The Runway Part I (bd, cons, M/f)

                                THE RUNWAY Part I

 

ellen is here, but she really has no idea where "here" is.  she

is in some sort of building and is bound, hooded, and gagged.

she is nearly naked under a very short cape that barely covers

her ass.  It is buttoned only at the neck in front, and she can

feel it open slightly when she walks, exposing her bare cunt!

her Master likes her to keep her pussy completely shaved.  she is

wearing only black heels,the cape, hood, handcuffs, and a collar.

her Master / Husband is leading her by a leash through the

building.  she has no idea whether she is being watched as her

cunt flashes from beneath the fluttering cape.

 

she is no stranger to bondage, but she and her Master had never

tried it with other people or out of the confines of their home.

They had discussed both possibilities, but ellen knew her Master

would do as He wished.  she has entrusted herself in bondage

totally to Him since early in their marriage.  she trusts Him to

not do anything which would actually cause her harm, or endanger

their careers. 

 

she sensed, somehow, that today was not to be their usual bondage

scene.  her Master came home and ordered her to strip to her

black heels!  ellen was soon naked except for the heels.  her

hands were handcuffed behind her and a collar was applied with

the leash attached.  her pussy tingled!!  However, it was the

short, revealing cape that took her by surprise.  He had never

even partially covered her before during their bondage sessions.

she knew something was different!  Master covered her head with a

hood and penis gag!  ellen could not hear, see, or speak.  she

could only feel the cool air against her bald, excitedly swollen

clit as she walked. Then, without warning, He led her out to the

garage and into the van.  This was to be a first!!

 

Now, after about an hour's drive, Master was leading her through

a building.  He took her into a room and closed the door.  she

sensed that they were alone. 

 

"ellen, tonight is very special.  you are to be the model for a

line of bondage clothes and special equipment.  The room is full

of out-of-town buyers, and the sponsors are the local bondage

club which we have discussed joining.  If you do well tonight, we

will be admitted as members.  If you are difficult, I will deal

with you in My own special way during the show.  If we fail to

gain admittance, I will deal with you in a very unpleasant

fashion when we get home.  The room has a runway, just like a

fashion show.  At the end of the runway is a sort of "cul-de-sac"

on which you may be turned for full display.  I will dress you

and arrange the equipment.  I will lead you if you can't see.  If

you can't walk, the equipment will be moveable.  I will always be

there.  When you are not gagged, you will not speak or ask any

questions.  You may scream if you need to when the time comes.

It is now time for your first outfit."

 

ellen felt the cape come off, and was starkly aware of her

nakedness and vulnerability.  Although she felt sure they were

alone, she had no way of knowing when someone would enter the

room, or who it would be.  The tingle in her pussy increased!

her Master began to dress her.

 

The room lights dimmed and the audience awaited ellen's

emergence.  As ellen was led out of the dressing room, she could

hear the muffled applause get louder as they approached the

entrance to the runway.  The curtains parted slightly, and the

audience was presented with a well-tanned slave with long blonde

hair dressed totally in white leather--a leather hood, single arm

sleeve behind, bra, garter, thong panty, collar, and high-heeled

thigh boots.  ellen felt embarrassed.  Although all her private

parts were covered, she was aware of the stunning picture she

presented.  He had to remove her original hood during the

dressing session, and she had seen the outfit before He had

covered her head again with the new white hood and gag.  she was

covered, but just barely!  ellen knew how dazzling she looked!

 

ellen followed her Master onto the runway to the applause of the

onlookers.  Because she was blindfolded, ellen walked slowly and

deliberately as she was led, being careful not to veer to the

right or left.  her Master had instructed her to struggle a

little, just to demonstrate the security of her bindings.  her

feeble attempts to escape her bonds drew a fever-pitched approval

from her audience.  ellen began to like the runway and the

approval her new role was bringing.  All too soon it was over.

Time for her next outfit.   

 

The members of the audience applauded their approval as ellen

again emerged into the spotlight.  ellen wore her original black

hood, and her outfit was matching black.  The top was a stretch

short black halter top.  The skirt came down to about half way to

her knees in front, and was comprised of a mere three horizontal

straps in back, leaving her ass and the backs of her legs totally

bare!  her hands were handcuffed behind, and were drawn up and

attached to the back of her collar.  she wore her black heels.

This time, her Master had changed the hood before dressing her so

she could not see the outfit.  ellen was totally humiliated by

the presentation of her bare ass to anyone but Master, certainly

to an unseen audience of stranger!  

