1 - The Flight

She looked a little odd on that warm summer day, dressed in full-length, long sleeved high neck shirt, and thick leather jeans. She was standing in line, at the airport security check-up station, awaiting to put her luggage through the X-ray scanner, and herself through the metal detector.

She was red and obviously sweating, like most of the other passengers waiting. On the P.A. system, they keep apologising for the broken down air conditioning unit, which rendered that part of the airport unbearably hot.

She wiped her sweat-dripping forehead one more time with the sleeve of her shirt as she made two little forward steps, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Well, standing in line for so long wasn't planned when she decided to wear one of her highest high heel booties. They were fashionable but... just not the right choice. She was just eager to get on the plane, sit and blow fresh air on her face. And she was getting late.

Maybe that whole idea was a mistake. It had been one mishap after the other, from the time she left home to now. First of all, her Uber drive was late. Way late. She rushed to put the boots she originally decided to wear, the ones with only a 6cm heel, only to have the heel break. She rushed. The only other pair next to the door was those, with a 12cm heel. Since she would be seating most of the trip, she figured that it couldn't be that bad.

Then there was that traffic jam putting her even more late for her flight. She was running through the airport when one of the wheel of her suitcase fell off. Now, she had to carry it! Only one more step before getting to her gate: the TSA check. The air conditioning was not functioning and there was apparently a lack of personnel, making the lines longer.

Finally, it was her turn. She took off her booties, put them along with her purse and her suitcase, on the belt and walked through the body scanner. It didn't beeped and she seemed to relax, which caught the attention of the female TSA agent holding a handheld scanner, on the other side of the body scanner. She looked at the male operator of the X-Ray machine, awaiting his okay. Karen was still sweating heavily.

MonsterP63/Karen - Forbidden Devices/1

"Can I ask you a personal question?" asked the female agent.

"Uh... Yes?" said Karen, wiping more sweat from her front.

"What brand of antiperspirant are you using?"

"W... What?" asked Karen, stunned, "my... antiperspirant? Why?"

"Well, you're sweating like a pig, water is running down on the side of your head, yet, your clothes are dry, even in the armpits, contrary to all the voyagers and ourselves," she said, showing her armpits. "So... What?" she said as the man operating the X-Ray gestured her to come closer.

"Wait here," she firmly said while Karen put her booties back on.

The woman looked at the scanned content of the suitcase and frowned, getting closer to the screen, stopping the belt, making it go backward, then forward again, while looking at Karen with a raised eyebrow.

The TSA agent took the suitcase from the belt and gestured Karen to follow her.

"Please come with me," she coldly said, giving barely enough time for Karen to gather her purse and all her belongings.

Karen let out a sigh and a very faint, yet audible "fuck".

They entered a small investigation room. The TSA agent put the suitcase on the table.

"Please, open it," she demanded.

Karen quickly took her purse, fetched the key and opened the suitcase which was filled to the brim with clothes.

Wearing nitrile gloves, the TSA agent carefully moved the clothes around, revealing, other than the standard cotton ones, some shiny spandex items, some other carefully folded into clear plastic envelopes, until she finally reached what she was looking for. She grabbed the items, two actually, and hold them in the air for Karen to see.

"Those are impressive toys," she said, looking at the large and long steel dildos, accidentally (yeah, right), turning one on, making it vibrate before quickly turning them off. "But they are not allowed in the cabin luggage as they can be used as... weapons," she said, mimicking a person using it to hit someone or something. "They have to be put into your checked luggage."

"Oh but... I... I don't have any. I'm going to the beach for one month. I will not be wearing a lot of heavy clothes," stuttered Karen.

The TSA agent raised her eyebrows. She picked one of the spandex item and unfolded it, revealing a bright blue full zentai catsuit, complete with feet, gloves and hood. She then took one of the plastic envelope where a latex garment could be seen and simply smiled at Karen.

"Yes, light clothes. It looks like you're going to miss those two and..." she said, going deeper into the suitcase, "ah, yes, I thought I had seen it... and this." she said, pulling out a steel chastity belt that was entangled within the clothes.

"Ha, ha, well... yeah... I mean... you can't never be to secure when going to one of those resorts, ha, ha." said Karen, blushing.

"I won't get out the cuffs, but I know they're there."

"Hum... okay... so, what you're telling me is that you're confiscating these?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Do you have any idea of how much those are worth?" asked Karen, shocked.

"I have an idea that they are not cheap. You should have thought about that before packing them."

"But I travelled with them before and there was never an issue."

"Rules changed, or you encountered a lazy agent. These are no-go."

"But... but..."

"I'm sorry. And also, would you mind taking of your shirt off for me, please? Something seems odd and I just want to check. No need to fully take it off, just pull it up so I can see your mid body."

Hands shaking, a look of defeat or humiliation on her face, Karen slowly grabbed the base of her shirt and pulled it up, over her leather jeans, revealing her mid-drift.

"Please, don't tell me this is not allowed."

The TSA agent giggled.

"No, it's okay. Wearing a latex catsuit is not prohibited. That's fine, you can pull your shirt back. It explains your lack of perspiration."

"But... I can't have my devices back."

"No, sorry."

"Listen, I can... I can pay you if you could hold to them until I get back."

"No, sorry, I can't do that. There's noth... uh, wait a minute," she said, looking at the small padlock fastening the belt. "I'll be right back,"

MonsterP63/Karen - Forbidden Devices/2

The TSA agent exited the room. At the same time, Karen heard the call to board her flight. She was getting nervous. The TSA agent quickly came back.

"I heard your flight being called, so I'll make this quick," she said, trying the padlock on the chastity belt. "What I can suggest is that you put your toys... inside you... and you locked them in with the belt. This padlock will made sure you can't take it off by yourself, as it's a TSA-only key, meaning you wouldn't be able to take it off by yourself. It will pass security. Better hurry to make your decision. Grab your suitcase and get to your flight as soon as you're ready." said the TSA agent before leaving her.

Karen didn't think for long. She quickly pulled her leather jeans down, opened the crotch zipper, stuffed the dildos in and quickly fastened the chastity belt around her waist, only to remember that she had to be corseted for it. Fuck!

As fast as she could, she grabbed the corset from her suitcase and fastened the corset, putting the chastity belt over it. By this time, the plane was calling her name.

"Last call for Miss Karen..." she heard as she rushed out of the little room and ran as fast as she could to the boarding gate. Damn! She was running in heels, chastity belt and two steel plugs deeply inserted, and her thought was far from getting aroused!

She reached the gate as the flight attendant was closing the door.

"Sorry, sorry. I was being held by a TSA agent. Everything is settled," she said, panting, red in the face, handing her boarding pass.

The flight attendant looked at it, smiled and let her go to her seat. The plane was full and they were all looking at her, that person who delayed the departure. She noticed quite a few puzzled looks as she walked on. Yeah, of course, she was dressed... sexily with her tight faux-leather pants, high heels and tight long shirt.

However, as she reached her seat, there was a snag: it was occupied.

"I'm sorry, miss Karen," said another flight attendant, "but the plane is overbooked and since you were getting late, another passenger was assigned your seat."

"But..." began to say Karen, pointing to the entrance of the plane, with the door shut, meaning that she couldn't get out.

"You will have to use one of the flight attendant spare seat," she said, gesturing at the back of the plane. Reluctantly, Karen followed. She went past the flight attendant seats, past the galley, and there, at the very end of it, a narrow seat that had needed to be unfolded from its location, pretty much embedded in the wall. The wall, or rather the inside of the frame of the plane was her back rest.

"Here, let me help you settle in. I'll take care of your luggage," she said, with a strange smile.

Karen sat. It was narrow, her shoulders barely fitting inside the quite opening. The flight attendant then took seatbelts that were running over her shoulders.

"It has a five-point restraint system," explained the flight attendant while gently pulling on the crotch strap, forcing it against Karen's crotch. She put the buckle inside the waist ring, along with the waist strap and the two shoulder straps. Then pressing a button on the centre buckle, all the straps tightened, pulling Karen hard against the backseat, tightening around her waist and pulling on her crotch.

"Ohmmmfff." said Karen, with wide eyes.

"It's auto tightening." said the flight attendant, taking her own seat, also equipped with five-points belts. She saw the belt being tightened the same way but they looked a little lose compared to hers.

The plane rolled on the tarmac, ready to depart. Karen noticed that the flight attendants that could see her, were looking at her with a smile, as if they knew something she didn't. Well, it wasn't the most comfortable seat she ever had so she felt pretty much every bumps of the tarmac, which, with her chastity belt and toys, were not exactly disturbing.

However, when the engines revved up to full power for take off, it was as if they were directly linked to her seat, and she had to bite her lips not to scream.

Then the sign allowing to remove the seatbelts lit on. She was eager to get up, or to move her crotch away from that bump that seat seemed to have, right on her crotch. She pressed the release button of her buckle but it did nothing.

"Err... Miss?" she said, raising a hand to attract the attention of a flight attendant. "I can't seem to release the buckle."

"Oh, it's alright. It will release automatically as soon as the landing gears will be on the ground and the plane not rolling," she said turning around and aiming for the aisle.

"Uh okay... Oh, wait! But..."

It was too late. She was already far and helping a passenger. She was closely watching the flight attendants, ready to flag one. It wasn't long before another got close by.

"I'd like to get out of my seat, please, but the buckle seems stuck."

"Yes, that buckle does that. For some reason, once in flight, it doesn't unlock until we're on the ground and the plane stopped."

"But... how come? Why?"

"Not sure. This is an emergency seat, so I figure that the belts are there to protect whoever is in it during the whole flight. I don't really know, never really used it."

"Uhg... Can you.... damn."

She was already gone.

The worst thing is that they were often looking at her but looking away as soon as she was raising a finger. And always making that weird smile. Like... Like... Like they knew.

Five hours.

Five hours of flight, being secured in her seat, not able to move her body at all, and feeling every movement of the airplane, every air pocket like they all seemed to be directly transmitted to her steel dildos through her chastity belt. She moaned a couple of times, hopefully covered by the engine and wind noise of the airplane.

Something was odd. Very odd.

When the plane touched down, Karen screamed and quickly put her hand over her mouth to cover her own noise. She worked hard to repress the orgasm that was ready to explode in her boiling crotch.

She wasn't eager to get off the plane. She waited to cool off while the other passengers disembarked. Finally, she undid the buckle and rose up, her legs shaking.

"Sorry for that seat. I hope you enjoyed the flight," she said with that darn smile and a little wink. Karen looked at her with a mixed puzzled and scared look. What was that for?

She slowly grabbed her suitcase and walked out of the plane. Slowly. Anything faster would have awakened the orgasm on the verge of exploding.

Out of the door, an elderly man was waiting.

"Are you alright, miss?"

"Yes," she answered, her voice slightly shaking."

"I am so sorry, I believe I'm the one they assigned to your seat. It was really a last minute thing. I was on stand-by and they called me, almost in a rush to get in. I had just seated myself when you came in."

"It's alright. I had been delayed by a TSA agent.

"Yes, probably because of the orthopaedic brace you're wearing. It contains metal, it can be a pain. I know, I have a steel plate in my leg and it's a hassle every time."

"Medical brace? I'm not wearing any brace," answered Karen, a little stunned.

"Well, miss, if you're so shy abut admitting that you're wearing a brace, perhaps it would be better if you, you know... hide it better," he said, quickly giving a stare at her crotch. "Have a good day, miss." he said, raising his hat slightly and walking away, helped with a cane.

Karen stood there for a moment, stunned, trying to process what happened, then she looked down at her crotch... Yeah. You guessed it. Her chastity belt was very much showing through her tight faux-leather jeans.

She quickly pulled on her shirt to hide most of it and hurriedly got out of the airport, hailing a cab to go to her hotel.

"Oh shit!" she said, as she was sitting in the cab. "I have to get back inside. I'm sorry, I forgot something."

She gathered her suitcase and headed for the nearest TSA office.

"Can I speak, in private with an agent, preferably a woman, please?" she asked."

