Debbie

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

As Debbie was led into Dr. Jacobsen's office, she saw that Mistress was
already there waiting for her. "Your property Miss Chamberlain", the
doctor proclaimed, indicating Debbie. Debbie's heart began to flutter
with love and submissive fantasies as she saw Mistress. Mistress was
dressed in a tight-fitting gray business suit, the hem of her skirt
stopping just below the knee. Underneath the jacket she wore a white
shirt and a black tie with a tight knot. On her feet were shiny black
stilettos, 6 inches high in the heel. Her beautiful red hair fell down
on her shoulders, framing her face.
Debbie longed to be dominated and abused by her. At the same time she
feared what Mistress had planned for her. What if Mistress planned to
deny her sexual release forever, like Miss Cunningham? 
Debbie had entered a state of constant sexual arousal. Her juices were
never at rest, her cock was constantly pressing against its prison. Her
arousal never went away completely, she woke up feeling horny, she was
horny while she ate and just looking at something she connected with
sex, a high-heeled shoe, a corset or a leather strap, could sent her
into frenzied hip-grinding if the she wasn't controlled properly. As a
result she was now secreting pre-cum from her chastised member at steady
rate, necessitating the use of a sanitary napkin. Not only did she have
to wear a sanitary napkin; she had to change it twice a day. The use of
the napkin chastised and feminized her further. In order to wear one,
her already crushed genitals had to be pressed further back between her
legs and up between her buttocks before the napkin was put in place. And
to hold it there, she had to wear very tightly fitting panties. The
result was a completely smooth and feminine crotch, but the price was
that every step she took produced a grinding motion in her genitals that
was both very painful but also very pleasurable. Debbie had come to like
being punished and she also liked being feminized, so the crushing of
her genitals only increased her arousal, creating further discomfort,
arousing her further. She loved being punished and controlled with the
napkins and hated not being able to cum.

Mistress stood up and came over to Debbie to scrutinize her possession.
"She certainly looks more acceptable now," Mistress said to the doctor:
"Can I examine her a little more closely?" The doctor motioned towards
the gynecologist's chair: "Why, of course. I was looking forward to
hearing your reaction to my little... adjustments." The doctor smiled
evilly as he ordered Miss Cunningham to strap Debbie in. While the
doctor and Mistress chatted Miss Cunningham quickly stripped Debbie of
everything but her chastity device and her corset. She also had Debbie
put on her 10-inch platform shoes after stepping out of the suit. Before
Debbie had time to adjust to the feeling of not being bound, Miss
Cunningham had her strapped to the chair, arms tied behind the chair,
legs spread as wide as the would possibly go. It was clear that Miss
Cunningham was too experienced a slave to waste time and thereby expose
herself to punishment by the doctor. When she had finished tying up
Debbie, she stepped to the side, hands held at her side, looking
straight down at her feet. 

For a change Debbie was left ungagged, but she wisely remained silent.
Mistress stepped up to the chair and stood beside Debbie. Without a word
she began feeling up Debbie. First fondling her breasts slowly and
gently, then kneading with increasing intensity. Debbie of course
immediately began moaning with passion. Mistress seemed pleased that the
moaning had attained a much more feminine tone with Debbie's new voice.
"Do you like your new voice slut?" Mistress asked Debbie. "Mistress,
very much, Mistress", Debbie replied: "Mistress, thank you, Mistress."
Mistress smiled with satisfaction as she heard the soft feminine voice
Debbie had gotten. "How about your tits? Do you like them as well,
stupid cunt?" Mistress sneered as she began kneading Debbie's tits
harder and faster. "Ahhh... Mistress, yes, Mistress. Oohhh...Mistress, very,
very much, Mistress. Ohhh... Mistess, ohh... thank you, ohh... Mistress ohh..."
Debbie had increasing difficulty suppressing her moaning. She was so
excited, so aroused that her whole body felt like it was on fire. She
had to cum; she simply had to! Her restrained cock produced a steady
stream of whitish fluid dribbling down on the floor.

"Nurse!" Mistress called sharply to Miss Cunningham: "Remove the silly
bitch's chastity device." Debbie's heart leapt with hope. Maybe Mistress
was going to allow her to cum! Miss Cunningham had hardly removed the
last of Debbie's penis restraint before Debbie's member stood rock hard
and throbbing and Debbie whimpered with need. She didn't dare beg so
instead she silently looked to Mistress for mercy. And Mistress seemed
to take pity in the slave. She gently took hold of Debbie's cock and
began stroking it very carefully while she looked Debbie in the eyes. In
a matter of seconds Debbie was ready to explode. But just as she felt
her orgasm building, Mistress took away her hand. Debbie emitted a
whimper filled with pure misery, her pelvis thrusting in vain and out of
control. Mistress returned to fondling Debbie's tits, leaving Debbie
hanging. After a few minutes the process repeated itself; Mistress
stroked Debbie's member until just before Debbie came only to remove her
hand, leaving Debbie hanging again. As Mistress repeated this she broke
Debbie; Debbie was reduced to a pleading babbling wreck, begging for
release that wasn't coming.

Debbie quickly lost all sense of time, but after a while Mistress asked
the doctor to join in. Soon Debbie had most of the doctor's forearm up
her ass, while Mistress stroked her cock. The combination of pain,
pleasure and discomfort reduced Debbie even further so that her pleas
were now wordless gurgling sounds. After what seemed like an eternity to
Debbie, Mistress had had enough. Dr. Jacobsen removed his arm from her
asshole and Mistress stopped teasing her. Debbie had still not received
any release and her cock still stood rock hard and throbbing. Debbie was
crying softly, tears of frustration running down her cheeks. Mistress
proceeded to put Debbie into her chastity device. First she wiped the
whitish goo of Debbie's cock. It still dribbled out, but Mistress wiped
it of regularly. Then she produced a bag filled with ice-cubes, which
she wrapped around Debbie genitals. The cold made Debbie scream and
thrash, but there was nothing she could do as her member shrank from the
cold and Mistress put the chastity tube with its two crossing metal
bands onto Debbie's cock and imprisoned her balls as well. Debbie cried
with frustration and discomfort, but soon she was imprisoned again.

Mistress turned to Miss Cunningham: "Her clothes are over there," she
said pointing to the effects: "get the bitch dressed. Make sure that her
waist doesn't exceed 16 inches. And make it snappy, big-titted cow!" As
Mistress returned to her conversation with Dr. Jacobsen, Miss Cunningham
sprang into action. She quickly released Debbie and led her to the
corner where Debbie's new clothes lay. Once there Miss Cunningham cuffed
Debbie's hands in front of her, connected the cuffs to a chain coming
from the ceiling and pulled the chain until Debbie stood stretched out
as much as she could. Debbie had not even attempted to struggle as this
went on. First of all she was much too submissive by now, and secondly
the prolonged teasing torture had taken the last tiny bit of struggle
out of her. 

Miss Cunningham removed the white corset Debbie had worn during her stay
at the clinic. It was immediately replaced by a corset made of blue
rubber with steel supports. Using the tightening robot also used by
Mistress, Miss Cunningham tightened Debbie's corset until Debbie was
gasping for breath and she felt like she was being crushed in half by
the wicked contraption. As Miss Cunningham removed the robot, Mistress
came over with a measuring tape to check on her work. "Hmmm... 15
inches," Mistress remarked, "very good, slave." Miss Cunningham blushed
at the praise and kneeled, kissing Mistress shoes with gratitude. "Get
on with it." Mistress said to the kneeling slave and returned to Dr.
Jacobsen. Miss Cunningham once again wasted no time. She removed
Debbie's shoes, which left Debbie dangling by her wrists about 3 inches
off the floor since the platforms she had been wearing were about that
high. This hurt Debbie's wrists, but neither Debbie nor Miss Cunningham
paid any heed to this. Miss Cunningham because she didn't have the time
to do anything about it and Debbie because the pain was actually welcome
this time; it took her mind off her caged member straining for release
that wasn't forthcoming. Miss Cunningham put sheer, blue nylon stockings
on Debbie's legs of the kind that needed no garters to stay up. Then she
wiped off Debbie's genitals, which had once again become slick with her
juices, pulled them brutally in between Debbie legs and as far up
between her buttocks as she could before placing a sanitary napkin over
the genitals and securing it with a pair of blue rubber panties. Debbie
crotch was once again smooth. The last item before the shoes was a blue
skirt, the hemline of which was just below the knees. The shoes were a
pair of blue stilettos with a 6-inch heel. When Miss Cunningham had
finished dressing Debbie's lower half, she lowered her to the ground and
removed her cuffs. She then dressed Debbie in a simple white shirt and a
blue jacket matching the skirt, stockings and shoes. She then directed
Debbie to a make-up table and told her to fix herself up. As Debbie sat
down in front of the mirror, she saw that her hair had grown a great
deal. She could only brush and comb it as best she could, and although
it wasn't bad it definitely wasn't very tidy. She needed a haircut. She
could, however, fix her make-up and proceeded to do so. Mistress came
over to supervise the process and as she finished and rose before the
mirror, she once again marveled at how feminine she had become. Her
hands looked delicate and feminine, she had beautiful and very delicate
face with full, red lips. Her figure was slender, thanks only in part to
the corset, with a nice round ass and a pair of very eye-catching tits
bouncing freely under the shirt. Every time she moved the fabric of the
shirt provided a very exciting friction against her tits, and after
wearing the shirt for only a few minutes her nipples were erect and
adding to her excitement.

Mistress led Debbie up before Dr. Jacobsen. "You've done a wonderful job
doctor," she said, "thank you very much." Turning to Debbie she said:
"Thank the kind doctor, silly cunt." Debbie, unsure of precisely what to
do, opted to kneel down and kiss the doctor feet while thanking him.
This seemed like the correct thing to do, as both the doctor and
Mistress were smiling when Debbie was ordered to rise. 
As they left the doctors office Debbie saw the doctor sit down and undo
his fly as he called out to Miss Cunningham: "Get your lazy bitch-ass
over here!"

Mistress took Debbie's hand and led her out of the clinic. Apart form
the chastity device Debbie was completely unrestrained, but although it
felt weird and unfamiliar she still felt controlled. With Mistress
beside her she felt as though she might as well have been tied up in a
straight jacket, hooded and gagged. Her training so far had removed all
traces of independent thinking and turned her into a submissive puppet,
unable to think or act for itself. So Debbie docilely let herself be
guided to Mistress' limo, where Mistress placed her in the back seat.
Debbie's thoughts were exclusively about her love for Mistress and her
restrained arousal. She hadn't even noticed what the outside of the
clinic looked like.

Once inside the moving limo, Mistress grabbed Debbie by the chin and
began instructing her: "It is almost time for you to begin returning my
investment, slave," Mistress said. "I'm going to make money whoring you
out, and you had better work hard." Debbie nodded eagerly, not wanting
to cross Mistress. "You still have some training left before I let you
go about the business I have made you for, but today we are going to
take a little practice run." Debbie was listening attentively; very
surprised that she apparently was going to left unrestrained. 

