Tonya, dressed up attractively in her pretty yellow and white pageant dress, has just been publicly whipped by Miss Alexander, her teenaged governess, and driven to the optometrist's for her promised new eyewear.

 

Tonya

by

Karen Anne Summerfield

Writing as

Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire

Part II –Happiness Found

© October 2003

 

Before I was released from the seat, the ankle cuffs were locked on again. She straightened my neck ribbon and fluffed my petticoats.

"Remember, your best behavior.

"Go inside, tell them your name and state that you've an appointment for contacts. We will be paying cash.

"Be sure to state that the lenses are for appearance only and not to correct your vision. Also inform them you want contacts that blur your vision to the extent you cannot read or even recognize faces and opaque ones too. When asked why, tell them that you are a sex slave and your owner desires these for you." She stared at me for a minute.

"Do not make me have to punish you again. Now go inside and do exactly as you have been told."

The waiting room had three other patients waiting when I went inside. I was shaking both from embarrassment and the whipping that I had been given.

"Why are you wearing that ridiculous outfit?" the woman seated next to me in the waiting area demanded after I'd struggled through telling the receptionist why I was there.

I debated just ignoring here, but feared what Miss Alexander might do to me if I did. "I'm a … sex slave and my appearance pleases … my owner, ma'am."

"It is beyond me how a woman could degrade herself like you are!"

It was a great internal struggle, but I countered by saying, "Your opinion is understandable and I agree with you ma'am, but I'm not a woman."

"What? What are you then?"

"I'm a male, ma'am."

"I don't believe you!"

"What my brother just stated is true," my governess stated. "Tony told you the truth."

"That is disgusting!" she got up and moved across the room.

"Face the corner, Tonya." Miss Alexander ordered. I was still standing, as I'd been given no permission to sit after finishing with the receptionist.

"Look at her legs, George; she's been whipped," a different voice stated.

"That is positively disgusting," I heard the first woman comment.

The remainder of my wait went without further incident. My encounter with the optometrist was another round of humiliation. After I told him my status, he started to paw my breasts. Miss Alexander allowed him to do whatever he wanted including putting me on my knees to satisfy him.

Tears streamed from my eyes as I was led from the darkened room and moved to pick out the lenses I wanted. Instead of being permitted to sit and choose those with the optician, I was ordered to face the waiting area while my governess selected and completed our business.

"Holly, take her to the nursery. Here are the keys. Remove her dress and ruffled panties. I will be up to deal with her shortly."

I trembled with fear as I stood facing the corner after the maid had undressed me. It was a short wait.

"Help me put these on her hands, Holly." My governess and the maid forced my hands into hard leather pods and locked the cuff on each about my wrist. I was put into a pink flannel baby doll with ballerinas on it.

"Sit in your high chair, Tonya." Together they fastened the clamps and straps and fitted the tray in place.

"Thank you, Holly. I will be down shortly to instruct you."

We stared in silence for several minutes before she began. "I've already told you the faults I found which earned you punishment, Tonya. Need I repeat them?"

"No, Miss Alexander."

"Very well. While I intentionally informed those in the restaurant of your true gender, I had no intention of doing that to you this afternoon. I'm curious why you told it to that woman at the optometrist's?"

"I feared you would punish me were I to tell a lie, Miss Alexander."

"It pleases me that you have learned to fear punishment from me so quickly.

"In the future, you are instructed to be other than truthful regarding the nature of your genitals. If asked or you have the to tell, you will state that you are a 'girl'. Note – you are not to state you are female, a lady, a woman or anything other than you are a girl.

"The incident that occurred with the doctor after he examined you will not be repeated. Had you even looked to me to stop it or said, 'no', I'd have done what I could to stop it. I would have even stopped him from fondling you. You are not being trained to be a prostitute or even a slut.

"You are to refrain from having sex with everyone, but your owner, and are to do what you can to prevent others from having their way with you.

"Holly will feed you then get you ready and put you in your crib for tonight.

"I will see you in the morning."

It was hours later when the maid entered the nursery with a tray. I expected baby food or something very unappetizing and was happy to see a small fillet of cod, potatoes and green beans on the plate.

"You should be pleased, Tonya. Your governess gave Sir James a very favorable report on your behavior before going home. She stated to me even, that she was quite happy with you, so far.

"That's encouraging. I couldn't tell from what she did to me." I was released.

Holly told me to get in the crib. "Please change my diapers?" I asked.

"I was instructed to the contrary. Now get in your crib."

I did as I was told, not at all happy that I was going to have to lie in my wet and soiled nappies until morning.

The crib I was provided was only four and a half feet long and three wide. I'd not be able to stretch out.

"Lay on you back," the maid ordered when I'd curled on my side. She raised the bars on the side and lowered the top then locked it. Reaching in, Holly pulled my arm to the side and clipped the fitting on one of the bars to the ring at the tip of the mitten to keep it there. My other hand was fixed in the same manner.

"Good night, Tonya." I repeated the salutation as she dimmed the lights and closed the door.

No one entered the nursery until my governess arrived with Holly. They let me out and stripped me naked. I was permitted to bathe, but under Miss Alexander's watchful supervision.

After I was corseted, they dressed me like a schoolgirl in a white short-sleeved blouse, white panty, thigh-high, white opaque stockings with bows at their tops on the front of my thighs and very short, red wool tartan pleated skirt. My boots were identical to the white ones, but black.

"We'll dine together, Tonya." We went to the dining room and enjoyed breakfast of bacon, eggs and orange juice.

"It's a nice day and we'll go for a walk, Tonya." In the foyer, my governess removed a pair of ankle cuffs, handcuffs, collar and a leather leash from a backpack then told me to put the pack on.

"Put the hat on too, Tonya." It was of black straw, with a moderate flat brim and headband that matched the pattern of my skirt.

"Hands behind, please?" She cuffed them with my palms facing outwards then placed the wide stiff collar around my neck and hooked the leash in front.

"I'll lock your feet after you descend the front steps." My stride was limited to only about twelve inches because of the shorter than standard chain connecting them.

"Do you understand why I had do you everything yesterday, Tonya?"

"Mostly, Miss Alexander."

"Tell me your understanding."

"You wanted see if I would obey you."

"Yes, but think of your appearance and another lesson I was trying to teach. Take your time."

We walked some distance as I tried to reason her purposes.

"I believe you wanted to embarrass and humiliate me, Miss Alexander."

"On the contrary, I wanted you to not feel embarrassed or humiliated. Your physical appearance has changed from what it was before, especially your figure. You now bear a ring through your nose and your makeup and hair are much different too. You will have a much smaller waist and I'm told that your breasts will be made larger.

"Intentionally, I asked mother to drive fairly far away from here for breakfast, though she didn't have to have carried my request to such an extreme," my governess giggled. "Anyway, the idea was that those people would be complete strangers and not know the three of us and we'll probably never encounter them again.

"We broke no laws and didn't cause them harm, therefore we should not have been concerned with what they thought of us or their opinions. It was only in your mind that you created the feelings you had. Had you actually been a little girl of five you'd not have felt them and not have cared either.

"I want to break you of that pattern of thought.

"Your owner wants to be proud to show you off. He is quite wealthy and today doesn't need to put on false airs nor does he care if the public thinks you are a first class kink; if fact, he hopes that they do."

We walked about a mile and she stopped to rest. Before I was permitted to sit, my governess opened my backpack then unlocked the cuff on my right wrist. It was locked to the cast iron frame of the bench.

"You may smoke." My holder, cigarettes and lighter were placed on my lap.

"Thank you. May I have the ashtray, please?"

"You don't need it. Just relax and enjoy. You passed that test."

My governess went on to tell me more. "Even before you graduate from my tutelage, your owner plans to take you out in public. How pleased or displeased he is with your performance will guide me in your future training."

After our walk, I was taken to my dungeon. "Do your feet hurt from wearing seven-inch heels the past few days, Tonya?"

"Yes, Miss Alexander, but I've tried not to complain."

"No, you've not. Stand over here." I moved to the middle of the room. My bondage was removed.

"Hands behind." A single glove was slipped up over them and tightly laced until my elbows touched. She hooked the rope that hung from the ceiling to the ring on its end.

"Bend your right leg and raise your right foot up." When I did she tied my leg tightly in that position.

"Your owner has expressed a preference to have you trained with ring gags. As we both know they are OK for a short while, but our jaws really ache after that. Open, please?" The bright red, rubber-covered ring was inserted and the straps buckled under my hair in back.

