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It was delightful being home, despite the dust that had built up in our absence, and we took delight in kicking off our shoes and stripping down to our undies before making a drink in the kitchen. We showered and relaxed, recovering from the flight before we unpacked. Neither of us had fully realised all the things we had bought, for they had stayed in suitcases most of the time, and we really enjoyed laying out all the lovely clothes and the selection of toys we had gathered. I was surprised, first that Vanya had packed many of the items in her own case, and then at all the bondage equipment - straps, manacles and other weird devices - that Vanya had bought, much of which I hadn't seen before. I wondered in trepidation when and how she intended to use them on me! That night, however, we snuggled into bed together - me without bonds - luxuriating in the smooth, cool touch of our latex sheets and duvet, a feeling we had both missed. The next day, being a Sunday, I cleaned the house and we put everything away, but at a lazy, self-indulgent pace that gave us plenty of time to enjoy each other on our own again in our own house. In the afternoon, Vanya took me down to the playroom and shackled me tightly against the wall, spread-eagled and chained to several wall-rings. "It's lovely to be home again, Jane. Here I can tie you up in any position I fancy and do anything I want for as long as I decide. I don't even have to worry if you try to scream the house down," she told me with glee. Vanya went to work on my body, teasing and exciting before eventually making me climax several times with a vibrator and the love-bag. At last I was released and Vanya took me over to the bed where she sat astride my face until she was equally satisfied. On Monday we went to the office and were both pleasantly surprised at how well our temporary lady-manager had coped in our absence. She was delighted to see us and asked all about our trip but, of course, we didn't tell her of the most interesting parts! She complimented me on my figure, asking if I had lost weight, as I looked much slimmer and more shapely! Vanya smiled at me with mischief in her eyes as I rambled on that yes I had, and the exercise and so on, momentarily being tempted to say that Vanya had bought me a new, tighter, rubber corset! Although things were busy for a few days it soon settled down to the normal day-to-day routine and was business as usual. Vanya decided to keep our new employee, on the grounds that we could take time away from the office if we wanted to, and Gwen was more than delighted with her permanent status, especially with a nice raise in salary. I was all for the arrangement as well, at the time, but I hadn't taken account of Vanya's devious mind. A couple of weeks later, Vanya drove us home via a shipping company in town that we used quite a lot. A while later two large boxes were loaded into the back of our car and we continued home. I saw foreign stamps all over the boxes and also Vanya's writing on one of the labels, concluding that these were what she had sent on ahead. I was sure we hadn't bought all that but one look at the secretive smile on Vanya's face was enough to know that she wouldn't be answering any questions until she was ready! I was told to take the larger box directly to the playroom when we had shut the garage. I was surprised at how heavy it was as I carefully fitted it through the doorways. Vanya followed with the other box, also struggling with the weighty package then, slightly out of breath, ordered me to put mine on the bed. Without another word on the subject Vanya took my hand and led me upstairs to change and make dinner. Vanya disappeared while I cleared up after our meal, popping in to see how I was doing some half-hour later. I was virtually done so she helped me finish up then took my hand, saying she had something to show me. In the bedroom she undressed me completely, apart from my corset, then told me to go to the toilet. When I returned I was led to our playroom, where both boxes stood empty against the wall. "I know you're curious about what was in them," said Vanya following my gaze. "I would rather show you over the next few months, although most of the clothes I've put away in our wardrobes. I do want you to see and feel one new toy right now, Jane. Let's try it for size." The 'toy' was like a thick rubber sack, a bit longer than my height, with heavy steel rings at each end, and several zips over the outside. It lay on top of the table in the middle of the room, with the main zip down the length of it open and Vanya pointed, telling me to sit down on the middle of it. As I climbed up and did so she held up two flaps of rubber, ordering me to slide a leg into each and, on doing so, I found they were loose sheathes for each leg. I wriggled myself down as instructed until my feet were at the bottom then Vanya lifted up the top folds of rubber and told me to put my arms into similar sheathes forming part of the inside of the sack. Once my hands had reached the mitten-like ends I was commanded to lay back, whereupon Vanya tightened a thick rubber strap over my chest, above my breasts which prevented me withdrawing my arms from the loose, but restraining sleeves attached to the inside of the sack. While she was putting me into the thing Vanya explained, with high enthusiasm "I've been dying to put you into this, my darling Slave, ever since I saw it in Holland. It was very expensive, but it really is the ultimate in domination and control!" I trembled at what she might have in store for me but, as usual when she was in a particularly dominant mood, she wouldn't answer any questions. Once I was trapped inside the thick black rubber I watched helplessly as Vanya tied ropes to the rings at each end of the bag, one of which was tied to a ringbolt in the wall behind my head. The other rope was threaded through another ringbolt in the opposite wall and Vanya began tugging until my rubber-encased body was lifted clear of the table. With the other rope tied off I found I was trapped inside a hammock of thick latex, the tension in the ropes making the rubber grip my arms and legs a little bit tighter. Puffing slightly, Vanya stood by my side, a look of supreme satisfaction and anticipation on her lovely face. Her eyes sparkled as she told me "Now I can fit the interesting bits, Jane!" I watched as she picked up a length of thick, black rubber hose, noticing that one end finished in what looked very much like the 'comforters' she often inserted into me and watched in trepidation as she fiddled the other end of the hose down between my groin and thighs. There must have been a hole through the rubber because she managed to feed all of the hose down until she was just holding the very thick rounded-head of the end at my crotch. My fears were warranted, for Vanya rubbed the already-lubricated head over the entrance to my body and gently wriggled and pushed until the whole comforter slipped inside me. Vanya reached down to pick up a rubber bulb and tube before working deep between my thighs where I couldn't see what she was doing. I felt it, however, for she squeezed the bulb several times and I felt the head grow inside me until I knew it was too big to come out again without being deflated. Once the bulb and tube were removed Vanya slid a second, thinner rubber pipe into the same place then began to fiddle with my clit, as Vanya now always called it, and when she had finished, my tiny member was softly gripped inside the thick rubber end of the second tube. Wiping her hands, Vanya leaned across to kiss me lightly on the lips, telling me "It must be so frustrating not knowing what I'm going to do to you next, Jane" She wasn't joking! And she still refused to answer any of my questions. What did come next was the removal of the gold rings through my nipples and, in their place, Vanya inserted short gold studs with insulated wires attached to them. I dreaded what Vanya might have in