Chapter 4
As morning came round Mistress found her newest sissy-slave completely
incoherent with pleasure and pain. Debbie was thrashing and screaming,
her eyes wild and unseeing, a thick mixture of lubricating gel and blood
running out of her ass, down her legs. The computer connected to the box
controlling the sheath around Debbie's cock, showed that her ass was
performing perfectly even with Debbie in her current state of hysterics.
Debbie was orgasming almost continuously and had been doing so for the
last couple of hours.
Mistress turned of the machine and watched as Debbie continued to pump
the dildo for all it was worth. She didn't stop until Mistress held
Debbie's head against her thigh with one hand and held her nose with the
other. As Debbie's air was cut off and she started thrashing in panic,
her focus returned to the real world and she stopped fucking the dildo.
After Debbie had returned to the real world and had calmed down a bit,
Mistress released her from the webbing and helped her stand. She was of
course even more exhausted than before and she stood swaying uncertainly
on her skyscraper heels. She did, however, notice Mistress. Once again
she was stunning, impossibly sexy. She was wearing the same kind of
costume as the day before: whole-body suit made of thin, clingy rubber
with integrated high heels and rubber gloves, only today the suit was
red. Debbie couldn't tear her exhausted eyes away from her.
Mistress smiled at the attention, fixed a leash to Debbie's collar and
said: "Come along, slut. Times a-wasting." Then she led to the cleaning
and feeding station. Here she Debbie and hung her by the wrists. Even if
Debbie had wanted to she incapable of resisting, she was simply too
weak. Mistress took advantage of this: she administered the enemas in
the most brutal manner possible, getting only tears, whimpers and token
resistance. Then she washed Debbie slowly and gently. The contrast
between the brutal enemas and the gentle washing left Debbie feeling
confused and vulnerable. So when Mistress finished the washing by
kissing Debbie deeply while taking her cock in her hand and masturbating
her ever so gently until she came, Debbie was filled with love and
affection for this brutal and domineering woman. With tears rolling down
her cheeks and without being able to speak a single word, she gave
herself up to Mistress. Mistress caressed her cheek and kissed her:
"There, there you silly slut. I'll take care of you. I'll make sure that
you're never free again, and that there is always someone to abuse you."
Debbie bowed her head in submission as Mistress went to get her feeding
gag. This time Debbie was stuffed to the bursting point with liquid
food. As she was trying desperately to cope with the flow coming through
her gag, Mistress administered her shots. Debbie's growing tits were
very sore and had she not been too busy swallowing, she would have cried
out when Mistress stuck the syringes into her tits. The shot to her
bottom was quite a bit larger and more powerful this time. Combined with
the energy provided by the food, Debbie could feel herself coming awake.
When the feeding was complete Debbie felt like she was going to burst
and she could hear her stomach trying to cope with all the food. As this
happened Mistress left her alone without inflicting some sort of
punishment scheme on her for the first time since she had arrived only
three days ago. It gave her a few moments to think about her situation,
about what she should do next, but she found that she couldn't. Her mind
was too fogged with lust, submission and sheer fatigue. She could only
focus on how much she loved Mistress and how much she wanted to please
her. As she thought about Mistress, her overworked member once again
became erect and she found herself unable to think about anything else
than being fucked by Mistress.
It was like this Mistress found her when she returned; happily
daydreaming about being abused, a little smile on her lips, and a
faraway look in her eyes and her cock at full mast. "Silly little horny
slut", Mistress sneered as she grabbed Debbie's balls and squeezed them
viciously. Debbie screamed and thrashed, thus only making things worse
as Mistress still held on to her balls. Mistress continued to squeeze
Debbie's balls until she stopped thrashing, which took some time. As she
let go Debbie had been reduced to weak little screams and a flood of
tears.
