From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Chinese Dinner - Bottier
Date: 10 Apr 1996 02:51:36 GMT

			    Chinese Dinner

	I've been a lurker on this group since its inception, and
since I introduced my wife to it, she's been pressing me to post one
of our stories. Here it is, then, with a twist, for your approval.

	We both enjoy adding a great deal of interesting costume to
our play. I love the sight of her in extreme heels and tightly-laced
old fashioned corsets, as well as bound and helpless. She loves these
things, as well as anything else that presses, squeezes, or otherwise
molds her, and adds to her tactile overload or general level of
frustration. Thus, we've accumulated a great storehouse of toys over
the years, from a variety of shoes with heels in varying heights, to
several custom made corsets (there are very few manufacturers left,
and the prices can be outrageous) with waists from nineteen inches to
twenty-two inches (including one that is knee-length), rubber
stockings, skirts, and so on, and a very large drawerful of cuffs,
collars and padlocks. All these things see a good amount of use!

	One of our favorite activities is what I call the "Chinese
puzzle" bondage. It takes a bit of planning, but the end results are
most rewarding for both of us. I strive to never do quite the same
thing twice, so I'll just describe the most recent version.

	We begin the play with her naked, standing in the bedroom. I
first apply her scold's bridle, which has a nice large ball gag. It
buckles in the back, and I fasten it in place with the first padlock.
The key to this padlock I tape into the palm of her right hand. I then
put one of her calf gloves on (these extend almost up to the shoulder,
and fasten at the wrist very tightly with four buttons) which nicely
secures the key into her hand.

	I then put one of our three inch locking wrist cuffs on over
the glove, which nicely covers the buttons, making it impossible to
remove without first getting the cuff off. The key to this cuff I tape
into the palm of her left hand, followed by the other glove waist with
a most beautiful S-curve in her back- this, in addition to the forward
lean that the heels induce, makes her balance somewhat precarious, and
walking becomes somewhat difficult. She finds this to be quite a
turn-on, combined with all the pressures.

	So there she stands, not yet helpless, but certainly bound.
I'll usually take a break here and play with her a bit, until she
starts egging me on the next step.

	We have a chastity belt that has self-contained vibrators in
two sizes fastened to its inner surface. I have modified it so that it
fits her tiny corsetted waist, and I then apply it to her, locking the
waistband and crotch strap in place (which very conveniently covers
the knot in the laces, rendering it impossible for her to get the
corset off). I have to work fast, since this is quite an intense
stimulation for her. The vibrators in her front and rear begin to do
their dirty work, so while she is distracted, I tape the key to her
chastity belt to the inside of the waistband of her rubber hobble
skirt, which is about 1/8" thick and fits her tighter than a second
skin from just below that breasts to the knees. It has to be rolled on
from the knees up, and does a much more effective job of hobbling her
than tying her knees, because it exerts so much pressure so evenly
over so much of her legs, hips, and torso.

	At this point, she is usually hanging right on the edge of
orgasm from sheer sensory overload. Under the right circumstances, she
can come simply from the pressure of the corset, but having to balance
in the heels with her knees hobbled and the vibrators working usually
puts her right up to the edge. If I make her walk any distance at all,
she might just overload and come too soon. So it's time to keep her
very still and finish the job.

	I then lock her wrist cuffs together behind her with a
padlock. This key is threaded onto the hasp of another padlock, which
is then used to lock an eight inch or so loop of chain between her
ankles. With this chain, she is limited to taking steps about four
inches long (not that she could take longer ones with the heels and
hobble skirt). The key to the ankle chain is attached to the middle of
a chain about fifteen inches long with a nipple clamp at each end,
which I then attach to her nipples. The lean induced by her corset and
heels causes the key to hang well in front of her.

	And to finish, I attach her wrist cuffs to her collar by
looping a two foot chain and locking it with the last padlock. This
pulls her wrists up to just below her shoulderblades- not high enough
to cause much tension on the collar, but enough to keep her from
reaching any of the keys, or stretching around to the nipple clips in
front. Also, in this position her fingers lose some of their
dexterity, and the gloves certainly don't help much either.

	The last key is truly the key to the puzzle- without it, she
has absolutely no way to get out of all these marvelous decorations,
despite having all the other keys on her person. She also doesn't have
enough flexibility to give herself the last bit of stimulus to go over
the edge while standing there. What she has to do to get the relief
that she craves is to try to find that last key, and then coax her
bound fingers into manipulating the locks in sequence. She has to take
the tiny steps that are all she can manage over to wherever it is,
unlock the lock holding her wrists up high, then get the nipple clamps
off somehow so that she can get her ankles unlocked to get the key
that holds her wrists behind her and so on.

