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This won't make much sense if you haven't read Unexpected Consequences and the previous chapters of Neighbours. To those of you who have enjoyed my stories and know this plot: read on and enjoy! "So where are we going for this holiday, Darling?" I asked Claire. She shifted slightly in her seat, her yellow cotton skirt riding up her thighs a little further as she did so. She smiled at my question, checked the rear-view mirror again then swung her eyes towards me in the passenger seat. I could see well enough the mischievous glint in her eyes through the sunglasses she wore. "You'll find out when we get there, Diane," she answered. "I will tell you that this is going to be a very special couple of weeks with chances for us both to try lots of new things. Now, just be patient and hold off your curiosity." She turned her eyes back to the road and increased speed a tad whilst I made creaking sounds as I moved my latex skirted bottom over the leather of the seat. She'd sprung the surprise on me immediately after breakfast this Saturday morning. Oh, I knew we were going on a fortnight's holiday as I'd had to arrange for Carol and Brit to take over running the business but Claire had steadfastly refused to tell me anything about it. Once the breakfast things were cleared away she took me into our bedroom and told me to strip. When I was naked apart from my latex training corset and stockings she stopped me. Taking something from the top drawer of her dresser she threw the small black bundle to me. As I caught it she told me to put it on. It was a panty-girdle but made out of thick black rubber. I sat on the edge of the bed to slip my stockinged feet into it then stood to stretch the strong latex up my legs and over my hips, pausing to tuck my genitals down and back. The fit was tight but comfortable and the panty was polished to the same shine as my corset. "I think you'll like this too, Honey," Claire said with a smile as she passed me another black rubber item. It was a bra with full cups but no back fastening. "You'll need to put it on over your head." She watched as I did so, slipping my arms through the straps and wriggling it over my shoulders and chest then stretching the front so I could settle my breasts into the cool latex cups. That's when I saw the cut-outs that let my nipples protrude at the tips! Claire straightened the latex across my back and untwisted one of the shoulder straps before reaching around me with both hands to lightly circle her palms over my exposed nipples which immediately hardened into bullets. She giggled at this result then strode over to her closet while I told her she was a wicked tease. Into my view she brought a pink, long-sleeved blouse with a full collared neck and front clip-fastenings. This was made out of very fine latex that had a satin-like shine. It was already unfastened so I turned and slid my arms into the very full sleeves and Claire lifted it onto my shoulders. I pressed the clips together up the front but left the top three undone, as I glanced at my reflection in the wardrobe's full- length mirror. The cerise-pink blouse was very close-fitting at the waist and just tight enough over the bust that my still-erect nipples showed as points that couldn't be missed. The voluminous sleeves ended in cuffs that had enough stretch for my hands to slide through easily. It was obviously made just for me. "Darling Claire, this is beautiful," I gushed. "Where did you get it?" "From Sue, of course. She has all your measurements. Seems she doesn't do too much latex wear anymore but she said she is happy to make the occasional clothes for us," she replied as she also cast a critical eye over the fit before turning to her closet again. This time she brought out a skirt in gun-metal grey rubber that had a slight shine to it, like the blouse. She held the waist open for me and, with a hand on her shoulder to steady myself, I stepped into it. Claire stretched and tugged the close-fitting waist over my hips and into place then let the rest of the skirt fall to just below my knees. In the mirror I saw that it clung tightly to my waist and hips then, as Claire pulled down a zipper at the back, also tightened over my thighs and knees into a hobble-skirt! I knew it would be very restrictive - but it looked and felt as sexy as Hell! "Obviously Sue has been busy!" I said to Claire who grinned at my reflection and stroked her hands over my bust and down across the tight rubber over my stomach and hips. The outfit was designed to expressly show off my corseted curves and I loved it! Claire went to my closet and returned holding my pink ankle boots with the 4 ?" steel stiletto heels. She unzipped them as I sat on the edge of the bed once more, then pushed my feet into the patent leather. Once they were zipped into place I stood again to look into the mirror and loved the final effect. I threw my arms around my wonderful wife and pulled her into a very close hug. "Thank you, darling Claire," I squeaked into her ear. "It looks and feels fantastic!" Extracting herself from my embrace, she told me "That outfit is not for the office, Honey! In fact it is for you to wear on our holiday so grab your handbag because we're leaving right now." I was momentarily stunned, then blurted out "Already? But I haven't packed or......" Claire interrupted me with "I've packed everything you'll need, Diane; it's already in the car." She was dressed in a light blouse and skirt of white and yellow cotton with yellow flats on her feet. We couldn't have been dressed more oppositely but, when I went to comment, was cut off with a command to "Off to the garage, now, Diane!" in a tone that brooked no argument. So, and hour and a half later, here I sat wondering what on earth sort of vacation was it likely to be that required - or even tolerated - an outfit as blatantly sexy as what I was wearing. Fortunately the air-con was doing its job so I wasn't too hot or uncomfortable inside my latex clothing. My sideways glance at Claire showed the slight smile still on her face and I knew she was loving my confusion and curiosity, keeping me enough out of control to be edgy. I was surprised when, on a tree-lined