JESSICA'S VACATION - - - - - Wherein she meets Dr. Masters
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A telephone rang and Bart, the man who's name Jessica had overheard
answered on the first ring. "Receiving"... she's here now... she's
ready... Uh... just a moment! Bart looked frantically and Nora knew
what he wanted... the gagged woman quickly handed him the clipboard.
"OK,... let's see. Allan... Bennett... Here! Brown, Jessica Lee
Brown... right!... no... plastics!... hair? no... a scarf... I know
She's on the way... he's there now?... OK!" Bart hung up the
phone and walk to where Jessica sat now trembling. The giant turned
her stool to face him and said... "Time to meet Dr. Masters"
"mmfffmgmGG ?" Jessica asked something but nothing came out. She
searched Barts eyes for a clue..he saw her fear. He put his huge hands
gently but firmly on her shoulders, causing the crackling sound she
hated. "What is it Mrs. Brown... you're afraid ? Jessica's eyes were
filling with tears. Bart patted her arm and spoke softly to her.
"That's Ok Mrs. Brown, I know if I were facing what you are I'd be
scared outta my socks too. At that Jessica started to cry into her gag
with abandon.. "AAAaaaGGGGggffnnnn.. mmmmnnnggFFFGGGGRRR !!!" "Yes
M'am " Bart pulled her to her feet and the march through
the building began.
Masters Institute was an impressive compund of ancient stone mansions.
The main building was an immense stone castle like structure with 30
something bedroom suites two ball rooms and enormous library and the
office of Dr. Masters. Several other much smaller but equally rugged
and forboding buildings were spotted across the 300 acres. Each of
them had numerous bedding facilities for "guests". There were only
rumors as to what went on in some of them. Long Term Receiving was at
the far end of the main building and as Bart hustled the gagged and
hobbled Jessica along, she repeatedly tripped and he held her up as
though she weighed nothing. They walked down a long center hall
paneled in dark wood with brass and green lighting fixtures spaced
evenly, brass railings, brass spittoons, brass statuary... brass
everywhere and gleaming in the light. Somehow, Jessica managed to
wonder "Who polishes all that brass?" The large rooms on either side
seemed to be occupied by guests > In one Jessica caught a glimpse of
a tall beautiful girl in a wasp wasted pink and black corset, garter
belt, frilly maids cap and heels ONLY..carrying a serving tray of
drinks. A chain connected her shoes at the strap and her mouth was
held open by a thick pink scarf pulled between her teeth and holding
God only knows what in her mouth. Jessica noticed with further concern
her short cropped hair. As they passed from view the next sight to
startle Jessica was a short chubby woman forced into a ridiculously
tiny French Maids outfit. It was much like a white peasant blouse and
the too short skirt with petticoats stuck out straight leaving none of
her private parts hidden. She wore no underwear. Her feet bulged out
of 4" heels obviously two or three sizes too small. She too wore a
silly maids cap. But what bothered Jessica was the woman's arms had
been folded behind her back and literally laced to her back with yards
of white rope. A HUGE fluffy mass of white cloth was protruding from
her mouth. On closer inspection, one could see the thin scarf buried
in the cloth and deep between her teeth then knotted behind her head.
Before Jessica could wonder why she was gagged so strangely, the
pitiful maid bent forward from the waist and displaying her bare butt
to the passersby resumed dusting a table with her mouth. Bart had
paused as they passed then a few steps more and he stopped.
"Stay here" he admonished Jessica He returned
to the maid who's head now shook sideways back and forth "dusting" He
raised his hand and struck her a blow to her bare ass with his open
palm... "SSLLAAPPP!!!!" The report echoed through the halls and the
hapless maid, caught completely off guard, carommed down the hallway
bounced off the wall, knocked over a table and crashed into an
umbrella stand as she tried desparately to regain her balance in the
"punishment" shoes. Mercifully, she fell into an overstuffed chair and
looked back at Bart in disbelief?!?! "Next time you keep your face
down and dustin' when Staff comes by!!" He grabbed Jessica's arm and
they started off again. As soon as they'd rounded a corner Bart broke
into an evil laugh... "HaHAAAA!" I got'er good!! "HAAAhaha!" Jessica
had been experience a variety of emotions regarding Bart... but now
she knew what he was... and she didn't like it. The endless
walk went on and at the end of the hall the unlikely pair turned right
and in doing so nearly bumped into another maid at her work. Bart
stopped and pushed Jessica to the side with her back against the wall.
