I answered the ad with some trepidation. The job was
described as a "doctor's position with a private
foundation" and, needless to say, this left a lot of
details out.
After several screening calls and background checks, I
finally was invited to meet the director. Unusually, I
was directed to a small office downtown, rather than the
estate somewhere in the country. The offices were small
but well appointed. As I entered the reception room, a
young, attractive girl met me with a smile.
"You must be Doctor Linden," she said as she stood from
behind her desk and offered her hand. "My name is
Veronica. I'll ring you in."
I had an unfortunate habit of liking young ladies and
this one was no exception. She was a cute, young girl,
about twenty-one with a hard body and firm breasts. She
was wearing a very tight, short dress, made of a shiny
material, with an unusual set of jewelry. On her wrists
and ankles she had a set of matching silver cuffs.
Around her neck she wore a similar style choker.
I admired her lovely form for a moment, jealous that I
couldn't see more of her youthful, tight body. As she
stood she jingled provocatively. Veronica gestured to
the double doors across the reception area.
As I followed her to the door, I noticed another oddity
- she was wearing amazingly high heels. They appeared to
be at least seven inches, pushing her onto her toes. But
she moved with ease in them and I quickly put it out of
my head.
The dark wood environment of the inner office was
impressive at first sight. A tall handsome man
approached me as Veronica closed the doors.
"Very pleased to meet you, Doctor Linden. I am Jonathan
Markes. Please, make yourself comfortable." Mr. Markes
gestured to a comfortable chair. As I seated myself, he
gathered some files and joined me at the opposite seat.
"I don't want to waste your time, Doctor, so let me get
to the point. I am in need of a doctor to administer to
my clientele."
"Mr. Markes, though I am confident I am qualified for
the position, I have little information as to what type
of clientele you have."
"Yes, of course. First, let me explain something," he
pulled some papers from one of the file folders and
handed them to me. "We have done some checking on you,
prior to this visit. I know you may not find this
pleasant, but after I explain, I think you will
understand." Markes leaned forward in his chair.
"I run a service that takes young girls, runaways
largely, off the street and puts them to some use. Now,
I must emphasize, this is a voluntary training. All the
girls are either signed over by their parents if
underage or are at least 18 years old and have signed a
consent."
"That sounds like commendable work. But I don't
understand, Mr. Markes. What do you train them in?"
"Sexual slavery, Doctor Linden." My heart stopped as I
heard him speak those words. I could feel my jaw
dropping open and a flush come to my face. I wasn't sure
how to react, or if I should feel threatened. "Now,
before you react adversely, I must say that we know you
respond, in a dominant manner, to all forms of bondage
and discipline, as well as most forms of punishment." I
blushed now, unable to control my reaction.
"How do you know that?" I mumbled.
"That file in your lap. We paid for a most detailed
background on you over the past few weeks. We know your
interests and are aware of most, if not all of your
sexual experiences." It was Mr. Markes turn to be
confident. "We know that you have had several lesbian
experiences, and in nearly all of them have dominated
your partner."
I was embarrassed at his knowledge of my sex life. But I
couldn't deny it. I quickly paged through some of
information and found, at the back, a small collection
of pictures. I had attended a small party two weeks ago
and found a young girl as a play partner. I often found
it easy to attract women since I myself was fairly
attractive.
I was 28 years old, five foot ten, with long brown hair
and dark eyes. I kept in shape and wasn't afraid to show
off my generous breasts and firm ass. At this party, I
remember wearing a tight latex dress and knee high
boots. The young girl, perhaps 19, was an obvious
submissive. She was wearing a small leather bikini with
six inch pumps and had latched onto me quickly. Tia was
fairly new to the scene but had expressed an interest in
some pretty severe bondage.
I think she was eager to dive in, though she really had
no idea what she was getting into. After retiring to my
house, I had spent the night strapping her into several
tight positions. At first I had ordered her to strip
naked. She dropped the bikini to the floor with ease but
tried to cover herself as she stood in front of me. I
took a moment to admire her young body and large
breasts. I slipped behind her and laced a leather strap
around her elbows.
As I pulled them together, closer and closer, I watched
as her shoulders pulled back and her breasts pushed out.
