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Mardi Gras Reflections From Bad to Worse Chapter 5 "Time to get you ready to travel honey. Are you thirsty?" Mistress asked. By now she had removed my gag and cuffs. And I was sitting down on the floor at her feet. I had been allowed to remove my maid's outfit I'd worn today cleaning the house and preparing the bags four our trip back to New Orleans. Mistress and I had eaten dinner and it was now quite late in the evening. I'd not bothered to slip into anything other then my chastity belt, my metal chastity bra, and the collar. I nodded to Mistress's question and got permission to get a glass of water. I drank it rather slow as I wasn't looking forwards to being prepared to go see Karl. Don't get me wrong. I still cared deeply for Karl. But it was the way I was going to see him I didn't enjoy. But, sighing, I got up when Mistress did, and moved to the garage. There was the case. Four feet high, three feet deep, and almost five feet long. It was a very large steamer trunk. Larger then average to accommodate me and all that was in it. Mistress powdered me from neck to toes and helped me slip into the black latex body suit. I slipped my feet in and my arms into the sleeves after bending over slightly. My fingers went the formless gloves sealing my fingers together and stood up pulling the suit tight to my body as Mistress ran the zipper down from the middle of my back, under my ass, and up through my crotch, back up and to the top of the suit. Mistress attached the earpiece to my collar again so I could hear her and then slipped the hood, more of a gas mask really, over my head and buckled it shut. I could breathe through the hose but I knew what was to come and it had me breathing quicker. Mistress pulled my hands behind me and buckled the wrists together. But that was only so she could sleep the arm binder on me. It was placed on me and tightened. I could feel my elbows in back touching as Mistress helped me. Now nearly blind cause of the red tented lenses in the mask, into the trunk. Actually, it was more like laid me in the mold in the case. There was a form fitting mold in the case I would be lying in. I'd be on my side, with my legs bent a little bit, my arms bound behind me. When I was in the bottom half, Mistress buckled the straps over my form. Hooking the hose to my mask to the sleeping gas bottles sharing the case with me, and then took the lap top, snapped it into the slot designed for it. She then hooked the cable up to the regulator to the sleeping gas bottles, and large batteries in the bottom of the case. I could here Mistress tell me to sleep well, as the lights went out as the case lid closed down on me, and I smelled the distinctive odor of gas entering my system and started having a nightmare? The Nightmare Begins I slowly came around, moaning groggily. I didn't want to wake up, I was still half-asleep and just wanted to roll over onto my side and sleep a bit longer. But as I tried to, I was jerked up short, coming a bit more awake, I realized why, I was chained at the neck to the top of my bed. I was used to being bound to my bed every night but some thing just wasn't right. My arms and legs where free, something that wouldn't be the case if I was in my own bed. I was crouched in a ball, as I used to sleep, in the fetal position. Coming more awake, I knew something wasn't right; my eye's where open but I couldn't see anything, not a thing, and my eyesight was very good. But it was pitch black in here. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" but there wasn't a sound. I managed to feel the walls as far as the chain around my neck allowed. The walls felt metallic I could even reach all the walls with my feet. I was in a five-foot by five-foot room as close as I could tell. I yelled for someone to come and get me out. I even kicked the door and banged on the walls and floor as well but there wasn't any reaction. I could tell that other then my chastity outfit I was no longer clothed. Thank god for my little modesty. "Mistress, you there?" I could feel the chastity device locked on my loin give a squeeze so I knew she could hear me. I reached up and felt my right ear, but the hearing device was gone. So I couldn't hear her. Before I could ask another question. A bright floodlight came on and blinded me, and a voice came on over some sort of speaker over head. "Well, I see the slut knows how to asked questions properly." "Hello? Who are you? Let me go please" "Stupid idiot" the voice said and the light went off again. I was seeing spots in front of my eyes from the bright floodlight. I didn't know what I had done but I asked "Mistress, do you know where I am?" I got quick two squeezes from the belt right before the bright floodlight popped back on and blinded me again. "Better slut, you are at my house in my training room. You'll be here for quite a while until you learn certain things" "What are those?" I asked, and again the light went out. This time I remained quiet. I didn't even ask Mistress Claire any questions. Time passed and I got sleepy. I lay down on the ground as best I could and drifted off to sleep. The sound of metal banging woke me up with a start, I banged