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Just Like the Stories
Chapter 5
When I came back down stairs to remove her from the treadmill, she was crying in pain, probably from the extended duration of her first time in ballet heels. She was covered in sweat and did not seem to notice my entrance over the sound of the tread mill. I walked up to her quietly and rubbed some of the sweat off of her bald head. She squealed in surprise and tripped causing the tread mill to drag across the tip of one of her boots before I turned off the tread mill.
“What a shame. You were doing so well, but that single scuff is going to require me to give you five lashes.”
I actually did think it was a shame too. I do not enjoy spanking or being spanked as so many people do. I don’t find much sexual pleasure in physical abuse of that sort, but I thought she needed some sort of boundaries and direct punishments after her escapade the previous day.
I removed her from the tread mill and pulled her over to a chain dangling from the ceiling. At the moment it had a plain leather collar attached to the end which I wrapped around her posture collar so that the chain was behind her head. Using a winch attached to the chain, I cranked it so that it was taut and picked up a riding crop.
When the first strike from the crop landed on her uncovered left breast she shrieked into her gag. She tried to move away, but she could only step a couple inches in any direction. With the strict posture collar, arm binder and ballet heels on her feet, she was forced to remain standing straight and tall. Her eyes searched in front of her to see where the next strike would come from, but the opaque contacts still prevented her from seeing anything at all.
The next strike from the crop landed on her right butt cheek. She danced forward on her toes and wailed in her gag again, but could not move to avoid it more than just turning in place.
The third strike on her other butt cheek caused her to turn around to face me, so I quickly lay another strike on her right breast.
The final strike landed on her pussy which caused the biggest reaction from her of all. I am sure it was as much from surprise at being hit there as it was from pain because the straps from her corset that held in the two dildos covered a good portion of the area.
Without saying a word I unfastened the collar that was attached to the ceiling from around her neck and led her over to the bathroom area. I deflated the dildos inside her and she let out a groan of satisfaction into her gag. I removed the straps attached to her corset and pulled them free. I placed her on the toilet to relieve herself while I cleaned the dildos off and stored them away.
I cleaned her up and took her over to the chair where I strapped her in. She swallowed her evening meal with gusto, not having had food since the morning of the day before. I placed a disposable diaper on her as per the usual evening custom while she finished her food and water.
When I unstrapped her from the chair and helped her out of it, she dropped down to her knees and nuzzled my crotch. She could do little else because she was still in the heavy posture collar, corset and arm binder.
“Not tonight. I will not hold a grudge for your actions yesterday, but neither will I allow you to return to the easy way things were before. You must learn your new place in life.”
I pulled gently on her nipple and then more forceful when she didn’t immediately rise. I led her by the nipple slowly to her cell where I left her for the night. I doubted she would get much sleep at all the way she was currently dressed.
When I looked at the video of it later, I could see her leaning against the door after I left before she slumped to the ground and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter 6
The next morning when I went down to her cell, I had to carry her to the toilet and then to the chair once she was finished. Her feet and legs were so obviously sore from the previous day that she could not even stand. She had managed not to wet herself the previous night in spite of her exhaustion. I suspected that she did not like the feeling of the soiled diaper for which I could not blame her. While I reveled in the power of taking away her ability to decide even how and when she would use the bathroom, I did not feel the need to force that on her.
While she sucked down her morning food and water I undressed her completely. Once she was done with the food and water, I removed the collar and gag as well. I put her back into a disposable diaper and the straightjacket, and then I strapped her down to the chair again.
I turned on the overhead light so that I could see to remove her contacts, and then I squirted a drop of the solution into each eye. She whimpered a little at the bright light, but she did not speak as I removed them and replaced the head harness. This time in addition to the blindfold, I attached a bit gag instead of a ring or ball.
She still couldn’t stand so I picked her up to carry her back to her cell for the day. As I walked with her in my arms, she laid her head on my shoulder and mewed softly. I suspected that she would sleep most of the day if she could. I thought about putting the mattress in the cell for her, but I was saving that as a reward for something good.
