The Mistress and Her New Toy v4

Melissa DuVant

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1: An Unknown Bed

Chapter 2: Training Begins

Chapter 3: Continued Effort

Chapter 4: Pressure Position

Chapter 5: Granted Vision

Chapter 6: Lifestyle Adjustment

Chapter 7: First Time From Behind

Chapter 8: Decisions Are Made

Chapter 9: Modifications

Chapter 10: Silence is Suffering

About the Author

Prisonette's Dilemma Chapter 5 Preview - Uncertain Roles

Acknowledgements

Thanks to everyone that reads and enjoys my works!

Chapter 1: An Unknown Bed

Tamara's head felt empty and fuzzy, concentration beyond her. Darkness pressed in against her, thick and stifling, making it even harder to think. A pressure against her jaw shifted, something no longer pressing down against her, a metal straw touching against her lips. She started to suck, gulping down cool, crisp water, feeling it fill her belly, her head clearing a little.

'That's it, my lovely. Drink your fill, so you can recover faster and we can play.'

It was a voice Tamara didn't recognize - female, well-spoken, but seeming to come directly into her ears. She squirmed, suddenly unsure as to where she was, beyond that it wasn't her bed! She wasn't free to move though - her arms were down against her hips, a thick band of pressure around her wrists, forcing spreading onto the tops of her thighs, something tough and only slightly elastic there. And, beyond that... Her entire body felt encased, somehow, a tight material sheathing her from her feet to her neck, just a tiny amount of stretch.

The straw was removed, and Tamara tried moving again, a nervous uncertainty trickling through her sleepy fuzz. Whatever the stuff on her body was, it accepted her attempts at wriggling around, letting her discern more pressure-lines where bands or straps were pinning her into place - across her ankles, above her knees, hips, and stomach.

'Shhh, shh, shhh. You don't need to worry yourself. Let's get that pretty mouth of yours sealed before you start making a fuss.'

Something rubber pushed against her lips, getting forced into her mouth before she could react, sitting behind her teeth and pressing her tongue down. Straps were wound around her head, plastic-smooth hands touching against her head, making her shiver. Why couldn't she see? She opened her eyes, or at least thought she did, looking into pitch blackness, unable to see anything. She blinked, able to feel that she was doing it, but still couldn't see anything.

Had she been in some kind of accident? She tensed up, feeling the thigh-bands press against her skin, straining against whatever she was inside. What was going on? She couldn't even move her head - padded blocks were pressed against either side of her head, keeping her locked into place.

'Oh? Your memory is a little fuzzy? Well, I suppose you were drinking a lot last night, and even all the water I poured down your throat last night hasn't sobered you up fully.' The voice sounded amused, the strangely-smooth fingers stroking over Tamara's forehead, brushing away strands of her hair. 'In a while, I suppose I might wash you, but I think it's time for some fun first.'

The hand brushed over her lips, her chin and then lightly stroked her breast, the sensation numbed by whatever covered her body, keeping her trapped. She moaned through her gag, tasting the rubber and wincing, trying to wriggle away from the groping hand.

'Don't worry, you're entirely safe here - there's nothing that will hurt you. Well, except for me, but I'm sure that you'll be a good girl.' The hand moved downwards, over her belly, before coming to a rest at the top of her legs, Tamara suddenly realizing that something was pressed up against her pussy, a curved mound, tight up against her.

It buzzed into life, the sensation intense, making her moan with pleasure, before trying to wriggle away from it.

'You certainly haven't earned an orgasm yet, but I think you deserve to know that you might... eventually. But you'll need to show willing and obedience.'

The buzzing was intense, the thing secured between her thighs and impossible to evade, her pleasure rapidly increasing, shame and lust heating her body up. Every attempt at wriggling just made the thing press against her even more! And with the ball in her mouth, it was harder to breathe, her tongue pressing against the ball.

The vibrations stopped, as suddenly as they had started, Tamara able to feel how wet she was already.

'You see? Far better than your own toys. And I have a lot of other things to play with - if you're a good girl. And even more things to play with if you're bad!'

'Mphhhh!'

'Shhhh, don't worry. I know you said that you'd never been with a woman before, but this is a good time to learn. And you're just my type - just a little shorter than me, a nice face, you clearly take care of yourself, and I am rather partial to black hair. I prefer longer than shoulder-length, but I'll let you grow it out. And maybe a nice bright slash of color on your fringe? Red or blue - something a little bit alternative. To go with all your piercings. Three piercings in the left ear, two in the right. I might even that out, but perhaps that look could work? Or I might add a few more piercings elsewhere - as I say, you have a lovely body. Nice pert breasts, that would look lovely with a ring through each. Your tattoos are nice as well - I normally prefer smooth, unblemished skin, but you make them work.'

A finger pressed against her chest, following along the lower curve of her breasts, sending a chill through her. This woman must have seen her naked, to see that tattoo! A remnant from her goth days, a spikey raven-mark, wings cradling her breasts, the head coming up between them.

'You even manage to make a tramp-stamp look somewhat classy. It could do with a touch-up, but I have some ideas for that. If you show yourself worthy of it, I might permit you to bear a personal symbol. And, of course, you have a lovely tight butt - I'm looking forward to spanking that!'

'Nphhh!'

'Hmmm? Don't worry, I've got everything planned. Well... a lot of things to try with you, at least. And if you've never eaten pussy before, then you'll need to learn that. I've never had that from someone with a tongue-piercing before, so I'm looking forward to that!'

A weight pressed down across her belly, Tamara releasing that she was being straddled, a weight pressing down onto her, making it even harder to breathe.

'You definitely don't deserve to wear my collar yet. But from your background, I imagine you know how to be obedient.'

'Mphhhh!?'

'You really were drunk, weren't you? You told me everything - that you've just been laid off from your job, your boyfriend dumped you. I can see why you were a little upset. Don't worry though, I'm here to look after you, and you're going to be nice and sweet and obedient. Although you'll probably need some training first, won't you? Corporate lawyer probably meant that you're used to getting your own way. That's not going to be allowed any more, my lovely little Tamara.'

The sound of her own name sent a chill through Tamara - who was this woman, and what did she know? She strained again, feeling the thing around her body stretching with her.

'You did say that you'd never done anything bondage-related before. I thought your generation was meant to be experimentative and into new experiences? Well, I may as well describe what's going on, as you're not allowed to see just yet. The thing you're inside is called a "sleepsack". Think of it as being like a sleeping bag, except made of latex, and far tighter. A strong enough to deal with all your lovely wriggling! I really am impressed by your body.'

Tamara could feel the weight against her body change, hips pressing down onto her, rolling back and forth, before she suddenly realized that the woman was rubbing against her! She tensed up, trying to object, just whining through the gag.

'You've probably realized that your hands are strapped to your thighs - don't want you wriggling too much! And to help with that, there's straps across the bed, pinning you in place. And not that you can feel it, but the bedsheets are latex as well, a nice shiny black. It looks lovely in the sunshine coming through the window, although you can't see it. There's blackout goggles over your eyes - not as good looking as a blindfold, but it's healthier to let you open your eyes, even if you can't see.'

'Nphhhh!'

'Yes, and there's a ballgag in your lovely mouth. I took the liberty of cleaning your makeup off while you were out. And a wand pressed up against your pussy, nice and snug.'

The thing buzzed to life, Tamara's hips rising up on instinct, the woman still grinding back and forth against her.

'That one is one of my favorites! In time, I can introduce you to the sybian, but I don't know if you can handle that yet. My last submissive, well... That was too much for her. Although I suppose using it on her after a month of chastity might have been famine, then feast! She's recovering, and until she's back, I have you to entertain myself with. To think that all of this is entirely new to you! You're certainly going to get your wish.'

The weight pressed down on her, squashing the air from her lungs as the wand stopped vibrating.

'I do have some rules though, this isn't all fun and games for you. To start with, you will only be allowed to orgasm with permission. If I catch you even attempting to have a climax without my express permission, then I will discipline you, severely. To aid with that, I will be locking your pretty little pussy away behind a chastity belt - I have a nice new one to try, which will fit you nicely. Also, you will obey me - when your mistress gives an order, then the toy will obey. If you don't understand, then say so, but delay or refusal will result in punishment. If you're feeling masochistic, then I suppose you can deliberately misbehave, but I will warn you that I can be very inventive, and haven't had much chance to play since my submissive left. I'm sure you have plenty of lovely soft places to torment!'

