Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 9

[Dave expects me to send him periodic updates on how I’m getting on during my time in the Program. I know he edits them, so I don’t know which parts you are able to read. Therefore, events may or may not be in actual chronological order]

My visit to New York had made my life in the House appear almost normal. I slept soundly that Sunday night after first tucking into a hefty dinner. It was such a relief to be able to go to the bathroom more or less whenever I wished. When I awoke on Monday morning, I was really stiff after my awful experience in the boxes, but I quickly limbered up. Anne and I had our respective turns on the benches wearing the awful ring gags, although we were beginning to get accustomed to them, our tongues having ached for weeks initially.

Anne drove me, as was her usual practice, to my office building, as it was on her way to her’s. I think she did so partly to keep me on side, hoping that life would be a little easier, though I kept her on quite a short leash, and didn’t tolerate moans and complaints. Gradually her behaviour had improved as a result.

After dinner on the Tuesday evening Sam told me to report to Brooke, so I knocked on the E & D door and knelt to wait. Presently Brooke answered. Untypically she was dressed in jeans and a pretty flowered top and was barefoot. Normally around the House she wore revealing but dominant outfits in leather or PVC, with matching heels. She looked even younger and was no taller than me. She smiled and invited me through into her sitting room, which in itself was unusual as it was only the second time I had been there.

Brooke reclined on her couch and indicated for me to kneel a few feet away. I adopted the position, but she told me to relax, although I kept my knees apart a little.

‘I’ve a few things to discuss with you’, she said.

‘The first concerns Anne. I have to say that you confirmed my decision to give you seniority. When I first set eyes on her, I found her manner condescending and superior. I don’t know why Dave selected her for the Program as she hasn’t got the looks, and he didn’t modify her appearance. I read her file and I think she was lucky she met him because she wouldn’t have been around for much longer. She owes him and the Company a huge debt of gratitude, but she didn’t seem willing to enter fully into the commitment she made. Dave usually releases women in their forties, depending on their looks, but our wealthy attorney is providing a steady income for the Company, so my guess is that she will be with us for a while yet. At the moment I’m considering her future here, which brings me on to the next subject which is Linda’.

I listened as Brooke continued.

‘She seems to have taken to you in a big way. Some might say she is besotted. She looks on Lisa as some kind of mother figure who keeps her under control, even though they satisfy each other’s sexual needs. I was a bit surprised that Lisa did that with her, because of the large age difference of more than twenty five years. But then she has needs, as do we all. Linda is young and impressionable’.

Brooke stretched her arm over to the little table beside the sofa, and picked up a very slim I-Tablet, tapped it a few times, and directed my attention to the large flat screen TV fixed to the far wall – it was at least five feet across. Brooke had clearly prepared the sequence I was about to see beforehand.

The first scene was of Linda prostrating herself at my feet begging permission to use the bathroom. It then cut to my pleasuring her on her bench. Using the tablet, Brooke zoomed in on my head and face, and onto Linda’s. It was erotic. I was making love to her with my mouth and tongue and was obviously enjoying it. Linda didn’t take her eyes off me the entire while, looking like a lovesick puppy. I was too busy licking her clit to notice.

The scene moved on to Anne and Linda seeing to me on the bench, zooming in on Linda’s face as she examined me. It was amazing technology – the camera didn’t miss the flicker of an eyelid, and it seemed it was only inches from her face. Linda was fascinated with my entire vagina moving in to look at my clit and pee-hole. I could see the tip of her tongue wetting her lips as she did so.

The TV screen split with the scene on one side and a graphical display on the left.

‘That graph indicates Linda’s sexual arousal – she actually had a number of small orgasms while she examined you. I’ve looked at those she has with Lisa and they don’t bear comparison. You also were highly aroused when you first examined Linda, and came close to an orgasm when you licked her’.

I blushed, as I hadn’t realised the extent – hadn’t admitted it to myself even – how much I was attracted to the girl, but Brooke knew all about it.

Brooke switched off the display, and continued.

‘I know that Linda has told you about her past. She hasn’t shared that with anyone except Lisa. You are forbidden to tell anyone about it, especially her relationship with me, Mama, I mean Mistress Christine, and Dave. If you do, you will be removed from here, and you will not like your new home at all. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Miss’.

I am still undecided what to do about the situation.

