'Self' Bondage
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'Self' Bondage
- by BoundInRibbons, Jun 10, 2016, 9:50:09 PM
- Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories
Brian was excited as he opened the door to his girlfriend Natalie's house. He knew that his girlfriend shared a rental house with four other girls that she was in the same acro-dance team with, all of which were away performing together this weekend. And she'd given him a key...
Things had been going well with Natalie. But not so well that he was ready to confess to her all his secrets, including the fact that he loved being tied up. His previous girlfriend had left him when she found out about his kinky side. It might help to know that Brian was a very shy guy. He'd had long hair since elementary school because it gave him something to hide behind. But short guys with long blond hair and skinny builds tended to not be the kind the girls went for. Heck, they were the type often mistaken for girls. It happened to Brian all the time, but he was usually too shy to say anything. That lack of confidence was probably why he didn't really attract girls, more than his size or appearance. He probably never would've met Natalie if she hadn't made the first move.
They met when the acro-dance team did a performance at their school. Acro-dance is a style of dance that combines classical dance technique with precision acrobatic elements, the style of dance made popular by the Cirque du Soleil. Natalie had seen Brian and his mesmerized stare. She'd seen that look before on the faces of many young former gymnasts who were entranced by the dance style and wanted to become acro-dancers themselves. Imagine her shock when, after the performance, Natalie made a point of picking this petite 'lady' out of the crowd thinking she was going to be recruiting someone for the dance troupe and discovered Brian. But after getting over her surprise, she was enamored by the shy young man and she decided to ask him out afterwards. And soon they were dating.
Since Brian wasn't yet ready to confide his kinky side to Natalie, Brian had become attracted to self-bondage. He would tie himself up after hiding a key some distance away or freezing it in ice. But during the school year and having roommates, opportunities were rare. Thus, when Brian was told by Natalie that everyone in her house was away for the upcoming weekend because they were competing at an out-of-town performance, Brian realized he finally had an opportunity to indulge his fetish privately. The week had seemed to crawl, but it was finally Friday night!
Brian yelled out a greeting as he arrived at the house where Natalie and her roommates lived. He only heard echoes back. Having confirmed no one was home, he took his cardboard box of toys straight to Natalie's bedroom. The room was an obvious mess as Natalie had packed in a hurry for the trip, never enough time being the curse of being a scholastic athlete. That was perfect for Brian. He intended to clean up her room after he was done, and then he could get extra brownie points for being a nice boyfriend. It also gave a good excuse if he was seen going into the house, or if he accidentally left something behind and someone wondered why he'd been there. Brian had it all planned out. He went over the details in his imagination.
The most intense form of self bondage for Brian was the sensory deprivation. The idea of being completely unable to see, talk or hear while tied tied was thrilling. As he looked through his little box of toys he could feel little tingles go up and down his spine as he anticipated what was to come. He quickly stripped off his clothes and hopped into his girlfriends shower. Brian knew his struggles would make him sweaty and leave his scent in Natalie's bed and around the house. He could explain some of it, but he'd come up with a plan. Brian had figured that if he used his girlfriends body wash, and then bathed himself in her scented products, even her shampoo, it would cover up his smell. He wasn't fond of the plan. Brian was already sensitive about his masculinity, given how often he was getting mistaken for a girl. The last thing he ever wanted to do was smell like one. But he gritted his teeth because he knew it would be necessary for his plan. He consoled himself thinking about how amazing his evening was going to be. As he picked through the bath products, rejecting the ones that were too girly, he found one of his girlfriends that was pleasant but not too feminine. Brian smiled as he began to lather up in the scent.
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Réka used her keys to open the door almost wistfully. This was her last stop. Not that she'd miss working part time as a cleaning lady, but she'd passed her classes, graduated with a degree in biology, and in a week, she'd be on a plane heading back to her home in Eastern Europe. Everything was packed. No more biology student, no more lab assistant, and soon no more cleaning lady. There was just this last bit of her job to finish, then she had the whole weekend free. She wasn't sure what she was going to do afterwards... She had an urge to hit the clubs and do something wild with her last free time in this country. She'd avoided such frivolity because she'd had no time between her work and schooling. So this weekend was her last fling. Not that she was expecting to be done quickly. This house, a house of little gymnast girls who were attending the same school, was always a pain to clean. Réka couldn't believe that tiny women could be this filthy! But the women in this house seemed to make big messes. Réka seriously considered just leaving it the way it was. This being her last day, what could they do, complain? Exhaling sadly, she realized she didn't really have anything else to do and her own pride demanded she do a good job, so Réka carried her tray of cleaning chemicals to the kitchen. As was usual on Friday night, all the girls were out and the place was dark. Réka flipped on the lights as she entered rooms, thinking how nice it must be to have your way to school be completely paid, and just having to leap and dance around all weekend in exchange. Sure, it was work, but it must be a million times better than the jobs Réka had to hold down, like cleaning up after filthy girls.
Réka saw something laying on the floor in the kitchen and realized it looked like a key. She reached down and picked it up. It was a key, but a very strange one. It was too small to be a door key. Either way, Réka slipped it into her pocket, glad she hadn't accidentally vacuumed it up while cleaning. Réka took one look at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She was glad she didn't have to take care of that mess, just the general house cleaning. With a quiet sigh, Réka grabbed her brushes and cleaners to start on the bathrooms.
As she headed towards where the vacuum was kept, she heard a noise from one of the bedrooms. Was someone home? She paused, listening carefully. After a bit, she could hear some muffled moans. The noises seemed very... Sexual in nature. Groans of pleasure, not agony. Was one of the girls masturbating? Réka remembered that during one of her previous times cleaning this house, she'd stumbled across a large pink suitcase filled with very nasty sex toys owned by one of the girls. She'd said nothing at the time, but quietly put the suitcase back in the closet. Any other day and Réka would've gone back to the kitchen and made noise so the person could make themselves decent... But this being her last time cleaning this house she suddenly felt adventurous. How fun would it be to walk in on one of the girls playing with herself? She could easily deny having heard anything and it would be fun to completely embarrass someone. Getting ready to pretend to be surprised and to humiliate one of these rich little girls, Réka quickly opened the door, walked in... And instantly froze in her tracks.
Rékas first thought was someone had tied up one of the poor girls! She was even blindfolded! Was there a burglar? But as the shock subsided, she was able to look closer. What at first she'd thought was a girl, mostly because of the long blonde hair in pigtails and the slight, mostly hairless build, looked like a boy. As she scanned down, one small item stuck out removing any doubt this was a boy. Emphasis on the small, Réka smirked. Réka liked her men large, hairy, dark and masculine. Whoever this was, he was small, much smaller than Réka, delicate and had no hair except for the long blond hair on his head. That, and he was obviously enjoying himself. Réka quickly surmised this was not involuntary as he writhed around, making happy groans. And suddenly the box of sex toys in this house made a little more sense. Unsure of how to react, Réka slowly and very quietly closed the door, then went back to the kitchen to think on what she'd seen.
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Brian was so turned on, he could barely stand it. As he writhed around on his girlfriends bed, his hands cuffed firmly behind his back and his legs tied at the knees, he pretended that he was being held captive by his girlfriend. In his imagination, she'd found out he was a pervert and she'd got so angry she'd tied him up. She had to run out for a minute, but when she got back, she was going to videotape him and put it on the internet so all his friends would see it.
