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Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60

Chapter 55

After about 20 minutes, I looked over at the clock and it said that it was only 8:30 p.m. and I still had three bondage positions to go. I laid on the bed thinking of the next scene that was outlined on the sheet I had given to Miko. It was one of Jennifer’s favorites, the straightjacket and hood. The thought of all that leather got me going again and making me very wet.

I got up from the bed and walked over to snack on some cheese and sip some water. I must have lost some my shyness, as I didn’t even put the kimono on this time. I stayed nude until the next scene. This didn’t seem to faze Miko at all.

I discussed with Miko that last scene and my thoughts. I told her that near the end when I couldn’t see her and I was getting tired, I was starting to worry that she had left and was leaving me to hang. I smiled. Miko assured me that she would never do that and was watching me from the other side of the room wondering what was going through my mind. It’s funny what goes through a person’s mind when in that position. I half laughed and told her that maybe I’d let her try a position or two. Miko nodded and just smiled behind those beautiful brown eyes. I’ll just tie and be a photographer she told me, for now.

Miko picked up my list and we discussed the next scene. This one was not that stringent but was mostly an isolation type bondage. It also served to surround me in leather, a thought that sent a shiver down my naked spine.

I downed my last bit of water and walked over to where my clothes were. I picked up my thigh-high boots, sat on the bed and pulled them on. The leather felt very tight and natural as I pulled them up to my crotch. The six inch heels made walking more difficult but I had many years to practice. The straightjacket was next. One of my favorite toys.

Chapter 56

I picked up the black leather straightjacket as Miko walked over to me. I unbuckled the straps and opened the collar. The smell of leather was superb. The aroma of the leather was also combined with a slightly musty smell reminding me of its previous use. Miko examined the jacket closely. While she did that, I picked up two little plugs that I was going to wear while in the jacket. I quickly lubricated the plugs and inserted them. Miko watched in fascination. This time I didn’t even blush. I was very comfortable with Miko being there.

Miko walked up to me and held the straightjacket open. I slipped my arms into the long leather sleeves. Miko pulled the jacket over my shoulders and closed the jacket and began to buckle the five thick straps across the back. The straps had roller buckles and made tightening each very easy. Miko made sure the straps were tight and as each buckle was pulled, the straightjacket began to mold to my body. When she had finished the back straps, the small half inch collar was next and this closed the top of the jacket snugly, but comfortably, around my neck. This prevented me from pulling the jacket down. Finally Miko reached between my legs and pulled the crotch strap back and up and buckled it its retainer and keeper in back. She pulled this one tight, forcing the plugs deeper into their wet cavities. I sighed. This jacket was starting to bring back many great times that Jennifer and I had over the last few years. I stared out the window at the setting moon. . .

Chapter 57

I can remember when it first arrived. It had taken about six weeks once I ordered it. When I opened the box, the thick smell of leather filled my nostrils. I picked it up and opened the back, admiring all the buckles and especially the craftsmanship. I put my arms in the sleeves and tried to imagine how I would feel tightly buckled in the leather. I called Jennifer right away and she came over when she was done with work a few hours later. It was a long wait. I even had to handcuff myself a few times just to keep me from playing with the jacket, and myself for that matter.

When she arrived, I showed her jacket and with a gleam in her eye she told me to strip completely and hold my arms out. I quickly complied with her wishes since I was only wearing a pair of panties and bra. In a few minutes, I was strapped tightly in the jacket, it was wonderful. Jennifer picked up another short strap from my box of restraints and quickly crossed and secured my ankles. I was now her prisoner and loving it.

Jennifer picked up a roll of grey duct tape and tore off a long strip. She picked up my moist panties and told me to open up. I smiled, licked my lips and opened wide. She proceeded to stuff the panties into my mouth then place the long strip of tape over my lips. I was now gagged. I could have worked the tape off if I wanted but I didn’t, the gag was more for show than anything else. Of course it was quite an evening. I think I spent about four hours that night in the jacket. Jennifer even served me supper while bound. Finally she let me go, kissed me goodnight and went home. It was a super night.

