On January 2003, Hiliary Mariadubh nicSeamus posted a story on Crystal's StorySite. The Challenge really is not a story; it's a script outlining a game to be played and punishments that would be meted out when the heroine failed to accomplish the goals set for her. As Hiliary wrote the rules, the girl was placed in a 'no-win' situation and the game was just an excuse to punish her. I found The Challenge to be inspirational: that is, I was inspired by it to write the following.
Many visitors at StorySite will not like this tale of deep sadomasochism; 'Sweet and sentimental' it is not! Still, something very important exists in the relationship that Karen enjoys with her Mistress - theirs is a consensual relationship. Karen has agreed to the terms and conditions, nothing is done to her that she has not accepted before their play has begun.
This story is a heavy one; please understand that before you begin to read it then enjoy! :)
Ta-ra, fer a bits,
Excuse for Punishment
The Challenge - A No-Win Game
Karen Anne Summerfield
© February 2003
Cynetta Cynthia Cynclaire
"How does that sound to you, Karen?"
"Like just an excuse to punish me," the tall redhead set aside the printout of a story by Hiliary Mariadubh nicSeamus downloaded from her page on Crystal's StorySite. "It's just like she says in The Challenge, Judy; the script is a no-win situation. There is simply no way anyone fitted out as she describes can possibly succeed."
"No, I don't suppose there is." The petite blonde grinned at her submissive girlfriend, "Still, would you like to try it?"
"Well, we have been looking for something different to try." Karen grinned, "With changes, I'm game."
"What would you change?"
"There, all laced in; nice and tight." Judy tied off and delivered a hard slap to Karen's defenseless cheek.
"What did you do, close the gap? My chest really hurts." The black straight-front, twenty-one-inch corset had been closed.
"Of course. Let me lock the belt and I'll let you down so you can do the rest yourself." The two-inch wide band of eighth inch thick stainless steel had been bought with the corset, but never worn. There was only one position to lock it in back and that demanded that the stem-waisted garment had to be fully laced before the integral lock could mate. Once Judy twisted the tubular key and removed it, Karen would be unable to loosen her corset and certainly couldn't remove it, no more than she could remove the chastity belt that prevented any sort of sexual gratification.
Karen was excited, just as she always was when her mistress placed her in bondage, but the steel tube encasing her penis and the pins through it and her sensitive flesh denied even an erection. She was frustrated and uncomfortable as it tried to harden. Unless she willed it away, she'd just have to endure. Her steel chastity belt could be unlocked and removed and the curved tube even detached from the front shield, but the three fat pins insured she'd have no satisfaction. Once they had been pushed through, their ends has been welded.
It had been three years since the nearly quarter-inch rods, one at the base, one in the middle and one through the head had entered the healed piercings to keep her sex at its flaccid two inch length then welded to the outside of the bent cylinder.
Judy caused the winch to lower the lacing bar so Karen could stand and the clamps about her wrists be opened. She rubbed them to ease the soreness she'd experienced each morning or whenever Judy decided a different corset was in order then adjusted her large breasts in the top of the corset.
Crossing to her dresser, she took out a new pair of black, seamed stockings then went to the shoe rack, lifted her boots and sat at the vanity to put these on her shapely legs.
"Be sure you fasten your garter straps properly," Judy cautioned, "demerits accumulate geometrically for every one that comes undone."
"I know; I helped write the list, remember?" Both girls were smiling; in a good mood and happy to be starting this newest adventure. All ten clips fastened to the tops of her stockings, Karen carefully straightened the prominent seams than sat to put on her black boots and lace them up. A three-inch wide leather strap at the top of each covered the laces and knots then two padlocks were placed on the outside and closed to double lock each of them. Without the keys, her platform boots could not be removed. Another, thicker strap, wrapped each ankle. It fastened with Velcro and protected her flesh once the steel ankle cuffs were placed later.
"Unh!" Karen grabbed the vanity for support when she skidded on the hardwood floor. The ribbed rubber soles had been removed from the three-inch platforms and ends of the clear acrylic, wedgie style heels. With her feet arched as if she was wearing seven-inch heels, walking was difficult enough, but Judy had decided removing the non-skid surfaces would add to that, as well as, the delightful noises when they clicked on hard surfaces.
"I guess I'm ready for the plug, Judy." The redhead leaned over and spread her legs.
"I've got to put this in you first." She tore open the foil packet and placed the two-inch, slippery egg in the end of the flexible insertion tool. Of course, Karen didn't want the 'motivation capsule' high up in her colon, but these had become common in their games and Judy insisted since she'd found them on the Internet. It was a time-delayed suppository. Judy had a selection available and the one for that day had a twelve to sixteen hour coating. It would motivate Karen to complete whatever task was being assigned on time. If she did, maybe she could expel it before the coating had fully dissolved. She'd little expectation of that happening.
With the plastic inserted to it's handle, the blonde dominant depressed the plunger and withdrew to leave the time bomb sixteen inches inside her slave. Liberally greasing the fat pear and re-lubricating Karen's hole, Judy pushed the butt plug through the hole in the back strap to separate the tight sphincters. It had to bury six inches before they clinched about the inch and a half neck. A padlock made sure Karen couldn't expel it.
"Get on the changing table," Judy moved over there then helped until Karen was in position on top of the pile of diapers.
"Lift your left leg." Two rubber straps were wrapped around; one below the garters and the other above Karen's knee. Once these were locked, another lock on each held the one-liter transparent drainage bag. Judy pinched off the catheter tube she'd inserted earlier and removed the plug so she could connect it to the rubber bag.
Twelve thick flannel diapers had been pinned in place, adding ten inches to Karen's hips then these were covered first by plain, double layered panties of clear plastic. Another pair of rubber, ruffled panties finished that chore.
"Fix your hair and makeup now. Don't use waterproof eye makeup, but I do think the long lasting lipstick would be best," Judy ordered. "Take extra care applying those lashes."
"I will." The bulk between her legs made walking back to sit before the vanity that much more difficult. Karen knew that her plug would expand another inch to more than three and penetrate an inch deeper when she sat to push in the protruding stub; there was no avoiding it. It was one of her least concerns, but still couldn't be avoided.
Very boldly made-up like a showgirl, Karen resumed dressing, first stepping into her crisp white petticoat. She pulled it up covering most of her bag and tied the strings above the swell of her diapered bottom behind. Before putting on the white dress, three pairs of progressively longer length gloves had been ordered. All were white satin and very slippery. The first pair reached mid-forearm, the next above her elbows. She closed the three buttons on each wrist then worked the outer ones all the way to her shoulders. As tight as the gloves were, fastening the five wrist buttons of these required Judy to employ a buttonhook. She would need to fasten the buttons up the back of the dress too, but the tool wouldn't be required.
Karen's dress looked like one that a young girl might wear to her First Communion, but the sheer bodice exposing Karen's breasts and baring her ringed nipples would have surly cause any honorable priest to object and send her straight to the confessional. The large balloon sleeves were sheer too.
"Put on your wrist cuffs while I get your harness." Both were black leather; stitched on their edges with white thread.
"Place your arms through, Karen." The loops settled on her shoulders and Judy moved in front to buckle the crossed straps between her breasts then she went in back to tighten and lock the buckles there, causing the redheads' shoulders back in an uncomfortable posture and thrust her chest forward.
"Since this is your first time, I've filled this with only one liter, it will be more next time, if you fail today." Karen giggled, because they both knew her assignment was nearly impossible. The red rubber bag mounted to the harness in the middle of the back. Then, the valve was closed and the mechanical timer was off when Judy connected the butt plug's hose, which emerged between the closely spaced buttons.
"What did you fill it with, if I may know?"
"Un unh, Karen. That's for me to know and you to learn later."
