Last seat on the plane

Kate was a rising star in her industry. She had spent four years in college and graduated with perfect results. She had spent 5 years at the industry’s leading company and now she was on the point of hitting the big time. Becoming a vice president before she hit thirty, all she had to do was to complete one small detail of a make or break business deal. She had just a few days, but one flight and one meeting would clinch it. Kate was very frustrated at the air port, they had lost her reservation her seat had been sold. She was now cueing to get the last ticket, on the one plane that could get her there on time. Kate was dressed to impress she had an expensive business jacket tailored to emphasise her large bust and neat waist. A tight blouse that also emphasised her breasts, while her male colleges were staring at her tight top she would be earning there sales bonuses. Her bottom half was just as well proportioned a tight skirt black hose and killer 4 1/2 inch heels she was the perfect feminine package.

Kate got to the end of the line, finally she could get her ticket. The receptionist looked at her papers then she uttered one crushing sentence, “Well I am sorry but we don’t have any seats on the plain”. A desperate look crossed Kate’s face, she felt she was going to lose it any second but she calmed down. Kate continued trying to bargain with the booking office “I will pay anything ”. The woman behind the desk shook her head sadly “ all the seats are booked up”. The woman sympathised with Kate but couldn’t do anything. Kate made one final hart felt desperate plea “If I don’t get on that flight I will lose my job”. The woman behind the desk looked left and right then leaned over the desk she beckoned Kate to lean closer.

The woman looked nervous she whispered secretively “Well we have one seat, but you don’t want it”. A look of confusion crossed Kate’s face, “What do you mean I don’t want it?”. The woman looked nervous for a second Kate gestured with her hands for the receptionist to speed up. A sigh of resignation crossed the woman’s lips and she explained in a hushed tone. “Well the airline used to transport some patients for the psychiatric hospitals, that is get them to specialist clinics to give them treatment. Well one or two got lose in transport, our insurers got wind of it and so did the hospitals . So they had a special seat made, you don’t want to fly in that thing”. Kate looked confused “I am desperate I need to get on the plain even if it’s a bad seat I can take an uncomfortable journey“. the woman shock her head “You don’t understand our insurers and the hospitals made us sign a contract a legally binding agreement. Any one travelling on that seat is considered a risk, they have to sign a waver then you go through a procedure”. 

Kate didn’t like the sound of this, but believed that she didn’t have many options. She sort clarification on what she suspected “What do you mean by a procedure”? The woman looked nervous Then continued a little embarrass “Well the passenger is taken away, she is strip searched thoroughly for any contraband. Then they put her in a tight straight jacket, gag and hood her then a handler takes her away”. Kathy could read people the woman had not told the full story “Is that it then”? she said it as a question. The woman behind the desk continued in a nervous voice “No a supervisor double checks you, tightens your restraints, then locks your restraints. The supervisor adds a second tighter hood is , then a posture collar then a transport jacket and a canvas hobble skirt.” Kate was becoming very nervous she let her thoughts spill past her lips “that’s barbaric ” the woman behind the desk nodded, “but effective we haven’t hand another incident once we started using this procedure”.

Kate could feel that there was still a little more information to squeze out of the woman than she had. So she continued to press “You are not telling me quite everything”. The woman behind the desk took a deep breath and continued. “Well its an eight hour flight and they strap you down to your chair for the entire time.” Kate realised the implications, but she would suffer a lot of discomfort to get this deal closed, “What if I want to go to the toilet or get something to eat?”. The woman behind the desk shock her head. “They wont let you out of the chair, you would be wearing a special pair of tight rubber underwear with large plugs even if you need to go you wont be allowed to, you wont be able to.” Kate’s resolve began to crack “Its eight hours that’s unbearable”. Kate’s body shook she was about to lose it all. The woman behind the check in desk looked at her pausing for a few seconds, “Then you don’t want the seat?”

Kate surrendered to the inevitable ,“I have to get to that meeting or its five years work and 4 years at college down the drain”. The woman behind the desk nodded and pulled some forms out, she explained in detail the procedure. “We have had other people who were not psychiatric patients flying in the chair before. A few people to test it to see that it was safe and secure a few people for a dare or bet and one or two who just wanted to feel what it was like for some strange reason. We have a standard booking form transferring you to an asylum, the default is sunny views asylum with a wavier you sign committing your self and a waiver stating the air line is not responsible for any injury and cannot be sued. Then I staple a letter to the top of the paper work stating its just a test run and you are to be released at the other end.” The woman behind the check in desk held out a bundle of paperwork for Kate to sign. “Please sign this waver” Kate’s hand shook , she picked up the pen and signed her comfort away, the woman nodded “Ok now for the most important piece of paperwork”. The woman behind the desk pulled out a standard letter indicating it was a test run and not a psychiatric patient. She attempted to staple it to the pile of paperwork. She had run out of staples, she quickly found an old bent paper clip and used it to clip the letter to Kate’s documentation.

The woman spoke into a microphone “Security process this woman the number 5 special”. A female security officer in her early 40’s came over to the desk “A real one or another joy rider”. The woman behind the booking office handed the paperwork over to the security officer. “Another thrill seeker” she muttered under her breath.

The security officer led Kate away from the main part of the waiting area into a side room. “Now come into this office and take off all your clothes”. Kate was turning red from embarrassment she was now surrendering her dignity, control of every part of her body. Short term pain for a long term gain she rationalised her predicament. She strode forward trying to maintain a confident posture. Her words didn’t match her act “Its embarrassing”. The security officer reassured her “Just calm down Put your jacket your blouse in that bag also the skirt shoes and pantyhose also your bra and panties”. Reluctantly Kate started to striped down to her birthday suite, she took off and carefully folded up her expensive designer jacket. Then she carefully re-moved her silk blouse folded it neatly and put in on top of the jacket. Hesitantly Kate unzipped her tight skirt wiggled it off stepped out of it, folded it up and added it to the pile. Kate bent down un-strapped her heels stepped out of them and neatly placed them next to her skirt. Kate removed her pantyhose folded them up and put them on the desk. Kate reached behind her to undo her bra strap she hesitated for a second. The security officer taped the handle of her baton. Kate got the message, she was past the point where she had any say in proceedings. Reluctantly Kate removed her expensive silk bra and panties. All of Kate’s clothes were put in a bag the bag was sealed and labelled then put to one side. She stood there naked and vulnerable not entirely certain what to expect. 

The security officer moved behind her and pushed Kate towards the desk “Now spread your legs and bend over that desk.” Kate’s face turned red with embarrassment as she assumed the humiliating position , “This is really embarrassing” she pleaded through clenched teeth. The security officer continued “Now I am going to strap your arms in front of you and your feet to the sides of the desk”. Soon heavy leather manacles insured that Kate was pulled over the desk and stayed there, she had to stand on her tiptoes she felt degraded. Kate pleaded with the security officer “Is this necessary”. The security officer moved behind her, “Yes now spread your legs wider”, reluctantly Kate complied she stretched further. The security officer guided Kate’s legs further apart “Good a bit further now I am just going to secure your ankles”. Kate felt thick cuffs secured around her ankles her feet were pulled off of the floor. She was about as helpless and vulnerable as she could be. She had no where to run not a shred of modesty in this position.

Kate herd the snap of rubber as the officer put on rubber gloves. Kate made a quiet whimpering noise in the back of her throat. The security officer tried to reassure her “Now don’t mind the rubber gloves”. The security officer brought a metal instrument in front of Kate’s face. “Open your mouth wide like a good girl”. The officer spoke in a soft voice, Kate tried to voice a protest but as she opened her mouth to speak something was fitted into her mouth behind her teeth and cranked open forcing her jaw to its limit. Kate tried to speak, Is it really necessary she tried to say, it came out unintelligible. The security officer felt inside Kate’s mouth and gums then felt her breasts under her armpit’s the security officer went behind Kate. Kate herd a squelching sound as the security officer applied lubricant to her gloves. When the security officer’s hand touched Kate’s ass she clenched her buttocks tight , “don’t clench your ass”. The officer commanded then smacked Kate across the ass. Reluctantly Kate relaxed her muscles the security officer worked one finer into Kate’s tight ass then two then three fingers. Kate began to squirm around as the security officer probed her most intimate region. After ten minutes the officer finished “good girl”, the officer commented and washed her hands. The officer searched Kate’s pussy and felt down her legs then. The officer took off her rubber gloves “good ,I am happy you haven’t got anything on you, time for your tight little jacket you naughty girl”.