When I came back for her later in the day, I found her kneeling in front of the door before me when I opened her cell door. I checked the camera feed as usual before I came down and she had been lying in the corner, so I surmised she had gotten into this position when she heard me opening the door. Without saying a word, I buckled a simple leather collar with a single ring in the front around her neck and attached a leash. She took the hint and rose to follow me out of her cell. I took her to the chair and strapped her in for her feeding. After I took the bit gag out of her mouth but before I could attach her feeding gag, she spoke softly to me.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she said.
I paused for a moment, not just because of what she said, but because of the sincerity I heard in her voice. She sounded truly apologetic.
“What are you sorry for?” I asked.
She paused a moment in thought and I pressed the feeding gag to her lips slowly giving her a last chance to respond before I put it in.
“For striking you… and for being ungrateful.”
“Ungrateful?”
“Yes, Master. I have dreamed of this almost every day of my adult life. But when I finally got it, I reacted with fear and revulsion instead of appreciation.”
“You dreamed of being kidnapped and held against your will?”
“No, I dreamed of being owned by someone who could be both kind and cruel at the same time. I always fantasized about being a slave to a Master like you.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. I had kidnapped one of the few people in the world who not only understood me, but seemed to be accepting of it as well. Of course, I would never let my guard down. Even if she enjoyed her new life, she might attempt to escape if the opportunity presented itself obviously enough. She could still be dangerous to me, and so I still needed to be careful and maintain a strict relationship with her.
“You are forgiven then for your outburst. But do not think that simply because of what you have admitted that I will be more lenient at all with you.”
“Of course not, Master. I understand why you haven’t let me see you, and why you keep me tied up. If it pleases you to see me bound then it pleases me.”
“You get pleasure from giving me pleasure?”
“Yes…” she answered meekly.
“Good,” I said as I shoved the feeding gag into her mouth and strapped it in place. “My pleasure is what you’re here for.”
I took off the straightjacket and used a simple wash cloth to clean her body in place of a shower. Once she was clean, I locked her arms in place to the chair. Her diaper wasn’t soiled, so I didn’t need to be too thorough with that part of her body, but I was anyway. She moaned into the feeding gag between swallows as I slowly caressed the lips to her pussy. Deciding, I could use a quicky, I unzipped my pants and forced myself into her. I immediately began to pump quickly, not trying to hold myself back at all. After a few moments, I thrust deeply and came inside her, to which I heard her moan in a different tone. The moan was partly of pleasure, partly of frustration since I didn’t hold out for her to climax.
I pulled out of her and placed a fresh diaper on her for the night. As I unstrapped her from the chair, I placed a simple pair of locking leather cuffs on her wrists and locked them behind her back. Then I removed the gag portion of her head harness.
“Clean me with your mouth.”
She eagerly took me into her mouth licking me clean of her juices and mine. I softly rubbed her still bald head as she went about her task. Once I had enough, I pulled out of her mouth and zipped my pants back up.
“Wait here a moment. Do not speak.”
I retrieved the thin mattress and put it in her cell. She had just had me in her mouth with no gag and had not taken the opportunity to inflict harm on me. She had earned more of my trust and a reward. I went back and led her into her cell for the night and locked the door behind her.
Chapter 7
When I came back for the next morning, I found her in the same position as before. She was kneeling patiently in front of the door waiting for me.
“Good morning, slave,” I said to her.
“Good morning, Master.”
“Did you enjoy your gift?” I said about the mattress.
“Yes, thank you Master. It was very kind of you.”
It was then that I noticed the smell of her having soiled herself during the night. And then I remembered that I did not let her use the toilet when I took her out of the cell the night before.
“Had an accident last night I see.”
“Yes Master.”
“I did not intentionally forget to let you use the toilet last night. But nonetheless, you will remain in your current state until after breakfast. I have to get ready myself while you are eating.”
“Yes, of course, Master.”
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During the next few months I developed a routine for my new slave. I fed and watered her in the mornings and evenings, as well as grooming her when necessary. On the weekends and on weekdays when I could be home, I continued her training in ballet heels until eventually she could walk in them with no trouble. After a full month went by without her disobeying an order, I gave her a chamber pot so that she wouldn’t have to be diapered anymore unless she was bound in a way that wouldn’t allow her to use the pot.
