Archive-name: Changes/pamela9.txt Archive-author: Pamela (tv) Archive-title: Pamela's Story - 9 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. If I were you, I'd make a concerted effort to be on my best behavior." Sabina directed her last comment to Susie and me. 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. 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. Comments or suggestions welcome. E-Mail Pamela Phillips. --