"Tilt your head back some." The strap from the leather and steel collar of the harness over the high neck of the dress was tightened in back and padlocked. Judy tightened the wrist cuffs a notch and locked them too.
After applying small padlocks to her nipple rings, which hung freely outside the cutout circles to bare her nipples and aureoles, Judy playfully pulled on her breast chain.
"I guess that's it, for now. Wear your long coat to hide what you can." Karen was handed her large white purse, the gym bag containing the rest of her gear and a very light, nearly weightless shopping bag. "It's a pretty hat I picked up for you, in case you're curious."
The drive to their friends' farm would take an hour. Bill and Samantha were both in the scene, but would be at work when Karen started her adventure. "Let's stop here for breakfast, Karen. You'll be gagged until you complete your challenge or I find you tomorrow; which is more likely and you'll probably be hungry," Judy said as she parked.
"I want you to put on your hat then come in to join me." She reached in the back seat and handed the bag to her friend before exiting her car.
Karen is more that passable in public; no one, unless they saw it, would believe what her steel panties hid from view. Still, she was very self-conscious about appearing among strangers wearing outfits like she'd on that morning. Her black leather coat would hide most of it, but it only had a single button at the waist and wasn't big enough to keep her petticoat filled dress or large breasts from pushing it open. Her collar was in view and much of her bosom was exposed below it; the lapels barely hid her ringed nipples and that the chain, looping between them, was padlocked to stay.
Resigned that she'd no choice, Karen removed the white cartwheel hat from the bag and put it on her carefully coiffured red hair. Judy had provided a card of long hatpins to hold it in place and, knowing it would be expected, she drew down the delicate, diamond mesh, black veil; arranging it before her heavily made-up face.
Her boots slipped as she steadied herself getting out of the car. Aware of their minimal traction, she used only small steps to walk from the lot. As expected, most everyone inside stopped their conversation as the girl made her way to the table then had to stand until her mistress gave permission to sit. Just like O, Karen had to raise her coat, dress and petticoat, not smooth them under, to rest her well-padded bottom on the seat. Her locked leather cuffs contrasted against her white gloves and the cuffs of her dress when she accepted the menu from Judy.
"Coffee, Ms?" the waitress had appeared with the pot.
"She'll have hot tea," Karen's eyes flew up when Judy answered for her.
"Don't worry that it will make you pee, Karen, I'll let you change your diapers before you start your bondage game today." Judy, much to Karen's dislike for it, loved to embarrass and humiliate her in public. The drainage bag made the diapers she wore unnecessary for that, but she would need them later when the bag on her back and powerful bomb inside went to work. The waitress, not understanding at all, left to bring the tea.
"You may have whatever you'd like for breakfast," the mistress offered.
Once they'd ordered, Judy unfolded a printed paper on Karen's placemat. Boldly, at the top, it said, 'Slave Girl Karen's Challenge - Demerits and Punishments'. "Read that and don't try to hide it," she ordered.
- Slave Girl Karen's Challenge -
Slave Girl Karen will be blinded and placed in inescapable bondage. She will then be led to a remote area of the farm and tethered with one hundred twenty feet of aircraft cable between her slave girl collar and a large, immovable object. Her challenge is to locate the key to the lock at the opposite end of the tether, free herself then return to the stable before sunset.
Slave Girl Karen is further challenged to have maintained her required immaculate appearance when she presents herself at the conclusion of her challenge. Failure to meet these two challenges will earn her demerits. The number of demerits accumulated will determine the severity of her punishments.
- Slave Girl Karen's Demerits -
Demerits will be awarded as listed -
1. Runs in stockings 5 each
2. Dirt on petticoat 10
3. Dirt on skirt 10
4. Dirt on one sleeve 10
5. Dirt on both sleeves 30
6. Dirt on bodice 15
7. Dirt on one glove 15
8. Dirt on both gloves 45
9. Dirt on hat 35
10. Tear in petticoat 25
11. Tear in skirt 20
12. Tear in one sleeve 10
13. Tear on both sleeves 30
14. Tear in bodice 30
15. Tear in veil 35
16. Drool on dress 15
17. Perspiration stains 15
18. Untidy hair 35
19. Untidy makeup 50
20. Crooked seam on one stocking 20
21. Crooked seam on both stockings 60
22. Garters unclipped from stockings
The number will geometrically increase from 1 if only one is unclipped to 512 for all ten.
23. Loss of false eyelash
The number will geometrically increase from 15 if only one is lost to 120 for all four.
24. Lost button 5 each
25. Lost hat 100
26. Scuffed boots 35
To this point, Karen had read nothing that was out of the ordinary; all the listed items and demerits they earned for her, but for a few, were clearly listed in the rules she was required to obey in order to maintain the immaculate appearance her mistress demanded of her and she had helped to write. A crooked seam, if Judy spotted it before the slave had made any attempt to straighten it, would have earned the same twenty demerits and three times that many for both, sloppy makeup earned her fifty. New on the list, were the tears and things like losing her hat; which, under normal circumstances, weren't expected to occur.
The rules dictating her required appearance had been beaten into her and the whips were seldom needed by then as reminders. What followed, were specific to the planned, upcoming scene.
27. Full drainage bag 50
28. Soiled diaper 50
29. Failure to find the key and open the lock 250
30. Returning, but failure to return with the lock 50
31. Returning, but failure to return with the key 250
32. Failure to return to the stable by sunset 500
33. Failure to return to the stable by sunrise 1000
- Slave Girl Karen's Punishments -
Each demerit will be rewarded with one stroke, administered 100 per session minimum or the lesser of 10% of the initial score with a maximum of 150 per 24 hours until all have been worked off. After the first 24 hours, Slave Girl Karen will be caged and removed only for the administration of her strokes until strokes are worked off plus 24 hours cage time if her earned demerits are less than 250. For a score of less than 500, 48 additional cage hours will be served and added in increments of 24 hours for every 250 demerits accumulated.
The initial punishment will be conducted on site, commencing with inverted suspension for the application of her strokes then tiptoe, bondage for the remaining 24 hours. Returned to the stable, Slave Girl Karen will be again be placed in inverted suspension, which will be her position for all remaining earned strokes, then her bondage changed, contacts, diapers and gag removed. Her costume will remain with her hands at her waist, full discipline helmet, feeder gag, spreaders, enema/evacuation plug then caged.
Strokes will be administered with 1% of the initial total applied to the inside of each thigh and bare bottom with a cane daily and the remainder of the daily number administered with a crop on the backs of the thighs and her bare bottom while in inverted suspension until all have been worked off. All numbers will be rounded up to the next highest integer.
Karen finished reading about the time their food was delivered. She stared in near disbelief at all that had been printed out then realized she'd still have more of a chance than if following Hiliary's script, albeit not much. It was clear in her mind then that there was no way either of them could meet the challenge. Her mistress would show her that it still was possible, but there was no way to do it without at least incurring a level one punishment.
As they neared Bill and Samantha's farm, Judy slowed the car while still on the highway. "Look to the right, Karen." Her girl did and stared at the verdant old pastures, studded with mature trees and areas of plant growth other than the grass that had been mowed the previous month. "You'll be in one of those shortly and in full view of the road … if any care to look." Judy giggled, "They're a quarter of a mile away, but still, someone might stop for a closer look at the pretty girl in her fancy white dress playing over there." She laughed, "You'll be completely on your own, if that happens… Of course, I might put you in the one right next to the highway," Judy mused. Karen turned and grinned."
"You are too cruel to me to do that." She giggled, "One thing about you, Mistress, you are very jealous of your possessions, especially if that object happens to be me!" Judy reached over to jerk her breast chain.
