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to ache again. Angie pulled the dress back up and noticed she now looked like a woman from the fifties with bullet shaped breasts and smiled around her gag as she grabbed her jacket finding she could no longer button it up and went to her car.
Driving while sitting so erect and only using her toes was very different but she made it paying close attention to what she was doing and tip toed her way around the store, her clear gag visible to all as well as her toes poking out from under the skirt making people stare at her while she shopped. Carrying her bags inside took three trips and she met several people along the way who knew her all stopping to say something to her then stopping when she faced them showing her gagged mouth and prominent tits then just nodding at her as they walked off. After replacing her gag Angie put up her groceries and sat down and wrote out a quick clear note, “Had surgery cannot speak”.
She had been asked several questions during her trip to the store and now she would keep the note with her and show it to anyone who asked her a question. Unpacking her bag she had taken on her last visit to her Mistress she found three short chains with strange clips on the ends, setting them aside she also found a box with an electrical cord and looked at it then set it aside.
All her clothes had now been put away and in the bottom of her case she found another note explaining that she was to secure herself using the chains one each for her ankles and wrists and the last used to connect them forcing her into a strict hogtie. The box was a timer and would release her before nine on the selected days for classes and release only the hogtie chain for one hour every eight for her days off. She would now need to do her shopping on college days and would be spending the rest of her time in hogtie training or with her hands trapped behind her and her ankles held closely together.
Angie was unsure of the timer but followed instructions and plugged it in and waited for it to calibrate itself while she got undressed and had another meal finishing just as the box started beeping, returning to her room she found the clips open and replaced her gag before lying in the center of her bed and connecting her ankles together testing the strength of the chain before clipping her wrists together and reaching back and connecting the two chains together. Relaxing Angie’s body pulled on the chains that now held her in a strict hogtie. Angie struggled against the chains trying to find some comfortable position as she realized she was now at the mercy of the timer and could only hope it worked correctly since no one knew she was here or would come looking for her.
Angie spent the next three months gagged and forced to walk on her toes, the first few days at college were difficult with everyone staring at her new figure and gagged mouth but it was her boots that got the most attention many of the girls trying to find out where she had gotten them and how hard were they to walk in and by the third week Angie was wearing her short skirts again showing her covered legs to everyone as she strutted silently around the college with her tender breasts showing proudly under her tight tops. Her hours not at college were not so pleasant, the hogties were now tighter since receiving the letter telling her to wear the corset/bra during her sessions and her primary gag had been replaced by and even larger gag forcing her to keep her head pushed backwards to keep from gagging on it and could not be removed until the timer allowed it.
After a few weeks Angie had adapted to her living conditions spending every day and night bound in a strict hogtie sucking a large cock and as it became her normal routine she would slip into her subspace thinking about how proud her Mistress would be and how happy she would be to be kept as her property for the rest of her life.
As graduation neared Angie had gotten more brazen in her clothes she wore to college not caring anymore what anyone thought of her even wearing her latex skirt and top multiple times showing the nipple covers and steel surrounding her body getting gasps from the people who had once thought she was so trendy. When she went to college the last day Angie decided to go out with a bang and wore her long transparent hobble dress, now everyone could see exactly what she had been wearing for years and would leave them all with something to talk about.
Angie had not thought about how much walking she would be doing on this day and regretted wearing the dress as soon as she tried to walk up the stairs in front of the main building forcing herself to hop on her toes to the top. Angie had to visit each professor she had classes with and spent all day struggling with the long dress making her take very short steps and causing her to sweat badly as she struggled inside it.
Many comments were made about her steel underwear and even a few women asked intelligent questions about the chastity belt which Angie gladly stopped and wrote her answers for them and by the end of the day she sat in her car gasping through her nose glad it was over and relieved that soon she would be with her Mistress. Arriving home Angie cleaned herself and prepared for her normal restraint time unsure if the box would change programming now that college was out but since she had not heard from her Mistress she would continue as she had been last told.
With the large gag in place Angie double looped the connecting chain to her ankles and locked herself into her hogtied position and began daydreaming about her Mistress, Angie watched the sun set before drifting off to a fitful sleep waking from the pain in her shoulders and seeing the sun had risen. Angie lay stuck in the stringent hogtie only becoming worried as she noticed the sun had set again and she had not been freed and then panicking thrashing and moaning as she yanked and pulled at the chains holding her firmly.
Angie spent another day in agony as her shoulders cramped and felt like they were being torn out and her back hurt so bad she wept freely no longer able to feel her arms, hands or feet she knew she had been abandoned and would die hogtied on her bed. Waking again in darkness Angie turned her head and thought she had imagined several people entering and leaving her apartment during the long night. She watched them box up her things and carry them out until on her hogtied body and the bed she lay on remained.
