Kinktober #22

This is a Monster Girl Encyclopedia fanfiction featuring Gorgon by 87ClawDark.

Duct tape / Help

"Where is it? I know I have it somewhere around here!" Owen turned his dungeon upside down looking for the roll of duct tape his mistress for last night had used to play with him. He knows she gave it back to him at the end of the session, but he will need it again tonight yet there is no sign of it.
He gave a sigh. It looked like there was ****.
He had to bring this up with Victoria.

When Owen came to the dark elf village of Dorthore he had no intention of letting anyone dominate him, which ironically meant that becoming a subminatrix was the ideal arrangement. Sure he had to let monster girls tie him up, use him as furniture and make him eat from a dog bowl; but in the end he got paid very handsomely for it. More importantly, there were rules about what they could or couldn't do to him. Rules that did not apply to any captured man made into a **** of a dark elf mistress.
Owen didn't envy the man who would end up in this predicament. He had been told that eventually they all turn into a masochist who enjoys being trampled on and humiliated, but Owen couldn't possibly imagine this process being kind on himself, who had very little interest in kink of any kind. That's why he accepted Victoria's employment, and her protection, in her House of Subminatrix.

He knocked on the nicest doors in the mansion and entered the nicest room. Victoria sat down in her office, flanked by a stack of books on each side of her desk while writing up a letter. She was wearing her standard blue and white frilled dress.
"Lady Victoria, I..." Owen was interrupted by Victoria raising her finger up.
"Owen, is it of the utmost importance?"
"Yes, lady Victoria. I... I seemed to have misplaced the roll of duct tape I used yesterday, and..."
"Take another one from the supply closet."
"Ah... we got more of them?"
"I don't know... probably. If not, try something else. Some customers adore novelty and creativity. Use your imagination. Now leave, I need to concentrate."
"Thank you, lady Victoria." Owen closed the door. If it was one thing Victoria did not enjoy doing it was to repeat herself. Doing so may well earn him a session in her private dungeon.
He received the keys from Milly behind the bar, and after unlocking and entering the supply closet, he turned on the oil lamp. What he saw was quite the collection of various bondage gears and sex toys from across the land. Handcuffs, mannacles... but no duct tape. Not even one strip.
That's just Owen's luck. Victoria's advice better pay off.

The green skinned woman in a white toga dress tapped her tan sandal boots against the cobblestone floor of the dungeon corridor outside Owen's dungeon.
Owen opened the door to his dungeon for his mistress for the night and held it up.
"Welcome home, mistress Gorgon! Your dungeon is at your disposal."
Gorgon sighed loudly. She absolutely hated it when people were late for her engagements.
She hated it even more when people evaded her punishment by arriving on time, "I trust all my requests have been accommodated, ****?"
Owen scratched the back of his head, "Mistress..." if looks could kill the glare that Gorgon gave Owen when he said anything but 'yes mistress' would flay and incinerate him, "I, uh... ah... mistress, forgive me but... but there were other things I thought would excite mistress more..."
"And why pray would you think that?"
"Because... they, uh... that's how they excite me."
Gorgon's heart skipped a beat, and her smile reached from ear to ear. She stepped closer to Owen with folded arms.
"Oh~? Don't tell me my little **** was looking forward to his mistress binding him with his favourite toys?"
"...y-yeah, that's exactly it."
Gorgon pointed down on the ground, "Well, what are you waiting for then? Get on your knees and beg! If you grovel to my content and kiss my boot, then maaaybe I'll consider it."
Owen sighed, and stood on one knee, "Please mistress! Please truss up your loyal **** in bondage for your delight as well as mine!" He picked up her foot, puckered his lip and sunk his lip on her toe, giving it a kiss.
"If you insist then it would seem I am left with ****. Very well, this may turn out interesting after all."

