About slave Allison. Part 2.
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“I hope that Judy took good care of you last night and you had a lovely time on your last night of freedom” she paused, “no doubt you have a few questions - they usually do”
I just sat there stunned by her words. She continued “Judy is my representative in your area and is always on the lookout for ideal candidates for me. She has sent good reports of your suitability, you are fairly slim, your make up skills are excellent and you are able to display a high degree of femininity, just what our clients require. I have seen pictures of you dressed up and I like your style. I know that you are wondering what is going on, so I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. I run an organization called “Women for Women”, we supply transvestite sex-slaves to sophisticated ladies, you know high-powered business women who do not have a lot of time to socialize, so we provide their entertainment”
I could not believe what I was hearing and knew that I had to escape somehow but Sandra was ahead of me. “We have already measured you for your slave and wall chains as well as your uniform and I think that it is time that you were prepared”. With that she pressed a buzzer on her desk and I heard a door open behind me. Two women dressed in black track suits came and stood at each side of my chair and before I knew what had happened they had pulled me and the chair on its casters through the door and into another room – a place that was totally different to the plush surroundings that I had just been in. The floor was concrete and the walls were whitewashed brick, along one side was a workbench and hanging from one of the walls were yards and yards of chain. The two women were joined by another two and the four of them manoeuvred the chair to the bench, untied and ungagged me, and then set about removing the gorgeous clothing that I still wore from the night before. “You won’t be needing this any more” one of them said as I watched my black sequinned dress disappear into a rubbish bin. I never did find out what the women’s names were or what Sandra called them. I just knew that they carried out her orders to the letter and enjoyed every minute of it!
They padlocked chains to my wrists and, using a pulley block, raised me out of the chair and suspended me from the ceiling with my feet just off the floor. I was utterly helpless in this position and they had no problem in totally undressing me. I was pleasantly surprised to find that throughout the ordeal my false breasts were still firmly glued in place as they fitted a shiny black PVC corset around my body,
My legs were inserted into a pair of gorgeous black satin and lace panties, black fishnet stockings were attached to the suspenders and then finally my legs were clad in shiny black patent leather thigh boots. I must admit that I have used corsets many times in the past to give me a lovely thin waist but I nearly passed out when they put this one on me. I had never had one as tight as this.
Then came the devastating moment when I knew that I was totally within Sandra’s power. A 2 inch wide steel collar was placed tightly around my neck and sealed in place with two rivets. “That won’t come off in a hurry” they laughed. “we make sure that once a slave collar is on it NEVER comes off again.” Two large staples had been welded to the collar, one at the front and the other at the back and a chain was padlocked to the one at the front and fed through a ring on the wall. I was then lowered onto my 5in heels and before the chains were released from my wrists the chain to my neck collar was pulled so that I ended up with my face hard against the wall. They quickly completed my incarceration, long shiny black PVC gloves were slid up my arms, 2 inch shackles were locked on my wrists and another set of 2 inch steel shackles locked around my ankles.
. I was released from the chain holding my collar to the wall and was sat back down in the Directors Chair. I could now see that my wrists and ankles were each joined by about 1 foot lengths of chain and these chains were themselves connected to each other by another one of three foot or so. A large heavy disc was attached to the staple at the front of my steel collar and I could see that it had a number on and other writing that I found difficult to focus on and read.
I was wheeled back into the warmth of the office and steered to a dressing table that I had not noticed when I was previously in the room. One of them padlocked me to the table by my ankles and told me to tidy myself up and change my wig! There was a vast array of beautiful make up, a platinum blonde wig and an electric shaver. To say that I needed a shave was an understatement it must have been at least 18 hours since my face had seen a blade and I took great enjoyment in returning my face to the beautiful smoothness that it had been the night before. Despite my predicament I found the lure of the make-up just too much and once I got used to the inconvenience of the chains and shackles around my wrists, spent some very pleasant time in repairing my face and making it presentable.
I had just finished when one of the women came in again, unchained me from the table and made me hobble into the centre of the room.
“Stand there and wait” she said. I must have stood for half an hour at least in a bizarre state of anticipation and dread. I knew that deep down this very situation was the pinnacle of all my sexual fantasies. Cross dressing was super, it both excited me and relaxed me. But this was something extra, something different and my penis was really excited too as it tried to burst through my satin panties! Although I was no stranger to standing and walking in high heels, I had never stood in one position for this length of time and, under the weight of my chains, my legs were really starting to ache and I wondered just how long I was going to have to maintain this position. Suddenly, my question was answered as the door opened and Sandra entered. She was no longer in the elegant suit that she wore when I had first met her but was now similarly dressed to me. She had shiny black thigh boots, a corset and long gloves but also wore a lovely shiny black PVC jacket and mini skirt.
by Allison
