Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 1
Tamara was beautiful, that she knew. At twenty six years of age; mature, self-
aware, inquisitive, and not so long ago with waist-length, thick curled blonde hair;
she was five foot seven and endowed with a firm thirty-six inch-DDD bust. She
could have had any man, any age, and any income that she decided she wanted.
She stood now though, blind-folded and fumbling, slowly working herself into
a cool and clammy, thick-skinned, rubber body-suit, wondering idly what he got
out of the B & D thing, despite that fact that she too had so far enjoyed the
roles of Master and Submissive.
Slowly and awkwardly, she pulled up the tight, shoulder-length, thick black
rubber gloves he'd handed to her a minute ago, wriggling her gel-slicked fingers
carefully into their individual tubes. She admitted to herself that she really
did get a charge out of some of the strange costumes they'd experimented with,
and a month previously, to add more spice to their whole scene.
She'd gone so far as to have her ears, nose, tongue, nipples, and clitoris
pierced by his doctor. Naturally, they'd both wanted some jewelry resident in
each of the resultant holes, and so she'd permitted him to select a series of
sturdy little U-shaped silvery shackles. She hadn't found out until sometime
later that they in fact, would never be removed from her. To make matters worse,
there was no possible way that she could discover to get them off by herself,
and he wouldn't consent to it happening anyway! Initially, her anger when she
discovered their permanence, was quite genuine; but over a period of days and
some intense play sessions employing them, she'd begun to secretly want them to
be kept mounted in her flesh.
The blindfold he'd insisted she wear after she'd laced on the impossible crotch
high heavy latex ballet boots with polished steel pointed toes and 10 inch
polished steel spiked heels, utterly prevented her from seeing what she looked
like now. Adding even more to her enjoyment of ensconcing herself in this latest
engineering marvel of B & D technology. The remainder of the thick rubber
envelope, with its attached helmet and mitts, hung in his hands in heavy folds
from her hips while she leaned forward and thrust her restrictingly gloved arms
down into the sleeves. It was relatively easy to slide her encased arms and
fingers to the bottoms of the lubed tubes; but she discovered that it was quite
difficult to wriggle her hands past the doubled thickness of the tight
wrist-bands, even with him holding them. Once through though, her fingers
slipped immediately into the thick-skinned inner gloves at the sleeve's ends,
these embedded within the foamed rubber filling of the thumbless mitts. The so
called mitts in reality resembled long, rigid, slightly flattened, smooth
ovoids, and once within their confines, her fingers and thumbs nestled unmoving,
buried in the high-density foam fillings. She tried to twitch them; but only a
very slight flexing was permitted by the foam, despite how much she strove to
move. Her Sense of loss of control was enhanced by the fact that her fingers and
thumbs were kept slightly separated from each other. Adding to the businesslike
appearance of the mitts, glittering rings embedded in their rounded tips flicked
back and forth with potent readiness whenever she tried to bend her doubly
entombed arms.
Her full breasts swung freely away from her chest for a moment when she bent
over and shrugged further into the already snug contours of the garment, and the
prickly inner surface was definitely an unpleasant surprise. At first it was
quite cool and clammy where it touched her skin and goose bumps rose
automatically; but she quickly found that even the small exertion required to
shrug herself further into the thick and restrictive rubber skin soon had her
sweating. Little rivulets of salty moisture trickled down her legs and back
while she twisted and squirmed to get the garment properly, if somewhat
uncomfortably, settled into the correct fit to her body. He'd taken considerable
time and care to lubricate her skin after she'd waxed off all of her body hair,
including that on her face; covering her completely with an unscented, slippery
clear gel. As she struggled to pull the suit on, small puffs of expelled air
wafted past her nose, carrying the distinctive odor of the neoprene rubber
garment. It was a scent that had taken a little getting used to; but now she
enjoyed it as the precursor to 'the main event' as she now referred the serious
portions of their play.