‘That brings me to the final matter of interest. I don’t know where you went, what you did, or what happened to you over the weekend, other than you returned with some nice stripes on your backside, but I want to know all about it now -in detail’.

I told her about the private flight to New York and the events at the hotel. Occasionally she interjected,

‘That’s typical of Dave, he likes touches like that’, she said after I told her about my near-identical twin, Valerie.

She hadn’t heard of Nancy Wong when I named and described her, only commenting that, ‘Dave has many people working directly for him. She doesn’t come under Mama’s authority. She is responsible for individual women, Houses and other establishments which the Company owns in North America’.

Brooke studied her tablet and read off the information..

‘She’s his personal assistant, who organises events in the US and Canada, like the one you were part of. An orphan, twenty-two, born on the Chinese mainland, near Hong Kong, fluent in Cantonese, Mandarin and Japanese, Dave sent her to Bryn Mawr, in Pennsylvania, where she graduated cum laude in American Literature and Psychology. She’s going to Stanford to do her PhD in Psychology shortly, again funded by Dave. She’s bisexual and in the Program, but other details including her modification are privileged, so I can’t access them. Mama has held training seminars for some of them, so that the events proceed smoothly, but she’s never mentioned this one. However, Miss Wong has been assessed at a Grade 5 in female handling and discipline – that’s the highest grade’.

Brooke continued, ‘She must be very capable for Dave to have such confidence in her. She would have access to the Program enrolment worldwide, and it would be easy for her to do a search on similarity parameters, and come up with you and your friend Valerie. She will have spent time with Dave discussing his preferences and what type of presentation to organise depending on the women or girls Dave is entertaining. You may meet her again’.

‘I grimaced, ‘Perish the thought’.

‘What she has done’, Brooke said, ‘is to put a comment on your file that she caned you for wilful disobedience and attitude, but she hasn’t seen fit to send me a report, probably because she didn’t consider the offence serious enough’.

When I told her about the panic I felt when I thought that my septum was about to be pierced, she laughed.

‘When you were modified, a tiny plug was inserted into your septum, which can easily be removed and replaced using the proper instrument. All the women in the Program are fitted with them. Sometimes I use nose leashes for puppy training, but the collar leashes are simpler, so mainly I don’t bother. If I remember I’ll use the nose leash on you when next we visit the lawn’, she said, looking into my eyes and smiling sweetly.

I flinched.

Neither had Brooke heard of Esther, the young glamorous blonde. She confirmed that the woman was almost certainly not in the Program as she had menstruated – it was something which no resident did. I told Brooke that I was made to lick her clean after she peed.

‘Dave is very fond of beautiful stunning women. I don’t know how he acquires them’.

I raised one eyebrow while looking at Brooke.

‘No, they definitely are not whores, if that’s what you’re thinking. Dave would be grossly offended if anyone told him that. I know that most women who provide sex, in marriage or in other ways, get some benefit in return, but Dave never pays for sex directly. I think they are attracted by his aura of power and his wealth’.

‘His liaisons never seem to last long, a few weeks at most. He finds out what turns them on, and provides it. That young friend of his must have slight dominant tendencies and a liking for girls’.

‘Sometimes he brings them here. If they’re not in the Program they are not allowed into the House, as they mustn’t be aware of what goes on. They are put in the self-contained guest accommodation off the outer hall. Dave can then sleep with them after he has seen to business in the House. One of the residents dresses up as a maid and serves their meals’.

I went on to tell her about my dreadful night imprisoned in a tiny metal box and Esther’s refusal to let me out to pee, even though I was desperate, and being caned by Nancy for having spoken without permission. I didn’t mention the Hi-glas display version, lest it trigger an idea in Brooke’s mind.

She laughed. She really thought my terrible predicament funny.

‘How tall are you?’ she asked.

‘A touch under five feet’, I replied.

‘How small was the box?’ she enquired.

‘Very’, I said, ‘I was squeezed so tightly I could hardly move at all. It was incredibly claustrophobic. I guess it was about two feet high and even less wide. I wanted to pee so badly’.

Picking up her tablet she tapped it and studied it carefully for a couple of minutes.

She got up, went into the adjoining E & D room, returning with a leash which she fastened to my collar. I was led on all fours to the elevator and down into the Basement. Brooke left me kneeling to attention, and went through another door. She was gone for several minutes. When the door re-opened, she returned pulling an identical box on little wheels, by a chain attached to a ring on one of its sides. It was the same in every respect to the one I had been in on the Saturday night.