Although she hadn't even thought about what Mistress would use her for
once her training was complete, she wasn't really surprised that she was
destined to become a whore. If she had thought about it, she would have
assumed that the whoring would take place in a brothel, where she would
be tied up in some way, waiting for a customer to come and torture her.
From what Mistress said it sounded as if she was destined to become some
kind of streetwalker.
Debbie's attention returned to Mistress as she spoke again: "First we
are going to fix that hair of yours and give you a manicure, so you can
look presentable. Then we are going a cafe where a customer will be
waiting for you. You are going to give him a truly magnificent fuck, or
I am going to make you scream all night. Is that understood?" Debbie
nodded fearfully as the limo pulled up to the curb: "Mistress, yes,
Mistress". "One more thing slave," Mistress said, "When we step outside
this limo, you will address me as "Miss Chamberlain" and nothing else.
Understood?" Debbie understood. "Good. Let's go." As they stepped out on
the road and up on the sidewalk, Debbie suddenly became very conscious
of her femininity. It was the first time she was outside dressed as
woman, looking for that matter just like a woman and she was very
self-conscious about it. She felt like everybody was looking at her.
This was only half-true. At least half the people were looking at
Mistress, but she was absolutely right that people were looking at her.
Some women were casting envious looks at the sexy babe with long legs
and high-heels, her tits bouncing beneath her shirt, but most were just
ogling her. As she followed Mistress into the very posh-looking beauty
parlor, she caught the look of a woman casting her an openly lustful
look. The look only increased in intensity as Mistress grabbed her hand
and pulled her into the beauty parlor. Once inside she was surrounded by
hairdressers who had obviously been expecting Mistress and herself. In
no time she was placed in a chair and while one person cut her hair
(without asking her how she wanted it), two others gave her a manicure.
She had been very sexy looking when she stepped into the shop, but now
she was on her way to having an element of class added to her looks.

Debbie was thoroughly enjoying the treatment when she noticed a woman
coming into the beauty parlor. The woman walked over to Mistress, who
was sitting reading a magazine while she drank a cup of latte. As they
began talking, Debbie recognized her. It was the woman who had eyed her
openly when they had crossed the curb. She looked to be in her late
forties with beautiful blonde hair coming down on her shoulders. She
wore a red turtleneck sweater under a reddish-brown jacket, a black
skirt and black high-heeled shoes. She had some quite expensive jewelry:
two diamond rings and a thick gold necklace and she had the hard, lean
look on her face of woman who was used to getting what she wants. In the
mirror Debbie noticed that Mistress and unknown woman motioning in her
direction as the talked. 
When the hairdressers had finished, Debbie once again looked herself in
the mirror. She admitted for the first time to herself, that not only
was she sexy and feminine, she was downright beautiful. A brunette with
brown eyes and full red lips. 

Mistress paid the bill and together with the unknown woman they went out
of the store. Mistress addressed Debbie: "There has been a little change
of plans, slut. This is Mrs. Walker." Debbie gave the woman her hand and
curtseyed slightly as she said: "Pleased to meet you Mrs. Walker." Her
own curtsey surprised her until she remembered the long hours of
indoctrination spent at the clinic, while she was locked in the class
cage waiting for her breasts to reach their proper size. Both Mistress
and the woman seemed pleased at her behavior as Mistress continued: "You
are going to show Mrs. Walker a very, very good time or I will see to it
that you are punished severely. Understood?" "Yes, Miss Chamberlain, I
understand," Debbie replied. "Good." Mistress continued, "Here is your
bag with all the things you might need. I will pick you up by Mrs.
Walker's hotel in 6 hours. Behave now." And just like that she left
Debbie with a complete stranger and drove off in her limo. The bag was a
small, quite stylish shoulder bag that weighed surprisingly much. Debbie
briefly wondered what it might contain.

Mrs. Walker took Debbie's hand to get her attention: "Let's go. I'm
eager to see if your skills live up to your looks, 'cause you are one
sexy bitch." Debbie didn't answer and Mrs. Walker didn't seem to expect
one. 
She led Debbie around the corner to a very fancy hotel. On the way she
explained: "Whenever I'm away from home without my husband, I try to
indulge my lesbian side. My husband is unaware of course, but then again
he is too old to do anything about it." She turned slightly towards
Debbie: "I'm quite excited about you, though. I've never tried a
sissy-bitch before, but you are so sexy I'm just aching to get you
between my legs. It should be quite interesting to see your little
thing. I must admit I was quite surprised when your Mistress told me."
Debbie felt very uncomfortable with Mrs. Walker talking like that in
public, but she smiled politely and said: "I hope I don't disappoint you
Mrs. Walker." As they walked into the lobby Mrs. Walker replied: "See to
it that you don't."

Mrs. Walker was greeted by the hotel personnel like the valued customer
she no doubt was, but everyone ignored Debbie completely. It seemed that
the people at the hotel were quite used to Mrs. Walker bringing
strangers up to her suite. They stepped out of an elevator that was
bigger, and more quiet, than Debbie's (John's) apartment had been and
into the hallway on the penthouse floor. Debbie noticed that there were
only two doors on the floor. Mrs. Walker opened one of the doors and
walked inside and Debbie followed. As soon as the door had closed behind
Debbie, Mrs. Walker grabbed Debbie and kissed her deeply and brutally.
Debbie responded immediately, embracing the woman and returning the kiss
with gusto. Mrs. Walker didn't want to wait, however. She broke off the
kiss and pushed Debbie down on her knees. They were standing in the
middle of a large living room like area, far from any kind of furniture.
Pulling up her skirt her voice came as hoarse, horny command: "Eat me,
you fucking whore!" Debbie didn't hesitate. She pulled down Mrs.
Walker's black, lace panties and began eating pussy. Mrs. Walker was a
natural blonde and had a large hairy bush to prove it. Debbie kept
getting hairs in her mouth, but didn't let that slow her down. In a
matter of minutes Mrs. Walker's moaning increased in volume and as she
came, she screamed and pressed Debbie's head into her crotch while she
thrust her pelvis forward in irregular little jerks.

Debbie had been trained not to stop until given the command, so she
continued to lick Mrs. Walker's pussy even after she had cum the first
time. Mrs. Walker at first seemed a little surprised at this, but soon
got over it. It took a little longer for her to cum this time, but still
they remained standing in the middle of the floor. Mrs. Walker seemed to
have forgotten all about her surroundings, all her attention focused
between her legs. When she had cum the second time, she ordered Debbie
to stop. Her eyes gleaming with satisfaction she said: "You do have a
talented tongue. Now let's see what else you can do. Undress me." Debbie
had never undressed anyone but herself before and she was unsure if she
could do it in a manner Mrs. Walker found enticing enough. She needn't
have worried. It all came to her as she, still kneeling, undid Mrs.
Walker's skirt. Her hands found all the right spots as she removed the
rest of Mrs. Walker's clothes, and as Mrs. Walker stood wearing only her
black high-heels her eyes were once again alight with excitement. "Strip
for me sissy," she ordered, "but leave your shoes and stockings." Debbie
started to undress, but she was unsure of one thing: "What about my
panties Mrs. Walker? Should I remove them too?" Mrs. Walker's face lit
up with cruel little smile: "Yes. I want to see your no doubt pathetic,
tiny little man-thing."

Debbie removed her blue rubber panties and the sanitary napkin they
held, her chastised genitals hung down between her legs. They were slick
with her own juices, the pre-cum signaling her perpetual excitement.
"Spread your legs. Hands behind your head, sissy. I want to inspect
you." As Debbie complied, Mrs. Walker bent forward to examine her
restrained cock. Debbie's cock throbbed with excitement and humiliation.
"Why is your pathetic little thing so slimy?" she asked. "I can't help
it, Mrs. Walker. I'm a horny slut, but since I'm not allowed to cum my
thing dribbles all the time by way of release. The more horny I am, the
more slime it produces" Debbie said, her face burning with shame and her
member more excited than ever. "And you are one perpetually horny slut,
aren't you?" Mrs. Walker asked. "Yes, Mrs. Walker" Debbie replied. "Go
to the bathroom and fetch a towel. I want to wipe it off. You may of
course not touch it yourself." As Debbie went to fetch the towel, she
wondered why everyone, not a slave themselves, she met seemed hell-bent
on dominating her. There was nothing that seemed to indicate that Mrs.
Walker belonged to the SM-set, but the minute she laid her eyes on
Debbie she seemingly wanted to control her. Was there something about
herself that invited domination, Debbie wondered?

When she returned, Mrs. Walker took the towel from her and began wiping
off Debbie's genitals. They were in the bedroom now, Mrs. Walker sitting
at the foot of a gigantic bed, covered in cream-colored silk sheets.
Debbie stood with her hands behind her head as Mrs. Walker first wiped
her genitals and then began fondling them. Apparently she wanted to see
Debbie's pre-cum dribble from her cock. In a matter of seconds Debbie
was whining and moaning with unfulfilled excitement. After a short while
the pre-cum began to dribble much to Mrs. Walker's amusement. To
Debbie's chagrin this continued to amuse her for quite a while and
Debbie's need only increased. When Mrs. Walker was finished with her
little game, Debbie was sobbing with need pleading for her to stop.
"Cute," Mrs. Walker remarked and pulled Debbie into the bed with her,
"but now it's my turn." She lay back on the pillows and opened her legs,
an unspoken order for Debbie to begin. This time Debbie was free to use
all her skills, her hands probing every one of Mrs. Walker's openings.
Debbie channeled all her own unfulfilled excitement into pleasing Mrs.
Walker, as had of course been Mistress' intention all along. Mrs. Walker
screamed with delight, her cries after a while becoming completely
incoherent. After what seemed like an eternity, she pushed Debbie away:
"Stop. Stop." She panted, her eyes slightly unfocused. She collapsed
onto her back with a satisfied sigh, her left hand tussling Debbie's
hair, patting her head affectionately like you would a good dog. "I
would love to buy you," she said, as Debbie froze with panic at the
thought at being separated permanently from Mistress, "but it just
wouldn't be practical. Too bad, bitch. I would have loved to own you."
Debbie relaxed again and in spite of her unfulfilled need, she enjoyed
having Mrs. Walker fondling her hair. She had begun realizing that she
wasn't going to get a lot, if any, sexual release and that she might as
well take what little enjoyment wherever she could.

Debbie began to doze off as she returned Mrs. Walker's affection by
fondling and gently kissing her leg. She woke up with a start at the
realization that Mrs. Walker was no longer in bed. As she lifted her
head she saw Mrs. Walker standing at the foot of the bed. "Look what I
found," she said holding up Debbie's shoulder bag in one hand and a pair
of handcuffs in the other. They had obviously come from the bag, as had
the rather large double-ended dildo Mrs. Walker was sporting from her
crotch. "On your knees my little sissy," she ordered Debbie who promptly
complied. She stood on all fours in the bed facing Mrs. Walker. She in
turn laid down the bag and the handcuffs on the bed and stood on her
knees facing Debbie: "Suck my dick, you worthless piece of sissy shit."
Debbie began sucking Mrs. Walker's "dick" for all she was worth. She
might as well lubricate it well, since she suspected that it would go up
her ass before long. Mrs. Walker grabbed Debbie's hair and began
thrusting her pelvis back and forth. She obviously enjoyed the feeling
of having the dildo pumped in and out of her pussy by a regular blowjob.
Soon she was making Debbie deep-throat the dildo and before long she
held it in Debbie's throat for longer and longer periods of time.
Finally she took a firm hold on the back of Debbie's head and thrust the
dildo as far down Debbie's throat as it would go. She held Debbie there
until she began to loose consciousness and her body began spasming
uncontrollably. Just before Debbie's eyes rolled back in their sockets
and she lost consciousness, Mrs. Walker pulled Debbie's head free of the
dildo, once more allowing her to breathe. As Debbie coughed and heaved,
she began crying. She had been convinced that Mrs. Walker was going to
let her choke to death.
Mrs. Walker paid no attention to this. She used the time to move behind
Debbie. There she took Debbie's hands and cuffed them behind her back.
Then she lifted up Debbie's behind, so that Debbie rested on her knees
and face, her ass raised high, and without further ado she guided the
dildo into Debbie's ass none too gently. Debbie drew a sharp breath and
continued coughing as Mrs. Walker began fucking her. The ass fucking was
of course enjoyable for Debbie, but since she could get no release it
only increased her frustrated dribbling of pre-cum from her restrained
dick. Mrs. Walker, however, enjoyed it immensely. Debbie could hear her
screaming her orgasms out again and again.

After eight or ten orgasms Mrs. Walker withdrew from Debbie's ass.
Before collapsing in the pillows, she pulled Debbie's head into her lap
and ordered her to clean the dildo. When Debbie had finished cleaning
one end, Mrs. Walker removed the other end from her pussy and ordered
her to clean that too. This completed Debbie nestled between Mrs.
Walker's legs, gently licking her to an orgasm when ordered to.

