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Chapter 2
The Heeling Begins
Meyer:
The following morning I compared notes with Kerry. Both girls were at roughly the same stage of their training. My subject needed a little time to adjust her attitude. I had detected a lot of rage in her tone of voice. Two days in darkness usually quelled this behavior. I’d let one of my assistants keep her company and make sure her needs were met.
Kerry’s girl seemed to be quite docile. She was actually ready to move on to her dressed stage. I hadn’t done a puppy in three months so I convinced my sister to step aside and let me handle things for the day. She’d have fun later with her, I was sure.
“Dina? Are you awake yet?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “Who are you?”
“I’m just another trainer. Are you hungry? Do you need a drink?”
“I don’t have anything left to trade,” she said.
“That’s OK. This meal is on the house. Go to the cubicle. There are two egg sandwiches and a cup of orange juice. Take your time. There’s no need to rush,” I said in a calm and relaxed voice.
I allowed her to eat her meal. She ate quickly but I didn’t protest. She finished the meal quickly then returned to the carpet as if it were her security blanket. Her walk was awkward due to the darkness but she was no longer covering herself. She must be getting used to the nudity for she surely knew we were watching her.
I turned on the light over the cage and let her use the toilet. She obviously was used to the routine by now. When she was done she expertly plopped her butt on the lid and slammed it closed. Automatically the door opened. She again returned to the center of the room.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“I’m really scared,” she replied with a trembling voice. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Dina, understand that there will be some things we’ll do to you that are going to hurt a little. But we’re not going to do anything to you that would cause you to scream or suffer for long periods of time. Most of your discomfort will be due to confinement.”
“What do you mean by that? What sort of confinement?”
“We’ll cross that bridge in a little while.”
“So what happens now?”
“Would you like to get out of that room?”
“Yes, Sir. I really don’t like the dark.”
“I can understand that. Being in a dark room for as long as you have must be horrible. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll send in some clothes. Once you’re fully dressed I’ll let you out. Sound like a deal?”
“OK.”
“There’s one catch though. You have to put on everything I send in to you.”
“What’s so horrible about that? Are you going to make me dress like a hooker or something like that?”
“No, but some of the items I’m going to make you wear will frighten you.”
“How?” she asked with anxiety plainly showing in her voice.
“I’m going to make you wear a collar and a leather mask. Do you think you could wear them?”
“You mean like a bandit’s mask? Like the Lone Ranger?”
“No. This is a full hood that will enclose your head.”
“Why do you want me to wear that?”
“We make all our girls wear them. It makes training go faster.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will in time, Dear. If you want to be taken out of the room you’ll have to wear it.”
She stared at the ceiling for a moment trying to decide if it were better to have her head enclosed in leather or stay naked in the darkness. “OK. I’ll do whatever you say.”
I pressed a button on the console and brought up the lights. I kept the illumination low because she had been in darkness for at least sixteen hours. I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. Another button allowed a bench to extend from the wall. “Look at the wall to the right of the bench,” I directed her. There’s a niche there with some items for you to wear. Take everything out and lay it on the floor near the bench. OK?”
“Yes sir,” she replied.
I watched as she took each item out of the recess in the wall. There was quite an assortment. The items included boots, a leather bodice, gloves, a collar, a leather hood, and a rubber ball. She looked strangely at the rubber ball, not knowing what it was for.
Once everything was out of the cubicle I told her to put on the bodice. It was essentially a front-buckle corset with shoulder straps. She didn’t have much problem wrapping it around her waist and settling it on her abdomen. She was obviously disturbed that her nipples would not slip under the cups. I was impressed how well her breasts sat up though. The item fit reasonably well. It wasn’t a custom corset though. We’d have to wait a few weeks for that to arrive.
“OK, very nice. Now put on the collar. The buckle goes in the back. Be careful with your hair. Don’t get it caught.”
She must have become a little more comfortable since she put on the corset because she didn’t have any problem with the collar. It fit tight against her throat, just like it was supposed to. The red leather against her pale skin was amazing to look at.
