Story title: Your Accountant Knows Best part 2.
Of course, the accountant was not going to leave the jacket in such a state. She was quite determined to make it as tight and secure as humanly possible.
“You’re going to look gorgeous with this crushing your body”, They were going with the story that under the pressure of the investigation the company owner had gone mad. That her mind had fractured, that she had become a danger to herself and others. That the investigation had to be pared down to enable her to recover. At least that was what they would be trying to convince a Judge. And as part of that the restraints would be flawlessly tight. To ensure that she couldn't give anything more than a convincing performance. Every restraint would be tightened until she was reduced to set dressing. One pass of tightening the straps and the gap at the back was reduced, the jacket creaked under the pressure. A second tightening and the two sides of the jacket met.
“Don't worry Boss lady, I am going to get it done up all the way”. The Boss felt a little tremor of fear as a third round of tightening got every strap on the garment as tight as it could possibly be. She was feeling the pressure of the canvas sheet against her hips ribs and diaphragm. Now it was disconcerting to say the least. She hoped that after her court appearance they could release the pressure a little bit.
Her arms were still free. That was just going to be a very short term situation, as far as her accounts director was concerned that error would soon be corrected.
“Ok you know the drill, relax your arms”. The Jacket came with both a wide front loop and tighter side loops. The Boss felt the urge to resist as her accountant guided her right arm through the front and side and loops. She pulled the strap through. Her left arm quickly followed suit, as the end of the sleeve went through the front then side loops. Her arms fed all the way through it was now time to surrender her last bit of real freedom. She closed her eyes as her accounts director looped the buckle in the strap then pulled it tight.
“There you go nice and snug”. Her arms were quite useless now, held by the straps and the tight fitting jacket. The accountant worked on the little bit of slack. She pulled again and again making the jacket tighter notch by notch, until the straps were distorting the canvas. She hugged her Boss squeezing her elbows together and managed to pull it one notch to the end. Before doing the garment up sealing her Boss inside the jacket.
“Don't worry, until the investigation is over that jacket is not coming off”. She took a step back and grinned, slowly walking around her bound superior enjoying the view.
After she completed a full circuit around her Boss she stood behind her. She put her hand on her bottom in an overly familiar way. Squeezing tightly telling her,
“I want you to struggle for me”. The Boss huffed into her gag, she tugged her arms left and right not making any progress. Not wasting much effort on the attempt. She was not enthusiastic about her chances verses the jacket. The accountant sounded disappointed in her, giving her bottom a pinch then hugging her waist.
“Go on, put a bit of effort into it”. The Boss lady complied trying to move her arms pulling left right back and forwards the jacket creaked. She struggled with all she had trying to force some movement. Pretty soon she realised that she was sweating from the effort. She was panting against the gag. It was very hard to get enough air in with the ball gag muzzle and stuffing. She struggled trying to budge the jacket in any way as a small victory. Straining to make some movement in the jacket. Her arms might as well have been set in stone, after a couple of minutes she had completely worn herself out. All the while her accountant had been cupping and caressing her ass hugging her. She had no way to move, no way to get enough air in. She was totally defeated by the garment just as it was designed to do.
The little lady walked around her Boss. Running her hands up and down the sleeves of the jacket. She reached forwards and cupped her breasts through the material. The woman inside the jacket looked a little bit distressed at this, she found herself blushing around her gag. The accountant grinned and tapped the front of the large gag with her finger tip. She went to the back of the jacket and checked the condition of all the buckles tugging them up and down, most of them had pretty much zero movement in them.
“That's a good girl, you can’t do anything and I can’t make it any tighter. It’s just perfect as it is.” She watched nervously as her accountant walked over to the box of supplies and pulled out an adult diaper. Her accountant held it up and stretched the waist band. The Boss realised some of the implications of being forced to wear a jacket and gag like this for a long time period. She squeezed her knees together in an involuntary action. The accountant took a step forwards, holding the item up and the Boss took a hasty step back in fear.
