271 lines
16 KiB
Plaintext
271 lines
16 KiB
Plaintext
Archive-name: Bondage/bottier.txt
|
|
Archive-author:
|
|
Archive-title: Bottier 12
|
|
|
|
|
|
My husband is a bit of a brute. I'm currently laced down to 20", and
|
|
done up in latex stockings, latex corselet over my corset, and latex
|
|
gloves covered by my calf gloves, and it is quite hot in here- so I'm
|
|
really swimming in these things, especially from the effort needed to
|
|
keep myself upright! I have my chastity locked on, with my front and
|
|
rear vibrators in place, but off for the moment (the rear with
|
|
toothpaste smeared on it- argh!), and I'm bound in a kneeling position
|
|
over our footstool. I have my toe-shoes and shoehorns on, and my
|
|
ankles are tied up tightly to my waist- so that my knees just rest on
|
|
the floor, and my feet are pulled up helplessly behind me. The
|
|
footstool is holding my legs well spread, as well as concentrating my
|
|
weight on my crotch. I have on my scold's bridle, and my wide collar,
|
|
and as a final touch, he's handcuffed me in front, and tied the cuffs
|
|
to the base of my front vibrator with a strap. In order to get up to
|
|
the keyboard to type (as the footstool is about six inches lower than
|
|
a chair woule be), I have to strain as far up as I can with my hands
|
|
against the strap, which tugs on the vibrator! He's definitely a
|
|
brute, making me type this while bound like this.
|
|
|
|
The footstool is an antique- it is wooden, about eighteen inches long
|
|
and about 6 inches wide, and about a foot high, with two legs at each
|
|
end. The sides are tapered away from the top, and it narrows slightly
|
|
in the middle- which was what made my husband originally notice that I
|
|
could be tied straddling it with my knees on the ground, when we saw
|
|
it in the antique store. I'm convinced that that's what its original
|
|
designers had in mind- we couldn't have come up with anything more
|
|
perfect had we tried!
|
|
|
|
If he's being nice to me, or if I'm to be left here for a long time,
|
|
he'll put something soft on top of it for my weight to bear down on-
|
|
he has pairs of carved wooden wedges that nest together and adjust to
|
|
fit most perfectly, which he sometimes pads with terrycloth towels
|
|
several layers thick- and sometimes not. Otherwise, he just lets the
|
|
edges of the top press into my inner thighs, which allows him free
|
|
access to several rather sensitive bits. When he ties my feet to my
|
|
waist, as they are now, I find it nearly impossible to keep my
|
|
balance, especially if my arms are really bound. Sometimes he then
|
|
ties ropes from my knees forward and back to the legs of the stool,
|
|
which stabilizes me somewhat, or if I'm wearing my scold's bridle, he
|
|
might tie a rope from the center top ring to something overhead, which
|
|
stabilizes me even more. I have never successfully escaped from
|
|
the footstool, and I've been trying for some time- I'm just too afraid
|
|
of falling over to try very hard. If I'm tightlaced, the stiffness
|
|
really keeps me from being able to maneuver my hips and lower body
|
|
very well, so I'm definitely here until he sees fit to release me.
|
|
|
|
This particular position is pretty stringent- I have to strain against
|
|
the cuffs with my hands, and the stiffness of the corset and the
|
|
strain in my arms force me to arch my back and actually lean back
|
|
quite a bit to reach the keyboard, so it continually feels as if I am
|
|
about to topple over backwards. The rear vibrator makes it worse- as I
|
|
lean back, more of my weight gets concentrated on it, and even though
|
|
it is quite small, its effects are large! At the outset of this, I
|
|
could reach down occasionally and support myself with my hands, which
|
|
took some of the weight off of my crotch and knees. But he saw me
|
|
doing it, and he has now come in and pulled down the cups of the
|
|
corselet, and added my nipple clips and a short chain from them to the
|
|
handcuffs- so now my hands are held in suspension in front of me at
|
|
breast level, and every time I move my them, it tugs on both the
|
|
vibrator in my crotch and the clips biting onto my nipples. He's
|
|
chosen this time to come back and turn on the front vibrator, and now
|
|
he is once again walking away- and here I will stay, at once suffering
|
|
agonies and basking in sweet bliss until he sees fit to release me-
|
|
struggling to stay upright and swimming in the heat of my
|
|
spring-steel, satin, and latex bonds.
