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Subject: {ASSM} THE MANNEQUIN (bondage)
Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 21:10:02 -0500
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Hi.

This is my first attempt at writing a short bondage story.  Please
feel free to comment as I would like to do more.  

It is in word 97 format I will gladly repost it in other fomats if
people need it.

Cheers 

Andi

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                              THE MANNEQUIN

	       By Andi (andi@andiman.co.uk)
		Comments Welcome

     THE MEETING

	I still don't know what made me go into the shop that day.  I
think I was more than just a little curious.  Did I really want to
apply for a job in a shop like this?  I had walked past everyday since
it opened and the window displays always intrigued me, as they seemed
so lifelike.  These mannequins all dressed in rubber and leather that
was so tight and in heels so high that no one could ever manage to
wear.

	As I walked in the shop the strong smell of leather and rubber
hit me and I was greeted by a smart dressed lady of about 35 years
old.  She had neat shoulder length black hair and a presence that
scared me a little.  She was very stern how you would expect a
schoolmistress to be.  I felt nervous just looking at her; it made me
very 'on edge'.  I had noticed when I walked in that there was only
one mannequin in the window today.  She must have been dressing the
other one.

	"Good morning."

	"Yes, can I help you?" she replied in a rather flustered
voice.

	"Well I was interested in the job that you have in your
window."

	I stared at her as she started to laugh.  It was a sort of
evil snarling laugh, which you would expect from Cruella DeVille.  

	"It is a part time job." she sniggered.  "One day on and one
day off so that the four of you can work a rota system.  The pay will
be  5 per hour and you will start at 8:00am"

	I looked around and didn't see any sign of the other woman
that already worked here.  The shop was quiet except for a slight
constant buzzing from by the window, which I imagined to be the radio
or something.

	"Well do you want the job or not?" she raved.

	Well it was coming upto Christmas and I really could use some
cash.  "Yes please." I answered realising that I hadn't actually asked
what the job was.

	"Excellent.  Let me take some measurements of you for your
uniform and you can start tomorrow.  Is that ok?  By the way my name
is Theresa, but you may call me Miss Stevens"

	"Thank you Miss Stevens.  What does the job entail."  I
answered still wondering if I had done the right thing.  The shop
still gave me an eerie feeling that I couldn't explain.  As she
started measuring my body she replied "Oh, Just a sales assistant my
dear." Sniggering again.  

	"Have you ever worn Leather or rubber garments?" she quizzed.
"As the uniform will be made of them."

	"No, I haven't, but I have always wondered what it would be
like."  They are so expensive, I thought to myself, that I could never
afford to buy anything like that.

	"Well just make sure you're here at 8am tomorrow and you will
find out."

	"See you tomorrow Miss Stevens."  As I walked out of the shop
I am sure I saw the mannequin move.  It was probably just the draught
from when I opened the door.

	I didn't sleep much that night.  My mind was wondering about
this job and I still couldn't get over the smell.  It was so strong
and pungent but strangely arousing.  How would the uniform feel?  What
exactly would I have to wear?  Had I known then what I know now I
would have probably turned the job down.

     THE FIRST DAY

	6:30am 	The alarm didn't have to wake me.  

	6:35am 	I crawled down stairs and climbed into the shower.  

	6:50am 	I dried off and made myself a strong coffee.  
I was going to need it if I was going to stay awake for the day.  
	
	7:00am	I threw on some fairly basic clothes.  No point in
looking too fancy when I had the uniform to get changed into.

	7:10am	Lock up the house and set out for work.

	It was about 30 minutes drive from where I lived to the shop  
Which had its own little car park that was secluded away from the
road.  I pulled into the car park and found a spot easily.  I noticed
that there was already another car here so I locked mine up and walked
around to the shop entrance.  

	There was still only one mannequin in the window and the shop
was still locked, so who's was the other car?  After a short wait Miss
Stevens arrives.

	"Good morning, are you ready to start your new job?" she says
as she unlocks the door.

