{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"926dde6b-01a0-4202-b96c-6101e9449705","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-03-18T10:32:48.695Z","title":"Switching","slug":"switching","shortId":"AvOToNrW","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Investigative journalist Miriam asks her friend Peter to put her into a sophisticated bondage-suit. It's all for the sake of a covert operation, but things escalate quickly.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3907c953-6c4f-4594-8920-316e06c71a97","title":null,"summary":"\"This is a joke.\" Peter Folkerts was shocked, his \nface white as a sheet while red blotches appeared","wordCount":9458,"readTime":47,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\"This is a joke.\" Peter Folkerts was shocked, his \nface white as a sheet while red blotches appeared on his cheeks. \n\"Miriam, you can't seriously be asking me to do something like that!\"

In stark contrast to his own anxiety, the woman who sat with Peter in this hotel room was smiling nonchalantly. She seemed to have foreseen his reaction. Miriam Beckman- investigative journalist - was only twenty-three years old, but she was already one of the best in her field. It helped that she was intelligent, young and energetic. Bust most of all Miriam was *compassionate* and full to the brim with a joyful sort of righteous anger. It just drove her to work harder than any of her colleagues did.

And Miriam was a beauty, which could \nhelp immensely to win the trust of witnesses. She was slim and sporty, \nwith sparkling green eyes, curly brown hair that she wore in a ponytail \nand fair, freckled skin. You'd never see her with elaborate makeup or in\n high heels: Miriam was a girl who preferred sneakers and hoodies and \nkept her fingernails clipped very short. You couldn't find a less phony \nreporter in the business.

Peter loved her, although she probably \nwasn't aware of that. Or was she? With Miriam you could never be sure \nabout anything. He had fallen in love with her when they had been on \ntheir first job together, two years ago. Peter as photographer, Miriam \nas writer/head of the operation. They had discovered that a local \npolitician enjoyed beating up prostitutes, and *man* had they had fun \nbringing the bastard down. The story had been all over the news. And \nMiriam had become a rising star in her profession.

Since then \nshe had worked exclusively with Peter .time as she went after a new \nstory. She simply knew she could rely on him. And this made him a bit \nsour. He hated to be 'the reliable guy'. Reliable guys were boring. \nReliable guys never had a chance with the cool girls.

But at \nleast he knew Miriam better than any other man could claim to - she was a\n committed single due to the fact that she felt no man to be interesting\n enough for a lasting relationship.

\"It is not as dangerous as \nit sounds\", Miriam said now, still that knowing smile on her pretty \nlips, a soothing tone in her voice. She brushed a strand of hair from \nher forehead with the back of her hand. It made Peter wonder, once more \nif she truly was not aware of the effect that gesture had on him. Could \nsuch a clever girl be so blind? \"Listen Pete\", she continued, \"I've been\n collecting information about those guys for months. They have a \nprofessional operation running Peter! They are more or less a secret \nsociety, and they are up to no good. Women disappear. Strange rumors \nshow up instead. It's not easy to collect hard evidence about what they \nare doing. And I have a chance, but it might be the only one that I get,\n like *ever*! I desperately need you to man up and be cool about this.\"

Miriams'\n eyes were glowing with curiosity. Peter had seen that gaze before. It \nmeant that Miriam was going to go after the story, no matter where to \nwhich dark places it would lead her. In that respect she was a \ndanger-addict, a weirdness-addict or maybe an addict for depravity.

He\n nodded, slowly. He simply couldn't let her do something stupid without \nhim being around to look after her. \"Go on\", he sighed.

\"Their \nnext meeting is tonight, Peter. Tonight! I know where it takes place. I \nknow they are going to compromise themselves. I even have an invitation \nto their secret meeting!\" She waved with an inconspicuous piece of \npaper. \"But it is an invitation card for a guy. Those people don't seem \nto invite women to their club meetings, and sadly enough...\" Miriam \ngestured at herself with some anger and a lot of irony. \"... sadly \nenough I am visibly female!\"

\"Yeah, that's a shame.\" Peter \nsmiled, helpless. They were both of the same age, so why the hell did he\n always feel so young when she talked him into one of her freaky \nadventures? \"See Miriam, I'd really like to help, okay? It does sound \nlike a big story, no question about that. But ...\" He gestured at the \nstuff that was lying on the bed. \"... I really don't know. You want me \nto put you into that stuff? It looks as if it's been taken from a movie \nwith R-rating.\"

Most of the equipment on the bed was made from \nleather, some other items consisted of black rubber or latex. There were\n straps and laces, something like a cat suit, a corset - and pieces of \nequipment Peter had never even seen before in his life. He could only \nguess what their purpose might be. \"Well, it's going to be an evening \nwith R-rating, no question.\"

Miriam chuckled a little silly, and Peter noticed how flushed her cheeks were.

\"You\n are nervous yourself!\", he yelled, pointing a finger at her. \"I can see\n it! And if you of all people get nervous, shit is about to hit the \nfan!\"

Miriam shook her head, and kept smiling that magical smile,\n uinique smile. \"I am nervous because I am going to be the bimbo who's \nbeing tied up and masked. So it's a natural reaction I guess, 'cause I \nenjoy being able to move my arms and use my hands, forgive me being \nsarcastic. I like to be not in bondage.\" She sighed. \"So okay, yeah, I \nam nervous, I admit it. But you don't have to be nervous at all, since \nyou'll be my...\" She hesitated for a moment.

\"You?\" Peter looked cautiously at his colleague. \"Your what?\"

\"My owner\", Miriam answered finally, with a smirk on her face.

