Introduction

Hi, I'm Mick and I write stories that are role-plays meaning I write a chapter and then my female co-writer writes a chapter. I haven't yet succeeded finding a co-writer for this story but I hope to find one or more interested now the first chapter is uploaded. Please read the last pages of the story as well to read more information about this issue.

When reading the story I want you to know that I'm not a native English writer. I therefore hope you will excuse grammar faults and so on and just enjoy the story. I have written two more stories and some of the reviews for these stories were bad due to the language. I just hope I will avoid these bad reviews by telling right now.

Here is the story, hope you like it.

The old Courtroom

Chapter one

The diary.

The big house was located just outside the village. It had a large courtyard in front of the house for parking purposes and so on. The huge garden was located behind the house. It was more like a park but Mick had removed a lot of the flowerbeds and replaced it with grass. This meant that he hadn't to do so much work in the garden as he had bought one of these broad lawn mowers making mowing the grass so much easier. Mick wasn't very fond of working in the garden. Furthermore he didn't want a lot of publicity and the more beautiful the park would look, the more likely people would be interested in walking in the park. The whole ground area for the house was surrounded by a heavy steel fence with two large swing gates leading visitors into the private area, using the main road leading up to the heavy oak entrance door located in the middle of the house.

Mick was the legal owner of the house. He had bought it after he came into a fortune when his father died some years ago. His father left him so much money that work just was for fun and not a necessity. When he didn't feel like working it was no problem for him as his fortune would last at least for the rest of his life provided he didn't do something stupid. He actually didn't spend much money as he liked to enjoy being able to life in this big house all alone.

The house was an old courtroom from the beginning of the 18th century but it had been closed down long time ago since the court had been moved to a more central place as the government didn't want to spend money on a lot of relatively small courtrooms. Mick had bought the house after the old lady who owned it died. She was the daughter of the last judge who lived in the house. Her name was Jennifer Smith. She had lived a retired life with almost no contact to the local people. She actually looked like the kind of person that didn't want any contact at all, so they just avoided talking to her. Even the kids were afraid of meeting her but she seemed to be quite harmless as she never did anything to them save for shouting at them if they irritated her.

In the age of 52 she was judged guilty of severely whipping a 28 years old woman. It was in 1951. The woman was found in a miserable condition in an abandoned house in a forest close to the village. The whip used for the cruel punishment was found in the house and the evidence against Miss Smith was so strong that she was judged guilty by the jury and sentenced to prison for ten years. After being released she lived an even more retiring life and in 1982, they found her dead in the house with no family left to take care of her.

Mick bought the house shortly after her death. It took a while to get rid of the smell of the dead woman in the area where they found her, but this was not a problem as he could just live in the rooms far away from this area. Mick really loved this house as it had a lot of rooms and this dark secret making it something special.

One day he was working I the basement. He had always loved to stay in the basement  as he had read in some old papers that the prison for the criminals awaiting their fate had been located in this area long ago. All cells had been removed but it still was possible to notice where some of them had been located. The cells had been occupied by both women and men during the active duty of the court room. It was a bit strange walking in a area, which was hiding the spirit of a lot of criminals who were in the hands of the judges and the juries responsible for judging them guilty or not guilty.

Mick was doing some changes in the basement and among other things was drilling holes for fitting some new shelves on the wall. Suddenly the drill didn't go any further and it became extremely hot while smoke began to escape from the hole from the drill. The drill was made for using in concrete so it must have hit something other than concrete or stone. He decided to find out what it was and started to remove the stone and concrete around the hole. After some hard work he found a part of a steel plate which after some more work and removal of concrete and stone turned out to be the door of a medium size safe. Now he really was excited and curious to find out what was inside this safe. It wasn't a code safe as it only had two key holes. It obviously was the type of safe for two people to operate, so they both would have their private key and then the safe could only be opened if both keys were in the keyholes. Of course, he did not have the keys for the safe and so far had not found any old keys around the house and the area outside the house. But he was keen to do some more searching before deciding to drill the safe open. He knew it would be hard work and if he found the keys he would be able to use it for other purposes.

After trying how hard the steel for the safe was by making a test drilling with a metal drill he decided to wait until he was absolutely sure he would never find the keys for it. He was sure it would be hard work opening the safe this way as drilling this tiny hole had taken him more than fifteen minutes. Furthermore he knew he would have to drill a lot of holes before he would be able to open it as he had no drawings telling him where to drill. As he was extremely curious to find out what was hidden inside the safe, he decided to hide it behind a cupboard to make sure nobody would see it if they ever visited him in the basement.

Mick searched for the keys for a long time and he was about to give up all hope finding them until one day by pure luck he found them. He had bought the house with all the furniture as nobody was interested in buying or removing it. He had sold some pieces as in his opinion they were too ugly to save. One piece of furniture he had kept was a large bureau with a lot of small and large drawers as well as small cabinets and bookcases. It really was a beautiful bureau with a lot of nice carvings. One day he lost balance and had to lean against one of these carvings. As he did this he heard a loud click and the carving at the opposite end of the bureau opened revealing a small drawer. In this drawer two keys were located and Mick had no doubt where to try these keys.

He almost ran down the stairway to the basement and removed the cupboard hiding the safe. He put the first key in the keyhole for the safe and tried it. A little disappointed he found out that it couldn't be turned but he still had the other keyhole left. Extremely excited he put the key in this keyhole and tried once more. A silent click was heard telling him he finally had found the answer. Extremely excited he took the other key and tried the other keyhole. He was quite sure it was the right key but he still was excited to find out if he was right. A similar click was heard and while stopping breathing he opened the safe extremely excited to see what was inside.

Mick was a bit disappointed to find out what was inside the safe. It only contained a large book. The title of the book was "Jennifer Smith's diary". What a disappointment! He had been looking for the keys for the safe for so long and all he found inside was a boring diary. He turned over the leaves to the first pages with her writing and began reading.

" Dear finder of this book,

When you find this book I will probably be gone leaving no family or friends. Initially I planned to destroy this book before leaving this world but I decided to leave it behind as it is of no matter now. It won't do any harm if you read it as it won't change what really happened, though you know the secret. Now it will be your choice if you think it is necessary to make it public or you just to let it remain our secret. You might find some of the book boring but if you continue I promise you will find some parts of my diary very interesting. Before deciding to leave this world I planned to read it all once more and I still don't regret anything written in this book. I wish I could see you reading it but this isn't possible, at least not physically but who knows; maybe I'm looking at you right now as nobody knows what happens on the other side of our life on earth. If you are like me I actually think you will let it remain our secret and you will busy be searching for a certain place because you want to see it with your own eyes. Right now I think you are a little disappointed because the safe didn't contain any money or jewels and I'm sorry to tell you that I think you will be even more disappointed if you try to find the secret place I'm talking about. I have decided to let this remain my secret and I don't think you ever will have luck finding it like you had luck finding the keys for the safe. This safe is one of the most difficult to open without the right key, so I am sure you would have found them. The manufacturer has told me that this safe is almost impossible to open without keys as it has locks both at the front and the end wall making it extremely difficult to drill it open. If had succeeded in destroying the front lock it still has locks at the end wall of the safe that will both block the hinges from opening the door and still keep the door blocked by a lot of steel rods that can't be seen from the outside of the safe. Furthermore it is merely a part of the wall meaning you have to remove most of the wall to remove it. And this will be difficult as a part of the wall you have to remove carries a part of the floor above the wall. I will now leave you and let you begin your reading. Remember to read it all though some of it will be boring but if you want to know the secret it is necessary. Love from Pat Smith"

Though Mick was disappointed he couldn't help being curious again. He decided to keep the book in the safe while not reading it until he knew the secrets that she was talking about. He didn't want anybody to know about it before he knew about the secrets she was talking about. As he didn't expect any visitors, he decided to bring the diary with him to the library in the house and read it while drinking a nice old cognac and a cup of coffee. He even thought about turning on some relaxing music to make it more enjoyable for himself.

 Well seated in the library he opened the diary again and started reading it. Pat was right when claiming that some of it was boring. Just listen to this.

"The 25. of July, 1949;  I started the day with removing weed from the flowerbeds. It took me more than four hours to make it looks like I wanted it to look. In the afternoon I went downtown for shopping. I didn't speak to anybody the whole day, though a few in town tried to make contact but I prefer being alone with no contact at all. If I start talking they want more. It's good that the kids fear me though I would never do them any harm, but as long as they are afraid of me they leave me alone"

It wasn't exactly the kind of reading that makes you excited but he had to move on in order to find the secrets she was talking about. After reading about twenty pages similarly to the one mentioned above he was beginning to be afraid that she was pulling his leg. Maybe it didn't include any exciting secrets at all. Anyway, it was a bit exciting to read something written by a woman who had committed suicide. Then he found something interesting after reading about one hundred pages.

"The 1st of June 1952 : I went to a city 100 kilometers from my hometown in order to have fun and do some shopping. As I like riding my bike I decided to go by train and ride the bike the last 10 kilometers from the railway station to the town. It really was nice weather for this and I enjoyed the trip. As it had been raining my tires on the bike were soiled with mud when arriving in town. I walked down the main shopping road stopping at all the interesting shops. While looking at the nice dresses through the window of a dress store, by accident, I hit the legs of a young woman with the front wheel of the bike and thereby I made her trousers soiled. God in heaven she went mad. This slut (I mean slut though a lady like me normally doesn't use these kinds of words) verbally abused me, using the most dirty words imaginable. But this wasn't the worst part of it; after finishing her verbal abuse she spit at me hitting my face. There I was standing with her salvia running down my face. I guess she could see it did something to me because she quickly disappeared again leaving me alone with her filthy salvia running down my face. I don't think I have ever felt so humiliated and degraded in my entire life. I still could remember her face and I swore that if I ever got the chance I would severely punish her for this disgusting act. I didn't want to do anymore shopping after this awful experience and I therefore went home again."

Mick hoped that she would soon find her again in order to read what she would do but after a lot of pages he had found nothing interesting. He read a lot about garden, house keeping, shopping, paying bills, and boring sight seeing and much more extremely boring reading and he was about to loose hope again when he found something interesting again. It actually was very interesting reading.

" 24th of March 1953: I decided to do one of my nice shopping trips. I drove about 200 kilometers to a nice middle sized town with a lot of excellent shops. I never thought that this would be my lucky day. While walking through the street of shops a nice looking woman approached me and started talking

"Hi, sorry to disturb you but I would be happy if you would let me ask you a few questions concerning shopping. I'm a free lancer and I'm presently doing some research concerning shopping practice for a firm  to find out what is good and what is bad. You look like an upper class woman and I still need some information concerning the upper class and shopping"

My heart almost stopped beating; it was her!!!! I had finally found her again by pure luck. I never had forgotten her face and now I was standing in front of her again. As it was very cold I had covered the lower part of my face to protect it from the cold air. I was sure she hadn't recognized me but I certainly had recognized her! Now I had to think quickly and answered her

"Why not? I love to talk about shopping. You look cold. Let us take a comfortable seat in my car? I have hot coffee in the trunk. I have some sandwiches as well.  I'm sure it will make you feel better." I said to her.

"Oh, that would be nice. Just show me the way!" she answered me

I made sure we were talking all the way to my car in order to make sure she didn't look that much at it. I just opened the door to the back seat and told her to have a seat, then I would join her with coffee and sandwiches shortly. She told me she would like to have sugar in her coffee. I prepared two cups with coffee in the trunk. I poured a generous amount of my sleeping medicine in her cup and used some sugar to make it taste normal. I first handed her a sandwich and then the coffee making sure she got the right cup. It would just be stupid if I by accident drank the coffee containing sleeping medicine.

"Please enjoy it. We can talk while eating and drinking" I said

I knew it took about ten minutes before it worked and I asked her a lot of questions during this time.

"I want to surprise the firm I'm working for. They don't know I am in this town. They have only paid for three towns but now I make it four for the same price. Then I hope they will call on me next time they need a free lancer. I have switched off my mobile phone as I don't want them to call me. Even my family thinks I am 400 kilometers south. I know it is stupid but I just want to be all alone doing this last part of my job. I have found a miserable house just outside the city. It looked like nobody was living in it and I was right. I don't think the owner mind if I live there for a few weeks. I have no money for hotels anymore. If I'm careful I will have enough money for food until I have finished my work" she told me.

It was just perfect. Nobody knew she was here and I had a secret place about 200 kilometers from here. If I did it right she could easily disappear with no trace at all. I had done some sight seeing in this area and I was quite sure I knew the house she was talking about. It had a beautiful location and I had actually been thinking that it might be an idea buying it. I hoped so badly that I was right otherwise I had to find out later to get her luggage and so on to hide any traces from her.

"You have to be careful" I told her "There are a lot of maniacs out there and if nobody knows where you are you can easily get into trouble and nobody would know where you are" I warned her looking excitedly at her. I wondered when my sleeping medicine would start working. She had already drunk more than half of her cup of coffee. She seemed to enjoy it, so she wasn't able to taste the medicine I had poured into it. I was afraid it would soon start to work before she had emptied her cup. I therefore tried to encourage her to drink it all.

"Please finish this cup of coffee and I'll get you another one. You really look cold and it must be nice to drink something warm." I said to her.

"Sure, you are so kind to me. I have met some jerks today but you certainly have been kind to me" She answered smiling at me.

After emptying her cup of coffee I continued talking to her. She began to answer me slower and her voice became weak and tired.

"I feel so tired, I'm sorry but it is like the coffee made me tired. Normally it makes you feel better but it is likeeeee itttt is diffffeeeereeent….aaa…what isssss thiisss…zzzzzz" She stopped talking.

I placed her lying on the backseat of the car. She was sleeping like a baby and she felt nothing while I moved her around. I didn't fasten the seatbelt as I wanted her to remain out of sight when driving her to my secret place. I was extremely careful keeping to the speed limits during my trip as I didn't want to be stopped by any police car. I was in no rush as the sleeping medicine would last at least twenty four hours. I had been very generous as I had given her double the normal amount to be sure I had the time needed to prepare her. I was right concerning the house she had told me about and I quickly removed her luggage and I cleaned up the place to make sure nobody would find any traces that indicated that somebody had been there."

"What is this?" Mick was thinking. "She is writing about preparing her and a secret place. What in heaven does she have in mind" he thought almost shivering in excitement to find out what this was about. He turned page and continued reading after a nice sip of his cognac.

"As I have decided to leave this diary behind no matter what happen I think it is time to tell you a secret about me, , my sweet reader of this diary. I'm sorry I can't see you right now"

Mick almost stopped reading. It was like she was talking to him. He looked around the room though he knew that well that it wasn't the truth but it really made him feel strange. Feeling better that he knew he was alone he continued his reading.

"I have my entire life been dreaming about having my own "pet". I don't like men that much but my favorite fantasy has always been to have my own slut "ready" to serve me in all ways no matter what I have in mind. Now I could do it for real. I just had to be careful not telling anybody about her. When she is stored in my secret cellar located a place where nobody ever would look she will totally be in my mercy and there will be absolutely nothing she can do about it. Dear reader, I have to tell you one more secret; while writing this for you I can feel my juices flow between my legs. All this is written after it has been done and I am happy to tell you that it will be even more exciting and bizarre. If you like dominance I am sure you will love it, otherwise you might find it a bit disgusting and unacceptable but like my newly "adopted" pet there will be absolutely nothing you can do about it. Now it will be your decision if you want to turn page and continue the reading or you just burn this diary. But I warn you; you will find out that this high society lady, as I am, really has been hiding a dark secret all these years, which I think you never would have guessed had you known me"

Mick was beginning to be extremely excited. All the boring reading almost made him stop reading her diary and now it really looked like it could be very interesting. A secret cellar!!! He almost couldn't wait to read about this cellar to find out how it was arranged and to find out what happened to this "poor" girl.

"As I was careful keeping the speed limits I had no problems driving to my secret place with my newly acquired treasure. I parked the car out of sight of any curious people and prepared the cellar for my pet. I knew it would be hard work to get her down the stairs to the basement deep underground. I actually had tested how sound proof it was by equipping it with a relatively large receiver and a couple of loudspeakers. I turned on the music at high level and then I left the basement closing the heavy trapdoor completely hiding the entrance in order to make sure that nobody would notice it if they found the place. Furthermore the trapdoor was operated by a panel hidden in the wall and I had a few more precautions to make sure this place would remain my secret. The sound test really was encouraging as I could hear nothing no matter how much I concentrated. All this meant that if I kept a pet as my prisoner in this cellar and she cried as loud out as loud as she could nothing would be heard outside the cellar."

Mick was both excited and a little scared as I had the feeling that this "poor" woman really had suffered. He just had to read more to find out if she had suffered more than she deserved.

" It really was hard work to carry her down into the cellar. I had read on her id that her name was Pat but I initially decided to call her slut as this was what I felt for her. I first carried her to the secret trapdoor and I had to make some arrangements for lowering down in the room located above the main trapdoor leading to my fun area. I tied her hands behind her back and secured them to her waist. Then I tied a rope around the upper part of her body between her arms and her torso and used this rope for lowering her down the middle room between the cellar and the floor of the basement in the house. I was careful not doing any harm to her while doing it. I didn't want to damage her before the fun began. I entered the room myself and opened the main door to the lower hidden basement. Behind the trapdoor hiding the cellar deep below me I had mounted a heavy rind for lifting purpose. I used this ring for lowering her into front room of the cellar. I had placed a trolley below the stair leading down to the cellar and she just lay on the trolley like a sack filled with clothes. I closed the main trapdoor for the cellar and then I wheeled her into the cruel area of this cellar"

Now Mick really was excited. He was about to be told her deepest secret and it certainly didn't sound boring at all. This was like reading a crime novel. The major difference was that this was for real and it really made it different. He almost felt his body shivering feeling cold when thinking about how it would be when Pat awoke in this cellar. He was very excited to read how she react when she awoke because he was quite sure she wouldn't be dressed like she was when entering the cellar.

"Dear reader, I can imagine that you are very excited to enter the secret area with me. There is a lot to tell but I think the best is just to give you a basic overview and then tell you more when needed. Initially I can tell that the place you are now entering is hiding a dark cruel history. In the courtroom I and you have owned a few people made a secret lodge just named the Circle. The Members of this lodge had sworn that criminals would always be punished in accordance to the crime they had committed. This was fair enough but the scary part of this promise was that many didn't consider death a fair punishment. Therefore they made a secret prison for these criminals. If the members of the Circle during a meeting agreed that death would be too easy for a specific criminal they were sentenced to years in this cellar, sometimes even lifetime. The secret prison was made for both male and female prisoners. After reading some of the treatment they had to endure in this cellar I'm sure they wished they were dead but they just had no choice. Officially they just had fled before the execution and then the Circle had taken over. The period in this cellar was just one long period of punishment in all thinkable and unthinkable ways for the poor criminal. They had absolutely no rights and the sadistic guards and so called doctors really seemed to enjoy treating them worse than animals. I don't think I will be that cruel to Pat but she certainly will feel the atmosphere that had existed in this cruel prison with no chance of escape at all. These poor criminals were kept out of daylight for the rest of their life while they had to endure extreme pain, humiliation and degradation. The members of the Circle abused them in all manners of ways including severe rape in order to satisfy their bizarre sexual desires. The members of the Circle were quite good to find their weak spots and then the treatment involving these weak spots became the specialty of this prisoner.

I wheeled Pat into the large cell area. During the medieval times the capacity was huge as it sometimes had had more than thirty prisoners all kept in different cells and cages when not being treated badly. I wheeled her to a cell for three prisoners and entered the cell through the heavy barred steel door. Inside the cell there was not much furniture. It consisted of a concrete floor with damp concrete walls and ceiling. All around the walls, ceiling and floor different rings were mounted for restraining the prisoner and from some wheels located at the ceiling chains were hanging as well as some of the rings had heavy chains mounted some of them with manacles and broad cuffs for the feet as well. When I found the place all of it was quite rusty hanging in the damp cells for so long but I had done some maintenance in order to make it all work again. At the end wall of the cell three heavy floors to ceiling cages had been located. The space inside the cages was adjustable making it possible to decrease the space so much that the cage so that all the room left for the prisoner was to stand with almost no ability to move. At the ceiling of each cell a chain hang from a pulley and this chain could be lowered and raised from a hand operated winch located outside the cell beyond the reach of the prisoner. Thereby you were able to adapt the position of the prisoner inside the cages, without entering the cell. I wheeled my new slut to the middle cage and let her roll down onto the floor. I enjoyed the sleeping slut for a while and then I began preparing her.

First I stripped her totally nude revealing a well trimmed pussy. I decided to let her keep her pubic hair until she was awake. I wanted her to feel how humiliating it would be when I shaved her smooth like a baby this place. After some thinking I decided to "dress" her in steel during her first days in this cell. I had found a lot of nice equipment in the storage rooms in the prison including head cages, spreader bars, steel chastity belts with or without spikes on the inside of the curved steel plate for mounting between the legs, a huge amount of different shaped wood and steel dildos also with or without spikes and other differences to make them "enjoyable" for the victim having the fortune to be plugged with it in one of the two or three holes that could take it depending on if it was a male or a female prisoner. Furthermore it contained a huge amount of different restraints for the prisoners. I had added some equipment as I love rubber and latex punishment as well. Therefore I have bought a huge amount of different rubber clothes, hood and boots, some of them transparent and some of them made by shiny, black exciting rubber for totally sealing the slut. They all were one size meaning some of them really would fit like a glove and other would be like wearing a dress with too much fabric. Furthermore I had bought an assortment of different gags going from heavy ball gags to head harnesses totally covering the lower part of the head or maybe even the top of the head. In addition, I had bought some heavy collars with a lots of shiny rings mounted on them. I had made some of this equipment myself as it wasn't so easy to acquire,

I had of course used both leather and rubber in creating the equipment. I enjoyed her well trained body for a while and took the time to have a closer view of her relatively large breasts and her cunt. I enjoyed the smell of both female and piss while examining her cunt. I used a pair of latex gloves in order not to soil my hands with her dirty piss and cunt juices. Then I decided to continue. I certainly didn't want her to wake up before she was "dressed" in a nice set of heavy steel restraints.

First I locked a pair of broad steel cuffs around her feet and a pair of broad manacles around her hands. They all had a length of heavy chain attached. Then I locked the heavy steel belt around her waist; it had slots for mounting the curved crotch plate. My choice of steel plate for her private parts was a type without spikes. I wanted to start slowly but in order to still make it interesting for her I poured some itching gel all over her cunt and ass hole. I had made it myself and it really worked. I tried it on one hand and it was almost impossible to stop the itching no matter how much I cleaned it. I was sure it would be "enjoyable" for her to have between her legs with no chance to touch it though she still could reach her private parts. I locked the curve crotch plate tightly into place making sure it irritated her when she awoke. It really was a nice sight. It had tiny holes at the front making it possible to pee and it had a relatively large hole located over her ass hole. This construction made it possible to let her wear it for any length of time. She really looked beautiful in this belt. I knew it would be quite unpleasant to move her hips while being locked into this belt but this would be her trouble. Furthermore I was sure the never ending itching would cause her a lot of distress. While testing it I noticed that moisture increased the itching and therefore I was sure it would work as a woman normally is quite wet in this place. Peeing would really make it itch like hell and I was sure she would find out about this too.

Then I produced the heavy steel head cage and locked it tightly around her head. It had a hole in front of her mouth and heavy steel bands for surrounding the head and a steel collar to be locked around the neck making any removal impossible without the key. I locked the chain from the ceiling to the ring located at the top of her head cage. I placed her on a wood construction with a back rest as well I didn't want her to be cold leaning against the cold damp cell wall and sitting on the concrete floor. I didn't put a gag through the mouth hole though the set consisted of various gags as well that could be locked into the hole making it even more unpleasant to wear the cage.

Then I took the steel bra with the two steel cups for the breasts. Each had a hole for the tit and as they were pretty small she wouldn't be able to avoid them pointing out proudly, just begging for treatment. I made sure it was tightly fitted on her making the steel bands cut into the flesh and the cups squeezing her breasts to fit into it. I had coated them with the gel as well making sure they would pop nicely into the cups and to make her breast itch as well.

Now I was almost through and all I needed was to connect the chains from her restraints. I locked her hands with a short length of chain to her waist belt. Then I connected her feet together with a short length of chain with a cross chain mounted. I locked the cross chain to the ring located at the bottom of her crotch plate and made sure it was short enough so that she couldn't fully stretch her legs. I knew from some tests I had made myself that if you are unable to do something then you really want to do it. I knew she would quickly be anxious to stretch her legs fully but she would just have to wait until I would let her do it. The last thing I did to her was to put the outer rings on her feet cuffs through her rod and then I locked these rods to rings mounted in the floor. I locked them so they were shaped in a V pointing towards the entrance door of the cell. This meant that if she wanted to close her legs she had to move forward. This was only possible if she was standing as the short chain locked to her head cage prevented her from doing it in sitting position. I knew that walking would only be possible in an awkward manner due to the cross chain from her feet restraints making it impossible to fully stretch her legs. Furthermore the heavy chain from her head cage would stress her neck making it more unpleasant. This meant that she would only be able to maintain this position for a short while before she had to sit again forcing her to spread her legs again. I was sure she would complain greatly after a short while like this.

My plan was to keep her like this at least five days making her beg for release and to have a bath as she would probably smell like a pig being soiled with her own waste. I let her cage door remain open as this would make it possible for me to watch her through the one way windows I had mounted in the entrance door to the cell area so that I could watch without her knowledge. I operated the winch located outside the cell making sure she was sitting like I wanted her to. I enjoyed the sight for a while and took the time for squeezing her tits between two fingers for a while. I quickly stopped again as I had the feeling she almost awoke while I was doing it. Instead I poured some gel on her nipples and massaged it into them making sure they would itch as well. They would be the only parts of her itching skin she would able to touch but I knew that scratching would only mean they would be very sore in soon making it hurt like hell each time she touched them. I certainly wanted her to be alone when she awoke giving her all the time she needed for investigating her condition and restraints. Then I left the area after switching on the microphone I had installed in the cell so I could listen to her complains in the living room of my secret place. It was quite expensive equipment in the 50ties but I really wanted to be able to listen to her complains. My secret place had rooms for normal living as well, enabling me to stay close the basement area holding my newly adopted pet.

I went to my living room and after making myself a nice cup of coffee I took position in my favorite chair with a good book awaiting her wake up. It was pretty hard to concentrate as I was extremely excited to hear her complains when she found out what was done to her and she furthermore discovered that nothing could be removed without the right keys or heavy tools. She had none of these and she therefore just had t wait until I was ready to join her. I couldn't help rubbing my clit thinking about how exciting it would be to make this worthless slut pay for her mistake. Just to think about the discomfort she would feel inl her private places really did something to me"

"God in heaven, this really is something" Mick thought while having a sip of his cognac. This high society lady has hidden this secret all time and now he had found her diary. She really wanted somebody to find it after she had left this world. Sometimes it really felt like she was telling it herself as she was sitting in a chair just beside him telling all this. Mick couldn't help wondering where this cellar was located if it still existed. He decided to try to find it later but first he had to know more about what happened to Pat. He especially was excited to read about her reaction when she awoke dressed in heavy steel. As he thought about all that he could feel the juices begin to flow between his legs making his underpants wet and greasy. It felt like he was about to explode in excitement. He decided to change to a more comfortable jogging suit instead of the tight jeans, which left almost no room for excitement. Furthermore it would be easier to masturbate if he felt for it as he already did.

" The 2nd of June 1952: The slut kept on sleeping all night. I visited the area a couple of times before I decided to go to bed. I slept in the living room as I wanted to be sure that I heard her when she awoke. It was about seven o'clock when noises to me that she was awake. 

"What is this? Who has done this to me? I order somebody to come here and release me immediately! You have no right to keep me like this. Ohhh, what is happening? This awful itching! What is this? I can't scratch it and it is just unbearable! HALLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO, WHERE ARE YOU? RELEASE ME FROM THIS!" the slut was crying out loudly.

