Having It All (15 page)

“Shadow agenda?” Ellen asked.

“Something other than what might appear to be the program,” Lynda said. “I think I may have coined the term, but I have used it in other discussions.”

“Well, the fantasies you mention are pretty good, basic stuff. These are the things that seem to get millions of people started on this road. Again, pretty normal, though,” said Frank. “But if you could pick one thing now, what would it be?”

“Totally immobilized, really strictly bound in a cage or cell. Not being able to object or speak or hear or see. Kept there and tormented sexually by someone evil. Maybe whipped while chained to a post and then put back in the cage. Pretty gruesome, I guess.”

“Nope,” said Frank grinning. “Sounds like you’re our girl. Let’s eat.”

Three weeks later, at the start of spring break, Lynda visited Ellen at her apartment. She brought a package of signed and notarized documents, including medical information, which released F&E from any liability concerning the girl’s time spent with them. Also in the packet was a detailed list and outline of her health issues, personal needs and other information that essentially made her their adult guest for not less than six months, extendable at mutual request. She brought a small duffel bag with some personal items in it and arrived promptly on schedule at midday. Per instructions, she had purged her GI tract with OTC laxatives and enemas the night before and had eaten nothing since then. Ellen told her that this was her one last chance to back out and if she didn’t, what would follow would be not necessarily what Lynda was expecting, but it would be in the spirit and direction of what they had agreed to.

“You are ours now and we will do as we see fit with you,” Ellen told the girl. “If you like the idea of being a bondage slave, then perhaps you will enjoy every minute of your experience, but it is more likely that you will have reservations about what is happening to you and then it will be too late. So…do you agree to carry on from here?”

“Yes, I do,” said Lynda, carefully.

“Okay. You have done enough self bondage to be able to follow these directions: go into the next room and follow the script that is displayed on the computer screen. I will be watching and listening to you from here and you will get more instructions as you progress. There is no turning back. Go.”

Lynda picked up her duffel bag and went into the next room. She turned around and saw the large flat screen display on the wall. It said:

Close the door and strip. Do NOT speak.

Face the screen while you do this. When you have taken off all clothing, shower in the adjoining bath and remove all body hair except what is on your head.

Wash and make sure no residue remains.

Wash, dry and put your hair into a single braid from the top of your head.

Dry your body and then return here in front of the scene.

WE WILL BE WATCHING.

IF YOU FAIL TO FOLLOW ORDERS, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.

Lynda quickly removed all of her clothes and put them in a neat pile on a chair, then stepped into the shower and did as ordered, using a strong depilatory and a razor to make certain that no hair remained anywhere but on her head. She washed and dried herself and her hair, then put her hair into a single braid. Then she stood naked in front of the screen and waited.

Presently, the screen changed.

Go to the cabinet and remove what you find in the top drawer.

She did this, taking out a tan leather suit with feet and gloves built into it, plus a heavy bag of chains and cuffs, which she placed on the floor.

Now place all of these items on the floor next to the suit and sit down.

Begin by locking your ankles with the joined wide cuffs.

Close them and they will lock.

Place the metal bands marked “K” around your legs below the knee. Lock them. Put your feet into the bottom of the suit and zip it up to the band around your legs

Shaking with anticipation and some anxiety, Lynda did as the display instructed. By now, her feet and lower legs were smoothly encased in the leather suit’s lower section and tightly held together by the metal cuffs and band.

Place the band/clamp marked K2 above your knees and lock it.

Try not to pinch your skin because there are no keys here for these restraints.

Place the band/clamp with the short chain marked “T” around your thighs. Put it as high up on your legs as you can, just below your sex. Lock it.

Pull the suit up to your top band and zip it shut.

Take the chain with the tag marked “C” and wrap it twice around your waist. Make it tight.

Secure it with the padlock.

Take the remaining end of the chain and pass it through your legs and pull it up behind. Make it tight.

You should be able to feel the chain in your sex and splitting your ass cheeks. IF YOU DO NOT MAKE IT TIGHT, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.

Pull the end up to the chain round your waist and lock it with the padlock. If it is not tight, use the key provided and unlock the padlock and tighten the chain, then lock it again.

Lynda was now sweating as she worked the narrow chain through her triangle at the top of her banded legs and pulled the end through, fitting it carefully between her lower lips and feeling the chain as it passed her anus and rose up through her ass crack. She pulled it and put the lock in, securing it to the waist chain. It was very tight. She gasped when she brought her hands back in front and the chains seemed to tighten more. The display flashed:

PAY ATTENTION!

Pull the suit up around your waist and zip it. Smooth it out.

Lynda complied.

Put the joined handcuffs on your right side next to your hip.

Put the ballgag in your mouth and tighten the retainer band behind your head at the neck.

Fill your mouth with the ball.

Put the leather hood on your head. From now on you will get verbal orders.

It took the girl a few minutes to get the hood on correctly, poking her head braid through the small metal rimmed hole in the top and making sure that her nose and mouth were properly aligned with the nose and mouth holes inside the hood. There were no eye holes, so she was blind as she worked the closing zipper down over the back of her head and all the way to the base of her skull, sealing her head and face into the snug leather enclosure. She had used similar hoods before, so she was not afraid of the claustrophobic effect. Then she heard Ellen’s cold and foreboding voice:

PLACE THE JOINED HANDCUFFS ON YOUR WRISTS BEHIND YOUR BACK.

LOCK THEM.

WAIT.