Fingers jabbed into her chest, a hard poke just beneath her breasts, making her gasp.

'When your face is on display, I also expect you to make yourself presentable. I have better things to do than your makeup, so you can do that yourself - and your hair as well. I will supply everything that you need, so I expect you to make an effort.'

The calm way the woman was talking did little to dispel Tamara's nervousness, the lust from the wand rapidly fading. She kept shaking around, managing to lift herself up a little off the bed and then fall down, the mattress soft enough to deform around her.

'Well, you're certainly awake now! I'll let you tire yourself out. I find submissives are a lot more obedient when they're tired and hungry. And horny, but that will come with time.'

The weight lifted up for a moment before dropping down, thoroughly pinning Tamara into place, the only movement possible trying to kick her legs up, feeling a strap prevent that.

'I admire your spirit! I think you're going to be a lot of fun - and that nice, pale skin of yours is going to look lovely after a nice caning. Or maybe wax-play? Red and white look nice together, don't you think? And I have some bright red rope to use as well. I'm going to have to look through all my equipment! And I've got the wooden horse ready for you as well. If you don't know what that is, then... well, it would be a shame to tell you just yet. Think of it as something to look forward to. When you're nice and soft and sensitive down here.'

A palm pressed down against her crotch, a firm and constant weight.

'Now, where were we? Oh yes, the rules. You will accept whatever punishments I deem fit - you can protest, I suppose, but that will likely end with you getting gagged, or worse. You will be permitted only the clothing I deem fit for you - while you have a good figure, you will need to earn your clothing, until then you will be naked. The same goes for your sleeping quarters. To start with, you will be in a cage. Padded, of course, as I'm not a monster, but somewhere that you will be fully contained. If you are a good girl, then better quarters will be permitted - ultimately, you may even share a bed with me, although with suitable restraints.'

Tamara kept trying to wriggle around, trying to find any weakness in the latex sheathing her body, but it kept her pressed into place, sapping her strength every time she tried. And the woman straddling her made it even harder!

'Mrhhhh!'

'I suppose you need to learn gag-talk, don't you? This is my first time with a complete fresh submissive! So I suppose that it will be a learning experience for the both of us - although a lot more for you than me, I think. Now, try and enunciate properly. Use your lips and tongue, and you should be able to manage at least some words.'

'Mmhhhmmmph!'

'If you're not even going to try, then you're not going to get anywhere. I do expect at least an attempt, unless you really want to see what some of my nastier toys are like. And if you do, then... well, bravo! Some of them certainly aren't for the faint of heart, or delicate of cunt. On that note, I do expect obedience. This is all new to you, but you did indicate that you were interested, and I expect you to make good on that. Otherwise, that cute butt of yours is going to end up very red - and not just your butt.'

Tamara could feel herself tiring out, sweat prickling her body, starting to pool beneath her back.

'Language, then. Well, once you've managed to learn how to talk when gagged. I expect you to be polite. A certain amount of protesting and complaining is acceptable, but I can't abide profanity from a submissive. It's not acceptable, and I will punish you for it. And, of course, I will take steps to ensure that you don't repeat such a thing. When you are permitted clothing, I expect you to keep yourself clean and tidy. No dribbling down yourself or otherwise making a mess. You showed me pictures of what you looked like dressed up for work - tight little pencil skirt, tight blouse and jacket. That's the sort of look I like - sexy, but without just putting it all out there. I have some ideas for you, but only once you're obedient enough to be allowed clothing!'

The sheer confidence of the woman annoyed Tamara, spurring her into more writhing and shaking, but there was no way to break free. The wand buzzed into lift again, powerful enough that Tamara just flopped in place, all her focus drawn away by the sudden flush of pleasure.

'You will need to learn to be polite and obedient - but I will try and make the experience enjoyable. If you're good, then you might be allowed an orgasm! Eventually. From what you were telling me last night, you have quite a high sex drive? Well, you're going to have to learn to go without.'

A blush burned onto Tamara's cheeks. What the hell had she been saying yesterday?

'You were very talkative. And I took the opportunity to unlock your phone and have a look through your social media while you were sleeping - everyone thinks you're taking a nice, long backpacking tour on another continent. So we can have a lot of time together!'

'Mphhhphh! Nphhhhh!'

'You really do need to work on that. Well, that can be something for the list. I've got some new toys to use on you as well - I'm trying to branch out, try out a few newer inventions. I'm not sure if you've noticed yet, but your hearing might seem a little strange - I put some ear-buds in, so you can only hear through those.'

'Nphhhh!'

It was getting harder and harder to move, her body weak now, stamina drained. The vibrations were so intense that she could feel the orgasm welling up, close now, ready to overwhelm her entirely.

'First up I have a breathing mask - nice heavy rubber. It's got a valve on that limits your airflow. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make you nice and agreeable, I hope. You had a late night yesterday, so for today you can rest. The mask will make sure you slumber - and while that's going on, there's going to be some nice, soothing sounds to listen to. I've never tried this sort of thing before, but it should start setting some hooks and levers in your brain. At least that's the theory - and if it fails, then there's always the old-fashioned methods.'

The wand turned off, leaving her to powerless clench and tense her thighs, trying to make the wand move again, wanting to get off.

Something was pressed against her face - cold, heavy rubber, sealing her away, pressing against whatever was already over her eyes, pushing it against the skin around her eyes. She couldn't shake it off, or do anything to resist it! But it was immediately harder to breathe, making her strain her lungs just to suck air into herself, feeling exhaustion start to throb in her brain. It didn't take long until it was too much, darkness swallowing her up, as words started to whisper into her ears.

 

Chapter 2: Training Begins

A soft female voice spoke, just on the edge of Tamara's consciousness, whispering to her, sweet and sultry. She rolled her hips, tensing and relaxing, able to feel the edge of the wand against her slit, warm pleasure tingling there. Her breathing was light and shallow, anything more prohibited by whatever was on her face. She started to move her hips more, feeling her pleasure building, trying to move her hands towards her crotch.

The sack resisted her, the bands tightening against her thighs, leaving her unable to touch herself. Her irritation peaked, breathing deepening before she started having to suck harder for air, feeling her strength weaken, before slumping back into the soft-edged darkness.

It was impossible to tell how long she was slumbering for, stretching occasionally, still trapped within the rubber. A few times the wand buzzed to life, stirring up her excitement before cutting off, leaving her denied each time, the soft wetness never enough to get her all the way to completion.

A shrill keening stabbed into her eardrums, making her tense up, suddenly forced awake by the vicious sound. She tensed up, reaching the limits of her allowed movement, holding the bent position for as long as she could, then sagging down. When the sound vanished, there was only silence, everything silent. And then the woman's voice spoke, firm and confident.

'I think that's enough resting, time to get started. First, some food and water - you're going to need your stamina. I'm going to remove your gag - and I don't want to hear any whining or shouting. It would be a shame if we were to start off on the wrong foot, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to be punished so early on. Given your lack of experience, then you should probably wait a bit before pushing your limits!'

A finger tapped against her forehead, before moving around to her jaw, pulling on the strap that held her gag in. Just like before, the touch felt smooth and plastic, strangely inhuman.

'I have a strict rule about touching - only a good girl will be honored with my actual touch. And I like the feeling of latex against my own body! Nice and snug and tight.' The voice was almost purring now, as whatever the thing that was restricting her airflow was removed. 'So a naughty girl might end up with a lot of spanks and slaps! Now remember - nice and quiet.'

Tamara made a vague grunt, opening her mouth to let her gag be removed, some dribble falling onto her chin. Just being able to breathe properly was a relief, cooler air filling her mouth, making her feel more awake, the doze strangely restful.

'Open wide!'

A spoon entered her mouth, some sweet paste sliding off it, and she swallowed it down.

'That's it. I certainly don't have the patience to force-feed you, and I'm sure you wouldn't like a tube shoved down your throat. So, eat up, you're going to need your strength.'

