Tonya

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

Writing as

Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire

ã October 2003

   

Part I – In Pursuit of Happiness

 

"Do you have a few minutes, maid, I'd like to talk with you?" I turned to see that I'd been address by a bearded gentleman. He was about forty, fifteen years older than I and had a neatly trimmed goatee and small moustache.

"Yes, sir," I curtseyed. Hooking his finger over the wrist chain of my working chains, I let him lead me to the kitchen.

"Sit please?" he tended a chair for me then sat next to me.

"I was told you call yourself Tanya?" It was a question.

"My name is Tonya, with an 'o', sir." He smiled and repeated my name, pronouncing it properly.

"I'm James Burns.

"I've been watching you all evening. To be frank, you fascinate me, Tonya. I'll be straight to the point, would you consider being my slave girl? Our hostess told me that was your ultimate goal when I asked Sherry about you."

I laughed, "You don't mess around with small talk, do you sir?

"I was hoping to find a mistress, sir, not a master."

He smiled in return. "Hear me out. You needn't decide tonight, Tonya.

"First, please confirm you are not a female?" I grimaced.

"I certainly hope that someone told you that and you didn't figure it out, James." Addressing him as 'Jim, just didn't seem right. "It's correct that I wasn't born with a female anatomy, but I do have a female brain. I try very hard to present myself properly."

"And you do a very good job of it too." He bushed his hand across my chin and felt my breast to confirm that I'd no facial hair and it was real. "No, I don't think I'd ever have guessed you were other than a very pretty girl, if I hadn't been told.

"I had the hair in my crotch removed too. I'd prefer if you don't take liberties with my body … at this time, sir. I'll answer your questions."

"Tonya, what I'd like is a slave girl like you."

"You want a bondage maid?" I questioned.

"Bondage, yes – maid, no. I already own a maid.

"I'd like a doll to play with; someone I can dress and mold into the images I'd like to see."

"I'm not following you, James?"

"I'd like a trophy. Think about super athletes or celebrities and the women they are seen with…"

"You asked me about my gender. Why was confirmation of that important, sir?"

"That you project female more than any other here tonight, excites me," was his answer at the time. I chose not to pursue it further then.

*****

Sir James, as I'm required to refer to him, greeted me in the driveway of his secluded home in eastern Connecticut when I arrived the following weekend for a visit. I'd had to call on my cell phone for the iron gates to be opened, so he was aware of my arrival.

"You've a beautiful home, sir." I said as I swung my chained, booted ankles from the care and accepted his hand to help me to stand. It was a large two story, ivy covered, stone house with a slate roof and leaded windows set on several hundred acres of woods and pastures.

"Thank you. How was your trip?"

"Uneventful – the best kind," I quipped.

"Come inside, Holly can get your luggage later. I'm sure you'd like to freshen up." Needing to pee, I allowed him to escort me through the front door.

"Powder room is down the hall, first door on the right." The array of bondage toys on the coffee table couldn't be ignored anymore than the ankle cuffs I'd locked on before starting my drive.

My black PVC outfit crinkled and popped as I maneuvered in the bathroom. Sir James had sent me the black mini dress with its sewn-in gloves and the six-inch heeled thigh boots along with the gorgeous leather corset and tight rubber thong I wore under it. The dress was locked on. As much as I wanted the large plug out of my arse, it was there to stay until he unlocked the chain holding it secure.

"Better," he smiled.

"Yes, thank you sir." I curtseyed.

"You look gorgeous in that outfit, Tonya. It becomes you," he complimented.

"Thank you for buying it for me, Sir." I curtseyed.

"Come in the other room, we'll have a drink to celebrate your arrival before we begin the grand tour." In his hands was a pair of handcuffs and a wide collar. He waited until I was seated on the high stool before the bar before asking my permission to lock these on me.

Sir James motioned my hands in front and grinned as they ratcheted about my gloved wrists. The stiff leather collar forced me to lift my chin somewhat when he pressed it to my throat.

"May I tighten this another notch? I want you to be constantly aware of it, but do not wish to hurt you."

"May I get used to it this way before you tighten it please?" I asked. He did the buckles then closed the two locks. A chain leash was locked to the front ring; its other end had been locked to a ring bolt under the bar top.

"What would you like to drink, pet?" I was asked. Sir James poured me a Scotch and water then a glass of Chivas Regal^® for himself.

"To an enjoyable week, Tonya," he toasted as our glasses clicked together.

"May you find me pleasing, sir?"

"I already do.

"Were you nervous driving here with your ankle chains and wearing what you've on?" he asked.

"Yes," I smiled, "especially at the toll booths, but it was more from the makeup you asked me to wear than my attire. I was lucky a cop didn't pull me over and I didn't have to stop for gas."

"Would having to fill the tank have embarrassed you, Tonya?" At the party, he had told me a little of what I might expect, if I agreed to his offer. Displaying me publicly was high on the list of plans.

"Do you have to ask, sir? I expect that what I'm wearing now might be conservative compared to what you plan in my future if I agree to this." His broad grin answered my question.

Sir James took out a pack of cigarettes, my brand, then a foot-long ebony and silver holder. With the cigarette fitted in the end, it was placed to my red lips then lit.

"I told you, I'd allow you to smoke. From now on use the holder I just gave you, Tonya." He lit one of his own for himself.

"Thank you, sir."

"I'm sure you'd like to know some of what I plan for you this week." I nodded. "Most of it will be surprises, but I'll tell you what you are in for tomorrow.

"I'll have you dressed attractively then take you to be ringed. After that, you've an appointment for a makeover; hair, makeup and nails." Sir James told me that I'd seldom have any say about what I'd wear or how I was expected to appear or the things I was to do; these would be for him to decide. I knew that frequent trips to a beauty parlor were in my future.

"Where do you plan to ring me, sir?" I was curious.

"There is a body shop about twenty-miles from my farm, Tonya," he was teased me.

"You know that is not what I want to know. Where are the rings going to be in my body?

"Your nipples will be done first, but that's all I'll tell you now.

"Stand up, I'll give you the tour."

"If you still want to tighten my collar, it's OK, sir."

"Thank you." He went behind me, removed the two padlocks and pulled it tighter. I could barely move my head

"Should my hands be behind, sir? I'll probably not need them for a while."

"You are right. Good girl." I was led from the room on the leash. We climbed the stairs to the second floor then another staircase to the attic.

"I've not acquired everything needed for you yet, but I'll tell you my plans." We were in a dimly lit hallway with several closed doors on either side. "This floor is for you, if you decide to stay, Tonya."

The first door he opened revealed a room equipped like dungeon, but decorated in pastels with baby-print wallpaper and soft pastel colors to look like a child's nursery. There was a steel crib fitted with a barred lid, a high playpen that could also be closed to keep me inside. If he wanted to pretend that these were other than secure cages, it really didn't matter. The heavy 'high chair' was a bondage chair, with stocks for my ankles, clamps for my hands and arms and an assortment of heavy straps. I guessed the table with bondage accessories attached was a changing table, but didn't question that. Children's toys, stuffed animals and dolls were neatly stored in one corner.

"Any questions?" he asked.

"I hope I don't get diaper rash," I joked. "No, not at this time."

A school classroom was next to my nursery. "Several friends have volunteered to be your teachers and I've one lined up as a governess. Don't worry - they are all attractive women. I'll not allow any other men up here."

"Thank you, sir."

"This is your bathroom." It was large with gold brocaded wallpaper, pearlescent fixtures and gold hardware. He positioned me between the toilet and bidet where my leash was locked to a wall ring.

"If I permitted you to ask, you probably want that plug out." Sir James put on surgical gloves then lifted my skirt and tucked it under my arms. The tight rubber thong was pulled down to my ankles.

Before unlocking the chain, Sir James carefully examined my hairless crotch, which caused me start to swell.

"I'll measure you for your chastity belt before I put you to bed tonight. Until it is locked on, I want you to promise me you'll not play with this.

"Ouch! That hurts!" I protested when he painfully squeezed my balls.

"That is just a mild sample. You will not want what I'll do here if you disobey that request." I yelped when he squeezed me again.

Sir James unlocked the crotch chain from my plug and together we forced the large plug out of my rectum. I was guided first over the toilet then to the bidet. Before wiping and washing me, he cleaned the plug and set it on the vanity. The chain was relocked between my thighs and my dress was restored.

