Swapping
by Dirk Dirker



I'

“Are you kidding me? You can’t seriously be asking me to do something
like that! Do you know what will happen to me if anything goes wrong?” Peter
Folkerts stared in complete disbelief at the woman that was sitting in his hotel
room, smiling at him nonchalantly as if she had foreseen his reaction without a
doubt. Miriam Beckmann – investigative journalist – was only twenty-three years old,
but she already was one of the best of her kind. She was intelligent, young and
energetic. She was compassionate and filled with a joyful sort of righteous anger
that drove her to work harder than any of her colleagues.

And Miriam was beautiful: Slim and sporty, with sparkling green eyes and curly brown
hair and fair, freckled skin. Looking at her made you think of sunny autumn days and
apple wine drank in front of an old-fashioned stove arm in arm. Concerning arms:
Hers were slender and still quite trained, she had delicate fingers, her nails cut
practically short. ‘Practical’ was a term that described Miriam very well all across
the field - her blue jeans, the simple brown pullover, her white Nike’s, the thick
ponytail which she had knotted her hair into – all that transported the message that
you were looking at a girl who exactly knew what she wanted and went directly at it,
using the straightway, not giving a shit about any detours other people took.

Peter loved her, although she probably wasn’t aware of that. Or was she? With Miriam
you could never be completely sure about anything. He had fallen in love with her
when they had been on their first job together, two years ago. Peter as
photographer, Miriam as writer/head of the operation. They had discovered that a
local politician enjoyed beating up prostitutes, and man had they had fun when they
informed the whole country about that little detail from his private life. They guy
had gone down hard, the story had been all over the news. And Miriam had become a
rising star in her profession.

Since then she had hired Peter every time she went after a new story that might turn
out to be a little dangerous, a little scary or odd. She knew she could rely on him.
And this made him a bit sour. He hated to be ‘the reliable guy’. Those guys never
got a chance with the cool girls. But at least he knew Miriam better than any other
man could claim to – she was a committed single due to the fact that she felt no man
to be interesting enough for a lasting relationship.

“It is not as dangerous as it sounds”, Miriam said now, still that nonchalant smile
on her pretty lips, her voice full with a soothing tone. She brushed a strand of
hair from her smooth forehead and Peter once more asked himself if she really was
not aware of the effect that gesture had on him. “I have been collecting information
about those guys for months. They have a professional operation running Peter, more
or less a secret society, and they are up to no good. Women disappear. Strange
rumors show up instead. It’s not easy to collect hard evidence about what they are
doing, and I need your help.”

Miriam’s´ eyes were glowing with curiosity. Peter had seen that gaze before, and he
had asked himself more than once if she was some kind of addict – a danger-addict, a
weirdness-addict, maybe an information-addict. The answer was of course ‘yes’ – she
originated from a wealthy family and should have become a successful lawyer or maybe
a celebrated surgeon, but surely not an investigator who regularly delved into the
dark corners of the human mind. Had she not been gifted with that encompassing
curiosity, she would never have chosen this career. Her hunger for knowledge – even
about the most deprived things humans could do or create – was part of what he loved
so much about her.

But still, her addiction to the weird and scary sometimes frightened him. It was
often without boundaries and tended to let Miriam forget that life could be pretty
dangerous if you got too close to it. While he had been thinking she had leaned
forwards in her chair, looking straight into Peters eyes, as if she tried to
hypnotize him. And he felt that she kind of succeeded, at least partially, in it
“Their next meeting is tonight, Peter. Tonight. I know where it takes place. I have
an invitation; I got it through one of my contacts. But it is an invitation card for
a guy, see? Those people don’t even invite women to their little club meetings, and
sadly enough…” Miriam gestured at herself with some anger and a lot of irony. “…
sadly enough I am visibly female!” “Yeah, that’s a shame.” Peter smiled, a little
helplessly. They were both of the same age, so why the hell did he always feel so
young when she talked him into one of her freaky adventures? “See Miriam, I’d really
like to help, okay? It does sound like a big story, no question about that. But …”
He gestured at the stuff that was lying on the bed. “… I really don’t know. You want
me to put you into that? It looks as if it’s been taken from a movie with R-rating.”

Most of the equipment on the bed was made from leather, some other items consisted
of black rubber or latex. There were straps and laces, something like a cat suit, a
corset – and pieces of equipment Peter had never even seen before in his life. He
could only guess what their purpose might be. “Well, it’s going to be an evening
with R-rating, no question.” Miriam chuckled a little silly, and Peter noticed how
flushed her cheeks were. “You are nervous yourself!”, he yelled, pointing a finger
at her. “I can see it, okay? And if you get nervous, the shit is about to hit the
fan!” She shook her head. That smile still did not leave her lips. “I am nervous
because I am going to be the bimbo who’s being tied up and masked. So it’s a natural
reaction I guess, ‘cause I enjoy being able to move my arms and use my hands, you
know? Call me silly, but I like to be not in bondage. You on the other hand don’t
have to be nervous at all, since you’ll be my…” She hesitated for a moment. “… well,
my owner.”