Soon, the two women were in the building where Karen had spent the previous two summers, stabled as and being trained by Samantha and her daughter as a ponygirl.
"Take off your coat," Judy requested. While Karen hung it, she searched the contents of the carryall bag.
"I want you to see and understand this; it's what you need to find to succeed in completing the challenge." In Judy's right hand was a electronic device no larger than a pack of cigarettes and she held the attached key ring in her left. Setting it on the bench and turning it on, the thing beeped fairly loudly, but not overly so. "This is your homing device, it will beep once a minute for the first hour, once every five for the next and once every fifteen minutes for the third. It then goes to every thirty minutes for another hour and just once every hour thereafter until sunset when it shuts off." After the second noise, the blonde just nudged it. "If disturbed, this shuts off completely and that's it - no more noise.
"At the end of this cable is a key ring with fifteen M1 keys, but different; only one fits the lock to where your tether will be locked. It's your job to find this by picking it up, following your leash to where it's locked, free yourself then return here. The pasture you'll be in is one of those you used as a ponygirl and I'm sure you remember the road. Just keep the fence on your right, the gate will be open, and just follow the road back here.
"Accomplish that and your only punishment will be for your appearance, if less than satisfactory; you do know the standards I demand for you, Karen."
"Yes, Mistress." Karen curtseyed.
She was given the small plastic box containing a pair of her contact lenses, a bottle of sterile saline solution and told to put them in. Because of her three pairs on tight gloves, inserting the opaque lenses in her eyes wasn't easy, but was doable. She was then totally blind; a condition she often experienced when in serious bondage.
"We'll do your hands now; I'm sure I can do the rest myself," Judy confidently stated. She doubled a braided nylon rope and placed it in the crook of Karen's elbows when she raised her arms up behind. It pulled her shoulders further back and trust her large beasts out more once Karen's mistress had crossed her wrists then shoved on her elbows to push her wrists high enough so the rings on the leather cuffs could be locked to opposite shoulders. It was a very strained position, but one Karen had often endured before. She liked her lover to put her in bondage and squirmed more from the discomfort inside the tube under the shield of her belt than for any other reason. No relief and chastity were prime, non-negotiable conditions in her relationship with Judy.
Karen positioned the loop of the rope near the front, passed the free ends through it, removed the slack then, with her knee on the busk of Karen's corset, pulled it tight. She yanked it as hard as she could, causing her girl to yelp.
"Can't have you flapping your elbows about, can we? I don't want to punish you for tearing your sleeve because I didn't take precautions to keep your arms under control." She knotted the rope, separated the strands and crossed them between Karen's prominent mounds. Over her shoulders the ropes were pulled tight and wrapped about Karen's crossed wrists, cinched and knotted then brought again in front, pulled as tightly as she could and tied off under Karen's breasts.
Karen wiggled her fingers, about all she could do. The circulation had not been restricted, as Judy knew how to tie a girl very effectively for the long term and not cause her any harm beyond, often extreme, discomfort. A pair of regular handcuffs circled her wrists below the wrapped rope and its connecting chain padlocked to her harness.
Regulation ankle cuffs chrome plated Smith and Wesson steel ones, but with their eighteen-inch chain shortened by half a foot were added. The cuffs threaded through the four Dee rings on the padding straps about Karen's boots to keep them in place, ratcheted snug then double locked. These rings were just large enough to accept another set and they were locked there too. It was a psychological game - Karen found enjoyment by being placed in whatever bondage her mistress desired and Judy freely indulged those little pleasures.
"I'll deal with your ears now; kneel." Testing the limits of her double ankle chains, Karen managed to kneel on the cobbled floor without punishing her knees. As a ponygirl, she'd knelt there a hundred times before to be fitted with her tack.
Using a syringe with a fairly large nozzle, Judy carefully extruded a soft, water-soluble wax-like substance into Karen's ear canal. This plug would rest lightly against the membrane and prevent it from vibrating. The substance was packed flush to fill the entire ear cavity then the procedure was repeated in her other ear. Karen could still hear through the bone conductance of her skull, but not very well. Judy had no intentions of making this challenge an easy one.
"I'm pinning up your pretty hair, Karen. Don't worry that I'm excusing you from having to keep your coiffure neat; you'll be wearing a very nice wig. With her hair all pinned, Judy worked a tight rubber helmet into place. It was made of flesh colored latex with an open face. To further diminish her slave girl's sense of hearing, the helmet was lined with a quarter inch of foam and another layer of latex.
The blonde mistress had more - muff style hearing protectors that were part of the leather bridle Karen would wear. In place of one of the ponygirl bits she'd been trained to have in her mouth, the bit for this ordeal was a steel, dental jaw jack, coated with rubber were it touched her teeth. With the jack between her lips, but not expanded, Judy adjusted the bridle; tightening it to her satisfaction, drawing the bit in deeper then padlocking all its buckles.
"You'll be a very attractive blonde today, Karen," Judy informed while fitting the elaborate long wig and pressing the Velcro tapes inside to mate with the pieces glued on her helmet. Using her brush to tease and style the hairs as they should be then applying extra hold hair spray to the very full bangs and ass length waves, Judy was very pleased with the look she'd created on her slave. The elaborate hairdo hid the earmuffs completely and some of her bridle.
The hat was replaced and tightly pinned to the wig. Wind wouldn't blow it off. Judy would lower the veil shortly.
"Gag time, I don't want you talking to strangers today," Judy teased; she didn't want her slave talking at all and wanted to add to her discomfort. She slowly pressed the levers until the jack had opened Karen's mouth beyond the point of comfort causing her to moan, but not protest. From the zip-lock baggie, Judy removed the large saturated sponge and pushed it into the waiting cavity. Karen hated the taste of Hiliary's 'Slave Solution' (equal parts of strongly saturated salt water, white vinegar and Listerine-original). The large sponge was packed far back in her mouth and filled her cheeks, but still stuck outside a bit. That unsightliness was corrected with a perforated metal plate that fitted to the steel jaws behind her teeth, further compressing the resisting sponge and locking into place so the gag couldn't be expelled. A small padlock on each side assured that no one could readjust the spreader jaws or remove the gaggage.
She wiped the excess Slave Solution from Karen's face then snapped the leash to the ring under the helpless girl's chin.
"Up," she ordered with a gentle tug and tension. With the beeper and attached key ring in her purse, the petite blonde led her slave girl out into the morning sunshine.
Several times Karen slipped and stumbled, but didn't fall during the fifty minutes it took for them to walk to the field where she'd be playing. It was about a mile from the stable; Samantha and Bill owned a lot of land. Twenty yards from the gate, Judy bent down and picked up the end of the waiting cable. Another padlock fastened it to the ring at the back of the collar about Karen's neck.
"I guess I should do something so I can find you again should you get lost out here." Karen, though deprived of most of her hearing, knew by their clear ringing, that her ponygirl bells were being locked on. These had almost become part of her when she'd been a ponygirl. Just as then, her nipple rings, hobble and front collar ring soon bore bells. There was another pair she'd worn as earrings too, but her helmet wouldn't allow for placing them there; instead, her mistress locked them on either side of her painful bit. Gladly, Karen would swap it for even the punishment bit Amber had used to teach her to obey the rein commands.
"Can you hear this?" Judy had raised her voice to question when the beeper sounded twenty feet away. Just barely, her girl could and stamped her right foot to acknowledge. "Good, I'll be back soon."
Without her stereophonic hearing and greatly diminished sense, it was impossible for her to judge the direction from which anything she heard had come. She didn't hear her mistress walk away either. It was thirty minutes of near silence, but for the tinkling of her bells, before the sounds of Judy's voice reached her brain.
