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Collected by Djian

Author: Hawaiian Heat
Email:   hheat@newsguy.com
Date: 1998/07/03

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Rex-Molder@usa.net wrote:

Although I am married and love my wife, I feel like a stranger to her
now. I still see her a few days every week and we occasionally have sex,
but she spends by far most of her time with her blackmailer, who for all
practical purposes owns her now. What I am about to tell you is for the
most part her story told by me, but I can't help occasionally expressing
my feelings at this ordeal occasionally also. I do not enjoy this at all
like some men seem to and neither does she.

"Better Than Prison"

The Beginning

My wife is a CPA who worked for a large weapons manufacturing
corporation. She was in charge of accounts for several foreign
governments and was good at her job. What she didn't know is that other
members of her corporation had been modifying some of her records to
cover up dealings with the Iraqi government, which are very illegal.
Everything went unnoticed for quite a while until the IRS performed a
surprise audit on her department. The audit took several days and when
it was finished everything seemed to be in order. A few days later the
head of the auditing team, a black man named Ron, called to set up an
appointment with her, saying there were a few things they needed to
discuss. When he arrived at her office he was acting very different than
he did at the audit. Instead of his previous professional behavior he
was being very obvious in his lewd appraisal of my wife. Although she
was conservatively dressed in business attire, he seemed to be paying a
lot of attention to her breasts and legs and wasn't trying to hide it.
After he handed her a stack of documents and she had read them she became
very nervous. The documents showed evidence of the cover up which she
knew nothing about until now. However all evidence of the dealings
pointed directly back to her. "Mrs Jones, as you can see I seem to have
uncovered a very serious matter in my investigation. The evidence I have
here links you to the cover-up of sales of classified technology to a
foreign government. I easily have enough evidence at this time to bring
in the FBI and have you arrested for espionage and convicted. However I
would hate to see a beautiful and educated woman like yourself sent tot
prison for the rest of her life so I am willing to offer you a deal." By
now she had finished reading the papers and knew he was right. Tears
were running down her cheeks and she dreaded to hear what he would say
next. "Life in prison is a very long time Sarah so I have designed a
deal that would last only five years at the end of which all evidence of
this smatter linked to you would be disposed of. It would involve you
quitting your job here and working as my personal secretary for this
period. As you probably imagine it would also involve much more, but I
think you will agree that almost anything for five years is better than
the alternative. I don't want an answer now. I want you to go home and
discuss this with your husband tonight and make a decision. If it is yes
you will meet me at the Riverdale Club for dinner on Friday. Please
dress appropriately." Once he had left my wife told her co workers
she was ill, which she was , and went home. That night she told me
everything. I was as shocked and upset as she was, but after a lengthy
discussion of our options finally decided she should agree. After all
how bad could five years be with him. We knew she would be expected to
have sex with him but that's not unbearable. The next day she gave her
notice at work and prepared for Friday night. She selected a black
cocktail dress and stockings, 3" heels and modest jewelry. She looked
like a lovely, well dressed, professional woman which she was. Little
did we know that this would be the last time for five years that she
would dress so conservatively. He was waiting for her when she arrived
at the club. They sat at a back table away from the main crowd. At
first he insisted on a nice dinner with plenty of wine during which my
wife could hardly keep he food down she was so nervous. After dessert he
brought out some papers and began the proposal. "Sarah, I mentioned
earlier that you would work for me, but it is more like you will be my
slave since you will be expected to do anything I ask without hesitation.
I'm sure you already realize sex will be involved, but it is actually
much more than that. I want you be fully aware of that before you close
the deal." Sarah felt worse than ever. What could he mean? She knew
she really had no choice however bad it may be. Prison would certainly
be worse. "I accept Mr. Brown." "Good decision Sarah. Now if you will
sign this contract. It simply states that you agree to be my employee
for a period of five years from today, and if you should breach that
contract you agree to repay your salary with an interest rate of 27%.
But remember, the real incentive is if you breech the contract all
evidence will immediately be turned over to the FBI. Please sign here."
After they had finished the deal he told her to report to his office a
week from the next Monday. He also gave here a large envelope which he
said contained instructions for how she should be dressed when she
arrived. When she returned home I listened as she told me the details,
which seemed to keep getting worse. Next we opened the enveloped. Her
instructions read: "You will wear a black skirt no longer than six
inches above the tops of your knees, a white blouse, black stockings,
4" heels, and hoop earrings minimum of 3" in diameter. In addition, bras
and panties are strictly forbidden without special approval from me.
Special consideration should also be taken with your make up. If I am
not pleased with it you will be punished. Be at work at 8:00 in that
uniform or the deal is off." The part about the bra was most disturbing
for Sarah. My wife’s breasts were not huge, only 36C. But they were not
small and she never went out without a bra. In the next few weeks she
would learn that things can always be worse.

