Meddling with Mandy

MEDDLING WITH MANDY

Chapter 4 – Bethany's Baptism.

By

Anne Gray

God! She was a walking wet dream. The fitted two-piece suit of light brown and green tweed had a chocolate brown leather collar, lapels and a matching belt. Dark brown leather piping encircled the end of each sleeve and the hem of her knee length thigh hugging skirt.

The knee-high boots with 4” heels, tight kid gloves, handbag hooked over her left arm and the po' boy cap topping off this vision were the same chocolate colored leather.

I estimated she was about 5' 6” without the heels and that the straight blonde hair swinging just to her shoulders was probably natural. As she passed within a few feet of me I could see that her eyes were blue, delicately highlighted with the same perfect touch that had applied the glistening red lipstick to a luscious pair of full lips.

Leaving my coffee half finished I mentally threw the rest of my plans for the day out the window, picked up my own purse and fell in a short way behind her. This one was going to be mine one way or another, at least for a few weeks, until I had her trained and a buyer lined up.

As she left the shopping mall and started across the parking lot I stayed close enough to see her fish her keys from the handbag. She glanced at me as I walked passed the mid sized Cadillac she was unlocking. I made a mental note of the license number before quickening my step to my own vehicle.

There was plenty of time to get settled and then follow a distance behind the Caddie for what turned out to be a ten minute drive ending with her pulling in the driveway of a neat bungalow as the garage door opened automatically. Now I had her street address.

Back home Mandy was still at work for another couple of hours and I spent that time on the computer hacking for information based on the license plate. Printing off a copy of the findings I poured myself a drink and settled down to wait for my lovely sub and bondage toy to come home.

Monika had been gone from our tender care for several weeks and I had been feeling a little restless but now, after this afternoon, I felt much more invigorated. To work off my excess energy I was waiting as Mandy turned from shutting the front door only to find a large ball gag being shoved in her mouth.

Twenty minutes later I had her kneeling in front of me - stripped, arms locked behind her back in a leather sheath, feet laced in ankle high ballet boots, the ball gag replaced with a rubber covered steel ring and her tongue working overtime where it could do the most good. Holding her head with two handfuls of hair I leaned back, closed my eyes and pictured it was the vision I had seen earlier in her place; even her name was beautiful – Bethany!

Satiated for the time being I helped Mandy up to sit beside me on the chesterfield, removed the ring gag, gave her a sip of wine and held the printout so she could read it. “We have a new project and this is the start of the research phase,” I told her as, with my other hand, I started to return the favour.

A few weeks of intensive research and the folder on Bethany Stuart was a ½” thick. She lived alone, was 26 years old and divorced after a three year marriage to the son of a very well off public figure. The son had problems keeping his cock in his pants, even with such a gorgeous wife, hence the house and an extremely generous settlement allowed her to live comfortably indulging herself however she wished.

Not surprisingly she did some part-time modeling but, in most cases, since she didn't need the money she did a contra deal that had her keep her pick of the clothes she modeled. Consequently, as had been obvious the first time I saw her and a few times during the weeks of research, her wardrobe consisted of high-end outfits. Luckily they were not one-off designer items but were available at expensive retail outlets and that meant an idea I was developing became feasible.

Now all I needed was Bethany. Several mornings each week she worked out at a local gym so very early one morning Mandy dropped me at the end of our target's street and in minutes I was through the side door of her garage keeping the Caddie company.

Like most houses on the street the double garage had two more entrances beside the one whose lock I had just picked - the main overhead door and a direct entry to the house. It was unlocked and on the other side was a laundry room that, in turn, led to the kitchen where I stopped to get my bearings on the rest of the layout.

It wasn't hard to figure out so I left my bag of tricks on the floor except for one item and moved carefully down to the master bedroom at the end of the center hall. The door was open, well why wouldn't it be she did live alone? Sliding the cloth out of its plastic baggie I reached over the sleeping form and held it inches away from her face. After a couple of minutes, as her breathing got progressively deeper, I poked her shoulder with a finger and, getting no reaction, put the anesthetic soaked pad back in the bag. It would be at least two hours before she started to surface.

A trip to the kitchen for my supplies and then I folded the bedclothes back to admire my soon to be newest houseguest. Oh baby, are we going to have fun together, I thought; at least Mandy and I will.

I gave Mandy a call on my cell to let her know that things had gone according to plan then looked for Bethany's home office and found her daily calendar. Seeing that there was nothing planned and no appointments scheduled for the day I raised a quick thank you to the powers that be for giving me at least a clear 24 hours and went to work.

Believe it or not the fashion plate was sleeping in a long flannel nightgown that I left on as I used several lengths of cord to bind her ankles, knees and then the wrists and elbows behind her back. The gag was a ball with an opening through the middle that I would plug as soon as she started to wake up. While she was out I wanted to make sure she had all the air necessary. A leather blindfold strapped over the blonde tresses then I went to check that the house was completely closed down.