During that time, the mistress had searched for what she considered a perfect spot; the middle of a large grassy knoll, close to the road, but screened from full view by the tall cattails on the edge of the small stream that ran downhill across Karen's circle of operations. Judy thought that the noise of traffic, especial the louder trucks on the highway, might make her slave reluctant to venture there.
The device was easily accessible, that is for anyone not quite as restricted as the bound girl fifty yards away. She could have made this far more difficult, increasing the impossibility of the assignment, by setting the beeper in the thicket of briars she'd seen or even just in a clump of trees, but what would be the point of that? Karen was going to rack up demerits at a staggering rate once she'd begun. It was Judy's guess the total might be easily over two thousand, after all, even if she managed to maintain her pristine appearance, failure alone would be earn more than sixty-two percent of that and failure was as safe a bet as the sun rising the following morning.
Relishing the view of just how helpless Karen appeared; Judy took many pictures. But for the lack of arms, the complex steel between her widely parted red lips and the shackled black boots; her submissive slave could be waiting to attend a late spring garden party.
"I'll be nice and empty your bag." Once the rubber had been replaced on her thigh, Judy led her around for fifteen minutes by her leash, totally disorienting and destroying and sense of direction or orientation Karen might have had before removing the lead. At nine thirty-three that morning she ordered her to get started then walked back towards the house; needing another media disk for her digital camera and having forgotten she'd left the others in her car.
Though she'd thought long and hard about how to conduct a search, since being told of this ordeal initially, Karen was no closer to having any real plan. As Hiliary had not written of one, she'd not expected the homing device; that was a very welcome bonus. The one hundred twenty feet of strong aircraft cable that connected her collar to the tether point defined the circle she was confined to. Somewhere within those forty-five thousand square feet was a little box of only eight square inches beeping once a minute.
She was just twenty yards inside the fence, near the end of her rein, but then didn't know it. Judy had left her alone for half an hour; enough time to have walked nearly a mile away and returned. Though her mistress would tease and kid a lot, one thing in their relationship was secure - trust. Never could Karen have allowed her mistress to do all to her that she did without trusting that no real harm would befall her. Even thought she was only five feet tall, no one in their scene would dare to stand up to the blonde on matters relating to her property and Karen was that; property.
When Judy had stated her tether was one hundred twenty feet long, it was. The challenge was not entirely impossible, her mistress, with the beeper, had provided her with a winnable task; albeit, it was highly unlikely she could possibly succeed. Karen thought of these things and more as she felt her way, walking slowly with measured steps. She'd no choice about them being measured - with two chains, just a foot in length, between the steel on her ankles, her stride was limited to about ten inches.
Karen had no sense of direction, but moved without hesitation. She wished she were doing this in her hooves, those she'd worn as a ponygirl, at least the steel shoes nailed to their bottoms would have provided traction on the turf. With her ponygirl harness, checkreins holding her head erect and the fleece shadow roll before her eyes and large blinders beside them, she couldn't see the path ahead much more then than she could see at that time. Judy had greatly misjudged; in planning this scene based on the script Hiliary had written, the mistress was ignorant of the changes in Karen that two summers of intense ponygirl training had created.
Never had she discussed these matters with Karen or even Karen's trainers; she had just relished the pleasures of having the ponygirl unhesitantly obey and perform excellently while pulling the sulky and responding to the reins and whip which Amber, Samantha's sixteen year old daughter, had taught her.
Karen, though totally without any clue as to how she could possibly succeed, did not resign herself to losing either. Amber had taught her this too. Thinking all she'd done was beat her for punishment, the teenager had done more, much more. She had taught the ponygirl in her care to have the will to try. Yes, Karen once enjoyed good whippings at parties, but the girl, in her ignorance, had taught her what a punishment whipping actually meant. The girl had not intended to teach more than for the ponygirl to obey, but had instilled a will in Karen that had never before been there - a will to beat the young, ignorant bitch at her own game.
Picking her steps, occasionally slipping, Karen moved forward. Almost everything that had been put on her bothered her. The chastity belt was a given. When she had her penis pierced for the cross pins shortly after moving in with Judy, her mistress made it clear that male sexual gratification was not part of their arrangement, but would be denied as long as Karen remained her slave girl.
The corset compressed her torso more than any other she'd worn, but so had Samantha's concept of a proper ponygirl corset harness. Despite the enforced constricted breathing, Karen had been trained to pull Amber's sulky for a mile in less than five minutes on a racetrack. Amber never expected the ponygirl to win that race against a ponyboy who'd been raced for more than seven years; rather she had looked forward to administering another good whipping instead.
Karen had endured that; she could endure her present lacing. It had been worse.
'Where the hell would she put it? Where could it be?' her unspoken questions went unanswered, of course. She had no clear idea of what pasture she'd been put in, just a feeling; a feeling she been here before, but Bill and Samantha owned a several thousand acres.
The gag, it strained her jaws. Hiliary's Slave Solution was something to be avoided at all costs, but Karen was never asked to pay that price. Having soaked a small sponge and placing it in her own mouth, Judy had gained first hand knowledge of how bad it was in less than twenty minutes then had used it often … on Karen. Nothing could be done to avoid it. The solution was liberally used as a garnish and flavoring for many of the things in her diet, even as her standard salad dressing.
A fallen branch tripped the bound slave girl. She hit hard, but was unhurt. Judy had jumped up upon seeing this, but sat down on the log again when it was clear that Karen was unhurt, after she had sat up and remained in place for a few moments until she recovered. Falling and tripping were going to be common throughout the challenge and Judy questioned if the heels she'd selected were too high or the hobble too short, but dismissed those concerns by the end of the day.
Karen hurt, but not so much from the tumbles and spills. Her corset was tighter than ever before, crushing her ribs and training to have a stem waist had only begun the previous Christmas. The large plug inserted up her ass was a bother too, though something she was well accustomed to. Judy liked her girl plugged and did so frequently. When she was in ponygirl mode, a similar plug anchored her long, full tail and was only removed for a brief time each morning when the young trainer administered a three-liter enema, followed by a rinse of equal volume.
She wanted to rub her calves and scratch itches away in numerous places. Long periods in stringent bondage had taught her that was not to be and she just had to endure those annoyances. The absolute worst of what her mistress had decided was appropriate bondage was the gag stuffing her mouth and straining her aching jaws. Unlike a large rubber ball gag or even some of the fat penis gags, which Judy was fond of, there was no give at all in the strong steel jaws of the jack; Karen couldn't move her mouth or tongue.
Unknowingly, Karen entered a cluster of holly trees in early afternoon. Her veil had protected her face somewhat when it snagged on the pointed leaf - before turning about, one to her loose sleeves was torn too.
By mid afternoon Karen needed to rest and recover her breath. She was in excellent physical condition, Samantha, but mostly Amber had seen to that, starting two years before and Judy's strict regimen kept her that way. She possessed a lot of endurance and though very shapely, her legs were strong; she had to been taught to walk gracefully on her toes wearing ballet boots and making that seem effortless after learning to prance, run and pull wearing her hooves.
Sitting was no fun, she knew that the plug would plunge in further and would expand by half again, but she had to. With her bells still for the first time, she heard a big diesel when the trucker geared down to climb the long hill bordering the farm. Momentarily, a wave of panic washed over her, but had to be swept aside; panic would cause her to lose control. Karen had to giggle at that thought, she controlled very little of the situation she was in; her mistress effectively held the reins.
Musing about all of this, her kinky mind became aroused. Contrary to all the pains and discomforts the ordeal inflicted, the slave girl had feelings of enjoyment and those created stirrings in her steel panties. 'Total and permanent denial, you will not experience sexual gratification as long as I own you,' had been one of the many things Judy had often stated once the locks had snapped shut. Though fondling her large breasts and playing with her ringed nipples would raise her very high, she'd not climaxed in the three years since the pins through her penis had been welded to stay there forever.
