#WIPITUP Wednesday – Extreme #Bondage!

Hello and welcome to that day of the week where we stir things up a bit and bring you a little bit of something special – work that you’ve never seen before! Hooray! This week I’m back with Jenny our resident PonyGirl and she’s having a look around Leyland Forbes’ mansion…

The Ties That Bind

The Carousel

There were cameras everywhere. Massive black lenses glinted in the bright light as they angled themselves for the best shot, and there was plenty to choose from. If the cameras pointed up towards the ceiling they found numerous lithe girls in flight, encircled by steel wire and spinning around a large central chandelier in an exotic aerobatic mobile. They had been draped in a few sheer pieces of organza and silk, which fluttered and flickered as the air currents caught them, whilst soft orange light had been directed down upon them, so the material appeared to be aflame. Some of the girls had been positioned swooping down with their arms positioned upwards behind them, others were in the throes of a backwards somersault or were reaching, arms outstretched as if to break through the roof canopy. That was not what caught Jenny’s eye, however. Every single orifice the girls contained had been plugged with a perfectly-crafted and delicately veined artificial penis. Some were buried deep inside the girls, others were so large that at least half of them remained on display outside their victims, held in placed by the numerous wires that ran around the artful merry-go-round. The oddest thing, to Jenny’s mind, was that there was not a single movement from any of the participants as they spun around and around. Either they had been exceptionally well trained, were bound even tighter than she thought, or they had been drugged with some kind of relaxant. However Leyland had managed to achieved his airborne sculpture, it was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. The girls truly did resemble birds in flight, swooping down for prey or reaching for the unattainable – freedom, perhaps? Alas, she couldn’t look at them for long if she didn’t want to make herself ridiculously dizzy, so Jenny lowered her gaze and began to absorb the artwork that decorated the ground floor.

 

Vertical glass tanks, polished to a high shine, lined the circular ball room and all appeared to feature a headless girl, for her body had been encased in vat of pale white sand – just as Mark had recounted earlier at Albrecht. When she examined them more closely, each had a feature pressed tight to the glass which was highlighted with dazzling, halogen spotlights. There were delightfully rounded, pert ass cheeks which had just been soundly spanked and these competed with beautiful, pendulous breasts and enormous aureoles, the nipples of which stood proud and to attention, mostly due to the tight clamps that were imprisoning their poor buds. Hands could be seen pressed against the glass in gestures of supplication or surrender, there was a pair of knees that exhibited impressive carpet burns, the soles of a pair of feet and even a beautifully concave, flat stomach could be found if you searched around from cage to cage. All of their mouths had been tightly gagged with a flesh-coloured ball gag that bore a wide, painted smile on its surface. It gave the girls a rather peculiar air of happiness that was accompanied by copious dribbling. These girls were also as still as statuettes, for while glittering diamond nets carpeted their glossy hair in various, intricate styles, rope had been weaved between their tresses and pulled up to a panel resting just above the crown of their heads, thus making sure they could not move an inch out of place. Ouch.

 

Jenny shuddered, but the bondage she had just witnessed was by far the most innocuous. If you looked just a little bit higher, the artwork got considerably more interesting, or distressing, in her case, because she had no idea what exactly would befall her in her little sojourn at the hands of the notorious Forbes.

Having been painted from head to toe in the eye-wateringly stingy black paint, Jenny had then found herself in hoof boots and mitts in fairly short order. The gold horseshoes that each sported felt like they were made of lead. Her headdress was also heavy and jingled every time she moved, not that she could actually single-out the noise, because by the time the two paint boys had finished, she sounded like she should have been pulling a sleigh. There were delicate little gold clamps on her nipples, complete with gold, teardrop-shaped weights which sported three little bells each. Gold bells had also been threaded through her impossibly long black tail, once again anchored firmly in her ass and her glitzy gold bridle had them strewn in plentiful abandon everywhere. To top it off, she had a bright red blanket on her back and this was strapped in place by a heavy black leather saddle around her midriff. All in all, she felt like she had gained twenty pounds, although she was certain she had probably lost at least three since her episode at Albrecht had begun. Being led around by her bridle, with the crippling weight of all of her adornments hanging heavily upon her, all she wanted to do was lie flat on the ground and plead for mercy, but that wasn’t going to be an option and it probably wasn’t worth the spanking or caning her backside would have to cash in order to test the theory. Struggling along on all fours, she tried to keep up with the gentleman who had been given her reins, but it was a nearly impossible task. Thankfully, there were plenty of distractions to take her mind off her numerous and varied discomforts.

 

Keep Hopping! Lots more naughtiness to be found…

1. Bree Cariad
2. Thianna D
3. Daryl Devore
4. Ashe Barker
5. Shelly Douglas
6. Jaye Peaches

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