country road, Claire slowed down then reached for and pressed a remote device to open a pair of enormous wrought-iron gates before swinging into a long private driveway. As we crunched over the gravel a large, two-story house came into view and I suddenly realised where we were, for I'd brought Claire here a couple of years ago for a cocktail party to celebrate a new take-over by Tanya Darlington's group. "This is Tanya's mansion!" I blurted out. "What are we doing here?" Claire grinned at me. "We are house-sitting and looking after their two dogs while they are overseas, Honey. Don't worry; it is going to be a great time for you and me." She drove the car into an attached garage, the nearest one of four to the house on the edge of the gravelled circle. I guessed the huge structure had about ten bedrooms and I suppose the same number of living rooms. As the automatic door closed behind us, Claire stepped out of the car and switched on lights in the garage. "Get the cases from the car, Honey," I was told as she stood on the step before the door into the house and inserted a key. Moments later, carrying the two cases, I followed Claire into a large hallway, my stilettos clicking on the polished stone tiles. A door at the end revealed a carpeted room featuring a double stairway going up to a large landing and I followed my wife as she ascended. My latex skirt wasn't made for such exercise so each stair I took required much more than normal effort. At the top we entered another hallway, richly carpeted, with half a dozen doors on each side and framed oil-paintings interspersed between. Claire entered the second door on the right and I followed. Inside was a huge bedroom featuring an immense but genuine four-poster bed with canopy. Four easy chairs and a couple of tables were spaced about the room. To the right were several sets of drawers in beautiful dark wood with two matching massive wardrobes. On the left was an open door revealing a very spacious bathroom with gold and white tiles and matching fittings. I placed our cases on top of one of the drawer units and would have opened them but they were locked. Claire took my hand in hers and squeezed. "Isn't it lovely, Honey?" she asked and without waiting for my response, added "Let's go down to the kitchen and get some coffee." As she led the way I wondered how she knew the lay-out so well and why we'd been picked to house-sit for Tanya and her husband Ben - or Helen as he also liked to be called. When I verbalised my thoughts Claire smiled and told me "You'll see, Honey. All will be clear in time!" That told me nothing. We'd entered the huge kitchen and I was told to sit on one of the stools while Claire switched on the coffee machine that was filled and waiting. Two mugs sat on the shelf in front of it. Unlocking the door to the gardens, Claire let in two beautiful Labradors with black, lustrous coats. Tails wagging they sniffed and greeted her then me, receiving a pat and a rub from both of us. Content with our presence they wandered, still wagging, back out into the huge grounds revealed by the open door. While she was pouring the coffee I looked around the kitchen that contained every appliance imaginable and a door in another wall was obviously the entry to a huge cold-room. Claire sat adjacent to me at the corner counter-top - the huge oak kitchen table seemed almost too daunting for just the two of us - and rested her hand on mine. "We have two weeks out here in the country, Diane, two weeks of just you and me - apart from Monday, Wednesday and Friday when the cleaning and gardening staff are here for most of the day, but they won't disturb us. There are many features in this wonderful mansion that will keep us amused and after coffee we'll do some exploring." Mulling over her words I followed her example and ate one of the lovely fresh muffins she'd served with the coffee. "I hope we won't get bored, Claire," I voiced, which brought forth a snigger from my wife. "Yes and no, my sexy slut. There is likely to be lots of boring! You seriously need a break from working and so do I, Diane. However I have planned lots of ideas that I know you will find exciting. Now, finish your snack and we'll have a look around." When our mugs and plates were placed by one of several sinks we ventured off, hand in hand through the lower floor to find a beautiful snug library come study, a huge formal lounge and an informal smaller one leading off it, a dining room with a table and chairs for at least twenty people and a games room with snooker table and a large bar and sitting area. Whilst the mansion was at least a hundred years old, everything had been modernised with an eye for comfortable living rather than show. It all felt welcoming rather than daunting - it may be huge but it all felt like somebody's 'lived-in' home and I chalked up another success for Tanya. The view through the various windows showed a pool with changing rooms and several other outbuildings visible through the trees beyond expansive well-kept lawns. We made our way up the stairway once more and found that, in addition to the twelve guest bedrooms, there was the master-bedroom, another lounge area and several storage rooms. Adjacent to the master bedroom was a beautifully appointed home theatre with a massive screen and impressive sound system and seating for over a dozen people. Everything said that money was no object and never had been. Claire lead us back to our room where she told me to get undressed out of my 'travelling outfit' while she took the smaller of the two cases, left our suite and closed the door behind her, saying she'd be back soon. I struggled to stretch the waist of my skirt down over my hips, being rewarded by cool air on my slightly damp thighs above my stocking tops. I unzipped and kicked off my pink boots, wriggling my toes from their high-heeled position. They might not be the best footwear medically but I loved my heels and they made me feel so feminine and sexy. Removing my gorgeous blouse let the same cool air caress my naked shoulders and I breathed in the heavenly aroma of latex that wafted up from the garment as I placed it with my skirt. I padded into the bathroom and tugged and rolled down my latex