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CHAPTER IX
The drive through the countryside was splendid. The rolling landscape with its new covering of freshly fallen snow glistened under the bright sunlight. Once in a while, a deer could be seen browsing on the remnants of the previous season's corn crop. The cross country skiers were out in full force, poling their way across the terrain over some of the many trails that cover the State. Susie and I were less than comfortable, being forced to lean back against our tractioned arms for the entire trip. Susie whispered that the tight rope bondage on her elbows and wrists was causing her fingers to tingle, but she didn't dare to complain loud enough for Kay to hear.
The manacles I was wearing were not nearly as severe, but certainly just as effective in insuring that I wouldn't cause any trouble during the ride. Sitting on the dildo was another story, however. I could feel the tip pressing hard against my prostate, but shifting my body to relieve the pressure only made it worse. The seat belt prevented me from lifting my butt so, remembering Susie's advice of two days ago, I resigned myself to staying as still as possible.
We had been on the Interstate for about two hours before Kay turned off at the Baraboo exit, highway 12. "It won't be long now, ladies. We're almost there." Sabina's voice was full of excitement. "Turn right at the next intersection Kay, and follow the road until you spot the sign that says 'Andersen Manor.' There'll be a large iron gate at the entryway."
Kay pulled in front of the gate and rang the intercom bell. "Yes? Who is it?" the voice asked.
"Tell Monique it's Sabina," she answered.
The gate opened electrically, and Kay proceeded up the long driveway stopping the car on the circle drive in front of the mansion.
"As you can see from the surroundings, Monique has done quite well for herself. She started her own fashion design business in her twenty's, was very successful, and sold it a few years ago to a New York conglomerate. She built her home here because of the privacy it provides. Her interests would be viewed by many as being, shall we say, a little on the kinky side and this estate allows her to indulge herself without fear of being disturbed. Her entrepreneurial background has made her a stickler for perfection, and she is quite demanding of anyone who works for her. She and Kay exited the car, helped us out of the back seat and escorted us to the front door.
The woman who answered the door presented a bizarre image. She had long straight black hair down to the middle of her back, and her heavily made-up face was almost cat-like in appearance with its dense application of black eye-liner and mascara. The full lips of her wide mouth were painted with a creamy coat of deep red lipstick. Her nails were "dragon- lady" in length and polished with a color to match her lips. She was covered from the neck down in a one-piece, skin-tight, black latex cat suit that was zipped up from the back of her crotch to the base of her neck. Her large breasts were well supported by the built in, underwire bra and the outline of her prominent nipples was clearly visible through the stretched material. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips, balancing on a pair of ankle high, black leather boots with heels at least five inches tall.
"I'm Alex. Come in please. The Mistress is expecting you." I was startled that Alex's voice was so low in register that it seemed unnatural coming from the lips of her womanly looking form. As she led us down a long hallway, she explained that she was Monique's assistant. She met her a little over a year ago when her name was Alexander. After a few days of training, Monique decided that Alexander would be more useful to her if he were a woman. His name was shortened to Alex and Monique began a weekly series of estradiol injections to feminize his appearance. Six months ago, Alex was taken to the local hospital for some plastic surgery.
The skin on her forehead was pulled up to eliminate some wrinkles and to give her eyebrows a feminine arch. Collagen injections were administered to fill out her cheeks and lips and she was also given silicone implants to supplement the work of the hormone treatments. Weekly trips to the electrologist eliminated all traces of a male beard. Her Mistress also promised that she would soon have a surgeon shorten the length of her vocal cords to raise the pitch of her voice. Susie and I listened intently as Alex described the details of her transformation.
"You're beautiful Alex," I said. "Until you spoke, I never would have known you're not a real woman. After your voice has changed, no one will ever be able to tell."
"Thank you Pamela." He already knew my name. "Mistress and I have heard a lot about you. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay with us. My Mistress is a very creative person." She put additional emphasis on the word "creative" leaving little doubt as to its implications. "The way I'm dressed for example, is a pretty good indication of Mistress's tastes. Except when I'm permitted to leave the mansion, I'm either buck naked or wearing one of the latex or leather outfits she has designed. Some of them have some rather unusual features as I'm sure you will soon find out."
At the end of the hall, we entered a room which was obviously the library. With the exception of a corner picture window, the walls consisted of bookshelves from floor to ceiling and were filled with several hundred volumes of books. A woman sat in a richly upholstered, chippendale chair reading one of them; her platinum blond hair tied back and gathered in a bun on top of her head. She had porcelain fair skin and did not appear to be wearing very much make-up. She didn't have to—she was naturally beautiful like most Scandinavians. Just a touch of pale blue eye shadow, some pink blusher, and a light coat of pink lipstick was all she needed.