I was shown my gorgeous bedroom. The bathroom was the only way into it; there was no doorway leading to the hall. It was a large room and elegantly appointed with the centerpiece being a huge canopied bed surrounded by net curtains. At the opposite end was a very large closet then only holding a few garments hanging on the rods.

The bedroom was the only one on that floor with windows. I expected the bars on them.

"This is your gym, Tonya. You will be put on a strict exercise program and I've retained a trainer for you." I made a face.

"You told me that I could expect to be corseted and in high heels most of the time, sir. Are you going to force me to exercise wearing them too?"

"Of course," he grinned.

The last room we entered on the top floor was my private dungeon complete with another cage smaller than the two in my nursery, suspension hoist and more whips and other equipment than I'd ever seen in one place before. That display in my personal dungeon was minimal compared to what was available in the basement's main dungeon.

Sir James took me down to the second floor where I was shown the guest rooms and his suite. Another cage was waiting for me at the foot of his bed.

"Good afternoon, sir," a pretty uniformed maid greeted us in the kitchen.

"And a good afternoon to you, Holly. How are your parents?"

"They are just fine, sir. Thank you for permitting me to visit them. They were very happy to see me and we'd a very enjoyable visit.

"Mom was a bit upset about my collar and cuffs, but Daddy was kewl with them. He joked that I'd finally found a man who could tame me." Holly wore a steel collar and wrist cuffs. There were no visible locks and I'd learn later that they were welded on her to make them permanent.

"Holly, this is Tonya, with an 'o'.

"Tonya, my maid, Holly."

We both curtseyed and said, 'hello'.

"She's pretty, sir. I find it hard to believe she's a guy." I wanted to hide.

"Holly! That is the very last time you will make mention of what I told you about Tonya!" he was sharp!

"Confirm it yourself." Sir James lifted the front of my brief skirt. Holly didn't hesitate to lower my panties and examine my plumbing. "That's enough. There will be plenty of time to play with her later, but I order you to never mention it again!"

"Yes, Sir James," she curtseyed.

"Are these real?" she asked while feeling my breasts through the soft plastic.

"Yes," I said when she looked at me for the answer.

I was taken back to the bar where he chained me again and relocked my hands in front.

"Are your car keys in your purse, Tonya?" He took them out and instructed his maid to put my car in the garage, place my luggage up to my bedroom and unpack it.

"Would you like another drink?"

"Please?" He mixed one and set it before me.

"I have some things to attend to. I'll be gone an hour or so. Just sit there until I return."

Quickly, I became bored. I was smoking another cigarette when Holly came in forty minutes later with a plate of cheese, crackers and pepperoni.

"I fixed you snack." The plate was placed on the bar then she fixed herself a drink.

"May I have a another, please?" I asked.

"Sure, Tonya." Holly refilled my glass then sat on the stool next to me.

"How long are you staying?" I was asked.

"A week."

She laughed. "Careful, it's addictive. I'll bet you stay a lot longer than that."

"Sir James said that will be my choice," I stated defensively.

"Don't get uptight. Trust me. I came for a three-day weekend. That was two years ago. Yesterday and today were the first days I've left the grounds without having to be back before my curfew. You'll want to stay, you'll see."

"Do you know what he plans for me, Holly?" My curiosity was getting the better of me.

Her red fingernail ran up the links of my leash. "Only that when I have you, I've been ordered to never let you off your leash or otherwise restrained. You are to never ask me to release you and if you do, I'm to both report you and punish you.

"You'll be asked to make the decision at the end of your agreed stay, but not permitted to change anything before then.

"I do know that you'll be ringed tomorrow, but other than a few holes, nothing permanent will be done to you while you're here this week."

Holly placed a cracker between my lips. "No more questions about that sort of stuff. Just be pleasantly surprised and enjoy your experiences here.

"It's part of my job to pamper you, so relax and enjoy yourself.

"I've got to attend to dinner." Holly left the room.

Sir James was gone longer than the hour he'd told me. Holly, wearing a much shorter uniform, came back and unlocked my leash. She gave it a sight tug and waited until I'd stood.

"Bring your purse." She led me to the powder room then the dining room.

The tablecloth had been folded back, reveling that the table had been separated and there was a circular cut out destined for my collared neck. "Kneel down then crawl in the cage, Tonya." Once I was on my hands and knees, I saw the heavy, steel mesh enclosure beneath the separation and the hole. "When you get in, stick you head up on top." I did as I was told and faced the head of the table. With one hand on my forehead, Holly positioned me then pushed the tabletop with her thighs until it latched. She then crawled under the table and reached around me to unlock the handcuffs.

Guessing that she'd been told to fasten my hands behind. I didn't wait to be told. "Palm to palm, Tonya." As soon as I'd complied, the maid tightly strapped my wrists together. "Let's see if you touch your elbows?" I tried.

"Ouch!" I complained. "Loosen it a little please?" Holly had circled them with a strap then jerked on it until they actually touched.

"What did I tell you about asking to be released? Quiet now. You'll get used to it." I felt my fingers enter a pouch that turned out to be a leather single glove. After doing the straps over my shoulders and buckling them, Holly laced the glove tightly. She tightened the shoulder straps once the glove had been laced.

"Lift your feet." The door on the small cage closed to press the heels on my boots into my cheeks and hold them there once it locked with all my weight supported on the points of my knees.

"Unless you want to be gag fed, I strongly recommend that you pretend that you are quite comfortable and everything is fine, Tonya. Don't show it on your face or dare to vocalize your discomfort." She stretched the elastic edge of the hole in the tablecloth then arranged it about my neck once it was lowered in place and arranged my hair with her fingers.

"I've been in your little cage more often than I wanted to be. I'm happy to turn it over to you, but do not think for a minute, that I've not experienced a lot of what you are going to experience." She set the table for one before me.

"I've got to make you more uncomfortable now. No complaining." She held an eyedropper over my left eye and deposited a couple of drops there and did the same to my right eye. "That's a relaxant. It lasts a couple of hours." What she did next was to insert a frame of very thin wire under my eyelids into each of my eyes to hold them open.

"I'll periodically moisten your eye balls as you'll not be able to blink. Sir stated that you'd look attractive with a wide-eyed stare and I must agree." Holly set my purse on the table and searched it until she found my mascara. She used it to add a lot to my natural and thick false lashes, thickening and lengthening them then glossed my lips.

"When you do your makeup, you need to apply much more." Holly's lashes were heavily coated with mascara.

"Good evening, Tonya." Sir James had dressed formally in a tuxedo.

"Good evening, sir." I smiled.

"I normally do not dine so lavishly, but asked Holly to prepare a special feast to celebrate your arrival this evening."

The maid poured a goblet of champagne. "To us. May you always find happiness?" He touched the rim to my lips and tilted it so I could sip.

"May you be pleased with me?" I uttered.

"I do not think that will be very hard at all," he grinned.

Holly placed a tossed salad before him. "Do you have any food allergies or dietary restrictions that I show know of?"

"No, sir."

"Any dislikes, Tonya?"

"I'm not fond of hot and spicy food," I answered. He just nodded.

He placed a small amount of salad in my mouth.

We talked, mostly about me, while sharing the delicious lobster dinner and sipping the champagne. Sir James would place small bits of food in my mouth each time before taking some for himself.

"You did very well, Tonya," he complimented me once we'd completed our supper. "Others who have been in your place weren't smiling prettily at the end of their first meal in my table. Nearly all were complaining before the salad was eaten." I just smiled. I was very uncomfortable and had forced myself to follow Holly's advice and not show it.

"Do you want the frames out of your eyes or wear them until bedtime?"

"Honestly, I'd prefer them out, sir."

"Holly?" The maid came over and gently removed them.

"Thank you for an honest answer, Tonya. Please never lie to me or tell me only what you think I want to hear." Sir James stood and left the room. I had to wait until Holly had cleared the table to be released. With the single glove still applied, she led me upstairs to his suite and placed me to sit close to him on the couch.

"Would you like a drink, Tonya?" she asked.

"No, thank you. I've had enough. May I have a cigarette, please?' Sir James nodded. Holly took one from my purse, fitted it in the holder and placed that in my lips. She then moved an ashtray within reach and lit it for me.

