Perspective 2 - Loren on one occasion loren had sat in her car opposite the spa, watching what and who goes in. it frustrated her a little that her appointment were not as frequent as she would have liked. She had watched from her car and from a small cafÃ© with tables outside, she had remained there till early evening. There were both men and women frequenting the place, though not as many as she had thought. Some were there for just a hour while at least two were all day, at least 8 hours. What could they be doing for 8 hours. She also noted that the youngish girl on the reception would sometimes place the closed sign in the door and disappear through the side door into mr c's clinic. Some where genuine paying clientÃ¨le, presumably there for the health spa, these were led through the door to the right, but most were not paying like her and going through the door to the left next to the reception desk. But this was 5 years ago and had learned not to ask questions, she walked briskly towards her destination. She was wearing tight latex knickers and a tight corset, she liked the feel of the hugging clothes. As usual she had the feeling of butterflies in her stomach which got worse the closer she got, her pace quickens. When she arrived the closed sign was in the door window, oh crap. She peaked through the glass, the receptionist saw her and came over to the door smiling. Sorry didnâ€™t realise the time the young girl says after opening the door to loren. Loren followed her inside, the girl was walking oddly, then took up her usual place behind the desk. Usual room she says gesturing to the door to the left. Loren hands the girl her small card that had arrived in the post 3 days earlier, you had to wait for the invite to arrive, there was no just turning up. loren pushed the door open and started walking towards the room at the end of the corridor, she momentarily wonders how jade will get on, it was her first visit today. She had set up this meeting between jade and the spa in a kinda trick, though she also knew jade loved bondage so it was a fair conclusion that she would thank her for this day, after all it was a birthday present. Jade wasnâ€™t due for at least one and a half hours yet so loren had plenty of time to enjoy her visit. There was music playing somewhere, she had never heard music before, not in here. She passed a partly open door where the music was playing, she paused and dared to look. She peered in, it was a scene from pulp fiction being played out, one guy tied in his chair being guarded by the gimp, while someone was getting a real hammering from behind from mrs c wearing a strap-on, suppose mrs c must be playing Z. the guy in the chair looked over to the door and started to struggle and make muffled noises to loren, she considered whether this was part of the act or maybe it wasnâ€™t, she quickly moved on as the poor chap getting it got louder and louder. She pushed open the door at the end of the corridor and walked inside. There wasnâ€™t anyone there yet, the room was empty apart from a small or narrow table with two beams either side. She stripped off leaving her corset and latex undies on, mr c can remove those she thought. By this point loren was feeling like she was going to burst, excitement and anticipation running through her veins. Mr c had entered the room from behind her, roughly grabbing the laces of the corset to prevent her from turning around, she felt it loosening, it falls to the floor. One hand moved down to the latex knickers,grabbing the crotch he tears them in two and pulls the elasticated top up to her middle, both sides of the knickers now just dangling from the elastic, he raises her arms and in one movement slips the torn latex up over her body, past her hard nipples and up along her arms tying her wrists together with them. With the elastic holding her wrists together he leads her to the table by the torn crotch, turned towards her, now with both hands under her armpits he raises her to sit on the table, moves one hand back to the torn crotch, raises it high so she has to raise her arms and walks around the table pulling her over onto her back. Mr c smiles at her and climbs on to the table, standing over her he lifts both her ankles so she is in a lying down squatting position between the two upright beams at either side of the table. While holding her ankles with one hand he reaches around one of the uprights and swings around a cross member which he lowers over the opposite upright. He slides it downwards till it presses down on her legs behind her knees and releases the hold he had on her ankles. He unties her wrists, the latex falls to the floor, he passes one arm at a time under the cross member, then ties each ankle to each corresponding wrist, he places both of his hands on the cross member which is still tight up against the backs of her knees and firmly pushes down., the upright ratchets down on its one way ratchet. Mr c now ties each ankle to each of the uprights. Loren entrapment is now complete, the only part of her body she can move is her head, he has left her head free so loren can see what is all about to happen. He walked around to the side of the table and pulls open a draw she had not seen, it was flush with the side so to remain hidden from view till too late. He removes a ball gag and nipple clamps from the draw, walked around to the top of the table and pushes the ball in to her mouth, the straps are tightened. Loren was not too keen on nipple clamps, but at this moment in time she doesnâ€™t really care. Thanks to her latex underwear she had worn on the way down she was feeling real horny, the latex had been rubbing and caressing her with every step, her skin now super sensitive mr c working in silence as usual just added to the atmosphere, what is he thinking, what is going to do to me runs through her thoughts. Loren watches as he walked over to a large cupboard, opens the door and wheels out a contraption of the most bizarre design. It looks like a trolley with a large wheel on the top. The wheel is not unlike a bicycle wheel only much larger. As it is wheeled closer and around the top of the table passed her head loren can get a good look at it, it appears to be a very large spoked wheel with a motor in the centre, around the outermost edge of the wheel there are a number of leather straps, each one fairly small by comparison to the wheel. Each soft leather strap is around 1/2 inch wide and around 10 inches long, the leather straps are just flopped over the wheel, looking inoffensive in there current state. It looks very heavy with a lot of large batteries underneath, oh my god what the hell is it she thinks. The contraption is wheeled around to the bottom of the table. Loren lifts her head, watching as the wheel is placed end on to bottom of the table, and switched on. Now its apparent what the straps are for, as the wheel turns the leather straps flail outwards, it makes the wheel look a lot bigger now. She watches, eyes wide open flicking from wheel to mr c trying to gauge something from his face, it was useless, he didnâ€™t return the gaze. Loren rests her head back down, the exertion of keeping her head up is making her shake, mr c takes the nipple clamps and attach one to each labia, gently pulling each one by its tether stretching her labia open and attacking the tethers to the outside edge of the table, any small movement loren had in her lower body was completely removed by the tension pulling on her labiaâ€™s, she dare not even flinch. A length of tape is then applied to her clitoral hood and taped back exposing her now tingling and throbbing button. Lorens pulse quickens and each breath becomes shallower as the wheel is now moved forward towards her, the leather straps getting closer, she starts to feel the air wafting over her as it gets closer and closer. The wheel isnâ€™t rotating that fast, but fast enough to ensure the straps stand out straight against the centrifugal force. Loren waits for the inevitable contact between her and the leather straps, but it doesnâ€™t come, she lifts her head again and sees mr c moving around the table towards her, another set of nipple clamps in hand. She is now staring intently at his face, again trying to gauge any kind of emotion has he approaches the top end of the table. Loren feels a burning as mr c rubs small ice cubes on both of her nipples, the cold melt water runs down her breasts, she feels electrified and alive, fear always present. Nipples now hard and erect the clamps attached and biting in, the clamp tethers are ran over the H bar and some where down by the wheel contraption. The tension isnâ€™t too tight, but enough to gently pull her nipples outwards and slightly downwards.