Titchy Tina

  Tina Travant was very self-conscious about her body. Specifically, her height, or lack thereof. 
  She was a short teenager at 19 years old. She was not going to suddenly have a growth spurt, even though she had been hoping for years that one would arrive. She was positively tiny at just four foot 11 inches tall and on-top of that she had a very light slight figure. She was well, very skinny with no other physical assets to compensate. She was though, very pretty and very cute but unfortunately for her she could easily be mistaken for someone far younger. 
  She had gotten into more than one argument over wither she was old enough to get into a club or buy alcohol and yet she held a valid ID in her hand. Trying to compensate for her diminutive height she dressed up. 
  She wore really high heels-four or five inches, lots of makeup, eye liner and blush heavy lipstick. To crown it all she had a haircut that stood up like a cockatoo adding at least two inches to her height. Sometimes that worked against her and she ended up looking like a kid that was trying far too hard.

  She had established a large circle of friends, unfortunately half of them could barely remember her name but remembered her as Titchy. Which she didn't appreciate but kept that objection to a minimum. She had a smaller circle of a half dozen friends who looked a bit deeper, past her height and saw the fun-loving person underneath. They didn't use that nickname at all, there were some friends who drifted about between that inner group and the crowd but if they did she wouldn’t miss them. 
  She had cultivated a large number of friends so that people would recognise her and there would always be someone that could confirm that she was as old as she said she was. When she went to a local club or bar, it was much easier to get in as part of a group rather than buy herself. Having a group of people that she cultivated around her, it was one of the ways she set about bolstering her self-confidence, along with the short skirts styled hair and ridiculously high heels. She was determined to not be left out, she went to a lot of parties a lot of places as a way to tackle her insecurities head on to boost her confidence.

  Tina heard a vague rumour about an exclusive club in some secret basement in town. Something really exclusive that was like a secret members only club. She absolutely hated to be excluded from any club or group, and just hearing a rumour of a new place made her want to go there. But she had to plan it all out, find someone who was part of that set and get them to bring her in. She was surprised when one off her inner circle of friends casually let it slip, mentioning that it was a costume party. They obviously knew more about it, Tina had to contain the desire to scream at her for an invitation. 

  Now that she knew her friend was somehow connected she started to subtly badger her about getting an invitation. She spoke to her when the two of them were away from the rest of the group going out that night. Initially she was brushed off, her friend said that she must of miss-herd her. Tina pressed a little harder and was told that she wouldn't be interested in that sort of party, it wasn't something she would like. Yet still she wanted desperately to go, because it was there. Not knowing anything about the place or the group she still wanted to go because the vague rumours sounded exclusive.

  Tina slowly wore her friend down, over the course of a couple of days. She dropped all pretence of subtlety. Bombarding her friend with texts emails and voice messages until she finally cracked and begrudgingly agreed to take her to the clandestine event. Her friend became very serious, she told Tina in no uncertain terms that there was a very strict dress code. If Tina didn't adhere to the rather restrictive dress code for junior members then both her and her sponsor would be punished, then summarily banned from the society. Tina considered the vague and mysterious language that the event was being described with, could it be something rather out there and risky? Then she came to her senses and decided that it was most likely a bunch of snobs with a little social club that had a sense of the dramatic with no real substance to it. Still, it seemed as if it was going to be the most exclusive thing she ever went to, at least around here. So if she had to wear a funny hat a Halloween mask or renaissance fair dress? Well she could live with it, without complaining too much. If her friend was gracious enough to invite her in, well she would behave and play along up to a point.

  She went to see her friend about the costume party, now that they were both invited to attend, maybe they could work out a theme between them. Her friend really was in some ways the complete opposite of her, at least physically she was everything Tina was not. Savannah Hemming was dark skinned with brown hair, she was really tall at 6 foot 3 inches and rather muscular for a girl. But then she did do quite a bit of weight lifting and rugby. She was also rather generously proportioned with her bouncy firm breasts and gorgeous peachy ass, unlike the more modest proportions that Tina had to make do with. When you got the two of them together it made Tina seem even smaller. Even so not to be outdone Tina tended to make up for anything else with volume. Despite her small frame she had a rather loud voice. Savannah could stand a head above the crowd, Tina could shout over it. Before they discussed the details of the puzzling party, they had a little bonding. Tina had been pushing her friend a lot so she wanted to make it up to her a bit by doing what Savannah wanted for a while. So they were left watching a romantic comedy for two hours with a love triangle and a lot of confusion in the plot.

  They had some alcohol between them, the sangria had a bit of a kick to it. They got some snacks more alcohol and they both got a bit drunk. It was far easier for Tina to get completely wiped out when she was drinking the same amount as her very tall friend. 
  Savannah grinned;
    “Ok, I have a suggestion for your costume, a little baby in a frilly pink dress and a great big pacifier. While I go as an amazon dominatrix. You see I would keep you in line for the entire evening, keeping you on a cute little leash.” Tina didn't find it funny. She looked aghast;
    “No way, am I wearing that for fancy dress, I am not going to be collared.” Savannah put her wine glass down and put a hand on Tina's shoulder, 
    “No seriously, I will drop the mystery. It’s a BDSM club, as a new sub the collar is mandatory”. Tina's eyes went wide and she just stared into blank space stock still for a minute. Her friend laughed and went to get more beer and ice cream, turning back and winking, 
    “Cutie, I already have a costume all picked out for you, one that's nice and inescapable and going to keep you very, very quiet and nicely submissive.”