"Mind your ashes, Tonya," she cautioned before curtseying and leaving us alone.

Sir James sat quietly with a small smile until I finished the cigarette. He removed the holder from my lips and put it out.

"Just let me know if you'd like another.

"You look very uncomfortable. Why not see if you can find a better position?" he suggested. I asked permission before curling my legs up under me on the cushions. The leash had been fastened behind the couch, making the maneuver more difficult for me.

"Do you think you could sleep with all you are wearing?"

"That would depend if I may sleep on a bed or locked in a cage, sir."

"On a bed," he chuckled.

"Yes, I think I could."

"I admire you," a broad grin filled his face. Sir James began to lightly stroke my left breast.

"If you want to take those out and play with them, I'll not stop you," I teased and inched myself forward to press into his hand.

"May I remind you that you are in no position to stop me?"

"I know, but isn't it better to have my permission than just take what you want? I do understand that there may be times when you will force me to do something I really don't want, but…" His finger closed my lips then returned to my nipple.

"Let us not discuss those." His strong arms lifted me and turned me about until I was resting the back of my head on his chest.

"That's better. Now I can use both hands." I stretched my chained and booted feet over the opposite arm of the couch. He fondled and squeezed until I was writhing.

"Sit up." I was pushed until I was. With the handle of the leash in his hand, he stood. I got up in response to a gentle tug and was led to the toilet in his bathroom.

"Are you putting me to bed now?" I asked.

"Yes, you'll sleep with me tonight." Contrary to what he'd asked of me earlier, the single glove was removed and he helped me out of my dress.

"Remove your makeup and do whatever else is needed while I get ready for bed." The chain on my collar was locked to the vanity before he went in his bedroom.

"You are still quite attractive without your paint," he complimented. I was dressed in a sheer white silk, baby doll top over my corset, stockings and boots.

"Get in the bed," I was told.

"How do you want my arms?" I rolled on my belly and crossed my wrists behind.

"Hugging me. There will be plenty of bondage in your future, just not tonight." Sir James locked my leash to the headboard, got in bed and turned out the lights.

I was positioned to lie on my side using his shoulder as a pillow with my arm across his chest. "Go to sleep," he told me.

The collar was the biggest hindrance to getting a goodnight's sleep, but I was sleeping soundly when Holly shook me awake in the morning. Her fingers covered my lips and motioned with her head that I was to get up. Holly had my things and led me upstairs to my bathroom.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked as I was stripped naked.

"Well enough thank you. Good morning, Holly."

"Good morning. Remember, if I come to fetch you from master's bed or even the cage there, don't speak and try not to awaken him."

"Use the toilet then start taking a bath while I get your outfit ready."

"What? You aren't going to chain me so I don't escape?" I stated with mock surprise. Holly just smiled and went in the bedroom.

When I turned the water on, a smaller nozzle automatically added fragrant bath oils and bubble bath solution. The room filled with perfume. Holly stuck her head in.

"Don't get your hair wet," I was told.

Hearing the tub start to drain, Holly entered and held up a huge towel for me. Retrieving my rubber panty that I'd draped over the curtain rod after I'd washed it, she dried it too then held it for my to step into.

"I still find it hard to believe you're a guy," she commented, with her hand in my panty to tuck everything back between my legs.

"Well, just think of me as a girl."

I was handed a white corset. Together, we got it clasped then she took the slack out of the laces and started tighten it. She dressed me in the PVC thigh boots again, with a sheer white blouse and tight, black rubber mini skirt.

"Just a minimal about of makeup this morning. You'll be going to a salon after you're ringed.

I wore no restraints; not even a collar, when she escorted me to the dining room. The table was set for two. "Just stand behind your chair until Sir James allows you to sit, Tonya," Holly instructed.

I enjoyed a pleasant breakfast and chatted lightly with my future master.

"For today, you will be without any bondage," I was informed, "however, you'll be blind."

"You have permission to talk today. The only things I'd prefer you not discuss are where you are, what is happening around you or being done to you. I also do not wish to hear you complain, of any sort or ask what time it is. Do you think you can manage that?"

"I will try. May I ask things, like permission to use the toilet or for a glass of water?"

"Certainly."

Holly put the drops in my eyes then inserted a pair of bight blue contacts that took away my vision. I'm sure I looked a lot different; because my long hair is dark brunette and I've matching brown eyes.

"I know the lenses might not fit right and you aren't used to wearing contacts. Let me know if you need more drops in your eyes," Sir James instructed.

"What is the best way for me to guide you?" he asked.

"You told me that you are 'into' public bondage. Since I can't see their reactions, the leash will work for me." He hugged me in response.

"We are going the get along just fine. Today I don't want you in bondage. Suggest another way?"

I moved on his left side where I lifted his forearm then placed mine around his elbow and rested my hand on top of his forearm. "I think that this is how other blind girls do it. Try to guide me by moving your arm where you want me to go. I moved his about as I instructed. "Left, right, step down, step up. It would help if you said things like 'curb', 'steps' and how many or advise me of an obstacle I need to step over."

I was handed my purse and placed the strap over my right shoulder then took his arm again.

Neither of us had any experience with what we were doing. Before we were out of the room, Sir James unthinkingly guided me to bump into the wall beside the doorway. "I think you need to advise of doors and such," I giggled.

"Stairs, three, down," he said before we descended from the front porch. We walked without problems to the detached garage and entered the side door. I heard the car door being opened. Sir James placed my hand on it.

"Can you get in by yourself or will you need more help from me, Tonya?"

"Let me try. Just be there to catch me if I stumble." The car felt and smelled differently than others I'd been in. I didn't know until later that I was in a Rolls Royce. Fastening my safety belt was a bit of a challenge.

"It a beautiful day for a drive," he said.

"I'll have to take your word for it," I grinned.

"I must tell you, this is going to take me a bit of time to get used to, Sir."

"I've the time, if you do," was his reply.

Once we'd parked, he tended my door and offered his arm when I groped to find it. "Steps, two, up … Door."

"Good morning," a female said. I had been briefed and we'd rehearsed during the drive.

"Hi, I'm Tonya. This is my husband, Jim." I offered my hand with a smile, to shake and not having any idea if she was near.

"Tonya, is blind," Sir James, softly explained.

"Oh." I felt her lightly touch my hand.

"I'd like my nipples pierced and ring placed here." I touched my septum. "Please show me rings for them?"

"They are in the case to your left, Jim." Sir James told me later in the car that she seemed totally bewildered and ill at ease with how to deal with a blind customer. He guided me until my abdomen touched the counter.

"I like to see stainless steel, please?" I requested. I heard her open the case and place something before me. Moving my hand, I found a tray with rings. "These all have beads. I'd like the ones that look like they are solid rings."

The tray was replaced and I started to feel the display. "This one is right for my nose." I set a ring about an inch in diameter on the counter top.

"That's eighteen karat gold. I thought you wanted stainless steel?"

"Didn't you hear my husband tell you I'm blind? I can't see." I spoke calmly.

"Sorry, you're the first blind customer I ever had. How's this?" She placed a ring in my hand.

"Yes, that will be fine.

"What do you think, Jim?"

"Your choice," he answered. "Pick your nipple rings."

I felt all the rings in the tray. None were as large as he'd told me he wanted.

"Do you have any that are bigger than this one?" I held the largest I'd felt.

"No, that's the biggest unless you want a bead."

"Get that, Tonya. I know a site where I you can get them on the Internet. I'll order them for you."

"You know I hate buying anything there, Jim. I want to see what I'm getting first," I pouted. Purposefully, I used 'see' instead of 'feel' and similar phrases.

"Alright, but if I don't like them, you'll get me ones I do like," I added.

I was given to the female to be taken in back while Sir James stayed in the show room; something I was totally unprepared for.

"Sit in the chair," she let go of my hand, "while I get set up." I just stood still and heard her move about the room. "Didn't you hear me? Sit in the chair."

"I heard you perfectly. I'm totally blind and cannot see where you want me to sit." Seemingly annoyed, she grasped my biceps and rather roughly placed me in the chair that felt like one my barber had when I was a child.

"Unbutton your blouse!" she snapped. I tolerated her rudeness and did.

