Laysan
In Paradise and Chains
(here) - recently
I was awoken every morning at the same time. I was bathed, shaved, and shampooed the same way every morning. I was fed my five liquid meals at the same time every day. I even started to pee and poop at the same times. That made it easier for my handlers to deal with me.
At first, Paty, Alba, 2'Ahlay, and Corwin took care of me most of the time. Over the course of the month more and more of Paty's girls learned how to handle me.
I spent most of my days outside of my cage. Every morning as soon as I climbed out, my elbow chain was locked in place. Generally, they allowed me to keep my hands in front of me, but as I envisioned, I did not have much range of motion with them. So little, in fact, that If I were to trip, I'd certainly end up falling on my face. Generally when I was up and about, my handler would lead me by the leash attached to my collar. They did not use the leash to yank me around, simply to help me keep my balance.
The leash was always attached to the collar. There was no way to remove it. Sometimes they would let the leash hang down between my breasts, then loop it around my waist and clip the end back on a convenient metal link so that the chain settled loosely on my hips. Often if we weren't moving around the mansion or its grounds, they might attach the leash to something - most likely, only as a demonstration of my captivity. I wanted to be with Paty, after all. Where the hell was I going to run off to? And why?
The meals were light and apparently quite healthy. I never could taste them. I never was too full - never too hungry. I felt lively and vibrant, clear-headed. They never caused me any kind of distress. It was probably the best diet I have ever been on. I DID miss the taste of food though. Oh, god! I craved chocolate so badly. Maybe that is why they anchored the leash. I probably would have been happy to injure myself just to have a taste of chocolate. Mmm!
When Paty was at work, women from our group of friends would take care of me. Each always made a special point to talk to me, to hold my hand, to put an arm around me... I never was ignored. In fact, I kind of appreciated the periods of down time in my cage so I could read books or write stories.
Every day a different woman would stay with me and every day they usually brought along some sort of useful task for me to do to help them with whatever industry in which they were involved. For example, I helped Corwin search through and organize legal documents. 2'Ahlay must be an accountant of some kind. I spent hours entering data into spreadsheets and shredding documents. It's not difficult to type with your hands cuffed. It's just a little uncomfortable after a while.
Gardner is a fashion designer. I ended up, for the most part, being her dummy. I would stand for hours with various swaths of fabric draped upon me. One night, perhaps around 2am, Paty, Alba, and Gardner dragged me out to the carport where they relieved me of my various cuffs. (Freedom!) They gave me a knee length overcoat and we drove to Gardner's office. It was kind of exciting walking through the parking lot and around her building in barefeet!
Her company has a machine that they use to create exact 3D images of their models. They use the images to create mannequins and to ensure that their designs fit the intended model perfectly. Gardner had me stand naked in this phone booth sized box as lasers gathered precise information about my body shape. I guess now she can use a replication of me at her office and the real thing when she's taking care of me.
Even in times when I am simply slave and not also pet, I don't really wear much clothing. Regardless, anything I get in the future, I suppose will be a custom fit for me. I guess that I'm doing my part by not purchasing from stores that rely on foreign sweatshops - disturbing places where slaves of a more immoral nature than I are put to work.
Even McNear was bearable when it was her turn to attend to me. We would curl up on the couch and she would read stories to me. Of course, nothing about my bondage prevented me from reading, but still it is nice to have someone read to you. Try it some time!
Of course, being McNear, the Bitch, she had her unique ways of teasing me occasionally. It seems that she always selected to read erotic bondage stories. She worked hard to spice them up as much as possible knowing that throughout this month I was only a chaste display piece. I was not a participant in any lascivious activities. Sometimes she was very effective and succeeded in stirring my arousal a bit.
Sometimes she read stories from the internet and would scoff whenever a cliche was used. "Oh, my god! You can't be enslaved by simply signing an unread contract of some sort! How many times..." Oh, well... I don't really care, if it is still a good story. It's just a tool - a means to an end.
