Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

All characters appearing in this story are purely fictional. Resemblance to any persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental.

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 8

A Memorable Weekend Away (continued)

In the hotel penthouse suite’s master bedroom, where Dave and his young blonde companion, Esther, are sleeping, Victoria and her lookalike, Valerie, have been secured in little metal boxes for the night by Nancy Wong. Victoria is desperate to pee.

The lights were dimmed. Eventually Dave and Esther fell asleep. Dave snored and Esther mumbled while she slept. I daren’t try speaking to Valerie, lest I woke them. Esther got up once in the night and tiptoed past my box to the bathroom and peed. Hearing her, free to empty her bladder at will, greatly increased my desire to piss. It was a real effort to not do it in the box, and I was afraid of the Chinese girl’s displeasure if I made a mess.

I tried to get Esther’s attention as she returned, by calling in a whisper through the holes, ‘Miss... Miss...’. She heard me, and bending down almost to the level of her knees, where my eyes were, she whispered impatiently,

‘What the hell do you want? You’ll wake him!’  Why weren’t you gagged?

I told her that I was desperate to pee.

‘I’m not letting you out just for that’, she said, ‘I don’t give a fuck whether you wanna piss or not, and I’m not about to look for that woman to put you back in’. She got into bed, and was soon mumbling again in her sleep, breathing heavily.

I was unable to manoeuvre my arms so that my fingers could press against my slit in order to alleviate my need. All I could think of was the pressure in my bladder and the girl’s casual dismissal of my plea. Her ‘Why weren’t you gagged?’ suggested that this was not the first time she had enjoyed such entertainment with Dave. Every minute was an hour in that tiny hell. Thankfully, as the hours passed the itch in my cunt gradually dissipated.

After what seemed an eternity the light of dawn seeped through the drapes. The phone by the bed rang. Dave answered it, and said, ‘Thank you’.

He woke Esther and they disappeared to their respective bathrooms. She walked straight past us. Before long, Dave came out dressed in casual clothes, and left. I could hear Esther on the toilet and having a shower. She took an age to emerge fully dressed, and no doubt immaculately made up, striding purposefully out of the room in her peach high heels, her bag over her shoulder. She didn’t even glance in our direction. I feared that we’d be there all day, perhaps waiting for a maid to release us.

I needn’t have feared, or so I thought. Within minutes of Esther’s departure Nancy came, dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, holding her cell phone and looking more relaxed. She casually checked the bedroom and the bathrooms. Having done so, her phone rang, she sat on the bed crossed her legs and answered the call.

‘Thanks for calling, I was about to call you. Dave left about an hour ago, and his companion has just gone too. Things went well, but they were both tired and didn’t want much entertainment. The twin sluts are still boxed. One of them disobeyed me. After I had told them directly that they were not to speak without permission, she had the audacity to ask the blonde bimbo to let her out to pee during the night. She came over to me at breakfast just now and wanted to know why I hadn’t gagged them. I’m about to check if the stupid bitch messed the box. Thankfully she didn’t wake him. I’ll make her lick it clean if she has. Apart from that minor hitch, everything is OK. The Japanese twins are due here early this afternoon. Laura, my new trainee, and I, will get them prepped later after I’ve dealt with these two’.

‘As arranged she and I will be on the flight to LAX tomorrow lunchtime, and will come straight to join you to finalise arrangements for next week. Dave’s got a smart new mature friend and wants to impress her. I’m off to San Jose for Wednesday afternoon, as I’ve a preliminary meeting with my supervisor at Stanford, but will be back with you on Thursday. Laura will remain with you to assist’.

‘The first of the three should have been delivered overnight – the big blonde – has she arrived?’ she asked. ‘That’s good.... eh? I definitely told them to catheterise her.

She got up and walked in my direction, whilst continuing to talk. She sat on my box and crossed her legs.

‘Listen, I’ve some last minute changes. He asked my opinion, so we discussed it briefly yesterday. We’ve decided to go for horizontal rather than vertical clitoris piercings for the three. He left the details for me to sort out. I’ve double checked the clit dimensions in their files, and there’s no problem, they’re wide enough. Steve will do it, with or without a local, leave it to him to decide after he’s examined them. I want a bar through the piercing, with a pivoting semi-circular hoop and an attachment point for the chain and bell on the hoop. I think it’s more aesthetically pleasing than a vertical ring, and puts less stress on the clitoral tissue. Have the hoops sent to the jewellers to set stones either side of the attachment point, white diamonds for the blonde, emeralds for the big black, and rubies for the auburn girl. The hoops can be attached later, when the piercings heal’.

‘See if we’ve got the appropriate gauge and length surgical steel bars and matching hoops in stock, I’m almost certain we do, if not, have them sent over from the supplier – 14 gauge for the blonde and the redhead, 16 for the black’.

‘As soon as the blonde is done, get her prepped. Do the same with the other two when they arrive. Catheterise them first, make sure they’re cuffed behind afterwards so that they can’t interfere with the piercing, and they’re kept sterile and clean. I don’t want them to see or meet before we begin training so put their cages in separate stalls in the stable wing, well away from each other, and keep them gagged so they can’t communicate. Arrange a seven-day course of antibiotics to ensure there’s no infection, again we’ve got plenty in stock, but check the dates. Have the nurse examine them every day. Much of the swelling should have subsided by the end of the week, and they’ll be able to take the weight of the bell and chain. The bells are being made in the right colours, and appropriate pitch, F, A, and C, so that they harmonise. The manufacturer has personally guaranteed delivery by Thursday. Dave’s friend is musical and she’ll appreciate that touch. Once they can wear the clitoral jewellery we can start training them for the performance, probably from Friday on. Oh, and before I forget, pick up matching butt plugs for the blonde and the black. I’ve got one here for the redhead; I’ll bring it with me.

‘I’ve despatched the Hi-glas boxes, a size three for the shortest, the redhead, and two sixes for the others. They’re on an overnight flight arriving in the morning. Arrange for a van to pick them up from the freight terminal at eight, they should be at the villa before midday. I’ll try and e-mail the details as soon as I’m done here, so don’t worry if you can’t remember it all. Any problems get back to me’. The conversation continued for some minutes until the call ended. Nancy stood, placed her phone on my box, and walked to the bathroom where I heard her pee.

She soon emerged and released me. I couldn’t move as I was wedged in tightly. She dragged me out unceremoniously, and had me kneel. I was stiff and could barely move. She checked the box to see if I’d messed. Out of desperation I broke my position and held up my hand to gain her attention. ‘Yes?’ she queried, raising an eyebrow. ‘Please Miss Nancy may I piss?’  She replied tersely, ‘Not now!’ I found it humiliating and deeply frustrating to have this young woman decide so dismissively when I could perform such a personal function when I was nearly bursting. She noticed the frown and expression of annoyance on my face.

My leash was attached, and I was led by the nose, crawling stiffly and awkwardly out of the room to where I and Valerie had been fastened in the pillories the previous evening. She secured me in one of them, left briefly, and returned, squatting before me with a cane in her hand. ‘I told you last night not to speak without permission’. She rose, and slashed my ass viciously with the cane half a dozen times.

