Natasha was out of control and her poor mother was at the end of her tether. Even
though the girl was just eighteen she was now an adult and could call her own “shots”.
Marsha had lost control and could not make her beautiful daughter listen to the dangers
she was toying with. She was so worried she could not sleep.
Marsha was a divorced mother whose husband had run off with another woman when
their daughter was twelve. Since then the girl had gradually become more and more
defiant. With her mother working full time to make ends meet the girl had far too much
time on her own and there seemed little Marsha could do to stem the tide of disobedience.
Earlier this Saturday morning Natasha had again come home drunk, or high on
something, swore at her worried mother and was now sleeping it off.
Marsha related her problems to two good friends when they visited from across the
street for morning coffee. They had seen her eyes red from crying and convinced her to
open up. Jane and Karen were both widows in their early forties. They and their husbands
had been friends for years and when the two men were involved in an accident, both having
drowned while out fishing two years ago, the widows had leaned on each other for support.
The leaning became something more and they both soon realized that, with the men
gone, they only had each other. That led to a drunken evening when latent lesbian
feelings surfaced and the two melded becoming loving partners. They had sold Jane’s home
and moved into Karen’s across the street from Marsha.
***
To the world they were two widows just consolidating their assets and consoling
each other. In fact they were so well off from the insurance settlements that neither had
to work and they gave absolutely no public indication of what activities went on behind
their closed doors.
Both were attractive having looked after themselves, one blonde, the other a
redhead. Neither was butch and they had hiding that they were lesbians down to a fine
art. Exploring their innermost feelings over the last couple of years they had also found
a common interest in B/D and that both loved the feel of leather and other fetish
materials.
The leather presented no problems because it was fashionable and could be worn in
public practically year round without drawing undue attention. Satisfying their bondage
and domination desires was a harder problem since, ideally, one of them would have been a
Domme and the other a sub but that was not the case. Both were Domme and neither was
willing to switch.
Back home after consoling Marsha they were having lunch when simultaneously they
both looked up and said “What if…?” By late that afternoon their plan to help Marsha was
taking shape. The fact that it would also solve their lack of a sub was a bonus neither
missed.
Karen’s husband had been in the recording business and in the basement had built a
20’ x 15’ studio. Since his death the equipment had all been sold or given to his
colleagues but the soundproofing remained. Over the next few weeks the two plotters
bought readily available everyday items to transform the studio into a home for the soon
to arrive new houseguest.
Jane flew to Chicago and spent a substantial amount of cash in several “specialty”
stores without even getting a raised eyebrow from the sales people about some of her
requests. One of them however, an attractive young lady with a name badge that just read
“Kat”, seemed to almost anticipate Jane’s requirements and made some very useful
suggestions even offering to demonstrate the correct use of her purchases.
During the same period Karen, using knowledge gained when she had worked in a bank
before her husband’s death, opened an account in the next town and deposited a substantial
amount in an assumed name. They used this account to go online and pay for several harder
to get exotic items having them delivered to a P.O. Box under the same name.
Once they were ready, and being directly across the street from Marsha’s house,
they set up a schedule to watch and record Natasha’s comings and goings. At the same time
they frequently visited Marsha reinforcing their friendship and support while keeping
their eyes open.
When the girl had been out on the town she usually arrived home in the early hours
either dropped off by someone she had spent the evening with or by taxi. Nine times out
of ten she was drunk or high on something.
Karen and Jane were ready and just waiting for the ideal situation to occur so they
could act. Then it all came together at 2:30 a.m. on a Wednesday morning when Marsha was
away on a two-day conference for her work. Karen was dozing on the couch with Jane on
watch when a car pulled up outside their house and Natasha climbed out and staggered to a
street sign. As the car sped away she leaned over and threw up. Jane woke Karen and two
women moved very quickly until in no time Jane was holding the sick girl’s forehead with
one hand and had her other arm around Natasha’s waist comforting her while at the same
time leading her towards their side door.
Not realizing what was going on Natasha allowed herself to be led through the door
and put up no resistance as Karen gently pulled her arms behind her back and locked
handcuffs on her wrists. That seemed to wake her somewhat and she turned to mumble
something only to have a large ball gag shoved in her mouth and strapped behind her head.
Since her stomach was now empty the two kidnappers were not worried about her
choking and they dragged her down the stairs into the basement studio, pushed her down on
a plastic covered bed and tied her ankles to the metal foot rail. While Karen watched to
make sure the drunken girl came to no harm and looked through her shoulder bag for house
keys, Jane went outside and used the garden hose to wash away the signs of her
homecoming.
Making sure the girl was both secure and not going to be ill again they both went
across the street and unlocked the side door of Marsha’s house. Then they proceeded to
clear out all of Natasha’s clothes and personal possessions quietly transferring them
across to their basement.
They were woken up at 8 a.m. by a phone call from Marsha telling them that her
daughter was not answering the phone and had probably not come home and would they keep an
eye open for her and call Marsha if they saw her. They were only too pleased to assure
their friend that they would help.
