Chapter 2
There were no clocks and no windows in the dungeon, so Debbie (as she
thought of herself after a long night of pain, lust and confused
thoughts) couldn't really tell that it was morning. But she assumed it
was morning when Mistress came back. Debbie's walk was still perfect
even after walking around all night. She was nearing collapse her legs
shaking and her whole body trembling. She was covered in sweat, she was
desperately thirsty and she really needed to pee, but none of these
things kept her from keeping up the walk prescribed by Mistress
perfectly. She simply couldn't. By now she also found it very hard to
think of herself as "John" anymore. That person seemed to be so far of
in another life, more like a dream.
Mistress had two slaves with her. Giselle had been washed and given a
fresh new uniform and she looked she better than the day before, even if
she still looked a little shocked. She was still chained like the last
time Debbie had seen her and she was still struggling to keep up with
Mistress with her tiny mincing steps. The ring gag made her drool and
her chest and the front her uniform was already wet with it. In her hand
she held a leash leading the other slave after her. The slave was a
woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. She was wearing the same
brutally restrictive corset as Giselle and Debbie and a collar with a
leash and she wore a very tightly tied ring gag like Giselle, but here
the similarities ended. Her hands had been enclosed in leather mittens
that folded her hands, not into a fist, but rather into a cylinder
ending in a cone. At the end of this was a D-ring. The mittens were tied
tightly around the wrists with wide straps. Each arm had been folded and
encased in a black leather binder, completely fusing the forearm and the
upper arm together. The hands in their mittens were then folded back
over the shoulders by a very tight strap connecting the D-rings on the
mittens. She was walking on her elbows and knees, doggy style, her legs
tied in binders similar to those holding her arms. The feet sticking out
of these binders were encased in ballet-toed shoes made of hard black
plastic ending in a sharp point, with no heels. They were pointing
straight up and looked like they were several sizes too small. In her
ass and pussy were two huge blow-up dildos sticking out several inches
with the bulbs to pump them up swinging with each "step" she took. She
had been shaved completely bald and on her forehead had been tattooed
the word "toilet".
Debbie saw this only in a glance. Mistress took up all her attention.
She was absolutely stunning again. On her legs she wore thigh high red
leather boots with ultra-thin metal 6-inch heels. She had on a red
leather miniskirt and wore a red corset-bustier combination, red rubber
gloves going all the way up to the middle of her upper arms and she wore
a subtle red choker. Her gorgeous red hair gathered in a tight bun,
making her look even sexier in a very menacing way. Debbie was
transfixed, but she kept on walking not daring to incur Mistress' wrath
again.
Mistress stood silently watching Debbie prance around. This silent
watching went on for several minutes before Mistress stopped Debbie just
as she came up to her. By Mistress side was the trolley from the night
before loaded up with several new syringes and bottles of one kind or
the other. "Tired slave?" she asked Debbie. Debbie nodded. "Need to
pee?" again Debbie nodded. "Need to shit?" Debbie shook her head.
Mistress removed the plug in Debbie's gag, put a straw in one off the
bottles and fed the straw through the hole. Debbie drank greedily
noticing vaguely that it was orange juice. When she had finished the
bottle, Mistress picked up another one and fed it to her. This time it
was thicker with an indeterminable taste, more like liquid food. When
Debbie has finished this, Mistress repeated the process: first a bottle
of orange juice, then liquid food. Debbie was nearly full by the time
she had drunk two sips of the second bottle of orange juice, but a
stern: "Finish up" from Mistress forced her to go through both bottles.
The last gulps had to be forced down. Her stomach couldn't hold very
much since her waist was constricted brutally by the corset, but she
didn't dare defy Mistress. She would very much have liked to have the
gag taken out since her jaw ached something awful, but Mistress made no
move in that direction. Instead she put the plug back in place in
Debbie's gag.
Mistress went behind her and released the strap holding Debbie's
genitals from the corset. She went around to Debbie's front and untied
the strap around the head of Debbie's penis. As the blood flowed back so
did the pain. Her genitals immediately began to swell from the beating
of the night before. The pain was excruciating and Debbie began to
scream and cry while she tried to writhe away from the pain. "Stand
still and shut up, you worthless slut!" Mistress shouted and slapped
Debbie's face several times, hard. Debbie stood still, shaking and
whimpering. "You are going to learn to accept the pain without making
such a fuss little whore" Mistress told her, "as a slave it is one of
your functions to be punished. Get used to it". Mistress took her
bruised member in her hand and Debbie responded immediately. In spite of
the pain she began to get hard. As Mistress released her leash from the
rail above she said: "You performed adequately in the walking exercise.