A few moments later, a woman TSA agent came to see her.

"How may I help you?"

"Hello. I have a little problem. Can... Can we go to a... private place?" asked Karen, blushing.

"Yes, of course, follow me," said the agent, very professionally.

They entered a small room, like the one she was in at the other airport.

"This is my problem." said Karen, slowly raising her shirt and pulling down on her faux-leather jeans to reveal the chastity belt.

"I see... but I don't know how I could help."

"The padlock. It's a TSA padlock," said Karen, explaining what happened on her departure. The more she explained, the more that agent's eyebrows were raising, and her mouth was opening in shock."

"Hum... okay. Really weird and unusual. Let me have a look," she said, as she approached to take a closer look. She frowned. "I will try my key but I'm afraid it will not open it," she said, trying her key without success.

"How come? This is a TSA padlock, right?"

"Yes, it is. It's a personally issued padlock. It is approved by the TSA and it is a personal lock. There's a series of numbers stamped on the side. Only THAT key will open it. Do you have her name?"

"Oh... I think I saw Suzy on her badge but nothing more, sorry."

Okay. You better go to your hotel room and I will call you if I have anything for you, but I doubt it.

Defeated, Karen hailed another cab and checked-in to her hotel. Once in her room, she took off everything, except what was locked on, revealing a very shiny latex catsuit, complete with feet, a very tight latex corset and of course, a locked chastity belt.

She laid on her back, on the bed, her head turned to the side to look at the ocean from the large patio door of her room. She was eager to take a dip in the sea, to feel the warm water on her skin, to... the phone rang.

"This is the hotel desk. Am I speaking to miss Karen?" asked a woman's voice at the other end.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll transfer you a call."

She heard a small clicking noise.

"Hello?"

"Oh... Yes. Hello, is this Karen?"

"Yes, it is."

"Hello. It's Suzy from the TSA at the airport. How can I help you?"

"Yes... Hum... remember, I'm the one you... err... locked in a belt with a TSA padlock."

"I... Oh, yes. Of course. How are you doing? Your plane trip went well, I hope."

"Yes, fine. Weird but fine," she said, thinking about the seat she had. "Listen, you said that a TSA agent would be able to remove the lock, but they said that they can't, that it's a unique padlock and that only you have the key."

"Yes, that's it."

"But didn't you said that a TSA agent could open it?"

"I don't remember saying that. It is a TSA issued padlock, but for personal use."

"Oh... Well... How do I get out of it now?"

"Don't worry about it, I mailed the key to your address. You should have it tomorrow at the latest."

"Uh... Okay, I guess. No, wait. What address? How did you know which hotel I was staying at? You don't have access to that. Don't you?"

"I sent it to the address on the boarding pass."

"On the boarding pass? But... that's my home address."

"Yes, I believe it is."

"But... I'm on vacation. I won't be back home for four weeks! I can give you my hotel..."

"Oh, honey, it's too late. The package is already in the hands of the delivery company."

"Damn... Oh well, I'll cut it, then."

"Oh, you better don't do that. Damaging or tampering with a TSA issued padlock could lead to one month in jail."

Karen was shocked. She tried to argue a few more times but that Suzy wouldn't bulge. It was as if she was finding it funny.

So, for now, she was stuck, stuffed, in full latex and waist crushed by a corset. Her only solution was to spend her vacation in her hotel room. For four weeks?

2 - The Resort

She walked to the patio door and looked outside. The sun was still over the horizon but it would be setting soon. She opened it and onto the patio, feeling the heat of the sun on her black skin, her mind wandering into what could... should have been her vacation.

"I thought I was bold but you win." She heard someone say with a strong German accent on her left.

She turned her head. On the balcony of the next room, was standing a blond woman. And she was wearing a chastity belt and a steel bra!

"Oh... I..." stuttered Karen, "It's not... I'm kind of stuck in it."

"Ha, ha. Forgot your keys at home? Been there, done that," said the woman. "Interesting experience-. I was stuck for a whole weekend."

"Not exactly the same," said Karen, recalling the TSA adventure but omitting the airplane flight part.

"Fuck! A full month? No friggin' way. I've been in the sea in full latex. I swear it will be a fun experience."

"I don't think so. I mean... I can't go out like that."

"And why not? That resort, that beach is opened to topless sunbathers. You are the total reverse of that: you're fully covered. Anyways, I'm going for a dip before the sun sets. Want to join me?"

"But... I have nothing to cover..."

"Neither do I. THIS is my swimsuit. Come on."

"I..."

But it was too late. The woman was gone and a short moment later, there was a knock on her door. She looked through the peeping hole and it was that woman. Karen opened the door.

"Come on, it will be fun." she said, leading the way.

Karen hesitated for a moment.

"The fuck with it!" she said, joining her. "I'm Karen by the way".

"Sandra. This is fun, even better than I expected!" she said, like a kid entering a candy store.

MonsterP63/Karen - Forbidden Devices/3

They were stared at as they went through the lobby. Karen was very conscious of that but Sandra didn't seemed to mind. She grabbed Karen's hand and started running toward the beach.

Karen having full latex toe-socks on, it felt weird when she touched the fine sand, feeling it but at the same time, not feeling it. They reached the water, their legs splashing the waves around. They ran until it was up to their thighs. Already, Karen liked the experience. Oh, she had wear her suit in the shower but never in a pool or anything larger than a bathtub.

Sandra plunged. Karen followed, and they swam a little, Karen having to adjust for the weight of her belt and toys: her lower belly was sinking!

Sandra didn't seemed to mind her steel garment, swimming like it was a second nature.

"You did this before, right?"

"Yes, absolutely. And I love it! First time for you?"

"Yes, first time," said Karen. The increased weight is something I have to account for."

"Just a belt doesn't weigh that much."

"Yeah... about that..."

"Why? Oh right, your toys. Of course.

They giggled and splashed each other for a short time before heading back to the shore. The evening dip had been welcomed.

They headed back for the Hotel. Karen didn't even needed to dry-up herself, the water just dripping off her latex suit. Only her hair was still wet and needed some towels.

"Do you have anything planned for dinner?" asked Sandra.

"Oh... No, I... Damn, I didn't even thought about it. I guess I'll have to order in."

"Why?"

"Well..." she said, opening her arms. "Even though I have clothes to put on, I can't take off my latex suit, and I'm really not interested in wearing my faux-leather pants and high-neck shirt every time I will go out," she said, realizing the fullness of her situation. "I... I guess I'll spend most of my time in my room, only coming up either at sunrise or at sundown."

By this time, they had reached their rooms.

"What? Nonsense!" said Sandra, shocked. "Nobody will say anything and if they do, they'll have to come by me. Just do it as if this was your skin. Wear what you would wear over your... biological skin, over your rubber skin. That's all there is."

"But... I don't know. I mean, I never went into public place openly wearing latex and..."

"Yeah, I can understand. Listen. I'll do the same. I'll put on my latex catsuit. I'll be at your door, say... in one hour?"

"Uh... I really..."

"It's a deal then. I'll see you in an hour."

3 - Dining Experience

What to wear? Long pants and a long-sleeved shirt to hide her suit as much as possible? That was her first choice. Putting on skinny jeans over her latex coated thighs was something she did before. Heck, she often went shopping, on cold days, hiding her catsuit under vanilla clothing.

But the weather there was different. It felt way too hot to be wearing long stuff, especially over her catsuit. And it was nothing to hide her chastity belt.

She finally went on with a loose-fitting black short skirt and a knitted halter top. It looked good but... silly. At least, her chastity belt was concealed. And she could always change her mind if Sandra came in fully...

There was a knock on the door. When she opened it, she stood there, stunned-frozen.

Sandra was there, of course, sporting a really tight fitting, short red latex dress which wasn't concealing her chastity belt nor her chastity bra at all, red latex stockings, red shoulder-length gloves, and she was standing on platform shoes with a very high heel. She giggled at Karen's stunned expression.

"Well, I didn't wanted you to have all the attention. Come on," she said, laughing.

Nonetheless a little too conscious of her attire, Karen followed. When they reached the dining room, the hostess welcomed them with a smile and immediately directed Sandra to an available table, not taking note of their attires, although Karen felt she was being stared at a little more than Sandra.

They took place and shortly after, a waitress came to take their orders.

"Hello Sandra, how are you this evening?"

"Very well, thank you Brittany. This is Karen, and I will be treating her tonight."

"Oh, no, no. I can pay for my stuff. No need to..." immediately cut in Karen.

"It's no problem, Karen and if you refuse I will be insulted," said Sandra with a wink. "Do you like wine? Do you like seafood?"

"Err... Yes. To both questions. But you know..."

"Good, Brittany, we will have..." began Sandra, without letting Karen intervene, giving the order for the wine and the food, including shrimp cocktails, crab cake entree, lobster and scallops for the main course.

"That's... This is going to cost you a fortune," said Karen. "It's going to be my treat tomorrow... but I don't have your budget," said Karen, blushing.

"No need to worry. So... where are you from? Canada, you said, right?"

They began to chat. Karen was often just looking at her arms reflecting the warm lights of the dining room, while at the same time, trying not to stare too much at Sandra's latex coated arms, but also at her chastity bra, wondering how or why she kept it on.

She was also gently squirming. Her toys were sort of annoying, or perhaps teasing. She could feel the tight latex wrapping her legs and her waist compressed by the corset, struggling with each breathe. She'd never been in latex for so long.

From a corner of her eyes, she could see a couple sitting a few tables away, looking at them, especially the woman, staring but turning away as soon as Karen was looking toward them. At one point, she saw the waitress discussing with them. The waitress then came to their table, still calm and smiling, and addressed Sandra.

"I'm sorry Sandra but the people over there say that your... outfits are disturbing and is asking that you be removed or she will complain to the owner because they say that they know him."

"Oh... Sorry. We'll go to our rooms and order..." quickly said Karen, putting her fork down.

"Absolutely not, Karen. You stay there and enjoy your meal. Thank you Brittany."

Sandra, smiling, continued to eat and chat as if nothing had happened but Karen couldn't help but look at them from time to time. Brittany was called again by the woman and she walked again, back to them.

"I'm sorry again, Sandra. She wants her meal comped as a compensation for having to look at you."

Sandra sighed with a smile.

"I'll go see them," she said. "It won't be long, Karen. I'll be right back."

Sandra went to them, accompanied by Brittany. She heard the woman's tone get louder but she was immediately shut down by Sandra, or was it by Brittany. They got up and stomped out of the restaurant, the woman's eyes throwing daggers at Karen as she passed by.

Sandra sat back and took a bite of lobster.

"I just hate those people who can't leave people alone because of their... beliefs." she said.

"But... she said she knew the owner? What will you do if he throw us out? I have nowhere else to go."

"Oh no, " said Sandra, giggling. "You won't be thrown out, they have been thrown out. I gave them the choice to accept us for what we are or they can go to the desk and ask to be moved to another hotel."

"But... how can you do that? Aren't you afraid the owner will... Oh shit. Really?" asked Karen, eyes wide. "You know the owner too?"

"Yes," said Sandra. "I know the owner because I AM the owner. How is the lobster?"

"You are the ow... Get out! And... you're staying here?"

"Usually no. I come here from time to time to supervise the business, I have a manager I can fully count on. I have a house up in the mountains but it's getting renovated right now, that's why I'm staying at the hotel."

"But... why a simple room. I mean, you could have taken the suite or something more appropriate, right?"

"Appropriate for what? I go check on my house in the morning and spend the rest of the day at the beach. What do I need of a suite for? And more, if I was using the suite, I would lose the renting revenue. I'm a business woman, Karen, not an Instacrap influencer," she said with a wink.

She waived the waitress while pointing at the wine bottle.

"The evening is young," she said with a smile. "You have to visit the town. There's this club..."

4 - Clubbing Time

Karen followed Sandra, who hailed a cab to go downtown. Everybody was smiling and saluting Sandra. She seemed to be well-known and appreciated. They glanced at her and also at Karen. They were dressed to attract attention, after all.