More of the paste, spoonful after spoonful, sliding down her throat and filling her belly. Tamara felt fully awake now, testing her strength against the sack again, with no more success than before.

A finger stroked against her chin again, wiping away a stray dribble of the paste.

'That's it! Next, I'm going to release you, so that I can start your training. I had considered making you a bitch first and making you work up from there, but I'm sure you're going to be sensible and not need that. Unless you'd like to be made to crawl on all fours? You would be cute with a tail and ears, I suppose, but I prefer a submissive that's a little more mobile and fun to play with.' Fingers stroked over her face, Tamara still unable to move away. 'Well? Are you going to be a good girl, or a naughty bitch? You can answer.'

'I'll be... good.'

'Excellent! That means letting you move. Now, I'm going to release you - I don't want you being a nuisance. So I'm going to take some precautions. I'm sure you understand.'

'But...'

A finger pressed against her lips. 'Shhh. You are not allowed to object - or really in any position to. So be a good girl and don't do anything to cause problems.'

The pressure around Tamara's body started to ease, and she could hear the soft clicks and rasps of buckles and straps being released. The pressure around her eased, and then fresher air kissed against her skin as the sack was opened up. A hand touched against her head, reaching into her ears, plucking out the hard little lumps of earbuds. Full sound suddenly returned - not just the woman's voice, but also footsteps, gentle little creaks of flooring, the faint stretching and squeaking of some material. Then metal slid around her neck, heavy and cold, tight and snug.

'A shock collar - when you are fully trained, you will be permitted something nicer, but this will be used to enforce obedience until then. This one is quite strong - do don't do anything silly.'

Tamara could feel prongs sticking into the back of her neck, not daring to move, as the rest of the sack was unzipped. The wand was removed, the slight tap against her slit making Tamara gasp.

'Good girl! That's it - without an order, just lay there.'

Fingers slid down her legs, gloves smooth against her skin, before stroking over her bare soles, making her shiver.

'Is this a sensitive place for you? Perhaps I should introduce you to the bastinado soon. That will have an impact, I imagine. Although it might make it hard for you to walk afterwards, so I suppose I'll need to schedule the timing carefully. Now, let me just attach these.'

Something metal touched against her feet - blunt little pokey spikes, a bar along the middle of each foot, before a leather cuff wrapped around her ankle.

'Now, my dear, I think that will be enough to keep you under control for now. You don't need to see just yet, and I prefer my submissives to be able to serve even when blindfolded. A clever girl like you can manage, I'm sure. So stand up.'

Confusion swirled inside Tamara - she still had no idea where she was, or what was happening! Out of instinct, she tried to move her hands, but they were still tethered to her thighs. She could move more now, but without being able to see, there was the constant danger of hitting something!

'Could you... please let me see...?' Having to ask rankled her, but there seemed no way to get out of her restraints!

She heard footsteps, the woman moving around her, a hand sliding up her body, making her shiver from how easily she could be touched, without being able to do anything about it, or even see who was touching her.

'That comes later. You need to understand that everything must be earned from now on. Your sight, your clothing, food that is more than the minimum, an orgasm, the ability to move... There is much that can be taken away, even from your current state. I'd quite like you to be able to fully serve, just like my old submissive did, but I'll accept making you into a pain-slut.' Fingers pinched a nipple, a sudden hard pressure that made her gasp.

'This will take some work from you - nothing is free, after all. But if you want to be more than just caged between beatings and fuckings, then you will need to work with me.' The pinch continued, making Tamara gasp as the pain flared up. 'So stand up, and we can begin.' The fingers let go, footsteps moving away, just a few steps.

Tamara took a deep breath, before forcing herself to move. She felt strangely rested, her body light and responsive, but she'd never moved when blinded before! Sitting up wasn't too bad, but then she had to twist her legs up out of the sack, the inside damp with her sweat, before moving them to the side, through empty air. It made sense that she was on a raised surface, but emptiness seemed to surround her on every side, the size of the room impossible to know. Even lowering her legs was a nerve-wracking process, when she had no idea where the floor was!

She stretched her toes out, finding a floor beneath her, hard and wooden. When she tried to flatten her feet out, the spiked bars tied against the bottoms of her feet jabbing into her. She hissed in pain, immediately rising up onto her toes to avoid causing herself more suffering.

'That's it - up on your toes. That does wondering things to your butt and legs, nice and tight. I'll get you into some heels soon enough, but I think the hobblers will make sure you don't try anything foolish, like trying to run.'

Keeping her balance without being able to move her arms made it even harder, especially without know what was around her that she might bump into her! She swayed, bumping into the table she had been on, having lost track of where the woman was.

When a hand slapped against her butt, she stumbled forward, feeling the spikes poke into her feet again, making a shamefully pathetic squeaking sound.

'That's it! Good girl. And if you stay nice and quiet, then I won't have to gag you again - unless you want to be gagged? Some people like having their mouths stuffed.'

Tamara pressed her lips tightly together and shook her head, the movement making her acutely aware of the collar around her neck, cold and heavy. She shivered, keenly aware of how desperately weak she was - unable to see or walk properly, not even able to use her hands!

'A wise choice - given your career, I suppose you're used to thinking on your feet? Keep that attitude, and I'm sure we'll get along fine.'

Another spank, Tamara forced to step forward, feeling the strain in her ankles and calves from being up on her toes, before an arm reached around her waist to steady her. Not just the hand, but the entire arm was sheathed in the same slippery-smooth stuff, making the woman feel alien and inhuman and even more powerful! A body pressed against her from behind, breasts squashing against her back, lips kissing against her naked shoulder, teeth lightly nibbling.

'That's it - let me look after you. You don't need to think any more, just obey.'

Fingers squeezed her ass, hard enough to make Tamara wince, as she squirmed against the tight embrace. With her hands trapped, she couldn't even push the woman away! Or do anything except endure it. She needed to be able to see and have her hands free to have any chance of getting away. The bands around her thighs were starting to ache now, from how hard she was pulling at them!

Hair brushed against her shoulders, soft strands caressing her skin, making her shudder and sigh. After so long restrained, and with her eyes still blinded, the rest of her senses felt super-charged, drinking in everything, even if she couldn't tell what things were! The sense of powerlessness was impossible to ignore, as she was kissed and stroked, still having to stay up on her toes.

'Mmmm, such a lovely soft body! And one that's completely fresh - I'm looking forward to seeing what makes you react the most. Maybe something here?'

The arm around her waist slid downwards, fingers lightly stroking down her belly, then around the edge of her slit. Tamara gasped, trying to flinch away, her feet dropping onto the spiked cylinders and making her yelp with pain. Shame flooded through her - both at the noises she was making, and how desperately weak she was! She could tense and strain her arms and twist her shoulders, but there was no way for her to fight back - even if she stamped her foot down onto the woman's own feet, she still couldn't see, and had no way of getting her hands free.

'Your were complaining about how stressful your job was - well, you won't have to worry about that with me. As long as you're obedient, then you won't need to think much, at least while I'm training you. And I don't think my needs and desires are that complicated that a bright girl like you can't figure them out.'

The stroking was making Tamara's body heat up, and it took conscious effort to keep from moving her hips, bright desire sparking inside of her. How were the touches getting her so fired up? She could feel how wet she was already, and then the tip of a finger slid into her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping.

'Your body knows, at least. And while you can't see, you're going to be nice and sensitive everywhere else. I'm already wondering what it's going to sound like the first time you're spanked or caned! I'm sure you'll enjoy that.' The finger teased back and forth, rapidly stoking up Tamara's lust, her groans getting shamefully loud. It was hard to even think, her head filling with soft and fuzzy fog, hips starting to gently pulse and slide, backwards and forwards.

'I like that you're eager. But my submissives need to work for their pleasure!' The finger was withdrawn, a hand lightly then slapping against her pussy, still with enough force to make her gasp. 'You won't be allowed more than that until you have shown that you're appropriately obedient. Can you do that?'

The teasing finger returned, making slow circles inside of her, Tamara hating her own weakness, hearing her whimpers, and feeling her lust surge again.

