Bondage a la Carte

by Jurgen von Stuka

  “Bath…,” Leslie whispered when she was able to release her mouth from Greg’s.

  “Okay,” he said, quickly unlocking the tit chains and holding her so that she didn’t fall to the floor after their strenuous action.

  Still bound to the floor rings and with her hands chained behind her, Leslie looked into his eyes, winked at him and quietly asked if he wanted to unfasten her or if she should do it herself.

  “You got into this. Get yourself out,” Greg said, perhaps too bluntly, he thought. But Leslie winked at him and cocked her head towards a stainless steel shelf on the wall nearby.

  “The keys are over there. Could you undo one of the wrist cuffs, please, Mr. Greg?”

  He looked at her with a grin and went to the shelf, took a set of keys and went to her ankle cuffs instead. The keyholes were well hidden and it took him a minute to find the right angle for the key. He released both chains and then, on a whim, pushed her feet together and relocked the shackles, leaving her only an inch or two of movement between her ankles.

  “That enough for you to get around?” he asked, grinning.

  “Plenty, Mister Greg. Thank you.

  “Thank you?” he asked.

  “Thank you for a great quickie ass-reaming,” Leslie said smiling.

  “Well,” he said. “It was your idea. Now I’ll probably be late for my dinner date.”

  “I’ll take care of that,” she said. “But I’ll still need a free hand to press the intercom buttons…unless you want me to pull the ‘need help’ cord over there.”

  Greg unlocked the right handcuff and headed for the shower.

  Leslie shuffled over to the wall terminal of the intercom, pressed a button and waited for the display to activate. When it did, the face of one of the female aides appeared. “How may I assist you, Leslie?” she asked.

  “Mr. Greg is going to be a little late for dinner. Please advise the appropriate staff,” Leslie said.

  “Of course. Mr. Greg, can you hear me?” the staffer said.

  “Yes. Of course,” said Greg from the other side of the immense bath area. “Give me another hour, please. Miss Leslie here has been showing me some new valeting techniques.”

  “Indeed, Mr. Greg. We’ll move your dinner date time up to 8:30. Call again if you need anything else.”

  “Thanks, I will,” he said. The screen went dark.

  “Do you wish company in the shower?” Leslie asked over her shoulder.

  “Yes,” he said, ducking his head into the multiple streams of shower water. Leslie shuffled into the shower room, and headed for the open shower door. “You may,” Greg added, “want to take off the rest of the cuffs first though. Wouldn’t want them to rust in place, would we?”

  “Oh. Okay,” Leslie said with a pout. “I’m going to do the scrubbing. You just enjoy the warm water. You’ll need all of your strength tonight. Andrea is a very energetic fox.”

  Standing naked in the shower, Greg studied his reflection in the polished mirrored walls. He saw a man he didn’t know, a younger man who radiated the pleasures of his dreams. He knew that he was, from what he saw, proving that in his case at least, money can buy a lot of happiness.

  III – The Web

  Swinging Foursome

  Chicago, Illinois, USA

  (With respectful credit to the late Bob Bishop, who perhaps first portrayed the concept with his famous “plugging in” drawing and poster.)

  Writer’s note: this story presents a visual puzzle that is perhaps easier to understand if you get a pencil and draw in some stick figures as you read. Otherwise, you may get lost in the tangle of tits, dildoes, chains and asses.

  “You girls are really going to love this,” Dr. Werner said as he walked about the room, checking the placement of rings and pins set in the overhead network of pipes and within the hardwood flooring. The entire room was beautifully paneled in rich, polished hardwood, the expensive woodwork accented with brilliant direct overhead lighting. There were no windows. The floor rings were mounted in precisely countersunk holes and could be covered with wood panels when not in use.

  At the moment, several dozen floor rings were exposed in a rectangular pattern that covered an area approximately eight feet square. On one side was a large leather duffel bag, open at the top. This was Werner’s version of a Doctor’s bag, but it contained an assortment of bondage and discipline gear, not medical equipment.