	"I think so.  Lets see how I do after the first day." I
replied as we walked in the shop.

	"First Day?  Oh did I forget to tell you that some nights are
also involved but these will be paid at  10 an hour.  Will this be a
problem?" She asked.

	"No." I replied.  Well I didn't have a social life; I didn't
have a boyfriend so I had nothing better to do.  "Nights are fine."
Wondering why she would need a sales assistant when the shop is
closed.  Maybe she wanted me to go out with her to customers?

	"Have you ever worn a corset?" she asked?

	"No I haven't.  Aren't they uncomfortable?"

	"Not after you have got used to them." She replied still with
that evil snigger she has.  "Now, please lay on the black bed in the
back room so we can get your uniform on you before opening time.  Oh
and here have a drink."

	"Thank you." I replied taking the cup of tea she had made.

	I drank the tea and lay on the bed as she had asked.  As she
started to remove my clothes I started to feel really tired.  

     THE UNIFORM

	It must have been a while till I woke up as I heard voices in
the shop.  "I bet Miss Stevens will fire me for falling asleep on the
first day." I thought to myself.  

	As I tried to get off the bed I felt restrained.  In fact I
couldn't move at all.  I was dressed from head to toe in leather and
rubber and my feet were hurting because of the high arch they had
assumed.  I was having trouble breathing and also couldn't move my
head.  There was also something completely covering my face with just
a small hole for my nose to breath out of and two small holes for my
eyes.  

	I tried to yell for help but I couldn't open my mouth.  It was
filled with that dental mould stuff and had set hard and with the mask
in place I couldn't even whimper.

	Shortly I started to panic, as I had never felt this helpless
before.  In fact I felt so scared at what was going to happen that I
must have passed out.

	When I awoke.  I was standing upright looking out of the shop
window.  I caught a slight reflection of what I looked like in the car
windows as they drove past the shop.  

I had a full face mask on which had a short bob of black hair
attached.  This mask came down below my shoulders and was made from
hard solid black plastic.  It looked as though I was wearing a black
rubber catsuit but the whole suit had metal rods running through it so
I couldn't move.  I had a pair of gloves on my hands that were made of
the same material as the mask meaning that I couldn't even twitch my
fingers.  And on my feet I had the most ridiculously high heels that
you have ever seen.  They were like ballet shoes but with a heel
attached.  These came up over my knee and again were made of the same
black hard plastic of my mask and gloves.  Finally, around my waist I
had a corset that made me look so thin.  This again was of the hard
plastic and attached to the tops of the boots and to the collar part
of the mask.

This of course meant that I couldn't move my legs at all either.  I
then noticed that I was attached to a pole that was fixed to the
boots, corset and mask from behind and at this point had a horrifying
thought.

Just how long was I going to have to stay like this and how long had
the other mannequin been there?  

I can't look at her, I can't talk to her.  Hey I don't even know if
she is still alive in there.  How does Miss Stevens feed us?

Just then I felt it.  If I could have screamed I would have.  I had
something attached in between my legs that was pressing on my clit.  I
also had something touching my nipples under this cocoon of black
shiny plastic.

     THE JOB

"Are you all right my dear?" the evil woman asked.  How was I supposed
to answer?  I just left myself to the fate I was in and hoped it would
be over soon.  

Each minute that passed seemed like an hour and I was feeling like I
was going to be here forever.  My legs had gone completely numb due to
the black cast boots that had encased them and my stomach was on fire
due to the tightness of the corset.  My mouth ached as I cried to
myself - I had to as no one else could have seen or heard me...

	The evil woman held up what looked like a screwdriver for me
to see and then preceded to turn these little hidden screws that I
hadn't seen.  As she turned these screws I felt my arms and legs
moving into different positions.  She moved one on my neck and my head
was turning to the left.