When one of the men pulled a bag over her head Angie realized that they were real and that she was now to be boxed up and carried off, she thought why would Mistress pick her up like this and why had she not contacted her. Angie was now struggling again as the men rolled her onto her side placing something under her then rolling her back to her other side, Angie could not see but could feel a bag being pulled roughly around her body and as the zipper was being pulled in forced her into a much tighter arch while it smashed her face tightly into the fabric of the bag making her head lean backwards against the wide collar and restricting her breathing even more.
Angie could feel her body being carried down the steps and as she grew light headed from the lack of air felt herself being tossed into the back of a truck and felt it start just before passing out. Waking Angie found herself on a cold steel table, she was no longer wearing the bag but the bright light over her showed the large bag and the small box lying next to her, looking around Angie could see nothing else in the room except for two doors and began struggling finding that two chains were attached to her belt and kept her from rolling over and the smooth surface of the table only let her squirm in place as she struggled and moaned.
Angie heard something and looked to her right and saw two men closing the door and coming towards her, she moaned and screamed at them as they yanked the bag away from the table and spun it around until she could see a TV screen on the wall, holding her head back one of the men pointed at it when the other turned it on and Angie could see an image of her Mistress appear. “My dearest pet while you were finishing college I contracted a disease and will be dead by the time you finish, I know you would have served me well and you will be lost without my guidance so I have arranged for you to be collected by a very good friend of mine, he will be your new master and will take over where I have left off in your training. His style is different than mine but I have faith you will adapt and learn to serve him as you served me in the past”.
Angie was crying as the screen went black and the man released her head and turned the table around facing the door again and left her sobbing alone under the bright light as she screamed and thrashed against her bonds. After several hours had passed a man entered the room and began speaking to the sobbing girl still hogtied tightly on the table, he explained who he was and that he was sorry for her loss but she had a choice to make, stay with him and serve him as she had her Mistress or be released to continue her life on her own, her education and the strength she had gotten from her Mistress would carry her for the rest of her life.
The man continued saying due to the steel locked onto her body she may never have a truly normal life but he would put her in contact with someone that may be able to release her from the it, or she could stay with him as she was and he would use her for his needs and the steel would remain in place for life including her chastity belt for which he had no key too and would not ever violate her virginity.
Angie continued to sob as the man placed some clothes on the end of the table and said, “Your chains should release you shortly when you are free you may put on these clothes and leave this room forever or remain showing your dedication to me by locking the chains around the legs of this table, knowing that neither of us have control of when you would be released and service me on your knees until you are freed then you will join me as my newest pet, I will say I enjoyed guiding you around your Mistresses home by remote and think you would be my top servant. Once you have made your decision either way it will be permanent”.
Angie remained in her strict hogtie another six hours before the clips opened and she was able to straighten her legs and stretch her arms, laying face down for another hour she finally sat up and wept some more unsure of what she should do. Sitting on the table all night she finally pushed her clothes away from her and knelt in front of the table. Locking her feet together around one of the legs then breathing deeply she locked her wrists together behind her back and around the leg and knelt with her head down until the man entered and said, “Very good I had hoped you would stay with me.”
Gently pulling her head up he removed her gag replacing it with a large o-ring gag and strapped it tightly around her head, Angie made no sound and did not resist as he stepped back and lowered his pants showing her his large cock before stepping up to her face and sliding it into her mouth. This was the first unsheathed cock Angie had ever felt and as she swallowed to allow it to ease down her throat she noticed the taste of it and smiled slightly as she began working with her tongue and pumping it with her mouth and throat.
Her new master eased back from the table making her change her angle and allowing his cock to slide further down her throat as she continued to suck and stroke his cock, as she leaned forward her upper body hanging from the chain between her wrists keeping her from falling forward. He watched her flailing fingers as she worked his cock masterfully and sucked him dry as he shot his sperm down her throat before pulling away and watching her run her tongue around the ring gag and smile.
He patted her head as she struggled to pull herself back onto her knees and left the room leaving her chained to the table until the box released her and he was free to do as he pleased with her. Looking at a computer screen a credit appeared for one million dollars showing paid in full for services rendered. As Angie’s Mistress leaned back and smiled she knew she had been right again and found the perfect slave for another client, Mistress waved at her men and they took the next girl over to her new small apartment after she had spent several months under the strict guidance of the Mistress and prepared her for the next stage in her training.
The Mistress sent an e-mail explaining the time frame and was irritated when the client said he wanted his new slave now and she had to explain again her training techniques and that each girl was trained for a specific master or Mistress and once she was finished not only would his new slave want to serve him she would crave to serve him, typing while she looked at his list of requirements, extreme corsets and heels and the constant need to be bound by him along with the normal mental training needed to be a slave of her caliber. The man relented and issued a credit to her account of five hundred thousand dollars balance due on delivery.
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