After that night, we used the jacket in many of our bondage games. Most of the time it was used when we wanted to do overnight bondage or for longer times in confinement. I have worn the jacket to drive-in movies, long drives along the coast, and I have even worn it while horse back riding. Dressed in nothing but riding boots and straightjacket with plugs inserted can make for a very interesting and exciting ride. Jennifer has even got to wear the jacket several times and yes, even while horseback riding, except I added a blindfold and had her sit backwards on the horse. That was some day. . . Miko lightly tapped me on the shoulder and softly asked me what I thinking about. I smiled and related the horseback riding scene with Jennifer. Miko just smiled and slowly shook her head.

Chapter 58

When Miko had finished pulling the crotch strap tight, I was standing with my arms at my side encased in the black leather sleeves. The sleeves were about eight inches longer than my fingertips. Attached near the end of the sleeves was a wrist strap. This was another special modification I had installed when I custom-ordered the jacket. These wrists straps were buckled about the wrists over the leather sleeves. The wrist straps prevented me from slipping my wrists and arms back through the sleeves, not that it was possible anyway when the back was buckled shut but it just added to the secured feeling. In addition, with the leather sleeves firmly strapped against my wrists, better leverage is obtained when the sleeves are buckled tightly behind me or in front of me.

Miko walked around in front of me ready to continue. I lifted my arms and she tightly buckled the wrist straps, thus forming kind of a mitten. The sleeves ended in long thick leather straps about three feet in length. I crossed my arms across my chest, below my breasts, tightly hugging myself, and Miko brought the left strap behind me and buckled it to its keeper on the left side of the jacket in back. She did the same for the right. She then slowly begin to tighten each strap until all slack was removed. It was like a warm snug embrace. I tried to move around in the jacket but there was very little room. A very secure feeling added to that warming effect between my legs.

The keepers attached in the back were on swivels and allowed the arms to be buckled in front as in a normal straightjacket restraint or across with are arms crossing in the back. This too was a very secure position but not as comfortable. It did allow for great access to the special zippers that were strategically place over the nipples.

Miko walked over and picked up a set of metal police ankle cuffs with a twelve-inch chain separating the cuffs. She knelt at my booted feet and locked a cuff around each ankle. I was very effectively hobbled, what with the chain and the six inch heels of the boots. Now for the gag and hood.

Miko smiled and asked if I had followed Jennifer’s instructions to the letter. I smiled back and nodded. She asked where was the small plastic bag that contained my gag filling. I laughed and told her that it was located in the side pocket of the clothes bag. Miko searched for a few seconds and found it. She held up the clear plastic bag and look at the panties. She laughed too. Inside the bag was a pair of my black nylon panties that I had been directed to wear all day Friday at work. It was one of those subtle instructions that Miko mentioned before she hung up on Thursday, the chastity belt also. In fact, I hadn’t removed them, until I arrived at the hotel this Saturday afternoon.

Miko removed them from the bag. They were still damp and my sex could be smelled across the room. Remember, I was very excited after I had talked to Miko that first night. Excited and wet. I also wore them under the tight chastity belt last night when I was typing out the details to all these bondage scenes. Yes, these were going to make a great gag.

Miko also picked up a role of half inch wide black electrician’s tape, my leather discipline hood, a roll of wide grey duct tape, and my set of sponge rubber ear plugs. She smiled as she walked back to where I was standing.

I sat on the bed and Miko torn off a piece the electrician’s tape about ten inches long. She had me open my mouth wide and she then formed a loop in the tape and placed the loop in my mouth. She then stuck the two ends of the tape to both sides of my cheeks. Miko then removed the moist panties from the bag and then slowly stuffed them into my mouth. She made sure to turn them crotch side out and insert the moist crotch first. The loop in the tape served to prevent the panties from being stuffed too far into the mouth causing me to gag or choke under the hood. When all of the panties were in, Miko tore off a long piece of duct tape and applied it across my lips, holding the panties in. She tore off another piece and taped this one under my chin and up the sides of my face. This served to force me to bite down on the gag. I tried to push the panties out with my tongue. No luck.