She was quite flexible and her elbows touched with only
slight effort. I fixed the strap so it wouldn't slip
then pulled her wrists together as well.
As I walked around to her front, I could see she was a
little nervous at her bondage. She struggled to move her
arms but quickly found that they were completely
unusable. I slipped a thick leather collar around her
neck and attached a leash, leading her into my dungeon.
The house had a custom modification.
The two back rooms were merged and a hidden door was
added. From the outside it seemed as if the rooms didn't
exist. If somebody did a volume study of the house, they
would notice that there was too little space inside to
cover the view from the air. I reached above the molding
and touched a spot in a sequence of taps.
The soundproof door swung open. The dungeon was long,
with a iron bed on one end and a veritable torture
chamber at the other. If need be, I could take care of
any slave girl's needs for a long period of time without
having them leave the room. Tia followed me in quietly
until he eyes adjusted and then she jerked to a stop. I
could see her eyes cross over the selection of whips on
one wall and the suspension rigs at the other. I pulled
harder and led her into the torture end as the door shut
silently behind us.
I wanted to see how flexible young Tia was so I ordered
her to lay on her back on the bondage table. She climbed
up dutifully but shivered as she lay there. I told her
to sit up as I fitted a head harness on her. The leather
straps fit snug on her as the ball gag was forced
between her jaws. I had her sit on her knees, with her
lower legs doubled over, then forced her to lay back.
Straps were attached from the corners of the bed near
her head to her ankles, then a long strap connected from
a ring at the opposite end, under her body to the ring
at the top of her head harness. I attached this strap to
a crank and began turning, pulling her head backwards.
After a few minutes, I had her doubled back, her chest
forced out and her head nearly beneath her. She began
whimpering and crying as the straps got real tight,
removing any possibility of movement.
I honestly believed this was the first time she had been
truly bound. I produced a whip with hard rubber strands
and showed it to her. Tears sprang anew from her eyes,
running down her forehead. With no hesitation I began
whipping her large breasts and, I noticed with pleasure,
well shaved pussy. After half an hour I think she
fainted, though I couldn't tell from her body motion, or
lack of.
I admired the harsh red strips that covered her chest
and thighs, then ran smelling salts under her nose.
Before letting her go I inserted two large dildos into
her pussy and ass. Releasing her from her bondage, I
stretched a form fitting leather body suit over her. The
thick leather straps held her at ankle, above and below
the knee, while more straps doubled up her arm bondage
at wrist and elbow.
"I'm going to bind you tight, Tia. And I'm not going to
release you for a week. What do you think of that?" Her
eyes showed fear as I covered them with soft pads and
stretched a thick hood over her head. The laces pulled
it snug, muffling the small whimpers she was emitting.
The mouth strap forced the ball even deeper into her
mouth and locked into place while another blindfold
covered the pads over her eyes. I fitted a thick leather
posture collar around her neck, removing the remaining
motion from her body. I had her on a long table where
additional straps held her firmly to the table.
After leaving her like this for an hour I was getting
horny. I wanted to see how long she could take this
restricted position, but honestly, it was boring for me.
I vowed to devise a new strict bondage as I removed her
hood and gag and sat on her face.
She was slow in responding so I unlaced her suit around
her breasts, allowing them to leap out. They were large
orbs, forced out by her arm bondage and completely
vulnerable. I used a small cane to whip her breasts,
encouraging her to lick harder.
The pictures I held in my hand where of me sitting on
her face. I could not figure out how these photos were
taken but they had been. "Doctor Shaw," Mr. Markes
continued, "I take young girls and train them to service
their masters and mistresses. Sometimes they are quite
reluctant to participate, having been sent to us by
their parents who are fed up with their unruly children.
Others find it a release from responsibility, though we
do require our girls to work.
"Some girls change their mind and must be 'convinced' to
participate. Despite all this, we need a competent
doctor who can take care of various cuts and injuries.
We think you are the woman."
With that, Mr. Markes sat back in his chair, waiting for
a response. I was shocked, but also quite intrigued. I
had secretly hoped to find a job one day that involved
my interest in bondage. This seemed to be it. "Can I ask
a few questions?"
"Of course, Doctor Shaw."
"Would I need to commute to and from the estate?"
