Chapter One

A Lesson and Correction

Christine

 

For a moment I writhed on my rigidly clamped 'Bar, then slowly settled and stared from within the blinkers at the huge projection TV screen filling my forward view. I couldn't really look down, but caught the motion of the keyboard when it swung over in front of me, just above waist level, stopping before my stomach. It was partially concealed by the silvery swells of my breast cups and their sprouting hoses and wires, but disconcertingly, at the same time the clamps on the arms behind my legs snapped closed around my ankles, securing my feet and legs, then she spoke again.

"You should be aware by now, young lady, that you are under the control of your Electronic Speech Inhibitor," she intoned. "Well done indeed, Miss Christine!" she enthused, surprising me. "It has been noted that you have fastened yourself as required. Kindly lean back and remain still for a moment."

When I did, I felt a subtle click at the back of my collar and immediately tried to jerk away, only to be brought to an immediate, choking stop when the chair leash, now connected to my collar, snapped tight! I struggled to bend forward for a moment, then the cable slowly wound backward. It was remotely controlled too! A moment later my head and neck were inexorably pulled into a formed depression in the head rest once it had tightened fully.

"That's excellent, my dear!" she seemed to smile evilly, almost chuckling. "Now that we've added that little modicum of control, you are to reach around to the sides and seat of your chair and fasten the straps you will find there to the rings of your chastity device. Kindly do so at this time!"

With another tremulous sigh I did as she commanded, then sat there, rigidly erect and fully-restrained but for my hands, waiting for what was to come next. I could only stare helplessly ahead at the huge, dominating TV screens in front and above me, unable to look anywhere else.

"Please connect the Limiter Chains to your wrist cuffs. When you have done so, you are then to reach to the top of the desk and depress the central button located there. You have two minutes to complete these instructions."

I could feel the chains dangling from the arms of the chair and so resignedly reached down and grasped one, then locked it to my right wrist cuff. A moment later, I'd done the same with the left cuff, then, I pulled at their obdurate links, reassuring myself that I was indeed fastened. When I tried to press the button she had mentioned, I found to my dismay, limiting as my wrist chains were, that I couldn't get my fingers anywhere near it! I surged against my bondage to the chair, but there was absolutely no way and I began to panic, dreading the horrible things that would inevitably follow for failure to complete my task.

"Now, young lady! Prior to commencing your actual lessons, and as a necessity for them being properly answered, I shall conduct a class in typing. This will bring your current skills, or lack thereof, up to a standard of one hundred and twenty words per minute. Error free I might add! Your abilities will be tested during the first ten minutes of each lesson period, to ensure they are maintained, and we will proceed to the actual topic for the day," she explained pedantically.

My typing skills were nonexistent, but it appeared that this was soon to be remedied.

"It is my understanding, Miss Christine, that you have only accomplished a 'hunt and peck' style of typing, but this will soon be corrected by the concentrated lessons you are about to undergo. On the screen in front of you there will appear a key board, and you are to follow my verbal instructions, in addition to those you see on the screen. The lesson will commence now."

I attempted to look down at the keyboard partially-hidden below the swell my breasts, pulling forward against my collar and the cable connecting it to the back of the chair, bending my head against the choking restriction, but this only lasted a few seconds before it was snapped back into the padded rest with a quick jerk on its leash.

"Miss Christine!" she admonished, "You are not permitted to look at the keyboard! This is one of the basic tenets of touch typing, and you will be restricted to prevent you from doing so!"

I had to stare straight ahead at the screen! My hands positioned themselves above the keys, feeling the weight and restriction of all the chains dragging on my arms and I knew this wasn't going to be a lot of fun. On the screen, the lesson began to unfold while the voice of my mentor detailed my duties. At first the pacing was fairly sedate while I was oriented to such arcane topics as 'the home row', proper keyboarding, speed, rhythm, and error computation. Posture and seat position I was told, at this point, were not problems, for my current environment had been engineered with those considerations foremost. Hearing these comments, I chewed angrily on my gag-pad, sweating inside the hot, sealed mask and helmet, shaking my head to try and dislodge droplets of water trickling into my eyes. For my trouble I received a threatening shock from my clitoral contact!

"Kindly pay close attention, Miss Christine! No slackness will be permitted!"