After a good long while Mrs. Walker released Debbie: "You have half an
hour before you are picked up. Take a bath and fix your make-up." It was
a little awkward for Debbie since she wasn't used to being free, but
soon she found it immensely enjoyable being able to bathe on her own.
After the bath, she applied her make-up and put on her clothes. As she
walked into the living room, she saw that Mrs. Walker, now fully
dressed, was standing by the door talking to Bryce. Debbie felt a surge
of warmth as she saw Bryce. She loved him nearly as much as she loved
Mistress. Debbie saw Mrs. Walker hand Bryce a very large wad of money:
"I would love to keep the slut. She really is the best cunt-lapper I've
ever met." It was clear that Mrs. Walker was reluctant to let Debbie go.
"But things being what they are, I can't see how I would manage. Shame."
Bryce nodded in sympathy as he put away her money: "I'll let Miss
Chamberlain know that you enjoyed it. Maybe we can make arrangements
some other time?" He handed her a card, which she accepted a little
surprised: "I'm sure we can," she replied, keeping her eyes on Debbie.
Bryce ended the conversation by giving Debbie her bag and saying: "I'm
sorry Mrs. Walker, but we really must be going." "Of course," she said
opening the door. As Debbie passed Mrs. Walker briefly fondled her ass.

Out in the hallway Bryce grabbed Debbie by the hand and dragged her
towards the elevator: "Let's go, whore. You have another customer to
please." As the elevator doors closed, Debbie thought that being a
whored out like this might not be so bad. If only she could cum just
once in while.

Being alone with Bryce and a little emboldened by her newfound
femininity, she worked up the courage to declare her love for Bryce in
her own awkward way and asked him: "Master Bryce, please may I suck your
beautiful cock, Master Bryce?" Bryce seemed a little surprised at
Debbie's openness, but he quickly pressed the "STOP" button on the
control panel. He then turned to Debbie who had cast down her eyes in
submission. A quick, hard slap across the face brought her to her knees.
Bryce grabbed her hair and forced her to look him in the eyes: "Slaves
may not ask such favors, you worthless cunt. But I'll make an exception
today. Get busy." Debbie needed no incentive. Her heart swelled with
pride and love as she took out Bryce's large member and began to suck.
She just loved giving head especially to someone she cared for as much
as Bryce.
Although it took a while before he came, it was too short a period of
time for Debbie. As she swallowed his cum, she wished she could suck
Bryce for hours to show him how much she loved him.
Bryce was in no mood to dawdle. He pulled her to her feet and started
the elevator. On the way down it took on other passengers, who saw, not
a Master with a sissy-slave, but a man with drop-dead gorgeous
girlfriend.

They reached the basement level where Bryce led Debbie to Mistress'
waiting limo. As they got in Mistress asked Bryce: "Satisfied customer?"
Bryce informed her that Mrs. Walker had indeed been satisfied. Turning
towards Debbie, Mistress said: "Lucky for you, little whore. Where we
are going now you won't get away with a little sucking and fucking and
other vanilla-stuff. Your next customer is an old friend. A real
connoisseur of the finer points of S&M. And you had better please him,
or both he and I will punish your silly ass so bad Dr. Jacobsen will
seem like a nice man." "Mistress, please, Mistress. Mistress, I will do
my very best, Mistress," Debbie replied, terrified. The mention of Dr.
Jacobsen made her hands clammy with fear. "Let's hope that's good
enough," Mistress said.

After a short drive the limo pulled up in front of a cafe. The place was
obviously up-scale. Before they left the limo Mistress gave Debbie a new
shoulder bag. It was made of blue plastic and although quite large, it
was quite stylish. It looked like an expensive bag for power shopping.
It was also quite heavy. Debbie dreaded its contents. She knew it would
be used on her. Mistress instructed Debbie: "We are going to meet my
friend, Mr. Benson, who is going to test your skills and quality. You
are going to leave with him after he and I have discussed some things,
and he is going to keep you overnight. Tomorrow morning I'll send Bryce
to pick you up." Mistress snickered a little: "Maybe "scrape you up" is
a better expression for what he'll have to do after Master Benson has
had his hands on you." She opened the door and exited, calling after
Debbie: "Let's go bitch."
They crossed the sidewalk and entered the cafe. It was full but not
crowded, with tables set far apart to provide a measure of privacy for
the customers. Mistress led the way to a table at the back of the room.
As they approached the man sitting at the table got up. Mr. Benson was
of medium height and build. His hair was black as was his finely trimmed
mustache. He wore an exquisitely tailored black suit with white shirt
and black tie. He looked just like a successful stockbroker or corporate
executive. Except for a pair of sparkling black eyes that gleamed, so
Debbie told herself, with sadistic expectation, he was completely
unremarkable.

"Helen," he greeted Mistress "always a delight to see you." Mistress
extended her hand: "Simon, so good you could come in spite of the change
of plans." They exchanged brief pecks on the cheek as a greeting. "I
hope the delay wasn't too much of a bother?" Mistress continued. "Not at
all, Helen. Not at all." Mr. Benson replied, "And this is your newest
acquisition? Your former nephew as I understand it?" "Yes this is the
useless girl in question," Mistress informed him. Mr. Benson motioned
for them to sit down and Mistress indicated to Debbie that she should
sit.
As they sat down Mistress and Mr. Benson engaged began talking business.
They ignored Debbie completely as they talked. Debbie didn't understand
what they were talking about so her attention wandered and she began to
take in her surroundings. Most of the people in the cafe sat in groups
of two or more talking among themselves, with a few sitting by
themselves. As the discussion between Mistress and Mr. Benson droned on
in the background, Debbie noticed that more than a few were casting her
interested looks. One man sitting by himself by the window even motioned
for her to join him. Debbie blushed and looked down quickly. She
couldn't get used to the fact that she had become an object of many
people's desires. Mistress caught on immediately: "Can't let you even
sit by yourself without you exiting some poor slob, can you?" she asked
with a smirk. "No Miss Chamberlain," Debbie replied in a small voice,
"I'm sorry Miss Chamberlain." Mistress disputed this instantly: "Don't
lie, you silly slut. You love it when people ogle you. You can't stop
thinking about sex can you, you horny little bitch?" Debbie's voice was
barely audible: "No, Miss Chamberlain. I'm horny all the time, Miss
Chamberlain. I'm sorry Miss Chamberlain." Mistress and Mr. Benson
laughed discretely at this. "Well, we had better put that hot body of
yours to some use, hadn't we then?" Mistress asked Debbie rhetorically.
"Yes, Miss Chamberlain." Debbie replied.

Mistress turned to Mr. Benson: "Well, Simon, I think we are about done
here. Should I arrange the pick-up for tomorrow or the day after?" Mr.
Benson face lit up at this: "If you could spare her, I would love to
have her an extra day." "That's settled then" Mistress said, "I'll have
her picked up the day after tomorrow. Have fun now." And with a peck on
the cheek from Mr. Benson she left.

Mr. Benson remained standing after Mistress had left. He looked down on
Debbie and said: "It's time I tried you out. It's been a while since
I've had a sissy and I have some things I'm just dying to try out on
you. Let's go." He threw some money on the table and extended his hand
to Debbie. Debbie took her bag and with some trepidation, took his hand
and stood up. They left the cafe and walked to his car. It was a very
large Mercedes. As he opened the door and helped her into the front
seat, she began to feel small and helpless. And horny. That feeling had
never left her and during the visit to the cafe she had squirmed in the
seat from unfulfilled need. Now she sat squirming in the front seat of
Mr. Benson's car. As soon as got in the car, he leaned over, grabbed her
by the neck and drew her close for a deep kiss. As always Debbie melted
and surrendered at the hard insistent touch of a Master or Mistress. She
kissed him back as passionately as she could. He reached down and placed
his hand in her crotch. He slid his hand all the way back until his
fingers were over her trapped genitals. Then he squeezed them hard. As
Debbie tried to double over in pain while she screamed, he grabbed her
throat, cutting of all sound. He looked her in the eyes and spoke: "Any
more squirming from you, you fucking whore, and I'll make sure that
spend the next month recovering from your wounds. Understood?" Debbie
was shocked and scared stiff as she replied: "Master, yes Master."
"Good," he said, starting the car and pulling into the traffic, "You can
blow me while we drive." Debbie wasted no time. In spite of the pain in
her groin, she quickly leaned over and undid his fly. The she took out
his rather large member and began licking it gently, while she massaged
his balls with the utmost care. "Make sure you make it last good and
long, slave. And make sure you don't spill a single drop." Mr. Benson
commanded as he began to get stiff.

As Mr. Benson came, Debbie had a hard time swallowing it all. His load
was massive, but she managed to get it all. Not long after Mr. Benson
guided his car down into a parking basement. He parked the car, got out
and came to Debbie's side to let her out. Holding the door for her and
guiding her to the elevator, he was the perfect gentleman, keeping a
polite and correct distance to her, letting her go first. The shift in
behavior made Debbie confused, but she was distracted by her own lust.
She needed to cum so badly! Her cock was straining against its prison
and her sanitary napkin was soaked her juices by now. She was slick with
pre-cum all the way up between her buttocks.

The elevator led directly to Mr. Bensons apartment. As soon as they had
entered the very large lobby, Mr. Benson ordered her to strip. She was
to remove everything, including her panties and her shoes. Debbie
quickly followed orders and in no time she stood naked except for her
chastity device. She stood on her tiptoes since she could no longer put
her heel down as a result of all the walking around in high-heeled
shoes. Mr. Benson then told her to follow him. He led her through a very
large and tastefully decorated apartment into his bedroom. In the
bedroom was a large and very solid looking wooden door. Mr. Benson
unlocked the door and pushed Debbie through. Not surprisingly the room
was a dungeon. Mr. Benson closed the door behind them and as Debbie
stood shivering on her tiptoes, pre-cum dribbling from her straining,
imprisoned member, he went to a cabinet in one corner. He returned with
a pair red ankle height boots with 7-inch stilettos. She put them on as
ordered and locked the little padlock securing them in place. As she
stood up he motioned for her to come over to where he stood. From the
ceiling a pair of thick and wide leather handcuffs were hanging by a
chain. "Give me your hands, slave," he ordered. He secured her hands in
the cuffs and using an automatic winch, he pulled the chain up until she
could barely touch the ground.
Moving closer to her, he lifted up her chin and asked conversationally:
"Have you ever whipped, slave? Whipped hard using a real whip?" Debbie's
throat constricted and she was unable to make anything but small
croaking sound as she shook her head. "Well, it's about time then, don't
you think, slave?" Debbie definitely didn't think so, but didn't dare do
anything but nod her head in agreement. "Good. Let's get started then,
shall we?" Mr. Benson said, obviously enjoying her fear. He got two
items from the cabinet: a truly fearsome looking bullwhip and padded
leather blindfold. As he put it on her, he explained: "Can't have me
hitting your eyes, now can we?" Her world became dark and she could her
him stepping back. 

Then everything exploded with pain. The blows fell all over her, from
her arms to her calves. Soon she lost her footing and twisted above the
ground hanging by her wrists. She screamed and screamed, soon unable to
discern one blow from the other. When the whip found her genitals, the
pain was so bad she thought she was going to pass out. Instead she hung
there almost retching with pain. She got it under control and soon her
screaming resumed. The whip found her unprotected body again and again,
occasionally hitting her genitals. She lost all sense of time, all she
felt was the pain. Just before she thought she was going to pass out,
the whipping stopped. For a minute or so she continued screaming, then
the screaming passed over into hopeless sobbing.

