Sara had been involved with an internet chat group for about a year, each member sharing adventures and ideas of their personal bondage and self-bondage. The group had encouraged Sara to start her own website devoted to her sessions with a few of the members guiding her through the process of setting up the web site.
The site ‘Submissive Sara’ went live only taking a few weeks to start actually earning money for Sara. Sara had already amassed a large collection of self-bondage equipment and sex toys so the first year was relatively easy to keep the content fresh.
As the membership increased the more Sara was asked to increase her content, being naturally submissive Sara felt she had to work harder. Sara got into the habit of coming home from work cleaning herself quickly then dressing for her evening of self-bondage.
Sara had found online a module that could be used by the members to control any Bluetooth unit. After finding it she increased her toys that were Bluetooth capable so now each evening and every weekend her pleasure would be up to her members.
Sara had chosen a full rubber catsuit for tonight’s attire inserting two vibrators when she had dressed in the morning. To keep them inside and limit her ability to remove them during the day she wore a pair of rubber bicycle shorts under her business skirt and blouse.
Before zipping up the front of the catsuit she had pulled up over the shorts Sara clamped each nipple before yanking the zipper up to the suit's collar. As soon as the suit was zipped Sara closed a two-inch-wide steel collar around her throat taking a small padlock using it to lock the zippers tab to the O-ring on the collar.
A pair of six-inch-high heels pumps with wide cuffs for ankle straps were locked around her ankles. As each lock was closed the keys were dropped in the magic box. The box was another Bluetooth controlled device she used to let the members control when she was allowed to free herself.
Currently like everything else the control feature for her members was cut off at twelve o’clock with the module opening all the locks it controls. The cut off allowed her time to get undressed and a few hours’ sleep before having to go to work, unless she was close to an orgasm then she would remain bound and gagged until she had climaxed.
Currently Sara normally slept in whatever she had dressed herself in and more often than not she kept her restraints on as well. Waking bound and gagged was exciting for her fueling her desire to continue to add to her predicaments.
Sara always hung her release keys from a low shelf in her bedroom, the keys would drop when the members allowed it or the timer ran out. The keys were only to allow Sara to free her wrists or arms giving her enough freedom to reach the magic box for the remainder of her freedom or to change her position if ordered to.
When Sara had dressed herself, she would enter her dungeon, it was a small bedroom in the house she used exclusively for her bondage games. Once inside she would close the door, listening to it lock, adding another obstacle to get to her release keys.
The members would have already chosen the remaining pieces to her evening's clothing, requiring her to apply whatever they had voted on before going any further. Tonight, it was her mouth spreading head harness, her least favorite leather corset with the final item surprising her.
The last item was a very sturdy chastity belt, the belt was one of the few pieces she had that couldn’t be controlled by Bluetooth. The members had voted that once it was locked on her she was to place the keys in the vault.
The vault was a small but strong safe bolted into the corner of the closet in the dungeon. The safe had two ways of being opened, one was a key which always lay in the lower corner of the safe floor. The other was a combination that could randomly be chosen and programmed in and it was connected to her computer.
The members couldn’t open it but they could set it to only give the combination when they wanted. Once something was locked into it Sara had no way to open the safe without the members giving her the combination, effectively locking her into whatever was secured by the keys inside it.
The option to use the safe was one of the few extras a member could purchase and it was the most expensive. During the whole time of her having the site up and running it had only been used once before.
The biggest concern was there were no limit settings on it, the computer in the safe couldn’t do anything but send the combination to whatever address it was given. The members knew if Sara was refused the combination under the terms agreed there would be serious consequences.
If Sara was forced to get her backup key the following day, not only would all members acquainted with the infraction be permanently removed from the site, their accounts would be charged the thousand dollar fine they had agreed to.
Sara started lacing the corset, the corset was thick black leather with no front busk opening. It had triple the boning with firm half cups to support her breasts. The most difficult part was the lower part covered her hips running almost straight across her upper thighs.
The corset was shaped to dramatically reduce her waist, restricting her chest and limiting her breathing. When it was tightened as tight as it would need to be to allow the belt to be closed, she would not be able to bend her torso at all.
The corset excited her, but the belt and safe scared her. Sara laced herself in front of the cameras in the room watching as the members zoomed and moved the cameras to get a better view. The members were encouraging her to keep lacing the corset listening to her grunts and moans as it crushed her body.
When the corset was almost closed Sara stopped, wrapping the steel belt around her waist squeezing herself hard until it clicked closed. Sara stood gasping for a moment before the members started demanding she continue.
Before she closed the crotch strap, she was ordered to put the head harness on using a lock for each buckle. Sara slipped the mouthpiece in, making sure her tongue went into the pocket designed to hold it firmly.
With her mouth spread wide and her tongue immobilized she began routing the straps under her long red hair. Each time she was about to lock a strap one of the members would order her to pull it another notch tighter.
