Fashion 2187

Bondage fiction by “The Inventor”

Foreword

This story it is for adults only. If you are under 18 please stop reading now.

This is a piece of fiction. All persons are over 18, none are real. Any similarity with real people is coincidentally. Not everything is consensual in this story, which it must be in real life! The bondage would not be possible in real life. It would lead to injury or even death, but this is fantasy, the people in this world can do it without harm. Most likely you can’t! So please don’t try it!

Please be patient, it starts slowly, but it gets more interesting at Anns birthday.

By the way, this is a bondage story, if you want sex then this is not for you. If you like bondage, enjoy.

If you think there are many grammatical errors in the story, please don’t forget that it dates in the year 2187. It is located somewhere in Europe. The language has evolved by mixing the local language with English. In the course of time most of the original language has vanished, but the resulting English has still some remnants from it. (English is not my native language, I can’t do better than that, but I think that’s a good excuse.)

Part 1

At the coffee table

Four beautiful young ladies of the upper class were sitting at the coffee table.  All of them wore the most fashionable dresses and ultra-modern accessories. They were engaged in small talk and each of them had a handmaid serving her.

To understand why the handmaids were needed we have to take a look at the past. It was the year 2187 and during the past decades many drastic changes had happened. After some catastrophic accidents mankind had finally accepted that it had to abstain from nuclear power in middle of the previous century.

This had happened just in time to prevent a deadly radioactive contamination of the whole planet. There were huge contaminated areas on each continent where no human life was possible, but still the major part of the earth was inhabitable.

Fortunately renewable energy sources could provide enough electric power even at significantly lower price in the long term. So there was no lack of energy, but there were other impacts: Human fertility dropped drastically. Due to this the world population decreased considerably. According to the latest official census there were 840 million people living on earth. This was good news. It showed a small increase for the first time in 68 years. The combined efforts of the governments all over the world seemed to take effect and the threat of soon extinction had apparently been averted.

In the 60s of the 21st century, the oil deposits had been exploited to such an extent that only very small quantities could be produced. To burn them for propulsion purposes was a worldwide punishable offense. The last oil residues were needed for more important things such as the production of special plastics.
At first it was thought that the traffic could be switched completely to electric drive. But it soon turned out that the deposits of lithium were too small to cover the enormous demand for the production of batteries. Despite intensive research, it had not been possible to find equal or even better alternatives to lithium batteries.
The transport of goods and passengers by road became so expensive that only the richest could afford private vehicles and flight operations became impossible. In large cities, tram networks were expanded. In areas with a low population density where there was no public transport, riding horses and carriages became standard again.
The changes also had a major impact on society. The global movement of goods declined drastically. As a result, many jobs in manufacturing disappeared. Much was again produced locally by small crafts enterprises. Field work had to be done again with the help of horses or muscle power. Few wealthy people employed many workers and servants.
The difference between rich and poor was also clearly visible in the former industrial nations. Rich people dressed in eye-catching clothes and women’s dresses in particular became more and more elaborate. One showed its affiliation to the upper class by dressing in such a way that work was not possible.
In the course of time the fashion had become more and more extreme. It had begun with the fact that rich women let themselves be laced again into the corset. This restricted their mobility and hindered their breathing, so that heavy work was not possible. But soon this fashion was adopted by the less wealthy. There were the women who worked in public offices, for example. These had no heavy physical work to do and could also wear corsets without any problems.
Fashion designers naturally found a solution. The hoop skirt became modern again. Women wore elaborately decorated dresses with skirts with a circumference of more than 4m. The corset was retained of course. Dressed in this way office work was hardly possible. Who could dress in such a way had to belong to the upper class. But even this could not be maintained in the long run. The majority of working women could never dress like that. But there was a small middle class who earned enough money to be able to afford such a dress for special occasions. They liked to wear this dress in their spare time to feel “aristocratic”. Also some of them wanted to fish for a man from the upper class. Since there was a rather strict separation between the classes this was only possible if one dressed accordingly.
At first the fashion reacted with a gradual change. The skirts became wider, the fabrics heavier and more expensive. The corset was tightened more and more. Waist training became the standard for every wealthy woman. A waist of less than 50cm (twenty inches) circumference was the required standard measurement. Already as teenagers the girls started to lace themselves and this was maintained until old age.

But in time that was no longer enough. There were too many women in the middle class who came close to the beauty ideal although they did not have the possibilities of the upper class. So they found ways to further differentiate themselves. Every really rich woman had servants who made sure that her mistress didn’t have to do any work herself. The best way to differentiate yourself from the middle class was to equip yourself so that you really needed the servants. Very tight leather gloves, which made it very difficult to grab anything, were the first step. But since you could hardly see if the gloves were really effective or if they were so loose that the wearer was not restricted at all, the next step followed soon.

One day a famous fashion designer showed his models with their hands tied behind their backs. The shackles were wide, comfortably padded stainless steel bracelets decorated with precious stones and gold inlays. The lockable bracelets were connected with 20cm long gold chains. The models could  wear them comfortably due to the padding. But they could not put down the bracelets without outside help and the suitable key. Not everything that is possible on the catwalk has to be possible in real life. The designer had not planned to sell the shackles, they had been made exclusively for the show. But surprisingly, he received several purchase requests shortly after the show. Especially famous singers wanted to wear this “jewelry” on stage.

Of course, the designer did not want to miss out on the additional business, especially as the clientele was prepared to pay high sums for the individually adapted pieces of jewelry. After the shackles had been shown on stage, there were many fans who wanted the same. Sale figures of these “jewelry shackles” were increasing fast. Soon imitation products were available at much lower prices. In addition now also variants were manufactured. Different lengths of the chains, different materials and a variety of different decorations were offered. One tried to outbid each other in originality, but also in restrictiveness of the shackles. Even tightly welded bracelets were sold.

The most popular variant were wide shackles made of stainless steel, of course softly padded and partially gold-plated or set with precious stones. They could be worn comfortably for long term, but they were also absolutely escape-proof. The ladies had their hands tied on their backs before they left the house. A servant who accompanied them had the key and could free them in an emergency. But she had strict instructions to do so only if there was really no other possibility. Of course, the tight leather gloves continued to be worn.

After that it seemed like all boundaries had fallen. Soon the shackles became more extreme. Men also joined in by inventing new restraints and giving their wives exclusive “jewelry”. It soon turned out that the shackles were perceived as erotic by many and even the birth rate increased slowly. Therefore the new fashion was promoted by many governments. There were tax advantages for the purchase of bondage jewelry and even premiums for the invention of new erotic bondage.

But let’s get back to our coffee party:
Ann tells: “Yesterday I was at Beststeelrestraints with my friend Toog. Have you been there? What a large selection they have. And they only make made-to-measure products. We didn’t buy anything and Toog hasn’t told me what it’s all about. He had already informed the sellers before. They knew exactly what they had to measure. I think I’ll get a great birthday present. I just hope that I can really wear it. If it goes after the measures which were taken it must be something big: Circumference of the arms at the wrists as well as above and below the elbows, neck circumference and many more. Even my feet were measured exactly, I really wonder what he is up to.

Of course they do a complete body scan, but additional hand-measured measurements are necessary. The experts feel exactly how firm the muscles are and where a bone could be pressed. With that knowledge they correct the scan before the design is printed. So everything fits much better than at other companies that work directly with the scan.”

“Yes” answered Lia “Beststeelrestraints is currently the best shop when it comes to arm jewelry. My husband gave me a Beststeelrestraints armbinder. It looks really great, but it is not easy to wear although it really fits perfectly. There is nothing squeezing and nothing constricting although it is very tight.”
“What, you have a Beststeelrestraints! Why haven’t you shown it to us yet” Maari shouted in surprise.

“As I said, it’s really not easy to wear. My arms lie together from my wrists to my elbows. There is just so much space that the bones in the elbows are not pressed against each other. In addition it is completely rigid and exactly adapted to the contour of my arms. I cannot turn the forearms in it and there is hardly any movement possible. Small movement up and down is possible, that’s all. So far I can only bear that for a little more than an hour. So I can’t wear it out of home yet. But we practice at least twice every day. One hour in the morning and one in the evening. Besides, I only sleep with a training bracelet. He bought it with wise foresight. Of course it’s not that nice. But it is adjustable. My husband makes it a little tighter every evening, just so much that I can’t feel the difference. So I can slowly get used to having no more freedom of movement for my arms. We have also made the mono glove which I wear now a little tighter. But it doesn’t fit as perfectly as the Beststeelrestraints. It can’t be made any tighter than it is now, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to wear it anymore. I hope that I can wear my Beststeelrestraints permanently soon.”

Now Suan stood up. “I wanted to show you something all the time.” She said and turned to her servant. She knew exactly what it was all about and slowly unlaced Suans leather monoglove. When she could finally pull it down a real work of art came to light. Suan wore a unique stainless steel bracelet decorated with gold inlays and precious stones. But the most striking thing was not the ornaments but the fixation of Suan’s arms and hands. Above the elbows and around the wrists there were 5cm wide steel bands. In between there was a net of narrow steel bands. Thus the forearms were tightly pressed together along the whole length. The hands lay flat with the palms on each other and each finger was in three rings. There were two rings on the thumbs. Each finger phalanx had a narrow ring. All rings were welded to the adjacent rings and the corresponding rings of the other hand. Additionally, the rings were connected to each other and to the wrist straps with narrow steel straps. So Suan could not move her hands and fingers at all.

“Wow, is that a Beststeelrestraints? I’ve never seen one like that before. Especially the handcuffs are awesome. And it also looks great.” Lia called surprised.
“It is not from the Beststeelrestraints standard catalog. I thought up the design myself. But Beststeelrestraints made it for me and they also helped me to optimize the design so that I could wear it more comfortably. They even offered to include the design in their collection. If it is actually sold, I’ll get the state inventor bonus and a small Beststeelrestraints bonus. The armbinder would pay for itself with that. My parents bought it for me. They said I was too grown-up for a simple leather mono glove. You could wear it as a teenager at 16 but not from the age of 18. It would be cool if I could give the money back to them. So if one of you is interested… I have also designed a few variations. A few are even more restrictive than this one. But I didn’t dare to do that to myself.”

“Isn’t it padded?” Maari wanted to know.
“No, that is not necessary. It fits so perfectly that nothing can scrub. An upholstery would have given additional freedom of movement and that is not supposed to be.
“Yes, mine has no padding either. Nevertheless, it fits better than anything I have ever worn before. I just wish I was flexible enough to wear it all the time. I am really jealous that you can do that already Suan,” said Lia.

“It looks like it were all welded” Ann observed. “Is it permanent?

“Oh no, there are tiny hidden locks. You can open them with a special key. I have to do half an hour of gymnastics every day. Otherwise my arms could be seriously damaged.”