|
|
|
|
---------------------------
|
|
|
|
I recently finished a most worthwhile addition to our collection of
|
|
fabricated toys. I call them glove stiffeners, and they seem to be a
|
|
nearly ideal toy for discreet public bondages. Longtime readers know
|
|
that I very much enjoy my wife's collection of long gloves, and have
|
|
her in them whenever I can. I also enjoy working with metals, and one
|
|
day was seized with the inspiration for a nearly ideal way to
|
|
incorporate gloves into really inescapable but still very discreet
|
|
bondages.
|
|
|
|
I got my wife to sit for me while I took tracings of her hands and
|
|
forearms, as she held them in a relaxed position, from each fingertip
|
|
up to just below the elbow. I then transferred these patterns to some
|
|
.064" stainless steel sheet stock that I keep lying about (the same
|
|
stuff I used for her shoehorns, in fact), and went to work forming
|
|
them to fit the curvature of her fingers, palms, and wrists. This was
|
|
a very time-consuming process, consuming the better part of two weeks
|
|
in my spare time, and she was very patient with me as I had her test
|
|
each one for fit during the ongoing process- despite her curiosity, as
|
|
I hadn't told her wehat it was I had in mind.
|
|
|
|
Finally, I was rewarded with two perfectly-formed stainless steel
|
|
splints, curved to fit her fingers, hands and wrists when they were
|
|
relaxed in front of her, as if they were resting on a tabletop. By
|
|
this time, she was dying of curiosity- so I showed her what I had in
|
|
mind. I placed each of her hands in turn into its splint, and then
|
|
rolled a pair of her latex gloves up over them, and up beyond her
|
|
elbows- followed by one of her calf gloves.
|
|
|
|
A few years ago we bought a pair of calf gloves from a vendor who was
|
|
not very accurate in sizing things- the gloves turned out to be too
|
|
large by a few sizes, and as they didn't fit with the snugness that my
|
|
wife craves, they were relegated to the back of a box in the closet.
|
|
However, with the splints in place covered by her latex gloves, those
|
|
now fit very snugly indeed- it was a struggle for a few minutes to
|
|
stretch them into place around her now-rigid fingers, and especially
|
|
hard to get them over the heels of her hands (as there's barely enough
|
|
room even _without_ the glove stiffeners in place). Saddle soap and a
|
|
great deal of patience finally paid off, and the leather stretched
|
|
very tightly indeed!
|
|
|
|
After getting both sets of stiffeners and gloves in place, and
|
|
buttoning up the wrists on the calf gloves, I locked her leather wrist
|
|
cuffs in place over the buttons- which prevented her from even being
|
|
able to unbutton them with her teeth, assuring that they would stay in
|
|
place for the duration. To look at her hands, one would think that she
|
|
was merely wearing just very slightly bulky gloves- but in reality,
|
|
she cannot even move her fingers or bend her wrists, as the stiffness
|
|
of the thin metal bent to match the curvature of her fingers is
|
|
significantly greater than the strength of her grip. Grasping anything
|
|
is completely beyond her- the best she can do is to awkwardly attempt
|
|
to press her hands together on opposite sides of an object, and that
|
|
is useful for only the crudest of tasks.
|
|
|
|
Even her sense of touch is completely rendered inoperative, as the
|
|
ends of the splint-fingers are formed to surround her sensitive
|
|
fingertips, preventing them from touching anything but the unyeilding
|
|
steel itself. The world is tantalizingly close, yet utterly beyond her
|
|
grasp- which she finds makes her every bit as frantic as being totally
|
|
bound helpless. A simple doorknob presents an insurmountable obstacle-
|
|
let alone the manipulation of locks, buckles, or laces, all of which I
|
|
copiously supply her with.