‘Those were for disobedience, these are for attitude’, she said firmly, slashing me again another half a dozen times, before releasing me and returning to the bedroom where she removed my leash, and had me kneel beside Valerie’s box. I nearly pissed myself during the caning.

Once Valerie was pulled out of the box, I noticed that she had been inserted face turned away from the door, so that she had been unable to see out of the ventilation holes during her confinement. Nancy had us exercise to regain our flexibility while she took a call, conversing flirtingly in Cantonese, as if we weren’t there. By now I was desperately afraid that I’d pee all over the carpet any second. Still holding the phone to her ear, she glanced down, noticed the agonised expression on my face and the involuntary movements I was making, and signalled dismissively towards the bathroom with her other hand, ‘Stay down, squat in the shower tray’, she hissed, before resuming her chat.

I gasped with relief as I scurried on all fours to the shower as fast as I could. As I squatted, I thought how wonderful it was to be pissing through my pee-hole, as at last the water gushed out over the shower floor, splashing over my legs and feet and running down my inner thighs.  I can’t begin to describe the feeling of relief. As I peed, a smiling Nancy, still chatting on her phone, my leash in the other hand, led in a nose-leashed Valerie, indicating that she squat beside me, knees spread, to relieve herself. She peed a lot. Nancy watched while she continued to talk. We remained squatting until she had finished. Once her call had ended, we were told to flush away our pee and rinse our feet and legs. My ass stung from the cane strokes when I sprayed my lower body with hot water.

Nancy told me to get on all fours facing away from Valerie. ‘Remove it’, she told her, and I felt the intruder being pulled and my hole stretched, suddenly, and with a great sense of relief, it popped out. Valerie wiped my ass with paper tissue. Similarly I had to remove Valerie’s. The girl pushed to assist me and the stainless steel plug slid out of her asshole, and I felt her relax. I was amazed at the size and weight of it, and how our sphincters had accommodated such an object. We had to wash our own and place it in a sealed plastic container.  Mine had a blue faceted insert, otherwise they were identical.

I was leashed and we were led on hands and knees onto the tiled floor. ‘You stupid bitches still smell of piss, don’t you know how to rinse yourselves off?’ she said quietly but disdainfully. She brought Valerie by her hair behind me and pushed her head between my legs telling her to lick me clean. I spread my knees to allow her in. After a minute or so, she pulled Valerie out, and said to me, ‘Get your lazy tongue to work, it nearly landed me in the shit’. She bent and smacked my already burning ass hard, as I scampered past to where Valerie waited, knees spread in readiness.

We were made to shower squatting together, shampooing, soaping, and rinsing each other. Nancy’s phone trilled and she left us in the bathroom to take the call outside. As yet, Valerie and I hadn’t exchanged a word. When alone, we had time to chat in whispers. I was afraid Nancy would hear us talking without permission and I would be punished again. Valerie asked why my ass was striped. I told her that I’d just been caned for asking to pee in the night.

Glancing frequently towards the door, we told a little about ourselves. Her story was similar to mine, finding herself in the Program because of obesity and disfigurement. However, she was English and had been flown over the Atlantic first class but escorted to JFK. Her escort had returned on the next flight. She lived in a Company operated community like the House, only larger. She was a primary school teacher. We didn’t have long to chat, both of us being amazed at how similar we were. Height, body measurements, and weight nearly the same, even the shape of our breasts and size of nipples. She confirmed that she was fitted with a Guard and had a miniature penis like mine, but had been only two years in the Program. I was about three months older than her.

When we heard Nancy concluding her call and returning, we hugged each other and kissed briefly on the lips. ‘I hope we’ll meet up again one day’, she whispered. ‘But not in these circumstances’, I retorted, having spent, like her, an agonising eternity enclosed in a tiny metal box. Afterwards I wondered why we were so confined, and I imagined, since we had been left in an aroused state, that we were at Dave and Esther’s disposal during the night if they needed to use us, but they hadn’t.

Nancy took us out to the bedroom, and stuck a large adhesive red star on Valerie’s right breast, and a blue one on mine. She then had us kneel to attention by the bedroom door. I heard the outer door open, and she ordered, ‘Obeisance’. We quickly got into position as the door opened.  A foot touched my forehead and I lifted my head, and kissed the round-toed buckled red shoe presented to me, before placing my tongue back on the pile of the carpet.

‘Kneel, mouths open, tongues out, sluts’, said Nancy authoritatively, tugging our leashes and standing behind us.

Looking down at us was a young tall slim woman with long curly hair in highlights, wearing tight designer jeans with a wide red belt, a pink flowered top, and a white shoulder bag. She was pretty and could barely have been out of high school. She carried a thin crop in her hand.

‘This is my new trainee assistant Miss Laura’, announced Nancy. ‘Use your tongues to show how pleased you are to see her. Laura, you decide if the red or the blue slut is most pleasing’. The girl nodded.

I wiggled my tongue furiously as Laura looked at us both intently. I feared Nancy’s displeasure after the caning, and so I wanted to be more pleasing than Valerie.

‘Neither of them seems that eager to see me’, said Laura, in a girlish voice, feigning disappointment.

I redoubled my efforts, thrusting my face and tongue out further towards the girl, wagging it till it hurt. I didn’t want to be punished for bad attitude again.

‘I think the red one has the edge’, she said eventually, opening her bag, and placing a candy on Valerie’s tongue. ‘Good girl’, she praised. I felt deflated because I had tried as hard as I could.

Nancy touched the device on her wrist.

‘Keep your tongues out, on your backs. Display. Welcome Miss Laura with your pussies!’ commanded Nancy, holding our leashes from behind.

I lifted my knees, opened my legs, spreading my labia wide, thrusting my hips up and out towards the girl, in an effort to present it to her.

‘What do you think, Miss Laura?’ queried Nancy.

‘Hmmm...’, she paused, bending forward slightly peering at each of us in turn,  ‘the red one’s clit has come out to say hello, but I think the blue clit is a bit shy of me’, she answered, brushing my clit hood with the tip of her crop.

I quickly pulled my hood up with my thumbs to show it to her, thrusting my hips up and further forward as I did so. I was desperate to be the most pleasing this time and I was afraid of the implement in the girl’s hand, lest she brought it down on my clit, and my tongue was darting in and out to attract her attention.

Eventually Laura smiled, stepped forward and placed a candy on it. ‘Good little slut, you may chew and swallow’, she said sweetly, resting the point of the crop right on the tip of my clit, stroking it lightly.

I was pleased and felt I had won a little victory, taking a step back into Nancy’s good books, who was watching her trainee’s behaviour intently.

‘Right, you’ve each had a candy, play with those clits and cunts like the true sluts you are. Miss Laura will decide if either of you deserve to come’, intoned Nancy.

I fingered myself vigorously. Access to my clit was usually denied to me, and even in these circumstances it was exciting to play with it. I was soon very aroused, using both hands, strumming my clit, and slipping my fingers in and out of my vagina which was still moist because of the gel.  I soon wanted Laura to give me permission to come. Valerie seemed determined to outdo me, and was almost thrashing her hips while she moaned in a pleading fashion.