Part 2

Ann’s Birthday

Ann waited excitedly for Toog. It was her birthday and she knew that Toog would come soon. Of course she suspected what he would give her, the measurements at Beststeelrestraints must have had a reason.
But what exactly he would give her she couldn’t imagine. She was already very excited. She had the feeling that the time had stopped. Toog had told her that he would arrive at 10:00 am., a long time before the start of the family celebration which was planned at three a clock in the afternoon.
Toog had insisted on giving her his gift in the morning. He had said that it would certainly take some time until she could really enjoy it.

Ann loved it when he put on her day cuffs. When he did that she had the feeling that she was completely devoted to him. That’s why the thought of a new shackle also excited her. Would it take several hours to put it on? Or was it so restrictive that it would take hours to get used to it? If so, would she even endure being tied up so tightly all day? What would she do if the bondage turned out to be unbearable? She couldn’t have her shackles taken off during the celebration, could she? They were a gift from Toog for this special event after all.

Now it was 9:40 o’clock and she could hardly stand the mental tension. She couldn’t really distract herself either. She wore her best and tightest monoglove and a strict corset as well as a hoop skirt with a circumference of almost five meters. She wanted to look as good as possible today for her guests and especially for Toog. So she was quite helpless and since her servant still did some errands for the celebration nobody was there who could turn the pages of a book for her or operate the multimedia device.

So she could do nothing but wait. Slowly the minutes crept away. But finally her waiting time ended. At 9:50 the door bell rang. Toog hadn’t been able to hold on any longer and had arrived a little earlier.

As fast as it was possible for her in her 12cm high-heels she hurried to the door opener. There were several buttons in different heights, so that it was possible to reach at least one even when tied up. She operated one with her nose tip. Thereupon the entrance area was shown on a monitor. Of course Toog stood there, he had a big package in his arms. With a second pressing of the button Ann confirmed that the door should be opened.

With a stormy hug and a long kiss Toog congratulated her on her birthday. She couldn’t accept his gift, her maid would normally have done that for her. But Toog gladly offered to unpack it for her. Several parts came to light, the function of which Ann could only partly guess. But all parts had one thing in common: they were all made of polished stainless steel and looked extremely stable. Some were also decorated with precious stones. Toog must have spent a fortune.

However, she immediately recognized two parts: steel ballet boots. She remembered that she had once told Toog that she would like to try ballet boots. So far the highest shoes she had ever worn were the 12cm high heels in which she stood in front of him. Ballet boots were just coming into fashion. You rarely saw them on the street, which could also be due to the wide skirts. But at fashion shows they could be seen everywhere. Ann found them very elegant, but was also a little afraid of the unusual foot position. Would she be able to walk in them? How would her toes feel after hours? The family celebration might become a real torture. But she swore not to let anything show and to bear it as long as she could for the sake of Toog, preferably the whole day.

She didn’t let her fear show and she asked Toog to dress her with the new shoes right away, which he of course liked to do. The boots were fitted very differently than normal shoes. Each shoe could be divided in the middle. To do this, Toog loosened four hidden screws with which the shoes were screwed from the side. Ann now had to stretch her left foot so that she could place it in the inner half. Toog placed the second half onto it from the outside and screwed the two halves together.

They repeated the same thing with the right shoe. Then he helped her get up. It turned out that Beststeelrestraints had worked really well. She could actually stand in the shoes and was surprised how well the load was distributed in the shoes. The main burden was not on the stretched toes but on the ball of the foot and the heels. Contrary to her expectations, the shoes were not painful but just a little tight and very stiff. She could not move her feet. The boots went over the ankles to the middle of the calf, therefore her feet were locked in a stretched position. That also guaranteed that she could not twist her ankle. Therefore the risk of injury was lower than with normal high heels.

“Do they fit?” Toog asked. “Yes excellent, they are really comfortable. I think it is easier to walk with them than with my high heels.” This courageous statement turned out to be not quite right when she tried. Her feet were now completely stiff. She couldn’t roll with her ankles anymore but had to make all movements exclusively with her hips and knees. It was good that the shoes had no heels. The point of her toes was now the pivot point over which the leg rolled. It had to take over the function of the ankle. With a heel this would have been very difficult. She had the feeling that she had to learn to walk again. It would certainly require some practice before she could move elegantly in the ballet boots. Was that the reason why Toog had wanted to give her the presents so early?

During the first steps Toog always stayed near Ann to catch her should she stumble. But he soon noticed that she was moving slowly and carefully but quite safely. Due to the wide hoop skirt there was no danger that she could stumble over her skirts.

So he pulled the next pieces out of the box while Ann practiced walking. The stainless steel collar was at least 7cm high, very slim and studded with precious stones. Ann imagined how elegant she would look with it, but she was also a little afraid it might squeeze the air out of her. Toog added some more steel straps. But Ann didn’t notice those at first, she was so distracted by the collar.

When Toog looked at her questioningly, she nodded a little shyly and then stood in front of him, ready to receive the next gift. “Please turn around, I have to remove your old collar.” Right, she already wore a collar which was connected to her monoglove at the backside. In her excitement she hadn’t thought about it at all. Toog removed the leather collar and then carefully put the new steel collar around her neck from the front. He had to bring up quite a lot of strength to bend it wide enough. It had no hinge and was so springy that it almost closed itself when he carefully let it jump back again. Only a 2cm wide gap remained open. “Everything OK, so far? he asked. “Yes, it’s still quite loose.” “We can change that.”

Toog put a tension strap around the collar. With a knurled screw he could tighten it carefully. He made sure again and again that Ann was all right. The collar tightened more and more around her neck. But it fitted perfectly. She was just about to say that it couldn’t be tighter because it was firmly attached everywhere when Toog explained: “Ready, fits perfectly, doesn’t it? He was right. It couldn’t have been tighter, but she could bear it quite well. It was supposed to emphasize her slender neck. So she didn’t want it to be loose.

The collar was indeed completely closed. Now Tog could fix it with two almost invisibly countersunk screws. He removed the tension strap and Ann could admire herself with the new collar in the mirror for the first time. “Wow, that looks great. I didn’t know I had such a slim neck.” “That is probably because you are forced to keep your neck beautifully straight now.  No slouching is possible. In addition the metal collar is clearly thinner than your leather ones. Beststeelrestraints adapted the collar perfectly to your neck. So it shouldn’t be a problem to wear it long term or even permanently after a period of getting used to it”.

The next piece was the armbinder. This was the most decorated part. It had a golden shine and there were gemstones attached all over the outside.

At first Ann was a bit surprised about the length of it. It seemed to be to short to fix her arms together from shoulder to wrist with touching elbows as she had expected. Would her wrists be free? Or her elbows not held together? Or was there no connection to her shoulders? All of that was required according to the current fashion standard.

Then she realized it. It was a reverse prayer armbinder. That was just starting to become highest fashion. She had never worn such an item and as far as she knew none of her friends hat ever tried one, but she had seen a singer wearing one on stage only three weeks ago. She remembered thinking that it looked almost unbearable to have ones arms fixed that way for an extended period of time.

Toog had registered the anxious look she had when she recognized that is was her turn now to experience that feeling. “Don’t worry, it is fully adjustable. Your arms will not be fixed with your forearms parallel and the elbows touching right at the beginning. It will take a lot of practice before we can do that. At first it will be just an X-shape with your right hand close to your left shoulder and vice versa. Your elbows will be far from touching in the beginning. Then we can draw your hands closer together a tiny bit every day. We will not start drawing the elbows closer together before your wrists are touching at your spine. According to Beststeelrestraints it takes round about six months of continuous training until the final position can be held for the whole day.”

Ann was still a bit frightened, but she was willing to try. “Will I have to wear it day and night to achieve that?” “More or less yes, but we will release your arms every few hours for some minutes or what ever is required to ensure that your circulation is OK. It should take no more than two weeks until your body has adapted to the new posture. It will not be necessary to release them after that.” “I think it looks lovely, but I still have some doubts if I can handle it.” “I’m sure you can do it.” “OK, please remove my dull old armbinder. Let me try the new fashion.”

Toog loosened the laces of Ann’s leather armbinder. He had not reconnected it to her new collar, so he could soon slip it from her arms. Ann wanted to make best of her momentary freedom and tried to hug Toog, but her arms were really stiff after being bound for hours. So she had to bring them forward slowly, flexing her shoulders for a while before she could embrace him. “Thank you very much for all those precious gifts. I really like them, although they don’t seem to be designed to make my life easier.”

“Wait till you see your last gift. That one is definitely designed to make your life easier. Although I hope that you will not use it to get lazy. Shall we start with the armbinder now?” “OK, please do your worst.”

“Please cross your arms on your back so that your left hand is close to your right shoulder. Try to get your elbows as close together as possible.”  Ann followed that command. It was not really difficult for her. Her arms had already gained a lot of flexibility due to long term application of her old armbinder in the past. “Hey, that’s impressive. Your elbows are almost touching. I didn’t expect that. Perhaps we can get you into the final position much faster than I thought.”

Toog slipped the first part of the new armbinder between her back and her arms upwards towards her neck. Then two brackets were connected at the top end. These Brackets curved over her shoulders, so that the armbinder could not slip down. Her elbows slipped into two sheaths that were mounted to the bottom of the first part. Nevertheless Ann could still slightly move her arms side wards. The sheaths were not fixed yet. Wide cuffs were placed around her wrists.

“The armbinder is complete. Beststeelrestraints guarantees that it is one hundred percent escape-proof even in this state. Nevertheless we should remove the looseness now, shall we?”

Of course that was a rhetorical question. Toog didn’t even wait for an answer. He also did not have to touch the armbinder to adjust it. He just pressed a button on a small remote control. Ann sensed that her elbows were drawn closer together. “Hey, you said that the elbows will not be stressed in the beginning.”

“Yes, that’s right, but this is an automatic adjustment process. There are sensors in the armbinder that can detect under how much stress your arms are. Your elbows are positioned first. Than it will pull at your wrists until they are at the optimum position for the beginning of the training.” “Oh, I can already feel it pulling on my wrists. Do you really think it has to be that tight?” “That’s not me. It is all automatic. It will do you no harm, but it will also always be at maximum tolerable tightness. Isn’t that a wonderful design?”

Ann didn’t think so at all. She thought it was much to tight, almost unbearable. Nevertheless she had to admit to herself that she could stand it. It was really hard, but it was possible. So she didn’t say anything, hoping that it would get easier when she got used to it. “I think adjusting has finished, it looks incredible. From now on it will  focus on the wrist position. During the starting phase it will keep the elbow position as it is.”

