Tamara's Extreme Bondage
Part 7
The cold smooth walls remained far beyond her useless, encased hands and the
only result of her flailing was that she made the dildo embedded in her loins
surge very uncomfortably, disciplining her by its mere presence.
From the comfort of his chair behind the desk, he watched calmly while the steel
plates slowly closed until only the thrumming chain from the ceiling hoist was
visible in the upper part of the dungeon. He studied it intently for a moment,
then took a thick bolt from the desk drawer, got out of his chair and with it
gripped loosely in his hand, walked over to the chain. It was but a second's
work to slip the bolt through a pre-positioned link then he returned to the
desk. Touching a button briefly, he lowered the hoist until the bolt snapped
into a deep depression at the centre of the plates, then returned to the now
slack upper chain. The quick-link loosened easily, leaving the freed chain to
swing slowly back and forth for a moment before hanging motionless above the
steel plates. A moment later he had dragged a large rug over the entire area,
completely concealing it. No one would ever know, if he ever had visitors to
this private area of the house, that beneath the rug there was an utterly
helpless and controlled prisoner. Back at the desk he rewound the chain until it
disappeared into the upper gloom, then studied the monitor, observing Tamara's
futile struggles.
Within the dimly-lit well she continued to thrash madly against the constriction
and captivity of her harness and the overwhelming compression of her rubber
Discipline Suit; begging piteously into her gag to be freed. Unseen tears
trickled from each of her eyes, isolated within their soft and slightly
uncomfortable rubber cups while she tried to cry out around the horrid tube down
her throat. For an eternity she hung waiting, terrified of what was to come and
staring hungrily upwards at the dim light that faintly illuminated the underside
of the steel cap at the top of her concrete cell. Tamara became desperate for
any kind of proof of her existence beyond the sensations cascading into her mind
from her cocooned and bound body and at that moment would have done anything to
get out of her fix. She was not to be allowed that option..
A moment later she felt more than heard a small click somewhere on her helmet.
Instantly, the lenses and outer bubble over her staring, fear-dilated eyes
returned to their normal state of opacity and mirror-like finish on the outer
sides. Under the lenses and face-plate, she was immediately plunged into utter
blackness and a strangled shriek pulsed her securely collared throat; but of
course didn't emerge from beneath the encapsulation of her head, let alone
escape around the horribly intrusive tube in her throat! She struggled with
renewed terror, trying instinctively to pull her hands free of their restraints
and tear away the awful things locked onto and into her head and face. Only
inches long jerks were permitted.
Belatedly, she realized that she hadn't told anybody of her whereabouts!
Absolutely no one knew where she was! She'd told all of her friends that she was
embarking on an extended trip to Central America and wouldn't be back for a
couple of months, or maybe even a couple of years "Oh, God!" she tried to scream
with mounting horror; struggling desperately to keep a grip on her sanity within
the silent and claustrophobic blackness. Her discomfort and the rapidly realized
horror of her situation soon began to overwhelm her thoughts and her mind turned
into a whirling maelstrom of concentrated fear. More tears sprang from her eyes
and trickled down the rubber mask clamped and glued to her face; but even these
were totally invisible, thanks to the opaqued bubble over her face. Tamara
jerked despairingly at her fastenings, gasping and gagging on the throat tube
whenever she tried to scream or beg. Finally, her brain was bombarded with the
crash of heavy static when the plugs locked into her ears were turned on, and
she shook her head uselessly to escape the painful noise. His voice began to
whisper quietly and ominously to her.
"Well, Tamara! Now I've got you right where I've wanted you for some time. Let's
get clear on a few things. This time you and I are not indulging in a 'play'
session. This is for real, and from now on, for you, how you shall live your
life! I know all about your screwing around on me, you bitch! I've got all the
dates, times, and places on record and now it's time to pay the piper. That's
me."
He spoke calmly enough, and that frightened her immensely. She knew, when his
voice became almost that flat monotone, that she was in deep trouble. Inside the
concrete tube she twisted and turned around the axis of her suspending chain and
the strap locked to the tip of the horrid 'Bar between her legs, trying, in true
terror now, to beg his forgiveness; but utterly unable to utter a sound while he
continued.
"Just so that you don't get any false hopes, little Love Bird, here is what you
have as a situation to contemplate. First of all, you're hanging inside a
special discipline cell which, itself, is beneath a secret underground room
behind the house. I've taken great pains to ensure that no one knows that this
room or the silo exists, or that you're in there! Ah yes ... the reason you're
in The Suit and the situation you are now? One word, Slut! Discipline!
"I really don't care how you feel about your coming 'lessons' and punishment
Tamara, and I don't intend to have you making any noise about or during them
either! Now or in the future. That's one of the reasons you're wearing that
special mask and mouth-filler."
