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A Tale of Submission By LindaK Day Five - A Change in Routine Note to readers - this is Chapter Four. As you will soon find out, not all is as it seems for our submissive and she is becoming confused. Confused about time, about her identity, about her sexual desires. I hope you enjoy the read. ....Snippets of conversations, memories of his family (HIS family?), images flashing before her eyes and disappearing like scenes from a lighting storm. One moment he (she?) could remember details with clarity and then like water added to sand, they flowed together and ran away. Linda tossed and turned on her bed as much as her bonds allowed for Mistress had now added a waist chain to a night corset as part of the routine. Her moans continued to be stifled by the gag in her mouth although now instead of a ball it was the replica cock gag of her Master. Sucking it to keep the drool from escaping was reflexive and the gag pumped in and out of her mouth, pushing against the strap and then sliding back in. Mistress Jane was again sitting in Linda's bedroom watching the body motion and listening to the sounds escaping around the penis gag that Linda had been trained to strap tightly and to lock. Her submissive's eyes covered by the locked on blindfold. The plan is going well she thought. I think today we will step things up. Jane allowed herself to tease her engorged clitoris. Her small gasps accompanied the moaning of her slave. Finally one of them found orgasm while the other continued to suffer under her chastity.... Ever so slowly, like stepping out of a knee deep quagmire, Linda came out of her nightly slumber. She could faintly hear Mistress Jane through the adjoining door in her and Master Rick's bedroom. It sounded like Mistress was singing or perhaps humming. Knowing her bondage was inescapable Linda lay still and tried to collect her scattered thoughts from her dreams but like dried leaves on the lawn that were scattered by the wind, she couldn't focus on them and soon she had no memory of those images. The past two (or was it three?) days had been spent working tirelessly for her Mistress. Each day had begun in bondage and each day had ended in bondage. That was what she had looked for wasn't it? The days themselves had been a continuous series of a meagre breakfast followed by a morning of cleaning, a small lunch and then more housework with some form of bondage. None of the housework was new to her or should have been particularly difficult but the addition of the gags, the ankle hobbles, the crushing corset and the accursed heels made even simple tasks physically challenging. At least she was becoming more comfortable with the nails. Linda was confused about the evenings. She seemed to be spending more time in close proximity to Master Rick. Her accidental kissing of his penis as a thank you for meting out her punishments had now become the expected tribute. While the kiss continued to be done through the fabric of his pants, she wondered if that would continue to be the case and more worrisome to her she wondered what 'it' looked like. These thoughts were interrupted when she felt the gentle touch of her Mistress' hand on her face. Jane reached down to her slave and lightly touched her cheek. "Good morning my pretty submissive." Linda mumbled a reply. "I hope you slept well my dear." A restricted nod answered her. "It's time to get up my sweet slave. Today is a new day and for you a new routine." Linda nervously waited for her to continue as Mistress Jane slowly removed her bonds. As the blindfold came off and she was allowed to open her eyes, Mistress Jane continued the one-way conversation. "I am tired of being stuck in this house and I think you need some fresh scenery dear. Today will be a 'girlfriend' day. Just the two of us. We will do some shopping, I have us booked for a nail appointment and I have arranged for you to get a salon treatment. We'll do lunch and if you are good, I will even allow you a glass of wine. Now we need to get moving because Master Rick will still expect you to have his scotch and dinner ready so up and at them honey! Get into the bathroom and I will lay out your clothes here." As Linda arose and stepped towards the bathroom Jane added, "Linda, leave your false eyelashes off today and make sure you are extra clean in your bum. I have a new plug for you to wear." "Yes Mistress," was the reply. Linda was glad to not have to wear the false eyelashes. They were difficult to put on with her long nails and inevitably one would go on well and the other would be a struggle. She disliked being punished when one would fall off or dangle during her work day. Returning to the bedroom after her ablutions she saw her outfit laid out the bed. It consisted of a patterned blouse with 3/4 sleeves, a solid knee length lined skirt and the ever present corset. Mistress Jane had even set out appropriate jewelry which included some beautiful dangling earrings. Finally to Linda's immense pleasure, the stilettos were only five inches ('only' she laughed to herself)! The new plug was not as big as the fox tail one but was longer and quite heavy. It had some sort of device on the end with a small red light glowing. After days of wearing a plug this one slipped in easily. After the past few days of painfully lurching around the home in the six inch fetish heels, Linda strode comfortably into the kitchen. She caught Mistress Jane texting someone while simultaneously searching the counter for something. As Jane finished the text she spotted her target. "There's the car keys! And there's my girl! Give me a twirl Linda... slowly..." Jane appeared satisfied with Linda's appearance and said, "Right, no time for a breakfast today hon. I poured you some juice. Drink up, check your lipstick and here's a purse. We have to go as we have an appointment in 45 minutes." Linda quickly drank the juice. Between the lack of food, her disturbed sleep and the change in routine she felt like she was out of control. As Linda finished her juice Jane snatched up the leash and clicked it to Linda's collar. Linda balked as she remembered she was wearing the collar and the leash snapped taut. "What are you doing?" exclaimed Jane. "I'm sorry Mistress but if we are going out, won't I have to take off my collar first?" was the reply. "Silly...silly girl." Each word emphasized with a tug of the leash. "We might be stepping outside as two girlfriends and to most people we might appear as two housewives spending their husbands hard earned money. But..make..no..mistake (again the tugging). We are NOT girlfriends. You are MY SLAVE!" This last retort was given in a firm voice and an even firmer tug that almost dropped Linda to her knees. She involuntarily let a dribble of pee escape into her panty liner. "I am so sorry for my outburst Mistress Jane!" Linda apologized. She mentally berated herself and controlled her emotions. "That's ok my sweet subbie. I know this is all so new to you. Now trust your Mistress. Keep the leash attached but go to the bathroom, fix up your makeup then meet me in the garage. As Linda joined Jane in the garage, Jane opened the passenger side door and beckoned Linda to turn around. She said, "Remember the first day when you asked about your car and that I said I would manage your transportation?" "Yes ma'am, I think so." Jane replied "You are about to learn how I transport my slaves. Open your eyes wide...wider. Good now hold that look. Quickly and with obvious practice Jane inserted a contact lens in each of Linda's eyes. Linda had instinctively closed her eyes but when she opened them she was looking through a dark shade and nothing was clear. It was like a dark foggy night. "Mistress. I have never worn contact lenses before but I think there is something wrong. I can't see anything." "There's nothing wrong my slave. When I want you to see I will let you see. When I don't want you to see, you won't." With that, she popped a large ball gag into Linda's mouth and as she strapped it she said, "I will also decide when I want you to speak and right now I..don't..want.. you...to." Each word was accompanied by a tug on the gag strap and a grunt from Linda. As a last measure of control, Jane pulled Linda's arms behind her and snapped on a pair of handcuffs before guiding her into the customized car seat. The seat while appearing to be a regular one, was slightly contoured to allow a captive to sit with their arms behind them. Jane slid into her seat, secured Linda's seatbelt and after checking her face in the visor mirror hit the door opener then backed out of the garage. As they turned out of the driveway Jane turned up the music leaving each of them with their own and dramatically different thoughts. Jane was musing about her plans for Linda. Unknown to Linda, Rick and Jane belonged to a select circle of kinksters who were also successful business owners. Linda was about to be introduced to them without her knowing about their kink relationship. Linda sat in the car with a mix of emotions. She was initially petrified that someone would see her bound and gagged. She was also frightened that she couldn't see where they were going nor could she anticipate the twists and turns that Mistress Jane aggressively yet competently navigated. The music was a loud techno new wave symphony with some monkish sounding chanting in the background which while initially unnerving became soothing. Finally she settled into the experience as she realized that she had to trust her Mistress and that deep down, this was something she had asked for. Jane glanced over at Linda who had settled down and appeared calm. It appears that Ativan I put in her orange juice has kicked in. She smiled, slipped a gear and stepped on the accelerator. Today was going to be a whirlwind for her slave. Sometime later Mistress Jane slid to a smooth stop in an alley behind a small but exclusive strip mall. She took out the gag being careful to allow Linda to suck in the drool so it didn't stain her top and then after helping her out of the car she removed the contact lenses. After giving