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The Renter
by Studbound
Chapter 23 Experiments
Surprisingly enough, Lila, Ruth, Victoria and I often got into very philosophical discussions. One morning, at the breakfast table, I was talking with Ruth about why people like to be tied up. We speculated that it was perhaps something in their past, or the sensation of helplessness. Victoria came up from the basement, and behind her was the policeman who had done the endurance-bondage with us a couple of weeks earlier. He had obviously spent the night with Victoria, and the marks on his wrists indicated that he had been tied up some or all of the time. (I discovered later that he and Victoria had become an item - they had been dating, and were spending considerable time together).
The cop, whose name was Arnold but who went by Arnie, joined in the discussion. He related a story that had happened a year or so before. He had been sent to answer a 911 call from an apartment not far from the University. There he found a young man squirming around on the floor bound and gagged. It turned out, the cop said, that the man had tied himself up, and then found he couldn't free himself but had managed to get to the phone, pull it from the table, and punch the 9-1-1 numbers. Through Caller-ID the authorities had figured out where he was and Arnie had gone to "rescue" him from himself.
Just the Lila joined us, and with her was the other cop who had been in the room during the endurance bondage session. It turned out that they too had been seeing each other, and had dated a couple of times. He had spent the night with Lila. We lacked only Janice and Ruth's boy friend who lived in a dormitory on campus.
"Could you tie yourself up so that you couldn't get free?" Victoria asked me and Arnie.
"Sure," I said glibly. "Easy. Chains and locks."
"Handcuffs," added Arnie.
"Zip ties - like you police use on people," I added. "It would be very easy."
"Yes," said Ruth. "But could you two tie yourselves up with just rope and tape so that you couldn't get free?"
"Sure," I said again. "No problem."
"I think I agree," said Arnie.
"Well," said Victoria. "This evening both of you aren't doing much. Prove it!"
Now, there isn't much I like more than a challenge. So during the day I gave the matter some thought. That evening all of assembled in the bondage room on the main floor. There were no customers there, the three clients who were in the house were tied up in the dungeon.
I was stripped to a jock-o-thong and Arnie wore his Police Jockstrap. .I started. First I put a wad of cloth in my mouth, and then wrapped my mouth with duct tape. Easy. Next I took some rope. I made a loop with one piece - the loop being about a foot in diameter. I made a second loop somewhat smaller. Next I made a slip knot and laid it on the ground. I took the tape and bound my legs at my ankles and above my knees. Then I tied the rope with the slip knot to my ankles leaving the loop hanging free. Finally, I hopped over to the door where I had hung the smaller loop on the door knob. Putting my hands together behind my back, I thrust them down through the loop until it was pushed up to my upper arms. Returning to the center of the room, I lay down and picked up the second loop of rope putting my wrists through it. Carefully I twisted the loop twice tightening it around my wrists - I could barely do this with the motion allowed by the rope on my upper arms. Finally, contorting my body, laying on my stomach, I reached back for the loop that dangled from my ankles. It took some doing, but I managed to get my bound hands through that loop, then I jerked my legs tightening the slip know. My hands, bound with the loop of rope, would not allow me to reopen the slip know, and my bondage was complete. I lay on the floor, hog-tied, bound, gagged.
"Very nice," said Lila.
"Yes," agreed Victoria. "A challenge."
Arnie was next. He had somewhat the same idea only he used a chair. He gagged himself much as I had. He used the tape to bind his legs to the legs of the chair. More tape went over his upper legs binding him to the seat of the chair. He wound tape around his chest again binding himself to the chair. He had earlier fastened a rope slip knot and tied it to the bottom rung of the chair, stretching it up to the back of the chair where he held it in place with a small piece of tape. He had a small loop of rope through which he put his arms while he held them behind the chair. Then he carefully put his now bound wrists through the loop held up by the tape, and pulled the slip know tight. And so Arnie was bound and gagged sitting in the chair.
