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As he kneels there stunned, she stands telling him that she will be right
back. He is momentarily mesmerized by her as she walks away.
From the black patent 5 inch heels with the red soles, to the sheer back
seam stockings, the form fitting pencil skirt that ends just below the knee,
the white blouse with the wide belt, accentuated by the corseted waist
beneath, he realizes that she's never looked sexier. She rounds the corner,
out of sight and he snaps out of it. Again he tries to wrap his mind around
what she just told him. He wonders if he hears her right, that she intends
to do this for at least 5 years....
She rounds the corner again and kneels directly in front of him, setting the
posture collar in her hands next to her. Pulling a necklace with a single
key over her head she leans forward to open the lock on his collar, in the
process giving him a look down her blouse at her cleavage, trimmed in lace.
He also gets a healthy wiff of exspensive perfume. Setting the collar she
just removed aside she holds the one she brought before her in her perfectly
manicured nails. She tells him that in case he didn't recognise it, that
this is the voice control collar. The one that delivers a shock to the
wearer on any attempt to speak. She slips it around his neck, buckles it
securely and reinstalls the padlock.
She stands announcing that they are going to take a little trip to the club
and she doesn't want him to stand out with that ballgag, but she also
doesn't want to hear any crap from him either. However, before that she has
a small demonstration for him. As she releases the rope from his ankles to
gag harness as well as the belts around his elbows and thighs, she explains.
"Well as you know we removed that nasty remote vibrator from you the last
time you were under. However, just in case you had any silly ideas about
running off, we added something else. It's similar to a pacemaker. Very
small and implanted at the base of your spine. However this is no pacemaker.
What this does is send a series of quick pulses to interfere with nerve
functions, again, just like a pacemaker. As a matter of fact it's made from
one. Although the activation of this is quite different. Similar to an
electric fence, except instead of reacting to a signal, this looks for an
absense of signal. It searches for the signal every couple seconds and if it
doesn't find it it sends out a warning pulse for approximatley 5 seconds.
After that it sends out the full pulse until it finds the signal again.
There is a transponder here as well as at the club." She holds up her hand
showing him a silver bracelet on her left wrist.
"I also have a portable one for transportation. This one sends out the same
signal, but with only a 50 foot range. Now just in case you decide to take
this bracelet from me, whenever it's opened at the clasp, it turns off and
doesn't reset for an hour."
She has him lay on his side, then grabbing a towel she raises his petticoat
and slips it between his legs. Then folding a washcloth she tells him to
open before pushing it into his mouth saying "Here, bite down on this. I've
never seen this activated so i'm not sure what to expect. As a matter of
fact we should probably take that collar off of you." She unlocks the
collar, warning him that she doesn't want to hear anything out of him,
before taking it off.
Stepping back away from him she pulls out a key fob and tells him that it's
designed to block the signal when pressed. She presses the button and for a
second or two he feels nothing. Then a growing tingle in his spine that
quickly builds to the worst case of "heebeegees" he's ever felt. It makes
him squirm for a few seconds then abruptly stops before going full power.
Suddenly it feels like his spine is being ripped from his body. All of his
muscles tense as he pulls at his bound wrists, snot flies from his nose and
he loses control of his bladder. He can't even breathe as he convulses on
the floor. she releases the button and he goes limp.
She was actually taken aback by what she had seen and almost feels sorry for
him, then she reminds herself of when came at her and what could have
happened had she not been ready. Although she realises things have gone
further than she had originally planned. She had planned on instilling fear
in him through her various bluffs, then enjoying the help for maybe 6 months
to a year, even though she led him to believe it would be much longer. She
had done that to appear generous, so that he would be thankful and grateful
when she released him. But then their benefactor came along and there's
really no way she can pass up what he had offered her, besides, she reasons
with herself that it was his choices that led him here.
He lies there curled in a fetal position on the floor weeping. He can't seem
to think straight, but slowly comes to and begins to wonder why he's crying
and where he is. She removes the wet towel from between his legs, re-
installs the collar and allows him to recover from the effects of the shock.
She sits on the couch, crosses her legs and ponders his situation and what
must be going through his mind right now. When he recovers sufficiently she
calls him to her. Between his shaky legs, the six inch heels, the
restrictive corset and wrists that are still cuffed to his waist he can't
manage to get to his feet. She tells him to crawl and the sight of him
struggling to her, the streaked tears and the look of utter helplessness on
his face starts to excite her. She points to a spot on the floor directly in
front of her and he manuevers himself there. She slowly uncrosses then
crosses crosses her legs, being sure to give him a peek of the top of her
stockings, then dangles the 5 inch heel at the end of her toes.