panty to free my penis then sat on the toilet pan to relieve my bladder. After flushing I stepped out of the panty, rinsed my hands then strode back into the bedroom where I removed my stockings and bra. I was struggling to get the latter over my head and arms when the door opened and Claire re-entered our room. This was a totally different Claire! Gone were the cotton skirt and blouse and gone were the flats. She stood atop black patent, laced, knee-high boots with 5" stilettos. Above her bare knees was a tight black latex skirt that descended to mere inches below her crotch. Her waist was cinched in by a patent black corset, its top just concealed by a cropped latex blouse with long sleeves and a front wide enough to show her beautiful and bountiful cleavage. Her long, light-brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her make-up had been re-done with heavy mascara and eyeliner that made her blue-grey eyes seem huge and compelling. A shiny bright red lipstick made her mouth look so inviting. Her fingernails sported a matching enamel. She looked stunning and regal but with a dangerous edge! She stood just inside the room and, instead of her usual smile, her haughty demeanour watched my jaw drop at the commanding presence she evinced. Time seemed to stand still - but finally she spoke. In very stern tones she informed me "For the next two weeks, Slut, you will address me as 'Mistress Claire' and you will obey my every word. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress Claire," I hurriedly replied. "Well get your arm out of that bra, quickly now. I have things to show you." I finally managed to get my arms out of the straps and laid the bra with the other clothes I'd removed. I watched Claire unlock the large suitcase, her body blocking my view of its contents but I saw her hand reach in for something. Whatever it was remained out of sight behind her back as she turned to me and ordered me down onto my knees. Fortunately the thick carpet was delightfully soft. Her hand came from behind to reveal a hinged but otherwise rigid steel collar with an open, tiny padlock hanging from one end. "This is a slave-collar and I want you to wear it the whole time we are here. Once I lock it around your neck it stays there. Do you accept your slavery to me, Diane?" I looked at the collar, made from ?" round stainless steel. At the front, from the hinge section, hung a steel ring. I had no hesitation in saying, "Please, Mistress Claire, put the collar round my neck and let me be your slave." She exhaled and I realised she'd been holding her breath in case I refused. My wife loved me so much - and certainly enough to let me ensnare myself into her games. She placed the collar around my neck and my stomach twitched at the symbolism as I heard the click of the lock closing. I realised that I hadn't even seen a key to that lock or even knew where one was likely to be. "Stand, now, Slave," she ordered and I did so. Claire undid the panel covering the lacing at the back of my corset then the knot of the lacing itself. "I'm going to fully tighten your corset, Slut. I know it will feel a bit uncomfortable at first but you'll handle it." With that she began to remove the final gap in the corset at the back and, whilst there was only maybe half an inch of gap it added considerably to the constant squeeze my waist had been under. But part of me was delighted and proud that this was the final tightness - when I had first worn it Sue had left a two inch gap! Once the corset was fully tightened and the lacing firmly knotted, Claire drew down the zip to cover the lacing. She showed me another tiny padlock and moments later there was another click behind me. "You are now sealed in your corset, sweet Slut. And it stays on like the collar. You can bathe in it - rubber is waterproof!" Now this was a different ball-game. Claire came to stand in front of me with a fold of black latex in her hand. She opened it out to reveal a circular skirt - I think they are known as Skater's Skirts - and she bent down to hold the waist open for me to step into it. She stretched it up to my waist and the fine latex hung in beautiful folds over my hips, just covering my genitals. Another trip to the suitcase brought forth a pair of black patent knee- high boots similar to those Claire was wearing............ but these had stilettos that were a staggering 6" tall! I sat on the edge of a chair and put them on as ordered. Whilst I was confident - and comfortable - in 5" heels that extra inch was scary. I could stand and walk but felt quite precarious. Feeling slightly wobbly atop those skyscrapers I watched as Claire strapped thick leather cuffs around each of my wrists and another pair about my booted ankles. Four more tiny padlocks told me that I was not going to be able to take them off. "This is how my slave will be dressed for the next two weeks," Claire said quietly as she finished closing the padlocks and drew my arms up to my new slave collar and fixed them to the ring at the front. Did I feel helpless? Oh yes! And, like many times with this new dominant Claire, I was uneasy and confused............ but never truly scared because I knew our mutual love would protect us. I was ordered back onto my knees and the next thing I saw was a thick white leather ball-like helmet in Claire's hands. "Don't be frightened, Slut," I was told. "This is a sensory deprivation helmet and you will wear it to learn total trust in me. Now keep still while I put it on you." I briefly saw the matching white leather of the inside of the helmet and the rubber tube at the mouth position as it was brought to my face then darkness enveloped me. The large tube in my mouth allowed me to breathe easily which was fortunate as I felt a zipper being tugged down at the back of my head to seal me inside the hood. Moments later the leather grew tighter all round as some form of lacing was pulled tight and the thick padding covered my ears and eyes cutting off all sound and light. The tugging started again and I felt a tightening from under my chin to over the crown of my head. That was followed by a tightening across my eyes and round the back of my head. A third tug around my neck occurred