Now\n Peters' cheeks flushed as well. \"Your owner... that's a bit over the \ntop, don't you think?\" He heard his voice get a little shrill and \ninstantly hated himself for that sign of shyness. \"Why don't we just go \nout once, have a drink or a a salad...\", he mumbled. \"And anyways, why \nis this so important to you, Miriam? Is it worth the risk?\"

\"Well.\"\n She got up from her chair and walked over to the equipment on the bed, \ntaking a single leather strap into her hand. \"It is important to me, \nbecause I want to nail those guys. They maybe kidnappers of women or \nworse, and they must be stopped. And\", she added a little slyly, \"who \nknows if one of their members turns out to be a celebrity? They are \nquite an exclusive society, most of them must be stinking rich, and \nthat's always interesting.\" Miriam shrugged. \"And concerning the risk: \nIt's not as big as you think, just like I already told you. You prop me \nup. A tux for you is in the cabinet over there, it should fit you \nperfectly. We use the exit at the back of this shabby motel. I have a \nlimo waiting there and the driver won't ask any questions. We get into \nthe limo, drive to the place, you use one of your micro-cameras to make \nsome nice shots. I collect as much information as I can get and we \nleave. I write the story, you provide your pictures. Mission \naccomplished.\"

They just looked at each other for a moment. Peter\n really didn't know what to say until Miriam jingled the small strap \naround playfully.

\"All you have to do\", she added a little \nsarcastically, \"is stay cool and somewhere inside yourself find the guts\n to tie me up properly.\" She was amused. Nervous, but still also very \namused. \"Guys dig that, don't they? Tying up pretty women?\"

\"Well,\n some of us...\" Peter started. But Miriam had already taken the cat suit\n into her hands and made her way to the bathroom. \"No more discussion \nabout this. I need your help and you are not going to let me down - \nunderstood? I'll just have to get into this first...\" Since she did not \ncompletely close the door, Peter could see her shadow move through the \ndoorframe. Miriam took the shoes and socks from her feet and after that \ngot out of her pants. Pulled the pullover over her head and threw it \naside, took off her underwear... He raised his face, looking up to the \nceiling, asking himself what he had gotten himself into.

In the bathroom, he could hear Miriam gasp occasionally while she worked her body into the cat suit.

\"Wow is this tight... I'm not even sure it's real latex, the stuff feels so weird...\"

\"Miriam, where the hell did you get this stuff from anyways?\"

\"I\n persuaded one of my other connections to sell it. He designs stuff like\n this. It's expensive equipment; believe me, not the cheap sm-gear you \ncan just go and buy in some sex shop. We will have to find out how it \nexactly works.\"

\"Yeah. It looks sturdy.\" Peter cast another glance at the items that were spread out on the bed.

\"It\n looks sturdy because it was designed to restrain people. Well, not \npeople - women\", Miriam added as she came back from the bathroom.

She\n winked at him in a humorous way, but he did not see much humor in the \nsituation as a whole. In fact he did not see a lot of things anymore, \nexcept Miriam in the catsuit, and she looked beautiful. He could only \nstare at her with his mouth agape, forgetting everything around him.

The\n cat suit covered her body from her ankles to the lower part of her \nthroat, leaving basically only her feet, her hands and her neck and head\n uncovered. It was obviously quite tight - so tight in fact that Miriam \nappeared to be naked, just covered by a black, shiny liquid. Peter could\n see every muscle on her calves, thighs, belly and arms accentuated. He \ncould see her small, now quite compressed breasts as well. Even her \nnipples and the aureoles around them were visible.

\"Yes\", Miriam \nsighed, and wiped some sweat from her forehead with the back of a hand. \n\"I know. It is definitely going to have a large impact on next years' \nfashion. But I tell you it's tight as hell.\"

Peter did not have the courage to look at her crotch directly. But he was quite sure something metallic glittered down there.

\"Yes\",\n Miriam sighed, instantly noticing what had caused Peters face to redden\n even more. \"There is some device inbuilt there. I have something like a\n small pad on my ... button?\" She looked down at herself, lost in the \nsurreal comedy this situation provided. \"Button, yes, let's stay with \nthat word, shall we? And there are two small... dildos down there, for \nwhatever reason that we are not going to discuss here and now. Or ever. \nUntil the end of time.\" She looked up again, eyeballing Peter with \nabsolute sternness. \"I'll be happy if I get these things out of me again\n as soon as possible. And as long as I am on that ... party ... that \npart of the suit will stay closed, whatever happens later - do we have \nan agreement?\"

\"We do\", Peter gulped hard. \"Oh man, do we have an agreement...\"

There\n were dildos in Miriam, and she herself had just mentioned it. He was \nnot sure if he could take anymore of this, weird as the situation might \nbe. She had just inserted one dildo each into her pussy and anus in \norder to get the story of her life. Miriam was crazy. Here was the final\n piece of evidence.

\"There's also a small remote control\", she \nadded, talking faster now because she obviously found the situation \nnearly as toe-curlingly awkward as Peter did. \"It's that thingy over \nthere on the nightstand. It resembles an IPod. But it sure as hell is \nnot designed for playing the Fab Four. I don't know what it does and I \ndon't want to have to find out what it does, so we'll just forget it. \nOkay?\"

Peter nodded. \"What do you want me to do now?\", he asked \nwith a coarse voice. Miriam walked over to him, took the corset from the\n bed and handed it to him. It was made of rubber just like most of the \nother items were. Still, there appeared to be something else beneath the\n black material - metal or plastic maybe, that reinforced the structure.\n Straps and buckles were dangling from its open back. A collar, padded \non the inside, high and heavy-looking, was attached to the thing.

\"This is next. Put it on me.\"

The\n corset felt weird in Peters' hands, like something from another planet \nor maybe another dimension. When Miriam turned around and showed him her\n back he could just stare at the smooth skin at the back of her neck and\n her fine hair, and nearly forgot what he was here for.

\"Put it \nover my head, place the collar around my neck, buckle it and then pull \nthe corset tight. I couldn't do it myself since I can't reach all those \nlocks and straps back there.\" Miriam turned her head and threw Peter a \nwarning glance. \"But don't buckle it tighter than necessary, okay?\" When\n she turned again, he could only see the back of her head, her \nbrown-reddish, curly hair flowing down in that practical, thick ponytail\n to a point between her latex-covered shoulder blades. But he just knew \nthat she was smiling again. \"I'm a modern girl and have never worn a \ncorset, and I don't want to faint or anything like that. Just make it \nlook real.\"

He approached her carefully, not completely believing\n what he was doing. He put the corset around Miriam's body, slung the \ncollar around her throat. It was in fact so broad and high that it would\n prevent any movements of her head as soon as it was buckled. He pulled \nit tight, but he was carefully as he did that, and he stopped when it \nstarted to press into Miriams white skin. He closed the three buckles \nthat secured it on the back of her neck.