 

As they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master say,

"You will notice the special provisions of this garment.  The

skirt covers the front nicely, but leaves the ass totally exposed

for fondling or for punishment."  As He spoke, He slowly turned

her around to exhibit the features of the skirt to the audience,

running His hands over the smooth, tight twin globes of her ass.

Suddenly, she felt a harsh slap on each ass cheek.  she let go a

muffled yelp into her gag, and struggled in her bonds.  she felt

His finger probe between her ass cheeks and slide over her

protruding pussy which she realized was peeking out behind from

between her ass cheeks.  Knowing the strangers could get a

glimpse of her bald pussy from behind both renewed her

embarrassment, and made her pussy moist with excitement!  "But

now, ladies and gentlemen, the special feature!" 

 

ellen felt His fingers at her breasts.  What ellen didn't know

was that the halter top had a special fitting.  The cones

covering her breasts were snapped on!  Suddenly, with one deft

motion, the cones covering her tits were ripped off, and her

magnificent breasts were on full display as an accompaniment to

her bare ass and peering pussy!  The audience noted immediately

that ellen had no tan lines.  Master tormented ellen's tits with

his fingertips, slowly circling and grazing across the

dollar-sized, pale pink nipples.  her breathing quickened as she

felt Him sucking on her tits, and her aroused state was not lost

on her audience.  she could only "mew" into the gag and squirm

uselessly.  ellen tried to double over to cover her tits, but

realized that her pussy was only more prominent in that position.

she finally resigned herself to standing proud and tall, and

allowed her Master to make her respond as He wished.  her pussy

was throbbing with excitement!  her Master led her SLOWLY back

down the runway to the approving applause of the buyers.  It was

time for ellen's next outfit. 

 

On the way back to the dressing room, Master told ellen, "Trying

to cover your exposed tits has earned you a punishment.  It will

be given during the show.  Any other punishments you earn will

also be given during the show.  Be careful, sweet slave!"

 

ellen really didn't want to go on stage this time.  she wore the

same collar, heels, black hood, and handcuffs drawn up behind.

she never saw the outfit, but ellen could feel the cold steel of

the chains.  Interestingly enough, the audience loved the outfit.

This time, ellen was presented dressed in a black leather-

and-chain halter and panty thong.  her breasts were basically

bare, covered only by five strips of chain hung between the

leather strips.  The leather panty covered her pussy, but five

strips of chain covered the sides of her thighs and her ass in

back.  The leather panty thong consisted of a leather belt, side

and rear chains, and the panty thong.  Again, it was what she

couldn't know about the outfit that counted most.  The leather

panty was snapped on with three snaps--one at each upper corner

of the panty in front, and one at the top of the thong in back.

she was aware of how her tits bounced as she walked.  They were

large, but not pendulous, and her large, pink, dollar-sized

areola added the touch of magnificence which caused most men to

drool.  The cold strands of chain caused ellen's nipples to stand

at attention and protrude between the chain strips as if they

consciously wanted to intensify the seductive picture she

presented. 

 

When they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master

explain to the audience, "This outfit also has its advantages.

You will notice that the panty thong has snaps much like the bra

part of the halter top of the previous outfit.  This is for

obvious reasons!"

 

ellen realized at once what her Master intended to do!  Without

thinking, she attempted to turn away, but her Master grabbed her

arms and held her fast. 

 

He whispered in her ear, "That is a second punishment.  I will

display you any way I see fit!"    With that, He unceremoniously

grasped the top of the thong in back and unsnapped it, rapidly

whisked the thong through her legs, and yanked the snaps loose in

front.  The panty was gone in a flash, and ellen felt the cool

air of the open room rush around her bald pussy.  The room became

hushed, and then broke out in a loud applause and cheers as the

entire audience had a clear, unobstructed frontal view of her

shaved-bare cunt.  she tried vainly to close her legs, but was

forced to separate them slightly to keep her balance as she was

led back down the runway.  The indignity she felt was crushing! 

 

"The next section of the program will be equipment demonstration

time!" ellen heard her Master announce.  she shuddered as she

tried to imagine what might be next after this display! 

 

When ellen again appeared, she was stark naked!  The hood was

removed so her ability to see the myriad of gazing faces and eyes

would add to her indignity.  she noticed her Master was dressed

only in a leather thong and sandals, and looked magnificent.  "He

does have a good body!" ellen thought, as she momentarily fixed

on his butt as he walked ahead of her leading her down the

runway.  her thoughts quickly returned to her own predicament.

