About slave Allison. Part 4.
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The building must have been used as a warehouse and I could see that the huge cellar was aptly called a dungeon and appeared to have been split into numerous cells connected by a rabbit warren of passages. I was led along one of them, I lost count of the grilled steel doors, each with a number, that we passed before we emerged into a large dingy chamber, about 100ft square. I gulped. Around the walls and on the floor were manacles of all kinds, countless whips and knives hung from the walls, cages hung from the high ceiling and in the centre of the room was a mediaeval style rack. “Welcome to the Torture Chamber, our play room” said the women, “this is where we enjoy ourselves when slaves prove to be disobedient. We always like to show it to new recruits to give them something to look forward to.” They pulled me through another door and down another long passage before stopping outside of Cell 3109. “Here we are, slut, enjoy your new home”
One of the women sorted through the bunch of keys hanging from her waist, selected one and opened the door. The room, in contrast to the brightly lit passage was gloomily illuminated with just one light fitting and, as everywhere else in the building, it was windowless, the walls that I could see were whitewashed brick and the floor was concrete. They beckoned me to enter and kneel down on all fours. One of the women said “As a daily routine each slave is given twenty lashes to remind it of its status. We shall administer them now and you shall count. If you get it wrong we’ll start again until you get it right!” With that my daily discipline was despatched and I just had enough awareness to count correctly. Unfortunately this day had one more twist. I thought that I was going to be allowed to collapse in a heap on the floor and go to sleep but they ordered me to stand and led me over to one of the walls that I had not glimpsed through the doorway. Hanging from it were a set of chains and shackles, they stood me against it with my back to the wall and padlocked a short chain to my slave collar. Then, in a sequence with which I have become very well acquainted, my wrists and ankles were unlocked from my slave chains and transferred to those hanging from the wall. I had most certainly been accurately measured because they stretched my limbs just enough to leave my body uncomfotably spreadeagled. “Sleep well” they laughed as they left my cell and slammed the door shut. I heard the keys turn in the lock and listened to the clicks of their heels diminish as they walked back along the passage.
As my eyes slowly focussed in the gloom it appeared that I was not alone! I could see the glint of light on patent leather and there, chained to the wall opposite, was another slave! I shouted out but did not receive a reply and then I eventually saw why. The wall opposite was covered in a mirror and I was just looking at myself. Not only was I left hanging in total discomfort, I had to watch it too.
I was so exhausted that, despite the intense pain I was in, I quickly fell asleep. I had not seen daylight since that Friday afternoon and had no idea what time it was or what day it was. The only clue that I had had was the growth of stubble on my chin! I woke several times only to fall asleep again until I was awoken by the sound of a cell door slamming somewhere along the passageway. I heard the rattling of chains, voices, the door slamming again, the sound of heels retreating along the passageway and then silence.
I was now fully awake and although the pain from my whippings flooded through my stretched body I was more aware of my aching feet! Standing on concrete in 5in high heels for hours on end is no joke but I must admit that it was a very erotic sensation.
As if that was not enough, the realization that the platinum blonde girl I could see, sexily dressed in shiny black leather high heel thigh boots, scanty PVC clothing and hanging in chains from the wall was me and transported me to tranny heaven!
I mused about the predicament that I was in and, at long last after all that had happened I now finally had time to think things through. Just a few hours ago I was an ordinary bloke with an ordinary job living a very ordinary life with an unusual hobby. What would happen to the house and my property? What would happen when I am reported missing? How did I end up here and what on earth is my future? My thoughts turned to Judy and her role in these cataclysmic events. All these questions raced through my brain over and over again.
I felt that I had been awake for some time when I heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking along the passageway. They stopped outside the door to the cell, a key rattled in the lock and the door swung open. Silhouetted in the doorway was a tall slim woman, with a trim waist, long brown hair and dressed in a pink suit with white patent leather stiletto shoes. In the poor light I could not see who it was. She sloped elegantly towards me, reached forward, pulled my panties down and gently slipped her cool white patent leather clutch bag under my penis, sending a gorgeous shudder through my body! Her delightful perfume wafted into my nostrils and it was one that I certainly remembered well from the past. “Judy” I gasped. “Hello Allison, or should I say 3109?” With that comment I strained at my chains to get at her. “Steady, we don’t want you damaged, you haven’t earned us anything yet” she cautioned. “I thought you would be pleased to see an old friend”. I sagged and writhed in my chains as she grasped my penis in her white leather gloved hand and squeezed it with ever increasing pressure taking me to the edge of ecstasy. She stood right in front of me, pressed her soft “boobs” into mine until our false eyelashes touched, and sensuously exhaled her hot breath into my mouth. Our lips met and, driven by the massaging of my penis, I began to kiss her long and passionately. “And I thought you were straight” she mocked, as she released my penis before it exploded and stepped back. I just hung there in my chains and, as if everything that had happened to me was not bad enough, I now felt thoroughly ashamed of myself. In all the years of cross dressing I had never ever wanted to kiss a man and now Judy had easily enticed me into it.
by Allison