II

Now Peters cheeks flushed as well. “Your owner… that’s a bit over the top, don’t
you think? I would be completely contempt if we could just have a civilized drink or
go out once”, he mumbled. “Why is the whole thing so important to you, Miriam? Is it
worth the risk?” “Well.” She got up from her chair and walked over to the equipment
on the bed, taking a single leather strap into her hand. “It is important to me,
because I want to nail those guys. They maybe kidnap women or something, they must
be stopped. And”, she added a little slyly, “who knows if one of their members turns
out to be a celebrity? They are quite an exclusive society, most of them must be
stinking rich, and that’s always interesting.” She shrugged. “Concerning the risk:

It’s not as big as you think, just like I already told you. You prop me up. A suit
for you is in the cabinet over there, it should fit you perfectly. We use the exit
at the back of this shabby motel. I have a limo waiting there and the driver won’t
ask any questions. We get into the limo, drive to the place, you use one of your
micro-cameras to make some nice shots. I collect as much information as I can get
and we leave. I write the story, you provide your pictures. Mission accomplished.”

They just looked at each other for a moment. Peter really didn’t know what to say
until Miriam jingled the small strap around playfully. “All you have to do”, she
added a little sarcastically, “is stay cool and somewhere inside yourself find the
guts to tie me up properly.” She was amused. Nervous, but still also very amused.
“Guys dig that, don’t they? Tying up pretty women?” “Well, some of us…” Peter
started. But Miriam had already taken the cat suit into her hands and made her way
to the bathroom. “No more discussion about this. I need your help and you are not
going to let me down – understood? I’ll just have to get into this first…” Since she
did not completely close the door, Peter could see her shadow move through the
doorframe. Miriam took the shoes and socks from her feet and after that got out of
her pants. Pulled the pullover over her head and threw it aside, took off her
underwear… He raised his face, looking up to the ceiling, asking himself what he had
gotten himself into. In the bathroom, he could hear her gasp occasionally while she
worked her body into the catsuit. “Wow is this tight… I’m not even sure it’s real
latex, the stuff feels so weird…” “Miriam, where the hell did you get this stuff
from anyways?” “Another connection. A man who designs stuff like this. It’s
expensive equipment, believe me, not the cheap stuff you can just buy in some sex
shop. We will have to find out how it exactly works.” “Yeah. It looks sturdy.” Peter
cast another glance at the items that were spread out on the bed. “It looks sturdy
because it was designed with the task of restraining people in mind. Well, not
people – women”, she added as she came back from the bathroom. She winked at him in
a humorous way, but he did not see much humor in the situation as a whole.
Miriam was beautiful. He could only stare at her with his mouth agape, forgetting
everything around him. The cat suit covered her body from her ankles to the lower
part of her throat, leaving basically only her feet, her hands and her neck and head
uncovered. It was obviously quite tight – so tight in fact that Miriam appeared to
be naked, just covered by a black, shiny liquid. Peter could see every muscle on her
calves, thighs, belly and arms accentuated. He could see her small, now quite
compressed breasts as well. Even her nipples and the aureoles around them were
visible.

“Yes”, Miriam sighed, and wiped some sweat from her forehead with the back of a
hand. ”I know. It is definitely going to have a large impact on next years’ fashion.
But I tell you it’s tight as hell.” Peter did not have the courage to look at her
crotch directly. But he was quite sure something metallic glittered down there.
“Yeah, there is some device inbuilt there. I have something like a small pad on my …
‘love button’ and there are two very small… dildos down there, for whatever reason
that we are not going to discuss here and now. Or ever. Until the end of time.” She
looked at him in ironic sternness. “I’ll be happy if I get these things out of me as
soon as possible. And as long as I am on that … party that part of the suit will
stay closed, whatever happens later – do we have an agreement?” “We do”, Peter
gulped hard. Even if the dildos were small, he now knew they existed. It was nearly
too much for him, especially since two dildos meant that she had just inserted
something into her pussy and anus in order to get the story of her life. Miriam was
crazy. Here was the hard evidence.

“There’s also a small remote control”, she added. “It’s that thingy over there on
the nightstand, resembling an IPod. But it sure as hell is not designed for playing
the Beatles. I don’t know what it does and I don’t want to have to find out what it
does, so we’ll just forget it. Okay?” Peter nodded. “What do you want me to do
now?”, he asked with a coarse voice. Miriam walked over to him, took the corset from
the bed and handed it to him. It was made of rubber just like most of the other
items were. Still, there appeared to be something else beneath the black material –
metal or plastic maybe, that reinforced the structure. Straps and buckles were
dangling from its open back. A collar, padded on the inside, high and heavy-looking,
was attached to the thing. “This is next. Put it on me.”

