Wayward Wife's Punishment
Chapter 24
September 19, 1994
A member suggested that I look into a potential situation that appeared
to be worth my time. The ad hinted at something well beyond what was being
asked. It simply read: "Former world-class gymnast who has gone to seed seeks
live-in trainer to instill discipline so that I can regain control over my life.
Compensation will be determined by the willingness of the successful candidate
to exchange services for services."
There was also a photo of a painfully thin woman who looked to be in her
late 30s or early 40s. She was wearing a pair of panties that hung from her hips
and a training bra with straps pulled tight against her bony shoulders. A small
smile was etched on her gaunt face. I was curious enough to send a response to
the address she provided.
A week or so later I received a reply along with another photo of her.
In this one she was stark naked, her hands by her side, facing the camera! There
did not appear to be much excess flesh on that sleek collection of skin and
bones. Her message confirmed what I had suspected.
"This body is yours to do with as you please as long as you assist me in
achieving my ultimate goal to be free of the temptations of the flesh. I
challenge you to mercilessly shape both my mind and body as you see fit in order
that I may be liberated and pure."
Two days later I moved into her little house located at the end of a
treacherous two-mile long dirt road.
October 17, 1994
It is difficult to believe that I have been Willa's guide for nearly a
month now. She is an amazing creature; a nymphomaniac, anorexic, and a masochist
with seemingly no limits to what she can tolerate. The regime I have prescribed
would have killed most women her age (38), and physical condition by now.
Her blood pressure has been raised substantially and she finds it nearly
impossible to sleep more than a few hours each day because I force her to drink
at least a gallon of double-boiled coffee daily. Threats to mutilate her
genitals had no effect on her refusal to consume so much of the liquid at first.
The repeated application of a hot soldering iron to her clitoris and the
realization on her part that losing that little hot button would significantly
impede her enjoyment of matters sexual, finally convinced her to obey me.
This combined with the diuretics she gets every day constantly overloads
her kidneys. I collect the copious quantities of urine that she generates and
use it as part of her enemas and to satisfy her need for liquids after certain
processes that I make her undergo.
During the day Willa is securely restrained with cable ties twisted
tightly around her wrists, elbows and biceps. I use a wider and heavier tie to
constrain her stomach. I love the way she screams when I bury the plastic deep
into her flesh. She currently is cinched down to sixteen and a half inches most
of the day. I use a second set to flatten what is left of her breasts and to
make breathing difficult, thus forcing her to burn more calories on what would
normally be a low energy expenditure of resources.
I am confident that she will ultimately handle a fourteen-inch tie and
nearly all traces of her breasts will have disappeared except for the nipples. I
am also sure that once this has been achieved, Willa's time on this plane of
fleshy existence will be brief at best. At night her ankles, knees and thighs
are also trussed in the same fashion unless I am using her for my sexual needs.
She receives three enemas daily, each one an opportunity to exercise her
waist by removing and then refitting it with the tie. The first one she gets is
usually composed of ice water laced with finely ground rock salt that makes her
bleed from the rectum after she voids. The second combines the essence of those
fiery peppers that grow in Mexico with water just below the boiling point.
I plug her rectum after giving her three quarts and then enjoy sex with
her. I have tried numerous positions, seeking the one that gives me pleasure and
her the most pain. To date the male superior, standard missionary position
appears to be optimum due to the pressure it applies to her swollen midsection.
Willa becomes severely dehydrated from this particular treatment and I
rehydrate her by filling her stomach with water and any available urine, all
transferred via rubber tubing that I force her to swallow.
She is an amazing sight after taking her limit, with belly bulging as if
she were in the final stages of a pregnancy. Her emaciated body will tremble
from head to toe as she reacts to the pressure radiating from her distended
abdomen. I can rarely resist the urge to have sex with her in this condition,
naturally in the same position as when she was retaining her enema. It is
strange and yet delightful to thrust deep inside her cunt which is always wet,
and watch her face slowly take on a pale bluish tinge as she struggles to draw
air into her lungs that are being mercilessly squeezed down by her swollen
stomach and the cinches around her shrunken breasts.
