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MAD ABOUT MANDY
By
Anne Gray
(A sequel to Meddling with Mandy)
I had taken Mandy on Friday night and kept her in very severe bondage thatincluded introducing her to the computer breath control program on Sunday.
Now it was Monday morning and, acting on a hunch, I had left her helplesslystrapped to my "worktable" and driven to a pay phone.
The phone number of her office was in my research files. I placed a callto them indicating that I was a friend of Mandy's and she had been called outof town on a family emergency but would get in touch with them as soon as thesituation allowed.
Back home I stood looking down at the leather encased form. She had beengagged all the time and I had fed her by just removing the plug from the middleof the hard rubber ring wedged behind her teeth. I had poured in a varietyof concoctions that I liquefied in a blender to keep her energy up and makesure she didn't dehydrate.
Mandy's other functions were easily controlled by occasionally moving thedumb, blind and tightly restrained girl over to the toilet and pulling outthe hard rubber shafts that plugged her.
My hunch was based on a look! The previous day after her session with thecomputer, I had removed the gas mask to wipe the sweat from her face and changethe blindfold she had been wearing since she pulled it on herself Friday night.In the very few moments that our eyes had met, before hers were covered again,I had seen something that had kept me puzzled and thinking ever since.
I decided to test my theory and made the preparations.
Sitting eating lunch I watched Mandy's body convulse against the leatherand chains holding her in position as she had her fourth orgasm.
She was on her back on the floor with her legs laced in heelless ballet bootsthen doubled back to her thighs and strapped with the feet hard against herbuttocks. A spreader bar kept her knees stretched wide apart and from the middleof it the impaling rod extended to hold the dildo and butt plug buried withinher lower orifices. Short chains from each end of the spreader bar held itdown to a couple of floor rings.
Her arms were locked across her back in another version of the straight jacketthat left her breasts bulging in all their glory through the tight leather.They in turn were topped by a pair of vibrating nipple clamps inside clearlatex suction cups. The heavily boned corset was forcing her waist down toan amazingly small diameter and chains on either side of the waist attachedit to two more rings in the floor.
A stiffened leather neck brace also sported two chains. I had laced it onafter working her head into the kid discipline helmet so that it covered thebottom of the laces down the back of her head.
The helmet had a detachable eye cover and I had replaced her gag with aninflatable one that was pumped up to the capacity of her mouth, but only heldin place by its size and a strap from buckles under each ear.
The computer was in play again controlling, not only the airflow throughthe nostril plugs, but the suction cups covering the clamps on each nipple.The dildo and butt plug had been going full blast since I finished the set-up.The moans and groans getting passed the gag, along with the muscle contractionsthat were obvious even through her leather bonds, allowed me to keep countof her climaxes as I sat eating.
Now it was time to test my hunch. With swift movements I shut off the computerand the plugs, then released the gag strap buckles under her ears. I partiallydeflated the gag. Then, holding the straps in one hand and the edge of theblindfold in the other, I simultaneously pulled the gag free and peeled theblindfold away from its Velcro anchors.
I looked down into the tear filled eyes and could detect not the slightesthint of fear. She worked her jaw for a moment, and then licked her lips andI heard "Thank you. Oh, God, whoever you are thank you so much!"
My hunch had been correct; what I'd seen in her eyes for that moment on Sundaywas satisfaction and pleasure!
Now we sat side by side on the chesterfield talking. I was wearing a whitesatin blouse, ankle length black leather skirt and 6" pumps. Mandy, freshlyshowered, sat rather stiffly in a long-line boned leather corset, a black armbinder locking her arms behind her and a single leg ballet boot sheath weldingher legs together. From the neck up she was unrestrained. The red hair, shampooedand then brushed until it gleamed to match the glint in her green eyes, surroundeda face freshly made up and sporting a pair of glossy red lips.
