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Part 3 - The Longest Day Although I didn't really sleep well as my body was so contorted by the bindings, I was woken by the ring gag being pushed into my mouth and secured while I was still coming round. "There we are!" Allie said breezily, taking the goggles off my eyes, smiling broadly. "A whole weekend to learn more about ourselves, Tina - isn't it wonderful?" She had this really annoying habit of asking me a question when she had made it impossible for me to answer. The look of anxiety in my eyes probably gave her my answer though. "We've got some really good things planned for today, Tina - but just as soon as you've had your drink. I didn't like to disturb you while you were getting your beauty sleep, so I kept some of my urine for you here." She reached over to a drip stand she must have borrowed from the hospital, which had a bag of something dark yellow suspended from it. The drip tube ended in another version of a gas tank cap. "This is really fun, Tina!" She screwed the cap into the retaining ring in my mouth and turned to start the flow. "This is so good because you can drink at whatever speed we decide is best for you. And you can drink all night too - we'll try that tonight, shall we? But for now we'll let you have a good drink to start the day." She released the flow and cool urine started to pour into my mouth. It wasn't as fast as it was when she peed directly into my mouth, but in a way that made it more difficult, as I had to wait until my mouth was full before I swallowed and that meant only about every ten seconds or so. While I did so, Allie stroked my hair, smiling down at me as she relished my helpless state. "You are going to be such a pretty slave for me, Tina." My eyes widened. "Now - I know this is only a project, but we have to do it properly, don't we. We have to take this as far as we can. So today we will have a new experience: shall I tell you what it is - or would you prefer the surprise?" She waited but all I could do was keep swallowing. "Well - I know, I'll tell you part of it and the rest will be the surprise. "To help you keep learning not to speak all the time, I'm going to leave the ring in your mouth for the weekend." I tried to make a noise, but it was no more than a gurgle. "No - I know you want to thank me, but I have a way you can do that; I'll show you that later! But for now, we will get dressed and go out together. I know what you're thinking: you're thinking 'how can I go out with this ring in my mouth?' You are, aren't you? "Well, that's where one of my nursing friends has been such a help. She is from somewhere in the Mediterranean and she has lent me a niqab for you to wear. Don't worry - she doesn't know about you, she thinks it is for a party. Do you know what a niqab is?" I swallowed some more urine as she kept on stroking my hair. "Well, it's a long black dress for Middle Eastern women and it covers the face. Not completely, like a burqa, 'cos it just leaves your eyes visible. So what we'll do is make your eyes up so that you look darker skinned and no one will know what else is underneath! That'll be such fun, won't it?" she grinned. I just kept on swallowing. She giggled, and then paused. "Do you see what I am doing again, Tina? I'm keeping you on the edge, never letting you feel comfortable, always just a bit anxious, forcing you to trust me. And you can, you know. You have to really, don't you - but that's how I condition you to do it naturally. This is doing so much for our relationship, Tina, I'm sure you realize that." Her look seemed to be one more like a Mistress talking to a new puppy she is beginning to train as she kept on caressing me, my hands and feet bound and my mouth filling and emptying like a metronome. Eventually, the flow subsided and I could breathe thru my mouth again. Allie disconnected the gas cap from my ring and hung it back up on the stand. "There - you'll feel better for that. Don't worry, I haven't used it all, there'll be some for later." She looked at me for a long time, her eyes roaming over my face and body, sometimes smiling but sometimes looking thoughtful. "Tina, I think it's time for you to understand something. I'm going to finish what I am doing to you because it's important to me. I am enjoying it and I'm sure you will too as time passes. I will show you my thanks - you have that to look forward to if you go along with things. "But you also have to understand that I won't let you spoil what I am doing. If we stop, we will never get to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow." She smiled. "So you must help me - or it will be difficult for us both. And I'm not used to losing. I will keep pushing you thru situations where you might think you can back out, but you can't. First, I will always make sure you have some form of restraint - physical or maybe even something medical. Second, there will be no men's clothes around so don't think you can do a quick change and merge into the crowd; the only pants are for you to wear to work, and that might have to change too. So the only way you could leave me is dressed as a woman. And third, there are the photos: you know Maria took some in the salon and I have been taking them too. You wouldn't want them to be public, would you?" I shook my head vigorously. "Right." She smiled. "So you understand that you are mine until I decide otherwise?" She leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. I nodded, realizing that she was right and that I wouldn't want to upset her anyway. Had I known what she had planned, I might not have been so calm. As it was, my cock was trapped in the very effective fake second skin, always alive, often leaking pre-cum, but totally unable to move into action. "Good - so I'm going to release you now. You can go in and shower