Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 1 - Interview by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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Fifty-three letters and just two replies. This job searching was to say the least depressing. Julie looked at the two applications that had turned up, the first one was for a position in Tele-sales, the other was a non specific post, one of those 'if there's a vacancy, we'll call' type of things.

Well telesales was not exactly what she was looking for but it looked the best option here, so she filled the long form out, wrote the envelope and sealed it up. She couldn't afford not to fill the other one in so she started to fill out the form. As usual the first two pages asked for all the information she had sent on her CV, typical. The next bit was headed ' About you', she hated these bits, they were so vague usually, but this one was a sort of multi- choice thing.

Julie read down the page;

' Do you consider yourself:

Well that last was a bit different; she ticked boxes and then sat to contemplate the last question. She could put what her girl friends always claimed ' at 10,000 feet with (insert the latest heart throb here)', or 'anywhere with my boyfriend/husband (delete as appropriate)' but to be sure, they weren't Julie's fantasy. She wasn't really sure what it was. After some thought she put something about it not needing to be physical but unusual would help. You try putting something like that into words.

Another envelope written and filled, searching in her bag, she found a couple of stamps, slipping a pair of trainers on, she popped down to the post box at the end of the road. Walking back home she reflected that if she didn't get a job soon it wouldn't be home for too much longer. Although her Grandmother had left it to her lock, stock and barrel, without a reasonable income she couldn't afford to run the place. It was nothing special, a South London semi in a quiet street, she could probably get a good price, but she would have to leave the area. A lodger was an option, but she didn't want to do that.

The last job, well proper job went west when her employer moved their office to Wales, she didn't want to move so that was that. Since then she had waitressed at four different establishments, served bar at three, stacked shelves at the hyper mart and cooked pizza, burgers and do-nuts. Currently she did four hours a day at 'Omega Cabs' and an evening shift at the 24-hour store. It just wasn't how she wanted to live; after all she had been a department head, in charge of ten people and a six-figure budget. She was over qualified for this and still stubbornly single.

She was a bit surprised when a week later, by recorded post no less, she got an invitation to a group interview, not for the Tele-sales, but for the undefined job with 'Papillon'. She read the instructions: wear sports gear, bring a swimming costume and clothes you would wear to go clubbing. That last looked a bit dubious, but a swimsuit sounded like it would be a fun day, even if she didn't get the job. It was on Thursday, just two days away, time enough to get cover for work and get organised. She had to get to Orpington for ten, introductions till 10.30 then the rest of the day was the group 'session'.

Thursday arrived and so did Julie, bang on time. It wasn't a big group, eight all told, five girls and three guys. A couple of the girls were talking and so were the three lads, the others were variously touching up make up or reading. Their attention was caught however when a woman came in wearing aerobics gear.

' Hi everyone, I'm Polly. At 10.30 we'll all go upstairs to the studio, until then if you go next door, there's soft drinks and snacks, go and get acquainted.'

Once they had all availed themselves of the refreshments, Polly clapped for attention;

' Introductions, tell us your name, first only, and tell us your claim to fame, in the corner, you go first'

' Hi everyone,' we all mumbled a reply, ' my name is James, Jim to my mates and my claim to fame is being chucked out of every pub in Croydon'

Muffled laughter. Well if that was the level we were at.

'Next'

'Hi, I'm Nikki and I once served Bill Oddie when I worked at the petrol station.'

That was more like it.

'Mike, I ran the London marathon last year.'

'My names Sarah and my claim to fame is not really mine, my brother, that's Steve, is a roadie with Pulp.'

'Ok Sarah, who's next?'

'I'm Niamh, and I come from the real Ballykissangel '

That got some comments.

'I can't top that, I once saw Damon Hill at a set of traffic lights, oh yeah, I'm Dave.'

That left just two of us. I was beaten to it!

'Er, oh yeah, I'm Summer and I got onto the pyramid stage at last years Glastonbury.'

My turn now.

'Julie, and I was once on Blue Peter.' It got the expected response, I was quite embarrassed by it, but that was the sum of my exciting life.

We all chatted for a few minutes then Polly took us up to the studio.

' OK folks, get them street togs off, it's exercise time!'

There followed an intense, but fun and light-hearted session of aerobics and other forms of exercise lasting about an hour. After a shower and drink, a session of team games occupied us all until lunch, taken at an Italian restaurant just down the road. After eating we returned to the studio where Polly handed us over to John. John was in combat pants and t-shirt, not exactly management style.

'Hello everyone, this afternoon is to really find out more about you all. If at any point you don't want to go on, we won't hold it against you, just sit it out. We are going to do some role-play' I think everyone gave a little moan,' but with a difference. First I want you all to change into your swimsuits.'

We departed to the changing rooms and returned ready for the water. But there was no water.

' Good, everyone ok?' a group mumble of yes,

' Ok, in these boxes over here' he drew our attention to some storage boxes, ' are some costumes. Now they are not exactly Snow White or Santa Claus, but I want each of you to collect a blue box and put it against the back wall and wait there before opening the box. Go.'

We fetched the boxes and waited for John's instructions.

'Right, everyone ready? Yes? Ok then, in side each box is a selection of garments, some bits match and others don't. It's not a race but I want to see all of you in a matching costume in fifteen minutes. You get points for imagination and initiative, you can swap bits if you like, shoes, gloves that sort of thing but however inappropriate you must keep the garment on the top of the box, and you must be wearing it at the end. Everyone ok with that?' more mumbles, ' ok, go.'

I opened the box, on top was a rubber corset, so I would have to keep that, I pulled the other bits out, a pair of leather gauntlets, a rubber vest, combat boots, a peep hole bra with matching pants, a hood and a whip. A quick look around showed the others had similar piles of stuff, different but what one might call 'alternative'. I spotted the things I wanted and went bartering for them.

At the end of fifteen minutes we were all just about dressed and a more bizarre looking bunch I'd never seen. Compared to some, I'd got off easily. My final costume consisted of the rubber vest, teamed with a rubber circular mini skirt. The corset was over the top and I had rubber stockings and rubber wrist gloves with fur trim! A rubber hood with a hole for a ponytail completed the outfit apart from the combat boots.

'Very good people, some nice costumes there. What we do next is from the red boxes we are going to find one item that will change your costumes look completely, it could be footwear, a hat, belt, gloves well use your imagination. Once you have your item go back to your box and put it on. Ok. Go.'

I spotted just the items straight off, a pair of stilettos. However they weren't quite what I thought, they had very high heel and ankle straps that used a clasp to shut. Still I put them on and stood teetering while everyone else finished.

' Excellent everyone, you've all just about grasped that a simple accessory can change your appearance dramatically. Does anyone think they would go out dressed as you are?' Nervous laughter, but although it wasn't my style, I probably would but without the hood.' Just the two of you Julie is it?' I nodded,' and Mike. Now then do either of you go around dressed in rubber normally and Mike, in a dress?' more titters,'no? Ok then, split into pairs, one pair to each corner.'

I got Mike.

'Alrighty, the person with the name that comes first alphabetically is the horse, you carry your partner to the opposite corner then swap and return. Go!'

As job interviews go, it was different and I have to admit quite fun. We did some odd games and I think we all forgot we were dressed quite bizarrely in leather and rubber. Time passed quite swiftly and then we were done.

' Ok people, thank you all, you've been great. You probably are wondering why we asked you to bring your clubbing gear, well, as a thank you we're all going out for the night. Don't worry there's taxi's home and your other gear will be dropped off tomorrow for you. All up for it?' well no one was going to turn that down, 'oh I nearly forgot, we will write to everyone in the next week.'

I'm not sure how, but I ended up wearing all the rubber gear to the club, which was a bit of a hit. I really would not buy this sort of stuff, apart from the price only pervs wear rubber, but I have to admit I really enjoyed that night.

I awoke Friday morning still in the rubber stuff. Obviously I would have to get it back to John, but not till after I'd washed it off and had a shower, well I could do all that in one go. Afterwards I dressed in my normal street gear and rang the Orpington number; I got Polly whom if my memory serves was the one who instigated my party in rubber.

'Ah Julie, saved me a call love'

'Polly I need to bring your rubber stuff back, but it will be this afternoon, is that ok?'

'John want's to see you Julie but don't bring the rubber, it's yours, you earnt it.'

'No I couldn't, it's far too much and I only did the interview'

'I mean it Julie, you keep them, you look great in them, I tell you what, I'll fetch you and drop your own stuff off at the same time, in.... about an hour. That ok?'

'Ok, in an hour'

It was looking like I'd got a job, but what was the job?

Bang on time Polly knocked on my door, I was ready with the rubber stuff, but seeing it in my hands, she tutted and took it and placed it on the stairs.

'I told you they are yours, an advance if you like.'

She was wearing what I call 'trendy mum' stuff, you know, nearly fashionable but something missing, in fact I wouldn't have been surprised to see a couple of kids in the car. Well perhaps not, it was a Mercedes two seater, and on closer inspection, the stuff she was wearing was all designer labels. I got my bag and after locking up, joined her in the little sports car. The sun was out, the roof down, and spotting some friends, I waved, boy how their jaws dropped, this could be fun. Polly grinned across at me, I grinned back.
All too soon we arrived in Orpington but not at the studio, Polly explained that they had only hired it for the day. Instead she escorted me to the offices of Papillon, occupying rooms above a row of shops.

Upstairs John was dressed a bit more formal; well he had jeans and a shirt on.

'Julie! Welcome to Papillon. Please sit'

I did so.

'Did you enjoy yesterday?'

'It was different, but I guess, yes I did.'

'That's what we thought. We would like you to work with us, but before we go any further you want to know what the job is?'

'I was kind of curious, I'm open to just about anything except prostitution.'

It was meant to get a laugh, it did but with a slight side.

'It's not prostitution is it? I'm out of here if it is.'

To be honest I hadn't even thought it might be.

'Whoa, whoa. Calm down. No it's not selling your body, well not in that sense. Everything is above board and quite legal. Papillon serves an alternative lifestyle as a supplier of clothing and ancillaries including videos, books, that sort of thing. It's not pornography; it's just not mainstream. We want you to join us as a model come actress come administrator. Your past experience covers the latter, yesterday and last night proves you have the talent for the former. Still interested?'

'Go on'

'We will want you to wear some strange things and even take part in scenes of bondage, due to the law, we make all of that into animations, so no one knows who is taking part. On the other hand we travel about, Europe, the US, Japan even Australia, put on 'fashion' shows etc. We all take part, we won't ask you to do anything we wouldn't.'

'I'm still here'

'Ok, what you get, a salary as administrator of  £20000 a year,' that sounded Ok,' plus  £100 an hour for modelling and film work. You get company product at cost, that is if you want any' he chuckled,' for that you sign an exclusive contract and comply with some small print regarding appearance, you get 6 months to comply, or if you prefer quit at that time with no penalties. After that the full contract applies including a competition clause.'

It all sounded pretty good.

'My turn, when do you want me? and how soon can I see a contract?'

'Start Monday if you want, you can have a contract in ten minutes, Polly?'
Polly went next door, I could hear a PC start up and minutes later a printer whirr into action.

'Alright John, lets give it a go. Out of curiosity did anyone else get a job?'

'Not like yours, but yes Niamh, Summer and Mike will be offered work with us.'
Polly came back in and gave John a folder, which he perused quickly then passed over to me.

'Terms of contract, salary scale, this years schedule, it's quite busy, I think you should find everything in there. Do you drive?'

'Yes but I sold the car when I lost my job.'

'Polly will take you back but I'll get you a car sorted for Monday, ok'

'Excellent!' I was quite excited, a new career with a difference, car and good money, things really were looking up.

It was still only 3 o'clock when Polly dropped me off at home. First things first, quit my part time jobs. That took a couple of phone calls full of apologies, but once done I could concentrate on celebrating the new job. Noticing the bag of rubber clothing on the stairs, I took the bag Polly had brought and the pervy stuff up to my clothes room. Now me, I'm a straightforward gal. M&S knickers and fashionable but not showy clothes and shoes. I measured the stilettos; they were 5" high! I mean I never wear more than three, I don't, or should I say didn't own any shoes any higher than that. I have worn stockings, but not often and I do have a couple of Basque's but a rubber corset was now part of my wardrobe. Tonite with my girlfriends, I wouldn't mention the fetish angle, only the admin job.

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 2 - Changes by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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Saturday was a blur and it was Sunday afternoon before I read through the contract in full. All was as John had said, travel on company business paid for, car supplied on hire basis at  £25 a week, better than a proper company car. The small print was none too specific but the gist was that I must look after myself physically, Papillon took responsibility for my appearance, cut my hair that sort of thing, in effect I was a company woman until I left. That all seemed ok and when mid afternoon my car was delivered, I didn't hesitate to sign the contract. I mean what other job supplies a Saab convertible to a new staff member?
Checking out the schedule, I found that for my first week I would be working from Orpington, then next week would be split modelling and filming, if that was the term. So on Monday I drove to the 'office' where Polly showed me the ropes and I gave John the signed contract. In retrospect perhaps I should have read it more closely.

It was never going to be a strictly 9 to 5 job. John and Polly were in and out constantly, the 'factory' was at Green Street Green and the film unit was based out near Ashford. I tried to get into a kind of routine but things take on a life of their own. Still Friday arrived and the three of us had dinner together.

'Are you looking forward to next week Jules?'

' I guess so, I'm not sure what to expect?'

'Don't worry, Simon will look after you.'

Polly put in

'Oh I forgot to tell you Julie, you've an appointment for your hair tomorrow, 10 at Visions.'

