CHAPTER SEVEN
AN UNEXPECTED TWIST
I awoke to the sound of the pulley block being used and the swinging sensation
as my cage was lowered to the ground. One of the women stepped forward, unlocked
the door and pulled me out. "Stand to attention slut" she barked. One of the
others attached the lead chain to my penis and scrotum and I was led out of the
chamber, along one of the passageways and into the wash room. In precisely the
same way as before I was instructed to wash, make up and polish my boots and
shackles. This time, however, when I was stripped they also pulled off my false
breasts which, despite all that had happened to me, still remained resolutely
adhered to my chest.
I assumed that we would return to the Torture Chamber so they could carry on,
but I was surprised to find me hobbling up the stairs and back into the office
where Sandra was working at the desk. I could see that she was again dressed in
PVC but this time she was in white. One of the women pulled me into the centre
of the room and, as usual, I was ordered to stand to attention. She carried on
working for some time, not even glancing at me until she put her pen down,
closed the book she had been writing in, sat back in her seat and looked me in
the eyes. "I have decided to give you another chance, slut. Do you want to take
it?" With the other option of being left to the tender mercies of the women in
their play room, I found myself unhesitatingly saying "Yes please My Lady". I
could not believe that I said "yes please and thank you" for the privilege of
existing as a sex-slave, but such had been my demise in just a few days. She
stood up and walked to the front of the desk. She looked superb in her white
patent leather high heeled thigh boots, white PVC trousers, jacket and gloves.
She even had a glistening white whip to set off the outfit! "Are you going to be
a good obedient slave from now on?" she asked "Yes, My Lady" I replied. "Good.
Your induction has now been completed. The last two days were designed to
destroy you physically and mentally, to demean you and strip every vestige of
self worth you may have harboured so that we can mould you into a slave we can
use and our clients can enjoy. You have my permission to kneel down" I sank to
my knees. I tried to absorb what she had said but knew deep down just how very
well her plan had worked.
The door opened and, dressed identically to Sandra, in walked Judy. They
embraced and Sandra kissed Judy and congratulated her on the psychological job
that she had done on me. They beamed and turned and looked at me, "We have a
lovely present for you, one we know that you will really appreciate". Another
one! I thought, judging by the presents that I have had to endure so far I can
really do without another one thank you. They tugged me up by my lead chain, led
me over to the dressing table and sat me down. "Open that" said Sandra pointing
to a box on the table. Despite the restrictions of my chains I managed to reach
across and pull the box towards me. I must admit that it was with some
trepidation that I took the lid off and peered into the box but I was very
pleasantly surprised. It contained a pair of the most superb false breasts that
I have ever seen. Everything about them was just right, the size, weight,
movement and colour were absolutely spot on and I could not wait to try them on.
Judy and Sandra knew that I was really excited about them and helped me to
nestle them into position in my corsets. They made me feel absolutely wonderful,
they were the best boobs that I had ever tried on and almost made up for all the
pain and agony that I had endured. "Do you like them?" asked Sandra. I nodded in
appreciation. "Our slaves must look top drawer at all times and a good set of
boobs is utterly essential. Now that you have been inducted you will wear
these."
They marked their position with an eyebrow pencil, withdrew them from my
corsets and took them off exposing my chest. Judy gave me an electric shaver and
told me to shave my chest which I gleefully did. Sandra smeared the breasts with
super glue, positioned them to the marks and pressed them home. I put a bit of
face powder on them to visually blend them to the natural colour of my chest and
felt absolutely superb as they hung and wobbled in front of me. There was still
a huge smile on my face as they refitted my corset, squeezing my new boobs into
a beautiful cleavage.
"How do you like your present?" asked Judy, the beam on my face answering her
question, "would you like to do something for us now?" I responded positively
and they led me across the room to the huge chair behind the desk. Judy perched
herself on the edge of the desk whilst Sandra squeezed her little bum out of her
tight shiny white trousers and panties and sat in the chair. Sandra opened her
legs and beckoned me with her finger to lean forward and lick her clitoris.
The rest of the day was taken with me pleasuring the girls in turn and we were
all pretty exhausted when one of the women came in with wine and food for Judy
and Sandra. "Are you hungry too?" asked Sandra, knowing full well that I had not
eaten anything other than the dog food since I had been there. "Yes, I am my
Lady" I responded. She pressed the buzzer and one of the women came in carrying
two dog bowls. "Oh good grief, here we go again!" I thought but when she placed
them on the floor I could see that one contained water and the other spaghetti
bolognese. "Bon appetit" cried Judy as they tucked into their food. I never
really liked spaghetti bolognese at all but this was the equivalent of a
banquet. I had to eat it "doggy style" on all fours and, although I was
ravenous, I had the presence of mind to eat it slowly. I did not want to be sick
again, Sandra might have really changed her mind this time and handed me over to
the women for good!
After we had finished eating Sandra went to the desk, opened the drawer and
withdrew some papers. "As agreed with Judy, you will sign these" she said
thrusting a ball point pen into my hand. Whilst still on my hands and knees I
duly signed them. It was Judy's turn to beam a smile. She now officially owned
all my property and knew that she was going to have a ball spending the money"
Sandra pressed the buzzer once more and one of the women came in. "Take the
slut away we have finished with it for the day" she said. The woman took me into
the workshop, refitted the number disc to my slave collar and led me back down
to the dungeons. We duly arrived at the open door to my cell and I was
pleasantly surprised to see that a camp bed had been placed in it along with a
bucket and a small bottle of water. I reflected on how the day had turned out. I
had hardly been whipped and now I was a fully fledged slave I was obviously
enjoying the fruits of my capitulation, meagre though they were. She led me to
the bed and padlocked my slave collar to a long chain hanging from one of the
walls. "Sleep tight, you have a busy day tomorrow" she said as she switched the
light out and slammed the door, leaving the cell in total darkness. I quickly
fell asleep.