while I get your clothes ready for us to go out." Reader - I did so. I came back out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me at chest level (she smiled at that) and waited to see what she had arranged. Oh - and I curtsied. She smiled again. "Wonderful, Tina! "You need proper breasts, don't you?" she asked - or, more accurately, told me. She handed me a black bra, fairly full, with matching lace trim. I put it on without being asked. She then opened a box to reveal two breasts. "These are prostheses from the hospital, Tina, for women like you who have no breasts. Let's slip them in, shall we?" She held the box out for me. I put them inside the cups of my bra and wiggled to get them to seat properly. They were cold but not uncomfortable. What was clear is that they gave me ample breasts! "Good," she smiled. "Now put the robe on." She handed me a large black shapeless gown. "Aaaaah!" I tried to point out to her that I had no panties, by pointing down and making what noise I could in exclamation. "Did I ask you to speak, Tina?" she snapped quickly back. "If you are trying to tell me you have no panties on, I know. That will be part of our fun! The best thing about this is to have nothing underneath, wouldn't it? You have to wear a bra of course, and some sandals, but to wear nothing else will be so cool!" I maybe scowled a bit but threw the robe over my head (she said it was called a jilbab, but it wasn't a word I had come across). It fit over my head and settled on my neck where she fastened it. I waved my arms around inside it looking for the sleeves. "O dear, aren't there any sleeves, Tina - what a shame!" she laughed. "You'll just have to keep your hands inside then! No playing though!" She waved her finger at me. "I wouldn't want you to start playing with your new clit while we are out in public, would I?" I didn't know what she thought I was going to do with it, but I thought I was pretty unlikely to do anything in public! She lifted up the robe and told me to put my hands in front of me. She looped some surgical tape round my wrists several times and then told me to fold my arms, so she then tied each wrist to the opposite elbow. My arms were fixed in a folded position under my newly blossoming breasts. She let the robe fall and checked to make sure nothing untoward was visible. "That's fine, isn't it - and it's comfortable too, isn't it?" she breezily chattered on, ignorant of my reaction. "Now, slip these sandals on. She held out a pair of white open-toed slingback sandals with a medium heel, but then laughed at herself when she realized she had just tied my hands. "Oh - sorry, Tina. That was silly, wasn't it?" She was giggling now as she fixed the sandals herself and secured the buckles. My painted toes were clearly visible when the robe didn't cover them. "Now, we need to do your makeup for you and then finish things off, don't we?" she kept going. Come and sit at your vanity." I meekly followed her and sat patiently while she darkened the skin around my eyes and then made my eyes up so that they stood out and looked very attractive. She then took the niqab, which was a headdress leaving no part of my face exposed except for a narrow slit for my eyes. It covered my hair and neck too. The front of it dangled down over my chin so that at least there was a good flow of air. "Can you breathe OK?" she asked. I nodded. "Good. Then we can put the finishing touches, can't we?" I felt uneasy already at what was yet to come. She fit the niqab over my head and all I could see was a narrow slit in front of me; I couldn't really see to either side and, more difficult, I couldn't see my feet either. "There we are. Try walking now, Tina." I stood and did my best, walking with difficulty across my room. Allie - sorry, Miss Allie - seemed pleased. "Good - well done, my girl! Now if you can manage that we'll give you more of a challenge, shall we?" While I stood there, she slipped her hand under the front of my niqab and placed a clip on my nose. I didn't quite understand why as, with my jaws still forced wide apart but the ring, there was plenty of room to breathe! But she hadn't finished. She held her next torture (for that's what it was seeming like to me) in front of me. There was another gas tank cap device, which I was used to at night, but this one had an extra fitment - apparently to go inside my mouth. It looked like a penis, although it was clearly man-made from a rubbery plastic. "Isn't this precious, Tina?" she said with another giggle. "Can you see what it is?" She paused. "It's something for you to suck and enjoy while we are out. You really won't be able to eat or drink the way you are, so I thought it wasn't fair you should miss out. No - don't thank me - it's only right. "It's a very special cock and I have filled it with your favorite drink. Here, you must try it!" She again lifted the front of my niqab, simply inserting the cock thru the ring and twisting it so that the cap locked in place. As she did so, I gagged because the head of the penis was pushed up against the back of my mouth. "It's only a little one, Tina. Don't worry, I will get you a longer one when you have tired of this one. "Now it's easy for you to have a drink with this one any time you want to. All you have to do is breathe hard, and the little opening at the head of the penis will open all by itself and give you a drink. Isn't that clever?" Now I understood what she was doing. By blocking my nose, she was forcing me to breathe me thru my mouth, and anything that made me breathe harder would give me a mouthful of her urine again. It was bad enough just having the feel of a penis in my mouth... "So - let's hit the town, Tina. Girls always love shopping, so let's continue your education!" She slipped a denim jacket on over her T-shirt and jeans, and set off thru the kitchen