'Ok I'll be there'

On the way over to Visions I mulled over the coming treatment. My hair's never been much, dark blonde and midway down my back; it has a curious kink, which makes it hang oddly sometimes. I'd tried allsorts but the kink stayed, I just put up with it.

'Ah you must be Julie, welcome'

Typical male hairdresser.

'We will have you ready for your debut eh?'

Dino, I ask you, Dino set to work while an assistant tackled both hand and toe nails and later tackled my brows. I was in that chair fully three hours without seeing a hint of the treatment. I would probably have fled if I had but I had signed the contract. When I did finally see myself I didn't recognise me. Two gently curving brows above my eyes where my lashes were dyed blue. That was enough but my hair, my hair was white! Or should I say that blonde that is colourless. All except a square cut fringe layered in fuchsia pink and the same blue as my lashes and now I looked my eyebrows. All my nails were finished in a polished chrome; my finger nails a good inch long.

'Nice eh Julie'

'I'll let you know when I've taken it all in'

Dino chuckled at that.

I certainly got some looks on the way home. Something was wrong and it wasn't until I got home I realised what. I actually looked quite good in a sci-fi sort of way but my mumsy skirt and blouse were not compatible. I remembered John's words about employee sales and went to find the catalogue Polly had given me. I didn't take long to select a few pieces and rang Polly.

'Hello Polly, its Julie'

'Hi'

'I need some stuff Polly, my wardrobe does not run to this hair!'

'Oops, forgot to warn you. What do you want?'

'I've got a list, can I meet you at the warehouse?'

'About three ok?'

'I'll be there.'

Well I had to wear something to go in, the rubber gear was the only stuff that was halfway fitting with my new appearance. Now I think I've said, I'm not one for short flighty skirts, lots of leg, that sort of thing, so to contemplate going out in daylight dressed in rubber mini and corset was not something I could think about, just do it! I didn't put the swimsuit on this time; it was only when I was fastening the stockings that I realised I had no knicks on. Well in for a penny. I put the skirt on, eased into the shoes and cinched up the corset. I found a suitable necklace and earrings, gathered my bag and keys, put my gloves on and left the house. I escaped, I think, being seen getting to the car, but the drive to Green Street Green gave me more attention than I really wanted. It was actually quite a turn on dressed in rubber, no underpants, cruising in an open car. When I pulled up Polly was waiting, her eyes nearly popped when I got out of my car.

'Erm I see your Er, problem Jules' the look on her face was still one of shock.

'Hmm, can we get inside, this outfit is a little um, breezy'

'Sure' and Polly led the way inside.

There was a strong smell of both leather and latex, well that shouldn't have been a surprise, but the stock room certainly was. Row upon row of rails and shelves packed with rubber, leather and spandex.

'Right, lets find this stuff for you'

'Ok Polly'

After twenty minutes of searching my shopping list was complete, I only had to check it for fit! Polly had to help with that, as I stripped down to the buff in the staff room. The trying on was fun and took about an hour, but in the end I redressed in my original stuff to go home. I actually liked wearing this kind of stuff, and with a haircut I would never have dreamt of myself, well it was fun.

I left Polly and drove home, this time taking less notice of the looks I got. Just my luck! My neighbours got an eyeful when I got home; I can guess what was going on in their minds, but what the hell. Once indoors I decided to dress in some of my new gear, so I pulled it out to get started, tonite I decided, I was going out on the town.

My outfit was to say the least eye-catching, I started with a pair of stockings, regular type, then a pair of high waisted pants in white latex, complete with a front to back zip. That was it for underwear, the rest of the outfit was a white latex dress, corseted and strapless. After a bit of manoeuvring of bust and rubber, I fastened the suspenders and turned my attention to doing up the frock. It used a sort of ski boot fastening; six in all, the fiddly bit was getting them located. Once in the button was quite easy to use and I quickly had it snugged, looking in the mirror I could see that it would give me an incredible waistline a bit tighter. So I started to pull it in a bit, it was quite comfortable and in my ignorance I just kept tightening away. When I rechecked in the mirror it wasn't me, for the second time today I didn't recognise myself. I didn't have a waist! Or rather I did have a waist but it was quite small, I found a tape and ran around me, 18"! now I'm not fat but that was eight inches less than normal and I realised I couldn't move much.

I was fascinated at the idea but good sense found me releasing the binders, they released fully in one go, so I would have to start again. I found my footwear, white patent ankle boots with a high heel and clasp lock, put them on. I restarted tightening the dress and at a more sensible 22" size, I measured!, I stopped. A deep studded collar and matching cuffs completed the outfit, I found a mini rucksack in white for the nights essentials and I was nearly ready. Make up, well I settled for powder blue eyes and blue lips with a pale foundation, it wasn't me Julie I saw in the mirror, for tonite I was going to be Aisha, which felt right!

Well the night went well, I partied well into the night, however disaster struck in the taxi home. First I dropped off, that was ok until I jerked awake and caught a buckle on the seat; I arched my back to free myself and didn't really hear the click, more felt it. I freed myself, but strangely every time I moved the dress seemed tighter. I ignored it thinking it was just my imagination.

I was dog tired and collapsed into the bed without even getting the boots off. I awoke to some chest pain and realised I was still in the dress. I heaved myself up and realised I was short of breath, I also realised that the dress was tighter than last night. I tried the release buttons, nothing, again, but no movement. I went to my dressing room, my waist was smaller than that first time, and I could actually touch fingers round it! the tape confirmed it 16"! and I couldn't get out of it!

Fighting back panic I tried the numbers I had for Polly and john. No reply at any of them. None of my friends lived close enough to be of any help, and I could hardly go to the neighbours! And oh shit I was due at my parents for Sunday lunch. I tried again and found the problem, the binders had gone past the release mechanism, they couldn't release but thankfully they couldn't tighten any further. It must have been my taxi contortions and sleeping in the dress, I must have spent the night gradually making the corset tighter.
Well for now I had to visit the oldies. I took off the collar and cuffs, and just managed the boots. I found a loose fitting dress and some flat shoes. Checking my appearance I looked ok if a little on the thin side, who wouldn't in that frock!

Mum was a bit taken aback by my hair, dad by my car. As I was constricted, my walk had adapted and that got looks if no comment from both of them. After lunch my brother turned up, he liked my hair, my car even more and 'when did you lose so much weight?' Fortunately both oldies were out of earshot. Of all the people I know, Steve is the one I can trust most, I told my tale.

'....so I can't get it off.'

'Oh boy sis, you do get yourself in some fixes'

'Any ideas?'

'Well I could take a look for you'

'Could you? Please. Here, we could use my old room'

'Best not, mum would sus something right off'

'Where then?'

'Yours after tea'

'Ok'

Steve arrived at the appointed time complete with tool kit.

'My dressing room'

'Ok sis'

Once there I had a little undressing to do

'Just remember, it's your sister you're ogling'

I removed the dress and Steve uttered an appreciative

'Whoa'
When he recovered his voice he continued

'I didn't know you were into this sort of stuff'

'I'm not, wasn't, not until this weekend'

'How big is that waist?'

I showed him with the tape.

'We have got to have some photo's'

'No way, I just want out'

'Come on, my camera's in the car'

'I just want you to get me out'

'A few pictures, then I'll get you out. It'll be good practice for you'

'I guess'

'Look a few snaps for posterity then I get you out'

'Promise?'

'Promise'

'Alright then but just a couple'

He was off like a whippet. I decided he might as well get the full effect, so I located and put on the collar and cuffs, Steve put the boots on for me when he returned. We decamped to my bedroom for the impromptu photo shoot. Half a film later, he just had to take a couple with the tape measure, we finished.

'Just remember, it's your sis inside and I'm not exactly wearing much underneath'

It took my sibling nearly an hour to re locate all the binders and with a loud click it released. It dropped to the floor leaving Steve staring at his sister wearing nothing except stockings and a pair of zip through rubber pants. He came round quickly and departed stage left and downstairs.

It actually hurt now; returning circulation had me in pain for a full ten minutes before I could do anything. I dressed and by the time I got downstairs, Steve had a sandwich and coffee waiting, I was starving as I had been unable to eat much restricted as I had been all day. In fact I was famished, I took my saviour to an Indian, on me, I owed him one.

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 3 - Education by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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Monday, my first day as a model. I drove down to Ashford and found the address, it was a bit outside of town, one of those big detached jobs, set in a couple of acres with a wall all the way round. I had decided not to dress up for the drive down so I arrived in sweat pants and trainers, a bit incongruous with the hair and nails. I parked the Saab and spotted John.

'Hi John'

'Oh hi Jules. Are you ready for today?'

'Well I think so, now I've got over yesterday'

'Yesterday?'

So I went through my tale.

'Well at least you'll be ready for some of today's shoot'

'What are we doing? This' I motioned hair and nails' is a bit er strange'

'It looks good on you Jules, this week we are doing the first shoot on the catalogue for the winter season. It's sort of themed, you'll see.'

'Who else is working today?

'You remember Summer and Mike, they're inside. Niamh is coming tomorrow, they are staying over, go on in, first on the right. I'll be in shortly and we'll get started.'

I followed the directions and found not only Summer and Mike, but also Polly and half a dozen others sat around chatting. Polly made the introductions, Dez the photographer and Mary his assistant, Fiona was hair and makeup, Peter was costume and the two girls, Jay and Fi were the other models. Summer and Fi had the same hair and nails as me, we could almost be triplets, Jay was almost a negative, black hair cut in the same style with black nails, Mike seemed to have escaped the treatments us girls had to endure. (I found out later that wasn't strictly true)

Jay and Fi were apparently 'old' hands, they had done the last two catalogues, so new the drill and Summer had done some modelling before. That left Mike and me as rank amateurs. John arrived and explained the day's schedule, three scenes before lunch then five this afternoon. It didn't sound much, but boy could I be wrong. First stop for me was with Peter, he explained that Jay was going to be the main subject in the first scene with me and Fi, he introduced me to my costume, a pink rubber French maids outfit, Fi had a blue one. It didn't exactly cover much but then I knew what we sold.

Fiona sorted our hair and makeup, we looked quite different by the time she had done and we teetered on our heels to the 'set'. This consisted of a room decorated like a Victorian parlour, currently strewn with photo gear and people. Jay was already there dressed in an Edwardian style dress, it was only when you got closer that you could see it was made of rubber and quite heavy. I'll skip the entire posing and waiting bit, it wasn't quite the fun I was expecting, Polly told me that the afternoon session would be more fun.

Mike joined us for the second scene in a rubber evening suit, our maid's uniforms were changed for 'ordinary' ball gowns, Jay suffered with a rubber version. Of course we had to be corseted for this which I quite enjoyed despite yesterdays affair. We finished that scene with us girls all stripped to our undies, poor Jay even had latex bloomers and stockings on. Then lunch, while we ate Fiona with Mary's help redid our hair ready for the afternoon session.

A complete change of venue, one of the upstairs rooms that looked more like a dungeon with chains and benches and some things I didn't want to ask about! The costumes were a bit sparser too, my first consisted of a rubber halter bra and high waist pants to match, with very high heeled thigh boots and neck and wrist cuffs. We posed, pouted, waited, flounced, changed, well you get the idea, I had six costume changes which included a leather straight jacket and a rubber hobble dress which covered me from neck and wrist, the only way to wear that was without any undergarments!

It was during these sessions that I discovered that both of the pros had pierced nipples, I was shocked, never had I seen or even thought of such a thing. Fi confided that she had some other bits pierced too, I would see tomorrow. Well she obviously had the inside track on the programme. We finished just turned six; I grabbed a quick shower and drove home. The day had been an eye opener indeed and tomorrow would be more of the same. I had to admit that some of the costumes had been a bit of a turn on, a fortnight ago I hadn't known such stuff existed, now I was wearing it!

Tuesday and I decided to stay over rather than commute, the others were staying after all. We got through a fair bit in the morning session, another costume bit, this time with an Elizabethan theme. At lunch John, addressed his cast,

'This afternoon we do some of the more explicit stuff, I know Fi and Jay are ok with that but you others, if there is anything, and I mean anything you're not happy with, tell us. We can swap or change stuff, we won't think any less of you, and you still get paid. Any questions?'

There were none yet.

We went out of the house and round the side to the coach house where Polly locked the door behind us, seeing my worried look she ventured

'We don't want unwanted parties coming in do we, it's alright, the key stays in the lock'

My mind set at rest I rejoined the others. It was only then that I noticed Mike, Fiona and Peter were missing. Polly took on the costumier's role, Mary did our hair. For the first scene, we all wore the same outfit, heels with a padlock, pants the same as I had at home with a through zip and a rubber bodice, with the inevitable collars, now with chains attached. I discovered which 'other bits' Fi had pierced when Dez did some close ups of her opening the zip of her pants. I was both horrified and captivated by the set of rings in her labia.
When we changed for the next session she showed me, proudly, her shaved pubes and the piercings. Six rings connecting the lips together and higher two what looked like studs, which she assured both myself and Summer, who wanted a look, that those two were the best. They were actually three-inch long bars; she pulled at one to prove it, which played on her g spot when she moved. No wonder she walked round with a smile!

Time for work again. The costumes were getting a bit more risqué, I almost balked at a g string and cup-less corset, but lets face it, it was unlikely anyone I knew would see the pictures, if they did how would they recognise me? I lost my pubes for a set of g-string close ups, it was actually quite nice and Mary had obviously done that shave before. While I was doing that, Polly let some people in I recognised Fiona and Peter but the other girl was new.
Fi and Jay did the open pant shots, I ended up wearing a succession of corsets, Summer modelled a range of collars.

