- The Bondage Model
- Copyright Abrank 2010 February
- Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
- The Bondage Model
Copyright Abrank 2010 February
- She was lying in straw, chained in the
castle dungeon. A manacle riveted around her right ankle was
attached to a rusty iron chain connected to an iron ring set
in the stone wall. Her hands were bound behind her back in heavy
iron fetters. She was dressed in a coarse cloth dress that had
been ripped down to expose her breasts. The jailor had complete
control over her and she was helpless to prevent him from ravishing
- Not that she wanted to. He was strong
and muscular with a big penis and she was eagerly awaiting his
entrance to satisfy her sexual craving. She longed to feel him
inside her. She couldnt picture his face, but she was certain
he was not ugly, and might even be handsome. He was cooking breakfast
and she could smell the delicious aroma drifting through the
bars of the cell.
- Someone in another cell was shouting;
it was woman.
- The shouting was repeated, Anna,
wake up! Breakfast is ready.
- The dream faded. Anna couldnt hang
onto it as her mothers voice intruded into her consciousness.
- She woke up. One minute Mom, Ill
be down soon. She tried to move her hands to sit up and
realized she had slept in handcuffs again. She quickly got out
of bed and opened the top drawer of her dresser where she had
hidden the handcuff key. With practiced fingers she unlocked
the handcuffs and concealed them in her duffel bag.
- Putting on a long-sleeved top to conceal
the marks on her wrists, she went down to breakfast.
- She was becoming depressed. She had been
the proud possessor of a degree in Social Economics. But after
sending out hundreds of resumes without even being able to land
even one interview she was not so proud. Her parents were encouraging,
but it was clear that they expected her to find a job, any kind
of job, and begin paying her way.
- Later that day she was in Newbridge Mall
when she decided on a course of action that would change her
life. She was standing in front of a shop window admiring a very
short and tight mini skirt on one of the display models when
she decided to apply for a job at the store. There was no sign
indicating that a job was available, nor did she expect to get
one. But she thought that if she couldnt get a job in her
chosen academic field, she should at least try for one in a field
that interested her, which was fashion.
- She entered the store and found the manager,
an elegantly-dressed grey-haired woman. Trying to sound as if
she didnt need a job, but would rather be doing the store
a favor if they employed her, Anna explained how interested she
was in fashion, knew all the latest trends, and did they have
a job opening?
- The manager looked at her appraisingly.
It was clear to Anna that she was being judged on her looks and
not on any other talents. The manager then asked her to fill
out an application form. Thinking that the manager had chosen
this as the easiest way to dismiss her, Anna filled out the form
without much optimism, handed it in and left.
- Outside the store she looked at the display
model again; it held a strange attraction for her. Unlike the
other models, it had a look of surprise on its face and was supported
by a metal rod that extended up from the floor and disappeared
under its mini skirt.
- The next day the telephone rang; it was
the store manager. Im very impressed by your qualifications,
she said, and would like to offer you a position. It will
be a temporary one, but after three months, if things work out,
it could be made permanent.
- Thank you for your offer,
Anna said. What salary do you have in mind?
- You must understand, the manager
replied, that business is way down because of the recession,
and moreover you dont have any retail experience. Im
afraid I can only offer you only minimum wage.
- Oh, Anna said, disappointed.
Did I study hard for four years, she thought, only
to be offered some minimum wage job that anyone can do?
- Well? asked the manager, Do
you need time to think about it?
- No, Anna said, thinking about
the complete absence of any other jobs that had even remotely
interested her. I accept. When do you want me to start?
- Why dont you come in next
Monday. We can start you then.
- On Monday morning Anna filled out employment
forms and was assigned as an assistant to Caroline, a full time
employee. Caroline was a little heavy, but had a great sense
of fashion and a cheerful disposition.
- During the next few days Anna learned
how to sense what customers wanted, and how to subtly guide them
towards store products that they might find attractive. She learned
how to reflect customers opinions back to them: Yes
that dress is very attractive, it will be fine for the party.
Yes I think that color really suits you. Oh
yes, this looks very sexy on you, youll be brilliant at
the club. No, I dont think it exposes too much,
just enough to make him notice. Yes, this is the
- On Thursday the manager called her aside
and spoke to her. Im very pleased with your progress,
Anna. I think youre ready to take on some additional tasks.
Carolines leaving on vacation in two weeks; I would like
you to learn window dressing from her. Are you interested?
- Yes, of course.
- We change the window display every
Monday evening, after the Mall closes. Could you stay late next
Monday and see how Caroline does it?
- Certainly. Would I get overtime?
- Im afraid not, the only thing
I can do is give you is compensatory time off later in the week.