"Bravo," said Lila. "Well done, both of you."
"Yes," said Victoria. "But the challenge was to tie yourselves up so that you can't get free. So we have to leave you for a while, to give you a chance to get out of your own bondage."
Laughing, the three women left, closing the door. I squirmed around on the floor, wondering if I could get to the knots to free myself. I could almost reach my ankles, but they were bound with tape, and unwinding it would be difficult. The knots for the slip knot rope were under the tape. It was hopeless.
Arnie struggled in his chair, but also got nowhere. Two clients came in - young boys from the University, and Lila and Ruth bound and gagged them leaving them hog-tied on the floor near us. I made noise in my gag looking up at Lila, but she just laughed. Quietly she said near me, "We didn't tie you up, so we aren't obligated to untie you - right?"
Arnie and I stayed there until quite late that night - long after the two clients had been released and left. Finally Janice, who had come over to visit, and Victoria released us. Arnie went with Victoria to her room in the basement. I went upstairs with Janice and we spent a nice night together in my room. She untied me in the morning.
The next day at breakfast Arnie, who was still with us, speculated about bondage, and people's reactions to it. "Most people are curious about someone being tied up," he said. "Many would like to try it but are afraid of what others will think."
"How would people react to seeing someone tied up in public?" Lila asked.
"They would freak out," said Victoria.
"I don't think so," said Arnie. "Given the right circumstances, I think people would take a look and then go about their business."
"Do you really think so?" said Lila.
"I agree with Arnie," I said. "People like the curious, and if things were set up right, they would let someone who was bound and gagged alone."
"Care to test that hypothesis?" said Arnie.
"Not really," I said, "but what do you have in mind?"
"We'll take you to the shopping center - the mall near campus - you'll be bound and gagged, sitting in a chair with a little barrier and a sign that reads something like, 'Scientific Experiment in Progress - Please Do Not Disturb.'"
"People would never go for that," I insisted.
"Prove it," said Arnie. "Put your money where your mouth is."
"How much?"
"I'll bet one hundred dollars that you would sit there for two hours and nobody would bother you."
"Bet taken," I said wondering what I had gotten myself into this time.
On Saturday morning Arnie, Lila, Victoria, Janice, Lila's cop named Amos, And Ruth got me ready for the experiment. I wore a skimpy red speedo swim suit. They put me in a straitjacket and strapped on a wide black leather plug gag. I walked out to the van which had a chair in the back. We went to the mall and found an out-of-the-way area in a corner near an exit. There Arnie set up the chair while Amos got ready three standards about a meter tall and little ropes that stretched between them. Quickly Ruth, Janice, Lila and Victoria escorted me into the mall through the door. The sat me in the chair, tied my legs, bound me to the chair, put up a sign that read, "Scientific Experiment in Progress - Please Do Not Disturb." Then all of them melted into the mall, staying near in case of problems. Best of all was Arnie who wore his police uniform so as to look official should there be trouble.
There was no trouble. People noticed me, some came close for a look, but nobody touched me. I watched the crowds come and go - sometimes there were as many as fifteen to twenty people standing there, sometimes nobody was close. Women seemed very interested, sometimes lingering for a while to look at me. Kids were the most interested - some trying to talk to me, asking questions like was I having a good time, and did I like being tied up? One kid wanted to know where he could get a jacket like the one I was wearing. To say the least, it was an eerie feeling, sitting there all tied up with nobody doing anything about it. Nobody went beyond the little ropes.
After some three hours - an hour longer than we had planned, my friends came to my rescue, quickly untying me from the chair, leading me out to the van, removing the sign, the little barrier and the chair.
"You were a success," said Lila. Janice said I was wonderful playing my part. Back at the house they took me to the main floor bondage room, set up the chair, rebound me to it, set up the sign, and left. They left me there until that evening when Janice came and released me from the chair, removed the gag, gave me dinner, replaced the gag, and took me up to my room where we spent the night.