we used to share (until I got the job of kitchen maid!), pulling me behind her. She stopped to pick up her purse, turned to me and said: "O, you can't really carry one, can you, Tina. You'll just have to make sure you don't need anything while we're out." Opening the door, she pulled me out and down the stairs, while I desperately tried not to fall over as my visibility was so limited and I couldn't use my arms to balance. It was only when we got outside to the parking lot that I was aware of quite a strong breeze. It ruffled my robe quite a bit and I could feel only too well the fact that I had no panties: it was both cold and scary as I wriggled to stop my robe flying up in the wind. I could hear Allie laughing as she propelled me towards her car and bundled me in. She seemed to be in a hurry and I could already sense her urine in the back of my mouth as I breathed more heavily. I swallowed, trying not to suck any more thru while doing so. It didn't work too well, because I realized that every time I swallowed I squeezed the tip of the cock and extracted more urine and so the cycle started again. All I could do was hold the pool of urine in my mouth until the quantity of my own saliva meant I had to swallow again to breathe, and so it went on. I turned my head to look at Allie, although even then I could only just see her face thru the edge of my eye slit. She drove without a word to a part of town I didn't recognize, although it was clearly one with more immigrants. I guess I was kind of relieved at that; I wasn't sure that I wanted to be seen dressed in a Middle Eastern style as memories of 9/11 were still too strong. She stopped the car in a lot and came round to open the door for me, smiling as ever. "I don't know about you, Tina, but I could murder a coffee." So we walked to a coffee shop - although she was walking fast, I did my best to keep up as I realized I was so stuck if I lost her. She sat down in the shop and ordered a latte. "One latte, madam, sure - and for you, madam?" The young waitress looked at me, unfazed by my appearance. I looked at Allie in panic. "No - she can't take food or drink during the day at the moment," replied Allie. "You know how it is." The girl nodded and moved on, I guess assuming it was some religious thing. I relaxed. But Allie sensed it and wanted to keep me on the edge. She stood up. "Just going to the bathroom, Tina! Don't go without me, will you?" she laughed. "You'll have to trust me that I will come back!" I panicked - if she disappeared, I was sunk: tied, gagged and stark naked under just a price of black cloth. I had to trust her, whether I liked it or not. I nearly gagged on the penis in my mouth as I realized that I was totally under her control. I just sat there, hoping desperately that no one came and talked to me or anything. After a few minutes, the waitress brought Allie's coffee, saying a few words and smiling. I looked at her thru the headdress that I was now beginning to love and not hate as it kept me out of sight, and nodded. I found it helpful to keep saying "She's coming back...she's coming back..." to myself, needing to convince myself that it was true. Despite this, I was getting into quite a state by the time I felt her hand on my shoulder again. She sat down. "There - now you learnt a lot from the last few minutes, didn't you, Tina? What did you learn?" She went on: "You learnt that I will help you put your trust more and more in me. You learnt that I will decide how and when that happens. And you learnt that you will find yourself by relaxing in my control." She smiled. "We'll keep pushing you, every time making you feel a bit more uncomfortable, every time stretching your dependence on me. You do understand that, don't you, Tina. This will carry on until you know your dependence on me for absolutely everything - everything your mind and your body does," she whispered. I shivered a bit but knew now wasn't the time or place to fight it - even if I could have. The problem was that I didn't know when there would be such a time or place. I swallowed more urine. Allie finished her latte and paid the bill. She leant across to me. "Now it's time for a little shopping, Tina. I might walk quite fast, so you'll have to keep up or you might have to find your own way home - and that might be a challenge, mightn't it?" She grabbed her purse and set off out of the coffee shop. I followed as quickly as I could, knowing that she was testing me again and not leaving me time to think. She drifted thru the mall, looking in windows but moving on as soon as I caught up with her. Eventually, she went into a shop; it was a fancy lingerie store. I hesitated, not really wanting to be involved, but scared of letting her out of my sight. I followed her in; I could see she noticed and smiled. "Come and see these, Tina," she said, moving across to some very sexy basques. I could see Allie in one of those - in fact, I had dreamed of it before now; but that was before all this. "Do you like them, Tina?" I nodded, thinking that maybe I would see her in one after all. "Which one do you like best?" I scanned the rack, choosing one in red with black lace trim and matching bra cups - I guess it was a Merry Widow, technically. I stood alongside it, lowering my head to indicate my choice. "Yes - I like that one too, Tina! Shall we buy it?" I nodded. "I'm sure it will look beautiful on you, won't it?" she giggled. I paused as it sunk in. 