Linda some time to acclimate to having her vision again she snapped the leash to Linda's collar and stepped towards a security door with a touch pad. Linda nervously followed her as her arms were still secured with the handcuffs. After entering the door code and stepping into the building they found themselves in a small but well-appointed staff room. There were coat hooks on one wall with what appeared to be smocks. Jane dropped Linda's leash onto one of the hooks and whispered, "Put your nose to the wall, don't make a sound, don't move and don't disappoint me." With a firm slap on Linda's ass she stepped out of the room her high heels clicking down a tiled hallway. There was a wave of female voices as a door apparently opened and then quiet as the door closed. Linda sighed and focused on a small speck on the wall. Some time passed before she heard the crowd noise again and the sound of heels. The person (Mistress Jane?) entered the room and there was a chair scrape across the floor followed by silence. Linda didn't dare turn around. Finally there was a click, an inhalation sound and soon after the smell of a cigarette. "That's better," said a strange voice. "So you're Jane's latest project hmm? I can't see your face but you appear to be a better candidate than her last one. I look forward to getting my hands on you little one." This was followed by a chuckle, a chair scrape and the sound of approaching high heels. Linda could sense her presence but dared not turn around. There was the breath of smoke around her head, another chuckle and then the woman stepped to the table, stubbed out her cigarette and strode out of the room. Soon after Linda heard multiple steps approaching. This time it was her Mistress and as she was turned around she was faced with a well made up face with meticulous hair. The woman was wearing a tailored salon smock. Jane introduced her as her good friend Madge. "Linda, Madge (Mistress Madge to you) is a very good friend. We went to university together and she is my personal stylist. I am leaving you with her. She knows what I want done so I expect you to be on your best behaviour. She also knows to report ANY poor behaviour to me. Will you be a good girl?" "Yes Mistress." With a set of air kisses, Jane handed over the leash knowing that the security footage would record all the activities in the salon and the staff room. She and Rick would enjoy watching them that evening. Glancing at her watch she walked out to her car. As the security door closed, Madge stared intently at Linda as if studying a bug. Initially returning the look, Linda became uncomfortable and lowered her eyes to look at the ground. "No dear, I want you to keep your head up. Look straight ahead at the clock while I examine you. Jane has given me some directions but also some freedom to explore with you. I want to see what I am working with. I have some questions for you. Please keep your answers short and accurate." "Is this wig your own or Jane's?" "Mine Mistress." "How long have you had your ears pierced?" "Since college Mistress but I usually only wear a stud in the one ear." "I didn't ask you what you wear...slave." This was punctuated with a tug on Linda's leash. "Do you wear glasses?" "Only for reading Mistress." "Hmmm. Are your frames thick or thin?" "I guess you would say they are thick Mistress." "Good! Do you have any allergies?" "No Mistress" said Linda. These questions were confusing her. "Almost done hon. How are you managing with the acrylic nails?" "They were difficult at first Mistress. I had a hard time picking up small objects but Mistress Jane was correct when she ordered me to get them this length as I am now fairly comfortable managing small objects." Despite the long answer Madge seemed satisfied and apparently had made some sort of decision. "All right girl. Here's what's going to happen. My good friend Jane had paid for a deluxe treatment for you. We will shortly step into my salon. A salon which is frequented by many of the well to-do in our community. A salon that I am proud of. From what I see you will not look any different than any of my standard clientele unless you act up. If you can't behave I will bring you into the salon in an orange jump suit and these handcuffs and shave your head in front of these high society clients. I will tell them that the sheriff was concerned with you getting head lice. During that process I might accidentally shave off your eyebrows too. So tell me... will you be a good girl?" Linda spoke rapidly and plaintively. "Yes Mistress! I will behave and do whatever you tell me to! Please don't shave my head or my eyebrows. I have to return home soon and that would be impossible to hide." Mistress Madge smiled and undid the leash and handcuffs. "Sit down here while I find a new wig for you. We'll bring you in with the new hair." With that she strode out of the staff room while Linda nervously wondered (again) if she had stepped too far into the game. In just a few minutes Mistress Madge had returned with several wigs of different colours. All appeared