Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 20 – Belinda's Wife

I was now the wife of the cruel cold Belinda. The iced-diamond blonde beauty was my husband-girl and, though I was too devastated to realise it at the time, Norna had become my stepdaughter.

I was in a daze of distress. I felt betrayed by Jackie. I wanted to howl my tears and sob my pain, but I was surely tame girl now and had no right to express myself in that or any other way. My feelings were irrelevant.

My pain was double. The mental torment of being deceived by my loves, Jackie, and Mi Li, and even by the pretty schoolgirl Norna hurt me. The physical pain of the horrible stitches with which the lips of my cunt were sewn so tightly closed, would not have hurt half so much if this for me, my wedding, had been the occasion of joy I had so dreamed of. This being no occasion of joy, my sewn-up girl-lips hurt and hurt terribly.

So disorientated was I at the way I had been treated and tricked, that I can hardly recall the rest of my wedding day, the feast the toasts, the congratulations given Belinda by all assembled, at her having wed such a wonderfully sexy and beautiful girl as I, and the unsubtle jokes hinting at the close upcoming joy of taking a deeply sexual all-girl-girl like me to bed.

I must have managed to smile for a time. Then I know, because I was told much later, and only because I was told, having no recollection of it myself, that I fainted and had been taken to Belinda's bedroom and put to bed naked by Mi Li and Mina.

The next morning I awoke early to find that I had slept entirely alone in Belinda's bedroom, my husband-girl's bedroom: our bedroom. I showered and dried myself and took time to brush out my hair and prepare myself for the day with the brushes and combs make-up and other girly paraphernalia that had been moved into Belinda's room for me from my old room.

I dressed for the dawn of my married life, in a black micro-miniskirt and white sleeveless vest. Pantiless and braless, I sat on the corner of my bed, feeling misery compounded by fear, and the constant reminder whenever I moved, of just how tight were the stitches that sewed my cunt lips closed together.

I wore, of course, the simple gold ring on my left hand confirming my married state. Within my cunt I wore also, the gold eternity ring tight around and piercing my clitoris. And, painfully reminding me of my sub-girl status, I wore the cross-stitches with which my delicious nectar-pot slit had been sewn completely closed.

Once more that very morning I had experienced the extreme unpleasantness of having to let my golden piss trickle from between the sealing stitches of my completely infibulated cunt. That at some time soon I would experience the horror of menstruating whilst savagely sewn securely shut, shivered me with a shudder……..

………Then a knock came on my door.

I stood barefoot in my micro-mini and vest top, instantly, obediently.

Mina's pretty blonde head popped around my door: "Your husband wants you in Jackie's office now", she ordered.

I was observance itself. I did not even pause to find shoes. I just moved as fast as I could to go down the stairs and knock on the door of Jackie's office to await my order to enter.

I stood outside the door of Jackie's office for over a minute, though it seemed more like an hour as my heart pounding with fright, before, "Come", instructed Belinda's ice-cold contralto voice.

I entered timidly. Belinda was alone with her daughter Norna: my stepdaughter now.

"Wait there!" Belinda snapped pointing to a spot just inside the door as I entered the door and closed it quietly behind me.

I stood my ground as ordered, putting my hands behind my back and lowering my head, to signify my subservience to my husband-girl's commands.

When Belinda at last paid me attention, she was, in fact, sweet and kind, even though her tone of voice also conveyed that what she told me next was not open to question in any way shape or form.

"I did not marry you for love Katrina", she began. "Your head seems to be full of silly romantic girlish dreams, so let us be clear on where we stand. I did not marry you for love. I do not love you. I have never loved you. I will never love you."

My heart had already been broken by Jackie's betrayal of me on what was surely meant to have been the day of her wedding me, so this statement could not hurt me any more than I had been hurt already.

"You could say that I married you for debt", Belinda continued. "I have known Jackie for many years. Her businesses have taken an unexpected financial tumble recently: problems with a bank loan and taxes. With interest, you owe her a cool million by now. I agreed with Jackie that, to help her out, I would take over the debt you owed her. But I was not going to take over your debt and leave Jackie with any hold over you, so I made it an absolute condition that you be made to marry me."

"I am going to make you officially my secretary so that you become tax deductible. Norna is already on my books for the same reason. My lawyers in England are handling the paperwork on you right now".

"You can think yourself very lucky that you married me. I do not need your repayments. Where I am concerned, your debt is cancelled. I have paid Jackie all you owed her. You therefore no longer need to work as a 'model' or whatever it was that you claimed to be".

"However, I am not going to have you idle. You are highly educated and highly intelligent, and I have a genuine need for, a butler, a maid, a chef, a gardener, a cleaner, and for a secretary of substance; not just a notional appointee for tax saving purposes. Norna will look after the telephone and voicemail. You will do everything else, whether at my command or my daughter's".

