The Frustration Factor · Part 2 (2/3)
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One look and I made a trip to the kitchen for a tray of ice cubes. After initially becoming as hard as the top end of a pencil from the cold the right nipple eventually contracted enough and I covered it with one of the adhesive pads. Making sure the fine wire at the pad’s tip was clear (these were not micro transmitters) I used surgical tape to lock it in place. The hard rubber cup engulfed the swollen breast but left a good inch of space around it as it curled in and I could attach it to the clamp around the base of her tit.
No matter how Amanda managed to move the sensitive breast and nipple would not find any friction against the cover.
The other breast received the same treatment and then I moved to the end of the table to release the brackets holding the stocks against the table. Snapping two light chains from a ceiling pulley through ring bolts at either end of the stocks I pulled up until her legs were almost vertical. After anchoring the ends of the chains I studied the neatly shaved crotch and two lovely shaped globes of her buttocks that presented themselves to me.
Picking up the next item I leaned over Amanda’s face and held it where she could see.
“Now I don’t want you to get all excited over this next step because it’s for hygiene not your enjoyment OK?”
The bullet shaped smooth rubber butt plug was only five inches long but it had some special features that were not immediately noticeable.
I moved back between her legs where the now wide eyed and moaning girl could no longer see me but she certainly could feel what I was doing. That was to pull another of the latex gloves on my right hand, squeeze a nice big dollop of lubricant on my fingers, and work it inside Amanda’s puckered rosebud.
First one finger slipped in and then out to be replaced with two then without any further warning I settled the head of the plug at her opening with my left hand and pushed. There was some minimal resistance as it passed her sphincter but nothing that stopped the toy until it was three quarters buried.
Peeling off the glove I used a piece of toweling to wipe the end of the plug and the excess lubricant off her skin then, holding the protruding part with my left hand, unscrewed the base of the plug with my right. Attached to the base was the inside of the plug including the smooth bullet shaped head and left inside Amanda’s back passage was the outer sleeve which now had an opening at both ends.
The hollow hard rubber T shaped piece I screwed back on the end of the plug had a small tube jutting up from the top that was the leg of the tee; the tube that was the top branch of the tee was wider and had a shut off valve at the end opposite the one attached to the plug.
At the sink against the wall of my dungeon I filled an enema bag with a warm and fairly gentle solution then hung it from one of the ring bolts on the stocks holding her legs up in the air. The supply hose from the bag attached to the small tube and, after making sure the shut off on the T was closed I opened the tap allowing the contents of the bag to flow inside Amanda.
From under the table I pulled a corrugated rubber hose and screwed it to the rubber tee, the other end was connected directly to a floor drain. It would be some time before it was needed.
I checked that Amanda was breathing without difficulty then connected an alarm to the equipment monitoring her respiration. With a small radio receiver for the alarm clipped in my left ear I turned on the video camera that I could access anywhere in the house and went to make myself some well deserved lunch.
Meter Level Four:
Just over an hour later I returned to remove the empty enema bag and cap the end of the tube into the butt plug. Opening the shut off valve I activated a very gentle suction to help Amanda get rid of the contents of her lower bowels. That done I disconnected the hose and slid a longer insert through the sleeve of the butt plug and screwed it in place. There was a wire coming from the base of the new plug and, when connected, it would allow me to control the various features of the new insert.
I watched the gauges as I ran a fingertip through the slit of her vagina and noticed two things. The needles jumped and Amanda was wet! I was going to have to be very careful with this girl because it didn’t seem to matter what (ever) I did to her it got her aroused.
Moving quickly I lubricated and inserted a catheter allowing her bladder to drain in to a bowl. I dumped the contents down the drain and then set the bowl in the sink to wash later. Pinching off the end of the catheter tube I let it hang for a minute while I wiped the skin dry around her clitoris and covered it with another of the adhesive pads.
The large rubber dildo was covered in hard nubs but slid easily up inside Amanda and I used three small rubber clamps to close the outer lips of her vagina over its base.
I loosened the strap across her body and gave several quick pulls on the chains from the ceiling pulley. As the stocks holding her ankles rose higher they pulled Amanda’s buttocks off the table.
