heavy pot, and setting this aside, he again checked her vital signs.
Apparently satisfied, he opened the pot and removed a roll of wet
plaster bandage. He carefully applied it to her unconscious body,
forming a plaster cast. Roll after roll, the cast moved up from her
feet toward her head, covering her in a smooth, warm, and thick layer,
surrounding even the individual fingers, which he splayed wide upon the
board. When she was encased up to her neck in a rapidly hardening
total body cast, he cleaned up his mess and carried it down the hall,
to a guest room. When he returned, he pulled from one of his cases a
heavy leather helmet equipped with a large, stuffed leather gag, and
put it on her head.
When it was tightly laced, and he was certain she was breathing easily,
he locked the door, pocketed the key, and went downstairs.
When Mandy awoke, she lay still a moment, wondering what had happened
to her. I remember that salesman, she thought, and then… nothing.
His face had seemed strangely familiar…
About this time, she realized that she couldn’t move. In fact, she was
held so rigidly immobile, that for a moment, she couldn’t imagine how
it had been done. Oh, NO! she thought. It’s Dodds, it must be! I
should have known I was overdue for one of his visits, why didn’t I
recognize him? And just when I was really starting to have fun with
Jason.
…what in the world has he got me in, a block of cement?
Although she would have vehemently denied it to almost anyone else,
Mandy was not one hundred percent dominant. When she had lived with
Mr. Dodds, she had spent many happy, sweaty hours in bondage. With
women, she tended to be dominant. With a very few men, she felt
submissive.
Maybe that’s why I’ve been going easy on Jason, she thought.
Damnation! What HAS he got me in- a body cast? She tried to wriggle a
bit, just to test the limits of her bondage, but found it quite
impossible. Every inch of her body was enveloped in something hard and
inflexible, except her head. She realized from the strong smell of
leather that her head was laced into one of his hand-tooled bondage
helmets.
It fit her head as if it had been made from her measurements, (it had)
and the high, curved collar allowed very little movement. She tasted
the leather gag filling her mouth, and felt her nipples grow stiff.
She grinned to herself within the helmet. Damn! she thought, betrayed
by my own body.
After what seemed a very long time, Mandy jerked awake, not realizing
she had fallen asleep again. Someone was making noise in the room. A
soft voice she now recognized as Mr. Dodds’ said, “Well, my dear, how
do you like my handy-work? Yes, yes, I know, I’ll remove the gag in a
moment. Let me just get my things ready.”
A minute later, she felt him undo the lacing at the back, and shortly
she was blinking at the bright overhead light. It took her a few
moments to work the stiffness out of her mouth and jaw.
“I see you let me stay in my own room, at least,” she offered.
“Yes, well, don’t worry,” Dodds replied, “you folks won’t be staying up
here long. I have great plans for you all.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“Why, Mandy! You sound petulant, almost as if you aren’t glad to see
me. And after we had such fun together on my last visit. Don’t you
remember?”
Mandy certainly did remember, and remembering, her nipples grew hard
…End of the part51. To be continued..