The new girl was referred to as Em and somehow got all the leotards and such. I think she was a bit shy, she changed on her own away from the rest of us and didn't speak much either. The final set for the day was again all of us, six this time, dressed identically in rubber frocks cut away at the front to show our rubber nix. Done for the day, we all returned to the house. Niamh was waiting inside; she'd arrived while the new girl was getting ready, but no sign of Mike.

'Hi everyone, how'd it go Em?'

'Fine I think' the voice was familiar and perhaps a bit deep

'She was wonderful' Polly chimed in ' but I think it's time everyone was let in on the prank'

'What prank? Em?'

Em then gave her hair a tug and it came away to reveal Mike's hair and hence head on this good-looking girls body. Amidst dropping jaws and myriad questions, Polly explained what they had done, John didn't know so it was a complete success. So that was how Mike/Em got a bonus for the catalogue shoot, I don't know to this day how they hid his bits, but after that he became one of the girls!

Wednesday and Summer, Niamh and em did some streetwear shots, the rest of us weren't needed till the afternoon. It was a warm day so we decamped to the garden and chatted. It was an education. Jay told me how she specialised in 'fetish' work because she actually liked the dressing up; working for Papillon was just great fun. Fi gave a step by step run through of her piercings and revealed that she normally worked in a kindergarten, this week was half term so she could do this and earn some money while having fun. If they were on the same rate as me, the week was worth about  £4000's!

The others finished at lunch, that was them done for now, Polly took them down to the railway station in my car, hers is only a two seat. Fi disappeared with Fiona and reappeared a clone of Jay, black hair and nails. On the walk over to the coach house, John explained that this afternoon I was going to spend tied up, I wasn't too keen but heck, it wasn't for real.

My 'costume' consisted of an assortment of leather straps, which covered nothing and seemed to act primarily as somewhere to attach other chains and straps. I was chained up, blindfolded, I nearly bottled the gags, and I didn't have to feign alarm when Fi and Jay started flicking whip's.

My session was done but Fi and Jay had a bit more to do, jay got the dubious task of modelling some pants with built in vibrators and even 'butt' plugs, one pair with both! People bought these; John assured me they were best sellers. Fi's contribution was a series of horrible hoods that also included models with dildoe's that acted as gags. The session finished with them taking turns modelling nipple jewellery ranging from rings to shield like affairs, even some worn with linking chains.

That evening, the eight of us, peter stayed at the house, went out for dinner and John and Polly went through the next two days schedule. Most of it was photo stuff. I still didn't know what was in store for me, only that this was to be included in Papillon video catalogue.

'I can see someone looking a bit worried, Jules'

'Well not worried John, but what am I going to be doing?'

'Polly?'

'Oh yes John, well Jules, these two are going to be playing dominatrix and you are their plaything. We will shoot some maid stuff then we torture you! Just kidding, we do some stuff like today only because it's video we need a bit more acting from you.'

John put in then

'Oh and you get your nipples pierced'

My jaw dropped and no sound came out, then everyone else erupted into hysterics, I couldn't see how me being mutilated was funny.

'No I don't' I was emphatic

'Yes you do, but it isn't you'

'Run that again'

Dez filled the breach

'Well all the long shots are of you, but the close ups will be one of this pair, after all they actually do have pierced nipples. For the after shots, we'll use some clip on rings. Don't worry it'll be fun'

Polly winced as she dropped the next bombshell

'And you um, have to wear the dildo pants'

'I what? You've got to be kidding. Why not just an ordinary pair?'

'Well the script actually has you pulling them on, we could fake that but our punters would spot right away if you didn't have it in, you can tell.'

'You'll enjoy it Jules' Jay put in

'Yeah live a little girl' that from Fi.

'Let me sleep on it guys'

'Not in it then?' that got a good round of laughter.

What had I gotten into? Well it wasn't like a porno film or anything was it? And anyway it would be Aisha on the credits not Julie. Next morning I was no clearer in my mind but at least I was only a maid this morning. There was a little dialog but after all there would be a voice over so I didn't need to try theatrics.

The afternoon started with a succession of costumes and simulated torture. We moved on through whips and restraints and finally I had to make the decision about the pants. I'd come this far; I might as well go all the way, so I agreed. Everyone would get to see my pubes being impaled on a rubber dildo, when you put it like that it wasn't so bad, more embarrassing.

Fi made sure that I was 'lubricated', and with me chained to a wall my colleagues pulled the pants up, I couldn't see as my neck was in a brace and I was wearing a gag and blindfold. It was a huge shock when I felt not only the dildo but also something in my back passage, a butt plug I realised. After the initial shock, it was more discomfort as the girls snugged the pants in place and, another unscripted bit, well I didn't know anyway; a chastity girdle was locked in place. By now I was squirming like a good one, it was true; you could never fake this!

It was ten minutes before I could sort of stand still. Then it was time for the last scene, for realism the girls prepared my nipples as though they were really going to do it, the spray completely numbed not just nipples but breasts as well. I could hear the girls giggling away.

'We forgot the rings John'

'Over here Fi, the gold ones'

I felt a bit of a fumble at one breast then the other, replaced by an unfamiliar sensation of weight. There was a bit more dialog and the weights were moved a couple of times on Johns instruction.

'Ok guys, it's a wrap, get our star down'

I was released from the wall and the gag and blindfold removed. Polly undid the neck brace and finally I could stretch and get a bit more comfortable, it was at this point that the pants reminded me of their presence.

'Well done Jules, we'll get close ups and things later'

'That was great Julie'

'A star is born!'

'Give over guys, just get me out of this stuff'

'Over in the house, you can get straight in the shower, here put this on'

Polly handed me a long robe and we went across to the house, my every step was either agony or ecstasy, I'm not sure which. I realised after Fi unlocked the chastity girdle that I would need help getting the pants off. I got in the shower anyway and felt the hot water play over my almost naked body, the feeling was returning to my breasts and I realised the nipple things were still on. Not on but in. the sneaky sods, they had pierced my nipples without telling me and the gold rings were not coming out! I couldn't find a closure of any kind and my nipples were now quite sensitive. I'm not sure what emotion I felt, anger certainly, delight possibly, well someone was going to pay for this!

By the time I left the shower, I had almost forgotten the pants, well no time now, I pulled a pair of jeans on and a crop top, with these tender nipples a bra was out, and headed downstairs. There was a reception committee, John and Polly.

'Sorry Jules, we shouldn't have done that to you'

'No you shouldn't' I pulled my top up' how do I get these out?'

'You need a special tool'

'Well where is it? Get these out'

Polly put in

'We're really sorry Jules but we didn't bring it, we didn't plan it, the girls got carried away, they were sure you wouldn't mind, and then John gave Fi the wrong sort of rings. These rings, oh they do like nice Jules, these rings were designed for a one off fitting, there isn't a tool, John made that up'

I was stunned to silence

'The girls are really upset Jules'

'Not as much as I am'

'Put your top back on Julie, and sit down'

I did so and then got a reminder of the pants.

'And whose idea was this?'

I indicated the waist of the dildo pants.

'I have to admit it was me' Polly replied 'I know we lied and tricked you but not maliciously, honest'

'We'd understand if you wanted to leave Papillon, but we'd really like you to stay'

'Well I guess I did sign the contract that said you looked after my appearance, not that I thought it would mean anything like this' I indicated my bosom' so I suppose I'll stay on one condition'

They both chimed

'Name it'

'I get to keep these pants'

We all ended up in a hugging heap, I had to fend them off my sore nipples but I was now well and truly a Papillon girl.

'Those girls are going to be punished though'

'What have you in mind?'

'Got any more of these pants down here?'

'No, but I could fetch some'

'Good, and Polly you don't escape either, so bring three pairs'

'I'm gone'

Polly left on her errand.

'Don't think I have forgotten your part John'

'Not for one minute'

An idea formulated in my mind.

'Come with me'

I led the way to Fiona's studio and left John while I detailed the plan to Fiona. He kept making nervous glances at us; Fiona could hardly keep a straight face.

'Ok John, Fiona will look after your punishment for me, we are all going to dinner, on me, at 9 o'clock, see you both then.'

Fiona returned and I summoned my other tormentors.

'Ok guys I owe you for the nipples and the pants, so I'm taking you out for dinner on my terms. Fiona has the pants and I see chastity girdles. Strip!'

They stripped and I had the pleasure of fitting those rubber prongs into each of them.

'Now you might not think that's too bad ladies' all three were squirming' but now you get the chastity belts too'

Wordlessly they acquiesced as I fitted each with a girdle, cinched it tight and locked it.

'These' I dangled the keys' I'm keeping safe. Now go get dressed, our main guest will be here at 9 so ready here by then.'

'What do we wear Jules?'

I thought about making that a punishment, but decided not to

'Only one condition you must have a corset on - tight'

I went to prepare myself. I was getting into this rubber stuff so I went and found a tight rubber number in purple. I worked out how to get the pants off, what a relief, had another shower then dressed, I did put the pants back on after wrapping the keys and secreting them inside, why should they have all the fun. I looked quite stunning by the time I'd done.

I waited for my victims downstairs; Fi, Jay and Polly arrived, squirmy and corseted. To be fair they had taken it all in good part, Polly had leather jeans and corset, Jay had a black version of the frock I had trouble with last weekend, I tightened it a bit more for her! Fi had gone for the Victorian look, one of Mondays costumes, all looked stunning.

Just before nine Fiona led another girl in, not exactly a model but pretty enough. She was wearing one of the flirty latex party frocks in blue with latex stockings and very high heels; her red hair cascaded about her shoulders.

'Hello John'

'Hello Jules' his reply was resigned, the others reaction was wonderful.

'But we can't call you John tonight can we. Hmm Sharon I think.'

So the redhead was now Sharon.

'Come on girls, lets hit the town'

Well we did all have a good night, even the reluctant Sharon, who ended up quite a party animal dancing away, showing her rubber knickers, I still don't know how Fiona hid his bits, but no one could tell.

The girls had to stay locked and when I eventually let them free next morning, they were ready to burst. I think John/Sharon enjoyed himself because he attended filming on Friday dressed in one of Polly's frocks and pretty he looked too. Friday's shoot was corsets and we all had fun lacing each other, and afterwards held a mini competition to see who could be laced tightest, I won with 17", Fi got 19", Jay 191/2", Polly did 20" and Sharon gamely managed 24". I went home Saturday morning having received quite an education and a pair of unsought for piercings.
 

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 4 - Amazed by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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Saturday afternoon I decided to go up the City.

I'm not sure why but I just had an urge to mooch around the shops, well what girl doesn't. I looked around Oxford Street, Bond Street, and Carnaby Street; well I did the rounds and ended up buying a computer of all things. Steve came over and set it up for me, we spent the evening with pizza and the Internet, you can be sure Steve didn't get too much info about the last week and especially my nipples!

Sunday I spent surfing the net, I thought I'd best do some market research into this business I was being drawn into, so I checked out sites on fetish wear, corsets, high heels that sort of thing, there' s some weird stuff out there. I saw more strange things than I cared for, but there was one thing missing, a Papillon site. Well we couldn't miss all this exposure could we?

Next morning I was back at the office, my hair was a problem, until I remembered a wig I had in a cupboard, a short black pageboy. I didn't feel quite so conspicuous now and the looks were more at the car than me. To be honest my job wasn't that taxing, sort the mail, bank the cheques, do the wages, important but not usually too hectic. Before John could comment on my hair I shouted

'It's a wig, don't worry'

The next few days I used my spare moments on research and by Thursday I was ready with a proposal for John and Polly. Both of them were up for it, I would have to run it, but they would put resource into the project. Polly invited me to a party Friday night, to 'meet some clients', strict dress code rubber, she would drop my 'costume' off later. Friday was hectic; I hadn't even looked in the box Polly had left me.

When I did I was stunned, I was supposed to go out in this? After last week you could hardly call me a prude, but really. It consisted of the usual stilettos and stockings and a rubber corset with built in pant, with that was a matching pair of shoulder length gloves, a rigid collar and a ponytail hood. Well, I said I'd go and I was expected to wear this so I started dressing from the floor up. The shoes locked on, I put the key in my purse, then pulled the corset up, it was a snug fit unfastened and it was while I was trying to get into that I realised that there were two holes, one in each breast cup. The holes were reinforced and the only way to be comfortable was to push my pierced nipples through. So much for decency! I pulled the corset in and soon had a wonderful 20" waist.

The hood took some fitting but eventually I had a white ponytail sprouting from the top, it was feather edged so when I had it settled you couldn't actually feel the skin/rubber interface. The collar was next, three inches high with a built in ring, it effectively kept my head up, and lastly I pulled the gloves on just as Polly knocked to pick me up.

'You look great Jules'

'Maybe, I'm not keen on this' I fingered a nipple ring

'Oh sorry, forgot you weren't used to them yet' she foraged in her own bag and produced what looked like a pair of grommets. ' Here let me' and she deftly fitted the bits of rubber over the exposed nipple but leaving the rings free ' better?'

'Better but I still feel exposed'

'You won't think that way later, here what do you think?'

She opened her coat to reveal a set of rubber underwear, bra and pants.

'Now that is a bit exposed ?'

'Yes but I need your help, I'm not going like this, you're going to paint me with liquid rubber'

'Liquid rubber?'

'Yeah, here'

Well it took a while but the end result was amazing. Polly was covered from head to toe in a swirling rainbow of iridescent rubber. We made quite a pair.

We got some strange looks from the taxi driver but I was starting to get used to that sort of thin. We arrived at the party and my eyes were on stalks. Everywhere you looked were men and women and some not identifiable, dressed in all manner of rubber and leather. Gender didn't matter, men in dresses, women without so much as a bra on top, semi nudity was de rigour. Hair any shade you could think, bit's pierced I would never have thought of, even after Fi, couples in bondage, it was all here.