The sounds of another big rig convinced the blind slave that she'd had enough rest and it was past time to move from that spot and try to avoid it. It and her ringing bells masked the hourly beep from the black box that was less than ten feet from the spot where Karen had sat.
Judy glanced at her watch, she was getting hungry and her friends would be at the house by then. She'd said she'd join them for supper by six. Looking down slope, Judy saw her girl was still walking slowly through another grassy area. She'd be all right until the mistress returned an hour and a half later. There would still be daylight for more than an hour after that. Judy walked back towards the house.
Karen was hungry too; she'd had no food since breakfast. She wanted water much more. The strong taste of slave solution was all that she was going to have until her mistress decided otherwise.
Once she'd returned to the pasture, it took Judy almost fifteen minutes to locate Karen. The wind had risen and the sounds of the ringing bells were being carried from her. Karen had wandered into waist high reeds that bordered the small stream again near the top of the small hill where she'd rested earlier. With absolutely no sense of where she was in the pasture or any sense of direction, her search had turned her to walk that way after the tethering cable had again drawn tight on her collar. The mud there was hard, but very slippery and her boots offered no traction. Placing her foot for the next step set it on a slope and the result was inevitable.
Karen lost her precarious balance when her left foot slipped out from under her, jerked her ankle chains hard enough to pull her right leg in the same direction and her body followed. As she fell to the ground and slid into the cold water, her hat was pulled off to remain on a nearby bush.
Starting to cry at her helpless situation and with her asshole hurting after the impact had suddenly rammed the plug in hard, she struggled to get her bound legs underneath and stand in the stream. Though the water was only six inches deep, it was enough to completely soak her boots, large petticoat and dress nearly to her waist.
It took several attempts before she was finally standing again. Near the edge, her boots skidded out from underneath on the slight incline. This time she fell forward onto the muddy stream bank. With no possible way to break the fall, she took the impact squarely on her large breasts and slipped partially back into the water. Her breasts hurt terribly.
Judy had began jogging to help; her instincts to protect her property over rode her dominant nature and she questioned the wisdom of this entire adventure.
Rivers of black mascara ran from the slave's eyes, one long lash floated away in the stream, another dangled tenuously. Despite everything, Karen managed the strength to hurry, if taking less than ten-inch steps can be described as hurrying, away from the water. Bells ringing loudly and tugging relentlessly on her very sore nipples, she passed less than seven feet from her owner.
Judy cancelled her thoughts of calling a halt to this test. After retrieving the lost hat, she followed at a safe distance until the muddy and dishevel slave girl stopped and sank to her knees then sat on her heavy, waterlogged diapers. The sun's last rays had turned the sky red as it dipped below the horizon. It was a beautiful sunset that the blind slave girl couldn't see.
Not having any concept of time, Karen needed to calm down. She lay back on the grass, unable to stop the tears streaming down her face.
'There is just no way to win this…' Briefly, she tugged at her arm bondage and futilely kicked her shackled feet, knowing it was useless to think that the ropes, cuffs, chains and locks would miraculously come loose. Turning on her side, the exhausted slave girl fell asleep, unable to continue.
Judy had set the timer on the backpack enema bag to open the valve shortly after sunset. With Karen lying flat, rather than standing, nothing flowed into her; gravity had no effect.
It was about ten o'clock when the ingredients of large suppository began to have their intended effect. The beginning cramps caused the sleeping girl to stir then come fully awake. Administered daily, enemas were part of her routine, but she never enjoyed them. What was there to enjoy about the strong, uncontrollable churning occurring under her tight corsets? Knowing that standing when the waves swept through her belly was better than sitting or lying down; she struggled to her feet in an attempt to deal with what was happening. This of course, caused the rubber bag on her back to slowly empty.
With no orders to hold it in or the ten-minute hourglass in her bathroom to watch, Karen made no attempt. Unless it was an inflated flow retention bulb or similar stopper plugging her orifice, it was possible to expel the contents of her bowels around her plugs. Not fully dissolved and absorbed, the chemicals would continue their work for another half hour. She just stood where she was, shivering, spasming and dealt with her misery the best ways she could manage.
As the cramps mostly diminished, Karen tried sitting then lying on the grass again.
'Huh, What was that?' Alert, Karen concentrated. Nothing, The gust of wind caused her to shiver and ring her bells. She missed the beep a minute later. Her mistress had neglected to tell her that she'd have a second chance. It was three minutes after midnight when it beeped again.
It is unmistakable; what she had prayed to hear. Standing, she missed another beep because of her noisy bells and wondered if her mind had been playing tricks. Karen had read that sensory deprivation caused people to hallucinate.
No! She wasn't crazy; there it was again, very near.
Because of the plastic platform soles on her boots, she could sense nothing on the ground beneath them. Turning her bound upper body this way and that, the nearly helpless slave put into action a bit of her plan, which had begun to fester hours before.
Carefully, she lowered to her knees. After the tumble by the stream, Karen knew her dress had to be ruined and there are no extra demerits for getting it any dirtier than it already was. She lay on the ground and used her legs and sensitive breasts to ferret out her quest.
She made one revolution and paused to 'listen'. The sound seemed dimmer. She rolled twice the other way then listened again. 'Yes! It's louder, but where?'
Placing her forehead to the earth, she patiently waited.
It wasn't her imagination, the vibration from the device could actually be felt when it emitted the next sound. It was near; so close that the bell hanging from the left side of her very uncomfortable gag bumped against it and, as predicted, shut it off.
Uncomfortable as it was, Karen rolled on her back then started to feel the ground with her fingers, which were about the only parts of her bound body that could move with relative freedom. Twenty minutes of inching about on the grass and she had the cable between the beeper and key ring held tightly in her left hand.
Still lying as she was, the girl felt for and captured the tether cable locked to the back of her collar with her other hand. Sitting, despite driving the plug into her very sore asshole again, Karen worked the cable between her boots and under her ankle chains. It is very slow work to use her hand and boots work all slack out of it, just a few inches at a time.
Using the same method after regaining her feet and standing, it is over an hour later that her breasts impact a tree. She stopped to recover and slow her breathing, leaning her forehead on the obstruction. As she rested, Karen took the opportunity to scratch her nose on the smooth surface.
Elated, the slave girl silently giggled and forgot her miseries. It wasn't a tree at all. The varnished pole was the center post of the walker in middle of the packed clay circle where Amber had exercised her for hours. Karen then knew exactly where she was.
Using the post to assist her balance until her knees were on the concrete foundation in which it was anchored, Karen went all the way down on her back to use her hands again. Once she located the padlock that had kept her confined all day, she worked the keys to her hand. Wearing three pairs of damp tight gloves greatly restricted her dexterity.
Many times the keys slipped from her fingers as she tried to select a different one. She than had to begin again until finally one opened the padlock and she is freed from that restraint. The hardest parts of this challenge had been met.
Amber had exercised her on the walker, rain or shine and to preserve her own polished black boots and make walking on soft ground or even make it possible wearing five-inch spike heels, a concrete walkway had been laid there. This led directly to the packed cinder road that ran along the fence and back to the stable yard.
The closed gate along the road blocked the way to the house, Karen was in the paddock beside the stable. Turning her back to it, she crouched and felt for the latch. It took time, but success is her reward.
Awkwardly, she managed to finally slip the padlock through the eye on the latch then the eye on free end of her tether. Before closing the shackle, her tired encumbered fingers worked the key ring onto it.
'Won't my pretty little mistress be surprised when she comes to find me in a few hours? If her gag permitted a smile, a satisfied grin, it would have radiated from her face. Karen had won; she'd achieved the impossible!