\"Can you still breathe?\"

\"Sure\",\n Miriam gulped. \"I can breathe just fine, but I still feel pretty \nstrange with this thing around my neck.\" She looked at Peter, serious as\n stone, and then said: \"Woof.\"

\"Very funny.\"

\"Thank you.\"

\"You\n know Miriam, 'strange' is a good word to describe you and your lunatic \nplans and plots\", Peter muttered under his breath. Then, just as Miriam \nflashed him a sweet, feline smile as an answer to his remark, he started\n to fit the corset around her body.

It covered most of Miriam's' \ntorso except for her breasts and breastbone. Thus, when he started \nlacing and strapping the device on her, the girls' black, latex-covered \nboobs were pushed upwards remarkably. At the same time her waist got \nnarrower with every strap Peter pulled tight. The material creaked as \nmore pressure was put on it and it continued to mould Miriams body into a\n slightly different form.

And while he worked, Peter lost some of\n his nervousness. In fact it felt interesting to harness a woman like \nthis. It was kind of pleasing. He found that she indeed looked beautiful\n in the outfit, even though it sure as hell could not be comfortable for\n her. He worked his way upwards, tightening and buckling one strap after\n another, until Miriam moaned under her breath and produced a wheezing \nnoise.

\"Hey, Pete... for Gods' sake I told you to just make it look real. You are.. crushing me...!\"

\"I'm\n really sorry\", he answered and tried to hold back a little smile. It \nwas unusual hearing discomfort in Miriam's voice, and in a certain way \nit was good to know that she was also just human. \"We are nearly \nfinished, I promise.\"

Peter took the last strap, the one that \nwas far up between her shoulders, and tightened it as well. The corset \ncreaked a little more and a little louder when he pulled.

When \nhe had reached the fourth of six notches Miriam spoke through gritted \nteeth. \"Holy shit, how tight is it now? It feels as if this was already \nat the last notch...\"

Peter didn't know where the words came from. They just flew out of his mouth.

\"No,\n it's just the second notch. The second of six I think. I can stop now, \nbut if someone has experience with this maybe they will find it a \nlittle... too slack looking?\"

\"Oh... my... God.\" Miriam sighed, \nand there was already a good amount of strain in the sound. \"Okay, one \nmore notch. Just one more... okay?\"

Peter had the feeling he was \nlucky standing behind her, where she could not see the guilt on his \nface. But he still nodded and pulled the strap with force, causing the \ncorset to compress Miriam's body even more. He buckled it at the last \nnotch and felt weirdly good doing so.

Miriam had an extremely \nnarrow waist now, the upper part of her body strangely changed and \nmoulded by the unforgiving device. And when she turned around, Peter \ncould see how forceful her breasts were being pushed upwards, appearing \nlarger and outright swollen, pushing against the latex that covered them\n in a way that accentuated them even more.

Miriams' face was red,\n and droplets of sweat had begun to appear on her forehead and her \ncheeks. Most of her irony and humor seemed to have left her and only the\n last remnants of her original ironic smile still existed.

\"Is this... really a slackly tied corset? It feels as if you overdid this a little\", she wheezed.

But Peter shook his head. \"I did it so that people will hopefully not see how loose the thing is on you.\"

\"This\n is loose?\" Miriam seemed to be a bit shocked and turned to the mirror \nto check if he was telling the truth, but since she could not move her \nhead to the sides she wasn't able to see her back in the reflecting \nsurface. So she gave up, gulping again.

\"Okay, if this is in \nfact a loosely tied corset I'll try to feel happy about how comfortable \nmy existence is. Thank you.\" She swallowed and seemingly composed \nherself a little before pointing to the items on the bed. \"I'll sit \ndown, you help me to get those high heels on my feet.\"

The shoes \nwere streamlined, high-heeled boots, made from black leather. When Peter\n took them into his hands he found them to be quite heavy despite their \nslender appearance. Miriam would be forced to walk on the tips of her \ntoes like a ballerina and she would not be able to take them off so \neasily by herself: There were several laces and straps for securing them\n quite thoroughly.

Peter took each of her naked feet with great \ncare into his hands and led them into the boots as steady-handedly as he\n could. \"I'll tie the laces as firmly as possible - I guess if you \nstumble in those things you have a high risk of breaking your ankle.\"

Miriam\n mumbled a 'thank you', but obviously her heart was not in it. When the \nboots were on her feet an laced properly and she got up from the bed \nagain, Peter could see why she had looked so doubtful: Her legs wobbled \nmanically in an attempt to keep balance.

\"Shitshitshit I NEVER wear high heels and these have been designed by an especially wicked bastard...\"

\"Do you want me to take them off again?\"

\"No!\n I have to wear them, don't I? People would wonder why a 'slave' is \nallowed to walk in Nikes. At least their insides are thickly padded, \nthat gives me a little more stability. I will just have to learn how to \nwalk in them, and I have to learn that FAST if I don't want to look like\n a stork on that party...\"

\"If someone makes a remark, I'll just\n tell them that you are a new slave\", Peter offered. \"And that won't \neven be a lie. So, what comes next?\"

\"Now\", Miriam said with a \nlittle reluctance in her voice, \"you tie me up.\" The reluctance grew \nwhen Peter did not object, but just nodded once and just took another \nitem off the small heap on the bed.

\"Yes ... that's what exactly the thing we need now. How did you know? It's called an armbinder...\"

Peter\n shrugged. \"I knew because this looks like it's ... supposed to bind \nsomething. It just seemed to be the right kind of thing.\"

\"Well,\n you guessed really good.\" There was just the smallest amount of doubt \nin her eyes - but after something that might have been a short mental \nfight taking place behind her eyes, that doubt was gone again. \"Pull it \nover my arms, put the holding straps around my body.\" She turned around \nand placed her firm, slender arms on her back, hands and wrists \ntouching.

