by Diana Hunter
He finished the lacing, then set to tightening them down. For this part, he instructed her to hold onto the pole of the canopy bed and to hold her breath. Bit-by-bit the laces tightened and her body was confined in a steel cage beneath and a bone cage above.
When he was finished, Phillip moved her in front of the mirror so that she could see herself. Gently he pulled her hair back so she had a clear view of her collar, its D-ring centered on her neck. The corset pushed her breasts up and gave her cleavage she never thought she would have. She was pushed up so far, one could practically rest a cup on her chest! Her nipples, hidden from view by the top of the corset, were squashed flat by the pressure, which had achieved this shelf-effect with her breasts by pushing in, not only from the sides, but from the front as well.
From her newly shaped breasts, the line of her body continued downward in a graceful inward sweep to her now compressed waistline. It wasn’t any tighter than the crotch rope had been the week before, but it was infinitely more attractive. A flare at the bottom of the corset allowed for her hipbone, although even there, the contraction of her body continued. The corset stopped just above where her mound began—her denuded mound.
Her shaven pubic area now gleamed with the silver band that glimmered below the corset. If she looked hard enough, she could see the small bump at the waistline caused by the horizontal steel belt, but the lower belt shone in the sunlight streaming in from the window. She twisted this way and that, examining her new undergarments.
“Of course, my slave cannot yet go out in public in such clothing…” He was rooting around in the closet and Sarah missed the “yet” in his sentence. He came out holding a long, flowing, flowered skirt and a bright red peasant blouse. “Medieval, Victorian, the 60’s,” she laughed.
She slipped on the blouse, leaving it untied for the moment, while she tried on the skirt. It had an elastic waist, which wasn’t stretched much since her waist was cinched so tightly. He gave her a pair of sandals to wear and tied her top loosely, letting one side fall off her shoulder. She resisted the urge to pull it up. Turning her again so she could see, she had to admit she liked the look.
Because of the corset and the loose tie of her blouse, her cleavage was very apparent. Bending over was not an option for her, and she was glad. But those taller than she—and Master stood right behind her now—would have an eyeful. She glanced up at him and his grin let her know that was his intent. And with the chastity belt on, she was safe as well—not that she expected anything to happen along those lines. She was dressed as an almost slut, not completely slutty.
“Let’s go, slave.” He headed out of the room and her hand flew to her collar. Did he really mean for her to wear this out in public too? She tried to run along behind him, but the corset winded her quickly and she realized the clothing had another purpose—to keep her in her place. Fingering the collar, she met him at the door where he waited for her.
“Is there a problem, slave?” he asked.
Her hesitation lasted only a moment. “No, Sir—there is no problem.” With her head held high, she walked through the door and he grinned. Oh, yes, her spirit was coming along very nicely.
* * * * *
Their first stop was at the grocery store. She stayed put as he turned off the engine, then came around and opened her door. With the stiffness of the corset, she needed the hand he extended in order to stand up. Smiling, he tucked her hand under his arm and they walked into the market.
After a while, the corset began to feel almost comfortable—once she learned how to relax into it and stop trying to fight it. She pushed the cart as he selected the items he needed. It wasn’t until they got to the produce department that she was reminded of her purpose as his slave.
He sauntered over to the cucumbers and she dutifully followed with the cart. He had already selected several other fresh vegetables for salad, so at first she thought nothing of his ambling. But then he hefted a rather large cucumber in his hand and looked at her, appraisingly. “What?” she asked, then understood as his gaze dropped below her waist and his grin turned decidedly naughty.
“Sir!” She was shocked—surely he didn’t think she could take all of that? She glanced around to see if anyone had noticed his look and her outburst. But the department was empty except for one old man squeezing the melons and he paid them no mind.
“Well, based on that reaction,” he told her, “then this is definitely the vegetable I need.” And he placed it in the cart. Her face burned all the way to the checkout counter, sure that everyone knew what she did. Her dress covered the chastity belt, and only she could feel the slickness that had gathered there, although to her own nose, the aroma of her own sex grew strong and she was sure everyone knew.
Grateful they were leaving, she followed him out of the store and would’ve helped him with the bags, but her corset prevented her from bending down to get them out of the cart. Instead, he unlocked her door and helped her into the car, then loaded the bags into the back himself.
Their next stop was at a rather large hardware store. That wicked look was in his eye again and warily she followed him in. He went straight to the part of the store that sold chain. Critically he looked over the various weights and types of chain. “Hold out your arm,” he instructed her.
With a glance to check that no one was in the aisle, she held out her right arm. He draped a short length of chain over it from one of the many rolls on display. “No, not right.” He let that one go and tried a different one. This time he wrapped the cold steel around her wrist. She moved closer to him to shield his actions from a passing customer. “Sir,” she whispered in warning.
“Yes, my dear?” His grin was naughty and it was obvious he enjoyed her uneasiness. He shook his head. “No, this one’s not right either.” He let the chain drop and she sighed.
A few steps further down the aisle and he found the right one. “Ah, here it is. Hold out your arm again.” She did so and he draped a heavy chain over her wrist, one with large steel links. Because of the air conditioning, the metal was chilly against her skin and she flinched a bit as the weight dropped onto her outstretched arm. “Yep! This is the one.” He grinned at her and looked for someone to cut the length he would need.