Straightening, she followed the fence to the stable, managed to open the door then the one to the stall bearing her ponygirl name, Crimson Breeze. Karen sank to her knees and fell asleep on the deep, soft hay.
"May I go with you, Mistress Judy? It's Saturday so I don't have school." Amber eagerly asked as the family and Judy ate the large breakfast Samantha had prepared. "I've not seen Crimson Breeze since last summer.
Dressed in white blouses, tight cream colored riding britches and knee high boots, the mistress and the trainer left the house past eight o'clock, whips in hand.
Punishing Karen, while not distasteful, was something the mistress took no, real pleasure in doing, her satisfaction came from owning a very obedient and well behaved and pretty slave girl, but her assistant did and, since her slave girl was in for a lot of punishment over the next week, Judy saw no harm in allowing her to exercise her whip arm. She reveled in controlling Karen, having absolute total control, but not in actually applying a whip to her naked flesh when that was required. Karen was in for a good whipping though, far more than two thousand strokes was Judy's guess.
Amber moved ahead to open the gate. When she tried to lift the latch; startled that it did not move, "Wha..."
Judy peered over the rail then began with a chuckle and that soon turned to laughter. Her side hurt by the time they'd climbed the fence and followed the tether into the stable.
"Up!" Judy allowed Amber to gently kick Karen's armored belly. Taking a rein from the tack room, she snapped it to her slave's collar ring and jerked it to waken the still sleeping girl. Led outside, it was used to hitch her to the rail
They filled another disk with images before putting the camera away then led Karen to the grooming station.
"You aren't supposed to be here," Judy said.
"She's all wet, Amber. Lift her petticoat so I can check her diapers."
"Diapers? You never told me about putting Crimson Breeze in a sissy scene, Mistress Judy."
"Well this isn't." Judy corrected as she removed one of her short kid glove to feel beneath the baby panties.
"They're soaked. Karen must have fallen in the stream. I'll need to change them. Be a dear and fetch the diaper bag from the trunk of my car, please? The keys are on the dresser in the guest room, Amber."
While the girl went to do that, Judy removed the palm held computer from her purse, reviewed the list of infractions then inspected her slave to total how many she'd earned.
"One thousand, three hundred eighty-seven, Karen," Judy stated when she'd completed her calculations. "Not nearly as many as I expected, but an impressive number, none the less.
"Your stockings are totally ruined so I can't even begin to count the number of runs they may have had. I'll be lenient by assuming only ten. You might guess that everything is dirty and there are at least one tear in the different parts of your dress, petti and veil. Untidy hair and makeup are givens, as well as, drool and sweat stains." She continued listing the observed infractions, "You lost your hat when you fell in the water, six garters are undone, eight buttons are missing and you only have the eyelash on your lower left lid still in place. Scuffed boots, full bag and soiled diapers finish the list of what I see and you earned five hundred by not being back before sunset.
"I'll save this should you like to review it later." Amber returned with the bag as Judy closed her purse and set it aside.
"Would you teach me how to change her diapers, Mistress Judy? If I'm to be a good mistress, I should learn that, shouldn't I?"
"Only if that turns you on," the older blonde giggled. "Hang her upside down first; it will be easier."
The grooming area outside the stable was fully equipped with a hoist to easily accomplish this. When a ponygirl, Karen had learned that Amber preferred to whip her while in suspension. With the suspension cuffs buckled to her feet and a short spreader bar between, the mistresses helped Karen to lie down then allowed the electric hoist to lift her from the ground.
"Sponge her off and dry her there, best you can, Amber," Judy advised then instructed how to pin on just three diapers and pull the waterproof panties about her hips. "Redo her garters then let her down."
"If you even try to speak, Karen, this gag will be in your mouth until you finish your cage time," Judy threatened her slave girl, kneeling before her. "I'm going to remove the sponge and give you water."
"That thing looks really bad, Mistress Judy."
"You can try it after Karen's finished, if you like," the petite mistress teased. The plate was removed and she pulled out the large sponge. Her jaws remained as fully spread as they'd been since the previous morning. Using the hose in the grooming area, Judy trickled water into her gaping cavity at a rate slow enough that Karen could swallow it.
A bottle of Hiliary's Slave Solution was in the diaper bag. After thoroughly rinsing out the sponge and squeezing the water from it, the mistress soaked the sponge with Hiliary's and stuffed it into Karen's mouth again.
"What's this stuff?" Amber read the label. "How bad is it, Mistress Judy?"
"It would be very beneficial if you tasted it. In fact, I'm going to order you to, Amber.
"Pour a cap full, put it in your mouth then swish it around, but don't swallow it." The young girl did as she was instructed. "Don't spit it out either. That's an order!" Judy was firm.
"Yuk! This stuff is horrible!" Amber reached for the hose, but Judy stopped her from rinsing out the taste.
"Remember it when you use it on her. I'll leave you what's left when I leave," the teacher grinned.
"Get two long training reins and a four foot spreader from the tack room, please? We'll also need a coil of rope." Judy unlocked the cable tether and waited until the other reins were snapped on Karen's collar, front and back, before removing the shorter one.
"You take the one in front and lead, I'll hold the other. Let it out fully. I'll do the same and control the pace where I can watch. If you feel tension or jerks, it will probably be me, so obey them."
"Where are we going, Mistress?"
"The training field, up the road." Judy unlocked the other end of the tether, coiled it and carried it with her whips and cane.
The reins were twenty-foot leather ones; with Karen between, she was slowly forced to march back to the pasture to begin working off her earned punishments.
At the perimeter of the training circle with the walker at its center, a structure identical to the one by the stable had been built. It didn't have an electric hoist though, just an old-fashioned, six part, block and tackle. Judy instructed her apprentice to remove it from the storage locker then climb the ladder on one side to hang it from the cross beam while she moved her girl underneath and had her lie down in preparation for her earned whipping.
With Amber kneeling at her side, Judy only unlocked the steel cuffs from Karen's right boot then the fit her with the long spreader. She still wore the red leather suspension cuffs. Amber really didn't need instruction, but listened intently as she rigged the rope to the rings on the cuffs then placed the middle over the hook. Together they pulled until Karen's head had cleared the ground by a foot then cleated off to an upright.
"Isn't the cable unnecessary Mistress? She can't escape like that and isn't going anywhere." Judy had reapplied the tether.
"You can never use too much bondage," Judy joked. 'No she's going nowhere until we take her back." They removed the reins and placed them in the locker for use the following morning.
"Rules for the punishment she earned," the mistress explained. "One percent of the initial total to the inside of each thigh then the same on the back of them with the cane. Her total demerits were one thousand three hundred eighty-seven, so that's fourteen in each of those spots. The balance of the earned daily ten percent, or ninety-eight, will be with your crop on the backs of her thighs. Back in the stable yard and out of diapers, her bare ass is a fair target too.
"Let me see if your remember from last summer that still know how to whip her properly, Amber."
"You're kidding, right, Mistress? Of course I remember." Amber flexed the rattan and moved to position herself to deliver the first of one hundred forty strokes that morning. Judy checked her watch, ten thirty-seven.
"Let me move the drainage bag then you may start." Judy unlocked the straps holding it to Karen's leg and hung it out of the way on one of Karen's breast rings.
"Do remember to empty this daily when she serves her cage time, Amber."
Karen had been whipped and caned by the young girl enough to know that she was quite skilled at applying these tools of punishment. Every blow would raise a deep and painful welt. Those between her legs would be the most painful and the last to fade from her tender flesh. Before the fifth, double welt was raised, tears streamed from her eyes and muffled screams and howls came from her gagged mouth.
Over the next fifty minutes, the girl had turned the pink skin into a red, blue and purple mosaic of criss-crossed welts with fourteen parallel, evenly spaced double ones characteristic of the stripes placed by a cane.