They entered a club that looked totally normal. The music was blasting, people were dancing and drinks were flowing. Karen followed Sandra through the ocean of people enjoying the club. Some looked at them with interesting eyes, others with disgusted eyes. Well, you can't please everyone. Again and again, Sandra had to give a hug at someone, shake hands or just give a polite salute gesture of the hand.

They reached a corner of the club where there was a door lined with quilted black leather. At first, Karen thought they were entering some sort of private office, as the sounds were different, not the same music, and the lighting was also different. Then her eyes went wide. Around her, all the people were wearing leather, latex, spandex, everything that was "out of the norms" was there. There were evidently quite a few Doms and subs.

"Heard of Funky Town? This is Kinky Town," said Sandra.

Sandra approached a woman, perched on thigh-high boots, wearing leather pants and jacket along with leather gloves, a whip hanging from her hip. Her hair was black and in a very severe ponytail. That woman looked stern and emotionless until she saw Sandra. Then her face lit up and a large smile appeared on her face as they hugged.

"Mistress Miranda, I would like to present you my new friend, Karen."

"Nice to meet you, Karen," said the mistress with a strong British accent.

"Do you have time to take care of one more person?" asked Sandra.

"I'm quite busy with my current slaves, but maybe. You want a session?"

"Not exactly. Karen here has had a little mishap with TSA and she's now locked in her corset, chastity belt, some toys and, of course, her latex catsuit for some time, until the new keys are received."

"I see..." said Mistress Miranda. "And you want me to..."

"Make her stay unforgettable." She turned to Karen. "Say, Karen, do you trust me?"

"Well.. I barely know you and..."

Sandra looked at her straight in the eyes and said with a very calm and reassuring voice:

"Do you trust me?"

"Y... yes. I guess," she said, not really sure where this was going.

"She's yours, Mistress Miranda. Do whatever you want with her," said Sandra, then turning to Karen, "Just enjoy it. Take it as it is."

Then she left, leaving Karen with Mistress Miranda.

"So... what do you like? Ever tried bondage?" asked Mistress.

"Well, I do some self-bondage at home and..."

"Enough said. Come," said Mistress, her face losing her smile and returning as cold as it was before.

Karen was suddenly a little afraid but... damn, that made her hot!

"So, where are we going?" asked Karen.

Mistress silently turned her head backward while walking, stared at her for a second and returned her head facing forward.

"Gag you."

That was it.

A little stunned, Karen followed Mistress Miranda toward some quite impressive... equipment. There was, amongst other things, a whipping bench where a man was secured, wearing only a very little leather thong holding his manhood, definitely in a cage. His butt was red, meaning he was just off a hard spanking session. Near him was a woman, tied in a very strict strappado, her legs held spread out by a rigid pole about 60cm long. She was completely covered in a purple latex catsuit, and her neck, sporting a heavy collar, was linked to the floor. A machine was whipping her ass non-stop.

Mistress approached a table where there was a bag, similar to a doctor's leather bag. She plunged her hand in it and retrieved a red ballgag.

"Open," she commanded.

Karen obeyed. She felt she had no choice. Plus the thought of being dominated was arousing. Oh, she had played with self-bondage quite a lot. She even had attachment points on her bed but being led by someone else, without any control? That was new.

Mistress forced the large ball deep inside Karen's mouth and fastened the strap tightly before adding a padlock.

"Wait. A padlock? It means I... But how do I get it off?" thought Karen as she fondled with the lock.

Mistress was quick to react.

"You have a lot to learn," she said, firmly grabbing Karen's arms with one hand, plunging her other leather clad hand in her bag and pulling out a set of leather wrist cuffs.

Karen was so stunned that she let her do what she wanted, bringing her arms in her back and linking the wrists together.

"Hum... Let me see..." said Mistress Miranda, pulling Karen's arms closer to each other, until her elbows touched. "Impressive. We must use that skill." she said, fetching another set of cuffs. Karen was starting to wonder if that bag was magical because she kept pulling stuff out of it and she was getting her hand inside it down to her elbows!

For the first time in her life, she had tight leather cuffs circling her upper arms and they were linked together, elbow touching. Damn! That feeling was awesome. She was totally helpless, tho, but it only seemed to arouse her even more!

Gagged and arms tied up. And no way out. She was at Mistress Miranda's mercy! Oh she could always run away, tho. But that thought quickly vanished when Mistress produced a very heavy-looking collar and wrapped it tightly around her neck. Perhaps a little too tight for her liking as swallowing became difficult, especially with all the saliva generated by the gag. She would drool for sure.

Once the collar was in place, Mistress grabbed her arm and led her under a hanging chain and linked her collar there. Okay, any thought about running away were now gone, especially since her collar was linked high up the hanging chain, almost forcing her on her tiptoes, and since she was already in heels, it meant... no play room.

Mistress Miranda walked to her male slave and gently slide her hand from his neck to his red cheeks, slapping it a few times. He reacted accordingly. Karen wondered if it was from pain or pleasure. She removed the cuffs linking him to the bench, tied a leash on his collar and he slowly got up. He was not trying to walk away. He was simply waiting. She led him to the X-frame when she tied him on it. Karen could almost see his manhood struggling inside its little cage. He was left there, apparently to cool off.

Mistress removed Karen's neck link and led her to the whipping bench. Karen went wide eyed and nodded a soft "no".

"Oh yes. A good spanking is the best introduction. Get on the bench!" she said, or rather commanded with her cold voice.

Karen, although shaking, complied and took place, kneeling on the strange bench, resting her body on the narrow center cushion. Mistress strapped her ankles, knees and thighs to the bench, fastening them very tightly, then did the same with her arms on the armrests, fastening at the wrists and elbows. Then two more straps were drawn over her body, one at the shoulder blades level, the other at waist level, crushing it against the center cushion. To tighten them, Mistress put her foot on the bench to have more leverage as she pulled the heavy leather straps as tight as she could, almost crushing Karen on the bench. Her protesting moans didn't stopped her from proceeding.

"Subjects move too much on their first spanking," she coldly said, like giving an explanation as to why she was so heavily restrained while the man who was there before only had his wrists and ankles restrained.

Karen tried to follow Mistress, to see where she was, when to expect the first blow, but Mistress had other ideas. Again, from her bottomless bag, she retrieved a flap of latex she fastened over Karen's eyes, blinding her.

Now, Karen was in total darkness. She could not prepare for the spanking, she could not anticipate the first blow, or the second. Her body was tensed. Would it be now? Or... now? Or perhaps... now?

Nothing. She squirmed, or rather tried to. The only thing moving was her head. Her body was too rigidly held by the heavy straps.

She felt a hand touch her, on the shoulder, like a gentle caress. the hand slowly slid down, passing over the strap holding her down. She lost it when it went over her crushing corset, then felt it back at her left butt, gently caressing it, massaging it, softly groping it. She began to relax when SLAP!

She jolted. Yes, she was expecting it at some point, after all, she was tied up to a spanking bench but nonetheless. The hand then gently caressed her butt, almost like saying "forgive me". SLAP! Another one, on the right butt this time. Again, followed by a soft rub.

Karen thought about a cat biting you then quickly licking where it bit, as if saying "excuse me, I didn't mean it."

Slap! Slap!

Her rubber skin softened the blow, for sure, and Mistress Miranda still had her leather gloves on, so although the hit was hard and strong, it didn't hurt that much. But she felt it with her toys. The slap and the involuntary tightening of her butt and crotch muscles.

SPLAT!!

Ouch! That one hurt, and it hadn't been given by a hand but by something hard, like a plank. SPLAT! SPLAT!!!

Each blow made her jolt. Each blow made her crotch hot. Mistress Miranda knew exactly what she was doing.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!...

And it went on, more and more. Sometimes, it would stop and she would gently rub her butt. Karen was sure that, under their latex envelope, they were bright red. Karen was softly moaning. This felt actually good and arousing. The very fact that she was tied up made it even more arousing. With each blow, with each of her jolts, she would feel the restraints, she would feel how tightly she was held down, her brain would register "try as you might, you're not getting out of this predicament". She loved it. Yes, the pleasure was growing.

SPLAT! SPLAT... ... CLUNK!

Oh! That was different. That hit different. Felt like spikes and it also touched her chastity belt, sending the jolt up her toys. CLUNK! CLUNK!

She wasn't moaning anymore. She was screaming, but her gag muffled most of it. She was screaming of pain, of joy, or painful joy, or joyous pain. Whatever it was, she loved it.

Damn, an orgasm was building. Oh, she had many while in self-bondage before, but this time, it was different. She was not giving it to herself. Someone else was and she had no choice but to... take it and.... No. Oh please, no. Don't stop. DON'T STOP!

She struggled in her bound position, feeling the restraints holding her down. Everything was silent. No more slapping, no more touching. But she was about to have an orgasm! Why stop there! Please, go on, GO ON!

She tried to show her frustration, to convey how much she wanted Mistress to continue, but all she heard was laughing. She heard a voice very close to her head, as if Mistress had crouched by her.

"You are not in self-bondage dear. You are not in control. I am. And your entry to hell has just begun."

It was followed by a fading sadistic laugh as Mistress Miranda stood back up to direct her attention to the woman in the strappado. She would have her share of the spanking.

Karen struggled in her bounds, trying to get some "feeling" back, but she was too tightly tied and apart from squeezing her butt, couldn't do anything else than only annoy herself with her light teasing.

She had no idea how long she was left there but she heard Mistress's voices close by.

"You don't say a word, you don't make a sound."

She felt fingers at the back of her head and her ballgag was taken off. That was a relief. She worked her mouth but the next time she opened it, something else was forced in, something even larger than the ball gag and a lot longer, reaching deep into her mouth, almost triggering her gag reflex. She tried to shake her head in protests but if she was trying to make a sound, the deep insert would trigger her gag reflex! That was devilish. And by the feeling of it, this thing was coming with a full hear harness, enclosing her head.

Something was attached to the top ring of that harness and linked to her chastity belt, then it was tightened, forcing her head backward hard, pulling on her chastity belt at the same time, and of course, pushing her toys deeper.

Now, she couldn't move anything else than her fingers!

She heard a buzzing sound and something vibrating was applied against the crotch strap of her belt, feeding the vibrations directly to her toys.

She tried to moan but she gagged almost immediately. Her reflex was to pull her head down, which only pulled on her belt, making the vibrations stronger.

SPLAT!!

That damn spiky paddle again, on her two butt cheeks at the same time. SPLAT! SPLAT!

The hits, the vibrations, her locked head, heck her whole locked body was taking the blow and enjoying it. She never felt anything like that before. Of course, she could never achieve such a predicament in self-bondage. Damn! That was so good.

"The orgasm built, rapidly, quickly and powerfully. Yes, one more hard blow and she would explode. Go on, Mistress Miranda. One more blow. Just one. Just right there. Right across the butt cheeks... Please... Just one more... Oh... Please.... Please?"

Apparently, her telepathic communication with Mistress Miranda didn't work, or perhaps it did and she stopped right then and there because that was the most frustrating time.

She tried to get that last feeling by nodding her tightly restrained head, trying to turning it sideways or whatever, but she only stayed very aroused, very teased, very... ready to explode, without exploding, like a rocket who reached the zero countdown, all engines are running but no lift-off.

Something was pressed against her chastity belt. She squirmed. That was good but not enough. She wanted m... wait! It's vibrating? On fuck. Literally. She was fucked, screwed, whatever how you call it. The vibrations were transmitted to her toys, and then... SPLAT!

SPLAT-CLUNK!

The orgasm, which was almost there already, flashed out like a pressure cooker exploding. Her mind was filled with glorious colors. her brain was filled with pleasure hormones. Heck, her whole body felt the pleasure, down to the tip of every body hair. The pleasure wave was resonating, from her head to her feet, again and again, like a bell being hit again and again at the right moment which only amplify the ringing.

Her ears were buzzing, her eyes were flashing, her heart was pounding, her body was taken by convulsions of pleasure as Mistress Miranda continued to administer her treatment. The latex, the corset, the chastity belt, the toys, the restraints, the gag, the blindfold, everything was a pleasure point.

