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The Den
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===== THE DEN =====
Well, you've found the den. A large, very comfortable-looking black
leather chair is next to a large oak desk. Tall bookcases adorn three of
the four walls; nude paintings grace the final one. Most of the women in
the paintings are in some sort of bondage: one with her arms securely
laced into a leather sheath behind her back, one with her wrists in heavy
leather cuffs attached to a wide shiny leather belt around her narrow waist,
her legs encased in a tight leather hobble skirt, a stunning nude blonde
secured to a post with dozens of tight leather straps.
There is a large plantpot hanging from a strong-looking hook
screwed firmly into the high ceiling. A three-foot-high step rests by the
bookcase, used to reach the high shelves. Getting any ideas?
As you stare at the beautiful brunette secured by the leather arm-
binder, you hear a noise behind you. A tall woman is coming at you. She's
wearing a shining black leather jumpsuit that clings tightly to every
gorgeous curve. She grabs your wrist; you try to twist away, but the lady
in leather is strong and lithe; she's not going to be easy to overpower.
You're at a great disadvantage; you cannot help but be aroused at her
beauty and the sexy leather outfit that's encasing her tall, supple body. The
leather clings to her body like it was painted on; you can almost see her
nipples as her large, firm breasts bulge out the tight leather. A wide
shiny patent leather belt is cinched tightly around her slender waist, and
hanging from the belt is a pair of wide patent leather wrist cuffs with two
buckles to secure them tightly around the wrist.
She's aware of the effect that her smooth leather outfit is having
on you, and is using it to full advantage. As you struggle to free your
wrists from her vice-like grip, she rubs her leather-clad body against
yours. You feel yourself weakening each time the soft leather touches your
skin. You can't let her reach those cuffs! Your gorgeous adversary is a
talented wrestler, and before you
can resist, she's thrown you to the floor, with her supple, leather-clad
body pinning you down. You struggle under the her weight, but you cannot
escape from the leather amazon pinning you to the floor.
Suddenly she slides off you to your side, and you realize that her
long, sexy legs are wrapped around your waist. She locks her ankles
together, and her muscular thighs start to exert tenacious pressure on your
captive body. Firm, powerful muscles under the smooth leather tighten and
squeeze like a leather python, forcing your breath out.
The relentless pressure of her strong, sexy legs is quickly
draining what little strength you have left, and you find yourself losing
the battle of the wrists. Once she buckles those strong leather cuffs
around your wrists, she could make you her helpless prisoner in seconds!
You cannot resist her as she uses both hands to buckle the sturdy
leather cuff around your left wrist. You try to remove the tight leather,
but a squeeze of her tight leather scissors distracts you. She slips on
the right cuff and quickly secures both buckles - now it's easy for her to
pull your captive wrists together and secure them. A padlock is expertly
slipped through the D-rings and locked. With a final squeeze, she unwraps
her strong legs from around your waist and stands up. You find yourself at
the feet of your captor, your wrists tightly secured in strong, shiny
patent leather cuffs.
The shiny patent leather moulds itself to your wrists and grips
them tightly, offering no hope of escape. If your leather captor hadn't
locked them together so tightly, you might be able to reach a buckle. She
doesn't give you that chance.
'You seem to be interested in leather bondage. Let's see if you
can get out of my restraints. My name is Monica - Mistress Monica to you!'
Monica introduces herself as she leads you by your captive wrists
to the waiting hook in the ceiling. Her powerful thighs have taken their
toll - you cannot struggle against her. She stands you on a chair as she
climbs the ladder to the ceiling hook. You get a close-up look at her
firm, round breasts as she stretches to attach your bound wrists securely
to the ceiling hook. Then she climbs down, and removes the chair you were
standing on. Now you're dangling by your leather-bound wrists, a foot off
the floor!
The shiny patent leather tightly buckled around your wrists grip
tenaciously, but are suprisingly comfortable. You gaze up at the tight
buckles helplessly: you could never reach them, and your hands are already
numb from the wide, shiny leather wrapped tightly around each wrist. As
you dangle helplessly, Monica proceeds to remove your clothing. Her expert
hands soon have you naked, still captive in the strong leather. She leaves
the room for a moment, letting you twist and struggle futilely as you
dangle helplessly. She soon returns, carrying more soft, supple leather.
The leather turns out to be a hobble skirt - Actually more like a
leg sheath. Monica slowly slides the soft, smooth leather up your legs.
