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PART 4

 

 

 

Saturday came and I met up in town with Vivienne. I was aching from my second class the previous night and my feet were sore from rubbing in my dancing boots. I had whined a little to Vivienne and she had told me ruefully,

 

'A lady never complains about her feet, Anita. It is most unbecoming and very common. Your feet will toughen up soon, don't worry; so stick with it but don’t complain'

 

I had nodded like a scolded puppy. I was wearing my high-heeled boots and they were aggravating the same spots with every step. I had smiled said, 'Yes, Vivienne', and put on a brave face for the rest of the day imagining the size of my blisters and quietly dreaming about a foot bath. She had to sort out some business at an estate agent's and with her lawyers to start with so I had to follow her for that; thankfully it passed very quickly and without too much walking.

 

She came through with the goods in the end though, like I knew she would. She steered me towards a spectacular short, black, strapless cocktail dress in a small designer boutique tucked away down a side street. I almost cried when I put it on and saw myself; I looked like a film star. It was the kind of thing I had never worn before. At three hundred pounds I didn't think twice about not buying it, I owed it to myself to have it. She even said she'd lend me some proper jewellery to make it work. She was like the big sister I had never had, the perfect big sister who made everything all right. She helped me pick out a pair of sexy dress-sandals to go with it and then packed me off home to relax and get myself ready for my big date.

 

 

It was later that night that I reached what I now know to be my all time high. I will never feel like that again now and I've lost count of the nights I've gone to sleep crying at that thought. It pains me to have to recall how I felt then and how I can never feel like that again.

 

I had spent the afternoon readying myself. I took a lovely, sensual bath with fragrant oils, followed by full skin treatment with soft moisturizing lotions. I got my nails, hair and makeup looking absolutely perfect. Put on suspenders and black stockings. Zipped up my lovely new dress, almost shivering as the cool satin lining closed around my body to sit firmly about my increasingly slender waist. I slid my richly painted, stockinged toes into my strappy stilettos; my heels almost wobbling high over the tiny points; and fastened the skinny straps snugly round my ankles. A week ago and I would have quaked at the idea of having to walk in them, but by that time I was confident and thought that I would be taking very delicate, ladylike steps. Mercifully the straps avoided the key areas that had been rubbing all day, although had they not I would have worn them without complaint and suffered silently, as a lady.

 

I then sat down at my dresser and took the box that Vivienne had lent me. She had said that the contents were worth 'a lot' of money and that I was to take exceptional care of them. I carefully opened the box and looked inside. There was a pearl choker wrapped around a purple velvet ring. I unfastened it and lifted it up, feeling the weight. It was stunningly beautiful, it had three lines of well sized pearls all strung together fastening with a clip at the back. At the front of the choker was a dazzling piece of cut onyx, shiny and black, surrounded by an elaborate pattern of diamonds set in gold. It felt like it was all real, the highest quality, not an imitation, it must have been worth an absolute fortune. I was transfixed. Slowly I clicked open the fastening and drew it up to my neck, feeling excited as the cold inside fell against me, arousing me slightly. I moved my hands around behind me, encircling my throat with the pearls until I could slide the mating fastenings together and they clicked home. It stayed comfortably halfway up my neck, around almost the narrowest part. I took the matching earrings from the box and put them on too. Then I looked at myself.

 

I felt incredible. Elegant; sexy; beautiful; I felt fantastic, like I could take on the world. I put on some perfume and stood up and admired myself in the long mirror. I felt so glamorous. I posed, like I was in a society magazine. I poured a glass of wine and waited for my date to come. I felt beautiful and in control. I felt like I looked a million dollars. I paced around a little to get used to the shoes and then the doorbell rang. I put down my glass and answered it.

 

I couldn't remember him being so handsome and he looked fantastic in black tie. He was stunned with me and absolutely showered me with complements about how amazing I looked. I was glowing as we walked to the taxi together and rode to the yacht.

