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Collected by Djian
Jessica Brown
A Story of Bondage / Imprisonment
Chapter 4
All rights owned by Master Ken
- - - Jessica's first day on the......"job"
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Bart hustled Jessica out of Dr. Masters' office and down a long dark hallway. Here there was no oak
paneling, just green painted walls. Jessica had to take three rapid 12" steps to each one of her guard's
and her ankles were hurting her from the strain of her high heels and the chafing of the ankle straps as
they twisted with each step. Her shoulders hurt, too; and her face was hot and her ears buzzed from the
tightness of the cloths so tight about her mouth and lower face. Jessica wondered how LONG she could
endure the pressures then at once recognized the futility of the thought..."P/E"..."NO ONE but me is
authorized to remove your gag"...<"But, GOD, doesn't he know it HURTS?!?!?...what am I thinking, he
knows!">
Bart steered her into a small room, also painted that dull green color. There was a counter the length of
one wall with heavy wire screening reaching to the ceiling. A young woman stood behind the only
opening. Her hands rested patiently on the Formica and Jessica could see her wrists were handcuffed
with a 6-8" chain between them. There was a gag in her mouth...a white towel with a large center knot.
She wore a faded blue short sleeved dress with square cut neckline...<"right out of a women's prison "B"
movie"...Jessica mused.>
She pulled the cloth from her mouth and smiled at Bart as he handed her Jessica's folder. She did not
speak and Jessica saw the deep red pressure marks on her mouth and cheeks...she wondered how
long this woman had been gagged. In a corner of the supply room was a small, raised platform, or stage
perhaps four feet square. Two steps led up to it. Two floodlights mounted in ceiling fixtures shone on the
stage and although Jessica hadn't yet seen it. A video camera had been mounted on the opposite wall.
Also, on the stage, actually mounted on the wall was a sort of padded frame. Two vertical canvas covered
"bumpers" with pulleys between and a large electric motor bolted to the stage beneath them. Jessica had
NO idea what it was.
Bart leaned on his elbow at the counter and Jessica tried not to shuffle her feet in the too-high heels. Her
feet hurt but it was hard to keep her balance standing still, so she almost HAD to keep moving. The clerk
had disappeared into the stock room. After a few minutes, she returned with a white plastic laundry
basket that seemed to contain items of clothing. The clerk who's stenciled dress read "MARY"
"slave/assistant", spoke for the first time.
"What the hell happened Mrs. Brown? We heard you were headed for a cushy job in the kitchen".
Poor Jessica could only stare mutely and try to understand...Bart spoke up and walked over to Mary "What
now?"
"I don't know...they had her set for "food prep" but it's crossed out and now she's "MAID / NOVICE" and
White Hanky!!!
Jessica listened intently with no clue to what was happening...still she sensed there was something to
fear...greatly!"
<hehehe> I guess Masters doesn't like her," Bart laughed.
"No," Mary muttered, "Looks more like he DOES!"
Then, leaning toward a microphone on the counter she spoke, "Slave assistant Nora to supply!"
Mary referred back to Jessica's papers and spoke to no one in particular. "HMmmmm..... nothing here
about her hair...Guess she keeps the kerchief for now."
There was the now familiar sound of rustling cellophane and the rapid click of hobbled high-heeled
shoes and Nora rounded the corner and into the room. She was still wearing the plastic jumpsuit and
what looked like the same RKG in her mouth but now her hands were cuffed behind her back. She
seemed surprised to see Jessica standing there but walked to Mary's window.
"I had to call you Nora," Mary explained, "Linda's in solitary for three days and of course, my chain doesn't
go that far." <heeheehehehe!>
Saying that Mary shook her foot behind the counter and for the first time, Jessica realized the clerk was on
a tether which kept her in the supply cage.
"NNNNGGNFFFFG" was Nora's best reply.
Mary questioned, "Why are you still in plastics?" then remembered that the slave could not answer
although "mmmmmmmmfffffmrrrrnn" Nora tried.
"Anyway, Nora, get this one ready!" and Mary pushed the basket through the window and Bart put it on the
floor near the stage. He approached Nora and with his key unlocked the black handcuffs from one wrist.
He chuckled to himself wondering if the black women get black handcuffs?...Nora turned and lifted her
face to him.
"Naw, you don't need the gag off...you're fine!"