- Oh, OK.
- Go and tell Caroline youll
be working with her on the window display.
- Let me show you something,
Caroline giggled late on the following Monday as they were changing
the window display. Promise not to scream?
- I promise.
- Caroline lifted up the model with the
surprised expression, exposing the metal rod that was holding
it up. To Annas surprise the top of the rod was shaped
like an erect penis, anatomically correct in every detail. The
only thing it lacked was balls, the shaft blended smoothly into
the lower part of the rod.
- Oh my God! Anna exclaimed.
- Cool, isnt it, Caroline
said as she casually draped a skirt over it to shield it from
anyone who might pass by outside.
- Where did it come from, are the
others like it?
- No, I think its unique. I
asked the store owner about it and he said he bought it from
a store that was going out of business. He had no idea it was
there when he bought the model, he just liked the models
- Yes, she has an appropriate surprised
- He asked me to show this to any
employees assigned to the window. He said that if any of them
feel uncomfortable about having it in the store he would remove
it. I assured him that no one would have a problem and so far
no one has. Are you OK with it? Ill have this model removed
if you like.
- No, Im OK, I always rather
liked her surprised expression. And I like the idea that that
we know something customers dont.
- Exactly! Im so glad you dont
object. Now lets finish changing the display.
- That night Anna dreamed about the penis
rod. She dreamt that she was the model, helplessly impaled on
the penis. She woke up excited, her sex was wet.
- That week the metal penis was never far
from her thoughts, and she often glanced at the model, wondering
if its expression was perhaps not one of surprise, but of someone
in the early stages of an orgasm. She dreamed about it nearly
- The next Monday evening Anna was in the
window with Caroline. Could I see the, er, penis again?
- Of course, Caroline said with
a knowing smile and lifted up the model.
- Anna touched the penis, grasping and measuring
it with her hand. It was satisfyingly large and she thought how
full she would feel with it inside her. She also noted how high
off the floor it was. She was not wearing shoes, and saw that
the tip of the penis was about level with her navel. The metal
rod was welded onto a large round metal plate. She tried to tilt
- Yes its quite heavy,
Caroline said looking at her. Its not going anywhere.
- Anna wondered if Caroline knew what she
was thinking. She blushed and released the penis. Thanks
Caroline, I just wanted to make sure it was real and not something
I imagined. She turned away to hide her embarrassment and
began work on another model. As she worked she wondered how she
could be safely impaled on the penis. For a start she would have
to wear very high heels. She didnt have any, but the store
did; lots of them. But how to mount the penis? She looked up
and saw that there were several hooks in the ceiling.
- What are those hooks for?
she asked, pointing up.
- Theyre for when we do floating
displays, you know, to hang things from.
- Are they strong?
- Very strong. One Christmas we had
Santa and his reindeer hanging from them. Santa had a real heavy
- Anna couldnt prevent ideas flooding
into her head as she guiltily continued with her work.
- That evening she spent several hours on
the Internet following her ideas into a strange and exciting
new world. Later that week she went shopping; first to a hardware
store and then to an adult store.
- It was 10:00 pm the following Monday.
The Mall was deserted and Anna had finished dressing the models
in the window, all except the one with the metal rod. It was
scheduled to be dressed in black with silver chain ornamentation:
black boots, a black mini skirt, a black leather halter bra,
a new black wig and a black leather cap. A large poster of a
Harley motorbike was displayed behind the model.
- Anna lifted the model off its penis stand
and carefully laid it in the store behind the window. Using the
store ladder she tied one end the rope she had purchased to one
of the hooks and tied a loop in the other end. She moved the
ladder back into store and selected a skirt; the same style as
the model but in her size. Next she picked out a pair of shoes
with extremely high stiletto heels, a small platform, and ankle
straps. Carrying these she walked to the dressing room where
she had left her other purchases. She undressed then pulled on
the skirt, zipped it up, stepped into the shoes and buckled the
straps. Feeling sexy she caressed her large and youthfully firm
breasts and further excited herself. She fondled her nipples
to make then erect and then attached a nipple clamp to each.
- They stung like hell, and she was tempted
to immediately remove them, but she had read that the pain dulls
after a while, which it did. She attached a small ornamental
weight to each and carefully lowered them, noting with satisfaction
that her breasts hardly sagged. Carrying a ball gag and a pair
of handcuffs she walked to the front of the store, a little unsteadily
in the unaccustomed heel height, but rocking her hips and making
the nipple weights swing and sway her breasts.
- Looking out to check that the Mall was
deserted, and feeling very self conscious, she entered the window.
