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Mexico, Bound Again
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Mexico, Bound Again
When the two were in the office, Lacy took Stacy to the couch and tied off
her leg ironed feet, and went into Jim's office to see if he was there. He
wasn't, and there was no note as to where he was. Lacy hung up the clothes
that they had bought, took the ball gag out of her purse and covered it with
Saran Wrap, and went in to see Stacy. "I have some typing to do," she said,
"Jim will be back in a while, I'm sure."
Stacy, knowing that she was to be gagged, pouted. "I'll be quiet, really,"
she said.
"Now Stacy, you can appreciate that if you shouted after someone called in,
especially if that someone were the police,with whom we frequently deal, that
would create an awkward situation for us," said Lacy. She moved forward.
Stacy, knowing that protest would only bring rougher treatment, and
knowing that Lacy best not know of her true status, opened her mouth widely to
receive the ball-gag. At least Lacy had been kind enough to spare her the
harness ball gag, which Stacy, through her one experience, was not at all fond
of. After Lacy had placed the ball well behind Stacy's white teeth, she
buckled the strap tightly at the nape of her neck. In addition, she took the
collar with the chain attached from behind the couch and locked it around
Stacy's neck, under her blonde hair.
With Stacy secured in a manner that she knew Jim would approve of, Lacy set
about some of the work that she had planned to do that afternoon before the
impromptu shopping trip cropped up. Stacy heard her make several calls on the
phone, and type quite a bit on the word processor, and do other jobs that need
to be done at an office. After about thirty minutes had passed, Jim returned.
He greeted Lacy, and Stacy heard her tell him about the shopping trip, and what
they had purchased.
Jim walked into the office where she was tied, and remarked approvingly at
the outfit that Stacy wore. He helped her sit up, and examined her bondage and
tested it security. "You're learning, Lacy, but I think that a little more
practice on the receiving end might do you good," said Jim.
Jim took a quick look at the other outfits that they had bought, and at
the teddy that Stacy had chosen. "My compliments on your taste, young lady,"
he said.
"I liked that teddy so much that I bought one myself," said Lacy.
"Why don't you go ahead and put it on now?" asked Jim.
"Well, I could," Lacy said.
"Do," said Jim, "I have a new strap set that I want to try out on you that
I bought for Stacy for the trip to Mexico."
"Hold it a minute, before I let you truss me up, I have a little more to
get done, and so do you," said Lacy.
"OK," said Jim. "Go ahead, but when you finish, put it on, and get the
package in my office and bring it in here for a demonstration."
Stacy watched all this a little surprised. It did not seem as though Lacy
and Jim had anything going besides a friendship, but usually a boss does not
ask his secretary to put on a sexy outfit to try on a new bondage device during
business hours.
Lacy left to attend to her duties, and Jim sat down next to Stacy. His
hand stroked her breast, which he could see through her blouse was in erection.
The nipple, funneled through the open-tipped bra, was electrified at his touch.
Stacy writhed and moaned into her ball-gag. Her bonds, being well placed,
barely prevented her from falling off the couch in her reaction to his touch.
Jim steadied her, and held her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before he
silently left the room. Phone calls, typewriters, and one visitor constituted
the sounds that Stacy heard. Stacy tried to calm herself by breathing
regularly and deeply though her nose. If this is how she would react to one
touch from Jim, what would happen if she slept with him? At least then, she
hoped, she would not be wearing that insidious bra!
At about 5:30 Jim wandered into the office where Stacy was tied up, and sat
down. "Hey Lacy," he said, "Let's knock off."
"OK, Jim, give me five minutes," Stacy heard Lacy call from the front
office. While she was gone, Jim untied Stacy's ankles, but left her leg irons
on. Next, he unlocked the collar that encircled Stacy's throat, and unbuckled
her ball gag.
After Stacy had stretched her jaw, she said, "When will we be going back to
the airport?"
"Not too long," said Jim. "Stand up and walk around a little." Stacy did
so. Even though her hands were still tightly crossed with ropes at the small
of her back, her circulation to the hands had not been impeded. Lacy obviously
had had some practice at this. Jim, seeing her wrist bindings, said, "Here,
let's 'cuff you up instead."
Stacy did not object, because handcuffs were really more comfortable, if
they were not placed on cruelly tight and she did not have to manipulate her
wrists in anyway. Jim took out a pair of leg irons and snapped them above her
elbows for security, then he proceeded to untie her wrists. When this was
done, Stacy was left with her wrists untied and the leg irons clasped over her
elbows. She experimented to see the freedom (or lack of it) that she had. Her
elbows were only slightly drawn back, but she could not put her hands together
in front of her or do much else at all. Her attempts were quickly halted as
Jim took her wrists behind her and handcuffed them.
There was a bump out in the reception area, and both of the went out to
see. They were met with quite a sight. Lacy had donned the sexy lingerie that
she had purchased that afternoon. She had also leg-ironed and handcuffed
herself. A ball-gag was strapped tightly into her mouth, and behind her back,
she carried the package that Jim had asked her to bring in. The final touch,
however, was that she had blindfolded herself with several turns of a white
cotton band. Jim laughed and quickly went to rescue her. Without her eyes or
hands to guide her, she had become disoriented and had gone into a corner, and
could not find her way out of it. Jim took her by both shoulders and slowly
guided her into the office where they had kept Stacy.