The girl, hands on hips, gazed at us behaving so wantonly. ‘They truly are sluts’, she said, ‘I think they both deserve to come, but only when I say’.

I gave a little sigh of relief as I would have exploded with frustration had I been denied the orgasm that was building to a crescendo.

She slowly counted down, ‘Three... Two... One... NOW!’ she said sharply, and I orgasmed first followed seconds later by Valerie.

‘Fingers out and off’, said Nancy, casually, then to Laura. ‘They’ve spent the night on heat in the boxes, and will be desperate to please. You could have kept them waiting a bit longer’.

Immediately, she drew on the leashes and brought us to Laura’s feet handing them to her.

‘Bring them over here’, said Nancy, pointing as she walked towards the bathroom on the far side. We followed, crawling either side of Laura’s heels, as she held the leashes taut, keeping our heads up quite painfully. Evidently, she wanted to be in command of us.

‘These are the boxes – the utility version’, Nancy explained. ‘They spent the night in them’.

Nancy opened one of the doors and continued, ‘It has sixteen ventilation holes and a slot in the door. There are hidden slots on the three sides at top and bottom for air circulation. They are made of a lightweight rigid alloy with high heat-conducting properties, allowing extended occupation of ten to twelve hours depending on the ambient temperature. The interior has a low-friction coating which makes insertion straightforward. They come in different sizes depending on the occupants’ heights, frame and suppleness. This is the second smallest. Our central server calculates the appropriate size containers for all the residents in the Program on a daily basis. They all have an exercise schedule which establishes the necessary parameters. Bigger women can be more difficult, and it helps to have two to insert, which is where you come in. We have some large ones lined up for the next big show at the villa in Malibu. Petite ones like these two are straightforward unless they struggle. The blue slut was a tight fit; she’s slightly taller than the red. We have another much more advanced version, but I decided to use these, as the little bitches were unlikely to be needed during the night. I’ll get the other type to show you as we’ll be using them later’.

Nancy left and soon returned carrying a box in each hand by handles in the top. Although the same size, they were totally different in appearance. They were completely transparent, unlike the others which were a dull metallic colour. She put them down in front of us and Laura. I saw a ring gag on the floor of each box.

‘These are the ‘Hi-glas’ type’, she said casually, ‘made from a high impact material with remarkable properties. They have several advantages, not the least of which is that the occupant can be viewed from all angles. They are used for display. We’ll use them tonight for the twins when Dave brings another friend of his here – they’re having dinner downstairs and will be here early – about eight o’clock. She slid the Hi-glas bolts and opened one of the doors. It has the same vents and heat dissipating properties as the other type. Some of the features can be operated remotely by a wrist controller. The internal opacity can be switched on and off, and the material can be made to glow in a huge range of colours and tones to suit the ambience of the room and the occasion. They can be unlocked and opened remotely too, which is handy. I’ll show you how to insert and then you can have a go’.

I panicked at the thought of being imprisoned again, and momentarily thought of getting up and running away. I quickly realised the futility of such an idea, naked and nose-ringed, and the wrath I would suffer if I did so, not only at Nancy’s hands, but also at Brooke’s.

Nancy took hold of Valerie, strapped on the ring gag, and expertly inserted her into the Hi-glas box in seconds, closing the door and sliding the bolts. The girl, head bent looked out at us.

Nancy opened the second box, had Laura fit me with the gag, before showing her how to put me in, by having me put my ass on its floor, bringing my knees up to my chest, pressing my head down and turning it sideways so that my ear rested on my knees. I was turned towards Valerie’s box, with my face pointing towards the door, and Laura slid me in, closed the door, squeezing me in even tighter, as she pushed the bolts into place, where they clicked firmly.

Awkwardly, open mouthed, I looked at my jailers through the brilliantly clear material. It was difficult to see up as far up at their faces because my head was tilted on its side and downwards a little. My eyes strained to look up. Although I was tightly and uncomfortably confined, it felt less claustrophobic.

They discussed us. Laura said, ‘It’s amazing, they’re like twin sisters, even their tits and pussies are the same. You’ve control them so easily, they’re very obedient. I can see the stripes on the blue one. Did you say you caned her for speaking without permission?’

‘She was desperate to pee, and instead of just doing it in the box, she asked Dave’s blonde bitch to let her out in the night – by speaking she could have woken him. I gave her an extra half dozen strokes in the pillory because I didn’t like the look she gave me when I refused to let her pee. Dave’s giving the blonde the brush-off so thankfully that was the last presentation I’ll be doing for her. He’s usually more attracted to intelligent women. She’s really stuck-up. I wish she was in the Program so I could teach her a few lessons in manners’.

‘Anyway, all the boxes have a false bottom which can be removed to reveal a drain hole for them to pee, below which is a litter tray. At worst, the slut would have made a mess in the box, and wet the carpet a little. They were ass plugged so there was no danger of them making a serious mess. I’ve taken out the floor panels from these boxes which avoids the problem. Let me show you another advantage if I remove the litter tray’.

Nancy slid out the transparent tray from under me, and tipped my box so that I was on my back. It made little difference as I couldn’t move very much at all.

‘Here’s the drain hole’, she continued, as they both squatted, ‘It’s large enough to allow access to the vagina without removing the girl, so if we need to insert or apply anything, it can be done very easily and quickly’.

‘Such as the gel to keep them on heat?’ asked Laura.

‘Yes, it’s here, I left it behind one of the utility boxes’, said Nancy, reaching over and holding up the little container. ‘Would you like to apply some to the sluts?’

‘Wow, I’d love to, if you tell me what to do. What does it do and how long does it last?’

Nancy answered, ‘I’ve tried a little on my clit and it does make you very horny. It takes five to ten minutes to take effect and can last for several hours, all night even, depending on how much is used and how it’s applied. I smear a little directly on the clit and under and over the hood. I put a coating on my finger and slide it right into the vagina a couple of times, and then smear it over the labia. The urethra is erogenous in some women too, so you can rub a little into it with the fingertip. The first thing they’ll notice is their cunts will feel warm, and then begin to tingle and itch. They’ll lubricate, sometimes quite copiously. It must be very frustrating as they can’t reach their slits with their fingers in this type of box. It’s advisable to wash your hands afterwards or to wear disposable gloves, but I usually don’t bother’.

She handed the container to Laura who carefully applied the substance all over my clit. I could feel my labia being parted, and hood lifted as she did it, before they slipped right into my cunt. The girl withdrew her hand, parted my lips and bent right down to look inside me, pushing her finger right into my pee-hole, causing me to start. Valerie’s box was similarly tipped and she received the same treatment, before the boxes were returned to the vertical position and the litter trays replaced.

‘That was fun. I’ve never done anything like that before. I managed to get some right into their pee-holes, even though it’s difficult to see with them squeezed in so tightly. I’m amazed at how small the boxes are, they can’t move at all in there. I wonder how they cope with it, especially when their cunts start itching’, said Laura.

‘You might apply a little smear of it to your clit to see what it feels like’, suggested Nancy.