When the harness was buckled there were six shining padlocks dangling from the buckles, all of which the keys were already locked in the magic box on the other side of the locked door. Sara had been forced to remain aroused all day so each time she was a little more restrained the more she wanted.
Now Sara reached between her legs grunting around the gag as she flexed and stretched inside the leather corset pulling the strap up and sliding its clasps into the locks. With loud clicks Sara was now locked into the heavy corset, rubber catsuit and head harness/gag.
Sara stood in the six-inch heels, her ankles wobbling slightly as her arousal increased as she stroked her confined body. The members allowed her to do it because they liked seeing her touching herself especially when her hands touched her steel covered pussy and clamped nipples.
They ordered Sara to put the key to the belt in the safe and lock it, laughing at her. In her dazed state she walked carefully across the room setting the key in the center of the safe and closed the door pushing the button to activate it.
Sara was now locked in the heavy steel belt until she was given the code, no matter what else happened she was locked in the belt and corset. The spare key was locked in a safety deposit box a few miles from her house and she would have to go there dressed in her rubber, corset and belt to get it.
Sara was ordered to lock cuffs around her elbows and wrists then take the three-way chain and lock it between her ankles. The chain was short between her ankles having a longer tail that could be used as a hogtie chain or to connect her wrists to keeping her bent over as she fought the restraints to breathe in the tight corset.
The short mag lock was connected to each elbow drawing them a few inches apart behind her back. Then she was ordered to kneel with her back to the dancer’s pole in one corner of the room. The chain between her ankles kept her from pushing them very far back, forcing them tightly around the pole.
Sara listened to the members telling her how they wanted her to route the chain before wrapping it around the pole then over her elbow connections then down to her cuffed wrists. The chain was too short so Sara had to pull her ankles up along the pole until she could grab her high heels.
When she could reach the end of the chain Sara whined and pleaded with the members before being ordered to lock it. Sara locked the chain in place hearing them cheer and order her to release her grip on her high heels.
Now Sara’s bound ankles dropped a few inches before pulling the wrist chain tight forcing Sara to lean on the pole resting only on her knees. The kneeling hogtie was how Sara spent the next four hours while the members all took turns at tormenting her with the vibrators.
When the restraints released Sara almost fell over taking several minutes to untangle herself from the chains. Sara still couldn’t remove any of the remaining restraints or gag but was grateful to be free from the pole.
The members stayed and watched her recovery urging her on as she slowly climbed to her throbbing feet. Watching her stagger through the door to get her keys. When she returned Sara sat chatting for a few minutes about her evening entertainment still wearing the harness and gag then asked about the safe code.
As the members waited for a response all that came up was “I’ll check in on you in the morning.” Sara was irritated, immediately charging the account and demanding the code now per the agreement.
Sara and the group sat watching only a blinking cursor knowing she was now going to spend the night in the corset and belt. Sara signed off stomping around for a few minutes before reluctantly going to bed thinking she couldn’t go anywhere until morning anyway.
The rest of the group apologized for the action of the individual asking if she really didn’t have extra keys. Sara thanked them for their concerns but if she had to, she could go to the bank in the morning. Sara signed off stroking herself in the rubber and corset brushing her nipples and wincing.
“Dammit!” Sara mumbled around the gag, realizing the nipple clamps were trapped under the rubber. With the corset locked on under the belt she couldn’t remove the suit to get access to remove the clamps.
Sara went to the bathroom using the mirror to try and see the clamps fumbling with them for several minutes. Sara was whining from trying to remove the clamps and failing, making her nipples throb.
Sara wanted to remove her remaining restraints but her need to orgasm was overwhelming so she went back to the dungeon. Sara set her vibrators to come on in five minutes grabbing the restraints she had taken off.
In her bedroom Sara had just restrained her ankles and wrists before the vibrators started buzzing lightly inside her making her lay back and start moaning. As the vibrations increased Sara started flailing and twisting on the bed taking only a few moments before exploding in a wonderful orgasm.
The vibrations continued causing Sara to convulse in multiple orgasms leaving her dizzy and confused. As Sara struggled in her restraints the vibrations slowly lessened until she was laying panting for air but very satisfied.
When Sara woke up, she was extremely sore, and slowly made herself climb to her feet and shuffle into the dungeon. Each step seemed to make her nipples scream and the tight corset felt like it was breaking her in half.
Sara released her wrists about to free her ankles when she heard her computer chime telling her someone was sending her a message. Sara opened the message and read, “Lock your wrists together now.” Sara recognized the user's handle and knew it was the person who had her code.
Sara thought for a moment, seeing her cameras were still live then locked her wrists together again. “That’s better.” She read, “Now you know who’s in charge, don’t you?” Sara was angry but strangely aroused as she typed “Yes.”
Sara played the submissive for an hour letting her mystery master find out the vibrators still inside her were dead. He demanded she recharge them immediately forcing Sara to remind him that she couldn’t since she was still locked in the belt.
