„What do you think you’re doing?" Her voice was not really so cold as her eyes.

„You can’t do that." I retorted „You can’t close every Adult facility in town. That means too many people loosing their job. And it’s unlawfull!"

Amused she stated with her matter-of-fact voice „I AM the law".

Something shot me down then. Next thing I remember I had her pinned, bend over her desk, one of my pranks holding her tinny wrists in the small of her back, and the other administrating a good old spanking. She squirmed to get away, lashing curses and obscenitys against me. When my arm tired, I reached in my shirtpocket and withdrew some packaging string. With a yearslong training I quickly bound her wrists together, palm to palm. A second cinch was placed just below her elbows while a third followed right above. She was very flexible and even wearing the jacket of her business suit her forearms nearly touched.

„You will me release right now" Her voice was very loud. Normally this pitch would attract her secretary, but then, normally she wouldn’t be in her office at nine in the evening.

Anyway, it was much too noisy for my taste so after grabbing past her skirt, I managed to shred both her nylons and the pantys with a sharp tug. The later I stuffed in her mouth, the former was used to keep them in.

At this point I thought a drink would be in order. I went to the open minibar and mixed myself a Manhatten. Very impressed with myself I looked smiling at my captive. She was in a very bad mood as her eyes flashed anger, fury and death.

I shrugged, grinned and with one hand began fondling her chest.I didn’t understand what she tried to communicate me with her gagged mouth, but it sounded..., well...interesting.

The three point bondage of her arms gave a front impression of a rump without limbs, her shoulders were tightly hold back and her chest was thrust toward me. Eventually my drink was finished while all along, I had not stopped caressing, squeezing, kneading and pinching the two mounds.

Setting my glass on the desk, I opened slowly her red blouse, button for button, until I reached the wide belt above the waistline of her skirt. Now her face was flushed, her breathing harder and she constantly shook her head as I tugged the blouse open, exposing her chest.

My forefinger followed the cup of her black lace bra, then, pressing tightly, descended to the middle, where her nipple had stiffened. With thumb and forefinger I pinched her nipple, and got a muffled scream as response. I gave a little release, letting the nipple glide out of my grasp, but holding the tissue of the bra firmly. With scissors who laid on her desk, I did cut a hole in the material, big enough for nipple and areola. I then did the same on her twin.

I had a mental laugh and beginnings of an hard-on while looking at our Mayor, standing in her own Office, her standing in fron of me with her blouse open to the waist and Breasts encased in a nipple-open bra.

„Dear, we’re leaving now" She violently shook her haid, stamping a feet in frustration. As I grabbed her arms to show her through the door, she nearly managed to kick me in the loins. Cursing I rapidly cut two pieces from the wirelike packaging string and made two nooses which I slipped over her rigid nipples.

Her eyes widened and a somewhat louder scream pierced her gag as I tugged on the strings and used them as a leash. With no help of her, I was sure painfully, bound forearms and wrists, she had no chance of defense and was forced to follow me.

Luckily, the guard in the janitor’s lodge was on the phone and I could slip past him to the staff-garage.I found her car and sat her in the middle of the backseats.

After having her strapped in, I split the strings, fastening them on the doorhandles on either side. Due to the safetybelt around her middle she could not get up, and the nipplestrings to either side prevented her from moving.

She now only whimpered and during the whole ride, she gave little screams when the car took turns. I suppose she was now totally focused on her ordeal. But this was far from over.

A last turn and we were there, in the suburbs. One of the three Erotica Superstores in town, new build and opened only four month before.The Owner was a good friend of me. Actually he was an Ex- from my Wife back in schooldays.

He smiled when I entered but his face paled when he saw me dragging the Mayor behind me with her nipple leashs.

„Bruce, what the heck..?" he got out before I took him out behind his counter. I grabbed in my shirtpocket and removed a stack of bills, told him to get the remaining of the evening off. I would close the the door and activate the security devices upon leave I assured him. Then I showed him out, and closed the door.

Mayor Hynes �call-me-Mandy� seemed now terrorized. With a slight smile I went to her. She tried to withdraw but I pulled an the strings and she winced.

