Pamela’s Story – 9 · Part 2 (2/2)
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The middle of her upper thighs were resting on the table's edge and her legs were hanging down as Monique tied off the end of the rope at the base of the head of the table. A broad black leather belt with six buckles was slipped under her back and tightly fastened just above her hips. The belt had two rings on either side to which a two foot chain had been connected and left to rest on the table just in front of Tammy's butt. A rope was tied to one of the links at the center of the chain and extended to the anchor point of a hand winch which was located at the bottom of the foot of the table.
I heard the leather creaking as Monique cranked all the slack out of the rope until she was satisfied that Tammy was adequately stretched. The tension wasn't too severe, but it was clear that Tammy could no longer shift her upper body. The table supported her from the tips of her outstretched fingers to the uppermost portion of her thighs. Twin leather cuffs, each with a five foot rope knotted to its d-ring, were buckled around the insteps of her high-heeled feet. Monique threaded the end of each rope through rings on the sides of the table which were positioned about one foot from the floor.
Tammy's legs were drawn back along the table's sides causing her knees to be spread about two feet apart and her toes to point at the floor. The ropes were cinched off around the rings, leaving Tammy stretched and bowed in place. The strategically placed openings in her suit displayed her extraordinary breasts and blond pussy for all to see. She could turn her head slightly from side to side, but that was all she could move. She was truly well fastened.
"I really don't like the way your breasts have flopped to the sides Tammy, but I have just the thing to remedy that."
"Mmmfff, mmmrrrggg, mmmfff." Tammy knew what was coming next. Monique produced a thin, gold, six inch chain and clipped each end to Tammy's nipple rings. This drew her breasts tightly together with the distended nipples pointing at each other. "Oh that's lovely, Monique. Don't you think so, Kay? Look at how taut her body is." Sabina stroked Tammy's latex covered thighs, feeling the tension in her muscles.
"I love the effect of the chain between her nipples. I've done that to Susie frequently in the past, but she isn't nearly as well endowed as Tammy." I saw Susie blush and cast her eyes to the floor as her Mistress made the comparison, but Kay didn't notice. She was busy tracing her fingers over Tammy's bosom, enjoying the exaggerated fullness of her tied- together tits. Tammy "mmmfffed" through her gag in meager protest as Kay's attentions underscored the degree of her exposure and helplessness.
"Oh my! You're making her moist, Kay." Sabina's fingers had found their way to Susie's uncovered crotch, causing Tammy to blush with embarrassment at the disclosure. "I'm always amazed how slaves can get aroused when they're so utterly defenseless. It's probably the best indication of a true submissive."
Tammy's breathing rate increased noticeably as Sabina persisted in fingering her clit. The leather creaked and squeaked against the latex as Tammy uselessly tried to thrust her hips in response to the stimulation. Kay remained busy with her breasts, alternating between tweaking her swollen nipples and kneading her magnificent mounds. Tammy's eyelashes fluttered and her eyes rolled back as the first orgasm engulfed her.
While Sabina and Kay were having fun with the exposed parts of Tammy's anatomy, Monique stood next to Susie playing with her nipple rings. She squirmed in response but did not back away. "You're next, you know my dear. I have a position in mind which will test your flexibility. Are you ready?"
"Y-y-yes Madame. I th-th-think so." Susie's face flushed and goosebumps rose from her flesh as Monique continued her study of Susie's breasts.
"Good! Then let's begin. Stay here while I get some equipment." Monique retrieved two spreader bars, some ropes and chains, as well as a gag from the well stocked walls. After dropping the toys, she released Susie's arms from their bondage and allowed her to rub the rope marks on her wrists and upper arms.
Monique knelt down and locked one of the spreader bars to Susie's ankles, forcing her feet about three feet apart. Susie had to stop rubbing the rope marks when Monique locked an identical bar to Susie's wrists in front of her. She then locked a sort of chastity belt tightly around her waist. It had a one-half inch wide, reinforced leather strap descending from the front. Monique passed it under her crotch, making certain that it was between the lips of her silken covered labia, and buckled it off to the back of the belt. It was so tight that the portion imbedded in her pussy was covered over by the fabric of her panties.
"Oh Mistress. Not so tight! You're cutting me in two!"
"Quiet! You'll get used to it…. Or should I say that it will soon be the least of your worries when I've finished with you." Monique's ominous tone made me wonder what horrible position she planned for Susie. She then closed the padlock at the back buckle insuring that no one else could remove it.
She pushed a button on the wall and a cable descended from the electric winch directly above Susie. Monique clipped a heavy duty snap ring to the front of Susie's vertical strap and hooked the end of the cable to it. She hit the winch button once more to draw most of the slack from the cable.
"Susie? I want you to lean backwards and bend over so your hands and feet are on the floor. Sabina? Kay? Would you hold her ankles and I'll support her shoulders."