End of Part 1

Part 2 "First Day at the New Job"

Sarah’s dreaded first day at her new job had finally arrived.
She had trouble sleeping the night before so she was up early getting
ready. She showered and shaved her legs. Next she styled her shoulder
length, sandy blond hair, and applied her make-up. It was heavier and
less conservative as normal as per her new boss’ instructions. Finally
she got dressed. She slid the black stockings up her long legs and
stepped into the black skirt. It was shorter than what she would
normally wear to work, but with her long legs it wasn’t too revealing.
The blouse on the other hand was. It was quite obvious that she wasn’t
wearing a bra. Her nipples were visible through the fabric and they
weren’t even erect. She forced herself not to cry so her makeup wouldn’t
be smeared. Finally she stepped into her heels and put on the earrings.
Next to the blouse the earrings were the most sluttish part of her
attire. I kissed her good-bye and told her to do what she had to do and
not to worry about what I would think. I would love her no matter what.
When she arrived at the office all she could think of were her
breasts. She felt them sway as she walked and felt as if every eye was
on them. Finally she made it to her new boss’ office. He immediately
ushered her in and shut the door. He sat down behind his desk and left
her standing. "I see you followed the orders about the bra but what
about the panties?" "I followed your instructions Mr. Brown," she said.
"You don’t expect me to take your word for it do you? I want you to show
me. And another thing; You will address me as sir from now on.
Understand?" "Yes Sir." "Now lift your skirt and show me what a good
girl you are." Tears began to form in Sarah’s eyes as she slowly lifted
her skirt and revealed herself to him. He made her stand like this for
several minutes and finally told her to sit down. When she did he
immediately screamed "Stand UP!" "From now on you will ensure that your
ass makes contact with whatever you are sitting on at all times. Now try
it again." She raised the back of her skirt and sat on the cold leather
chair. Her bare flesh reminded her she was lacking panties. He then
told her that she would sit up straight with her hands in her lap and
knees together. "This is how you will sit at all times until instructed
otherwise." Next he showed her to her desk outside his office. The desk
was not unusual but the chair was a simple metal folding type. "We don’t
want you to get too comfortable and fall asleep do we?" A camera was
mounted in the far corner and was connected to a monitor in his office.
"This is so I can observe you at all times and make sure you are
following the rules." For the rest of the day she sat at the desk
and typed documents. She wasn’t given a lunch break and soon needed to
use the bathroom. Finally she couldn’t stand it any more and had to ask.
When she did he told her that he would tell her when she could go and it
wasn’t now. She sat there for another hour and finally he called her
into his office. "You may use my bathroom now, but you will keep the
door open." She was relieved but also very embarrassed. Luckily he
seemed to pay no attention. Five o’clock came and went and she
continued typing, wondering when he would finally let her go home. It
was 7:00 when he called her back into the office. "I am going to let
you go home now, but first I have some instructions for you. When you
arrive here tomorrow I want you to have each ear pierced twice and in
each ear there will be one gold and one silver ring like the one you have
in today. You may go now." She finally arrived home at 9:00 after
going to the mall and having her ears pierced again and purchasing
additional earrings. We discussed what had happened during the day and
agreed it hadn’t been that bad. It was much better than the alternative.
The rest of the week went much the same. At the end of each day he
gave her a requirement for the next. On Tuesday she was ordered to wear
seamed stockings the next day. Wednesday he told her to purchase and
wear a tight spandex skirt. Thursday she was required to have her hair
dyed black and cut into a bob similar to what was popular in the 20’s.
Friday he told her that he expected her pubic hair to be shaved on Monday
and to remain that way until told otherwise. This was the most
embarrassing of the orders but it still wasn’t bad. After all he hadn’t
touched her or ordered her to do anything extreme. We still expected
that he would ask for sex soon enough though. But we could never have
imagined how much more he would ask for.