I clamped the strings short with my hand who cupped her breast, pinching the flesh now and then, one mount then the other. The other hand glided over her waist to the skirt. Then, slowly, inch for inch, I pulled the skirt up. Finally I had the hem of the skirt between my fingers. I tugged it behind the wide belt.

She had closed the eyes. My fingers went down between her legs, softly caressing the mount, titilating her pupic hair. Her face was crimson by now, her breathing came in shots and I felt unimaginable wetness between her legs, her hips swinging slightly back and forth.

Abruptly I stopped what I was doing and awaited her reaction.

Her eyes flung open, Her screams who had turned to moans became more urgent. I smiled, turned and went to the rack with BDSM Gear. Although I had a quite large collection at home, it was always thrilling for me to discover new things.

I selected a pair of stainless doublehandcuffs along with thumbcuffs. Until then I didn’t own either of them. Oh I had some handcuffs, but nothing like these. Two circles of metall instead of one for each wrist, welded together without a link chain. Approaching the dressing rack, I saw items, I itched to purchase but never did because of my wife: latex and glossy lac.

I grinned and openly returned to Mayor Mandy. „And you would close a heaven site like this? How may you judge about something without knowledge?" She trembled. „I will give you the knowledge you lack."

With a wicked grin, I returned to the BDSM rack and selected a bullwhip and some chainharness, spiked with barbwire like settings. I had no intention, and never did, to use those or something similar on her, but she didn’t know that, didn’t she?

She became frantic. Real fear was now in her eyes. How good I had spotted a blindfold hood before. I returned to the Bondagerack and teared open the plastic-covering from the hood.

Actually, It wasn’t a real hood, but a halfhood. Made out of black, fine but strong, latex, you could describe it best as an oversized bathcap. It gleamed glossy after I took care with a little rubber spray. Placed on top of the head, it enveloped the skull, but let the ears free. In front it stopped right over the upper lip. A small triangular cut left enough place for the nose to peek through. Inside, some small padded bumbs would press on the eyes when the hood was in place. A small strap went under the chin and fastened with a press stud.

Having completed this, I cut the gag.

Mayor Mandy coughed a lot after I removed the soaked cloth out of her mouth. With a rasp voice she tried to shout „You won’t get away with this. I’m the mayor and.."

And I didn’t know what she would tell next, because I had inserted a penisgag in her mouth and strapped it in place.

„Did you ever do a blowjob, Mandy?" I asked „Say, does your husband like it?" She stiffened and an angry growled sound was heared.

As her legs were already bare safe the skirt, I decided to begin my task, changing Mayor Hynes in latexslave Mandy, there. I opened a pack black latex stockings and gloves. Having sprayed both stockings and gloves, I left them hanging from a rack, letting the spray dry a little.

Removing rapidly belt and skirt, I faced now the problem to undress the upper part of her body. Having never handled thumbcuffs, I read the instructions on the backside of the box, prior to clamp them on the naming places. With a knife I cut the bindings above and below the elbows, giving her arms some rest. They slammed back, and a relieved moan came from her lips.

I let the jacket fall on the wristtie and opened the remaining buttons of her blouse. Which also felt on top of the jacket. I cut the wriststrings, the clothes fell over her hands but stayed there due to the cuffs on her thumbs. The double cuffs were placed behind the clothes on her wrists and only then did I release the thumbcuffs. I had managed to undress her without cutting one of her clothes, besides her bra.

So the bra was next removed but with the knife as she was already partially shredded. To do this was a little difficult. The nooses on her nipples were tight but after some minutes intendly work, I could peel them off. A painfull scream escaped as blood rushed in the formely trapped buds. I thought they had to be itching like hell. I wetted my fingers with saliva and gently rubbed the numbs. As she relaxed at this gentle touch, I smirked, pinched both nippels and stated „No sense, damaging the hardware".

By now, both gloves and stockings were dry and I managed to put them on her without tearing the flimsy rubber. It is a rather difficult task to do if you don’t ever have done it before. I had selected the medium-sized package. It fit quit well, although I thought it was perhaps a little to small. But I couldn’t open every package in the store to find the correct size, could I ?

The stockings stopped at midthigh, the gloves at above the elbows.I had to find something for in between. One more time I rushed to the rack, this time I took her with me, my hand firmly gripped on her arm.

Although a lot of packages were displayed, not all of them were interesting for me.