Curtains drawn in every room, I returned to the kitchen and found a carton of orange juice in the fridge. It looked a little bit silly holding a glass in my kid gloved hand but they wouldn't come off until I was out of the place and back home.

I found the keys to the Cadillac hanging on a hook by the door to the garage and then her linen cupboard that gave up a couple of sheets. After using those to line the trunk of the car, starting with the front hall closet, I began to transfer her stuff. Naturally most of the first load was outerwear – leather jackets, full-length coats, raincoats including a beautiful classic trench in butterscotch leather and designer winter boots.

Checking the other two bedrooms I found she had her spring and summer wardrobe in one and colder weather outfits in the other. In the car it went, it's amazing, when you don't worry about creasing things, how much you can pack in a small space. I used the front passenger seat area as well.

As I was doing this I kept checking on the state of Bethany and also sorted out the outfit I had seen her wearing that first time – it was my ticket out of here.

As she started to recover her senses I unfolded a stretchy rubber sheath and worked her body inside so I could zip it from ankle to neck leaving off the full head hood until she was completely awake.

When I judged it was time I fitted hollow hard rubber tubes in Bethany's nostrils, plugged the hole in her gag and stretched the top of the rubber sheath tightly over her head until I could close it around her neck and fasten the buckle. The nose tubes poked through and the rise and fall of her chest showed me that she was getting enough air.

Bethany had awoken to her bondage 101 baptism and, while she didn't know it yet, she was signed up for the full course!

With some effort I got her up and over my shoulder then, with a couple of stops along the way, out to the garage and across the back seat of the Caddie. Using more cord and the anchor points for the seat belts I lashed her down flat on her back. A few trips to pile more stuff on top of the helpless form, making sure to keep her head clear then I stripped myself and threw everything I was wearing, except my gloves, in the car.

It took just a few minutes to neatly make her bed and get dressed. Bethany was only an inch taller than Mandy and about the same amount shorter than me so I knew things would fit – they did and they made me feel gorgeous. Well, the boots were a touch tight but livable. I combed out the blonde wig from my bag, settled it in place and then added the po'boy cap. Hey, I thought looking in the mirror, if no one gets close enough to check my eye colour just call me Bethany!

I found her handbag and checked that everything she would normally need was in it. Well, she was going to disappear and you can't do that without a full purse, now can you?

There was not a peep from the rubber encased form on the back seat as “Bethany” pulled the Cadillac from the garage, closing it automatically behind her, and left.

YES!

Even though my house was fairly remote there was no point in taking any chances so I parked the Caddie safely out of sight in the garage. Before starting to unload my trophies I went and changed to something more appropriate for the occasion – a black leather cat suit.

Mandy had taken the day off and between us we soon had all the clothes hanging on temporary racks in a spare room to be sorted later then we picked up Bethany and carted her through to the playroom.

An hour later, unless Bethany had something in her history I had missed, she was experiencing her first taste of leather bondage. We had left the rubber hood in place but stripped off the rest of the sheath then, working like a well oiled team we laced her into a black leather corset that covered her torso from neck to hips but left her breasts bulging through a couple of openings.

With her shape she really didn't need a corset but it was necessary to get the correct “bondage” effect. Her elbows and forearms met behind her back and were locked in a laced and buckled single leather sleeve. We stood her up so we could bend her over a thigh high bar, spread her legs and tie her ankles to the posts holding the bar.

I had promised Mandy that she could have some fun so I took a position in front of the bar, with Bethany's head held between my thighs as I pulled up on the arm sheath to lift it out of the way, and watched in amusement.

There was a first time for everything and this was the first time Mandy had not been the recipient of the two relatively large items she held. I stifled a laugh as I saw her look of concentration while she lubricated the butt plug by spreading KY from a tube with her latex gloved hands then positioned the knob at Bethany's rear entrance.

She raised her eyes to look at me as if for reassurance. When I nodded she began pushing and Bethany began bucking against my hold. That didn't do her any good and the thick rubber toy slowly disappeared as Mandy continued the pressure. The blonde's rosebud contracted to almost normal size as the narrow end of the plug went inside and the base flange met her skin.

“Why don't you see if you can find some natural lubrication for the dildo Mandy?”

When I said that she looked at her glistening latex fingers and then smiled as she understood and reached in to start manipulating them in the captive vagina. I don't think it was more than a minute before she found the clitoris and had both hands fully occupied.

I reached under the squirming body with one hand and captured a nipple to roll between my fingers and then scratch with a fingernail. After a while Mandy looked at her gloves again to confirm why they were sliding around so easily then grabbed the dildo and literally shoved it home in one shot.

After releasing her ankles I held her as Mandy worked a pair of tight latex panties up Bethany's legs and over her buttocks then attached a crotch strap to the back of the corset, handed the end through to me and I fed it through a buckle at the front and yanked it tight.