My attention was pulled this way and that, I wasn't the only one sporting rings in my nipples, and both men and women wore various nipple adornments. Polly seemed to know a lot of people here and she took me on an introductory tour. To be truthful I couldn't take much in, those in that group were weekenders, these here lifestylers, that stage is for the costume competition, the pair over there run a shop in Wales, well you can see I didn't have a hope. The one thing I did notice, everyone was having a good time, the majority at least were friendly, especially to a new face. Polly who answered to Pia here introduced me as Aisha; I kept the pretence up.

A band struck up and the party started to swing, I could just about dance in this getup, I could feel my gold rings bouncing on my rubber-encased breasts. People gathered to talk, moved on, joined another conversation, typical party except for peoples appearance, something straight out of a science fiction novel. The highlight of the evening was the costume parade; as if I had missed some command people started to gather in groups depending on what they wore. Pia found me and deftly plucked my grommets.

'You won't want these for this'

'I'm not going up there'

'Everyone goes up, it's all part of the fun, some people spend weeks planning their costumes for this. There are different categories; look there's bondage over there, rubber here and leather over there. Pairs in the corner and miscellaneous over there.'
My newly exposed nipples stood to attention moving the rings to hang free; I was quite turned on by that, more so than all the exposed flesh around me.

Pia continued

'There's a prize for each category selected by the floor and you're up for the first timer too'

'Oh boy' I rolled my eyes. I'm not an exhibitionist the catalogue shoot was a one off wasn't it?

'Come on, rubbers up first!'

Deep joy. I followed Pia and waited my turn. Everyone was introduced, it was obvious that most were alias, everyone walked across the platform and each group of six drew a winner. In turn they were whittled down to a group winner, I was quite surprised to reach the last six, a girl in a bizarre spiky outfit won overall. I actually got right into it, shouting, clapping, jeering like the rest, Pia was right, it was good fun.

The group winners were called back and were voted on quite vocally to get an overall winner, a guy in a leather outfit won to wide appreciation. The first time award was by secret ballot, as far as I knew there were fifteen contenders, I didn't fancy my chances. Pia on the other hand was certain I was in for a chance, we were all called to the platform and I could see why she was so optimistic on my behalf. It was a bit Miss World, the guy acting as compere asked us names and assorted light-hearted questions. Of the others a couple wore 'off the peg' costumes, I recognised a Papillon design, the rest mostly enthusiastic attempts with poor materials. I still didn't click it was me when they called Aisha a second time.
'Aisha, it's you'

Pia's shout did get through and I tottered to the PA to accept my prize, ironically discount vouchers for Papillon and tickets for the next party in a month's time. The band struck up again and the dancing started anew.

We eventually left about 2am.i had some questions for Polly/Pia.

'Who are all those people?

'Well the lifestylers are mostly arty types, you know, musicians that sort of thing, some like that couple from Wales run fetish shops. We call them lifestylers cos. they always dress fetish style, they are usually the ones with lot's of piercings and that'

'Ok that makes sense, so I guess weekenders are like us? Just get dressed up from time to time.'

'You got it, there's bankers, other city types and ordinary Joe's too. There's others too, we get the curious who usually come just once, friends who borrow gear to come for a good party. I think you won tonite because of your nipples, for these people that shows you're serious.'

'Remind me to thank the girls' I replied sarcastically'

'Don't you like them?'

'Lets put it this way, I didn't volunteer for them, I can live them, I don't have much choice, but given the chance I would lose them. Anyway yours aren't pierced.'

'No, I'm allergic, I had the left one done but had to take it out.'

'Just as well I'm not allergic with these then'

We collapsed in the back of the taxi then.

'Those are our potential customers, Jules. I wanted you to see first hand our client base not get you involved with the fetish scene if you don't want to'

'Well whichever way you look at it, if I work for Papillon I'm involved'

'There's other groups we sell heavily to as well, the s+m people particularly and the slavers'

'S+m I can guess, slavers?'

'Not quite slavery in the traditional sense Jules. No they sort of play at being masters and slaves. Some do come close to the real thing, but for most it's a game they play at home or conventions. They take a whole range of stuff; I think most of them just like dressing up. If you want you can come to Lancaster in a couple of weeks and give me a hand with the stall.'

'Sounds like fun, oh home already'

'Ok Jules, see you Monday'

'Yeah bye Pia'

I stumbled in doors, and as usual only got as far as getting the shoes off.
I spent Saturday recovering and planning the web site, Sunday was lunch with the oldies again, and Steve actually turned up to eat for a change. The biggest problem with this job was I couldn't tell the olds much, they would immediately disown me as a fallen woman, if they found out about my nipples, I'd never hear the end of it. All the time I had a nice car and worked in an office that was ok.

With Steve I could be a bit more frank. At least he knew of the fetish scene, well he saw them up town regularly and I knew he wouldn't tell our parents. We exchanged news and then I got the question I was dreading.

'You out Friday then?'

'Yeah, a party with a friend from work, up the city'

'Good one?'

'Great, it was sort of fancy dress, I won a prize'

'When you say sort of fancy dress you mean something else, I can tell'

Well I was itching to tell him

'Got me there. It was a fetish party, Polly leant me this outfit, sort of corset thing, and I won a prize.'

'Not for shrinking violet then'

'What do you mean?'

'You at a fetish party! I can never get you to wear a bikini at the beach.'

'That's different'

'Hmm, well I guess if you're into that, you'll be getting some piercings then?'

I blushed and he noticed straight off

'You've already got some, better not let mum know.'

'I sort of got them'

'Them?'

'Yes them, by accident'

'You don't get the sort of thing we are talking about by accident.'

'Well I did. The other week at the photo shoot, a couple of girls had rings in 'odd' places and well they thought I should. At the time I didn't know they'd done it but I went ballistic when I found out.'

'You could have taken them out'

'I wanted to but they are some sort of one fit jobs, once they are locked shut you can only cut them off, and no ones getting that close to do that!'

' Come on sis, where are they?'

'Look, if you must know, you can earn the information, you can help with the web site I'm putting together'

'Suddenly we're shy'

'Take it or leave it'

'Alright, I'll help. I'll come round tomorrow night. I'm not a perv you only have to tell me where, I don't want to see.'

'I'll believe you'

As my brother, I kept very little from Steve, so I decided that he would get to see my rings. I made an effort to dress down for when he came round Monday night, no rubber just jeans and t-shirt, no bra. The grunge look didn't go well with my hair so I put that in a pony tail, it looked better like that leaving just my pink and blue fringe.

Steve arrived and I thought we would get more done if we got the rings out of the way first.

'If you want to know where I'm pierced, come upstairs.'

The poor boy followed, I think he was quite embarrassed at the thought of his sister stripping for him.

'Ok ground rules, no pictures and no touching'

'Ok'

I could tell he was expecting me to pull my jeans down by the look of relief when I hoisted my t-shirt.

'You had me worried there sis, I have at least seen those before, you sure you can't take them out?'

'Yep, look I borrowed one from work, a Perspex sample so you can see how it works'

I covered myself and passed him the model.

'I can see now, you're ok until you push that bit in that locks it. Looks like you wear those forever then'

'It does, happy now'

'Yeah lets look at this web site of yours'
 

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 5 - Slaved by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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I got the web site up and running, I was quite proud of www.papillon.com. I had an interactive gallery with some video, online catalogue; you could even select colour options and see them. A links page was a must and we had online ordering too. A feature I liked was the guide. Aisha would take you round the site, a little comic style figure, with a spoken text, I was really proud of that.

It was a success almost immediately, that first week before Lancaster it got over a thousand hits, and some orders too.
 

Lancaster was coming up and Polly was busy preparing. We would both be wearing a sort of cross between bondage and street clothes, that is jeans with a corset without cups, both of us would have bare breasts for the weekend. I was starting to get used to all this exposure!

We used my car to travel up, we had quite a bit of stock, so the car was well packed, I had borrowed a laptop so people could check out the web site and even order from it. On the way up, Polly explained a bit more of the form for the weekend.

'We will be in the 'market' area, there's usually some leather workers, tattooists, piercer's, that sort of thing, plus a few specialist stalls' the punters come in two types, slaves and masters or mistresses, we have some rules to follow, here' she passed a brochure to me' have a read'
 

'Guidelines for Traders
* Trading allowed only between 6pm and 10pm Friday, 10am and 4pm Saturday and 10am to 4pm Sunday.
* Do not address any 'slave' directly if their master/mistress is present. If in doubt ignore the individual.
* Traders may attend the auctions and dinner on Saturday evening but no other sessions.'

 
There was more but you get the gist. The slaves really were treated as such, Polly said that she had heard of real trade, i.e. money changing hands for slaves, but it was quite a close community and rumour is always rife.

The site was a conference centre in several acres of parkland; passes were checked at the gate, security was tight. First job was unloading the gear, then Polly took our bags to our room while I started setting up. It was only 3pm so we had plenty of time to get organised.

The Friday session was not part of the formal gathering, which officially started at eight on Saturday morning. That didn't mean that some couples couldn't arrive already in their sub/dom. personas. As we could see the car park, we could watch the arriving 'guests', some turned up in regular clothes, some obviously the 'subs', would arrive practically naked and in chains, I could see that this weekend could be heavy.

By five thirty we were ready so in turn we went to 'change'. The other stalls were mostly small concerns, twenty including us ranging from a blacksmith (he had a portable smithy in the car park), to our clothing and restraints via piercing, carpentry and tattooing and one or two others. I didn't want to ask what some of the stuff was for; other bits were patently obvious. The blacksmith specialised in chastity belts and that sort of thing if you were wondering.

The doors opened spot on six and soon a reasonable number of couples mostly were milling around the stalls. Business wasn't exactly brisk but we had a good run on stuff like gags and hoods. It gave me, at least, a chance to get protocol sorted for tomorrow. Most shoppers introduced themselves for example: Master David and slave Judy, at least you knew where you were then. There were some mistresses and some one sex couples so there was plenty of variety.

We hit the bar for a couple of hours after closing and talked to some of the couples trying to avoid the slave thing unless they brought it up. Next morning was amazing; people who we had spoken to last night variously led partners on leashes or followed around, often in a high state of undress. I felt positively overdressed to some of these poor women, well poor in my eyes anyway. One girl, I have to say the only one I actually saw, was absolutely naked, her head shaved, all she wore was an iron collar and rings in each nipple and her labia. Her master led her by a chain from her collar hooked on his belt. Even in this company, this couple attracted attention from both slaves (pity) and masters (envy?). a few of the slaves had brands, one girl had three and quite a few sported tattoos which indicated ownership. Some of the doms wore street clothes; others camped it up with elaborate costumes.

I have to say we did good business, some stuff we ran out of, John was bringing a van with more stuff up this afternoon. At various intervals the room would clear while something went on in the main hall, I'm not sure I want to know what. John arrived and tipped the stock, he wasn't stopping, it was on his way to Glasgow where he was meeting a supplier first thing Monday, he was fishing tomorrow!

Shut up time came but I wasn't sure about attending the auction and dinner, Polly wanted to so that settled it. We, as traders could dress for this evening, the participants exposed more flesh than during the day. All the traders were seated in one area, to save our blushes as much as anything else. None of the slaves were seated at table, most were stood behind their master, others were, how can I put it politely, servicing various dinner guests. To one side a group of 'slaves' perhaps twenty in all, stood forlornly watching the diners. Polly whispered that they were to be auctioned between the main course and dessert.

Well the meal was excellent; I got talking to one of the piercer's, Polly was chatting to the blacksmith when a gong sounded. The auction was due to begin. The 'slaves' were brought one at a time on a circuitous route to the sales block; I recognised a couple of them, including the multi- branded girl. Several were quietly crying, only two were men, well barely more than boys really. The auctioneer really lived his part, extolling each ones virtues or failings and exacting what he considered a good price on each, the branded girl fetched  £1500, one pretty blonde raised almost  £5000. Afterward their new owners fetched their purchases and signed the tally book. The entertainment over, dinner continued.

Next morning we opened for business, but the punters were a little slow in arriving, although the blacksmith was in and out quite a bit. Curious I followed him on one such excursion and watched in horrified fascination as he riveted a collar around a young girl's neck. I left quickly. The branded girl, I saw having a ring fitted in her nose, the high priced blonde now sported a brand on her left hip and was whimpering, today more of the slaves were restricted by gags, hoods and straps than Saturday.

It was all a bit too real for me. In fact I know it was a bit too real for some of the participants. The toilets were a slavery free zone, I found the bald girl in there,

'I couldn't shave my head' I ventured

' Neither could I, master did this on Thursday, my hair was waist long, my finest feature'

'Why?' I was outraged for her

'I dropped a tray of dishes and broke some, this was punishment'

'You mean you live like this all the time?

'Yes, for five years since master bought me, the money paid off the bank, I was all I had left, it was this or the streets, at least this way I'm masters responsibility, I get fed' she looked down at her nakedness 'and clothed - sometimes'

'Are you ok?'

'Yes I'm fine, master is good to me, I have to go, bye'

With that she was gone and I knew they actually did buy slaves. Many of the couples around were willing part timers, some I now knew were real slaves bought and sold at whim, branded, abused and I could do nothing realistically to change that. In truth I couldn't wait to pack up and leave.

On the way back I spoke of what the girl had said to Polly.

'I thought there was some truth in the rumours'

'The thing is she was resigned to it, I mean who in this day and age does that to another human?'

