Justin
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Justine had always known she was strange. She was diminutive, only four feet six tall, but her tits had always looked too nig for her. 36D on such a small frame always made sure she got started at. She had dated. Many times. But never dated the same man more than three nights. If they wanted sex, they could have it, if they didn’t, it didn’t matter to her. She never got anything from it anyway. Her only orgasms had come at her own hands. She even let men arse fuck her, as that was supposed to be sexier, but it had made no difference.
She had read the story of Catherine on line, and even without touching herself, she had had four orgasms. What a story. A girl get changed beyond anything they could have expected, and was turned into a slut lave. She read the story at least a dozen times.
Catherine’s nipples had been covered by metal tips, giving her one inch nipples. Her pussy and been stretched, though it didn’t say how much by, and would never close again. Her clit had also been covered by a metal nub, meaning the only sex Catherine would ever actually enjoy, would be anal or oral.
Justine had never, as yet, sucked a cock, and anal sex didn’t actually do anything for her. To lose her pussy and arse was no big deal. To force her to use her mouth alone, was.
She had studied the story, and thought ?what if I could make that machine, and make it so I could never have sex again. Never gain satisfaction. Would I be as wet as Catherine??
The story had given a lot of detail, and Justine knew she could re-create what she had read. But, more debilitating. Why simply lose the pussy, when you can lose the arse as well? Why lose nipples, when the whole tit can be hidden forever?
It would take some effort, but Justine was convinced she could do it. And wouldn’t it be nice to report that the fictional ideas, could become a reality?
It took seven month of hard graft to perfect her machine, which she called the Magician. She called it that, because Justine would enter it, but she had no idea who, or what, would come out if it, but it would not be Justine.
She had no way of getting the anaesthetic Catherine had used, but she could handle the aphrodisiac. Ground viagra, boiled up, and added to orange jelly, would provide the gel . but it would not stop the pain. That was something Justine would have to endure. There was no other way. She already knew it was going to be very painful, but she had no other choice. Catherine’s machine was run by a computer, and Justine’s was going to follow suit. She also wrote the program so that no matter what she said, or did, once it started, it would not stop until the job was finished. By then, Justine would be changed, forever. She knew that if she did this, there was no way back. It was deliberate, and permanent.
She looked at the Magician and smiled. It had taken a lot of hard work to complete the machine, and she knew that once she gave herself to it, she was accepting her fate. It was af fate she was happy to accept. The end of her sex life, not that she would miss that. But she would still be able to function as a normal human being, still be able to work, still be able to do most of the things everyone else could do. Though she would not be able to sunbather topless, she would not be able to do team sports, or anything that meant shared public facilities.
Not that any of that mattered. Catherine, in the story, had contacted several people by email. Offering herself to the first taker. That had appealed to Justine. Not knowing who would come for her. She scoured the sites for what she was looking for. She didn’t want some namby pamby to come for her. What she was doing to herself would be brutal, and irreversible. She wanted someone who could and would be brutal to her later. This was a conscious decision, and her computer was set to send emails as soon as the Magician finished it’s work.
Catherine had done her stuff in two separate visits to her machine. Justine wanted it all done at a single visit. Just in case, after the first one, she bottled out. It had to be all. Or nothing as far as Justine was concerned, and once the Magician started, it would be all.
She checked a few things to make sure they would work as she wanted, she didn’t want mistakes, and she didn’t want equipment failures half way through. The machine would take it’s time doing it’s jobs, but she wanted to know that it wouldn’t fail through anything she had done.
The one thing she had no control over, was a random setting within the Magician. The size her pussy would open to, and stay open. There were three tension rings holding the dildo closed at the moment. A small pressure pad at the base, would release one of the tension springs. Only the Magician knew which one. Regardless, she knew that she would never be able to use a tampon ever again. The smallest tension ring would open her pussy a full two inches, the second would be half an inch more, and the third, would leave her wide open a full three inches. No cock would ever touch the sides, and no tampon would ever fit. She had bought rubber pants from the internet which she would wear, with a pad, when required. If, she suddenly thought, her new owner allowed her to do.
That was the other thing she had no control over. The email would give personal details, name, address, and tell them where the key to her door was hidden, so they could get into the house and claim their prize. It seemed odd considering herself as their prize. But that is exactly what she would be. And there would be nothing she could do about it. She had made sure of that.