"I have some errands to run this afternoon. Holly will release you later. I want you to think this afternoon, not about your discomfort, but your future with your owner. Think about being with him and pleasing him." My governess kissed the tip of my nose.

"I'll see you in the morning, Tonya." Miss Alexander left the dungeon.

'Is this what I really wanted?' I'm a submissive and had yearned to be dominated and controlled by beautiful women all of my life. I had no doubts about the fact that both Holly and Miss Alexander were very attractive or that they were controlling me. Sir James had made that dream a reality. Did I want to be owned by a man?'

I moved to try and ease the strain in my left leg. There was nowhere to move to in order to accomplish that. My shoulders ached.

'Ten years before, when I was eighteen, I'd a boyfriend. He used me for his pleasure and we were together eight months before I woke up and accepted the fact that my needs and desires were of no importance to Roy. He didn't like my corsets, stockings and heels in bed, he wanted me naked. That wasn't me then or now. It was only with reluctance that he put me in bondage – something I enjoy; when done right.'

My very strained position wasn't enjoyable.

'Sir James likes me in bondage, but it isn't him putting me in it; his pretty maid and my attractive governess did that. In a way, I'd 'slept' with him only one night. He didn't object to my being 'dressed for bed' – he'd ordered it.'

'I knew I was destined to be locked in a chastity belt soon. I was wearing a ring gag and Miss Alexander had told me Sir James liked them. The implication that he would use my mouth for his pleasure was unmistakable. Would the belt he'd ordered permit him access to my rear?

'I'd been plugged when I drove here. I'd been plugged and enemaed since. I'd little doubt how I'd be used.

'What of my sexual pleasure and release? Proper chastity belts deny their wearer access to their genitals – it's what they are all about. Was my future owner intent on enforcing that state?'

"Sir James wants you to dine with him this evening, Tonya." Holly's abrupt entrance startled me.

She released my leg and arms then helped me to my bathroom.

With my schoolgirl outfit straightened and my makeup refreshed, I followed Holly to the bar where he waited sipping a drink.

"Good evening, Tonya," he smiled warmly.

"Good evening, sir." I curtseyed.

"Sit and have a cigarette." I again wore my backpack.

"Holly, fix a cocktail for Tonya, please?"

He turned to face me and lit my cigarette. "Your governess advises me that this is very premature and you aren't ready, but I want to take you out for dinner." After wearing my yellow dress the day before, I knew better than to ask, 'dressed like this?' If he wanted me to wear something else, Holly would have redressed me before leading me to him.

"I'd like that, sir." I smiled a batted my long lashes.

"Friends on mine will join us at the restaurant." He was watching me intently, awaiting a reaction to that news. I managed not to evince one.

"That will be nice." I lied.

"Tell me about your friends, sir?"

"In a moment.

"Holly, please select some appropriate jewelry for Tonya."

"Bill I've know since college; we roomed together my senior year. And Susan I've known since they married."

"What do I say when asked what I do, sir?" I asked.

"What do you do, Tonya?" he countered then answered his question for me. "Right now, you are visiting me for a week to see if we can get along well enough to cement our relationship and hopefully you'll move in.

"As to employment, you needn't lie. You've lived as a girl for ten years and took a leave of absence from your job as a clerk for the real estate title company you work for."

Holly fastened my watch on my wrist, placed a ring on each of my fingers then changed my five earrings for graduated hoops and locked my choke chain necklace around my neck; these were all sterling silver. The necklace is a real dog's chain I'd bought in a posh, up scale pet store and cut so it could be fastened in back with a small padlock.

He reached and unbuttoned my blouse to the top of my corset and folded the edges back so a lot of breast flesh was visible.

"If you want, I could wear one of my ankle chains, sir."

He chucked, "Not tonight."

He drove his Mercedes convertible to the restaurant several miles away and tended the door for me. I was very nervous about doing what I was, dressed like that.

We joined his friends in the lounge. "Bill, Susan, let me introduce Tonya.

"Tonya, Bill and Susan Wilson."

"I'm pleased to meet you," I said with a smile and proper curtsey. Bill was a clean-shaven dark-haired man and greeted me with a warm smile. His redheaded wife seemed cool as she stared.

"Shall we have a drink, Jim, or go in to dinner?"

"Tonya hasn't been fed today since breakfast. Let's go to dinner," he answered.

I was seated on Sir James' right with Susan next to me. I could sense her continuing to examine me.

"You live nearby, Tonya?" Bill began the conversation."

"No, I live in North Jersey."

"How'd you meet Jim?" Susan asked.

"We met at a party I was working on the Island a month ago. We hit it off and he invited me up for a visit. I arrived Saturday, ma'am."

"How do you mean 'a party you were working'?" she questioned.

"My regular job is as a clerk typist for a title company. On weekends I earn extra money serving as a maid at cocktail parties and get-togethers. Sometimes I earn almost as much as my regular pay, ma'am."

"I see.

"Bill how was the stuffed flounder you had here the last time?" she turned away and changed the subject. I took the chance to look at where her eyes had been focused. The red rope marks between my stocking and hem from where Miss Alexander had tied my leg were clearly visible. I moved my napkin to cover them.

Champagne was served and her attention was directed to me again. "How have you been spending your time since you arrive, Tonya?" She looked and my thigh again then moved her eyes to my chest.

"On Sunday, Sir James, he likes me to call him that," I giggled, "took me shopping for jewelry then treated me to a make-over at a beauty salon."

I placed my hands on the white tablecloth. "These take a little getting used to, but I really like them. I never had nails this long before. What do you think?"

"Absolutely gorgeous, Tonya," Bill complimented. His wife didn't comment, but her expression read 'disapproval'.

How was your day, Tonya?" Sir James asked while we waited for the entrees.

"Fine. Miss Alexander and I went for a long walk this morning and had a nice talk She had errands to run and I hung around in playroom where I thought a lot about us and my future this afternoon, Sir James."

"You've remodeled your house since we last visited, Jim? I don't remember a playroom." Susan was staring at my thigh again.

"I've invited Tonya to live with me, Susan. In the hope that she'll accept, I finished the attic and built an apartment there for her."

"Why separate quarters, Tonya?" Susan was certainly a nosy bitch.

"With both need our private times, ma'am. I've mostly lived alone for the past ten years; ever since I split with a boyfriend when I was eighteen and living with another will require some adjustment.

"I think Sir James has been a bachelor a long time and needs his privacy too." I leaned over closer and blocking my mouth with my hand as if I had a big secret. "Personally, I think he screws around with the maid," I giggled and Sir James actually spit some of his wine.

"Holly's a really sweet girl and I don't know what I'd do without her. Heaven knows, if I'm expected to keep my nails like this, I couldn't even get dressed in the morning without her help." I held them up as a reminder.

"Doesn't it bother you? Won't you be jealous if that continues, Tonya?"

"Should it, ma'am? Men have their needs and I'm not going to deny them. Too many couples get divorced because of petty jealousy."

"Are you two going to get married then?" she asked.

"I certainly hope Sir James gives me a diamond," I hugged his arm and pressed my head to it.

The arrival of our meal interrupted further conversation. The men started talking about golf and I ate quietly, but knew Mrs. Wilson kept glancing in my direction throughout, frequently at where the rope marks were on my thigh. I just ignored her.

Later, when I excused myself to use the ladies room, she followed me. "How do you manage to walk in those boots?" she asked.

"It's just a matter of practice," I answered.

"I must ask, Tonya, what are those marks on your legs?"

She'd moved up so she was walking next to me on the right. "These were caused by rope," I'd pointed to them. They hurt, especially when I sat, but I wasn't thinking how visible the welts on the backs of my legs were, as I couldn't see them.

"No, the ones in back? They don't look to be caused by ropes."

"Oh, those are welts." Susan grimaced, but didn't pursue it.

Before the mirror, I started to freshen my lips and saw that she was again looking intensely at me. I guessed she was dying to ask about my nose ring. I did not like the woman and had decided to be polite, but wasn't going to volunteer information either.

To have a little fun, I unbuttoned my blouse exposing my large breasts and their shiny steel rings. I pretended to examine each ring then re-buttoned the blouse and tucked it back in my skirt then, with my back to Mrs. Wilson, I raised my skirt to pull down the blouse more tightly than before so the contours of my jewelry showed. I had heard a sharp intake of breath, but paid her no attention.