I thought her handling of me was totally inexcusable, but there was nothing to gain by pointing this out at the time it was occurring. She just grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the chair once the three rings were in place and pulled me out front. I started to cry when I slammed into the doorframe as she drug me behind.

"That one hundred fifty-nine dollars with tax."

Sir James said nothing until he was behind the wheel. "I'm sorry, Tonya."

"For what?" I harshly demanded while feeling for tissues in my purse.

"I was there earlier in the week to discuss things with the owner. He is very pleasant."

"It is comforting to know you didn't set me up for that encounter with the bitch. I hope my next ordeal is a bit less disturbing."

"I can almost guarantee it will be. I took the beautician who'll be working on you to lunch and explicitly explained what you wanted. Rosie is a very pleasant woman."

"I hope you're right. I don't need to go through what I just did again."

When he parked, I requested the eye drops. The contacts were irritating me.

"Hello, Mary," he said. Judging by the sounds I was in a very busy and crowded salon.

"Hello, Mr. Burns.

"Mary, this is my wife, Tonya."

"Hello, Tonya." I returned her greeting.

"You're early for your appointment. It's going to be at least an hour before Rosie can take you." I started to panic.

"I trust you will look after my wife. As I told Rosie, I've an appointment and I'm already late." Sir James placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me. The full kiss on my lips took me totally by surprise.

"I'll try not to be late and will pick you up at five, dear.

"We'll settle her bill then, OK, Mary?"

"No problem, Mr. Burns. Well take good care of your wife until then." Sir James squeezed my hand then let go.

"I see you in six hours, dear."

I stood frozen and in shock!

"Tonya, we are rather busy on Saturdays. Come stand over here." Mary took my hand and gently tugged me to move to my left. "There aren't any seats."

I was very upset that I was totally on my own and so helpless. I'm sure everyone was staring at the blind girl with a ring in her nose and her newly ringed breasts displayed beneath the sheer white blouse.

"Mary?" I spoke, hoping she would hear me.

"Yes, Tonya?"

"I'll wait just outside."

"OK."

I moved slowly with my hands outstretched towards where I guessed the door was and bumped into another customer.

"Watch where you are going!" an elderly voice brusquely admonished.

"I apologize, ma'am."

Someone touched my arm causing me to pull it back. "I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Nonsense, " a young female voice said. "Take my arm. We'll wait outside together." Her elbow nudged me. I placed my hand on her forearm

"I'm Sara Applegate."

"Tonya Michaels," I replied.

I fumbled in my purse, "Thank you for helping me in there, Sara. I didn't expect to have to stand."

"Four others were too," she told me. "I'd have thought someone might have given you their chair."

"I should know better then to make an appointment on a Saturday. It's Jim's birthday today and as my present, I agreed to have the makeover he's been wanting. We'll be going out to dinner when he picks me up."

Fitting a cigarette in the holder I sensed my hands were trembling as I tried to light it. Sara steadied them and guided the flame.

"Thank you. Jim usually does that for me."

"You'd find it a lot easier without the holder."

"My husband says it turns him on. It's the least I can do for him. He's more than a girl like me deserves."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Well, how many wonderful men do you know who would accept a girl like me for their wife?

"I'm pretty hopeless doing household chores. I can't tell if the floors are clean or not, but I try. That's all he wants – for me to try.

"I do not expect special treatment, just to be treated equally," I offered.

"Good for you. Far to many of my patients won't."

"Your patients?" I questioned.

"I'm a councilor at the River View Center?"

"I don't live near here," I explained my ignorance.

"It's an institute for the physically impaired. Only a few of our patients are visually impaired."

I laughed. "The word is 'blind'." After spelling it, I stated, "I think all the politically correct jargon is crap! A girl that needs glasses to focus is 'impaired'. If she can't distinguish noon from midnight, like me, she is blind."

"You've a point, but some are more comfortable with the new terms."

We changed the subject and talked about other things until Sara was called in.

"Just a sec'," I felt Sara's hands in my purse.

"Here, your last one, for now." She handed me the holder with a lit cigarette and didn't wait for my thanks before I heard her go inside.

It seemed much more than an hour before I heard my beautician call me.

"Hi, Tonya. I apologize for keeping you waiting so long. I'm Rosie."

"Hello, Rosie." I was taken to the shampoo area where she fitted the cape and checked my head for bobbie pins and such, before washing my hair.

It was really different and strange being worked on by a complete stranger I couldn't even see. Over the course of several hours, my hair was colored and styled, my eyebrows were waxed, I was given very long acrylic nails and my makeup completely removed then reapplied much heavier then I'd ever done it before.

At the start, Rosie commented on my new nose ring and I explained I'd just gotten it as a birthday present for my husband and she dropped it.

I went outside again to wait for Sir James, I'd only time to smoke one cigarette before I heard him at my side. I jumped out of my skin as he'd just exited the salon when he said, "You look absolutely fantastic, Tonya."

Once in the car, I was given a kiss, but just a light touch of his lips on mine. "Mmm…" I murmured, "you can have more, if you want."

"I don't want to mess your makeup. You look fantastic.

"What type of food do you especially like; I'm taking you to dinner?"

"Sir, my eyes are really irritated. May I please have these contacts out?" I asked.

"The idea of you being helpless and blind really excites me."

"I know. It does for me too, but my eyes hurt a lot and have been for the past hour or so. I'll do whatever you'd like, but please take them out first?"

I heard him sigh, but he did pull over and park. Very gently, he helped me take them out. Seeing the inch and a half curved claws on my fingertips, all polished black with the exception of my left ring finger, which was chrome, was the first indication of how I might look.

"Thank you. That's much better. First chance you have, make an appointment with an optometrist to get me a set that fits properly then I can keep them in longer and you can do what you want with me."

"Thank you, Tonya." He grinned while closely looking over the new me.

"You're eyes would look good green, I think."

"I saw an advertisement once for 'cat eyes' with vertical slits for pupils. What would you think of those? They go with these claws." I raised my hand and moved it as if clawing his face.

"Perfect," he chuckled.

He resumed the drive. "So, tell me what type of dinner you'd like."

"Steak would be nice. I like mine bloody rare."

"A girl with my own tastes," he replied. "There is a nice place close to home that does beef to perfection."

As we rode, I resisted the temptation to take out my compact to see what had been done to me. I decided to wait until I could use the restroom at the restaurant.

"You're nose ring is very attractive. I'm very pleased with the size you selected and where she positioned it.

"I'm sure it's going to attract a lot of attention," I smiled, but wasn't looking forward to being stared at like I was positive was going to happen. Just dressed as I was would easily cause that.

My reflection in the glass door of the restaurant before Sir James pulled it open for me was my first indication. I looked like a punk rocker from the eighties with black tipped platinum spiked hair.

Two women twice my age provided my next impression; one gasped and her companion exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

My urgent need to empty my bladder allowed me only time to glance at the mirror as I passed. I too was a bit shocked! Putting up with the irritating contacts a while longer might have allowed me to get used to my appearance in private before making a public spectacle.

I've already described my new hair as spiked; really wild looking. Thick, long false lashes surrounded my eyes and lots of black mascara enhanced them. She had used black patent eyeliner to rim them and had drawn the lines in sweeping arcs to my temples and half way down the sides of my nose then used it in the crease and to outline my purple patent lips and enhance my nearly non-existent thin eyebrows.

Purple shadow blended to lilac then white, just like my lips were colored, drew more attention to my eyes. A charcoal blush completed my bizarre face with the shiny ring bobbing from the tip of my nose.

After seeing my appearance in the sheer blouse, tight micro skirt and patent thigh boots, the Maitre d seated us quickly in a far corner of the dining room. Shortly after that the room lights were dimmed. I was thankful for that.

As Sir James had predicted, the chateaubriand was excellent and we had a wonderful meal that passed without untoward incident.

"Shall be go to a club, Tonya?" he asked as I entered the car.

"May I have a little time to get used to me, before going out again?"

"Certainly. Let me tell you about your day tomorrow.

"Holly will awaken you at six o'clock and help you dress and fix your makeup. I want it to look exactly as it does now."

"I understand, but I don't have any cosmetics to do that, Sir."

"Yes you do. I bought what is needed when I settled your bill this afternoon.