While Jane checked on the now sleeping captive Karen went online and used her
expertise to bounce a message from an untraceable carrier to Marsha’s home computer
purporting to be from Natasha. In it she told her Mother she was sick of the fighting and
had decided to move away for a few weeks and live with a friend she had been seeing. The
E-mail was signed “Nati” which was Marsha’s pet name for her daughter; yet another means
of reinforcing the fact that the message did indeed come from her.
Karen and Jane spent the morning getting intimately acquainted with their new
guest. They first removed the gag and fed her a couple of aspirin with a glass of water
then packed the gag back in her mouth before they spread-eagled the now naked girl on the
bed with very effective hospital restraints before measuring every inch of her body.
Jane was a registered nurse and put her skills to work with a full medical
examination discovering that Natasha was in basically good health but, while far from a
virgin, she was not pregnant and had not picked up any communicable diseases from her
nights out.
Jane also clipped and shaped the bush around the girl’s vagina. They talked back
and forth, over the increasingly frantic struggles of their captive, making sure she heard
them discussing how upset and hurt her mother was and how Natasha had forfeited her
freedom by being so unmanageable.
They were now going to take over her “management” permanently and to give her an
idea of what life with them would be like they would be back down after lunch to give her
a very uncomfortable initiation to their care.
True to their word, and containing their enthusiasm that was finally to get an
outlet, after spending couple of hours helping each other dress they re-appeared wearing
outfits that made Natasha’s eyes bulge.
As the two stood side by side in the wide doorway of the studio the plumes of hair
standing straight up from the top of their heads nearly brushed the doorframe. On the
left Jane was vision of gleaming black leather.
Her blonde tresses were held by a 3” laced black leather sleeve that extending
upward from the leather helmet. The helmet itself was quite stunning. It fit like a glove
having first been laced down the back and then a covered zipper pulled down to make the
join smooth and seamless. A wide slash over the mouth created a spooky, menacing
look, but allowed her scarlet lips to show through and her mouth enough movement for
talking. There were two gold encircled holes under the nostrils for additional
breathing.
The eyeholes were cut just large enough to show Jane`s eyes, her extra long
eyelashes and the deep blue eyelid makeup accented with glittering gold sparkles. Jane`s
entire head looked like it was dipped in some sort of liquid leather because the helmet
fit so perfectly.
She had on a crotchless leather cat suit and tightly laced leather opera length
gloves. Natasha stared wide-eyed at the long leather thigh high boots, with 5” inch
heels; they laced up almost to Jane’s crotch! There was also a very tight leather
corset with two thin straps running down each side of her vagina and back between her
legs; it held the corset hem firmly in place, among the other things it did for her! The
strap disappeared between her legs and came up behind splitting her ass cheeks then ending
in a "Y" buckled tightly to the corset above each hip.
The corset caused Jane`s hips and behind to flare out in an exaggerated way and her
breasts to seem to explode over the top. Her cat suit laced down the front, but a 3”
opening showed the cleavage of her ample breasts. The laces cut into the flesh, causing
the soft flesh to ooze out through the tight laces in dozens of tiny triangles.
***
Her neck was encased in a wide leather collar that covered the seam from the helmet
zipper and also the top of the laces for the cat suit. Only her deep blue eyes, her
blonde hair and a peek of the compressed breasts let Natasha know who was inside in the
gleaming black leather outfit.
Next to her in the doorway stood Karen wearing an identical outfit with just one
major difference – she was head to toe in glistening white wet look patent leather. The
lovers moved purposefully towards Natasha, their scarlet lips smiling against the leather
of their helmets and their hands full of ominous looking equipment.
They wasted no time with pleasantries and in very short order the gagged girl was
hauled off the bed, easily being handled by the two women, and pulled over to a waist
high metal bar. A plastic tie locked her wrists behind her back and Karen used two more
ties to attach her ankles to the uprights holding the bar.
Jane put a collar around the girl’s neck and pulled the attached leash down to a
ring in the floor so that Natasha was held bent over the bar with her legs spread wide and
her upper torso horizontal to the floor.
“Well now Natasha,” said Jane “there is a story about an old man and his mule.
Every morning the man hits the mule on the head with a 2 x 4 and when asked why he says
that’s just to get his attention. The first thing we intend to do is get your attention
but using these instead.” She and Karen waved 3” wide and 2’ long leather strops under
the girl’s nose and then, taking positions on either side of her, proceeded to administer
twelve strokes each to the presented ass cheeks.
Karen pulled the gag from the sobbing victim’s mouth and told her that while in
this room she would sometimes be gagged only because, while it was soundproof, they felt
like it. Any time she was outside the room a gag would be mandatory. Since this was her
first day they would leave the gag out for a little while.
Jane wheeled over a stand and without ceremony shoved the greased nozzle of the
enema tube deeply inside the girl’s puckered rosebud. Releasing the valve to allow the
fluid to flow they waited as the bag emptied passing the time by spreading a thick layer
of hair remover on the girls limbs.
Fifteen minutes later they disconnected the hose from the plug and moved her to the
adjoining bathroom and toilet to empty her bowels then it was in to the shower. There was
a cryptic comment from Karen when some soap found its way in Natasha’s mouth that, after
the things she had said to her mother, it was obviously deserved.
