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Jessica Goes To The Bondage Convention (Kilogram)


Jessica Goes To The Bondage Convention by Kilogram

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Wannabe private investigator Jessica is back and hot on the trail of the ne’er-do-wells who caused the disappearance of Katrina Givens. Katrina is not the only young woman mission – her best friend Darcy has disappeared. Hearing that everyone involved in bondage is going to the bondage convention, she goes along. She should learn something, if she can keep from putting her lovely neck in every pillory she encounters.

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 7 / 2011

No. words: 39500

Style: Adult Suspense/Thrillers, Bondage/BDSM and Humor, Erotic Domination - M/F

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Chapter One

I don’t know what it is with me and stocks, or pillories, if you will. I started out locked in one, and every time I turn around, I find myself back at the Inferno Bookstore locked in their stocks in the centre of the store where every customer can get a gander at me. One day I would remember to ask them if my periodic presence did anything for sales.
I found myself waiting for a bus in front of a branch library, and though I don’t think I have ever been in a public library, I thought I would peruse the various books while I waited for the bus. I found a bunch with titles like “Stocks and Bonds.” I started to reach for one before I realized I was in the business section and those were the type of stocks and bonds I was used to.
I wondered if the library had a section for bondage.
That got me wondering about stocks and pillories and other such things. I walked toward the centre of the library, wondering where I could find information like that which would not bring unwanted attention to me. I could not very well walk up to someone and ask where I could find information about stocks and pillories.
I guess I could do that only I did not want the attention.
I decided to go to the old standby of using an encyclopaedia. The librarian, a girl younger than I was, stared at me blankly when I asked her where I could find one. She looked at the screen of the computer on the desk before her. Her lower lip stuck out further and further and the eyebrows came down to cover her upper eyes as she punched the buttons on the keyboard. Suddenly her eyes lit up.
“Oh! Those! They are over there in reference.”
She pointed across the scores of people bent over computers toward the far corner of the room.
Almost every book had something on pillories, but my favourite was the one with the woodcut of an old crone in one of those old-fashioned pilgrim dresses in stocks. Half a dozen people stood around her throwing rotten vegetables at her.
Well, all I can say is that I am glad no one does that any more. Now all they do is stand around behind me so they can see my panties while I am bent over.
I swear it was not my intent to get locked up in the stocks again. All I wanted to do was say “hello” to some friends and be on my way. Things have a nasty habit or turning out ways other than what I planned.
I had to go downtown to this special store to get some items for my business trip. As usual, I rode the bus, though I swear, once this case is over, once I find Katrina Givens, I am going to buy a car. I had been so busy that I had no chance to look for one, though the statement the bank sent me told me I had a lot of money in my account. The promise of a big pay raise had come through.
My name is Jessica Jamison, aspiring Private Investigator. I worked in the clerical pool for Carruthers Detective Agency when they pulled me out, promised to make me PI, and gave me my first case.
Why me? I was beautiful and sexy and naïve enough to get information.
The whole case hinged on a single picture of Katrina Givens, rather severely tied up and suspended. I say “rather” because I had been bound tighter, but I’m getting ahead of myself. The studio that took the picture was recruiting models. The advertisement was inside the bookstore so I had to go inside to get it.
Set right in the middle of the store was a set of stocks. It never occurred to me that they might be there for display purposes. My first time in the store was my first time in the stocks. My second time in the store…, well, you can guess.
I followed the photo trail to the studio where I met some interesting friends and became a bondage model. When I found a DVD case with Katrina’s picture on it, I moved on to making bondage videos and discovered just how many whacks on the fanny I could take.
My pursuit of Katrina was sidetracked when Katie, a high school frenemy, kidnapped me and took me to her sorority where they tried to auction me off to some of their alums. Katie turned out to be not so bad. She tried to rescue me but it took the efforts of one of my new friends to do that.,
The next clue I got was not as strong as the others. They invited me to go with them to a bondage convention. They assured me that everyone involved with bondage would be there.
I had to assume that “everyone” would include Katrina. I felt I was closing in on her. Thus far I had only seen traces of where she had been and what she had down. I just had to keep moving forward if I wanted to catch up to her. Even if she was not there, there might be a picture or video of her that might get me closer to her.
After they indicated they wanted me to go with them, they spent an hour measuring my body from every possible angle. Besides all the usual ones, waist, chest and arms, they measured the diameter of my legs and arms, my hips and waist every few inches up.
Without telling me why they took all my measurements that they carried them off to another room in the building where I knew they had a computer linked to the internet. I had other things to worry about at the time, such as the dungeon chains they locked me in.
A few days later, Maxine sent me downtown to pick up some outfits they had ordered. I put two and two together and figured out that whatever they wanted me to pick up had something to do with the measurements they had taken. I had no idea what they had ordered for me, or even if they were really clothing.

