Archive-name: Changes/pamela8.txt
Archive-author: Pamela (tv)
Archive-title: Pamela's Story - 8


                               CHAPTER VIII

     The trip to the bathroom felt like the longest journey I had ever taken.
The ice water enema had my guts tied up in knots.  Without the Bardex, there
would have been no way for me to make it without an accident.  In my haste,
I stumbled several times along the way due to the uncertain gait caused by
the six inch heels.  Susie seemed to have similar difficulty with the
cramping, although she was far more adept at walking in the stiletto heeled
shoes our Mistresses made us wear.  Susie got to the bathroom first and
attempted to attach the Bardex bulb by herself.  She squatted and reached
down between her legs in an effort to locate the fitting, but the hinged hand
cuffs would not allow her to twist her forearms into the proper position.
When I arrived, she was already squealing in frustration over her inability
to attach the bulb.

     "Oooohhh Pamela, I can't get it connected!  These damned hand cuffs are
in the way.  I can't turn my wrists at all!"  Kay was right.  The hinged
cuffs would force us to help each other in order to gain relief.

     "Susie...calm down.  I'm going to help you."  While the corset and the
cramping made it very difficult, I managed to crouch down and attach the
Bardex bulb to the port.  I then released the air valve, causing the balloons
to deflate so the catheter could be removed.  Susie instantly seated herself
on the porcelain throne, while I stood anxiously waiting for her to relieve
herself.

     It seemed like years, but it was probably only a few minutes before
Susie finished and was able to assist me.  While I was tending to the
compelling business at hand, I heard our Mistresses laughing in the doorway
in amusement over the spectacle we were providing for them.

     "You two sure are a sorry lot.  Just look at you----all sweaty and
pale."  Sabina removed the hand cuffs.  "Go upstairs and take a hot
shower.....you can both remove your makeup as well, seeing as how it's all
messed up from the perspiration.  While you're doing that, Kay and I will
make something for us to eat.  It should be ready by the time you're
finished, so just put on the robes we left for you and come back to join us.
Then we can all have some dinner and discuss our future plans for the two of
you."

     When we got upstairs, Susie gently rubbed her mistreated tits.  "God,
my nipples hurt.  I love my Mistress a lot, but I hate it when she makes me
wear those blasted clamps.   One time, she made me wear them under my bra
while we were at a dinner party.  They hurt like hell and I couldn't
concentrate on anything else.  Even though I wore a shawl to cover their
outline on the front of my dress, I felt like everyone was staring at me.
My tits were sore for days after she finally took them off."  Susie unlaced
the six inch heels from her feet.  "Here, let me help you get undressed,
Pamela.  If you're as stiff as I am, you won't be able to undo the laces in
the back of your corset."

     "Thanks Susie.  I sure am sore.  I think we must have been fastened to
those frames for over an hour.  And those ice cubes made my fingers go numb
after just a few minutes.  I don't know how you managed it, but we're both
lucky that you didn't let go of that last ice cube.  I'd hate to think what
would have happened if those clamps were yanked from our tits."

     "I can tell you, Pamela.  Mistress Kay pulled them off of me once, and
I vowed I would do anything to make sure it never happened again.  I must
admit I almost lost it though, when that ice water filled up my insides.  I
felt my gut gurgling and cramping at the same time, but there was nothing I
could do about it.  And when I looked down once and saw the catheter dangling
there---I was humiliated!  I don't remember Mistress ever making me feel so
utterly exposed and helpless."

     I stood there rubbing my own tender nipples as they poked out from the
red latex bra, while Susie released me from my waist cincher.  I took a long
overdue breath of air when I was finally freed from its compression.
"Ooohhh, I didn't think it would ever come off-----although I must admit, I
really love the womanly curves it gives me."  I gazed at my image in the
mirror.  "And I rather like the bra too.  I didn't realize how much tissue
I actually had up there."

     "I like it too, Pamela.  You should tell Mistress Sabina...maybe she'll
let you wear it again."  Susie unsnapped the bra and breast harness that had
gathered my breast tissue into such a delightfully feminine appearance.

     "There, I think you can take off your own stockings and shoes, Pamela.
I'm going to the shower.  Why don't you join me when your finished."  Susie
had a twinkle in her eye as she spoke, and I was pretty sure what was on her
mind.  In spite of the abuse my body had suffered, my cock sprang to life at
the very thought of soaping up her beautiful body.  She smiled knowingly at
my erection and hurried off to the bathroom.