"No. We will provide you with accommodations. The
position is classified as a 40 hour week, but you will
be on call at all times. For this reason, we feel it
best you stay with us."
"What will some of my main responsibilities be?"
"Well, you will administer to any injuries as your
primary concern. You will also monitor the condition of
any girls in long term bondage."
I could feel the heat rise inside of me as I became
sexually excited. "What is long term bondage?"
We have several girls at any one time who are being
severely punished. This usually includes being either
bound in a thick leather suit in such a way that they
are completely immobile. Or it may be rubber. This may
go one for several days or even weeks, depending on the
level of punishment. We have two girls who have been
coated with a special latex compound that hardens when
dried. They have been hanging in the front foyer for
three weeks. We use electroshock therapy to keep their
muscles active and take care of needs through discrete
tubing."
I couldn't believe it. It was cruel yet I was excited by
it as well. "What other situations might I expect to
see?"
"You will be required to take care of various piercings
and, if you chose, administer some. We have a pony girl
stable that contains lifetime pony girls. These girls
usually spend their entire lives bound or chained in
various positions. We, of course, require girls to
perform sexually and will need to be checked regularly
for any damage from various sexual encounters. Finally,
we usually avoid any serious marks from whipping, but at
times we will need to truly punish a young lady. These
wounds will need to be monitored."
I was too excited for words. "Where do I sign?"
I realized quickly that I was not just considered a
doctor at the estate. The slave girls were required to
address me as mistress and, despite taking care of their
health needs, I could still participate in the training.
The young girl who had just entered stood in front of
me, her head bowed. She was a young blond, her hair
falling to her shoulders.
She wore the typical outfit of a resident here: A wide
stainless steel collar, and nothing else. After only a
short time here, it became clear that most of the girls
had their arms firmly fixed behind their backs. In
typical fashion, this one had steel bands at wrist,
below her elbows and above them. The wrist and below
elbow cuffs seemed welded together while the upper band
was connected by a short length of metal which appeared
to be drawn together by means of an inset hex nut.
Her shoulders were pulled back so severely she was
forced to push her chest out provocatively while holding
her back in a perfect posture. Her arms had been tied
like this, her chart said, for six months. At first it
had been amazing how the muscles could stand such stress
But shortly I learned of the training period that
conditioned each girl's shoulders and arms to withstand
such positions. Like most, this one had been trained
well. Many of the girls had no use of their arms for
years, though the muscles were kept in shape with
electro-therapy.
Like most of the girls here, this one was in top shape.
She was five foot six with a slim athletic figure and
largish breasts. Upon arrival at the estate, the girls
were coated with a salve that had been developed by Mr.
Markes. Placed on the body below the neck, it not only
removed all hair, but prevented any hair from re-
growing.
All the residents were hairless from the neck down. In
addition, once a girl had spent a week at the estate
they were marked with rings. Much like the others, this
girl had a thick clit ring, nipple rings and nose ring.
Unlike typical piercings, the nose ring was actually the
last component of a much more intricate setup.
A hole is punched into the septum. Then a carefully fit
plate is positioned on each side of the septum. An inset
hole matches the new piercing, clicking together to hold
the plates in place. Additional rivets are pierced
through smaller holes in the corner of the plates to
hold it in position. The ring could be removed, leaving
a useful and reinforced septum available for various
torments.
I lifted her chin and told her to open her mouth and
stick out her tongue. Her newest piercings, through her
tongue, had been healing nicely. Again in unique
fashion, two rows of four holes each are pierced through
the tongue lengthwise. Stainless steel grommets are fit
over the holes and locked into place.
The girl was nearly in tears. She knew that as soon as I
approved her tongue piercings, she would be sent into
pony training. The bit she would wear would attach to
the grommets now pierced through her tongue. The bit fit
between her teeth while a steel plate slipped along the
top of the pony girl's tongue. Rivets would connect the
metal to the tongue, removing any ability to speak. I
couldn't wait to see her body in pony gear. She would be
an excellent addition to the stable.
The next girl was led into the room by her mistress.