mind but there was nothing I could do to stop her and I knew, well enough, that expecting answers or mercy was a waste of time. Vanya took the zipper at my feet and began to tug it up, trapping my body closely inside the bag that made up the hammock. She stopped at my waist to thread the wires from my nipples through the skin of the bag then pulled the zip up to my throat. Leaving me a moment, she returned to kiss me before lifting a mask into view. I only saw a brief glance as Vanya lowered it onto my face, a moulded face-cover with a rubber tube, which was pushed into my mouth to rest on my tongue. I saw a small hole near the nose and found that, even with the soft rubber covering my face, I could breath quite easily, as Vanya pushed the sides of the mask down over my ears. I could no longer see, but I felt the zip being pulled right up over my head to the end of the bag, enclosing me completely. The sound of rushing air was familiar to me from the many times Vanya had put me into an inflatable hood, but this time there seemed to be no effect. The pumping continued and I soon realised that she was inflating the whole sack! After several minutes I began to feel the soft rubber of the inner sack pressing all over my body and still Vanya continued to inflate it. After a while the pressure in the sack held me totally immobile inside its soft rubber grip. Both the sleeves and legs had also inflated, preventing movement of any limb. I could not even flex my fingers or toes properly and all I could feel was the slight sway of the hammock in which I was trapped as an integral part. Some time later, long after the rush of air had finished, I heard a muted click then, if I hadn't been held totally immovable, I would have jumped as I heard Vanya's voice clearly right next to my ears, as though it were inside my head. The facemask even had earphones in it! "Can you hear me, Jane?" asked Vanya and I wondered how to reply through the thick inflated rubber sack. "Tell me if you can hear me," continued the voice in my ear so, as well as the thin rubber pipe between my lips would let me, I obediently answered, "Yes." I heard my voice echo faintly in the distance - the facemask also contained a microphone! "I'm so glad everything's working, Jane, because I've really been looking forward to confining you like this. I told you the 'slave-sack' is the ultimate in domination and now you can find out why. You see, I control everything you feel, hear or do until I let you out. The tube in your mouth will let you drink when you're thirsty - as long as I put the other end into some liquid. It is now so try, my deliciously helpless little Slave-girl," Vanya ordered so I sucked on the tube and was rewarded by cool wine over my tongue. "If I want to be awkward I could make you drink vinegar or anything else," continued Vanya's voice. "I can allow you to drink soup and things if I want to keep you in there for longer. If I think you deserve a strict lesson I can even restrict your supply of air. You can go to the toilet if you need to and it will drain away. I'm going to give you an enema in a while so you remain nice and loose while you're in there." I could hear the satisfaction in her voice at her total control of me. When I tried to question her there was no response or echo - she had disconnected the microphone. I felt a push against the inflated bag in which I was confined and I began to gently sway back and forth. "I'm sure you've heard of sensory deprivation, well now you can experience it, knowing all the time that you are completely dependent on me, your mistress and owner, for everything." I lay immobile, cocooned in darkness and the soft pressure of rubber for an unknown time, wondering what Vanya intended. Several times I had an itch or a stiffness that I wanted to do something about but all attempts were frustrated by the soft resistance of the sack. Even the thick comforter and the tube softly gripping my clit gradually lost their sensation and I seemed only aware of feeling absolutely nothing, as though I were weightless and floating, without even a body. Occasionally I sucked on the tube just to keep aware of reality, each time receiving a few drops of wine, which soon made me feel merry. The feeling increased until my head started to gently spin and, through a haze, I realised that Vanya had drugged the wine with something! I kept wondering what Vanya was doing, where she was or what she planned but I was isolated from everything. Even time seemed to stop for it had no meaning. Perhaps a few hours went by before I felt a slight warmth inside me. It was a while before I realised that it was liquid entering my body and I tried to concentrate on what was happening. After a few minutes I began to feel quite full then my stomach gurgled loudly as the fluid found its way deeper into my body and still more poured into me. I was feeling slightly uncomfortable when, suddenly, the flow was reversed and I felt all the fluid draining back out through the hose that was penetrating me. I squeezed my stomach muscles several times to help it out, finding that as I did so I was also emptying my bladder. Without warning the flow changed again and I was gradually filled with fluid once more, this time feeling extremely full before the flow stopped. I was left for a while before enjoying the relief of being allowed to empty it out once more. I was filled a third time and again left for a while before my body was permitted to drain the excess. During all this there was no sound of the outside world so things seemed to happen without cause or indication of what was to come or when, and I realised how right Vanya's words had been. I was totally dependent on her and was completely under her control. She could do anything she wanted to me and not only could I not stop her, I couldn't even guess at what she might have in mind. Unknown time passed again before soft whispering began in my ears. At first I strained to hear Vanya's words but they gradually grew louder. "You are my slave-girl, Jane, and you belong completely to me. Your body, mind and soul are mine, forever, to do with as I please. You will obey me completely, in every way, without question or hesitation. You will love me completely, as I love you, and you only exist to satisfy my every need. We will always be together in total love and you will do everything you can to always look as feminine and attractive as you can for me," was the message, which repeated over and over. I was confused as to why, after the last couple of years, Vanya should think this necessary. I recognised it as a crude attempt at brain-washing and wondered at the purpose. After perhaps a hundred repetitions the message stopped and, following a feint click, Vanya said encouragingly in my ears "Repeat the words for me Jane." I started to do so. "I am your slave-girl and I belong to you completely. My body and soul are yours to do..." and I squealed with pain as a sharp electric shock suddenly hit both nipples. It didn't last long, but it was my total focus of concentration when it happened. In the sack there was no way to reach my breasts, although I didn't even try because it was as though I was without shape or form. The pain was in the core of my being but, logically, I knew at that stage it was my nipples that were hurting. "I will give you another chance to learn, sweet Slave," said Vanya's voice softly, seemingly inside my head, and the message started to repeat again. This time I concentrated on the words, for I didn't want to feel that painful electric shock again. The words continued time after time and I concentrated on them, for I had no other focus. Somehow each word became part of me and, many repetitions later, when I was asked again to repeat them I had no problem in doing so. As I finished, my nipples - hence my whole floating being - began to tingle with delicious pulses, the feeling spreading through my entire universe before it gradually faded. "Now I want you to repeat it after me, my pretty slave," said