Never once during all her time with me so far had she allowed to be able to see anything other than the bright overhead light I used when I put on or took off her opaque contact lenses. After a while she began to adapt to her blind state. I also decided to keep her full body completely hairless including her head. I did allow her to grow a set of eyebrows, however, to keep her from appearing to inhuman.
After three months had gone by with no further incidents, I gave her a book as a gift. It was a book that would teach a newly blind person how to read Braille using raised English lettering as a guide. She cherished it as if it were water in a desert. I often noticed her holding it while she slept when her arms were unfettered. With nothing else to occupy her time, she was a quick study, and soon had not only learned Braille, but had memorized most of the tutorial book.
When I spent time with her in the dungeon and I wasn’t using, training or tormenting her in some way, I would often have her simply sit on her knees by my feet as I read a newspaper or watched a television show. She was often completely naked and unbound as it seemed to somehow reinforce her position as a slave as well as bondage would have. Sitting naked at my feet with not even hair on her body or head reinforced the idea that she had absolutely nothing except what I granted her.
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“I’d like to talk to you about something,” I said to her as she sat on her knees patiently by my feet.
She didn’t respond has had become her custom unless I asked her a question or she had one for me. We had conversations sometimes, but sometimes I think she enjoyed not being permitted to speak.
“What would you think if I decided to acquire another slave?”
She opened her mouth, but did not speak. She looked back and forth a bit, and then a curious look crossed her face.
“Am I not pleasing to you, Master?”
“Yes, of course you are. I am not going to replace you. Actually, I’d like your input on how to repeat the success I’ve had with you.”
She didn’t respond immediately. I understood her pause. She had not been asked what she thought about something the entire time she had been with me. She was very unsure of how to answer.
“Master?”
“Yes, go on. You may answer freely.”
“I was already a slave when you found me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I was already enthralled with the idea of being owned by another person. When you took me and made me yours, you gave me what I already wanted even if I didn’t fully know it.”
“So, if I wanted to take another slave, you think I should look for someone who already wants what I plan to do to them, either consciously or subconsciously.”
“Yes, I think so, Master.”
“I thought so as well.”
I continued reading my paper for a few moments until she asked me a question.
“Why, Master?”
It was a dangerous question, and she knew it to be so. “Why” was the most dangerous question a slave could ever ask in my opinion. It implied that they were questioning their owner’s decisions, which was never allowed. But I knew she did not intend it that way, so I overlooked the infraction.
“There are many things I desire to do to a slave that I do not wish to do to you. It isn’t because you aren’t good enough, but rather it’s because if I do something to you that cannot be undone, then I lose what I have now. For instance, what if I decided to remove your arms?”
“Of course, if it pleases you, Master. Your slave is yours to do with as you wish.”
I could tell it was difficult for her to answer that way. She was at once terrified and excited by the idea of such a permanent and extreme form of modification.
“But then I would have a slave with no arms. She would in essence be in a permanent form of bondage. But what if I then wanted a slave with arms? I could not put them back. I would need a new slave.”
“I see your point, Master. Then may I make a suggestion?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“I suggest you decide what you would like to do to a new slave first and then acquire a new slave who secretly wants to be treated that way.”
“Hmm…” I muttered, pausing for a moment in thought. “Could I count on you to help me train a new slave?”
“Of course, Master. I will do anything you wish.”
“You must understand that if you disobey me or displease me in any way in the presence of a new slave, the punishment would be extremely severe. I would have to make an example out of you. And that would make me very unhappy because I do not wish to damage you permanently if I do not have to.”
“I understand, Master.”
“Good.”
Chapter 8
One day, after having given her breakfast, bathed, and groomed her; I presented her with a few pieces of paper filled with Braille. I had acquired a printer that would produce Braille so that I could print out reading material for her.
“I want you to familiarize yourself with this, you will need it for this afternoon.”
“What is it, Master?” she asked.
“It is a detailed scenario that I would like to play out with you today.”
“A fantasy?” she asked with a smile.
“You could say that. I will be back this afternoon to get you dressed.”
She smiled brightly and began to read the prepared scenario as I sealed her door closed.
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“I really wish you could see this sunset. It is quite remarkable.”
