Fugue Angela was somewhat relieved. Missy and Ellie had finally gotten tired after fucking her relentlessly for hours and unlocked Angela from the wall, unwired her breasts and placed her in a much more comfortable bondage for the night. This consisted of a large box, with a hole for her neck and another for her waist, into which she was locked. Inside the box was soft padding, which contoured to Angela's body as Missy and Ellie closed it up. Although it held her just as tightly as did the other devices, Angela found this a relief after the tape and handcuffs. After locking it shut, Missy unlocked the handcuffs from Angela's ankles, and led her into a small room with just a cot and a mirror. Missy sat Angela down on the bed and began to remove the tape binding her shoes on her. She looked up into Angela's eyes and said "You're a very sexy slave." "Thank you mistress" Angela replied. Missy peeled off the last of the tape, and unstrapped the high-heels from her feet. Angela sighed with relief. Missy smiled and massaged Angela's feet. "Don't worry baby, you'll get used to them." Missy began to massage higher on Angela's legs, first her calves, kneading the soreness from her slender muscles, then sliding her hands up onto her knees, then her thighs, rubbing gently over the welts left from Angela's whipping. Every time Missy's hands slid over them, Angela moaned with pain, as they still burned when touched. But the burning went deeper, into a kind of pleasure she hadn't experienced before. Angela's face was a mixture of pain and excitement. Missy saw this, smiled, and continued to rub the welts gently. Angela slowly spread her legs, finding that despite her exhaustion from the day's torments, she was horny again. Missy's hands slid up higher and higher on Angela's thighs, above the tops of her stockings to the soft bare skin, then almost to her wet panties... Missy laughed, stood up, and walked out. "Good night." She said. Angela moaned in frustration. She heard the door lock, and struggled in the box. She couldn't reach her breasts, and couldn't reach outside to her pussy. She tried to find a way to hump the cot, but the box made it too awkward. Finally, she drifted off to sleep, thinking haphazard thoughts of tight handcuffs and large vibrators... Rested and refreshed, Missy prepared Angela for a new day. She removed the box from her body and Missy instructed her to put on the clothes she had laid out for her; consisting of some red stockings and a garter belt, a red g-string, and a pair of black boots with 6" heels, with a laced-up miniskirt topping of the outfit. When she was finished dressing, Missy held up an armbinder. "Put your arms behind you," she said. Angela obeyed and Missy slipped the binder over them. She then buckled the straps across her chest to hold it up, and began to lace up the binder. "Mmmm, I'm going to lace your arms up until your elbows touch baby." Angela moaned as she felt her arms pulled together tighter and tighter. She tested the strength of the armbinder by pulling against it when Missy was finishing tying off the laces. She could barely move her arms. The tightness of the binder forced her to arch her back and stick out her tits, apparently just what Missy wanted. She walked around to face Angela. "Today you're going to play a game with another girl. She has been very bad lately, and needs some reinforcement of her training. I'm going to chain those pretty ankles again, and bring you to a special room I've had built just for these games. It is filled with mirrors, which serve several purposes. The first is so that slave girls can observe activities from every angle, a useful option when a girl is locked in stocks, or hanging spreadeagle by her ankles, or in some other difficult position. The second purpose is to video record these sessions. Some of the many mirrors each conceal a camera to record the session. I think I'll film your session today." And with that, Missy snapped a pair of handcuffs shut on Angela's ankles again, tied strings to her nipples, and used them to lead her into the mirrored room. Angela walked carefully, a bit more experienced now in the art of hobbling in high heels with a short chain restraining her ankles. Missy still forced her to hurry a bit, walking just fast enough that the string on her nipples was pulled taut. She led Angela into the mirrored room, which was about 20'x20', and had only a low double bed set up in one corner. Attached to the floor, walls and ceiling at many points were rings, and a few pulleys were hanging from the ceiling. Missy sat Angela down on the bed, walked out, and returned a moment later with an elaborate gag. Angela, having learned her lesson about obeying Missy, submissively opened her mouth to recieve the bit. Her eyes widened when she saw how large it was, but she didn't resist. The hard rubber bit was placed in her mouth, and it was covered by a large square of leather, which was in turn secured with straps wrapped under her chin, around her neck, and over the top of her head. Missy padlocked the gag shut, and then sat back on the bed and smiled. She untied the strings from Angela's nipples, and massaged them for a moment. They immediately got hard. "We're almost ready, Angie. What we need now is to see these breasts tightly bound. Aha! I know just the thing." Angela shook her head and whimpered again, couldn't Missy see that she still had marks from the wire used on them just yesterday? Missy produced a roll of masking tape, and proceeded to wrap Angela's breasts around the base several times each, so they jutted up a bit. When she was finished, she sat back and gazed at Angela's breasts, appraising them. Missy nodded, stood up and smoothed her dress, and began to walk out. Angela sighed with relief. Just as she was about to walk out the door though, Missy stopped and turned around. "Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing! Come here Angela!" She demanded. Angela struggled up to a standing position from the bed, and hobbled over to where Missy stood. Missy was holding four small, thick rubber bands on one finger. "Do you know what these are for?" Missy asked. Angela nodded and stuck out her breasts, dreading and yet eager to see the way her breasts looked with the rubber bands on them. Missy held one rubber band open with both hands, and slid it over Angela's breast, then allowed it to squeeze. The first one wasn't too bad, but two together squeezed her tit very tightly. Missy placed two rubber bands on Angela's other breast as well. She then smiled and pinched the poor girl's nipples gently, "That's perfect. By the way, Ellie suggested I do this to you." And with that, she walked out. Unsure of what to do, Angela hobbled across the room and sat down on the bed again. Her nipples were already throbbing, and her breasts felt like balloons. Again she was stifled in her efforts to touch herself, as the arm binder encased her hands completely. She tried though. She slid back on the bed into the corner, where she could lean against the wall, and pulled up her legs. She looked down at her legs, excited by how sexy they looked in the handcuffs. She found that she could fold her legs up underneath her ass, so the heels from her boots felt like a thin dildo. She was just getting the hang of it, and getting very excited, when the door to the room opened again, and in hobbled another woman. She was wearing the same shoes that had been taped on Angela all day yesterday, and they were taped on her feet her ankles were locked in slender handcuffs, and she was only wearing black stockings and panties. She had a very voluptuous body, with wide hips tapering to a slender waist and then up to large, full breasts. And her entire upper body, from her shoulders to her hips, was encased in red tape, except for her breasts, which were wrapped at the base so they jutted out and were a bit blue. There was a mask covering part of her head, blindfolding her, but there was no mistaking the long, blonde hair cascading down her back. It was Ellie.