Vanya's voice in my head, and the message came again. Without even thinking I repeated it, naturally changing the context. When I had finished Vanya's voice sounded the message again and I repeated it once more. This happened many more times, the session suddenly ending with Vanya's satisfied chuckle, saying, "Jane deserves a reward for being my perfect slave-girl." I remember feeling pleased at the praise but not knowing why; I think it was the effect of the hypnotic drug she had given me. The electric tingle in my nipples built up again and was complemented by the intruder inside my body vibrating in unison. I floated, basking in the fantastic feelings that were, on the one hand, neither sexual nor spiritual, whilst on the other, were everything at once. Gradually I became aware of more feelings, this time from the tube gripping my clit as that also began to vibrate. Suddenly everything was extremely erotic and sensual and my whole being pulsed with the joys of arousal that seemed to permeate every molecule of my existence. In moments I was buoyant on a cloud of excitement that was carrying me to untold heights. I had already lost all awareness of my body and I lay in total passive enjoyment, without tensing a muscle, experiencing the wonderful feelings coursing throughout my universe. I tried to concentrate on the individual feelings but found it impossible. Time had ceased to exist so I floated endlessly in what seemed a sea of erotic sensuality that caressed every nerve. Nothing lasts forever and an orgasm eventually burst within me. I cannot, even now, describe it in ordinary terms for it was so emotional and spiritual, yet felt through the physical, and I don't think even a single muscle contracted with the climax. As the feeling faded I did realise, without surprise, that I wasn't puffing or short of breath, although my breathing and heart rate were slightly faster than normal. I think I must have drifted immediately into sleep but, looking back on the time in the bag, it was difficult to separate sleep from waking, or dreams from reality because there was no real world with which I could relate. At some stage I felt the tube in my mouth and sucked upon it, receiving a creamy thick, slightly warm porridge. It was pleasant and I sucked several times until I was satisfied. I tried to become aware of the tube penetrating my body or the one I knew gripped my clit but it was as if my body had ceased to exist. At some indeterminate points Vanya's voice asked inside my head for me to "repeat the message, Jane." Without thinking the words rolled softly out of my mouth, impeded a bit by the rubber tube between my lips. After one of those repetitions I heard "You're a very obedient slave and you have remembered it well," praised Vanya, her voice soft and filled with love and encouragement. "I want you to keep thinking of the words and what they mean, Darling. Be sure you never forget them." My nipples received another slight yet pleasant electric shock, which made them tingle delightfully for a short while. I think I sucked on the tube a few more times, sometimes receiving cool water and others the porridge. I must have drifted in and out of sleep as well although it was impossible to define either state. I became aware of fluid flowing into my body through the penetrating tube, filling me before draining out once more. That repeated twice then I was left again. Suddenly something grabbed my attention, although I struggled to realise what it was. It was a sound, the sound of rushing air although I couldn't understand why for a while. It was only when the soft all-over pressure on my body began to decrease that I realised that the bag was being deflated. Surprisingly, I had no emotions about it at the time; I was neither happy nor otherwise at the prospect of being released, so the experience could not have been too unpleasant. While the air was escaping from the bag I felt my body being lowered until my back was resting on a soft, but solid surface, and I remember feeling pleased that I had a body again! The zip was pulled down from above my head to my feet and cool air danced on my skin as the front of the bag was opened. The edge of the mask was lifted a little and I screwed up my eyes against the sudden and painful intrusion of light. Hands went to work between my thighs and the tube was pulled off my clit. Moments later the intruding hose was deflated and wriggled easily from my body. Gradually the mask was pulled away and I slowly let my eyes get used to the brightness, focusing eventually on Vanya's beautiful face gazing down at me. She smiled, her face and eyes aglow with love then she told me "Sit up, Jane and I'll free your arms." I did as she said, finding it difficult to get muscles working again after their total inactivity, then watched as the bag was slid off my arms and upper body. Vanya removed the gold bars from my nipples then helped me to drag my legs out of the bag, finally helping me to my feet beside her. "Come up to the bathroom, Darling. There's a hot bath waiting for you and you really do need it," said Vanya softly and led me upstairs. Inside the bathroom, Vanya undid the lacing of my corset and unclipped the thick red rubber from around my body. When she told me I climbed into the warm foamy water and lay back in the bubbles, enjoying the feeling of sensation on my skin. "What's the matter, Jane," asked Vanya, puzzled. "Forgotten how to speak?" I realised in a rush that I hadn't said a word since being released from the bag, nor had I even considered the need to speak. Eventually I thought of something to say and muttered, "No, I'm alright, thank you Vanya." The words were slightly slurred and I realised that my mouth was quite sticky. Vanya smiled with compassion then quietly told me "Leaving you in the slave-bag for two and a half days seems to have subdued you, doesn't it, my slave." I know my chin dropped in disbelief at her words. Although I had lost all sense of time, if she had said a few hours I would not have been surprised. I really must have needed the bath! "I've really been lonely while you were incarcerated, Jane. It was exciting having you totally in my control but I also wanted you to relieve the excitement at times," continued Vanya with a loving smile. I asked her then "Why did you do it to me, Vanya? You know I love you and you have already made sure that I am your slave-girl." Vanya smiled compassionately at me and asked, "When will I leave you, Jane?" "You won't. We will always be together in total love," I replied without even thinking. Vanya laughed happily "You used to be worried by that fear, Jane but you know now it won't ever happen. If I could have done it to you at the start of your conversion I'm sure it would have been better, but even now it has had a big advantage. Yes, you did know that you were my slave-girl but you often wanted to rebel or argue with me. Remember the message, Jane: you are mine in body, mind and soul. You will obey me without question or hesitation from now on. Because you are now totally and completely my slave it means you don't need the constant reminders such as your slave-collar and rings. I'll take the collar off soon but I like you wearing the rings so they can stay." Vanya discussed these things in an easy, everyday voice that completely belied the seriousness of her words and I wondered how she could be so sure of herself. I knew what she was trying to do in brain-washing me and I also knew that she couldn't do it without me letting her so nothing had changed, had it? Vanya washed and conditioned my hair then left me to dry off and clean my teeth. When I was finished I felt incredibly better and the strange mood seemed to have fallen away. I rinsed and dried my corset then checked my body in the steamy mirror. My waist was incredibly slim now and the rigid corset was hardly leaving any marks on my skin these days. I was very proud of my figure and I happily pulled the corset around my body again and did up the clips. I tightened