Party Installation

At 37 years of age Linda was not overly pleased with her sex life. Having had a few semi-serious relationships in her life none of them had ever lasted. She was not sure why, they just hadn't. The outside observer could have guessed it had something to do with her fetish for latex and BDSM but the recent relationships had been with men very much into that scene. Thinking yet again about what she thought was something wrong with her she dismissed it, as she always did, with maybe she never could relay what she really craved from her partners. She was not sure she even knew that herself.

Childless and with a good career in banking, she could at least pamper herself with good quality latex and BDSM gear and had become really good at pleasing herself when others failed to do so. Still, there was something missing.

She looked up and out of the window of the train that took her further and further away from the buzzing city jungle and replaced it with the more subtle low-key scenery of the suburbs. The advertisement on the website she most frequented had asked for a female willing to be part of a party as an installation. The list of prerequisites had been impressive but she had become hooked from the second she read them. Words such as fornifilia, immobile, bondage, long-term, latex, breath play, and stimulation had sent shivers down her spine. The words "must be able to endure" on the top of the list made them seem all that more charged with erotic sensation.

There were also words she did not feel that enthusiastic about. Wet for instance. She did somewhat enjoy looking at wet video clips online or as part of a live performance but had never tried it herself. The fact that she had answered the advertisement and was now on her way to be part of the party told her she might not be as bothered with the words on the list she did not like that much after all.

As she exited the train the platform was empty. At first she got a bit worried she might have gotten the station wrong but before she could think too much about it a couple appeared and came walking up to her.

"Linda?" The woman asked.

"Yes", Linda replied.

"So sorry we are a bit late. We lost track of time setting up your gear back at the house. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, just a few minutes."

"Well it is a real pleasure to meet you. I am Kate Still and this is my husband George."

Kate and George could have been around 45-50 years old and looked like the typical suburban couple. Nothing stood out in the way they looked, presented themselves or spoke. They were totally and utterly normal. They shook hands and when the formalities were over George offered to carry Linda's bag and they all walked out of the station and into the couple's car. The drive to the house was not far and Linda thought it was for the best since the ride was done in complete silence. She started to get aroused thinking about what she had gotten herself into. Her payment for her 'service' had been paid in advance and she had gotten, signed, and sent back a contract describing her commitments, what limits she had set and finally a confidentiality agreement between the two parties.

The Still's house was situated at the end of a road with little or no overlook from any neighbours. It was a two story building on a slope with what looked like a cellar floor with its own entrance. George told Linda to go right inside the cellar where the party was to be held and also to get dressed as they had agreed on. Once finished she could just call up the stairs to the main floor that she was ready and the Stills would come down and set her up.

'Set her up'

The three words made her feel aroused in a way she never felt before. Could this be what she had been missing all along? To be used by strangers in ways she did not fully control. Sure, the contract stated her terms, but since she had given them free rein as long as she was not hurt permanently she also felt scared, in a rather good, erotic way.

The cellar was not a cellar at all but a floor with what seemed like a few rooms and a staircase leading up to the main floor. The living room she was now standing in looked like a small pub. White walls with framed photographs of the typical city themes you buy at a poster store. There was a small bar in one end with high chairs. On the opposite side there was the stairwell. Besides the stairwell a dark corridor lead further in to what she guessed were bedrooms or storage spaces. Embedded ceiling lights lit up the room and in the centre of the room three sofas made an open square towards the back wall. A low table was put in the middle of the wooden floor. There were no carpets.

It was, however, not the rather meek design choice that caught Linda's attention the steel bondage frame in front of the back wall was. It was placed so the occupants of the sofas would have a very good view of whatever was strapped into it. Two spotlights in the ceiling made it shine and was definitely the main attraction of the room.

Linda put down her bag, passed the sofas, and walked up to the frame to have a closer look. The wooden floor creaked quietly as she moved over it. The frame was clearly custom-made for the Stills it might even have been home-made. The main part of it was two thick steel rods securely bolted to the floor. Between them was a thin padded board must be a backrest she thought. A bit over her shoulder level two twin rods went horizontally outwards from the main frames, for securing the occupant's arms no less. All rods were moderately donned with thick rubber straps with locking buckles. Whoever was strapped in was going nowhere unless let loose. Around where the head would be a similar lightly-padded disk was placed between the main rods forming what must have been a head rest. Around it were, of course, more of the rubber straps.

Before she started to fantasize about being strapped into it she focused on her part of this evening and went back to her bag. Opening the zipper the lovely odour of new, well cared for latex and leather hit her nostrils. Getting more aroused yet again she quickly took all the items out of it and placed them in the order she would put them on so not to miss anything. She quickly stripped and placed her folded street clothes on one of the steps of the stairwell. This was it. She was standing butt naked in a house she never had been to, owned by a couple she just met and would soon be made into an installation for their and their guest's entertainment. A feeling of fulfilment, expectation and happiness filled her.

