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THE RUNWAY PART 1

The Runway Part 1 linemstr@aol.com


Ellen is here, but she really has no idea where "here" is.  she 

is in some sort of building and is bound, hooded, and gagged.  

she is nearly naked under a very short cape that barely covers 

her ass.  It is buttoned only at the neck in front, and she can 

feel it open slightly when she walks, exposing her bare cunt!  

her Master likes her to keep her pussy completely shaved.  she is 

wearing only black heels,the cape, hood, handcuffs, and a collar.  

her Master / Husband is leading her by a leash through the 

building.  she has no idea whether she is being watched as her 

cunt flashes from beneath the fluttering cape. 

 

She is no stranger to bondage, but she and her Master had never 

tried it with other people or out of the confines of their home.  

They had discussed both possibilities, but ellen knew her Master 

would do as He wished.  she has entrusted herself in bondage 

totally to Him since early in their marriage.  she trusts Him to 

not do anything which would actually cause her harm, or endanger 

their careers.   

 

She sensed, somehow, that today was not to be their usual bondage 

scene.  her Master came home and ordered her to strip to her 

black heels!  ellen was soon naked except for the heels.  her 

hands were handcuffed behind her and a collar was applied with 

the leash attached.  her pussy tingled!!  However, it was the 

short, revealing cape that took her by surprise.  He had never 

even partially covered her before during their bondage sessions.  

she knew something was different!  Master covered her head with a 

hood and penis gag!  ellen could not hear, see, or speak.  she 

could only feel the cool air against her bald, excitedly swollen  

clit as she walked. Then, without warning, He led her out to the 

garage and into the van.  This was to be a first!! 

 

Now, after about an hour's drive, Master was leading her through 

a building.  He took her into a room and closed the door.  she 

sensed that they were alone.   

 

"Ellen, tonight is very special.  you are to be the model for a 

line of bondage clothes and special equipment.  The room is full 

of out-of-town buyers, and the sponsors are the local bondage 

club which we have discussed joining.  If you do well tonight, we 

will be admitted as members.  If you are difficult, I will deal 

with you in My own special way during the show.  If we fail to 

gain admittance, I will deal with you in a very unpleasant 

fashion when we get home.  The room has a runway, just like a 

fashion show.  At the end of the runway is a sort of "cul-de-sac" 

on which you may be turned for full display.  I will dress you 

and arrange the equipment.  I will lead you if you can't see.  If 

you can't walk, the equipment will be moveable.  I will always be 

there.  When you are not gagged, you will not speak or ask any 

questions.  You may scream if you need to when the time comes.  

It is now time for your first outfit."  

 

Ellen felt the cape come off, and was starkly aware of her 

nakedness and vulnerability.  Although she felt sure they were 

alone, she had no way of knowing when someone would enter the 

room, or who it would be.  The tingle in her pussy increased!  

her Master began to dress her. 

 

The room lights dimmed and the audience awaited ellen's 

emergence.  As ellen was led out of the dressing room, she could 

hear the muffled applause get louder as they approached the 

entrance to the runway.  The curtains parted slightly, and the 

audience was presented with a well-tanned slave with long blonde 

hair dressed totally in white leather--a leather hood, single arm 

sleeve behind, bra, garter, thong panty, collar, and high-heeled 

thigh boots.  ellen felt embarrassed.  Although all her private 

parts were covered, she was aware of the stunning picture she 

presented.  He had to remove her original hood during the 

dressing session, and she had seen the outfit before He had 

covered her head again with the new white hood and gag.  she was 

covered, but just barely!  ellen knew how dazzling she looked!  

 

Ellen followed her Master onto the runway to the applause of the 

onlookers.  Because she was blindfolded, ellen walked slowly and 

deliberately as she was led, being careful not to veer to the 

right or left.  her Master had instructed her to struggle a 

little, just to demonstrate the security of her bindings.  her 

feeble attempts to escape her bonds drew a fever-pitched approval 

from her audience.  ellen began to like the runway and the 

approval her new role was bringing.  All too soon it was over.  

Time for her next outfit.     