Sir James stood when I returned. I curtseyed and sat. Mr. Wilson hadn't bothered to stand for his wife. "Bill, I'm not feeling well. Take me home please?"

Good-byes were said along with wishes for her to feel better soon and the couple quickly left.

"I wonder if the flounder made her ill?" he asked.

"I doubt it was anything she ate. Most likely it she had trouble swallowing something she saw that turned her stomach."

"What do you mean, Tonya?"

"I think a lot about me upset her, Sir James."

"Like what?"

"It started when she saw these," I pointed out the rope marks still visible on my thigh then told him of my other observations throughout the evening and how she was staring at me all evening.

"You are a very attractive girl, Tonya. I observed many others staring as we ate. Does that bother you?"

"Not at all, they are either jealous of you or complimenting me for being attractive. Isn't that one of the lessons Miss Alexander is to teach me?" I felt quite satisfied saying that and grinned at him.

At home, he escorted me to his suite. Before we sat, Sir James pulled me in his arms and kissed me seriously.

When I reached to unbutton my blouse, he gently pushed my hands away and did that for me. My skirt soon joined the blouse in the corner where he'd tossed it.

"Would you light the fireplace, please?"

"Cold, Tonya?" he asked as he crouched to light the gas burner.

"No, I was hoping you'd warm me up." I batted my lashes.

"May I have a glass of port, please?"

He laughed, "My you are being so demanding tonight."

He handed me my backpack. "My turn; smoke please?"

"You really have a thing for me smoking, don't you?"

Sir James laughed, "No, I just want you to eat the ashes and butt for dessert." He sat close and lit it for me when I was ready.

"I'll bet Mrs. Wilson would have flipped if she'd seen me using this."

"Forget about her. Tell me how you got the rope marks."

"Miss Alexander decided I should be put in bondage for the afternoon." I told him how I was forced to stand until Holly released me.

He pulled me so my back lay against his chest, allowing him access to my breasts with both of his hands. "Mmm … that feels sooooo good!"

"How are you getting along with your governess?"

"Fine. Miss Alexander is firm with me, but I've no disagreement with what she is doing, so far. She makes it fairly clear what she expects of me and if I hesitate or don't meet those expectations, I'll be punished. My complaints will not be tolerated either. So long as I know things like that, I'll learn how to deal with them.

"In the past, especially early on in the scene, I had a lot of trouble accepting things when I didn't have a clear understanding. Also, a lot I let domme me weren't very good at it, so I wasn't having my desires and expectations met. I tried scripting my scene, but that didn't work for me either."

"Have you been enjoying anything about your stay here, Tonya?"

"So far, you've been pretty good to me. I'm not allowed to complain, but even if they were permitted, I've no complaints. From what I've experienced, you've set me up pretty well, Sir James. I'm happy here."

He was quiet several minutes and we just lay still with his fingers gently caressing my breasts.

"Tell me what makes you happy here?" he coaxed.

"Should I start with you, my obedient pretty maid or my young governess?

"You are seeing that my real needs are met and are providing for my desires too."

"In what ways am I satisfying your desires?"

"By hiring Miss Alexander and placing me completely under her control. Look, I'm T and I lean towards liking pretty females domming me. I doubt you'll argue that Miss Alexander is very pretty or that she's a domme.

"Then … there's my maid," I grinned and rubbed my thighs together.

"She's not your maid, Tonya."

"You could have fooled me. I've a pretty woman wake in the morning, help me out of bed and undress me so I can bathe. After that, she dries and powders me and assists my other needs. My maid then dresses me pretty. She's there to assist with my hair, makeup and accessories. If I'm to change my attire, my maid is there then too.

"Sometime during the day, she cleans my rooms. In the evenings she sees that I'm fed and later she puts me to bed.

"Therefore, doing all of that for me, I feel justified stating that she's my maid. I'm sure you'll agree completely with that."

Sir James was laughing. "OK, you win."

"What about sex?"

I knew the exact nature of his question, but turned it completely around. "I thought you were never going to ask. I'm ready. How do you want me?"

"Not right this minute, Tonya. I'm not ready for bed yet.

"You joked about us getting married tonight. You know that's not possible."

"I do? OK, it's not legal in Connecticut for a girl like me to marry a guy, but it is in Canada, now. I've a legal name change and a not quite so legal identity that says, I'm fe … a girl. I've even got a current passport that states I'm a girl. Who is going to question that the State Department has certified that I'm a girl?"

"Probably no one. It's very premature to talk marriage, you know that."

"Yes I do. When we first met, you told me that what you wanted was a slave girl. I'd no silly ideas that you wanted me for a wife. It is premature; I completely agree. Just don't shatter my dreams, please? Think about it though for the future, being married adds legitimacy to our relationship that won't be covered by any contract your lawyers dream up.

"I want a big wedding with the most gorgeous gown imaginable … and be in bondage underneath. You'd like that." I rolled over so we faced and he could still fondle me. "You did state you wanted to show me off … that is your impetus behind my being here, isn't it?"

"Yes…" I cut him off.

"What better way to show off the trophy on your arm besides a big lavish wedding? Tell me?"

"You can make points, but I'm not promising."

"What? Not promising? You lure me here under false pretenses, make promises you've no intentions of keeping and imprison me … turn me over to a sadistic professional dominatrix … keep me locked up." He started to object.

"I promised you nothing!' he protested indignantly.

"I'll … I'll sue you!" I fell on his belly giggling uncontrollably.

"Gotcha!" I managed between my giggle fits.

I scrambled to my feet and ran in the bathroom. When finished, I ran in the bedroom and jumped onto his bed.

Sir James grinned as he extinguished the fireplace and turned off lights then got in next to me; that night was my best ever in bed with a man.

Sir James was still asleep when Holly woke me early the next and drew me from the room. I remembered to exit as quietly as possible.

"How was your evening, Tonya? I don't want to know about your night," she asked with a grin as I was being dried.

"You aren't jealous of me are you? I so want to be friends, Holly?"

"The only way I'd be jealous of you is if you said you wanted my position and I was rejected. I turned yours down once I learned the details. I told him not to tell his future candidates all he'd like. I'll stick with being the maid here."

"Are there things I don't know, Holly?"

"Yes, but I'm not at liberty to tell you."

When I'd been laced in, Holly dressed me like a schoolgirl again, but in a different uniform. I wore the same jewelry as I had to dinner.

"I need to do your nails, Sir wants them red now."

I was waiting in the dining room when he came in. "Good morning' sir." I curtseyed.

"Good morning, Tonya. Sit, please?" One thing I especially liked was the polite manner in which I was ordered.

"I wish to thank you for a pleasurable night, sir."

He looked at me in question. "Your moans did not sound like you enjoyed it when I screwed you?"

"With training, I'll come to enjoy it as much as you did, sir," I answered as best I could. In fact, I hated it.

"I'll be leaving a little later than usual this morning," he told me when we'd finished. "I want talk with Allison when she arrives and discuss your progress and training.

"Go upstairs and find a suitable collar and put it on then cuff your hands behind and face the wall in the classroom to await her."

"Yes, sir." I curtseyed and did as I'd been ordered.

"Good morning, Tonya."

"Good morning, Miss Alexander," I didn't turn as I curtseyed.

"Your owner told me that he took you out last evening and was generally pleased with your behavior at the restaurant." I was elated hearing the report.

A leash was snapped to my collar. "Come." She tugged and led me to my dungeon. My governess chained me to the hanging chain in the middle of the chamber.

Without speaking, she removed the green jumper and white blouse Holly had dressed me in earlier then pulled my panties and rubber brief down to my ankles.

"Hands behind again." They were cuffed with leather then drawn up high with a strap fasted to my collar. Once I was helpless again, Miss Alexander removed my ankle cuffs and panties.

"Spread your legs … more."

"The chain on my collar is too tight, Miss Alexander."

"Rise up on your toes… That's it." A long spreader bar was locked in place to keep them apart."

She stood facing me. "Do you like it when I torment you?"

"Yes, Miss Alexander." My governess was tightly squeezing my erect penis.

"I'm happy you think so. However, you are not permitted to do this." My member was pulled hard to the point it hurt. Abruptly she let go and stood back.

"Make it flaccid. I will permit you five minutes to do so," my governess looked at her wristwatch. "If it isn't, you will be punished for disobeying a direct order, Tonya."

