Tali knelt, sobbing bitterly as she unrolled the strands of rope. Her fingers were swollen, as she had been taking ropes apart since five a.m. What a task! Getting a huge length of rope, taking the strands apart, and then pulling the individual fibers apart.

 

And how she looked! Naked, with mousetraps on her nipples, kneeling in the living room on a slab of  granite, while Fenton and his ex-con pals watched in horny amusement.

 

"But Tali, darling" Fenton said with a bitter smile, "That's picking oakum. Taking ropes apart. That's what prisoners did in the middle ages, and you are running for governor of Maryland on the get-tough-on crime ticket."

 

Oh, how Tali regretted discussing her platform with Fenton the Felon, her Master. But of course it was all over the television, now. "Vote for Natalie Snowden, former district attorney of Montgomery County Maryland, running now for governor!...she is tough on crime!"

 

Fenton had served thirty-three months out of a seven year stretch at the Eastern Correctional Institution in Princess Anne, Maryland, and done fifty-two months of a four-to-nineteen year sentence at Jessup Prison as well.

 

He'd been briefly imprisoned for his car theft rings in jails all over, a veteran of youth reformatories, county jails, and city lockups, and was not much interested in tough-on-crime types.

 

And Tali of course had given many impassioned speeches about returning idle prisoners to "The chain gang" and making them labor instead of sitting around in prison watching soap operas and lifting weights.

 

Now Tali had a small strand of rope, which she rubbed back and forth on her bare knee, itching it to death, until the strand was in twenty fibers, which she put in front of her.

 

 Fenton was going to use the hemp to repair his sailboat, "Much as the tarry rope of yesteryear was forced apart by the prisoners to cover the holes in old ships"

 

"Darling, I wish I could give you the option of a treadwheel to walk" Fenton said gently. "But this is the only compassion lesson I can think of right now."

 

It was such a shame Fenton had been so helpful in getting her the nomination. Tali's campaign expert had told her that she was thirty pounds overweight, and had to get back down to a hundred ten for the voters to take her seriously.

 

 And Fenton had  signed her up iwth his friend Canin' Connie, who had a unique weight-loss plan. Tali recalled her diary during this crucial time:

 

November 3-Met with Canin' Connie, she weighed me at 142 pounds and called me a lard ass. She made me get down on my knees to kiss her feet and beg to be delivered of my excess weight.

 

November 6-Met with Canin' Connie again, I weighed in at 146, which I explained as having had to chow down at the Bowieville Prayer Breakfast for Orphan Albinos. Connie told me that there was no excuse. She is an intimidating woman with short blond hair and huge tits smacked into a tube top. Before I could ask her weight, Connie had pulled my dress up and my panties down and given me eight welters with her bamboo cane. As I cried, on my knees, panties at my ankles, Connie advised me to carry my own breakfast everywhere--yogurt with melon--"Because you won't upset the Prayer Breakfast people eating your own food as much as I'll upset you, Pudgy."

 

November 12- Met with Canin' Connie yet  again. This time I'd lost six pounds, and Connie hugged me and gave me praise. She slipped her hand in my panties and teased my clitoris with her long nails. I had to admit I was aroused.

 

November 14-Canin' Connie came to see me today, and was irritated at my having gone up to 142 again. I tried to explain to her that it was mostly water weight, but she was quite irritable and made me write 250 times "I will not be a greedy-guts governor"

 

November 20-Oh, I've been crying on my bed, my face in my pillow and my buttocks SCREAMING with pain. Connie caught me with some Twinkies, and slashed my butt 18 strokes, and put me on a dry porridge diet for 2 weeks. It's so humiliating!

 

December 4- I'm now down to 138, but Connie is implacable. She keeps calling me Piggie and Greedy-guts. I always end up in tears after one of her tirades. And she left me this note--

DEAR PIGGIE

I SAW YOUR FROZEN PIZZA WRAPPER IN THE GARBAGE. GOOD THING I HAVE A KEY TO YOUR PLACE. ANY MORE PIZZA AND I'LL FLATTEN YOUR TIRE WITH MY BELT, YOU LITTLE BITCH, THERE'S NOTHING FUNNIER TO ME THAN PULLING YOUR SPANDEX DOWN AND REDDENING THAT GLUTEAL MESS YOU CALL A BOTTOM. GET WITH THE PROGRAM!

CANIN' CONNIE

 

January 10

 

I've been stuck at 119 pounds now for three weeks. I tried to explain to Connie that it was just a plateau, and I wasn't cheating, but she gave me twelve vicious lashes with her cane across my buttocks, then another four across my bare breasts! As I rolled on the floor and wept, clutching my bosom, Connie told me that if I didn't lose five pounds by February first, she was going to give up the canes and bullwhip the fat off me...I feel so hopeless.

 

But Canin' Connie's haranging worked, and Tali was now down to one hundred and three pounds. Connie showed up now and then and whipped Tali into shreds as the poor thing did jumping jacks, running in place, and other calisthentics, and of course there was the horrible weigh-in.

 

All the press was abuzz over how District Attorney Snowden was shaping up physically for the election, but they'd have been astonished if they'd known Tali's campaign manager was a twice convicted car thief!

The doorbell rang. Oh God.

Tali shook her head dispiritedly as she heard the doorbell ring, and Fenton ambled over to answer it. "Ah yes, Sokhuen!" Tali looked up resentfully as the diminutive Asian girl came into the house.

 

How Tali hated Sokhuen. For the eight years that Tali and Fenton had been together he'd had many girlfriends, and Tali had had to endure being punished and humiliated in front of and by Fenton's various girlfriends and lovers.

 

But at least Tali had been Fenton's only submissive! But recently at the Tawse Club, Fenton had met Sokhuen, a comely Vietnamese with long dark hear and full breasts on a four foot eleven frame. Sokhuen was ten times the sub that Tali was. Sokhuen had much more pain tolerance, and knew how to serve a Master in a thousand different ways.

 

Where Tali could only take ten or fifteen strokes to her breasts with a cane without collapsing (unless she was chained to the ceiling)  Sokhuen could patiently hold her hands behind her back and stand silently as the cane, dog-whip or supple switch slashed again and again until Fenton's arm was tired.

Tali had heard Sokhuen ask again and again for more pain...and Tali was just a big fat baby in comparison. Also, Tali couldn't take  any sort of punishment to her vagina, but regularly Sokhuen's twat was stretched by inventive clamps, locked to five pound weights.

 

 Tali often was nauseated seeing Sokhuen's pussy lips dragging down near her knees, but she also envied the inner strength that the Oriental had not to scream or cry in what must have been excruciating pain.

 

Fenton loved to attach weights to Sokhuen's nipples and clitoris simultaneously and then chase the girl around the house with his dog whip, lashing the tiny brown buttocks as the girl ran, silently, without screaming or moaning.

 

Tali was horrified by the idea that Fenton might become so enthralled with Sokhuen that he might dump Tali...and right now she needed Fenton badly...after all, Tali was running for governor!

 

Now Fenton ordered Sokhuen to strip and mount the stairs. "Just stay there in the corner of our bedroom, and I'll be up." he called. "I just have to supervise this cow's ropework, you know."

 

Tali looked at her ropes and bit her lip. It would be quite an afternoon!