Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 3
She raised her head and he strained to open the springy stainless steel band by
slipping his fingers through the one inch diameter side rings, then pulling them
apart. A quick motion drew the collar snug against the front of her throat, then
reversing his grip, he pressed his palms against the sides until there was a
doubled click at the back of her neck, right over her spinal column. Her collar
was on. It had been manufactured in such a manner that when the locking posts
were pressed into their mating holes; ratchetted catches (their mechanisms
welded inside the structure and now totally inaccessible) slipped along these
short shafts and snapped home, locking the entire thing irremovably in place
around her neck.
The collar was so wide that it prevented her from looking downwards. It was now
impossible to look from side to side as it made her neck and head one with her
torso. It was tight to her throat; but was formed so that it fitted
comfortably; provided she didn't try to fight against its commanding presence.
The gleaming stainless told its own message of her captivity and state of being
controlled; but this was deeply reinforced by the large rings dangling ing from
their swivel mountings both on the back and on the front under her chin. Smaller
rings hung on the sides just beneath her ears. Tamara tried to turn her head to
the side, only to find that her head was prohibited from turning. She now had to
swivel her whole upper body to see to the sides!
"It's far too tight." she grumbled, twisting her head fractionally.
"Just second let me make a minor adjustment." He took a tube of silicone
sealant and proceeded to coat the top and bottom of the collar and fill and
voids that might exisit. Now the collar stuck to the skin and movement would
involve severe pain.
"As I said Honey, it'll take a while to get used to." he stated. "Now, time to
get you into the masks."
"Oh shit. I hoped you'd pass that up."
"Nope! A very essential part of the entire rig." he grinned evilly.
"If you say I need them, then I guess I better put them on." she said
resignedly. "What are they anyway?"
"Oh, you'll definitely need them while you're in The suit!" he grinned, then
continued.
"Basically Tamara, the Inner Mask is a modified respirator, with some special
additions. The Over-mask will act as a covering and security device, and it's
equipped with special eye enclosures and lenses to ... ah ... sort of enhance
your experience."
"Well, OK. I suppose." she said dubiously, accepting the glib explanation with
some reservations.
He guided her, ballancing on her impossible heels, still blind-folded, to the
high stool that had been bolted to the cement floor, and helped her to sit on
it. Once she was seated he pulled a wide leather strap tightly over her thighs,
anchoring her in place, then he began to feed the thin, woven-wire laces through
their grommetted holes on the edges of the sturdily-boned corset. A couple of
moments later they were completely threaded, then he began the tightening
process; pulling them in forcefully while she sat with her back turned towards
him, staring blindly ahead. She twisted her head gently against the rigidity of
her collar, trying to get used to its limiting.
"Jesus!" she gasped when the corset began to bite unmercifully into her waist
and compress her rib-cage, "How far in are you going to pull this thing??"
"Just a little more Tamara and I'll have the edges meeting all the way from the
top to the bottom." he grunted, keeping a constant tension on the thin wires
while they slipped slowly through their grommets; gradually pulling the rigidly
double-boned integral corset tighter and tighter. From the outside, the corset's
punishing structure was almost invisible; but, as it tightened, Tamara quickly
discovered that it reached from just under her arm-pits to well down over her
hips! It rose high up her back to cover her shoulder blades and on the front; a
wide, flattened busk rose between her breasts, ensuring that their cups remained
uncomfortably separated. The busk split into a smooth yoke just above the rigid
containments and curved back over her shoulders to join to the back of the
corset, acting as an inner shoulder brace harness that firmly pulled her into a
'proper' posture.
"God!! I don't know how long I can stand this!" she gasped, feeling the bottom
of the stringent garment clamp itself over her hips and buttocks, then pull her
shoulders back, forcing her to sit more and more erectly with each passing
moment. Little did she know that the combination of The suit, the shoulder
brace, and the corset was to become, virtually, her second skin; one that she
would not be freed from for a long time to come.
Disregarding her complaints, he continued his work behind her, silently pulling
the last slack from the lacing. A couple of sharp clicks sounded when he cut the
ends short, after clamping them with little metal tabs. She would be unable to
loosen them; although she didn't know that yet either. And so she sat patiently
waiting while he finished this part of her incarceration.