     I wasted no time in unbuckling my heels and stripping off my stockings
and wig in anticipation of taking a shower with Susie.  When I got in to the
stall, the hot water felt wonderfully soothing on my aching muscles.  We
stood facing each other as I gently soaped up her beautiful body.  Susie paid
particular attention to my lower abdomen and crotch, licking her lips at the
sight of my raging hard on.  After several minutes of sensuous bathing, we
used the hand held shower spray to rinse each other.  After we got out of the
shower, Susie knelt down, took me into her mouth and started sucking until
I almost collapsed, so overwhelming was the orgasm that enveloped me.  Susie
continued sucking and swallowing, until she was sure I was totally spent.
After a few moments, I held her and guided her to the floor where we assumed
the "69" position.  I lovingly tongued her clit and could feel her body tense
as the pleasure consumed her.  It didn't take very long before she climaxed
in ecstacy, while I continued to caress her and lap up the remnants of her
love juices.

     We lied there for a few moments enjoying the release of our passion,
until I remembered that our Mistresses were expecting us downstairs.  I sure
didn't want them to come upstairs and find us like this.  Once I convinced
Susie that we had to stop, we got up and put on the bathrobes that had been
laid out for us.  Susie put her arms around my neck and gave me a long french
kiss.  I was pleased, but also somewhat surprised at her reaction.  I had no
idea she would like my male persona as much as she seemed to like Pamela.
I thought her loving attention was merely the result of her Mistress's
orders.

     "Ooohhh Susie, I didn't think you'd find me attractive as a...a...a
man."  I stuttered in disbelief.

     "Ooohhh Pamela, it was wonderful.  You should know I like you as a
person, and I don't really care if you're dressed as a girl or not.  It's
really too bad we can't continue though.  But you're right.  Our Mistresses
would punish us again if we got caught.  Besides, I'm famished.  Let's go
eat dinner."

     We both checked in the mirror to make sure all the makeup had been
removed as we had been instructed, and proceeded downstairs to join them.
Fortunately for me, Susie noticed that I was still wearing the artificial
finger nails, so we went back and removed them with the solvent from the
bathroom vanity.  It took about fifteen minutes for her to pry them loose
and wipe away all the remnants of polish and glue.  I remember commenting
how lucky we were to have such patient Mistresses, as we finally were able
to make our grand entrance in the dining room.

     Sabina had replaced the mini-dress with a knee length, royal blue, silk
robe which matched the shoes she wore.  Kay also looked stunning in her shiny
black satin, kimono style robe with a lotus flower design on its back.  The
black patent pumps still graced her feet.  I was very surprised that they had
us sit at the table while they served us.  After all, we were their slaves.
I wondered about this apparent change of attitude toward us, but thought
better than to ask about it.

     The dinner was great....a crisp caesar salad and roast duck with wild
rice and brown gravy, a bottle of 1979 Jordan Cabernet Sauvignon, followed
with a rich dessert of black forest torte and a wonderful bottle of 1975
Chateau Yquem Sauternes.  The conversation was basically small talk, with no
mention made of our recent ordeal or their acceptance of us as slaves.  When
dinner was finished, Susie and I helped them clear the table.  We all loaded
the china and crystal in the dishwasher with me being especially careful, not
wanting to have a repeat of my miscue earlier in the day.  After the kitchen
was cleaned up, Sabina directed all of us to the living room to talk about
our future together.

     "I trust you enjoyed the meal?"  Susie and I nodded enthusiastically.
"Kay and I thought you deserved a treat after completing your initiation so
admirably.  I know you're both curious about our plans.  While you were
upstairs, an old friend of mine called.  Her name is Mistress Monique, and
she wondered if I had added any slaves to my collection recently.  When I
told her about you Pamela, she just bubbled with excitement and said she
couldn't wait to meet you.  She has a well equipped home on her large estate
in the country, and has invited all of us to visit.  I've taken a few select
slaves there in the past, and we always had a good time sampling the toys she
has accumulated over the years.  We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning,
so I want you to get a good night's rest.  You will both need it, I assure
you.

     "Kay, let's take them back to the toy room and get them fixed up, so
there won't be any 'fooling around' during the night.  You know how horny
Susie always is, and I wouldn't want her bothering my new slave all night."