Her attire was identical to Kay's and Sabina's—must be the "mistress uniform" of the day, I thought. Her spike-heeled feet were resting on the back of a young blond girl, no more than twenty years of age, who was kneeling on all fours in front of her. She rose from the chair as we entered the room. "Sabina! How good to see you. I'm so glad you could get away to visit me. I trust you've already met Alex?" "Yes ma'am," Alex answered. The woman continued, "This unusual footstool here is Tammy. Stand up, Tammy." She struggled to her feet and the woman took up a position behind her and placed her hands on her shoulders.
"She's only been in my service for several weeks and she still has a lot to learn, but I think she has great potential. You'll have to forgive her though, for not saying hello." Tammy curtseyed a greeting but said nothing. She couldn't. Her mouth was covered with a broad, white leather strap which probably held some mouth filling device in place, while a matching white, broad leather collar forced her to keep her chin up. "She needs to be taught the consequences of errant speech. She hasn't quite learned yet that I am always to be addressed as Mistress, Madame, or even Ma'am.
She forgot herself this morning, so I've provided her with something to help her remember in the future." Tammy cast her eyes to the floor in chagrin over her infraction.
Her hands and feet were manacled about twelve inches apart with a short connecting chain between them, permitting her to raise her hands to just below waist level. Her body was almost completely covered below her neck with a skin-tight, white latex garment which zipped up the back like Alex's. The six inch high heels she wore were an integral part of the garment, leaving me to wonder how she could have put the thing on, unless she was liberally sprinkled with talcum powder first. Strategically placed openings in the suit displayed her breasts and crotch for all to see. In relation to her petite frame, the breasts were huge, but nonetheless well supported by her youthful chest muscles.
She was easily a D-cup and maybe more. Her large areola surrounded her pierced nipples which were elegantly adorned with gold rings. The tight curls covering her pubic area confirmed that she was indeed a natural blond.
"Would you take their coats, Alex. They won't be needing them for a while." Alex took our coats and left the room to put them away.
The woman caught me staring at Tammy's magnificent breasts. "Oh, I see you noticed her most outstanding feature." She smiled broadly. "My name is Monique Andersen," she moved away from Tammy. "You must be Pamela. Nice work, Sabina. She looks very convincing."
"Thank you, Mistress," I curtseyed as gracefully as my bondage would allow.
"I love your bra, Pamela. I have a thing for latex you know." She tweaked each of my exposed nipples causing me to flush with embarrassment. "And your panties—oooohhhh, their so nice and tight." She rubbed the flat portion of my lower abdomen. "Does she still have her cock, Sabina? Oh, yes! I can feel it down there." My humiliation increased as her hand slid under my crotch and pressed hard on my tightly confined manhood.
"Oh, and you must be the sweet, loveable Susie I've heard so much about." She left me blushing and walked over to Susie. "Beautiful rings, you have my dear. Your Mistress is very kind." Monique inspected the jewelry in Susie's nipples and then moved behind her. "Oh, I can see you're very flexible too—your elbows are nearly touching." "Yes, Madame Monique. I think I must be double jointed. Mistress Kay ties me like this frequently to maintain my flexibility." Susie curtseyed her greeting and Kay beamed with pride.
"It's been a long time, Kay. How have you been?" They embraced as Monique spoke.
"It certainly has, Monique. It's so good to see you again. Tammy and Alex are new since the last time I saw you. What happened to—what was her name?—Oh, Daphne I think. Wasn't it?"
"She still comes to visit now and then. I gave her to our old friend, Malcolm Chatsworth. He needed another maid, so I gave Daphne to him. I was growing tired of her anyway. Her body wasn't limber enough to tolerate some of the positions I tried to put her in, and Malcolm isn't in to bondage so much as he is in to whipping the nice round buns of beautiful young girls. Daphne was always a little on the chubby side and I thought she would suit his needs very well.
"Well, let's get started. I know you'll all love the new Play Room I had built. Tammy? Why don't you lead the way? I'm sure Alex is waiting for us."
As Tammy minced her way to the front of our group, the small padlocks at the back of her collar and gag were clearly visible. No wonder she hadn't tried to take them off. Tammy's heels and hobbles forced her to take very short steps as she led us back down the hall into a room about thirty feet square with a twelve foot high ceiling. There was all manner of curious looking contraptions setting on the floor, while two of the walls were covered with leather and latex hoods, blindfolds, gags of every description, several rolls of tape, an assortment of whips, straps and dildos, a couple of single sleeves, and an array of clamps and harnesses. The ceiling was cris-crossed with a track system to which several hooks had been attached, as well as four electric winches which could be positioned as desired anywhere along the rails.
