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Karen - The Pose Machine

There was a knock on the large industrial warehouse door. Phil walked to it, his steps echoing into the large, momstly empty room. He lifted the large steel mechanism and opened a small pedestrian door.

On the other side, was a young woman, brown shoulder blade length curled hairs, wearing a tight black leather jacket, tight stretch jeans and wedge high heels sneakers.

“Hi… Geesh, I’m sorry, I think I’m not at the right place. I’m looking for someone named Phil? Err… Sorry, my name is Karen.”

“Yes, hello Karen,” he said, extending a hand. “Please come in.” he said, opening his arms, inviting her in.

She made one step then stopped.

“Who… What is giving me the proof I’m at the right place. I mean, this is an old warehouse at the port. You could be anybody.”

“Sure. Very clever. I didn’t expected less from you. Okay, I contacted  you on Facebook last week because your status was: I’m a model, waiting for the next assignment. We exchanged and I gave you a detailed description of what I was expecting on view.”

“Not bad… What’s the code word?”

“Roses are not roses if they are red. You thought about that yourself?” he asked.

“Yes… Like it”

“It stinks… but I didn’t hired you for your writing prowesses. Please come in.” he said with a smile.

She frowns

“That’s not very nice.”

“That’s the truth. Then, I’m a visual artist, not a literary critics.” he said, closing the door behind her, gesturing her to walk forward, toward a brightly lit corner.

There was a makeshift table with a computer on it. Wires were going from it to a large box, the size of a dishwasher, then multiple cables and tubes were going from that box to a strange looking device, that looked like an unfinished robot with a dozen of hands.

“Is that the… device? Looks creepy.” she said, pointing at the multi-arm contraption.

“Yep. It looks scary, but it’s just a bunch of sensors to record your body position.”

“Ah.” she said, approaching it, and trying to get in place. “Is this how I should stand in this thing? How does it work?”

“I’m no tech guy here. A friend of mine loan it to me, however, you have to wear that special suit.” he said, pointing to a plastic bag on the floor, just right next to it.

Karen picked it up. It was a black lump of something shiny and slippery. She took it out.

“Feels like rubber. What is it?”

“Not sure, and honestly, I don’t care. You’re the model, you should know about this stuff. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m already paying you, so please, step on it and come back here when you’re ready. The machine is ready.”

Karen looked around for a changing room, but there was nothing of that nature. She retreat onto a black corner and pulled out the suit, trying to find the zipper, but there was none.

“How do you put this on? There’s no zipper.”

“I don’t know. You’re the fashion expert.”

“You’re the model, you’re the fashion expert. Damn, I wonder if he know how to put his briefs the right way.” she mumbled to herself, turning the suit on all sides, having second thoughts about the contract. But she needed the money.
The only  obvious way to put it on was through the narrow collar. There was a large bottle of lubricant at the bottom of the bag, and Karen made the link. She has read and saw pictures of people il latex, but apart from seeing pictures, she never actually, really saw what a neck entry catsuit was like.

Phil was so concentrated on his setup that he never heard the multiple huffs and moans of Karen as she put on the suit. Finally, she walked out to  him.

“It’s about ti… wow!” he said, eyes wide open.

Karen smiled, but was not sure. This thing was molding her body like a second skin, revealing everything. She was, without realizing it, slowly rubbing her hands on her hips. That suit made her, at the same time, uncomfortable and incredibly hot. Good thing there was those ventilation holes at her crotch, two holes about 1cm in diameter. Not enouth to reveal anything.

“Errr… you… you have to put those strange boots too.” he said, pointing to two long leather tubes, leaning against the wall.

Karen looked at them with wide eyes.

“You’re not serious? Those are fetish boots.”

“Your resume states that you are a ballet dancer, right.”

“Well… I attended a few classes… Fine…” she said, taking the boots, sitting down, the suit stretching, pinching in her crotch. She bit her lips for not moaning as she put on the ballet heel boots and laced them tightly. She got up, not very steady. Yes, she has taken a few classes, the beginner’s, easy, no pointed toes ones. She didn’t exactly lie on her resume, just not gave all the details.

“You sure all this is required? I mean, it’s pretty extreme for simply tracking body positions.” she said, wobbling her way to the spidery looking machine.

“I don’t know. Like I said, I loaned it from someone I know… Okay, come closer, you should stand here, and  now this comes… Oh, I forgot, there the corset-like thing you have to wear too.” he said, picking another plastic bag and getting out a long leather corset.

“No way I’m wearing a corset! This is a joke! I can’t believe it.” she said, eyes wide opened at the dreadful garment. The catsuit was one thing, then the ballet boots. No way she would go for a corset.

“Well, okay then, but he told me that it might be quite uncomfortable in the long run in the machine without the corset, but… okay…” he said, picking the arm behind her waist, to which was attached a curved band covering the back of her waist, about 12cm wide against her back. There was a mechanical arm attached to it, that followed the movement.

He pressed a button and winding noise were heard as the end of the plates grew, circling Karen’s waist and getting quite tight, holding her firmly in place.

“That’s tight enough, you can stop.” said Karen.