 

The members of the audience applauded their approval as ellen 

again emerged into the spotlight.  ellen wore her original black 

hood, and her outfit was matching black.  The top was a stretch  

short black halter top.  The skirt came down to about half way to 

her knees in front, and was comprised of a mere three horizontal 

straps in back, leaving her ass and the backs of her legs totally 

bare!  her hands were handcuffed behind, and were drawn up and 

attached to the back of her collar.  she wore her black heels.  

This time, her Master had changed the hood before dressing her so 

she could not see the outfit.  ellen was totally humiliated by 

the presentation of her bare ass to anyone but Master, certainly 

to an unseen audience of stranger!    

 

As they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master say, 

"You will notice the special provisions of this garment.  The 

skirt covers the front nicely, but leaves the ass totally exposed 

for fondling or for punishment."  As He spoke, He slowly turned 

her around to exhibit the features of the skirt to the audience, 

running His hands over the smooth, tight twin globes of her ass.  

Suddenly, she felt a harsh slap on each ass cheek.  she let go a 

muffled yelp into her gag, and struggled in her bonds.  she felt 

His finger probe between her ass cheeks and slide over her 

protruding pussy which she realized was peeking out behind from 

between her ass cheeks.  Knowing the strangers could get a 

glimpse of her bald pussy from behind both renewed her 

embarrassment, and made her pussy moist with excitement!  "But 

now, ladies and gentlemen, the special feature!"   

 

Ellen felt His fingers at her breasts.  What ellen didn't know 

was that the halter top had a special fitting.  The cones 

covering her breasts were snapped on!  Suddenly, with one deft 

motion, the cones covering her tits were ripped off, and her 

magnificent breasts were on full display as an accompaniment to 

her bare ass and peering pussy!  The audience noted immediately 

that ellen had no tan lines.  Master tormented ellen's tits with 

his fingertips, slowly circling and grazing across the 

dollar-sized, pale pink nipples.  her breathing quickened as she 

felt Him sucking on her tits, and her aroused state was not lost 

on her audience.  she could only "mew" into the gag and squirm 

uselessly.  ellen tried to double over to cover her tits, but 

realized that her pussy was only more prominent in that position.  

she finally resigned herself to standing proud and tall, and 

allowed her Master to make her respond as He wished.  her pussy 

was throbbing with excitement!  her Master led her SLOWLY back 

down the runway to the approving applause of the buyers.  It was 

time for ellen's next outfit.   

 

On the way back to the dressing room, Master told ellen, "Trying 

to cover your exposed tits has earned you a punishment.  It will 

be given during the show.  Any other punishments you earn will 

also be given during the show.  Be careful, sweet slave!" 

 

Ellen really didn't want to go on stage this time.  she wore the 

same collar, heels, black hood, and handcuffs drawn up behind.  

she never saw the outfit, but ellen could feel the cold steel of 

the chains.  Interestingly enough, the audience loved the outfit.  

This time, ellen was presented dressed in a black leather- 

and-chain halter and panty thong.  her breasts were basically 

bare, covered only by five strips of chain hung between the 

leather strips.  The leather panty covered her pussy, but five 

strips of chain covered the sides of her thighs and her ass in 

back.  The leather panty thong consisted of a leather belt, side 

and rear chains, and the panty thong.  Again, it was what she 

couldn't know about the outfit that counted most.  The leather 

panty was snapped on with three snaps--one at each upper corner 

of the panty in front, and one at the top of the thong in back.  

she was aware of how her tits bounced as she walked.  They were 

large, but not pendulous, and her large, pink, dollar-sized 

areola added the touch of magnificence which caused most men to 

drool.  The cold strands of chain caused ellen's nipples to stand 

at attention and protrude between the chain strips as if they 

consciously wanted to intensify the seductive picture she 

presented.   

 

When they reached the end of the runway, she heard her Master 

explain to the audience, "This outfit also has its advantages.  

You will notice that the panty thong has snaps much like the bra 

part of the halter top of the previous outfit.  This is for 

obvious reasons!" 

 

ellen realized at once what her Master intended to do!  Without 

thinking, she attempted to turn away, but her Master grabbed her 

arms and held her fast.   