	Usually, the stimulation catches up with her somewhere along
the way- and she goes from having an isolated orgasm to having a
continuous string of them, generally requiring quite a bit of support
from me to keep from falling. Needless to say, I'm never far away
during these times- since the visual impact of her done up this way is
one of my greatest pleasures, not to mention getting to take whatever
advantage of the situation I can.

	This last key is what she needs- and this is the funny part of
the story: as I have been typing this, she has been attempting to sit
next to me here at the machine, done up exactly as I describe here.
She has been hanging right on the edge for some time, but she has to
wait for me to type the location of the final key! The butt plug and
extremely tight hobble skirt keep her from being able to sit flat on
the office chair, but she has to try and take the weight off her heels
so that the keys stop pressing in, and the corset keeps her leaning
forward so that the weight of the chain dangling from her nipple clips
is borne entirely by her poor nipples. She has been very good.

	The key is under your pillow.

	I'm going to close this now- she's probably going to need some
help as she hobbles back down the hall to the bedroom, my lovely
vision in black everything, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.

					-Bottier

				* * *

	The response to the "Costume" article has been most
gratifying. We had fun reading through them, and have finally made
some time to reply to some of the questions that were asked, and to
describe how this particular scene came out.

	She made it about halfway down the hall before she overloaded
enough that she couldn't keep going. When she does finally get into
continuous orgasm, she can't make her legs hold her up anymore with
the heels and the hobble skirt- so I picked her up and carried her
back to bed. She tried for about five minutes to deal with the key to
the first lock, but couldn't (or wouldn't) cope with it, so she just
rolled onto her back with her whole body in spasms.

	One poster asked about making the chastity belt the very last
layer to come off. We've tried that, but I usually don't do that
anymore- and here's why: Here I was, faced with a very bound, very
helpless, and very hot lover. If you were me, what would you do? In
this case, all I had to do was to peel off her skirt and unlock the
chastity belt (leaving the butt plug in place, of course)- and she was
wonderfully, willingly, and helplessly mine for the duration, without
my having to undo any of the other decorations that we both love so
much. In this way, we could enjoy one another, without my having to
completely free her. And she could either free herself later, or ask
me in her own way to free her after we were both sated.

	She usually doesn't manage to get herself free of this
predicament until after we exhaust ourselves, especially in cases
where we let a reasonable amount of buildup time go by (which was
certainly the case as she sat squirming while I typed). If we don't
allow much buildup, she will almost always get to the point of undoing
her corset, although often the amount of effort required to get
herself out of the skirt can sometimes push her over. She usually
stops here, though, because she enjoys the pressure of the corset too
much to take it off at that point. A couple of times she has gone
ahead and escaped completely, just so that she could prove to herself
that she could- and it took about and hour and a half. The really hard
part is the first key, and (as one poster pointed out) the key to her
ankle chain, which is usually on the nipple clamp chain. She's a
dancer, and is very flexible, but it is still a difficult thing for
her to stretch her arms around to the front (with her wrists locked
together) and gently remove the clamps. The gloves help make this
harder, as well.

	Of course, there are an incredible number of variations on
this basic theme that can be used. One that we enjoy occasionally
involves me peeling off her skirt and the chastity belt, and then
looping a rope around her tiny waist two or three turns. I then bend
her legs at the knee, and tie the loose ends of the rope to her ankle
chain, pulling out all the slack possible. This pulls her ankles right
up to her rear very tightly, sort of a hog-tie that doesn't put stress
on her wrists (which are still fastened up to her collar). The neat
part of this is that the loops of rope around her waist act as a crude
pulley, so by pulling with her legs she can increase the pressure on
her waist even more! The real reward for me, and frustration for her,
comes when I roll her up on top of me, face to face. The slack between
her ankles allows her to spread her legs just far enough for me to
enter her from below- but the stiff corset and added tension from the
rope will barely let her move her hips, and if I hold her up under the
shoulders then all her weight forces her down onto me. This is
incredibly intense for both of us, as she struggles to move enough to
release herself, and in so doing grinds me deeply into her.

	Someone asked about our corsets, especially the knee-length
one. That one is truly amazing, but it really doesn't see much use
anymore, except when she specifically asks for it. It is black satin,
very heavily boned the entire length (especially through the waist and
hips), and measures twenty-one inches at the waist when fully closed.
The front busk is fifteen inches long, and it extends exactly down to
her pubic bone. When it is laced fully closed, it makes it almost
entirely impossible for her to bend either her waist or hips, and
compresses her entire torso pretty intensely. When she's in it, she
can only barely keep her balance, and she can't reach her feet no
matter how hard she tries, so we always add her six inch heels to the
costume. She can't walk at all when done up this way. I usually put in
one or both of her vibrators before lacing her in, but getting her
into and out of this beast is such a production that she's usually
exhausted before I get much of a chance. About all she can do is lean
up against something- so this is usually a good outfit to play with
some gentle suspension games with.