'I guess you could argue that it's like a marriage, he looks after her, feeds her etc, she acts the part of a wife, they both get something out of it'

'I guess'

'Well don't worry, I won't sell you'

'Ha, ha'
 

I was reminded of it all again later in the week when I visited the piercer I met up north for some work. Before you jump to conclusions, I was getting rings put in that flap of cartilage inside the ear. I was very surprised to find to find the blonde who fetched such a high? price waiting inside, we got talking, we had a longish wait as Jim, the piercer was actually doing a tattoo.

Mandy was waiting for a tattoo, her buyer had paid in advance and she didn't know what it was or where. She had gotten into the slave thing by chance, and somewhere along the line had gone 'deep sub'. She was kept in a cage, she told me, and even today had a chastity belt on, only master had keys. She could leave anytime like today, but where could she go, no papers, no money, and a locked on handicap! Well I could see her point.

'What about this tattoo and that brand you got at the weekend, don't you mind?'

'Of course I mind but I'm bought, masters property. It could be worse look at what Tania's master did to her, at least I still look nice with my hair. Tania is really pretty, well she used to look sensational with all that hair.'

It clicked who Tania was the shaven headed girl.

Jim popped out

'Only a minute Julie'

And disappeared just as quick.

Mandy was actually looking a bit like a scared rabbit, you know, not sure whether to run or pretend you're not there.

'Er Julie?'

'You ok?

'Er fine, I know it's a bit of a cheek to ask, I hardly know you, but like could you stay with me for this?'

Well I had the afternoon off, why not, Mandy obviously needed some support and was the nearest to a friend she had right here.

'Ok Mandy, I'm not in a rush or anything'

'Julie, you're up next'

I went in to the workroom half-expecting Mandy to disappear while I was inside.
Lets face it my two little rings were a ten minute job and I was paid and everything within fifteen. To my surprise Mandy was still there, looking more nervous than ever.
Jim fetched her in and closed the door.

'Sorry Mandy, but you'll have to strip right off for this and it will take a while.'

She dropped her skirt and removed jumper and bra.

'Why such a long job Jim?'

'Well her, er partner want's it all done in one go, you got a lot of spare time?'

'Enough'

'Well you can help with the colours then.'

'You ok Mandy?

'I think so Julie'

'Can you stand with your arms up while I tape this stencil on'

Jim carefully fitted a huge piece of sugar paper around Mandy's body

' here take that thing off too' he gave me a key that fitted Mandy's ChB. When the poor girl got that off he finished taping the stencil in place. Then he carefully sprayed over the stencil with an alcohol-based ink that was dry within moments. The stencil came off and Mandy's fate was exposed. Well there was no doubt she would never be able to ignore it. Running sideways from top to bottom of her back in six-inch letters was the word 'SLAVE'. Her front didn't escape either, from neck to crotch was a stylised dragon, Nordic I think.

'Mandy, look I'm not forcing you to go ahead, you have to sign the consent, I'll give you a few minutes.

Jim went outside, I think for a smoke. Mandy was nearly in tears.

'You could just walk out Mandy'

'No I can't I told you, it's just that like this is the last time I will look normal ever. From today everyone will know I'm owned, I won't be able to pretend like I did coming here.'

'Look Mandy, I know Jim won't think less of you if you leave, I certainly won't'

'It's ok really, just tell him to do the back first.'

Jim returned

'Well?'

'We're go but two things, you take some before pictures for her to keep and you do the back first.'

'Ok, I'll get the forms'

Jim was actually quite a photographer and he took several shots from each angle. Then it was down to the tattooing, her back was not to be just black lettering, but it would look like a huge brand and would use about twenty colours.

Mandy lay on the table, Jim made her comfortable and started.

I hated the word but by the time, five hours later, Jim had finished, I knew a lot more about tattooing and the letters looked like a work of art. Jim was done in though.

'Mandy, I'm not doing your front today, we'll have to sort out another day to finish, hop off the table and I'll take a Polaroid for you.'

Well as you can imagine, Mandy was stiff and quite sore at this point, I had to help her stand. Jim took the shot and I applied the dressing on her back before helping her dress, she insisted on refitting the ChB and returned the key to Jim. I was thinking on my feet,

'When are you expected back Mandy?'

'About an hour after Jim rings master'

'Jim can you delay that call for a while? Like an hour?'

'Sure Julie, that would help me as well'

'Ok then Mandy, that gives us time to feed you and get you in a better frame of mind before you go back.'

She seemed relieved at the chance of the breathing space, and it would give me a chance to work on her about leaving this life, even with her new reminder under her skin. I took her to a pizza restaurant in Bromley and I worked at cheering her up and trying to convince her to leave. She hadn't seen the photo yet, so I handed it to her, she nearly broke down then.

'I didn't think it was that big.'

Well you imagine it, six inches was a good part of her back and five letters, all about 4 inches wide is a big area, with spaces, it ran from her neck to end at the top of her buttocks.

'Shush, it's alright, at least you didn't get your front done too'

'I guess, but it might seem worse to go through this again in a week or so'

'Maybe, but it does give you some breathing space. Do you get out much?'

'I have to go shop every day, why?'

'Look take this envelope' it was one of my self-addressed job seeking envelopes' it's got a stamp on. If I receive this with that photo inside, I'll come and get you.'

'Why would you do that for me? You hardly know me.'

'Lets put it this way, I hate slavery, at this level in particular and if I can help, I will. So if you decide you want to get out, live normally, post that envelope. Where do you shop?'

'I'll show you on the way, we'd better go or master will punish me'

I'd already volunteered as taxi.

Before she got out of the car I cautioned her,

'I can't guarantee a next day pickup, but I will come as soon as I can'

She took my hand

'Thanks Julie, this means so much to me'

'Just don't lose that envelope'

'I won't'

'Take care.'

Then she was gone back to her 'master'.
 

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 6 - Rescuer by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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I spoke to Jim next day; the 'front' session was pencilled for two weeks time. He confided that he was uneasy about doing it but if he didn't, likely a less able tattooist would. At least she would get a good job!
 

I confided with Polly and John on my 'plan' as far as it went, they were quite shocked by her treatment re the tattoo's, and offered to help if Mandy wanted out. To be honest I didn't think she would but I tweaked my plans, she could disappear relatively easily, accommodation was easy and the only possible link was Jim the piercer. Well I sounded him out and he wouldn't drop me in it, he had sympathies the same way.
Work was going well, the web site a confirmed hit, and the catalogue and video were launched the following Monday. Well I had to watch the video didn't i. Actually, watching my nipples being pierced was quite erotic and boy did those pants make me squirm! Unless you knew it was me you would be hard pressed to identify me in those shots, after all I was gagged and blindfolded which distorted my features somewhat. However I did not show my parents and Steve only got the printed version, where I was at least mostly fully dressed in some form. I'm not sure what Steve really thought seeing his sis in a fetish catalogue, he never did say.
 

The Thursday following the 'Mandy incident', I had a treat, I was to stand in for Polly on a trip with John to Amsterdam, to source some new gear. We flew from London City and by lunch we were at Claude de Jong's fetish emporium. I was to be the 'model', for a variety of Claude's creations, which were to say the least a bit off to the left so to speak.
I think you'll enjoy some of this so here goes. We started off with a couple of corset dresses, I thought they were a bit outside of our usual taste, sort of ballet style with lots of net, they were quite fun to wear, especially with the matching ankle boots. I was a bit worried about the next thing though.

I was stripped to a pair of pants with stockings and knee high boots laced tightly onto my legs. Next I was manoeuvred under a bar suspended from the ceiling, a lacing bar Claude called it, my hands were bound to it and the bar raised until my toes were just touching the floor and left! Well for ten minutes anyway. They returned with a strange bit of leather with lots of straps which was placed around my body, covering me from neck to ankle with separate arms and a hood hanging at the front. It was only when Claude began closing the garment around my back that I realised it was some sort of corset.

Deftly the Dutchman cinched the laces and tightened the corset around me. He grunted approval at the size it went to then the bit I was dreading, the hood. He fed a ball gag into my mouth and a breathing pipe was fed into it from the hood, then the hood was eased over my head and I lost all sense as both sight and sound were deprived and my breathing forced through my mouth. The hood was laced in back and then a neck collar tightened so keeping my head from moving.

Lacking all my senses I more felt than anything else the rest of the procedure. A tugging on my head and then the release of my arms meant I was now suspended by my head. Each arm was laced into a stiff leather glove then pulled behind me, quite uncomfortably, by what I could feel something else was then strapped or buckled and a jerk signified that I was now free standing and entirely likely to fall over. I had lost all sense of time but, the getting out was quicker than lacing in. John assured me that I was only inside for about ten minutes fully laced up, but it had seemed like hours. The delay was his fault, he had insisted on some photos so I could see it later.

They left me in the boots and stockings for the last few items, now these were really special. Claude fetched what looked like a suit of armour out and started dressing me. First a sort of chastity belt, there were various holes and slots, I didn't pay too much attention as I made myself comfortable. It wasn't closed yet as the next bit had to go on first, this was a corset, again in polished metal, this was one piece at the front with hinged 'doors' allowing ingress at the rear. Once closed, a long pin was used to lock it shut, an audible click confirmed that, it was tight I guessed less than 20" at the waist. The chastity belt then locked onto a flexible metal strip around the bottom an Claude locked it in place, even that was constrictive.

The other part was a sort of bra arrangement with a neckpiece built in. I eased my breasts into the polished orbs; each had a hole for the nipples that in my case poked through with the rings chiming on the polished orbs. Claude closed the back and shut it with another pin before fitting the neck brace in place and for a third time a click locked it shut. Well that bit of gear stopped my neck moving altogether. Using my rings to pull my nipples out a bit, john then fitted a two part olive behind the rings, distending my nipples nearly an inch. Finally another flexible strip was used to join corset and bra; my torso was encased in metal. To be honest it wasn't uncomfortable. Our host demonstrated that he was working on a full suit of 'bondage' armour but I actually liked just this bit. I tried on the bracers and they felt good, this would be great for the party next week.

Big mistake mentioning that!

'You must take and try Julie, john here are the accessories I want to know want people think'

'It's a bit draughty around the bottom Claude'

'You need the plate on Julie. Here' he slid a plate between my legs which I heard click into place' see no draught now'

He was right; feeling myself I realised that wearing this you couldn't do any personal business, hmm different. I was roused by John's exclamation of 'bugger'.

'Jules, get some clothes on we have a plane to catch'

'Ok, let me get this off'

'No time, just get your dress on we'll sort the rest out later'

'But'

'Just do it!'

Well that's how I managed to set the alarms off at Schipol airport and London City in one day. And boy was that humiliating, having to strip and show the security people my metal clad form. They were very kind, didn't make a big thing of it, John seemed however to enjoy putting me through it.

'You knew that would happen'

'Well I have to admit it did occur to me in Holland but I didn't set out to do it to you'

'I'll believe you, this time. You can get me out when we get to mine'
 

That's when part two clicked in. John brought the box of bits in to the house and started looking for the key; Claude used just one for all the locks except the crotch plate that used a pair of Allen head bolts to secure it. Well we searched that box and there was no key, at least we got the plate off, the bolts weren't fitted and it was only held on with a ball catch. At least I could pee through the mesh covering my vulva. John rang Claude, sure enough it was still in his office, he would send it DHL straight away, at best that would be in the morning now, that meant I was stuck for the night!

John left me to moan to myself, so I decided to check out the 'accessories. Finding a steel dildo, I thanked Claude for not fitting that, I would have never lasted the flight with that in. I hadn't taken too much note, but when you fitted the top cover, it formed a seal which would stop any 'leakage' of bodily fluids. A flush fitted push in valve would allow urine to be drawn off by a pipe.

The rear opening was bigger, the only way to empty the bowels with this on was by inserting first a hollow butt plug then effectively giving oneself an enema, the result sucked out in a reverse action. I needed to go so I gingerly fitted the bits, connected myself to the water supply and went for it. I'm not sure I'd recommend it but it cleared my bowels. I left the plug in and used the screw in seal to stop any leakage. I clicked the plate back on and thought I might as well bolt it shut, it seemed a final act of submission. At least I could pee with some dignity rather than drip through the mesh!

I checked myself out in the mirror, my breasts were two polished orbs, my waist, a perfectly sculpted 20"'s, and despite the ChB my nether regions flowed graciously. The neck brace supported my head with a perfect cylinder of polished metal that flowed down to join my bust. I looked like some sort of sci-fi cyborg! But I felt pretty sexy too.

I even managed to sleep in it, my neck was a bit sore but I otherwise felt ok. I heard the post arrive, so I hurried downstairs, no need to dress I already was. Bills, bills, circulars, self addressed envelope. I tore that open and there was the picture of Mandy's tattoo. I checked the time, if I got some clothes on, I could just get to her this morning. That's how I ended up in my metal suit for another day, I just missed the DHL guy and it had to be re-routed to Papillon.
 

I got to our pre-arranged rendezvous, the recycling bins at a supermarket, no sign of Mandy, was I too late, had she bottled out? I settled down to wait in the car where I could see the bins easily. While I waited I rang John to let him know what was happening and arranged to meet him later. Fifteen minutes, half an hour, then I saw her, she looked like a cheap streetwalker in high heels, mini skirt and a skimpy top, with a mans shirt over the top. I tooted the horn and she hurried over and got in her, only a mini backpack.

'You ok?'

'Apart from my back you mean? I think so Julie, I nearly didn't get here'

I selected forward and we left the precinct on the way to the Papillon factory.

'I thought I'd missed you, what happened to make you post the photo?'