"Well Sally girl... how are we today ? He grasped the woman's arm and
she fought with herself not to pull back. Her face was only visible
from the nose upward. A wide green striped towel covered the lower
part of her face from her nose to her chin. So tightly was it tied
that her cheeks bulged over the cloth. her face was strained and
flushed from it's confinement. Unlike the others, Jessica noticed that
this woman, like herself wore a tight kerchief concealing all but a
bit of her hair at the forehead. Sally was made to wear a plain grey
housemaids dress. Buttoned top to bottom with white collar and white
cuffs at the wrists. A lacy handkerchief looked ridiculous pinned to
her chest. Her wrists were bound before her with rope in an extremely
tight handcuff knot and attached to a waistrope by a short tether.
Sally's ankles were also rope-hobbled above her regulation strapped on
4"heels. Sally wore a large ugly pocketed apron of white cotton. It
was stained and soiled as though it had been used for a month. A
bottle of some sort of cleaner or polish was in the torn pocket,
nearly falling out. In her restrained hands she held two rags. One
filthy grey and one somewhat cleaner... Suddenly it struck Jessica.
She had her answer. Day after day, early morning to late at night,
throughout the castle, Cruelly gagged and handicapped by her
restraints... Sally!... polished the brass!!
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Subject: Jessica's Vacation #3B
As Bart forced his attentions on the maid... her eyes appeared near to
panic. His hand disappeared under her skirt and as he lifted it Sally
rose too to her full height to avoid his touch... but finally closed
her eyes and rocked back on her heels. Bart whispered "It's Tuesday
night y'know.. I'll be comin' for yer at eleven. The look
Jessica saw in Sally's eyes could only have been thought of as
exhaustion and despair at her lot... .Forgetting her own plight,
Jessica's heart went out to the hapless maid when suddenly her breath
FROZE in her body and her heart pounded...!!! On the maids chest...
above her left breast... "Sally Robinson /NOVICE" Jessica and Bart
stopped before huge twin oak doors... they must have weighed a ton a
piece jessica thought. "You have an admitting interview with Dr.
Masters... Watch what you say Mrs.!!" <"what? what do you mean? what
do I say?> Jessica cursed the soggy foul tasting rag in her mouth and
the knot that held her mouth agape!! Then to her surprise, Bart was
untying her wrists and they dropped free. Jessica at once began to
massage them...so sore were they. Bart coiled the rope and draped it
around her neck. She immediately reached to remove the hateful gagging
cloths!! but Bart seized her hands..."Oh no Sweety...not until and if
you're told...and he held onto her hands. At that moment Jessica
noticed a wall mirror behind Bart and instinctively she moved to see
herself then "OOOOONNNFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!" and her freed hands flew in all
directions over her breasts, her pussy. The cellophane crackled
incessently... Jessica's suit was TRANSPARENT!!! ALL OF IT!!! She had
thought that like Nora and Cindy, dark areas covered her
privates...but NOT SO the "Novice" suits...no-one had told herm and
her collar prevented her from looking down... for hours she had been
on display as good as naked...GASP!! and now this Dr. Masters? Bart
opened the door and pushed her inside. The huge door closed
behind her.
Dr. Masters was quite unlike Jessica's expectations. Although mostly
gray haired, he was quite young..early forties?. His grey pin striped
suit was expensive as was the tie and shirt. When he raised his head
and sat upright, Jessica judged him to be very tall as well. Jessica,
all 5'8" of her with hobbled ankles, butt naked under
a cellophane suit, a babushka on her head and her mouth split open by
a huge white knot of cloth....Jessica Brown, the woman, wondered,...
"Will he like me?"
"Come here Mrs. Brown... Jessica", he added referring to some notes.
Jessica approached on tenterhooks. The cellophane roared like a fire,
the chain between her feet clanged like a fireBELL!. She had NO clue
what to do with her hands. She crossed them behind her back and her
shoulders hurt again...she held them together in front. "Pull up a
chair Jessica". Masters, looking down at his papers waved his hand
toward two straight chairs. Jessica carefully dragged one across the
carpet to a spot in front of the desk and sat down. Master's look up
quickly! STAND UP MRS. BROWN!!! NO ONE TOLD YOU TO SIT..DID THEY???? I
TOLD YOU TO PULL UP A CHAIR!!!!" Jessica FLEW! out of the chair and
back on her sore feet... she was completely confused and her feelings
were crushed...the tears were coming again and she didn't want that.
"Hmmmph!...you women wonder why your here..sweet little wives... "
Masters was speaking as to himself..."Well, THAT'S WHY!!!! Michael was
quite correct...Inattention...disobedience...failure to follow
instructions...inability to anticipate his every need ! Masters
slapped the papers down on his desk.."IT"S ALL HERE!... ALL HERE!!!!
