Heads or Tails.
Here is a revised Story I wrote for all to enjoy several years ago.
Heads or Tails - revised 2026
LatexHer 72M Dom
My story begins in November 2015.
I was a successful reporter working for a large national news network. I was at the time, 26, five foot five, a blue-eyed, blonde, about 130 pounds soaking wet, with a knock-out build. I worked out three times per week to keep my 33C, 27, 38 figure looking great behind the cameras. Yes, I admit I am a bit of a tease, but you must understand that it is difficult for a professional girl like me to find the time to date. Oh, don’t feel bad for me – I get plenty of looks, comments, and even a compliment from the people I work with, but I would say, “The vines which hold Mr. Right for me are mighty bare”! Amongst the many compliments I get from guys, and even from a girl now and then, there are mostly catcalls. A woman of my age is well aware of the dudes who just wish to jump on for a ride – not on this woman!
It has been two years since I worked! Today, my life is considerably different from then; today, I am a marked, closely controlled, happy, well-trained woman who serves as a SEX SLAVE! Yes, I am a slave, not as many may imagine, though – bruised, battered, even beaten, a lowly hole only made to be used by men or women for their sick and perverted pleasures! Nope – I am a well-trained, confident woman whose body and mind have been molded to become one!
As a child and adolescent, I grew up without many things most kids take for granted! My father passed away when I was only 12, and my stepmother died just after I graduated from college. I have no living family. After college, I spent most of my time working to get to where I was – in the rat race and dog-eat-dog world of TV Reporters! Funny, isn't it – a young, attractive woman with a killer figure working her ass off to get somewhere, meanwhile joining the others, stepping on toes, and even faces to become a top dog! The Station I worked at was not a bad place – it was the people, including myself, that made life harsh, miserable, and trying! F()CK @ $#&^@ I hated some people there! I hated the cameramen for fanning up at my ample tits, or dropping down during my reporting to show my ass, legs, and for not keeping their focus on my face, microphone, and gestures! I hated the fricken cattiness from that BAITCH who was in charge of the Weather at the 10 o’clock! She continually rubbed my nose in it that she was happily married to a well-to-do real-estate investor and that this job was only a hobby for her! Her $300 dollar shoes, $1000 dollar dresses, and especially her $20,000 dollar wedding ring! I will grant her this – she was not bad for a woman in her early 40s. Nice body, impeccable blonde hair, firm-looking tits, and most likely a recent face job! I always thought that that pussy must suck, lick, and lubricate the dude's tool when he finally gets to have some for all the money she spent! She continually bragged about “not giving him any for weeks or even months at a time – just because she wanted him to know WHAT IS BOSS in their house! With her personal trainer, her Mercedes, and her 6 weeks paid vacations the station provided her, guess they thought she was just that good of a meteorologist!! BAITCH ^$%)%^!
We all met her current husband at the Christmas Party last year. He seemed to be a nice, compassionate, soft-spoken, gentile man around 55, with graying dark hair. The family of employees at the station could not believe just how she treated him. She ignored him and danced with the station's CEO, the director of production, and others. I had a chance to chat with her husband for about ½ hour that day. We joked and laughed at his wife’s escapades and spending habits. Don, her husband, spoke of their individual separate vacations to the Caribbean, Spain, Europe, and the Far East. He actually confided in me after a few drinks that he was glad when she left! Viva Las Vegas!
Well, that is all you need to know for now – I may explain later!
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My head hurt, my entire body felt sore as I awoke. There were awful and unknown sounds emanating all around me. Women sobbing, yelling, screaming! It was pitch black – there was no light, only those awful sounds! As my mind cleared, I felt that I was in some sort of cage, or even a coffin, but I felt warm air circulating; I felt a breeze. I had no recollection of where I was, what this place was, or who I was locked inside this dark room with! I moved my arms, and was able to only slightly raise them by moving my shoulders up! I WAS NUDE, my bare breasts were pushed between some bars – it was then I realized that I was standing upright in a very tight cage! I, too, began to yell, attempting to draw some attention from the others also trapped here! I was able to determine that at least 5 other women were here with me in the man-made hell! I screamed at them to stop their crying and yelling, so we could talk and learn and determine what had happened to us.
There was Beth, a waitress, 18, just out of high school. Amanda,23, an airline flight attendant, Susan, 34, a clinical nurse, Alisha, 29, a business banker, and an unknown woman who only seemed to be able to make muted sounds. All of us had some sort of bag over our heads, and were in similar cages as mine! None of us could remember what had happened to land us here in this place, how long we may have been here, or what was to happen to all of us. Could we be at the mercy of some serial killer just waiting for his time to end our lives in some grotesque or gruesome way? We knew from the smell that we had been here for some hours, as most of us had either defecated or pissed ourselves while in our cage! All of our legs hurt terribly. As a reporter who is used to wearing heels all day, I guessed by my painful legs that I had been in the cage for hours!
SILENCE, a deep male voice commanded! We were now wet and cold, and listened carefully to his next words! “Ladies,” He said, “You have been brought here to us. Here you will be for months or longer while undergoing rehabilitation for your next job! I hold in my hand a cattle prod. You are in a steel cage container and wet! The prod gives off 75,000 volts, and if I need to use it, it will not only be extremely painful but will incapacitate you for several minutes! It is up to you if I am forced to use this! In a few minutes, porters will come and individually take you to our central in-processing, where you will be logged into our system. There, your permanent control collars will be placed around your necks. The collars will take the place of these Prods, but generally will do the same job – only better! At the processing station, your hoods will be removed, only to be replaced with more conforming hoods! Please do not speak, or attempt an escape! You are in a more secure place than a federal prison. You will remain under constant video and audio surveillance. Any attempt to escape, injure an instructor, or another woman will be met with extreme punishments! I am certain that you are cold, thirsty, and hungry with many questions. I will tell you this – the food is good, you will soon be warm, and your questions will be answered!”
With that, our time began. The next step we endured was the moving of our cages to this unknown place they called Central In-Processing! I heard the porters coming to get us. I would not be first!
