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[CAUTION: This series contains mature content, including bondage and bdsm, yuri/lesbianism, some strong language, and sex. If this offends you, close the page and do not read further.]

Cindy gripped the steering wheel harder to keep her hands from trembling. Tonight was the night. The night her Mistress had promised her the greatest bondage session ever.

The light ahead of her turned from yellow to red. Cindy slowed to a stop and groaned in frustration. Another red light. Wonderful. Part of her wanted to hit the gas and blast straight through the intersection so she could be with her Mistress that much sooner. She was only minutes away from her destination, and yet the drive over seemed to be taking forever. After what seemed like an eternity the light changed back to green and Cindy stepped on the gas pedal.

She reflected on her Mistress' instructions to her after their last phone conversation. She had called in her vacation time and gotten a week off work. She had told her boss, her friends, and anyone else who might wonder about her that she would be spending her vacation in the mountains and would be unreachable the whole time. She had prepaid her rent and asked her neighbor to look after her cat. And, as instructed, she had packed a single extra set of clothes in the trunk of her car. She had completed all her instructions. Now Cindy was ready to see her Mistress. She could hardly wait!

Finally, Cindy turned off the main road and onto the long rural road toward her Mistress' lakeside cottage. She rolled across the gravel driveway and parked her car in the open garage. Leaving her car behind, Cindy went to the front door of the small cottage where a folded note with her name on it was taped.

To My Slave,

You have arrived late. I am displeased. Because of your lateness I was forced to cancel an important appointment and delay another one. Your instructions are to strip and proceed down to the dungeon to await my return. Naturally you will be punished for your tardiness once I do.

Mistress Angela

P.S. UNDER ABSOLUTELY NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you to touch any of the equipment in the dungeon or pleasure yourself. Refuse these instructions at your peril.

Cindy blanched at the harsh tone of the note. Had she arrived late? She was certain this was the time Mistress Angela had told her to come. Had her Mistress been mistaken? No, that was impossible. Clearly Cindy had misheard Mistress Angela's instructions.

Regardless, she was in trouble now. Mistress Angela was not a very forgiving woman, and Cindy knew her Mistress would make her regret her mistake dearly. A key was taped to the letter which Cindy used to unlock the front door. Depositing the key in a bowl in the front hall, Cindy proceeded to the study and pulled on a leather-bound book titled "Of Human Bondage". She smiled at her Mistress' sense of irony as the shelf swung smoothly open, revealing a dimly-lit staircase leading down. At the bottom of the stair was a thick metal door. The door to Mistress Angela's dungeon.

Cindy had stood before this door so many times it seemed like an old friend. All her previous sessions with Mistress Angela flashed through her mind and Cindy felt a tingle between her legs at the memories. Beside the door were a series of cubbies. Cindy stripped off her clothes and underwear, folded them neatly, and deposited them in a cubby. Now fully nude, she gripped the door to the dungeon and opened it. The door swung open with a loud creak and Cindy walked inside and flipped on the lights.

The dungeon was truly a thing to behold. In total square footage it was actually slightly larger than the modest cottage that sat above it. Sinister furniture loomed at Cindy from the darkness and the walls were lined with implements of torture and bondage. A rack of ball gags seemed to call to her, but Cindy remembered her Mistress' instructions. She was to touch nothing. She had been a bad girl and did not deserve any pleasure yet.

Cindy turned around and regarded the heavy metal door. The door was custom built to automatically lock from the inside. Once she closed it, she would be trapped. Only Mistress Angela had the key to open it. Her hands trembled as she placed them on the door and pushed hard. The door swung shut with a loud bang and Cindy heard a muffled click as the locks engaged. No turning back now.

While she waited Cindy assumed the seiza position as Mistress had taught her. She knelt with her legs folded underneath her thighs and her buttocks resting on her heels, with her hands folded on her lap (which also had the marvelous effect of pressing her DD breasts together). She remained in the seiza position for almost thirty minutes until her legs began to hurt and her feet began to go numb. As she shifted her posture to bring circulation back into her legs she noticed something she hadn't seen before. In the far corner of the dungeon was a huge metal box. It reached from floor to ceiling and was painted a glossy black. Cindy was certain the mysterious box had not been there the last time she had visited her Mistress. It must be something new that Mistress Angela had added to her dungeon.

