In Her service pt3 by azsub1

After the last blow is landed she steps back from the sobbing figure 
before her and realises she is winded. Tossing the cane onto the bed, she 
unloops the rope that pulled his arms upward from its anchor on the wall. 

"I'm going to let you rest a moment," is all she says as she exits the 
room.

For his part, once the white lightening pain from the cane had begun to 
fade, the ache in his shoulders returned anew. he realised that he was 
sobbing, and that each stuttering breath pulled at his shoulders. He was 
trying to steady himself when the rope went slack and a wave of pain hit 
his shoulders. He yelped into the gag then rested his head on the bed and 
slowly let his arms rest on his back.

He hadn't heard her leave, but now hears her step back in. He tenses up 
and wimpers into the gag as he feels her hands at his bound elbows.

"Relax..," she says as she places one hand on his shoulder and pulls the 
strap from his elbows with the other. Even though his wrists are still 
connected he sighs with relief at the release of his elbows. He flinches 
slightly as he feels her drape a cold washcloth over his backside.

She runs one hand down his back, and slips it around his leg to pull 
herself closer to him. Running one hand down the inside of his thigh she 
can feel him react to her touch. She tells him to relax as she slowly 
works her way further up his legs and her touch becomes more sexual. She 
gently cups his balls in her warm hand and he lets out a guttural moan.

She begins to speak soothingly as she gently caresses his sex. "You know, 
I don't want to be that rough with you, don't you?" He nods yes as he 
shakes from her touch. "All I want is for you to be the best you can 
be.....," she trails off as she increases her attention. His breaths 
shorten and he tries to push himself into her hand. She smiles when she 
sees this and pulls away. "You do want to be my little servant girl, 
don't you?" she says with a squeeze, as if playing him like an 
instrument. He nods in agreement. He becomes lost in her touch as she 
continues. "So then you know that all I do is for your own good, don't 
you dear....? You see, I can tell that you could be an excellent little 
maidservant... I'm just worried about how much time it's going to take." 

She increases her attention and he is lost, his whole body shaking. She 
presses herself against him. "I just don't want you to get discouraged 
because I would like to have you around for a couple months after you 
have been trained. I'm afraid that you're going to react hastily and then 
this could be done before the best part of it and that wouldn't be very 
fair to either of us, would it?"

She slowly slips her hand off him as she slides off the end of the bed. 
He reacts with a whimper from the loss of her touch. She hears this and 
chides him, "Now, now, no time for that now." She undoes the lock holding 
his wrists together. "You can untie your legs and relax a bit while I get 
a few things together. I really want this to work, and I think I know 
just what we need. Be sitting on the edge of the bed when I get back." 
and she turns to leave.

He pushes himself upright and begins untying his knees. He finds himself 
shaking from the emotional teeter totter she had just took him on. He 
could feel the afterburn from the cane, yet he found himself also coming 
down with a case of blue balls. He could feel that familiar, yearning 
ache in them.

Unclipping his ankles he rests on the edge of the bed, thankful to be off 
the heels. He slowly begins to stretch to work the stiffness out of his 
shoulders as he struggles to remember the one sided conversation she had 
just had with him.

Moments later she returns, duffle bag in hand. He is unsure how to react 
and makes a motion to stand, but she waves him back down. "No, no sit 
right there," she instructs as tosses the bag on the bed and sits behind 
him. "You see, I've thought about this for some time and have an idea. 
I'm concerned about how long I have with you. Yet you are in control 
that." She rests a hand on his shoulder for emphasis. "You will always be 
able to give the 60 days notice we agreed upon. One thing you can be 
assured of is that I would never violate any limits that were agreed 
upon." She reaches into the bag and pulls out a pair of leather cuffs, 
slipping each around his arms just above the elbow. These are connected 
behind him by about 12 inches of light chain. Rising up on her knees 
behind him she slips off his wig.

"Now, what I would like is to have you for 2 months AFTER you have been 
trained. But that is your choice. I'm going to approach this as if I only 
have 2 months. What we'll do is try this for a while, then let you make a 
decision. Stand up, hands over your head." He stands and she slips off 
the bed. Grabbing the rope that had held his arms behind him a moment 
ago, she loops it through his wrist restraints. His stomach spins as he 
wonders what's in store. It shows on his face and she sees this and 
suppresses a smile. "Don't worry hon, I'm done with the cane ....for 
now." 

He summons the courage to ask, "But then what do you.....," and is cut 
short by the wag of a finger from her and a 'tsk tsk'.

Tapping him on one leg she has him position his ankles at the corners of 
the bed again and reattaches the clips. Stepping to the wall, she pulls 
the rope tight and his hands are drawn up and to his chest due to the 
cuffs at his elbows. She ties off the rope and hops on the bed behind 
him, rummaging back into her bag. Next he feels her hands at his ear as 
she presses what she tells him is a wax/cotton earplug into one ear. Then 
something small and round into the other followed by another earplug. The 
next thing he sees is the opening of a heavy latex hood fill his vision, 
then darkness. 

The rustling of the hood sounds incredibly loud yet distant in his 
plugged ears as she tugs the hood into place. For a moment he was afraid 
there were no eye openings, until he saw light. Once in place, he felt 
the a tug at his head and hood tighten, then be tied off. Total silence, 
then a click in his ear followed by a distant whisper. He struggles to 
slow his breath and remain still, so he can hear. Again, a distant 
whisper and he realises there is a headset speaker in one ear. Louder 
now, he can hear what is being said. "Wiggle your fingers when you can 
hear me." He complies.

He gets a strange detached feeling as she steps in front of him and he 
hears her speak to him, louder now. "Open up!" She commands and he sees 
the ball gag in her hand as she brings it to his mouth. He opens up and 
pushes it past his lips. He can feel a hole at the back of the gag and 
draws breath through what he realises is a tube that runs through it. It 
presses against his jaw as she snaps it into place. He hears a tapping in 
his ear and sees her tapping the mic on the headset she wears. 

