Chapter 57 - April Has Some Fun
I heard the words. I could see April's chest swell with the euphoria at the idea of having me alone. I strained again at the cocooning plastic and made as little progress as before. "Please Polly."
Polly looked at me obviously still irritated by my attempt to withhold the information that would save her weekend from Ollie's Sherlock-like skills. "Now Jack, she just wants to doll you up a bit."
April smiled widely over Polly's shoulder. I felt the blood drain from my face and Polly turned around only to see the shrug of the innocent seeming April.
I tried a different tactic. "Remember what happened to me with Selena? What if that happens again?"
Polly shook her head. "It was your first time, but that reminds me." Polly turned to look at April. "He is very good at escaping, don't lose him."
April nodded. "Yes, I know. I'll be careful."
"If he escapes..." Polly began.
April held up her hands. "He won't, I promise."
"I'll only be gone for an hour or two." Polly continued.
"Polly," I said with an obvious whine in my voice. I almost said, "If you love me...," but caught myself just in time, she did not respond well to that particular tactic, so I tried something else. "Polly she's going to do terrible things, you're the only one I trust."
Polly turned toward me and cocked her head. "She'll have to answer to me, and she knows that."
"You forget yourself, Polly." I said suddenly angry as each of my arguments were shot down. "April is in her thirties, and you're just a teenager."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Polly said responding in kind to my anger.
"She has no respect for you, you're too young."
"Not true." April interrupted. "I have great respect for Polly, the only teenager I respect more than her is you Jack."
Silence. My anger drained with each slowing heartbeat. I had not expected such a complement while helplessly wrapped in plastic. "What?" I stuttered.
Polly stepped closer to April and gave her a sidelong hug. "The only person in this room confused by that is Jack?"
"We're always the worst judge of our own character." April responded.
Polly glanced at her phone. "Oh, I got to go."
"Take the red car." April said. "It has tinted windows, just in case Ollie is sitting out there watching."
"Good idea." Polly said and ran towards the kitchen which led to the garage. "Have fun."
April took a step closer and whispered in my ear. "Oh we will."
I heard the door close to and hopped over to the couch falling onto the soft upholstery "What are you going to do to me?"
"Whatever I want." April smiled sitting on the edge of the couch and letting her hands slide over my plastic covered hip.
"I'm not going to cooperate." I answered.
"I would be disappointed if you did." April smiled and then stood up and left the room.
She returned moments later and entered the dining room which was open to the kitchen. In the corner near the wide glass doors leading to the backyard was a plant hanging from a hook on the ceiling. She stood on one of the kitchen chairs and removed the plant from the hook and set it on the kitchen counter. She then met my eyes and crooked her finger. "Come here."
I shook my head.
"Are you going to play like Tigger and bounce away?" Groaning at April's attempt to lighten the mood, I shifted my body to stand but with my arms pinned against my trapped legs I barely managed to sit forward before April leapt onto the couch and straddled me between her legs. "I must admit there is something truly awesome having the amazing Jack trapped between my thighs." April's smile seemed that of a predator as she stared down at me. I bucked my hips but this only seemed to delight the woman. "Whoa there, I was enjoying the ride enough as it was."
I felt the heat rise from my neck as the thick innuendo penetrated my thoughts. I even tried to turn away. April noticed this and slid down bringing her face within inches of my own. "You are too young for me, but there is something nearly irresistible."
I let my eyes slip closed and prayed she would get bored and slither elsewhere taking her forked tongue with her.
"If I kissed you Polly would know, but I wonder if it would be worth it." April whispered into my ear her hot breath accelerating my embarrassment. She then sighed deeply and I felt her weight leave my body. She produced a length of thin cord, folded it in half, and tucked the loop beneath Polly's crystal necklace kept locked about my throat. April slid the two ends of the cord through the loop creating a impromptu leash. "Probably not worth it, Polly has more adventures and I would hate to miss out just for the pleasure of a single kiss."
"Adventures?" I asked.
April tugged on the leash and I rose from my prone position on the couch, she continued to pull until I was standing precariously on my wrapped legs. "Can you imagine your wedding? I hope to be invited. What about your honeymoon?"
The question slapped me like a wave of cold water. Imagine my wedding? Of course not, I was not even out of high school. Just as quickly though, the images of such an event filled my imagination. For the first time the word 'husband' filled my thoughts and microseconds later the idea of 'Polly's husband'. These thoughts were not unpleasant. The jerking of the leash stole my reverie. "Come along Jack. My time is slipping away."