That was my one and only bondage experiment in public!
Chapter 24 The Infant
I knew something was up when I saw Chuck, the bondage equipment salesman, standing next to Lila in the dungeon. It was mid-afternoon when Lila had called me down to the dungeon for something, which in itself was unusual. There were already six clients in the dungeon. Two men were strapped to the large X-shaped crosses, both in jock-o-thongs, bound and gagged and blindfolded. There were four people tied to chairs in the center of the room, an older couple and a younger couple (it turned out, Lila told me later, that it was a middle-aged husband and wife and their daughter and her boy friend). A quick glance on my part revealed that the younger man was enjoying the experience and testing the confining strength of his jock-o-thong.
"I thought you did enough to me the last time you were here," I said to Chuck. "I didn't really enjoy my trip to the thrift store in your black box."
Chuck laughed. "Now Dave, you must admit being carted away as cast-off goods isn't something that happens to just everybody."
We all laughed. But I hadn't been back in one of those boxes again. One experience there was enough for me, thanks.
"Chuck has a new thing that he would like to demonstrate," smiled Lila. "I thought you might help us."
"Yeah," I said. "Every time I help you I end up tied up and wondering when I'm going to be set free," I grumbled.
"Now, Dave," cooed Lila, "You know you love it. Admit it. You've become a regular bondage pig. You can hardly wait for one of us to tie you up, and I know Janice keeps you bound all the time."
"I wouldn't say that," I protested. "Anyway, what are you up to this time."
Chuck pointed to an unusually large white basket that lay on the floor. It was about six feet long, about a foot deep with a powder-blue pad on the bottom. "It's new equipment," he said. "We find it's very popular with some. But we need to dress you appropriately before I show you how the basket works."
They had me strip completely. I could see the four people bound and gagged in their chairs watching me as I removed all of my clothes. Then Chuck produced a package clearly marked 'Depends.'
"Oh no," I said. "There I draw the line. No diaper for me. I did that once."
"It's part of the new thing," said Lila turning on her sweetest voice. "It won't hurt you a bit."
Reluctantly gave in, as always, and I pulled on the diaper. Then Chuck handed me a pastel blue rubber or latex set of pants or rather panties that went on over the diaper. The blue latex had white frilly or lace edges. I decided that I looked silly.
Chuck then had me hold out my hands. After I made a fist, he rolled on a kind of rubber mitt, also pastel blue to match the panties, that held my hand in a fist. The rubber extended about half way up my arm and it had little white lace rubber fringes. Another one went on my other hand.
"Now you lay down in the basket," directed Chuck.
I lay in the basket and Chuck put little blue rubber things that he called booties on my feet. The booties had white rubber lace at the ankles. Above them he fastened transparent plastic cords around my ankles and these he attached to the end of the basket keeping my legs extended and a bit apart. He bound more plastic cords to my wrists and these he fastened in such a way that they kept my arms firmly lashed, one to each side of the basket. More plastic cords came up over my body fastening me down to the pad in the bottom of the basket. A cord went over my chest, over my stomach, and over each leg between my crotch and my knees.
Chuck then told me to open my mouth. He brought up a large plastic ring which extended above and perpendicular to a round plastic disk and with a good-sized rubber nipple hanging under it. "It's an adult-sized pacifier," he said with a smile as he inserted it into my mouth. Clear plastic straps attached to the disk circled my head and locked behind my head holding the disk against my mouth. Chuck then began pumping on the plastic ring and the nipple in my mouth grew - inflating until the bulb filled my mouth completely. I was now strapped into the basket and gagged.
As a finishing touch, Chuck brought out a blue rubber bonnet with white lace edges and put it on my head tying it in a bow under my chin.
"There," Chuck said with considerable satisfaction, "We now have Baby Dave all tucked into his basket ready to spend the night."
Lila was ecstatic. "He's adorable," she said looking at me. She reached down and tickled me under my chin as I protested into the pacifier gag. "He's wonderful. How long can he be kept this way?"