"Now then, you know you can hear me. Your mic however is against your 
neck below your ear. I'm afraid I won't be able to understand anything 
you might have to say, but I can hear more basic sounds so I'll be able 
to hear you if your in distress....it might even sound pleasant." He sees 
her smile.

She moves behind him onto the bed and he see's a pair of what appear to 
be swimmers goggles slipped over his head. He can see that his vision is 
narrowed by the lenses which are black except for what looks like a 1/4 
inch hole in the center of each. This adds to the odd feeling of 
detachment and his breath quickens as he becomes more concerned. But now 
he is keenly aware of his breathing as it sounds louder, yet detached, 
and he struggles mentally to control it. He feels her hands at his 
collar, then feels it removed. Puzzled for a moment until he feels the 
collar at his neck again and quickly realises it is a different type 
altogether. This one he feels press against his shoulders as well as the 
bottom of his jaw and ears. He recognises it as a posture collar, and a 
quite severe one at that. 

She checks the fit, as does he. Even though he can barely move his head, 
he feels her pull it one more notch tighter and he lets out a moan as she 
buckles it into place. She pauses long enough to hear that he's 
breathing, then continues. She grabs a wide leather belt from the bag. 
This she wraps around him high on his waist, just beneath the ribcage. 
Connected to this belt is another adjustable strap. The belt is pulled 
tight with this strap centered on his back. This she loops through a ring 
at the wide back of the collar and pulls until it tightens and starts to 
pull his head back. She can hear him groan, then almost whimper as she 
buckles it into place.

He feels this collar pull on his neck as his back is forced straight. 
Having given up on controlling his breath he hears it almost roar in his 
head now. He panics a bit and struggles to speak through the gag and 
pulls at his hands trying to turn his whole body to see her. He jumps as 
he hears her bark, "Quiet!" into his ear. He is startled and stops 
momentarily. He closes his eyes and struggles to calm himself. He sees 
her enter his narrowed field of vision as she exits the room. He is about 
to try to speak again when her voice fills his head. "We are going to be 
changing things a bit so let me explain a few things. I'm almost finished 
outfitting you." He realises she is speaking to him even though she is in 
another room and he tries to relax and listen.

"First of all, you are not allowed to speak. But don't worry much about 
that because you will have little need to. If you have something you feel 
you absolutely must let me know, you can write it on a piece of paper and 
present it to me. A word of warning though, I decide what is important." 
She enters his narrow field of vision again as she unhooks the rope from 
the wall. He feels the tension released from his hands as she disconnects 
the cuffs from each other and overhead line. No sooner does he get them 
to his sides she moves them behind him once again connecting them to each 
other and the overhead line. She walks to the wall and he feels his arms 
bent up behind him again. She continues to take up the rope until he is 
bent at a 90 degree angle. A few minutes pass and he sees no sign of her 
through his constricted vision, the fact that he cannot turn his head 
doesn't help.

He's startled by a sudden cold sensation at his behind. The earpiece 
clicks to life.... "Easy now, just relax and this will go easier." He 
feels something firm press at his ass and recognizes it as a plug. He 
tries to relax but finds it difficult in this position. The pressing 
doesn't let up and just when he thinks he is going to split, the plug 
crests and slips in with a grunt from him. He struggles a bit to see 
where she is but quickly realises it's useless to try. Again he feels her 
hands on him, at his waist attaching a belt of some kind. Then he feels a 
strap of some kind ran between his legs. A short tug by her and he feels 
the plug press deeper.

The speaker in his ear crackles to life. " 'm going to explain a few 
things while I untie you and finish up. We're gonna try a crash course in 
giving you focus. What I'm almost finished with is to be your new basic 
uniform, more may be added with time. From now on, whenever you are not 
actively performing a requested task you will be standing in wait within 
my field of vision. The only exception and the only privileged you have 
at this point is to go to the bathroom." 

She has let his hands down and separated his wrists, and now she crouches 
to undo his ankles from the bed. She continues, "I want you to retrieve 
your ankle strap pumps with the 5 1/2" heels, then come back here and sit 
on the edge of the bed so I can swap them for these 4 incher's on your 
feet."

In a haze he steps to the closet and quickly realises he can't bend to 
reach the shoes. Struggling for a moment he manages to grab them by 
bending at the knees, but just barely. He returns from the closet heels 
in hand and gravely concerned. He feels almost separated from reality 
dressed like this and wonders how many hours he's going to have to 
endure. Handing the heels to her, he knows that these are at the edge of 
what he can walk in. Removing his anklecuffs and shoes, she then has him 
step into the higher heels. 

Pulling 12 inches of fine chain from the bag on the bed she connect his 
ankle cuffs together before slipping them back onto his ankles, directly 
over his ankle straps. Standing with a sigh she continues. "Now then, 
where were we. Just in case you didn't catch it earlier, you no longer 
need to speak. In an emergency you can write me a short note. But it had 
better be an emergency and you might want to ensure it's short because 
I'll probably take the cane to you for every single letter or number it 
has. We're starting from zero so the only thing you need to know is this. 

You will do what you are told and only what you are told. If you are not 
actively performing a task then you will be standing within my field of 
vision waiting." She steps out of his way and tells him to head for the 
living room. He is unsteady on the heels and the hobble chain doesn't 
help. Neither does the fact that because of the collar and mask, he can 
no longer see his feet. Again she is in his head. "Didn't you have some 
dishes you were doing?" She steps past him and continues to explain the 
situation as she settles on the couch. "Seeing as I may only have 2 
months with you, were going to try this to bring you up to speed. But I 
don't want you to feel that you've been coerced or forced into a change 
in our agreement. 

So we'll see how this goes for a while and then I may give you a choice. 
If you decide that you won't give your 60 days notice until you are 
trained to serve proper, then there is some more paperwork and such we 
really should have in place, just to make sure you follow through.

Or we can do this crash course method. You may prefer this as it's 
quicker and you may be ready in a few days. As a matter of fact I've 
rearranged my schedule to match yours for the next few weeks so we can 
spend as much time on it as we need."

