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I didn't know how long I had been forced to sit here. The leather straps
used to hold me had been soaked in water but had long since dried. My
arms had been tied behind my back wrist to elbow and my arms had been
wrapped with length after length of leather strips, into an immovable and
inescapable box. My backside was numb and my inner thighs were sore from
gripping the leather horse saddle on which I was forcibly sat.
The saddle was mounted on a wooden frame in a stable. My ankles where
crossed and tied together and tied to a ring attached to the floor. These
straps had also been soaked and had also dried out, pulling me tighter
down onto the saddle, increasing my discomfort. To make matters worse wet
leather straps had been tied around my waist and down between my legs,
cinched at the small of my back and connected to the straps surrounding
my arms. When they dried they had all tightened up horribly, crushing my
arms to my body ensuring that I couldn't escape, and pulling the straps
tighter into my crotch.
What also made my predicament more unbearable was the outfit which I was
forced to wear. It could only be described as a cross between equestrian
and extreme fetish. I was wearing a crisp and starched white silk shirt
which now stuck to my body, soaked with perspiration . Tight kid leather
gloves adorned my hands making my fingers barely moveable as they
constantly wriggled to keep the blood flowing whilst searching for the
knots of the leather straps. But the leather had dried hard and the knots
where nowhere to be found and the gloves would have thwarted any attempt
to undo them. Wrapped around my waist over the shirt was an expensive and
elegant looking black leather corset. At least that what I would of
thought of it if it wasn't crushing the life out of me. From my waist to
the top of my chest this device of torture was laced extremely tightly
making breathing even more difficult than it was already with the straps
digging in as well.
My legs had been tugged and pulled into a pair of jodhpurs several sizes
too small and, combined with the intrusive leather straps, made sitting
there wearing them almost too much of a torture to bear. I was also
acutely aware of a wispy silken touch under the jodhpurs so I guessed
that a pair of silky tights had been put on me first to aid in their
fitting, also maybe for more sinister purposes. Possibly the most
crippling and punishing pain came from the knee length boots that had
been laced un-necessarily tightly onto my feet, crushing my calves and
forcing my toes to point in an un-natural downward angle. Cramp had
already come and gone a hundred times from this and the leather straps
also intensified the discomfort no end.
How did I get into this unfortunate predicament I hear you ask. Well, my
well to do neighbour had asked me to give her a hand in her stables. She
said her usual help couldn't come and would I be able to spare a few
hours. Of course I said yes, being neighbourly and what have you. Anyway,
after a short while of grafting she appeared with a tray of drinks. She
looked quite attractive in her riding get up, but the way she looked at
me and how she had her hair tied back quite severely should of set alarm
bells ringing. I take a sip of drink then next thing I know Bam!!! I'm
sat in this saddle. Bitch!
Why don't I shout for help I hear you say. Well two good reasons really.
One. My mouth was packed full of something. Two. There was about a mile
of duck tape wrapped around my head. The material in my mouth felt silky
and tasted musky and womanly. I could only guess that my neighbour was
using my mouth as a laundry hamper for her soiled knickers. Several pairs
were probably in there right now jacking my jaws open. The tape was
wrapped around my head and over my mouth, sealing in the panties and
covering my face from nose to chin. Just for good measure she had also
wrapped the tape a couple of times under my chin and over the top of my
head , making it impossible to move my jaw. Faint muffled grunts and
small explosions of air from my already over worked nostrils where the
only sounds I was capable of making.
So I had sat there like this for quite some time, muscles aching and
stiff from their being tied in this wholly unnatural position, wondering
what the hell she was up to. I'd given up trying to get free after the
first hour of struggling so decided to try and conserve my strength and
wait for an opportunity to escape. I could hear occasional sounds of
movement outside the stable, as well as from the horses inside. Several
times I could see a horse looking at me probably thinking "well look at
you, this is how we feel all strapped up."
Then I hear the noise of a bolt sliding behind me and a door open, the
sound of approaching footsteps. "Well,well,well. What have we here. I see
mummies been a bit busy whilst I've been at school."
It was my neighbours teenage daughter dressed for riding and carrying a
menacing looking riding crop.
"Mummy did tell me to wait and not to go riding till she got home, now I
can see why." She was swinging the crop and slapping it into her leather
gloved hand, a twinkle in her eye. I mmmphed in to my gag but she just
giggled and swatted her crop stingingly against my thigh. Because of the
tight jodhpurs, and the taught muscles caused by the tugging leather
straps, it hurt more than it should. Judging by her reaction to my
heavily muffled grunt she knew that too. So she giggled some more and did
it again. And again, and again and again. Circling my helpless body like
a lioness circles it's prey, swatting and cropping at all parts of my
bound form.
After a few minutes she stopped, a little breathless, but not as much as
me. I was sucking air through my nostrils like it was going out of
fashion. She giggled again then got a small stool, stood on it and
started caressing my body, fingering the straps and the bulging flesh in
between, teasing my gloved fingers with her gloved fingers, hooking a
finger under the strap disappearing between my legs and giving it a
playful tug, commenting on its snugness. Snug! It was nearly cutting me
in two. She stroked my thighs, which 60 seconds ago was being caressed by
her crop, and moaned to herself. She didn't seem at all fazed by the fact
that her mother had effectively kidnapped someone and helplessly tied
them up in a horrible way. Obviously I wasn't the first, so what the hell
was going on here???!
Not only was she getting off on it but she was doing a good job on me
too. Her hands, skilled for a teenager, were gently caressing my helpless
body, probing everywhere, with the occasional expertly aimed swat of the
crop for good measure. "I love it when mummy invites guests over to
stay."
Invite??!! Was she mad? She drugged me and tied me up, forcing me to say.
I wouldn't be here otherwise. Obviously this girl was as mad as her
mother. I started to get really worried now. I don't think this girl even
recognised me as her neighbour, what with the outfit and the tape
covering my face. If she did would it matter to her? Probably not.
A shout and a scuffle brought my mind back as the mother had returned,
obviously angry at her daughters disobedience. Quick as a flash she had
handcuffed the girls hands behind her and was in the process of strapping
a bright red rubber ball into her mouth, stretching her lips wide apart.
Her mother forced the girl onto her knees, crossed her booted ankles and
strapped them in place. "Disobeying me. Playing with my slave without
permission. I thought you would of learnt your lesson after the last
time. Looks like you need reminding again."
OH OH! I thought. Very serious trouble. I quietly started to try and free
myself from this inescapable bondage and distance my self from these two
nutters. But the mother walked over to me when she finished with her
daughter, who was sobbing quietly into her gag, and said, "As for you
slave, you're not going anywhere. This is only the beginning for you. Get
used to being in the tightest bondage you can imagine, with your mouth
full to the brim with whatever gag I see fit to put in your mouth, and
wearing whatever I want you to wear. Personally I love the look of you in
corsets and boots. I have over a hundred of each and you will be trying
them all. The tighter the better too. Expect no mercy from me slave. From
now on I am your mistress and your cock is mine."
With that she hoisted her daughter over her shoulder and stormed out the
stable, slamming the door and leaving me to contemplate a highly
uncertain future.
Myra
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