Stepping up to the sofa she took out a large towel and a small bottle of silicone dress aid. Placing the towel on the floor and stepping on to it she richly applied the silicone to her whole body. Her totally shaved body, except for her head that is, was glistening in the lights. She took her black latex catsuit and started to put it on. It was custom-fitted to her and featured a 3-way zipper in the back through her crotch, with cups for her breasts that also had zips for easy access. She loved the hugging feeling of the suit as it engulfed her. A string through the zipper made it easy to close it even though it was placed in the back. Once zipped up she removed the string and continued to dress.

Next item was a pair of red thigh-high stockings with black trim. Her heavy red, rubber corset was next. It had been made extra thick as per her wishes and felt more like a strict leather corset instead of the often more forgiving rubber counterparts. She donned it with experienced hands and tightened it as best as she could in the back. To be tightened to her preference someone would have to do it for her but she had told the Stills she needed help with it. The four suspenders hanging down in front and the sides of the corset were fastened to the stockings to make sure they would not roll down.

A pair of red knee-high, patent leather, ballet boots was put on next. Made by an Italian shoemaker they, as well as the rest of her outfit, was custom-made to her measurements and fitted her perfectly. She cursed herself for forgetting to put them on prior to the corset since bending over with it on was near impossible. Since she had not managed to tighten the corset fully she had just about enough flexibility to bend over and tighten the laces. She sat on the armrest of one of the sofas as she always tightened the laces, always doing so in several sequences until the fronts met and made a perfect seal. She loved the feeling of her feet crushed inside them and forced into the extreme downwards angle.

Standing up, she pitter-pattered to a halt once she found her balance. The lacing had made her hot and she was staring to sweat. She would have loved to have a mirror to look in as she loved to see her transformation but there was none to be found in the room. Having caught her breath she picked up the next item, a black latex hood, with openings for mouth, nostrils and eyes. Zipping it up in the back she tucked it in tight under the collar of the catsuit. All that was left were her opera gloves in red latex with black trim, matching her stockings. Once on she paused for a minute and then called up the stairs: " I am ready."

As if they had been waiting with their hands on the handle a door opened at the top of the stairs and the Stills both came down the stairs.

"You look absolutely perfect and exactly as in the photo you sent that we agreed upon", Kate said and moved over to Linda. She circled around her touching the garments and with a very accepting look.

"This is some very, very good craftsmanship," she said and took Linda's hand leading her towards the bar and placed her on one of the high chairs.

"Now for your make up," Kate said.

As she opened a makeup case and started to make up the parts of Linda's face not covered by latex, having watched the two of them, George moved behind the bar and turned on some smooth lounge music. He then moved over to the sofa and took a seat where he could watch his wife in action.

Linda felt like one of those make-up dolls you get as a child well a very kinky version of them anyway. Kate was very good at what she was doing and once done picked up a mirror out of the case holding it so that Linda could see the results of her work.

It must have shown that she loved it since Kate suddenly said: "Oh you like it? I am so glad you do!"

"I love it", was Linda's reply.

The makeup was a mix of red and black matching the colours of her latex perfectly. Kate had managed to give Linda a 'fuck me now' look without making it look trashy or slutty.

Kate spoke again: "Now, from this point on you are ours. You will not speak unless permitted to, follow our instructions and let us do to you as we see fit as per the terms in our contract."

Linda almost spoke to say yes but stopped just in time to remain silent.

"Now move over to the bondage frame and George will add some final parts to your outfit."

Linda stood up and walked with relative ease over to the frame where George now was standing with a plastic box at his feet filled with what looked like bondage gear.

"Turn around please", he said and Linda complied turning her back to him. "I will place a modified gas mask over your face. Now do not be alarmed, you will be able to breathe in it just fine".

George took something out of the box and sure enough a gas mask was put to her face and the straps pulled over and tightened around her head. What he had not mentioned was that the full face visor was solid, making everything completely black. Linda was trying not to panic but it felt a bit scary not seeing anything. Suddenly she felt her hands being pulled forwards and placed on a pair of shoulders in front of her.

She heard Kate say: "Just relax. George will now tighten your corset as we talked about."

Linda felt her waist being reduced and her upper body and hips being crushed to the tightness she so much loved. George must have done tight lacing before as he quickly, and without what felt like much effort on his part, had her corset closed in fully. She was getting very aroused and could feel her pussy twitch as she revelled in the sensation her now very narrow waist gave her.

Her arms were put behind her back and what must have been a thick rubber single glove was put around her arms. After a lot of tugging and pulling she could feel two straps being placed over her shoulders, crossing over her breasts in front and buckled tightly again at the back upper part of the glove. Next a heavy duty zipper started to close the glove around her arms. First her hands and then her elbows. It was at this point that a knot in Linda's stomach made her aware that she was yet again getting scared, really scared. Kate and George were now both pulling on the glove at the same side as they forced her elbows closer and closer behind her back. Linda started to try and move away from them but the restrictiveness of her outfit and her ballet-booted feet made it easy for the Stills to keep her at bay.

"Stop moving bitch!" Kate shouted.

