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The Chair
Getting old can be such a drag. Even for a cross-dresser. Joan was at
that stage of life when cross-dressing and bondage usually went away. Sex
drives were supposed to slow down. But apparently hers was not playing by
the rules. She still wanted to see a Mistress and experience a session.
The problem was that her body was not cooperating. Things were just
wearing out and with her arthritis, she hurt enough so that most typical
session events just could not happen.
No longer could she stand in six or seven inch high heels for hours.
Being trapped in a narrow cage, her hands behind her and her elbows drawn
together like some kind of a party favor as others played around was not
long an option. Nor could she stand being rolled up into a tight little
ball while Mistress did evil things to her private parts. Even being
attached to most pieces of dungeon equipment such as a horse or the St.
Andrew's Cross soon lost their appeal as sore muscles quickly surfaced.
Finally, the Mistresses she know were also ageing even they were retiring.
They too were getting to the point where this was just too much work for
the pleasure involved. So it was with some surprise when she received an
email from Mistress Lydia. It had been over a year since they had seen
each other and the dungeon website only carried the message that Mistress
was not seeing any new clients.
They had known each other for many years and had something more than a
typical professional relationship as their lives crossed in other ways
occasionally. Not close enough to be friends but a bit more than just
session acquaintances. The email just suggested that maybe she had come
up with something that would be of interest to both of them. Would be
Joan be willing to try out a new piece of equipment and a new session just
to see how it would go?
They agreed to meet on a Tuesday at noon at the dungeon. Joan had told
her wife that she would be out working on a project all afternoon and was
then going out with "the girls" that evening. She would probably not be
home before midnight. Her wife seemed to accept that as she had a morning
class herself and then wanted some time to work on one of her own
projects. "Something new," she had said with a sly smile. They had been
married for decades and she knew about Joan's cross-dressing. Early on
they had played with B&D but she did not seem to have any interest in the
sport.
Tuesday and noon arrived and Joan was knocking at the plain while door on
the alley that served as the entrance to the dungeon. It was a four room
affair (if you counted the isolation cell) in the basement of a midrise
brick building. It was located in a good part of town and no one
suspected what went on behind those walls. The building had once been a
chocolate factory and since it was before air conditioning, the walls were
below grade and extra thick. That kept the place cool at the time. Now
it kept the screams inside.
Joan was wearing a pretty frock. Tan and black with shoulder straps and a
flair skirt. A tan petticoat gave the skirt a somewhat stiff look. A
black belt was cinched at the waist. Underneath, she wore an over bust
corset from Romantasy in San Francisco. It was green silk brocade with
ribbon laces. Heavily steel boned to a wasp waist Ann had designed it
especially for Joan. It was her favorite but for now it was laced down
only far enough to be comfortable. Six garters hung down and were
attached to beige stockings. These were actually the last pair of
stockings Joan owned because now they all came with "stay-up" elastic tops
that did not work well with garters. A pair of black silk panties
completed her lingerie.
She wore a black and blonde wig that came to her shoulders. Her Full
make-up was maybe a bit too much for an older lady but not that overdone.
Certainly it would not be too much for a night out on the town. She had
chosen pearls for jewelry, at her ears and around her neck and on one
wrist. Modest (for her) three inch tan colored pumps with silver toes
from Long Tall Sally. She carried a pair of bright red ballet style lace
up leather boots as instructed but she knew she could never wear them
anymore.
Mistress opened the door and they both went inside. She was still
beautiful and was attired in white chiffon with nylons and high heels.
After the usual greetings, they sat down side by side on a couch and
talked about getting old for a while and how it tended to limit their
actions. Mistress said she had received a request for a special session
and with the help from her friends at the old Gord enderprise she had
designed something that she thought would work. She needed a guinea pig
to try it out. Was Joan willing?
After agreeing they got up and walked into the dungeon proper. There were
all the usual pieces Joan had come to know and to love. The cross, the
hoist, the horse, the cages and the wall all held such wonderful memories.
She knew they were things she just would not ever be using again. In the
middle of the room though was what looked like a padded, overstuffed lift
chair. Mistress had Joan sit in it and it was actually comfortable.