Cindy glanced at the locked metal door that trapped her in this room. If Mistress had not returned after this long she would probably not be back for quite a while. Surely there would be no harm in taking a look?

Cindy got up from the floor and tiptoed over to the metal box. Whatever it was, it was large enough to be a room itself. A prison cell, perhaps? A place to lock up an unruly slave? Would Cindy be put in this box when Mistress Angela returned? Cindy's curiosity was piqued. She had to know what was inside.

A short ramp and a rectangular seam in one side of the box described a door. She stepped forward to look for a handle or a knob when to her surprise the door slid open with a pneumatic hiss. The inside of the box was covered in bright and shiny steel. Pipes and gears and all sorts of other machine parts lined the walls. Along the center of the floor was a diamond-plate walkway. It reminded Cindy of the inside of a car wash.

She stepped inside to get a better look. As she entered her foot fell on a hidden pressure pad in the floor. Cindy heard a loud click and the door hissed shut. Alarmed, she turned around and was about to try and force the door back open, when suddenly something metallic clamped itself around her wrist and pulled her to the center of the room.

Some kind of robotic arm had come right out of the wall and grabbed her. It now held Cindy's wrist in an unbreakable grip. She tried to struggle but more arms came out of the walls and grabbed her. Soon she was held by no less than eight arms at her wrists, ankles, knees, and elbows. What on Earth is this thing? Cindy wondered.

The arms pulled her right off the ground and forced her into a spread-eagle position. Suddenly jets of cold water sprayed Cindy's naked body from every direction. She coughed and spluttered as the water died down and gusts of warm air washed over her until she was fully dry.

Another pair of robotic arms emerged from the walls. These arms had fine manipulators on the ends. Cindy tried to resist but they forced themselves into her mouth and wrenched her jaw open like a Whitehead medical gag. Another arm emerged and using a small nozzle sprayed foam all over her teeth and tongue. The foam tasted minty, like toothpaste or mouthwash. Once the inside of Cindy's mouth was coated in the foam another nozzle appeared and suctioned it all back out, though Cindy could still taste the stuff on her tongue.

The nozzle disappeared and another arm emerged, this time carrying an inflatable gag which was forced into Cindy's mouth. The raised rim around the edge of the gag was coated in a light adhesive that sealed instantly to Cindy's lips and mouth. A clear tube was attached to the gag and a thick rubber compound was pumped through it. Cindy felt the gag expand inside her mouth, pressing down her tongue and ballooning out her cheeks as the inflatable bladder filled with liquid rubber. Her eyes widened as the rubber then began to harden into a solid mass. It reminded Cindy of the time she had tried to chew an entire pack of gum at once. Fortunately she could still breathe through the a pair of rigid tubes running through the center of the gag.

More arms emerged. The first shoved a feeding tube through one of the rigid tubes in the gag and down the back of Cindy's throat. Another forced a pair of stiff rubber tubes up Cindy's nose and secured them with more adhesive. Two more forced soft rubber plugs into Cindy's ears. She was now deaf and dumb.

The arms tipped Cindy backward until she was suspended horizontally. Her hair was sprayed with water and the machine piled it neatly on top of her head before covering it snugly with a rubber swim cap. This also was secured with a coat of adhesive around the edges.

Cindy was tipped back to a vertical position. A rubber Gwendoline hood with holes for her breathing and feeding tubes was forced over her head and zipped closed. A rubber flap covered the zipper and was sealed over it with rubber cement. Finally a rubber gas mask strapped on over the hood. All necessary tubes were attached and the edges of the mask were sealed with more rubber cement.

Cindy's eyes widened with fear as two more arms emerged and approached her pussy and ass. Cindy gasped as a nozzle was inserted into her vagina and a douche was applied. Another nozzle was forced into her ass and Cindy moaned as it began pumping an enema into her. Several more enemas were applied until the machine decided Cindy's bowels were fully flushed and Cindy was practically in tears.