Or at least that's the imaginary scenario that played out in Brian's mind. It was fantasy, but it was a powerful fantasy. The threat of exposure was a powerful aphrodisiac. His stomach filled with butterflies, his whole body shook with adrenaline. As he squirmed and fought his bonds, he also knew he was on the edge of orgasm. He slowed down slightly, trying to stay on the edge as long as he could. He began thinking about puppies and his grandmother and about sports and cars. That was his trick to calm himself. Without that, he probably wouldn't last 30 seconds and then it would be all over too soon! The plan was that when he couldn't take it anymore, he would soon start to hop out of the room making his way to the kitchen. There he'd placed the handcuff key and that would release him from his self imposed bondage. He knew the trip, being forced to hop and kneel and then trying to find the tiny key on the floor while he was completely blind and deaf would be incredibly erotic. Then he'd unlock his wrist restraints while keeping the head harness on and masturbate until he exploded. It would be so amazing, but he had to slowly work himself up to higher and higher levels of ecstasy before he the final orgasmic explosion. Brian loved the head harness he was wearing, the item responsible for his blindness and deafness... And also for the ball gag in his mouth. He'd bought it online, then snuck it out of the mailbox before anyone had seen it. The thick leather filled his nostrils with a strong leather odor, in effect even restricting another of his senses. But primarily it held the ball gag in place, the blindfold was held onto the harness by snaps and the ear cups fit over his ears perfectly. It even had nice pigtail holders, one on either side. Of course, the pigtail holder was pretty much verification that the harness was supposed to be for a woman, something that bothered Brian. Still, it fit him perfectly, like a glove. And he put his hair into the pigtail snaps because it kept it out of the way while he struggled. He was just glad no one would ever see him wearing it.
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Réka was sitting in the living room, still trying to process what she'd seen. There was a helpless boy up in the the bedroom! She thought about him up there, struggling and felt a peculiar warmth in her adult regions. He was so cute. He was so helpless and his little pigtails made him look like a doll. It made Réka remember how, when she was little, she used to dress up her dolls and then tie them up so the handsome hero could come to the rescue of the damsels in distress. At the moment she thought about that boy upstairs and dressing him like a doll... Hnnngggff. Réka was hit with a wave of arousal so powerful at the thought, it surprised her. She was so turned on, she was feeling flushed. She squirmed in her seat, helpless against the wave of erotic power that washed over her. Her skin burned like it was on fire even just thinking about it. But certainly, she couldn't dress up someone against their will! You just could not treat a real person like a helpless doll... Could she?
But then she thought about the gymnast women that lived in this house. She'd cleaned it before, and had a few peeks in closets. She knew that there were all sorts of strange, doll-like outfits to be found. The house was overflowing with makeup, both stage and regular, and props of all kinds that would be so perfect for a doll. So many outfits... How could she not take the opportunity to play a little dress-up with a human doll? And combined with the box of sex toys she'd found in one room and the fact the young man upstairs was clearly someone who enjoyed it... It would be wrong to do what she was planning to someone unwilling, but this cute little boy, he obviously was willing.
An idea began to form. As it happened, she'd been fixing slides for the microscopes at school before coming over. She had a bottle of chloral hydrate, used to clear small biological specimens for observation, in the car. They warned the first year students but someone always got sloppy and got a strong whiff while working with the chloral hydrate, immediately passing out. Réka knew that it was chemically similar to chloroform and generated similar effects. However as Réka was the lab assistant, she had been the one to help the students who had accidents. She knew that they would fall into a deep sleep. And it didn't matter if you slapped them or dragged them around, they wouldn't wake until a certain period of time. After that time, they'd awake with no memory of what had happened, only complaining of a feeling that they'd been falling. She could easily use it to knock the boy out for a while and then... Réka grinned ear to ear thinking of the possibilities.
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Brian jerked to consciousness. He dreamt he'd been falling and now, even before he opened his eyes, he suddenly remembered he was in his girlfriends bed. It quickly came back to him how he'd decided to do some self-bondage. But he must've fallen asleep! Oh no! This had happened to him before when he had played with self bondage. The huge adrenaline dump of being all tied up and fantasizing sometimes left him weak and shaky. He'd almost faint, it was so powerful. This time, he must have actually passed out completely! But how long had he been out? With his eyes closed, he couldn't tell what time it was. It might be night time already. Brian wasn't worried, he knew he had the whole weekend and he was sure he hadn't slept too long. But even though he couldn't see... Brian started to realize something was different. He'd put on a harness that had a blindfold for his eyes, covers for his ears, a ball gag for his mouth and even held his hair out of the way... He couldn't feel the harness around his head anymore. It was gone!
He no longer felt the straps tightly around his head, just one at the back of his neck instead. A quick sniff and he couldn't smell the strong leather either. Instead, he smelled a very strong, very feminine scent. It smelled like a field of flowers? Brian recognized the scent. It was the favorite perfume of Natalie's roommate only much stronger than he'd ever smelled it before. This couldn't be right. He tried to open his eyelids, but they were firmly shut, even though he didn't feel any material on top of his eyes. He could feel something on his skin. Not just his eyelids, but on his cheek, on his lips, all over his face. It felt light, like face-paint? But try as he might, he just couldn't open his eyes. There was something in his mouth, but it wasn't a ball-gag. Instead, it felt like a long, thick rubber cylinder. It went deep into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat and almost triggering his gag reflex. The only way he could keep from choking was to suck the thick rod continuously. He could feel the strap at his cheeks that went around behind his neck, keeping it in place. It was much thicker, and filled his mouth so well, he could barely make a noise. After a few experimental grunts that sounded barely like whispers, Brian realized he was truly silenced. It took a moment for him to realize that, if he couldn't hardly make a noise... How could he hear it? It felt like there was nothing blocking his ears. He could hear clearly! What was going on, where were the harness earpieces? Even as he realized the ear covers were gone, Brian's ears still felt funny. And as he decided to sit up, it became even more bizarre. Brian could feel something hanging off his ears, swinging! It was like there was a weight on each earlobe, dangling freely. Now sitting up, he turned his head side to side to feel the weight swinging on his ear. Weights hanging off his ears... Was this what earrings felt like? But he didn't have pierced ears. How was this possible? Was he still dreaming?
As Brian sat up, the redistribution of weight brought some whole new sensations. Starting from the top, now he could feel there was something heavy on top of his head. Was he wearing some sort of hat? But more important, he could feel his hair pressing against his cheeks, along his neck and down his back? But how was that possible? His hair was long, but it wasn't even shoulder length! Now it felt so heavy that it pulled his head back. As he turned his head he could feel and hear something moving well below his waist. Focusing on how the hair felt, he could feel the hair wasn't even laying flat. It was like it was pressing into his cheeks and neck like a spring. Was it... Curled? Was there something laying on top of his hair? Like some kind of cloth? Now that the thought had occurred to him, a few swings of his head and Brian was certain his hair was curly and enormous. He could feel the individual curls pressing into his cheeks and neck. But how? Brian tried to use his hands, but he quickly realized that he was wearing gloves of some kind of satiny material. Not only that, while he was still in handcuffs, the handcuffs were attached to something, pulling Brian's hands up near his shoulder blades. Thinking back, Brian remembered that he had then handcuffed his hands behind his back. It certainly didn't feel like that anymore! His hands were still in handcuffs behind his back, he could feel them on his wrist. But now it felt like a chain had been attached between the handcuffs and they had been pulled up almost between his shoulder blades so that he could barely move them. A quick tug confirmed that, whatever the handcuffs were attached to was tied to the collar around his neck. The more force he used to pull down, the more it pulled on his neck and the harder it was to breathe. Brian knew about this position. He'd seen it in pictures online, and they'd called it a 'reverse prayer' but he'd never tried it before. It was just too confining to risk. He could wiggle his fingers, and even tug on his own hair, but he couldn't feel textures or anything through the gloves. How was he going to unlock the handcuffs? That's why he'd just locked them behind himself, so he had the flexibility to bring the cuffs forward and make them easy to unlock. Brian didn't even know how he was going to put the key in the lock... With the gloves on, he couldn't even feel where the keyhole was! Brian tried to move other parts of his body but that brought on a whole new wave of confusion that almost overwhelmed him and made him feel like he might pass out.