  Tina blinked again and snapped out of it. She did like to try new things, but now the other shoe had dropped, this whole affair had BAD IDEA written all over it. Perhaps this was one party she didn't actually want to push her way in. Tina wondered if there was anything about the party left around, Savannah had never mentioned about being into bondage before. 
  In a bit of a drunken haze she quickly looked around the room, in the cupboards and under the cushions. She was looking for something suspicious, still thinking that maybe this was a trick to teach her a lesson. She noticed something under the sofa and dived down to have a look.
  She found a pink box with a bow on it and it was labelled with her nick name Titchy. Opening the box up she found an adult sized pacifier gag. The rubber bulb on it was very very large and it looked like it had been built around a bite guard or gum shield. She felt the weight, it was surprising. She held it in her hand it was an oversized pacifier with something to bite down on for her teeth to slot into. It was all coloured pink, constructed from something quite solid and heavy.
  Tina idly wondered what it would be like to put it in her mouth. What it would actually feel like before she spent an evening wearing it. She wondered if she could still make conversation or if she would be reduced to incoherent mumbling or simply silenced altogether. She twiddled it about in her hands fiddling around with it, by chance turning the ring on the outside of the gag. There was a small sound and an internal mechanism moved. Twisting it seemed to make the pacifier bulb swell up as if there was something pushing at it from the inside. Looking closer something like a metallic flower petal was pushing from the inside of the gag, deforming the silicon out in four directions simultaneously. She let it go for a bit, with nothing to push against it slowly shrunk back down returning to its original state. There was a little rattle it seemed like a spring unwinding. The gag seemed to be harmless from her observation, she looked at the door and wondered how much time she had before Savannah came back. She wondered, dare she try it on?

  Gingerly she sniffed it and there was the smell of silicone and rubber. She cautiously licked the end and it seemed to have no real taste. She prodded it with her finger then opened her mouth up and pushed the bulb in. The gag was a bit too large and she had to wiggle it about to get it into her mouth stretching her lips around its giant circumference. It seemed to barely fit yet she was still curious. Tina turned the ring around a few times to feel the press of the gag expanding in her mouth. But it seemed to do more than just grow larger, an internal clamp hidden in the gun shield seemed to latch onto her molars and lock the bite guard onto her teeth at the same time as it inflated the bulb in her mouth. There must have been some central screw thread as it acted as well pulling the front plate of the gag in tight, forming an airtight seal over her lips gluing the front of the pacifier in place.

  Nervously she waited for a few seconds for it to unwind like it had done before in her hands, but it didn't. She felt the overwhelming pressure on her jaw, then it dawned on her that it would only release itself when her jaw wasn't holding it shut. It was really designed to be a punishing humiliating gag and it was working as intended. It was not some prop or toy. Her fingers were shaking as they felt just how tight the gag was, she couldn't get a finger nail under the gag plate sculpted to her face between her chin and her cute little button nose. She tried to make a bit of noise. Tina tried to speak loudly then scream her lungs out at the top of her voice but there was not much noise at all, the gag was doing what it was designed to do. She could feel her heart beating faster, she got a good solid grip on the ring in front of her mouth.

  She managed to turn it the other way with shaking hands, but that seemed to also make the gag even tighter. It took her a moment to realise that whatever mechanism was in the gag it wouldn't disengage when she was still biting on it. Tina tried desperately with her fingers to pry it off, tugging on the face plate. A minute of struggling and she couldn't get it out of her mouth. She couldn't budge it one inch, even one millimetre from her jaw. Further fiddling with it moving it a quarter of a turn and she was sure that any adjustment she made just seemed to put more pressure on her stretched jaw. She decided that she should just quit trying that method of manipulation, there had to be a hidden catch or something else. Her fingers searched frantically over the gag plate for some hidden catch or other mechanism. She tried to feel with her tongue if there was anything that would give it away on the inside of the gag but her tongue was remaining at the bottom of her jaw firmly in place.

  On a really stupid whim, another foolish idea formed in her head. She tried something else rather than turning the ring, she tried pulling the ring out hoping that it would act like a release pin. There was a series of whirring noises as if a number of tumblers were falling in line then a loud clank that reverberated through the gag. She was surprised as there was a locking click then the ring was pulled back into the gag, activating some very solid security mechanism. It was as if the gag had been cast in wrought iron around her mouth. She couldn't pull it off, even trying with her hands and bracing her feet. No matter what she tried it wouldn't budge. But also thankfully, she couldn't make it any tighter, it was locked in position. Tina was now turning very red, if she had to explain this to Savannah that she had poked around her home that she had played with this item, it was too humiliating to think about.

  Miss Travant realised that she had managed to lock the gag inescapably on herself by mistake. Then the alcohol or her flagging sense of pride took over and she got really embarrassed at the thought of her friend seeing her like this. Or having to beg her friend on bended knee to be unlocked from this contraption. She was not in the best state of mind as she started to manically scream in frustration into the gag, but every ardent cry was muffled into submission. She was scared of where she was, in a moment of desperation she grabbed her stuff, her jacket and bag. She hurriedly left her friend’s house wobbling on her heels.

  She woke up the next morning naked in her bed with the gag just as firmly in place. She tried again in desperation to free herself with a butter knife. She just couldn't work out the lock mechanism, and the gag its-self seemed to be practically indestructible bending the knife. It just seemed to remain just as secure no matter what she did to it. Tina definitely couldn't get it off her face, at least without embarrassingly seeing her friend. So she was going to be forced to go to work with a mask on over it, she had already used up all her sick days and holiday recovering from one nights outing or another so she had no choice in the matter. She rolled over and went back to bed it would be easier to think with a few more hours rest, at least she hoped that would be the case.