Her body began to relax as the orgasm subsided. Mistress stopped the spanking but left the vibrator at full blast, tightly pressed against her crotch. It wasn't long before a forced orgasm rampaged her body, not as powerful as the first one, but very strong nonetheless. It was followed by a third one before her brain's breaker tripped opened and she lost it.

She came back to her senses some time later, smiling, happy to feel her body still wrapped in latex. She was laying on a leather couch, Sandra sitting nearby, looking at her, smiling.

"Told you, you had to experience the downtown nightlife."

5 - Water Sports

The sun was rising from the other side of the hotel. Karen was laying down in a long chair, on her balcony, feeling the sweat already building under her rubber prison. She could feel the small puddles of water move around as she slowly slid her finger along her thighs, going down, going up, reaching her steel chastity belt and the locked corset. She imagined being stuck in rubber for a long tim... oh wait. She WAS stuck! She giggled at the thought.

The patio door of her neighbor opened, revealing Sandra, already in her full latex catsuit, missing only a hood to be completely covered.

"How can you be already in ballet heels?" asked Karen.

"What? What are you talki... oh!" said Sandra, looking down. "I didn't even realized," she said, giggling. "Force of habit, I guess. Anything planned for today?"

"No, no really. However... I guess you have," said Karen, leaning her head to the side, expecting the answer.

"Awww. You already know me..." giggled Sandra. "Actually, I do. I have reserved two Sea-Doos*. Care to join me?"

*Sea-Doo is the brand name of the creator of those things (PWC Personal Water Crafts), the same creator who did the Ski-Doo, (inventor of the snowmobile) Bombardier, a Canadian/Québec company. Being from Québec, I will obllige...)

"I'm not sure. I mean, I never rode one and I only have my latex catsuit. I wouldn't want to rip it or damage it in some way. Playing with those things could be rough."

"Duh! Do you think I want to ruin my catsuit too No, we'll wear wetsuits over them."

"Wetsuits over... seriously?"

"Come on. My treat."

"Yeah, always your treat," mumbled Karen, getting up. She was afraid that she would have to pay her back at some point. They met in the corridor and walked to the rental shop, their latex suits creaking, and their heels clicking. She was carrying a bag but Karen didn't mind, probably towels or something like that. Of course, Sandra was quickly recognized as soon as they entered.

"Hey, Sandra! Everything is ready, including the wetsuits," said a man behind the counter.

"You're a doll, Jake. Thank you."

"I know..." he answered with a very sultry voice that almost creeped out Karen. "I'll get them for you."

"His fetish is wetsuits and I sometimes tie him up while he's wearing one," whispered Sandra to Karen.

He came back with two one-piece wetsuits, with smoothskin finish, as shiny as oiled latex, one red, the other one purple. Karen looked at what she assumed was her suit, expecting Sandra to take the red one, and frowned.

"I'm not gonna fit in this thing!" she said pointing at the purple one.

"Oh yes, you will," said Sandra.

"And you will love it!" added Jake.

"Come on, it's way too small.

"No, it's perfect!" both Sandra and Jake answered in one voice, looking at each other with a large smile, taking Karen aback.

"Uh... okay... I suppose."

"Come on, I'll help you in," said Sandra,

Karen followed, taking off her high heel shoes. When the back zipper of the wetsuit was opened, Karen understood. The whole inside was lined in latex, and she even suspected that the outer was not shiny neoprene but also latex. Neoprene sandwiched between two layers of latex.

A generous coating of lubricant and the suit slid easily up her body. What? Are you kidding? Even with all this lube it was hard as heck to put on. Jake and Sandra pulled hard, lifting Karen off the floor and shaking the suit so she would slowly literally sink down into it.

However, the feeling was awesome. And it increased when her arms were fed inside the tight sleeves with attached gloves.

"Hood?" asked Sandra.

"Yes, now would be a good time," said Jake.

"Hood?" asked Karen.

"Yes. You need full protection. Keep your head straight, this gonna be a little struggle, tho.

"Whyagrmmdff..." managed to say Karen before the hood was forcibly pulled down as it didn't carried a zipper. It was no ordinary dive hood. Instead of an open face, it had only eyes and mouth holes. The nose was molded with a very small hole to breathe. The whole hood was tight, especially the neck portion, which carried a large yoke.

But this was nothing compared with the next part: closing the back zipper of the suit.

"It won't fit," she heard Jake whisper to Sandra.

Karen was relieved and at the same time disappointed. She sort of loved being that tightly compressed, although she had second thoughts about the hood.

"Yes it will. Pull on the zipper. Give it a constant pull. There... There... Again... One more..."

Sandra was evidently struggling to close the gap while Jake pulled on the heavy zipper. A good thing it was a heavy zipper because the compression was enormous. Phil was almost raising her up the floor while pulling. It couldn't be tighter than her corset, after all unless... damn. So tight! Especially when it reached her chest. Yes the suit had molded breasts cups but she was now forced to breathe in quite short gasps, barely able to expand her lungs.

Slowly, the zipper rose up, and up, to her shoulder blades then up to her collar where it could finally be pulled more easily, but it forced Karen's head up by the rigid collar of the wetsuit.

"What the..."

"Oh, since you never rode one before, for your protection, it includes a... neck brace," said Sandra, smiling wildly. "Like it?"

"Hum... no?" said Karen, puzzled by the fact that the suit had to be made/ordered at least the day before and she was only asked this morning if she ever rode a PWC. Unless it explained why it was so tight: it hadn't been made for her.

"How does it feel?" asked Sandra, taking a step back to admire Karen's shiny and obviously very tightly encased body.

"It feels... weird. I... I don't think I'll be able to ride the Sea-Doo, Sandra, I mean, I can barely move." she said, struggling to talk with the tight hood forcing her mouth shut. She moved around, totally unable to reach her toes, her legs barely lifting off the floor when bent her hip. As for her arms, she could lift her elbows at shoulder level, but that was it. And even that pulled hard on her crotch.

"That's just perfect. Care to help me with mine Jake?" asked Sandra.

Karen watched her get into her own suit. It was very tight but obviously not as tight as Karen's and without the restricting "neck brace".

"You keep your ballet boots?" asked Karen, dumbfounded.

"Yes, of course. Oh, don't worry, they are vinyl, so won't be damaged by the sea water. I have some boots for you, tho. Jake?"

Jake produced a pair of red knee-high very high heeled wedge boots.

"Are you nuts? I... I can't wear that."

"Again, they are made from vinyl. You won't damage them."

She tried to argue but they all brushed off her arguments. She didn't had much choices. Grabbing a hold of a nearby column, she raised her legs one at a time for Jake to put the boots on.

She was overwhelmed by the overall feeling. That was a lot to cope with: her toys, the belt, the latex catsuit, the corset, the neoprene suit, the incredibly tight hood, the high heel boots and... a helmet?

"What is that for?" asked Karen.

"Protection, again," said Sandra, picking hers.

"But... that's a motorcycle helmet. With cat ears!"

"Yes and no. The shell, yes, The inside? No," said Sandra, opening her helmet. It was in fact opening front/back half, and on the front part, was a huge rubber lump. The interior seemed to be lined with the same neoprene sandwich as the suit. "This is for breathing," she continued." It is linked to a sort of snorkel to those air ports," she said, showing the holes within the cat ears, forward and backward. "If you fall in the water, the ones under water will shut off, allowing the air to enter through the other ones. Very safe."

She watched in amazement how Sandra was fitted with it, welcoming the large lump of rubber in her mouth while Jake was closing it with... a power screwdriver?

"Prevents it from snapping open under a shock and you should know that hitting water is like hitting a brick wall," said Jake.

"Yeah, I know. Sort of," she mumbled.

She prepared herself as Jake approached with her helmet, putting the back half first then lowering the front half slowly, giving time to force her mouth open, fighting the tight hood, then getting the large lump of rubber inside her mouth. It was no ordinary lump, it was like those totally silent gag thing, which traps one's tongue at the same time. Well, it will prevent her from accidentally biting it. As it was screwed shut, she felt her world shrink even more than with the suit. Her vision darkened because, although the outside showed a regular visor, the inside had only two holes for the eyes, greatly limiting her field of view.

The helmet became tighter as it was screwed on, pushing the rubber gag deeper in her mouth, almost triggering her gag reflex. It was somewhat... comfortable as there was no pressure point but the restriction was... extreme!

Only when the helmet was totally screwed shut did she truly understood the extend of her predicament. Her head was squished hard inside the helmet, and there was no way to move the gag around, no way to produce much sound. Her hearing was greatly dampened, she could hardly see thanks to the dark lenses and she couldn't make a sound. She could breath, tho.

She had no way out.

She loved it.

Sandra gestured to follow her but Karen stopped her, gesturing, showing a flotation vest on a nearby rack.

"Oh, you don't need it," said Jake. "See that patch sewn on Sandra's shoulder? You have the same. It been certified as a flotation device. The neoprene is porous, full of air, but the two layers of latex prevents it from absorbing water. In short, you'll float."

Karen nodded and she made her first steps forward. For the first time, she was fully experiencing the whole suit. Her walking was unsteady. She couldn't look down at the ground, the heels were the highest she had ever worn, her inner ear balance was screwed by the incredibly tight helmet. Her body couldn't balance normally with her walking to keep her straight, thanks to the tight and almost rigid suit, and all this compression at her hips only made the toy rubbing more intense. From the outside, she looked like a drunk robot trying to walk on high heels.

"I'm gonna orgasm before we reach the water," she said to herself, trying to pick up the pace to get to the water before it happened.

MonsterP63/Karen - Forbidden Devices/4

Sandra, who was a couple of steps in front of her, showed her the PWC to use. Sandra's was red and Karen's was purple. Coincidence? Probably not. They were right next to the pier, so they had to hop on them. Sandra, apparently quite at ease on her heels, jumped right on it, but Karen did it wrong. When her booted feet touched the wet footrest, it slipped. She tried to regain balance but the tight suit limited her movements and ended up only doing a large leg split before falling backward in the water.

Immediately, a bit of panic set in, especially when her helmet touched the water. In her idea, the helmet will fill-up with water and she would choke, but, although it did took on some water, her breathing remained free, thanks to the snorkel-like breathing tubes.

She was frustrated but glad at the same time. The water cooled the fire at her crotch and, apart from an onset of panic, she was okay. But as with anyone falling over, she must have looked quite funny from the shaking of Sandra's shoulders, laughing at Karen's failure. She extended a hand to help her get back on the watercraft.

And that was fun. All those movements, the swimming, the climbing, the struggling and finally, sliding on the vinyl seat, all created fun... things in her crotch, although all the toys were safely locked by the belt. And it was a heck of a good thing she was gagged. Her screams would have alerted the whole island!

Sandra gestured her to fix the safety kill switch to her wrist, and showed her how to start the machine, and some basic controls.

Karen nodded that she got it very quickly. Too quickly, perhaps.

Sandra squeezed the gas and was on her way. Karen followed, or rather tried to. She fully squeezed the accelerator but wasn't prepared for the acceleration. The watercraft flew off her hands and she fell in the water behind it, the safety rope killing the engine.

Sandra saw it and turned around, helping her to get back on it, instructing Karen to go slowly until she's familiar with it.

She tried it again, softer this time, and it went well, until she tried a hard left turn: she was thrown off the watercraft and Sandra had to come to her rescue. Again.

Once more, Sandra helped her get back on it. Karen actually liked being thrown off. She liked the launch, her small weightless fall and when she hit the water, she was so well protected, it felt like landing on a firm mattress. And those movements, those hits were quite pleasurable. Riding the craft was fun but being thrown off was even more fun. Especially since she was able to get back on her engine by herself, without the need of Sandra's help.

She accidentally did it again. And again. Enjoying more than interacting with Sandra.