'Noooo!' screamed inside my head, but nothing came out. All I got from my excitement was some more urine to swallow. I shook my head vigorously - it wasn't for her, it was for me! "No - that's OK, Tina, don't you worry about the cost. You can pay me back later." She picked the right size and paid at the desk. The sales girl looked at me doubtfully, but I guess that went with the outfit. Allie breezed out of the shop and so I followed, conscious of the fact that if I didn't do so while she was holding the door, I would have a problem getting out. This was all part of her dependency kick - but it would have been a major embarrassment if the door had closed as there was no way I could have pulled it open. She didn't stop, but hurried along the mall with me in her wake, wondering how much more urine there would be in the penis in my mouth; it felt softer and I could move my tongue around it more easily. But I stopped doing so when it struck me what I was up to - it's a penis in my mouth!!! We got back to the parking lot; Allie tossed the shopping bag inside and opened the door for me. I sat in backwards, my butt on the edge of the seat; before I could move my legs, Allie grabbed them and swung them inside the car, clicked the seat belt and closed the door. She came round to her side and got in. "Now, that was quite an experience, Tina, wasn't it? I think you need to let it all sink in, don't you. So I will help you." She reached over and slipped her hands inside my niqab, inserting a pair of earphones into my ears. Then she pulled what must have been a woolly hat over my head on top of the niqab so that it covered my eyes. The earphones started to play what sounded like a woman having a series of orgasms, a sound which rapidly got me excited as the car drove off. I have no idea where we went as she drove for some time. When the car stopped, Allie pulled the hat off my head and I could see we were outside a diner somewhere in the countryside. She unbuckled my belt and opened the door but left the earphones in, clipping the small mp4 player to my robe. I think she said something while I was doing it, but I couldn't hear what over the increasingly stimulating sounds I was hearing. She sat me in the diner and placed her order. I could see her talking to the waiter and pointing to me, I guess explaining why I wasn't eating and that I was listening to something anyway. She sat and read a newspaper that was on the table while I just sat and listened; I kept trying not to, but the sounds were so powerful that they had quite an effect on me. Increasingly, I was conscious of the fact that I was wearing no panties and the excitement I was feeling meant I was feeling damp down below. I kept squirming, but it didn't help a lot. The urine seemed to be running out in the penis gag in my mouth, which was a relief; I still found that I was running my tongue over the only slightly less rigid cock - it helped me breathe if I kept it moving. The waiter brought her meal - some fish and a salad with a glass of white wine - and she smiled at me and began to eat. She didn't rush, but flicked thru the paper and relaxed with her wine in between mouthfuls. I didn't have a great view from our booth, but the diner looked to be pretty quiet and at least I couldn't see people look at me. When she eventually finished, she smiled at me again and stood up; she put her hand on my shoulder to keep me seated and walked off. I assumed she was off to the ladies' room again and tried to relax this time. The waiter cleared her plate away. I must have sat there for ten minutes, wanting to move around to find a way of distracting my mind from the orgasms in my ear. I looked round and saw that she was sitting at the bar of the diner with her drink - I hadn't noticed she had taken it with her - and I guess having a good time. She must have stayed there for half an hour, talking to some guy, before presumably deciding I had learnt whatever she wanted me to learn and returned to the table. She had paid for her meal while at the bar and motioned me to follow her out. I did so, feeling damp and unsettled. Back in the car, she pressed a button on the mp4 player and I found that the noises stopped and that I could hear her. "Tina, can you hear me?" she asked sweetly. "Have you learnt anything?" Yes, I had. I had learnt that listening to a woman having an orgasm was turning me on, I had learnt that Allie had no problems pushing the boundaries of her control, and I had learnt that she wasn't going to give me an opportunity to slip from that control. I nodded, the penis in my mouth reinforcing the evidence. She pulled the hat back over my head again so that all I could see was blackness. "Shall I tell you what you have learnt, Tina? You have taken just another tiny step towards understanding my domination of every part of you. Don't worry, every step is important and we will keep making them together until you have learnt everything you will need. By the time we finish, you will be desperate for my presence, my power to keep you alive. You won't be able to imagine living without my control - you won't be able to make a decision because you will need me to make them for you. That's going to be such fun, isn't it?" She must have flicked the switch back on the earphones, as the outside sound disappeared and was replaced again by the constant orgasm. My mind was in overload; my body squirmed helplessly as the enormity of her plan poured over me, a plan that seemed both frightening and deliciously sweet. I couldn't cope with it all and all I knew right then was the dampness between my legs as she drove away. I shivered. When the car stopped, Allie removed the hat and I blinked at the daylight, recognizing that we were back home at the hostel. She flicked the mp4 (at least, that's what I thought it was, but I wasn't sure now) and said that I had been a good girl and we would be going back inside now. She got out and helped me out, bringing the lingerie bag. When we got inside her room, she closed the door and burst out laughing. "Tina - you were brilliant! You didn't put a foot wrong! And you've given me lots of new ideas to help us! "I don't know about you, but I'm bursting for the loo. Let's get your niqab off and go