Order An Intruder Part 34

“MMMMM!” Davinia cried as her nipples were pinched, and she awoke to find herself lying on her back under the frame with her legs still bound to the pole, but the cloth covering her nose had been removed. OW! That’s a mean way to wake me up, but how long have I been asleep?

“Time for you to wake up, my sleeping bondage beauty. I have some other fun for you.” Davinia opened her eyes and noticed that Patricia was removing the wax from her body. “If you are wondering about the time, it is past seven o’clock. I thought that after your last experience, it would be good for you to get some rest as an exhausted slave is of no use to anyone.” As the woman continued to remove the material, thoughts were going through Davinia’s mind. What are you going to torment me with now? Are you going to throw me in the pool, or hang me by my arms? After what I have been through, I dread to think how you will take this further, but I have no way to stop you.

“There we are, your front is clean so it’s time to do your back.” Patricia said as she went over to Davinia’s head and put her arms under the captive girl’s shoulders. “It is time for you to stand now, my prisoner.” As Patricia lifted, the helpless lady managed to get her bound feet underneath her and she was soon standing on her own. Then the woman started the slow process of removing the wax that was stuck to the girl’s back.

After a while she could feel the last of the sticky material leaving her skin, and she breathed a sigh of relief through her nose. At least this part is over with, but what do you have in store for me? There was a tug at her back and she realised that her mistress was untying the rope that was attached to the middle of the pole. “Do not offer me any resistance, slave, as you know that you will suffer for it.” Davinia shook her head. No I won’t do anything to cause you any trouble, after the punishment you put me through. Patricia walked over to the side, picked up a sleep mask, walked back to her captive and then placed the mask over her eyes, stealing the sight from the helpless girl.

The rope was pulled off the pole at the back, and it was then taken back between Davinia’s legs, much to her relief as it no longer pressed against her flower. The knot midway between her wrists was undone, she let her hands fall to her sides, and soon the ends of the ropes around her wrists were taken off. This was followed by the cords that were securing her elbows to the pole and her arms were finally free of it.

The relative freedom that I currently posses is going to be very short lived, as this is only going to be a transitory period before another bondage setup. Wait, what are you putting on my hands, are they gloves? She noticed the silky sensation of her hands being covered and each finger was placed in a slip of material suggesting that it was a glove. The top of the glove was carefully slid up each arm until it was above the girl’s elbows, and then her hands were placed together with the palms facing each other.

A moment later, Davinia sighed as there was the familiar touch of a rope being wrapped around her wrists several times, before three cinching loops were taken between her wrists, with a knot placed out of reach of her fingers. After all of the weird ties that I have been placed in recently, a standard wrists and elbows together bondage is going to be welcome. Sure enough, her elbows were pulled close together behind her back and a loop of rope was taken around them, which was then pulled tight causing her elbows to touch. The rope was loped around five more times and then cinched with a knot tied to hold the ends.

Even though this is strict, it seems almost to be a relief. A few seconds later, the rope that secured her left ankle to the lover pole was untied and soon after the right leg was freed from the cord binding it to the bamboo. “I’m guiding you to the couch, my slave, so do not fight, unless you wish to crawl on your knees.” Davinia sensed that there was pressure on her arms, and she slowly turned around in a semicircle. Then there was a light pressure against her elbows, and she took step after careful step forward. Soon, there was a tug back on her arms and she halted, waiting for the next instruction.

“You can sit down slave, and then place yourself so that your bottom is on the edge of the couch.” Davinia cautiously turned around and sat, and she was relieved to find that the couch was there, so she then slowly shuffled forward until only her bottom was being supported and her legs were away from the furniture. Her left foot was lifted up, enveloped in some kind of material, and then a shoe was placed on her foot before it was placed on her floor again. Are you putting stockings on me now? The same process was repeated with her left leg, which was unsurprising to the captive and then the stocking top was moved up her right leg until it reached the top of her thigh, and this was also done with the left leg and then they were smoothed out to remove any wrinkles.

Her legs were then placed together, and Davinia knew what was going to happen next. It seems that a normal leg binding is in order. Rope was wrapped around her ankles and then cinched firmly confirming that her legs were going to be bound thoroughly. Next, her legs just below the knees were secured with another length of rope, with the area just above her knees following a minute later. Then, rope was tightly wound around her legs at the mid-thigh, just below her stocking tops, and it dug into her flesh as the cinching was tied tight. You must really wanted to make sure that this wouldn’t slip, Mistress.