“I want to see it.” Ann started to turn to her mirror. “Just a minute, one small part is missing.” Ann felt him fumbling at the back of her collar. Then her neck was pulled back. She heard a click, the she could not bend her neck forward any more. Her neck had already been very restricted by the collar, but now it was rigid! “Hey, what is that?” “I connected the regal lock, now your head is held nicely erect.” “The what? That’s awful.” “It is a lock that connects your collar to the armbinder. The length has been optimized for the most desirable position of the head. It gives you a majestic look. Therefore it is named a regal lock.”

Finally Ann was allowed to see herself. She gasped when she turned to the mirror. From the front it looked as is she had no arms at all. Even from the side there was an unobstructed view of her small corseted waist. She thought it almost justified the pain in her arms and shoulders. She could also confirm that the name of the regal lock was correct. Her head was so erect, she seemed to have grown by several centimeters.

The doorbell interrupted her thoughts. “That must be your last gift. Shall I open the door? Or do you want t do it yourself?” Toog asked. “Please do it. You ‘ll be much faster than I could ever be.” Ann marveled some more at her own look in the mirror while Toog went to open the door. It was awesome, but the stress in her arms was not easy to be ignored. She wondered again if she really would be able to wear the extreme arm binder long term.

When Toog came back from the door there was a beautiful young woman with him. Ann didn’t understand when Toog said “This is your gift.” There wasn’t anything that looked like a gift at all. “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

 “It’s her, she is an ornament girl. Her name is Nin. I hired her for you. She is yours for the next five years.” Now Ann understood, ornament girls were a new fashion. She had seen only very few so far. They a were sign of very big wealth. Only the richest could afford one.

“Nin has agreed to the most extreme restraints and even some small body modifications like piercings and forced diet. Her contract specifies what you can do to her. Almost any kind of bondage is allowed as long as she is not harmed permanently.

She can quit any time if she thinks she can not bear it any more, but if she does that she will only get minimum wage for the time she is with you. Additionally she will have to pay for her meals and housing in that case. The rent is quite high as she is housed in luxury with you. Therefore her wage will just be high enough to cover that. So in the end she gets nothing. Whereas if she fulfills the whole five year contract she will get a bonus of two million interdollars. That is enough to ensure that she can live in wealth for the rest of her life.”

Part 3

Nin’s Training

Ann was curious to get to know why someone would agree to such a contract. She asked Nin to tell her about her past and her plans for the future.

Nin told: “I was born into a poor family. My parents could not afford the fees for a private school. Therefore I went to a public school. The education was not bad and I have always been a good pupil. When I finished school I wanted to go to the university, but I could not afford the tuition fee. With no more than public education there was no chance to get a good job. I would be forced to work in the fields for my whole life. I would never earn more money than I would need for day to day life.

When I heard about the possibility to earn a fortune within only five years I was excited. I found one of the new schools for ornament girls. To attend you either have to pay a fee that I could not afford or you must find a sponsor. Fortunately your friend was looking for someone he could hire and he was willing to sponsor me.

We agreed on a precontract and I could attend to the school for a year. The training was harsh, but I succeeded. My education was finished one week ago. Now I am officially qualified to serve as your ornament girl. Yesterday your friend and I signed a five year contract which will make me rich if I can fulfill it. If I cant I’ll still be poor, but I’ll be in no worse situation than I was before I met your friend.”

“Can you tell us about your training?” suggested Toog. “It was hard, especially at the beginning. I had to learn to stand different bondage positions for long time. Especially my arms were not used to that. You were probably trained to have your elbows touching on your back since you were a teenager. Being from the lower class this was not the case for me. I had to learn it the hard way.

It started with being bound in a hogtie for an hour on the first day. I was in tears after 20 minutes although my elbows were not even close to touching. I almost quit right at the beginning, but I didn’t.

On the second day it was back to the hogtie for one hour in the morning and another one in the evening. I remember that I pleaded to be released after 45 minutes in the evening session, but mistress May was strict. She threatened to silence me with a ball gag if I continued complaining. I managed to keep silent for the rest of the session. Nevertheless I had to wear the ball gag during the three one hour sessions on the next day.

On the fourth day it got even harder. When the mistress came to me after an hour of being hogtied I expected to get released. Mistress May tightened my elbow tie instead. “You will not be ready within six months if we don’t make significant progress each day.” She said. Then she left for another hour. I felt so helpless. The Pain in my arms and shoulders was maddening, but I could do nothing to get relieve. I was so happy when I was finally released.

After only one hour of freedom I was tied again. First I was glad that it was not the hogtie this time. I was standing. My wrists were tied on my back. Then the wrist rope was connected to a pulley at the ceiling. Slowly the mistress pulled my wrists upwards. I bent over at the hip to get my arms up, but she did not stop when may arms pointed to the ceiling. I was stretched to the limit. I was so worried that my shoulders would dislocate. Mistress May seemed to knew exactly how far I could be stretched. I’m sure my shoulders were so closed to being dislocated that just one additional cm would have caused serious injury.

This was much worse than any hogtie.  Fortunately she let me down after halve an hour this time. Nevertheless I wasn’t done for the day. It was the hogtie again in the evening. After the strappado session the hogtie seemed to be almost comfortable. I think the mistress did not tie me as tight as before because she knew that my limit was reached.

It took four weeks until my elbows could touch in my back. After two more weeks it was the first time that I was tied in a hogtie with touching elbows for a whole day. After that first whole day in a hogtie I was almost continuously tied up. Whenever no other training was due I was retied in a hogtie, always with touching elbows. I even had to learn to sleep in that position.

It took longer to get used to the extreme strappado that is required to qualify as ornament girl. Each day I was stretched a bit more and longer. Now I am proud to be able to stretch completely vertical with no bend at the hips and my arms vertical to the ceiling when I’m in strappado. Of course I’m on tiptoe when I’m tied like that. I have been tied in that position for up to three hours. I have been in Strappado for much longer, even up to a whole day, but then my arms were pulled up a little less high. I could alternate between getting on tiptoe to get some relieve for my shoulders and standing flat footed to get some relieve for my calves.

Mistress May also insisted in what she called storage and transportation training. I was squeezed into various containers of different design and rapidly decreasing size. The first one was a rectangular glass container of exactly my size when I was standing in ballet boots. It was the first time I had to wear ballet boots when I was introduced to this first storage container. The first time it was lying in that box for one night. The box was so small that I could barely move. All I could do was bend my legs and my arms a little. Also the air got quite stuffy after a short time. There were breathing holes in the box, but they were quite small.

Nevertheless that night was almost a holiday compared with the harsh bondage I had to endure before. In the morning my calves started cramping due to the ballet boots, but fortunately I was released from the box and the ballet boots were removed before real damage was caused to my calves. “This was the easy part, in the future the box will be vertical and you will be standing in the ballet boots” my mistress told me.

Nevertheless I was happy when it was time for storage and transportation training again two days later. I thought it would be a relatively easy night again. I didn’t know then that there were so many different ways of storage I would have to endure. That time I was completely naked, also no boots. I had to squeeze myself into a very small box. This was almost like a cube made of glass. I was folded into a ball of female flesh. Even before mistress May closed the lid I thought that there was no more space in the box, but with her providing some helping pressure on my head I finally could get inside.

She closed the lid and I was trapped in an awfully uncomfortable position with no space for any movement at all. “How long” I whimpered, but that was a question she never answered. When I was released an hour later I was so stiff that I was unable to get out on my own. My mistress had to get help to lift me out of the box. She called for another mistress. Only together the two were able to lift me out of the box. That was the first time that I had contact with anyone else, but mistress May.

I was shocked when the mistress told me that I would have to learn to endure the cube for a whole day and night at least. She was really disappointed with the result of my first time in the box. So after that day I had to get into it every evening when my other training was completed. The duration was increased each time. After I reached twelve hours I was placed into the box every other day. So my other training could continue. I learned standing, walking and even dancing and running in ballet boots during that time for example, also standing in the first box wearing the ballet boots.

It took eight weeks until I had fulfilled the requirement of twenty four hours in the cube, but just to make sure I had learned the lesson the mistress insisted in an additional session of twenty six hours two days later. Then finally the storage and transportation training moved on to the next item.

The next storage item was also a glass box. Mistress May explained that all storage boxes were made of glass because an ornamental girl must be seen, otherwise she could not be an ornament.

This box had a different shape. It was higher, but with a smaller base area. I was placed on my knees with my calves folded to my thighs. The mistress pushed me into the box from the back until my breasts were pushed through two circular holes in the front pane of the box. These holes were smaller than my breasts, so another mistress had to help fondling my breasts through the holes while mistress May pushed my back into the box.

I had to keep my arms on my back during that process and it was impossible to get them around my body once the back lid was closed. Once I was inside the mistress closed the top with a two part top lid which had a hole in the middle. This closed around my neck so that my head was outside on top of the box.

 This box was easier to endure than the cubic, but the mistress increased the difficulty day by day. First I was naked from head to toe. In the second night she added the ballet boots. In the third night I had to wear a monoglove. In the fourth it was both.

Part 4

The mysterious Mistress

One night a mistress I hadn’t seen before visited me in the middle of the night. She didn’t talk to me, although I would have loved to get some distraction. She squeezed a huge ball gag into my mouth to prevent any screaming. Then she put nipple clamps onto my nipples. These were much to strong. They hurt like hell, but I could do nothing to avoid the pain.

She watched me for a while, then she left. I didn’t have any sense of time.  The room was dark and silent and I was alone with my pain. Therefore I don’t know how long she was gone, but I think it must have been hours before she came back.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks, I was in so much agony. Again she watched me for a while, then finally she removed the clamps. You might think it should have been a relieve to get rid of the clamps, but only if you don’t know that it hurts most when the clamps are removed.

That moment was horrible, I couldn’t even rub my sore nipples to relieve the pain. It took several minutes before the pain slowly subsided. The mistress watched me for a while, I think she enjoyed my misery. When the pain had dropped to a bearable level and my howling slowly changed to sobbing she removed the ball gag.

“Don’t tell anyone or you’ll suffer much more in the future” was all she said to me, then she left. When my mistress released me from the box much later she noticed my dried tears. “What happened?” She asked. “You have been in worse positions before and I have never seen you crying a lot.”

I was in too much fear to tell her about the other mistress. So I lied: “I had really bad craps in my calves.” Of course that gained me additional and longer stays in that box. The mistress had to make sure that I could cope with it otherwise my owner might be not satisfied and her reputation was at stake.

One time during one of these sessions the other mistress came back. I almost started crying when I saw her. I had feared that so much. I thought I might never finish the training with that box if she would torture me again and again. But this time she talked to me. First I got the ball gag again, then she said that she appreciated that I hadn’t revealed her secret.

“I’m very thankful about that. Nevertheless I love seeing you suffer so much. You are so lovely when you are in pain. I love your tears. I just have to do it again, but I promise I’ll reduce the duration by halve. I will clean away your tears after that, so that you can still finish your task.”