”There are so many other ways that you could really use to enslave someone that would heighten the plausibility of the story,” McNear suggested one day. “Hmm... here's one... A slaver could register as a collection agency. When their target is overdue on some bill, the slaver could then issue a summons for a court appearance, but somehow ensure that the target never actually receives the summons. You know, it gets 'lost in the mail'. After the court date passes, the slaver could then issue a warrant for the target's arrest. Then before the target knows what is going on she finds herself behind bars, legally, with no recourse. At that point, anything can happen. Hmmm... What is your credit score, Laysan-pet?"
I shrugged my shoulders. I haven't engaged in any transactions of legal tender for almost four years. Why would I give a damn about credit scores?
"I bet we could get you sent to debtors' prison really easily..."
I think that McNear thinks about these types of things too much.
"Or, with a sleezy lawyer and a psychiatrist you could work out papers to have someone committed to an asylum. Then again, it probably wouldn't be that hard to even fake someone's death. Corwin's a lawyer. Maybe we could pay her and that doctor that did your teeth enough money to sign your death certificate, Laysan-pet. Then we could just seal you in some crypt and be done with you."
I tried my best to look bored. McNear is such a bitch.
Alba was my handler at least twice a week. The first day that she was on duty she led me out to her car and strapped me in. I was nervous, because I she did not remove my cuffs and provided me nothing to wear. I had to remind myself that the windows were tinted as we moved through the lunchtime traffic to her residence. Apparently, she felt that the restraints rule applied when I was on her property as well.
She did, however, remove the cuffs when she let me use her meditation shell. I love that thing. I would lie in the bottom half of the shell and arrange the leash to lie between my breasts and down the length of my body. The top half would lower and seal me in darkness. The padding would inflate. I'd feel the cool links of the leash press into the soft flesh of my stomach and thigh. The air system would start up with its white noise and in no time I'd drift off into dreamland. It makes me feel so relaxed and so revived.
Alba's meditation shell is even more relaxing than 2'Ahlay's strange friend, KaMoi, the woman with permanent shackles who would come every other day to give me an effective, yet sad and silent massage. When I smiled at her she would smile back at me, but that is the best that we ever did at any form of communication.
I guess that limited communication was Paty and Alba's plan for me. One night in my cage I wrote a long love letter to Paty. In the morning, I could not wait for her to read it. When she came to let me out, I pointed at the screen of the tablet computer and then I pointed to my eyes and at Paty. She simply shook her head.
"No, Laysan. I'm not going to read it. It can wait until after the month is over."
I pouted as she helped me out of the cage. Finally, she hugged and kissed me and whispered in my ear, "We will have all the time in the world to talk in the future. Until then, my love, enjoy your status as a our most valuable treasure." Then Paty unlocked my handcuffs briefly, only to re-secure them behind my back where they remained for the next two days.
One day after my evening meal, my handler led me up to Paty's bedroom and erected the flower cage around me. After kneeling in the cage for an hour or more, Paty and Cooper walked into the room.
"Oh my, Laysan, you are truly a thing of utmost beauty. Your hair is getting so long!"
I felt my face flush a little and smiled at Cooper while remembering why I liked her so much. She is some kind of university professor of some sort and she is always traveling so I rarely see her. She must be well respected in her field.
"You look so much more comfortable in your chains than you did on your first day." Cooper started to walk around the cage to look at me from every angle.
I shrugged and pulled slightly at the links behind my back.
When she was behind me she reached through the bars and began to stroke my hair. I was practically purring.
"Paty sure does take good care of you. I'm always so happy when I get to visit. Although..." she paused, "I will miss you tonight."
"Maybe you will visit more often, Coop," Paty said as she went to fetch the stand for my birdcage. "We certainly wish you would come more for us."
As Paty fixed the stand underneath my platform and opened the petals of my cage, Cooper slowly began undressing. By the time Paty was helping me to the floor, Cooper was laying back on Paty''s bed with her arms stretched over her head wearing only a lacy pair of underwear and black stockings.
"I'll take her down and then I'll be right back," Paty said.
"Oh! Wait!" Cooper jumped up and hugged me and kissed me on the lips. I could smell wine on her breath and her skin was warm and inviting. "I love you, Laysan!"