the lacing as much as I could, leaving the rest for Vanya to do and went into the bedroom. I was about to open my wardrobe when Vanya walked in. She smiled at me and said, "Your face looks a mess, Jane." My stomach dropped, as I suddenly felt guilty. "I'm sorry, Vanya, I'll do it right away," I replied and made for the dressing table as fast as I could. I cleansed and creamed my face then began doing my make-up, somehow taking much more care with it than usual. During this I wondered at the reason for the feeling of guilt and the 'message' jumped to the forefront of my mind "...make sure I always look as feminine and attractive as I can for you." So guilt was the control over me! Well as long as I remembered it, I needn't be under Vanya's domination completely. With my make-up complete and perfect I dried and styled my hair, noticing again that I was taking much more care than I had of late. Finished, I stood up and smiled at Vanya, asking, "Is that better, Darling?" She smiled and studied me carefully. "You look absolutely beautiful, my Slave. So much so that I think you better attend to my needs right away. I want you to undress me and kiss every bit of my body before licking me where I need it most," she commanded, her eyes filling with lust at the thought. I smiled at her eagerness and slowly, gently, undressed her lovely body before laying her down on the bed. I kissed and stroked the back of her before easing her over so that I could give the front my full attention. I kissed and sucked her toes, causing squeals of delight, and later her nipples which raised moans of passion. When I went to work on her pussy the first touch caused a climax. Attacking her wet vagina with my mouth and tongue had her writhing in ecstasy and brought forth a second and third orgasm. After the third she gently pushed me away from her pussy saying in breathless gasps "Stop now, Jane. I can't take another climax just yet." I moved up to cuddle Vanya as she recovered from the intense orgasms, holding her head to my breasts. She smiled up at me then pushed the end of my slave-collar to one side, took my left nipple in between her lips and suckled gently. Without the gold rings through them she had easier access to my nipple and slowly sucked it further into her mouth. The feeling was incredibly sensuous and I gasped at the pleasure she was giving me. Vanya's eyes opened and smiled lovingly up at me then closed as she continued to tease my nipple tip with her tongue. After several minutes she slowly moved over to suck on my right nipple in the same sensuous way, leaving the left one jutting out, rigidly erect and moist with her saliva. After a few more minutes of this gentle arousal, Vanya began sucking harder then, opening her mouth wide she sucked as much of my right breast into her mouth as she could. She had done this before on occasions and knew how much it excited me. I gasped again and pulled her head tighter to me. Vanya sucked and released several times then returned her attention to my left breast to do the same while I moaned in delight. A little while later she released my breast from her mouth and moved her lips to the inner curve of my right breast and began to suck as hard as she could. Less than a minute later she moved her head back a little to see the dark red love-bite she had created before putting another in the same place on my other breast. "Those will remind you how much I love you, my slave," whispered Vanya with a soft smile on her face. She pulled my head down to hers and we kissed deeply, yet softly for Vanya was obviously quite satisfied after her recent orgasms although she had raised me to quite a state of excitement. When our lips parted she sat up and reached out to grasp both of my nipples between her fingers and thumbs and began to roll them back and forth. It was something that I loved her to do to me and I sat entranced with the feelings she was causing while she smiled with the certain knowledge of what she could make me feel. With a quick kiss on my lips she released my nipples and told me to stand up, getting up beside me. I was sat down on the dressing table stool and Vanya, still naked, took a tiny screwdriver from a drawer and stood behind me. Watching in the mirror I saw her go to work at the back of my neck and felt her pull slightly on the collar. After about a minute the shiny chain-links parted and she lifted it away from my throat. After the years I had continually worn the collar it was strange to see my reflection without it, the skin beneath where it had been was slightly lighter than that surrounding. "You don't need that reminder any more do you Jane?" Vanya asked. After I replied she continued "It was useful for some superb bondage, Darling, and if I need it again you will have to wear it but I think I'll leave it off for now." Opening our large jewellery box she dropped it inside. She took a pair of earrings from the box and threaded them into my lobes. The long dangly purple stones swung brightly in the light. I noticed that my lipstick was faded and retouched my lips. Vanya reached down behind me and, to my surprise, began loosening the lacing of my corset even more. "I think you can take this off for the rest of the day as well, Jane. You have been very good so I will give you a treat and try some new clothes on you. Come over to the wardrobe and let's see what we can find," she said, leading the way. She chose a purple half-cup bra of soft latex from my shelves, holding it so that I could slip my arms through the slim rubber straps. She smiled as she watched me try to do up the clip behind my back, knowing that I was unused to the action, having worn corsets almost continually since that first weekend. Eventually I succeeded then settled the wired cups comfortably beneath my breasts, my nipples peeping sexily over the top. Next came a pair of tiny purple rubber panties to match and they were soon snuggled up around my hips, the soft folds hiding even the slight bulge of my tiny clit. Soft rubber stockings came next, the fine black rubber coating my legs in a shiny skin without even a wrinkle. Vanya passed me a tiny ruched latex waist-slip and, when I had settled the purple latex about my waist, followed it with an equally small green rubber flared mini-skirt. The skirt was completely circular and the soft folds swayed sensuously with every movement. A bright yellow blouse appeared in Vanya's hands, which she held for me to slide my arms into the wide billowing sleeves. The soft rubber blouse had ties at the bottom and Vanya passed them around me and tied them in a bow at the base of my ribs, leaving my waist uncovered. Finally, from the floor of my wardrobe came a pair of high-heeled purple patent boots, which I put on. I sat on the edge of the bed to do up the zips then stood up for Vanya's approval. "You look gorgeous and very sexy," Vanya told me, her eyes moving slowly up and down my body. "How does it feel to look so feminine?" I told her that it felt very sensuous but that, somehow, it felt strange not wearing the stiff corset that usually encased and supported my body. Vanya chuckled "Just enjoy your freedom for today, Darling, you'll be wearing your corset again tomorrow because I haven't finished training your figure yet. Now, come into the kitchen and we'll have some breakfast." From her own wardrobe Vanya took her white latex robe and slid her arms into it as we walked through the house. I hadn't thought about time and her words made me realise it was morning. Thinking yielded understanding that it was Saturday morning. We pottered around and enjoyed a full breakfast, which I consumed ravenously. After two and a half days with only minimal sustenance I was starving and the absence of the corset restricting my stomach made eating even more attractive. I was surprised, however, that I seemed to fill up quickly and was more than satisfied after half of what I thought I would eat. After coffee we cleared up, still enjoying the intimate chatter that always seemed to develop