Dear reader, I can imagine that you have been wondering if it is possible to find my secret place. I'm sorry to tell that it won't be possible as I have made sure it will remain my secret. The Circle kept it secret during the medieval time and a lot of prisoner just "disappeared" to a life in this area. As they were able to keep it as a secret until they decided to close it I'm sure it will be possible for me as well but I promise to tell you almost all about it. If you still are with me I have the feeling that you have the same desire to be in control as I had."

Mick stopped reading. "How does she do it? It is like she is reading my mind though she isn't alive anymore." He thought feeling a little scared but excited as well. He continued reading the diary.

"I dressed in my favorite leather suit making me look like a real Mistress. I buckled the broad leather belt around my waist and attached the leather whip at the right side of the belt. Then I walked to the cell area and went down the cellar. I took position in front of the door to the wall hiding this cell area and looked through the one way mirror. Inside I saw a desperate woman dragging in her restraints and trying to scratch both between her legs and on her breasts. She stood in this awkward position within the limitations of her restraints standing like a woman prepared to shit in the forest. I couldn't help laughing. After a while she got tired in her legs and she moved backwards gradually spreading her legs due to the rods positioned in a V-shape on the floor. Then she took position on the hard wood seat again and tried to get some rest in her aching legs. She cried out all time trying to order somebody to release her."

" I enjoyed her struggling for a while. It really aroused me sexually to see how she tried to scratch back and to see all her useless attempts to get rid of her "nice dress". I couldn't help thinking she was a little stupid doing it as it should be obvious to anybody wearing these steel restraints that it couldn't be removed without the right keys or by using heavy tools. Furthermore her attempts made her body glisten with sweat as I had turned on the heating in this area. I didn't want her to be ill due to the cold damp cells and therefore I had decided to heat this cell area. During my preparation of the prison area I had installed heating as well. I'm not exactly the plumber type but I had no choice as I didn't want to show this area to anybody. I had installed electricity as well. I did order an electrician to install some switches in my house and while he did it I checked how it is done. As well as I have read some books about it. I know it isn't legal but I really had no other choice and it all seems to work. As I didn't want it to be a vacation for her I had adjusted the temperature in the cell area I had chosen for her to between 28 and 30 degrees making it relatively uncomfortable for her. Furthermore I knew that sweat increased the itching her private parts and just made it even more, lets say, interesting for her. I decided that it was time to make her realize that this wasn't a joke at all and just something that would stop within a few hours. As I didn't want her to recognize me, at least not now, I put on one of these old leather hoods. Furthermore it made me look even more scary for her, as the look of a woman dressed in black tight fitting leather just oozed of dominance and discomfort and the whip hanging at the right side of my belt would surely make her understand that I was serious. I could feel how I became hotter between the legs feeling extremely excited. I took the key for the heavy oak door to this area and opened it. After entering the cell area I took position in front of her cell standing with legs slightly spread and just watched her through the eye holes in the hood, which was the only visible part of my body. The slut didn't notice me right away as she was still busy trying to cope with the never ending itching.  Suddenly she saw me standing in front of the heavy cell door and she gave a jump looking at this leather dressed person.

"Who are you? What is this? Release me immediately or you will be in serious trouble! You have no right to do this to me!" she cried out.

"Well" I started, from my point of view I have to tell that I disagree with you! In my opinion you are the one in troubles. I wear no restraints as you see. Try to have a look at these keys" I said showing her some keys. "These are the keys for your restraints. You must agree with me when I say that this makes a major difference, as I'm the one deciding when they will be used for removing your restraints. I really have no plans to do it within the next couples of days as I think it is excellent to let you get used wearing steel restraints. Who knows; maybe you will even feel naked when I remove them" I said laughing loudly.

"Now I must just order you to stop this stupid act! You will be in serious trouble if you continue to keep me like this. The police, they will look for me and when they find me you will go to jail for a long time. If you release me right now I promise to keep my mouth shut and you will be able to avoid jail. Otherwise I have no choice other than to tell them. Why do you do this to me?" she asked still moving her body in a useless attempt to stop the itching.

"And where do you think the police should look for you? And do they even know you have disappeared? You told me that you haven't sent any information telling where you have been the last couple of weeks. When they really find out it will be too late as there will be absolutely no trace telling them where you are. No, my dear worthless slut, nobody will find you. I will be the one deciding when you will be released and I'm happy to tell that I have decided to offer you to stay in this area for a long time. I have for a long time wanted a slut ready to satisfy my sadistic tendency and to satisfy me orally. I really think you are just perfect for this purpose and I'm sure you will be happy to lick me between my horny legs. Just wait and see!" I said smiling inside my hood. I knew she couldn't see it but I was sure she could see it in my eyes. I decided to wait telling her the real reason for trapping her in this prison area. Then she would have something to think about while awaiting me to enter her cell.

"No, no, I won't do this!!!!! I'm certainly not a lesbian and sexual acts like you are talking about are distasteful for me. You have chosen the wrong person! I still advise you to release me and then I'm sure you will find a woman ready to do as you have told me. I know that some women like it like this and I'm sure you will be able to find one interested. Please think about it and be wise!" she tried once more.

"I think, either I didn't make myself clear or you just don't understand. I actually love it if you are stubborn. I have so many ways to make you obedient. Just wait and see. I won't tell you about it yet. Then you will have a lot of surprises to look forward to! You will surely satisfy me orally. I will even make sure my lovely pussy hasn't been cleaned for some days to make it even more exciting and interesting for you!" I said laughing again and continued "I think you must be hungry and thirsty. I have brought some nice food with me and something to drink as well. Here eat this using the spoon, then I will offer you something to drink when you have finished eating" I said and gave her an old tin with a brown foul looking substance and a spoon.

She looked at me and then she took it as she really seemed to be hungry. She took the spoon and filled it with the substance and then she put the spoon through the hole in her head cage.

"Pew, what a taste!" she cried out spitting the food out on the floor.

"You naughty girl! I offer you food and you just spit it out again. You should be grateful that I offer you something to eat! Now I really think it is time for your first punishment for disobeying my orders for you!" I said grasping the whip and then I started to whip the parts of her body that weren't covered by steel.

"aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh, stop it!, what are you doing!" she cried out.

Then by pure luck she managed to catch the whip and as I wasn't prepared for this she quickly ripped it out of my hand and tried to hit me with it. I quickly ran backwards beyond reach of the whip. She raised her body and moved towards me until the restraints stopped her leaving her standing in this awkward position like she was prepared to shit in the forest.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, you are a little fighter. I like that! I'm sure we will have a lot of fun in the future. I will be kind and not punish you for this act if you just give me back my whip." I said laughing again

"No way! Just unlock these restraints and I will still forget about it!" she cried out. I couldn't help laughing again.

"Sorry, but I just can't help it! You look like a pig prepared to shit but you still tries to threaten me! But if you want it like this I will leave you again. I'm sure you will be happy to give me back my whip again after a while. Just throw it on the floor when you are ready. Make sure you don't soil it with your own filthy piss as this really will mean punishment. Just throw it as far as you can, then I'm sure you won't soil it. I'll place the drinking bottle and the food on a table before leaving you. When I come back I expect both to be empty and I mean empty! If you haven't cleaned the tin well you will be punished. And don't even think about hiding it from me. You won't be able to hide it even if you put it up your ass! I have ways to find out but I'm actually not sure you would like to try out how I examine a smelly, stubborn slave for cheating me with the food I kindly offer her. Now you are warned meaning it will be your own choice if you want to test me" I said and walked to the hand operated winch. Then I started to turn it dragging her backwards inside the middle cage again by the chain locked to her head cage. She had no other choice than follow it and gradually her legs were spread again due to the V-shaped rods holding her feet cuffs. I continued operating the winch until she was standing upright as much as she could within the restriction of the chains from her feet restraints. Now she had to stand like this and the only movement possible was a little back and forth. Furthermore she was able to lean her shoulders against the end wall of the cell. This position would be extremely exhausting for her in a few minutes. I decided to let her remain like this for at least five hours. After placing the table with the food and drinking bottle I decided to leave her again.

"Have a nice rest, my dear. You need to be ready when I come back and remember to make sure the tin and the bottle are empty, otherwise you will be very sorry as I have some nice equipment for force feeding you." I said laughing loudly.

"No, don't leave me like this! Let's make an agreement!" she cried out again.

"It's too late for agreements" I said and slammed the door for her cell. Then I left the area locking the oak door again though it really wasn't necessary as this meant triple lock for her as steel restraints, the cell door and the oak door made sure she didn't leave me without telling but you can't be too careful, can't you, dear reader? I actually considered locking the cage door as well only to make her feel even more helpless but I decided to let it remain open in order to have a better look at her through the one way mirror.

As it was late I decided to have a nice supper with a class of wine. I was tired after all this work and I decided to go to bed no later than eleven. I had decided to watch a program in the television that ended at half past ten. As I was quite sure the slut had already changed her mind I decided to let her rest in her restraints when I went to bed meaning I would lower the chain from her head cage so she could sit on the wood rest until tomorrow when I would be ready for her. I would offer her another bottle for drinking after making sure she had emptied both the tin and the other bottle. I was quite excited to hear her reaction to her drink as it contained a mix of water and my morning urine. The next bottle wouldn't be that different as it would contain the before bed time urine. In the loudspeaker I could already hear her complaints again. She was already tired of standing like that and she had only been like this for one hour and thirty minutes. As I had decided to keep her in this position for six hours she would surely be grateful to have the chain lowered. Furthermore I just knew so well that the itching gel still was working making it even more uncomfortable for her as well as the never ending pain from all the steel restraints cutting into her bare skin added to this discomfort. Finally I thought about the heat making her sweat like hell and stink like a pig. I was wondering for how long she would be able to hold back but if she continued sweating like this she would not produce much urine. I really hoped she would have to relieve at least her bladder. I had tried it and it really was awful to pee through the tiny holes of the chastity belt. I really felt dirty after doing it and I rushed to remove the belt again and have a bath when I tested it. The fact that I had placed it much tighter on her than I did to myself would surely make it even more difficult for her to pee dressed in this belt.

After finishing my supper I decided to sleep one hour before the program on the television started. Before sleeping I couldn't help rubbing my clit for some minutes while thinking on the slut in the cage. I was sure the next months would be fun and pleasure for me. I also was sure that it would be more fun for me than it would be for the slut but that would be her problem. Now it was pay back time for what she did to me and I would make sure she paid much more back than needed. Just to think about how it would be sitting on her face and force the slut to satisfy me made my juices flow in a steady stream."

Mick couldn't help beginning to love this high society lady. "She really is something. I'm sure this will be extremely interesting and exciting reading. God in heaven, the clock has passed midnight during this reading. I must go to bed." he thought and decided to read some more pages in bed before sleeping. He had been sitting with a hard on almost all time while reading it and it didn't look like this would change while reading what the lady did to this woman.

"It would have been nice to meet this woman for real but I just have to accept that this isn't possible. I'm sure it would have been a pleasure to live with this woman and have a common slut to train in this cellar" he thought while preparing for the bed. Well in bed he took the diary again and continued.

"After a nice hour of sleep I watched the program in my television. I have to turn down the speaker system from the cellar as the slut continued her useless combination of arguing and pleading me to give her release. Several times I heard her cry out that she had thrown the whip on the floor and she was ready to cooperate. I smiled to myself knowing that this treatment really would make her understand that I was the one in control. But this didn't stop her from arguing from time to time when she found out that begging was useless.

"This stupid cow, I wonder if she will ever learn but I really think she will after a while and she has tried some of the nice equipment I have in the cellar" I was thinking, smiling again.

When my program was over I dressed in my suit again and went to the prison area again. I again stopped in front of her cell area and watched her through the mirror. She really looked miserable halfway standing and leaning against the wall trying to find a position to make it bearable for her. I could see she was extremely tired and I knew she would be grateful when I lowered her down for the night though she still would be dressed in steel. I knew that the itching had decreased slightly but it still caused her a lot of discomfort. I could see her nipples were deeply red after a lot of scratching. I guess the slut had realized that this only made it worse for her as she didn't touch them while I was watching her. I looked at the wooden seat and I was very happy to notice that she hadn't been able to hold back. The seat was soiled with her piss and her legs were wet as well. I knew how humiliating it would be for her to be lowered down the seat and sit in her own piss. I actually was happy to notice that she hadn't made poo as I didn't want the seat to be soiled with this kind of waste. I put on the hood again and then I entered the cell area. This time she saw me entering.

"Pleeeeeeease do something! I just can't take it anymore. It feels like all my limbs are hurting and cramping and then this awful head cage is constantly adding stress to my head as well as it makes it almost impossible to move my head. I promise to be good if you release me! I have emptied the tin and the bottle though it tasted awful. I wondered what was in the bottle but it certainly didn't taste good at all. And look; the whip is on the floor for you again." she pleaded begging me the best she could.

"It certainly is something different. But look what you have done! Look at your seat! You really have been a pig soiling it with your own filthy disgusting piss. Phew! What an awful stench! I think I was right when I first saw you. You certainly didn't look like a woman who knew the meaning of hygiene. When removing your panties I was hit by the stench of old urine and shit and the panties looked soiled as well. Your pissing on the seat just tells me that I was right!" I said smiling as I knew how degrading this was for her. I could see her head turned red inside the head cage. Then I hooked the whip to my belt again and went to the winch. In order to tease her a little I started turning it clockwise and the clicks from the lock told me that I added more stress to the chain. She immediately felt what was going on.

"Noooooooooo, don't do this! Please don't add more stress to my body. It's feeling like my limbs are ripped out of the sockets. Please make it stop." she begged.

I waited for a few minutes just watching her useless struggling and then I switched the lock on the winch and turned it counter clockwise and she gradually was lowered to the soiled wooden seat. She really looked relieved and grateful while she continued to move towards the seat. I continued until she was sitting like she did in the beginning with the only difference that she was now sitting on a piss soaked surface and then I stopped. Though the surface was hard she didn't deserve to be able to lie down after her afternoon act during the whipping. I decided to let her remain like this though I initially thought that it might be an idea to add some interesting devices to her suit for the night but I would wait to do this until later. I was thinking of adding nipple clamps but then I thought that her nipples probably felt sore enough as they really looked deeply red both due to the cups squeezing them out of the small holes and due to the gel that had made her rub them hard.

"As I cant be sure you actually drank the content if the bottle, I have brought two more bottles with me; one for the night and one you will drink while I am watching you. Each one contains the nice tasting drink you have already had the opportunity to taste. I hope you like it as you will be sorry if you don't drink it. If you don't drink it fast I might decide to operate the winch again and let you remain like before all night. I don't think this is what you want." I said while handling her one of the bottles containing this yellow mixture. I knew that piss alone would make her feel thirsty after drinking it but a half and half mixture would both add her water and make it taste like I wanted it to taste. I decided to tell her what it was after she had emptied the bottle.

"Please, do I really have to? It tastes awful even though I'm thirsty I would rather not!" she said looking at me with a begging look at her face.

"JUST DO AS YOU ARE TOLD! DO I HAVE TO REPEAT EVERYTHING FOR YOU! IF YOU CONTINUE LIKE THIS I MIGHT DECIDE TO PUT YOU IN A TINY BOX FOLDING YOUR BODY LIKE A BALL AND LET YOU REMAIN LIKE THIS FOR ONE MAYBE TWO WEEKS. THIS AREA CONTAINS BOXES, CAGES AND PITS FOR THIS PURPOSE EACH ONE DIFFERENTLY SHAPED BUT ALL MADE TO MAKE A STUBBORN SLAVE OBEY ORDERS" I cried out. Her body made a jump and she took the bottle without asking any more and began to drink with a look of disgust on her face. I enjoyed her fight to drink it all as fast as she could. It took her about five minutes to drink the whole liter the bottle contained.

"Good, very good. It looks like you are learning but you are still learning too slowly. I'm sure the training I have planned for you will make it much easier for you to do as you are told without asking questions!" I said laughing loudly and continued "I see you like resting in your own disgusting piss. As I had the feeling you were like this I'm happy to inform you that the drink you have just drunk is a generous mixture of water and my nice tasting piss. I was just sure that you would enjoy this taste and I can see I was right. If you feel thirsty during the night I have placed a bottle beside you. When I decide to visit you tomorrow I will consider if I think you have emptied it this time or you need more refreshment. Maybe it will be an idea to do it no matter what I think as pigs like you seems to love it and I guess you know that there is nothing like tasty morning urine" I said laughing again. I enjoyed noticing how humiliated she looked. She almost seemed to have forgotten about the itching and the pain from her steel restraints.

"I haven't decided yet if I will be kind to you and let you out of the head cage tomorrow for a moment in order to let you show me what you can do with your tongue between my legs or I might just decide to mount a rubber dildo in the hole of your head cage and ride your face until I explode in a nice orgasm. It's really a difficult choice but I'm sure I will know tomorrow after a nice rest in a warm nice bed. I'm so sorry that I can't offer you the same but there really aren't any comfortable beds in this cell area. As I don't want you to feel cold I think I will increase the temperature in your cell area to 32 degrees for the night. You don't have to thank me. I think it is enough if you show some cooperation tomorrow making me believe I can train you well. Until now I haven't been very pleased. You have shown a very disappointing degree of bladder control and you have tried to hit me with my whip. This certainly isn't the beginning I expected of you. Furthermore your stench concerns me and I don't know if it will be too disgusting to let you satisfy me without a thorough cleaning of your body. I want you to know that when I clean the body of a slut I do it well meaning she is cleaned both inside and outside. I guess you have heard about an enema or you maybe even have already tried one? Well, it doesn't matter as I will show you later. You will be surprised when you discover how much fluid the bowel can take and for how long it can be kept inside you. Furthermore I'm pretty good at using a catheter for cleaning the bladder as well. I'm sure you will enjoy the soap-mixture I normally use for bladder cleaning. When nicely filled you will feel an urgent need to relieve your bladder as well as you will feel an urgent need to empty your bowel but you will just have to wait until I'm ready. I have heard about slaves who were begging and pleading for relieve their bowel and bladder though it would be in front of a whole crowd of people because they felt like they were about to explode. If it was a pay show they normally would have to wait as these acts normally cost extra. After some time strapped to the devices they were just released and then they were told to leave the scene and wait in another area until the Mistress or Master came and removed the equipment. I tell you that it really is interesting to watch a slave walk filled like this. It is even more interesting to see the look at their faces when you find them awaiting the Master or Mistress to arrive. They really must do a great job to prevent their hands from removing it themselves but as they know that this only means one more time they normally succeed doing it though the never ending cramps in their belly and even bladder makes it extremely difficult to control it. I'm sure you will agree with them when you have tried it as you will later" I said with a broad smile. Though I knew she couldn't see my mouth I knew my eyes were smiling as well making her discover how I loved to be totally in control.

Mick closed the book and switched off the light. He was tired but though he was tired he couldn't help masturbating before sleeping thinking about all the exciting reading in the diary. She really was good describing how she had done it and he was sure she had been an excellent Mistress able to make even the most stubborn slave obey orders. He was wondering how this woman looked when she was alive and he decided to go to the library in order to find an old newspaper with pictures. He was quite sure he could find some with pictures of her even though it was long time ago. He still couldn't help thinking about how it would have been living with this Mistress and have one or more slaves in her secret cellar. Then he exploded in a huge orgasm and felt satisfied like he hadn't felt for a long time, before he fell asleep.

Do you want more? If you do want it to continue then please read the following.

First of all I will make some advertisement for a group I have made for the story. It is named Friends of the Courtroom. The link for the group is: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/friends_of_the_courtroom .

In this group I have uploaded some pics reflecting the treatment I have planned to include in the story. I will gradually upload more pics reflecting the story. All you need for joining the group is to write a review for the story. It's easy and it is completely free of any finical costs to write it. Just press the button named "Review it" on the site with the story. My reason for only approving peoples who have written a review is that these reviews tell me if I'm on the right track. I approve you no matter if the review is positive or negative. Remember that it is possible to edit the review later if needed.

I love role-playing and I am presently seeking for woman/women for being co-writer this new story I want the story to be a role-play like the role-plays I have done before. Please read the stories http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=1785 (Janet's Ordeal) and http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=1837 (Janet's Extreme Slave Training). Please read the reviews for the stories as well. Janet's Ordeal is the most reviewed story on the site. Link for review: http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/review.php?storyid=1785 . I did make one fault writing this role-play with Janet. I made it a WWII story. I later regretted this choice as it gave me some bad reviews and it really wasn't my intention to upset anybody. The new story will be free of any historical events.

I need at least one female co-writer for this story. The woman interested will be the "poor" victim in the story and there will be no limits concerning how she is trained and treated. I do of course respect if there is a few limits but sometimes she must even accept to be subjected to this as well as I want the story to be for everybody meaning I want it to include all ordeals reflecting extreme and really hard training of slaves. The only limit will be child porn, snuff and amputation. Save for these restrictions there will be no limit. If you are interested in being a part of the story you will be able to control it in some manners as I will make sure that you are asked what you really like and what is totally turn offs for you in order to make it exciting for all of us.

If you are a female Dom interested I will be happy to receive a letter from you as well as I have planned to include cruel Mistresses in the story as well.

If you are a male sub or Dom and you write perfect English I would be happy to receive a letter from you as well as I need some readers ready to do some proof-reading in order to make the story more reader friendly.

I haven't planned to include male subs or Doms in this story save for me. I might decide to do it in another story I have planned to upload if I find a cruel Mistress ready to participate. Then she will be responsible for the treatment of the male slaves.

I will end this request with telling that you don't have to be afraid that it is too difficult writing the different chapters as you haven't tried to write stories before. Janet's Ordeal was my first story and I had my doubts as well but when reading the reviews I really think both Janet and I did it pretty well. Concerning Janet I can tell that she had to leave due to personal reasons. I'm still in contact with her and she had helped me preparing this first chapter. I don't want the writing of the story to be a pain in the ass. If we have problems writing for a while we just slow down the process and the readers must just accept waiting a little longer for the next chapter.

If this has your interest then please writes a letter with some information about yourself to this email for more information: mickni2000@graffiti.net

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Take care…………

Mick

Introduction to chapter two.

First I want to thank all you who have written reviews for the first chapter of the story. It really means a lot to me to receive these reviews as they tell me if I'm on the right track as well as a lot of the reviewers have written suggestions for the story. I have always loved this dynamic process as it both helps me and it makes me feel like we are more peoples writing the story. I think it is great that the average vote is 8.5 as I only have uploaded one chapter. The reviews can be read using the link http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/review.php?storyid=3305

I'm happy to tell that I finally have succeeded finding a reader ready to do the proofreading needed before the upload. He is from UK. I have planned to ask him if he is ready to make the corrections needed in chapter one as well. I'm extremely happy that he contacted me and I think we all need to thank him for doing it as the work he is doing makes sure you all will be able fully to enjoy the story without being angry with me that I make faults. He hasn't told me yet if I'm allowed to mention his name in the story. Maybe you will hear more about him in the introduction for chapter three.

I have not yet succeeded finding a true co-writer ready to be a 'poor' victim in the story. I have been contacted by one woman who really sounded interested but I'm not sure if she is still with me. Maybe some of the female readers haven't indicated interest because they thought it would be too much work both to write and to do the proofreading. After I have found my new friend in the UK I can tell that all you will have to do is to help me keeping the story on track and write some pages for it from time to time. I will make sure that we make the agreements needed for being sure that it continue to be fun and enjoyment to write it and not a pain n the ass (save for the pain a slave just love….smile) As I still think it is more fun writing the story with 'real' victims included I hope all female readers will think about it. If you think it could be fun to be a part of the story and help me writing it then do as told in the instructions above this introduction.

Furthermore I would be happy to hear from a 'cruel' Mistress as well. I have planned to introduce a Mistress later in the story. So if you are a Mistress and you think it could be fun to help me treating the 'poor' female slaves in this story then send me a letter using the EM mentioned above at the end of chapter one.

Some of the reviewers have told me they want me to write the story alone. I promise to make sure it still reflects my main ideal if I find co-writer(s) for it.

I can't approve new members for the group anymore. As I love to have readers as members of a group I have created a new one. The rules are the same as I still want you to write me a review for joining. I still prefer it to be written on the bdsmlibrary.com site. If it is difficult for you to do it then please send me a note and we will make an agreement. Reviews for the story can be written using the link http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/review.php?storyid=3305

The link for the new group is http://groups.yahoo.com/group/friends_of_the_old_courtroom/

I still need to do some more preparation in the new group. I will do it as quickly as possible but right now I thought it was more important that I send the next chapter. I'm sure you all agree with me.

I think this is enough talking as you probably all are excited to write more. Please be kind and write me some reviews to tell me if you like it.

Here is what you all have been waiting fore. I'm excited to read your reviews for it.

I proudly present:

The old Courtroom

Chapter two

The diary, Pat's ordeal begins.

Mick woke up late. He had read the diary until the early hours of the morning, so he really was tired before he had gone to sleep. He really felt satisfied when he awoke. No work was planned and he thought about what he actually wanted to do today. Then he saw the diary lying on the table and he knew why he felt so good.

"I have never in my entire life had an orgasm like I had some hours ago. Even the best woman I have fucked can't beat the orgasm I had while thinking about that diary and what the old lady did to this slut" Mick thought.

He decided to make a cup of coffee and some breakfast and then he would remain in bed for a while and read some more. He was quite fond of the idea that he could lie naked in bed and enjoy the feeling it would surely give him between his legs while reading it. He took a sip of the hot coffee and enjoyed some of bacon and bread and then he finally couldn't wait any longer to continue with the diary.

" The 3rd of June 1952: I awoke early in the morning and the very first thing in my mind was my 'submissive' sweet little pet in my secret place. I hurried eating my breakfast as I was quite excited to se how the slut was after one more night in her steel dress. Then I thought to myself that there was no need to rush that much. I was sure she was going to wait for me. I couldn't help smiling while thinking that, as I knew that she had no other choice. She would probably even be happy to see me as this would mean I hadn't just left her in these steel restraints that she had no chance of removing. Furthermore it wouldn't help even if she was able to remove them as the heavy cell door would make sure she would remain in the area until a person with the right key showed up. I wondered about masturbating and having a nice morning orgasm while thinking about her, but I decided to wait. I figured out some other plans to make sure I would be even more satisfied than I would be by masturbating alone."

"Oh she really is lovely!!! What a great story teller!! I'm still sorry that it will never be possible to meet her for real" Mick was thinking while he began to get a hard on again.

" Dear reader, I don't think it will be a surprise to you that Pat is a part of my plan to be even more satisfied? If that is your guess I can assure you that it is right and I will tell you later what I have planned"

Again Mick had this strange feeling like she was sitting right beside him, telling her story. He couldn't help looking around the bedroom, but of course nobody was there.

" I did the necessary housework and then I just couldn't wait anymore. I went to my secret place and, as usual, made sure that nobody saw me. It really would be a disaster if somebody saw me entering the cellar. Before entering I dressed as usual in my tight-fitting leather catsuit with openings in the right places - if I felt like rubbing my clit or breasts or maybe even both. After hiding my head under the scary looking medieval leather hood I opened the secret trapdoor and entered the area of lust. Pat didn't hear me coming. I was careful not to make any noise while approaching the cell in which I had her locked up. The opening for the cell consisted of two doors; a heavy barred cell door and a heavy oak door for totally securing the cell. As I wanted to be able to watch my pet before entering the cell I had made some improvements. I had mounted a one way mirror in the oak door making it possible to watch the inside of the cell without her knowledge. I couldn't help being excited while just looking through the mirror and my juices began to flow again. There she was almost as I left her. I could see that the high temperature had done its work. Her body was covered in sweat and she really looked miserable. It was obvious that she felt very uncomfortable. I smiled to myself thinking that this was only the beginning of her ordeal and she already disliked it. I couldn't see if she had emptied the bottle beside her, but I bet she would be happy to notice that I had remembered to gather my morning urine in a bottle just in case she needed more refreshment. I couldn't help smiling again. It really must be disgusting to be forced to drink the piss from another woman but I had no sorrow for her. She had spat at me and she actually deserved something even worse for this crime. She just had to be grateful that I offered her fresh piss. I could just as easily store it for some days to make it taste even worse.

