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Taping Sabrina
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T A P I N G S A B R I N A
(part 1)
Warning: This story contais scenes where adhesive tape is used
for binding. It should be used with extreme caution - never
applied directly to the skin - alway on top of some clothing
like nylons etc. Adhesive tape bindings stay very tight and may
stop the circulation of blood and cause serious problems if
applied for 20 min or more. The author accepts no
responsibility for problems that may arise from recreating the
scenes in this story.
PROLOG
I was 25, 85-55-90, 171 cm, 50 kg, blond, green eyes, short,
curled hair, sensual lips, long neck and fine legs - and I had
a problem. I wasn't enjoying sex. That is why I accepted his
invitation and there I was ringing at his door. He had a nice
spacious house in the suburbs and it all seemed very quiet on
this Friday afternoon.
"Sabrina, I knew you'll come and I'm very happy that you did. I
hope you won't regret it leaving on Sunday evening".
"Yeah", I answered, a bit embarrassed there wasn't really much
I could say. I felt like his invitation was my last chance.
In the spacious living room we discussed the dos and don'ts and
broke the ice over a glass of Irish cream. He was extremely
polite, kind, gentle and with his attitude he convinced me,
that the pain I was going to be in over this weekend was for
my, or shall I say our, pleasure only. That pain was a ticket
to ecstasy.
Then we got started. He disappeared for a moment and returned
with large aluminium suitcase where he kept, as he liked to say
- the toys and the tools of the trade.
"This is an intelligent device", he replied to my curious looks
at it. "Yes, it is a chastity belt but it has a built in
vibrator and it will give you a lot of pleasure - if I decide
to turn it on through this remote control. But it will also
guard you against uncontrolled orgasms. It has a sensor and a
little computer in it. Just before the orgasm the temperature
in jour vagina rises very rapidly - and if I set is so, it will
send a tiny electro-shock to make sure that the orgasm is
postponed.".
"And it has another extremely important function. During this,
but more probably during some of our future weekends your
vagina and the muscles around it may be the only thing that you
could move or communicate with me - so if you are in trouble
and want to quit our game, squeeze this twice, wait a bit and
than squeeze it once again - this is your SOS sign. It will
send a signal to my remote showing me that you had enough. But
if you decide to have enough - that's it. There will be no
other time - so use it in extreme need only."
It might have been this or the drinks, but I started to feel
warm - between my legs too. I had to strip naked. He caressed
my pussy for a while until it got moist. Then he inserted the
penis looking part of the device into me. At the outer end it
was attached to a U shaped piece of steel varying 3 - 7 cm in
width and two millimetres thick - bent so that it did fit
perfectly between my legs. On the inside it was covered with
soft, 5mm thick neoprene. It hat attachments for belts on both
sides. The U was attached to the device at the middle though a
special joint which should - as I was told - prevent any
movements of the U to get transferred to the device in my
vagina - keeping it in place at the same time. Moreover around
the klit the U was split into two bars that went around it. The
resulting hole was covered with a slightly blown cap, so that
there was no way it would touch my site of pleasure.
Then I had to lie down and since the U was flexible he pressed
it into position so that it fit the shapes of my body
perfectly. Using soft rubber belts he secured the U into
position then fastened everything - not giving any pain but
performing its function - preventing any arousement that would
not come from the vibrator. Since the ends of the U were rather
short it also did not prevent any movements. And soon I felt
quite conformable with what look like iron-and-rubber knickers.
"I hope I guessed your size correctly", he said laying over
what I should be wearing this evening. First I had to put on a
pair of dark grey pantyhose made of thick opaque shiny tactel.
I did have great legs and I was glad he noticed while I was
putting those on. Then I had to put on long silky gloves that
also covered most of my upper arms and a silk blouse. I guess
he liked to guess the size of my bra-free breasts through the
wrinkles of the blouse. To make them stand out even nicer a
wore a thick, 10 cm wide black leather belt around my waist. I
was expecting it would have been fastened much more but it was
perhaps a hole tighter than I would have put it.
SABRINA - PRETTY BALLERINA
I was wandering about the shoes. I new some liked stilettos but
nothing like that happened - although no shoe could match what
was given later.
"Now lets try to improve these great legs with these ballerina
irons" he said looking at me standing barefoot in front of him.