“It’s all automatic. I can’t do anything about it.” he said as the winding continued. It stopped, making Karen wide eyes. The corset might not have been that bad after all.

He did the same with bands at the ankles, above the knees, over the elbows, wrists and neck. Finally, another arm, with four large fingers, were gripping her head, two fingers on each side, one at the temple the other below the cheek.

“There. All done. Comfy?”

“Not really.” she said, trying to loosen the waist band.

“Okay. You’re gonna be lifted off the ground about 10cm now.”

There was a winding noise and Karen felt being lifted by the waist band, which pulled hard against  her rib cage.

“Aaargh… no, put me down, please.”

“But I haven’t beg…”

“I said, put me down… And hand me that corset.”

He did, puzzled. He took Karen out of the device and she wrapped it around her waist and began to pull on the laces, then looking at him, he understood that he should be the one pulling on them.

Karen felt her waist being crushed, but it was more comfortable that the gripping arm. At one point, he stopped.

“This is getting very difficult to pull.”

“How much for the sides to meet?”

“About 2cm.”

“Damn. No pull harder. They have to get together or I feel they will pinch when the machine will grab me.” she said, knowing how tight the machine will squeeze her.

Twenty minutes later, panting, he knotted the laces.

“Okay. Let’s go on with it.” she said, putting her place back in the machine. Phil fixed all the arms again.

He wrapped the waist band again. The tightening was a lot more bearable. This time, Karen felt almost comfortable as she was lifted off the ground.

“Okay. I have figure out the software. Stand still… Okay, capture done. Now move.”

“Move? How? What do you want me to do?”

“You’re the model, you should know how to move.”

With a sigh, Karen began to take standard poses, It was weird because she was not touching the ground. Phil seemed happy, frantically punching keys on his keyboard, clicking the mouse, smiling.

“Why do you need this anyway? Isn’t there software that pose CGI models already?”

“Yes, but you have to put their limbs at the right place. I’m basically a photographer. I want to extend my trade to include CGI characters into my photographs, but I want them to have a natural position. This device is the best thing I could get… Oh yes, continue.” he said, as Karen took weirder and weirder poses.

“Okay. That’s perfect. You can relax while I look up what else I need.”

On that, he left Karen hanging on the device, with nothing to do. She had time to feel the setup, feel how tight each cuffs were. She could feel her sweat slowly drifting downward inside the suit.
The rest are very specific poses… Okay, do as if you’re holding someone’s hand… Perfect, now as you’re protecting your face from something bright… Perfect. Okay. Put your hands in your back, like if you’re cuffed and spread your legs like you’re getting arrested and frisked.”

“Like that? Woh… what the fuck… That thing is stuck. I can’t move. Arrgghgh...”

“What do you mean?” he asked, turning to her, and the same time, making wide eyes as the machine was adding things. An arm was raising from under her crotch, with two huge dildos, that were forcing their entry through small holes in the suit that became larger when she spread her legs. Karen was there, unable to move, mouth wide opened.

“Waaaak aaass aaaask aaaoooeeegggnn”

“I don’t have a clue what it’s doing. Why do you keep your mouth wide opened?”

“Aaa aaaagg ooooggg eeeeeegg!”

“Can’t close it?”

“OOooooo aaaaaaggg!!!!!” screamed Karen as the huge dildos got forced it. There was a humming noise and Karen’s eyes turned backward. The dildos were vibrating.

She was fighting her bonds, but the machine didn’t bulge.


“What… Ah yes, I have to get you out of there… Why… why isn’t it stopping?” he said, as he pressed repetitively the stop button, even the large emergency mushroom button.

“Hold… hold on a minute, I’m going to call the guy…”

Karen was frowning, but not from the stimulation, but from the fact that, at first, it was a friend, then someone he knew and now… the guy?” But her mind was quickly taken elsewhere as the dildos were not only vibrating, they were pulsating and… squirming. She never felt anything like that. She couldn’t repress it. The orgasm was building. Very strong, and she realized at the same time that being bound actually… increased it!

“Yes… Pete? Is that you? Listen, it’s Phil. Where are you?... visiting a friend...In Paris? France?... Damn! Liste, I have a problem with your machine. It’s holding my  model and… well… having sex with her… Yes, I made her took a position like that, to simulate being frisked… that was a secret password… orgasms machine… But I want to stop it. How do… can’t? What?... she has to org…. Three… for… are you serious? Gag?... There’s no way out? What if I unplug it? Ah… Okay… thanks.”

He put his cell phone down, and approached Karen, carefully. She was shaking in her bounds, unable to move, eyes wide opened as she was relectly fucked. That machine was sturdy because she was sure it was going to fall to pieces with all the energy released. Phil tried break the bad news to her.

“Well, Pete, the guy who built the machine, said that you inadvertently triggered its… bondage and orgasm functions, by taking the frisky / arrested position. There’s only one way to end it. You have to… orgasm…” he began to say, looking at the floor, “...blfh times for smlhsv hours…”

“Waakk???” she managed to say.,

“You have to orgasm three times, every hours for six hours. If for one hour you don’t reach 3 times, that hour doesn’t count. Sorry.”


