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Kirsty: A descent into slavery –\nPart 1

By The\nPagan Writer

Story Codes: F+/f+; anal; gag; bond;\nbuttplug; corset; hood; mitts; ringgag; boots; heels; catsuit; dildo;\ndomme; armbinder; rubber; latex; leather; pain; cons; reluctant; nc;\nXXX

Synopsis: Kirsty is a powerful\nbusinesswoman but she harbours fantasies of submission and wants her\ndecisions made for her. She makes contact with an establishment which\nwill fulfil her submission desires. She is to be trained in rubber\nservitude and to become the lowest of the low in a mansion full of\ndeviants.

Kirsty, a\ndescent into slavery – Chapter One

Arrival

The car with the blacked-out windows\nhad been waiting for her when she left the station. A chauffeur in a\ndark uniform opened the rear door for her after confirming her name,\nKirsty Rackham; he said nothing else. She got in, the door closed and\nlights came on enabling her to see the sumptuous leather seating. The\nwindows were blacked-out and there was an opaque panel that prevented\nher seeing the driver or where they were going and the only thing in\nthe rear seat was a current national newspaper which Kirsty glanced\nat during what she guessed was journey of about forty minutes. She\nknew only her destination railway station but nothing more about the\nestablishment to which she was headed. She was acutely aware that the\nwhole journey to this point had been carried out with her wearing\nonly a short coat and a pair of shoes and any breeze reminded her of\nher newly shaved privates. With her attractive face and blonde,\nbobbed hair, her fairly obvious lack of clothing and court shoes, she\nmet with many sideways glances from newspaper-reading businessmen and\ndisapproving women during her journey; it was relief to be in the\nrelative safety of the car. This was how she had been ordered to\ntravel and, with trepidation, she had carried out the instructions to\nthe letter.

Eventually, the car stopped and the\ndoor was opened, she squinted in the sunlight as she got out. The\ndriver closed the door behind her and without another word, resumed\nhis place behind the wheel before driving the car away down the\ngravel drive, leaving Kirsty facing the front door of a large\nlate-Tudor mansion. She wasted no time and with excitement and\ntrepidation building she climbed the five steps up onto the columned\nporch and approached the door, her letter of introduction removed\nfrom her coat pocket.

There was a large door knocker in the\nshape of a lion with a ring held in it’s mouth and she reached up\nand lifted the ring, letting it drop against the metal striker plate.\nThe noise was huge and she could hear it echo through what she\nassumed must be a large hall inside. She knocked three more times as\ninstructed and waited, and waited. Some five minutes elapsed and she\nlifted the knocker again, letting it drop, the noise again echoing\ninside.

“Oh dear”, said a voice behind\nher. She jumped in surprise and turned to see what looked like a\nstable girl, dressed as she was in wellies, jodhpurs and woolly\njumper. “That isn’t going to go down too well.” The stable girl\nhad black hair tied in a pony tail and was in her late thirties, she\nhad a sternness about her demeanour.

“I didn’t see you,” said\nKirsty, “You surprised me. What isn’t going to go down too well?”

“Well, didn’t your instructions\ntell you to knock four times then wait?” said the girl.

“How do you know that? And anyway I\ndid it because I didn’t think anyone had heard me.”

“What, with that fucking great\nknocker?!” said the stable girl. “Oh well, no point in hanging\nabout now is there.”

She reached past Kirsty and gave the\nknocker six or seven loud knocks. “I’ll bet they heard that!”

Kirsty had the feeling that indeed,\nall was not well. She heard a tapping noise from inside, seemingly\nsome distance away. Turning round she saw the stable girl walking\naway. The tapping got louder, someone was walking to the door and\ntaking their own sweet time about it. There was a rattling of locks,\na moving of chains, a pause and then the door slowly opened revealing\na figure that had Kirsty feeling a little weak at the knees and with\nbutterflies in her stomach.

The woman before her was wearing\nlittle in the way of clothing and this was no traditional maid. On\nher feet she wore court shoes with what must have been five inch\nheels. Bands were attached to her ankles and an eight inch chain\nstretched between them. Below and above her knees straps were\nattached and joined her legs with five inch chains. Her flesh was\ntightly compressed with a series of straps, running around her waist,\nher hips and her upper thighs and a thick one connecting front to\nback between her legs where Kirsty could see two tubes with rubber\nbulbs hanging down. She wore a tight waspie corset made of leather\nand her breasts were exposed but each with a rubber strap around the\nbase causing each breast to be globe-like. From bars pierced through\nher nipples hung inch-long heavy weights which would have pulled her\nbreasts downwards were it not for the other chains also attached to\nthe nipple bars which connected to a series of eight rings in her\nlips in a circle around her mouth so that she was effectively holding\nthe weight of her breasts with her face, her lips pulled and\nobscenely distended. Her tongue protruded and was held out of her\nmouth by piercings up both sides and one in the centre, all of which\nwere also attached to the lip rings; she drooled constantly onto her\nbreasts. The girl had no hair. Her hands had been bound in rubber\nstrips in such a way that her thumbs were taped across her palms and\nher other fingers bound into pairs giving the impression of only two\nbroad fingers on each hand. Without the use of her thumbs there\nwasn’t anyway in which she could undo any of her fastenings and she\ncould hardly bend the fingers she had available, such was the\ntightness of the bondage. Her wrists had bracelets attached via\nchains to a tall, stiff leather collar which kept her head held\nerect. Over her eyes she wore a pair of darkened, circular goggles so\nKirsty could not see the colour of the irises.

She spoke.

“Or lether?” Drool spilled from\nher mouth, some dropping onto her breasts some running down the\nchains towards her nipple rings. She slurped, trying to minimize the\nflow.

Kirsty looked quizzical until the\nwoman pointed with one set of bound fingers to the paper she had in\nher hand. Kirsty handed the letter over, the woman spent a minute\nopening it with difficulty. She dropped the envelope to the ground\nand looked at the writing and spent a minute reading before also\ndropping the letter.

“Your coe.” More drool fell as\nthe girl pointed at her coat. Kirsty understood this time and\nwondering if she had done the right thing in coming here, she took\noff her coat and stood there wearing only her shoes.

“Ho coe ow.” She pointed at\nKirsty’s coat and then towards the gravelled courtyard. Kirsty\ndropped the coat behind her.

“Hoose,” said the girl, pointing\ndown. Kirsty bent down, removed her shoes and turning, threw them out\nonto the gravel drive; she was naked. No makeup, no clothes, only her\ndesire to serve.

“Ing.” said the girl, and stood\nto one side. Kirsty came in and the girl closed the door behind her.

“Hon aw eees, thorhead on the\nthoor!” she instructed, pointing at the tiles in the hall. “Hans\nehind hoo and hay hill”.

Kirsty paused for a moment trying to\nwork out what the girl meant by her almost unintelligible sounds and\nthen understanding, she got down on her knees and leaned forward\nputting her forehead on the floor, her short, bobbed hair falling\nforward, she put her hands behind her. She sensed the girl getting\ndown beside her and felt wetness on her back, presumably where the\ngirl was dropping saliva on her. She felt the girls hand stroking her\nback, smoothing the drool over her and leaving a cold trail wherever\nher hand went.

Kirsty was just feeling obedient. She\nwas being given instructions instead of having to give them as in her\njob where people waited for her to decide their actions. Now she was\nrelieved of the constant strain her working life was putting on her,\nher sole job for the next four months was to do what she was told. No\nexcuses, no reasons, just do it and shut up. She already felt the\ncares of her world falling away.

The girl stood up and walked away,\nher shoes tapping on the floor, her buttocks swinging to compensate\nfor the short chains holding her legs, the rubber bulbs slapping\nagainst her thighs. At the end of the wide hall, at the base of the\nleft-side, curved staircase, she turned and placed her back to the\nwood-panelled wall; she said nothing more.

Kirsty turned her head and could see\nthe girl standing there motionless, her hands resting on the chains\nrunning from her collar, drool occasionally dripping from her\ndistended mouth. Occasionally she would slurp and pulled her head\nback, tugging on her nipple piercings.

Kirsty wondered what she should do.\nThe girl had said stay and after the cryptic words of the stable girl\nregarding the knocker she decided to remain in position. She did\nhowever lift her head and look around the hall with it’s oak\npanelling, it’s curved staircase and the stone-tiled floor,\nmarvelling at the opulence.

She wondered if her friend, Josie,\nhad been to this place as it was her who had put her in touch with\nthis secretive organisation. She had said a friend of a friend knew\nof a place where people like Kirsty could go for a long-overdue\nwork-break after she had confided in her during a drunken evening in\nthat her work was getting her down.

‘People like me’ thought Kirsty,\n‘people in power but powerless to help themselves, submissive\npeople in dominant positions’. Kirsty had confided in Josie about\nher desire to submit and Josie had comforted her in a way that only\nJosie could, by taking her to her bed. “I could dominate you,”\nJosie had said, “but you need more. You need to know what\nsubmission is like and I can’t do that here, you need to contact\nthese people, they can help.” Josie had handed her an\nexpensive-looking card with an embossed phone number on it, nothing\nelse, and after weeks of deliberation had called it. The call was\nanswered by a woman who took her name, her address and a few details\nabout her situation and she was told she would receive a letter. She\nwould have to do everything in the letter on the specified date. She\nwas to take four months off and make arrangements to disappear on an\noutward bound course that would take her out of touch with all that\nshe knew. Once she arrived at the mansion there would be no turning\nback, she would not be allowed to leave under any circumstances and\nher sole task was to obey any instruction she was given by anyone.\nShe would have no freedom, no days off, everything would be\nprescribed for her, she had only one thing to do – obey.

She thought almost an hour must have\npassed, her back was aching and she constantly moved her head from\nside to side to ease the strain on her neck, how much longer? She\nthought about getting up and if the other girl hadn’t been there\nshe probably would have, but she was still there, occasionally\nshuffling to ease her limbs but generally stationary, and very\ndrooly.

Five more minutes passed and at last\nKirsty heard the noise of a door closing upstairs somewhere.\nFootsteps on wooden floors echoed faintly in the distance, the\nfootsteps stopped, as if they had occurred on carpet and Kirsty heard\na door open, a pause, then close. The footsteps got louder and came\nnearer, she could hear them halt at the landing at the top of the\nstairs. Kirsty put her forehead to the floor again and waited.

“It’s a little late for that.”\nsaid a woman’s voice. Kirsty took a breath, it was the voice of the\nthe stable girl. The voice that now echoed through the hall,\nreflected by the wood panelling.