Brian remembered tying himself at his knees. That had obviously changed. His legs now felt like the were wrapped, waist to ankle. Instead of a strap at the knees, which allowed him to get to the kitchen without too much trouble, it felt like the strap covered his whole lower body. Wiggling his legs, he was barely able to move them apart. He'd be limited to taking a step half the length of his foot! Above his waist... Brian had been light-headed since he'd awoke. But any attempt to take a deep breath to compensate was completely thwarted. It felt like his torso was utterly immobile, wrapped crushingly tight in iron. The only way he could get any breath in his lungs was to raise and lower his shoulders, which only allowed a little sip of air. He realized this light-headed feeling wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. And that led back to his arms, trapped in the handcuffs. But Brian realized he couldn't cross that bridge until he actually got the key. Which now, with all these strange things happening, was a huge priority.
At this point, a funny thing happened. Despite a solid dose of fear and confusion at what was going on, Brian was realizing he was well and truly bound. And, since that was his fetish, he felt a rush going down between his legs. He knew he was so turned on. This was like all his fantasies multiplied! And as things began to... um.. grow downstairs, things took a twisted turn. A painful one. Suddenly it felt like something was biting into his genitals! Something sharp and agonizing was cutting into his expanding parts. Brian quickly stopped thinking about his plight and began thinking about puppies and his grandmother and about sports and cars... The arousal was quickly gone, and the pain also faded, albeit slower.
Brian had heard of chastity devices, of course. He was an avid reader and was planning to buy one someday to experiment with it. Despite never having worn one before, he knew he had to be wearing one now. Everything was wrapped so tight, he hadn't been able to feel it before. But now he could feel he was wearing something and it was one of the models with barbs designed to cause pain on arousal. Brian felt a surge of disappointment. This was his fantasy, his fetish and now he couldn't even enjoy it?! This was the height of cruelty. IT WASN'T FAIR! He had to get out of this right away.
Sitting up, he wriggled and walked on his butt to the edge of the bed. At first it felt like he was tangled up in the bed-sheet, but from the weight and the sound of fabric on fabric, it soon became apparent that the sheets were attached to him somehow. He could feel a tremendous weight on his hips. Something was attached there... And suddenly it hit him.
A DRESS! Brian realized he was wearing a dress! Of course! The tightness on his torso, the massive material hanging from his waist... This was some kind of tremendous ballgown. Brian figured he'd know for sure once he was on his feet. So he hopped off the bed... And nearly went face first into the wall! Brian had expected to land on his feet. But just after his toes had hit the ground, his heels had landed on something on the ground that had nearly pitched him forward onto his face. Luckily, the huge weight around his waist had somewhat resisted his movement, and slowed him enough that he was able to recover. A quick swing of his waist with a very audible swish of fabrics confirmed the very heavy skirting that hung there, letting Brian know he was, in fact, wearing something like a dress. But why couldn't he put his feet flat on the ground? He tried to take a step so as to get off whatever it was his heels were on. As he'd realized earlier, each step was barely half the length of his foot... And Brian had small feet. But once he'd take a few steps and still hadn't stepped 'off' whatever was keeping his heels high in the air and keeping him on his tiptoes, it dawned on him... And Brian felt so stupid.
'Of course', Brian thought. 'Somehow I'm in a dress and HIGH HEELS!' After mentally kicking himself for not figuring it out sooner, Brian stopped to consider his next plan of action. Obviously, someone had come across him sleeping and had put him in a dress. Har de har har, what a joke. Brian wasn't laughing. He listened for anyone, but heard nothing. So how had this happened? Who had done this? Was it his girlfriend? No, she was out of town. Was it one of her roommates? No, they were all performing together. Was it one of the roommates boyfriends? Brian quickly put that out of his mind. Whatever it was, it had to be some kind of prank. And Brian knew his only option was to get the key from the kitchen and get out of it. So he started his journey, knowing with his tiny, tiny steps it was going to take an hour, at least. Of course, it only took a few steps for that estimation to change as suddenly something came buzzing to life. A few steps, and a strong vibration began in Brian's... erm... back end. The tight squeeze on his waist and hips had meant Brian couldn't really feel anything down there until now, but it was quickly apparent that as he moved, something was springing to life. And the extremely intense vibration was again starting things growing down there, against his will. It felt like the vibrations were right against his prostate, right in the core of his loins. He could almost feel those evil points digging into his genitals again as he became aroused. Puppies! Grandmother! No!! He was losing the battle and the pain increased. He froze... And the vibrations stopped.
No, no, no!! Brian quickly understood how insidious this was. Whoever had put him in the evil chastity device had also attached a motion activated vibrator. Moving with any speed would activate it, and the unstoppable arousal as it vibrated against his prostate would insure intense agony for poor Brian. If he'd only been restricted to his tiny steps, the trip to the kitchen would've taken an hour. But now that he had to move even slower, pausing to stop the vibrator, it was going to take him HOURS! And Brian knew from when he was on the bed that the intense agony of the chastity device had made him bend over uncontrollably at the waist. If he did that now balancing on high heels, he'd fall. And in his current state, if he fell, worming his way to the kitchen could take DAYS! He'd be discovered for sure. His girlfriend might understand, but she might not. And any of the roommates or their boyfriends would out him to the rest of the school as a pervert. Not for the last time on his long, slow, journey to the kitchen, Brian wondered how this had happened...
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Réka was beside herself with excitement. It had taken a while, but it was completely worth it.
First she'd soaked a cloth in chloral hydrate, taking care to avoid inhaling it herself. After a slight exposure, the boy was out like a light, completely unconscious. She used the handcuff key to release him, then had stripped him naked. She could smell that he was wearing something sweet, but it wasn't anything she liked, so Réka had grabbed some perfume from one of the girls rooms that was more pleasant to her nose. That it was undeniably feminine was just a fun little bonus. She may have overdone it a bit, dousing the boy in the perfumed scent, but it was worth it as he now smelled so pleasant. So now the question was what clothing to dress her new doll in. As she scoured the closets of the four girls, she came across several possibilities, including prom dresses and a collection of Halloween outfits. There were princess outfits, including one fairy princess, and a few southern belle outfits with many, many petticoats. So many costumes these girls had! But as Réka dug in the closets, she unzipped a garment bag... And almost cried out in joy. Inside was the most beautiful, over-the-top, bridal gown that Réka had ever seen. It was far too extreme for a real wedding. It was a parody of a real wedding gown. This must've been used for some play, fashion show or something else. As if it were fate, it was almost the same size as the sleeping boy... With one exception. The dress was designed for a very, very tiny waist. Réka narrowed her eyes in thought. She was up to the challenge!