“Use the bench to put the boots on. The zippers go on the inseam. Watch your step when you put them on. They have pointed toes and eight inch heels. If you want to try and stand in them, please be careful.”
“How am I supposed to walk in these?” she said loudly.
“You aren’t. You’re expected to crawl.”
Her eyes opened wide for a moment. Then she shrugged her shoulders and put the kinky footwear on. She did stand up. “My God!” she said before nearly losing her balance. She decided it was better to get on her knees. “I’ve never worn heels like this.”
“Few women have. OK. The only things left are the hood and the gloves. The hood is next. Whenever you’re ready…”
She looked at the supple leather. It looked small for her head. I thought she was going to protest but instead she put it on her head and adjusted it so she could see out the eye holes. “Pull the zipper down all the way. The back edges are elastic so it will fit nice and tight to your skin.”
As I watched her face seemed to to emerge from the black leather. First her nose and then her cheeks formed. Finally her chin and jaw formed out of the black patent leather. “That wasn’t so bad. Was it?” I offered.
“I don’t’ like it,” she said. “Can I please take it off?”
“I’m afraid not. But you’re almost done. Let me help you with the gloves. I’ll be right in.”
I brought the lights up full and unlocked the iron door. I found her kneeling next to the remaining items. She silently faced me, the zipper across her lips shining in the florescent lights. “Are you OK?” I asked as I dropped to one knee.
She nodded silently. “I’m OK. What happens now?”
“I need to put these gloves on you.”
“I can put them on,” she said as she grabbed one and looked at the leather tube carefully. “These don’t have any fingers,” she said suddenly. “They’re mittens!”
“I know. Let’s get them on.”
“Whatever,” she said resignedly as she held out her right arm.
The glove went well past her elbow. The fingers slipped into padded slots inside the mitten. This allowed her some movement in her fingers but prevented them from being used otherwise. She just sat on her heels as I pulled the zipper up to her shoulder. She didn’t resist as I put the other glove on her. Now she was helpless.
“Put your hands on the floor in front of you,” I ordered.
When she did as I asked she looked like a sitting dog. “Good girl,” I said. “Now hold still. Let me check everything.”
I slid over to her right and grabbed the red ball. The hood’s zipper wasn’t all the way down. I gave it a little tug and the last bit of slack was pulled out of the hood. She grunted. The boots and the corset looked good. She had buckled the corset tight and the zippers on both boots were at their limits.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she cried.
“I’m not going to hurt you. OK? I just need to do one more thing,” I said as I grabbed the zipper running across her mouth. With the zipper open I brought the red ball to her lips.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“It goes in your mouth.”
“What?”
“I can’t let you speak to the other girls. It’s not allowed. I have to put this in your mouth. Now open wide.”
“No, please!” she cried.
“You want to leave the room, right?”
“Yes. But you don’t need to do that. I’ll be quiet. I won’t say a word. I promise.”
“I know you won’t. But I don’t have any choice. You have to hold the ball in your mouth. I’m sorry. Now come on. You promised to do as you were told.”
“Oh,” she whimpered as she opened her mouth wide.
The ball slipped between her teeth with some difficulty. It was shiny but somewhat soft. It would fill her mouth cavity but compress with a fair amount of pressure. She wouldn’t have any problem closing her mouth. I ordered her to close her mouth firmly and bite down. When she did I closed the zipper. The hood held her jaw almost fully closed at that point. She was incapable of speech.
I next took out a leash. This wasn’t your ordinary leash. It had an electrical cable attached to it. Once I clipped it to the back of her collar I had an effective shocking device which I was certain she would need. The incentive of the shock collar was needed for the most difficult girls. I thought that while she was cooperative at this time that later she’d freeze due to gross fear. The collar would get her moving again.
I demonstrated the collar on her. “Mmmmpphhh!” she screamed through her gag.
“I want you to obey me now. If you don’t, that will be your reward. Now, get on all fours and follow me behind my left foot. When we stop, sit on your butt and keep your hands on the floor.” I jabbed the shock button again and heard her moan once more.