The Magician was ready for her, waiting for Justine to give herself to it. And she would. But first, she needed to get fucked for the last time. She would still, hopefully, have the guy’s juices inside her when she started the machine. Not that it mattered, the dildo’s were both self lubricating, and she guessed that the viagara would also serve a purpose and make her wet.
It wasn’t for that purpose she wanted sex. It was simply so she could remember why she was giving it up, why she was destroying all chances of ever having it again. And by the time the Magician had worked his magic, that would be it for her.
The guy she had arranged to meet was someone she met down the pub the week before. She had agreed to meet him, though he would not be allowed back to her place. She wanted sex in the park, and then she would leave him and make her way home, alone, and give her self to the Magician.
The night had been something of a success, but now she knew why she was giving up on sex. They guy she had chosen had been okay, but she had to suck him a good ten minutes to get him hard enough to penetrate her. and even then, it had been wham, bam, and thank you ma’am. He had finished inside her, as she had planned, but she was no closer to orgasm when he had finished, as she was when he started. It wasn’t his fault, she simply want that great on sex. But the Magician would take care of that for her.
She took the gel from the fridge and held it to her lips. The drug would take anything up to an hour to work fully, and she had a few things to do before she gave herself to the Magician. It would give the drug chance to be working when she finally did so. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would get one final orgasm.
Drinking the gel she couldn’t taste the drug, as the orange jelly flavour was stronger. She knew, now, that everything was out of her control. She didn’t fear what would happen, she already knew all about it. She feared the future, as that was something she had not been able to plan for. The computer would choose her new owner. The computer, when started, would contact one single person, and offer him the chance to watch her on webcam. He would be able to watch what happened to her from four directions at once, and when the show was over, her computer would send him the email with her address, and the location of the key.
First, though, she needed to shower.
Undressing she stood in front of the mirror. She had never been ashamed of her body. Though small in stature, she was blessed with larger breasts than she should have. They had always dropped a little, but the Magician would put that right soon enough. Her waist was slim, her flat stomach was due to much gym work in the past three months. She had always wanted to look here best for the Magician, and she had done well.
As the hot water cascaded over her, she felt the first tingle from her pussy. The drug was starting to work already. Perhaps the enormity of what she was doing was turning her on. She pressed a finger to her clit, but quickly pulled it away again. She had promised herself she would not play with herself, no matter what. She belonged to the Magician now. Her body was only on loan to her for a short time more.
Towelling off, she checked her shaven pussy. She again stood looking in the mirror. This would be the last time she would ever see her body like this. Within an hour, it would be modified totally, and forever. Even her new owner would not be able to repair the damage the Magician was about to do to her.
She walked to her computer and turned it on. Finding the program she was looking for, she started it. The program ran through a short list of names, pausing on each for a second, then moving on. It would take ten minutes before the computer chose her potential new owner, by which time, Justine would be all set on the Magician, and ready to start. She would not know who the computer had chosen. A green light would come on in the Magician’s room when the webcam had been activated, and he was watching, moments later, it would start, and even by then, it would be out of her control.
Moving to the room she closed the door behind her. The Magician stood, foreboding, silent, waiting. Waiting for her. She knew that Catherine’s story had only set in motion something she had dreamed of for a long time, and now she could do it.
The twin dildos were set on a narrow piece of wood that would raise and fall between her legs, the depth of the dildos controlled by the Magician. The metal corset in which she would be encased was a technical work of art.
Justine worked for a company that had designed freeze welding. It was for use in places where welding needed to be done on the spot, but neither heat or sparks could be used. Gaseous areas. They had developed a way to freeze weld metal together. The corset that the Magician was going to put on, would use this technology. And once on, it would never be removed. she knew it was actually too small for her. But the Magician would make sure it closed.
She had considered a collar as well. Just as Catherine had done, but if no-one came for her, she would have to go back to her life as it was before. Well. Not totally, and she wouldn’t be able to explain a thick metal collar around her neck.
That was the worst of Justine’s fears. That the computer chose someone who didn’t then come for her. The Magician would release her from its grip when it had finished with her, though she doubted she would be able to walk for some time. If no-one did come for her, she would still be able to function, still be able to work. If someone did come for her, she would only do what he wanted her to do.
Positioning herself over the twin dildos Justine adjusted the thin board, lifting it up, hearing it click on the ratchets. It would need to be released from under the board, and once Justine was in position completely, she would be unable to reach it until the Magician released her.
She leaned back against the rear of the machine and placed her hands behind her. She felt the metal cuffs, and placed her hands inside them. The Magician would snap them closed when he was ready to start.