Nora tried to beguile him with sweetly raised eyebrows but Bart wanted none of her. Nora began her
work. She half guided, half pulled the prisoner, Jessica, onto the stage and stood her in the middle of the
platform. Playfully, Nora fluttered her eyelashes and waved to the camera.
<"OH GOD!!!!"> Only then did Jessica see the video camera's red light winking at the scene on stage. The
floodlights felt warm and sun-like as Jessica's plastics heated up. Mary spoke from across the room.
"Mrs. Brown...Listen carefully! Nora will have to release your bonds in order to dress you. You are
reminded not to move a muscle unless instructed to do so by me."
Bart casually moved to his left and his bulk covered the doorway. Jessica had no thoughts of escaping.
The clerk handed Nora a huge pair of scissors, the points of which had been ground and rounded. Nora
moved briskly to unfasten the cuffs at Jessica's extremities. Her own open handcuff kept getting in her
way. With the cuffs and collar open, Nora began snipping at Jessica's suit and in a minute it was in a pile
on the stage. Jessica's clammy skin felt instantly cold, in spite of the floodlights. In the eye of the whirring
camera, Jessica stood on high heels, hobbled, hands bound behind her with only her nose and eyes
exposed, her face encircled by the head scarf. Standing on the floor so as not to block the camera's view
of Jessica, Nora reached into the basket and took out a bra, checked it out quickly then reached back in
for two copper colored objects. Puzzled at first, Jessica suddenly recognized them as being "pot
cleaners", "Scrubbies",… or "Scratchies" or something. Before the captive could wonder what they were
for, Nora tucked one in each of the bra cups. She climbed the stage and stood behind Jessica then
reached around and fitted the bra over her breasts, fastened the snaps and then adjusted the straps over
her shoulders. Then strangely, she produced a small plastic bottle and inserting the tip in Jessica's bra
cups, drizzled a cold creamy substance into the wiry stuffing. Immediately, Jessica felt a sensation she
couldn't identify but it was NOT pleasant.
The prisoner's nipples began to sting! or even more like they were HOT! Surprisingly, Jessica's mind
flashed back to the hapless maid, Sally and how she had seen her efforts to avoid Bart's deliberately
patting her breasts...Was this the reason? Jessica thought so...!
"OOOOONNNNNNNFFFFFFFGGGGHHRRRRGG!" In fear more than pain, Jessica' wailed into her gag
for the first time...she HAD TO!! Then suddenly it happened!! In exercising her vocal cords, the gagging
wad touched her throat and the awful syndrome of heaving and retching began anew!! She had to have
HELP!!...had to have the gag OFF!!...her eyes searched the faces of everyone for help...no-one moved to
her...Nora backed down from the stage and watched....Jessica was doubled over now!, her bound hands
clawed at thin air behind her!! <"No one but me is authorized to remove your gag"...Masters' words were
like a fuzzy echo in her brain...There would be no help > And then it stopped. The awful tickling at her
throat subsided and she gasped for breath blowing mucous out of her nose with the force of her
breathing. Only then did Nora chance coming forth and gently guided Jessica to a seat on the edge of the
stage. No one spoke for what seemed like several minutes when Mary with real concern in her voice
repeated...
"Never try to make a sound in an E/P gag...Didn't they tell you that ????"
<"No, Jessica thought, but Masters had surely shown me. Too soon, Nora pulled at Jessica's elbow and
hauled her back on stage...Nora seemed nervous now as she realized the camera had seen her
moment of compassion...Would she pay for her weakness? Quickly she withdrew from the basket a wide
strip of leather-trimmed canvass…the heaviest of duck material and Jessica saw long heavy laces
attached and realized it was some kind of corset. Nora climbed onto the stage and fitted the garment
about Jessica's waist then threaded the laces and gathered then together and flipped them into a loose
knot. Then Nora did a strange thing. Without warning and in the camera's head-on view she reached
under Jessica's arms and began to jostle her breasts, nearly slapping! them up and down! The bound
captive's feet stamped and she twisted wildly to avoid the guard's abuse. She was careful not to make a
sound...but OH! how she wanted to scream as the burning sensation returned to her tender breasts. Mary
and Bart looked on in amazement...only Nora knew she was trying in the only way she could think of, to
undue the moment of kindness she had shown her charge. Mary sought to get control of things.
"Uh,...er,…Mrs. Brown, that's a waist cincher she's putting you in. I'm sorry, but it's called for on your
chart...getting a little figure training in, I guess." She tried to make her voice seem lighter.......
