by Alan Horn
"Bend over. Make your head lower than your ass."
I did as ordered. I felt cold fingers rubbing lubricant into and around my asshole. I didn't like where this was going, but knew I would be whipped if I moved. My mouth was silenced by the gag. I just waited.
Something cold touched my sphincter. I stiffened. Elinor said, "this plug is going in whether you want it or not. If you resist it will hurt more." She was right. I tried to relax my asshole. It may have helped. She grabbed my locked wrists and held me in place while steady pressure forced the thing into me. I felt it moving into me, getting wider and wider. At last it shrank and my asshole closed around it. I felt full, like I needed to shit. I don't think the butt plug was punishment. It didn't hurt. I made me dependent on my masters for a bodily function. Another reminder I was on a short leash. I guess I was being resized to be more convenient for my master, too.
"Standing display," she ordered.
I stood up, back arched. I felt her doing something with my hands. She had unlocked them from my waistband but they were still locked together. Oh, this would be so much better. Then she lifted them straight up, forcing me to bend over. When they were as high as I could lift, she locked them to the track chain. My back was horizontal and my breasts swung free below me. She lifted my head up. I felt her doing something with the chain holding me to the overhead track. I heard a lock click and my head was supported by the chain. Then there was a searing pain on my stretched ass. The whip, oh no. Not like this. I received four more and then felt her rub my cunt. I whined. I screamed into my gag. My feet kicked me around in frantic gyrations like a whirling top. More than a step in any direction and my feet left the ground. I pivoted around the track above me and returned to earth ready for the next stripe. One more stinging strip and another cunt feel. I was hot by this time. One more stripe and I would come. The red hot stripe landed and my belly churned. I felt the fingers touch my cunt and I came with a silent scream. I danced around the cell some more.
She left me, shutting the door with a clank.
I shuffled toward the wall to sit down, but I was stopped after only one small step. My wrists were suspended high above my back. I had to stay in the middle of the room until she returned. I would have cursed save for the large ball in my mouth. Well wasn't this just great! The single, solitary good thing I found about this position was that my drool landed on the floor instead of me.
I just stood, bent over. My bass throbbed from the last stripes. The chain would support me at at the cost of my shoulders. There was slack enough for a step in any direction. I learned I could walk in a small circle. I kicked my feet just to hear the merry jingle of my chain. I shook my head to enjoy a different jingle from the chain on my collar. I bent my knees and squatted, but I could only go a few inches before my arms objected. I tried to use my tongue to move the ball to a more comfortable position, but it was strapped too tight. I could wriggle my fingers. Open and close my hands. That was it. I couldn't move, talk, squat or shit.
Hours passed and my shoulders hurt. My ass still stung. My jaws were tired. I had tried to cry, but the hood stifled even that. I resolved to be the most submissive wench to ever grace the earth. There were just too many ways I could be hurt, controlled and degraded. Even as I resolved to be a slave of slaves, I felt something else. My belly was trembling and felt hot. I was becoming aroused by my submissive resolve. What the fuck? I was miserable, confined, and bored. And my body, my body, had the gall to become aroused. Maybe that was the key to understanding women. Abuse them enough and they get horny. Now I wanted two things, and two things only. To be let down and to be fucked hard. Everything else could wait.
I lost track of the days. My life was a black night of anticipation. I wait for any stimulation. I felt like a comet floating in darkness. Sometimes I would come close to the sun and Ellie would visit me. Then things would happen. Both good and bad. Sometimes she would feed me and let me use the pail. I spent much of each day with one or more of my rings fastened to the wall or the bars. Now she has started arousing me by rubbing, licking, sucking on my breasts. Damn if it doesn't feel good. Another round of conditioning, I guess. I hope she is close to being satisfied. I would love to get out of this damn hood.
Her whip conditioning had worked. She only had to give me one stripe with her evil whip and I would come at the slightest touch on my cunt. I had named my pussy, 'Old Faithful.' I told my mistress my name and she agreed with a laugh. Every day I was given three or four orgasms. It was quick and easy for her. The last time she just had me stand and spanked me with her hand. It was not painful, but when she rubbed my pussy with one finger, I had come with a huge orgasm. I squealed and stamped my feet and contorted my body. It was so, so strong. She just said, "Mom, you are what the experts call responsive. Excellent."