  Tina woke up her alarm was beeping, she flailed in its general direction until it stopped making a noise. She rubbed her temples and squinted her head hurt. She didn't feel too well, what had she been drinking the last night and what horrible thing had she been eating. Her mouth felt like rubber, and then it all came back to her and she remembered. She sat up in bed and screamed again, she made no sound despite her efforts, it was not a dream! She crawled out of bed into the shower washed up dressed as neatly as she could. Her tummy grumbled about the lack of breakfast, however there wasn't much she could do about it at the moment. She got a scarf and wrapped it around the humiliating gag, she had a magazine and held it up in-front of her face on the train. She got one or two odd looks but still managed to travel all the way to work without engaging with anyone at all, actually it was surprisingly easy.

  When she arrived at work she was a little early, a click of her access pass and she was in the building. Just so she could avoid most of her colleagues, especially the ones who might ask an awkward question or two. She was well known for being a little loud to put it mildly, suddenly being very quiet would be suspicious. She was going red blushing it was not her best idea, she should have worked out some way that she could have spent today working from home. She was intently embarrassed at the idea of being called into a meeting or her bosses office. She kept a wary eye out paranoid at the idea of being caught and humiliated in front of her colleagues. But she still had a working mind, even if it was slowed by the hangover from the night before, she could come up with some sort of plan.

  With a flash of inspiration she realised there were jobs that could be done on her own, where she wouldn't need to interact with anyone else. She spied the large pile of filing that was gathering dust that no one had touched with a ten foot barge pole. So she spent most of the day doing the round of obscure filing in the archive site. It was a long-term paper store for legal documents. Almost no one went there. So she had an excuse to avoid everyone and she didn't have to interact with people so that they couldn't see her embarrassing new accessory. Even in the dusty archive she hid it with a mask, just to be on the safe side. She was getting very thirsty but thankfully on close examination of the gag in a mirror she found out that there was a little indentation. With some experimentation she found out that she could drink through a straw pushed into a valve in the gag. She had to suck on it really hard but she was able to get some liquids into her body. Of course that came with the chilling thought that this gag was designed for very long-term wear.

  Towards the end of the day she started to send apologetic and begging text messages to Savannah, she didn't get any response. The phone finally rang ... a call last thing in the day. She stared at it for a moment, gulped into her gag and picked up the phone. Her friend was on the line 
    “Hello hello” she muffled a response back, there was laughter on the other end of the line. 
    “You were a naughty little girl, you tried that little kinky gag on buy yourself and you haven't worked out how to get it off right?” Tina mumbled into the phone and there was hysterical laughter on the other end of the line. She was almost ready to hang up but she really wanted to get the gag off. Her friend calmed down, 
    “look come over to my place and we can discuss getting that nasty old gag off and the penalty for touching my stuff without permission”! Tina didn't like the idea of suffering a penalty but she guessed that she probably deserved something for her hubris. She made a muffled noise that she hoped sounded like an affirmative and then the phone went dead.

  Begrudgingly an hour later Tina went to see her friend, she moved slowly reluctantly as if she was dragging a ball and chain behind her heels. She felt nervous as she got closer and closer to the door. She paused outside the door her hand extended, she was ready to knock, she was also ready to beat a swift retreat. Her shoulders sagged and she knocked on the door in supplication. There was a commotion from inside, the clatter of footsteps then a couple of clicks as the front door was unlocked. The door swung all the way open, her friend grabbed her firmly by the shoulder and she was dragged inside. Almost tripping over her own heels and the mat as she hopped inside. Her friend looked her up and down. She was trying and failing to suppress a smile and a giggle at her guests expense. Tina was looking nervous as her friend gestured for her to take off her jacket and hang it up. Tina stood there in the hallway like a naughty schoolgirl who had just arrived to sit her detention, she was wearing a paper mask over the locked pacifier and a very nervous look.

  Savannah bent down to look at her, with the tip of her right hand she unhooked the mask to reveal the very tightly applied pacifier gag. Tina was starting to question her choice to go and see her friend, especially with the way that her friend was looking at the gag and playing with it. Tina's friend looped her index finger through the ring on the front and gave it a little pull, forcing an angry muffled cry from behind it and forcing Tina to lurch forwards. Her friend stroked her face, 
  “Well you didn't damage anything … not that you should be able to. You wouldn't believe how expensive that was, I wonder how you explained that little accessory to your colleagues. Considering your usual volume its good for them to get a bit of peace and quiet. I have to say that the gag looks so very good on you”. She stroked the face plate, 
    “It looks so very sexy on you and you just look so sexy and helpless”. Tina blinked she didn't know that Savannah was bisexual, she had never come onto her before in all the years that they had known each other, she blushed a bit. Her friend grinned, 
    “Now that you tried the gag you might as well try on the rest of the costume for the BDSM party, I insist”.

  Savannah swiftly moved between Tina and the door. Miss Travant was getting very nervous. She felt rather trapped, especially as her friend locked the top lock on her front door. A lock that Tina couldn't ever reach. Tina felt as if she was being circled by a shark, her friend was making her very nervous, Tina was acutely conscious of just how big a gap there was between them physically. Then for a second, she seemed to relent and get on with releasing the gag. Tina felt the tension ebb away as Savannah seemed to easily manage to unlock the gag. She pulled the ring out a little and twisting it about in a precise pattern. For a moment Tina was relieved that after over twelve hours of being thoroughly muffled she would at long last be un-gagged.