“I can’t unplug it. Well, I can, but that doesn’t clear the memory, nor release you. And there’s more. You have to wear this otherwise the machine won’t… won’t count the orgasms. That’s why her mouth is opened like that.” he said, picking up a large ballgag hanging behind the machine and he put it in her mouth, tightly buckling it. As if the machine has sensed it, it released her jaw, which didn’t change much, as now the large ball was preventing it from closing.

At that same time, Karen’s eyes flipped backward as the first of many orgasm was building.”

The fact she was totally unable to move, the confine of the latex catsuit, her boots, the corset, the gag, all seemed to increase the power of the pleasure.

She exploded like never before, the machine holding her perfectly in place. Then all the vibration stopped, and Karen could relax for a few minutes.

Then, there was a beep, and the machine moved, changing Karen’s position to a spread eagle, not only spread, but stretched taut. She couldn’t move at all.

Then the vibration start again..

Eight hours. That’s the time Karen needed to reach the goals. She had been moved between every orgasm, from spread eagled, to ball tied, to hogtied, all that while being suspended.

During that time, Phil was turning in circle, thinking, fearing, the aftermath.

Finally the machine stopped. Phil helped Karen get off ité She collapsed in his arms. He carried to a bunch of cardboard boxes, having no furniture, and lay her down there. She had passed out.

He removed the corset and the boots and waited, walking back and forth, trying to figure out how he will get out of this one. She would sue him, for rape or something. He would go to jail. He could run away, disappear, but he chose to stay, to face the consequences, to explain. He stayed by her side until she woke up, four hours later.

She didn’t say a word. He helped her get out of the latex catsuit. She seemed on drugs, out of this world. He asked her questions, but she only mumbled incomprehensible answers.  He put a piece of paper in her hand, stating that it was Pete’s number, and if she had anything to fix, it was to be dealt with him directly. A cab was called and she headed home.

The next morning, there was a knock at the door. He opened. It was Karen.

“Listen, I really didn’t knew about it. I never wanted that to happen I…”

“It’s okay, Phil.” she said, all smiling. “Never mind. It was an accident. I understand. I’m not going to sue you.”

“You’re not? Thank you. But what are you doing here? Oh, right. Your pay check. Here. I put a little extra.”

“Thanks but… you don’t need me anymore? You were still a few poses to go through yesterday. Shouldn’t we be doing those?”

“Really?... I mean,  you’re willing to go back in the machine, even after what happened?”

“Yes. I mean, I know which position triggered it, right?”

“Err… yes…”

“So…” she said, heading for the dark corner to put on the suit, then walked to a chair to put on the ballet boots.

Phil installed her in the machine, then took place at the computer, setup the software, then looked at her.

It took about two hours to get all the poses he required. Karen was sometimes moaning, and while he was not looking, rubbing her crotch. Somehow, this whole thing was addictive.

“Okay, it’s all done. I’ll get you out of it.” he said, heading for her.

“No, wait…. I thought about something. Go where I put my clothes. The check you made is right there, Bring it to me, please.”

Puzzled, he did so. Karen took the cheque and ripped it.

“Why? It was your pay… Oh, right. I should pay you for today’s session too.” he said turning around to head to his desk.

“No, that’s all right. You don’t owe me anything. I’m fine. Just get the ballgag. You’ll need it.”

“The ballgag? What for… No. WAIT! DON’T DO IT!!!”

It was too late. Karen had taken the frisking position. The machine had locked her into position and the arm with the double dildos was quickly rising.

“But… That machine has a special setup that accumulates form session to session. I think you will have to get 3 orgasms for 10 hours or something.”

“Yes, I know.

“What? You know? How…”

“I called Pete. That guy is a genius!” she had time to say before her jaw was locked opened, awaiting the gag.
Phil dropped his arms. He couldn’t do nothing. No work, nothing, until Karen gets out of the machine in… many hours.

Better make the best of it. He setup his camera tripod...

© Pete, June 2017

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The bus had left her two blocks from the address she had written on a little piece of paper. So, she had walked, the last two blocks, butt wiggling in her incredibly tight jeans and high heel booties. She was getting hotter by the minute, but also, her hips were getting more painful by the minute. Perhaps she had chosen jeans that were too tight.

Well, they were just right when she bought them… two years ago, but apparently, she had gained a little weight.

Heels clicking on the concrete sidewalk, she turned at the entrance of the house and stopped by the door, bringing her legs close together. She pushed the doorbell button.

Nothing. No sound.

She did it a second time, with the same results.

Lynda had once told where there was a spare key hidden within the bushes to the left of the door she used when he wasn’t home. She crouched down, the crotch seam giving a little pinch which made her moan, as she reached for the key. She just hope she was at the right house.

She found the key and unlocked the door, opening it slowly.

“Hello? Anybody here? Mr… euh… Pete? It’s Karen. I’m from the temp agency…”

No answer. She smiled.

She entered, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She walked slowly around, looking for someone, or looking for a place to sit.

Then she spot it. Exactly as Lynda had described it: the office.