"But I'm not an evil person!" I said to myself and smiled again. I had to behave myself and not laugh loudly; I still didn't want her to notice that I was watching her. I couldn't see if she had severely messed her seat but I knew she had already done it yesterday meaning she probably already felt dirty and disgusting. Now I just couldn't wait any longer and I unlocked first the heavy oak door and opened it. She looked at the door and I could she see was about to complain but then she remained silent.

"Clever girl! She has already learnt something!" I thought and then I unlocked the heavy barred cell door and opened it. I could see she couldn't help looking a little scared as I approached her like a queen entering her castle, but in a very different dress.

"Good morning, my sweet smelling pet! Have you had a nice night of rest? It really looks like you have problems enduring the heat" I asked her

"Not at all! The steel restraints are evilly cutting into my skin and the awful itching hasn't stopped yet though it isn't as worse as it was in the beginning. And this hard surface really isn't a nice place for sleeping and each time I almost fell asleep, I awoke again because this awful steel cage surrounding my head clanged against the concrete walls. You can't keep me like this! I still advise you to think about what will happen when the police find me!" she started again

"Ooooooooh sweetie, you have just so much to learn! But don't worry; we will have plenty of time to teach you. But you have disappointed me again. When I entered the cell I actually thought you had already learnt something as you cleverly kept your mouth shut but now this has no effect at all!! Do I really have to repeat myself again and again? Do they even know you have disappeared? And if they know; where should they look for you? And finally; who has the keys for the cells and your restraints? I know I ask you a lot of questions but I really have to if I am ever going to make you realize that the only one who is able to release you is me. And finally I'm happy to inform you that I have no intention of releasing you for the next couple of months, or maybe even more. Therefore, my advice for you is to be a submissive, smelly slut and do exactly as you are told. If you behave well I might decide to release you a little earlier than I initially have planned but if you continue like this I will certainly never even think about that" I said and stopped, watching her in order to notice her reaction.

She remained silent for a while and then she started again.

"But why are you doing all this to me? Why not stop now? If you think I needed to be punished for something I really think that this is enough. Why don't we both make an agreement? I promise not ever to tell anything about this and you just remove these restraints and let me go. I will be happy to wear a hood until you release me if you are afraid that I will be able to find this place again. What do you think about this suggestion?" Pat asked me and looked at me with two exciting eyes and a look at her face that left no doubt that she really hoped I would agree with her. I decided to play a little with her before telling her that her ordeal had even not started yet.

"If I really decided to release you, how could I then be sure I could trust you? I mean even if I hooded you and made sure you didn't see anything during our trip to your place of release then you would still be able to tell a lot about me and this place. Have you been thinking about that?" I asked her and waited. I smiled under the hood knowing how disappointed she would be when she found out that release totally was out of the question.

"I promise you I won't tell anybody" she started, clearly relived that I actually showed a willingness to think about releasing her, and she continued

"I have absolutely no problem forgetting all this. No serious harm has been done to me and the marks from the restraints will surely disappear after a few days. Let's just both agree that this is stupid and just forget about it after you have released me. I would never be able to recognize you again. Consequently there is no danger that the police would ever be able to find you even if I told them about it. But I promise to keep my mouth shut if you release me. Nobody except us will ever know about this. You still have to think about the fact that my parents will soon worry about me and then they will start to look for me. If you release me now they will not even notice I have been kidnapped" she stopped again and anxiously awaited my response.

"You might be right and it all sounds very promising, but you still forget something" I said

"What do you mean? I can't see any problems if we do as I suggest" she asked me

"You have forgotten a very important aspect. Can't you see it?" I asked her and smiled at her. I could she really was thinking but she couldn't figure out an answer for my question.

"No, I'm sorry but I really think we have solved the problem if we do as I suggest. What is the additional problem that you have in mind?" she asked me.

"You have forgotten that I'm a lesbian sadist who just loves to torture sluts like you. I have never had my own pet ready to suffer for me. Now that I have you then I can't see any reasons for releasing you as this would mean no more pleasure for me. I feel a fire between my legs each time I see you in these nice steel restraints. If I released you I would lose this lovely feeling. No, my sweet smelly slut, I have to inform you that what you have endured until now is a vacation compared to what I have in store for you. Just wait and see. You will be surprised to find out how much pain you actually are able to take and it will just be such a pleasure for me to teach you" I said laughing loudly. I almost couldn't stop laughing.

"Sorry sweetie, but I just can't help it. Did you actually think I really would release you again right now? Tell me you're kidding! You can't be that stupid!" I said and laughed even louder.

Pat just remained silent. I think she was about to realise that she really was in trouble and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Her eyes clearly told me that she had found out that escape was out of the question, at least right now.

"OK" I said in a more commanding tone "Now that we both know we will be together for a long time I will be happy to show you what I have in mind" I said.

"But before we begin I was wondering if you are thirsty. You have emptied the bottle completely. Do you need more?" I asked almost sounding like I really cared for her.

"Oh yes please!!! I'm dying of thirst!! Please let me have something tasting different than the mix in the bottle that you offered me for the night!" she said almost sounding like she was really begging me.

"Of course sweetie, I promise it will be different. Your mixture for the night contained my afternoon urine. I'm happy to tell you that I have brought with me this bottle containing my fresh morning urine. It's much tastier than the afternoon urine I promise you. What do you prefer? The usual half and half mix or do you want it stronger?" I asked her smiling under the hood.

She just remained silent almost looking like she was in shock. I just ignored her and continued.

"OK then, I'll make the choice for you. We continue with the half and half mixture. No need to change it as it seems to work all right. You do even piss though it isn't that much. But I have noticed you are even more soiled with your own piss." I said while preparing the bottle in front of her.

"Here you are my smelly slut! Look how beautiful and yellow it is. It really looks tasty. I actually think it is much tastier than you deserve. Enjoy your drink while I prepare the equipment I have planned to use in order to make sure we both have fun. Or maybe it will be more fun for me than it will be for you…..who knows" I said and laughed again and then I left the cell.

It really was a sight to see the look on her face when she saw me return wheeling an evil looking heavy steel chair or at least a thing that mostly resembled chair. She actually had emptied the bottle. She really was thirsty and she had probably realised that she wasn't going to be offered anything else.

Mick stopped reading while rubbing his dick a little, feeling extremely excited again. He took another sip of the coffee and noticed that it was almost cold as he had almost completely forgotten about it due to all the reading.

"What a woman!! I wonder how she managed to get all this equipment working again. I mean; it must have been left in the dungeon for years without any maintenance and no heat in the area. I have seen some equipment from old dungeons in museums and some of it really looks miserable, even though they have done a lot to make it look good again" Mick was thinking and then he turned page again. Once again she had 'heard' him!

"Dear reader, I can't help telling you some more secrets concerning this exciting dungeon. As I wanted to keep the prison as my secret I had to prepare it all by myself. It took me several years preparing it all. Everything was rusty and nothing at all worked. I guess you can imagine that it really was hard work to prepare it all as this secret prison seemed to have had it all. If you are like me I'm sure you understand that though it was exciting to masturbate while having fantasies about having a slut locked in restraints inside this exciting area and torturing her, it still was a bit disappointing knowing that I might never be able to do it for real. Now I had a slut 'ready' to suffer for me and even a slut who deserved it for her faults. I guess you can imagine that I had a flow of juices between my legs that almost made me feel like I had pissed in my panties. But I knew it was something else as they were extremely greasy as well and the fire in my secret spot left no doubt that I had found the right slut for giving me a lot of fun and pleasure. I just had to tell you that before we moved on.

Mick put his hand inside his underpants and noticed that they weren't that different compared to the panties she described. He smiled to himself and continued reading while feeling extremely sexually aroused thinking about this marvellous woman.

"What is this? What will you do to me? I won't sit on that! No way!" she screamed out

"Well my little stinker…..you actually have no choice. I have ways to force you but first I think you deserve a little explanation about this excellent chair. I'm proud to tell you that you are presently watching a piece of history. This chair was used for punishing both female and male prisoners who had 'disappeared' from the public prison and were 'stored' in this cell area. The chosen few from the court had made this closed circle and they decided if the public prison was too kind for them compared to the crimes they had committed. If these criminals were sentenced to death they sometimes decided that this was too easy for them and they were transferred to this dungeon during the night and nobody ever saw them again. They lived and died in this dungeon area and believe me, they all wished they had died as initially planned. In this very dungeon they really paid the price for their crime and they paid it well. I found some papers telling what they did and I'm happy to tell you that I have planned to try a lot of these ordeals on you. But first I have planned to let you try one of my own inventions" I said and waited to see her reaction.

"No, please no….you can't strap me to that chair….you have no right to do that! I warn you!" she tried again

"And what do you plan to do about it? From my point of view I don't think you have much chance to beat me. Do you agree, or do you think I have missed something?" I asked her.

Pat seemed to have realised that she was in severe trouble and she sensibly remained quiet.

"Won't answer me? Good, as I think you know what the answer is. Then I will tell you a little more about this chair before we begin. I just love this chair. When I found the cellar all the equipment was rusty and it didn't work at all. But this wonderful place includes a workshop as well. I bought new tools for the workshop and then I began to repair all the equipment. This excellent chair took me over a week to repair again. First I removed the rust from the surfaces and from all moving parts. It really was hard and quite boring work. But as I wanted to keep this place as my secret I had to do it myself, even though it isn't exactly work for a lady. After all that hard work I started to get the moving parts working again. I will tell you all about these moving parts. First of all I guess you have noticed that it consists of a relatively high, but not that broad, back rest and a kind of a seat consisting of two broad steel plates which are placed about twenty centimetres from each other. Each of the leg rests is bent at a 90 degree angle and they run down to the floor, acting as two legs for the chair. I guess you can imagine that this means the victim sits with their private parts freely accessible for any treatment that may be desired for the victim to endure. Furthermore, an adjustment mechanism has been installed meaning you are able to control the space between the knees. So you are able to have the victim sitting on the chair with his or her legs widely spread or you can have them close together. Personally I prefer the first location of the legs" I said and paused for a while, looking at her. She really looked frightened and very scared at hearing all this.

"The best part of it is that it can be tilted. Have a look!" I said and operated a handle and adjusted the chair to a location that turned the legs to point up in the air.

"You see what I mean. Now it is almost like a gynaecological chair and if you make sure the legs are widely spread you have a really perfect access to the cunt and ass if it is a woman who has the fortune to be strapped to the chair" I said and laughed, knowing that Pat could easily imagine who the victim was going to be.

"I guess you have noticed all the leather straps located all over the chair. I don't think these straps need any explanation? All the holes drilled in the iron plates are for fixing different equipment." I said and paused again

"Oh, I almost forgot. You see the frame under the seat? It's for mounting a normal seat with the only difference that it is a cold iron seat. I think you know how heat conductive iron is? When they used this chair they sometimes placed the victim on the seat. Then they had a special box that could be mounted under the seat, which was made of iron as well. The box had some lids at the sides and holes for air. After mounting the box they filled it with red hot coals and then they just waited to see the reaction. Can you imagine what will happen?" I said and waited for her answer.

Pat didn't say anything, almost looking sick hearing this. I think she was realising that she really was in trouble and that there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

"And there is more. I found some really interesting equipment for heating torture. Look at these devices. I have only brought a few of them with me to let you see. These nice exciting fellows must have really caused the victim severe pain. I had problems figuring out how they were operated, but I was lucky enough to find some old books telling me about them" I said and showed her the strange looking devices. I had only brought two with me. Each one consisted of an iron dildo at one end with a triangular curved steel plate at the end of the dildo, and then a relatively long steel rod at the other end. The devices had leather straps attached to the steel plates. The steel rod ended in some relatively thin steel rods, which were attached to the curved steel plate in various locations.

"These devices really are marvellous!! I'm quite impressed I can tell you. You have probably noticed that the thicknesses of the dildos are different? It's because I have chosen to show you a cunt device and a device for the ass hole. The dildos are pushed up either in the ass or the cunt depending on which part you wanted to treat. They actually made a device for the cock of a man as well. It is shaped to have the cock trapped inside a narrow container and then the curved plate was strapped between his legs. In the seat of the chairs they had made holes for the rods. Then the rods were located in the coal boxes as well. Now I think you can imagine what happens to the dildo and curved plates? They are gradually heated. First it just feels wonderful but then the temperature rises to a level that isn't that pleasant between your legs and especially not in a cunt or an ass hole. It is told in the old papers I found that the prisoners really feared this treatment. A more sophisticated version of this torture was to place the heating steel rod in a tin full of coal meaning the seat wasn't heated at all. Then they were only tortured in the ass hole or the cunt and the sensitive area around these places. And they have done some lovely experiments using these devices" I told her and paused again.

"First of all I can tell that the thickness of the tiny steel rod for the curved plate has been selected with great care. This is done to make sure the temperature of the curved steel plate covering the ass or cunt is the same no matter where you decide to measure it. And look at the heating steel rod. Do you see all the marks on it? Each mark tells you the maximum temperature you want the victim to endure. You gradually heat up the rod. It will slowly turn red hot farther and farther up the rod. Then you can read in the manual and decide what you want. For instance I can tell that red hot to this level here means a red and slightly swollen cunt. If you heat to this level she would be in severe trouble and it will take some time before the cunt has recovered to normal shape again." I said and laughed loudly again.

It really was exciting telling her all this. I almost couldn't wait to get started but all this talking did something between my legs and it felt like I was swimming in juices in my panties.

"Enough talking! Now you know about all the possibilities this chair brings. Furthermore, you have already seen that it can be wheeled to different locations without having to release the victim from it. When you have reached your location you can lower the legs of the chair to the floor again and then you can fix the chair to the floor making sure it remains in position no matter how much the victim struggles while enduring the 'kind' treatment you have decided to reward her with. I will now give you a chance to try this excellent chair. All these years I have been dreaming about using it for real and I think you are just perfect for this purpose" I said with a broad smile on my face under the hood. I was sure she could see in my eyes how excited I was. Without letting her see it I had produced two padlocks and before she could resist I quickly padlocked her manacles on her hands to the steel belt holding her chastity device.

"Just to make sure you don't do anything stupid. And I warn you; if you try and give me any trouble I have some nice nipple clamps that I will be happy to use on these red and swollen nipples peeking out of the holes in the steel bra." I said and strapped a heavy leather belt under her arm pits with thick rings mounted at the end. I hooked a chain running from the middle of the ceiling into these rings. Then I unlocked the padlock holding the chain running from her head cage. I removed the chain running from her chastity belt to her hobble chain that had prevented her from fully stretching her legs. She immediately stretched her legs out and I could see it caused her pain after not being able to do it for so long.

"Ok, this will do. Now you are ready to enter the throne of fun and pleasure. As I don't expect you to be ready to enter it without resisting I will make sure you will do it anyway. The winch located on the ceiling just outside the cell door operates the chain running from the ceiling. If you don't want to co-operate and walk to the spot yourself it is no problem; the chain will simply drag you to the middle of the room. If you are smart you will just stand up and walk to the middle, but this will be your choice" I said and laughed loudly, feeling extremely excited. I just felt great knowing that within a few minutes I would have the first real slut strapped to this excellent chair of pain and pleasure.

I started turning the winch and slowly the chain was dragging her towards the middle of the room. She was clever enough to start walk to the spot by herself, though I could see she had difficulties walking after being restrained like she had been for that long. After some turning the chain became tight and she was slowly lifted free of the ground towards the ceiling. I continued turning the winch until I was sure the chair could be wheeled in to position directly under her. Then I stopped and locked the winch making sure she didn't fall to the floor again. Then I went inside the cell again and place the chair under her. It really was a sight seeing her hanging from the ceiling dressed in the steel bra and chastity belt and with her head surrounded by the nice head cage.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh my sweet smelling thing. Isn't it exciting? Aren't you honoured that I let you be my very first victim sitting on this excellent chair? They really did a great job making all these systems for controlling the prisoners. You see this lid on the wall just beside the cell door? I will now open it and show you what is inside. Look my sweet; inside there are some handles that only can be operated when the steel lid is opened. These handles operate the locks for the winches located outside the cell. If I take the link chain for the handle, look what happens when I operate it?" I said and dragged on the chain. The winch was unlocked and slowly she was lowered towards the chair. I used the other hand for guiding her in to position. After a while her ass was placed at the middle of the chair and her loins rested on the steel plates, which were the only devices supporting her while sitting. I had made sure that the legs of the chair were positioned so she was sitting like you normally would sit on a chair.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's so cold!!!!!!!!! Don't force me to sit on this chair! It's really not comfortable at all" she complained.

"This excellent chair isn't supposed to be comfortable at all!! It is only the tormentor who is having pleasure while using this nice chair, not the victim!!" I said and laughed loudly again while strapping her torso tightly to the backrest of the chair with the leather straps. Then I strapped her loins to the 'seat' and I ended up fixing her steel manacles to the legs of the chair. There was no need to do anything with her arms as she couldn't do much with her hands chained to the belt. Then I fixed her head cage to the tall backrest of the chair making sure she couldn't move her head at all. After finishing strapping her I fixed the chair to some slots located in the floor and then I tilted her until she was lying on her back with the legs up in the air and I locked it in position. After removing the belt that was used for dragging her towards the ceiling I took a few steps back and admired my handiwork.

"Ohhhhhhhh what a sight. All I need is to spread your legs widely and then you are ready to a lot of fun and pleasure! I don't think you are able to imagine how sexy you look strapped to this chair, wearing your steel equipment. I said and approached the chair again and started to turn a handle located at the side of the chair. Gradually her legs were spread totally exposing her private parts that had not been hidden under the belt. I just continued turning until she screamed out loudly.

"Stop it!!! It hurts! I just can't spread them anymore! Please stop it!!" she screamed in a useless attempt to make me stop. I was sure she was able to spread them a little more and after a few more turns I finally stopped and stepped back again.

"This really is a sight. Have anybody ever told you that you have an extremely sexy ass just begging for the whip? And I can't even see it all! I'm sure that you are almost happy that you wear the belt so you are not totally exposing your filthy cunt and ass! I'm sure a gynaecologist would just love to work on you strapped like this. He would have no problems accessing your filthy holes if you didn't wear the belt. " I said and laughed again.

I left her for a short while and then returned with a chair I made myself. It was shaped like a toilet seat but it was open at the front. Furthermore it had rests for the legs pointing slightly backwards with foot rests at the end. It was upholstered with thick black leather making it very comfortable to sit on. In the right position your feet were located in the foot rests and your shinbones were resting on the leg rests. This meant you were able to move your ass up and down while sitting on it as you are fucking. As she couldn't turn her head I lifted the chair to let her see it.

"You see this chair? I'm very proud that I succeeded making it. You see it is shaped like an open toilet seat. I call it my fuck chair. You will be equipped with a dildo sticking out from the head cage. The dildo has an inflatable gag at the other end. When inserted I will inflate the gag making sure you only can breathe through your nose. Then I will locate this nice chair with the seat surrounding your head and the dildo pointing up from the middle of the seat. Then I will take position on the chair and I will ride the dildo meaning you are actually fucking me. It's really lovely riding this dildo as it has rows of rubber bumps making it so stimulating to ride it. As I want it to be a pleasure for you as well I have made sure I haven't washed my cunt for the last couple of days. As you only can drag air through your nose you will have all the pleasure you can get by dragging in the smell of it. I bet you are grateful!! I guess it is the very first time you have fucked a woman or even had lesbian sex. Then it must be great to be allowed to use your head the very first time. As I can't touch your cunt during the fucking I have planned something else instead. I hardly can wait to see your cunt and breasts again but I have decided to let you wear the steel gear for a few more days yet. I'm really excited to see how red and swollen your cunt lips will be after being locked in this belt for so long. As I want it to be fun for you as well I will use this large syringe to inject the exciting itching gel under the curved steel band and under the cups of your steel bra. You told me the itching has almost disappeared and therefore you certainly deserve to have fresh gel added." I said and laughed again.

"Nooooooooo, please nooooooooo, not that again. It's horrible having the gel added to the sensitive parts of my body. Noooooooooooooo I can't take the itching, please make it stop" she screamed out loudly while I generously pushed the plunger of the syringe, adding new gel to all the right places. Her screams left me in no doubt that it still worked.

"Sorry dear, but now that I have added it there is no way to stop it. It will just stop after a little more than 24 hours, as you already know." I said and continued.

"Now that you have a nice itching feeling between your legs I think I deserve to feel something as well. Please open widely and let me mount this nice dildo on your head cage." I quickly rammed it into her mouth, which still was open due to her screaming and then I inflated the ball until she was silent. I made sure she still was able to breathe through her nose and then I located my fuck chair with the seat surrounding her cage and the dildo nicely pointing towards the ceiling. Again I took position a few inches from her to be able to enjoy the sight.

"Ohhhhhhhh my sweet smelling slut. I wish you were able to see yourself right now. You really look like a fuck toy just ready to serve - and that's exactly what you are right now! I bet you are excited to find out how it what it is like when you see my ass and cunt approaching your face, letting the dildo enter my hole of pleasure. When I sit on the seat I almost cut off the air for you and all the air you get will be mixed with the smell of my private parts. Isn't it exciting? I have actually been thinking on some improvements. My plan is to make the head of the victim completely surrounded by air tight plastic with the hole in the chair as the only opening for air. Then I have planned to wrap some plastic around my waist and make sure that this piece of plastic makes the front part of the chair completely air tight. If it is a success it will be possible for me to totally cut off the air when I sit on the seat of the chair meaning all the air you have for breathing is the air trapped inside this little space. Don't you think it would be exciting for you to gradually feel the lack of oxygen while you enjoy the smell of my ass and pussy? I bet you do! Let's save this for later. Now I think it is time for my ride, and while I ride the dildo you will be able to enjoy the itching between your legs and under the cups covering your breasts" I said feeling extremely excited.

I took off my leather suit and stood in front of her completely naked as I wore no panties or bra under the suit. I made sure the hood was tight around my neck to make sure she didn't have a sight of my face while riding the dildo. Then I took up position on the chair and slowly I lowered my ass towards the seat making sure the dildo entered the right hole. It was just wonderful feeling the rows of smooth rubber bumps entering my pussy and knowing that this slut had a clear view of my ass coming closer and closer to her head. I remained seated on the seat with the dildo fully inserted for a while in order to let her enjoy the smell of my relatively dirty ass and pussy. I could hear her trying to talk or scream through her gag, making me even more excited. I was so excited that I could feel my juices dripping from my pussy and this just added to the excitement as I knew it was dripping on the slut's face, making her feel even more humiliated being forced to act as a fuck toy. Then I started riding. First very slowly making sure the slut enjoyed the sight of my ass moving up and down the dildo. After a while I just felt so excited that I couldn't help increasing the speed. I could feel an orgasm building up and I knew it would only take a few minutes or maybe even less before I came.

"It's too early! I have to control myself and start it all over again!" I thought and remained still on the seat. I didn't dare to move at all as I knew that only slight movement would make me come. Gradually I managed to control it and I felt the pleasure reduce in strength. I waited until I was sure it had almost gone before I started all over again knowing that the slut had enjoyed the smell of ass and pussy while I had these difficulties controlling it. I was quite proud that I actually managed to control it as even sitting on the dildo not moving at all still made me extremely excited. Then I started again, but this time I made sure I didn't increase speed until I really couldn't wait any longer. Again I felt this wonderful sweet itching between my legs while the smooth rubber bumps just stimulated my pussy walls and clit. I couldn't control it any longer. Before I exploded in the most wonderful orgasm I had felt for a long time, I took a good grip on both of her nipples, pressing out of their rubber cups, and squeezed them evilly. While I could hear her screaming through her gag due to the sudden pain I exploded. It really felt like the orgasm never would stop. I just came and came, feeling this wonderful pleasure all over my whole body. I remained seated for a while totally exhausted and satisfied while feeling an almost constant stream of juices leaving my pussy. Then I slowly raised my ass again letting the dildo leave my still damp pussy and I again took position beside her. Through the hole of the seat I saw a slut covered in my juices. She looked like she had almost been swimming in juice and I noticed that some of it had even hit her eyes making her blink continuously to try and remove it. I took a piece of dry wool fabric and dried her eyes with it.

"Now you really look like a slave ready to serve in all ways! Wasn't it wonderful seeing my ass move up and down the dildo and enjoy the smell of an excited woman pussy?" I said while smearing a generous amount of my pussy juices under her nose, making sure she would be able to enjoy the smell for a while. Then I deflated the rubber ball again and removed the dildo from her head cage and I also removed my pleasure chair. I now knew that this chair would cause me a lot of pleasure. While creating it I really had my doubts that it would ever be used for real. After trying it for real I just concluded that it really fulfilled my deepest dreams concerning the pleasure I would be able to feel riding a dildo mounted in the mouth of a real slut. She sounded relived being able to breathe through both mouth and nose again.

"This really is sick!!!!!!! You have no rights treating me like this! You treat me worse than an animal. I really think it is time for you to reconsider and make the wise choice and release me. I am still ready to forget all about this, so you wouldn't get busted for kidnapping and what you have already done to me. Please be clever and do as I suggest" she tried once again.

"JUST SHUT UP!!!! WILL YOU NEVER LEARN! IF YOU CONTINUE ALL THIS USELESS BEGGING I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL REGRET IT FOREVER. I HAVE SEVERAL TIMES MADE CLEAR TO YOU THAT I WILL KEEP YOU HERE FOR A LONG TIME AND MAKE SURE YOU PAY THE PRICE FOR ALL YOUR FAULTS. MAYBE YOU ARE WONDERING WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO DESERVE THIS BUT I WON'T TELL YOU RIGHT NOW!" I shouted out loudly. This really did something to her. She jumped in her chair but she just remained silent.

I used a towel for drying the sweat from my body after the ride and then I put on my leather suit again. Now I again looked like the dominating Mistress ready to make her suffer.

"I'm a bit exhausted after this huge orgasm. I think we will stop for today but before leaving you I have decided to make some preparation of you. During the medieval times it was quite common to fit the victim in the equipment of torture the night before it was planned to be used. Then he or she could think on the pain to come while wearing it all night. It is told that this treatment sometimes could be even worse than the pain the equipment caused to the victim. I have decided to let you wear a nice piece of equipment during the night while strapped to this nice chair. Look at these pair of nice boots. They are almost like the well known Spanish Boots" I said showing her a pair of nice steel boots. They were shaped like a pair of long boots running almost up to the knee. They had a lid located over the instep to make it easier to fit it. After putting them on the lid was closed and locked into place with a padlock making it impossible to remove the boots without the key. Furthermore screws were located at the legs of the boots making it possible to make the steel legs squeeze the real legs when they were tightened.

"I can tell you about how they were used later. Right now I think we just fit them on you" I said while unlocking the restraints for her right leg. Then I fitted the right boot on her leg and locked the lid into place. Then I started tightening the screws until she began moaning in pain due to the squeezing. I quickly fitted the left boot and then I locked both boots to the legs of the chair making any movement of her legs and feet impossible for her.

"They really are sophisticated. Look what I can do!" I said and operated a handle located at the side of each boot. Gradually forcing her instep to point towards the floor. I stopped when they were almost forced in the same angle as her legs. Though it wasn't that painful doing this she still moaned a little and she looked a bit scared being fitted in these boots.

"I know that it isn't that painful wearing them yet. But I know that keeping the feet in this position for a while will make you suffer cramps in the legs. I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do about it. Please enjoy it. I will store you in a special room for the night. The place I will store you is called the large box. It is just large enough to let the chair enter. Then the heavy oak door can be closed and heating can be switched on making it feel almost like a sauna. I bet you will enjoy it as you told me the chair is so cold." I said and laughed again.

"But please, may I use a toilet before this? I really need to!" She begged me.

"Why sweetie, you have until now just soiled the floor under you with your piss. Why can't you continue being a pig and doing that?" I asked her.

"It's not from that place I need to be relieved!" she said and turned red in the face.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, I see. This really is no problem. The chair is open between your legs and I have a special container, which can be placed under you for this purpose. Then you are welcome to do what you need to do while I wait until you have finished it" I said smiling at her.

"Please, not in front of you. Please be kind and let me at least do this by my myself!" she begged.

I just ignored her useless begging and place the shit container under her ass as well preparing some paper for cleaning her filthy asshole afterwards.