     "Susie can definitely be a problem, I know.  It's something I learned
to accept over the years because I don't think it's possible for her to
change.  It's really too bad though, that I can't trust her in situations
like this."

     "Please Mistress, I'm still extremely sore from my initiation.  You
don't have to tie me up again.  I'll be good, I promise."  Susie knew her
Mistress well and pleaded with Kay to intercede, but Kay wouldn't hear of
it.  She knew that when it came to sex, Susie had an insatiable appetite.

     "Come along, you two.  I don't want to hear any more arguments."  Sabina
grabbed my arm and led us all down the stairs.

     They had us both remove our robes and, after Sabina chained me to the
wall with a two inch wide slave collar, they both set to work on Susie.  Her
forearms were folded behind her back and tied together from elbow to elbow
with a length of nylon rope. Kay then stuffed her mouth with a three inch
foam rubber ball and sealed it in place with several strips of sticky duct
tape.  To make certain that Susie wouldn't be able to expel the gag, she
applied several wraps of the dermicel tape over the duct tape and around in
back of her neck.  She tested the effectiveness of the gag by giving a hard
pinch to each of Susie's very tender nipples.  The resulting scream emerged
as a soft sounding hum.  Susie wouldn't be making any comments for a while.


     The center of another length of rope was then positioned behind her neck
and brought down across the front of her shoulders, under her arm pits and
knotted at the center of her back.  The ends were passed under the portion
behind her neck and pulled down, forming a sort of figure eight harness.  The
short remaining length of line was then tightly secured to her already
immobilized forearms.  A rather long rope was then doubled over and looped
around her waist at the front.  Kay pulled hard on the line and centered the
loop at her navel before passing it down between the lips of Susie's bald
pussy and back up under the back of the waist rope, where it was left to
dangle for the time being.

     After being forced to sit on the floor, her legs were folded so that
the ankles and calves were parallel to one another.  Starting with a double
loop around one ankle, Kay wrapped the line again and again around Susie's
lower legs so that she was forced to sit in a modified, yoga type lotus
position.  This was starting to look very uncomfortable for her, but Kay was
by no means finished.  Using the figure eight harness for leverage, she
lifted Susie enough so that she could be brought forward and lowered to lie
face down on the floor.  The remaining portion of the doubled over crotch
rope was then passed through one of the wraps on her welded calves, and back
up under the vertical line descending from the figure eight harness, where
it was pulled hard and securely knotted.  This last move produced an muffled
groan from behind Susie's gag as the full impact of her bondage became clear
to her.  The way her legs were tied prevented her from bringing her knees
together, so any attempt at crawling along the floor would be greeted with
frustration.  In fact, movement of any kind only caused the crotch rope to
dig deeper into her bisected pussy.

     "There Susie, I think that will keep you out of trouble for a while."
Kay stroked her slave's hair as she spoke.  Susie had a pained look in her
eyes due to the stringent hog tie that had been applied to her.  Tears began
to form as she tried to plead with her Mistress to release her.  All that
could be heard was a distant sounding hum from her fully packed mouth.
"You'll be fine, Susie.  Your muscles will adjust to the position in a few
minutes and then you'll be able to get some sleep."  Kay was reassuring in
her tone, but I don't think that Susie believed she would ever get used to
the constant strain that the muscles in her legs and the joints in her hips
were experiencing.

     While Kay continued to comfort to her slave, Sabina unlocked my collar.
"It's your turn piglet," she said as she grabbed my cock and led me to sit
a few feet from the helplessly bound, and still groaning Susie.
I dared not say a word, but I was filled with trepidation in anticipation of
the position Sabina had planned for me.

     She bound my wrists in front of me with the palms facing, leaving two
unusually long trailing ends.  She then commanded that I form both my hands
into fists with the thumbs inside and, using a roll of one inch wide
electrical tape, she started at my wrists and wrapped the tape around and
around, until my fists were covered up to the first knuckles.  She then
applied several short pieces of the tape to cover over the bare portion of
my fingers, after which another few wraps were placed over the exposed ends
to make sure they would not come loose.  My hands were now cocooned in black
plastic.

     "Most people think that a person cannot be made helpless with the wrists
bound together in front.  I'm going to try and prove them wrong."  Sabina's
comment was an ominous portend of what was to come.