then...... unexpectedly, my hands were released from my slave collar. I could hear or see absolutely nothing and several minutes went by - let me tell you that without anything to measure it, time looses all meaning! I wasn't sure if I was alone or if Claire was still with me. After more time passed I reached up to feel the helmet and found my head was now several sizes bigger. Yes, my fingers found thick cord lacing down the back but also thick leather straps covering each end of the laces, the first from around my eyes and the lower around my neck. Both were held in place by buckles and more padlocks. My fingers found and traced another thick strap that went from under my chin to the crown of my head - also sealed with a padlock. Even with free hands there was no way to remove the helmet and without my senses to aid me there was nothing I could do. I realised I was TOTALLY dependent on my Mistress. I wondered whether to stand and try to find the bed or a chair but, with my new heels I was very hesitant. After an unknown time I got onto my hands and knees and crawled to where I thought the bed was situated and soon bumped into something hard and made of wood. I reasoned that it was one of the sets of drawers so I crawled off at an angle and was rewarded with the soft edge of the bed. I used it to steady myself as I stood then turned around to sit on its high top. And I waited, not knowing for what. o0o0o0o "Penny for your thoughts, Brit?" asked Zoe as she watched her husband straighten the hem of his dress over the legs that were tucked under him as he sat on the couch. He'd been quietly introspecting for the last half hour and she was concerned for him as she put away the last of the breakfast things. When he didn't respond she asked again, a little louder. He jerked and his head turned to face his stunning wife, his auburn locks swaying as he did so. "Sorry, Zoe! I was just mulling over a few ideas that Di and I had been discussing to grow the agency. Now I know what a wonderful base she has created I know I can contribute significantly for some very rapid growth so we create an even firmer financial base. We've been looking at what skills we want to add so we become the natural choice for consulting to the bigger companies. And with the help of Carol, who is really fantastic, we were wondering if we could become an 'all-girl' team as a novelty-factor." "Oh!" Zoe replied as she went to sit beside her mate. "From the way you shook your head a minute ago I wondered whether you were thinking about wearing the same sexy heels as Diane, again" "You know," he said with a smile on his pink lip-sticked mouth, "for a guy who's been a girl for less than a year I'm truly amazed at how she moves so incredibly well in such high heels. I confess...........I really am jealous. I'd love to have that poise and feminine confidence. And you'd be amazed at the stares he gets to his walk, legs and heels from the men - and women - when he's consulting." Zoe placed her hand on his exposed thigh and slid her fingertips gently under the hem of his dress and the lacy slip beneath, right up to the band of flesh above his stocking top. Knowing his mind had followed her fingers she asked, quietly "Would you like me to teach you how to handle very high heels, Darling? I know it is becoming almost a fetish with you." She added a laugh to lighten her comment but knew of her spouse's intense interest and love of stilettos, having been aware of his passion for her footwear from their very first date. Yet, despite all his running, his ankles seemed too weak to handle stilettos and wobbled sideways whenever he tried wearing them. He was fine with his wedges, even the 4" ones, which told Zoe that he had to learn to take most of his weight on his toes instead of his elevated heels. "Oh! Please, Zoe!" he gushed. He grasped her other hand and looked pleadingly into her vivid blue eyes. Now he was dressing and passing full time as Brit he wanted nothing less than full immersion into femininity. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips them whispered "Be careful of what you wish for, Darling! But if that's what you truly want, I might have a gift for you. Are you sure?" His eyes showed momentary confusion then cleared as he said, "Oh yes, Zoe. I'd love to manage sexy high stilettos like Diane!" Without a word - just a sexy smile - Zoe uncurled from the couch and left the room whilst Brit, with a confused look on his made-up face, watching her go. o0o0o0o The loudspeakers announcing "Boarding for flight......" brought Tanya out of the reverie of thought in which she had been wondering if Diane and Claire had made it to her home yet - and what they might be doing. Those thoughts had led her to wonder if she was still giving her husband Ben all he truly needed. Tanya made up her mind to use these two weeks of vacation to search deeply into Helen's mind and psyche to see what might be unfulfilled. When you truly love someone, she realised and understood yet again, helping them be everything they could and should be was the most important thing. Fantasies should not remain unfilled. o0o0o0o It was starting to feel like I'd been hooded for an hour when I felt a slight draught of air across my naked breasts. There was a slight tug on my slave collar and I reached up to feel a chain attached to the front ring. I prayed it was Claire on the other end of the chain who was pulling me onto my feet. The total silence was quite scary as was wobbling atop those super-high heels but at least I had my hands for balance. Another tug indicated I should follow so I tentatively took a short pace and another then continued. The tug changed direction and I thought we had left our room and were traversing the hallway. That seemed to be confirmed when a hand took my left upper arm and there was no floor under my right foot. I hesitantly lowered that foot until I found a lower footing. We were on the staircase, I was sure, so I stepped forward and lowered my left foot down onto the lower tread. We repeated it over and over - I was amazed there were that many steps for it hadn't seemed so many when we'd climbed them earlier. Unexpectedly my right foot grounded on the same level as my left and I realised