"Be my guest. Do what you need to do" I said and laughed.

She realised that I had no intention of either releasing her or undoing her belt, as it had a hole located for this purpose. After a few minutes I could smell that she had begun. She had some difficulties pressing it out of the hole but it seemed to work for her. After a while she seemed to have finished relieving her bowel.

"Have you relieved it all? It smells like you have. Now you stink even worse!" I said with a sound of disgust.

"I have" she said turning a brighter shade of scarlet.

I put on a pair of rubber gloves in front of her and then I took the paper and walked behind the chair. I wiped her ass hole and the steel band as much as possible with the paper. Then I walked in front of her again and showed her the paper.

"Look what a disgusting brown it's turned! It really is a mess!" I said while I got an excellent idea. I took my rubber covered index finger and smeared it with her waste from the paper. Then I wiped the finger under her nose and her upper lip.

"Nooooooo, what are you doing?" she screamed out.

"I'm just making sure you will be able to enjoy the smell of both me and yourself during your stay in the box. Now that your bowels are empty I've got another idea for making it even more enjoyable for you during the night. You see the syringe with the itching gel? It hasn't been completely emptied. Why not empty it up in your filthy ass? Don't you think this is an excellent idea? Then you will be able to enjoy the never ending itching deep inside your ass as well" I said and laughed while ramming the relatively large but harmless needle up inside her ass hole. It was merely shaped like a small tube meaning it didn't cause any damage as I pushed it deep up inside her. Then I pressed the plunger until the syringe had been completely emptied. I could see she immediately started to move her bowels again desperately trying to get rid of the itching gel before it started to work. I just enjoyed it and waited to tell her another secret until I saw a small amount of the gel leave her ass hole.

"That's good my sweetie! I waited before telling you that this is actually stupid. But now it is too late for you. When moving your bowels you actually make sure the gel is smeared all over the inside of your bowels. If you just had waited there would be a chace that it would be collected along with some of your shit, meaning it would do less harm inside you. But that is too late now. Now you only will have to wait a few minutes and then you will feel like your entire bowels are filled with ants walking around inside you. Just wait and see!" I told her and laughed again.

"Now that I'm through with you I think it is time for storing you for the night though it isn't that late yet. But I have some housework to do as well, which means I have no more time for you today. So you can sit in the darkness and think on the ordeal to commence tomorrow. I bet you will find it exciting" I said and wheeled the chair towards the box. I stopped in front of the box in order to let her have a nice look before she was stored inside it. It really was a nice box, shaped like the chair with three doors to be opened before she could be located with the backrest of the chair at the wall. One door was closed in front of her legs. Another door was closed over her legs and the last door was closed in front of her face and torso leaving her in complete darkness in a very narrow space just large enough to lock the chair inside the box. In the old papers it was told that the victims really suffered from claustrophobia while having a 'nice' rest inside the box. Furthermore it had a feeding system for feeding the victim from the outside of the box as well as water could be added. As a heating system was connected the victim really needed water in order to avoid dehydrating inside it. I opened the doors and wheeled the chair in position. Then I raised the wheels making the chair stand on the legs. I closed all the doors and then I opened the lid in the door in front of her face. I mounted the feeding device in her mouth. It caused me a little trouble inserting it but after pressing at her teeth for a while and threatening her with squeezing her nipples again if she still refused she opened her mouth. I fixed it to the head cage and then I instructed her.

"During your stay in this exciting box you will need a lot of water as I will make sure that the box temperature is similar to the temperature in a sauna. Just press the valve with your teeth and water will be added. In the medieval times the box was heated with coals but I have modified it with a normal radiator. As the space is narrow I don't need that much heating to maintain the required temperature. It will be an excellent combination of several ordeals. You will feel both itching, cramps at your legs and an uncomfortable temperature inside the box as well as you will be tired of being strapped in the same position on the chair. I wonder which torture will be the worst for you, do you know? I'm sure you will tell me tomorrow. You will remain in this box at least twelve hours. Please enjoy your stay!" I said and slammed the lid shut. Then I filled the bottle located outside the box with water and turned on the heating. I waited until I was sure the temperature increased and then I just left her, excited like hell to see how she would be able to cope with this ordeal. Furthermore I almost couldn't wait to carry out the plans I had for her tomorrow but I still thought it would do her good if her ordeal was a combination of isolation and real torture. I could hear some weak begging sounds for release from the inside of the box. I just smiled and rubbed my clit a little though the suit. I had never felt so excited in my entire life and this was just the beginning!! This slut would pay me back several times for her sins.

Mick closed the book for a while and closed his eyes. Again he was lying with a hard on reading all this.

"Gosh man, this woman really was something. I wonder if she had any limits concerning how to treat this slut. I bet I will find out later. God, how I wish I was able to find this dungeon. What makes me even more excited is that if I succeed in finding it all the equipment will probably still be inside it. And if she has greased it well it will probably still be working or will need only minor maintenance to make it work again" Mick thought rubbing his dick. He had to do some housework as well but he would hurry up finishing it in order to be able to continue the reading.

Introduction for chapter three.

Hi all friends of my story

Please read the introduction as has some important news for you.

I know I have kept you waiting for a long time for the next chapter but I have an explanation.

I have always wanted this story to be unique and something special. Therefore it is important that it is well written and that the grammar is as perfect as it can be in order to make it a pleasure to read. I found a native English writer who helped me correcting it but he seems to have left me. I received some messages from him telling me why and that he still was ready to do it. But now I just can’t wait any longer as well as I don’t think it is fair to keep you waiting any longer for the next chapter.

My “fuel” for continuing is the reviews I receive for the story. I made a group for the story and the only demand for joining the group was a review for the story. Yahoo decided to delete the group and all work done in the group was gone. I have some plans concerning group for the story. First I just want you to join the group http://groups.msn.com/FriendsoftheoldCourtroom. I haven’t done much in this group yet and I am not sure if it will be the future group for the story but if you join I will be able to tell about new plans.

As the group isn’t something special yet I have decided to let you all join if you are interested in order read news concerning the progress with the story and so on.

I haven’t decided yet if I will do the work necessary to create a new group for the story as I’m afraid it just will be deleted again. If some of you are ready to help me creating a group for the story I’ll be more than happy to provide exciting stuff for uploading in the group. If some of you visited the old group you know I had a lot of nice and exciting stuff for underlining the story and make it more exciting reading it.

I have found two slaves who will help me writing the story and be “poor” victims in the story and go through the cruel training and ordeals. Furthermore I have found a Mistress as well. I’m sure it will improve the story and make it even more exciting to read.

Though I have found co-writers I still want both dominating and submissive women to mail me if you are interested in this project. Please don’t be afraid that it will be too much work and impossible to combine with normal life. I decide the speed and if you due to personal reasons have to slow down for a while we just slow down. It is supposed to be fun and pleasure and not a pain in the ass. My plan is to make a special group for possible co-writers. Then it will be possible for females not participating to write suggestions for new chapters and to help us to make sure we are on the right track.

For males interested I suggest you join the MSN group as this will make it possible for you to write messages in the group and give us suggestions as well.

I have found two peoples ready to help me dong the proof-reading. I would be happy to have more for this job as normal life sometimes makes it difficult to take the time needed for the job. It’s an important issue as the proof-reading makes sure it is a pleasure reading the story. It is of no matter if it is a male or a female. I prefer females as I just love to write with women sharing my desire but it is not a demand.

All this means that:

- If you are a female sub and you would love to be one of the ‘poor’ victims in the story and help me writing it then please write a letter to mickni2000@graffiti.net

- If you are a female Dome and you love to be cruel to women or both women and men and you would like to help me writing the story then please write a letter to mickni2000@graffiti.net.

- If you are a female or a male and you are ready to help me doing the proofreading of the story then please write a letter to mickni2000@graffiti.net.

- If you are interested in creating a group for the story, then feel free to do it and write me a letter using the address mickni2000@graffiti.net and tell the name of the group and if you want me to send you stuff for the group.

Chapter four will be uploaded within a few days. It only need minor adjustment before it is ready and I’m sure you will all love it, just wait and see!!!

The main reason for uploading this adjusted chapter is that my new slave wanted to make it more personal to her in order to make sure she really felt it was her in the story.

And now I think you deserve what you have been waiting for. I hope you all enjoy this adjusted and proof-read chapter more than the previous one. I really think my new proof-reader has done a marvellous job and removed all my stupid faults due to the fact that I’m not a native English writer. I proudly present The Old Courtroom, chapter three:

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The Old Courtroom

Chapter three

The search for the old dungeon.

Mick had decided to leave the diary for a while and instead he would look for this excellent dungeon and underground prison so nicely described in the diary.

He had seen an old ruined building not far away and decided to visit it. He actually found a secret entrance for an underground cellar and he was extremely excited entering it but he was as disappointed like he was excited when he saw what it contained. It only was an old cellar probably used for wine or vegetables and now it looked like the tramps in the area used it for temporary home.

After this disappointment he drove to the local library to check old drawing of houses in the area as well as he went to all the public offices, which could contain drawings of old houses. He actually found a very old drawing of his own house but no cellar was shown at any pages. Disappointed again he drove home and decided to do some clearing in the cellar.  He had checked this cellar several times in the hope that he would find something indicating that this was the area but until now he had had no luck at all. During the cleaning he decided to totally empty a large from floor to ceiling cupboard with a lot of shelves.

During the clearing up he noticed a small lid located at the left side of the large cupboard close to the ceiling. He opened it and saw a handle inside a hole in the wall. Pulling it he heard some clicks but save for this nothing happened. A sign had been located on the handle with the inscription air intake cellar. As the cellar sometimes was quite damp Mick wanted to find out where these intakes were located in order to make it possible for him to ventilate the cellar. The clicks he had heard came from the middle of the cupboard. He had opened all doors and removed the old stuff stored in it. The middle of the cupboard had no shelves as it was used for old unused clothes such as raincoats and so on hanging from a pipe located at the top of the cupboard. When checking more carefully he noticed a steel frame at the back wall of the cupboard. At first sight it looked like a frame for holding the back wall of the cupboard but he noticed something else. At the top and the bottom of the steel frame he found two small handles almost hidden in the wall. He had never seen them due to all the old stuff stored in the cupboard. He moved the two handles to the left excited to see what happened. Nothing happened at all. He tried to pull in the steel frame but it didn’t move at all due to his efforts. Then he got the idea to try the handle named air intake at the left side of the cupboard again. Again he heard the click but this time something else did happen. The left side of the steel frame had moved a few inches revealing that it was more than a frame. It actually was a floor to ceiling door and now it could be opened.

Mick’s heart almost stopped beating. “God in heaven, have I found it? Has it really been hidden in my cellar all the time and I just didn’t know about it!”

He stopped breathing while dragging in the heavy steel frame. With a loud creak telling him that the hinges hadn’t been oiled for a long time a heavy door was opened revealing a short dark corridor. At the end of the corridor he could just make out a large hatch located in the floor. The whole area was covered by cobwebs telling him that nobody had been in the corridor for months.

“If this is the secret dungeon I have to be careful.” Mick thought and almost ran through the entire house locking all outer doors to make sure that nobody could enter the house unless he unlocked the doors.

After making these precautions he prepared an electric portable lamp with a long wire connected to a plug close to the cupboard. He took a couple of flash lights as well and then he entered the corridor through the huge amount of cobwebs. He really hated spiders but he just had to move on. Safely at the end of the corridor almost looking like his clothes was cobwebs he looked at the large hatch in the floor. He pulled in the handle located at on side of the hatch and with a great deal of difficulties it was opened revealing a dark hole below it. Using the light he could see a rusty stairway located at the far wall of the trunk. He lowered the lamp into the trunk telling him that it was about 12 feet deep. He hasn’t been that excited in his entire life as he slowly climbed down the cellar using the stairway.

Safely down the cellar he switched on one of the flashlights and looked around. This seemed to be a kind of hall for the cellar. Two large steel doors could be seen at the end of the hall and at the left right side. He opened the door at the left side and entered a relatively large room with some old furniture and a large table. At the end wall of the room another door was located. The first room just looked like a room for having a break or for eating dinner or something like that. All was covered by a thick layer of dust as well as spiders had made cobweb at a lot of corners of the walls, tables, chairs and so on telling him that nobody had been in this room for a long time. At the far end wall he could see some shelves hanging at the wall and some old books. He took one of the books. A cloud of dust made him cough and stop breathing for a while until the air was cleaner again. At the back of the book he noticed the text “Inmate data”. Now he was sure that this was the place. He quickly looked through it noticing that it had data about both male and females. He read the data about one of the females.

“Crime: murder of her husband. Judgment: death by hanging. Note: Disappeared from prison before execution of death sentence. The inmate has been sentenced to life time a stay in the Old Courtroom by the Members of the Circle. She will remain disappeared for the rest of her life and pay the price.”

Mick opened the door to the other room and look surprised when he saw what was inside it. The room was very different as it was equipped like a courtroom but something was very different compared to normal courtrooms. It had like an ordinary courtroom a platform located high above the floor with a large desk and three chairs facing the middle of the area. Furthermore an amount of chairs had been located at the left and right side of the area like chairs for a jury. But the middle of the room both made Mick scared and excited as this place obviously had been the place for the inmate who was supposed to go through a trial this courtroom. A heavy steel chair had been bolted to the floor and high in the air hung a tiny cage, which also could trap an inmate. Furthermore a kind of steel pillory had been located beside the chair’s left side and a kind of bench at the right side. All devices had either heavy steel or leather restraints hanging from it clearly indicating that the ‘poor’ victim had no chance to flee during the trial. What really looked scaring was the chair as it seemed to be a chair that could be modified in accordance to the needs. Right now the ‘seat’ if you even could call it a seat was a curved steel band with a short steel dildo pointing up at the middle. As the legs of the chair was pretty high the victim strapped to it had no other choice than ride the dildo to the rod of it and accepting the steel band cutting into the sensitive flesh. Furthermore it had been equipped with one of these steel head cages mentioned in the diary, The straps for the feel left no doubt that the victim strapped to it was forced to sit with legs widely spread totally exposing the private parts for the so-called judges sitting highly above him or her.  It must have been quite humiliating sitting like that and painful as well. The location  and the size of the dildo made Mick quite sure that it had been for backdoor entering leaving the victim with the front parts exposed while enduring the pain from the plug in the ass. The equipment located in the middle of the court told Mick that they sometimes had forced the victims to confess crimes that they might not have done or it has just been done to amuse the judges and jury. It left no doubt that the trial hasn’t been fair to the inmate at all.

In front of the court desk three tiny boxes could be seen. They had doors with a rectangular hole at the top of the doors with bars. Mick opened one of the doors. It was just a box that seemed to be large enough for a person to be trapped inside it if the legs were folded under the chest. The victim could look out through the bars facing the scaring devices located at the middle of the room. They had probably trapped the inmate or inmates if they had several to be “judged” inside these boxes before the trial. Then they could look at the scaring devices and think on what to come during the trial. If they had more inmates they could let them see what was done to the other inmates while awaiting their turn. It really must have been horrible and scaring for them. Behind the large three chairs on the platform hag three old coats of the judges made of red fabric. They actually didn’t look that miserable and Mick was wondering if the old lady from the house had done some repair in order to make them look nice. But there were more. The top wood of the boxes were shaped like a pillory with holes for hands and head. When locked into the holes the victim had to sit in an exhausting squatting position. Furthermore a head cage had been placed on the hole for the head. They could be locked to the top of the boxes when the pillories were closed. Then the victim had no other choice than watch the prisoner being prosecuted as the head was fixed with the eyes in this direction. This really must have given them a lot of time to think on what would be done to them when it was their turn to be strapped and chained to the equipment in the middle of the room.

“This courtroom is really oozing of humiliation and discomfort for the victims. It really didn’t look much like a courtroom in which the accused could expect a fair trial by the Prosecution. I actually think the victims have been forced to confess crimes they hadn’t committed at all just to make the pain stop” Mick thought almost shivering while thinking it. He couldn’t help looking around in order to make sure he was alone. He decided to read some of the old papers and books later in order to find out how they had done long time ago. He read some more in the book about the inmates and noticed that each file told what to be done in the initial phase of their stay in the dungeon. He found the woman he had already read about and read the initial instructions for her stay in the dungeon.

“Inmate 100225 is placed in punishment cell 4 for the first couple of weeks. As she immediately deserves punishment she will be dressed in the spiked steel chastity belt and bra at least one week and she will only receive food once each day. This slut must be denied any masturbation for at least six months. After this time she must be severely punished if she is caught masturbating as well as she will be punished if she even think on refusing to satisfy any of the male or female guards no matter how they want to be pleased and feel sexual pleasure. The disgusting slut will be equipped with permanent restraints on both hands and feet, which is locked to the body with red hot rivets. A heavy padlock will be located at the front ring of her permanent steel waist belt, which can be used for securing her feet and hand link chains. This slut must never have a chance to forget that she is a prisoner who is supposed to do as she is told. She just has to be grateful that she was saved from her death sentence!”

Mick stopped reading and closed his eyes. He just couldn’t believe it. Just to imagine how they had treated this ‘poor’ woman made his juices flow again. He was wondering if the prisoner agreed that she had to be grateful or she rather would have gone through the first sentence as this just would mean the end. He remember that this particularly cell had been mentioned in the diary by Jennifer as Pat had been locked into this cell for almost two weeks in solitary confinement with only 30 minutes light each day for eating and brushing the teeth.

Mick decided to wait with reading more in the books as he was extremely excited to see the dungeon and prison area for real. Jennifer, the former old lady of the house, had told a lot in the diary but it wasn’t the same as seeing it for real. He closed the doors to the courtroom and the living room for guards. Then he opened the heavy door to the prison area and entered with his electric lamp and the flash lights.

Inside a long corridor with a lot of doors on each side could be seen. At the end of the corridor another large door could be seen. All doors were opened and Mick started the most exciting journey in his entire life. All rooms or cells were different. One cell was just large enough for a person to stand inside. Another cell was larger giving relatively much room for the prisoner but all four walls had been equipped with a lot of rings and chains for restraining the prisoner inside the cell as well as chains were hanging from the ceiling for the same purpose. Mick stopped in front of cell 4 and looked inside the cell. It was both exciting and scaring to know that Pat had been trapped inside this cell for almost two weeks. It had been left just like described in the diary. The floor was covered by a relatively thick layer of straws. Jennifer had told in the diary that Pat was locked into a A-frame for the last three days in the cell. The A-frame was still in the cell with open steel restraints just awaiting a victim to have head, hands and feet locked into it. Outside the cell a hook had been located. Over the hook was a sign with the text “leave restraints keys and prison keys on the hook before entering the cell” Mick had brought all the keys hanging in the living room for the guards with him. He decided to play the game and he hang all the keys on the hook.

“I guess this was a safety precaution. Hanging the keys outside made sure the inmates couldn’t steel them. Then they probably only brought the needed keys into the cell if they needed any keys. If they only wanted to inspect or they would whip them or something else they probably didn’t needed any keys” Mick thought while entering the cell.

He gripped the A-frame and touched the broad neck collar. He could easily imagine how exhausting it mush have been to be locked into this device not knowing when it was removed again. Then he saw the chain with the collar hanging from the ceiling. He remembered Jennifer telling how it worked. It just looked like an ordinary neck collar but the difference compared to a conventional collar and chain was that the chain disappeared in a hole in the ceiling. Furthermore the chain ran over a cogwheel mounted at the ceiling. Outside the cell was a kind of well and the link chain disappeared into this well. Dragging in the chain made it clear that weight had been attached to the chain. It actually was attached to a bucket made of wood. Some heavy stones had been filled into the bucket. This meant that constant stress was added to the neck collar. Jennifer had told in the diary that Pat had been put it a steel belt with rings at the front and the back. Jennifer had dismounted the link chain for the collar and put it through the back ring of the belt and locked it to the front ring. Then the collar had been locked around Pats letting the chain run through the ring at the back of her collar. Now she would feel a permanent tension in the chain burying deeply in her cleft. She had no rest during this ordeal. Sleeping was almost impossible at the constant stress made it extremely difficult for her. Her hands were locked to the rings located at each side of the belt making it impossible for her to reach the chain. In the beginning it wasn’t that bad but after a few hours the never ending pain from the chain cutting between the legs made it terrible for her. Mick found a screw that fitted into the collar. He couldn’t help trying it just to feel how it must have been for Pat. He carefully located the chain between is legs making sure it didn’t squeeze the balls. Then he locked the neck collar around the neck and let go the chain. He tried to walk chained like this without using the hands. It really was difficult and the tension in the chain already made it quite uncomfortable.

“Now, what would an inmate do if she saw the open doors? She probably knew about the keys. She would of course try to reach them” Mick thought and started to walk towards the heavy doors. About two feet from the doors he suddenly heard a large click and the outer door quickly swung closed with a loud “CLANG” when steel hit steel.

Mick jumped and he really was happy that he had light in the cell. Otherwise it would have been dark. He quickly removed the collar and ran to the door and pushed. Anxiously he tried to open the heavy door. At first it didn’t move at all and Mick could feel how cold sweat was running down his body as he knew he had no keys. Furthermore the cell door didn’t seem to have any keyhole located inside the cell. He tried to push again but this time harder and at this attempt the door slowly moved and opened.

“Thank God, it isn’t locked!!” he thought and almost ran out of the cell. He looked around to see if somebody was in the corridor but nobody could be seen. The door obviously was spring loaded but what had released it from the hook keeping it open?  He wondered why the door could be opened but then he saw that the pawl still was pressed back. He touched it and immediately he heard a click and it left the hole telling him that had the door been into place it would have been locked. Furthermore he saw two relatively thick steel rods being shut out at the top and the bottom of the door. These rods fitted in two holes drilled into the steel frame in the outer wall of the cell. Mick almost fainted as this told him how lucky he had been. If the lock hadn’t been rusty he would have been trapped inside this cell and he would probably never have been found.

“Ohhhh, my God, I really was lucky. I think the chain from the collar released the door. This had probably been done to make sure the inmates had no chance to get the keys no matter how hard they tried as the cell door was closed if they tried to! I really have to be more careful in the future” Mick thought.

Mick secured the door again with the pawl but this time he used a steel rod to double secure it. Now the door couldn’t be closed if the pawl was activated. He tried it and was satisfied to notice that the door didn’t move if the pawl released the door. Then he entered the cell again.

He really wanted to feel the atmosphere in which Pat had been trapped. He closed his eyes and he almost could smell how it must have been when the straw was soaked with her piss. In one corner of the cell the layer of straw seemed to be much thicker.

“This has probably been her ‘toilet´. I don’t want to check it but I’m quite sure I will find old waste from her if I checked it” Mick thought. It excited him a bit to think on that Pat probably had been denied any toilet facilities during her stay in this cell.

“The smell must have been horrible and she must have been smelly and dirty like a pig after being left in the dark for that long” Mick thought.

Though the cell wasn’t large at all it had been equipped with a couple of cages as well. One round almost body shaped cage was located in the right corner. Opening the door to the cage was like opening one half of the cage. A victim trapped inside this cage had nothing else to do than stand and accept being more and more tired in the body and especially the legs. But even the fact that it was tiny and narrow had obviously not been enough because it had been mounted with spikes as well, which could be pushed inside the cage and locked in position. Mick touched the end of the spikes. They didn’t seemed to be sharp enough to puncture the skin but they left no doubt that they have caused pain to the victim if she leaned against them

The other cage was more like a dog cage. The space inside could be controlled by a movable end wall. It could be locked in different positions. The largest size of the cage left room for the victim to move but the legs couldn’t be fully stretched and back would touch the ceiling if she was on all four. If it was adjusted to minimum size it only left room for the victim to sit with legs against the chest. Furthermore a steel device was lying at the top of the cage. It turned out to be a chastity belt with both rear and front dildo which were both made of steel. It had been locked to a chain attached to the ceiling. Mick could see that ‘dressing’ the victim in this belt made it possible to control her position inside the cage. You could for instance shorten the chain that much that the ass touched the ceiling. This really must have been exhausting because she would have to partly stand and partly squat in order limit the stress her private place. Mick was sure that only a few hours would be needed to make a slave obey if it meant she was released from this position.

Mick decided to leave the cell again and check some other rooms and cells before leaving the place again as it was late and bedtime. He found a door with the sign *Equipment store’ on the door. He found the right key and opened the door. Inside the room he almost stopped breathing. He had visited some of the old dungeons and always checked the means of torture and punishment but this had been nothing compared to what he saw in this room. It was a pretty large room but though it was large it was almost stocked with equipment of all thinkable and unthinkable sizes and shapes. The room had been divided by a number of inner walls to give more room for hanging equipment. Almost no spaces were free for more equipment. On one wall a number of chastity belts were hanging, both male and female belts. Another wall was filled with different head cages. A large number of whips could be seen on another wall.  Furthermore a lot of strange looking devices had been located on the floor. Mick could imagine the purpose with some of them but he also saw devices that he hardly could guess the purpose with. They just looked so evil and sophisticated and they just oozed of pain and discomfort for the victim.

Kidnapping before planned.

Mick went downtown to do some shopping. On the way home, he decided to take the detour road overlooking the beach. It really was lovely trip, the car travelling the hills, and he could enjoy the beautiful view of the landscape, with all the trees, fields in different colours (depending on the time of the year and the vegetables on them). As he drove around a 90-degree turn in the road he suddenly saw a woman walking with a backpack on her back. He had to twist the wheel hard in order to avoid hitting her. In the rear-view mirror he could see her waving frantically at him. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her exotic Asian features and long black hair definitely made her attractive. He decided to pull over. In the rear-view mirror he watched her run along the shoulder of the road to the car as quickly as she could. He opened the side window as she came to a panting stop beside the car.

“Hi, what’s up? I’m sorry that I almost hit you, but you just suddenly were in front of me after I went around that turn. I was lucky that I managed to avoid hitting you,” Mick said to her.

“I’m so glad that you stopped!!! It’s no problem. You just scared me a little, that’s all. Can you help me? I’m in quite an awkward situation. You see, I’m completely lost and I have no money or phone. All I have is my backpack containing dirty clothes mostly. I only have a few clean clothes left. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to consider taking me with you? Just to the nearest town, and maybe I can borrow enough money to make a phone call? I’d really appreciate it, and you’d be doing me a huge favour.

“Sure, why not? It’s really no problem. Just put your rucksack in the trunk and take a seat beside me!” Mick said to her.

“Oh, thank you so much!!! You have saved my day!!! When my friend comes to pick me up I’ll get her to give your money back, and I’ll pay her when I get home.” she said and opened the hatch to the trunk.

“Um, sir? There’s a large box almost filling the trunk. Should I put my pack in the back seat?” she asked Mick.

“No, the box is empty! Open the lid and pull out the tray inside the box, and then there’ll be plenty of room for your backpack. It looked a little dirty. I don’t want to soil the backseat of the car. Do you need help or can you do it yourself?” Mick asked her.

“No, I don’t need any help. It’s no problem. Oh, yes, you’re right, there’s plenty of room for my backpack” She closed the trunk lid and slid into the front passenger seat beside Mick. Mick guessed she was about twenty years old, when he checked her over before starting the car again. She really looked like a nice woman. Mick categorized her in the upper level of the normal block. Not the most beautiful woman he had seen but she was still good looking and had a nice figure. At that moment Mick had not made any plans yet. He had just decided to help her. What he couldn’t know was that this woman was just perfect for his plan.

“Now tell me what the problem really is,” Mick asked her.

She blushed shyly. “I’m so sorry. I forgot my manners and neglected to introduce myself. I’m Anne. I’m presently working as a maid in France in order to learn the language See, my dream was to go to college and major in international law, with a hope of getting a job in the diplomatic corps, perhaps as an ambassador or at least a translator. I learned French in high school, but since that was mostly rudimentary, I decided to live abroad for a year or two until I had a competent grasp of the language and could speak it fluently. My parents are quite wealthy, and they normally pay for my journeys back home to visit them. This time, as I was getting off the ship, I dropped my purse with my wallet and phone in the water, and none of the dockhands could find it. I had a lot of things in it, and I guess it sank quickly because it was heavy. I had no other choice than to start walking, both to keep me warm and to think what to do next. It’s been a long night and I’m really glad you stopped.  I hate to impose on you like this, but I really hope you’ve got enough money for a phone call; I could ask my parents to come pick me up.” Anne told Mick.

