Story title: Your Accountant Knows Best part 1.

  The crucial financial discussion started off in a discreet back room office. A place that was for work not for show. There were lots of papers desks filled with stacks of old files. Mountains of real old fashion archive boxes that had been pulled out of some distant forgotten graveyard of paperwork. All of it looked terrible as if the place had been ransacked or an archaeologist had just dug up a lost library. It was perhaps a bit of the two together, it conveyed the idea that a desperate search had just taken place. There were boxes ripped open packaging tape torn asunder, files had been flipped through and not even closed before they were discarded. A moment later the room was invaded by the Boss.

  There were a number of subtle clues to tell you that she was the Boss. She had a name tag with Boss in big capital letters pinned to her jacket. She had bleached blond hair pulled back in a pony tail with a designer clip holding her hair in place. She was a striking woman with high cheek bones, her nose was straight her skin was a little too tight. She had a bit of work done that gave her a slightly artificial quality. She was a big tall amazon girl, she was rightfully proud of her body. She worked out and didn't skip leg day or arm day. She had some mostly natural assets that really made her stand out. She was really good looking in a tight fitting business suit. She was the entire package with a tight waist belt. She wore high heels, black three inch really fine stiletto heels with tight straps around her ankles. She projected a presence into the room with each click of her heels and wiggle of her hips.

  Her waist was emphasised with a big broad belt with a buckle that was a considerable bit of bling. The logo of a really expensive fashion house showing her money, a symbol of her wealth the genuine item. It matched the buckles on her stilettos that were like daggers. She wore a really tight skirt to emphasise her figure. It came with side slits that went from knee to mid-thigh, that gave her some movement and her body one hell of a wiggle when she moved at speed. She had silk tights black and shiny that really emphasised her powerful legs. She wore a tight suit jacket that had the buttons of the jacket sporting the same logo. Her shirt was crisp white, there were a few buttons undone showing off her assets.

  She looked annoyed as if she had been sucking on lemons all afternoon. She could be a bit of a bitch. Actually, she could be a total bitch most of the time, but she was sensible enough to respect her senior staff. Especially those that could one day be called to testify against her in a court of law. She really kept her lawyers and accountants on side, treating them as people not minions. She might have had a little insecurity as she still liked to show she was the Boss. Carrying a big gold coloured mug that had Boss number 1 in big bold black letters. In it was an expensive black coffee the packet had gourmet and blue mountain on it. There was no sugar inside the mug, she was strict in her intake in some ways. She ran on black coffee the same way a truck might run on diesel. She currently had enough caffeine in her system to almost make her levitate.

  She called herself a business woman for interviews and press presentations. She liked to play up the role as if she built the company from scratch. Really her achievements were a little more modest. She succeeded in following sensible advice from reasonably competent advisors and making a company that was worth a lot of money stay worth a lot of money. When she became the primary share holder its value didn't tumble, it kept on growing in consistent but unremarkable ways. She had inherited a 100 million company from her aunt, who didn't have any kids of her own. She was a miser who spent all her time working, she died surrounded by cats and the one niece who could stand her. The Boss was the only person who made it into her aunts will, who didn't have four paws and a fluffy tail.

  The Boss was followed into the office a moment later. Behind her was what appeared to be her antithesis, a short petite little blond in dull flat shoes. A woman who’s appearance was rather unremarkable, she had a cropped bob cut. Her hair was very plain she had big round glasses that were definitely not designer. Her physique was that of someone who spent most of their time hunched over a desk. Bad posture a bit flat chested and not athletic at all. The little blond was deceptively powerful, the head of the accounts department the accounts director. She didn't often speak but when she did the Boss listened. She pointed to all the files and boxes as if it’s obvious what they contain from the labels and the tax codes stencilled on the side.

  The Boss paused for a moment trying to remember there meaning, but in the end she looked back to her ally to explain. Her accountant gave her a withering look, she resisted slapping her Boss on the side of the head with a rolled up copy of the tax statutes. The little blond cleared her throat telling her
    “You do know that the government is doing an audit. That they will find the tax fraud that your aunt used to build her business”. The tall woman was a little dismissive giving a shrug, she didn't do it. Her voice was brash, 
    “So, what, we might get a little bit of a slap on the wrist a fine probation and a few audits at most”. She guessed that was the wrong approach looking at the way her colleague reacted. She didn't take it as seriously as the mousy accountant standing next to her. But she was starting to consider changing her mind.

  The accountant failed to resist the urge and jabbed her in the chest with a rolled up document, causing her Boss to look shocked. Her accountant told her plainly,
    “Look you are just as liable as your aunt was. I am just as guilty as my predecessor. We both perpetuated it, hid it more times than your aunt did. Once you took over the business three years ago we should have done due diligence and cleaned it up. Now the government are really cracking down”. The accountant twitched nervously like she really wanted a stiff drink. Emotion crept into her voice,
    “Really the pair of us could end up sharing a tiny little prison cell together wearing cute little manacles fetters and muzzles for the next 20 to 30 years”. The Boss looked confident,
    “Politicians are corrupt, a bribe … I mean campaign donation can grease the wheels to freedom”. Her accountant cut her off,
    “Unless you bribed the right politicians before they got into office you don't get away with this sort of thing. Unfortunately for us our rivals bribed the right politicians and now the auditors what someone to make an example of and that will be us if we are not very careful”.