So, yes, Karen had fun but Sandra wanted to enjoy her ride too, not keep an eye on the safety of Karen. Yes, she, they were well protected but an accident car happen fast and what Karen was doing was dangerous with all the other PWC running around. She gestured to go back to the pier, told her to wait and walked back to the boutique. She came out a few moments later with a bunch of nylon straps and cuffs.

Karen giggle. Was she really about to be tied up to the watercraft? Apparently... YES. As Sandra approached, she opened the bundle of straps revealing a very intricate harness. She instructed Karen to get it on, tightening it very tightly, perhaps too tightly, then added wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs and a collar, all mad of thick neoprene before having her sit on the watercraft where she used ratchet straps to link the numerous rings of the harness to attachments rings. She was linked from her waist, her hips and her ankles.

She thought it was all, but it wasn't.

Rubber rope linked her wrists cuffs to the handlebars, keeping then there with just a little play room with their elasticity, and her collar was linked with another rubber rope to the top of the instrument cluster where another ring was waiting to be used.

"Geesh, looks like that PWC had been outfitted to tie someone on it. What were the odds?" mumbled Karen to herself.

Sandra gave her two thumbs up, as much saying that she was ready to go, and asking if she was alright.

Karen wasn't sure. That was a heck of a lot of stuff to cope with.

She started the engine and slowly departed from the pier while Sandra was getting on her own PWC. Then she floored it!

The PWC thrust forward and she found herself hanging by the harness, her hands leaving the throttle, stopping the watercraft, thrusting her forward. The link with her collar prevented her from falling backward but nothing prevented her from leaning forward. Only her bound arms and her linked hips prevented her from flying over the handlebars.

So, in a quick reflex, she grabbed them, squeezing the throttle lever as she tightened her grip, putting the craft in full forward, throwing her backward.

It took her three attempts to regain control.

Damn, that shook her hard, but that was a blast at the same time. Feeling all those restraints and at the same time feeling totally helpless and out of control. Sandra ran to her side and, with a gesture of the finger, scolded her, gesturing to her to slow down.

She tried it back, going easy and she quickly found out the pleasure mode! She was linked to her seat with perhaps 2 to 5cm of play. Each time she was hitting a wave, she was thrust upward, held by the straps, which pulled her down, then hitting another wave and... Yeah, I'm sure you figured it out by then. She was screwing her self just riding small waves. riding over a bunch of small waves created fast vibrations. Larger waves gave fuller and deeper jolts. She now understood why Sandra kept riding the waves instead of playing it hard and throwing herself off the watercraft.

The downside was that she was getting splashed less. She saw Sandra "fall" off her boat a few times to cool off. She couldn't. But how to convey the message?

She aimed for Sandra and quickly accelerated. Arriving near her, she did a sharp left turn, the straps of her harness tensing up to hold her steady, and she squeezed the throttle fully down, creating a jet of water that hit Sandra directly, throwing her off the watercraft.

She was quickly back on, pointing at Karen and then making a fist.

"You want war? You'll get war!" she seemed to say.

Quickly, Sandra was piloting her own watercraft and did a sharp U-Turn to splash Karen, who could finally get cooled down. However, she had to respond and soon, they began to swirl around each other, trying to overdo one another until, Karen suddenly fully squeezed the throttle sending the watercraft literally flying off the water, heading toward the open ocean at full speed.

Something was wrong. It seemed like the throttle was stuck. Sandra floored it too and ran after her but both PWC being the same, she was not able to overtake her, only to follow her, about 30m behind. Then she realized what was happening and she slowed down as she laughed: Karen was having an orgasm!

She followed, expecting for it to end soon and a few moments later, Karen's PWC slowed down to a complete stop as she leaned forward on the handlebars.

Sandra rode closer, only to see, slowly, Karen's helmet head turning to face her. She didn't needed to see her face. She knew. She pointed at the pier and Karen nodded. Yes, that was enough Sea-Doo for the day, perhaps for the week!

She was exhausted. After freeing her from the straps, Sandra had to help her get on the pier and back to the wetsuit shop where Jake was waiting, fists on his hips.

"I'm gonna have to do some damage control here. You were quite hard on the machine and very undisciplined over there, and that isn't covered by the insurance Sandra paid for. You will have to pay for it.

Karen looked at him. If he could see her eyes, her face, he would see that it was totally emotionless. She was just too tired to care. She shuddered.

"Very well, then. Come with me," he said, leading the way.

Karen followed, along with Sandra who needed him to get unscrewed from her helmet. He led them at the back of the shop, where he opened a trap on the floor. He turned to Karen and linked her ankles together, then fed a steel cable within the link and fed it up to her crotch where Sandra was already opening a small zipper she never noticed that was there. She felt her chastity belt being move and she felt something being added.

She tried to look down at what that rope was linked to but, thanks to her stiff collar, she couldn't. Jake then linked her wrists together in her back and added more quick clips to the shoulder straps of her harness. She then heard a winding noise and felt a pull on her harness, lifting her off the floor!

She struggled but Sandra just hold her still while Jake pushed something down the trap. After a few seconds, Karen felt a hard jolt on her chastity belt, as if something had given a solid pull, then a smaller one, then there was a constant pull she could feel on her hips as if a weight had been added.

She was moved over the trap and slowly lowered into it. She felt the water around her legs, her thighs then it stopped. Jake and Sandra fondled at her helmet and she received a rush of fresh air, allowing her to breath easily before she was lowered some more.

So, that was the punishment? Lowered in the water below the wetsuit shack? Oh well, she was so exhausted, she could live with it.

She felt a little wave of panic as her head/helmet went underwater but she could still breath easily. And she went down, and down, and she could see below the floor of the shack now. The shack was itself on some sort if pier with a lots of post holding the floor up. As for herself, she was inside some sort of large cage, that had been there for a long while as the steel bars were covered in rust and all sorts of small molluscs. She felt as if the weight pulling on her feet hit the sea floor and the pull on her shoulders was released. She was now floating, thanks to the buoyancy of her wetsuit, between two waters. It felt actually comfortable. The light over her dimmed and she figured that the trap had been closed.

Yes, this was actually comfortable. She was warm in her wetsuit, felt secured with the cuffs and in full safety with the air flow. That was until...

She saw a boat ride not far from the shack. That created waves. Those waves played with her buoyancy, making her go down and up. And each time she was pulled down by the wave, the rope at her crotch would get loose, releasing her chastity belt, but as her buoyancy pulled her back up, it would pull on the crotch strap of her belt. Not a lot but enough to get teased. A lot!

And with her current condition, those short waves, because apparently, everybody had decided to ride past the shack, were screwing her up good.

It wasn't long before she had her first orgasm, then her second, then her third before she passed out from exhaustion and orgasmic pleasure.

6 - Fantasy or Reality?

She was floating. Was she? her feet wasn't touching the ground yet she felt pulled down although she didn't felt any pull anywhere.

Her eyes were opened. As far as she could tell, anyway. But it was dark. Total darkness and total silence.

Where the heck was she? What was going on?

She tried to move but she couldn't. Her arms were pinned in her back, her legs were squeezed together, her head was difficult to move.

She could breathe, that was reassuring.

She felt, more than she heard, some sort of winch and she had the very weak impression that she was moving down. Her feet felt something. The ground? What else could it be. She worked her legs trying to find her balance but her feet felt weird as if... Oh, of course, she was wearing ballet boots. She took the appropriate actions to hold herself straight as the pulling sensation went away. She was still held but not pulled up.

Gradually, the pressure around her body vanished and she felt a rush of fresh air coming from the back. Then her head was freed and she could see, although she had dark lenses over her eyes. She witnessed the heavy canvas bag into which she had been cocooned, fall down at her feet.

A woman in full red latex, corset, chastity belt, ballet heels and a hood leaving only her mouth and eye being seen, showed up in front of her, smiling. S... Sandra?

"Hello Karen. How was your night?"

Karen mumbled. She couldn't talk as her mouth was full and some tubes were running down her throat, and she could also feel more tubes going up her nose. She saw a bunch of bondage devices around her: a kneeling cage, a X frame, tables with lots of rings around them and some other devices she barely remember using. She felt strange. It was as if she was discovering everything, as if she had been transported there.

Sandra kneeled and linked her locked ankle cuffs to a floor ring, then went behind her to release her arms. Karen rubbed them gently. It was nice to have her arms free, albeit for a short time. Her upper arm cuffs were then linked with a chain long enough that she could have them on each side of her body, and her wrist cuffs were linked in front, with another chain, as wide as her body. Finally, her ankle cuffs were unlinked from the floor, unlinked from each other and linked with a short spreader bar.

"One egg, one toast and tea," said Sandra.

Karen knew what she had to do. It was her life now, being Sandra personal little latex and bondage slave, and she liked it.

She hobbled her way to the kitchen of the vast mansion, her ballet boots clicking on the tiled floor, her chains rattling along. She could feel the toys, linked to her chastity belt move inside her as she struggled to step forward. With each movement, with each straining of a muscle, she could feel the extra thick and tight latex squeeze her leg, her thigh, her hip. With each breath, she could feel the restriction of the embedded latex coated steel corset making her torso completely rigid, and she could feel the restriction of her high collar, forbidding her to look at the ground.

After a long walk and a lot of noise, she reached the kitchen. Impaired with her chains, she began to gather the pots and pans she needed to prepare Sandra's breakfast, and she loved every challenges that it brought. She felt a tug on her collar and stopped, waiting for Sandra to link the hanging chain to it and locked it. She was not to be able to run away. Ever. She had to be kept restrained at all times. Every thought that she could leave had to be taken away.

That wasn't one of Sandra's rules. It was one specific rule dictated by Karen herself when they drafted the long-term contract: always restrained, always in rubber, always gagged and plugged.

Karen expertly prepared the breakfast although she was impaired by her whole setup and put the plate down on the table, in front of Sandra who looked at it, poke at it with her fork and pointed to something.

Oops. A little mistake. There was two possibilities: One was that she would have to remake it, two was that Sandra would eat it anyway. In both cases, she would have to be reprimanded. Yes, another one of Karen's own rules. After all, a respectable slave should not be allowed to make mistakes.

Sandra made a grin as she noticed the mistake and looked at Karen with a devilish smile.

Following that meal, it was the regular chores of cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes before giving Sandra her morning massage.

Sandra had led Karen to the relaxation room, overseeing a lush garden filled with flowers and birds. There was also a relaxing fountain but Karen couldn't hear the faint calming bubbling of the water.

After Sandra had linked her to a ring on the ceiling, she took place on the massage table and Karen began her work, oiling Sandra's suit. She had taken her corset off but kept her chastity belt.

With the suit, and her gloves oiled, her hands were easily sliding over Sandra's body. She had received special training to use special tools that to compensate that with the now slick surfaces, it was impossible for her to "grab" any muscle.

Sandra moaned as the relaxing massage took place. Karen was sweating. This was physically demanding, and was forcing her to stand tall on her ballet heels, still linked with the spreader bar. Her elbow chain had been removed but not the wrist chain, limiting her movements.

All of this only increased her arousal. Damn, she just loved it.

Things appeared to be somewhat blurry as she didn't recalled ending the massage and she was now preparing dinner, which went perfectly, meaning good enough to eat, and bad enough for her to get punished.

As Sandra led her to the bondage room, she let out a sigh.

"You've been abnormally bad today, Karen. You messed up my breakfast, pinched me during my morning massage, screwed up lunch, made me trip and fall into the pool, made a huge mistake for dinner and even broke my favorite glass while doing the dishes. What should I do with you?" she asked.

Of course, Karen couldn't answer. She only shuddered as if... she didn't care?

"Very well," said Sandra, leading her to narrow closet door. She opened it to reveal a very narrow vertical cage embedded inside, barely wide enough for her to fit in.

She unlinked her neck from the ceiling chain, opened the steel bar door and had her back up inside the narrow cage, against the other steel bars making it. Karen didn't resist. She... deserved it anyway. Anchor points were already there and Sandra proceeded to link her neck, elbow cuffs, wrist cuffs, on each side of her chastity belt, knee cuffs and finally ankle cuffs. She would not get out of there. Her arms were already against the sides of the cage with no play room. Only her legs had a little more... leg room.