The accountant gestured towards the desk very slowly and reluctantly the Boss lady approached it. She could interpret what the hand gesture meant, but she didn't exactly want to comply. The accountant pointed to the table, she moved closer and placed a hand on her back.
“Now be a good girl and bend over”, The Boss lady glowered moved a little closer then seemed to freeze unwilling to move forwards. The accountant picked up a wooden ruler,
“Now do I have to get creative, or will you comply with our agreement”. The Boss lady looked down at the floor as her accountant delivered two sharp blows to her rump. Getting her to humiliatingly bend over the desk. She was embarrassed going completely red in humiliation around her tight gag as she saw the fluffy adult diaper twisting her head round. She begged into the gag, which was less than a whisper and completely unintelligible. She was bent over the desk ass up in the air. The ruler tapped the inside of her thighs and she spread her legs wide.
No matter what she did at this point she was still getting the diaper. It was an unavoidable part of her new uniform. The accountant held the humiliating item by the floor and the Boss lady stepped into it one foot then the other. It was rapidly pulled up her legs pulled in place over her crotch and hips. It felt like she was being given a wedgie. The accountant pulled it up as high as possible. Then it was taped in place tight around her crotch. It was a precaution as if she was going to interfere with it, not that she could with her arms held like this.
Then to add to the humiliation a pair of pink rubber panties were shown to her. Again, she reluctantly stepped into them. They were forcefully pulled up, a lot tighter than the first layer tightly clinging to the adult diaper. She was pulled up from the desk and the crotch strap was applied very tight. She gasped into her gag rising up on her toes. The accountant teased her loosening the strap then tightening it. She was soon starting to look very flushed very quickly. Finally, it was pulled to the last buckle giving her a painful wedgie. It was tight enough to make her whimper into her gag. She could hear a click as a padlock was added to the crotch strap. With the fabric bundle between her legs she was blushing bright red at this point.
The accountant smiled as she reached into the box and removed two thickly padded cuffs. Again, the Boss lady took a step back. The accountant waved her finger indicating no and stepped forwards.
“Now you need to behave, or I will have to punish you. Don't make me have to fight you on the last bit. You have been a good girl up to now”. The Boss lady looked at the floor embarrassed as the accountant bent down seized her right ankle and slipped the cuff around it. She spent a lot of time feeling up and down the woman's legs as she secured the ankle cuffs. The Boss didn't resist as the second cuff was put in place. Like the rest of the restraints they were put on her ankles very tight secured with little locks. They had a short little strap an inch or two clipped between them, limiting her stride to the most paltry of steps. The accountant rubbed her head against the bound woman's chest and reached around squeezing her rubber covered ass. The Boss lady tried to pull away but couldn't really fight against the tight restraints. She wiggled a little and huffed into her gag in indignation, she couldn't really do much packaged as she was.
Then her accountant with a grin on her face revealed that there was something else left in the bottom of the box. She pulled it out shaking it in the air unfolding it. Holding it up for the CEO to see what came next. The Boss looked worried, it appeared to be a canvas hobble skirt, where had her accountant suddenly gotten all these restraints in exactly her size after all?
“Now sit on the desk and lie back with your legs out, so I can package them properly”. The accountant tapped the ruler and the bound woman reluctantly complied. She had to lie back on the desk as the tight thick material was worked up her legs.
With a couple of heavy duty clips the top of the skirt linked to the hem of the jacket. Then the canvas could be laced tight at the rear. A couple of straps reinforced the garment on the thighs knees and ankles. Soon it was as tight as a drum and she could barely flex her legs, as she was helped to stand back up. She looked relieved that the box was empty. Then she looked at the woman who had just bound her up. She looked rather turned on, she bit the bottom of her lip and moved closer.
“With you wrapped up so tight like that I might as well just give all the restraints one more through check it couldn't hurt”. Her Boss looked very nervous as the accounts director advanced on her.