Digging around, one of the girls had a small cache of Gothic themed clothing. And Réka had seen the steel boned corset in there before as she'd cleaned the house. She quickly retrieved it, noticing a few more items which she brought back. Measuring the dress told Réka how much that corset had to be closed... And the answer was all the way. She lay the corset on the bed and rolled the snoring boy face-first onto the corset. Quickly lacing him up, she tightened the corset. But struggle as she might, she couldn't quite close it. Then she'd had the idea to handcuff the cute boy, and hook the handcuff chain over the bedpost. Soon he hung from his handcuffed hands, his midsection stretched out. With mighty, mighty struggles of all her strength, a few creaks that she assumed was the corset, but might've been ribs, and a foot firmly in the cute boys back, she'd closed it. Whew!
While he was hanging there, she looked at the bondage box, and found something that looked very much like it fit on a boy. Réka was both intrigued... And blushing at the thought. It had a metal piece on the front that closed around the item dangling from between his legs. Since Réka was more than happy to cover that up, she tried to put it in place, only to find it was attached to a long rubber dildo at the rear. Looking back at the box, Réka found the lube, and soon the whole chastity belt slid into place. Just before she closed it, Réka realized that the dildo in the back was actually removable. If she'd known that, she probably would've taken it off, but she looked at it, almost fully inserted, and decided it was just easier to push it all the way in and forget about it now. The chastity belt itself was so shiny and new, Réka wondered if it had ever been used. But there was no arguing with the result. It was just as she'd hoped. Now he truly did look like a doll with nothing but smooth metal between his legs, front and back. Réka clicked the locks closed and put the key in her pocket. She took the opportunity to begin lacing the white high heeled thigh-high boots that she'd found in one of the closets. Oh, she'd found lots of shoes that would work with the outfit. However the boots were ideal because they were both the most restraining, being thigh-high lace up boots as well as having a ridiculously high heel, and because she knew they'd be irremovable with the next clothing she had planned. It was another item that had been with the corset. Réka had instantly recognized it as a hobble skirt. Not just a tight skirt, but a true bondage hobble skirt with lacing. Sliding it up over the boys legs as he still hung from the handcuffs overhead, she saw it was made of a very sturdy, indestructible leather. It laced up the back just like the corset, so Réka threw her all into it. When she was done, she could barely stop giggling. The boy was relaxed, so his feet were splaying out to either side. With his feet facing out like that, the boy looked like a mermaid! With the corset pushing what little extra flesh he had up so it looked like cleavage, and with his legs as tightly bound together as to look like a fish, his feet just stuck out the end to look like tail-fins and complete the illusion. Réka had a moment where she considered making him into a mermaid instead... There was an outfit in one of the rooms... But the wedding dress was too good not to use and she stayed the course.
With him still hanging, Réka decided it was time for the make-up! But before she began, she didn't want him suddenly waking up and opening his eyes while she was working. To that end, she had some medical adhesive in her lab assistant medical kit. The label said 'Dermabond' and it was used for gluing tissue together when someone was badly cut. Réka applied it carefully, binding the boys upper eyelid to the lower taking very great care not to get any in his eyes. She knew from experience that skin would be solidly stuck shut for six to eight hours, but with no long-term harm. Perfect! Getting back to the make-up, the girls who lived in the house had a huge assortment to choose from. Réka specifically looked for the waterproof, long lasting versions. She knew he'd be struggling and moving around and she wanted to make sure her bride looked his best! She giggled to herself at the thought. Réka had no subtlety in her planned makeup job, meaning if anything looked good, twice as much must look better. Soon the boy sported some very sexy, but very overdone makeup that made him look like a Barbie doll given a makeover by a small child. Digging around, Réka had also found a set of utterly massive, wavy hair extensions that were a very similar blonde to the boy's hair. Looking around in each room, she found each girl had a matching set. Obviously they'd needed to have matching hairstyles for some reason. Réka thought about the time it would take to curl his hair and considered just doing it quickly, but she realized that she HAD to see this lovely big wavy blond hair on her 'doll', so she started working with the curler. Soon she'd blended the extensions, four people's worth, with his real hair, using enough hair clips and bobby pins to insure his scalp would come off before all that hair. Having so much hair, more than any human could grow, just made him look undeniably like a doll. Réka was so happy with how it had turned out even if it had left her hands a bit sore. And now it was time for the dress.
The dress was simply a caricature of a fairy-tale wedding dress. The fitted bodice with an enormous ballgown silhouette in a grand style. From the huge oversized pouf shoulders, to the lace decorated sleeves. While inside it perfectly fit a modest chest, the dress including padding for the gigantic breast cups making any girl who wore it look like she was monstrously endowed. Yet the dress dropped to an utterly tiny waist, one that Réka had managed to make fit with not a gnats whisker to spare. Finally, the perfect topping piece, the huge ballgown that spread out to a royal train that trailed behind. It really was the perfect doll dress. Réka realized that it needed a petticoat to flare out the ballgown. Luckily, there was one in every girls room in the house. She grabbed the first one and saw that the proper amount of poof was added to the dress. Remembering what she'd learned with the hair... One might be good, but what about more? Looking underneath, she still saw room between the petticoat and the boys mermaid legs. So much empty space. What would he look like with more petticoats?
Soon a second petticoat was tied in place. And a third. And soon a fourth. Each petticoat was so full of fluff as to fill a civil war re-enactment skirt. But four of them together? So much pouf as to insure her blond little boy looked utterly doll-like in his excess. He'd be barely able to move his legs even if they weren't in that hobble skirt! All that was left were the little details. The satiny white opera length gloves were slid up his limp, unresistant hands. A collar was placed on his delicate neck from the bondage items box, and the handcuffs placed through, pulling his hands up and back to his shoulder-blades. While looking through the girls item, she'd seen a wonderfully appropriate pair of long, dangling chandelier earrings. One needle and an ice cube later, and both earrings were firmly placed in the new holes. All that was left was to place the wedding tiara and the long wedding veil. Réka attached them the same way she attached the extensions... With enough bobby pins to insure hair would come out of scalp before the tiara and veil would move.
As Réka pulled the cute boy back onto the bed, she took picture after picture with her phone. He looked like the most regal doll, laying back in his fairy-tale wedding gown. Satin and lace and mounds and mounds of fluffy petticoats made him a perfect toy for a young girl to play with. Réka looked at her phone pictures, making sure she'd captured enough to take home with her. She wanted to long remember her doll. And of course, these pictures might be very useful for this... Brian, she thought, as she looked through Brian's wallet at all his ID. No one would ever think he was a Brian now. Having blackmail material on this fellow might be useful in the future, she reasoned... One never knows.
Réka slowly and quietly moved her stuff out to her car, making sure to leave no trace of her visit. She'd tell the agency she ran out of time and didn't get to the last address. Wistfully she looked back at the house, imagining the boys response when he awoke. She'd love to stay and watch, but she'd been here too long already. She'd had her fun, it was time to go. As she mentally checked through all of her items, making sure she hadn't left anything behind, she felt a lump in her pocket. Reaching in, her hand came out with two keys. One was the tiny handcuff key. The other was the key to the chastity belt. 'Whoops', she thought. 'I forgot to put these some place they can be found.' She started to walk back into the house to put them somewhere obvious when she stopped and a devious smile spread across her face. Without saying a word, she put the keys back in her pocket, got into her car and drove off.
