Tightly Bound Bride 15 - leather helmet bondage story

It was early evening when the intercom from the main gate buzzed urgently. The downstairs maid answered. “Yes?” “Mary Edwards, please.” inquired the voice at the other end. “This is Ms. Erika’s Shultz’s residence.” the maid responded. “Mrs. Edwards died in a plane crash with her husband some months ago.” The voice answered with a tight laugh. “OK,” it answered. “I’ll play this game for a while. May I then speak to Ms. Shultz, then?” The maid hesitated, frowning. “I don’t know if Ms. Shultz is available, Madam.” she answered. “Well,” came the voice. “Tell Ms. Shultz that she either speaks with me, or the police.....its up to her. I’ll wait five minutes.” The maid answered “Yes, Madam.” and rushed to convey the message. In several minutes the electronic gate opened, and Cissi Miller drove up the long driveway, parked, and knocked on the door. Erika answered. “Yes? she inquired politely. “My name is Cissi Miller.” said the dark haired young woman at the door. “I am a good friend of Mary Edwards..formerly Edmonds. I was her Maid of Honor when she married James, and was her bondage Mistress before you were.” Erika’s eyes opened wide in surprise for a moment, but she kept calm. “What might I do for you, Miss Miller?” she asked. “I know for a fact that Mary didn’t die in that crash, and that you have kept her as a slave and defrauded James’ insurance company and his estate out of this house.” “Oh?” laughed Erika nervously. “What a silly story. However did you get that idea?” Cissi turned, and motioned to the car. Erika recoiled when she saw Maria, the little housemaid, get out and walk toward them. “Maria came to me with the whole story, which is taped and will be forwarded to the police just in case you were thinking of any rough stuff.” Cissi looked at Erika like she was smelling a dead animal in the road. “Now, may I come in?” she asked. “Uh....ye.....yes. Of course.” Erika stood back, and allowed Cissi and Maria to enter.

“Now,” began Cissi, “we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Erika started to speak, but Cissi held up her hand, and interrupted. “Shut up and listen, damn it!” Erika looked down, and fell silent. “We don’t want to make a big mess, if its not necessary. If Mary is O.K., and agrees with me, we won’t press charges, provided you get your ass out of this house in 15 minutes, go directly to the office of our attorney to sign papers admitting what you did, and relinquishing any claim over any of Mary’s holdings. Once this is done, I want you to disappear.” Cissi looked at Erika with contempt. “If we ever see, or hear from you again, we will see to it that you spend a long time in jail for fraud and kidnapping. Cissi walked past Erika, and turned. “Now, where is Mary?” Erika stood still for a moment, then her shoulders slumped in defeat. “In her cell.” she answered. “Do you know where that is?” Cissi asked Maria. “Yes. In the basement.” the maid answered. “Good, show me.” Cissi turned toward Erika. “You stay here.” Erika nodded. She was no longer the tall, proud dominant, but seemed small, frail and beaten as she sat on the living room sofa and awaited her fate.

Cissi followed Maria as the two women quickly descended into the cool basement of the mansion. At the end of a corridor was a heavy oak door. It was bolted from the outside, but was not locked. Maria pulled back the bolt, and the door swung open, revealing a small cell at the other end of a room full of bondage and torture devices of all types. There was a black object in the cell that the girls assumed was Mary, but it was impossible to tell. The object was a smallish black box banded in steel, with stout hasps and locks. A leather discipline helmet protruded from a neck sized hole in the box. The helmet was surrounded by a black steel cage which fitting tightly around the leather, and kept the helmet rigidly in place. There was no sound, and absolutely no movement. “Is that her?” asked Cissi of Maria. “I don’t know.” answered Maria. “It’s possible that the box is empty, and Samantha has Mary in bondage elsewhere in the house.” Maria spotted the key box on the wall, and began searching for the keys to the cell and bondage box. “Samantha treats Mary like her personal bondage toy, and there is no telling where she might be, or what is being done to her.” She had a tear in her eye when she looked at Cissi. “That’s why I called you.” Cissi nodded in understanding.

Once Maria had the key she quickly opened the cell, and rushed over to the inanimate black object. She touched the iron and leather encased object that she assumed was someone’s head. “It’s warm.” she said, “Someone is inside this thing.” Maria quickly matched keys and locks and in short order had the steel cage unlocked. The head moved slightly, and a soft humming sound escaped the thick leather padding. Other keys opened the locks on the box, and the hasps came open, followed quickly by the two panels which contained the semi-circles framing the captives neck. As the boxes’ interior came into view, they could see that the occupant was a female. The leather helmet was locked by a wide leather collar. The girl’s torso was bound into a tight ball by a number of leather straps. Her arms where bound together elbow to elbow inside a leather single glove, the end of which was strapped to her bound ankles. The girl’s body was covered in a thin black rubber “catsuit” which had built in feet and fingerless mitts at the ends of the arms. The black rubber disappeared underneath the leather collar, and Cissi assumed that the girl’s head was covered by a built-in rubber hood. Maria quickly undid the straps binding the girl’s body to her doubled up legs, releasing her from the tight ball.