According to Lynda, Pete, the client, was a writer, and he was hiring her to get some inspiration. All she had to do was hang around, act normally. Sometimes, Pete would request her that she takes a specific place or position. There was only one condition: she had to wear very tight clothes and high heels, the highest she could cope with.

Yes, normally, it was Lynda’s job, but she had a family emergency she had to attend to, and she was already booked with Pete. Karen decided to fill up for her. That was easy money. Karen was not to pass on it. Just laying around in tight jeans and high heels. She could do that. She hated the usual filing, and typing jobs.

She had reached her office. There was a few computers and the desks were pretty clean. She was expected to see a lot of books, loose sheets, dirty coffee cups, junk food wrappers, and why not, even a typewriter, but not something as clean as that. He was not the image of the classic writer she expected.

Lynda had said to be sexy, so she sat on the desk. In the end, it was a good thing that they were clean of loose papers.

She took place on the hard surface, her buns barely squishing, held together by the tight denim, ready to split open. She tried to get one leg on the table, which created a pinching at her crotch that made her moan.

She was so concentrated at holding it while working to get one high heel bootie on the desk that she didn’t heard the door open and someone walk in.

“Err… Who are you? What are you doing in my house?”

Karen startled.

“Oh… Hi. Sorry, I’m Karen.” she said, getting off the desk. “I was sent by the temp agency.”

“The Temp agency?...”

“Well, not exactly. I was sent by Lynda. She had a family emergency, and she asked me to fill in for her. Apparently, I just have to lay around, is that it?”

“Well, in some cases…”

“So,  you’re a writer, right? What is your pen name. Ever won that pullipulzer prize or something like that?...”

“No, what I write never got listed for the Pulitzer.” he said. “Did… Did Lynda told you… err… EVERYTHING about the job?”

“Oh yes, she told me… everything. I mean it’s just to hang around in sexy clothes, that sometimes you provide them. If you have them to fit her, they might be a little tight for me as I’m a little thicker than her… BUT NOT A LOT, I mean…”

“It’s not problem.” he giggled. “They’re stretched… most of them. Did she mentioned about… accessories?”

“Accessories? You mean bracelets, necklaces and stuff? Yeah, it’s fine. She even tell me that you sometimes loan some to her, so… I mean, I don’t know, maybe if there’s something I like…”

“Ah, yes, I see.” he said with a grin. “Okay, come with me, I’ll show you the outfit.” he said, pointing to an adjacent guest bedroom.

It was a small bedroom with only one bed and one dresser. He went to the closet, revealing that it was a large walking-closet, and walked in. Karen followed, then startled.

“What… What the heck is that?”

“This?” he said, pointing at a full rack of glossy latex clothes, from catsuit to dress to bodysuits, followed by PVC clothes, then leather clothes. On the other side, were hanging spandex outfits of all styles, and on the very end, a shoe rack that would make drool any girl… Well, not any girl.

“That’s all the outfits I have Lynda wear. Here, take this.” he said, handling a long lump of black shiny latex and a bottle.

Karen took it. It was a catsuit. She flipped it from all sides.

“Where’s the zipper? Yow do you put that thing on?” she asked.

“It’s a neck entry catsuit. You go in feet first. You just have to use a lot of lubricant.” he said, handling her a one liter bottle.

She stayed there, in shock.

“Something wrong? Lynda told you everything, right? So she did tell you that it was sexy fetish clothes, right?”

“Yes… YES of course. I just didn’t thought THIS was it… I know how it works.” she said, taking the catsuit and lubricant off his hands, then stared at him.

“Well… I assume you don’t watch Lynda while she’s changing?”.

Pete smiled.

“Of course not.” he said, walking out of the room.

Karen looked at the strange catsuit in disbelief. “What the hell did you put yourself into, Karen”. She said to herself while trying to figure out how to put on the damn thing. She used lubricant. A LOT of it. Quite a few times, she thought about faking an emergency and get out of there, but the more of the smooth rubber she puts on, the more… interesting it becomes.

She managed to get the suit up to her chest, but now, she had to put her arms inside the already very stretched collar, find the sleeves, and push on. Just getting her hands inside the suit proved difficult as best. Getting her arms in…

She struggled, squirmed, trying to move the suit over her ample breasts. There. One is done. Then the other, then one arm in the sleeve. When this one was done, she realized that it was way easier to put on as she could use that arm to pull on the collar and to help the other arm to find the sleeve.

Finally, with a twist of the shoulder, and thanks to all that lubricant, it slid over her shoulders with a slurping vacuum sound.

All of the sudden, she felt it. Her mind had nothing else to worry about, so she finally felt it. The suit. The whole suit, tight as skin, from heel to fingers, squishing her body. She ran her gloved hands over her tightly enclosed breasts, feeling the latex, her breath shaking, discovering something new. A new feeling. A new… something.

She startled as there was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Are you through? It doesn’t take Lynda usually that long.”

“Well I… I told you I was a little thicker than Lynda, so it’s a tighter fit, but it’s all done, now.” she said.