“Heel!” I commanded of our newest puppy. I think she suddenly realized her new role because I heard her whimpering as we started to walk out of the room. It was all part of the process so I let her cry. As long as she learned to obey it didn’t matter whether she cried, laughed, or barked like a dog. As long as she followed my orders she would progress as expected.
I ran into Kerry in the hall. “She’s adorable. Are you taking her down to the kennel right away or did you get lucky with the prep room guys?”
“I couldn’t get an appointment till this afternoon. She’ll have to sit in her cage till then. Shouldn’t be a problem,” I said as I noticed her still on all fours. I punched the button to give her a quick jolt. “Sit!” I said sternly. She immediately dropped to her haunches.
“The crew’s been busy. I heard that the B-team brought in four bitches yesterday too. C, D, and E teams brought in six each. The staff is getting overwhelmed.”
“I know. We’re getting ten new trainers tomorrow. The export business is booming from what I heard. I’m glad they’re giving us the personnel. We’ve been asking for them for months. Anyway, I want to check on the pony. Would you get her checked in?”
“Sure,” Kerry said as she took the leash. “Heel!” she commanded. I watched them walk away. She would make an excellent puppy for someone.
Dina:
What were they going to do with me? They were treating me like a dog! My God! Now that woman had my leash. I have a leash. I trusted that guy. He said he wasn’t going to hurt me. Instead he connected the leash to my collar and sent a horrible shock into my neck. It hurt! Please, why did this happen to me?
“Heel,” she said, jabbing me with a short shock. She really was going to treat me like a dog. I had no alternative except to obey. I got off my butt and got behind her left foot. She led me down the hall until we reached a glass partition. As I watched from below the woman showed an ID card and was allowed to pass, dragging me along.
“You have to learn to sit when we stop,” she said without looking at me. I had no ability to reply with my mouth stuffed with this rubber ball. I was grateful that the ball wasn’t firm. It squashed easily in my mouth. But it was big and filled the entire cavity. I had absolutely no ability to make legible sounds. All I could do was grunt.
We walked down another corridor and finally came to one last security station. When we stopped, I sat like a dog. I hated it. “Good girl,” she said as she presented her security pass to the guard. When the door opened we found ourselves outside in a grassy area. “This way,” she said.
The sight I beheld in front of me was something I could never imagine in my wildest nightmares. For as far as the eye could see there were women marching along concrete paths. Each girl had her arms bound behind her. They all wore high heeled boots and kinky outfit. They all looked like horses. They even had tails and bridles.
I watched the girls trot slowly around the paths. They lifted their knees high. What stunned me was the fact that there wasn’t anyone around them. It was as if they were doing it of their own volition. But I knew that wasn’t the case. Something just told me that they were not doing this voluntarily.
We eventually made it to the other side of the compound. We began running into other crawling girls. They too crawled behind their trainer. Some girls crawled without a leash attached, obediently following the person in obvious control of them. It made me wonder why they would do so willingly. I guessed they were so cowed from being tortured that they had given up hope. The outfits didn’t lend themselves to moving very quickly either.
It suddenly realized that the crawling girls were all wearing tails. It dawned on me that since they had me in a similar outfit that they’d make me wear one soon too. I figured they had some sort of ass plug with hair on it. But then I noticed something strange about their tails. Some were actually wagging them. No, it wasn’t from the motion of their asses. The movement was independent of the rest of their body. They actually had grown tails! And soon I’d have one just like it. I was going to become a dog!
Chapter 3
A Bit of Leather
Kerry:
Our newest pony had been stewing for two days now. We gave her simple cheese sandwiches, some bread pudding, and water. After two days in complete darkness and total nudity she was softening. I’m sure she was tiring of our game.
I supervised her training during the next two days. Arnie had some business at the Capitol so he left me in charge. He’d be back today.
