The days went by and we established a routine involving the bondage cast. Dru wanted to wear the hobble during the day, even though I told her she didn't have to. She actually liked being in this much bondage and not being able to sit. She could however, lie down on the bed, and I discovered that she often lay down on her stomach in the afternoon, or to rest her legs after she had stood too long. When I came home she would have me remove the hobble part of the cast, and we would go out for a jog before it got dark. She had made herself a really neat jogging suit that had a sweatshirt-like top with wide sleeve holes and shorts built into a sort of jumper. She had sewn a seam up the front and back of her arms, between the elbow and the armpits, so that it looked like normal arms. It had a zipper up the back, again so that she could not get in or out without her “master's” help. It was funny to watch her jog, as her arms pumped up and down at the elbow instead of forward and backwards from the shoulders. After our run, I would release her from the suit and give her a sponge bath, and one day when this was done, she led me into bed. Sex with this casted woman was different than anything I had experienced before. Without her hobble, she was fully accessible, but her breasts were 2/3 covered with the cast. Her hands could touch me if I knelt over her, but not if I lay on top of her cast. Then she could only give me a half hug. We managed to do it, quite successfully, and I concluded that further experimentation would present other possible ways of having fun.
Finally about two weeks later she told me she would like to come out of the cast. “That is, if it OK with you, master!” She laughed then, and I knew she was joking with me. She said she wanted to keep the cast if she could, as she was sure she could reuse it at some time, and then her custom clothing would be able to be used again. I got out my multi-tool that has a vibrating blade, and cut down both sides on the cast, bypassing the arm restraints. I lifted the cast off from the bottom, and slid her arms out of their sleeves. Now she was lying in the back half of the cast and I could see her beautiful naked body. Wow! Did she ever have a nice figure. Even though the cast had been tight, her stomach did not expand significantly when the compression was removed. She really did have an hourglass shaped waist. She tried to get up, but stopped right away. “Ow!' she said, “That hurts!” “I know what to do.” I said. “Let's put the front back on, tape you back together, move to the bed and then take it off again.” That's what we did, and now she could wiggle and slither around in the bed to limber up. Her shoulders really hurt when she moved her arms away from her body, but slowly she managed to loosen up. She had been nearly two months in this bondage cast, and it would take a day or two at least to get mobile again.
On the evening of the second cast free day, she got up and walked to her room. She wiggled her finger for me to follow, and we had a session of unencumbered love making. Afterwards, I ran a bubble bath for her and helped her into the tub. After the tub she wanted me to lace her into her corset for bed. I didn't know what to do, but she walked me through it. She wrapped it around herself and hooked up the front. I had to do the part below where she could reach, but then she started to pull the main laces. “I'm only going to hand lace it tonight, but tomorrow I want you to wrench me tight. She pulled the body laces tight and tied them off. She had me do the same with the lower set of laces, and she was now hobbled again. I stood up and looked at her standing there in only her corset. The black leather with its fabulous shape and her long black hair was absolutely stunning. The corset had steel boning from the hips up to the top, and I thought how similar it was to the cast she had recently worn. The lower part was not boned, but was a heavier leather and did the same thing without the need for steel. She asked me to get her nightie out of the bottom drawer as she could no longer bend down there without the risk of falling over. I helped her slip it on and she looked lovely. I assisted her into bed and soon she was asleep.
In the morning she asked me to tighten her up. She measured her waist and it was indeed 18 inches with just hand tightening. She lay on her stomach on the bed, while I placed the bolts into the eyelets and tightened them by my fingers. She then got up and held the top of the door. “Tighten every other one going down and then coming back up with the others. Then go again. I followed her instructions and completed one tightening. She measured her waist, 16 ½ inches. “OK, I think you can do the same again. I lost weight in the cast, and have almost no fat on my belly, so I think I can go to 15.” I obliged and could now feel more pressure in the bolts as I tightened them. She measured again, 15 inches. “Good enough for today, now tighten the laces as tight as you can and tie it off, then the bolts can be taken off.” “Now, before you go to work, there is one more thing. Can you loosen the lower laces?” She unhooked the front that covered her legs, folded the leather up, and went to the bathroom, and then came back and re-hooked it. I then retightened her legs, and she wanted it as tight as I could make it. She could not shift her thighs at all. I am afraid I really don't understand this girl. “Have a good day at work, master!” she said, as she babystepped into the kitchen. That evening I asked her if she wanted me to loosen her corset, but she wanted it tighter instead, as she said it was too loose. Back to the mechanical advantage and another session with the socket wrench. When I was done she was breathing quite shallowly, but said she would be fine. She was now 14 inches around, and I could meet my fingers when I put them around her waist.
Dru wanted to wear the corset while we ordered some casting supplies. By the time they arrived we would be ready for the next cast. We had stopped the tightening at 14 inches, and she was now breathing easily at that size. She wanted me to put her in a corset cast, and hoped this tight lacing had shrunk her waist enough to let the cast come in at no more than 16 inches. About a week later the supplies were all in place, and on the Saturday morning we took off the leather corset and then immediately started casting. The stockinette and padding were put in place, and Dru held on to top of the door while I wrapped her in pale blue fiberglass as tightly as I could. I stood back and admired my handiwork. It was the first time I had put a body cast on anyone, although I had put a former girlfriend into a long leg cast to go as an accident victim to a Hallowe'en party. Dru pulled the tape measure around her waist and said, “Well done, 16 inches. We set to work tidying up the casting supplies and Dru put her corset away in the drawer. She would not need it for a while. Now that she had achieved her goal and was properly casted, we talked about what kind of bondage game we would play next. She said she wanted short arm casts on both arms. She had it all planned. I stopped what I was doing and took out what I had put away. I then put each of her arms into a short cast. I wasn't sure what she was planning, but I decided to play the game.
Once the casts were dry, she went to the same drawer as her corset, and brought out a bag of hardware. In the bag were assorted lengths of the smooth kind of chain that dog's choke collars are made of. “How much movement do you want me to have in my arms, Master? Not much I hope!” she said. “You choose!” I replied, and she took out two lengths each about a foot long. She then took out a belt that fit around her tiny waist. I could see it had a D ring built into it at each side, and realized that her intention was to attach her arms to these chains. The belt had a special buckle that had a cover that locked shut over it. Once in place, she would not be able to remove it without the key. Similar cuffs fit over the cast on her wrists, and the chains would be attached with small chain links that could be tightened with a wrench. Once again, Dru would not be able to reach her mouth, or face. She went to her closet and brought out a dress. It had a peasant style neckline that showed off her great cleavage and went down to just above her knees. The puffy sleeves made no attempt to cover the casts, but I noticed that there were hemmed holes at the waist that made the D rings accessible. I set to work with the chain and links and tightened everything up. “Thank you! Now I'm ready for the next month.” Dru said to me with a sly smile.
Every night I would unlock her wrists so she could remove her dress, and then relock them. At night she always wanted just one chain link so that her arms were held tight to her casted sides. This seemed to me to be very awkward, but she always slept on her stomach and her hands were out of the way. I always kissed her good night and covered her over, as she couldn't do that for herself. In the morning I would unlock her again and help her dress and relock her with whatever length of chain she chose. The longest were about sixteen inches, but the six inch pieces seemed to be her fave, as they had the most restriction for daytime. We fit in sex whenever we wanted to, but always with her chains attached. The only times we went out with this bondage arrangement, she wore a blouse that she had made that had long loose ruffled sleeves. She wore a skirt on the bottom and had her hands bound tight to her waist so at a casual glance nobody could tell, the ruffles covering the casts and cuffs. She played this bondage game for almost a month, and then it was time for something new.
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