Chapter 55 - Another Change of Plans
Cooking spaghetti is easy. Cooking spaghetti with your hands bound three inches apart in front of you while your elbows are fastened behind your back is considerably more difficult. I was handling the bonds, but the gag bothered most. I still wore the same black ball from the barn only now a towel was wrapped around my mouth to keep any drool from contaminating the food. To add insult to injury my legs were bound with a short tether so that walking around the kitchen was an exercise in patience.
"Oh, that is a good one." April said while pointing at the screen of a laptop. Both ladies were seated at the table currently looking at pictures.
"It's a great shot of the armbinder," Polly answered. "But it reveals too much about what he's wearing. I don't want it to be so obvious. We should keep them guessing."
"Just crop it down a bit, so you don't see the leotard so much." April responded. "Besides you said everyone who has access to this board has seen him in similar situations."
At those words both women turned towards me and our eyes met. I turned away quickly though but turning my back only heightened my awareness of the thinner strip of material diving between my buttocks. "How's the food coming?" April said with an obvious smile in her voice.
The gag prevented any reasonable response so I just nodded and continued stirring the noodles. An action that I had to move my hips to do because of how closely my hands were bound to my waist.
"Can we get him some heels please. It would do so much to complete the look." April asked suddenly.
Polly shook her head. "He's been through enough, today."
April pouted briefly and turned back to the screen. "Do you think anyone will figure out where he is and show up looking for him?"
"Maybe, but I doubt they'll interrupt us." Polly responded. "These messages should let everyone know he's safe and I'm with him. That will set their hearts at ease, though my Mom may still be pissed. She wants him at work for sure."
By the time the noodles were cooked and the jar of tomato sauce had warmed in the microwave the girls were done composing and posting to the message board. I was hoping to provide some input but they did not seem to care what I thought, so I concentrated on other things. The largest point of concern was the promise Polly had made at the start of the adventure to be my captive. A promise I doubt she had forgotten but had flown from her thoughts the moment she saw the ad hoc pillory in April's barn. NowI was bound hand and foot and making my way two inches at a time toward the table carrying the steaming noodles, a far cry from Polly being my servant.
April glanced up as I approached. "He's probably hungry, are we going to feed him?"
Polly shrugged. "Yeah that won't be a problem, I'm more concerned about what he's going to say."
"Say?" April asked.
Polly wrinkled her forehead while glancing back at April. "You've already forgotten?"
"Forgotten what?"
"The promise I made." Polly answered revealing a slightly exasperated tone with the older woman.
"Ohh..." April said. "You promised to be his slave or something."
Polly nodded. "When I saw your setup in the barn, I had to try it out on Jack."
April smiled. "Yeah, I understand that. So now he's going to turn back into Houdini and escape? Is that what you're worried about?"
Polly nodded.
I took a seat at the table and waited for them to decide what to do. Bound as I was, I could not run off and I was quite hungry. I stared at the food to indicate that fact. April closed the laptop and set it aside and pulled three bowls from a nearby cupboard. "Well the way it looks to me, you are pretty much in the catbird seat at this moment."
"We can't keep him tied up forever." Polly answered. "He's a boy, he'll stink after a while and need a shower."
I rolled my eyes at her and looked down at my chest as if in protest of her comment about my boyhood. Polly laughed, "Well they don't stop you from smelling like one, if that's what you think."
April served the spaghetti even placing a bowl in front of me despite the fact I was incapable of eating it. Polly pulled her chair closer and removed the towel then using the now damp cloth to protect her hands as she plucked the large ball from my mouth. As I stretched my stiff jaw she raised the glass of ice water near my mouth where I could easily suck from the straw. Polly waited while I recovered before setting the glass in front of me and resting back in the chair. "Well?" Polly prompted.
I looked at her and took a few minutes to lose myself in the swirl of her gold flecked green eyes. The excitement of the day had loosened strands of curly red hair from her braid and they now framed her face in a way that seemed to freeze the moment in time. The moment swallowed any words I was going to say, a small voice in the back of my head thought it odd that Polly had this affect on me especially the ability to sublimate my rebellious desires as she had done in the barn earlier today.
April saved me with a sudden cough. "Excuse me, should I give you two a moment."
I shook my head and glanced at April letting the power of Polly slide away. "I..." I hesitated trying to recall the words. "You..." I looked again at Polly who was beaming with delight at my hesitation. "You owe me one." I blurted in a rush for fear I would never find the words.