Mistress proceeded to lace Debbie into yet another corset. In spite of
the fact that Debbie had been stuffed full of food, Mistress still
managed with the help of her little robot to lace Debbie's waist down to
17.5 inches. Debbie had serious trouble breathing when Mistress was
done. Debbie was then outfitted with a thick, wide leather collar around
her neck and a pair of very pointy, black ankle-high, plastic boots with
7 inch spikes made of pencil thin metal. They hurt her feet awfully when
she was lowered, but she had begun to enjoy the feeling of walking
around in spike heels. As Mistress released her hands, they were not
retied and she wasn't gagged either. Instead Mistress grabbed her by the
cock and led her to the make-up table where Giselle waited. Or at least
Debbie thought it was Giselle. Once again she was dressed in almost
identical fashion to her Mistress: a thin, red, clingy rubber suit that
covered her whole body. But here the similarities ended. The figure wore
ballet-toed, red boots with ultra-high heels. Her hands were incased in
a red rubber armbinder and her head was sealed inside a thick, inflated
rubber hood, leaving her with a perfectly round, featureless head. A
tube with a pump at the end sticking out of the hood revealed that she
was securely pump-gagged. Next to the tube for the pump-gag were two
shorter tubes allowing Giselle to breathe.
Giselle's cock and balls were again housed in a sheath keeping the
member erect, without allowing her to cum. The head of her cock had been
left unprotected, and as Debbie watched her, she noticed that as Giselle
was adjusting her balance in the ballet-toed boots, she made tiny
thrusting movements with her hips. She was obviously desperate for some
stimulation to her erect and exposed cock.
Mistress motioned for Debbie to sit down and ordered her to apply her
make-up. As Debbie obeyed Mistress produced a riding crop, and without
warning she brought the tip of the crop down on the tip of Giselle's
exposed cock with brutal force. Giselle screamed into her gag and tried
to keep her balance. But the blow had been too sudden and the shock too
big and she lost her balance and fell over. With no arms to soften the
blow and no sight to tell her where she should fall, Giselle fell
directly on her rubber-encased face, with her cock and balls getting
crushed beneath her. She screamed in pain once more as she hit the
ground and began to sob hysterically. Debbie watched out of the corner
of her eye while she applied her make-up as Mistress turned Giselle over
on her back. She accomplished this by kicking her until she turned
around. As Giselle lay there mewling in pain, Mistress used her spiked
heel to trample Giselle's balls. The material sheathing Giselle's balls
was soft and provided little if any protection from the brutal treatment
her balls received from Mistress heels. In a matter of seconds Giselle
was screaming with renewed strength, thrashing to escape the pain.
Little did it help as Mistress with a look of utter contempt on her
face, continued to stab her heels on Giselle's balls. After a while she
began to stab Giselle's member with her heels. Giselle's screams and
thrashing had by now become completely hysterical.
Long before Mistress had finished stepping on Giselle's genitals with
her sharp heel, Debbie had finished applying her make-up. Having been
given no new orders, she simply put her hands together in her lap,
careful not to touch her cock, looked straight ahead while she followed
Giselle's punishment. There was no indication that she was being
punished for any other reason than that Mistress enjoyed punishing her.
After some time Mistress stopped her abuse of Giselle's genitals and
stood back to watch her slave thrash. Giselle's mewling and thrashing
died down after a while and she lay quietly sobbing. Mistress stepped
forward and placed the sole of her boot on the head of Giselle's cock
and began grinding it none too gently with her boot. After an initial
nervous start at the new touch, Giselle began to press to lower part of
her body against Mistress boot. Soon she was moaning with lust,
thrusting upwards with rhythmic little movements. Debbie was mesmerized;
her cock rigid and her breathing shallow. She very carefully folded her
hands behind her head so that they wouldn't touch her genitals. She had
feeling that Mistress would not look kindly upon such transgressions.
Mistress confirmed this by casting a cold glance in Debbie's direction
and nodding subtly in approval at the way she held her hands.