to be longer than what Linda had worn before. She had avoided long hair as she had no experience in managing it and since her wife had short hair, she was unwilling to assist Linda. Without consulting Linda, Madge pulled off her wig and began rapidly trying on these new ones. She muttered to herself as she exchanged them, finally settling on an auburn one with reddish streaks. Linda could feel the bangs touching her cheeks and hair reaching the top of her breasts. She wondered how she would maintain hair this long. Her musing must have been obvious as Madge said to her, "Don't worry hon. When I am done securing this to your head it won't move and I will style it so that you won't have much to do to keep it pretty." "Now, I need you to sit still by the sink here while I do one more thing before we go into the salon. It will help keep the wig from falling off. This sink isn't very ergonomic so tipping you back may hurt a bit. Take this pill, it will help." Before Linda could ask, the pill was thrust into her mouth and washed down with a sip from a squirt bottle Madge had ready. Almost immediately Linda became groggy. She barely heard someone else step into the room and assist Madge in shaving her head. She thought she heard something about a solvent or a glue. She felt a tugging of her hair as it settled on her head and then she was assisted to her feet. As Linda's head was clearing slightly, Madge and another stylist guided her down the hall and into the main salon. About half the chairs were occupied by women who appeared to be wives of well to-do husbands. The stylists were all beautifully coiffed and made up with the same dark red tight pants and four inch heels. There was chatter everywhere and Linda's appearance did not garner notice. Madge guided her to a chair and after sitting her whispered, "Remember to be a good girl." What followed was a kaleidoscope of activity. At times there were two people working on her. The wig was washed (why didn't it pull off?) cut and styled. While that was happening a young woman was fiddling with her hands. Suddenly the chair was tipped back and someone leaned over her face. With a bright light shining on her Linda could not see what was happening but suddenly the person's hand moved and there was a ripping sound. For some reason it didn't hurt. The woman closely examined what she had done and did something with a metal tool. Her breath smelled like cigarettes and as Linda realized this was the mystery woman in the staff room, the woman winked. The chair was tipped upright and two other women appeared, one on each side. They brushed her hair aside, examined her ears, quietly discussed something and then in quick movements jabbed Linda's ears twice. One of the women moved to the front and did something that stabbed her nose. By now, Linda was becoming more aware of her surroundings. She knew she had a new wig and from the brief glances she had it appeared to suit her. She knew that something had been done to her ears but had not been alert enough to realize she now sported three earrings in each or that her nose now had a small diamond stud. Linda did become aware of a new woman who rolled a tool chest of makeup over and carefully examined her face. "You are a pretty one aren't you?" said the woman. "When I am done you will look even more beautiful. Now close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you, no matter what you feel. Do you understand....slave? This last word was whispered softly in her ear. Linda knew she was at the mercy of Mistress Madge and her staff and subtly nodded her head as she closed her eyes. She didn't open them as she felt needles sliding into her lips. "Trust my Mistress...Trust my Mistress," was her mantra. "There you go, all done hon. You were a good girl and didn't flinch. I will make sure Madge knows how well you did. Now let me tackle your eyelashes as they are way too thin. Every girl wants big lashes. Then I will finish your make up and get you ready for the big reveal." Soon after Madge returned and after some minor fussing with her hair escorted Linda back to the staff room. Mistress Jane had returned and was waiting for her sub. "Oh my! Madge...you outdid yourself" she squealed while giving her friend a big hug. "Linda looks wonderful!" "Do you like it Linda?" Jane asked. "Well Mistress, I don't know exactly what was done and I haven't seen what I look like as the salon mirror was covered," Linda replied. Madge quickly explained that she wanted Jane to be there for the unveiling of the 'new' Linda. With that explanation Linda was led to a full length covered mirror and an overhead rack of lights were turned on. Without further ado, Madge whipped the cover off the mirror. Linda let out a strangled gasp and would have fallen had Jane not quickly manoeuvred a chair beneath her.... Linda had vague memories of Mistress Jane thanking Mistress Madge and demanding that Linda do the same. She recalled the leash being snapped on her collar and being led (without cuffs) to the car. She finally started to come around when