get your cocktail." She giggled as she lifted the niqab off my head, detaching the earphones. She twisted off the gas cap and extracted the now empty penis from my mouth. "That was good, wasn't it, Tina - I know you enjoyed that." I found myself panting for breath as my airway was at last fully clear. "Well, you like the idea, then? We must work on that experience for you." I'm not sure whether her misunderstanding of my reaction was deliberate or not. Next, she was going to take the nose clip off but stopped. "Maybe we'll just leave it there for the moment." She smiled. She led me across the room into her bathroom to the special toilet she had designed for herself, laid me down under it (as my arms were still taped together under the robe) and secured my head in its position. She slipped her jeans and panties down and sat on the seat, smiling down at my face looking up from just below her crotch. My mouth, with its by now seemingly fixed ring, was held wide open to receive her urine. I was feeling anxious about the nose clip holding my nostrils shut, as it was difficult enough to breathe when drinking the urine as it was. But I didn't have much time to think as her smile broadened as she began to urinate into the bowl and it flowed into my mouth. I started swallowing as usual - something I seemed to spend my life doing - and soon found it was much harder without my nose to breathe thru. I swallowed frantically, desperately to breathe in between each mouthful. As I did so, all I could see was Allie looking down with such a satisfied grin on her face. It took all my powers to swallow and breathe, swallow and breathe until the flow eventually subsided. I wiped her with a tissue and placed it in my mouth. She reached over, as before, and poured a glass of water around the bowl so that I could swallow the tissue. Needless to say, I did so, sensing again that she had added something to the water. But there was nothing I could do about it. "I'll be back in just a minute, Tina. Don't go away!" She pulled her jeans up and went back into her room, leaving me stuck in the toilet chair (or indeed 'my cocktail bar' as she now called it), with my arms still folded under the robe and the tube still in my mouth. No, I wasn't going anywhere. It seemed like quite a while until she came back and she was carrying the sort of tool that they used to pierce my ears. In fact, she then told me that it was exactly the same one and she had borrowed it from Angie last weekend. I squirmed a bit, wondering what she was going to do. "Don't worry, girl - this won't really hurt, but it will help you learn more quickly. And we both want that, don't we?" I guess I just looked scared. She knelt down where I was trapped and wiped inside the shell of my ear with something and then placed the tool against it and fired. In the twinkling of an eye she had punched a hole in my ear, not in the lobe or on the rim, but in the shell, right next to the ear canal. She wiped it again (I assume to remove the blood, but I couldn't see) and put a stud or something thru it. She repeated the operation on the other side. I couldn't work out what she was doing, but then she went out again and came back with a little box. "You will want to make sure you hear what I want you to do, won't you, my sweet?" she said. "And these will be such a help for you. I was so pleased with the way you enjoyed the earphones this afternoon that I will move straight on to the next step for you. These fix into your ears, they don't have any leads because they are wireless, and we can manage them with a remote control. It works at quite long range too apparently, but we will have to test it out, won't we?" As she was talking, she inserted one of the earpieces into my ear canal. It was quite long and would have to be removed carefully. But as it slid into the canal, the edge engaged with the stud that she had just stuck thru my ear. It clicked into place and blocked my hearing very effectively. Then she pushed my ear forward and turned some sort of clasp (I couldn't see exactly what) in back so that it was fixed. Then she repeated the exercise in my other ear. By the time she had finished, I couldn't hear a thing. I could see her lips move as she spoke to me, but for all I know she might have been miming. She picked up a small remote control, looked at it, and pressed a button. My hearing was restored as (I guess) microphones in the hearing aids (that must have been what they were based on) were switched on. She smiled, strapping the control onto her wrist like a watch. "Can you hear me OK, Tina?" You're right - it was her usual question, knowing that I could not answer with the ring in my mouth and my head held firmly. "O, silly me - you can't answer very easily, can you?" She unfastened the mask from my face and extricated the tube from my mouth. "Let's try again - if you can hear me, blink twice." There was nothing to be gained by ignoring her. I blinked twice. She clasped her hands together and grinned. "Isn't that precious?" she squealed. Then she pressed something else: my hearing switched off again. She mouthed something at me; I don't do lip reading, so I didn't know what it was and probably looked blank. She smiled again and pressed the control. "Well done, Tina! This is so good, isn't it? We can control everything from here. You have heard on and off, but there are two other settings too. First, I can use this control as a microphone and speak directly into your ear, even when I am far away. And the final setting - you know what! I know you loved the stuff I was playing for you today, so I can give you more of that - or anything else we want to play because it works just like a music player. Isn't that wonderful? And you can keep it on in the shower too - though I guess it might be best taken off for swimming. I'll leave it on for