 

He whispered in her ear, "That is a second punishment.  I will 

display you any way I see fit!"    With that, He unceremoniously 

grasped the top of the thong in back and unsnapped it, rapidly 

whisked the thong through her legs, and yanked the snaps loose in 

front.  The panty was gone in a flash, and ellen felt the cool 

air of the open room rush around her bald pussy.  The room became 

hushed, and then broke out in a loud applause and cheers as the 

entire audience had a clear, unobstructed frontal view of her 

shaved-bare cunt.  she tried vainly to close her legs, but was 

forced to separate them slightly to keep her balance as she was 

led back down the runway.  The indignity she felt was crushing!   

 

"The next section of the program will be equipment demonstration 

time!" ellen heard her Master announce.  she shuddered as she 

tried to imagine what might be next after this display!   

 

When ellen again appeared, she was stark naked!  The hood was 

removed so her ability to see the myriad of gazing faces and eyes 

would add to her indignity.  she noticed her Master was dressed 

only in a leather thong and sandals, and looked magnificent.  "He 

does have a good body!" ellen thought, as she momentarily fixed 

on his butt as he walked ahead of her leading her down the 

runway.  her thoughts quickly returned to her own predicament.  

In addition to her total nudity, ellen was gagged, and her hands 

were held wide apart by a steel bar which was attached to her 

collar.  Cuffs at each end held her arms fast.  she was wheeled 

out because she could not walk.  her feet were immobilized by a 

simple platform of wood with another platform about six inches 

higher with ankle holes cut out.  This higher platform was split 

with the back section hinged on one side allowing it to swing 

back and forth.  It was locked in place around ellen's ankles.  

The device was very simple, but very effective.  ellen could not 

move effectively to cover her tits or her bald pussy.  The 

assembled spectators had a clear and unobstructed view right up 

her wet, gaping cunt.  The stock had wheels, and the Master 

pulled it down the runway by an attached chain and stopped at the 

end.  He was carrying an ominous looking canvas bag. 

 

Master began, "You will notice the position is ample for complete 

access for torment.  I will demonstrate some rather uncomfortable 

devices for effect to show the inability of the slave to prevent 

implementation of your every whim." 

 

ellen's eyes widened with horror as her Master reached into the 

bag and pulled out a set of shiny nipple clamps.  she twisted and 

squirmed in vain as He sucked each nipple and applied the clamps 

in turn.  The clamps were adjustable, and He had adjusted them 

TIGHT.  ellen muffled a scream into her gag with each 

application.  The clamps were attached with a small chain to 

which Master began to attach small lead weights.  ellen mewed 

more or less constantly into her gag with each added weight, and 

began to bend over slightly as the weights mounted.  After the 

addition of ten or twelve weights, ellen's breasts were pointing 

straight downward, and had taken the shape more of twin cones 

stretched to the limits.  ellen was panting with pain.  she was 

thankful for small relief as Master palmed the weights in his 

hand, temporarily relieving the strain on her tormented tits.  He 

lifted the weights up about two inches, and then dropped them! 

The clamps held!  ellen screamed silently into the gag and 

quickly bent over as the full force of the falling weights hit 

her nipples!  her eyes widened anew, and she shook her head 

violently, pleadingly, as He slowly lifted the weights again--to 

an even higher height!  This time the weights fell about six 

inches!  Again the clamps held!  Again ellen bent quickly in an 

effort to prevent the sharp pain in her nipples as they felt the 

full force of the falling weights!  Again she struggled violently 

against her bonds--uselessly!  The audience applauded and 

cheered.   

 

"Now, we have some added torment,"  Master continued.  "I don't 

think breast torture alone will entice our slave to test the 

bonds to the limit." 

 

Bent over as she was due to the weights on her tits, ellen 

watched with renewed panic as Master again reached into the bag.  

He pulled out a rather weird device, but ellen quickly noticed 

the two large clamps and the attached steel "T"-shaped 

attachment.  Master lubricated the "T" and began to insert the 

shaft up ellen's wet cunt.  The cross piece rested clit to 

asshole down her slit as the dildo penetrated her to the maximum.  

There was a screw device attached to the now-inverted "T" which 

went into the base of the dildo and up inside it.  A fixed ring 

was near the wooden handle of the screw.  Master then attached 

the large clips to each of ellen's labia, bringing new protests, 

pleadings, and struggles from the slave.  The chains attached to 

the labia clamps were attached to the fixed ring.  As Master 

began to slowly turn the screw handle, the chains attached to the 

clamps began to pull down, as the dildo was pushed further inside 

ellen, and the cross bar was forced further into her wet slit!  

ellen watched with terror as Master continued to slowly turn the 

screw, increasing the pain and pressure in her labia, cunt, and 

slit.  Then He stopped.  