Then Paty led me off to the dungeon, reaffixed my bondage, and sent me up into Purgatory in my night time cage. I lay there unable to shake the thought of Paty and Cooper, the heat, the lust, the sweat and hair. Oh, god, how I wished I was up there with them.
With all my bondage and with all the talk of my sexual restraint during my time of silence, there was no limitation on my ability to masturbate. And did I ever that night! Holy shit! I was so horny and I realized suddenly that my desire was growing every day. Masturbation was not enough! I needed the touch and the taste and the smell of sex. Oh, god did I need it!
Paty took me out to meet up with all the other women at night clubs fairly often. At first, I viewed these excursions with some trepidation. It was nice getting the cuffs taken off my wrists and elbows. However, as promised, Paty never removed the collar and leash. Also, I never was allowed to wear anything that would really hide them. My collar had the word "FOREVER" etched into the metal. My hair hid the letters, but the word would echo in my thoughts throughout the night. Of course, we would generally go out late at night, long after family hour was over. We would usually go to one of Paty's clubs - often we had a private room. Still, I could always feel the looks of the other clientele as I made my way to our room or table. The variety of looks was somewhat unnerving - everything from lust to anger to condescension. Then again, at the places we went, alternative lifestyles were acceptable.
Also, when we were out on the town, there was always someone taking care of me. Someone would always be holding my hand or linking arms with me. They always would talk to me even though I could only respond with smiles and nods and shrugs. I never had any interaction with someone not in our group.
One night, however, there was a new person. Occasionally, this happens. Paty is very social, so it is no surprise when I find a new friend learning the nature of our click - the benefits of Paty's friendship. She apparently worked with Alba in some capacity. Shortly after I had arrived for the night, she came up to me and introduced herself.
"You must be Laysan! Paty has told me wonderful things about you" she exclaimed with a broad smile on her face. "I am Thetis."
I smiled and went to shake her hand, but she swooped in and gave me a warm hug. As I stepped back from the hug, I pointed to my mouth as if to indicate my inability to speak.
"Oh! Laysan! Don't worry! I know all about you. Paty and your friends have told me all about you. Do you mind if I'm you handler for a little while? I know you don't know me, so, I'll understand if you are uncomfortable."
Well, I was a little uncomfortable, but she seemed really nice and I was in a room full of friends. I shook my head and raised my arms briefly in a way that I hoped indicated that I was all hers. Then I kissed Gardner who had been with me since I arrived on the cheek as a thank you.
Gardner whispered, "You're ok? I'll keep an eye on you."
I nodded my head to Gardner and turned back to Thetis.
Thetis took my arm and began talking in detail about she had met Paty. Apparently, she was some kind of technology consultant who had been working with Alba for several years. She had even seen me once out with Paty a couple of years before.
It's strange meeting someone new when you are completely unable to participate in the conversation with anything more than crude, frantic gestures. But, she was particularly good at guiding the conversation so that I ever felt very awkward. Indeed, at times I felt that I had something to contribute to the conversation, she seemed to be almost instinctual to guess at what I intended to say. Then, too, I was really surprised at how much she did know about me.
Often I found that her questions to me were more aligned to make me feel like I was contributing information about myself to her. In retrospect, I doubt that I communicated anything that she did not know.
I quickly warmed up to her and began to feel comfortable with her. She was always respectful with regards to my limitations and never made any assumptions about how I may be handled. The time that we spent together was quite pleasant. I guess that I should expect Paty to have the utmost instinct regarding who and who not to befriend.
At one point McNear came up to me and whispered into my ear. "I'm surprised that Paty and Alba haven't lost the key to your cuffs yet. 'Tis a pity."
"Ah! And you must be the charming McNear!" Thetis exclaimed.
McNear looked at Thetis with a sour look on her face. "And you must be Thetis, I see that you've read my dossier."
"I've been warned," Thetis smiled with a wink in my direction.
"And, I've read yours too," McNear continued. "'Over-assuming, brash, arrogant, and smells of rotting garbage.'"
"They already have me pegged, I guess," Thetis replied, still smiling.