I was forced to hop toward the dining room where she attached the leash to the now vacant hook in the ceiling leaving me hanging from my neck by the indestructible necklace. "Hey you can't leave my like this I'll choke."
"Perhaps, if I leave you there too long. Obviously though, if you couldn't breath you wouldn't be able to talk to me, but I would recommend you do as I say." April produced a pair of scissors and a roll of white medical tape from a nearby shelf. Using the scissors she carefully opened the plastic near my right hand until my fingers were visible leaving my thumb trapped within the plastic. Picking up the tape she wrapped my four finger together.
"Good grief, you really think I could escape with just my fingers?" I had hoped she would be a bit more careless.
"I'm not taking any chances." With my fingers wrapped she cut back the plastic further exposing the remainder of my hand which she also encased in the tape. She repeated the same process with my left hand before returning her attentions to my right side cutting the arm free of the plastic and tying one end of a cotton cord around my wrist and pulling over the hook in the ceiling.
"This is ridiculous." I said looking up at my hand still inches away from the hook in the ceiling. Even if I could reach the knot holding the cord keeping my neck attached to the hook I could not free it with my wrapped fingers. I twisted my other arm hoping the cutting of the plastic would have created some slack to get my left arm free but the wrap adhered to itself and with my arms wrapped individually my struggles were still barely noticeable. "I give up."
April cocked her head to one side at my comment. "Give up? What does that mean?"
"You win, I can't get free."
"Oh, so I'm supposed to go easier on you then?" April said while patting my cheek with one hand.
"Yes." I answered without any hope of her actually doing that.
"Sorry, not going to happen." She then repeated the process of raising my left arm above my head and tying both cords in an intricate knot beyond the reach of my useless fingers. She then unwound the cord that threatened to choke me should I lose my footing. "There now, no more fretting. Let's get all that hot plastic off of you, I want a better look."
The scissors made short work of my plastic cocoon and I was soon shivering from the sweat evaporating from my skin. April stood back with her eyes moving up and down my body. "I don't know if it's those panties, you helplessly tied to my ceiling, or perhaps just your body." April took a step closer and I lashed out at her with one foot which she deftly caught with her hands. "And your legs are so soft with this downy hair sprouting all over. Did someone wax you?"
I clamped my mouth shut not eager to reveal my past encounters with women so very much like the woman standing before me. How was it possible that those short months ago I just happened to knock on April's door when I needed to escape from Polly's friends? It could not just be a coincidence, sure she was the only person staying late that fateful evening but why did she have to be part of this exclusive club of women that seemed to delight in my humiliation. The logical part of my mind insisted on pointing out that if she had not been interested she would likely have called security rather than let me escape through her window, but it still seemed too much of a coincidence. "So it's your choice, what will it be?" April finished saying though I knew it had followed a series of words I had heard but not processed due to being lossed in my own thoughts.
"Huh? What did you say?"
April frowned and placed her hands on her hips in a posture of obvious frustration. "Daydreaming of the day your legs were waxed?"
"What? No. I was just remembering the day we met."
April's face brightened. "Yeah, that was a good day, but since you weren't listening I will choose what you wear."
"No, April please." I begged hoping I could choose something to keep the remaining fraction of my dignity. I pulled at the ropes holding my wrists going so far that my legs rose from the floor but the hook nor ropes broke from the attempt.
"Sorry, you snooze, you lose." April disappeared into her bedroom returning moments later holding a length of rolled material in her hand. It was shiny red and seemed stiff in her hand. As she unrolled it long black laces fell from the interior dangling the floor. "Do you know what this is?"
I saw the molded cups and stiff ridges supporting the material. "A corset, like women wore in Victorian England."
"Oh it's not just any old garment like that, many a bride has warn one of these beneath her flowing white dress, though doubtless she'd not choose this color, though later on...perhaps." April approached ready to wrap it around my torso but hesitated. "This will make you look so sweet, are you going to kick me?"
"I don't want to look sweet." I answered ignoring the question.
"If you kick me my highest stiletto heels will decorate your toes before the day is out." April threatened.
I stared at April and the stiff red corset. She toyed with the laces letting them slide through her fingers. "I will not."
"Good." April tossed the garment onto the nearby table and again left the room returning with a familiar white box. "Now for the pièce de résistance." She removed the lid to reveal two nipples sitting atop a dome of flesh looking as natural as if removed from an actual woman. Sliding her fingers between the two mounds she extracted a glass bottle and removed the lid. Picking up one the breasts she used the roll-on top to apply a thin coating of liquid to the back of the fleshy globe before approaching me. I jerked at the bonds again and tried to turn away. "Stay still or the leash goes back on until I'm finished, and tighter than before."