Mr. Benson let her hang there sobbing for a while. She could hear him
put the whip away and come over to stand in front of her. As he removed
her blindfold she saw him standing in front her with a cruel little
smile on his lips. "Don't you have something to say, slave?" he asked
her innocently. She knew her reply and since she didn't want to be
whipped anymore, she answered: "Master, yes, Master. Master, thank you
for punishing this worthless slave, Master." Mr. Benson nodded in
acknowledgement. Then he knelt in front of her, and to her great
surprise he freed her imprisoned member. In spite of the pain it
instantly sprang to life, throbbing with need. He moved behind her and
as he did she noticed a full length mirror right in front of her. In the
mirror she saw herself: a beautiful brunette in high-heeled red booties
with pretty brown eyes red and swollen from crying, her entire body
covered in angry, red welts and sporting a very conspicuous hard-on. In
the mirror she saw him coming up behind her and with no warning he
thrust his rock hard cock up her ass. She let out a yelp of pain and
surprise as he entered her, but as he grabbed her hips and began make
deep regular thrusts, she soon found the rhythm and began grinding her
hips as best she could in the awkward position on her tiptoes. She
needed release more than ever. She loved being fucked up the ass almost
as much as she loved giving head and soon she lost control of herself
and began begging for him to let her cum. In response he moved his right
hand around to her crotch and began stroking her member gently. In a
matter of seconds she was on the verge of cuming, her head thrown back,
eyes closed and moaning with pleasure. She concentrated hard on
providing her Master with the pleasurable pumping and grinding expected
of her. Just as she was about to cum, he took his hand away. A cry of
need and disappointment escaped her.
He continued fucking her and after a while he reached around and began
stroking her erect cock again. And just like before he pulled away at
the last minute. When he finally came Debbie had lost count of how many
times he had brought her to the brink only to pull away.

Mr. Benson took a moment to recover after he had shot his load up
Debbie's ass. As she hung there crying with desperate need, she could
feel his cum leaking out of her ass and running down her leg. When he
came back he had a red corset with him, which he promptly laced on her
waist. Like Mistress he had a lacing robot for the last adjustments,
which reduced Debbie's waist to a mere 16 inches.

As she stood there panting out of breath he released her hands. He then
guided her to a cross. It was shaped more like an X than a regular cross
and it was coated with thick, black rubber. In no time Debbie was
strapped spread-eagled on it. The straps not only held her wrists and
ankles, they also held her just above and just below the knees, above
and below her elbows, across her thighs just below her crotch and at her
midriff. She could move her head and fingers freely, but little else.
The fingers he soon fixed with leather mittens, folding her hands into
fists and leaving them as little, useless round balls at the end of her
arms. Embarrassingly her cock still stood rock hard.
With a hint of surprise in his voice he asked her: "You really like
being dominated and punished, don't you, you useless piece of trash?"
Debbie tried to look away in shame, but he grabbed her chin and forced
her to look him in the eyes. Her voice barely audible, she answered:
"Master, yes, Master." He released her chin and began turning away
chuckling to himself. Just before he turned, he let his hand fall in a
sharp slap aimed directly at Debbie's balls. The pain was especially bad
since she couldn't pull away or curl up. All she could do was to throw
her head back and scream.

He returned with a tray full of torture equipment. When Debbie saw all
the needles she began to cry. Tears streaming down her face she implored
him not to stick the needles in her. She begged and pleaded, but all he
did was to hush her gently: "There, there. You know you want it, slave.
In fact you know that you need it, so why fight it? You are worthless
little slave-slut, who loves being punished, so why not admit it and
take the punishment you know you need? If you don't want it, then why I
your silly little thing hard and throbbing?" Debbie tried to explain
that after weeks, even months of being denied orgasms, she was
constantly aroused and her member would stand for absolutely anything as
longs as it was free. Especially when you were in effect a nymphomaniac
who was constant being teased sexually. But all she could manage was
sniveling pleas that were drowned in sobs.

Mr. Benson didn't start with the needles, however. The first things he
took from the tray were a pair of circular metal bands, each an inch
wide and with a screw that could be operated without the use of tools.
These he placed around the base of her breasts and began tightening the
screws. In a matter of seconds her breasts were being squeezed into
purplish orbs, producing both pain and increased sensitivity in them.
When he had finished tightening the screws he briefly played with her
super sensitive nipples. With all the blood pressed into them tits
reacted to the most feather light touch with a mixture of pleasure and
pain that drove Debbie to the brink of orgasm. As her moans of passion
increased in pitch, Mr. Benson withdrew and once again left her hanging,
her need unfulfilled. Debbie whimpered with disappointment and began to
cry.
Her cries were soon turned into screams as Mr. Benson returned with his
needles. He proceeded to turn her sensitive tits into pincushions. The
needles he used were meant for syringes and at one end they had the
plastic couplings for attachment to the syringe. Mr. Benson pushed the
needles into her tits until the only thing sticking out was this plastic
coupling. The pain was excruciating and from the moment he put the first
needle in her all Debbie could do was scream. It didn't stop Mr. Benson
though. He seemed to enjoy her screaming and he smiled to himself as he
carried on with his work. When he was finished he had reduced Debbie to
a babbling, screaming wreck. He had placed the needles perfectly evenly
spaced on her tits, with less than half and inch between them, leaving
only her cleavage free of needles. There simply wasn't room for them on
the sides of the tits facing each other. There were so many needles and
they were so close together that Debbie could feel several of the
needles touching each other inside her breasts.
As Debbie lay there babbling and screaming, Mr. Benson tilted the cross
so that it now lay horizontally. Then he climbed onto the cross and sat
on her midriff. As he took out his throbbing member it became clear why
he had left her cleavage free of needles. He grabbed her tits and
squeezed them together around his dick and began fucking her tits. This
made the pain go from really bad to unbearable and Debbie became
completely incoherent. His hands pressing her tits together while he
pumped his dick back and forth in her cleavage soon drove him over the
edge and Debbie saw and felt his hot, sticky load hitting her chest and
face.
His lust temporarily sated, he slid of her leaving her with his cum
drying on her face. 

With the pressure gone the pain became somewhat tolerable again and
Debbie's screams stopped, replaced by moans and sobs. He left her in the
horizontal position, but took out an attachment for the cross to support
her head. "Support" might have been the wrong word, since what it really
did was force her head into a position looking down her body. He topped
it of with a strap across her forehead so she couldn't move at all.

She could see his preparations for the next bit of torture and the
seemed deceptively simple. All he did was take out a roll of solid
looking string. Mr. Benson then began pulling her balls. He grabbed her
nut sack and pulled it steadily. It wasn't really painful compare to the
tit torture, but it definitely wasn't a nice feeling. After a bit of
pulling Mr. Benson took out the string. First he tied it very tightly
around the base as far up towards the cock as he could. Then he began
winding it around the nut sack as tightly as he possibly could, with
each turn lying next to the one before. After a while it became clear to
Debbie what he was doing. The winding string had the effect of
stretching her nut sack so that it now resembled a thin, cylindrical
stick with string around it and two increasingly squeezed testicles at
the end. The pain in her balls from the pressure increased as Mr. Benson
wound more and more string on them. When he had finished Debbie was
emitting small panicked screams. Her balls were now two small bluish
balloons inflated at the end of something that looked like a stick with
string wound round it. A stick that was 3 inches long. Mr. Benson had,
thoughtful as he was, produced a mirror so that Debbie could se his
handiwork. To prove how sensitive her balls had become, he flicked a
nail so that it grazed her balls. This sent Debbie into a screaming fit.

Mr. Benson stood back to admire his work. As he did, he said to Debbie:
"You can't deny that you love the pain anymore, you little slut. Your
tits are pincushions and both they and your balls are squeezed to the
point of bursting and just look at your silly little thing. It's still
standing straight up, just throbbing for someone to touch it. Like so."
He demonstrated by ever so gently stroking her member. The touch made
Debbie forget all her aches and pains. She moaned in passion, her eyes
rolling back in their socket. More pre-cum began forming on the tip of
her already slick member. She was so close! But this time Mr. Benson
didn't remove his hand to leave her hanging. He did something worse and
Debbie couldn't understand how he did it. He shifted his stroking ever
so slightly so that now he not only maintained her state of arousal he
also prevented her from cuming. Debbie was growing mad with frustration.
How was this possible? His continuing touch should have sent her over
the edge a long time ago. Instead his stroking continued without her
being able to cum. She began begging and pleading. She would do
anything, anything at all if he would just let her cum. She desperately
needed to cum and tried of all her might to squirm in her bonds so that
she might thrust her hips a little and meet his hand and maybe that way
be able to cum. But it was no good. All her begging and pleading turned
into first screams and then desperate, hopeless sobbing as he kept her
on the brink for what seemed like forever. When he finally removed his
hand there was so much pre-cum that it dripped onto the floor. He cock
wouldn't stop twitching for the longest period of time after he stopped,
not even when he began the next part of the torture. Her balls, already
in pain from the squeezing were now positively screaming for release.
She had had blue balls ever since Mistress had put her first chastity
device on, but now her blue-balled state had reached its unbearable
peak.

Mr. Benson, ever the gentleman, did his best to take her mind of her
unfulfilled need. He produced a large red candle, which he lit. It had
burned for a while before Debbie could turn her attention away from her
throbbing and twitching cock and notice it. She knew that he was going
to use it to torture her, she just didn't know how. She found out as he
lifted the candle and began dripping hot wax on her tortured tits. Again
Debbie's world exploded with pain. And again Mr. Benson was patient and
methodical and over he took his time until he had coated her tits
completely with wax. The ends of the needles were blue plastic pieces
sticking out of a landscape of red wax.

Debbie felt like she had been screaming and begging for lifetime, but
Mr. Benson was clearly enjoying himself. He went around to stand at her
head. There he removed the support holding her head and managed to
squeeze himself in between her shoulder and her head so that he could
stick his dick in her mouth. The position was very painful and awkward
for Debbie, but this obviously didn't matter. She had to give him head
to the best of her ability. This time he took longer to cum, but finally
he shot his load into her mouth. He held her head tightly, forcing her
to swallow and almost choking her in the process. When he was done, he
replaced the head-support, strapping her head immovably in place.

He now moved to her crotch again, where he put a metal band around the
base of her cock. He tightened it until he was quite sure the blood
stayed in it so that it would remain erect no matter what he did. Then
he took out the candle again. Debbie began to cry when she saw it, but
of course that didn't stop him. As Debbie screamed her head off he
coated her member completely in unbearably hot wax. Finished with her
cock, he coated her balls too. This nearly caused Debbie to pass out.

As he stopped, Debbie lay there emitting small, weak and garbled
screams. She was at the end of her endurance and could take no more and
Mr. Benson knew it. He finished of the seance by fucking her ass. The
fucking caused considerable pain from the bumping against her balls, but
Debbie was too weak to scream anymore than she already did.

Debbie was almost delirious with pain when he said: "It's alright,
slave. You've done well so far. You are most entertaining when you
scream. I'll let you rest for a bit now before we continue." With this
Debbie burst out in desperate sobs. Mr. Benson produced a pair of
earplugs, a blindfold and a gag, which he put on Debbie. Soon she was in
a dark silent world where the only things she could feel were her pains
and her unfulfilled need. Although Mr. Benson had called it rest, it was
just another, more passive form of torture. There was no rest form her,
only pain and lust.

After what felt like forever, Mr. Benson removed her gag, earplugs and
blindfold. He smiled down at her as he said: "Let's get you out of the
bonds, shall we?" The first thing he did was to remove the metal band
around the base of Debbie's cock. It had cut off circulation in the
member, which was almost numb by now. But as he removed the band the
feeling returned with a vengeance. Debbie screamed as the blood rushed
back into her member, and her screaming only increased when he removed
the wax. Next came the balls where same thing happened. The pain was
driving her mad, but it was nothing compared to what came next. As he
removed the bands constricting the base of her tits, the pain was so bad
that she passed out. Debbie came to when Mr. Benson put smelling salts
under her nose. She tried to pull away from the awful smell, but of
course she couldn't. Instead she woke up to the terrible pain. This only
got worse as he first removed the wax and then the needles. Debbie
passed out several times during the process, but each time he woke her
up before he continued. At the end her screams were just weak gurgles,
all her strength sapped away. 