In addition to her total nudity, ellen was gagged, and her hands

were held wide apart by a steel bar which was attached to her

collar.  Cuffs at each end held her arms fast.  she was wheeled

out because she could not walk.  her feet were immobilized by a

simple platform of wood with another platform about six inches

higher with ankle holes cut out.  This higher platform was split

with the back section hinged on one side allowing it to swing

back and forth.  It was locked in place around ellen's ankles.

The device was very simple, but very effective.  ellen could not

move effectively to cover her tits or her bald pussy.  The

assembled spectators had a clear and unobstructed view right up

her wet, gaping cunt.  The stock had wheels, and the Master

pulled it down the runway by an attached chain and stopped at the

end.  He was carrying an ominous looking canvas bag.

 

Master began, "You will notice the position is ample for complete

access for torment.  I will demonstrate some rather uncomfortable

devices for effect to show the inability of the slave to prevent

implementation of your every whim."

 

ellen's eyes widened with horror as her Master reached into the

bag and pulled out a set of shiny nipple clamps.  she twisted and

squirmed in vain as He sucked each nipple and applied the clamps

in turn.  The clamps were adjustable, and He had adjusted them

TIGHT.  ellen muffled a scream into her gag with each

application.  The clamps were attached with a small chain to

which Master began to attach small lead weights.  ellen mewed

more or less constantly into her gag with each added weight, and

began to bend over slightly as the weights mounted.  After the

addition of ten or twelve weights, ellen's breasts were pointing

straight downward, and had taken the shape more of twin cones

stretched to the limits.  ellen was panting with pain.  she was

thankful for small relief as Master palmed the weights in his

hand, temporarily relieving the strain on her tormented tits.  He

lifted the weights up about two inches, and then dropped them!

The clamps held!  ellen screamed silently into the gag and

quickly bent over as the full force of the falling weights hit

her nipples!  her eyes widened anew, and she shook her head

violently, pleadingly, as He slowly lifted the weights again--to

an even higher height!  This time the weights fell about six

inches!  Again the clamps held!  Again ellen bent quickly in an

effort to prevent the sharp pain in her nipples as they felt the

full force of the falling weights!  Again she struggled violently

against her bonds--uselessly!  The audience applauded and

cheered. 

 

"Now, we have some added torment,"  Master continued.  "I don't

think breast torture alone will entice our slave to test the

bonds to the limit."

 

Bent over as she was due to the weights on her tits, ellen

watched with renewed panic as Master again reached into the bag.

He pulled out a rather weird device, but ellen quickly noticed

the two large clamps and the attached steel "T"-shaped

attachment.  Master lubricated the "T" and began to insert the

shaft up ellen's wet cunt.  The cross piece rested clit to

asshole down her slit as the dildo penetrated her to the maximum.

There was a screw device attached to the now-inverted "T" which

went into the base of the dildo and up inside it.  A fixed ring

was near the wooden handle of the screw.  Master then attached

the large clips to each of ellen's labia, bringing new protests,

pleadings, and struggles from the slave.  The chains attached to

the labia clamps were attached to the fixed ring.  As Master

began to slowly turn the screw handle, the chains attached to the

clamps began to pull down, as the dildo was pushed further inside

ellen, and the cross bar was forced further into her wet slit!

ellen watched with terror as Master continued to slowly turn the

screw, increasing the pain and pressure in her labia, cunt, and

slit.  Then He stopped.

 

"I'm going to give you a choice.  Do you want me to stop turning

the screw?"

 

ellen nodded vigorously.

 

"Then we have to replace it with another torment.  Should I lift

and drop the weights?"

 

ellen shook her head equally energetically.

 

"Should I swing the weights?"

 

ellen again shook her head.

 

"I have to do something to convince the buyers that you can't

escape these bonds.  I guess I'm just going to have to switch off

and do all three."

 

ellen shook her head violently and struggled fiercely, but to no

avail.  Master lifted the weights a full foot, and dropped them.

The pain was unbearable!  But ellen had no choice to bear it.

Just as the pain was subsiding, Master twisted the screw another

two turns and reached up and swatted the weights.  Twin peaks of

pain!! 