I fed the catheter tube and the wires from the butt plug, dildo and clit pad through a small opening in the shaped plastic cover of a chastity belt. Setting it in place covering her crotch completely I locked the belt around her waist and then pulled hard on the straps through her ass cheeks and up to the front of the belt.
Making sure the end of catheter tube was pinched closed I taped it to the top of her thigh then gathered the three wires and taped them, along with the ones from her nipples, to her chest above the waist belt. The wires were colour coded so I knew which one went where.
I lowered the stocks allowing Amanda to again lie flat on the table then ran a strap across her legs just above the knees and removed the stocks completely. They had more than done their job.
Turning my attention to her legs I had a look at the crimson toe nails and determined that I didn’t need to cut them back. I forced an ankle length ballet boot on her right foot laced it tightly then locked the ankle strap with a tiny padlock.
After I installed the left boot in a similar manner I took more straps and bound her ankles together then her legs just below and above the knees and finally a very tight one around her upper legs. That practically embedded the cover of the chastity belt between her thighs and made it even more immoveable.
I repositioned Amanda’s arms so that they were above her head with the mitt rings tied to one of the ring bolts at the center of the end of the table; she was in no position to struggle.
From the closet against the dungeon wall I selected a heavy leather body sheath and worked it under her by rolling her body first on one side and then the other. When she was flat on her back again with the sheath underneath her from armpits to ankles I settled down to the long job of lacing it closed.
At the start of the process there seemed to be yards and yards of laces but, gradually, as I worked my way up her legs they became easier to handle. When I reached her upper thighs I fed the catheter drain through a small metal rimmed opening after making sure there were no kinks in the tubing.
Continuing with the lacing I paused again just above her waist to pull the various wires through a space between the laces; and to rest. The constant strain to get the laces tight enough to close the sheath until the edges met was tiring and I worked my fingers to stop them cramping.
I tied off the laces just above her encased breasts and tucked the remaining short ends under the edge of the leather. I replaced the strap across her waist to hold her to down securely.
Now I used one of the other features of my table and held down a button on the side. The legs at the end with Amanda’s arms and head released from their bases and a single larger leg under the center of the table started to extend. At the same time the ones at her feet retracted until the toes of the ballet boots nearly touched the floor. Lifting my finger locked it in that position.
Reaching behind her head I unbuckled the gag strap and then got a fingernail under the tape and quickly peeled it off her mouth.
“Now Amanda, I’m going to take that plug out of your mouth and give you a drink so don’t start acting up with me or I’ll just let you remain thirsty. Understand?”
Her head was about the only thing left she could move and it slowly nodded. I got a finger under the plug and held a piece of towel under her chin as I pulled it out. The towel caught the drool that came out as well and she worked her jaws to relieve the stiffness.
I held the end of a straw in a bottle of sports drink to her lips and she drew in a little of the fluid and then a larger mouthful. When that was swallowed she started swearing at me and I let the tirade go on while I picked out a new gag.
A sharp slap across her face stopped the flow of words for one stunned moment and I took advantage of it to force the large shaped rubber form behind her teeth.
This one held her teeth apart and had a hole through the center. I screwed a short piece of tubing in the hole then pulled her lips together around it with a few pieces of narrow surgical tape.
“I’m so sorry you’re not enjoying the first few hours of the next couple of months Amanda and I’m afraid it is going to get much worse before it gets any better for you.”
I grinned at the helpless girl and then gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
Meter Level Five:
With the table back in a horizontal position I started to work on her arms. They were already stretched above her head and I strapped the kid covered wrists together then untied the mitt rings from the end of the table. Using a soft, wide leather strap I pulled her upper arms together until the forearms were touching.
A single arm binder is usually used with the hands down behind the back but this one I had designed to completely encase the arms in the overhead position and fit down behind the head. Its lower hem could then be laced to the top of the body sheath completely encasing the girl in tight black leather.
Fitting the sheath over Amanda’s kid covered fists I pulled it in position and then started lacing it tightly around her arms and down to the back of her neck. There it split to each side of her neck and I continued to tighten the laces that now joined it to the sheath, rolling her from side to side as needed. Now the only skin showing below her head was a V shaped opening under her chin.