 

"I'm going to give you a choice.  Do you want me to stop turning 

the screw?" 

 

ellen nodded vigorously. 

 

"Then we have to replace it with another torment.  Should I lift 

and drop the weights?" 

 

ellen shook her head equally energetically. 

 

"Should I swing the weights?" 

 

ellen again shook her head. 

 

"I have to do something to convince the buyers that you can't 

escape these bonds.  I guess I'm just going to have to switch off 

and do all three." 

 

ellen shook her head violently and struggled fiercely, but to no 

avail.  Master lifted the weights a full foot, and dropped them.  

The pain was unbearable!  But ellen had no choice to bear it.  

Just as the pain was subsiding, Master twisted the screw another 

two turns and reached up and swatted the weights.  Twin peaks of 

pain!!   

 

Then He was gone!  ellen heard something behind her and then it 

hit!  Master swatted her bent ass with a paddle!  First one side 

and then the other in swift succession.  The spanking caused her 

ass to blaze, but the motion it created heightened the pain in 

her cunt, and the swinging motion of the weights on her tit 

clamps elevated the pain in her nipples beyond tolerance.  The 

ferocity of her struggles were indeed convincing that the bonds 

could not be broken.  The spankings continued for what seemed an 

eternity, but was really only a few minutes.  ellen was held 

fast, and had no choice but to endure her Master's torment.  Then 

it ceased, and the stock and its captive were slowly wheeled back 

down the runway and behind the entrance.  The audience applauded 

and cheered wildly as ellen slowly disappeared into the alcove. 

 

ellen emerged into the spotlight bound standing in a metal frame.  

The frame was wheeled down the runway to the end.  she was still 

stark naked.  her gag was removed, and she could hear, see, and 

speak.  However, she had been sternly commanded not to speak.  

she could scream.  her arms were bound widely separated overhead 

to the frame, and her right foot was bound to the platform on 

which the frame was attached.  her left foot had an ankle cuff 

and chain attached, but the other end of the chain, and her 

ankle, were free. 

 

"You will note the simplicity of this frame, ladies and 

gentlemen.  It is useful for complete exposure of your slave for 

punishment or humiliation.  Allow me to demonstrate.  Suddenly, 

ellen knew why only one foot was chained to the platform!  Master 

raised the left foot up and attached it by its short chain next 

to her bound left wrist over her head!!  her bald pussy was 

gaping right out to the audience!!  Because she was a dancer, she 

was very limber, and Master knew it was not difficult for her to 

assume some very stressed positions for long periods. 

 

"See what I mean by complete exposure?  You can also bind your 

slave upside-down to this frame in much the same manner.  her 

tits are completely available for torment, and her pussy is 

totally exposed to whomever or whatever you may desire.  Allow me 

to demonstrate.  We saw our slave react to clamps and whipping.  

she is also very ticklish."  

 

ellen's eyes widened!  "NNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!  PLLLEEAAASSSEEEE, NOT 

THAT!!  DON'T TICKLE ME!  NOT HERE!  YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO 

ME!!!" 

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, I must apologize for the impertinence of 

our slave.  she has now earned a third punishment for 

transgressions tonight.  The previous session with the clamps and 

spanking was number one.  This tickling session, and what will 

accompany it, will be  punishment number two.  It would have been 

the last punishment, but now there will be at least a third, 

depending on whether or not our slave has learned respect for her 

Master's desires.  Now, for tickling, I always use only my 

fingertips.  It seems to be much more effective than feathers, 

and I can judge the pressure better."   

 

ellen could only tremble at what was about to happen.  Tickling 

was bad enough, but what did Master mean about 'what was to 

accompany it?' her eyes widened and her breathing quickened as 

Master started at her elbows, slowly working His way toward each 

armpit, making quick small circles with His fingertips.  ellen 

began to giggle and struggle as His fingers approached her  

armpits.  ellen could not contain herself any longer.  She began 

to shriek with uncontrollable laughter! 

 

"AAAEEEKEEKKKEEEEEAAAAIIIIEIEEEE!!!" 




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