we'd reached the bottom. The hand released my arm and the tug guided me off in a different direction. The flooring changed from soft carpeting to a harder surface which changed to an even harder one as we paused, I think, to pass through a doorway because the air was slightly cooler here. We walked for only a few paces and the hand grasped my arm again. It was no surprise that we descended twenty steps of stone or concrete. On the flat again we walked and changed direction several times until I was guided to turn around then gently pushed backwards until my thighs pressed into a cool, soft surface. I presumed it was a chair and, feeling with my hands, found hard loops of plastic forming the arms of the chair so I dutifully raised my bottom and sat in it although the seat below my bottom felt different. A tug on my left wrist cuff pulled my hand beyond the chair arm and downwards where it was anchored before my right arm was similarly secured. A strap around my waist trapped me into the chair. I certainly wasn't prepared for both my legs being lifted and held wide apart, and neither for straps being applied below my knees to hold each leg in place on the supports beneath. There was tugging and movement to my helmet and suddenly the pressure eased and finally the hood was pulled from my head. I squinted at the burst of light but, when I got used to it, found it was quite subdued lighting and standing before me, between my elevated wide-spread legs was Claire. She brushed my hair away from my face, smiled and said, "I bet that journey felt pretty scary, Diane, but you did well to trust me! We are now in a huge dungeon beneath the house and I'll tell you now that it has some amazing toys that you'll get to try in the coming days. Tanya has given us a free hand to play down here and she assured me that it is completely sound-proof so you can yell and scream as much as you like. It gives me the chance to try out lots of new things with you to find what works with my slutty girly-boy-toy and what doesn't. There are two rules for you to remember: you tell me 'yellow' if things get really scary and I'll slow down and 'red' if I must stop immediately. Will you remember those?" While she was speaking I'd glanced around me. I was strapped into a gyn/ob chair that seemed to be capable of all sorts of movements and it was the centre-piece in this white-tiled room. There was a sink with hospital-type taps, several steel cupboards and counters and various machines with dials and wires and tubes whose purpose I couldn't even guess. However, despite my exposed and stretched position, I smiled and answered, "Yes, Mistress Claire. Yellow means slow down and red means stop." "Good! What a clever slut. So let's begin with something new," she added as pulled on a pair of latex examination gloves. She turned to one of the cupboards and returned with a stiff rubber tube, about an inch in diameter and maybe eight long, that had swellings at one end and also just past the middle. Two smaller tubes were attached to one end. In her other hand was a screw-top pot. Claire pressed a foot switch beside me and the back of the chair reclined so I was midway between upright and laying flat. My head was level with my knees that were strapped firmly to the shaped supports, keeping them wide apart. Moments later her fingers held a clear, slippery jelly from the pot that she began rubbing around my bottom. A couple of times in the last few weeks Claire had pushed a finger inside me when we'd made love and I'd found it exciting. She did it again now, ensuring she pushed as much as she could of the lubricant inside me too. Soon her finger was sliding in and out of me with ease and she added a second and continued until she was sure I was well lubricated. Whilst it was far from unpleasant, my mind was in turmoil considering what might happen next. Claire picked up the semi-transparent tube, now also coated with the jelly and pushed the end inside me. It wasn't painful but it did feel strange to be penetrated like that. I strained my neck to watch her insert a rubber bulb into one of the small tubes and she squeezed it several times. I felt the end of the tube expanding inside me until I knew it was too big for me to expel. I was relieved when Claire stopped at that point and transferred the bulb to the other small tube. Several more squeezes and I realise the opening to my body was trapped between two inflated balloons. Next Claire wheeled over a small machine on a trolley and connected a short flexible pipe to the tube penetrating me. Two other hoses emerged from the other side of the machine and I also saw an electric lead which went below my limited view. Claire's hand went to the machine and it started humming. That was accompanied by a sudden flow of liquid into my bottom. My Mistress turned to me and told me "You are now going to experience several enemas, dear Slut. It is totally automatic and quite safe but will clean your inside perfectly so just lay back and enjoy the experience." I had no choice but to lay there but I couldn't relax and the pressure built in my stomach until the hum from the machine quietened a bit. Suddenly my stomach gurgled, the pressure reduced as the liquid penetrated deeper inside me and the hum grew louder and the pressure increased. Several cycles took place until I felt ready to burst. The hum stopped and I felt relief as the pressure diminished and I realise that the liquid was emptying from my body, helped by my stomach spasming several times. Relief was short lived for the humming started again and I began to fill up once more but it was easier this time and the pressure didn't reach the highs it had on the first time. The outflow, when it was allowed, was also easier and faster. By the time the third cycle had begun I had relaxed considerably. My growing peace crumbled when Claire appeared at my side holing two clear plastic domes which were hissing softly. There was a tube and a wire emerging from the tip of each dome and I wasn't too surprised when she placed a dome over each of my up-thrust breasts. The hissing must have been from a vacuum pump because each breast was sucked deep into the dome. I presume, again, that there must have been