‘Yeah, good idea, I will’, replied the girl, unbuckling her belt and unzipping her jeans, before dipping her index finger into the gel, pulling open her panties with the other hand thrusting her finger downwards. ‘Job done’, she said looking at Nancy, grinning as she re-fastened her zip and belt.

‘It’s very tight in them. I’ve been in one, but thankfully only for a few minutes’, said Nancy. ‘It was part of my training. I was put in an utility box, larger of course, to allow for my height. It’s very claustrophobic, and you’re right, I could barely move. I couldn’t bring my hands to my face or to my crotch. The trainees were paired according to height and we took turns putting each other in – we have to be able to do it quickly and efficiently, before the subject has time to think about it and tense or struggle instinctively. It can be more difficult putting one in a second time. It comes with practice. I’ve had a couple of refusals, which one has to learn to cope with. Usually the sight of a clit clamp is sufficient, but one can always resort to a prod. I always keep a couple of clamps in my pocket or my purse. I actually had to clit clamp one woman and prod her in, and even then she struggled. I reached in, took the clamp off the hysterical bitch a quarter of an hour later, and gave her a caning afterwards. She went in without complaint subsequently. I don’t have your size box at the hotel, otherwise you could try it now, but I’ll arrange a training course, or put you in one myself when we get to the villa, so that you know what it’s like. There are several different types of container, and you’ll have to get to know them all and how to insert’.

Nancy continued, ‘I know of one House in Texas, where the Mistress has one of these in her bedroom, occupied 24/7. It’s displayed on a hydraulic pedestal in front of her bed. The residents each have a box which they bring to her apartment. A Senior inserts, takes the box into the bedroom, lowers the pedestal, and swops the boxes. She has rotas each day, ten till eight in the morning, eight till six, and six till ten, one in, one out, so to speak. The rota specifies which type of gag, even the application of gel, or if its punishment, an irritant, like pepper. It’s amazing. The residents average one shift a week. She believes it maintains discipline and respect and is considering getting another pedestal and doubling up on weekends’.

I shuddered at the thought that Brooke would hear of such an idea.

‘Pick this one up and bring it to the table by the bed’, Nancy told Laura. The girl took hold of the handle above my head with both hands, visibly straining, but obviously strong enough to manage it, although I feared she would drop me. Nancy picked up Valerie’s box. Together they lifted and placed our boxes carefully into slots in the discs on the table, side by side facing the bed, but slightly angled towards each other.

Nancy walked over to the windows and drew the drapes lowering the ambient light in the room.

‘If Dave and his young blonde had been in the mood, I’d have displayed them like this. Hopefully we’ll get to do it with the girls from Osaka later’, Nancy said, guiding Laura onto the bed, where they lay propped up looking at us.

‘This is how it’s done’, Nancy tapped the device on her wrist. Suddenly we were illuminated as the material surrounding me and Valerie lit up brightly, displaying us in our little prisons – in a changing spectrum of colours, eventually settling on Valerie in a red and I in a blue glow. Nancy adjusted the device again, and I found myself turning slowly in an anticlockwise direction. Valerie was similarly spinning past but in the opposite direction, occasionally our eyes met, and with every revolution I could see the two girls watching us on the bed.

‘The speed and direction of rotation can be varied. They can see us and we can see them’, explained the Chinese girl, ‘but if we want privacy we can adjust the opacity of the material so that they can’t see out, but we can see them just as clearly. Like this’.

Suddenly the walls of the box became opaque, and I could only see through a few of the ventilation holes, while still bathed in the blue light. The feeling of claustrophobia intensified markedly. 

Nancy continued, ‘If we want complete privacy, they could be inserted facing inwards, or the boxes turned to face away. As they are, they can see and hear a little of what’s going on through the ventilation holes. They can be inserted facing each other or back to back, so that they look like bookends, as they are now. It’s more balanced like that. What do you think?’

‘That’s fantastic’, chirped Laura, ‘but how are they powered, I can’t see any cables?’

‘By induction, from under the table, so they can be rotated and lit for as long as required’, answered Nancy. ‘They can be set on auto, random, or to stop when my wrist controller senses I’ve fallen asleep, and start again if I wake. They have all kinds of features, including audible warnings if they start to pee, which triggers sensors in the litter tray. You can choose either a beep or an alarm, with a choice of voices and accents. I’ll set it to demo.

A chirpy very young girlie voice sounded out of my box, ‘I’m doing a wee-wee’, then a mature measured older woman, ‘I’m taking a piss, if you care to watch’, and a really desperate sounding young woman, ‘I’ve been dying to piss, now I can’t hold it any longer, so here goes’, followed by half a dozen other variants.

The young women creased themselves laughing as they heard each one.

‘The box can also be set to speak in the synthesised voice of its occupant. Listen to this’, added Nancy, pointing towards us and touching the device.

‘Hi, I’m Valerie. I’m twenty seven years of age and four feet eleven inches tall, that’s fifty-nine inches. I weigh ninety-eight pounds. I was born in Newcastle, England, but now live in Manchester, where I attended university, graduating in 2006 with an upper second class honours degree in Sociology. Subsequently, I trained as a teacher and now work full time teaching a class of ten year olds in one of the suburbs. My tits are rather on the small side and I wear a B cup bra. My vagina is small and very tight as I’ve been exercising it daily for over two years – it can grip and hold a thin glass rod. I’m definitely heterosexual, preferring sex with men, although I haven’t had a lot of experience. I love masturbating, which I’ve been doing since the age of thirteen, although I’m generally not allowed to play with my cunt without permission these days. I had my first serious sexual encounter when I was sixteen, losing my virginity to an older man, but thankfully I didn’t get pregnant. I had my first reluctant experience with a woman two years ago, but now find it very enjoyable. My tongue has had plenty of exercise and I like licking clits. I’m submissive, very obedient, and like to be told what to do. Right now I’m beginning to feel horny, my clit has started throbbing and my cunt is getting wet. I can’t wait to get out of this box to pleasure you. Victoria, the slut in the other box is feeling horny too, and we will do whatever you ask if you decide to release us. We will do our utmost to be pleasing. If not, feel free to punish us. I’ve been whipped and caned several times, and she was caned less than an hour ago. When you’re done please put us back in.’

‘The boxes communicate with each other, identify the occupants by their collars, and the data is sent in real time, synthesised perfectly in the correct intonation and accent of the girl. The collar detects her accent and speech pattern as she wears it and converses over time and the computer will mimic perfectly. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. This one has a slight Geordie accent typical of the north-east of England. The software in the boxes and collars is upgraded automatically’, explained Nancy.

‘That is brilliant technology. Wow, she’s a teacher. I like her foreign accent. She sounds pretty cultured to me. I graduated high school, but dropped out of college. It’s a pity you’re sending them back today, as I’d like to play with them later, and perhaps try my new crop out on the teacher. I really liked the peeing options, they’re hilarious. Can you set them on girlie for her, and desperation for the blue?’ asked Laura, giggling.