"I hate this."
"I know, Jack. But you look awesome, so helpless, so..." April hesitated while she used the roll-on adhesive causing my body to shudder from the chill. "...sexy. Take some comfort in knowing you will be the subject of my fantasies for months to come."
"That is so wrong." I whispered.
April held the flesh tone breast against my chest and shook her head. "Wrong? Why? Have you not looked at porn? Do you not fantasize about women?"
"It's different." I started.
"Why?" April interrupted. "Porn objectifies women, and now that you will be objectified suddenly it’s offensive?"
"I. Am. A. Male." I said slowly and deliberately but softly so as not to make her angry.
"Ease up on the sexism. So it's fine if a woman gets breast implants and lathers on makeup for the fantasies of men, but if a woman wants that suddenly it's wrong?" April picked up the other breast and began to apply the adhesive.
"If Polly were bound to this hook would you still be so excited?" I asked.
April shook her head. "No, of course not. There is something about you, Jack."
I sighed heavily as she removed her hand from my new bosom. I looked down and marveled at their realism though it was marred by the slight difference in skin tones. "What? What is it about me?"
"Surely Polly has told you?" April answered and picked another bottle from the box which once held the breasts. Using her finger she used the fluid to blend the edges of the breast with my skin erasing the obvious line where my skin stopped and the faux breasts started.
"In weird metaphors, something like having a dragon on a leash." I answered. “Or maybe it was Nora who said that…”
April nodded. "That's good. Yes that does explain it quite well."
"Well I don't get it. I've thought about it a lot, and I just don't get it. Why the boobs, why the girl stuff. I don't mind being tied up, I quite like it when Polly does it, which explains the leash in the dragon metaphor, but not this." I said looking down at the now natural looking breasts.
April wrapped the red satin corset around my waist which was lined with a soft material that contrasted with the stiffened bones running vertically down the length. "I think it's the culture Jack." April began to pull on the laces and as the tightness increased the expanse of my new breasts bulged around the cups. Where once there were two jiggling bags of flesh now pillows pressed out from the confines of the corset.
"It's too small," I gasped..
April tied off the laces and walked around front. "Oh my, that is quite the display." She began to adjust my new breasts within the cups of the corset until they looked less like a shelf made of flesh and more a shocking display of cleavage. She returned to the laces and I felt the lower part of the corset compress. "There is that too uncomfortable, can you still breathe?"
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"It's better." It was tight but I could get a full breath into my lungs.
"Show off." April said swatting me on the rump.
"What?"
"When I wore this thing I could barely breath and the laces weren't nearly as tight as they are now." April said. "I'm jealous."
I rolled my eyes. "I'll trade."
"Nice try, the stockings are next."
"Goodie." I said. "What were you saying about culture?"
April picked up two thin strips of black nylon and knelt down towards my feet. "If I stripped you naked would you feel embarrassed and vulnerable?"
"Sure." I answered
"Compare that to how you feel right now." April finished.
Of course I'd rather be naked than wearing a corset and stockings. "Ok I get it, this stuff is supposed to make me feel vulnerable."
"More so than ropes and chains ever could. And consider also there is not really an equivalent for women, other than the fact that we are the weaker sex." April pulled a silky black stocking up one leg and then attached it to the corset with two elastic garters. "It's just the clothes we wear don't really change anything. Put us in man's clothes and we don't suddenly become vulnerable, quite the opposite in fact. That's the culture in which we live."
These were deep truths and I considered her words despite the constant distraction of her sliding silky garments across my skin. "Nudity.” I stated suddenly. “Women feel more vulnerable than men when nude." I remembered the locker rooms where guys walked around without towels with little concern. Furthermore Polly felt very strongly about me seeing her without clothes.
"That's not a perfect equivalent.” April answered. “Consider a woman wearing a man's speedo, even with her chest bare, versus a man in a woman's bikini?"
I conceded the point. "The man would feel worse." I said as April finished attaching the stockings to the garters. "So that's it then, the clothes are the ultimate way to make me helpless."
"Can you think of anything I could do you'd hate more?" April asked stepping back and looking me over from head to toe.
"Torture I suppose, bamboo shoots under the fingernails." I answered.
"Too messy. Besides I have no interest in seeing you in pain. I want to see you squirm." April picked up her phone and began to take pictures.
"If those end up on the internet..." I warned.
"Don't worry, see." April turned her phone around and showed me the photo. It was a picture of a buxom young girl wearing a corset and stocking from the neck down. My face was not in the photo.
"Oh god, that's not my body." I said in a whisper.