I kept him up to date by phone while he was away. Our new pet was safely in her cage. The original visit had to be cancelled due to the large influx of bitches. The backlog at the vet’s office was exceptionally long. It was very tough to get her an appointment but I did get her scheduled for early tomorrow. In the meantime she was going to be fed and put in a dog run to let her stretch her legs and get used to the idea of crawling around. She was pretty scared but I had seen many girls pass through the same process before. She wasn’t exhibiting any behavior that we’d consider unusual.
She was a very cute puppy. I had worked the kennel for two years before moving to the HAAC. I had a good friend there who happened to be a supervisor. Joan Alder gave me permission to take on some of her training personally. I was looking forward to it.
I took a more careful look at the puppy’s records, her pedigree as we called it. She had lived in the poorest section of town working various small shops and restaurants. She never had a job making very much money. She had no children. She had a boyfriend. The surveillance reports indicated that they argued a lot. According to the reports she often initiated the arguments. That could indicate trouble down the road once she became accustomed to her new role. That attitude problem might emerge then. Well, it’s not like I haven’t see that before.
Checking in on our pony she was sitting on the carpet this morning waiting for her next meal. We had the little carpet light on. She seemed to be getting comfortable with the darkness. Well, I didn’t want her to be comfortable. So I dropped the temperature to 68 degrees. In an hour or two she’d be complaining about the cold. It would give her incentive to put on our special outfit.
It didn’t take long before she started complaining. “Hey, it’s cold. Did someone turn off the heat?” she asked as she curled up into a fetal position. “Please! I’m naked. It’s cold!” she yelled.
I let her sit without an answer. “Let her shiver a while,” I thought. She would be better prepared when my brother took over. He’d be the one to get her into her outfit. I liked to watch him work. He had this wonderful voice that seemed to cajole the most resistant minds to do as he pleased.
I went out for lunch leaving a technician to watch her vital signs. I left specific orders not to respond to her needs. She was not allowed to do anything other than go to the bathroom. I also ordered him to taint the water with a fast acting but tasteless laxative. Once that was consumed he was to provide her with full access to the toilet. We didn’t want our carpet soiled!
An hour later I returned to find our pony sitting on the toilet shivering. She had made four trips to the toilet. In addition she had consumed four untainted glasses of water. The laxative was formulated in such a way to enhance her desire for water. This was needed to flush out the remaining material and keep her from becoming dehydrated. She was past the worst of it. In another hour she’d be ready for dressing.
But I wanted to give her a little something to think about. “Honey, how are you doing?” I asked as she emerged from the dimly lit toilet cage.
“About fucking time!” she yelled. “It’s cold!”
“I’m sorry. We had a problem with the heat. I’ll tell you what. I ordered some nice clothes for you. They should be here in a little while. Maybe we can get you out of that room. Would you like that?”
“You’re going to let me out? I’ll do anything. Please!”
“OK. Now there’s a catch,” I said.
“I’m listening,” she said as if expecting it.
“The clothes were going to have you wear are a little restrictive.”
“How restrictive?”
“If I told you now I’d spoil the surprise. I’ll see if I can do anything about the heat. I’ll see you in a little while,” I said before turning off the sound and dropping the temperature to 55 degrees Fahrenheit. I watched the monitor as she began screaming in the dark expletives I’d best not describe.
I called Arnold and told him that she’d be ready in half an hour. With the temperature so low I didn’t think we should wait much longer than that before we got her dressed. We wanted her just strong enough to comply. Balancing our objectives was a difficult operation. But I had years of practice in the area.
My brother appeared promptly a half hour later. “How’s she doing?” he asked.
“Soft and pliable,” I replied. “I think she’d wear a suit of barbed wire to get out of that room.”
Arnold ignored me and went immediately to the console. He checked the monitor and found her huddled in the fetal position shivering silently. Checking the thermal imaging camera he found her skin temperature was near the critical stage. “Warm her up. You better turn on the blowers too. She’s a little colder than I’m comfortable with.”
“Consider it done. I didn’t take into account that she was quite so susceptible.”
“Cleo? Can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes,” the girl replied through chattering teeth.
“We’re going to pump some warm air into there. Just stay on the carpet. We just got the heater fixed.”