  The Accountant seemed to dive into a pile of paperwork at random, she pulled up an old text book and handed it to her Boss. Her Boss stared at it not quite getting it. The accountant wordlessly cracked it open and handed it back, pointing at one paragraph intently. The Boss read it then read it again and looked a little confused. She obviously needed it explained to her. The accountant cracked a smile,
    “There is one very odd and obscure loop hole that they never got rid of from the legal statutes”. Her Boss still looked quizzical,
    “There is a law that if the owner of a company is institutionalised due to stress, the investigation has to take a step back. They have to start jumping through hoops to get anywhere. The investigation can be slowed down giving us enough time to get our money out of the company. Then get out of the country while the auditors have to bend over backwards to ensure that they are not putting anyone under undue pressure”.

  The Boss drained her coffee mug and examined the bottom for a minute before speaking,
    “So basically, I am using insanity as a defence rather than ignorance”? Her Accountant looked scornful.
    “Ignorance of the law is no defence! No, you are using it as a delaying tactic. While we sell our shares and assets hollow out the company slowly and carefully. Then we find a way to a place with no extradition agreements. The court will find us guilty, but it doesn't really matter if there are no assets to seize and no one to prosecute because we skipped the country”.
    The Boss looked hurt,
    “So, what about the company”? the Boss did at least show a little concern,
    “You have to think of the company as a liability rather than an asset. As if your throne is a ticking time bomb. It’s a house of lies and fraud, we need to sell it off while people still think it has value. After we leave the government has to get an auditor to sort it out. It will be there problem and we save our necks”. The accountant had to impress upon her Boss that there was no other option, nothing that was not worse than her plan.

  Her Boss took a moment to think about it. She gulped most of her coffee and looked resigned to her fate. It was something to realise that your entire business model relied on a grey area with the tax code, not that she was totally ignorant. It was something that had actually been closed several years ago. She remembered that her entire future was based on the gap between regulation being brought in and the regulation actually being enforced effectively. The Boss considered the prospect of not going to jail.
    “So, I have to pretend to go loopy”? She really didn't want to pretend to be loopy as a distraction. While her accountant hollowed out her company under the table so that they could slip away. Her accounts director put a hand on her shoulder calling on years of history between them.
    “Trust me, then we get out together”, they thought about it in silence then agreed to it. They spent some time working out the finer details over several coffees. Both of them were starting to crave something with a bit of sugar in it before they committed to the plan.

  One box of doughnuts later, the Boss woman steeled herself. She had to pretend to be stark raving mad. She could have taken some acting classes, carefully memorised the symptoms of a psychosis but that would take time. Instead they had decided that it would be the easiest way to perpetrate the ruse if they just tied her up and gagged her strictly. Taken to the point where it would be almost impossible to read her. After all she couldn't give a bad performance, if she couldn't give any meaningful performance whatsoever. She wasn't exactly a great fan of this plan, but a temporary stint in a hospital was going to be a lot better than 20 or 30 years in jail. She sighed and nodded in agreement to the final arrangements, she looked a bit bitter.
    “I suppose I can’t be caught out trussed up that tight, how long is this going to be”? The accountant was a little vague,
    “A few days at the minimum a few weeks at most maybe more. I have some preparations ready just wait hear”.

  The Boss was a little alarmed at how quickly the accountant returned, literally one minutes later. She had to have planned this in excruciating detail on the assumption that her Boss would agree to this risky plan. The accountant returned elbowing the door shut, she had a heavy archive box with her. She slammed it down on the table and pulled off the lid. She handed her Boss a thick weighty official looking document. The Boss looked nervous,
    “Do I get any extra time if they catch us pretending to be mad?” The accountant shrugged and shook her head,
    “Sign hear now strip,” the accountant pulled out a thick white canvas jacket. The Boss had a coat hanger, she took off her jacket hanging it up. Her belt resisted but was undone. She slid off her skirt undid her heels pulled off her stockings and unbuttoned her blouse. She stood there in her panties and bra. A moment later the accountant looked cross with her, the Boss reacted with a degree of consternation,
    “Oh, you can’t be serious”! The accountant pointed at her bra and panties,
    “Everything” she stated bluntly. Reluctantly she stripped off the last of her clothing and a little self-consciously placed it all on the pile. Now with no expensive clothing a few inches shorter stark naked she was getting a bit nervous.