Next the machine forced Cindy into a pair of rubber panties. The panties had a built-in butt plug, dildo, and catheter, all of which were lubed and unceremoniously forced into her. Long plastic tubes were connected to the butt plug and catheter for urination and waste removal. Cindy felt her face flush as a stream of piss involuntarily drained out of her onto the floor. A pair of rubber cups appeared and were rolled onto Cindy's boobs, enveloping each breast all the way down to the base.

Now the real bondage began. A multitude of arms emerged from the walls and wrapped Cindy's individual limbs in plastic wrap. Her torso was similarly wrapped, though the machine was careful to keep her enema and catheter tubes free. Heat guns appeared and began sealing and shrinking the wrapping. When the heat-shrinking process was complete the robotic arms pressed Cindy's legs together and her arms to her sides as her whole body was wrapped from her neck to her toes. Quick as a flash, the machine had Cindy completely mummified in a layer of plastic and sealed it with heat guns. Three more layers were added, each individually sealed with the heat guns. Cindy wriggled like a worm on a hook.

An inflatable rubber bondage bag was brought out. The machine rubbed Cindy's mummified form with powder before sliding her inside. Like the hood, the zipper on the bondage bag was covered by a rubber flap and sealed with rubber cement. A stiff rubber posture collar was brought out and locked around Cindy's neck, connecting the hood to the bondage bag.

Cindy was now cocooned from head to toe in rubber. But the machine was not done. Instead of air, the machine filled the inflatable bondage bag with the same liquid rubber compound it had pumped into the gag. Cindy felt the bag compress around her as the thick rubber filled in around her. As the rubber hardened the machine cinched several straps around Cindy's body from her ankles to her chest, compressing her even further and evening out the stiff rubber as it solidified.

When the rubber had completely hardened the machine lowered Cindy to the floor and deactivated. Cindy strained as hard as she could against her prison. But between the weight of the rubber and the tightness of her bonds she could not manage more than a slight wriggle.

Mistress was going to be mad.

Description
[CAUTION: This series contains mature content, including bondage and bdsm, yuri/lesbianism, some strong language, and sex. If this offends you, close the page and do not read further.]

Cindy gripped the steering wheel harder to keep her hands from trembling. Tonight was the night. The night her Mistress had promised her the greatest bondage session ever.

The light ahead of her turned from yellow to red. Cindy slowed to a stop and groaned in frustration. Another red light. Wonderful. Part of her wanted to hit the gas and blast straight through the intersection so she could be with her Mistress that much sooner. She was only minutes away from her destination, and yet the drive over seemed to be taking forever. After what seemed like an eternity the light changed back to green and Cindy stepped on the gas pedal.

She reflected on her Mistress' instructions to her after their last phone conversation. She had called in her vacation time and gotten a week off work. She had told her boss, her friends, and anyone else who might wonder about her that she would be spending her vacation in the mountains and would be unreachable the whole time. She had prepaid her rent and asked her neighbor to look after her cat. And, as instructed, she had packed a single extra set of clothes in the trunk of her car. She had completed all her instructions. Now Cindy was ready to see her Mistress. She could hardly wait!

Finally, Cindy turned off the main road and onto the long rural road toward her Mistress' lakeside cottage. She rolled across the gravel driveway and parked her car in the open garage. Leaving her car behind, Cindy went to the front door of the small cottage where a folded note with her name on it was taped.

To My Slave,

You have arrived late. I am displeased. Because of your lateness I was forced to cancel an important appointment and delay another one. Your instructions are to strip and proceed down to the dungeon to await my return. Naturally you will be punished for your tardiness once I do.

Mistress Angela

P.S. UNDER ABSOLUTELY NO CIRCUMSTANCES are you to touch any of the equipment in the dungeon or pleasure yourself. Refuse these instructions at your peril.

Cindy blanched at the harsh tone of the note. Had she arrived late? She was certain this was the time Mistress Angela had told her to come. Had her Mistress been mistaken? No, that was impossible. Clearly Cindy had misheard Mistress Angela's instructions.