Next, she plugged some hoses to her gagged mouth and under her crotch. Karen remembered that those were the feeding and cleaning hoses, after all, she couldn't eat solid matter or even go to the bathroom "normally", not equipped as she was.

Her eyesight was removed with a blindfold then she felt her universe shrink even more as the cell door was closed over her, squishing her in. The little play she had with the links of the cuffs was gone.

From the outside, Sandra made sure she was alright, that the breathing, feeding and cleaning devices were functioning and closed the outer door, completely hiding Karen inside the wall.

In her small dark universe, she felt the device pushing food in the upper hole while cleaning her out from the bottom holes.

It started slowly, like a vibration. Was it a vibration of a zap? She wasn't sure but it was good. It was so faint and so intermittent at first that she thought it was her imagination playing with her, but as the feeling got stronger, she had to conclude that it was real, something was vibrating in her crotch, AND something was zapping her at the thighs and her breasts. Oh damn! That felt so good. And her tight confinement just made it even stronger.

She struggle but she was unable to move, even less get free. Damn, she was so horny! The orgasm built quickly. She was throwing her body hard against all her restraints but from the outside, there was no sound, no movement. Sandra was gently taking place in her bed for a good night sleep.

Karen's mind was on fire. Her whole body was nothing else than a powerful flame burning so hot that the sun felt cold. The pleasure wave engulfed her, sending her to another dimension, another universe, a place where everything is pleasure, felt on every cell of her body. She wasn't living, she was experiencing. She was... transcending! Was that really a punishment?

As the orgasm subsided, she heard bubbling. She felt as if she was floating, between two waters. No, she was being pulled upward. Suddenly, she felt the full force of the gravity on her body. She saw someone, someone she recognized, sporting a red latex catsuit. Besides her, a man holding a power screwdriver and approaching her head. She felt the pressure decrease around her head as the helmet was removed. She almost choked when the large gag was pulled off her mouth.

"Hi Karen," said Sandra. "I guess you had a good time down there."

7 - The House on the Hill

She felt like a zombie. She was a zombie. Her body was there but her mind wasn't. She was following directives like, well... a zombie. Sort of.

She didn't fully recalled how she reached her room. She remembered walking up the beach, to the hotel, with Sandra and Jake holding her. They help her lay down on her bed and she lost it again, totally exhausted.

She moaned as she turned around, hitting something. A moaning was heard but it was not hers. She slowly sat on the bed and looked around. Where the heck was she? What was going on? Who was this woman in red latex by her side on the bed. She blinked a few times, the rising sun filtering through the patio door. The woman besides her moaned and turned around.

"Ah, finally, you're alive." she said.

"Err... Whut?" managed to say Karen.

"Damn," said Sandra, giggling. "You slept for, oh... 30 hours or so?. I was really getting worried. That's why I slept with you. Oh, don't worry, nothing happened!" she quickly added, giggling. "How do you feel?"

"I don't know..." said Karen, her brain still not in gear. "I remember... jet-skis, then this... pit I was lowered into and this mansion where I was a slave and..."

"Woah, woah! What mansion? That part, you dreamed, lady."

"Oh... But it felt so... real... And you were there. The mansion was yours... I think." she said, searching her memory, her feelings. She put a hand on her stomach which grumbled.

"I'm hungry, apparently..."

"Let's go for some breakfast."

They headed for the dining room where the first serving of breakfast was going on. Only then did Karen looked down at her feet.

"Oh fuck! I'm wearing ballet boots?"

Sandra spit her mouthful of tea, laughing.

"Well, yeah, I put them on while you were sleeping. It was meant as a joke for you to wake up to but apparently the joke is on me. You sincerely just noticed them?"

"Hell... yeah. Wow!"

"Yes, wow. For a first time wearer, absolutely: wow."

Karen giggle. "I never noticed them... How strange."

"Yeah, it's like you were born to wear th... Excuse me," said Sandra as her phone rang. She hung up a few moments later.

"I will have to go to my residence up in the mountain for the work being done there. Would you like to come with me?"

"Sure, why not?" she said, reliving the mansion from her dream. Perhaps...

They finished their breakfast, both enjoying licking their latex coated fingers. Karen wondered at the shiny reflections on Sandra's red latex suit and had a glimpse of the reflections on her own suits. She liked it. She also liked seeing that latex hand extending, like it wasn't her. She ate until she felt full, which was quickly achieved, thanks to the crushing corset. She squirmed a little on her seat as she was about to get up.

"Something wrong?" asked Sandra.

"No... yes... Well, it's silly but now that I KNOW that I'm on ballet heels, I sort of struggle to find how to put my feet to get up."

Sandra giggled.

"Oh, yes. I totally understand. The trick is to... do as if you were in regular high heels, I mean, what were you thinking when you got up this morning?"

"Uh... Nothing?"

"There you go, Come on, I'll call us a cab."

Her first steps were unsteady and she had to grab a hold of a few tables but she was quickly picking up the pace and reached Sandra as she was opening the cab door.

The driver was wide eyed, seeing those two ladies, encased in shiny rubber, waist crushed by corsets, locked in steel and walking on these extreme boots. Sandra was obviously holding back a stifle as she crossed Karen's eyes.

"The scuba dive was cancelled? Weird weight belts you got there. Where are you heading, ladies? Down to the Palamero Beach?"

"No. One Hill Street, please," said Sandra to the driver.

"One hill St?... Oh, there?" he said, pointing on top of the mountain.

"Yes, please. There." said Sandra, giggling, pointing at the house on top of the mountain.

As he drove on, he looked at them in the mirror, especially at Sandra.

"You're heading far from the beach with your scuba gear. Do know who live there?" asked the driver.

"I sure do," said Sandra with a smile.

"Wow. I heard that it's quite a character, very stern, doesn't talk to anybody. You're lucky if you can go pass the gate."

"There's a gate around the property?" asked Karen, a little stunned.

"He doesn't want any lurkers. Rumors is that it is some sort of Hollywood star or a drug lord or something, living there. That's why all the security.

Karen raised her eyebrows. Sandra laughed.

"The fence is to keep the wild animals away. Ever woke up with a wildcat next to your bed? Yeah... Not as cute as it seems to be."

"And the security guards?" asked Karen.

"The only security guards are the one from the construction company, insuring that everybody is wearing their safety gear and part of the contractor team."

By that time, they had reached the gate. The driver stopped by the intercom and pressed the calling button of the keyboard. After a moment, the voice of a grouchy man answered.

"Yeah. What is it?"

"I'm Miguel from the cab company. I have two women in wetsuits who want..."

"It's me, Bill. Sandra. Open the gate!" said Sandra over the driver's voice.

The gate opened.

"You... Err..."

"Shut up and drive," said Sandra.

The cab went up the hill, revealing a rather large house, The slanted roof was covered with solar panels and a small windmill could be seen a little to the back.

"When completed, I'll be completely off the grid," said Sandra, answering Karen's wide eyes.

"Cool..."

They stopped at the entrance and the two latex clad women disembarked. A burly man she assumed was Miguel was waiting for them in full construction worker gear.

"Hello ladies, hello Sandra," said the man, without a hint of noticing how they were dressed. "This way, please", he said, leading them inside the house.

The house had hardwood and ceramic tiles on the floor, expensive-looking woodwork on the walls, There wasn't however, any window dressing or furniture. It looked like a empty house ready to put on the market. The man led them to the back where they entered what looked like an old brick room.

"So, this is where we have to install all the electrical system for the solar panels and the wind turbine, right?"

"Yes. This was part of the original house on that hill. I thought of converting this space for it. You said this wasn't a problem when you made the quote, right?"

"Yes, I did, Sandra. That was before we discovered there was asbestos inside the walls."

"Oh damn!" said Karen.

"Yeah, damn," said Sandra. "What do you suggest?"

"We could remove the asbestos, but it will take a lot of time, or we can tear it and build a new one. Quicker but, in the end, about the same price to decontaminate everything.

"And that... time is?"

"About a month, Sandra. Sorry. Having known..."

"Having known, you would have quoted on month more for the fix. Send me the new contract and do it, Miguel. Thank you," she said, then turning to Karen while Miguel walked away. "I guess I'll have to get back to Germany sooner. I can't conduct all my business from the hotel suite. Care to join me?"

"What? Going with you to Germany? But... The beach and... and I'll be alone in latex..." trailed off Karen. "I... I wish I could but I can't afford another trip. My plane tickets are already bought and I can't have them refunded or transferred. I'm sorry but I'll have to decline."

"No sweat, Karen. My treat."

"That's very generous of you but I can't accept it. If I go I pay and since I don't have the budget..."

"Oh you have the budget."

"What? How? There's a lower class than economy? What airline are you flying out of?"

"DHL."

"DHL? But... Isn't that... cargo?"

Sandra smiled.

"Let's go back to the hotel to pack. I have some business to take care of, like booking our flight. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

8 - Lift-off

They hopped into the taxi, Sandra in FULL latex, including a hood, while Karen had her head uncovered. This time, the driver didn't seemed to noticed.

"My usual driver," casually said Sandra.

He drove them up the driveway next to the garage where he got their suitcases out of the car before leaving.

"Coming? Our crated should be ready," she said.

"Crate?" mumbled Karen.

They entered the garage by a small service door. There, in the middle of it, two crates. One of them measured 50cm wide by 70cm long by 140cm tall. The other one had similar dimensions but was laying on the long side. Besides the long one, was a steel cage. Sandra went to the tall one and opened its side, held by hinges. It revealed a comfortable looking seat inside of it. She took place, sitting straight.

"See? This is how I travel. It's quite enjoyable," she said, showing where her ankles, legs, torso, neck, head and arms would be restrained, everything she could do herself. Under the "seat" was some reservoir and power modules or something similar.

"However," she said, pointing to the other crate, from which she lifted one of the large sides up, again on hinges, showing that it was empty, "mine was made to measure. We can't do that with yours, so you'll travel on a... generic one."

"I will be banged quite a lot in this," said Karen, looking at the large empty crate.

"No, that's what the cage is for. You'll be secured inside the cage and the cage will be put inside the crate."

"Uh, uh..." said Karen, unconvinced. "And... how long does takes DHL for that shippment?"

"Up to 5 days, depending on the amount of cargo. Usually between 3 and 4 days from pick-up to delivery".

"FOUR DAYS?" exclaimed Karen. "But... but... I will have to, you know... eat and pee and..."

"You'll be intubated."

"Uh what?"

"You'll have tubes going up her urethra for urine waist, another tube going up your butt for solid waist, although there should be minimum waste - oh right, you will have to undergo an enema before the setup - one tube down your throat for feeding and two tubes up your nostrils to insure good air flow because, well... that breathing stuff."

Karen was frozen, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"And... you?" she asked.

"Same thing, I do the intubation myself. I already performed my enema at the hotel. Don't worry, I had training done by medical professionals."

"I bet you have but there's still a problem: I'm locked. There's no access to my lower holes. Nice try frightening me up, it worked," she said, suddenly relaxed, knowing it was just a prank.

"I have the keys," simply said Sandra, dangling a small keyring between her thumb and index fingers, at head level.

"You what? How? All this was a setup?" asked Karen, pissed off, resting her hands on her hips..

"Why are you pissed off? You had fun, right?"

"Because you lied to me, Sandra!" firmly said Karen, moving forward trying to snatch the keys but Sandra was quicker.

"Relax, Karen. I only got them yesterday when we returned to the hotel. Yes, I had the courrier change the delivery, but it still took time. I never lied to you."

Karen raised an eyebrow.

"I never lied. I... omitted a few things..." said Sandra with a smirk. "So... wanna go the DHL way?"

Karen looked at the crates, at the cage with a definitive "not for me" look.

"You will be well... packed. No worries, I've done it myself and it's even more enjoyable than my crate, but it can't be done alone, hence my setup."

"I'm not sure... I mean..."

"Did I do you any harm so far?" asked Sandra.