‘We keep a stock of them here’, she said casually, ‘I had to check if there was one for your height and build. Here it is’.

‘For ease of movement castors can be attached, or they can be carried by a handle’.

She turned it around, and on its back was clipped a sturdy handle, which she removed and fixed to two grooves in its top. She lifted it to show me.

She handed it to me to hold. It wasn’t that heavy.

‘A man or a strong woman like Sam can carry one when it contains a small woman or girl like you’, Brooke said. On its back was stuck a hand-written label, ‘4ft 10ins – 5ft 0ins. Petite. Suppleness Scale 5. Advisory: Ten-twelve hours’.

It had a couple of rows of small holes in its front for ventilation and the slit at the bottom. Brooke slid back the two bolts and opened its door wide. She grasped its bottom and pulled it out – held in place by grooves on three sides. Immediately underneath was the true bottom of the box, with an oval hole some eight inches long and four wide at its centre, long side facing out. The floor sloped gently towards it on all sides. Brooke placed the false bottom to one side.

‘Miss Wong should have removed this before putting you in. That hole is for the occupant to piss through. You would have been spared the agony, had she been considerate enough.

Brooke reached forward and pulled a low-sided tray from below the floor of the box, fitted to grooves underneath. It contained cat litter. Brooke had me pick up bits of it to smell. It was slightly perfumed.

‘Your Chinese friend was either careless or couldn’t give a fuck if you messed the box and the carpet. Even if you had, she would only have called the hotel cleaners to remove any stains’.

Brooke attached the chain to my leash, threading it between my legs, and had me pull the empty box around the Basement on hands and knees. It was light and easy to pull.

‘Sometimes residents end up in one of these if they misbehave’, she said. ‘If you like, I could put Anne in one, and you could take her up to your room to spend the night in it beside your bed’. She looked at my face to gauge my reaction to her suggestion.

I was stunned at the thought. It was worrying that this young woman, little more than a girl, dressed so innocently in her jeans and pretty flowered top, had the power to put women twice her age into such confinement. More worrying was the fact that to be given the option was strangely arousing. I wondered if Brooke noticed. Despite her age she had an uncanny knack of knowing the thoughts of the women she controlled.

Brooke sat on the box, and looked at me again.

‘We get regular updates about new developments’, she said, ‘but I don’t always keep up. There’s a display version of these boxes available which is transparent and has a lot of features, and I’ve ordered the complete range of sizes, and one for each of my Residents. They should be here next month. Some Houses have been using them for months, including one of our Ranches in Texas where every Resident spends a session in the box every week. I’ve been thinking of introducing it here, but only on weekends as there aren’t enough women here for a full week’.

My heart sank at the thought of spending ten hours in one of the terrible containers every weekend.

As Brooke was unusually forthcoming, I put up my hand to speak, and Brooke nodded her assent. ‘I overheard Miss Nancy mention something about ‘virtual collars and bands’.

‘Oh, yes, Mama told me a little about them, but not much, which she got from Dave last week. She’s a bit concerned, as everyone in the Program will have them, including her and me, and the steel collars won’t be required any more. Once they’re fitted it will be for life. They can be activated and de-activated, but never completely removed, a bit like the implants. Mama’s not sure how they work, but she’s got the impression that we’ll feel them on us all the time, but they will only be apparent to certain people and in particular places, like the House. Dave says that the level of control will increase a hundredfold’.

I gasped, ‘Does that mean that I’ll be wearing a collar to work, but no-one will see it, but I’ll feel it around my neck?’ I asked.

‘Not only a collar, but bands around wrists, ankles and waist too, which can be fastened together in all kinds of ways, visible or not. You will be able to see and feel them on yourself all the time, and depending on your status, you will be able to see others wearing them. For example, Dave will be able to see everyone’s at all times, Mama may be able to see mine, but her’s might be invisible to me, and mine invisible to you. Something like that. Apparently the collars can be used to train the wearer. She can be shocked, immobilised even, if she doesn’t behave and speak in an approved way. It can be used as a gag even. Speak or whisper, and you’ll get shocked. These virtual restraints can appear in any form desired, steel, leather, even gold, as the circumstances require. The collar will be able to display not only your name but all kinds of information about you, which will scroll around it on your neck, like an electronic sign. You may be wearing a virtual chastity guard and using a virtual penis to pee, soon, as well. Dave was enthusing about them to Mama, and she will be attending a seminar about them before too long. I can’t tell you any more than that’, Brooke explained, shrugging her little shoulders.

