CHAPTER TWO
"WOMEN" FOR WOMEN
My next recollection was when I awoke in a beautifully furnished office,
seated in a directors chair and facing a large antique Regency desk. I remember
that it took some time to fully gather my thoughts before I realised that my
ankles and wrists were tied to the chair and I was gagged. Presently I heard a
voice say "Hello Allison, I'm Sandra, welcome to my team" Despite my bonds I
tried to turn around to see who it was. A tall young woman, elegantly dressed in
a black velvet suit and high heels glided past me and perched provocatively on
the edge of the desk.
"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.
She went over to the desk, opened a drawer and took out a glistening whip.
"Stand to attention" Sandra barked. I did, but not apparently quick enough, for
I heard a "whish" and suddenly felt searing pain across my buttocks. "When I
give you an order, slut, I expect it to be carried out". "Yes Sandra, I replied"
Another "whish" quickly followed with the same painful result. She stood in
front of me and, with the handle of the whip, raised my chin. "You and this" she
said, indicating to the whip," are going to be well acquainted from now on, in
fact you are going to be firm inseparable friends. Welcome to your new life as a
sex-slave. How dare you be so familiar with me as to use my first name!" She
whipped my buttocks again "You are just a worthless slut and will address me as
My Lady - understand?" I heard the swish yet again and felt the pain as she
emphasised our respective positions. "Yes My Lady" I replied.
"In order to carry out your new functions you are going to require intense
training and discipline and you will have to work hard to earn your daily food
ration", she said, glancing down at my penis protruding through my panties
which, in all the mayhem had been thoroughly excited. She reached to grasp it in
her warm PVC gloves but my natural reaction was to flinch my hand towards her to
stop - this proved to be a bad move! Her face contorted with anger and she
whipped me in an uncontrollable frenzy until I had collapsed on the floor under
the searing pain of the barrage. "How dare you" she raged, "you are nothing, you
are just a slut with a number, you do not stop me from doing what I want with
you. You do not do anything without asking for permission first. This penis is
not yours any longer, it belongs to my clients and I. If I ever see you touch it
I shall have you whipped from dawn to dusk. Now get up and stand to attention"
I staggered to my feet, my back and buttocks were stiff already, and it was
a struggle trying to balance on my high heels under the restraint of the
shackles and chains.
"I trust that you now have a greater understanding of your new station in life"
she said. I was just about to nod in agreement when I realised that she would
want me to say "Yes My Lady". Too late, another whip lashed across my back. "We
are a bit of a slow learner, aren't we?" she asked. "Apparently so, My Lady" I
replied. "I am glad to see that we at last agree on something" she added as she
walked around the desk and settled into her huge upholstered chair, The whip had
a loop on the handle and she used this to dangle it from her right wrist in an
intimidatory fashion. She snuggled her bottom into the cushioning and gently
opened her legs. "Before I send you down to the dungeons," she cooed "I think
that a little more education is in order. Come over here and kneel in front of
me". I hobbled across to where she had indicated and knelt before her. "Now lick
me" she said hitching up her mini skirt and revealing her panty-less clitoris".
"Yes, My Lady" I replied and set to work with my glossed lips and tongue. After
all the pain that I had just experienced this was a very pleasant and much more
enjoyable interlude and hearing My Lady groan in pleasure at least meant that I
was not in danger of being whipped, for a while at least.
I do not know how long I carried this out but my knees thoroughly ached and
my mouth and tongue were feeling sore when, in her moment of pleasure, she
grasped the whip and started to lash me crying "Yes, Yes", before gently
collapsing in her seat. "That was reasonably satisfactory, slave", she said,
"you have my permission to go to the dressing table and adjust your make-up". As
I gingerly rose to my feet and hobbled across to the table. I noticed that, as
my body had warmed up so all of the shackles were much tighter and had become
more uncomfortable. As this was the first time that I had tried to sit down
since I had endured the whipping from My Lady I took it very carefully but was
pleasantly surprised to find that it was not too painful, not that there was not
a bit of me that did not hurt.
As I adjusted my make-up it dawned on me that I had not had anything to drink
or eat for hours, neither had I been to the loo since being in the club. I
decided to ask. "May I speak, my Lady?". "What is it?" she replied. "Well I need
to go to the toilet and I have not had anything to eat or drink". She pondered
for a while and said "I will ask the women to give you a drink and take you to
the toilet on the way down to the dungeons." "Thank you very, very much my Lady"
I replied thankfully.
I took about fifteen minutes to re-shave, do my make up and preen my wig
before my Lady pressed the buzzer for the women to come into the room. "Please
take the slave down now and give it some water and allow it to use the toilet",
and turning towards me added "No doubt this has been a very difficult day for
you to comprehend, but this is your life now. You shall not be known as Allison,
but as 3109, the number on your slave collar. You have a lot of work to do
before we can hire you out and I expect you to learn very quickly. You shall
attend to me tomorrow".
With that the women attached a chain around my penis and scrotum and led me
through another doorway to a toilet. Where now I thought? Each of the four women
had their own whip and none were shy to use it if they felt I was not moving
fast enough. I stumbled and hobbled behind them in my chains and high heels as
they tugged on my lead chain and led me to the top of a long set of wooden
stairs. I could see now from the style of the architecture that we were in a
Victorian building and were undoubtedly heading for the cellar. With all these
restraints, negotiating the stairs was somewhat tricky so I was pretty relieved
to arrive at the bottom in one piece and without falling.