Kate tried to protest she tried to say, Do you have to, but it cam out unintelligible. The security officer under stood her meaning though “Its more than my jobs worth, I will just un-strap your arms but your feet remain bound”. When her hands were free they flew to Kate’s mouth to get the horrible jaw spreader out. The security officer slapped her hands away for the moment the jaw spreader was staying. The security officer moved in front of Kate she held out a canvas jacket with a lot of straps and buckles. Kate was certain the garment was to small. The officer smiled “I don’t have one in your size so I will have to force you into this modified Posey extra small , a tight little straight jacket for a naughty little girl”. Terror welled up in the back of Kate’s throat as the officer continued to show off her impending canvas prison. “Note eight straps at the rear to really get it nice and tight, a high collar and extra straps at wrist and elbow. when we put a naughty girl in one of these she cant get out.”

The security officer walked towards Kate, she gestured “Now just put your arms out”. Kate reluctantly held her arms out the officer pulled the jacket over Kate’s torso, shaking the jacket a few times to move it up her arms. Kate was surprised by the weight of the thick jacket. The officer held the jacket with one hand while moving behind Kate. The officer pulled Kate’s hair out of the way of the jacket collar. The officer pulled the jacket more snugly over her arms and shoulders from behind Kate then set about untangling the straps. The officer pulled the jacket at the shoulders to ensure that Kate’s arms were tight in the sleeves. Then the officer partially did up the uppermost roller buckle strap on the Posey jacket. The officer pulled the strap on the jacket a few times getting the slack out of the jacket. Kate was bodily pulled with each tug on the jacket she felt the force used and the jacket got tighter over her chest. The officer pulled the uppermost strap tight then folded the strap back through the buckle, she moved on to repeat the process with the next strap. Kate was surprised after her first breath, with just one strap done up how restrictive the jacket was. When half the straps down the jacket were done up the officer went to the collar of the jacket she moved Kate’s hair out of the way and carefully lined up and tightened the collar strap, snugly buckling it around Kate’s neck.

Kate mumbled again trying to say Dose it have to be so tight. The officer knew what the question was everyone asked the same question at this point “Yes it dose have to be this tight”. The officer bent down on one knee and tugged the bottom of the jacket tight seeing how much give there still was in the garment. The officer took her time with the straps round Kate’s waist slowly pulling each one as she got less and les movement out of the straps the officer resorted to stronger pulls. Kate found the force pulling her round. If her feet were not strapped down she would have been spun round. The canvas bulged round the straps at Kate’s waist, they were really tight. The officer was careful to move the buckle for the crotch strap out of the way then she tightly strapped the last buckle with the bottom strap framing Kate’s naked ass. The security officer checked the jacket there was hardly any give. Kate looked at herself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. The jacket highlighted her breasts they were defined and tightly imprisoned, it acted like a corset defining her waist and framing her pubic region. The security officer pulled straps tight on the jacket round Kate’s wrists and above her elbows. Kate would not be getting out of the jacket under her own power that was for sure. 

The security officer rested for a second getting her breath back from the physical exertion. Then she was ready to go again. The security officer directed Kate, “Your arms cross in front of you” Kate reluctantly held her arms out while the officer guided the tip of her left arm through the central strap under her breasts and to the side loop at waist level. The security officer pulled the long strap all the way through the side loop then wiggled it to make sure it wasn’t caught on anything. The officer gave it a long hard pull to get Kate’s arm into the right position through the central loop of the straight jacket. The officer firmly grabbed Kate’s right arm and guided it through the central loop to the opposite side loop on Kate’s waist. The officer pulled the buckle through the side loop and made sure Kate’s arms were in a good position with nothing pinching. 

The officer mover Kate around a little, she guided the strap from the left arm into the buckle from the right arm. The officer moved Kate’s hair out of the way so it wouldn’t catch. The officer pulled some of the slack out from the strap about four inches then checked kite’s elbow leaning round to check her crossed arms. The officer leaned round Kate giving her a tight hug. The officer’s right hand moved over Kate’s left elbow while the officers left hand still had a good grip on the strap. The officer braced herself against Kate, her right shoulder tight up against Kate’s. The officer moved without warning, With a sharp tug and a pull Kate found her arms were now far more tightly restrained she now had almost no slack. There was a zipping sound as the strap was more securely tightened. The officer reassured Kate “now breath in good girl” The officer repeated the hug and pull getting the jacket even tighter. There was no way the jacket was coming off. “now its nice and tight, your staying put” the officer commented. Kate tried to struggle experimentally she pulled her left arm then her right the jacket got tighter then she stopped trying. 

The security officer when to a cabinet got something out of it and returned to Kate. The officer turned Kate around grabbing her right elbow and pulling. “Now open your mouth for this plug gag” Kate tried to pull away. The officer hugged her, with one hand she pushed Kate’s hair out of the way with the other she released the mouth spreader. The mouth spreader clattered to the floor. The officer hugged Kate even tighter giving her no room to move. while pushing the tip of the plug against her lips. “ good girl in it goes wider” slowly the officer forced the gag into her mouth when the gag was in all the way the officer pushed Kate’s hair out of the way lined up the strap and buckle it. It took about ten seconds to buckle the gag against Kate’s struggling . Then the officer with a triumphant smile tightly pulled the strap home. Kate wasn’t going to be making any intelligent conversation any time soon the huge gag plug muffled all protest.

The security officer became more gentle with Kate putting her hair into a bun so that it didn’t get in the way. The reason for the new hair style quickly became apparent, the officer pulled a grey rubber hood out of a draw. The hood had no holes apart from holes for Kate’s nostrils. “Now a nice tight rubber hood to keep you a docile little girl”. The officer smiled and advanced on Kate, it was the last thing she would see for some time. Kate’s world turned to gray rubber as it was stretched over her face all she could smell was the thick clinging smell of rubber then she could only see darkness. Slowly the officer forced the tight hood down over Kate’s face. The officer carefully lined up the breathing holes and took a minute getting the wrinkles out of the rubber. The security officer smiled she hit a button on the intercom, she was ready for the hand over. Without a word the security officer left and the security supervisor entered. The security supervisor was younger short but hot, she still had a chip on her shoulder.

The security supervisor looked at Kate coldly “You obviously need to be properly restrained that amateur didn’t do a proper job. Kate was now very afraid. The security supervisor meticulously tightened every strap along the back of the jacket using every ounce of her weight to pull the straps tight. The jacket now became uncomfortable, the supervisor gave the back straps two more passes soon Kate felt like her torso was trapped in a vice. The supervisor ignored Kate’s helpless whimpering. The supervisor applied the same cold focus to the arm strap until Kate felt her shoulders were going to dislocate. The supervisor lifted the back of the rubber hood and worked on the back strap to the gag. The gag became far more uncomfortable , Kate’s muffled whimpers turned into nothing, as the slightest ability to protest was removed. The supervisor applied a lock to the gag strap then moved the hood back down to cover the buckle. The supervisor meticulously applied little clamps to each roller buckle and a lock to the clamp securing all the straps in there tightest position. 

The supervisor was happy, it was her favourite job wrapping up some mad girl so she could be transported like long haul cargo. The supervisor found what she was looking for in a cupboard. A nice thick brown leather hood reinforced with plenty of straps and buckles. The supervisor began to whistle to herself while she pulled the tight leather over Kate’s head. The supervisor lined up the nostrils with the holes so Kate could breathe. She smoothed the leather over the rubber then set about viciously lacing the hood as tight as humanly possible. The supervisor finished with a fiendishly complex knot that would not give an inch. Then the supervisor pulled a flap over the laces zipped it shut and pulled two heavy straps which she padlocked shut over the whole thing. Kate felt the relentless pressure all over her face. She could only smell leather and rubber she could only taste the horrible plug she couldn’t touch anything but restraints, she could only hear the barest echo of any sound around her. Kate figured it must be like drowning. that was the closes thing she could think of., closed in on all sides distant helpless alone.

The supervisor smiled nothing like a nice tight hood to remove any fight left in a special passenger. 
The supervisor pulled a pair of tight thick rubber shorts out from a storage locker they were several sizes smaller than the passenger in front of her which would be good for there over all effectiveness. When the passenger was wearing them they would come to about halfway down her thighs. The supervisor selected two large plugs one for Kate’s pussy and a giant monster that would soon be sitting in her defenceless rear. The supervisor careful lubricated the rear plug then screwed both plugs into fittings on the rubber garment. The supervisor un-strapped Kate’s ankles, finally Kate could stand in some comfort without her legs spread vulnerably. Kate found her legs unresponsive as the supervisor pulled the rubber shorts over her left foot then her right foot. Kate could feel the tight garment clinging to her legs. 

Kate realised there were plugs there and tried to struggle but it was to late, at this point her struggles only helped the supervisor pull the shorts up her legs. The supervisor pulled the shorts higher she pushed Kate over the table and used her body weight and leverage to push the plug home. The security officer had been relatively gentle with Kate’s ass the supervisor was not. The monstrous plug pushed against Kate’s bowels causing her to squirm. When the shorts were pulled up tight the supervisor pushed Kate round then the supervisor bent down reached between Kate’s legs and grasped the crotch strap, with a tight pull the supervisor threaded the strap. The crotch strap went lose for a second then the supervisor jerked it down with all the force she could muster. The plugs became far more snug. The supervisor gave it a few more tugs then forced Kate to bend over the supervisor gave the strap one more tug then secured it. Kate rose back to a comfortable standing position only then did she appreciate how punishing tight the crotch strap was.