 

The night was, well, spectacular. I can't really describe it in any other way. I had the time of my life. I was paraded around on the arm of a lovely man; I got so much attention and met so many wonderful people. My boss of all people was there. He was very taken with me and told me I looked, 'absolutely enchanting'. I had smiled, thanked him and returned to my date. We danced and laughed. He walked me up onto the top deck and in the moonlight he kissed me for the first time. I was truly happy and felt very, very special. The whole night had passed in a wonderful blur until he took me home and kissed me goodnight. I was quite willing to invite him in as I didn't want the night to end but Vivienne had given me very clear instructions on this.

 

'There will be plenty of time for that sort of thing', she had smiled very mischievously during one of the sessions.

 

I had heeded this, said goodnight to him and gone inside. I knew not to have sex on a first date anyway. I was damn glad to have my homework to do that night as I melted into the bed reliving the evening and climaxing at the thought of him taking me, still in my dress, because he had to have me, I was too beautiful not to.

 

 

 

Before I knew it I was back at work on Monday again. I told Melanie about my weekend and she was so happy for me. She even said she knew the guy I was talking about and that she definitely 'wouldn't kick him out of bed!' I felt embarrassed but it was a complement from her; that I had done well for myself. He actually rang me at my desk to say that he'd really enjoyed the night. He asked me out on another date, something quieter, this Thursday. I didn't hesitate to say 'Yes' at once.

 

Melanie was struggling with her smoking that afternoon so I tried my best to keep her spirits up. My boss told me again how wonderful I had looked over the weekend and was clearly starting to look at me like he wanted me now. Not explicitly, but his gaze lingered that bit longer. I tried to avoid walking in front of him if I could, but it was difficult when I went into his office because his desk faced the door.

 

 

 

The following day I left work to go to my session with Vivienne. I arrived at her office at 7 and got buzzed in. I was surprised to see a blonde girl sat behind the reception desk. She was a little younger than me, about 21, very pretty and dressed in a smart black skirt and white blouse. She looked up at me with a tired expression on her face.

 

'Doctor Black says to wait here', she said and then continued to stare blankly at the wall.

 

I felt a little strange as her manner was a little unnatural. There was silence save for the very faint sounds of a conversation next door, it was a little creepy as the reception area had a bleak feel to it and there were no magazines to read. There was just a pile of cards offering the services of Dr. Vivienne Black followed by a long list of conditions that she was adept in treating. I was just reading past 'sexual problems' when the intercom sounded,

 

'Send her in'

 

The girl just looked up at me, I had heard myself. I didn't think she was a very good receptionist and would tell Vivienne what I though about her. I was now a confident assertive woman who deserved to be treated with dignity and respect.

 

Vivienne had just finished on the phone. I strode in, the metal from my heels clicking loudly on the marble floor. The room was dark with the curtains closed. I was happy to see my big sister and was now bursting to tell her about my big date. I'll never forget how she looked at me. There was no smile there. She looked straight into me with empty, black, shark-like yes and said,

 

'Stand there', she pointed to a spot about a metre in front of the centre of her desk. Her tone was emotionless. I didn't know what to do so I stood there.

 

'Stand up straight, head high, suck in your stomach', I did so,' and push out your breasts'

 

I obeyed. I didn't know what was happening.

 

Then she smiled and a hideous look started to take hold on her face,

 

'Freeze', she commanded.

 

Her smile broadened into a grin. It was not like her usual refined and restrained grin, this was a grin of sadistic abandonment. I was scared and went to tell her that I was frightened BUT I COULD NOT MOVE.

 

Not a muscle!

 

My god I couldn't move!

 

I immediately started to panic. As my heart raced she started to cackle. She stood up slowly and sauntered over to me.

 

'What was happening? Why couldn't I move?’ I raced. I wondered if I may have had a sudden stroke or if I was dreaming...but it was too real. Before I could think further she said,

 

'Shhhhhhhhhhh, little one'

 

She ran her hand down my face and stood in front of me. She looked evil in her dark makeup and deep red lipstick. Her wide smile was becoming Satanic. She started to run her nails down my face, slowly, just so they started to scratch a little. Like a cat toying with a baby rabbit. I was choked up with fear, staring at her.