The supple leather feels tremendous against your naked skin, but you
realize that it will hold you completely captive as soon as it is zipped in
place. The tall Amazon in black leather realizes the sensuous effect of
the leather, and lets it slowly slide up your legs, gradually getting more
and more restrictive as she works it higher and higher. When it reaches
your butt, it is getting VERY tight indeed. Then she slides it over your
butt and zips it closed around your waist.
Well, that just about does it for your legs. Leather Monica has
captured them completely in tight, suppple leather. You try to move them;
the soft leather squeezes them tightly together and makes them move as a
unit. The tight leather reminds you of Monica's powerful leather-clad
thighs wrapped tightly around your waist, squeezing you like the relentless
coils of a python until your strength was gone.
To finish the effect, Monica slips 5 inch patent leather high heels
on your feet. Between the heels and the leather, there's no way you could
even stand up, even if you weren't suspended a foot off the floor!
As your severely aroused cock strains against the tight smooth
leather of the leg sheath, Monica again disappears to let you struggle
in her unrelenting leather prison. All you can achieve is that the soft,
smooth leather slides over your erection as you struggle against its
unrelenting embrace. When she returns, she's carrying an evil-looking
chain ensemble.
'Let's try these on, shall we?' Monica's soft, sulty voice sounds
ominous. She slides the chair over and climbs up. Her sexy, leather-clad
body is close against yours as you both stand on the chair. Her
leather-bound breasts slide againt your chest as she adjusts the chain.
The feel of the soft, smooth leather against your skin makes you quiver.
She pinches a nipple, and clamps the steel teeth of the nipple clamp around
the sensitive part. PAIN! Then the other nipple. PAIN! then she adjusts
them even tighter, then adds a weight to the chain. PAIN! She twists a
switch on the weight, and it begins to vibrate. Then she gets off the
chair and removes it, suspending you once more from the ceiling. The nipple
clamps bite cruelly into your nipples, and the vibrating
weight pulls relentlessly, making the pain unbearable. The smooth, supple
leather tightly gripping your legs and thighs is giving you an incredible
erection. You're dangling helplessly a foot off the floor, suspended by the
strong leather cuffs tightly encircling your wrists. The amazon in black
leather is sitting in the chair, watching you swing, and listening to your
cries for mercy. Finally she replaces the chair, stands on the ladder
and releases the leather cuffs from the ceiling, her firm leather-covered
breasts once again brushing against your quivering body. She lets you down,
but as you suspected, the high heels and tight leather hobble skirt make
even standing almost impossible.
Monica pulls your arms behind you. You feel the embrace of more
smooth, supple leather gripping your arms as she slides a leather armbinder
on. Tighter and tighter it gets as the sensual leather Mistress pulls the
restraint up to your shoulders. She buckles the straps, and your arms are
totally encased in the grip of the leather, pulling them together behind your
back. Then she tightens the laces, pulling the leather tighter and tighter
around your captive arms. Once she is satisfied that you are completely
secure, she virtually carries you over to the leather chair. You sit on the
exquisite leather, your arms and legs captive in
smooth, shiny leather, your nipples aching from the relentless steel still
pinching them unmercifully. Monica attaches a leather strap to your ankles,
and feeds it through the chair to the armbinder. She secures it to the ring
on the end, and pulls it tight. Then she steps back to survey her work.
The lady in the smooth leather jumpsuit has captured you in a
prison of tight leather. The soft, supple leather hobble skirt tightly
grips your legs and thighs, your arms are pinned helplessly behind your
back by the firm grip of the leather sheath. The leather strap makes any
movement virually impossible. You come explosively as Monica laces your
head into a leather hood.
As the last of the spasms of orgasm die away, your leather captor
finishes lacing up the leather hood. She gives the strap pulling the
leather armbinder to your bound ankles one final tug, then adds adds a wide
leather strap aound your waist, as if you weren't already hopelessly bound!
Then she jerks the nipple clamps off your nipples - a fresh wave of pain
makes you struggle desparately against the leather bindings.
Monica has one more suprize - a large clamp that squeezes the
leather down over your still-aroused cock. Then she attaches a vibrator to
the clamp and turns it on.
As the vibrator forces involuntary spasms through your leather
bound body, you slowly realize that Monica has left. You hope that she's
coming back, for the supple leather holds you implacably in the chair.
Tight leather grips your arms and legs, and straps hold you immobile. The
tight leather hood removes all sight, and the built-in gag fills your
mouth, silencing any cries for help. Talk about helpless!
You second orgasm leaves you exhausted - you jerked and twisted
wildly within the firm grip of the leather as the spasms coursed through
your hopelessly trapped body. The vibrating clamp continues it's relentless
arousal of your tortured cock.
===== THE END =====
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