I sighed, swiping through stuff on my phone, I’d had nothing to do for days and it was getting the point that I would do anything to get out of my house. A week ago, I’d found that I had a thing for bondage, especially really tight and confining bondage, I’d found a website that had so many pictures of that sort of thing, while browsing it I found myself thinking, I want to do that and I wish that was me. Finally, I’d called my only friend, Rachel, and told her of my new-found fetish. We’d chatted for a while, she telling me of her fetishes and her being a dome, and she told me she’d told me she’d have a surprise for me in a week… she’s been silent since.




My phone pinged, informing me that I’d received a text, I checked it, it was from Rachel, “finally,” I said, as I opened the text, it read:




Hey! Hope you’re ready for your surprise, cus it’s happening tonight! Just go to bed and it’ll begin.




I smiled, what are you planning, Rachel? I thought, I sent her a text saying goodnight, and I striped into my black lace bra and matching panties, then I went to my room. Usually I’m awake watching movies until 11 or playing games or, more recently, fantasising about bondage, but tonight I didn’t want to wait up, I tossed and turned a bit, but soon feel into a deep dreamless sleep. I’m a heavy sleeper, it takes a lot to make me up, which is both good and bad, it’s good because I don’t wake up to sounds, but it’s bad because I don’t wake up to movement.




I felt someone shaking my shoulder and I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Rachel, she was wearing a black latex catsuit and thigh high leather boots, a thin mask framed her eyes and her lips were a deep red colour. “rmphl?” I tried saying only to realize there was a leather ball gag in my mouth, not big enough to hurt, but enough to keep me quiet, “mnnrphh?!” I moved my arms to try and remove the gag, but my arms were tightly secured in a self-hug under my breasts, I looked down and saw I’d been completely strapped into a full body straight jacket.




My legs were tightly press together, but I could feel leather between them, every buckle and strap were done as tight as possible, rendering me completely at Rachels mercy. She smiled at my struggling and giggled softly before she leaned forward and gently kiss my forehead, “hush, sweetie,” she said, softly, “it’s ok, this is your surprise. I hope you like it.” I stopped struggling and realized my womanhood was very wet, I liked this, being at her mercy, I blushed and she giggled again, “but there’s still one more item.” She showed me the leather hood, a smile on her lips, before fitting over my head and tightening the lacing around my head.




She carried me out of my house and to her car, she gently packed me into the boot. It was a tight fit, I didn’t have much room to move around in there. The car ride didn’t take long, only a few minutes, if that, and soon Rachel was pulling me out of the car and carried me into a house, that I assumed belonged to her. We went down a flite of steps and through a door into a small room, “here we are sweetie,” Rachel said to me with a giggle, “you’ll be staying here of a little bit.” She put me down onto a soft, padded surface, perhaps a bed but I couldn’t be sure, then I felt belts being added and tightened keeping me from moving, or rolling, off whatever I was lying on, “I’ll let you get some more sleep,” Rachel said, “and we’ll play tomorrow.” She kissed my forehead and I heard her close and lock the door.




That morning I woke, she fed me, played, teased, toyed, and so on and so on, two weeks she kept me locked in my cell tightly bound and helpless and at her mercy, and I loved every second of it, but sadly she was going to visit her family and she couldn’t take me in her luggage, given airliners don’t like carrying elf-girls, even if they’re slaves to someone. When I got home I slept and dream of what might happen when she returns, but I’d received a letter, something about a pet sitting job?