The supervisor smiled the special passenger was so tightly wrapped she posed no threat to any one yet the regulations said she needed to be even more tightly restrained. The supervisor loved the regulations. The supervisor unfolded a modified transport jacket it was meant to help move a patient / passenger to help handle them while boarding with the side loops. But in effect it was just another layer of sadism. The supervisor draped the jacket over Kate’s helpless form she secured the top strap then slowly and meticulously tightened the rest. The supervisor enjoyed applying the double crotch strap then tightening the heavy canvas envelope over Kate’s already bound arms. Kate was beginning to get very hot it was like she was wrapped In a sweater in the middle of summer, on the flight it would be even worse. 

The supervisor licked her lips as she removed the rigid leather Posture collar from one of the cupboards. It would stop the passenger from having any head movement, Kate’s ability to express any understandable gesture was about to be removed. Kate didn’t know what was happening as the supervisor applied the posture collar. One moment she was being left alone the next she felt something press against her throat then she felt something being secured behind her neck and her head was pulled back by the merciless collar. The supervisor made sure that the posture collar was as tight as she could make it then she locked it shut. It only took Kate a few seconds to realise she now had not one millimetre of movement in her neck, the flight would be even more uncomfortable.

The supervisor slipped Kate’s feet into canvas slippers. then she retrieved the last item from the cupboard.  The supervisor admired The canvas hobble skirt it was reinforced along every seam not only did it have straps at the back but it had laces along the sides. It could be tightened so that a woman in its embrace had no chance of even twitching, of course that was what she intended to do. Kate was pushed to the floor and made to lie on her stomach. The tight cone of canvas was worked over her feet over her ankles calf’s and knee’s. The supervisor took a break to regain her breath. The supervisor then forced the tight cone of canvas higher over Kate’s thighs and finally with a great deal of effort over her round ass. The supervisor tightly clinched a large belt over Kate’s waist then did up be straps on the rear of the hobble skirt making it far tighter. Kate was rolled onto one side the laces were done half way up, then Kate was rolled onto her other side. The supervisor inspected the garment then continued tightening the laces all the was up on one side, she rolled Kate over and finished all the lacing finally tying off the laces with complex knots. It took some effort but the supervisor returned Kate to her feet dusted her off and checked all the restraints.

Finally after an eternity Kate was ready to board the plain. She was wrapped up like a mummy in layers of canvas and straps but finally she could move forwards figuratively of course. She could get that final seat get to her destination close the deal and then take some holiday somewhere far far away preferably a cruise. The supervisor got a trolley and strapped Kate to it at ankle and waist. Kate was wheeled through the terminal to the check in she was glad of the mask no one could see her face. Kate was taken into the plain and wheeled to the back of the plain next to where the air stewardesses were away from the regular business class customers. The seat her final destination was very utilitarian with lots of straps.

The air hostess signed for Kate, then unbuckled Kate from the trolley , pushing her onto the seat. The supervisor wheeled the transport trolley away her job finished. The air hostess pulled a large nylon strap over Kate’s lap a strap went above her knees another one went under her knees. The air hostess was far from finished a strap was applied above her breasts tight over her shoulders another strap below her breasts. A strap was placed over her gag another over her forehead she wasn’t going any where. As a finishing touch a strap went over her ankles the canvas shoes were removed and a strap looped around her big toes securing Kate in place. The air hostess pulled a leaver on the back of the chair, simultaneously all the straps tightened and locked, not in a million years could an escape artist get out of that one.

The plane took off, Kate despite her uncomfortable position slowly went to sleep. The vibration from the engines lulling her to sleep. Her paper work hung from a hook on the back of her chair. Slowly the cover letter for the file worked its way lose from the paper clip. The letter proclaiming that she was sane and not actually a mental patient, a patient to be delivered to sunny views asylum gently drifted to the floor. The air hostess accidentally ran her trolley over it. The letter caught underneath the trolley and disappeared from view. After the eight hour flight Kate would find she wasn’t going to be released she wouldn’t clinch the deal, she wouldn’t get the promotion. Instead she would be left in a holding room still secured in all her layers of restraint. They might release her enough to let her get a drink but they might not. She would stay there until the asylum sent an ambulance to pick her up. Confused and frightened she would be bundled into an ambulance then when the asylum didn’t know what to do with her they would leave her heavily restrained as a precaution . They might work out what went wrong and release poor Kate but then again they might not.

Last seat on the Plane 2

Kate sat on the plane and thought about how ironic things were. As her old career had ended pretty much on this exact spot, her new career had started. She looked up from her seat and wondered where the air hostess was. There was a little curtain behind her where the cabin crew could disappear that was off limits to the passengers. Kate idly wondered were they there gossiping and having a break when they should have brought her a drink. Not that Kate was in any position to go storming over there and demand an answer that was a long story Kate thought back.

Six months ago she had been accidentally committed to an asylum, her paperwork being mixed up so that it looked like she was a mental patient being transported on a plane. She had spent two months under tight restraints gagged with a double hood straight jacket and transport jacket with a leg sheath tightly wrapped over her legs. Finally they had realised there mistake and let her go. But by that time her job and her career were gone. In those two months she had only had one thing to do squirm around inside her restraints getting her crotch strap in just the right place for entertainment.

Kate became used to being tied up, she found herself distracted by thoughts of it. The feeling of being helpless having a tight strap locked between her legs. After two weeks out of the asylum she was knocking on the door to get back in. That is to say as a member of the staff. Sunny views asylum quality assurance department took her on part time. Kate’s main job was to go round the asylum as an inmate and make sure that all the facilities were a secure and b limited the risks to patients. She helped in everything from the redesign of the door closers to the cubicles even checking there were no tripping hazards on the floors, but it wasn’t a full time job. Kate went back to the management , they gave her a lead. The sunny views media- mature entertainment division took her on, as a  bondage model/restraint tester. Her primary job was demonstrating restraints for long term wear use. 

It took three months of training with an assistant Jill, but Kate learnt to walk in ballet heeled boots and to wear a wasp waist corset. Due to the amount of time she spent testing restraints and the long term wear of them. She was permanently assigned Jill as her career, though the term was personal assistant even though she was a nurse.

Kate thought about her day, she had woken up got washed. Put her hair in a pony tail, then put on a push up bra and then a little secret of her own. She then used a lot of talcum powder and twenty minutes to wiggle her hot little ass into a pair of  very tight leather pants. Then she knocked on the door to her room. Jill undid the bolts on the outside of the door and came in with Kate’s jacket. Kate both loved and hated this jacket it was by far the most complex she owned and the strictest. Jill moved in front of Kate she held out the leather mass of laces straps and buckles. Kate knew it would fit but at this stage it always looked way to small. Jill laughed, “a bad little straight jacket for a bad little girl”. Kate was so familiar with it, she had helped design it Jill showed off Kate’s regular prison. “Note this one of a kind leather marvel. The reinforced middle wasp waist corset capable of closing down to sixteen inches even though you my dear Kate can only comfortably take it tightened down to 20. Over that ten heavy leather roller buckle straps at the rear, to really get the leather nice and tight. Even though you have never had the last 5 notches on the belts done up. Extra lacing from wrist to elbow to really get it nice and tight over your little hands, though you do cry like a sissy when its only half way laced up. Side loops a front loop which can be re deployed for several other configurations. An extra heavy crotch strap that should be buckled up all the way but you cant take the last four notches, we will see about that one day the same with the arm strap. when we put a pretty girl in one of these she cant get out.” “you sound just like the marketing advert” Kate joked.

Jill walked towards Kate, Kate held her arms out. Jill pulled the jacket over Kate’s torso, shaking the jacket a few times. Kate was familiar with the weight of the thick jacket, the extra reinforcement on the yoke around the collar on the shoulders waist and crotch. Jill moving behind Kate she  pulled Kate’s hair out of the way. Jill set about untangling the straps. She pulled the jacket at the shoulders to ensure that Kate’s arms were tight in the sleeves. Then she partially did up the uppermost roller buckle strap on the jacket. The corset was in place a little lacing a little tugging and it was half closed. Jill tugged and pulled until Kate’s waist was nipped in to 20 inches, then she made such a fuss Jill left it. Jill pulled the straps on the jacket a few times getting it in place. Kate was pulled back with each tug on the jacket she felt the force used and the jacket got tighter over her chest displaying her best assets. Then Jill pulled the uppermost strap tight then folded the strap back through the buckle, she moved on to repeat the process with the next strap. 