"We'll let her rest ten minutes than stand her up," Karen's mistress announced.
With the punished slave girl moaning loudly, the spreader was removed, her legs were drawn together and the two ankle cuffs were relocked about her right ankle. Amber repositioned the drainage bag while Judy tied a secure knot in the doubled rope she'd passed through the ring at the back of the hip band of the chastity belt. Efficiently they drew the rope about the small, corseted waist, crossed it behind then between Karen's breasts. It was crossed and knotted behind her leather collar then threaded through a ring on the back of the strap that pulled the steel gag back in her mouth.
"Pass me the hook, please?" Amber held it while her teacher knotted the ends of the rope.
"We'll hoist her up now." Soon, Karen had been lifted erect with her boots off the ground. She struggled to relieve the new tightness and discomfort of bearing nearly all her weight on the hard steel that passed through her crotch.
"By putting her in full suspension, her efforts to find any sort of relief will tighten the rope about as much as it possibly can be in about fifteen minutes, Amber. I'll lower her then until only her toes can touch the ground with her legs pressed tightly together and as straight as she can make them.
"If we didn't do this step first, she might work the ropes until her feet and not her chastity belt supported her."
"I see. Thanks for explaining, Mistress."
"See what you can do with her hair while I redo Karen's makeup, OK?"
"How long will you leave her back there, Mistress?" Amber asked as the pair entered the house.
"We'll go tomorrow morning and bring her back to the stable, but she'll have to walk on her own, leashed just as we took her there."
"On TV this morning, they forecasted rain for tonight, Mistress Judy."
Karen struggled to find a way to stand and ease her pains. Her legs hurt terribly from the whipping that Amber had so effectively given her. Her mistress was an expert when it involved punishment and never was there anything about the punishments Judy administered that began to approach fun, not even for a deep masochist like Karen.
The hours passed very slowly. There was no shade at all, but fortunately the early June day, though it had dawned clear, gradually became overcast and cooled.
"Be sure to walk slowly, Amber." Judy handed her the long leather rein to lead them back to the stable.
"Crimson Breeze can barely stand, Mistress."
"I know, but she has to do this all on her own. Part of the reason we're using reins as long as these, is to make sure neither of us can help when she stumbles and falls. In her little mind, Karen knows that she is all on her own and must motivate herself.
"Some might drive their slaves with a whip, force them to do their bidding. I think it is far better that Karen does it on her own without resorting to such extremes. I much prefer knowing that her actions are because she wants to obey me not that I made her obey me."
The previous day, both mistresses had worn standard, flat riding boots; Judy hadn't thought there was any possible chance that her property was going to beat all odds and succeed in accomplish the goal. Instead, the petite blonde believed they'd have to find her and trudge over the varied terrain within the acre of Karen's confinement. When they'd dressed that morning, both had laced on black boots with six-inch heels. While Judy's almost touched her crotch, the younger girl's were only knee high.
Their chosen footwear forced them to walk slowly, but the blind captive between them could only manage at a snail's pace. Fatigue from a lack of meaningful sleep and rest combined with her bondage and what Amber's whip and cane had done to her legs to turn them to rubber. She fell two dozen times in the four hours that elapsed before she was again tethered in the stable yard.
"We'll get her out of what she's wearing, suit her up again then cage her, Amber."
"I thought she was scheduled for another whipping now, Mistress?" Amber questioned.
"Be patient, Karen will feel every stroke she earned, but she needs to rest in order to appreciate them fully," Judy stated.
The petticoat could be washed and repaired for another time, but there was no point in trying to save what was left of the once pretty dress. Judy used a sharp knife to cut away the tattered remnants. While she undid the rope securing her arms to her torso, Amber used the keys to unlock all that she could.
Karen would not even think of physically resisting her mistress' desires, not that her physical state and still being blind with the contact lenses would have permitted, but Judy was thorough when changing bondage. The handcuffs remained when the wrist cuffs were released from the harness and stayed locked until they had her secured in the grooming bondage from the uprights and Karen added a padlock from the cuff's connecting chain to her steel waist belt.
"Leave that, Amber; Karen will be wearing her corset until all her punishment has been worked off." Her slave was disheartened, Karen had hoped for some relief from the terrible constriction about her rib cage.
"OK, put her in the grooming stand and clean her up please?" Amber unhitched the tether, led Karen between the uprights then crouched to clamp her ankles widely spread. With a firm hold on the gripper encircling Karen's wrist, she unlocked one handcuff and moved her arm up and out. A twist of its T-handle would cause incredible pain and a very hard one would crush bones. Samantha, her mother, had taught the girl how to use this device as one of her many contributions towards making her a skilled dominatrix.
"What about her gag, Mistress Judy?
"Unbuckle it after you remove her wig so you can clean her face thoroughly; Karen is unable to expel it. She can stay gagged a while longer until we're ready with the disciple helmet." Judy prepared all that was intended for the cage time portion of Karen's punishment to be served.
"Be sure you get off all her makeup, too." In order to accomplish that, Amber let the bridle straps hang freely while thoroughly cleansing Karen's face.
"Should I take off her rubber helmet, Mistress?"
"No, she's going to keep it on for the duration. She can barely hear now and the disciple helmet will diminish it even more."
Once washed and dried, the two mistresses prepared the girl for more punishment starting with another stopper for her butt. This one was inflatable so that she'd not leak and wouldn't be able to avoid the regularly administered enemas. Karen was very accustomed to what cage time meant; Judy used it often, not so much as punishment for having done anything wrong, but to simply keep her property confined and out of any possible trouble. Despite the discomfort, she made no sound of protest when it was inflated. The catheter and plug were stopped off until ready to enter the barred cage.
"Those are really neat, Mistress. Can Crimson Blaze actually walk in them?"
"Quite well, though I don't think she really enjoys being on her toes all day." They each laced one of the calf high boots so that the helpless Karen was forced to stand on the nine-inch heels and her toes. During the rest of her sentence, she'd not need to worry about standing much; just crawl from the cage each day so the mistress could place her in inverted suspension and whip her ass and legs.
The restraint that Judy planned for her legs consisted of two spreader bars, two-inch wide cuffs and vertical bars to hold the below the knee cuffs above the ankle cuffs. Once laced in place, Karen's ankles were held sixteen inches apart and her knees less than a foot. They dealt with Karen's still gloved hands by working them into thick and stiff leather discipline mittens, which forced her hands into tightly clenched fists curled about her bent in thumbs. Once the wide, built-in leather cuffs were wrapped snugly about her wrists and halfway to her elbows, Karen's arms were bent inwards towards her waist with her hands pointing back then each cuff padlocked at the back of the wrist and again near the top of the cuff. This not only was uncomfortable for the girl, but also very effectively made her hands totally useless for doing anything. Judy firmly believed that punishments should be without relief and absolutely no fun.
"We'll do the helmet now. Remove her gag, please, Amber?" The helmet had been actually molded of stiff leather to Karen's head then lined with rubber. There were tubes to go up her nose and a large porous gag. Handing the black shape for her assistant to hold after the jaw jack and sponge gag were extracted, Judy expertly removed the blinding contact lenses then placed the helmet before Karen's eyes could adjust to the light and focus on anything. The sentenced slave worked her jaw and tongue to adjust about and accommodate the newest obstruction filling her mouth then held still so the helmet could be tightly laced in back and locked.
"Remember to never leave her contacts in much longer then two days, Amber and never, ever leave them in under any sort of helmet or blindfold. The idea of discipline and punishment is to never harm your slave. Hurt them yes, but never cause permanent damage."
"I'll remember, Mistress Judy.
"We put her in her cage until tomorrow," Judy answered.