|
|
|
|
A few nights after her introduction to the glove stiffeners, I decided
|
|
that it would be worthwhile to try them as part of a public scene. I
|
|
asked her if she would be willing to try such a thing, and she agreed-
|
|
albeit with some noticeable trepidation! She went and had a bath, and
|
|
presented herself to me after having finished the chore of applying
|
|
her makeup. I applied the stiffeners and gloves first of all, as she
|
|
stood naked in the bedroom. I then proceeded to dress her as I saw
|
|
fit, which involved lacing her into her ever-present corset, and then
|
|
putting together a street outfit which could hide her latex stockings,
|
|
panty girdle, and corselet, her two-inch leather collar, her locking
|
|
six-inch heels, and her chastity belt, as well as hiding the locking
|
|
cuffs at her wrists.
|
|
|
|
One of her work pantsuits worked very well for this task, with a
|
|
cotton turtleneck sweater to cover her collar. This was in fact the
|
|
same street outfit that she wore on the restaurant expedition that we
|
|
have written about in the past, although the turtleneck was a new
|
|
addition, and one that did seem perhaps a bit out-of-place in July.
|
|
She stood most quietly as I put the finishing touches on her outfit,
|
|
with her hands held out slightly from her sides- I could see the tiny
|
|
stretchings of the gloves over her knuckles as she explored the
|
|
stiffness of the splints and the extent of her helplessness.
|
|
|
|
She then asked what I had in mind for our activities for the evening,
|
|
and I told her- we would go out to our favorite local restaurant again
|
|
for dinner, and then off to see a movie! She was taken quite aback by
|
|
this, and asked how in the world she was supposed to eat or drink in
|
|
public without the use of her hands (she's actually very good at it in
|
|
private, having had ample opportunity to practice, but I'd say that
|
|
her techniques _might_ tend to draw a bit of attention). I simply said
|
|
that I'd help out in any way that I could, without making a scene, and
|
|
that she had nothing to fear- and so we were off, as I opened all the
|
|
doors for her and helped her down to the drive and into the car- not
|
|
an easy task corseted and wearing such heels, and doubly difficult
|
|
when the hands are somewhat restricted.
|
|
|
|
We arrived at the restaurant, and asked after a booth in the back that
|
|
we've had occasion to frequent. We then sat down in the lounge to
|
|
wait. I ordered her one of her favorite drinks, to be served with a
|
|
straw, and we sat off to the side- she merely placed her hands in her
|
|
lap, and drank her fill- although the corset and her collar made it a
|
|
bit difficult for her to bend her head down to meet the straw.
|
|
|
|
When our table opened up, we were seated- although she had a bit more
|
|
difficulty than usual handling walking on her heels after one drink on
|
|
an empty stomach. I ordered dinner for us, and more drinks, and we
|
|
were left quite alone in our private booth as I fed her her dinner.
|
|
She told me that having her hands done so seemed even more restrictive
|
|
than having them bound behind her would be- if they were bound behind
|
|
her, she could merely forget them for the duration, but as they were
|
|
she would be tempted to try and use them, with presumably disastrous
|
|
results- which presented quite a formidable psychological challenge to
|
|
her, as she fears exposure in public so.
|
|
|
|
We finished dinner, and I paid the check and helped her to the car. We
|
|
drove to the cinema, and arrived just in time for the movie to start.
|
|
We took seats around mid-theatre (which proved to be something of a
|
|
challenge for her, as we had to walk down the inclined aisle to the
|
|
seats, effectively increasing the height of heels that were already
|
|
nearly impossible for her to manage after three drinks with dinner).
|
|
|
|
The film was a naval drama of the action-adventure type, starring Sean
|
|
Connery, and was entertaining enough- but I entertained myself
|
|
significantly more by subtly (or unsubtly!) teasing her as we sat.