"We'll have breakfast together at eight. I'm expecting your governess to arrive at nine and you will be placed in Allison's care."

"Exactly what do you expect of me?" I asked.

"I've retained Miss Alexander to oversee your training and development. I'll leave the details up to her, but I'll tell you the goals I've established. I want you to walk very gracefully en-point in ballet shoes and boots and have the strength and stamina to allow you to remain on your feet the entire day and evening.

"Further, I want your waist reduced considerably, but will await her recommendation for how small it should be. No matter, I want your torso to have a stem waist.

"In your school room, your instructors will strive to improve your deportment, mannerisms and etiquette. They will work to develop your social skills to become an excellent conversationalist in a variety of diverse social situations with people that span everything from a fanatic sports fan at the local bar up to corporate giants and high government officials.

"I'm sure I'll be a memorable guest at the British Ambassador's birthday party with my hair like this and a ring in my nose," I joked.

"I'm sure you will, Tonya. That's the whole point and the skill level I want you to develop. I want you to be a comfortable fit, despite how you look and I have you dressed."

"I doubt I'll be comfortable in a rubber micro-dress with a tiny stem waist and ballet boots, sir."

"Still, that is the goal I want you to reach."

"Understand. Tell me about the nursery scene."

"There will be many times during your training that you'll prefer to spend a few days there rather then going on a twenty-mile hike carrying a full pack." I saw he was grinning at me as the on coming lights illuminated the car.

"On my toes, I suppose?"

"Precisely."

"Holly, attend to Tonya and put her to bed, please?" he said and passed the large bag, presumably my new makeup, to the maid to carry.

I moved to face him and opened my arms for an embrace. "It won't matter if you ruin my makeup now." We kissed good night for several minutes.

"I love your new look, especially this." The tip of Holly's nail touched my nose ring as she removed my makeup.

"My nails are going to take some time to get used to."

"I'm certain your right, but that's why I'm here to help you do things you can't right for yourself now.

"Use the bathroom then I'll put you to bed, Tonya."

"I think I can do that, thanks, Holly." She laughed.

"You don't know how you will be expected to sleep yet."

Holly was prepared when I emerged from my bathroom. "Lie on your back so I can diaper you; you'll not be able to use the toilet during the night.

"We'll see if one disposable is enough." I was powdered and she taped it tightly in place and covered the diaper with a plastic panty.

"Sit up, please?" I was fitted with a neck brace then we worked my hands and arms into the inside sleeves of the heavy rubber body bag I was going to be for the night.

"Lay back down.

"In case you are worrying about the same old boring things every night, there is a wide variety of stuff available."

"I wasn't worried." With my hands held in fists at the closed ends on the sleeves and helpless, Holly placed my feet in foot binders and adjusted them.

"These will reshape your feet in preparation for when you graduate to toe shoes. Let me know when I hurt you." She tightened the strap across my toes."

"That's enough, Holly." I was glad she listened and didn't go further. Catches on the inside of each device were mated to hold my legs close together.

"Roll over, Tonya." The maid pulled me onto my belly. I felt her place something on my back and legs.

"What are you doing now?" I asked.

"Fastening the back bar. This one will keep you straight. There are others that curve you back. They connect to your foot binders and back of your collar." She pulled up the heavy zipper causing the rubber bag to stretch and compress my body.

There were wide web straps on the outside of the bag. Holly fastened these at my ankles, below and above my knees, waist, below my breasts and around the collar. She put a lot of effort into pulling them as tightly as she could.

"Only the top one locks."

"Thanks for letting me know. Saves me the trouble of finding all the keys," I smiled when she rolled me on my back again. She shoved me around the bed then began attaching straps on each side of it to the fittings on the bag.

"Worried I'll toss and turn?" I joked.

"Not at all, you may do whatever you want, but the idea of this is to teach you self-discipline." The straps were tightened.

"If you've not figured it out yet, your bed is one big comfortable cage. The curtain's may look delicate, but you can't tear them and the zippers all lock."

She kissed me on my lips. "Good night Tonya. You'll see me in the morning.

"Open wide." She lowered a foam line rigid black plastic mask over my face. I had to open wide to accept the large hollow rubber tube in my mouth. The foam was wet with an oily substance that I'd learn was skin conditioner and moisturizer.

A wide elastic strap went around my head and the lower part of the mask mated to the high collar under my chin. The maid wasn't quite done. Plugs emitting white sound were inserted in my ears. I didn't hear her leave or anything else until they were removed the next morning.

"How'd you sleep, Tonya?" Holly asked in the morning.

"Oh, I slept like a log once you turned out the lights," I chuckled.

"Not very well, but I suppose you are immune to my complaints."

"Not immune at all, but I warn you, that if you do complain I'm required to report them to you new governess and you will be punished for them. Please don't."

My corset was removed and I was sent to the bathroom. "Thirty minutes maximum, Tonya," I was told.

Wearing my rubber thong and an elastic corset liner, the maid placed my wrists a lacing bar and hoisted me off the floor to begin what would soon become a very serious regimen of tight lacing.

The pink corset was a much longer then any I'd previously worn. Very heavily boned with an almost unyielding straight front busk.

"How tightly do you normally lace?" she asked while removing the slack.

"Twenty-five inches."

"My instructions are to reduce that by an inch to start." The laces were tightened some, but not as tightly as I'd been told they would be. Holly massaged my flesh out from under it an adjusted my breasts in the uplifting, partial cups then tightened more.

White opaque stockings were smoothed up my legs and clipped to the three heavy-duty garters on each leg. My feet were then worked into very highly arched, round-toed white boots that had wide double locking straps to cover the tops of their laces around my ankles. The corset lacing resumed until the stated goal was achieved and tied off.

"This is an adjustable stay band to prevent you or I from loosening your laces." The curved inch wide stainless oval had holes spaced an inch apart for half its circumference. I watched the maid count them out.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen … twenty-three, twenty-four." Using a pair of pliers, she bent the band along the score beyond the hole at twenty-four inches and broke off the last six inches. "The idea is that it can no longer be locked if your waist is larger than you are permitted. As new goals are established, another segment will be broken off so you can't go back, Tonya.

"A warning, don't get caught without your stay band locked on." She lowered the lacing bar and released my wrists.

"You're to do your hair and makeup then finish dressing." Holly pointed to a very fifties style slender dress of gray wool that was going to look out of place with my hair and makeup. "Your slip in on the chair."

While I did my face, she cleaned the body bag, made up my bed then started to clean my bathroom.

I could barely descend the stairs as tight as my long dress was and I couldn't lift it up very much to gain more leg movement.

"Good morning, Tonya. You may sit."

"Good morning, sir. Thank you."

"Sleep well?" he asked and laughed when I gave the same answer I'd given Holly.

"Yes, it is how I intended you to be."

"Sir, please tell me more of what I may expect today?"

"I honestly do not know. Allison knows the goals I've established for you and I'm turning your training over to her."

"Will my governess be living here, sir?"

"Not initially. I've given you my word that this week is a trial period. Next Sunday, I expect that you'll have made a decision whether you wish to return to your former existence or commit to remaining here as my slave.

"If you make the latter decision, and I've already decided to request that you do, then your governess will move in to supervise your training and development 24/7. Your three rings are the only permanent things I'll do to you before you decide and, because they'll not have healed before then, they actually aren't permanent either.

"Now, go with Holly; she has instructions for how I wish you to be when Allison arrives. I will see you tonight when I return from the office." We stood; he gave me a light kiss and left the room.

Holly took me to the front foyer. There she opened a tall case with opaque glass sides. That changed when she turned on the interior lights and I could look in at mirrors.

"They are half mirrors. We can see in, but you'll be unable to see out or hear anything." She unlocked the door and motioned for me to enter. "Face front, stand straight, try not to move and do not lean against the sides." I entered and she locked the door. White noise cut off exterior sounds.

The height of my heels was uncomfortable. I tried to imagine what wearing ballet boots was going to be like and decided to try and think of something else.

I imagined I was in the case for hours, but saw it was less than one when a very pretty blonde teenaged girl opened the door. "Come out and follow me!" she firmly ordered. "Precede me to your schoolroom." I'd no chance to even see what she wore. "Stand here." I was behind the school desk.