So you will be rewarded". With this stepped in the hollow behind
Debbie's left knee forcing her down on her knees. She the motioned the
slave with "Toilet" tattooed on her forehead forward. The slave crawled
forward on her knees in manner that suggested that she had been doing
this for some time. Mistress introduced the slave: "This is my mobile
toilet Shannon. She used to serve as one of my attorneys, until she one
day suddenly developed a conscience and tried to contact the police.
Nowadays she just serves me eating shit and drinking piss when it's
needed or just more practical than going to the bathroom. You will piss
in her mouth and then she will give you your reward". With that Mistress
put Debbie's swollen cock into Shannon's mouth. At first she was
hesitant, aghast at the very idea of urinating in someone's mouth. But
she really needed to urinate, so when Mistress grabbed her by the hair
and ordered her to piss, she just let go. Until she let loose, she
didn't realize how much she had needed to urinate. She tilted her head
back in relief and the urine rushed from her into the other slave's
mouth. She could hear her the other slave gulp trying to keep up with
the flow but the piss just kept on flowing. When she finally finished
Shannon sounded like she was choking, coughing desperately. Mistress
stood beside Debbie gently holding her head with both hand, stroking her
hair. She kicked Shannon in the ribs: "Stop that shit and give the bitch
her reward". So still coughing Shannon began to suck Debbie's dick.
Debbie instantly became rock hard and began to moan with pleasure. And
so she came: Mistress pressing her head gently against her thigh, she
standing on her knees with her dick in a toilet slave's mouth, screaming
with ecstasy, thrashing, feet drumming the floor, her aching body and
bruised genitals forgotten, completely embracing her new sissy self,
banishing her old life for good.
Afterwards she was completely spent, her eyes barely able to focus,
panting with exertion. Mistress stroked her hair gently and said: "Can't
rest now. We have so much to do". She yanked Debbie's leash upwards,
forcing her to get to her feet. Debbie stood up with shaking legs. She
was so tired! But Mistress was already leading her towards the trolley.
"Stow away that bitch" Mistress said to Giselle, pointing to the toilet
slave on all fours. Giselle led the slave crawling into a corner where
she tied her leash to a ring in the wall. She tied the leash with so
little slack that the toilet slave's face was touching the wall. Since
the ring was placed so high in the wall that is was above her head,
there was no way she could rest; she had to remain standing on all
fours.
Meanwhile Mistress had rubbed Debbie's breasts and ass with alcohol and
was preparing to inject Debbie again. During the night Debbie had felt a
tightness in the skin across her chest. Now as she was being injected
with the substance (presumably some kind of hormone) the feeling
increased, and Debbie understood that she was about to grow real
breasts! The shock of this realization was somewhat diminished by the
fact that she was so tired she felt ready to just fall over and sleep.
This didn't last long though as Mistress injected the third syringe into
her buttocks. Peculiar warmth spread through her and she became
strangely awake. Not less physically exhausted, but wide-awake. She
still felt like collapsing from the exertions, but no longer felt the
need for sleep. Though her brain didn't work very well and her mind was
overwhelmed and confused by the events of the last 24 hours, she could
still see that this didn't bode well for the hours to come. Mistress
wanted her awake to take whatever came her way.
This proved to be correct at once: "Let's get you washed, you filthy
little swine. Even disgusting whores like you should be cleaned up once
in while," Mistress said with cruel twist of her lips "After all; you
have big day ahead of you". She led Debbie to the place she had started
yesterday, where the chains still hung down from the ceiling. Here she
removed Debbie's collar and leash, her shoes and her arm binder.
Debbie's arms were almost numb from being in such an awkward position
for so long and it felt almost unnatural to return her shoulders to
their usual place. Her feet hurt from their confinement, and it didn't
feel right to be standing flat-footed again. As Mistress threw away the
items she removed from Debbie, Giselle minced around in the background
cleaning up after her and getting things she would need later. The first
thing Mistress did after chaining Debbie's arms above her head and
raising the chains until Debbie was once again dangling above the
ground, was to tighten the corset further. Debbie's body had adjusted to
the corset during the night and she had gotten used to constriction,
thinking at wasn't really so bad after all. Mistress saw to it that this
stopped immediately. She sent the little fiendish corset-tightening
robot to work again and before long Debbie felt like she was being
crushed and couldn't breathe. Gasping for air she didn't put up much of
a struggle; it was useless and she couldn't breathe properly. When the
machine had finished Mistress measured her waist again: "Hmm. 18 inches.