The mystery master seemed to take pleasure in having her trapped and at his mercy making her admit she was his and he was in control several times before he gave her the code. Sara went to the safe, opening it and taking out the keys returning to her computer ready to let him have it.
When she got back, she read his last message telling her how well she had done and that they had enjoyed playing with her. Sara suddenly felt aroused and thankful for pleasing her master, thanking him for playing and for allowing her to be released.
Sara removed everything and lay in the tub thinking about her recent experience smiling hoping the mystery master would play with her again soon. Every free moment was now devoted to her site, Sara spent her nights and weekends bound and gagged, really starting to enjoy letting her members have more control.
As her daily adventures became more intense Sara was enjoying herself and being under the members control more each time, she gave up control. Then she began allowing certain members with predetermined items to pay to force her to wear them during her work days.
The items included several corsets, latex and rubber catsuits without gloves, any body suit or shorts including skirts and tops that she was easily able to cover. A few of the members had supplied different high heels that looked almost normal but forced her feet into strenuous positions.
Sara was starting to be forced to wear her corsets and high heels twenty-four seven and it seemed the members really enjoyed knowing she was encased in as much latex as possible. The agreement was if she removed anything during the workday, she would relinquish all control for the user that had made the request for the entire weekend.
Sara was using the members ideas on how to cover different things, increasing the items they could order her to wear. The chastity belt was requested at least once a week being forced to lock it over the corset always excited Sara.
When a member sent information on a new chastity belt and bra set, offering to pay for them, Sara couldn’t refuse. As she waited for her new chastity set the members figured out a way to use her rules against her. Five members bought her time in a catsuit on the same day. Sara wanted to decline but knew it would cost her four weekends of total servitude.
Sara also really wanted to know what it would feel like to be encased in so much rubber so she agreed. Sara stepped into the first suit with gloves and feet slipping into the second on easily having to lube the next three finding she wished she had not worn her corset under the first one.
When she was done, she had managed to get her knee-high platform boots laced and locked on using matching shackles around her wrists. The final part was two members ordering her to wear rubber hoods and once she had zipped the first one on, she stretched the second over it.
The hoods limited her breathing much more than expected but Sara locked the tall steel collar around her neck meaning she would have to cut the hoods to remove them. The members spent the next twenty-four hours tormenting Sara by making her clean her home, keeping her moving as she gasped for air.
When Sara was allowed to free herself, she was exhausted from the constant struggle in her rubber encasement; she went directly to bed feeling much more comfortable in her rubber prison than when she had started.
Sara started spending more time in multiple layers or rubber having really enjoyed it so she didn’t change the rules. Even during working hours Sara would wear more layers than before often letting the group encase her in up to four layers including her bodysuits and skirts.
As Sara continued allowing her members to extend her time under their control, she began to realize how much she enjoyed it. Her evenings were all planned for her by her members meaning each night she would fall asleep bound and gagged encased in layers of rubber.
The more she allowed the more the members responded by increasing their control, everyone enjoying her willingness to submit to them. Sara had added more cameras around her home, these were only active when she was online unlike the ones in the dungeon that were on at all times now.
When the chastity set arrived Sara had come home finding the package on her porch and excitedly came in squealing. Sara immediately logged on letting her members watch her strip to verify she had remained in the corset and leather catsuit that had been requested.
Sara strapped the head harness on filling her mouth without even being told to, not seeing the comments from the group to each other about how well she was trained. Sara was ordered to remove the tight leather stripping the damp leather from her body showing the wonderful new corset under it.
The corset had been gifted to her, designed to draw her waist in dramatically flaring over her hips while supporting her breasts. The top of the corset had Y straps over both breasts that connected to the corset in back.
Over each nipple were metal shields that covered each nipple completely, one looked like a sun with the other like a star with small padlocks that went through the shields and her pierced nipples. Sara hadn’t felt anything but pain from her nipples or been able to see them for weeks.
Sara opened the boxes pulling out the new steel bra, ripping off the plastic, squealing around her gag as she studied it. She saw it had openings for each nipple that would work perfectly with her collection of nipple shields.
The breast cages were incredible, shaped to keep her breasts bulging inside them, Sara had no idea the constant squeezing would make her nipples extremely sensitive. When she pulled the belt out, she noticed immediately the thigh cuffs were permanently attached.
Sara moaned as she looked at the belt, already looking forward to wearing it. Turning it over, she spotted the phalluses mounted to the much wider crotch strap. Sara looked up at the camera holding up her finger making a ‘shame on you’ motion.
Sara picked up the instructions, since she realized the belt was not exactly as she had ordered, realizing the member that had paid for it had changed the design. Sara sat back, propping her high heels on the arm of the chair and read the instructions.
Sara learned that the belt could tease, punish and please her through the phalluses and it was also able to be controlled by the group. The locks each had keys, but the key hole covers could be held closed by the Bluetooth, making it impossible to open the belt or bra.