my head as I looked up and saw a slit of light above me. I rubbed my eyes, and heard "Take the tray stupid bitch" and I obeyed quickly. Sitting on the tray was some bread, some soup, and a small plastic cup with some water in it. I ate the bread, and the soup, it was tomato, and drank the water, I didn't realize how hungry I was until I smelled it. I'm afraid I wasn't very lady like as I wolfed the food down. I didn't think, until after I had, what might have been in the food as I started to feel very groggy. I passed out. When I came too again, this time I was sitting in a chair. I tried to move but found I was cuffed with my hand behind me to the back of the chair I was sitting in, and my ankles where also cuffed to the legs of the chair. I raised up my head and there was this person, a female, standing before me. She was dressed like one of those old school maidens or old Victorian ladies from the early twenties or thirties. She was wearing a long flowing gown, all the way down to her ankles, completely covering them. Her dress completely covered her arms down to the wrists she had white, ruffled, cloth wrist collars. She also had a around her neck a high stiff collar, with a white band of crinkled cloth covering her neck up under her chin, she had her hands clasped behind her back as she looked down at me. Her hair was done up in a severe bun on the top of her head. She didn't look as if she used make up either. Her waist was whittled down to an amazing proportion, which could only be because of a corset under her clothing. Her dress was dark blue and had a wide circular hoop skirt that went all the way to the floor, it completely covered her legs down to her feet. She looked like she had just stepped off the set of 'Gone with the Wind'. I felt like calling her Miss Scarlet but didn't think I'd get a laugh. "Hello?" I said. "You really must be stupid bitch, are you stupid?" she asked. "No, I'm not stupid. Why have you kidnapped me?" She stepped forward and leaned over as she brought her hands from behind her. A small black box like device descended towards my inner left leg and I felt a zap of pain that caused me to scream out with the pain. I yelled out as the tazer felt like it was burning against my skin. . "That's Mistress you stupid slut from now on, unless you want me to burn your hide off you silly bitch. Now say it". She gave me a glare that would have melted a steel girder. "Yes Mistress". I said for the sake of my unmarked flesh. "Good, now then. Pay attention. I know how much you sluts like playing at this. And it sickens me. You wanna be women all think this is some dame game. To get off with your pathetic jerking of you're little cocks. Disgusting.." "But..." I tried to explain about how little I was allowed to orgasm.. "Shut up maggot!" she yelled and then slammed the tazer down on my leg again and left it so long I thought it was going to leave a permanent mark. "I told you to listen dumb shit, now listen! Apparently someone has been training you, which is what a dumb girl like you needs obviously, but I'm going to correct that. I do admit these metal undergarments where a good beginning, where is the key cunt?" "Well Mistress. The key is at my house". She gave me a look of disbelief as if I had actually surprised her but she said, "You have control of your own chastity belt? You can get out when eve you want and jerk that pathetic thing between your legs!" she was screaming now. "I've seen enough of you bitches. Acting like some two bit whore with your mouth latched onto every cock that is pushed in front of your lips." I guess I must have blushed or given some clue cause the next thing she said was "I see, you are a pathetic little cock swallower aren't you?" she really started to rant and rave now. "You whore" as she brought the tazer back around and applied it to my thighs "You cunt! You piece of shit. You stupid fucking no good man stealing bitch! You so called Mistress wouldn't know how to train a slave to save her life! She's a joke, a lie, and if I had the chance, I'd train her stupid ass as my personal slave!" she moved the tazer from my leg, and I could see she was flat pissed off. I probably shouldn't have said what I did but her comments about my Mistress set me off. "You! Train her as a slave? You couldn't train a cat to take a nap. You have to kidnap people to be your slaves, you're a joke! A fraud, and further more..." that's where I had to stop. She'd been in shock at my reaction at first, but she recovered quickly and she brought the tazer up from my legs and jammed it into my neck and held it there. My throat closed up, my tongue felt like it was cleaved to the roof of my mouth, I could feel my hair trying to stand on end, and my eye's rolling into the back of my head. The last thing I remember for I lost consciousness was her saying "You'll learn cunt, you'll learn or die!" New Outfit I woke up again. In the same place I was before, the small five-foot by five-foot room. This time though, the collar didn't chain me up to the wall. I just lay there for a while, trying to swallow through the painful knot in my throat. I kept blinking my eyes thinking that I should be able to see something. Finally, the bright light