some sort of pressure control because the suction eased then increased and pulsed like this several times per minute. It was actually a very pleasant sensation until suddenly the suction increased to pull each breast fully into the domes where there were electrical contacts for there was an intense tingle in my nipples. It didn't hurt but it was a huge surprise. Several seconds passed then the vacuum reduced, the tingle stopped and the pulsing suction recommenced. A minute or so passed and then the same intense suction and tingle happened and died away. I lay there through several cycles of this intense breast-play then realised that the enemas were still happening inside me. Claire smiled at me and leaned down to kiss me deeply and I greedily kissed her back. "I'm glad you are enjoying your treatment so much, Slut," she said as our lips parted. There was a muted 'ding' from a bell and both the humming from the machine and the suction from the domes fell away. Claire removed the domes from my breasts then disconnected the tube from the machine. She fiddled with the smaller tubes and I felt both balloons deflate until she was able to withdraw the device from my anus. She released my legs from the stirrups and the back of the chair slowly pushed me upright. Once my wrists and waist were freed, with Claire's help I stood once more and, when she was sure I was as steady on my feet as the heels would allow, fastened a blindfold over my eyes. "Next surprise coming up, Slut. I hope you are ready for it," I was informed which set my imagination into high gear. A tug on my leash informed me I was to move. o0o0o0o The door opened and Zoe entered the room carrying a black cardboard box in both hands. Her face bore an impish smile as she crossed to where Brit still sat on the couch, his stockinged feet now resting on the thick carpet. He reflected that after years of marriage he still couldn't help ogling his wife's incredible figure inside its cover of white stretchy top and skin-tight blue jeans. Zoe perched on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, placed the box beside her and lifted his feet onto her lap. She opened the box and withdrew a strange looking item of footwear in black leather. She held it up momentarily for Brit to see then, as she inserted his foot into it, told him "These are called 'ballet boots' and they will help stretch your feet and teach you how to alter your weight distribution." Brit sat up and watched as the boot swallowed his foot and held it with his toes extended downwards. He watched Zoe tighten the laces over his down-curved instep and knotted them firmly a couple of inches above his ankle. She added a boot to his other foot as he gazed down towards his extended foot and took in the long and slender 7" heels that seemed way too close to the sole of the shoe. By bending his knee slightly he realised the very tips of the pointed toes had a tiny flat area to contact the ground. "They sure look super-sexy, don't they, Brit?" Asked Zoe as he watched her pull a wide flap of leather from the back of the left boot inside his leg, over the top of the lacing and over a hasp on the outside of his ankle. She repeated it on his right foot and reached into the box once more. Whilst he didn't see what she had in each hand, it registered in his mind with the clicks from the small padlocks she snapped in each hasp. "She's locked me into these boots!" his mind shouted loudly as he watched Zoe lift his booted feet and gently lower them to the floor. "Your problem, darling Brit, is that the male part of you is too lazy or too stubborn to persevere with stilettos. The whole art is to try to walk so that your toe touches the floor before or at the same time as the tip of your heel. You insist on trying to keep your man-gait so your heel touches first and your ankle goes into wobble-mode! And that's why you prefer wedges because they can handle the much less dainty stride and it is now probably the least feminine thing about you. And it doesn't look lady-like. Diane does so incredibly well because she takes much smaller steps and has learned to take most of her weight on the balls of her feet, that's why she has such an elegant poise and posture. It is the essence of femininity that you so envy. "These ballet boots," she continued, "will ensure that you learn very quickly to transfer your weight to the front of your foot. Oh, and by the way, I'm not unlocking them until bedtime! I suggest you get walking and practising today as much as you can and you will do the same tomorrow, dear Brit." She reached down behind the couch and brought out the two aluminium crutches she had bought from the thrift shops and handed them to him. "I'm sure you'll be needing these to start with but I'm not letting up on you until you can walk without them. Have fun, Sweetie!" She turned and went into the kitchen to do 'busy things' but also to where she could watch him. Brit sat forward and inelegantly shuffled his bum to the edge of the low couch, his dress and slip sliding high up his thighs and his knees splaying wide apart. He struggled to place the boot tips vertically beneath his knees then tried to stand, immediately falling back on the couch. After several failures he reached for the crutches, inserted his forearms through the loops and clutched the handle grips. He tried once more and, with four points of contact with the floor, managed to look like a drunken spider. Gradually he transferred more weight from his arms to his pointed toes until he was more or less upright, whilst in the kitchen Zoe silently cheered on his progress. With steps of no more than six inches he began to move about the room, feeling at the point of falling at any moment. He was vaguely surprised that instead of all his weight being on the tips of his toes, the boots were designed to transfer the load to the whole of his foot but, still, the downward curve to his feet did put a strain on unaccustomed muscles and tendons and he suffered some cramping in his calves and shins. With his runners determination he persevered and, after an hour, decided to go into the back yard where there was less likelihood of falling onto sharp furniture. He didn't spot his wife watching him