She kept an eye on the light above the door. It was still red, so no-one was watching her yet. As soon as it turned green, the Magician would start work, and Justine would be changed forever.
She didn’t even see it happen. The light flashed once, and turned green. Justine had been looking elsewhere at that moment, and it wasn’t until she felt the cuffs snap around her wrists that she knew she was being watched. There was nothing she could do now to stop what had started. She hoped, pure hope, that she would get at least one last orgasm before it was all over. But that was now down to the machine she herself had built. There was no-one else to blame. Not even Catherine.
The cuffs tightened holding her hands behind her, ad lifting them upwards. She could feel the pain in her shoulders already. The dildos between her legs pushed up, forcing their way inside her. She heard the ratchet click three times. This was as far out as they would ever be. She had been arse fucked, and she had been pussy fucked, but never both together, the feeling of both holes being invaded at the same time, was turning her on. Maybe she should have tried that before. But now, it was too late. That option was being taken from her. As the dildos started to move, thrusting in and pulling out of both holes together, Justine could feel how wet she was getting. She had never been this wet, or this turned on before. Was it the dildos? Or was it the drug? It didn’t matter, it was just so good.
From in front of her two arms began to extend. In her story Catherine had deprived herself of her nipples. Justine was going to be much more extreme than that. The two arms coming towards her held twin metal cups. These would cover her entire tits, forcing them into the cups. Not only would her nipples be of no use to her, but the whole of each tit would be encased in metal.
At the same time, the lower arm began to extend, bring the corset closer to her. It was currently open, but once it reached her, the hinge would allow the Magician to close it around her. She had not tried it on, as she would never have been able to close it around herself. It would need the power only her machine could supply to do that. And it would.
The cold metal of the corset reached her first, the hinge spreading from under her tits, to almost between her legs. A small extension had a inch wide flat piece of metal with teeth, similar to alligator teeth. Once the corset was pulled tightly around her, this piece would cover her clit forever. The teeth would bite into her flesh around it, so she would not be able to get anything under the metal plate to get to her clit that way. Once the Magician had done his work, there would only be her mouth available.
She felt the corset start to close around her. She knew there would be a gap at the back, but the hydraulics of the Magician would pull them together. She knew it would pull on her ribs, and maybe she would have to learn a new way of breathing, shallow breathing, her waist would also be condensed, and once freeze welded in place, nothing on earth would get it free again.
The metal cups now made contact with her tits. Her arms held high and back, prevented her from pulling away, had she tried to do so. Not that pulling away would have helped. The arms would simply keep on extending until they found the purchase they were looking for. She could see as the cups covered her tits. Total encasement had been her aim, and as the cups rested against her rib cage, she knew she had succeeded. Nothing of her tit flesh showed outside of the gleaming cups. She stared at the rivets in each cup. They would split open as soon as they were popped into place. Opening up inside her tits, preventing them being pulled out.
The dildos were now driving deeper inside her, and she could feel that rare warmth that started in the pit of her stomach. Her thighs were wet with her own juices, allowing the larger dildo in her pussy to slide easily, and deeply. She didn’t know how much was still outside of her pussy, it didn’t matter. The Magician was bring her ever closer to her own orgasm.
Just then Justine noticed that the green light had gone out. There was no-one watching her. Whoever it had been, had turned off, abandoning her to her fate, alone.
She screamed at the Magician to stop, to wait, she wanted someone to see, but the Magician heard nothing. She felt the corset pulling tighter around her, squeezing her into it, her ribs bending under the pressure, her waist shrinking as the hydraulics worked there magic.
Pain shot through her whole rib cage, as she heard a metallic click, and the two sides of the corset came together behind her. Her breath came ion shorter gasps, partly because of the corset, and partly because Justine was so close to her orgasm, she could almost taste it.
She looked frantically at the light, willing it to turn green again. Her email. With her details, would only be sent out at the end of the modifications, and only then to whomever was watching her. The computer had chosen them at random, and Justine had no idea who had been watching, she wanted them back, and quickly.
She knew that now the corset was closed, the Magician would soon complete his task. Her clit was already covered, and she could feel the teeth biting into her body up both sides of her clit.
She prayed that the light would turn green, but the blood red colour blinked back at her, as she heard a whirring noise from the Magician.
?Oh God no? she heard herself scream. ?Not now, please, not now?
The Magician heard nothing. It had a job to do, and it would do it. Only humans changed their plans halfway through a task, machines were indifferent to emotions, and simply obeyed their programming. As the Magician was about to do.