Polly looked confused. "Owe you one?"
The words broke the spell and I followed the thread of my congealing thoughts. "Yes, because you broke your promise. You said you would be my captive, yet here I sit, unable to even eat my own food." I glanced down at the bowl.
"What does it mean to owe you own?" Polly asked.
"I get a favor from you. Anything I want."
Polly's eyebrows rose and she cocked her head to the side. "Sounds interesting, maybe even fun. I break my promise to be your captive, force you into that lovely leotard and I have to owe you one?"
I looked down at the mounds attached to my chest and could not miss the sparkle from my thighs covered in the white hosiery. "You owe me another for the leotard, and one, no two, more for the uh..." I paused seeking the right word. "...attachments."
Polly laughed. "Let's see, that makes four I owe you." She leaned forward grabbed a forkful of spaghetti and brought it to my lips. I accepted the food and chewed eagerly as I had not eaten all day.
I nodded.
Polly tapped a finger against her lips while she continued to feed me. "Not allowing you to feed yourself, is that number five?" Polly smiled.
I nodded again while chewing taking a quick glance at April who seemed engrossed in watching me being fed by Polly. I could see Polly's mind turning but she remained silent while raising forkful of spaghetti to my lips. "I wonder how many favors I can accumulate?" She said to April after filling my mouth.
April shrugged. "I bet a pair of heels are worth a couple, don't you suppose?"
I opened my mouth to interrupt the alarming direction the conversation was moving but was greeted rather forcefully by another fork of spaghetti, I either had to accept the food or be stabbed in my closed lips, either way speech was not an option.
April stood up. "Shall a fetch them?"
"I don't know, it's getting late, I need to answer the deluge of comments on the message board post we made today. Jack needs a shower and a bed."
"I'll give him a bath." April said suddenly.
Polly's eyes jerked in her direction and narrowed dangerously. April raised her hands immediately. "A joke, it was a joke."
I managed to swallow before Polly could react and said. "You can't pay back a favor that big."
"Oh really, are you sure about that?" Polly had the ability to go from a near violent rage at April's comment to a sudden simmering lust. Her eyes reflected the truly inexhaustible supply of imaginative things Polly could do to pay back my favors.
My mouth fell open intending to answer her but the small smile on her lips stole my words.
"Do you have anything comfortable for him to wear that might keep him from wandering off?" Polly asked April.
April tapped a finger against her lips. "I don't know about comfortable, but I've slept in it."
"What is it?" Polly raised the fork again filling my mouth with the spaghetti.
"I'll show you, be right back." April stood up and moved toward the master bedroom.
Polly turned toward me. "Let's get you into a shower." She stood up and walked toward the stairs, I also stood but with my ankles bound the stairs would be impossible so I sat back down at the table. "Sorry Polly, I can't manage those stairs like this."
Polly turned and noticed my legs. "Oops," she giggled. "Let me get that."
She unwound the rope tethering my legs to a stride of only a few inches and then walked again toward the stairs leading to the second floor. "I'm not sleeping in there?" I motioned toward the bedroom where I woke up."
"No that was just last night since we didn't want to haul the suitcase up the stairs. That's April's bedroom."
I nodded and carefully followed, with my elbows pinioned behind my back I would not be able to break any falls. Finding myself ungagged for the first time in many hours provided me the opportunity to inject my own opinion into the direction of events. "So ..." I began.
Polly looked over her shoulder and smiled. "I know, I know, I should not have broken my promise, are you mad?"
Truthfully anger could not have been further from my thoughts. "I'm kind of disappointed to be getting my picture taken wearing these clothes."
Polly stopped at the top of the stairs. "You look good."
"If you like a male head on a woman's body." I countered.
"Would you like me to fix that?" Polly smiled and I knew from her look her intention would not be to fix my body but to change my head to match.
"The pictures?" I quickly moved the subject back to the most pressing matter.
"I am being careful, there aren't any pictures being posted that show your face and body at the same time, thought I doubt those who know us will have any trouble understanding what's going on?"
"Do I have to wear these?" I said looking down at my chest.
"The clothes don't fit right without them."
"My clothes do." I countered.
"We don't have any of your clothes." Polly smiled.
"Will I be tied up the whole time?" I asked.
"Would that be so bad?"
"It's supposed to be restful, isn't that your intention? To give me a break?" I asked.
"I promise I will be handling all your decisions for you. Where you walk, if you talk, when you can see, if you can move..."