"Place your hands, palm to elbow behind. You'll not be in need of them for a while." A leather arm binder was buckled tightly.

When she walked to the front of the room, I saw she was very tightly corseted under her rather severe, fitted long dress of black satin. With feet much smaller than mine, the heels on the black oxfords were still at least six inches high.

"My name is Allison Alexander. You will both address me and refer to me as, 'Miss Alexander'.

"I know you are curious. So your little mind isn't distracted, I'll first tell you some things then answer what questions you might still have.

"I'm sixteen years old and my next birthday is still nine months away. I'm five feet two inches tall, weigh one hundred six pounds and have a thirty-four D, fifteen, thirty-five figure. I wear a size five shoe.

"What qualifies me to be your governess? My mother is a very successful dominatrix. She retained another dominatrix to be my governess from the time I was three until I turned sixteen. She trained me - I do know, first hand, what it is like.

"I was tutored by the best and speak and read fluently in seven other languages besides English. I have passed the final examinations to earn a Master's degree in psychology with a minor in abnormal behavior specializing in gender dysphoria and masochism.

"I have been on the receiving end since I was three when I was turned over to my governess.

She paused and didn't speak for several minutes. I stood as still as I could.

"Have you ever been caned?"

"No, Miss Alexander, I've not been caned."

"Do you think it would be appropriate to feel what it is like, before I use one to punish you? Then you will at least know how bad your punishment is going to be if you disobey or I find fault with you." Nothing in her voice reflected other than a girl of her age, but I'd no doubts that my governess was an experienced professional.

"Yes, Miss Alexander, that should be a meaningful lesson I should be taught."

"Come forward." She picked up the cane from her desk and walked next to a stout post with a padded bolster on top.

I curtseyed when I faced her. "Your curtsey needs to be improved.

"If Holly followed my instructions, you are wearing a corset I sent, laced tighter that you normally would. It does not lend itself to permitting you to bend over this. Do so anyway and keep your legs straight." When I had, she fastened a wide strap over my back.

"To effectively demonstrate or punish, I would normally deliver the blows on bare skin in quantities of five, but I know your dress will not permit that. Because of its protection and cushioning effect, I will double them. Ten is the demonstration.

THWACK! It was delivered without warning. I gasped with the pain exploded on my derriere.

"It is permitted to make noise and cry during a punishment caning, however you are forbidden to speak, if you do, I will begin again. If you beg me to stop, the count will be doubled and we will begin again for as long as it takes. The first lesson you are to learn and retain is not to do so.

THWACK! "I want you to think very hard on a question I am going to ask you soon, Tonya."

THWACK! "Do you think that your behavior this morning has room for considerable improvement?"

THWACK! The pain in my behind and upper thighs was incredible. I was ready to cry. "Remember not to answer until I ask you."

THWACK! "If you answer 'yes', I'll ask you what you should have done that you did not."

THWACK! She said nothing else until all ten had been administered. I was gasping for breath and my tears dripped on the floor from my cheeks.

She sat quietly until I'd gained enough control to slow my breathing and stop crying.

"Do you think that your behavior this morning has room for considerable improvement?"

"Yes, Miss Alexander, my behavior has room for improvement."

"In what areas?"

"I should have curtseyed to you more frequently, Miss Alexander."

"Do I need to cane you for each of those infractions or will you endeavor to correct that aberrant behavior?"

"I will curtsey when appropriate, Miss Alexander."

"Very well. Be mindful that when you have told me of your own volition that you will do something and then do not; the punishment will be doubled and you will also be punished, double, for lying.

"I am not a sadist, Tonya. Despite what you might think of me in the future, I take no pleasure in punishing you; I do believe though, that negative reinforcement is a highly effective teaching method."

She released the strap holding me down, helped me to straighten and sent me back to my desk. "Sit!"

I curtseyed then reluctantly obeyed. My rear was throbbing with pain.

She smiled at me then sat on the front of her desk. "I've only met one other T girl before. The textbooks don't use that term, but have a slew of others. Sir James told me it is your term. Bobbie was totally different from what I've seen in you, so far. He was a real sissy swish, into humiliation in a big time way.

"Had I not been told, I'd never begin to think of you as a guy. Everything I see says 'submissive female' to me and I consider myself to be a good judge.

"Explain! Enlighten me!"

"I'm a female with the wrong body, Miss Alexander."

I'd have stated more, but she jumped in. "I can believe that. I've been caning and whipping slaves asses for a few years. Nearly all girls are crying after the second blow, but the guys fall into two distinct groups; wimps and the pseudo-macho types – those are the most disgusting.

"I can easily give the sissies what they want, but I swear, the others are nearly impossible to please or break, if that is the assignment. I won't accept them anymore."

Miss Alexander looked as if she was studying me. She stood and went to a wall cabinet then came over with a collar and leash. I raised my chin to accept the collar.

"Good girl. You are going to be a fun pupil." She put the leather collar on me and locked it then snapped the leash on the ring in front.

" Stand up; we'll take a walk. It's a nice day." She took the cane from the desk.

"Where is your purse?" I told her it was in my bedroom. There, she put it on me, cross shoulder and placed hers in the same fashion.

I remembered to curtsey. Even if I couldn't raise my hem, I tried to execute it properly, earning a smile. We went out the rear door of the house onto the patio surrounding the pool.

"Oh, this is just lovely. I so hope you accept Sir James' offer so I can come live here, Tonya."

"Do I have permission to speak, Miss Alexander?" I hesitantly asked.

"Unless I've gagged you or told you previously, you will always have the privilege of speaking. Remember, no talking when I'm punishing you."

"I think I've already decided to accept," I offered.

"Whoopee!" the girl seemed genuinely delighted by the way she jumped and smiled. "I always wanted to live in a house with a pool. I love to swim."

Miss Alexander changed the subject, "Do you know your way around the grounds?"

"No, I only arrived Saturday afternoon and was at the beauty salon yesterday."

"OK We'll explore together." She set off on one of the paths that led towards a wooded area. The surface was hard packed cinders or something like them, where our thin spike heels didn't sink in, but only a small fraction as we walked.

Our route, while retaining its natural appearance, had also been landscaped with lawn bordering each side of the path and areas that were planted with both flowers and shrubs where we could sit on benches.

"We can rest and talk a bit. Sit down."

When I had, she offered me an opportunity to smoke. "I'm not going to cut you off, as Sir James told me he finds your smoking with a holder to be a turn on. I am going to make it an unpleasant experience for you when we are together. Think of it as accepting my control and obeying me." Miss Alexander took out a paper plate from her purse, unfolded it and placed it on my lap.

"Use that as your ash tray."

Nothing was said until I was nearly finished and she took the holder from my lips and stubbed out the butt then ejected it from the holder. Miss Alexander replaced that in my purse.

"I did tell you I like to use negative reinforcement as I feel it is a very effective teaching technique in my profession." She lifted the plate.

"Eat your ashes first then the remaining cigarette after allowing it to cool.

"Whenever you smoke with me, expect this. Begin."

Very reluctantly, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick up the ashes until only the filter and short cylinder of tobacco remained on the plate.

"Eat it, Tonya, but do not vomit or you'll be on your knees licking all that up next," Miss Alexander warned.

Several times I gagged on the tobacco juice and barely controlled my nausea, but I finally managed to swallow all of what was it my mouth.

"Would you like another smoke before we resume our stroll?" she asked with a huge grin.

"No thank you, Miss Alexander."

"Just ask me, if you do. Remember to curtsey. I'll not remind you of that again."

At her urging, we talked; rather I talked about me, until we reached a heavily wooded dark grove and the dead end of our path. With another landscaped sitting area there, we rested.

She started to fit another cigarette to my holder and placed the same paper plate on my lap.

"I do not wish another, thank you, Miss Alexander."

"Learn that you are to do as I want you to and your desires are of no importance." She lit it and placed the tip in my lips.

As earlier, my governess stubbed it out and ejected the butt then put the holder in my purse.

"While you are in my care, I will be sure that your needs are met and, if I deem your behavior warrants them, a few of your desires too. In my charge, you may look forward to a very controlled existence, Tonya.

"How far from the house would you estimate we've walked?"

"I'm not sure, but certainly less than a mile."