Miko climbed up on the bed next to me and carefully inserted the ear plugs. The sound in the room was now muffled. She then proceeded to pull the hood over my head, smoothing the leather across my face. She pulled carefully until the hood was in place and she had carefully lined up the oversize breathing holes over my nostrils. This hood had no openings for the eyes or the mouth, only the smaller ones for ease of breathing. When she was sure I was breathing normally, she then begin to lace the hood closed. She drew out all the slack from the hood. It became like a second skin. I couldn’t hear anything at all now because of the ear plugs and the thickness of the leather hood. Miko tapped me on the shoulder twice. That was our signal to see if I were all right. I nodded, I was. When she finished lacing the hood shut, she tied the laces in a large bow at the base of the neck. She then pulled the two-inch collar that was attached to the front of the hood around my head and buckled it shut. She then fed a small lock through the keeper thus preventing the hood from being removed. The laces were locked under the collar. Cutting was the only way possible to get the hood off without the key. The bondage for this scene was complete. I sighed. I loved this feeling.

Chapter 59

There was no light, and little sound. The aroma of the leather was overpowering. I loved it. The taste of the panties was familiar, mine, of course, but I did miss the taste of Jennifer’s. She often used her panties as a gag, when she didn’t want to use the ball gag. Unfortunately Jennifer didn’t leave any of her wet panties to use this time. I wondered if Miko would lend me hers? Oh well, too late.

Combined with the tight embracing bondage of the straitjacket and the high boots, the feeling of restraint was almost complete. Usually Jennifer also binds my legs and ankles in several places, but for this scene I wanted to be a little more mobile, at least for the start.

Miko guided me over to the center of the room and left me there. I slowly moved in a circle trying to see where she had gone. All sound was muffled. She must have been off to the side with the camera. Occasionally she would touch my arm and position me in a certain way to enhance the appearance of my bondage and helplessness.

Finally I felt her hook a chain on the large D-ring attached to the leather collar on front on my hood. She pulled gently forcing me to follow. I walked carefully in the high-heeled boots and hobble chains. She must have walked me over to the wall and hooked the chain to the wall. When I tried to move, I couldn’t and I found that I was restricted to only a few inches in any direction with the wall being in front of me. More photos I guess were taken. Again, I was left by myself. Just me, the leather, and the two plugs strapped deeply in their wet, warm, hiding places. Now I had wished that I had chose to use the vibrating plugs. At least I would have added some additional stimulation to this scene. I did this scene because I did like the isolation and I knew that Jennifer like the straitjacket. Oh well, maybe next time.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably five to ten minutes, I felt Miko unhook the chain from the wall and pull me along to my next position. Being in the hood didn’t allow me much input to any of these positions. I had to rely on Miko’s artistic eye. I only specified the jacket and hood, I left the positions up to Miko.

Miko must have lead me back to the center of the room. She then gently pushed my upper body forward as if she wanted me to bend over. I did. It felt like I was leaning over something and it felt like the back of a chair. I felt the chain attach to my collar go taught. When I tried to straighten up, I couldn’t. I was stuck. I felt Miko attached a lock to my short hobble chain and lock the chain to the leg of the chair. I wasn’t going anyway without the chair going with me.

This position left me open and my ass free and I’m sure Jennifer would have used it to her advantage. With the hood on, combined with the ear plugs, most of the sensory input was from smell and feel. The leather smell was strong and I could feel the cool air blowing on my naked upper thighs just above the boots. In fact, the only skin showing was a small section just above the boots, below the straitjacket and of course the checks of my ass. Suddenly I felt a swat on the ass. I jerked in surprise. Then another. This wasn’t in the letter. It stopped with three. The swats didn’t hurt too much but were more of a surprise. Obviously, Jennifer had given Miko additional instructions that I didn’t know about. Pay backs would be hell to say the least. I was again left alone to struggle in my bondage. I presumed that Miko was taking more photos and lots of video tape of this particular scene for Jennifer.