Sara was very excited, reading the belt and phalluses never had to be removed for flushing or peeing, coming with the ability to use the included enema kit and urine container. Sara noticed the group ordering her to do different things asking them to converse first before making demands.
Sara plugged in the charger for the belt, setting it aside, even though she really wanted to lock it on herself. When the group decided, she retrieved her gear taking it to the dungeon before spending the next four hours bound in a strict hogtie distracted by her thoughts of the new belt.
The next morning Sara woke still on the floor of her dungeon having been teased for so long it had left her exhausted. Sara stripped down to her corset rushing to clean herself and get dressed for work.
Rushing to the kitchen, Sara passed her fully charged belt, stopping to laugh, grabbing it and the bra and quickly returning to her bedroom. With the cameras off in the house Sara knew she could play alone to try out the belt and bra.
Sara stepped into the belt and thigh cuffs, grateful the connecting bar had been kept instead of the normal chains so she could wear it out without making noise. She pulled the belt and cuffs up, settling the plugs into herself humming as they entered her.
With the plugs in far enough, she pulled the belt around her waist squeezing it very tight over the corset still unable to close it. Frustrated, she backed up to her lacing hooks, quickly drawing her corset a little tighter, being able to squeeze the steel hard enough to hear it click closed.
The crotch strap was designed to never be fully disconnected from the belt, just released a few inches away from her, so she pulled it upwards, seating both plugs deeper into herself. With the belt on Sara picked up the bra easing her breasts into the cages.
Sara carefully messaged her breasts fully into the cages guiding the small padlocks for the nipple shields through the openings. With the padlocks dangling, each stuck out slightly from the steel ring now trapping the shields inside the cages.
With her nipples taken care of, Sara pushed the chest strap together, having to squeeze it around the top of the corset. When the ends closed Sara turned the key and pulled it out before pushing down on the shoulder straps hearing them click into place.
Sara was giggling, locked in steel around her waist and chest, both items covering part of the corset she was wearing. Sara stroked herself briefly, sitting down in a chair to tighten the thigh cuffs, feeling the steel press tighter against her pussy and make her squeal slightly.
Sara rocked on the chair pushing the strap tighter, sealing her pussy and ass as the strap was pressed tighter against her. When she was done adjusting the crotch strap, she squeezed the thigh cuffs, closing them until her skin bulged around each cuff.
Sara was excited about being locked in her new steel glancing at the clock seeing she was going to be late. Jumping up Sara learned her first lesson, don’t try to hurry, the thigh cuffs restricted her stride considerably, almost making her fall.
Sara yanked up her long leather skirt tucking a business type blouse into the waist before wrapping a wide elastic belt around her. Sara felt the blouse brush her nipple locks, ignoring it as she stepped into a pair of five-inch heeled pumps dashing towards her car.
Sara was loving the restriction of the thigh cuffs already thinking about adjusting them closer together when she got home. Sara had just sat down in her car when the blouse pulled tight pressing both the locks downwards.
Sara yelped slightly from the hasps of locks pressing her nipples against the inside of the shields quickly pulling a little slack in the blouse. Sara spent the work day becoming more aroused both from the plugs inside her and the locks through her nipples teasing and pulling on her nipples every time she moved just right.
Sara had brought the keys with her, only realizing when she was at work she couldn’t remove the new steel, because she had no way to hide it if she did. For Sara it was a long day but as she drove home aroused and frustrated, she had already decided to remain locked as much as possible.
Sara had reset the limits, so as soon as she arrived home, she was now under their control until the last possible minute before needing to leave. As her members became more adept at controlling her, the more abilities she gave them.
After a few months Sara noticed her bank account had grown substantially; staying home and the increasing membership had allowed her to amass much more money than she had thought possible. Sara hadn’t had to charge anyone the extra thousand since that first time but the charges her normal members had been paying for had really added up.
It only took another month before Sara felt comfortable enough to leave her full time job explaining to the members what she was thinking. All the members encouraged her to spend more time on the site, assuring her she would continue to earn more money.
With some helpful advice from her members Sara had set her home up so she could receive everything she would need. A large delivery box was installed where the window next to her front door had been.
The box had four large compartments that once latched would be locked from the outside allowing her to remove the contents from inside the house. She would unlatch the outer door so the compartment could be used again.
With everything from groceries to new gear being delivered Sara could now stay indoors bound and gagged indefinitely. As Sara became more enrapt by being controlled and forced to submit daily the more, she relaxed the limits on her members.
Now her members, if they paid for it, could control her every movement or restrict them completely. Sara would spend days at a time bound in some form with special attention being paid to limiting her orgasms.
One evening Sara had been left to fend for herself, she had been ordered to encase herself in three layers of latex over a new rubber corset she had received. The last layer of rubber was a tight hobble dress pulled over a pair of thigh high boots with six-and half-inch heels locked on by wide steel shackles chained closely together.