 

'I expect you are wondering why you can't move now.’

 

‘Yes!’ I thought silently

 

‘I could keep you like this forever you know. I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you'

 

I couldn't understand what she was saying, I was totally helpless, a fox in a snare.

 

'This', she said taking my bag off my shoulder and throwing it aside, 'is our chance to get to know each other a bit better. Since I already know all about you, all your deep, dark secrets, I’ll do the talking shall I?’

 

She took off my jacket and started unbuttoning my blouse.

 

I choked back a sob but couldn't lift a finger.

 

'Yes, I could keep you still like this for as long as I choose'

 

My blouse was removed from me and tossed aside.

 

'Maybe I could have a little glass display case made and stand you in it over there', she mused, ‘get a nurse to put in a dear little feeding tube, a catheter and a daily enema and you would become like part of the room, a permanent fixture. My favourite decoration maybe’

 

I was going insane with fear now. I felt I would pass out, my head was swimming. My body was not listening to me and try as I might I could do nothing about it.

 

She unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down. Then she unfastened my bra and threw that behind too. In spite of my paralysis the tears ran down my face.

 

'Oh don't mind me dear I've seen it all before', she mocked as she yanked down my tights and pants airing my sex to the room.

 

'Left foot up',

 

It moved up and she took my shoe off. I was aghast. She did the same for the right so I was standing upright and quite naked in front of her. She picked up my shoes and set them upright in front of each of my feet.

 

‘Slut-heels on’, she snapped

 

I stepped into my shoes again and she smiled.

 

'You see now. I am your Goddess. I own you now and I can do with you as I please. Now I may let you speak, but if I don't like how you do it I can easily silence you again. Permanently.'

 

'Do you understand?'

 

'Yes……Vivienne', I said, to my surprise.

 

A look of venom crossed her before she slapped me with full force across the face and screamed

 

'No more "Vivienne"', mocking my voice on her name. She was riled.

 

'Last chance now so make it good……Now say it bitch!'

 

'Yes my Goddess, my powerful Goddess', I sobbed. I was terrified of her. She had become a monster, an all powerful demon.

 

'Good', she smiled slowly, 'now we are starting to understand each other. ‘Mistress’; will be adequate to address me from now on though. I think it show that you understand who is in charge’

 

‘Yes, Mistress’

 

She then turned and walked back around her desk. She clicked her fingers and said, 'Up on here on all fours, now'

 

I immediately moved; I didn't want to, I wanted to run away as fast as I could.

 

'What's happening to me?’ I wept hysterically

 

'Well dear, you’re unable to resist me now as you’re under my spell', she moved aside to allow me to climb up onto her desk

 

'You see you've been treated in a very special way.'

 

I was now on all fours on her desk. She ran her hand through my hair

 

'The first day you came in here I decided I could use you so I did it to you then. It’s amazing what you can do with a scanner, a gamma knife and a virgin brain. I make a few little tiny, special cuts to the right parts and, hey presto, I have a devoted, wonderfully controllable little minion.’

 

‘My….my….brain’, I spluttered my mouth wide open in abject disbelief.

 

‘They’re absolutely teensy-tiny, really very little to worry about now’; she said gently stroking my head with the mocking, trivialising sincerity of a sadistic nurse helping a small child through a horrific medical procedure.

 

She opened a drawer in her desk and took something out.

 

'The process nearly always works straight away but there is a small chance that with a lot of resistance new pathways can form in the period immediately following treatment. That's why you wanted it to work for you; and you have been praying for it to work haven't you'

 

She smiled at me. I had played right into her hands. New tears sprang to my eyes.

 

'Yes,' she said stroking my head, 'I’m afraid the damage is done now Anita, there's no going back now unless I let you go. Your mind is like a piece of clay for your Goddess to play with and I wonder what I will make you into.'

 

'Please…..Mistress…,' I sobbed, 'I don't like this! Please let me go!'

 

I was weeping uncontrollably, crying my heart out.

 

'There, there now’, she said, ’there, there.’