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Couple Therapy

Part 2

Couple Therapy

Part 2

 

     As Angela released Lisa from the box after another two hours, I was
concerned about the array of harsh red pricks on her soft skin. But upon closer
examination, I could see they where only surface marks or slight punctures and
would fade quickly. Lisa had experienced a number of violent orgasms that had
rocked her against the spikes and yanked hard on her rings. I took a quick look
while she lay exhausted on the floor. With Lisa we had perfected the perfect
piercing. Rather than a simple hole punched through the soft tissue, we would
pierce a type of grommet. The hole would be held open by a small channel of
stainless steel through which we could place a number of rings or rods. Her nose
was even more advanced. Two small plates of rounded edge steel had been measured
and cut for each side of her septum. A larger hole toward the end of the septum,
where a ring would normally go, was punched through the steel, it's edges bent
inward. A type of hole punch cut a rather wide hole in the nose and theses steel
plates where fit to it. Smaller holes matched left to right, had been cut into
the plates and a small rivet gun punched a strong rivet through both sides.
After four rivets, the plate was permanently affixed to the septum. The larger
hole, lined with steel as well, could be fit with any device, and was strong
enough to nearly support her body weight.

     I grabbed Lisa's nose ring now and snapped my fingers for Taylor to clean
her up. Taylor had been fully broken two years before and we had kept her as a
full time slave since. She was a lovely blond with curly hair and a Midwestern
look that seemed to accentuate the collar, chains and rings that adorned her
now. As an obedient slave, she had followed Angela in to the dungeon and dropped
to her knees. Now, she stepped up and took a hold of the leash I had chosen,
snapping it to Lisa's nose ring and leading her away to the baths. Both Taylor
and Lisa teetered on their ballet boots, though unlike Taylor's grace, Lisa was
struggling to stay upright despite the renewed pain in her cramped toes. We had
learned two things about Lisa, both when she had been locked into a stringent
bondage position all night with Taylor. First, she felt humiliated most by the
nose ring. It was the one thing that, when utilized, made her feel like an
animal. Secondly, she felt even more abused when we had Taylor or another slave
command her. It was for this reason that we made use of her nose ring as much as
possible and quite often had Taylor administer her punishment. We certainly
didn't want to disappoint her!

 

	Jennifer was the youngest slave we had recruited. Only 18, she was a dark
haired beauty we hoped to sell for a good price. Currently she was enduring a
stringent corset training. I yanked Lisa into the room where Jennifer was
hanging, pushing her to her knees. Lisa's wide eyed stare told the story. She
was terrified of what she saw before her. Jennifer had been placed into her
three layer rubber suit three weeks ago. Her entire body was covered in latex,
from the tips of her ballet boots to the top of her head. She had been without
sight or sound for the duration. She was hanging from her wrists in the center
of the room, her ankles chained together and to the floor beneath her. The winch
that held her taught was tightened daily, a running joke with Angela and I was
that we would end up with a much taller slave in any case! Her body was like a
guitar string and the muffled whimpers that escaped from her blow up gag where
evidence of its effectiveness. But the most important device was that which was
strapped from just below her breasts to her hips. A heavy rubber and steel boned
corset was slowly being tightened around her waist. Original measurements had
Jennifer's waist at a 28. Not bad, but considering her ample 38D breasts, we
knew a tiny waist would command a higher price. After the three weeks, we had
managed to reduce her to a 19. Almost hourglass now, Angela was determined to
get her to a 17. A special weight system was used to maintain constant tension
on the steel lacings, while continually adding weight. A series of pulleys
attached to a mechanical fulcrum that added about a half a pound of weight at
specific intervals. We had started with 100 pounds of pressure, enough to cause
her to cry, and I figured in my head the machine was placing about 400 pounds of
pressure on her waist now. We were on the final corset so the gap in back
represented the last 2 inches.

     Lisa was frozen in fear, her eyes wide in terror that this could happen to
her. We hadn't decided if she deserved corset training. She barely noticed as I
attached a set of steel cuffs to her ankles, chained her ankles to rings in the
floor, then removed her collar and replaced it with a posture collar attached to
the cuffs by a short steel bar. Her arms, still bound at wrist and elbow, tried
to struggle as I locked the collar on and began turning a crank on the pole that
now ran behind her back. Slowly the pole shortened, which pulled her head back,
arching her back painfully. Once I felt I had the angle I wanted, I moved to the
front and adjusted the collar. Slowly her chin was pushed up until she faced the
ceiling. I quickly strapped the special rubber gag on her face, making sure that
it was a tight seal over her mouth. I think she started suspecting her fate now
as I took a hose attached to her gag and ran it to Jennifer's catheter. We liked
to keep Jennifer full at all times and she had held a full bladder for the
entire day. I let the air out of the balloon and watched as her urine ran down
the semi-transparent tube and into Lisa's mouth. Tears began flowing down her
face as she understood that she had no choice but to swallow. She had drank my
urine before, and thus was accustomed to the vile taste, but I think she was
humiliated by drinking another slave's piss.

     Finally, Jennifer was empty. I could see the relief rush across Lisa's
face, to quickly be replaced by fear again. I unhooked her hose and reattached
it to Jennifer's anal plug. Lisa tried to struggle but Taylor was holding her
upright and the bondage was far too stiff to allow much escape. I turned the
knob on the enema plug and watched as Jennifer's enema water ran down the tube
as well. She was screaming as she watched the brownish liquid run toward her
mouth, knowing it would soon be swirling around her tongue and in her stomach. I
spent the time ignoring her, making it less than an event, while examining
Jennifer's bound body. The posture collar held her neck completely rigid and the
three layers of rubber hood and straps kept the blow up gag and eye pads in
place. I set my hands at her new waist, amazed at the small measurement. Her
youth made this a perfect time for corset training. Though it would be necessary
to keep her in some form of corset for the rest of her life, her body was
actually changing, reorienting itself to accommodate the constriction. In no
time she would be permanently altered.  Her breasts, despite their constriction
beneath the rubber, really stood out in their splendor. I looked forward to
having some fun with her before the sale.

     I turned back to watch the last of the liquid run out of Jennifer. Lisa was
crying as I watched her throat reluctantly swallow the final drops of what was
most likely a horrible substance. Once I was sure she was finished, I replaced
the feeding gag with two rubber wedges at the back of her teeth, holding her
mouth open as wide as possible. I think she could tell it wasn't over, but I
don't think she really knew. I attached a chain to either side of her collar and
to the floor, removing any chance of her moving. I snapped my fingers for Taylor
to standup. I whispered in her ear and she quickly backed up to Lisa's bound
form and squatted. I could really hear Lisa wail now as Taylor began pressing
her ass against her mouth. It was a sight to be seen. A tall blonde slave girl
with long shapely legs, rings piercing her body, teetering on ballet boots,
squatting over the mouth of another slave. I couldn't quite see what was
happening, but from Lisa's sounds and expression, I would guess that Taylor had
relieved herself well. A mixture of piss and shit filled Lisa's mouth as Taylor
stood up again. I don't think Lisa knew what to do. But eventually, as I petted
Taylor on her knees again and watched, she knew there wasn't anything she could
do. Her tongue swirled the feces and urine around and I watched it slide down
her throat.

 



End of Part 2



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