Jill took her time with the straps round Kate’s waist, slowly pulling each one as she got less and les movement out of the straps Jill resorted to stronger pulls. Kate found the force pulling her round, there were still five notches to go but that was for another day. Jill carefully moved the buckle for the crotch strap out of the way, then she tightly strapped the last buckle with the bottom strap framing Kate’s leather covered ass. The crotch strap pulled the leather tight against Kate’s crotch and ass. Kate looked at herself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. She was a sexy vixen, the jacket accentuated her breasts they were defined and tightly imprisoned, the corset enhanced her waist and hips. Jill pulled the laces tight on the jacket from Kate’s wrists to her elbows. It was as if her entire for arms were in a soft padded but secure vice. 

Kate held her arms out while, Jill guided the tip of her left arm through the central strap under her breasts and to the side loop at waist level. Jill gave it a long hard pull to get Kate’s arm into the right position through the central loop of the straight jacket. Jill pulled the buckle through the side loop and made sure Kate’s arms were in a good position. Jill leaned round Kate giving her a tight hug. The nurses right hand moved over Kate’s left elbow, Jill braced herself against Kate. With a sharp tug and a pull Kate found her arms were now far more tightly restrained she now had almost no slack. There was a zipping sound as the strap was more securely tightened. Jill repeated the pull getting the jacket even tighter, sill four notches to go. There was no way the jacket was coming off. Jill fed Kate breakfast then laced her into a tight posture collar and a pair of knee high, high heeled ballet boots. They adding seven inches to her height and a lot to the tone of her legs and ass. On the right shoulder of the jacket was Kate’s electronic boarding pass, it was built into the jacket it was backed with biometric data an iris scan to confirm her identity. This device allowed her to travel between some airports which had the correct reading equipment. It was also a trial she was participating in for the company.

The seat that Kate sat on was often referred to as the last seat on the plane, as it was the last one any normal person would want to sit on. It was designed for the secure transportation of prisoners and dangerous patients on commercial flights. There was a large nylon strap over Kate’s lap, a strap went above her knees another one went under her knees. A strap had been applied above her breasts. There were more straps that could be applied tight over her shoulders another strap could go below her breasts. A strap could be placed over her mouth like a gag, another over her forehead one for her ankles even one for her toes. Thankfully for Kate they were just simulating transporting a dangerous prisoner and she had not been wrapped up quite so harshly. Jill had the seat next to Kate she was dressed as a nurse and had a large medical looking bag in her lap.

Kate thought about the impression she was giving off, quite a lot of men and a lot of women were eyeing her up, some with lust some surprise some curiosity. She could practically see herself in her towering shoes, a vision of helpless leather. Exquisitely proportioned invitingly displayed but locked off bounds due to her tight restraints ultimately unapproachable.

Kate’s little secret was that she was wearing plugs, which she wore willingly, secretly the night before. She had already done it a few times when they were travelling to and from fetish fairs and medical demonstrations. She had a set of different sizes she had worn the plugs two sizes smaller before but, feeling adventurous, for the first time wore the "asylum sized the maximum size of the set" . She wore both, the dildo which was heavily ridged and contained a solid core, that bounced around whenever she moved creating pleasant distractions making it harder to walk in her towering heels. There was also the butt plug witch she thought might have been a mistake as it felt like she had a cannon ball wedged in her ass, it was humiliating and painful but stimulating and erotic at the same time.

Finally the stewardess returned out from behind the curtain, but she didn’t have Kate’s drink. Kate looked at her giving the stewardess daggers “its been twenty minutes well”. The stewardess couldn’t remember what Kate had asked for. Jill started to look very embarrassed and reached into her bag. Kate didn’t see this" Where's my drink? I'm thirsty! I've asked twice already!!". Kate started off on a full blown rant, any patience the stewardess had was gone suddenly she was beginning to look angry. Kate looked round to Jill to back her up, but Jill did not look like she was going to help her in that way.

Jill had lost her patience: "I have something for this big mouth of yours!" Kate’s mouth was already open as the ball gag was pushed towards her lips. Kate could not even get a squeak out, as the big shiny black ball gag was pushed home. Kate’s teeth were pushed wide there was a dull clicking sound of protest from her jaw as it was forced open, there was the tiniest gasp of surprise. Kate could not take very deep breaths in this outfit, now she was struggling for breath. there was a dull wet sound of her lips rubbing against the gag a squeak as silicone rubber met flesh. A look of total surprise spread across her stretched features as Jill griped Kate’s head and used both thumbs to push the huge ball home. The muscles in her cheeks protested from being pulled so wide. The muscles at the back of her jaw were beginning to ach and gag was only partly in her mouth. Suddenly the air hostess was there, her hands were on top of the ball, Kate looked into her eyes. She begged silently, the look from the air hostess said more than words no mercy and you deserve this.

The ball must have been 3.5 inches in diameter, Kate had herd about them before, designed to subdue really rebellious patients and prisoners. She had tried the prototype that was only 3 inches in diameter, she had modelled it for half an hour and her jaw had been numb for a day as a result. Her cheeks turned red for just a second she felt a tingle run through her helpless body. Kate tried not to resist to much every time she moved the plug moved and she didn’t need that right now. Kate’s jaw made a final sequel of protest, there was a click like a ratchet and the ball was well and truly wedged in her jaw. It pushed up hard against the roof of her mouth it seemed to touch her tonsils and was just brushing the back of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged like two balloons, further than when she had endured the heavy duty pump gag. Her tong was compressed to the bottom of her mouth she was unable to wiggle it even a little. Kate settled down a bit she could breath threw her nose. 

She was starting to drool, Kate was embarrassed enough she sucked on the gag trying and mostly succeeding in stemming the embarrassing tide. The strap was not run through the centre of the gag but one third of the way in from the front. This meant that it pushed the gag very firmly into Kate’s jaw when done up. The air hostess tilted Kate’s head forward while Jill tightly applied the broad strap from the ball gag. The strap cut into the corners of Kate’s mouth and pushed hard against her cheek bones , Kate looked redder and doubled her effort to keep the drool at bay.  The stewardess tilted Kate’s head back as far as it would go, Jill did up the broad strap under Kate’s jaw. The strap was very tight and forced her to bite down harder on the ball, Kate additionally felt the strap push uncomfortably against her jaw bone.   

The stewardess looked at Jill, “now we have started lets give her outfit a proper tightening” Jill smiled and nodded. Kate was both terrified and turned on by this development. She only offered a meagre struggle as she was un-strapped from her seat and pushed face down on to the floor. From her position on the floor Kate could see the stewardess bend down then she hiked up her skirt. Kate could see garters stockings and a pink thong, a second later her head was being held squeezed between the stewardesses thighs. Kate could hardly breath as her nose was pushed into that pink thong and her face was clamped helplessly between stocking clad thighs.

Jill started on the left ballet boot working on the laces down the back to get all the slack out. Jill felt her hamstring protest and her calf muscles twitch as the curve of her arched foot was increased, as the small amount of slack disappeared. Her toes were pinched together , she could feel compression on both the sole of her foot and the top of it acting together. The joint in her ankle twitched and spasmed slightly from the tightness of the boot. From her ankle to just below her calf the muscle was squeezed uncomfortably, then her calf’s protested the boot pinched her in the fleshy bit of her calf just before the knee. Kate was mortified at how much tighter the fully closed ballet boot was. But her body was reacting to being treated this way. She just stopped herself from grinding her hips into the floor. Soon the right boot was getting the same treatment Kate wondered if she would be able to walk after this.
 
Jill laughed, “I am going to tighten this little straight jacket down to 18 inches unless you want to say something now honey”. Jill sat on Kate’s legs and undid the laces she grasped them with both hands and pulled. Kate felt the tug lifting her off the floor. The stewardess clamped her legs even more tightly. Jill pulled harder and harder she was panting and straining she leaned back using her body weight she pushed against the floor of the plain half rising up on her knees. Kate started to feel dizzy the corset was only half an inch closer to being closed. Jill griped the laces further down and began again she gave them a harsh pull she gritted her teeth and pulled back letting her back take the strain. The air hostess grabbed the straps with her hands and helped. Kate felt like a bone being shook between two dogs she was decidedly dizzy little flashes came in front of her eyes. Jill smiled they had the corset down to 19 inches they would soon try for eighteen. 

Jill and the air hostess looked at each other, they grabbed the laces lower and pulled hard zigzagging the laces from side to side they got some movement. Poor Kate was panting uncontrollably starting to black out, Jill and the stewardess took a moment to regain there breath then with one final superhuman effort pulled the last half inch closed to get the corset to 18 inches. Kate could feel the cover going over the laces and the zip being done up. She asked herself why did she insist that they added that feature to the design of the jacket. What had possessed her to add the reinforced middle wasp waist corset. Then she thought to herself I must have killer curves now. All the movement of her body had helped the plugs move around she was sweaty hot helpless , horny and probably due to be restrained even more, she was a naughty girl maybe they would spank her.