“But what about the family in France? Won’t they miss you?” Mick asked.

“No, they won’t. I’d handed in my notice before sailing because I figured I had a decent enough grasp of the language to start college in the fall. I was heading back to where my parents live so I could enrol in college there. By the way, my parents weren’t born in England. We’re all US citizens, but moved to a house just outside London about five yeas ago when my Dad got a better-paying job here.” Anne told me.

Then I started to think. Nobody knows where this woman is; she was last seen at the docks, and apparently she didn’t tell anyone which direction she was going. Furthermore she has relatives in the US so it will be even more difficult to trace her as they will have to check in France, UK and USA to be sure they think on all possibilities. Right now she’s a missing woman and quite difficult to trace since there’s so many places she might have gone. He had not prepared his secret dungeon for “visitors” yet but was it a problem? No, the dungeon had a lot of nice cells that worked well and it was no problem to keep her in a cell nicely restrained until he had prepared all his new toys. He knew he had not installed any monitoring system yet but if he avoided any dangerous ordeals for her it was no problem. Keeping the slut in restraints didn’t mean any danger for her at all. Mick sometimes had problems with going to sleep and therefore he always brought some sleeping medicine with him. In the last couple of weeks he had had no problems as all this exciting reading really made him exhausted due to all the masturbation it almost forced him to do. Furthermore he had planned to make a stop and have a nice cup of coffee at a nice beautiful place before driving the last part of the way home. He always brought two cups with him just in case. And now he really needed them both.

“I have a suggestion. In a few minutes we will arrive to a beautiful spot of the UK. I have some coffee in the trunk and I suggest that we enjoy a cup while you tell me the rest of your story. Then we can move on to my town and you can use the phone I have in my house for calling and wait my place until your parents arrive. What do you think?” Mick asked Anne.

“Oh thank you so very much, sir. I’m so sorry to bother you, and I appreciate your hospitality. I hope I’m not putting you too much out of your way; it really is good of you to help a strange woman like this,” Anne said shyly.

Mick found his secret spot. He loved this place as he always was alone because nobody else seemed to have found it. Here he could be alone and think. Now he could be alone with his future toy of pleasure and carry out the first and most important part of his plan. He stopped the car and opened the door and went behind the car for opening the trunk door. He made sure Anne couldn’t see what he was doing in the trunk save for the fact that she knew he was preparing coffee for hi and her.

“Do you like sugar in the coffee?” Mick asked.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I like mine sweet; I usually put several teaspoons in mine at home.”

“Great, just great!” Mick thought “A lot of sugar in the coffee will make sure she can’t taste the sleeping medicine. I give her a generous amount of the medicine to make sure I will have the time needed to prepare her” Mick thought for himself while pouring a lot of the medicine in the coffee.

“This will do it. More than double amount than I normally take. This will give me at least 24 hours to prepare her” Mick thought.

“Here you are, please enjoy it!” Mick said while handing her the right cup. He was very careful to make sure he didn’t take the cup with the medicine himself. Furthermore he would notice it when drinking it as he wanted the coffee almost black with just a little sugar poured into it.

“Thank you so much,” Anne took the cup in her hands and took a sip. “It’s exactly how I like it. Thank you. “

“Oh, by the way, I have sandwiches in the trunk as well. I’m sure you must be hungry; let me get them. Just put the coffee cup on the seat beside you and be careful not to spill it” Mick said. He didn’t want her to be that hungry during her first day of her future imprisonment. He was lucky that she did as he told her and within a few minutes she had eaten the sandwich and then she continued with the coffee really looking like she enjoyed it.

“This is a really lovely spot, the view is wonderful. Do you stop here often?” It’s a nice spot you have found. Do you visit it frequently?” Anne asked.

“No, not that frequent. It’s far away from my home.” Mick lied as it only was a few miles from his house but he didn’t want her to know about it.

“Where do you live?” Anne asked Mick.

“I want it to be a surprise to you. But after you told me where your parents live I can tell that it is not that far from them” Mick lied again. They lived 200 miles from his place but he thought it was better that she believed that they lived close to each other.

“Well…if we live so close, perhaps instead of lending me the money, I could walk to my parents’ home if you’d tell me your address. I know the streets around our place pretty well; if you tell me what your address is, I can get to my destination from there and I won’t have to trouble you further.”

“No, you will soon see it. We just have to drive some hours. It’s no trouble at all; I’ll show you my place quickly and then I’ll drop you off at your parents’ house. You’ve already walked enough today, and I’m sure you must be very tired by now” Mick answered satisfied to notice that Anne managed to empty the cup before the medicine started to work.

“You know, now that you mention it…” Anne brought her hand to her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. “I guess I am feeling a bit tired. I’m suddenly really sleepy. Must be from the long walk, and then the food…you know how you feel sleepy after…eating…” Anne’s voice trailed off as she slumped over on her side, sound asleep

Mick looked at the sleeping woman and pushed her from side to side to make sure she really was sleeping like a baby. Then he rushed out of the car and opened the trunk door again. He had got this brilliant idea that the wood box in the trunk was large enough to keep Anne inside it if her legs were folded. He opened the lid and removed the large tray inside it revealing the large room under it. He removed her rucksack and then he opened the door for the passengers and carried Anne outside and placed her on the ground after making sure that nobody was approaching his secret place.

He took a string and tied her hands behind the back. He tied a piece of string around her waist and made sure the hands were tied to waist. Then he folded her legs against her chest and tied her loans to the chest and waist as well. Finally he tied her legs to her torso and loans and before him lied a woman folded like a ball that would fit into the box. It was hard work to lift her into the box folded like that. He couldn’t help laughing while doing it as his efforts made her fart and he had to endure the awful smell from her asshole.

“She will be punished for that later” Mick was thinking while placing her in the box. He didn’t dare to gag her as it would be dangerous if she vomited due to the sleeping medicine. But he was quite sure that she wouldn’t make any noises in the box folded like a ball with no movement possible at all save for moving the head and furthermore she was sleeping like a baby. He decided to empty her rucksack on the tray and put his own coat and rain coat on the top of it. If anybody opened the box he could tell that it just contained clothes. While emptying it he notice that it contained some really soiled panties both with her disgusting piss as well as her waste.

“These can be useful later” Mick thought and placed them beside the woman under the box. He didn’t want anybody to find soiled woman panties in the box. It would be difficult to explain to the police if he was stopped during the trip back to his house. After a few minutes he was satisfied. The box looked like it contained his clothes. The rucksack has been place beside Anne together with the dirty underwear and some other clothes. The box had holes drilled into it for ventilating it meaning she would have enough air during the ride. He took a last look around the car to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything and then he took position at the driver’s place and started the short trip back to his house. He thought at the old lady during the ride as she had told in the diary how careful she was not exceeding speed limits or doing anything else illegally that would make the police stop her. Mick did the same though he mostly wanted to step on it in order to drive back home as quickly as possible.

“Oh how I wish I was at home. It’s really scaring driving with this precious load and the danger that I would be stopped by the police and they will search the box. I have never in my entire life felt that my house was that far away from my secret place for having peace in my soul” Mick was thinking during the trip back to his house still careful not driving too fast.

Finally he could see the large old court house and he was very relived when he stopped the car inside the large garage for the car. He looked up and down the road happy to notice that nobody was seen and he was quite sure that he hadn’t made anything suspicious during the trip back making anybody wonder why he was there.

He closed the large door for the garage and switched on the light. He took a quick walk through the entire house to make sure he was alone. He never could be sure if a burglar had entered the house for stealing something.

Satisfied that he was sure he was alone in the house he opened the trunk door. He quickly removed all the clothes from the top tray and removed it revealing his valuable load. Anne was still sleeping in the position he had place her and she didn’t seem to have moved at all during the trip. It was hard work to lift the folded woman free of the box and he quickly but carefully placed her of the floor of the garage.

With a great deal of difficulties very careful not to hurt her during the walking towards the secret dungeon he finally had her down the basement lying on the floor in front of the large floor to ceiling cupboard hiding the entrance to the dungeon. He pulled the hidden handle for opening the floor of the cupboard and then he opened the heavy oak lid for the entrance. He noticed the nauseating smell from the still damp dungeon but he found it exciting as well as it just oozed of a secret dungeon for keeping prisoners hidden away from the normal life. He moved the old clothes a little for revealing the hook for the chain winch. The winch was located together with all other tools in the basement and nobody would ever know that it was supposed to be used for lowering equipment down the secret hidden dungeon. He made sure the ropes tying her to a ball shaped figure still was safely located and then he placed a rope underneath her legs at the level of her knees. He was sure that lifting her in this position would make sure her head was the last part of her body that would hit the floor. Furthermore he would be able to follow her journey all the way down the dungeon until she was safely located on the floor of the dungeon. He placed the winch on the hook in the cupboard and hooked the chain from the winch into the rope he had prepared for lifting her. Then her started operating the winch by dragging in the chain running from the cogwheel and slowly it was first tightened and then he gradually lifted Anne free of the floor. He operated the chain with one hand while making sure Anne didn’t swing back and forth when she was free of the floor. Then he carefully placed her in a position above rectangular hole for the entrance to the dungeon. Then he dragged the chain counter clockwise and the body of Anne relatively quickly was lowered towards the floor of the dungeon. It actually took quite a long time doing it telling that the dungeon really had been located deep underground. Almost there he slowed down and he could see that first her ass hit the floor and then slowly the rest of her body. Satisfied that no harm occurred to her during the journey to her new long term home, he went down the vertical stair to the dungeon and removed the chain from her ropes again. He quickly went up again and removed the winch from the cupboard. Before entering he made sure all doors to the house were locked and he also switched on the light in the bedroom just to make it look like he had gone early to bed if anybody wanted to visit him. First he switched it all of but then he again thought at burglars and thieves and therefore he decided to leave the light in the bedroom switched on. He was not satisfied that he hadn’t already checked the doors. In the future he had to be more careful; it really would have been a problem if some of his friends just had entered the house to look where he was while lowering her down the dungeon.

Then he almost ran down the dungeon again extremely excited to prepare the slut for her first night in the dungeon. Half a year ago he had bought some latex suits and hoods as well as he had bought rubber stockings. On a market he had almost a year ago bought a box filled with old long legged boots in different sizes, shapes and colours. As Anne seemed to have average size feet he was sure he would be able to find a pair that fitted her. Furthermore he had bought some nice gags as well as sophisticated rubber gear for different use and purpose. It never had been used for real as Mick only had used some of it on him self just to feel the discomfort and humiliation a slave had to feel while wearing it. He had used it a lot during the reading of the diary imagining how the slut trapped by the marvellous Jennifer in the secret dungeon. He couldn’t help loving this woman he had never seen but who had given him more pleasure than any woman had given him in his entire life and he was not even halfway through the diary. In order to make it last for longer he had read some of the chapters in the diary several times. Now he was happy he had bought all this nice equipment as it soon would be used for real. He actually had had his doubts that he ever would use it for real but each time he had concluded that it had been worth buying it as it had given him a lot of pleasure even without a real salve for wearing it.

He closed the lid for the dungeon after switching on the temporary light he had installed in the dungeon. As it had no windows this was the only light in these scaring but exciting surroundings.

Mick decided to place Anne in one of the relatively large cells equipped with an inner barred steel door and an outer heavy oak door for completely sealing the victim in solitary confinement if no located with another “visitor”.

He placed her still sleeping and lifeless body on a trolley and wheeled her to the cell. All that told him she was alive was the regularly sound of her breathing. Safely inside the cell he removed all her restraints. Though she was sleeping she moved her limps clearly indicating that the limps were tired of being tied in this stressful position for that long. He enjoyed her moving athletic body for a while feeling the juices flow between his legs just to think about all the fun they would be able to have together when she was alive again.

“No, wrong Mick, I actually think I will be the one having fun wile she will be a “willing” slave enduring humiliation and pain for me” Mick was thinking with a broad smile at his face.

He took a rubber covered mattress and placed it on the cold cell floor. He didn’t want her to feel cold while she was sleeping. After placing her on the mattress he started to remove her clothing. He enjoyed her body for a moment while she still wore her underwear.

“She seems to be a pig. Her panties are yellow at the front of her own urine. She really needs a lesson!” Mick thought and smiled again.

First he removed her bra. It really was a nice sight. These relatively huge well shaped melons just begged for the whip and nipple clamps but it was no use to do it right now as it wouldn’t train her at all while sleeping. Hen therefore continued to the panties. Approaching her private parts he could smell both old stinky urine as well as the smell of the female juices flowing from a woman in excitement.

“What a disgusting horny slut! She is still wet. That can only mean that she has been horny while I have been talking with her” Mick thought but he couldn’t help being excited as this indicated that she had felt something while talking with him. The panties indicated that Anne hadn’t been cleaned between her legs for a while. They were dirty both back and front like the other pair of panties he had found in her rucksack. Mick took a step back and enjoyed the sight of his kidnapped nude beauty. Then he started to put her in the dress he had chosen for her. He first put her in a snug black latex tricot. It had nice opening for the breasts and open between the legs as well. It had two sophisticated rubber bands located between the legs. The backside of the rubber band had a rough surface almost like sandpaper and the part of the suit it covered was rough as well. The purpose with these two rubber bands was two trap the cunt lips between the rubber band and the tricot. When nicely trapped between latex with rough surface spreading the legs would mean opening the cunt and expose it. The most excellent part of this invention was that the clit would be totally exposed as well. Mick managed to put the sleeping life less body into the tricot. It was quite difficult to drag in the cunt lips and force them between the two rough latex surfaces. Finally he succeeded and after making sure her breasts were standing out proudly from her body he admired his handiwork again. Then he continued and first he dressed her in a pair of latex stockings and then a pair of black boots. He clanged a pair of steel manacles shut around each ankle making sure the boots with the high platoon heels couldn’t be removed without a key. Then he dragged a snug black hood over the head and made sure the holes for eyes, nose and mouth were correct located.

Before moving on Mick got a brilliant idea.

“She smells like a pig. Why not make her look like a pig! A true smelly piglet” Mick thought.

Mick left the cell and come back with a special device. It was a stud gun for making holes different places at the body. He placed the stud gun in her nose and pulled the trigger. The sound coming from it told him it had done its work. He dried the little amount of blood from her face with a piece of fabric. The he took a relatively large titanium ring and put it through the hole. He didn’t weld it as he wanted to be able to remove it. The silent click told him that it was locked but still removable. Then he stepped back and enjoyed the sight.

“Welcome to your new world of slavery! Now you really look like the fuck toy and pain and pleasure slave you will be trained to be. I welcome you my sweet smelly piglet! I really would love to read her mind when she is awake again. She will be able to feel that something is different under the breathing mask but she won’t be able to see it before the mask is removed.” Mick thought very satisfied with his work.

After he had pierced the septum under her nose and ringed it as well he took the gasmask likely device with the large tube at the inside of it. He forced her jaws to open and then he quickly strapped it into place. Her breathing sound changed to a hissing sound but he was sure she could drag in enough air. The tube gag ended in a snap connection device for mounting a rubber breathing bag. Then she was dressed in a pair of long armed black latex gloves. Now she was ready for the excellent device making sure she remained in position until Mick returned again. It was a heavy steel Scavengers Daughter like device completely trapping the victim in a steady position making any movement impossible. He first locked the collar from the device around her neck. Then her hands were locked in the steel manacles located at the middle of the A-frame. Finally her legs were locked to the lower part of the A-frame making Anne sit with her legs widely spread. He enjoyed the sight of the totally open cunt and the cunt lips trapped between the latex. He was sure it caused her pain and she would surely tell when she was awake again. The last thing he needed to do before he had finished the preparation of her was to mount the rubber breathing back with the adjustable restrain device for breath control. He didn’t mount the restrain device as he wanted to be sure she could get all the air she needed. He connected the breathing bag and enjoyed the sight of the back being filled and emptied of air each time she was breathing. He then taped a pair of her soiled panties to the hole for dragging in air in the bag. Now she was able to “enjoy” her own disgusting smell. Watching the woman breathing air mixed with her own odour from cunt and ass through the breathing mask gave him a new idea for future use. Mick thought on new and more sophisticated ways to make breathing an interesting experience for her consisting of a special rubber device strapped between her legs with an inner tube forced deeply up in her ass. When wearing this device it is connected to the breathing mask and a magnetic valve controlled by a timer switch between fresh air and anal breathing. It’s really humiliating for a woman being locked in this special device forcing her to breathe from her own ass.

“Being strapped into this device will really make her realize that she is degraded to nothing else that a lower ranking slave who just have to be patient and wait until I decide to remove the device. She will surely learn how unpleasant it can be for her if she fails to obey orders or how unpleasant it can be if I just want her to suffer. I hardly can wait to try it on her” Mick thought feeling excited thinking on his new pet.

He decided to leave her and let her wake up by her own. Before leaving he took a last glance at his restrained sleeping victim. It really was a nice sight seeing this slut dressed in black latex and trapped in the steel device. This was the first step of Anne’s transformation to a pain and pleasure slut. Before leaving he placed the large mirror in front of her making sure she could see her slave dress when she awoke again. It really can be hard for the soul of a former free citizen to find herself locked into an unpleasant device completely immobilizing her and to notice that she is dressed like a cheap hooker ready to serve horny guys who don’t care for her as a person at all.

As it was late Mick decided to go to bed and read a few pages in the diary. He was very excited to read about the ordeal to come for ‘poor’ Pat. He was sure that she had had an extremely unpleasant night and that sleeping had been almost out of the question for her due to the unavoidable cramps in her legs due to her restrained position. Furthermore it must have been hard for her to sit on this excellent chair almost shaped like a toilet seat with no front. He couldn’t help thinking on how sore he sometimes was himself if he had been sitting for too long on the toilet. The major difference for him compared to Pat was that he decided himself when he was too sore in his ass. Pat just had to wait until she was released by her ‘kind’ and ‘caring’ Mistress. Mick opened the diary and started to read again.

“The 4th of June 1952: After a nice night of sleep and eating my ordinary breakfast I went to my secret dungeon again”

“Well, Miss Smith, it isn’t a secret to me anymore. You were smart making the reader believe that your dungeon was located in a distance from your house. I don’t think I would have found it if I wasn’t as lucky as I were. I’m sure your exciting diary will be even more exciting to me now that I can check it out myself. Your diary will be used as my manual for treating my new pet provided I will be able to be a mean as you were to Pat. Sometimes imagination and real life is different but I’m quite sure I will gradually learn and your diary will surely be helpful” Mick said like he was talking to the old lady. He couldn’t help smiling as he continuously had the feeling that Miss Smith was in the bedroom watching him reading her diary.

“After my morning bath I dressed in my favorite dress again. I always admired my well shaped body in the mirror in the tight fitting black leather suit with my favorite whip hanging from the right side of the broad belt. I decided to visit Anne early this morning. It was almost midnight when I left her and I was a little afraid that I made it too hard to her in the beginning. Being restrained in a static position could produce severe cramps. Especially her feet caused her with no doubt severe problems being forced in line with her legs for that long. Static bondage causes sometimes a slave more problems than the pain she feels during pure torture or forced exercise. Sometimes they are just desperately begging for being released no matter if it even means being forced to endure something even more painful.  I entered the dungeon area and went to the place where I had left my slut. I checked the temperature inside the box at the thermometer mounted at the left side of the box; it was just a few degrees Fahrenheit more than normal body temperature. I knew what that meant for her; discomfort, discomfort and discomfort. Reading the marks on the water bottle I could see she had drunk almost two gallons. That’s good, I thought, because that meant there was no danger than she suffered from dehydration. I took a steel rod and hammered at the outside of the box knowing that the sound inside it was even louder. If she was a sleep she surely was awake now. I stopped hammering again and remained silence. A low voice could be heard from the inside.

“Please let me out!!!! I can’t take it no more!! My whole body is arching and the cramps are just unbearable. Furthermore I sweat like a pig and I’m hungry!! Please let me out!!! Pleaaaaaaaaaase!!!!” I could hear her begging. I put on my hood and opened the inspection lid located at face high on the upper front door of the box. Inside I saw a face glistening of sweat with hair glued to the face like she had been to a bath. She still couldn’t move her head much due to the cage locked onto her face.

“Hi my sweet smelly disgusting slut! Have you had a pleasant night? You really look fine to me and I actually am wondering if it is an idea to leave you in the box for another day. What do you think?” I said and laughed.

“Nooooooooooooo, please no, please don’t do this to me!!! I’ll promise to be a good girl if you release me from this box and chair. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will do it provided I am able to do it!” Pat begged me.

“Ooooooooooooooh my sweetie, this certainly is something different compared to your previously attempt to threaten me to release you! As I have ways to make you obey my orders I have no doubts that you will do as you are told. I’m sure the alternatives will make you understand that it is better to obey me. As I just wanted to check if you were all right before continuing my work and preparations I think I will close the lid again and let you enjoy your stay again. You seem to like it and I will be kind and let you enjoy it for some more hours or maybe even more days, who knows?” I said and closed the lid again.

“Nooooooooooo, noooooooooooooooo, let me out” I heard her shouting but it just sounded like whispering to me as the box was almost airtight.

I went to a large room at the end of the long corridor. This room was made for more sophisticated ways to treat the prisoners during the period in active service. All the strange looking devices were still in the room. Though it had been hard work to make it al work again I really think it was worth it as these devices really were something. My plan was to let my sweet ‘willing’ pet try to treadmill, which looked like the kind of treadmill formerly used for wells and so on. This on had of course been modified in accordance to the needs in the dungeon. It consisted of an upright long and heavy center part with four steel rods pointing out from it located in waist high when the victim was standing in front of it. The heavy center pool had more steel rods mounted on it. Four steel rods were mounted high in the air above each rod in waist high. These rods were used for making sure the victims didn’t fall during the exercise as chains or leather straps could be strapped to their bodies and to the steel rod making sure they would remain in position. I have read in the old papers that it was normal to use harnesses with crotch straps for this purpose. I they fell during the exercise they would be supported by the sensitive flesh between their legs encouraging them to do their very best to maintain balance. As it was quite easy to operate the treadmill without any resistance one more steel rod had been mounted at the end of the heavy centre pool. This rod was longer than the other rods in order to make sure the circle for walking was free. Outside the circle of the treadmill two tracks had been incorporated in the floor and a wagon with steel wheels fitting in the track was standing on the floor. This wagon was connected to the long steel rod. When moving the treadmill this wagon was dragged around in the circle of the tracks. Then you could add weights on the wagon depending on how much stress you add to the victim during the exercise. I the old papers I had read that they sometimes ‘dressed’ female prisoner in one of the cruel steel chastity belts with the cruel dildos penetrating ass and cunt. Then she was strapped to the wagon and the wagon was dragged around by a chain connected to the belt. It really must have been quite an experience being dragged like this.

I tried to operate the treadmill making sure it all worked. I was quite sure my pet would find it interesting operating this treadmill while wearing these steel boots. Right now I was sure she was desperate to get rid of them as they probably caused her a lot of pain due to the cramps. I had not yet decided how many rounds she would take. It would depend on her performance. I produced some of the nice devices for encouraging her to walk faster. Some of them really were sophisticated as the victim had to compete with the clock. If she walked too slowly the pain from these devices gradually grew worse and she would have to choose between walking faster in order to meet the demands or she would just have to accept that she had to endure the horrible pain from the devices growing stronger and stronger until she probably passed out. I would make sure she didn’t pass out as this would interfere with my plans with her. Satisfied that it all was ready I decided to wheel my pet into the area of fun and pleasure and I went to the area with the box containing her.

Back to the cell with the box I could hear that she was still screaming inside the box in a useless attempt to make it stop and to make me release her. I again opened the lid and watched her face while I rubbed my clit. My cunt was already dripping from my juices and I was extremely excited.

“Hi again my smelly worthless pet. You are still screaming! When do you realize that it is useless? It’s just a useless stream of words not making any changes to your condition. Though you seem to be extremely hot I don’t see any problems at all. I could easily let you remain like this for several days if I made sure you had enough to eat and drink. I assure you that this is only the beginning. You have much to learn before I am satisfied with you. I’m very excited to feel your tongue between my legs. I’m sure I will be able to learn you how it must be done and that you will learn to enjoy the taste no matter how smelly it is. I will make some tests as I will avoid cleaning it for days and then I will let you clean it with your mouth. Isn’t it exciting?” I said and laughed again. It really was lovely to have this stupid girl completely at my mercy.

“Please, I really think I have had enough!!! What ever I have done to deserve this I really think you have punished me enough. Please be wise and make it stop. I still promise to keep my mouth shut!!” Pat tried once more.

“Sure my smelly pet. You will keep your mouth shut when I want it as all I have to do to achieve that is to gag you!!! I actually think I will release you from the box but I only do it because I have further plans with you. Though it is exciting to see you suffer in the box I have to continue your training. Furthermore I always have the possibility to let you try it again if I think it is needed. You just have to accept that you are a controlled slut not able to make any decisions yourself. I decide what you do, I even am able to control when you shit and pee if I want to. Your body belongs to me now and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Now let’s open the box and wheel you to your next location. It’s really nice to have you strapped to this ‘comfortable’ chair as it so easy to relocate you.” I said and began to open the doors for the box. It really was a sight to see this sweat covered body just glistening in the light. Under the chair I could see a puddle of sweat and sweat was dripping from the steel boots. I wheeled the chair out of the box and they I adjusted her instep to normal position again.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuhhhhhhh” she screamed as it caused her pain due to the stressful position they had been forced into for that long. But she still looked grateful as it made the cramps disappear from her legs and she again was able to control the cramps. I just ignored her screams and wheeled the chair to the next stop.

I placed the chair in a position giving her a clear view of the treadmill. She looked scared at it through the bars of her head cage.

“What is all this? What will you do to me? Please don’t make it even worse to me!!!” she begged me.

“This is my favorite room as it is large and it contains a lot of nice equipment for treating disgusting slave sluts like you. It is supper time and therefore I will leave you for a while giving you the time needed to take a closer looked of all the exciting devices. In order to make it more exciting for you I can tell that my plan is to let you try the treadmill. It hasn’t been in active duty for a long time and therefore I really think we need to try it again. As it might be quite difficult for you to meet my demands I have produced some additional equipment for encouraging you to do as you are told. Please be my guest and take a closer look at the devices and try to figure out how they work. If it is too difficult you don’t have to worry as I will show you later. I can imagine you are hungry as well. I have decided to be kind to you and offer you this bottle of cold but not that badly tasting soup” I said and laughed again.

“It’s maybe a bit more than you normally eat but I’m sure you can take it. The bottle it equipped with a dispenser device. When I open the valve the small container at the end will be filled. When it is filled it will be emptied in the tube attached and then the floating ball will let the soup enter the container again and it starts all over again. You will have about 10 seconds to fill your lungs with air before the next amount enters your mouth. You will wear this feeding mask during this. It has a penis shaped hollow gag attached to a leather piece, which is strapped around the lower part of your face. Don’t be stupid trying to spit it out. It will only return to the bottle again and you will have to drink double amount before you are able to breathe again. Furthermore I warn you; if you against all odds succeed spitting some of the soup out on the floor I have ways to make you obey. I can for instance strap you to a special bed and strap a funnel deep into your throat. Then I can just pour gallon after gallon into the funnel until you feel like you are on the very limit to explode.” I said while removing her head cage. Then I strapped the feeding device to her face after ramming the gag into her mouth. I made sure it was strapped tightly making it difficult for her to avoid her meal. As the hollow gag was pretty far inside her mouth it would be very difficult for her to avoid swallowing.

“Now I think you are ready. I will let you be free of the head cage for a while during your eating.” I said and turned the valve. The tiny container at the end of the bottle hanging from a hook located over head but still visible for head quickly was filled and then the ball opened and the foul tasting soup entered the tube. The sounds coming from her told me she was swallowing. Then I could hear her gasping for air and she breathed heavily until the next amount entered. Satisfied that it all seemed to work I decided to leave her again and have a couple of hours rest before the next part of her ordeal. As the gag made sure the soup entered her throat I was quite sure she wouldn’t be choked during her “dinner”.