Willa's third enema is the most challenging. It is equal parts of
glycerine and mineral oil, both heavy, inert liquids designed to put enormous
pressure on her colon. I give her about two quarts,a slow process that takes
nearly half an hour. She holds this one for at least an hour before I remove the
bung that has been wedged into her rectum. During this retention period I may
beat her with a rubber truncheon, concentrating on her chest, upper arms and
shoulders. When she is ready to void, I make her squat over a plastic bucket
before she is unplugged, allowing her to eliminate the enema.
Even with help from gravity and her spasming colon, voiding this enema
is an agonizing process that exhausts her. By the time she has filled the
bucket, her bony body is coated with sweat and shaking uncontrollably from the
effort she has had to exert in order to rid herself of this intrusive invader. I
keep the contents of the bucket in the refrigerator for reuse, glycerine being
rather expensive. There are times that I have been tempted to give her two of
these procedures in a day, but to date my better judgment has prevailed. Perhaps
later when she is closer to liberation I can satisy my curiosity on this matter.
Willa is kept on a strict semi-starvation diet. She only gets water,
urine and double-boiled coffee for two days. On the third day I force feed her
large quantities of salted foods such as oatmeal and fatback, which I make her
vomit up once her shriveled stomach can no longer accept further food. This
process is repeated every three hours until evening. In the interim I will
either beat or fuck her, depending on my mood and needs.
This cycle seems to be optimal for weight reduction. Willa has lost
nearly eight pounds and now weighs ninety-two pounds since I became her personal
trainer. My goal for her is seventy-eight pounds; a weight that I calculate will
barely allow Willa's life to be sustained. Beyond that I do not know what is her
destiny.
November 15, 1994
To lose weight one must burn calories, which implies a certain amount of
physical exertion. However as more and more weight is lost, the person is unable
to do many things, nature's way of conserving the body. The procedures that she
undergoes are mainly passive in nature, but cause Willa to burn calories at an
accelerated rate.
Making it difficult for her to draw breath by breast cinching is a
simple example. The double-boiled coffee makes her heart race, and the diuretics
force her kidneys to function at many times their normal rate. This increases
the number of calories that she burns and thus sooner or later results in loss
of weight. Keeping her awake for more than twenty-one hours a day has many
effects both physical and psychological, but its primary purpose is to keep her
in a higher calorie burning state as is practical. Going beyond that has
required me to devise procedures that exploit her nymphomania.
Sexual stimulation causes an elevation in the body's metabolism; more
calories are expended. Another treatment that I devised also works well. I
position her so that she is hunched over a long thick dildo fixed firmly to the
floor by a suction cup. I then make her do squat thrusts so that in a sense she
is fucking herself. When she tires, I beat her tightly cinched breast bags with
a length of heavy gage twisted wire until she resumes her exercise. Only when
Willa passes out from exhaustion will I let her rest. By then most of the dildo
is coated with a thick layer of her cunt cream, another very slight loss in body
weight to be sure.
The treatment that gets the best results is simplicity itself. It uses
her body's reactions to, in a sense, damage itself. I immerse her in a bath of
ice water with her arms and legs securely restrained. After a number of trial
runs I have determined that a stay of twenty minutes will lower her body
temperature to where she is on the verge of hypothermia, sufficient for my
purposes.
I'll sit beside the tub and watch her face as the icy water sucks the
heat from her emaciated body. Her teeth will chatter so violently that I have
had to use a rubber wedge to prevent her from breaking them. By the time I
remove her from the water, she will be semiconscious and her skin will have
taken on a bluish color, signs that her body has drained itself of its small
energy reserve of calories fighting to stay alive.
I must admit that I have underestimated her attractiveness. As her body
grudgingly gives up its flesh, what remains becomes more stimulating. It's as if
her sexual essence has become more concentrated, more intense, more exciting.
What makes this even stranger is the fact that in her weakened state she has
become less responsive to the pounding I give her cunt and asshole. She seems
unable to generate much enthusiasm when she gives me oral sex, where there is
always the potential that she might manage to make me come in her mouth,
providing a treat for her depleted body. Yet, she still reacts strongly when I
go down on her hairy cunt and try to burrow completely into that perpetually wet
hole.
I have begun to use fisting as a major component of our sex lives.