 Her legs were lifted up and some kind of material was placed around her ankles before her feet were put back on the floor. “Stand up slave, but be careful in your high heels.” The captive followed her mistress’s instruction and carefully put herself on her feet. I wonder what is next on the menu, another painful crotch-rope, or maybe a vibrator tied to a pair of nipple clamps. The item was moved up her body and Davinia realised that it must be some kind of clothing. It seemed to cover her body from her breasts down to her bottom, then something was taken between her legs from the front and the back and attached together.

Next, an object was placed around Davinia’s neck, which felt like another piece of clothing, except that it was rigid in nature. A similar item was wrapped around each wrist, but this was above the rope that held her captive, and this was followed by another object that was put on her bottom. What are you doing, Mistress? Are you dressing me up for something? Finally, a hair  band was placed on top of head which went down either side.

There was movement as Patricia brought something large into the living room. “I arranged for this to be brought in when you were asleep, as it will be useful for the next part. Turn your head to the left, and I will remove the mask.” Davinia heard the heavy object as it was moved, so she looked to her left and her sleep mask was lifted from her eyes.

Davinia gasped as in the rectangular full length mirror on castors, there was a beautiful and sexy black-clad Playboy bunny girl in bondage! There were the familiar bunny ears on the top of her head, and around her neck was a collar and bowtie. The white cuffs were around her wrists and there was even the famous bunny tail attached to her bottom! In fact, the only changes were that she was wearing opera gloves, and instead of wearing pantyhose, her legs were clad in fishnet hold-ups, which actually made the ensemble look even more erotic.

She felt very aroused as she took in all of the details. What are you going to do with me, now that I’m your bondage bunny. Patricia put the mirror to one side, and sat down on the couch. “You know what to do now, my sexy slave.” Davinia gave a puzzled look at her captor. I don’t understand, I don’t know what you want me do do? Is this a ploy to punish me again?

“Oh, come on now Davinia, you must know what bunnies always do.” Patricia commented, smiling at the bunny in front of her. Surely, you can’t mean-. But I’m tightly bound and helpless, all I’ll do is fall! If I don’t try though, you’ll probably end up punishing me and force me to make the attempt anyway. he captive bent her legs slightly at the knees and hips, balanced herself as well as she was able to-

And hopped forward.

As Davinia landed, she felt as though she was going to topple over, but she was able to regain her balance just in time. The second hop was a little easier, but it was very scary, as the poor girl wondered how bad it would be should she fail to remain standing. The third felt more comfortable, and it seemed as if she was more confident.

“See, I knew that you could do it, you make a brilliant bouncing bondage bunny.” Patricia said, smiling as Davinia made several more small jumps. “Just keep going until I say stop.” The captive groaned inside her gag at this. How long do I have to keep this up for? I could collapse from cramp if my muscles tense up. The girl continued to hop around the room, worried that each time she did so, that she would fail to stay up and fall on the floor.

It had been a minute or so, and Davinia discovered that it was a little more difficult than before, and so she looked at Patricia and pleaded with her eyes. “Carry on.” was the stern answer from her Mistress. But Mistress Heaton, my legs are starting to ache, and I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. The girl continued with her hopping, whimpering a little each time as her body was tested.

After a few more minutes, the aches were getting stronger in the captive’s legs and her cries were getting louder. She made little begging noises, but they were ignored by her mistress, who instructed her to continue. I’m going to cramp up before long, and I will be rolling on the floor in agony. At least let me stand still, Mistress. There was another hop, and another, and then Davinia screamed as she felt that she had misjudged the distance and she started to topple over with no chance of recovery...

Quick as a flash, Patricia leapt out of her seat and managed to catch the falling captive. “You didn’t think that I was actually going to let you fall, I just wanted to test your limits.”  Davinia sighed with relief as she was held steady in her captor’s arms. I actually thought that I was going to fall over, and I would have no chance of protecting myself with my arms bound like this. At least you were able to save me.