they sat in the booth of a nice restaurant attached to a mall. The leash had been left in the car and they had walked in together arm in arm with Jane guiding her. Somehow Linda managed to avoid garnering untoward attention although she did feel the glances of a man at the bar. Mistress Jane ordered two glasses of wine and without Linda noticing slipped a small pill into her glass. Snapping her fingers she finally got Linda's attention. "Take a drink dear and then tell me what you are thinking. I will consider this answer to be a free one. You won't be punished for your words but I do expect you to be civil and calm." After a couple of sips and only then realizing her nails were now at least an inch long with some sparkles, she felt ready to speak. Mistress Jane waved the waitress away and nodded for Linda to continue. "Mistress, I am a little overwhelmed. I mean, I am appreciative of everything you just arranged for me. I am sure the salon visit must have been a terrible expense and I will want you to be reimbursed but I am afraid that you have exceeded the limits we agreed to." Linda was able to convey this without raising the ire of her Mistress. "Really Linda? Wasn't it you who said that a domme-submissive relationship must be based on trust? Do you not trust me?" "Oh I do Mistress but some of the things that were done are permanent and I won't be able to hide them," Linda's eyes began to well. "Get a grip of yourself girl," said Jane. "Let's look at everything that was done at the salon and then talk about permanency. Take out your compact and tell me what you see that has your panties in such a knot. And have some more wine." Between the wine on an empty stomach and the low dose tranquilizer Jane had slipped into her glass, Linda collected herself and withdrew her compact from her purse. It dawned on her that she hadn't even thought about the fact that she was a man dressed as a woman sitting in a busy restaurant and appearing to do the most feminine of things...checking her looks in a mirror. When do I make the leap of a man dressing like a woman to simply being a woman, she thought. Jane smiled as she watched the gears shifting in Linda's eyes and mind. She was proud of how much progress Linda had made in such a short period. After taking another sip and emptying the glass Linda took a serious look in the mirror and began noting her observations. As she did, Jane signaled the waitress for another glass for Linda. "Well Mistress, this is only my second look at the 'new' me and this is a small mirror but here goes... "My hair, I mean my wig seems to be attached to my head. Did they glue it on me? How could they do that without damaging my own hair. I mean, it was short and balding but still..." "Ok hon, let's answer each item as you bring it up. Yes, the wig is glued to your head. I could tie your head back in a hogtie and it won't come off (an image of Linda in a back arched hogtie flashed quickly in Jane's head...yum...I will HAVE to do that!). The glue would only work on skin so yes, your head was shaved. Unlike the depilatory we used on your body, your hair will grow back normally and we have a solvent for removing the wig. Jane crosses her fingers that Linda didn't: a) notice the comment that her body hair was not likely to grow back or b) that she had yet to order the solvent to remove her breast forms. So as per the contract the wig is not permanent. Next point?" "Thank you Mistress," Linda said without noticing the solvent or body hair points. "What about my ears? My wife and family know about my single piercings and I have kept the holes open by wearing studs at night but I don't wear earrings in male mode. How am I going to hide these?" "Silly girl. I forget sometimes that you didn't grow up as a girl. You present so well that it is easy to assume you are a woman. When our session is done you simply remove the earrings. As long as you follow the after care directions while you are with us, the holes will be difficult to spot and without keeping them open like you have been doing, they will close up and probably won't even leave a scar. Maybe you will like the look and decide to keep them open with small hoops at night." She could see Linda processing this. Just then the second glass of wine appeared and Linda took a sip while never taking her eyes off her mirror. "I remember my wife saying that her second hole closed up when she stopped using the hole. That makes sense Mistress. I am concerned about my eyebrows. I love the arch but they trimmed the hairs very short. I know the hairs will grow back but how do I hide them until then?" Linda gulped another sip and Jane wondered if she would have to cut Linda off. "Linda dear. When Madge was prepping you did she ask you any questions?" "I think so Mistress. I was a little afraid of what was going to happen and you had left but I believe she did." Another gulp of wine went down her throat. "OK Linda. First, I want you to slow down on the wine. We are ladies. We don't gulp our drinks and we don't act silly in public. Now think about