  Werner finished his inspection and turned to his four lovely guests who knelt along one wall, their collars chained to rings three feet up. Each guest was bound in a different manner, but all were incapable of any serious movement beyond swaying on their sore knees and shaking their cocooned heads.

  “This will be a great evening of entertainment,” Werner chuckled to himself, patting each girl on the head as he walked slowly down the line. His guests were apparently not entertained. They moaned muffled moans, mewed obstructed mews and groaned appropriately as the doctor tweaked a nipple, stroked a breast or pinched a buttock.

  Otherwise, the women were very quiet and didn’t seem interested in the doctor’s next event. Each had spent a miserable night chained in a dark four by four-foot cell and an even less comfortable morning while the Doctor’s assistants prepped them for this occasion. Werner told each of them that tonight he’d have a small party for a few high end customers and that the four women would be part of the entertainment.

  Now they knelt side by side on the hard floor, waiting for the session to begin, their heads sealed in combination rubber and leather helmets, their mouths full of inflated, soft rubber dildo gags and their arms and legs closely connected by the straps that left them no movement at all.

  “Let’s start with you, my dear Linda,” said Dr. Werner. He dragged the tall, slim twenty year old blond across the floor to the group of chromed steel rings and positioned her on her back. First, Werner tightened the straps that held her arms behind her with elbows nearly touching, narrow straps at her wrists and elbows. Unfastening the ankle chains, Werner then pulled Linda’s legs up towards the ceiling and spread them wide. He attached each ankle to a wide, heavy, leather cuff that tightly grasped the extended limb and joined it to a hanging chain. The girl groaned as she tried to ease the discomfort in her arms and shoulders. She lay on her back, but her legs and ankles supported most of her weight. It was an uncomfortable suspension with her arms bound beneath her, but not particularly painful. She was slowly getting more accustomed to the Doctor’s preoccupation for odd and physically challenging sessions.

  Werner then opened the front of Linda’s helmet. She unstrapped the heavy leather band that locked at the back and then unsnapped the mouth covering to reveal the threaded, hollowed out center of the gag dildo. Into this, he screwed one of the key instruments intended for this evening’s program: a forked, double dildo. This hard rubber device looked a bit like the classic cactus plant with the trunk being a screw-in base and the two branches sprouting upwards, parallel, but one shorter than the other. Werner tightened the fitting until it was snug. The outside covering of the cactus-like probe pressed against the girl’s stretched lips and teeth, which were barely visible because of the edges of the gag and the straps that held it deeply inside her mouth, with her jaws locked wide open.

  “Looks like Linda speaks with forked prick,” chuckled Werner. He arranged the double dildo so that the larger of the two prongs appeared to be attached to her lower lip and the smaller was over it, seeming to come from the girl’s upper lip. The larger was some seven inches long and at least three inches in circumference, with deep ridges circling the entire length and a larger, rounder head. The material was a somewhat flexible, semi-soft, flesh-like rubber. The smaller probe was simply a duplicate in miniature, some four inches long and slightly less in circumference.

  Susan Winter, twenty three, had been a junior at Vassar College before she accidentally joined Werner’s lab experiment. She was next. Werner unfastened her collar chain, pulled her to her feet, unstrapped her ankles and upp
er legs, then coaxed her over to the rectangle and had her stand over Linda, facing Linda’s hanging legs. Her black, high-heeled knee boots straddled Linda’s chest, close along side her upper ribs. Her boots were then connected by short chains with locking snap hooks to the floor rings under Linda’s armpits. Werner unfastened Susan’s hands, attached a heavy set of manacles to the wrists behind her back, then pulled them overhead and locked them to a set of rings in the ceiling. Susan’s helmet was then fitted with the same sort of double dildo as Linda, with the larger prong sticking out from her lower lip area, her head still tightly encased in her rubber and leather helmet.

  “Next,” called Dr. Werner, as he unfastened Sharon Williams’ legs and collar chain then herded the smaller girl across the room to join the others.

  “Let’s see what you can do to improve the duo,” said Werner.