Mistress told her that for the session to work the way it was supposed it
had to look like a self bondage event gone bad. The sub had to appear to
be playing by herself. Mistress would only appear at the end for the
final adjustments. Unknown to Joan a small camera was now fastened up
near the ceiling and it was recording the whole thing.
Joan took a seat in the chair and played with some of the buttons on the
side. The chair went up and down, tilting back where a big headdress
caught and supported her head. A foot rest came up and supported her
legs. The thing was actually comfortable. She could probably lie in it
for hours. In fact, she had one at home that was much the same and she
did just that.
When they were ready, she returned the chair back to its upright position.
The first thing she did was remove her pumps and pull one of the boots on
each foot and up each leg. Carefully she laced them tight and tied the
laces off with a knot. A square knot rather than a bow. Over the knot
she poured a fast drying glue, much better than bulky locks. Those boots
were on to stay until they were cut off.
The control for an overhead hoist hung down next to the chair. A sling
that went under the arms was fastened to a chain which lowered when the
control was pushed. Joan lowered the sling. She slipped it over her head
and under her arms. She used to hoist control to help her to stand. This
allowed her to remain upright while she reached behind herself and
unzipped her dress. Now she could reach the corset laces which she first
untied and then began, slowly and methodically to tighten. Tighter and
tighter she pulled until the garment was closed and Joan could only gasp
for air. This, she thought would probably be the limiting part of the
session but right now it felt so confining, so sexy and it made her feel
so helpless. She knew she could stand it for a while. She tied the
laces, also in a square knot. She would have to be cut out of the corset.
Joan would be buying new ribbon before she wore this garment again.
She lowered herself back into the chair with a sigh of relief. She had
zipped the dress back up and she was so glad to get her weight off of her
toes. Bending at the waist was not easy but she did manage to reach down
and fasten a leather cuff around each booted ankle. A second and third
cuff went around each leg just above and below her knees. Finally, she
pulled her skirt up and fastened the last leg cuffs, these up high on her
thighs, just below her crotch. Once done, she pulled the front of her
dress back down, leaving the rear bunched up at her waist and her black
panties on the cool leather.
A belt went around her waist and she buckled it tight. Another one went
below her breasts and one above. The buckles were in front where she
could easily reach them to pull each one tight. She picked up a red neck
corset that matched her boots. This also was front closing so she could
put it on herself. It rested on her shoulders and the top was curved to
cup her lower face. It was boned and could be adjusted for length so when
it was fully installed she would be unable to move her head.
Before she began to tighten the laces, she reached for the ring gag also
on the table beside her. The was more than just a ring as it was designed
to reach to the back of her jaws, with troughs top and bottom to fit her
teeth. It was very severe and when locked open would hold itself in
place. This time, though, she filled the troughs with dental paste that
would hold on to her teeth and add an additional item of bondage. With
the glue in place, she slowly forced the device into her mouth and then
grabbing it to and bottom forced her jaws to open as far as she could
manage.
Before she could think about stopping she quickly fastened the front laces
of the neck corset and then turned the vertical adjustment rods until her
neck was stretched as far as it would go and her head was totally
immobile. Straps were attached to the head rest which now supported the
back of her head. When tightened, they went across her forehead, trapping
her head in place. They passed over her ears and eyes. Holes were cut
over her eyes so she could still see but her ears were completely covered.
She could feel small objects in her ears. They turned out to be very
small earphones surrounded by foam. When Mistress spoke into a
microphone, Joan could hear her clearly but otherwise she was now deaf.
It was not easy to fasten the straps that went around each arm at the
shoulder and just above the elbow, but she managed. Then she placed her
arms on the chair arms and slid her thumbs and fingers into glove like
openings at the end of each chair arm. When her digits were all the way
in, she pushed down with her wrists. A small plunger switch under each
wrist tripped a spring driven clamp which closed over her wrist and
trapped her hands in place.
She sat for a moment, contemplating what she had done to herself. She was
totally in bondage, fairly comfortable for the moment and completely at
the mercy of anyone around until she was released. And she had done it
all herself. It was only then that she heard Mistress's voice tell her
that it had all been recorded.
