Having It All (37 page)

When the pumping machine suddenly froze in mid stroke, shuttered and jetted the warm fluid into her throat, Sandy at first resisted swallowing and nearly choked on the unexpected flooding of her mouth. Then she realized that the fluid was, of all things, pure Vermont maple syrup. It tasted sweet and smoky and she swallowed it easily.

“Please note that I added a bit of sweet butter to that stuff,” Jim said casually, as he watched her suck down the syrupy fluid.

“UUUrrrutts,” Sandy muttered from behind the sticky fake prick still stuck in her mouth.

“But you liked it, right?” said Jim, laughing at the small trickles of syrup coming from the corners of her mouth.

“Uh huh.”

Chapter Seventeen

Corset

There were some items of restraint and discipline that Jim knew he could not make. At least not without learning some specialized skills and acquiring additional equipment that was specific for making those items. One important garment that he wanted for Sandy was a heavily boned restraint corset, so he began a search for what he wanted and when he found nothing that precisely met his needs, he made inquiries about custom corset work. While he discovered that there were many retail sources for corsets, both made to order and off the shelf, finding a resource that would make what he wanted proved daunting. His goal was a full body corset that would reach from toes to crown, with multiple adjustable panels at the critical areas: ankles, knees, waist, bust, neck and mouth. This was no small challenge, even for long time corset manufacturers, although one technician told him on the phone that they had in the past, under great secrecy, fabricated something similar for some Middle Eastern royal and that for an obscene amount of Euros, the French firm would attempt to fill his order on a no return basis, all money paid up front.

Phone calls and FAXs made the task a bit easier, but the entire process dragged on and on. After weeks of design proposals, selection of materials and fabrics and alterations to the original plans, he agreed on one special design and the work went forward with what both parties decided would be a less costly prototype. This was a somewhat cheaper alternative to a fully finished garment that could not easily or cheaply be altered, once complete. Jim pondered the fact that since he didn't want the final wearer, Sandy, to know about this work, test fittings of the final product would not be possible. The prototype was a compromise and he decided that Sandy would wear it for a period before he approved the final design. If flaws in concept or design became evident in the prototype, they could be corrected more easily. Nevertheless, the price for the entire project approached what Jim might have paid for a very luxurious new car.

When the item arrived by international, overnight delivery, Jim was pleased with the result, but wondered if it would in fact do what he intended it to do. As a test bed, the prototype was less rigid and somewhat flimsy. The amount of lacings was another problem that Jim knew would exist, but seeing it in reality, he wondered if perhaps there was some other, more efficient way to close the many gaps in the garment. From his research, Jim concluded that straps and lacing were the predominant closure methods not only for corsets, but for straitjackets and other similar restraint garments. His search for something else took him into the realm of high tech materials and mechanics. When he quizzed technical people about his ideas, the most frequent response was, “Well, yes, that's possible, but it would be difficult to actually make it.” In any case, one thing was clear, it would be expensive!

Jim set up the upstairs room for the initial test. Sandy wore only a pair of five-inch high heels - nothing else. He bound her to a suspended bar with her wrists strapped to the ends and thin leather straps on her ankles and above her knees. Before they began, he told her that this was a test and that she should make sure that she would not need a bio break for some time because the testing might last all day. Sandy's response was less than positive and she whined and grumbled as usual while he attached her to the hanging bar.

“Enough complaining,” Jim said, fitting the usual huge ball gag between her teeth. “You are such a nuisance, it's a wonder I do all of these things for you.”

Sandy babbled incoherently behind the ball and shook her head, indicating that she disagreed, but wasn't in a position to do anything about it.

Jim laid out the curious-looking garment on the floor, extending it out from Sandy's feet across the hardwood floor. It reached more than seven feet fully extended, but this length would shorten as the various lacings and straps were fastened and tightened. Jim began from the bottom and planned to work his way up.

