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THE HIKER
By
ANNE GRAY
Talk
about being handed a gift on a platter or an offer I just couldn’t refuse. It was only three weeks since I had cleared
my ‘workshop’ of the last project. My
bank accounts were in a very healthy state and I wasn’t even thinking about a
new project until, that is, I saw the hiker.
She
didn’t blatantly have her thumb out, but was obviously looking for a ride. Standing on the edge of the sidewalk with
her, I guessed 5’2”, body screaming for attention. I ran the picture through my mental
computer. Pale blue flowered halter top,
very tight denim short shorts, new looking running shoes and a small white box
purse. Over her left shoulder a half
empty backpack completed the picture of an elfin like
girl in her late teens or early twenties.
Dark
hair, in an easily handled cut just above her shoulders, had a slight reddish
tinge and there was a slash of crimson across her lips.
All
this had only taken me a few seconds to see and digest, a couple more and I
decided to make a move. Gift horses
should never be ignored. (I think there is a badly mixed metaphor in there.)
Easing
the Cadillac over to the curb I triggered the passenger window.
It
was a warm late summer day and I was not even close to being in Domme
mode. My dress was short sleeved with a
full knee length skirt. The top couple
of buttons at my throat were open; a three strand necklace of big red costume
beads along with a wide red leather belt around my waist accented the gleaming
white linen of the dress. Sandals, with
a 3” heel, were a matching red.
That
is what the girl saw as she bent her knees slightly to look through the
window. Nothing to
worry her, nothing to be afraid of and me smiling sweetly.
“Are
you looking for a ride?”
“Yeah. I mean, yes please, I have to
get away from here.”
“Well
get in and we’ll talk as we go.”
She
opened the door and climbed in, dumping the backpack
on the floor between her legs, then looked at me expectantly.
“I
don’t move the car until you have your seat belt hooked up.”
She
reached over her shoulder and pulled the strap across to snap the metal tongue
in its socket. Right girl, I thought,
now you are mine.
A
quick look around told me there was, first very little
traffic and second no pedestrians paying any interest. It took less than two minutes to clear the village then we were
on a tree lined country road with farmland on each side.
“Now,
two questions, do you have a name and where are you going?”
‘Thanks,
my name is
I
turned right on to a better road that, in less than 20 miles, would let me pick
up the interstate south at Merrill. My
trip up to Canada to visit one of my bank accounts had been leisurely and on
the way back from Manitoba I stayed at a couple of B&B’s. I was just enjoying the beautiful scenery
and letting the nose of the Caddie find its own way towards home.
“Well
I’m heading quite a way south so you’re welcome to ride with me. What was so bad about that ‘blink and you
miss it’ village?”
I
glanced over and
It
was time to get things under control before hitting the highway and having to
really concentrate on driving. I slowed,
pulled over to the soft shoulder and popped the trunk.
“I
have a cooler with drinks in the trunk, what would you like orange or apple
juice?”
“Apple, please.”
I
fiddled in the trunk until there was no traffic in either direction then moved
around to the passenger side.
Un-clipping
the belt I let her slump forward, closed the door and drove about a hundred
yards to where I had seen a grove of trees.
Sure enough there was a place to back the car out of sight.
She
was such a pixie. By the time I had her
wrists and ankles wrapped in ¼” white cotton cord and then joined them together
in a simple hogtie Shannon fit nicely on the floor under the dash. A couple more turns of the cord around the
floor posts of the passenger seat would minimize any movement when she woke
up. I had thrown her backpack on the
rear seat and then, after strapping a nice big ball gag in her mouth, covered
her with a light blanket and got moving again.
The
blanket had two purposes; because the air conditioning was on I didn’t need my
new guest to end up with a chill and, once on the interstate, passing truckers
could conceivably look down through the window.
In my business you can’t be too careful!
Three
and a half hours later, after very carefully pushing the speed limit, I turned
in the long driveway of my summer home.
I
pulled in the garage next to the SUV and took a moment to stretch before going
in the house. In a few minutes I was
back and pulling the blanket off the girl.