Around her head was the members favorite head harness with a mouth splitting gag she had become very accustomed to. The harness was locked in six places before she shackled her wrists together a few inches apart.
Sara had done some shopping online, ordering some requested gear and clothing before going to her system's settings. Sara hadn’t been allowed to orgasm in four weeks even though she had been almost constantly stimulated in the steel belt and bra and was very horny.
The idea of relinquishing full control to her members excited her as she sat looking at the settings wondering if she could do it or not. Sara laughed as she thought about how much fun she had been having letting them control her life.
Sara decided it didn’t make a lot of difference since she already had just been resetting the controls as soon as her safety timers ran out anyways. Sara sat changing the settings one by one until she got to the time limits.
Sara started moving the slider bar across the screen until it reached six months, stopping there wondering what would happen if she told the members of the changes. With her arousal peaking and no real relief in sight Sara smiled around the gag as she hit Enter, saving the settings.
Sara added a note to the main members page explaining the changes to her programming only leaving out that they would all reset in six months. Sara was already hoping she would enjoy herself enough to either hit reset again or turn off the final control feature and submit totally to her members.
As the thought of being under the group's control forever ran through her mind her body shuddered and she screamed into the gag as a massive orgasm rushed through her. Sara made the new settings active now submitting to her members completely.
It took the group a few days to realize what she had done and what it meant, with two members paying for her new boots she had ordered. Sara had always wanted to wear ballet boots, finding with the less expensive boots walking was almost impossible for her.
When she explained this to the group, she was quickly allowed to order new ones made for her, unaware that once she had locked them on, she would be forced to wear them indefinitely. After the first pair of boots had been laced on, the entire group voted to make them permanent, locking wide steel shackles around her ankles.
Sara had been excited about the boots, until she was informed they would not be allowed to be removed ever. Sara was nervous but couldn’t stop herself from agreeing knowing she would eventually have to take them off for cleaning and trimming.
The group used the belt’s ability to punish Sara to make sure she learned to walk in the new boots. They were enjoying watching her shuffle around her home bound and gagged cleaning it over and over again while they motivated her.
Sara had slipped into a slight daze like condition doing as she was ordered only thinking about pleasing her members. Sara’s nights were filled with some complicated bondage scenarios, most ending with her still bound and gagged long after the members had signed off.
Her days dragged by slowly, unless she was ordered to bind herself in some way, but no matter how hard she tried to beg the group she was never allowed to orgasm. As Sara acclimated to the boots, she thought about how the corset had been the same way and now she never wanted it off.
After a few weeks of steady stimulation and denial Sara was desperate for some satisfaction typing as she sat bound and gagged for a second straight day. When she was finished, she read her plea before sending it to the group.
A few seconds after sending it her body convulsed with strong electrical pulses that slowly increased until she collapsed gasping for air. When she recovered, she started to read the answer, only able to get part way before she was punished again.
When the fourth punishment session was over Sara read a new comment, “Was the slave ASKING for something?”
Sara typed “No.”
Sara now spent her days and nights in full submissive mode, she never thought about release or if she would be allowed to orgasm again or not doing only as she was ordered and performing flawlessly.
When her six-month anniversary was approaching the group was no less enthused about having her as their toy then when she started. They had all talked about giving her a reward on the evening of her anniversary, all agreeing, but only after a full day of torment.
Sara had been corseted, trapped in the steel belt and bra, only allowed to adjust the connection between the thigh cuffs, to the point they were almost touching. The second pair of ballet boots had been locked on with both only being removed once a month for cleaning.
Sara wore the heavy shackles around her wrists and ankles permanently; like the wide steel collar and gag, they were only removed when ordered and immediately replaced. Sara was sent new gear and clothes regularly having amassed a huge collection of fetish gear and clothes but only allowed to wear what she was told to.
For two weeks she was trapped in a leather hobble dress that she had been ordered to lace as tight as possible, then forced to clean her home every day in it. Now the dress looked like it was formed onto her body showing her steel underwear, thigh cuffs crushing her legs together down to her pointed toes.
The dress made walking extremely difficult forcing her to just be able to slip one toe slightly ahead of the other before stopping her. Each foot she had to walk took about six steps making just crossing the room take twenty minutes and exhausting her. By the end of the second week Sara had improved her skills in the dress making the group start adding things to her predicament.
The group put time limits on her orders, punishing her when she couldn’t meet them. The dress had openings front and back for the flushing ports so removing it was unnecessary. Each day she was ordered to restrain her wrists and elbows differently, making her ability to perform her tasks more difficult.
At night Sara would be required to restrain herself in a position the group had chosen, after a while none of them seemed to care what she felt. The members only cared about how clever they could be, by coming up with new ways for her to restrain herself.
With all her releases now controlled by the members, Sara remained in whatever position she had been restrained in, until enough members logged on to vote to free her. For three days Sara had spent standing on her toes, with her arms pulled up her back by the remote-control winch.