  But it turned out not to be exactly what Tina was thinking it was, there was no act of charity on Savannah's part. Instead of doing whatever was necessary to release her jaw Savannah went in the opposite direction. Two twists of the external pacifier ring and the gag bulb was suddenly getting a lot bigger and the lock on Tina's jaw a lot tighter. Then the far tighter more stifling more severe gag was firmly relocked. Savanah pressed the ring in at the centre all the way in again with a big menacing click. Maddeningly Tina finally realised that to a certain degree it was like the ring acted as both an anchor point and some sort of combination lock, something which she had no idea of the code for.

  Tina looked indignantly up at her friend who reached down and kissed her on the side of the head. Before she knew what was going on Tina's right arm was pulled up her back and she was dragged into the front room. She was swiftly wrestled by her friend and forced into the cushions of the sofa. Held down, with a hand on her back. Savannah tried to use a soothing voice. 
    “Now Titchy, you’re in too far to back out, the event is tomorrow and I have to bring you in firmly in hand”. She didn't like being called that, the more severe gag or the implication of what that might unfold at the BDSM party if the gag was just one part of her outfit. She tried to get up off the couch only to have a firm hand land on her bottom making her indignantly screech into the gag, only to discover she barely made a tiny squeak now, not that her previous volume had exactly been impressive with the gag in place.

  Tina sat on the couch her ego bruised far more harshly than her bottom, for the moment she behaved. Savannah reached down and pulled out a second longer bright pink box with Tina's unflattering nickname etched upon it. She was curious despite what had already happened and reached forwards. When it was opened it revealed what looked like a pair of long pink gloves, sitting on a frilly silk lining. But after a second to Tina's horror she realised that they had no fingers or thumbs. If she was wearing them on her hands she would be unable to do very much, and they looked like they would be as solid and escape proof as the pacifier gag. So once they were on they wouldn't be coming off in a hurry. Savannah started to tug at her guests jacket, 
    “Come on its time to change”, Tina turned crimson red at the idea of being forced to strip, she shook her head defiantly.

  Savannah shrugged her shoulders, if Titchy didn't want to do it the easy way she didn't mind. Miss Hemming then pushed her guest down onto the sofa and pinned her in place with her body weight. The one sided wrestling match lasted all of a few seconds. Quickly Tina lost her jacket and shoes. The jacket had offered a little protection but the shoes were more psychological. She was now effectively 4 inches shorter without them and it had an impact on her to lose them. As they were confiscated something snapped in Tina and she tried to resist seriously. Her efforts resulted in her being smothered locked inescapably between the larger woman's muscular thighs.

  There was a big grin on Savannah's face as Tina ended up with her nose locked smothered in the larger woman's damp pussy. A thin layer of underwear and hosiery all that lay between them, it also left Tina with absolutely no air. She looked up from between her captors legs her eyes big and frightened. Savannah looked down and lectured her prey, 
    “Now Titchy, I can’t exactly say that I regret doing this. … Actually I rather enjoy doing this to you … In-fact I think that this is where you belong. The more you resist the more I squeeze. And well … the more I enjoy myself, so keep resisting and it’s going to get very harsh for you very quickly”.

  Savannah flexed her thighs again, she reached down and pushed on the back of her prisoners head firmly gripping her hair completely submerging Tina in her crotch. The captive was smothered into total darkness her lungs were burning and all she could smell was her captors wet plump aroused flesh through the thin fabric of her panties. Tina's lungs felt as if they were on fire and the rest of her body was feeling weak. It was as if she had led weights had been strapped to every limb at once. Tina gave up her resistance, presenting her arms and hands to be bound with the mittens. The winner of their little wrestling match smiled 
    “Good girl”. She patted her new slave girl on the head allowing her to gasp some air in but not releasing her. In short order the little blond received a pair of thick solid rubber pink elbow length escape proof mittens. They were tightly forced over her hands and up her arms while her head was still getting gently squeezed as a precaution.

  Tina was really getting embarrassed, Savannah was meticulous tugging at both of the mittens. Then there was a sharp pull around Tina's wrists and a click a sharp tug on her elbows and another disturbing little click. Happy that everything was in place her captor released Titchy from being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste. Tina sat there on the floor on her knees looking at her hands in horror, her vision was blurred and all she could see were two pink flippers. Her captor got up, and patted her on the head. 
    “There there, not such a big deal, no need to be a brat. I tell you what if you can get out of those mittens then I will give you the option of backing out of the party”. With a very small glimmer of hope Tina was left alone in a locked room. Her friend or should that be captor shouted through the door, 
    “I am going off to get you a nice little surprise and some other parts of your costume ready”!

  That sounded ominous, Tina didn't want to see the rest of her costume. Judging from the current samples she had, let alone wear it. She was sure whatever Savannah called a nice surprise would probably not be that nice from her point of view, not that she had much option to object. She really had to escape very soon or her predicament was only going to get much worse. She tried to manipulate her gag with the mittens, the same way Savannah had unlocked it before. If she had her teeth free at least she could grip something with them. Tina found that she didn't have that fine motor control with the mittens or really any motor control at all. Tugging at them she quickly found that the mittens were really secure, she couldn't move a single finger that was trapped inside them. It was as if they were glued rigidly in place. Looking at the mittens closely there seem to be reinforcing straps at both the wrist and elbow on the mittens clamping them to her arms. Though the outer layer was rubberised the rest was not, they had been tightly laced and locked shut, there was no way out.