Willa's positive reaction to this activity is probably due to the streak of
masochism that is part of her personality. She will actually beg me to pound her
harder as I work my fist up and down the length of her fuck channel. Her orgasms
are quite powerful and she literally breaks out in a sweat, an amazing sight
especially when she is just fresh from her ice bath. I am saving anal fisting
for that time later when her enthusiasm for this treatment has begun to ebb.
December 25, 1994
A day of joy and happiness for most of the Western world, but not here
in Willa's little house at the end of the long dirt road. Today was just another
typical day in my pupil's life. I did weigh her this morning, she is now
eighty-four pounds of concentrated desire, yearning to reach the other side that
she knows is her destiny. This morning I awoke, emptied my bladder and then had
her suck my cock. Once I was hard, I pumped a nice load of hot cum into that
hairy, bone bordered hole she calls a cunt. I have all but given up on the
possibility of getting her pregnant, but by coming deep inside her I frustrate
her faint hopes that by some miracle, or because it's Christmas, I will lose
control and come in her face, giving her a chance to consume my protein rich
sperm.
Recently I've plaited her long hair into a single braid that I use to
drag Willa from one room to another for her various treatments and procedures.
I'll pull her down the wooden stairs, making every effort to exposed her jutting
hips, bony chest and knobby kneecaps to sharp contact with the unyielding steps.
Bone bruises are extremely painful, even to a masochist. The healing process is
lengthy and naturally consumes a few more precious calories that could otherwise
be dedicated to sustaining her weight.
Once we were in the kitchen she lay on the floor as I had a nourishing
breakfast. I love to see that look in her staring eyes as she watches me chew
and swallow my food. Then it was off to the bathroom for her first enema of the
day.
I removed the ties from her legs and stomach, but took the opportunity
to see if it was possible that I could tighten the cinchers crossing her pancake
shaped breasts. This done, I made her lean forward at the waist in preparation
for the enema. Her buttocks have shrunk to the point that the bones beneath her
stretched skin are beginning to surface, giving that portion of her body an
alien look.
She whimpered as I jammed the dry nozzle into her rectum with one quick
shove and started the flow. As the icy solution flooded her bowels she began to
shake, reacting to the coldness that was robbing the heat from her body. I
surveyed her pale buttocks, noting the cuts in various stages of healing, deep
welts from the regular canings she enjoys so much, plus the minute burns made by
the sharpened tip of the soldering iron, one of my favorite training tools.
The fun really begins once she has taken the full enema, a bag and a
half. She'll hold it for the time it takes me to torment her bulging belly and
finger fuck her dripping cunt to a mild, by her standards, orgasm. She does not
disappoint me, squeezing off that little death as her bloated bowels strain
against the bung preventing her from loosing the churning maelstrom inside her.
I pull the plug free and allow her to quickly settle down on the toilet
and release the enema, realizing full well that it will be an agonizing process
as the tiny salt particles tear at the lining of her colon and rectum. Today is
no different; I watch her grimace as the spasms ripple through her intestines,
causing more and more pain. The bloody froth that explodes from her rectum also
carries away any hidden particles of undigested food that may be hiding in her
body. The associated muscular contractions sap a little more energy from her
dwindling reserves.
Now she begins to experience the first signs of dehydration, panting
like an overheated dog even though the tiled room is very cold. I rarely have
the heat on in the house as part of my treatment. My discomfort is a very small
price to pay in order for her to reach the next level of existence, the one that
needs no body.
Christmas or no Christmas, my daily agenda for my pupil remains
constant. She must ride her bike as she always does after her morning enema. I
drag Willa into the exercise room and place her spindly body onto the stationary
bike that has been modified so that when she's properly seated, her bleeding
rectum is filled with a length of hard rubber. As usual she begins to slowly
pedal once I have positioned myself so that I can use my cane on her ribs and
thighs if she slows her pace.
These days she is not capable of covering more than a mile before
collapsing, no matter how hard or long I hit her, and I have no mercy. I'll
generally get in at least a dozen good blows before allowing her to sag against
the handlebars. Willa knows that she will experience more pain in the next hour
or so, and she eagerly awaits it.
She always says the same thing, "Spare me nothing". I always do my best
to make her happy, even though she has become frail in the last few weeks,
unable to endure the type of beatings and other punishments that were part of
her normal routine in the initial phase of her training.