I gasped. I would feel a collar and bands on me for the rest of my life, even if others couldn’t see or feel them.

 

Brooke put the box against the Basement wall, leading me out and into the elevator. When we reached the ground floor, she unleashed and dismissed me. I returned quickly to my room to ponder my interview with her, and reflect on the House’s stock of strict confinement boxes.

****

The rest of that week was uneventful except for a House Meeting one evening where Brooke informed us of an impending inspection visit by Mistress Christine. I avoided Linda as much as possible, something the girl noticed. On the Thursday Linda came to see me, she was excited.

‘Will you come shopping with me on Saturday afternoon?’ she asked.

I was about to decline, but Linda continued.

‘Miss Brooke has given permission for us both to have the afternoon off, and to go together. Lisa knows too. I want to buy some new clothes, and you can help me choose. All my earnings from my part time job are mine, as my rent here is paid.’

She was so eager, and Brooke had OK’d it, so I had little choice but to agree It would also mean a break from anything Brooke might have otherwise planned for me. Linda jumped up and down in excitement giving me a little kiss on the lips.

That Saturday morning I spent an hour puppy training with Anne and Brooke. True to her word Brooke, to Anne’s great surprise, removed our nasal plugs, and leashed us by our noses. It certainly brought greater obedience. The slightest tug on the leash was very painful. Brooke had no need for the crop. Anne’s face was a picture as Brooke lifted her to beg by holding the leash above her head, and placing a candy on her tongue. The woman’s humiliation was complete. I hadn’t told her anything of my NY experience or of Brooke’s suggestion that she could be imprisoned in a little metal box by my bedside for an entire night. Had she known, I doubt if she would have been able to sleep. On reflection, I found it an intriguing thought.

That afternoon was sunny and bright. Linda and I travelled into the city centre to browse in the extensive glittering malls. I helped her select some sexy underwear, tiny panties and matching bra, shoes, top, and stylish jeans suitable for a girl her age. She paid with a credit card. I noticed it had Brooke’s name on it. We walked around arm in arm. It was like having a younger sister and she was so very pretty. We enjoyed a latte and some fresh cream pastries. We were completely relaxed. Thoughts of the House faded.

After the coffee, Linda gave me a knowing look, and led me by the arm into a large store and found the ladies room. I guessed what she wanted. Fortunately the room was empty. Linda checked the stalls to make sure they were unoccupied before prostrating herself, nose on my foot, ‘Please Miss Vicky, may I pee and shit?’ I was afraid someone might enter, but no one did. She drew me into a vacant stall, unfastened and lowered her jeans to her knees, she wore no panties, and I touched her Guard. She fitted the penis, climbed onto the seat facing me, pointed the penis downwards and emptied her bladder, then her bowels. She climbed down, adjusted her clothing, and we sauntered back out into the store. It was, all in all, a blissful afternoon. All too soon we were on the bus to the House.

****

By nine-thirty I was on my bed, alone, watching TV. My ‘phone vibrated. It was a text from Sam. ‘Basement now’.

I quickly made my way there, kneeling to attention in the vestibule after knocking the door. Sam came without delay, fastened a leash to my collar, and led me on all fours inside. Without speaking, she took me straight over to the metal box, which Brooke had left there the previous Tuesday. My heart sank. Sam removed my Guard. An ordinary ring gag was pushed behind my teeth and strapped firmly behind my neck. Sam slid back the bolts, opened it and removed the false bottom plate, revealing the oval hole.

‘Get in, bitch’ she said, pushing my knees against my breasts, and my head down. I started to panic as memories of the previous weekend flooded into my mind. Sam slapped my face hard and forced me in. She was far rougher and less adept at it than Nancy Wong had been. My toe was scuffed on the edge as she pushed my foot right inside. Once the door was closed, Sam grasped the chain which had been left on top of the box and pulled it, and me, contained within it, towards the door of the Basement and into the vestibule, where the box was left standing. Sam returned and put a black cloth over it, so that I couldn’t see out of the holes. She left me there, the elevator doors opening and closing as she departed.

