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After a few moments,
she took the notebook and wrote, "Do you have a car?" "Why, yes, "I answered, surprised. "It's just near here." I was startled by her next message: Well, you don't need a second invitation in a case like that. As I agreed, Nicki handed me another note, saying that she would be getting ready while I got the car. I was back with my convertible in about fifteen minutes. The top was up to start with, but I had other ideas for later on. As I walked up the front steps, the door opened and my silent companion ushered me in. She had changed her clothes and was now wearing a floor length, skin-tight gown of dark grey velvety rubber. It had a very high, tight collar, a bold cutout over the imposing bosom, and a slit in the left side from waist to hem. At the moment this slit was opened on the side so that the eight-inch heeled thigh-boots were fully displayed. |
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| Also, she was now wearing the ankle chain, which had previously adorned Fifi's trim legs. On a side table was a short, full fur jacket and in her gloved hands she held what looked like a pair of long slim bags, in black kid, which terminated in long leather straps, one of which had a buckle and the other a row of holes at the end. Nicki held out her hands for me to slip the bags on and buckle them around her wrists. Then she doubled her arms at the elbows and held them close to her sides. It took me a minute to figure out what she wanted. But I finally drew the straps back over her shoulder, crossed them, drew them through her elbows and buckled them in front as tight as I could pull them. Her arms were now quite motionless, but when I put the cloak around her shoulders and fastened the catch in front, there was nothing to show that she was bound. |  |
| With the hood pulled up around her masked face, it was sufficiently shadowed to look natural to any casual observer. Then I unfastened the snap that held her skirt open in front; it closed, leaving her looking like any smartly dressed young lady, on her way to a late nightspot. There was no sign of the tiny waisted corset, the bound arms, the towering heeled boots or the tight gag. Telling her to wait a moment, I went out to the car and brought in a large brief case, into which I dumped the whole tray of bondage material that Fifi had brought in. As I ushered my lovely charge to the car, a smartly dressed man strolled by. He looked at Nicki in obvious admiration; the slim hips and legs that emerged in the clinging grey rubber from beneath the fur cloak were well worth a look. Her queenly carriage was also highly attractive. As I say, he looked and passed on. He had not the faintest idea that she held herself so upright because she couldn't hold herself any other way, or that she took such small, slow paces so that her ankle chain would not jingle revealingly. | |
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I helped Nicki seat her self on the front seat of the car and then got a long length of rope from the brief case. I fastened one end to the middle of her ankle-chain, brought it back under the seat; up between the back of the seat and the seat itself, tied it around her tiny waist, then back out again, up the back of the seat and around her neck. Having tied it, I still had two or three feet left, so I bound her knees together. Now, save that she could turn her head slightly, Nicki was absolutely motionless. I closed the door on her side of the car, slid in behind the wheel on my side and drove off. Within an hour, we were well out beyond the suburbs and the streetlights. |
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stopped long enough to let the top of the convertible down. I also
removed Nicki's hood, leaving her leather mask and brassy blonde wig
fully displayed. I figured that since people could only see her in the
glow of passing head-lamps, they could not see very much. I think she
wanted to object. At least, she shook her head as much as she could. But
I tightened the rope that held her to the seat a couple of times and
that put a stop to any nonsense about objections.About half an hour
further out in the country, where things were really quiet, I turned to
my silent companion and asked, "Remember you asked, `How about a drive?"' She nodded. "All right, can you drive a car?" A nod. "Okay, you're going to have to drive this one and do it blindfolded." She raised her head inquiringly. "Oh, don't worry. I'll show you how it can be done. First, we've got to get you settled behind the wheel." Pulling the car off the road, I untied the rope around Nicki's neck and from her ankle chain, but left it around her waist. Then I pulled the rope around so the knot was in front. Removing her cloak and strap-gloves, I made her stand up and pull her skirt high around her hips, untied her knees, passed the two ends of the cord back under body and as she slid in behind the wheel I threaded the ends between the seat itself and the back. Pulling them very tight so she was forced against the back of the seat, I brought them up and around her neck, knotting them tightly, anchoring her rigidly behind the wheel. From the brief case I produced a pair of wrist cuffs joined by about eighteen inches of chain. Snapping the cuffs about her wrists I fastened the centre of the chain to the steering column. This gave her enough liberty to hold the wheel and manipulate the transmission lever, but that was about all. I also attached her ankle chain to the lower part of the steering wheel column, so she could work the pedals with her feet. As it was, she would have been able to drive the car quite easily, but not the way I had in mind. I tore off two small pieces of flesh-coloured adhesive tape from a roll in the briefcase and placed them over the eye-holes in her mask, blindfolding her completely. "As I understand it," I inquired, "you don't want to take off that mask?" She nodded very definitely. "All right, but I find I'll have to make certain changes in it," I said. The ever-ready brief case furnished me with something I had been thinking about for some time, a black rubber ball with a hold in it, through which went a steel rod, about eight inches long. There was a ring on each end of the rod. Looking from ball to mask, I made some mental calculations and then, with a pencil I drew a sort of diamond-shape on the mask, over the mouth and out onto the cheeks, in line with the jaw. |