As he removed the rest of her bonds, she just lay completely still
unable to fight at all. He even removed her boots and her corset and
then he carried her limp form into the bathroom. There he gave her a
nice and gentle bath, and as she came gradually back to life he fed her
a light meal while lying in the tub. 
Debbie's mind was fogged and confused: Mr. Benson had tortured her worse
than anyone ever before, and yet now he was treating her gently and
kindly, caressing her softly as he dried her off and put the red boots
back on her feet. Debbie didn't even consider struggling when he
produced a red rubber straightjacket for her to put on. Oddly enough she
felt safe and protected by the cruel man who had just tortured her for
hours. The torture had made her his property to some extent and she was
unable and unwilling to disobey him or deny him anything.
The straightjacket was without the usual strap between the legs. Instead
it was held in place by tight straps around the waist. This meant that
her tortured member, that was still not imprisoned in a new chastity
device hung free. It felt very nice to have it swinging freely as Mr.
Benson led her to the bedroom. Once there he lifted her up and gently
laid her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back with
fervor. Even with torture as bad as he had subjected her to, she lost
her heart to anyone who could dominate her and treat her gently at the
same time. Mr. Benson climbed into bed with her and placed her on her
knees with her ass sticking up, face buried in the pillows. Then he
fucked her ass for a long, long time. A long slow, gentle fuck while
reaching around Debbie to stroke her cock. Of course he didn't allow her
to cum, but left her whimpering for release, that wasn't granted. After
he came he pulled the sheets over them both. She tried to rub her member
against him for release, but he grabbed her by the throat and ordered
her to stop. Defeated and spent she laid her head on his chest and fell
asleep.

Debbie was woken by Mr. Benson shaking her by the neck. She was still
half asleep when he ordered her to suck his cock. Guiding her by holding
her neck, he soon had her lips wrapped around his cock. As Debbie began
performing her duty, she gradually woke up. Her whole body ached from
the punishments yesterday, but of course her genitals and breasts were
the worst hit areas. As usual the mere hint of sexual activity aroused
her and since she loved sucking cock, her member immediately became
hard. This was very painful as her cock was extremely sore from the
torture. Her tits were in even worse condition. She could feel that they
were bruised and swollen underneath the straightjacket.
But of course she could pay them no heed; she had to keep on sucking.
Soon Mr. Benson moaned and shot his load into her mouth and she
swallowed it all, relishing the sticky liquid as it flowed across her
tongue and down her throat.

Mr. Benson got out of bed and turned around to face her. He then removed
the sheets and ordered her to lie flat on her back with her legs spread
out wide. "If you have moved and inch from this position hen I come
back, you are going to suffer," he said and left to do his morning
routine. Since she wasn't allowed to move, there was no chance of
getting off incurring Mr. Benson's wrath. And she definitely didn't want
to do that. Yesterday's punishment had been purely for sport. Debbie
didn't even want to consider what it might be if he was angry. So she
remained in the same position and eventually she dozed off.

Again he woke her rudely, this time by squeezing her balls none too
gently. Debbie sat up with a scream. "Wake up, slut. It's to get ready
for the new day," he said with a wicked smile." He dragged her out of
bed and onto the floor. On the floor stood a doggie bowl filled with dog
food. The name on the side was "SLUT". He ordered her to eat her
breakfast like a good, little sissy-slave. As she sat on her knees
bending forward to eat she saw that the surface of the dog food was
covered with cum. Still, she knew it was best not to complain and
started eating. It definitely wasn't delicious and it both smelled and
looked foul, but it was edible. When she had been eating for a few
minutes she felt the cold softness of lubrication being applied to her
ass. "Keep on eating," he ordered her as his massive cock entered her
ass. She grunted a little and almost instantly found the rhythm,
grinding and rocking as she had been taught. It was difficult to eat
while you were rocking your hips, and the problem was compounded be her
own arousal. Being ass-fucked had the usual effect on her and soon she
was moaning and thrusting her hips, forgetting to eat. When this
happened a sharp slap on her ass reminded her to keep up the eating. She
had finished eating when he came, and he turned her around and ordered
her to clean up his dick. It was of course slick with cum but also with
her own shit. Although it was revolting, one look at Mr. Benson's face
convinced her that objecting would be to invite extreme pain. So she
licked her shit and his cum off his cock and as he got hard again, she
gave him the blowjob he wanted. It felt good to swallow his nice cum,
flushing the taste of shit out of her mouth.

Mr. Benson stood up, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Still
holding her hair so that she had to walk bent over to one side, he led
her into the bathroom. As he removed her straightjacket Debbie saw
herself in a large mirror mounted on the far wall. Her breasts were a
bluish color and covered in tiny circular sores from the needles and on
top this there were welts from both the whipping and from where the hot
wax had hit her. They looked terrible, like two massive, swollen bruises
sitting on her chest. Her member looked just as bad. It also was bruised
and swollen, covered in welts from both the whip and the wax. But the
most noticeable things were her balls. Her ball sack had been visibly
lengthened and her balls hung down in way they hadn't done before.
Debbie was shocked, but she could see the twisted logic in it: It would
make punishments involving her balls easier, since they were now easier
to grab.

She didn't have time to think anymore about it as Mr. Benson pushed her
into a shower stall next to the tub. First he chained her hands above
her head. Then he removed her boots and put a pair of high-heeled
sandals on her feet instead. As he fetched a large bucket, Debbie
guessed what would come next, and she was absolutely right. After three
very large enemas she was covered in cold sweat and moaning loudly as
she held in the fourth, which was much larger than the previous three.
When she looked down her body, she could see her belly, distended almost
like she was pregnant. The enema was held in by a large inflatable
butt-plug. As Mr. Benson finally removed the plug and allowed her to
shit, she expelled the revolting mixture of water and shit with a deep
groan of relief. 
After the enemas Mr. Benson gave her a quick shower and dried her off
with a soft, fluffy towel. Debbie enjoyed the drying to the fullest,
leaning into Mr. Bensons arms and sighing softly as he touched her. Of
course she was rock hard and her cock was secreting a steady stream of
pre-cum, but again there was no release. As he pulled the towel away
from her erect member, the last spot he had dried, she whimpered with
disappointment. He then put a new black, corset on her. It was brutally
constrictive but not very wide, only about 8 inches. He laced it down to
15 inches and the effect was a stunning figure with a tiny waist, and
Debbie breathing in small, controlled gasps. Next came a wide leather
collar and a pair of 7-inch high stilettos, with locking straps around
the ankles. Finally he took her arms down and put them in a black,
leather arm binder. He attached a leash to her collar and led her
through the apartment to the dungeon. In the middle of the room stood a
large TV and DVD-player and in front of this was a contraption that made
Debbie stop in her tracks and let out a small scream of fear. It was a
pole rising out of the floor. The top part of the pole was a huge, metal
dildo, bristling with ridges and knobs. It was far larger than anything
she had ever taken up her ass, larger even than Dr. Jacobsen's fist and
arm. About a foot down the pole a thick metal bar was welded to the pole
at a 90-degree angle, clearly meant to act as a seat or perch of some
sort. As Mr. Benson pushed her towards the pole, Debbie began to plead:
"Master, please, Master. Master, this useless slave can't take that
monster up her sissy-ass, Master. Master, please, Master. Master, this
worthless slut will split down the..." Mr. Benson stopped her babbling
with a sharp slap to her face: "Shut up, you worthless piece of shit,"
he spat at her, "your Mistress and I agreed that it do you good." Debbie
whimpered in defeat as he pushed her towards the pole. Once there she
was thankful to see that it had been well lubricated in advance.
Reluctantly she was positioned with her ass over the monstrous dildo and
pushed down. As it passed her sphincter she began screaming in pain, but
the pressure on her shoulders and her poor footing meant that she kept
going down. Halfway down her scream turned silent as she felt like the
air had suddenly gone out of her and all she had left were her wildly
shaking head, with eyes opened so wide it looked like they were going to
pop out of her head. When her ass finally touched the metal bar, it took
a few seconds before she managed to get a whopping breath in and let out
a desperate scream of shock and pain, before she began crying in panic.
She couldn't possibly survive this. She felt like she was being split
right down the middle and that the dildo filled her whole body. When she
looked down she could see the bulge it made on her abdomen, standing out
like a ridge she could even see the outline of the knobs on it. The
corset pressing on the upper part of the dildo definitely didn't make
things any better. Debbie was close to panic as Mr. Benson calmly tied a
wire hanging down from the ceiling to the back of her collar and pulling
it upwards, choking her a little while making sure she upright. Then he
tied the ring at the end of her arm binder to a ring in the floor and
tightened the strap, thus pulling back her shoulders and further making
sure that she sat upright with her chest out. Finally he lifted her feet
off the ground and secured her ankles to the metal bar so that her legs
were folded, knees pointing down and all of her weight rested on the
dildo and the cross bar.

Debbie's breath came in small panicky gasps and she was close to
hyperventilating, when Mr. Benson knelt in front of her. He grabbed her
chin in one hand and his other closed around her balls. He squeezed them
hard enough to get her attention and said: "Stop whining and concentrate
on breathing. Come on now: In. Out. In. Out..." Debbie gradually got
herself under control by reminding herself that she had tried worse
things. As she began breathing normally Mr. Benson fetched a large jar
of ointment of some sort. Debbie was in a lot of pain and discomfort,
she couldn't breathe properly because of the wire pulling on her collar,
but still she became aroused as Mr. Benson began to apply the ointment.
He started by applying copious amounts to her breasts and kneading it
into the sore tits. The ointment stung, but it also provided a welcome
coolness. The kneading itself was slow and sensual and very, very
arousing, something that surprised Debbie since she would have expected
the soreness in her tits to be overwhelming. The last things he did to
her tits, was to apply a thick coating of the ointment and then seal
them a plastic membrane, somewhat like cling film. The membrane stuck to
her skin, making sure her tits were covered.
He then went on to her bruised cock. Debbie let out a long-drawn whimper
of pure pleasure as Mr. Benson began applying the ointment to her
genitals. Again her cock was twitching with urgent need in seconds and
Debbie's eyes rolled back as she moaned with passion. She was so close,
if only he would let her come. But of course he wouldn't. Once again he
demonstrated his masterful touch, continuing to stroke while not
allowing her to cum, keeping her on the brink for as long as he desired.
Debbie was again reduced to begging and pleading tearfully, but to no
avail. She cried with disappointment as he sealed her cock and balls in
a plastic bag filled with ointment, closing it by tying it off at the
base of her cock. The bag with her genitals continued twitching for a
long time after he removed his hands.

He now stood up and unzipped his fly and took out his member and thrust
it into Debbie's mouth. As always she gave a passionate blowjob. Even in
a situation as painful and uncomfortable as the one she found herself in
now, she loved giving head. When he came she swallowed his cum with
relish. After she had cleaned his cock and swallowed the last drop of
cum, he smiled at her and produced a large penis gag, which he put into
her mouth and strapped in place behind her head. Then he turned on the
DVD and left with: "Enjoy the show", as his parting salute.