“Enjoy yourself. When finished with your meal you can give the devices in the room a closer view. You will soon find out how it works!” I said and laughed again. Then I left the room after slamming the door shut and locked. You can’t be too careful. Though she was chained to the chair you just can’t be too careful, I thought.

I could hardly wait to read the next pages but as it was late I decided to wait. The diary wouldn’t run away from me and it really was nice to have this exciting diary to amuse me when I felt for it. It was just marvellous to read it. So well written, just like being with her! The fact that he was able to see all the devices and visit the same rooms where all this took place made it even more exciting.

Want more? Then please write a review for the story. Use the link http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/review.php?storyid=3305 for writing it. I have planned to upload chapter four when I have it back from my proof-reader after she have made the corrections needed.

Finally I hope that some of you are interested in having the fun and pleasure it will be helping me writing the story. Though I have found some women ready to help me it would be nice with more. Maybe I decide to introduce more slaves in the story. Furthermore I have planned to make a group for the authors of the story. If you are a woman and you are interested in being a part of the story you will be invited as well. In my former stories the ‘real’ victims and Mistresses participating have told me that reading their own name in the story made it very special and exciting to read the story.

Introduction of chapter four

Dear precious readers

Sorry that you have been waiting for too long for this chapter but a lot have happened since chapter three, which have been uploaded in a new version as you probably already have noticed.

In the adjusted introduction for chapter three I promised to tell more about the changes and I won’t disappoint you so here it comes.

First I can tell that I have found a nice cruel Mistress for helping me making sure the ‘poor’ sluts will get what they deserve. Right now I only have one slave deep underground but in the bottom line of this chapter you will notice that it will change in chapter five.

The new Mistress is named Mistress Lex or Alexis and I’m sure you will all love her. She hasn’t written an introduction for herself yet but I’m sure she will do later. Right now she has had to leave me temporary due to personal reasons but I’m sure she will be back again fit for fight.

Then I have already told that I have had luck finding proofreaders for correcting the story (I still would love to have more to be ready if some of my proofreaders temporary can’t do the work due to personal reasons). The Mistress responsible for correcting the story is named La Toya. Here is what she asked me to tell in the introduction:

My name is La Toya. I am on of the proof readers for "the Old Courtroom. I have been Mistress for more then 20 years. At this time there are 2 female slaves that live with me 24/7. I do have one long distance slave, she was my first. She is right now taking care of her parents, who were badly hurt in a car accident, by a drunk driver.

I live in the southeast part of Michigan. I have been running my father's company since his passing some 8 years ago. The company must of need a woman's touch, as it's income as grown. My home is well away from other, which allow me to host a party or two for a group I am part of.

I know you will enjoy The Old Court Room.

Furthermore I have found one more co-writer ready to be trapped in this cruel prison located deep underground below the Old Courtroom. Some of you might already know her from the Library. Here is what she asked me to tell in the introduction:

“ Hello to all the readers out there. My name is Jaeangel. Some of you might recognize my name from the posts at the Library Forums, and also as the author of several stories here at the Library. After some time away from the Library due to personal matters, I’m now back, and working with Master Mick on this newest project, ‘The Old Courtroom’. We hope you all enjoy our collaborative effort, and as always, feedback in the form of reviews is very welcome!”

Sounds very nice, wouldn’t you agree? Please remember what she has written concerning reviews as they are our ‘fuel’ for continuing.

Jaeangel has persuaded me that it is possible to write a story using multiple first person. This means that I sometimes write as Mick in first person as well as our ‘poor’ slut Anne played by Jaeangel sometimes writes in first person as well. I have read it several times and I think it is working. Each switch is marked by a solid line. Please tell us if you think it is working in some of the reviews (remember to tell what you think about the story in the review too). If a lot of readers tell us that it doesn’t work we will consider to stop using it but I really hope you like it as it in my opinion makes the story more exciting to read because ‘my’ poor slaves in the story are able to make their adds more personal. 

Jaeangel has also told me that using beta-readers before uploading the chapters of the story can be useful as it sometimes reveal stupid mistakes as well as beta-readers are able to make suggestions for improvement. If you would like to be a beta-reader for future chapter then sent me a letter using the address mickni2000@graffiti.net. Tell me your sex (female or male) and your sexual tendency (Dom or sub) and a few lines describing your desires. I prefer a varied group of beta-readers reflecting all aspects. I promise to reply your letter telling if you have been chosen as beta-reader or not.

I still recommend that you join the group I have made using the link http://groups.msn.com/FriendsoftheoldCourtroom/_whatsnew.msnw. I haven’t done much in the group but it will make sure I can inform you about news and so on. Originally, I had made a Yahoo group with exciting stuff but it has been deleted twice and now I wait for a while with creating a new one as I try to figure out how to make sure it won’t be deleted. It is much work making it and therefore it’s a shame if it is deleted again. Should any of you be interested in keeping a group alive for the story I would be happy to hear. Then you can receive some stuff from me for uploading.

Though I have found co-writers for the story I still will be happy to have more. If it isn’t possible to include you I have planned to make a special group for writers ready to help me creating the chapters. Then you will be able to help us with new ideas for future chapters. Read more about co-writers in the introduction for part three.

We are looking forward to read your reviews and feed-back for this new chapter. If you find it difficult writing reviews then send your comment to the mickni2000@graffiti.net but we prefer your feedback uploaded in a review if possible. Remember to tell us if you have exciting ideas for new chapters. We can’t promise to include it but we promise to keep your suggestions in mind when continuing the story. This gives you the opportunity to have your deepest dark desire included in the story. Finally I want all of you to remember that it is possible to adjust already written reviews if you have more to tell, just find your review and click the edit button.  I think this will do it. Chapter four is longer than usual. I first planned to transfer a bit of it to chapter five but after some thinking I decided to let you have it all as a reward for being patient for that long. As the writing includes more peoples now I will this time write; we proudly present:

The Old Courtroom, chapter four.

Anne’s first real painful punishment.

I decided to visit my secret dungeon and check out how my new pet was doing. I was still quite encouraged to train this slut together with a sadistic woman.

“I think the best would be to find a switch. Then she would be even cruller to her making Anne pay for the pain she had suffered herself in my hands. One idea could be to let Anne see me torturing her making her fear what to be in store for her. My girlfriend would always be superior to her and allowed to do whatever she found good in order to make Anne the most an obedience and submissive fuck and pleasure slave” I was thinking while moving down the stairs.

I found Anne as I had left her sitting in her steel restraints totally exposed and probably suffering cramps not being able to move at all. The drug obviously had stopped working and she was fully awake I could see through the window in the door to her cell. She was looking at the mirror located in front of her. I was quite sure she didn’t like what she saw but I did. She looked absolute lovely in her “dress”.

I opened the door and entered the cell. She immediately started screaming in her gag yelling something, which probably had something to do with her condition and that she probably wanted me to release her. She didn’t recognize me as I was dressed in my favorite Master clothes including a scaring looking hood with only the eyes visible.

Without addressing her I wheeled a whipping horse into the adjacent cell and prepared it for my pet. It took some time preparing it as I had made some exciting modifications and improvements of this well known training and punishment device. Satisfied with my preparation I went to the cell containing my new pet. I couldn’t help getting a hard on looking at her sitting in her restraints and just awaiting what to come.

Still without talking I released her leg restraints. She stretched her legs looking a bit relieved though I could see that stretching them after being fixed that long caused her pain as well as the cunt lip clamps still attached cause her pain especially due to the movement of her legs. I removed the clamps and she firstly looked grateful. I took a step back and looked at her. Then she discovered that removing the clamps was as painful as wearing the clamps as the blood running back made them alive again. She just continued screaming in her gag. I enjoyed it for a while and then I continued releasing her. Though it wasn’t necessary I cuffed her hands behind her back. The time in the scavengers daughter had made her far too weak to resist at least until she had recovered the normal feelings in her limps again.

I was sick of this. The cramps in my muscles had been intensifying over the period of time that I’d been left in the torture device. All I could see was my own body, tightly restrained in this fiendishly uncomfortable position, reflected back to my own eyes from the polished surface of the mirror. The drug he’d given me to keep me asleep was wearing off, too, and it was leaving me with a ferocious headache. As the door creaked open, I tensed, and as soon as I saw him come in, I started screaming, demanding that he release me, let me go home…of course, all that came out was a muffled unintelligible garble, but I think he certainly understood me. I couldn’t see the expression on his face because of the black leather hood over his head, a hood that left only his eyes visible. He watched me for a moment, and I started feeling some anxious anticipation. After all, I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted…scratch that, I knew exactly what he wanted. The way he had tied me made that completely clear. And I would be damned if I would give it to him willingly.

Still, I couldn’t suppress my almost-inaudible sigh of relief as he unbound my legs, allowing me to flex them and work the cramps out of the muscle. I couldn’t help but wince as the movement joggled the clamps on my labia, and my captor must have seen that. He obligingly released the clamps. I felt a moment of relief, and I started to smile and thank him through the gag, only to have the words turn into a howl of anguish as the circulation returning to the clamped flesh made me squirm in agony. I was still trying to recover all the feeling in all my limbs by the time he finished untying me, and though he must have deciphered my incoherent mumbles as a plea to be left unbound, he didn’t acquiesce. Instead, he cuffed my hands behind me.

I undressed her of the tricot as I wanted her buttocks be accessible for the whipping. Then I dragged her to the adjacent cell and placed her on the horse. I quickly restrained her legs to the legs of the horse making her stand with legs widely spread. She had already recovered control of the legs as it actually caused me some strength to restrain them.

“Good, you are already feeling better. It’s excellent that you are able to recover that quickly. Must be because you have a well trained body” I said.

She looked at me surprised to hear me talking. I made sure I talked different as I didn’t want her to recognize med, at least not now.

“Mmmmmmm whhhhaaaatt iiis tisss? Whhhaaaattt aaearre yoouuu douuing?” she shouted through her gag. The gag did a good job. Though she was shouting I almost couldn’t hear her but I understood what she was trying to ask me.

“Don’t you remember? You have signed a contract to be a lifetime slave. And even with no limits at all” I told her laughing. I knew it wasn’t the truth but it would make her think about what actually happened before she woke up in her restraints.

The whipping horse was the kind with to legs at the back shaping an inverted V and a narrow plank for the torso to lie on. The plank was so short that the breasts were hanging free in the air when firmly strapped to it making it possible to whip the breasts as well for instance with a short whip with a triangular leather tongue for the nipples. The hands were strapped to the legs at the front making some movement of the body possible unless the torso was strapped to the plank. I didn’t strap the torso as I had some other plans.

With my feet still numb from the long-denied circulation, I could do nothing but endure the stripping, then stumble into the next cell, in which I knew he had prepared something for me. My face went cold, and my skin shivered in horror as I saw the barbaric device he now seemed determined to strap me to! I kicked with all my strength, screamed incoherently, tried to struggle, but he got me implacably settled on top of the sawhorse, my ankles spread and tied to the rear legs. “Good, you’re already feeling better. I’m glad that you manage to recover so quickly. Must be because you have a well-trained body.”

I jerked in surprise. I was quite sure I’d never heard this voice before, yet some instinct kept telling me I had. The inflections of the voice were different, and yet somehow similar. I couldn’t place it. “What is this? What are you doing?” I tried to make myself intelligible, hoping the owner of the voice would be open to reason, but even though he understood me (I was sure he did) his answer wasn’t what I was expecting.

“Don’t you remember? You signed a contract with me that makes you my lifetime slave, with no limits and no safewords.” He resumed doing…whatever it was he was doing, as my brain whirled. I was sure I hadn’t signed any contract…had I? I’d never agreed to any of this…did I? I couldn’t remember much; the drug that had been given me to make me sleep had me all confused. But I was almost certain that I hadn’t done any such thing.

Almost.

I un-cuffed her hands and then I quickly chained them to the restraints located at the legs. She tried to resist and it caused me some difficulties to make her lie on the plank but as she couldn’t move her legs she lost the battle and she now lay totally exposed on the horse. I couldn’t help putting my hand between her legs rubbing her clit for a while. She frantically moved her ass from side to side trying to avoid my humiliating touch. I gave her a hard stroke with my left hand on the right buttock making her scream again.

“. “A slave slut is supposed to keep her body still if her Master wants to inspect her. This is your first lesson. I am sorry I did touch you, you stink. Smell for yourself!” I said and put my hands under her nose and wiped her face with her own body juices and piss. She actually did smell disgusting not being cleaned between her legs for that long. But it actually excited me as I knew it just added to her humiliation.

“As my hand is already soiled, I’ll just take the trouble of showing you how you are expected to expose your ass during any forthcoming punishments.” I said and took a good grip between her legs and lifted her ass as highly in the air as her leg restraints allowed it.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuu” she shouted out due to the sudden not that kindly touch between her legs.

“Now stay that way,” I said and removed my hand. She immediately went back to the present position.

“OK. it’s OK my sweetie, I forgot you haven’t received proper training yet. I’ll make sure you learn” I said and went to a box located on the floor for the equipment I had already planned to let her try.

“First I need to make sure you’re fully concentrating on what’s important. This is a discipline leather hood with a gag mounted inside. The gag is hollow for feeding purposes, meaning you can wear it constantly. I won’t need to remove it for any reason.” I said smiling inside my hood as I could see she didn’t like what she saw.

I was liking this less and less with every passing minute. Here I was, helplessly restrained over a wooden sawhorse whose narrow plank was digging into my breast bone and causing me breathing problems, and the…jerk who had captured me was feeling up my most intimate flesh with no more concern than if I were some big doll! No. I wasn’t going to have that humiliating touch on my privates again. I twitched my hips to the side, away from his exploratory hand, and when he tried to follow my movement, I twitched my hips the other way. Apparently, he had enough of this, because after a minute the skin on my buttocks heated up from the resounding slap! he dealt me. “A slave slut is supposed to keep her body still if her Master wants to inspect her. This is your first lesson. I am sorry I did touch you, you stink.” I shook my head in negation, and that apparently made him angry. “Smell for yourself!” and the disgusting pig actually wiped his hand, slimy with the moisture from between my own legs, all over my face. I almost sobbed in humiliation. I had definitely not signed up to do any such thing as this! I was certain of that.

“As my hand is already soiled, I’ll just take the trouble of showing you how you are expected to expose your ass during any forthcoming punishments.” He slid his hand between my legs, getting a good grip on my pubic mound, forcing me to hike my hips above the sawhorse, like a jockey rising in his stirrups. His touch wasn’t gentle; in fact, it was a tight, squeezing grip, uncomfortable in the extreme! I let loose a scream behind my gag, letting him know exactly how I felt about such cavalier treatment!

“Now stay that way.” I disregarded his demand and lowered my hips to the sawhorse. It wasn’t the most comfortable of perches, but I’d be damned if I was going to let him think I was giving in to him…and my hips still hurt from their earlier cramped tied position.

“OK. It’s OK my sweetie, I forget you haven’t received proper training yet. I’ll make sure you learn.” He left me, shaking, wondering what this ‘learning’ was going to entail, and went to a nearby box on the floor, which I had seen out the corner of my eye but not really noticed. My heart started pounding double-time when he showed me this evil-looking black leather hood with a grotesque protuberance in the lower front part of it. “First I need to make sure you’re fully concentrating on what’s important. This is a discipline leather hood with a gag mounted inside. The gag is hollow for feeding purposes, meaning you can wear it constantly. I won’t need to remove it for any reason.”

I removed her gag and rubber hood and then I fitted the thick leather hood. First she wouldn’t open her mouth for letting the gag enter but when I tightened the straps located outside the hood she realized that it was more comfortable accepting it than continue to avoid it. I blocked the feeding hole with the rubber plug attached for this purpose. The hissing sound told me she had discovered that breathing only was possible through the nose. She continued to shout and beg for release inside the hood.

“You still won’t learn,” I said and pressed the rubber bulb hanging from her gag. She frantically turned her head from side to side while she felt the inflatable gag expand inside her mouth. Gradually her useless begging noises disappeared and soon only her breathing was heard and I could hear dragging in enough air caused her some troubles but she seemed to be in a condition to get enough air. Satisfied I closed the valve for inflating the gag and removed the bulb from the hood.

I put my mouth close to her ear to make sure she could hear me through the thick leather while I caressed the hood from the outside.

“Good, my dear, you are already feeling uncomfortable inside the hood. Don’t worry, it’s only the beginning. It’ll get worse. Now, if you do as you’re told, maybe I might decide to remove it again. I will now put on your training equipment. These things will teach you how to stand while being whipped. I’m sure you will love it, my dear,” I said and took the nice equipment from the box.

First I locked a heavy steel belt around her waist consisting of two curved steel bands hinged together. Dangling from the front of the belt short curved narrow steel band that had been shaped for going up between her legs. Welded to the middle of the band was a steel wedge that would go up in the cleft when it was in place. The top had been rounded a bit to make sure it didn’t cut her to blood. Furthermore a large number of tiny rounded spikes had been welded on the inside next to the wedge. They wouldn’t puncture her cunt lips but they would surely be painful when they were pressed up between her legs. From the end of the short steel band a length of steel chain had been mounted. I then took the inflatable butt plug and greased it. The plug had a ring mounted at the end. I greased her ass hole and rammed the plug into place. The sounds inside her hood told me it wasn’t a pleasure for her. Then I dragged the chain through the ring and through the cogwheel mounted at the back of her belt and hooked the chain to then wire running from the ceiling. Now the cunt band with the wedge was hanging loosely between her legs. I adjusted the chain until the wedge parted her lips a bit but the spikes still didn’t touch her lips. Then I two steel rods at each side of her hips in two slots located under the plank for her torso at level at her waist band. Two switches with wires running from them were located on the rods at level with the waist band. The distance between the switches and her steel waist band was about one inch. Furthermore she was lying on a third switch located under her stomach connected to a wire as well. Satisfied with my work I connected a tube to her ass plug for inflating the plug. The chain between her legs made sure she couldn’t expel it as this was possible as long as it wasn’t inflated. I took a remote control and took place next to her hooded face again.

“OK my dear, I think you are ready to feel the plug. I won’t inflate it that much as you haven’t been anally trained yet,” I said and pressed a button. The hissing sound told me it worked as well as the head turning from side to side

”Isn’t it lovely? Be careful you don’t come already. Let it last as long as you can.”  I didn’t inflate the plug much. I was sure she would do it herself later during this next part of her training.

“Now I give you some instructions. I will soon leave you for some hours. Your job will be to expose your ass the best you can for the whipping. You won’t be whipped yet. During your training of maintain proper whipping position you can think about it. The whipping is just training to make you learn how disobedience might be punished or it is just done because I feel for it. I have decided to warm you up with the paddle before the cane will do its work. Now try to concentrate on exposing your ass for the cane and the paddle.” I said and dragged in the chain running between her legs. She quickly raised her ass high in the air standing on the tiptoe trying to avoid the spikes and the wedge parting and pinching her cunt lips. The screams coming from her told me it worked.

“That’s good my dear. Remain in this position and I won’t drag again” I said and let loose the chain again. It worked as she remained on the tiptoe. I again caressed her ass and her cunt lips putting my fingers between the steel band.

“I will now leave you. Remain in position or you will be sorry my dear” I said and pressed another button on my remote control. I slammed the door but I didn’t leave. I just took position in a comfortable chair in her cell, opened a beer and waited. I felt good with a cold drink after the work. Anne was beginning to have difficulties I could see. She probably thought I had left her meaning I wouldn’t drag in the chain if she failed. What she didn’t know was that it actually wasn’t necessary but she would soon find out. She moaned inside the hood and then she obviously decided to ignore my commands. She slowly lowered the feet and placed her stomach on the plank and the switch. A click could be heard and then it all happened fast. A magnetic switch unlocked a blocking device located at the ceiling and a heavy spring dragged in the chain running between her legs lifting her feet free of the ground within the restriction of her feet restraints. Simultaneously an air valve was opened for a few seconds inflating the butt plug a little more. After lifting her in ten seconds a humming sound could be heard and a device dragged the spring back in locked position again loosening the chain between her legs again making it possible for her to reach the floor with her feet again. She remained on the tiptoe afraid that she would activate the device again. All three switches had the same purpose meaning if she moved her hips sideward and touched the switches located on the rods the same would happen.

Maybe she thought I still was in the room and that I now had left or she just was stupid. I don’t know but she didn’t maintain position for more that a minute before she tried once more. She frantically moved the head from side to side when it happened all over again. Her body began glistening of sweat but this time she tried it twice as she moved her hips side wards in pain when she was lowered again activating the mechanism once more. I think she now was about to learn what happened as she this time remained perfectly still after she was lowered again. She was still moaning inside the hood. I again took position and caressed her head outside the hood. The touch made her body jump and moves her hips and once more she was hanging in the air.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be nice and give you some advice. Just do as you’re told. Do you think your asshole will be able to take much more? The plug must feel huge inside you. And how you sweat! You’ve certainly turned out to be a pig. You really stink of both piss and sweat. You even smell like shit as well and you’ve probably soiled the plug with shit. I’m glad I thought to plug you to make sure it remains inside you. I hope you’ll be able to control your bladder until I give you permission, because there’s a pail under you. If I find any of your filthy piss in it you will be compelled to drink it later. Initially I’d planned to train you like this for two hours, but your stubborn refusal to do what you were told has earned yourself an extra two hours. I hope you enjoy my training device…and imagine how nicely red and swollen your lovely ass will be after your first paddling and caning!” I said and laughed. Then I really left her after switching on the cameras. I placed a microphone just under her nose just to make sure I could hear her breathe. I had to be careful not loosing my precious pet and gagged like she was there would always be a danger that she would be choked. I attached a tube with a magnetic remote controlled valve to her gag. I had installed a remote panel in my living room as well making it possible to emergency stop her ordeal or to activate the device from this place.

I didn’t want to open my mouth and let that hateful thing enter my mouth. I wanted my mouth free, damn it! I wanted to shout, to curse, to rail at him and beg for my release...but when he tightened the straps around the outside of the hood and constricted the leather around my head, the pressure against my mouth was too fierce to bear and I reluctantly opened my mouth and let it fill my mouth…and then to add insult to injury, he plugged the hole in the middle of the thing, making breathing only possible through my nose! I sucked in a huge lungful of air through my nose, then started yelling indignantly at the back of my throat, sounds of anger and desperation.

“You still won’t learn,” he said calmly, as if this was routine for him…and I watched him pick up a rubber bulb-like thing that hung from the end, and squeeze it. I felt the protrusion inside my mouth expand, and I started shaking my head, my eyes widening in alarm. Surely he could…he wouldn’t…but he did. The thing in my mouth expanded until I could barely breathe, and suddenly complaining wasn’t my primary concern; just getting in a decent breath of air was! “Good, my dear, you are already feeling uncomfortable inside the hood. Don’t worry, it’s only the beginning. It’ll get worse. Now, if you do as you’re told, maybe I might decide to remove it again.” He stepped back, and I waited fearfully for what would come next. “I will now put on your training equipment. These things will teach you how to stand while being whipped. I’m sure you will love it, my dear.” I was sure I wouldn’t.

I was right.

I felt cold, inflexible metal wrap around my waist. It seemed oddly unbalanced somehow, the belt seeming to tilt forward with the weight of something hanging down in front of it. I was busy trying to figure out what it was when I felt something push against my anus, and I renewed my struggles. No, he wasn’t…he couldn’t…I had never had anything back there! I tried to make some sort of pleading denial, but the sounds stuck in my throat…and anyway, I was sure he wouldn’t listen to me anyway! I felt the tip of the…whatever it was…pressed against my sphincter, and then I screamed as he cruelly, brutally, rammed it home in my bowels. He was doing something with it, I could feel the thing twitching a little as metal clinked softly, but I was too miserable from the pressure of the thing in my butt to pay much attention to what he was doing. Something touched my labia lightly, parting it, but when no pain resulted my attention turned back to my poor stuffed ass. My bowels were cramping, and I tried to bear down and expel it. For a moment I almost felt a little movement…and then it stopped, as if it had been prevented from sliding out. I also felt a little tug from the front of the metal ‘belt’ he’d put around my waist; from that I deduced that he’d somehow attached the anal plug to the belt I wore, and expelling the intruder would now be impossible. “OK my dear, I think you are ready to feel the plug. I won’t inflate it that much as you haven’t been anally trained yet.” Anal training? Inflate? What did he mean?

The next moment the plug in my ass started to expand. I howled as my poor abused ass stretched inside to accommodate the plug. “Isn’t it lovely? Be careful you don’t come already. Let it last as long as you can.” Come? I was supposed to come with this thing in my ass? Never! “Now I’ll give you some instructions, and I want you to pay attention. I am going to leave you in this position for a while. The intent is to teach you to expose your ass the best you can for a whipping.  While I train you to maintain the proper position I want you to think about something. Any whippings you receive may be for the purpose of punishing you for disobedience, or I may punish you simply because I feel like it and I enjoy your screams. I have decided to warm you up with the paddle before the cane will do its work, so I want you to concentrate on exposing your ass for the cane and the paddle.” I heard a rattling of chain, but the next second my attention was completely taken up by the feeling of something cold and painful pricking my labia as whatever it was between my legs was mashed into my pubic bone! I rose up on my toes instinctively, assuming the jockey’s position he’d forced me to assume earlier, and to my incredible relief, the pain eased. “That’s good my dear. Remain in this position and I won’t yank on the chain again.” After a few moments, I felt his presence leave my side, and soon the door slammed. I listened intently; thought I heard the slight ‘pop’ as a bottle or can was opened, but there was no further sound. Thinking that my ears must have tricked me,  I sighed aloud and came down off the raised position.

It all happened so fast. I heard a click and suddenly the slack in the chain was taken up so fast that I barely had time to scream as the spiked wedge-shaped thing mashed into my pubic bone and I was lifted up by that most sensitive part of my anatomy! Then, as if to add insult to injury, the plug in my asshole inflated as well! For what was probably a short time but seemed like an eternity to my suffering body, I hung there, then it suddenly let me down. This time, I kept my body positioned well up! Maybe that little pop I heard meant he hadn’t left? I was determined not to arouse his ire again.

It was quiet for a while. Had he gone? Was this thing still going to inflict that awful pain on me? I cautiously lowered my heels, coming to rest gently on the wood again, giving my strained calf and thigh muscles a chance to rest. And again it happened; I was suspended by my ass and the terrible thing between my labia, and the agony was terrible! When it let me down I tried moving my hips out to the side, to get my precious sex flesh away from the wedge between them, and the same thing happened. There was the lightest brush of something against my hip, and suddenly I was hanging again. The damn plug was still inflating, too, and now my lower belly was rippling with cramps as my anal muscles desperately tried to expel the intruder, the spasms causing me to break out in a nervous sweat. My thigh and hip muscles were shaking so badly from the involuntary muscular contractions that my leg buckled as I came down, and I felt a light touch on my other hip right before I was yanked upwards, hanging, again.

I hated him. Oh, I hated him. At that moment I wanted to get free and kill him. The humiliation, the pain…I was furious, but in my current position there was nothing I could do. So, gathering all my will, when the diabolic contraption lowered me again I forced my shaking legs to lock in place, holding my ass up and exposed…and my poor abused labia off the torturing thing between them.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll be nice and give you some advice. Just do as you’re told. Do you think your asshole will be able to take much more? The plug must feel huge inside you. And how you sweat! You’ve certainly turned out to be a pig. You really stink of both piss and sweat. You even smell like shit as well and you’ve probably soiled the plug with shit. I’m glad I thought to plug you to make sure it remains inside you. I hope you’ll be able to control your bladder until I give you permission, because there’s a pail under you. If I find any of your filthy piss in it you will be compelled to drink it later. Initially I’d planned to train you like this for two hours, but your stubborn refusal to do what you were told has earned yourself an extra two hours. I hope you enjoy my training device…and imagine how nicely red and swollen your lovely ass will be after your first paddling and caning!“ He chuckled as he placed a microphone under my nose, and went about the cell, doing something I couldn’t see. Then he left, and this time I could sense his absence from the cell. He was gone…and he’d left me like this! I was furious…but the pain my position put me in was fast eclipsing the anger. I just wanted to avoid any more of that terrible pain, prevent that damn plug in my ass from getting any bigger! Already it felt like it was going to split me in half!

