What would happen when a secret fetish gets you into too much trouble? Find out in this story I wrote about betrayal 
Laurel's New LifeIt was late at the Pai Manor, almost midnight. Laurel a beautiful young girl with long golden hair and emerald green eyes carefully walked the hall with candle in hand. She was dressed in a thin blue nightgown with lace trim, and tread on her brown leather heeled sandals with toe loops. Tonight she would be seeing the man she longed for, Reed a handsome swashbuckler that was also staying at the mansion. But Laurel was quite nervous, and paced the hall not knowing what to say or do to gain his affection.She entered to the main welcoming hall where she found another young lady reading a book under lamplight. Legs crossed under her white lace skirt, Raspberry looked up though her brown bangs at Laurel and signaled for her to come over.“Well it’s sure late, what are you doing up still?” Raspberry placed the book on the coffee table and smiled. Laurel walked over to the vacant chair next to her and sat down.“Oh, its Reedy, I wanted to spend more time with him, I just don’t know how” Laurel said with a sigh and fingered the bottom of her dress.“That roguish fellow? The one who rescued you right? Do you like him?” Raspberry asked. “Remind me again what happened?”Laurel smiled and blushed. “Well I was captured you see, in the dungeon of this crazy wizard Gale. He held me in chains for two nights until my sister alongside Reedy came to save me.”“Oh gosh, that must have been awful, spending all that time locked up like that, you poor thing.” Raspberry comforted.“Well…” Laurel paused thinking back to the ordeal. “Just between you and me it wasn’t so bad, I was mostly bored! On the other hand, if I was Reedy’s prisoner...” She clammed up just thinking about it. “I always liked the idea of being a damsel in distress to a handsome man.”“I see, so you like the idea of being at another’s mercy?” Raspberry placed her elbows on the table and chin in the palms of her hands, leaning closer to Laurel.“I mean, well no… not… well…” Laurel didn’t want to admit it. “Maybe.”Raspberry let out a chuckle and stood from her seat, practically dancing on her strappy wedge sandals and extended a hand. “I have an idea, would you like to try something? I bet it would make your rogue fall madly in love with you.”“Really?” Laurel accepted the hand and was hoisted up. “Oh yes, he would be helpless to resist you, or should I say you would be helpless to resist him! It’s a win, win.” The two girls left for the opposite hall, to a door leading down to the basement where the smithing was done. The heavy door was unlocked and both girls descended the stone steps to a massive room. A large circular table dominated the center of the room, with all manner of tools and supplies for forging. Along the walls were finished products of all kinds: swords, spears, shields, as well as more interesting items like stocks, manacles and fetters.Laurel’s eyes were drawn to a special piece on a mannequin torso. It gleamed with a superior polish, jet black metal with silvered accents on the hinges and bolts. It was a set of beautiful shackle cuffs, made by a master craftsman, not to just hold any person but someone truly special.From the collar was a thick chain that connected to a metal waist belt, and a bolted pair of cuffs to keep the wearer’s hands securely behind their back at all times. From the belt continued a chain to a pair of unique ankle cuffs that were crafted into a pair of metal high heels. The sandals were fashioned after common Runaria footwear, iron straps across the top of the foot and metal loop for the big toe, a sandals design that both girls were currently wearing. Connected by the back of the heel was a metal strap to the ankle cuff, making the shoe and restraint one item. Laurel stood and daydreamed at the thought of wearing these. She knew once closed on her feet, it would be impossible to take them off without help! “They are heavier than I thought.” Laurel said as she picked up one of the sandals. She noticed everything was lined in a thick black leather, to keep the wearer’s limbs from chafing. Even the sandals looked comfortable despite being a full five inches tall and made of metal.“This is quite a set, very heavy yes, but very comfortable I can assure you. Made with the intent of being worn for long periods of time, or perhaps forever.” Raspberry said with a smile.“Forever?” Laurel’s heart skipped a beat.“This one is called the Prisoner, it will give you the feeling of complete helplessness while at the same time give any man the power over you as they desire. They will take care of your every whim, and be your protector as a man should be.” Raspberry said with pride as Laurel inspected the workmanship. “Would you care to try it on?”Laurel blushed hard as she ran her fingertips over the iron straps of the sandal, and turning it to inspect every angle. “It’s so beautiful, of course I would love to!”Raspberry produced six thick locks, like the ones you would see to bolt a tavern door and laid them on the table. “Please take off your shoes, we will start with those.”She could hardly contain her arousal as she bent down and started to unlace her four inch heels. Laurel unstrapped the brown leather from her calves and slipped out of each shoe, carefully placing them on the floor. Before her, Raspberry placed the taller black iron sandals on the ground which Laurel stepped into with delicacy. It took a few moments to wiggle her big toe into the loops of the sandals, but the leather lining and sole pad provided a perfect fit for her feet. Raspberry bent down and closed the fetter cuffs around her slender ankles, slipping each lock in the holes and securing them with a loud clunk.“Wow, these are amazing.” She bent over to gaze at her pigeon-toed feet now prisoner of the metal sandals, wobbling slightly as she realized there was only twelve inches of chain connecting the two shoes allowing for movement. She wiggled her toes and balanced on one stiletto, trying to get used to the new height and feel of the shoes.