  She paused in her pointless fiddling, on her skin there was an odd pricking. On all of her fingers she could feel a tickling sensation. It was on the inside of the mittens, it almost felt like they were sticking to her skin. She panicked rubbing them against each other, thumping them on the table on the wall wailing into the gag. However despite this the mittens were really strong, so she couldn't do anything to them. No matter what happened or how much she struggled or screamed, ten minutes of frantic wriggling bending and flexing her arms accomplished absolutely nothing. She calmed down a little. When she did think with a clear head she realized that Savannah had taken her jacket and shoes with her, effectively confiscating them.

  If Tina had the edge of her jacket buckle or the point of her heel she might have been able to do something to the mittens, prying open the buckle or pulling them off. Looking around the room everything was out of her reach, not that there was anything she could see. There was nothing to smash or use as a leaver, all the furniture was rounded with no convenient edges. The room felt like it was designed deliberately as a prison so that she had nothing to hand, the solid furniture was too heavy to move. The television and other items high up on the wall, there was no clutter for her to smash to get say a sharp piece of glass or really any other options available.

  When her friend came back she made Tina gasp. Savannah had stripped down to something much more intimate. She had lost her jacket skirt and top. She was just dressed in her bra and pantyhose with the addition of some very high heeled pumps. Her legs looked spectacular in the 5 inch heels with the silky underwear and the nylon tights. She carried a large blue bag which she put to one side on a chair, she turned to Tina and smiled with a hungry look. 
    “What's the matter Titchy, you haven’t managed to escape yet? I guess you do want to stay and try on your costume after all, go to the party and play the slave girl”. Tina gulped and took a step back, her friend took a step forwards, her hips swaying in the heels.

  She was on Tina in a moment she was getting far more intimate the more helpless her prisoner was. It was making her much bolder to have the tiny blond at her mercy. Tina tried to resist the taller woman's advances. Before she knew what was happening her arms were twisted and she was back between Savannah's thighs being tightly smothered again. After a little more struggling Tina realised that Savannah was really getting off on having her wiggling about between her legs. She immediately stopped struggling and was finally given a rest-bite to catch her breath.

  Tina didn't resist Savannah’s hands as she lost her white blouse and little padded bra. Her bra did usually add a bit to her cleavage, but it was mostly to hide other details. Its loss revealed something that her friend was already aware of, something quite obvious without the bra. The beleaguered prisoner was pulled onto the couch with her host. She was soon being kissed on the cheek and neck on her shoulders and cuddled as if she was being crushed like a very large soft toy. Her captor pulled a couple of items from the bag, she stroked her hair, 
    “Your such a pretty little girl”. There was a scathing look back over the gag. Tina swiftly found her hair combed out and flattened down. She hated that as she spent a fortune to get her hair to stand up, to give her extra volume and height. She certainly didn't want the two pink ribbons for pigtails that were provided. However it was not like she had much option on the matter, or could even voice her objection.

  The sinister contents of the bag was not revealed to the prisoner just yet. Savannah looked around the front room, she seemed to be thinking. 
    “Really Titchy we need a proper place to do this”. She patted the blue bag, 
    “Not just yet”, she picked it up, 
    “I have somewhere to show you”. Tina was grabbed by the ring on the front of her gag and pulled to her feet. She considered trying to wiggle out of her captors grip and make a break for it, however she knew the front door was firmly locked, she didn't know of any other way out. She felt an ominous feeling rising in the pit of her stomach as she was dragged deeper into the house. She received quite a surprise. There was something that she had not seen before, something that she had walked past dozens of times. A detail she had never noticed in the hallway. A large panel pulled out to one side from some magnetic clips and revealed some stairs leading ominously down.

  Her captor picked her up and tossed her over her shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Tina was carried down into the basement, the lights were on sensors activating as they approached. It was all solid concrete painted grey. There was a little area with what looked like a security door. Her captor put her back down then entered a code. The door sprung open and Tina was led into a room that looked like a combination between a very harsh maximum security prison and a nursery. There were a couple of equally solid doors leading off from the cell. Savannah patted her on the head 
    “Welcome to your new room”. Tina whimpered into her gag, she had a very nervous feeling on exactly how long she would be staying as a house guest with Savannah.

  Her captor held up Tina's bound hands and gave them an experimental tap, 
    “That heat activated adhesive cement should have completely set by now. There is absolutely no way you’re getting those mittens off without soaking them in solvent. Isn't that marvellous Titchy, you’re so pretty and so helpless you need your new 'auntie' to take good care of you”. Tina panicked again she flailed about trying to resist what she thought was about to happen to her. Savannah had the situation well in hand and had her new slave under her complete control. She spun her little abductee around and pushed her firmly up against a wall. Tina tried to fight back only to have her arms pulled behind her back and folded into a secure double armlock. Tina became even more hysterical as the end of one mitten was deftly pulled, releasing a strap from the restraint. It extended out from one mitten, then came up over her shoulder round her neck. It travelled over her collar bone linking to the other mitten by the opposite shoulder looping through a fastener at the end, joining them together tightly.

