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Forced Barely Legal Sex Slavery Incest, by Jezebel Rose
Jacky hesitantly walked in through the front door to the club passing into a foyer. The walls on each side of the entrance were decorated with murals of nude woman bound in different positions with all types of materials. Some in leather, some in ropes, and some in metal or wood with others bound in combinations of several different materials. All looked restrictive and some even painful.
Jacky strolled down the foyer stopping for a moment at each painting to look and take in what she saw. At the end of the entrance, there was a desk where she stopped and waited. Within less than a minute, a door to the right of the counter opened and out walked a brown-haired woman about 25 years old, maybe as early as 27. Nevertheless, not much older than that.
“Can I help you?”
Jacky looked at the woman. Did she wear very high heels, a short skirt, and white blouse, maybe without a bra underneath? Melissa was not quite sure, and a tight leather collar with a ring in the front around her neck.
“Um, yes. I’m here to look for my sister.”
“Your sister?”
“Yes. Her name is Kimberly though mostly she goes by Kim.”
“And what makes you think she’s here?”
“Well, I know she came here last Friday night with a few of her friends for a party. Her friends had returned home, but Kim has not. Her friends said that she got separated from them here at the party that night and they thought she might of left early, but we haven’t seen or heard from her in a week, so I’d thought if go looking for her. You know, in case she’s in trouble or something.”
“Just a minute, let me go and get the headmistress. You can have a seat right over there while you wait.” Pointing to a flat leather covered bench over near the wall but not pressed against it.
“I’ll be right back.” She said exiting the room through the same door she entered.
Jacky went and sat down on the bench. With no back to the seat, sport her, in less than a minute she was squirming around trying to get comfortable.
Suddenly, the door opened and was held by the woman that had greeted her as she allowed another woman to pass into the room first.
Jacky stood up, glad to be off that bench as the woman approached.
She was a striking woman. Tall, probably 6′ 1″ but the high heels she wore made her stand even taller. She wore a black leather mini skirt topped with a white cotton blouse and no bra underneath. Must be the uniform of the day Melissa thought to herself. However, this woman’s clothes were much more expensive. More so then the women who greeted her. She too wore a leather collar, but it was much more elaborate with carved dragons tooled all around it and no ring compared to the one the other woman wore.
She had long silver hair, which fell to, below her shoulders. Straight and beautiful.
Her blue eyes seemed to penetrate Jacky as if she could look and see her innermost thoughts.
“Hello, I’m Mistress Isabella. I run this establishment. Dawn here tells me you here looking for someone?”
“Yes my sister, Kim.”
“You must understand that we are a very exclusive club and many of the members and their guest don’t necessarily use the proper names. So even if your sister had come here as a guest of a member, she might haven’t use her name wanting to remain a bit private, so to speak.”
“Oh, I did not think of that.” She said reflectively. “Do you think it might be permissible for me to look around for her?”
“My dear, I’m sorry but our members and their guest highly value their privacy. I can’t just have anyone off of the streets wandering around our halls disturbing our members, now can we?”
“No, I guess not. But I was hoping to find my sister.”
“Hold old are you girl?”
“I’m 18,” Jacky answered.
“Why you’re barely old enough to be in here on your own. However, I will tell you what. I see this is important to you so I’ll escort you around the premises so you can look to see if your sister is still here, though I find it highly unlikely.”
Jacky looked hopeful. “You’d do that?”
“Yes, but there is a condition.”
“What is it? Just name it.”
“You understand that we are a fetish club, correct.”
“Yes.”
“Then I can’t have you walking around dressed in street clothes as it may make some of the members a bit curious if not nervous.”
“What do suggest then?”
“That I attire you in more appropriate clothing for our club.”
“Um, okay I guess.”
“As Mistress, I will dress you as I would one of my slaves and lead you around the club so that you can look for your sister.”
Jacky was thinking that it would be similar to what both women were wearing agreed.
“Come with me then.” She said turning. The brown-haired woman opened the door to allow Mistress Isabella to pass through first and Jacky followed. Down the hall to a small room.
“Please, take off all your clothes, fold them place them on that bench over there. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Jacky heard the door shut behind her and then slowly began to undress.
She was down to just her bra and panties when Mistresses Isabella returned.