Sometimes I would be allowed to sit or kneel. That was what my sense of perspective had shrunk to. Good was when I could sit, eat, speak , come, or crap. Bad was the whip, standing, neediness, and fullness. Joy occurred only when we could talk or with an orgasm.
I heard Ellie's chains jingling as she neared my cell. I was overjoyed. Yes, she would hurt me. But even that was company. Now I was fastened to the wall by my labia rings. I wasn't humiliated as I once would have been. Now I was just my master's property and nothing he made me do caused humiliation. Maybe I could sit again. Maybe she would remove my gag and feed me. That would be so nice. I knew my hands and feet would never be free again. I wish I could see her, if only for an instant.
SHe removed my gag. I wriggled my jaw. It felt heavenly to be able to close my mouth again. "Thank you, Mistress."
She said, "Hello, mother, are you comfortable?"
I had learned. " I am fine, Mistress."
"Good," she said, "I'll release you so you can sit."
I took a step back when she opened the lock.
"Bend over," she said.
I felt the butt plug leaving me.
"use the toilet while I clean this." She left and closed the cell door behind her. I crept over to the wall and found my pail. I squatted over it and relieved myself. Ellie returned and waited for me to finish. "Turn around and bend over," she said. I felt her clean around my asshole with a damp cloth. She worked more lubricant into my asshole and around it. "Now relax," she said and replaced the plug. It went in with less effort this time.
She fed me then asked, "Anything to say before the gag goes back in?"
"Mistress, I hope you know you don't need the gag. I will be silent if you command it."
The stripe this time was on my right breast. I made my usual contortions and screams.
Elinor said, "That was a complaint, mother. Anything else you want to say?"
"Mistress, I'm glad it is you taking care of me. I would be frightened of what a stranger could do in my condition."
She said, " You should be more frightened of what I will do, mother. You will be whipped after dinner. Open wide."
She inserted my gag and strapped it tight. At least I could sit down now. I heard her leave and close the cell door.
I could sit down again. One does not appreciate small things like sitting until lost. I stood and walked to another wall and sat down. I waited a little and savored that wall. I sampled all the walls and all the places on a wall. I liked the barred wall because my hands could grasp them, fondle them. But they hurt my bare shoulders so I moved again. I decided I preferred the wall facing the bars. I could hear Elinor moving in the house, or at least her ankle chains jingling. Maybe another slave was in the house. Unlikely but possible. I suppose it could have been master moving some chains around. Again, unlikely but possible. No, I was sure it was Elinor. The house was silent for long periods. Sometimes I would hear a door open and close, but I couldn't tell what was happening. I was ignorant of everything in the world except what I could feel and hear.
I christened my cell the doghouse. I was in it because I had been bad. I wondered how long I had to stay in the doghouse?
Elinor
returned, jingling in. Such a merry sound. She said, "I am putting a tarp on the floor. Lay on it, face down."
I started to say "Yes, Mistress," until I realized I was still gagged. I obeyed, of course. I did not wish to feel her whip again. She used a chain to fasten my ankle chain to my waistband. A half hogtie, I guess one would call it.
"Roll over on your back."
I had difficulty, and she used her hands to help me over. Awfully useful, those hands. I missed mine something fierce.
"Hold your knees wide and don't move."
I did, but I felt so exposed and vulnerable. My pubes and inner thighs were soft and sensitive. I needn't have worried. She was gentle when she shaved me. Doubly exposed, I missed my curls more than I would have thought. I was still under orders not to move. She left me there while she picked up her tools and waste.
"Do you wish to speak, mother?"
I nodded my head. and she removed my gag.
"Mistress, thank you for shaving me. I feel more exposed and submissive than ever. I have no secrets from my masters."
"Good slave. You will not be punished for disrespect. I will shave you every week.
She put my food bowl on the ground and said, "Feed."