Mandy drew herself up

'Well when I got back, in his eyes only half done, he was furious. He locked me in my cage and left me there till last Saturday. He was still in a foul mood, but he wasn't violent or anything and I thought that things would be ok. On Sunday Joe rang to make arrangements for my front and afterwards He was even moodier.' She gathered herself again

'you know he did that brand on my hip himself? He really enjoyed that. Well he's done two more.'

I could see the tears welling up

'You don't have to tell me Mandy'

'No I want to. He did this one first' she raised the hair on her neck, an ugly wound ran across her nape. 'After that He seemed to snap and did another one down here' she indicated her crotch area.

My senses were inflamed, this girl had suffered badly at this mans hands. She continued

'I decided I had to get out, so when he said I should shop on Monday I recovered the envelope and posted it, I was sure I could count on you'

'I only got it this morning, I'm sorry'

'I knew you would come and he let me shop for groceries every day. I think though that he had some suspicions, as this morning he said no shopping. In fact he was going out to work so he chained my ChB to a ring in the kitchen, I could do the chores but not leave the kitchen. Well I managed to unscrew the ring from the floor; he had done that on the cheap. I found a pair of his pants and pulled them over the ChB and the chain and broke into his desk. I got this' she waved a passport at me with a grin 'even slaves need passports to travel. I searched for some clothes but he had taken what few I had with him, these were all I could find' she looked a bit ashamed at that, she obviously didn't enjoy being dressed like a whore.

We arrived in short measure at the factory where John was waiting. I ushered Mandy inside and did the introductions. First job was get her out of the ChB then tend to her latest wounds. Trained as she was to obey, she stripped all the clothes off before John could say just the skirt. John then set to work on the ChB lock, it took him twenty five minutes to open it and then the horror of His abuse was on display - an ugly festering wound almost covered her bikini area. John made his excuses and left me to clean up the burns. The girl tried not to flinch, but she was obviously in some pain, the brand was deep and spelled 'sex', I was certain that she would end up scarred, too much damage had been done.

We moved to her neck, at least it wasn't as deep. The brand spelt 'slave', but with any luck and plenty of attention that could well recover and fade, I hoped for her sake. I checked her back, Joe's work was excellent it was such a pity she would always wear the word 'slave' engraved in technicolour on her back.

John came back with some clothes, as near to streetwear that Papillon produce. She still wore what she assured me were 6" stilettos, she explained that since becoming a slave she had nearly always, that is 24 hours every day had 6" heels locked on. We would tackle that later. We went round to the café and while Mandy had a late breakfast, John had some questions for me.

'I thought you wanted out of your chastity belt?'

I saw Mandy's ears prick up

'I do but the post came and I guess I've missed DHL, so I'm stuck in all this metalwork' I clanged the steel orb of my left breast.

'Well as you are in it, how about letting Dez take some shots?'

'I want out!'

'Well we don't have the key and I can't pick that sort, I'll sort out getting the key for you, but please, pictures? In fact I've an idea, take Mandy with you and stay for a couple of days.'

That actually sounded reasonable.

'Ok then, but just get that key soon, you wont believe what I have to go through for a pooh!'

'I don't want to know, ill ring Dez, he's down there with Mary working on something, and warn him to expect you'

By some fluke of luck I had picked up my own ChB accessories, so at least I could sort my toilet until the key arrived.
 

When Mandy eventually saw what I was locked into, she was as shocked as I had been at her branding's. I have to admit it was comfortable and looked amazing, the fact I couldn't touch any of my erotic zones was really strange but those perfect orbs with the gold rings and the cylinder neckpiece were amazing. The key eventually arrived only after I had spent a second night in it, it was quite a relief to get it all off, but I looked forward to wearing at least some of it to next weeks party.

One thing I did note was that I actually liked being corseted, I missed the embrace when that part came off. I borrowed a corset from the storeroom and had Mandy lace me in to 18". I kept it on!

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 7 - Corseted by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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We spent the weekend at the studios, then returned to my place Sunday evening to find Steve waiting for me. I introduced Mandy as a friend from work; I could tell my brother was smitten straight away by the way he acted. I left Mandy to settle herself into my guestroom and joined Steve downstairs. I didn't want Steve pushing himself onto Mandy and I wasn't sure I could tell him the whole truth, so I compromised with a tale of a failed relationship.

I had forgotten that he was going to help with some web updates but not a problem, we'd eat and do that later. I ordered pizza and fetched Mandy down. She was still wearing the stilettos, locked on with no hope of getting the keys.

'Um, Steve have you got any tools here'

'Yeah a few, why?'

'Well Mandy's lost the keys for those locks' I indicated her shoes 'could you try to get them off for her?'

Well, already smitten he needed no encouragement.

'Sure, they shouldn't be too difficult'

As it happened they were fortunately only simple brass jobs and a bit of jigging soon opened the clasp. I hadn't thought, but after the almost permanent wear Mandy had been exposed to, she now couldn't straighten her feet out and in fact her bones had reshaped themselves. Effectively she could only walk on her toes. For the first time in years Mandy was able to bathe properly, I left her wallowing in a bath of bubbles while Steve and I worked on the computer.

'Are you wearing some of your kinky stuff again sis?'

'What do you mean, kinky stuff?'

'You know, rubber undies or something, it's just, your sitting a bit odd, more sort of upright'

Well I didn't think anyone could tell, but as he'd noticed I'd better come clean.

'Erm, I suppose you could say that, I've er taken to, um, corset wearing and it sort of keeps you quite stiff' I waited for the expected reaction.

'Guessed there was something, this job has really changed you'

'Well I guess it's broadened my outlook some.' I felt compelled to confess about the chastity belt. 'Look don't tell the olds but I'm getting quite into the 'alternative' scene, it was a bit of an accident but I spent two days locked in a chastity suit - neck through to bum, and I have to confess to almost enjoying it'

'Well I guess whatever turns you on sis'

'Look Steve, I didn't tell the whole truth about Mandy.'

'Didn't for one minute believe you had'

'Hmm, well I suppose you ought to know - I've just helped her get her out of a slave / master relationship, she's 'had a bad time the last couple of weeks. Please I know you like her but don't push it, give her some space, she'll appreciate that.'

'Master / slave? I don't really want to know do I? Ok she gets the space.'

Mandy was too frightened to stay at the house alone, so she went into work with me. She borrowed some of my stuff and looked quite a normal girl apart from those towering heels, fortunately she was still only about five eight with them on. I set about finding some more info on corseting and was amazed at all the info on the net. It was clear that if I was going to do this seriously, I would need to commit time and money to the enterprise. As Papillon supplied only off the peg corsets - ok for occasional wear, I was going to have to spend good money on a custom job.

Well in for a penny, I got Mandy to measure and by three in the afternoon I had placed an order for a custom job. As delivery was about eight weeks, I organised half a dozen of the company corsets for my initial training. I was going to live a twenty-four hour, seven-day a week corseting life style. I told my employers of my plan and although surprised both Polly and John were very supportive.

On Tuesday I found Mandy a job near the Papillon office, serving table in a diner. It wasn't ideal but she was happy with it. Polly informed me of a trip we would be making to Germany at the end of next week, the three of us plus our photo team would be spending the weekend in Munich at a fetish 'convention'. Polly and myself would be modelling some Papillon gear during the 'catwalk' show, so we were both booked into Dino's this Friday. This Friday was party time again, I was going to wear the armour, Polly was still undecided.

I was corseting now and I had to plan everything to the Nth degree. That included eating, using the lav, what to wear, pretty much my whole life.

I organised for Mandy to stay with Steve while I was away, a mutually agreeable arrangement. This week however I was getting myself ready for the party. This time Dino's instructions from John were for me to get a barnet of cerise, he retouched my eyelashes and brows in blue, very sci-fi. Polly's shorter cut was more dramatic and I was quite surprised by the brutality of it, it was shaved diagonally from temple to nape leaving her a fringe but significantly bald! Her remaining hair was coloured a dramatic blue - that was a lifestyle cut, as one of the bosses I was very surprised she had allowed it.

My costume already sorted we spent the afternoon sorting Polly's out. She ended up in a blue rubber catsuit that set off her new hair cut in that it left one breast exposed. We coloured her nipple blue and with pale makeup and blue lips she looked quite something. My turn then and I needed both Polly and Mandy to help me into the full metal suit. I made sure all the toilet facilities were fitted and plugged in; front and back, then had Mandy lock everything on. I finished off with black rubber stockings and ankle boots and fitted polished bracers and anklets. With my chrome nails and silver lipstick I think I looked amazing. Steve was looking after! Mandy overnight, so the two fetish queens went off to party.

This time I enjoyed it from the outset, we made quite a pair on our entrance, all metal and rubber. I recognised a few people from last time and soon I was one of the 'gang', exchanging stories and experiences. This outfit was not good for dancing, so I left it to Polly to cut a rug, which she did with some abandon. I was looking forward to the parade, Polly won the rubber category, I won the metalwear competition, and I was very chuffed when I won best of party to wide acclaim. My prize this time a bit more valuable, a German made custom chastity belt, not really me but well, I was wearing one tonite wasn't I!

I crashed at Polly's for what was left of the night, I had forgotten the key again, well not quite but Mandy had it, and she was with my brother. Biting the bullet I caught a taxi to Steve's and with only one of Polly's raincoats for cover waited for Steve to answer the door.

'Morning bruv, can I come in' I pushed past him

'And hello to you too sis. To what do we owe this early honour'

'Mandy has my key'

'Key in the singular'

I suppose he might as well see

'Yes, for this' I opened the coat and my sibling took a double take

'You are locked into that thing, willingly?'

'Of course willingly, it was for a, um party last night' I was blushing heavily

'Oh that sort of party, hang on I'll get Mandy'

'I'll make some coffee'

Minutes later a semi dressed Mandy, obviously roused from post coital bliss, arrived in the kitchen, followed by my brother.

'Coffee?'

'Thanks Julie'

'Sis why didn't you tell me all of Mandy's story, think I couldn't hack it. If I got hold of that brute I'd, well I don't know, give him some of his own medicine. Oh and I like the pink hair'

'Cerise and that's why I didn't tell you, you just fly off the handle.'

'Don't have a go at him Julie, he's very sweet. He nearly fainted when I showed him my tattoo.'

'Well I think most people would. How are the other bits?'

'They have scabbed well but I guess only time will tell'

'That really makes my blood boil, a tattoo is one thing but brands, that's barbaric'

'I don't think either of us disagrees with that sentiment. Anyway, Mandy have you got the key for metal mickey?'

'Oh sure, hang on a minute'

'Steve, I've also decided to do something else, I know it's a bit of an odd thing, but I've started corset training'

'Ok then what's that about then?'

'Well, essentially by wearing a tight corset over a period of time I permanently alter my body shape. It's not for work, it's a personal thing and a bit more subtle than say tattoos'

'Well it's your body sis, you know where I am if you need me'

'Here you are Julie, one key for your metal suit. You taking it off here?'

'No, I'll do that at home. You staying here or coming with me?'

'I'll come with you, give me a minute'

'You take care of her bruv, she's been badly hurt'

'You know I will'

Mandy came back down and we left for my place.

'What's the bit with the corsets then Julie?'

'I don't really know, I just wanted to do something, I enjoy being in corsets and it seemed logical.'

'Have you like got a target or something?

'Well the long term aim is an unlaced 16" waist'

'That's minute!'

'Yeah well that's a long way off. For now I start by wearing corsets laced to 20", that's not much off my current waist. And I'm going to need help, you up for it?'

'How could I refuse, sounds like it could be fun.'
 

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 8 - Munich by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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We flew out to Munich and booked into our hotel. Polly and myself got quite a bit of attention, our blue and pink hair cuts standing out even in a country with sex shops at the airport. The fair we were attending was actually taking place about 30km away in the Schloss Halbe Weis. The flight had been a bit of a trial in a tightly laced corset, but I had survived in one piece, just.

The festivities at the Schloss were over four days, Thursday and Friday, were catwalk days, Saturday was more laid back with seminars, culminating in a fetish ball in the evening. Sunday was to be a wind down culminating in a buffet lunch at Munich city hall.

As a company, Papillon was to exhibit both days on the catwalk and John was giving a talk on new developments in the 'scene'. As there was only Polly and me to model, Mary was drafted in to help and despite her protests she ended up modelling too. We showed in rotation with three other small fetish suppliers, that gave everyone a chance for costume changes. Thursday concentrated on rubber wear, which I actually like wearing although it was hard work changing about ten times.

The other models, mostly German's, were mostly in archetypal buxom blonde, our slightly extreme hair and more restrained figures attracted a lot of attention. Mary, after much cajoling agreed to do her hair a vivid orange, so we made quite a trio. The costumes on display ran from a white latex wedding gown to inflatable suits, with every step in between.

Friday was the more extreme fashion day. I got to wear 'my' metal chastity suit besides a selection of corsetry and bondage gear. The Germans were well into chastity garments as I was to find out on Saturday. The afternoon session included a parade of pierced and tattooed bodies, I have to say done right both can enhance a bod, but get it wrong, well some of those on display detracted rather than enhanced.
Each evening we had returned to our hotel and actually spent the time quietly talking and drinking. Friday night John told us that he had hired the three of us out to model for a German guy Saturday. Hmm, I'll get my own back! Well John introduced us to Joachim then went off for his presentation. Joachim spoke pretty good English and explained that we would be demonstrating the latest chastity wear to hit the market. Didn't sound too bad, well the other pair were to get off lightly, he took a shine to me so I got 'star' treatment.