Perhaps a quarter of an hour later, I heard the lift descend and someone exited, who drew the box by its chain into the elevator. It was a short journey, I guessed correctly, as it turned out, to the ground floor, where I was trundled along the hall and into a carpeted room. The cloth was removed, and I recognised that it was Brooke’s sitting room. My box was placed to one side, the sofa to my right and the large TV on the wall to the left – which I could partly see through the little holes. A pair of legs wearing jeans walked away out of my sight.

Presently Brooke came in, dressed in a short robe. She was not alone but accompanied. When they sat on the sofa together, I could see it was Linda. She was fully dressed in the clothes and shoes she had purchased earlier and which I had helped her choose. I had never seen her dressed in the House before. Brooke switched on the TV and they snuggled against each other on the large sofa to enjoy a lengthy movie. I, ring-gagged, in my tight little prison watched them and listened to the soundtrack. Now and again, they both laughed and giggled like schoolgirl friends. I was in a cramped agony, and they were enjoying themselves. The movie was paused. Linda got up at Brooke’s behest and returned with drinks and a snack, which they consumed as the movie re-started. Eventually it finished, and I imagined it was well after midnight.

Brooke rose and taking Linda by the hand led her over to my box. I could then see only up to their knees.

‘Bring it through to the bedroom’, Brooke told Linda casually. My box was drawn by its chain over the carpet into an adjoining room which I had never entered. I couldn’t see much of it through the holes, but I heard Brooke and Linda chatting as they undressed and proceeded to shower together nearby. I could hear them giggling there.

When they returned I was so uncomfortable that I let out an involuntary moan. Brooke called over to Linda saying, ‘Check to see if she’s peed’. I heard the tray beneath me being withdrawn and Linda said, ‘No, she hasn’t’. Brooke bent down to the holes and said to me, ‘Pee if you want, see how considerate I am?’ Of course she couldn’t see me and I couldn’t respond properly. I tried to say ‘Thank you Miss’ through the gag, but at best it was incomprehensible.

‘Time for fun’ said Brooke. The bolts were withdrawn and the door of the box swung open. Linda and Brooke stood there. Linda was naked, without even her Guard, and Brooke was wearing her robe. They squatted and looked at me pressed against the three sides and top of the box. Brooke took my arm and helped me out. I was immediately blindfolded by Linda so that I couldn’t see a thing. They sat me on Brooke’s bed. My wrists and ankles were cuffed. My feet were on the floor, and my head and torso were pushed back flat on the bed. My wrist cuffs were fastened to the bottom corners of the bed so that my arms were drawn out diagonally, and the ankles likewise.  I was thus secured to the bottom half of the bed unable to see a thing because of the padded blindfold, my knees widely spread, legs dangling down to the floor.

I could hear Brooke and Linda nearby. Suddenly I shrieked in agony as something sharp bit my right nipple, and almost immediately, my left. Before I had a chance to recover, my cleft was spread, hood lifted back, and I felt the most intense stab of pain as one of them clamped my clitoris. It was far worse than anything I had experienced, worse than the jolts from my implants, the cropping and the wooden pony. It travelled down the stem of my bud and up my spine like a stiletto. All I could think of was my clit. My universe was centred on it.

I sensed them both climbing beside me on the bed. My gag was removed, and a small ass straddled my face. Brooke’s slit was over my nose and mouth. She smelled and tasted different to Linda. I could hardly breathe.

‘Get to it’ she hissed, turning to twist one of my nipple clamps, which caused me to shriek. Accordingly, I tongue fucked like never before. She and Linda took turns straddling me, whilst chatting, but I couldn’t hear much of what they were saying with my head clamped between their thighs. From time to time they toyed with both my nipple clamps as I licked them. It spurred me to greater efforts to please.

When they had tired of being licked by me, they pleasured each other with their mouths, both climaxing loudly several times. I lay there my nipples and clit in agony. Soon my clit and lower body just ached. It was hard to believe that such a small organ could cause so much pain.

At some point the clamps were removed and my nipples and clit rubbed and pinched to restore blood flow. I screamed each time. Taking them off was even worse than putting them on.