The first section was a mini corset that came under her high heel shod feet and wrapped over the instep, the lacings being only three holes and boned braces only a few inches long. The second part came up around her heels and reached all the way up to nearly the top of her thighs. This was one area that Jim agonized over because, while he didn't want her to be able to flex her legs, covering the entire length of leg with one boned unit presented problems for circulation around the knee joints. The designer solved this problem with a full set of steel supports along the sides of the leg, two behind the calves and three behind the thighs. Jim pulled the thick spandex and Lycra fabric up to Sandy's crotch, closed it temporarily with a single thick strap and then strapped and laced in the calves and thighs. When complete, Sandy's legs were fully and immobily enclosed in the steel braced, black, stretchy fabric and her knees were separately enclosed in a complex series of small lacings. Jim tightened the straps and laces again, making sure that there were no wrinkles or creases in the fabric.

“Would you like some company in there?” Jim asked, sliding his warm hand between Sandy's tightly clenched thighs.

Sandy whined into the gag ball.

“I'll take that to be a lonely yes,” Jim said, pressing the slippery end of the slim dildoe into the hairless crack of her sex. Sandy whined, moved her hips initially in a feeble attempt to avoid the penetration and then thrust them forward as the plastic-headed probe separated her lower lips and pushed into the warm crevasse of her cunt. Jim eased the entire length slowly up inside. Sandy cooperated as much as she could until the capped end was flush with her flat stomach and abdomen.

“There's a nice feature here,” said Jim, as he pulled a calfskin panel from behind through Sandy's crotch and allowed it to hang there. Then he pulled the rear panel of the corset up and wrapped it around her waist, bringing the ends of the most critical portion temporarily into place. He pulled the calfskin panel up over the end of the dildoe and secured it to the narrow waist strap.

Now he was ready to fit the centerpiece of the whole device. This was a heavily boned, waist cinching section of the hourglass-shaped corset with straps in the front and laces in the back. Jim tightened the straps first, then set about securing the laces in the rear. As he did so, the corset shrunk around Sandy's waist and ribs, pushing her breasts up and compressing her torso. As expected from the early design work, this entire section was not fully fitted at first. That is, the ends did not meet and Jim did not press for this. He knew that it would take some time for Sandy's body to adjust and mold itself into the shape of the steel-supported structure and his intent at this time was to see if it fit properly. Later he would test the garment and Sandy's endurance of compression and body shaping.

Once the straps and laces were as tight as he wanted them to be, Jim raised the rest of the corset and wrapped a leather and fully boned collar around Sandy's slim neck.

“Now, Sandy,” Jim said. “This is important. It will feel tight, but it's intended to tilt your head back a bit, so go with it. Try not to panic. I'll make sure you can swallow and breathe. If it fits right, you will be held in a rigid position but able to breath and swallow easily. Any restriction of these two functions must be eliminated so that you can stay in this for a long time. Okay?”

Sandy gurgled and nodded. Jim snugged the neck corset and checked Sandy's head tilt as well as her breathing.

“I'm taking out the gag now, so if you want a drink or anything else, now is the time,” he said. The gag popped out of her mouth.

“I want out of this thing,” Sandy said in her common whine. “I don't like corsets and I certainly don't like this one.”

“Sorry 'bout that. You want a drink or not?”

“No,” she pouted even though her neck was fully enclosed and only her face and breasts remained uncovered by the harshly confining, stretched and boned fabric. “Out, out, out,” she shouted.

Jim took the remaining portion of the corset system and pulled the stretched material up and over Sandy's head. On the front was a combination mouth filing rubber gag, bigger than the first one she wore, and a leather and foam material pad that would seal the entire area around her plugged mouth. Jim jammed the gag into her open jaws and then pulled the pad into place, wrapping the stretch fabric around her head, covering her ears and eyes as well, leaving two large, open holes at her nostrils. Sandy's breath whistled through the nose holes and her breath came more quickly as she felt the compression of her entire body taking affect.