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| Then I took off the wig and began to unlace the lower part of the mask. Nicki tried to stop me, but her chained hands could not reach her face and she was too tightly bound to struggle effectively. When the part over her jaw and mouth was loose enough I rolled it upward, disclosing the gag. This was several layers of wide adhesive tape covering the mouth. Peeling it off, I found another narrow band of tape around her head and through her mouth holding a big pad of cotton tightly in her mouth. |  |
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I pulled some
of the padding out but left most of it in place smoothed the mask down
again so her mouth showed through the opening, forced the ball into her
mouth with the bar bit-wise between her teeth and pulled the lace tight
again. As the fastening grew tight, I was glad to see that the tension
on her chin and jaw forced her to clamp down on the ball |
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"All right
try to force that ball out of your mouth," I ordered, as I replaced
her wig. |
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| I hadn't bothered to tell Nicki, but I was taking her out to a little sort of week-end cabin I had in the woods, some distance from the city. Of course, one of the advantages of a gag in a pretty companion's mouth is that you don't have to explain everything. You go ahead with your plans and since she cannot demand explanations and object to them when given, she goes along with becoming docility. Much better all around. Since the cabin is situated on what you might call a back road off a back road, it is pleasantly secluded, but it represented quite a problem in fancy pony driving along the twisting single lane road that made up the last half mile. But by driving slowly and a firm hand on the reins, we made it. As soon as the car was in the little clearing by the side of the house, I unfastened the cord from the bit-rings and then used most of it running from one end of the bit-bar to the other, around the back of her head. I pulled it so tight that she fairly squirmed her hands, still chained to the car-wheel, making futile grabbing motions toward her face. When I was through, the ball was almost entirely inside her teeth and the bar pulled the corners of her mouth back in an exaggerated mirthless grin. Then I removed the bonds holding her in the car and helped her out. She tried to get her hands to her mouth, but I was too quick; I had a strap ready and in a second her elbows were in firm contact in the middle of her back. The wrist chain was still in place, so I attached a cord to the middle of it, took it down and under her body and up to the strap around her elbows, so that her arms were quite helpless. Of course, I had to tuck the long skirt in back to make this possible, so I rolled it up at the sides, too, gave it to her to hold, remarking that "Satan finds work for idle hands." | |
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Taking the long end of the rope that trailed down from the' bit-cord, I passed it between her legs and used it as a lead-rein. My blind and bitted leather girl-pony followed as pretty as you please, her ankle-chain jingling musically at each tiny step. I led her around the side of the house and up the steps onto the little front porch. I had intended to take her directly inside. But then I thought it might be a good thing to let her rest and meditate for a while outside, while I fixed things inside. Unfastening the cord that ran to the centre of the wrist chain and taking off the chain itself, I used the cord to tie her wrists together behind her back and fastened them to a cord around her waist, so that her elbows stuck out sharply behind. Then I laid her down on her stomach on the floor of the porch, looped the long end of the cord from the back of her head around her ankle chain and pulled. I kept pulling until her head and her heels were only about a foot apart. Again, the advantage of the gag became apparent; had her mouth been free, I'm sure she would have objected, perhaps loudly, even shrilly. |
| But as it was, she accepted my ministrations if not with approval at least in silence. Of course, she was bound in a manner very similar to the old French military punishment known as "La Crapaudine," save that they didn't bother to put the head under tension. I was going to leave her on the floor, but then I got another idea. I picked her up, sat her sort of astride the railing of the porch. Of course, she was bent so far back that her wigged head also rested on the rail. |  |
| If she had wanted to fall off, I suppose she could have done it. But I figured that as long as she kept her knees close together, she could hold herself in place, just like riding horseback. Even if she couldn't ride, now was a good time to learn. Then I went inside to fix things up a bit. A couple of times I poked my head out to ask if she was quite comfortable. As she didn't answer, I assumed she was. In about half an hour, I had a fire going in the big fireplace, as it gets cold late at night in my neck of the woods-and a big couch drawn up in front of it. I had a table with some drinks for me and so on. I had even let the big wagon-wheel, which hangs in the middle of the ceiling with light-fixtures on it, down and dusted it thoroughly. After all, you want things to be neat for your guests. Then I went out to the car and brought in the brief-case of bondage material. After everything else was ready, I went out and released Nicki. Of course, I did it bit by bit, as she seemed to be pretty badly cramped for some reason. I even took off the cord that held the bar-bit so far back in her mouth. But I knew I was safe, because the chin part of her mask kept her from opening her mouth wide enough to get the ball out. As a final touch I took the tape off the eyeholes of the mask. | |
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