Then she applied the clamps. They were as bad as before. I couldn’t prevent the tears from rolling down my cheeks. “You are so lovely” she said. Then she kissed me on my forehead, stroked my hair and left.

I suffered and waited so long. I don’t know if it was really only half of the time of my first experience with the nipple clamps till she came back. It felt like endless. I was so happy when I finally saw her although I knew that the worst part was still to come.

“There you are, still in tears. I love you so much.” She said. I was so eager to get rid of the clamps, I tried to beg her to remove them, but my speech was impaired by the gag. Although I think she must have understood she pretended not to be able understand me and watched me for a while.

“OK, lets get them off” she finally said. Then she removed the clamp from my left nipple and waited. “If I remove them one after the other we can enjoy your pain twice, I should have thought about that last time.” She waited and watched me while I was howling into my gag.

“I love this so much, don’t you, too?” She asked when I was back to sobbing. I would not have agreed, but I could not speak anyway. “Ready for the next one?” she asked. Then she removed the second clamp. It was as horrible as before, but finally I was rid of both clamps and the pain was slowly fading away.

I was starting to relax as far as I could in my bondage and hoped that she would soon take away the gag and leave. Again she stroked my hair, then she started to release the gag.

Suddenly she stopped. “Oh, I forgot the cloth. I promised to clean you.” She tightened the gag again. “I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” She turned to leave, but then she had an awful idea.

“If I have to come back anyway we can have some more fun.” She smiled when she said that. Then she reapplied the clamps and left. I could not believe how someone could be so cruel.

She came back quickly this time. “Just a bit of additional fun, sorry I could not waste that opportunity” she said when she came back. She removed the clamps one after the other like before. It was not as bad as the first time, but still it hurt a lot. She savored it I knew it, but for me it was pure pain. She had to wait a while before I could finally stop crying. She removed the gag and cleaned away the tears as promised, although some had dropped into the box. I could only hope that mistress May would not notice.

“Did you have to endure the box again after that” Toog asked. “You finally qualified for that kind of storage I assume.” “Yes, I did. I had to do two more sessions in it, the longest one twenty four hours. You can’t imagine in how much fear I was during these sessions, but the other mistress didn’t come back those times.”

“Love to hear that you can handle that box. It is one of the storage options I ordered. You will be placed in such a box occasionally. Please go on with your story.”

“I had to learn another difficult task: The mistress said that it is required that first class ornamental girls wear their arms in reverse prayer configuration with forearms touching from wrist to elbow.

They called it full reverse prayer. If the forearms are not touching it is a half reverse prayer at best.

They told me that I would be classified as second class ornament girl if I would not be able to stand a full reverse prayer for six hours at least. Girls that can do no full reverse prayer at all are no better than third class.

I feared that you would not sign a final contract with a second or third class girl. Therefore I was determined to endure as much as possible. Nevertheless this was no easy task.

I still might have failed, but fortunately mistress May knows her job. Whenever I thought that my limit was reached she pushed just a little further. She didn’t give me a chance to back out.

Of course it helped that I had already learned to touch my elbows on my back earlier. The training went slowly, just a little less distance between the arms each day and an hour of freedom each day until I could endure the required posture continuously.

You can place my arms in a reverse prayer armbinder now, I can handle that for a long time.

During the last week of the training my arms were in reverse prayer configuration with forearms touching. A high steel collar stretched my neck and bent my head submissively forward, the armbinder was connected to it. I didn’t need any release during the whole week” Nin said proudly.

“If you can do it for a week you can do unlimited, am I right? That’s very good. I tried to request it, but they were not willing commit. They told me that some girls are not able to stand a reverse prayer for long time even after extensive training. They said they would try, but they could not promise anything. I’ve got a reverse prayer armbinder for you. I’d like to try it now.”

Nin was not to happy to give away her freedom immediately, but she had signed the contract. So she hat no other choice now. “You are the boss, I’m prepared to follow your orders.”

“In fact that’s not correct. I gave your contract to Ann as a birthday gift. She is you boss now. What do you think Ann, shall we get her into the binder?”

“Yes, I’d like to see that, but please tell us more about your training while Toog is applying the binder. Can you do that? Your story is quite fascinating.”

Toog had left Nins restraints in his carriage. He called a servant, who had to go outside three times to fetch all the gear. Meanwhile Nin took off all her clothes. “I’m taught that I must be naked while I’m in your service unless you order something different.” She explained when she saw Anns surprised look.

Nins Armbinder was made of polished stainless steel. It looked sturdier than Anns, there was no gold and there were no decorating gemstones, but it was also top quality.

“I got it made by your measurements, it should fit perfectly. In fact it must fit perfectly. It is not adjustable at all.” Toog said, then he started to slip it onto Nins Arms. She knew how it was applied and had already folded her arms onto her back as far as she could herself before Toog started. Some gentle pushing was all that was needed to fix Nins arms within the binder. A high collar was placed on her neck and the armbinder was connected to the collar with a little lock.

Part 5

Piercings

Meanwhile Nin continued with her story:

“A few weeks after the beginning of my training I was brought to a piercing specialist. I got piercings in my nipples and my septum. A chip was implanted under my skin at my left shoulder. This identifies me, it can be read contact less with a special reader. You can use the identification to read all my data and the data of my contract from a common database.

Now I’m wearing steel rings in my nipples and a steel grommet in my septum. My mistresses used these to control me. That was very humiliating. There is no way to resist if someone is pulling at a ring in your nipple or when she is holding a chain that is connected to a ring in your septum. Especially when your arms are bound which my were almost all the time.”

“Didn’t it hurt a lot when you got pierced?” Ann interrupted.

“Oh, yes it did, the hole in my septum is quite big. They actually punched a 3mm diameter grommet into it which was secured with a washer. The flesh in the core of the grommet was cut out in the process. My nose was numbed with anesthetics before that was done, so I didn’t feel immediate pain, but it hurt a lot as soon as the effect of the anesthetic was fading.”

“Were you bleeding a lot?” “No, the grommet closed the wound almost completely, therefore there was very little bleeding.”

“Did they pull at the rings when the wounds were fresh?” “Oh, no they would not do that, they waited until everything was healed. They were very professional, it was all about training, not torture. I had to fulfill many painful tasks, but they were always necessary for training. The only one that hurt me just for the “fun” of it was that one mistress with her nipple clamps. I did not know that what she did was off-limits when it happened, but she got into big trouble after mistress May had found out about what she had done to me.

“So those nights with the nipple clamps were the worst you had to endure?” “No, they were bad, but there were tasks that were probably even worse although what mistress May did was always for training purposes, not intentionally for torture.

Part 6

A Bad Surprise

The worst time was about 2 months before the term ended. I had been sent to another mistress for a special training. “Mistress June is a former ballet dancer, she has a lot of experience in training the flexibility of the legs. She will teach you to do the front split and the side split”. Mistress May had told me. “Please go to room 105 to meet her.” I didn’t know mistress June, so I suspected nothing when I went to that room. You might guess who this mistress was. “Hello Nin, I was looking forward to get assigned to you so much” she greeted me. I was so shocked I even tried to run away, but of course I didn’t get far. I was wearing ballet boots, a hobble chain between my ankles and an arm binder.

It took her just a few steps to catch me. She put her arm around my shoulder to stop me. “Nin, don’t worry, we’ll have a wonderful time. I will care for you, you’ll be fine. You know I really love you. The next three weeks will be gone in no time.”

That was another shock for me. When mistress May had sent me to the new assignment I had assumed that it would be for a few hours, may be a day. Not for three weeks! I had been with mistress May for the whole time before. I had thought she would be my trainer for the whole time. Of course I should have I known that you can’t learn to do the splits in a single day, but I wasn’t thinking that far. I would have called for help, but mistress May had secured a big ball gag in my mouth with a harness before she sent me off. No one seemed to be near us anyway.

It was an easy task for mistress June to hold me with one arm while she put a ring with an attached chain into my nose grommet. Then she pulled me into her quarters with the chain. So far no one had ever really pulled at my grommet. Mistress May had used it to lead me, but she never applied real force, the chain was never taut. Mistress June pulled, probably not with much force either, but it was enough to make my nose hurt. Of course I could not follow as fast as necessary to get some slack because of the boots and the ankle chain. Tears were running down my cheeks again. I saw her smiling and I knew that was what she liked most and I would be in tears a lot during the next three weeks.

She pulled me into a windowless room. It looked like a dungeon with it’s dark furniture and dim lighting. I saw several devices whose function I could not recognize at that time, but they were obviously suitable for restraining a person. Many straps and D-rings were connected to the devices. Also the room was equipped with many D-rings. These were fixed to the walls, the floor and even the ceiling of the room.

“This is my play room, you will stay here while you are in my custody. There is no way you can leave this room unless I let you out.” She closed the door and I saw that here was no door handle and no visible lock. The door just clicked and it was locked. There was no visible way to open it, I would be trapped even if I wasn’t bound. I never found out how mistress June opened it. The door always seemed to know when she wanted to leave and opened for her on it’s own.

“Let’s make an agreement.” Mistress June told me. “You will never tell anyone what happens here and I will limit the more torturing sessions to one or two hours a day. All the other time it will be just standard training. If you try to tell anyone or try to get away from me it will be torture all the time after that. Do you agree?” I nodded, I didn’t have any other options, so what else could I do.

Then Mistress June selected a high steel collar from a vast selection she had in a cabinet in her play room. She tested several on my neck, some of them were so tight that she could not close them. Others she thought were too loose, although I felt they were quite tight. At last she found one that she could barely close. It was so tall that I had do stretch my neck as far as possible. I could still breathe, but I had the feeling that my blood flow was restricted. I think I even got a bit dizzy. “Perfect, let’s keep that on for a while. If you don’t lose consciousness within the next hour then this is the correct size.” She secured it with a lock on the back of my neck. A sturdy chain was attached to the collar with the same lock. The other end of the chain was locked to a D-ring in the rear left corner of the room.

Unfortunately I didn’t lose consciousness. “See, I selected the perfect collar. It is tight enough to make an impression on you, but not so tight that it harms you. The height is also perfect. Your neck is so beautiful I don’t think this collar should be removed ever.” So the collar stayed till the end of my term with mistress June.

 I was struggling with that collar all the time, but it was worst during the nights. You cannot imagine how difficult it is to sleep when your neck is so restricted. Of course I was always bound while I was with mistress June. Fortunately she always gave me something to support my head when I was lying on my side. Otherwise that collar would have killed me. It was impossible to lay my head to the ground when I was on my side. I never got a pillow. “Pillows are too soft, they can’t support your head sufficiently.” Perhaps she was right, but did you ever try to sleep with your head on a wooden block or a stone? Why couldn’t she just remove the collar for the night?