The lesson continued and I had no choice but to follow it and complete the practice sessions she dictated, urged to do so by tingling shocks from my Chastity Belt if I didn't follow through as instructed, or as rapidly as I was supposed to. The lesson seemed to go on forever while I sat fastened, and when I began to lose concentration I was brought quickly back to my predicament with stronger shocks. On the screen I could see the results of my fumbling attempts to type correctly and with each error I made, annoying, hurtful pulses coursed through my crotch, making me try to shift away, but I couldn't avoid them no matter how I squirmed! After what seemed like a thousand years, the lesson appeared to be drawing to a conclusion.

"Miss Christine, your first performance was of middling accomplishment, and obviously needs improvement. Now, you will be required to complete a short test to measure your comprehension and absorption of the material just covered. I will read a passage and you must then type it. During this test you will, of course, be checked for accuracy and speed. Any errors you make will be totalled and paid for at the end of the test. In the future you will be required to complete tests under much more severe conditions. The test will begin in thirty seconds!"

I shivered with trepidation at her comments, then the face-plate covering my staring eyes, began to darken! I moaned haplessly with fear, a faceless prisoner inside the totally blackened helmet, staring terrified into the black depths once more ...

She began speaking slowly and at first I thought she was just preparing me for what was to come, but that impression disappeared with a series of pulsating shocks from the vaginal and the anal dildos, making me attempt to jerk my hands from the keyboard to my lap. I was frantic to tear at the steel locked over my loins, only to have my hands brought up short by the short chains connecting my wrist cuffs to the desk top. Her voice suddenly cut off then came back on.

"Kindly pay attention Miss Christine!" she snapped while I writhed in frenzied effort against my restraints, uttering gag-stifled screams from the intimate electrical torture. "I will begin again ..."

 

John

 

Christine sat rigidly erect in her chair; her face hidden beneath the gleaming silvery surface of the mask and hands scrabbling uselessly at the ends of their short tethers, attempting to get at the devices locked onto and into her body. As designed, the chains kept her hands inches away while she strove with desperate need, but of course she was prohibited from touching herself. Slowly she lifted them to position themselves above the keyboard and her fingers began to dance over it, at first hesitantly then faster and faster. She continued to jerk her head against the restriction of the too short, back-of-the-collar leash, still trying to free herself, but it prevented her from bending her head forward and the visual impact of the scene was compelling.

The being attached to the sturdy chair was obviously female; this denoted by the large breast cups, the skirt and the waves of golden hair cascading out from under the tight rubber neck-tube of the helmet. What was stunning though, was the plethora of hoses and wires attached to the female's most sensitive areas, and the manner in which she was held in place. Quite obviously, there was no escape for her and she had to do as she was ordered. Being under such pervasive control was a situation most young woman of her age would not be able to comprehend or withstand, but as my slave girl, she had no choice in the matter, and must needs submit or suffer for her rebellion.

At last the typing lesson ended and she sat quietly trembling; her hands still poised above the keys. I flicked on the wall speaker and listened to the computer voice ...

"Miss Christine, you surely must know that you did terribly! Your errors are a staggering eighty percent and your speed is far to slow! As a consequence, your correction will last for the next four minutes."

Christine immediately began to twist and jerk frantically against her restraints and her hands attempted to fly to her steel-encased breasts and pull away the torturing cups, then were once more snubbed short when they attempted to move towards her crotch to get at the torturing things locked within her loins, for these had also entered into the process of her correction. The collar leash had been shortened even more when her correction began, pulling her head back firmly into the padded rest, nearly immobilized, then she began twisting it back and forth in denial of what was being done to her body, silently pleading to stop her correctional discipline, but there was more to come. The portions of the chair holding her legs straightened slowly, then began to rise in front of the desk under the keyboard so that within a minute she was sitting with her legs pulled straight out. To add to her rapidly growing discomfort, they then gradually began to rotate to the sides, ever more thoroughly impaling her on the fearful invaders within her body! The movement continued until her legs had been dragged almost to a full, flat split, resulting in the crotch-piece and its evil, hidden, inner accoutrements being firmly clamped into her mound and up between her spread legs. Everything stopped moving. For a moment, she remained utterly still; even her chained hands arranged loosely on the desk, but then even this small freedom was denied when her Limiter chains were ratcheted into the arm rests of the chair! In seconds her wrists and forearms were securely clamped to the lightly padded platforms, but despite her fastenings she continued to pull and strain to free them. The rests began straightening and rotating upwards and back and only stopped their movement when she was sitting with her arms spread wide just below shoulder level, pulled slightly behind her, expanding her chest so that her breasts were thrust out vulnerably into their cups. She could barely twitch.