In the rubber section I found two more items worth. The first was a bikinilike bottom. The difference was, this hose had embedded two rubber dildos for vagina and aft. The second was an almost identical copy of her shredded bra. "Nipple ouvert"-bra was stenciled on the package.

I am a breast and nipple freak, as my wife is very sensitive and she likes the attention she gets there. I am more than happy to oblige.

The brassiere was relatevly simple to put on. The mayor’s nipples stood out as two tinny soldiers...rigid to attention.

The dildohose was another matter. I nearly put a whole lubrificant bottle on the rear prod. The vaginal, I left without as Mrs Hynes lips were parted an the cave toroughfully soaked. It took a little pressure with my hand and a pitchvoicy muffled scream to insert both. She was filled and the tight rubber didn’t release the pressure.

She trembled and I allowed her to kneel, while I continued the dressing Process.

I found a pretty dress hanging on display. While not her size, I shuffled through the packages until I found the same reference but in her size.

The skirt, if one could name the little piece a skirt was barely eight inches wide. Glossy black pvc. A bustierlike piece with puffing shoulders, the breastcoverings showing more than hiding. A bra, even an open-nipple like, was perhaps not an optima combination, but the effect was stunning. It was hooked in the back and also in pvc. To top this a spence-like jacket with small fitting sleeves, closing with small black zippers. The front of the vinyl garment closed in front below her chest, giving display of her mounts.

It took it’s time to perform the dressing for Mayor Mandy was blind and mute but noneless difficult to handle. Infact, she was such a pest that, at one time I had to take a crop and slap the tips of her mounts. After that everything changed. While not willingfull, she did not hinder me again.

At last she was fully dressed but upon leave I remembered that she only wore stockings on her feet. And the yellow pumps she had before were a hard-off. Thoughtfully I looked upon her when a, perhaps silly, idea flashed my mind. Rapidly I took the first collar in row. It happened to be a four inches posture collar. I smiled and closed the leather around her throat, buckling it. She struggled with this new intruder of her freedom, disabling her ability to move her head and lifting her chin to a very high level. A leash, hanging fixed from the rack was clipped to the back D-ring and I ran to her car.

The item I was looking for was in her trunk. A pair of heels. I had thought, an official had to have some backup clothes and shoes with him/her for meetings on short notice.

I brought her the shoes and strapped her in. Luckily they were gleaming black in color. I suppose it is the preferred color for woman-shoes as they can wear them with almost any color of dress.

We where now ready to leave and I started switching the lights off. Near the main switch, I saw something I eyed with curiosity. As I understood the purpose, I chuckled. Slave Mandy stiffened as she recognized this sound.

Vibrating nipple clamps. While I head heard of those neither did I have seen them nor the (re-)action they performed.

„Mandee" I grinned „I got a surpriiise for youuu!!"

She recoiled and tried to shook her head. A NO-sound or so I thought came from the gag. No matter, I didn’t need to stimulate her buds, they had been constantly erect since I decided to cut the bra in her Office. They should hurt for the slightest breeze by now.

One, two and both were clamped. A more resigned than painfull growl answered. I put the switchbox in her hands after coiling the connection cable a couple of times arounf her cuffs. A shriek came when I switched the device on, letting the little vibrating eggs under the clamps do their work.

I closed the door after activating the security-alarm, and put the keys in the postalbox, the usual place.

The drive home was uneventfull. Nearly. I had used the thumbcuffs on her heels, trapping both shoes together. As the heels were strap-in shoes, it was nearly effective like „real" anklebindings.

All along on the ride, I heard her moan and I think, I heard her climax once.

***

Now I sit here in my livingroom, stark naked. Mandy kneels before me. The new doublecuffs on her forearms above the elbows, and the hands trapped with the thumbcuffs.

I have removed her dress and the gag but left the bra, stockings, gloves and hood on. She sits on a very large vibrator and I have used a viseclamp, to clamp her vaginalips together trapping ben-wa balls inside. I have clamped her nipples once more. Every woman can tell how painfull clamping and reclamping can be on the nipples.

Although I have removed her gag, she is unable to speak for she is giving me a blowjob as I have not had since long ago. In my hand I hold the letter out of the Mayor’s office. I don’t need to read it again for I know the contend by heart.

(signed)
Mandy