 

Then He was gone!  ellen heard something behind her and then it

hit!  Master swatted her bent ass with a paddle!  First one side

and then the other in swift succession.  The spanking caused her

ass to blaze, but the motion it created heightened the pain in

her cunt, and the swinging motion of the weights on her tit

clamps elevated the pain in her nipples beyond tolerance.  The

ferocity of her struggles were indeed convincing that the bonds

could not be broken.  The spankings continued for what seemed an

eternity, but was really only a few minutes.  ellen was held

fast, and had no choice but to endure her Master's torment.  Then

it ceased, and the stock and its captive were slowly wheeled back

down the runway and behind the entrance.  The audience applauded

and cheered wildly as ellen slowly disappeared into the alcove.

 

ellen emerged into the spotlight bound standing in a metal frame.

The frame was wheeled down the runway to the end.  she was still

stark naked.  her gag was removed, and she could hear, see, and

speak.  However, she had been sternly commanded not to speak.

she could scream.  her arms were bound widely separated overhead

to the frame, and her right foot was bound to the platform on

which the frame was attached.  her left foot had an ankle cuff

and chain attached, but the other end of the chain, and her

ankle, were free.

 

"You will note the simplicity of this frame, ladies and

gentlemen.  It is useful for complete exposure of your slave for

punishment or humiliation.  Allow me to demonstrate.  Suddenly,

ellen knew why only one foot was chained to the platform!  Master

raised the left foot up and attached it by its short chain next

to her bound left wrist over her head!!  her bald pussy was

gaping right out to the audience!!  Because she was a dancer, she

was very limber, and Master knew it was not difficult for her to

assume some very stressed positions for long periods.

 

"See what I mean by complete exposure?  You can also bind your

slave upside-down to this frame in much the same manner.  her

tits are completely available for torment, and her pussy is

totally exposed to whomever or whatever you may desire.  Allow me

to demonstrate.  We saw our slave react to clamps and whipping.

she is also very ticklish."

 

ellen's eyes widened!  "NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!  PLLLEEAAASSSEEEE, NOT

THAT!!  DON'T TICKLE ME!  NOT HERE!  YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO

ME!!!"

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize for the impertinence of

our slave.  she has now earned a third punishment for

transgressions tonight.  The previous session with the clamps and

spanking was number one.  This tickling session, and what will

accompany it, will be  punishment number two.  It would have been

the last punishment, but now there will be at least a third,

depending on whether or not our slave has learned respect for her

Master's desires.  Now, for tickling, I always use only my

fingertips.  It seems to be much more effective than feathers,

and I can judge the pressure better." 

 

ellen could only tremble at what was about to happen.  Tickling

was bad enough, but what did Master mean about 'what was to

accompany it?' her eyes widened and her breathing quickened as

Master started at her elbows, slowly working His way toward each

armpit, making quick small circles with His fingertips.  ellen

began to giggle and struggle as His fingers approached her

armpits.  ellen could not contain herself any longer.  She began

to shriek with uncontrollable laughter!

 

"AAAEEEKEEKKKEEEEEAAAAIIIIEIEEEE!!!"

 

Master lingered at the armpits until He decided she had had

enough there, and then proceeded quickly to the sides of the

breasts and the ribs.  The sensations were totally intolerable!

ellen's eyes bugged out.  she couldn't breathe at all for several

seconds at a time.  When she could get her breath, she screamed

and laughed continuously.  Fingers rapidly glazed across her

stomach, in and out of her navel, and down the back of her right

leg.  Just when she thought she would faint from that, the

fingers found her left leg, and began to slowly work their way up

toward her exposed left foot.  ellen realized where the

tormenting fingers were headed, and began to plead anew.   

"NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!  PLLLLEEASSSEEEE, NOT MY FOOT.

NOT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRGGGHHHH!!"  

Master tickled the sole of the captive foot unmercifully.  ellen

struggled violently in vain.  she was majestic.  her cunt was

swollen with excitement, and her struggles caused her tits to

jiggle wildly.  ellen thrust her hips in and out toward the

audience with wild abandon.  she was aware of the show she was

presenting, but she was helpless to stop it.  The tickling was

maddening, and she only wanted it to stop!!  The fingers moved

away from the foot, and quickly back to the tits and ribs, back

to the legs, back to the foot--and so on--first one site and then

another.  ellen had no control over where Master would tickle

next, not that it mattered much.  her pussy was glistening, and

her clit, swollen as it was, was protruding lewdly from beneath

its hooded covering.  It was the most degrading position ellen

had ever experienced!