whenever we were alone. It had become clear that Vanya was convinced that the long session in the bag had made me even more her slave and that she controlled my every action. There was no doubt that she thought she dominated everything I felt or did, but there was no way that I wanted to let her think otherwise. "Go and get my slippers from the bedroom, Jane," asked Vanya. "And while you're there get me my red double-dildo panties." I left the table and went to the bedroom. Passing the dressing table I glanced in the mirror and noticed that my lipstick needed a slight retouch so I quickly did it, then patted my hair. I admired my reflection, happy that I looked so feminine and attractive, before retrieving Vanya's mules from beside the bed. Opening her wardrobe I saw several new garments and some new toys on the top shelves but I didn't have time to look properly. A few minutes of searching and I found the red latex panties she wanted, wondering, as I stroked the two dildos, if she would make love to me now. Vanya took the panties from me and dipped the end of the external dildo into a glass of thick, creamy milk. Several squeezes of the huge scrotum drained the glass and she opened her robe and stepped into the thick latex. Vanya pulled the panties up her thighs and bent her knees so she could wriggle the internal dildo deep inside her vagina. As she settled the tight rubber around her hips she smiled at me then, walking into the lounge, told me to follow. Vanya settled back into her favourite armchair and ordered me to kneel in front of her. "I want you to lick and suck my dildo, Jane. I want you to take it as far into your mouth as you can," Vanya ordered. I never liked having to do that, as Vanya well knew but she loved to make me do it to prove her domination, so I leaned forward and licked the end, tasting that the traces of cream were slightly salty. As I opened my lips and took the soft rubber end in my mouth Vanya held the back of my head and gently pulled me forward until the dildo was pressing against the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. She held me there a moment, saying "I want you to get used to it and learn to take even more of it into your throat, my Slave." Vanya released my hair and I gratefully let some of the dildo slide out my mouth for a moment, wondering how on earth I could do as she wanted. Experimenting with many ways, I eventually found that I could relax my throat muscles and prevent the natural gagging that happened at first and, after several minutes and lots of attempts I managed to momentarily take in the whole length of the smooth rubber dildo until my lip touched the front of her rubber panties. Vanya praised my success but kept me at it and after perhaps half an hour I could take the full length fairly easily, although I had to back off to breathe. Vanya continually encouraged me and each time I took the whole length into my throat she would caress my nipples through the soft latex of my blouse. At last she gently pushed me away and stood up, pulling me to my feet beside her. "You really have done very well, Jane," praised Vanya, although she was deeply into her 'dominant mistress' role and loving it. "Come down to the playroom with me." With her robe flapping loosely and the big red rubber dildo bouncing at her groin she led me downstairs. She moved the sack that was still resting on the couch onto the bed, then told me to lay on the couch in its place. Once I had done so she strapped my ankles to the end then pulled my arms over the narrow surface and strapped them to the legs of the couch. Once I was helpless Vanya stroked her hand up and down the inside of my thighs, arousing me considerably, before telling me "Now you are going to fulfil a big fantasy of mine, my slave and, because its what I want to do, you are going to do everything you can to do it well." Wondering what was in her mind I watched her walk round above my head and, grasping my shoulders, tug me up the smooth surface of the couch until my head was hanging backwards off the edge. Above me the dildo bounced and swayed as she moved, then she looked down at me with smoky, passionate eyes. "Open your mouth and suck my dildo again, Slave. I want you to take it even deeper this time. You can't escape so just relax and do as you are told, Jane," ordered Vanya in a quiet but authoritative voice. Wondering if I could manage what she asked I parted my lips as Vanya bent her knees slightly and brought the tip of the dildo to my mouth. Slowly she slid her hips forward, pushing the rubber penis deep into my mouth then moved back a little before thrusting gently again. After several slow thrusts she began to push the dildo deeper into my throat and I had to match my breathing with her thrusts. It was not as bad as I expected and, with Vanya's praise and encouragement I relaxed completely, passively letting her make love to my mouth. Even deeper went the dildo until the huge scrotum above me brushed against my upper lip at the end of the thrust and was withdrawn. With a triumphant "Yes - yes! You wonderful slave, Jane!" Vanya pushed the thick latex shaft forward again and held it there, the front of her panties pressing on my chin, the scrotum heavy on my lip and the full length of the shaft penetrating right down my throat. It was only slightly uncomfortable now and I had learned to breathe between strokes. I felt extremely happy at Vanya's obvious delight as she stared down to watch me take every inch of her dildo inside my mouth. "This feels so good, Jane. It's something I've wanted to do for ages," said Vanya with extreme excitement bubbling in her voice and she began to withdraw and thrust again, this time almost taking the dildo from my mouth before gently but firmly thrusting it in again to its full depth. Her breathing got noticeably faster and louder and I knew she was approaching a climax. I felt her impatiently pull up my skirt and slip then her hand tug my purple panties to one side. Her hand began to tease and excite me while her hips continued to pump back and forth. Vanya leant forward and I felt the joyous heat of her mouth surround me while her hand felt deeper between my thighs and a finger worked its way into my body. I would have squealed with delight at the feelings Vanya was causing but my throat was completely blocked with her dildo that continued its full, long thrusts, getting faster now. The rhythm began to break from her hips and I knew her orgasm was starting. Teeth began to bite firmly but excitedly at my groin and suddenly the dildo was rammed forward to its full penetration. Vanya's other hand appeared over my face to squeeze rhythmically on the latex scrotum, which squirted some of the salty cream into Vanya's body and also deep into my throat. I started to panic at this extra load in my already full throat but managed to suppress the urgent need to cough. After what seemed to be an incredible time Vanya withdrew the dildo from my throat and mouth in one smooth movement and I swallowed violently to clear the cream from my throat. At last it eased but I still had lots of the thick, salty cream in my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a very satisfied Vanya grinning lewdly at me, then she lowered her face to mine. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth in a long, active kiss, which churned the cream back and forth between us as we slowly swallowed it. When the kiss ended Vanya said quietly, but with exhilaration filling her voice "I have wanted to come in your throat with my dildo for a very long time, Jane. I remember when you did it to me many years ago and I was determined to make you feel what it was like. I knew you would fight it until you had been in the bag, but I tied you up just in case you panicked and tried to stop me. Now we both know that I can do absolutely anything I want to you, and doing what I did gave me a fabulous orgasm, especially as you could do nothing to stop me having my way." She kissed me again, this time tenderly as I mulled over her obvious greater excitement at the increased domination she felt she had gained over me. She had also raised me to quite a pitch of excitement, despite the panic of her 'ejaculation' and I desperately needed my own orgasm. "Now I've come deep in your mouth, my lovely Slave-girl, I'm going to come just as deep inside your body," smiled Vanya as she moved to unstrap my ankles and slide my latex panties right off. She tugged me back further down the couch until my head was supported again and climbed between my rubber-stockinged legs. I happily let her part my thighs and watched in anticipation as she moved her hips lower. I pushed down as soon as I felt the first touch of the slippery, sticky dildo and Vanya drove it to its fullest penetration in one firm thrust. "Now I'm going to fuck you properly, Jane and I'll fill you full of my come," drooled Vanya as she pulled my thighs onto her hips and began to drive the dildo in and out of me in long, firm strokes. "Oh yes, Vanya!" I answered in anticipation of the physical release she always gave me. "Fuck your helpless slave-girl as much as you want. Make love to me and fill me with your big, rubber dildo. Come deep inside my body," I urged, knowing how excited she became when I egged her on. Her hands reached up to pull my rubber blouse open so she could reach my breasts and she squeezed and massaged them delightfully, her fingers rolling and pressing my nipples exactly as I liked. In no time she had me squirming in lust beneath her as she pounded against my cheeks, the dildo thrusting back and forth, her rubber-coated hips pressing and sliding over my clit. I saw her eyes begin to glaze, a sign that her orgasm was almost there as she pressed her mouth to mine in a deep demanding kiss and the long, firm strokes began to twitch and jerk. As Vanya started to groan against my mouth she thrust the dildo to its fullest depth and, reaching a hand beneath her, squeezed the scrotum of her dildo. I felt all the remaining cream being ejaculated in short bursts deep into the inner recesses of our bodies then, with a satisfied sigh, Vanya collapsed on top of me, the full weight of her body resting on mine. After a couple of minutes rest Vanya lifted her head to smile lovingly at me. "Now I feel totally satisfied - for a while at least," she told me. She pushed herself up with her arms and, as slowly as she could, withdrew the dildo from my body. I felt it gradually slide out, some of the cream squeezing out of my body with it. When she knelt up the dildo was covered with the sticky whiteness and I wondered if she would make me lick it off, but I was spared that horrible task. I was feeling incredibly frustrated for Vanya had lifted me almost to the point of orgasm twice and I was dying for release. Vanya climbed down and leaned over to kiss me softly again. "That has really fulfilled my fantasy, Darling, and it was as exciting as I thought it might be. As you've given me such happiness I suppose I better give you a little too," she said as she began to fondle my nipples again. "Yes please, Vanya," I gushed. "Please make me come!" Vanya chuckled happily at the state to which she had raised me, but instead of bringing me off quickly she continued her slow, frustrating, yet arousing caresses. One hand traced down my body to fondle my clit and I moaned with the feelings she was causing. In no time she had my hips writhing with excitement but she managed to hold me just below climax, building up the tension even further. At last she lowered her head, slowly towards my groin and I closed my eyes in anticipation. Eventually the heat of her mouth enclosed me and I started to orgasm immediately. It was long and very intense and I screamed with the incredible feeling she was creating in every nerve of my body. Her mouth sucked as hard as it could on me, draining every drop of lovejuice from my body. At last the feeling subsided and I collapsed weakly on the couch, languishing in the pleasure of total peace, satisfaction and fulfilment. I was allowed to rest for a while when Vanya disappeared upstairs to remove the dildo panties. When she came back she was still wearing her rubber robe and a warm loving smile. After brushing her lips over mine she asked if I felt better now. I told her that she had given me a fantastic orgasm and I asked if hers had been as good. She smiled and rolled her eyes "The first one was unbelievable, Darling. I really have had that fantasy for so long that it was building to bursting point and you made it as good in reality as it was in my dreams. The second one was a surprise I wasn't expecting, a real special bonus. Now, let me untie you," she added, releasing the stiff leather straps from around my wrists. At last I stood up, my tiny latex slip and skirt swaying over my thighs, finding that as I walked my bottom was oozing and covered in the thick, sticky cream Vanya had filled me with. Vanya laughed when I told her the problem. "Now you really know what it feels like to be filled with come, Jane. I think you better go up to the bathroom and wash yourself." I gratefully made my way up the stairs to do just that. Leaving the bathroom, I looked in the mirror at the state of my make-up and sat down to repair the damage. With fresh powder and lipstick I felt considerably better. Vanya walked in and threw my panties to me, suggesting that I might need to wear them for a while and I happily slipped my legs into them and pulled the soft latex up around my hips. When I had finished Vanya announced it was lunchtime so we made our way to the kitchen. We talked over lunch about what she had done to me, over the last couple of days and during the morning, with Vanya being even more loving and buoyant than usual. She was confidant that her domination and control of me was total, although I certainly didn't feel any more subservient or controlled from the session in the slave- sack. Perhaps that is not quite true for my appearance became of much greater importance after the experience: at first make-up had been exciting then, as time passed it became a daily chore, whilst since that brain-washing it was a duty to look my best for Vanya and I felt quite happy to comply. It became second nature to ensure my make-up was perfect at all times and that my clothing was always to Vanya's preference and satisfaction. Despite my initial objections to what Vanya had tried to do to me in the sack our love continued to grow daily. I adored being with her no matter what she did to me or made me do to her. She had achieved every aspect of her original intentions, for I loved being her woman - revelling in the femininity she had forced upon me - and even her sex-slave. Hardly a day went by without her experiencing an orgasm, nor without her giving me at least one. With the control of my body that she had achieved, they could be anything from lightly satisfying to exhausting, from single to multiple, and she took great pride in achieving and exercising that control. Before my 'conversion', as Vanya usually referred to it, she had often been a bit bitchy at the wrong times of her month. Since that time she had become much more amenable although she hated the few days when her activities were restricted. I did notice a pattern after a while in that, occasionally, in the first day or two of her period, or even just before it, she could become extremely domineering, often becoming very severe in her bondage and control of me. Whilst I became wary of those occasions, I was always rewarded with intense climaxes during or after the event. When they occurred, however, Vanya was never satisfied with simple straps or handcuffs, always wanting to curtail my freedom by much more sophisticated means, and they sometimes became fairly bizarre scenarios. The single gloves or the rubber U-tube were used quite a lot, combined with other toys and restraints that she managed to obtain. Her fertile imagination never seemed at a loss for new things to do to me and since we had employed our office