Yes indeed. In her despair and confusion she thought <"So this was
it... this is what Michael wanted...and he sent me to this bastard!
"Now, Mrs. Brown, you may sit!" Jessica hesitated momentarily wary of
a trick... then she sat on the edge of the chair, knees tight
together, ladylike. "I imagine that gag is rather an annoyance, what?"
<"Annoyance! It's killing me!!> "Would you like it off ?" < Jessica
panicked...was it another trick..what should she say..her aching jaws
gave her the only answer > Jessica looked into Masters' eyes as though
gauging a rattlesnake...then slowly and hopefully nodded her head and
waited to see what would happen! "Very well. You may remove the cloths
and lay them in your lap for the present. < At last! > Jessica
couldn't move fast enough to reach the knot behind her neck. It was
tight. She couldn't budge it. Finally a nail caught under a fold and
it loosened.
The relief from the pressure swept over her. She drew the towel ends
down and tried to open her jaws wide enough to expel the knot behind
her teeth. Her jaw seemed paralyzed...she was afraid Masters would
grow impatient..change his mind. Finally she pulled steadily near the
center of the towel and the knot began to move. Jessica had to pull
DOWN on her jaw to finally roll the knot up over her teeth. It was
OUT! Masters sat now with his chin in his hand enjoying the show.
Jessica had to reach deep inside her mouth to pull out the smaller
towel that had nearly choked her for hours... the rag stuck to the
roof of her mouth and she rocked it gently till it released...and the
soggy wad of cloth fell into her lap. Masters actually smiled as he
watched her now trying to close her mouth... for fear her jaws had
locked. Only the muscles had been stretched..and gently, Jessica
closed her mouth for the first time since dawn... Bart's warning rang
in her ears. She sat still and waited.
Masters removed his glasses and folded his hands on the desk as he
leaned slightly forward. " Mrs.Brown, you have been through a lot
today. More than virtually anyone would undergo in a lifetime" He
smiled broadly at her "And it's only two o'clock" Jessica smiled back
meekly...her lips wouldn't work and she felt like she was making a
face at him "Eh... yes, well I will explain your situation" < "Oh
GOD..I DID make a face at him "> "This institution is unique, in this
country. We pattern ourselves, however, after the best programs
several European operations have to offer. Today we will discuss only
you and your future with us." Masters leaned back in his chair and
placed his hands behind his head as he began Jessica's orientation.
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Jessica's Vacation #3 C
"Mrs. Brown, Jessica, you are here as the result of a great deal of
planning and cooperation between myself, my staff and your husband
Michael. To clear the air and any second thoughts you might be having,
which would surprise no-one. It would be easiest for you to think of
yourself as our prisoner. Although our brochure mentions the term
"client" in the most gentile manner I assure you that even at this
moment you are a prisoner... Further, since this is for all purposes a
private prison we need not diddle around about prisoners rights and
priviledges as given prisoners of the State. As a prisoner by
definition you may not leave this institution. You may not receive
mail. You may not receive telephone calls... more on that later. And
of course, you may not have visitors. Incidently, you will have no
access to radio, TV or newspapers. You should know about our
recreational programs. They are commonly called "Work Assignments" and
by the way, your typical workday begins at 7AM and ends at 8PM. We
recognize of course the need for variety of activites and such and so
on given scheduled days your Work Assignment will be switched with
another prisoner. When you were picked up this morning, you left
virtually all your possessions behind you. You also left behind...All
your rights, All your priviledges, All choices, All privacy, All
physical freedom. I remind you that in the strictest sense perhaps
since the Inquisition. You are a prisoner.
Now, we have nearly 100 prisoners here at any given time. They range
from recalcitrant teenagers to, as a matter of fact, unsatisfactory
spouses such as yourself. I don't mean to frighten you unduly but
yours is the toughest lot for the following reasons. In commiting you
to our facility, your husband agreed..on your behalf that we have
complete say as to your physical treatment in terms of restraint,
confinement, mode of dress and hygeine. We have complicated and strict
rules which you will observe to the letter or be punished in a manner
that FAR exceeds the misdeed. It will behoove you to memorize the
rules and adhere to them. I will tell you that they are frequently
changed without notice and that, dear prisoner, becomes YOUR problem.
That's a bit about imprisonment....Now there is another agenda at
M.I.T. which concerns you directly. We have a staff of 40 people here,
men and women who work hard but receive no compensation other than
their room and board. "Why do they stay" you might well inquire. The
stay because they are "fans". Fans of Bondage, Discipline, Corporal
Punishment, Humiliation, Torture and virtually every other D&S related
activity. Each of them is an autonimous authority. Which is to say
that any staff member may select any prisoner and subject them to any
authorized punishment for as long a time as they wish. You will not be
advised of authorized punishments save for one thing. We do not permit
Whipping or Flogging except by executive approval...Me. Now as for
you., Mrs. Brown.........."