“Alight, next is the belt, we can place this over your nightgown.” Raspberry hoisted the shackle belt, chains clicking with the motion and secured it around Laurel’s waist. With another clunk, the next lock was secured. She admired the belt, feeling how form fitting it was, there was no extra room to adjust if she needed to. “Okay now your wrists.”Laurel blushed hard, thinking this was the point of no return, but she trusted Raspberry so she placed her arms behind her back. One cuff at a time was snapped closed, then locked, and she found her slender wrists also to be a perfect fit. She gave the manacles a playful tug, but the single chain link bolted to the back of the belt kept them firmly in place. She now began to really feel helpless, but smiled at the thought to Reed seeing her like this, and what he would do to her body behind closed doors.“Last item!” Raspberry winked, and held the collar in her hands.“You’ll have to help me with this too, I’m afraid I’m tied up at the moment” Laurel responded and both girls chuckled. Raspberry opened the collar and pulled it behind her neck, closing the hinge and locking the final piece in place. The collar was also very snug, not enough to choke her, but she wondered if she could even slip in a few fingers of space between skin and metal. Laurel was more turned on than ever, but hid it well from Raspberry with a shy smile. She wiggled a little in a playful struggle, “Oh no, I’m just a slave girl now!”“That’s perfect, let’s get you in front of the mirror to look!” Raspberry stepped over to a full length mirror and Laurel hobbled behind her with her shackled feet. Her jaw dropped at her reflection, dressed in her nightgown and about fifteen pounds of glossy black shackles and sandals.She had never before felt so powerless… but at the same time powerful! As she gazed at her bound form in the mirror she was overtaken by a taboo fetish that was hidden but always there. She knew she could get anything from Reed with her perfect body and captive limbs dressed like this.“Perhaps we need something a little extra for the scene?” Raspberry broke the silence with a coy grin. She had had dangling off her fingers a huge two inch red ballgag which Laurel’s eyes widened at the sight.“I don’t know…” She turned away slightly but kept her eyes on the cherry colored gag, secretly in desire.“Here let me help you, Reed will love this I promise. A good girl should be seen and not heard.” Raspberry moved behind her and placed the ball close to Laurel’s mouth who responded by opening her glossed pink lips. With a little effort it was pulled in, stuffing her mouth completely. Laurel gasped at the pressure her jaws felt, as well as having her tongue pressed to the bottom of her mouth.“Mmph.” She tried to speak and turned to the mirror. “Mmmmmph, mgh.” She couldn’t help to blush, feeling more turned on than ever. So much so, she didn’t hear the click from behind her neck as Raspberry slid a little lock into the buckle of the gag.“You look amazing, I’m, glad you chose this piece.” Her tone changed, now harsh and her kind smile replaced by a wicked one. “Since you’ll be spending the rest of your life in these!” The captive stood in shock blinking at her new realization. These weren’t just any shackles… these were her shackles! How could she have been such a fool? Everything fit her perfectly, like they were crafted for her limbs only! Thinking back to when she had first met Raspberry, Laurel had been measured for custom dresses, but this was what was planned for her all along.Laurel panicked and began to struggle but the binds were impossibly strong. Twisting and turning she bent over trying to pull one of her wrists free, or move behind the limit of her fettered feet. Her thrashing brought her no avail, she was truly trapped.“The Price of Psalmas has paid a fine price for an angel, and you shall be his wife!” Raspberry said clasping her hands together and tilting her head at the thought.“MMMMMMMMM!” Laurel attempted to scream but the ball in her mouth was too large and effective. Her jaws already ached from being pried open so wide, and now with a padlock it wouldn’t be coming out. She twisted and writhed but Raspberry produced another item, a thick blindfold. “MMMPH! NOOOOOOPH!”In a moment she was blinded, and Raspberry grabbed at her arm pulling her to the stone steps out of the basement. Laurel struggled to keep up, and keep her footing with such a limited stride. She shuffled swiftly, almost tripping several times before she made it to the first stair. Whimpering, she put one foot in front of the other, the twelve inches of chain between her ankles barely gave her enough room to ascend to each new rise. With great difficulty she made it to the top where the door lead out to the main house.‘This is it!’ She thought, ‘If I can't escape now, my life is over!’ Desperately she wiggled and stomped her feet, metal heels clicked and clacked on the marble flooring. Trashing her head about, she yelled in her gag, in an attempt to make as much noise as she could to alert anyone. “HHMPHHHHHH! HMPPPPH!!”Raspberry escorted her forcefully to the front double doors and down the stone steps past the fountain to the front gates of the manor. With each step Laurel lost confidence in anyone coming to her rescue… she couldn’t become a slave! The jingling of her chains as she struggled was a haunting reminder of her plight, and how foolish she was to willingly accept her new shackled life.Nearly tripping several times, she struggled until finally they stopped in front of a horse drawn carriage. The fifteen minutes it took her to shuffle here seemed like an eternity, her resistance meant nothing in the end. Her heart raced and she could feel every beat in her ears. Laurel was tired and scared, too distracted and blinded to realize Raspberry was meeting with two strange men. A bag of coin was handed over and Laurel was once again escorted by the arm, this time to the back of the carriage door.Pulling her blindfold off, she screamed once again, eyes filling with tears. Before her was a small cage on wheels, and inside the glint of metal and smell of leather. Hung up on pegs was a cruel looking chastity belt and a matching bra, as well as a thick coiled bullwhip all meant for her.“I hope you enjoy your new life!” Raspberry waved goodbye, and headed back to the manor with heavy coin pouch in hand. “Now you can fulfill that damsel fantasy of yours... permanently!”,
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