Will Henry: The Passionate Prisoners

The erotic costume was not entirely Brenda's idea. Instead, it had been suggested down to the last detail by Brenda's employer, Roy W., a wealthy and still relatively young executive in the oil and gas business. Ever since the two of them had discovered their mutual interest in the more bizarre aspects of sexuality, they had developed a close relationship with Roy serving in the role of mentor for his inexperienced but interested young protegee. In fact, he had paid the cost of maintaining her luxury apartment, and saw to it that she received a generous allowance in addition to her salary.

The knowledge that her tutor in the art of bizarre sex was waiting in the living room made Brenda's heart beat a little faster as she took one final look in the mirror. Knowing that she could prolong the moment of decision only so long, Brenda took a deep breath and headed for the living room. She had spent considerable time practicing walking in the four-inch spikes and had mastered the art of walking gracefully in them, although she had to take small steps and walk quite erect to avoid pitching forward.

Well aware that she was blushing a bright scarlet, Brenda slowly entered the living room. Roy promptly set his Scotch-and-soda aside and gave her a quick once-over. "It's about time you showed up," he remarked, in a voice that showed only mild annoyance.

"Was it worth waiting for?" Brenda asked hopefully, slowly walking toward him and then turning in profile so that he could inspect her. She was proud of her long legs and shapely figure, and knew only too well what kind of effect she could produce on him.

"Yeah, I'll have to admit that," he conceded, his eyes focusing on her long, nylon-clad legs and the intriguing gap of carnation-white flesh between her rolled stocking tops and the hem of her micromini.

"Are you going to be very severe with me this evening?" Brenda asked, watching him closely to see what his reaction might be.

He avoided meeting her eyes. "Don't you think I should be?" he asked quietly.

"Did I really make that many mistakes at work this week?" Brenda asked, in a voice that feigned surprise. It was a question she invariably asked at their Friday-evening get-togethers, as if to give him a pretext for inflicting bizarre sexual punishment on her.

"You know the answer to that!" he replied, giving her a meaningful glance. Finishing his Scotch-and-soda, Roy got to his feet and walked over to a small suitcase he had brought with him. Placing the suitcase on a table, he opened it to reveal an assortment of leather straps and other bondage devices.

Brenda paled slightly as she caught a glimpse of the imposing collection of items obviously intended to be used upon her. "What's all that?" she asked in a dubious voice.

"Just got it today," Roy explained. "I've had it ordered for some time.

It's a complete training harness, from head to toe!"

Brenda gulped noticeably although she felt a rising measure of excitement at the thought of being totally imprisoned by the bizarre harness. She watched closely as Roy brought out an elbow-length special leather glove that was obviously designed to encase both hands and arms together. "Come here!" Roy told her. "And put your hands behind your back, palms touching each other."

Brenda complied without objection, watching rather apprehensively as Roy began sliding the glove over her fingers and up her hands and arms.

Almost completely unlaced, the unusual and highly confining glove slid easily into place. Roy quickly began lacing it up firmly, gradually forcing Brenda's forearms and elbows into close contact with one another.

"Hey!" Brenda gasped, in a voice that mingled discomfort with a trace of excitement.

Roy finished lacing up the glove and tied the laces in a firm knot that wouldn't slip. There was no conceivable way that Brenda could free herself from the unusual glove, and the pretty young secretary felt completely helpless. "You won't even give a girl a chance!" she told him with a feigned pout.

"You haven't seen anything yet!" Roy assured her. Next, he brought out a harness designed to imprison her torso. This consisted of two parallel straps, designed to encircle her body horizontally, connected to a wide belt for her waist. Roy quickly snapped the belt tightly in place around her waist, nipping her waist in more than a little.

"Hey, that's pretty tight!" Brenda protested, a little breathless.

"I'll tighten it up some more after you get used to it!" Roy replied.

"How could you?" Brenda asked. "It already feels like a corset!"

The pretty young bondagette watched anxiously and with some embarrassment as Roy pulled the two horizontal straps upward through the cleavage of her breasts and draped one over each shoulder. Next, he stepped slightly behind her and began pulling the other half of the horizontal straps up between her legs. As instructed, Brenda had worn no panties beneath her micro-mini and she was soon feeling the straps brushing against her bare thighs and more intimate areas. The straps connected with a buckle in back and Roy began drawing the two straps tautly through the buckle loops.

"Ooooh!" Brenda grimaced, as she felt the straps drawing embarrassingly tight between her legs. "That's awful tight!"

The straps pulled her micro-mini up both in front and back, revealing a fluffy patch of dark brown hair and prettily white girlish bottom. Roy buckled the straps tautly in such a manner that they would constantly exert a chafing pressure between her legs. Blushing prettily at the highly embarrassing and somewhat uncomfortable sensation between her legs, Brenda stood meekly as Roy slipped a leather strap around her gloved wrists and hooked it to the horizontal straps of the body harness to render her all the more helpless.

Next, Roy produced a couple of leather cuffs which were connected by a very short chain only a couple of inches in length. Roy dropped to his knees in front of her to fit the cuffs in place around her ankles.

Putting Brenda's long and beautiful legs under restraint was always one of the highlights of any session as far as he was concerned, and Roy deliberately took his time about confining her shapely, nylon-clad ankles in the cuffs.

"How do you expect me to move around in those?" Brenda asked, watching closely as her ankles were imprisoned. Roy did not bother to answer as he produced another leather strap and employed it to strap Brenda's lush thighs together just below the tops of her rolled stockings. The only part of her body left free was her pretty brunette head and Roy quickly took steps to remedy that shortcoming. Reaching into the suitcase, he brought out a specially designed leather-and-rubber head harness. Brenda gulped at the sight of the imposing device. "Roy, that looks a little rugged!" she protested, in a voice that betrayed underlying excitement.

Roy began confining her pretty brunette head in the harness. The harness consisted of two horizontal straps fitting around the wearer's head, one at the forehead and the other at jaw level. These straps in turn were connected to a vertical strap running from the nape of the neck in back over the head to the forehead, where the strap divided in two to go around the nose and reach the lower horizontal strap. A red rubber ball was strung on the lower horizontal strap to serve as a gag. "Open your mouth!" Roy ordered, after buckling all the straps in place. Knowing that she was passing up her last chance to say anything intelligibly for some little time, Brenda reluctantly opened her pretty mouth. Roy promptly popped the ball into her mouth, prying her jaws and teeth well apart and forcing her to bite down constantly on the ball. Brenda's eyes widened noticeably and her pretty face immediately showed the strain of being gagged in such an uncomfortable manner. Roy carefully tightened the lower horizontal strap to make it impossible for her to dislodge the ball from her mouth.