"I'll get the leashes."
"Amber, wait; think about how different her arms are now." Amber, while eager, was also attentive and took a long look and thought through why she'd been instructed to do so.
"If Crimson Breeze falls, she'll probably break one. Before, with them all tucked in and tightly tied, I guess the worst that was likely to happen was a bruise and she's plenty of those. How do we lead her to her cage then - just hold each arm and guide her there?"
"Precisely. Now remember to think through everything you are doing and going to do. As a mistress, you have a responsibility to protect your property." They each held one of Karen's arms to guide the stumbling slave girl inside the stable and next to the barred steel cube. Judy turned her around, eased her to her knees before the open door then knelt beside her.
"Back up, Karen," Judy ordered. She had her finger hooked through Karen's left nipple ring, ready to pull and twist it hard at the least sign of disobedience or even hesitation. Amber watched and absorbed that lesson. Karen shuffled back on her knees until the rear bars prevented any further progress; she'd been caged often before and knew what she had to do. The petite blonde moved aside so the girl could close the door and the mistress could lock it.
"Plug in her hoses please then we'll prepare her feed? Use the three liter bag."
The previous evening, Judy had made a run to the supermarket for the things needed the rest of the week when Karen would be serving her cage time. Judy placed the bag of stale bread crusts in the grinder and pulverized them to dust followed by vitamin and nutritional supplements along with Karen's daily hormones. All this was put into a food processor with enough water to fill the red rubber enema bag that would be her feedbag and four ounces of slave solution for flavor. Amber held the funnel and stoppered off after Judy had poured it all in.
"How does her gag work? I've not seen you use this one before, Mistress?" Amber watched her mentor fit a pint bag that looked like a medical IV and was labeled, Slave Solution to the smaller hose that she'd connected to the fitting before the slave's stuffed mouth on the outside of her polished helmet and hung that beside the feed bag.
"This just drips to keep the outer sponge moist and that taste always in her mouth," Judy explained then set up the enema equipment. "To feed, Karen has to close her mouth some and the other mixture will flow by gravity into her mouth through holes all around the plug. She'll then have to swallow it; no chewing needed," she giggled. "Note, I said mouth and not a hole in back that would go straight down her throat. You do not want her to drown any more than she does.
"Administer a three liter enema each morning and release it after five minutes. If the feedbag isn't empty, give her a four liter one and tell her that she will retain that until the feedbag is dry. I doubt that you will need to administer that, but remember to do it if she hasn't. Karen knows the rules she's to obey and will try her best to avoid that retention enema.
"All set here. Let's go to the house and see if we can help your mother with dinner."
"Didn't they tell you, Daddy is doing dinner for us tonight? It's Mom's birthday on Wednesday and he has to leave for Chicago in the morning, so we're sort of celebrating tonight." The women locked the stable and walked towards the house.
The size of her cage, just thirty-nine inches on a side, was such that it didn't permit Karen to lie down or do much more than sit or kneel until released. With the bondage they had applied, even those positions denied anything remotely resembling comfortable. That her hands and arms couldn't offer any assistance in seeking different positions and the trapezoid locked on her legs making independent movement extremely difficult all combined to make cage time into real punishment. The corset was inevitable, but she'd never before been laced in so tightly and without the small relief of changing it in the morning.
Amber had given her a very bad whipping, the first of ten sessions that would become progressively worse when the implement, cane or crop, fell on already deeply bruised flesh. Judy was a good, albeit sadistic mistress, when she gave her word, it was nearly absolute and little would change what was inevitable. As stated, Karen helped write the rules; she knew just what to expect when she had gotten on her knees and begged the pretty blonde to accept her as her property - her absolute slave girl.
Tasting nothing but the slave solution, Karen suckled the gag filling her mouth. Not only did her owner have the obligation to care for her property, but she had the responsibility to do so too. Despite the taste, she knew that it would contain what was needed to sustain her and after being tethered in the field and having that gag locked in her mouth, her body was already somewhat dehydrated. The punishment enema, as tightly corseted as she was, was also something to be avoided; there was a choice given her to avoid it - simply suck the feedbag dry by the time her mistress or Amber came to deliver the next whipping.
"The chicken is delicious, Bill. Is this your own recipe?" Judy complimented the barbeque.
"Pleased you like it. Samantha got it from a friend; I just changed a few ingredients, adding more garlic for starters," he replied.
"What are your plans for Karen, after she finishes this?" The brunette mistress asked.
"Judy smiled at her pupil, before answering. "I don't know. I was going to ask your daughter if she wanted me to leave Crimson Breeze here to continue her training this summer, Sam."
"That would be great, Mistress Judy. I was hoping we could discuss that," Amber enthused.
"She's yours then for the next couple of months. You did a marvelous job with her last time. Let me see what you can do to improve her by the time school starts in September," Judy grinned.
"Well … when I said I wanted to discuss it, I actually had something quite different to ask you, Mistress Judy."
"And what was that?"
"Ever since I was a little girl … I wanted to have a puppy dog." Tears had welled in Amber's pretty eyes, threatening to ruin her makeup.
"I'm sure your parents wouldn't object to that," the mistress encouraged. "Have you asked them, Amber?" Judy hadn't caught on to what was being requested.
Samantha explained, "Our daughter is very allergic to real dogs and cat dander is even worse. We can't take her over to one of our friends' home because of their animals, even if their pets are in another room; her allergies are that bad."
"Oh, I'm sorry…" Suddenly their guest started to giggle and it became a hearty laugh.
"How silly of me. Now why couldn't I see what you were asking?
"Well, it's different. I'll help you plan things; that should be fun, Amber, but we'll have to wait until her punishment is over before we can try to convince Karen to agree. OK?"
"Agree? She's your slave girl, Judy!" Bill exclaimed. "Slaves do as their owners wish; they're not asked first."
"On that you are very wrong, Bill," Judy explained. "That isn't the way it is at all, between Karen and me. Our relationship is a consensual one and I'm not about to even think of changing that."
"That's absurd! I heard you and our daughter telling Samantha about the punishment you are giving her while I was cooking on the grill; you can't expect me to believe Karen agreed to a fourteen hundred stoke whipping and being locked in that cage for a week and a half between sessions?"
Amber took over, "You are wrong, daddy. Last summer, a few days after Mistress Judy had left, I had a very long talk with Crimson Breeze." She stopped and turned to Judy.
"I know you told me that the ponygirl was forbidden to talk, Mistress, but I just had to understand where her head was at. I accept whatever punishment I earned for being disobedient."
"I'll not punish you, Amber. Go on." Judy reached to pat the girl's hand; reassuring her that it was all right.
"I'd worked her very hard all morning and not judged how exhausted I'd made her, I whipped her a few times when she stopped prancing like I'd told her to. Crimson Breeze straightened, whinnied then began again. I was about to whip her more for moving without my command, but it suddenly clicked. I walked her then until she'd cooled and let her water in the trough. I had to have a better understanding of why she did this; just what drove her."
"Daddy," Amber met his eyes, "Crimson Breeze wanted me to train her. Somehow, the fact that her owner had turned her over to a relative stranger, completely entrusting her to me, gave her a big thrill and motivated her to try to please me in any way that she could.
"Mistress Judy had never told me they had discussed this after the previous summer, but they had. Recall that first time, Mistress had been here the entire time. Crimson Breeze thought it would be fun if I had complete control.
"The point I'm trying to make is, things are discussed, even if in just general terms, and agreed to before they are acted upon. Yes, I discussed her training with her in depth and it was a lot of the ideas in Crimson Breeze's head that I used the rest of last summer, I'm confident that the slave girl agreed to even the punishment she's serving now."
Bill smiled and nodded his understanding.
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