  Her accountant was suddenly getting very commanding switching her roll,
    “Now hold out your hands”. Reluctantly the Boss held out her hands expecting a straight jacket to be pulled over them. Instead she got a less pleasant surprise. From the unassuming looking box, the accountant pulled out a large thick roll of material, the Boss felt herself taking a step back in response.    
    “I am going to wrap them really tight in this white tape”. The Boss started to wince as the tape was wrapped around and around her hand. It dawned on her that like this she couldn't check her phone or emails or anything else. She held up one hand looking at it as her accountant cracked on with the second limb. She was a little hesitant to ask as she tried and failed to flex her fingers.
    “What is this tape, it’s really tight”? The accountant told her after she finished packaging the second limb.

  “It’s an industrial sealing tape, it fuses with itself to create a water tight bond. It’s really hard to remove even with the right solvents, it will stop shrinking in about ten minutes. It’s designed for plumbing emergencies to do that, to give a water tight barrier against water pressure”. The Boss could feel the tape getting tighter with some alarm. The tape was fusing with itself with both her hands taped up like this there was very little that she could do about it. She felt a nervous chill shoot up her spine.
    “It’s only the first layer, don't look at me like that”. The little accountant held up a pair of thick black leather bondage mittens that would go from her elbow to fingertip. She seemed to really relish lacing them up. Going over them a second and third time running her hands over the tight leather. The Boss was starting to realise that her accountant must be a lesbian given the way her hands moved. The accounts director glued the laces shut then trimmed the excess cord off. She was meticulous in a way that was terrifying. She clamped a little metal clip shut over the end of the laces.
    “Ouch, do you have to lace them so tight”,
    “Yes, I do, now these mittens should make it impossible to do anything else”. Her Boss was now really feeling helpless, she was unsure how to even start to get the mittens off.

  The accountant wasn't done by half, pulling out a pair of matching shiny metallic ovals,
    “Now these cuffs are designed to lock around the mittens on your wrists. So, it’s really hard for you to get them off”. She looked away as there were two clicks and the weighty cuffs were closed in place. A slim key was inserted and turned one full turn counter clockwise, engaging and dead locking the mechanism. Her Boss could feel her nervous heart beating faster,
    “Err … what about my circulation”. She patted her in what was meant to be a reassuring way.    
    “They have a rubber pad on the inside, so they are suitable for extended long term wear”, her Boss looked even more terrified as she dived back into the box yet again for even more supplies.
    “Hold your hands out again I am not finished. This little peg is hammered into the key slot”. She got a lighter out waving it over the plastic melting it into the lock. Her Boss swallowed, she was truly trapped in this bondage and she had agreed to it. Her accountant calmly told her,
    “It’s practically infeasible to get them off, don't worry its now impossible for you to sign any other legal documents. No matter what plea deal they offer you, it’s going to be irrelevant. That is if they even start to suspect it”.

  The Boss felt a nervous bead of sweat roll down across her forehead. The accounts director pushed her Boss into a chair so she was sitting down. She rubbed her hands together in anticipation,
    “Now to stop any verbal communication”, She held up a massive white silicone ball gag, pushing it against her Bosses pursed lips. Nervously her Boss opened her mouth but her accountant paused.
    “Now, actually I don't think that the gag is actually going to be quite enough, now open up”. The woman was shocked and surprised by what would constitute the extra material to render her silent as her accountant improvised some extra packaging material.
    “My panties you have to be ... mmpph!” She didn't get her objection out before the undergarments were pushed in. The little accountant was now rather forceful and dominant, using her thumbs to shove them in all the way. She held a hand over the larger woman's chin holding her jaw. The Boss made a small nervous cry worried by what was happening. The Boss noticed how the other woman's posture had all of a sudden straightened out.

  The petite administrator looked excited, inspiration struck and she was suddenly rummaging in a gym bag that happened to be within easy reach.
    “I don't think that they are quite enough. lucky I have a pair of my yoga socks in the office as well”. She pulled them out of the bag with an evil grin on her face,
    “Now open wider”. The Boss dreaded the thought of sucking on her own panties, yet alone her accounts used gym socks. She tried to tentatively spit them out only to have the first sock shoved in. The accountant looked like she was rather enjoying doing this to her Boss. The Boss felt that her tongue was sealed to the floor of her mouth. She nervously eyed the second sock and the white ball-gag.

  Her Boss didn't look a happy woman as her mouth was packed with fabric. She grimaced wincing as the second festering sock was shoved into her jaw. Her accountant commanded forcefully
    “Open wider”. The recipient of the gag looked even more worried. She got a huge white ball gag that was a jaw cracker, well over two inches in diameter. As it went in her lips stretched. It forced its way into her open mouth making her jaw get wider and packing the noxious fabrics in unpleasantly tight. Her attendant loosely fastened the strap behind her head. She slowly fitted and pulled on the chin strap forcing her to bite down hard on the bundle. Then the accountant focused on the main strap pulling the gag in really tight.