Justine could feel the dildos ramming harder and deeper inside her, she had no control over her body now, as she gave herself to it. She tried to make the orgasm last, but she knew she couldn’t. her screams of ecstasy were married to her screams of pain. The dildos rammed as deep as they could, putting pressure on the pressure pads on the wooden horse between her thighs. Immediately, the tension springs were released, slamming against the walls of her pussy and her arse, sending similar rivets to those in her tit cups, into the walls of her pussy and arse, making the inserts permanent. She did not know, yet, how wide her pussy had been forced. Nor her arse. The whole thing was like two spectrums, open wide, spreading her holes. The one in her arse was touching, and had now become a part of, her lower bowels. The one in her pussy had crashed against here cervix. Never again would Justine feel anything that was put inside her by men.
Simultaneously, the electro magnets that the Magician controlled, were activated. The metal cups covering her tits became huge magnets, dragging the rivets into her tits. Justine screamed loudly as she felt the rivets forced in, and felt them opening inside her.
She glanced up at the still red light, before she lost consciousness. The magician would support her for some time yet. This was also part of the program. Her modified body would be held in place for the night. In the morning. Justine’s new life would begin.
It had been three days. Three days since Justine was altered for all time. Her plans had gone wrong, though the Magician had not failed her. She had planned for someone to watch her ordeal, and then come and claim her. But they had turned off before the end, and had not been sent their details.
Her computer had recorded what had happened to her, and she could send the stream to anyone she wanted, but the computer would not reveal who had watched her for a while, could have become her owner, and then turned off too early. Leaving Justine to live her life the way she now was.
Unlike in Catherine’s story, Justine had actually gone out and bought clothes that would fit her after the modifications. She had known how slender her waist would be, and her tits. She knew that when her week’s holiday was over, in just four days, she could return to her work, and her life.
Her biggest problem was the pain. She had been on painkillers since she had awoken, still held by the Magician. He had released her an hour after she had awoken, allowing her to collapse to the floor, her arms I agony, but not as much as other, more tender parts of her body.
Though the pain had diminished, it had not gone. The worst was that she had to sleep sitting up. She had tried lying down, but it had taken so much effort to get up again. She had not thought about how hard it would be to sit up wearing the metal corset. And the twin linings in her arse and pussy had made matters worse. For the past two night she had slept in a chair, not even trusting to sleep on the sofa, in case she slipped during the night.
She knew she had enough food to last until she went back to work. She had bought sufficient in case her new owner had wanted to stay at her place a few days, before moving her. Now, she had enough for herself, and food to spare. Before the modifications had always had a healthy appetite, but now, perhaps because of the unforgiving corset, her food intake was much less. The pasta salad she would normally have eaten all of, lay half uneaten, her stomach already feeling full. She knew that if this continued, she would lose weight rapidly, and with it, energy. She would need to get some vitamins at the first opportunity.
She was fully aware that her bowels were functioning properly. The intrusion had done nothing to stop that. In fact, it seemed to be making her ablutions easier. Perhaps because instead of having to squeeze through a small hole, there was now a hole that she could fit three fingers into at once. Her pussy was also larger than she had imagined it to be. She always knew when her bladder was full, but, she could feel nothing as she used the toilet to relieve herself. The metal casings were doing their job perfectly.
She had stopped and looked in the mirror several times. Even though she had known what she was doing, was a aware of how drastic the changes would be, she still couldn’t get over the slim waist, the curve of her hips, and the firmness of her tits as she walked around. No longer did they bounce with each step. They did nothing, they simply sat still on her chest. The covers glistened in the lights, as if daring her to remove them. But that was not an option.
By the Saturday, with only two days before returning to work, Justine had, at last, started to dress. The jeans she had bought fitted her waist perfectly, but they were now tight in other areas. She knew that this would attract attention to herself, but she also knew that she could do nothing to prevent it. She had never actually dressed down in the past, but her new shape would make it harder to stop people watching her. Her chest, now standing high and firm, didn’t need a bra, but she had decided to wear one anyway. If only for memories sake. The jumper she wore curved around her new tits, bringing these to the fore as well.
With this new body, she knew she would be able to attract the men. Unfortunately for her, they were now useless to her. Even prince charming would have done nothing for her now.
The rubber panties she had started to wear had felt uncomfortable at first. It took some time to get used to how tight they felt. Cotton panties would not stop any leaks from her open pussy. And having no feeling there, she would never know, until it was too late, and very obvious, that she was leaking.