As expected, five minutes elapsed and I was still pointed straight out.

"I see." She selected a multi-tailed short whip and began to apply it to my scrotum with force. I screamed in pain, but was able to maintain enough control not to speak or beg her to stop as she had originally ordered me while being punished.

"Your chastity belt arrived yesterday, Tonya. That is the last disgusting display of that nature I will have to witness."

The tight chain holding me in place by my collar forced me to struggle just to avoid strangulation. I couldn't watch what was she was doing. Her manipulations hurt from the recent whipping when my penis was inserted in the rigid tube.

Minutes later, I heard one lock click in front then another at the top of my crack in back. The ankle spreader was removed then I was unlocked from the ceiling chain and was led over to a machine I'd seen and dreaded the thought of it ever being used on me.

I was positioned and bent forward over the padded central beam then strapped to it at my waist and above and below my breasts, which were free to hang on either side of the support. Briefly, my governess left the room.

"Since you'll not be going anywhere this morning, you can wear your ballet boots and start getting used to them." Miss Alexander sat on the floor and changed my boots for a pair of black ballet toes that laced above my ankles and also had a strap to cover the tops of the laces and was secured with two padlocks just like my others. She then placed a two-foot long spreader bar between my legs.

"Open, please," she installed a ring gag in my mouth. This was part of a leather muzzle that was strapped tightly around my head. A strap from the top of the muzzle was connected to the belt holding me to the beam about my waist. My head was bent back so far that I thought my neck was going to break.

When my governess lowered the front support post I was bent further forward until my head was just above my knees.

Miss Alexander made numerous adjustments to the rubber phallus, which entered the ring behind my teeth, until she was satisfied.

Something penetrated my anus and I felt cool ooze coming out of it. "That's grease, if your curious, Tonya." It was followed by two inches of fat dildo when the implement was withdrawn.

Slowly, one at a time, each device entered my orifice. I choked when the one in my mouth deep throated me. The one in my rear felt positively huge! She readjusted the positioning of these then clamped them down.

The clamps on the posts holding me up were released to allow the supports to freely telescope up and down forcing me to hold myself in position on my toes.

"Here's how this woks, Tonya. You have to suck on each in-stroke to avoid being deep throated. Don't worry, the one up your ass pumps a little bit of grease on each thrust to lubricate you and not chafe and rub you raw.

"Your owner felt your performance in bed could be improved considerably and that is why you are hooked up like that. You'll be practicing here every morning for an hour if he rates you just satisfactory the next time. If your performance is unsatisfactory - look forward to longer sessions.

"Ready? I'm going to turn you on now."

I screamed when my rear of invaded then the other one went down my throat. Of course, I couldn't suck while screaming. It was absolutely horrible! There was no way I was going to stay past Sunday!

Holly was there to assist my governess when my ordeal was over. Miss Alexander plugged my rear and locked it to the back strap of my new belt while the maid changed my boots. They both supported me until I was redressed.

Barely able to walk, I was taken downstairs and outside to the gazebo where I was permitted to sit.

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Tonya. First admit to me your performance was lousy last night."

"It was, Miss Alexander. It's been a long time since I'd been used like that and I fought with him about it. I admit that I was a lousy partner in bed."

"Holly is going to fix your makeup then you and I will talk." My governess thoughtfully unlocked one of the cuffs behind my back to fasten me to the bench and permitted me to smoke as the maid did my makeup.

"Thank you, Holly. That will be all for now."

"Thank you, Holly." She curtseyed and left us alone together.

Miss Alexander stared in silence for a few minutes before speaking.

"Tell me what you want from your relationship with your owner, Tonya?"

"I want to be loved. I want to be cared for and protected."

"I believe you already have all of that and more."

"Now, I feel all … I feel like I'm being used."

"You are being used. That is the entire concept behind owning slaves. Owners possess slaves for their use and pleasure. When your owner no longer uses you or takes pleasure from you, you no longer have a purpose.

"Therefore you must do your best when he uses you to give him the most pleasure possible so that he uses you more.

"Being an owned slave is quite different than a couple in a quote normal unquote relationship where there is mutual give and take between the partners. As an owned slave, you give and your owner takes.

"Your pleasure is found in your owner's pleasure with you.

"Let's talk about your new underwear for a bit.

"The main purpose of being locked in a belt is denying you any sexual pleasure from your genitals. You, as a slave, give sexual pleasure to your owner and are used for his sexual pleasure; you don't get any. With your anatomy, unlike mine, it serves no purpose in denying others pleasure from using that hole.

"I've not given you any chance to examine yourself there, but you will find that with the design of your particular belt, it serves a secondary function. As long as it remains locked on, the only way to tell you don't have a complete female anatomy is by a blood test."

"Am I to be completely denied receiving any sexual pleasure, Miss Alexander?"

"You still have your breasts to play with and be played with. After my nipples healed from when I got my nipple rings, my own breasts were far more sensitive than before I had them."

"That's encouraging," I smiled.

"Be warned though, there are very effective chastity bras too."

"I know."

My governess spent the next hour explaining hygiene and how important that was now that I'd be locked in it for long periods of time.

Somewhat recovered from my ordeal, Miss Alexander led my on another long walk along one of the paths. As before, I was fitted with the short ankle chain before we started.

"Miss Alexander?" Holly curtseyed when we'd reentered the house.

"Yes?"

"The optician's office called to say that Tonya's contacts were ready."

"Thank you."

Before leading me up to my room, my governess called her mother and arranged for us to be picked up in an hour.

Miss Alexander selected the black PVC dress and boots I'd worn when I'd arrived from my wardrobe.

"You'll have to do something about the gloves to accommodate my nails, Miss Alexander." Her solution was to place a slit in the tip of each finger so they could stick through.

For our excursion, I wore no bondage, not even ankle cuffs. Although I received lots of stares, it was nothing compared to my first visit wearing the yellow little girl dress. Holly, wearing her full uniform was told to come with us so she could be taught how to put the contacts in my eyes too.

I wasn't shown all the lenses that had been ordered, just the bright blue ones (my eyes are brown), which we used for all of us to practice putting and removing. Once we were all satisfied with their application, Miss Alexander instructed Holly to return me to the car while she concluded the business with the optician. I could no longer see.

As the lenses in my eyes had been made to fit, they were far more comfortable then those that had been used once before.

Back in my bedroom, my dress and boots were removed and they rolled rubber stockings up my legs, put a tight latex, long sleeve dress on me then the ballet boots. The dress laced to above my corset top, but the rubber was open to nearly expose my aureoles in a square cut. With Miss Alexander on one side and Holly on the other I was guided back downstairs and walked around the house for a short time. I became totally disoriented and assume that was the intent.

My dress was raised to my waist so a U-shaped saddle could be adjusted to press under my steel plated crotch. My dress was smoothed back down.

"Hands behind you Tonya, palm to elbow," my governess instructed. I was fitted with a heavy rubber U-glove and one of them cuffed my ankles close to the support.

"Your display stand has a spring loaded switch in the post. It requires twenty-five pounds of your weight to close the switch. This first time, you are permitted relax and sit on the saddle for five minutes total out of each thirty, Tonya. There are electronics to record the time.

"Holly will now plug your ears. NBFR, Tonya, 'no begging for release." White sound filled my ears.

I stood there for hours. My feet and calves screamed for relief. Well, it had been late afternoon when I was put in the display stand, but seemed like half a day before my situation improved. From the fragrance of her perfume, I knew it was Holly who released me, replaced my short ankle cuffs and removed the U-glove. She guided me to another room. I did my best to walk on my toes, despite the discomfort, and surprised myself that I managed at all.

She sat me on a couch then turned off the sound in my ears. Despite that they were still plugged, I could hear her speak well enough. Taking my right hand, the maid placed my cigarette holder in my fingers.

"The ash tray is here, Tonya," My hand was guided to it. It is a rather large one, "but you still have to be careful of your ashes. Try it on your own." I managed. "OK Place the holder in your lips then light your cigarette." My purse was set on my lap and the lighter pressed in my left hand.

"You are kidding me, right, Holly?"

"No."

"Explain to this ignorant slave how I'm to find the end of it?'

"You'll learn if you stop questioning and just try to do it," she responded.

I thought it through then lightly took the holder between the fingers of my left hand and ran them out until I felt the cigarette itself. Judging one hundred twenty millimeters less the amount in it holder with my pinky, I positioned my Bic^® to the top of that finger, moved it under and flicked the wheel. Success on my first try!