"Whatever," McNear redirected her ire towards me. "Laysan-pet! Say 'Woof'! Say 'Woof'! Hmmm... nothing. Cat got your tongue? See you bitches around."
McNear can get under my skin sometimes. Fucking bitch. I kind of felt stupid, suddenly. I was playing bondage games out in public. It's kind of a ridiculous thing to do. I wanted to go home and hide under my blankets.
Thetis put her arm around me and whispered into my ear, "I think she's jealous of you."
Later that night McNear approached me again. I tried to pull Petrel, who was handling me at the time, between us in order to avoid any interaction. But, Petrel stepped back and said, "Don't worry, Laysan."
"I'm sorry if I upset you earlier, Laysan," McNear whispered.
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. Then I looked over at where Paty and Alba stood with Thetis. They were looking in our direction. I looked back at McNear, shrugged, and gave her a brief half hug. Thetis was smiling. I think that I'm going to like her.
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One day after my massage, KaMoi escorted me into Paty's rec room where she and several friends were gathered watching a news report on TV. Paty and I stream movies occasionally, but we never sit around and watch shows, so it was kind of an unfamiliar scene. They were watching some kind of news show about a woman who was attempting to sail around the world solo. Apparently, her boat had disappeared off the southwest coast of South America. Apparently, the woman had been gay. They were starting to interview her lover. When I saw the lover's face on the TV screen a great feeling of sadness swept over me. Her eyes told a painful tale of loss and sadness.
As I watched, tears began to pour from my eyes. Maybe I imagined that I was she and Paty was lost somewhere out in the world, never to return. Suddenly, I fell to my knees and rolled over on to my side in a heap of hair, flesh, and metal, struck down by the overwhelming grief that was pouring into my soul.
"Turn off the fucking TV while Laysan's in the room!" Alba yelled.
They helped me up onto the couch where I curled up against Paty and let her comfort me. I'm 33 years old and crying like a baby. No matter what I did, I just could not shake that feeling of sadness. The image of the woman's sorrow etched itself in my mind.
Paty stroked my hair and whispered comforts into my ear like I was a baby. I must have wept for a half hour or more.
<>--+-
One night I awoke and I was bleeding. My period had started. I launched the Distressed App on the tablet computer installed in my cage. Paty was lowering me down from Purgatory within two minutes. She already knew exactly why I had called her. We are kind of in sync to some degree.
Paty did not go to work for the next three days. She stayed with me and took care of me all day every day. I had been wondering if I would get a reprieve from my chains during my period. I had not been looking forward to the humiliation of having to rely on someone else to keep me clean. Well, my chains remained in place, but at least it was only Paty who took care of me.
It was actually a wonderful three days. Paty read me a book. We spent hours just cuddling. I was even happy listening to Paty recount the complete origin and history of SETI and how you can donate computer time to help analyze the data they receive. It was so nice just to listen to her voice, to feel her breath on my neck, to feel her soft lips press behind my ear.
We played board games that I hadn't played since I was a kid.
I especially enjoyed when we played Name That Tune. I could not talk, but I could certainly hum softly. So, I spent hours humming songs to see if she could guess what they were. We fell to the floor laughing until tears fell when I hummed Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic". She said that I made an excellent fog horn sound even if I was not very loud.
Finally, she held me tight and said, "You are my foghorn, Laysan."
Funny. I thought it was the other way around.
On the fourth morning, Paty arrived with 2'Ahlay in tow. I knew that her vacation was over. Before they could chain my elbows together behind my back, I looped my shackled hands over Paty's head and pressed my cheek against hers. We stood hugging until she could stall no longer and then released me into 2'Ahlay's care.
<>--+-
One night when we out on the town, Petrel gave me a pair of thick rimmed glasses to try on. After donning the glasses, as I looked around the room, I was shocked to see that everybody was naked. I took off the glasses and grabbed the sleeve of Petrel's dress. I pointed to my eyes and then to her sleeve.
"No, they aren't X-ray glasses, Laysan."
I put the glasses back on and looked around again. I could dimly see the clothes that everyone was wearing. Indeed, it seemed that they wore their naked flesh on the outside of their clothes.
