Mira's Collection

Chapter Two – Charlotte

Mira walked into her trophy hall. There was a specific tank to which she had to pay her weekly visit.

Charlotte was in Mira's collection before it technically qualified as a collection and Mira always made a point to visit her once a week. She was sentimental that way. Charlotte was from an earlier time when Mira was a little more elaborate with her captures. These days she seemed to go for quantity over quality. She made a mental note to take more pleasure in the collection process in the future, to be a bit more creative.

Charlotte's closed eyes could be seen through the eyeholes in her mask. The mask covered her entire face, except for holes for her eyes and nostrils, and a small opening in the back for her pony tail. The breathing mask and feeding tube were both connected, the feeding tube attached to her large ball gag, which in turn had another tube fed down her throat. The whole mask set up was held on by a thick, stiff leather collar which was locked.

Underneath the skintight leather catsuit with built in high-heels was the typical butt plug enema tube, and the catheter and dildo. What wasn't typical were the wires running from the dildo and butt plug all the way down her leg, connecting to the glass spreader bar attached to the sides of the tank. The wires ran through the spreader bar and into a generator. This made it so that Mira could tease Charlotte even long after batteries would have run out.

Charlotte's hands, which were taped into fists, were held tight against the small of her back, and her elbows were tied together, rendering her arms fairly useless. A corset was done up tights just under her breasts. Her legs were held spread eagle by the spreader bar. Finally, electronic nipple clamps were at ease resting against the tips of her nipples, under the cups of the catsuit's built in bra.

Mira walked up and tapped on the glass. Charlotte opened her eyes. She gave a look of sad acceptance. She had long since given up struggling and was resigned to her fate. Mira pressed the button on her control for the vibrator. Charlotte closed her eyes again. Her legs reflexively tried to buckle, but the spreader bar prevented any significant movement. Mira teased Charlotte for a little while, then activated the butt plug and set the timer on the generator to turn off after an hour. Mira then left to go plan for her next acquisition.

Charlotte was the first person in Mira's collection. She was the inspiration for the entire operation. Mira met her three years ago at a party. Charlotte was more than a little drunk, and they ended up going back to Mira's place. Her memory of the night was hazy, but Charlotte woke up with not only a hangover, but a locked pair of metal underwear. It was holding in a butt plug, a dildo and catheter. Charlotte tried to remove it, but soon found there was no way it was coming off without the key. As she ran over her options in her mind, she realized that short of using the key the only way to remove it would involve a blacksmith and large chunks of missing thigh.

Charlotte decided that it was a joke, and one that was in poor taste. She was going to get the key from the madwoman she came home with, go home, and pretend the entire evening didn't happen.

It was around that time that Mira walked into the room.
"Look whose up," she said smiling.

"What the hell is this?" demanded Charlotte.

Mira sighed. She pressed a button on a device she had rigged up this morning. Charlotte suddenly screamed as a mild shock was emitted from the butt plug.
"That's the lowest setting," said Mira.
"You're going to jail for this," said Charlotte.
Mira held up a keychain.
"You see this key? This is the only copy of the key that opens the device you're wearing. If any police show up to my house I will destroy it. Sure I'll go to jail, but you'll be stuck in that thing forever. Who has more to lose?"
Charlotte glared. Mira shocked her again, one setting higher this time.
"Try to show a little respect," Mira said.
"What do you want with me?" asked Charlotte.
"You'll see. If you have work or something you might want to get going, it's already 7. Put on your pants and go. I'd suggest coming back when you're done though, that is if you ever plan on going to the washroom again."

Charlotte didn't know what to do. Clearly this woman was holding all the cards. She decided that for now she would just do what she was told.

Charlotte had a hard time concentrating at work that day for obvious reasons. When she got off she returned to Mira's place. Mira answered the door promptly.

"You said you'd take it off if I came back after work, and here I am," she said meekly, remembering the shocks from before.
"I did not," said Mira "I said nothing of the sort."

"Well I have to go to the washroom, and said that I could. You said," said Charlotte, her eyes welling with tears. She jerked at the shock.
"Don't worry I'll get you cleaned out. Nothing needs to be removed though. Take your clothes off and wait here."

Mira left. Not knowing what else to do, Charlotte undressed. Mira kept her waiting for a while. Eventually she sat down gingerly. Not long after, she jumped to her feet in reaction to another shock.
"Stand up," said Mira.

Mira had wheeled in a strange looking device. It was long enough to be a child's bed. She motioned for Charlotte to lie down. Charlotte complied.

"What are you going to do?" asked Charlotte, nervously.

"Ssh," said Mira.

Mira connected tubes from the machine to their slots on the metal underwear. Charlotte felt her bladder empty reflexively. She was more concerned, however, with the sudden influx of water into her anus.
"Wha-" Charlotte started to ask.

Mira stuffed a ball gag in Charlotte's mouth.
"I said Ssh. You're lucky I don't shock you again."

Charlotte was given 4 enemas before she was unhooked from the machine and the ball gag removed. Charlotte looked at Mira, frightened.

"You're going to need to return here every night to be cleaned out. You belong to me now. You can show yourself out if you want," Mira said.
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Charlotte naked and scared half to death.

Charlotte returned each day, and the process was repeated. Charlotte tried many times at home to cut the device off of her, but after being punished for scratching it she quickly gave that up. When the weekend rolled around, Mira upped the ante.

"You're going to be staying here this weekend. Every weekend actually," said Mira when Charlotte arrived on Friday, "Open your mouth."
Charlotte opened her mouth. She was not going to argue, no good ever came of it. Mira produced a ball gag with a tube sticking out of it. She got Charlotte to swallow the tube so that it slid down her throat, and pushed in the ball gag, buckling it around her head. Mira then pushed earplugs into Charlotte's ears and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Then Mira pulled a mask over Charlotte's face and fed the ponytail through a hole in the back. The only other holes on the mask were by the nostrils, eyes and a small one connecting to a tiny tube sticking out of the end of the ball gag.

Next Mira had Charlotte put on a one piece, skintight, leather catsuit. The catsuit had built in shoes, and was connected to the mask by a rigid leather collar, which was locked into place. Finally, Mira laced a tight corset around Charlotte's waste.

Charlotte spent the weekend like that, being fed through the feeding tube, and cleaned out in the same manner as she was before. At first Mira thought she'd have Charlotte do chores or something, but she quickly lost interest in that. Most of Charlotte's weekend ended up being spent in a metal cage in Mira's living room.

Late Sunday night Mira released Charlotte. Charlotte continued to return every weekday for her cleaning, and now every weekend she was basically put on display in a cage. Mira was rather fond of the idea that she "owned" Charlotte. She began preparing to finalize things.

When Charlotte arrived that Friday, Mira made a few additions to her bondage. She fed some wires from the metal underwear down Charlotte's leg and out a small opening at the bottom of the leg. Then she taped her hands into fists and placed leather mittens overtop. Finally, much to Charlotte's chagrin, she pulled her hands up to the small of her back and tied them together. Mira also tied Charlotte's arms together at the elbow, effectively immobilizing her arms.

When Sunday night came around, Mira didn't release Charlotte. Nor did she Monday morning, or Tuesday, or any day since then in the past three years. When Mira upgraded from cages to her holding tanks, Charlotte was the first to get the privilege of testing them out. She was definitely still Mira's favorite after all these years, not that it was a good thing.
Mira hummed a song as she made some arrangements over the internet. She had found a pleasant surprise waiting for her when she checked her e-mail. Her next acquisition was going to be fun, and she fully intended on keeping the promise she made to herself about being more creative in the future.