We had reached the main bathroom on the second floor and though smaller than the bathroom in April's master bedroom it was still larger than any in my own house. "I don't want to be dressed and tied like your life-sized Barbie doll but I also don't want to escape and end up stuck with work and homework."
Polly had obviously grown weary of the discussion as she turned on me with fire in her eyes. "Look Jack, not only have I been worried about you for the last few months, but I also missed you terribly. You have ignored me."
"But..." I tried to interrupt.
"You would do well to view this as a punishment. I know you are trying to graduate and hold down a job, but I am just as important."
"But..." I tried a second time.
"I'm going to spend this week with you, and you have no choice."
"But..."
"And..." Polly placed her fingers over my mouth. "If I want you hogtied wearing nothing but the the skimpiest lingerie, than that is exactly what you'll be wearing. Got it."
I nodded, though I was a bit off balance. How quickly things had changed from her owing me favors to telling me exactly things were going to be.
Polly shut the door to the bathroom behind us and then shoved me against the wall smothering me with a passionate kiss that obliterated all the embarrassment and humiliation suffered at her hands over the last hours. "I'm having fun." She pressed her body into my spandex clad form. I felt her stomach pressing against my own rising need. "I can also tell you are enjoying it too. April has a lot of fun toys I would like to try out."
I clamped my teeth down to keep any objections from spilling out of my stupid mouth and thought about my life before Polly, reminding myself of how many body parts I would have paid for a beautiful woman as amazing as Polly. She removed the bonds from my elbows and wrists and then helped peel the tight leotard from my body. Surprisingly she also peeled off the breasts. "I put these on in a rush. They looked great under the leotard but not now. Go take a shower."
The toilet was in a small separate room next to the shower and I made my way there first. I shut the door and peeled off the shiny white hosiery and took a few moments to revel in my freedom and lack of feminine clothing. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door and Polly's subsequent answer. I could not make out the words other than Polly's obvious excitement. I quickly finished my business and stuck my head out of the door to make sure April was not standing in the room. Polly sat on a small stool with a huge grin on her face. "Hurry up, I can barely wait for you to finish your shower."
"What is it?"
"It's your pajamas." A giggle bubbled from her lips. I cocked my head and reached out toward her plunging my fingers into her curly red hair. It felt like spun silk between my fingers. My other hand slid along her collar bone slipping the spaghetti strap of her silver dress down her shoulder as I went. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying my freedom. I have wanted to touch you for many hours. That dress is driving me wild."
Polly grabbed my hand and turned me toward the shower. "Make it snappy, or I'm wearing a burlap sack tomorrow."
"You would look amazing." I smiled at her over one shoulder.
Polly shook her head and left the room as the water fell from the tap. The shower was wonderful and the heat relaxed my body enough for me to realize that one night's rest was not enough to fully recover from the insane schedule I had been keeping for the last few months. Polly was back inside the bathroom at the same moment I turned the water off, she handed me a towel and placed a toothbrush near the sink. "What time is it?" I asked.
"Time for bed." Polly answered.
"Sounds good I feel suddenly tired."
"Put these on." Polly handed me a shiny wad of red silk.
"Those aren't mine." I answered.
"Sure they are, I think Ollie's Mom gave them to you."
I thought back to my recent encounter with Maria Evans and shook my head. "I never wore them, they were packed into my mouth."
"Don't bore me with details, put them on." Polly ordered.
"You do it." I was feeling bold, not enough to completely refuse but a little.
Polly sighed and shook her head the tight red curls bouncing freely around her face. She stepped behind me and yanked the towel from around my waist. I could feel her hair tickling my legs as she knelt down. "Lift a leg."
I complied and soon felt a fool in the shiny panties despite my refusal to actually put them on. Polly opened the door and pulled me across the hall into the nearest bedroom. A queen-size bed with a dark blue coverlet dominated the space which seemed more vibrant due to the continued use of white walls and white carpet. A large wooden armoire sat opposite the bed while a matching blue and white love seat was situated along the adjacent wall which also held a window overlooking the picturesque backyard. I jerked my hands down to cover my worse-than-naked state when I saw April standing next to the loveseat looking through the now darkened window.
April laughed when she noticed my embarrassment. "I've seen you in worse than that, no need to be embarrassed."
I shook my head and continued my attempt to hide behind Polly.
April then addressed Polly. "Boobs?"
"Nah, they were uneven so I took them off. I'll do better next time."