Brooke released me from the cuffs, still blindfolded, and replaced the ring gag. I was put back into the box and the blindfold removed. My ordeal was not over. I heard the litter tray sliding out, and she and Linda tipped the box over onto its side, so that I was on my back inside it. I felt fingers probing my cleft through the oval hole, and something wet slid right inside and was twisted about. They both chuckled. Then a hand rubbed itself over my labia, under the hood, over my anguished clit, and into my pee-hole. That hurt. The box was quickly tipped back upright and pushed to one side of the bed, where I could just about see Brooke and Linda climb onto it, draw a cover over themselves, cuddling together, before the light was extinguished.

Moments later, my entire cunt erupted. It was on fire and I wailed like a cat through the gag. I struggled against the tight confines of the box, trying instinctively but in vain to reach my burning slit. For a moment I thought that something had been lit inside me. I could hear them both laughing in the darkness. I learned later that Brooke had slipped her finger into Linda’s mouth, then dipped it in a pepper pot and stuck it into my vagina. Pepper was then rubbed all over my private parts.

I remained in the box till morning, the burning having subsided. The night was endless. Sometime during the night I peed, and the burning returned with a vengeance. Some pepper must have been in my pee-hole, or it was very sore.

In the morning Linda and Brooke woke, and showered together. At no point did I see Brooke naked, but the taste of her cunt remained in my mouth throughout the night. She tasted different to Linda.

Linda took me to the Basement in the box, and I was left in the vestibule. In due course Sam came, took me inside, and released me. When I was sufficiently flexible to stand and move about, she made me clean the entire box, empty and replace the soiled litter ready for its next occupant. I desperately hoped it wouldn’t be me again.

I had spent two consecutive Saturday nights in similar confinement.

****

‘Go to your room, see to Anne, and return here immediately’, Sam told me. I checked the time by the landing clock as I returned and it was seven o’clock that Sunday morning. I wondered ruefully what the rest of the day had in store for me. Suddenly things appeared to have taken a turn for the worse.

I woke Anne, and stood waiting to see if she had a request to make, which she did in the proper manner as I had decreed, by prostrating herself at my feet. I touched her sensors telling her to shower afterwards, before securing herself on the bench in readiness wearing the ring gag, which she detested. 

Meanwhile, lying on my bed, I tried to gather my thoughts. I wondered if I would be put back into the box, which at that time was the thing I feared most. Reluctantly I got up and went to see to Anne, whose tongue-wagging face greeted me. She looked a little wide-eyed. My thoughts had wandered and I’d forgotten about her.

As it was Sunday, the cleansing took longer as we had to use an astringent alcohol based cleanser, which stung and burned when applied, especially when in contact with the clitoris and the urethra. Brooke had recently insisted that pee-holes were to be cleansed thoroughly with it, by dipping the cotton bud first, and pushing it in at least an inch, working it back and forth. It was usually painful. Some women found it excruciating. Anne hated it.

I worked away, not really concentrating. She struggled as I did her urethra, trying in vain to move her butt away from the invasive end of the bud. ‘Keep still’, I told her giving her ass a sharp little smack, ‘or it’ll take longer and hurt even more’. Eventually I completed the task.

I dreaded being put through it myself, as was inevitable later, because my clitoris and pee-hole were still hurting badly. I couldn’t get access to see just how much my clit was injured, but it felt as if it was hanging off. After I had finished, I absent-mindedly washed and dried my hands, then surveyed the hapless Anne, begging with her eyes to be released, her tonguing rhythm faltering, and her body jerking with the occasional jolt to her clit stem. Finally I released her and said that I would see her later.

I returned to the Basement vestibule, knocked the door, knelt and waited. Sam soon appeared.

‘What took you so long? You were told to come back immediately’, she exclaimed impatiently. She didn’t wait for an explanation, simply attaching a leash to my collar and I followed crawling. I was fastened to one of the set of benches in the Basement. Unlike those in the wet rooms, these automatically adjusted themselves when a resident sat on one, the clasp bar on the wall moving up or down depending on height, arm, and leg length. In my case the bar moved down as I was small. Once secured, Sam held my nose, telling me to open my mouth and stick my tongue right out. As soon as I did so, she attached two of the wicked little clamps on to the end of it. Their serrated teeth were very sharp, and bit deeply into the tender flesh of my tongue. It was very painful, but after a while it numbed a little and became a dull ache which made my mouth and chin hurt.