"N...No. I wouldn't call it harm..." said Karen with a grin, trying to remember the Sea-Doo rides..

"Then trust me on that," said Sandra, confidently.

"Well... uh..." said Karen, still weighting the pros and cons, then switching to a very confident tone, as if she had made her decision: "okay, let's do this."

Sandra first proceeded with her own tube fitting, to show Karen how it's done, except for the mouth tube, since she still needed to talk. Karen's enema was then performed, then the lower tubes were inserted and the chastity locked in place over the large plugs filling the holes, while Karen was squirming. Not exactly comfortable, but not exactly non-enjoyable either.

Sandra then produced a hood. It was very thick and had a face molded out of it. It was closed by a very heavy zipper down the back. It had a molded mouth, complete with teeth and a tongue. It had just tiny holes about 5mm in diameter for the eyes, closed by some clear plastic disks.

Sandra forcefully slipped it over Karen's head. It was very thick rubber and it was definitely a tight fit even opened. While Karen, overwhelmed by the sudden enclosure of her head was coping with the heavy rubber filling her mouth, trapping her tongue and wrapping her lips, Sandra was struggling to close it, engulfing Karen's head even tighter.

She was almost blind and almost deaf now. That was a strange feeling, especially the crushing feeling over her head. She felt like she was in some alien planet or something.

Sandra put herself in front of her and continued with the intubing. First the nose tubes.

"Those, you won't like," she said as she pushed the soft tubing up her nostrils. Karen grunt, barely heard by the rubber filled mouth. No, she didn't liked it but once it was done, it wasn't so... bad. Then the dreadful feeding tube. She figured that having a tube shoved down her throat wouldn't be more enjoyable than the nose tubes and she was right. Disgusting.

"Swallow... swallow, swallow... that's it. Good. There' it's done. Let me just glue them in place."

Glue them in place? Why? Of course, she couldn't talk and now, with that tube down her throat, her vocal cords were useless. She couldn't even moan.

Restraints were added to her wrists, upper arms, thighs, knees and ankles as well as a wide collar. She barely noticed, lost in her thoughts, lost in the feeling of her highly squeezed head.

Sandra left her there and she used that time to put on her rubber head, running her latex coated fingers over her smooth head, feeling the tight rubber. Damn! That was actually arousing!

From her tiny eyeports, she saw Sandra coming back holding what looked like a bucket of paint.

"It's grease," said Sandra to her silent question, "so that the foam doesn't stick to the suit."

Foam? What was she talking about. Wouldn't she be put inside a cage? She couldn't ask. She would have to wait and see. In the meantime, Sandra coated her latex body with a good coat of that grease.

She then directed her to the cage, opening the top and helping her to get down on her knees, getting on all four. Fortunately, some kind of foam pads were under her knees making it more comfortable. Sandra added a steel bar though the cage, passing it though the rear ring of her collar and fastened the bar to the vertical bars of the cage on each side. That secured her neck in place. No way to move it up or down, although she could wiggle it sideways with a little play.

She added another bar over her ankles, again though the rings of the restraints and secured it to the cage. Same thing over her lower legs at the knee level. Another bar in front of her thighs and another one behind her thighs. One over her back and one under her waist, grabbing her wrist cuffs at the same time, forcing her arms up with her elbows over her back. Finally, a last bar was put in the middle of her back, grabbing the elbow cuffs at the same time.

Sandra took a step back, sort of proud of the setup. However, she could see that Karen was struggling with her neck being held, all the weight of her head and upper body on it.So she added one more bar under Karen's chest to relief her obviously straining neck.

"Perfect," she said as she got the sides and tops of the crate up and screwed them in place. She only kept one side opened. She went to a shelf of the garage and returned with a bunch of containers, one of them labeled "nutrient broth", another one "water", another one "waist", and she put them at different places near the cage inside the crate, linking different hoses to the different... ports... on Karen's crotch and head.

Finally, she closed the last panel.

Karen was in the dark and she was struggling. That was not what she expected as a setup. She could barely move but it was in no way a comfortable position to keep for four days! She tried to complain but it apparently, Sandra stayed of ice, not seeing or not "listening".

She heard a strange noise, like air. Bubbly air. She felt something touch her feet, pushing slightly on it, but she was able to push back. Then the feeling grew over her full leg, then her thighs. It was all over her and it was getting hotter. Then she figured that this was the foam Sandra was talking about: she would be encased in expanding foam. She felt the substance creep over her body as it expanded. She had a little rush of panic when her head was engulfed but since she could still easily breath, the panic subsided but the feeling of being buried alive didn't, as the foam expanded and got tighter. A lot tighter. Way tighter than she expected, which was a good thing because... the tighter, the better.

Sandra was watching the foam expand thought the overflow/overpressure holes of the crate. She cut the excess of foam once cured, which took about 15 minutes, and with a satisfied grin, she took place in her own crate, securing her legs, her thighs, her waist, torso, chest and arms into the chair's restraints, leaving one arm free to pull and close the lid, securing it from the inside. She plugged her air and feeding tubes, setup the little computer in front of her and secured her last arm, the computer activating a magnet to secured her in place. At the same time, it inflated air bladders that filled the empty space of the crate, squishing her against her seat. She couldn't move much and she would not be free before 80 hours, assuming the crate has been still for at least two hours after that time period. If it was still moving, it meant that the deliver was not completed. Once all movements had stopped for two hours, only then she would be released and the bladder would deflate, putting an uncertainty into the setup that rendered it even more fun.

Each time she tried to move, she was reminded of how tight she was secured inside her expanded foam filled cage. Damn, that was so arousing. She wished the plugs Sandra had put in her would vibrate or something to, you know... have fun.

She felt a jolt. The crate was moving. Someone was picking her up. A jolt to one side, a jolt to the other side, one jolt up, one from the right, a hard "landing" and it was calm for a few minutes before a more constant shaking began. They had been loaded into a truck and were on the road.

That's when things became interesting. Yes, the plugs were vibrating... with some motion detector! By the time everything stopped, she was hot as hell but didn't had enough to orgasm. But that was a good sign and she was eager to board the plane. She figured it would be even better in the air.

But in the meantime, waiting in the warehouse, all her toys were completely flatlined. She had no way to tell time apart form her body straining in her rigidity. She wished she could move a little, even if it was just to make things interesting but she was literally frozen in place.

She felt warm and cozy and now, her whole body was supported. It was still not the most comfortable position but she couldn't move at all.

She was pissed against Sandra for such a setup. At least, she could have made it... interesting.

"I guess she's having a good time," thought Karen.

But in her own crate, everything was silent. Sandra had the same toy setup arrangement. Nothing until the crate moves.

There was a jolt. She was being picked up.

"Finally, to the airplane," she thought as she was jolted around, and not with lots of care. After all, she was just one more crate amidst the rest of the cargo. The movement of the crate triggered her toys which began to vibrate and hump, arousing her. She knew it was just the beginning. Something felt weird. She had no way to tell if she was turning right, left or going up or down, and being squeezed by all that foam, made any feeling of position weird, but, yes, something was weirder. Was she... on her side? Felt like it.

There was another long time still, while they packed the rest of the plane, then the taxiing to the runway and finally, the strong acceleration, the speed and the lift-off. Thanks to sensors hacking with the flight systems, to read only, never to write, mind you. the system knew the speed, the altitude, the pitch or roll of the aircraft and it was then transmitted to the joy computer, which altered the firing pattern accordingly.

Her arousal grew, stronger and stronger. A little plateau here, then another climb. Oh damn! One more vibration, one more humping. She thought that, on day, she should some electrical stimuli. Now the butt and crotch toys were playing alternatively. Front them back, then front, them back, then a pause. Then her breathing was cut off, then it was on again with both toys! Damn! She hated and loved whoever programmed it, which was an acquaintance of hers named Pete. And since the system was reading from the airplane, the target altitude was also monitored to synchronize everything with it.

Perfectly on time, the maximum speed and the maximum altitude were reached, which culminated from all the teasing she had, with the release of one powerful orgasm.

Karen was frustrated and at the same time glad that she was encased in such a severe setup. Frustrated because the orgasm would have been more powerful, and glad because right now, she would be launching toward the stars! The orgasm hit almost as if it came out of nowhere. Yes, there was the stimuli, but she couldn't associate it with anything. She was in full darkness so why was the toys acting that way? Yes, she was feeling the plane move but, was it up, down, sideways? She could hardly tell, completely immobile... on her side. Somehow, she had not been put right side up, but on her right side. Apparently an 'UP_ARROW' on the side of a box is not always followed by the transporter meaning that she was totally disoriented, which made the whole experience even more special.

The plane was faster, which made the vibration also go faster. The plane was going higher, which made the humping of the toys harder, all while she was still orgasming, only increasing its power, its length.

Her eyes were closed but they nonetheless rolled backward as the third orgasm fired, on top of the first two that weren't even finished. The pleasure wave ran through her body. Every cell of her body was experiencing it. She had had powerful orgasms before, always tied up, but this one, or rather these ones? Oh damn!

The plane finally reached its cruising altitude an speed which also made the toys to calm down although the ride was still bumpy. They were activated on the changes, not the actual value. It allowed her to relax, to catch her breath. Oh damn! That had been so good. She couldn't believe that being that much restrained would have increase the power by that much. She would try to reproduce this but... how? She had no way to do that by herself. She would have to find help. She began to imagine, to think, that her next vacation would be with Sandra, on that island, in that house on top of the hill... restrained, teased and tormented.

Relaxed and satisfied, she began to dream while she fell asleep. But it didn't last long. Maybe just an hour or so before the toys became alive again. Were they climbing again? Going faster? Damn, what kind of cargo plane was that. The teasing was rather tame compared to the first one.

She was reaching her second orgasm when she felt a hard jolt, which made her explode, thrusting herself against her tight confinement as the orgasm engulfed her. When she sort of came back to reality, she realised they had landed. But where? Certainly not in Germany, that flight should take 10 hours or so. Or time did flew by.

After the plane rolled down the runway and stopped, there was again a moment of calm before her crate was picked up and put right side up t his time. That was some relief. She felt carried away and... left there. She couldn't be at destination or she had been out for many, many hours. A layover, probably, a change of plane.

No sense of time. No sense of day, except the cold liquid she would feel in her stomach from time to time, keeping her nourished. Finally, she was picket up again and shortly after, she felt the same thing as the first time: they were taking off. But that ride felt different. Yes, she was in a bigger airplane. A lot bigger with a smoother ride. But the climbing and the acceleration was just as bad if not worst, or better, depending on the point of view.

She exploded again. Only two times but it was such a rush that she passed out from exhaustion. Oh well, that leg of the trip should last quite a few hours. Many hours.

9 - Landing

Everything has been calm. Sort of. She was awakened a few times when she felt something being pumped into her stomach or her bladder being emptied, but otherwise, the toys were calm, apart for a few vibrations here and there. The devices were taking good care of her. She was passing from being awake to semi-sleeping, to thinking, to having this ear worm of the last song stuck in her head.

Then the vibration started, faint and steady. They were going down. One step, two steps, three steps. They began to slow down. All of this created a difference in the readings, and the more the difference, the more the teasing.

And nearing the end of the trip, the plane was going down faster, and slowing down even more. Oh fuck! Yeah, she was being fucked and screwed and breath controlled and brainwashed by the pleasure. She wanted it. No, she hated it. No, she wanted more. Well, not that much. Yes that much! One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms. She thought she would pass out when they touched down and all the devices seemed to release all they had left of energy into her, at the same time, triggering something she never thought possible, something her brain couldn't cope with. She lost it, but full of pleasure, she dreamed.

She was in a large mansion. She was moving, walking but she was impaired with heavy chains on her ankles and knees. She could feel heavy and large toys inside her crotch. She tried to take a deep breath but something prevented it. Well, two things. Something was restricting her breathing and something else was restricting her chest from expanding: a bubbler bottle and a crushing corset.

She was carrying some tray with glasses on it. She had to be careful. Any spill would be punished. Perhaps it would have been a good idea of NOT filling them to the brim. Or maybe, she wanted to get punished. Was forced orgasms a punishment or a reward? Depends on how it's administered, right?