The first film consisted of recording of Mistress breaking in Giselle.
From the recordings it was clear that Giselle, like herself, was a
passionate slut who deep down had wanted to be dominated and feminized.
It was clear from the way she quickly gave in to the domination and gave
herself willingly to Mistress, even seeking out the domination and
abuse. The pictures were enormously arousing and even in her desperate
state of arousal; Debbie could recognize herself in Giselle. The next
film was in a way the opposite of the first. It was recordings of the
feminization, again by Mistress, of two very unwilling boys, who looked
to be kidnapped college students. They struggled every step of the way,
but eventually they were transformed into horny and squirming little
sluts, begging for cock. Towards the end of the film one of them was
sold to a huge man, a bodybuilding type with a massive cock. The film
ended with the sissy passionately sucking her new Master's cock, while
her own member strained desperately against its chastity device. The
third and final film followed the other little reluctant sissy as she
was trained to be a pony girl. As Debbie watched the sissy was fitted
with hooves, bit and harness and trained rigorously to carry her new
owner, a petite and very cruel Japanese mistress, Debbie marveled at the
eroticism of the situation. She imagined being trained and living like a
pony, ridden by Mistress every day or pulling a cart with Bryce at the
reins. The film ended with the sissy-pony being fitted to her new cart.
She wore hooves, boots encasing her feet and keeping her on her toes so
that her heels didn't touch the ground. She was severely corseted and
her arms were folded up between her shoulder blades in a leather pouch.
She was bent over at the waist and chains from her pierced nipples to
her knees secured her position there. The two long metal bars by which
she pulled the cart were secured at her sides, but there was also a
third, thick metal bar coming from the cart. This one went directly up
her ass, and by the looks of quite far up her ass. To prevent her from
looking down or to the sides, her head, which was encased in a thick,
black rubber hood, was pulled back by a strap going from the top of her
head to her corset, and two straps going from either side of her head to
her shoulders. The final shot was of the desperate look in her eyes as
her mistress set her in motion with a lash of the riding crop. She may
have looked desperate, but Debbie had seen her cock straining against
its prison, slick with pre-cum and she knew what the pony sissy had
really been desperate for.

Although there was no clock in the dungeon, Debbie estimated that the
three films in total lasted a good two hours. The DVD was set for
auto-repeat and Debbie had watched the film four and half times when Mr.
Benson finally returned. Although her constant arousal took some of he
attention away from her ass, the pain in her nether regions was now so
bad that she was close to hyperventilating and passing out. When the
door finally opened and Mr. Benson came in she began crying with relief.
But she soon found out that Mr. Benson hadn't come to provide relief for
her. In one smooth movement he undid her gag and pulled it with one
hand, while he pulled out his erect cock with the other. Debbie's
efforts to plead for release from the vicious pole were stifled by Mr.
Benson's cock being rammed down her throat. This time there was no time
for a well-performed blowjob. Mr. Benson grabbed her head with both hand
and began fucking her face so violently that he managed to press his
cock down her throat even at the very awkward angle that her head and
throat were in as she sat upright on the pole. The speed and force with
which he was fucking her face meant that she had almost no time to
breathe. When his cock was out of her throat she was retching and when
the retching paused his cock was again rammed down her throat. Just as
she was about to pass out he came, spraying his load into her mouth and
in her face. As he removed his member, she could breathe again and took
in deep breath. Taking the deep breath she also took in a lot of semen,
which sent her into a coughing fit. As soon as her coughing ceased, Mr.
Benson grabbed her by the hair and forced her to look at him. "Shabby
performance, cunt." he said, "Once more." With this he again presented
her with his cock, which was once again hard and ready. This time she
was actually allowed to suck his cock and did so to the very best of her
ability. She was scared to death of failing, as she was sure he would
just leave her on the pole. She couldn't it take much more and was close
to panicking. 
When he shot his load again she was extra careful to swallow everything
and to clean his cock well. As she looked at him with begging eyes, he
remarked casually: "That was okay." Then he walked out of the room,
leaving her behind on the pole. As the door closed behind him, she began
to cry hopelessly. She thought she was never going to get off the pole.
She didn't know for how long she had been crying when he returned. Her
sobbing stopped as she looked imploringly up at him. She hoped so
desperately for release from the pole that she held her breath. When he
began undoing the straps she cried with relief and gratitude, babbling
incoherent thanks to him.

When he had undone all the straps and her feet were once again touching
the ground, he used the wire connected to the back of her collar to
hoist her to her feet. This cut off her breathing completely and caused
her to jerk spasmodically as she was slowly and very painfully pulled
off the enormous dildo. Even though spots were dancing in front of her
eyes and she was convulsing with the need to breathe, she registered
huge relief as the dildo popped out of her ass with an unpleasantly wet
smacking sound. The moment her feet touched the ground, she collapsed in
a heap retching and coughing, trying to catch her breath.
Once this was achieved, she tried to gather herself. Her asshole felt
like it couldn't close itself anymore. It felt like someone had parked a
bus in her rear. Her legs were completely useless, numb from their
cramped position.

Mr. Benson paid no heed to her damaged asshole or her useless legs. He
flipped her onto her back and started to remove the plastic covers on
her tits and cock. After removing the plastic he wiped off the remaining
ointment, which in the case of her cock was mixed with copious amounts
of pre-cum. As he examined her surprisingly gently, Debbie began to feel
a little better. She was lying painfully on her arms, bur the pain from
them was nothing compared to the pain from her asshole, which she could
feel beginning to close ever so slowly. The feeling in her legs was also
returning slowly, but she didn't dare to move them for fear of upsetting
Mr. Benson. As she looked down herself, she saw that although both her
cock and her tits were badly bruised, the swelling had gone down
considerably. The tightness in the skin in the damaged places had also
subsided.
Again Mr. Benson proved himself to be a master of manipulation. Touching
her member ever so softly he again managed to hold her on the brink
without letting her achieve an orgasm. Five minutes of Mr. Benson's soft
touch and Debbie was crying and whimpering with frustration.
After ten minutes of futile begging and whimpering from Debbie, he
stopped his manipulation of her member and stood up. Looking down on her
he commanded: "Get up, bitch." Debbie rushed to comply but her legs
wouldn't obey her. She feebly tried to stand up, but didn't achieve more
than gathering her legs beneath her. She couldn't stand up. "Lazy,
fucking bitch," he exclaimed and grabbed her hair. Then he dragged her
by the hair across the room. Here he had a collection of leather objects
lying on a small table. From the pile he picked up a large pouch-like
object, split on two sides. He ordered her to fold up her right leg,
which she reluctantly did. Next he pulled the pouch up her leg, encasing
it so that only her foot with its high-heeled shoe stuck out. On the
sides of the pouch that were split were laces, which he tightened. This
way the pouch fitted smoothly over her leg, almost fusing her calf and
her thigh. Her leg was held in its folded position, with no possibility
of stretching out. Only her foot stuck out of the pouch and she wriggled
it uselessly in a futile attempt to get free. He then tied her other leg
up in the same way. Next on the agenda were her arms. He undid the arm
binder and quickly put fingerless, leather mittens on her hands,
rendering them useless. He then produced a pair of leather pouches that
looked just like the ones on her legs, only smaller. He folded up her
arms and put these on her. Her useless hands stuck out the top of the
pouches.

She had been laying on her back as he did this, but now he turned her
over and stood her up, so that she rested on her elbows and knees. There
she stood on all fours a little uncertainly. The last item was a metal
contraption inserted into her mouth. When the adjustment screws on the
sides were turned, her jaws were forced apart. Mr. Benson turned the
screws until Debbie thought her face would be ripped in two. Her eyes
were rolling wildly above her stretched face and she was only capable of
making garbled noises.

Mr. Benson knelt down before her. "Stick out your tongue," he ordered.
With some trepidation she stuck out her tongue. Mr. Benson tied a sturdy
piece of string around her tongue, winding it around many times before
tying it off. It had the effect of squeezing her tongue together on the
middle, making speech even more difficult. The final touch was a weight
of about pound added to the end of the string, forcing her to hold her
tongue out of her mouth.

Mr. Benson grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes: "Nice doggy, nice
doggy," he cooed, "Would doggy like to get fucked up the ass? Would
doggy like to get Master's hard cock rammed her backside?" Debbie didn't
really like the idea of having anything else rammed up her abused
asshole today, but she knew the answer that was expected of her and
nodded enthusiastically. Mr. Benson went behind her and soon she felt
her violated asshole being lubricated, followed by the intrusion by Mr.
Benson. Although quite painful it wasn't nearly as bad as she had
imagined it would be, and she managed to grind her hips as she had been
taught. However, she didn't manage to clench her asshole to please Mr.
Benson. For that she still had too little control over her abused hole.
Still, her conditioning kicked in and she began to get excited again
even before Mr. Benson applied his masterful touch to her cock, driving
her out of her mind with unreleased pleasure. Completely garbled screams
and pleas came from her mouth as he kept her on the brink for what
seemed like an eternity. When he finally came, he pulled his hand away
without letting her cum. As he pulled out she hung her head down, crying
and sobbing with frustration. He finished the job by plugging her with
another monster of a dildo, though not nearly as big as the one she had
spent the best part of a day sitting on it was still very large. Leaving
her standing on all fours he left the room, only to come back dressed to
go out. He attached a leash to her collar, gave it s sharp tug and said:
"Come on doggy. Time to go." She followed him; walking on elbows and
knees, drool from her open mouth and pre-cum from her overexcited cock
dripping on the floor, without really thinking about it. But as they
neared the front door she stopped in her tracks. He meant going outside!
She couldn't be seen like this! Mr. Benson felt the leash tighten and
turned around to face the panic-stricken sissy: "Yes, bitch. We are
going outside," he said to her, "and if you stop one more time, I'm
going to whip you silly, you useless cunt." The mention of whippings
unfroze her. She would do anything to avoid another whipping at the
hands of Mr. Benson. The welts from the first whipping were still
prominent on her body, and had he not hurt her even worse afterwards,
these welts would still dominate her world of pain.
He led her into the elevator. As the doors opened she followed him on
all fours into the parking basement. No one was there, but she still
felt very self-conscious as he led her to the car. He opened the trunk
and lifted her inside. He stuffed her mouth with some smelly rag and
tied her arms and legs together before covering her with a thick blanket
and shutting the trunk.

They drove for a long time before he stopped the car and shut off the
engine. The trunk popped open and he freed her from the gag and the
straps on her arms and legs. Then he lifted her out to stand on the
asphalt paving of a parking lot. Grabbing her leash he led her across
the parking lot towards a brightly lit building. It was night and a lot
of people were out on the town. Most people who saw her pointed and
giggled, while some just stared. A few greeted Mr. Benson like an old
friend. As they came closer to the building she saw a couple of Masters
and Mistresses leading their slaves towards the same place, obviously an
S&M-club of some sort. None were tied as brutally as herself and no one
but she had both tits and a cock.

At the club Mr. Benson was treated like royalty, obviously a valued
costumer. While other slaves stared at her, some wishing they were in
her position, others shuddering at her predicament, the Masters and
Mistresses at the club looked on enviously as they were let into a
special part at the back of the club. This was clearly the VIP-section.
Although Debbie didn't know it, the difference between the two sections
was that in the VIP-section only people who were in effect professional
slavers were allowed, while the rest of the club catered to the happy
amateurs. These were led to believe that the VIP-section was for special
people with money and connections that preferred to do "business" in
private. This was of course a lie, but still closer to the truth than
one would expect. It was also a stroke of genius, hiding a deeply
illegal club inside a perfectly legal one. No one would suspect that
some of the tied up people going in and out of the club were really tied
up against their will. It was an S&M club, people were supposed to be
tied up.

