"I've got special plans for this weekend," Biri purred.
It didn't take too much imagination for Leif to determine what those plans would be. His girlfriend's outfit made some very clear statements in that regard.
"Can you even breathe in this, sweetie?"
"As long as I don't laugh," she chuckled and let her latex-gloved hands slide along the skimpy rubber dress and tightly-laced corset. Kneeling in front of him in their living room, Bérénice was a picture of enthusiastic submission, ready to have her photo printed in a BDSM textbook.
"You know," Leif stated in a low voice as he hunkered down in front of her, "I've got some pretty concrete plans, too..."
"Do you, now?"
"You better believe it, little slave girl. I will be stalwart, I will be merciless, and I will crush any sign of resistance with all the skills given to me."
He brought her head closer with a dominant pull at the front ring of her strict leather collar.
"But first I need some additional equipment."
Leif let go of her slave collar and stood up.
"Don't go anywhere."
"Yes, Master!"
He was sure she wouldn't. Not with the ballet ankle boots on her feet. Most likely she had put them on last, whilst already waiting for him in the living room. Maybe she had donned them together with the rest of her fetish outfit and then had crawled into place for him to find her -- a mental picture very stimulating to Leif. The one thing she surely hadn't done was walk. Biri was barely capable of standing in ballet boots, but only whilst steadying herself somewhere, and just for a score of seconds. Then routinely the cramps would set in, and she would either plead for permission to kneel or -- in serious cases -- would break slave character altogether. Building up tip toe stamina and en pointe balance was a work in progress.
As he walked past her towards their naughty stash, Leif was pleased to notice that she hadn't just laced up her punitive footwear with a vengeance, but had also locked it on with small padlocks. Good girl.
Only minutes later he returned with a couple of carefully chosen items and a clear notion of how to proceed.
"Feeling flexible today?"
Biri made a cute distressed sound at the sight of the armbinder. It was the one that reached up almost to her shoulders. The tight one.
Obediently she placed her arms behind her back, dismissing all thoughts of imminent discomfort and welcoming those of stern bondage.
"Wanna keep your opera gloves on?"
"Yes. Although I don't think my arms going to feel any less encased without them."
She knew him well. Leif loved to lace a monoglove tight. And he would do it quickly, giving her little time to adjust. It never failed to increase the sensation of capture and entrapment. Already he had brought the holding straps across her shoulders and had laced her up halfway to the elbows. This locked both the binder and her arms in position, making it unmistakably clear that she was in for it. Then his practiced hands started in earnest. Beginning again at the wrists, the laces buzzed through the sturdy grommets. Every pull made the bondage more demanding, more inescapable. Biri gasped as her elbows touched, join pressed against join by unyielding leather. In her ligaments the well-known pain started, sharp and gnawing as if arrows were sticking in them.
"There will be no antics from you this weekend," Leif breathed into her ear.
"No, Master!"
"I will take all the play time I want, without remorse."
"Yes, Master!"
And higher still he laced. In every detail Leif could witness the way his girlfriend's arms shifted in their joints and how her shoulder blades moved closer and closer together. He finished with a double bow and stowed the loops between her triceps muscles inside the binder -- which turned out to be a tight fit. He couldn't remember having her ever bound so harshly. And according to Biri's frequent low moans, she couldn't either.
Seeing her arms forced into so strenuous and unnatural a position never failed to arouse Leif. Sadly he couldn't allow himself to indulge in those feelings right now -- too many tasks were waiting for him.
He circled her kneeling form. Looking straight from the front, her arms had become invisible. Her shoulder joints existed only as slight curves between her collarbones and her torso. Due to her arched back the girl presented her ample boobs very nicely, all displayed in the shiny latex. He couldn't help but cup them. Leif adored Biri's breasts. They were as soft as one would expect, yet at the same time excitingly firm. Like tautly stuffed pillows.
"Everything still there where you last saw it? You've got that 'pillow' look again."
Busted. He shouldn't have told her about that metaphor. Now she was teasing him with it on every occasion. To get even, he felt her up a bit more, enjoying the latex that was holding her breasts. It provided a weird sensation. The material itself appeared to be cool, yet he could feel Biri's body heat through it. There was really nothing like thin-spread rubber when it came to trapping a slave girl's tits.
He let his hands wander upwards and laid them on her shoulders, which were already glowing from the stress.
"Your shoulders are burning."
"Shoulders, chest. It even spreads down into my flanks."
Leif grabbed her strictly corseted waist.
"How did you even manage to lace yourself up so tight all by your own?"
"There are many things a girl can do all by her own."
"Do you want me to loosen the corset or the binder?"
"Ask that again, the two of us have a real problem."
That haughty attitude, even when displayed to encourage, could not go unpunished. Leif took one of the bondage belts he'd brought and doubled it. With a stern expression he raised his arm, as though intending to beat her with the leather strap. But he let one end drop and brought the belt down with little force. Almost gently it wrapped itself around her sheathed arms and restricted waist. Leif tightened the belt all the way down, thus forcing Biri's already tormented arms closer to the small of her back.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped.
Leif could still shove a hand between binder and corset, but Biri's leather-encased wrists were pressing hard against her tail bone. She wasn't even able to flap her arms anymore. He took a shorter strap to create a cinch on the belt just where his hand had been, not willing to let the space unused.
Biri mad a funny noise, somewhere between squealing and sighing.
"Get used to it while I'm doing your legs."
"How do you want them?" she asked with a husky voice, her endurance clearly challenged.
"Put your feet a bit to the side of your bum. Don't rest on them."
She groaned as this variation brought her hip further down and turned her ankles, thus putting additional strain on her insteps. Leif pushed the hem of her short latex dress up and tied each ankle to its corresponding thigh. Again he used the cinch technique to tighten things up even further.
