Short Story

By Collector2

Set scene – D tied up standing (by T) in full rubber facing full length mirror. Heavy. Tight. Latex mask is pulled over head. Attached gag forced into mouth.

D – mmmpphhhhh?????? (why does the mask have a doll’s face painted on it?)

T – What, you don’t like your new face? Tough!!!  You’re about to become the latest piece in my collection.

Confused silence.

Spiked heel boots are added and padlocked on, then hands are carefully worked into shoulder-length opera gloves that have no fingers. “Decorative” bracelets and armbands are then also locked in place, making them non-removable.

More confused silence.

T now approaches holding a mass of leather, laces and straps.

T – Now we have to do something about that figure – Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, as size 36 waist just doesn’t cut it.  Should be more like a 16.

D now realizes it’s a leather corset.

D – frantically – ummm ummmm – umm ummm!!!! – (uh uh, uh uh!!!!)

Corset is zipped in place, then T goes to work on the laces. They are drawn tighter, and tighter and tighter.

D – mmmmmmm <gasp> mmmmmm <gasp>, mmmmmmmmmmmmm (NO!!! NO!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!)

T – employing tape measure – Blast, still only 28. Time for another go.

D – m m m m m (c a n ’ t  b r e a t h e)

Placing foot on back, T pulls for all he is worth then ties a knot in the laces. D is now panting in shallow gasps.

T – HUH!! Still only 26. Guess we’ll have to work on that one.

The straps are now all tightened and locks put on each.

T – Now just to complete the look and your posture.

A heavy leather posture collar is placed on D, tighened as much as possible without strangling and locked, making it impossible to remove the mask and gag.

The restraints are now released.

T – There, that should do it.

D stumbles.

T – better get used to it. You are going to be that way for a long time.

D, gasping for air – frantically gestures at the corset.

T – Feeling a bit tight?

D frantically nods.

T – Good! but don’t worry. It will be unlocked once a day …

D relaxes a bit, but T continues.

T – … and the laces tightened until you reach that perfect 16. Then I can destroy the rest of the keys.

With that, T takes a bolt cutter and cuts up the keys to the collar, gloves and boots.

D – mmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!)

He collapses from the exertion and lack of air.




3 thoughts on “Short Story”

  1. Sorry but it was only a spur of the moment story. A friend collects the Barbie stuff and his FB page had a picture of his collection as the banner with the profile picture of him in rubber on it. This is just what came to mind when I saw the juxtaposition of the two.

    Collector 2

  2. Hot story, compact but so to the point, although it would have been interesting to have a bit insight in why D is there, what his relationship was to T before this seemingly permanent bondage. But very hot.

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