PAMELA  AND CHLOE

  Daphne was a woman of leisure and pleasure-having outlived a very wealthy, very elderly husband. She was only in her late thirties, short and a bit shy with brown hair and brown eyes. 
  She tended to wear long conservative clothes however, her body was well conditioned as she maintained an exhaustive fitness regime keeping her body fit and lean and her curves intact. For the time being she lived a quiet life in the country in a cottage she had picked out.
  This particular weekend was something different. She had driven thirty miles to go and see a friend from her early days, back when she had been involved with show business and had a brief career on the stage and in front of the cameras. It was where she had met her dearly departed husband. 
  She was dressed in a nice long white dress that showed her curves off with a tight, broad black belt. She had high white heels to stop her stepping on the hem of the skirt. A wide sun hat kept her in the shade. The hat had a black band on it and it was chosen as it matched her dress quite nicely. The white shoes she wore had a back line running down the heel at the back and a black ankle strap holding them in place.
  She was further accessorized with a matching white tote bag that had black straps and a black edge to the bag, her purse even matched with a nice white leather with a single stripe pattern. So that she was accessorised, even her nice frilly white underwear had a line of black stitching on them. It was a nice sunny day, her car was a white Volkswagen beetle with a set of black racing stripes down the side. She had accessorised up to the hilt, even the case on her phone matched, white with two black stripes.

  Her friend, Pamela was a one-time colleague and fast friend. She was around the same age and had a similar position of a lady of leisure, though it was from family wealth rather than from a good marriage. 
  Daphne arrived at Pamela's large family house and parked up. She noticed the silver soft top sports car on the gravel. It was in good condition but there was something about it that was just off, when you saw some of the grubby items left on the dash board. She remembered that Pamela had liked to collect mementoes of their shows, though it looked like she had raided the dustbins behind and antiques shop considering the state of her car.
  The house was in its own grounds, though they were a little overgrown but the house was in excellent condition. Daphne rang the doorbell on the outside of the great big oak door, waiting for a minute or more. Then Pamela opened the door to greet her, she was wearing a tight purple spandex exercise leotard and trainers. She was five foot nine inches tall and still rocked a very well-toned body. There were a few more lines on her face from the last time Daphne had seen her. She appraised Daphne with steely grey eyes and fingered her long red hair;
    “Ah Daphne, so good to see you! A pleasant journey I assume? Please come in.” Daphne hugged her and kissed her on the cheek;
   “Pamela looking good as ever, not too bad a journey.” 
  Pamela let her guest in who looked around the place. It was, of course looking like something from a movie lot. Filled with stage magician and theatre memorabilia on every wall.
  The two of them had been entertainers, quite successful ones at that, years ago when they were both in their twenties.  
  Pamela had been the star attraction and Daphne had been her assistant. Daphne was in for a bit of a shock as there was a tapping sound and a woman staggered out into the corridor. She was wearing a very tight black leather straight jacket with a hint of the red lining visible at the collar and waist. 
  The woman inside the jacket had a set of very top heavy proportions and the jacket seemed not to be exactly designed to accommodate her. So it was very tight and uncomfortable and the woman inside the jacket was struggling quite spiritedly to get out of her predicament.
  She wore a pair of purple rubber pants that seemed to be two sizes too small for her, but with the pressure of the duel crotch strap it was unlikely that she would pop out of them. She was also wearing a pair of knee high black boots with a five inch plus heel, joined with a pair of meaty ankle cuffs that didn't have a very large amount of chain between them. They prevented the woman trying to escape, from moving anywhere very fast and she was having a devil of a time standing upright!
  She was unable to see, speak or do much else as her head was wrapped in a black leather hood that obliviously hid a rather large gag. She couldn't even shake her head due to a matching posture collar with a brass D ring at the front.

