Leaci usually didn’t swear, but she could have sworn she’d seen Yuno recently. After her lover, partner, and dominatrix went missing, Leaci was quick to go searching for her. The night of her disappearance proved uneventful. The second night was just as frustrating. One week in, she found her target - and much more, too.
A little time spent searching Yuno’s favorite spots brought her in contact with one man in particular - a man who explained that he had indeed seen Yuno, and quite recently too. Leaci thought nothing of him other than that he was a helpful ,friendly individual. She declined a ride and declined any other help, though she did make the mistake of sharing what her plans were. A few hours later, she was hopping off the bus to explore another of Yuno’s favorite haunts - and quickly finding herself grabbed and thrown into the trunk of some stranger’s car.
Her captor had given Leaci a rather fake name. That, combined with what felt like an eternity of aimless driving, was enough to make Leaci suspect that her abduction was more than a simple cash-grab. When she finally was let out of the car, Leaci was weakened, tired, and her fear had slipped away. She wasn’t resigned to her fate, but she was resigned to the fact that she was caught. The next step would have to be finding a way to escape. Maybe she’d negotiate? Maybe she’d simply play along with whatever he wanted for a time, and strike when the opportunity arose. She was already fantasizing about marching into the basement, knocking out her captor, and rescuing Yuno.
“My hero,” she imagined Yuno saying. “How can I ever repay you?”
The fantasy slipped away quickly. The captor brought her into the house quickly and quietly. It was clear that the windows were tinted, the walls soundproofed, and the doors covered in safety locks both outside and in.
It was also quite clear that escape would be physically difficult. Not only the trouble of calling for help or for attempting a breakout - she could handle a few locks or a barred window. Leaci’s heart sank when she realized that simply moving around was going to be an agonizingly difficult chore. She knew this the moment that she was introduced to “Sarah.” Sarah, according to her captor, was someone that Leaci already knew quite well. Presumably, that was his cruel, teasing way of reminding the two that the lovers were reunited at last - though unfortunately, not under their preferred terms. They were together as living trophies; embodiments of slavery and servitude. He’d dress them and bind them and torment them to his heart’s content, and he had no intention of ever letting them go. Keeping them together was now paramount. Leaci and “Sarah” were a pair. You don’t simply get rid of a paired set. You definitely don’t split them up… or let one escape.
It was rather a shock when she was stripped down and re-clothed. It was doubly so when she realized that it was this “Sarah” that we helping her to get undressed. On that first night, she simply was not permitted clothes - none at all. She was only allowed to look at what she could wear- what she would wear.
Leaci's preference was for clothing that accentuated her feminine form. She was proud of her curves. She enjoyed modeling garments for Yuno - always had, regardless of how she looked. Yuno was an affectionate friend and kindly mistress. There was something profound about the gentle praise she was given.
"Turn around, Leaci; it's a backless dress! You need to show it off!"
"I know you like skirts. This one is slightly different. It's PVC, for one, and it's so tight that I can see every cute little curve your butt has to offer..."
Sarah, however, never spoke. If it really was Yuno. Her nameless captor was insistent that she went by "SARAH." It's what he called her day in and day out, and it's what her collar marked her as. If it was Yuno - if - then she wasn't even entitled to her name. Leaci couldn't quite be sure on the first night. "Sarah" make grunting and moaning and mewling sounds, to be sure, but she didn't speak. Whatever gag that kept her inarticulate seemed to totally fill her mouth and gums. Her grunts weren't even slurred speech - just thick, lurid moans from behind a mask.
On the second night, Yuno returned, this time bearing clothes. Their captor - nameless and seemingly invisible - had commanded her to help Leaci into new attire.
It started with a dark suit. Its neoprene design was surprisingly thick, and designed for long-term wear. It was also tight - tighter than many things that she’d experienced as Leaci’s loving slave. “Sarah” helped her into it, and when she tried to resist, forced her into it.
“It’s me!” whispered Leaci.
The doll-masked slave simply put a finger to her mouth, as if to say “shhh.” Leaci nodded. It would probably be worse for them - worse for the both of them - if she resisted. Leaci was no fool. She knew that any sort of misbehavior would probably bring stress and punishment down upon them - specifically, on the other one. There was nothing quite so painful as being forced to watch a loved one suffer. Leaci resolved that she’d be good, at least until she could find an appropriate way to escape.
The dolled and masked captive showed Leaci the best way into the neoprene suit. Legs first, then pull it up; it was vaguely comfortable and warm, though it didn’t quite show off her figure like the latex-clad Sarah. Still, it was an experience that Leaci knew and loved. She adored the way that the thick rubbery material coated her arms and legs. She squirmed as it covered up her toes and arms, layering over her fingers and toes and all the way up to the top of her neck. The zippers were pulled tight, and Sarah applied sticky black electrical tape over all of them. It wouldn’t do to let her escape on her own terms.
Neoprene was only the canvas. The artistry came in the outfits that followed. Leaci was faced with her captors cruel desires from that very second day. He had decided that he wanted a doll to have, to hold, and to tease. The master reasoned that he could have a statue any day of the week - he could have her enclosed as a living trophy forever, if he so desired. But she was fresh and new, and he wanted to embrace and break her.