THE END
Things had been going well with Natalie. But not so well that he was ready to confess to her all his secrets, including the fact that he loved being tied up. His previous girlfriend had left him when she found out about his kinky side. It might help to know that Brian was a very shy guy. He'd had long hair since elementary school because it gave him something to hide behind. But short guys with long blond hair and skinny builds tended to not be the kind the girls went for. Heck, they were the type often mistaken for girls. It happened to Brian all the time, but he was usually too shy to say anything. That lack of confidence was probably why he didn't really attract girls, more than his size or appearance. He probably never would've met Natalie if she hadn't made the first move.
They met when the acro-dance team did a performance at their school. Acro-dance is a style of dance that combines classical dance technique with precision acrobatic elements, the style of dance made popular by the Cirque du Soleil. Natalie had seen Brian and his mesmerized stare. She'd seen that look before on the faces of many young former gymnasts who were entranced by the dance style and wanted to become acro-dancers themselves. Imagine her shock when, after the performance, Natalie made a point of picking this petite 'lady' out of the crowd thinking she was going to be recruiting someone for the dance troupe and discovered Brian. But after getting over her surprise, she was enamored by the shy young man and she decided to ask him out afterwards. And soon they were dating.
Since Brian wasn't yet ready to confide his kinky side to Natalie, Brian had become attracted to self-bondage. He would tie himself up after hiding a key some distance away or freezing it in ice. But during the school year and having roommates, opportunities were rare. Thus, when Brian was told by Natalie that everyone in her house was away for the upcoming weekend because they were competing at an out-of-town performance, Brian realized he finally had an opportunity to indulge his fetish privately. The week had seemed to crawl, but it was finally Friday night!
Brian yelled out a greeting as he arrived at the house where Natalie and her roommates lived. He only heard echoes back. Having confirmed no one was home, he took his cardboard box of toys straight to Natalie's bedroom. The room was an obvious mess as Natalie had packed in a hurry for the trip, never enough time being the curse of being a scholastic athlete. That was perfect for Brian. He intended to clean up her room after he was done, and then he could get extra brownie points for being a nice boyfriend. It also gave a good excuse if he was seen going into the house, or if he accidentally left something behind and someone wondered why he'd been there. Brian had it all planned out. He went over the details in his imagination.
The most intense form of self bondage for Brian was the sensory deprivation. The idea of being completely unable to see, talk or hear while tied tied was thrilling. As he looked through his little box of toys he could feel little tingles go up and down his spine as he anticipated what was to come. He quickly stripped off his clothes and hopped into his girlfriends shower. Brian knew his struggles would make him sweaty and leave his scent in Natalie's bed and around the house. He could explain some of it, but he'd come up with a plan. Brian had figured that if he used his girlfriends body wash, and then bathed himself in her scented products, even her shampoo, it would cover up his smell. He wasn't fond of the plan. Brian was already sensitive about his masculinity, given how often he was getting mistaken for a girl. The last thing he ever wanted to do was smell like one. But he gritted his teeth because he knew it would be necessary for his plan. He consoled himself thinking about how amazing his evening was going to be. As he picked through the bath products, rejecting the ones that were too girly, he found one of his girlfriends that was pleasant but not too feminine. Brian smiled as he began to lather up in the scent.
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Réka used her keys to open the door almost wistfully. This was her last stop. Not that she'd miss working part time as a cleaning lady, but she'd passed her classes, graduated with a degree in biology, and in a week, she'd be on a plane heading back to her home in Eastern Europe. Everything was packed. No more biology student, no more lab assistant, and soon no more cleaning lady. There was just this last bit of her job to finish, then she had the whole weekend free. She wasn't sure what she was going to do afterwards... She had an urge to hit the clubs and do something wild with her last free time in this country. She'd avoided such frivolity because she'd had no time between her work and schooling. So this weekend was her last fling. Not that she was expecting to be done quickly. This house, a house of little gymnast girls who were attending the same school, was always a pain to clean. Réka couldn't believe that tiny women could be this filthy! But the women in this house seemed to make big messes. Réka seriously considered just leaving it the way it was. This being her last day, what could they do, complain? Exhaling sadly, she realized she didn't really have anything else to do and her own pride demanded she do a good job, so Réka carried her tray of cleaning chemicals to the kitchen. As was usual on Friday night, all the girls were out and the place was dark. Réka flipped on the lights as she entered rooms, thinking how nice it must be to have your way to school be completely paid, and just having to leap and dance around all weekend in exchange. Sure, it was work, but it must be a million times better than the jobs Réka had to hold down, like cleaning up after filthy girls.
Réka saw something laying on the floor in the kitchen and realized it looked like a key. She reached down and picked it up. It was a key, but a very strange one. It was too small to be a door key. Either way, Réka slipped it into her pocket, glad she hadn't accidentally vacuumed it up while cleaning. Réka took one look at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink and wrinkled her nose in disgust. She was glad she didn't have to take care of that mess, just the general house cleaning. With a quiet sigh, Réka grabbed her brushes and cleaners to start on the bathrooms.
As she headed towards where the vacuum was kept, she heard a noise from one of the bedrooms. Was someone home? She paused, listening carefully. After a bit, she could hear some muffled moans. The noises seemed very... Sexual in nature. Groans of pleasure, not agony. Was one of the girls masturbating? Réka remembered that during one of her previous times cleaning this house, she'd stumbled across a large pink suitcase filled with very nasty sex toys owned by one of the girls. She'd said nothing at the time, but quietly put the suitcase back in the closet. Any other day and Réka would've gone back to the kitchen and made noise so the person could make themselves decent... But this being her last time cleaning this house she suddenly felt adventurous. How fun would it be to walk in on one of the girls playing with herself? She could easily deny having heard anything and it would be fun to completely embarrass someone. Getting ready to pretend to be surprised and to humiliate one of these rich little girls, Réka quickly opened the door, walked in... And instantly froze in her tracks.
Rékas first thought was someone had tied up one of the poor girls! She was even blindfolded! Was there a burglar? But as the shock subsided, she was able to look closer. What at first she'd thought was a girl, mostly because of the long blonde hair in pigtails and the slight, mostly hairless build, looked like a boy. As she scanned down, one small item stuck out removing any doubt this was a boy. Emphasis on the small, Réka smirked. Réka liked her men large, hairy, dark and masculine. Whoever this was, he was small, much smaller than Réka, delicate and had no hair except for the long blond hair on his head. That, and he was obviously enjoying himself. Réka quickly surmised this was not involuntary as he writhed around, making happy groans. And suddenly the box of sex toys in this house made a little more sense. Unsure of how to react, Réka slowly and very quietly closed the door, then went back to the kitchen to think on what she'd seen.
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Brian was so turned on, he could barely stand it. As he writhed around on his girlfriends bed, his hands cuffed firmly behind his back and his legs tied at the knees, he pretended that he was being held captive by his girlfriend. In his imagination, she'd found out he was a pervert and she'd got so angry she'd tied him up. She had to run out for a minute, but when she got back, she was going to videotape him and put it on the internet so all his friends would see it.