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I guess I waited for my inevitable turn to come, maybe another half-hour, wet, cold, and hungry. I heard someone say, " Let’s take this one next, as the cage I was in was moved. I felt myself being lifted and then placed upon something which must have been a transporting device! One of the men squeezed my left nipple, drawing a yelp out of my mouth! Next, I felt myself being led through the halls. Moans were emanating from places as we passed, which I assumed had to be some sort of cells or rooms. They transported me for what seemed at least 15 min; left, then right, down one hall, and then another. Finally, we stopped, and I heard an elevator stop and its doors open. I felt myself being pushed inside, only to hear the doors shut! One of the men then reached in and began to part my tender pussy lips with his fingers as he painfully pinched my left breast again! I yelled at the top of my voice in protest - but he kept right on playing - teasing, tormenting my most tender flesh! I can’t remember how long the elevator descended, but I was happy that finally, it had stopped! The men then pushed my cage down more halls and into some room in which I heard a female’s voice saying, “Ahh, you have brought me #5788!
I wondered for an instant what she meant by #5788? Was #5788 the number on my cage? Oh God, I thought – what if I was #5788? Had these maniacs kidnapped almost 6,000 prior women? What are they going to do to me? Am I going to be killed, tortured, or disposed of? My thoughts faded into more tears as I thought about why they were doing this to me – to us? Surely the police, the FBI, and others are out searching for me and the others by now! My station would have reported me missing – of that I was certain! God – how much longer will I be here? This cannot be happening; it must be a bad dream!
The woman indicated to the men that it was time to take me out of the prison cell I had been in for so long. I contemplated an escape when they opened the cell, but recalled the first man warning us about the cattle prods! My time shall come – I convinced myself! It will come!
I was abruptly removed from the cage. My arms felt limp as well as my legs; I had little energy or feeling in them. The men easily pulled me from my prison and quickly placed a mono-glove on my arms, effectively pinning them back painfully! The men placed both of my feet into restraints as I fought them with what little strength I had left! I lost the battle! The woman’s voice said, “Remove the bag, and gag her,” which they did with no trouble! Still blinded by the light, I winced as some large object was thrust into my mouth! As a mature woman, I know what a penis feels like, but this gag was larger than any penis I had ever sucked on! Quickly, they bucked the thing in my mouth, as I attempted to resist this humiliation! My screams and garbled protests were not heard! As my torments continued, I was able to look around and assess my situation. The men wore hospital-type orderly attire; the woman, on the other hand, had on a shiny, black catsuit, which I thought must be vinyl, from its gleam under the bright lights! She appeared to be about 40, with a nice body, accented by a very tight leather corset! Her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders made a pretty picture. She walked over to where I was being held and looked deeply into my eyes. “This one is going to be a favorite,” she said! As I looked at her with disgust and growing anger, she grasped both of my nipples, giving them a painful twist! I bit into the large penis gag in pain as she continued to pull and twist! “I cannot wait to see this one broken,” she said, abruptly slapping my face! The bitch then said,” slave# 5788 – never look into my eyes again, or I will, for my pleasure, provide you with more pain than you have ever felt!”
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“Slave #5788 – I must now advise you that these are not ordinary steel collars! These are made of a high-strength titanium alloy, which is next to impossible to cut, but that is not all! You see, dear, the collar has other features which you slaves will appreciate in time! The collar has a lifelong battery which is charged by your own body heat. The electronics have been programmed into all your girls’ collars! Just as the others, your collar can be controlled remotely – even by smartphones, computers, and satellites! There is no place on this Earth where your collar will not function as designed! Only I here have the program, so from time to time, you will return to me for additional programming, obedience training, discipline, and pleasures! Just as the others, your collar includes features like a Silent gag, a microphone, heart and pulse monitors, several painful shock settings, a GPS monitor, and in severe cases, a small injector device that should only be used should you somehow attempt an escape! All collars are Bluetooth-controlled, so additional devices can easily be linked to them as pleasure or pain devices, even in our high-tech clothing. Now, my little favorite, these boys will take you to your temporary cell, where you shall await further processing.”! The two big men grabbed me by the mono-glove, held me tight, and attached a dog leash to the collar. Come along one said as they led me away down yet another corridor to where I saw many doors, cells, and more women! I could hear sobbing, crying, but no words were spoken!
My apprehension grew along with the flow of my tears, as I now acknowledged my fate and the fate of the other 5! Who were these people? How could they get away with this? Why have these demons not been caught and imprisoned? As a reporter, I had countless thoughts of how I would personally love to break this story and see these bastards in prison! Could this collar I am now forced to wear have all the features the bitch in black claimed it had? Certainly, NOT I thought, they are just attempting to scare us into submission, but not me! I am an intelligent woman working at a major TV station. I will be missed, and I will be rescued!
Page 4 The cell they took me to had no doors, only some short chains attached firmly to the walls and one hanging from the ceiling! The goons removed my leash but quickly connected my collar to the short chains from the walls. Still gagged with that large dildo, now hurting my jaw, and lodged in my mouth, I could not protest much! I soon realized what the other chain hanging from the ceiling was for! The men took that chain, forcing me to bend forward and adjusting the wall chains to impede any side-to-side movement! Bent at the waist fully forward at a 60-degree angle down, they then took two additional chains and re-secured my ankles far apart. In this position, I was fully exposed from the rear, my now spread pussy and little asshole open for all to see! The one brute took another smaller linked chain and attached it to the front of my collar. He ran that chain down between my legs, spreading and deeply separating my pussy lips and ass cheeks, quickly attaching it to the chain from the ceiling! It was not long before one of these big brutes took a strap off the wall and decided to give me a hard and very painful strapping! In the secured position, I could only stand, being held firmly bent over by the mono-glove and pussy chain, while firmly chained into position! As the blows continued, I screamed and screamed as it seemed it would never end! My knees began to buckle, putting painful pressure on my poor, tender pussy lips! In all my years, I had never been brutalized and spanked like this! Oh, there were times when a lover wanted to play and gave me a swat or two, much of which I enjoyed as it got my juices flowing – but not like this!
After the men stopped, I was able to regain some of my composure. One of them said, “Look at this little whore, her ass is black and blue, yet her pussy chain is dripping”! Think they would mind if we had a little fun with this whore? “Nah,” the other said as he removed the chain from my little pussy and ass. An evil grin was on the one brute's face as he walked around me. I had never been raped before, but had been at many scenes where women were so brutalized - I now knew how these poor women must have felt as the one slid his penis into my pussy from behind! Still chained, gagged, and unable to move – this asshole pounded my aching pussy like a college football player getting his first piece of cheerleader ass! I have always enjoyed sex and played with myself from an early age. I have never had to have a lover use a lubricated condom. I can’t help it that my pussy loves sex! As this brute had his way with my pussy the other one stood in front of me, exposing a growing hard-on! I could smell his stinking organ as he pointed it at my face. For once, I was glad that this penis gag kept me from his dreaded, dirty, and smelly organ. I knew that this other brute would have me next, and again the tears came! It seemed that an hour passed by as I was raped by these two, but thankfully, they only lasted a few minutes each! Guess there is salvation somewhere! After they were done, the first one took a garden hose and shoved it into my open pussy, while the other turned on the water. The water was so cold that my knees again buckled and I almost fainted from the shock! They flushed me out, and thankfully, they took towels and dried me off! I swore then that once I got out of here, or was rescued, I would see these two in prison for the rest of their pitiful lives! They both left!