	That was when I had a chance to look at the other girl.  She
had a nice, long, ankle length, black rubber hobble dress.  It was
fitted to her like a glove and then I understood that I was a
mannequin.  I still hadn't been dressed and was already sticky with
sweat as I knew from the sun high on the window it must have just past
lunch time.  

	"Oh no, what the hell is that?" I wish I could have screamed.
I felt this thing between my legs start to move and the ones on my
nipples were giving me tiny electric shocks.  "What the hell is she
doing with us?" I thought.  I couldn't stop it, I couldn't move
against it.  My nipples were getting hard with the feeling but they
had no place to go.  It was like they were burning.  After what seemed
like an eternity it stopped, although my head didn't.  It carried on
spinning like a Ferris wheel for ages.  

	"Now to dress you my dear." She squawked.  I was really
starting to hate being called "my dear" but there was nothing I could
do against it.  I was held fast in the position I was in.  

	She had the smallest black leather mini skirt you had ever
seen and fastened it around my waist.  I knew I was a size fourteen
but his had to be no bigger than an eight.  No wonder my stomach was
on fire.  Then she had this tight leather top.  My breasts were
already looking very pronounced, as the corset had lifted them and
they were much rounder than usual.  After she had managed to stretch
the top to go around me it felt like I was in a furnace.  There was no
air conditioning in the shop and with the sun beating on the window I
knew I wasn't going to make the afternoon.  Just then the accessories
that had been so generously fitted to me started to come alive and
that's when I knew I was finished.

	"How long have I been here?" I wondered to myself.  From the
feeling of hunger quite a while and I really need to pee.  I opened my
eyes and it was almost dark.  

	"Time for your night shift my dear." She said with that evil
tone.  "But I thought you may need some refreshment and to relieve
yourself first."

	She injected me with a substance which she described and all
the vitamins and nourishment I needed to live on.  She had inserted a
tube into me to pee through and flushed out my back passage with an
enema.  

	"There you go.  That should keep you going for a while!" 

	A While!  How much more of this would I have to go through?
By this time I had figured that this was not a job as much a
kidnapping.  I was not free to do anything, say anything, in fact I
couldn't DO anything.

     SO DID YOU LIKE IT?

	I must have dosed off.  By morning I had had orgasm after
orgasm although to look at me you wouldn't have noticed.  I had sweat
pouring from me and I was gasping for air through the one little hole
I had for my nose to breathe.  Miss Stevens unlocked the front door
and came up to me.  Used her screwdriver to stand me up straight and
released me from the pole that had been holding me upright for the
past 24hrs.  She lay me on the bed and removed the leather skirt and
top.

	"How did you sleep last night my dear?  Not too bad I hope?
Well your first day is almost over.  You have a choice while I free
you.  You can have your days pay or you can stay on with us and come
back again tomorrow."

	I felt like screaming "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"  But I had found
it rather relaxing in the end.  Also to have loads of the people
walking past the shop, not knowing that there was a real person in
there.  Seeing all of their admiring glances at such an impossible
figure.  I wanted to see that again.  It had made me feel good.

	As she started to free my 'Black Plastic Prison' I stayed
still.  I did not run and scream (not with mouth still full of dental
putty).  And I waited. 

	Miss Stevens handed me my clothes that I arrived in and gave
me a cup of liquid that would dissolve the putty.  As I worked this
through I felt the sudden freedom hit me and realised how much I
enjoyed being helpless.  

	"Miss Stevens." I said calmly.  "I would love to come again
tomorrow.  But what of the other girl?"

	"She stays for a week at a time my dear.  As you can if you
choose."

	"Maybe, soon." I said thoughtfully.  As I turned to go home.
She held out a bag for me.  

	"Here you can keep the corset, skirt and top if you wish.  You
will need much more practise yet."

	"Thank you Miss Stevens. I will see you in the morning." As I
left for the day.

	As I was getting in my car I saw a lady walk into the shop.
Somehow I knew she would be there a while.  With a slight smile I
started the engine and drove home to get some much-needed sleep and to
think about next time...


				THE END!

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