This girl was a rubber slave. She was covered head to
toe in a latex body suit. The new latex Mr. Markes had
developed allowed the skin to breath and thus could be
worn for indefinite periods of time. She was a
statuesque women in her black rubber outfit. She moved
slowly into the room, taking small steps. I admired her
ability on her ballet point boots, considering she had
only started wearing them the last few weeks.
Though shoe training was common for many of the slaves,
for the most unruly, we liked to place them in as much
discomfort as possible. This girl, named Tasha, had been
a runaway. She fought her trainers for the first three
days when they finally assigned her as a rubber slave.
Her head was shaved, with a less potent salve rubbed
onto her scalp. Hair would not grow on her head for at
least two years, perfect for rubber training.
Though she had been fitted with a custom, form fitting
latex suit she had not completely responded to training
until she had been forced into toe shoes. The only part
of her original skin I could see were her eyes, and the
pain they showed told me how well the training was
going. The shoes were not made of typical leather.
Rather than a snub nose, these shoes were nearly as
pointed at the toe as they were at the heel, forcing the
toes into an extremely uncomfortable position. Steel
bands were wrenched over the foot, trapping them into a
form fitting prison. To keep steps short, a short three
inch rod held her ankles together. The rubber suit had
been wrapped and creased into every part of her body.
I had suggested a unique modification by removing her
rings prior to the suit application, then reapplying
them from the outside. The perfectly shined latex set
off the shiny steel of the rings. She was fully gagged
with a blow up rubber gag, then a wide band pulled
across the outside and locked on.
"I think we can take her arms to stage two," her
mistress said.
"She passed her flexibility tests?" I asked. Her
mistress nodded so I asked her to position the girl in
the middle of the room. I lowered a chain and attached
it to her nose ring as her mistress attached her ankles
to the floor with a tight cable. As I turned the winch,
I watched as the slack left the chain and pulled her
chin up.
My cruel side gave the crank and extra turn, putting
some strain on her septum and eliciting a moan from the
slave. I moved behind her and, with a custom wrench,
removed the bolts that held the bands around her arms.
Though it had been months since she had been able to use
her arms, she knew better than to lift them. She lowered
them carefully to her sides. Her mistress replaced her
leather collar with a wide steel posture collar.
I fed a wire cable through the ring at the back of the
collar and down to her waist level. Her mistress had
attached her wrists together behind her back and I fixed
the cable to the middle ring between the cuffs and
bolted it in place. I turned another winch and began
pulling the cable through her collar ring, pulling her
wrists up her back. It took little time to invert her
arms, her wrists higher than her elbows.
It was the final few turns that caused tears to flow
from the slave girl's eyes and down her latex covered
cheeks. Her wrists were about six inches from touching
the back of her collar, but we weren't done yet. I
showed the slave a wide steel band with cuffs on each
end. I was sure she knew what this device was for as a
low whimper escaped her bondage. I attached the cuffs to
her arms just above her elbows.
A small crank fitted to a hole in the middle of the band
and I turned it, slowly pulling her elbows closer. As I
did this, her mistress turned the other crank, pulling
her wrists higher. As her fingers reached the back of
her collar we both stopped. The cable was locked off to
the back of the collar and I removed the steel band. I
loved this look. From the front, the slave girl could
not help but force her chest out. The bondage was very
sexy and quite extreme, something I was learning I
loved.
"She has such beautiful breasts," I commented to her
mistress, "But the latex crushes them so much. What
would you think of banding them?"
"That would be great!" She smiled and gave her young
slave a pat on the ass. "This one is quite unruly, but a
lot of fun to torture!"
With her shoulders pulled back so hard, it was east to
access her tits. I attached a set of cables to her
nipple rings, and connected them to the ends of a small
bar. Attaching the bar to a winch, we turned until her
latex covered breasts were pulled out like cones.
This, of course, only added to the slave girl's
discomfort, but we didn't care, we were having fun. I
pulled out a set of two inch wide bands that, at first,
looked too small in circumference. I could see the
slave's eyes go wide as she realized what they were.
They were stainless steel bands that would circle the
base of her breasts, helping them to stand out from the
chest. The unpleasant part was the small spikes that
ringed the inside of the steel.