Placing the ball gag and handcuffs on the floor, she carefully
cleaned the penis with antiseptic wipes and then dried it with
a paper towel. She was so excited that she knew she wouldnt
need lubricant to get it inside her. She bent down and gently
kissed the tip of the penis. Tonight you will be my master
and I will be your willing prisoner, she murmured.
- She pushed the ball of the gag into her
mouth and buckled the two straps around her head pulling the
black leather mouth covering tight across her lower face. She
pulled on the black wig and tucked her hair under it. She positioned
the leather cap on her head and then fastened one of the handcuff
cuffs around her right wrist. Her excitement grew as she clicked
the cuff closed and she thought she might have an orgasm right
there and then. Her juices were leaking down her inner thigh.
- She stood against the penis and lifted
the front of her skirt over it to feel its cold metal against
her belly. She reached up with both hands to grasp the loop of
rope, and slowly pulled herself up. She felt the head of the
penis trace a course down the front of her shaved pussy, pass
over her clit and then nestle coldly between her engorged lips.
She lowered herself slowly, feeling its hard metallic head enter
her then stretch and fill her.
- As the front of her shoes touched the
floor she felt the head of the penis press up against her cervix.
She was on the verge of an orgasm, but didnt want it yet,
not until she was fully in bondage. She held on to the rope for
a few seconds to calm herself before letting go. Her heels dropped
and the penis pushed further into her. She gasped around her
gag; she was fuller than ever before, fuller than she had imagined
she could be.
- She reached behind her and placed her
left hand in the open cuff. She looked out at the Mall and, reassured
that it was completely deserted, clicked the cuff closed.
- As she did so she moved against the penis
and had her first orgasm. Her pelvis thrust against the unmoving
penis and her body shook with the ecstasy. Her breasts bounced
and she screamed into her gag, not caring if anyone heard. Her
legs seemed to go weak and she had to keep her eyes open to steady
- As her excitement faded she again felt
the penis pressing up inside her. She tried to raise her heels
to reduce the pressure, but this was difficult in the high heel
shoes and she could only raise them a little. Nevertheless it
made the penis move in a pleasurable way, so she persisted, raising
and lowering herself and at the same time moving back and forth.
- She felt a second orgasm building and
soon it exploded and once again she screamed into the gag. She
rocked back and forth and felt the nipple weights swinging. She
was in heaven.
- After she calmed down she decided to check
- She pulled on the string tied to her handcuffs,
and wound it in until she felt resistance. The other end of the
string was connected to a handcuff key frozen in ice in a plastic
bottle. The bottle itself was jammed on the other side of the
door to the window; she didnt want to be able to pull it
to her and hasten the melting of the ice. She had frozen the
ice in the refrigerator in the back of the store, and estimated
it would take an hour to melt.
- She was facing out into the Mall, just
like the model she had replaced. She decided that as a bondage
model she ought to pose. She tried adopting various poses, some
seductive and some fearful, but the rigidity of the penis and
her firm impalement prevented any great variation.
- Having exhausted her limited repertoire
of poses, she decided to try for a third orgasm when she saw
a movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head
and saw that it was a security guard. She panicked. She had thought
that the Mall was completely deserved at night; she had seen
no one the previous two Monday evenings. But this night, she
now realized, she was staying much later.
- Perhaps, she thought, the guard wouldnt
notice her; he must pass this window too often for it to be interesting.
But the store window lights were on full brightness and she felt
they were aimed at her and were trying to draw attention to her,
which they were. How could he fail to notice her? She felt completely
exposed and vulnerable.
- What would the guard do when he saw her?
Would he enter the store and try to release her? Did he have
a key to the door? Had she locked it? She couldnt remember.
Even if he didnt enter the store would he report her to
the manager? With the fear of discovery she felt another orgasm
building. She tried to suppress it but could not. It came and
she climaxed, rocking her body and swinging her nipple weights.
At least she managed not to scream. As she regained control over
herself the guard was only two stores away, fortunately on the
far side of the Mall. She tried to remain as still as possible,
hoping that he would not notice her or, if he did, think that
she was simply another model. She blinked. Realizing that was
a giveaway she tried to keep her eyes fixed and unblinking.
- Fortunately the guard walked slowly by
without even looking in her direction, keeping to the far side
of the Mall. As he disappeared she decided that she must release
herself as soon as possible; the guard would presumably come
back later. She pulled on the release string again until she
felt resistance; it was still too early for the ice to have melted.
- As her panic subsided she tried to think
of some way to escape. Perhaps she could jump up off the penis.
No, that was impossible; she couldnt even bend her knees.
