Chapter 6
Once the healing was over Alice was ready to assume the position Mistress
Catherine had in mind for her. Her everyday life was that of maid and
housekeeper. Mistress Catherine liked an exaggerated little-girl look for her
and dressed her accordingly. On her feet were white ankle socks with lacy edges
and her shoes were pink stilettos with seven-inch heels and locking ankle
straps. Locking the ankle straps were little heart-shaped padlocks. Alice's
chastity device remained the same, only now the sleeve holding her cock erect
and constantly on the brink was made from pink rubber and the butt-plug holding
the battery-pack had been increased in size considerably. She wore pink rubber
hotpants, clinging tightly to her cute little ass and clearly showing her
throbbing erection.
Mistress Catherine had done away with Alice's corset, as she much preferred
Alice showing off her flat stomach. Not that Alice's waist ballooned for that
reason; it had been constricted for far too long for that and her diet didn't
allow her to gain much weight. Mistress Catherine had also given Alice yet
another intensive hormone treatment and she now sported a pair of massive 38DD
tits. Her lips had also been enlarged somewhat, resulting in Alice's speech
becoming lisping and more girlish.
Her tits were held by a tight, white top that just covered her nipples and was
held up by a pair of thin spaghetti straps. It ended well above her navel,
exposing her flat stomach. And since her hotpants ended just above her hips, the
tip of her cock-sleeve, with her erect and throbbing member, was clearly visible
above them. For Alice, who wanted to look as feminine as possible, this was very
humiliating, but since her mistress had ordered her to dress like that, she had
no choice. Besides, Alice had become so submissive that humiliation was now
somewhat of a turn-on.
Around her neck was a thin pink strap holding a pink, heart-shaped dog-tag
reading: "Slave Alice, property of Mistress Catherine" on one side and a return
address on the other. Alice wore predominantly pink make-up and her hair was
done in pigtails with pink ribbons. On her wrists dangled a lot of junk
bracelets and her nails were long, painted pink and perfectly manicured.
Mistress Catherine demanded that Alice always look her very best.
Alice usually slept with Mistress Catherine in her king-size bed, wearing only
her pink stilettos and ankle socks, her chastity device fitted. During the night
she would do whatever Mistress Catherine ordered her to. In order for her to
have time to prepare breakfast for Mistress Catherine and look good for her,
Alice would rise two hours before Mistress Catherine. It wouldn't do to have an
alarm clock, since it would wake up Mistress Catherine as well, so Alice had a
special one that woke up only her. For this her chastity device doubled as an
alarm. When it was time for Alice to get up it would deliver a most unpleasant
shock to her cock and balls, instantly waking her up. The shock was so bad that
it took some training for her not to jump out of bed, thus waking Mistress
Catherine. A few punishment sessions, however, soon taught her to leave bed
gently, in spite of the pain and the shock.
After getting out of bed she would go down into the dungeon where her clothes
were and where she could prepare herself. First she would remove her shoes and
pull out her butt-plug so that it dangled from its connections to the chastity
sleeve, which Alice could not remove. Then she would give herself three enemas
before showering in cold water. A lowly slave-slut like herself was not entitled
to hot water. Then she would dress and apply make-up before preparing breakfast
for Mistress Catherine. When all these preparations were finished, she would
wake up Mistress Catherine, gently kissing and caressing her until she was
awake. Alice loved this part of the day when she was allowed to show her
affection for her mistress. After waking up, Mistress Catherine would present
her pussy for Alice to eat, something she always did with relish. The rest of
the morning she would assist in everything Mistress Catherine did, eating her
pussy at least two times more before she left the house for her high-powered
job.
Alice spent all day mincing around the house, cleaning, doing the laundry and
cooking for Mistress Catherine. If she finished the day's chores early, she was
ordered to go down into the dungeon to watch her movies. In a corner of Mistress
Catherine's dungeon, which was almost as big as Mistress Angela's, was a TV
connected to a computer. In front of the TV was a stool on which Alice would
sit. Before the movies began Alice would connect a tube/cable to the tip of her
chastity device. The cable part of it ended in the computer while the tube ended
in a bottle. This was the signal to the computer to start the movie. A video
camera, also connected the computer, checked that Alice assumed the correct
posture: Back straight, legs together, ankles crossed and hands folded in the
lap well away from her crotch. Failure to remain in this posture throughout the
movie resulted in instant punishment in the form of painful shocks to her
crotch. The movies would always be hard-core porn, mostly with S&M content
involving shemales and trannies in fetish attire. While the movie played the
sleeve's stimulation of her cock would increase to the point where Alice had
real trouble not squirming and writhing while she tried to get off. Just once
did she try to rub her erect member, imprisoned in its chastity device. Not only
did the sleeve prevent her from bringing herself to orgasm, but also she spent
the whole rest of the day being punished. First by the shocks being
automatically administered by the sleeve and second by the returning Mistress
Catherine, who was none too pleased by her disobedience.