Well I ended up in a moulded carbon fibre creation, which was comfortable to wear, shaped much like a tanga brief. Once locked, it was quite restricting but not too restrictive, it certainly felt better than other ChB's I'd had on. The surprise was that an outside party could insert both dildoe's and butt plugs with it in situ, although it was impossible for normal intercourse. Of course Joachim had to demonstrate this facility, much to the audiences enjoyment and my embarrassment. He then locked a 'safety' plate in place and moved onto a bra arrangement similar to the metal suit. Again it was carbon fibre which locked firmly together, however there was no nipple access.

At the end of the demonstration, the other two were released, somewhat to Mary's relief although I'm sure Polly was quite happy. Me, well Joachim bet me I couldn't stay fully locked in with the dildoe's till the ball. Now that was really throwing down the gauntlet, the prize a custom set of the carbon chastity gear.

Needless to say I won, Joachim agreed to measure up in the morning, and I agreed to wear the tanga for the ball. My costume was a corset dress, similar to the ones I modelled in Amsterdam but a bit less flouncy, I was laced to about 18" which looked spectacular. The front of the skirt was flounced up to reveal my underwear; Joachim was going to get his money's worth with the ChB on display all night. John had locked me into everything and I even had my ankles chained together.

Mary got to wear a long corset dress laced to the knee, restrictive but very nice and our reluctant model was quite happy. On the other hand Polly this time got short straw. John had borrowed from one of the Germans a rubber gown with a difference; it was inflated till it was almost solid to touch. It was actually a fairly classic looking thing that was put on like a catsuit with floppy bits, this was then inflated, and Polly could only move her ankles. The top was of a puff sleeve design and once inflated the only way she could hold her arms was in an open embrace. She was not amused.

At the ball were several obviously experienced lacers, one had on a metal corset with the centimetre size engraved around the waist, it translated to 14"! Well it was quite a night and some girls even made a couple of costume changes; I was actually unaware of wearing the ChB by mid way through the evening.

As the Germans do, the dancing was pretty formal and Polly's embrace was ideal, John actually deflated the arms a bit so she wasn't quite so restricted. It was an extremely good night. Around eleven the 'adult' entertainment started. A young woman, i hope she had volunteered, she at least came in willingly was ritually stripped by two others then strapped to a wooden frame by her ankles and wrists. Her short black hair was then shaved off along with any other hair the girls could find! Then followed a session of what can best be described as hot wax torture as almost every part of her had hot wax dripped over it, head, breasts, clit, and feet. At the end of the session she was covered with the wax and was carried off still attached to the frame. I learnt that she was placed in the entrance hall, she was still there when we left much later.

A demonstration of 'Pony' training came next, a trainer and his two 'ponies' went through their paces of dressage and jumping. To be honest, this was a bit tame after the wax. The two girl 'ponies' were well prepared with hoofed boots and gloves, tails and their hair worn as a mane with full traceries but otherwise naked.

Next came a demonstration of, we were informed, the Japanese style of bondage. Lots of tight ropes were knotted around a young ladies body and tied off to leave her in impossible positions. The final part of that demonstration involved the obviously limber girl having her ankles tied to her neck from the back, it looked excruciating and I vowed never to get involved with that sort of thing.

The last session was live mummification! A volunteer first endured having a catheter fitted outside of the main hall, before rejoining the hall's occupants. She was then gagged before the mummification started. Naked as she was, first she was thoroughly doused in talc then the wrapping began. Arms, then legs, followed by torso and finally head leaving just her face exposed. Then her legs were bound together and in turn her arms were bound by the crepe bandage to her sides, she could now move no parts at all. During all the wrapping the catheter had been run out through the layers so in theory she could stay like this indefinitely!

Due to a lot of encouragement from the floor a final stage was added. That is the gag was removed and a face-breathing mask fitted before her head was totally encased. Lastly the whole mummy was then painted with some sort of size, this dried and set within the hour leaving the girl in a solid cocoon with just the end of the breathing gear and the catheter advertising a human presence. The poor girl, I later found out was not released for a week!

I learnt more about fetish in one night than a lot of people find out in a lifetime! I did of course return to my corset on the Sunday, we did a bit of sightseeing around Munich before catching our return flight to Heathrow. This time I was ready for the discomfort, and in fact I noticed it far less than I had on the outward journey. I reflected on the last couple of months on the flight back. I had gone from a relatively shy fetish virgin to a completely hooked fetishist. I have been exposed to rubber, bondage, piercing, tattooing, corsetry, chastity and slavery, topped up with this weekend's contribution of ponies, mummies and humiliation. Surely there can't be much more? Could there?

Of course I'm often wrong, as I was soon to find out. Things actually settled down for a while, the monthly fetish parties with Polly, and even Mandy, occasional photo sessions down at Ashford and a series of sessions around the country giving shows to 'private' fetish groups. These last often included an element of bondage, I didn't mind but it's not really my scene.

Mandy moved in with Steve, my parents when they met her were charmed. Her burns had healed but the branding was quite obvious, putting her hair up was not really an option in everyday situations. Although now having some involvement via his girlfriend, and myself Steve remained apart from the fetish business, I can't say as I blame him really.

It was actually late summer when everything as they say, went pear shaped.

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 9 - Kidnapped by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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John gave me a bonus in August, the Internet shop was a real success and sales were well up. So I decided on a few days vacation, a return to Germany I thought would be nice, so I booked a hotel in Stuttgart, the Black Forest nearby, galleries in the city, plenty to do. Of course anyone with mauve hair was going to attract attention, but apart from my now ever present corsets, I kept the rest of my clothing pretty mainstream.

I hired a car and drove around for a bit on my first full day, taking my time and unwinding just nicely. The second day, Tuesday, I hit the city and the shops and galleries kept me occupied all day. Wednesday I decided to drive across to Baden Baden. I spent time checking out the Casino and then took the waters at the public baths, the Romans discovered them and I can see why they liked them. It was still fairly early so I decided to drive back across the Schwarzwald, perhaps find a restaurant for dinner before returning to Stuttgart.
I picked a route off the main drags and now I deeply regret doing so. A rumbling from the rear signalled a puncture, at the best of times I'm not much good at this sort of thing, so when an elderly Mercedes pulled up, I was relieved that I might get some assistance. How dumb can you get? The driver, a middle aged man, got out and came over and tried his German on me, I'm no linguist, my German was just not up to the conversation, but using gestures and pidgin English he seemed to agree to change the wheel for me. I watched for a couple of minutes as he set about the task then lost interest and wandered off into the trees a short way. Well I didn't stand a chance, he was on me and had me blindfolded, trussed and gagged expertly and obviously with practice in under a minute.

I was carried struggling back to the road and dumped into a car boot, I don't know which, but we were soon travelling, no great speed but lots of up and down and turning. The trip was not long, probably no more than half an hour before the car stopped and after a few minutes the trunk was opened and I was hauled out. Even I knew that I had been abducted, for what reason I could only guess, rape was obviously high on the list. It was a short list.
I was carried into some sort of building; it sounded like a wood hut, no echoing of plaster or brick walls. I was dumped in a corner and felt a collar placed around my neck, then an audible click as a lock hasp was closed, a trial movement confirmed I was now chained to apparently the wall. My abductor retreated saying something in his native tongue before leaving me still gagged and blindfold with both wrists and ankles bound with some sort of cloth.

I lost all sense of time, I could hear nothing from outside and only my own shuffling made a noise inside. I managed to get reasonably comfortable; there was sufficient chain to allow me to lie on the floor where I did manage some fear induced, fitful sleep. I awoke to a draft and the noise of a door shutting. My captor made it pretty clear I was to sit up, my blindfold was removed and for the first time I could see my surroundings.

I had guessed correct with the wood hut, it was more of an open plan cabin however and I was held in a pen like arrangement in one corner. The rest of the room sent alarming signals, not just rape but torture looked to be on the cards. My host had obviously been practising his English,

'I undo feet and hand, you strip, take clothes off' he made it sound like 'clothis'
Well obviously I had to struggle, it's part of any such plot, but a tug on the chain reminded me that I was unlikely to get away that easily.

'Struggle, you hurt, do as say you OK, ja?'

That was laying it on the line, I nodded, he motioned for me to strip and I complied. He ahh'ed when my corset, still laced at 20" was revealed and my nipple rings set off a session of touchy, feely which I could do little about. He left me corseted for now and then manacled my wrists and ankles before disappearing into a second room. I could hear some shuffling of furniture, cupboards opening and closing, he came out and ran a tape over my assets before again disappearing into the other room. When he returned a second time he released the chain from the wall and not allowing me any slack pulled me into the other room.

A very solid table cum bench, which I was forced up onto, dominated the room. My collar was then locked down so that I could not move my head more than an inch or so. My arms were fastened up above my head and my ankles were pulled toward the lower corners and restrained. I kept my bush trimmed short or shaven depending how I felt but what came next was to say the least painful. All I can really tell you is that barely a hair has returned since so I guess he must have used some sort of electrolysis and he was thorough!

Then instead of the expected rape he took delight in showing me my new toilet arrangement before he fitted the catheter, even a wee was beyond me now. He turned me over and my rear got the same depilatory treatment before an unusual butt plug with a removable core was fitted, so that was out too! I was returned to my back only after he released my corset laces so he could take it off.

At this point he changed my position to a standing one next the bench with my arms pulled high above me and toes barely touching the floor, I new a lacing bar when I saw one so what came next was less of a surprise. He fetched a corset to me and loosely fastened the double busk, it was laced not only at the back but to each side from waist to bottom too and was clearly smaller than what I normally wore. Well I nearly fainted a couple of times before he tied the thing off. He ran his tape around my solid waist,

'Ah vierzehn, you say fawty centimetres' he was obviously pleased, I calculated that to be a bit under 16", quite small enough thank you.

Still suspended he then produced what looked to be a solid pair of pants, but quickly it became apparent that it was a chastity device of some sort. Before he went on though he produced a dildo of Herculean proportions, fully four inches round and ten long. Well you can guess where that went, it filled me entirely, worse was to come, he then used what looked like a darning needle to sew my lips together over the end of the vibrator, for it was indeed destined to drive me crazy.

Only after this was the chastity pant pulled up my legs, I was unlikely to be raped with this lot, small consolation. The solid unit was eased over my hips before being closed over the corset and using some kind of ski binder, tensioned up. As it pulled tighter I could feel that where it contacted my labia a group of dastardly studs rubbed, already causing some sexual discomfort, stuffed as I was with the huge vibrator. I could feel Hermann; well that's what I dubbed him playing with something between my legs before he finished closing the belt. He used a strange key to operate a lock

'Only one key, you not get out of this without. Made from kevlar!'

Kevlar, that's the stuff they use for bulletproof vests, I feared he was right. Moving behind me again, I felt a slight internal draft when he removed the core from the butt plug, then something was pushed through and into my bowel. I was unsure what use a bicycle pump could be until I felt a bladder of some sort inflating inside me. The tension remained and he fiddled with something before I got a feeling of turning and he stood and came to taunt me again.

'You only toilet when I allow, I show'

He pulled a long mirror over and placed it between my legs so I could see his handiwork. The chastity belt fit seamlessly with my flesh, I looked like a Barbie doll down there, no sign of sex or rear exit to be seen, just the vaguest outline of the cap which closed my rear.

'You urine, it go ass, stay in you till I say'

No kidding Hermann.

He then fitted me with some heelless knee length boots that laced tightly to my feet and lower legs. My feet were held vertical, even more than the ballet boots I'd seen through work, there was no possible way of really standing in them. I was returned to the bench where my arms were now encased in very similar sheaths. Next he produced the item I grew to hate most, the rubber suit. It was tight and covered me from top to toe, there was a small grommet to access my rear and my nipple rings were pulled through two tiny holes so my nipples were squeezed while the rings hung free. It was sealed from tiny waist to neck with a sort of ziploc arrangement which he then completely sealed onto me with a heat sealer.

I wore that bloody rubber suit for three months straight, laced to 16 inches and locked in a chastity belt. I couldn't stand or hold anything; I was fed using animal type suction feeders. I don't know what he got out of it; from time to time he would dress me up like a doll, or would truss me further, even suspending me for days at a time. That dildo was used as punishment, I don't know what for but it was excruciating, coming continuously for hours at a time leaving me totally exhausted. I was moved once, a moulded face mask was strapped on which had no eye holes so I've no idea where I was taken, but from the voices and other noises it was some sort of fetish affair. My sense of feeling was numbed but I could swear that at one point I had four women, I guess, using my hands and feet as sex aids, yeargh!

I wore a rubber gag almost continually except at feeding times. True to his word he usually 'emptied' me each day, although several times he didn't come for two or three days which was excruciating.

When he sold me things changed.

I was taken in an old camper on a long drive at night, only now do I know it was into deepest Bavaria. So, now I was like Mandy, something to be bought and sold. My buyer was a sadist, I could only hope that I was rescued sometime soon, I would have been missed by my parents and employers quite soon, so hopefully some one was looking for me. What I could never at that time guess was that they all thought I had died in an auto smash, my hire car was found at the foot of a gully, with what was thought to be my remains inside. They didn't check too closely, my belongings were there, hence no reason to suspect foul play. My original captor was a pro.

My new owner released me from my three months of rubber hell and chastity and left me locked in a windowless room with a shower and toilet pan.

'Use' were his instructions

The shower was bliss, I was still sewn up and catheterised although I had lost the butt plug, my anus was as a result of the stretching now having trouble stopping leakage. When he came back I asked for another plug, he didn't want it but when I showed him the problem he just grinned and fetched a more than ample bung which he placed with little care in the hole. Having to wee using a tube has its advantages, no leaks and you can do it like a guy stood up.