Sam proceeded to examine, first my nipples, then my vulva and vagina. She used a magnifying glass to see the extent of the damage caused by the clamps which had been placed on them the previous evening. I bucked as soon as she touched my hood, to expose my clitoris. ‘Don’t you dare move’, she said sharply, as she pinched my ass. I tried to keep still, but it was difficult. Sam used her fingertip to move the clit to one side then the other peering closely at it, whilst murmuring to herself. Each time she touched it I felt stabs of pain.

My pee-hole had similar treatment. She held up a small instrument for me to see. I hadn’t seen it before. It had small shiny pointed rounded ends which opened. I could feel its cold end being inserted into my urethra and immediately it was stretched open. It was very sore from the pepper which Brooke had rubbed into it. Sam used a pencil light to look inside. She inserted a clear speculum into my vagina, which held it wide open. I could feel the cool air of the Basement invade me, as she shone the light inside to look.

When she had finished, she put the instruments away in one of the cupboards, and left without saying a word, leaving me fastened on the bench, my clamped tongue sticking out from between my lips. I remained there for quite some time.

Eventually, it must have been well after breakfast, Brooke arrived, again dressed casually, with Linda who was naked except for her Guard and collar. They both surveyed me, before Brooke left, leaving Linda alone with me.

She had been given the task of seeing to me that morning. She began by examining me gently, clit, labia, pee-hole and vagina, but avoided looking at my face. She got all the materials, knelt and proceeded to clean me with the alcohol cleanser. It burned like hell. I screamed when she applied it to my clit and my pee-hole. As required, the bud was pushed right up and my arms and legs struggled against the clasps which held them firm, in an instinctive attempt to protect my most sensitive places.

When Linda had finished, she carefully applied salve all over my vulva and vagina. She remained kneeling after she had finished, and looked straight at me for the first time before looking down. ‘I’m sorry for last night’, she said, ‘I hope you understand’.

I wish I could have held her close. I understood her unique position in the House, knowing of her relationship with Brooke and Christine. They had been her mentors, and they sustained and gave her hope for the future. She had been torn between her loyalty to, and her fear of, them, and her feelings towards me.

I was unable to express my feelings to the girl in the condition I found myself in. Linda was still young, impressionable and vulnerable and had been through some terrible things in her short life. She was very pretty, beautiful even, and I didn’t have it in my heart to hold it against her. It was difficult to speak with the clamps on my tongue, but in garbled mumblings she got the sense of what I had to say. She leant over and kissed both my eyes, before getting up and leaving.

In due course Sam returned, I was released, and the tongue clamps removed. My tongue was numb for hours afterwards, and it was painful to eat and drink.

Inquisition

Not long afterwards, one Friday morning at the office, I received a text message from Anne. ‘Meet me at R***’s for a meal at 12.30’. I wondered what she wanted, and decided to join her during my lunch break. It was an expensive restaurant which I couldn’t afford to visit. I hoped she’d pay.

Anne was waiting for me, perusing the menu, dressed to kill, with a number of shopping bags next to her. She smiled, inviting me to sit beside her.

After we had chosen and ordered our meals, Anne spoke.

‘I’ve had a lovely morning’ she declared. ‘I decided to take the day off instead of going to the office, as I didn’t have any scheduled court appearances and appointments which couldn’t be cancelled. My secretary saw to it all. I’ve bought some lovely things’, indicating the bags to her side. ‘I wish you could have been with me, perhaps you could sneak the afternoon off, telling them you aren’t feeling well’.

‘I’d love to’, I replied, ‘but I haven’t cleared it with Brooke, and I’m afraid she’d find out’.

‘I didn’t clear it with the cruel little bitch either’, said Anne, by then digging into her food eagerly. ‘I dressed formally to leave the House this morning, taking my outfit with me in my shoulder bag. I changed in the ladies’ room at the department store in the mall. I’ll change back before I return this afternoon at the normal time. I’m really going to enjoy myself today’.

We ate the meal, and it was truly mouth watering, sharing an expensive bottle of white wine. Anne called for the bill, and placed her credit card on the plate. She said that she would visit the restroom after I had gone. My time was soon up, and I bade her goodbye making my way on foot back to my desk.

The following Friday Anne and I were summoned to the E & D room by Brooke. After my experience in the box, she had been unusually easy on me. She still called me her ‘favourite Puppy’ when training on the lawn. She didn’t seem to hold my relationship with Linda against me, as the girl still had a soft spot towards me and I to her. Brooke was intelligent enough to realise that I had learned my lesson, and not to allow Linda’s relationship with me interfere with her friendship with Brooke. They were to be in separate compartments.

