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The Sphere
by 3586088863 ((straitlaced8@hotmail.com)
***
A bondage enthusiast goes for a ride in her newest
creation - with a small change in plans. A short
bondage sketch. (FF, bd)
***
Connie had been told what to expect. After all, she was
the one who requested the device and laid out some of
its specs. But for all her experiences as a enthusiast
of odd bondage scenarios, she was still unprepared for
the sight of the globe standing in the middle of the
spacious empty hall. From a distance it looked
something like a glistening ball bearing resting on a
small dais.
"Whoa. That's... strangely beautiful."
As she drew nearer, she observed in its sheen her own
shapely catsuit-clad form, flanked by the more
conventionally dressed forms of her engineer
assistants, who had constructed and prepared the
structure with care. Laying her hand on the surface,
Connie was surprised to find the human-sized sphere not
particularly cold. Upon receiving an exploratory rap,
the sphere responded with a thud that suggested
fibreglass.
The lead assistant had found herself staring idly at
Connie's attire. But now, a slender girl not five
years out from college, she quickly leapt up as if to
stabilize the structure. "Not too hard, please; you
don't want to push it off its base. We spent too much
time with the coating to have a terrible dent put in
it."
"I see. Is it ready for me, Sonja?"
Sonja merely led the woman to the far side of the
sphere, where Connie noticed a faint circular trace,
about a foot and a half in diameter. The assistant
pointed to two small catches interrupting the trace.
"See these?" She flipped them up, and at her signal the
remaining assistants redistributed themselves for the
coming task. Producing two small rubber plungers, she
grasped the circle by their suction. After several
revolutions of the pair of plungers about their pivoted
handles, the circle unscrewed itself from the curved
surface and separated, still attached to the plungers.
By looking into the hole Connie could now see that the
sphere was constructed of a coated gray material at
least two inches thick.
Placing the removed assembly gingerly aside, Sonja
stopped to brush the hair out of her eyes before
fetching a stepladder for the dark entrance. "Step
right in--we'll be right with you."
As the sphere rocked with the new weight of its
occupant, Sonja replaced the circle, screwing it in
tightly. A couple of turns, and the two surfaces were
again flush. From outside there was no hint that the
mirrored sphere contained a living, breathing--and
highly aroused--woman.
Connie watched the interior of the sphere fade rapidly
until the sole remaining light, from a small
ventilation hole near the top, cast a small number of
dim images on the inside of the sphere. As she heard
the final snap of the catches as they locked the circle
in place, her hands wandered to satisfy her urges.
* * *
Sonja peered up through the newly opened hole into the
dark interior of the sphere, still holding the circle
most recently removed from the structure. "Left leg
please?" Her employer squatted awkwardly, dangling her
suited leg out through the opening.
Sonja motioned to one of her coworkers, who presented
her with two oddly shaped pieces of metal. While Sonja
held the foot in place, the large piece was fitted
around the ankle, surrounding it on three of four sides
and also extending downward to form a platform for the
foot. The smaller piece was then held against the
ankle, completing its enclosure; the two threaded
pieces were lifted back up to the site of the hole and
screwed in together. Two external catches ensured that
the restraint would not come unscrewed from the inside.
* * *
Connie twisted her head slightly, noting the snug fit
of the neck restraint that now fixed her head outside
the sphere. To either side, down the sloping sides of
the sphere, she could see her gloved hands, each also
screwed tight and grasping an external handle, as well
as a remarkably clear reflection of the ceiling.
Aside from her affixed hands, feet, and head, Connie
remained inside the shell. Near its dead center--where,
in fact, her engineers had aimed to place the center of
mass--lay her nether regions, which she now found
herself frustratingly unable to touch. Her rhythmic
rocking attempts at release did not go unnoticed as the
sphere began to rise up on the lift cable.
As it ascended, Connie felt herself helplessly swinging
within the mammoth structure; her breathing became even
more irregular as she continued thrusting against her
suit, hoping the latex would slip just so against...