  Sharon was not interested in cooperating with the doctor. She had been abducted three days before and kept in a steel cage most of the time since. Allowed to relieve herself twice daily and forced to eat small meals and drink juice and water, Sharon’s arms and legs had remained bound with nylon cord nearly all of the time. The piercing surgery had enraged her because she did not even have her ears pierced and now was wearing these heavy rings in places she had never even considered for such jewelry. When the Doctor came to her, Sharon pulled back on the leash, but then gave in and followed the lead, stepping carefully since she could not see anything through the hood.

  Other than the helmet and arm bindings, Sharon wore only the locking pair of 6-inch heels, her ankles connected with an 8-inch length of chain between the ankle cuffs. Werner positioned her over Linda, then pushed her down behind Susan until she was squatting with her buttocks directly in front of Linda’s chin, her knees on Linda’s shoulders and her feet back beside the girl’s helmeted head. Sharon’s arms were tightly bound forearm to forearm and wrists to elbows, pulled up and connected to the base rings on the back of her helmet. Werner carried out the same dildo attachment procedure with Sharon’s helmet, but with the double prongs set so that the smaller one was on top. When Sharon tried to twist her head away, she received a slight slap on the side of the head by the physician…more of a correction than a blow. Sharon stopped struggling and let the doctor screw in the fittings.

  Werner then used a short chain to connect the top of Sharon’s helmet to a waist chain around Susan’s hips, with the front of Sharon’s helmet hard against Susan’s round, firm buttocks. The rubber probes nudged between Susan’s thighs.

  “Now, just one more and we’ll be all set for dinner. Let’s see, where do you fit into this, Sweet Thing?” Werner asked his silent, remaining captive, Alex.

  Compared to the others, Alex was tiny. Five feet tall and small boned; the girl had breasts that were greatly out of proportion to the rest of her body. She took a 38DD bra and often a larger one, when she could find one, but she remained in every other way a size 3 or 5 and this had always been a great source of annoyance to the college junior. Right now, it made little difference, as she was quite naked. She was unchained from the wall and shoved across the floor to join her new associates. Werner stopped the girl when she faced the three others and coaxed her to lie down on her back, her head under Linda’s suspended legs.

  Since none of the girls had either sight or hearing, the entire exercise so far had been a confusing and fearful period. All had earlier in the day been bathed, shampooed and shaven of every hair except those on their heads. Each had had her nipples painlessly pierced by the laser drill and each now wore the stainless steel rings in each nipple.

  Dr. Werner then went to the bag by the wall, pulled out a two foot metal chain and fastened it to the ring under Linda’s right armpit, the same one that now held Susan’s right leg captive. He threaded the chain through Linda’s right nipple ring, then through the left, pulling it tight. Then he locked it to the ring under Linda’s left armpit and next to Susan’s left boot. Linda groaned through the gag and helmet as the chain was pulled tight, pushing her back onto the floor and crushing her strapped arms while bisecting her breasts horizontally.

  “Now, where were we?” Werner asked the silent and motionless Alex lying on the wood floor. The girl could not hear him and simply lay there, breathing through the holes in her hood. Alex, who until a few days ago had been planning a short vacation with her boy friend, Phil, was still unable to comprehend the events that led up to this situation. She had been shopping and entered a store in the East Village looking for nothing in particular. The clerk, an attractive girl about her own age, made small talk, asked her about school and then suggested they go next door for a coffee. One question led to others and Alex ended up spending the rest of the day with the girl, hanging around the store until closing time and then stepping into the back while the other girl locked up. She was not surprised when an older, but extremely sexy looking blond woman let herself in the back door and greeted them. She said she worked for a local physician and owned the store. She invited the girls to her home, suggesting they have dinner together. Alex had accepted with the caveat that she get back to Penn Station early enough to catch the last train home. They agreed and went to the doctor’s apartment. That was all she remembered. Alex woke up the next day, tied hand and foot with rubber-covered wire, blindfolded and gagged. Her wrists were bound behind her; elbows secured closely together, shoulders pulled painfully back. Wire encircled her legs at the ankle, above the knee and midway up her slim thighs. Her clothes were gone except for the tiny bikini panties and a matching soft triangle bra. Her mouth was stuffed with cloth and then taped shut. Yards of heavy duct tape were wound around her head, sealing her mouth and keeping all sounds in her throat. Someone had pulled the cup of her bra down and placed a metal clip on her left nipple, connecting the clip to furniture or a wall. When she tried to move, the clip pulled tight and her nipple screamed as though it was on fire. Her ankles had been pulled up behind her and connected to wire wrapped around her bare waist. Another length of wire had been drawn through her legs, pulled tight and bound in front at the waist. Just below her navel.