Still room lots of for improvement" she noted somewhat dismayed.
Mistress the tied her ankles again so that her legs were spread. As
Mistress went around to her back and spread her ass cheeks, Debbie knew
what was coming. She felt the intrusion in her ass and the pumping
sensation that made sure that the intruder couldn't be expelled. Once
again Mistress was thorough. After 5 enemas Debbie was crying, mewling
into her gag, trying to make Mistress stop. Of course Mistress took no
notice. She produced a water hose and washed Debbie in icy water. As she
hung there, shivering from the cold, she was pleasantly surprised as
Mistress rubbed a sweet smelling shampoo into her hair. The pleasantness
stopped abruptly as Mistress washed the shampoo out with the icy water
from the hose. As she hung there cold and wet Mistress began gently
toweling her with a nice and warm towel. The shifts between brutal and
gentle treatment from Mistress left Debbie very confused. And very
aroused. As soon as Mistress touched her gently with the towel she began
to get hard. By the time Mistress finished Debbie was throbbing with
desire. The ache from yesterday's beatings was still there but now it
seemed strangely irrelevant, like it was supposed to be there. After the
drying, Mistress rubbed her with the sweet smelling cream again. The
skin on her face and body, which would never again grow even the
smallest bit of hair, began to feel very smooth indeed, even to her.
Needless to say this was even more arousing than the drying had been,
and by the time Mistress had finished, Debbie was moaning and writhing
with lust, her cock twitching, about to explode. Mistress couldn't help
but notice and began teasing the helpless slave. Ever so gently she
would stroke Debbie' twitching member until Debbie was just about to
come and then she would take her hand away. Soon Debbie was mewling
frantically with frustration. She needed to come so bad!
After an indeterminable period of time Mistress stopped her teasing and
took out a new pair of shoes for Debbie. This time the shoes were simple
and elegant, black with lockable ankle-straps. The heels were again at
least 6 inches; ultra-thin metal spikes. They were squeezed onto her
feet, again being at least one size too small. Once the shoes were on
Debbie's feet, Mistress lowered her to the floor. As she came down
Mistress released her hands and put a broad and constrictive collar on
Debbie's neck. Her hands were left free, but Debbie wisely didn't dare
do anything with them, but letting them hang down her side. It was an
immense relief to be able to let her arms assume a normal, unrestricted
position.
Mistress attached a leash to the collar a led Debbie to the make-up
table. Here Giselle, who of course followed Mistress like a shadow
unless told otherwise, had her hands released so that she could blow-dry
Debbie's hair and set it in the appropriate feminine style. When she had
finished, she soundlessly taught Debbie to apply make-up. More than 30
times she had Debbie first apply then remove the make-up. The first few
times she made an awful mess of it and when this happen, Mistress would
take a lipstick and make a mark on the make-up mirror which had been put
on the table since last Debbie had sat here. Mistress said nothing in
way of explanation, but it was fairly clear that Debbie was going to
punished.
When Debbie had applied the make-up to Mistress' satisfaction, that is
to perfection, she made Debbie stand and led her to the large mirror.
Debbie again saw herself, not as the boy she had been, but as the sissy
slave she was fast becoming. The creature in the mirror had long sexy
legs and her feet wore sexy high-heeled shoes locked to her feet with an
ankle strap with a padlock. The jaw-wrenching black ball-gag was still
in place and the collar looked even more restrictive than before. Her
skin looked soft, if covered in welts most of which were beginning to
take on a bluish color. Her waist was constricted into a nice hourglass
shape and if you looked very closely (which Debbie of course did) you
could see tiny breasts beginning to grow. To offset this very feminine
picture, the slave girl also had a huge throbbing erection. Debbie so
wanted to grab that erection and begin masturbating frantically.
Mistress spotted the desire at once: "I think we had better make your
filthy, throbbing little thing safe from those hands of your, don't you,
vile slut?" Debbie forced herself to nod as Mistress took first one of
her hands and encased it in a mitten of thick, black leather. It forced
her hand into a strange cone-like configuration with the thumb pressed
into the palm, while the other fingers were straight, but folded in over
each other. The mittens were strapped to her wrists with a wide leather
band and at the other end sat a ring. Soon both her hands were encased,
rendering them useless. But of course this was only the beginning.