"These glasses are an example of augmented reality," Petrel explained. "There is a processor and storage in the frames of the glasses. I downloaded a 3D model of a naked woman into the glasses. I wrote an algorithm that identifies the human form and overlays their outline with a similarly positioned replication of the naked woman model."
After a moment she said, "Do you recognize the body?"
She confirmed my thoughts the moment that they crept into my brain. "It's you, Laysan. Gardner mentioned that she had imaged you with her mannequin machine. Those images are everything that I needed to create a perfect replication of your body. Oh! Laysan! Give me a break! You're perfect!"
I didn't realize that I had automatically sucked my stomach in and was pressing my abdomen to make sure it wasn't sticking out.
"Don't even try to think that you are fat! Besides, bulemia will not work well with your current condition."
None of the women in the room had my face, but certainly, there was a roomful of me's from the neck down. I looked over to where Paty, Alba, Thetis, and Corwin were sitting in the far corner talking animatedly. Paty seemed distressed in some way. I slipped off the glasses and watched for a moment. I had noticed that they seemed to always be in some kind of heated conversation lately. They weren't fighting it didn't seem. But, there was something that was upsetting them collectively.
Petrel began telling me about how technology is advancing so quickly, but I was not really listening.
I wonder what Paty and the others were talking about. She never told me and there wasn't really any way for me to ask.
<>--+-
Thetis had been staying at Alba's place. More and more it was she who would come to Paty's to retrieve me and take me to Alba's for a session in the Meditation Shell.
One day I woke up innside the shell. That had never happened before. I'm always out until someone opens the shell and revives me from my peaceful sleep.
After a moment of disorientation, I remembered where I was and why I couldn't move. I pressed my thumb into my palm several times until I realized that I didn't seem to be holding the panic button which would immediately open the shell. I felt my heartbeat skip a couple of times and my breathing became a little more restricted. I was trapped inside the shell until Alba or Thetis let me out.
I'm proud to say however, that I was able to slowly get control of my panic. I've been in the shell so many times. I knew I was safe. I let my mind drift in the sea of soft white noise generated by the air system. Slowly, my heart rate settled and my breathing slowed down again. I think that I had even drifted off again by the time Alba arrived to revive me.
When I sat up in the shell, I pointed emphatically at the palm of my hand where the panic button should have been. Alba looked for a second to figure out what I was saying, then a look of concern swept across her face. "Oh, my god, Laysan! Did you wake up and panic? I'm so sorry! Are you ok?"
I motioned down with the palms of my hands for a moment and gave her the OK sign.
Alba bent down and picked up the button panel from a recess underneath the stand on which the shell sat.
"I'm so sorry! It's just that you haven't taken the panic button into the shell with you for months. I simply thought you didn't need it."
Hmmm... I hadn't even noticed. I guess that I don't really need it.
<>--+-
It's kind of funny how nicknames work. Generally, a nickname is created to shorten one's name. That is not the case for Zaca. She is a tall blonde beauty with very light-toned skin. Someone once referred to her as Fair Zaca - kind of a play on the French children's song "Frère Jacques". Now everyone calls her that.
One evening Fair Zaca moved my handcuffs so they were locked behind me. My heart started to beat faster as she led me up into Paty's bedroom. The flower cage was open and ready to engulf me. I figured, and correctly as it turns out, that Paty was entertaining someone tonight.
Being naked and in chains on such a night was normal, but generally, I awaited the event with glorious anticipation. Being interred in the flower cage however, meant that I would take no part in the frivolity. I was merely an ornament. Perhaps, my presence (or my presentation) still added to the eroticism of the night's events. But, I can assure you that showing, but not participating leads to a certain degree of frustration (no matter how sweet the frustration may be).
I don't think that I was jealous that the visitor had an access to Paty that I had been denied for almost three weeks. Maybe after all these years, I have some sort of conditioning that causes my libido to race as soon as I know that there is someone to entertain. Indeed, as Zaca folded the bars of the cage around me, I felt my skin flush and my breathing turn slightly ragged.
Chained as I was though, there would be no release for my lust tonight until Paty returned me to Purgatory.