Belinda looked at me with what appeared to be a genuinely kind smile as she told me all this. Perhaps, after all, I had been wrong in my assessment of her. Perhaps, after all, she was not the cold unfeeling cruel vixen I had somehow from first sight of her, and from all word heard of her, begun to conclude she must be.

"I am essentially heterosexual Katrina", Belinda advised me. "You are a very beautiful and very sexy girl, but I have no use for you. I do not want you sexually: I will never ever want you sexually."

"Norna was born from a love affair with the man I married when I was as naïf as you seem to have been in your teens. She is not the product of today's artificial insemination. She was a love-child, till my man did me the honour of changing my name by wedding me to legitimise her by giving her his surname."

"I have changed my surname by marrying again since, and I've been divorced by both men……….Two changes of name and two failures." Belinda looked vulnerably sad momentarily as she recalled this, and I longed to comfort her, moved as I was by her obvious pain.

"I have no use for you as a lover", Belinda continued. "But you are an asset that has cost me a great deal of money". So you will continue, with Norna's assistance, to maintain your physical charms at the utmost peak of their perfection, in case I ever find a use for them".

"I have no use for you as a lover", Belinda reiterated, "but neither either am I going to have you made love to by anybody else, least of all by you yourself."

"I had your cunt sewn closed. But, for a sexy needful driven girl like you, Katrina, I fear that the sewing-up of your cunt lips is not sufficient protection of your chastity."

"Whilst ever you are my wife, and that almost certainly means forever henceforth Katrina, you are forbidden, absolutely, finally, unquestionably totally and utterly forbidden, all sex. You will never in any circumstances whatsoever, enjoy the pleasure of sex ever again. Do I make myself clear?"

Tears were tolling from my eyes as I answered obediently, "Yes mistress".

"Let me hear you say that clearly Katrina".

"I will do as my husband orders me", I sobbed.

"Good" announced Belinda, with a note of satisfied sadism now seeming apparent in her tone, after all

"Go back to your room, or rather our room. Norna will go with you and witness, on my behalf, that Mina and Nina, who work for me now, dress you in what you will wear forever in the daytime from now on".

From being uplifted by my husband-girl's initial surprisingly gentle tone as compared with the reputation I had given her in my mind for cruelty, my heart now sank deeper than the galaxy's core at the lifelong sentence that had just been so casually pronounced upon me.

Just because I had married a girl who had no use for my physical love, she was, as was entirely her right of course, sentencing me, her wife, to a life forever without physical love. For a red-blooded all-girl girl like me, it seemed that the frozen desert that I must endure forever from now onwards might just as well have been called what it was: the sentence of a living death.

I could not stop the tears that rolled down my face and the twitching of my sensual lips, contorted as they were by my horror sorrow, as I obediently walked with my step-daughter, the pretty little redheaded Norna, back to the bedroom I had woken in that morning. As I returned to that room I did so with less hope than even the no-hope-at-all that I concluded I had at waking for the day.

In that bedroom I stripped naked. Mina and Nina did not talk to me as they prepared me. Mina and Nina did not talk to me because, from henceforth, nobody was allowed to talk to me and I was not allowed to talk to anybody without my husband-girl's prior permission.

With patient care, the girls removed every last vestige of my nail varnish, before trimming my nails, the lovely nails I had taken such pride in growing impractically femininely long, back to close-to-end-of-finger length. They then bathed my face to remove all trace of make-up. And then they sat me before my mirror and used electric shears, to slowly and carefully trim my head hair to stubble.

Nextly, Norna brought a bowl of made-up lather, and my head was soaped thoroughly as a preliminary to it's being shaven utterly and completely bald. And I watched in the mirror and from the corner of my gorgeous brown eyes amidst the flickering mist of my tears as my lovely hair was being gathered off the floor and dumped into a waste sack.

Bade to stand, I put my feet into crude rubber sandals, that appeared to have been made out of recycled car tyres. No more for me it seemed, was there to be the stunning glory of my stupendously tremendous legs displayed in high heels.

I stood next, and watched in obedient misery as around my waist was passed a strong steel belt, hanging down from the back of which was a slim-profile-gauge but strong flexible stainless steel multiple-hinged plate that, after covering my anus and indeed the hemispheres of my bottom, was shaped to go down between my legs and to cup my sewn-up sex before touching my belly, as it fitted me thoroughly as if tailored, as indeed it had been, and being padlocked irremovably in place at the metal belt's front.

This was my double-chastity belt completely preventing access to my front and rear lower love-tunnels. Indeed, the front of my chastity belt was covered in meaningful cruel and businesslike outward facing alternating one-inch-long and half-inch-long spikes to discourage any attempt at getting anywhere near my beautiful love-slit.

Over my head was fitted a stainless steel branks: a scold's bridle. This branks comprised four strips of stainless steel, forming a plus-type cross from the aerial view, and leading down to a neckband. The front of the branks, where the strip of steel divided to go either side of my nose, was hinged to open out so that the branks would go over my head and could then be shut and padlocked in place at the sides of my neck, where the two halves of the neckband met for that very purpose.