The next day the legal proceedings moved forwards smoothly. The Boss showed up in court strapped to a wheel chair ready for her hearing. Her accountant wheeled her in while her lawyer carried a file filled with expert testimony walking behind her. The wheel chair was purpose designed to be a strict restraint to prevent someone hurting themselves. The patient inside it could barely wiggle, a broad leather strap was pulled in at her waist. A twin pair of straps went above and below her breasts giving her a little breathing trouble. Holding her head a high collar pacified her. A broad strap went over her gag and a strap went over her forehead ensuring she had no movement.
Her legs were not spared. Straps went over her knees and ankles, there was even a clamp to hold her toes. She didn't have to fake her reaction to this predicament. The distress in her eyes or the twitching in her muscles against the restraints was convincing. Being restrained like this was no picnic, she had no way out and it was starting to get to her. Still she kept telling herself a few days or weeks like this in a hospital was a lot better than decades in a solitary cell in a prison.
It was a relatively short time for the hearing, the arrangement with the court was hashed out quickly. The Judge presiding was quickly persuaded to grant the lawyers requests under the expert testimony of several eminent doctors. The Boss would get a nice break from it, while her accountant handled her affairs. The judge sent her to hospital and had to enact the special provisions that the accounts director wanted. That would really slow down the government investigation. The Boss now had to put all her trust in her accountant not to screw it up. Her future was entirely in her hands. She kept telling herself that they had a good working relationship, that nothing could go wrong. The accountant kissed her on top of the gag and rushed off. However, she was still locked in the wheelchair. The chair started to move, the nurse pushing it looked at her the way a cat looks at a canary in a cage.
“Don't worry you will get the best possible care, the tightest strictest restraints 24 / 7 so you can’t possibly hurt yourself”.
After a short trip in an ambulance the nurses took her to a padded room. The Boss … now patient looked over the featureless padding covering the room. It was maybe eight feet square almost a perfect cube, this was going to be her new world for at least a little while. She was full of trepidation as she was un-strapped from the wheelchair and emptied out onto the padded floor, it felt like hitting a mattress. They bend down and started to work on her restraints taking the gag out. Just when she thought that freedom might be around the corner. She started to work her jaw thinking that they might release her. The nurses giggled then proceeded to stuff her mouth with a sock. She looked horrified as more second hand socks were crammed in her mouth. They put the main gag back in with the muzzle. They released her arms, but only to pull her arms brutally behind her back. Making her restraints even worse, tightening the strap up so she couldn't wiggle. She had the feeling that it was still going to get a lot worse before they finally left her alone to stare at the padded walls.
They worked together to swiftly remove the hobble skirt and crotch strap. She started to struggle against them as they moved her to a tiled room. They gave her a spanking for daring to resist, then a large volume enema to calm her down. That made her really squirm inflating her insides, they left her to wiggle like a fish on a hook for two agonizing hours before they emptied her out. She barely resisted as they added an unpleasantly large knobbly butt plug. It was a lot of effort to get it in using a lot of lubricant. On-top of that they added a tighter rubber diaper then cranked the crotch strap tight, driving it in deeper between her legs jamming the butt-plug in to the hilt. That was soon followed by the nurses repackaging her legs in the same hobble skirt. Making sure that there was not a hint of slack in any restraint. To test that they decided to start tickling her toes. It was a long session they watched her wiggle providing them with entertainment. As much as she squirmed and screamed into the massive gag she was not getting away.
Being a patient was no picnic, it was boring in the extreme. All she could do was sit there propped up against the padded wall and occasionally pull against her restraints, muffling incoherently into her enormous punishing gag. When It got to night-time they had a rather unpleasant surprise for her. They showed her a bundle of white leather like a bag. She tried to work out what it was for, she noticed two grommets like nose holes. Then on realising where it was going to go and seeing the grin on the nurses faces she tried to pull away. They giggled then pulled the tight leather hood over her head.