On that he opened the door and smiled at the sight. At the same time, Karen noticed something dangling between her legs.


“Oh, the toy pouches.” said Pete, as if he was talking about something very common.

“Toy pouches?” asked Karen, suddenly blushing.

“Yeah. Lynda surely told you about the toys and the belt.They’re the toys she prefers.”

“Oh… yeah. Those, Of course, I mean it… it’s so obvious I thought you were talking about something else.” she said, looking around. “Where are they?” she asked, then went wide eyes when she saw two huge dildos on a desk. “THOSE?”

“Yes.” answered Pete, giggling.

“But they’re so… HUGE”.

“I think that too, but that’s what Lynda wears. I have smaller. She hasn’t taken those huges ones when she began.”

“Hey! I’m just as experienced as Lynda.” said Karen, taking them. “They look bigger than they really are.” she said, rubbing them, then applying lubricant in them, spreading her legs and pushing it in. She stopped when it was barely in.

“How about some privacy?”

“Oh, if you want to, but usually, Lynda asks me to push them in. It’s easier.”

“Well… I… If you offer the help… I mean, it’s not like you’re going to see anything… “she said with a nervous giggling.

She took place on the bed, spreading her legs. Pete approached and began to push the sleeves inside the holes, realizing at the same time that Karen had put a lot of lubricant. That would be helpful for that part.

He proceeded with the vaginal one first, pushing it slowly but firmly. Karen was wide eyes, gasping. Evidently, she had never got anything that big, that deep before. When it was time for the rectal one, she became hesitant. Pete asked her to turn on all four and to bend forward.

She moaned loudly when he began to insert it and was sure she was about to cry.

“Sure you want me to go on? There’s still 5cm to go.”

“Yes, push it in.” she said, between her teeth. “Oh dear god! What are you doing here?” she whispered to herself.

Pete was resisting laughing and was biting his lips to not do so. The plug finally sucked in place. Karen was panting heavily, and was slowly moving to get out of the bed, keeping her legs wide open, eyes as wide as her legs.

“Wow… That’s… something.” she managed to say. “It’s…. It’s always surprising at first.” she quickly said to keep constant with the fact that she was used to that. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing at a garment Pete has in his hands.

“Oh, it’s the corset. Please turn around.”

Karen didn’t say a word. If she had asked more questions, it would have seemed odd.

Pete wrapped the corset around her already tiny waist and began to tighten it, getting it tighter and tighter. With a last yank, he tied the knots.

“Feels awesome.” said Karen, rubbing her hands along the tight smooth leather garment. That’s the way I like them.”

“Oh, there’s still 3cm to go. I’m just giving time for your body to adjust. We should go on with the boots in the meantime.” he said producing long tubes with a pointed feet. Karen went again wide eyes, but refrain from adding anything. After all, she was supposed to know everything about it.

She sat on the bed, letting out a deep moan, as the dildos moved and pushed in. He put her right leg into the long purple leather tube, her feet keeping an en-pointe position, and began to lace it, tightly. He did the same with the other kid leather boot, lacing it tightly. He then extended a hand to help Karen get up.

“How the hell am I supposed to stand up in those?” she thought to herself. Fearing the worst, that she would collapse, she gave her hand. Pete pulled gently on it and quickly hold her still, until she steadied herself on her toes.

“It’s like driving a bike, right?” he said, laughing.

“Yes, you never forget… I know I will never forget.” she added, on a lower voice.

He asked her to reach for a bar, suspended over her head, while he pulled the laces to close the corset. He was strong. With each exhale, he was pulling hard on them. Karen was sure to be cut in half when he was done. Finally, it stopped and he quickly tied the laces, then before she had time to let go of the bar, he wrapped a steel belt around her waist.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s simply a steel chastity belt. Lynda had a habit of playing with the toys, which makes her produce a LOT of noise,  so I took the habit of locking her in. The belt is made to be worn with that corset. It locks it in place at the same time.

Karen gasped when he pulled the crotch strap tight, pushing on the dildo. She really wondered what she had put herself into by taking that job, to the point she never saw, never realy realized that the belt was locked on her, and that she now had no way to take anything off.

She was daydreaming, almost in a daze, not even realizing when he fastened cuffs around her ankles and wrists. She even helped with the movements of her head when he fastened the collar. Only when he asked her to open her mouth, which she did, and then stuffed a hard, large rubber ball in it she snapped out of it.

But it was too late. Her arms were fastened in her back. She tried to move away, but it was too late. The gag had been deeply inserted and locked.

“Mffat iff faff? Faakk iifff awfff.”

“That’s a gag, and no, I’m not taking it off. You’re… bound… to make a lot of noise with those toys, and I don’t want to be disturbed. Just inspired. Come, it’s time to go to work.” he said, pulling on a leash, forcing her to walk forward, balancing on her strange toe boots.

They walked back to the office where he asked her to sit on the very same desk she was sitting on when she surprised him. The clanking noise of the chastity belt  hitting the hard countertop was a surprise, but not as much as the belt pushing on the butt dildo.

She closed her eyes, not knowing too much what to make of it.