As she explained this he was struggling with the dishes because of the 
chain at his elbows he couldn't reach both hands into the sink at the 
same time and he couldn't see the dish itself unless he held it in front 
of him. Then he could barely bend and reach enough to set it in the 
diShwasher.

At the same time he was getting increasingly worried about what it was 
she was saying. Did she plan on keeping him like this all day and the 
next? Having finished what few dishes there was he drained the sink and 
grabbed a washcloth. Then proceeded to wipe down the table from this 
mornings breakfast. He had just started when he heard her voice boom in 
his ear, asking what did he think he was doing. He had jumped at the 
sudden noise and he started to tremble as he turned, trying to see where 
she was in his narrow vision. He felt the hand on his collar before he 
saw her. He tried to motion that he didn't understand, but she began 
chiding him before he could.

Pulling his face to hers she continues, "You were just told that you are 
to perform the task given, then return to where I can see you and wait. 
Yet here you are wiping the table. If you were done you should have been 
standing here waiting for my instructions." Shaking her head she points 
to the centerpiece on the table. "Grab your notebook. You do remember it 
don't you? It's right there next to my schedule book. You know, the one I 
was going to write down basic times and notes to help you like.....oh, I 
don't know....how I take my coffee? Well, we won't need mine, but you 
will need to carry that notebook for times like this. Now, write down the 
day, time and what you did wrong, and I had better be able to read and 
understand it. Then you can finish what you were doing." She then steps 
away from him, back into the living room.

Grabbing the notebook, he would shake his head if the collar permitted. 
How could he have forgotten about her planner. He could have looked there 
to see how she took her coffee and avoided that verbal lashing that 
started the day. Now this notebook... He has to keep track of his 
mistakes for her! He has to maneuver the book and his body to get where 
he could reach it to write, yet still see it in his narrowed field of 
vision. Tucking the book into his apron when done, he finishes wiping the 
table, returns the rag to the sink and then steps back into the living 
room where he sees her sitting on the couch. Then stands at attention and 
waits. It takes but a moment of inactivity for his feet and calves to 
remind him of the 5 1/2 inch heels on his feet. 'She can't expect me to 
wear these all day, can she?' he asks himself. Then her voice fills his 
head again.

"Go to the laundry room and bring the laundry baskets in here, then go 
and collect the hampers and bring them in here also." Then a click of 
silence once more. He works his way to the laundry room in short steps, 
somewhat thankful to be able to alternate the weight on his feet again. 
His breath echoed in his head again and he noticed that the posture 
collar gave a feeling of always being on the edge of choking. Dropping 
the baskets off, he sets off to collect the hampers from the bed and 
bathrooms. After bringing the final one in he steps further into the room 
and stands again. Almost immediately he hears her again.

"That's a good girl. You can grab a kitchen chair and get off your feet 
for 5 minutes. I'll let you know when it's up, at which time you can sort 
the clothes into baskets and start on the laundry."

This continued through the day with him having to log three more entries 
into his notebook. One for having broken a plate while washing the lunch 
dishes and another for having slipped and spilt a drink he was bringing 
her after dinner. This spilt drink is what led to the third and most 
serious.

Having spilt the drink she had decided to apply some corrective training 
immediately. He was quite frustrated, tired and worried/afraid at this 
point. She summoned him to her and she shortened up his ankle chain to 
about 6 inches. Then she proceeded to have him bring her a glass of water 
filled within 1/4 inch from the top on a tray. Then she would take the 
glass as she checked the tray for any spills, and set the glass down as 
he returned the tray to the kitchen. Moments later she would tell him 
that she was done with the glass. As soon as he would remove the glass, 
he would be told to bring another. 

This continued for almost an hour and a half at which point he brought 
her water along with a note he had written and left on the tray asking 
for things to go back to how they were when he had started. His body 
ached, especially his feet as he struggled to support himself on ankles 
that trembled from the days stress. He was also feeling so disoriented 
from the restriction of his hearing, vision and movement that things 
seemed surreal as he returned the tray to the kitchen.

She read the note but gave no reaction as she did. She actually had 
expected this earlier and was surprised he lasted as long as he did. But 
she knew it would happen because she would have had him bring her that 
same glass of water until it did. At the same time it did not sit well 
with her either. She had wanted him to break down and ask to stop or for 
leniency. She did not expect him to ask to go back. This was something 
she had wanted to offer him and at any rate was far from an emergency. 

When finished she paused for a moment, which to him seemed like an 
eternity. Then he heard her voice once again, informing him she was 
finished with the glass. He made the long walk back to her, fearful of 
how she would react and extended the tray to her. As she set the glass on 
the tray she also dropped the note, now crumbled into a ball.

She did not even look at him as he heard her voice echo inside his head. 
"Take care of this trash while you're at it." Despair hit him and he let 
out a guttural moan into the gag. On hearing this she turned to look him 
in the eyes but said nothing, her face showing no expression.

It took but a second before he started to plead through the gag. "Please, 
please. I'll try harder. Anything, please.," he begged as he made a 
motion to get on his knees but was prevented by the tray in hand as well 
as his confinement. In that moment he was stopped by the speaker 
crackling to life and sound of her drawing a deep breath through clenched 
teeth as she shook a finger inches from his face. Her voice boomed in his 
head as she barked, "Quiet, bitch!" making him flinch. "Nobody said you 
could talk. Take that glass back, throw out that trash, then take ten 
minutes. Time them yourself then present yourself and wait, I've got some 
thinking to do. And don't forget to jot this little episode down."

She steps out of the room as he returns to the kitchen and sits to rest, 
his legs trembling. He found it impossible to get what one could call 
comfortable through his constriction, but felt incredibly relieved to get 
off the heels, almost joyous after being on his feet for the past 3 hrs 
nonstop. Lost in the moment he almost forgets about the other restraints. 
He snaps out of this state quickly when he realises he didn't check the 
clock before he sat down. Not really knowing how long it has been e rises 
and makes his way into the living room. He is a bit startled to see her 
sitting there as he didn't see her reenter and he teeters on the heels, 
then catches himself as he stands at attention.