"Rewards come to those who try to overcome the obstacles before them, Tonya." Sir James' voice, nearby, startled me; I know I jumped.

"Good evening, sir," I greeted when I regained my composure.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Trying, but I'm fine, sir. Thank you for inquiring.

"Did you also have a good day?"

"Also?" he chuckled.

"Do you think you can walk to my car then from it to a restaurant and back at the end of our evening wearing your pretty boots," Sir James asked.

"I'm willing to try, Sir, if it would please you for me to do that."

"It would."

Slowly, I was guided to his car and placed in the seat.

"Tell about your training first thing this morning, Tonya?" he asked once we were on the road.

"Sir, may I … we, discuss other topics, please? I wasn't very good for you in bed last night, I admit that I wasn't, I'll try very hard to be more pleasing when I'm worthy of another opportunity."

Sir James did not reply

The car was parked. I was thankful he removed my ankle cuffs, but that was countered by turning on the white sound again then pushing foam plugs up my nose, which forced me to breathe through my mouth. When I opened to do so, a cool spray quickly numbed the inside of it along with my throat including my vocal cords. Helped out of the car, I was placed on his arm for him to guide me.

It was extremely disconcerting to be taken out with absolutely no idea where I was or who might be there, with no senses of sight, hearing, taste or smell!

Despite the pain in my feet and legs from being on my toes, I did manage a stumbling hesitant walk without losing my balance or falling down. Judging by the high stool I was helped to sit on and the bar next to me, I guessed I'd been taken out to a bar or lounge.

Sir James opened my purse and using my hand, he fumbled around until I had my long holder then he withdrew his grip. The implication that he wanted me to smoke was clear to me.

This was all so kinky that I started to become aroused, but my chastity belt was specifically designed to deny me that. I craved relief and gratification.

By feel, I found the ashtray and moved it closer. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear and I couldn't talk. I felt completely foolish and had never felt so absolutely helpless.

His hand caused me to feel an ice-cold mug. Though I couldn't taste it, the foam on top indicated that it contain beer. I drank it slowly until it was empty and smoked another cigarette, which was totally unsatisfactory, before I'd finished.

He helped me stand then guided me into another room. There was no doubt that I turned heads in the fancy restaurant dining room. The tablecloth brushing my thighs when I was seated and weight of cutlery told me that it wasn't a dive.

I could only sit still and not draw too much attention until a plate was set before me and Sir James caused me to touch it. That was the only help I was given.

He'd given me only a salad to eat, but I had to sit there long enough for him to eat a full meal.

A female hand helped me to stand then she guided me from the room. It was incredible that he'd turned me over to a stranger. She took me to the restroom and guided me into a stall. Finding the toilet, I sat and used it then fumbled around to locate the paper. She'd been waiting until I tried to stand before helping me again.

Using her fingers the woman thoroughly examined my chastity belt and my butt plug. Before smoothing my dress back into place, she had even tugged on the padlocks then returned me to the table.

Gradually my sense of taste returned, but that was only when I was back in the car. Unable to hear, there was no point in trying to talk. Only when he removed the latex dress and guided me to sit did I realize exactly where I was. I was on his bed.

Several minutes passed until his hands on my bare shoulders caused me to lie down then he positioned my body on the bed. Steel ankle cuffs retrained my booted feet before he lay down next to me. I was pulled to snuggle close against his body.

'Should I initiate sex?' No move had been taken to remove my large plug, leaving me with only my hands and mouth to work with.

"You were wonderful tonight, Tonya." His voice seemed very pleased once my earplugs were turned off and removed. "Everything about your performance was great!"

"I could tell I excited you, Sir James." He had been rock hard from when I touched him until he'd shot his load inside of me.

"Now get comfortable and go to sleep." He pulled me into his arms.

"Please take the plugs out of my nose?" I asked. I was grateful that he granted my request.

Sir James wasn't there when Holly guided me from the bed and escorted me to my bathroom. "Take out your contacts while I undress you for your bath."

Once I was naked, she removed my plug. "Thanks for taking that out; that damn thing was a real pain."

"Unless you'd rather spend an hour on the machine, it goes right back in after I enema you."

Once the stay band was locked again, I was dressed in a pair of chartreuse tights and the white boots. The maid put me in a turtleneck leotard and matching micro skirt before locking on the ankle cuffs.

"Good morning, Tonya," Sir James greeted me with a warm smile when Holly escorted me to the dining room. I returned the smile and a deep curtsey.

"Good morning, sir."

"Sit and have breakfast.

"Your performance, in all regards, was excellent last evening. Thank for."

"You are welcome, sir.

"Where did we go?" I asked; not that it mattered when he told me.

"Who took me in the bathroom, please?"

"A woman, her name was Vanessa."

"Is she a friend of yours, sir?"

"No we'd never met before. She was dining at the adjacent table and offered to take you when she stood to use the facilities."

"What did she look like?" Sir James just grinned and shook, 'no'.

"Get used to not knowing any more than you already do about where I take you, what is happening and those about you when I escort you out with your contacts in. I'm planning on taking you to the movies, the theater, concerts and sporting events. You'll just have to guess about your circumstances.

"While we have a few moments before I must leave, is there one thing you'd like to complain to me about?"

"Yes this damned chastity belt," I stated with a smile.

"That's understandable."

"And…"

"Ah, ah, I granted you one thing to tell me, not all of them. Be sure not to repeat yourself if I ask you again.

"I must leave. Stand and give me a nice kiss."

Holly took me to the gym after breakfast, cuffed my hands behind to a waist chain then ordered me to face the corner until my governess arrived.

She wasn't alone that morning. Without permitting me to turn around, I was introduced to Miss Summers who was going to be my exercise trainer.

It surprised me to see Miss Alexander wearing the same things I was, including the ankle cuffs when I did face the room. "Yes, Tonya, I'll exercise with you, however, you will have things a lot more difficult for you."

"Hold still, Tonya," Miss Summers approached with a thick helmet of amber rubber attached to a steel collar. Two hoses were connected to it and, in turn, to a small box. Before my head was encased, a ring gag was placed in my mouth and bucked behind.

"If you haven't guessed, this is a breathing control helmet. I will judge by how much effort you exert, how much air you will be given." My trainer went behind me and adjusted the regulator to reduce my air supply. Miss Alexander moved to face me, several feet away and her hands were cuffed behind too.

Miss Summers selected a long cane then started the lively music. "Your governess knows the routine, just do as she does, Tonya." Standing behind me, she started the jazzercise session with a moderate blow across my ass.

I was soon panting and gasping for air. If I slowed the cane raised another welt. At some point, my air supply was increased, but not that much.

"You may both stop." The CD had finished.

It shocked me to see an identical helmet placed over Miss Alexander's head after a ring gag was fitted. Miss Summers fastened our collars together with seven feet of chain.

"You've been letting yourself get soft, Lexi. I don't have permission to cane your little bottom, but I want both of you to wear your helmets until it's time for you to depart this afternoon. Next time, you'll be wearing that too.

"I'll leave the keys with the maid and instruct her when to remove them.

"Come along, I want you to take your ward for a nice long walk." We were led downstairs the outside.

"I should have known that Jenny would do that to me, " my governess said with a laugh. "Mother threatened me if I let myself get out of shape.

"I'll see you on Monday." I curtseyed and watched her depart.

After I'd bathed and shampooed, Holly dressed me in pretty green velvet dress and the black ballets. I was chained to the bar like I was the afternoon I'd arrived with my hands in front.

"I'll fix you one drink then I've got to get started on supper," Holly told me.

Sir James came home about six o'clock then sat next to me after he'd freshened up and changed his clothes.

"How was your day, Tonya?" He asked after giving me a nice hug and deep kiss.

"Exhausting." I smiled and told him about it.

"…And I've a very sore ass," I laughed.

"Jenny started whipping you into shape?"

"No, she used a cane," I joked.

"Have you been giving thought to whether or not you'll be staying past Sunday, Tonya?"

"I thought we weren't supposed to talk about that until after noon on Sunday, sir?"

"That is what I said, but something has arisen that negates that discussion. I must leave in the morning and would like you to accompany me?"

"Where are you going?" I asked.

He grinned, "Even if you come, you'll never know. I intend for you to be without sight or hearing much of the time. I take pleasure in you being so helpless. You'll be blind when we leave home, but still have your hearing and ability to talk until you are though the security checkpoint then those senses will be taken away.

