Chapter 14 - Birthday Bonds Part 2

Amy and Susan were held helpless with their wrists tight against their belts. The chain between their legs and connected to the ceiling pulley forced them up on tip toe with nothing to do but await punishment.

Karen came over and looked into my eyes. Since I could neither hear nor speak she just raised her eyebrows in question and I, having recovered my breath, winked back at her. To my surprise she then disappeared behind me and I felt her tightening every strap holding me.

There was not much give as the two girls had used all their strength on my bondage. Karen came in sight again smiling and holding a small gift wrapped package. Standing where I could see her she opened it and revealed a small electric vibrator pad.

The skirt of the dress was very tight around my booted legs but she managed to work the vibrator under it until it was resting against the crotch strap. Then she forced it down under the edge of the double boot so it was firmly in place.

Straightening the skirt she fed the wire down to an extension cord beside the chair and plugged it in. It was not turned on. The smile left her face as she turned to the two helpless girls.

My sister obviously knew that it was Amy who had initiated the attack so she left her for later and started with Susan. First she clamped the girl's wrists together at the front of the belt then released just enough tension on the ceiling pulley to allow her to force Susan into a sitting position on the floor.



Each booted ankle was strapped to floor rings about 2' apart then Karen sat on the back of Susan's neck and forced her to bend forward until her head almost touched the floor. Releasing one arm at a time Karen pulled them out, under Susan's knees, at right angles to her body and tied the wrists to handy floor rings.

She tightened the gag strap another notch and then untied the right ankle and pulled the leg up and over the girl's back. Karen followed suit with the left leg before taking a quick turn of cord around the crossed ankles to hold them in position.

In another few moments my sister had twisted Susan's arms under each thigh and behind her back. She lashed them together at the wrist. Now Susan was doubled in half with her head between her legs but that position was soon to get worse.

Karen fixed a heavy strap with a large metal ring around the crossed ankles and hooked the ring to the end of the ceiling pulley rope. Starting the motor caused the girl to be hauled off the floor and by the time she was at waist height her own weight was trying to straighten her legs. The back of her knees pushing against the back of each shoulder increased the pressure bending her body. Karen took any slack out of the bonds.

Held immobile as I was, Karen had thoughtfully arranged things so Susan's leather covered gagged head, locked with her chin almost touching her buttocks, was facing me as she hung suspended from the pulley. Only her eyes were unrestrained and they didn't look too happy.

She was even more uncomfortable when Karen attached another strap to the one at her crotch, ran it down to a floor ring and then took the pulley up another few inches.

As the leather encased girl hung in her bonds I felt a sensation in my crotch and realized that Karen had turned on the vibrator pad. Waves of feeling traveled through my body from the effect of the pad on the butt plug and dildo. Absolutely unable to move I concentrated on Susan in front of me as thing began to build until the total effect of everything happening caused an explosion of relief.

What a birthday present but it wasn't finished yet.

Now it was Amy's turn and, from the look on Karen's face, I didn't think she was going to enjoy the next few hours.

The vibrator continued to run maintaining a beautiful level of sensations throughout my body as I watched my sister punish Amy.

Unhooking the wrist chains she forced the girl face down on the floor and proceeded to strap her arms up between her shoulder blades.

Taking a heavy upper body corset she fitted it from Amy's shoulders to waist and used a metal levering tool to pull the edges together as she laced it closed from top to bottom. So tight did she get the corset that the girl's breasts were almost flattened and her upper body rigid. While I couldn't hear anything I could see her nostrils working as she fought for air

Karen strapped Amy's legs together and then went to the bench for the packing tape ratchet. Normally used by shippers the dispenser used 1/2" nylon tape. Bending the legs at the knees Karen ran a loop of the tape around the girl's ankles and upper thighs and started to squeeze the trigger on the machine. As she worked the tape tightened and soon had the calves squashed tightly against the thighs.