They left me in that horrible position for the next hour or so! Saliva was now flowing freely from the gag, my stomach was growling, I needed to use the toilet, and my ass still hurt from the spanking! I heard them return only to unchain me, stand me upright, attach a leash again to my collar, and lead me off to where I did not know! This time, I was able to see and pay attention to where they were taking me. Back we went to the elevator, and I noticed that we were on subfloor 3. We went into the elevator, and I saw that there were 7 other subfloors, making ten in all! Even after all the pain and brutalization, I was still a reporter! The brutes pressed button 4, and as the doors closed, we descended another floor down!
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As the doors opened, I could smell alcohol in the air, not the kind you drink, but rather the type used at a hospital! There were brightly lit rooms, some holding benches as we walked by. The room we stopped at had a large hospital-style light attached to the ceiling and an exam table already set up for a woman! The table had holders like none I had ever seen before during my yearly exams. The table had a place to put the knees and legs of the woman, had a head restraint, and various other restraint straps! Within a few moments, the brutes had me out of the mono-glove and mounted firmly to this table! My legs were strapped up in the holders, my head was firmly seated in the head restraint, a strap going over my forehead keeping me in place, the penis gag had thankfully been removed, but an ominous-looking mask hung nearby! A large leather strap resembling a bra with no cups was tightly adjusted over my breasts, and another wide strap went over my lower stomach and hips! Before they left, they turned on the overhead light and said, “Enjoy yourself, we will be back for you later, #5788”! Here I was lying on this table, helpless, mad, and afraid of what was in my near future! I could at least speak to the doctor and voice the fact that I had just been raped and spanked, maybe he or she would listen to reason? A man in a white coat walked into the room. He identified himself as Doctor Collins. He stated he was there to examine my female parts and take samples, measurements, and continue with my transformation. In tears, I told him what had happened to me, looking for some degree of compassion. Without an answer to my questions, he said ‘#5788 it is time to begin.” He took the ominous-looking mask and brought it up to my face, “open,” he said! I had no choice but to comply! Again, a large, rubber penis was pushed into my mouth and back throat - I began to gag. Quickly, I felt it tighten, leaving me again in the dark and not knowing what was to happen! I felt my legs being forced W I D E apart, almost dislocating my hip, but could only kick my feet slightly in protest. My hands had previously been placed in what the brutes said was a pneumatic restraint, leaving them useless and imprisoned!
The Doctor began to speak – “Number 5788, I am about to give you a full exam of your sex organ, anus, breasts, and later throat and mouth. The gag mask is necessary since all of you new slaves scream, cry, or protest too much, distracting me from my work! This exam will take about two hours, including your modifications”! With that, my mind flashed, two hours, I thought, most of these even thorough ones only take about 20 min. Then I recalled - he said further modifications? What?
The doctor looked at my pussy, feeling my lips and probing my hole with his rubber-covered finger. He pushed my clitoral hood up a little and played with my clit, which caused me to attempt to close my legs. My legs were held firmly in place, I could see nothing, and could only grunt into the gag! He flicked my clit and played with it a little, having his fun with me. Men are such animals, I thought. This guy was probably some perverted doctor who lost his license long ago! The speculum was cold as it was pushed deep into me. I could not believe that these perverts still used steel ones! My bottom still ached from the spanking I had suffered, and now I was open for his pleasure, wide open and displayed! As a woman, then only 26, I had been to the OB/GYN since I was 15, all were gentle and professional exams – this was not! Spread painfully wide, restrained and gagged with cold steel in my sore pussy was not my idea of fun! The Doctor said, “It looks as if you recently had some fun with the boy’s girly. I hope they were not too harsh on you, as I too need to do some tasks unfamiliar to you”. With that, I felt the probe touch my cervix, sending a shot of pain into my belly! I still could not figure out why I had to be spread so wide, but I would soon know the reason why!
Page 6 The Doctor began by forcing some cold steel frame between my legs, then quickly took clamps and hooked them up to points on my outer labia. Once adjusted, they were held in place by the frame, and my legs were pulled even wider apart and open! I bit hard into the penis gag as the embarrassment, pain, and humiliation took hold of my mind! I felt penis-shaped plugs being inserted one by one into my wide-open pussy. They were small, then average compared to most men, but soon became huge, long, and painful! The doctor explained that I was being measured and he would help me adjust. I felt a strange object placed over my clitoris, the object seemed to have some suction holding it in place! The vibration came as a shock and surprise! Slowly, I felt myself fighting what I attempted to evade, the intense pleasure forced upon my clit was beginning to drive me toward a climax – spread wide and plugged with a huge dildo! Without hesitation, a well-lubed probe or dildo was thrust into my ass! This Doctor was the biggest pervert I had ever heard of. As I adjusted to the pain of the invader, the intense pleasure in my clit again drove me towards a much-needed climax! Just as I was getting into the mixture of intense pleasure, humiliation, and pain, ever growing in my wet pussy, the bastard grabbed each of my breasts and placed harsh clamps on both of my nipples! I wanted to cum so badly, I was taken in by what this guy was doing to me! My nipples now ached, my spread pussy was plugged with a huge dildo, and a probe was in my ass, with a vibrator held firmly to my sensitive little engorged clit! In all my life, I had never felt such intense pleasure. I had heard about women having an endorphin rush, granting them the ability to suffer intense pain while experiencing intense pleasures, but this was new to me! I actually felt a little dirty and ashamed while he continued.