"You expect me to go through the airport security and metal detector wearing a chastity belt, corset and the stay band?"

"Don't forget the locks on your boots and plug up your ass. Yes, I do." I squirmed as the belt again denied me an erection. "That's why I want you to hear and be able to explain your situation to the screeners."

"Just how am I supposed to do that?"

"That's why I'm telling you now, so you can think about it," he chuckled.

"May I have another drink, please?" He filled my glass and his own.

"You said you'd tell me what's expected of me in the future before I had to give you my decision, sir?"

"Much of the same as you have been experiencing, Tonya. You're governess has already agreed to move in to provide closer supervision. We've discussed several ideas, but your rooms should give you plenty to think about. You've been given just a taste, you may look forward much more intense and prolonged training in them."

Maybe I should have done it differently, but after we'd eaten a nice diner together, I agreed to become his slave girl. There are times I've hated it, starting with the following morning. Over all, thinking about my life, I believe that I made the right decision.

After my bath and corseting, Holly broke another inch off my stay band and tightened my corset further so that it would fit. Sir James inserted the plug himself and locked it.

I did not expect what they did to me next – I was diapered. As Holly placed three, three-layered flannel soaker pads on the flat diaper, Sir James taped a disposable over my belt and explained.

"Since you'll probably need to pee before we arrive at our hotel, I'll not impose on the other passengers to escort you to the plane's restroom, therefore I'll make provisions for you to wear your toilet."

"Sir James, when I trip the metal detector, they are going to want to see why," I protested.

"Yes, Tonya, I think you are correct.

"Holly, use six diaper pins on each side."

I was shown the first pair of baby pants I had to wear. These were black rubber with prominent white letters, front and back that said, 'I'm a sissy'. Two pairs of three-layer ones sewn from clear plastic then a fancy white garter belt followed the pants. It had six garter straps on each leg to hold up the white stockings with a satin bow on each thigh in front.

Holly laced up my white boots, locked them and added the yellow and white ruffled panties before I was lowered for her to put the yellow and white little girl's dress on me and locked it.

"How am I expected to take all this off when they want to see my belt, sir?"

"The best that you can. I'll not help," he said calmly.

Holly put my contacts in then plugged my ears and turned on the sound. She did my makeup and re-polished my nails.

Finally, Sir James touched me with his elbow. I was handed a small vinyl purse and he escorted me to a waiting limousine.

As I rode in silence and blind, I began to worry and became very nervous about the ordeal I was going to put through.

One could only assume we'd arrived at the terminal when I was helped from the back of the car. Imagining the reactions I caused in the crowded facility; diapered and costumed as I was, upset me. There was nothing I could do to improve my situation.

The check-in line advanced very slowly. Sir James began to play head games with me. Every time we advanced, he would offer his arm, but removed my hand when we just stood still. I never knew if he stayed close to me or not.

My purse was taken from my hand then returned after several minutes.

"Tonya, security is just ahead," he informed when the hearing in only my left ear was partially restored. He'd turned off the noise from that plug, but left it inserted deeply in my ear.

"Please help me though this, Sir James?" I pleaded.

"I will explain your situation and remain near, but you will have to get through it best that you can, Tonya, without anymore help than that." He touched my arm and we advanced in the line.

"Place your purse on the belt, miss," a female said. I didn't know if I was being addressed or not, but Sir James moved my hand to touch the conveyor, so I could set my little bag down for the x-ray scan.

Of course I 'beeped' the metal detector when I passed through the frame. "Please remove everything from your pockets and go through again," I guessed I was being told.

"I … have no pockets. I'm wearing a … steel chastity belt I can't remove an' … a steel boned corset." My voice cracked, I was terribly afraid, but stammered the words.

"Step over here, ma'am," a baritone voice ordered.

"Please help … me. I'm blind and partially deaf."

A large hand grabbed my wrist, nearly toppling me when I jumped from the unexpected touch. I was pulled several feet to the side. A hand scanner must have been passed over my body. It beeped numerous times as I trembled in fear and tried to stand still.

"Rose?' I heard him ask.

"What do you have on under your dress?" an accented female voice asked. A wand touched the front of my belly and beeped continuously.

"I wear a chastity belt. I can't remove." I dreaded being ordered to show them.

"Here?" She poked my belly, emitting another beep.

"I wear a corset with a steel busk and boning. Around my waist is a steel belt that prevents me from loosening it or taking it off."

"Here?" The tip pressed into my breast with more sound.

"Nipple rings."

"I'm going to pat you down. Lift your arms," she commanded.

My nipples weren't healed and still sore. Her examination of my breasts hurt and she fingered the rings. I was felt all over with extra attention to my abdomen and crotch. It was an effort for her to work a finger up though the leg holes of my panties and under my diapers to reach and touch the chastity belt, but she did manage.

"What are these marks on your legs?" Lightly, a finger skimmed one of the welts above my stocking top. I told her.

"You're no threat. Have a nice flight." I was told I could go with a slap on my padded butt.

"They let you off easy. I wonder if you'll be so lucky when we return, he said with a sarcastic tone. "Take your purse." Sir James handed that to me then took a moment to turn on the sound in my ear depriving me of my hearing again.

He guided me deeper into the terminal then onto a barstool. I was not given a drink and just had to sit for what was an hour or longer. I wasn't touched and had no real sense of anything but my growing discomfort.

He stood me up then guided me to the jetway and into the cabin of the plane. I was very thankful that it was the first class one with adequate seating and that Sir James sat next to me. Using ribbon, my hands were tied together then to the support bracket of the armrest next to the fuselage of the plane with the handle to my little purse bound in the ribbon too.

"This isn't very comfortable," I protested. Sir James responded to my complaint by twisting my nose ring until it hurt.

"I'll behave, sir." He released my ring, but parted my lips then my teeth to insert something the size and shape of a large hen's egg. Gentle pressure under my chin told me I was expected to close my mouth. I interpreted the several light clips under my chin as an order to keep my mouth closed.

It felt so good to be able to stand when the plane had shut down after a flight of what I estimated to be less than two hours. Wherever I was, I had absolutely no idea.

Very strange was being stopped before a counter after standing in line once the luggage had been retrieved. I had figured Sir James was renting a car, but after doing that we went outside the terminal and entered the back of a taxi. I did not have any idea as to what had transpired during that interval.

There was no mistaking that we had checked into a hotel once we rode up an elevator and entered a suite. Sir James turned off my earplugs, but left them in my ears.

"I am very pleased with your behavior during our trip, Tonya; you intend did remarkably well. You may expel the egg now." I pushed it into his waiting hand.

"Have I your permission to talk, sir?" I asked with a curtsey.

"Yes, with two exceptions. I do not intend for you to know where you are or what we are doing or going to be doing - beyond what I tell you.

"I also do not want you to complain or protest anything. I expect to see only total obedience from you."

"I promise not to complain and will strive to obey you, sir.

"And, I'll make no effort to learn where I am."

"Very well. See that you do. What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"I withdraw my request, it would have been a complaint, sir."

"Do you think you can undress by yourself then put on another pretty outfit for cocktails and dinner or will you need my help, Tonya?"

"I know my dress and boots are locked on me. I cannot remove them without the keys, sir."

"I'll unlock them," he answered.

"I'll still need some help, please? Is it your intent for me to remain blind, or is that a forbidden question? I cannot do my makeup without being able to see, sir."

"I plan to remove your contacts at night in the bathroom, so you can sleep and rest your eyes, then blindfold you until they go back in, in the morning. You will be required to do your makeup, as I like it, each morning before they go back in.

"Much of the time you'll be deaf, but not always."

Sir James unlocked all needed to undress me then helped me to remove the dress, boots, stockings and petticoats in another room.

"The luggage Holly packed for you is open on the bed. Select something suitably attractive for cocktails and dinner. Dress as you think might look nice.

"I'll watch and, if you need my help closing a zipper, button or buckle. Just ask.

"Oh, remove the ruffled panty too, Tonya." There was no point asking, after having been told that - Sir James expected me to continue to wear the diapers.

By feel, I searched all that my maid had packed. Though I'd not worn them before, I knew that in the stocking drawer at home, I had been provided black stockings that were otherwise identical to the white ones I still wore. Sitting on the bed, I changed and had a lot of difficulty refastening the garters because of my long nails. I straightened their sewn seams, the best I could manage.

