Bound for dinner bondage story | table, harness, straps

"How about a dinner party Saturday night?" I asked Michele one morning.

"Sounds fine," she replied. "Who would we invite?"

"I thought Sue and James and Debbie with her new boyfriend. Just make it small and keep it to our special friends." By this, he meant their friends that shared their joy in bondage.

"Great, but your cooking!" she laughed.

"Fine," I replied. "I am better at it than you anyway."

Michele rolled over and hit me on the arm. "Thanks, you prick."

The week passed without any further interest and soon it was Saturday night. Michele was working late in the study on some homework and so I had the house to myself till about thirty minutes before our guests were due. I busied myself in the kitchen preparing the meal and the time flew past.

"Come and get changed, they will be here soon," yelled Michele from the bedroom.

I walked into the bedroom and found her sitting in her satin black underwear making up her face. I walked up and kissed her on the back of her neck. "You are already overdressed," I said with a smile.

"What?" She spun round. "Games tonight?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes. Finish your face and then strip."

I sat and watched her apply her makeup and then peel her bra and panties off. She held out her hands. I shook my head and said, "No, just come with me." I could hear Michele’s bare feet as she padded behind me into the dining room.

The door had been firmly shut since late afternoon when one of my employees had dropped a toy off from the factory. Some time ago, I had opened a bondage furniture factory and always needing to test out my new ideas. Surfing the Internet lately, I had seen a fantastic idea and this was the prototype unit.

Michele's eye's popped wide open as she saw the new dining table in the middle of the room. It was a circular table made out of stained pine. The table was slid open across the centre to expose a large round container in the middle. The container was just big enough that a person could comfortably sit cross-legged in it.

I guided Michele across the room and helped her climb into the round container. She sat down on a pillow and made herself comfortable. Walking to one end of the table, I pushed on the sliding top and both sides of the tabletop slid closed around her neck. It left a small gap between the top and her neck, but escape was impossible. A quick reach under the table and the clasp locks sealed her in.

"Great stuff," said Michele, "I am a table centre piece."

"It gets lots better," I replied as I took a specially made tablecloth and spread it over the table. It had a neat hole in the centre surrounded by lace that her head popped though and looked as if it was simply sitting on the table; no body attached.

I then set the table with knifes, forks, plates, crystal wine glasses and two silver candlesticks, one either side of her head.

"Some people have flowers as a centre piece. I have your head," I said laughing.

Michele poked her tongue out at me.

"One final touch," I said as I reached over to the wall and threw a switch on the power outlet. Michele gasped as the container she was in started to slowly turn. Her head now rotated in the centre of the circular table. "Can't have you not being able to see everyone as we talk."

The doorbell rang. "That will be our guests. Hang cool." I said as I shut the door behind me. I heard muffled swearing behind me.

I answered the door and showed our guests into the lounge. Sitting around comfortable sipping our first drink for the evening, Sue finally asked me, "Where's Michele?"

"Oh she's around. Just putting the final touches on a special table arrangement for us to admire over dinner." I calmly replied.

We chatted on for another hour or so and I finally indicated dinner was ready. As our guests got ready to move into the dining room, I dashed ahead and lit the candles. Michele looked at me with a glare as I walked into the room.

"Did you have to leave me turning all this time?" she whispered furiously.

"You always wanted to get around," I taunted back.

"What about a drink for me?" she hissed.

"Oops, sorry," was my only reply.

At that point, our guests walked in and James burst out laughing. "Now that is what I really call a conversation starter," he said.

Michele looked great, her head appearing in the middle of the table as though by magic. The candlelight flickered against her skin and white lace tablecloth and silver setting made for a very elegant setting.

I walked in carrying the first course as they talked to Michele about her predicament. We sat down and started to eat.

"What about me?" cried Michele in genuine misery, the sight and smell of all this food making her very hungry indeed and her unable to do anything about it.

"Oh, we will feed you," I said holding out a fork full of food. She had to snap it quickly in her mouth as she turned next to face me.

"Be fun won't it? Of course you will need to be quick and we might pull the fork back at the last moment, but that will be part of the enjoyment for you."

Over the next four courses, Michele was given all the food she could wish for, but she had to work hard to get it at times. James in particular could judge the timing perfectly; so just as her mouth closed he would whip the fork back and leave her chewing on thin air.

Sue was really mean at one point, sneaking out to the kitchen and spreading hot curry powder on one fork load. We had been forced to stop the turntable briefly and give Michele a big drink of wine to restore her calm after that trick. She glared at Sue and promised her revenge would be sweet.

Finally the meal was over and we voted that Michele had been a very good sport and could be released. As she rose stiffly from her prison, Sue's boyfriend had nearly choked over his wine. "You mean she was naked in there the whole time we ate? I could never have concentrated on my meal had I known that!" He laughed loudly.

Sue said, "Well I think Michele gets to vote some revenge on Michael for this one. What misery do you want him to experience, Michele?"

"Strip him and tie him in the love embrace with you, bitch!" Michele replied with a good-natured smile, "Pay back for curry powder!"

Sue laughed and agreed with more than a hint of enthusiasm.

They took Sue and myself into the lounge and stripped us while Michele pulled on a dress and gathered the leather gear from the playroom.

The love embrace was a device that I had invented for my company and consisted of a set of leather devices that when correctly applied resulted in a very unusual bondage position.

First up we stood facing each other, a harness was applied over our hips and between our legs. Pulling tightly on the straps the harness pulled our hips and crotches into an embrace so tight that you couldn't push a finger between our bodies. Forget about getting a hard on, no room for that!

Then we wrapped our arms around each other, as though we were giving each other a big cuddle. More cuffs and straps were applied and special tensioning ratchets pulled us into an embrace that prevented all but very shallow breaths.

Then a harness was applied around our heads that prevented us turning and forced us into a kiss. Michele tightened the harness till we felt our teeth would be broken off. Speech was now impossible as our mouths were clamped firmly together.

Finally they laid us down and entwined our legs around each other’s. A final set of straps and we lay helpless.

Michele walked over and started to tickle Sue's bare foot. She didn't even move or wiggle. The embrace was so tight neither of us could have moved an inch if our lives depended on it.

"Seems tight enough for me." she said as she checked the straps again, "Now lets carry them outside to enjoy the night air for a hour or so. They can huddle together to keep each other warm."

We groaned into each other's mouth, but resigned ourselves to a chilly finish to the evening, however Michele had not yet finished her fun. She quickly poured a large container of honey all over us as we lay on the ground. Walking over to the house she turned the large spotlights onto us.

“Every insect in the world will find you very attractive now. You can of course opt out, but that will mean a penalty!”

As best as we could, we indicated that anything would be better than lying helpless under the lights, being eaten alive by the nighttime insects. Already I had several large moths and a good number of ants crawling on me. The more unpleasant creatures would not be long coming.

“Ok the penalty is that you two dress in pink satin girls pyjamas and walk through every mall in town raising money for the woman’s refuge. You do it every weekend till you raise $1000.”

We nodded our agreement in recognition of our fate. Anything to stop the discomfort of the love embrace and the sensation of a million feet all over our skin!

The next weekend saw me and Sue walking through the local mall, each of us dressed in cute pink satin woman’s PJ’s, and each carrying a bucket, labelled with our cause.

“I think you two are wonderful; raising money for such a important cause,” an elderly lady had told me. She had lent closer to me and whispered “and you look so cute in your pink satin PJ’s!”