Janet Bound 4 | free bondage story

"Wow, that looks incredible Janet," Hillary exclaimed. "Don't worry, although I am sure it is very uncomfortable in those things, they will not do any permanent damage. Those tits of yours just need one other thing." Hillary had two green tubes in her hand. On one end was a small clamp; on the other was a spring with a hook on it.

"These are nipple clamps, dearie, just to keep you aware of your tits." Hillary had a huge grin on her face. "This end with the clamp goes over your nipple. It works better on an erect one though. I'll show you." Hillary pressed and kneaded the right tit, forcing Janet's nipple to squish out between two "bars" of the bra cage containing it. Then she brought her mouth down over the nipple and gently sucked and bit at it. Very rapidly, against Janet's will of course, the nipple came to full attention.

"Is it cold in here or something?" Hillary teased. Hillary brought one of the clamps up to the tit. All the while Janet strained her body to pull away from the mouth of the device. The clamp fit over the nipple and actually used suction to adhere on. There was also an alligator clip that bit into the nipple, holding it securely on. Once again the same torment was done to the other breast and presently two tubes were hanging from Janet's tormented breasts. At the other end of each tube Hillary attached a four-ounce weight to the hook there. The pull of the weights dug the teeth of the clip deeper into the sensitive skin of the nipple. Hillary tapped both weights so they swung from side to side. Janet groaned in agony as the springs the weights were attached to transmitted the movements ten-fold back to her mounds. Every time Janet breathed in, the springs jiggled slightly sending waves of pain through her.

"Well, Janet we are almost done." Hillary said. "But we do have, what I think anyway, is the toughest thing of all." One more time she reached into the hated cedar chest. She removed a mannequin head. It was completely covered with leather.

"Janet, this is a leather discipline helmet. It is going to cover your face like a second skin. It is hot and uncomfortable. There are small holes with tubes for you to breathe through your nose. Otherwise there are no other openings in this thing. I have tried it on, and I can tell you it is scary. I had to take it off after just a few minutes. You are going to be in this thing for at LEAST seven hours. I honestly can't imagine being sealed off from the world like that, without a way out, for so long, but it is about to happen to you. If you were not claustrophobic before, you definitely are going to be after this thing is wrapped over your face." Janet was horrified. The hood was black with straps and metal rings all over it. There was no way she could allow that thing over her face. She strained and struggled to move away, shaking her head violently.

"Part of the appeal of a discipline helmet is the sensory deprivation it creates. This one can take away sight. The gag in your mouth is the only thing you can taste. You will only be able to smell leather inside the hood once you are laced and locked in. You already have lost the ability to touch with your hands and body wrapped in leather. The toughest thing to take away from someone is the sense of hearing. Even the best earplugs don't cut out all sound. So, the only options to truly remove hearing are either headphones from like a radio, with white noise turned up very loud, or the option that I am about to do to you." She pulled what looked like two tubes of toothpaste out of the chest. "This is a specially created silicone, rubber sealant. It is almost pure liquid when it comes out of this tube, but once it combines with each other, it immediately turns to a solid form. The great thing about this compound is that it expands when it hardens. It will cut off all noise. It cannot be removed once it is put into your ears, unless I apply a special solvent to it. I admit this is highly dangerous to do to someone, because the sealant actually seeps so deep into your ear that it covers the ears inner workings. If the solvent cannot reach all of the glue in your ear, then you could potentially be permanently deaf. I am willing to take that risk though. After all, I did not take you because of your great hearing."

Janet could do nothing as Hillary calmly squirted the contents of each tube into her right ear. Janet could feel the liquid seep deep into her skull, insinuating itself deep into her ear canal. As Hillary had said the junk hardened within a few seconds. Hillary applied a ton of the stuff to Janet's ear, completely filling the canal, then covering the outside of the ear. Janet cried and begged as Hillary moved to the other side of her head. The last sounds she heard were her own sobs of terror as the sealant entered her ear. It was incredible as all sound was completely removed. She could no longer hear Hillary's taunts, she could no longer hear her own racked sobs, she could not hear even her own breathing or beating of her heart. This was not like earplugs or headphones, she was completely deaf to the world - her ears no longer functioned at all!