Both way, it was... fun. She ponder how she would be restrained for that punishment. Will it be mild or extreme. As she reached whoever she was working for, she sort of recognised one of them, a short blond woman wearing a red latex catsuit. Sandra? Well, of course it was Sandra. Who else could it be? But that other person. Another woman. She was sure she had seen her before, but where?

As Sandra looked at the mess at the bottom of the serving tray she frowned and the other guest smiled and giggled. She recognised it. It was the woman from the airport. Oh, she had suddenly changed into her TSA uniform. That bitch! This was all her fault.

"Do you need those keys?" she said, holding a ring of keys with a large TSA keyring.

Karen tried to fetch it but her arms were tied together in her back, so she couldn't grab them.

"Fuck you!" she screamed through her helmet as Sandra closed the gate of the cage.**

"Don't tell me you didn't like it," said the TSA woman suddenly appearing behind Sandra, who was laughing.

The scene became black as she tried to open her eyes. Where was she? What was going on? Why couldn't she moved... Oh right... She was packed. Well, that had been a weird dream and she also felt herself all warm and wet down there.

**Just remember, folks, before commenting that this makes no sense, as how could have she poured the drinks with her arms in her back and how she's so fast inside the cage: that was a dream. Dreams do not follow logic.

A jolt. She was being picked up. She was carried into something else. Another plane? Was that just another stop? Well, the trip was bumpy, probably another small plane but she was being thrown left right, forward backward too much. This had to be a delivery truck. Travel, then stop. Travel and another stop. At one of these stops, it would be her turn to be unloaded. In the meantime, all those jolts were wrecking havoc. She was having so much teasing but not what was needed for another orgasm, or she was simply too tired to get one.

Inside her crate, Sandra wasn't feeling much better. That had been one hell of a trip. She was used to it alright but each trips was different. She remembered the time when there was heavy turbulence non-stop for something like half the flight. She was still unconscious when it was her time to get out. This flight had been a mild one.

Maybe she should pay for first class tickets from time to time, she had the money after all. Nah, it was not a money issue, it was a pleasure issue. Yes the solution would be to have her own private plane but it was a waste of money and too trashy for the environment.

Now, all she had to do was wait for the timer to reset and her magnetic restraints to release her. Two hours later, she felt the bladder squishing her on her seat deflate. She freed herself slowly then opened the door of the crate and slowly got out, crawling on all four, panting, smiling. What a way to travel!

She took some time to get her limbs to work properly before unscrewing Karen's crate. She smiled: she could see nothing but foam but with the help of the small OLED display on the side of the crate, she knew Karen was alright.

After pulling her feeding tube out, which would allow her to speak, she began to tear off the foam while talking to Karen, reassuring her that she was coming. It took her close to an hour to finally free Karen. When done, bits of foam were floating everywhere, sticking through static charges to her suit and everywhere.

From her point of view, Karen finally began to see light as Sandra was pulling the foam away. She was hearing her but it was well dampened by the layers of latex and foam. Still, it was reassuring that the trip was over. She was finally able to move. Sort of. She was still very well tied up in her cage. Finally, her cuffs were unlinked and she was free to move, but her body wouldn't. She was cramped.

"Take your time," said Sandra. "It's a fun way to travel but the arrival is troublesome," she said, giggling a little.

Slowly, Karen stretched her limbs, slowly regaining control on them. She climbed out of the cage and into the floor of what looked like a garage. In the meantime, Sandra was clearing the space, sweeping the foam bits into a trash bin, but there was still little fragments sticking everywhere.

"Oh, good, you can stand up. Stay there, this will help with the cleaning," said Sandra grabbing the hose of a... power washer?

Before Karen could react, after all, she was still stiff, she was hit with a powerful jet of water. The latex was protecting her skin but she could still feel the pressure and it was... good. Like a massage. Slowly, she turned around to expose all her surface. When it was done, Sandra handed her the handle.

"Now, my turn."

Karen pushed the trigger and made a few steps backward. She was unprepared for the kick back, especially in ballet heels. She aimed at Sandra and began to clear her suit from the foam bits. In the end, the floor of the garage was wet with pieces of foam everywhere.

Sandra approached her with short chains, linking her ankles and her wrists in front of her.

"The squeegee is over there, the broom and the dust bucket are here and the trash can is right there," said Sandra, pointing at the devices. "You clean this up and when done, come see me."

Karen stood there, dumbfounded... and liking it. She began to work, feeling the tight latex around her body, straining against her corset, feeling the toys move inside her. She could live with that. She could live like that.

10 - The Proposal

The floor of the garage was now perfectly cleaned, probably even cleaner than when she arrived. And she was aroused as hell! All those movements, the restriction caused by her chains, the collar limiting her head movements, the weight of all that steel, the struggle with the corset, the large toys still inside her, all of that had made her hot, ready for another orgasm. Damn, she had had so many while in the crate, she thought she would be okay without any sex for the next few months if not years but the teasing just brought the desire back.

After putting the tools away, she looked for the exit of the garage. Sandra had told her to go see her when done but... where was she?

She walked out, into the sunlight on a large patio with a large in-ground pool. Judging by the Sun's position, it was late afternoon. Sandra was there, resting, floating on an inflatable chair in the middle of the pool.

"Oh, you're through cleaning the garage?"

Karen nodded yes. She was still fully intubated.

"Hold on a minute," she said, letting herself roll off the chair, into the water to swim to the nearest ladder. She was still in full gear, including the chastity belt and ballet boots. She easily climbed off the pool and carefully began to walk toward Karen.

"I have to be careful with these on the wet concrete," she said, pointing a finger down to her feet. "Okay, let's go inside, I'll show you the kitchen."

The kitchen? thought Karen. Why? She followed her, puzzled. Sandra led her inside the luxury house. The kitchen was something to dream for with lots of counter space to make gorgeous meals, but there was something different: attachments points. There were rings everywhere, from the base of the cabinets, under the countertops, on the backsplash, on the lower parts of the upper cabinets, on top of the cabinets and on the ceiling. There was at least one ring every 30cm!

Their use was evident as Karen was quickly chained to the middle of the countertop with a long chain, giving her enough room to reach both ends of the countertop, including the refrigerator and the stove. Sandra linked her still bound wrists to her chastity belt with a chain long enough so that she could "work" but nothing more.

"I went to the grocery store while you were sweeping the floor and only bought the strict minimum for tonight, for a light tuna salad. Just get to it." she firmly said.

Karen turned to her with a puzzled look.

"What?" said Sandra. "Do you think that your stay here would be for free? Get to work."

Karen went to work, cutting the lettuce and other vegetables, preparing the tuna and the other ingredients to make a large bowl of salad, enough for two. Sandra came back some time later.

"That's nice but... why so much? Are you expecting someone?"

Karen pointed at herself and at her feeding tube.

"Ah, ha, nice try but... no. You're on the broth diet."

Karen looked at her with a slightly slanted head in a "are you fucking serious?" way.

Sandra simply smiled, served herself a large bowl of salad and gave Karen a tube of paste.

"Just stick it to your feeding tube and squeeze it."

She then sat at the table, eating her salad while watching the news on the TV hung to the wall of the kitchen.

Karen tried to protest but she wasn't in a position do do much. She was still tied to the countertop after all. She put the tube of feeding paste to her feeding tube and squeezed it.

"Good," said Sandra once she was done. "That was very good. Now, let me show you the guest's room," she said, unlinking Karen's chain and leading her to a room of the house. When the door was opened, Karen froze. This? The guest's room?

It was, put plain and simple, a bondage dungeon, with bondage tables, X-frames, cages, bondage stands, whipping stands. Karen turned to Sandra, very well puzzled. What the hell was all this about? Why did she invited her in Germany in the first place was beginning to sound sketchy. She faced her, trying to cross her arms but with her chained wrists she was struggling to take a determined "explain!" pose.

Sandra giggled then became serious.

"Okay. Question: how do you like it... like that? Would you like to be constantly in bondage, sleep tied up, being teased and tormented all the time, while serving a... master at his home but also when she travels?"

Karen didn't answer. This was something to think about.

"I usually have a personal assistant," said Sandra. "It's a contracted job for one year at a time. After three years, my previous personal assistant didn't renew and I've been out of an assistant for six months now. I'm offering you the job. What do you think? Interested?"

Karen froze. What was that? What should she do? She had questions to ask but she couldn't speak. Already, Sandra knew the drill and handed her a small dry-erasable board.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" asked Karen, totally stunned.

Sandra smiled reading the question.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was obvious. I have a business to run and I need an assistant, so I'm offering you the job. I look you up: you are an administrative assistant and you just got your degree in accounting and finances, which is perfect for my business. I have a BnB to take care of, no, not Bed and Breakfast but Bed and Bondage. I need someone to run errands for me, to take care of that BnB. I also recently acquired two fetish boutiques that I need the accounting kept in order, where your skills would be needed. Don't worry, I already called your current employer for references.

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Karen moved forward in an obvious "You did WHAT???"

"He seemed distraught. Apparently, he doesn't want to let you go that easy, but I said this was temporary. Sort of," she said, giggling. "It all depends on you,"

Karen's head was boiling. What the heck was that? What was happening. Was it a nightmare or dream come true? She showed her bound hands.

"Of course, I can't let go out chained up so you'd be free... from bondage, not from your setup. Don't worry, the employees are already familiar with it.

"What's the catch?" wrote Karen.

"There's no catch," answered Sandra. "It is what it is," she said, showing herself and pointing at Karen. "This is... it. Latex, bondage, teasing, denial and orgasmic pleasures. When here, what I call base camp, you'll help with the BnB, often playing Dom with the guests, or being a fellow sub with them. Of course, you will be tidying it up after every visit, in due restraints of course.

You'll also follow me in my travels, unless it would be too much problems having a bound latex slave with me. In those cases, I'll travel alone and you'll stay here or at the Tropical Resort, properly restrained. You do good deeds, you get rewards. You do bad deeds, you get what you deserve."

"How about you?" wrote Karen.

"Me? Oh, I have the same rules. If I do something bad, you get to... have fun with me. Oh, just so you know, the vacbed, for me, is not a punishment, it's a reward."

Sandra could see Karen's eyes bulge under her hood.

"Oh? Did I touched something?"

Karen nodded a small yes. She always wondered how a vacbed felt. Sandra led her to a low table, about 20cm off the floor. "This is it," showing a large shiny black rubber sheet surrounded by tubes. "Want to try it?"

Karen was shaking. What the hell was all that? She needed to think about it, to call her boss... or is it her former boss? She didn't signed anything... or did she when she accepted the latex outfit? And... oh damn, that vacbed. She slowly opened the bag.

"Go ahead, go in?" said Sandra. "Let me help you. It's always difficult the first time."

A few moments later, Karen was inside and Sandra was pulling the top sheet over her breathing tube before sealing it shut.

"I'm giving you the week to think about my offer. If at any time, you want out, just say so and I'll remove everything and you'll be free to go back home, first class, at my expense. You have nothing to lose."

Sandra pressed a button and some sort of pump noise was heard.

"I use a vacuum pump instead of the classic vacuum cleaner. Slower but less noisy. It will give you the time to settle in."

Karen felt the latex over her slowly fall down on her body, getting tighter.

"Oh, I forgot. I couldn't figure out how to set up the timer for the vacuum pump for less than two hours, and once on, it can't be stopped. Think about my offer," said Sandra as the rubber began to close around Karen's body, pinning her down.

"Think about my offer."

Karen nodded yes and a few moments later, the world was collapsing around her as the layers of latex engulfed her, limiting her movements. Oh, she could move but it was like being inside a bag filled with elastic bands, pulling you back where you were before. Then the toys became alive. Oh darn! As the orgasm grew, the thought about Sandra's proposal, of becoming her personal assistant, a very politically correct term for her becoming a rubber sex slave.

As the orgasm exploded inside her, she had made her mind.

(c) monsterp63

September 6, 2025