I was almost happy whenever she laced me into a leather hood. She always laced it extremely tight and it had only two small holes at my nose for breathing. So that was not comfortable, but when she did that she often connected a rope from a ring at the top of the hood to one of the rings at the ceiling. This supported my head better than the hard wooden block she used most of the time.

It was a little better when I was allowed to sleep on my back. I could lay my had back onto the thin blanket that was my bed. I always had to sleep on the floor, most of the time my training continued during sleep.

These were the conditions she considered as not torturing! The standard training added additional stress. My legs were almost constantly stretched to the limit, feet as far apart as possible. Often held by a string around my big toes so that my feet were stretched in a straight line with my legs. So even though I didn’t wear my ballet boots it felt almost the same. I still could not flex my ankles.

Every Morning I had one hour flexibility training. Of course I had gained much flexibility due to the bondage positions, but bondage is different it stresses the body while it’s not moving whereas in normal life you gain mobility and muscular strength due to movements. In bondage some parts of the body are bent extremely, others are just stretched. Nothing really moves. Therefore my mistresses always insisted on intensive gymnastics once a day. Most important was the flexibility training for my feet. I was wearing ballet boots almost all the other time. I had to practice standing flat footed. Otherwise my calf muscles would have shortened.

With Mistress May this was the most relaxed time of the day, I was always waiting for that hour. Most times she removed all my bonds and we did the exercises together although she would not have needed most of them for herself. We talked a lot and we almost became friends. I knew that she had to be strict during training, so I didn’t hold that against her. Even during endurance training, for example when I had to do long time reverse prayer, she removed all other bounds and we did exercises with the part of my body that was not involved in the endurance bondage.

With mistress June that was totally different. She never freed me completely. She either removed the bonds of my legs or of my arms, never both at the same time. First she removed the bonds on my legs. Then I did my leg and feet exercises. After that she bound my legs again. Only afterwards she freed my arms. She never removed the collar or the chain. She never carried the keys to the collar with her. They were always in another room. So even if I would have been able to overpower her I would have had no means to free myself. I was always under her total control. Nevertheless even with mistress June this was the best time of each and every day. It felt so good to be able to move at least part of my body.

The first day with mistress June was bad enough, but I knew that it would become worse. Some time during the afternoon at the second day she came into my cell with a broad smile on her face. “You promised me some fun time each day. Let’s start now.” I was helpless, of course. My big toes were tied to opposite walls, stretching my legs to the limit. I was wearing an arm binder that pressed my forearms together on my back. I couldn’t even protest because of a huge ball gag that was held in my mouth by a leather harness. So all I could do was endure her kind of fun. Of course what was fun for her was pure agony for me.

First she wound a thin cord around the base of my left breast. She didn’t pull very hard at the beginning, but with each turn the winding got tighter and tighter. Soon my breast got purple and it hurt as hell. “Ah, I like that.” she said “Don’t worry, I will soon remove the breast binding. It would do serious damage to you breast if kept for a longer period, but for now you’ll have to endure it.” I was in tears again, I could not avoid it. Although I really tried. I knew that my tears were her joy and whenever I cried it encouraged her to do more of the same. This was horrible, but she could do worse. “Let’s see what we can do with your other breast.” She thought for a few seconds, then she grinned. “Got it, we’ll do some nipple stretching.”  She went to one of the cabinets and took some small items from the top drawer. “These are nipple stretchers, they will work nicely with your piercings, let’s start with just a little stretch at your right nipple.” She removed the ring from my right nipple and replaced it with a barbell. Then a small cage like construction was jammed between the barbell and my areola. This was nor so bad, the stretching was quite mild, nothing in comparison with the torture of my left breast.

“See, that’s not bad at all am I right? Let’s do the same at the other breast. You are so sweet, I love it when you suffer for my so nicely.”  She placed a soft kiss onto my left breast. My breast was so sensitive due to the tight binding, even the soft touch of her lips increased my pain. When she replaced the ring with the barbell that pain got unbearable. I almost lost consciousness, but it got even worse when she tried to clamp the stretcher under the barbell. My brain got into overload and all went black.

Mistress June must have stopped at that point. When I regained consciousness the little cage was still in her hand. “There you are again. Just gone for a minute, nothing happened. You gave me a little scare. So you are ready to go on now? I think it is time to remove the binding. The skin is too tight to apply the nipple stretcher anyways.” I almost blacked out again when the cord was removed. It should have been a relief to be free of that tortuous binding, but it got worse when my blood flow was restored. I howled, cried and sobbed around the ball gag. Mistress June tenderly stroked my head. “Let it out, just cry as much as you want. I’m here to care for you, it will be better soon.”

She was right, the pain eased after a while. “I think you’re better now. Let’s go on, there is still half an hour left of our fun time.” I could not believe it she intended to go on. I thought I was done I could not endure more. “I’m sure we can apply the other nipple stretcher, now that your breast is not bound any more.” The other one was not that bad, I even had forgotten about it due to the pain in my left breast. It should be OK… I was so wrong. My breast was still so sensitive, the lightest touch brought the tears back into my eyes. It felt like my nipple was ripped off when the cage was placed under the barbell. Mistress June caressed my head again. “Oh, you’re so sweet when you are crying. I love your tears.”

This was weird. She was the one that caused my pain. Nevertheless her caressing was somehow soothing. My own feelings were confusing me.

She just held me for some time and continued stroking my head. Fortunately she didn’t touch my breasts. Slowly the pain eased and I felt a little better. I hadn’t realized, but I must have stopped crying. “No tears any more, you seem to be ready for the next round. Let’s see what these little gadgets can do.” She started turning a little knob at the side of the thing at my right breast. The cage got smaller and higher, increasing the distance between the barbell and my areola.

“Please stop mistress your destroying my nipple.” I tried to beg, but of course my speech was distorted due to the ball gag. “No, no, don’t worry. Your nipple can handle much more before it gets damaged. This is just a small gentle stretch, nothing serious. It may hurt a little, but rest assured, most of the stress is just in your head. Your imagination of what may happen is worse than what is really happening. Just a few more turns, then this one sits perfect.” I didn’t believe her, but may be she was right. When she was done my right nipple hurt so much that I even forgot about the left one that had been so bad only a few minutes ago. Nevertheless there was no blood, nothing was ripped off.

“One done, one to go. I like symmetry.” She announced. Then she started turning the knob at the other stretcher till my left nipple was as long as the right one. You won’t believe how fast the focus can change when someone hurts you. I immediately forgot about the right breast and all my feelings were focused on the left one. It was still more sensitive and perhaps my body had already started adjusting to the pain in my right breast. “Done, the rest of this session is simple. The nipple stretchers stay as they are. You will try to get rid of them. You will not have success with that task, but I know you will try nevertheless and I will just stay here and enjoy watching you.”

She was right, I had to try to ease the pain. I could just touch my breasts slightly with my bound hands, but there was no way I could manipulate the little knobs with my hands restricted by the monoglove. She knelt behind me and started caressing my head again as if she was trying to comfort me. “You may lean back and rest your head on my shoulder.” I hesitated first, she was my tormentor after all. After a while I found that her stroking did indeed help a little. I really needed someone to lean on and she was the only one available. So I took her offer and leaned back. This was confusing again, she was the one that caused my discomfort and the one that helped me coping with it at the same time.

After seemingly endless time she announced, ”You did it, you survived our first play time. It really was fun, wasn’t it. Let’s reduce the stretching to a comfortable level. I think you should continue wearing the nipple stretchers from now on.” “Please mistress, no!” I tried to beg through my gag. “You don’t want me to reduce the stretching?” She mocked me. “No, no, please don’t leave them on, please remove them. Please! Please!” “You’ll get used to them. Don’t worry, with reduced stretching they are not too bad.” She turned both knobs a little. Soon most of the pain was gone. It was a big relieve, but I still didn’t like the idea of wearing them continuously. “You promised.” I tried to remind her of the agreement she had forced on me. She pretended not to understand and with a last “This was fun.” she left the room.

“Wow, you had a hard time with that mistress. I’m surprised that you didn’t quit. That sounds so bad I would have thought that no one would endure that voluntarily.” Ann interrupted. “Believe me I tried to quit. In the beginning I told her that I wanted to stop several times each day. When I was gagged she pretended not to understand, when I wasn’t she immediately shoved a gag into my mouth. After a few days she found a method to prevent clear pronunciation even when I wasn’t gagged. After that I accepted that my efforts were useless, she would not let me go. So I stopped trying to ask. Now I’m glad that I didn’t quit. It was a hard time and sometimes I thought I would be seriously injured or even killed, but I wasn’t. Now that that is over I still have the chance to get rich. Had I quit that chance would be gone forever.”

In the mean time Toog had finished the application of the armbinder and the collar. All the locks were closed and Ann could see that Nins collar was fixed in a different way than hers. While hers gave her that majestic look with her head in the erect position Nin was fixed in a submissive position. Her head was bowed forward, the collar reached quite high at the back of her scull. So she could not rise her head from her continuous obeisance.

“Shall we put on the corset now?” Toog asked. “Yes, I’d like to see that. Is it okay for you Nin?” “You don’t have to ask. I have to follow your orders, Ann. I’m OK with that.” Toog took the corset out of a big cardboard box. It also was a steel construction which consisted of two separate sections. At the front it had a locking closure. The locking mechanism was hidden inside the corset, so that only a small seam could be seen after it was closed and locked. At the back there was a lacing that was wide open now. Underneath the lacing a lacing protector made of elastic fabric helped preventing the skin from being pinched during the lacing process. “This will take a while, so please tell us more of your experiences while I lace up the corset.” Toog announced.

Part 7

New Gadgets

“Mistress June liked playing with my breasts a lot. She used clamps, tied them with ropes, put suction cups on my nipples or bigger ones on my whole breasts. Among the worst were the things she called spiders. These were devices that indeed looked like big spiders. They had eight legs that spread from a circular piece in the middle. Including the legs it had a total diameter of approximately five cm (two inches).  The middle part had a diameter of about two and a half cm (one inch) and a hole in the center. They were placed on my breasts so that my nipples peeked through the little holes in the center.

Let me tell you about my first experience with these spiders: Mistress June fixed them with a little rod that went through the body of the spider and through my nipple piercings. The rods were kept in the holes by friction only. Nevertheless I never managed to dislocate them. My arms were always bound, so that I could not use my hands to remove them. The friction was strong enough to prevent them from falling out, even when I shook my breasts. My breasts hurt when I did that, nevertheless I tried it sometimes. At first I thought that they were not as bad as the other tortures I had endured before. You might have guessed by now that I was wrong.