Peter grabbed Miriam's wrists and led her hands \nthrough the opening at the upper end of the armbinder, realizing in the \nlast instance that her palms were hot and sweaty, indicating just how \nnervous she really was about the whole situation.

The armbinder \nwas narrow and pulling it over her arms was hard work for Peter. Only \nwith Miriam's help was he able to work the tight single-sleeve further \nand further upwards, covering her hands, forearms and elbows, a moment \nlater even her upper arms, until the item was finally set with its \nupmost part right beneath her armpits, covering her arms completely.

Miriam\n opened her mouth as she was still trying to get accustomed to the \nposition her arms had been brought into. \"And now you have to...\"

\"I get it\", Peter said, nodding. \"I have to lace the thing, right?\"

\"Right\", she agreed sourly, \"because I don't already feel confined enough.\"

\"Can't get enough of this, can you?\"

\"Very\n funny.\" Miriam sounded like a woman who really wished she had had an \nidea for a witty comeback. \"You know, it is weird, hearing you joke \nabout this stuff. Normally you aren't the kind of guy who gets all \nironic.\"

\"It's a strange situation\", Peter remarked as he was \nalready starting to tighten the straps that were running through \ngrommets integrated into the design. The thinnest of the several straps \nwas on a level with Miriam's wrists, and pulling it taut effectively \npressed her hands against each other beneath the thick, padded leather \nthat lay already firmly around her arms. When her hands were secured, \nPeter started again working his way upwards, tightening straps around \nher forearms and elbows. At first Miriam obviously controlled herself, \nbut when the material started engulfing her arms tighter and tighter and\n her forearms started getting pressed directly against each other, Peter\n could hear her breath quicken. She straightened her back as if trying \nto get into a more comfortable position, but it obviously didn't improve\n things so much for her.

\"Oh my god I would not have thought this thing could be so ... fucking tight\", she hissed under her breath. \"Are you done?\"

\"Not\n really\", Peter answered. He looked at her arms, their slender shapes \nfused from the hands nearly up to the elbows. \"I will at least have to \nstrap your elbows if it's supposed to look appropriate.

\"My \nelbows? Are you kidding me? I am a flexible girl, but this is a bit too \nmuch....!\" Miriam jerked and for a moment tried to pull her arms free, \nbut the bondage was already much too strict for that. Peter saw the \nmuscles of her arms working beneath the material and felt curiously \naroused.

He placed a hand on her strapped arms, his other hand \non Miriam's shoulder. \"Calm down, okay? Calm down, come on - your arms \nare already kind of ... fused together. Strapping your elbows won't even\n make such a big difference at this point.\"

Miriam stopped her futile attempts to free her arms and took in a deep breath - as deep as possible with the tight corset.

\"And\n you don't think this will suffice? I mean what does it matter if my \nfucking elbows touch?\" \"It does matter\", Peter said with all honesty. \n\"It's hard to explain, but ... it will look stylish when your arms are \nstrapped properly. I am doing this for the first time, but I can see why\n guys like it. Having your arms tied like that will make you look very \nhelpless and very ...\" He had to search for a good work. \"... very \nmolded.\"

Somehow that took the tension away for a moment. Miriam\n giggled, obviously in discomfort but still amused. Peter laughed with \nher. The situation was too crazy and the laughing comforted both of \nthem, made their feet to touch the ground once more, even if only for a \nfew moments.

\"I look molded! Yes, that's what every girl wants to\n hear once in her life Pete, thank you so much!\" Miriam couldn't hold \nback another laughing fit, even though the corset made it close to \npainful for her.

After that her face was redder and not only her\n forehead but also her pretty cheeks were shining with sweat. But she \nhad relaxed, at least a little, and now she threw her head backwards in a\n defiant demonstration of pride and with just a little sarcasm mixed in.

\"Okay, so mold my arms, if that is going to make me look better. But please don't dislocate my arms.\"

\"I\n won't\", Peter promised. It felt like a small victory when he grabbed \nthe elbow-strap and started slowly tightening it. His arousal grew when \nhe pulled it, so that - slowly, very slowly - Miriam's elbows were drawn\n even closer together.

\"Oh holy crap...\" Miriam moaned and \ngrumbled, again straightened her back as far as possible, thrusting her \nbreasts outwards even more in order to get into a more comfortable \nposition. Rubber and leather creaked louder as Peter was pulling with \nincreasing force. Finally the strap forced Miriam's elbows directly \nagainst each other. He buckled it with a quick move and started slinging\n the two holding straps around the upper part of her body as long as she\n was still speechless, trying to get accustomed to the crushing position\n her arms had been forced into. \"Oh my god I don't know how I'm supposed\n to... hey, wait you don't have to ... wait you don't need to ... Peter,\n stop!\"

But he had already crisscrossed the holding straps between her breasts and buckled

them\n -and again he had chosen the last notch for that. Miriam's arms now \nwere not only severely restrained behind her back, they were also \nsecurely pressed against her body without any slack left. There was no \nway any women could have gotten out of this bondage without significant \nhelp from another person.

\"Ouh, man...\" Miriam blinked several \ntimes, because some droplets of sweat were running down her face now and\n threatened to get into her eyes. Peter reacted fast and wiped some of \nthe sweat away with his hand. More was appearing on Miriam's skin, but \nshe still tried to nod thankfully, even though the collar was still \nimmobilizing her neck and didn't allow more than the suggestion of the \ngesture.

She made an almost shy impression which was a weird and unusual sight. But Peter liked it. He grinned a little.

\"I\n don't like to see that smile on your face\", Miriam said gloomily. Then \nshe smiled, a little exhausted and a little astonished. \"You have fun \ndoing this, don't you?\", she whispered.

Peter nodded, slowly, as they were looking into each other's eyes. \"It is... interesting\", he said.