"Oh, with that diaper on," said Chuck, "he's good for twelve hours or more."
At that I really protested, but I knew it wasn't going to do any good. Once again they had me tied and gagged. And an awful thought came to me entirely too late - I had, as usual, failed to negotiate an end time with Lila. I was there for as long as they wished to keep me. Damn, would I never learn?
Lila and Chuck lifted the end of the basket and rested it against the table with the rack so that I lay at an angle with my head about three feet above the floor. I could see out into the whole dungeon and tell that the four bound people in the chairs were concentrating on watching me. The men on the crosses were blindfolded so they could only hear what was happening.
"We must let him stay until Ruth, Victoria and Janice can see him," Lila said.
I grumped my protest, but they ignored me entirely. So Lila and Chuck left and there I stayed - a baby put down for his afternoon nap in his basket.
After a rather long time, Lila returned and released the two couples from their chairs. They chatted for a while, and all four came over and took a good look at me in my 'crib,' as the older woman put it, "He's one of the cutest babies I've ever seen."
"First baby I ever saw with hair on his chest," said the man with a smile. The younger couple just stood and stared, still wearing only their thongs. The young girl had nice tits. I was glad I was wearing the heavy diaper as I watched her. Then they left.
"How you two doing?" asked Lila as she passed the two men strapped to the crosses. They made sounds through their gags, and then Lila left too.
Finally I heard a crowd coming down the steps. It was Victoria, Lila, Amos and Arnie. Amos and Arnie were wearing only their police embossed jockstraps and their wrists were tied in front. The four of them made a bee-line for my basket and they stood around making the usual comments about such a cute baby and "isn't he darling?" I grumped obscenities into my gag which didn't do any good at all. Arnie reached down his tied hands and rubbed the side of my face. "This baby needs a shave," he said.
"Enough out of you two," said Victoria. "Into the boxes with both of you."
And as I watched, Victoria and Lila put gags on both Arnie and Amos who then went into two of the black bondage boxes. The women inserted the dowel rods that held their elbows in place below heir knees, then leaned in and kissed the men on the forehead, and closed up the boxes. Then Victoria came over and tickled me by caressing my sides. I squirmed and tried as much as I could to avoid her touches, but she persisted. Laughing into the gag, I realized how ticklish I was. Finally, when I was exhausted, she stopped.
Victoria and Lila released the two men who had been all this time on the crosses. They too came over and spent time looking at me in the basket. They didn't say much, and then they left thanking Lila for a great time and vowing to return. "Maybe I'll try that baby thing some day," said one of the men. "Not me," said the other man. "I'm going to do some time in one of them boxes."
They all left and I was alone in the dungeon.
It must have been early evening when Lila and Victoria returned with three young men - probably college kids, who they hog-tied and gagged on the floor. Victoria came with another man who she bound entirely in leather and then lashed him to her flat board – the one on which she had kept me prisoner for so many days a while back.
Later on Janice arrived. She came over to the basket and just stood
there looking at me and laughing. "You're a beautiful baby," she
said at last. She ran her hand over my body. "Such smooth skin and such
a nice ass," she smiled as she tucked her hand under my butt feeling the
diaper and me under it. "Does your diaper need changing?" she asked in
a mock baby voice.
Turning to Lila, who had joined her, she said "I love the bonnet."
Lila agreed and observed, "The pacifier gag is very effective too."
"Yes," said Janice. "I think we should leave it in for a while."
"Were you planning to spend the night here?" asked Lila.
"Not really," Janice said. "I've got work to do. Why not keep him in the basket all night and I'll come for him in the morning when we he and I had planned to do some shopping. The wedding will be in just a few weeks and there are things we need to get."
"Sounds good to me," said Lila. "Arnie and Amos are in the boxes over there, and we don't plan to let them out until morning either. We can all have a nice early breakfast together."