"She really got herself in a bind," said Stacy.
"Speaking of a bind," said Jim, "I have several items to show you that
we'll try out on our all too willing model here." Jim relieved Lacy of the
package that she bore tenuously with her handcuffed hands. Lacy stood in
bondage while Jim opened the package and Stacy curiously looked on. The open
package revealed a mass of leather straps that were neatly bound for traveling.
Jim pulled out the largest one. "This is called 'the web'," he said.
He unrolled it. It looked like an octopus of leather bindings. He moved
toward Lacy. A circular ring was placed on her chest, and straps ran from it
over her shoulders and down her back. Also, straps ran to the outside of her
arms, and buckled behind her back. In all, there were six straps that ran
around her body to her back, and one strap that ran down through her crotch,
ran through her handcuffs and and buckled at the base of her spine. Jim put
the web on and buckled all the straps loosely at first to make sure that it was
on proportionately, then he methodically went around to each strap and
tightened each one as tight as it would go, and slid the buckle in its keeper.
"My God, you don't expect to bind me in that, do you?" asked Stacy.
"Certainly, It's a great way to make an impression in a courtroom," said
Jim.
"You've got to be kidding me, If I go to a courtroom strapped up in that
thing, I am sure to be found guilty!"
"Not necessarily," said Jim. "I have a lot of experience in these matters.
At any rate, the choice is not yours. Now, do you want to see the rest of
these items, or do would you like them to be a surprise when I truss you up in
them?"
Stacy ignored his question. "Anyway, that may fit well on me in the teddy,
but the only other clothes that I have are the white cotton dress and the
business suit with the silk blouse. You really can't fit a crotch strap
through those."
"Sure I can, we'll just hike up your dress or skirt, run the strap through,
and the pull the dress down as far as it will go," replied Jim.
"That would be obscene!" cried Stacy.
"Look, the Mexican magistrates love seeing blonde women in states of utter
helplessness. I have worked in this area a long time. If you weren't tied so
tightly, then anyone with this organization would immediately consider it a
dead giveaway that you weren't a prisoner of the Mexican government. That
means that for arrival into Mexico, we really have to make a big bondage
impact, and maybe even get your picture in the Mexican press. That would
almost certainly draw out the people that we want."
"Don't tell me that you are going to strap me into that web for the trip on
the plane!"
"No, but I think that to deplane we should put you in it. That reminds me.
I need to call my press photo friend in Mexico City and make sure he gets shots
of us as we get off. Just a minute."
Jim left the room, and dialed a number. Stacy heard him speaking in
Spanish. She regarded the silently bound Lacy. "Is that thing too
uncomfortable?" asked Stacy to her.
Lacy struggled a little bit, shrugged her shoulders as well as she could,
and shook her head, as if to say, "Not too bad."
"It looks just awful to me," said Stacy. "I don't see how you can stand
it." Jim returned to the room.
"There," he said. "It's all set up! Now, ready for the next item?" he
asked Stacy.
"I'm sure that I really just can't wait," replied Stacy acidly.
Jim took out a plastic bag with something black but indiscernible in it.
He pulled it out, and it proved to be a three inch wide thick black leather
strap with what appeared to be a three and a half inch blackjack centered in
the middle of it. Jim tested the rod that would be inserted in Stacy's mouth
and she recoiled in horror.
"Hey really, a ball-gag is bad enough, but that looks positively obscene!"
she protested.
"All the better to photograph you in," said Jim, with a smile. He came
over and strapped it around her neck, Stacy held her mouth tightly shut
unnecessarily to prevent its invasion, and Jim did not see this, either did the
laced up Lacy, who fidgeted ineffectively within a small circumference in her
webbing and chains.
"You see," Jim continued, "One of my central ploys in this case is to
exploit your bondage in the Mexican press as much as possible. I am sure that
your photo, in bondage, transmitted through the Mexican newspapers will draw
out the people that kidnapped you and who have Mrs. Wentworth bound in some
dungeon at this very minute."
"I really think that just handcuffs is enough," pleaded Stacy.
"Not at all!" said Jim. "The Mexican press just go wild when a beautiful
gringa is lead about in bondage as a result of a sensationalistic trial, such
as the kidnapping of an American heiress. No arguments now. There is no
turning back. I'll spare you the gag for a while. Enjoy it, because in a few
minutes, until we get to the hotel in Mexico, and even a while after, you'll
have this friend down your throat and strapped around your neck. But, you'll
get use to it," Jim said, standing behind her, buckling the gag up against her
throat.
"I'm sure that I will," sulked Stacy. "This is convenient plan that you've
chosen at my expense."
Jim ignored her, and went up and took Lacy by the hair and pulled up on the
strap at Lacy's lower back that down through her middle. She sharply intook
breath as he pulled upward, and pulling back on her hair, he guided her out of
the room. Stacy heard sounds of Lacy being unbuckled, but was disturbed that
for moments, she only heard sounds of Lacy moaning, without the sound of straps
loosening.
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