Meanwhile, something had caught Nora's eye and she reached back into the basket taking out an object
she did not recognize. It was a bag of some sort, heavy, made of three or four layers of green striped dish
toweling. <"the kind they gag the maids with">, she thought. There was a heavy corded drawstring. Mary
anticipated her question. "It's something new for each prisoner...started today...In fact, Mrs. Brown here
gets the first one!" She grinned at Jessica. "It's a head hood to be used for traveling or isolation, too, I
guess. If you have to take a prisoner out of the building she gets a hood!" Nora fingered the device and
started to grin as she approached Jessica.
<"Oh shit no!...she's not!">
In an instant, the thick cloth was pulled down over Jessica's head and she felt the double drawstring
tighten around her neck. The loss of her vision frightened her. In her gagged state, only her nostrils were
free and now with each breath, the hood slapped against her nose and she had to breathe through the
cloth..... then it was blown away as she exhaled only to return <"OH! what next!?!? this GAG!! now THIS!!">
An even wilder thought almost would have made her smile if she could have...The smell of the towel bag
was of sweet fresh air! And here, a helpless captive, hundreds of miles from home. She thought of
Master Ken and their talks of freshly laundered towels...Unseen hands now guided her backward two or
three short steps and positioned her back against the padded frame on the wall. Nora was doing
something with the corset. Jessica couldn't tell what. Then she felt a single hand on her chest pressing
her against the "thing"...then the vibration of the motor running...Suddenly! The corset was
tightening…slowly tightening even tighter. Instinctively, she drew in her stomach and the corset kept
TIGHTENING!!!
<"THE MACHINE IS DOING THE CORSET!!"> Jessica was panicking. She couldn't take a breath. She
thought she would suffocate!!! The machine stopped but there was no relief, no give in the corset and she
felt the tug as Nora tied the laces. She felt like she was being squeezed into two pieces!! Somehow,
through ALL the confining cloths, she could hear Mary yell.
"Mrs. Brown! Breath shallow from the chest! You'll be OK! Nora, she should be twenty-six inches! That
what you got? OK..."
Mary wrote something on the chart. Nora returned to the basket and retrieved a package containing a new
uniformed dress, Size 8.
"Wait a minute Nora, I've changed my mind. If this one's going into Novice/maid she'll wreck a new
uniform. Let me see what else I have here!" And Mary disappeared to the tune of her jingling tether chain.
Nora, meanwhile was busy enjoying the sight of Jessica's hood puffing up and collapsing with each
labored breath. Mary pushed a bundle of faded gray cloths through the window and Nora picked it up. She
shook it out and shrugged her shoulders. It was a housemaid's dress as worn by the Novices. Long and
plain with a big white starched pilgrim collar and sleeves that reached past the wrists and ended in cuffs
that had to be starched also. With it was a large white bib apron that would cover her chest and reach to
the hem of her uniform. After countless launderings, the dress and apron carried stains that would never
come clean. Nora undid the 15-20 buttons that 'ran' from throat to hem then tossed the dress over her
shoulder and approached Jessica. She untied the prisoner's hands, confident that she would be no
problem as long as she was hooded. Right arm first, she pulled the dress on to Jessica's back. As the
left arm went into it's sleeve the dress pulled tight. Nora brought it together in front and began to button
from the bottom. The dress was nearly two sizes to small for it's wearer, Nora thought but she kept
buttoning and was not surprised that it fit quite well around Jessica's strangled waist. Nora remembered
the cruel "training bra" and decided to retie Jessica before she got near it. This time, she positioned the
wrists palm to palm and wrapped the hands several times before cinching them and securing them to
Jessica's now thinner waist. She took another length of rope and tied Jessica's elbows together, finally
pulling so hard as to almost make them touch. This position pushed the breasts forward...Jessica's
torso wriggled and she moaned softly trying to find relief...Now, Nora finished buttoning the dress. The
too-tight dress put terrible pressure on Jessica's "tender" breasts, pushing the metal scouring pads hard
against them. The dress parted wide between each button but Nora continued until the top and the collar
button met the fabric of Jessica's kerchief. Now the caricature of an apron was pinned onto her chest, the
waist ribbons tied in a bow behind the back under her hands. Finally, from the basket, a white lace hanky
was pinned at her shoulder like a corsage. The hanky code was used at M.I.T. so that all-comers could
know what level of bondage the subject should be wearing. White was maximum, requiring the prisoner
to have hands and arms bound and a compound gag at all times. Staff members delighted in
discovering any variances...and punishing them.