The corset felt weird in Peters’ hands, like something from another planet or maybe
another dimension. When Miriam turned around and showed him her back he started to
get quite a surreal feeling about the whole situation. “Put it over my head, place
the collar around my neck, buckle it and then pull the corset tight. I couldn’t do
it myself since I can’t reach all those locks and straps on my back.” Miriam threw
Peter a warning glance. “But don’t buckle it tighter than necessary, okay?” When she
turned again, he could only see the back of her head, her brown-reddish, curly hair
flowing down in that practical, thick ponytail to a point between her latex-covered
shoulder blades. But he just knew that she was smiling again. “I’m a modern girl and
have never worn a corset, and I don’t want to faint or anything like that. Just make
it look real.”

III

He approached her carefully, not completely believing what he was doing. He put
the corset around Miriam’s body, slung the collar around her throat. It was in fact
so broad and high that it would prevent any movements of her head as soon as it was
buckled. He pulled it tight carefully until it started to press itself into her
white skin a little, then closed the three buckles that secured it on the back of
her neck.

“Can you still breathe?” “Yes”, Miriam gulped. “But I can tell you, it feels weird.”
“Werid is a good word to describe you and your plans”, Peter muttered under his
breath. Then he started to fit the corset around her body.

It covered most of Miriams torso except for her breasts and breastbone. Thus, when
he started lacing and strapping the device on her, Miriam’s boobs were pressed
upwards in quite an interesting way. Meanwhile her waist got narrower with every
strap he pulled tight. The material creaked a little as more pressure was put on it.
Peter lost some of his nervousness – it felt interesting to harness a woman like
this. It was kind of pleasing. He found that she indeed looked beautiful in the
outfit, even though it sure as hell was not comfortable for her. He worked his way
upwards, tightening and buckling one strap after another, until Miriam moaned under
her breath and produced a wheezing noise.
“

Hey, I told you to just make it look real, Pete – you are crushing me…!” “I’m
really sorry”, he said and tried to hold back a little smile. It was unusual hearing
discomfort in her voice and he found that the experience was thrilling in a way. “We
are nearly finished with this.” He took the last strap, the one that was far up
between her shoulders, and tightened it as well. The corset creaked a little more
when he pulled the strap to the last notch. He waited for a complaint and was half
ready to use the second or maybe third notch instead, but Miriam didn’t say
anything. So he fastened the strap like that.

She had an extremely narrow waist now, the upper part of her body strangely changed
and moulded by the unforgiving device. And when she turned around, Peter could see
that her breasts were being pushed upwards remarkably, appearing larger and firmer
than ever before. Miriams’ face was red, more beads of sweat on her forehead and
cheeks now. On her lips were only the last remnants of her original sardonic smile.
Most of her irony and humor seemed to have left her. “Is this… really a slack tied
corset? It feels as if you overdid this a little”, she weezed. But Peter shook his
head. He didn’t know why he had tied it so strictly, but he had indeed succumbed to
the impulse to tie the thing as tight as possible and had used the last notch on
every strap. He just felt it to be impossible to inform Miriam about that little
fact.

Instead he said: “I did it so that people will hopefully not see how loose the thing
is on you.” “This is loose?” Miriam seemed to be a bit shocked and turned to the
mirror to check if he was telling the truth, but since she could not move her head
to the sides she wasn’t able to see her back in the reflecting surface. So she gave
up, gulping again. “Okay, if this is in fact a loosely tied corset I’ll try to feel
happy about how comfortable my existence is. Thank you.” She swallowed and seemingly
composed herself a little before pointing to the items on the bed. “I’ll sit down,
you help me to get those shoes on my feet.”

IV

The shoes were high-heeled boots, made from black leather and quite heavy. Miriam
would be forced to walk on the tips of her toes like a ballerina while wearing them
and she would not be able to take them off so easily by herself: There were several
laces and buckles for securing them quite thoroughly on a womans’ feet. Peter took
each of her naked feet with great care into his hands and led them into the boots as
steady-handed as he could. “I’ll tie the laces as firmly as possible – I guess if
you stumble in those things you take the risk of breaking your ankle or something.”
Miriam mumbled a ‘thank you’, but her heart was obviously not in it. When the boots
were on her feet and she got up from the bed again, Peter could see why: her legs
wobbled manically in an attempt to keep balance. “Shitshitshit I never wear high
heels and these are especially mean designed… who does bloody crap like this to
women?” “Do you want me to take them off again?” “No! People would wonder why a
‘slave’ does go in Nikes, wouldn’t they? And the insides are padded, those things at
least support me quite well. I will just have to learn fast how to walk in them if I
don’t want to look like a stork.” “I can just tell people that you are a new slave
or something like that”, Peter proposed. “What comes next?” “Now you tie me up.” The
ironic smile was back with a vengeance, but just for a moment. It seemed, Peter
realized, that Miriam had anticipated him to be shocked or that she had assumed he
would object the idea of tying her. But he did not, and that obviously astonished
Miriam a little. She looked at him with a curious glance as he just took another
item from the bed. “Yes … that’s what we need now. How did you know? It’s called an
armbinder…” “I knew because this looks like it’s … supposed to bind something” Peter
said with a shy smile he hated himself for. “It just seemed to be the right kind of
thing.” “Yeah. It is.” Miriam hesitated for a moment and there was just a little bit
of doubt in her eyes – but after something that might have been a short mental fight
taking place behind her eyes, that doubt was gone. “Pull it over my arms, put the
holding straps around my body.” She turned around and placed her arms on her back,
hands and wrists touching each other.