     She stood up for a moment, turned her back to me and removed the blue
silk panties she had been wearing for most of the day.  After retying her
robe, she knelt back down and stuffed the soiled underwear into my mouth.
Their musky scent filled my nostrils.  She then forced my arms over my head
and positioned my wrists behind my neck.  The remaining lengths of rope were
then passed several times over the wadding in my mouth, and tightly knotted
between my lips.  Sabina then tied a slip knot loop at the end of a three
foot length of sash cord and placed it around my balls, leaving the end free
for the moment.  She went over to the wall to retrieve a two inch wide, long
leather belt which she passed under my thighs and around my back.  Using her
spike heeled foot against my back for leverage, she tugged on the end and
forced my knees up to meet my chest before fastening the buckle.  After tying
my ankles together, she brought the end of the sash cord around the cinch
between my ankles, gave it a tug and then tied it off.  Now any effort on my
part to inch my way around the floor would only produce additional tension
on the line stretched tightly between my ankles and balls.  What little
relief was possible could be accomplished only by leaning forward to make
sure that the soles of my feet remained on the floor.  I decided very quickly
that I would try to remain as still as possible.  I was helpless to do
anything anyway, and if I accidentally fell over, the natural tendency for
my lower legs to move outward would only stretch my balls even further.


     "That ought to just about do it, but there's one more thing we need to
do Kay.  Let's blindfold them to be certain there won't be any distractions
to keep them from sleeping."  Each of our Mistresses then buckled a thickly
padded, black leather blindfold over our eyes, plunging us into darkness.
Susie was still groaning into her gag, so in commiseration, I joined her in
a kind of funereal chorus.

     "Stop moaning, you two!"  Sabina snapped her command like a drill
sergeant.  "You sound like a couple of cry babies."  Our whimpering stopped
at once, and Sabina continued.  "Now pay attention.  I think you'll find it
beneficial to remain as still as possible.  The consequences of excessive
movement should be clear to you both by now.  Struggling will only make you
more uncomfortable.  I want you both to go to sleep, and we'll wake you in
the morning so we can get ready for the trip to Monique's."

     Her last statement was followed by silence.  I assumed Kay and Sabina
went upstairs to bed, although I could not hear them walk across the thickly
carpeted floor.  After several minutes had passed, I was pretty sure they had
left, so I foolishly tried to figure out if there was any way I could relieve
the strain on my balled-up body.  I first tested the effectiveness of the
tape on my fists.  My hands were helplessly bundled, making movement of the
fingers impossible.  I then tried to get free from the rope/gag, but only
succeeded in waving my elbows within a very limited range and forcing
Sabina's wadded up panties deeper into my mouth.  These struggles also caused
the muscles in my legs to contract, placing additional tension on my already
stretched ball sac.  My next attempt proved to be a serious mistake.  I tried
to break the leather belt pressing my knees to my chest and, in the process,
my feet lost contact with the floor while, at the same time, the shifting of
my elbows altered my center of gravity.  I felt myself falling and tried to
stop, but it was too late.  I fell over toward the right, and my right elbow
hit Susie in what seemed to be the center of her back.  This caused my body
to pitch once again, so that my head and bound up hands ended up on her soft
tush.  I was now lying on my back with my feet in the air like a helpless
turtle, and the strain on my balls increased to the point that I thought they
would be ripped from my body.  Susie made a soft humming sound and wheezed
through her nose at the contact, and I let out with a muffled scream in
reaction to the pain caused by the natural tendency of my lower legs to try
and stretch away from my body.  I continued to moan and groan through
Sabina's panties while I tried to relax my legs.  After what seemed like
several minutes, the pain subsided enough that I could attempt to roll off
of Susie, but my splayed out elbows prevented it.  Eventually, I gave up in
the realization that I was hopelessly stuck in this position until the
morning.

     I recall being able to finally relax after accepting my fate, and I
remember Susie breathing deeply underneath my head.  Her body must have been
limber enough to allow her to sleep peacefully for almost the entire night.
The rhythm of her breathing must have helped me to fall asleep as well, since
the next thing I remember was Sabina removing my blindfold.