At that point, Mistress placed a Velcro blindfold over the strap covering
Joan's eyes and pushed the button raising the chair. Now Joan found out
about some of the other chair enhancements. This time, when the chair
reclined the foot rest did not come up. The chair just titled backed
until Joan was facing straight up although she could see nothing and hear
nothing. She felt Mistress moving about and then she felt something pass
through her ring gag. She had been here often enough to know she was
being gagged with a dildo. She could breathe through it so she knew it
was hollow but it was being forced deeper and deeper into her mouth until
she began to gag.
"You'll get used to it," her Mistress's voice came through the earphones.
"It does have a padded attachment though that slips over the outside of
the cock and slides down against your lips. It can be fastened to straps
on the head support and will keep you silent." Joan felt the device being
installed and once it was in place she realized any noise she could make
would be minimal. When she tried, she felt Mistress insert the cock a
little further and quickly learned the punishment for trying to talk.
More things began to happen. The foot rest of the chair rose up and Joan
discovered that it was really two separate pieces. Her legs were brought
up the normal horizontal position but then were raised even further until
her toes pointed straight up at the ceiling. Then the legs spread apart
into a wide V shape. At the apex, Joan felt her exposed crotch and she
knew something was going to happen there that she would probably not like.
She was correct as she felt Mistress grab her testicles and pull them as
far away from her body as she could. Mistress was then wrapping them with
what was obviously bondage tape. They had done this before and Joan knew
that when Mistress was finished, her balls would look like a lollypop. A
tightly stressed ball at the end of a very narrow stick. They would be
terribly sensitive to any touch.
A warm hand and some cool gel began to be applied to the flaccid penis.
The feeling of total helplessness and the constant rubbing soon produced
the desired result. A long, hard, swollen cock stood up between her legs.
She felt the steel tube being locked around the erection and knew what had
been attached. The tube clamped her cock tight. It had a very tight ring
at the base which would inhibit blood flow and help her keep the erection.
A similar ring at the other end rested just behind the head of her cock
and any shrinking of the erection would be extremely painful.
At this point, Joan felt something drop down the cock gag into her throat.
A trickle of water followed to allow her swallow whatever it was. She
knew what it was. Viagra. She counted as three of the damned things went
down her throat. That erection would be in place for hours and she knew
from previous sessions that it would be unattended except for some
occasional torment.
Mistress's voice came back for a moment. "I think you will find that long
term confinement like that will be torment in itself. The corset will
begin to feel like a vice around your middle. The ballet heels will keep
your feet in an arch that will soon have them screaming for relief. Your
jaw will ache from being stretched so wide open. Even that massive
erection will be aching for relief. All of that will be magnified by the
fact that you will be alone, blind and deaf, unable to judge the passage
of time. I told you this session was for a special commission. What I
did not tell you was that the individual who commissioned the work is
about to arrive. She specified that you would be strapped into that chair
and that you would have put yourself there. Think about that for a
while."
The earphones went silent and Joan was left with her thoughts, her fears
and her growing sense of dread.
How long did she lie there, helpless and exposed? She did not know. She
did know the corset was becoming unbearable, almost as if it were still
being tightened. Her feet were beginning to feel the pain of the enforced
enpointe position even though she was not standing on them. Just the arch
itself was straining her tendons and ligaments. Her crotch was screaming
at her where her legs were now forced into a split she had never before
experienced and her private parts felt like they had swollen to many times
their normal size. Her jaw ached from being forced to remain open for so
long and her throat was the final source of pain as the damned dildo kept
slowly sliding down, keeping her on the edge of gagging all the time. All
of this was magnified by the darkness and the silence. Her mind was
forced to dwell on her physical discomforts in the absence of any other
stimuli.
The earphones suddenly came to life and she heard sounds. Two pairs of
high heels click-clacking across the concrete floor of the dungeon. Two
voices, both female. One was that of Mistress. The other was also
familiar but since she never expected to hear it here, it took a moment
for the truth to sink in. It was her wife's voice. "Good God!" she
thought wildly. "What was Judy doing here?"