Miriam\n looked curiously at him. \"Well, we will have a discussion about this \nlater, as soon as I can move my arms again... ouch, you can't imagine \nhow this feels...\"

\"If you want out soon we better get finished \nall the sooner\", Peter said with a nod. He took the last item from the \nbed, studied it with deep fascination: It was a hood, made from latex \nlike most of the rest of the outfit. It had eyeholes, but they were \ncovered with transparent plastic. It also had openings where the \nwearer's nostrils would be. Miriam's mouth, however, would be completely\n covered - there was only a small valve on the outside. \"Wow. Now I \nunderstand why you said the hood would be the scariest part.\"

Miriam looked pretty stern now. \"Take a look at the inside - that's the really scary part.\"

Peter\n did so and instantly saw what she had meant: There was a mouthpiece on \nthe inside, made from black rubber, with a very small opening in the \nmiddle.

\"That's a gag\", Peter said and nodded. \"Well, it's just logical their slaves aren't permitted talking.\"

\"And...\" Miriam hesitated again, watching Peter closely. \"And what do you think the small opening in the center is for?\"

\"I\n guess it is a valve?\", Peter guessed. \"Maybe it's been designed for \nfeeding and watering a slave without having to ungag her every time.\"

Miriam\n just stared at him. \"I guess that's right\", she said after a moment of \nsilence. She tried to smile, but she didn't really accomplish anything \nconvincing. \"I have been thinking about somehow ripping or cutting the \ngag out of the mask. People won't see if I am really gagged or if I just\n pretend it, right? And I feel already... controlled enough. I enjoy \ntalking a lot, even if I am supposed to keep my mouth shut. It would \nfeel really... crappy to have something like that between my jaws.\" \nMiriam looked at Peter with that uncharacteristic insecurity again. \n\"What do you think?\"

Peter did not have to think about the \nquestion, but he still paused for a moment in order to make her think \nthat he was calculating the risk. \"No\", he finally said. \"I think that \nif we remove the gag we take the risk of someone noticing. Tied and \ngagged women are their field of expertise, aren't they? And if someone \nrealized you are not appropriately trussed we would be in deep trouble. \nSo I think that you should be properly gagged when we attend that \nmeeting.\"

\"Okay ... the gag it is then.\" But just as Miriam had \nmade that decision she suddenly seemed to understand - maybe because she\n had seen an emotion on Peters' face which he had not been able to hide \nany longer. \"Wait... I...\" She was scared of him now, suddenly. He \ncursed himself for having allowed his mask to slip, but Peters bad \nconscience about scaring Miriam was much too weak to stop him now. It \ndid not stand a chance against his fascination with all this. That new \nkind of darkness he had discovered within himself drowned it easily.

\"We can't wait, Miriam. We need to get you finished, or we'll lose too much time.

She shook her head and even took a step backwards, away from Peter, but he tried to ignore that clear signal.

\"Pete wait... you look weird and I'd like to know...\"

He\n felt as if he was flying on autopilot. He approached Miriam, had the \nhood in his hands and she shied away from him until her back and her \ntightly strapped arms were touching the wall of the hotel room. Her \nsweaty face was close to his and he could feel her warm breath in his \ncheeks. Her perceived so many tiny details in her face: Every single \ndroplet of sweat glistening like a diamond, a strand of her hair caught \non her cheek, how her green eyes had the color of emeralds, now that \nthey were so remarkably widened. How red her lips and her small tongue \nwere, how white her perfect teeth shone as she opened her mouth to \nprotest.

\"Pete, please stop!\"

\"Don't be scared\", he muttered under his breath like a man in a dream. \"It's going to be fine.\"

\"No it's not! We have to talk and we need to...\"

Everything\n happened in slow motion, but still very fast: He grabbed her collar to \nkeep her at least halfway still, then pulled the hood over her head. He \ncould see her eyes widen even some more and she screamed his name of \ncourse, shrill and still very confused sounding, maybe also with some \npanic mixed in. For a moment she was blind, then the hood was well \nenough in place so that Peter could see her scared eyes behind the \nplastic lenses. She stared at him from inside the hood and tried to \nshake her immobilized head like a madwomen.

Just for a second the\n bad conscience tried to get Peters' attention again, but he pushed it \naway with violent force. Instead he concentrated on the hood again, \nwhich still looked awkward on Miriam: It bulged where it obviously was \nsupposed to press tightly against her skin. Peter concluded the reason \nhad to be that the gag was not yet in her mouth, and so he put a hand to\n the lower part of her now covered face and started pushing. As he did \nthat, Miriam started jerking, her arms straining in the tight bondage, \nher eyes widening so far now behind the plastic lenses that they looked \nas if they were close to just popping out of her head.

\"MMMMmmmmmmfffffhhhh....\"

A\n wheezing noise escaped her as she fought against him. He could feel \nthat she held her teeth clenched shut to prevent him from getting the \ngag inside her mouth. She obviously was not prepared to be gagged right \nnow, and she tried to send him that message with all possible clarity. \nHer legs kicked out at him and he had to turn half sideways to protect \nhimself, her arms tore at the armbinder frantically, fighting against \nthe bondage with all possible force.

Peter slung one arm around \nher compressed, slender body, pushed her backwards until she met the \nwall and kept increasing his pressure on the part of the hood where the \ngag was. \"Can't you get it inside?\", he asked in a tone of voice as \nharmless and na�ve as possible. \"It didn't look that big, and we cannot \njust leave the hood like this...\"

She tried to tell him again \nthat she wanted him to stop, and in a moment of weakness she opened her \nmouth to scream at him in anger and terror. That was the moment Peter \nhad been waiting for, and when he finally forced the gag past her teeth \nhe was rewarded with a literal 'plop'ping-noise as the gag finally \njumped into her mouth.

She kept fighting for some seconds before \nshe produced a muffled sobbing noise and relaxed at least a little, an \nelongated moan escaping her throat - the sound of capitulation and \ndespair.