As my hips began to sway, my back arched up further, pushing against the straps that held me down, the climax that my body longed for was drawing even closer! I was sucking on the penis gag in my mouth as if it were a new lover's hard cock waiting to explode his load into my waiting throat! It must have been obvious to this man that in front of him was a woman, enslaved by straps, and her own body’s desires now peaking at the brink of a climax! As I was pushed over the edge by the vibrator and torments, my body began to shudder, and I began my climax! I screamed, bit the gag, pushed and pulled hard on the leather, the mask, and the restraints. I uncontrollably tensed my whole body, the probe in my ass sent shocks of pain through my lower half, intensifying the orgasm even further! I bucked and swayed as if I was being torn apart with pleasure! My heart felt as if it would explode in my chest as the nipple clamps bounced here and there, pulling, tugging at my sore nipples! The pain with pleasure was so intense and complete, I continued to cum a dozen times or more, pissing myself in the process!
Seeing me in this condition, this man caused me to endure, and as my climaxes subsided, the doctor began to remove the clamps on my nipples, causing me to squeak in pain! Next came the plug in my ass, and the clamps and steel frame holding them to my pussy! The vibrator has stopped, but was left in place! The Doctor began to speak, “Slave 5788, out of the hundreds of women I have examined and used these devices on, none expressed such a deep-rooted need for pleasure and pain as you! You will be a favorite and most definitely bring a high premium at your sale! All of the slaves are recorded when in here with me, girl, your video itself will make many a man happy! But now it is time for the second half of your time with me”! I was shocked at my own body's response to such torture. I had never thought about sexual torture, although I had heard and read of studies done on women who had fantasies of rape, sexual torture, confinement, submission, and other intense fantasies! I now knew more about myself at 26 than many women know about their bodies in all their lives! Was I such a closet slut that I craved this kind of treatment? When I escape or am rescued, will I still crave sexual torments, pain, and humiliation?
Page 7 I thought - Oh God, the therapy I will need after this is over, maybe years on a couch discussing this experience and my fantasies, wants, and desires with a competent therapist. What are these people doing to me – and what about the others? The doctor did say he had done this to hundreds of women! Am I such an immoral slut that craves more?
As I recovered from the very best climax I had ever had in my life, I remained strapped down tightly to the table. The penis gag, which I had bitten and sucked on during my torments, was now full of saliva, which was dribbling all down my face inside the mask and down the sides of my neck. I was wet all over, partially from sweat, the piss between my legs, and from the juices running from my pussy! I felt relaxed, at peace, still mad, but content, just as if I had had a good fuck in bed! I heard noises as the doctor put on new rubber gloves. Someone announced at the door that the tray was ready – what tray, I thought. The Doctor said, “Slave 5788 – we will now continue your preparation. Afterwards, you will be cleaned, bathed, and fed. You will be measured for your custom clothing, which will be ready in a day or two! After your measurements are laser taken, you will be taken to your new space where you will be reunited with the other 5 who arrived with you! One of the women is extremely reluctant to obey our rules, and she will be brought to your room later for further punishment! Poor bitch I thought – she will have a rough night, I am sure. She should have come here to enjoy a climax – best one ever! The doctor said, “Slave 5788, I must now proceed with your transformation and marking”. I heard some steel tools hit the tray or being moved around. Suddenly, a clamp was placed on my right nipple; the pain was awful. Next came one on my left nipple, still hard from my climax! The next second, I felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot from my right nipple, and one minute later from my left! Again, I screamed my protests and pain into the penis gag, but only grunts came out! I felt the two needles individually pushed out by what I knew was a ring. I had now been pierced! I had been with my girls to places where they did such things, but never imagined I too would have these one day! I became more concerned when the doctor went between my wide-opened legs and pussy! I instantly knew what was coming! I was to be pieced again! The clamp was cold and caused me great discomfort and pain as it was applied to my clitoral hood, but that was not enough, or even over. One by one, four more clamps were then applied to my outer pussy lips, and all I could do was to wait for the pain! I recall clearly the feeling as one by one the needles penetrated my tender woman's flesh. I remember the smell of the alcohol and the burning when the rings were pushed in and through! I could only imagine what 5 rings in my pussy looked like. How would my nipples ever feel the soft touch of a man sucking on them again? I was worn out from all the climaxes, the pain of the piercings was incredible, but now over! As I lay exhausted from both pain and pleasure, I heard another woman being brought to the doctor. The same two men’s voices were familiar as one said, “Got another one for you, Doc, the last of the four today”! I could hear a woman attempting to speak, but knew she, too, was cruelly gagged. Within a few moments, my mask and gag were swung aside, the restraints loosened, and I was told to stand. My knees were weak as I could see the rings through my nipples and looked down only to see the one in my clit hood! One man grabbed me, firmly attaching a leash while the other brought the next girl out into the light! It was Beth, the 18-year-old, showing terror in her eyes as she recognized me. She stared at the room, the straps, and at my jewelry now embedded in my flesh! I attempted to give her encouragement, but a shooting pain coming from the collar I wore instantly stopped me from speaking! Beth struggled wildly as the man began to strap her to the table. One of the two brutes said, “Doc, here is 5789.” I was told by the doctor that my collar had been set to silence, and it would give me painful corrections if I chose to disobey! As I was taken away, I looked back at Beth, as the mask with my bite marks, saliva, and sweat was being fitted to her face and head!
Page 8 I felt some compassion for such a lovely young woman about to embrace terror and pleasures not explored by many! Again, I was led naked through the halls to another large room smelling much of new vinyl, latex rubber, solvents, and glue! My nipples throbbed, my pussy ached, but I was alive, hurt but unharmed physically. Mentally, I fear it would take years to overcome or even to talk about this day!
The room smelled like none I had ever been in. “Welcome, Slave 5788,” a woman wearing a red rubber catsuit said as the men brought me in. Please be seated while I get the room ready for you! I was allowed to sit down slowly, feeling the lower rings push into my pussy flesh, causing some manageable pain and discomfort! I knew not what awaited me, only that many others had endured this before me! “Ready,” I was asked, almost as if I had a choice. In the room, I saw a bar hanging from the ceiling, ankle boots with extreme heels lay nearby, along with heavy springs like the ones on a garage door! I was told to put on the boots first. These boots are lined with rubber, which will hold your feet firmly in place. I had never worn such boots; the heels were at least 8 full inches high with no platform! In my seated position on the cold concrete floor, I knew I could never stand in them. Next, the bar was lowered down to where I sat as I laced on the boots. The woman then instructed me to place my hands into the mitts attached to the bar. As I complied, the mitts inflated, locking both my hands tightly in place. She asked me a question, but I did not answer, fearing the collar's shock! She must have realized that my collar was set to silence and used her hand-held device to turn it off! “Slave 5788, you will now undergo measurements which will determine your outfits and clothing sizes for an exact custom fit. You will be winched up by the chain and bar to a height acceptable to me. I will then attach these springs to your boots, place a black rubber blindfold over your eyes, and then winch you up. You will be held tightly in a stretched position, your legs will be together, and this should not be too uncomfortable for a short while. You may speak and inform me of any pain or unbearable discomfort - but bear in mind I will not put up with any annoyances! I was lifted high into the air about two feet off the ground. I felt my body stretch as I was lifted! The springs that had been attached to each boot kept me almost motionless, just hanging there! I heard the woman walk behind me and gently touch my naked butt, then walk around the front and fondle my nipple rings on my breasts. I began to beg – “Please, oh Please don’t hurt me” as she placed a finger in my pussy, pulling on my pussy rings.