     "Isn't that sweet Kay.  Look how they managed to cuddle together.  Seems
we can't keep them apart no matter what we do."  She snickered as she lifted
me by the shoulders to a most welcome sitting position.  "Ooohhh, look at
Pamela's balls though.  They've turned blue from the rope around them."
Acting as if she were surprised, she got on her knees and cupped my ball sac
in her hand for as close an inspection as my position would allow.
Mercifully, she untied the sash cord first, allowing the flow of blood to
return to my strangling organ.  Next the leather belt came off, allowing me
to extend my legs and get some circulation into them as well.  My Mistress
then unwrapped the rope/gag and pulled out the now very soggy panties.  "I
trust you had a good night's rest slave.  Looks like these will have to go
to the laundry, though."  She held the panties between her thumb and
forefinger and dangled them in front of my nose.  "You slob, you've gotten
them all wet with your saliva."  I was exercising my jaw trying to regain
the power of speech, but was still incapable of responding.  Noticing the
difficulty I was having, Sabina decided not to pursue the matter.

     It took her a while to find the nearly invisible end of the plastic
tape.  Once located, she unwound it creating a tangled mound of the stuff on
the floor beside me.  There must have been at least ten yards of it piled
there.  I flexed my fingers while she untied my wrists and revealed the
indentations in my skin that the tightness had created.

     "You can remove the rest of your bondage by yourself.  I'm going to see
if Kay needs any help with Susie."

     I decided to wait until my circulation returned before trying to untie
my ankles.  Susie was standing now, still a little wobbly from the stiffness
in her legs.  The mark of the ropes was clearly visible on her lower legs.
There was a red indentation around her waist and down her belly to the point
where it disappeared between the lips of her sex.  Once her arms were
released, she started to rub the feeling back in to them while Kay removed
the tape from her gag, being careful not to pull too much hair out along with
it.  When the Nerf ball was removed, it was dripping wet and placed on a
shelf to dry.

     "Oh, Mithtreth," Susie tried to speak but her mouth was too dry.
"Pleathe don't tie me like that again, my puthy ith going to be thore for
weekth!"  She babbled on anyway, sounding a lot like Tweety Bird talking to
Sylvester the Cat; all the while using both her hands to massage the affected
area, in what I thought was a very erotic display.

     "Stop complaining angel.  You'd be amazed how much abuse the female body
can withstand.  Your pussy will be back to normal in no time."  Kay was
standing behind her favorite slave, rubbing the marks on her shoulders and
back.

     "Come on you dope, you're wasting time."  Sabina returned her attention
to me.  "Can't you get that silly rope untied?"  She knew that the sight of
Susie had me mesmerized, so I quickly set to undoing the knot at my ankles
as she approached.  "Good, I see you finally figured it out.  Now let's get
upstairs and get you dressed for your trip to the country."

     Susie and I were still cramped from the bondage, as we slowly hobbled
after our Mistresses, following them up the stairs to get ready.  They were
both dressed in identical black leather mini-dresses with a deeply scooped
neckline.  Black hose and black patent five inch heels completed the
ensemble.  As usual, their skills with cosmetics enhanced their natural
beauty.

     After first letting us take a hot shower---separately, of course---they
tended to our makeup.  Susie's natural beauty didn't require much
enhancement.  A light foundation, a touch of eye shadow, some rouge, a light
dusting of powder, some rose colored lip gloss and a styling of the hair and
she was gorgeous.  My features presented a more difficult challenge, but
Sabina was able to work her makeover magic once more.  The process took her
over an hour, but when she finally allowed me to look in the mirror, I was
stunned.  Staring back at me was a delightfully feminine creature with
shoulder length ash blond hair, dramatically wide set eyes, and full
persimmon colored lips with matching long artificial fingernails.  I was so
happy I didn't know what to say, so I just turned on my stool and hugged my
Mistress around her waist and rested my head between her well proportioned
breasts.

     She was obviously pleased with this sign of affection, and stroked my
hair in return.  "Welcome back, Pamela."  She pressed my head to her breast.
"You've been away too long."  I suddenly realized that she hadn't called me
by that name since I showered off the makeup the day before.  My Mistress was
truly the woman of my dreams, accepting me for what I always wanted to be.
Next to the time that she declared me to be her new slave, this was the
happiest moment of my life.

     While Sabina had been making me up, Kay helped Susie with her traveling
outfit.  Her matching bra, panties and garter belt were a light shade of teal
blue.  The bra was the demi-cup variety which displayed her perky nipples to
full advantage.  Even though her breasts were not large in proportion to her
frame, the bra pushed them up and together creating a lovely cleavage.  Silky
beige stockings and a pair of medium brown, lizard pumps with four inch heels
completed her outfit.  The lingerie was a perfect complement to her fresh and
sweet personality.