Peter kept her in his grip and reached behind her head \nto tighten and fasten the straps that tightened the hood around her head\n while Miriam shuddered and occasionally jerked in his arms. He checked \nthe small tubes on her nostrils and found they had slipped in place \nperfectly, securing Miriam's air support. Once he was sure she could not\n suffocate he tightened the hood some more.

The hood was so tight\n by now that Peter thought he even recognized the shape of her face and \nhead beneath the material. He looked into her scared eyes behind the \nlenses and smiled at her.

\"It's okay, Miriam. See, you didn't \nhave to panic, you are safe. And we are as good as off to that party. \nYour next big story and all that, and wouldn't you curse yourself if you\n lost your courage now and missed the opportunity to discover who these \npeople are?\"

It was unbelievable how much his perception of her \nhad changed during the last twenty minutes. Even more unbelievable was \nhow much his perception of himself had changed. He patted Miriam's head \nand found that she had really calmed down a little more, just because of\n his tone of voice and the level of newfound sureness in his voice.

\"I\n know you aren't comfortable, but I guess you knew that before, didn't \nyou?\" He smiled at her with irony and saw her blink helpless and \ninsecurely. \"I should get dressed as well, and that will take some \nminutes. You should maybe just relax as good as you can and try getting \nused to your outfit.\"

But when Peter turned, Miriam still leaning\n on the wall behind him, trying to catch her breath, he saw the remote \non the nightstand. And curiosity overwhelmed him. \"But we should try to \nfind out how this thing works first.\" Her eyes widened some more and she\n produced a muffled noise that could very well have been a \"No!\".

But\n he nonetheless took the small device - it indeed had some resemblance \nto an iPod - into his hand. \"Come on, I don't want to make things harder\n for you Miriam! But if you want me to play the role of your Owner I \nshould know at least marginally how this works. Don't you think people \nwill wonder what an incompetent Master I am if I don't know how to \ncontrol this thing?\"

She still mumbled warningly into her gag as\n he switched the thing on and browsed through the options, but there was\n no way she could stop him. There were indeed only symbols shown on the \ntouch-screen. One of them showed the head of a hooded female, resembling\n very much Miriam's momentary appearance. The only difference was that \nthe cheeks of the iconic woman were bulging quite remarkably and that \nthree points were hovering in a cartoonish bubble above her head.

Peter\n touched the symbol. It highlighted instantly. Behind him he could hear \nMiriam issue a questioning sound before her voice suddenly got shriller.\n He turned around and saw that something was happening beneath the hood:\n The gag obviously enlarged itself in Miriam's mouth and she was more \nthan just displeased by that development.

Her eyes had widened \nso much that Peter thought she looked a lot like a cartoon figure \nherself now, her breasts heaved in an attempt to suck air into her lungs\n and she started stumbling through the room in an uncontrolled, aimless \nway on her high heeled feet. He stared at her. And the warm throbbing in\n his pants increased.

\"Awesome\", he whispered and studied the \ndisplay again. A scale had appeared there, showing the pressure that was\n administered to Miriam's jaws as the gag further enlarged itself. The \nscale was still green. So he waited. He had to, could not force himself \nto stop the process. Miriam meanwhile had started tearing at her bondage\n in a fruitless attempt to pull her arms free, and with much more force \nthan before, when she had been involuntarily gagged. Still, even though \nher muscles bulged beneath the material that covered them, Peter could \nbarely see them move at all. She also tried to shake her head and \nstomped her feet, but she could not prevent the gag from filling her \noral cavity more and more completely.

\"Hrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh!\"

The\n noises Miriam was still able to produce got more quiet now, even though\n she obviously did her best to make Peter aware of her discomfort. The \ndisplay showed a yellow icon now and he put his thumb on the icon for \nthe gag, but did not press it yet. He could hear her breathing fast \nthrough her nostrils, so he knew she was not in mortal danger. And the \nway her cheeks bulged now, the way the gag muted her more and more, all \nthat gave him a feeling of power he had never before felt in his life.

\"Wow\",\n he said absolutely stunned, staring at the stumbling, jerking woman. \n\"Just ... wow.\" Miriam had been so completely muted by now that her \nbreath and the smallest wheeze from her gagged mouth were the only \nnoises audible in the room. She cringed and tore at the armbinder that \nrestrained her so severely only once more, then turned to Peter to stare\n at him with pleading, pain-filled eyes.

\"gggggh.......\" She \ncould not utter any more than that in her current state. And Peter \nstopped the process now. The scale had already turned orange anyways.

\"Oh\n I'm so sorry Miriam. I just wanted to know ... hey it was my mistake, I\n apologize.\" He went over to her and streaked a hand over her head once \nmore, seeing relief in her eyes that he had stopped the gag from growing\n even more. She was breathing fast, and to Peters amazement there were \nsmall droplets of sweat on the latex that covered her body. No wonder \nthe whole equipment had been so expensive.

But if Miriam hoped \nthat he would reverse the process, her hopes were not fulfilled. Peter \nfound it very helpful that she could not talk or gesture towards him and\n he decided to simply ignore the fact that her cheeks bulged as if an \nespecially flexible tennis ball had been forced deep into her mouth. \nWhen she tried to utter more noises and rocked her body forwards and \nbackwards to make him aware that he had forgotten to decompress the gag \nagain, Peter just turned away from her.

\n\"Okay, I will dress now, like I should have done \nbefore. I know that we need to get going.\" He cast a glance at the suit,\n slung over one of the chairs. Then he studied the remotes display \nagain. He had seen another symbol there, the same female head, just \nwithout visible openings at the eyes, and he had by now a good idea what\n function that icon might offer.

\"But I don't really want you to see me in my underwear\", he stated with a thin smile. And activated the function.

This\n time the effect was less crass - but still fascinating, at least to \nPeter. For another moment he could see Miriams blinking, helpless eyes \nbehind the thin plastic that covered them. Then the material turned \nblack. First it looked as if she was staring at him through sunglasses, a\n second later they disappeared completely behind the now intransparent \nmaterial. Miriam jerked once. She tried to shriek but couldn't, tried to\n pull her arms free again - but couldn't. She stumbled and nearly fell \nto the ground, crashing into one of the cabinets. Peter had to catch her\n and support her with one arm.