Mistress continued to grind Giselle's cock with the sole of her boot and
soon Giselle's moan became louder and her thrusting more urgent. When
this happened Mistress withdrew her foot. Giselle whimpered in
disappointment, her pelvis still thrusting as if trying to find
Mistress' boot. Mistress waited until Giselle had given up and lay
passive on the floor and then she resumed her grinding of Giselle's
cock. And the process repeated itself; as soon as Giselle was just about
to cum, Mistress removed her boot. Giselle's cock looked like it had
been dragged along an asphalt road, abraded and raw. Debbie could hear
Giselle's whimpering turn into crying as the process was repeated again
and again, her cock and pelvis in the end unable to stop twitching and
thrusting. Finally, when Debbie's arms were practically numb from
holding them over her head, and Giselle had been reduced to crying,
twitching wreck, Mistress allowed her to cum. Giselle's screams reached
a peak and her body spasmed uncontrollably as she squirted her juice on
Mistress' boot and all over her rubber-clad body. Her spasming continued
for quite some time, as did her screaming, and judging from the amount
of jism she produced, Giselle must have been denied release for at least
the 9 months she had said a few days before, if not longer. When she was
finally spent, Mistress called Debbie: "Slut! Come clean up this mess."
Debbie rose and scampered over to Mistress unsure of what was expected.
Mistress set her straight immediately: "On your knees. Lick it up. Hands
behind your back." With this terse order, Debbie kneeled and began
licking. Mistress' boot was of course the first thing to be cleaned.
Debbie savored her submission and dutifully licked the sole of Mistress'
boot clean. For the sake of symmetry she was also ordered to lick the
other boot clean. When she had finished licking Mistress' boots, she
started licking Giselle and the floor beside her clean. The last thing
she cleaned was Giselle's cock. It was bloody and raw, and judging from
Giselle's whimpers, very tender.
"Suck the bitch, but don't allow her to cum" Mistress ordered Debbie as
she was finishing the cleaning. Debbie did as ordered and soon Giselle's
cock was erect again and she was moaning with passion. When Giselle's
moaning became more urgent and her hips began to thrust in earnest,
Debbie withdrew her mouth. Giselle emitted a little cry of
disappointment and tried to find Debbie's mouth by thrusting her pelvis
in random directions. Soon she gave up and lay still. Mistress gave
Debbie orders to repeat the process and Debbie complied. While Debbie
tortured Giselle on Mistress' orders, Mistress fetched an armbinder for
Debbie and began lacing her into it. Giselle was soon crying and
whimpering anew. Unable to find release in Debbie's mouth, she began
thrashing aimlessly around to find release, her movements becoming more
and more desperate. When Debbie's arms were securely bound and the
teasing had been going on for quite some time, Mistress ordered Debbie
to stop. Debbie was herself quite excited and her cock was throbbing
with lust. Mistress, however, paid no notice and instead fetched a
number of items from a nearby cupboard. First she sponge bathed
Giselle's member, igniting a new round of whimpering and thrusting, and
carefully dried it with a towel. Then she took an ice pack and wrapped
it around Giselle's cock and balls. Giselle screamed and tried to thrash
away from the pain and the cold, but of course it was in vain. Mistress
would not let her escape. She held the ice pack to Giselle's genitals
for several minutes at the end of witch Giselle's cock had shrunk to a
tiny shriveled little thing. Lastly she produced Giselle's chastity
device. As she fitted the metal tube onto Giselle's cock, Giselle began
to cry in earnest, her chest heaving with hopeless sobs. Soon the
process was complete, Giselle's member straining against the two metal
bands crossing the head of her cock, her balls tightly squeezed in their
mesh cage.
When she had finished putting Giselle into her chastity device, Mistress
turned to Debbie. She grabbed her chin and pulled her close so that she
could look directly into Debbie's eyes. "Soon I will have turned you
into my bitch and then the fun will be over," she said while she began
stroking Debbie's erect cock. "When your training is finished you will
be just as addicted to orgasms as Giselle is, and you will have just as
little release. All your existence will be about pleasing others and
hoping in vain for release for yourself. You will be unable to think
about anything but obeying orders in the hope of gaining release."