She had no way to resist as I worked the tight black rubber hood over
her head. It had holes that I lined up
with her nostrils but otherwise the fabric was unbroken. Of the two attached straps I pulled the one
over her mouth as tight as I could forcing the ball gag even deeper in her
mouth; the other buckled at the back of the neck sealing the hood but not tight
enough to interfere with her breathing.
Releasing
the hogtie, leaving a fairly short hobble between her
ankles, I hauled her out of the car and upright. Surprisingly, she managed to try and pull out
of my grasp showing a lot of strength for such a small girl. However, the advantage was all mine since her wrists were tied behind her back and she
couldn’t see what she was doing through the black rubber hood. On top of that I was a good six inches taller
and thirty pounds heavier.
Pulling
down her halter to reveal a pert pair of breasts I pinched each nipple between
my fingers and twisted in opposite directions until she sank to her knees.
The
struggling stopped but she needed a further lesson. Using the ¼” cord I formed a slip knot and
pulled a loop tight around the base of her left breast, fed it around her left
arm just above the elbow then back across under her breasts, around her right
arm and then tied it off around her right breast.
Yanking
hard on the cord pulled her upper arms around until they almost touched her
tits and forced her still bound wrists tightly against the small of her back. Her breasts started changing colour.
This
time, when pulled to her feet, she stood still panting through the nose holes
in the hood.
I
led her, shuffling against the hobble, through into the house and downstairs to
my equipment room.
Even
though she was under control, and I badly wanted something to eat and drink,
there was one other thing that just had to be done first. I never could stand the sight of a good
looking woman in running shoes unless they were exercising;
Tripping
her to the floor I removed the offending items and checked the size before
throwing them in the garbage. No
problem, I had just what was needed and selected a pair of knee high black
rubber boots with 5” heels from my collection.
Hey, we might as well colour co-ordinate with the hood.
When
they were laced I just tied her ankles together and left her lying where she
was.
A
good meal later, with some saved for my newest project, I changed to an
intimidating leather cat suit and stiletto knee boots before going back to look
after Shannon.
First things first. I untied her
ankles and pulled the jean shorts, with the pair of plain white cotton panties
under them, down her legs to join the sneakers in the garbage. Cutting off the halter I threw that away.
When
I wrapped my hand through the cords between her breasts and lifted slightly
Using
the cord as a ‘come along’, but also for support because she obviously wasn’t
used to heels that high, I guided her to the washroom then turned her and
pushed down until she sat on the toilet.
Almost
immediately she was relieving herself and I guessed that
Brushing
the damp hair off her face I placed a hand on either cheek so she had no choice
but to look up at me.
“You,
young lady, will decide what happens next.
I can remove the gag and give you something to eat and drink just as
long as you don’t start peppering me with questions. They will be answered as we progress. One word from you and the gag goes back in
for another few hours. Now blink once if
you understand.”
The
tear filled eyes studied me and then blinked.
I
don’t know when she had eaten last but began to suspect it was the day before
when she finished everything I put in her mouth and, finally, got to drink the
bottle of apple juice.
After
clearing away the dirty dishes I snapped a pair of handcuffs through the chair
back and around her wrists so I could remove the cord binding them to make sure
that circulation was not becoming a problem.
While
eating my own meal I had been through her purse and backpack and that gave me
some information about the attractive young lady in front of me.
“Now,
I have some questions for you and then will answer yours. Let’s start with your answer to my question
when we met. You said the reason you
wanted to get away was your uncle.
Explain.”
She
was nineteen and had been living with Aunt Laura, her mother’s sister, since
her parents divorce when she was sixteen.
Laura’s husband started hitting on her sexually when she turned eighteen
but she held her own until he got drunk and raped her two weeks ago.
The
day before he was drinking again and she had run out of the house with just the
clothes she was wearing, grabbing the backpack on the way.
It
was a tough story and I almost felt sorry for her but I had a business to run.
A
few more questions prompted the information that she had not been a virgin
before the rape having lost that part of herself on a
fumbling, painful and very unsatisfying occasion with a boy from high school.
By
the time she finished her eyes were drooping and her words becoming slurred as
the sedative in the food took effect. It
had been a long day and I didn’t need the hassle of a struggle as I outfitted
her for the night.