|
|
After a time, though, I became aware that she was squirming around
|
|
rather differently than normally ascribed to excitement, and I asked
|
|
her what the problem might be. "Stop that!" she said, "because I have
|
|
to go to the bathroom."
|
|
|
|
Ahh, indeed! Several drinks, added to the compression of her abdomen
|
|
and therefore her bladder, would certainly lend a bit of urgency to
|
|
her situation. "Be my guest" was all I said- and she sat bolt upright
|
|
as the meaning of that sank into her, and the realization that she had
|
|
absolutely no chance of manipulating the closure of her pants by
|
|
herself, let alone undoing the chastity or peeling down her
|
|
panty-girdle to relieve herself- and she was quite effectively sealed
|
|
into a latex bodysuit, from toes to armpits. I'm sure that at that
|
|
time she weighed the idea of enlisting a bystander to help, and
|
|
immediately discarded it out of hand. "Oh, NO!" she said, and then
|
|
"You have to help me".
|
|
|
|
"All right," I said, "go stand outside the men's restroom and wait for
|
|
me there- keep an eye on it and see if anyone comes or goes, and when
|
|
it's clear we'll go in and fix this situation for you."
|
|
|
|
I turned and watched in the flickering light in the theatre as she
|
|
walked unsteadily up the aisle, apparently trying with all her might
|
|
to keep her thighs pressed together- effectively hobbling her step
|
|
even more than the heels themselves did. I gave her a few minutes to
|
|
watch the room for us, as well as to increase the urgency of the
|
|
situation a bit more, and then walked up to join her. She made a most
|
|
marvelous sight, leaning lightly against the wall on her impossible
|
|
heels (once again, her pants had ridden up a bit, exposing stocking,
|
|
shoes, and locked anklestraps for all to see), with her rigid hands
|
|
hidden behind her, and her every muscle straining to keep her rather
|
|
tormented bladder under control.
|
|
|
|
All she said was "Hurry!", and we went into the luckily unoccupied
|
|
men's room together, selecting the last stall for our trysting-place.
|
|
I unfastened her pants, undid the crotchstrap of her chastity,
|
|
stripped down her latex pantygirdle, and dodged out of the way as she
|
|
lunged for the toilet in the crowded confines of the stall- and sighed
|
|
hugely as her poor, overworked muscles could finally relax without
|
|
drowning her in her latex prison.
|
|
|
|
When she was done, she stood up and I handled the routine cleaning
|
|
chores for her, and then sat down myself, as she stood facing me.
|
|
"Well, dress me back up again and let's go watch the end of the
|
|
movie!" she said.
|
|
|
|
And there I was, staring at the latex-clad form of the love of my
|
|
life- corseted, heeled, somewhat disheveled, and unable to use her
|
|
hands to re-dress herself, rather at my mercy in fact- hardly an
|
|
opportunity to pass up! I reached out to her, and slipped her pants
|
|
off over her feet, followed by her pantygirdle, both of which I hung
|
|
on the coathook. "Pay toll!" was all I had to say- that, and slip my
|
|
own pants down around my ankles. She came to sit down on my lap,
|
|
facing me, with her rigid hands resting on my shoulders, and lowered
|
|
herself onto me- and we enjoyed each other for some time until we both
|
|
were satisfied, interrupted only once or twice as other patrons came
|
|
in to use the facility.
|
|
|
|
I wonder if any of them noticed the curious spectacle of my feet
|
|
facing outward, and her impossibly-heeled feet facing inward, through
|
|
the gap at the bottom of the stall walls.
|
|
|
|
I dressed her again, and we had just snuck back out of the men's room,
|
|
as the crowd began to pour out of the theatre. I suspect that I'll
|
|
never find out how the movie ended. We walked out of the theatre,
|
|
borne on the flow of the crowd, and went home- both marvelling at the
|
|
efficiency of two small hand-shaped pieces of metal as a bondage toy.
|
|
All in all, the effects have proven to be well worth the effort
|
|
required!
|
|
|
|
--
|