The minutes tick by and although she had seen him when he entered, she 
paid him no attention. She was looking away from him when his earpiece 
crackled to life. "I just simply don't know what to do about you. You 
claimed you wanted helplessness and were quite sincere about it. You even 
said that the worst thing that could come of this is that you would fail. 
Yet all you give to me is a halfhearted effort. So then I give you the 
benefit of the doubt that your shortcomings were unintentional and not 
that you were lazy or didn't care. So then I take the time and effort to 
help you along and you say you no longer want my help. I already have 
time invested in you, but I wonder if I should invest any more." She 
turns to him.. "Why don't you get on your knees and crawl here to my 
feet, we need to chat."

He struggles to his knees and crawls the 6 feet or so until her feet in 
high heels fill his vision. He moves to plant a kiss on one and is 
stopped by a crop pressed into his shoulder. Followed by her voice... "Do 
you have a hearing problem? You must. That or you just can't understand 
basic instructions. Did I say you could touch me?" She doesn't expect or 
wait for an answer. Moving her foot to one side she reveals an eyebolt 
mounted in the floor at the edge of the couch, a 6 inch clip already 
attached to it. 

"Head down..," she instructs him as he feels a hand on the back of his 
head guide him, while the other snaps the clip to his collar. She then 
leans back and crosses her legs with a sigh. He now finds himself on all 
fours, her heel clad feet inches from his face. Despite his discomfort 
his sex betrays him and tries to stir in it's confines. Then she is 
inside his head again.

"So, what to do about you..... I have a few questions for you. I'm going 
to explain a bit about them, so wait until I ask you directly before you 
answer. When I do, I expect you to answer promptly as well as be prepared 
to explain. We're first going to find out if you want to continue at all. 
If you don't want to honor your commitment, I will remove your gag and 
expect an explanation as to why. Then we're going to find out how you 
wish to continue. We can continue as we are with you trussed head to toe 
and dressed as you are until I feel you are ready. This being Friday 
night you may not be ready before you return to work on Tuesday. 

I have arranged my schedule so that I can escort you to work and back for 
the next two weeks, but I doubt it would take that long. However, You 
will not be offered the opportunity to change your situation, you will be 
trussed up from the time you wake until 1/2 hour before bedtime. You will 
not be allowed to speak, you will be expected to obey without hesitation 
and on your best behavior. Then once I feel you have adapted, you would 
be allowed to serve the remainder of your time as a typical maidservant. 
As you won't be allowed to speak in the beginning, I will assume you wish 
to tender your 60 day notice immediately

Otherwise, we can go back to how we started, except i don't think you 
were exactly honest about your abilities. In this case I would require 
that you cannot give your 60 days notice until you are ready to serve 
properly. While I can't say for sure, this would add between a month or 
two to the time you are committed, depending upon how well you apply 
yourself. Of course I would want some assurance that you are going to 
follow through so we would need a few more add-ons to your contract. All 
of your original limits would remain intact, I just wish to have it 
reflect the additional time required and make it more secure.

Now then keep in mind that if you decide you don't wish to continue at 
all, I may or may not allow it. I may keep you for the 2 months anyways. 
At the very least I will have my fun with you for the remainder of this 
weekend, after which I will inform anyone and everyone in the local bdsm 
community that you should be avoided as you don't keep your word."

His mind was spinning and although the head between his legs thought 
otherwise, his rational mind would choose to end this. But that wasn't an 
option offered and in his present state he couldn't even imagine what he 
could say to justify backing out.

But how to continue....He really didn't wish to extend his commitment, 
but he also knew that he may snap if he had to stay trussed up like this 
for even one more day. He thought about the contract and the time 
requirements. He had to serve at least 40 hrs a month, so he figured he 
would be on the hook for an extra 40-80 hrs and that's better than 4-8 
more hours like this, yet alone a week. She stood and paced a slow circle 
around him. He could hear her breathing, then her voice. 

"Well, what do you think? Are you going to honor your commitment? Nod yes 
and I'll move on. Nod no and I'll remove that gag so you can tell me 
why."

He nodded yes and she congratulated him saying that he had made a wise 
choice. She continued to circle him.

"Would you like to continue as you are now?" And she watched him nod his 
head no..

"Now then, understand this. I'm going to give you one more chance. We can 
go back to how we started, but I'm going to need some ironclad guarantees 
and assurance you will honor your commitment. You will assist with and 
agree to anything I ask of you to secure this. My guarantee will be to 
respect your limits, which I have done and always will."

On his part he didn't have any idea what 'guarantees' she was talking 
about but he couldn't imagine spending another full day bound like this, 
yet alone 2 weeks.. Yet he can't help but wonder what the hell he has 
gotten himself into???

"Do you have any problems with that?" Again he shook his head no. She 
steps up to him and grabs the loose chain connecting his elbows behind 
him. Planting a foot on either side of his head she pulls the chain, 
which pulls his arms up behind him. She grabs the notebook tucked in his 
apron and drops it right next to his face. She then pulls harder and he 
lets out a grunt and rises as much as he can while on his knees.  

"I'll tell you what.... I'm going to give you a gift. I don't even have 
to open that notebook to know that you never wrote down our little 
confrontation earlier." His whole body went cold and he started to shake 
as she continued.. "I could take this crop to your thighs...." She taps 
his thigh for effect. "As a matter of fact I was going to make you cry 
again, but I'll let it slide." Opening the locks, she removes the elbow 
restraints and lets his arms down. Slipping the wig off his head she then 
grabs the back of his collar. He hears a lock click open as she undoes 
the posture strap, posture collar then finally the ball gag. He winces in 
pain as he closes his mouth, the soreness from being distended by the gag 
now evident. She continues to remove the hood and pulls the plugs from 
his ears before replacing the wig.

He is eurphoric at the return of sensation and finds himself asking if he 
can thank her properly and kiss her feet...and she can't help but smile 
and agree. She allows him continue for a few minutes then stepped away. 
Sitting again on the couch, she grabbed the remote and turned the 
television on then turned to him. "Go and turn down my bed, then go into 
my closet. At the back you will see what looks like a handicap toilet 
seat. It looks just like a small bench with a toilet seat on top. Bring 
that to me."