“You were told to put your forehead\nto the floor and stay but you have spent at least the last half an\nhour looking around; your only saving grace is that you haven’t\nactually moved from your position. So far you have failed to use the\ncorrect number of knocks and you have failed to remain in position.\nThese failings have been noted and may be dealt with in due course.\nSit back up, keep your hands behind you, do not get up, and stay\nstill. You may look at me”.

Kirsty pushed herself up using her\nforehead and sat back on her calves, feeling the strain in her back\ndissipate. She looked up at the landing and stared at the woman.

A vision of beauty stood there,\nbarely recognizable as the stable girl she had seen outside. Her\nblack hair had been pulled back and tied up. Her dark eyes looked out\nfrom a beautiful, long face with pointed jaw. Around her slender neck\nshe wore pearls, her dress a blue, couture, evening affair with\nplunging neckline, split to the thigh and with high-heeled shoes\nbarely visible beneath the hem, quality black leather gloves adorned\nher arms to her biceps, seemingly painted on such was their fitting.\nShe walked down the staircase, moving with slow, deliberate steps,\ndraping a wrist over the wooden banister, never taking her eyes of\nKirsty’s naked form. As she reached the bottom her hand reached up\nto the drooling girl and stroked her mouth, letting a leathered\nfinger trace a line down one of the chains to her breast. She pulled\nthe chain to the side causing the girls mouth and nipple to pull with\nit; drool spilled from the girls mouth, some of it onto the woman’s\nglove. The woman wiped the glove on the girl’s thigh then reached\ndown to the bulbs and squeezed each of them slowly. The girl moaned\nas whatever was inside her vagina and anus swelled once again. The\nwoman placed a leather-clad finger deep into the girls mouth and\nmoved it in and out a few times. A last tweak of a chain and she\nmoved languidly towards Kirsty.

She said nothing but pushed the\nwetted leather finger at Kirsty’s lips, Kirsty opened her mouth and\nthe woman pushed her finger in letting the other girl’s saliva mix\nwith her own. She left her finger there, not moving it. Kirsty didn’t\nknow whether or not to move her tongue, or take more of the finger\nin. She did nothing.

The finger stayed still for a whole\nminute but seemed to Kirsty to be an eternity, then it was withdrawn\nand wiped on her cheek.

“At last, some understanding of\nwhat you are required to do, and that is?”

“To obey”.

“Indeed, to obey.” The woman’s\nhand slapped Kirsty across the face with such force that Kirsty fell\nto the side. “Get up, resume your position! In future you will be\nmore deferential, you will address me as Madam Omega. That slap was a\nreward for you knocking the wrong number of times when you arrived.\nThere is no pleasure here except that which we bestow on you or allow\nyou to take. That pleasure will not be free, everything here has to\nbe paid for with discomfort, restriction, work, pain and blind\nobedience.”

Kirsty wanted to rub her burning\ncheek as sat back up, she could feel the finger marks Madam Omega had\nleft there but placed her hands behind her back instead.

“You,” she turned to the drooling\ngirl, “get yourself to matron and have the chains removed, you will\nretain all the new lip piercings. Have matron replace them through\nthe hood, I think that will be most becoming. And if you ever spit at\na mistress again I will sew up your mouth for a year. Clear?”

“Eth aham oega.” The girl\ncurtsied as best she could and hobbled down the hall under the stairs\nand through a door at the end; a large puddle of drool remained where\nshe had been standing.

She turned back to Kirsty.

“You will go up the stairs, and\nalong the corridor at the top to the fifth door on the right where\nyou will enter. Another set of stairs will take you to the second\nfloor, the door at the end of that hallway next to the rear stairs\nwill be your room. On the bed you will find some items of clothing,\nyou will dress in them to the best of your ability and someone will\nbe along in one hour to finish you. Do not open any of the drawers,\ncupboards or wardrobes. You are presently unrestricted, enjoy it, it\nwill not last. Go.”

Kirsty started to move but she\nremembered the pierced girl. She curtsied, “Yes Madam Omega”. She\nran off up the stairs, her naked breasts bouncing, feeling rather\npleased with herself.

Madam Omega watched her go then moved\nto a lever on a stone support by the front door and pulled it down.\nThere was a hissing noise and two wall panels, one at at the foot of\nthe staircase, one under the landing, rotated. The paintings on the\npanels had been replaced with two living, rubber-clad women, dressed\nhead to foot in the tight material. They hung in metal frameworks\nthat held them off the ground at forty-five degrees with their arms\nbehind them, their high-heeled feet and calves bent up and bound\nagainst their thighs, their rubber-covered breasts strapped in\nharnesses pushed upward by the black corsets they both wore, their\nheads invisible under rubber hoods that had no eye or mouth holes.\nBlack tubes came from their nostrils running over their shoulders and\nout of sight behind their backs. Madam Omega walked to one and\ntouched one of the bound women’s breasts. The figure moaned through\na hidden gag, squirming against her bonds and at the same time the\nfigure on the other side of the room jerked up and down against hers.\nImmediately the closer figure began jerking too, the moans turning to\nmuffled shrieks. Madam Omega withdrew her hand and after a few\nmoments the jerking in both women stopped as the unseen electricity\nshocking the intimate parts of their bodies also stopped. The women\nwere fitted with trembler devices and electrodes linked to each other\nvia bluetooth, if one moved the movement caused the other to be\nshocked and vice versa. Timers prevented constant activation.

Madam Omega looked from one to the\nother and touched herself briefly between the legs, pressing the\ncloth into her crotch, the phallus hidden inside the rubber underwear\npushed deeper into her vagina. For a moment she closed her eyes then\nwith a start, as if remembering something, she removed her hand,\nopened her eyes and with a glance at one of the ever-winking cameras\nover the front door, viciously slapped the woman’s rubber breast.

“Another two hours. Enjoy.” She\nwalked off leaving the two forms twitching and shrieking through\ntheir nose tubes.

Kirsty entered her room and closed\nthe door behind her, she was confused. She had expected instant\nbondage, to be dressed in cheap rubber and to be shouted at by whores\nacting a part, most of her fantasies of submission being constructed\nin her mind. This was not like that. She was in an expensively\nappointed mansion, there was not yet any bondage – for her anyway –\nshe was being allowed a certain amount of freedom and the ‘whore\nacting a part’ turned out to be a well-dressed, sophisticated\nwoman. True, the freakish nature of the ‘pierced girl’ was\nsomething to consider and not with revulsion as she had considered\ngetting her nipples pierced years ago as a revolt against her\n‘normal’ job function. She would have enjoyed the thought of the\npiercings being there but hidden from her business colleagues: Kirsty\nsmiled at that thought.

The room was opulent. There were\nwardrobes and drawers a-plenty, all made of expensive wood. The\nfour-poster bed was huge – she noted the eye-bolts on the posts and\nat various other points, not only on the bed, but all over the walls\nand ceiling – and looked comfortable, but Kirsty was sure it was\nunlikely to be comfortable for her. For now, she ignored the pile of\nclothes on the bed, there was time for that. The barred window\noverlooked part of the grounds in which she could see figures working\nin the distant gardens, too far away to be distinctive. She padded\nacross the carpet to the en-suite bathroom, it too had ‘fittings’\nin it, also a normal shower, bath, toilet etc. She used the\nfacilities to become 'comfortable' then went back into the bedroom,\ncuriosity rising in her regarding the storage facilities. She put her\nhands on one of the wardrobe door handles and was about to pull the\ndoor open when she saw the camera. It was small but not so small that\nit was covert and the blinking red light above the lens was hardly\nsubtle. She was being watched.

‘Naturally’, she thought, ‘I’m\nhardly going to be allowed to wander willy-nilly, I’m not a guest,\nI’m a…what am I? A slave, a maid, a subject?’ She didn’t\nknow, not only what she was but how she felt herself to be.

“Get on with it”, she said out\nloud to no one in particular.

She picked up some of the clothes.\nThey were cool, made of soft rubber (mostly), this was not cheap kit.\nSomeone had gone to a lot of trouble with this stuff and yet Kirsty\nhad paid nothing. She had been asked to pay nothing, sign nothing,\npromise nothing. She knew what she hoped to get out of it but what\ndid the owners of this place hope to gain? Suddenly she felt fear.\nWhat had she done? Extended holiday had been booked, no one knew\nwhere she was – not even her – no one expected her back for at\nleast four months and she was in a bedroom in a mansion that had bars\non the windows! She dropped the clothes and went to the door, feeling\na little panicky; it was locked. She pulled on the handle but it was\nnot going to move and the door now looked very solid.

“Please, let me out. I’ve changed\nmy mind”, she shouted, feeling a little panicked. She banged on the\ndoor but there was nothing. No one came to her, there was no sound\noutside; she could have been in the house on her own. She hugged the\ndoor handle and rested her head against the panels taking deep\nbreaths and trying to calm down.

Behind her she heard a ‘ping’, a\nsilence, then another ‘ping’. She turned and looked at the\nnotebook computer on the bedside cabinet. She walked across the\nsumptuous carpet and lifted the notebook lid. The computer came to\nlife. In blue letters were displayed the words ‘YOU HAVE 40 MINUTES\nLEFT TO DRESS – DO NOT DISAPPOINT’.

Whomsoever was running this show was\nwatching, waiting, anticipating.

‘Kirsty’, she thought to herself,\n‘you asked for this, get it done’. And with that she went back to\nthe clothing.

Kirsty had never worn full rubber\nbefore, her sexual experiences had been pretty vanilla, only having\nworn rubber underwear for an old boyfriend a few times and she had\nonly the vaguest idea of how it would feel to be covered in it, how\nit should be worn and indeed, what the point of it all was but her\nrequested situation obviously required her to find out.

There was talc. She took it into the\nbathroom and covered her body in it, making a mess on the floor as\nshe did so. ‘I should have done this in the bath’, she thought;\nhindsight is such a wonderful thing. She moved back into the bedroom\nleaving white footprints on the carpet, picked up the rubber suit and\nstarted to pull it over her feet and up her legs; she was on her way\nto rubber submission.

Time had passed and Kirsty had run\nout of it. She had the full rubber suit on with attached gloves and\nsocks but had taken her ages to get the back zip done up because with\nher hands covered in rubber she couldn’t feel things so well. She\nhad the shoes on and laced up but not locked (there were small\npadlocks on the bed, but no keys) and since she could hardly stand in\nthe 5 inch heels she kept falling on to the bed. Her leather corset\nwas around her waist but barely laced, the hood was still in her hand\nand there were still straps on the bed. The computer counted down the\nlast few seconds and finally announced ‘YOUR HOUR IS UP, YOU ARE\nNOW FULLY DRESSED?’ She wasn’t, this was not going to be good.