When Mistress Catherine returned Alice would invariably be flushed and excited,
ready to do whatever she wanted in the futile hope that she might be granted an
orgasm. Of course the orgasms never came, but Alice never stopped hoping.
Alice was left completely unbound when Mistress Catherine left the house, but
she never ventured outside. Mistress Catherine's orders had been quite clear on
that count. In the beginning Alice was also far too shy and self-conscious to do
this. Gradually this shyness was removed as Mistress Catherine exposed Alice to
strangers coming to the house. At first it was guests, whom Alice would service,
both sexually and otherwise. This was not much different than it had been at
Mistress Angela's house and it took little adjustment on the part of Alice.
After that it was craftsmen coming to the house to perform repairs while both
Mistress Catherine and Alice were in the house. Mistress Catherine would insist
that Alice be near them at all times to provide whatever service they needed.
This always ended in Alice either blowing them or being fucked and gradually her
shyness wore of as she began enjoying the attention. She began to enjoy having
them whistle when she walked by and she stopped to lean in as they fondled her
ass. It slowed the work down, but Mistress Catherine didn't mind, as it was also
training for her sissy-slave. After a while Mistress Catherine allowed the
craftsmen in the house even when she wasn't around and she brought them in on
the most trivial assignments, just so her sissy could get fucked while she
wasn't around. This only increased Alice's affection for Mistress Catherine.
The final stage was taking Alice out. First it was to parties and orgies at
special clubs or at other mistress' houses, but eventually Alice was allowed to
go shopping with Mistress Catherine in ordinary shops and not just the fetish
shops. On these occasions Alice would be dressed as a normal, if very sexy and
provocative, woman, always in skyscraper stilettos and tight skirts or pants.
Her cock and balls would be pulled back between her legs and held there by a
pair of brutal panties made of steel mesh. They squeezed her genitals something
awful, but insured that her crotch was smooth and feminine. As per her
mistress's orders Alice also learned to smile at this pain, even loving it
because it meant a little freedom in the company of her mistress. Usually they
went shopping for clothes for Alice and there seemed to be no limit to how
provocative or slutty Mistress Catherine was willing to dress Alice. Walking, as
ordered, three steps behind the classy and elegant Mistress Catherine, made
Alice feel like a complete slut, a whore who was out of her league. Her heels
were never less that six-inch spikes and her ultra-short skirts always showed
off her cute, but full, sexy ass. Her tits were always held in such a way that
it looked like they were about to burst out and usually she would have to work
hard to keep her nipples from peeking out. To top it of her walk was that of a
seasoned whore strutting her stuff. People would stop and stare at her in
indignation and whisper "whore" at her just loud enough for her to hear. It
didn't help that Mistress Catherine usually ordered her to lick or suck the shop
attendants, so that Alice's make-up would be smeared when she carried the bags
out of the shop, leaving some lucky attendant smiling dreamily.
At home Mistress Catherine would have Alice mince around in her new clothes
before having sex with her. For Mistress Catherine sex with Alice meant one of
two things: most of the time it would just involve Alice working long and hard
to bring her mistress off, of course without getting off herself. But sometimes
it involved making Alice scream for hours and hours as Mistress Catherine got
off watching her slave being in pain.