"I think you'll agree, that was most unpleasant. However, there's no reason
for you to ever have to feel that again. It's quite simple really. The
signal travels far enough so that there's no place in this house the signal
doesn't reach. Same goes for the club. Which means if your not here or at
the club, you're within 50 feet of me." She uncrosses her legs and leans
forward clipping a short chain leash to his collar.
"Now i don't know what you have running through that little head of yours"
She hikes her skirt up as she slips the other end of the leash under her and
pulls his face forward into her. She was already on the edge and she
finished quickly grabbing him by the back of the head and grinding his face
and her as she came.
Leaning back on the couch as she finally lets the leash go slack, she
realizes that her bladder is full. Looking at his tear streaked face, she
can see how vulnerable he is and gets the idea to drive her point home. As
she stands she pushes back on both shoulders and with his hands still cuffed
to his waist, he lands on his back. Stepping over him and making him her
skirt she places her knees on either side of his head, corrections pinning
his shoulders. Through clenched teeth she tells him to "Open your fucking
mouth!" She grabs both sides of his head and presses him into the carpet.
Looking down at him she continues. "Now, you better understand that you're
my bitch. You're going to show me that now by not missing a single fucking
drop of what i'm about to give you." She raises her hips slightly and hooks
her pubic bone onto his lower jaw, then warns him one more time. "I
guarantee you that if you don't take every last drop, you're gonna be my
toilet for the next month, that's a promise."
She lets her bladder go, slowly at first and as the warm salty fluid fills
his mouth he realises how difficult it's going to be to swallow lying on his
back. As the fluid reaches his lips, all he can do is swallow in big gulps.
The warmth hits his stomache and he fights the urge to wretch.
He manages to take it all and when finished she says "What a good girl!" She
shifts herself forward on her knees and reminds him to dry her off with his
tongue before standing.
She then helps him to his feet before freeing his wrists from his waist. She
tells him to follow her so he can get cleaned up. She walks him to his room
and opens it for him. Once inside she unlocks the padlocks on his wrist and
ankle cuffs, collar, and waist belt then tells him that since they are
headed to the club, she is going to run out to the car and grab one of his
new work uniforms.
He strips down in a daze, being careful to hang, put away or place each item
in the clothes hamper. He's in the shower when she walks in carrying a
garment bag. Laying it down on his bed she tells him to meet her in the main
house when he's ready.
Stepping out of the shower he towels off and walks over to the garment bag
to take a look at his new "uniform". There is a leather underbust corset
with 8 garters. A pair of black latex stockings that seem to be reinforced
at the ankles where there is also a pair of steel "D" rings molded in. The
top half of the dress is styled like the classic maids uniform while the
bottom half is a tight pencil skirt that looks like it stops just above the
knees, on top of which is a short ruffled skirt that comes down to the top
of the thigh. All of it in black latex, trimmed in white latex. There's a
pair of shoulder length opera gloves that end beneath the sleeves of the
dress, also in black latex and also reinforced at the wrists with "D" rings,
just like the stockings. There's a pair of black patent oxfords with 6 inch
heels, no platform. There's a black latex posture collar, the kind that
flares out at the shoulders and beneath the chin. Finally there's a black
latex hood with eye, nose and mouth holes. From the top sprouts a jet black2
foot ponytail. There's also a container of baby powder, a tube labeled
"Latex Shine" and some sort of handle with a long wire hook which he's not
exactly sure what it's used for..
He's still in kind of a daze from the testing of the shock unit and he sits
on the edge of the bed with a sigh. He takes the opportunity totake a closer
look at the chastity device. All 4 of the piercings securing the cage seem
to end flush with the outside, and he can't even imagine how it's ever going
to come off. Looking around the room and at the outfit he wonders how the
hell he could get himself into this situation. The thought creeps in on him
that there may be no way out of this. He's snapped out of it by a voice over
the intercom saying "Chop Chop, lets go!".