the questions Madge asked you. Were any of them about your eyes or glasses?" After pondering the event and subtly pushing her wine glass away from her, Linda replied, "Now that you mention it Mistress, she did ask me if I wore glasses and I think she asked if the frames were thick. I told her I use them for reading." Just as Linda called Jane 'Mistress' the waitress returned for their food order. Jane caught the waitress' eye and clearly said, "I will have the chicken Caesar salad and my slave girl will have a garden salad with no dressing." The waitress took a second look at Linda then turned to Jane and said certainly Ma'am. I will have that out shortly, let me know if you or your...slave need anything else. She turned away with a smile. As Linda blushed at this exchange Jane turned to her and said, "See, I told you Madge would look after you. Thick frames will easily hide those eyebrows until they grow back. No one will notice unless you draw attention to them. Lots of men, real men have eyebrow work done. No one finds the uni-brow attractive. Jane crosses her fingers that Madge hadn't gotten carried away and used a more permanent solution when shaping the brows. Now what's next on your list?" Unsure of Mistress Jane's logic but intimidated by her, Linda continued. "Mistress I was a little zoned out from the salon fumes or something (Jane smirked because she knew Madge had probably slipped something into Linda like she was. They'd have to better coordinate things to avoid an inadvertent overdose) but I think they injected Botox into my lips! They feel swollen and look huge. Do they look swollen to you?" Jane crossed her fingers under the table and gave her reply. "Now that you mention it, they do look fuller. They aren't 'cock sucker lips' but they do appear to be more 'womanly'. You did have the thin lips of a man. I don't believe Madge is licensed for Botox injections (would that stop her Jane wondered) but there are temporary treatments that salons do all the time to provide temporary fullness. I'm sure you've heard of lip plumping lipstick?" Linda nodded. "It's just like that. Within a couple of days it will begin to shrink and long before you go home will be back to normal. In the meantime, it will be easier to trace your lip line when you apply your lipstick so enjoy it. Anything else?" Mistress Jane's calm reply assured Linda that the effect was temporary and glancing once more at her face in the mirror she had to admit she loved the space created for her eyeshadow with the arched brows and the plumpness of her lips. She had always enjoyed watching her wife blindly apply her lipstick. She took out her tube and gave it a try. She wasn't as accomplished at it as her wife but she did a reasonable job of it. ...Jane smiled at this effort. "If you are done admiring yourself and asking questions, our food should be here shortly." "I'm sorry Mistress. I have one more question. I know they aren't permanent but may I ask why they lengthened my nails? I mean, I was just getting used to the ones you made me get before arriving. I am not sure how I will manage these talons." With that statement she twiddled her fingers, the light reflecting off the gloss. Before Jane could answer the food arrived. Setting down Jane's plate first and then Linda's, the waitress spoke to Jane and said, "Excuse me Mistress but your slave has beautiful nails! I could never manage something that long." She asked Jane if she needed anything else and then left. As Jane picked up her fork she said, "I am glad you asked this question last Linda. While we have been enjoying a girls day out, you must not forget that you..are..my..slave." She punctuated each word with a subtle stab of her fork towards Linda." "Why did I have your nails lengthened? First, because I chose to do so. If I had wanted chrome painted two inch daggers on you then that's what you would have gotten. Secondly, you have adapted well to the length you had so I am confident these will also become second nature to you. Finally, don't assume these are temporary. I will decide when we return to Madge to have them removed. Piss me off and you will go home with them. Now! Let's enjoy our salads shall we?" Linda swallowed and nodded. The rest of the lunch was eaten in silence. Jane wondered how Linda had failed to mention that she was now sporting a diamond stud in her nose and beautiful (but long) false eyelashes on top and bottom lids. I must ask Madge what she slipped into Linda's water. Afterwards they visited the restroom together to do their business and make repairs to their makeup. As always Linda was required to change her pad and noticed that she used her last one. Upon commenting about it, Jane stated they (Linda) would pick some up on the way home. The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping at the mall. At Jane's insistence Linda tried on many pairs of shoes, all with heels no less than five inches. They purchased a pair of knee high boots that Jane jokingly said would be perfect for Linda to drive home in and they shopped for