  Pamela looked her up and down and tutted;
    “Still no progress in escaping? You are truly useless! Let me just get you out of the way, we have visitors.”
  The lady of the house pushed the struggling woman to the floor then into a pose where her ankle cuffs were next to the posture collar she slipped a little padlock though the loop from one to the other so that the prisoner of the jacket had absolutely no movement she rolled her into a corner out of the way. Daphne smiled remembering the two of them in their youth;
    “So Pamela, you have to introduce me to your house guest...”
  There was a table with tea and biscuits waiting and Pamela gestured over to it and they sat;
    “Do take some tea,” Pamela offered, “...where to begin. Well Daphne, it will be a little bit hard to hold a conversation with her but that's Chloe. A friend of my niece’s. It’s funny when she came over, she wanted to be a magician. So, she asked me if I would reveal some of the secrets of my act before you know, I retired and took up a life of leisure managing the family estates.”
  Daphne poured herself a cup of tea, added a dash of cream and took a sip;
    “I assume from her attire that you did at least start her education?” Pamela looked at a picture of her and Daphne taken from their first real performance. It was up on the wall. She was wearing the purple trousers with a black waistcoat top hat and the high heel boots waving about a wand while some cards disappeared in front of the audience. Her assistant wore a white dress with a black stripe. She smiled reminiscing;   
    “Oh yes. So I went over some of my old escapology stunts and she asked me to lend her the equipment to try it out herself.”
  Daphne considered that Chloe was a bit of an idiot going for what was probably the most complex illusion that they had ever pulled off rather than say, building up from some simple card tricks and rope wrist ties;
    “Right, it’s quite obvious, so what exactly is she wearing?” Pamela poured her own tea, adding sugar then took a small biscuit. She sat back and started to recount the tale in earnest;
    “Well to start off with, its the same attire as my grand finale’ stunt. You know-the one Command Performance I gave before I retired? You remember that night, after all you were up there on stage with me most of the time. I wouldn't have gotten through without my assistant.”
  Daphne blushed, remembering the after party and the activities the night after;
    “I think I remember everything, that it was the hardest escape you ever did and you just pulled it off with two seconds to spare or that anvil would have landed on you, but go on...”
  Pamela looked at Chloe who was still diligently struggling then looked up above her;   
    “I think I still have that foam rubber anvil in the attic. If she was performing that escape the entire audience would have realised it was fake when the timer ran out and it bounced of her thick stubborn skull!” She waved her hand in Chloe's direction, “Well, to start off with I had Chloe strip naked and waxed and shaved, apart from her hair and eyebrows, those were covered by a fetching swimming cap. You can’t be a box jumper or a quick change artist with a zipper caught on something. I explained it to her so that she didn't have anything rubbing her skin, she was of course very embarrassed-” Daphne interjected cautiously;
    “Did you make her sign a waiver like those audience members that participated, you remember the woman who lost her eyebrows to the candle trick trying to sue us?”  
  She waved her hand dismissively;
    “Daphne, of course I made her sign a standard little agreement. Then for starters I used those elbow length midnight black calfskin mittens that lace up with the heavy padding in the finger and wrist section that really immobilize her fingers.”

  Daphne was sitting on the edge of her seat;
    “Was she nervous? Her first time and all.”
  Pamela chewed a biscuit, with a wicked little grin;
    “Oh yes but she put on a brave face. Next came the triple layered leather jacket, the midnight black oil tan leather on the outside with a layer of Kevlar in the middle and the red silk lining on the inside.”   Daphne took another sip of tea;
    “Did you go all the way with the jacket?”
    “Of course, I did! Just like you did my former assistant. I managed to fully close the laces at the back all the way. I tied them off, then did up the straps to the last few notches. I padlocked the flap shut over the lot. She was really having trouble breathing at that point, you can see the size of her chest and waist. The jacket was rather crushing on her poor figure, she has far, far more generous proportions than I did back then, I am actually amazed that I got the jacket all the way closed!”