He asked me to sit down into the armchair and put my left leg
on the leg-rest in front and I had to stretch my left foot like
a ballerina. Then he took a steel bar, some 50 cm longs,
slightly torsioned and with a slightly rounded profile. It was
4cm wide and much thicker than the U of the chastity belt -
heavy and totally rigid. It was covered with black rubber foam
on the inside, like the U.
He placed it to the front of my leg, in a nearly straight line
form below my kneecaps, covering my shank and ending a few
centimetres off my toe. At that end the bar was bent back 90
degrees and a 2 cm diameter plastic ball was attached to it
with a hidden screw. Then he took a 50 meter roll of the 5 cm
wide, brown adhesive tape - the one you would find to hold
together cardboard boxes in which you get refrigerators,
furniture etc. Using the tape like a bandage, he started to
fasten the bar to my leg. He used the full strength of the tape
to press the steel to my bones an muscles, actually squeezing
my leg from toe to and including the calf. He was working
slowly, some 5 mm at a time up my leg, stretching the tape so
that it was shining from tension and that it bound my lower
legs and ankles without a wrinkle. First he worked bottom up,
than he took another tape which was of metallic silver colour
and not so strong and worked again from top to bottom. When he
was done there was not a bone of a muscle that I could move.
Even my little finger was squeezed to immobility. Except for
the parts around my heel the leg was forced into perfectly
conical shape ending with my toe and fingers wrapped around the
heavy steel bar compressed together with the plastic tape.
When finished I had to remove the leg from the rest I felt how
heavy and stiff it became from the knee down. I looked at the
shiny metallic conical bar that was growing from below my knee
but because of the compression and the lack of any control I
had over it seemed like it wasn't mine - like my lower legs and
ankle were replaced by plastic and steel. Being compressed so
much little bood was circulation in it filling it with a blunt
pain that gradualy disappeard and I felt nearly nothing. It
looked like peg-leg, it felt like peg leg. My god, it was
turning me on - and I was afraid of that.
"Don't worry", he said putting my other leg on the rest,
"practice makes master, and the tape is just tight and strong
enough to put most of jour nerves in the leg asleep, but the
blood circulation is just big enough to prevent any medical
problems.
With the same care and dedication he than did the same to my
other leg and finally the look at my legs revealed two bars of
plastic instead of my lower legs. I had long legs but with the
angles stretched along the ballerina irons they seemed even
longer.
It also became clear what the little plastic balls secured at
the end of the bar were for. I was supposed to be walking with
my feet forced into that ballerina position and the only
contact to the ground will be over the two balls giving me as
little stability as possible.
"OK. why don't you try how it feels to walk in those", he said.
He removed the leg-rest and I pulled my feet to the chair
noticing how high up my knees were due to the stretching of the
ankles. I tried to get up using the arms of the chair but lost
hope. The tape did not give way but all my weight was brought
to the ground through the friction between the steel bar, my
skin and the tape, filling the entire plastic structure which I
used to call feet, with a blunt but pleasing pain. The main
problem, however, was stability. On the second attempt a was
holding to the arms of and then the back of the chair and
managed to stay in the upright position, balancing alike a
ballerina. The balls were positioned carefully, so that to be
able to stand I had to bend my knees forward a little which was
also forcing my torso in a position where my butt was moved
slightly behind and my breasts to the front.
"How about a few steps", he suggested, standing a few meters
away from me in front of the sofa. After pivoting around the
armchair for a while a tried to make it there. My whole body
was struggling for balance but without much help. I managed I
few steps then I fell down humiliated to his feet.
"Oh my God, I can't walk", I cried. On my knees I climbed to
the sofa and lied down.
"You've deserved it", he said turning on the vibrator to give
me some pleasure. It did feel great, I guess all the blood that
was squeezed out of my feet and calfs went right around the
vagina. I was feeling soft and warm and the look at the plastic
things below my knees made me feel much sexier than in any high
heeled boots.
CRUTCHING
I was dreaming of what would come next when he returned with a
pair of crutches. They were made of black, non glare steel and
were not the type that I would put into my armpits but would
end with a plastic half loop below my elbow. Using the crutches
I could move around, leaning heavily on it since it also put
the weight of my feet thus reducing some of the pain. He showed
me around the house and was glad for the crutches that I could
follow him. The stairs were a bit tricky, going down in
particular, but I managed to stay on my feet.
"Time to learn how to walk", he said, taking my crutches away.