earrings for Linda's new holes. By the time they were done, Linda's feet will aching but she didn't dare say anything because Mistress Jane was wearing the same heel height and she didn't want to risk punishment. As they began their walk to the car, Jane stopped. "Linda, I want you to walk to the drug store at the far end of the mall and pick up more pads. I will wait for you in the car. You do remember where the car is parked?" Not looking forward to walking the length of the mall twice in needle point stilettos on terrazzo but not wanting to get in trouble Linda simply smiled and said she would be glad to. "Oh, one more thing Linda dear. Please pick up more condoms for Master Rick. Get the large ones and make sure they are lubricated and ribbed. Without lube he hurts me going in. Thanks hon." As she stepped away, Jane took an innocuous fob from her purse and pressed the main button. She grinned and kept walking as Linda discovered that the new plug had a powerful motor in it. Linda's walk to the store and back was memorable. She swore everyone could hear the vibrator in her ass and she could feel it bumping on her prostrate. At the drug store she couldn't find the large size condoms and couldn't find a woman sales clerk so she had to ask a well built young clerk who smiled and showed her where they were (on the lowest shelf of course). And at the cashier, the condoms fell out of her hand and an older man behind her picked them up and gave her a wink. By the time she returned to the car she was physically and mentally drained. She offered up no resistance to the handcuffs, gag or contact lenses and even nodded off a bit during the drive home. Once home she had to scramble to get dinner going and the table set. She barely had time to change into her serving outfit and pour the scotch before Master Rick walked in the house. While Jane caught him up on the day, Linda returned to the kitchen. Following dinner Linda was called into the den for her daily punishment summary. Despite some intense distractions that day she had done very well and only received ten paddles delivered by Mistress Jane. Assuming she was to be dismissed to prepare for her nightly pole bondage Linda was surprised when Mistress Jane ordered her to get the new box of condoms. When she returned Jane told Rick that Linda had picked up a brand they had never used before and Jane was concerned about size and fit. With a smirk, Rick said that this could an issue and asked what Jane proposed. Her answer brought a flush to Linda's cheeks. "Why I think our little slave here should try one on you to see how it fits. It seems appropriate as she didn't think to ask what brand you use." "That seems like a good solution honey but I am not hard at the moment," he replied. Jane barked "Linda! On your knees now! Do whatever you have to for Master Rick to get hard and then put a condom on him. You have three minutes or I will bring out my crop until he is hard." Linda dropped immediately and without hesitating unzipped Master Rick and gently removed his penis from his pants. It was the first penis she had ever held (other than her own) and it was bigger soft than hers was hard. She could feel the warmth and feel the heartbeat. It immediately began to harden but then stalled. She could see Jane glancing at her watch and did not want to feel the crop. Linda knew what she would have to do and closing her eyes leaned closer. Using her tongue and later her newly plumped lips she coaxed Master Rick to a full erection and was able to roll the condom onto his massive cock. Jane was disappointed that she did not get to use her crop but she consoled herself with the thought that another bridge in Linda's kink life had been crossed. Soon after Linda found herself in her nightly pole tie and later in bed she was introduced to another device when Mistress Jane tied her into a pair of thigh high ballet boots. The explanation was that after sleeping in them Linda would manage six inch heels more ably. The night corset was also changed to a longer one and laced until the eyelets creaked. As Rick and Jane relaxed in the den while Linda contemplated herself in the mirror Jane spoke about Linda's progress. "Overall I am impressed with how well she is adapting to the extreme clothing and bondage. I think she will be ready soon for what's behind the mystery door. I think the mystery domme will be impressed when we reveal Linda to her. Jane told Rick that she was surprised Linda didn't clue in that some of the changes today at the salon while not technically permanent would not go away without some time or intervention. I think tomorrow will be bondage practice and high heel training. The 'temporary' ballet boots will become her serving boots by the end of her time with us. Now, all this training today, watching the salon video footage and her performance in test fitting your condom has made me horny. Take me upstairs and ravage me. Leave the adjoining room door open so she can hear us. I wonder if she knows why she hasn't been getting erections while in her cage. Hmmm.