She heard the lock operate and saw\nthe door open.

A rubber-clad female form walked in\ndressed as Kirsty herself should have been dressed by now, Kirsty\ntook in her form. Her black shoes were locked on to her ankles, her\nrubber suit was smoothed up her legs. The woman’s underbust leather\ncorset was tight-laced. Her breasts were in individual form-fitting\ncups with a band at each base which slightly compressed the breast\ntissue and caused each to bounce independently whenever the woman\nmoved; Kirsty could see the outline of nipple rings under the rubber.\nThe woman’s head was covered by a full rubber hood, her eyes were\nnot visible as she wore the the same round, darkened goggles as the\ndoor woman, there were nostril holes and the hood she wore was\nskilfully made such that the material curved into her mouth making\nher lips look like they were made of rubber. \n

“Well, you are in deep shit”,\nsaid the girl. Kirsty could see at least two tongue piercings when\nshe spoke, “You are not fully dressed as you were ordered to be. I\nwas to come and lace up your corset properly, everything else you\nshould have done. You spent too much time thinking about your\npredicament didn’t you?”

Kirsty opened her mouth to speak but\nthe girl interrupted, “You will not speak, you have not earned the\nright to talk casually. You will not be gagged for now nor will you\nwear goggles like me. For now in this dressing session, you will be\nunencumbered with bondage, dildo’s, probes, gags or anything else\nyou might have thought were going to be applied the instant you\narrived. This is to test your obedience and since this is what you\nasked for you are to be given the opportunity to show how good you\nare at it. You would not need to show obedience if you were bound\nhand and foot and suspended in a cellar, anyone could show obedience\nin that situation. You are being allowed to make mistakes, to rack up\nfailures so that you can be punished. My sole task is to attend to\nthe slaves, to make sure they are dressed correctly, provide them\nwith food and ablutions where, for whatever reason, they are unable\nto attend to these matters themselves and to give advice, help and in\nmany cases, comfort – I have no doubt I will be looking at you and\ngiving you encouragement to bear up whilst you endure punishment.\nOccasionally I am whipped but it is rare as I am very good at what I\ndo and I am only here to serve. Your name was Kirsty was it not? It\nis unlikely that you will referred to by that title again. Now let’s\nfinish dressing you and remember, even though you will have many\nquestions, do not talk. When you are allowed to speak, you will call\nme My Lady”.

The girl proceeded to lace up\nKirsty’s corset such that she had to take little breaths, so tight\nwas the constriction. Tightening the corset had the effect of forcing\nher large breasts into the cups and Kirsty now found that there were\nsoft rubber spikes pressing into her nipples inside the suit. The\nmaid tied off the laces then roughly pulled the rubber cups firmly\nagainst Kirsty’s chest thus making sure the tight banding was at\nthe breast base, slightly ballooning the breasts and pushing the\nnipples hard against the rubber spikes. Kirsty was aroused and\nmanoeuvred her breasts around to enhance the constriction and feeling\nof the spikes. The size of her breasts had always caused them to flop\na little and a bra had always been necessary but this rubber suit\nheld them tight and supported them in a most erotic way; the designer\nwas a genius. The maid put small padlocks on Kirsty’s shoes and\nclicked them closed.

“What you are wearing now will stay\non until we decide otherwise. If you are anything like me you will\nenjoy the feeling of sleeping in high-heeled shoes and in the morning\njust getting out of bed fully clothed and shod and continuing with\nyour daily tasks as if the night had never interrupted you, it’s a\nweird feeling. Not as weird however as what you are about to\nexperience.”

“Come with me into the bathroom,\nyou have not got your hood on, which is probably just as well as I\nwould only have had to take it off again, and we have a little\nmodification to do and don't forget that for the moment you will\naddress me as My Lady.”

As Kirsty walked for the first time\non her sky-high shoes, the woman held her arm to give her support.\nKirsty was already sweating a little in the suit as the room was warm\nand the rubber moved sexily over her skin. Her breasts felt like\nremote appendages moving independently of her body, her nipples\ngrowing and pushing against the rubber spikes; this was arousal she\nhad never before experienced.

Once in the bathroom, 'My Lady' had\nher kneel down on the tiled floor. She brought a short padded stool\nand placed it in front of Kirsty and had her lean on to it pushing\nher breasts against the spikes even more. ML took her hands, brought\nthem around her back and secured them together with cuffs before\nrunning a leather strap under the stool and over the top of Kirsty’s\nwaist thereby securing her in position with her head hanging free\nover the tiles, her hair falling forward over her cheeks.

“Your hair is not too long so this\nshouldn’t be as bad for you as it has been for some of the others,\nnevertheless, it will take a bit of getting used to. The manacles are\ntemporary in case you get feisty”

Kirsty remembered the pierced woman\nin the hall. “Oh no”, she uttered, “surely you're not going to\ntake my hair?”

“You really are not very good at\nthis are you? If little ‘ol me is wondering why you chose to be a\nrubber slave considering you are so disobedient, imagine what the\npowers-that-be are thinking. Don’t forget they can see everything!\nYou were told to be quiet, if I were you I would really listen to me,\nI am all you have at the moment.”

Kirsty shut up, her hair would grow\nback, it’s not the end of the world and anyway her nipples were\ntelling her to do things she would never have previously\nconsidered…and they were talking to her pussy and her pussy was\nresponding by leaking into her suit. Despite the tightness of the\nrubber, Kirsty could feel the dampness forming in her crotch.

'My Lady' went to a drawer and came\nback with a trimmer. She turned it on, lifted a segment of Kirsty’s\nhair and proceeded to run the buzzing blades from the back of\nKirsty’s neck up over her head. She didn't know why but Kirsty\nstarted to cry, her tears falling to the floor to mingle with her\nfallen mane. Once the trimmer had done it’s job, ML finished with\ngel and a wet razor and Kirsty was bald. The strap holding her down\nwas removed and ML told her to sit up. ML put a small amount of gel\non her eyebrows and promptly shaved them off.

With the job done without resistance\nKirsty was released from the cuffs and allowed to wash her own head\nand face while the girl cleared the hair from the floor and put it in\nthe bin. She stood up, towelled herself dry and looked at the\nandrogynous figure staring back at her from the long mirror. No hair,\nno eyebrows, a black, shiny body compressed into a tight-fitting\nsuit, with large breasts sticking out obscenely from a rubber-covered\nchest. A leather corset distorting her frame while her long, black,\nshiny legs descended into cruel shoes.

A rubber hood was given to Kirsty.

“We'll put this on now and we will\ngo. For your stay here you will have no hair on any part of your\nbody, we used to take the eyelashes too but it was time-consuming and\nsince most of the maids wear goggles it didn't really matter. Parts\nof your body will be pierced, you will be impaled, whipped, tied,\nimmobilised. You will spend days in humiliation, discomfort and some\nin total isolation but always only in rubber or leather or naked\nbondage, never in normal clothing unless it’s to cover your\nuniforms while you are out. As a slave you will carry out the wishes\nof the Madams and everyone else, your own desires are irrelevant.

“One last thing, beware The\nEmpress, she is all-powerful and if you are unlucky, you may meet\nher.”

Kirsty desperately wanted to ask\nquestions, especially about The Empress but ML, as Kirsty mentally\ncalled her, was back to her task of dressing and she put the hood\nover Kirsty's face and head, fastening the zip and tightening the\nlaces; answers would have to wait.

The hood felt smooth against her\nnewly-bald head. She could see clearly and her breathing through her\nnose and mouth was unimpeded. She felt as if she were wearing armour,\nprotected from the outside world and no longer responsible for it.

“We will now go on a grand tour of\nthe mansion, it will take about an hour and will give you time to\nexperience the delight of tight-fitting high-heels. After the tour\nyou will practice patience as I hear you were not very good at it\nearlier today. To do this practice you may attend one the Madam’s\npunishment sessions where Slaves will be freed from some of their\ndebt, if you do so it is important to remember your position here\nduring the session, very important. Your goggles will be applied\nafter the tour as the lenses are darkened and as you are required to\nbe familiar with the layout of the house and gardens, it is easier if\nfor now you can see into the darker areas.”

Kirsty wondered what colour the\ngirl's eyes were and if she would ever see any of the girls without\nhoods or distorting bondage such as the girl downstairs had worn. Was\nit permitted to make friends here?

She opened a drawer and took out what\nwould be Kirsty’s goggles, attaching them to a strap at her waist\nfor convenience.

“Time to go.”

ML opened the door and led the way\nout. Instead of turning left to the front of the house she turned\nright towards the rear stairs.

“Be careful and use the banister,\nyou are obviously not accustomed to such high heels and it would be\nunfortunate to be injured on your first day here. At some point you\nwill have to descend these stairs when your arms are bound, only when\nyou are hobbled will you be permitted to use the small lift. Under\nnormal circumstances you will never use the front stairs, they are\nfor the senior staff and guests.”

Kirsty\nnegotiated the stairs slowly, sometimes using both hands on the\nbanister to keep herself upright. The high heels combined with the\ntightness of the rubber confining her legs and the restriction of her\nwaist made descending stairs a real challenge.

The stairs turned back on themselves\nthree times before reaching the ground floor. There had been no other\nexits so these were obviously for the slaves to access their quarters\nwithout disturbing any other occupants. Stairs continued on down but\nML guided Kirsty to the left and into the kitchens where two chefs\nwere preparing food. The smell of food reminded Kirsty that she\nhadn’t eaten since first thing this morning. The chefs were men\ndressed in normal chefs clothing, there was no hint of rubber or\nbondage of any kind and there were no slaves to be seen here; they\nlooked at her briefly then returned to their cooking, obviously they\nhad seen it all before. ML occasionally wiped her goggles as they\nsteamed up.

“You can see why no one wears\ngoggles in the kitchen and normal clothing is used. Kitchens are\ndangerous places and it is unsafe for anyone to be restricted in the\npresence of hot equipment. When meals are over and things have cooled\nslaves will come here and clean up and the chefs will return to their\n‘other’ duties.” Kirsty wondered what they were.

Both women were starting to sweat in\nthe heat and ML led her on through the kitchens, past the storage and\nutility rooms until eventually at the end of a corridor coming to a\ndoor marked Slave Rec. ML opened the door and for the first time\nKirsty saw three other slaves dressed like her. \n

One said, “No goggles yet then, you\nmust be the new one.”

“Yes, I arrived this morning.”\nreplied Kirsty.

ML put her hand to her forehead and\nrubbed it in a gesture of frustration.