  Daphne removed a small silver flask from her purse and added a nip of brandy to her remaining tea. She offered it over to the hostess who politely declined;
    “Careful. You’re driving dear.” Daphne nodded;
    “Maybe I might stay the night,” she cast another look at the unfortunate, “...I’ll bet she was looking nervous by then!”
  Pamela put down her own tea and walked over to her house guest, rolling her over so that the straps on the jacket’s back were visible;
    “Yes, but she still insisted I continue. So, I immobilised her arms. As you well know the jacket is really snug with her arms fed through those two front loops. The double side loops on each side,too. There really isn't much movement and I did strap her arms rather tight behind her back. I used both straps, one secured high one secured low so that there is practically no movement at all, then I padlocked them in place. She could barely even twitch and she still insisted I give her everything else as tight as I could-she almost looked desperate for it, as if she needed it-that is to try to escape.”
  Daphne continued;
    “So she got THE FULL TREATMENT?”
    “Yes. I dressed her up as I was in our act, with those tight purple rubber pants that you remember I wore and I added the two crotch straps nice and tight then locked them on. As you can see her legs and her bottom look really stunning.” Pamela released the lock between Chloe's legs and collar and helped her unfold then pulled her to a standing position.
  Daphne looked at the furrows that the leather straps left in the rubber;
    “I bet she wasn't prepared for that!” Pamela slowly led Chloe over, “Oh no she wasn't, but she insisted I kept going, so on I went with my old black knee high boots. They have a five and half inch heel and she could barely balance in them. Her feet were a little larger than mine but I still got her into them with a shoe horn. laced them up then hobbled her legs with the steel ankle-cuffs with the three inch chain, her feet were in agony by then. I asked her if she really wanted the rest of the outfit.”
  Daphne finished her tea;
    “I assume that she said yes?” Pamela grinned and patted her incompetent student on the bottom;
    “Well of course. So I got the harness ring gag with the blindfold-the one with the three inch diameter rubber coated ring. Then the pump gag and the rubber hood followed by the midnight black leather calf skin hood. Then of course, the matching posture collar with the brass D ring at the front. She was all neatly packed up, guess how long she asked to be given to escape?”
  Her other guest was thoughtful;
    “One, maybe two hours … I’ll say two.” The lady of the manor smiled;
    “Exactly! When I got back she had made absolutely no progress. In all honesty I think due to her generous bust the way I got out was going to be absolutely impossible for her to replicate, even after I told her the secret of the jacket and where the release mechanism was. When I removed the gag, she begged me to give her more time.”
  Daphne looked intently at Chloe and made a little spinning gesture commenting;
    “I assume you did.” Pamela made Chloe slowly walk in a circle on the spot with a few careful nudges;
    “Yes. We made a little deal she would stay in those restraints until she escaped, however long that took and I would take care of her. She insisted on it, we even wrote out a little contract-an extension of one of those disclaimers. I made a few amendments advantageous to myself and got her to sign it. Of course, when I put her back into her restraints they happened to be a tiny bit tighter...”
  Daphne laughed;
    “That was very charitable of you.” Pamela patted the struggling straitjacketed woman's backside;
    “Of course, I had to add a few accessories to stop her from making a mess. A nice inflatable plug wedged up her bottom, it can really stretch very large! Instead of filling it with air I connected the rubber bladder to a catheter it has a one way valve. Instead of wetting herself or making her wear a diaper she just fills up the plug lodged in her rear torturing herself immensely, then I can drain it away nice and hygienically every day. At the same time when I force feed her and give her, her daily hot soapy enemas. Poor little thing doesn't like them one bit, but I insist.”

  Daphne looked the bound woman up and down;
    “Did you have to do anything else to make her stay more comfortable?” Pamela squeezed her gagged cheeks through the layers of the hood;
    “Well, I did enhance the gag with a couple of pairs of my old unwashed panties. I change them every week. Oh, and I got her some ear plugs so that must help her with encouragement to escape her predicament. The gag stays in most of the time I can feed her with a syringe pump through the centre anyway.” Pamela tapped her prisoner on the bottom, “When it comes time for her enema I bend her over in the shower bar and make sure I strap her into a nice tight fold so she can’t move. I thoroughly clean her out with two applications of five quarts of warm soapy water just to keep things hygienic. Then I give her eight quarts of freezing cold water and make her retain it for ten minutes. Then I have this expanding cleaning foam that really itches you can see her body shivering and shaking, after that I flush her out with more warm water. Poor little thing absolutely hates it. But she can’t get out of her bondage so she has to endure it, like a good little girl.” Pamela had one hand between Chloe's legs and the other on her breast the prisoner was obviously writhing to squirm out of her firm grip and failing utterly.

  There was a hint of sadistic glee in Daphne's voice;
    “How considerate of you, how long has she been trying to escape?” Pamela looked bemused for a second;
    “Only two weeks ... no actually it’s been four, amazing isn't it how time flies?” Pamela sat down onto a padded chair and dragged the struggling Chloe onto her lap. Daphne glanced in the direction of the hall and the stairs going up to the bedrooms;  
    “What are the sleeping arrangements?”
    “Oh, she has her own bedroom. It’s the second guest bedroom-the one you used to stay in when we were doing rehearsals. I strap her into a sleep sack every night, so she is snug as a bug in a rug. There is a little pump that pulls all the air out of it so it’s like she is vacuum packed with the rubber seal around her neck.” She was curious,  
    “What if she rolled off the bed?” The lady of the manor was smug;
    “The sleep sack is strapped to the bed with a web of straps, she can’t move at all. I do add extra precautions around the sleep sack at neck waist and ankles, with those heavy chains from my old act. That helps to keep her extra cosy.”