“I think that you need to stand up for the moment, but I’m not going to make it easy for you. I’ll hold you steady, but you have to hop under the frame.” Patricia said as she took hold of Davinia’s arms. The girl took her hops slowly, not wanting to pull her arms away from her mistress’s hands, and she moved slowly towards the bondage frame. Finally she was under the frame and Patricia picked up a long coil of rope.

“Turn to face the vertical column to your left slave.” Davinia did so and the woman tied one end of the rope to the helpless girl’s wrists, and looped it around the pulley hook that was still attached to the frame. Then the rope was pulled, and the girl found herself forced to bend over as the rope hoisted her hands into the air. Soon, Davinia’s body was parallel to the ground, and her hands were high above her back as she was forced into a strict strappado position.

This is really stretching my arms and body, but at least it isn’t as bad as the hopping. well, at least not for the moment anyway. Davinia bit into the ball of her panel gag as each slight movement put more strain on her arms and shoulders, and she watched as Patricia pulled the mirror over so that she was treated to a view of her ‘experience’ under the frame.

“You look really wonderful like that, my captive. In fact, it’s giving me a wonderful idea for an extra bit of fun. By the way, there are three costumes and apparently Eve and your Serena are wearing them upstairs in their little game. After all, it was Eve’s idea that we get them. Personally, I think that it’s time that Eve and Serena join in our fun downstairs. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” Patricia said as she picked up a bag and left the room.

Don’t go anywhere, as if I could with my hands bound like this. Even moving a little is extremely uncomfortable, and I daren’t try to move my feet as I’ll probably pull my arms out of their sockets. I just have to remain still, as you are not here to rescue me should I fall. Davinia whimpered a little as she accidently shifted her body and the strained arms were pulled hard.

Then she heard something which made her jump and then cry out as a result, as her movement tormented her body. “Hi Pat, why are you- HEY! STOP! That is completely out of –ULP! MMM! MMM!” Davinia grew wide at the sound that she was hearing which now consisted of a few more angry screams and then quiet. What the hell is going on up there? What are you doing to them, Mistress Heaton? However, the girl knew that in her situation, there was nothing to do but wait...

After a while, the door opened, and Serena hopped into the room. Apart from the fact that her outfit was in blue, it was an exact duplicate of Davinia’s. OMG! You actually have been a Playboy bunny as well! The new captive made squealing sounds as she was also bound with a panel gag. If it’s anything like mine then you must have a ball inside your mouth. Her bonds were the same as Davinia’s except for rope crossing her waist and her chest. Mistress Heaton must have really wanted to ensure that you were securely bound.

Then Patricia walked into the room behind Serena. “Hop over to behind your friend, as I need to secure you there.” Serena hopped toward the frame with a worried look in her eyes, and then took up a standing position behind Davinia. The woman then angled the mirror so that the girl in the strappado tie could clearly see her friend.

How are you going to tie Serena to the frame, Mistress Heaton? Davinia watched as Patricia first manoeuvred Serena so that she almost pushed against the other girl, and then the ends of ropes were tied to the back of Serena at her ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, and elbows. These ropes were each in turn taken horizontally to holes in the vertical column behind Serena, pulled tight and then tied off, limiting the helpless girl’s movement away from the column.

Patricia picked up three coils of long rope and tied the end of one to the front of Serena’s thigh rope, and the second and third to the front of her chest rope. Why have you put all of these ropes on poor Serena? As soon as the ends were secured, Patricia picked up the riding crop and headed for the living room door. “Have fun, I’ll be back in a minute or so.” Davinia looked puzzled. Why do you need the riding crop?

Her question was answered a second of so later, when she heard a protesting sound, and a moment later heard the sound of the crop hitting flesh, followed by a muffled cry. Then the door opened to reveal a red-clad bound and gagged Playboy bunny who was Eva Green! OMG! Mistress Heaton has taken you captive as well!

“If you don’t want your bottom to end up raw, Eve, hop over there and stand in front of Davinia.” Patricia commanded. Eva stayed still and then screamed as the crop struck her bottom again, then she reluctantly hopped forward and made her way to Davinia’s front. Then Patricia positioned Eva so that she was inches away from Davinia and tied the helpless bunny to the frame in the same way that she had bound Serena.

The woman stepped back with an evil smile on her face. “That’s phase one completed, now for phase two.” At this point, Eva struggled wildly and her face had a look of terror and she begged and pleaded.

OMG! Eva, what’s got you so petrified!