Karen flipped the switch that sealed the ends of the tape and cut it ready for two or three more loops around the legs just to make sure. Now with Amy positioned on her knees Karen pulled out a long length of the tape, ran it under the bent legs and across the leather covered shoulders. As the trigger did its work Amy's chest was drawn down until it was tight against her thighs.

She ran a couple more loops around the packaged girl and then let her roll on her side. Two more long pieces across each shoulder and down her bent and booted legs and Amy was an immobile package of leather.



From against the wall Karen wheeled a small, leather covered box into the center of the room under one of the ceiling pulleys and hooked the chain from the pulley under the straps that crossed Amy's body between the knees and the shoulders. Starting the motor she raised the girl until she could slide the box under her. The toes of the high heeled boots were level with Amy's buttocks and as Karen lowered her into the box and pushed down on her shoulders she finally rested on those points inside the box.

It was barely big enough to hold the girl but, with further pushing and shoving, Karen got her all the way in until just her helmeted head was above the top edge. The two piece top for the box had half circles cut in their inside edges with raised 3" arcs. As Karen slid them in place they clamped together around Amy's neck and the metal clasps snapped closed.

Tightening the girl's gag strap Karen ran another strap from one side of the neck clamp, over the helmeted head to fasten at the other side. This strap had a roller buckle in the middle at the top of the head and as I watched Karen leaned her weight on the two ends to tighten it down. That should give her a headache!

She stuck a bright bow on top of the helplessly held head - another present!

Karen then left the room and when she returned she had changed into street clothes and was buttoning her full length leather coat. Pulling the belt tight around her slim waist, she slipped on a pair of kid gloves before coming over to me and stroking my leather encased cheek. Smiling down at me she went over to where Susan dangled from the ceiling and gave her bonds another tug.

Amy's head got a last tap and then Karen was gone.

I estimated it was over two hours before she came back in the playroom and over to me. The vibrator was shut off and she began to get me out of the bondage outfit that the girls had strapped, laced and bound on so tightly.

I was very grateful that she started at my head and was finally able to pop the gag out of my mouth and give me a long drink of water. That made things much more comfortable while she worked on the rest of my body. I explained to her what had happened with Amy and, as the last items came off and she helped me towards the shower, she stopped in front of the leather encased, boxed and helpless girl.

Karen handed me two solid plugs that I slowly pushed in the nostrils of the helmeted head. It couldn't move but her eyes showed fear as her air was completely cut off. After a timed one minute I removed the plugs allowing her to breathe again and then went for a long, hot shower to recover from my birthday surprise.

Karen was tidying up all the equipment when I came back in a pair of leather slacks, supply kid shirt and high heeled boots. Susan's buttocks, covered in taunt leather were irresistible. I picked up a thin riding crop covered in braided leather from the wall rack and went over to where she hung by her booted ankles.

The crop slashed across her ass cheeks a half dozen times and she moaned through her gag at the stinging sensation caused as it hit the tight leather. Karen watched with a smile as I got my revenge and then we slowly started to release our captives from their bonds.

Working as a team it still took some time until we had them standing back-to-back, naked and spread eagled, their wrists and ankles attached to the sides and floor of the shower stall with plastic ties. Light raincoats protected our leather outfits as we turned on the water and soaped them all over using soft wash mitts.

After what they had been through there was no resistance and in half an hour we had them tied hand and foot in chairs at the kitchen table. It was a very late meal and we were all tired so afterwards Karen and I worked each girl, still bound at the wrist and ankles, into a heavy leather body bag and laced them closed to the neck.

Gags and blindfolds followed and then we laid them side by side on the bed, tied their feet to the bottom rail and ran straps from the epaulet loops on each shoulder of the body bags to the head board.

They were as comfortable as they were going to get for the rest of the night. There was nothing wrong with my drink this time as Karen and I relaxed and discussed how we were going to break Amy's spirit so we could really start enjoying ourselves. The answer was something we agreed to try in the morning after a good night's rest