Her tongue suddenly spasmed horribly! Painful electrical impulses surged back
and forth through it from the electrodes in the gag-pad and her throat convulsed
with strangled shrieks of pain and outrage! These though, were still-born. Other
electrodes, pressed firmly against her throat on the inner side of the steel
collar, also came to life, immobilizing her vocal chords!
"See how that little part of your Training Equipment works? I was getting a tad
fed up with your unceasing demands and bitching Tamara, and those particular
sets of electrodes are going to ensure that you learn to speak only when spoken
to. From now on, they'll always be waiting for you to try, and when you do,
they'll discipline you like they just did, plus add-in some other areas that you
definitely won't like. Of course, I can activate them any time I feel the urge,
also. Not to worry, Tamara! You'll soon discover the capabilities of all the
other stuff you've been fitted with." he continued, observing her struggles. The
infra-red sensitive TV cameras in the silo displayed them clearly on the monitor
in front of him. "Eventually, maybe in three months or so; I'll give you a
little freedom; but in the meantime, you'd better get used to wearing your
Discipline Suit, and to your new way of life.
"Now ... as to the rest of the equipment that you've been fitted with... Tamara,
you're going to live in your Suit for the foreseeable future. It's equipped with
a whole shit-load of sensors and electrodes all over the inner side, and I can
activate any and/or all of them at my convenience. But then again, as time goes
on, maybe I'll just have the computer do it for me as I've whomped up some dandy
programs to train and generally keep you busy during this initial phase of your
correction and re-education. I guess you could say that they're designed to make
you into an utterly obedient slave girl through the use of Aversion Therapy."
As he spoke the last words her rectal dildo suddenly unleashed a series of
agonizing bolts of electricity. She leapt wildly against her chains, screaming
incoherently. "No! NO! NOOOOOOOO!!!" she tried to howl in protest; twisting and
thrashing frenziedly against her bindings. Inside the blackness of her helmet;
torrents of unseen tears spilled from her eyes. Now she realized just how angry
he must be to have gone to these lengths. "Oh, ppllleasssse!! Godddd! No.
Nooooo!!" The tube down her throat stopped all of her attempts at speech.
"On to other areas of interest, Tamara! You won't be spending all of your time
in the silo, I assure you. While you're awake you'll do a lot of it on the
treadmill, exercising while I'm out of the house or otherwise occupied. You'll
occasionally get to spend some time in your new bed and you may be interested to
learn that the dildo you're now wearing has a number of ... for you ... very
unpleasant capabilities. Not only will it give you a royal screwing, to remind
you that I don't like having a female of mine messing around on me; but its also
been equipped with electrodes that will be activated at the most opportune
times." he stated. Tamara cringed within herself in stark terror of what could
be done to her most sensitive and now totally vulnerable, penetrated femaleness.
"Also, the one that currently resides in your behind will give you some other
unpleasant surprises; but you'll find out about them soon enough!" Another
series of horribly painful shocks pulsed through her bowels and she
automatically tried to scream and writhe away from them, only to have her tongue
and nipples lashed with other incredibly painful electrical pulses.
"Another thing you've got waiting, if you're ever released from your Suit,
Tamara, is a permanently fitted, steel Chastity Belt and Bra! These will be worn
in conjunction with your new disciplining choker posture collar, wrist cuffs,
and ankle cuffs. None of that equipment comes off, Tamara, ever. They're already
here and waiting for you.
"From now on you'll always be kept completely subject to my wishes, even if
you're not chained and on your leash; and that's also now a permanent part of
your new regime. I intend to keep you restrained and leashed at all times, from
this point forward. Both the Chastity Belt and your rather specialized Bra are
remotely controllable, and if you don't do as you're supposed to, or get slow or
sloppy; they'll shock you quite personally and painfully until you comply. Of
course, your collar will be ever watchful if you try to make any noise and
prevent you from speaking or screaming! Great, isn't it? You can be severely
disciplined and no one will be the wiser because you'll be unable to speak or
make any noise. It doesn't care if you whimper, speak or scream. It just reacts
to your attempts. This equipment you'll soon have to wear is not very nice to
the female who has to bear it, as you'll find out soon enough. Anyway, enough of
that for the moment. You'll find out all about your newest clothing and
costuming in due course.
"You're going to be kept there in the silo for your introductory session for a
long time, Tamara." he stated unfeelingly. "Seeing as how it's nearly eleven pm
now, I'm going to put you on the automatic discipline program, then go up and
catch the news and hit the pit for the night. I'll be talking to you again in
the morning. Enjoy your first night here, Cheating Slave Girl."
With that, her headphones went completely silent and Tamara was alone in endless
blackness and utter silence, waiting, filled with near hysterical panic and
dread of what was to going to happen to her next. Above in the dungeon proper,
her Master tapped the 'Start' command for the programs that would train and
discipline her into the keyboard, then sat back and watched the large TV monitor
with interest.