the moment." She clasped her hands together again. "And don't think that's everything. There's more, Tina. Now we've sorted the way for me to communicate with you, we can give you a way of communicating with me." I looked interested for a moment, wondering if at last she would remove this ring from my mouth. "I'll show you in a minute, my girl, when you are properly dressed again. It's very simple: there aren't many things you will need to say to me, so we can make sure you can do any of them whenever you want. I'm sure you'll find that helpful, Tina." I wasn't sure what this meant, but I wasn't in a position to comment, let alone argue. "Now let's get you properly dressed." She extricated me from the cocktail bar (gee!) and lifted the robe off my arms so that she could untape my wrists and elbows. While I was pulling the last of the tape off, she lifted the robe up off my head. I hadn't realized just how heavy it was until she took it off me. "Now go into your room, use the bathroom and put your indoor clothes back on. I have put them on the bed for you." I didn't even look her in the face as I walked out. This was getting deeper. I was now wearing a catheter and false vagina, secured by a small padlock, a mouth ring, secured with a strap and padlock, and also now remote control hearing aids, fixed into my ears with some kind of special tool. Running out the door wasn't looking like a good option; I needed to figure this out. And it wasn't helped by the fact that I was finding it all quite exciting, if I am honest. As I reached the door thru to my own room, I felt the earpieces switch off; I was to be deaf when she didn't want me to listen. I had a long shower - I needed something after the trip we had had. I dried myself in the towel and walked back into my bedroom. When I got there, I was surprised to see Allie there - since I couldn't hear anything, I guess I would have to get used to that. "Where is your curtsy, Tina? That's not what we agreed on, is it?" I curtsied, maybe a bit too quickly, as I looked on the bed, expecting to see my maid's outfit waiting, but instead there was the merry widow that she had bought me this morning - or indeed that I chose this morning. She switched on my ears (well that's what it seemed like) and spoke. "That was such a good choice, Tina - it's really gorgeous. I can't wait to see you in it. Go on - try it on." I stood and looked at it. Even looking at it caused my locked penis to get excited. Before I had realized it, Allie said, "Do you hear me, Tina? TRY IT ON! I do not expect you to hesitate when I give you a direct order - not unless you enjoy punishment." I moved quickly, throwing the towel onto the bed, dropping another curtsy in acknowledgement of her command and stepping into the basque. She had been clever in choosing the size - it fit me too well and I struggled to pull it up over my hips. She helped me loosen a fastening at the side which made it a lot easier (I still had much to learn) and I was able to pull it up my body, feeding my arms into the shoulder straps. She motioned towards the breast prostheses and I slipped them into the fitted bra cups, where they nestled comfortably. "Now let me see - do a twirl, Tina." I obediently turned for her to inspect. "I do like it," she purred, "Don't you?" I turned to look in the mirror and saw how it had shaped my body. I was never particularly fat, but the basque made my torso into the traditional hourglass shape that women had sought after for centuries. "Now, you can't really answer me very well with that contraption in your mouth, can you, Tina? But I have the solution." She wasn't really going to take it out, was she? No, she wasn't. "This is a little button to pin to your clothes - I call it the Star Trek brooch. If you want to talk to me, you just touch it." So how was that going to help? Would she then remove the ring gag? "It has a lovely submissive girly voice for you - maybe you can record your own one day, but until then we will have to pretend it's your voice. If you touch it once, the voice says "Yes, Miss Allie," and if you touch it twice it says "Thank you, Miss Allie." If you touch it 3 times, it says "How may I serve you, Miss Allie." I had thought of adding other sayings, but I couldn't think of anything else you might want to say - can you?" While I stood there - a bit overwhelmed, I have to say - she pinned the brooch onto my basque, smiling ever so broadly. "There, now try it out, Tina. What would you like to say?" I hesitated - but only for a moment as her brow furrowed. I hurriedly touched the brooch twice and a sexy voice said "Thank you, Miss Allie," presumably from a small speaker in the back. She beamed at me. "Well done, Tina - just the right response. Did you notice I used the word 'response'? You'll feel much happier now that we can converse, but that doesn't mean that you can start chatting whenever you feel like it, my girl. No - you only speak when I speak to you or call you. Do you understand?" She looked at the brooch. I touched it once. "Yes, Miss Allie" my voice replied. "Good - this is coming along really well, Tina. Now put the rest of your clothes on." She pointed towards the bed again - but then looked at my brooch. I touched it twice: "Thank you, Miss Allie." She smiled and turned away. There wasn't a lot on the bed. Sheer black nylon stockings, black satin panties and my high-heeled maid's shoes. I sat and slipped the nylons carefully up my legs, fastening them to the bottom of the basque. I pulled the panties on, feeling the beautiful soft satin brush my skin. Finally, I put my feet into the shoes and fastened them, standing up. Miss Allie looked at me. "Well, Tina?" She waited. I realized. "I touched my brooch three times: "How may I serve you, Miss Allie?" I curtsied too. She nodded and grinned. "That's good, my girl. You've