As Linda could feel her elbows actually touch she screamed and started crying. At the same time the zipper made it past her elbows and raced upwards to its stop at the end of the glove. She was placed with her back towards the frame and no matter how hard she tried to get lose the Stills had her in an iron grip. With one of them keeping her in place Linda could feel being strapped tight to the frame from her waist and upwards. She was trapped, and would not be able to get loose unless someone let her loose. She could feel her head being pushed backwards towards the headrest and several straps tightened around her head and gas mask until she could not move it at all.

Then there was nothing. The hands let go of her and she was left in her darkness to adjust to her predicament. She had stopped crying and somewhat calmed down when all of a sudden if felt like someone was putting a flashlight to her eyes. Instinctively she tried to back up only to be reminded she was going nowhere. Her arms screamed in pain as she put more pressure on them as she tried to move and she shut her eyes screaming, starting to cry again.

"Stop it with the childish behaviour slut", she heard George say, "and open your fucking eyes if you have not!"

Linda was too scared to disobey and slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the light. What she saw was a mind fuck on a level she had never experienced. She was looking at herself. Seeing herself from a third person view, from the left and slightly above, she watched herself bound to the frame. On the faceplate of the gas mask a cord was visible running over her shoulder and down the frame out of view. The mask must have had some sort of video goggles inside of it showing a live feed from a camera. She could see Kate removing the arm bars of the frame and in front of her stood George. He raised his hand and quickly let it come down towards her face. Linda tried to move yet again and made ready for the impact only to see George stop just a few centimetres from her face.

"Good, you did as i ordered. Maybe we will go easy on you from now on," he said.

Looking at Kate they both started laughing at the thought.

"Now listen up bitch", he continued. "As you see, you will be able to enjoy the show just as we will. Let's call it a bonus shall we? I will now continue to set you up for tonight's game. I hope you were honest when you accepted the position because we will fulfil it to the fullest from our side. The more you try and make what i am about to do you harder, the more effort I will put into it and trust me, you do not want that."

With that George stood up and walked out of the picture. Linda could see Kate coming up behind her and put her arms around her body starting to massage her now protruding, latex encased breasts.

"Oh how I love to have a little bitch bound in my house, to use as I please with no way to escape. I would love to know what is going through your mind right now but ignorance makes it so much better", Kate said.

She moved down her corseted waist, between her legs and started to open the 3-way zipper between Linda's legs. Moving in, she slid one finger into Linda's now wet pussy, making her moan in pleasure.

"You kinky little slut, you do love this don't you? Being a latex slut in strict bondage at the whims of others".

There was no denying it, her body did not lie. Although Linda was scared and in horrible pain she was horny as hell. The finger now exploring her soaking pussy made the unthinkable into fact. She did, partly at least, love what this woman was doing to her!

"Honey, don't spoil the goods!" George had come back in view with a new box of things.

Kate withdrew her finger, leaving Linda panting and longing for more stimuli. What followed next was a series of extreme additions to Linda's situation. First Kate put a urinary catheter in her. Having never had one in, Linda tried to squirm as best she could but Kate finally had it where she wanted it. It left a burning sensation in Linda's urinary tract and it felt very strange, yet very arousing. Next George put a steel dildo and butt plug into her lower parts. Generously lubed, they still took some work to get in. Linda had never been so filled in all of her life. They had cords coming out of them and were tightly and firmly held in place by a steel rod attached to the frame between her legs.

Linda was getting more and more accustomed to her situation and she had started enjoying herself again. As she flexed her vaginal and rectal muscles around the large intruders she thought back on Kate's finger in her pussy. Her daydreaming was cut short when she felt and saw George attach a large tube to the air inlet of the gas mask. A pretty stale smell was noticeable one that she could not place. It was not horrible but not too pleasant neither.

Before she could ponder too much upon it her legs were put together and strapped down. Next George unzipped both of her breast cups and attached two evil clamps to her now engorged nipples. Linda let out a small cry of pain but George seemed unaffected by it as he just zipped the cups up again. The added pressure as the zippers closed made Linda's body tighten, this time out of both pain and pleasure. As George moved again Linda could see that now there were also wires coming out of her breast cups, disappearing behind her along the frame. She was now truly a living installation.

The Stills stood and watched their new addition to their downstairs lounge and it was Kate who broke the silence after what felt like minutes.

"If you tuck her in tightly i will get the padlocks."

Linda could only watch as George started at her feet, tightening every strap to what felt as the breaking point for both strap and buckle, all the way to the straps around her face. The straps now dug deep into her latexed body. A soft moan left Linda's lips as she adjusted to the new strictness of her bondage. He also pulled on the straps to her gas mask making it fit even tighter to her face. Kate came back into view and handed George a handful of chromed padlocks. Taking one side each they attached one padlock to each of the buckles. With every click Linda fell deeper into her submissive state, her pussy and ass twitching in unison with the monotone rhythm. She was in bound, latex, submissive heaven.

Once done, George went out of view and up the stairs, leaving Kate downstairs. She went over to the table and picked up what looked like a TV remote. She moved up close to Linda and let her left index finger run along her bound form. She spoke: "Now we will leave you here in wait for our guests to arrive, but don't worry. I can imagine that just standing there would be a bit boring, not that i should know or anything. See you soon".