Jill started work on the ten heavy leather roller buckle straps at the rear of the jacket, there was slack now that the jacket’s corset was two inches tighter. Jill un-folded the end of the strap at the centre of the corset portion of the jacket. Jill smiled a predatory smile as she griped the strap firmly two harsh tugs and the leather protested. Still it was two notches tighter than she had ever gotten the strap before. Kate felt her torso was in a vice and it wasn’t very nice. The leather was getting an even more intimate grip all over her body. Jill enjoyed doing up the second strap and the third it was really making the leather skin tight precisely sculpting to Kate’s form. Soon she was up to six straps Kate’s breasts were heaving up and down from all the sharp shallow breaths she had to take to get enough oxygen. Jill worked to really get the leather nice and tight four more straps were done up down to the last 3 notches on the belts, the ends were folded away neatly.

Kate was rolled onto her back for a second . She had a surprised look on her face there were no fastenings on the front of the jacket then it dawned on her. There was the extra lacing from wrist to elbow. She tried to beg she really didn’t like the feeling in her hands when they were more than half way laced up. Jill worked to really get it nice and tight over Kate’s hands it started only half way laced up on each hand. Soon Kate’s right arm had gone numb and Jill was working on her left arm, soon Kate couldn’t feel a thing. Kate was rolled onto her front and the stewardess had her so she couldn’t move. The extra heavy crotch strap was buckled up an extra two notches, Jill was almost lifting Kate off the floor of the plane with each tug. The plugs were bounding around inside her. Now they were further inside her the tight leather pants even tighter with the strap in place. The same was true with the arm strap two more notches tighter eliminated any slack from the corset and the extra tightening of the jacket. 

The air hostess and Jill picked Kate up, she felt herself sway unused to the tightness of the boots or the jacket she was just about getting her balance when Jill pushed her onto the seat. The air hostess checked Kate over making sure everything was tight but also using it as an excuse to run her hands all over Kate’s body. The air hostess pulled a large nylon strap over Kate’s lap Jill checked it to make sure it was firmly in place. A strap went above Kate’s knees another one went under her knees, Kate sighed she would spend the rest of the trip quietly in place. Jill was far from finished a strap was applied above her breasts tight over her shoulders another strap below her breasts equally tight. A strap was placed over her gag another over her forehead she wasn’t going any where. As a finishing touch a strap went around her ankles. The air hostess pulled a leaver on the back of the chair, simultaneously all the straps tightened and locked. Jill found a handle at the back of the chair and began to wind it making all the straps that much tighter.

Jill checked that Kate was ok, then she picked up a bundle of nylon luggage straps and whispered to the air hostess, they disappeared behind the curtain. Kate looked around the curtain was partially open and the air hostesses silver trolley was in such a position that Kate could see some of what was going on reflected in it. The air hostess giggled, Jill kissed her on the cheek then moved behind her she looped a luggage strap many times around her wrists and pulled it tight with a click. Jill took another luggage strap and moved it up to the air hostesses elbows a few quick turns and her elbows were tightly trapped together with another click. More luggage straps followed tight round the stewardesses waist holding her wrists to her waist more straps were pulled tight above and below her breasts. Jill pulled out a bundle of cloth napkins, the air hostess opened her mouth willingly, Jill kissed her and wedged the fabric in place. She wrapped a luggage strap tight around the air hostesses filled mouth creating a cleave gag effect Jill clicked the strap shut with a push.

Kate was highly Aroused with the floor show, with the humiliation of the straitjacket and gag. She felt herself squirming, not trying to get free but simply out of habit out of desire. With the tight crotch strap pushing the plugs further in with all the squirming she couldn’t afford to get distracted the thought of being caught on a plane squirming to orgasm, well it made her hornier. She tried to hold still as best as she could. She was desperate to try to decrease the sexual excitement. Kate had never felt sexier there was something about having the jacket this tight with the corset the porn star curves it gave her. Kate was at some level wanting to see the corset tighter she couldn’t explain it. The jacket accentuated her breasts they were pushed out like two cannon balls wrapped in tight leather defined and tightly imprisoned, the corset enhanced her waist and hips Kate could only imagine how sexy her ass was. 

There were down sides it was quite hard to breath. The tight corset pushed up against her ribs and tightly down on her hips and the posture collar didn’t help either pushing down on her collar bone and up against the bottom of her jaw. Kate’s mind thought about how Helpless she was, even a normal prisoner would only be locked in her cell she was pretty much wearing her own tailor made prison. She was unable to speak nothing indicated the loss of freedom like losing the ability to communicate. Just think she thought a woman spends years of her life perfecting her oral skills, that is oral communication skills and its taken away from her in a few seconds with a little rubber and leather. She had been demoted to an infant or a pet something to be kept quiet whose opinion didn’t matter. Kate started looking round the cabin she noticed , really paid attention to the people watching her. Her cheeks turned red, she had the feelings of Humiliation from the public exposure the corset suddenly seemed tighter the crotch strap closer. Kate was tired she drifted off to dream, she dreamt she was hog tied in a padded box.	

Kate woke up her body was saw. Her legs ached from the ballet boots her chest ached from the tight corset, her arms were numb and her jaw was signalling it really wanted the ball gone. The plane landed, Kate could see in the reflection of the trolley Jill trying to undo the locking luggage straps wrapping up the air hostess she couldn’t find the key. Kate was released by one of the other air hostesses. Jill was two busy trying to release the other air hostess to pay much attention to Kate. Kate was both relieved to be away from Jill, she didn’t want her restraints tightened anymore but she was also nervous not to have someone watching out for her. She was caught up in the crowds and nudged off the plane and into the terminal check out area. 

She was both lucky and unlucky. She had the electronic passport chip built into the shoulder of her jacket. The airport security guard put one hand on her shoulder. scanned her with an electronic wand, the wand read the chip. The guard waved a camera in her eye that confirmed her identity. The airport security satisfied that she was someone trial running the equipment not a dangerous prisoner basically ignored her. With biometric data and an iris scan to confirm her identity they didn’t need to release her or even communicate with her in any meaningful way she was someone else’s problem. Kate tried to gesture to the security guards to un-gag her. They just pushed her into the main terminal and left her there, there job was done. Kate was starting to worry, getting away from Jill was not the best idea as now she didn’t have a clue how to get to the exhibition other than walk or what arrangements had been booked for the hotel etc.

Kate had now been forcibly checked out still heavily restrained and gagged. She hadn’t fond her assistant anywhere, Jill was probably apologizing to the air hostess or answering questions to the air line. Kate looked around. The airport lounge was full of eccentric people the event got bigger every year. There wore women in rubber leather vinyl. She saw a tall thin woman stride past her she was wearing a business suit that looked like it was made from chain mail. Built like a shark diving suit even her shoes seemed to be made entirely of metal. She carried two leashes on the end of them were two small oriental women, they were both in extremely tight black leather bitch suits there limbs folded doubled over tightly forced to work on elbows and knees. Kate winced at the sight of it. The suites looked like they had been sowed shut with no way in or out they were punishing tight and by the way the women moved they had been wearing them for some time. They were both gagged with extreme pump gags lips and cheeks ballooned out, there stomachs bulged probably from some sort of enema. They had there ass‘s plugged with pumpable plugs. The pumps were on stiff pipes and looked and moved almost like tails. Kate thought for a second she recognised mistress de Sade not someone she would want to run into at the fetish fair. 

Kate decided that she needed to ask for help, after all these people would be more understanding. Kate saw a couple that looked almost sane and headed towards them only to be intercepted by a group of women and they were all mistresses. It was a fumble really that sealed Kate’s fate, Kate was spending a bit more concentration on other things than she should have and slipped in her ballet heels. She bumped into one of the mistresses’ shoulder barging her, sending the woman flying over her luggage. Kate could feel the panic welling up in her as she was surrounded. There was a hand on her left shoulder, A tall blond bimbo in a blue outfit stood beside her. The woman wore latex a tight ankle length hobble skirt a pair of calf high four inch pencil heel boots a wide waist belt blue leather clincher a blue latex top and choker there was a blue whip coiled around her right shoulder clipped in place. She spoke “I am mistress royal blue what do we have hear?”. 

Kate tried to move away there was a hand on her right shoulder. There was a second mistress all in black. The second mistress was a black woman of Amazonian proportions, she wore a skin tight rubber cat suit five inch knee high stiletto heel boots. Her hair was in a tight pony tail she wore a baldric over her chest she carried various floggers and paddles the way a pirate would have carried pistols. “I am mistress midnight black and you are not going anywhere until the head mistress has had a little word with you”.