     Kay tied her wrists together with the palms facing and forced her elbows
together with a one inch wide, tan leather strap.  Susie expressed concern
at how little she was given to wear considering the cold Wisconsin winter,
but her Mistress simply smiled as she secured her slave's arms behind her
back, and admonished her that she should be thankful that she wasn't forced
to wear a crotch rope as well, considering the tenderness in her pussy.

     After Susie was bound, Kay lovingly adjusted her boobs in the cups, and
inserted the pair of gold nipple rings into the hole at the base of each
nipple.  She then took great delight in lightly tracing her long fingernail
above the top line of her bra.

          "Oh Mistress, please don't do that.  You'll only get me all hot again."
Susie squirmed in reaction to this sensuous attention.

     "You be quiet slave, or I'll strap as big a ball gag as I can find in
that lovely mouth of yours, and you'll wear it all the way to Monique's."
Susie understood that her Mistress was serious and remained silent from that
point on.  Kay continued to explore the more interesting parts of Susie's
body until Sabina asked her to help get me prepared for our journey.  Susie
just stood there with a far away look in her eyes, the dampness from her
crotch clearly visible through the light colored material of her panties.

     "Pamela, is there something special you would like to wear today?"
Sabina inquired with a sparkling look in her eyes.

     I was somewhat dumbfounded at the question, but paused for a moment to
consider.  "Yes Mistress, I'd love to wear that red latex bra again.  I just
love the way it feels on my skin---and I'd like to wear the red waspy corset
with it 'cause it matches so well."

     "Anything else?" my mistress inquired.

     "Ummm, yes ma'am.  Could I try a pair of garter stockings like Susie's?
I really love the way they look on her.  And maybe you have a pair of high
heeled red pumps that I could borrow...."

     "Well, you sure have an interesting taste in lingerie Pamela.  But I
think we can accommodate you since you've been good so far today.  We can
attach the garters that came with the corset and fix you up just as you
asked.  But I think you forgot something.  What would you have us do to hide
that thing between you legs?"  She asked rhetorically.  "I know just the
thing.  Kay?  Don't you have a pair of red latex panties in the top drawer
of your dresser?  They'll be the perfect complement to Pamela's ensemble.
While you're getting them, I'll gather up the rest of her things."

     After Sabina assembled the requested articles, she had me slip my arms
into the male breast harness.  This time though, she fastened it much more
tightly than before, and then took great care in manipulating my meager
breast tissue until she was satisfied that the optimum effect had been
achieved.

     The latex bra felt even more fantastic than before.  I looked in the
mirror and marveled at the full B-cup sized boobs I had.  I adjusted the fit
so that my nipples were centered in the two inch holes and then turned back
to Sabina.

     "Oh Mistress!  Thank you.  It feels fabulous.  I can't wait to put on
the rest of my lingerie."  My excitement was obvious, as Sabina handed me
the corset.

     I stepped into it and adjusted it to the correct position around my
midriff so that the laces could be drawn in at the back.  Sabina had me grab
hold of one of the bed posters, and she pulled with all her might.  She
wasn't quite satisfied with the closure so she had Kay pull with her, and
managed to reduce my waist another inch or so.

     Kay retrieved a cloth tape measure from her dresser and, after measuring
my waist, exclaimed, "Twenty-four inches!  That's wonderful Pamela.  The diet
you've been on these last few days has certainly helped your figure.  Here's
your stockings.  While you're putting them on, I'll get the garters."

     The corset didn't feel quite as tight as when I last wore it, perhaps
because they didn't put me under the lacing bar, but the compression still
made it difficult for me to bend over.  I finally managed to slip the
stockings up my hairless legs and attach them in place with the garters Kay
had handed to me.  As I expected, my cock began to rise as I fastened the
garters.  I always had a passion for the sensual feel of stockings on my
legs, and this time was no exception.  In addition, I had never worn garters
before and the new sensation only added to my arousal.  I reveled in the
feeling as I stood there rubbing my legs together to enjoy their silky
texture.

     "Pamela!  Can't you control yourself?  We'll never get your panties on
with that thing sticking out."  Sabina gave my engorged penis several playful
slaps, but it had no effect.  So she took a firm grip on my clean-shaven
balls and squeezed hard.  I let out with a yell in answer to the pain, but
her action had the desired effect.  She maintained her grip until she was
satisfied that it had shrunk back to manageable proportions.