I had a nice rest in my living room watching television. Next to my television the monitor for my pet has been located making it possible for me to watch her all time. I counted at least ten lift free of the ground during this time and she moved her head more and more frantically from side to side. She looked like she had been batched in sweat and I was sure she was in a miserable condition wanting it so badly to stop. I knew the inflation of the plug had stopped as I have made sure it didn’t continue all time and causing her damage. At a certain level it slowly was deflated a little to make her feel it decrease until she failed again. If she failed too much she wouldn’t feel this deflation. I have done like this to make sure she still felt the plug work inside her when it had reached maximum level.

I decided to go to the basement and visit her again. Now it was time for the real fun. I switched off the television and again I made sure the doors was locked and made sure it looked like nobody was in the house. Safely in the dungeon with the entrance door locked making sure the entrance couldn’t be seen from the outside I entered the cell with the sobbing slut. Though she was gagged I could hear her beg for release. I took position beside her and touched her right nipple with one hand while caressing her hood with the left. Her body made a jump due to the unexpected touch and again she was hanging with her feet free of the floor moaning desperately in her gag. After ten seconds she was lowered again and the chain hung loosely from the ceiling. A locking device made sure the cog wheel didn’t let the chain between her legs loosen too much. By that the wedge still was splitting her cunt lips during her time of “rest”.

““My dear, I just don’t understand why you want to torture yourself that much. Why not just remain in position to avoid this horrible pain from the spikes and the plug in your ass? Anyway it’s your own decision. Sometimes a slave is allowed to decide how she will feel herself and sometimes it is just completely out of her hands. I think you are ready for the rubber paddle to warm your buttocks for the real punishment, aren’t you?” I asked. She turned the head from side to side the best she could while shouting no in the gag. I just ignored it and continued.

“You will remain in the training device all time during the whipping in order to make sure you learn to expose your ass for a nice whipping. Are you ready for the first stroke? I don’t know how many strokes I will give you. It will depend on how sensitive your ass is.” I said and without warning I gave her the first hard stroke. As predicted she immediately hung in the air again as she moved the hips from side to side trying to avoid the paddle. I continued paddling her ass while she was hanging in the air and I lowered the strokes when she was lowered again making sure she continued to be paddled all time.

I was in terrible pain by the time he came back. The slack in the chain holding the wedge against my pubic bone was gone, which meant hat the spikes were digging into my fresh all the time now. I was sure I was bleeding, but I couldn’t keep my ass raised the entire time; my legs were shaking so badly from their fully stretched, strained position that I couldn’t stay up on my toes for any long period of time. The intervals of standing were getting shorter, and I was ending up in the air more frequently. But I couldn’t help it.

He laid a hand on the hood; and then he touched my nipple. Offended that he would take such liberties with my body, I jumped back…and ended up screaming helplessly again as I swung from the device. He made no attempt to help, no attempt to free me, and finally the device lowered me back down. “My dear, I just don’t understand why you want to torture yourself that much. Why not just remain in position to avoid this horrible pain from the spikes and the plug in your ass?” He was being sarcastic. He had to be. Had he ever tried standing on tiptoe for this amount of time? I would have bet money that he’d never had to. “Anyway it’s your own decision. Sometimes a slave is allowed to decide how she will feel herself, and sometimes it is just completely out of her hands.” Yeah. Like now. Leg muscles weren’t meant to stay up like that. I had taken ballet classes when I was younger; I remembered how badly my calf muscles used to ache after I was done with class from rising en Pointe for short periods while dancing. This was so much worse.

“I think you’re ready for the rubber paddle to warm your buttocks for the real punishment, aren’t you?” No! I was not! But he was going to do it anyway. “You will remain in the training device for the duration of the whipping in order to make sure you learn to expose your ass. Are you ready for the first stroke? I don’t know how many strokes I will give you. It will depend on how sensitive your ass is.” Oh my God—no! But then pain blazed across my ass and I yelped in pain, begging him to stop when I could catch my breath.

SWACH, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK, SWACK

“Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuaaa ssssstttttoooooppppppp” I could hear her useless screams while her head moved hysterically from side to side and up and down. I really had a hard on doing it. There is nothing more beautifully than a women ass turning more and redder. Now it was about to turn deep red and it really looked beautifully. I think I gave her about 50 strokes before I was satisfied and tired in my arm as well. I placed the paddle on the table and spoke to her again while touching the deeply red burning buttocks. Then I put my index finger between the curved steel band between her legs touching her swollen cunt lips. She managed to remain in position not trigging the device during this treatment just breathing heavily through the nose holes in her hood. I took the flexible cane from the table with my right hand.

“Now you are ready for the real punishment. An ass warmed up like yours is able to take more caning without being damaged that much. Aren’t you grateful? During the caning you will get time to recover between each stroke. I think 30 strokes will do it. I want to hear you count through your gag. If I can’t hear you counting the stroke don’t count. Normally I would want you to thank me as well but I don’t think this is fair to you gagged as you are. Try to maintain position the best you can in order to avoid further punishment” I said while aiming the cane for the first stroke.

Swiish

“Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ooooonnnnnnnneeeee” I hear her while being dragged high in the air again hanging with the spikes torturing her cunt lips again. I just waited for her to be lowered again and gradually her cries turned to a silent moaning telling me she was ready for stroke number two. SWIISH, the cane spoke its merciless language giving her buttocks another swollen stripe slowly turning almost black. This time she actually managed to remain in position but she cried frantically in her gag and hood.

“Aaaaaaaaaooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuch aaaaaaaauuuu tttttwwwwwoooouuuuuu” she desperately counted.

“Good Anne, very good, now you have only 28 strokes to go. I’m sorry you can’t see what a nice job the cane does to your stinking ass. When finished I can assure you it will be nicely striped and maybe a bit sore as well, don’t you think so?” I asked her laughing again. I decided to undress and enjoy being naked while whipping her. Furthermore the whipping actually was pretty hard work meaning it would be nice to get rid of the warm clothes giving my dick the possibility to do as it wanted.

Her screams turned more and more hysterically and frantically and it took longer and longer between each stroke before she was ready for the next one. I had no problems giving her all the time she needed. I really was a lovely sight to see her exposing her ass desperately trying to avoid activating the switches. She actually managed to limit the activation to “only” five times during the caning but her screams and behavior during the lifting from the floor told me she felt it was more than enough.

“She just has to learn to keep her filthy ass still and exposed.” I thought while enjoying how she exposed her ass ready for the next stroke. There is just nothing as exciting than a slave totally exposing her ass awaiting the unavoidable pain to come when the cane sings in the air. My cock was almost exploding in excitement just pointing out from my body.

Receiving stroke number 22 she lost bladder control and soiled the floor though most of it hit the pail placed under her. This really was a sight. It really was an exciting look to see a female ass moving slightly up and down within the restriction of the switches while she was pissing and screaming inside the hood. Knowing how humiliated and degraded she felt just added to the excitement. I placed the cane on the table for a while and put on a pair of latex gloves. Then I put my right hand in the pail with the piss and took place beside the hooded head. I wiped the piss soaked glove under the holes for breathing making sure the hood was wet of her filthy piss.

“You filthy slut, can you smell what you did? You just couldn’t wait until I offered you permission to piss! You even soiled the floor. You really have much to learn. And you still lack 8 strokes before you are through. This will mean further punishment. Your reward for this act will be 5 strokes with the nipple whip on each nipple! Normally I would make it ten for each but as it is your initial training I will be kind to you. You will be allowed to thank me later with the best blowjob you are able to give starting with licking asshole before the blowjob!” I said laughing loudly and then I removed the latex gloves and continued the caning.

I continued whipping her ass until she had received the 30 strokes or 32 as she failed to count twice. Rather stupid of her but when a slave decides herself she deserves to be “rewarded”. I don’t think I ever had seen a female body sweating as she did after the final stroke. Sweat was dripping to the floor. I had managed to whip her without making any open wounds. Open wounds could cause infection problems and I certainly didn’t want this to happen. I was of course prepared meaning I had strong disinfect ready to use. I decided to pour a generous amount on her ass anyway, just in case. The contact with the disinfect to her sore skin told me that I might have cause her some open wounds as she screamed in her gag again clearly indicating that it caused her pain. I smiled at her discomfort and pain.

“OK sweetie, my pain slut, now you are almost through. Had you showed proper bladder control you would have been through. I’m happy you are plugged in the ass otherwise you would probably have soiled the floor with shit as well.” I said and took the short rubber whip with the triangular rubber tongue.

“Nooooooouuuuooo, pleauusssee nooooooou moooure” she begged me.

“What are you trying to tell me? Sorry, but I just don’t understand!” I said while aiming the whip to her right nipple.

SWIIISH!

“Auuuuuuuuuuooouuuuuuuuuu, nooouuuuuuuu” she screamed again.

“Don’t be such a baby, just be brave and take your punishment!” I said and continued. After stroke number 10 she really was breathing heavily and I actually think she was on the very limit to pass out. I actually was a bit proud of her that she had remained consciousness during her punishment. I did of course not tell her.

As if the paddling wasn’t enough! I’d never been hit by someone intending to hurt me before, and the bite of the cane was intensely painful. I managed to count…but I was sure I’d missed some somewhere along the way by the time he’d finished. And to add to my humiliation, I’d totally lost control of my overfull bladder and I’d released all over the floor, the device, and the pail! I remembered what he’d said about drinking it, and it was desperation as well as pain that made me scream with the next stroke. At the end, I saw him pick up another whip, and my pride deserted me as I begged him not to hurt me anymore.  Nothing I said made any difference to my implacable captor, who commenced whipping my poor defenceless breasts! I was hanging limply in my bonds, dizzy and light-headed, close to passing out, when he finally stopped.

“OK slut, this was your first real training. I wasn’t that satisfied with your behavior and performance, but don’t worry, you will receive plenty of training making sure you will be ready to do whatever is expected of you. As I haven’t trained you for oral sex yet I don’t think it is a good idea to let you thank me for my kindness concerning the nipple whipping yet. I have a better idea.” I said and started to unbuckle the hood. Before pulling it of I put on my own hood again. I didn’t put on any clothes. It would do her good to see me with stiff cock. I deflated the gag and the sounds coming from her clearly indicated that she was happy that she was able to move her jaws again and that it wasn’t that difficult for her to breathe any longer. Shortly after I saw a sweat covered head with hair glued to the head and eyes blinking in the bright light. I quickly gagged her again with a hollow tube gag. She actually still looked grateful though she complained when I strapped it to her face but the fact that it still was easy to breathe seemed to make her a bit happy.

“I will now deflate the plug and remove it as well as I will remove the chain between your legs. You will probably miss the feeling of the spikes and the wedge as well as your filthy gut might feel empty but don’t worry, I will offer you to try plenty of different shaped plug out later. Right now I have planned something different” I said while deflating the plug. I quickly withdraw it from her ass and it left the hole with a “blub” sound. The hole remained open though you could see the muscle was beginning to regain normal size again. The plug was covered with her disgusting shit and it really smelled badly. I wiped the worst shit of it with some paper and then I took position beside her head again.

“Here is my plan. As I don’t feel for give you a throughout enema for cleaning your filthy gut I will put on a condom before fucking your oozing asshole. As you need some blowjob training and as I think it will do you good to smell and taste your own shit I have decided to let you suck on the half length of the plug while the other soiled part of it will be located under your nose. Then you will be able to both smell and taste it while I fuck your backdoor. Isn’t it a wonderful idea, my fuck slave?” I said and laughed again.

“Nooou ,douun’t dou thiis. I caun’t taauke thiis! Pleaooo” Her begging sounds was cut off by the filthy plug. The movement of her stomach told me she was suffering from nausea tasting her own shit. I just ignored it and made sure the plug remained in position while I fucked her. I “dressed” my cock with the condom in front of her face and then I took position behind her. Her asshole had regained normal size again. I had chosen a lubricated condom making it easier to enter her. Though she had been plugged minutes ago she screamed when I entered her gut telling me she wasn’t used to backdoor fucking. It really felt marvelous entering her rosebud and excited as I was it only took a few minutes before I exploded deep inside her. The fact that I had my hands on her swollen buttocks made her moan in discomfort. She surely would be sore that place for a while. I couldn’t help touching her sore and swollen cunt lips during the fucking as well. I really could feel that the spikes and the wedge had done a good job. I decided that it was enough as I was exhausted and satisfied and as Anne needed some time by herself to recover. I produced a collar with two cuffs attached to it with very short link chains. I locked the collar around her neck and then I untied her arms and clicked the waiting cuffs around each hand. This made sure she wouldn’t be able to touch her sore ass and cunt. Then I untied her legs and dragged her off the horse. She almost collapsed on the floor totally exhausted. I decided to leave her in the cell for the night and I locked her collar to a chain bolted to one of the walls giving her a little freedom to move around as well as she was able to lie on the concrete floor. I quickly locked a spreader bar to her feet. The spreader bar made sure she had to lie on either back or front meaning she would have to choose between her sore nipples and cunt or her deeply red and swollen buttocks. Then I wheeled the horse out again as well as I removed all the other nice equipment I had entertained her with. Then I returned to her cell again.

“If you promise to be silent I will be kind and leave you without gag. Maybe you even want to enjoy the taste and smell of the plug during the night? The monitors and microphone will be turned on and if I hear any complains you will be gagged and hooded again. Is this understood?” I asked her. She nodded continuously very intrigued to have the disgusting smelling and tasting plug removed. I removed the gag and with a great sound of relief she had it removed.

“If you need to piss or shit during the night the chain is long enough to let you use the hole in the floor. If I find the floor soiled tomorrow you will be sorry. As you probably are thirsty I will prepare a drink for you” I said and took a pretty large bottle and then I took the pail with her piss and emptied it in the bottle, which made it half full. Then I added fresh water until it was full.

“Here you are sweetie and this will be your food. Just put your head in the food when eating. Pigs don’t use spoons for eating, have a pleasant night of sleep my dear” I said and placed a plate with a brown foul looking mixture in front of her. I didn’t want to tell her that it has been mixed up with my own juices, she would surely find out later. Without more speaking I left the cell and locked the door.

What a relief! He removed the hood, and I blinked as I finally saw light after what seemed like an eternity of darkness. Not even the hollow tube gag he shoved in my mouth could completely erase my happiness at being out of that dreadful sweaty hood. He deflated the plug and drew it out, commenting about how empty I would feel and how he had many other things he wanted me to try taking in my asshole. Spent and exhausted, I just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. I didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore; I was in too much pain. My asshole gaped open, cool air brushing the inflamed, stretched tissue inside, and I had a brief flash of panic, thinking about how it must look and wondering if I was ruined for life. A sudden urge to shit overwhelmed me, but, terrified that I might be compelled to do something disgusting with it later, I clenched my ass as best I could, and to my relief my asshole started to tighten back up and the urge to have a bowel movement went away.

“Here we go. I don’t feel like giving you an enema to clean your filthy gut, so I’m going to put on a condom before fucking your oozing asshole. But since you need some blowjob training and because I think it will do you good to smell and taste your own shit, I have decided to let you suck on half of the plug while the other soiled part of it will be right under your nose. Then you’ll be able to both smell and taste it while I fuck your backdoor. Isn’t it a wonderful idea, my fuck slave?”

No! It wasn’t! I couldn’t have that plug in my mouth…there were all sorts of diseases and stuff you could get from human fecal matter…I’d heard about it…I couldn’t do that! As he pulled the tube gag out of my mouth I opened my mouth to plead with him not to make me do this, I was sure I’d be sick…but he took advantage of the open orifice and rammed the plug home. My stomach immediately roiled, nausea washing over me as I fought to get this thing out of my mouth and vomit, but he secured it with a strap through the ring set into the base, the ring I now saw was how he had kept it in my ass, and commenced sliding his cock into my asshole! Despite having had the plug in there for hours, it was still tight enough to cause me some considerable pain, and I screamed with the intrusion, inadvertently swallowing some of the shit-flecked saliva in my mouth in the process. And then I found myself swallowing more, involuntarily, as he kneaded my raw buttocks and cunt lips as he thrust in and out of my tormented asshole, reaming me out thoroughly and causing me incredible discomfort. Fortunately it didn’t last long; I heard his breathing hitch, speed up, and seconds later his cock twitched several times in my asshole before he drew it out. I collapsed on the horse, sobbing, drained, exhausted.

He produced a collar that locked around my neck, and had two cuffs attached to it. One by one, he released my wrists, only to lock them to the collar. I sobbed in frustration as I realized I couldn’t touch my raw ass, couldn’t rub the aching muscles to work out the cramps. He released my legs from the horse, and I momentarily thought about kicking him, but he locked a spreader bar to the cuffs between my ankles. I’m sure he meant me to have no option but lying on my sore breast, or my raw ass, but after yanking on the spreader bar a little I determined that after he was gone I’d be able to use the joint in the spreader bar attachment to turn my hips forward instead of out to the side. With my legs apart in a partial split, I’d be able to lie on the outside of my breast. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable, but it was better than resting on my sore ass…or my poor breasts!

In my living room I switched on the monitor and loudspeakers and enjoyed her struggling to find the best place for resting. Before leaving I had switched on the heating and adjusted it to maximum level. The heat would add to her discomfort and make sure she wouldn’t get a coldness sleeping on the concrete floor. That means if she would be able to sleep due to her sore ass, asshole and cunt. She probably would have some rest during the night exhausted as she were. But she would probably awake every hour or so due to the pain. It made me a bit horny again to think on the discomfort she would suffer during the night. As she was in a quite safe condition I decided to leave her alone. I switched on the recorder as I still wanted to be able to punish her if she complained during the night. It didn’t matter she wasn’t punished right away all that mattered was that she felt completely controlled and that she knew for sure she was punished if she didn’t obey orders.

A new girlfriend?

I decided to visit my favorite bar as I wanted some fun and entertainment and as I still hoped I would find the right woman to join me in my dungeon. I had been in the bar for about two hours when a very interesting woman entered the room. She was dressed in a black dress and long black leather boots. Around her neck she had tied a black piece of shiny fabric almost looking like a slave collar. The arms on the dress were a kind of open type exposing her quite muscularly arms. She was a big woman and she was a little beefy but not fat. It actually made her look better. Her long black hair was curled up at the back making her look like something in between a mistress and a slave. I decided to try the classic approach.

“Hi, I haven’t seen you before. My name is Mick; will you let me buy you a drink?” I said.

“Sure, why not? I didn’t come here to dehydrate!” she said and smiled at me.

We soon were in a deep conversation. She introduced herself as Alexis, and told me she had moved from another country as she had not been able to find work within her field of expertise. She was about to run out of money and she desperately needed work. She asked me if I knew about any possibilities. When I enquired about her training she told me she was an educated nurse but she was ready for almost everything in order to earn money for living. Though I was ready to make her an offer I waited until I knew more about her and I therefore just promised her to remember her if I found something suitable for her. We continued talking and I gradually changed subjects in order to find out what I wanted to know. I continued buying her drinks making her more open to me. Then I decided to make the move and I told her that I really thought she was a good looking woman and the way she was dressed gave me associations in the direction of the black universe.

“Am I right in this observation?” I asked and smiled at her.

“Isn’t it a bit early to discuss sex?” she asked but the look in her eyes told me she wanted to tell me something.

“Well, you might be right. It’s just that if I am right I might have an offer for you solving both your problem with work and making sure you will get what you like. Do you want to hear more or do you still think it is too early?” I asked her giving her a charming look and a short blink with my right eye trying to make her curious. Her reply told me I had mad a bulls eye.

“Well, now I am curious. Before telling you more about my sexuality I want you to reveal what you have in mind. All I will tell is that you aren’t completely wrong” she said and smiled again.

“OK, then I makes the next move. I think you like to be both a mistress and a slave. With other words, you are a switch but your favorite is the dominating part. Furthermore I have the feeling that your desires include a slave combined with a male master. It is actually of no matter if the slave is male or female. You like them both. Am I right?” I asked her.

“I think you are good reading peoples. What you just have described is almost the truth about me. My favorite is to be a switch. I don’t know if it is too early to tell you about my deepest dream?” she asked me.

“In my opinion you have nothing to loose and a lot to win. In order to make you more curious I can tell that if I am right concerning your deepest dream I actually think I will be able to give you the life you are dreaming about. I don’t think it is a surprise to you if I tell you that I’m into SM as well and that I like to be the dominating part of a relation?” I asked her

“No, not at all. I had that feeling. What the hell, you sound like an honest man and I might win if I tell you. My deepest dream is to find a Master willing to have me as his favorite slave, a Master who sometimes will make me feel pain while another slave is watching. The fact that another slave is watching will make it even more humiliating and degrading. But what I always know during this punishment is the fact that this slave will have to suffer for watching and enjoying my discomfort and pain. The more I suffer the more she or he will have to endure after my ordeal and I will be the one carrying out this punishment. That is my deepest and darkest desire. I can tell you that I have some experience but only as the dominating part. I haven’t found a Master yet that I trusted that much that I would offer him full control in accordance top the agreements made between us. Do you want to hear about my experience?” she asked

“No, I think I will save this for later. I have a suggestion. It is late and we are both drunk and we might have told something we regret later. My suggestion is that you give me your phone number and I give you my address. Your phone number is just to make sure I can call you tomorrow if you forget about our agreement. Tomorrow you come to my place. You will be dressed in your favorite Mistress outfit. If you don’t want anybody to see you then hide under a coat and wait with putting the visible part on until you are safely in my house. Ring the bell once when you arrive and walk into the entrance. Then you will walk through the entrance and enter the door at the end of the corridor. In this room I will be awaiting you with a nice drink for you. You don’t need to bring any slave outfit with you; I will choose a slave outfit for you. I have a lot of exciting slave outfits. Proper dressed in your lovely outfit you will tell me your story and then I will tell you what I can offer you if you do well. If you are interested I will put you through an initial test just to make sure you really are a switch. I know how to test it. As you probably don’t trust me enough to let me chain you up for the test we will do it without. The only problem for you will be that any interfering with your arms or hands will mean new test. If you agree to let me chain you up it will be easier for you but that will be a choice of your own. If you think you need any more safety it will be your own responsibility. All I want you to do is to tell me if you have made precautions. I think we both need to play with open cards. I have been open to you and therefore I think I deserve the same from you. I won’t be happy if your mobile phone suddenly rings and you haven’t told me that a friend of yours is watching us and if you don’t pick up the phone she rings the police. It’s Ok with me if you have made such a precaution. You just have to accept that I will have to make some precautions as well to make sure I won’t get into troubles. What do you think?” I said excited to hear her answer.

“It really sounds like a great idea to me!” she said while writing her phone number on a paper. I made a check call just to make sure it was the right number. Then I wrote my address on a note and I gave her a short but hot kiss before I left her again.

Home again.

Back home again I decided to have a nightcap before going to bed. I took position in my favorite chair with a large Scotch. I switched on the monitor to see how Anne was doing. I had luck to switch it on just in time to see her sleep on her back and awake again with a jump feeling the pain in her sore ass. With a great deal of difficulties she managed to turn around making her lie on her chest pressing her sore nipples against the hard concrete floor. Her body glistened of sweat due to the extreme heat in her cell. It really was an exciting view to watch her difficulties turning around due to the spreader bar making any movement a challenge. Before turning around she tried to bend her torso towards her lap in the hope that the short link chain between her collar and hands would be long enough to let her caress her sore and swollen cunt lips but as predicted it wasn’t possible. The moan and cries in the loudspeaker clearly indicated that she didn’t have a pleasant night of sleep. I could see she had drunk some of her tasty refreshment. Then I heard her telling something making me await her next move in excitement.

I’d told myself I wouldn’t touch the piss-and-water mixture in the bottle, but I really was thirsty. By taking shallow sips, swallowing immediately, and holding my breath, I managed to take the edge off my thirst. I also reasoned that the ammonia in it would kill whatever bacteria had gotten into my stomach from the nasty plug he’d forced me to swallow.

And that brought my mind back to yet another issue; my ass was still full of fecal matter I had to get rid of. “Maybe,” I told myself, “if I do it in the hole, he won’t come up with something disgusting to do with it later, like make me eat it again. Gross!” I wanted to gag at the thought…and I suddenly realized I’d been talking to myself. Well, there was no one else here, and I was getting lonely. The sound of my own voice was comforting, so I kept talking. It alleviated my boredom, anyway. “So how am I going to get my ass over that hole? He said the chain was long enough, but…oh, damn it, I have to try.” I planted my feet and levered myself up using my chained hands against the wall to pull myself up, then I waddled, duck-like, to the hole. I tried to squat, but the spreader bar kept me too off-balance, and I ended up sitting on my sore behind with a pained squeal. Keeping in mind how my balance was altered, I lowered myself again, this time leaning my upper body forward to offset the awkwardness in the back. Then I released, to my intense relief, and I smiled as I got back up. “Too bad I don’t have toilet paper,” I muttered. “I hope I don’t get an infection from all that bacteria on my raw ass.” I decided not to lie on my side; it would squish my nether cheeks together and spread the filth around. Instead, I eased my sore nipples to the floor and lay like that for a while, my cheek pressed to the floor. “At least,” I mumbled to myself as I dozed off, “I won’t catch cold because it’s cold…”

“Maybe,” she told herself, “if I do it in the hole, he won’t come up with something disgusting to do with it later, like make me eat it again. Gross!” she started to move her body in position with a great deal of difficulties. First she managed to get on her feet. Then she walked towards the hole the best she could with her legs widely spread due to the spreader bar. A few inches from the hole she turned around and squatted over the hole. It really was a sight to see her doing it with her legs widely spread. She screamed loudly when she failed her first attempt a fell to the floor sitting on her sore buttocks. Her second attempt was more successful and she managed to squat over the hole with her ass a few inches above the hole. Then she relaxed her guts and I had a clear view of both her swollen cunt lips and her shit escaping her sore ass hole. I was happy smell wasn’t included in my monitoring equipment. After a few minutes she was finished. I could hear her complaining that she wasn’t able to wipe her asshole with paper. Her only choice was to get back on the floor in the preferred position. She chose the chest again. She probably wanted to wait for a while with lying on her newly soiled ass. I enjoyed her discomfort, humiliation and degradation for a while and then I switched of the monitor again. I really was excited about the next day. I just hoped so much that Jane was the woman I had been looking for. I really had the feeling that she were but tomorrow I would know for sure.

I decided to read a few pages in the diary before sleeping. I was horny and reading a few pages would surely make it easy to make myself explode and shoot my load.

“The 4th of June 1952, afternoon:

“After a nice rest I went to the dungeon again. I’m still sorry you can’t see the dungeon dear reader but I have decided to let this remain my secret.”

“Wrong my dear! But I promise to make you proud of me making it alive again. Who knows; if there is a life after this we might even meet” I said and smiled. Then I continued.

“My slut had finished her “nicely” tasting dinner. I know it wasn’t kind of me to mix her food up with my piss as well but I just couldn’t help it. This slut deserved it! She had humiliated and degraded me and now she had to pay the price for her act. Maybe it wasn’t fair to let her pay that much put see was just so sweet that I had to have a lot of fun and pleasure together with her. She really was the pet I always had been dreaming about and now she was just mine. I didn’t have to share her with anybody.

“How are you? Was it a pleasant supper? Your stomach seems to be a little swollen. Maybe I did overestimate your need for food?” I said and laughed again.

“Moounnnnnnn ouoooommmmm” she tried to speak in her gag.

“Sorry dear, I can’t understand you. I’ll have to remove the gag. Then we can have a nice chat while I prepare you for your next training. It’s always nice with a conversation while working.” I said while removing her gag.

“It tasted awful, what had you done to it? And my stomach hurts. It already started to hurt after a little more than half of the bottle. I was terrible afraid that I would choke in it. I hardly could breathe during the last half of the bottle. Why are you doing all this to me? What have I done to deserve this?” she asked. She actually sounded a bit submissive telling me that she was about to realize the hopeless in her condition.