Peter did as she had told him – he grabbed her wrists and led her warm hands with
their moist palms through the opening at the upper end of the armbinder. With her
help – she gasped a little now and then as she moved – he worked the tight
single-sleeve upwards, covering her forearms and elbows, a moment later even her
upper arms, until the item was set with its upmost part right beneath her armpits.
“And now you have to…” “I get it”, Peter said, nodding. “I have to lace the thing,
right?” Miriam just nodded. So he started at her wrists and buckled a strap around
them, then worked his way upwards again – tightening straps around her forearms and
elbows. At first Miriam obviously controlled herself, but when the rubber started
engulfing her arms tighter and tighter and her forearms were being pressed against
each other, he could hear her breath quicken. She straightened her back as if trying
to get into a more comfortable position, but it obviously didn’t improve things so
much for her. “Oh my god I would not have thought this thing could be so … fucking
tight”, she hissed under her breath. “Are you done?” “Not really”, Peter answered.

“I will at least have to strap your elbows if it’s supposed to look appropriate. “My
elbows? Are you kidding me? I am a flexible girl, but this is a bit too much….!” She
jerked and for a moment tried to pull her arms free, but the bondage was already too
strict for that. Peter saw the muscles of her arms working beneath the material and
felt curiously aroused. He placed a hand on her strapped arms, his other hand on
Miriams shoulder. “Calm down, okay? Calm down, come on – your arms are already kind
of … fused together. Strapping your elbows won’t even make such a big difference.”
Miriam stopped her futile attempts to free her arms and took in a deep breath – as
deep as possible with the tight corset. “And you don’t think this will suffice? I
mean what does it matter if my fucking elbows touch?” “It does matter”, Peter said
honestly. “It’s hard to explain, but … it will look stylish when you are completely
tied. I am doing this for the first time, but I can see why guys like it. Having
your arms tied like that will make you look very helpless and very …” He had to
search for a good work. “… very molded.” Somehow that took the tension away for a
moment. Miriam giggled, obviously in discomfort but still amused. Peter laughed with
her. The situation was too crazy and the laughing comforted both of them. “Molded!
So I’m your piece of clay, yeah? And you say it makes me look good to be tied like
that? I’ll try to take it as a freaky compliment. Show my good will and all that!”

She relaxed remarkably. “Okay, try it, but please don’t dislocate my arms.” “I
won’t”, Peter promised. It felt like a small victory when he grabbed the elbow-strap
and started slowly tightening it. His arousal grew when he pulled it, so that –
slowly, very slowly – Miriam’s elbows were drawn even closer together. “Oh holy
crap…” She moaned and grumbled, again straightened her back as far as possible,
thrusting her breasts outwards even more in order to get into a more comfortable
stance. The rubber creaked louder when Peter pulled with increasing force and the
strap pressed Miriams elbows directly against each other. He buckled it with a quick
move and started slinging the two holding straps around the upper part of her body
as long as she was still speechless, trying to get accustomed to the crushing
position her arms had been forced into. “Oh my god I feel like a package or
something… hey you don’t have to … wait you don’t need to … Peter, stop!”

But he had already crisscrossed the holding straps between her breasts and buckled
them –and at the last notch. Miriam’s arms now were not only severely restrained,
they were also securely pressed against her back without any slack left. If you
looked at her by front you didn’t even sense that she in fact had arms.