“Can’t you just let me out?”
“Not yet. We’ll do that after you’re dressed.”
“OK,” she replied. She was indeed softened.
As the warm air blew down on her body she became more responsive. She sat upright and tried to garner some heat out of the small red light at the center of the carpet. That was fruitless since the light was an LED.
“Cleo,” he then asked. “My sister says you agreed to dress in the clothes we have. Is that true?”
“Yes, Sir. Anything to get out of this room. I don’t care anymore. I’m tired and scared. Please, just tell me what you want.”
“It’s not going to be that bad, Honey. Shade your eyes. We’re going to turn the lights on.”
As she covered her eyes I increased the lighting to 75%. The room was fairly bright but she would adapt to the intensity quickly. “Is that OK?” he asked.
“It’s a little bright,” she said.
“Give yourself some time to get used to it. The lights will help warm the room.”
She blinked a little for a minute or two then pulled her hands away from her face. “OK?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she responded.
“I’m turning on the toilet light. Go over and empty yourself as best as you can. You won’t have an opportunity to go to the bathroom for the next four hours.”
She went to the toilet and locked herself in as she had done several times before over the past few days. She only needed to empty her bladder. Her other issues were taken care of by the laxative. When she emerged she stood and stared at the ceiling, noticing the darkened globes that held the low light cameras.
I pressed a button and a large door opened in the wall. Her complete outfit was in there. Arnold gave her instructions: “Go to the cubicle and pull everything out. Put it all on the floor. Don’t be afraid of the items. Nothing you’ll wear will hurt you.”
She immediately noticed that everything was made of red leather. All the gear looked kinky. It was obvious to her that she wouldn’t be wearing normal street clothes. This was going to be a very unusual dressing session.
She began by grabbing the long boots, looking at them curiously. She noted the six inch heels, staring at them with open mouth. “Lay them on the floor,” he reminded her.
She took out some leather gloves, a thick collar, a corset, a belt, several sealed black plastic bags of differing sizes, and a leather mask. She didn’t waste time staring at them. She just did as she was told. We knew from previous studies that she knew she was in for some frightening bondage but she felt that being in bondage was better than the isolation treatment she had been going through.
“Cleo, we’re going to start with the toughest part of the ordeal. After you get past that you’ll be able to handle the rest of the apparel much easier. OK?” he asked.
“OK.”
“Do you see the small plastic bag? Open it. You’ll find a thick black rubber band. Use it to form your hair into a ponytail. Make sure the ponytail goes high on your head.”
I watched as she complied. This part wasn’t difficult. It was the next part that was going to cause her problems.
“OK,” she said as she finished.
“Very good, Cleo. Now comes the difficult part. You have to put the mask on your head. Have you ever worn a leather mask before?”
“No.” she replied.
“It’s not that bad, really. Just make sure your hair goes through the hole in the top. Then just pull the zipper down. Go ahead. It’s not that bad.”
She took the mask in her hand, holding it like it was radioactive. “Why do I have to wear this?” she asked.
“It will make it easier to control you,” he explained.
“Control me?” she said, struggling to get the words out.
“Yes,” he replied. “You agreed to wear whatever we give you.”
Her face turned into a frown. She was obviously on the verge of tears. She turned the mask over and looked at the inside. She brought it up to her face and froze for a second. I could see tears run down her cheeks just before she pressed the mask to her face. I saw her pull her hair through the top hole. “Good girl,” he praised. “Now, just pull down the zipper.”
Her exercise in self bondage seemed to be an initial success. Her head was now encased in leather; I could see her sad eyes from a close-up from one of the cameras. Her mouth was free for the moment as there was no zipper in the mouth of hood. We kept the opening clear to accommodate the bit.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“I guess so. It’s tight.”
“It’s supposed to be. There’s an elastic strip along the back of the hood. If it were loose it would be uncomfortable. Is it lined up with your eyes OK?”
“Yes.”
“Can you breathe through your nose?”
She sniffed a bit. “Yes,” she responded.