flashed on and this crazy person came back over the speaker. "I'm going to open the door to your cell, I want you to step out and walk around a bit. You'll notice an outfit. You don't' have to get into it right away. But you won't be let past the door of the basement until you do. Also, just for your information. I've had the basement sound proofed, the glass on the basement windows are one way glass and bullet proof and the door out is electronically locked and made of steel. Enjoy" and with that I heard a loud clicking sound from the door. I pushed on it and it started to swing open. There was light coming through the door as I struggled to my knees, then finally my feet. I walked out into the basement and just stood there at the doorway looking. The basement was very nice, considering. It was carpeted, with two pillars in the room, the walls where painted a pale pink color, there was a dresser off to one side, a cloths dresser next to that. There was also a cot against the same wall as the door I had just stepped through. The stairs across the way went up to a very solid looking door. There was a strange device on the other side of the room and a single chair with a squared off box like bottom. I spent a little time stretching out and working the kinks out of my muscles, "Just so you know you will not be getting any food until you're dressed in everything in the closet. So your going to do eventually, might as well get started" "Yes Ma'am, I was just trying to wake up and stretch" "Well get to it" "Yes Ma'am" I had finished stretching anyway, and so I moved over to the closet. I opened it and there where a number of things in there. As the doors opened there was a dress hanging from an inside hook on it and it swung out as it was opened. It looked a bit like what the crazy lady who'd kidnapped me was wearing. And some other things where included in there as well. I wasn't sure where it all went so "Ma'am? Where do I begin?" and with her help she instructed me what to do and where it all went. I put on knee high white stockings over which I put on this long pale pink French Bloomer pants. The bloomers had lace around the top and just below the knees. There were three ties at the crotch, and I did them up into bows as instructed. The boots out of the bottom of the closet where the old fashion button up kind, and I pulled this on my feet and buttoned them up. She directed me over to the machine over off to the side and told me it was a corset lacer. She instructed me to get into the corset, pull it up around my waist and hook the ties to the four different arms. After I had done that the machine turned on, and the laces began to tighten. It hummed along for a moment and then stopped. I found it harder to breath but not extremely so. That when she told me to reach up, and grab a hold of the handles above me. I did so and suddenly, clamps came down around my wrists, locking me to the corseting bar. The machine kicked in again and that's when I really started to gasp for breath. The corset pulled tighter, and tighter. I was being pulled in two. "Please..." gasp "...its too tight Ma'am" as the laces continued to pull tight. I was breathing in short gasps of air; I was starting to get light headed when the machine stopped pulling. The door leading upstairs opened, and inside stepped the nut that had captured me. "Nice, very nice indeed" she said as she moved over to me. She took up the laces and quickly tied them behind me. Is tugged them away into a flap and I heard the familiar sound of a lock clicking shut and didn't' think I'd be getting out of this corset soon or that that was a typical Victorian addition to any corset ever worn back then. She brought the dress over and had me step into it. She pulled it up my legs and over my shrunken waist. She reached up and did something to one of the restraints holding me and my left arm came free, I placed that arm into the sleeve of the dress and then she relocked my arm back up above my head. My other arm soon followed and she zipped up the back. The neck of the outfit came directly up under my chin and there was another of them white stiff ruffled collars. The collar must have had a corset of its own cause she was tying off more laces and my head couldn't move an inch side to side after a bit. Another of those ominous clicks let me know she had locked the dress on me as well. The skirt portion of the dress seemed rather generous and wide as compared to the bodice. She ordered me to step into this hoop skirt, there were three circles held about my legs going from just below the middle of my hips down around my knees, and with the third hoop around my ankles. The leather strap at my waist buckled closed, pulling my already constricted waist even tighter, or so it felt as she put her knee in my back to get the buckled pulled closed. The spaces between the leather straps, four of them, going down my front, sides, and back let anyone that wished to see my pink silk bloomers. She didn't bring over one long petticoat, not even two, but three full flouncy matching pale pink petticoats. They pressed firmly against my silk bloomers; I tried wiggling a bit but knew walking with all those stiff petticoats under the hoop