     "Works every time, Kay."  Sabina was pleased with herself.  "A cock is
so predictable and easy to control if you know what your doing.

     "Step into these, Pamela.  I'll help you put them on."  She stretched
the latex panties in front of my feet.  When I looked down, I was dismayed
to see another dildo fastened to the inside of the crotch.

     "Oh Mistress, not another dildo!  I'm still stretched out from my
punishment session.  I don't need one any more."  I tried to reason with her.


     "SILENCE!  You'll do as you're told.  Besides, if we let you go too long
without wearing it, all of our efforts will have been wasted."

     At least she tried to explain her reasons, but I wondered nevertheless
why it was necessary to keep my rosebud stretched.  I didn't like the
possible reasons that came to mind, but knew it was useless to argue, so I
said nothing.  I stepped into the panties and Sabina tugged them up my legs.
Even with the silkiness of the stockings, it took a lot of effort to get them
up to my hips.  At that point, Sabina went around behind me and targeted the
head of the invader at my puckered hole.  She didn't use any lubrication this
time, but it was soon apparent that none was required.  She had me bend over
as far as the corset would let me, and applied gentle but steady pressure
against the device.  Somewhat to my surprise, the hard rubber rod slid in
quite easily in testimony to the effectiveness of Sabina's training methods.
She then reached down inside the pants and under my crotch, pulling the head
of my still flaccid cock back to the start of my ass crack.

     The panties were already stretched so tight that Kay had to help her
pull them up the rest of the way.  They pulled so hard that I was nearly
lifted off the floor, until they were satisfied the latex was positioned
properly around my loins. The compression was so great that my balls were
forced up into my body and, when I looked between my slightly spread legs,
I could see no evidence of my manhood.  My crotch was smooth and flat under
the latex, and its rubbery texture insured that the material would not be
shifting around as I moved.  While the panties were tighter than anything I
had ever worn before, the feeling was not uncomfortable.  Even the dildo was
not too bothersome, as the events of the last few days had made me accustomed
to having something plugging up my ass hole.  I didn't want too admit it
openly, but overall I really liked how they looked and felt.

     "There, that looks great.  Oh, I almost forgot the shoes.  It was red
that you wanted, wasn't it?"  I nodded in response.  "Let me go dig in my
closet.  We're lucky we both wear the same size."

     After rummaging for a bit, she returned with a pair of red kid pumps
with spike heels about five inches high.  As she slipped them on my feet,
she commented, "I know these are higher than you're accustomed to for
walking, but it's the best I can do.  Besides, you need the practice."

     "Don't worry Mistress.  I think they're really sexy looking----and I
know I'll be able to get around just fine in them."  I was pleased with her
choice of these "fuck me" spikes and I took the opportunity to mince around
the room in order to get the feel of them.  "Ooohhh, don't you just love the
way they make my hips sway?" I said to no one in particular.

     "Stop prancing around Pamela, and get back over here.  We have to get
you secured for our trip."  The time for the inevitable had arrived.  After
seeing what they had done to Susie, I knew that I would be bound in some way
as well.  But I almost didn't mind any more.  I loved the attention Sabina
was paying to me and it made the whole experience worthwhile.  Besides, I
always loved the helpless feeling that came over me when someone tied me up
properly, although I had never been bound in one position for more than an
hour until I met these women.  Their techniques were perfect--no possibility
of escape without help combined with the suspense of not knowing when they
would release you.  I was definitely hooked.

     I emphasized the sway of my hips as I walked back to my Mistress, in
what I thought was as feminine a way as I could muster.  She seemed amused
at my antics and said, "I see you like the heels I gave you.  I'm surprised
at how quickly you adapted to them, but you don't have to try and sway your
hips, Pamela.  That happens naturally from the posture caused by the heels.
Besides, no real woman ever walks like that and you'll only give yourself
away if anyone looks at you.  Now, turn around."

     The bondage was simple but effective, like Susie's.  Common hand cuffs
at the wrists, thumb cuffs to keep me from twisting my arms, and a pair of
ankle shackles with about a six inch chain above my elbows.  Kay had gotten
the minks from the closet and placed them over our shoulders with the sleeves
tucked in the pockets, and tied the leather sash in the front.  After putting
on their own coats, our Mistresses led us out to Kay's Town Car and buckled
us safely in the back seat.  Then we were on our way to meet Mistress
Monique!

                                  
      

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