Inside the VIP-section the slaves were really slaves. Perhaps some had
entered slavery of their own free will, but none had imagined the extent
of their slavery. More than a few were badly bruised like Debbie and all
were tied in the most uncompromising fashion. Debbie suddenly heard a
familiar voice: "Simon," Mistress called, "I hope the worthless little
slut didn't disappoint you too much?" she asked him as they exchanged
kisses. Behind Mistress, Bryce was hovering with another sissy-slave,
this one an absolutely stunning black beauty. Except calling her black
was as always a misnomer, a label that is just plain wrong. The sissy's
skin was a beautiful coffee-with-cream color and absolutely smooth. She
had long wavy hair, gathered in a ponytail and large brown, almond
shaped eyes. She was quite tall, very slender with long legs and a
naturally slim waist, constricted impossibly by a brutal black corset.
Her breasts were perfect, perhaps 36C, with small nipples that stood
straight out. Her arms were secured behind her back in an arm binder and
on her feet were black knee-high boots with 6-inch stilettos. A chain of
no more than 6 inches connected her ankles. Her cock was imprisoned like
all Mistress' slaves; a mesh cage holding the balls connected to a tube
holding the penis itself. The tube had two metal straps running across
the head of the penis, holding it back. Her chastity device and inner
thighs were slick with her own juices, her cock straining against its
prison. She gagged with a big, black ball-gag and Bryce led her by a
leash connected to her wide leather collar. She looked demurely down but
cast the occasional loving glance at Bryce. If it hadn't been for
Mistress, Debbie wouldn't have been able to take her eyes off her.
"The slut's performance has been...satisfactory", Mr. Benson answered,
drawing out his approval. "She a gifted tongue, but not much in the way
of tolerance when it comes to pain. She was downright pitiful taking the
big one up her ass." Debbie shuddered involuntarily at the mention of
the monster she had taken up the ass. Mistress looked sternly at her:
"The low pain barrier is only good," Mistress countered, "it makes her
so much more fun to torture. And her ass shouldn't be too loose just
yet, since I plan on making some money off the bitch." Mr. Benson raised
an eyebrow in response and asked, nodding in the direction of the sissy
Bryce was leading: "New acquisition?" Mistress responded with a little
smile: "Yes. I just got her back from the good doctor's clinic." Debbie
again shuddered involuntarily and she could see the beautiful, black
sissy do the same. "A sweet story this one has actually. Fills one with
hope for the fate of humanity." She giggled a little and continued: "It
seems that the slut lived together with her sister and mother. No other
relatives. The sister was two years older than her. 19 years old and
into S&M in a big way, dominant, but without anyone in her family knew.
When their mother died, she became the guardian of her little brother.
She instantly took him out of high school and began dominating him at
home, keeping him a virtual prisoner and sissifying him to some extent.
When he turned 18, she told everyone that he had run away and sold him
to me. Sweet girl. I have given her a lucrative job, dominating people
professionally." Mistress laughed a little: "The really funny part is
that the little sissy is so much like Debbie here." Mistress kicked
Debbie in the ribs to point her out: "She really likes being a
sissy-slave and, like Debbie, she has taken a real shine to Bryce.
Haven't you, girls?" Mistress asked with a contemptuous smile. Both
sissies looked down, blushing deeply. Mistress, Bryce and Mr. Benson
laughed at the girls. Debbie wished she could look pretty for Bryce. She
felt humiliated at being tied up on all fours in front of Bryce, mouth
held open, her tongue hanging out and drool and pre-cum dripping on the
floor. Debbie wished she could look pretty like the black sissy and she
wished that she could take her place at the end of Bryce's chain.

Mistress and the two men went to the bar to talk and the slaves went
with them. As Mistress and the Masters talked, she caught the eye of the
black girl. She looked horrified at Debbie state but interested and
aroused at the same time. Debbie noticed that her hips were making
little thrusting movements, without the sissy seemingly noticing
herself.
As she and the other sissy tried to communicate with their eyes,
Mistress kicked again to get her attention. "Let's see how large your
ass has become, worthless little sissy-slut." With further ado she
quickly and brutally pulled the plug out of her ass. Debbie made a sound
of surprise and pain. Mistress went behind her and said: "Make sure you
don't move forward now, bitch." Debbie tried to steel herself, but she
was still very surprised when she felt the tip of Mistress' high-heeled,
black boot entering her asshole. But she managed to stand fast as
Mistress pushed until the whole of her forefoot was inside Debbie's ass.
Only the heel was outside, with the stiletto pressing against Debbie's
balls. Debbie groaned with the strain. Abruptly Mistress pulled out her
foot and came to Debbie's front. "Lick." she commanded as she placed the
boot before Debbie. Standing as she was on her elbows, Debbie couldn't
really bend forward; she could only crane her neck down and this didn't
bring her head down to Mistress boot. She managed to get all the way
down only by placing her elbows far apart, standing in a very stressful
situation. There she licked her own shit of Mistress boot, a disgusting
job. But she knew she had no choice, so she didn't hesitate. Meanwhile
Mr. Benson put the plug back in her ass, which had begun to feel a
little empty after Mistress removed her boot.

When she had finished cleaning the shoe, Mistress kicked her hard in the
ribs, making Debbie land on her side. Once on her side, Mistress knelt
down beside Debbie and flipped her all the way over on her back. She
inspected Debbie's bruised genitals much to Debbie's delight. Mistress
touch made her groan with pleasure and throw her head back in delight.
But like Mr. Benson, Mistress also had the masterful touch, never
allowing her to cum, and again Debbie was crying her frustrated tears.
After playing with Debbie for while, Mistress got a rag and wiped off
her fingers. She went to the bar and got some items and when Debbie saw
them, she began to cry. In her hands Mistress held an icepack and a
chastity device. Debbie shook her head and made garbled pleading noises,
but to no avail. Mistress placed the icepack directly on her genitals,
covering them completely and soon Debbie's erection had shrunk to a
pitiful, little, shriveled thing. Mistress deftly imprisoned Debbie's
cock as Debbie began crying in earnest. "Oh, do shut up, slut." Mistress
said, giving Debbie's balls a vicious slap. Debbie whimpered with pain
and tried to curl up, but she lowered the volume on her crying. "Bryce."
Mistress said, "Let's get these little horny bitches home. They need the
safety of home."

Mistress and Bryce said their goodbyes to Mr. Benson and left the club
through a side door that didn't go through the regular club area.
Outside a limo was waiting and Bryce lifted first one, then the other
sissy inside. As the limo pulled away neither Mistress nor Bryce wasted
any time: Mistress pulled up her skirt and removed her panties. Then she
shoved a double-ended dildo into Debbie's mouth. This hurt quite a bit
since her tongue was still outside and the dildo pressed it against her
teeth. Mistress also pushed it so far into her mouth that it rested
against the back of her throat so she had fight off retching all the
time. Finally Mistress pulled Debbie's head up to her crotch and ordered
Debbie: "Fuck me, you whoring piece of shit." While Debbie did as she
was told, Bryce had removed the black sissy's gag and taken out his
member. The girl was giving him a passionate blowjob, obviously enjoying
every moment.

When they arrived at Mistress mansion Debbie was standing on all fours
in the limo, dildo still lodged in her mouth, as Mistress hadn't
bothered to remove it. The black slave had been re-gagged, but you could
still see a little smile on her face and her eyes had a dreamy look in
them.
Outside the car Giselle stood waiting for them. She was again dressed in
her maid's outfit and looked smashing as usual. Giselle was given the
leashes for both the slaves as Bryce and Mistress disappeared into the
house. Like the black sissy, Giselle's ankles were also connected by a
6-inch chain so it took a while for her to lead them where they were
going. She led them through the house to one of the basement levels.
Exiting the elevator Debbie began to appreciate how big the house really
was. In the basement Giselle led them to a room holding a truly enormous
amount of bondage equipment. There were racks, tables, lockers and
cupboards all filled with straps and chains and other implements to
restrain people. First Giselle tended to the black girl. She removed
everything from her except the corset. She put a new pair of 7-inch
stilettos with locking ankle straps on her, and then she put her in
straightjacket made of thick, black leather. A wide leather collar went
around her neck and finally a hobble skirt was put on her. She was left
un-gagged, but Giselle tied her leash off to a ring in the wall.

Debbie took a lot more work, but again Giselle was methodical, she
removed everything Debbie had on first. When Giselle had removed the
last item, one of the leg binders, Debbie lay prone on the floor.
Neither her legs nor her arms would obey her command and she was
exhausted from all the abuse and the strange ties she had been in all
day. But Giselle didn't let her rest. Instead of waiting for Debbie to
get command of her limbs, she put Debbie's hands in a pair of leather
cuffs connected to a chain coming down from the ceiling. Using a motor
winch she pulled on the chain until Debbie's toes were just touching the
ground. Then she began dressing her like the black girl. First came a
strict corset like the one the other sissy wore. Then came all the other
stuff: straightjacket, 7-inch stilettos, hobble skirt, collar and leash.
When the corset and the shoes had been put on her, Debbie had gained
enough control over her legs to stand and now she stood beside the black
girl, dressed just like her, waiting to be led somewhere by Giselle.

They didn't have to wait long. Giselle led them to another room in the
basement. Behind a huge steel door with an elaborate lock to which
Giselle had the key, lay narrow corridor. On either side of the corridor
was a row of steel doors leading to a number of cells. Giselle opened
door number 8. Inside was a cell no more than three feet across and no
more than eight feet long. The floor was raised up creating the
impression of a dais right behind the door. The floor, or dais, was
padded like a mattress. As Giselle helped them inside the cell and onto
the mattress Debbie saw that there was nothing inside the cell except a
very bright, white light bulb and a small ventilation grille. Lying down
was a tight fit. Lying shoulder to shoulder, neither could lie on her
back and they were forced to lay face-to-face, their lips and eyes
inches apart.
Before she closed the door Giselle addressed them. "Mistress has ordered
me to say that the two of you are going to get to know each other very
well. You will be living and working together when Mistress decides that
you are ready to be sent out whoring. Goodnight bitches." With that she
closed the door and the lights went out. Inside the cell it was pitch
black and the only sound that could be heard was the breathing of the
two sissies.

The other girl spoke first: "Mistress has given me the name Shawna. Who
are you?" her voice a velvet purr, so sexy that Debbie could feel
herself getting excited. Debbie answered: "Mistress gave me the name
Debbie." She couldn't help herself and stumbled on: "I thing you are
very sexy, Shawna and I can see that you love Bryce too." Debbie feared
that she had offended Shawna, when Shawna replied by finding her mouth
and kissing her deeply. Debbie returned the kiss with passion and when
they reluctantly pulled away Shawna said: "Yes it's true. I love Bryce
even more than I love Mistress. And I think you are dead sexy too,
Debbie. I would love to fuck yours brains out, but unfortunately I don't
think that is in the cards for us." She finished with a sad little
chuckle, which Debbie joined in. "No, I don't think either of us are
going to get much in the way of orgasms in the future. At least not our
own orgasms." Shawna chuckled sadly at Debbie's remark.
They lay in the dark whispering about their future, but both girls were
passionate creatures and soon the whispering turned into passionate
kissing. The kissing was accompanied by writhing movements in an effort
to get off. This was of course futile and they ended up breaking off the
kissing and both of them ended up by crying themselves to sleep.

They were awoken the next morning by the door opening and the bright
lights coming on. Giselle stood in the door and she dragged them out and
helped them to stand. Both sissies looked longingly at the other.
Giselle saw the looks and her face softened a little as she said to
them: "I see that you like each other. That's good, 'cause you will
spend a lot of time together. Just don't get your hopes up for ever
getting to fuck each other. Mistress seldom lets things like that
happen, unless the slaves have been exceptionally well-behaved." Debbie
and Shawna exchanged a desperate look, but were literally yanked back to
reality as Giselle led them out of the dungeon.

Giselle led them to a large bathroom-like area where a group of other
slaves were assembled. All had been dressed in the same manner as Debbie
and Shawna, but were now in various stages of undress. The room had a
number of shower stalls; all equipped with an enema hose coming out of
the wall and a matching drain to take the shit-water mixture. Giselle
instructed the slaves already present to make sure that Debbie and
Shawna got to know the routines and then she left. The routines were
simple: the slaves helped each other get out of the
straightjacket/hobble skirt uniform, which was the universal sleeping
uniform. Then the slaves, matched in pairs, helped each other get ready
for the coming day. After being equipped with special 6-inch plastic
sandals as their only piece of "garment", the routine began. First they
ate. The food was foul smelling goo that came out of dildos mounted on
the walls, crotch high. One slave knelt before the dildo and took it in
her mouth, while the other secured her head with a steel clamp going
behind the neck of the slave. Then automation took over: the amount of
food and drink that each slave was supposed to have was sprayed directly
into the slave's mouth at a frantic pace. When one slave had eaten to
the machine's satisfaction, the other took her place. Then the shower
stalls came into action. One slave secured the other; legs spread wide,
hands raised above her head, and began servicing her. First came five
enemas, which all had to be as brutal as possible. Then the slave was
washed, every nook and cranny, including her mouth cleaned. Finally she
was released and they switched places. When both slaves were clean, they
dressed. Unless Mistress decreed otherwise all slaves wore a standard
uniform. Black plastic booties with 6-inch stilettos, ankles connected
by a 6-inch chain. A black leather corset and a wide, black leather
collar and leash. They were gagged with black ball-gags and their hands
encased in mittens, which were secured to the collar.