There was more sweat on her forehead now. Her cheeks had turned scarlet red and her
eyelids fluttered a bit. She made an almost shy impression which was a weird and
unusual sight. But Peter liked it. He grinned a little. “I don’t like to see that
smile on your face”, Miriam said gloomily. Then she smiled, a little exhausted. “You
have fun doing this, don’t you? You could at least have pulled those holding straps
a little less tight.” “If I have fun… well, some kind of fun, yeah”, he admitted. He
didn’t know why he felt so self-secure now. Or did he? “Well, I can see why some
guys like this. You know?” “I guess I do”, Miriam admitted after a small pause. She
looked curiously at Peter, as if she saw him in a slightly different way by now. “I
can see that it can be sexy to control someone like this. But don’t get too deep
into it, okay? I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but you’ll have to release me again
later.” She smiled sourly, testing again the bondage that held her in its tight
grip. “The sooner the better…. Ouh, you can’t imagine how my arms feel…” “If you
want out soon we better get finished all the sooner”, Peter said with a nod. He took
the last item from the bed with deep fascination: It was a hood, made from latex
like the rest of the outfit. It had eyeholes, but they were covered with transparent
plastic. It also had openings where the wearer’s nostrils would be. Miriam’s mouth,
however, would be completely covered – there was only a small valve on the outside.
“Wow. Now I understand why you said the hood would be the scariest part.”
She watched him study the hood and tried to nod. When she found that her collar
prevented the movement, she produced a slightly frustrated grunt. “Look at the
inside – that’s the really scary part.” He did so and instantly saw what she had
meant: There was a mouthpiece on the inside, a black rubber-thing that was most
likely to be pushed into the wearers mouth. “A gag.” “Yes. The valve on the outside
I guess is for feeding the victim without having to take the gag out of her mouth.”

Miriam tried to smile, but she didn’t really accomplish anything convincing. “I have
been thinking about somehow ripping or cutting the gag out of the mask. People won’t
see if I am really gagged or if I just play a gagged person, right? And I feel
already… controlled enough. I enjoy talking a lot, even if I am supposed to keep my
mouth shut. It would feel really… crappy to have something like that between my
jaws.” Miriam looked at Peter with that uncharacteristic insecurity again. “What do
you think?” He did not have to think about the question, but he still paused for a
moment in order to make her think that he was calculating the risk. “No”, he finally
said. “I think that if we remove the gag we take the risk of someone noticing. Tied
and gagged women are their field of expertise, aren’t they? And if someone realized
you are not appropriately trussed we would be in deep trouble. So I think that you
should be properly gagged when we attend that meeting.” “Okay … the gag it is then.”
Miriam didn’t seem to be completely persuaded. Maybe she saw a hint of how thrilling
he found the idea to gag her in Peters’ face. A hint of how much he wanted to put
the complete, undamaged hood over her head.

When he approached her with the hood in his hands she took a step backwards. “Wait!
Wait, okay? Can I … Peter, can I trust you?” “Of course you can”, was his answer. He
didn’t know for sure though, felt like a man flying on autopilot. He looked into her
eyes with remarkable calm as he held the hood above Miriam’s head. “You just look
great in this, you know? It’s sick, but it’s also kind of … weirdly kinky or
something. Don’t be scared, I’ll take care of you.” She seemed to want to answer
him, but he already pulled the hood over her head, and there was only a scared moan
that came out of her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered, some panic showing on her face,
but Peter already drew the hood further downwards, covered her eyes, then her nose
and mouth.

The hood looked still awkward on her – it bulged where it was obviously supposed to
press tightly against her skin. Peter concluded the reason had to be that the gag
was not yet in her mouth, and he put a hand to the lower part of her now covered
face and started pushing. As he did that, Miriam started jerking, her arms straining
in the tight bondage. A wheezing noise escaped her as she fought against him. He
could feel that she held her teeth clenched shut to prevent him from getting the gag
inside her mouth. She obviously was not prepared to be gagged right now, and she
tried to send him that message with all possible effort. But really telling him that
she wanted him to stop would only be possible if she opened her mouth, and she
obviously did not want to do that. It was a classic dilemma for her – Miriam’s eyes
were wide opened behind the plastic lenses that covered them. “Nrgh…. Pffffgh!”
Peter could have stopped of course, but he was in a rush. He did not want to stop
anymore. So he just pretended to not get what she was trying to tell him. He slung
one arm around her compressed, slender body, pushed her backwards until she met the
wall and kept increasing his pressure on the part of the hood where the gag was.
“Can’t you get it inside? It didn’t look that big. Wait… wait Miriam, stop jerking
like that, calm down … wait, I think we just have to push it like this and it will
slide inside easily…” “Nrrrrmmmmmh!!”

She shrieked, bucked in the bondage tried to shake her head and at the same time to
utter his name, but Peter had her in a safe grip now. He pushed with more pressure
and could hear a literal ‘plopping’-noise as the gag finally jumped into her mouth.
She still tried to fight, maybe tried to tell him that she had changed her mind or
that she was scared and wanted the opportunity to talk some more, but he was too
intrigued by the whole situation – this giant opportunity that offered itself to him
– to even consider taking the hood off her again. He could hear Miriam’s wheezing
breath through the nostril holes and thus he knew that the small tubes at her
nostrils were already in place. She wouldn’t suffocate, was in no mortal danger, and
so he kept her in his grip and reached behind her head to tighten and fasten the
straps that locked the hood while Miriam shuddered and jerked in his arms.
“Mgmmmmoummh!” More jerks as he finished the job. But she slowly calmed down at
least a little, realizing that it was too late. The hood was so tight by now that
Peter thought he even recognized the shape of her face and her head beneath the
material. And her eyes behind the plastic lenses were large and scared, staring at
him in something like fear and some amount of disbelief. “It’s okay. We are done.
See?” He smiled reassuringly at her. It was all so weird – how much she had changed
during those just twenty minutes. And the way he himself felt changed too. “Is it
uncomfortable?” “Mmmmfhhh!” She tried to nod and he did his best to answer with a
sympathetic grimace. He even patted her head in a friendly way, even though that
didn’t seem to improve her mood. “Well, you knew it would not be comfortable, didn’t
you? But you can breathe and everything seems to be in order. I should get dressed
as well I guess.”