'I expect an answer! Unless you're finding that you like to be hurt? I wonder how masochistic you are? I suppose even you don't know yet.' The finger slid out again, giving Tamara just enough time to brace for the slap, feeling it ripple through her.

'Are you going to be obedient, or will I need to force you?'

More stroking, Tamara's pussy so hot it felt like she was melting into it, all her focus down there. When the hand moved away again, she shuddered, trying to twist her hips to protect herself in case of another pussy-slap.

'When I ask you a question, then I expect a response. So, are you going to be obedient and work for your pleasure, or do you need forcing?'

Fingers pressed against her lips, not moving, but just a constant reminder of what might happen. The sense of powerlessness was something that Tamara had never felt before - there was nothing she could do, no way to break away or escape, at least not yet!

'I'll... I'll obey...'

'Good girl! Although you should have said that to begin with. But maybe you're just experimenting to see what you like - I can certainly help with that.' Another groping squeeze of her crotch, the pressure against her back moving as the woman rubbed against her. Tamara squeezed her thighs together, trying to reclaim at least some sense of self-control, but there was no way to evade the soft, slippery touches.

'Time to get things started then! I want to see how well you can move. Let me just clip a leash into place.'

Tamara was released, suddenly having to support her own weight, swaying a little, and now aware of the dampness between her thighs, where her juices were making her sticky. A surge of shame washed through her, making her head swim, until something tapped against the collar, clicking there, metal-on-metal.

Pressure pulled her forward, from the collar, making her realize she was literally on a leash, just like a dog! And with the spiked things beneath her feet, she was still having to walk on her toes, trying to keep her balance.

The force was steady, pulling her forward, and forcing her to trust that she wasn't about to walk into something. The floor felt wooden - smooth and polished boards, with barely-perceptible gaps between them. She kept walking forward, hunching inwards in a futile attempt to cover her nudity.

'Shoulders back - you have a lovely body, and shouldn't feel ashamed to show it off. And I don't want my submissives to be covering themselves up!'

'But...'

Pain flared against her neck, a sharp and hot stab, making her gasp.

'That was your shock collar, on the weakest setting. If you speak again without permission, then the gag goes back in. Remember, you need to earn the right to speak. So stand up properly and let yourself be seen. A body like yours is certainly worthy of admiration! I'm surprised you've not had more boyfriends, looking like that. Well, their loss.'

She was pulled forward again, no time to prepare herself or feel the way, neck still throbbing from the shock. Tamara was torn between wanting to obey and her shame at being naked, the pain finally winning out, as she stood up straighter, exposing herself more, hearing a purr of satisfaction, getting led forward again by the leash.

 

 

Chapter 9: Modifications

The table was cold against Tamara's back, more straps now over her legs, thighs, hips and chest, reducing her movement further. The back of her head rested on the bare metal, pressing against her skull. A strap over her forehead meant that she couldn't turn her head, instead just twitching nervously whenever she heard the woman move. The light shining down on her was bright enough to make her eyes ache, and all the little rattling, tinkling noises worried her - was some new torture implement going to be pulled out?

She tensed against the restraints - maybe she could wriggle free? Her arms were bound in the straitjacket-dress, which showed no signs of releasing her, despite her furtive attempts to break free. She could make it stretch out, but it showed no signs of tearing, or the straps of breaking. Her breasts were still aching as well, with the clamps in place, the chain dangling off the side of the table.

'That's everything! Time to make a few small adjustments to you. I mentioned wanting to even you out, and now it's time to do that. Can't have my newest girl my lopsided and unbalanced, can I?'

Some metallic rattled, just behind her head, making Tamara try and flinch away, without success.

'Those piercings in your ears - time for some adjustments, and something to help with your adjustments. And while I'm doing that, then I may as well put a few more in. You'll look much better when you're symmetrical, don't you agree?' A hand pressed over her eyes, the world turning black, making her tense against the straps again. 'Well?'

'Yes, mistress...'

'You see? All you need to do is agree, and your life will be nice and simple. If you start to disagree, then I'll have to be harsher - or just lock you back in the cell for a while, until you learn your place. It's all very carefully designed to make the occupant nice and agreeable, especially combined with the collar. You've been obedient so far, and it would be a shame to have to put you back in, before being able to have any fun with you.'

The hand pressed down harder, making weird blob-shapes dance in her vision.

'You're going to be nice and loyal, aren't you? And do whatever I say!'

The pressure on her eyes was starting to hurt, but all she could do was weakly drum her heels against the table in a desperate attempt to do something, even if there was no way to push the woman off. The force down onto her face kept increasing, before she managed to conjure up the will to speak.

'Yes, mistress! I'll be a good girl.'

'Just what I want to hear.' The pressure faded, the hand getting lifted away, allowing Tamara to see again, staring up into the light. 'You've had this done before, so it shouldn't come as a shock. I don't think you're going to need a gag, will you?'

Tamara tried to look to the side to see what was happening, her eyes aching from the effort, but couldn't see anything.

'If you scream, then, hmmm... Maybe giving you a lip-piercing and attaching your tongue-stud to that? Not sure what that would do, but I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy it. Are you going to obey and be nice and quiet? Tell me that you're going to be a good girl.'

'I'll be good!'

'Just what I want to hear. Now, hold still...'

Out of the corner of her eye, Tamara could see the woman pick up a piercing gun, before it was pressed against Tamara's right ear. It stabbed into her, shoving the piercing needle through the outer shell of her ear, before it was moved, another hole pushed into her ear. The gun was withdrawn, and then moved to the other side of her head, where she was pierced again.

'These are the latest thing - hypoallergenic, so they can be stuck in place for long periods!' An earbud was held up so that she could see it - soft grey plastic around the black pod, with some metal struts coming out of it, attached to studs. 'I'll have to keep you charged up so they work, but the battery life is meant to be quite good. You're going to hear only what I want you to hear - and whenever you can hear nothing, then you should know that pain is imminent.'

The bud was pushed into place, Tamara going deaf in one ear, able to feel the soft padding against her skin, blocking out all external noise. The metal studs and struts went into the new holes pushed into her ears, her existing piercings getting pulled out and replaced.

Nausea roiled in her stomach, senses warping around the half-deafness. Even the sounds of her own breathing were something that she could only half-hear. Fear spread through her, and she tried to twist and wriggle more, wanting to escape and break free. She strained against the straps, kicking with her feet, her arms pushing against the latex sleeves. With effort, she was able to rock a little from side-to-side, her butt and back squashing against the hard metal table.

A vicious, high-pitched whine stabbed into her blocked ear, making her gasp with pain, trying to move her hands up to cover her ears out of sheer reflex. It continued, her ear ringing with an internal echo before the sound cut out, as suddenly as it had started.

'If you behave, then I'll let you hear. Otherwise, it'll be silence and pain.' The woman reached over her face and grabbed her throat, starting to squeeze, choking off Tamara's air, forcing her to pant and gasp. 'You've been good so far - it would be a shame if you were to regress.' The grip tightened, Tamara unable to breathe, forced to go limp and passive. 'That's it - no struggling, just let me work.'

Another earbud was pushed into her left ear, making her completely deaf, the struts holding it in place. Her breathing was painfully shallow, both from the choking and her increasing panic at having one of her senses stolen, and the hand on her mouth meant that she could only breathe through her nose. Soft white static pulsed into her ears, flooding over her, before she heard the woman's voice, speaking directly into her ears.

'Those can stay in for long periods of time - if you try and remove them yourself, I'll just have to make the attachment more permanent.'

Tears started to swell in Tamara's eyes, and she kept struggling, before the hand pushed onto her mouth, and her nose was pinched shut. It was impossible to breathe through the obstructions, her lungs starting to ache and burn.

'You should know by now that I'm not going to let you go, and that it's very easy for me to hurt you.'

A shock from her collar made her gasp, draining the last of the air from her lungs, darkness starting to blur the edge of her vision. Her body went limp, and then she was released, allowed to breathe again.

'You see? You are here to obey and serve me, and the sooner you realize that, the better. What are you here for?'