  Savannah bend down and kissed her plaything on the cheek next to her gag. Then gave the strap linking the mittens a harsh pull tightening the restraint with all her strength. Every bit of slack was removed making sure that Tina's arms were now trapped behind her back very tightly folded. Then to emphasise the certainty of her imprisonment and her hopeless predicament she could hear a click as the strap was locked in place, followed with a little adjusting as the end of the strap was tucked away neatly. As distressed as the pretty prisoner was she couldn't make a single bit of noise in protest as much as she wanted to beg for mercy, the pacifier gag was just far too effective!

  Her friend started cuddling her again squeezing her bottom with impunity, running her soft hand up and down the girls thigh between her legs. Referring to her as, 
    “A naughty little girl that needs to be harshly punished, and strictly bound”. Tina strained pulling her arms left and right but her shoulders remained pulled back her arms folded away behind her. She did manage to wiggle her elbows but that wasn't going to grant the prisoner her freedom. While she struggled her captor was playing with her breasts. Tina couldn't pull away as Savannah leant in close whispering in her ear in a seductive tone. 
    “Now you need to think of me as your new dominating auntie, or perhaps better as a strict governess who needs to discipline restrain and punish you, until you behave like a good little girl”.

  She was obviously not literally her aunt, it was just a stupid sick nick name, there was no family relation. Her new governess started to move lower to cuddle her tummy and rub two of her fingers between her captives legs causing Tina to moan into her gag. She couldn't get away, however she reacted in a stupid but desperate way. She tried to kick and headbutt her captor, despite her bound state and there difference in stature she tried to fight her jailers advances off as futile as that was.

  Her pathetic efforts to escape and resist only amused her captor. Savannah looked down at her, cuffing her round the ear. 
    “Naughty girl, did you just try to kick auntie, bad brat … I guess you need something further to keep you in line”. Her captor opened the bag getting something else ready. Tina heard the rattling of buckles, she couldn't resist as her arms were further restricted with a broad pink leather strap. It was wrapped around her folded elbows woven in and out and round them then round her chest below her cute little breasts and clinched painfully tight. It was pulled fast with some sort of ratchet locking mechanism on the belt. It pulled her limbs back further and put a lot of pressure on her elbows and shoulders.

  She screamed in pain into her gag. Her eyes went wide as dinner plates and she started to tear up. It was so very effective as a punishment for trying to lash out. No matter how much she struggled or tried to scream she couldn't get out of the restraints, if she had a decade to work on them she would remain just as firmly trapped at the end. Now 'auntie' was starting to cuddle her again like a little pet, her roaming hands feeling up her bottom, squeezing her breasts like little bits of ripe fruit. Savannah was enjoying the indignant frustrated look on Tina's red tear streaked face and she had only really just begun.

  Six months ago in an effort to show she was an adult Tina had gotten some rather noticeable modifications. On one drunken night a barely lucid Tina decided to prove she was an adult with the instillation of a pair of quite prominent rather heavy duty bar nipple studs. Her nipples were quite large and plump yet the bars were still quite prominent especially on her small breasts. But then that was the point in her drunken mind, the reason why she got them. Some sort of exhibitionist streak that ran through her that demanded her to be noticed to stand out.

  Her captor pulled the bag open again, unwrapping something that looked like a bright pink bib combined with a thick over shirt and a bundle of straps. Tina tried to dart out of the way but Savannah anticipated her move. The garment was pulled over her head despite her wriggling. It was apparent that it was very tight and there seem to be straps and laces at the back to make it even tighter. Her captor really enjoyed tightening them all up. Squeezing the air out of her victim one degree after the next tightening up the garment with laces and straps.

  Very quickly an immense amount of pressure was pushing on Tina's ribs. Her arms were held so tightly there outline was starting to be erased and compressed by the layer of straps. She was definitely not going to get free from this humiliating costume under her own power. Even if she wasn't restrained in the mittens she doubted that she could remove the jacket. It was hopeless she just seemed to be getting even more harshly tightened restraints added on top of her already immobilizing layers of pink attire. Every single time she fought back she got bound even more tightly and groped more intensely. Still she reflected bitterly, ironically it felt really good to have two of Savannah's fingers rubbing over her clitoris while she was so tightly bound and gagged. Tina realised that her captor was testing her to see how much wiggle room she had left before tightening the garment, yet again leaving her humiliated flustered flushed crimson red and frustrated.

  There was a thick belt integrated at the bottom of the bib top, right at the bottom edge of the garment. In the course of finishing off securing the restraint it was pulled really tightly. Clamping in place on Tina's body just above her hips. It seemed to lock with the same ratchet mechanism making it impossible for her to remove. Tina knew that there was more as she could see a crotch strap hanging down and she could just guess what further humiliation awaited her. Considering that she was being dressed as a fetishistic version of a baby she would probably get a diaper and the crotch strap added on really snug to make sure that she had no way to escape from it. Tina blushed red at the thought of her impending total infantilization. She realized that her nipples were poking through two reinforced holes in the pink bib. It was built specially for her, that was disturbing! How long had Savannah been preparing this for her? It was certainly more than a couple of days, she had been the one stupid enough to walk into this trap, she sobbed into her gag again.

  The governess grinned wickedly, with a little screwdriver and some fidgeting she removed Tina's bar piercings. They were none to gently replaced with something that seemed about five times heavier. Tina was now the proud owner of a pair of very large thick D ring piercings screwed shut in their place. Each D ring was at least large enough for two of Savannah's fingers to be slipped into play to get a really good grip on the piercing. They stuck out quite a way her nipples were as hard as they could be uncomfortably aroused. Auntie showed her slave just how useful they were by hooking her little fingers into the rings and pulling Tina close. A couple of good hard tugs on her nipples and she was as compliant and submissive as anything. Tina stopped any hint of struggling immediately, the defiance in her eyes melted.

