CHAPTER 1
I want to state at the beginning that I hate the posture collar. The posture collar is
vile, it is evil, it is a whole of things a proper young lady would not utter in public.
Since I am not a proper young lady I would have said something, but the ball gag me
quiet.
The posture collar was only one item of my bondage.
The first thing she did was lace me into a single glove. This was not a regular single
glove, as if there is such a thing as a regular single glove. I mean, the one I wore
before was made of leather. This one was spandex, a bright red sparkly spandex that
wanted to pull my arms together as tightly as any leather strap. Mistress Elizabeth
pulled up on the tab of the zipper. As the edges became locked together, the constriction
of the material drew my elbows together.
“You certainly are limber,”
“I work out a lot.”
From the beginning of this case, I had spent an hour a day at the Sinfully Thin Spa.
With time on my hands lately, I increased the time I spent exercising to two hours a day.
The soreness I encountered at first no longer occurred. I was becoming quite limber.
The only problem I had in going to the spa was the need to buy a leotard to insure my
bottom was completely covered. I wanted no one to see where I had been spanked.
When Mistress Elizabeth had the zipper up above my elbows, she passed a strap from the
left side over my right shoulder and down under my arm. She did something to the single
glove; I assumed she was buckling the end of the strap to something. Taking me by the
shoulders, she spun me part way about so she could do the same to my left shoulder. With
that, she had the single glove on securely. She continued to pull the zipper up. She did
something to it – maybe she attached a padlock or something like that to keep it in
place.
The ball gag was next.
“Open up.”
The first thing I saw was the bright red rubber ball of a ball gag. I opened my mouth
wide so she could shove it in. Once she had my jaws spread apart, she raised the posture
collar toward my neck.
I caught only a glimpse of it as she placed it against my throat. The solid part of it
was red plastic band about two inches wide. This was attached to a piece of leather that
folded over the top and bottom, which kept the plastic from digging into my flesh.
She pushed it about my neck. Because of the circular construction of the plastic, when
she pushed it forward, it closed around my neck. She took me by the shoulders again to
turn me around so I faced away from her. She split my long blonde hair in half and tossed
it over each of my shoulders to give her unobstructed access to the back of my neck.
I felt her pull on something, as the collar grew tight about my neck. She then did
something to it to secure it there. I later discovered there was a strap at each end of
the plastic band, one with a buckle. She buckled the two straps together to hold the
posture collar about my neck.
That was when I discovered I could not move my head to either side because of the damned
posture collar. The collar was a circle but was not uniform. In front it must have been
four inches high while in back it was only two. With it on, I could only stare straight
ahead. I was thankful for that leather on the inside as it kept the plastic from digging
into my flesh.
She still had to secure the ball gag in my mouth. I saw why the two items were
connected together. There was no way I could open my mouth any wider to allow her to push
the rubber ball into my mouth. With the ball filling my mouth, I could not complain
either when the collar was in position.
Once again I felt Mistress Elizabeth’s hands on my shoulders, turning me a little to the
right. The gag was in my mouth, but it was not yet fastened about my head. She corrected
this by pulling on the ends of the strap that passed through the rubber ball. I felt the
strap slide through the hole as the ball settled deeper into my mouth. The fluctuating
pressure on the corners of my mouth told me she was fastening the end of the strap to a
buckle on the posture collar.
So there I was, helplessly bound and gagged, without the ability to turn my head.
You might think: What else can she do to me?
That was what I was thinking, as she put her hands on my shoulders and turned me about
so I faced her.
She pulled a leather harness over my head. As she raised it, I saw a pair of black
squares attached to the straps but did not know what they were for until she had fastened
the harness on me.
When she pulled it down over my head, I saw one square on the right and another on the
left. They were blinders, like those on a horse, and they kept me from seeing to the
right or left sides, limiting my vision to the area immediately before me. Mistress
Elizabeth was not done.
She pulled a strap from the harness down across my forehead, stopping at my eyebrows.
The strap was wide, and it stuck down to cover the top of my eyes. Mistress Elizabeth
made an adjustment here and there as she slowly turned me around. When I had made a
complete circuit, she determined she had it on properly.
The strap above my eyes kept me from looking straight ahead. The blinders kept me from
looking to the right or the left. The posture collar kept me from altering the position
of my head.
All I could do was stare at the floor before me.
I saw her hands at my throat. When she took them away, I saw she had fastened a leash
to the collar. I later learned there was a large D-ring mounted to the front of the
collar.
She tugged on it.
“Follow me.”
When she pulled on the leash, I had no choice in the matter. She walked at a fair pace,
but I discovered I could keep up easily. I could only see my feet, but that did not
present an obstacle for walking. I could barely make out the back of her heels and lower
calves as she led me through the building. I had been here only once before, and I
thought I knew my way about. I soon discovered it did not take me long to become lost. I
knew we were still inside the building, but I had no idea where we were.
“Stop.”
From the sounds, I knew Mistress Elizabeth was locking her end of the leash to
something. I tried to tilt my head back to see if there was a wall before me, but the
only thing I accomplished was having the posture collar dig into the back of my neck.
Without telling me what was going on, she walked away. She moved to my right – I could
tell that by the sound of her footsteps. She stopped walking after a few seconds, then
she started again, this time moving toward me. The blinder on the right kept me from
seeing her as she moved around behind me.
“Move your legs apart.”
I did as she ordered.
“A little further.”
I felt her fasten something to my right ankle. She slapped me on the left calf.
“A couple more inches.”
I shifted the toe of my left shoe a half-inch to the right. Switching my weight to the
toe, I swung the heel in that direction. I moved my weight back to the heel. I followed
that method to move my feet further apart.
“That’s it.”
She attached something sturdy to my left ankle. From the feel of it, I guessed she had
fastened a leather cuff about each leg. Because I could not bring my legs together, I
knew she had fastened a spreader bar between my ankles.
“We have another model in the queue ahead of you. As soon as we are done with her, it
will be your turn.”
With that she turned and walked off.
The posture collar kept me from turning my head. The spreader bar kept me from moving
my body. All I could do was stand there until they were ready for me.
This is the life of a bondage slave.
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