got the hang of it very well. In fact, we'll move onto the next lesson." She flicked her remote control and the sounds of the room were replaced by the orgasms. My eyelids flickered. "You like this, don't you, Tina?" came through my ears as she pressed the button in her hand. She paused, pressing it again between the orgasms. "You like this, don't you, Tina?" rather more firmly. I realized and touched my brooch once. I couldn't hear anything, but Allie - I mean Miss Allie smiled. "That's better," she interrupted the sex. She went on. "You see, Tina, hearing all the background noise will only distract you from concentrating on serving me every waking moment. So if we cut it off completely, then you will find it easier, won't you?" She paused, while the sex noises resumed. One touch on the brooch. She smiled and continued, "And that is how it will be from now on. I will decide exactly what you need and when." Her face hardened. "And you will always curtsy, and always respond as a girl ought to. Is that understood?" The orgasms resumed while I curtsied and touched my brooch. I was looking for her smile in response, but I think she was off on a power trip by now and was looking too serious. Reader - I was scared! The sex was interrupted by her voice again. "Now get me a glass of red wine in my room. And you need some food before you get me supper. Have a drink of the vegetable juice that is in the refrigerator - in fact drink it all. I don't want you fainting from hunger. Then you can get me some pasta to go with the wine." She smacked my tush to send me on my way. I turned, touched my brooch once, curtsied and then touched it twice. I ran out of the room to the kitchen without waiting to see her face. She left the orgasms ringing in my ears without interruption. While I was pouring the wine, I looked to see whether her room needed tidying before she sat in it, but was surprised to see she was already there - she must have snuck past me in the kitchen. Since I couldn't hear anything, it was pretty likely. I walked into her room, curtsied while holding the tray with the wine glass, and bent to offer it to her. She took it without looking at me, waving me away with her hand. I curtsied again and hurried back to the kitchen, closing the door behind me. Now - the vegetable juice. Ok - it would be nourishing, but there was over a pint there in the refrigerator and she had ordered me to drink it all. I don't remember if I have explained this to you before, but there is no easy way to drink with a ring gag in your mouth (there is no way to eat anything solid at all, so liquids were all I could have this weekend, it appeared). You can't use a straw because you can't get the suction; all you can do is tip it carefully into your mouth and swallow a bit at a time. You really need a bib as you can't rely on nothing getting spilled. That's what I did, the sounds of satisfying sex in my ears - I have to admit, making me pretty horny. It took me a while to get thru all the juice, but at least I didn't feel so empty. I set to, cleaning the kitchen in my merry widow, actually rather liking the feel of its tight boning. I prepared the pasta, adding a rich meaty sauce that I put together with some of the wine, onions and tomatoes. Once it was ready, I placed it on the tray with cutlery and a napkin, knocked on her door and waited. I'm glad I did, because she came thru my earpieces with "Enter." I opened the door, curtsied and placed the tray in front of her. She looked at it, smiled and interrupted the orgasms with "Nice, Tina. More wine." She held up her glass. I curtsied, touched my brooch twice and scurried off to the kitchen obediently. I came back with a fresh glass, went thru the ritual curtsy and offered her the tray. She took the glass, nodded and sent the message thru "That's enough now - you can get ready for bed." I stood still for a moment, wondering why she said this at 7.30 in the evening, but then realized it was not safe to argue. I touched my brooch twice, curtsied and left the room. The dishes would have to wait for the morning, I guess. As I entered my room, the orgasms stopped to be replaced by one of those old numbers my parents probably listened to. Was it Peggy Lee? "I enjoy being a girl.... I drool over dresses made of lace.... I'm strictly a female female" and so on. It was well before my time, but the message was being drummed into my ears whether I liked it or not. I sat down and removed my shoes, resting my feet. I walked into my bathroom, unconsciously humming along with the song (as far as my ring gag would let me) and sat down to pee out the vegetable juice. When I had finished, I made an effort to clean my teeth - not easy - but at least I felt better with the taste of toothpaste in my mouth. Better than urine anyway. I washed it away as best I could. When I walked back into my room, I removed my lovely soft silk panties and unfastened the nylons from the basque, taking them off carefully. I managed to unhook the basque and slide it down off my body, placing the false breasts back in their box. I pulled my nightdress over my head and got into bed. I had hoped that I would at least get a good rest tonight with such an early bedtime, but it was not to be. "Come into my room when you are ready for bed, Tina," came into my ears. I obeyed, pinning my brooch to the nightdress as I went. I curtsied; three touches on my brooch. She had finished her pasta and had only a little wine left in her glass. She cut the singing from my ears (it was on its third lap by now, I think). "The pasta was good, my girl. You are doing well. Now we don't want to waste our time in bed and miss out on the chance to continue our training, do we? We have to take every opportunity we have, don't we? (pause) Don't we?" One touch. "We want your sleep to be as peaceful and undisturbed