Mistress then folded Debbie's hands behind her back up between her
shoulder blades and strapped them together at the wrist. Debbie's
shoulders strained, her chest were pushed forward in a very painful
manner. The pain caused Debbie to protest into her gag. A strap was led
through the rings on Debbie's mittens and then through a ring at the
back of Debbie's collar. Mistress pulled this strap until Debbie's hands
were touching her collar and Debbie was crying, fearing that her arms
had been broken and her shoulders pulled from their sockets. The
finishing touches were a strap pulling her elbows together and a strap
going around Debbie's front, pulling the elbows until her arms lay flush
with the her back. The pain was constant and unbearable, but of course
this only made Mistress happier: "Stop whining, you useless cunt" she
growled menacingly while grabbing Debbie's still erect member "don't
pretend you don't like it". Debbie sniffled a little and tried to take
her mind of the pain. She had to admit that she was getting turned, or
rather that she had now entered a state were she was constantly aroused.
Even when it hurt, or maybe especially when it hurt.
"It's time to punish you for those sloppy make-up jobs you did" Mistress
began, "Now that it is presented so nicely I think we will start with
that skinny little ass of yours." Debbie began to dread the oncoming
punishment. "Stand where you are, facing the mirror. Feet together. Bend
forward a little and stick that skinny ass out" Mistress instructed her
"You may scream all you like but you will not move your feet until I
think you've learned your lesson and tell you so". With that Mistress
took up position behind, picked up a riding crop and began swinging at
Debbie's upturned ass. The force of the first swing caught Debbie by
surprise and to catch her balance she took a small step forward.
Mistress instantly became incensed at this violation of her orders.
"Stupid cunt! Can't you follow orders, sissy bitch?" Mistress came
around to face her and grabbed her dick hard, pulling it upwards. Then
she swung the riding crop from beneath hitting Debbie squarely in the
balls. Debbie's world exploded with pain, but as her legs began to give
out Mistress held on tightly to her cock keeping her upright as Debbie
gasped for air. Thanks to Mistress merciless pulling of her penis Debbie
stayed upright whining in pain. Mistress leaned in close and hissed:
"We'll start again, only this time it'll be harder and longer. Hold the
position." Debbie again assumed the position; feet together, slightly
bent forward, her ass sticking out. The punishment commenced, blows
falling hard on her ass first, then the backside of her legs, moving
around to the front. Debbie was soon screaming with pain, tears ruining
her newly applied make-up. Mistress seemed to prefer the make-up of her
slaves to be destroyed by the tears of punishment.
Finally Mistress thought she had had enough. Without further comment she
grabbed Debbie's leash and began dragging her out of the room, Giselle
mincing after them, trying to keep up. They left the room leaving
Shannon, the toilet slave, behind.
As they walked down the corridor, Mistress checked to see if Debbie's
walk was satisfactory, but she needn't have checked, the long night had
drilled this into Debbie.
They soon came to another dungeon. Entering the room Debbie saw a group
of men gathered. There were six of them, just chatting. Bryce was among
them. As Mistress entered the conversation stopped and they all turned
to the newcomers. "Good morning gentlemen. Here is your pupil," Mistress
motioned towards Debbie. To Debbie she said: "These kind gentlemen will
teach you how give a good blowjob. Pay attention. I will not tolerate
anything but perfection and you will be punished for your failures. I
have one rule before I remove your gag. No speaking whatsoever. You may
scream when being punished, but not a single recognizable word comes out
of your mouth before we fix that voice of yours, understood?" Debbie
nodded. She was feeling her nakedness very acutely with all these men
staring at her, and she was very nervous about giving a blowjob for the
first time. Mistress removed Debbie's gag. Debbie had trouble closing
her mouth; it had been wrenched open for so long and her jaws were stiff
and numb. Then, with a slap on her ass Mistress pushed her in the
direction of the men, saying "Enjoy!" as she left the room together with
Giselle.