"Amazing isn't it?" she heard Mistress say. "You can only imagine how
much she is struggling right now. Every muscle is straining for freedom
but all you can see is those small ripples in the skin and that almost
silent moaning as she tries to scream her denial."
"Yes," said Judy. "And you say she did this to herself?"
"Well, all but the final adjustments. I had to help once her hands become
immobile. Here, let's watch the video and you can see her from the
beginning."
The sound clicked off and Joan could only lie in place, in silence and
darkness, as she knew Mistress and her wife were watching her fasten
herself into place in the chair. Watch as she laced up the boots,
tightened the corset fastened all of the straps and even installed the
ring gag. There was no question that she had done this all to herself.
"How long has she been that way?" her wife asked as the earphones came
back to life.
"Long enough to regret it, I can assure you" Mistress replied. "But not
long enough to lose her erection, as you can plainly see."
Of course, the tube and the Viagra made sure that erection remained in
place.
She could imagine what must be going through her wife's mind as she
watched. She could never imagine that her wife had set this whole thing
up. That after years of marriage her wife had finally decided it was time
for payback. Payback for all the one sided sex they had experienced for
so many years. Payback for his seeing other women. Payback for all the
money spent on a female wardrobe and the money paid to Mistresses for
sessions like this one.
Sound disappeared again. Then things began to go really bad. Two whips
were soon lashing her bare, exposed ass cheeks. Then two canes.
Apparently Mistress was teaching Judy the best ways to whip her new slave.
When the pain stopped the earphones came back on.
"This is the part where we introduce our little submissive to the idea
that she will do whatever she is told. The key is to show her how she
will be punished so she will try to avoid it at all costs. I've decided
to use her own body against her. Those drawings you sent me by St.
Augustine gave me some really deliciously evil ideas" she heard Mistress
say.
Judy replied, "Yes. I found them when I was surfing around on his
computer. There seemed to be a lot of them so I figured they must be
exciting to him. Although why, I cannot imagine."
Well," Mistress said, "I really don't either but let's get started. Do
you want to lube up that catheter and insert it? The lube is a mix of
normal lube and liniment. Insert it very slowly so the nerves will absorb
the burning sensation. The anticipation of each coming inch will be
almost as bad to her as the actual pain."
It was as described. Joan's penis was soon on fire from tip all the way
to her bladder.
"We will be filling up all of her cavities to capacity," said Mistress.
"That will be about a pint in the bladder, two quarts in her bowels and
one quart in her stomach. All will be laced with soapy water, liniment
and a diuretic. As she holds them the cramps will begin and she will
experience what premenstrual cramps might feel like. But this we can make
it last as long as we like. When we are finished she will do just about
anything we ask to avoid a replication. If she balks, we just have to
fill her again and leave her until she has learned to obey."
With that, the silence returned and Joan lay helpless as the process
continued. She felt the anal intruder being inserted and inflated.
Liquid was slowly poured down her throat, pumped through her cock and fed
into her bowels. Soon her insides were all bloated and on fire. Then the
cramps began and she tried to plead to be allowed to empty herself but to
no avail.
She felt someone stand over her head. Warm thighs clamped each side of her
already immobile head and fingers began to play with her nose. For just a
second she heard a voice utter one phrase in her earphones. "They look
almost like tampons," was all she heard.
The she felt something at one nostril followed by a blast of pain in her
lungs as a cotton tube laced with camphor was pushed up her nose. A few
seconds later a second tube assaulted her other nostril and then her mouth
tube was sealed. Her body bucked against her bonds as her lungs tried to
drag oxygen in only to force more of the vapor from the liquid in the
cotton up her nose and into her lungs. She struggled until she was almost
unconscious before the tubes were pulled out and her mouth tube opened.
She gasped for air as she slowly recovered only to be greeted by even
greater cramps as her body demanded relief from the liquids that filled
her so painfully.