I checked my body out, I was emaciated, my breasts had lost some size and my waist was now a permanent 16 inch, there was actually some looseness before it was removed. My hands and feet were suffering more from cramp than anything else thankfully. Only my sex seemed to have suffered real lasting damage, not improved when my 'owner' opened me to remove the vibrator. I bled like a pig, he was expecting that and supplied a compress and antiseptic cream, and like my anus I was well stretched here too. He left the catheter in place, I don't think I could have managed to wee if he hadn't.

This guy didn't keep me restrained for most of the time, my cell was heated so even naked it was not too uncomfortable, I had a thin mattress and duvet for sleeping and he did actually believe in feeding me. After the first week he kept me laced in a tight corset for all but brief shower breaks, he obviously wanted to retain my tiny waist.

I was now used, and I mean used, for sex on a regular basis, he preferred my ass, stretched, as it was which facilitated easy entry. A couple of times I was tied to a bed and over several hours was used by upwards of twenty men and even a few women with strap on's. Other times I was trussed, whipped and otherwise tortured with various implements. I wasn't always gagged, I tried to keep my own counsel, supply responses as required but I answered wrong one day.

He strapped me tightly to a table and blindfolded me. Before I knew what was happening my tongue was clamped in some forceps and pulled from my mouth. I feared I was about to loose it but perhaps worse I felt a brush of heat moments before a searing pain in my tongue. It continued for perhaps a minute before water was poured into my mouth and over my face and my still connected tongue released. It hurt like hell. It was days before I could speak again I could taste burning constantly but it was only when the swelling subsided that I discovered exactly what he had done. Not wishing to damage me out side, I had had my tongue pierced by a hot iron, a hole as big as my little finger decorated, if that's the word, my tongue. This did two things, gave me a lisp that I'm assured is quite flattering and a hole through which I could be further tortured or tethered.

I grew to understand how Mandy had felt, no escape, best option to go along with the treatment. I didn't fancy any more punishments; I might not get away so 'lightly' next time. Time passed and I adapted to what seemed my fate, rescue was not looking too likely, my German was improving what more could a slave want? Well obviously a lot but I wasn't likely to get any of it.

Gauging time was not easy but I guess I was in that flat for around ten weeks or so before I was made into an immobile statuette for a week. I still wore a catheter, he wouldn't remove it but I was at least used to it now. I was bound wrist, neck and ankle and put into a plastic box. This was then filled to shoulder level with sand and then plaster some three inches deep poured on. When he lifted me out I was encased in a slab of plaster with no possible way out even with my hands free. By the time he finished I looked as though I was sinking through concrete. I was getting quite docile by this time so when I was exhibited in an actual public exhibition I did nothing to help myself, I guess he drugged me too.

After that episode, I was fitted for a new corset, which arrived pretty quickly. My captor stretched me from a lacing bar for the fitting, when he produced the 'garment' I was a little appalled for it was solid with the tiniest waist I had ever seen. It covered from my hips to finish in two moulded breasts - too perfect in shape by far with just a rear opening, so it had to be sprung about my torso. My nipples were passed through a neoprene grommet and the rest of each breast eased into the cups. I couldn't see the closure mechanism; it wasn't laces but even uncinched it held me tightly. Over the next month of my captivity, my use for sex was stepped up; my solid body seemed to act as an aphrodisiac to him and his friends.

All the while the corset was gradually being pulled in, my already small waist was constricted by the carbon fibre encasing me until after wearing it continuously for seven and a half weeks he was satisfied. Thirty centimetres the tape read when he showed me, I could touch fingers about me, when I caught my reflection soon after I could see a bizarre insectoid shape, I hadn't realised but there was a significant pipe stem waist, must have been three inches. A couple of days later he chained me to the kitchen table and proceeded to seal the rear closure with more carbon fibre. I stayed there for two days while it cured then that was it, a permanent corset with a twelve-inch waist!

He started to become restless I could tell and when I was again strapped down, this time face up, I thought I was in for more rapine. In fact the opposite. He sprayed my sex with something and although I could see he was fiddling down there, I couldn't feel anything, obviously it had been some sort of freeze spray.

When he finished he took delight in showing me his work. My lips were pulled through a plate that covered my sex completely, and to my horror not even just one, but ten rings pierced them, holding them closed, but not only that attaching the plate very thoroughly to me. Even worse he explained that the rings were the same type as those in my nipples. I would never remove this chastity device and would forever use a catheter to wee.

The bastard.

My use for sex didn't stop; it was just transferred to my rear.

I had been a captive for almost a year when fate took its hand. My owner decided to go to a slave convention, taking me as exhibit one.
 

Julie discovers a new side to herself as well as experiencing many hidden aspects of society including fetishism, bondage and then a much darker aspect - abduction and slavery.   Any Job in a Storm Chapter 10 - Return by Maddy Bell Copyright © 2003 Maddy Bell All Rights Reserved.

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I was to say the least amazed when my 'owner' announced that we were going away for a few days. My hair, which by now was rather a mess, needed some attention that it received from one of his friends, apparently a hairdresser. I ended up with my waist length hair bleached completely white and permed so I had a cloud of curly white hair. It was obviously long in the planning as I received neck, ankle and wrist restraints of carbon fibre which were bonded like the corset not to be removed.

For the journey, I was gagged by a very discreet two-part affair fixed through my huge tongue piercing. I did however get to wear proper clothes for the first time in a year, I say proper, i.e. a dress over my fixed underwear teamed with 6" heels. I thought I was finally going to see outside but just before we departed he fitted me with opaque contact lenses, I looked unimpeded but I was essentially blind.

I was loaded into a car and strapped in, my ankles chained to something between my feet, my wrists were linked together and my hands enclosed in a single mitt. Any idea of escape was effectively thwarted.

The journey was long, we stopped for food somewhere along the way, my gag was removed and the mitt taken off and a hot dog thrust into my hands. My release was all too short and we were soon back on the road, he did at least let me release my bladder's contents first. We must have travelled for another four or five hours before we stopped and I was escorted to a room where my bindings and gag were removed. With a caution not to remove the contacts, I was then locked in for the night. I could hear very little outside of the room but I was certain I had heard some other language to German being used by someone on the transfer to this room.

Next morning, I guess - it's what my body clock thought; I was fed as I was now used to, before being used for sex. I fell asleep when he had done, and slept deeply. When I awoke, my face was sore as were my arms and legs, well most of me really. I was kept in the room for over a week by a guess, the soreness subsided, and my thoughts turned to wondering why. I couldn't come up with anything, much less the real reason.

We were on the move again, I was trussed again for this much shorter trip, only an hour or so. When our destination was reached I was attached to a leash which was then used to lead me into a building where my ears were assailed by a clamour of people. I realised then this was a slave fair or convention, even in another language the slave/master conversations were easy to pick out. When we were once more ensconced in a private room I eventually recovered my sight. It took a few minutes to adjust but I could see again and wished I couldn't.

It all came together now, the soreness affecting me all over, at some point, probably drugged, I had been the subject of some further body modifications from a tattoo gun. Essentially I was now wearing a body decorated with a complete body suit, well that's what it looked like anyway. Just my hands, feet and head were not covered in the multi-coloured extravaganza. They had not escaped the attentions however, both hands had matching multi colour patterns on the back, these were echoed on my feet. My neck up to my jaw line was also tattooed, only my face was not coloured. It was but I didn't find that out till later.

I got strict instructions on what I was to do, to be honest I was so distraught by the tattoos that I just nodded and went along. I was naked but for my perma wear gear, gagged and leashed, I was probably in a worse way than Mandy was when I first saw her. After all I was destined to be used as a whore with only a rear entrance, with a full body tattoo, in a foreign land for who knows how long.

My luck was just about to change.

The fair was being run in a similar fashion to the one I had gone to in Lancaster with Polly. Biggest difference was location, language and extremes shown. By the signage and the fact something not German, I was quite proficient in that now, was being spoken, I guessed we were in Holland. As a slave I just followed my putative owner around and answered in good German any query he let me. From my previous experience I knew it was better to play along than buck him, so Julie was now Slave Carbon, that's what I answered to in my best German.

I thought my body was abused but looking about, I was far from being unusual. One girl I saw was covered with brands and not just her torso, another had two rows of rings down her back laced like a corset. Amongst the crowds I thought I saw a familiar face, but no it couldn't be, well it certainly looked like Steve. Couldn't possibly be that lookalike had a slave in tow, one with a huge tattoo that I recognised. I had to battle my instincts to rush across, how come Steve and Mandy were here and just as important why were they acting like slave and master?

I wasn't sure that I was recognisable, the white bubble perm and multi hued skin, but there was just a hope anyway. I studied them as they progressed through the gathering, if it was an act it was spot on, a couple of times Mandy was chastised for apparently nothing. Steve was systematically moving through the crowd and I realised he was looking for something, someone, me? The couple approached my master and Steve started a conversation, I can't recall what he said but it was something about admiring his slave, me that is. Mandy was checking me out but obviously wasn't able to comment. My brother addressed me

'Do you like your master, he is so generous with you?' Steve spoke in English.

I hesitated a touch before answering in perfect German, 'Ja, ich bin gluck' which by his reaction was unexpected, for a German speaker I understood English right good!

I did my best to contain my excitement, had Steve or Mandy actually twigged that the tattooed German girl was the missing Julie? Well I needn't have worried on that score. They later told me that the lisp nearly put them off but Mandy at least was 100% sure it was me. I now had a realistic chance of rescue sometime soon.

It was sooner than I could have hoped. That night my 'master' locked me to a floor-mounted vertical bar, it was attached directly to my collar and left me forced into a crouch. In addition my ankles were manacled to this bit of torture gear and my wrists in turn to them. I was awoken that night by Mandy with a bundle of clothes and a dark wig. My recent master was unconscious and Steve was in the process of binding him.

'Quick fraulein, dress'

'God am I glad to see you two' I lisped

'Not half as much as us, now hurry'

'If I'm going anywhere you will have to get me off of this'

'Oh shit, there's bolt cutters in the car, I'll have to fetch them'

'There's keys in his jacket pocket'

'Great'

Mandy soon had me freed and I did as I was bid and was dressed by the time Steve had finished. Mandy grabbed the felons bag, I knew he kept everything in that.

Steve led the way as we excited the hotel and I spotted something familiar, my lovely Saab convertible.

'In'

I jumped in the back, Mandy and Steve in front, and Steve took us sedately away from my persecutor.

'You alright sis?'

'Well as good as it gets right now. How did you find me?'

'Mandy's idea really, we were sure you were alive, oh you don't know do you, well the police said you died in the car crash, but we, and John and Polly for that matter didn't believe it. But how could we prove otherwise. The break came when some woman came forward just before Christmas, she had seen you stopped changing a wheel with some guy in a Merc.'
Mandy took up the tale

'Between us we kept looking, the police found the vital clue, a picture of a girl in fetish gear, it wasn't a good picture but it was you and the camera put dates on the pictures, it was taken weeks after the smash.'

Steve took it up again,

'Problem was, where were you? As you were obviously being held somewhere our options were limited. John and Polly put the word out with their contacts but it didn't look too hopeful. My wife, oh you didn't know that either, we're married now, thought that we could try the fetish scene across the continent and so we have, with Papillon's sponsorship, been doing the rounds. We weren't going to do this one, I know how Mandy feels about the slave trade, but Mand insisted and I'm glad she did'

'Me too, thanks Mandy, you can't believe how much I owe you.'

'You owe me nothing, er did you know your face keeps changing colour?'

'It must be the street lights'

'Uht, uh, not those colours'

It then dawned on me; my face was sore at the same time as the rest of me.

'The bastard, it must be light sensitive ink he used to tattoo my face'

'We've got his papers, he won't get away with it'

'Too right he won't!' I was enraged more than ever 'you see these?' I indicated my wristbands 'the bastard has bonded these, the ones on my ankles and neck plus this corset' I rapped my torso 'they are going to take some getting off, if at all. And there's somewhere else too'

Mandy got my drift, I guess Steve did by his silence.

'I saw that corset thing, does it hurt?'

'Not now, but it's a bit extreme.'

'How big is it, it looked painful small'

'Lets put it this way, I touch fingers around me, he did show me, I think it was 30cm.'

'Bloody hell, that's only twelve inches!'

'Well at least I won't need to worry about corsets. I've not seen me for weeks.'

'How long have you been tattooed?

'By my reckoning about ten days, but I only found out when we got to the fair, he kept me blinded. He was subtle like that, opaque contact lenses, my tongue,' I showed my pierced tongue, Mandy winced 'and my bum has been sorely abused.'

We were back home next morning, my captor was arrested, but it wasn't the end of my torment. My shackles were removed and the chastity plate was released, the catheter was at long last removed and that was bliss. The carbon corset took a bit more effort but that too came off to reveal my distorted torso and my biggest area of un-tattoed flesh. I was lucky really, the tattoo ink was high quality and of a new gel type, not like Mandy's, and despite first panicked impressions, there wasn't as much as I thought, that meant that laser removal was highly successful, if a long process. (I did keep a couple, but I'm not telling where) the only untreatable area was my eyelids, I would forever have glow in the dark make up!

It was several months before I was ready to face the world again and return to work at Papillon, my baby, the Ethernet shop was still a roaring success and I was happy to be back to a normal life. I will always have to wear a corset now, my waist cannot support my upper body properly, but that's no real hardship. It will be two years soon since I uttered those fatalistic words, 'Any job in a storm', and I've had adventure enough to last a lifetime and exposure to more alternative lifestyle than I really wanted. My brother has married the girl I rescued from a life of slavery and I've lived that life myself. Phew.

Perhaps I can live a normal life again?