Bound hand and foot with the steel cuffs and bands, gagged and hooded, with the annoying chain around her waist and through her legs, the leather suit half way up her torso, Lynda sat on the hardwood floor in the room and waited. It seemed like a long time. Then, someone entered the room. She thought she smelled Ellen’s perfume, but the leather smell of the hood and the rubber taste of the gag muted her senses. Whoever it was came over to where she sat and placed a heavy strap around her arms above the elbows. They tightened the strap to pull her arms together until the elbows met and then used a thick metal band to replace it, leaving her lower arms locked together as one. Then the same person tugged the leather suit further up her body, wrapping it around her torso and bound arms, pulling it over her shoulders, fitting it around her neck and head and zipping it up shut after adjusting the holes in the suit’s hood to those in the initial hood. Another wider collar was placed around her neck and locked in place. Through the double layer of leather, she heard and felt the snap of the locks being fitted to the zipper and the collar and then she was totally encapsulated in the leather, from head to toe. Still, Lynda found that she could wiggle her feet and hands and nod her head a bit. She was pushed over on her side and flopped around, trying to stabilize herself as she struggled in the darkness of the hood and the confinement of the suit and metal clamps.

A few minutes passed and then Lynda felt herself being lifted and carried a short distance. They stood her up on her leather enclosed feet and she felt her back pressed against a wall and more clamps being fitted to her body at the same places as the ones under the suit. Her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest and neck were banded into close contact with the wall at her back and then another band went around her forehead and held her head pressed to the wall. The final band went over the front of the hood, pressing the gag further into her mouth and providing additional restraint. She was now helpless in every way. No sound, no speech, no sight. No movement. Lynda was in the first chapter of her fantasy story.

Chapter Eleven

Taming The Amazon

“Who did you say sent you?” Ellen asked for the second time. She was getting a bit annoyed with the seemingly intractable nature of the tall, nearly Amazonian, blonde woman who sat in the chair before her. They were in Ellen’s somewhat Spartan, but well furnished and modern home office in her West Side apartment and the woman, who had insisted on an interview, was not being as forthcoming as Ellen wanted or expected.

“A very close mutual friend,” the blond, who said her name, was Ingrid Holloway, repeated with a bit of annoyance in her voice and manner. “I won’t violate their privacy by telling you anymore.”

“Well,” said Ellen, “I don’t know really what to say. You said your friend told you that I have an interest in erotic activities for mature adults and I certainly will not deny that. But as to how you might fit in to my personal life is, I think, a bit presumptuous. I pick my friends and those with whom I choose to engage in whatever legal activities I wish. Your coming in here, after insisting that we meet, is a bit like demanding a date.”

“I don’t want a date,” said the blonde, crossing and uncrossing her long, slim legs. “I was hoping that, without infringing on my friend’s privacy, we might find that we had mutual interests and might, for mutual benefit, pursue them.”

“How do you propose we do that?” Ellen asked, growing more and more irritated.

“Look, I don’t want to fence with you, verbally or otherwise. I want you and your people to kidnap me, spirit me to your place in the mountains and subject me to a variety of erotic experiences, which I am happy to pay for. Is that clear enough for you?”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Ellen, getting up from her executive chair and walking around to the front of her desk and leaning her hip against the edge while speaking directly to her uninvited guest.

“No. I mean it.”

“Not a chance,” said Ellen, turning and heading for the door. “I think this meeting is over. You can go now.”

The blonde didn’t move.

“What part of leave now don’t you understand,” Ellen said, returning to the desk and picking up the phone.

“Max,” she said into the handset. “I’d like you and Ted to come up here and show Miss Holloway out. She is leaving now. Thank you.” She hung up the phone.

“Just out of curiosity, are you in law enforcement?” Ellen asked.

“No. I’m no cop. Why would I be?”

“Because this smells of some sort of entrapment scam, that’s why,” Ellen said as she once again noted the woman’s remarkable figure. Her breasts were very large but in good proportion to her stature and struggling to climb out of the apparently minimum bra she wore. Her waist was incredibly tiny. The top three buttons on her extremely well fitted and starched shirt were open and showed more cleavage than even Ellen would have wanted to display.

“Okay. Okay,” Holloway said, getting up from her chair and moving towards the door, tugging down the hem of her short, tight mini skirt as she moved. “You have the wrong idea. I guess I came on too strong. If you’ll call off your security, I’ll sit back down and try to explain.”

“Why should I listen?” Ellen asked. “You come and ask me to commit a capital crime, kidnapping, and expect me to treat you with civility?”

“I don’t mean kidnapping in that sense. It would be with my permission, a strong hold harmless agreement and a signed release. I know you have done it before and the people you did it for are and were very happy with the whole thing. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find real, honest, clean people who are into the scene and will share with others?”

“What scene are you referring to? Kidnapping?”

“You know what I mean. I am…..well, I’m well off financially and I am into B&D, but I have truly exhausted all resources in finding anyone I can trust to help me engage in such activities. I have paid for it and I have shared with men and women for free, but it always crashed and often was dangerous. I don’t want any more close calls. Don’t you see…?” There was a polite knock on the office door and then Max and Ted Walker quietly entered the room.

“You want to come with us. Please!” Ted said, addressing Holloway.

“No, I don’t think so,” Holloway said, backing up towards the windows and moving with a catlike smoothness that caused both men to exchange glances of caution.

“Miss Holloway,” said Ellen. “Are you absolutely sure that I can’t convince you that you are making a mistake and leave peacefully? If not, these gentlemen will assist you and if they fail, the police will be here shortly. You will be charged with trespassing and promoting conspiracy to commit a capital crime. The charge will stick because this room is well bugged and the entire meeting has been recorded on video. Now please leave.”