I
must be getting soft but decided to let her have a fairly comfortable first
night in my custody, God knows it might be her last
one.
With
Even
the rubber straight jacket buckled at the back with her arms crossed in
front. My preference was to have the
arms behind the back because it created a lot more tension but I really was
going easy on the girl.
A
black rubber body bag covered her from toe to neck and had roller buckled
straps every 12” or so.
The
short penis gag had a hole through the middle; the earplugs were rubber as were
the nostril tubes. I laced the rubber
hood over her head connecting it to the neck of the body bag. A nice tight strap had a metal ring over the
middle of her mouth to allow air through the gag.
A
couple of straps held
The
next morning a quick check found
The
third contact was worth following up and I did.
It was from a Domme on the west coast.
Her partner of several years had decided to stop
acting as a switch and no longer wanted to take the sub’ role in their play. They needed a submissive to use in their
bondage and fetish gear games and they would prefer one who would not be
constantly fighting against her treatment.
We
finalized the deal with a substantial bonus because it would be three or four
weeks until the transfer could be completed and I agreed to use that time for
an aggressive training program of the ‘merchandise’.
I
knew the necessary programs were in my files and, with what I knew about
With
just one fumbling experience in high school and then a rape to remember as her
experience with males, I was confident that I could take advantage of those
happenings until she would come to equate being a submissive to females with
sexual satisfaction.
Having
made that decision there was no time like the present to put things in motion.
The
almost imperceptible movements as she strained against her sleeping outfit and
the grunts coming though the gag tube made it clear that she was awake. I knew two things for sure. One, she would be thirsty and two, she would
be scared out of her mind. Remembering
what had happened the day before and now unable to move, hear, see or speak
Normally
I wouldn’t give a damn because most of my clients just wanted a plaything
whether willing or not. But, in this
case, I had agreed to provide one who accepted their fate.
The
girl’s body became completely still as I rested my leather gloved hand on her
head and gently stroked it while my other hand rested on her breast. The grunts softened to moans and, even
through the rubber and straps, I felt some of the tension leave the straining
muscles.
Moving
one hand to the back of her neck I lifted her head and, taking a squeeze bottle
of water from the nightstand, sent a small spurt into the hole of the penis
gag. When she handled that without
difficulty I continued until she swallowed half of the bottle.
That
done I stripped the body bag, off leaving the hood in place and flipped her
over. Adjusting the sleeves of the
straight jacket so that her arms now crossed behind her back I opened the zips
allowing access to her breasts.
Removing
the leg sheath I fitted a 2’ spreader bar between
A
plug went in the center hole of the penis gag and I made sure that she was
getting air through the nostril tubes that poked out of the tight rubber
covering her face and head.
After
pulling on a pair of latex gloves I began working on her nipples until the
small but firm breasts were clear of the jacket. Then I moved one hand down to her crotch to
gently start the process of letting
Twenty
minutes later it was tension born of frustration in the girl’s muscles and the
air was whistling through the nose tubes.
Her nipples were rock hard and her clitoris poked out stiffly. The fingers of my glove glistened with her
juices as I stroked them between her lower lips.
Judging
the moment I dipped a dildo in a jar of lubricant, to augment the moisture she
was producing naturally, and rested the tip at the opening of her love
tunnel. Taking one of her nipples in my
mouth I tongued the bud as I slid my other hand up towards her face.
Three
things happened at the same time. I
jammed the dildo in until it was buried, pinched her clit between two fingers
and covered the ends of the nose tubes with my thumb.
One,
two, three, four, five seconds. I
counted off while her overloaded senses seemed to take stock of what was
happening and then she exploded.
As
her body arched off the bed until it was supported only by her head and heels I
pulled my thumb away from blocking her air supply and sat back out of the way
as she collapsed back down.
Waiting
a few minutes for her breathing to become almost regular I started all over
again. This time it only took ten
minutes to produce a similar reaction and, after taking out the plug in the
gag, I left her to recover as best she could.
Half
an hour later there was no resistance as I removed the hood, earplugs, nose
tubes and gag. The straight jacket and
boots came off as well until she was naked except for a plastic tie holding her
wrists crossed behind her back.