Dropping her to the floor we strapped her legs in several places and then worked them in a single thigh high boot with a 7” heel. Even with both of us doing the lacing it was a good 15 minutes before the gleaming black leather was smooth and very tight. Lifting her to lie on the adjustable table we strapped her down and then tilted it to a 45-degree angle and removed the rubber hood.

The blindfold and gag were still in place and before we removed them we each pulled on a black leather half mask to heighten the effect. Just this once I had allowed Mandy to wear one of my black leather Domme outfits and, while she was trying so hard to look menacing, and I expected Bethany would think she was, I was having trouble keeping a straight face; the mask would help!

The blindfold came off to reveal a flushed face and a pair of beautiful but tearful blue eyes. I lowered my voice and growled at Bethany, “I am going to take out the gag and let my associate give you a drink of water but I don't want to hear any yelling or screaming. Do you understand?”

She looked at me then turned, studied Mandy before turning back to me with a small nod of her head – it was the only thing she could move anyway.

So that was how Bethany entered our control.

Later that evening, after dark, dressed again in Bethany's tweed outfit I drove the Caddie into town and left it parked on a side street in a particularly notorious district. Mandy had followed in my car and we were soon back home again.

My guess was that before morning the Cadillac would have been stolen and, by noon, disappeared completely in a chop shop.

The next morning Mandy had gone back to work and I had taken a mold of Bethany's head from which I made a very thin flesh coloured acrylic facemask that slotted into the back half with shaped openings for her ears. The only other openings were at the nose where two ½” extensions fitted in her nostrils and a very tiny needle valve at the center of the lips that controlled the rubber gag bladder attached inside.

The two pieces were locked in place by a band around her throat and a small padlock at the nape of her neck. The first time the mask was padlocked in place I freed Bethany's hands and told her to feel it and learn why it could not be taken off without help so her only option was to follow instructions and do as she was told. Then I pumped up the gag bladder.

I was quite proud of the work but had to admit that it was Mandy's delicate touch that painted the features. As a reward I clamped her and Bethany together for a couple of hours sharing a double dildo with new long life batteries.

Over the next few days Bethany spent quite a lot of time in the mask practicing walking in a pair of knee high ballet boots. Since she couldn't see or speak I was able to leave her arms free for balance but as she got increasingly steady on the boots I started adding bits and pieces of bondage during the sessions.

By the next weekend I was ready to test my idea. First, Mandy got plugged, gagged and strapped securely in the half chair to watch the proceedings. By the end of the day she would be so aroused I'd be lucky to get any sleep that night.

Bethany was naked except for the mask. “Like most of us women Bethany, I bet you can get dressed with your eyes closed so why don't we see? If you feel in front of you you will find everything you need and they are your own clothes so get started with the bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. There is a chair behind you to sit on while you put them on then I'll tell you what is next.”

My video camera caught it all as I led her through the rest of the outfit including a black pageboy wig, dangly earrings and 4” black pumps. There she was helpless because of the mask but otherwise free. The long sleeved white shirtwaist dress buttoned down the front and hugged her upper body but then, below the wide black leather belt, flared down to just below her knees.

Short kid gloves matched the belt and the shoes.

I led her to the end of the room telling her she was at the start of a runway and on command she would start modeling then I went back to my spot and got the camera ready again. “Go.”

I made a few adjustments and shot the same scene several times. The difference was that at the end of her walk she turned and revealed that her arms were now tightly bound up between her shoulders with white cord and her feet in black ballet boots.

I spent the evening editing, resulting in a video that opened with a shot of the inside of the mask showing the gag and nostril inserts then pulled away as it slowly settled on Bethany's face. I used an angle that didn't allow her face to show so there was not a problem of recognition. Then this gorgeous naked (but unrecognizable) female slowly started dressing in upscale but everyday clothes before starting to walk down the runway.

By the time she reached the end she had been transformed to a beautiful and severely bound figure.

I sent this test video to a very good friend with a bondage pay site and suggested they put it up as a teaser.

Over the last few years I had often read messages on the net that a lot of bondage enthusiasts, while they enjoyed the leather and latex fetish wear, were really turned on by the thought of using everyday street wear. I planned to fill that void with Bethany.

I asked my friend to advertise that, for a price the model in the teaser would dress and be restrained to their specifications; included was a list of her wardrobe. All they had to do was submit a description of their fantasy and a bid as to how much it would be worth to them to see it fulfilled.

Within days the response had been incredible and overwhelming but most of the ideas were completely feasible – as Bethany proved time after time. I did find it a bit strange that the most asked for piece of clothing was the trench coat! After several very profitable weeks I put the word out discretely that the model was available.

While we are waiting for the bidding to stop Mandy and I continue to spend several nights a week with Bethany ring gagged and stretched between us on the bed as we enjoy her body and put to good use a couple of large strap-ons while we let our hands go wherever they want.