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?”
“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?”.
“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?”
“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.”
“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?”
“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…”
“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