She said, “I have no intention to hurt you this time, Slave 5788. I have already had some fun with Slave #5786, who arrived with the rest of you girls last week. You see, slave – all of you ladies were kept under anesthesia for several days while the implant in your neck bones healed! It was then that I realized that the others and I had been here much longer than I suspected. I moved my head and neck just to see what she was talking about, but I could feel nothing! “Oh,” she said, “maybe I should not have divulged that information, since I did, I shall tell you just a little more”! You see, Slave 5788, each of the many women who are trained here is implanted with a microchip. The chip is placed by the Doctor deep into a tiny drilled passage in your upper neck bone. It heals almost overnight and is just covered by a small bandage! The system we use here works with tracking systems everywhere on Earth. Whenever one of our girls walks through a detector, the computers know within seconds who she is, her slave I.D. number, her owner's name, and of course her exact GPS position! Not meaning to scare you, but should it ever become necessary to instantly stop any of the girls in their tracks, the chip will be told to fire! Should this happen, the poor thing will become a living doll as her brain will short out or worse! At that very moment, all of my thoughts of any eventual escape or even release sank away, much as a ship sinking into the depths of the sea! My head hung low, and again tears filled my eyes under the rubber blindfold!
Page 9 A short moment later, I was told that the measurement process would begin. I quietly sobbed, hanging in my chains as the lasers began to crisscross and measure! My hands began to ache after about 10 min, and I meekly asked if I could be let down for just a little. The red-clad women slowly let me down, but just low enough for me to have to support my weight on those super high heels! After allowing me a very short rest, she adjusted the springs wide, again raising me until the springs placed heavy tension on my legs – spreading me wide! Again, the machine started its process – but this time measuring the area around my crotch and ass – Then the noises stopped! I felt her presence next to me, but could not see anything. I suddenly jerked, hanging in the springs as I felt a finger touch my wide-open pussy! The red rubber-clad woman used a small step stool to reach my head and removed the rubber blindfold, allowing me to see. “Slave 5788, I could not help but become aroused by your body as you hung there helpless before me”, she said. “Since you are due for some sustenance directly before being put to bed tonight, and I enjoyed your company, obedience, and even your tears, I have decided to have a little fun with you”! As I looked on helplessly, she brought over a tool which, as a woman, I was already quite familiar with – a rabbit vibrator! But this beast was unlike any vibrator I had ever seen. It was at least 9 inches long and was huge in circumference, unlike the battery unit I had used for years to achieve many an orgasm; this monster was controlled by a small hand-held computer! The red rubber-clad woman lowered me down slightly, wrapped some strap device which resembled a garter belt around my waist, and adjusted it. She then attached the monstrous tool to the belt and began to insert it into my newly ringed pussy! I pleaded with her to stop, but she would not! She gently began to slide this huge dildo deep into me, causing me more pain coming from the rings! As her invader was pushed in further, the rabbit ears touch my clit and ring above! She adjusted the belt holding the tool further, taking a rubber strap attached to the monster and attaching this small, thin rubber band strap to my clitoral ring, drawing my protests! As I wriggled in my restraints and was screaming for her to stop, she spoke. “You - slave 5788, must learn that I, Red Sonja, own your ass! You will, in time, learn to both fear and love me for what I am! For now, my little slave slavegirl, I will give you pleasure just because I can, but soon you will feel the sting of my whip, and the power I will hold over you.”! She turned on the vibrator! I soon began to feel the thing vibrating inside me and those damned rabbit’s ears doing things to my fast-engorging clit! As I was still complaining about the treatment, she hoisted me even higher, which felt as if I was on a rack being pulled apart!
Red Sonja, as the rubber-clad woman called herself, walked around my back and began to shove another dildo into my back hole. As I screamed, she reactivated my shock collar, which instantly forced me to scream even louder! Within a second, I quickly realized what she had done and calmed myself down! The break in my screaming and pleading allowed the now very active vibrator to slide even further into me, sending shades of pleasure to my brain as my pussy and asshole were being assaulted! In the back of my mind, I knew what this woman was doing to me – she would control the pleasure building in my pussy, knowing full well that when my inevitable climax came, the collar would come to life with extremely painful shocks!
As I hung, stretched, tormented, humiliated by my position, with that huge vibrator deep inside me and her pushing a dildo into my now wanting asshole – I could no longer control my pleasure and exploded into a huge climax! As it came, I screamed, knowing that the collar's pain would also break me down, sending me further into the sexual depravity these people had waiting for me! Sometime during my tortured climax, I blissfully passed out!
Page 10 When I regained my consciousness, Red Sonja unbelted the harness, and the monstrous tool which had caused me so much pleasure fell out, dropping to the floor! I don’t recall what happened during my climax, all I do remember is feeling drained with my asshole still on fire! The woman in red put her rubber-covered fingers in my wet, dripping pussy and just laughed! I was quickly let down and unchained from the springs and bar. Two big goons stood nearby, both chuckling a bit to themselves, having witnessed my torment! I heard Red tell them to take me to the dining facility for food and drink. I was for the first time provided with something to wear over my nakedness. The men gave me a semi-transparent rubber tunic to put over my head and arms to wear to the dining facility, then cuffed my wrists behind me. The tunic felt strange with my erect pierced nipples rubbing on the slick rubber. I was once again led by a leash down the halls to the elevator!
The goons pressed the button to sub-level #7. As the elevator came to rest and the doors opened, I heard almost no female voices emanate from the room down the short hall! Before we arrived at the dining room, we stopped at a small room. One of the men went inside and returned with a thing of horror, which I had only seen in monster films! It was a thick rubber helmet with various tubes coming from the mouth and nose! I began to shudder at the thought of being forced into this thing! A quick jerk on my leash beckoned me to follow as the other goon carried the thing with him.