She
remained somnolent all through the process of being bathed, having her hair
shampooed, conditioned, dried and brushed.
Her eyes finally began to flutter as I worked the rubber covered ring
gag behind her teeth.
Supporting
her as she stumbled to the other room I let her fall forward on the bed then
sat on her buttocks. I released the
plastic wrist tie, folded her hands into fists and laced on elbow length heavy
leather bondage mitts. Wide straps with
D rings buckled around each wrist then I dragged her under the ceiling pulleys,
clipped on the snap hooks, and hauled on the ropes until she was on tiptoe.
By
the time I had a cuff around each ankle and tied off to floor rings she was
coming fully back to her senses. While I
wasn’t certain where she had been mentally I did know it would have registered
that she was completely helpless when she had gone to heights never experienced
before.
I
think that she then just shut down and, hopefully, let the feelings override memories of
her rape a couple of weeks ago.
The
leather corset was heavily boned and covered from the armpits to the top of her
buttocks. Openings allowed those pert
breasts to poke through and by the time I finished working the laces several
times
After
tightening the wide straps across her shoulders I released the hook holding her
right arm above her head, twisted it down, around and then back up so I could
fasten the wrist strap to the corset by the left shoulder blade. The left arm followed and then a roller
buckled strap locked the elbows against the small of her back.
I
helped her sit on the rug and then introduced
Without
any warning I shoved in a well lubricated medium sized butt plug. The reaction to that was a loud squeal
through the ring gag as she sat bolt upright.
Taking advantage of her motion I kept it going with a hand in the middle
of her chest until she fell backwards and her shoulders hit the carpet.
The
chastity cup covered her genital area and I pulled a strap through from the
back of the corset, connected it to the front and yanked it tight. Another strap around her upper thighs trapped
it even more firmly in place.
Pulling
It
was just over two weeks later and the ping of the timer prompt on the computer
program got my attention with a five minute warning. Leaving my own computer I moved over towards
the leather padded bench where
The
bench was narrow, less than the width of her shoulders. I had laced her in the skintight cat suit
then clamped her legs together in a double leg ballet boot while she was held
in a standing position by a cord to the head harness. That done I settled the top of the bench
against her back and pulled her arms around it.
After lacing them into a single arm binder that locked them to the board
I lowered her until the ends of the bench rested on two trestles 3’ off the
floor.
Multiple
straps, including one across her forehead, further immobilized
That
had been over an hour ago and now the virtual reality program had reached the
stage where I got to have some fun.
The
monitor on a wheeled trolley behind
Under
the coat the female wore a fitted light gray three button jacket. It was trimmed with dark gray leather piping
at the lapels and cuffs with the buttons covered in matching leather. The dark gray knee length leather skirt
hugged her form nearly reaching to the top of the stiletto heeled boots.
Slowly
the beautiful vision reached behind her back with kid gloved hands. The skirt dropped in a puddle around her
boots and she stepped out of it then peeled down a pair of lacy panties.
While
she was doing that I was pulling on a pair of brand new kid leather gloves. As she reached forward towards
As
the redhead smiled down at
God
but there were some really great fringe benefits to my profession and I enjoyed
this one for quite a while, getting off twice before a winking light on the
screen got my attention again.
Reluctantly I matched the redhead’s movements getting off
Watching
the screen as I retrieved my robe I saw the women pull her panties back on and
then the skirt. She picked up the
leather coat and slowly, sensuously, did up each button and cinched the
belt. Leaning over
As
she turned to walk away the nipple teasers, the vibrating egg strapped inside
the captive girl and the clit stimulator started their own programs. The leather lady had given
Yet
another successful session to reinforce the lessons learnt over the last weeks.
A
few days later I was clearing up most of my ‘equipment’ by moving it into a
storeroom in the basement that was hidden behind a bookcase. It would remain there until next
spring. When I moved
to my winter home this one would be occupied by a professor who was tenured at
the university about twenty five miles away. She traveled all summer and then, for a very
reasonable rent, stayed here instead of on campus.
This
arrangement had worked well for the last few years; the professor didn’t know
about my activities and I had a winter caretaker for the house.
I
was expecting to deliver
Well,