‘OK’, said Nancy, ‘If they do soil, a light will flash in the bottom corner to indicate the need to change the litter tray. I think they’re brilliant too, as do most of Dave’s friends. By the way, if you think this is amazing, you’ll find what’s in the pipeline mind-blowing. We’ll be attending a seminar in Tokyo next month, prior to the launch of the virtual collars and bands, with which all those enrolled in the Program, including you and me, will be fitted. I don’t know much about them now, except what Dave has told me. I doubt if you’ll have time to play with the Japanese twins. In any case we can’t mark them with a cane or crop until after the presentation this evening. I’m not sure who Dave is bringing with him, but they’ll want to see them both in pristine condition’.

I was glad I didn’t need to take a pee as it would have been even more embarrassing to have the box announce the fact to whoever was listening. However by this time I, like Valerie, was beginning to feel even hornier due to the effects of the new application of gel to my cunt, as it warmed and tingled. I hadn’t realised that my implants and collar passed on personal information, even what I said, and how I said it, directly to a distant computer. I wondered what Nancy meant by ‘virtual collars and bands’ but guessed that I’d find out in due course.

‘Your wrist controller has been despatched and you should have it this afternoon sometime’, added Nancy.

‘I can’t wait’, chirped the girl, ‘I wish I could shock their clits in those boxes right now, especially the teacher’s’.

‘My, you have a cruel streak, Laura. I’ll activate their gags and set them on random, so that they are kept occupied and we are entertained – they’ll get the occasional jolt if they don’t maintain the rhythm’.

Almost immediately my collar vibrated, and I got a shock in my clit stem, I thrust out my tongue fully and wiggled it vigorously, seeing Valerie doing likewise as she rotated past me.

Laura’s face lit up, and was looking at us wide-eyed. ‘Did you see the blue one’s eyes roll up just then, I’m sure her clit got buzzed, because her tongue started working in that instant. I don’t know if it’s the effect of the gel, or looking at them, but I’m really turned on to think that we can do that, and we decide when they are released. I like the thought that they can see and hear a little of what’s going on. I’m getting really horny, my clitty is beginning to tingle a bit too, piped Laura. ‘I’ve had a little discipline and handling training, and of course I’m familiar with the pee-hole implant, but I’ve got a lot to learn from you...  you have them eating out of your hand. I don’t know how you do it’.

‘It’s better to think of them as pets, once they’re trained. It helps with voice tone and commands. They instinctively know who the boss is, if the right attitude, intonation and eye contact are adopted. There’s no need to raise one’s voice at all. Dave appointed me after observing how I handled. He was impressed and said I was a natural. You’ll pick it up quickly enough, as you’ve got it too’, Nancy added.

‘We have an hour, and I’m as aroused as you are, and you’ve had the chance to catch up on some sleep’, she continued.

‘Would you prefer me to take them out, so they can pleasure us?’ Nancy asked the girl.

‘I think I’d prefer having them in there, it’s a real turn on, them being so tightly confined, while we can do as we like out here’, Laura replied.

‘That’s the girl!’ exclaimed Nancy, that attitude is one of the reasons I selected you at the interview.

They kissed each other on the lips, got undressed and made love in front of us, both climaxing several times, although I couldn’t see clearly what they were doing because my eye line was at right angles to the floor, the holes were small, and each rotation took about twenty seconds. They cuddled for a while afterwards. I was getting more uncomfortable and frustrated in the box as I watched, listened and tongued, but thankful that I didn’t need to pee this time, and desperately aware of the sensual itch emanating from my slit.

Nancy was right, her eyes and tone of voice intimidated me, and I found that I couldn’t be other than desperate not to displease her. It was awful to be completely at the mercy and disposal of such young women, who could do more or less what they liked with me. Worse still, it aroused them, and it was done in such a matter of fact way.

Eventually Nancy looked at her wrist, and said, ‘It’s time for lunch – the food is superb, and it’s all paid for – this hotel chain is a Company wholly-owned subsidiary. This suite can only be accessed by Program personnel. I’ll get a text just before the twins and their escort arrive, and I’ll bring them up for Tracy to check their hair and make-up, and come back down again if we haven’t finished. When we return, I’ll see to these two and send them on their way afterwards’. They dressed and walked out leaving us rotating slowly in our opaque Hi-glas prisons.

Valerie and I were unable to communicate with each other because of the gags, which put us through three sessions of tongue exercise, although I could see a little of her body in the box, still illuminated in red. I imagined she could see a little of me illuminated in blue, also.

Some three hours later, I guess, as Nancy returned, the opacity of the boxes cleared suddenly, the glow disappeared as the Chinese girl stopped the rotation and I could see. She was followed by Laura who had three naked petite nose-leashed women crawling at her heels. Two were blindfolded. When they reached the table Nancy spoke sharply to the women in Japanese, who immediately bowed their heads to the carpet.

Coincidentally, at that very moment Valerie’s box chirped, ‘I’m doing a wee-wee’, ‘I’m doing a wee-wee’, several times. Nancy stooped a little to watch Valerie peeing, nodding her satisfaction as the little girlie voice made the announcement, and Laura giggled. Valerie visibly blushed.

Leaving us, Nancy had Laura release us while she tidied the bed then took away the two metal boxes. I wasn’t as stiff after this confinement. Laura indicated with her crop that we put our heads down to the carpet facing the Japanese women.

When Nancy returned she picked up the Hi-glas boxes, and Valerie and I were led to the bathroom where she was made to clean out the tray and box. Mine was checked to see if it was soiled. We then followed behind her on hands and knees as she carried the boxes to the pillory room where the others were stored.

Once back in the main bedroom, we were made to kneel again facing the Japanese women, who had their faces still buried obediently in the carpet. Nancy ensured that we were kneeling properly, knees wide hands behind neck, elbows back. She issued a quiet command in Japanese, they immediately knelt to attention, and Laura removed the blindfolds.

As expected, two of them were identical twins, very pretty, and slim with small tits, impossible for me to distinguish between them. It was hard to guess their ages, but early twenties at most. Their steel collars were engraved - ‘MAMIKO’ and ‘MAKOTO’ - in western and Japanese script. The third was an older petite woman, in her forties, I guessed. She had fuller breasts, and her collar read ‘TAKAKO’.

Nancy spoke sharply, and the twins stuck their tongues right out, sporting shiny steel studs.

At another command from the Chinese woman, the three got on their backs, knees wide, holding themselves open. All were hairless. Between the labia majora of the twins there was only a flat area with a tiny peaked clitoral hood at the top and a thin darker vertical line depending from it, as I had seen on the women similarly sealed back at the House. Valerie didn’t show any sign of surprise at seeing them either, so I assumed she was familiar with that modification too. Takako was not sealed and had a prominent clit.

However, Laura noticeably drew in a deep breath.

