Having It All by Jurgen von Stuka Page A

the narrow slot in the dowel, held it there and reinserted the ring. Once in place, the ring functioned well as a holding lock for the tongue because the ring was vertical and the slot in the dowel was horizontal. Patty whined unhappily, unable to use her tongue or, for that matter, talk at all.
    “Maybe if she knows a tongue-twister, she might get it out,” said Ellen, always on hand with a pun or a joke. But Patty was not able to get her pinioned tongue free and so it stayed there until Frank, ingenious fellow that he was, worked out an alternate solution that eliminated removal of the ring each time they wanted Patty to have a free tongue session.
    Here’s Frank’s solution: he took a new, thicker dowel and routed out a larger hole in the center, a hole big enough for the tip of Patty’s tongue and the ring to fit through with only moderate discomfort and manipulation. Once the tongue and ring were in place, a simple metal padlock was locked into the ring and there it was; a nice secure tongue holder for Patty and a lot less effort for Frank or Ellen, who both hated to exert themselves with their entertainment. A nice bonus was that the added thickness of the dowel stretched the girl’s jaw ever wider. Frank completed his head work with an unusual leather hood that was slightly modified to accept the ends of the dowel, and then he pulled the hood over her head and tightened the laces behind. He did this slowly, making sure each lace was as tight as possible and that the edges of the hood met in the center so that no hair showed.
    Finally, he started to substitute chain for wire, locking her to the chair with lengths of chain around her waist, above and below her breasts, around her neck and with many turns around each limb. As he locked the chest chains to the chair, it occurred to Frank that the newly discovered nipple and lower lips rings might be used to improve the set-up, so he threaded chain around each breast, and then locked it. Then, using short lengths, he put chain horizontally over each nipple, put a lock through the ring and the closest chain link and made sure that the breast was bisected by the chain. Soft, white breast tissue oozed out above and below the bisecting chain and added, what Frank thought was a novel look to Patty’s bondage. From the center of the breast chain arrangement, he ran another chain down and locked it directly to the pair of cunt lips rings, tight enough so that when Patty struggled to breath, the chains pulled on her lips, dug deeper into the breasts and pulled on the nipples.
    “Not bad, not bad,” Frank said as he tightened up everything, relocking key places around the girl’s nude torso. When he was done, Patty looked a bit like a chain mummy and was wearing some fifty or sixty pounds of chromed steel chain plus, of course, the odd-looking hood with the ends of the gag bar sticking out of each side.
    “Overkill perhaps,” said Frank. “But it looks nice.”
    “Eet eee guogh,” muttered Patty behind the gag and the hood.
    “Nah, not today,” said Frank. “How could we let such a fine example of the American submissive go now? Huh? Smile for the camera. See ya later.”
    Chained to the chair, naked, hooded and gagged, Patty spent a few miserable hours. She was so totally immobilized by the heavy chain that she was unable to get any physical sexual satisfaction. Of course, what was going through her masochistic mind was very different. She fantasized that she was being kept by aliens who were transporting her to their planet where they would carry out terrible experiments on her, sticking probes into all body apertures and scrubbing her mind dry so that she was little more than a vegetable. The inability to move at all enhanced this fantasy and she was getting considerable mental pleasure from the time spent in the chair. When all else failed to provide her with entertainment, she would slowly try and move her head, pulling the chains through her sex or taking a