At the beginning they were just quite heavy weights on my nipples and the tips of the legs were slightly scratchy on my breasts. Then Mistress June explained, “These are little mechanical wonders. The surface of the disks is covered with solar cells. These are the power sources that give these spiders their liveliness. They can move each leg individually. They are switched off now. When they are activated they will start their exercises. First each spider will press one leg down, lifting its body at this one point. This will stretch your nipple a bit, but not too much. The legs are sensitive to force. They will extend only so much that your skin is just not punctured. Then that leg is pulled back and the next leg is pressed down. This continues until all legs have been used once. In the next round two neighboring legs will be extended, then three, then four until all eight legs will press down in the last step. At this point the spider will rise to the maximum height, stretching your nipple to the max. It will stay in that position for a while. Then all legs will be pulled back and the circle starts again. As they are powered by light the spiders act slowly at dim light, fast at bright light and they stay as they are when it is dark.

“Have fun” she said when she activated the spiders with a remote control. The spiders started to crawl around my nipples. It was a creepy and painful experience. They were quite slow and the stretching of my nipples was endurable at first, but I could already imagine how bad it would get when eight times the power would be applied at the end of the circle. Even now the point where the leg was pressed into my breast hurt. The tips of the legs were not very sharp, so each leg could exert quite a lot of force without puncturing my skin. Mistress June had left the room after watching me for a while. Most time she had kept me in the dark when she was out of the room, but this time she didn’t switch of the light when she left. So the spiders kept walking.

The spiders had just finished the second pass when mistress June returned. I saw the torch light in her hand and I knew what would happen. “

Toog had continued pulling the laces slowly, but steadily while Nin told her story, but now she needed a break.

“Could you please stop pulling for a moment, my body needs to adjust to the pressure. How far open is it now?” “Yes, of course I’ll stop for a while. We are almost done. Only two cm are left. Please tell me when I can go on.”

“Mistress June directed the beam of the torch light to my left nipple and the spider went from crawling to running. In no time it was pressing seven legs into my breast. While the spider was in the seven leg sequence Mistress June changed her target to my right breast. When that spider also had extended seven legs for a while she said, “Let’s play a little game of chance: I’ll leave the room slowly and before I’m gone I’ll switch off the light. If you’re lucky then the spiders will have fulfilled the circle before I’m gone and they will do you no harm for the next hour. If I’m lucky then the spiders will be at the last step, causing you maximum pain. I’ll not know before I’m back, but the uncertainty is part of the fun.” She knew that the spiders were much too slow to finish the sequence, of course. She even walked to the door in slow motion. Nevertheless the left spider had just extended the eighth leg when she switched off the light. The right one hadn’t even finished the seven leg sequence.

By the way, you can go on now.” “OK, I try to do it slowly.” “Thank you.” Toog resumed pulling the laces.

“For Mistress June it was a complete success. I was in tears again when she came back. She used her torch light to let the spiders complete their sequences. When all legs were pulled in again she deactivated the spiders and detached them from my nipples. I was still crying and she held me for a while, caressing my tortured nipples, telling me again how much she loved me when I was in tears.”

Meanwhile Toog had finished the lacing process. There was a small key hole on the bottom of the right half of the corset right below the last eyelet of the lacing. Toog inserted a little key and turned it one turn. This engaged the back side lock of the corset. He pulled out the laces. Nin was a stunning view now. Her waist was tiny, only forty five cm (18 inches) circumference with a five cm (two inches) stem. The corset was reaching from below her breasts to the widest part of her hips. Under her breasts two half cups pushed her breasts up and out. In the front and in the back small seams could be seen where the corset was closed. Two rows of eyelets showed where the laces had been. Otherwise she surface of the corset was completely smooth and shiny. Nins breathing was shallow and her breasts moved visibly up and down with each breath. From the front it looked like she had no arms. Her forearms were locked between her shoulder blades, so there was an unobstructed view of her small waist from all sides. With her arms pulled back so far her breast were pushed out, which was additionally enhanced by the corset. Her head was held in a submissive bow.

“Perhaps we should buy a new corset for you Ann. You are the mistress, you are supposed to have the smaller waist. What is the size of your waist? Hers is 45cm (18 inches) now.” Ann was shocked, she could not believe the Toog was suggesting that. “Mine is 51 cm (20 inches). I’m much sturdier built than her. Nin is so thin I’ll never be able to compete her in that regard.” “Don’t worry, I was joking. Nin is there to show your wealth, to be your accessory, not to compete you. Any restriction has to be more harsh on her than it is on you. If your waist were smaller than hers then it would be her duty to work on getting hers smaller than yours is. If you were generous you could have loosened your stays a little in that case, but as you can see that is not necessary.” That was a great relieve for Ann. She had worked almost her entire life to get her waist down to the current size. It would have been impossible for her to reduce it further. Toog knew that of course, he just had been unable to resist the temptation to mock her a little.

“You said that mistress June prevented clear pronunciation even without a gag. How did she do that?” Ann asked.

Part 8

Tongue Lock

“She had a diabolic and painful idea to do that. One day she bound me into a chair, then she took a huge ball gag and told me:” Please keep your tongue on the bottom of your mouth so that it just touches your front teeth. It must lay flat underneath the gag. I’ll pierce it through the floor of your mouth. If the hole in your tongue does not match with the one underneath I will do it again until we have a matching pair of holes. So you should help me to get it perfect.”

I was fixed in the chair almost unable to move at all. She had fixed my head with a clamp around my forehead. So I couldn’t resist when she forced the gag into my mouth. All I could do was trying to keep my tongue in the required position. She released the fixation of the headrest, pushed my head back and fixed it again. My head was held in a bent back position, so she had good access to my chin. Then she took a thick, long needle and actually a hammer.

 “I’ll do this really fast, you will not feel anything, at least not before it is done. Then it will hurt a lot of course, but that doesn’t matter. Don’t move your tongue. Ready?” Without further ado she put the needle under my chin and hammered it through the floor of my mouth and my tongue into the ball in my mouth with one single hit. She was right, it happened so fast that when I felt it the needle had already pierced my flesh, but then the pain was horrible and it would not get better soon.

The needle stuck deep in the ball. Mistress June had to pull hard to get it out. Then she replaced the ball gag with a mouth spreader. She inspected the wounds. “Well done, the hole is perfectly centered in your tongue. We don’t have to do it again.” She took a clean cloth dabbed away the blood under my chin. There was also blood in my mouth. I had to swallow that.

When the bleeding subsided after a few minutes she announced:” I think we can insert your new jewelry now.”  After that the worst part began. What she called jewelry was a stainless steel rod with an elongated steel plate at one end. The rod was slightly thicker than the needle she had used to do the piercing. She pressed the rod through my tongue and the floor of my mouth. Believe me, that was not a nice experience.

The end of the rod had a thread. Another disk was screwed onto that thread. A small ring had been welded to the bottom of that disk. Mistress June put a thin, but sturdy chain through the ring. The chain was passed tightly around my neck, she fixed it with a small lock. Now it was not possible to unscrew it even if my hands were free. Inside my mouth the plate lay on my tongue. It fit between my teeth and held my tongue down. This prevented clear pronunciation effectively. Mistress June called this my tongue lock.

On the last day of my stay at Mistress June she replaced the tongue lock with two barbells. One was inserted in my tongue, the other one trough the floor of my mouth. I didn’t know that my ordeal with her ended that day. Therefore I used that opportunity to quit: “Please let me end the training, I don’t want to become an ornament girl any more. Please stop.”

Part 9

Blackmail

“Today was the last day under my care for you. You will go back to Mistress May for the rest of your training. Do you really want to quit? If you do that now everything you endured was for nothing. You will get no money, you might even be forced to pay for the tuition. The rest of your training will be easy going with May.” I was so glad to get away from mistress June. Of course I didn’t want to quit under these circumstances. “OK, I don’t quit. Please let me go back to mistress May.“

“Good decision I knew you would change your mind. There are several hidden video cameras in this room. I recorded everything that happened while you were here. I will not show that to anyone. It is for my personal joy, but it has one additional purpose: If anyone asks you about these piercings you will answer that you agreed to them. You will tell no one what happened here. All we did was just standard training. Nothing happened without your consent. Otherwise I will show the recording of your quitting. That will end your training and your job opportunity will be gone. Do you want that?” “No I don’t. Please let me go to mistress May. I promise I won’t tell anyone what you did.”

I was fitted with the same outfit as when I arrived at mistress June, ballet boots, mono glove and corset. Then I was allowed to walk back to mistress May.

Mistress May immediately recognized that something was wrong when I arrived at her room. I looked exhausted. She also saw my new piercings. She new that these were quite extreme, nobody else had got this kind of piercing before.

“What happened Nin? You don’t look well. How did you get these piercings.” I tried to be convincing: “I’m OK, I asked mistress June to give me these piercings. I think they are cool.”

“I know you, Nin. That is not the truth. You know that you can trust me. You must tell me if something happened against your will. It will have no bad consequences for you.” “No, I can’t tell you anything. All is well. Please let’s go on with the training. Will I stay with you from now on?” “Yes, you will stay with me. Please tell me what happened. I think that was something bad and I want to help you.”

“I don’t need help. I’m with you now, I’m good.” “You experienced something bad, that can’t be undone, but we can prevent that it happens to others in the future. Do you want to be responsible if the next girl has to endure the same because you didn’t tell me what happened?” “I can’t tell, it would end my training. I don’t want that.” “I promise that you can go on if you want to. Why should it end? Did you ask for an end? That has no consequences if you did that and you changed you mind.”

“But mistress June has a video recording of me quitting.” I sobbed. “Ah, I knew something was wrong. Please tell me everything. As I said before: It will have no bad consequences for you.”

Finally I told her about everything, even my first encounter with mistress June during storage training. She was shocked. “That is abuse, I never suspected that she might do something like that. You said she has filmed that, right?” “Yes, she told me that she filmed it and bribed me with the quitting to ensure that I didn’t talk about it.” “I’ll call the police, she will go to prison for that.”

Part 10

A New Bargain

Mistress June was indicted. The videos were confiscated. They told me that is is likely that she will go to jail for three years or more.

I may be required to give evidence during the trial. So there may be a few days when I will not be available as an ornament girl for you. I’m willing to extend my contract by that amount of time, so that you don’t loose anything, of course.”

“No, I don’t want that. You suffered enough at the hands of that bad women. That was not your fault. It will not extend the duration of your contract if you have to go to court. Perhaps we can go there together, so maybe you can even be my ornament girl while you are giving evidence.”

“That is very nice of you, Ann. But Toog pays me for the whole five years. I don’t want anything I don’t earn.”

“I have an idea,” Toog said. “I see that you still have those piercings. If you keep these, perhaps even wear a tongue lock, then this would add value to our contract. It’s something nobody else has. This would easily compensate the loss of a few days.”

“I like the idea of compensating, but wearing a tongue lock is hard. It’s not just being unable to talk. Not being able to move you tongue is really annoying. You can’t swallow properly. I kept the piercings open because I hoped they would add value to my contract, but I can’t wear a tongue lock for five years.”