  Her Boss was looking a bit out of sorts, trying to cope with the size of the gag and the other bits of foul stuffing that almost made her mute. In fact, she was feeling a little queasy at this point. She was trying to adjust to having her mouth stuffed like this. It made her worried how was she going to eat? Was the gag going to be removed? Was there some way for her to suck soup through it? Or were they going to feed some sort of tube into her body through her nose or some other way. She was finding the reality of her situation to be a little too much for her to handle, unfortunately there didn't appear to be any way to back out.

  She looked positively scared when her accountant held up something else. It looked like a rubber muzzle, it was thick with a lot of muffling rubber padding on the inside. She pulled it over her face
    “Now just let me get this muzzle gag in place, last layer I promise”. A wide strap went over the bridge of her nose, a thick strap went behind her head. She felt the muzzle clamped over the ball gag pushing it in deep and making the presence of the rest of the packaging even more acutely felt. She tried to complain but nothing came through. One final thick strap went around her throat giving the muzzle a firm grip like a collar. The strap that went behind her head was adjusted pulling it tight. It was cupping her chin in a really solid way, it felt as if the muzzle was designed to work with the extremely large gag. She was not enjoying this one bit and glowered at her accomplice,
    “Stop looking at me like that, it has to be tight. Let’s just see if you can make any noise”. She slapped her on her naked thigh, she made no apreciable noise. She pinched her bottom and she managed to make a bit of noise.

  She stroked her Boss's chin casually running her hands over the leather wrapped around her face. She moved around behind her
    “So, let me just get the ball in a little tighter and the muzzle as well”. Her Boss was in considerable distress as the gag was made even tighter, as if her jaw was locked in a vice. Her sinew and ligaments were being stretched well beyond her comfort and the fabric packaging seemed to be tickling her tonsils as the ball gag sank deeper.
    “Let’s try that again, still a bit too much noise”. She theatrically stepped back and looked around the back of the gag. Her Boss looked quite distressed as she reached forwards
    “Let me just tighten everything to the last notch”. It was quite bad to begin with, then it got even worse as everything was tightened to the limit.
    “There is no way anyone can understand anything you can say”. Her Boss looked on mortified as a number of little solid padlocks were added to the straps. Not that she could have any hope of undoing them with her hands trapped in the mittens anyway.
    “Now let me just lock these in place!” The Boss was getting worried that the rest of the box would be just as bad.

  The stiff cardboard box contained a number of other goodies that would complete her immobilization and transform her from a business woman into a mad woman. The next item on offer was a stiff leather posture collar that was wordlessly wrapped around her neck. Before she could really process what was going on it was pulled chokingly tight and the straps were locked in place. The newly dominant woman overseeing her encasement ran her hands over the collar then tapped the centre of the gag.  
    “This is just the start, now for the main event”. The accountant picked up the tight white canvas straight jacket and beckoned for her Boss to stand up. The Boss looked nervous as she held her hands out. The number of buckles and straps on the jacket seemed to be growing the closer she looked. The jacket was slipped over her arms, it was tight and rigid so it was pulled up in a merciless way. The accountant pulled on her left shoulder then her right. For a few minutes the jacket looked as if it would be too small and the Boss had a small little hope that she might have a temporary reprieve.
    “They didn't have one in your size, however I just need to perceiver and I am sure I can fit you in this little number”. However, that hope of amnesty was not the case. Persistence eventually managed to get the jacket in place stretched over her torso, then the little accountant moved behind her. The Boss could feel the thick itchy fabric over her sensitive skin, once it was pulled tight it would be so much worse she had to struggle to suppress the urge to panic.

  The accountant pulled something over, she had to stand on a small stool to get enough height to comfortably reach the back of the jacket to strap it up properly.
    “Now just relax, soon this jacket will be inescapably crushingly tight”. The Boss was now eyeing the door to the office. She wondered if she could get out of the jacket or out of the room. She was suddenly feeling quite claustrophobic. She was starting to feel that being stark naked would be better than to be dressed in the tight institutional straight jacket. She could feel the weight of the un-tightened unbuckled jacket she felt the nervousness grow. 

  She told herself that this was just a temporary situation she found herself in. This was mealy transitory, she felt the first strap at the top of the jacket pulled tight and her heart beat hammered more intently. The strap was pulled a bit tighter then the bottom strap at the waist was pulled tight so that the two sides of the garment lined up.
    “There, now I don't think there is any way for you to get out by yourself”. It was tight but there was still quite a gap between the two halves of the garment. The three straps between them were done up and the jacket felt a lot tighter. The Boss could feel it pressing on her tummy, her breasts. Where her limbs bent under her arms and at her elbows the creases pressed against her joints.

Story title: Your Accountant Knows Best part 2.