The light stroke of a finger against her forehead was a clear threat, Tamara wanting it shake it off, but unable to muster even that much movement. It took several breaths before she was even able to speak, her tongue thick and heavy.

'To obey and serve...' Her voice sounded strange - there must be a microphone on the woman, picking up her own voice, distorting it due to the distance. She shivered again, starting to realize what had been done to her, how warped her senses were becoming!

'Good. It's always nice to hear a slut admit her place.' The woman moved around so that Tamara could see her, the piercing gun still in her hand as she leaned over, stroking at Tamara's breasts. 'Would you like the clamps removed?' She pulled on the chain, stretching out Taara's breasts, yanking hard enough that it hurt, Tamara now panting and gasping. The strangeness of having all sound coming through the earbuds was making her feel wobbly and queasy, a growing sense of unreality melting away her thoughts.

'Yes! Please, mistress.'

'You know how to be polite - good.' She unscrewed one of the clamps, blood rushing back, making Tamara gasp in pain, although she could only barely hear herself. Her nipple was still sore and painful, but she was too weak to do anything except lay there, watching in fear as the piercing-gun was placed against the nibble, metal stabbing through it.

Another jolt of pain, coming in silence as the woman smiled down at her. The woman's lips moved, but no sound came out - there was no sound at all, not even the fuzz of white noise. The fear kept building, as Tamara realized she had no control over her hearing anymore, being entirely at the mercy of her captor.

A piercing was pushed into the hole in her nipple, before the clamp was released from the other one, and that got pierced as well. She could feel the metal in her body, throbbing and sore, pain-sweat soaking her skin and making the latex dress cling even more tightly.

All her focus was on the woman as she moved, still smiling down at Tamara, rubbing some gel onto her nipples, and then tapping a finger against the chastity belt. Her hips rose up, a throbbing of pleasure starting within her, just from that tap.

She produced a key, still moving in silence, but Tamara could feel the instant the pressure around over her crotch was released, just about able to see the metal panel get pulled back. Air kissed against her cunt, making her shiver and pant, desperately wet already, wanting more and more stimulation.

A gloved finger stroked over her skin, a faint look of displeasure on the woman's face as she glanced up at Tamara. This time, when her lips moved, Tamara could hear her voice.

'Little bit messy down here! I suppose I'll need to shave you in future.'

How long had she been captive here? Long enough that her pubic hair had regrown! The sense of shame and lack of control made her feel even weaker and more pathetic, as the woman turned away, before starting to wipe her with a wet flannel. Even that touch made Tamara desperately horny, struggling to keep from thrusting her hips upwards, desperate for more stimulation.

'Stay still, I wouldn't want to accidentally cut you!' She had a razor now, carefully swiping it over Tamara's skin, scraping away the soft fuzz of hair. After it passed, Tamara's skin was even more sensitive, able to feel every little shift in the air, desperately horny as well.

'That's much better! Now I can see what I'm doing - and I've not done this before, so want to be sure to get it right.' She pinched at Tamara's pussy, stretching out the skin, before carefully placing the piercing-gun against it. Tamara's eyes went wide, her growing lust replaced with terror, before she was pierced against her will, needle jabbing through her soft and sensitive skin. A metal ring was passed through her skin, thin enough that it her body heated it up. The pain and pleasure mingled together, as her other lip was also penetrated.

'Nice and clean again! I'll have to keep you tidy down there.'

Fingers stroked over her crotch, light little taps that shattered Tamara's focus, strong shivers of pleasure shooting up from her pussy, enough to dispel the pain, at least for now. A finger slid into her, sliding all the way in easily, as she was so wet. She tightened around it, pushing her hips upwards as much as she could, wanting more and more.

'Certainly eager, aren't you? But you're not allowed anything more just yet.' The finger slid back and forth, stirring and stimulating her more, swirls of pleasure filling her head.

'Nuhhh... Please... Please, mistress...'

'Begging is good. But what are you begging for, little Tamara? I can be a kind mistress... sometimes.'

A finger lightly tapped against her clit, Tamara's eyes rolling back in her head.

'Maybe I should put a ring through this? It would be a nice convenient place to attach a leash.'

'Hahhh... Please, mistress, please keep touching me. I want more!'

The woman's hand brushed against one of the rings forced into her body, a harsh jangle of pain jabbing into her.

'You're certainly nice and keen and eager. But you're not allowed that yet. Maybe once you're healed.' Despite that, she didn't stop moving her fingers, teasing and stroking. 'Your eyes really are beautiful like this. With those buds in your ears, then I hope that a blindfold or hood won't be needed.'

Tamara was panting now, feeling her desperate lust build and build, despite the pain of the piercings.

'Please, mistress, please... I want to feel good. Please do that, please let me...'

'Will you promise to be obedient?'

'Nuhhhh... Yes, please! Just...'

The fingers started to move faster and faster, the pleasure building, more and more. After so long without any stimulation, it took barely any time to work her up, making her now thankful for the restraints, keeping her pinned into place.

'Mistress, please keep going!' She was yelling now, able to hear her voice come through loudly. 'Please, please, please!' She couldn't think of anything else to say, her head empty of anything except desperate desire for an orgasm. Even when the pussy-rings were touched, sparking surges of pain, the lust was still stronger, another finger sliding into her. All she could do was beg and plead, while staring up at the woman, who looked back down at her with a smile.

She was close now, desperately close, her mouth hanging slackly open. The fingers stopped thrusting, staying lodged in place, cruelly teasing her with the closeness of release.

'Promise me.'

'I promise! I'll be a good girl for you, I'll do whatever you say, just keep going!'

A few more thrusts, and that was all that she could take, the orgasm slamming into her, hot and rough, blowing away everything else. Her mind went black and blank, her hearing cutting out partway through, plunging her into a dark silence...

Chapter 10: Silence is Suffering

Tamara had to strain to keep the woman in view, blinkers strapped to her head limiting her vision to just directly ahead of herself. The collar around her neck meant that she couldn't properly turn her head, having instead to rotate her entire body. This was made harder by the outfit she had been forced to dress in - a skin-tight latex dress and corset, making it hard to turn at the waist, as well as limiting her breathing. The fat plug forced into her ass was aching as well, especially whenever she bent her waist.

Her hearing was still blocked - she could hear the constant soft whispering of white noise, if she focused, but other than that, was completely deaf. This forced her to constantly glance over at the woman, in case her lips moved to give a command, or her crop moved to gesture somewhere.

She had to focus completely on the woman, in case she missed any command, or even something that might be a command. Failure to serve would result in swift pain and punishment - and even a slight shock from her collar was enough to make her twitch and stagger, threatening to make her stagger and fall thanks to the brutally high heels that were locked onto her feet, and the hobble-skirt.

Every little movement of the woman, every time her expression changed, even slightly, made Tamara nervous, just in case she missed something. And every movement she made had to be precise and perfect, or else she might get punished. Her neck ached, sweat beneath the collar making it even softer and more vulnerable than normal, the prongs jabbing into her neck, scratching her skin.

She reached out, carefully lifting up a pot of tea, making sure to keep it perfectly straight and level before she poured it, filling the cup up properly. Next was milk, then sugar - she had to keep watching the woman, looking for the barely-perceptible nod that signaled enough.

Once that was done, she took a step backwards, allowing the woman to drink. The white noise hissed at her, constantly melting her brain, making it hard to think outside of her immediate focus, watching intently as the cup was raised to soft, red lips, and a sip taken. She didn't dare relax, even slightly, until the sip was swallowed and the cup put back down. The motion made no sound, at least that Tamara was permitted to hear, nor could she hear whatever the woman said as her lips moved. She tried to read the movements of the lips - the woman was smiling, which was probably a good sign. Was it praise? At the least, her collar didn't trigger, so she must have succeeded.

She shuffled backwards, trying to relieve the strain in her thighs and calves, grateful for any change in position. The woman leaned back in her chair, looking entirely at ease - she was dressed in a latex catsuit again, this one sleek black, a crop on the table, Tamara trying to keep an eye on that as well, just in case a hand ever grabbed for it.