"B-b-but Mistress, I don't think I…." Susie didn't think she could do it.
"Quiet! And do what you're told," Kay reprimanded. She and Sabina had left Tammy breathing rapidly through her nose and each grabbed one of Susie's ankles so Monique could support her while she bent backwards until her hands met the floor. The cable kept her midsection elevated about two feet from the carpet. As soon as Susie was in position, Monique chained the ends of the two spreader bars together so they were about three feet apart. Susie's body was now bowed backwards but her body from the knees to her breasts was still roughly parallel to the floor. Monique didn't let that last very long as she hit the winch button once again, lifting Susie's middle and further imbedding the strap into her pussy.
"No, no Mistress! This is awful! I can't stay like this! I'll be cut in half!" Susie wailed her protest. Even with her unusual flexibility, the strain must have been incredible. Anyone else would surely break his back in this position. She was bent into a perfect semi- circle with her hands and high heeled feet on the floor and her midsection three feet off the carpet with the top of her head pointing at the floor. She couldn't shift at all because of the way the spreader bars were attached to each other.
"I certainly don't want to listen to your complaining for the next couple of hours. Let me take care of that whining mouth of yours." Monique pressed the ball of a full head harness into Susie's mouth. The straps were buckled at the back and top of her head as well as under her chin making it impossible to expel the two and one-half inch, blue ball. As with all the other bondage Susie was wearing, the three harness buckles were padlocked.
The strap through her pussy was so tight that most of the crotch material had disappeared between the folds of her sex. For the first time, Monique noticed that her pussy had been shaved.
"Oh, how lovely!" She traced the exposed portion of Susie's bisected pubic area with her long fingernail. Susie didn't seem to notice. Her muffled protests showed that her body was having trouble adjusting to the position. Even though her hands and feet were touching the floor, it appeared that ninety per cent of her weight was supported by the strap through her crotch. The chains connecting the two spreader bars together, effectively prevented her from achieving any relief from her bowed position. The gag stifled her continual protests and I wondered how any one could stay in that position for five minutes—let alone two hours.
"Pamela? It's your turn now. I know that you just love dressing as a woman and fooling those around you. I'm going to fix you so you'll have a better idea of what a real woman feels like when she's put into bondage." My heart started to race. What did Monique have in mind? I hoped she realized that I wasn't nearly as flexible as Susie or Tammy, but decided to say nothing lest I invite her wrath.
With Sabina's help, Monique pulled my latex panties down my legs and had me step out of them. The dildo slid out easily. "Lie down on the floor!" she commanded. It was difficult with my elbows and wrists cuffed together, but I managed. She cuffed my ankles to the ends of a three foot long spreader bar and clipped the end of another winch cable to an eye bolt at its center. Then she attached a short chain between the links on my wrist cuffs and a ring in the floor. I heard the winch motor whine as I was lifted and suspended upside down with my arms drawn down and away from my back. I could feel the strain building in my shoulders. The steel cuffs dug deeply into my wrists and I began to get dizzy as the blood rushed to my head.
She returned and sprayed my crotch with a topical anesthetic. "It's so good you're shaved, Pamela," she mused. What little erection I had left soon disappeared as the xylocaine took effect. "That's better. It's small enough now to proceed." She pulled on my limp, numb cock and slipped a stiff rubber o-ring about one inch in diameter over it. In spite of the anesthetic, I could feel her long nails dig into my flesh as she, bit-by- bit, pulled all the skin of my ball sack through the ring.
"What are you doing Mistress? It feels so strange!" It took some effort to raise my head so I only caught brief glimpses of what she was doing.
"Never mind, Pamela. You'll find out soon enough."
She held the o-ring between two fingers while she pushed on the head of my cock with her thumb until I could feel it pop back through the ring to join my balls in my body cavity. A quick glance revealed that my limp dick had disappeared, but the skin folds of my ball sack remained visible. She then took several short strips of flesh colored tape, spread the folds of my skin and taped them to my hairless crotch. She carefully used some dermablend to cover the edges of tape until they were nearly invisible.
"There… That looks very convincing, don't you think? You even have a little clit under those lips."
Monique was pleased with her work and invited Sabina and Kay to make a close inspection. I couldn't feel anything but tingling in my crotch but I could tell that they were playing with my new genitalia. "How ingenious!" said Sabina.
"You can feel the tape, but until you touch it, you're convinced it's the real thing." Kay was equally amazed.
I didn't know whether to be thrilled or horrified. "Shocked" is probably the best description as I strained to stare at my very female looking crotch. I was speechless even though I wasn't gagged. Monique's technique was truly amazing. I had what appeared to be a woman's labia and vagina. My own penis was the "little clit" she referred to, and indeed, it was trapped beneath the folds of my new sex.