She giggled. "I was told this path is mile and a third. The one around the pastures is almost three and the others are shorter. In the coming week, we'll explore all of them."

I did not have to eat my ashes; they were dumped on the ground. I was led back to the house at a brisk pace without a rest stop. My calves and feet hurt terribly!

"Your mother is waiting for you in the drive, Miss Alexander." Holly informed when we entered the kitchen.

"Thank you." My leash was passed. "Place her in the yellow and white dress that's in the trunk I brought in the morning. Judging by her performance, remove another inch from her torso, top to bottom. That will be her maximum, for now.

"I shall see you both at eight o'clock." I curtseyed before Holly did.

The maid took me the dining room where I was put in the table without explanation. After setting it for Sir James, I was alone in the darkened room.

After being in the table for two hours, Holly came in to light the candles then stood to the side to wait Sir James.

"How was you day, Tonya?" He asked after giving me a sip of wine.

"Interesting, Sir. I got to meet me new governess, Miss Alexander."

"Did you give her reason to punish you? I've insisted that she be very strict with you."

"No, I behaved and she didn't administer punishment. Miss Alexander did impress on me that you would be very intolerant if I disobeyed her or she finds fault with my performance."

"I'm surprised. Allison told me that you would be caned before the day was out."

"I was – ten strokes, but it was a demonstration, not punishment."

"How did you handle your first caning?"

"I was crying by the fourth stoke and balled my eyes out like a little girl."

"What else did you do today? What lessons were you taught?"

"Miss Alexander taught me that she can do about anything she wants to and can make me do the unthinkable."

"Give me an example, Tonya."

"We went for a walk outside. I was wearing an arm binder and she locked a collar on my neck then led me on a leash. After we'd stopped for a rest and I'd finished a cigarette, she made me eat the ashes then the cigarette butt." Sir James laughed when I said that.

"Good for her."

Holly helped me to undress then prepared the body bag for me to sleep in again while I used the bathroom.

I examined my wounds in the mirror. Each of the double purple welt, characteristic of having being applied by a cane as opposed to a whip or crop was deep purple and laid almost parallel from six inches above my knees to an inch below the bottom of my corset. They hurt deeply and I winced when I dabbed alcohol on them.

Finished with my teeth and in the bathroom, I returned to my bedroom.

"Miss Alexander instructed me that you are to be plugged at night, Tonya. If you have a bitch about that, you'll need to discuss it with her. I strongly advise you not to. My orders are to also enema you each morning while you are still corseted, the plug allows for that. Emptied and flushed, I'm to remove your corset and allow you to bathe."

Once I was in my diaper, I helped her with the foot binders and assisted her to put me in the rubber bondage sleep bag. Nothing differed from the previous evening's arrangements.

The enema, so tightly corseted was pure hell; I was left so weak and shaky after a three-liter wash and four liter rinse that I could barely stand and get in my bathtub.

I was hanging in the lacing bar when Holly broke another inch off the end of my stay band then locked it behind. "Just to let you know, in my opinion, you are too tightly laced now; you should go slower, but our opinions are not being considered. Try not to express yours to Sir James or your governess, Tonya." It was comforting to know that the maid cared, but it was of little aid in enduring what I felt in my chest.

Holly brought over what looked a little like a red rubber inner tube with two small hoses and cable connected where the hose joined the main part. "What's that?" I asked.

"I was instructed not to tell you." It was set on the floor. Holly left the room and returned shortly with a stack of diapers with rubber and plastic panties on top.

Using a pair of sharp scissors she punctured holes in the crotch area. Then taped a disposable about my hips. "I'm happy your governess thought of this. Certainly makes my job cleaning your diapers a lot easier."

"How so?" I asked. The inner tube thing connected with a catch so she could wrap it around the top of my hips and connect the ends together again in front.

"The holes let your pee pass through and be absorbed by the cloth ones you'll be wearing, but the disposable will hold most of your turds when you mess in them." I felt her do something with my plug then something else at the top of my corset.

After I was thickly padded with white flannel tightly pinned in place, she drew up a loose panty of black rubber then a pair made of clear plastic.

"Since we can't use the garters I removed them from your corset, you'll wear pantyhose and tights today." A pair of sheer yellow hose was drawn up my legs and was covered by the white lace tights. The white boots I'd worn the previous day were laced and locked on my feet.

"Fix your hair and do your makeup." Holly instructed once I was released.

"I can barely walk with so much between my legs," I protested as I waddled to the vanity. She ignored my complaint. My reflection wasn't pleasing; with all I wore, my hips were ridiculously huge!

They looked even larger when I finished and she covered everything with another panty. That one was white cotton with row upon row of gathered lace ruffles. The yellow dress that I was to wear could best be described an ultra frilly party dress, very delicate lace, bows and frills decorated it.

Very reluctantly, I raised my arms so Holly could slip it over my head. Later, I'd count that the stiff white petticoat was composed of fourteen layers. The maid zipped the back, but paused to do something at the top of my corset then finished.

"Your pretty dress locks on." I heard the padlock click. Holly tied the sash in a big bow that was locked too.

I was given a pair of ruffed cuffed, short white lace gloves matching my tights to put on. Those had no tips on the fingers so my black claws stood out in contrast to the delicate white lace. "Hold your hands up." The maid tied a yellow satin ribbon into a stiff bow about each of my wrists then added a wider one around my neck with the big bow under my left ear.

"That completes my instructions, take a look in the mirror, Tonya, then I'll put you in the nursery to await your governess."

"Don't I get breakfast this morning?"

"I'm only following my orders."

I looked absolutely foolish the way I was costumed and diapered; there was no other way to describe my appearance. Holly took me to my nursery.

"You are to pick a small doll or stuffed animal from your collection to carry." Feeling silly, I looked all over and picked up a small, pink teddy bear.

"Go stand in the corner and await your governess." Holly left and closed the door when I was in position.

I didn't have long to wait before the door opened, "Don't turn around," Miss Alexander ordered. I did remember to curtsey.

"She's lovely, Allison." I jumped, we weren't alone; a woman was in the room too.

"Yes, mother. Don't you love how her welts still show through her tights?"

"Quite nicely."

"Hold your arms away from your sides, Tonya." Miss Alexander ordered. A wide band circled my chest just below my breasts. This was loosely buckled then she lifted the shoulder straps around my breasts, crossed then in back and pulled everything as tightly as she could.

"Lower your arms, please?" She buckled leather cuffs about my upper arms just above my elbows pulling them slightly back as they tightened. I felt and heard the padlocks snap through each buckle. She spent a minute doing something else in back, but I'd no idea what.

I heard loud jingle bells. "Lift your right foot." An elastic cuff with the bells circled my ankle above my boot top. "Now the other." More bells were added. Before Miss Alexander placed something else around my ankles. Elastic cuffs loaded with jingle bells went on my wrists too.

"Turn around."

"Oh my, she is very attractive, Lexi." I curtseyed.

"Tonya, this is my mother, Mistress Monique.

"Mother, this is my ward, Tonya."

Mistress Monique and my governess wore matching suits of soft pink leather with while lace blouses and six-inch heeled white knee boots.

Miss Alexander was holding a coiled white leash that was attached to my harness in back. "Allow me to explain what you have in your diapers. The reservoir contains six liters of water. You probably figured out it is connected to your butt plug. On the back of your baby harness is a miniature radio receiver, controls to open the valve and a small air pump. Both mother and I have remotes to activate all of that.

"Today is going to be an evaluation examination for you. I will be telling you things that I want you to do today. Your conduct will determine the lessons I will need to teach you and what training you need to accomplish the goals that have been established for you.

"I've asked mother to come today because we'll be going out and I'm too young to drive yet." While she had told me this, her mother pinned a ribbon on the bodice on my dress. Tied on the end of that with a large soft bow was a very large pacifier. I was handed a small white vinyl child's purse to carry.

"Do you have any questions before we go to breakfast?"

"Not at this time, Miss Alexander." I curtseyed. It was difficult to imagine that they were taking me out in public dressed as I was.

My governess pressed the teddy bear in my hand. "Carry that at all times.

"Be careful with your ankles cuffed on the stairs, Tonya." The bells jingled very loudly as I walked.

I had imagined that 'going to breakfast' was to have it in the dining room or even the kitchen. Once outside, Miss Alexander stopped me with a tug on my leash.