At least now she had been allowed to see slightly more of wherever-she-was - she still had no idea where she was, and had only glimpsed "outside" through a few windows, with nothing to be seen except a high hedge. This room was one that seemed to be used frequently, and didn't have much bondage equipment - instead, the walls had paintings and plants on, lit by large windows.

'You've been a fun project.'

The voice sounded directly into her ears, Tamara's full attention now on the woman, a faint delay between the lips moving and the sound being heard. This only added to her sense of queasiness and the sense of disconnection.

'You've certainly adjusted well to silence - perhaps I should work on that more? A perfectly obedient slave-slut, responding to commands. And I think we both know what your mouth is used for, as you shouldn't need to talk. Isn't that right?'

Tamara just dipped her head in response, not daring to talk in case it drew punishment, as well as hating the way that her own voice sounded, coming back oddly warped by the distance between herself and the audio pickup.

'These new techniques are certainly less forceful than what I'm used to. Although there is a certain satisfaction in direct force!' She rose, moving close towards Tamara, fear starting to seize her, cold and clammy. Fingers stroked, then grabbed, her chin, tilting her head, as she was kissed, full on the lips. She could taste the tea as the woman's tongue probed into her mouth, the fingers pressing hard on her chin and cheeks, starting to hurt, before the woman broke the kiss.

'So soft and pliant - almost a little too broken.'

Pain burst on Tamara's cheek as she was slapped across the face, hard enough to make her head turn, cheek smarting and hot from the impact. Another strike, a backhand to the other side, shame and self-loathing from her inability to protect herself even worse than the pain of the impacts. Fingers pushed against her lips, and she opened her mouth. They pushed deep, four fingers stretching her mouth out, as she tried not to gag and splutter.

'A nice wet hole, easy to use. Maybe I should cock-train you more?'

Having her mouth violated by the fingers hurt, Tamara's eyes starting to water from pain and humiliation. She didn't dare tighten her jaw or bite, having to endure the fingers in her mouth, sliding over her tongue and pushing against her throat. The woman's other hand squeezed one of her breasts, sending a surge of warmth through her body, before sliding downwards between her legs, tapping against the metal of the chastity belt. Just a tap there made her shiver with intense heat, desperate desire flooding there her.

'And would you like something more here?'

It was impossible to talk, Tamara feeling tears start to well up, from a combination of shame, desire and pain. Her hips shifted slightly, rolling forward, even her body not entirely under her own control, her lust surging.

'An hour of silence for an orgasm - would that be an acceptable trade? Now that you know what silence means?'

Tamara whimpered, feeling the cold, clammy sweat around her neck, pressed there by the collar, the prongs ready to bite. Silence would mean the collar activating, a steady sequence of shocks, forcing her to twitch and jerk, unable to control her movements at all, reduced to nothing but pain-wracked meat. But an orgasm - her pussy was throbbing now, wet beneath the belt, her juices damp on her thighs. Her tongue licked over the woman's fingers, sliding over the latex as they kept moving, stretching out her mouth and adding to her sense of shame.

'I think you've been good enough that you deserve at least that much. And soon it'll be time to return you - you were a catch and release, and a chance for me to test out all my new toys. You'll have to make up some stories about where you've been all this time, but I'm sure a clever girl like you can manage that.' The fingers pushed deeper, one starting to penetrate Tamara's throat. 'Or maybe you aren't so clever anymore? I imagine that the isolation might have had a negative impact. I'll be in touch when I want to play again. And I think you're at least smart enough to realize that telling anyone about me would have negative effects.'

The fingers were pulled out of her mouth before she was slapped again, the impact painful and wet with her own spit now. There was no chance to respond before she was grabbed by the throat, hand squeezing, making it hard to breathe as Tamara was pushed backwards, until she was up against a wall.

Her hobble-skirt started to loosen as the woman plucked and pulled at the laces, pulling it away. Tamara shook her hips, helping the thing to fall to her knees, her desperation surging.

'I think this can be a parting gift - I can shock you unconscious and then load you into the back of my car to drop you off. When you wake up, you'll be back home. Although with a few extra gifts from me.' A finger flicked Tamara's ear, where one of her extra piercings was, making Tamara yelp in shock and pain.

Another tap against the chastity belt, the metal knocking against her pussy-piercings, making her heat up with shame and desire. She went as limp as possible, not daring to show any resistance, knowing that the woman could easily hurt her. The hand around her throat was the main thing holding her up, as the woman produced a key and inserted it into the locks holding the belt on. Any sounds were too little for her to hear, but she could feel the pressure-tightness against her body lessen, the metal starting to pull away.

Just the hope of that was enough to make her start to pant, lust-fever burning her up. The tightness faded away, more and more, until the crotch panel of the belt could be removed, air kissing against her pussy. She couldn't restrain herself from pushing her hips forward, before she was slapped down there, the pain mingling with desperate desire.

The woman grabbed one of Tamara's pussy-rings and gave it a pull, stretching out Tamara's pussy-lip, adding more pleasure-pain to the crazed swirl of sensations, making her gasp loudly enough that she could hear it.

'Maybe I should use these to lock you away? There's all sorts of clever little devices you can get these days - that would let you clean yourself, but make it hard to have any pleasure.'

The thought of being denied pleasure even more, of being locked up and denied, made Tamara sag in despair, before another pussy-slap made her tense up against the wall.

She was desperately horny already, hips grinding forward, only stopped by another harsh slap.

'If you can resist until I give the order, then I won't lock you up.' The woman leaned forward again, kissing her on the mouth, her taste and scent flooding Tamara's senses, making it hard to think. She couldn't respond other than to make a pathetic burbling noise, her lips and tongue not responding properly to her needs.

Two fingers slid into her, and she was so desperate and wet that there was no resistance, just lettering out a shrill moan. The hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her airflow even more, painful bursts of light sparking in front of her eyes.

'Not until I give you permission!' The fingers pushed deeper, curving up and all the way in, spreading inside of her, stroking against her, desperate heat rising and rising. She made a strangled grunt, pushing her hips forward, wanting to be completely stuffed. All she could see was the woman's face, smiling down at her, powerful and focused.

She was panting now, barely able to breathe as she was forced towards her release, enduring another brutally long kiss that denied her even more air. All her focus was between her legs, as her mouth hung open after the kiss, slack and wide, dribble splashing downwards.

'Not yet - unless you want that cute little lock attached to your body?'

The woman pressed herself tightly against Tamara, letting go of her throat and allowing her to breathe, her pants making her even more desperately aware of her desire. The fingers inside of her weren't even moving now, just staying in place as she tensed around them. With the woman pressing against her, she couldn't move her own hips, desperate delirium settling onto her as she tried not to immediately collapse.

'That's it - you really do know your place, don't you? Nothing more than a lovely and obedient toy for me. I'm going to let you go for a little while, but I'm sure that you'll remember me, won't you? And be just as nice and obedient when I come for you again. If you can do that, then you might be allowed something a little more exciting. Or I might just stick you in the cell again and see how you react.'

The fingers started to slide back and forth, agonizingly slow and cruel, not enough to allow Tamara the release her body so desperately wanted, as her head spun and her lungs burned. All she could manage was pathetic gasps and whines, unable to even manage to beg, completely powerless as she was teased. A hand grabbed her breast, strong and powerful, twisting at it, adding even more stimulation to her overloaded senses.

'Not yet!'

'Nhhhh... Hahhhh...' The sounds of her groans and moans made her feel shame, at her own weakness, but there was nothing she could do except pathetically whine, staring into the woman's eyes, feeling tears trickle down her face, slowly melting her makeup.

'So sweet and obedient - perhaps all these new techniques have something to them after all?'

Tamara's breast was given a sharp twist, hard enough to hurt, the sensation searing through her. Her heart was pounding so fast that it hurt, her eyes wide as the fingers slowly drew back, all the way out of her, and then slammed in. Three of them now, knuckles pressing against her body, their lengths fully penetrating into her, holding her securely in place. She was desperately aware of every little movement they made, feeling how they stretched out her insides, even as she tightly clamped around them, able to wriggle her hips just a little.

'That's it - you just need to surrender entirely. I'm sure that you know your place - that will make it easier to resume your training when I get you again. It might be in a few months, or maybe a year or two, but you're going to come back here and then be my cute little bitch again. But I haven't given permission yet, have I?'