How hot her skin felt through the\n latex. How intense her perfume smelt, now that she was clad in latex, \nsweating and panting. He could no longer believe he had been so shy \ntowards her for all that time.

\"Shhh calm down.\" He patted her \nhead once more, a gesture that already felt quite natural. \"I just want \nto change and I thought this would be better than having to use into the\n cramped bathroom. It's okay, I am here and you don't have to worry.\" He\n led Miriam to the bed, even though she obviously had to restrain \nherself from jerking and fighting once more. He helped her to sit down \non the edge. Once there she had no choice as to stay were she was, blind\n and completely muted, shuddering and sobbing in a barely audible way.

There\n was an icon with sheet music symbols floating in its center. He \nactivated it and checked the options it offered. He started to get an \nunderstanding of how this thing worked, and he liked it. \"I'm going to \ndress now. And you please calm down, okay? You don't have to be bitchy \nall the time Miriam. You are not in control this time, so just ... \nrelax. You are a slave, remember? We better both get into the mood, else\n people will sense we are intruders once we get there.\"

He chose\n a techno-rhythm and switched it into Miriams' hood. There were \nobviously small headphones built into it, and as soon as he had \nactivated them. Her head jerked a little upwards. She shuddered some \nmore and this time he could actually hear her wheeze, even though she \nwas thoroughly gagged.

\"Listen to the music and try to unwind, \nwill you?\" He was quite sure she didn't even hear him, her ears being \nflooded with the loud techno rhythms. She turned a bit to one side, then\n to the other, blind and deaf. Maybe it was her deafness and blindness, \nher complete isolation, that did it.

However, suddenly he had \nthe courage to speak it out loud, quite sure that she was oblivious to \neverything that happened outside the hood. \"I like you like this. I wish\n I could keep you in this outfit. Forever.\"

It made Peter feel \nstronger and more self-conscious, having spoken out such a wicked \nthought. He grinned like a madman as he started dressing for the \nevening.

Until Peter had finished dressing himself in the \nexpensive tuxedo, Miriam had calmed down - or at least it seemed so, \nsince she was calmer on the outside. She had leaned back on the bed \nuntil she was just lying there with her latex-covered face towards the \nceiling, breathing more controlled through her nostrils, her tightly \ncorseted body straining against the encasement with every intake of \nbreath. The restraints set a pretty tough limit for her and she wheezed a\n little still, her lungs by far not able to expand completely as much as\n she tried and tried.

More sweat had appeared on her new black \nskin, droplets glistening on the latex like tiny diamonds. Peter \ndeactivated the music and instead activated a feed of white noise to be \nplayed into Miriam's' ears. He started to get a feeling for the device \nand its capabilities - by pushing the small 'talk' button and holding \nthe controller to his mouth he could even communicate with his slave, \nwhite noise or not.

\"I turned the music off because I have finished dressing. I hoipe you had enough time to get accustomed to your ... situation?\"

A barely audible mewing sound came through the gag and the hood - of course she did not like the white noise either.

\"No\n Miriam, the white noise will stay\", Peter said sternly. \"You are too \nmuch used to being in charge, you know that? It can be a problem, and \ntonight it can be more than that - it can be a major threat for both of\n us. You will have to trust me for the next hours and I want you to get \nused to it.\" Since Miriam could not express her thoughts in any way he \ncould only assume that she had vivid fantasies about killing him. And \nindeed: as he used the controller to grant her vision once again she \nlooked at him with reddened, puffy eyes, either from anger or from \ncrying.

\"Everything will be okay as long as you relax and play \nyour role\", he told her with a caring smile, and when she tried to move \nher useless arms, when she again bucked in the bondage and tried to win \nhis attention, to show him that wanted out of this, he just ignored her \nsenseless efforts. He used the time to check his appearance in the \nmirror until Miriam moaned frustrated and stopped fighting the \nrestraints.

The look in the mirror had further strengthened his \nego: Peter found that he looked better than ever before and realized he \nwas a pretty good-looking guy. He had just worn the wrong clothes all \nthe time.

Smiling he connected the leash he had found on the bed \nto Miriam's collar, keeping the controller in his jacket. \"Come on, \nlet's go. I'm really curious about the kind of parties these guys throw.

He\n led Miriam outside the room and she followed insecurely, still trying \nto get used to the ballet boots. From time to time he turned to look at \nher, and he realized that Miriam was as good as gone: In his perception \nand against everything he knew on the rational level this wasn't Miriam \nanymore. This was a faceless, helpless doll whose opinions, wishes or \nambitions counted in no way to him anymore. He owned this, he decided if\n it was able to see or to hear, and he was looking forward to using the \nsmall opening in her gag to feed her. Would they offer him the chance to\n do that at the party? Peter was pretty sure they would: His doll was \ncovered in sweat now and the other slaves would quite possibly be in a \nsimilar state when they arrived. There would be machines or facilities \nto feed them, and Peter was going to try those out as soon as possible.

No\n one stopped them until they reached the shabby hotels back exit. There \nwas indeed a limo waiting for them. The chauffer who was standing next \nto it was a big but sophisticated looking guy with calm eyes and a \nperfectly fitting uniform.

\"Good evening Sir. My name is Viktor. I believe that you are the guest I have been ordered to pick up?\"

Peter\n would have been more than just nervous under ordinary circumstances. \nBut to his own amazement he felt more secure than maybe ever before in \nhis life.

\"Yeah, that's correct. I can't wait to get to that party.\"

\"Very\n good.\" The man nodded and without hesitation took Miriams' leash from \nPeter's hands. He led the stumbling black doll to the car with \nprofessionalism and routine. \"May I ask if this one has given itself or \nwas taken?\" He eyed the restrained girl with mild interest.

\"She...\n it was taken\". Peter nodded as if it was the most normal thing to \ndiscuss something like that. \"And only recently. That's why it walks \nlike this.\"

\"I see.\" Viktor half lifted and half pushed Miriam \ninto the rear door of the limo and made her sit down there. He Put the \nseatbelt around her and returned to Peter afterwards, helping him out of\n his coat.

