Ike removed the chair, and then opened the door so Mary could
squirm out and into the chair. He told her to find a comfortable
position as she was going to be sitting there for a long while.
She squirmed around, and then indicated she was ready. Very
quickly, Ike secured her ankles, her waist, her arms and her
gloved hands to the chair with the rope. The final step was to secure the collar, and to then roll
the sweater collar to conceal it.

When he had finished, he asked her to try to move. It was found
she could move her knees back and forth, so additional rope was
used to center and secure her knees. She tried to move, and
confessed her inability to do so.

The first extra made its appearance after Ike tied the rope belt
on her. It was a vibrating dildo for her pussy with a remote
on/off switch. This really didn’t perturb her in any big way,
but, she nevertheless bitched about it, just to keep up
appearances! And he, fully aware of her self-imposed obligation
to bitch, cheerfully ignored her bitching. The bondage bra went
on followed by the cuffs at wrists and upper arms; then, sweater
and skirt…

The chastity belt was fitted to
her. She had two, one to be worn alone, and one for over the
corset. Both were made the same way, one being slightly larger
to fit over the corset (even with the waist reduction, there was
a slight swelling to her hips; they had tried to fit the first
belt over the corset and, while it would work, they decided to
spend the money to make a proper fit). There was a locking belt
with a front piece that descended downward between her legs which
ended in two chains going upwards over her ass cheeks to the belt
in back. The front piece fit her pussy closely, with a thin slit
through which the outer lips of her pussy would protrude
slightly, but which prevented insertion of anything. The
pressure on the lips kept her in a constant state of low arousal,
which was just fine, for the both of them.

For the flight, she wore a heavily boned corset and a locking
chastity belt. On her wrists, were heavy bracelets which looked
odd, but were discrete as there were electro magnets built in –
when the switch was on, the magnets held the bracelets together
firmly and she was cuffed as well as she would be in any of their
conventional cuffs.

Lacing the corset on her was always a thrill for both of them.
She didn’t corset every day, being torn by wanting the
compression of the corset and the desire to be essentially naked
under minimal clothing. The chosen corset was a silk brocade
with metal stays every inch, very heavily boned indeed. She
stepped into it, and, with Ike’s help, pulled it up her body.
Her titties rested in half hammocks, and it descended downward to
just above her shaven pussy. In the back, her ass was mostly
bare as the corset came down to just below the start of the crack
of her ass. She held it up as Ike began the first tightening of
the laces. As he did so, she felt herself begin to fall into the
grip of the garment.

After he tied it off the first time, she did some stretching
exercises. They had found this to be helpful so that the corset,
while still somewhat lose, might accommodate itself to her
figure; she also was able to release any skin folds. Then she
grasped the post of their bed, and the serious lacing began. Her
breath began to come in short, shallow gasps; sweat beads had
begun to pop out on Ike’s forehead and his breathing had grown
more ragged.

When he tied it off the second time, Mary held on to the post for
a few seconds, and then turned to him with that sneaky smile on
her face. For years, he had known that smile: she was turned on.
It still baffled the two of them how getting laced into a corset
would turn her on, but it sure as hell did.

Because of her fairly rigid posture, positions were somewhat
limited; but, over the last few months, it had become their
chosen way to butt fuck when she was in her corset. She bent
just a bit, reached behind her as best she could to grasp her ass
cheeks and pull them apart, and Ike just stepped up; and, holding
her shoulders, he pressed into her.

It never ceased to amaze her: before the corset, she really
hadn’t looked forward to butt fucking. Oh, the stuffing of her
ass was good, but….well, it just wasn’t something she looked
forward to with a keen desire. And then came the corset, and she
wanted him in her ass all the time. Who the hell cared why, it
was just great. Ike wondered why the hell he hadn’t bought her
the corset years before!

Later, when he had withdrawn, and then had helped her to clean up
(with a wry, inward grin, she thought the corset did have it’s
benefits), she again grasped the post, and Ike continued the
constriction. As the corset closed in on her, relentlessly, she
began to sense the moment when she would swoon. Geeze, the first
time she had swooned while Ike was tightening the laces, he had
been scarred out of his wits. She had just dropped, like a
stone, without warning. Momentarily witless, he took a scissors
and cut all the laces, and then was on the verge of calling the
rescue squad when she began to come to. Her reaction utterly
startled him: she giggled. From then on, when they wanted the
constriction to be maximum, she would be laced to swooning. He
would ease her down to the bed, and then loosen the laces just a
tiny bit before tieing them off as he waited for her to come
around. Mary had discussed this with her doctor, who was amused
but who assured them no serious harm would occur provided they
continued the habit of the slight loosening to ensure proper
blood supply to her head.