“I can’t ignore it again, you\nwere ordered not to speak and yet again you have done so. For now,\nthe tour is postponed, please wait there. Do NOT speak to these\ngirls, do not move, I must call a Domme.” In the relaxed atmosphere\nin the room Kirsty had forgotten she was forbidden to speak; what was\nto happen now?

ML went to the wall and pressed a\nbutton. She turned and stood still, the other girls had moved away\nand sat down, whispering to each other. Kirsty knew something was\nabout to happen, something bad.

After just a few silent minutes a\ndoor at the far end of the room opened and a tall woman came in. Her\nblack, heeled boots were laced to her knees, black stockings\ndisappeared under her short leather skirt above which was a leather\nunder-bust corset up to her breasts which were supported by a network\nof leather straps, bars pierced both nipples each with a small chain\nhanging in a loop below them. A leather choker collar was around her\nslender neck and on her head she wore a half-mask, her long black\nhair hanging out of the back through a two-inch tube of leather and\ninto a pony tail. The mask covered the rest of her hair and had\nalmond-shaped holes for her darkly made-up eyes and left her mouth\nand cheeks open to view. She wore leather gloves and her arms and her\nshoulders were bare, around her waist was a leather belt with a\nriding crop attached. All the slaves had fallen to their knees,\nsitting up with their hands behind their backs.

ML pointed at Kirsty, “she spoke\nout of turn,” was all she said to the Domme.

Without a word, the woman strode over\nto Kirsty who was starting to descend to her knees. She grabbed\nKirsty’s wrist and pulled her towards one wall, then opened a\ndrawer in the nearby chest. From it she took a coil of rope and\ndeftly tied Kirsty’s hands in front of her, the other end of the\nrope she threw up in the air to fall over a bar sticking out of the\nwall some four feet above her head. She took the end of the rope and\nindicated to two of the slaves to take the rope and pull, practically\nlifting Kirsty off the ground. She then took a strap from the drawer\nand threw it to ML who buckled it around Kirsty’s ankles and\nattached the strap to an eyebolt in the skirting with another piece\nof rope taken from the drawer. Kirsty was now stretched up facing the\nwall, breathing hard against her corset. The woman took a large ball\ngag from another drawer and pushed it hard into Kirsty’s mouth,\nforcing her jaw wide open, then cruelly pulled the buckle tight\nbehind her head.

“Pull hard, and don’t let go or\nit will be the worst for you.” she said to the slaves; the girls\nleaned back, pulling Kirsty taught. The woman took her riding crop\nfrom her belt and without further warning proceeded to thrash Kirsty\non her buttocks and legs. Kirsty screamed into the gag, pain like she\nhad never known before shrieked through her as the Domme moved from\nher ass, over her thighs down her calves and backup again. She\navoided the corset and struck between the shoulders four times.

“Remove the ankle rope and turn her\nround”. Kirsty was crying and screaming into her gag as ML\ncomplied, refastening her ankles to the eyebolt.

She put her face close to Kirsty’s.\n“You know what I could do now don’t you?” She said, stroking\none of Kirsty’s rubber-bound breasts. “At this moment your back,\nbuttocks and legs are on fire, your gorgeous tits could be feeling\nthe same if I choose. This was your last warning, you were brought\nhere to obey, you will obey every order you are given no matter how\nstrange or unpleasant, is that clear?”

Kirsty nodded her head, tears poured\ndown her face leaving wet lines in the rubber.

“Another major failure during your\nprobationary period and you may spend some time as a Presentation\nSlave, not something you want to look forward to. She, pointing at\nML, will explain what that is when I have left.”

To ML she said, “She will sleep in\nan armbinder tonight, make sure she has harness goggles on and\nSpecial Gag 4. As usual your behaviour was correct and exemplary,\nonce again I offer you the chance to become a Domme but I expect you\nwill refuse so that you can look after your little charges; you are\ntoo soft. Release her in fifteen minutes so that the pain has time\nsoak in, fit her with day goggles and waist cuffs…in fact no, put\nher in the armbinder now until tomorrow morning, the rest of today\nand a night in an armbinder should be enough to teach her the error\nof her ways, then continue the tour. Since she is so taut you should\nbe able to pull that corset in a little more too. Keep the gag in for\nnow, I don’t want a repeat of all this and make sure you explain\nvery carefully the duties of a Presentation Slave, you may want to\nshow her what one is, I leave it up to you. Come to my room after you\nhave put her to bed and I will show you again the privileges a Domme\nhas.”

ML curtsied deeply, “I look forward\nto it, My Dominatrix”.

The Domme turned to the slaves\nholding the rope. “Keep that taut until her time is up”. She\nwalked out without a backward glance.

Kirsty’s back, buttocks and thighs\nwere giving her some discomfort but her calves were indeed on fire.\nShe had never felt such pain as when she was being struck but now the\nagony in her lower legs was constant and she was wondering if some\ndamage had been done. Unless they changed their minds, she would be\nunable to look at her bare skin for two more days, she hoped they\nknew what they were doing when it came to punishment. The two slaves\nwere adjusting their positions such that they could maintain the\ntension on her body and they were very good at their job as she could\nhardly move a muscle, so stretched was she that her feet had left the\nfloor. She felt ML undo the laces on her corset then felt the\nconstriction increase as she pulled hard to reduce her waist even\nmore, she could hardly breathe. The laces were tied off she then a\nbelt was put around her waist and buckled at the rear, dark lenses\nwere placed over her eyes reducing the light by half. Two straps\nattached to the goggles were buckled behind her head, one above her\nears and one below her ears to be buckled in the nape of her neck.\nNothing of Kirsty’s own body could be seen now.

The time seemed to drag but slowly\nthe pain subsided to a dull ache and soon enough she felt the tension\non her arms relax and her feet return to the floor, the corset did\nit’s job and with her waist held even more tightly, her breast cups\nwere under more tension and Kirsty was reminded of the rubber spikes\nat her nipples and despite her predicament and pain she felt some\narousal.

While the two general slaves undid\nher bonds ML fetched an armbinder, Kirsty wondered if all the rooms\nhad all the equipment in them but she suspected that the Domme knew\nexactly what was in each room and adapted bondage accordingly.

“Slave, put your hands behind you\nand I will slide this rubber armbinder on, I need not remind you of\nthe ubiquitous cameras so please do not resist or you will not see\nthe light of day for many days and please, don't make a sound.”

ML pulled the armbinder up and Kirsty\nfelt her hands move through a slight restriction. Straps were placed\nover her shoulders and under her arms and loosely buckled. A further\ntug upwards and she felt her fingers touch the end of the binder.\n“Put your hands palm to palm, you might think that back to back is\nmore comfortable but when I lace it up you will see I am right as it\nputs your elbows in a better position”.

Kirsty did as she was told and a\nstrap was tightened around her wrists. The rest of the straps were\ntightened and then ML laced the armbinder up pulling her arms into a\nnarrow ‘V’, Kirsty had never felt so helpless. ML had not\nfinished, she attached a strap to the ring at the end of the\narmbinder and pulled it through Kirsty’s legs to attach to a\nwaist-strap at the front; her upper body was virtually immobile. She\ntried to move her arms or bend her waist but the pressure was\nunrelenting, how could she spend the rest of the day and all night\nlike this. What about going to the toilet, eating and drinking? ML,\nas if hearing her thoughts, spoke to her.

“I’m afraid you have rather\nruined the rest of my day and night as I shall have to feed and water\nyou and attend to your ablutions, during which time by the way, the\ncrotch strap will of course be temporarily removed. Now we will\ncontinue our tour and you will have to manage as best you can even\nthough I think it will take a little longer now your are trussed like\na chicken”.

The tour lasted well over an hour as\nML explained the goings on in the mansion. Every time Kirsty had a\nquestion ML seemed to provide the answer (fortunately) unasked, she\nmust have done this tour many times before.

There were usually about twenty\nslaves or maids, the terms were used interchangeably, most of them\nvoluntary -- Kirsty wondered about the involuntary ones. The majority\nwere general purpose and carried out waiting at tables, cleaning,\nattending to the needs of the Dommes, and Madams etc. A very discrete\nand loyal group of men carried out the changing of beds and the doing\nof the laundry and most of them paid to be here. They were allowed to\nwear rubber but they were permitted no unsupervised interaction with\nthe Slaves. The Madams dealt with them separately. There were two\nMadams: Madam Alpha and Madam Omega, and each of them had a Domme to\ncarry out their wishes. Generally, the Slaves wore mostly rubber, the\nDommes mostly leather, the Madams wore what they pleased but were\nrequired to have something about them which only they and The Empress\nknew of. The Empress was secretive and usually talked only to her\nMadams but rumour had it she occasionally masqueraded as a Slave so\nas to keep herself informed hence the common use of goggles and hoods\nto keep anonymity. None of the lower staff were ever seen outside\ntheir quarters without maintaining that anonymity unless they had\npreviously expressed wishes to the contrary -- some women wanted the\nnotoriety of being seen as a BDSM porn star. The girl who opened the\ndoor this morning, despite showing her face, would be unrecognisable\ndue to her facial distortion and the goggles over her eyes. Slaves\nmay be told to ‘attend’ to a guest, be they male or female, they\nmay have to whip a slave or even take whip-strokes on behalf of\nsomeone else. They may be told to be a toilet or to piss on another\nslave. They could be told to do just about anything and they MUST\nobey. Matron was also a slave but specialised in altering bondage to\nfit the Authorities requirements. She carried out piercings and\nmodifications as required and looked after the general health and\nwell-being of all the slaves. The establishment provided funds for\nit’s running by holding specialist parties where invited people\nbrought their desires and their slaves along for gratification.\nCamera footage was shown by recorded-feed or live shows to\nsubscribers who would pay to watch punishments or just the general\nday-to-day operation of the establishment. Camera feeds from slave\nquarters were not broadcast as anonymity could not be guaranteed.

There were many rooms for guests,\nslaves and functions and Kirsty saw a few of the slaves working, most\ndressed in their working uniforms with occasional added items like\nrestricting chains, odd gags and additional restraints to make the\nwork more difficult for slaves who had done some wrong.

Kirsty sensed the tour was coming to\nan end and one final question was about to be answered.

“And now the Presentation-Slave.\nPresentation-Slave girls are always slaves who have failed to fulfil\nthe requirements of their position in the most heinous way. We will\nnow go and see a Presentation Slave but first you must temporarily\nlose your sight”.

ML took two pieces of black duct tape\nfrom a roll taken from a cupboard and applied them to Kirsty’s\nlenses. Kirsty was blind. There followed a five minute walk on her\nnow very pained feet, a drop down a flight of stairs, a few locked\ndoors and finally a lift. The lift dropped for some five seconds and\nthe door opened. ML pulled Kirsty out and the lift doors closed\nbehind them and ML removed both Kirsty’s and her own goggles and\nfinally Kirsty saw ML′s hazel eyes.