We were walking along a cobblestone walkway behind my house, her walking beside me with her arm in mine so that I could guide her easily. Her beautiful auburn hair was curled and pulled up in a typical Victorian style bun. The red satin gown she wore hugged her curves perfectly as the corset beneath held her upper body in the ideal shape and posture. The layers of petticoats beneath gave her long dress extra body and made her appear the epitome of a lady. Her arms were covered with matching satin opera length gloves.
I was dressed in a tailored black suit with a white shirt and black tie. The shirt had a slightly high unfolded collar typical of Victorian menswear.
“Then why don’t you describe it to me?” she asked with a smile, as she leaned her head onto my upper arm.
“I think I just might. First, be careful as we’re about to step onto the grass. The ground should be firm enough for your shoes I think.”
She was wearing oxford style boots laced up a few inches above her ankle, with a slightly longer than typical heel.
“It’s a little soft,” she said stepping gingerly onto the grass. “But I’ll manage.”
“I’m sure you will,” I said with a sly smile. “Now, where was I?”
“You were about to describe this sunset to me,” she said continuing to hold on tightly to my arm as I guided her through the grass.
“The sun is just reaching the edge of the horizon, so there is still a little blue in the sky far above it, but sky across the horizon is turning orange. You can see every hill and peak in the visible distance with perfect clarity. And there is a large cloud just above the sun with a few holes so the light burns through them like a beacon in the night illuminating their shapes.”
“Oh, that sounds just beautiful.”
“Just wait. In a few minutes, there will be more colors. When the crimson comes in to match your dress, then that will be an excellent light for me to use when I throw you to the ground and pull up your dress so I can have my way with you.”
She laughed gently, “Don’t be so forward. If my father were to hear of this—“
“Your father doesn’t know what a whore you are obviously. And don’t worry, no one can hear your screams out here.”
The smile fled from her face rather suddenly, perfectly illustrated in the sunset light. She pulled her arm out of mine and stopped walking with me.
“This isn’t funny. I want you to take me home now; I think I’ve had enough of your jokes.”
“This isn’t a joke you dirty harlot. Start running if you wish, but I must tell you that you have no hope of escaping me here.”
She turned and started to run away from me as fast as she could which wasn’t very fast at all. She pulled up her dress so she didn’t trip over it, but it still hindered her progress. Her tall shoes slowed her down as well on the grass, and the tight laced corset constricted her torso, making breathing very difficult very quickly when she exerted herself. After a few dozen paces, she was breathing as hard as she could and I was right on the edge of the ends of her dress lying up behind her. I could pounce on her now, but that would just end the fun sooner. I let her run until stumbled a few moments later, frantically trying to scramble away, but unable to gather enough breath even to scream.
I threw myself on top of her and rolled her over onto her back. She tried to kick at me but her layers of dress prevented her from being able to do so. Then she clawed at my face, but her own gloves prevented her nails from scratching me. I grabbed her hands and held them down above her head with one hand while I lifted her skirt with my other hand. After the dress there were several layers of petticoats before I reached her bloomers underneath. Then I let her wrists go so I could use both hands for a moment.
“Nooo! Get off of me you scoundrel! Please someone help me!” she screamed as she pounded her fists against my chest and shoulders.
I unbuttoned my pants and pulled myself free before ripping open her bloomers at the crotch and ripping her underwear. I grabbed her wrists again and held them down with one hand while I used the other to hold one of her legs steady. The other I pressed under my knee. Then I forced myself into her eliciting a primal scream from her throat. She continued to thrash beneath me loosening her hair from its bun as I ravaged her, but she couldn’t escape my grip. After a few more minutes I thrust into her one final time exploding inside her and collapsing forward on top of her. She lay still and lifeless finally beneath me.
“That was wonderful, slave.”
“Thank you, Master. I am so glad that I could please you this way.”
“Yes, you played your part beautifully,” I said pushing myself up to stand.
Without a word she pushed her dress down and then slowly kneeled in front of me. She took me into her mouth and cleaned the juices off of my member before gently tucking it back into my pants and re-buttoning them for me.
I took her by the arm and we started walking back the way we came through the grass.
“Thank you, Master.”
“What for?”
“For the best date I’ve ever had.”
“You’re welcome,” I said through laughter.
Then I guided her back into the house and back down into the dungeon.
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