Monique turned to face us, "For me, bondage isn't so much a form of punishment as it is a type of recreation; an art form if you will." She looked at Susie and me. "While you're here, you, and sometimes Tammy and Alex, will be the subjects of my somewhat imaginative restraint techniques. I do not intend to harm you in any way, unless you disobey my commands or fail to address me properly. For that, the punishment will be swift and severe, as Tammy would tell you if she were able to speak." Tammy looked at us and nodded as best she could considering the restriction of the collar. "If you do as you're told, no harm will come to you, although your bodies may get a little stiff and sore now and then.
"Has anyone seen Alex?" She looked around the room in surprise. "I bet she's in the kitchen again. The hormones she's been taking have caused her to plump up, and I've put her on a strict diet to control her weight. She's been pretty good about it, but occasionally, I catch her foraging in the pantry." A stern look crossed her face as she explained her suspicion.
Monique was on her way out of the room when Alex entered. "Where were you?" she asked.
"I-I-I was hanging up the coats as you asked, Mistress." Her nervous response was all Monique needed to hear.
"It couldn't have taken that long. You've been eating again, haven't you? Look at this!" She used her finger to wipe some residue from Alex's lower lip. "Cookies! You've been in the cookie jar again! You'll lose you're girlish figure if you keep eating all that saturated fat, Alex."
"B-b-but Mistress….." Alex tried to explain.
"SILENCE!" You know the consequences of breaking the rules. Perhaps a little time in The Chair will teach you a lesson." Monique dragged the item in question away from the wall. It wasn't a chair—it was a chair frame. Constructed of tubular aluminum, it only had crossbeams in place of the normal seat and back.
Alex panicked. She must have an encounter or two with the thing in the past. "Mistress, please!" She wailed. "Don't put me in The Chair. I'll promise not to…." Alex's sentence was interrupted by a sharp slap to the side of her face.
"SHUT UP, PIG! Now turn around." Monique reached under Alex's crotch and pulled the zipper tab up to the top of her ass crack. "Now, will you cooperate or do I have to force you? It makes no difference to me, it's your ass hole."
Monique's reference was to the shiny six inch aluminum prong rising up from the center of the crossbeam seat. Alex looked defeated and grimaced as she gingerly positioned her rosebud over the dildo; slowly lowering herself until its length was buried deep in her ass. She must have been pre-stretched like me, since she easily managed it without lubrication. Monique then set to fastening her arms into the broad leather sleeves attached to the arms and legs of the frame. They were buckled up, anchoring her forearms to the arms of the frame from wrist to elbow. The calves of her legs were similarly bound to the legs of the frame.
Another set of broad leather straps positioned at the top section of the chair uprights circled her upper arms from the elbow to the armpit, and were also buckled firmly in place. A seat belt was attached to either side of the crossbeam and was tightly buckled across her hips. There would be no moving around for Alex.
Monique then retrieved a black punishment hood from the wall, and, ignoring Alex's whimpering protests, forced the attached two inch wide, penis shaped gag into her mouth. The leather material was then fitted over her head and laced up tightly in the back. It encased her entire head so tightly that the indentations of her eye sockets were clearly visible. There were two nose tubes for breathing, which were quickly inserted into Alex's nostrils.
Monique then threaded a long, one inch wide strap through a d-ring at the top her helmet and extended it through a similar ring on the crossbeam in back of the chair. She pulled the strap achingly tight, forcing a muffled groan from Alex's well-filled mouth. Pausing for a bit to check the tension, she tightened it another inch and secured the buckle, pulling the back of Alex's head into a position which was nearly parallel to the ground. The strain on her neck must have been instantly unbearable, but there wasn't a thing she could do to relieve it. Satisfied that Alex was properly secured, she directed her attention to us.
"Sorry about that interruption ladies, but I will not tolerate disobedience from my slaves. Alex should have known better." Monique dusted imaginary dust off her hands, indicating a job well done. "I think a couple of hours ought to impress her with the importance of adhering to her diet." Alex let out with an audible groan from the back of her throat when she heard her the term of her sentence.
"Ok, I think we're all set. Let's begin. Tammy? You're first." Her eyes widened in trepidation as Monique unlocked Tammy's manacles. "Now, get up on the table." Tammy hesitantly positioned herself on the edge of a nearby doctor's examining table. Kay and Sabina looked on intently as Monique tied Tammy's wrists together in front of her with the palms facing. She cinched the rope three times between her wrists leaving about three feet of excess, and pulled her arms back over her head forcing her to lie back with her arms extended to just short of the table's edge.
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