'Pl... Please, Mistress... Please, please, please...' Tamara could only just manage to babble out that single word, again and again, feeling herself spiral into panic, that she might be denied yet again, her tears flowing faster now.

'Just a little more! You can hold off a little more for me, can't you?'

Her breast was released as the woman leaned in for another breath-stealing kiss, and then her hearing suddenly went silent. She froze in fear, neck starting to prickle already, in anticipation of what was to come. The woman's head moved backwards, a cruel smile on her lips, just as the first shock came.

Pain bit into her neck, harsh and vicious, making her tense up painfully tight. She couldn't even hear her own cry of pain, isolated from her own body again. She tried to shake her head, wanting to get the earbuds out, but the piercings held them securely in place. Her gaze focused on the woman's face, her perfect red lips shaping into a little laugh. And then words, slowly and carefully shaped, so that Tamara could understand them, even without hearing.

'You.'

'May.'

'Cum.'

The fingers started to slam backwards and forwards with sudden vigor, Tamara letting herself relax into the rhythm, despite the pain jabbing into her neck and making her spasm and twitch. The pleasure surged through her, drowning everything else out, her eyes rolling back into her head as she slammed into the orgasm, everything else torn away from herself. It was more intense than anything she'd ever felt, her whole body melting into bliss, except for the lightning-jabs into her neck. When they stopped, she fell entirely into darkness, mind completely blank, everything else scrubbed away...

 

...There was darkness, the sensation of movement, a tight, confined space, hot and stuffy. Fresh air, just for a moment, before something was forced into her mouth and she swallowed, a chalky lump in her mouth, the darkness again. And then consciousness slowly returned. She was sat down, metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles, a hood on her head, otherwise naked. Silence made her ears ring, panic surging as she waited for lightning to sting her, desperately struggling against the cuffs.

They clicked open, releasing her hands, and she tore the hood away, half-light stabbing into her eyes. Her ankles were free as well, the panic seizing her, entire body tense and clammy, waiting for pain. She grabbed at her neck, realizing that the metal collar was no longer there, just a leather band.

As she looked around, she realized that she was back in her own apartment. Completely naked, except for what felt like a leather collar. Her panic faded, before suddenly surging again as she felt between her legs - the metal rings were still there, embedded into her pussy-lips, but there was nothing else. She immediately started to finger-fuck herself, falling back down onto the chair, fingers pumping in and out of herself, her pleasure rising as she pushed herself into an orgasm, making herself breathless.

When she regained her senses again, she noticed there was a folded piece of paper on the floor, which she picked up and opened.

Enjoy yourself, but I'll be back for you soon. Keep the piercings in, I quite like them. And don't get too excited - I'll be keeping an eye on you, from a safe distance.

She glanced around in sudden paranoia, but couldn't spot anything unusual - although her vision was blurry still, trying to adjust to the twilight and the pleasure of the orgasm.

Keep doing your makeup - you have such a pretty face, especially when you're screaming around a gag! And you need to work on your endurance. You can spank yourself every night to build up your stamina. That collar was a bit obvious, so I switched it for another. I expect you to take good care of it!

Tamara stroked her fingers over the collar, feeling the soft leather, buckled tightly. The silence was still making her nervous until she started to hum, desperate to have some noise.

Take good care of yourself - I want you to be nice and healthy when I pick you up again. Don't get too used to being able to control yourself, as I'll be coming around to take charge again. I'll permit you the freedom to touch yourself for now, but don't get too used to it!

Tamara kept humming, desperately keeping the silence back, still gently stroking herself.

Next time, I'll put my mark on you permanently. Your tattoos could do with a few refinements - next time I get you, I'll have the equipment needed to change them. Just to make it obvious who you belong to! Oh, and don't think about getting a boyfriend or girlfriend - that would be rude and I'm sure you wouldn't want to be put into permanent silence, or to have your pussy locked away permanently. So be a good little girl, unless you want me to get inventive!

There was a large kiss-X, scrawled in lipstick, and the paper smelled of the woman's perfume, making Tamara shiver. She was free, but had no idea how long for! And the thought of silence just terrified her, whenever her breath ran out and she to stop humming. All the things the woman had forced onto her, locking her into the cell, piercing her body with metal, denying her even the ability to touch herself... All those swirled together as she started to stroke herself again, comforting herself with the touch of her own body, no longer denied to her. But she had to keep making noise, otherwise the fear surged, distracting her from the pleasure!

Whatever happened now, that seemed like it would stay with her - she had been changed, forever, against her will, and she might be subjected to that again, at any time. How the woman might be watching, or might grab her again, were things she didn't want to think about! For now, at least she was free - and she stroked and rubbed herself into another orgasm, panting and gasping, desperate to fill the silence, as she fell into a pleasure-filled daze...

 

THE END

About the Author

Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prisonette's Dilemma Preview Chapter Five: Uncertain Roles

Making friends is hard. But that doesn't mean Eliza wanted to be locked into a torture chamber with some class-mate she's never met! And now they're locked and shackled together, forced into closeness and made to torment and tease each other. Made to hurt each other, bound into confinement, never allowed to be apart, but never allowed to climax or enjoy each other's presence. Soon, all Eliza can think of is the other girl's soft body and warm eyes, but touching her brings pain! All Eliza wants is the other girl's gentle touch, but without the shock or the lash... Will she ever be allowed to take her pleasure with the other girl?

 

It was dark around her, pushing in on her, the air thick and hot with her own breath. Eliza was inside a metal box or crate, just about large enough to hold her. She couldn't feel the jolting sensation of being carried, she couldn't hear anything... Where was she? And what was she wearing?

She patted herself down - it felt like a uniform, crisp and fresh, but there was a metal belt around her waist and between her legs, something pushed inside of her, although at least it was currently passive. Her nipples were still sore from the clamps Sophia had applied, but the pain had died down, scratches almost healed already. She couldn't have been out for that long then, probably not even a few hours. Something felt different, and it took her several minutes to place it, as her fingers moved up around her neck - the collar, the omnipresent leather strap that showed her position and rank, had changed. There was still something tight around her neck, but it was now a heavier thing of plastic and metal, a chunky powerpack on the back of her neck.

She whimpered, the sound making a soft echo around the cramped space. Someone wanted to control her - who, and why? And where was she?

The device between her legs buzzed for a moment, pleasure forced upon her, before going still. Who was doing this? Was it the nurses? A vision of their blank, faceless heads, staring at her, latex-wrapped hands reaching for her, ready to torment her further, made her whimper again. Would they drag her into an examination room, strap her legs into stirrups and spread her wide? Or use her as a test subject, restrain her and electrocute her sensitive parts, strap a mask over her face and limit her oxygen supply until she was gasping and panting?

She bit her lip, or tried to, finding her mouth locked open. She explored the intruder with her tongue - it was a double set of metal rings, one behind her teeth and one in front, forcing her mouth open, and was too tight to push out. It was buckled around her head, the straps locked on with metal clasps she couldn't remove. Was she going to be abused by men, her soft mouth used as a fuck-hole, unable to refuse? She couldn't talk, even to curse or plead, unable to make more than rough approximations of words and soggy mumbles.

She went silent, trying to force herself to relax. She couldn't hear any sounds of movement, maybe she had been forgotten? A shock nipped at her neck, the collar giving her a mild shock, making her yelp. Although it was mild, staying in here would only invite further punishment. She pushed against the top of her container, finding it unlocked, the lid opening, allowing her out and for fresh air to rush in - it tasted sweet and cool, not hot and clammy with her own breath and sweat.

She pushed herself to her feet and stepped out of the crate, looking around. It was one of the student rooms, but one of the smallest, most cramped ones, little more than a cell in its own right. No windows, the only light coming from a bare lightbulb suspended from the ceiling. There was a single bed, metal frame bolted to the floor, with cuffs and chains at each corner, so the occupant could be restrained. And another crate, about the same size, but of plastic rather than metal.

Eliza checked the door - locked, with no key. Although there was a key in the chest she had climbed out of. So someone had chosen to let her free? A sound came from the other chest, something moving inside it.