	The knee-length one was custom made for us a few years ago by
a company in the UK which has now closed down. Currently, it is
possible to order custom work from three companies that I know of: La
Guepiere, which is in the UK and consists of one tiny fragile lady in
her seventies who retired a number of years ago from that same late
company, True Grace, also in the UK, and one here in the States, BR
Creations in Mountain View, Ca. The UK companies are slow and
expensive, but do magnificent work. BR Creations is quicker and less
expensive, and we've got several examples from them. From BR
Creations, you can expect to pay around $150 for a reasonable short
corset in satin, significantly more in leather. There are also some of
the US mail order companies that offer stock corsets (Renee Fashion
Company, Monique of Hollywood), made I think by Vollers in the UK, but
with those you run the risk of a poor fit. They will only cost you
around $100.

	Tight lacing is an art in itself, though- don't rush into it
with a lover, expecting to be able to pull them in six inches the
first time. Possession of a tiny waist must be worked up to, and
having a perfectly fitted garment is of paramount importance. If
anybody is interested in body modification of this type, I could go
off on that tangent another time.

	Another poster asks whether we bought or made most of our
toys. We bought almost all the clothing, and made almost all the
leather cuffs and other bits. The rubber stockings and hobble skirt
are straight from the Sealwear catalogue a few years back, and I'm
sure that someone in the US still imports this line- I've seen some
good examples in the Dream Dresser catalogue. Lately, we buy most of
our latex from a little shop here locally, though. Our gloves we
bought from a custom maker in California, Hammer of Hollywood. They
fit, which is much more than can be said of the cheap merchandise sold
mail order nowadays. I could post some of the construction details for
the cuffs and other things if there is enough interest (and, of
course, time permitting).

	Finally, we'll leave you with a story from last Saturday
night. She expressed a desire to go out for dinner, contrary to plans
we had made to stay in and play. This usually indicates that she wants
to try something different, so we reached something of a compromise-
we would play while going out! This is usually quite a treat for us
both, because she enjoys the frustration of her building excitement
and inability to help herself, and my response follows hers quite
closely. So we dressed her similarly to the way I described before,
but without the gag or collar, and with the corset and chastity belt
on the bottom, as the other poster had suggested.

	We laced her into the twenty inch black calf corset, and then
put her into her rubber corselet. This has molded-in cups and
functions quite nicely as a bra, and extends down just to the bottom
of her corset with suspender grips for her stockings. I then locked on
her chastity belt, with only the butt plug vibrator humming merrily
away. The key went under one glove, which was locked on, followed by
the other glove, followed by the stockings and locking shoes. The last
key went onto the mantelpiece. I then left her to choose street
clothes that could be worn over all these, concealing them well enough
for us to go out in public!

	She came out in one of the pant-suits that she wears to work-
quite formal in appearance, but even more so with it belted in to fit
her tiny waist and very erect carriage. She usually wears at least
four inch heels to work, so the pants were long enough to cover most
of the six inchers when pulled down to her corsetted waistline- but
not long enough to prevent a peek of the rubber stocking on her
insteps as she walked. And the jacket nicely covered the cuffs and
padlocks on her wrists, the small bulge of the chastity belt padlock
in the small of her back, and the rather thin blouse that she wore to
cover the corselet. Thus, to the casual observer, she appeared to be
quite normally dressed, except for her gloved hands, tiny waist, and
just the hint of a higher-than-usual heel and blacker-than-black
stocking.

	We went out to one of our favorite restaurants near here,
chosen to minimize the transit time (since the vibrator was still hard
at work). She actually did quite well with all the walking, hanging
there on my arm balanced so precariously. We sat at one of the tables
out in the middle of the room, with her leaning just slightly forward
because of the corset, and wobbling a bit side-to-side because of the
plug. Then we started to notice the sidelong glances that she was
getting from some of the tables- a number of people were paying a bit
of interest to her outfit, especially her feet. Tight-laced as she
was, she couldn't discreetly twist around to see what the problem was,
but I could- when she sat down, her pants legs had ridden up her legs,
revealing the full glory of six inch heel, padlocked ankle strap, and
rubber stocking to the room!

	When I told her, she was at once mortified with embarrassment,
and overcome by the message being sent up by the vibrator- but, being
in public, she had to try and exert some control over her response.
After all, the key was at home on the mantelpiece! I then got to enjoy
the beautiful sight of her, flushed, breathing as deeply as possible
within her corset, trying her utmost to stop the stream of orgasms.
Needless to say, we paid the check and left after the appetizer, and I
had to carry her to the car once we got out of the main room.

	A most pleasant, though very short, dinner.

					-Bottier