\"May I propose that you help it relaxing? It seems to\n be very tense, which is natural when they are fresh. If it is allowed \nto relax a little it will learn to obey much faster.\"

\"Relaxing?\" Peter looked at Miriam and Miriam returned his glance with a half warning, half pleading look in her eyes.

\"mmmgmmmmmmmmfffffhhh...\"

Peter took the controller out of his jacket and studied it for a moment. \"Help it relax... okay, what do you propose...?\"

\"I\n would advise you to administer a massage\", the chauffeur explained \npolitely. He seemed to be amused, but in a benevolent way. \"A massage on\n a low setting, of course. You don't want it to get exhausted already.\" \nHe pointed at the touch screen to guide Peters' way through the menus \nuntil a symbol popped up that depicted nothing than some edgy lines.

\"nnnmmmmmmm-hhoughhh...!\"

Peter\n looked at Miriam again. Her eyes were screaming 'No' with all possible \nintensity. His own face was absolutely blank as he activated the \nfunction.

There was a humming noise. It was a very weak humming \nnoise that hovered at the brink of being audible at all. But it was \nstill a deep, bassy humming noise. It originated in Miriam's crotch.

The\n dolls' eyes widened as if they were intending to swallow the whole of \nher face. She twitched, she rocked back and forth in an effort to get \ninto a more comfortable position. She clenched her thighs, then opened \nthem again, and obviously couldn't find a way to stop what was \nhappening. Peter was sure that he knew what was going on: The vibs and \nthe small pad on her clitoris had jumped to life.

Finally, \nMiriam mewed. The sound combined confusion, helplessness, capitulation \nand an intense plea for mercy. It was a pretty sweet noise and Peter \nhoped with all of his soul that he would get a lot of opportunities to \nhear it from now on.

\"It will improve her mood, given some time\",\n Viktor stated with nonchalant politeness. He didn't seem aroused, \ndidn't seem fascinated or stunned or in any way affected by what he had \njust helped Peter to do. And that was, in Peters opinion, right-out \nunbelievable. How could any man not be affected by this?

As the \ndriver helped him into the limo - and afterwards closed the door, making\n his way to the driver's seat in front - Peter could only stare at \nMiriam in awe. He didn't mind that she stared right back at him, he even\n smiled at her a little to show her she didn't have to feel embarrassed.\n

\"Come on\", Peter hissed a bit impatient when Miriam moaned into\n her gag again, still all so shy and insecure and pleading. \"You really \nneed to relax and stop being like this. Just... swim with the current, \nkind of. Get into your role! I mean, your pussy can't feel that bad \nright now?\"

Her encased, shining black figure strained and jerked\n some more, every flexing muscle showing through the thin layer of latex\n that covered her. Her nipples were erected now, visibly hardened and \nstiff. Peter thought he could even see goosebumbs on her skin.

\"nnngnnmmmmoouuugh...!\"

\"No\",\n he said firmly, shaking his head. \"I am not going to turn it off. In \nfact, every minute I see you not trying to adapt a little...\" - he chose\n a higher setting and the hum that emanated from Miriams' crotch \nincreased in strength - \"...I will set this on a higher level. You are \nnot the boss anymore, so get used to it!\"

She kept protesting, \nand so he darkened the lenses again, until she was completely blind. \nThen he turned the white noise in her ears louder, making sure she was \ncompletely isolated from the outside world.

When the lenses in \nfront of her eyes were pitch-black, she leaned back into her seat and he\n thought he heard her gulped sobs. Then another shudder... she spread \nher legs, tried to stay in that position, closed them again. She moaned \nand bowed forward as far as the belts allowed, then sank back into her \nseat, accompanied by a frustrated intake of breath. Shuddered again. \nJerked once again at the bondage.

The limo started to move and \nthey were off, Peter mixing himself a martini with ingredients from the \nsmall bar that was built into a corner of the compartment. He sipped the\n drink and watched Miriam shudder and move a little now and then, moan \nand sob from time to time, open and clinch her legs. He browsed through \nthe other options the controller offered - and there were a lot more to \ntry out.

And while he did that, while the city lights flew by \nand they made their way to that strange party she had talked him into \nattending, he asked himself if she had told anyone what she would be \ndoing tonight, where she was going and whom she was going with. He was \nquite sure she had not.

Some door had been opened inside of him, \nand out had come some strange, dark, strong and confident doppelganger \nof himself. That doppelganger was a guy he liked, a guy he was \ncomfortable with handing over control to for some time. Maybe he could \neven truly become that guy one day?

At some point during the \njourney Miriam suddenly jerked upwards again, but this time in a \ncompletely different way. This was not resistance or an effort to free \nherself anymore, it was... Peter watched her in fascination as she \njerked and rocked and then wheezed loudly. All of her muscles strained \nagain, then she inhaled deeply and produced a snorting noise. Her heels \nkicked the limos floor repeatedly. And after that she sank back into the\n seat as if she had been hit by a drug or an electric shock, limp and \nweakened, breathing as if she was exhausted.

He changed seat and\n sat next to her now, padding her hooded head. She leaned against him, \nstill recovering, resting her head against his shoulder. He kisses her \nlatex-covered, bulging cheek and held her close to himself and imagined \nhow it would feel to fuck her later.

And when the limo finally \ncrossed the security checkpoint and reached its destination - a large \nmansion with more than one hundred parked cars in front and every single\n window brightly lit - he already felt like that other guy he had dreamt\n to become.

He got out of the limo and took Miriam with him. \nSecurity personnel were professional but respectful and accepted his \ninvitation immediately. Inside, there were others like him and others \nlike Miriam, and the atmosphere was solemn but also cheerful. They \nlooked at him and his doll and smiled, and he smiled back, and shook \nhands, and introduced himself to them. He didn't lie to them about who \nhe was or who Miriam was, and why should he have done that anyways?

He was at home now, and that was all that counted.

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