With the cable running through her collar she could only turn in small circles whimpering, desperately trying to see the computer or find a way to free herself. When she was released, she had to clean herself and change clothes before cleaning up the mess her bladder had made.
When the members sent her four small winches that were easily attached to her bed posts the positions she could be restrained in increased. The possibilities seemed endless with the members coming up with new more strenuous positions for her each night and some days.
After four months of total control, Sara was ready for it to end. Her frustration caused by being endlessly bound and gagged while locked in the belt and bra was making her desperate. When she was allowed to type on the site, she begged to be allowed to orgasm; the group would tease her about being released, then punish her for asking.
Sara quickly explained she had no desire to be released from their control only to be allowed to orgasm occasionally. Immediately she was given challenges with the promise of being forced to orgasm if she completed them, with each being designed to be almost impossible.
Sara continued her captivity, enjoying most of her time helpless, desperately wanting to be allowed to climax and at the same relishing the frustration of being unable to. The group came up with a new idea for a challenge, having her set it up without telling her what they were going to do.
Sara secured the heavy leather sleep sack to her bed by the straps at the foot and shoulders of the sack. When she connected a winch cable from each end of the bed to the zipper, she started getting excited. Sara loved the mummy bag, the feeling of being totally helpless inside it only wishing there was someone to tighten the laces for her.
More straps were added to each side of the sack then she was ordered to put on the thick rubber hobble dress. The dress was made from rubber that felt like her old bicycle inner tube, even getting her arms through the long sleeves was a fight.
When Sara had struggled into the dress she tiptoed to the bed, the head harness she had been wearing for a few days had gotten comfortable so she hadn’t given any thought to asking to remove it. Her steel shackles had been locked over the dresses sleeves and the matching collar locked over the tall neck of the dress covering the zipper tab.
The sack had a matching hood that covered her face and head, when laced tight enough it hugged her entire head. The hood left only two small holes under her nose and a gromet near her mouth to breathe through. Sara laced it tightly, humming as she felt it surround her head squeezing it firmly.
Sara wiggled and fought her way into the sack, with her pointed toes pushed as deep as possible making the sack tighter on her shoulders. Sara had struggled into the sack before but only when she had someone to help her but eventually even with her arms in the internal sleeves, she managed to get the sack over her shoulders.
Sara was trying to catch her breath after her struggles, suddenly remembering with the thick panel covering her gagged mouth and chin, she would only be able to breathe through her nose. Sara started trying to wiggle out of the sack when she felt the zipper moving upwards quickly securing her arms in the sleeves.
Sara felt the zipper climb up to her chest then neck and stop and knew she was trapped and tried to relax and control her breathing. Sara found the group's idea was to tease her trapped in the sack for at least twenty-four hours.
Sara was tortured for almost two days, the fight to breathe continuously ruined her teasing turning it quickly in to torture. Sara wanted to cum so badly she was weeping in frustration with the weeping increasing her difficulty of breathing.
When Sara felt the zipper being lowered, she immediately began fighting the leather panting and gasping through her nose. When Sara finally shrugged the leather off herself, she reached up, unlacing the hood and ripping it from her head.
The group didn’t understand why she was so upset, as she knocked several cameras down and banged on her computer. When she slowed her attack, she noticed the countdown was almost two days past its expiration time.
Sara stared stunned at what she saw, taking a moment to double check she wasn’t dreaming then turning the entire system off. Sara waited for the code to be given to her, peeling the tight rubber dress and harness off herself.
When the code arrived, Sara grabbed her keys, squealing loudly as she headed to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. While she waited for the water, she unlocked the shackles around her ankles removing the boots rubbing her feet, moaning from the relief. The water heated up and Sara removed the steel locked on her body, along with the corset she had been locked into for over six months. Sara stood looking at her naked body, rubbing her breasts, moaning at the sudden freedom while having a strange feeling nagging at her.
Sliding into the tub Sara moaned some more as she laid back and stretched herself out letting the hot water start easing the deep lines out of her body. When Sara felt relaxed enough, she eased a small vibrator into herself, turning it on low. She lay playing with her sensitive nipples smiling at the lines in her breasts from the steel cages.
Even on low it only took a few minutes before Sara exploded in a massive orgasm that left her shuddering and shaking unable to make a sound. Sara lay in the water making herself orgasm over and over until she didn’t think she could take another and climbed out of the tub.
Sara collapsed on her bed, sleeping deeply for about twelve hours, waking up starving and going to get something to eat. Sara didn’t realize she was walking on her toes until she reached the kitchen, whining loudly when she tried to stand flat footed.
Sara went back to her room lacing the ballet boots back on; seeing one of her corsets hanging and quickly laced it on as well. Sara felt better and fixed herself a large meal, spending the afternoon nibbling and watching TV in the corset and boots.