as possible, don't we? So what you will do is take these handcuffs and secure yourself to the bed. Lie on your back and secure your ankles to the two bottom corners and your wrists to the top ones. Is that clear?" Curtsy, one touch. "Go." Curtsy. Ears off. I lay on my bed, wondering how I was going to sleep like this. I cuffed my ankles and one wrist, although doing the final one was hard work wiyth only one wrist free. Eventually, I managed. Ah - I forgot to put the light out. I lay there for some time trying to sleep, with no success at all. I opened my eyes some time later when I felt movement on the bed. Miss Allie had come in. Ears on for her voice: "It's time for us to have some more fun, isn't it, my girl?" She placed the blackened swimming goggles over my eyes once more and - presumably - removed her jeans and T-shirt, and anything else. She mounted me and placed her knees on my upper arms, I could smell her sex and knew that it was not far from my face. "Let me see, now. Last time, we removed the ring from your mouth, didn't we? But maybe we might enjoy it with the ring tonight? And I don't want you to break your training program this weekend by speaking when it's not needed. Shall we try?" As she asked, she lowered her heat over my face, as before, initially covering my mouth and nose in such a way that I could not breathe. It was only when she had asserted her dominance that she lifted off for a second. "Let's see what you can do with your tongue, my little one. I don't think I need to say any more, do I? You know enough not to disappoint me, don't you?" As her heat descended onto my face, my ears were switched again to female orgasms. I extended my tongue thru the ring and searched around for her clit. As I did so, she pressed herself down on the ring and gyrated her hips, pushing her labia past my teeth in a way that was obviously giving her pleasure. The power she produced was too much for my tongue, which was forced to retreat back into my mouth. It was giving me a strong taste that was added to by the moistness of her sex as her excitement rose. I did my best to tongue her, but her pressure and my inability to breathe overcame my attempts. I think she realized my breathing problem because although she had no desire to move from my mouth, I think she was trying to give my nose and opportunity to breathe. If I didn't immediately respond with my tongue - as far as I was able - my nose was out of action again. She was getting off on this so much again. Although I was chained and helpless, her excitement was infectious - in a good way and a bad way. The good way was that I found myself responding to her actions by wanting to act too, so my tongue did it's very best to excite her more. The bad way was that another part of my body was reacting too. My cock was trying to move although it was tightly held and cathetered. It couldn't. Which was painful. As the days went by, my sexual excitement had been rising, it seemed the more Miss Allie dominated me. But would she let me cum? I had no way of even asking. She ground on and was clearly having a great time. I could tell this from the fluid she was secreting and I was swallowing, but not from anything else as my other senses were controlled by her. The orgasm sounds were probably echoed in the room. After a while - maybe 3 or 4 orgasms later, she eased off, leaving me trying to regain my breath. She left my ears going and my cock still kept straining. She must have gone for a few minutes. The next thing I knew was her body straddling mine again and something being pushed into my nose. She didn't speak, but I could feel tubes being pushed right up each nostril. They felt as if they were going off to the side and I realized she was making sure I got enough air. At least, I hoped that is what she was going to give me. While I was still thinking, she clamped a penis into the ring in my mouth. This one felt different; it was just as long and maybe a bit thicker, but the real difference came when she lowered her body onto my face again and I felt a twitch in it. This must have been a double penis - or a dildo, I guess - which clipped into my mouth and gave her a cock to ride. So the harness for the dildo was my mouth ring. She started bucking and riding straightaway, no longer needing my tongue to help her. All I could feel - apart from the orgasms in my ears - was the movement of my end of the dildo in my mouth. It must have been connected internally, because every time she rode, the penis in my mouth swelled and bucked too. I couldn't move - my mouth was again taken over by her sex, just in a different way. She rode and rode for what seemed like hours. I couldn't believe she could keep going. Eventually, she subsided, climbing off and disappearing from my senses for a few minutes. The only other thing I knew was that the penis in my mouth was filling with liquid, and began to drip. I waited to see what she would do next. What would she say? What was she going to do? The answer is - nothing. She must have gone back to her room and left me chained, with a double-ended dildo in my mouth, blackened eye goggles and ears full of orgasms. My cock was still begging for release, but I couldn't tell her. I swallowed every so often as the liquid dripped into my mouth from the penis. I was relieved that it seemed to be water - at least, that is what it tasted like. The night was long - I guess it must have been pretty early when she left me - I had no way of telling - but it was the next morning before I heard a voice in my ears. I guess it woke me up and at least made a break from the sex noises. As I came to, my cock was still hard as it had been all thru, although at least I must have finished the water. "Wake up, Tina, my girl," Miss Allie's voice said sweetly, "Sleep is time wasted - we have new things to learn today!"