Part 3 "Clothes Make the Woman"

For the next two weeks she received an order to carry out before
the next work day. She had each ear pierced two more times for a total
of four large hoops in each. She was now required to wear 5" heels to
work. He told her that any hair found on her body other than on her head
and her eyebrows would bring swift punishment. Her make-up instructions
were heavier and she now wore long false fingernails. None of the orders
she had received over the first three weeks were very bad in themselves,
but combined they gave her a rather sluttish appearance. Although I am
ashamed to admit it, I began to enjoy, her new look. She was embarrassed
by the changes at first but was beginning to get used to them. It was
the lack of bra and panties that bothered her the most. Her feet were
also bothering her a little from the high heels but she had the weekends
to recuperate. On Monday of her fourth week as his secretary, he called
her into his office at quitting time as usual. She stood in front of his
desk at rigid attention with her hands behind her back, just like she had
been taught. He finally spoke, "Sarah, I feel it is time to progress
your punishment a little. I have been very easy on you these first few
weeks and I think you are forgetting the seriousness of your situation.
I have a little reminder planned. Tomorrow morning don’t bother coming
to work. I will be at your house at 9:00. Be dressed just as you would
be for work. You may go home now." That night as we discussed
things we decided it was probably sex that he had in mind. Sarah cried
herself to sleep and I was awake most of the night imagining this man
doing as he pleased with my wife with nothing I could do to stop him,
less she go to jail. The clothes he was making her wear had turned me on
but now the reality of our situation hit me. She was going to be fucked
by this large, black man who could do anything he wanted to her; Things
that I hadn’t been allowed to do in our 7 years of marriage and probably
never would. I left for work the next morning as my beautiful wife
prepared herself to be raped. I felt more helpless as I drove away than
I ever had in my life. At 9:15 Ron arrived. Sarah let him in and he
told her to make him coffee. After he had finished reading the paper,
with Sarah standing next to him awaiting his command, he told her to sit
down. "I have come here today to make some changes in your wardrobe.
The clothes you wear to work suit you nicely but I doubt that you are
quite so fashionable away from the office. From this day on you will
wear only what you have permission from me to wear at all times. I will
require that you wear certain items and outfits at particular times." He
had her lead him upstairs to our bedroom where they began to go through
her clothes. Before they began he had her get several large trash bags
from the kitchen. The first items he inspected were her bras and
panties. He made her try on each item which took nearly an hour and when
they were finished she was left with only two pairs of panties and four
bras. The panties were both g-strings which she wore only on very
special occasions. Two of the bras were the push up type which she also
never wore, one had cutouts for her nipples which I had bought for her
several years ago on our anniversary, and the last was a normal one which
appeared not to be hers since it was so tight and barely covered her C
cup breasts. "Just because I have left these items for you doesn’t mean
you will wear them without my permission," he told her firmly. All of
her slacks were thrown in the bags along with all of her business outfits
except one. Each dress and skirt was measured on her and discarded if it
was lower than 6" above her knees. That left her with about five. All
shoes were tossed out if they had less than 3" heels except for one pair
of running shoes. "Once you replace these with something a little more
suitable for a woman of your position we will get rid of them also," he
assured her. She was surprised to see that he let her keep all of her
slips and camisoles. But her surprise faded when he said, " These are
now to be worn as outer garments." Once she was dressed back in her work
uniform he made her carry each of the bags to his car. "Be at work at
1:00," he told her as he left. She was so relieved when he was gone that
he hadn’t forced himself on her that she didn’t give much thought to the
implications of her new wardrobe. Soon she would understand.