She had always worn flat heeled shoes, but they no longer seemed to go with the body she had, and the clothes she now wore. The three inch heels she had bought some time back, now suited her better than ever.
The Justine looking back at her in the mirror, was totally different to the Justine that had originally built the Magician. That Justine was gone forever. The new sexier, and yet sexless, Justine looked back at her.
Knowing, now. That no-one was coming to claim her, Justine knew she would have to face the world with her new body. She would obviously need more clothes. Only the ones she presently wore would fit her now. All of her others were too wide at the waist. None of her skirts or trousers would stay up.
She knew she had no choice.
Getting into the car was a challenge. She could feel the twin inserts as she lowered herself into the driving seat. This was another thing that had not been meant to happen. Had she been claimed, she would no longer have to drive anywhere. But now, she had no choice. Sitting straight backed in her seat, she could only just reach the pedals, and had to move the seat slightly forwards. It was all new, strange. This was something she had not anticipated. She had been so sure that someone would have come for her.
Slowly, she moved the car out of the drive and headed for the shopping centres. Other than the way she actually felt, there was nothing unusual on her way to the shops. It was when she got there that she suddenly felt self conscious. She knew she would be attracting attention. Not because of anything she was doing, but simply because she was wearing very tight jeans. Few men, even married ones, could resist watching a girl with tight jeans as they passed by.
The other things she didn’t anticipate, thinking her sexual days were over, was the inner feeling. The attention was actually turning her on, and she could feel the warmth inside her building up. Even before reaching the first shop, she had to call into the toilets. She knew she could do nothing to help herself towards orgasm, but as she pulled the rubber panties down, she could see how wet they had become. Her pussy was leaking, badly.
In Catherine’s story, she had used a plug to stop the leaks, but Justine, who was never actually really sexual. Had not considered this, thinking that her days of getting turned on would end when she rendered her pussy useless. It came as a shock to her just how wrong she had been. She used a lot of toilet paper trying to fill the insert, to limit the wetness. Even then, she knew it would not last long. She would need a plug of some sort, and very soon. Her panties would stop leaks only for a while, of this she was certain.
Dressing, and checking that her jeans were not showing any signs, she walked back to her car, all thoughts of shopping forgotten for the moment. She needed to get home and do something about the problem.
Perhaps the thought that she was getting turned on, made her even worse. She had only been home two minutes before she headed for the bathroom. The toilet paper was drenched as she pulled it out from the insert. She had never known herself get so wet before. In two days she would be back at work, and working with men. She couldn’t imagine the embarrassment she would feel if any of them knew how wet she was now getting. The leak, more like a river, needed to be plugged.
Searching through her drawers she found a old, no longer used, vibrator. She tried filling the insert with it, but, it was too small. Not only would it not stop leaks, it fell out as soon as she stood up.
Justine sat on the toilet and cried. What had she done? The idea had been to remove sex from her life, and fins a new owner. What had happened to her was totally unexpected, and unwanted.
It had taken a butt plug to fill the insert. No dildo she could find was wide enough to fit securely. She had felt embarrassed as eh went into the adult store and asked about them. Trying to say it was for a friend of hers, as a joke. She was sure the guy behind the counter knew it was really for her. The smile on his face told Justine that.
He had kept his eyes on her tits during most of the conversation. She didn’t know if he knew what was under the jumper she wore, and was sure he would be shocked if he could see. Men usually expect to find fleshy globes on a woman’s chest. Not metal.
As she left the shop she could already feel how badly turned on she was. Had she ever felt like this before the modifications, she would never have done it. In the past sex was a take or leave it option. Now, now it was too late, it seemed she was permanently turned on. Something had caused a chemical imbalance, keeping her turned on all the time.
She stopped at the nearest public toilets and pulled down the rubber panties. She couldn’t feel the release, but she heard the splash as her juices dropped into the toilet. Justine didn’t know what to do. The plug would stop her leaking, of that she was sure. But she was also learning rapidly, that she would need to empty her pussy regularly, if this trend continued. How much could a pussy hold? And how long would it take for this feeling and effect to wear off. Would it ever wear off?
She knew, now, that returning to work was out of the question. It wouldn’t take long for one of her colleagues to realise there was something strange and new about her. Not only her figure, which had changed dramatically since her last day at work. Some of the best minds in the country worked with her. It would only be a matter of time before someone guessed. They may not guess exactly what she had done, but they would know something was wrong.