Nancy turned to her, ‘Because they’re really small, with miniscule inner lips, the twins have the sealed modification’, she explained, ‘we’ll leave them closed until just before Dave and his guest arrive, then we’ll unzip them and take them to squat, and you can apply the gel to warm them up a bit, After they’ve performed, Dave intends to practice kinbaku or shibari – Japanese rope bondage – on them. He’s excellent at it. There are hooks and pulleys fixed to the ceiling above the table where he can suspend them in various ways. He’s taught me a little of it, and I’ll probably have to assist. Last month he suspended two women one above the other, inverted. Two little sticks were tied above and below their tongues holding them out.  The lower one had her legs tied open, and the upper one’s trapped tongue rested in her companion’s vagina. She used the tip of it to bring her to orgasm. It was fascinating to watch.  That reminds me, I’d better text him to see if he requires them to have full bladders as he may want them to piss on each other when suspended. I’ve seen him do that before. Afterwards, we’ll put the twins on display in the boxes for the night with their tongues tied the same way the sticks behind their piercings, and they’ll have nose hooks fitted. It’s a very effective gagging method. Thankfully I won’t have to stay with them if they are required in bed during the night, as Dave is fluent in Japanese’.

Nancy took her phone from her pocket and tapped out a message as she continued to talk.

‘The older one is their escort, she’s forty-five, and a Senior from their House in Osaka, who will be accompanying them back in the morning. She carried the three collars in her hand bag through security and on the flight in first class. They were refitted at JFK once they were through control. Like the sluts, they wore scarves to cover them. She speaks a little English, and we’ll have to accommodate her. I don’t distinguish between Juniors and Seniors, I treat them all the same’, added Nancy.

‘She’s quite attractive for her age, but her tits are beginning to sag. Her clit is amazing, I haven’t seen one as big as that’, remarked Laura.

Nancy squatted between Takako’s open legs, and bade Laura do the same. She pulled the woman’s hood right back to reveal the clit. ‘I’d say it was a little bigger than half an inch. I checked the twins’ files, and they’re quite big too, as you’ll see when we unzip them later, but I haven’t checked this one’s data. She’s got prominent nipples too’. Nancy held the clit between finger and thumb stretching it outwards. The woman turned her face to one side, as the girls took turns playing with her nipples and clitoris. I’m sure she felt humiliated having two very young women examining her most sensitive parts.

Nancy continued, ‘I’ve seen one or two larger ones. I treat them all the same regardless of age. They must know their place, be obedient, and give me proper respect. Because you look young, the occasional one may try it on with you, but don’t take any nonsense from the bitches’.

The woman was discussed and handled in a casual way by the two young women, even though she was old enough to be their mother.

‘By the way, I have three inflexible rules which apply to all the men, women and girls I use. First, their heads must never be higher than our waists. They must remain on all fours, kneeling, or squatting at all times. The second is they do not talk without permission, and never to each other or among themselves. I tend to keep them gagged whenever possible, and if not needed, confined strictly in one form or another. If you see one standing or talking, they must be punished, preferably as soon as possible after the offence. Thirdly, are not to use the WC; they must squat in the shower or use a container, which they will clean afterwards. If they soil a litter tray, they must clean it ready for the next occupant. They should also be told why they are being punished so that they will learn the lesson’.

I was glad that Nancy hadn’t heard Valerie and I whispering in the shower, earlier.

She was interrupted by a chime on her phone. ‘He doesn’t want them to squat beforehand. He wants me to check if either or both of them need to pee before the performance, and if they do he’ll include it in the show. If not, they can do it in the boxes during the night’.

She refitted our leashes and took us out of the bedroom, with Laura and her three charges following. We stopped at the pillory room where the twins were quickly secured in them facing into the room, as we had been the previous afternoon, with their little toes zip-tied together, their sealed cunts on display.

Takako, Valerie, and I waited patiently on all fours behind the twins.

‘As we have a little time before the sluts leave, would you like to try out your crop and the cane now, so I can give you some tips?’ Nancy asked Laura.

‘Yeah, bring it on, I can’t wait’, responded the girl.

The three of us were led by our noses out into the vestibule, where Nancy had us line up in a corner on all fours, knees widely spread, heads up, backs arched. She had Laura remove the leashes.

The two of them stood in the centre of the room, which had a small side table, on which was a large vase of flowers, with an upright chair with padded seat beside it. A full length framed mirror adorned the opposite wall.

Nancy, holding the cane in one hand, pointed at Valerie and said ‘Here, quickly’.

The girl scampered over to her feet.

To Laura, she said, ‘When I cane or whip, I always think of it as a performance, and imagine that I have an audience. It should be aesthetically pleasing, not only for me, but for anyone watching. The subject, in this case the red slut, should be positioned so as to be on display and clearly under my control throughout, like a pet dog. She should be concentrating on every word I say and every movement I make’.

‘Head up... elbows flat... fingers straight... back arched... ass up... knees wide... toes pointed’, she quietly instructed Valerie.

The girl complied. Using the tip of the cane, Nancy adjusted her position to her satisfaction as she spoke her instructions. She used it to lift Valerie’s chin to bring her head up a little further, and the inside of her thighs to spread her wider.

‘Whether kneeling or bending, I think the labia should always be parted’, she said as she tapped the thighs. I saw Valerie’s glistening slit open slightly. Nancy nodded, and inserted the tip of the cane an inch or so into the vagina. ‘Ah, just so. She’s still horny and wet because of the gel’. She held up the end of the cane for Laura to see just how wet Valerie was.

‘If she breaks position after a stroke make it clear to her that she is to get back into it quickly without being told, ready for the next one, else she’ll get an extra cut.

‘Understood?’ she asked Valerie.

‘Yes Miss’, came the response.

‘As for stance, you should be balanced, relaxed, and comfortable, one foot forward. I’m right handed, and I put my left forward. I touch the spot I’m aiming for, and then I bring my arm up to shoulder height to administer the stroke. It’s an art as much as a science. If you’re tall, a subject on hands and knees can be awkward. We’ll put them over the chair later which provides support and helps keep them in position’.

Nancy touched Valerie’s butt with the end of the cane, and raised it high, slashing down hard on the girl’s white ass. Valerie yelped, her head jerked, and she involuntarily closed her knees and bent her back. Nancy waited a few seconds, gave her a sharp tap on her head, ‘Position, I won’t be telling you again’.

Valerie complied quickly.

‘Go ahead’, Nancy told Laura.

Valerie received half a dozen strokes from the girl, some of them harder than others, and soon there were bright reddish purple stripes across her buttocks.

‘Get back to your place.

‘Now you!’ she said sharply to Takako’.

Valerie scuttled behind Nancy and Laura and joined me to watch the Japanese woman being caned.

Nancy positioned her first, the woman’s large droopy tits hanging down. She was slower to respond, and was prodded with the cane to bring her to a point where Nancy was satisfied. This time Laura was given the cane.

She brought it down really hard, and the woman gave a high pitched shriek, breaking her position, bringing her hand to her butt, and mumbling something in Japanese.

Hearing her, Nancy quickly stepped forward, grabbed Takako firmly by the hair and lifted her to a kneeling position. She smacked her face hard three or four times, and the sound resounded around the little room. Still holding her hair, Nancy gripped her left nipple between finger and thumb, twisting and pinching it hard. The woman squirmed, and Nancy slapped her face again. From her pocket Nancy removed a shiny steel toothed clamp, held it up to Takako’s face, pushed the woman onto her back, spread her legs, and called Laura over.