I drifted in my birdcage for over an hour until Paty arrived accompanied by Thetis.
"Oh, my god, Paty! She is gorgeous! You're gorgeous, Laysan!"
I smiled at Thetis to thank her for the compliment. Inside though I was torn with disappointment. Thetis was new. She had never come to Paty for a night of quality time until tonight. And I would not be allowed the opportunity to participate. Oh, how I wanted to!
She took her time walking around my cage, looking at me from all angles. I remained still with my eyes to the floor, though occasionally I'd glance up to see where she was.
"Well, you know how important Laysan is to all of us... Me, in particular," Paty explained. "Of course, we provide her the best care at all times."
I could not help but smile at Paty's words. They gave me the confidence to turn my head and look into Thetis' eyes as she stood behind my right shoulder.
Thetis was smiling at me. She placed a kiss on her fingers, reached through the bars of my cage, and pressed her hand firmly into the soft flesh of my abdomen just above my right hip. Her hand was warm and her touch was electric. I heard the rattle of my chains behind my back as I shivered involuntarily.
"It's too bad that you are leaving town so soon. I'm sure she wishes that she could participate tonight," Paty said.
"Most definitely! My loss!" Thetis replied. "But, I'll be back in town again. And, if you'll have me..."
"Anytime," Paty said as she moved off to retrieve that stand for the birdcage and release me to the freedom of my other cage in the dungeon. "I'm going to take her down. Make yourself comfortable."
"No! Don't!" Thetis interjected. "Can you leave her here?"
A rush of air whistled slightly though the side of my gagged mouth. I looked at Thetis and then Paty. She wanted me to watch them make love?
"Sure," Paty replied to my horror.
Paty walked up to my cage and indicated for me to lean towards her. I shuffled on my knees until I could press my cheek to the bars. She kissed me softly and reached her hand through the bars and under my hair to lightly stroke the back of my neck.
Thetis had begun to unbutton her blouse. She untucked it from her skirt and pulled it open revealing a black lacey bra. Shortly afterward her skirt fell to the floor exposing a matching pair of panties.
I felt Paty's breath in my ear and her lips tickled the fine hairs on my cheek. "I love you, Laysan," she breathed into my ear. Then she released me and moved up to Thetis, pushing the blouse from her shoulders and agressively kissing Thetis' lips.
As I returned to a more comfortable kneeling position, they had slid up onto Paty's bed. Thetis was pulling at Paty's clothes. The room was filled with the rustle of sheets and the sound of zippers releasing.
Instinctively, I shook my head attempting to conceal my eyes behind my hair, but, damn it, Zaca! She had pulled my hair into a pony tail which trailed down my back trapped behind the chains of my elbow and wrist restraints.
I could do no more than close my eyes as the rhythm of their love making washed up against my cage. The sounds of it splashed around me. I was drowning. I could not get enough air. I could not keep my head above the sea of lust that filled the room.
After one crescendo, I risked a look. Paty's head was between Thetis' thighs. Thetis back was arched, mouth open and eyes closed sealed within a certain ecstacy. I wanted to, but could not look away.
When her eyes finally opened again, they were fixed upon mine as though, somehow, I was the source of her ecstacy. I felt a frisson of energy ripple through my flesh out towards her.
I rocked my pelvis gently, shifting from side to side as I knelt. I flexed and pulled at my arms as best as I could to feel the hard comfort of the cuffs hold me. I closed my eyes and began to stretch my neck forward and backward, from side to side, feeling the collar's unrelenting presence at all points around my slender neck. The cold links of the chain of my leash, which was clipped overhead, gently brushed the insides of my breasts where it hung down from its anchorage.
Were they to open my cage now I would likely explode. I would lacerate them with the shrapnel of my desire. Trip the trigger!
It was much later that Paty finally pulled me from the birdcage. Thetis' naked breast rose slowly as she slept amongst the pillows and sheets of Paty's glorious bed. Wordlessly, Paty led me to the dungeon, rearranged my shackles, and helped me into my nighttime cage. Paty had probably not even climbed back into her own bed with Thetis before sleep had engulfed me.
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