The two tiny speakers were shaped just like hearing aids and completely filled each of Amanda’s ears then I had to work quite hard to get a tight rubber scuba diver’s helmet over her head. That left just the oval of her face uncovered but the helmet was a bit too small around her neck and I quickly worked one half of a hard plastic throat protector under the front. The other half took some doing but I got it under the rubber at the back of her head and the two pieces snapped together with enough clearance to stop any interference with her breathing. The black rubber of the helmet covered the clear plastic and, since the leather of the arm binder behind it tilted her head slightly forwards, her face presented its self for the final touches.
The second helmet was shaped more like a full face gas mask and had several features that made it very useful. Before fitting it over Amanda’s face I settled a leather gag strap over the taped lips and made sure that the small open ring in the middle of it settled around the plug in the center of the gag. After tightening it securely behind her head I made sure the mask was in exactly the right position and then pulled at the four head straps to lock it over her face.
There were two thick shutters that could be closed over her eyes, air could flow easily through the grill under her nose and there was an opening that lined up with the center of the gag.
Looking into her eyes I triggered the mic in my hand and spoke to the rigidly encased girl. “It’s time for you to relax for a while Amanda. Maybe an hour or maybe four or five; when I close the shutters over your eyes you will not be able to tell just how much time has passed because your last connection to outside stimuli will be gone. The speakers will be silent and you cannot speak. Any movement is impossible and every type of sexual sensation will be non-existent. Have fun alone with your thoughts Amanda.”
I closed the eye covers and shut down the microphone and then settled back on the stool and watched the monitors.
Naturally enough there were a few sharp movements of the needles but that, I knew, was fear. Then, as her breathing slowed becoming more shallow and regular, the readings settled and remained steady in the lower quadrant.
Without disturbing or touching the leather covered form I connected the thin wires to the computer but didn’t turn anything on; that was for the next step in a few hours.
Meter Level Six:
When I came back after four hours I had relaxed, eaten and then picked one of my favorite outfits for entering and then enjoying my Domme mind space. The dress was a creamy milk chocolate colored light brown leather and clung to my figure from its high neck to just below my knees. The long sleeves ended in attached kid gloves that left just my fingertips back to the first knuckle uncovered to allow the tactile touch I would savor handling the leather covered form of Amanda. The front closing of the dress was designed with buttons every four inches covered in darker brown leather. The wide belt cinching my waist and the stiletto heeled boots with five inch heels matched the buttons, as did the wide buckle that closed the mandarin collar under my chin.
I had done my hair in a French braid and my makeup was just slightly on the exotic side. No one would see me but that was not the point. I felt perfectly dressed for the occasion and comfortably ready to move Amanda along with her training.
The wheeled table with the consoles showing the meter readings also held a twenty four inch colour television and DVD player and I moved it to a position halfway down the left side of the table. Adjusting a comfortable Captain’s chair to just the right height on the opposite side of the table I settled myself in it and picked up the multi buttoned controller for the systems I was going to use.
The first thing I did was study the current readings and found them still hardly moving in the lower quadrants of the dials. That suggested to me that Amanda was either dozing or actually asleep.
Selecting the appropriate button I held it down for just two seconds and got an immediate reaction from both the meter needles and the very slight stiffening of the leather encased form. That little burst had gone to the pad over her clitoris and I guessed that another reaction to it would be for her to open her eyes inside the darkness of the helmet covering them; so I gave them something to look at!
Another button activated the DVD player and the feed to the screens inside the virtual reality lenses. I watched what Amanda was seeing on the screen of the television. I was very familiar with the video because I had produced and directed it with two very good friends playing the leads.
It was basically a teasing lesbian strip show but, in this case, they started fully dressed as if for a walk in a snow storm. Both girls were very attractive, although at the start it was hard to tell, and in their mid twenties. As they slowly walked towards each other they were wearing belted and hooded leather coats, high heeled boots, kid gloves and scarves around their necks and lower faces.
Stopping in front of each other both girls reached out and slowly unwound the scarf from the others face and neck, letting them drop to the ground, and moving even closer to touch tongues before embracing and gently kissing. Holding the kiss they peeled back the hoods of the coats and then start to undress each other.
A quick look at the meters showed me that I had Amanda’s attention so I activated a very slight sensation to her nipples, clit and the two inserts.
Back on the screen the leather coats had been discarded and each girl now had her kid gloved hands under the thick sweater the other was wearing; the kisses had become just a little more aggressive.