“Of course not. You would wear it occasionally at special events and you would get an additional bonus for every hour you wear it. How about ten interdollars per hour?”

“That is okay, but can we limit the maximum duration? Perhaps no more then eight hours a day?”

“Ann might attend events that last longer than eight hours, could we limit it to a total of three days per week? That would enable participation in events that last for one weekend Friday to Sunday.”

“OK, I can agree to that.”

“Just a moment, let me calculate. Five years times fifty two weeks equals two hundred and sixty weeks. Two hundred and sixty weeks times times tree days times ten equals seven thousand eight hundred. I’ll add seven thousand eight hundred interdollars to your bonus.”

“I thought that I would wear the tongue lock only occasionally. This sounds as if I will have to wear it for three days every week. To be honest, although formally that’s what I agreed to, I think that is too much.”

“No, no remember I’m not your master. Ann will decide if and when you have to wear it. I just want to prevent that she has to think about the money. I’ll pay the maximum amount, that way she can use the tongue lock on you whenever she wants, provided that it is no more then three days in a week. I don’t think she will do it that often.”

“I’m not a show-off,” Ann said.” Rest assured, you will wear it quite seldom.”

“OK, I believe you. We can do it that way.” Nin confirmed.

The safety monitoring of the house had recorded their conservation. Toog added the video and audio files to his contract with Nin. So the contract was officially modified.

After that Nin was fitted with her ballet boots. They were similar to Anns. The only difference was that Anns shoes were engraved with a decorative pattern on the outside, whereas Nins were just plain shiny polished steel.

Ann asked Nin if she would tell about another episode of her training while Toog fitted Nin with the boots.

Part 11

The Challenge

“I can tell you about another day at mistress June: “Today I give you a little challenge,” she told me in the morning. “I’ll tie you with just a little bit of twine. You’ll get a reward if you can escape on you own. Let’s say we don’t do a play session today if you escape till 4pm. It is 8am now, so that should be plenty of time. In case of success you may sleep unbound the next night till 8pm. That’s a good reward, don’t you agree. Oh, yes I agreed. How much would I have loved that!

On the other hand you need to be punished if you can’t escape. If you don’t escape you’ll stay bound the same way till tomorrow 4pm, but with some additional punishment. And I’ll make sure that you will not escape later, of course. After that we’ll do a two hour play session to compensate for the missed one today.”

The bondage was simple: She tied my left thumb to my right big toe and vice versa. She used multiple loops of twine and cinched them tight. Then she knotted several tight knots. She repeated that three times at each thumb. When she was finished I was hogtied, but I had been in much more severe hogties than this one.

“That’s it, you are good to go. Just a few feet of twine, you should be out of the in no time, right?” I really thought I had a chance. It should be possible to scratch through a strand of twine, shouldn’t it? Do that three times and one hand is free. That didn’t sound difficult. I wouldn’t really be free then, my collar was still chained to the wall and I could not leave the room, but I thought that she would accept it as success if I could get out of the hogtie.

I started scratching immediately. Soon I found out that the twine was extremely strong. I couldn’t even scratch through one single strand. I tried to loosen the knots, but with my bound thumbs and without being able to see the knots that tasks was also impossible.

Eight hours later mistress June was back. “No success, I’m disappointed. Did you waste your time trying to scratch through the twine? That twine is made of carbon nanotubes, extremely expensive and almost indestructible. You should have worked on the knots instead.” She knew that I had tried to loosen the knots. She had tied them so tight and hidden between my thumbs and my big toes that it wouldn’t have been possible to get out even if I had worked on the knots all of the time. I had been defeated right from the beginning.

“OK, let’s prepare you for the night.” First she put tight steel cuffs on my upper arms just above my elbows. They were connected with a single link of chain, so that my elbows were almost touching. Then she connected a chain to that link with a padlock. The chain ran through the ceiling to a motor winch. She activated the motor and my arms were pulled up until only my thighs were resting on the floor.

“That should prevent escape, now the punishment,” she announced.

She took a 2cm wide leather belt and wound it around the base of my left breast. The belt had a buckle at one end. She pushed the other end through the buckle. Then she pulled really hard. My breast was compressed to half of its original size at the base before she closed the buckle. “Nice, I like how your skin is stretched. It almost feels like a drum. And it’s already starting to get some more color. Let’s do the other one, perhaps I can tighten this one a bit more after that.”

Tighten it more! What did she think. It already felt like my breast was cut of my body. It had turned purple and it hurt like hell. True to her words my right breast soon felt the same. Then she pulled at the left belt again, but she wasn’t able to pull it tight enough to get the spike through the next hole in the belt. “Damn, that belt doesn’t fit. The spike is close to the last whole, but I can’t get it through. Stay as you are, I’ll get another one.” She left me. I was lying there with throbbing breasts, almost unable to move. All I could do was wiggle a little, but that only increased the pain in my breasts.

 “I found the perfect belts for you.” She announced when she came back after a few minutes. The Belts were much wider than those that already tortured me, almost 4cm. The holes were spaced much closer. There were two parallel rows with holes every cm.

These will fit perfectly and they have another feature. You will certainly not like it, but the more I do.” She dangled one belt before my eyes, so that I could more clearly see what she was referring to. There were little spikes on one side of the belt. These were cones about 5mm diameter and 5mm height. A row of these spikes spanned the whole length of the belt. These would hurt, I knew it. I tried to plead. “Please mistress I already hurt so much, don’t make it worse.”  My tongue lock prevented this of course. What I really said was almost not understandable. She pretended to understand something different: “You like these, too? That’s good, you’ll wear them for a while. I’ll make them as tight as possible, it’s a punishment after all.”

Soon my breast were both compressed to less than half their original size at the base. The width of the belts pushed them away from my body and the spikes poked into my compressed flesh. On the outside of the belts the skin was pulled so taught that it formed my breasts into two almost perfect spheres.

“That’s it, you are set for the day. Enjoy your punishment if you can. I’ll be back the same time tomorrow. I’m already looking forward to our play session. I think you breasts will be quite sore by then. I’ll think about some actions to emphasize that.”

It was so unfair. She had promised me to limit the extreme pain to the play sessions. That had been bad enough and the normal training was no picnic either.  With this challenge she had found a way to extend the extreme pain beyond that time. She had circumvented her part of the agreement that she had forced onto me.”

Part 12

Party Preparations

Meanwhile Toog had fixed Nins feet in the ballet boots. “Are you OK with the boots? You will wear them for a while.” “They actually feel quite comfortable compared to those I wore during my training. They fit very well, although they are completely stiff. I can’t flex my ankles at all.” “Please try standing.” Nin had much practice, so she managed to get up even though she could not use her hands for balance. “How does it feel now?” “Better than I expected. My weight is distributed very well. There is much less pressure on my toes than I’m used to.”

“Very well, I think you should both practice walking for a while. You will not need to walk or stand a lot in the afternoon, but this evening we will have a small party. Nin you will start your job as a decoration which will not require walking or even standing. Ann on the other hand will be dancing with me, so some practice is recommended. Nin might be able to give some valuable advice.” Dancing! Ann had just learned to walk in these boots. She didn’t want to disappoint Toog, but she was quite afraid that she would not be able to learn dancing in ballet boots in that short time. Even less she thought that she would be able to endure the ballet boots for such a long time.

Although Ann loved Toog and enjoyed being with him, this time she was relieved when he announced that he had to leave and would be back at tea time. She would not have to wear the ballet boots all day. “One question before you go, please,” she said.

“Sure, what’s the matter?”

“You said the you gift will make my life easier. I can’t see that so far. How did you mean that?”

“Oh, that is simple. You might have noticed that fashion has become increasingly restrictive during the last years.”

“Indeed, I have, I have to live with these restrictions every day. I love being fashionable, but it has reached a level of restriction that is hard to endure.”

“That’s what I mean. If fashion keeps going in that direction it will soon reach an unbearable stage. With Nin these restrictions are transferred to her. You can stay as you are, while as your accessory she shifts you to highest possible fashion. May be the required restrictions for you will even be reduced once ornament girls get more common.”

“But you just increased my restrictions significantly with your other gifts. I really like them, they are so beautiful, but they are anything but comfortable.”

“That’s for now. Ornament girls are just starting to get fashionable. I expect that it will soon be required to have an ornament girl to be fashionable. That will change a lot. Perhaps it will not be necessary to be tied up yourself next year, who knows?”

Ann actually practiced dancing in her ballet boots. Nin tried to help her with some hints from her own experience, but it wasn’t easy. She had to stop after half an hour. Her feet were hurting too much.

Ann was happy that her maid had finished her errands in the mean time. She asked her to take off her ballet boots. So, she could relax her feet for a few hours. She paid attention that her maid put her ballet boots back on with ample time before tea time. Toog should not see her without the precious gifts he had given her.

At tea time they had a nice celebration of her birthday with Toog, her family, and some relatives. Nin was standing at the side while they were eating the birthday cake. Ann was a little envious, because Nin seemed to be able to stand in her ballet boots for hours without any sign of distress, while her own feet were slightly aching even when she was sitting at the table.

Later that day some friends of Ann and Toog would visit to celebrate her birthday with a party with a lot of dancing and drinking. Although, no drinking for her Ann swore to herself. She would need all her wits to be able to dance in her new shoes.

When all of the cake had been eaten, the relatives had left and the afternoon celebration had ended she had to do something she didn’t like, but it could not be avoided: She had to ask Toog to put off her ballet boots.

“I’m so sorry, I really like them, but I’m still getting used to them. I need a rest. Otherwise I will not be able to dance with you.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m impressed that you wore them so long. Don’t worry you can wear some other shoes at the party. That’s no problem.”

“No, I will wear them. I like them. I just need a little rest, that’s all.”

“Okay, you take a well deserved rest while I finish the decoration of the party room. May I take Nin with me?”

“Yes, of course.”

Nin followed Toog to the party room. Nin was wondering what Toog intended to do, when they entered the room. Everything seemed to be prepared.

“Okay, lets begin with your task for this evening,” Toog said. “You will be part of the decoration. Do you see that big vase in the middle of the dance floor? That’s your place. The vendor called it an ornament girl stand. Please come with me.”

The went to that vase. It had an odd form. Almost like two vases merged into one.

“I’ll lift you up, then you raise your feet to your butt. Then I’ll set you into the vase. Each leg goes into one of the tubes of the vase.”

Nin obeyed and was placed in the vase. It was a tight fit. Her calves were pressed firmly against her thighs. She was trapped by her own body weight. Even with free arms she would probably not have been able to get out. With her arms still fixed in reverse prayer configuration she was completely helpless. Fortunately the foot of the vase was quite wide. It would not be easily tipped over. Nin was trapped, but safe.