Or at least that's the imaginary scenario that played out in Brian's mind. It was fantasy, but it was a powerful fantasy. The threat of exposure was a powerful aphrodisiac. His stomach filled with butterflies, his whole body shook with adrenaline. As he squirmed and fought his bonds, he also knew he was on the edge of orgasm. He slowed down slightly, trying to stay on the edge as long as he could. He began thinking about puppies and his grandmother and about sports and cars. That was his trick to calm himself. Without that, he probably wouldn't last 30 seconds and then it would be all over too soon! The plan was that when he couldn't take it anymore, he would soon start to hop out of the room making his way to the kitchen. There he'd placed the handcuff key and that would release him from his self imposed bondage. He knew the trip, being forced to hop and kneel and then trying to find the tiny key on the floor while he was completely blind and deaf would be incredibly erotic. Then he'd unlock his wrist restraints while keeping the head harness on and masturbate until he exploded. It would be so amazing, but he had to slowly work himself up to higher and higher levels of ecstasy before he the final orgasmic explosion. Brian loved the head harness he was wearing, the item responsible for his blindness and deafness... And also for the ball gag in his mouth. He'd bought it online, then snuck it out of the mailbox before anyone had seen it. The thick leather filled his nostrils with a strong leather odor, in effect even restricting another of his senses. But primarily it held the ball gag in place, the blindfold was held onto the harness by snaps and the ear cups fit over his ears perfectly. It even had nice pigtail holders, one on either side. Of course, the pigtail holder was pretty much verification that the harness was supposed to be for a woman, something that bothered Brian. Still, it fit him perfectly, like a glove. And he put his hair into the pigtail snaps because it kept it out of the way while he struggled. He was just glad no one would ever see him wearing it.
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Réka was sitting in the living room, still trying to process what she'd seen. There was a helpless boy up in the the bedroom! She thought about him up there, struggling and felt a peculiar warmth in her adult regions. He was so cute. He was so helpless and his little pigtails made him look like a doll. It made Réka remember how, when she was little, she used to dress up her dolls and then tie them up so the handsome hero could come to the rescue of the damsels in distress. At the moment she thought about that boy upstairs and dressing him like a doll... Hnnngggff. Réka was hit with a wave of arousal so powerful at the thought, it surprised her. She was so turned on, she was feeling flushed. She squirmed in her seat, helpless against the wave of erotic power that washed over her. Her skin burned like it was on fire even just thinking about it. But certainly, she couldn't dress up someone against their will! You just could not treat a real person like a helpless doll... Could she?
But then she thought about the gymnast women that lived in this house. She'd cleaned it before, and had a few peeks in closets. She knew that there were all sorts of strange, doll-like outfits to be found. The house was overflowing with makeup, both stage and regular, and props of all kinds that would be so perfect for a doll. So many outfits... How could she not take the opportunity to play a little dress-up with a human doll? And combined with the box of sex toys she'd found in one room and the fact the young man upstairs was clearly someone who enjoyed it... It would be wrong to do what she was planning to someone unwilling, but this cute little boy, he obviously was willing.
An idea began to form. As it happened, she'd been fixing slides for the microscopes at school before coming over. She had a bottle of chloral hydrate, used to clear small biological specimens for observation, in the car. They warned the first year students but someone always got sloppy and got a strong whiff while working with the chloral hydrate, immediately passing out. Réka knew that it was chemically similar to chloroform and generated similar effects. However as Réka was the lab assistant, she had been the one to help the students who had accidents. She knew that they would fall into a deep sleep. And it didn't matter if you slapped them or dragged them around, they wouldn't wake until a certain period of time. After that time, they'd awake with no memory of what had happened, only complaining of a feeling that they'd been falling. She could easily use it to knock the boy out for a while and then... Réka grinned ear to ear thinking of the possibilities.
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Brian jerked to consciousness. He dreamt he'd been falling and now, even before he opened his eyes, he suddenly remembered he was in his girlfriends bed. It quickly came back to him how he'd decided to do some self-bondage. But he must've fallen asleep! Oh no! This had happened to him before when he had played with self bondage. The huge adrenaline dump of being all tied up and fantasizing sometimes left him weak and shaky. He'd almost faint, it was so powerful. This time, he must have actually passed out completely! But how long had he been out? With his eyes closed, he couldn't tell what time it was. It might be night time already. Brian wasn't worried, he knew he had the whole weekend and he was sure he hadn't slept too long. But even though he couldn't see... Brian started to realize something was different. He'd put on a harness that had a blindfold for his eyes, covers for his ears, a ball gag for his mouth and even held his hair out of the way... He couldn't feel the harness around his head anymore. It was gone!
He no longer felt the straps tightly around his head, just one at the back of his neck instead. A quick sniff and he couldn't smell the strong leather either. Instead, he smelled a very strong, very feminine scent. It smelled like a field of flowers? Brian recognized the scent. It was the favorite perfume of Natalie's roommate only much stronger than he'd ever smelled it before. This couldn't be right. He tried to open his eyelids, but they were firmly shut, even though he didn't feel any material on top of his eyes. He could feel something on his skin. Not just his eyelids, but on his cheek, on his lips, all over his face. It felt light, like face-paint? But try as he might, he just couldn't open his eyes. There was something in his mouth, but it wasn't a ball-gag. Instead, it felt like a long, thick rubber cylinder. It went deep into his mouth, tickling the back of his throat and almost triggering his gag reflex. The only way he could keep from choking was to suck the thick rod continuously. He could feel the strap at his cheeks that went around behind his neck, keeping it in place. It was much thicker, and filled his mouth so well, he could barely make a noise. After a few experimental grunts that sounded barely like whispers, Brian realized he was truly silenced. It took a moment for him to realize that, if he couldn't hardly make a noise... How could he hear it? It felt like there was nothing blocking his ears. He could hear clearly! What was going on, where were the harness earpieces? Even as he realized the ear covers were gone, Brian's ears still felt funny. And as he decided to sit up, it became even more bizarre. Brian could feel something hanging off his ears, swinging! It was like there was a weight on each earlobe, dangling freely. Now sitting up, he turned his head side to side to feel the weight swinging on his ear. Weights hanging off his ears... Was this what earrings felt like? But he didn't have pierced ears. How was this possible? Was he still dreaming?
As Brian sat up, the redistribution of weight brought some whole new sensations. Starting from the top, now he could feel there was something heavy on top of his head. Was he wearing some sort of hat? But more important, he could feel his hair pressing against his cheeks, along his neck and down his back? But how was that possible? His hair was long, but it wasn't even shoulder length! Now it felt so heavy that it pulled his head back. As he turned his head he could feel and hear something moving well below his waist. Focusing on how the hair felt, he could feel the hair wasn't even laying flat. It was like it was pressing into his cheeks and neck like a spring. Was it... Curled? Was there something laying on top of his hair? Like some kind of cloth? Now that the thought had occurred to him, a few swings of his head and Brian was certain his hair was curly and enormous. He could feel the individual curls pressing into his cheeks and neck. But how? Brian tried to use his hands, but he quickly realized that he was wearing gloves of some kind of satiny material. Not only that, while he was still in handcuffs, the handcuffs were attached to something, pulling Brian's hands up near his shoulder blades. Thinking back, Brian remembered that he had then handcuffed his hands behind his back. It certainly didn't feel like that anymore! His hands were still in handcuffs behind his back, he could feel them on his wrist. But now it felt like a chain had been attached between the handcuffs and they had been pulled up almost between his shoulder blades so that he could barely move them. A quick tug confirmed that, whatever the handcuffs were attached to was tied to the collar around his neck. The more force he used to pull down, the more it pulled on his neck and the harder it was to breathe. Brian knew about this position. He'd seen it in pictures online, and they'd called it a 'reverse prayer' but he'd never tried it before. It was just too confining to risk. He could wiggle his fingers, and even tug on his own hair, but he couldn't feel textures or anything through the gloves. How was he going to unlock the handcuffs? That's why he'd just locked them behind himself, so he had the flexibility to bring the cuffs forward and make them easy to unlock. Brian didn't even know how he was going to put the key in the lock... With the gloves on, he couldn't even feel where the keyhole was! Brian tried to move other parts of his body but that brought on a whole new wave of confusion that almost overwhelmed him and made him feel like he might pass out.