Owen stepped on the platform attached to the open pillories and placed his neck and hands into the grooves. The pillory worked like a bifurcated stock attached by hinges, standing on a wooden pillar in turn standing on a platform. Once the sub got locked in place on the stock, he wouldn't be able to move away from his place without lifting up the platform he was standing on, which of course he couldn't do.
Mistress Gorgon closed the upper part of the wooden stock down, locking the young man in place. She strutted around the stocked man with her hand resting on her swaying hips and admired him from all directions.
"Well well, it looks like I've caught a little fly in my web. Get used to those stocks, little man, because now, you're at the mercy of THE GREAT GORGON, and... hrm. No, this won't do."
"Why? You were doing great. Isn't this fun?"
"It is. ,You look adequately pathetic and groveling. But I think I know a little more than you do about how these things work. Rather than the platform anchoring the pole, the pole is going to act like a lever for the platform. You'll fall over with the slightest nudge."
"Well it feels totally safe for me, and... woah!!" Just as Owen was about to fall to the floor together with the stocks, Gorgon caught him and pulled him back to his feet... or his platform as it were.
"Yeah, let's put that on the shelf for now."

Next they moved to the trestle by the wall. The trestle was more securely attached to the floor. Owen stood with his arms raised as Gorgon slid the round metal bar into the hole at the top of the trestle, pulled Owen's hand into a U-shaped mannacle and pulled the bar through the holes of the mannacle, then did the same for his other hand. Finally she inserted the bar through the other side of the trestle, before attaching a padlock through the hole of the bar.
Essentially Owen had been deprived of two dimensions, being able to move only to his left and right, and only through strifing. His hands themselves are suspended above his head.
"You know, bilboes are so underused, but bondage should be about controlling movement, not depriving it."
"I'm sure it is underused, that looks terribly uncomfortable."
"It's not that bad, now will my mistress leave her **** quite literally hanging here or..." Gorgon grabbed Owen's wrist and lifted the mannacle up, revealing a deep miscoloured mark where the mannacle was. "Yeah, I definitely am gonna need to punish you for trying to hide this from your mistress."

Owen was released from the bilboes, and picked up some uninflated life preserver. "It'll fit me when it's uninflated, but blow it up and it will constrict me properly." Owen pulled the bigger life preserver over his torso and arms, and another over his legs.
"Cute... but I fight against superheroes back home. I can't immerse myself in this if I have to tie you up with balloons."
"Well, it was worth a shot."
"Umph... I'm starting to think this is a waste of my time. Maybe I should just kidnap you to my lair and show you how it's done..."
At that moment there was a knock on the door, before it opened. The one who strutted inside was Victoria.
"Why hello there, darlings. Don't mind me, I'm just checking in on how _my _property and his client was doing."
"Not the best I was hoping for, I'm afraid. All I asked for was to have some duct tape action, but it seemed to be too much for this dunce to handle."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't find the roll of duct tape and..:"
"You mean this one?" Victoria bent down to the pile of clothes Owen had discarded and picked up the silvery roll from inside the hood of Owen's sweater. He became completely flustered.
"Oh... oh! I can't believe it was hiding there of all places. Thanks for the help, lady Victoria." Owen handed the roll over to Gorgon, who pulled up a long strip and beheld her reflection in the silvery surface.
"Oh yes! Finally!"
"Now you will of course be reprimanded for your inconvenience, and Owen.. I'm afraid you will need to be punished for this."
"Hah" Gorgon smirked, "How about we cut a deal, and you can kill two birds with one stone?"
"You have my undivided attention."
"I'll keep Owen for an additional three hours for no cost. That way he will learn to keep an eye out for his equipment, and I get to enjoy dominating my ****!"
"Very cunning, I like that. Very well, we have a deal."
The two mistresses shook hands as Owen tugged his collar.

Gorgon pushed Owen down and wrapped him in the silvery tape, as mistress Victoria closed and locked the door behind herself as she left, strutting back up to her office.
There are some things in this line of business that are... irreplaceable.