Twice more this process was repeated. Each time she was allowed to almost
pass out but not quite. Finally after the third episode, the clamps on
her enema tube and her catheter were released and she was allowed to void
herself. Mistress's voice came on to inform her that while she now had
some relief, the contents of her stomach would pass through her intestines
fairly quickly thanks to the diuretic. She would still be on fire
internally for quite a while. It would eventually go away, unless of
course they decided to repeat the process. That would depend on how
obedient she was for the rest of the session.
Joan heard Mistress and her wife talking in low voices. The earphones
allowed her to just barely hear them and not to be able to understand what
they were saying entirely. They seemed to be discussing sex and Mistress
was encouraging Judy to "take the next step."
Judy seemed to agree and Joan felt her eye covers being removed. It took
a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lighting and when they did she
realized there was now a mirror above her on the ceiling. It had
apparently always been there but it had been covered by cloth. She could
see herself reflected in the mirror in all her helpless, widely spread
glory.
The next thing she saw was Judy. But it was a Judy as she had never seen
her before. Now she wore a red bustier with garters, stockings and bright
red boots that laced up to her knees. Her blond hair was pulled back in a
tight ponytail and her makeup was dramatic. She looked just like a
mistress. How often, he thought, had he dreamed of this in his fantasies?
Following Mistress's instructions, Judy walked (actually strutted) over to
Joan, turned around and backed up over her head until Joan was staring up
at her wife's pussy. Slowly, the chair began to rise up until her wife's
crotch was just out of reach. Joan knew what was expected and she knew
she would soon experience an enema or tampon torture if she did not get to
work. Quickly her tongue came out and she stretched it as far as she
could so that she could begin to lick her wife's slit.
After a while, Judy began to become excited. At that point, the chair
rose up a bit higher and Joan's lips came into contact with a now dripping
pussy. She went to work as hard as she could, licking and sucking her
wife's juices until Judy shuddered with a small orgasm. Judy's hips began
to move back and forth as Joan managed to bring her to a peak a second
time. This was so much a part of Joan's fantasies that she was actually
beginning to forget her torments and to enjoy herself.
Then she heard her wife gasp, "Oh God! I want something much harder and
longer inside of me."
At that, the chair returned to its lower position and things suddenly got
much, much worse. Another pair of heels clicked across the concrete and
Joan saw another woman walk towards her. At least she thought it was a
woman. It was not until the woman was standing right above her that Joan
could see up her flared skirt. This was a man in drag and that was a
raging erection hidden under the skirt.
Mistress guided the TV into place and pushed his testicles into Joan's
mouth. She could no longer see but she could hear as the skirt was lifted
and Judy moaned as the cock slipped into her now wet pussy. Joan was
forced to suck on those swollen balls as her wife pleasured herself with a
TV, something Joan wanted to do with her more than any other form of sex.
It went on and on until Joan felt the testicles tighten up and then begin
to pulse and shot after shot of cum entered her wife, now in the throes of
her own massive orgasm.
After a few moments, the TV raised up and walked away. Joan was left
staring up at her wife's wet lips as a spot of white cum began to ooze
out. She was raise up closer and closer until the cleft was just a tongue
length away and she knew what she was expected to do. She could smell the
odor of sex, both male and female and she nearly cried as she watched the
cum slowly drip towards her open mouth. She could not bring herself to
begin until she felt the enema begin to flow into her again. She resisted
for only a moment and then her tongue came out and she began to lick. She
knew this was the only way to reduce the pain and cramps she was about to
experience.
As a reward, the chair was raised up just an bit and she heard Judy's
voice. "Get your tongue all the way in there. Suck out ever drop," she
said. "I want to feel you lick up all of that hot cum out of me. I just
know he is all over me in there and I want to feel you tongue clean every
inch. While you do that think about the fact that your cum will never be
there again.
Others will, I assure. In fact I might even begin to like cross-dressers
more than regular men but we'll see. For now, I have two more TV's signed
up to do me today. By the time we are finished, I'll be totally satisfied
and you will be a good little sissy cunt licker. Next session we'll work
on your cock sucking talents and in the mean time you will become a very
horny little personal maid for me."
Joan shuddered as she swallowed the hated liquids.
She knew Judy was serious. Her life as a sissy cuckold was just about to
begin.
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