A Passion for Bondage 5

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A Passion for Bondage 5: Mayleen Gets Lucky

Mayleen, of Chinese ancestry, and Aika, whose parents hailed from Japan, are roommates.  More than that, they are lovers both of each other and of kinky B&D games.  Quite content in their lesbian relationship, they, nevertheless, are not happy with their thankless, boring jobs that barely allow them to live in a small rental in a poor section of town.  In a flash of incredible good luck, Mayleen finds a lottery ticket and guess what?  Suddenly she’s richer than Midas!

They buy a mini-mansion and settle down to some serious kink.  That is, until a serpent enters their Eden.  A woman claims that the ticket Mayleen found was hers and that all the money should be turned over to her!  She does not get any money in her first attempt but returned with a friend, an Amazonian black woman named Shayla.  Together, they take Mayleen and Aika prisoner and begin a program of torture to force them to give up all that money.

Things don’t look so good as the two lovers are captives in their own home and being cruelly “persuaded.”   Lots of strict rope bondage, punishments and sex.

Published August 2020    45,000 words

About a week later, a package arrived in the mail, addressed to Mayleen.  As she opened it, she explained to Aika that, “I had to give them your measurements.  I hope they made it a good fit.”

“It” was a black leather straitjacket.  Not of the canvass type.  Aika whined with delight when she saw it.  “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to wear one of those,” she admitted.  “Haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have.  And if this works out as well as I think it will, I’ll order another one for myself.”

“Oh, goody!  When do I get to try this?”

“I got it mainly for overnight ties but we could try it for a few hours to make sure that it fits and is secure.”

“Secure?  Don’t they use these for violent patients?”

“Yes, they do.  But haven’t you seen those professional escape artists who get out of these all the time.”

“Yeah, there is that.  You think that I might be able to get out of it?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Oh, goody!”

Aika rushed off with her clothes and was standing there naked by the time Mayleen had the jacket unfolded and was reading the instructions for use.

“Okay, we start by putting your arms into these sleeves.”

That done, Mayleen began buckling up the straps across the back.  Each had a roller buckle and could be tightened down quite nicely.  There were five straps built into the jacket that went horizontally, and another one that came out of the front of the jacket, passed between the legs, and was buckled to the bottom edge of the back.  When that one was pulled, the strap pressed tightly against her pussy and was a bit uncomfortable where it came up through her butt crack.  Mayleen made sure that the strap was as tight as she could make it before she buckled it.

“Each of these buckles has an eyelet on the tongue.  You can insert a small lock into that and the buckles can’t be undone.  Neat, huh?”

Aika was excited by the idea that the jacket could be locked on.  “Will that make it harder for me to get out of it?”

“If the jacket is as good as they said it would be, you won’t be able to get out,” Mayleen promised.  “Now we take your arms and wrap them around your body like this.  The straps coming out of your sleeves cross over your back like this and then buckle to the sides of the jacket like this.  Let me pull that one a little tighter.”

“I’m really hugging myself,” Aika commented as her arms were buckled tightly in place.

Coming around in front, Mayleen reached for a strap that was attached to the front of the jacket where her arms crossed.  This strap was vertical and went around her arms.  When it was tightly buckled down, it held her arms pressed together.

“Oh, that with make it harder to pull my arms out.”

“Impossible, according to the advertising.  Most of the escape artists pull one arm up and over their head to escape.  This strap will prevent that from happening.”

Aika tugged her arms as hard as she could.  “I think you’re right.  I can’t move my arms at all.”

“Good.  But we’re not finished yet.”

There was another strap attached to the top of the jacket.  It was a bit over two inches wide and went around the neck.  A hasp in the back allowed for a lock to be inserted.

“That’s to keep the top of the jacket snug around your neck.”

“It does!”

Mayleen has used the old lock from their original trunk to secure the neck strap.

“It that all?” Aika asked.

“No.  When we use this for sleeping, your legs won’t be free.  But for right now, we’ll just let you try to get out of the jacket only.”

Aika turned and headed for the bedroom.  Mayleen followed.  In the master bedroom there was a full length mirror.  Aika stood before that and looked at herself from all angles.

“It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.  “Look at it.  It’s so tight!  And I love the feel of the leather against my skin.”

“They did a good job of making it fit,” Mayleen agreed.  “It looks almost as if it were molded to your body.  I don’t see any place where there is slack.

“Too bad you don’t have locks for all the buckles.”

“I’ll go to town and buy some tomorrow.  Meantime you can practice with it as it is.  I don’t think the locks will make all that much difference.  It’s more of a mental thing.”

Aika, smiling like a small child, began pulled and jerking and contorting her body, trying her best to defeat the leather device.  Mayleen settled down on the bed to watch.  It was a fascinating show Aika put on.  She was an athletic young woman and really put the jacket to the test.  But, after half an hour, she flopped herself on the bed next to Mayleen and proclaimed, “I can’t get out.”

“Good,” Mayleen replied, then leaned over and kissed Aika passionately.  Watching her lover struggle had gotten her excited.  Probably Aika also, knowing of her propensity for loving helplessness.  As the kiss became more passionate, Aika pressed her body against Mayleen.

“Oh, damn!  In this jacket, you can’t touch me!  My breasts are totally covered and that strap prevents you from getting at my pussy!  Damn!”

“You noticed!  I guess that means that the only sex that can happen now is  for you to use your tongue on me.”

“Guess so.  Doesn’t seem fair, somehow.  Well, anyway, get your clothes off.”

That small matter was quickly taken care off.  With some difficult, Aika crawled between Mayleen’s spread legs and knelt down to bring her tongue near the target.  There followed a prolonged session of lesbians lovemaking, although rather one-sided rather than the normal two way give and take.

Mayleen tried to hold off but between the energetic efforts of Aika and the wonderful erotic straitjacket, an orgasm came before she wanted it.  She had wanted to prolong the experience since it felt so very good.  The orgasm felt quite nice also, especially since Aika continued licking and sucking, stopping only when her tongue was too tired to continue.

“Is it comfortable?” asked Mayleen.

“Quite,” admitted Aika.  “Very nice.  I can hardly wait to try it for the whole night.  I’ll bet I can easily sleep in this.”

“Of course, you legs will be secured also.  But that can be fairly comfortable also.”

“Can I try it all night tonight?”

“Let’s let you spend the rest of the afternoon in it and see.”

“Fine.  Want to tie my legs?”

With a sigh and grin, Mayleen fetched some rope and bound Aika’s ankles crossed.  That position made it difficult for Aika to move around much, but she liked it, and spent the next few hours exploring just how much mobility she had.  Which turned out to be more than she would have expected.

Mayleen knew she would have to find a way to securing Aika down to the bed.  Just couldn’t have the prisoner crawling out of bed and around the house in the middle of the night.

When dinner time came up and Aika had spent almost four hours in the straitjacket, she announced that she was quite willing to try to sleep in it.

Aika was released from the jacket for dinner at Chin’s.  When bed time came, the jacket was put back on, just as tight or tighter than before.  The bed they shared was quite large, so it was no problem for Mayleen to tie her ankles together then connect them down to the end of the bed.  It didn’t restrict Aika all that much, but it did connect her to the bed.  The most she could do would be to wiggle off the bed onto the floor.  But once there, she would not be able to get back up.  Nor could she leave the bedroom.

Mayleen sensed Aika moving at times during the night, but she didn’t seem to be in any kind of distress.  In the morning, she announced that she had sleep fairly well.  “It made me have the most wonderful dreams,” she said.  “You’ll love it when yours arrives.”

Later that morning, Mayleen ordered a leather straitjacket in her size.