She tried to pull away or beg into her gag. She was far too tightly bound to resist. It was soon in place so tight it felt like a second skin added so she can sleep. She felt incredibly claustrophobic under it. She noted the pressure on her jaw one of the nurses was kissing her over the hood. They strapped her down to a couple of loops on the padded floor so she couldn't roll around. She was becoming desperate by then. Eventually she stopped struggling and wiggling and dozed off to sleep, at least they took it off in the morning when they came to force feed her.
After Two weeks of nothing but staring at padded walls with the daily interruption of a nice filling enema. The nurse occasionally coming in to check on her and make sure she was tightly bound the former Boss was getting really desperate. Then she finally got to see a doctor, she quickly realised that they were coming in to give her a message. Instead of giving her an interview or releasing her. She found out that her accountant had embezzled all her money and left the country. She would have pulled against her bonds in rage and frustration but they were already tight as anything. She could barely twitch and when she did struggle the nurses gave her a large freezing cold enema as punishment, she really didn't want that.
The plan had been for them to leave together, she was expecting a message that she was being released any moment. They should be on the plane and out the country, but no it looked like she had been left behind. Soon after that message she had an interruption in her daily schedule and she thought that she might be released. The nurses removed her gag, she thought that she was being prepared for a one way trip to join her accounts director. Instead of that she got a change to her gag. Instead of socks they used multiple pairs of the nurses used panties to gag her with then a giant rubber ball on a harness gag to cram them all in. A muzzle over the ball-gag then they put the hood on her, from then on it only came off to feed her. They started to treat her far worse and they forced her into a really tight hog tie when she slept, leaving her guts churning full of soapy water. Sometimes they would forget to release it all day. As well as taking liberties with her body teasing her squeezing her making her beg into her suffocating gag.
She was woken up early a day or so later, the nurses were suddenly around her like circling vultures. The hood was being pulled off and she was blinking at daylight for the first time in one or two days. The nurse in front of her, her primary tormentor … err career grinned.
“You are being transferred tomorrow, you’re going to be transferred to a much stricter hospital where they don't have any sort of rehabilitation. They just make sure that there patients are tied down as securely as possible. Gagged with proper gags bound in really punishing restraints and you are going there for the foreseeable future. I hope you like retention enema's and clitoris clamps, I just thought that you should know that goodbye”. They put the hood back extra snug, she spent the entire day and night struggling against her tight hog-tie. Straining her legs and arms screaming into her gag unable to escape her bonds. She had no ability to exert control over her fate and she would have to accept that.
The next morning, they mocked her again and then drugged her to make her pacified. Holding a cloth soaked in some solution over her face for ten minutes until she was as weak as a kitten. Then when they were sure that she could offer up as much resistance as a limp noodle they unbound her removing her restraints completely. It was the first time she was free in two or maybe three weeks. She had lost a handle on time. After a quick grope her new restraints were applied. She received an open breasted leather jacket that was really tight narrow and strict. It bound her arms up behind her back, wrists to shoulders really tight.
She quickly found that it was really uncomfortable strict and utterly merciless. There was no way she will ever escape from it, not that she had much chance against the last set of restraints. Her entire jacket was too tight, she couldn’t wiggle at all held in the fiendish creation. Her breasts really ballooned out of the tight holes that squeezed them at the base of each breast. When they were fitting it, they added jagged nipple clamps to really make her miserable. She couldn’t get them off she can’t shake them off. She couldn’t resist what they were doing to her at all. The back of the jacket and the nipple clamps got a large number of little padlocks added to them. To really make sure she couldn’t get them off, or have any chance to misbehave.
She was the lucky recipient of an even larger gag, someone had donated some really thick woolly socks that were stuffed into her mouth. They must have balled up five or six socks tightly together to create it. Once they forced the bundle into her mouth it was held in by a tight leather hood that incorporating a removable blindfold. The hood was laced up at the back. Her neck was held rigidly, the was some padding on the posture collar. But it still felt like she was in an armlock. On top of the collar they gave her some ear plugs that rather disorientated her. The rest of her body was no better, she got some rubber panties with intrusive plugs. The rear one was particularly dominating and spiky, the crotch strap managed to make it worse.