  Of course, the accountant was not going to leave the jacket in such a state. She was quite determined to make it as tight and secure as humanly possible.
    “You’re going to look gorgeous with this crushing your body”, They were going with the story that under the pressure of the investigation the company owner had gone mad. That her mind had fractured, that she had become a danger to herself and others. That the investigation had to be pared down to enable her to recover. At least that was what they would be trying to convince a Judge. And as part of that the restraints would be flawlessly tight. To ensure that she couldn't give anything more than a convincing performance. Every restraint would be tightened until she was reduced to set dressing. One pass of tightening the straps and the gap at the back was reduced, the jacket creaked under the pressure. A second tightening and the two sides of the jacket met.
    “Don't worry Boss lady, I am going to get it done up all the way”. The Boss felt a little tremor of fear as a third round of tightening got every strap on the garment as tight as it could possibly be. She was feeling the pressure of the canvas sheet against her hips ribs and diaphragm. Now it was disconcerting to say the least. She hoped that after her court appearance they could release the pressure a little bit.

  Her arms were still free. That was just going to be a very short term situation, as far as her accounts director was concerned that error would soon be corrected.
    “Ok you know the drill, relax your arms”. The Jacket came with both a wide front loop and tighter side loops. The Boss felt the urge to resist as her accountant guided her right arm through the front and side and loops. She pulled the strap through. Her left arm quickly followed suit, as the end of the sleeve went through the front then side loops. Her arms fed all the way through it was now time to surrender her last bit of real freedom. She closed her eyes as her accounts director looped the buckle in the strap then pulled it tight.
    “There you go nice and snug”. Her arms were quite useless now, held by the straps and the tight fitting jacket. The accountant worked on the little bit of slack. She pulled again and again making the jacket tighter notch by notch, until the straps were distorting the canvas. She hugged her Boss squeezing her elbows together and managed to pull it one notch to the end. Before doing the garment up sealing her Boss inside the jacket.
    “Don't worry, until the investigation is over that jacket is not coming off”. She took a step back and grinned, slowly walking around her bound superior enjoying the view.

  After she completed a full circuit around her Boss she stood behind her. She put her hand on her bottom in an overly familiar way. Squeezing tightly telling her,
    “I want you to struggle for me”. The Boss huffed into her gag, she tugged her arms left and right not making any progress. Not wasting much effort on the attempt. She was not enthusiastic about her chances verses the jacket. The accountant sounded disappointed in her, giving her bottom a pinch then hugging her waist.
    “Go on, put a bit of effort into it”. The Boss lady complied trying to move her arms pulling left right back and forwards the jacket creaked. She struggled with all she had trying to force some movement. Pretty soon she realised that she was sweating from the effort. She was panting against the gag. It was very hard to get enough air in with the ball gag muzzle and stuffing. She struggled trying to budge the jacket in any way as a small victory. Straining to make some movement in the jacket. Her arms might as well have been set in stone, after a couple of minutes she had completely worn herself out. All the while her accountant had been cupping and caressing her ass hugging her. She had no way to move, no way to get enough air in. She was totally defeated by the garment just as it was designed to do.

  The little lady walked around her Boss. Running her hands up and down the sleeves of the jacket. She reached forwards and cupped her breasts through the material. The woman inside the jacket looked a little bit distressed at this, she found herself blushing around her gag. The accountant grinned and tapped the front of the large gag with her finger tip. She went to the back of the jacket and checked the condition of all the buckles tugging them up and down, most of them had pretty much zero movement in them.
    “That's a good girl, you can’t do anything and I can’t make it any tighter. It’s just perfect as it is.” She watched nervously as her accountant walked over to the box of supplies and pulled out an adult diaper. Her accountant held it up and stretched the waist band. The Boss realised some of the implications of being forced to wear a jacket and gag like this for a long time period. She squeezed her knees together in an involuntary action. The accountant took a step forwards, holding the item up and the Boss took a hasty step back in fear.

  The accountant gestured towards the desk very slowly and reluctantly the Boss lady approached it. She could interpret what the hand gesture meant, but she didn't exactly want to comply. The accountant pointed to the table, she moved closer and placed a hand on her back.
    “Now be a good girl and bend over”, The Boss lady glowered moved a little closer then seemed to freeze unwilling to move forwards. The accountant picked up a wooden ruler,
    “Now do I have to get creative, or will you comply with our agreement”. The Boss lady looked down at the floor as her accountant delivered two sharp blows to her rump. Getting her to humiliatingly bend over the desk. She was embarrassed going completely red in humiliation around her tight gag as she saw the fluffy adult diaper twisting her head round. She begged into the gag, which was less than a whisper and completely unintelligible. She was bent over the desk ass up in the air. The ruler tapped the inside of her thighs and she spread her legs wide.

  No matter what she did at this point she was still getting the diaper. It was an unavoidable part of her new uniform. The accountant held the humiliating item by the floor and the Boss lady stepped into it one foot then the other. It was rapidly pulled up her legs pulled in place over her crotch and hips. It felt like she was being given a wedgie. The accountant pulled it up as high as possible. Then it was taped in place tight around her crotch. It was a precaution as if she was going to interfere with it, not that she could with her arms held like this.