As we turned the corner, the sight before my eyes brought me sheer terror! About 30 women were sitting at 4 long tables. Each of the women’s heads was covered with the identical helmet the goon had picked up for me! I began to pull hard on the leash, forcing me to walk into this dining room! I could see the tubes attached to overhead hoses attached to each of the women’s heads! I saw that all were dressed in the same rubber tunics as I was already wearing! Every girl there had their handcuffs – cuffed to a ring behind the bench on which they sat! I could hear the sick sounds of a liquid being swallowed by the women as I was forced to walk to an open space at one of the tables! I resisted the gesture to sit and was instantly rewarded by a horrible shock to my neck! I was given no alternative but to comply with the goon’s order! If you were there, you would have seen the reason for my resistance to sitting! Each “space” at the table had a bench. On each bench was mounted a dildo, not huge but massive enough to cause anyone so inclined to sit upon it pain as it was forced into their asshole! The goon took a tube out of his pants, lubricated the dildo with its jelly, raised my tunic, and lubed up my butt hole! “SIT,” he ordered as I began to comply, relaxing and lowering my bottom onto the devil’s device! My poor butt hole ached as the dildo began to stretch my sphincter. Again, the pain came until I was firmly seated upon the horror! Next, the helmet was brought up to my face, was opened in front, and for the first time, I could see the feeding gag and inner nostril tubes! Sadly, I had no choice but to accept it, opening my mouth wide as I felt the nasal tubes being passed deeply into my nose as the gag went in! As the gag and tubes were seated, the back of the helmet was closed with a sounding “Click”! I heard a voice in each of my earphones and knew that it was one of the goons speaking!
“Not what you expected #5788?” he said, laughing to himself! I had assumed that I would be finally treated to good food, as in a diner or restaurant would have – certainly not this! The goon's voice coming from inside my helmet further indicated that ALL SLAVES on this floor will undergo a thorough cleansing while liquid food is pumped into our mouths to swallow. As I struggled to become acquainted with this new horror forced upon me, I suddenly felt the dildo deep in my ass begin to force a liquid into me. The goon connected the nose hoses through which I would breathe, and the hose going to the gag in my face! The feeding hose suddenly came to life, pumping a foul-tasting liquid into my mouth! Swallow every drop, the voice in my helmet cautioned!
Page 11 I recall being a young, naive woman and being told by my boyfriend that I should swallow his cum. I guess it is a rite of passage for all girls to become acquainted with this. I learned, however, that when the man’s penis is about to explode, sending his juices spewing out, it is best to take him deep, as in that way the bitterness of his semen becomes easier to swallow! In that situation I was in then, however, I had no choice, due to the position of the gag to fully “TASTE” what I was then being fed! I, too, began making those gurgling swallowing sounds which were even more pronounced inside my horrible feeding helmet. As my stomach filled, my intestines were filled, flushed, and emptied through the penis plug buried deep in my poor ass. It seemed as if the feeding and cleansing would never stop, but then the feeding stopped. I sat there in pain and discomfort next to all the other poor prisoners in this wretched place! I must have sat there chained to my seat for at least another hour while I endured several cleansings! Sweat had built up in my tunic, which was now dripping onto my feet on the floor! The terrible helmet was uncomfortable and hot, leaving my face and hair wet, with sweat dripping from its base. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the voice of one of my captors speak and indicate that I was to be sent to the bedchamber after my nightly feeding! Oh Shit, I thought the asshole said – Nightly Feeding! Would I really have to endure this degradation, humiliation, suffering, and horror every night? Was there no way to convince these maniacs that I should be freed? What will they do to me and to the others? Were any of these hooded women the ladies I had been with in the dark room? Gagged as we were, we could not speak, or for that matter, even hear much inside the heavy rubber feeding helmets! What profuse horror awaited me in the bedchamber?
My bowels ached, and my poor little butt hole was sore as I was unchained and lifted off the plug! The helmet was removed, and again I could feel the fresh cool air upon my wet and dripping face! I was happy to have the feeding helmet removed and the wretched feeding gag and tubes taken from my mouth. The foul taste of the liquid remained in my mouth, and I felt like I had just sucked off 50 men! My stomach no longer cried for food, and I wondered what the wretched liquid was made of.
The two big men almost had to carry me from the bench in the room as my knees, now weak from the terrible feeding I had endured, began to regain some strength. With my rubber tunic dripping sweat, my face and hair wet, I was again leashed and almost dragged by the men to the elevator! This time, they pressed sub-level 10. It was the lowest place in the cavernous place of female horrors! We descended but stopped at sublevel 9. I wondered what terrible level this might be? As the doors opened, I looked right into the face of the woman I worked with and hated! It was our weather lady at my station who had ridiculed much of our staff throughout my career – it was Tracy!
I did not know that Tracy, too, had been abducted. She must have been the other woman in the dark room who was unable to speak. I summarized that she must have been heavily gagged or even still sedated back then. Tracy was no longer looking good as she stood there in front of me, her blonde, perfect hair was GONE, even her eyebrows had been cleanly shaved off! She looked very uncomfortable with a tight corset holding her body stiff and upright! A rubber straitjacket with holes for her breasts had been pulled over the corset, leaving it well defined under the heavy rubber! I could see that her ankles had been chained apart to a bar, with another bar attached midway, rising and disappearing into the crotch of her jacket! Knowing what I now knew of this place, I knew that a large dildo was buried deep into her cunt hole! Her arms were pinned to her back and folded inside the rear of her jacket- pushing her breast firmly out!
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Tracy’s nipples were pierced just as mine, but her nipples had a sort of shield on each, which forced her rings out even further! I had never noticed that very small lights were on our collars, which in her case were red! I could see from her stretched and contorted facial features that she was heavily gagged. Tears were running from this bitches’ eyes as her eyes met mine! She recognized me in an instant. As she was pushed into the elevator, I could see her butt cheeks – Tracy had been harshly whipped! Her butt cheeks were red, crisscrossed with large blueish welts. Small droplets of red blood clearly defined her suffering! As she looked at me, her eyes and head sank! Not such a perfect bitch now, I thought – in a moment of victory! Her two men pushed her further into our elevator, both indicating that they, too, are going down! Drool and tears dripped down from Tracy’s face as the doors closed with a resounding thump.