She had enough money in the bank to last a few months. As long as she didn’t go mad with it. She would also get severance pay, which would help.
She typed her resignation, with immediate effect, and read it three times before emailing it to her boss. She knew he would try to persuade her to stay, but she knew she couldn’t. had her original plan worked, a resignation would have been sent automatically after the Magician had done it’s work.
She saw in her mind time after time, the green light turning to red, already too late to stop the Magician. That single moment had changed her life completely, and not how she had wanted it.
For a full day Justine simply sat at home. Trying to think of things that would stop the eternal feeling inside her. She now wanted sex. Wanted it more than anything. Her nipples tingled, as did her clit, though there was nothing she could do to make contact with either, and relieve the pressure.
Four times she had taken the plug out, and each time had released more juices in one time, than she had perhaps in all the times she had in the past.
It was impossible. It had to stop. But how? There was no relief, and no way to get relief. She felt her hands drift to her tits, finding only hard metal under her fingertips. She needed relief. It was driving her crazy.
In desperation she went to her computer. She ran a search for sadists, real sadists. Were there any out there? Maybe they would find a way to get her some relief. She found three who claimed to be sadistic, but when she chatted to them, and mentioned her modifications, they all backed away, and ended the conversations.
One man in the ?chat room? had not said a word. It was as if he was logged on, but not physically there.
She was about to exit the room when a message appeared.
?Why??
It was the silent man.
?Why what?? she typed.
?Why the modifications? Why so extreme??
?It is going to sound strange, but I read a story, and wanted to test it out. I didn’t really think it would all work. But it did?
?You are looking for a sadist. Have you ever been hurt before? Before the modifications??
?If you mean hit?? she responded. ?No. ?
they ?chatted? for over an hour, during which time Justine told him much about herself, even to the point of telling him that before she used the machine, sex was a thing she did occasionally, and never got real satisfaction, and now, now it was totally impossible to get satisfaction, she craved it, was eternally turned on.
?How does that make you feel?? he asked.
?frustrated. Worse than that. Annoyed. I wish I hadn’t done it now. The whole plan was a failure.?
For another hour that chatted and then he suggested meeting. He could arrange to get to the town she lived in the following day, and they could meet somewhere populated, so she would feel safe.
She though about it for a while. Did she want to feel safe? Dud she actually want to be out in public at all?
He hadn’t said he could solve her problem. Nor did he say he would make it either better or worse. In fact, he had hardly said anything about himself at all.
?Meet me at my house?? she queried.
?Only if you want. You don’t know me, remember??
?I didn’t know who the emails and web address were sent to? she replied. ? So not knowing you really isn’t something I can complain about, is it? Please let me have your email address, and I will send you the details. And where to find the spare key. I haven’t yet recovered it. Just let yourself in. that is what would have happened if the other guy had not switched off the stream before the end.?
Justine knew she was putting herself in potential danger. But what the hell. Had everything gone right the first time, she had done exactly the same there.
She didn’t sleep well that night. The thoughts that someone would enter her house, without knocking, and could do anything he wanted, was adding to her sexual frustrations. She imagined him fucking her, even though she would not feel it, imagined him coming deep in her pussy. None of this helped. Her frustration grew accordingly, but she could not get the idea out of her head.
It was almost dawn when she finally got to sleep. She had decided to undress first. She would be as she would have been had someone else came for her. She knew he would have asked to see the modifications anyway, so this simply saved the time. She knew she was acting through desperation, but didn’t care.
Justine was still asleep in the chair when he entered the house. He stood looking at her. What was most obvious were the corset and her metal encased tits. There was not an inch of flesh showing anywhere on her tits. The cover up had been totally complete. The base of each metal cup was pressed tight against her chest, so nothing would get under it. The heads of the rivets could be clearly seen, eight around the rim of each cover. If, as she had said, they had split open as the entered her, there was no way of getting them out without ripping her tits to pieces. They were useless now, but would be just as useless if anyone tried to remove the covers. She had not done things in half measures. He couldn’t see the back of the corset, but he could see the shape it had now given her. To accommodate that, her internal organs would eventually rearrange themselves. A few years from now, if anyone found a way to get it off, her, she would be totally mis-shaped.
That she had done this to herself, or at least, made the machine that did it, was beyond most people’s comprehension. But not his. He had been about to leave the chat room that day, when she started telling the other three the modifications. He watched as they all took steps backwards, and one by one had left the room.