He rose from the floor, unsteady on legs weak from the days activities. 
Heading to her bedroom and turning down the sheets his mind raced with 
concern . What did she mean by gaurantees? And now this toilet seat. He 
could only imagine the worst, and he was coming to the realisation that 
he shouldn't underestimate her. He already did when he signed on for 
this. Opening the closet door, he finally gets a good look at what is 
inside and is taken aback. Much of it he has seen before and is expected, 
but a few things stand out. 

On one shelf he see's a medium sized butt plug in a ziploc bag, but what 
sends a chill down his spine is the tube of ben-gay that is also in the 
bag. There's several rows of clips attached to ropes, wood and plastic 
clothespins, even a row of metal ones. But the last one is a rope filled 
with about 50 alligator clips with serrated teeth about 2 inches long.. 
He tries to shake off the feeling these inspire as he moves to the back 
of the closet. He sees the seat she spoke of, but his eye catches a 
framed photograph on the back wall of the closet. 

It's her standing next to a bound man, his back to the camera. He is 
bound standing spread eagle with ropes running from his ankles, knees, 
elbows and wrists. She is smiling and looking quite proud, almost like a 
fisherman on the dock with a record fish. He has to move in to make sure 
he is seeing this right. His stomach does a flip as he looks at the 
picture up close. The ropes are pulled so tight he can see that the guy 
has been pulled up onto the balls of his feet and you can see the ropes 
are dug in.

He sees a set of clover clamps on the guys nuts, they're being pulled 
down with a pair of high heels hanging from the chain. His back is 
crosshatched with red streaks, hundreds of them. From his calves to his 
ass he can see the familiar welts of a cane, but there's so many of them, 
some crossed over one another. Short blood trails run from a handful of 
places on his back as well as his ass. A full size rubber cat hangs from 
her waist and she is holding a long thin neoprene cane. A look of 
sheer delight on her face, while the mans head is hung forward so that 
you can only see the very top of his head.

He is gripped with panic and looks around thinking, "I gotta get out of 
Here," as he heads out of the closet. He stops himself once in the 
bedroom and takes several deep breaths, trying to organise a clear 
thought. He tries to push the image out of his head and tells himself he 
is going nowhere right now, and that he had probably better not keep her 
waiting. He goes to grab the bench, averting his eyes from the photo. 

Looking over the bench as he carries it out of the closet, he can see it 
has been modified. There is some type of harness hanging beneath the 
seat, by ropes that loop through small pulleys then up through holes in 
the bench where they are tied off onto rope anchors. Rather than try to 
figure it out, he pauses to regain his composure before returning to her.

Meanwhile as she waits on the couch, she wonders if he saw the picture 
she had hung for him. Looking at his face, he looked pale and scared and 
she knew he had not only seen it, but believed it to be real. Sure that 
sub of hers was tied like that, but she had just pulled him taught and 
hung the shoes from him moments before it was taken. And while he did 
have some marks on him, it was quite simple to enhance them and add more 
in photoshop. But he didn't need to know this, and she also made a mental 
note to take the photo down, lest he take a very close look at it.

She directs him where to place the bench as she rises off the couch. 
Stepping behind it she kneels down and instructs him to lay on the floor, 
face up, then moves the bench forward directly over his head. He finds 
himself looking up through the seat, with this harness hanging loose 
against his face.

She reaches under the bench and slips the wig off his head, then grabs 
each wrist and attaches the cuffs to clips on the sides of the bench 
seat. Standing and walking across the room, she reaches under the 
bookshelf in one corner and produces the end of a rope, tossing it 
towards him as she walks to the opposite corner, then pulling another 
from beneath that bookshelf. Clipping the ends to his ankle cuffs, she 
walks back to pull each tight. He meanwhile is trying not to show his 
fear and suppress the desire to ask what she has planned.

Kneeling behind the bench again she undoes several of the buckles on the 
harness, then tells him to raise his head and hold it there. He feels a 
strap looped around his neck, then her work the buckles behind his head. 
A final loop runs under his chin and through the straps on the sides of 
his face. This buckles on the top of his head and he can feel the harness 
drawn tight around his head as she pulls the buckle tight. He can now see 
the ropes run from the topside of the bench and are anchored at 4 points 
around this head harness.

Looking up through the seat he can see her step over the bench, then her 
sex fills his vision as she sits down, her feet placed on opposite sides 
of his body. A moment later he feels the ropes tighten one at a time, 
then his head is drawn up to her a little at a time until his nose 
touches the cleft of her ass. He hears her bark from above him to, "Open 
up and stick that tongue out and keep it there!" 

He extends his tongue and he can feel the tip just slip between her lips. 
She repositions herself slightly, then he feels the ropes draw him closer 
and closer to her, until his face is pressed tightly against her, his 
mouth cupping her mons and his tongue inside her. "Now I want you to 
start sucking and work that tongue of yours." 

As he does he can feel her press even tighter against him, either that or 
she is drawing him even tighter. As he works with his tongue, he can feel 
her grab onto his nutsack and attach a set of clamps. He winces as she 
continues to attach another set to his nipples and he feels the slack 
taken out of the chains connecting them.

Then he feels her sex push into him while at the same time the clamps are 
pulled tight. He lets out a guttural moan and he hears her react by 
shifting her hips as she draws the clamps tighter. He moans again louder 
as she pulls and he can hear her respond with a moan herself and he can 
feel her become even wetter.

Then she settles in for what ended up being an almost 2 hour ride. 
holding the clamps like reigns on a horse, while using the crop on the 
insides of his thighs to motivate him. The more he bucked beneath her, 
the more excited she became and the harder she pulled. While his moans 
vibrated through her exciting her even more.

In the end she was spent and slumped forward on the seat. While his jaw 
ached and he was drenched in her juices, utterly exhausted. She releases 
the ropes holding his face tight and he drops away from her She runs her 
hands up the inside of his thighs, feeling the small welts she left with 
the crop. She removes the clips and he squirms as the blood returns.