To make sure that no one cheated the whole process was overseen by a
head-slave, an elderly, Chinese woman who was dressed just as the other
slaves, but was left untied and carried a riding crop. The other slaves
were mostly women. Debbie saw only two other sissies in the group, which
consisted of perhaps 30 slaves. None, however, not even the head-slave,
were without a chastity device. Without exception the slave-pairs were
passionate girls, all nymphomaniacs squirming to get off and the morning
ritual included a great deal of fondling and kissing. The slaves
couldn't help it; they had all been very thoroughly conditioned. Even
the elderly head-slave kissed and fondled the girls during the morning
ritual.

When the morning ritual was over each pair was sent off to some
training- or work assignment. There were no guards leading them to their
respective assignments and it was a bizarre sight, the whole house
filling up with slaves, dressed and restrained in the same way mincing
along seemingly without supervision. But of course it was an illusion,
every corner of the house was monitored by closed circuit cameras. And
besides, none of the slaves needed supervision. They were all helplessly
tied up and not a single one of them would even contemplate disobeying
Mistress.

The training they received was advanced sex-training. Soon Debbie and
Shawna learned to use every part of their bodies to please both men and
women. They also learned to work seamlessly together as a team trained
to please.
When they weren't training they had chores, menial work keeping the
house clean and cooking. All the slaves had to learn domestic work, like
cooking, in case they were sold as slaves to someone who wanted them to
work in that capacity.

When they had finished the day's assignments, they went to the large
bathroom and prepared for the night. Again they were fed by dildo after
which they dressed each other in the sleeping uniform. Like in the
morning all the slaves helped each other until just one stood untied.
She was then tied up by the head-slave and they were all led to their
cells and locked up.
Mostly Debbie and Shawna were so tired that they just kissed each other
goodnight and fell to sleep, but sometimes they had energy to kiss a
little longer and talk. One of the nights spent talking before going to
sleep, Debbie heard Shawna's story.

It was true what Mistress had said about Shawna's sister taking
advantage of their mother's death to enslave her totally, but it hadn't
been the whole truth. Shawna had been called a sissy-boy her whole life,
ever since grade school. Her boy-name had been Derek. She had been too
slender, too small and too weak for the other boys and they had teased
him relentlessly. The girls had done almost the same thing. His sister
had been the dominating presence in his life since he became a teenager.
His mother had been weak from the sickness that would eventually kill
her, and his sister had been able to do whatever she wanted. She had
started by redecorating his room, painting all the walls pink, putting
pink curtains in the windows and pink bedcovers, sheets and pillow
casings on Shawna's bed. She had filled up the room with fluffy animals
and pillows. When he objected, she had demonstrated her superior
strength and put him across her knee and spanked him with a hairbrush.
He tried to change the appearance of the room, but she spotted it every
time and every time she punished him. He couldn't get any help from his
mother; she was too weak and referred everything to his sister and
refused to believe anything bad he had to say about her. He had no
friends and all the teachers looked down on him with contempt. There was
no one to turn to.
Soon she had him wear girly clothes at home. It started with a pink lace
nightgown he had to wear to bed. Then came other girly things for him to
wear, all frilly and lacy, shoes with heels and she forbade him to cut
his hair, so she could tie little feminine ribbons in it. His objections
were all met with brutal punishments. When he tried to run away from
home, she caught him and punished him so badly he had to stay home from
school for a week.
It was during this week that his sister had changed their relationship
dramatically and effectively molded him into his future sissy-shape.
After the first punishment of the week he was completely spent, unable
to offer any resistance. She had whipped him for the first time and he
couldn't believe the pain. Then she changed tactics. She tied his wrists
above his head and hung him from a hook in the ceiling. Then she gave
him a hand-job. He tried to object, but he became hard in an instant and
panting with lust he came like a cannon. Then she whipped him again and
after the whipping she gave him another hand-job.
Soon she had him addicted. If he did something that pleased her, she
gave him an orgasm. He tried to will himself to object, but soon he gave
up. He discovered that he loved being dominated. He hurried home from
school so he could dress up like a girl to please his sister. He learned
to apply make-up and walk correctly in high-heels. In a matter of weeks
he was her maid, doing all the chores wearing a cute little maids
uniform. Their mother was moved to a home, so his sister was free to
treat him any way she liked. She gave him a masturbation schedule,
mandating that he spill his sperm at least 10 times a day, but only
while wearing girly clothes.
After a while her games became more advanced. She tried out all sorts of
S&M-games with him, tying him up and torturing him in endless
variations. As this began, he dropped out of school, unable to
concentrate on anything but sex. 
This marked his final transition from boy to sissy. She threw out all
his boy's clothes and made him go out dressed as a girl, even having sex
with other men. As he began going out as a girl, she put various
restraining devices on his genitals to avoid them giving his identity
away and thus had another way of controlling him. After a day in the
chastity device he would beg her for release, often at the price of
brutal torture, which he gladly accepted as long as she touched his cock
afterwards. After a while he began to associate S&M-games with sexual
release and thus began enjoying the torture in earnest.

She had sold him to Mistress in the end, simply because she became
bored. She had tamed him completely and it was the breaking and taming
that she enjoyed the most. The sale not only got rid of him and provided
her with a lot of money; it also provided a way in to Mistress'
organization where she got job doing what she loved the most, breaking
slaves to her will.

For Shawna's part, she had cried and cried when her sister had told her
that she was going to be sold. She had become addicted to her and didn't
think that she could love someone else like she loved her. Two minutes
after she met Mistress, she knew otherwise. She loved being dominated by
Mistress, just like Debbie did. And like Debbie, she fell head over
heels in love with Bryce. She felt truly happy the first time he
penetrated her asshole, his strong hands holding her hips, his huge cock
thrusting in and out of her ass.

For the two sissies, the training went on and on. They became perfectly
trained sex-slaves; able and willing to do anything they were asked to.
Debbie developed a reputation as the best cocksucker and cuntlapper in
living memory, to the extent that trainers from other parts of Mistress'
house came to get blowjobs from her. The result was that her mouth was
almost constantly full of either cock or pussy. Many times she was
stopped on her way to some assignment by some man or woman, who yanked
her gag out and ordered her to suck. This caused both her and Shawna to
be late, for which they were of course punished.
Both Shawna and Debbie loved being sex-slaves. Being dominated into
performing sex of some sort, being punished, both for crimes committed
and at random, and being restrained all time, all turned on the girls.
All the domination turned them on, but there was no release. No matter
how much they cried and begged, they got no orgasms. Their restrained
genitals were constantly slick with pre-cum. Their incessant rubbing
against everyone and everything had been stopped by a two-day torture
session conducted by Mistress.

Apart from the lack of orgasms, their only complaint was that they
didn't see enough of Mistress and Bryce. Only rarely did one of them
inspect the training sessions and they never participated.

Their lessons became more and more repetitive until one day they were
finished with the training. One day after the morning ritual, they were
led before Mistress. They were pushed into her office by Giselle who
left closing the door behind them. It was large and the furniture and
decoration was very classy and discrete, everything in it spelled of
money. Mistress sat behind a large mahogany desk and as they stood at
attention before her she looked them over. They wore the standard
uniform of 6-inch heels, corset, collar and gag, their hands in mittens
tied to their collars. She stood up and came around to their side and
sat down on the edge of the desk. She looked so sexy that they couldn't
help ogling her. She wore full-body suit made of thin, red rubber,
clinging to her every curve. On her waist was a shiny, black corset, on
her feet were shiny, black boots with 6-inch heels and she wore elbow
length, black rubber gloves. Most spectacularly she sported a gigantic,
black double-ended strap-on dildo. "Well, you worthless slave-whores,"
she sneered, "it seems that you have a use after all. You have been
deemed adequate to serve as whores and shortly you will take your place
in your new lives." Mistress stood up and came over to Shawna. As she
began to caress the black sissy's tits, she continued: "Remember, if you
perform well there is a chance that you will be rewarded," she removed
Shawna's gag, "and if you fail, punishment will be extreme. Now suck,
slave." She grabbed Shawna's hair and guided her to the dildo, which
Shawna eagerly began to suck. As Debbie watched longingly, Mistress
began to fuck Shawna's face with long, slow strokes. After a while
Mistress pulled out of Shawna's mouth and went behind her. She bent
Shawna over the desk and began to fuck her ass. Shawna moaned with
pleasure. Just as Debbie she loved taking it up the ass. And the miracle
occurred. Mistress produced a small key, which she used to unlock
Shawna's chastity belt. And as Mistress began to stroke her rock-hard
cock Shawna's moans turned into frenzied screams of pure need just
before Mistress let her cum. As she came her eyes rolled back in their
sockets and she screamed with passion, her whole body jerking
spasmodically as her cock continued to spray sperm out for the longest
time. When she was finally spent, Mistress withdrew from her ass and
allowed her collapse on the floor. Shawna crumbled in a heap on the
floor, almost unconscious, panting for breath.

Debbie didn't notice the last bit as Mistress came towards her. "Well,
slave," Mistress growled, "I supposed that you would like to cum also?"
she asked. Debbie nodded frantically. Without a word Mistress began
fondling her. First she stroked her buttocks gently, then her breasts.
After a prolonged period of fondling, which had Debbie moaning in
passion, Mistress removed Debbie's gag. After kissing her deep and long,
she guided Debbie to the strap-on and had her clean it. Debbie savored
the taste of Shawna's shit, hoping that the strap-on would soon go up
her own ass. Mistress did things a little differently, however. She
pushed Debbie onto the desk and as she lay there on her back, she slowly
fucked Debbie's tits. This got Mistress off in a big way. As she
screamed out her orgasm, she grabbed Debbie tits hard and twisted them,
causing Debbie to cry out in pain. Releasing one tit, while still
screaming her continuing orgasm, she began slapping Debbie's face. When
Mistress' orgasm was finally over, Debbie was slightly groggy from the
slapping. Mistress climbed off Debbie and turned her around. Then she
fucked her up the ass. Debbie loved it, moaning and writhing with
pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, Mistress released her
cock. As Mistress stroked it she proved to have the same Masterful touch
as Mr. Benson. She held Debbie on the brink of orgasm for ages; Debbie
screaming her passion mixed pleas for release only to hear Mistress
laugh. Finally Mistress allowed her to cum. Debbie screamed, every nerve
in her body vibrating with pleasure. And the orgasm just kept rolling
over her, her cock pumping load after load of cum out. In the end the
pleasure became so intense that she passed out.

She came to herself with Mistress kicking her in the ribs, commanding
her: "Clean up your mess, you filthy slut." Slowly Debbie came to and
discovered that her head was in a very large puddle of her own cum. As
she gathered herself and began licking it up from the floor, she saw
that Shawna was doing the same thing, a dreamy look of satisfaction on
her face. Debbie realized that she probably looked the same way. Every
fiber in her body felt relaxed. Even the demeaning task of licking up
her cold cum from the floor felt good. As she finished and was ordered
to stand, she felt a wave of love and gratitude for Mistress. Seeing her
two sissy-slaves looking at her with absolute adoration and love made
Mistress smile. Still smiling she said: "Useless cows. Very well then, I
guess you're ready to begin your new lives."