“You’ll have to lose the undergarments too.” She said and handed Jacky a full body leather catsuit. “You’ll need to use a lot of talc on your legs and arms to get the catsuit on. Let me know when you have it on.” Turned and left again.
Jacky struggled, but after 10 minutes, she had the suit pulled up on to her legs and her arms through the sleeves and was now struggling to pull the zipper up in back when Mistress Isabella walked back into the room. She did not knock. She placed the bundle of what she was carrying down on the bench and told Jacky to turn around. Pulling the catsuit firmly over Jacky’s shoulders, she grasped the zipper and pulled it up.
The leather suit tightly enclosed all about Jacky. It was almost as if the suit was tailor-made for her size. It narrowed just above the hips and squeezed her abdomen in. Her 32 B-cup breasts squeezed into two built-in leather cups. Something inside them poked at her breasts, but she tried to ignore it. She did not realize that the inside of the cups each had 25 tiny needles, meant to irritate her breasts but not break the skin. Slightly embarrassed, Jacky watched as her nipples poked through two small holes cut out of the front of the leather garment. “Strange,” she thought to herself.
“Very good. Now step into this and pull it up over your hips.” Isabella said as she handed Jacky a white leather corset.
Jacky did she was told and pulled the item up over her hips and around her waist. The underbust corset was heavily boned. Once she had it in place, Isabella began to buckle the straps in back pulling them tightly around her. There were four belts in all, and as each was buckled the corset squeezed Jacky’s waist drawing it in smaller and smaller. When all four straps were buckled, Isabella went over them again, pulling each one, one notch tighter, squeezing Jacky’s waist a full two inches smaller from 24” to 22” and making it somewhat difficult for her to breath profoundly forcing her to take shallow breaths.
This also had the impact of pushing her 32″ breasts further into the catsuit cups pressing them against the bothersome needless. She had also noticed how more than just her nipples were now poking through the small breast cup holes. It was if her aureoles were trying to escape through the small holes too. Isabella then took four small padlocks and locked down each of the four buckles of the corset. There was no taking off the catsuit until the corset was removed. Without the keys, that was not happening any time soon.
“Alright, let’s get your gloves on next,” Isabella said and reached for her right hand. Jacky offered it with no resistance and watched as the glove; no sooner, a bondage mitt, which covered her whole hand, was pulled up to her wrist and buckled on. Isabella then took hold of her left hand and did the same to it. Two more small padlocks made sure the mitts would not be removed.
When Isabella stepped away to retrieve the next item, Jacky lifted her hands to look and realized how trapped they now were. At this point, she knew she had passed the point of no return for some reason that seemed to excite her though she did not know why.
Isabella turned and had an open-faced leather helmet in her hand. She quickly and expertly pulled Jacky’s long black locks into a high ponytail and slipped the mask over her head pulling the ponytail through a hole near the top of the helmet. She then had Jacky hold her hair up out of the way with her mitts as she laced the helmet closed in the back. The laces pulled from top to bottom, which also covered her slender neck.
A 3″leather collar was then buckled tightly around her neck and padlocked. When Jacky complained about the tightness, nearly choking her, Isabella said it had to be otherwise it would chafe.
“Do you dance?”
“What?”
“Do you dance? You know, ballet, jazz, waltz.”
“I used to take ballet lessons when I was younger.”
“Then you’re going to love these boots I have for you.” She said holding them up for Jacky to see. “They’re called ballet boots.”
Isabella knelt after setting Jacky on the bench and taking up her right foot, guided it into the boot. Immediately, Jacky’s foot squeezed into an en point position within the boot and Isabella began to lace it up her leg tightly past her knee to mid-thigh. She repeated with her left leg. The shoes were now covering most of Jacky’s long pins. Jacky could feel her calves beginning to give out, as she was not used to holding her feet in such a position. Looking at the high 7″ stiletto heels, she knew it was going to be a bitch to walk in if not just painful.
At the top of each boot where the laces ended were another strap and buckle. Locking these down with small padlocks ensure the laces could not be gotten to.
When Jacky was not paying much attention to Isabella as she was looking at herself wondering what she had now gotten herself into, Isabella was far behind her grooming Jacky’s long black hair gently with her fingers.
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