April picked up a black mass of material off the arm of the loveseat and held it up. "Can I help?"
Polly nodded. "Let's get him dressed."
I looked over Polly's shoulder at the mass of black fabric that was as tall as April. "Those are the pajamas you talked about?"
April laughed. "Pajamas, that's hilarious." She spread the garment across the bed and lowered a long zipper sewn into the back. "Just have him step into it, zipper in the back."
"Wow, it's heavier than I thought." Polly said as she took it from April.
"Escape proof, several layers of fabric, though it has some stretch for comfort." April answered
Polly lowered the opened garment that appeared to be a long dress. I would never walk in the thing since the opening for my legs was barely wide enough for one of my feet let alone both. I sat on the bed and raised both legs Polly forcing them through the small opening. April helped me to my feet as Polly tugged the garment upward which compressed my legs into a single sheath binding them together more completely than any cinched rope. However, the real surprise came when Polly slipped my arms into the long sleeves which had no openings for my hands. The material simply tapered down to points ending in a thick strap that dangled to the floor. My hands would be less than useless. As Polly raised the zipper the compression around my legs slowly rose up my body.
"Now just pull the straps through the loop on the front of the dress and then tie it off behind." April said.
Polly picked the straps that were dangling on the floor and put each through the loop that was sewn into the garment just below my chest. As she did so my arms were also pulled through that same loop until I was hugging myself. The pressure continued to increase as April and Polly worked together to secure the straps behind my back. "Ugh, that's tight enough."
Straight Jacket Dress
Polly walked in front of me her hands sliding over the thick black spandex material that now covered my body. "What do you think?"
"I've worn more comfortable pajamas." I said.
"Time for bed then."
"Picture?" April asked. "For the message board?"
"Good idea." Polly answered.
I groaned as April ran from the room returning moments later with a camera. Several pictures were taken before Polly pushed April toward the bedroom exit. "Ah, I want to stay."
"You have your room back." Polly said before closing the door in April's sad face.
"Are you afraid I'll run off?" I asked and hopped over to the love seat and sat down.
"Not anymore." Polly smiled and joined me on the short couch pulling my feet into her lap.
I groaned in pleasure as she began to rub my toes. "You know I would love to give you a foot rub too."
"I bet you would, but I am getting enough pleasure seeing you tucked inside that dress." Polly answered.
"Are you sleeping in here tonight?" I asked.
"Yes." Polly answered quickly.
"Ah, that explains it." I said.
"Explains what?"
"Why you have me trapped in this dress, straight jacket, thing." I answered.
"Huh?"
"You're afraid I'll ravage you if you don't keep me under control."
Polly pushed my feet from her lap and stood up. "You know what, maybe you're right."
I was actually joking about the whole 'ravaging' thing so I was a little surprised when Polly disappeared into the closet. I was still trying to figure out how I angered her when the door opened again and she stepped out clothed in the most beautiful green nightgown and robe set I had ever seen. My mouth fell open in stunned surprise and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her. The stupid bondage dress prevented any such movement and I growled in protest as I tried to wrench my arms free.
Polly's Nightgown
"What's wrong Jack?" Polly asked with an innocent and knowing smile as she let the robe fall from her shoulders to expose the narrow straps of the nightgown beneath.
I continued to jerk my arms back and forth, but soon a defeated whine escaped my lips and I slipped from the love seat onto the floor, the slick material of the dress aiding my descent. Polly knelt down letting the silky sleeves of the robe slide across my trapped body. I rolled over and placed my cheek against her silk covered thigh. Polly slid to the floor and pulled my head fully into her lap. "Ah, poor thing, you must be exhausted."
I continued to slide my cheek along her soft body and said nothing knowing I would be stuck in the damnable dress contraption until morning likely with Polly snuggled next to me. After a few minutes, Polly stood up and helped me to my feet. She tossed back the covers on the bed and pushed my legs beneath the sheets before sliding in next to me. With a contented sigh she curled up beside me and snuggled her face onto my shoulder.
I stared at the ceiling and forced my mind to recite the now familiar mantra. "Would you rather have this or what you had before you met her?"
Polly opened her eyes. "Did you say something?"
I had not realized I'd spoken aloud. "No, nothing."
Polly laid back down and resumed using me as a giant teddy bear leaving me to handle her scent of roses and vanilla, an overwhelming aphrodisiac, as her every breath and heartbeat seemed to throb with my own desire. I did not expect to sleep.