My left arm was around her shoulders with my hand cupping her breast as itjutted out above the corset. Her nipples were standing to attention and provedto be very sensitive, because every so often there would be a sharp intakeof breath that interrupted the flow of her words.
All her life, ever since she could remember, she had felt different, andall her life she had been shy. Not in business, she was very good at her job,but in sharing with anyone else the inner feelings that she didn't understand.During her late teens and early twenties she had dated as was expected of a "normal" person.But no matter how nice the guy was she felt nothing. The advent of the computer,and the worlds it opened to her, made her realize that she was not alone. Buteven with the anonymity it offered, she was still too shy to express or shareher feelings with anyone.
The computer had, however, given her the opportunity to privately indulgeherself to an extent by being able to buy the fetish clothing and toys. Then,after she had found certain other sites that awoke more latent emotions inher that she still couldn't bring herself to share with others, she startedordering self-bondage equipment.
This had led to her finally finding a form of sexual self-release, but ithad been nothing like the mind shattering sensations while under my controlfor the last three days. She had never experienced anything so intensely satisfyingand believed it was because she had no control of the situation, but was completelyat the mercy of whoever was doing those things to her.
I had some decisions to make!
Did I believe her? Yes!
Could I trust her after what I had done to her? I thought so!
Where did we go from here? Now that was the big question!
So first we went to bed in the middle of the afternoon. Mandy was still bound,somewhat less stringently, but completely helpless. I introduced her to a doubledildo and she loved it; so did I. Time after time we reached peaks that justgrew higher until finally we collapsed into a satisfied, satiated slumber.
By Wednesday, I had made up my mind and explained to Mandy how things wouldbe if she agreed. Mind you, if she hadn't, she would go the same way as theother unwilling acquisitions and my bank account would grow accordingly. Butshe was different and I thought we could build on that difference, on her innocenceand on her learning to let me continue to release those feelings she had repressedfor most of her life.
Sure, I had kidnapped her, but that had led to her finally sharing her deepestsecrets for the first time with another person. If you will forgive the obviouspun, I felt that it had established a bond between us that could only get stronger.
After she agreed to my proposal, we spent Thursday playing. She was boundin several very original ways and I played with her!
On Friday we went back to where it had started. She made the journey in thepassenger seat of my car with her ankles wrapped in Velcro straps to one ofthe legs of the front seat. Her kid-gloved hands were joined by thumb cuffsand held in place by the seat belt. Part of our agreement was that anytimeI felt like it, she would be restrained and at my mercy.
I released her and, after she had changed her clothes, we visited the landlordof her apartment. It was agreed that, for a price, she could move out at theend of the month. Then we stopped at her office; she liked her job and wantedto keep it. Mandy was well liked at the office and they agreed that she couldtake another week to recover from her "loss", returning the following Monday.
Mandy was going to move in with me and we, well, actually I, had decidedthat any money she earned from now on would go to increase the collection ofbondage equipment and both our leather and latex wardrobes. The first garmentsI intended to get her were a couple of capes that would disguise the fact shewas bound whenever I had her out in public.
And that's how Mandy came to stay with me and settled down to a routine ofworking five days a week then coming home to walk through the front door andbe transformed in to my bondage slave. It worked out for both of us. We eachhad exactly what we wanted and enjoyed life to the fullest. An added benefitwas the money I made posting pictures of Mandy, in increasingly exotic bondage,to various contacts on the net!
After a couple of months Mandy started coming home from work looking miserablebut wouldn't tell me why. Then one day I could tell she had been crying. Ipounced on her, laced her securely in a leather bondage suit and strapped herin a chair at the dining room table then dragged the problem out of her.
One of the other girls at the accounting office seemed to have it in forher for some unknown reason and since she was a step above Mandy in seniorityshe was getting the shots in and making her look bad with upper management.
The girl was only a year or so older than Mandy. She was single and, sinceI had met her on one occasion, I would describe her as voluptuous. Insteadof dinner, I shoved a gag in Mandy's mouth and went to open a new researchfile.
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