"I'm afraid it is, well mostly anyway. Every girl needs some help up top on occasion."
I again tugged at the ropes, this was too much and I could feel the panic begin to rise. "This is insane."
"You need to learn how to take a compliment." April said shaking her head. "You look amazing, I have the perfect wrapping paper too."
"Wrapping paper? What?" I said not understanding the reference.
"Your sexy underwear is the gift and the dress is the pretty wrapping." April smiled and dashed out of the room.
She returned carrying a hangar that held a bright red dress that sparkled in the light, it seemed like a prom or party dress and I struggled to decide if it would be worse than my current decorations. In her opposite hand dangled a pair of shoes that caught my attention. "Hey you said I wouldn't have to wear heels if I didn’t kick you."
"Jack, Jack, Jack." April said shaking her head. "I said you would wear my
highest stiletto heels if you kicked me. These are not my highest heels."
I looked at the long red spikes at the end shiny red heels and shook my head. "You tricked me."
"Go ahead and kick me and find out." April said taking the dress from the hangar.
"Don't tempt me." I answered with a scowl.
April laughed and lowered the zipper on the back of the dress. Kneeling down she guided my stockinged legs into the dress and pulled it up my body. This dress was strapless and covered the corset only by the barest amount. The skirt flared from my waist and fell to just above my knees. When I looked down at my body I could see nothing but a ridiculous amount of cleavage and a sea of shiny red satin beyond. "I hate how this dress hides your lovely ass, but we do have to worry about the surprise in front."
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"My arms are aching." This was barely true, my arms were a bit sore. I just wanted her to hurry.
"Alright, raise a foot and we'll get the heels on." April said.
"I don't need shoes." I answered.
April placed her hands on her hips dangling the ankle straps of the shoes through one finger. "I can't have you running away Jack."
"Tie my feet together." I answered.
April shrugged and dropped the shoes to the floor. "As you wish." Using the thin cord which was used earlier as a leash she knelt down and bound my feet finishing with a firm cinch between my ankles. Then in one smooth motion she pulled my bound feet from the ground leaving me dangling from my wrists and quickly proceeded to slip the heels onto my feet.
"Hey what are you doing?"
"Putting the heels on, obviously."
I grunted through the mounting strain as she pulled the second heel onto my foot before setting my legs down so I could ease the tension from my arms. "Instead of the heels, tie my ankles instead of the heels." I protested though thankful to be standing a bit taller which eased the strain from my shoulders.
April began to buckle the strap across my instep and smiled. "I never said that. It was easier to get the heels on you this way." I could hear the smile in her voice though her face was blocked by the satin dress as she worked on my feet. She stood up and placed her hand on my corset-narrowed waist. "I haven't had this much fun since my husband was around."
"Did you do this to him?" I said looking down over my body allowing a healthy dose of annoyance to enter my voice. I felt like screaming but squashed the desire.
April shook her head and sighed. "I wish, perhaps we'd still be together."
"Uh...what?" The response made no sense to me.
"Long story, Jack. Not one I wish to share with you, at least not yet." April pulled a chair over and began to loosen the knots holding me to the plant hook. "Now I'm going to let you down but if you try to remove the tape on your hands you'll be gagged"
"I'll topple over if you don't untie my ankles." I said.
April rubbed her chin for a moment. "I suppose it is hard enough to stand in heels without the added difficulty. If you try to run off though...." April let the threat hang in the air.
She released my ankles and then my hands leaving me standing in the dining room with more freedom since before being wrapped in plastic. Not actually freedom since my strongest desire was to rid myself of the dress and feminine underwear. I held up my trapped hands and fought the urge to peel away the tape with my teeth. April watched me with her eyebrows raised. "Do you like gags? I have a nice big red one, it will go perfectly with that dress."
I lowered my hands.
April pulled out a chair from the dining room table. "Have a seat. I expected Polly back by now but since we have time I'm going to apply a bit of makeup."
"No!" I said and leapt from the chair nearly pitching forward onto my face from the added height of the heels.
"What? You've worn makeup before, Polly told me. She said you looked good."
I shook my head.
April placed her hands on her hips. "Too bad, I'm in charge and I want to see how you look."
I looked around like a cornered rabbit. "Please April."
"What's the big deal, you're already wearing a sexy dress and heels." April said with her brow furrowed in confusion.
I shook my head. "I won't be still, there is nothing you can do to get me to hold my head still."
April cocked her head and smiled. "Oh really, let's test that theory." She picked up her phone from the table and dialed a number holding the phone to her ear. "Hey Polly, are you close?"
She nodded to the response and answered. "Good and he looks great but I don't want to spoil it."