A salesman procured, Phillip then made a show of trying to decide how much he needed. Finally he looked at Sarah and took her hand, pulling her forward a bit. “I need as much as six times her height. Can you use her as a guide?”
The clerk looked a little startled and Sarah’s cheeks burned red. “Yes, sir, I believe I can,” the salesclerk replied. “If you would stand here, Ma’am?”
Keeping her panic under control, Sarah stood beside the huge roll of chain. The clerk unrolled a length and held it to the top of Sarah’s head, letting it unspool until the chain reached the floor. Then he stepped on it to keep it still and pulled the next length up until it was level with her head. He repeated the process until he had a length that was six times her height.
Wound and paid for, Phillip took her hand and led her to another part of the store where he chose several clips and locks. Then off to the checkout to pay for these little purchases and they were out the door. She could barely walk, she was so horny by this time.
She had felt humiliated in the store, and yet, she had liked it. His requests were odd in the salesman’s eye, yet perfectly innocent. Like the purchase of the cucumber. Innocent to all except Sarah, who knew his mind and guessed at his intentions. She squirmed in her seat as they drove home.
She helped to carry in the bags of groceries; the chain was far too heavy for her to lift. Indeed, she saw his muscles strain a bit under the load, her heart quickening at the sight. Oh, but he was strong! And how his chest rippled under his shirt as he mounted the steps to the house.
The windows were open and a breeze blew the kitchen curtains as she put away the vegetables—even the cursed cucumber. The day was a warm one and her blouse stuck to her back a bit—the corset made her sweat a bit more than usual. Sh
e heard the chain hit the floor in the dungeon—she really should stop thinking of it as that word—he didn’t exactly torture her in there. Her thoughts turned to the cucumber she’d just put in the fridge—well, he hadn’t yet anyway.
By the time he joined her, his shirt was also sticking to his back and he peeled it off right there in the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and downed it in one long gulp. She watched, her knees getting weak at the sight of those muscles now bared.
He finished the water and turned to her with lust in his eyes. Her stomach fluttered. He advanced and pulled on the string that held her blouse up. Pushing it off her shoulders and arms, it fell to her waist. Now he turned her around and inspected the laces of her corset, giving an experimental tug on a few of them.
“Hmmm…seems to have come loose as you’ve worn it, my slave. We can’t have that, now can we?” He tugged at the laces, tightening them down. “No, these definitely aren’t tight enough.” With a single move, he pulled down her skirt and blouse together, leaving them in a pool at her feet. She gasped and out of habit, covered her mound with her hands.
He took her hands and placed them on the edge of the kitchen sink. “That’s enough of that,” he told her. “Now take a deep breath.” She did and in a quick motion, he tightened her laces tighter than they had been before. But still they were not tight enough to suit him. He slapped her bare bottom—hard. She gasped and he pulled again. Tying them off, he turned her around.
She teetered a moment, practically unable to breathe. The corset was tightly laced around her waist and she couldn’t get in a deep breath at all. He steadied her, running his hands along her corset, feeling her new figure. “Yes,” he murmured into her ear, “I like this sort of bondage, don’t you?” He bent down and ran his tongue over the tops of her breasts, rounded from the corset’s forcing. She put her arms around his shoulders to steady herself, afraid she would fall.
He put one arm around her waist to steady her, letting his other hand dip down to run along her chastity belt. He felt the wetness and was satisfied. She was ready to come, but the belt prevented it. And would continue to prevent it, until he wanted her to come. Her body was his to play with; she would come when he allowed and not one moment sooner.
Hooking his finger through the ring in her collar, Phillip led her into the dungeon. His lust mirrored in her eyes, her need growing ever stronger; she followed willingly. Once inside, he positioned her before the tall cage and stepped behind her. Taking a leather belt from the table, he instructed her to put her hands behind her back, palm to palm.
She did so and he fastened them together with the short belt. A second belt went below her elbows, pulling them together almost until they touched. A third belt above her elbows completed the binding of her arms.
Now Phillip turned her body to face him. With a twist of the key, her chastity belt came free and she willingly spread her legs so he could remove it. But that was not what he had in mind. Gently he lowered the bar between her legs and checked—there was no chafing, her constant state of arousal had seen to that. Letting the bottom section hang loose, he went back to the table and selected two small vibrators. Kneeling again before her, he slipped one into her pussy.
Sarah tried to push her hips forward to give him better access, her body craving his touch, but he only put his hand on her stomach and held her still. He pulled the vibrator from her pussy and trailed it up and down along her passage a few times as he built the tension inside her. But instead of letting her come, he brought the vibrator back along her crack and slipped it inside her ass. She moaned and bent over further and Phillip grinned to see the effect his playing caused.
Taking up the second vibrator, he turned the dial to high and did the same thing. First a plunge into her pussy to get it wet, then trailing it along between her lips and over her clit. Over and over her clit. She couldn’t breathe. If she’d had breath enough, she would’ve begged for release, but speech was beyond her now. With a quick motion, he plunged the vibrator deep into her pussy, then brought up the lower part of the chastity belt, fastening it and locking it in place once more.