He sat confortably at the sofa looking with pleasure how I
struggled to walk, grabbing chairs, leaning to walls and door
frames. Falling down, crawling to some object which I could use
for support to stand up .... He left me to practice the art of
ballerina walking. It took me a few falls to discover that it
wasn't so impossible if only if would move and make balancing
steps all the time. The walk was kind of stiff, rigid, not
suspended by the feet and my breasts were jumping up and down
slightly in the blouse. By the time the parts of my legs caught
between the plastic adhesive tape and the steel seemed - except
of the pain - dead for me. I didn't feel any of the fingers or
the muscles. He turned the vibrator on and off to give me
pleasure, no doubt, but it wasn't any help with the stability I
was fighting for.
Finally he asked me to come closer and holding the arm of the
chair every part of my head and body was measured - for some
new irons, no doubt.
"OK, now that you've mastered this and while I have to go to
the poolroom, I'd like you to help me prepare for dinner. Would
you prefer the crutches.?"
"Yes, I said naively".
"OK, but there will be a little extra attached to your legs
then.".
He took a pair of steel hoops out of the box. They had an axis
on one side and a pair of nuts and bolts to fasten them on the
other. On the inside they were heavily padded with foam rubber.
He needed a French key to fasten both hoops just above of what
remained of my heels. Then he took a chromed piece of steel
that was ending in a steel ball on each end. The ball did fit
into the ball-and-socket joint on the inner leg side of the
hoops and was locked into position. My feet were now forced
into a fixed (and I mean fixed) distance of 30 cm; otherwise
the bar moved freely. My attempt to get up and walk ended with
even greater disaster than before. It simply wasn't possible to
make the quick tiny steps preventing me to fall. So I was happy
to take the crutches and soon learned to move around rather
swiftly, jumping with my both legs at the same time.
I had to do some housework in the kitchen. Most of the time I
could use one arm only, with the other I was supporting myself
with the crutch or leaning on some cupboard. I wasn't allowed
to sit down - or I would get an electro shock into the vagina,
instead of the occasional rubbing which was starting to dive me
mad. It always stopped when I would be hot, leaning on my both
crutches, grinding my pelvis and trying to get some more
movement into the vagina by working the butt and back muscles.
When he was back he was not too satisfied with what I did.
"You should be using both hand - or I'll see to it otherwise.
You've deserved some rest now. Let me make us some dinner. It
will be a candlelight dinner, so go upstairs, make yourself
pretty and find yourself something elegant to wear."
He also gave me the key so that I could unscrew the leg
spreader myself. The ballerina - it seems was my fate to
remain.
I crutched to my room, having great problems with the stairs
again - which in the end I crawled on my knees. I redid the
makeup. From the large selection I selected a nice evening
dress with a tight black body which would leave most of my
shoulders bare and an attached midi skirt made of white fluffy
material. Underneath a wore a pair of black stockings - they
had a tiny hole in the finger part through which the ball of
the ballerina iron would get through but otherwise it hid the
plastic covering of my feet. The stocking were attached to a
garter belt. I also wore long black gloves not to ruin my hands
with the crutches. I was nearly done when he was back.
He was wearing a tux. "You look great", he said admiring my
green eyes, long bare neck and curly not really short blond
hair. With him he brought another pair of steel hoops and a
telescopic bar and he attached one pair just above my knees and
the other where it was - just above my heels. The problem with
those was, that the lower spreading bar was only about 20 cm
and the upper one just a bit longer. With lots of help from the
crutches I managed to get down to the dinning room. I must have
been a great looking cripple.
The dinner was fine, with cold Riesling and one problem. I had
to bring most of the things from the kitchen. And to bring
things you need at least one hand and only one is free for the
crutch which makes the walking a big problem. I would be
holding the crutch in my left hand usually placing it some half
meter forward and to the left, then I would move one leg some
10 cm and then the other - and then move the crutch 10 cm
forward - and so on. It took me ages and utmost care - since my
feet were so close together - not to make any false moves and
fall to the floor. And when the naughty vibrator would come on
I would only try to stand still and spread my thighs against
the iron - crawling with pleasure and fear what would happen if
I would fall.
"You are doing so great with just one arm, that you do not seem
to need both of them", he said after the desert. He gave me a
hollow steel rectangular profile, 1 by 3 cm thick into my right
arm and I had to put my fingers around it. The pipe was about
as long as the distance from my elbow to my thumb and was
placed along my forearm. Again he took the roll of the tape and
fixed my hand into position - the fingers he fastened
particularly strong around it. He ended below my elbow and as
with my legs wend down another time. My right hand was heavy,
stiff and more or less useless so I put it - like something
that wasn't mine - on the table.
