Now What? by Mikel (WebArchive)

How could this happen? Linda wondered to herself as she stood in the hallway of the building she lived in desperately trying to figure out what to do. The day had started like all the others, Linda got up and ate breakfast staring at the large blank canvas she was going to start working on. She sat thinking of more details for the painting she had in her mind smiling as the image in her head made her pussy get wet wishing she could live the way the women in the pictures she painted did. Linda painted fetish paintings, some were custom paintings that someone wanted her to do others, her best, were ones she came up with on her own and her paintings were in big demand. Her studio/apartment was originally rented because she had very little money and it was very cheap eventually becoming “chic” so she had stayed in it plus she loved the added benefits of living alone in an almost empty warehouse.

The building had been a warehouse in its past life, now it housed a small bakery downstairs and her studio, the rest was an empty, dusty wide open building that she often used for her own entertainment. Linda hadn’t tried to find a partner to share her bondage pastimes with since Cindy had treated her so badly. For the past year and a half she had practiced self bondage and self satisfaction getting very good at both. Linda would spend hours roaming around the upper floors of the warehouse bound and gagged with a tight blindfold making finding the door to her loft difficult. Her daring during her bondage had increased and now she liked to wear her tightest latex hobble dress over her old style girdles and stiff bras. She would strap her knees together under her dress before tightening the straps for the head harness that forced the large red ball into her mouth. Just before locking her hands behind her back she would pull the blindfold down buckling the lower strap tight blocking all light leaving her to roam around in her towering heels searching for the door to her apartment.

Linda finished her breakfast, sighing she went to her room and started to get dressed in her “painting” clothes changing her mind while she stood looking in the large mirror at her thin firm body. Linda went to her closet and searched through her latex and leather clothes trying to decide what she wanted to wear finally picking out a glossy black latex catsuit with feet and gloves an extremely tight long line girdle with firm cone shaped cups. The catsuit body had only two openings and they were for her nipples to push out of and worked perfectly with the bra since it would try reshape her ample breasts forcing her nipples to push hard into the ends of the cups. Linda had sewn into the inside of the cups small pads with sharp metal spikes that would pierce her nipples and after an hour or two the bra would become very uncomfortable. Linda often used her clothes and bondage to inspire her in her painting but really she just enjoyed being bound and making herself work wearing the restrictions and had spent days bound and gagged when the creative mood hit her adding items to her body as the hours passed...