"I'm going to tell you how I wish you to conduct yourself to start with. What I want to see is the actions and behavior of a hyperactive, undisciplined, five year old brat. You are to precede mother and me, tug on your leash, run skip and jump, dart from side to side, etc. In a store you are to touch things and do things a good girl isn't supposed to do. In short, give me reason to admonish you, correct you and even punish you. Trust me that my methods of doing that will be nothing compared to the real punishment you have earned if you do not follow these orders well.

"Begin." I moved quickly to the top of the steps from flagstone porch. It would be a bit risky wearing seven-inch heels with my ankles chained, but I jumped over the three steps.

"Whee!" I skipped ahead on the path until the leash became taut then leaned to pull harder.

"Tonya, straighten up and walk like a little lady." I wasn't sure if it was an order I was to obey or not. I chose to ignore my governess. Continuing to strain against her pull, I picked up a stick and threw it at the house.

My governess jerked the leash hard. "Tonya, I've told you before not to throw things. Stop doing that!" I threw another up in the air.

At their van, I stopped pulling on the leash and took hold of the antenna, bending it down then letting it go. Miss Alexander slapped the back of my thighs and well-padded bottom several times while jerking my leash vigorously. "I told you to stop." The blows made a lot of noise and if they didn't land on the painful welts from the caning, would not have hurt at all. "Stop it!" she repeated.

"Get in the van!" Mistress Monique had opened the sliding door to reveal an adult sized children's car seat facing rearwards.

"Get in your seat!" She slapped my bruised thighs much harder. I decided to do that so she couldn't hurt me there again.

"Yes, this is exactly how I want you to act," my governess was grinning. She started to fasten the seat's harness and I began to tug on her jabot.

"Stop it!" my governess pushed my hand away. I repeated the action and she slapped my hand. Though I tried, I couldn't raise my arm to grab her hoop earring. With the safety harness fastened, I learned that it was motorized. At the touch of a button it tightened.

"That's too tight, Miss Alexander." I was serious.

"It is intended to be.

"Open your mouth," she ordered while holding the oversized pacifier.

"No!"

She slapped my face hard enough to hurt. I accepted it, but spit it back out. She slapped me harder and I opened again. I discovered that if I bit down, the device emitted a loud honk. Something else I learned, I could no longer expel the gag; it had been attached to my nose ring.

"You are doing just fine, Tonya, that is just the sort of behavior I want to see until I tell you to do otherwise.

"Put your hands on the armrests." She strapped them down tightly then went in front.

Feeling very stupid, perhaps an hour and half hour later I was walking, with my leash pulled tight, across the parking lot towards restaurant entrance of a large Ramada Inn, skipping and darting side to side as I went.

Inside, Miss Alexander drew me close and held me there. "I hope for your sake you behave yourself, young lady.

"Three please, non-smoking," she asked of the hostess. Of course, with all the noise my bells made and the way I was dressed I drew a lot of attention.

"By any chance do you have a high chair big enough to fit my brother," my governess calmly requested.

"Your brother! That's a guy?" The hostess' exclamations were loud enough to be heard throughout the room.

"Yes, my mother started to have behavior problems with Tony in high school and put him in skirts, but he only behaved worse. Now he has to dress like that all of the time, but it hasn't helped." My face was burning and I wanted to die.

"You'd think at twenty-eight, he'd have grown up by now."

"No… no we don't have a high chair big enough."

"Sit down and do try to behave, Tonya." I was slapped very hard on my thigh.

Highly embarrassed and humiliated I sat still.

"You are not behaving as I told you to before we started," Miss Alexander whispered.

"Do I as told you Tonya, and just sit like a good little girl," was spoken in a loud harsh tone. I questioned the contradictory orders. When I started to swing my feet so my bells made noise, she smiled and nodded slightly.

The waitress came, passed menus to all of us and poured coffee, for Miss Alexander and her mother. She seemed to hesitate, staring at me a moment, then clearly said, "If you brought his bottle, I'll be happy to warm it." My governess' mother responded by removing a glass bottle, it had to be a quart, fitted with a pink nipple the size of my pacifier and two cans that were labeled, 'Sissy Formula'.

"Please fill his bottle? My son is being especially naughty this morning, so add a half cup of vinegar and a good dose of Tabasco."

"Certainly, ma'am."

My leash had been tightly held close since we'd entered. Miss Alexander dropped the coil to hold only the end. I saw her finger motion me up when I heard the leather hit the floor. It was her order that I make a foolish spectacle of myself in the restaurant dining room. I did not want to do that, but saw I'd little choice. Noisily, I wandered about, just a few feet from where they sat.

When I approached a couple eating their breakfast, my leash jerked me away. I looked to my governess for guidance, but she was engaged in conversation with her mother.

'Just what was I expected to do?' I'd no guidance. I debated a table with a group of what I guessed to be executives discussing their business plan for the day, but didn't go close. I looked to my governess for guidance and she returned a frown. I just did not know what to do.

Feeling very foolish, I stood still between tables holding the teddy bear and my child's purse. A very hard yank on my leash tumbled me onto the floor. The look on Miss Alexander's face was not pleasing. When I tried to rise, the leash jerked hard again. I just curled up and lay still, but as I thought of my situation, I started to cry – none of this was fun.

She yanked hard on the leash when their meals were served. "Sit, you little brat!" she ordered. "Suck your bottle, boy!" I was mortified.

The mixture in the bottle was horrible. In a whisper, I was ordered to empty all of it. She repeated her orders reminding me of what she expected – that I was to make a real spectacle of myself in front of the others in the dinning room. I couldn't do it!

The remote was withdrawn from her purse, a button was pushed and she put it away.

"I require obedience. Go to that clear area with your bottle, lie on your back, place your feet high in the air and wave them back and forth; I want to hear your bells. Suckle your bottle dry while using your other hand to fondle your tits and crotch." She pointed.

Tears of humiliation streamed from my eyes as I obeyed. The enema pumped in slowly.

"Miss, your friend is disturbing our other guests!" I heard the hostess say.

"That's it! I've had with you!" Clearly Miss Alexander was angry. She yanked hard on my leash while standing over me.

"Get up, you stupid boy!" I managed my feet. She bent over and retrieved the teddy bear.

"Here, you big sissy." She thrust the toy at me. "Hold Priscilla, you disgusting sissy." She had a cat-o'-nine tails whip in her hand and began to flay my legs with it, very hard.

"You are going to get just what you deserve! Get outside, Tony!" The whip was being applied hard and I was crying before I was pulled from the room. I thought I heard several of the dinners applaud.

My beating didn't stop once we were outside. Miss Alexander sat on a bench and flung me across her lap. She paused only to stuff the noisy pacifier in my mouth and connect it to my nose ring. Amid the ringing of all the bells as I flailed my feet and hands in an attempt to avoid what was happening and loud honking of my horn, the whipping resumed.

I was crying uncontrollably when she shoved into the car seat and tightly strapped down once my governess thought I'd been beaten enough.

"Stop crying, you big sissy!" The door closed and I was left alone to deal with the humiliation and pain she had caused. The only thing I had to be thankful for was that the enema was a small one and the cramping wasn't that bad.

I could only assume they ate a leisurely breakfast. My governess stayed in back with me as her mother started the van and drove away.

"No more crying now," she sat softly. The straps holding my left arm to the rest were released and I was handed a bottle.

"Drink your bottle while I clean your face and redo your makeup.

"No more brat behavior now. That's enough of that for today. I expect you to act like a proper young lady." Miss Alexander removed the jingle bells and ankle cuffs.

"Would you please explain what lesson I was to learn from what you did to me, Miss Alexander?"

"I told you we'd be conducting an evaluation examination today. I wanted to see how well you could obey the orders you were given and how well you could handle being out in public in your very attention getting attire. Improvement in those areas will be required.

"What I did to you in the restaurant and just outside was both a punishment and demonstration. I did not want you to think I will hesitate to spank or whip you just because there are strangers witnessing that. I also wanted the welts on your legs to be far more visible than they were."

"Why was I punished, Miss Alexander?"

"Because you weren't behaving as I had told you to and because I had to remind you of what I expected. Any time I have to repeat an order, you can expect punishment, Tonya."

  

  

  

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