Debbie stood facing the men, not knowing what she should do, if
anything. She didn't dare meet their eyes and looked down, noticing that
she was again sporting a throbbing erection. As she blushed she had to
admit that she was getting turned on. For a moment nobody moved. Then
Bryce stepped forward and grabbed her by the neck. And much to her
surprise, he then kissed her deeply. Debbie's surprise soon gave way and
she found herself responding to the kiss, kissing Bryce back. She closed
her eyes and let herself be swept away by the sensation. Once again she
was confused by the sudden swings, from pain to pleasure, from
gentleness to brutality. She gave up what little fight she had left and
went with the flow.
When Bryce pulled away she was panting, her cock once again twitching
with desire. The others were laughing, commenting what a slut she was,
but Bryce looked her deeply in the eyes. It was as if he was looking
into her, probing to see what he would find. Debbie couldn't tear her
eyes away, completely hypnotized. "You are going to suck my dick, only
good. Real good" he said in a menacing tone. His face was impassive, but
there was no mistaking his tone. She had better get it right. Debbie
shivered. Whether it was with lust or fear she couldn't be sure, but the
men saw it and snickered. Without further ado Bryce held out his hand
and someone handed him two leather straps. He bent down and buckled one
tightly around her knees and the other around her ankles. She stood
swaying a little, trying to keep her balance. While still holding her by
the back of her neck he stepped in the hollow of her knee, forcing her
to kneel down. She was now kneeling in front of Bryce. He pulled up a
chair and unbuckled his pants, taking out his member. "Before we start I
give you some instructions about what to do and what no to do. Follow
these or you will get a mark on the board" Bryce pointed to a whiteboard
on which was written:
"Poor technique", "Sloppy execution", "Lack of enthusiasm" and finally
"Speaking out of order".
Bryce then proceeded to give Debbie very detailed instruction in blowjob
technique. She listened with rapt attention because she knew she would
be punished if she made the slightest mistake, but also because he had a
mesmerizing effect on her. When he had finished his instructions, he
pointed to his half-erect dick and said: "begin, stupid whore". She was
hesitant, unsure of herself, but slowly she bent forward and took his
cock in her mouth. As she began to lick and suck Bryce's cock quickly
became rock hard filling up her mouth, and just as quickly she found out
that she liked doing it. Soon she was completely absorbed in was she was
doing. She tried to remember what she had been taught; tried to stay
focused, but quickly she was just sucking and licking ahead with no
plan, no technique, lost in the moment. When Bryce came she swallowed
his load trying to keep up with the flow, but still some of it ran down
her chin. She savored each drop, loving every moment of it. The first
dick she had sucked and already she knew that she loved it.
Bryce, however, wasn't happy. As soon as he was done he yanked her head
away, leaned in and shouted into her face: "You stupid cow! Didn't you
hear anything I said? Or didn't you want to hear, you filth, disgusting,
worthless sissy whore?" Debbie was shocked at the ferocity of his
shouting and stammered: "Please, Bryce I just..." She was stopped by a
vicious backhand slap, making her fall over sideways, landing on the
hard cement floor. "Worthless piece of sissy shit! Mistress is going to
fucking kill you for that shit!" He stomped of to a telephone hanging on
a wall. He dialed a number and spoke: "Mistress, this is Bryce. The
stupid cunt just screwed up badly." After listening a little he spoke
again:" Yes that too. Yes; will do." Debbie lay on the floor, terrified.
She wasn't quite sure what she had done that was so bad. She was just
about to ask, when she remembered what Mistress had said about speaking.
Realizing that she had made a terrible mistake, she found it better to
shut up. Bryce came over and picked her up. "This is going to be ...
unpleasant", he said while he carried her as if she had been a sack of
potatoes. He placed her on her back on a table of sorts. Her leg went
over the end of the table where they were strapped to the legs of the
table, so that her legs were spread. Her torso was strapped to the
table; crushing her folded arms underneath her. It was a very
uncomfortable position to say the least. On top of that came the fact
that she was beginning to dread what came next. She knew that she was
going to be punished, but judging from Bryce's reaction she might get
punished far worse than she already had been. Just thinking about
yesterday's crotch beating made her shiver with fear. And excitement.
There was no denying her ever-present erection.
Mistress stormed through the door shouting: "You useless piece of shit!
You are going to pay for this!" Walking quickly up to Debbie, she leaned
in and grabbed her hair, shaking Debbie's head violently as she shouted
into Debbie's face. "Not even a simple order like "No speaking" you can
understand! Shithead! Useless bitch!" With that she threw Debbie's head
down and walked of to cupboard to fetch gear for the punishment. She
came back with a load of stuff that Debbie couldn't identify and again
she leaned in grabbing Debbie's hair, speaking to her in more reasoned
but intense tones: "I told you not to speak until we get that voice of
yours fixed. No even when you scream for mercy. Do you understand?"