April listened briefly and then laughed. "Yes that's true, could you do me a favor? He says he won't stay still for a makeover, would you mind talking to him." She paused to listen. "Great, here's Jack." She placed the phone next to my ear.
"Hello," Polly said.
I considered saying nothing but figured petulance would only make me seem childish. "I'm here."
"Having fun?"
"No. She's awful." I answered.
"I'll make it worth your while if you just sit still for her." Polly said.
"I'll make it worth your while if you don't make me." I answered right back.
Polly laughed. "Oh really, what would you do?"
"April is standing right here, I don't want to give her any ideas."
April held a hand to her mouth in unsuppressed mirth.
"Oh wow, must be something good. But wait till you hear my offer. I was at home briefly today and stumbled across this French Maid's costume, I'm sure you remember the one. Well if you cooperate with April I'll be your maid for an evening. And if you don't, I really want to see how you will look in it. I've only seen pictures."
"No deal Polly, what I'm wearing now is just as bad."
"Oh really! Now I'm super excited to see you."
"Yes, I'm sure you'll be delighted." I answered in my most sarcastic tone.
"Ok hand me back to April."
I nodded my head toward April and she took back the phone. A look of irritation crossed her face as she listened. "Alright, see you soon." She set the phone down.
April sat down across the table and placed her hands under her chin and stared at me. I could tell she was thinking of someway to get me to sit still. The empty box which contained the breast forms was on the table and April pulled it toward her. She removed a small square of paper and her eyes began to dart across the paper. "This is interesting, listen: Please be aware, prolonged wear of the forms, beyond 7 days, can irritate the skin. The adhesive will be effective until the natural regeneration of the wearers skin makes it ineffective. For this reason a bottle of adhesive remover has been included in the box. The adhesive is water and sweat proof and thus the only way to remove the forms without damage is to use the enclosed remover."
I listened intently and felt a chill slide up my spine.
April continued. "If you need additional adhesive or remover please contact us and allow 3 to 5 business days for delivery."
"So..." April looked at me with a look of triumph.
"I'll sit still." I said and hung my head in defeat. "Why do I even bother, I can't resist Polly, and she gave me to you?" My anger flared to life in a sudden spike, a dam holding back my emotions suddenly gave way. "Fuck it, and fuck you for doing this to me."
April's eyes flashed in anger at my words though I cared little. She stood up and moved to the couch and retrieved the remaining plastic wrap. "I'm not Polly, I don't have to be nice to you."
I rolled my eyes at her and pointedly looked away. In a sudden rush April spooled the plastic from the roll and yanked it around my body and chair. I was in no mood to be compliant so I raised my arms to block her progress but she continued wrapping pinning my arms to my body just beneath my chin. Dozens of circuits welded me to the chair continuing upward crossing over my chin. April did not stop and as the plastic passed over my nose, mouth, and eyes I yelled and bucked wildly. With my eyelids forced closed I could not see anything when the plastic finally stopped its progress. My chest started to burn from lack of oxygen and I wondered if my angry curses had cost my life when suddenly the plastic pulled away. I greedily sucked in a deep breath but at that same moment a large plastic ball pressed hard against my teeth cutting off the relief from the fresh air. The ball was so large I doubt the strap April buckled behind my neck was even necessary.
The plastic around my face was cut free moments later and I looked into the angry visage of April standing before me with her hands on her hips. The intensity of the struggle and the spikes of fear overwhelmed my anger and I coughed into the gag while tears of unspent rage and humiliation pooled in the corners of my eyes. April, seeing this, knelt down her face softening. "Why do you resist this so much?"
I looked away unable to answer the question even without my mouth propped open by the huge ball.
"Now I'm going to fix your face and you will remain still, right?" April said.
I nodded.
"Good, Polly should be here any minute."
April set a small box of bottles and brushes next to her on the table and began to apply creams and powders to my face while drool spilled from the corners of my mouth and dripped onto the plastic wraps still encasing my body. "Pity I won't be able to work on your lips but that gag just won't allow it. I can't say it doesn't look good. I wonder what Polly will think of the line of drool sliding into your cleavage?"
Several minutes later April stood back and smiled. "Good enough." She then applied some kind of gel to my hair before sliding a brush across my scalp. "Too bad you don't have longer hair. That's the best I can do, would you like to see?"
I shook my head and April laughed while using scissors to cut away the remaining plastic. I was glad to be free of the stuff since it had forced my arms to press against my large chest constantly reminding me of the new additions. At that moment a beep came from the panel against the wall and April smiled. "Looks like Polly's back."