  Then to add to the humiliation a pair of pink rubber panties were shown to her. Again, she reluctantly stepped into them. They were forcefully pulled up, a lot tighter than the first layer tightly clinging to the adult diaper. She was pulled up from the desk and the crotch strap was applied very tight. She gasped into her gag rising up on her toes. The accountant teased her loosening the strap then tightening it. She was soon starting to look very flushed very quickly. Finally, it was pulled to the last buckle giving her a painful wedgie. It was tight enough to make her whimper into her gag. She could hear a click as a padlock was added to the crotch strap. With the fabric bundle between her legs she was blushing bright red at this point.

  The accountant smiled as she reached into the box and removed two thickly padded cuffs. Again, the Boss lady took a step back. The accountant waved her finger indicating no and stepped forwards.
    “Now you need to behave, or I will have to punish you. Don't make me have to fight you on the last bit. You have been a good girl up to now”. The Boss lady looked at the floor embarrassed as the accountant bent down seized her right ankle and slipped the cuff around it. She spent a lot of time feeling up and down the woman's legs as she secured the ankle cuffs. The Boss didn't resist as the second cuff was put in place. Like the rest of the restraints they were put on her ankles very tight secured with little locks. They had a short little strap an inch or two clipped between them, limiting her stride to the most paltry of steps. The accountant rubbed her head against the bound woman's chest and reached around squeezing her rubber covered ass. The Boss lady tried to pull away but couldn't really fight against the tight restraints. She wiggled a little and huffed into her gag in indignation, she couldn't really do much packaged as she was.

  Then her accountant with a grin on her face revealed that there was something else left in the bottom of the box. She pulled it out shaking it in the air unfolding it. Holding it up for the CEO to see what came next. The Boss looked worried, it appeared to be a canvas hobble skirt, where had her accountant suddenly gotten all these restraints in exactly her size after all?
    “Now sit on the desk and lie back with your legs out, so I can package them properly”. The accountant tapped the ruler and the bound woman reluctantly complied. She had to lie back on the desk as the tight thick material was worked up her legs. 

  With a couple of heavy duty clips the top of the skirt linked to the hem of the jacket. Then the canvas could be laced tight at the rear. A couple of straps reinforced the garment on the thighs knees and ankles. Soon it was as tight as a drum and she could barely flex her legs, as she was helped to stand back up. She looked relieved that the box was empty. Then she looked at the woman who had just bound her up. She looked rather turned on, she bit the bottom of her lip and moved closer.
    “With you wrapped up so tight like that I might as well just give all the restraints one more through check it couldn't hurt”. Her Boss looked very nervous as the accounts director advanced on her.

  The next day the legal proceedings moved forwards smoothly. The Boss showed up in court strapped to a wheel chair ready for her hearing. Her accountant wheeled her in while her lawyer carried a file filled with expert testimony walking behind her. The wheel chair was purpose designed to be a strict restraint to prevent someone hurting themselves. The patient inside it could barely wiggle, a broad leather strap was pulled in at her waist. A twin pair of straps went above and below her breasts giving her a little breathing trouble. Holding her head a high collar pacified her. A broad strap went over her gag and a strap went over her forehead ensuring she had no movement. 

  Her legs were not spared. Straps went over her knees and ankles, there was even a clamp to hold her toes. She didn't have to fake her reaction to this predicament. The distress in her eyes or the twitching in her muscles against the restraints was convincing. Being restrained like this was no picnic, she had no way out and it was starting to get to her. Still she kept telling herself a few days or weeks like this in a hospital was a lot better than decades in a solitary cell in a prison.

  It was a relatively short time for the hearing, the arrangement with the court was hashed out quickly. The Judge presiding was quickly persuaded to grant the lawyers requests under the expert testimony of several eminent doctors. The Boss would get a nice break from it, while her accountant handled her affairs. The judge sent her to hospital and had to enact the special provisions that the accounts director wanted. That would really slow down the government investigation. The Boss now had to put all her trust in her accountant not to screw it up. Her future was entirely in her hands. She kept telling herself that they had a good working relationship, that nothing could go wrong. The accountant kissed her on top of the gag and rushed off. However, she was still locked in the wheelchair. The chair started to move, the nurse pushing it looked at her the way a cat looks at a canary in a cage.
    “Don't worry you will get the best possible care, the tightest strictest restraints 24 / 7 so you can’t possibly hurt yourself”.

  After a short trip in an ambulance the nurses took her to a padded room. The Boss … now patient looked over the featureless padding covering the room. It was maybe eight feet square almost a perfect cube, this was going to be her new world for at least a little while. She was full of trepidation as she was un-strapped from the wheelchair and emptied out onto the padded floor, it felt like hitting a mattress. They bend down and started to work on her restraints taking the gag out. Just when she thought that freedom might be around the corner. She started to work her jaw thinking that they might release her. The nurses giggled then proceeded to stuff her mouth with a sock. She looked horrified as more second hand socks were crammed in her mouth. They put the main gag back in with the muzzle. They released her arms, but only to pull her arms brutally behind her back. Making her restraints even worse, tightening the strap up so she couldn't wiggle. She had the feeling that it was still going to get a lot worse before they finally left her alone to stare at the padded walls.