Part 4 "A New Game"

Before going home at the end of the day she was called into Ron’s
office to receive her order for the night. "Do you remember your
instructions on dress Sarah?", he asked. I’m only allowed to wear what
you tell me sir and I have to ask your permission," she answered timidly.
"That’s right. I think tonight you should begin getting used to going
nude while you are at home. I am giving you permission to wear the
shoes and stockings you have on now and nothing else. We both know that
there is really no way for me to know if you follow my guidance, but
remember what you have to lose if you don’t. As you know I live only a
few blocks away from you and may stop in at any time to check. Therefore
if I knock on your door I expect you to answer it immediately. Tomorrow
I want you to bring me a key so I can let myself in at will. You may
leave." My wife was already there when I got home that night. I was
curious as to why she was dressed as she was in her stockings and the
painful heels she normally removed the second she got home. But I was
more worried about what had happened that morning. When she told me he
hadn’t touched her I was greatly relieved. After discussing things we
both agreed that it was best for her to follow his instructions on dress.
At least for now until we saw how things would go. There was no reason
to take a chance on upsetting him. I was once again ashamed to admit
that my wife’s forced appearance was exciting me. Her smoothly shaved
body left the puffy lips of her cunt very exposed, and the 5" heels
accented her long legs. The next day the afternoon ritual of receiving
an instruction for the next day changed a little. "I have devised a new
method of selecting your tasks," he informed her. "Each day I will place
10 separate tasks written on paper into this bowl. Five of them will be
only moderately demanding, and the other five will be more serious. You
will be allowed to pick two of them from the bowl and choose which of
those you will perform. Each day they will change but there will remain
five of each. You may chose." She reached in and pulled out the first.
It read, "You will have one piercing placed in your body somewhere below
the neck." The second one she selected stated "You will wear the black,
full slip you have been allowed to keep, to work in the morning." "You
may go home now my dear. Remember your dress code. If you leave your
house you will wear what you have on now. If you are home you are only
allowed to wear the stockings and you must wear the heels until you go to
bed. Make sure you have fulfilled one of the instructions when you
arrive here tomorrow." When Sarah told me about the instructions
early that evening, she said that she had decided to have her navel
pierced. She said there was no way she would go into public wearing only
the thin slip and she couldn’t imagine having anything else below her
neck pierced. After she got dressed we went to the mall to the jewelry
sore where she had gotten the additional holes in her ears made. She
selected a small gold ring and in a few minutes the deed was done.

part 5 "New Demands"

The next morning he called her into his office as soon as he
arrived. "Judging from the way you are dressed I assume that you have a
new piercing. I’ll inspect that soon enough. But first there is a more
important issue to deal with. You have humiliated me. You have made me
look like a sissy and a whimp. I discussed our arrangement with some of
my friends last night and they think I am being way too easy on you.
They think I must be soft or worse yet, afraid to take you too far. As
I’m sure you can imagine, I can’t allow this to go on. Since we are
about to undergo some serious changes I think we need to meet tonight and
discuss things. Your husband needs to be there also. You are to wear
the black slip. Once you’ve finished your work you may leave and spend
the rest of the day with your husband. Enjoy it because your time with
him will be limited in the future." We didn’t get to spend the day
together since I was a t work, but as soon as I got home I knew something
was wrong. Sarah had obviously been crying. She told about the
conversation and the meeting tonight and then said she thought she
couldn’t continue. We talked about everything and discussed what would
happen if she went public. As much as we hated to admit it he held all
the cards. Prison was not an option. We had to go along with the
bastards wishes, at least until we could think of something else.
We got ready to go and Sarah dressed as he ordered. The slip was
designed to be worn with a backless dress so it was open in the back all
the way to her waist. It ended about 8" above her knees. From a
distance it was stylish enough to look like a cocktail dress, but up
close the thin material left little to the imagination. Every curve of
her body was clearly outlined and her nipples pointed blatantly from her
breasts. We both knew every person we met would have their eyes on her.
The men would be lustful and women would condescend her as some little
slut. With no choice we left for the club. When we arrived my wife
wouldn’t get out of the car. Although she had been forced to dress much
more liberally in the last few weeks, she had never warn anything so
blatantly whorish. It took some time for her to get herself together and
go inside. As we walked in I noticed the outline of the ring in her
belly button. The new decoration was clearly visible. I kept this
observation to myself of course. Ron met us at the front and led us
through the crowded restaurant to his table. My wife’s eyes were on the
ground as everyone watched her, making her look demure and adding to the
overall effect. At the table Ron said, "Thank you for escorting my date
here tonight. You may sit opposite of us." He pulled her chair out and
allowed her to sit down. When she did he remained standing for some time
and finally asked, "haven’t you forgotten one of our rules Sarah?" She
thought for a few seconds and then quickly stood up. I was very curious
as she nervously looked around. I could hardly believe my eyes as she
finally slid the thin slip up the back of her legs until her ass was
fully exposed and once again sat down. My wife’s face was beet red and I
was sure several people must have seen this act.. "You will be punished
for this discrepancy later," Ron warned. "As I told your wife earlier
today, my kindness towards her has caused me some embarrassment. In the
next few days I will have to make up for this leniency to save face with
my friends. For that reason I will be keeping your wife with me until
Sunday afternoon at which time she will be returned. During this time I
have a few things that you will need to do for her sissy. You will buy
for her the following items: 24 disposable douches, a 1" wide
studded-leather dog collar, 24 *" diameter earrings, and finally you will
have two bracelets engraved with the words "property of Ron Brown". The
words should be easily read from 10’. If these instructions aren’t
followed exactly your wife will pay." As he told me this his hand found
it’s way up my wife’s leg. I was sure her was finger fucking her as we
sat. My wife kept her eyes on the table and would not look at me. I
wanted to lash out and stop this degradation but I knew that was
impossible. "In my exploration of your cunt I have determined that there
are no new additions, and your nipples being so clearly visible are
unadorned, so please tell me where your new decoration is located."
"?It’s in my navel sir," she quietly answered. "Oh, I think I can see it
but you better give me a little better look to be sure.." A tear fell
from my wife’s eye as she pulled the him of her slip over her pussy
exposing her newly pierced belly button. Ron was playing with it as the
waiter nervously refilled our glasses. I looked away as this black
bastard humiliated and degraded my once proud wife. Why had this
happened to us and would our marriage survive?