Leaci gave Sarah - or Yuno, she was starting to doubt her identity - the cutest and most empathetic puppy-dog eyes she could muster. It wasn’t enough. The servant gave her all the treatment and all the gear that their captor asked for, and more.
First came the black latex accessories. As if the neoprene suit wasn’t enough, she felt the new and tight gear placed over her outfit! That second layer was just too much. Her legs quivered slightly, fantasizing about more and more gear locking her in place. She imagined Yuno - the real Yuno, not this captive - having her tightly bound and gagged, using her for pleasure and pain alike. Her fantasy wasn’t too far from reality. As the suited dress-up-doll, she was given a pair of black latex leggings that went up to her thighs. They were stiff, snug, and made her quiver when she tried to stand. The most notable addition was a pair of cuffs around the middle of her legs as well, haflway between her waist and knees. It was matched by a pair of elbow-length gloves that slid over her hands and fingers, also with a pair of cuffs around the wrists.
The second was a chastity belt. Its silver appearance was a nice contrast against the dark, matte surface of her suit. Leaci didn’t realize how much trouble it was going to be.
Third was a hood. Leaci felt her throat well up. It was gorgeous; polished black leather with holes for her eyes and mouth. Several straps over and around it could and would be used to restrict her further. There was a head-harness to service the wiffle-ball gag she knew she’d be wearing, and a heavy padded blindfold to cover her eyes. Sarah guided Leaci’s hands over the hood as she slid it on. She was being forced to enjoy it, to touch it, to grope at the thick coating that would be her face for as long as their captor willed it. The cushioned blindfolded pressed against her eyes, the gag forced her jaw wide, and the leather tugged at her face. Moving in any direction reminded her of her predicament; there was no chance to simply ‘lose’ herself in its tight embrace.
The final item was the harness. It wrapped around her lower stomach, looped over her arms, and wound around her neck. Leather straps formed a nice web that offered plenty of contact points for buckles, straps, and locks. The captor, in a fit of “mercy,” decided that only one would be used for now, and that was the collar. Sarah placed a massive, heavy padlock over it, clicking it shut. Deep inside, Leaci felt a welling desire. She was helpless. There was something exciting about being helpless - about being totally reliant on others. The blindfold and deprivation helped. She wanted the surprise of being groped and used. She wanted to feel Yuno’s touch on her breasts.
She was treated to Yuno’s touch, though they were only to secure her further. A pair of long metal chains locked around her thighs and wrists. Her arms were pulled into the air and her legs were forced apart. She felt her knees buckle as the captor came from behind. He hugged her tight, grinding his body against hers. Sarah joined in the fun, and Leaci felt her lover’s latex-clad breasts squishing against her own. It was heavenly, and it was devilish.
“You’re my little toy now,” said the captor. And he meant it. For the rest of the day, she was permitted free reign of the house… but it was completely useless. Helpless and blind, she could only feel her way around the confines of her prison. Whenever she moved too far, the chains would grow taut and she realized the extent of her mobility. In the evening, the captor removed her chains and let her crawl around the den like a good pet. All the while, Leaci felt the cravings increase. She wanted to crawl up to Yuno and show her her rear, begging for her former mistress to remove the belt and give her the sensual release she so craved.
The second day, after being cleaned and dressed in the same outfit, the captor provided a new level of torment - a slim toy in her womanhood, and a vibrating egg against her nub. It was enough to make the sanest woman go mad. The teasing would become a numb sensation for a few minutes, only to suddenly grow again. Every time the wandering leather-and-latex-clad doll grew bored, Sarah would come to provide her with snuggly, squirmy attention.
The third day proved very eventful. She wasn’t dressed in the ambulatory doll outfit, but was instead going to be a display piece. The neoprene undersuit was left on the wardrobe as “Sarah” provided poor Leaci with the most wondrous leather enclosure she had ever imagined.
It started with a thick, boned suit; squeaky, polished leather that had been custom-made and carefully fit for Leaci. It continued with a boxtie armbinder, one that kept her arms out of sight. It finished with a massive hobbleskirt. Even if her arms were free - and, thanks to the strict straps around them, they were not - she wouldn’t have been able to easily remove it. And, even if she had a place to go - she obviously did not - the heavy leather skirt was just going to keep her in one place. Leaci started to blush as Yuno began polishing.
And it was most definitely Yuno behind all that gear. There was something in the methodical way that she polished her skin to a lustrous shine; only her partner Yuno would have spent so much time on Leaci's most sensitive erogenous zones. Her covered lips, her armpits, her inner thighs, her neck, her breasts; all of them were constantly being carefully polished and groped. Without a doubt there was far more grabbing and massaging of her leather encasement than could possibly have been necessary for a daily chore.
Being a leatherclad Leaci was fun and fine. It was somehow very theraputic, very calming to be silent and gagged and used as a living trophy. Later in the afternoon, Yuno came by with a blindfold - the master was having a guest over, and Leaci wouldn’t be permitted to see who it was. The whole evening she was a public groping station, clad in vestments that were utterly impractical for daily life but absolutely perfect for her new life as a slave.
On the fourth day, Leaci broke. She was given the doll-like suit again. All the layers, all the teasing, all the desire got to her. Yuno and their captor knew it, too. On that final day as her life as Leaci, the chastity belt was gone and she was given free reign to grind and tease and pleasure herself. Yuno joined in the fun as Leaci disappeared, replaced by a reluctant but squirming slave.