As Sara sat watching TV every so often, she would jump up and run to her bedroom. Each time she returned she was wearing another piece of leather. Now she lay watching TV with a head harness that had scared her when she had received it.
The harness had straps that were much wider than any other she had with two places to lock each strap. The panel was more of a lower face mask, it covered from just under her nose to in front of each ear and under her chin to her neck.
The phallus attached to the panel had a small tube through it so she could be fed and breathe easier. The phallus was shaped to fill her mouth completely while encasing her tongue. When she put it on, she had to insert her tongue as far as she could before plugging the small opening for the pocket.
The plug effectively trapped her tongue in the pocket so she was unable to move her tongue in any way. When the harness was strapped tight it almost felt like she was wearing a full hood and with the dual padlocks dangling from each of the six straps just cutting it off would be a challenge.
Sara lay panting for air having readjusted the corset twice and now it was squeezing her almost as tight as the one she had been locked into for so long. The steel shackles with their short chains were now locked over the ankles of the toe boots.
Sara had deliberately adjusted the top of the corset to crush her breasts as much as she could, still feeling that nagging feeling she had since she had freed herself. The tall posture collar was another piece that had worried her when it arrived being thicker than she had ever seen with a steel turnbuckle in the front. The collar flared over her shoulders and down the front almost meeting the breast cages, it had been designed to be difficult to get into and once locked almost impossible to get out of. Now she had pulled all the buckles as tight as possible before adding four more locks.
Sara still got distracted as she watched TV, panting through her nose, so she got up standing in her gear closet until seeing something she knew she wanted to use. The body harness could almost be called a dress.
The harness had so many straps it took a long time just to get them straightened out to step into it. Sara pulled the three straps over each shoulder before starting to connect all the straps around her body. Before buckling the four straps that went between her legs separating her ass with two while two others pushed her ass up, she inserted a large plug in her ass followed by a monster vibrator in her pussy.
Sara hurriedly pulled all the straps tight, locking them as she did and once her body was encased in the leather, she began pulling the straps that hung down to her knees tight. Sara pulled them tight, locking them as well, welding her legs together from her crotch to her knees.
Sara smiled under her gag feeling more comfortable deciding she needed one more thing. She stood thinking about it, taking the four-inch-wide leather belt with a pair of shackles attached to each side. The shackles had been attached just close enough to let her lock and unlock them herself, having two straps that went between her legs making sure the belt couldn’t ride up. Sara was gasping in excitement as she buckled the belt tight enough to feel it through the corset.
The two lower straps were pulled, exciting her as she pulled harder on them then quickly locking each. Sara instinctively closed the shackles around her wrists since she was unable to look down from the stiff collar, she had to do it by feeling alone.
Sara shuffled over to her computer grunting as she struggled to walk in the harness but feeling much more comfortable. She set the program to pulse the vibrators increasing the vibrations each hour for the next ten hours then restart if she hadn’t reset the program.
As the vibrators hummed quietly, she shuffled to her time-safe, setting it for twelve hours then dropping her keys into it and closing the door. As soon as the door closed Sara felt a wave of peace flood her body making her hum in satisfaction.
Sara suffered through the next four hours of teasing by the pulsing vibrators making her lay on the couch moaning and fighting her restraints. The teasing from the pulsing vibrators made her smile and pull at her restraints dreaming of all the times she had felt this when the group controlled her.
After eight hours the pulses had increased to where each time Sara would be brought to the edge of an orgasm before they turned off for the last twenty minutes before the next increase. Sara was almost in tears from her frustration but really loving being out of control again.
Sara had gotten up, struggling her way to her bed about to lay down when she saw the remote winch cable getting an idea. She set the remote to reverse in three hours working her head until the hook was through the large D-ring on the top of the harness securing the cable to the top of her head harness. Sara raised the winch until she could feel some of her weight off her pointed toes guaranteeing she couldn’t “hop” off the hook, hitting the stop button.
She dangled for a moment before tossing the remote onto the bed, turning herself in small circles as she waited for the last two settings on the vibrators. As she was waiting the thought of two more settings meant in her frustration had set herself to be trapped hanging for an extra hour. Giggling under the gag the pulsing started again making her whimper and whine starting her hands flailing in the shackles chained to the belt.
For the next twenty minutes Sara struggled and moaned being driven so close to an orgasm she was weeping again. The next ten minutes Sara fought her bonds hard trying to push herself over the edge exhausting herself and she stood weak dangling from the cable as the pulses stopped.
Sara was shocked, it had taken no time at all to vibrate herself to an orgasm in the bathtub and now she couldn’t seem to climax at all. The idea of being stuck hanging by the cable needing to cum for an extra hour realizing if she didn’t cum this time she would be teased on the lowest setting for the additional hour.
Sara was grunting and fighting the chains and leather whimpering as she twisted and turned, falling off her pointed toes and momentarily hanging by the heavy harness. Sara had just started to get her pointed toes under her when the vibrators came on running at full speed and not pulsing.
