My name is Victoria Parker or Vicki for short. I am twenty-six years old and have a
bachelor's degree in medieval history. I am five feet four inches tall, weigh 104
pounds and have shoulder length natural blonde hair. My friends tell me I am attractive
and I have an excellent figure with a slim waist. A little more than two years ago both
of my parents died in an automobile crash. Being their only child, I inherited a house
and enough insurance money to allow me to pursue my desires for sometime without having to
work.
I practice aerobics three times a week to stay in shape, eat nutritious meals and
do not smoke. All other activities in moderation you might say, except for my insatiable
appetite for restrictive clothing, bondage (I know myself to be submissive) and a
fascination with medieval castles, dungeons, and torture devices used to punish people or
extract confessions.
I must have a masochistic personality because I want to be a damsel in distress.
Sitting at my keyboard, I wear a very restrictive outfit and articles of bondage that make
it extremely difficult for me to type this story. I am however happy and I grin beneath
my gag as my keeper, Man-Yin smiles and presses a button on her remote. It sends a signal
to the dildos held deeply within my anus and vagina by the chastity belt locked on me.
The dildos begin to pulse and vibrate, making it more difficult for me to concentrate on
this story. I know that my juices will soon flow and that my ability to keep typing will
stop. It is almost the end of my 'free time' for this evening and Man-Yin will
soon prepare me for bed. My Master has finished with me for the evening and I am happy.
I reflect a moment on how easily I have satisfied my bondage and masochistic desires in
such a short time.
The pulsating dildos are beginning to do their job. I labor to breathe because of
the large penis gag I wear and I feel a climax starting. I lose control of my stiletto
heeled booted feet. Steel cuffs circle my ankles and connect them with a foot length of
chain. My heels shake uncontrollably, causing a syncopated tapping on the stone floor and
suddenly I scream sounds of ecstasy into my gag as my climax explodes.
My panting continues for several minutes before I gaze at the grinning Man-Yin.
She has come to take me to bathe and prepare me for bed. She touches the remote control
again and I feel the dildos stop pulsating. I am a lucky girl!
Man-Yin walks with me to the basement bathroom and holds my arm to steady my
hobbled stride. At the bathroom, she unlocks the chastity belt, withdrawing the attached
plugs from my insides. She also unlocks and removes my gag, leg irons, and breast
harness. Then she unlocks my wrist irons and has me remove my nylons, boots and shoulder
length black leather gloves. While I do this, Man-Yin is standing by with a whip in her
hand to ensure my behavior.
"Now you wash!"
Knowing that I only have ten minutes, I rush into the shower and grab the soap.
For the next few minutes I scrub, stretch, rinse, towel dry, and finish using the toilet
just before Man-Yin enters holding her whip. She allows me to blow dry my damp hair and
she tells me to apply moisturizing cream over my entire body. I obey, knowing that
Man-Yin will not hesitate to use the whip if I resist, especially since I am in her charge
and I am not wearing any restraints. When I finish, I offer my hands behind my back.
Man-Yin snaps her handcuffs around my wrists and she leads me across the basement
dungeon to my cell, before she consults a clipboard that outlines my fate for tonight. I
predetermine her actions, because once a week I must draw random envelopes that stipulate
what is to happen to me each day during the coming week. I never know what I have drawn
in advance. I like it that way.
I wait in my cell as Man-Yin collects necessary items and brings them to me. Soon
I again wear shoulder length leather gloves, nylons, knee length high-heeled boots, leg
irons, and chain mail panties. She also brings a hinged metal top that is custom fitted
for me. The device circles my torso from waist to just below my neck, almost like a
corset, and it has attached metal cuffs to lock my wrists behind me. Man-Yin unlocks my
handcuffs, has me place my arms through the holes, closes the cage around me and locks it
with two padlocks. Then she takes my arms behind me and locks my wrists in the attached
cuffs. She finishes my ensemble with a 'breather gag' that will give me more
air during the night and a blindfold that shuts out all light. Then she steers me to my
cell bunk where I sit while she locks my metal collar to a short length of chain attached
to the wall. Man-Yin also locks my booted ankles to chains attached to the wall
underneath the bunk. My chains will not allow me to lie down tonight but I feel strangely
protected and secure. Especially secure!
Blindfolded, I hear Man-Yin's heels clicking on the stone floor. I hear the
light switch snap off and my cell door close. Finally, I hear the noise of the
door's bolt slide shut and lock. Now I am alone in the dark, but I am cozy and I
feel extremely feminine. At these times, I think about my self-determined plight and I
wonder how many other women there are like me. Sitting upright on the bunk, I swing my
booted feet until the chains jerk taut and I test the limited movement that my neck chain
allows. Assured of their security, I think back to the events that brought me to where I
am now.
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