V

But when Peter turned, Miriam still leaning on the wall behind him, trying to
catch her breath, he saw the remote on the nightstand. And curiosity overwhelmed
him. “But we should try to find out how this thing works first.” Her eyes widened
some more and she produced a muffled noise that could very well have been a “No!”.
But he nonetheless took the small device – it indeed had some resemblance to an iPod
– into his hand. “Come on, I don’t want to make things harder for you Miriam! But if
you want me to play the role of your Owner I should know at least marginally how
this works. Don’t you think people will wonder what an incompetent Master I am if I
don’t know how to control this thing?”

She still mumbled warningly into her gag as he switched the thing on and browsed
through the options, but there was no way she could stop him. There were indeed only
symbols shown on the touch-screen. One of them showed the head of a hooded female,
resembling very much Miriam’s momentary appearance. The only difference was that the
cheeks of the iconic woman were bulging quite remarkably and that three points were
hovering in a cartoonish bubble above her head.
Peter touched the symbol. It highlighted instantly. Behind him he could hear Miriam
issue a questioning sound before her voice suddenly got shriller. He turned around
and saw that something was happening beneath the hood: The gag obviously enlarged
itself in Miriam’s mouth and she was more than just displeased by that development.
Her eyes had widened so much that Peter thought she looked a lot like a cartoon
figure herself now, her breasts heaved in an attempt to suck air into her lungs and
she started stumbling through the room in an uncontrolled, aimless way on her high
heeled feet. He stared at her. And the warm throbbing in his pants increased.
“Awesome”, he whispered and studied the display again. A scale had appeared there,
showing the pressure that was administered to Miriam’s jaws as the gag further
enlarged itself. The scale was still green. So he waited. He had to. He could not
force himself to stop the process. Miriam meanwhile had started tearing at her
bondage in a fruitless attempt to pull her arms free, and with much more force than
before, when she had been involuntarily gagged. Still, even though her muscles
bulged beneath the material that covered them, Peter could barely see them move at
all. She also tried to shake her head and stomped her feet, but she could not
prevent the gag from filling her oral cavity more and more completely.
“Hrrrrrrrrghhhhhhh!”

The noises Miriam was still able to produce got more quiet now, even though she
obviously did her best to make Peter aware of her discomfort. The display showed a
yellow icon now and he put his thumb on the icon for the gag, but did not press it
yet. He could hear her breathing fast through her nostrils, so he knew she was not
in mortal danger. And the way her cheeks bulged now, the way the gag muted her more
and more, all that gave him a feeling of power he had never before felt in his life.

“Wow”, he said absolutely stunned, staring at the stumbling, jerking woman. “Just …
wow.” Miriam had been so completely muted by now that her breath and the smallest
wheeze from her gagged mouth were the only noises audible in the room. She cringed
and tore at the armbinder that restrained her so severely only once more, then
turned to Peter to stare at him with pleading, pain-filled eyes. “gggggh…….” She
could not utter any more than that in her current state. And Peter stopped the
process now. The scale had turned orange anyways.

“Oh I’m so sorry Miriam. I just wanted to know … hey it was my mistake, I
apologize.” He went over to her and streaked a hand over her head once more, seeing
relief in her eyes that he had stopped the gag from growing even more. She was
breathing fast, and to Peters amazement there were small droplets of sweat on the
latex that covered her body. No wonder the whole equipment had been so expensive.
But if Miriam hoped that he would reverse the process, her hopes were not fulfilled.
Peter found it very helpful that she could not talk or gesture towards him and he
decided to simply ignore the fact that her cheeks bulged as if an especially
flexible tennis ball had been forced deep into her mouth. When she tried to utter
more noises and rocked her body forwards and backwards to make him aware that he had
forgotten to decompress the gag again, Peter just turned away from her.

“Okay, I will dress now, like I should have done before. I know that we need to get
going.” He cast a glance at the suit, slung over one of the chairs. Then he studied
the remotes display again. He had seen another symbol there, the same female head,
just without visible openings at the eyes, and he had by now a good idea what
function that icon might offer. “But I don’t really want you to see me in my
underwear”, he stated with a thin smile. And activated the function.