‘Put this on the base of her clit’, she told her. Laura knelt to do so, and Takako screamed and thrashed about.

When Laura stood, Nancy dragged the woman up, smacked her face again, and dragged her over to Laura’s feet, pushing her head down. ‘Kiss and lick until I tell you to stop’ she hissed, repeating in Japanese.

While the woman licked the red shoes, Nancy caned her ass hard, saying as she did so, ‘She called you a bitch’. Finally Takako was brought back to the original position for Laura to resume caning her. I could see the shiny clamp hanging down from the clitoris, shaking with every stroke. She was given at least a dozen. When Laura finished, the woman turned, licked her shoes again, and remaining bowed spoke in Japanese, before scuttling to Valerie’s side, tears running down her cheeks.

Laura looked at Nancy.

‘Nancy translated, ‘Please forgive this one, Mistress’, and she thanks you for beating her.

Laura nodded with satisfaction, lifted her chin, looked at me, ‘Here!’ she said confidently, and I scampered over and got into the position as best as I could. The girl instructed me confidently with the cane tip. As I spread my knees wider, I felt my labia parting, and the cane being inserted all the way in.

‘Hehe, this one’s horny too’, the girl giggled, holding the cane up for Nancy to see.

Laura’s  technique was improving. I cried out and broke position every time the cane landed on my cheeks. It was agony, and I had to be tapped occasionally to remind me to get back into position for the next stroke. I think I received half a dozen really painful ones before I was told to get back to my place in the line up.

I heard a chime, and Nancy checked her phone.

‘Simon, our tech guy here in New York, has arrived with your controller. He’s on the way up’, announced Nancy. Moments later there was a rap on the door which she opened, and a short, fair-haired, young man entered, smiling broadly, when he glanced in my direction. He handed her the small package he was carrying, which she passed to Laura. ‘We’ll activate it later, and I’ll show you how to use it’.

‘Simon, this is my new trainee assistant, Laura. I’m giving her some tips on discipline, if you’d care to stay and watch’.

Simon nodded at Laura, ‘Hi Laura. I’d love to, but I can only stay for a few minutes’, he replied. She gestured for him to stand to the back and side close to me, where he wouldn’t interfere with the cane, but would get a clear view. Laura placed the package in her white handbag on the side table.

Nancy fetched the upright chair, and Valerie was bent over the back of it, feet wide apart, on her toes, hands grasping the bottom of its front legs. Laura and Nancy took turns to cane her, until she was screaming, and tears were running down her face. ‘Please, please stop’ she cried. ‘Quiet’, Nancy responded firmly, and the caning continued, until Valerie’s ass was covered with welts.

I looked up at Simon, who was leaning against the wall near me, watching the action intently, looking at Valerie’s ass and slit. I was glad that my rump was turned to the wall, hoping he would leave before it was my turn. There was a noticeable bulge in his jeans.

It seemed that Nancy didn’t miss much as she had noticed it too, for she grabbed the tear-stained Valerie by the hair and brought her on hands and knees to Simon’s feet.

‘Feeling horny, eh?’ she enquired looking down at his crotch, ‘Would you like to use the slut’s mouth?’

‘Now, that’s an offer I can’t refuse’, he said. Nancy told the girl to unzip him, take his cock out, and give him a blowjob. Nancy pushed the back of her head so that it slid right into her mouth. ‘Take it all in. Don’t let me see you slack off, or I’ll put you back over the chair. Get your hands behind your back, and spread your knees wide’. She placed Simon’s hand on the back of the girl’s head, and he began pumping her mouth.

Takako was called forward and got the same treatment, if not somewhat harder. Nancy spread the little woman’s legs painfully wide and grunted each time she brought the cane down on her ass. Takako yelped but didn’t speak this time. The pain from the clit clamp and the cane was evident on her face. Laura took over the caning and Takako cried out. Simon finally gasped as he shot a load into Valerie. Her eyes opened wide and she gagged as he came, his ejaculate dribbling down her chin as he withdrew. She carefully licked him clean, before putting his penis back in and doing up his zip.

Nancy watched and waited while Valerie finished off, ‘Nice dick you have the Simon’. She pointed at Takako, ‘This old bitch gave Laura a bit of attitude, so she’s been clit clamped to teach her a lesson’, she explained. ‘Would you like to give her a couple of strokes too?’

‘Always glad to assist’, he said, stepping forward, taking the cane offered to him by Laura. ‘Would it be OK if I had a look, I’ve never seen something like that?’

‘Ask my assistant’, Nancy replied, ‘she attached it’.

‘Go ahead, my pleasure, she’s all yours’, said the girl.

Simon stepped forward and squatted between Takako’s legs, opened her labia, and took a good look at the clamp. The woman twitched nervously as he examined her. As he flicked the clamp back and forth with the tip of the cane, she made little mewling noises, her back arching, lifting herself higher on her toes, in an effort to escape.

‘That’s a very purple-looking clitoris’, he remarked. ‘Those teeth are really biting into it. It must be agonising’.

‘Cane her some more to take her mind off it’, said Nancy.

He stood, stepped back, lifted the instrument high, and I heard the swishing sound, then the crack as it contacted Takako’s butt. She wailed.

I had to turn my head away, and it was all the worse knowing that my turn was next. I was afraid to displease the Chinese woman who might inflict even greater cruelty on me, perhaps offering Simon the chance to cane me too, which was unthinkable.

He gave Takako four more, before handing the cane back to Laura.

‘Thank you for a very interesting experience’, he remarked.

Laura’s eyes twinkled at him, and she blushed.

‘You don’t need much tuition’, Nancy commented wryly.

‘Thanks both, I enjoyed it’, he said, ‘I’ve had a frustrating weekend, and this has helped make up for it. Unfortunately I’ve got to go, as the cab’s waiting for me, though I’d like to stay to watch the rest of the training. Nice meeting you Laura, see you both soon’. He opened the door and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Being caned was bad enough, but in front of, or even by, a young man would have been intensely embarrassing and humiliating. He would have been able to see everything I had between my legs – might even have asked to examine me as well. My teen boyfriend and Dave were the only men who had seen me naked.

When Takako had returned to her place beside us, Nancy looked at me, pointed to the chair, and I crawled forward. Once over it, my body and my ass cheeks were stretched. I opened my legs until my lips parted, perching on my tiptoes. Nancy tapped my inner thighs to widen my stance. The first slash, when it came, was searing, as I felt it cutting into my tender flesh, my body held in place by the chair. It knocked the breath out of me. It took several seconds before I could get back into position without being told. I have little memory of the rest of the caning, or of which of them was doing it, but I remember screaming.

In all, I think Valerie and I got some twenty five strokes each, Takako several more, before being leashed again and led back to the pillory room where the twins waited, their butts having been spared because of the forthcoming presentation.

Nancy reached down, removed the Japanese woman’s nose-leash, and examined then touched her asshole. She flinched and squealed when her butt was handled.

