Mr Red sat comfortably in a richly appointed room, waiting for his host to appear. He hoped that is was not in his host's nature to leave him waiting for long. He found that many powerful men seemed to enjoy doing just that. An effort to impress a guest with their superiority. Give them time to marvel at the opulence of their surroundings. Prove that they were important enough to be waited for, that they didn't have to hurry for anyone.
In Mr Red's case, such a effort was wasted. He was wealthy enough himself not to be impressed with expensive furniture or fine art on the walls. He just wanted to get to business. In fact, he had been much more impressed with the samples of his host's work he had seen on his way in.
The woman who had shown him to this room was the first he'd seen. She wore a strict discipline hood which covered everything, including her obviously wide open mouth. Even her eyes were covered with dark lenses. Her wrists were free, but her hands were constrained in long gloves that severely limited her fingers' mobility. She wore what seemed to be fairly standard, albeit five inch tall, high heels, but walked gingerly in them as though afraid to put her full weight on her heel. But what Mr Red was most curious about, and most wanted to ask his host about, where the devises he had seen at her crotch and breasts.
And she hadn't been the only one. As he had walked through the mansion, he had seen several other slave girls, some bound strictly in place, some with enough freedom of movement to be of some use when put to work, but none of them in a state that anyone would describe as either clothed or comfortable.
Soon the double door to the room opened, and Mr Red was gratified to learn that his host did not intend on keeping him waiting. He strode in, followed by the slave who had lead Mr Red here earlier. The slave girl carried stemmed glasses sandwiched between the fingers of each hand.
"Ah, I'm so glad you could make it!"
"Yes, and thank you for not keeping me waiting long," replied Mr Red.
"Well, I believe in getting right to the heart of the matter," replied the host.
"I do as well, but first let me simply remark how fantastic I find what it is that you've done with this one," Mr Red said indicating the slave, "What is all of this?"
"Well," began the host, pulling the slave girl up beside him and taking the glasses, "first we have the hood. Thick leather, very strict posture collar built right in." Mr Red could see that the girl's chin was held high, and that she could barely turn her head in either direction. "The leather blocks out much, but not all of the sound. She needs to be able to hear instructions, of course. Just deaf enough to be disorienting. But the real fun is in the lenses. They cut the available light by about half, reducing her range in clarity of vision. But here's the really genius part. The inside of her field of view is on the outside, and the outside on the inside."
"I don't follow."
The host held up both hands, upright and parallel to each other. "Picture your right eye. These lenses take what that eye would see on the outside, the right side, and shifts it to the left, and takes what the eye would see on the inside, the left side, and shifts it out. She basically sees in the four vertical bars, all shifted around. It took her some getting used to, but she's been in the hood every waking moment for, oh, a little over six months now."
"Ah, and there's this." He took out a monstrous keyring. After flipping through it momentarily, he found what he was looking for, a rather small key. He fitted it in to a hole in the flat surface covering the girl's mouth. After a turn and a click, he began to pull out a very wide, very long dildo gag. It was at least two inches wide, but what amazed Mr Red was that it just kept coming and coming, until he had pulled a full two feet of thick rubber cock free. Behind, the girls mouth was still ratcheted open by the hood, appearing as a perfectly round two inch hole.
"You mean that's been..." began Mr Red.
"Yes, down her throat this whole time. Usually it's only removed so that she can feed, or provide oral service. And I assure you that what she eats is far less appetizing that any cock or cunt." He slowly slid the dildo back in, than secured it with a click.
"The gloves are pretty basic. Locked at the bicep, as you can see they fuse her thumb to her index finger and her other three fingers all together. It reduces her manual dexterity considerably, but not enough to make her useless for chores. What we have on her breasts is a bit more fun."
"Yes, I had noticed that," said Mr Red. Each sizable breast was in a sideways vice squeezed tight at the base until it was swollen and purple. The girl was obviously lactating as well, as a thin stream of milk dribbled from each nipple. What confused Mr Red as that the cross bars of the vices seemed to skewer right through the breasts.
"Why isn't there any blood?"
"Look closely," said the host, gesturing Mr Red over. As he bent forward, he saw that steel tubes ran right though the flesh, allowing the skewers an open channel.
"The first time I put this on her, I just pushed the skewers through and made her walk around that way for a day, but I likely the look so much I decided to make it permanent. Of course, I couldn't have her constantly bleeding, so I had the surgical steel installed. Even if I remove the vice, which I only do when she sleeps, her breast stay malformed. The breast have part of there tight, swollen look from the lactation. I keep her on hormones to keep her producing, but I only allow her to be pumped once every couple of days. She used to find the constant leakage a source of humiliation. But I haven't asked her lately."
"Now the crotch. You notice of course that the dildo in her ass is connected to her thigh straps by a sort of mechanical harness. Walk around the room and return to us, 237."
The slave complied, and as she did a circuit of the room, the dildo pumped in and out of her ass, the mechanical mechanism transferring the motion of her stride into plunging, ass fucking strokes. Mr Red had no idea how long it was, but it was easily wider that the one in her mouth.
"Is it lubricated?" he asked.
"Yes, it has an internal reservoir that slowly pumps out liquid as she walks. I like to use pig semen. She knows it, another thing she used to find humiliating. I imagine that by now she's used to it, but I haven't asked. You can see that her cunt lips are stretched and clipped to the same straps that hold the harness to her thighs."
"Does she enjoy it? The ass fucking?" asked Mr Red.
"Well, early in her training I conditioned her to orgasm from anal sex. But I also conditioned her to only come on command, which she rarely gets. That, and it goes on almost all day. So no. No, I don't think she enjoys it.
Now the shoes. These I think I truly unique. At a glance they look like normal five inch heels, but watch." With that he reached down and unlocked one shoe from around her ankle, using a different small key on his giant ring. As he pulled the shoe off, Mr Red notice that the slave kept the foot up on its toes just as if the shoe were still there.
"Notice the heel," he said, holding it up. Mr Red did notice. Where a normal shoe would have had a concave surface for the heel of the foot to rest in, this shoe actually had a short pyramid structure, ending in a dull point. Mr Red gasped in appreciation.
"It won't brake the skin, of course, but she really can't put any amount of weight on it without quickly experiencing some pretty sever pain." He slid the shoe back on.
"But this isn't what you came for," he said, straightening. "237, go and fetch 1."
237 strode out of the room on her torturous heels, dildo pumping in and out, pussy lips getting alternately pulled forward and back. The host sat back and took a sip of his drink, then asked if Mr Red had done much fishing this year. They talked briefly, waiting for 237 to return. They didn't wait long.
237 came back in followed by an apparition. The woman, if it could still be called that, who followed her made 237's harsh bondage look like a boarding school uniform. She had undergone such stringent bondage and modification, much of it surgical, that she was barely recognizable as human.
"Good god," said Mr Red, "The pictures you send don't really do it justice. How did you get her to this point?"
"Well, I won't got in to full details, but I can tell you it's been fourteen years in the making."