"You know that uniform's not ironed and her apron's a mess." Bart was speaking softly into Mary's
ear...That's a lousy thing to do to a new woman".
Mary gave him a sideways glance.
"Oh sure Bart, just wait a second I'll get my iron out !!...She's here for discipline, I'm helping her out
<giggle>"
Bart then reached through Mary's window and untied the gag now hanging from her neck.
"Come on!" Bart held up the white RKG. "We're about ready to leave and this goes back". Mary swallowed
hard and reluctantly leaned her face toward him. Her mouth popped open like a baby bird. Bart placed his
hand at the back of her neck and with difficulty forced the huge knot of cloth into her mouth. Bart enjoyed
this part of his job to the fullest and as he tied the towel ends behind Mary's neck he pulled them TIGHT.
He enjoyed seeing the fabric sink into her cheeks and the way her eyes took on a helpless look at once.
Standing so close to the pretty brunette, he just couldn't help taking her face in his hands and planting a
kiss on her gag! Bart fumbled with his big ring of keys then selected one and released Mary's left
handcuff. Slowly, robot-like, she turned around and lifted her hands onto the counter behind her. He
replaced the cuff and drew it snug. In seconds, the bright young "supply manager" had reverted to a
bored, bound, M.I.T. slave. A gleam came into Bart's eye...and he smiled broadly..."Hey Mary...get me one
of them new bag things!<hehehehehe>"
Mary's eyes widened "NNNOoooffgggg!!"
Barts smile vanished..."GET IT!"
Their eyes locked for a few seconds and Mary scuffled down the racks, returning quickly with a "travel
hood" held behind her back, turned around and raised her cuffed hands to Bart. The guard took the bag
and studied it briefly, turning it inside out and back. Then he stood at Mary's window and beckoned with
one finger. Slowly shaking her head, she leaned forward and her head disappeared into the bag. In his
usual excess, Bart pulled! the bag down hard and tied it off too tightly about Mary's neck. She was OK but
her temples throbbed a bit...and it was hot in the triple-insulated hood and pitch black.! As evidenced by
the bulge in his pants, there was no doubt Bart was excited at the sight of the two bound and hooded
women under his control. Then his attention turned to Nora. This was not a new scene to either of them.
He nodded to the black salve and she walked toward him then promptly turned her back. Bart recuffed
both wrists, prisoner style...palms facing out, cuffs snug between hand and wristbone. He picked up a
length of ever-present rope and lashed her elbows together till she winced in discomfort and the elbows
nearly touched. She turned around on cue and dropped heavily onto her knees on the hard floor.
Bart, meanwhile had loosened his pants and they fell to his ankles. His huge penis, rock hard, stood out
of the fly in his briefs. Nora's eyes were fixed on the object and she nervously tried to swallow as Bart
removed her RKG and tossed it aside. After a moment's hesitation, the woman took a deep breath and
closed her eyes. As her mouth opened slowly, she leaned forward…Bart closed his eyes, his head
rested back against the wall.
<"Yes, this job does have it's little "perks" >
What a sight to anyone entering "supply". Two women restrained and hooded < matching hoods :) > and
a third now resting back on her heels as a man fits a huge knotted towel between her teeth and knots it
behind her head.
"Thank's Nora, Bart whispered to her...you're gettin' better all the time <chuckling> Bart help her up and
gave her a resounding smack on the ass as she moved for the door. Ungagged, she would have yelped.
Now, with a "nmfggf!" she hobbled out and back down the hall. Bart turned his attention to Jessica still
standing on the stage and literally lifted her off and to the floor.
"OK, Mrs. Brown, you have work waiting for you...let's go!"
"MMMMFFggggNNNgggMMFF!!!!!" The surprisingly loud sound came inside Mary's hood. She knew well
what Bart was up to with Nora and why he had blindfolded her but now she wanted OUT! Bart laughed at
her plight..." You look adorable in your new bonnet, dear! Maybe someone else will take it off for you!
<hehehehe...>"
"NNNNNoooooofffeeeeessss"!!!" Mary's last pleading sound was pitiful, but Bart smiled, took Jessica's
arm and steered her out of the supply room.
They turned left and proceeded out the corridor and left again. Jessica couldn't know but they were back
in the main paneled hallway...opposite from where they had come and headed deeper into the mansion.