He had been fascinated by her. If she had done what she had, he was interested in meeting her. Now, standing before her sleeping form, he could see she had not lied. Her legs were closed, so he could not see her pussy, but he guessed that as she had been truthful about the other things, she was probably being truthful about what she had done there as well.
He was still watching her as her eyes flickered, and she started to waken, sitting up with a star5t as she realised he was there.
Justine couldn’t find a voice, nor words. She simply stared at the man looking down at her, with a smile on his lips.
?Hi?. His voice was gentle. Not what she would have expected from a self confessed sadist, not that she actually knew what to expect. ?I am James. You must be Justine. I was admiring your modifications. They look stunning?
Justine was still at a loss for words. Now he was here, she didn’t know what to say. Her mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.
James sat down in the chair opposite Justine, and she saw his eyes drop to her crotch. Slowly, she opened her legs. Even though he had not said so, she knew it was what he wanted. He cast a quick eye between her legs, seeing the tip of the corset coming down and totally covering her clit. As with her tits, access was now completely removed.
?How far do the teeth go in?? he asked, referring to the crocodile teeth surrounding the clit plate.
?Half an inch? she finally managed to say. ?they won’t come out. ?
?You seem to have done a pretty good job of destroying yourself, Justine.?
Justine looked over at him, and could only nod.
James made no attempt to come any closer to her, and Justine was able. After a short time, to relax. She knew he could have done anything before she had awoken, but he hadn’t. and even now, he was sat opposite her, where she could see him clearly, and perhaps take evasive action if he did something she was not happy with.
But he was happy to talk.
And talk they did. Once again she ran through her life to date for him. He smiled, even laughed at some of her antics, but listened seriously when she told him what had inspired her to build the Magician. She even found and let him read the story of Catherine.
?So what now. Justine. You want a Master to own you still??
Justine didn’t know what to say. That was exactly what she wanted. It was what Catherine had got at the ends of her ordeal, though no further details had ever been added. Whatever happened, it had to be better than living alone with what she had done to herself.
After a few moments, she nodded, unable to find the words.
He told her to sit down, and he left the house, returning a few minutes later with a brief case. He opened the case and lay it on the floor in front of her, so she could see what was in it.
?Those five rings are for ankles, wrists and neck.? He started. ?In a few minutes I am going to ask you to put them on, and it will be your own choice as to whether you do or not. But first, I have to tell you about them. They are made from a high density steel. They actually weight more than they look. They are also bio-magnetic. They are activated by your own body heat, closing when the inside of the rings get warm. However, and this is why you must make the choice yourself. They will not unlock. The bio-magnets are continuously fed from your body heat. The slightest body heat keeps them active, and locked. If you decide to put them on, I will take you from here, and you will come and live with me. I am not promising you an easy life. It wont be. You will earn your keep, in any way I decide. If you disobey me at any time, you will be punished. The choice, Justine, is yours. If you decide not to put them on, I shall pick up the case, and leave, and you will never see me again. If you do put them on, it will be for life. That is your choice.?
James sat back in his chair, watching her. He could see her running things through her mind, and left her to it.
?May I ask what you plan for me?? she asked.
?No, Justine. Whatever I plan for you, you will find out later. You make your decision without knowing.?
She looked up at him, and knew it was pointless asking him again.
She looked long and hard at the case. There were, as he had said, five metal rings. Two were three inches wide, and two were even wider. Clearly the widest ones were for her ankles. The last ting, larger in diameter, but only two inches wide, was obviously the collar..
She knew she really had little choice. The past few days had shown her that even a short walk down the street, left her feeling self conscious. She had not felt that way once since James had arrived.
Slowly, she picked up one of the larger cuffs.
?It cant be removed?? she asked.
?NO. it cant. Once your body heat warms the inside of the cuff, it locks and even the slightest body heat will keep it locked.?
Justine looked again at the cuff in her hand. She knew that if she put it on, she was sealing her fate. She still knew very little about him. She had told him everything about herself, but he had said very little about himself.
But she also knew that had her original plan worked, she would know nothing about the person who had come to claim her.
With trepidation, she held the cuff around her ankle. The D ring obviously went to the side. Within seconds she felt the cuff close with a small click. She had now accepted James’ offer, and he smiled as he watched her put the second ankle cuff in place. He smiled broadly as she picked up the first wrist cuff, and he heard it snap locked. Moments later the other was also in place, and she was reaching for the collar. James stopped her as she held it in her hands, moving it to her neck.