Brian remembered tying himself at his knees. That had obviously changed. His legs now felt like the were wrapped, waist to ankle. Instead of a strap at the knees, which allowed him to get to the kitchen without too much trouble, it felt like the strap covered his whole lower body. Wiggling his legs, he was barely able to move them apart. He'd be limited to taking a step half the length of his foot! Above his waist... Brian had been light-headed since he'd awoke. But any attempt to take a deep breath to compensate was completely thwarted. It felt like his torso was utterly immobile, wrapped crushingly tight in iron. The only way he could get any breath in his lungs was to raise and lower his shoulders, which only allowed a little sip of air. He realized this light-headed feeling wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. And that led back to his arms, trapped in the handcuffs. But Brian realized he couldn't cross that bridge until he actually got the key. Which now, with all these strange things happening, was a huge priority.
At this point, a funny thing happened. Despite a solid dose of fear and confusion at what was going on, Brian was realizing he was well and truly bound. And, since that was his fetish, he felt a rush going down between his legs. He knew he was so turned on. This was like all his fantasies multiplied! And as things began to... um.. grow downstairs, things took a twisted turn. A painful one. Suddenly it felt like something was biting into his genitals! Something sharp and agonizing was cutting into his expanding parts. Brian quickly stopped thinking about his plight and began thinking about puppies and his grandmother and about sports and cars... The arousal was quickly gone, and the pain also faded, albeit slower.
Brian had heard of chastity devices, of course. He was an avid reader and was planning to buy one someday to experiment with it. Despite never having worn one before, he knew he had to be wearing one now. Everything was wrapped so tight, he hadn't been able to feel it before. But now he could feel he was wearing something and it was one of the models with barbs designed to cause pain on arousal. Brian felt a surge of disappointment. This was his fantasy, his fetish and now he couldn't even enjoy it?! This was the height of cruelty. IT WASN'T FAIR! He had to get out of this right away.
Sitting up, he wriggled and walked on his butt to the edge of the bed. At first it felt like he was tangled up in the bed-sheet, but from the weight and the sound of fabric on fabric, it soon became apparent that the sheets were attached to him somehow. He could feel a tremendous weight on his hips. Something was attached there... And suddenly it hit him.
A DRESS! Brian realized he was wearing a dress! Of course! The tightness on his torso, the massive material hanging from his waist... This was some kind of tremendous ballgown. Brian figured he'd know for sure once he was on his feet. So he hopped off the bed... And nearly went face first into the wall! Brian had expected to land on his feet. But just after his toes had hit the ground, his heels had landed on something on the ground that had nearly pitched him forward onto his face. Luckily, the huge weight around his waist had somewhat resisted his movement, and slowed him enough that he was able to recover. A quick swing of his waist with a very audible swish of fabrics confirmed the very heavy skirting that hung there, letting Brian know he was, in fact, wearing something like a dress. But why couldn't he put his feet flat on the ground? He tried to take a step so as to get off whatever it was his heels were on. As he'd realized earlier, each step was barely half the length of his foot... And Brian had small feet. But once he'd take a few steps and still hadn't stepped 'off' whatever was keeping his heels high in the air and keeping him on his tiptoes, it dawned on him... And Brian felt so stupid.
'Of course', Brian thought. 'Somehow I'm in a dress and HIGH HEELS!' After mentally kicking himself for not figuring it out sooner, Brian stopped to consider his next plan of action. Obviously, someone had come across him sleeping and had put him in a dress. Har de har har, what a joke. Brian wasn't laughing. He listened for anyone, but heard nothing. So how had this happened? Who had done this? Was it his girlfriend? No, she was out of town. Was it one of her roommates? No, they were all performing together. Was it one of the roommates boyfriends? Brian quickly put that out of his mind. Whatever it was, it had to be some kind of prank. And Brian knew his only option was to get the key from the kitchen and get out of it. So he started his journey, knowing with his tiny, tiny steps it was going to take an hour, at least. Of course, it only took a few steps for that estimation to change as suddenly something came buzzing to life. A few steps, and a strong vibration began in Brian's... erm... back end. The tight squeeze on his waist and hips had meant Brian couldn't really feel anything down there until now, but it was quickly apparent that as he moved, something was springing to life. And the extremely intense vibration was again starting things growing down there, against his will. It felt like the vibrations were right against his prostate, right in the core of his loins. He could almost feel those evil points digging into his genitals again as he became aroused. Puppies! Grandmother! No!! He was losing the battle and the pain increased. He froze... And the vibrations stopped.
No, no, no!! Brian quickly understood how insidious this was. Whoever had put him in the evil chastity device had also attached a motion activated vibrator. Moving with any speed would activate it, and the unstoppable arousal as it vibrated against his prostate would insure intense agony for poor Brian. If he'd only been restricted to his tiny steps, the trip to the kitchen would've taken an hour. But now that he had to move even slower, pausing to stop the vibrator, it was going to take him HOURS! And Brian knew from when he was on the bed that the intense agony of the chastity device had made him bend over uncontrollably at the waist. If he did that now balancing on high heels, he'd fall. And in his current state, if he fell, worming his way to the kitchen could take DAYS! He'd be discovered for sure. His girlfriend might understand, but she might not. And any of the roommates or their boyfriends would out him to the rest of the school as a pervert. Not for the last time on his long, slow, journey to the kitchen, Brian wondered how this had happened...
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Réka was beside herself with excitement. It had taken a while, but it was completely worth it.
First she'd soaked a cloth in chloral hydrate, taking care to avoid inhaling it herself. After a slight exposure, the boy was out like a light, completely unconscious. She used the handcuff key to release him, then had stripped him naked. She could smell that he was wearing something sweet, but it wasn't anything she liked, so Réka had grabbed some perfume from one of the girls rooms that was more pleasant to her nose. That it was undeniably feminine was just a fun little bonus. She may have overdone it a bit, dousing the boy in the perfumed scent, but it was worth it as he now smelled so pleasant. So now the question was what clothing to dress her new doll in. As she scoured the closets of the four girls, she came across several possibilities, including prom dresses and a collection of Halloween outfits. There were princess outfits, including one fairy princess, and a few southern belle outfits with many, many petticoats. So many costumes these girls had! But as Réka dug in the closets, she unzipped a garment bag... And almost cried out in joy. Inside was the most beautiful, over-the-top, bridal gown that Réka had ever seen. It was far too extreme for a real wedding. It was a parody of a real wedding gown. This must've been used for some play, fashion show or something else. As if it were fate, it was almost the same size as the sleeping boy... With one exception. The dress was designed for a very, very tiny waist. Réka narrowed her eyes in thought. She was up to the challenge!