  She had no idea what had happened and there had been little information to help her since that morning. She knew that other people had joined the two women at some point. Later, they moved her once in a car or van, but she was bundled into a tight sack and made no noise through the gag and hood that they placed over her head. Somewhere along the line, two men had taken over and carried her to the room where she now lay. That was how she had become part of the foursome assembled that evening in the wood-lined room. She was still trying to figure out what was going on, but she knew she was in deep trouble.

  “Now, where was I?” Werner asked again to himself as he returned to the prone figure. Alex’s bare feet were locked to two long chains hanging from the ceiling. Using an electric hoist, Dr. Werner raised the girl feet-first until the 95-pounder was well off the floor. Her head was just above the floorboards. Her legs were almost straight up, her back bent and knees straight. Had she been able to see, she would have been staring directly into Linda’s spread and shaven crotch.

  “Perfect. Now, Alex, you get the same little probes as your friends,” said Werner, screwing the double dildoes into place in front of her mouth, the smaller probe on top and the fatter, longer one at the lower lip level.

  Doctor Werner next produced a small spray bottle from his seemingly bottomless bag of toys. He carefully sprayed eight times, as he walked and crawled around his charges. Four of the targets were the spread, clean-shaven crotches of the girls. The other four targets were the double probes each wore over their mouths. The spray was a wet and greasy, viscous liquid that stayed where it landed, running only slightly down the cactus probes or the inner thighs and ass cracks. It was a highly effective water-based lubricant, tested over many years by Werner and perfected to provide maximum lubricant stability as well as maximum sensitivity. The composition was liquefied vegetable oils, a non-toxic Teflon base and an aqueous, low volatility v
ehicle with the other compounds in suspension. “In other words,” Werner liked to inform his students, “it’s slippery as hell and it enhances tactile sensitivity to the point where a finger feels like a tongue.”

  What followed would have by now been obvious to anyone who had observed the activity this far. Werner climbed around the four nude, sweating bodies, inserting each girl’s facial dildoes into the crotch cavities of the body posed inevitably in front of her. It was a complex task that Werner had diagramed first and then engineered in his usual detailed fashion. It was a case of making bodies bend at the right angle, apertures line up with probes and chains positioned with exactly the right tension. All of this took a long time. While doing this, Werner moved around his charges with the spray bottle of lubricant, applying more of the greasy solution to each probe and then to each of the eight waiting cavities.

  Next, Sharon was moved back to a kneeling position. Squatting on Linda’s face, the larger probe guided slowly past her shaven lower lips, up and into her vagina, the smaller probe simultaneously lining up with and then penetrating her anus. The frantic girl struggled and grunted into her gag, trying to resist the unwanted dual impalement, but Werner was relentless, one hand pushing on Sharon’s shoulders and the other aligning Linda’s head until contact and penetration was inevitable.

  From the bag, Werner had removed a handful of chains with locking end connectors. He now wrapped one of these around Sharon’s narrow waist, locking it tightly. Using another short chain, he connected the waistband, from the center of the girl’s back to a ring at the top of Linda’s helmet. A duplicate chain connected the front of the waistband, just above Sharon’s navel, to a ring on the chin of Linda’s helmet. This combination of waist, head and chin harness assured continued close contact, with enough slack so that as Sharon rose and attempted to free herself from the impalement, she moved less than an inch and then pulled Linda’s head up with her. The effect of this was soon clear to the kneeling girl and the dildoes slid jerkingly in and out of both anus and vagina. She quickly stopped struggling as she tried to deal with the erotic sensations churning through her body.