When we hit bottom level 10, the doors opened, and I could smell the heavy scent of what I now knew was rubber! Rubber was everywhere, on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling was coated with black rubber panels! There were beds all over the room. Some beds already contained women, who were locked in various restraint devices. One whole side of the long room was filled with what I had seen in some adult films before – these were vacuum beds designed to hold the person firmly confined in place. In such a bed, the person could only wait until release, as even the slightest movements were impossible! Hoses, masks, hoods, and helmets were everywhere! Rubber-clad females were walking around with transparent catsuits on, showing their tits, but their pussies were hidden and encased in some sort of shiny steel devices! These women were taking the slaves and strapping, binding, or even forcing their prisoners into the strange devices, many of which I never knew existed! I could not get over the incredibly heavy smell of this rubber room! My goons forced me to stand next to a bed, and I was told not to move! Tracy’s goons forced her to lie in one of the vacuum beds after removing the inhibitor bar going into her sex! The women in transparent rubber suits strapped Tracy down tightly to the vacuum bed! I heard one of the women say, “Slave 5790, you have been a very bad girl! Your punishment will continue throughout this night. The Master of this training facility has ordered that you suffer electrical stimulation therapy to your breasts, vagina, and anus! Since this is a very harsh torture, you will be severely gagged, hooded, and controlled so as not to disturb the others too much! Normally, we have chambers for errant bitches like you who believe they are better than the other slaves; this week, these are full! I will now insert into your vagina and anus dildos equipped with metal strips. These two will provide you with incredible suffering throughout the long night, depriving you of much-needed sleep! Your nipples, too, will have vacuum cups attached with electrical stimulators! Your nipple rings will conduct the current deeply into your nipples, causing you more dreadful pain! A heavy, rubber-lined, leather punishment hood will be fitted to your head, leaving you tightly gagged and only breathing through your nose tubes! Once you are prepared, you will be covered with a rubber sheet, leaving only your breathing tubes out. All the air will then be evacuated from your vacuum bondage bed, and you will be held the entire night, motionless, your every movement blocked! All night long, you will hear the Master's voice inside your hood, urging you repeatedly to OBEY, OBEY, OBEY! By morning, my little slut, you will have gained a new appreciation of our rules!
I looked at Tracy with both disgust and horror! I had no idea just how painful her punishment session would be, and with a little luck, I would never have to suffer one like that - EVER! As I gazed upon the transparent rubber woman, I heard Tracy’s throat make gurgling sounds. With incredible speed and accuracy only coming from months of working with slaves, the rubber-suited one readied Tracy for her punishment, covering her and evacuating the air, leaving Tracy locked and immovable!
Page 13 I should have paid less attention to Tracy and more to myself as I stood there next to my bed. As I turned and looked down, I noticed that this must be a mistake - there was already a woman lying strapped to the bed! I looked again and recognized that it was AMANDA, the Flight Attendant, though her clear vinyl hood. She, too, was gagged, wearing a red rubber ball between her teeth! A leather corset was tight around her waist, which had been strapped to the bed, holding her firmly in place. Her wrists were locked in restraints, but her legs were free with a rubber bag-like thing loosely lying between her legs! On her tight leather corset was stenciled Slave 5787. I stood as still as a photo, not wanting to draw the ire of the women in the transparent rubber suits! A rubber-clad woman with huge breasts came over to where I stood! She ordered both men standing behind me to leave! As I stood there motionless, the woman looked into my eyes and said, “Mistress Sonja asked us to prepare you both tonight. She was most impressed with your abilities! Tonight, Slave 5788, you and Slave 5787 will enjoy some female time together”! As her words sank into my brain, I realized exactly what she meant! I now understood what the rubber thing lying between Amanda’s legs was and fit tight as a girdle around her waist! I would be strapped tightly into the bag-like thing, putting my face right into her sex for the entire night! Within a moment or two, the woman had removed my tunic, had me lying on my stomach, my arms in a single glove binder, a rubber panty with two plugs was pulled onto my ass, as another woman was forcing my face into the bag-like panty Amanda was wearing! With nostril tubes allowing me to breathe, I could still smell the faint scent of Amanda’s Crotch! I had never performed oral sex on a woman before, as I always found a pussy somewhat revolting- even mine! After all, a guy’s penis is generally in the open air, and even if the man has poor hygiene, most remain a good suck! But a woman, on the other hand, has different tissues. We have periods, common moisture, bacteria, and even our smell. We women must keep our pussies clean or suffer serious problems. This night, I shall have my face forced into performing a very disgusting act! How would they know if I resisted, I thought? I was brought back to earth by the transparent-suited woman, instructing me that Amanda – slave 5787 has been fitted with sensors which will recognize her climaxes throughout the night! The panties that I had on were also fitted with sensors and a vibrator over my clitoris! I was informed that over the next few hours, I had to bring Slave 5787 to a minimum of 7 climaxes or I would myself be shocked painfully by the plugs in my vagina and ass! For each climax, Amanda was afforded – I would be rewarded with a climax of my own by the plugs and vibrator over my clit!
These fucking bastards had thought of everything! The Red bitch was training me to eat pussy, preparing me for her! I was told that Amanda may piss in my mouth during the night, and I should not blame her for doing so, after all, we are all being trained for the future! It was going to be a very long night!
The morning came without much sleep for Amanda (slave 5787) and me. Throughout the night, during our many climaxes, I was thinking of the horrible night Tracy (slave5790) must be having! When the women came to release us - I was covered in sweat, some piss, my saliva, and of course Amanda’s juices! When my breathing tubes were removed with the bag hood, I smelled like some nasty rubber-covered pussy! When, finally, we were allowed to go to the shower room, I could not wait for what I had hoped would be more than a cold garden hose! Amanda kept apologizing for the position we had been in through the night, and for losing some bladder control at my expense! When we entered the shower room together, I almost cried and jumped for joy when I saw the steam from the hot running water! While there, we saw both Susan, 34, the clinical nurse, and Alisha, the business banker, whom we had spoken to in the dark room while caged. Both women had their numbers now tattooed on their necks just under their heavy collars. On Susan’s neck, there was the number 5786, and on Alicia’s was 5785!
Page 14 I was curious about the ordeal these two women had suffered during the course of the night, but found it irresistible to tell them about Slave Tracy #5790. Even during these horrid conditions, we were subjected to – we women do talk!