“Most of this area is too dark to\nwalk around in darkened lenses and we are permitted to remove them,\ncome with me.”.

A short way down the dimly-lit, tiled\nwalkway was a window much like Kirsty had seen in the nocturnal\nhouses in zoos except this was no bat-house. Behind the window under\nbright lights was an extraordinary sight.

A framework made of varnished wood\nhad been built in the centre of the area. Attached to this framework\na girl had been spread-eagled in a star-shape, her body covered in\nangry welts. Like Kirsty, she had no hair on her body or head. Her\nface had over forty piercings, her lips, nose, eyebrows, ears,\ncheeks, even the back of her head, and light chains ran between many\nof them. Some chains stretched away from her face and were attached\nto the framework, some went down her body to her breast piercings and\nthose in her belly, vagina and various places on her legs and feet.\nShe was a mass of metalwork. Her mouth had been held wide open with a\nsteel ring fitted inside her lips and held in place with more\npiercings. Chains ran from the lip piercings to inside her mouth\nwhere her tongue could hardly move with the weight of metal through\nit. Rings had been fastened to the skin between her fingers and toes\nand it was chains attached to these rings which held her prisoner.\nThree metal spikes ran horizontally through each breast, rings on\neach end were attached to the framework by more chains. Dildos hung\nout of her ass and her cunt, prevented from falling out by chains\nattached to piercings in her flesh. Her nipples had been pierced five\ntimes each and devices stretched them out towards the viewer. She was\na vision of pain and ultimate bondage. Bloody streaks ran down her\nbody especially from her breasts and there were small pools of it on\nthe floor mingling with the woman's piss

ML hit a switch and the lights came\non outside the window lighting up her and Kirsty so the girl could\nsee them. Her face and chest flushed with the humiliation of being\nseen like this and she struggled weakly against her chains. There was\nno sound until ML pressed another switch and through a speaker Kirsty\ncould hear the girls’ moans and pleadings.

Kirsty was horrified.

After a few moments ML turned off the\nspeakers and the outside lights leaving the girl effectively alone.

“You can’t see as it is above the\nwindow, but the girl can see an image of herself on a monitor. She is\nhere for the foreseeable future. She will remain like this for as\nlong as The Empress determines, then her position, her bondage,\npiercings, clothing will be changed and she will be exhibited again.\nFor all intents and purposes she is a work of art to be displayed.\nPeople pay a lot of money for the live feed of this girl, they will\nhave large displays set up at their homes and the image of her will\nbe visible to all they choose to show it. She has been down here for\nseven days now and is probably starting to believe she will never\nleave as unlike you she was never shown the previous occupant of this\ncell. She is taken down each day for ten hours and then replaced in a\ndifferent position, mode of dress and different pain at the end of\nthe rest period, this is to prevent permanent damage and to enhance\nthe desolation that she suffers. The previous occupant of this cell\nis now free, you may meet her soon as she is an accomplished Mistress\nand will attend the next party, she spent two months down here so you\ncan imagine how she treats her own slaves.”

Kirsty now realised that ‘soft’\nas the Domme said ML was, she had a hard-nosed, sadistic side to her\nand it would be best not to upset her.

Kirsty now understood her obedience\nposition. She did not want to be the next occupant of this cell and\nwhile she felt sorry for the present incumbent, she had no wish to\ntake her place.

ML removed Kirsty’s gag and reached\ndown and undid the zip hiding her own vagina.

“Get on your knees and lick me.”

Kirsty felt suddenly fully-trained,\nshe dropped to her knees with difficulty and pushed her face into the\nwoman’s cunt, fear and desire spurring her on, the image of the\nPresentation-Slave in her mind but with her own face on it.

ML changed the lighting to let the\ntortured girl behind the screen watch as Kirsty’s ministrations\nbrought her to orgasm.

Night.

Kirsty woke up many times during the\nnight. It had been a relief to get off her feet but the shoes she was\nwearing still distorted the natural position of each foot and her\ntoes ached. Her shoulders too ached badly as she had had no relief\nfrom their fixed position for hours now. The crotch strap had been\nremoved by ML and her ablutions had been attended to — something\nthat would take some getting used to, having someone else toilet and\nclean her – the strap re-buckled and her arms again made immobile.\nThe pain from the welts made by the whip through her rubber suit had\nall but dissipated and Kirsty was happy that no real damage had been\ndone despite the pain inflicted during the whipping. She was warm\nunder her quilt and she felt damp inside her suit. She had expected\nrubber sheets but ML had told her that while rubber was warm when the\nair was warm the wearer could soon get cold overnight and cold was\nnot an acceptable punishment here as it could lead to illness. Kirsty\ntried to drift off again, listening for any sounds in the night but\nthe tightness of the goggle harness — a network of straps that\nprevented her night goggles from coming off against the bedding —\nand the discomfort of the pear-shaped Special Gag 4 largely prevented\na sound sleep. Hopefully she would be better behaved tomorrow and\ncould sleep in her suit more comfortably. Her thoughts were of the\nPresentation Slave and the horror and fear of the severity and\nduration of the bondage but also of wondering what it must be like to\nhave not only all decisions made for her — the reason Kirsty was\nhere — but to be in a position where almost no decisions were there\nto be made: It was either be displayed or not displayed, only the\nmanner differed.

Kirsty was there for four months,\nwhat if she failed to obey once too often and was put in place as\nPresentation-Slave? She tried not to think about it any more and\ndrifted off to sleep again.

Secret

Outside the display room Madam Alpha\nand Madam Omega and another woman sat and relaxed in soft chairs\nwatching the imprisoned woman.

“I think your decision to show the\npresentation slave was most effective, My Empress,” \n

“Indeed Madam Omega, I think our\nnewest Slave will be most keen to obey in future and ML plays her\npart so well. She has a sadistic streak a mile wide that girl, how\nshe maintains her caring nature for the slaves I will never know. I\npresume she is in that Domme's room again tonight giving the woman a\nsound thrashing; we are all such twisted people! Let us have a night\ncap before bed and then let the slaves get this piece of shit down. I\nthink we'll let her go this time and tomorrow she can get back to her\nduties, I doubt very much she will try to escape again.

Morning, the second day.

The sunlight reflected from outside\nand Kirsty was awake and in agony. Everything about her hurt; her\nshoulders, feet, mouth, her back, thighs and calves; she felt she had\nbeen in a boxing match. She just wanted to get everything off and go\nback to her old life, to wear normal clothes and not have the threat\nof perpetual bondage hanging over her.

ML stood by her bed.

“Bet you’ve had enough now.”\nshe said. Kirsty wondered if ML could read minds. “Get up, stand\nstill and I will free you and prepare you for today.”

ML helped Kirsty out of bed and back\non to her feet which protested with pain for a few moments until they\ndropped back to a familiar ache. She made short work of the armbinder\nand Kirsty was free to try to get some feeling back into her arms and\nshoulders. The awful gag was removed and the harness goggles were\nreplaced with the day goggles she wore yesterday.

It was nine in the morning, Kirsty\nwas desperate for a cup of tea and something to eat but all ML was\noffered was a drink of cold water, she drank, her mouth dry from\nwearing a gag all night.

“Today is the start of your\ntraining proper,” said ML, “today there will be no warning\nwhippings, no chances and no reminders. If you fail to obey today the\nconsequences may not be to your liking.”

Kirsty opened her mouth to speak and\nclosed it again immediately, realising that one false move could put\nher in a lot of trouble.

“Ah, progress. However today for\nthe period when you are not gagged you may speak. There are rules.\nYou may speak to me at any time, you will refer to me as ‘My Lady’.\nYou will be addressed as Cunt, Slave, Bitch, Slut, or anything I or\nthey want to call you.

“How do I address the others,\nthe..Dommes and the Madams…My Lady?” Kirsty was getting the hang\nof this and starting to enjoy her role again, this was how she wanted\nit to be.

“You will address the Dommes as…?

“My Dominatrix?

“You got it girl…and the Madams?”

“My Madam?” Kirsty said.

“Nope, got you there. Madam Omega\nwill be referred to as just that, and Madam Alpha likewise. Everyone\naddresses them as such, even The Empress. You will recognise Madam\nOmega as the woman you met when you arrived. She is tall and has dark\nhair and eyes, she usually wears long dresses made of Jersey, satin\nor silk and dainty high-heeled shoes – when not mucking out her\nhorses, that is –, she never exposes her breasts and rarely wears a\nmask. Her preferred punishments use electro-shocks. Madam Alpha wears\ntailored skirts usually of leather, she wears blouses and jackets,\nand harnesses and leather boots. Sometimes she removes her top and\nyou will see her naked breasts while she beats you, usually with a\ncane which leaves vicious marks. The Madams are equally as evil as\neach other, do not offend them.”

“How do I differentiate between the\nDoms, My Lady?” asked Kirsty, it was obviously very important to\nget all this protocol correct.

“You do not. To you, the Dommes are\nthe same, for all intents and purposes they are the same person. They\nare both ‘My Dominatrix’ to you and you need not worry about\nidentification. They wear leather as I previously told you, they\ncarry riding crops and other devices they feel they require and they\nmay beat you at will for some reason…or for no reason. They keep\norder. The establishment relies on them for the effective control of\nthe slaves, they are there to strike fear into you when they are\ncalled…as you experienced yesterday. They are efficient, ruthless\nand largely unfeeling, treat them with great respect; but then in\nyour position you would do that anyway.”

\"If all the maids/slaves wear\nthe same uniform under normal circumstances how are they to be\nidentified as apart from height and shape they all look the same?\"\nKirsty queried.

\"There are ways and means and\nthey can be identified when they are naked through small tattoos that\nall of us have on our bodies, even the Empress, but from what I\ngather, you will be an exception and soon enough everyone will know\nwho you are and how you can be identified.\" She didn't give any\nfurther clarification and Kirsty thought it better not to ask.

“How does my position differ from\nany of the other general slaves as surely they have to obey as well,\nMy Lady?”

“An excellent question. The answer\nlies in the contract all the slaves read and then accepted by turning\nup here of their own volition. Most of the General-Slaves requested\nto be wearers of rubber, to be punished and trained in slavery either\nbecause they wished it or they accepted it willingly on behalf of\ntheir partners – we go to great lengths to ensure there is no\ncoercion – at least amongst the staff members. They have conditions\nin their contracts about what they are prepared to experience; the\ndegree of bondage, the level of punishment, the extent of their\nduties, even whether or not they can go home at weekends – and some\ndo. They have specified in advance so that their fantasies are\nfulfilled to their own requirements and that is what we do in return\nfor them agreeing to appear on the bondage and fetish websites that\nprovide us with our funds.”