"Does your corset make it difficult to bend over to do that, Tonya?"

"I'm forbidden to complain, sir. I managed." I curtseyed with a grin of satisfaction over the fact that I had.

Dresses, sweaters, blouses, skirts and a suit had been packed for my use. I had not worn that many different outfits at home, so I'd no idea what the garments I felt actually looked like. The diapers padded my hips and required a full skirt; only one in the cases would fit. It was wool and perhaps fingertip length. Setting it aside, I found some different petticoats; Holly had packed quite a bit of clothing for me.

The footwear offerings were only three: the boots I'd worn, probably the black boots that matched and a pair of patent pumps with ankle straps that locked and heels of equal height. I selected that latter to wear that evening then fumbled about to find exactly where I'd set the locks I'd removed from the boots after Sir James had unlocked them. Each shoe required two, so I needed all four.

"It fell on the floor, Tonya." After I'd locked the first three, Sir James had watched me feel around on the dresser for five minutes before informing me of that.

I knelt and finally found it. Once I'd snapped the padlock in place, I stayed sitting and faced where I thought I'd heard his voice.

"I realize that I have not much to negotiate with in my current situation, sir." He didn't allow me to continue before interrupting."

"Complaints are not permitted." His voice was still soft and calm.

"I was attempting to make a statement, sir; not express a complaint. I regret that we are not able to communicate."

Though uncomfortable, I sat as motionless as I could; I'd experienced a lot of discomfort over the previous days that week and real pain too – I could endure more. A long time passed; without sight, I couldn't tell if Sir James was even in the same room. I moved to lie down!

"I did not give you permission to move!"

I had laid on my side, "You also did not state I was not permitted to move, either.

"Get on with what you want me to do or let me sleep." I straightened up.

"Tonya, what's wrong?" Sir James asked me in a very soft way.

"I hurt, damn it, in a lot of places. You torturing me then playing your silly little mind games is, in no way, any fun for me!" I emphasized.

"Torture, mind games?"

I stood up and found the petticoats and skirt then started to put them on. "Explain; I do want to know?"

"Start thinking when was the last time I was watered or how long you are planning to keep this plug up my arse without lubricating it." I finished dressing and felt for something to cover my top.

"You ever wear a tight corset or really high heels, sir?" The sweater felt like angora. Careful of my makeup, I sorted out front from back and slipped on the long-sleeved, turtleneck top.

"Is there anything else you want me to put on, sir?"

Sir James gave me a nice tight hug and a light kiss. "I apologize for neglecting your needs today, Tonya." He took me in the bathroom and allowed me to drink as much water as I wanted.

"Can you tolerate your plug until morning? It would please me if you remain in your diapers until then."

"Yes, but please don't expect me do too much dancing," I giggled. "It is really irritating when I move much." I repeated my unanswered question.

"No, you look fine. Here's your purse." I reached to take it and was pleased to feel my own large shoulder bag and not the little girl purse I'd had to carry that day.

"Come, I'll take you for a nice dinner." On his arm, I was guided to a taxi. Though I was curious, it was not that big of a deal not knowing what city I was in. The instructions to the cabbie offered me no clues.

"Would you like wine or a cocktail this evening, Tonya?" he asked once we'd been seated in the restaurant.

"Scotch on the rocks, please?" I requested. He ordered 'Chivas^® neat'.

"Please do not get drunk on me, Tonya."

"I'll be a good girl, sir."

"Yes, you have been trying hard to do that, I know.

"Most everything on the menu here promises to be delicious. I'm going to have escargots in garlic butter to begin then their king-sized porterhouse. What do you think you'd like?" he asked.

Despite being as tightly laced as I was, I was also very hungry as I'd only a light breakfast. "What I would really love is just the tenderloin portion of a porterhouse please, sir."

"Why not a filet mignon?"

"I enjoy a good filet, but they've almost no fat in the grain and lack the juiciness and the flavor, sir."

"Some, yes. What would you like with it, Tonya?"

"What are the soups, please?" Once I'd been read the offerings, I decided to request asparagus and crab bisque, a nice salad and dinner rolls to complete my meal. Sir James ordered exactly what I'd requested for his 'lovely fiancée', as I'd been introduced to our waitress, Sally.

She 'argued' a bit with Sir James about my selected steak. "Sally, if you have a problem with delivering exactly what Tonya would like, please introduce me to your supervisor's manager?"

"I trust that will not be necessary, sir," was her meek reply.

He'd also ordered us another round of drinks. When she delivered them, I heard, "Sir, this is Antoine, the head chef. Please instruct him directly how you would like the lady's meal, so that my inadequate interpretation does not make your enjoyment of the food less than excellent?" her voice was quaking and she seemed very nervous.

"Sally?" I raised my hand. She took it. I covered hers with my other one. "Relax already! My master expects servants and slaves to do things as he requests. His demands are not unreasonable. It's OK, you did fine." I gave hers a firm warm squeeze.

"Thank you, miss." Her words seemed even shakier.

"You are welcome, Sally."

Sir James was instructing the chef. "…the beef is to be from your premium selections and cooked to perfection - bloody rare, Antoine."

"Yes, sir."

"How was your day, Tonya? Was anything enjoyable for you?" he asked when we were alone.

"I like being dressed and being pretty. I would have liked to see how I look." I shrugged.

"I'll try not to complain again today sir."

"You are pretty.

"May I continue, please, sir?"

"Go on."

"Sir, I'm a T girl and I'm a few steps ahead of most transvestites and cross dressers. But wearing pretty cloths and seeing how I look is a very important part of my happiness and well-being.

"Sir, is it your intent to keep me blind the entire time we're here?"

"Yes. I enjoy having you helpless in that way. You are gorgeous to watch in that state. Much of the time, you'll not be able to hear either." I'd nothing more to say that he wanted to hear.

Upon our return to the hotel suite after a delicious meal, I was handed a leather muzzle. "Go in the bathroom, Tonya. Remove your contacts and your makeup, as well as, your earplugs then put this on before you come out." I acknowledged with a curtsey.

Not having any clear idea of the layout or my orientation, I bumped into furniture and walls for ten minutes before I finally found it.

Once my eyes accustomed to the bright lights I discovered that my sweater was white and the skirt I'd chosen was a red tartan. My plastic baby pants were clearly visible and the size of my hips was ridiculously large, especially in contrast to my corseted waist.

"Get on the middle of the bed near the head and kneel with your knees spread," he ordered when I was positioned next to it. "Wrists crossed behind your neck." He tied them securely to the collar of the ring-gag muzzle I'd buckled snuggly. The soft pads over my eyes again had deprived me of my sight. The ropes were brought forward, crossed between my bare breasts then wrapped several times around my chest and tied in back. My knees were wrapped with rope then tied to the bed frame after being very uncomfortably spread wide apart.

Sir James then tied my ankles to my thighs with my feet pulled together and roped too. What he did next really hurt. A rope was fixed to a ring on the top of the bridle, passed around the one between my ankles and pulled to force me to bend my head back. He pushed my chest until my head rested on the mattress then tied the rope to keep me down.

I was left in pain!

It was some time later that Sir James climbed onto the bed. Quickly, it was clear that my padded crotch and thighs were to be his pillows for the night. I screamed at him in protest!

"Unless you are begging me to cane you here, I suggest you stop the noise and let me sleep peacefully, Tonya." He kissed the inside of my thigh above my stocking top. But for my sweater and skirt, I was still fully dressed.

"Have you any idea of how uncomfortable I was while you slept, Sir James?" I'd bathed, fixed my face pretty then reinserted my contacts and earplugs once I was released in the morning. He had tightened my corset and dressed me once I'd emerged from the bathroom. What I wore felt like a nice suit, with a buttoned blouse and a pair of boots.

"Yes I believe I do. Now, unless you want to be that way every night or worse, don't complain.

"Take this." I was handed the heavy plastic bag containing my sodden diapers. "Here's your purse.

"I'll escort you to the front desk. Wait until someone addresses you then you will state your name and that you are a guest. Request that they launder your 'soiled diapers'. Note, you will state, 'soiled diapers'. Tell them that you will pick them up this evening.

"Am I clear on this?"

"Yes, sir." I was anything but happy about what I had to do.

"Very well. Take my arm."