‘Pass me my green plastic box of tricks, the blue butt plug, and a ring gag off the shelf’ she said casually to Laura. Nancy knelt and placed the little box on the floor beside her. She took out a tube, lubricated her index finger and slid it in and out of the woman’s asshole a few times, none too gently, before inserting a second finger. She took the steel plug from Laura, coated it, and pushed it into Takako, who opened her eyes wide, grunting as her sphincter closed around it. Then the ring gag was expertly fitted, holding the woman’s jaws wide open. She pulled her tongue out and clipped two blue plastic clothes pins onto the tip of it, through which she threaded a length of thin cord. The clit clamp was removed and the clit rubbed. The woman screamed and bucked as it was done. Nancy took a small container of gel out of the box and opened it. She dug into the pocket of her jeans and took out several small brown sachets, opened two, emptying thecontents of little black grains into the palm of her left hand. She dipped her finger into the gel, and rolled it over the grains in her hand, before inserting it into Takako’s vagina. She repeated the process spreading it all over her clit and labia. Finally she dipped her pinky into the gel and coated it in the grains, bent closer to the woman’s slit and slid it into her urethra, causing Takako to squirm. To cap it all, I couldn’t believe it when Nancy re-attached the clit clamp, prompting a loud squeal.

Casually looking at Takako’s purple striped butt with its blue plug and coated cunt, Nancy murmured her satisfaction.

‘She’ll be more respectful from now on’.

‘I don’t like having any of them on the loose around here during a presentation’, she explained, especially if there are things I need to do. I’ve got to read up ready for my meeting at Stanford next week. I haven’t the inclination or the time to be a minder’.

She checked her wrist device, lifted one of the cloth-covered utility boxes down off the shelf where all four boxes were arrayed, opened it, and removed the base plate to reveal the drain hole. Once she had pushed the woman in, as she closed the door, she passed the two ends of the cord attached to the clothes pins through one of the holes level with the woman’s face. Within moments Takako was confined in the box. I thought I detected a sign of panic in her eyes as she slid in, head bent as the door was closed and the bolts slid across.

‘Give me a hand’, continued Nancy. Together they lifted the box and placed it back on the shelf at waist height with the others. Once there, Nancy tied the ends of the cord which dangled on the outside of the metal door, taking a little weight from the green box, she hooked it on to the loop.

Nancy spoke in Japanese to the woman, through the ventilation holes in the door, and I heard an indistinct grunted reply. ‘She hasn’t been confined in one of these before, so I told her that if she needs to pee while she’s in there, to just do it, as there’s a litter tray underneath her. I butt plugged her so that we don’t get a stinky mess’. She spoke through the holes again, and received another grunt in reply. ‘I gather her cunt is warming up nicely already. One last thing, I’ll put her gag on random to teach her tongue a lesson. It’ll have to work harder with the weight on the pins. I’ve told her that if they come off she’ll get another thrashing when I release her’, she smiled at Laura.

‘We’ll leave her here until the presentation this evening, then we’ll put her in one of the pillories either in here or in the bedroom so she can watch. While the twins are on display in the Hi-glas boxes during the night, we’ll apply some more peppered gel and re-box her on the far side of the bedroom.

Nancy touched the device on her wrist, and the metal weight attached to Takako’s tongue began to swing a little, grating on the door, as the woman got into her tonguing rhythm. Nancy looked at Laura, and nodded her satisfaction.

‘I’ll email a report to her House Mistress before they leave for the airport tomorrow, with a few suggestions for further discipline’.

Almost immediately, Nancy’s phone trilled and she listened briefly. Turning to Laura she said, ‘I’ll see the sluts off, their car is here. You can start getting the twins ready. Fit ring gags, the lotus-leaf motif butt plugs are on the shelf. If the girls are tight use your fingers to loosen them up as I did just now – I asked Tracy to give them both an enema before she did their hair, make-up and manicures. As you have a little sadistic streak, use the rest of the pepper sachets I picked up in the restaurant, you might care to sprinkle some on the plugs first to make their wait more interesting for them and for you. Tracy is returning at six to dress the twins as geishas, and to complete their hairdo. The costumes are in the make-up room next door. They will look stunning. I’ll meet you down in the restaurant for a coffee break in ten to fifteen minutes’. Pointing towards Takako’s box, she continued, ‘As we can’t leave her clit-clamped for too long, just before you leave, remove the litter tray, and tip her box over so that you can take the clamp off. Don’t forget to massage her clit to restore blood flow, then tip the box back upright and replace the tray. Wash the clamp in the bathroom and bring it down to me, I always keep it in my pocket’.

‘No problem, thanks!’ I sure wouldn’t have thought of peppering them’, answered Laura. ‘What’s it like?’.

‘Agony’, said Nancy, grinning.

My mind was in turmoil at the thought of what awaited the poor twins and their mature escort during the next few hours. I wondered if they had any idea, or if they had arrived expecting a pleasant surprise, as I had on the Saturday morning.

Leading us out, we were told to kneel and wait by the elevator doors. Nancy returned with two plastic bags, one red the other blue, and called the elevator. We crawled into it after her. Once inside and the doors were closed, she paused it. The stars were peeled off our tits. Our leashes were unclipped, the rings removed from our noses. Mine was inset with a sapphire stone. She took out two little plastic containers, one from each bag and replaced the tiny plugs in our noses using the implement she used to remove them. She pressed the lobby button and the elevator descended. She handed the red bag to Valerie and the blue one to me. ‘Put your Guards on, and get dressed’, she said.

Valerie’s dress, scarf and shoes were identical to mine in style, but her’s were red. When we were dressed, holding only our little penis cases, Nancy re-activated our urethral implants by touching the device on her wrist. In the lobby she deposited the bags in a bin. She walked ahead of us carrying our nose rings, leashes and the implement in her hand, escorting us to the desk, where without a word she left us with a chauffeur who was waiting.

We tried to keep our asses off the seat as much as possible, and we continued our chat. Valerie said that she had been desperate to relieve herself for most of the night, and had heard Esther’s dismissive response to my plea. Both of us agreed that our night in the boxes was the worst of our lives. The gel was still having an effect on my cunt, and Valerie said that she wished she could rub hers too, but of course our implants and Guards would not allow it. She suggested we try inserting our penises into our Guards so that we could relieve the urge, but the Guards refused to open, so we had to remain in a state of frustration. We were driven to Teterboro Airport, and found that Valerie was to return by private charter direct to Manchester.

I returned to the House in the same manner as I went, but feeling stiff, exhausted and with a sore ass, but still feeling somewhat horny. I had never visited New York before, and I thought that if I ever returned it wouldn’t be to repeat the experience of that weekend. I realised after I got back that I had not been given anything to eat or drink, other than the blonde girl’s pee, while away on my travels. I was hungry and thirsty. I had also been given some idea of Dave’s wealth and authority. I wondered how the Japanese twins were getting on, imagining them suspended and squirming in very tight rope bondage, before spending the night on display in the rotating boxes. I thought of Takako, waiting, boxed on the shelf in the small room with burning cunt and a large throbbing aching clitoris. I was glad that I hadn’t really pissed off the Chinese woman, having got off lightly with just a dozen strokes of the cane. I hoped that I wasn’t destined to meet up with her again.

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