Once on the desk, he had her turned on her stomach and rest on her breasts. He took her legs and bind them back, linking them to the wrist cuffs, in a tight hogtie.

Karen moaned. This was actually moving her dildos. And she didn’t knew the surprise yet.

Pete sat at his computer and contemplated the woman, tightly bound in front of him. Every move creating an irresistible creaking sound of rubber and leather. Every move creating shiny light pattern, reflecting the sunlight entering from the nearby window.

He began to type. Inspiration was produced.

She tried to turn her head to see what he was typing, but she couldn’t see the screen. Slowly, she squirmed, trying to turn, to see, to read.

He stopped typing and looked at her after close to half an hour of squirming that pretty much resulting in nothing, her suit sticking to the desk..

“Do you have a problem?”


“You’re bored?”

“Eff!! Feee meee”

“Free you?” he said, giggling. “I don’t think so. Lynda was scheduled for 6 hours today. I want my 4 hours of inspiration. But, here, to set your mind elsewhere.” he said, picking a small remote.

“AaahhahwWWWEEEEeeefff!!!” she screamed through her gag as the dildos began to have a life of their own, pulsating, vibrating, even… moving like a snake, inside her body.”

She moaned loudly. She didn’t care where she was. Her mind was totally elsewhere!

Pete giggled and turned back to his computer, typing frantically.
Two hours later, Karen had quite a few orgasms and was simply living on the hormone rush while the vitrators has stopped. The phone rang.

“Hello… Err… yes, Karen is here… Well, she’s really… err… tied up in her work right now, can I take a message?... Yes… of course. Really? So it means I can book her for the afternoon too… and the evening if I want to? Okay, I’ll have a talk with her. Thanks.”

He hung up the phone and turned to the bound up Karen, her head turned toward him.

“The Temp Agency called. Apparently the work you had scheduled for this afternoon was cancelled, which means that I can keep you all day, even overnight. Quite a deal,right? Of course, since you’ll be sleeping during the night, and in exchange I provide you with free lodging, I’m not paying for those hours.”

Karen didn’t answered. She didn’t knew what to answer. What would Lynda do? As if she understood the question, he added more.

“Lynda usually embrace the fact that she can stay overnight, but it’s your choice. One word and you’re out.”

Karen didn’t answered, so Pete went back to his computer.

He fixed himself a sandwich and made one for Karen. He had her sit in a chair, legs bound together, wrists linked, but made her promise not to talk.

She kept her promise, and right after, she was stuffed back with the gag, and tied in a frog-tie on the desk while he was typing whatever weird story she was inspiring him.

He made some pasta for the dinner, and she was in the same setup. He had her stayed standing still, arms in her back, ankles linked together while he typed some more, then had her sit by his side on the sofa as he watched some TV.

It was around 22:00 when he said that she should be prepped up for the night.

Only then it sparked to her mind that she might not sleep in a bed, as he pulled her leash to another room. She startled when she saw the assortment of binding furniture.

He led her to a chair and instructed her to sit.

“You accepted to spend the night here. I never said you were going to sleep it off” he said as he fastened her to the chair, leaving her there, in the dark.

“Good night. See you tomorrow.” he said, turning down the lights.

Only a small security lamp was lit over her, casting an eerie glow. She was about to doze off from exhaustion when the dildos fired. Damn! He had turned them on. She would not rest.

The more she struggled against her bonds, the more powerful seemed to be the feedback from the vibrating, pulsating dildos. The gag, the corset, her feet locked into an extended position, the heavy shackles, all were...turning her on?.

Each move were creating either a creaking sound from the slick rubber sliding on the varnished chair, or the chain through the cuffs making dungeon sounds.

Finally, she didn’t really realize if the dildos had been turned off, had drained their batteries or if they were still vibrating, exhaustion had the best of her.

She heard a sound. She opened her eyes. The sun was getting up. Lights were filtering from the windows.

“Well, well… You’re well setup.” said a woman’s voice.

She turned her head, and could distinguish someone in the dimly lit room… Lynda? She struggled in her bonds as Lynda walked slowly toward her, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her tight latex dress squeaking with each move.

“Look at that, you can’t move. You can’t escape. I bet Pete had kept you plugged all night. That’s what he usually does.” she said, approaching her, putting a hand at her crotch.

“Mffffoo ffyyooo ffffiiimmm mmeeeerpp?”

“What am I doing here? I should ask YOU that question. And no, I can’t free you. Don’t worry. Pete isn’t here. I don’t know where he is.”

“Mffeeee meee”

“Free you?  Hell, I know where is the spare key for the house, but I don’t have a clue where is the padlocks keys. Now, these things should still be vibrating on the random setting. Let’s see if I can manage to…” she said as she tried to find a way to sit on Karen’s crotch, when suddenly, there was a click and the lights turned on.

“Lynda?” said a man’s voice.

“Pete!... oh… hi. That’s… That’s not what you think… It’s just that mffmpfrm… Hummmmmph…” had begun to say Lynda, but Pete was quick on her and had put a ballgag in her mouth. She didn’t resist, pretty much opened her mouth when he did so. She knew the rules of the house.”