Even though I couldn't see their reactions, it was highly embarrassing to tell them I wore diapers and hear the girl and guy I was speaking to giggle. Sir James must have shown the room key after I was asked for the number and had to say I didn't know because I was blind.

"For now, I'll allow you to hear," I was told once we were on the sidewalk. "Your earplugs will stay in though."

"May I ask what we are going to do today, sir?"

"You may ask, but I've told you several times that I'll not answer your question, Tonya," was the answer I received.

As we walked, Sir James frequently stopped and posed me then left my side for a minute or two. I didn't ask what he was doing, but guessed he was taking pictures of me, out and about.

"This looks like a nice place for breakfast, Tonya." I was happy to be permitted to sit, it seemed like we'd walked for miles and I wanted off my toes, even if only for a short while.

We shopped and I was ordered to try on everything from dresses, skirts and blouses in and assortment of fabrics and materials, from nylon to leather and latex. In one store, I wore out what he'd bought me, a tight latex catsuit with molded in stockings and gloves, but no fingertips. Sir James put my boots back on, but I was offered no other clothing, but for the corset, stay band and chastity belt under it. A female spent a lot of time polishing me before I was taken out.

"I'm going to request something from you. You may say, 'no', if you are unwilling to do this for me."

"What would you like, sir?"

"I'd like you in bondage and on a leash, Tonya."

"Do I get anything in return?"

"Yes, you may keep your hearing until tomorrow morning and your bondage tonight will be far more comfortable." The threat of spending another night like the one I had just had was enough to cause me to agree.

We walked about a block when I was sat down on a bench. "I'll be ten or fifteen minutes. Just sit there and wait." I sensed him secure my leash to the back of the seat with very little slack.

The application of cuffs ratcheting around my ankles was my first indication that Sir James had returned. "I'm going to pick you up. When I do, bend your knees and kneel when I set you down," he instructed. It was a padded surface I was placed on with a rigid pole pressing my back.

"Close the collar next, Jim." If I'd been told he would have other men there to supervise, I'd not have believed it. A metal collar attached to the pole circled my neck after the pole was adjusted for my height.

"Secure her waist." A wide leather belt tried to press the small of my back to the pole.

"Legs," another advised. Sir James raised my left boot until it pressed my butt and was secured by a rigid pole-mounted cuff to hold it there once locked. My other one was bent up to put all my weight on the points of my knees.

"Wendy, position Tonya's hands while Jim closes the sides of her cage." Cage? A female lifted my arms and held them at neck height. Someone else pressed my upper arms close to my sides. The front half of a barred steel cage with half of a stock pressed my neck, wrists and body. It was a tight squeeze.

"Keep your hands there while I help with the back." Wendy let go and they raised the back; compressing my body and capturing my neck and hands in the top.

"Good, it's a tight fit, just as I hoped," she pronounced. Her hands pulled my breasts out between the bars.

"Wendy, it will be good if you do the collar," one of the guys said.

"Jim, when you put her in this, put the choker around her neck first and slip the ring through the front half as you slide that back." A thin cable slipped over my head and was held up high under my ears.

"Tilt your head back." Wendy pressed on my forehead until I faced straight up. The mentioned collar cupped my head and prevented me from lowering it.

"This isn't very comfortable," I commented as the back half mated and was locked on each side.

"It was never intended to be. I think your owner is being too soft on you by not letting me use the toilet that is designed to go on top next, but that's his right.

"Open your mouth."

"Sir, please don't make me a toilet?" I screamed in terror.

Wendy twisted my nose ring and slapped my face. ""Quiet!" I opened for a rubber covered jaw jack to be installed.

"She's done. It's my turn, Jim." I heard loud applause and whistles! I could only assume I was surrounded by a crowd.

As much time as it had taken to cage me passed before I again heard another round of applause, but even louder.

"If it is any consolation, Tonya, Wendy is fitted into a cage, just like yours too and she has the drain of a urinal, that is mounted to the top of hers, stuck in her mouth." Sir James caressed my cheek. "Her leash is attached to your dental jack."

"Jim the parade is assembling," one of the guys informed. 'Parade?'

I'd been leashed, but was aware only when the noose inside the posture collar tightened and the jaw jack tried to spread my mouth open even further.

If I could have screamed, I would have when the leash snapped taut after my cage accelerated as it rolled down the handicap ramp at the corner and spun me around then again when Wendy's leash jerked my mouth open as her leash yanked.

The torture continued for what seemed like hours. I must have been pulled for hours. It was only a slight relief to have the steel gag removed at the conclusion.

"You want a beer or wine, Tonya?" Sir James offered.

"I don't suppose release is an option?" I hopefully asked.

"Correct," he answered. He repeated the question.

"A beer, please, then switch to white wine."

Someone fondled my protruding rubber covered breasts.

A plastic tube touched my lips. "Suck like it's a straw," Sir James instructed.

"Hungry? There is a variety of food offered. What might you like?"

"Fish and fries?"

Quite some time later, a loudspeaker drew everyone's attention. "Master's, Mistresses, slaves and wankers may I have your attention.

"Your ballots have been counted and I invite the winners on stage please?"

The list was a long one with lots of categories. He called a list of numbers. "…Five twenty-seven."

"That's us, Tonya, open for the gag." I didn't fight; I just opened. Contrary to his promise, the white sound was turned on. It hurt more than before as our cages were pulled up a ramp. My hearing was not restored until some time after and I'd been pulled for several city blocks again.

Release, while painful until my body's circulation was restored, was heavenly. "Give Tonya her sight, Jim."

"I don't want her to know where she is," he argued, but was quickly over ruled by his friends.

"Tonya, you are in Toronto," a new female voice said before my hearing could be denied.

My contacts were removed.

There were ten others in the room: five males and four females, besides Sir James and Wendy. They ranged in age from their twenties to what I guessed was a guy of more than sixty. The women were gorgeously attired in various states of undress.

Wendy, still packed in the cage, was in the center of the room. She was dressed identically to me, in shiny black rubber, but ballet boots, and bound as I had been. One big difference was her total lack of hair; she was bald and had no eyebrows, but for her painted crescents. Numerous rings decorated her nose and lips.

My empty cage was identical. Exactly as I'd been told, above her bent back head, a standard men's' room urinal was mounted with its drain going into her mouth.

"I'm Master Rex, Tonya," The oldest occupant then introduced all of the others to me. I curtseyed.

"Our sincere congratulations for helping to win the Best of Bondage and the grand prize for Best of Show." He raised his glass.

"The bar is there, so help yourself to a drink and the food."

Hungry, I curtseyed and didn't hesitate to go there. "May I serve any of you first?"

"Just serve yourself, Tonya," Master Rex grinned.

When I started to kneel next to Sir James, he stopped me. "You knelt enough today, sit next to me."

"You've trained your slave very well, Sir James. My congratulations," the youngest and most attractive female complimented. Red haired, she wore a very tight corset of black leather, ballet thigh boots and shiny steel chastity belt too.

"Thank you."

Sir James offered my purse. I took the hint and retrieved my holder, cigarettes and lighter. I wanted a smoke even more than to satisfy my hunger.

One of the guys got up, walked over to Wendy and pissed.

"Could you that, Tonya?" Master Rex casually asked.

"No. It is rather hard being a girl and to use a urinal. The chastity belt I wear would make it impossible, master." A few of the women laughed at my reply.

"I meant, would you willingly take Wendy's place?"

"No thank you, master."

Back at the hotel, Sir James selected a black latex baby doll and stockings and handed me those with the keys to my boots. "Go in the bathroom and remove your suit, Tonya. Wash it and yourself then get ready for bed."

I fell asleep almost instantly once my head hit the pillow. I knew he positioned me as he desired, but don't remember how … I was so tired.

"It is Sunday, Tonya," I'd been told to put on the yellow little girl dress after I was corseted and diapered the following morning and was just finishing my makeup.

"Yes it is, sir."

"It is decision time. Are you still, willing to become my property?"

It wasn't funny, but I laughed. "If I say, 'no' are you going to take all my other clothing along with everything else of mine and abandon me here to deal with things the best I can?" I did have it figured.

"Yes," his answer was quick. "I'll give you the ankle cuffs you are wearing and a pair of handcuffs too." I did not think he was kidding.

Dropping to my knees, I placed my hands behind my neck and looked up. "I beg you to own me, sir."

The polished collar was totally unexpected. It was thick sterling and an inch and a half wide with a swivel ring in front and another in back.

 

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