This time the effect was less crass – but still fascinating, at least to Peter. For
another moment he could see Miriams blinking, helpless eyes behind the thin plastic
that covered them. Then the material turned black. First it looked as if she was
staring at him through sunglasses, a second later they disappeared completely behind
the now intransparent material. Miriam jerked once. She tried to shriek but
couldn’t, tried to pull her arms free again – but couldn’t. She stumbled and nearly
fell to the ground, crashing into one of the cabinets. Peter had to catch her and
support her with one arm.

How hot her skin felt through the latex. How intense her perfume smelt, now that she
was clad in latex, sweating and panting. He could no longer believe he had been so
shy towards her for all that time. “Shhh calm down.” He patted her head once more, a
gesture that already felt quite natural. “I just want to change and I thought this
would be better than having to use into the cramped bathroom. It’s okay, I am here
and you don’t have to worry.” He led Miriam to the bed, even though she obviously
had to restrain herself from jerking and fighting once more. He helped her to sit
down on the edge. Once there she had no choice as to stay were she was, blind and
completely muted, shuddering and sobbing in a barely audible way.

There was an icon with sheet music symbols floating in its center. He activated it
and checked the options it offered. He started to get an understanding of how this
thing worked, and he liked it. “I’m going to dress now. And you please calm down,
okay? You don’t have to be bitchy all the time Miriam. You are not in control this
time, so just … relax. You are a slave, remember? We better both get into the mood,
else people will sense we are intruders once we get there.”

He chose a techno-rhythm and switched it into Miriams’ hood. There were obviously
small headphones built into it, and as soon as he had activated them. Her head
jerked a little upwards. She shuddered some more and this time he could actually
hear her wheeze, even though she was thoroughly gagged.

“Listen to the music and try to unwind, will you?” He was quite sure she didn’t even
hear him, her ears being flooded with the loud techno rhythms. She turned a bit to
one side, then to the other, blind and deaf. Maybe it was her deafness and
blindness, her complete isolation, that did it. However, suddenly he had the courage
to speak it out loud, quite sure that she was oblivious to everything that happened
outside the hood. “I like you like this. I wish I could keep you in this outfit.
Forever.”

It made Peter feel stronger and more self-conscious, having spoken out such a wicked
thought. He grinned like a madman as he started dressing for the evening.
VI Once he was in the suit, Miriam had calmed down – at least it seemed so. She
had leaned back on the bed until she was just lying there on her back, breathing
more controlled. But more sweat appeared on her new black skin, droplets glistening
on the latex like little diamonds. Peter deactivated the music and instead switched
a gentle white noise on. He started to get a feeling for the device and its
capabilities – by pushing the small ‘talk’ button and holding the controller to his
mouth he could even communicate with his slave, white noise or not.

“I turned the music off because I am done. It’s better now, isn’t it?” A barely
audible mewing sound came through the gag and the hood – of course she did not like
the white noise either. “The white noise will stay”, he said sternly. “You are too
used to being in control, you know that? It can be a problem, and tonight it can be
a major threat for both of us. You will have to trust me for the next hours and I
want you to get used to it.” Since Miriam could not express her thoughts in any way
he could only assume that she had vivid fantasies about killing him. And indeed: as
he used the controller to grant her vision once more she looked at him with reddened
eyes, either from anger or from crying. “Everything will be okay as long as you
relax and play your role”, he told her with a caring smile. He connected the leash
he had found on the bed to her collar, keeping the controller in his jacket. “Come
on, let’s go. I’m really curious about the kind of parties these guys throw.”
He lead Miriam outside the room, the tied woman stumbling behind him like a newborn
calf on hr ballet boots. Peter turned to her from time to time, appearing to be a
little worried that she might fall, but in fact he just used those short moments to
take her sight in. He could not ignore the fact that she was quite covered in sweat
now or how nervous she looked around as much as she could with her neck being
immobilized and the hood only granting her limited vision. He could also not ignore
his own feelings, how much energy he drew from controlling her like this, holding
her leash firmly in his hand. No one stopped them until they reached the shabby
hotels back exit. The limo was large, black, as shiny as the latex on Miriams’ skin.
And the driver who got out of the car when they approached him was a big but
sophisticated looking guy with calm eyes and a perfectly fitting uniform.