Mercifully, she lowered the winch and removed the spreader bar. "Can you stand, Pamela? Here, let me help you." She grabbed me under my armpits as I struggled to a standing position, still dizzy from the inversion.
When she was certain I had recovered my balance, she buckled a red leather belt around my corseted waist. It was about three inches wide and had three narrow leather straps hanging from the back.
"Now bend over sweetness, and spread your legs. I've got something to put inside you." Still amazed over what Monique had done with my male organ, I didn't protest her intentions. The dildo was about 8" long and 1" wide with a slotted hole through its base. She positioned the tip against my rosebud, pushed its chrome colored length inside me and then threaded the central strap in the back of my belt through the slotted hole. The frequent stretching of my ass hole over the last few days made it easy for Monique to ram it home without any lubrication.
She was careful to make sure the strap was positioned between the lips of my remodeled sex before pulling it achingly tight through the roller buckle in the front of the belt. She then took the other two straps and fastened them to the front buckles as well, leaving me with three straps through my crotch—one through my new "pussy" and the others on either side.
"Mistress, please! Do they have to be so tight? They're cutting me in half!" I had finally gotten up the courage to say something.
"SILENCE! Here I thought you were going to be a good girl… But I guess we'll have to gag that pretty mouth of yours anyway."
"Here Monique, I found this hanging on the wall. Let's see how it works on Pamela."
Sabina handed her a metal contraption consisting of two contoured bars that were hinged together. Monique forced me to open my mouth and inserted the device in back of my teeth. She then pressed the ends together on either side of my head until an audible click was heard. My mouth was jacked open to its limit. My jaws immediately ached and drool began to run down my chin.
"Aaahhh, aaohhh, aaahhh." I shook my head and groaned in futile protest, knowing I would not be able to expel the metal intruder.
"You made a good choice, Sabina. It's always been one of my favorites. She's unable to speak and helpless to prevent the insertion of anything into her mouth." Monique inserted her fingers to demonstrate. "These hinges are made of high alloy steel and I assure you she won't be able to break them. Now, let's put this glove on her."
Sabina unlocked the cuffs from my wrists but left the ones on my upper arms in place. I tried briefly to remove the steel bit in my mouth but the cuffs prevented it. They quickly jerked my arms behind my back and inserted them into a red leather single sleeve up to my elbows. Once the elbow cuffs were removed, Monique pulled the sleeve all the way up and laced it as tight as my arms would allow. Sabina fastened the straps at the top of the sleeve around my shoulders insuring that it could not slip off.
Meanwhile, Kay appeared with a pair of red patent oxford high heels. She slipped off my conventional pumps and put my left foot into one of the shoes. The sole was contoured into a ballet arch and the heel was at least 7" high. When she was done with the laces, I could tell that all of my weight would be concentrated on my toes when the second shoe was in place. Kay knew this as well and, with Sabina's help, lowered me to a sitting position on the carpet before putting on the second shoe.
I tried my best to keep my weight off the dildo by raising my rump with my imprisoned hands. With my legs stretched out before me, I got a very good look at the severe arch of the ballet shoes. I had hopes they wouldn't make me stand in them but experience told me that wouldn't be very likely.
Monique had positioned two steel cable winches over me and lowered their hooks to the floor. She passed one of the cables behind the sleeve and hooked it to a ring at the back of my waist belt. The other cable was attached to a ring at the bottom of the single sleeve. Then she put a broad, stiff leather collar around my neck which forced my head up and severely limited my ability to look around.
While Monique installed the collar, Sabina strapped my legs together at the ankles and just above the knees. She clipped a stout 6" long chain to a ring at the front of my collar and pulled on it until the other end could be clipped to a ring on the strap at my knees. My nylon covered knees were now crushed against my latex covered chest.
Monique activated the winches one at a time in a series of short lifts until I was perched on the ballet boots in a bent over, squatting position. My arms extended behind me parallel to the floor, putting a great strain on my shoulders. The tension of the cable at my waist further embedded the intruder in my ass and my pointed toes supported most of my weight. When I tried to relieve the tension in my arms, my toes hurt. When I tried to take some weight off my feet, my shoulders hurt and the dildo penetrated deeper. How long would they leave me like this? I remembered Monique telling Alex that she would have to stay in the chair a couple of hours and that was only one-half hour ago.
Did they really intend me to stay like this for one and one-half hours? I couldn't! My body wouldn't take it. I wasn't as flexible as Tammy or Susie. Didn't they know that? "Aaahhh, Aaahhh," I groaned. They didn't pay any attention as all three Mistresses left the room turning off the light as they departed. I was left in total darkness and severe discomfort with the steady drip, drip, drip of my drool hitting my knees.
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Pamela’s Story – 9 · Part 2 (2/2)
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