BINDING AGREEMENT, Part I
Bonda O'Tightly loved her job as the administrative assistant at Eric Ensign's
Erotiscapes, an avant garde art studio that featured multimedia fetish and
bondage works by the leading artists, sculptors and photographers of New York's
famed Greenwich Village. After all, where could a self-confessed submissive like
her get to choose what goes on public display in a sprawling gallery like Mr.
Ensign's?
Then there was the boss himself: A bondage freak and woman tamer who had made a
worldwide name for himself with his living Fettered Femme displays, which
featured self- indentured submissives for sale to the highest bidder.
She loved her job, frankly. She was the first one to work each day, lovingly
caring for the display of living bondagettes trapped into their latex, leather
and metal coccoons and other confinements. She always paid particular attention
to some of her favorite exhibits, which included:
-Leather Heather's Ball, which featured a leather-sheathed maid bound up into a
ball inside a three-foot high plastic ball. A feeding tube ran from her
ball-gagged mouth to the the side of the ball; Air tubes connected from each
nostril to either side of the ball, and wires ran from each clamped nipple to
the outside.
The asking price: $30,000
-The Chairperson, which featured a slave in an inflatable, head-to-toe rubber
coccoon, strapped into an armless chair with 4'' straps at the ankles, knees,
waist, below the breast, above the breats, at the neck, and at the chin across
the bridge of the nose. A silvery metal skull cap completed the ensemble. There
were blow-up valves everywhere to inflate or deflate any visable portion of the
slave's anatomy, whether it be the entire head or just the mouth; one breast or
both. On the forehead, between the beasts, around the belly button and at the
tips of the toes, plug-in modules were attached to wires throughout the victim's
body. When the suit was totally deflated, the rubbery coccoon revealed wire
leads leading to each toe and finger, to clamps that were clearly outlined at
the nipples, up and down the sides of the victim's body, and even inside the
victim's gagged mouth.
The asking price: $50,000.
-Blind Servitude, which featured a very tall, very leggy brunette, secured to a
two-foot-square , foot-thick wood platform, which had a small, powerful motor
concealed underneath that drove the wheeled carriage of constriction wherever a
hand-held remote control directed. To the wood platform was attached an inverted
U-shaped metal rigging with adjustable rods jutting out horizontally in front
and back. The victim herself was trapped inside gleaning stainless steel,
thigh-high, 8''-high ballet boots, which forced her body to angle slightly
forward. The tops of a pair of heavy rubber stockings were visable for about two
inched above the locked tops of the boots. The brunette was dressed in a rubber
maid's outfit, with a rubber-and-metal posture collar,and adjustable stainless
steel rods that ran from the collar across her shoulders and down her arms, all
the way to her fingers, which were laced into elbow-length rubber gloves that
had their own individual, adjustable steel rods that ran from her wrists to her
fingertips. The steel contraption itself wrapped under her arms and secured with
a lock in the back. Mr. Ensign had positioned the arms so that they bent 90
degrees at the elbows, and were attached to the respective sides of a
rectangular, waist-high silver-and-glass serving tray. A red rubber corsellette
with built-in metal stays and O-rings everywhere was laced up her back and
nipped her body from below her breasts to her waist. The high-neck outfit
actually ran under the posutre collar and popped out about it to reveal a white
lacy fringe above it that matched the white trim on the puffy short sleeves. The
flared skirt was short, but would have hid most of the lacy red rubber panties
the brunette wore except that the front of the skirt panel was attached to the
thumb and forefinger of each bound hand, as if the slave had been ordered to
pull up her dress to show off her panties. The brunette's head was trapped
inside a laced-from-behind leather helmet, which had tubes running out her nose
and mouth. The mouth tube was attached to a blow-up pump handle that hung freely
from the helmeted head. It was clear the slave was a brunette because her long
ponytail was tied tightly to an O-ring at the top of the main inverted-U bar,
which seemed to reinforce her backwardly arched headpiece. Over her eyes were
goggles attached by a series of straps that ran around the side, the top of the
helmet and under her chin. The goggles came with multicolored, lifelike
soft-plastic eyes that could be screwed in and out with ease to change color or
look of the slave's expression. It didn't really matter to the slave what color
the lenses were, for the leather helmet itself had no eye openings. In fact, it
had extra heavy pads over each eye, which shut out all light. Heavy pads also
coccooned each ear, and held built-in speakers tightly against the victim's
head, keeping out all sound except for those sounds transmitted by a small
remote-control radio system. The inverted-U pole was about 4'' in diameter, and
from it ran poles that shackled the slave at the ankles, knees, elbows, and back
of the head. Another pole section jutted out the back, down, under the slave's
dress, and upo under her dress. Bonda made repeated mental notes to ask Mr.