He pulls out the make-up sheet and does his lips and eyes as described,
including the false eyelashes. He slips into the corset and struggles to get
it closed to within an inch, knowing he will be punished if he doesn't. This
corset must be smaller than normal because he finds he has to hook the ends
over the post on his bed and pull with all his weight to get in there. He's
reduced to shallow breaths and he feels like his ribs are going to snap. He
powders the insides of the stockings, gloves and dress and squeeses himself
into them. Now he has to somehow close the zipper in the back of the dress,
and he could barely get into it with it open. He gets it to the small of his
back, but no more. Then it dawns on him what the hook is for. Attaching it
to the zipper, he reaches over his shoulder and pulls the handle up with the
zipper. With a little effort he pulls it all the way up to the back of the
dresses high colar, that encircles his neck. Grabbing the hood he struggles
to get it on and in place. When he does he can see the neck of the hood
overlaps the dresses collar.
Then over them both will go the posture collar. Turning it in his hands he
can see that it also zippers in back, which means no adjusting it. And at
the top he can see the loop on the zipper lines up with 2 steel loops at the
top so it can padlock in place. Once that's locked he can't remove the
collar, and if he can't remove the collar, he can't remove the hood, which
means he can't remove the dress....
Looking down at the heels he realises he had better get them on before the
collar or he may not be able to reach them. Even without the collar it's a
struggle to tie them and get the laces straight. Finished, he stands and
looking over in the mirror he's amazed at how high they are. He could never
even stand straight in shoes like this before, yet alone walk in them.
He grabs the latex polish and the sponge applicator and begins to shine his
outfit as he checks himself in the mirror. Between the sensation of his own
touch, and how he looks in the mirror, his sex begins to betray him. As it
stirs he can feel the constriction of the chastity, which quickly becomes
quite painful, which in turn causes it to subside.
Finished polishing, he checks the garment bag for any other items. All he
finds is a single padlock, which must be for the posture collar. Slipping
the collar around his neck and over his shoulders, he can feel it press up
under his jawline as it pushes down on his shoulders. More and more so as he
closes the zipper. When done he steels himself before slipping the lock
into place and closing it with a click that seems to echo.
He checks himself one last time then begins to make his way to the main
house. Between the hobble skirt and heels he's reduced to fairly short
steps, combined with the posture collar preventing him from looking down, he
has to walk most carefully. He makes his way down the hallway and into the
kitchen. As he enters he see's her sitting on a stool at the counter and
stops. She motions him forward with a finger, then to turn full circle.
By the time she's back in his field of vision, she's off the stool and
walking towards him, leash in hand. Clipping it to the d ring on the front
of the collar she turns and heads to the front door. It's only a few steps
before the leash is drawn tight. She turns with a frown on her face, then
see's his situation, smiles, and walks a bit slower.
They step out of the front door and approach her car, which he notices is
now a Mercedes with dark tinted windows on three sides. She leads him to the
passenger side and helps him in, then they head off. As they head down the
wooded drive he tries to judge the distance. All he has is the clock to go
by, and they reach the gate in a little more than 5 minutes. As she punches
in the code to open the gate, he does the quick math. If she was driving 30
mph, that's 2-1/2 miles, but it seemed like she was going faster, which
makes it even further. Then after the gate it's at least another 2 miles. He
lets out a sigh.
They pull out onto the main highway and she says to him "I want to make
something perfectly clear to you. I want you to just listen, not talk. I
realise your submission has taken an unexpected turn. It's not what i
expected either, but i'm not going to let you fuck this up for me. I mean,
look at this car i'm driving. It costs more than my house. I run and manage
the club, have a beautiful apartment there and in 5 years the ownership
transfers to me. I have almost no expenses and get a $5,000 spending money
stipend and a $5,000 wardrobe stipend every month. Yeah, make no mistake,
I'de cut your balls off tomorrow if i had to to keep this thing going."
They drive in silence for a bit then she adds "You should know, i'm planning
on giving you 15% of anything i get from the prenup, so you're not pennyless
when you're released." He thinks to himself that it's not worth 10 times
that.
They pull up behind the club and he can see have changed, even in the back.
There's now a garage door where a brick wall used to be. She presses a
button on the visor and the door opens. Driving in, she closes the door
behind them, gets out and helps him out of the passenger seat. He finds
himself standing in a one car garage and can hear the music from the club.
There's a single door and next to it is a stairway leading up.
She clips the leash to his collar and heads through the door. He recognises
the room as the small storage room behind the bar. She continues to pull him
forward through the swinging door and into the bar area. exiting the side,
he's led across the club. There's maybe 2 dozen patrons there and he can see
them focus on him. On the opposite side of the club there's a door marked
"office" and he's led through it.