Debbie whimpered in fear and lust. Her cock was once again ready to
explode, and the prospect of being chastised like Giselle filled her
with dread and excitement at the same time. She didn't want to be a
chastised bitch like Giselle, not really, but Giselle was so sexy and
she was being dominated brutally all the time as Debbie herself had
begun to long for. She was very confused. As these thoughts went through
her mind she could feel her orgasm building. Her breath came in shallow
little gasps and her eyes became unfocused. Just as she was about to
cum, Mistress took away her had and left her hanging. A pathetic whine
escaped her throat as her cock strained for release. She looked
pleadingly at Mistress who just smiled cruelly. Not a word was spoken.
After a while Debbie's twitching stopped and as this happened Mistress
resumed her stroking. Once again she pulled back just before Debbie
could cum. This went on for some time, leaving Debbie in a state of
desperation. She twitched and thrashed as she moaned and whimpered, but
no release was given. Finally Mistress stood up, grabbed Debbie by the
ring at the front of her collar and pulled her to her feet. "Time to
learn, you worthless bitch", Mistress said and led Debbie out of the
room. Mistress left Giselle on the floor sobbing softly, her pelvis
still making little thrusting movements.
The room Mistress led Debbie to that was occupied by a group of five
women. All of the women were obviously dominant. "Ladies," Mistress
called out to get attention, "here is your pupil. The name of the silly
slut is Debbie." All eyes fixed on Debbie and she quickly cast down her
eyes in shame and fear. She could hear a few snorts of contempt as she
did this.
She was led over to stand in front of a comfortable looking chair. There
she was once again fitted with a stimulation/punishment sheath for her
member of the type she knew so well by now. Her heart began pounding
with fear and anticipation as the sleeve was fitted and of course she
was rock hard from the very first touch. Once the sleeve had been
fitted, Mistress sat down in the chair and Debbie was made to kneel in
front of her. Mistress now spread her legs, exposing her pussy. "Today's
lesson is eating pussy," Mistress announced. "If you perform well, you
will be rewarded. If you perform poorly, you will be punished. Start
eating," she finished with a smirk. Debbie cautiously leaned in, opened
her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Then she began licking Mistress
pussy. At first she performed very poorly and had to be instructed by
Mistress all the time. Each instruction was accompanied by an electric
shock to her genitals that made her scream in pain. Soon her face was
covered in tears and she was sobbing with pain. That didn't stop her
licking though, that much she had learned.
After while she got better at the licking and Mistress began to moan
with pleasure. As Mistress began to enjoy her performance, Debbie was
rewarded with stimulation to her overworked and aching member. As
Mistress came, so did Debbie. She screamed with pleasure into Mistress
pussy as she continued her sucking. Not being ordered to stop, she
continued her licking taking a few painful instructions along the way.
After a couple of orgasms, Mistress ordered her to stop and left the
chair.
Another woman took over at once. The woman was a petite black woman. She
looked to be about fifty years old with very delicate features. She wore
black knee-high high-heeled lace-up boots, a skirt that split up the
front and a black bustier holding up her breasts. Her hair was pulled
into tight bun and she looked very menacing as she looked into Debbie's
eyes and said: "I like sluts in pain." With this she sent a very long
shock through Debbie's genitals. Debbie screamed and thrashed, but the
shock didn't stop. Debbie fell over on her side, thrashing and
screaming. After what seemed like forever the shocks stopped. As Debbie
lay crying almost hysterically, the woman leaned down and grabbed
Debbie's hair. She pulled Debbie up, leaned close and said to Debbie:
"Never displease me bitch. Never! Now start eating!" She pulled Debbie's
head into her crotch and Debbie started eating her pussy.