Jim finished securing the head and face restraints by lacing the back of the skull enclosure until the material stretched smoothly over her head, accented by her ears, eyes and nose. Her hair was fully compressed inside this sealed package and the neck corset easily suppressed any head movement. The side bones in the head piece added rigidity to the enclosure and a solid plate at the top of her head formed a base for several rings that had other uses.

“Now, my dear little corseted wench,” said Jim with a smile that Sandy couldn't see. “We make some small adjustments for your long term comfort…or should I say discomfort. After all, you are at present far too relaxed for you to get any real erotic thrills from this prototype, even if you imagine what it will be like when rendered in its final form.”

Inside her cocooned head, Sandy wondered what that meant. Was it possible that Jim was working on something even more confining? And what about her arms and tits, both of which so far remained unencumbered by the corset system that surrounded and compressed the rest of her body.

Jim answered her mental queries by unstrapping her wrists from the overhead bar and easing Sandy's mummified form to the floor.

“Don't worry, honey. This is only temporary while I finish off your corset,” Jim said, rolling her onto her stomach and pulling her arms behind her. Hanging limp behind her was yet another portion of the corset. Attached to the main body was a boned arm binder and Jim slowly laced it around Sandy's unresisting arms, starting at her wrists, leaving another portion dangling from the end for the moment while he strapped and laced up her arms, pulling the elbows together and then lacing the top portions of the binder around her upper arms. Then he took the dangling end and placed her hands, fisted with fingers intertwined, into a small, hard, ball enclosure and strapped it shut, making her hands and fingers useless. The binder was boned like the rest of the system and held her arms rigidly against her back, the fisted hands at her buttocks and the tightly touching elbows unbent at her spine. This arrangement left a considerable open gap between the arm binder and her corseted waist, something Jim had not anticipated and he made a note to look into how this space might best be utilized in the future.

Finally, Jim began the enclosure of Sandy's breasts. His design intentionally left this area for the final touch, so while the rest of her body was sealed and compressed in the combination stretch fabric, steel bones and strapped/laced corset system, her substantial breastworks were presently unencumbered. Sandy had impressive tits. They were proportionate to the rest of her figure, but of exceptional shape, contour and firmness. Many people who saw her in low cut clothing or swimsuits just assumed that no one could have natural breasts like hers and therefore, they must be fake, the work of some talented and expensive plastic surgeon. As Jim knew from first hand and multiple experiences, Sandy had natural tits, the real thing, and this new corset system was intended to fully exploit her rack for both his and her enjoyment and entertainment.

Jim moved Sandy onto her back, pressing her bound arms into her spine. Each time he tried to leave her in that position, she rolled over on her side, her arm bondage leveraging her body to one side or the other.

“That won't do,” said Jim. However, he wasn't too concerned because, in observing Sandy's position, he noted that her breasts, although firm and well developed, tended to compress and settle a bit when she lay on her back and this was not what he wanted for the next phase of the corseting. He lowered the hanging bar and slid it under the arm binder, strapped it to her waist and raised the bar with Sandy hanging from it. This worked well and soon she was again hanging with only her high heeled, corseted feet on the floor.

“Excellent,” said Jim, admiring and stroking her now projecting tits and assembling the rest of the corset system to accommodate these extensions of her chest. “I think that you will find this final touch erotically interesting. If nothing else, it will prevent your getting bored in your mummified state.”

Although the under breast corset pushed them upwards, no portion of the system actually covered Sandy's marvelous tits. Surrounding these mounds were D rings and buckles and now Jim began attaching the final elements of his corset system, the breast corsets. These can best be described as large, cone-shaped devices made from the same heavy stretch material as the rest of the system. Each cone had four stainless steel clamps arranged along its length, from its wide mouth to the pointed, narrow tip. Each clamp could be adjusted with a screw fitting that contracted the metal band and narrowed the cone. At the pointed end was a small removable cap.