Digging around, one of the girls had a small cache of Gothic themed clothing. And Réka had seen the steel boned corset in there before as she'd cleaned the house. She quickly retrieved it, noticing a few more items which she brought back. Measuring the dress told Réka how much that corset had to be closed... And the answer was all the way. She lay the corset on the bed and rolled the snoring boy face-first onto the corset. Quickly lacing him up, she tightened the corset. But struggle as she might, she couldn't quite close it. Then she'd had the idea to handcuff the cute boy, and hook the handcuff chain over the bedpost. Soon he hung from his handcuffed hands, his midsection stretched out. With mighty, mighty struggles of all her strength, a few creaks that she assumed was the corset, but might've been ribs, and a foot firmly in the cute boys back, she'd closed it. Whew!
While he was hanging there, she looked at the bondage box, and found something that looked very much like it fit on a boy. Réka was both intrigued... And blushing at the thought. It had a metal piece on the front that closed around the item dangling from between his legs. Since Réka was more than happy to cover that up, she tried to put it in place, only to find it was attached to a long rubber dildo at the rear. Looking back at the box, Réka found the lube, and soon the whole chastity belt slid into place. Just before she closed it, Réka realized that the dildo in the back was actually removable. If she'd known that, she probably would've taken it off, but she looked at it, almost fully inserted, and decided it was just easier to push it all the way in and forget about it now. The chastity belt itself was so shiny and new, Réka wondered if it had ever been used. But there was no arguing with the result. It was just as she'd hoped. Now he truly did look like a doll with nothing but smooth metal between his legs, front and back. Réka clicked the locks closed and put the key in her pocket. She took the opportunity to begin lacing the white high heeled thigh-high boots that she'd found in one of the closets. Oh, she'd found lots of shoes that would work with the outfit. However the boots were ideal because they were both the most restraining, being thigh-high lace up boots as well as having a ridiculously high heel, and because she knew they'd be irremovable with the next clothing she had planned. It was another item that had been with the corset. Réka had instantly recognized it as a hobble skirt. Not just a tight skirt, but a true bondage hobble skirt with lacing. Sliding it up over the boys legs as he still hung from the handcuffs overhead, she saw it was made of a very sturdy, indestructible leather. It laced up the back just like the corset, so Réka threw her all into it. When she was done, she could barely stop giggling. The boy was relaxed, so his feet were splaying out to either side. With his feet facing out like that, the boy looked like a mermaid! With the corset pushing what little extra flesh he had up so it looked like cleavage, and with his legs as tightly bound together as to look like a fish, his feet just stuck out the end to look like tail-fins and complete the illusion. Réka had a moment where she considered making him into a mermaid instead... There was an outfit in one of the rooms... But the wedding dress was too good not to use and she stayed the course.
With him still hanging, Réka decided it was time for the make-up! But before she began, she didn't want him suddenly waking up and opening his eyes while she was working. To that end, she had some medical adhesive in her lab assistant medical kit. The label said 'Dermabond' and it was used for gluing tissue together when someone was badly cut. Réka applied it carefully, binding the boys upper eyelid to the lower taking very great care not to get any in his eyes. She knew from experience that skin would be solidly stuck shut for six to eight hours, but with no long-term harm. Perfect! Getting back to the make-up, the girls who lived in the house had a huge assortment to choose from. Réka specifically looked for the waterproof, long lasting versions. She knew he'd be struggling and moving around and she wanted to make sure her bride looked his best! She giggled to herself at the thought. Réka had no subtlety in her planned makeup job, meaning if anything looked good, twice as much must look better. Soon the boy sported some very sexy, but very overdone makeup that made him look like a Barbie doll given a makeover by a small child. Digging around, Réka had also found a set of utterly massive, wavy hair extensions that were a very similar blonde to the boy's hair. Looking around in each room, she found each girl had a matching set. Obviously they'd needed to have matching hairstyles for some reason. Réka thought about the time it would take to curl his hair and considered just doing it quickly, but she realized that she HAD to see this lovely big wavy blond hair on her 'doll', so she started working with the curler. Soon she'd blended the extensions, four people's worth, with his real hair, using enough hair clips and bobby pins to insure his scalp would come off before all that hair. Having so much hair, more than any human could grow, just made him look undeniably like a doll. Réka was so happy with how it had turned out even if it had left her hands a bit sore. And now it was time for the dress.
The dress was simply a caricature of a fairy-tale wedding dress. The fitted bodice with an enormous ballgown silhouette in a grand style. From the huge oversized pouf shoulders, to the lace decorated sleeves. While inside it perfectly fit a modest chest, the dress including padding for the gigantic breast cups making any girl who wore it look like she was monstrously endowed. Yet the dress dropped to an utterly tiny waist, one that Réka had managed to make fit with not a gnats whisker to spare. Finally, the perfect topping piece, the huge ballgown that spread out to a royal train that trailed behind. It really was the perfect doll dress. Réka realized that it needed a petticoat to flare out the ballgown. Luckily, there was one in every girls room in the house. She grabbed the first one and saw that the proper amount of poof was added to the dress. Remembering what she'd learned with the hair... One might be good, but what about more? Looking underneath, she still saw room between the petticoat and the boys mermaid legs. So much empty space. What would he look like with more petticoats?
Soon a second petticoat was tied in place. And a third. And soon a fourth. Each petticoat was so full of fluff as to fill a civil war re-enactment skirt. But four of them together? So much pouf as to insure her blond little boy looked utterly doll-like in his excess. He'd be barely able to move his legs even if they weren't in that hobble skirt! All that was left were the little details. The satiny white opera length gloves were slid up his limp, unresistant hands. A collar was placed on his delicate neck from the bondage items box, and the handcuffs placed through, pulling his hands up and back to his shoulder-blades. While looking through the girls item, she'd seen a wonderfully appropriate pair of long, dangling chandelier earrings. One needle and an ice cube later, and both earrings were firmly placed in the new holes. All that was left was to place the wedding tiara and the long wedding veil. Réka attached them the same way she attached the extensions... With enough bobby pins to insure hair would come out of scalp before the tiara and veil would move.
As Réka pulled the cute boy back onto the bed, she took picture after picture with her phone. He looked like the most regal doll, laying back in his fairy-tale wedding gown. Satin and lace and mounds and mounds of fluffy petticoats made him a perfect toy for a young girl to play with. Réka looked at her phone pictures, making sure she'd captured enough to take home with her. She wanted to long remember her doll. And of course, these pictures might be very useful for this... Brian, she thought, as she looked through Brian's wallet at all his ID. No one would ever think he was a Brian now. Having blackmail material on this fellow might be useful in the future, she reasoned... One never knows.
Réka slowly and quietly moved her stuff out to her car, making sure to leave no trace of her visit. She'd tell the agency she ran out of time and didn't get to the last address. Wistfully she looked back at the house, imagining the boys response when he awoke. She'd love to stay and watch, but she'd been here too long already. She'd had her fun, it was time to go. As she mentally checked through all of her items, making sure she hadn't left anything behind, she felt a lump in her pocket. Reaching in, her hand came out with two keys. One was the tiny handcuff key. The other was the key to the chastity belt. 'Whoops', she thought. 'I forgot to put these some place they can be found.' She started to walk back into the house to put them somewhere obvious when she stopped and a devious smile spread across her face. Without saying a word, she put the keys back in her pocket, got into her car and drove off.
THE END
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