"As you can see, Miss Christine, your chair is quite talented," commented the Mistress' gloating voice, "Now, we shall proceed with your correction."

Held in this manner, Christine was permitted virtually no motion other than being able to breathe in panting and horrified gasps, then, when the discipline began to be applied, she vibrated violently against her multiple fastenings. I knew that beneath the sound-deadening helmet enclosing her head, she screamed madly for release or mercy, but the computer was inexorable and pitiless. It monitored her carefully, never applying a stimulus or set of stimuli that would cause her any real harm, but kept them at levels sufficiently high that she would do almost anything to escape its ministrations.

 

Christine

 

I thought I was going to be pulled apart when the chair started changing! The exercises I'd been forced to endure had certainly improved my flexibility, but this was pushing my limits to places I didn't want to go! When everything stopped happening I could do nothing more than take shallow, gasping breaths, but the tight mask forced air into my lungs while I sat trembling and impaled feeling horribly vulnerable, spread on the awful thing like a pinned moth. In my crotch, the cover-plate pressed firmly onto the flesh around my pubic bone, then the vibrations began, deep within my belly. At first they were mildly annoying, but when the clitoral machine began its pulsing and teasing, pressed firmly into my sensory nexus, I began to experience the awakenings of orgasm. I naturally tried to moan, but the sound was too loud, and my collar and the anal dildo flashed a series of agonizing shocks through my captive flesh! I bit hard on the gag-pad, stifling the scream attempting to tear itself from my throat, but next, the dildo started writhing and I did scream from the incredible sensations, being so thoroughly and helplessly straddled upon it! The discomfort and misery of my situation was magnified ten-fold when it then began to withdraw, only to have an inevitable, deeply-thrusting re-insertion: the twisting shaft pistoning slowly, literally screwing itself into me! My leg muscles turned rock-hard while I fought to pull them from the grip of the restraining clamps and my arms thrummed from the strain of trying to jerk themselves free of their bindings, but this was only the prelude!

For what seemed like an eternity I had to sit and endure the mechanical abuse, unable to stop myself from becoming further aroused! My body betrayed me, demanding more pain and more pleasure, and all the while my sex streamed with lubrication ... then, the things clamped to my chest suddenly came alive and I wailed from the added stressful sensations. The inner donuts around the bases of each breast suddenly swelled, garrotting my large, firm, and again fluid-filled mounds, then came a painful, merciless squeezing by the inner, ribbed rubber envelope over them, far worse than any mammogram! It was agony! A moment later I felt milk begin to spurt from my nipples when the suckling of the vacuum began. My ring-punctured nipples lengthened automatically when the firm little lips latched onto them. Their sensitivity to these manipulations rose higher and higher with each gasping breath I took and although the squeezing action became a little less painful, I still had to bite down fiercely on the gag-pad to stop my impending screams and the disciplinary shocks they would cause me to suffer. Mindlessly, mentally, I pleaded and begged with every promise I could think of for my Master to release me from my terrible situation, but everything was blackness and silence, except for the subdued hissing of my panicky breathing. In the back of my mind a door from Hell had opened and I was drawn slowly within.

My pain tolerance seemed to escalate, but I was relentlessly pushed beyond even these raised limits, for suddenly, to my horror, the shockers too were activated! Everything else continued to happen and I opened my mouth as much as I could around the solid rubber plug, trying to voice a full-blooded scream, only to have it stopped by the speech inhibitor while it was being born. The electrical torture was administered to my breasts in gradually increasing doses until I thought I'd go mad from the painful, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, pulses and sequences. The base level of the shocks never decreased, but they were manipulated somehow so that they were desperately flesh-shuddering, and it kept getting worse and worse! In my crotch, the mechanical raping continued without hesitation or let-up, then the electrodes there were also activated! I automatically tried to cringe my belly away under its steel imprisonment; my abdominal muscles jerking and writhing of their own accord from the awful sensations! Through the haze of this discipline, the school Mistresses' voice came over my headphones while I spun erratically along the path to a mindless orgasm.

"Miss Christine! You have another two minutes of correction. You will then be released for lunch."

All I wanted was to escape what was happening to me! Right now!