from the kitchen window and silently marvelling at his speed of progress, albeit still with the crutches. o0o0o0o Claire raised my right foot over something then did the same with my left. She had me lean forward until I felt soft padding beneath my neck, just above my slave collar. She placed my right arm so it rested on similar cool padding, right behind the cuff locked on my wrist, then did the same with the left. The next thing I felt was something cool against the back of my neck and the top of my arms and I found my arms and head were trapped. Hands grasped my ankles and they were pulled about 18" apart before something wedged against the front of my booted shins. Pressure happened at the back of my lower legs and I found I couldn't lift or move my legs from their current position. I heard a familial sound and it took a moment to recognise it as that of a curtain being drawn. A short while later I felt a familiar pinch on my right nipple and waited for the other clamp to be applied to the left. Then each received a light tug and I realised weights had been added. The blindfold was removed from my head and I found myself staring down at a soft-tiled floor. In my peripheral vision I saw my hands protruding and trapped between the same two wooden boards that held my neck. Stocks , I realised, that's what held me captive! I took in the thick dark-wood post that supported the boards trapping my head and fore-limbs and held me rigid. A pair of black patent high heeled boots came into my view and I saw and felt Claire's hand lovingly stroke the side of my face. "I guess by now you know there is no escape, my wonderful slut. You are bound and exposed ready for whatever I might have in mind......... and there is nothing you can do to stop it! However, I really don't want you to miss any of the action so I'm going to let you watch!" The boots moved from view and minutes later two small flat screens were positioned on the floor beneath me. Slowly they brightened and the right hand one showed a side view of a girl in stocks with her legs trapped between two horizontal boards fixed across the wooden frame. I realised right away it was me and wriggled my bum in the air whilst I watched the same movement on the screen. That set the nipple clamps and weights swaying and I decided against further movement. The left hand screen showed a full-on rear view of my rounded cheeks partially covered by the Skater's skirt. Beyond, my views were restricted by the floor to ceiling curtains that shut off this part of the dungeon. Claire stepped into range of the cameras and smiled into the side view one but my eye was caught by what was dangling in her right hand - it looked like a bunch of thick leather strands hanging from a short leather handle. I watched on the screens and felt on my skin as she lifted the tiny skirt high up onto my back then trailed the ends to the whip back and forth over my cheeks. I watched her arm swing back then faster forward and mentally anticipated the sting of the whip - instead I felt a soft thump against my right buttock. She stepped sideways a pace and, using a back-hand, delivered a swat to my left cheek. Claire repeated this double-whammy again and again, slowly settling into a rhythm and gradually increasing the strength of the blows. Although I could see my cheeks and back of my thighs grow noticeable redder I cannot say that the whipping was painful. Instead, the steady forceful thump was quite erotic to feel and to watch and I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. The weighted clamps that swung on my nipples hurt far more and that was another erotic pain which only aroused. Claire paused, slid her left hand between my thighs and grasped my rigid erection. She laughed out loud and gleefully announced, "So now I know my masochistic girly-boy-toy likes a flogging! Let's see if she can enjoy a spanking." She moved out of range for a moment and when she returned she was grasping a short wooden handle with an attached large flat leather hand shape. She wasted no time before getting into the same rhythmic beating to both of my buns and slowly increasing the intensity. This instrument stung much more than the 'flogger' and very soon I was grunting with each and every blow. I wanted to prove I could take it but soon I was whimpering loudly and calling out that I'd had enough. Seconds later my pleas turned to begging but it was as if Claire hadn't heard me. Suddenly, through the pain came rational thought and I shouted out "Red...... RED!" Claire stopped immediately and looked up into the side camera." "Good girl," she shouted. "I knew you'd remember eventually. But look at the lovely glow of your bum!" I was sure if she'd have turned out the lights it would have glowed in the dark! Claire stepped out of view then returned with an open pot in her hand. She scooped up some of the salve and went to put it in my left cheek but I flinched at the thought of being touched there. I couldn't escape, however, and felt the cool balm as she spread it over the reddened flesh. A second load was smeared over the other side then she began a very gentle massage to rub in the cream. Although it hurt at first it soon felt as though she was rubbing all that heat into me and diffusing it right through my body and it quickly became very erotic and arousing. I couldn't help the moans of pleasure nor keep my hips still beneath her loving hands, one of which ventured between my legs to gently stroke my erect penis. Sadly, she stopped and went out of sight for several minutes. Then I saw the feet of her boots at the top edge of my vision. Claire stepped closer until her stomach touched the top of my head and I was staring at the large pink dildo, just inches below my face, that jutted from the pink latex panty she was now wearing. "While the far end is recovering I think this end should do some work, dear Slut. Time to get your mouth busy - and just so you know, there is another cock joined to this one that's deep inside me so I want to feel it." With that she flexed her hips and lifted the dildo to my mouth. I let it enter and was surprised by the overall firmness of the effigy and yet it had a soft skin-like feel to the outside. Unable to