GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING
With my libido satisfied, i spend the rest of the day setting up everything my “guest’s” permanent stay would require. Most notable was her new attire. Leaving her constantly bound in duct-tape would be very crude aesthetically, not to mention very risky for my own freedom. No, I had something much more effective and pretty for her.
Keeping with the color motive of her collar, Hottie’s restraints had an identical dark red color. A snug, leather armbinder was the perfect way to deal with these fidgety hands. The piece came both with thick, crisscrossing laces that could be used to tighten the binder at the desired rate, as well as two leather straps that came from the underside of the leather sheath and crossed over the wearer’s collar bone, making it impossible to slip out of it. Once I had tightened and tied off the laces, i buckled the two straps to the tightest notch that still allowed blood circulation. She couldn’t be wearing it 24/7, but it was perfect for our intimate “play-dates”.
I wanted a bit more freedom for her legs, so I didn’t wanna have to drag her along everywhere. But she still needed to be restrained. My bondage setup consisted of a pair of wine-colored, leather ankle cuffs, matching thigh-cuffs and wrist cuffs. Finally a leather corset, with two rows of straps surrounding it for a snug fit. Each metal feature on these leather accessories had a bright, golden coat, from their multiple D-rings from all directions, to their rivets. It wasn’t real gold, but I loved how they looked.
My “Barbie slave-girl” set had also arrived with multiple leather straps with golden carabineers on each end. There were a pair 2-inch-long straps and a pair of 4-inch ones. One more inch if you added the carabineers’ length.
Depending on Hottie’s “utility”, I could connect these D-rings and straps however I saw fit. Wanted to frogtie her? Simple, just connect her thigh-cuffs to her ankle ones. Feeling handsy? Attach her wrist-cuffs to the sides of her corset, for a nice servile posture. Not lifting her legs enough to take your strap-on? Easy! Hook her thighs to her corset with the 4-inch straps and you’re ready! My options seemed limitless!
Last two pieces of Hottie’s main outfit would be used interchangeably, since they served different purposes. They were two wine-colored leather hoods. Both skin-tight, both with worn via the back and secured with rows of laces, just like the armbinder. A small hole would be left on the top for Hottie’s blonde ponytail to stick through. What can I say? I really like ponytails in slave-girls. The difference was on each hood’s face-part.
The first mask had only an oval-shaped cut-off that only showed the wearer’s eyes and nose. Everything else was snuggly encased in leather. This hood would be used for Hottie’s quiet times, moments of inner contemplation. To be honest, moments when her mouth was not needed and her squealing would only annoy me. And of course, for the loooong, looong hours when she’d be stored away.
Contrary to the first one, the second hood left the wearer’s nose, mouth and chin exposed, via the soft-angled, triangular hole on the bottom half. The eyes were covered, unable to see anything through the leather.
Hottie had soon “relapsed” back to her feisty attitude. While I was dressing her in her new leather-clad, revealing “ensemble” she was trying to kick me, head-butt me, basically make my life difficult any way she could. Her ring-gag also did not lend itself for cursing me out. It just made her look and sound silly. I used my zapper very liberally to “appease” her nervous struggling and also keep her still for her “dress-up” process. She was still fighting me, even through her incoherent, zapped yelps. I hoped it wouldn’t always stay that much of a hustle.
I hooked her chain-leash on the corner floor-ring of my room, leaving enough slack so that she could seat upright on the carpet. I also chained the end-ring of her armbinder to the same ring, to eliminate needless flailing. I frog-tied her ankles to her thighs and removed her ring-gag. She cursed me some more, looking up at me from her kneeling position, until I shoved a balled-up pair of my socks in her yapper. I had found them tossed separately on my dusty floor. No idea how long they’d been there. I then fitted the gagging hood over her face, and tightly cinched the laces behind her head, passing her ponytailed hair through the back/top.
I enjoyed her disgusted expression, as she tasted my dirty socks. It was very obvious she wanted nothing more than to spit them out, but the tight seal of the leather hood’s bottom over her mouth kept them in. “MMMMMMGGGh!” she shook her head and pulled desperately at the floor-ring she was tethered to. They needed a test run, anyway. I was satisfied to see the ring didn’t budge one bit.
I placed a tender kiss on my captive’s leather-covered forehead, which only infuriated her more. I then left her to finish my lunch. It was almost 3 PM and I was starving!
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