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Chapter Jane's Toy

Jane

I got back to the room and found my commandants uniform in the closet. I hoped that it meant that I was going to find a prisoner waiting for interrogation in my torture chamber.

Someone had done a great deal of work since I last saw the uniform in the leather shop. It was shinny, not like patent leather, more like the shoes of a marine officer in a dress uniform.

New boots had also appeared ones that I had never seen before. They were back and just below the knee in height. They were fearsome. First were very thing and shinny steel heels that had to be about five inches high. The toes came to a sharp point also in steel. The finishing touch was matching spurs. They were a good four inches long and the wheels at the ends had three-inch spikes. I tied them on and they fit but I learned that care was needed with these weapons for the feet as you could easily prick yourself.

I took them back off and told my stylist that I wanted my hair and make up to make me look fierce. She did a great job and with the hat on I could make my self look very threatening.

Amanda arrived as I completed dressing and we went to the dungeon play room for a little practice. She showed me how to hold a leash in one hand to command the prisoners attention and how to use the whip to wrap around the side and punish the back of a hanging subject. I tried this with several whips on a large pillar and thought that I was getting the hang of it.

Amanda told me that the prisoner was going to be pre-bound in several punishment devices. He would be totally at my mercy and she did not even remind me of safe signals. We left the play room and I waited impatiently while she fetched my prisoner/slave.

Amanda

I thought Jane would be so lost in her own passion that she would not notice safe words or signals. I wanted her to feel control but did not trust her to be totally alone and in control of anyone. The Westover's playroom had excellent voyeur spaces. I would be in one where I could see and hear everything that was going to happen.

Jim

Late in the afternoon Amanda brought me out of a nice dream with the educational device.

I was cleaned in and out and led down to the dungeon where I was prepared for serious torture. Multiple devices were applied and I was left hanging by chains in the middle of the room with feet barely on the ground. I was gagged with one of the pony control bits and a mouth ball with fairly sharp points. My nose ring had a chain. My cock was back in the very demanding cock harness of the first night complete with embedded shaft that went all the way into my prostrate. The butt plug was in place and the wiring complete. My nipple clamps had a connecting chain with leash chain attached to a middle ring. My hands were in long bondage mittens that were strapped to my arms at several locations and I was hanging by the d-rings in the tips. I had some weight on the floor but I would have liked less as Amanda had locked ankle high ballet boots to my feet so that most of the weight was on my toes.

Have fun she called over her shoulder and left me alone.

Shortly there was a new echo of high heels on the stone floor and soon my tormentor for the evening appeared. It was Jane, dressed in a fashion that can only be described as bitch goddesses of the Gestapo, mainly black leather in a fairly military cut. It had a black uniform hat, black leather uniform coat with insignia. This was over a low cut blouse that was showing plenty of cleavage. Next came a short black leather skirt. By the way all of the leather was very shinny, as though it had been spit shined. Shiny black boots completed the look, knee high with bright steel spurs, pointed steel toes and, of course, shiny pencil steel heels. Her hair was up in makeup that made her look fierce. Her first words made me even more afraid.

“I've been planning all afternoon for how I was going to get even for this morning,” Jane sneered as she grabbed a nipple chain.

She wasn't kidding. I kept hoping that Mistress Amanda would appear and control things but I was apparently alone in her hands. She had lots of fun using me as a test for whips. She took turns with two kinds and I had to decide which had been most brutal after a stroke from each. She used all of the items that were attached to me and hung weights connected one thing to another and enjoyed the remote shocker. I was forced to try to walk in the punishment boots.

Jane

Wow! A chained and helpless slave of my own. I felt the part of pure evil in the military look and liked the power of my boots, leathers and whip. Attaching a leash to his nose ring kept him looking at me as I used a long whip that wrapped around his side and left marks on his back and screams in the air. I liked the whip test and enjoyed watching as his skin turned red from the strokes. One whip left a definite pattern on his back and I enjoyed making sure I covered every inch.

Jim

It may be hard to believe but the whole process turned me on. I was able to enjoy the fact that I was a mere puppet, a plaything for this powerful woman. She was making all of the decisions. I enjoyed watching her decide my fate. What to punish, how hard. I felt my complete helplessness while watching all of this. She was also good at working with my mind, telling me what she was going to do or might do.

She took advantage of my erection by snapping the cock leash back and forth causing the internal plug to give me amazing pain for the length of my cock. Jane would do this while applying a light whip to my helpless member.

Jane

How dare this slave get hard. He was my prisoner and should be in terror of my power.

But my own lust had been growing and now I saw a way to continue his punishment while I got my pleasure.

Jim

Jane wanted hard sex. I was lowered to the floor and my cock bondage adjusted so I was in the insertion device and base strapping. She took this all into her pussy. Here is my predicament – I am deeply in her with a painfully plugged cock. Her every move causes a pain for the full length of my member. She picked up the shocker and it still works giving me a powerful jolt in the cock and causing it to jump. This seems to be just what she needs to bring herself to climax.

It appears she is getting ready for another when Amanda appears and says enough.

I close my eyes and rest as things are removed from my body.

I was bound in the usual way for the evening and had no trouble getting to sleep and giving my tortured body a rest. I slept a long time.