To be continued in part 6, "The Makeover" I have received some great
suggestions for this story and am working on them. Keep them coming. I
have received some requests from people for personal stories to be
written for them. I will be happy to do this but I will require detailed
descriptions of any real life characters you want included. Rex Molder

Part 6 "The makeover"

Ron took my wife with him after dinner. For the next week the
only contact I had with my wife was a phone call each night that she was
allowed to make to let me know she was ok. I could only imagine the
depraved things that bastard was forcing her to do. Her voice on the
phone was always very quiet but it was shaky as if she were about to cry.
I had followed his instructions and purchased the items he wanted. The
looks I got from the lady at the counter when I had the bracelets
engraved made me want to die. She must have thought they were for me and
gave me a smug little bitchy smile when I picked them up. Late
Tuesday night I was awakened by the sound of a car in our driveway. By
the time I got up and made my way downstairs my wife was in the living
room. What I saw before me was not actually my wife, at least
physically. I was so shocked I didn’t know what to say and the only
thing out of her was a quiet "I’m sorry." Finally I made my way to her
and hugged her. I wanted to say something to comfort her but all I could
think about was her appearance. The most obvious thing was the way she
was dressed. She was wearing the same slip she had worn the last time we
were together, only it had been drastically modified. The hem was about
12" above her knees. That left it only a little below her cunt. In the
back I could see the crease where her ass met her legs. The stockings
were gone but the high heels had been heightened to at least 6"
stilettos. The front of the slip had been cut away in an oval pattern
starting just above her pubic region and reaching her breasts. The
bottoms of her firm tits were visible. At this point I noticed the
deformity of her nipples, what could only be rings of some type. Her
make-up was whorish to say the least. The most obvious part of that was
the long false eyelashes with heavy mascara applied. The hoops in her
ears were gone and replaced by even larger solid objects. She had a set
of gold circles, silver triangles, black squares, and white diamonds.
The strain on her ears was apparent. After a few seconds of embracing
each other she spoke, "Do you have the collar and the bracelets?" "Yes,"
I replied. You have to put them on me know and they must stay on until
my master says otherwise." I nearly died when she referred to that son
of a bitch as "master". "I can’t stay long and when he returns to pick
me up I must be in the proper uniform." What had he done to her? She
kept her head bowed and her eyes never met mine as she once again asked
for the items. I got the items and she had me put them on her. One
bracelet on her right wrist and one on her left ankle. The writing was
clearly visible at ten feet just like he had demanded. I placed the
collar loosely on her neck and she insisted that I tighten it. When I
finished she disappeared upstairs. I followed behind her curious as to
how she was acting. She was in the bathroom when I got there. After a
few minutes she asked me where the douches were. I told her and she
immediately sat on the toilet and began using one. When she raised her
slip the final few inches necessary for her do this I saw more rings.
There were two in each of her protruding pussy lips. She shoved the
nozzle of the douche into her swollen cunt and never spoke a word until
she was finished. She then said, "I am supposed to be waiting for
master outside when he arrives." She then got up, pulled the slip down
as far as she could manage, and proceeded to the front door. "He says
that he will call you soon to give you instructions as to where you can
pick me up. When you do you have to bring the following items of
clothing for me to wear home: 6" stiletto shoes with ankle straps, 3 pr
of the rings you purchased, my white slip with the same modifications as
this one, and a pair of high quality handcuffs. He will give you any
last minute instructions when he calls. I have to go now." Before I
could say anything she was out the door and Ron pulled in the drive way.
The last thing I saw before my wife left again was her pulling her
"dress" up around her waist before she sat in his car.