The women worked as a team and stayed out of the spray as they washed the sobbing
neighbour. Jane peeled back the girl’s lips and gave her teeth a scrub. Her wrists still
held behind her with plastic ties, Natasha was dried off and then dragged back inside the
studio again for an introduction to some of the bondage equipment they had accumulated
just for her.
The pleading turned to swearing and the ball gag was re-installed for peace and
quiet while they worked.
Tight leather gloves laced to above the biceps and then her fingers were folded
into tight fists and another layer of leather in the form of lace on mittens took any
movement from Natasha’s hands. Working as a team they bent her arms at the elbow and
strapped the wrists to the upper arm before adding yet another layer of leather with
pouches laced from elbow to armpit.
Moving down to her legs the pair soon were lacing thigh high black leather ballet
boots on the stricken girl. These took quite some time and they sadistically made it
known that once they were on they would stay in place for a few days.
The heavily boned corset covered most of her upper torso and took both of them,
using all their strength, to install. By the time they were finished Natasha’s waist was
down from its original 25” to a waspwaisted 21”. Her breasts jutted out through the upper
portion of the corset and built in straps were tightened around the base of each one.
A wide leather belt was cinched around her waist and, for contrast against the
black leather; they used white cord to connect the rings at the point of each elbow to the
belt in the small of her back.
Bending her legs at the knee they used more of the white cord to lock her ankles to
her thighs. They made sure that the lower part of the legs and the stringently pointed
feet were on the outside of the thighs as much as possible.
Picking up the helpless girl they carried her over to a waist high table. On the
table was a thick rectangular board about 2’ wide by 3’ long. One of the sides had a deep
V cut in to it and the board was padded with quilted leather. There were several large
eyehooks fitted around the edges and, strangely, underneath at each corner was a much
larger ring jutting downwards.
At the point of the V stood a very large and very sinister looking butt plug that
had been carefully greased with KY. Holding her bound legs wide apart the two
leather-clad tormenters slowly lowered Natasha on to the plug.
To the petrified girl the plug looked enormous but Jane’s nursing skills had taken
in to account the measurements they made earlier and while uncomfortable, very
uncomfortable, the plug would just fit snugly without problems. They pushed down on
Natasha’s upper legs until she settled on the rubber flange of the plug that had been
coated with rubber cement forming an effective seal around her asshole.
Using white cord again they fed it through the eyehooks, across her legs, and even
from the toes of the heel-less ballet boots and the rings at the knees, to secure her,
legs spread wide apart, immovable on the padded surface.
Pulling out the ball gag they packed Natasha’s mouth with a hard rubber
jaw-stretching substitute and taped her lips closed over it. Karen gathered the long
black hair and worked it into a single braid. While she did that Jane pushed in a pair of
hollow nostril inserts tightening small setscrews to hold them in place.
Now they both took great delight in fitting the black leather discipline helmet and
lacing it as tightly as possible down the back of Natasha’s head until it fitted to each
feature of her face like an undersized kid glove with holes just for the eyes and under
the nose. A strap across her mouth was pulled equally tight and the braid connected with
cord to the back of the belt.
More white cord through a ring in the middle of the gag strap where it crossed her
chin was pulled tightly down to another between her bulging breasts and her head was held
immobile, facing forwards, by the bonds front and back. Just to add insult to injury they
added a wide, stiff neck corset and, in turn, laced that just to the point where it almost
interfered with her already laboured breathing.
All this had taken time and they left the object of their attention for a while to
enjoy a cocktail and some food; they felt that Natasha could survive until the morning
before they fed her.
Returning to the studio they each took a handful of bulging breast in their leather
covered fingers and coaxed the nipples to stand erect and available to receive a heavy
gold clamp. Jane moved her hand down to manipulate the nub at the top of Natasha’s vagina
and, as it presented itself, Karen was ready with another clamp.
That being installed brought forth a barely heard groan from its recipient. Thin
gold chain connected the three clamps and a couple of weights on the nipple rings made any
slight movement of Natasha’s body, such as breathing, irritating to say the least.
There was one last opening just begging for attention and the two Dommes had
deliberately left it for last. The massive dildo fit just perfectly but took quite some
time to get properly installed before one last length of the white cord ran from the
corset, across the base of the dildo and was pushed through until it could be yanked tight
to the elbow ring.
By now it was late evening and the two ladies pushed 4’ long poles through the
rings on the underside of the board then, with Jane at the front and Karen at the back,
lifted their packaged new toy like an Egyptian princess on her palanquin and carried her
upstairs to their bedroom.
Setting the board down on a pedestal at the foot of their bed they removed the
poles and gently helped each other remove their helmets and crotch straps. They pulled
softly padded covers over their boots to protect the glove leather sheets and settled
themselves on the bed.
Karen turned out all the lights with a bedside switch except for a ceiling
spotlight that shone down on Natasha’s immobile leather bound form then she turned to her
partner, opened her arms, and smiled!
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