“Nothing specific!” I lied to her, “I just love to treat smelly disgusting sluts like you like this. That’s all. It makes me horny and wet. I might be your worst nightmare; a sadistic lesbian who has fallen in love with you. What more can you dream about? We will have a lot of fun together. After some more training I’m sure you will even beg to be allowed to lick my ass clean. Isn’t it exciting? The smell of my ass will probably be like the smell of expensive perfume compared to your stench!” I said and laughed again. Now keep your mouth shut until I address you again. You need to be prepared for your next ordeal. I’m sure you will love it. What really makes it exciting is the fact that you will be the one controlling how much pain you will feel. During your next ordeal I will be comfortably sitting in a nice chair sipping a glass of wine while you entertain me.” I said while locking the head cage around her head again. I again turned the handles mounted on each side of her boots making her instep point downwards again. I continued turning until they were always in line with her legs. She moaned in discomfort again.

“Noooooooo, not this again! I just can’t take these horrible cramps all over again!” she screamed.

“Don’t worry my dear. This time it will be different. Just wait and see!” I said smiling at her. I wheeled the chair to a position just below one of the rods on the top at the treadmill. I attached a chain running from the rod to the ring at the top of her head cage. I unbuckled the leather restraints strapping her to the chair. Then I started operating a handle located on the upright beam which supported the four rods at the top. Gradually she was lifted free of the chair by her head cage. It didn’t look that pleasant to her. Soon she was standing upright only supported by the chain from the head cage and the steel boots on the floor.

“I know it is painful and difficult but try to keep balance or it will be even more painful.” I said almost sounding like I cared for her but I just couldn’t help laughing.

“Please noooooooooooo, have mercy! These boots! They are squeezing my feet and my toes can’t take it! Take me down, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee” she begged.

“No my dear, this is only the beginning. I’m not even halfway through with the preparation! You need a lot more of all the exciting equipment this lovely dungeon hides. Just be a brave slut and do the best for keeping balance!” I said laughing again. Then I locked chains running from the rods placed at waist high to her waist belt. I then produced a trolley and locked it to the rod in front of her and placed a couple of heavy weights on the trolley.

“Now we are almost ready. It actually isn’t needed to use a trolley for adding stress to the exercise. You see the brake mounted beside the beam? When operating the brake it will be more and more difficult to move the treadmill. I just thought you would find it more amusing to see the trolley move in front of you during your exercise. All we need before you begin is something to encourage you to finish the exercise as quickly as possible! I could of course decide just to whip you if you didn’t behave well but I have something better and more exciting in store for you.” I said and shoved a sophisticated device. She looked scared at the device. It consisted of a curved steel rod which was penis shaped at the lower end. At the other end a steel container with a lid at the top had been welded into place. Furthermore a steel plate had been welded to the long rod just below the container. On both side of the plate two pieces of wood had been mounted and at the end of these wood pieces steel plates with holes drilled into them had been mounted.

“This really is effective in what it does to the victim. The penis shaped rod is rammed deeply up into your ass and then the device is locked to your belt. The wood makes sure the steel rod is heat isolated from your belt. When firm in place I will poor boiling oil into the container and close the lid. As oil can be much hotter that water it will last for long before the temperature has decreased to a level that won’t causes you pain. The heat will gradually be transferred to the rod as steel is very heat conductive as you probably know. After some minutes you will feel the plug in your ass turn hotter and hotter. It’s no need to tell how long it will take as you surely will find out. On the wall you can see a counting device, which now shows zero. Each time you have walked one round it will increase one number. I want you to take 10 rounds and then I will let you rest for the night. I know the boots causes you pain but I actually think it is nothing compared to the pain deep in your ass if you spend too much time for doing it. It will completely be your own choice. I will just enjoy your exercise sitting in my comfortable chair while sipping cold white wine. I think we are ready to begin” I said while ramming the penis rod deep up in her ass making her jump and scream again. Then I put on a pair of heat protection gloves and I took pot with boiling oil from the electric ring. I carefully filled the container with the boiling oil and then I unlocked the brake.

“Ok sweetie; let the exercise begin! If I were you I would hurry up. The heat is transferred pretty fast to your ass plug but it is still your own choice!” I said laughing loudly while I took position in my chair giving me a clear view of my disgusting slut exercising.

“I can’t! Please don’t force me to this! Nobody will ever be able to go through this! It just can’t be right! You have no right doing this to me!” she desperately begged me. I just remained silence just awaiting the plug to encourage her to do her very best. Awkward she tried to start moving. It really was a sight to see her try to walk in these exciting boots locked to her feet. She fought to keep balance not causing her even more pain. Slowly she started to move the treadmill. Her body was already sweaty and glistening. The look at her face and the sounds escaping her mouth clearly indicated that she was suffering extreme pain but she just had to continue. She knew about the plug gradually being heated of the boiling oil. After the first round she screamed again.

“Aooouuuu, my feet are feeling like they are broken and I can already feel the heat from the oil. I will never be able to go through this. Please make it stop!” she begged me again. I had actually tried the plug. It doesn’t take long before you can feel the heat but it take some time before it causes you pain. But I was quite sure that it would be quite uncomfortable for her before she had finished the exercise. I just remained silence and enjoyed the show. Pat actually managed to increase speed though she had severe difficulties keeping balance. She continued complaining. The counter now told her that she had completed round number four.

“Please! Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuoooooooo, now it is really hot in my ass. Please let this be enough! Please have mercy, I’ll do what you want me to do but please make this stop!” she begged me again.

“No my smelly slut! You haven’t behaved that well to me. You will complete this exercise and after that you will still be ready to do as you are told; just wait and see!” I shouted just to make clear to her that I was serious about this exercise. I eagerly rubbed my clit while shouting at her. I had already decided to let her satisfy me orally after she had finished her exercise.

Frantically Pat tried to increase the speed but it really caused her problems. The trolley dragged in front of her didn’t make it easier.

“Maybe you want me to take position on the trolley? Don’t you think it would make it even it more exciting for you?” I asked her and laughed loudly again.

“Noooooooooooooo, noooooooooooooo, please doesn’t! It’s hard enough as it is. I really don’t need more! My legs are cramping and my ass is burning! Please let me free. I really have had enough!” she continued her useless begging. From the papers I knew that after ten minutes that was the time she had endured the heat from the rod it was hot but not alarming hot. It was written that a victim had taken it for almost twenty five minutes but after that she had suffered pain in her ass for almost two days before it was bearable for her. But even after that long it hadn’t caused her permanent damage. Pat would have completed long before this time. The problem right now was the fact that I really needed her head between my legs. I decided to gag her with a ring-gag when she had completed the exercise. Then I would bury her face between my legs and order her to use her tongue until I told her to stop. I actually had another cruel plan with her while she had her head between my legs.

“Just be a brave slut and hurry up! I actually want you to hurry up though I have told you that you are the one deciding the speed. You only need four more rounds. It really should be no problem for you” I said with a smile trying to encourage her to do her very best. She continued the best she could without begging anymore. I guess she finally had realized that it was a useless waste of words and that it didn’t make anything better to her. After round number nine I really had my doubts that she would that she would go through the last one without fainting. She screamed constant now and I could see the plug really cause her pain now as she moved her hips up and down in a useless attempt to make the plug escape her sore asshole. My watch told me she had been exercising for seventeen minutes meaning it wouldn’t last that long before I would have to make it stop. The extreme pain had made her decrease speed and I was afraid she wouldn’t succeed. I really didn’t want to be forced to remove the plug before she had completed. This would tell Anne that I actually could be kind and this would be a sign of weakness.

“HURRY UP YOU WORTHLESS SMELLY SLUT! DO I REALLY HAVE TO USE THE WHIP TO ENCOURAGE YOU DO THE EASY TASK I HAVE ORDERED YOU TO DO?” I shouted to make it clear to her I was serious. It seemed to help as she increased speed again and my watched told me she had struggled for twenty one minutes when she finally managed to make the last round. I was prepared as I had the heat gloves on when she finished her exercise. Quickly I removed the plug from her steaming sore asshole. I was happy to see that it was in time. Her asshole and the sensitive skin around it were red and swollen but it showed no signs of permanent damage. I was sure it would only take her about a day to recover again. I released her from the bars and she fell exhausted to the floor her body steaming of sweat and heat. I let her remain like this for some minutes as I actually was a bit proud that I managed to make her go through this first real ordeal. She had stopped screaming and she just lay still on the concrete floor breathing heavily. I took a ring gag from a hook at the wall and then I took position in the comfortable leather chair with the seat with the V-shaped hole making me sit with my pussy accessible for my pet.

“Ok my smelly cow! I think you have had enough rest. Move you filthy body in position in front of me and let me prepare you again. Do it quickly or I chain you to the treadmill again and make you take ten more rounds. I don’t think that is what you want?” I asked her.

“Noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, please doesn’t force me to this again!” she shouted. As she still was wearing the boots and as her hands still was cuffed to her steel belt it wasn’t that easy for her but within a few minutes she was in position in front of me. I removed her head cage and quickly the ring gag was wedged into place making sure she couldn’t bite me while licking me between my legs. Then I took position in my chair again and with both hands I forced her head between my legs almost choking her.

“As I’m a bit satisfied with your performance I have decided to reward you. Take a deep breathe and prepare for your reward” I waited for a few seconds and then I forced her mouth and nose deep in place between my legs and then I relaxed sending a stream of piss into her widely open mouth.

“Drink the best you can or you will exercise again! What is spilled on the floor will be your job to lick up when you have satisfied me!” I said laughing loudly again enjoying the gagging sounds coming from her face buried between my widely spread legs. I could her desperately gurgling while swallowing mouthful after mouthful of my piss. After some seconds I had emptied my bladder.

“Ok slut, it wasn’t that bad. You only lost a little on the floor. If you show me an excellent oral service I might decide to forget about it. Let us start with my delicious ass hole. Start licking the best you can!” I shouted and pressed her mouth against my rosebud. First I felt nothing but then she probably changed her mind as I felt a tongue start to lick. The sounds coming from her told me she didn’t like it. Her head blushed feeling humiliated and degraded being forced to lick my asshole but she cleverly continued. The feeling was just gorgeous, the feeling of her tongue licking and the knowledge that she really hated it but that she just didn’t dare to stop. After about ten minutes I decided that it was time to move on and I adjusted her head in position with her nose and mouth between my cleft. She just continued licking even when I took her right nipple between two fingers and squeezed until she screamed between my legs. After about ten minutes I felt the orgasm build up and while forcing her head harder in position I squeezed the head between my loans while I exploded in an orgasm that felt like it would last forever. Gradually I relaxed again feeling better than I had felt for mounts. Suddenly I felt her body move frantically up and down while some strange sounds escaped her mouth. I could see her stomach moving back and for the like it was cramping.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, sorry dear.” I said and spread my legs and released her head from my damping cunt. Her gasp for air sounded like a bellow.

“Yoooouuuu  almost choked me! I couldn’t breathe at all! Ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh, you could have killed me!” she complained.

“Nonsense, you will be surprised when you find out for how long you will be able to survive without air. It’s just a matter of training and that’s all! You just have so much to learn. How did my cunt and ass taste? Was it tasty?” I asked her smiling at her. She blushed again feeling humiliated sitting with her head inches from my still damping cunt. I really loved it. It is indescribable; I just can’t express the feelings going through my body. The sight of this totally controlled slut sitting with a ring gag inches from my cunt feeling a humiliation that probably beat whatever she had felt in her entire life. The fact that she was gagged and the hopeless condition probably made her decide not answering. Without letting her see it I took a flexible rubber whip hanging from the side of my chair. With a sudden move I stoke her with the whip on her ass as hard as I could. Her body jumped and she screamed both due to the surprise and the pain.

“ANSWER ME WHEN I ADDRESS YOU! WILL YOU EVER LEARN?” I shouted.

“Yes it was tasty, both your cunt and ass was tasty!” she cleverly answered with a scared look at her face still finding it difficult to speak due to the gag.

“YOU DISGUSTING SMELLY LIAR! DON’T YOU EVER LIE TO ME! I KNOW YOU DON’T TELL THE TRUTH!” I shouted again.

“I’m sorry! It didn’t taste that good!” she tried again.

“That was much better. I will be kind and forget about it! Just remember what will happen if I caught you lying again! Now I think it is time for you to rest.” I said and left the chair again. I produced a curve steel band and locked into place between her legs. Then I removed the painful boots. She really looked grateful when I removed them. I dragged her to the feet and guided her to another area of the dungeon. We stopped in front of a short wood door only a little more than a feet high. I opened the door and a hole in the wall not more than two feet broad could be seen. I quickly removed her gag.

“In you go and quick! Or do you want me to use the whip again?” I asked her.

“Please, don’t make me sleep in this cramped space! I promise to be good. Please!” she begged again.

I just took the whip and that was enough. Quickly she squatted and started to back into the dark hole. It wasn’t easy for her as even if she was on all four her back would hit the ceiling of the hole. Halfway in I ordered her to stop. I put a collar attached to a chain hanging from the wall around her neck. Then I unlocked her cuffs and then I ordered her to continue. The collar was to make sure I still had her controlled.

“I’m just too kind to you but I thought you would like to have your hands free. The chastity belt you are wearing it to make sure you don’t try to masturbate in the hole. It’s not a vacation!” Then I slammed the door shut and bolted it. I opened the tiny lid located in the door.

“I know it will give you some light but I’m afraid that the door is too tight giving you no fresh air. Have a pleasant night my dear! By the way; the hole is your toilet as well! I haven’t had time for installing any toilet facilities” I said and laughed. Then I left the dungeon area again knowing my slut was safe until tomorrow when I was ready for her again.

“Ohhh my god, what a woman! Why had I never met her?” Mick thought feeling his dick was on the bursting point. He decided to keep his load back for tomorrow. He really hoped that Jane would show up.

He awoke early in the morning excited about the day. After breakfast he decided to visit Anne in the dungeon. He brought her breakfast to her cell. Before entering he put on the hood as usual.

“Good morning Anne, have you slept well? Pew, what a stench you have produced! You smell even worse than yesterday. Now remain still while I feed you. After eating you will be prepared for the day” I said and started feeding her. She gratefully ate what I offered her and she even seemed to like the piss mixture I as usually offered for quenching her thirst. After finished eating I washed her smelly ass slightly with a little water and then a dressed her. I had decided that it was time to let her feel how it is to be completely sealed in thick latex.  She surprisingly looked at the shiny rubber suit and the matching hood.

“Now just be a good slut and let me put you in this suit. I have a lot of ways to make you obey so my advice to you is just to accept it!” I told her while removing the spreader bar. I coated the suit with talc at the inside to make it slip on easier. Then I started dressing her. Though the latex was quite flexible it still was hard work to dress her. Before slipping it over her hips I plugged both ass and cunt and I put the adjacent tubes through holes in the suit. She complained while I did it but she didn’t dare to try to resist. The hardest work was to get her arms into the adjacent arms in the suit. She actually looked happy to have the cuffs removed again. After about ten minutes hard work she was in the suit. Her latex covered arms were then put in a tight rubber arm binder strapping them at the back. The neck of the suit covered the steel collar around her neck. Then I was ready for the hood.

“Oh, please don’t. Please, not the hood again. I hate it! It’s awful being hooded, it’s like sensory deprivation!” I complained.

“Nonsense, the hood is nothing. Today you’ll feel even more isolated, because you’re going to wear this gas mask and your ears will be plugged as well,” he said with a broad smile showing me the black gas mask he had brought with him.

“Please, why are you doing this to me? It’s already really hot inside the suit even without the hood. I don’t need more, please, I’ll do whatever you want me to. I already feel sweat running inside the suit. It’s horrible! Please, please, don’t do this,” I begged, I pleaded, I promised. I’d do anything not to have all this stuff on me again! Suddenly my night in the spreader bar didn’t seem so bad in comparison with all the strictures I’d have to endure today.

“I’m glad you told me. I almost forgot,” he said while forcing a funnel into my mouth and strapping it in place behind my head. The funnel had a long spout that just barely penetrated my throat; It made refusing whatever was poured into it impossible. I dreaded what he’d do with it, but to my relief he only produced water and poured it in. I wished he’d let me have some of the water in my mouth, it would wash out the taste of the shit and piss from the…day?…before, but I wasn’t to have that luxury, it seemed. He kept filling me until I felt like I was going to pop, and I felt a little nauseous from the amount of water filling my stomach and pressing down on my internal organs. But worse was to come, I realized when he removed the funnel, forced the hood over my head, pushed the hollow tube gag into my mouth, and fastened it in place. Then the horrible gas mask came, cutting off every bit of light from my world and plunging me in darkness again. That seemed like it, but after a moment I started wriggling desperately as the plugs he’d stuffed into my ass and vagina started inflating. Not again, I prayed as they became uncomfortable, but they stopped just short of pain. Then he left me alone, locked in my rubber prison, uncomfortably full and desperately uncomfortable!

“A slave in a rubber suit needs a lot of water in order not to dehydrate. This will make sure you will be safe during this ordeal” I instructed her. After filling her until I could feel her stomach being swollen I stopped and I enjoyed her gasping for air for a while before I continued. First I plugged her ears and then the hood switched of her light. She moaned and complained when I pushed a hollow dildo shaped gag into the mouth hole and strapped it behind her back. Now she was ready for the gasmask. I strapped it as tightly as I could making sure she felt totally isolated from the outer world. All that could be heard was the hissing sound from her breathing and the click from the in and outlet valves for the air coming in and out her lungs. In my excitement looking at my sexy pet I almost forgot about the plugs. I started pressing the rubber bulbs gradually increasing the size of the dildos inserted deeply in her ass and cunt. I didn’t stop before the desperately move of her head from side to side told me she was close to the limit, at least for now. I knew that after an hour or two she would be able to take a few presses more. I placed her in the rubber padded cell I had made and locked the door. Then the heat was turned on and after switching on the microphone and the cameras I left the dungeon again extremely excited. Now I could hardly wait until Jane hopefully showed up.

Alexis’s arrival.

It was about time for Alexis’s arrival. I took position in my living room as I had told her. I decided to enjoy a large malt whisky while waiting. Five minutes before the planned time I heard the doorbell ring once. Then the door was opened and I heard some noises in my entrance area. After a few minutes a knock was heard on my door and into my living room stepped an extremely beautiful and exciting woman. She was dressed in a tight fitting rubber tricot. She wore long tight fitting leather boots. At the right side she had a short riding whip hanging. Her hands were hidden by an elbow long pair of tight rubber gloves. Her face was partly hidden behind a leather mask and her long black hair was curled up behind the back. I almost stopped breathing sitting in my favorite Master suit without wearing my hood.

“Wow, you really look good! You look both good and scary. Please have a seat and tell me your story while enjoying the drink I have prepared for you!” I told her

“Thank you. I’m happy you like what you see. Now for my story. I once met a man who loved to be dominated and humiliated by women. I planned an ordeal for him and we agreed the time for his arrival. I locked him in my homemade pillory with legs widely spread. I continued to tell him how disgusting I thought he was. I put the same pair of rubber gloves I’m wearing right now on in front of him and told him I wouldn’t touch his disgusting body with my bare hands. Then I pushed one finger deep up in his asshole while I jerked him of with the other hand. I ordered him to hold back but it didn’t last for long before he failed. I gave him 20 stokes with my whip at his ass until it turned nicely red and then a picked up the device I had planned to lock onto him. It was a tube chastity belt but I had modified it. The belt included two containers for trapping his balls. I locked the device tightly onto his private parts and then the fun began. The lower part of the tube had been angled about twenty degrees making any ejection impossible. I sexually stimulated him until he screamed for mercy and then I revealed another secret about his belt. I took a tiny socket wrench and placed in a hole in one of the container for his balls. Then I turned until he again screamed for mercy. I turned the wrench slightly back again and then I did the same with the other container. Inside the containers was a plate, which by turning the screw squeezed his balls. He really was scared and continued begging for release. I just ignored him while I “dressed” in a strap-on dildo in front of him. The size of the dildo made him look even more scared. I went behind him and then I turned on the vibrator for the dildo inside me. While enjoying the vibrator I backdoor fucked him until he almost collapsed. During this I continued to stimulate him making sure he felt the pain produced by the fact that the tube just didn’t leave room for any erection. When satisfied I locked a belt around his waist and then I released first one hand and chained it to the belt and then the other and chained this hand as well. The short chains made sure he could feel his new “toy” of pleasure as well as it made sure I still would be in control. Then I released him. You should have seen him. I had never seen a man as desperate as him. It was just so exciting to enjoy his useless attempt to remove the belt. He shouted at me and he actually tried to force me to remove it. I just laughed as he really wasn’t in a position to threaten anybody at all. After a while he calmed down realizing that there was nothing he could do at all. I told him that I wouldn’t remove it until he had worn it for at least one month. You should have seen his reaction. “I’m playing football, what about that? I can’t play wearing this belt and I certainly can’t show my body naked wearing this belt! And the never ending squeezing of my balls! Well, I might be able to make this disappear with the right socket wrench” he told me. Sorry dear, I had to tell him but the lock block these holes as well. I will be the only one who will be able to do it. Don’t worry; within a few hours you have got used to the pain. Now I’m tired of you. I will clean up the room and leave you. I locked him with a chain to the steel tube for heating and then I removed my equipment. What I hadn’t told him was the fact that the apartment wasn’t mine and that I had rented it for two days in a false name. I placed my gear in my van and then I went for him again. I hang an ice block from the ceiling over him but beyond his reach. In the ice block was the key for his chains but not the belt. I kissed him goodbye and then I just left him. His only possible contact to me after I left him was an email address. I guess you can imagine the amount of mails I got from him. Almost every night I masturbated thinking on him wearing my belt. I kept him belted for 40 days before I sent him the key for removing it. I think he was angry at me because he didn’t write to me after he received the key. I am sure he thinks twice before he tries this again. He told me about a lot of itching during his ordeal as cleaning was impossible. It must have been quite a smelly dick he released after his 40 days ordeal. I still have the letters he wrote for me as they still excite me. I forced him to write about it and to take picture of his caged dick during his ordeal. All I needed was to tell him that I would close my mail if he refused and then he was able to write the most exciting letters for me. The tube ended in a rounded steel lid welded to the tube with tiny holes, the lid was made of titanium making any cutting impossible. The tight fit made it impossible to use a metal cutter at any places of the belt for removing it. I ordered him to take some pictures shoving the head of his dick through the holes at the end of the tube. The last pictures showed a head of a dick deeply red. He told me how he tried to pour disinfectant  into the tube and the pains he endured while the disinfectant did its work but the problem was that it never lasted for long before the itching started all over again. In 40 days he wasn’t able to touch his cock at all! That was my favorite story explaining my deepest desires. Now I’m excited to hear what you have in mind! I have some experiences with women as well but not as extreme as this story. I would love to try it as I actually think I would find it as exciting as punishing a man. My favorite concerning women is to force a woman who doesn’t like lesbian sex at all to lick me to several orgasms while I torture her” Alexis said to me.

“It really was a story. I think I will be able to offer want you want. I only need to make a few tests. You told me you are a switch and I just need to make sure. Are you ready for this? You can choose if you want to be restrained or you fell more comfortable being free. I will stroke you ten times with the cane. If you choose to be unrestrained I must tell you that each interfering with the hand means two additional strokes. What do you think?” I asked her.

“It’s OK with me. I choose the unrestrained punishment. Not that I don’t trust you but to show you I really am a switch who can turn submissive as well” she answered me.

“OK, then undress and pit these rubber knickers on. It’s just to make sure the cane doesn’t tear your ass to blood. When proper dressed you take position lying with your torso on the table and legs widely spread” I told her in a more commanding tone.

Without saying a word she just undressed and did as she was told. I really loved the sight of her naked body and the transparent rubber knickers just made her look even sexier. She took position as ordered and took a good grab at the sides of the table. I took position behind her and with my right hand between her legs I lifted her ass to the desired position.

“Auhhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned both in excitement and discomfort.

“Keep your ass in this position. You are allowed to move your ass between stroke but when ready again I want your ass like this, understood?” I asked.

“Yes Master” she submissively answered me.

I rubbed her clit through the latex knickers for a while and then I aimed the first stroke and put all efforts in the stroke. When wearing knickers a slave must be able to take the hardest stroke you are able to produce.

SWIIISH

“Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooouuuuuuuuu, thank you Master” she replied and her ass was in position again. She really is something, A few seconds and she is ready again. I think I have found the right on, I thought while aiming stroke number two.

SWIIISH

“Auuuuooooouuuuuuoooooooooaaaaaaa, thank you Master” she once again replied but this time it took a little longer before she was in position again. I could see her hands were white clearly indicating that she had difficulties keeping them away from her now sore ass.

“Get in position faster! A Master is not supposed to wait for long to continue!” I ordered sounding angry but I actually loved it. She did extremely well. When I delivered stroke number eight she failed eagerly rubbing her sore buttocks.

“What is that slut? You know not to move until I am finished!” I shouted.

“I’m terrible sorry Master. I just couldn’t help it. Please give me two more additional strokes for my misbehavior. I deserve it!” she answered me.

My heart almost stopped beating. It was her first punishment and she already behaved like this. She had already been approved though I had not finished yet. Her ass looked just lovely through the transparent knickers. Deeply red swollen stripes could be seen. Blood was just pumping into my excited dick. She managed to take the last four strokes without any more interfering. When receiving the last stroke she screamed hearty and it lasted for almost two minutes before she regained control. I gave her a kiss just to show her I was very pleased. Normally I don’t show it to a slave but this really was different.

“Come with me. I have something to show you!” I said to Alexis still rubbing her striped ass. She followed me.

“Take position in the sofa. I will be with you in a minute.” I said. I returned with two large malt whiskies and then I took position beside her.

“What I show you now must remain our secret. But after hearing your story I actually don’t think this will be a problem for you. You have passed with credit and I offer you to stay with me in this house. I will now switch on this monitor and what you see is our common future plaything” I told Alexis while switching on the monitor. On the scream I saw the picture of my lovely pet struggling in the padded cell. She obviously was awake as she moved around in the cell.

“That’s really lovely. Marvelous!  What a nice padded cell she has occupied. I love the shape of her body and the tight fitting black shiny suit really exposes it! How long has she been like this?” Alexis asked.

“Only for four hours but I think she has the feeling that it is more. The cell is heated as well!” I told her.

“May I make a suggestion?” Alexis asked

“Sure, be my guest” I answered.

“Let us test her. Let her remain in this suit for at least one week. The only device we remove is the gasmask for feeding her and to make sure she doesn’t dehydrate. During the test we gradually increase the temperature in her cell making it even more uncomfortable for her. I assume you have plugged her as I can see the rubber bulbs. I hope you have used thin one making it possible for her to piss and defecate if we deflate them. If it is so she doesn’t need to get out of the suit before we think she is ready. After a week dressed like that she will be swimming in her own filth and she will know how disgusting she is. I assume you have chosen a hood with open mouth. That means she will be able to service the both of us orally during her ordeal. Furthermore we can make love in front of her just making it even more hopeless to her. We will of course block both holes to the very limit during this test. You and I will have a lot of fun and pleasure and she must just suffer. What do you think?” Alexis asked me.

“I’m just so impressed. I hardly can wait to see you test her. Maybe I will punish you before I give you control just to make sure you do well. Why don’t you on your rubber tricot again and then I think it is a great idea that you and I make love here while watching my slut suffers for both you and me!” I replied.

“I think you just read my mind. Let’s finish this drink and have some fun! But promise we get up early tomorrow. I hardly can wait to visit your slave for real!” Alexis answered.

“Good idea!” I said and walked closer to her with my hands at the back. Before she had a chance to resist I cuffed her hands at her back.

“Hey, what are you doing? I’m your assistant Mistress, remember! Why do you cuff me, what do you have in mind?” Alexis complained but though she complained I could feel it excited her.

“I have planned a surprise for you in the bedroom. Though you are my assistant Mistress you still have to prove you are a sub as well. I’m sure that the more you suffer in my hands the more skilful you will train our slut!” I said wit a broad smile and then I hooded her with a heavy leather hood cutting of all light as well as she would feel hot inside within a few minutes. I locked a steel collar with a chain running from a ring welded to it around her neck. Then I dragged her to my bedroom and the surprise I have made only for her.