Resting a moment she speaks. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna like having you around. 
But while I could probably do this all day, it's getting late and we have 
a big day tomorrow. That includes running around town for a while, but 
don't worry. I'm not taking you out dressed, at least not yet." She 
unclips his wrists, then dropping back down onto the couch she instructs 
him to grab his wig and go clean himself up real quick. Then to tuck the 
ropes back under the bookcases and clean-up and return all the equipment 
to it's proper place in the closet.

As he walks to the bathroom she tells him to not worry about his make-up 
because it's time for bed anyways. He looks at his face, disheveled with 
the make-up smeared and washed away by her juices. His jaw ached, along 
with the rest of his body. He ponders his fate as he washes his face. He 
takes a moment to pause before he exits and studies himself in the 
mirror. 

Then asks himself, "What the hell am I doing here?" Shaking his head he 
thinks, "I gotta get out of here. This is way too much." But he knew he 
had only himself to blame. He wanted to feel trapped and he was the one 
who left his limits wide open. He knew she wasn't going to maim or kill 
him, but he had underestimated her dedication as well as her willingness 
to hurt him if she wished. What struck him most was how she truly enjoyed 
it. Others he had met had some sense of reluctance and showed pity. 

Yet his expressions of pain or discomfort only seem to encourage her. A 
true sadist it would seem, yet she never claimed to be anything else. 
What the hell was he thinking? He stepped back out and began collecting 
the items and putting them away. When he was finished she called him over 
to her and had him kneel at her feet. As she bent down to unlock his 
ankle and wrist restraints she spoke to him. 

"Now I know you have had a rough day. But I want to remind you that I 
don't want any trouble out of you. I gave you the opportunity to ask to 
be released and I would think that if you had a valid reason for it, you 
would have spoke up. I've also given you a second chance at learning to 
serve properly, so I feel that I have been more than accommodating. At 
this point I don't want to even get the feeling that you no longer wish 
to continue. As a matter of fact, you are not even allowed to ask about 
it. If you make any effort to avoid holding up your end of the bargain, 
it will come back to you 3 fold. Now were going out together to take care 
of a few things tomorrow and i expect you to be on your best behavior, is 
that clear?"

All he could do was nod and answer a meek, "Yes, Mistress".

She left his collar in place and let him know that she would be rising at 
9:00 to 9:30 again. He was to bring her coffee and although He did not 
need to be dressed and made up, she made it quite clear that it was for 
this one day only. He could just present himself naked and she would 
retrieve his clothes once she was up and around. He could shower once 
they returned. And with that she dismissed him.

He went to his bed with a million questions and concerns swirling in his 
head. He rolled into bed and tried to think of nothing in an effort to 
clear his head. Then he focused on one thing. Did he want out of this? 
yes. fantasies are nice, even this one could be nice. He just hadn't 
expected her to be so far to the extreme side. What would happen if he 
does break it off? 

Well, she does have a contract, but that's far from enforceable. If he 
can get his stuff out of here, he won't have to come back for it or lose 
it. There is the spare key to his car under the wheel well and he can 
drive home naked if he has to. He figures he can't get his clothes or 
wallet, but everything in his wallet can be replaced. So he figures the 
worst she can do to him is besmirch his name to other doms. He sets his 
alarm for 5:00 a.m. and tries to sleep.

He sleeps in fits and starts and is out of bed before the alarm goes off. 
Looking out into the hallway it all seems quiet. Walking out to the front 
door he finds it is locked with a keyed deadbolt from both sides. No 
matter he tells himself, he'll go out a window if he has to. Then he 
remembers the garage. Checking the door that leads to the garage he finds 
that it's bolted, but has a knob on this side. He decides to go check his 
car before collecting his things. Turning the bolt he steps out onto the 
cold garage floor. Looking at the large door he tries the side one 
instead. Again a bolted lock he can open. 

He knows his car is just down the driveway and it's still dark outside, 
so opening the door he slips outside. Thinking he should have brought 
anything to cover up as he feels the cold night air he steps back inside 
where his eye catches a old blanket. Wrapping this around him high on his 
neck to conceal the collar still locked to his neck he sprints the short 
distance to his car. Reaching under the wheel well he finds the key still 
there. Slipping it out of the box he opens the door, but somethings 
wrong. He tries the dome light and gets nothing. Dead battery? Oh, god 
not now. Or maybe even she took it. He pops the hood to check and 
it's there and he realises he's being paranoid. Regardless of how it 
happened, the battery is dead. 

Running back to the garage he rummages around for a charger or an old 
battery to no avail. There is a locked storage room, but he can't get 
into it without making a racket. Shit! he curses himself. Not knowing 
what to do he locks the outer door and slips back inside, locking the 
inner door behind him. He knows that he won't be leaving until the 
weekends over and resigns himself to that fact. Realising that he can't 
leave and thinking about what may be in store for him, he actually begins 
to get excited. He pushes it out of his mind. Slipping back in bed and 
resetting the alarm he drifts off to sleep once more.

The silence broken once again by the alarm, he is startled awake. Looking 
at the clock and seeing it's 8:30 he panics for a moment, then realises 
all he has to do is make coffee, which he does. Sitting at the table when 
her alarm goes off, he hears her call for him. Bringing the coffee to 
her, he feels more uncomfortable and exposed than ever. She sits up and 
takes a sip of the coffee. Looking over at him she tells him that he can 
wait for her in the kitchen and she will bring him his clothes.

Fifteen minutes later she emerges. Tossing him his shirt, she sets the 
rest of his clothes on the table. Pulling a chair out she sits down next 
to him, folds her hands and says nothing for several minutes. He doesn't 
know what to do, so he does nothing. Finally she turns to him and calmly 
says, "I am not going to get upset about this, not now. We'll take care 
of it later. Right now I want you to go and grab your wrist and ankle 
cuffs, as well as your notebook. Then come back in here and make a little 
note about how you forgot to put your cuffs on today."