Sara flailed wildly screaming into her gag as her constricted and bound body fought with every ounce of its strength against the leather and steel. After a few minutes Sara lifted her pointed feet off the floor spinning on the cable, the uncontrolled spinning motion pushed Sara over the ledge.
Sara screamed louder into her gag as her body orgasmed uncontrollably, the restriction of her chest and waist combined with the massive orgasm and restricted breathing made the flailing woman black out.
Sara regained consciousness looking at the base of the wall across from her, feeling the head harness pulling the mask over her nose. Sara quickly recalled what had happened; she slipped her toes under her again and stood up, twisting and flexing until the panel worked itself back down.
The vibrations were still assaulting her, bringing her quickly to another orgasm so Sara forced herself to stop struggling and wait for the orgasm. After ten minutes of whimpering and whining as she waited for the explosion the vibrations stopped.
Sara stood panting through her nose, her eyes springing open when she realized she wasn’t going to climax again and screamed. Sara now had an hour and twenty minutes to be teased by pulsing low speed vibrators.
Sara was exhausted half hanging half standing just a few inches from the remote for the winch turning herself towards her bed dreaming of lying down on it. The remaining time seemed to take days, the pulsing was just an annoyance making her hate the program she had used swearing to change it as soon as she could.
When Sara heard the winch start lowering itself, she whined and leaned forwards hoping to land on the bed near the remote. She aimed perfectly lying right beside the remote extending the cable realizing she couldn’t reach up and undo the cable from her head.
Sara tried to twist and wiggle to unhook the cable, getting angry as the hook refused to slip out of the D-ring. Sara lay panting trying to figure out what was wrong when an idea popped into her head and she pushed the button withdrawing the cable struggling to get back onto her pointed toes.
When Sara was standing again, she reversed the winch. Standing straight as the cable lowered, the hook came out easily of the D-ring making her giggle as it lowered past her face. As soon as Sara was free of the cable, she hit the stop button shuffling away from the cable before falling backwards onto her bed.
Sara suffered through the next hour of the teasingly low vibrations before drifting off to sleep bound and gagged, sleeping better than she had since she had been freed. Sara was awakened by the vibrations inside her feeling like they were trying to rip her apart.
Sara struggled and flailed uselessly for a moment before her memories came back and she rolled and wiggled in her bondage. When the orgasm slammed through her Sara was ecstatic lying panting and whining letting the orgasm wash over her.
When it was over Sara struggled to her pointed toes, realizing she had been missing being out of control and that had been what had been nagging at her. Sara shuffled slowly to her safe, retrieving her keys, unlocking her wrists and removing the belt.
Sara removed nothing else and for the next three days she spent setting up her programming and rewriting her “rules of use on her site”. When she felt everything was ready having replaced all cameras and added several more, she started inviting her previous members to come and see the new toy.
When the members joined her for the relaunch everyone was impressed by her attire and how much she had changed the rules. She would now be under the group's control until the membership dropped below ten members, no time limits.
She had added her corsets were to be changed and made smaller until she reached fourteen inches then were to never be removed. The chastity belt with the discipline/pleasure plugs would be in use constantly, only opened when corsets were changed, but once the goal was reached, would not be removed again.
The bra was also to remain locked with only her nipple covers and torments used twenty-four seven. The large head harness she had been wearing for two weeks now would be her “default” gag, always being reinstalled when another was not chosen, or for her “Day” off. Everything would remain the same for the group with only them voting when she would orgasm with a minimum of once every three months.
When Sara turned over full control to the members, she suddenly felt the peace she had been missing and very close to an orgasm just from the helplessness. The first few months had been wonderful for Sara, she was teased and punished everyday being forced to bind herself as she had been before. One of the members had made a live animation program that other members could add to their systems to make her site appear to be animated.
Now some of the new members thought her site was an animation site, playing with her like a video game. They were always using maximum punishment and pleasure, enjoying making her animated body flail helplessly.
Sara had no idea any of this was happening but liked the sudden changes during their sessions of being punished brutally then forced to orgasm multiple times. Sara had not counted on her popularity, figuring maybe her members would hang around another six months or less.
On one of her “Free” days, which meant she was still bound and gagged but wasn’t being controlled by the group, she logged into her bank account to make sure everything was still being paid.
When she saw the amount her account had accumulated it stunned her, making her do some quick figuring. If she remained this popular for another year she could retire very comfortably. This was the first time Sara had even thought about how or when she would ever be released.
Sara began using her free days to formulate an exit plan, working on her programming, finding it was going to be difficult. Sara loved being under the control of the group and began internally debating if she really wanted to be free of their control.
It took a few months before Sara forgot about her exit plan, living her days as the groups submissive being forced to endure anything they demanded she do to herself. The more time she spent as their slave the less she thought about being free.
Eventually Sara couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t being controlled begging the group to continue to use her as they wanted.