  They worked together to swiftly remove the hobble skirt and crotch strap. She started to struggle against them as they moved her to a tiled room. They gave her a spanking for daring to resist, then a large volume enema to calm her down. That made her really squirm inflating her insides, they left her to wiggle like a fish on a hook for two agonizing hours before they emptied her out. She barely resisted as they added an unpleasantly large knobbly butt plug. It was a lot of effort to get it in using a lot of lubricant. On-top of that they added a tighter rubber diaper then cranked the crotch strap tight, driving it in deeper between her legs jamming the butt-plug in to the hilt. That was soon followed by the nurses repackaging her legs in the same hobble skirt. Making sure that there was not a hint of slack in any restraint. To test that they decided to start tickling her toes. It was a long session they watched her wiggle providing them with entertainment. As much as she squirmed and screamed into the massive gag she was not getting away.

  Being a patient was no picnic, it was boring in the extreme. All she could do was sit there propped up against the padded wall and occasionally pull against her restraints, muffling incoherently into her enormous punishing gag. When It got to night-time they had a rather unpleasant surprise for her. They showed her a bundle of white leather like a bag. She tried to work out what it was for, she noticed two grommets like nose holes. Then on realising where it was going to go and seeing the grin on the nurses faces she tried to pull away. They giggled then pulled the tight leather hood over her head. 

  She tried to pull away or beg into her gag. She was far too tightly bound to resist. It was soon in place so tight it felt like a second skin added so she can sleep. She felt incredibly claustrophobic under it. She noted the pressure on her jaw one of the nurses was kissing her over the hood. They strapped her down to a couple of loops on the padded floor so she couldn't roll around. She was becoming desperate by then. Eventually she stopped struggling and wiggling and dozed off to sleep, at least they took it off in the morning when they came to force feed her.

  After Two weeks of nothing but staring at padded walls with the daily interruption of a nice filling enema. The nurse occasionally coming in to check on her and make sure she was tightly bound the former Boss was getting really desperate. Then she finally got to see a doctor, she quickly realised that they were coming in to give her a message. Instead of giving her an interview or releasing her. She found out that her accountant had embezzled all her money and left the country. She would have pulled against her bonds in rage and frustration but they were already tight as anything. She could barely twitch and when she did struggle the nurses gave her a large freezing cold enema as punishment, she really didn't want that.

  The plan had been for them to leave together, she was expecting a message that she was being released any moment. They should be on the plane and out the country, but no it looked like she had been left behind. Soon after that message she had an interruption in her daily schedule and she thought that she might be released. The nurses removed her gag, she thought that she was being prepared for a one way trip to join her accounts director. Instead of that she got a change to her gag. Instead of socks they used multiple pairs of the nurses used panties to gag her with then a giant rubber ball on a harness gag to cram them all in. A muzzle over the ball-gag then they put the hood on her, from then on it only came off to feed her. They started to treat her far worse and they forced her into a really tight hog tie when she slept, leaving her guts churning full of soapy water. Sometimes they would forget to release it all day. As well as taking liberties with her body teasing her squeezing her making her beg into her suffocating gag.

  She was woken up early a day or so later, the nurses were suddenly around her like circling vultures. The hood was being pulled off and she was blinking at daylight for the first time in one or two days. The nurse in front of her, her primary tormentor … err career grinned.
    “You are being transferred tomorrow, you’re going to be transferred to a much stricter hospital where they don't have any sort of rehabilitation. They just make sure that there patients are tied down as securely as possible. Gagged with proper gags bound in really punishing restraints and you are going there for the foreseeable future. I hope you like retention enema's and clitoris clamps, I just thought that you should know that goodbye”. They put the hood back extra snug, she spent the entire day and night struggling against her tight hog-tie. Straining her legs and arms screaming into her gag unable to escape her bonds. She had no ability to exert control over her fate and she would have to accept that.

  The next morning, they mocked her again and then drugged her to make her pacified. Holding a cloth soaked in some solution over her face for ten minutes until she was as weak as a kitten. Then when they were sure that she could offer up as much resistance as a limp noodle they unbound her removing her restraints completely. It was the first time she was free in two or maybe three weeks. She had lost a handle on time. After a quick grope her new restraints were applied. She received an open breasted leather jacket that was really tight narrow and strict. It bound her arms up behind her back, wrists to shoulders really tight. 