Her legs didn't fare any better, a mercilessly tight leather leg-binder, with heel less ballet boots under it. Her feet were in agony, like they had been pulled out on a rack. She really couldn't do anything like this. She naively thought that it was as bad as it would get. They went further and it got worse, switching on a low frequency vibrator over her clitoris to tease her like this. She desperately wanted out but couldn't get anywhere. No matter how much she struggled, she could feel herself getting aroused bound up like this. It was humiliating and she couldn't get away from the devilish stimulation at all.
She was moved onto a stretcher or trolley, it was hard for her to tell. Then swiftly transferred into an ambulance. They took her over to an airport in twenty minutes, she was swiftly waved through customs taken onto a plane bound for the other side of the world. It was an exclusive private jet, there was a staff of air hostesses. They added a harness over her torso on top of the usual seat belts. The dedicated professionals tightened everything up until the patient was pretty much one with the padding. She had no clue where she was being taken, but she kept telling herself that it was her accountant rescuing her. Paying for her to be smuggled out of the country. It was all just a joke, the accountant would meet her at the airport she would be free soon. She earnestly told herself that all of this suffering would be worth it. She just had to put up with it for a little longer.
Still her stewardess was not idle, she mercilessly played with her bound body the entire flight. The former CEO was struggling to get away but had absolutely no chance. Her nipples were pulled and licked and soon she couldn't tell if she hated it or loved it. She was edged tweaked and suffocated between her captors breasts. She was the plaything of a merciless sadist for the entire ten hour duration of the flight. After the first hour she was getting really desperate and surprisingly turned on. She wondered what her accountant would do with her if she didn't release her. Would she become her helpless bondage toy, she started to worry more intently the longer she was on the plane.
When they finally did land she naively thought that there might be some reprieve from her bonds. Briefly the hostess stopped touching her, she thought that it might be finally over. After they touched down and the plane came to a halt it began again. Instead of an end to her bondage and freedom the attendants meticulously tightened all her bonds a bit more. She seemed rather enthusiastic as she added some chains and straps on top of the lot. The Boss lady well she couldn't walk, after they carried her off the plane they strapped her to an electric trolley hoist. It tilted from horizontal to vertical with the flip of a switch. The high tech haulage device had a guide handle at the back. She had now been tied up like this for 24 hours it was really getting to her. She felt the entire contraption she was strap to shift. With a press on the handle at the rear that guided the hand cart. She would give almost anything if they would stop edging her and let her get some sleep at this point.
She was taken in a van to a register office, her blindfold was suddenly pulled off. This was a surprise for her. It took her a few moments to adapt to the light to look around. She realised that apparently she would be married to her accountant. She had no idea her former employee had those sorts of feelings for her. A bridal Vail was draped over her head. Her accountant was dressed in a white pants suit, she looked very commanding.
The Boss had no choice but to acquiesce, her accountant had her money and power of attorney granted by the court. It was an odd way for her to get her money back. Her accountant had technically stolen her fortune, now she was marrying into her own money. So, she had no real say in the matter, not that she would have necessarily said no given the circumstances. Her new wife just answered for her, kissing her on her gagged lips and slapping her on the ass. The blindfold was put back then she was taken to her new home. They were cuddling in the back of a limo, taken more accurately to her accountants new home.
She was raised up on some sort of hoist to the second floor to the master bedroom. Her hood was pulled off. Surprisingly given everything up to this point she was offered the choice of being unbound or to be strapped down to the marital bed and have her brains fucked out. She stared at the large collection of restraints and punishment equipment on the walls. She could feel a growing spark of arousal between her legs. She looked over at the toys and back at her accountant. Surprisingly she choose the additional bondage, there was a grin on her partners lips. The former Boss was soon testing her gag as the two of them were pressed together a Hitachi wand between them. It was not quite the way that she envisaged it going, but she is not going to complain. Not that her new mistress and dedicated carer or should that be captor. Would let her get a word past the all-encompassing gags that she would be wearing for the foreseeable future.
The End