Regardless, she was in trouble now. Mistress Angela was not a very forgiving woman, and Cindy knew her Mistress would make her regret her mistake dearly. A key was taped to the letter which Cindy used to unlock the front door. Depositing the key in a bowl in the front hall, Cindy proceeded to the study and pulled on a leather-bound book titled "Of Human Bondage". She smiled at her Mistress' sense of irony as the shelf swung smoothly open, revealing a dimly-lit staircase leading down. At the bottom of the stair was a thick metal door. The door to Mistress Angela's dungeon.

Cindy had stood before this door so many times it seemed like an old friend. All her previous sessions with Mistress Angela flashed through her mind and Cindy felt a tingle between her legs at the memories. Beside the door were a series of cubbies. Cindy stripped off her clothes and underwear, folded them neatly, and deposited them in a cubby. Now fully nude, she gripped the door to the dungeon and opened it. The door swung open with a loud creak and Cindy walked inside and flipped on the lights.

The dungeon was truly a thing to behold. In total square footage it was actually slightly larger than the modest cottage that sat above it. Sinister furniture loomed at Cindy from the darkness and the walls were lined with implements of torture and bondage. A rack of ball gags seemed to call to her, but Cindy remembered her Mistress' instructions. She was to touch nothing. She had been a bad girl and did not deserve any pleasure yet.

Cindy turned around and regarded the heavy metal door. The door was custom built to automatically lock from the inside. Once she closed it, she would be trapped. Only Mistress Angela had the key to open it. Her hands trembled as she placed them on the door and pushed hard. The door swung shut with a loud bang and Cindy heard a muffled click as the locks engaged. No turning back now.

While she waited Cindy assumed the seiza position as Mistress had taught her. She knelt with her legs folded underneath her thighs and her buttocks resting on her heels, with her hands folded on her lap (which also had the marvelous effect of pressing her DD breasts together). She remained in the seiza position for almost thirty minutes until her legs began to hurt and her feet began to go numb. As she shifted her posture to bring circulation back into her legs she noticed something she hadn't seen before. In the far corner of the dungeon was a huge metal box. It reached from floor to ceiling and was painted a glossy black. Cindy was certain the mysterious box had not been there the last time she had visited her Mistress. It must be something new that Mistress Angela had added to her dungeon.

Cindy glanced at the locked metal door that trapped her in this room. If Mistress had not returned after this long she would probably not be back for quite a while. Surely there would be no harm in taking a look?

Cindy got up from the floor and tiptoed over to the metal box. Whatever it was, it was large enough to be a room itself. A prison cell, perhaps? A place to lock up an unruly slave? Would Cindy be put in this box when Mistress Angela returned? Cindy's curiosity was piqued. She had to know what was inside.

A short ramp and a rectangular seam in one side of the box described a door. She stepped forward to look for a handle or a knob when to her surprise the door slid open with a pneumatic hiss. The inside of the box was covered in bright and shiny steel. Pipes and gears and all sorts of other machine parts lined the walls. Along the center of the floor was a diamond-plate walkway. It reminded Cindy of the inside of a car wash.

She stepped inside to get a better look. As she entered her foot fell on a hidden pressure pad in the floor. Cindy heard a loud click and the door hissed shut. Alarmed, she turned around and was about to try and force the door back open, when suddenly something metallic clamped itself around her wrist and pulled her to the center of the room.

Some kind of robotic arm had come right out of the wall and grabbed her. It now held Cindy's wrist in an unbreakable grip. She tried to struggle but more arms came out of the walls and grabbed her. Soon she was held by no less than eight arms at her wrists, ankles, knees, and elbows. What on Earth is this thing? Cindy wondered.

The arms pulled her right off the ground and forced her into a spread-eagle position. Suddenly jets of cold water sprayed Cindy's naked body from every direction. She coughed and spluttered as the water died down and gusts of warm air washed over her until she was fully dry.

