Bondage Witch Diaries: The Bodysleeve

I still remember the dream I was having. My dreams have always been very vivid, and this was no different.

I stood on a ledge in the wall of a huge cavern, so big I could barely see the far wall. My breath came in deep, nervous gasps, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel a long, light sleeveless dress covering me to my ankles. My arms were stretched above me, a pair of heavy metal shackles holding my wrists high above my head. Looking up, I could see a short, thick chain holding them in place that almost seemed to grow straight out of the cavern wall. I squirmed, my feet sliding over the cold, hard stone. My soft whining echoed faintly on the distant cavern walls.

In the shadows a creature stirred and moved slowly into view. Its long, serpentine neck stretched high over its body, and its wings filled the expanse. I immediately recognized it. It was a dragon, and its large horned head leered at me as it moved closer. Crying out, I attempted to move away, but the shackles held fast, leaving me helpless as the dragon’s hot, steamy breath blew against my face. I could feel its clawed hand rubbing my leg, up my thigh, across my stomach, cupping my breast. My scream echoed through the cavern as a claw sliced effortlessly through my clothes, and I bit my lip to stifle the sobs, a tear working its way down my cheek. The dragon was gentle, careful not to scar my smooth skin, and soon I could feel the hot breath against my bare chest as the fabric pooled around my ankles.

I began to pant as I felt the dragon cup my breast softly, the smooth side of his claw rubbing up against a stiff, sensitive nipple. A dampness began to emerge from my groin, and I pushed my thighs together in a vain attempt to hide it. The dragon drew closer, its long snake-like tongue licking at my cheek. Our eyes met, and I could see my own frightened arousal matched with a burning desire. Warm, scaly skin touched against my damp groin, making me gasp loudly as erotic energy shot through my body. I arched my back, pulling heavily against the shackles as the dragon began to rub my arousal, loud moans echoing through the cavern. Glancing down to see the tip of the dragon’s long tail rubbing against me, I slowly parted my legs and began to hump it. My breath came in short gasps, and I was finding it incredibly hard to breath.

The scene began to fade. My wonderful, erotic dream was destined not to last as my mind pulled my attention away to face a new predicament.

My difficulty breathing was no dream. I could feel a tightness around my chest that prevented me from taking deep breaths, and my heart started pounding as I began to panic. My eyes flickered open but I couldn’t see anything. I blinked them a couple times, only to be greeted by the same inky blackness I saw when they were closed. Moaning, I could feel a large leathery mass in my mouth which my tongue could not dislodge. My arms felt like they were wedged tightly underneath me. I tried to move them, but they would not budge. They were fused together, elbow touching elbow near the small of my back. Trying to sit up, I only found out that the tightness around my chest extended down over my waist. Only my legs would move, and only as a single clumsy limb. I thrashed them about, writhing back and forth in an attempt to make sense of what had happened.

I was gasping for air. It felt like my waist  was tightly compressed. I realized with a shock that if I didn’t calm myself down, I could find myself in much more trouble. I did my best to lay still and frantically tried to get my breath back under control. Finally taking several deep breaths, I managed to slow my pounding heart and did my best to take stock of my predicament.

Pressing my fingers against the outfit, and feeling it rub and slide on my skin, if felt somewhat familiar. It finally dawned on me: I was cocooned in tight yet supple leather. Despite the fact that the outfit seemed very rigid in several places and quite tight around me, it didn’t chafe and felt soft and comfortable. Well, as much as being this tightly bound can be called comfortable!

I noticed that I could bend my legs easily, so I wasn’t hogtied or anything, but I was completely unable to separate them. My feet felt forced down, as if in a ballet en-point. Pushing against the bed I could feel no heel, and I groaned to myself as I realized that standing would be impossible.

Focusing my attention to my hands and arms next, I pressed my fingertips together and tried to push my wrists and arms out. This proved useless, the outfit or whatever it was would not budge a single bit. Moving up to my elbows, I tried to roll my shoulders in an effort to slide one or the other of them out, but this too proved fruitless and only served to wear me out. I tried to relax my arms. I am very lithe, and I can touch my elbows behind my back fairly effortlessly, so the position was not overly uncomfortable. It was just very restrictive, and I knew I was helpless as long as I was bound like that.

I had no way of telling exactly how tight it was, but my waist felt compressed, as if corseted, from the top of my hips to the bottom edge of my breasts. This explained the trouble I was having breathing, and any exertion forced me to take short, quick gasps to catch my breath. In addition to being quite tight it was also stiff, preventing me from bending or twisting my waist more than a slight budge.

My neck seemed to be held in a similar fashion. I tried to tilt and turn my head, but I could only budge it very slightly. Something like a high, stiff collar covered my neck from shoulders to jawline, making it near impossible to move my head. Not that moving my head would have helped any. I could feel the suit covering my head like a hood, blinding me and keeping me from dislodging the large leather wad in my mouth.

As I was getting used to the loss of vision, another thing struck me. Silence. My hut is rarely, if ever, completely silent. Crows, songbirds, and bumblebees during the day. Frogs, toads, and crickets at night. I have grown used to the constant noise and even have even come to enjoy it. But I heard nothing now, and the silence was jarring. I could still feel my familiar feather mattress under me, so I was pretty sure I was still in my hut, and guessed that the hood served to block out sound as well as light. I was blind, deaf, and dumb, and that realization made me whimper into the gag.

As my mind finally woke it was becoming clear that I was completely and utterly stuck. I moaned, softly into my gag, stretching and tugging against my bondage, but it was no use. Nothing would so much as budge. I was helpless.

It didn’t help things that I had awoken incredibly horny. The dream had left me aroused, and I could feel a heavy dampness between my legs that I knew was more than just sweat. I rubbed my thighs together in a decidedly unsatisfying attempt to quell my desire. A pathetic, muffled whimpering escaping my lips, but there was nothing else I could do.

I rolled over onto my stomach, my muttering muffled by the large wad stuffed in my mouth. I continued to struggle, pushing myself to my knees in an effort to right myself only to fall back to my side on the bed. I rolled onto my back, stretching my legs up in the air, then onto my stomach again, bending my legs back to touch my buttocks. I squirmed and struggled in a vain attempt to find something, any imperfection in the suit that would allow me to escape. It was no use. My chest was heaving again, and I stopped to catch my breath.

Slowly but surely I was coming to accept my fate. This is not the first time I’ve woken up in bondage, and I’ve noticed a pattern. I wake up and panic, then realize my situation and struggle, only to come to terms with my situation and wait for a release. This time was no different, and I finally settled onto my bed, idly rolling from my back to my side and stomach. It was finally becoming clear to me. Once again, I was held captive by that cursed book. I was a prisoner of the Codex Captivitas.

Special thanks to my dear and wonderful sis Lex, without whom this story wouldn’t have turned out near as good as it has.