“I’ll leave you for a while. I think you are safe now, but we have a safety measure to ensure that you don’t get harmed. Please press this disk between your thumb and index finger.” Toog held a small disk to her thumb, so that she could grab it. “Press until it beeps.” Nin had to press quit hard, but she managed to get that beep out of the disk. “Now it is activated. It has a gluey surface and will stick to your thumb, so that you cannot loose it. If you get in serious trouble, for example if you might get injured or your airways get blocked, then you press the button  as hard as you can. It will send an alarm to me and our security people. Someone will come to rescue you in no time. Remember that it is only for emergencies. Do not use it just because you are bored or uncomfortable. I’ll be back before the party starts.”

Nin was used to be restrained and left alone for hours, but it was boring and uncomfortable. Why couldn’t he put her in that vase later? This had no purpose  now nobody saw her. It made no difference if she was suffering here or comfortable somewhere else. She was not angry. This was her job and she was payed well. Nevertheless she was a bit disappointed deep inside. Toog had always been kind and caring before, why had he changed? She knew she was thinking too much. This was exactly what she had trained for. He had given her the chip for safety. So everything was fine. She didn’t have to worry. She had been put into the vase around five pm. She guessed that the party would start no earlier than eight pm. That left her too much time for thinking. She could only guess the time. Her only indicator was the sun that shone through some big windows behind her, but it was summer and it would be bright till after ten pm. So, in fact she had no clue how long she had been alone and how long she would still have to wait.

She longed the party to begin, so she was happy when Toog came back. “The guests will arrive within the next half hour. I have to apply the finishing touch.

Ornament girls shall be seen, not heard. Please open wide.” “Oh please, I won’t say a word.” “Sorry, you should know it’s mandatory for ornament girls in public.” “We are not in public.” “We are, once the guests are here. By the way you just proved that it is necessary.”

The ball gag wasn’t very big and not too uncomfortable. She was used to much bigger gags.

“I’ll soon be back with the first guests.” Toog left her alone again.

Part 13

Party Time

Meanwhile her maid had helped Ann to put her new boots back on. Toog joined her greeting the guests. Servants guided the guests to the ballroom. Ann got many gifts from her friends.

Toog had tried to keep his gift secret, he had talked about Nin with only one good friend under a vow of secrecy. That friend also talked to one good friend and that one to the next and so on. In the end almost all the guests new that Toogs gift to Ann was an ornament girl. Fortunately no one had told Ann, so the surprise had not been ruined.

So, some of the gifts were accessories for Nin: Franky, not a close friend, but  a member of Toogs clique, gave her a nice pair of nipple clamps with a connecting chain. “I don’t know if your ornament girl has pierced nipples, so these are clamping ones. They are quite gentle. It should be easy to wear them for a long time.” Toog tested them on his pinkie. “You are right, I think they are okay. And they really look nice. Perhaps she can wear them during the party. What do you think Ann?” “I think that is okay, but let’s ask her if she is okay with them.”

Another guest gave Ann a new ball gag for Nin. “I don’t know the perfect size for an ornament girl, but I was told that they are trained to take big ball gags. Therefore I bought one of the bigger ones” she said. “We can let her try it. She can wear it tonight if it fits” Nin replied.

When most of the guests had arrived they all gathered around Nin. Toog applied the nipple clamps. “Are they okay” he asked. Nin nodded, they squeezed her nipples quite gently. She might even be able to shake them off if she tried.

The next item was not that easy. Toog removed her ball gag to replace it with the new one. “You trained wearing big ball gags right? So, you will be able to wear this one if it fits int your mouth, right?” He asked. A bit reluctantly Nin nodded.

The ball gag was huge, probably the biggest she had ever worn, but Nin thought she had no choice. She opened her mouth wide. The ball was not only big, it was also quite dense. Toog had to wiggle it around for a while before it popped behind her teeth. She doubted that she would be able to expel it without help, just because of its size. Nevertheless, Toog tightened the straps that were attached to the ball until her head was firmly encased in a head harness. “Very nice, you look great. If there is any free space in the vase it will soon be filled by your drooling, right.” He was grinning. “mmmpfmm” “Sorry, I don’t understand, but hey, that’s the purpose of that gag .”

The party was going on. Happy people were dancing around Nin. Ann danced with Toog. Her feet were hurting, but she was happy. Toog was holding her close. He did everything to make it easier for her. He tried to lift her as much as possible to reduce the pressure on her feet. They took a break after each dance, but despite of her hurting feet Ann always asked for the next dance soon. She loved the tight embrace so much. She and Toog were so engrossed with each other that they forgot about Nin. Ann and Toog left the party quite early to continue celebrating in private. Most of the guest were still dancing a long time after the two had left.

Meanwhile Nins situation got worse. The clamps that seemed so gentle at the beginning were hurting her now. They seemed to clamp stronger with passing time. She knew it could only be an imagination, but she felt something pressing into both nipples from the top almost like little needles.

Tears were forming in her eyes. “Why did they use clamping ones? They know I have pierced nipples” she thought, but she couldn’t even ask because of that horrible ball gag.

Many of the guests watched Nin, many hadn’t seen an ornament girl before. She was greatly admired “She is so sweet.” “She must be very expensive.” “Do you know how long she has signed up for” were only a few of the comments. Most seemed not to notice that she was suffering. Some even liked it. “Look at these sweet tears.” “Are these nipple clamps? Look how she reacts to them. I’m sure she would beg us to take them off if she could” “I like that gag, never saw such a big one.” “Nice drooling.” “So much drool and tears. We must be careful. The floor might get slippery.”

It was late in the morning when the last guests had left. Nin thought someone would take her out of the vase, but nothing happened. No one had told the servants what to do with her and Ann and Toog had already been asleep for quite a while. Her nipples were hurting like hell now. “Why am  I so sensible today? I have worn nipple clamps for longer in the past and they felt much stronger when they were applied. I can’t stand it any more. I have to press the button” she thought. But was this really an emergency? Were her nipples in danger to be injured? It felt like they were, but from experience she knew they were not. She decided to endure the pain. This was her first day as an ornament girl. She would be strong. She would not fail right at the beginning of her servitude.

Part 14

The morning after the Party

Many hours later Toog came to her rescue. “I’m so sorry Nin. I forgot to tell the maid to get you out of the vase after the party. I’ll get you out now. You must be exhausted. Let me remove the gag.” He unfastened the strap. Then he started to pull the ball gag out of her mouth. Nin tried to open as far as possible, but her jaw was locked after that long time. The ball was stuck. Nevertheless that was not Nins biggest concern right now. She had to get rid of the nipple clamps. “pweese weemow fe clamf” Sorry, I don’t understand. We have to get the gag out of your mouth first. I didn’t realize that it is that big. It went in quite well, didn’t it. “fe clamf, pweese” “The clamps are bothering you? But they are very gentle. I tested them on my pinkie. The can’t be such a Problem.  Hey, what’s that? There is a little drop of blood under your left nipple. How could that happen?”

He opened the clamps and put them aside. Nin experienced the typical increase of pain that you get when a clamp is removed, but there was something else. It felt like something was pulled out of her nipple. It hurt, but it was a relieve at the same time. She knew the pain would subside soon, now that the clamps were gone.

“There are wounds on top of both of your nipples, how could that happen? Fortunately there is not much blood. It seems that the clamps prevented most of the bleeding with their pressure.” Took reached for the clamps and inspected them. “The look quite smooth. Nothing that should have caused injuries. I don’t understand. There is a label engraved at the side. The manufacturer is Bestmetalbounds. I will check with them later. Let’s get that gag out of your mouth first.”

Toog hat to twist and pull at the gag for a while before he could finally expel it. “Ah, thank you. Those clamps were awful.” “They injured you! Why didn’t you use the emergency button?” “I didn’t know what was happening. The clamps felt so gentle when you applied them. The gag was much worse at that time. When the pain came I thought that I was overreacting. I didn’t want to make a fuss out of noting right on my first day.”

“Let’s get you to sleep. I think you earned some rest in a comfortable bed. You will be bound in light bondage, but don’t expect to sleep comfortable in a bed too often. That’s not what you have been trained for.”

Toog checked the clamps while Nin was sleeping. There was a part number on the label, so it was easy to find the description on the homepage of  Bestmetalbounds:

Item No. 9245781: Unique nipple clamps with stealthy piercing function.

We call these clamps The Wasps, because they really sting!

Beware:

Our new and exclusive nipple clamps The Wasps are only for really masochistic people. They may never be used without consent!

On first glance the appear like two very gentle clamps connected by a light chain. That does not change on the second and third glance, by the way.

Their real potential shows only after they have been applied for a while. For the first three hours they increase the pressure of their grip. This is done so gently that the wearer almost does not notice it. He or she will wonder why these gentle clamps have such a painful grip after a while, but they will not be able to comprehend the reason. During the next four hours a small pin (0.5mm diameter) is driven through each nipple. This pin is hidden inside the clamp when the clamp is not applied. The pin moves so slowly that the wearer still can’t understand what’s happening. There will be pain of course, but it is not possible to spot the root cause due to the slow action. After four hours, when the pin has been driven completely through to the other side, the real “fun” begins. There are several sleeves around the pin, each 0.5mm bigger than  the last. These are driven through the hole one after the other, each taking two hours. So the initial 0.5mm hole is increased to 1mm, then 1.5mm and so on. The last sleeve has a diameter of 3mm. So, after 17 hours the wearer has 3mm holes pierced through the nipples or wherever the clamps are applied.

Due to the ingenious design of The Wasps they are automatically reloaded when they are removed. The pin and the sleeves are retracted before the clamps release their grip. This ensures that you don’t pull at the hole with the pins.

The Wasps are ready to go immediately after removal, but they should be opened and closed a few times to ensure that the internal spring is fully loaded. Otherwise the above described process might stop sometime before it has finished.

The pressure of the clamps normally stops any blood flow and the process is slow enough to ensure that scab has formed before the clamp is removed. Nevertheless, it can’t be guaranteed that no blood escapes. So, keep away from delicate clothing while wearing or removing the clamps to avoid blood stains.

Don’t forget our warning:

Never use The Wasps without consent! Always supervise the person that’s wearing The Wasps, especially if that person is in bondage! The Wasps are for very masochistic people, only.

Toog was shocked. What had they done to Nin. He would have to check her nipples as soon as she awoke. These wounds would need to be tended. Probably they would need a doctor. He calculated: The clamps were applied app. 8:30pm, he had removed them at app 10am. So Nin had worn them for 13 to 14 hours. The holes should not be maximum, but at least 2mm. Not huge, but bad enough, especially when applied unwillingly and so slowly.

Then he tried to remember who gave Ann the clamps. There had been so many guests. He would have to ask Ann.

That was the beginning of a new fashion in 2187. How will Nin’s life be as an ornament girl? Will Ann’s restrictions be reduced in 2188? Perhaps we’ll never know.