Janet was stunned and horrified, completely overwhelmed by the brutality of Hillary's abuse of her body. How could another woman do this to her? If this had been some psycho guy she would have believed it, but this was a woman! How could she be so brutal, so uncaring? Hillary unlatched the choker that had so long ago started the bondage on Janet and removed it. There was not much of a chance of Janet making an escape attempt now. Hilary then tightly wrapped Janet's beautiful, slightly curly red hair into a tight ponytail. She then pulled the leather mask off of the mannequin's fake head and brought it over the all too real, tear-streaked face of the brutally bound girl. The mask was all one piece, which had laces that ran all the way from the top of the skull to the base of neck. Hillary loosened all the laces and brought the hood over Janet's shaking, sobbing face. She was screaming into the ball in her mouth, begging incomprehensibly to not do this to her. Her whole body shook and strained against her inescapable bonds as the terror of being encased in that leather hell gave her amazing strength. It was hopeless though; the bonds that held her so well could have withstood the frantic struggles of 50 women of Janet's strength. There was nothing she could do as the leather was pulled over her head. Janet was plunged into darkness as the formed leather settled over her face. Hillary began to lace the hood at the top of Janet's skull. She pulled and laced as the leather stretched to accommodate the prisoner inside. Soft pads fit over Janet's panicked eyes. Thick leather padding fit over the ball filling Janet's distended mouth. As the leather hood tightened, the pad over her mouth actually forced the ball farther into her jaws. Tighter and tighter the hood laced, closing off all air, all light, and all hope of escape. Hillary pulled the red ponytail between some of the lacing and finished tightening it up all the way down to the base of her neck. A zipped flap covered the lacing and this was closed in with a small stainless steel lock. Janet was sealed in a leather prison with no hope of escape. Inside her dark hot world, Janet was almost in shock, unable to comprehend what had happened to her. Hillary was busy pulling various straps around the hood with Janet's head in it. A two and a half-inch strap wrapped around where her eyes were. It was pulled as tight as Hillary could do it and locked behind Janet's head. A second strap of equal size was pulled around her horribly gagged mouth, tightened brutally and locked behind her skull with a buckle and padlock. A final very wide strap ran under her chin, over her filled, leather-covered cheeks up to the top of her head. When this final strap was pulled as tight as cold be, Janet's mouth was locked even more closed around the ball that had become part of her aching mouth. So at this point, 4 separate tempered metal locks, a stainless steel zipper, three stiffened leather straps, high tensile strength leather laces and finally the fitted eighth inch leather horror of the helmet itself. It was overwhelming the amount of redundancies involved just to keep Janet helpless.

Hillary ran two narrow straps from small "O" rings that were sewn into the toes of the arch-inducing leather leggings. Each thin strap ran to a third "O" ring that was attached to the middle of the single sleeve at about elbow level. Each of these straps was pulled to guitar string tightness and locked. Her feet would not arch anymore, but Hillary liked the way it looked, with still more straps containing Janet's gorgeous body. One last strap to go, Hillary thought. She ran a belt-width strap from a buckle at the top of her skull and looped it into the same "O" ring at her elbow that held her arched feet. With delicious slowness Hillary began shortening the strap, inch by inch. The strap was not going to give, Janet's arms could not move, so the only thing that could adjust to the tightening strap was Janet's bound head. Her neck arched farther and farther back as Hillary pulled the strap tighter and tighter. By the time Hillary locked this final torturous bit of bondage off, Janet's sightless eyes were facing the ceiling. Janet could not twitch a muscle now; her body was immobilized by expertly applied leather bondage. Hillary looked at the clock on the wall.

"Damn... I am going to be late," she said to no one. "Looks like you are going to have to stay here little girl until I get back." She looked at the helpless form in front of her - the stretched body, the caged tits, the bound arms; the sightless, helpless face. It was too much; she began touching herself through the thin Lycra covering her pussy.

"I guess I can be a couple of minutes late, after all I worked very hard to get you." She got to her knees in front of Janet and pleasured herself, while feeling up Janet's bound body. Hillary came almost instantly with the most intense pleasure of her entire life. She only masturbated for about ten minutes, but in that time she had six orgasms. She could have gone on for a lot longer, but she was able to find the strength of will to finally get up and get ready for her party.

Janet was unaware of what was happening outside her tiny prison. She could feel Hillary occasionally feel her up, but besides that there was nothing. Hillary decided to give Janet a little bit of outside stimulation while she was going to be gone. She went over to the wall closest to Janet's bound form, and uncoiled an extension cord that was lying there attached to the wall. Without ceremony she plugged it into a hidden outlet attached to the belt that held the dildos in Janet's ass and cunt. The dildos came to violent life and began to thrash around Janet's tortured insides. Hillary was glad to know that Janet would be violated for as long as she would be gone. Janet groaned in renewed humiliation and degradation. Hillary went into the bedroom, rapidly got ready and came out dressed in a stylish black cocktail dress. Janet had not been able to move an inch in the fifteen minutes Hillary had been gone. Hillary walked over to her captive, lovingly cupped her wrapped face in her hands, and kissed the leather over her gagged mouth. Janet rewarded her with a heavily gagged plaintive wail, a muffled mew of terror and desperation. Hillary went to the door, turned out the lights and shut the door. She made sure to throw the "do not disturb" sign on the door.

Janet sat in darkness she did not even know could exist in fear and hopelessness. The next few hours were a continual cycle of Janet thinking about how she had to get out of this! Frenzied panicked struggling would then ensue. Lack of oxygen from the super tight corset and being only able to breathe through narrow nose passages would quickly wear her body down. She would often almost pass out from the exertions, forced to sit still and try to get air into her compressed lungs. She would sit quietly for a few minutes, and think about what was happening to her, but the claustrophobia and fear would drive her to strain and struggle against the implacable bonds holding her.

Janet could not see, hear, move or speak. She was as helpless as any person had ever been. Outside was one of the busiest cities on Earth. Fifty feet away there were maids and housemen and guests of the hotel. None of them had any idea that a perfectly bodied woman was in horribly strict bondage in an impossibly expensive luxury suite. The worst part about it to Janet was how she had helped to make sure that no one could ever know she was here. She had told no one at work she had anything to do with that bitch Hillary. She had come into this room in complete disguise. Christ, she had even taken a bus here! She was the blind, deaf and dumb prisoner of a sick bondage freak and there was no hope of escape. The minutes turned to hours as Janet continued her desperate attempts to get even the slightest slack, the tiniest bit of relief from the constant strain of the leather holding her. It was a hopeless fight.