She wondered at the significance of the special lubricant. Obviously, it had
something to do with easing the process of her 'suit' being fitted; but he'd
hinted that there was another reason and then hadn't volunteered any
explanations; just hummed quietly to himself while he slathered the stuff on. He
made sure that her crotch and each breast was liberally covered with the
glistening goop, then had helped her get started with the enveloping clothing.
She continued wriggling herself provocatively, both for her own enjoyment and
for him, to get the torso portion up and over her chest. The rigid and cool
containments of the built-in bra cups suddenly covered her generous breasts and
Tamara shrugged her shoulders, feeling her slippery mounds begin to slide slowly
into their snug containments. She twisted sensuously to settle herself further
into the glossy jet covering and discovered that thick yet stretchy rubber
rings, like narrow donuts, were slipping down over her breasts. As they settled
against her chest, they slowly tightened around the base of each mound. These
rings acted as loose snares, keeping each breast blood-engorged and sensitive.
Her nipples pushed out towards the tip of each cup, then slowly pressed
themselves past rings of 1/4" long needles that surrounded the cup's apexes just
below small, secondary teat-suckling caps. She yelped with startled surprise and
pain when they dragged across the sensitive skin of her already erected nipples;
but the slippery coating allowed the engorged flesh to slide almost effortlessly
past the rings of outwardly-angled needles, and she couldn't avoid it happening.
The doubled rubber skin encumbered her arms when she tried to reach up with her
useless, mitted hands, automatically attempting, uselessly, to grasp and pull
the squeezing, painful bra cups away from her breasts.
It was too late.
The outward pointing needles utterly prohibited the withdrawal of any flesh that
had already passed beyond their guardian rings of impalement, and she knew
instinctively that they would insert themselves into her sensitive skin if
anyone tried to pull the cups away from her breasts. Tamara moaned with arousal
and fear at the sliding and prickling sensation, quickly realizing that she'd be
unable to touch or remove her breasts from The suit, until he released the
ring's locking mechanisms, if there were any.
Gritting her teeth against the painful attentions of the sharpened points, she
shrugged the last folds up then over her shoulders, feeling her nipples and
aureoles being forced further and further past the hidden points, entrapping her
ever more deeply.
"John!!" she wailed angrily at him as they began to work into the surface of her
skin, "You didn't tell me about the these awful things inside the cups! They're
horrible and they're hurting me!"
"Another surprise of your new suit." he chuckled from behind her, pulling
strongly on the opened sides of thick rubber skin on her back, struggling to get
it into full contact around her body. "What do you think about it so far for a
different bondage experience?"
"I don't know yet. It's not very pleasant!" she grumbled; but nevertheless
allowed him to continue with her encasement.
His voice had been loud; but it was curiously muffled by the ear-plug/hearing
aids fitted and locked into her ears. She really didn't need hearing aids at
all; but he'd taken incredible steps to ensure that she now wore them at all
times. It was another means of control he'd said prophetically. After she'd been
fitted with them, he'd immediately taken her to his friend's piercing studio and
had her tagi and the cartilages of her ears pierced. It had hurt a lot; but,
what really surprised her was when he fitted each of her new piercings with
plain, stainless steel studs; sort of like long-posted thumb-tacks adorned with
a small ring on their flat tops. These had been pressed into the perforation in
each Tagus, through retaining loops on the hearing aids, and then out through
the holes in the cartilages behind the shells of the ears. When the posts passed
through the fittings on the external ends of the ear-plugs, they'd been pressed
them firmly and uncomfortably all the way into her pre-lubricated ear canals,
deafening her until he'd turned them on somehow. Occasionally, they'd seem to
fail; but he always seemed to be able to restore her hearing. The plugs were
virtually unnoticeable to the casual observer, and even those that did see them,
didn't ask about them for fear of embarrassing her with such personal questions.
And so she was stuck wearing them. She'd had to bend her head forward after the
posts were inserted, then there'd been some fiddling behind her ears. That too
had hurt like the dickens. She discovered later that the posts had been bent
into small circles around tiny stainless steel rings, then welded closed on
them. There was no possible way, from that point forward, for her to remove
them!