His gut felt like he had just crested the hill of a rollercoaster. He 
hurried to get the cuffs and notebook. He thought about how he should 
apologise, but stopped himself. He realised it was probably safer just to 
keep his mouth shut. Sitting at the table he writes the note then slips 
the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, clicking the padlocks into place. She 
tells him to turn his chair sideways and to put his hands behind the 
chair. 

Standing, she walks behind him and connects the cuffs with a clip. Moving 
back in front of him she produces a roll of fishing string from beneath 
his clothes. He watches as she takes an end and runs it through one pant 
leg then through a D ring on his ankle restraint. Then pulling some slack 
in it she tells him to spread his legs. She lifts his balls and loops the 
thin line around his sack several times then ties it off. Guiding his 
pants down the line, then onto his legs up to the knees. Reaching around 
him she releases his wrists and tells him to finish getting dressed. He 
stands and carefully pulls his pants up then finishes dressing. 

She steps in front of him and picks up the spool of line. Taking up the 
slack, she gives it a light tug and he responds immediately, his knees 
buckling at the first tug. She lets out some slack, then explained it to 
him, "You see, this is to make sure you behave yourself. That's 20 lb 
test line. I ran it down your leg and through the ankle cuff so that 
nobody will notice. It may be thin but it's quite strong. As a matter of 
fact I could probably rip your nuts clean off with this if I pulled hard 
enough. I have no qualms about dragging you out of a crowded store by 
this if I have to.

She chose to skip breakfast, so they headed to the car, with him careful 
to keep up with her. He still hadn't asked where they were going and she 
didn't say.

Pulling out of the driveway, she only drives about 3 blocks or so then 
pulls into a strip mall. Shutting the car off she turns to him and tells 
him to put his hands behind the seat as far as he can, where she connects 
the wrist cuffs. Looking at him directly she says, "I've said it before 
but it bears repeating. I will respect your limits. By the same token, 
you will keep your word, and that's what we're here for." She reaches 
beneath the seat and pulls out a folder. "This is a simple lease that 
says I'm renting a room in your house for 600.00 a month. It is a 
standard lease that after 12 months renews on a monthly basis with each 
party required to notify the other in writing about any changes in 
residency 60 days in advance. 

However, I have no need or intention to spend even a night in your house. 
We are stopping here because we have to sign it and get it notarized." 
She gives a tug on the fishing line. "Give me a problem in here and we 
can go back to my place and string you up by these until you change your 
mind. And here's a fair warning, if you ever choose to get into a 
physical fight with me, limits go out the window. Am I clear?" He replies 
with a nod and a yes.

She unclips his wrists and hands him his wallet. "You'll need to show the 
notary your I.D. Let's go." He opens his door as she opens hers. He feels 
a tug at his nuts as she suggests that he might want to get out her side. 
The whole time he is mulling this over in his mind. Why this lease? It 
didn't make much sense to him. 600.00 would damn near pay his mortgage 
each month. What did she have to gain and why should this be a problem 
for him? As a result he was rather nonchalant as they stood at the 
counter and signed the document then paid the notary fee. She slid the 
document back into the folder and they left.

Again they were on the road only a few minutes before turning into a bank 
and pulling up to the deposit box. She asks. "This is the bank you use 
isn't it?" He nods yes as she pulls out her checkbook. Handing him the 
check she has him write 'for deposit only' on the back along with his 
signature and account #. Now he's really confused. She's making a deposit 
to my account? She fills out the other side of the check, slips it into 
the envelope, then drops it into the deposit box. This seems to please 
her greatly, and she is all smiles as they take the short trip back home. 
He is merely confused.

On their return she unlocks his cuffs and collar and sends him off to 
grab clothes and head to the shower. The warm water feels good on his 
back as he showers, then checks his body for hair and decides he wont 
need to use the depilatory for a more days. His mood improves as he sees 
the fetish maid take shape in the mirror before him and he steps out in a 
pleasant mood. 

He presents himself to her and she has him kneel before her. Grabbing a 
binder from next to her she opens it and sets it before him, then hands 
him a pen. The binder appears to be a receipt book. She points to one of 
the blank receipts and tells him to sign there. Holding the pen he tries 
to think what her purpose would be when she chimes in. 

"When you're done with that you can grab your notebook and make an entry 
about why you choose to hesitate." 

He gets the message and signs, then hands her the binder back. He kneels 
there for a moment before seeing a impatient look flash from her. 
Remembering the notebook he pulls it from his apron and makes the note 
she asked for.

She rises. "Very nice, now wait there a minute. I'll be right back so 
stay just as you are." A few moments pass then he hears the sound of 
heels on the kitchen floor behind him and he grows excited. "Put your 
wrists behind your back for a moment." 

He feels her connect them, then a strap looped around his elbows and 
drawn tight. A clip is attached to his collar and he is told to tuck his 
chin against his chest and close his eyes. He hears her move away from 
him, then nothing. His nervousness grows as he kneels there. Hearing a 
slight rustle besides him, he then feels the slack taken out of whatever 
was clipped to his collar. He hears her voice, and there's a tone to it 
that says danger to him. 

"Lift your head and turn your face to me." 

He opens his eyes and sees a rope running from his collar to an eyebolt 
in the floor. As he turns his head to face her he follows the rope to 
where it ends in one of her hands. A crop is in the other. Looking down 
at him she asks, "Is there something you would like to tell me?" His mind 
races. Tell her what? what does she want from me. "Last chance to come 
clean and fess up." 

Then he thought of his little excursion last night, But how could she 
possibly know? At a loss he asks "What is it Mistress?" He feels her pull 
roughly on the rope as she replies "Wrong answer!" Then his face 
approaches the floor quickly. She lets off just before he hits, but then 
pulls hard once his forehead contacts the floor and he is forced to turn 
his head sideways as the rope is drawn tighter. He looks up in time to 
see the bottom of her boot approaching his face, then press into the side 
of it. 

