The arms were terminated in heavy and snug mittens, again with d-rings
attached at the ends.
As he slithered the heavy rubber up over her glistening feet, he
smiled, listening to her excited breathing hissing in the rubber bag.
The legs of the suit were sized too small for Mandy’s more voluptuous
figure, and Dodds had to strain a little to pull it over her legs.
Soon he had the body of the suit wrestled over her torso and was
sliding her arms into the mitten-ended arms of the suit. These too,
were a bit of a struggle at first, but soon slid on with a liquid
sigh. Straps were buckled tightly over the wrists, then the long back
zip was laboriously pulled up, and the undersized suit slithered
tighter.
He threaded the rebreathing bag from her mask through the open mouth
hole of the suit’s hood before pulling it on. After coating the hood
she was already wearing with more of the thick lubricant, he forced the
heavy red helmet of the punishment suit over it, zipped it up the back,
and laced it tight. Fortunately for Mandy, the only part of the suit
that wasn’t made to be a tight fit was the neck, or she might have had
difficulty breathing.
Her head was now encased in two layers of latex, making almost a
quarter- inch of rubber, holding her head and neck practically rigid.
Finally, laces were threaded into the dozens of small d-rings on either
side of the zipper, and he began pulling. The built-in corset had been
tailored to Flora’s smaller figure, and he stopped for long breaks
several times, using the opportunity to check on his other two
prisoners. Slowly, Mandy’s waist adjusted to it’s new shape. As each
lacing session brought the suit tighter and tighter around Mandy’s
torso, it forced her body into an improbable, yet very exotic-looking
hourglass shape.
He laughed to hear her grunts and wheezes, interspersed with moans of
pleasure as the compression of her body excited her. When the lacing
was complete, he wrapped a measuring tape around her waist.
“Incredible!” he proclaimed softly, “barely twenty-two inches, over the
outside, that would be about twenty one under the suit.”
Despite the radical cut of the corset her hips and bust were at their
normal size, of course, roughly 38 inches. For anyone else, this might
have been impossible. Only Mandy’s routine corseting allowed him to
accomplish the drastic reduction. She writhed on the bed now, her
breath coming in shallower gasps. Mr. Dodds allowed her to suffer for
a moment, then removed the rebreathing bag from her helmet, knowing
that she would be inhaling far less air with her ribcage compressed.
He looked around the room.
“You know, I really can’t fault your taste in furniture,” he
commented. He was tying pulleys to the heavy top rails of her French
provincial bed.
He smiled to himself, knowing she couldn’t hear him very well inside
the two thick rubber helmets.
“These frames make one wonder,” he continued, “whether the whole French
nation was kinky. They’re ideal for people like us.” He was clipping
the puley ropes to the rings at the sides of her suit. When they were
all secure, he released the straps at her ankles and wrists and started
hauling on the ropes, one by one. Mandy moaned in fright after a few
tugs, probably because she hadn’t figured out yet what was being done
to her. As each rope began to take part of her weight, he would tie it
off, moving to the next, repeating the process until she was suspended
upside down over the mattress. Then he reattached the straps to the
rings on the feet, mittens, and helmet of the suit, and stretched each
one tightly to the corners of the canopy frame. Next, he fastened
additional straps to the many d-rings on the sides of the limbs and
…End of the part54. To be continued..