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Revenge of the Banished Mistress
By debra
Debra stood quietly outside the nearly closed hotel door. She could not
see the people inside but if she listened intently she could hear the
murmur of voices. She thought this was the room she had heard about but
she was not sure. If it was, would she be welcome? If it wasn't she did
not want to embarrass herself by bursting in on some strangers.
So intently was she concentrating she never heard the person approach her
from behind. He must have been down the hall at the ice machine when she
arrived at the door. All she registered was a hand that shot past her
head and pushed the door open and then a body against hers forcing her to
stumble into the room.
The voices went silent except for the one behind her.
"Guess what I found eavesdropping at our door," a deep male voice said.
Before she could recover she felt her arms wrenched behind her and cold
steel encircling her wrists. She knew the feel of handcuffs and as she
heard the two clicks she knew she was helpless.
A short but attractive woman with slightly graying hair stood up and
approached her.
"Ah, yes. I was rather hoping this one would show up," she said. "Let's
get her hooked up and then the party can really get started."
Debra felt herself frog marched to the center of the room. She noticed
that nearly all of the furniture had been removed from the room, leaving
only the large armoire which held the television. When she was standing
in front of the cabinet but several feet away, she was held tightly by
two men while the lady placed some kind of rigid apparatus around her
neck.
"This is a specially designed posture collar," the woman explained as she
began to fasten it in place. "It will hold your head up high among other
delightful effects."
"Let me go you bitch!" Debra yelled at the top of her lungs. "You can't
do this to me!"
"Oh but we can, and we are," the woman replied. "And my name is Mistress
Ann to you!"
Debra took a better look at her and realized her style of dress was
indeed that of a Mistress. All in black, with a leather corset,
stockings, knee high spike heel boots, very severe makeup and a tightly
gathered pony tail for her hair.
By the time Debra had finished her inventory and gotten over her shock,
the collar was in place.
It seemed to be made out of some kind of heavy plastic which had been
covered with foam padding and then leather. It consisted of a front
piece that came half way around her throat. This rested on a shoulder
piece that sat on top of her shoulders on each side of her neck. Straps
went under each arm to hold this latter piece in place. A third piece
came around the back of her neck and mated with the one from the front.
A series of clicks and then some adjustment screws were tightened to
completely encase her neck and hold it so she could not move her head.
The top of the two pieces molded under her chin and when yet additional
screws were turned the device seemed to expand until her head was lifted
as far up from her shoulders as the neck would allow. The top of the
back piece ran up and around her head and enclosed every thing but her
face.
When her handlers stepped back, she realized she was rigid from shoulder
to top of her head. She could not turn her head or even nod it. Turning
to see to either side involved turning her entire torso from the waist.
She also realized at that point that some kind of rubber bladder had been
shoved into her mouth and now rested between her teeth. She could not
open her mouth at all because of the pressure exerted by her hard helmet
and the sounds she had been making were now substantially muted. A small
tube stuck out of her mouth and while her head was held immovable a pump
of some kind was attached.
As something (she found out later it was a thick, gooey substance) was
forced through the tube the bladder in her mouth began to expand. This
process went on until her mouth cavity was completed filled. When they
stopped and disconnected her from the pump, she found that she could not
make a sound that could be heard from more that a few feet away. Her
screams sounded just like pitiable whimpers.
A cable stretched down from the ceiling and it was quickly clipped to a
ring at the top of her helmet. They left her for a moment as the walked
around her and let her realize she was helplessly attached to the
ceiling. She could twirl around and she could squirm her body about but
that was all the movement she could muster. She could see herself in the
mirrors on the walls as she turned and she was a sight indeed with her
long, floor length, off the shoulder black and pink gown flashing about.
The built in petticoats kept the skirt spread out and in her struggles
her clear plastic and black patent pumps with the brutal six inch heels
would flash on occasion.
After a few moments they returned to their labors. Her wrists were
momentarily freed from each other but remained in the strong grips of her
tormentors. Leather cuffs were fastened around each wrist and then her
wrists were wrenched high up on her back in a reverse prayer position.
Some kind of strap was clipped to the rings on the cuffs and then to the
back of her headpiece assembly at neck level.
Next came a spreader bar which was attached by leather cuffs to each
ankle. Her legs were spread so far apart she could only barely stand and
her hips felt like they were about to tear apart. Mistress Ann then
reached up under Debra's long skirt.