Now she did have her voice and she cried out in protest. The twin vibrators pushed her to the edge, but the belt prevented her from reaching an orgasm. Her knees gave out and he guided her to the floor. With more leather straps, he bound her ankles, then her knees. As a final touch, he pulled her feet toward her bound hands, tying them all together in a hogtie. There was only one thing missing.
He knelt down beside her as she writhed on the floor. “Slave,” he said softly. “You must trust me. Do you?”
She nodded—she was already beginning to float.
Deftly he placed a medium-sized ball gag into her mouth, fastening it behind her head. She flailed her head about, trying to dislodge it, but it wouldn’t budge. She was totally helpless. The vibrators had invaded her pussy and ass, the gag invaded her mouth. The belt prevented her from coming and she moaned loudly.
He now made himself comfortable on the floor, watching her squirm. He had grown very hard when he put the gag in her, knowing she was now entirely his. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock, rubbing his hand over its velvety softness. She saw him, hard and ready and wanted to shout to him, ‘Take me—get me out of this mess and take me hard!’ But she was gagged and helpless. She was not her own person any more, she was his slave. He wanted her bound like this, wanted her gagged. Her moans turned to whimpers as her need continued to taunt her.
“Do you want this, slave?” he asked softly, holding up his cock for her to see. Pre-come hung at the very tip and she wanted nothing more than to lick it off. She nodded. Yes, she wanted him desperately.
He stood and stripped, pulling a chair over in front of her. Reaching down, he pulled her up so she was balanced on her knees. Taking out the ball gag, he bent his head down to hers. “Tell me, my slave. Tell me what it is you want. Beg me for it.”
She was almost in tears. He had humiliated her in the store then bound her tighter than she’d ever been bound, gagged her and now wanted her further reduced. “Beg me,” he repeated.
Humiliated and aroused, she let go of her pride. “Please, Sir, oh, please. Let me suck your cock—let me please you.” The pleading need was evident in her tone and in the desperation that filled her eyes.
“And is that what you really want, slave?” His hand was on her head, holding her up as his eyes held hers.
“I want to come, Sir—I want to come and I want to please you!” The tears trickled down her face at her own dilemma; torn between the desire to please and the desire to be pleased.
He smiled. “Then please me, slave, so that I might please you.” He guided her head to his cock and she opened her mouth, taking him in eagerly. Never had her passion been as great as it was now. She sucked him hard, wanting more than anything to feel him explode in her mouth. Her chest was bound so tightly, she could not get a deep breath, so she sucked his cock with her mouth while grabbing short breaths as often as she could.
At first, she gazed only on his cock, concentrating. But then she chanced to glance up and saw him watching her—his slave, servicing him. She could not look away and sucked him all the harder as the vibrators buzzed inside her. For the first time, she saw his climax come rather than just feel it. She saw it in his eyes, locked on hers as her mouth covered him. But then his eyes lost focus, closing as he groaned and his body convulsed.
The warm, sticky liquid streamed down her throat and still she continued to suck him, lick him—want him. She held him inside her mouth, swallowing his come as his body shook and she kissed his shaft as it grew soft, still licking along it, her need pushing her on. Finally, he sighed and relaxed, his eyes meeting hers again; except that where she had expected to see satisfaction and contentment, she saw he still smoldered. He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her aside, laying her down on the floor again. Was he done with his toy?
Bending, he replaced her gag, then left the room w
ithout a word. She screamed in protest. He promised! Again she wriggled on the floor, this time trying to get free. How long he was gone, she had no idea; her body was turned away from the door and she did not see his return until she felt his hands on her body. And so she did not see what he held in his hand.
He first unlashed her feet from her hands, letting them straighten. Still bound tightly together, she could not spread them for him; could not give him the access she wanted him to have. For a moment, he simply caressed her body, wiping away the drool that had dripped down her chin, running his hands along her.
She whimpered at his examination of her. He was toying with her, she understood that. And she was his to play with—that’s what being his slave meant. But her body cried out for release. There was no denying that the gag had excited her; he had taken away the ability for her to spit it out and use a safe-word. Even though the drool embarrassed her and made her feel dependent, the total lack of control caused waves of arousal to course through her.
“I like you like this, slave,” he told her. “Helpless. Unable to talk to me, unable to move…unable to come.” His hand continued to caress her. “My pet. To do my will; to come on my command.” He brushed a stray hair out of her face. “You can’t come at the moment, because I have not given you permission, you know that, don’t you?”
She didn’t know any such thing. What did he mean? She couldn’t come because she couldn’t get the friction she needed.
“It’s true. You have given yourself to me, submitted your will to mine, even if your conscious mind has not yet admitted it. Would you like proof?”
She nodded—and thought maybe he was thinking a little too highly of himself. Her submission was strictly voluntary. He got only as much as she was willing to give.
“You feel you cannot come, but in truth, you have not come because I have not given you permission. You are a good slave, and you wait for me to allow it. I can prove it.” He held her eyes, his hands no longer touching her. “Come, slave. Come for me now.”