Debbie opened her mouth and was just about to speak, when she saw the
warning lights in Mistress eyes. She nodded instead. Mistress continued:
"Now in addition to punishing you for giving a piss-poor blowjob, I have
to punish you for breaking a direct order. Never-ever break a direct
order!" She hissed and took out a bladder made of thick rubber with a
hose and ball for hand pumping attached. She fed the pump-gag into
Debbie's mouth and began to inflate it. As she pumped she said to
Debbie: "You won't be able to obey the order about not speaking when you
get punished in a minute, so I'm giving you this gag so you can stay out
of further trouble. You may thank me afterwards." When she had finished
Debbie thought her jaw had been dislocated. She was hardly able to
breathe, gasping, always on the verge of vomiting because the gag was so
large that it pressed against the back of her throat.
Mistress motioned to Bryce who picked up a short, massive looking
leather paddle. As Mistress watched he brought it down hard on Debbie's
genitals. Again she exploded with pain, thrashing against her bonds,
screaming so hard she almost ran out of air. Just as she was staring to
come down after a minute or so, he struck her again, this time harder.
As she screamed Mistress took hold with one hand under Debbie's chin,
fixing her between her hand and her thigh. With the other hand she
clamped down on Debbie's nose, cutting of all breath. Debbie panicked
almost immediately, thrashing to get free, but to no avail. As she
quickly ran out of air Bryce kept on beating her balls viciously. Dots
began appearing before her eyes and her vision narrowed to just a small
tunnel and her thrashing became weaker. Had she had anything left in her
bowels after the enemas it would have come out as she let go of bowl and
bladder control. As it was she just farted and pissed on the floor. She
was almost unconscious and convinced that she was going to die, when
Mistress let her breathe again. She sucked in air in great gulps,
beginning to cough. As she coughed she began cry uncontrollably, crying
with fear and relief. "Don't get your hopes up sissy," Bryce snarled,
"we're just warming up." Debbie looked at Bryce with wide, tear-filled
eyes, fear taking over her mind. Just for good measure Bryce landed a
final vicious blow on her genitals. She screamed into her gag as he
smiled into her face.
Meanwhile Mistress had gotten the implements for the next stage in
Debbie's punishment. On a trolley she had a generator with a lot of
wires connected to. The wires all ended in quite large alligator clips.
When Debbie saw this she began to cry harder, trying to plead through
her gag. Of course this didn't help as Mistress placed the first
alligator clip on one Debbie's testicles. The clip was so large that it
could hold Debbie's entire testicle, and it had a matching spring
mounted. Debbie felt as if her ball was being crushed in a vice and she
began wailing and screaming. Mistress just smiled and applied a matching
clip to Debbie's other testicle. More clips were applied: One on her
dick, one to a metal stick, which was put into her ass and finally two
clips mounted on the nipples of her non-existent breasts. Just having
them applied almost sent Debbie into hysterics from pain. Then Mistress
began to apply electricity via the generator. In a matter of seconds
Debbie was delirious with pain, thrashing, crying and screaming. The
pain was unbearable and she began hyperventilating. Soon she passed out.
This situation had of course been considered and so Mistress brought her
back with smelling salt. As soon as Debbie had regained consciousness,
Mistress began again. This time she lasted a little longer before
passing out and was awakened by Mistress. 10 times she was tortured
until she passed out and 10 times she was awakened. When they were done
Debbie was completely incoherent. She was so hysterical that Mistress
had to gently but firmly, hold Debbie's head and soothe her for quite
some time before she calmed down. When she was calm enough to think just
a little bit, she knew she would do anything, anything at all, to avoid
this kind of punishment.
Slowly, letting the slave suffer as much as possible, Mistress removed
the clips, Debbie groaning and screaming all the while. As Debbie lay
panting with relief that all the clips had been removed, Mistress said:
"You will show your gratitude by drinking everyone's piss, understood?
And you will not spill anything!" After she had been released from her
bonds and her gag, her legs were again tied at knees and ankles, and she
was once again placed in kneeling position. Mistress went first,
spreading her legs and moving her crotch a forward before pissing in
Debbie's mouth. The urine was warm, bitter and revolting, but Debbie
drank it all. After Mistress came all the men with Bryce as last man.