Today I am in a thoughtful mood, perhaps somewhat influenced by the
season of good cheer. I think about my method of addressing Willa's unquenchable
thirst for pain. It is my philosphy that any process or procedure I employ on
her is primarily focused on the goal of removing some small amount of flesh from
her body. The fact that Willa enjoys pain is a challenge, since my main
objective is not to give her pleasure, but rather damage her body so that it
will have to use additional resources to heal itself.
I would normally expect feedback from the subject that would guide the
severity of my processes. Unfortunately Willa's approach to things could be
summed up as, "Show no mercy. For me there are no limits. I have no fear of
pain, rather I welcome it; it is my friend." To counteract this I have devised a
two-phase treatment. Initially I concentrate on immobilizing her mentally. Once
this is accomplished then I can begin to damage her body, depending on her
reflexive actions to guide the level of harm that she can physically tolerate
during the session.
For some reason I am wondering what the new year will bring for both of
us. I can guess her fate, but its timing is unknown to me because of her nature.
As for myself, I will move on to another pupil, although I seriously doubt if
that individual will provide me with the challenge and enjoyment I have derived
from my association with Willa. I do wish her well in her new life, whenever
that begins.
January 20, 1995
Today is Willa's birthday; she has finished thirty-nine years on this
earth. I doubt she will ever see another. Today I have hung her by her wrists,
putting the main strain on her shoulders and upper arms. I then spread her legs
apart to their limit by using small hose clamps on her toes, screwing them tight
until they dig into the bone, then anchoring them with wire cabling to bolts in
the floor. To check on the degree of discomfort I find out how wet her cunt is.
This test never fails. Today she is positively dripping, which means that I have
probably come close to the limit of her crotch tendons. Now I want to refocus
her mind from fixating on the pleasure she derives from the pain.
Originally I used a modified cattle prod to shock her into
insensibility. It usually took four or five strategically placed jolts to
achieve the desired effect. However in her weakened state, this is too
dangerous. I am precluded from using the prod above her waist. Unfortunately
her cunt and asshole are capable of taking the maximum dose of electricity until
she literally passes out; this defeats the purpose of using it.
These days I am using a hand-cranked generator normally employed to
power a portable phone. I have discovered that gluing the leads to the sides of
her skull is the best way of transmitting electricity through her brain,
shocking it into a temporary neutral state that significantly reduces all of her
personality traits. This is basically what electroshock treatment causes in most
patients. The generator works quite well.
I must admit that I do derive some enjoyment from making Willa
experience pain undiluted by her masochism. For this reason I will clip the
leads to other parts of her head once she has been put into a neutral state. She
most certainly does not enjoy having electricity flow from between her tongue
and nose, or between her teeth, especially the ones that having fillings. I
rationalize my behavior by telling myself that I am merely calibrating her
body's response to some standard electrical input. Deep down I know that is less
than the truth, but I am not perfect.
As I prepare to shock her, Willa opens her mouth wide and sticks out her
tongue, her eyes pleading for me to give her the kind of pain that she enjoys.
Today I am in a generous mood and she gets her wish. I wedge her mouth open with
rubber shims that fit behind her teeth and clip the leads to molars with
fillings on either side of her jaw.
When I crank the generator her body goes stiff. I stop and she relaxes
against her bonds. The next time I crank the generator longer and faster,
sending a powerful surge of electricity through her teeth and jaw. She screams
and shakes her head from side to side as her skeleton-like body thrashes madly.
Her screams and frantic struggles continue even after I stop cranking.
Once more the generator whirrs as I crank it as hard as I can. Her
screams go higher and then stop abruptly. Willa's head sags against her bony
chest and she foams at the mouth while her body twitches and dances in mid-air
like some frenzied puppet struggling against the strings controlling it.
I reach inside her mouth to unclip the leads and receive a nasty
surprise that explains her behavior. The clips are too hot to touch! For a few
seconds I am at a loss. Then I realize that the teeth must be under tremendous
stress as the heated fillings expand against the enamel jacketing them. I decide
that I must take action or risk doing severe damage to Willa.
Suddenly I hear a loud click, the another and another. The two teeth are
beginning to shatter. There is now little I can do except watch as my pupil
savors a new level of pain. It is not necessary to wonder how she is reacting to
it. I can see the cunt sludge drooling from her hairy slit. I can smell the tart
fragrance that it emits as it reacts with the air. Willa has gone to a different
place and I can do nothing but wait for her return.