Ensign where the pole ran once it disappeared, but never did ask the question.
The asking price for this living art: $100,000.
Bonda never got to talk to the victims inside. Mr. Ensign freed each for an hour
every 8 hours, but did so only when Bonda wasn't around. Who are these women,
and where did they come from? That was a question she never got answers.
It was one of the few frustrations of the job.
Bonda really only had two problems with her job. The first was that Mr. Ensign's
displays always looked at his captive maidens from the male perspective, and he
rebuked her efforts to have women artists consult on the designs or concepts.
The second problem was, he paid Bonda so little that she would never be able to
realize her dream: to graduate from the the prestigious Essenem School of
Erotica and Fetishism and open a rival gallery.
In essence, Bonda was a slave to her own fetish. She could quit Mr. Ensign and
work for a higher-paying gallery elsewhere, or she could juggle the books from
time to time and accumulate enough cash to pay for her education.
She took the latter course. And that's indirectly how she ended up here, at
Mistress Sally Sadrista's School for Slaves, ready to submit to her personalized
bondage training.
For Mr. Enisgn was not only a brilliant artist, but also a shrewd businessman.
It had not taken him long to figure out that Bonda had been fiddling with the
books. He gave her a choice - either he went to the police or she signed away
her future and signed documents to become one of his Fettered Femmes.
"Mistress Sally, sir," she said to her boss. "I couldn't take jail . I will sign
anything you want."
Mr. Ensign smiled.
"You will be my first $1-million artwork," he said matter-of-factly. "You will
become Bonda, the Princess of Self-Discipline."
"Yes, Mr. Ensign," Bonda sighed, half-shaken, half-thrilled.
Mr. Ensign grinned.
"The time has come, lass. Let's take a little trip."
At the end of the little trip, Bonda O'Tightly stood outside Mistress Sally's
school, waiting for the Mistress to answer her knock while Mr. Ensign watched
from his limo at curbside. Finally, the porch light came on and Mistress Sally
answered the door. Bonda turned and waved at her boss, as did Mistress Sally.
Sally was smiling; Bonda was wimpering.
Mistress Sally ushered Bonda inside, to a brightly lighted anteroom. Bonda noted
the contrast in their outfits: She wore a Plain Jane, three-piece,
cotton-and-polyester, off-white business suit with skin-colored nylons and 4''
heels, topped off with a short jacket and thin cotton belt that all but hid her
figure, while Mistress Sally wore a skin-tight, neck-high, knee-length black
rubber dress with sultry dark stockings and 6'' heels.
"You are probably aware from my many visits to the gallery that I help Mr.
Ensign's slaves learn the proper level of servitude," Mistress Sally said,
putting her arm around Bonda. "Say goodbye to freedom. Enjoy the freedom of
total servitude. Welcome to my house of humiliation."
As she talked, the Mistress guided Bonda to another room, where a second woman
awaited . The woman wore black rubber panties and a neck-to-crotch leather
harness , rubber stockings, 6'' black leather heels, and was bound with her
wrists tied behind her.
Her breasts were covered with black rubber cups, but around each breast she had
a square metal-and-wood contraption strapped into the harness The contraption
could clearly be adjusted to clamps down on her breasts and force her bosom to
thrust forward unaturally.
"Bonda, meet Tyrenna Knotts, my chief assistant," Mistress Sally said. "Ty is
into some mild bondage tonight, her reward for a brilliant day of humbling our
gagged little group of girls. She will help with your training, and I must tell
you she prefers much more severe methods of dealing with her trainees. She's
famous for her Hog Ty, which is her own version of the classic bondage
position."
Bonda's mouth dropped.
"What have I done?" she asked herself. "More importantly, how bad can it get?"
She would soon find out.