"Oh, good," said Janice. "Let me know what I can bring."
The comment about keeping Arnie and Amos in the boxes all night brought loud grunts of protest from the black boxes, but certainly by this time both cops knew that if that was what the women had planned, that's what would happen.
I spent the night laying in that basket with the pacifier gag in my mouth. I did pee in the diaper. A few customers were paraded through the dungeon, each spending some time bound and gagged in one way or another, and all at least came over and looked at me in my basket when they could.
In the morning Victoria, Lila, and Janice came down and released me,
Arnie, and Amos. After a spell in the bathroom, all of us sat down for
breakfast with Ruth and her boyfriend joining us. It was delightful, and
we joked about the way that Chuck and Lila had turned me into an infant
for the night. I wondered how many clients would follow me in that basket.
Chapter 25 The Shower
I had already started packing up my things. The school year was close to ending, and I had finished most of my finals already. Janice and I were to be married in about two weeks, and I needed to prepare for the move. We had rented an apartment about a mile away from the University, and Janice had begun living there. I looked forward to becoming a husband, but had to admit I would miss Lila, Ruth, and Victoria and the adventures I had experienced while living in their house. Janice assured me that I would spend ample time in bondage and I was sure she meant what she said.
As I looked over my clothes and wondered how I would pack them, the door to my room opened and in walked the two cops, Arnie and Amos. Both were dressed in full uniform complete with gun and night-stick.
"You are to come with us," said Amos in a very serious voice.
"I need to get dressed," I protested. I was only in my shorts and tank top.
"No," said Arnie. "You need to get undressed. Take everything off."
"I don't think so," I said.
"Dave," said Arnie in his most serious voice, "You can do this and make it easy or we'll do it the hard way."
Since both men are larger than I am and probably stronger and in better shape, I decided to see what was up, so I stripped. Once naked, the two led me down two flights of stairs to the dining room where Lila, Victoria, and Ruth stood waiting.
Without greeting or prelude, Lila said, "There is a document on the table. You are to sign it!"
"Can I read it first?" I asked.
"You may, but make it quick."
It was a slave contract. In so many words it said that I agreed to become the slave of Janice, that my body was hers to do with whatever she pleased. That I was to obey her every order, wait on her hand and foot, and that she could bind and gag me whenever she wanted, however she wanted, for as long as she wanted. Furthermore, I was giving to Janice everything I owned - my car, my clothes, everything. I would own nothing.
"That's pretty final and complete," I said. "It makes me a total slave with no free will at all, no money, nothing."
"Right," said Victoria. "Sign it."
I hesitated. All five of them stood rigid and silent watching. Ruth held out a pen. I signed the document. All five of them signed as witnesses.
"We will happily testify in any court of law that you signed of your own free will," said Ruth sounding as firm as I had ever heard her.
"Now, slave," said Victoria, "into the bondage bedroom, and no talking."
They took me into the room down the hall. With Amos and Arnie standing guard so that I couldn't leave, they went to work on me. With zip ties supplied by the cops - the things they use on prisoners – they bound my legs at the ankles and above my knees. They lashed my wrists at my side to my upper legs. Victoria produced my red ball gag and put it in my mouth, fastening it behind my head.
Lila pulled a clear plastic bag over my head tucking it around my neck and quickly making a hole at my nose so I could breath. Meanwhile Ruth and Victoria had started wrapping my body in clear plastic. As the cops lifted me, another bag went up around my feet. The only thing not covered in the plastic was my cock and balls which they left alone.
Next, out came the silver duct tape. They started at my ankles and slowly, neatly, wrapped my legs. They moved on up my body covering my trunk, my stomach, my chest making sure that it wasn't too tight and that I could take deep breaths. The tape went around my neck, carefully, then up around my head. Soon my head was encased in the tape with only the hole for my nostrils and two slits for my eyes. I could still see out, sort of.