I survey her emaciated body, noting the sites of previous damage that I
have inflicted upon her. Her armpits are now devoid of the abundant hair that
thrived only a month ago. I note the smooth pink flesh that has formed over that
forest of unruly growth, and recall her screams and thrashing as first I ripped
every single strand from her armpits with a pair of pliers, tearing the flesh
open in dozens of places as I denuded it.
I remember her moaning with pleasure as I rubbed the black powder into
her bleeding flesh, then the look on her face as I ignited first one and then
the other armpit. The powder literally exploded, searing away a layer of flesh
as Willa shrieked and squealed, her body shivering from the pain. In less than a
minute she went into shock and remained in that state for nearly half a day.
Today she returns to me after only an hour. That time has been well
spent. I've filed her two shattered teeth down to the gum line and used a layer
of epoxy to protect the stumps from further damage. Willa seems none the worse
for wear; she's a bit dazed but does not seem to be in too much pain. I conceal
my relief by quickly gluing the leads to her temples in preparation for a bit of
mind scrambling. I give Willa a couple of lengthy jolts and note her reactions.
Her eyes are blinking rapidly and she shakes her head from side to side,
mumbling incoherently. I decide that she is ready to be damaged.
Needle nosed pliers are just the tool for tearing and worrying the thin
layer of flesh hiding beneath her stretched skin. The area around her bony
crotch receives my attention first and then it shifts to the insides of her
straining thighs. Willa bucks and grunts through clenched teeth as I open up
fresh patches of raw, bleeding flesh. I debate removing the chest cinchers so I
can rip away at the nearly flat bags of skin that were once her breasts. Instead
I compromise by using the specially shaped soldering iron to burn away some of
the skin beneath each rib on her left side. When she finally passes out, I know
that she has reached her limit for this session. There will be more chances to
torture her in the future if I practice discipline now. Tomorrow might be a good
time to give her joints a sound thrashing with the sawed off broom handle that
does such a marvelous job.
February 16, 1995
Willa now weighs just a few ounces less than eighty pounds. She has
begun to appear almost ephemeral as she nears her goal. I stay the course,
refusing to deviate from my master plan despite the obvious changes that have
occurred in her behavior over the past month. They seem to be accelerating by
the day, and I wonder if the end is not approaching faster than I thought.
This morning, like every morning, I drag her bony body into the kitchen
fora big swallow of my special double-boiled coffee. She gulps it down with
some difficulty. I have noticed that she is beginning to have problems taking
even liquids, food is nearly impossible unless I turn it into gruel by mixing it
with some of the urine I still collect from her. Despite the diuretics, the
quantity that she has been producng in recent days is significantly reduced.
As she slowly drinks, her stomach fights against the confines of the
waist cincher and compromises by expanding around the wide plastic band. Her
waist is now reduced to a fraction less than fifteen inches. Willa, as usual,
presents an erotic sight to me and I immediately enjoy that wet cunt of hers. I
am sometimes amazed at how I still respond to this wraith of a woman. I have
seen her naked every day since I began our quest, and yet the sight of that
hairy wound between her legs still excites me as much today as when I first sank
into it last September. It is hard to believe that I am now fucking her
ultra-thin body more frequently and for longer periods of time.
My cock is normal sized and it is now that I wish I was better endowed.
Soon this problem will be solved when I finally take delivery of the customized
extender that is being made for me. I wonder how Willa will react to taking a
nearly foot long monster that is five inches around. She will certainly be
spared nothing when I strap this brute over my hard cock.
Because I am in a strange frame of mind, fucking her once is now not
enough. I am still hard even after filling her cunt with my seed. I flip Willa,
my fuck toy, onto her stomach and spread her saggy cheeks apart. She grunts and
wiggles her ass as I wedge my still hard meat into her rectum. The sight of my
stiff cock sandwiched between her shrunken cheeks excites me tremendously and my
thrusts become harder and faster. It takes a very long time before I manage to
spew my depleted semen deep inside her asshole. She has begun to bleed once
more, but I pay no heed. The next enema will only cause her to bleed more, so
there is no reason for me to be concerned at this point.
(To be continued)