“It’s not really that bad, is it?” he asked.
“I guess not.”
“OK. Put the corset on next. It buckles in front.”
We watched her struggle with the outfit. It was a temporary rig. Once we had her subdued we’d dress her properly with a true leather corset with back lacing. This outfit was designed to be put on without assistance. It was adequate and looked pretty good. As she finished buckling the last of the six straps I was immediately impressed by the lay of her breasts. The corset’s cups lifted them proudly. I watched her try to tuck her nipples under the fabric. I knew that a few bounces would pop them right out so we didn’t bother with it.
“The bra is too small. I’ll pop out,” she said.
“We know,” he replied.
“Somehow I knew that you did. OK, what’s next?” Her confidence level was rising. She no longer seemed to fear the outfit. That was both good and bad. We wanted to keep a certain level of fear in her to maintain control. But cooperation was needed too. I thought things were going quite well.
“Put on the boots,” he said. I pressed a button that extended a small bench for her to sit on. “Use the bench. Be careful when you stand up. The heels take a little getting used to.”
As we watched she slipped the boots on. They extended to the top of her inseam. As with the leather hood the zipper was lined with elastic fabric to pull the leather tight. There were open eyelets along the front of each boot.
“Take the blue bag,” he said. “Tear it open and put on the laces.”
It was hard to kneel in the boots. The leather was new and stiff. But she manages to get to her knees and retrieve the blue bag. Inside was a pair of gold nylon laces. She toppled over as she tried to stand up and instead crawled over to the bench and used it to help herself back to her seat. The laces didn’t give her any trouble.
“You’re doing great,” he said. “Almost done. Put the belt on. Then take the collar and the gloves over to the carpet. Go ahead and put the collar on. Make sure it sits correctly and is comfortable. The edges are all coped so it shouldn’t bite.”
We watched as she put the belt on first. It buckled over the corset. We then watched her struggle somewhat as she wrapped the collar around her own neck. There were three buckles. With all the restrictive clothing, especially the collar, it was hard to reach the tangs on the buckles. The first one was the hardest. When the leather slipped into the hasp I knew she would not have much trouble finishing.
“The last step for you is the gloves. Go ahead and put them on. Be careful of the Velcro,” he warned her.
Unlike the other items the gloves were made of heavy nylon. On each palm was Velcro. Arnold ordered her to kneel, facing away from the door. “Put your hands behind your back and press your palms together.”
Once she had done that we had her. We opened the door and as we had done countless times before retrieved the last two bags. One bag was quite large. Arnold ripped it open to reveal a red leather armbinder. “You did very well,” he said to her as she knelt with her back to him. She didn’t even resist as he slipped it on her. Once it was slid all the way up her arms, he crossed the straps in front of her. Now she was truly helpless.
I held the last accoutrement. “Open your mouth,” I said as I easily slid the spoon bit in place. She didn’t put up even the slightest fuss when I began buckling the bridle about her head. She was ready for the stables.
“Don’t worry, Honey,” I said to her. “Just go along with it. It’s just a costume.”
She couldn’t talk but I heard her whimpering behind the bit. A wide brass wedge protruded from her lips while their corners were pulled back sharply by the tension of the bridle. I knew it was rough for her. I also knew that her psychological profile told us that she adapted well to situations and she’d eventually be troublesome. I had already briefed the stable crew. Of course, she wore a red outfit to designate her as a HAAC resident. So that in itself was a clue to her attitude.
Arnold helped her to her feet and attached a leash to her collar. “Just follow us,” he said. “Kerry will help you get used to the heels. Try and keep your weight on the soles. The boots are designed that way. Stay off your heels or you’ll fall.” I watched her nod as I put my arm around her and helped Arnie lead her toward the door.
“Take her to Charlie,” I told him. “I got the prep guys to squeeze her in.”
“Now?”
“Yes. I called him and asked if there was anything available. Told me that one of his appointments caused some problems and couldn’t make it.”
“No need to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“You trying to be funny?” I said with a smile on my face. It was a dumb joke!