  She quickly found that it was really uncomfortable strict and utterly merciless. There was no way she will ever escape from it, not that she had much chance against the last set of restraints. Her entire jacket was too tight, she couldn’t wiggle at all held in the fiendish creation. Her breasts really ballooned out of the tight holes that squeezed them at the base of each breast. When they were fitting it, they added jagged nipple clamps to really make her miserable. She couldn’t get them off she can’t shake them off. She couldn’t resist what they were doing to her at all. The back of the jacket and the nipple clamps got a large number of little padlocks added to them. To really make sure she couldn’t get them off, or have any chance to misbehave.

  She was the lucky recipient of an even larger gag, someone had donated some really thick woolly socks that were stuffed into her mouth. They must have balled up five or six socks tightly together to create it. Once they forced the bundle into her mouth it was held in by a tight leather hood that incorporating a removable blindfold. The hood was laced up at the back. Her neck was held rigidly, the was some padding on the posture collar. But it still felt like she was in an armlock. On top of the collar they gave her some ear plugs that rather disorientated her. The rest of her body was no better, she got some rubber panties with intrusive plugs. The rear one was particularly dominating and spiky, the crotch strap managed to make it worse.

  Her legs didn't fare any better, a mercilessly tight leather leg-binder, with heel less ballet boots under it. Her feet were in agony, like they had been pulled out on a rack. She really couldn't do anything like this. She naively thought that it was as bad as it would get. They went further and it got worse, switching on a low frequency vibrator over her clitoris to tease her like this. She desperately wanted out but couldn't get anywhere. No matter how much she struggled, she could feel herself getting aroused bound up like this. It was humiliating and she couldn't get away from the devilish stimulation at all.

  She was moved onto a stretcher or trolley, it was hard for her to tell. Then swiftly transferred into an ambulance. They took her over to an airport in twenty minutes, she was swiftly waved through customs taken onto a plane bound for the other side of the world. It was an exclusive private jet, there was a staff of air hostesses. They added a harness over her torso on top of the usual seat belts. The dedicated professionals tightened everything up until the patient was pretty much one with the padding. She had no clue where she was being taken, but she kept telling herself that it was her accountant rescuing her. Paying for her to be smuggled out of the country. It was all just a joke, the accountant would meet her at the airport she would be free soon. She earnestly told herself that all of this suffering would be worth it. She just had to put up with it for a little longer.

  Still her stewardess was not idle, she mercilessly played with her bound body the entire flight. The former CEO was struggling to get away but had absolutely no chance. Her nipples were pulled and licked and soon she couldn't tell if she hated it or loved it. She was edged tweaked and suffocated between her captors breasts. She was the plaything of a merciless sadist for the entire ten hour duration of the flight. After the first hour she was getting really desperate and surprisingly turned on. She wondered what her accountant would do with her if she didn't release her. Would she become her helpless bondage toy, she started to worry more intently the longer she was on the plane.

  When they finally did land she naively thought that there might be some reprieve from her bonds. Briefly the hostess stopped touching her, she thought that it might be finally over. After they touched down and the plane came to a halt it began again. Instead of an end to her bondage and freedom the attendants meticulously tightened all her bonds a bit more. She seemed rather enthusiastic as she added some chains and straps on top of the lot. The Boss lady well she couldn't walk, after they carried her off the plane they strapped her to an electric trolley hoist. It tilted from horizontal to vertical with the flip of a switch. The high tech haulage device had a guide handle at the back. She had now been tied up like this for 24 hours it was really getting to her. She felt the entire contraption she was strap to shift. With a press on the handle at the rear that guided the hand cart. She would give almost anything if they would stop edging her and let her get some sleep at this point.

  She was taken in a van to a register office, her blindfold was suddenly pulled off. This was a surprise for her. It took her a few moments to adapt to the light to look around. She realised that apparently she would be married to her accountant. She had no idea her former employee had those sorts of feelings for her. A bridal Vail was draped over her head. Her accountant was dressed in a white pants suit, she looked very commanding. 

  The Boss had no choice but to acquiesce, her accountant had her money and power of attorney granted by the court. It was an odd way for her to get her money back. Her accountant had technically stolen her fortune, now she was marrying into her own money. So, she had no real say in the matter, not that she would have necessarily said no given the circumstances. Her new wife just answered for her, kissing her on her gagged lips and slapping her on the ass. The blindfold was put back then she was taken to her new home. They were cuddling in the back of a limo, taken more accurately to her accountants new home.

  She was raised up on some sort of hoist to the second floor to the master bedroom. Her hood was pulled off. Surprisingly given everything up to this point she was offered the choice of being unbound or to be strapped down to the marital bed and have her brains fucked out. She stared at the large collection of restraints and punishment equipment on the walls. She could feel a growing spark of arousal between her legs. She looked over at the toys and back at her accountant. Surprisingly she choose the additional bondage, there was a grin on her partners lips. The former Boss was soon testing her gag as the two of them were pressed together a Hitachi wand between them. It was not quite the way that she envisaged it going, but she is not going to complain. Not that her new mistress and dedicated carer or should that be captor. Would let her get a word past the all-encompassing gags that she would be wearing for the foreseeable future.

The End