"Well, what have we here?" she smiled as she grabbed the three piece set
that hung between Debra's widely spread legs. "And you aren't even
wearing any panties," she continued. "How convenient."
Mistress Ann fastened some kind of leather arrangement around the base of
Debra's equipment, trapping her cock and balls in a cinch of some kind.
"That is a special strangulation cinch," she explained. "It tightens if
any pressure is put on the ring hanging down. It has a slip catch on it
that prevents it from moving backwards. It has many uses in the torture
of prisoners but we have devised a special torment just for you."
She then clipped a strap to the ring and ran it down to the center of the
spreader bar where she fastened it to another ring. Debra now stood
totally helpless as Mistress Ann began to explain what was going to
happen to her.
"I was pretty careful to let you hear snippets of conversation, figuring
your curiosity would bring you up here to me," she began. "I have been
told that I am not welcome at this TG convention and that you are one of
the leaders. I may not be coming back here, but I'm absolutely certain
you will regret that before the night is over."
Debra tried to tell here that she had not been involved in the decision
to ask Mistress Ann not to return. Her words could not be understood
under the gag and they fell on deaf ears anyway. Mistress just went on
with her dissertation.
"First of all, you should know that the strap binding your wrists to your
neck is made of rawhide. Very wet rawhide. It will shrink over the next
several hours drawing your hand further and further up your back. By the
time we are through with you, your fingers will actually reach the ring
in your neck collar. You will be able to touch the clip that holds you,
but you will never be able to release yourself. Your fingers will be
numb by then and the strain on the hook will be too great. It will be
great entertainment to watch your fingers scrabble and scratch at the
hook in futile effort.
The strap between your legs is made of the same material. It too will
shrink, drawing your heels off the ground and then forcing you up onto
the very tips of your sexy, come fuck me shoes. We will entertain
ourselves as you struggle to avoid drawing the loop on the top of the
strap tight. First you will lift yourself slowly up until you perch on
your toes. That is very painful but nothing compared to what you will go
through as your feet leave the ground. Your knees will bend as you
struggle to hold your feet up and keep your legs from hanging straight.
Your muscles strain to keep your feet from dragging your legs downward
and cinching your cock and balls until the blood stops flowing to them.
The only way for you to free yourself will be for you to service all of
the nice men here at my party. I will love to watch you try to
communicate with each of them as the raise you skirts high and slide
their manhood into your tight little ass. How will you let them know the
things you would offer to do for them if they would only release you?"
Debra looked fearfully around the room. The four men she could see all
looked to be quite large and she shuddered as she imagined each of the
four cocks taking turns using her. Four men before she could be freed.
And she would have to accomplish that before the rawhide drew her feet
off the floor.
Then Mistress Ann unveiled the final horror. "The party is not in this
room, dear Debra," she hissed. "It's next door."
With those words she opened the connecting door and Debra could see and
hear a room full of people partying and dancing. There seemed to be an
equal mix of cross dressed males and skimpily clad women drinking,
flirting and even kissing.
"They are having a good time, aren't they?" Mistress Ann cooed. "The
only rules are that the males can look but not touch. I have paid the
girls to keep the guys in a state of sexual arousal but not to let them
get too familiar. I will soon let the males know they can come in here
and obtain sexual release when the tension and need gets to be too great.
Of course, we will be filming the action for our own pleasure and
probably for some blackmail later on, but that will be another story."
Mistress Ann then approached the terrified Debra with one more piece of
equipment. As she raised it to Debra's face, her assistant drove two
plastic tubes up Debra's nostrils, deep into her nasal passages.
"Now for the final piece of your outfit," she said. "This faceplate will
fasten to the headpiece and completely cover your face. No one will know
who is in the iron mask. Once it is bolted in place you will be in total
darkness. Pads will cover your eyes making the darkness complete.
Earplugs will be inserted into your ears to create total silence. The
mask will seal itself to your headpiece and then we will pump the
remaining cavity full of expandable foam.
"You will be in a dark, silent formless prison, unable to make a sound
that can be heard, unable to hear, to see, to move your head at all. You
will never know when one of your friends comes in until they raise up
your skirt and even after they fuck you silly, you will never have even a
clue as to who they were. Nor will they know who you are."
With that the mask was fastened in place and Debra's trip through the
private and yet very public darkness of hell began.
Gert
- 03.12.2022
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