“Lets fix you up, then you will tell me your side of the story. He said, dragging her to the frame.”

A few minutes later, she was hanging from the frame, her hands elbow tied in her back. Pete got Karen out of the chair and was tying her to the wall frame.

“After 8 hours cramped in the chair, a change of position is in order, don’t you think?” he said, giggling.

“Mffprmgg…” answered Karen.

“Oh come on… don’t tell me you didn’t liked it.”

Lynda struggled in her bonds, trying to attract attention. She even lost a shoe in the process.

“Okay, now that you are all very well setup, can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“Fiii fiif mmooppt maaffkk merfm mooo pffaaafffe meeef”

“You did not asked her to replace you?”

Lynda nodded no as Karen grunted.

“Now, there’s a fun thing about asking a negative question. When you said “no” it could have been that you answered the question, or you said no to the statement. Hummm… which one is it.”

Lynda grunted. Karen giggled.

“If the answer is no to  -you did non asked her to replace you-, it means that you did asked her, right?”

Karen nodded no… then yes..

“I could have fun all day with this thing, however I do not have the time.”

Lynda let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, straight up. Did you asked her or not to fill in for you…”

Lynda made angry eyes…

“Okay, okay. My bad. Did you asked Karen to take over your work here?”

Lynda nodded a definitive NO as Karen grunted louder.

“That’s a clear answer, but you seems to disagree, Karen. Let’s hear the details.” said Pete, walking to Lynda and removing the gag.

“I must point out,” began Pete, “That Karen said you had a family emergency and that you wouldn’t be back before the end of the day today. You’re already here. Was that another lie from Karen or it is a lie from your side?”

“Karen grunted.”

“I had a family emergency. I received a call as I was about to come here, and got stuck on the phone, in a cab, all the way. I couldn’t leave the phone. I couldn’t call you. At one traffic light, I spotted Karen on the sidewalk. I told her to call the agency to get your phone number to call you that I wouldn’t be there. But, apparently, instead she said to the agency that she was filling up for me, so they gave her the address. She knew nothing about the work here, except what I’ve always told, which is that you ask me to wear sexy clothes and take some poses, that you are a creative writer and I’m a source of inspiration.”

Pete slowly walked to Karen.

“Is that true? Be honest.” he asked.

Karen lowered her eyes and nodded yes.

“Okay. The fun is over then.” he said, switching off the dildos,which was pretty much a relief, before walking to Lynda.

“Now, let’s get you down from there and into the proper attire. You two have some business to take care of.”

Half an hour later, Lynda came out, squeezed in a tight hot pink latex catsuit, high heel sandals and a corset, with a whip in her hand.

Karen went wide eyed and struggled in her bonds.

“Ah, come on. You know you deserve it, pretty little liar. So you thought you could fill in for me, right? Let’s see if you have.. What it takes.” said Lynda with devilish eyes, Taking a large swing of the whip but slowing it down to just a little snap when she reached Karen’s breasts.

Since Karen had her eyes closed, she was expecting a hurting blow and was prepared to yelp accordingly, which turned out a funny sound when she realized she was yelping far too loud for the real hit.

Lynda then went harder and harder, looking at her face, to know when it was just right.

Just hard enough to get really noticed, without hurting too much. She was alternating between the breasts and the hips, even giving reverse blows at her crotch.

After almost 10 minutes, Pete walked out. He had work to do.

When he came back to the equipment room two hours later, Karen was suspended upside down in the hanging frame, and Lynda was teasing her by pushing a vibrating stick at her chastity belt, sometimes forcing it beneath the belt, on her dildos, creating a heck of a vibration.

Karen was responding with loud moans, slowly rocking her hips, which made her whole body swing in her bounds.

“You like that, don’t you? And what if I tap like that?” she said, tapping rather hard over the tight chastity belt, each blow making Karen react, moaning, obviously enjoying everything.

Pete cough to attract the attention of the girls, especially Lynda.

“I’m sorry to disrupt your little party, but the temp agency called. Karen is required for an emergency replacement in one hour, I have all the details here, and, I believe you too have to leave soon, Lynda. You original schedule ended half an hour ago.

“Half… damn! I’ll be late. Help me.” she said, hurriedly removing Karen from the frame. Lynda rushed back to the changing room and got out of the catsuit so fast that she was putting her civil clothes on when he arrived with Karen, slowly walking on her ballet heels.

Lynda helped Pete take Karen’s boots off and literally peel the neck entry suit off, a first for Karen.

Then they were ready to leave.

“Well, Pete, see you in four days, as scheduled.” said Lynda. “I’ll be just in time.”

“You’re going like that?” asked Pete, referring to her tight latex dress and spiked heels.

“Of course. I’m heading to replace a paycheck accountant at the local brick manufacture. Lots of guys to tease. Goodbye!” she said, closing the door behind her.

“Yes, Thank you Lynda.” he said to a closed door, imagining the line-up at her desk.. “Karen?  You haven’t said much since your gag was taken off. Feeling okay? No hard feelings?”