"Frankly, Jessica I'm shocked and amazed at the number of items your
husband has included in this admission form and I wonder when he
expects to see you again. Sadly, this happens occasionally when the
husbands testosterone interferes with good judgement...but that is no
concern of M.I.T.'s."
"Now, when you leave this office you will proceed to the work
assignment area. You will be assigned a job and provided with
appropriate clothing. The level of bondage you are to exist in will be
decided and a colored badge will advise all staff members of it's
type. I DID mention I hope, that all prisoners and trustees are
required to exist in some level of bondage at ALL times and in THIS
building no communication between prisoners is permitted. Hence, you
WILL be kept gagged at all times except when eating and when a
staffmember MUST speak with you. Now before you are dismissed you may
ask me one question... What is it?? Jessica was caught by surprise.
"I..I don't know..let me think..well..uh."
Masters stood up "Replace your gag Mrs. Brown. Not another word!"
"Oh! no please..I want to ask..."
"REPLACE YOUR GAG THIS INSTANT OR I SHALL HAVE IT DONE FOR YOU!!!
And sadly, realizing she had blown her chance, Jessica picked the now
cold and soggy cloth from her lap and held it to her lips. Familiar
pains stabbed in her jaws as she opened her mouth. She forced the
wadding into her mouth and remembering the knot gag, pressed it to the
back of her throat. As she gagged lightly on the cloth, Masters'
looked up quickly and grinned slightly... Jessica could barely force
her mouth open wide emough to admit the huge knot that had to go in
it. Finally, as she had removed it, she placed the knot on her lower
teeth, pulled down hard! and rolled it into her mouth. The huge object
slipped behind her teeth and she knew it didn't need to be tied there.
But of course she had to tie the ends behind her neck. As she reached
up her hands, Masters came from behind his desk.
"I'll get that Jessica" and as she placed her hands in her lap Masters
tied off the towel ends then PULLED! mightily. Jessica's eyes flew
wide and the knot sank DEEP into her mouth and the wadding jammed into
her throat..a second yank and the towel was in a double knot. Jessica
was gagging.....<"I can't breathe!!> She heaved and wretched as
Masters held her arms pinned down from behind.
"Control that Mrs. Brown!! You've GOT to control that!! NO ONE HERE
WILL REMOVE A GAG UNLESS YOU ARE UNCONSCIOUS!!! Jessica
barely heard his words as she stuggled to breathe
"slowly...normally..deep breaths....you can do it girl", she coached
herself for what seemed like forever and finally the nausea subsided.
"That's quite a nasty gag for a "novice", Jessica. On the other hand,
Michael tells us you are well acquainted with nasty gags thanks to our
mutual friend and associate, Master Ken <"What? How
does he know Kim ??> Masters spoke again. "Jessica, I want you to try
to say "Thank you Dr. Masters" Say it as loud as you can, under the
circumstances <"What the hell?...well here goes">
"ANNFFGHGHH OK..." At once Jessica began to gag and the cycle began
all over as Masters watched, grinning.
"Now THAT"S a fine gag Jessica!!....you see even TRYING to talk causes
you misery! Yes, that gag will do fine! And now I have
something else to show you before you leave. From a desk
drawer, Masters took what appeared to be a folded towel, light green
in color...a dish towel dyed green....As he came toward Jessica she
saw a monogram on the front..." E/P " In seconds the towel was tied
over Jessica's mouth so tightly that she felt her cheeks bulging over
it like poor Sally the maid. "In case you're wondering, the E/P
monogram stands for 'Executive Punishment'. NO ONE but me is
authorized to remove your gag under any circumstances! Of course we
know you are NOT being punished, Jessica but since you like gags and
that one is SOOOoo uncomfortable, I'm going to permit you to wear it
till "whenever I send for you" "And, Jessica dear, I WILL
be sending for you..<"haHAAAhahah"> "Do you want to try 'Thank you Dr.
Masters' again?" Jessica lowered her head and slowly
shook it. Masters pushed a buzzer and in seconds, Bart was beside
Jessica. He pulled her out of the chair and took the rope from around
her shoulders. Jessica had forgotten about it as she had forgotten her
nakedness in all the fear and confusion. Bart tested her... he held
the coil of rope up before her and she stared at it with the vacant
look a woman develops from being gagged too tightly
too long... Then turning slowly before the giant guard... Jessica
crossed her wrists behind her back.
COMING UP ! CHAPTER 4 : In which, Jessica finds work....!
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