Part 7 "More Jewelry"

The call I had been waiting for from Ron finally came two days later. I
was given instructions to meet them at a small restaurant in the local
mall and to bring the rings and, slip and shoes. I had taken her slip to
the alterations shop and told them it was for a play we were doing. I
still received some strange looks. The handcuffs I purchased at a
military surplus store. I found them in the restaurant sitting side
by side in a back booth. When I approached them my wife didn’t speak and
kept her eyes focused on the table. Ron immediately had me pull the
items from the bag I was carrying and place them on the table. After
inspecting them he sent my wife to the ladies room to put on the slip and
the shoes. He told her to stay there for 15 minutes while we discussed
her future. Once she was gone Ron spoke, "As you can see she is
responding well to the training she has received in the last several
days. It is however far from complete and I’m afraid my time is limited.
That is why I need you to assist me." I didn’t know what he was
referring to exactly but I knew I would never help this bastard degrade
my wife. "I am sending her home with you for a week and there are some
things that need to be accomplished before I see her again. She will not
be required to be at work during this time. I am recently divorced and
I’m afraid my house cleaning skills aren’t what they should be.
Fortunately your beautiful wife has agreed to spend four hours each day
as my maid. In order for her to properly fit this new role she will need
the proper uniform. That is where you come in. You will have one week
to fit her with everything she needs. That includes a corset to shrink
her 24" waist to a more fitting 20". A dress that will meet the new
outerwear standards she has received, new 6" heels with a locking ankle
strap, and fishnet stockings. I am not giving you too many details as I
would prefer you to use your best judgement as to what I will like. If
it isn’t up to standard we will have to try again. Before she gets back
I would like to thank you for bringing the new dress for her. There are
so many times she can successfully wash the cum stains off in the sink
before she needs to change. I’m sure she will appreciate it too." The
bastard was trying too taunt me and it was working. All I could see was
her on her knees sucking his cock until it sprayed it’s sticky semen over
her face and body. How many times had she been forced to suffer this?
Sarah arrived back at the booth, quickly pulled up he slip, and sat next
to Ron. Once again she didn’t speak or look up from the table. "Now
it’s time to put these rings to good use. I don’t know if you’ve
noticed, but she has already amassed quite a collection. Not many people
have missed the ones in her nipples, but it’s the two in her cunt that
I’m especially proud of. I think I have been selfish in deciding their
placement and think that her husband needs to have a hand in it. So I am
going to let you decide where the next three pair go. The only rule is
that they can’t go in her ears. I have something else in mind for
those." I couldn’t believe I was being asked to choose where my wife
would let another man pierce her body. "You have two minutes to decide
or I will," added Ron, " maybe you need to see an example. Sarah show
him the rings in your nipples." My wife pulled down the front of her
thin slip to reveal her protruding nipples. They were very swollen and
appeared to be very sore, as you can imagine. The rings were placed
horizontally through the nipples very close to her breast, leaving them
sticking more than *" from the surface. "As you can see there is still
plenty of space for more there. Probably two in each. Of course her cunt
can hold several pairs. If you are less radical you may choose her nose