skirt would be a trial. She knelt down, her back was still ramrod straight as she was wearing a similar outfit as mine, and only able to do it cause her knees where bent. She cuffed my ankles together. She again unlocked my left wrist, brought it down to my waist and she clipped a hidden catch to my waist, then released the other wrist and hooked that to a catch in my dress, locking my wrists at my side, leaving me about four inches. Now, it wasn't as if I was being dressed, as you would imagine. I wasn't in a maid's outfit or anything. "Let me just get this apron on you, and we can begins your training." And with that, she tied a very short white apron around my waist. As I said, I wasn't dressed as a maid. More as an old Victorian lady or an extra right out of one of them eighteenth or nineteenth movies. She pulled me over to the dressing table and starting doing up my hair and make up. She put my hair up behind in a single bun in back, and used two chopsticks and slipping them in at angles so I had a half X in back. The make up was very low key and as I looked at the mirror in front of me I almost looked stern and foreboding. "There, that's how girls like you should look. Not long some tart or trollop looking for a cock to suck. Now the lipstick and make up is semi-permanent. It can only be removed with the proper remover, which is here on this table as well. Time to get you trained in proper deportment. Come with me girl". That was the best part of the day. The rest of the day went badly. She tried to teach me how to eat. Sounds simply huh? Not as easy as you think, she had to show me, over and over where each fork, spoon, knife, glass, plate and napkin went. I repeated it until my throat was sore from talking. That afternoon before I was allowed to get up from the chair I must have done an acceptable job cause she let me get up to go to the bathroom, and by then my bladder was killing me. She wouldn't let me even get up to use the facilities until I had everything down perfect. I was one grateful person. When I got back she got me to start making dinner. Now, I'd had classes and was a damn good cook. I wasn't a five-star chef no, but I could serve in a high-end establishment. I'd been going now for a year to learn an assortment of items and techniques for cooking. She gave me orders for a simple meal and I was able to prepare it. The only thing that hindered me was she never once removed my wrists from my waist. I found out there was a thin double looping of fine chain going around my waist and each wrist. That's why I couldn't break free as the hormones had made me a bit weak. Though I wished I could. If so I'd have throttled her very happily. After dinner, she and I retired to what she referred to as the parlor. I was placed on the floor and she began reading a large novel. I was beginning to notice, for the first time, how old the house appeared, not as in falling apart, but in decorum. There weren't any electric lights, any television, and no digital clocks. The lamps where all old world oil style, the furniture looked like it was hand carved, no color pictures, but rather paintings or black shadow silhouettes. In fact, except for the basement, there didn't appear to be any modern conveyances of any sort in the house. I was beginning to nod off being so bored just sitting there with her nose buried in the book. It was almost another hour before she stood up and moved me back downstairs. She left me in the dress, and I was so tired I didn't care. And was too tired to hear if she'd locked the door or not as I was already asleep. Reversal of Fortunes "Get up slut!" came blaring over the speakers in the tiny room. I came awake and was so startled, that, even with the corset on I jumped out of bed, slipped, and fell over onto my ass and back. Her laughter was cruel and humiliating. "Time for more training girl, get up here" and I heard the door unlock, it was a pain getting to my feet from the floor, I struggled for a while to even bend my waist enough to get a hold of the bed, much less my feet. Having my wrists still locked to my waist wasn't helping any. Finally I did manage though and got out the door and up the steps to the first floor of the house. I hadn't felt anything from the belt in a while now and that was starting to worry me. Where was my real Mistress, where was Karl. Had they forgotten me? I hoped they hadn't. It was another long day going over the proper way to walk demurely, how to address everyone with the correct form of address. From Master if they are young adults and single, to baron, to countess, your Highness, dukes and duchess, and how to recognize people in the military and there decorations. It was all very boring if you ask me. It wasn't like I was going to be seeing any of those people. But she insisted I learn them. She kept saying she was training me to act and behave like a real lady. The belt gave me a squeeze and I knew Mistress was there. Listening, if nothing else. I guess I had finally messed up an answer so badly she went into one of her yelling moods. "YOU STUPID SHIT! I said it was the Congressional Medal of Honor, not the Purple Heart. You stupid bitch, I'm going to teach you or kill you!" she was screaming