After a while I felt Miko unlocking the hobble chain from the chair. She then unhooked the leash from the chair that was holding me bent over. I stood while she removed the chair out of the way. She gently helped me to the floor. As I sat down, the butt plug was pushed deeper in its hole. I moaned, but was sure Miko didn’t hear it, panties, tape and a tight leather hood does wonders for noise. She patted my hooded head twice. Yes, I nodded, I was doing OK.

Miko gently pulled my booted legs up to the bent position with my knees spread wide. The cool air blasted on my wet inner thighs. I felt her pull the leash that was still attached to my collar and clip it to my hobble chain thus forcing me into a ball, a ball of black leather. She then got up and walked way. More photos I guess followed.

After a few minutes, I started to rock back and forth and suddenly fell over to my side. I couldn’t move at all, and Miko didn’t come to my recuse. She must have filmed the whole thing. I could see Jennifer now, laughing at my predicament. Still, she wasn’t there to pick me up. I tried to move around but only managed to turn over on my back. I rested as my breath was restricted due to the hood and I tried to relax. I must have been some sight. A ball of black leather trying to roll on the floor. Finally, I felt Miko unhook the leash from my hobble chain, thus allowing my to straighten out my boots legs. I felt her unlock the ankle cuffs and remove them. She helped me to then stand.

She walked around behind me and unlocked the small lock on the back of the hood. Once the collar was free, she untied the laces and loosen them. She carefully pulled the hood off. I squinted in the bright lights. I was soaking wet from sweat. She removed the ear plugs and then pulled the duct tape off my lips and chin. She then slowly pulled out the wet panties. I had definitely got my fun out of those. The black loop of tape was last. I breathed deeply. Next to having my mouth stuffed with wet panties and tightly taped shut, the feeling of relief I get when they get removed is almost as good.

Miko then finished unbuckling the straitjacket, releasing the wrist straps, then unbuckling the crotch strap. The plug in my pussy slipped out due the wetness. Both Miko and I laughed. Miko held the straitjacket open and allowed me to remove my arms. I reached under my crotch and carefully removed the butt plug. It too was dropped to the floor. I would clean up the mess in a minute. I needed a shower and to use the bathroom now! The wine was going right though me. Having to pee and being in bondage can really make the time go by very slowly. I picked up the plugs and headed to the shower. I told Miko I’d be back in a few minutes. Miko said sure, take my time but don’t forget to take my boots off. I almost forget. I laughed and sat on the bar stool and removed the boots. Miko just smiled, lit a cigarette and sat on the couch. I watched as she pulled her booted legs under her. I then turned and disappeared into the bathroom to a much needed shower. Two more scenes to go I thought with the strappado being next on the list. Being restrained with the single glove was also one of my favorite pastimes. I could hardly wait.

Chapter 60

Once I finished with the shower, I returned to the living room. Miko was still sitting on the couch, but next to her was my black single glove, my 18″ spreader bar, and my ball gag. It seems that she had already looked ahead to the next scene and got the restraints ready. She was admiring the single glove and its construction. Yes, it was very secure, I told her.

I walked over to the clothes bag and pulled out a pair of black seamed stockings, black garter belt, and a pair of black g-string panties. I also picked up my black patent opera pumps. These had six-inch stiletto heels and made standing and walking a challenge. They were great foot bondage devices which was exactly why I choose to wear them. Hobbled in very high heels is almost at good at tying the ankles tightly together.

I returned to the end of the couch next to Miko and set my stuff down. I hooked the garter belt around my waist, straightening the garters as I went. I sat down and carefully pulled the stockings on ensuring the seams were straight and down the middle of the back of my legs. I attached the stockings to the four garters, two for each leg. Miko watched patiently, sipping on her wine, then got up and went to the bathroom. I then slipped on the pumps, followed by the panties. Miko quickly returned and sat down next to me and we went over the next scene again.

When that was finished I watched as Miko went over and started moving the small step ladder back to the middle of the room. She picked up a long rope, stepped up on the ladder and threaded it through the hook in the ceiling. I smiled. I knew what that was for.

Miko came over and we again discussed a few more of the details. I did ask her about the three swats on the ass I received during my last bondage position. I was right. Jennifer had left word to make it “fun.” I was beginning to wonder what else Jennifer had planned for Miko to try that night.

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