Kate was very worried her eyes darted back and forth from the two imposing women. The head mistress regained her footing she did not look pleased. Kate took the woman in starting at her shoes and moving up. The boots were a piece of work. Blood red was probably the best way of describing the shade. The boots were stiletto heeled sharp and angular the heels an antiqued bronze finish three inches they looked like daggers. The toe of the boot had a bronze cap, around the ankles were rigid bronze bands ending in what looked like spurs. Going up the boots from ankle to knee were bands of antique brass they were clasps over the laces in a fire pattern. The knees of the boots were padded out and ended in a brass cap like a fire they made the boots look like armour. Kate could see a little of the mistresses tight latex trousers then there was a leather skirt that was more like roman armour, lengths of blood red leather straps two inches wide with antique brass studs down them ending in brass like a fire pattern design. 

The mistress wore a heavy red leather waist clincher, it had an embossed brass plate showing a woman in chains surrounded by fire, it also looked a lot like armour. Her top was like a corset almost the same as the one worn by Xena warrior princess, but red and antique bronze in design. She wore a collar that was more of a neck guard, brass flames danced around it. She had elbow length gloves they were more like gauntlets, lines of brass banding riveted to there outside the tips of  her gloves ended in little short talon claws. The knuckles on the back of them were studded with large bronze ovals. The woman had a shoulder guard with a pattern of alternating chains and fire in red leather over her left shoulder. There was a mass of waist length red hair a pair of pouting lips and a pair of angry eyes. “My name head mistress Crimson”. her tone but not her look changed "Oh baby you look gorgeous! Some items are missing and the rest is a little lose but I think I can fix that!"

Mistress crimson stated on the ball gag, with a little teasing the strap at the back of the gag was lose, there was an explosion of pain in Kate’s jaw as the woman tried to pull her head off, pulling the gag strap tighter. Kate had to think of a new word to describe the sensation it came to her a compression weld, she had seen it on a documentary two items pushed together with so much force that they fused from the heat. She couldn’t make a sequel. The sphere assaulted the roof of her mouth it caressed her tonsils and  the back of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged further she felt that they would pop like a squeezed balloon. Her tong was numb compressed to oblivion. Kate was starting to drool again , she sucked on the gag trying and mostly succeeding in stemming the embarrassing tide. The strap cut into the corners of Kate’s mouth, she was worried if it was tightened any more it might draw blood. The gag pushed hard against her cheek bones.  The mistress tilted Kate’s head back as far as it would go she tightened the strap under Kate’s jaw, the strap forced her to bite down harder on the ball if that was possible, the strap was cutting into her flesh uncomfortably against her jaw bone.   

One of the other mistresses handed crimson a tiny black Leather Hood it was Open face, mouth covered basically an oval cut out that would allow you to see the wearers nose and eyes but completely cover her lips and chin. Crimson pulled the hood over her head. There was a moment of darkness, Kate tried to pull back but had nowhere to go Kate could not see anything then the hood was almost in place. It was pulled down so it framed her worried eyes and cute nose. The hood had laces at the back crimson pulled on them. Kate could smell the leather there was a dull wet sound of leather against the rubber ball and her stretched lips. As the hood was tightened the ball was pushed further in it seemed impossible but the gag was actually getting worse. Her whole head was in a leather vice soon the hood was skin tight only deformed by the bulge of the gag. It was a tiny hood and had to be laced very tightly to properly close. Crimson tied the laces then zipped a flap shut over them at the back of the hood. Kate looked into her eyes. She was crying begging silently the look from the mistress implied much more was to come.

Then crimson went behind her. There was a tug then Kate found her arms free for a second they went as limp as noodles. The blond grabbed her right hand she worked on her right hand the Amazon worked on her left they pulled the laces tighter on the jacket from Kate’s wrists to her elbows increasing the tightness of the garment. It was as if her entire forearms were in a crushing vice trying to squeeze her flesh into jelly from all directions. 

When they were finished crimson un clipped the central loop of the jacket and attached it to the slot at the back. The other two mistresses pulled Kate’s arms behind her back. They guided the tip of her left arm through the central strap in the middle of her back below her shoulders to the side loop at waist level. Crimson gave the sleeve a long hard pull to get Kate’s arm into the right position through the central loop of the straight jacket her stiff arms needed persuasion, the same thing happened to her right arm. Crimson pulled the buckle through the side loop and made sure Kate’s arms were in an uncomfortable position. They tackled Kate giving her a tight hug. The mistresses hands moved over Kate’s arms and elbows forcing them tighter  together. They braced themselves against Kate, With a sharp tug and a pull Kate found her arms were now far more tightly restrained she had imagined possible, she had no slack. There was a squeal of leather against leather as the strap was more securely tightened. They repeated the pull getting the jackets arms even tighter, only one notches to go. There was no way the jacket was coming off. Kate’s arms were wrenched back in an agonising position her chest was thrust forwards, she thought it might have been more humane if they just amputated her poor arms. 

The head mistress looked at the other two “lets see how tight we can get this little package girls,” They grinned evilly. Kate was mindlessly terrified and yet turned on. She offered no struggle as she was again pushed face down on to the floor tarmac this time. From her position on the floor Kate could see the Amazon bend down, Kate’s head was soon being held squeezed between powerful rubber covered thighs. Kate could hardly breath as her nose was pushed into the tight rubber her face was clamped helplessly in place.

Mistress crimson worked on the left ballet boot the other mistress worked on the right, Kate thought for a minute they couldn’t get the boots any tighter but she was wrong. They were experts working on the laces down the back to get all the slack out. Kate felt her hamstring protest more, her calf muscles twitched as the curve of her arched foot was increased again as the small amount of slack that had formed disappeared. Her toes were pinched tighter together. The joint in her ankle twitched and spasmed from the tightness of the boot, how was she going to walk she asked herself. From her ankle to just below her calf the muscle was squeezed painfully then her calf’s. Kate had thought the boot had been fully tightened, it hadn’t before now it most definitely was. Her body was reacting to being treated this was she couldn’t stop herself from grinding her hips into the floor, she got a paddle across the ass and stopped. 

Crimson laughed, “lets get the corset nice and tight now honey”. the mistresses knelt either side of Kate and undid the laces they grasped them one on either side Kate felt a spiky boot from each mistress resting on the back of the jacket. With both hands they pulled pushing down with there legs like they were trying to push Kate into the tarmac and pull her off at the same time. Kate felt the tug lifting her off the floor and the boots pushing her back down. The Amazon clamped her legs tighter suddenly Kate couldn’t breath. The mistresses pulled again harder and harder the corset was cutting into Kate she was starting to black out unable to breath. Kate started to feel dizzy the corset was only half an inch closer to being closed than when they had started. The mistresses griped the laces further down and began again they gave them a harsh pull letting there body weight and Kate’s and the Amazon sitting on her work against the corset. 

Kate was just about to black out when the Amazon finally let her get a shallow breath, before clamping her legs closed again. Kate felt like her waist was in a vice she was decidedly dizzy little flashes came in front of her eyes.  The mistresses smiled they had the corset down to 17 inches they would soon try for sixteen. They grabbed the laces lower and pulled harder they got some more movement. Kate blacked out from lack of oxygen, The mistresses didn’t stop they pulled the last half inch closed to get the corset to 16 inches. Kate woke up a second later dizzy, she could feel the cover going over the laces and the zip being done up. She asked herself again why did they put that adjustment into the corset. Then she remembered she had insist that they added that feature to the design of the jacket. She thought to herself I must look like a cartoon caricature, Jessica rabbit move aside look at me baby. The breath play the movement of her body had helped the plugs move around she was even more sweaty hot helpless thirsty and horny and probably due to be restrained even further.

The mistresses started work on the ten heavy leather roller buckle straps at the rear of the jacket, there was slack now that the jacket’s corset was so much tighter. Crimson un-folded the end of the strap at the centre of the corset portion of the jacket. She griped the strap firmly two harsh tugs and the leather protested. She was disappointed it was two notches tighter but there was still one notch to go but she couldn’t get the strap tighter. Kate felt the leather was getting an even more intimate grip over her contorted body. They rather enjoyed doing up the second strap and the third it was really making the leather beyond skin tight precisely sculpting to Kate’s form it was almost painted on. Soon they were up to six straps. Kate’s breasts were heaving up and down in rhythm, from all the sharp shallow breaths she had to take to get enough oxygen a continual series of gasps. Crimson worked to really get the leather nice and tight four more straps were done up down to the last notch on the belts the ends were folded away neatly.