“And I, My Lady?…”

“…specified nothing…except to\nobey. You are damned by your own wishes. Anything else?”

Kirsty was an experienced,\nintelligent woman, how had she accepted such a one-sided contract?\nShe had subliminal desires, of that she had no doubt.

“What about the Empress, My Lady,\nhow do I address her?”

“I cannot tell you that. When you\nmeet her you will know how you should address her; how you behave\nwith her and what you should do. The Empress both hates and loves us\nall. You will love The Empress and you will crave her love for you.”

ML put her arm around Kirsty’s back\nand guided her towards the bathroom. “Enough questions, today we\nstart your training as you must be mentally and physically prepared\nfor anything…have you ever had anal sex, golden showers…?”

Kirsty was toileted and cleaned\nwithin the limitations of her clothing before the goggles were\nreplaced and the world again became half-lit. She was given a small\namount of food and some more cold water to wash it down.

ML bade her bend over a stool before\nlubricating her anus and inserting a small four inch long and three\nand a half inch circumference penis-contoured probe with a wide base\nbefore re-zipping her suit. Kirsty had tried to resist the insertion\nboth voluntarily and with her involuntary sphincter and once it was\nin she felt she had been impaled on a broom handle; she was not at\nall used to this. A harness was placed around her waist and between\nher legs, the crotch strap being tightened to push the probe into her\nanal canal; Kirsty felt she need to to go to the toilet again but the\nfeeling this time was strangely erotic. She clenched her buttocks and\nfelt her anus grasping the probe.

“This is a small introductory\nphallus, every day you will be probed. Your ass must be able to\naccept natural intruders; we are not out to permanently damage you,\nit is not what you requested. You will wear an anal rod for longer\nand longer each day and it will be increased in girth until you are\nable to accept any man for extended periods; this introductory period\nmay be cut short with no notice, so try to be mentally prepared at\nall times for an anal fucking. All of this is for your own\nprotection, the more you are able to accept during training the less\npainful it will be for you when you are there in the real world. You\nare here to make money for us, your cut of this is of course the\nfulfilment of your desires, it is a win-win situation although it may\nnot seem like that to you like at the moment. Today you are free to\nwander the mansion and enter any room that is not locked. You may not\noutside into the gardens. You will curtsy deeply whenever you pass\nsomeone so if I were you I would avoid the busier places if you want\nto make any progress. See Matron at 2pm and she will feed, water and\ntoilet you. Matron will fit you with a piss-bag when you visit her.”

“Make your hands into fists but put\nyour thumbs inside your fingers.” Kirsty did so and ML fitted tight\nrubber mittens over each, forming them into a ball and locked them on\nto her wrists. Kirsty was now unable to unfold her hands and they\nmade picking anything up virtually impossible.

“You are nearly ready to go but\nbefore you go exploring there is one last thing. She opened the pouch\nshe carried around her corseted waist, took out a small object which\nlooked like a key fob and pressed a button on it. Kirsty’s ass\nexploded with pain and she fell to the ground screaming and trying to\nclutch at her buttocks with her now useless hands.
For five\nseconds ML held the button as Kirsty rolled around on the floor\nshrieking in pain and as suddenly as it started, the pain was gone.\nKirsty breathed deeply and got to her knees coughing and whimpering.

“Your anal phallus – and all\nsubsequent anal rods – contains electrodes and a battery so that\nyou can be shocked. It also contains a sensor that is wi-fi\nconnected. Should you move out of range of the signal the probe will\nbegin shocking you for longer and longer intervals until it comes on\nand stays on so any attempt to move too far from the mansion will\ncause you extreme pain. The battery can go for forty eight hours\nbefore it is discharged so should you decide to leave us during this\nday when you are not secured in place you must be prepared to spend a\nlong time in agony before rescue. Here is a reminder.” She pushed\nthe button again and held it for ten seconds. Again, Kirsty screamed\nand pleaded for it to be turned off, hugging ML′s legs before\nfalling back to the floor in the worst pain she had ever experienced.

The pain stopped. Kirsty was lying on\nher back on the floor and ML unzipped the crotch on her suit and sat\nover Kirsty’s mouth, “lick,” she ordered. Kirsty licked like\nthe obedient slave she was and ML ground her hips against her face,\ncoming long and loud while Kirsty used her bound fists on her own\nvulva and orgasmed almost at once.

ML stood up and used a damp cloth to\nclean Kirsty’s mask then kissed her, pushing her tongue deep into\nher willing mouth. She stood back, her demeanour back to normal. A\nchain was padlocked between Kirsty’s wrists through a ‘D’ ring\non the front of a wide leather belt that ML buckled around her waist.\nThe chain slid through the ring allowing lateral movement of her\nhands and allowed her to reach her ballooned breasts and she pushed\nthe rubber spikes against her nipples, she breathed deeply with\npleasure. ML looked on, her rubber lips smiling.

“You won’t be so keen to do that\nif the rubber spikes are replaced by steel ones.”

Kirsty removed her bound hand. ML\ngently urged her to the door, pushing on the hidden ass invader which\nwas giving her much pleasure now.

“Remove nothing, do as you are\ntold, do not be late for your appointment with Matron. Go.”

ML opened the bedroom door and gently\npushed her out into the corridor, following her and closing the door\nbehind them.

Kirsty watched ML walk away and\nwondered where she should go now. Her thoughts went to the tortured\ngirl in the Presentation Room but she didn’t know if she wanted to\nsee her again yet and anyway she had no idea where it was as she had\nbeen blinded on the way out too. She decided to take the back stairs\nand go to the recreation room to see if any of the other girls were\nthere.

Walking was painful, very painful.\nHer feet had been crushed into the high shoes for over a day now and\nshe had had little relief except when in bed and even then she was\naware of the curve the shoes her forced her instep to mould to. The\nrubber suit was sticking in some places and irritating her flesh but\nin other places it moved around sensually. Her face no longer felt\nlike her own and her head felt strange underneath the rubber, her\nbaldness emphasising the feel of the encompassing rubber. The goggles\nwere oppressive, occasionally steaming up making the half-light\ninside even more difficult to peer through. The corset was still\noh-so-tight although she was getting used to it and her body felt\nlike it was made of wood, so difficult was it to bend or twist. She\npulled her wrist-chain through the ‘D’ to one end and used the\nextended bound hand to again touch her spiked nipples, feeling the\npleasure through them. She imagined ML′s words coming true and\ncould almost feel the sensual pain of steel needles piercing the\ntender flesh; delighting in fantasy but wondering about the real\nthing. She walked on, every movement making the anal rod move up and\ndown inside her, she wondered how big the biggest one was as her\npresent one was beginning to feel enormous. What did ML mean when she\nsaid accommodate a man for extended periods, no man she had met could\ndo anything like that ‘for extended periods’ but then suddenly\nthought that many men could do it for shorter periods; was she going\nto be made to become a whore, an submissive ass-fuck? The thought,\nlike many of her thoughts here, became both a nightmare and a\nfantasy: She pressed a fisted hand against her rubber-covered vulva\nand shivered with pleasure.

No one was in the recreation room.\nShe looked at the fastenings on the wall where she was whipped\nyesterday and shuddered, suddenly conscious once again of the welts\nthat the whip must have left on her skin and the dull pain that she\nstill sometimes felt. She left by the door the Domme had used\nyesterday and found herself in a long corridor leading west. There\nwere two doors and a set of stairs going down. The doors were locked\nand she couldn’t face any more stairs in her heels right now so\ncontinued on, her shoes clip-clopping on the tiled floor. Ahead of\nher a door opened and a slave exited, locked the door and came down\nthe corridor towards her. As the girl approached, Kirsty curtsied\ndeeply, looking at the ground. The slave stopped.

“At ease.” she said. Kirsty stood\nup, feet together and hands as far down as the chain would let her,\nshe hoped the pose was correct.

Kirsty looked at the woman’s masked\nface and realised that this must be the woman who’s face had been\ncruelly pierced yesterday in the hall when she arrived, the one who\nhad opened the door. She remembered the words of Madam Omega: ‘get\nyourself to matron and have the chains removed, you will retain all\nthe new lip piercings. Have matron replace them through the hood, I\nthink that will be most becoming’. The Slaves’ rubber hood was\nthe same as Kirsty’s but the eight piercings Kirsty saw yesterday\nwere still in her lips however they had been pushed through the\nrubber and then through the holes in the girls face making the hood\npermanent until the rings were removed.

“Ah, the new obedience slave. Turn\naround and face the wall.”

“Yes, My Lady.” said Kirsty and\nturned. The girl pushed her hand into Kirsty’s ass and pressed on\nthe base of the phallus inside. Kirsty gasped. She pressed and\nreleased a few times, arousing Kirsty once again. The hand was\nremoved. “Face me again.” Kirsty turned and faced the slave. “I\nlook forward to watching your descent into submission, to have to be\ntold everything. What do you think of that?”

Kirsty was fascinated by the lip\npiercings and wished she had them. She could imagine even more rings\nthrough her own mask and through her lips, weights hanging from them\nand chained together; oh god, what was happening to her?

“Answer!” shouted the slave girl.

“My Lady, I am here to obey. If\nthat is what is seen fit for me, that I become without will, then it\nis as it should be.”

“A clever answer, I will talk to\nyou again in a couple months and we’ll see how clever you are\nthen.”

The slave walked away and Kirsty\ncurtsied low to her retreating back, “Yes, My Lady.”

Kirsty continued along the corridor\nand tried a few doors, gripping the round handles between her useless\nhands — she was after all told she could enter any room that was\nnot locked; it would appear that there was a surfeit of locks in this\nplace as nothing opened. Kirsty tried a different tack and wandered\nthe halls at random listening for sounds until she came upon the\nentrance to a quiet courtyard; she tried the glass door and it opened\nsmoothly. She entered.