When I finished, she gave me a drink of water, inserted my gag, and stood me up. She shortened the chain and said, "Time for your whipping. Face the back of the cell."
It hurt so much worse when I couldn't scream. The pain stayed bottled up in me and seemed to grow fiercer with each stroke. I danced on my chain. I cavorted. I twisted, but I couldn't scream and it was horrible to be both blind and mute. I had no warning and each stripe was an unexpected fire on my thighs. She was not striping my ass. After a few stripes, my arousal started. As the arousal grew, the pain changed. It grew more diffused, not so hot on my legs, but exciting in my loins. I realized pain and pleasure were just different sides of the coin of life. I wanted it to go on. I waited for my release, my climax. My screams changed to moans. Elinor played with my nipple rings. She twisted and pulled on them. My nipples, ever hard, grew rigid and painfully sensitive. My breath came in gasps. My climax was close.
Then she stopped. She moved away. I lunged after her to try and rub my nipples, my pussy, anything on her. But my chain snubbed me. I couldn't reach her. I couldn't reach anything. My loins were on fire, my pussy spasming. Love juices ran down my leg, dribbling through my nether lips. I was in an agony of need. I wanted to cry out to her to please let me come. The gag only let me make animal sounds, needy sounds. She closed the door and I wept tears of frustration and need. I would have said "I will do anything, forever." My gag was potent. I could communicate nothing so complex, only my need.
I waited. I stood and waited in my personal black silence. No longer able to move I mourned the loss of my freedom. No longer able to see or speak, I mourned the loss of my senses. No longer able to resist anyone, I embraced my slavery with open, loving arms. I wanted nothing more than to serve my master as well as I could.
Hours later, I heard my cell door open. I was confused. I had not heard Elinor's ankle chains jingling. Was I asleep? Was it someone else? I turned toward the sound.
Master spoke, "Good evening, slave." I wanted to speak so bad. I wanted to beg for his forgiveness, to let me prove I was his obedient slave. That I wanted only to serve him. But I was silenced. He lengthened my chain and removed my gag.
I knelt, hoping I was facing him. "Thank you, Master. May I serve you, please?"
He said, "drink," and put the mouth of a water bottle to my lips. I drank it all in many small gulps. I felt the head of his penis push against my lips. I licked and sucked as well as I could. His member grew larger and stiff. He thrust his now rigid member deep into my mouth and let me move my head around him. I bobbed my head, sucking hard and caressing him with my tongue as I moved. He came in me and said, "swallow it all, slave." I did, gratefully. It was so much better than my last meal. He withdrew from me. I wanted more but dared not speak. He said, "More water, slave?" I shook my head no. I wanted to savor his taste as long as possible. He said, "You were good. Sleep now," and he left, closing the cell door behind him.
Good, he said I was good. How grand that made me feel. One small word with such a wealth of meaning to me. I had pleased my master. I would continue to strive to excel in everything for my master. I lay down on the hard floor. I wiggled around, trying to recall which position had felt best last night. I slept.
I did not know how long I had been a blind prisoner. My memories of my previous life were slipping away, bit by bit. I knew I had once driven a car. Those were meaningless words. I did not remember why I had driven it, or what it looked like. I could not remember how I did it or where. Every hour, every day, I lost more memories. I floated in blackness. I was the victim of a fickle Goddess. My Goddess seldom visited me. When she did, sometimes She bestowed Good, sometimes Bad. All I knew was that Her visits were much better than blackness, no matter what gift She left me. Even a gift of pain was better than no visit. I was more lonely than a castaway on an uncharted island. I remembered a movie where the hero was stranded for months. He returned home to find his loved ones had forsaken him for dead. He was so lucky. He could see and interact with the world. It wasn't the world he wanted but his senses were free. I had my sight replaced with a stygian night. My touch restricted to concrete and steel. All I could feel when I moved was my rings swaying in my sensitive places. Hot and cold had vanished from my senses. My hearing was reduced by the sheath of leather. I smelt nothing or the musk of my Goddess.
Chapter 11 - Pained Nipples
The jingling of mistress Elinor's ankle chains woke me. I knelt as fast as I could. She opened the cell door.