“Good evening Sir. My name is Viktor. I believe that your contacted my employers?”
Peter would have been more than just nervous under ordinary circumstances. But to
his own amazement he felt more secure than maybe ever before in his life. “That’s
correct. We I am ready to attend the meeting.” “Very good.” The man nodded and took
Miriams’ leash from Peter’s hands without even hesitating. He led the stumbling
black figure to the car with professionalism and routine. “May I ask if it is has
given or was taken?” he eyed the restrained girl with mild interest. “She was
taken”. Peter nodded as if it was the most normal thing to discuss something like
that. “Only recently. That’s why she walks like this.” “I see.” Viktor half lifted
half pushed her into the rear door of the limo, making Miriam take seat. Her eyes
were as wide and scared as they had been before as he put the seatbelt around her
and fastened it. He returned to Peter afterwards, helping him out of his coat. “May
I propose that you help it relaxing? It seems to be very tense.” “Relaxing?” Peter
looked at the girl who returned his glance with a half warning, half pleading look
in her eyes. “Yes, sure. It would be fine if she could ease up a little.” Viktor
waited politely until Peter had taken the controller from his jacket again. “I would
advice you to administer a massage then. On a low setting, of course.” He smiled a
thin, professional smile and pointed on the touch screen to guide Peters’ way
through the options until he reached a symbol that depicted nothing than some edgy
lines.

Peter looked at Miriam again. Her eyes were screaming a silent ‘No’ with all
possible intensity. His own face was absolutely blank as he activated the function.
There was a hum. A very weak hum, but nonetheless an audible, deep hum that emerged
from Miriams’ crotch. He could see her eyes widen in a way that made them look as if
they belonged to a cartoon character. He could hear her moan into her gag, could see
her try to shake her head – and could see her twitch suddenly, moving her legs in an
uncomfortable way, clenching her thighs. The dildos in her were vibrating now. And
Peter was quite sure that the small pad she had mentioned, the one that was placed
on her clitoris, had begun to fulfill its purpose as well.

“It will improve her mood, given some time”, Viktor stated with nonchalant
politeness. He didn’t seem aroused, didn’t seem fascinated or stunned or in any way
affected by what he had just helped Peter to do. And that was, in Peters opinion,
right-out unbelievable. How could any man not be affected by this? As the driver
helped him into the limo – and afterwards closed the door, making his way to the
driver’s seat in front – Peter could only stare at Miriam in awe. He himself was
aroused, fascinated and stunned in a way he would never be able to find words for.
And his slave was at least as stunned as Peter. She stared at him with pleading
eyes, jerked in her bondage, leaned against the belt that held her in the seat. She
parted her legs once more, clinched them, obviously was searching for a position in
which the treatment would not be as uncomfortable anymore. “Come on”, Peter hissed
when Miriam moaned into her gag again, the noise barely audible through the gag and
tight hood. “He was right, you know? You need to relax, and this must feel nice? It
can’t be uncomfortable?” This time her moan was nearly a shriek. She increased her
efforts to free herself from the bondage – and had of course not the slightest
chance to succeed. Her encased, shining black figure strained and jerked some more,
every muscle shining through the thin layer of latex that covered her. Her nipples
were erected now, visibly hardened and stiff. Peter thought he could even see
goosebumbs on her skin. “No”, he said firmly, shaking his head. “I am not going to
turn it off. In fact, every minute I see you not trying to adapt a little…” – he
chose a higher setting, the hum that emanated from Miriams’ crotch increasing in
strength, the girl shuddering in sudden shock – “…I will set this on a higher level.
Do you understand that?”

She gave up. She had tears in her eyes again, so he chose to render her blind again.
When the lenses in front of her eyes were pitch-black, she leaned back into her seat
and he thought he heard her gulped sobs. Then another shudder… she spread her legs,
tried to stay in that position, closed them again. She moaned and bowed forward as
far as the belts allowed, then sank back into her seat, accompanied by a frustrated
intake of breath. Shuddered again. Jerked once at her bondage.

The limo started to move and they were off, Peter mixing himself a martini from the
small bar that was built into a corner of the compartment. He sipped the drink and
watched Miriam shudder and move a little now and then, moan and sob from time to
time, open and clinch her legs. He browsed through the other options the controller
offered – and there were a lot more to try out.

And while he did that, while the cities lights flew by and they made their way to
that strange party she had talked him into attending, he asked himself if she had
told anyone what she would be doing tonight, where she was going and whom she was
going with. Some door had been opened inside of him, and out had come some strange,
dark, strong, confident doppelganger of himself. A guy he liked. A guy he wanted to
become. At some point during the journey Miriam suddenly straightened as far as
possible, jerked in her bondage with more force than before… she inhaled deeply
through her nostrils and produced a snorting noise. Peter could see her muscles flex
for a moment, then her legs jerked again. Her heels kicked the limos floor
repeatedly. And after that she sank back into the seat as if she had been hit by a
drug or an electric shock, limp and weakened, breathing as if she was exhausted. His
erection was larger than any other he had ever had before. He was quite sure he knew
what had just happened, and it was hard for him to still not touch her.
And when the limo finally reached its destination, when they had crossed the
security checkpoint and had passed a spectacularly high row of bushes, when he could
see the large mansion, the parked cars, luxuriously attained people on the front
steps … it already felt a bit like coming home to Peter.