The courtyard turned out to be\nsquare, an atrium surrounded on all sides by the walls of the house.\nIt was open to the sky and plants grew around the tended but\ncluttered garden. Windows on the ground, first and second floors\nover-looked the courtyard and it was open to the sky. It was quiet,\npeaceful. The occasional bird would venture down as far as the top of\nthe one tree, a eucalyptus, and the flowers on the ground had a brave\nbee or butterfly descend on them. There was a garden bench by the\ndoor and Kirsty sat, the ever-present rod pushing into her again,\ngiving her a strange pleasure. She sat for a while feeling free\ndespite her bondage, with half-hearted wishes that she could sit here\nin normal clothes, that she could hear without the slight muffling of\nher rubber helmet on her ears and without the darkening goggles that\nshe knew she could remove but dared not. She was thankful for their\npresence though as without them she would not be here, she would\nstill be in her office in the city, making decisions, taking the\npressure others should be taking; hiring, firing, making money for no\nreason other than to have more money. It was difficult to believe\nthat that was the way it was just the day before yesterday, dressed\nin her smart business suit and sensible shoes, her mobile phone at\nhand and her secretary taking notes for meetings later in the day.\nNow here she was, again going over her self-imposed predicament;\nelectric device in her ass, killer heels that were metaphorically\nkilling her. Her rubbered body at the same time both invisible and\ncarnally exposed to the world, no hair, a corset, disembodied balloon\nbreasts, bound hands, chains and a newly discovered sexual\ndesire…plus a serene calmness, her only decision was where to go\nnext and she was sure that even that choice was soon to be taken from\nher.

She sat there and sweated deliciously\nas the summer warmth made it’s way down between the tall walls and\nheated her rubber-bound body. She found herself raising and lowering\nher hips, feeling the phallus in her ass doing it’s evil work. She\nplaced a bound hand in her crotch and rubbed as best she could on her\nvulva but try as she might there was just not enough contact this\ntime to bring her to orgasm. It was time to continue her walk and in\na haze of sensuality she left the courtyard.

A Domme came towards her. Kirsty\nmoved to one side and curtsied deeply once more, keeping her face\npointed towards the floor. She was not acknowledged which she found\nto be rather thrilling, she was just an unimportant object to be\nignored.

Kirsty wandered aimlessly here and\nthere, barely seeing a soul. Finding locked doors wherever she went.\nA clock under a camera told her it was 13.00, she had an hour to get\nto matron to get her ‘piss-bag’ fitted; it didn’t sound\npleasant. Despite her ever-painful feet, Kirsty took a flight of\nstairs down into a basement area and along a cold, stone-tiled\ncorridor. Here she heard muffled screams, she turned to leave, not\nwanting to know the source…or the reason for the screams but too\nlate, she bumped into someone, whom she discovered was Madam Alpha,\nwho had come out of an alcove.

Madam Alpha was tall, oh so very\ntall, perhaps six foot four in her high heels. She wore boots, a very\nshort leather skirt and a harness of leather that held huge breasts\nprominently displayed, her nipples were pierced and held outwards\nwith a ring and rod system that constantly stretched her flesh. A\nsoft leather bolero jacket covered her shoulders and outlined her\nmagnificent breasts. Her hair was pulled back in a severe bun and her\nmakeup was dark. She wore a leather collar and corset and carried a\nvicious bamboo cane.

Kirsty quickly curtsied.

“So, new slave” said Madam Alpha,\n“I am Madam Alpha and you have wandered into a spiders web, how\nfortunate for us. Turn round and enter the room at the end.”

Kirsty did as she was told and\nentered a scene of torment.

Swinging by her wrists from the\nceiling was a naked slave. Her legs had been spread apart by a long\nbar and her feet were clear of the floor. Under her was a pool of\npiss and specks of blood. Her breasts had been bound with rope and\npunctured with many needles, her mouth lips had been sewn roughly\ntogether allowing drool to spill out from the coarse holes, there was\nsnot around her nose and her cheeks were drenched in tears, black\nwhere mascara had run. A tube extended from her vagina with a rubber\nbulb at the end. Spikes had been pushed through her nipples and were\nattached by chains to the walls so that every time she swung on her\nbonds her breasts pulled in the opposite direction. She had whip\nmarks almost covering her body. Her long dark hair (yes, she had\nhair) was wet with sweat. A maid stood to one side, holding a tray of\nimplements in one hand and a needle in the other.

“You have come upon one of our most\nlucrative video feeds, slave; naked torture. Strangely the woman in\nfront of you has requested this, even to showing her face to the\nworld. She is an extreme masochist and bad as it looks this is but a\nprecursor for the real thing for her. Tell her how much you love\nthis.” she said to the tortured woman.

The woman made noises from behind her\nmouth stitches but nothing intelligible.

“Hmm, she is not making much sense.\nHow can she let you know? Ah I know. Kneel down in front of her, sit\nback and put your hands to your sides, as far as your chain will\npermit.”

Kirsty knelt, horrified by the image\nof the hanging woman in front of her.

“Closer, get right under her and\nlook up at her.”

Kirsty moved in.

“Now pain slut, you are to inform\nthis obedience slave that this is what you wish, and how will you do\nthis?”

To Kirsty’s surprise and shock the\nwoman pissed on her.

“Open your mouth slave,” the\nMadam Alpha shouted.

Kirsty partly opened her mouth and\nthe Madam leaned over her, grabbed her jaws and stretched them wide.\n“Open!”

The piss went over Kirsty’s hood\nand goggles and a goodly amount entered her mouth, she could feel\nit’s warmth on her back and heard it splash on to the floor.

“Keep it open!” she shouted, “She\nhas been holding this for you while we watched your walk on the\ncameras. If you’d not stopped in the garden there would be less\npiss.” Kirsty accidentally swallowed some of the woman’s piss and\nrealised how far from her previous life she had gone; if her work\ncolleagues could see her now. Just for a moment she wondered if any\nof them subscribed to the video feeds.

The woman’s flow of piss stopped,\nKirsty was covered in another woman’s urine. It had managed to get\ninside her mask through her mouth opening and she felt it moving\naround her cheeks, she was to wear this woman’s piss perhaps for\nanother night! Madam Alpha nodded at the waiting slave girl who\npromptly took her needle and plunged it into the hanging woman’s\nbreast; a moan escaped though the stitches.

“Stand up, did you enjoy that\nslave?”

Kirsty didn’t know how to answer.\nShe had not enjoyed it, she had been pissed on for the first time in\nher life, made to let it in her mouth and swallowed the urine of a\ncomplete stranger. Should she tell the truth?

“No, My Lady, er, Madam Alpha”\nKirsty hoped she had recovered from her mistake in time. She said, “I\ndid not.”

“I would not have believed you if\nyou had said that you did so you have avoided the award of punishment\nfor this, unfortunately you will receive punishment for calling me My\nLady. Were you not informed that I and Madam Omega will be referred\nto by our titles and names? I think she did, the woman knows what she\nis doing. Do you like our swinging slave? Isn’t she wonderful?”

“I am sorry, I was so informed. She\nhangs magnificently, My Lady..Madam Alpha.” Kirsty corrected\nherself, shit, she was trying hard to play the game.

“Oh dear, tonight is not going to\ngo well for you. Let us see if you are constantly remembering the\nlowliness of your position, can you obey every order, every\ninstruction obedience slave?”

“Yes, Madam Alpha.” Kirsty\nwondered what was coming.

A nod from Madam and a glance at the\nwoman’s supporting chain and the general slave put down her tray of\nneedles and tools, loosened the chains hold the woman’s breasts and\nusing a winch, lowered the tormented woman to her feet – Madam\nAlpha kicked her feet out behind her and then she was lowered on\ndownward until she was slightly bent at the knees, her spreader bar\nforcing them into a painful angle. At another nod the winch stopped.

“Kick her in the cunt, hard!”\nordered the Domme.

Kirsty hesitated for such a short\nmoment but it was enough, two backhand blows from Madam Alpha’s\ncane landed on Kirsty’s ballooned left breast. Kirsty screamed, her\nshriek echoing along the corridor, and put her bound hands to her\nbreast. A second later the anal probe did it’s work again as Madam\nAlpha pressed a button on wall control panel and Kirsty screamed anew\nas her ass was seared with pain and she nearly fell to the floor. The\npain stopped.

“Kick her.”

Kirsty drew back her leg and booted\nthe poor girl in the crotch.

“Mmmph!” was all the response\nfrom her fastened mouth and then shockingly, she thrust her pelvis\nforward.

“Again, twice, and harder.”

Kirsty kicked again so hard her own\ntortured foot hurt and then again.

“Mmmmmmmph!” The woman began to\nthrash about, blowing snot from her nose as she fought for breath,\nher hips thrusting wildly towards Kirsty.

“Again!” Kirsty, kicked again,\nher heel grazing the woman’s thigh and slicing it open, blood rose\nin the wound. She woman screamed behind her stitches and rocked her\nhead from side to side, her eyes half-closed, veins standing out on\nher neck. Kirsty was astounded, the woman was actually having an\norgasm; she kicked again and again and again, her own arousal\nbecoming uncontrollable, sweating profusely inside her suit, tension\nrising, welling up between her legs and as Madam Alpha’s cane\nlanded across her breast again she fell to the floor clutching her\ncunt with her fists and rubbing like a rutting whore. Her own orgasm\nboth ecstatic and frightening in it’s intensity.

Madam Alpha took the winch control\nfrom the slave and lifted the woman off the ground again. Her moans\nof pleasure turned to grunts of pain as her arms were again strained\nand her breasts were once again put under tension by the slave.

“Your response was slow at first,”\nsaid the Madam, “you improved, but it must be instant. Do not\nhesitate when given an order, obedience slave, or you will find\nyourself in this woman’s place or even in you-know-where. Now go,\nyou must have your piss-bag fitted. You will meet me again soon and\nwe will see how instant your responses can be. \n

With a glance at the hanging woman,\nKirsty curtsied and with a “Yes, Madam Alpha,” left the room. As\nshe walked away she heard the swish of the cane as the woman’s\ntorture began anew.

Matron

She got to Matron’s office at\nprecisely at 2pm. She had actually got there ten minutes earlier but\nshe was told 2pm and didn’t want to get into any more trouble.

She knocked on the door and a voice\ntold her to enter. She grabbed at the round handle with both fists\nand turned it, pushing the door open.

“So, are we having fun yet?\nRegrets? Lots, I expect and this is only your second day.” said the\nwoman sitting at the desk in front of her. The room was laid out like\na nurses room, the sound of the Matron’s voice was deadened by the\nwhite rubber walls and floor tiles and Kirsty’s shoes made no noise\nhere. There was a bench, a gyno chair with stirrups and straps, glass\ncabinets and shelves with a mixture of medical equipment and rubber\nbondage items. The woman was dressed in a white all-over rubber suit\nwith her eyes and mouth showing through contrasting red outlining.\nOver her suit she wore a knee-length rubber apron and knee-high white\nrubber boots. Kirsty could see no seams on the suit, it appeared that\nthe gloves, the hood and presumably the feet were attached. Matron\nstood up and came around the desk and Kirsty could see a heavy\npadlock was attached to her suit at the top of her head, she was\ncompletely enclosed and locked into her clothing, even her boots had\npadlocks at the top to prevent access to what looked like white wire\nlaces. The heels on her boots were a good inch longer than Kirsty’s\nand she stood almost on her toes. Her white rubber corset also had a\npadlock at the back and her waist was drawn in severely with a wide,\nwhite leather padlocked leather belt added for effect. She was not\ngetting undressed in a hurry and not without help.