The woman was extremely demanding and Debbie received instructions
incessantly. Soon the pain in her genitals was so bad that she had
trouble concentrating on anything else. This of course only made matters
worse until the woman lost her patience and gave Debbie a very long and
painful shock, once again leaving Debbie thrashing on the floor. Then
Debbie was allowed to start over. This time she was determined to do
better and after a shaky start she did. Soon the number of instructions
and their accompanying shocks went down, and the woman's moaning began
to increase. When she came, she pressed Debbie's face into her snatch,
cutting off Debbie's breath. At the same time she rewarded Debbie with a
thundering orgasm and Debbie spasmed with the orgasm while she tried to
get free so she could breathe. Just when she began to see spots in front
of her eyes and her fighting died down, the woman released her head.
Debbie collapsed into her lap, heaving for air. "Better, little one,"
the woman panted, "We'll make a proper pussy eater out of you yet. Once
more," she commanded and pulled the gasping Debbie into her crotch
again. Debbie started licking as commanded.
After several hours of pussy licking Debbie had moved past the need for
punishment and had become so proficient at licking that she was
constantly rewarded. As a result she had entered a state of almost
constant orgasms. So she was completely delirious with pleasure when
Mistress ordered her to stop and thanked the other dominant women, who
then left the room.
When Mistress had removed Debbie's cock sleeve she led her, using her
cock as a leash, to the dungeon where Giselle was still lying on the
floor. As they passed her still form, Mistress took the time kick
Giselle viciously in the balls. Giselle tried to scream, but the shock
had expelled all the air from her lungs and instead she curled up as
much as she could, and began sobbing. Mistress ignored this and dragged
Debbie along. By now Debbie was again dead tired as well as aroused. The
mere presence of Mistress turned her on and as Mistress grasped her cock
it was rock hard, even after hours of orgasming. As Mistress gave her
injections in her tits, she was, however, surprised as she didn't
receive any in her ass. "You have a big day tomorrow," Mistress said,
"so tonight you will be allowed to rest a little." Debbie almost sighed
relief. Mistress then removed Debbie's armbinder and collar. Debbie's
corset and heels stayed on. Mistress then produced what looked like a
sack made of thick, black leather. It was a straightjacket and Mistress
ordered Debbie to stick out her arms in front of her. Mistress then
proceeded to put Debbie into the jacket. She did so gently, caressing
Debbie now and then, kissing her neck softly from time to time. Debbie
was completely absorbed in the gentle treatment and almost didn't notice
when Mistress tightened the straps and ordered her to hug herself
tightly. The final strap went between Debbie's legs and crushed her
genitals somewhat, making Debbie let out a yelp of pain. She then stood
hugging herself, strapped tightly as Mistress came around to her front.
There she began kissing Debbie deeply. When she finished Debbie was
panting with desire, her trapped member trying in vain to escape from
the strap going between her legs. Next Mistress produced what looked
like a long tube made of leather, which she ordered Debbie to step into.
She then pulled it up Debbie's legs. It was a hobble skirt and it fit
extremely snugly all the way down to Debbie's ankles, leaving only her
high-heeled shoes sticking out at the bottom. Mistress the gagged Debbie
with a huge black ball-gag and stuffed her ears with earplugs cutting
all but the loudest of sounds. She then produced a thick leather hood
with only tiny holes for Debbie's nostrils, which she laced tightly onto
Debbie's head. Finally she collared Debbie with a stiff posture collar
that made Debbie hold her head high all the time. Debbie stood swaying
in the silent darkness that enveloped her when she felt a tug on her
collar where Mistress had fixed a leash. With tiny little steps,
constricted by the hobble skirt, she followed the tugs Mistress gave on
the leash. When they came to a halt, she was pushed onto what felt like
a doctors couch, landing on her back. She could feel Mistress adjusting
her position on the couch. After this she could feel herself being
strapped down. As she felt the final strap pressing on her hooded
forehead, she found that she couldn't move at all. Then she was left
alone, gagged, deaf, blind and unable to move. She found that she liked
being controlled so completely, and with thoughts of Mistress kissing
her gently, she fell asleep.