Another pair of robotic arms emerged from the walls. These arms had fine manipulators on the ends. Cindy tried to resist but they forced themselves into her mouth and wrenched her jaw open like a Whitehead medical gag. Another arm emerged and using a small nozzle sprayed foam all over her teeth and tongue. The foam tasted minty, like toothpaste or mouthwash. Once the inside of Cindy's mouth was coated in the foam another nozzle appeared and suctioned it all back out, though Cindy could still taste the stuff on her tongue.

The nozzle disappeared and another arm emerged, this time carrying an inflatable gag which was forced into Cindy's mouth. The raised rim around the edge of the gag was coated in a light adhesive that sealed instantly to Cindy's lips and mouth. A clear tube was attached to the gag and a thick rubber compound was pumped through it. Cindy felt the gag expand inside her mouth, pressing down her tongue and ballooning out her cheeks as the inflatable bladder filled with liquid rubber. Her eyes widened as the rubber then began to harden into a solid mass. It reminded Cindy of the time she had tried to chew an entire pack of gum at once. Fortunately she could still breathe through the a pair of rigid tubes running through the center of the gag.

More arms emerged. The first shoved a feeding tube through one of the rigid tubes in the gag and down the back of Cindy's throat. Another forced a pair of stiff rubber tubes up Cindy's nose and secured them with more adhesive. Two more forced soft rubber plugs into Cindy's ears. She was now deaf and dumb.

The arms tipped Cindy backward until she was suspended horizontally. Her hair was sprayed with water and the machine piled it neatly on top of her head before covering it snugly with a rubber swim cap. This also was secured with a coat of adhesive around the edges.

Cindy was tipped back to a vertical position. A rubber Gwendoline hood with holes for her breathing and feeding tubes was forced over her head and zipped closed. A rubber flap covered the zipper and was sealed over it with rubber cement. Finally a rubber gas mask strapped on over the hood. All necessary tubes were attached and the edges of the mask were sealed with more rubber cement.

Cindy's eyes widened with fear as two more arms emerged and approached her pussy and ass. Cindy gasped as a nozzle was inserted into her vagina and a douche was applied. Another nozzle was forced into her ass and Cindy moaned as it began pumping an enema into her. Several more enemas were applied until the machine decided Cindy's bowels were fully flushed and Cindy was practically in tears.

Next the machine forced Cindy into a pair of rubber panties. The panties had a built-in butt plug, dildo, and catheter, all of which were lubed and unceremoniously forced into her. Long plastic tubes were connected to the butt plug and catheter for urination and waste removal. Cindy felt her face flush as a stream of piss involuntarily drained out of her onto the floor. A pair of rubber cups appeared and were rolled onto Cindy's boobs, enveloping each breast all the way down to the base.

Now the real bondage began. A multitude of arms emerged from the walls and wrapped Cindy's individual limbs in plastic wrap. Her torso was similarly wrapped, though the machine was careful to keep her enema and catheter tubes free. Heat guns appeared and began sealing and shrinking the wrapping. When the heat-shrinking process was complete the robotic arms pressed Cindy's legs together and her arms to her sides as her whole body was wrapped from her neck to her toes. Quick as a flash, the machine had Cindy completely mummified in a layer of plastic and sealed it with heat guns. Three more layers were added, each individually sealed with the heat guns. Cindy wriggled like a worm on a hook.

An inflatable rubber bondage bag was brought out. The machine rubbed Cindy's mummified form with powder before sliding her inside. Like the hood, the zipper on the bondage bag was covered by a rubber flap and sealed with rubber cement. A stiff rubber posture collar was brought out and locked around Cindy's neck, connecting the hood to the bondage bag.

Cindy was now cocooned from head to toe in rubber. But the machine was not done. Instead of air, the machine filled the inflatable bondage bag with the same liquid rubber compound it had pumped into the gag. Cindy felt the bag compress around her as the thick rubber filled in around her. As the rubber hardened the machine cinched several straps around Cindy's body from her ankles to her chest, compressing her even further and evening out the stiff rubber as it solidified.

When the rubber had completely hardened the machine lowered Cindy to the floor and deactivated. Cindy strained as hard as she could against her prison. But between the weight of the rubber and the tightness of her bonds she could not manage more than a slight wriggle.

Mistress was going to be mad.