BINDING AGREEMENT, PART VI
Yes, Bonda did sleep.
The bubbles of air became an underwater lullaby to her, and she couldn't tell
exactly when she dozed off. And she wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep when
she awoke.
But even though her sweat soaked her body and she itched like crazy, in the end
the need to recharge her body had become the most overwhelming urge. So she had
slept.
And she had dreamed.
It was a bizarre dream, really. All she could remember was being fettered and
being shown her new slave boots - rubber-and-leather boots with 8'' heels. Boots
that ran from her toes all the way up to her crotch. Boots with the longest
laces she'd ever seen, which fit her legs so snugly that her knees couldn't
bend.
These boots weren't made for walkin'.
These boots were made for bondage.
And in her dream, there were the Mistress and Tyrenna, fitting her into the
boots, forcing her to learn to walk on them, telling her how the tiny little
padlocks on the back would make sure that even if she were otherwise unfettered
and naked, she couldn't get those boots off. And Bonda remembered that she was
left alone to learn to walk in those boots. She teetered. She stumbled. She
could hardly stand still, let alone walk forward.
Even left unfettered, it took her hours upon hours of practice to learn how to
mince forward. Even bound into a walking harness, replete with a upside-down
U-shaped bar and rollers, she could only mince forward. And then there was the
scene that shocked her awake: Tyrenna walking into the room with a metal and
leather body harness and brank, telling her that it was time for Bonda to be
re-bound as a pony girl, still in her boots.
"The Mistress wants to race you," Tyrenna said.
Run? In those boots?
The fear shook Bonda awake.
Maybe it had been the dream that had made her so sweaty. Maybe it was the time
she'd spent in the tube. But whatever it was, she was very, very happy when she
felt herself lifted out of the pit by Tyrenna and her helpers.
When she was finally deflated, the tube unlocked, and the rubber bag pulled from
her body, Bonda's body was a wrinkled as a Sharpei. The smell of sweat and
rubber was overwhelming.
Bonda was ushered into a small, white room with a regular tub and a small table,
which contained food.
"You know the drill," Tyrenna said. "Bathe and dry yourself. Then eat. Later,
Mistress has some interesting new boots to fit on you. I don't think you could
conjur up these boots in your wildest dreams!'
"Bet me," Bonda thought to herself.
"These boots are rubber and leather and go all the way up to your puss," Tyrenna
said.
"They lace and lock. And, oh yes, they have 8'' heels."
"No!" Bonda thought to herself as she slipped into the tub. "Am I still
dreaming?"
She wasn't.
Tyrenna left the room and closed the door.
Bonda quickly washed the sweat off her and dried herself off. She wolfed down
her food, all the time thinking of the boots.
"I've got to get out of here," she thought. "I've got to escape!"
She jumped to her feet and approached the door. She didn't care that she was
naked or who might be on the other side of the door.
She wanted her freedom.
So she twisted the door knob, and it opened. She peeked out the door. No one was
in the hallway. She slinked down the hallway to a coat rack, where she found a
long, black, rubber trenchcoat. She put it on.
She came to the end of the hallway and it split like a T. Should she got left or
right? She chose the right.
At the end of that hallway was another T. She went left.
At the end of the hallway was a door. She opened it. It was the foyer. And,
other than another slave dangling high above in the cage where she had been, it
was empty. She fixed her eyes on the front door and scurried over, the sound of
her bare feet slapping against the tile as she ran.
She was at the door now, a little out of breath. But she had to go, so she
opened the door and prepared to run for her life.
But what she ran into was a trap.
This wasn't the exit out after all. It was the entrance to another dungeon,
where her Mistress awaited with a man. Tyrenna was at the door, and pulled her
inside.
"Bonda, this is Master Nick," said the Mistress. "He's here to monitor your
training. He's brought some special goodies for us to play with, including a new
pair of boots. Tyrenna, show Bonda her boots.
Yes, they were rubber-and-leather boots with 8'' heels. Boots that ran from
Bonda's toes all the way up to her crotch. Boots with the longest laces she'd
ever seen, fitting her legs so snugly that her knees couldn't bend.
There were tiny little padlocks on the back to make sure that even if she were
otherwise unfettered and naked, she couldn't get those boots off. Bonda
teetered. She stumbled. She could hardly stand still, let alone walk forward.
Bonda wept.
"Why are you crying, my dear?" the mistress asked.
"Are you going to race me?" Bonda stammered.
"Why no, dear," the mistress said. " I hadn't thought of it. But now that you
mention it?maybe?someday?someday soon. We are going to bind you. Master Nick has
has brought you a hooded, armless rubber sheath dress to match your boots."