manager full-time, she would think nothing of making me suffer for 2 or 3 days at a time, even mid-week. On one such occasion Vanya ordered me into rubber panties, adding an inflatable dildo which she inflated to discomfort, then dressed me in a full rubber suit with an inflatable hood and gag. My hands were bound behind me into the U-tube and, once I was helpless, she coaxed my nipples and gold rings through cutouts in the cups of the suit. With a fine chain clipped to my nipple-rings I was lead around the house for a while before being taken to the bathroom and into the shower. A steel collar was locked around my neck and a short chain from the front of it was tied to the showerhead. While I stared miserably through plastic discs at the wall and rose of the nozzle, I felt Vanya tighten a rubber bandage around my ankles and gradually wrap it tightly up the length of my legs until I was unable to move. I think, on that occasion, Vanya told me that she wasn't happy with my behaviour, whatever that was supposed to imply! With that she turned on the water, adjusting the taps until it was as hot as I could bear. In no time I was perspiring freely inside my suit and was extremely uncomfortable, especially as my gold rings collected the heat and transferred it directly into my nipples. I made as much noise through the breathing tube of the hollow gag as I could, but it was quite a time before Vanya returned. When she did I merely saw her hand as she adjusted the water flow to cold and left me to freeze inside my suit for quite a while longer, again my exposed nipples suffering considerably. When Vanya visited me again I was a shivering bundle of misery and she told me to remember the extremes because she would do that to me if ever I was badly behaved in future. The lecture continued for a while then the water became warm and my temperature slowly normalised. When she had finished, she fiddled at the top of the zip of the suit at the back of my neck and, to my complete surprise, the dildo began to vibrate deliciously inside me. Vanya fondled my nipples, pulling and rolling them in her fingers, slowly building me up towards a climax that was very gentle but longer than any other she had given me. Afterwards, when I had been released, Vanya was in a lovely relaxed mood which allowed for our love to build and that was the usual pattern of such 'punishments' as she called them. Another time, with my hands locked behind me beneath a tight, armless rubber jacket, Vanya accused me of being lazy and not getting enough exercise. She made me lay on the bed while she put a new pair of ultra-high-heeled thigh-boots on me. A thick dildo was pressed deep inside me and the whole length of the back of the boots were tightly laced to firmly squeeze my legs from heel to crotch. Vanya then pulled me to my feet where I found that the heels were at least as high as those of my original 'training' boots and were extremely uncomfortable and difficult to walk in. The shiny black leather was stiffened over my ankles and knees so I couldn't bend my legs in any way. Vanya made me walk and I discovered that the dildo was somehow attached to the tops of both boots so that as I moved either leg the dildo twisted and rocked, sliding in and out slightly with each step I took. A piece of surgical plaster was wrapped tightly over my clit to attach a length of silver chain. The horrible internal gag was screwed into place in my mouth and, without another word, Vanya spent the whole day dragging me round the house by the lead attached to my clit. It was pretty painful after a while, for she would tug quite hard when she wanted me to follow her and, when she stopped to do something, the chain was tied to the nearest thing to hand. The boots soon had both calf muscles in cramp which, although painful, was not unbearable. The discomfort was somewhat offset by the stimulation of the dildo. That was insufficient to bring me to orgasm but was very nice when I was moved and frustratingly absent when I was chained and stationary. After many hours of this mistreatment Vanya forced me to negotiate the stairs towards the playroom but, much to my surprise, pulled me into the second room, our gymnasium, instead. I was confused until Vanya forced me up onto the walking machine, an endless belt on a slight incline. Obviously, I couldn't hold onto the handrail on either side of me, nor could I prevent Vanya attaching the chain to the bar at the front of the machine and slightly releasing the brake of the belt. My slow backward movement tugged painfully on my clit and I was forced to take a quick pace forward to slacken the chain. With glee Vanya released the brake a bit more until I was having to walk quite briskly to avoid my clit being pulled, the movements making the dildo work very actively inside me and increasing my arousal considerably. In no time I was panting heavily, not just from the strenuous activity but also from the excitement I was gaining from the dildo's stimulation. Vanya sat on a bench at the front of the machine, knowing and thoroughly enjoying my predicament, watching as my arousal continued yet not saying a word. Eventually she stood up and untied the chain from the end of the machine and, holding it tightly, came to stand next to me. Both hands reached for my breasts and began to massage them through the thick rubber of my jacket, increasing my arousal a stage further. When Vanya's right hand reached beneath my tiny flared skirt to flit over my crotch I felt my orgasm begin to build, yet I still had to keep walking forward on the belt to avoid falling off the end. Vanya kept the intensity of the orgasm quite low, but the continued stimulation throughout the day made sure it continued for ages and I had great difficulty keeping my balance and forward momentum as the waves of pleasure coursed through me. As my climax faded I felt as weak as a kitten and would probably have collapsed were I not encouraged by seeing Vanya's hand applying the brake to the belt. At last I was able to stop trying to run in those horrible boots and could eventually stand still, yet I desperately wanted to lie or sit after the experience but neither the boots nor Vanya would give me that respite. For the first time in hours Vanya spoke to me, a wicked smile on her face. "It's so nice to see you enjoying wholesome exercise, Jane. Now you know how nice it can be I hope I can trust you to do so regularly. I want my lovely slave-girl to keep herself fit and trim - and that means lots of exercise. If you don't look after yourself, I will have to do it for you. I can think of many ways for exercise like this one, Jane, so the choice is yours." Her smile softened slightly as she stroked my cheek, then she added, "I really don't want a lazy slave, so please be good and look after your body. You don't want me to help you, do you, Darling?" I shook my head vigorously and made up my mind to 'work-out' for an hour a day in future, and I have done so whenever possible. There was no doubt that under those circumstances Vanya obtained a great deal of vicarious pleasure and excitement from arousing me in bizarre circumstances, although in all other times she needed, wanted and demanded her own orgasms. I often wondered if she would achieve satisfaction more directly through me temporarily dominating her, but after my one mistake several years ago I wasn't going to take the chance of surprising her! I did bring up the subject when the occasion was right and was amazed at her vociferous response. I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I was the slave-girl, not her, and that if she ever wanted anything she would make me do it. In short, the message was 'hands off and don't meddle.'" Right from my original conversion, Vanya subscribed to several women's magazines and I was expected to read each and every one. The articles, fashions and feminine views often formed the basis for subsequent discussion to encourage my active interest in all things feminine. Another crazy situation arose