My trip downtown took me down the street where the Inferno Bookstore was nestled between a pair of other non-descript businesses. On impulse, I jumped to my feet and pulled the cord, telling the driver to stop the bus. I had to walk back about a block and cross the street, but I felt an obligation to say “hi” to my friends.
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Tina announced in a loud voice as I stepped through the door.
My eyes went to the stocks. My eyebrows shot up immediately. A skinny brunette sporting a ball gag and wearing a denim miniskirt was locked into them.
“Who is in my stocks?” I asked, regretting what I said even as the words came out of my mouth. I did not want anyone to think of those stocks as mine.
“A customer asked us to take care of his pet while he is in back,” she said, gesturing toward the back room where there were a dozen or so video machines. “He is a good customer. He stops by a couple of times a week with his little toy in tow.”
I wondered if anyone every referred to me as a “toy.”
Almost always, I was the one tied up. Seeing someone else in bondage was novel. I had to get a closer look and maybe, just maybe, do a little taunting. I wondered if this was what it would be like at the bondage convention.
I moved toward the cash register so I was past the pillory. As I stepped toward the stocks, I heard Tina coming out from behind the counter so I continued past them to the right. She moved up on the left.
The captive twisted her head about so she could look up at me. Her face showed no panic. I got the impression that she was contented being locked up like that. I wondered if her back started to hurt her after half an hour or so.
Contentment in bondage was a feeling I never felt. Maybe I was used to being bound in some manner, or another, so if I had nothing better to do with my time I just might tie myself up, but you have to understand, this was all part of my job. I was a private investigator. Well, I maybe I was a private investigator junior grade, but allowing people to tie me up was just part of my job. But I was never contented being tied up.
“How long has she been here like this?”
“Forty-five minutes. Maybe a little more.”
“After about twenty minutes, my back starts to hurt.”
“Maybe she had more experience than you?”
Since I worked out at a health club about every other day I doubted that was true.
She glanced to her right, toward the back of the store, forcing me by habit to look in the same direction. A man emerged from the backroom. What he lacked in looks, he obviously made up with money.
“Hank, this is Jessica. Jessica, Hank. Jessica is our resident bondage slut.”
I looked sharply at Tina, at first not liking how she described me. It did much, though, to promote my image as a willing bondage victim. With people like Tina spreading stories about me, no one would suspect my real reason to allowing myself to be bound.
“I believe I saw you in here once.”
His gaze went down to my hemline, making me want to jerk down on it to make it longer. What he had not said, but meant, was that he remembered the really short dress I wore when I was locked in the stocks.
Really short, like the one I was wearing now.
Looking up at Tina, he let a small smile play across his face.
“Why don’t we let Mary Anna out of the device now?”
I was certain the reason for releasing her was not out of concern for his little plaything, but so they could lock me in the stocks. I watched for a few seconds as Tina moved around to the other side to get to the latches that held the two boards together.
I had not come there with the intent of getting locked in the stocks. My intention had been exactly opposite – not to get locked in it.
“You know, uh, Tina, I was not planning on staying that long. I have to get downtown to pick up some things.”
Since I had no idea what I was after, I had faced this trip with a little fear. Maybe that was why I stopped by here. I guess I lacked conviction in my voice when I said that.
I took a few steps toward the door, but I was still on the wrong side of the stocks.
“Come on! Just a few minutes. For old time’s sake.”
She had such a plaintive look on her face I could not say “no.”
She was the submissive part of a pair. I did not want to be here when Sally arrived. She told me to do things and I just could not refuse.
“Just a couple minutes.”
They helped the brunette out of the stocks. Once Tina had the upper board raised, Mary Anna pulled her arms free and let them dangle down toward the floor. The man, Hank, moved up beside her, one arm around her waist and another on her chest. First he pulled her back, and then he pushed body upright. She winced when he did that, making me wonder if I had done that the first time I was in the stocks. Tina pulled her legs, but what kept her from falling over was that he held her.
“Come on! In you go!”
I swear I had not come there with the intent of getting locked in those stocks again, but I found myself bending forward, fitting my head through the centre pair of grooves, pulling my long blonde hair free so it dangled down on the other side, and then putting my wrists in the grooves.
Wham!
“Sorry. That thing is too heavy for me to hold long. I hope I did not pinch anything.”
That was one thing about Tina and Sally, and all the other people I had encountered since going undercover – no one wanted to hurt me. Well, no one wanted to hurt me accidentally. I knew they enjoyed spanking my fanny whenever they could. They would not hurt me accidentally. They might hurt me on purpose, but never accidentally.
This set of stocks had the means of securing the captive’s feet so she had to keep her legs spread and her bottom in one position. Tina was not going to pass up the opportunity to add one more element of bondage.
“Jessica, are you wearing panties?”
For half a second, I thought I had forgotten to put them on. Then I remembered that I had matched my panties with my skirt – well, you can never tell when colour coordinating might come in handy.
“I have a thong on.”
I felt a hand on my upper buttocks, almost the lower back. Tina jerked down on the hem. That was the problem in being locked in a pair of stocks – if you wear a short skirt, anyone standing behind you, can see your bottom.
“You certainly know how to flaunt it.”
The hand withdrew.
Busy testing the limits of my bondage, I did not hear Tina move away from the stocks. I knew she had moved when she appeared in sight off to my left.
As rapidly as she appeared in sight, she disappeared with a jump out of sight to my left.
“You can look, but don’t touch.”
Hank had moved around behind me. I guessed he planned on getting a little frisky with me but Tina’s warning stopped him.
An attractive woman in a pair of stocks might be an enticing sight to watch, but to the occupant, it became a long monotonous bore.
Two or three times the door opened to admit new customers. At least I thought they were coming in. I did not think anyone would leave, not as long as I was in the stocks. This was all speculation on my part as I could see nothing in this position. The footsteps moved around me, some moving right and others moving left. They seemed to congregate behind me but footsteps were always in motion so I could not be sure about anything.
“Why don’t you let me go now?”
Bound as I was, this was not my decision. Tina had locked me in the stocks; she would decide when I got free.


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Kilogram is the bestselling author of over ten bondage and bdsm novels, with a light tone and deep submission and humiliation.

 

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