Then he pulled the glove as far to the armpit and tape-bandaged
the upper arm leaving the elbow flexible. I had to turn in the
chair, so that my back was exposed and asked me to reach with
my right arm to the back, as far up as I could. Then he joined
my upper and fore arms as much as possible and started to close
them together with the tape - it was hurting my shoulder but as
always with pain, he conforted me with the vibrator and by
caressing my neck and breast. But it did not make him gentler
with the tape - he stretched it and stretched it and finally my
right arm was behind my back in a fixed upright position -
elbow below and the fingers, wrapped around the steel in the
height of the shoulder - like a wing without feathers.
"Lets go to the living room for a drink", he suggested. Getting
up was difficult since I didn't want to move the hurting
shoulder too much most of my upper body was not contributing to
balancing my walk. I thought it took me ages with those tiny
steps, to reach the sofa on which I fell like a piece of wood.
"I've had it", I was going to say, but again some cold wine and
gentle words and touches assured me it was worth enduring in my
misery. Later we even danced - close together me relying on his
support, holding his neck with my free hand for my support.
MY FIRST NIGHT IN IRONS
It was getting late and he made a suggestion. "You can go to
bed if you manage to get to your bed without touching the
ground with your knees and without a crutch". I was tired and I
took the offer. I was allowed to grab for things on the way and
in the living room a was falling from chair to walls, door
frames etc. The real problem were the stairs but I somehow
found the energy to - while holding with my free hand some 3
stairs up - drag both legs one stair higher.
With last atoms of strenght I fell into my bed. It was a big
round bed with satin sheets, lacy coverings and big soft
pillows. I was hoping I would be released from the irons and
the tape, at least for the night. But he only removed the leg
spreaders and cut the parts of the tape, that were holding my
upper and fore-arm together. I had to strip everything but the
pantyhose and the gloves. My chastity belt was adjusted, so
that I could go to the bathroom. When back, everything was
assured that it was in the right - tight position.
I was ordered to lay down on my back, with my legs crossed in
such a way, that the fingers of one leg were behind the knee of
the other so that my shanks were lying parallel to each other
and the thighs were spread wide apart.
"Please, not during the night", I asked hopefully getting the
idea. But it did not help.
He took another roll of the wide adhesive tape and used all his
strength (and the strength of the tape) to bind the two
together so that a rigid triangle was formed with the taped-
together shanks and feet and the thighs.
Then I had to lie on my stomach and put my hands behind my
waist so that, similarly to the legs, the forearms and hands
were parallel and that one hand would be at the elbow of the
other. My right arm was still taped to the iron and the two
fore arms and hands were taped together.
Finally a pair of wide steel hoops was screwed tightly around
the two arms just below the elbows and a similar but larger
pair around my legs at the knees. While I was still lying on my
stomach, he connected the left arm hoop with the right leg hoop
and vice versa with a pair of steel rods. The length of the
rods was adjustable with two tension screws. By turning them he
could make the rod longer or shorter. He begun screwing then so
that my legs and arms were being pulled closer and closer
together - forcing my body into painful arch like shape.
Tears of pain were coming to my eyes when he finally stopped
and asked me to roll over to my back. Not the it wasn't
possible - every slightest move that I would try to make,
tensioning any muscle of my torso would only increase the pain
in my back and joints. Finally he turned me around himself and
I found myself arching across the bed on my shoulders and taped-
together feet.
"Good night and sweet dreams" he said when he left me in this
pitiful position I was to spend the night in. My only reward
was the vibrator he turned on. Half dreaming and half asleep I
was fantasising about what will bring tomorrow - hot between
the legs I wanted to be touched, grabbed, taken but in the
position I was in, the only pleasure I could give myself was
moving my head, licking my juicy red lips, breathing shallow
.. until it finally seemed I felt a wave of orgasm thundering
in the distance.
Yes, oh, yes, it was coming - I didn't care about the pain
stretching every muscle of my body grinding my hips (to the
extent possible) and when it was here, when I could finally be
enclosed and overwhelmed by it a sudden stopping of the
vibrator and the elector shock in the vagina blew it away into
foams.
Tired and in pain I tried to get some sleep but during the
whole night I was being awoken from time to time, brought to
the brink and then left in pain. But I learned one thing on my
first day of torture - I liked it.
(to be continued)
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