or eyebrows, of course everyone will be able to clearly see those. Well
it’s your decision, but you better be quick." Without really thinking I
blurted out, "two in the nipples, two in the cunt, one in the nose and
one in the eyebrow." I saw my wife’s expression change slightly and a
tear formed in her eye. I could only imagine the pain she must have
already gone through. "Good choice. Shall we go then?" Ron led us to a
jewelry store where he was met by a tall black woman. "Back again huh
Ron?" she asked. "Yeah my girl here just can’t get enough of this
jewelry. I brought a friend with me who is really turned on by genital
jewelry so he wants to watch." "What will it be for you today
sweetheart?" the woman asked Sarah. "Go ahead and tell her Sarah. Don’t
be shy." Sarah answered in a low shaky voice, "I need two in my pussy,
two more in my nipples, one in my hose and one in my eyebrow." More
tears ran down her cheeks. "Don’t cry honey. It’ll only hurt for a week
or so," the black bitch responded smiling. We were led into a small
room and Ron ordered Sarah to take off her dress and lie on the table.
The woman started by inspecting the piercings in her breasts. She pulled
on them causing Sarah obvious discomfort. "They’re healing nicely. We
still have room for a couple more." Next she grabbed her nipple with a
pair of large forceps and pulled roughly out on it. A large needle was
then produced and inserted. As she did this Sarah tightened and
whimpered. Ron warned her top be respectful or else. Once the needle
was all the way through she threaded the ring onto it and pulled it out.
The procedure was repeated on the other breast only more slowly, tempting
Sarah to make a noise. Fortunately she didn’t. Next the left nostril
and right eyebrow were pierced and rings inserted. This seemed less
painful and I wished I had chosen only these areas. Finally Sarah was
told to spread her legs. A careful exam of her delicate pussy lips
began. Once again the bitch pulled on the rings already in place causing
intentional pain. "Your cunt is kind of small Sarah, but I think if we
are careful we can get about seven more in each lip, not to mention your
clit." "That’s not enough is it Sarah? I guess we will just have to
make it a little bigger," Ron threatened. Once again one of her delicate
private parts was roughly grabbed by the forceps and a large needle
inserted. Although Sarah’s breathing was ver labored she made no sound.
On the next one however, the pain of the slowly inserted needle was too
much and she cried out. "Shame on you Sarah." Said Ron, "Now I’m going
to have to come up with a punishment." I have a suggestion," answered
the woman, " how about a large metal object in her whiny little tongue to
remind her not to speak unless she is spoken to. I have just the thing."
She produced a metal rod about 1/8"diameter and 1" long. There were
eyelets on each end. "These eyelets allow for many things to be attached
to it. I’ve seen naughty girls like you Sarah, attached to the ceiling
by their tongues. Wouldn’t you like that?" A device was placed in my
wife’s mouth to force it open wide and her tongue was roughly grasped by
the forceps. A very large needle was used to make the hole. This time
tears flowed freely from my wife’s eyes. The pain was obviously extreme.
The rod was then pushed through the hole and the end screwed on. My
beautiful wife stood before me. Her tear streaked face with the rings in
her nose and eyebrow. Her hugely swollen nipples with the two rings
hanging from them, the small ring in her belly button seemed tame
compared to the ornaments now fastened to her puffy, red cunt lips. The
thin slip did nothing to hide the metal in her breasts, on display for
everyone to see as we walked through the mall. As we were leaving the
shop I heard Ron say to the woman, "See you next time sis."