  Her nipples were then tormented flicked nibbled and licked she dare not pull away or resist, not that she entirely wanted to resist. Her nipples were pulled up so that she was force to balance precariously on her tip toes. She couldn't fight back and was absolutely terrified. Also she was not entirely sure why her nipples were as hard as bullets and her pussy was getting wet, was she enjoying this perverted abuse? Savannah started to roll her nipples around with her tongue. Tina could feel herself panting and her eyes were stating to roll back in her skull. The pacifier gag also did a dam good job of muffling her moans of pleasure at the attention her engorged nipples were receiving.

  It was over in a moment leaving her frustrated again, Titchy was lifted up and placed on a sturdy table with a mat on the top. A few snips from a pair of scissors and she lost her panties stockings etc. Her bottom half was now completely naked, completely vulnerable. The patient was pushed back on the table, her ankles were then strapped wide apart held like she was in a perverted version of a gynaecologists chair. Held in this vulnerable position Savannah towered over her then dived down between her legs. Tina was slowly licked to the edge of orgasm over the course of twenty minutes. She was desperately giving the gag a very good work out, Savannah was as talented at administering pleasure as she was at administering the restraints. Her governess certainly knew what she was doing, then when Tina was about to cum the stimulation abruptly stopped. Then out of nowhere a circular metal clamp was pressed down and clipped over her clitoris making her go mad screaming into the gag. It was utter agony with the blunt little spikes on the inside of the device trapping her flesh clamping down on her most sensitive area as if that nub of flesh was held in a toothed vice.

  The Governess went back to licking her prisoners labia, for just a moment to keep her excited. The Clitoris clamp was only just the start. Seemingly out of nowhere a larger oval clamp made up of two layers of surgical steel sized at about the diameter of Tina's pussy lips was brought into play. Her captor moved it into place working the lips of her labia between the two metallic pieces. Then she pushed down with her palm compressing the device. It locked tightly in place with a click clamping and stretching, the mechanism's springs compressing Tina's pussy lips between two layers of blunt biting teeth. The pacifier gag again contained her desperate high pitched screamed objection. Less than five seconds ago she was on the point of exploding in pleasure, now she was howling in utter agony her world exploding in sharp inescapable pain. Yet still perversely she felt excited and aroused by the harsh treatment that she was receiving.

  Savannah gently worked one two then three fingers into her prisoners pussy. A very long spiky bristly sex toy was held up in front of her. Tina was worried where it was going to go, she was very nervous at the size disparity between her body and the pink toy. Her captor had put on long rubber gloves, the object in her hands was smothered with a lot of lubricant jelly and pushed home into her pussy, the labia and clitoris clamps were just out of the way with enough room to let the plug slide in. Tina found that the plug only went so far into her pussy before its girth seemed to be too much for her to take. Savannah wiggled it a little bit and forced it in deeper and deeper until the base of the toy was resting against the clitoris and labia clamps. Tina felt that with the assault she was now bow-legged as she was released from the table. With her legs free she still had all of the clamps and the toy in place. Then disconcertingly she started to realise that there was something in the lubricant. Some chemical or solution activated as her pussy started to itch intently.

  That was the reason that her captor was wearing the gloves. Tina didn't want it inside her body so she pushed in an effort to expel the invader and the horrible sensation. The plug shifted a little way slowly moving out of her body. But then Savannah had her hand on it. She pushed into a notch at the base of the plug. There was a dull click and the toy expanded rather harshly. The slave felt like the plug was now the shape of a pine cone with blunt spikes lodged the wrong way up inside her pussy. It would be quite hard to expel if her captor let her. Instead she pushed it in a bit deeper, at the right angle the base of the plug linked up with the clamp attached to her labia and clitoris locking them together it was firmly trapped in place now. With her harsh governess to hand it was staying locked in place by the pressure, if she tried to expel it she would be in absolute agony from the attached clamps.

  The clever mechanism had rubbery barbs designed to go one way, they were pushing against the sides of her pussy, she would remained stretched filled and desperately stimulated. 
    “Naughty girl, don't you dare try and push it out. If you try again you’re going to be punished far more harshly”. Tina was released from the grip then spanked over her captors knee. She was put back up on the table but the other way up, face down. She was then introduced to a butt-plug that looked like it wouldn't fit into her slim body under any reasonable circumstances. These were not remotely reasonable circumstances.

  She struggled as much as she could face down bent over the table. A strap was wrapped around her waist. She had a spreader pushed against her butt cheeks and cranked open. The plug was lubricated a lot, there was a lot of force but it wouldn't go in. The spreader was cranked with more force. Backwards and forwards round and round the tip of the plug was moved about, then the tip was in forcing her sphincter open. Tina realised that she was screaming into her gag. She was not at all happy as inch by inch the plug was worked inside her. She relaxed a bit when the plug was forced up inside her pushed right to the base, thinking it was over. She was still crying and red in the face by now.

  She got a really nasty surprise, it was just the beginning as the spreader was removed but a pump was attached to the plug and it was inflated with a couple of pumps. The pressure was absolute agony and it was intense. Tina was crumbling both physically and mentally as she couldn't get away. A rubber doughnut was inflating both sides of her sphincter muscle pressing and forcing it open locking the plug firmly in place. Her friend pumped the plug again and again. Tina's vision was going foggy and she was crying a river of tears, what had been erotic a few moments ago was now just a harsh violation.