Taking the collar from her, he stood up and walked around, behind her.
He held the collar to the front of he neck, and smiled down at her, as the inside of the ring warmed to her flesh, and closed. Justine had accepted him, just as he had accepted her.
?Do you have a long coat?? he asked her.
?Yes, but it is upstairs?.
?Go and get it. Put it on, but nothing else. You will not be needing clothing again. And any that you do get, will be supplied by me.?
Justine was already half way up the stairs before she realised that he had just told her she would spend the rest of her life naked. As she passed the mirror, she stopped for a moment. The cuffs and the collar, shone brightly. Somehow, they did not look out of place. She knew she had made the right decision.
Maybe her plan had worked out well after all. Either way, it had still not been her choice. She knew, even then, that making decisions was a thing she would never be allowed to do again.
TO BE CONTINUED
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I hate my step-mother. She’s a nice woman and all, and she’s been nothing but great to me, but I still hate her. There’s nothing that she could do that would get me to stop hating her. She could give me a kidney, drag me out of a burning building, shove me out of the way of a moving bus, or take a bullet for me and none of them would keep me from hating her. I could never tell her that I hate her though. She wouldn’t understand my reason for hating her. I hate her because she stole my dad...
Kelly was the first to wake up in the morning with a slight headache, and was staring at her father’s sleeping face upon opening her eyes. He’s so cute. She smiled and reached out to touch him, but stopped as the previous night’s images flashed through her mind. We… had sex last night, after coming home from the hoedown. I had sex with my own father. She sat up against the bed’s headboard and looked out at nothing in particular. As much as I’d like to blame the alcohol again, I WANTED what...
IncestMy name is Rohini and my my age is 32 years. I live with my husband in Delhi. My stats are 32-37-32. For those who don’t know me please read my earlier stories on Indian sex stories. For the past 3 weak I have been having rigorous sex with my watchman, driver and gardener. Since my husband was out of the city for 1 month the driver and others used to the stay the night in my bedroom itself. We drank , partied, danced, even called hookers and had sex with them. It was turning out to be the best...
IncestI’m back in the burbs of Chicago and the dread of what I need to do hits me like a garbage truck. Of the tasks Carlo has given me, the only one that I’m looking forward to is learning the dance. I do a little research online and make a list of recordings to listen to. Carlo and I must be sure to train with the same music. I call Rondell and ask if he will coach me. He doesn’t know the Paso Doble, but he’s at least seen it. He competes in classic and modern ballroom dancing events and because it...
Hello iss readers mai hamesha iss ki stories padta hu to socha kyu na apni life ka bhi ek hasin lamha apke sath share karu …mera naam kunal hai aur meri age 20 hai mai jaipur mai rahata hu hamari joint family hai aur bada ghar hai. Meri badi maa ki age 29 hai wo bahut hi khubsurat husn ki malika hai unko dekhte hai mera man sex karne ka ho jata hai … Baat aaj se 2 saal pahale ki hai mai hamesha unhe nanga dekha karta tha jab wo bath liya karti thi. Kya batau dosto unke bare mai unke wo bade...
The next morning we both showered together. May was in a playful mood as we soaped each other down. Before I knew it, I had her bent over, her hands grasping the shower bar as I rammed my hard cock in and out of her very wet and hot pussy. We both came in a short while then finished up our shower. As we got dressed, we kissed and touched each other. I was so in love at that moment I couldn't stand to not be touching May. After dressing we went up to the main cabin and I called my financial...
Hello all, Mai Rucha Raval hu. Meri Age 19 hai. Mai Gujarat se hu aur mai gujarati hu. Mai mera ye first time incident ap sab se share karne ja rahi hu, please comments dena raval rucha at yahoo dot com pe. Mai mere bare me batati hu, meri height karib 5 feet 5 inch hai, weight 56Kgs hai, mai bohot fair hu, mai wealthy family se belong karti hu. Mei body size 34 29 38 hai. Mere hairs brown color ke hai aur sholder tak hai aur curly hair style hai. To ye mera second incident hai jo mai apse...
Magic is real. Someone told me that as a kid, and I never forgot it. Obsessions start that way, you know? One person does one thing at the right time on the right day and boom! You're obsessed. One of my childhood friends, Trevor, was this way about vinyl records. His sister, Natasha was that way about the Shadow's Pierce series. We all get obsessed over the little things. I used to be obsessed over magic, but now my obsessions are a bit more, primal. A lot more primal. It all...