  Daphne looked at the prisoner’s long legs;
    “What about exercise?” 
    “She has four hours on the treadmill in the morning in a suspension harness and four hours strapped to the exercise bike at night every day. It keeps her legs in very good shape. In fact, I think that it’s the best shape she has ever been in her entire life, not that she seems to appreciate it.” Pamela began to feel up her prisoner’s legs while she tried to escape the former magician’s lap. Daphne put her cup down and went over to join her;
    “How thoughtful of you.”
  The two old friends kissed casually with Chloe sandwiched between them. Pamela was the first to break the kiss;
    “Of course, I have to give her other motivation to encourage her to escape but I haven't found anything to do the job for the poor dear. She just hasn't come up with an alternative method of escaping the jacket. So, I will keep having to try to properly motivate her. I have tried the cane, the crop, tickling, edging her and she makes no improvement trying to escape, whatsoever. No matter how much she struggles she just can’t force her arms past her breasts to release the mechanism, She is just really torching herself like this, completely unable to escape.
  Daphne had one hand on Pamela and one on Chloe;  
    “Perhaps the two of us can have a session with her tonight?” The lady of the house was not unreceptive;
    “Capital idea! I hope you packed an overnight bag. Do you still have that itching cream we could spread it on a set of Ben Wa balls and stuff it inside her to really give her something to really think about.”
  She grinned mischievously;
    “Of course I do, What about our little plaything’s hygiene?”    
  Playfully, Pamela held Chloe's nostrils closed, forcing her to struggle more unable to breathe;
    “Every two days I chloroform her, give her body a thorough clean and then dress her back up nice and snug as if she had never been let out. I do of course take the opportunity a few times to make things more snug and secure for my little house guest, to keep her as cosy as she could be and make any escape as hard as it could possibly be.”
  Daphne looked over at the tray of sandwiches;
    “-and for meal times?”
    “Oh I have a set of metal cage stocks on wheels that lock her in a crushing ball tie position, then she is very easy to deal with. With the funnel I could force feed her anything-laxatives, aphrodisiacs, something to make her a tad more submissive and she couldn't stop me.”
  The former assistant stroked the girl sandwiched between them;
    “How is she, how shall I put it-paying the rent?” Pamela's eyes took on a lustful quality and her voice had a husky tone to it;
    “Well, when I have her in the cage stocks her head is sticking out one end and her feet are sticking out the other. The rest of her is very tightly pinioned with these steel straps. If I remove the hoods and her pump gag then she is perfectly placed to, how shall I put it, with that ring gag ‘put her tongue to use’. She didn't realise it was a condition of our arrangement but she can’t really object in that position, so I have been educating her on the correct technique, as you forced me to learn all those years ago. It’s not like she can do much else to help about the house and my niece really appreciates her attention-the two of them spend hours together. My niece can be a little devil.”
  Daphne gripped the back of Pamela's head and pulled her into a kiss;
    “-and if she remains your house guest for an extended period of time?” 
  Pamela thought about it for a second; 
    “Well, I was thinking on changing the hoods for ones where I don't have to remove the hood to allow her to fulfil her duties. I am also looking at some nice six inch heeled boots now that she has gotten used to the five and a half inch ones. I also have a few ideas on tweaking the cage stocks to make it easy to punish her when she doesn't have quite enough enthusiasm as well as making it that bit tighter, in fact I must admit I have placed orders for those items in anticipation of her continued residence. You did teach me quite well.”
  Daphne held her chin up;
    “How very considerate of you.”
  The former magician looked over at the hidden bundle then patted Chloe on the ass;   
    “Let’s get her in the cage stocks and you can take her for a ride yourself my dear.”   
  Daphne looked at her quite seriously;
    “From now on, you will refer to me as Mistress as soon as dear Chloe is inside the stocks you’re going to strip naked and bring me the old arm binder that you could never get out of. It looks like I am going to be taking care of you for a few nights the way that you have been taking care of Chloe.” 
  Pamela looked nervous, hesitant but ultimately bowed her head; 
    “Yes Mistress.”

  The beginning, not the end ...