  She was screaming into the very effective pacifier gag. Then she stopped trying to fight as Tina realised that the pump had been disconnected. For a second, she breathed a sigh of relief. Just in time to see her captor bringing over a ridiculously huge plastic syringe which must have held about 2 litres of soapy water. It was lined up and the nozzle linked to part of the plug. In it went with a very uncomfortable flood of warm soapy water directly into her guts. That was followed by intense muscle cramps and spasms. More of the same followed it was like she was being slowly inflated over the course of ten minutes. Then Savannah got another syringe full of the same soapy water ready to join the first. It was a desperate futile struggle against her restraints as she tried to fight back or wiggle away. She couldn't escape and, in the liquid, went, to slowly join the first syringe fully administered over the course of another ten minutes. Titchy was trying to whimper into the gag but it was just too well designed.

  Tina was straining against the huge plug in a desperate attempt to relieve her suffering but no there was no luck no reprieve, resistance was utterly futile. She got another spanking for trying to make a mess of the room. A wire cable of some sort was plugged into the butt-plug, Tina became quite nervous. Something small and thin was held up in front of her face. A long ribbed rubber plug with a tiny diameter was forced into her urethra, it was horrible and unsettling but not the largest problem that she had to contend with. Her governess added a puffy pink adult diaper 
    “for any leaks” and put it on Tina. Her captor liked to layer the restraints as she then added a rubber diaper, pulling it over her slave girls crotch then at long last the crotch strap was pulled fast pushing all the other plugs and accessories even more uncomfortably deeper into position.

  Her friend stripped off completely naked, cuddling Tina a bit then finally bringing her over to a side room. Tina saw that there was a very secure crib or cage all ready for her. It was a combination of both of them together at the same time. It was made from metal bars, square sections. It didn't look comfortable, more like something you would lock a rabid wild animal in to keep them prisoner. Even if it had been painted a bright bubble-gum pink it didn't seem appealing in the slightest way. As they got closer it was still no more appealing, however Tina realised that with the size of the cage, she would just barely fit into it. And that was if she was placed into a very tight hog-tie or folded up in a similar uncomfortable manner.

  Savannah added strange booties to her little girls outfit. They were applied to Tina's feet. First the thick cover on each boot was pulled back revealing a locking metal frame. Tina's ankle and toes were locked into the frames one on each foot. Now she had her feet rigidly held into an endpoint position her toes curled all the way back with no way to uncurl them. It was very severe and unusual. The prisoner couldn't really move her feet about much at all, it was very strict. Then the padded cover was moved back over the frames. There was no chance Tina could ever walk in them, if she tried she would be reduced to a pathetic crawl. Her legs were covered in rubber knee high pink socks then matching cuffs were put on her ankles. Only when she was this thoroughly packed did her captor bend her back even further. To place her in a tight ankles to elbows hog-tie that put an unrelenting pressure on her spine.

  Her auntie kissed her on the side of the head, and showed her a set of three tiny pink hoods and a very thick rigid posture collar. Tina screamed hysterically into the pacifier gag, her sight and hearing was about all she had left. She was shaking her head begging for mercy. Instead she got a couple of ear plugs then a pink rubber hood with tubes that went up her nose, it was pulled tightly into place. Of course a space was left on the hood for the pacifier ring and for the tube connection for feeding to stick out. Tina suffered a claustrophobic panic that saw her pulling desperately against the restraints again. She felt the second thicker rubber hood pulled over the first, her head was stroked to calm her down. Then a thin leather hood was laced tightly in place over the rubber. She couldn't see it now but of course it was a vibrant pink.

  There was still a gap in each hood other than nasal holes to breathe through where a feeding tube could be inserted through all the layers. The choking posture collar was added on snugly round her prisoners neck. Tina's head was pulled back via a strap linking to the hood pulled in to part of the insanely tight hog-tie. Savannah liked what she saw but she could do better, which is to say she pulled it a little bit tighter until she could practically feel Tina's spine twitching against the pressure placed upon it by the sadistic hog tie.

  Titchy was placed in the tiny secure crib, there was a moment of relief as it was padding below her beleaguered body not just bare metal. She was put on her side, still it was a tight fit to get her all the way in. A little pink pillow was wedged under her head. Four heavy rubber straps were employed to hold her in place, not that she could even wiggle. Then over them a rubber blanket was stretched and clamped tightly clinging to her form tight over her body. As a good bye for the night her auntie gave her a nice long tummy rub. Tina felt the water sloshing about inside her and she had no escape. Her muscles were knotting and spasming. It was utter agony with her poor inflated tummy held inside the restraints, she would pay just about any price to escape her predicament.

  Mistress Hemming kissed her new slave girl on the forehead. She put a feeding tube into the pacifier gag adjusting the positioning to make it even more strict. The wire from the butt-plug was connected to a big battery, it starts to vibrate very low and slow. The lid to the crib was lowed carefully and locked down with two big clinking padlocks. Then a humble baby monitor was set and Tina was left for the night. She had to start sucking on the pacifier as she was force fed, or she would be choked. She was utterly helpless and terrified sobbing into her gag. The little blonds body started to react to the anal plugs vibrations. The itch in her pussy was steadily growing, she realised that she was slowly getting turned on despite all the other painful and simply distracting stimulations. She was soon going to be a very submissive tamed little slave girl who would learn to live with perpetual strict bondage every moment of every day, held on the edge of orgasm but perpetually denied by her merciless towering mistress, what a price to pay for an invitation to a party!

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