WIPITUP Wednesday! Underwater #Bondage & #Cupping!

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It’s Work in Progress Wednesday. This week has been a bit of an animal. The latest microsoft office update lost 5.000 words of my manuscript due to an error/bug and calling their helpline proved worse than useless. The lady speaking to me was barely legible and all she kept repeating was ‘This cannot be a problem with the software.’ I hate to break it to you lady – but Apple support and me say, unfortunately it is – but I admire your company standpoint. When asked to speak to a supervisor, I was subsequently cut off and when I fired off an email, a last ditch attempt to reach someone who might be able to help, this has not been acknowledged or responded two within the last 48 hours. Microsoft make a lot of money in a year. An AWFUL lot. If they continue treating their customers like this (the consumer affairs website http://www.consumeraffairs.com/computers/microsoft.html holds an average customer service star rating of 1 for them!! Unbelievable!!) I wonder how long that will continue?

Anyway, rant over. I have worked double time to replace my lost words and hopefully the replacement’s aren’t too bad 😉 We’re getting ready for a spot of underwater bondage this week… all ready for Jenny’s visit to ‘The Aquarium.’ Ooh err!

Women shoes in black and white colour

The Ties That Bind

“Drink.”

She blinked her eyes lazily, not wanting to re-enter the real world quite so quickly. When a striped red straw was firmly pressed against her lips, however, it snapped her out of her head trip in double quick fashion, and as three fingers threaded the straw into her mouth, she guessed that she had better play nicely.

“It’s a protein shake. You’ll have to eat on the go, I’m afraid.” Jenny ended up snorting her first mouthful of the foulest tasting chocolate concoction she had ever had the privilege to inhale. Eat? Since when did you call a drink food? But she sucked it all up, mainly because she was ravenously thirsty and there didn’t appear to be anything else. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to drink, when your body was being roughly scrubbed all over, but somehow she managed to get most of the stuff inside her.

“Good girl.” The inevitable pat on her head followed and Jenny wished she’d saved a mouthful of her shake for the pair of shoes in front of her face. “Connor and Dale will be in shortly to re-spray you, but you’ll be pleased to know that all the black paint is gone. Several pairs of feet filed out in short order and Jenny had just realised that she hadn’t set her eyes on a single one of them. She’d been far too absorbed in herself, for the most part. It was unlike her. Not being absorbed in herself per se, but she was used to observing people in meticulous detail. Apparently huge orgasms and the dreamy sting of a scrubbing brush did funny things to her insides.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

Jenny didn’t need to look up to see who had just entered, but she did anyway, and lo and behold her two tormentors had come back to haunt her.

“I hear the carousel was star of the show, out there,” said Connor, chuckling. “Not only did you have Forbes admiring my delectable artwork, but you managed to attract the attention of Matthews as well. The others will be horribly jealous.” He laughed at her expression. “There’s no point frowning at me. I’m doing you a favour. Upping your price, isn’t that what this is all about? Don’t worry. By the time I’m finished with you and the liquid latex, you’ll be playing a starring role in the next round as well.” Jenny looked at him sideways and couldn’t decide whether his threat was a good one or a bad one.

Dale got to work mixing up some tins of coloured pain in the corner and began plugging in a couple of airbrushes while Connor placed a thick white napkin in her hands. “Hold tight, close your eyes and use this to cover your mouth and nose. There’ll be a bit of overspray, and you don’t want it going anywhere near you face.” That was all the warning she got. Her breasts were covered with the familiar sticky plastic of before and then they began spraying her all over in earnest. She was quickly covered from head to toe in wet, sticky goo. The first coat was a chocolately brown and they sprayed her from the neck downwards a total of four times before they were satisfied. The smell of ammonia assailed her nostrils and it wasn’t pleasant, but she guessed it could have been worse. Each coat required a couple of minutes to dry and Jenny could only squirm in torment at the stuff began to set. No one had mentioned that when liquid latex dried, it tightened quite considerably. Her breasts were feeling somewhat squeezed through the form-fitting fabric. She guessed it was just like having a ‘second skin.’ As the paint began to harden it moulded the contours of her body perfectly and no little lump or bump escaped unnoticed. When she was turned over they covered all of her bar a small oval shape around her sex and anus. Jenny was long past the embarrassment and humiliation stage. She didn’t care if they wanted to stare at her privates all day long she just wished they’d get a move on.