With a muffled groan the bound body unfolded. Cissi unlocked the collar, tore it off, then unlaced the thick leather helmet. It had no mouth or eye openings at all, just two small grommets at the nose where short breathing tubes protruded. When the helmet was loosened Cissi tugged it free, and tossed it aside. The head was covered in tight, seamless rubber. There was a zipper at the back of the head running down the entire back. The hood was formfitting and like the leather helmet had neither eye nor mouth holes. The girls breathing whistled softly through the stubby tubes under the nose. The black leather bulged noticeably over the mouth. “Some sort of gag.” thought Cissi as she reached for the zipper. She tugged the zipper all the way down the body, then roughly jerked the rubber hood over the top of the girl’s head. At that moment they could see that the girl was, in fact, Mary. Her body was slick with sweat, and her blond hair was wet and matted to her scalp. The girl opened her eyes, blinking against the sudden light and the sting of sweat. The eyes were dull and lifeless from hours of being tightly blindfolded, gagged and hooded, but suddenly focused and grew wide with surprise when they saw Cissi. “MMMMMMPPPPHHHH!” she said, “UrrrrrrruuuUUUMMMPPP!” Mary’s lower face was wrapped in thin, extremely sticky tape which covered a stretchy bandage which had been wound tightly around Mary’s face below her nose.

After the tape was cut and the bandage unwrapped the girls discovered that Mary’s mouth was stretched wide open, and that a large, soft pad was wedged between her teeth. Cissi pried out the soggy wadding, only to discover a thin silk scarf that had been pulled so tight between Mary’s teeth that it pulled back the corners of her mouth into a harsh grin. The scarf was tied with the knot inside Mary’s mouth. Once it was untied, Cissi found more soft packing. She reached two fingers into her friends mouth, and pulled out the drool soaked cloth. Mary licked her lips. “How on earth.....?” she gasped. While Cissi had been working on the awful gag, Maria had been unfastening the single glove, and other tightly buckled straps. The two women helped Mary unsteadily to her feet, and Cissi grasped her friend in a long, emotional hug. “Oh, Mary!” exclaimed Cissi, “I’m so sorry that I didn’t come sooner....I thought you were dead.” “It’s not your fault.” cried Mary in happiness. “You had no reason to doubt the police report.” A look of concern crossed Mary’s face. “What about Erika? And Samantha?” she asked. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart.” answered Cissi. “Erika is upstairs, scared out of her wits, hoping we don’t send her to jail for the rest of her life. I just found out about Samantha, but we will see about her future shortly.” Cissi held Mary at arm’s length. “More importantly, how are you?” she asked. “I......I’m O.K.” answered Mary. “Erika had a new girl, and didn’t care about me one way or the other.”

Mary surveyed the room of bondage equipment that had been the center of her life for many months. “Samantha was tough, but never sadistic,” Mary continued. “And she was so eager, and pleased with me as her toy, that its hard to be mad at her.” Mary looked at Cissi and Maria and smiled. “You know how I am.” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “I know.” said Cissi in exasperation. “I know how you are!” Mary laughed. “You know what I missed though?” she asked. “I missed love. I loved you Cissi.....as a friend and sister, and then I loved James......and when I lost him, I came to love Erika......” Mary started to cry, and Cissi took her into her arms. “..and she got someone else, and I had nobody.” Cissi continued to soothe her friend until the sobs subsided. “Shush now.” she said softly. “You have me......and you have Maria.” “Maria?” asked Mary. “Yes.” answered Cissi. “Maria is why you are free this very minute. She found me, and told me what had happened.” Mary turned, and looked at the little maid. The girl dropped her eyes, seemingly embarrassed to look at the tall, sweaty, naked woman who was, at least officially, the head of the household. “How?” she asked gratefully. “Where did you find Cissi’s name and number?” “You had a purse with you the night Mr. Edwards brought you here after your marriage. I cleaned the room the next day, and stuck it away in the closet.” She looked up at Mary. “When I didn’t like what was happening to you, I didn’t know what to do....where to go. I looked in your purse, and found a note with Cis....Miss Miller’s name and number. I called and asked if she were a friend of yours. When I found out that she was your roommate and Maid of Honor, I told her the whole story.”