The extra heavy crotch strap was buckled up an extra two notches fully closing it, Kate was almost lifted off the floor in the process. With each tug the plugs were bouncing around inside her and now they were further inside her. The tight leather pants were even tighter with the strap in place. The crotch strap almost cut her in two with the first tug the second tug it became so tight it could probably be redefined as part of her .The Amazon picked Kate up, she felt herself sway like she had just come of a roller coaster she was having trouble standing. The bimbo came back. She was carrying a leather sack, no it was a skirt . It took all three of them to force the Leather hobble skirt onto Kate it was several sizes two small but with three sets of hands pulling and wiggling it eventual fitted, it was thick black leather from waist to knee as tight as a drum. Kate had to wiggle her hips and ass in a scandalous way to even walk she had to fight for breath fight for balance and also fight against the skirt to move.

Kate thought about it, her options they were zero, she couldn’t get to the Leather Hood off she was even more thoroughly gagged with the ball gag pushed further in. Knowing her luck if she tried anyone else they might decide she needed a blindfold as well. Her arms and shoulders were in agony the change of arms position to behind the back was excruciating she would have screamed the place down if she was un-gagged but that wasn’t happening any time soon. The other little gift from mistress crimson, the Leather hobble skirt added a new desperate dimension to her balancing and not landing on her face. Again if she stuck around would they decide some shiny ankle shackles would also go with her outfit. Kate had one other thing to think about she was extremely highly aroused especially from the tightness of the jacket. She was so horny walking moved the plugs in such a way with the straitjacket’s crotch strap almost cutting her in two she wanted to come right there and she didn’t really care at this point. 
	
Kate noticed about 50 meters away a black limousine was parked blocking a silver limousine. The drivers were arguing loudly. Mistress crimson sent mistress royal blue over. She walked over Kate picked up some of the argument it turned out that mistress de Sade owned the silver limousine mistress Crimson owned the black limousine. Mistress Midnight Black headed over to join the argument. Mistress de sade turned up herself . Mistress Crimson passed Kate to a junior mistress and headed over there herself. The members of the fetish community began to congregate around the dispute. After a second or two Kate realised that the person who was meant to be watching her was heading to watch the argument.

A distraction now had everyone’s attention Kate had an opportunity to escape. She had to walk out of the airport in a hurry. She could hear mistress de Sade. “I challenge you Crimson like I did mistress Moon and Sun last year in the main arena. This time three against one you can bring mistress Royal blue and Midnight the Amazon, I will have satisfaction and you and your friend’s will end up trapped in bitch suits as long as I like, you will be where you belong like moon and sun are now”. Kate herd the reply as she walked away “three against one your on, there is no way you can win. It was pure chance last year you beat sun and moon two on one, your going to be the one folded into a bitch suit”.

Kate hurried off as fast as her slow pace would allow she needed to get away from the real crazy people before they started adding more accessories. She remembered the route to the fetish fair. There was a large exhibition centre she had to go through a park which was next to the Airport. Then she turned right by a hat shop then there was a water tower with a preservation order on it that looked humorous. Then past the old library and she was there in forty to fifty minutes. Kate considered how hard it was to walk in the hobble skirt and the tight jacket, better make that an hour and forty minutes but she could still make it and there were clauses in her contract that substantially punished her if she missed her obligations.

She could have gone back to the airport to look for Jill, but she might have bumped into the mistresses and ended up being fitted out for a nice permanent bitch suit no thanks. She could have hailed a cab but she couldn’t raise an arm to hail a cab, she had no money she couldn’t tell them where she was going, and with her luck she would just be bundled into the trunk of the taxi and taken home. Without any options, Kate decided the walk to the fair, was her best option and she though it is not too far, and then she remembered the punishment the last time she overslept and that was for something very unimportant.

It was a very, very hot day and Kate was wearing layer after layer of heavy leather, the hood made her sweat the gag made her drool the posture collar clung to her neck. The jacket was two or three layers think she wasn’t sure. It was like an oven she was especially warm around her middle with the corset. The tight leather pants the boots over them and the skirt on top of that meant she had to put a lot of effort to move. It was getting hotter with the friction from all the leather, she was getting sticky sweating the leather against her legs each step she had to fight to move she was going to take more time than she thought. It was the middle of Summer the sun was getting higher, she was wearing leather head to toe, she was practically hyperventilating. Her feet were so painful from walking endpoint for so long. Kate started to feel dizzy she was sweating so much they would need to peal her out of the jacket like a banana.

Kate was Sweating so much she was squeaking when she walked, every step the organic sound of leather fighting leather grew. She was getting very thirsty she just realised, the sensation as the other distractions such as her aching arms was began to die down, Another step and Kate felt the world spin. One more step and she almost missed her footing on the path. She began to look around about ten steps away was a park bench under a tree. She was beginning to faint she decides there and then she would sit down have a little rest before she fell down. She took another step the bench looked further away her ankle trembled she took another step. Her vision wobbled was she suffering from heat stroke. She needed a shelter to rest a for a little while. A few more tottering steps and she collapsed onto the park bent ten minutes to get her breath back then she would start walking again she told herself.

It was so pleasant the weight off her feet even if she was resting on her crossed Arms. Now she had stopped moving her mind began to catch up with the realities of her body. She could feel a little pain in her temples was she having a mental breakdown. She was already packaged correctly. She asked herself "why am I so stupid? why did I decide to wear these damn plugs?" Every step she had taken had moved the plugs up and down round and round inside her. She was literally going crazy from the sensation it had worked on her body, her nipples were as hard as bullets her pussy was wet and swollen the strap was rubbing her just right as well as the plug. She was hot and flushed and not just from the baking heat, her heart was beating fiercely. Taking a rest seemed to have simply removed anything else to think about other than the burning itch between her legs. Kate felt her mind swimming she was flipping backwards and forwards she loved the sensation one minute she hated it the next her mind was giving her two feelings at the same time she couldn’t get out of the situation. She had worked her self up to the edge of a orgasm but she was completely unable to reach it the drum tight skirt was the most frustrating item desperate she looked around no one was about.

Kate couldn’t think straight anymore a primal instinct fired in the back of her brain she let go. Suddenly she was panicking thrashing about. She needed to get her arms free and get her hands between her legs she pulled at them desperate for release. Her arms remained welded behind her back there was a sound of stretching straining leather but she must have only gotten the barest millimetre’s worth of movement in her poor arms. She looked down she could see the strap holding her arms in place just below her enormous leather covered breasts. Some how she needed to get that strap released some way she had to reach it she redoubled her struggles but the strap was staying firmly in place she was gyrating wildly she couldn’t move the strap up or down the side lops and the back loop prevented any chance she had of escape.

She went completely ballistic throwing her head around trying to catch the hood on something, trying to bite down on the gag screaming at the top of her lungs nothing came out. The hood stayed in place her legs scissored back and fort against the tight skirt the boots and the crotch strap she kicked and wiggled. She was a jiggling struggling bundle of leather shaped in almost perfect feminine form and going nowhere fast. She struggled and it was only making her hotter wetter and hornier. Kate switched from trying to escape to simply trying to pleasure herself to rub that itch in just the right way. She was so desperately trying to orgasm she fought the leather for about five minutes but only achieves getting very sweaty and even more aroused.

Unsurprisingly Her restraints held her tightly, tight enough to stop her from getting off. Her jaw was just as thoroughly stuffed her face just as efficiently imprisoned in the hood. Her arms were folded behind her in just the same merciless way. Her waist was crushed until she could hardly breath her hands in mittens so tight she couldn’t feel her fingers anymore. Her pussy and ass were as tightly plugged, her leather covered ass was as round and peachy and restrained as before. The horribly tight high ballet boots were also staying put. Kate closed her eyes as hot drops of sweat flow down on her face. That last futile struggle was it she just couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, She passed out there on the park bench.

Kate slowly woke up, she didn’t know where she was or what was going on for a second. She didn’t remember why she was restrained. After a few seconds it came back to her, she felt better it was cooler the sun was lower in the sky. She didn’t know how much time passed but it was worrying, if she had a lot of time asleep she was in serious trouble. With a great deal of difficulty she slowly swung her legs over the bench squirmed her way forwards carefully stood up and resume her journey one painful step at a time.

Her muscles screamed at her with every step, her legs ached especially her calf’s and thighs her back ached from the corset and the position of her arms. Her jaw ached, inside her leather prison her body was absolutely covered with sweat it had even run down her forehead and into her eyes, she was very thirsty now, between her legs was slick flooded with love juices from the stimulation of the strap and plugs. There was the creaking swishing chafing sound of leather sticking and un-sticking against the skin it was all Kate heard. Kate focused on walking just one step in front of the other. She concentrated she just needed to reach the fair. First she just had to get to the water tower, then the library then she was practically there. She tried not to think about anything else just keep going she thought it was starting to get dark she was worried.