He whisked her blind-fold away and Tamara blinked rapidly for a moment when the
bright overhead lights lanced into her eyes. She inspected herself in a
strategically placed full-length mirror and was amazed at the transformation
that had taken place in her appearance. Her already small waist had been
dramatically reduced by the corset and she stared, fascinated, at her
reflection; drinking in the look of her glossy black covering, watching the
highlights of the over-head lights flowing and spreading over the rubber skin
that she'd unwittingly become an prisoner within. Above the blackness of the
body covering, her shiny steel collar glittered with silvery brilliance,
emphasizing itself in contrast to the jet of the suit. Her nipples looked so
sexy and bizarre supported the massive chrome piercing rings. Her feet were
pointed to diabolic forms in her boots, she knew it would be impossible to walk
without aid. The tiny spiked toes and heels were the ultimate bondage. The
boots were so tight bending at the knee was impossible. The corset and mitts
made removal of the boots alone out of the question, she marveled in her form
and felt her juices flow with pride. Tamara was so entranced with this newest
vision of herself that she didn't notice the fine veining of wires beneath its
exterior, and even if she had, there was no indication that they led to the
inner sensors and electrodes placed all over the entire inner surface.
"Time for you to be fitted with your Inner Mask, Tamara!" he said jovially,
turning to the bench on the left side and picking up a slippery looking black
rubber mass that lay menacingly on its surface, ready to be applied to her face
and head. When he brought it around to the front and held it up in preparation
she eyed the mask with considerable trepidation and distaste.
"J-J-John?" she stuttered nervously, "I-I'm not really sure that I want to wear
th-that h-h-horrible looking th-thing."
"Oh? Come, come, Tamara!" he said with feigned surprise and impatience. "You
promised me that you were going to put on the whole thing. And, as a matter of
fact, you stated positively that you wouldn't try to change the way you're to be
costumed. Remember?"
"Y-y-y-yeah," she stammered, "but I didn't think that it was going to be so
damned elaborate and uncomfortable."
"Well, my rubbered lovely, I wanted to surprise you. Now, shall we continue?"
he asked impatiently, determined that she was going to be wear the entire
ensemble, whether she wanted to or not.
"Oh, all right." she sighed with resignation; in reality, anxious to get it over
with. "What am I supposed to do now?"
"You'll find that this Inner Mask is a little uncomfortable when it first goes
on Tamara; but I want you to do just as I tell you, OK? Perhaps someday you'll
forget you're even wearing it. Now, close your eyes, open your mouth as widely
as you can, and hold still." he commanded quietly, grasping the thick rubber
facial covering in his strong, tanned hands while he lifted it to her face. Once
it was bonded to her face, he knew, she'd never be able to forget about it, as
he'd told her she would.
First he removed all three piercing from her tongue, "I wouldn't want theseto
get in the way, love."
"O-O-OK." she whimpered with a nervous glance at the frightening rubber device
where it lay spread in his hands, waiting to engulf her. Wide securing straps
and their chromed locking-buckles dangled ominously off to the sides, waiting.
He lifted it to her beautiful face and carefully inserted the large
custom-formed rubber plug into her opened mouth. She groaned with discomfort and
the effort of distending her jaws so widely when the slightly resilient pad was
forced past her teeth, and for a moment she thought her jaw was going to come
unhinged when the oppressive thing continued to be pressed relentlessly inward.
He instructed her to push her tongue through the rubber slot formed just for it.
With one hand he picked up his needle nose pliers reached in and grabbed the tip
of her tongue. "Now don't move I don't want to pinch you." She froze. He
tugged on the flesh until all three piercings were visible. With the other hand
he inserted new larger barbells through the rubber then through her tongue and
then another. The he folded the tip of her tongue over and around the rubber
and inserted the final one. Once all three were in he let go with the pliers
and threaded the bottom balls on the barbells but first placed a drop of super
glue on the threads. The gag was now one with her tongue. He had effectively
inserted it through the rubber and folded her tongue in half under itself and
pinned it in place. She thought to her self this seemed to be a bit extreme.
