A woman put into bondage by another woman goes through the same stages as grief. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance.
The Leather Worker - Chapter 1
Denial, Anger and Bargaining.
My name is Marie.
I am lying on the bed in Jacki's room. How did I get here?
Jacki is my roommate in my house. I rented to her a year ago, because I had inherited the three-story structure from my folks and owned the house outright. I found I still needed to offset some of the costs of the taxes each year. So, I had done a few things to bump up the basement to apartment status so the fire marshal wouldn't hassle me, and she appeared two days after I placed an ad for a tenant. She seemed OK and I needed her rent check to pay the county and state so I let her take the downstairs apartment.
I did not really regret it.
We had been housemates for almost a year now. She was a leather worker, makes belts, bags and other accessory stuff and worked art shows in the counties around the house along with having a website to sell her stuff and attending the odd renaissance fair with specialty leather clothing. She is pretty talented actually. Good designs, well thought out and unique.
We got along OK, emotionally, culturally and physically. I thought she as kind of tough, perhaps tougher than my own more delicate sensibilities might have gone towards, but not so tough as we could not get along fairly well.
Not too much drama between us or hurt feelings over time, so I counted my blessings.
Neither of us was in a relationship, though I had the odd lover come home with me to help me get my rocks off, they never stayed longer than a couple weeks and there were never any of my men hanging around screwing things up between us with their Testosterone and male bullshit.
As for Jacki. She might have slipped someone into her basement apartment now and then, but to be frank, I had never seen it and did not know if she had any boyfriends at all. Ultimately it could have been a lot worse arrangement for a forty-seven-year-old half hippie chick like Jacki and a thirty-three-year-old single secretary like me.
Then Tuesday happened.
I had cleaned out the dryer of a load of laundry.
I was getting ready for work and in a hurry. I realized that my underwear drawer was completely empty and that when the load was done that none of my knickers had gotten cleaned with it. An oversight. There was a pair of Jacki's in the basket though. A pair of nylon black ones with a little bow at the center of the waist. I really had to get to work so I just took them on impulse and wore them instead. No big deal, right?
Wrong.
When I got home, Jacki was waiting.
"Where are my panties, bitch!" She said as soon as I saw her. It sounded vicious. Out of general character.
"I...uhh... I'm wearing them." I replied, contritely, but perhaps too lightly. "I needed..."
She held out her hand.
"Give them back...now!" She ordered.
I did not like being ordered like that and especially not in that tone. You know how it is. Someone who doesn't even say 'please.' No niceties like good manners, just demands. You are inclined to dig your heels in.
"Look...you don't have to be rude like this. I'll give them back. Just give me minute."
She stared at me, blocking my movement to move past her.
"Come with me!" She demanded. It was preemptory, I could have refused as I was getting pretty insulted, but there was a tiny amount of guilt in the back of my mind too, I was wearing her property and had not asked permission after all. I was a little self-conscious too. Jacki is lean and tall, maybe five ten or eleven, with this shock of tangled black hair that flies around her head she walks fast. Her narrow hips swaying side to side in her loose summer dress only emphasized her tightness. I am smaller than her at five-five, shorter for sure and wider across the hips and butt. I had found the fit of her underwear tight on me all day at work. Feeling them creeping up between my buttocks and into my outer labia a bit too. I was concerned that when she did finally get them back, they would be stretched, a little smelly and might not fit her properly anymore after I wore them.
She stalked downstairs to her apartment. To be frank, I had gone down there about two months after she moved to check a circuit breaker, but I had not been down into her apartment since. As we walked along the corridor and into her living-space she was ten steps ahead. I was vaguely curious. She went into what I knew to be her living room, holding the door open for me from behind it. As I walked in, I wasn't surprised to see that her furnishings were austere, consisted basically of two big plush leather chairs and a big Persian carpet with a couple lamps.
I paused, waiting I think for her to walk past me and talk to me. She didn't.
Instead, something flashed past my vision from top of bottom and I felt something on my belly and back.
"Wha...:" Was all I had time to say. It happened so fast.
Then I felt this tightening around me. A constriction. I looked down. This wide leather belt was across my belly and disappeared around my arms. I could feel it at the base of my back above my buttocks. It had tightened! I tried to raise my arms, but the belt, running across my elbows, pinned my arms to my sides.
I couldn't believe it. This couldn't have happened!
"Wait! What are you doing!" I jerked my arms now pinned to me. In denial that such a thing was happening. Agog with denial. Helpless with denial for a moment. She was still behind me. I felt the belt get even tighter. I struggled some more. I managed to writhe one of my arms more across my front a bit, then it tightened again and pinned it there. I could move my hands about some, but could not really raise my arms up since my elbows were blocked by stiff leather. I wriggled my whole body then. My middle was firmly encased in tough thick leather.
"Jacki. Stop!" I plead, still not believing what was happening.
She snorted, and I felt this tiny amount of additional tightening. She was somehow adjusting straps on the leather behind me. I stomped my foot and went to spin to confront her. She was back there doing something and by the time I half turned she stepped away to the wall beside the door.
I staggered around a bit more and glared over at her. She was untying this rope from a cleat she had mounted on the wall, but I was too angry to really notice and just shouted at her.
"What are you doing? You can't do this!" My last denial. I had shouted it. Now I was suddenly angry. Blazing hot anger flared in me. "Jacki! What are you doing, dammit!" I writhed again and fought that leather belt. Jerking and tugging with all my might. "Take this thing off me! You've got to let me go!" I demanded.
Jacki faced me. She smirked.
"Too late for that, Marie! We have gotten along well until today. You took my property. Things have changed."
I took a step towards her. I got about two feet from her.
I should have been paying more attention to what she had been doing with the rope.
She gritted her teeth a bit and pulled down hard on the rope in her hands. I felt that dammed leather belt that went around me pull me up short. Then I felt this continuous pressure pulling it backward under her weight on that rope. Jacki was pulling that rope hand over hand while I watched.
Things were happening so fast I had not really come to my senses. I looked up to see the rope leave her hands, pass through three pulleys fixed to a heavy exposed beam up near the ceiling and then go down behind me! She pulled again. I was dragged back more. The rope was attached to the back of the belt! There was nothing I could do.
"Jacki. Stop! You are scaring me!" I spat. I keep my straight blond hair cut about two inches above my shoulders. Now I came to regret that length because the rope pulled me back further. I dug in my feet to try and get some traction to charge her again, but all I did was help since she tightened Mr. Rope some more and I was now leaning slightly forward and my hair fell from behind my ears and covered my face blocking my vision and confusing me. I shook my head to clear it. My hair remained in a curtain across my face.
"Jakie. Let me go! Dammit! Get this mess off me." I shook my head to clear my vision better, seeing her tying the rope back off to the cleat by the door. I was half hanging by that damned leather belt now. I had to make her come to her senses. "Jacki! Jacki!" I almost yelled the last in a curse.