I made sure the surgical steel was sterile and slipped
one around. As I closed it, the spikes sank through the
latex and into the base of her breasts. Tasha howled
behind the heavy rubber gag. The two ends were forced
together until they merged seamlessly with a small set
of rivets. The second one was placed on and the winch
was released. Her breasts were held out from her chests
proudly.
Her mistress was pleased. "I love that look. It makes
her look like she does naked." She pulled out several
pictures of the girl prior to training. She was posing
for the camera in panties, obviously for her boyfriend.
She was beautiful and young, an innocent face.
I took one of the pictures and held it up so the slave
girl could see it. "This is what you used to be, little
one. Now you are ours to punish." Tears flowed anew from
her eyes and she realized her fate. We released her nose
chain and I watched as her mistress led her away.
I loved the little perks I received as head doctor. The
food was great, the grounds were exquisite and I had
amazing freedom for a full time job. I also had several
personal slave girls. As I walked in to my guest house
for the evening, I found the place immaculate as usual
and one of the slaves on her knees at the door.
I insisted that each girl have use of her arms for house
tasks, as well as various fondling I may require. This
didn't prevent me from punishment at times. One of the
girls had recently broken an expensive dish I had
received from Mr. Markes as a welcome gift. That slave
girl was spending several weeks as my puppy, covered in
a tight rubber suit that forced her legs and arms to
double up on themselves. Straps held her ankles to her
thighs and her wrists to her upper arms.
Small pads were attached to her knees and elbows and a
thick leather hood covered her head. Welding goggles
covered her eyes, reducing her eyesight to a limited
range. A thick posture collar wrapped around her neck,
pushing her chin up hard, forcing her to face forward.
She spent most of her time in the dog house out back, or
whimpering at the back door. I had attached a special
gag to her head that, with a set of metal clamps
connected to her tongue, reduced her ability to talk,
allowing only dog like sounds.
The other girls remained naked, with the exception of
steel cuffs on ankles and wrists. Short chains connected
these together. I loved the look of a young girl, naked
but for these chains and the rings that adorned their
bodies.
I stepped into the house and closed the door. As soon as
it closed, the slave girl there slipped off my shoes and
proceeded to kiss them. When she was finished I stepped
into the side room to check on Tia. Since that first
night, I had kept Tia as my pet. She was on her own and
looking for work when we first met and she never
complained when I didn't release her from bondage.
Well, she complained, but never truly wanted to leave.
She proclaimed early on that she didn't like being in
total bondage so, of course, I took every opportunity to
put her in just that. Currently, she had spent the day
in heavy corset training. She was still hanging in the
side room, her wrists chained to overhead cables. Her
legs were strapped together at ankle above and below
knee.
A thick cable attached to her ankle cuffs and connected
to the floor, pulled so taught that her body had little
ability to move. I had put her in a heavy hood that
morning, lacing the four layer leather over her face
until she had a shiny globe on her shoulders. Two small
tubes were all that marred the smooth surface, allowing
her to breath. I had stuffed her mouth with a sponge-
like substance that slowly expanded as she provided more
saliva.
By now, her jaws must be forced hard against the tight
leather. I had placed earplugs and eye covers on her to
keep her focusing on the point of the bondage. A heavy
corset was strapped on her. Extending from her breasts
to mid thigh, the heavily boned leather corset was
designed to close over a 20 inch waist.
Though Tia was quite shapely, she had started this
morning with a 26 inch waist. Upon application earlier
in the day, there was a huge gap between the two ends. I
had laced it as tight as I could, then attached a small
bucket at the end of the laces and let it dangle just
below her ass. I placed a small tube into the bucket and
allowed a drop of water to fall in each few seconds. As
I returned now, I noticed the bucket was nearly full,
and no longer rested just below her ass.
It had sunk to her knees and the back of the corset,
with the full weight of the bucket pulling on the laces,
was completely closed. I stood closer and could hear Tia
breathing in short breaths from the strain on her chest
but I couldn't but help admiring her with a small waist.
Her large breasts, now pierced with shiny new rings were
set off by the snug look of the leather.
I decided to enjoy dinner, then release Tia from her
suspension and find new ways to torment her.
As I walked out of the room and away from my favorite
slave, I smiled in satisfaction. Giving the leash to a
young blonde slave a yank and watching her stumble to
follow, I sauntered off to the kitchen.
The End