We knelt before Brooke.

‘It is a rule of this House, that the House Mistress knows everything that goes on, not only here, but wherever the residents find themselves. My charges are expected to provide me with full details of their whereabouts at all times’.

Looking straight at the kneeling Anne she asked, ‘Where were you last Friday?’ I could sense Anne reddening under the girl’s intimidating gaze. I kept looking straight ahead, concentrating on keeping my tits out and my shoulders back, hoping that this was a matter just between the two.

‘I went to the office, but found that my engagements had been cancelled at short notice, and I had some urgent shopping to do, Miss’, Anne told her.

‘Was there any reason why you couldn’t have informed me by text?’ Brooke enquired firmly.

‘I’m sorry, I completely forgot, Miss’, said Anne.

‘Did you go to your office at all?’

Anne hesitated, wondering if she dared lie directly to Brooke, ‘No, Miss, I spoke to my secretary who told me that I had no engagements, so I did a little shopping instead’.

Brooke turned to the table behind her and picked up some sheets of paper. She gave one to Anne, another to me, and kept the third. I held in my hand a copy of Anne’s credit card statement detailing the many expensive purchases she had made that day, including the meal at the restaurant’.

Anne turned bright red as she looked at it.

‘You did quite a bit of ‘urgent’ shopping, didn’t you?’ she said sarcastically.

Brooke turned to me and gazed directly into my eyes. When she did that it was very intimidating. I never fathomed how a young slip of a girl could have that effect on grown women. She made me cringe.

‘Did you know about this?’

‘Yes Miss’, I confessed.

‘And you didn’t think to tell me about it?’ she asked.

‘No Miss’, I replied lowering my eyes, as a child who has misbehaved does when confronted by its parents.

She took the statements from us, fastened leashes to our collars, and led us crawling, through to her sitting room. We knelt facing the large screen TV on the wall, with Brooke standing beside us. The screen came to life showing two women sitting at a restaurant table. Anne and I had been captured on the establishment’s security cameras. Anne dressed in her expensive finery surrounded by shopping bags from the city’s top stores, and me in my office clothes. Our smiling faces clearly visible as we chatted whilst we ate and sipped our wine. Fortunately for Anne, there was no sound recording.

Brooke turned the TV off, and moved to stand in front of Anne.

‘Did you not leave and return here in your office clothes?’ she enquired.

‘Yes Miss’ mumbled Anne.

‘Please explain to me why you were dressed differently at the restaurant’.

Anne haltingly told of her subterfuge with the clothes and her decision to deceive Brooke. The woman was almost sobbing. She fell and kissed Brooke’s shoes, begging her forgiveness. I was stunned at how the middle aged Anne, the high-flying city attorney, grovelled to a petite nineteen year old former orphanage girl who had never attended university or had a proper job.

With Anne at her feet Brooke turned to me and asked,

‘Seniors are responsible for their Juniors. Did you tell your Junior to inform me about how she spent the day?’

‘No Miss’ I answered.

‘Seniority carries responsibility’, she said in a serious tone.

‘Do you think you acted responsibly on this occasion?’

‘No Miss’

‘Do you think there should be consequences for your action or inaction?

‘Yes Miss’, I replied ruefully, wondering what those consequences might entail.

‘Whose fault is the greater, yours or Anne’s?’ she asked.

‘Mine Miss’, I answered meekly.

‘I agree’, said Brooke, ‘but you both have disappointed me’.

I will consider what steps are appropriate in these circumstances. She led us into the hall, unfastened our leashes and dismissed us.

As we made our way to our rooms my heart was pounding, not knowing what the future held in store for me. Anne too was silent. In my room we pondered together.

‘I’m sorry, it seems I’ve got us both into a lot of trouble’, she said. ‘I wish I hadn’t been so stupid now. I wonder how she found out’.

‘Have you accessed your credit card account from the laptop here, and had you given Brooke all your passwords?’ I asked.

‘Of course’, said Anne, ‘but I didn’t think she’d bother to see what I’ve been spending my money on. She must’ve approached the restaurant management for the security camera coverage. I wonder if Dave has contacts there’.

We never resolved that mystery because Brooke didn’t enlighten us.  However, the incident highlighted the power that the Company had over us.

We wondered what Brooke intended to do about it. I had never seen her so serious.

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To be continued....