so loud and was apparently so mad her face started to turn red. She grabbed my ear lobe and was jerking so hard I thought she was going to rip it off. She pulled me along behind her down to the basement; she dragged me over to the corseting bar, and had me stretched out in record time. She almost ripped my cloths off. When she got me down to just the bloomers, and corset, she pulled off the bloomers and started cursing under her breath. "Damn, I forgot about that fucking thing. It's going to make whipping your impertinent ass impossible. I'm tired of this. Where the hell did you say those son of a bitching key's where?" I told her and she stormed off. Leaving me standing there, my arms bound up above my head to the corseting machine. I'm not sure how long I stood there. I tried to keep track at first, but after a while I just gave up. I was starting to get worried, I'd been standing her now for several hours at least, I think I was starting to hallucinate, I wasn't sure, I thought I heard a noise, then didn't, then I thought I heard it again, but it stopped. Again I went back to waiting. This time I was sure I heard some noise, it was coming from above me, not by the door. I was so tired it was hard to concentrate. Then I heard someone calling my name. "Suzette where are you!" it sounded familiar but I wasn't sure. "Down here! I'm in the basement! Who is it!" I was hoping I was going to be rescued and I was, thank god. With the person calling out for me, and my replying back, the door to the basement finally opened, and in walked Karl. If I could have kissed him at that moment I'd have done so and more. I just wanted out of here. He was able to release me from the corseting machine he grabbed me up and we headed out of the basement. We had to stop long enough for me to dress up in the outfit I had been in. Karl hadn't thought to bring me any other cloths to wear and I needed something. Karl spent time looking around, making sure there where no camera's or pictures. He found a whole photo album of me. She had apparently been taking pictures for a number of months. I was seen shopping, moving around the house, and mowing the lawn as well as number of other activities. Once I was dressed again, I heard Karl calling me upstairs to help him. I hadn't been allowed up here as yet and went I finally found Karl I was impressed. There was an entire dungeon full of bondage equipment upstairs, we found a number of outfits in a wardrobe closet, Karl looked at me, judged I'd fit into some of the cloths but not which ones, and he grabbed up an armful, and told me to help. We had the cloths down into the car in the garage in three trips, she had a bit closet. Finally, looking around, and not finding anything else interesting, or incriminating we hauled our tails out of there and home. New luggage When Karl and I finally got home I was so tire, worn out, and emotionally wrong out I just went straight to my room, and crashed. I could hear Karl in the other room talking to Mistress and I thought I heard another voice but wasn't sure before I succumbed to sleep. I was so tired I didn't even try to slip out of the cloths I was in. and it was several hours later that I woke up. One of metal stays was digging into my side. I rolled over and tried getting out of bed. Getting in was easy, just fall over, but with this corset on it was almost impossible. I had to roll over onto my stomach, and push off the bed and backwards and got to my feet. After a huge stretch and yawn I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. "Hello Suz honey. I'm glad you're back, and safe. I was really worried about you." I could tell from the sound of her voice over the speaker, she really had been, and really did care about me. Now I felt even worse then I had when I ran from Karl "Thanks you Mistress, what time is it please?" I still remembered my manners. "It is now almost three in the afternoon dear, you get enough rest?" Mistress asked. "Yes Ma'am. Thank you for letting me sleep late. I was pretty tired. Is everything ok? I don't' have to do a lot of chores around the house today or anything? I'm so confused as to what day it is and what I need to do" "Relax sweetie, you have the next several days to recoup and relax. Take it easy, and enjoy. We also have something to discuss..." Mistress was saying as I walked into the living room. I looked over into the living room. Sitting on the sofa was Karl; he was flipping through the channels on the television. He was sitting there in just a pair of boxers, one arm draped over the arm of the couch. "Well hello cutie, how you feeling? Better now that you've had sleep in your own bed?" the way he stretched out the word own bed was comforting. "Yes Sir. I feel much better. Thank you so much for not giving up on me." I had been saying as I was walking up to him. As I sat down on the couch I leaned over and kissed him fondly on the cheek. "Well..." and I thought he actually sounded slightly embarrassed, "...it was sort of my fault you stormed off that night and I did see the car speeding off that night. I'm afraid I wasn't fast enough to get the license of the car. Thank god for this little collar of yours dear. It might just have saved you. I