They wrapped my feet in the tape. Only my cock and balls continued to hang out. Lila started to fondle my penis, and soon I was erect. She then rolled a condom down on my erect member. A little plastic bag went around my testicles. Very carefully, showing considerable skill, Victoria wrapped thin strips of duct tape around the area that connected my genitals to my body, making my genitals stand out about half an inch or so. Then she continued to wrap my still erect penis, and finally she covered my balls so that they stood out separately.
I was now an obscene mummy, encased entirely in the duct tape with my
hands at my side, my mouth gagged, and my male genitalia protruding out
in front of me.
"How you doing in there?" Arnie asked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I said discovering just how thoroughly restricted I was.
"Time for an explanation," said Lila. "You have been a royal jerk. Today is Janice's bridal shower and all of her friends will be there. She has asked you again and again to attend, and you have refused, saying stupid things about how showers are for women and so on. Well, now you will be there and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. And they will see you in all of your glory and know what a 'Man' Janice is going to marry."
Saying that Lila grabbed my bound erection and gave it a pull and slapped it. "They'll see that you've got balls." She slapped my balls causing me to gasp into the gag.
Ruth took the slave contract that I had signed and was taping it to my chest. "And they will see and witness that you have nothing, that everything is Janice's, and that you are reduced to being a slave for the rest of your life."
This all sounded rather foreboding and ominous, and I decided that enough was enough. I protested into the gag, indicating that they should forget it, I wasn't going, and they should release me. A joke was a joke, but this was getting too serious.
"Nice try, Dave," said Lila. "But this isn't play. You are now Janice's mummy, and you are going to the shower, you will be on display, and she can let you go if and when she wants."
And so they kept me mummified in the bedroom until later that day when Arnie and Amos carried me out to their police car. They put me in the back seat, and drove me to the apartment where there were already quite a few people gathered in the play room available to renters. It was a large room with tables and chairs, a piano, and for that day, decorations fitting for a bridal shower. Amos and Arnie carried me in an propped me up against the wall under a large sign that said, "Here Comes the Groom!"
Maybe thirty-five people attended the shower – both men and women. Of course Victoria, Ruth, Lila, Arnie, Amos, and Ruth's boy friend were there along with many of Janice's friends. All admired me apparently and many took the time to read the slave contract that I had signed.
"Will he be bound and gagged at the wedding?" I heard one of Janice's friends ask her.
"Maybe," Janice answered. "It depends on how he behaves over the next couple of weeks.
"Will you parents understand?" someone asked Janice.
"You bet they will," said Janice. "I can't remember how many times as a youngster I went into my parents' bedroom and found my father tied up. When I told my mother that Dave was into bondage, she said she was happy that I had found just the right man for me."
The bridal shower was a huge success. They played a few of the silly games typical of showers, and Janice opened many nice gifts. None, fortunately, were related to bondage, but coming close to me Lila said that as a wedding gift, they were giving Janice a black box. I could hardly wait!!! After the shower, Arnie and Amos took me up to our apartment, and laid me on the bed. Janice said thanks and good-by to everyone, then came in and lay on the bed next to me. I made sounds in the gag indicating that I wanted to be freed, but Janice had long since learned to ignore anything like that. She took off the slave contract and put it away for safekeeping. I feared she was going to keep me mummified all night, but finally, just before she was going to bed, she carefully cut away the tape and released me, let me go to the bathroom, then tied me to the bed for the night – a night of pleasure. God, how I love it.
The wedding came off without any problems, and no, I wasn't tied up and gagged. Janice didn't think the minister would understand, nor would some of the others who attended. I did spend the entire honeymoon pretty much trussed up, but it was heavenly.
And that ended my year with Lila, Ruth, and Victoria. I do miss them, and whenever Janice has me bound and gagged, which is often, I think of them and wonder how they are doing. Arnie moved into my room and Amos moved in with Victoria into her room. It was quite an experience being a renter with them.
End of Chapter 25
End of Story
06/03/02