She drank all their piss as well. When they had all finished, Mistress
instructed her again: "The blow-job training will resume. If you try to
speak again without permission the punishment will only get worse.
Understood?" Debbie nodded with her head held bowed. Then she bent down
and kissed the tips of Mistress boot to show her submission. Mistress
seemed pleased at this as she yanked Debbie's head back up. "Good. Now
be a good little sissy student". Mistress turned and walked away,
leaving Debbie to the group of men.
Another man sat down in the chair in front of Debbie and once again gave
her instructions. When he finished Debbie tried very hard to give him
the best blowjob she could. She still enjoyed giving head very much, but
the pain and the shock from the punishment she had just received stayed
with her. This time she couldn't get an erection. After the man had
come, he grabbed her by the throat and as he told her what she had done
wrong he leisurely slapped her face hard. When he finished Debbie was
crying anew. The man went to the board and put marks at "Poor technique"
and "Sloppy execution". Then the next man took over.
By the time Bryce came over again there was no longer much critique of
her performance. But to Debbie's surprise he didn't just take his
blowjob. First he gave her a new set of pointers as to how she could
improve her performance. Debbie listened enraptured by this man. This
time she strained to obey. She had also regained her pleasure in giving
the blowjob. She seemed to be falling in love with both Mistress and
Bryce, even though they were both cruel and dominating. This domination
was far harsher and crueler than anything she had dreamt about. But
somehow they both made her feel warm and tingly inside, filling her with
a desperate need to please. As she sat there giving head, her erection
once again grew, proving to everyone what a slave slut she was.
She continued to give blowjobs for so long that she lost track of the
number and her jaw ached. All the time she was given new instructions as
how to improve. Occasionally marks were put on the board. The last
blowjob she gave, she gave to Bryce. When she had finished swallowing
she bent forward and kissed his shoes, closing her eyes, savoring her
submission. Bryce smiled cruelly at this: "You really are a useless
slut. But at least you seem to know your place". He stood up, grabbed
her by the neck and pulled her up as well. Then he removed the bonds
around her knees and ankles. Debbie desperately hoped that he would
untie her arms. Her shoulders were aching desperately and most of her
arms were numb. The parts that weren't numb were filled with a burning
ache. But of course he didn't untie her arms. Instead he took her leash
and led her out of the room. On his way out he stopped by the phone on
the wall and called Mistress. A few words were exchanged before Bryce
and Debbie left the room.
Checking that she walked in the prescribed manner, he led her to a door
where Mistress met them. "How many punishment points did the worthless
little pig earn this time?" Mistress asked. "12 points Mistress", Bryce
answered as they came up to her. "Face the wall slave stick your ass out
for a whipping. Remember: not a word", Mistress said and showed Debbie
the riding crop. Debbie instantly complied. "You will get 2 strokes for
each punishment point", Mistress informed Debbie as she took the first
swing at Debbie's ass. The pain was bad as the blow landed on welts that
were still raw, but it was nowhere near as bad as some of the other
things Mistress had subjected Debbie to. Debbie whimpered and cried,
emitting small screams, but she did not utter a single word.
When the whipping had finished, Mistress led Debbie into a small room.
In the center of the room was a computer. In front of the computer,
mounted on a stand about 3 feet above the floor was a large, life-like
dildo. In the back some tubing went into it, and on either side of it
were mounted video cameras. Behind it, looking in the direction of the
dildo was another video camera. Debbie was led to the center of the room
and brought to kneel so that she looked straight into the dildo. At her
ankles and just below her knees she was strapped to the floor. As she
sat there waiting for instructions, Mistress once again injected her
breasts with some sort of hormone. She then proceeded to instruct
Debbie: "This machine will make sure that your lessons in giving head
stick. The dildo is filled with sensors that register how your tongue
and lips touch it, and with the input from these the computer can
determine whether or not you are using your head properly", Mistress
smirked and continued: "The cameras determine whether you display the
correct level of enthusiasm. Every time you have given a good blowjob
the dildo will squirt cum into your mouth and you will be rewarded.