Eliza moved to open it, revealing Sophia inside, curled up to fit into the cramped space. She was dressed in a fresh school uniform as well, a chastity belt shining between her legs, a chunky collar around her neck, four lights shining. Her mouth was also forced open with a ring-gag, her eyes wincing from the light. A spark snapped from her collar and she grunted in pain before seeing Eliza.

Eliza took a step forward and extended a hand towards her, helping her stand. She could feel Sophia's nerves, her hand shaking as they touched. The vibe buried inside of her started, moving to twist and buzz. What was going on? Eliza moved to check the room for cameras, any way that people might be observing them. She couldn't see any, but they could be hidden, or watching through concealed holes, and the vibrator was distracting enough to make a full check hard.

Sophia bumped into her from behind and gave her a tight hug. Eliza's collar sparked, spiking her neck with pain, vibrator still lively. Eliza pawed at her chastity belt - it was locked tightly on, enough that she couldn't get a finger in, no chance of getting the belt off, or removing the intruder from her body.

It was comforting having Sophia so close, the girl's scent soothing, despite, or perhaps because of, all the torments they had been through so far. Memories of the dungeon, of Sophia's face as she had pulled the plastic bag over Eliza's head, forcing her to gasp and pant for breath, the clamps tight on her nipples, brought a twinge of suspicion into Eliza's mind. Was the girl part of her punishment, the toy of a dominant? Or were her feelings genuine?

'ar oo oay?' Eliza tried to talk through the gag, her tongue flapping against the metal ring.

Sophia clung on, body soft and warm against Eliza . 'Noooo! Whup iss gophing on?'

The vibrator settled into a steady rhythm, pleasure rippling through Eliza. It was soothing and pleasant, almost like regular sex, with a trusted partner, not forced or painful, or with any violation or harm.

'I on't oo.' Sophia's tongue, waggling in her mouth, was strangely cute, pink and vulnerable, and Eliza leaned in to give her a kiss, pushing her own tongue into the vulnerable, open mouth of the other girl. It was a strange, intrusive gesture, Sophia unable to resist, their tongues sliding over each other, before a savage barb of electricity speared them both, tongues tensing against each other. For a moment, Eliza was strangely thankful for the gag, otherwise she might have bitten Sophia's tongue.

They pull apart, Sophia sitting on the bed as Eliza checked the door again, finding it still locked. The vibes died away, leaving her unfulfilled, but this was better than being hurt. Other than the collars, and the belts sealing their pussies, there didn't seem to be anything else that could hurt her for the moment, other than Sophia. Maybe, for now, she was... safe?

She approached Sophia, taking a seat on the floor, resting next to the girl, leaning on her legs. She was so warm and sweet, gentle and soft! Why can't more people be like this, instead of harsh and cruel? The vibe started again, a steady throbbing, and she could feel the pressure rising again inside of her. Sophia reached out, slowly and gently, patting her hand against Eliza's head, before Eliza grasped the hand and held it close against her own cheek, glad of the human contact, the simple pleasure of a touch without pain or degradation.

'Elipha...'

From here, Eliza could see that Sophia's crotch was buzzing as well, the scent of her own desire pungent. Eliza started rocking her hips, trying to grind against the belt, wanting to finish herself off, blocked by metal. Sophia tilted down, bringing her face close to Eliza's. With her mouth forced open, dribble spilt out and fell onto Eliza's clean blouse, staining the white fabric, making it cling to Eliza's flesh, turning translucent. The vibe cut off, a savage barb of electricity biting her neck.

They both whined in disappointment as Sophia squeezed her legs together, clearly wanting her own vibrator to start again. Eliza kissed Sophia's leg, or at least nuzzled against it, brushing her tongue against the girl's skin, savoring the taste. Sophia grabbed at Eliza's breast, a harsh, grabbing caress, and Eliza felt her collar shift. It tightened around her neck, making it harder to breathe. She stood and staggered away from Sophia, leaning on a wall and panting, fighting for air.

Sophia rose and followed her, eyes bright, chest shifting as she panted, clearly still wanting release. 'Eliho, lehh me touhh ou!'

Eliza fell to her knees, still struggling to breathe as Sophia reeled from another shock from her own collar. Stood above Eliza, she appeared powerful and dominant, despite the gag, collar and belt locked onto her body. Eliza felt the familiar urge to obey, to please, to bow and beg and scrape to avoid harm, rise up in her. But Sophia wasn't like that, was she?

'We an akke ouelves um by uching ech othur.'

She stepped forward again, her hand brushing against Eliza's head, in time with another spike of electricity. As she spread her legs, her hand pulled Eliza's head towards her crotch, with her tongue rubbing uselessly against the chastity belt. She could taste it, the edge of Sophia's desire, juices starting to seep through the belt, the smell making Eliza woozy.

Sophia pulled her away from the wall, then pushed her over and straddled her, pinning her to the ground. She started grinding her crotch against Eliza, the metal scraping against skin, as her fingers plucked at the buttons of Eliza's blouse, her body now twitching from constant electrical shocks. Eliza tried to hug her, barely able to summon up any strength, lightly running her hands along Sophia's body.

The belts knocked together as they scissored, still unable to achieve orgasm, with the belts locked on and the vibes currently inactive. They kissed again, tongues slipping together, Eliza tasting Sophia, hot and wet, their spit mingling together. Eliza's vision wavered, her breath cutting short, collar tightening again and more spikes of electricity tormenting her. Sophia grabbed her tightly, nails pricking at Eliza's flesh, somehow even that pain feeling good. The last light on Sophia's collar blinked out.

'Ophia...'

There was an audible click as Sophia's collar tightened as well, leaving her gasping for breath. The sensations were too much and Eliza tried to crawl away, pinned between Sophia's legs. Sophia grabbed hold, pulling herself tightly against Eliza in pain and fear, spit flowing freely, further staining their uniforms.

Eliza managed to crawl away, retreating into the furthest corner. The collar loosened, just enough to let her gasp in several breaths, the lightning sparks diminishing at the same time. She looked at Sophia - several of her own blouse buttons had come undone, her top falling open to reveal her pale, tender flesh beneath, stained with drool.

Eliza gasped in breath until the sparks in her eyes diminished, looking at the crates again. The one she had been in was clearly thicker, and made of metal rather than plastic - would the walls act as a faraday cage? There was little choice but to find out, as Eliza took a deep breath then stepped across the room and hugged Sophia tightly. The collar immediately tightened and shocked her with a zap, the pain forcing the scant air from her lungs. With her arms around Sophia, she twisted her off balance, bundling her into the chest, Sophia's eyes going wide as she realized what was happening.

'Nuhu!' Sophia slapped Eliza across the face, the band of the gag doing little to absorb the strike. 'Nuuuuh! Immm noph oinn itt!'

'Immm ooorry...'

Eliza forced herself to ignore the pain of the slap, the impact somehow crueler and more painful than the barbs of lightning from the collar, or even the burning of her lungs from the lack of air. She pushed down, forcing Sophia down into the crate, then slammed the lid down and sat on it. She could feel the lid shaking beneath her, as Sophia pushed back, but she wasn't strong enough to push Eliza off. She twisted the key in the lock, the crate now held shut. Sophia continued to strike against the metal as Eliza stroked the crate, feeling betrayed, wanting more time with Sophia, but without having to endure choking and electrocution.

'Oorrry, Ophia...' The vibrator inside of her suddenly sparked into life, at full power, making her sag onto the crate for support, pushed into an orgasm, a wave of pleasure overwhelming her, leaving her gasping and reeling, needing long minutes to recover herself, even after the vibrations stopped. When her vision had returned, she stood, trying to ignore the soft sobs coming from inside the crate, able to properly breathe again.

She looked at it more carefully, fingering the key. There was a small slot for air, with a panel that could be slid over it, restricting the airflow to a minimum and probably rendering the occupant mostly unconscious. It was on wheels, currently locked into position, but meaning it could be easily moved. Would someone be coming to take Sophia away, or is she Eliza's now? Her hand tensed possessively on the crate, a droplet of spit flowing onto it, as Eliza wiped it away with a sleeve, not wanting the metal tarnished.