Then, very
rapidly, leather straps held her at ankles, knees, upper thighs,
waist, chest, arms, and neck. Her mouth was forced open, and it
was packed with a huge amount of cloth. Mary had been gagged
before, but this was ridiculous. She couldn’t begin to close her
mouth! And then, non-stick, hospital tape was wrapped around her
head several times to secure the packing.

I saw
the backside of a woman, mostly naked except for an
extremely tight corset, standing with her arms stretched up
to either side of her head then fastened to rings on the
wall, her forehead tipped towards the wall. A wooden bench
with large velvety pillows on it was in front of her at
pelvic level forcing her to bend forward over it as her
hands were secured tightly high against the wall. She had on
a garter belt that I recognized as the one I was wearing,
with tight stockings in tippy toe boots.

I had no sooner opened my
mouth when I felt her fingers slide something between my
teeth, forcing them open perhaps an inch. I instinctively
pushed my tongue forward to explore this invasion of my
mouth only to find nothing there; my tongue went right past
my teeth and out through my lips! I felt around with my
tongue to discover that an insert had been placed to prevent
my teeth from coming together. The restraint had a large
round opening directly in front, between my upper and lower
teeth, and was obviously pliable at the inner circular edges
with the force of my tongue. With it in place, anyone could
force something past my lips and into my mouth, without my
able to bite down on the foreign object or otherwise prevent
them from doing so. I could open my jaw further, but not
close my teeth closer than maybe an inch or inch and a half.
This restraint did not prevent my lips from closing however,
with effort I could bring them all the way together. I could
feel tiny rods extend from the sides of the insert outward
past the corners of my mouth. My exploring done, I
considered opening my mouth as wide as I could to force this
thing from my mouth…

As I stepped up to the device, my neck fit up to a
semicircular ring, or collar, that was also permanently
fixed to the framework. I could have pulled my upper body
back, to remove my neck from contact with the ring, but saw
no immediate reason to do so. The core of the ring, while
obviously metal, was covered with a plush padded wrap. A set
of small diameter holes could be seen around the top of the
ring. She wrapped a soft strap about each thigh and pulled
them snug to the frame. The front on my legs were pulled
into a set of pads that kept my legs straight, and slightly
spread. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was obvious that I
had lost control of my leg movement. Another soft strap went
about my lower torso, slightly above my hips, and another
just below my armpits. As she tightened both of these, my
body was likewise pulled tight to the frame. There were no
pads or other obstructions in proximity of my breasts, but
there was a curved plate, with two round cut-outs where a
larger set of breasts could fit. My chest was forced tightly
against this plate. I could feel pressure all about, but
aside from my bra, there were no sensations from my breasts.
She left my brassiere in place, my small mounds now
protruding firmly out from my chest.

Toweling the last of the foam from her
he had Gina stand up and put a bridle over her head
tightening the straps and then Gina opened her mouth on his
command to accept the bit which he buckled tightly under her
chin and behind her head. Cuffing her wrists behind her back
she started to tremble as her thrust out heavy tits started
to quiver. The groom stroked her soft behind and ran his
hand over her flat stomach and cupped her heavy tits and
gently pulled on her nipples calming Gina down. Attaching
reins to her bridle he then tied them to a ring and left her
there. Gina wanted at this point to please her Master and to
be a pony girl since that was what her Master wished.

The men were playing cards, and after a few minutes of watching it became evident the stakes were punishments for their girls. The game in play at that moment was for an enormous butt plug. It was narrow at its tip, but widened with each inch, until, ten or twelve inches down, where it abruptly narrowed again, it was thicker than a large man’s fist.

The loser sighed and threw his cards on the table, then motioned to a petite young blonde beside him. She blanched as she looked at the green butt plug sitting on the ground before them. But she crawled forward under their eyes and squatted over it, then began to settle herself slowly down as the men began another game.

She took the first inch without difficulty, and started working herself up and down very slowly. Another inch slid into her, then a third, but now the thing was growing very wide, and she panted and moaned as she tried to sink lower. Another inch, then a fifth pushed up inside her, and still she sank, twisted, rose, sank, twisted, rose, trying to get the rest inside her tight anal tube.