“I have..have no regrets, My Lady.\nMy experience so far has been…interesting.” She curtsied,\nprobably too late. “I have been sent here..”

“…to have a piss-bag fitted.”\ncompleted Matron, “Yes, I know. You may be spending the evening\nentertaining guests. I have been invited to attend but it’s a bit\nof a pain as I am not allowed to attend in my rubber whites and as\nyou can see I cannot get them off until seven days have elapsed and\nthat’s not until Saturday, four days away. I shall have to wear\nformal rubber over the top and the Dommes have an open fire in their\nlounge, as if I haven’t sweated enough already. Fortunately,\nthrough discrete openings, I can get to enough of my bare skin under\nmy apron to keep from asphyxiating. You cannot so you must be\nstinking like a pig under there by now especially as I see you have\nbeen pissed on and I don’t suppose it was all kept out was it?”

“No, My Lady, plus some of it went\nin my mouth.” complained Kirsty.

“I would learn to accept these\nthings, I don’t suppose it will be the last time you are pissed\nupon. You have a long way to go and so far you have been looked\nafter, although you may not think it. You have been spoken to\nrelatively nicely, you have spent the day largely unfettered and\nunencumbered; this will not continue. Tonight your learning curve\nstarts to rise steeply and by tomorrow evening things will be very\ndifferent. I will continue to be your friend in this room but if you\nsee me out and about you will see my other side. That is not to say\nthat I will not do bad things to you here but I will try to carry\nthem out with as much kindness as I can manage.”

“I thank you, My Lady.”

Kirsty was told to sit down and as\npromised she was fed but only with a fruit-flavoured milk drink.\nMatron told her it was a proprietary compound that would give her\nenergy and nutrients that would keep her going until tomorrow. “You\ncould do to lose a bit of weight off that waist anyway and off that\nfat arse.” Kirsty had never had any complaints about her ass but\nthen she was in a — previously in a – position where not a soul\nwould criticise her. She was rather proud of her figure, especially\nher tits, ‘And especially in this sex clothing,’ she thought to\nherself.

“Right, to work.” continued\nMatron, after the drink had been finished, “Please sit on the gyno\nchair and squirm down so your ass is hanging off the seat, you cannot\nfall off.”
Kirsty took her position and Matron explained what\nshe was doing as she did it. The double zip of her suit was opened\nand Kirsty felt air reach her privates, it felt cold against her\nmoist skin. Matron wiped her down with an even colder antiseptic swab\nand taking a flesh coloured double pipe proceeded to insert it into\nKirsty’s urethra. Kirsty yelped at the discomfort. Once Matron was\nhappy the pipe was in the correct distance she took a small syringe\nand attached it to the second pipe, gently pressing the plunger.\nKirsty panicked as she felt her pee-hole expanded by an inflating\nbladder and struggled a little.

“Don’t move, I don’t want to\nstart again,” said Matron, “the bladder has to be expanded to\nkeep the main pipe in, it is a little uncomfortable at first but you\nwill get used to it, I bet you hardly feel that little anal intruder\nnow do you? Well, except when someone presses that little remote\ncontrol thingy anyway.” She chuckled.

Very funny, thought Kirsty, who was\nstill well aware of her ‘little anal intruder’.

“The one you’ve got in isn’t a\nreal one anyway.” Matron continued, “As you will find out in the\nmorning the real ones don’t have that narrow bit on the end which\nat present is allowing your sphincter to close around it to prevent\nit coming out. No, the real ones don’t narrow at the base as the\nidea is to hold open your sphincter so that it stretches. The phalli\nyou will be wearing after today will start at about an inch in\ndiameter and be long enough to allow full penetration of your anus\nwhen fully inserted, however the chains that will hold it in are\nslack enough to allow the phallus to fall out so far and no farther,\nthat way they can be moved in and out to remind you of their presence\nand every time you sit down you will fuck yourself in the ass. I’ve\ndone it. it’s quite nice sometimes, but only if you can take it out\nwhen you get fed up; you will not have that option, it stays until\nsomeone takes it out. Oh, and they all have that little electro bit\nin them too, just in case.”

Kirsty listened with dread, the one\nshe had in was big enough and she could feel it almost all the time,\nmoving around, turning her on sometimes, sometimes pissing her off.

Matron had finished with the\ninsertion and holding a bucket under the end of the pipe she released\na clamp, urine began to flow. Kirsty looked down and instinctively\ntried to stop it but nothing happened; she was taking a piss and\ncouldn’t do anything about it. When the flow had ended Matron had\nKirsty stand up and then pulled the double zip up close against the\npipes and applied a small padlock between the end rings of the zip.\nShe left the syringe in place too. A harness went round Kirsty’s\nwaist and a series of straps were tightened around her left thigh and\ndownward to her knee where the last strap had an attachment which was\nto hold the transparent rubber bladder that she affixed to the end of\nthe tube. Kirsty’s piss-bag was secured in place. She was told that\nover the course of the evening it would fill up and be replaced, her\nurine would be taken away and used to treat other occupants of the\nmansion, she did not say how.

“Well, nearly finished my girl,\njust one more thing to do, stand up and turn away from me. Matron\nfitted Kirsty with a very wide leather neck-collar. When it was\nbuckled and fully laced the leather gripped her throat in a vice and\nthe height of it held Kirsty’s head still, holding it rigidly\nforward and raised a little. She could not turn it to the side, nor\nlook up or down. Matron attached leather cuffs to each wrist and\npadlocked a short chain to each cuff.

“Hands behind you, you won’t be\nneeding them for the rest of the day.”

Kirsty put her hands behind her and\neach one was taken, her elbow bent, and each wrist pulled high up her\nback and fastened by its chain to the ring at the back of the collar,\nKirsty heard padlocks attached. She was uncomfortable, immobile for\nthe most part and very, very helpless.

“Would you like to see yourself,\nyou’ll either love it or hate it? Oops, nearly forgot.” Cuffs\nwere fitted above her knees, under the piss tube and a short chain\npadlocked on. Kirsty was dressed.

Matron opened a tall cupboard and\nKirsty saw her reflection in the mirror attached inside the door. She\ngasped despite her discomfort.

Before her was a figure from her\nwildest dreams and it was herself. Tight, high heeled shoes on\npain-wracked feet, black rubber on her legs holding a transparent bag\nwhich already had a little urine in it, a pipe running up her thigh\nand disappearing inside her body, the outline of the threatening\nlittle syringe easily visible against the black of her rubber-covered\ncrotch. Her tight corset, the black leather holding her waist so\nrigidly. Her breasts, magnificent in their individual tight bags of\nblack rubber, the banding at the base holding them firm and\nglobe-like, forced out even more obscenely by the strained position\nof her arms behind her back, her left breast glowing with pain under\nthe rubber where Madam Alpha's cane had struck her. She imagined\nthree bright red welts there under the material and looked forward in\na newly found masochistic way to having her breasts beaten again by\nMadam Alpha. At her neck she looked at the shaped collar, her head\nimmobile in it’s embrace, her black rubber lips highlighting her,\nas yet un-pierced, pink tongue. Her face and bald head, covered by\nyet more rubber, her eyes almost invisible behind her fetish-round,\nblack goggles. Her shoulders pulled back by the taut bondage of her\nhands. Matron moved a mirror behind her and she could see herself\nfrom behind in the front glass. The back of her tight shoes, the\ncurve of her calves, the shininess of the knee chain restricting her\nmovements and tautness of her thighs and buttocks, she imagined (and\nfelt) her anal probe inside and looked forward to fucking herself in\nthe ass with her promised [threatened] new intruder tomorrow. Her\nuseless hands bound into fists, now even more pointless, chained up\nher back. Again she tried to move her head but it’s smooth rubber\ncovering was immobile against her new collar.

Matron pushed herself against Kirsty,\nput her hand on a breast and while kneading the hidden rubber spikes\nbeneath her fingers, tormenting Kirsty’s nipple. She reached around\nand with a regular rhythm pushed on Kirsty’s anal dildo. In, out,\nin, out. Kirsty started to breathe heavily, pushing her ass back\nagainst Matron’s hand. Almost unnoticed, Matron moved Kirsty\ntowards the door of the surgery and opening it, gave Kirsty a last\nstroke on the nipple, a last push on the dildo and slight push out\ninto the hall. Kirsty felt the hands leave her, a door slam and she\nwas alone in the hallway on the verge of an orgasm.

‘Shit,’ she thought,\n‘shit,shit,shit!’ She was in a cloud of frustration, and\npleasure; she had never felt so aroused and so unfulfilled. She\nlooked for somewhere she could push her pussy against to try to\ncomplete the threatening orgasm. She felt like a slut and didn’t\ngive a shit. Had there been a park bench in front of her and even if\nshe was outside being watched by her grandmother she would still have\nplaced her legs either side of the backrest and fucked herself on\nthat ‘little anal intruder’!

‘Calm down,” she told herself,\nher breaths becoming less frenetic, ‘there is nothing you can do.’

At that point ML appeared around the\ncorner. Kirsty barely remembered in time but managed to curtsy\nalthough it was now far more difficult with her hands chained up\nbehind her and her legs chained almost together.

“Matron has a way with sex, does\nshe not?” said ML.

“Fuck me, My Lady, please just fuck\nme!” Kirsty blurted out, instantly regretting her words, this was\nnot a good thing to have said.

ML grabbed her nipples through the\nrubber and squeezed the spikes into her erect tissue, she brought her\nlips against Kirsty’s, their goggles touching, and kissed her, her\ntongue probing deep into Kirsty’s rubberised mouth. Then\nwithdrawing just a fraction she whispered through the rubber into\nKirsty’s ear, “Oh dear, dear little obedience slave. I have\ndecided to reveal myself as a Madam and you are mine now, my personal\npet for as long as I like. Rest assured, you are already fucked!”

Kirsty came. Rubbing herself against\nMy Lady like a common whore, she moaned and screamed in pain in\npleasure as she fell to her knees and ML shocked her in the ass.

End of part 1

More in Part 2 as My Lady asserts\nherself as a Madam and Kirsty finds herself entertaining some guests,\nand not in a good way [for her].

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