She walks over to the desk in the corner of the room, then before sitting
she points to the floor next to the desk and says "Kneel." She picks up the
phone, dials a number and asks for someone named Lynn to come to the office.
She walks around him and to the front of the desk and sits on the edge.
Just then Lynn walks in. She's wearing 4 inch pumps, fishnets, a knee length
leather skirt, A white blouse, leather vest and waist cincher. Except he can
tell by the hands, the muscular legs and the jawline that she is a he. Not
necessarily a drag queen, but very well made up.
They greet each other and then both turn to face him. She explains. "Sissy,
this is Lynn. She is your personal handler when you're working in the club.
You will obey her as you would me. She is the lead bartender here and
general manager. She has also been tasked with a special request by our
benefactor. Do you see the stocks in the corner of the room?"
He nods yes."Well those are for a particular purpose..."
Just then Lynn interrupts. "why don't we just show her?" She agree's and
Lynn loops a finger into the d ring on his collar and drags him to the stock
on his knees. He's told to stay on his knees and face her. It's a padded
stock with one hole for the neck and two for the wrists. Chains at all 4
corners leading up and 2 in the center sides leading down. He's told to slip
his head and wrists in and as Lynn closes the stock on him, she approaches.
She points out cameras above and off to one side. She informs him that these
stream video to our benefactors laptop as well as record. Then Lynn chimes
in." And it's my responsibility to find as many cocks as i can to stuff down
your throat!"
With that she grabs the sides of the stock. There's a rocker switch on
either side of the stock and when she moves one, the stock lowers and
raises. With the other the stock tilts back and forth. As she manipulates
the stock he can see her getting hard beneath her skirt.
She manipulates the stock so that his mouth is at the correct height, then
drops her skirt and pulls out her 8 inch cock. She tells him to open up and
he looks apprehensivley over at his mistress. Suddenly he's slapped so hard
by Lynn that he's seeing stars.
Lynn looks down at him and says through clenched teeth "Don't ever make me
ask you twice. Now open up, Bitch!"
As soon as he opens his lips she impales his face with her cock. Grabbing
the sides of the stock again she starts grinding into him, fucking his
throat. He gags from the violation, but she pays it no mind. It just keeps
bumping the back of his throat, then slipping past it into his throat before
being withdrawn. He finds he has to time his breaths.
He hears his Mistress ask Lynn how it's going lining them up. Continuing to
pound his face as if it's nothing she tells her that so far she has 3 of the
regulars down for every day, 2 for at least 3 days a week, 3 for twice a
week and another 4 for once a week. She says that comes out to almost 150 a
month, but hitting 200 a month should be no problem.
He can feel her start to grow in his mouth as she speeds up the strokes. She
looks down at him and says "You hear that bitch? 200 cocks a month to feed
you. Hows about that?".
Then he feels her start to spasm as she moves her hands to the back of his
head. He feels her warmth hit the back of his throat . He starts to struggle
for breath as she finishes and starts to release her grip. He coughs and
sputters as she withdraws. She leaves the head dangling just in front of his
lips as she gives him a moment to recover, then tells him to give it a kiss.
He looks up at her, not quite understanding. Then realises what she said
just as she raises her hand to slap him again. He flinches, then kisses the
head of her penis.
He feels like he's going to be sick. Lynn steps aside to speak with his
mistress, but he doesn't hear what they're saying. He's transfixed on the
sight of himself in the mirror on the oposite wall. He thinks about the
gravity of his situation and what Lynn had said. Tears well up in his eyes.
He starts to sob and they both take notice.
His mistress tells him that it's o.k., and to just let it out. Lynn chimes
in telling him that he should let it out now, because he's not going to do
that in front of any customers. He doesn't have to smile, but he is not
going to be pulling this shit when he's around them.
His Mistress walks up to him and wipes away the tears and says "Yes, cry if
you need to, but know this. It changes nothing. You better come to terms
with this, or things are going to become very difficult for you." as she
unlocks the stock.
She walks back to the desk and leans on it next to Lynn. She points to the
floor in front of them telling him to kneel.
And there he kneels before the both of them as they give him the rundown on
his place in the club.