move my head, all I could do was suck and push the dildo and I certainly couldn't prevent it when Claire began fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes. I could hear my Mistress's breathing getting faster so I knew she was getting more aroused. It was unexpected when she suddenly pulled the dildo from my lips. When she appeared in the monitor screens with another pot of cream I knew what was coming and my heart skipped several beats. I groaned involuntarily when she scooped some of the cream in her now latex-gloved hand and began to rub it over the entrance to my body. Slowly she worked one very slippery finger inside me then joined it with a second. The earlier treatment prior to the enema had loosened my muscles so in no time Clair was managing to force big globs of the cream inside me. I watched as she put the pot on the floor then coated the dildo with the cream that remained on her hand. As she stepped toward me - although I wanted this - my body flinched and twitched without volition, my hips moving side to side. Claire had a huge grin on her face and I'm sure she was reading my mind and well as my emotions. "Tell me what you want, Slut," she demanded. She grasped the head of my rigid cock and demanded again. I couldn't help myself. "Please fuck me, Mistress! Please fuck me hard!" She grasped my hips and impaled me with the tip of her dildo and it really felt far, far thicker than it looked. I went rigid with the shock and Claire went still too, reading me like a book. As my body accepted the invader the tension in my hips reduced and she sank another inch inside me and paused again. As I gave no negative reaction I watched and felt as Claire slowly sank the whole 8" inside me. I have to say it was a strange feeling to be so totally filled because it wasn't, in itself, exciting. But watching it happening between us and feeling everything at the same moment was incredibly erotic. And when Claire began to slowly withdraw then fill me again my excitement began to climb rapidly. "You're mine, now, Slut! You belong entirely to me," shouted Claire triumphantly, her face filled with passion and her head thrown back. "Your virginity is mine and I've conquered your body. Now I'm going to possess your mind and soul as well, my lover!" With that she began to increase her hip movement and made sure to maximise the stroke each time she plunged into me, her hips pounding my bruised cheeks but feeling so good! Even the weighted clamps swinging from the tips of my breasts felt good - until she reached for them and released them at the same time. I heard them hit the floor just before I screamed out at the intense pain as the blood rushed back into my nipples. Her gloved and lubricated hand wrapped itself around my shaft and began pumping me in time with her dildo whilst her other one brushed and teased my sore nipples, a feeling I had grown to love. And my passion climbed and climbed until......... "Cum NOW, Slut!" Mistress yelled at me and my body rushed to obey. And with the dildo forced deep inside me and pressing on my prostate I screamed out as my orgasm pounded through me like a steam train. I screamed and screamed again as my cock jetted out spurts of cum as her skilled hand milked me of every drop. Although I couldn't collapse in the rigid stocks I slowly became aware of Claire supporting my hips until my legs stopped feeling as if they were jelly. As I entered the real world again I was totally overcome with emotion and burst into tears. "It's OK, darling Diane. Everything is fine, you've just has a great head-trip but you'll be fine in a minute or so," and I felt her fingers stroke my shoulders lovingly. I also felt the rigid intrusion of the dildo that was still deep inside me. When the tears stopped, I sniffed and said, "Thank you Claire. That was truly mind-blowing. It...." "Sshh! Now, Slut!" I was ordered. "We'll talk about it later after we have rested. Now hold still while I get us sorted out." Claire's hands left me and she slowly withdrew the dildo, leaving an emptiness behind. It came as a surprise when the deprivation hood was pulled over my face and zipped into place. The lacing tugged and tightened then tightened even more as the straps and locks were put into place. I felt a moist cloth cleaning my bottom and between my cheeks. At last my legs were freed from their confinement but not my head and arms. I stayed imprisoned for quite some time, presumably whilst she cleared everything away. At last I was released and stood upright again but holding onto the stocks until I gained my balance. Eventually came the tug that signalled me to move and we reversed our earlier journey until I was seated once more on the bed in our room. Quite a while passed before the hood was removed and I gazed at Claire standing before me in a pale blue satin gown, her hair still damp from the shower. She smiled at me and removed the cuffs from my wrists then from my ankles. Claire knelt down and unlaced my boots and took them off my feet. "Go get a shower, Honey. You'll feel much better afterwards," and she gave me a gentle push towards the bathroom. I spent a long time under the warm, invigorating spray until my body returned to normal once more. I towelled off as best I could but a few drips insisted on making their presence felt from under the back of my corset. Claire wrapped me up in a new caftan of fine pink rubber and we lay on the bed and talked through all that had happened and what I had felt deep inside. We talked for over an hour and I learnt that Claire had cum big time just as I did. She brought our talk to an end by saying we had to get dressed as we were going for dinner in a nearby restaurant after we'd fed the dogs. I was shocked to learn we had spent over five hours in the dungeon! The restaurant and an excellent meal proved to be a very relaxing end to a fantastic day - except that I felt everyone was staring at the slave collar still locked around my neck! And much later, as we lay in bed, holding hands and waiting for sleep to claim us, I wondered what tomorrow would bring. I briefly doubted I'd be able to sleep in my fully-tightened latex training corset but that was the last thought through my tired mind and body.