“No… I’m fine… I think. Don’t... don’t worry, I won’t put in a complain at the agency. After all, I did it on my own.” she said, staring at the floor.

“Well, okay then. Have a nice day.” said Pete, not knowing what to add. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and left, like on a cloud, or on another planet.

Pete closed the door behind her and laughed.

“She’s in quite a rush. That session was cut too harshly.” he said to nobody.

He went back to his desk and continued typing the story the two ladies had inspired him.

It was early in the evening, the next day. He had just finished his dinner when there was a knock at the door. Puzzled he opened it, not expecting anyone, and thinking this was some kid selling biscuits or something. To his surprise, it was Karen, wearing stretch leather tights and a light blouse. She had her arms in her back and was looking at him in the eyes, her eyes full of sparkles.

“Hi. I…” she took a deep breath, as if ready to take the plunge “ just wanted you to know that, what happened the day before yesterday and yesterday morning, I never felt anything like that before. Somehow, I liked it. A lot. I want more. I searched the internet and found what I believe to be your stories. I read them. I spent the whole night reading them,” she gilggled. “I... I liked them. I… I wanted to be that Karen. I already have the right name for it. I WANT to be her I…”

She hesitated.

“I believe this… this is the right… err… thing to do.” she said, taking her hands from her back, putting them in front, and looking down at it.

Pete followed the directions and startled. In her hands, was a slave collar, along with an open padlock, but without any keys. He was quick enough to notice that the padlock had a key broken in it.

“I… I want to become your slave.” she said, looking down. “I want to be sealed in rubber, to wear extreme heels and be kept in permanent bondage. I want to be teased and tormented, according to your desires… I want to be your inspiration...” then as she raised her head, looking at him directly in the eyes, almost as a plea, she added “... Master...”

© Pete, June 2017
Karen: Temp Agency
Karen works for a temp agency. Everything is pretty boring until...

It was originally a short photo story, but, you know, as inspiration goes, it turned into a full fledged text story.

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Temp Office Replacement (1 of 14) by monsterp63
As promised, as done.

I redid all images of "Office Temp" in Iray render, which gives a lot more texture and more natural lighting. (Was able to fine tune my setups so the renders went from 3 hours to... 30 minutes... Ah, the things you learn... It will always amaze me how a click in the right box can change a lot of things...)
I didn't do all custom lightings on all the scenes (mostly used the "camera headlamp" light), because I wanted the textures and setup to appear, more than the correct mood set. 
I still have a lot to learn (you have to re-learn lighting setup from 3Delight to Iray)

The full text story that this series of image inspired (funny, a story about inspiration gave me... inspiration), will be completed in the near future. It's a lot more extensive, and I was prioritizing the renders vs writing, as I didn't had time to sit and get "into it" to write as I worked overtime lately, and, well, it's summer here, so I prefer to be in the pool rahter than in the house.

If you like the images, you're welcome. If you don't, well, I can't please everybody, but doing thoses images pleases myself...

I suggest you go there to have the full story in order.…


p.s. Red Crystal is and will be entirely done with 3Delight, except hi-res excerpts I will try in Iray.


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Which is your preferred predicament? (for Karen, of course) 

54 deviants said Totally sealed, UNplanned
33 deviants said Totally sealed, planned
7 deviants said Not totally sealed (head free)


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5thSpecter Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2017  New Deviant Student Digital Artist
Do not trust TroubleSeeking! His group deserves to be banished forever!
kermit2y Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2017
Thank you so much for you stories!

I specially love the tight jeans ones:-) will you write more of those?
monsterp63 Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.

Tight jeans stories. Well, they are my "primordial" stories (the first ones I wrote).
Unfortunately, tight jeans stories are not the most read / commented / asked for.
Since the only "pay" I get out of this is reader's comments and favorites, they don't "pay for themselves".
I may write more, but it's not within the priorities.

I try to include (as TJ fetish is a strong one for me) tight jean situations, allusions, scenes. in the latex stories.
If you have a look at the (not so great) "Special Mission" image story, you'll see that Karen is in tight jeans... well as tight as I could find for Daz 3D.

Thank you very much for your comment. Really appreciated.
Enjoy the stories!

DannaPearl Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016
Thank you for watching!:)
Aleanais Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you so much for all the favs' !! i'm really flattered ! 

Natsuko-Hiragi Featured By Owner Jul 2, 2016  Professional Photographer
Hey thank you for watching us!^^
Abduction-Agency Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for watching my work, pleased you like it :-) (Smile)
yourbdtop2 Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2016
Totally awesome seeing these stories here.  I followed the Karens Fetish World web site and was sorry to see it go away.  Great to see the stories are back on-line.
monsterp63 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Glad you found me... again. Thanks for the nice comment.
K-a-r-y-u Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2016
Thanks for watching!
Rubbermatt Featured By Owner Feb 9, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Good to see you posting your stories here :D
monsterp63 Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Well, I had no choice. A gorgeous, tall woman, covered in latex and sporting extreme heels, came to my home and instructed me to do so... or else...
:) (Smile) 
Rubbermatt Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2016  Professional Digital Artist
Ah yes those latex muses, they are rather demanding aren't they? :P
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