Every time you fuck up, you will be punished instantly. When I tell you
to start, you start giving head. Once you have started your lips and
tongue must stay on the dildo at all times. Take them away and you will
be punished. Understood?" Debbie nodded. Mistress then produced a
tube-like sleeve and crouched down beside Debbie. Mistress proceeded to
manipulate Debbie's member until it was rock hard and Debbie was moaning
with pleasure. The she pulled the sleeve over Debbie's cock. It was
filled with some kind of goo to make Debbie slide better, and on it's
inside metal strips ran along the length of the sleeve. Both the goo and
the strips were cool and Debbie's shuddered with surprise and pleasure
as the sleeve slid all the way up her cock to its base. At the base of
the sleeve was a ring and this ring could be tightened. Using an Allen
key Mistress tightened the ring until it hurt, thus making it very hard
for Debbie to loose her erection. At the base of the sleeve two small
pouches were connected to it. Mistress inserted Debbie's balls in these,
tightening the opening of the pouches so that Debbie's ball couldn't
escape them. The inside of the pouches were like the inside of the
sleeve: lined with metal strips and filled with goo. Once again Debbie
moaned with pleasure at the attention her crotch was getting. At the end
of the sleeve, at the tip of Debbie's cock, Mistress now inserted a
smaller tube and a wire, both of which were screwed in place. As she
stood up Mistress explained: "This is the source of both your reward and
your punishment. Reward:" Mistress said as she pressed a button on the
computer. The sleeve itself began to pulsate in an extremely pleasurable
way and at the same time the metal strips pulsated with an equally
pleasurable current. Debbie squealed with pleasure, an orgasm rapidly
approaching. "Punishment", Mistress said, pushing another button. The
pleasurable pulsing of the sleeve stopped and was replaced by an
extremely painful electric shock delivered to Debbie's member as well as
her balls by the metal strips lining the sleeve and the pouches. Debbie
screamed in pain, thrashing and trying to escape. The straps held her
fixed to the floor and even prevented her from falling over. As Mistress
held the button down, Debbie continued to scream, her world filled with
pain and the overwhelming desire to please Mistress. To do anything to
avoid this kind of punishment. Mistress stopped the shocks and Debbie
collapsed onto her heels, crying and panting with the exertion. Combined
with small pleasurable pulses, the ring at the base of her cock
prevented it from turning limp after the torture.
"Do you understand, you silly bitch?" Mistress asked, pulling Debbie's
head back by her hair. Debbie almost answered her, but caught herself
and just nodded in defeat. "Good. Then start sucking!" Mistress spat as
she pulled Debbie's head up to the dildo. Debbie took the artificial
cock in her mouth and began to suck it. At first she was still a little
shaken by Mistress' little demonstration and didn't show enough
enthusiasm, just as her technique was a little off. The machine
instantly picked up on this and began to administer little shocks.
Debbie screamed and quickly tried harder, which was very difficult to do
while she was being punished. Slowly (the shocks were breaking her
concentration) she managed to get her heart and her head into giving the
blowjob. Soon the shocks had stopped, and instead of punishing her, the
machine was rewarding her. The pleasure the sleeve gave her, brought her
to the edge of a screaming orgasm ... and held her there, not allowing her
to come until the dildo "came". The frustration drove her mad, and made
her try even harder to give the perfect blowjob, which was of course the
purpose of the machine. After what seemed like forever the dildo
squirted a salty substance that tasted just like cum into her mouth. As
she swallowed, the pulsating sleeve pushed her over the edge into a
screaming orgasm. Debbie rocked and twitched, trying not to loose
contact with the dildo as she tried to scream and swallow at the same
time. Her cum was sucked away from the pulsating sleeve by the smaller
tube attached to the end sleeve.
As the orgasm was winding down, the machine gave her a small shock as a
warning to begin sucking again. Debbie immediately began sucking again
and after some sloppy work at the beginning and the punishment that came
with it, she quickly found the rhythm. Soon she was once again giving
head in the very best way she knew how, and again the machine rewarded
her by putting her into a haze of unfulfilled lust.
Mistress smiled to herself and patted the slave on the head: "I'll see
you in the morning, you silly, little cocksucker." With that she left
Debbie with yet another marathon session. Debbie spent the night in an
endless state of arousal, punctuated by fantastic orgasms. She was
incapable of thinking of anything but giving the perfect blowjob and
receiving her reward. The only other thing she felt was the tightness
across her chest, signaling that her breasts were growing. Had she been
able of a single coherent thought, she would have realized that the
semen-like substance she was being fed, was filled with hormones. As it
was she was lost in the blowjobs.