Part 8

After leaving the mall Ron let me take my wife home as he had promised.
He told us to expect a package in the morning and we should follow the
instructions included. When we got into our car I noticed Sarah pulled
her dress around her waist before sitting down, even though Ron was
nowhere around. She really was becoming a submissive slave to him. On
the way home I asked my wife if she wanted to talk about what had
happened but she said no. No other words were exchanged until we got
home. At the front door she quickly pulled the slip over her head and
laid it over a lounge chair on the porch before entering the house. "Ron
says I’m not allowed to wear a dress in the house so I have to take it
off and leave it here for him to see," she explained. Once inside she
showered and went to bed, quickly falling asleep. The package arrived
the next morning. Inside we found a pair of 6" stilettos with two ankle
straps. Each ankle strap had a small open lock attached to it. The note
from Ron read, "I hope you like the new shoes Sarah because they will be
on your feet continuously for the next 30 days as punishment for your
disrespect to my sister yesterday. Put them on and make sure the straps
are tight, then lock the locks These will stay on your feet at all
times. In the shower, in bed or whenever. The only time they will come
off is when I want you to wear stockings. At that time I will unlock
them while you put the stockings on. Be at work at 12:00 today an take
the bus." Sarah tried to slip the shoes on her feet but the shoes must
have been two sizes too small for her. She finally got them on and I
helped her tighten the straps. Finally the locks were closed. When she
stood up and tried to walk she was very unsteady. The tight shoes caused
her feet to cramp. I knew the bus stop was about * of a mile from Ron’s
office. I’m sure he did too. She was late for work because of the
walk from the bus stop. The small shoes caused her feet to cramp badly
and she had to stop several times. When she got to the office Ron was
angrily waiting for her. "Where have you been you little bitch? I let
you come to work at 12:00 and you still don’t make it on time. That is
just blatant disrespect to me. I don’t want to be hard on you Sarah but
you are forcing me to. My sister could not believe how unaccommodating
you were. She said that a few days with her would take away the dignity
you have left and turn you into a proper slave. I am thinking about
sending you to her but that is a last resort. I have to solve my own
problem with you, otherwise I will be humiliated in front of my friends
again. What will it take Sarah?" "I’m sorry sir. I am trying to do
what you want. I was late because the shoes you gave me are too small
and I had trouble walking in them." "Excuses!! Your punishment should
fit the crime, so for the rest of the day you will stand. And you will
ride the bus to work from now until you hear otherwise." He ordered. The
rest of the day she spent behind her desk or running errands to other
parts of the building. Her feet were killing her by the time she got
home, but there was little relief since she couldn’t remove the shoes.
The next day was spent the same way. He tortured her by not allowing
her to sit all day and sending her on various errands around the
building. At the end of the day he called her into his office. "I have
decided you have been spending too much time with your husband. He is an
obstacle to your obedience training. From now on you will spend only
four nights per week at home and the rest with me or where I want you.
Monday through Thursday you can go home. I am taking a long weekend so I
will pick you up at home in the morning. I will bring the clothes I want
you to wear. Make sure you bring the douches. This weekend you will
need them." We both figured this would be the weekend he finally took
her. My wife and I waited with dread for him to arrive. When he did he
let himself in. Sarah was of course naked except for the heels and the
jewelry in various parts of her body. The clothes he gave her were more
modest than either of us were expecting. A short printed, silk skirt,
white cotton top that was tight but at least it covered her, and black
stockings. He unlocked her shoes so she could put on the stockings and
immediately locked them back, giving her no relief. "When I bring her
back I expect you to have her maids uniform ready." He said before
leading her naked out the door. Our porch wasn’t visible to the
neighbors but was in plain sight of the street. Fortunately no one drove
by while she was naked. "I almost forgot," he said "I want her to wear
the handcuffs. Go get them sissy." He was really pissing me off with
that sissy stuff but what could I do? When I returned with the cuffs he
made her put he arms behind her back and fastened them securely. Her
decorated breasts were forced out making her permanently erect nipples
more obvious. He opened the door for her and raised her skirt around her
waist before letting her sit down. Then they were gone. I spent
Saturday acquiring the parts of her new uniform. The stockings I
purchased at a local costume store, where I also picked up a maids apron,
hat , and lace gloves. The shoes she already had. For the corset I went
to a fetish wear store. I described to the man what I needed. "A 20"
waist? Will you want that with full boning? What about the length? Do
you want it to end at the waist or continue over the hips?" asked the
salesman. I told him it was a gift for my wife and really had no idea.
"If she will be wearing it under clothes, what type? We also need to
decide on the breast support if you want any at all." After showing me
several types I decided on a long corset, made of thick material that
closed with thick laces in the back, which would lift and compress her
breasts but leave them totally exposed. He had no 20" models in stock so
I had to go with a 19". I hoped Ron would approve of what I had gotten.
I really didn’t want to go through this again.

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