To be fair to the pair, they didn’t drag their heels. As the brown coat dried, they quickly brought out their paint brushes and covered her body in white stripes, making her look every bit the part of a zebra-esque marine fish. Their artistry was incredibly life-like and drawn in three-dimensional, textured detail. The speed in which they accomplished the feat was nothing less than astounding and soon as they finished, things began to get really interesting.

They had already prepared a hood to go over her head and this had slots for her eyes and mouth. It matched the colours of her body perfectly and fitted just as snugly as the liquid spray paint had. Then they brought her arms up to her hips and encased her hands in plastic tape, before inserting them in a rubber muffler, to rest at the small of her back. Webbed fins were attached by means of Velcro to her arms and flippers had been made for each foot. The first knot of worry began to take root. She was going to be dropped in a tank without the use of her arms, and her feet, even though webbed, would not be able to move far due to her chains.

“Ah, I see you’re coming to terms with your predicament,” said Connor, who was fiddling a small clear plastic cylinder and what appeared to be a hand-help pump. “If you want to move through the water, you’re going to need to flip your feet really fast to make up for your lack of range, and tilt your arms from side to side to steer. It’ll take a little practice but I think you’ll get the hang of it. You’ll have an incentive to do so, I suspect.” Jenny did not like the sound of that.

There was no time to consider the matter further, because Connor was coming at her with his small thin tube and a pair of scissors, of all things. “Have you ever heard of cupping before?” Jenny shook her head and narrowed her eyes. Unless ‘cupping’ was some fancy word for over-enthusiastic coffee drinking, she had no idea what the word meant, but she had a nasty feeling she was about to find out.

“This type of cupping is called ‘vacuum cupping’ and I’m going to be attaching your spines via these tiny cylinders, placed strategically all over your body. I just need to snip a little nick in the latex, get a seal on your skin and then pump all the air out of the tube and attach your spines. Leyland wanted to try it this way, because then you’d feel them moving as you swim through the water. They’ll tug and drag at your skin, and hopefully sensitise your body for pleasure.” He paused, letting his words sink in, before continuing with, “There is a downside to the procedure, I’m afraid.” Jenny’s eyes, which were looking almost Siamese in origin, narrowed further. “You’ll be left with a series of little red marks all over, or ‘hickey’s’ as you probably know them by. They’ll disappear in a few days of their own accord.” Seeing her dark expression, his mouth quirked. “Look on the bright side, Petal. You’ll have a delicious reminder of your torment for several days to come. You submissives like that kind of thing, right?” Jenny wanted to roar at him, but knew it would do little good. Clearly he had no idea of how she came to be here, and why would he? It wasn’t like they were going to advertise the fact, and her bleating about it wasn’t likely to get her released, unfortunately. She wondered if she should try, though, for old times sake. If she was headed back to Albrecht, and heaven help her if that was the case, using her voice to plead for release would not be an option. She decided to give it a shot.

“You know I’ve been kidnapped, right? My name’s Jennifer…” Both Dale and Connor burst into fits of hysterics after her first sentence. She had never wanted a brick wall so badly. If there had been one in the near vicinity, she would have smashed her head into it.

Connor was the first one to catch his breath back. “Whatever get’s you horny, Petal. If that’s the way you wanna play it, you go ahead.” The Siamese eyes were back, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. Watching as the rim of the first tube was smeared in Vaseline and attached to her back, she felt the pump being attached and felt, rather than heard, the subsequent pumps. It was a strange feeling, having your skin sucked upwards into a small tube, but not entirely unpleasant.

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5 thoughts on “WIPITUP Wednesday! Underwater #Bondage & #Cupping!

  1. OY, I feel your pain losing words on the manuscript! It seems like it’s so daunting to re-write – but you did a lovely job! What a vivid scene this is … I could almost smell the latex paint over here in Pittsburgh! Wonderful and colorful as always, Ms. Mandara! Always a pleasure visiting you! 🙂

  2. Oh, I really hate it when that happens. MS are just vile sometimes, but I bet your replacement words are better than the ones you lost. Another great excerpt too. Thanks

  3. You have an intense imagination, CP. I know of the zebra fish you bring to life in this excerpt. Her tormentors reminded me of a pair working together on face off. (A tv show where artist of this type compete) The way you show the spines being attached is marvelous. Bravo! Bravo!
    Sometimes while reading your excerpts I ask myself. “Where does she get her inspiration?”

    About micro soft and their customer service…. ~stomps and snorts~ I know how you feel and am sorry for your loss. 🙁

  4. Sorry you lost all that work. I would have lost my shit. This was an interesting scene, but I had to force myself to finish it as it triggered a small panic attack. I have a fear of water. Looking forward to next week.

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