didn't know it acted as a homing beacon. Your Mistress must really care a lot about you not to want to loose you." "Very true Karl, Suz is very precious to me. And I heard what you said to her last Friday night about selling her. And I wasn't impressed." Uh oh, Mistress sounded very upset. "Sorry about that, I wasn't serious, and it was the wrong thing to say apparently. Forgive me?" and, surprisingly, I did. Poor thing sounded so contrite I couldn't help it. "Yes Sir, I do." And smiled at him. He smiled back. And everything was alright between us again. I tried to bend over to hug him but the cloths I was still stuffed into interfered. "I've got to get out of this outfit, care to help me?" I asked flirting with him as I batting my eyelashes outrageously. He laughed and agreed. We had to cut several of the locks off of my cloths with bolt cutters, but when I was finally down to just my constant metal underwear I actually felt great just wearing my metal panties and bra. "Suze, we need to talk." "Yes Mistress." And with that, I walked over to Karl and sat down on the couch. "Now, we have the women, Charlene that kidnapped you. We don't' have any prove of what she did and no way to prove that what was done to you wasn't with your consent. We also don't' feel the courts would punish her harshly enough considering your Particular...situation. So, we think we, by that I mean Karl and I should punish her. Now, what this means to you is this. She will be staying here with you for the next several weeks, if not months. We know that we are doing the same thing to her she did to you, but she did it first and this is punishment. We'd never have gone out and kidnapped her in the first place unlike her." I lay there for a while. Thinking about what she had said, and asked. "What all are you planning to do to her?" "Well, me and Karl thought we'd get her, her own chastity belt to start, and we'd ring her nipples. She'd also be whipped daily to start, for a month. Also, since she seemed to be interested in training slaves, we'd see if we could train her to be one." "Where is she now Mistress?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew. When I had woke up this morning, the cage I'd set up in my bedroom was missing. I hadn't really liked it in there anyway. It didn't go with the little girl look but... "She is in the spare bedroom, in your cage right now. We can either release her and forget about it, or we can discipline her or you can call the police and explain everything that happened. I don't think they are going to like the fact she's been locked up in your spare bedroom for the last twenty-four hours though. What would you like do hon?" I thought about it for a while. I could have taken this to the authorities less then a day ago. And still could. If I wanted to, but I didn't really feel like it. And decide, in the end to let Mistress and Karl to handle it and told them. "Ok, sweetie. There are going to be some unpleasant things that might occur over the next few months to her. She isn't going to like it much. Now, all we have to do is get her belted and she should start repenting her actions shortly." "Yes Mistress" "Now that that is settled. I have a surprise for you. I was going to tell you after your date with Karl but that was interrupted. I know you have been cooped up in this house now for almost a year. Sure, you've gone out to shop for groceries, and to eat, mostly fast food a few times and otherwise, but I think you need a real vacation. I was thinking of inviting you and Karl to Mardi Gras but it appears he can't attend. I could meet you there and we could have some fun together? What do you say pet? Would you like that?" I didn't even have to think about it. "Yes Ma'am! I'd not only like it, I'd love it. But isn't Karl going to be able to go?" I asked as I looked at him. "No, damn my luck, I'm booked for a large tattoo job to be done on a customer. But I bet you'll have fun up there anyway" "Yes Karl, she will..." Before Mistress could say anything else, I interrupted her before I thought about it "Mistress? What about my belt, how are we going to get me to New Orleans for Mardi Gras?" "Well..." and I noted a hint of displeasure, realizing what I'd done "...what I was going to say is, I'm mailing you a briefcase, a special briefcase. It will have limited range. Unlike the home system has. Only about three miles, not the thirty or so you've become used to. But it will get you to the party, and allow you to go out and have some fun there before I get there and contact you." "I have a friend there that will meet you. You'll know who it will be. Now, I want you to think about what you need for a few days. Pack up your belongings, and I'll send you the case and the tickets and even book you a room at a nice hotel along the parade route and I'll be with you after your first day there. I can't wait to see you in person honey. Now, you have an entire week off. Do what you want. And I'll be seeing you soon sweetie. I love you." Karl turned to me and gave me a big hug saying, "I'm glad your safe as well honey, I love you too." And he kissed me. That was the first time Karl had said that. I could just sit there grinning and blushing like a fool.