Running around the front of my branks, rising up from the neckband, was a chin and mouth cover, leaving put a tiny round hole in front of my lips through which a tube could be inserted to enable me to drink. This was the "chastity belt" for my third love-tunnel, my lovely livid living loving lips.

Now they brought to fit to me my defensive brassiere. It too was made of hinged stainless steel. It had curved hooks in lieu of shoulder straps. These were put over my shoulders, and my huge breasts were contained within its perfectly semi-circular half-globe cups. Then its hinged wings, the "bra straps", were soon being padlocked at my back. And my breasts were thus covered and defended from any touch including my own, by being totally contained within the half-globe bra cups, and by the total surfacing of the half-globes with the same meaningful cruel and businesslike outward facing alternating one-inch-long and half-inch-long spikes that also protected my cunt from being touched.

So that I should no longer be able to display and entice even with my pretty hands, I was having armpit long black rubber gloves rolled up my slender upper limbs.

A clear plastic tube was fitted to a drainpipe at the base of the cup in the chastity cover over my lower love-lips, and taken up to the hole in my mouth shield. There it was pushed through so that I could quench my thirst during the day with the only sustenance I would be allowed: my own piss: my girl-pee.

To ensure that any incontinence of faeces would be looked after during the long hours I must spend endlessly in my imprisoning anti-love anti-sex protection, tight fitting rubber panties, like schoolgirls' knickers but in black rubber, were pulled up my legs, till their leg-holes squeezed the tops of my thighs just below my buttocks, and they could be pulled over my steel protected bottom, and then stretched over my front, where the area where my cunt was defended by the outward facing sharp spikes, saw those spikes sticking warningly through the tight-stretched black rubber material.

Because the holes caused by my warning-off, warding-off spikes were self-sealing, my tight black rubber knickers would capture and contain my faeces, any escaping urine, and also ministrate to any escaping menstruum when my periods were on. Thus my belly could be filled with water at the start of the day, and I could thereafter be worked endless hours. I could and would be expected to sustain myself by drinking my continuously recycling urine. I had no need of the bathroom for defecation either, as I would be expected to defecate into my rubber knickers so as not to have to leave off from my duties at any time.

Now, and finally, they brought my horrible black rubber gown. It was simply and solely a head-to-floor all-round robe: a shroud. I must lift my arms so that its loose rubber sleeves could slide down my gloved upper limbs. It thereafter covered me head-to-floor, being placed over my branksed head, and then manipulated in order that a narrow gauze-covered horizontal window-slit was located so that I could see through it.

This narrow gauze-covered horizontal window-slit was not only my only means of looking out at the world; it was also my only ventilation under the heavy rubber head-to-floor completely covering shroud.

I was thus covered, draped over for all the world like a human tent. Like a sheet being used by a child to pretend being a ghost, this black rubber cover flowed down from my head in folds, till it dragged on the floor all around distantly from my feet, so completely did it cover and disguise me.

I was shapelessly and formlessly covered and hidden. I was secreted from the eye of humanity. I was de-sexed. The overpowering wonders of my enticing ensnaring exceptionally emphatically erotic girlness were completely hidden and forbidden.

I was dressed, purposely dressed, to be unsexual. The wonderful gift of beauty that my girlness gave to the world was to be hidden from the world for evermore now. I was still sexual girl. I would still have desires, urges, needs, longings, wanton cravings, but any hope of any satisfaction of these was to be both forbidden and physically impossible for me for evermore from now onwards.

I would still secrete my nectar. I would still pour my piss. I would till menstruate my blood. I would still eject my faeces. All these human and girl processes were not denied me. But I would and could no longer have physical love. I could not even feel a touch. I could never again be kissed, not even with the most sisterly of lips.

As I walked covered head-to-toe in my black rubber cape, the hem of which dragged on the ground at my rear, I was already late for the first of the seven-day-week sixteen-hour days that I would henceforth be constantly available to work as Belinda's unpaid secretary and all-round slave.

As I walked covered head-to-toe in my black rubber cape, the hem of which dragged on the ground, so fully covered that I was showing not even a micro-millimetre of flesh, I was beginning my life of forever-enforced chastity.

As I walked covered head-to-toe in my black rubber cape, the hem of which dragged on the ground as I glided along not even revealing my toes let alone my sandaled feet, I was even passed unrecognised by Jackie.

"Katrina?!!" Jackie's lovely loving voice enquired as she turned and realised the shapeless black rubber-blanketed form that had just glided past her in her ground-floor corridor, must be me……

………But I was Belinda's wife now, so I must ignore the love of my whole world, my whole universe, my whole being, my whole soul, and my whole life. I must ignore my Jackie and obey my husband-girl and forever and forever forego my freedom, my humanness, eye contact, smiles, touches, kisses, embraces, tenderness, conversation, compliments, seduction, my sexiness, satisfaction, satiation, sex, life, love, forego indeed my very girlness.