Kate got to the exhibition the crowd was a little small, she looked around a lot of people were looking at her taking pictures, but the main event seemed to be over. She needed to move before someone tried to put a collar on her. There were a few people she saw there booth she could see a few uniforms from afar her co-workers of the asylum. She thought "Oh Thank God! Finally a little luck! I Cant wait to get out from this leather hell!"

On her way she noticed mistress de Sade, she had three new girls in bitch suit’s. The Amazon and the bimbo were already very tightly stitched into there tight leather prisons they wore ring gags and giant jaw breaking pump gags. There collars were attached to a short leash on the floor a river of tears flowed down each woman’s face, there rear ends were already plugged with there pump tails two large enema bags were in place slowly draining away until both new doggies would have nice round bellies. Mistress crimson was already in her tight suit but as yet un-gagged, she begged mistress de Sade for mercy but all she got was a cane across her ass and a gag. Kate thought in the end they have it worse than I do.

It took Kate about half a second to realise that Unfortunately for her, her colleges were not happy to see her. One of the senior managers came up to her "Where are you been?! You arrived too late and we missed the opportunity to showcase our products!!". Kate tried to explain but the woman didn’t even seem to want to bother un-gagging her. "Your assistant arrived here earlier and said you decided to go for a walk by yourself". Kate tried to scream please let me explain it didn’t come out past the gag. "Oh dear you are in deep trouble. You know the contract rules. The punishment is one month locked in a little padded box." The manger looked at Kate evilly "We have all the equipment here. We'll do it right now!". Kate tried to step back but she had already been flanked by two assistants.

Kate could not believe what she just heard. She desperately tried to speak in vain: "Nmm!! Mmm mn gmm nnnm!!!! The assistants already started to change Kate’s restraints. First they worked on her arms. The buckle holding her arms tightly in place was removed. The back loop and the side loops were detached from the jacket. The back loop was fed through the back of the base of the posture collar the other two straps came lower in the jacket. Again Kate’s arms were pulled behind her but they were not pulled around her body. Instead her wrists were brought higher and higher till they reached her neck. The strap at the base of the posture collar secured her wrists in place tightly up behind her back the former side loop Straps wrapped round her elbows, her elbows were viscously pulled together until they met in a tight reverse prayer position. 

The straps coming from the ends of the sleeves were re used, right arm over left shoulder fed through under the arm then wrapped around her folded arms making them more securely strapped in place. When they were buckled with the compression applied to them Kate’s arms were going nowhere, her shoulders were dawn back further than she thought possible. The strap was pulled very, very tightly sadistically so, unable to even move a millimetre Kate’s arms had been compressed and sealed away she prayed not a month of this not locked in this agonizing reverse prayer position but she knew that deep down it was her fait.

Kate felt the hood being removed then four sets of hands grabbed the ball gag and pulled it from her lips it hurt. Kate was surprised it didn’t take a few teeth with it. She tried to work her jaw, tied to recover tied to speak but it was too little to late. She saw the black leather blur as it was opened, she saw the 4 inch diameter penis-shaped feeding gag built into the full hood. A jaw spreader jacked her mouth open further than she thought possible, the tip of the gag compressed to 2 ½ inches and it was in her mouth between her lips, the leather enveloping her completely. Kate’s mind raced frantically for a solution to this impossible gag they would surely choke her to death trying to force it home. The manager spoke "stop whining A full leather hood is needed. It is going to cover your face like a second skin. There are small holes for you to breathe through your nose. And you will be force fed a liquid diet Otherwise there are no other openings in that little hood. You are going to be in that thing for a month.

The hood was polished black leather with straps and metal rings all over it. Kate strained and struggled to move away, but it was to late inch by inch by inch she swallowed the feeding gag. Jill brought the leather Hood over Kate’s pretty face. The Hood was all one piece, which had laces that ran all the way from the top of the skull to the neck. Jill pulled the hood over Kate’s shaking face and crying eyes no daylight no solid food for a month. Kate’s whole body shook and strained against her inescapable bonds. There was nothing she could do as the leather was pulled tightly over her head. 

Kate was plunged into total darkness as the formed leather adhered to her face. Jill laced the hood from the top of her skull. She pulled and laced as the leather stretched to accommodate the prisoner inside. Soft pads fitted over her eyes. Thick leather padding fitted over her ears. As the leather hood tightened, the shaft in her mouth sank deeper and deeper Kate swore she could feel something in her jaws fail there were two slots at the base of the shaft for her teeth they sank into place holding it more snugly in place, Kate had not believed that it was possible it felt like she had a rubber fire hydrant trapped between her lips. 

Her hobble skirt was removed then the crotch strap the boots and finally they pealed her out of her tight leather trousers. They finally checked out her lower regions Kate’s not so little secrets came to light. Jill remarked "Ow! What do we have here? What a naughty little girl you are! So you keep us waiting you while you were having fun!" Jill looked at thr manger the manager got a case "We have the right thing to punish Kate. Our newest product used to tame patients as naughty as you." Jill described it " the overload plus are 30% larger than the asylum sized plugs that you have been wearing. There is the bitch tamer dildo which is heavily lubricated and violently ridged it contains a solid core motor that bounced around whenever activated . and there is the bitch breaker butt plug which had a double inflating seal and punishment electrodes.” it was immensely humiliating and painful but incredibly erotic at the same time. 

The crotch strap was removed and the chastity belt attached to the bottom of the jacket by a number of clips in its place. It took little effort to slide the vibrator into Kate’s pussy but it took a lot of lubricant and three people pushing to get the butt plug in place. Kate felt the Chastity belt with the big plugs she had never felt so full in her life. The vibrator in her stuffed pussy started to vibrate but as soon as it sense that Kate was about to reach orgasm, it stopped the vibration, and the butt plug gave her a considerable electric shock, holding the user in the edge. The vibrator started low again.
	
The electric shock causes a devastating effect on the wet sweat body of Kate. She struggle violently, she knew she had a month of this, but she had a two year contract they might decide to keep her like this on the edge for two years. The manager said "I knew that you would like it, Kate. Don’t worry, this one was made custom fit for you to test. You can keep it. I will leave the chastity key with your assistant." The manager turned to Jill you will need to give her a couple of enema’s a day, if she gets a bit rambunctious give her a nice soapy discipline volume enema and leave her for four to eight hours. I guarantee she will behave after that.” The manager turned to Kate." If you're thirsty which I am sure you are and ever want to drink anything I advise you to strongly suck your penis gag. It will randomly deliver something for short periods of time, we might have added a powerful aphrodisiac to it to keep you horny but there’s nothing you can do about it."

The manager spoke to Jill “what do we do to really dangerous or disruptive patients what can be done to them to break them,“? Jill replied “we have the discipline hogtie we could use it on Kate“. Jill retrieved a complex set of heavy straps , with a little fiddling Jill wrapped a set of straps tightly over Kate’s folded arms. A strap around her doubled wrists a strap just below her shoulder and another just above her elbows. They put the ballet heel boots back on Kate’s feet fully tightened. Then Jill connected a long strap to ankle cuffs attached to both ballet boots. Kate knew what was about to happen she had tried the system before for a whole five minutes, Jill ignored Kate’s manic struggling she slowly tightened the hogtie until Kate was bent into a mercilessly unnatural arch. Trapped in a spine breaking hogtie with a great deal of stress on her poor arms. Kate whimpered with each turn of the winch key on the hogtie mechanism as her spine shot bolts of burning pain up into her brain. When Jill was finished Kate was a helpless leather covered contorted triangle her legs pulled back her ankles connected to the small of her back, her spine ached into an L shape any movement or release impossible her over stimulated crotch locked away. 

They brought out the box it was such a small box the inside was heavily padded shaped to fit her current position it looked like they were planning to do this to her all along Kate was picked up by Jill and two assistants.. She was carefully fitted into the padded space she didn’t have any way of squirming it was so tight. Lines were connected to Kate for long term restraints. A canister of water filled with a powerful aphrodisiac was connected to her penis gag, a little protean powder was added as well as a few other things recommended by a nutritionist. A nice large canister of strong soapy water was also stored in the base of the padded prison. Jill connected that line up to the butt plug Jill spoke to Kate. “like the manager says you have been a bit rambunctious that enema should last you all flight. I have to get you back to the air port and take you home heck I might leave you like that all night before I drop you off at the asylum”.  

Kate felt that this little padded box would be her home for a while they were going to send her back to the asylum, unless Jill volunteered to take care of her personally to persuade her to not fail again. Kate wasn’t sure what would be worse being stuck in Jill’s hands for a month or the asylum. Kate’s mind and body were going haywire from the sensations. That plug in her pussy felt so good she was so thirsty she sucked on the gag she could feel the heat from the aphrodisiac but the hogtie was hell and shocks from the butt plug wouldn’t let her cum, she was stuck trapped she wanted out but at the same time she wanted to stay there. Jill looked at the manger "I have the impression that Kate will be late more times even if I have to make her"

End