A favorite of Mistress Catherine's was needle torture and often she would almost
cover all of Alice's sensitive spots with needles. Alice had been left with a
true fear of needles after her ordeal when Mistress Catherine first got her, but
this only increased the pleasure for Mistress Catherine. Presenting the first
needle to Alice as she hung tied to a padded cross always made her cry from
fear, much to Mistress Catherine's amusement. These occasions were also the only
times Alice was allowed to cum - sort of. The correct term was rather that she
was emptied of sperm or milked, because there was no pleasure involved in it on
her part. Once Mistress Catherine had had most of her sport with Alice and Alice
hung crying on the cross, her tits and genitals covered with needles, Mistress
would produce three especially thick needles. The sight of these would make
Alice cry and beg, pleading Mistress Catherine to have mercy. But of course
there was none, as Mistress Catherine would plunge a needle straight through
each of her testicles. The third needle was inserted in the bundle of nerves
that lies close to the surface of the skin just behind the scrotum. Just as it
had been with her balls, this would make Alice scream in pain as she thrashed in
her bonds. Mistress Catherine would then allow Alice to calm down a little as
she connected the three needles to a control unit with thick wires. Alice knew
what was coming and whimpered in fear as Mistress Catherine first secured a tube
to the tip of her limp member. The tube ran down to a bottle, which would
collect whatever ran out of her cock during the torture to come. The Mistress
Catherine would lift up the control unit and pushed a button. At first only a
weak, stimulating current was sent through the needle behind her scrotum. This
soon resulted in her cock standing full-mast, throbbing with need in spite of
the pain. After a while pre-cum would dribble into the tube and down in the
bottle, as Alice's breath grew ragged and needy. Then the torture would start in
earnest. Mistress Catherine would push another button and a strong electrical
current would surge through her balls, making her scream her head off in pain as
she thrashed uselessly in her bonds. The last part was a surge through the
needle in her scrotum. This pulse was designed to make Alice expel the jism in
her balls. Without giving Alice any pleasure, but rather intensifying her pain
greatly, her cock would spurt out massive amounts of sperm, which would be
collected in the bottle on the floor. The pain and the fact that she came
without deriving any pleasure from it, drove her into a frenzy and while the
jism spurted out she would scream soundlessly, red in the face all her muscles
tense. When the current was turned off, Alice slumped limply back on the cross,
crying with pain, humiliation and exhaustion. Mistress Catherine loved this
moment and always brought herself off at this point. But the torture wasn't over
yet. Mistress Catherine was nothing if not thorough. After Alice had hung on the
cross for a few minutes, she would start over again and the process would be
repeated until she was sure that Alice had no more jism. Of course Alice had
very little left after the first round and after round two she would be
completely empty, but this didn't prevent Mistress Catherine from repeating the
process at least ten times before removing the needles and releasing Alice.
Alice would be completely exhausted, but still she would always crawl over and
kiss Mistress Catherine's boots, thanking her for being so good to her useless
sissy-slave. The next day Alice would be required to drink the jism collected
from her the day before because "it was good for her."
Usually it took Alice a week to recover from these sessions, but Mistress
Catherine still demanded that she be dressed her hotpants outfit the next day,
the chastity sleeve fitted. Her cock and especially her balls would ache
something awful, but still she would get hard and needy from the stimulation of
her abused genitals.
Mistress Catherine was away on business quite often and when this happened, she
didn't like for Alice to run freely around the house. Instead she thought that
the time would be well spent if Alice used it to contemplate what a lowly sissy-
slave she was and how fortunate she was to have such a fine mistress.
First Alice would be stripped naked; wearing only stilettos because she had lost
the ability to stand flatfooted after having worn high-heels constantly for so
long. Her chastity tube would be replaced by one having an external power
supply, as Alice's ass would be occupied. A huge dildo, with a hole running down
its center, was rammed up her ass filling her completely. Connected to it was a
thick, transparent hose. This was used to pump shit out of her and enemas into
her. The catheter built into her chastity device would take care of her urine.
Alice would them be dressed in a full-body suit made from thick, black rubber,
leaving only her crotch, hands and face free. Her waist was constricted by a
severe corset and on her feet were put ballet-toed boots with ten-inch heels,
effectively preventing her from standing up. Mittens squeezing her hands into
useless cone-shapes were pressed onto her hands and her arms were twisted into a
back-prayer, her bound wrists secured to the broad collar, which had been put
around her neck. Then tubes were forced down through her nostrils and into her
lungs, allowing her to breathe no matter what and a thick tube was forced down
her throat and into her stomach. This would always bring Alice to the brink of
panic and tears would stream silently down her face, as her vocal cords were
rendered useless by the passing tube. Then she would be made to crawl or squirm
her way across the floor and into the box that would be her home until Mistress
Catherine came back again. Inside the box her legs would be strapped to the
floor and she would be strapped down in a doubled-up position. The hoses were
then connected and Alice would be blindfolded and her ears filled with plugs.
Just before her ears were plugged Mistress Catherine would say: "Always remember
what a worthless slave slut you are and how lucky you are to have a mistress to
take care of you. You owe your mistress everything." After applying her
earplugs, her head would be forced back until her face pointed as far upwards as
it could and secured in place with a strap secured to her bound hands. Then the
lid would be shut on the specially soundproofed box where Alice would stay,
bound so that she was unable to move a muscle in her cramped up position. Food,
drink and enemas would be pumped into her, while shit and urine pumped out.
There was no sound and no other sensory impressions besides pain and discomfort
and all she could think about was what a disgusting sissy-slave she was and how
much she owed her mistress.
When Mistress Catherine returned and let her out of the box, Alice would be
reduced to tears of gratitude at being let out again. Her muscles would be too
cramped to even crawl properly, but still she would try to squirm over to kiss
Mistress Catherine's boots. She loved Mistress Catherine stronger each time she
was let out of the terrible box. The fact that it was Mistress Catherine who had
put her in the box in the first place always faded as gratitude towards her
Mistress filled her when she was let out.