Amanda’s readings were now swinging around the four to five level and, as the girls on the screen stopped kissing just long enough to peel the sweaters off over the other’s head revealing two sets of very impressive naked breasts, I nudged the feed to her toys up another notch.
It was very obvious from the spike in the meter readings that I had Amanda’s complete attention. She didn’t know it but her little romp in the hay a few days ago was the last time she would be interested in making love, no it wasn’t love with her just sex, to anyone other than another female. This was the start of a one hundred and eighty degree turn in the life of the self centered bitch who was now completely under my control.
The needles had swung up into the ten or eleven range before they settled back again at around eight so I let things continue.
On the screen the still lip locked girls were now chest to chest as they fumbled behind the other’s back with the zippers of the knee length black leather pencil skirts each was wearing.
As the fastenings were opened both skirts slid down to reveal a pair of glistening shaven crotches and two things happened.
The needles on the meters all swung to touch the twelve mark and, instantly, all the systems stopped and the television screen went blank.
This was a pre-programmed reaction to the readings. When I had recorded Amanda’s orgasm, and established the baseline for it, I programmed the baseline as fifteen on all the equipment. But, for the time being, everything was automatically shut down whenever the system hit twelve.
That was to be Amanda’s frustration level until I decided differently.
Meter Level Seven:
I let her rest for nearly an hour before I tilted the table almost upright again and opened the feeding tube through the gag. They say that the banana is the world’s most perfect food and that with them and fresh water a human could live for years. I didn’t intend to do that to her but for the next little while she was going to survive on just that diet. If you throw a couple of bananas in a high speed blender they almost liquefy; add a touch of sugar and some milk and you have just what is needed, along with some water, to keep someone in Amanda’s position healthy for at least a couple of days. Once she was fed I lowered the table again and, after stroking just about every inch of the taut leather encasing her with my fingertips, reset the alarms and went to bed.
Some hours later I stood beside her again, this time dressed in a big white terry towel robe and a pair of warm, furry slippers, sipping on a large mug of coffee. Hey even Dommes have their down time and who was to see me out of my working clothes?
All the needles were still and Amanda’s respiration and pulse rate told me she was asleep so I took my coffee and went to make her some breakfast which, unfortunately for her, would be exactly the same as her dinner the previous evening.
Just to get in, at least partially, the right mood I changed into a tight fitting sweater and knee length black leather skirt. Comfortable black pumps had only a three inch heel and my coffee mug was full again.
The meters showed Amanda waking up as soon as I started the table moving in to the almost upright position. The first thing I did was to attach a disposable bag to the catheter tube and open the valve. The quantity and colour of the discharge told me that she was well hydrated. A really bright yellow would have meant she had not been getting enough liquid.
After closing the valve and getting rid of the bag I washed my hands and then opened the feed tube in the gag. I gave Amanda, well her stomach anyway, about half an hour to let breakfast settle then lowered the table back to fully horizontal and we began the exercise in frustration all over again.
A quick burst on her clit to get her attention and then the DVD started again at the beginning. Between monitoring the meter readings and watching the two lovely girls undress each other I sipped my coffee and relaxed in the comfortable captain’s chair.
With just two little tweaks on the controls to her nipples and crotch Amanda made it to the point where the two girls were naked, except for the kid gloves and their boots, before the meters peaked again to the twelve level and the system shut down immediately. About twenty minutes had elapsed from start to finish of the session.
It took quite a while for Amanda to settle down again and I waited patiently enjoying imagining what was going on in her mind. By lunch time I had taken her through two more sessions and, on the first one, she got to the point where the video showed the girls reaching the stage of a lovely sixty-nine dressed still in just boots and kid leather gloves.
Then, on the next one, she hardly made it to the point where they took off the sweaters before the system peaked and shut down. Her reactions had been much more rapid than I had expected and I considered a change of plans. I now realized that I had her lovely body to a point of sensitivity, which would require very careful handling. Despite the monitoring, with the slightest wrong touch by me on any one of her erogenous zones, she might just reach the pinnacle, and get over it, for the satisfaction I was determined she should not get – yet!
I couldn’t take the chance so I shut down everything except the video. Watching her leather encased chest carefully I waited until the two lesbians got to a scene that made her start to breathe more quickly and deeply than she would in a relaxed state.