Bart stopped them at a gigantic set of oak doors that reached nearly to the fifteen-foot ceiling. With
difficulty, even for him, Bart pulled open one door and they entered. In the middle of the room, he fumbled
with and finally undid the fine rope at Jessica's throat and soon the towel bag was pulled up off her head.
After however long in the hood, Jessica's eyes hurt as she squinted, though the room was not brightly lit.
The hair that slipped out from under her white kerchief was wet and matted...the kerchief was damp as
well. Her head felt cold. Jessica immediately thought <"This room is beautiful!">
It seemed to be a den and trophy room. There were leather sofas, leather overstuffed chairs, shiny wood
tables everywhere and hunting trophies bedecked the walls...Animal heads...Guns...There were brass
lamps on each table with green shades. Brass sconces hung about the walls, brass plaques under
each trophy. The hardwood floors were gleaming. A few throw-rugs accented the furniture. On one wall
was a full length three sided mirror... the kind one might find in a tailor's or dress shop. Bart led her to a
small cabinet door built into a corner.
"All your cleaning supplies are in here"
<"OhGOD!" Jessica gasped silently as it all struck her...in her mind she saw "Sally",...helplessly bound,
breasts on fire, mouth stuffed with her thick dust cloth...Oh, NO!...please God!!! >
"This room is your responsibility and it is a big one...This is where Dr. Master's takes cocktails and
receives visitors. So you WILL be rather under the gun as it were <chuckle..>"
Bart pointed to yet another video camera in a far corner mounted near the ceiling. "<hehehehehe!> Big
brother is watching...all the time Mrs., watching for any of the maids helping themselves to anything or
WORSE taking any little "breaks". You must understand that this is not a union job! While it is very
important that your work be done properly, as it WILL be inspected. The work is first and foremost
PUNISHMENT! You are NOT an employee. You are a PRISONER/SLAVE! and that will not change." Bart
looked at his watch. "Well Mrs., I'm famished so I'm not about to do any training...We'll fix you up to do a
job you've already seen <chuckle!>"
He walked to the cabinet and took out a large sparkling white cloth.
"You remember Sally don't you Mrs.,?"
<"Oh God..I knew it!">
"Well, until 8:00, you can dust the place as you saw her doin' it...Sit down!" Bart returned to the cabinet and
this time returned with a big gaily-colored flowered scarf. Reaching behind Jessica's head, he unknotted
the thick towel and attempted to remove the knot. He had the same problem she had had in Masters'
office and he also tried pulling down on her jaw and rolling the cloth out and it worked.
<"Oh! Ah! My jaw...just have to close it a minute!!>
As Jessica desperately sought to relax her jaw she found that the wadding still back in her mouth was
between her molars. Her jaw closed only slightly! Bart, meanwhile, had removed her kerchief and folded
it to a band only an inch in width. Already he was stuffing Jessica's mouth with the dry cotton napkin,
packing in the material until it met the sodden wadding already in it's place. The scarf band was pulled
into the dust cloth and disappeared between Jessica's teeth and was tied off at the back. Bart then
carefully tugged and fluffed at the mass of white nearly obscuring Jessica's face till it was unfurled. He
then replaced her kerchief with a fresh one tied tightly under her chin.
"OK Mrs., you got about three hours of dustin' to do! When you've got every service perfect, just go around
again till the time's up."
The giant looked down into his captive's sad and tired eyes. "Remember! Keep your face rubbin' on the
furniture and keep in motion. Don't stop or you'll pay dearly, Mrs. They'll be watching you like a hawk."
Bart turned and quickly walked out of the room. The enormous door closed slowly then Jessica thought
she heard a key turning a lock. The hapless woman was starved, exhausted, frightened, confused and
add to that…now, she had to go to the bathroom! Jessica glanced at the winking red eye of the camera,
and summoning up what was left of her will power, she approached a small table beside the sofa and
began to lean her face toward it. Only then did she realize that with the corset in place she couldn't bend
over! In horror, she remembered the insulting pose Sally had struck...with her legs bent at the knees,
back straight and her butt in the air. Jessica realized THAT was the only way to reach her face to the table.
Slowly, testing, Jessica's legs lowered, her torso flattened and she approached the table and buried her
face in the cloth.
< In Chapter V The good Doctor takes an "interest" in Jessica >
End Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 coming soon