He cries out as she presses it into his face. Panic grips him from being 
handled so roughly and unexpectedly. He makes a desperate pull at the 
collar so he can get out from under her boot. It doesn't budge but seems 
to draw him tighter and he begins to squirm with his legs. Then he feels 
the crop bite into his legs in response. She steps off of his face, but 
continues to swing the crop in one hand as she pulls the rope tight with 
the other. He cries out, then curses angrily. 

Hearing this she pauses long enough to chide, "A liar and a potty mouth!" 
then takes another few swats at him. "You know, I don't think you realise 
that the more of a challenge you make this, the more I enjoy it." She 
taps at one of his legs telling him to lift it up and slips the rope 
beneath it. Looping the rope through the d ring of one ankle cuff, then 
the other before tying it off. "Still nothing to say huh? and to think I 
might have gone easy on you if you did." She waited for a long pause then 
as she turned to leave the room she said. "You know if you are going to 
be running around barefoot you should probably wash your feet when your 
done. Not to mention the footprints you left behind in the garage." And 
with that she left the room.

He was left to his own thoughts, and he couldn't seem to get past 'shit, 
what am I gonna do'. He was at least thankful to have some of the tension 
off the rope to his collar, even if it was tied to his ankles now. He 
rolled onto his side as his knees ached. And there he was, struggling 
mentally about what to say when she walked back in.

She stopped a dozen feet from him, hands on hips. "Cat still got your 
tongue?" 

To which he replied "I'm sorry." She stood there, saying nothing. "It was 
stupid, I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry." Again a long pause, 
then she spoke.

"Very nice. No excuses, no passing the blame. Maybe you are starting to 
learn how to be a good little bitch." She walks toward him then paces to 
one side. Looking down at him she says, "You know though, accepting 
responsibility is only half of it. The other half is accepting the 
consequences." She stops pacing in front of him. "I'd like to hear you 
add that into your apologie."

He clears his throat. "I'm sorry mistress, I shouldn't have done it and I 
accept any of the consequences that may result."

Nodding her head as she begins to pace again. "I let you know that things 
would come back onto you threefold, and you were trying to leave early, 
so now you get to stay late. Instead of 60 days notice, you now have to 
give 180 days notice that you are going to end your service to me." His 
heart jumped into his throat. She could see his reaction and reveled in 
it. "I was also leaning towards putting you back into the restrictive 
uniform, that of course on top of any direct punishment. But that apology 
was unexpected and seemed so sincere that I'm going to give you another 
chance. Would you like to tell me what you were intending to do and how 
far you went, or should I just draw my own conclusions based on what I 
know.

He really didn't want to let her know that the only thing standing 
between him and leaving was a dead battery. He couldn't imagine what she 
would do. There was a long pause, then he let out a heavy sigh. "I guess 
I'm not really sure what I was going to do. I know I wanted to see where 
my car was and if I could get to it, But I knew I didn't have keys." 

She just nodded, knowing it was a lie because she had placed a piece of 
clear tape on the drivers side door, then made a small cut in it so it 
would tear freely if the door was opened.. 'I got as far as seeing where 
it was and at that point I couldn't figure out what to do. I guess I was 
just out of my mind from yesterdays activities. I looked around the house 
to see if maybe you had left my keys somewhere that I could get at them. 
When I couldn't find them I just went back to bed."

She thought for a moment, then spoke. "Well, that was insightful and I'll 
have to give you credit for letting me know what you are capable of. I 
don't believe for a minute that you were unsure of what you were going to 
do. Yet I can't blame you for having a hard time admitting it. You had 
every intention to leave and this is one of the big no-no's and warrants 
a punishment most severe but you haven't made it any worse. I also know 
that you got farther than you say you did. I'm not going to say how I 
know, just that I do. This tells me that you are quite willing to lie to 
me in order to get out of our agreement. This is very good information 
and lets me know just how difficult to break I have to make our 
agreement. You did lie to me. This is another big no-no and also warrants 
a most severe punishment, which we will probably have to defer until 
tomorrow."

"So by opening your mouth when not being truthful you managed to commit 
another major offence and pick up another severe punishment. But I think 
that's probably the best thing for you at this point. Mainly because when 
both are finished I'm going to let you plead your case about whether or 
not to return to the restrictive uniform or not, and you'll probably be 
in a better mindset then. Now then, up on your knees."

As she unties his ankles and takes the rope leash in hand again she helps 
him to his feet. As she leads him to the bedroom she decides that she is 
going to explain a little more about why they had signed the lease. His 
arms still bound behind him, she tells him to lay face down in the center 
of the bed. Bringing the ropes up from the 4 corners she secures his 
ankles, then unties his arms. She explains that the lease allows her 
access to his house and thus to him, should push come to shove. It would 
allow her the right to have a locksmith open the doors for her. She could 
even contact the county sheriff and get a court order allowing her 
access. She remarks that it's quite a powerful document. 

She continues, as she secures his hands and he is now spread eagle, face 
down. "About her monthly payments well, she's already paid in full for 
the first 6 months. The check she deposited noted that it was the second 
half of 1st 6 months rent. The receipt he had given her says that she 
paid 1800 by check and 2400 in cash, and that the last months rent as 
well as the first 6 months have been paid. When he returns the 1800 as 
a cashiers check Tomorrow he is told, they can do the same thing and 
cover it for the entire first year.

The thought of what she said sinks in to him, as does the anxiety of 
being tied like this. She adds to this by adding 4 more ropes at the 
elbows and knees. He couldn't move more than a few inches, yet the ropes 
weren't overly tight. Grabbing that full hood once more she explains why 
the ropes aren't tight. He is going to be like that for 12 hours total 
with only a 10 minute break every 3 hours. During that time he will have 
his ears pluged and be blindfolded. She says she will start without the 
gag, but it will be used if he gets chatty. He will receive four strikes 
from the cane each hour for a total of 48 strikes. He won't receive any 
warning that one is coming as he cannot see or hear and they will be 
randomly spaced. These strikes will be as hard as can be done without 
splitting the skin. 

Just before she puts the earplugs in place and pulls the hood over his 
head she lets him know that it's almost 11:00 a.m. so he should be done 
at 11:00 tonight...