“SILENCE,” the one slavegirl in the transparent rubber suit, with the big tits, retorted in a commanding voice! We all instantly shut our traps to avoid the alternative! These number tattoos, the two women had on their necks, meant that during the course of our day, we would also be seeing the tattoo artist! As I looked more closely at Susan, my eyes were transfixed upon her crotch area, now being rinsed of soap! In a half moon pattern just above her bare mound, was tattooed the words “PROPERTY OF”, but a name was missing! I knew then that we, too, would soon wear a similar tattoo above our own shaved pussies!
As the female with the big bosom came closer, I had to ask her why all of the women wearing the transparent rubber suits had steel belts over their suits! Sternly, she informed me that the belts are both a chastity device to keep the women from touching themselves, but at the same time, the belts force them to keep their suits on! I noticed that her rubber suit was crotchless, which allowed her to urinate as needed. On her suit's arm, R 165 was stenciled in white. My curiosity as a reporter got the better of me, and I further inquired about the steel belts they wore. She said that the belts also have electric shock capability, which forces the wearer to remain in level 10 for the duration of their shift, but much less than the terrible shocks from our collars, which they too wore.
That day, just as I suspected, I was sent back upstairs to Mistress Sonja to be fitted with the rubber clothing which was made to measure! From wearing the rubber tunic, I already knew that the latex rubber clothing I had to wear would be hot, sweaty, and very uncomfortable. Mistress Sonja looked at me as I was about to say something, turned quickly, and I felt the crack of her whip on my bare bottom! The instant and intense pain of her single-tailed whip made me scream out! Mistress Sonja ordered me to my knees and told me to service her pussy then and there! Hesitating a bit and still having the taste in my mouth from the night before, I complied with her order! As I began to approach her rubber-covered sex, she unzipped her crotch, and I could smell her odor, and saw her already juicy pussy before my eyes! She grabbed my hair and forced my head and mouth deep into her wet, waiting cunt. My tongue darted out to give her pleasure! As she moaned and thrust her hips, she said, “Good little slave, Mistress will not have you punished tonight! It appears that last night's training has worked well – as I told you, slave 5788, you shall be my favorite! As she climaxed, sending a storm of hot juice exploding from her wet cunt into my mouth, I knew then that I would be spending much of my time at her mercy! Once finished with me, she ordered me up. I was given a trunk of clothing – the two men who accompanied me almost everywhere I went – carried my trunk to the bedroom, which I was assigned. Once there, I was told to hang my clothes up and put away all of my shoes, boots, and hoods! Mannequin heads were mounted on a shelf, which was to be used to hold the bizarre rubber hoods that I would be forced to wear in my near future! Strange clothes like rubber panties with two plugs, bras with small steel spikes in the cups, impossible posture collars, armless dresses designed with internal arm sleeves, fingerless gloves, and the like took up much of my room. The bed itself was made of heavy steel bolted to the floor with built-in spaces in the headboard and footboard to restrain the subject. There were chains and wires attached for unknown reasons. The room smelled heavily of rubber. The mattress itself was covered with a thick rubber sheet! However, the room was warm, as I began to pull on a blue rubber catsuit I had been told to wear, insert an electric plug into my pussy, and put on the shoes with the 5-inch heels!
Page 15 The days, weeks, and months went by slowly for me, as I spent many days in horrible restraints, underwent countless floggings and tortures, and became an expert pussy and cocksucker. I learned that I harbored some hidden feelings about sexual slavery, most likely going back to my adolescent years! Yes, once I was a great reporter looking for a story at any cost. People probably will not believe any of this, as I recall my fantastic journey into sex slavery, but the truth is always most difficult to believe.
The others were slowly auctioned off to unknown owners, or were kept as the females in the transparent rubber suits to assist in the training of more women! The ones sold had their owner's names tattooed on their pussy mound, but my pussy still only bears “PROPERTY OF,” which is mostly hidden by my steel chastity belt I have to wear most days! What the hell - I am a slut!
I did find out in time that The Bitch Tracy, which bore the number #5790, was not kidnapped, as were the rest of us. Tracy’s affluent husband became bored with her attitude and spending habits and had her sent here to be more harshly trained, punished, and tortured than any of us. She was boxed up in heavy bondage, never knowing that she would be returned to her husband. Her husband, Don, had himself come to this place in order to learn Domination techniques from the Masters and Mistresses here. He had spent weekends learning the things an owner must know to properly control and punish his slavegirl. The irony of it all is that while he was learning, he could watch his bitch wife endure the most dreadful punishment on the cameras here! Don made sure that SLAVE #5790 learned all about swallowing both semen and pussy juice! DON insisted that Slave 5790 would have an additional 6 rings put on her outer pussy lips, that her nipples were stretched with the use of shields, and that she be confined most of the time wearing her custom electric chastity belt when not eating pussy or sucking on a cock! I recall many days hearing screams and grunts of suffering coming from bedchamber #5790, all bringing a fiendish grin to my face! I believe the old boy actually began to enjoy his wife’s endless suffering! Yes, I am proud of this man who finally took complete control of the bitch. I heard from the goon squad that when she was boxed up to be shipped out, Don's name was tattooed on her pussy, she was put into a severe punishment helmet which controlled her breathing, food intake, and locked out all sound! The whore was bound in a heavy rubber mummy suit inside the shipping container! I would bet she was a friken wet stinking mess when she finally arrived at their mansion! Heard that her hair had been permanently removed and a huge nose ring placed in her nose! Don had a dungeon built under his mansion where she was kept for a few more months after she arrived, while she adjusted! No more 1000 Dollar toys for her now! Don had a system put into the walls of their mansion which would allow her to walk through the house, but she could not get within 2 feet of any outside door or window without suffering a terrible shock to her pussy or collar. A computer program now sets a time for her to exercise on a treadmill while wearing her heavy rubber training suits. These new suits are a marvel of design; they contain microchips linked to her chastity belt and collar to ensure instant compliance! Yes, the way I see it, there is a GOD. I still hate that bitch!
Mistress Sonja had told me that Don insisted that we visit them twice a year – just to torment the bitch further. I am looking forward to our first visit soon and will bring a pair of the pussy eating panties I told you about earlier! I can’t wait to feel her tongue giving me countless hours of enjoyment as I control the shocking plugs in her ass and pussy! I won’t even shower a day before we go just to make her suffer a little more! Going to ask Don to Fuck her asshole while she is licking my cunt, that should bring her down another notch or two! The End
Written by Master LatexHer, all rights reserved.