“Well all I can do is say thanks!” answered Mary. “I appreciate the risk you took....you could have wound up a captive down in this cellar along with me!” “Yes” said the little maid, “but I love you too much to let this go on another day.” “Cissi said that you love me, you just said that you love me.” Mary looked puzzled. “You hardly know me. How could you love me?” Maria smiled sheepishly, and her dark skin flushed with embarrassment. “I have always been happier around women than men, even when I was in school and all my friends were “boy crazy” she explained. “I never did anything about it, though. Many months ago, when I was straightening out the upstairs bedrooms I discovered you bound on the bed. You were helpless, and blindfolded, and looked so beautiful.” She looked at Mary and smiled. “I couldn’t resist!” “That was you?” Mary exclaimed. “Yes.” answered the maid. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you....it was so much fun!” Mary shrugged her shoulders and continued to listen. “It was the first time I had ever touched a woman like that....and a few more ropes made you even more beautiful.” Maria wrung her hands together, and looked down. “Are you mad at me?” she asked. Mary just laughed. “No, of course not!” she answered. “First of all, you are my savior, second, you looked after me all those months and helped me with my chores, and third.........” Mary paused a moment. “Third.....that time in the bedroom......it was fun! I didn’t know who it was, and have always wondered......” A reproachful look crossed Mary’s face. “You left me in quite a fix, as I remember.” Again Maria looked sheepish. “I didn’t want to stop!” she said, and all three women laughed. With that, Maria ran upstairs to get Mary a bathrobe.

“What happens now?” asked Mary after she had a bite to eat and a large cold drink. “Well,” answered Cissi, “Erika is still sitting upstairs on pins and needles wondering the same thing. Her slave Lee is around somewhere, and unless she has already left, we have to deal with Samantha.” Mary thought for a moment. “I used to care for Erika, and I don’t want the fuss of police and everything. Why don’t we let her leave?” “You’re the one who has been bound and gagged for days at a time, not me!” Cissi answered. “Whatever you want to do is fine. In fact, I told Erika that if she cooperated, that she might get out of this without going to jail.” “Good.” said Mary, nodding in agreement. “Tell her to clear out....and take Lee with her!” “O.K.,” answered Cissi, “what about Samantha?” A small smile played across Mary’s face. “Well.....Samantha is awfully good at bondage....and you probably are out of practice.” Mary looked at Cissi with an eager grin. “Why don’t you keep her around for some pointers..at least for a while?” she asked. “Why don’t I keep her around?” resonded Cissi. “What do you mean? I have to catch a plane tonight. I have a job....I need to be at work in the morning, and you are the rightful owner of this estate and have a bunch of stuff that you need to do.” Mary crossed the room, and knelt in front of her friend. “Yes, I do have an estate.” she said. “They say that money can’t buy happiness, but in this case, I think they are wrong.”

She took Cissi’s hand, and looked up into Cissi’s eyes. “Cissi, I have more money that we will ever need....quit you job and come live her. Take care of me.....and love me?” she begged. It was not a hard decision. Cissi bend to Mary’s upturned head and their lips met in a hesitant, gentle kiss. “Yes....” Cissi agreed, “I’ll stay!” The dark haired girl stood, and picked up a pair of handcuffs. She spun Mary forcefully around, and quickly snapped the cuffs tightly on her wrists. “I think you have a good idea about Samantha.” she continued as she buckled a leather collar around Mary’s neck. “I can see that she is very accomplished, and I have a few good ideas of my own!” Cissi next picked up a pair of nasty, spring loaded nipple clamps. “Between Samantha, Maria and me, you should get plenty of attention!” Mary squealed as each nipple was teased until erect then painfully clamped. “Oh, Mistress!” she gasped. Cissi picked up a large red ball gag which was quickly forced between Mary’s lips. The captive girl whimpered and shook her head, but was unable to avoid the stifling mouthful. Cissi attached a leash to Mary’s collar, then left her captive standing while she used the intercom. “Maria, can you come here, please?” In less than a minute the maid knocked, then entered. “Yes, Madam?” she asked. Maria glanced at Mary, but if she was surprised at what had happened, she didn’t let it show. “Maria, I’m going to take care of Erika.” she instructed. “Mary is yours for the night.” “Yes Madam. Thank you!” answered the maid happily. Cissi spoke as Maria was leading her captive out of the room. “Have fun, but don’t wear her out totally, there is lots to do tomorrow.” “Yes Madam.” Maria answered. “I already have Mary’s uniform cleaned and starched....there is lots of silver to be cleaned!

Mary shook her head, stamped her foot and protested wetly through the gag. “Noooggghhhh!” she exclaimed, “Llllleeeeetttttt.....Eeeeeeeehhhh........llllloooooossshhhhhh!” Mary whined and whimpered, and fought the leash, but her eyes twinkled with anticipation as Maria led her away.