There was no subterfuge this time, no making Karen put her own restraints on and wait for someone to secure them in place. Roz and Larissa gave orders, and Karen obeyed them.

At the moment, she stood topless in the middle of the room. A thick belt had been secured around her waist, and her wrists were in cuffs with the pouches that kept her hands balled into fists, just like the ones she'd worn before. At least they hadn't pulled her elbows together, she thought when they finished.

That's what I get for assuming, the thought a minute later. That's when her Mistresses put cuffs on her elbow, pulled them together and secured them together and to the posture collar they put on her. She'd gone from comfortably bound to having her arms and shoulders be more tightly tractioned than ever.

They stripped her down completely, and put her in a pair of tight pair of chaps that felt like rubber and went to the very top of her knee, adding fishnet stockings. Karen expected heels, but was surprised when they made her kneel on a bench. She wasn't able to see what they were doing, but when they both helped her stand, she knew there had to be a reason. And she was right. Not only could she barely stand due to the fact that the knee-high boots had seven-inch heels that forced her to her toes, the heels seemed to have points sticking into her heels. "Oh my god! What are these boots, Mistress?"

"Oh, you noticed," Roz said. "They're called ballet shoes. They put you up on your toes like a ballet dancer."

"But I can't stand in them, Mistress! I want to be obedient, but I'm afraid I'll fall."

"You won't," Larissa said. "Well secure so from the ceiling so you have enough support. Of course, it will hurt if you just hang, so you'll be motivated to find your footing. That, and - well, we pushed a couple of nails just through the insides of the heels and the toes, so that's an added encouragement."

Karen tested the heels and found that Larissa wasn't kidding. She wanted to beg, but knew that wouldn't do any good. "So," Roz continued, "these will be a permanent part of your uniform whenever you come back."

"Yes, Mistress." She did her best to stay in place as the women tied twine - even thinner than before - around her tits and over her shoulders. This time, though, they rigged it with slip knots and attach the leads to the ceiling. What that meant was that, if Karen took her weight off her legs to help her feet, the rough cord around her tits would tighten, and she would feel even more agony. When they put a spreader bar between her lower thighs at the bottom of her chaps, she found it even harder to remain stable on her feet. I can't stand like this for long. But she would, somehow - she already knew they would make her.

Roz and Larissa watched Karen try to stabilize herself on her feet, amused and clearly pleased with her efforts. They probably would have been just as amused if she'd failed, just to hear how she reacted when the ropes tightened around her tits. But she was able to avoid that, at least for now, and ended up steady and upright.

"What do you think we should do next?" Roz asked Larissa. Clearly they had a very specific list of things they wanted to do.

"Right now, I think I want us to change into something more... enticing. I want to see your tits, and I know Karen wants to look at us. Right, slut?"

"Definitely, Mistress Larissa." She doubted they required her permission, but they started stripping down to outfits very similar to the ones they wore during Karen's last restraint - tall, elegant stiletto boots, stockings, garter belt, and skimpy panties. Once again, they eschewed bras to let their exceedingly large breasts display in all their glory.

"Yeah, that's what I like," Larissa said, taking Roz in an embrace for a deep, soulful kiss. Karen watched, already starting to feel soreness in different parts of her body, jealous that these women were free to enjoy her or each other as much as they wanted. "Karen," Roz said after they finished sucking each other's mouths, "don't you wish we were using our mouths on you?"

"Very much, Mistress Roz." She was excited, but for some reason she wasn't quite as excited as she'd expected.

Roz took on a thoughtful appearance. "To answer your earlier question, I think we need to apply her gag. She doesn't have the level of enthusiasm I was anticipating, so we need to step things up. Would you like to be gagged, Karen?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you care what we gag you with?"

Karen didn't love the import of that question, but that wasn't relevant. "Of course not, Mistress. It wouldn't matter anyway. My mouth is yours to fill, and I'm sure you'll fill it as you see fit."