"Good morning, mother," she said, "are you comfortable?"
"Good morning, mistress. I am good." I did not want to say anything that could be construed as complaining. I was sure I would get whipped if I did..
"Stand up and bend over, mother."
She removed my butt plug and had me use the pail while she cleaned the plug. She inserted it and had me kneel.
"You food is in front of you. Feed," she said.
I leaned forward and ate it. It was oatmeal with raisins. I drank water from the other bowl, lapping it up like a dog. When I finished, I knelt and said, "Thank you, Mistress."
"Standing display." I stood and arched my back. She shortened my chain so I had to stand. She played with my nipples and their rings. Pulling, twisting, licking, stroking them. I was becoming aroused. She took my head in her hands. My God, I wish I could use my hands. I'm so fucking helpless. I felt her lips on mine. I was startled. This was my daughter. She pushed with her tongue. I opened my lips and gave her access. She explored my mouth with her tongue. She tasted so good. She was sweet and tasted of musk and flowers. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She instantly pinched my nipples. I got the message. She was the mistress and I was the slave. I would do exactly what she wanted or suffer. My pussy spasmed when she asserted her control. My love juices started running down my thighs. I relaxed my tongue and enjoyed the sensations. I wanted to climax and it was going to happen soon. My breathing became ragged.
She backed off. Oh no, don't stop I thought. I was afraid to utter a sound.
"Getting a little hot, mother. We can't have that. It wouldn't be proper," Elinor said, "open wide." She strapped the ball deep into my mouth. "Lets try these and see whether you can come."
I felt a shooting pain in both nipples and squealed. I shook my body back and forth. I even tried to rub against her, but she stopped me. I heard bells ringing.
"Those are the nicest nipple clamps I could find. Spring loaded with strong springs and impressive teeth so they won't slip. I know you must be bored, so these will be fun for you to play with. Maybe you can get them off if you try hard. I'm going to lengthen your tether so you can have a chance to rub them on whatever you can find. It should be interesting. They have springs holding a sweet bell . You can practice your musical skills today. Bye." Sh
e left, closing the door behind her.
The pain was ghastly. They bit like angry, vicious rats into my tender nipples. I tried shaking them, but they refused to let go of me and the bells rang a cheery note to highlight my pain. I wanted to cry, but the hood inhibited tears. I sobbed with pain and lust and frustration. My loins were hot and spasming. My love juices had coated my whole leg. I was sopping wet. The floor squished. I stamped my feet I was so needy. I needed a man. I hurt. I was confused and ashamed my daughter who was my mistress would do this to me.
I shuffled over to a wall and worked my way around the cell. I searched for anything that I might use to get these hateful things off. I found nothing new. The walls were blank except for the rings. The bars were just that . Vertical steel bars set six inches apart with flat cross bars maybe two feet apart. Sturdy enough to hold an elephant, much less me. The door was just like the bars with a lock at a convenient height that was just a square piece of metal on the edge of the door.
The worst part, after the pain was that I stayed hugely aroused. Every move I made, those bells would sway and pull on my nipples. That hurt, sure, but they made me so damn hot. I had to stop and try to relax every few steps. I was not going to climax, but my loins were trembling and I would get a stabbing pain deep inside me. I think my needy body was insisting I get a man in me. I was sure that would fix my problem and I needed to try in the worst way.
I rubbed my nipples hard against the bars to no avail except to hone the pain back to razor sharpness. After both nipples were stabbing me again, I gave up on the bars. I could not thwart those damn clamps or even move them by rubbing them against the round bars.
I went back to a wall and found a ring. I examined it by feel. Some of them I could touch them with my hands by putting my back against the wall and lowering myself. They were horizontal and the circle of steel was tight against the wall. There was a narrow triangle of space between the ring and the wall on either side. It might work to arrange my nipple just above the ring and touching the wall. Then if I slid along the wall, maybe the bell would be caught in that little wedge of space . Then I could lean more to the side and have enough force to pull the clamp off the nipple. It would hurt, but would feel so good afterwards.