when I pestered Vanya to come with me on a Friday afternoon to have a look at a new range of silk dresses, after they had been featured in one of the magazines, because I knew Vanya would like them as well. She complained that she'd had a busy week and didn't feel like shopping. Instead of meekly accepting her words I made the mistake of trying to wheedle her into changing her mind, because I really wanted to buy her one particular dress as a surprise. What a mistake it was, for she was premenstrual and over-tense again. "When I say no, Jane, you really should have understood by now that I mean it. If I have failed in your training, I better do something about it. Go to the bedroom and get completely undressed, my silly slave," Vanya ordered, her voice brooking no argument, the brittle undertone making my heart sink as I realised I was in for trouble. By the time I removed my stockings and panties I was feeling quite depressed and Vanya didn't help my mood when she walked into the room as I was bending down, giving me a firm, stinging slap across my naked buttocks. I stood up quickly and rubbed my cheeks and was merely told "Stand still while I undo your corset." The lacing was slackened and I undid the front clips when told, laying the stiff red rubber on the end of our bed, then turning to face a stern, yet excited Vanya, and I knew this was going to be unpleasant. "Please don't be unkind to me Vanya," I asked as sincerely as I could. "I only wanted to buy you a dress as a special present..." but she was not to be reasoned with in that mood and I was quickly interrupted. "Be quiet, Jane. Sit on the edge of the bed and hold out your hands." I did so, wondering what would happen this time. Vanya took my wrists and ordered me to interlace my fingers and, when I had, clicked a tiny padlock through the loose rings attached to those on my fingers. That simple bondage was extremely effective for it was impossible for me to unlock my fingers unless the padlock was removed. Next Vanya pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my right ankle. She scrapped the sole of my foot several times, dropped something on the bedside cabinet and reached for my left ankle. The soles of both my feet were pressed together as I tried to see what she had dropped. When I recognised the small tube of instant glue as the one Vanya had used to repair a vase the previous week I recalled the warning on the side to avoid contact with skin for it would stick that also. Two and two came together like my feet and, with rising panic, I tried to pull them apart. With a chuckle of triumph, Vanya understood that I knew what she had done and she dropped my ankles back onto the bed. "When you told me to be careful with the glue I realised how useful it could be, my slave. Don't try to pull your feet free - that glue is stronger than your skin," Vanya informed me, happy with my frustration as I squirmed on the bed, my hands and feet locked together to ensure my helplessness. Moments later Vanya buckled the gag around my head and inflated the bladder to add to my frustration. "I've thought of a new style of bondage, Jane. One that should teach you to relax and do nothing when I want to rest," I was informed by Vanya as she walked from the room. A few minutes later she appeared again carrying a plastic bucket, which was placed at the side of the bed. Again she went out, leaving me to wonder what agonies I might have in store. Vanya returned carrying a plastic bag, which she dropped on the bed beside me, then went to her wardrobe where she undressed completely before selecting a quarter-cup bra of green latex and matching panties. These were, strangely, followed by a white rubber apron, which she slipped over her head before tying the belt behind her back. With a smile of anticipation Vanya came over to where I lay and sat down beside me. Without a word she reached into the bag and withdrew a cylinder wrapped in white paper. The wrapping was torn away and Vanya gradually unwound the thick, white bandage around my locked arms. I was totally confused as I watched what she did, her silence giving me no hint of her intentions. A second and third bandage was added until my arms were covered from one elbow to the other. Vanya went to the bathroom to fetch a towel then resumed her place beside me, reaching into the bag again. This time she pulled out a blue paper cylinder, perhaps four inches long and about the same in diameter. Ripping off the paper she dipped the remains into the bucket. After a minute or so she lifted her hand up and began winding the soggy bandage around my hands, from one wrist to the other. Vanya's hands were covered in creamy whiteness, and I realised with horror that this was no ordinary bandage - it was plaster of Paris! She paid no attention to the moans of protest I tried to make around the gag, instead she smoothed the thick, white goo over the bandage and tore away the wrapping on a second one. As she began to add that further down my arms I felt the heat develop over my hands and fingers as the plaster began to set. By the time she was adding the fourth plaster bandage, my hands and wrists were immovably locked in a rigid grip as it set to a solid shell. Some half-an-hour later Vanya was busy smoothing the final layer of bandage and plaster around my elbows, my arms forming the core of a rigid, white loop. My mind was filled with fear at how long Vanya intended to keep me in this horrible bondage, as she rinsed the plaster from her hands. That fear increased ten-fold as she tore the white wrapping from another bandage and began winding it around my glued feet! Once my feet and ankles were wrapped in the thick, soft wadding, Vanya soaked a plaster bandage and unravelled it about my feet, locking them in the sole-to-sole position. By the time she began smoothing the outer layer, the plaster had begun to set, the warmth being a precursor to the rigidity, which now held my arms. Humming quietly in absorbed satisfaction, Vanya pulled out another white-wrapped package and began cladding my left leg from ankle to just above my knee. This was followed by more plaster of Paris bandages, which she took great delight in making as smooth as possible, as though she were creating a sculpture rather than putting me into severe bondage! After rinsing her hands once more Vanya wrapped my right leg in the soft wadding and took her time - and great delight - in encasing it with plaster so that both legs were bent, wide apart and locked solid in the plaster's rigid embrace, like my arms. Long before she was finished, the frustrations of bondage began: tickles and itches that I couldn't do anything about. I had learnt long ago that there was nothing to do when so helpless but to close off my mind to the calls of my body - I had no choice but to accept my fate in Vanya's hands. After a long look to savour and survey my total imprisonment in white, rigid plaster, yet still without a single word, Vanya picked up the huge number of paper wrappers, stuffing them back into the plastic bag. Grabbing the bucket as well, she strode out of the bedroom, her pert little bottom wriggling delightfully in the tiny, green latex panties. I longed to hold those pretty cheeks in my hands but knew that, in such severe bondage, I wouldn't be able to for quite some time. Vanya returned a few moments later with a large sponge and wiped away the traces of plaster from the exposed skin of my arms and legs. Next she rolled me over to the other side of the bed so she could clean away the plaster, which had dripped onto the rubber sheet. As she pushed me, I realised fully how totally helpless I was. Apart from being able to move my arms up and down, and move my legs slightly from the hips, there was nothing I could do. I was facedown, resting on my plaster- encased knees and my face, my helpless arms trapped beneath me. I had to struggle to get my head on one side so I could breathe comfortably. After a few moments I felt that Vanya had left the room, but I couldn't turn my