- She kept up a gentle but steady pressure
on the string, ready to escape as soon as the key released. During
the next half hour she managed only one more orgasm. In addition
to wanting to escape before the guard returned, her bondage had
ceased to be fun; her feet and legs were tired, her nipples hurt,
the metal penis was uncomfortable, and her jaw was aching, stretched
by the oversized ball of the gag.
- Suddenly she heard the distant noise of
a motor. She looked out along the Mall and saw a cleaning crew
approaching. It consisted of a man on foot and a second man driving
a vacuum truck.
- She began to panic again, and decided
her only chance to avoid detection was to try to pass herself
off as an inanimate model. She froze, trying not to breathe and
fixing her eyes in an unblinking stare looking slightly downwards.
- At first she thought she would succeed,
but as the first man passed in front of the window he looked
in and saw her. He did a double take then called to the driver.
- The driver looked over and, as the first
man continued to beckon him, stopped the truck, got out and approached
the window. The two men started talking, the first man pointing
at her. They were very close to her, but Anna couldnt hear
what they were saying through the window glass and with the truck
motor still running noisily. The first man seemed to be saying
that she was alive, but the driver looked doubtful. The first
man then walked up to the store door.
- Annas fear intensified. Had she
locked the door? Would he be able to get in?
- The man tried to open the door, but it
was locked. He returned to the front of the window and said something
to the driver. He took a cell phone out of his pocket and appeared
to be preparing to take a photo!
- Anna wanted to scream, she felt she was
doomed. But before the man could aim his cell phone at her, a
third man arrived. He was a little younger than the first two
and seemed to be in charge. The first man spoke to him and pointed
to Anna. The young man approached the window and stared at Anna.
She thought she would die from embarrassment. Then he turned
to the other two men and said something. The driver got back
in his truck and the first man put his cell phone away and resumed
cleaning along the front of window, glancing back at Anna as
he did so.
- The young man waited until they were out
of sight, then he turned towards Anna, and took out his cell
phone. He held it up and took several photos of her. She was
terrified, but kept as still as possible, hoping that the window
reflections would make her unrecognizable. Eventually the man
appeared satisfied, put his cell phone away and followed the
first two men.
- Anna waited a minute then pulled on the
release string. The ice had melted and she was able to pull the
handcuff key to her hands and unlock the cuffs. Reaching up she
held the rope loop and pulled herself up and off the penis with
a sucking noise. She quickly dried the juice-covered penis, put
her cap over it, and then hurried out of the window into the
store to change into her working clothes.
- She had restored the model to its stand
and had almost finished cleaning up when the security guard returned.
He tapped on the window and beckoned to her.
- Oh god, she thought, did
he notice me? Did the cleaners report what theyd seen?
Did the young man show him the photos? Ill tell him that
I was testing out a new model, but decided to use the old one.
Nervously she unlocked the store door.
- Everything all right? the
- Yes. Im working late because
I changed my mind about the display.
- Dont stay too late,
he said and continued his circuit of the Mall.
- Anna breathed sigh of relief and finished
tidying up; packing the rope and bondage items into her bag.
- The next day she started her work shift
at 1 pm. The manager didnt say anything to her and the
only trace of her adventure seemed to be the soreness she felt
in her vagina. As the afternoon progressed she began to relax
and felt herself increasingly safe from discovery.
- But at 7 oclock the young man from
the previous evening entered the store. She tried to make herself
inconspicuous but he marched straight up to her.
- Id like to buy a skirt,
- Which one, sir? Anna said
nervously. He didnt seem to recognize her. She thought
it was because her face had been partially concealed by the gag
and she had been wearing a wig. She began to hope that he wouldnt.
- The one in the window, the one on
the model in front of the motorbike.
- Yes sir, thats a great skirt.
What size do you want?
- The man looked thoughtfully at Anna. I
think shes about your size.
- Anna felt relieved. Perhaps he had only
been photographing the skirt to see if his girl friend would
like it. Ill get one for you, she said. She
selected a new skirt and wrapped it. Thatll be eighty
five dollars, sir.
- The man paid with a credit card and picked
up the skirt.
- But then he handed it to her. Here,
this is a present for you. I know you will look really great
- Anna froze and blushed. She realized she
had been recognized.
- If you cant accept it now,
how about later? Allow me to buy you a drink after work.
- Anna hesitated. The man looked strong
and muscular, and was not unattractive. She played for time,
trying to gather her scattered thoughts, worried that he would
tell the manager about her adventure. Im working
late today, she finally said.
- Thats alright. Ill pick
you up when the Mall closes. Ive also got some great photographs
Id like to give you.
- OK, Anna said. She couldnt
refuse; she realized the man had complete control over her.