Sonja noted the timing of the rocking and suppressed a
grin.
* * *
Connie only recently had been called back from her
literal flight of fancy by the activity of her
assistants as she neared the ground again. She briefly
saw three cones carried toward her before they
disappeared under her. Several thuds were followed by a
rhythmic rotation, presumably that of the spacers being
screwed into place.
As she continued to descend she saw that she was coming
down in the midst of a close-nestling transparent bowl.
After her sphere had been seated properly with the aid
of the spacers, her feet would be suspended between
these two layers; her head and hands soon would be as
well.
A platform was raised to a position near her hands.
Sonja clambered up carrying three more conical spacers
to be added to the upper hemisphere. Carefully edging
out over the sphere as the platform moved, she affixed
the spacers in their proper locations.
"I'm just checking to make sure you're still doing
alright inside, 'kay?" Sonja asked as she reopened the
hatch through which Connie had initially come.
"Looks good." As the platform descended again behind
Connie, Sonja was still giving her coworkers a
description of the remaining task. "Ok, we're all set
for the final join. Ann, finish this up, please?"
* * *
As the sturdy hemispherical shell came down over
Connie's head, she could hear the odd amplification of
her own breathing. Perhaps she was imagining it, but
she thought she could identify the smell of her sex
wafting strong through the enclosed space. Supported by
its rim on the lower bowl, the upper shell came within
about nine inches from her head and, as far as she
could tell, evenly all around.
Releasing her grasp of the the handles, Connie tried to
touch the upper shell with her hands, but the shell
remained out of reach as her wrist refused to slide
more than a quarter of an inch in either direction. She
could probably barely touch the outer sphere with her
ponytail if she swung her head just so--but then
considering the neck restraint, she dismissed the idea
as a bad one.
Now from within the clear shell Connie could see her
well-rehearsed assistants simultaneously approach the
equator of the outer shell from all sides.
With a thud, more plungers were pressed against the
perimeter of the join so that the two halves could be
screwed together. Yet even with so many helping to walk
clockwise around the perimeter, the top half shell
rotated only very slowly and hesitatingly, sinking
slowly into place as it mated with the bottom half.
From within her prison, Connie watched the inner
surface of the sphere come closer and closer to the
spacers as it sank; when the rotation stopped, she
noted with satisfaction that the fit had been more or
less perfect.
A chorus of small snaps were heard securing the
perimeter of the shell in place. The cable above the
shell tightened once more as the shell made a final
ascent to clear the support stand for the outer shell.
Just before the nestled spheres touched down again, her
assistants gave her a collective brief nod and began to
file out. The winch cable was retracted, and the
structure stood free for the first time.
Connie was confused. Wait, they were supposed to stay
and roll this thing. What's the point, she thought, if
I'm just going to stay in one position?...
Then, as Connie had requested, the lights were cut.
Connie saw the silhouettes of her departing assistants
against the door only briefly, before those lights went
out too.
It was too late to call after them--it'd probably
achieve little but to give herself a splitting
headache. Now in the complete darkness, Connie wondered
whether the sphere was well enough balanced that she
might move it by shifting her weight alone. She had
instructed her assistants to let her enjoy her
situation for an hour, but without any help now, that
hour could prove highly frustrating.
As Ann turned off the light in the corridor, Jade
turned to her. "Say, where'd Sonja go?"
"Oh, she had to leave early."
"Ah." Silence as they walked further. "Wait, weren't we
supposed to stay to push?"
"Nope. Change of plans."
* * *
Connie froze when her thrusting brushed up against
something that wasn't supposed to be there.
Fingering her employer's crotch lustily, Sonja began
crawling ever so slowly within the inner sphere. And,
powerless to control any of it, Connie began tumbling
headlong through the darkness, feeling an ever-building
mass of delight swelling up from the center of the
sphere.
THE END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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