They explain that the club is open 6 days a week, tuesday through sunday
from 6:00 p.m. until 2:00 a.m. and he will be working from 5:00 p.m. until
3:00a.m. He will be responsible for opening prep, then waitress until 2:00
a.m., then clean-up until 3:00 a.m. Then in bed by 3:30 a.m. and up and
ready to serve by 9:00 a.m. From 9:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. he will be
serving her upstairs.
His Mistress explains that our benefactor still wants to see him abused
while he's out of town, and that's what the camera's and stock is about, and
he's set a goal of him servicing 200 customers a month. Also if any
customers express interest in him while waitressing, he is to refer them to
Lynn.
Of course you will be held to the same high standards as always and he
shouldn't expect any leniencey from Lynn. As long as lynn makes her goal of
200 serviced cocks, she gets a $10.00 monthly bonus for each, not to mention
any tips you might make.
Then Lynn chimes in warning him that if she gets any complaints about him
using his teeth, They will all be pulled. Then Lynn turns to his mistress
and asks if she has shown him the new punishment chamber downstairs.
Mistress says there's no better time than now and orders him to his feet.
She clips the leash to his collar as Lynn walks across the room and opens a
door on the opposite side. There's stairs that he has to navigaye and it
takes him some time. At the bottom they are standing in the basement store
room.
He's led to a large metal cylinder along one wall. Lynn walks ahead and
grabbing the handles on the front, pulls them apart and the cylinder opens
up like a clam shell. Inside he can see a sturdy chair bolted to the floor.
Above it hangs a rubber mask that hangs from a pipe, which continues up to
the ceiling and beyond. Lynn explains that the mask seals around the neck.
There's a clear face shield and two nostril tubes but is otherwise air
tight. The pipe above leads to a series of valves, each one connected to one
of the urinals in the mens room. Of course we would shut the water off and
fill the urinals with ice. If whoever is strapped into the chair doesn't
drink everything that comes down the pipe, it starts to fill the mask
completely, then backs up the pipe. Not to worry though, there's a 5 gallon
holding tank up there, and once those valve are open, theres only one way
these pipes are getting emptied.
Lynn steps over to him and leans in close and says to him through clenched
teeth that if he fucks up, he spends a couple hours in the chair with one of
the valves open. If he really fucks up, he'll spend the entire shift in the
chair with all 5 valves open. The thought turns his stomach.
He feels a tug at his leash and is led back upthe stairs into the office.
His Mistress dismisses Lynn then walks him over to what look like two framed
mirrors set into the wall. She punches a number into the keypad on the wall
next to them and they open to reveal an elevator. Stepping inside he can see
no buttons for floor selection. They simply wait until the doors close and
moments later they open to the entryway of a beautiful loft apartment.
She gives him a quick tour. Upstairs is the master bedroom and bath which
overlooks the living and dining area below. Beneath the loft is the kitchen,
downstairs bath and guest room and bath, which is where he will be staying.
She leads him into the guest room and although sparse, he can see the bed
has the same foot restraints and night corset set-up. Looking into the
bathroom there's the same auto-bidet.
She explains that his upstairs uniform is a bit different from downstairs as
she opens the closet door. He can see 4 identical uniforms, 2 blonde wigs, 2
corsets, 2 full petticoats, a small dresser and a couple pairs of heels. She
continues that although different from downstairs, it will be the dame every
day.
Brocade corset with 8 garters, ruffled panties, silk backseam stockings,
full white petticoat and maids uniform just above the knees. Black 6-1/2
inch sandals with 1/2 inch platform and white lace ankle straps that tie in
a bow up front. That means toes will be properly pedicured and painted,
french tips, which means his hands must match. There's a sheet in the
dresser about how his make-up is to be done. Topped off by a blonde wig,
apron and cap.
She picks up a colar off the top of the dresser and rolls it around in her
hands. This is to be the collar he is to wear whenever upstairs. It's no
different than the speech restriction collar, and shocks the same, except
this one has a simple remote with a single button that when held down,
temporarily disables it.
She looks up at the clock and says "But enough about that for now. Would you
look at the time!" She walks over and grabs his leash again. Leading him
back to the elevator she says "You're alreasy late! God thing we got you
dressed already." Tapping numbers into the keypad, the doors open. She walks
him into the elevator. Then dropping his leash she wishes him a good day as
she steps out and the doors close behind her.
Seconds later the door opens and there stands Lynn, hands on hips.
"You're late!" she says...................
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