Tortured Slave
My name is Gloria and I am a twenty two years old. Many people say I
am a very attractive woman, especially my long red hair. I grew up
like anyone else. The normal dates and dances in high school. On the
outside at least I appeared like everyone else. On the inside there
were desires that sometimes frightened me. I would be on a date and
the guy would be nice and respectful of me. What I wanted on the
inside was for the man to take control of me and make me do his
bidding. When I got older I always seemed to find the nice guys. My
friends were the ones that always ended up with the controlling guys.
My friends would ask me how I managed to get the good ones. I never
told them that I secretly wanted the controlling ones they have.
As I got older the desire to be dominated got worse. I did manage to
find a couple of men that would tie me up and whip me till the tears
flowed. Even though I enjoyed these times, I wanted more. I would scan
the personal ads when I was alone at night, looking for that special
person to take me over the edge. The ads that interested me were
usually a married man looking for a mistress on the side. What I
wanted was some one looking for a primary relationship.
Tonight I sat at the ghostly light of the lamp next to the bed
scanning the personal ads. Instead of starting at the beginning I
looked in the middle. As I read this ad my excitement grew. This man
seemed to be exactly what I was looking for. He was single, wealthy,
and looking for a female slave. At the bottom in bold letters were the
words "EXTREME TORTURE". Without thinking I picked up the phone and
called the nine hundred number at the top of the page. I hoped this
five dollars, for the ad, would be well spent. I pressed the number at
the bottom of the ad and a male voice came on the phone. The voice was
very masculine and confident.
The recording went on to say; "I am Jeff Manson, thirty four years of
age. Single by choice but looking for the perfect woman for me. I
expect the perfect woman to be very ladylike and conduct herself as
one all the time. Any deviation would be punished severely. If you
want someone to take control of your life and take all your worries
away, answer this ad. If accepted the only worry in life would be to
please me."
I pressed the number on the phone to reply to the ad. After the beep
of the phone a female voice came on and told me the recording has
began. I spoke nervously, giving my name and telephone number. I
explained a few things about me and spoke of my desire to be
controlled. I hung up the phone and wondered if I would hear from him.
I figured it would be the next day before anything happen so I turned
out the light and went to sleep, with my fantasies.
The ringing phone brought be abruptly awake. I looked at the clock and
it was three AM. I wondered who would be calling me this time of
night. I picked up the phone and the male voice on the other end asked
if this was Gloria. I sleepily said yes to the voice. The man said he
was Jeff and was pleased that I was interested in the ad. I thought
how rude of this man to call me in the middle of the night like this.
I started to say something about it to him when I realized why he
called in the middle of the night. The confident stranger wanted to see
if I would complain. Jeff told me that if I was truly interested in
his offered that he would be over in five minutes. I wondered how he
could get here so fast unless he is already here. I thought he could
be some kind of weirdo and might want to do some harm to me. He said
that if I was not interested he would hang up and we could forget
about it. I know this might be my only chance at living my fantasies
so I told him to come up.
Before I could get out of bed completely there was a knock on the
door. I opened the door with my shaking hands. I could not believe I
was letting a total stranger in the house in the middle of the night.
As the door swung opened I realized I had not even put on a house
coat. The nightgown was very sheer and knew he could see my most of my
naked body underneath. Jeff walked to the couch and sat down. I closed
the door and walked toward him. He was a handsome man with dark medium
length curly hair. I knew this was a man I could go for. Jeff asked if
I knew what would be required of me if I was chosen. I told him I
thought so. Jeff saw the doubt in my eyes and told that I would be
required to do what ever I was told to do. There would be a lot of
pain involved even if I obeyed at all times. If there was something he
did not like about me he would change it.
He spent the next hour giving me the details of my life with him.
There would be no decisions of my on with him, my life and body would
belong to him. Jeff told me to strip so he could see my body. Being a
little shy I hesitated. I must have hesitated too long because Jeff
stood and said, "I am leaving, you do not want this after all."
Nervously I dropped my nightgown to the floor. He walked around me
several times and poke me in different places on my body with his
finger. He told me I had a very nice body but there would be a few
things that needed changing and those thing would start the instant I
arrived at his house. He told me that I should do OK. He walked to the
door and turned before walking out. Put on what is in the bag and be
at my house at four this afternoon. The address is in the bag and
remember put on only what is in the bag. Also you should make the
arrangements to never come back here or to your old life again. Break
all ties with anyone you know. He walked out and closed the door.
I could not believe I had done this. I wondered if I would really go
through with this. I opened the bag and the only clothes in the bag
were a pair of high heels, a corset, and a coat. Under the coat was a
piece of paper. I picked up the paper and began to read. The first
thing it said was to put on the shoes and corset before reading any
farther. I took out the red leather corset and admired the quality of
the garment. The leather was not the cheap stuff I was used to but
very expensive. I had never worn a corset before and took almost an
hour of fighting with it to get it even remotely on right. It was hard
breathing and knew it would be very uncomfortable for long periods of
times. I notice the corset was to little for me since there was a five
inch gap in the back. I leaned down and took the shoes out of the bag.
I shook my head as I looked at the five inch heel on the shoe. I
wondered how anyone would ever be able to walk in those things. I sat
down on the couch, with the corset holding my back very straight and
slipped the shoes on. I stood up and tried to take a step in them. If
it had not been of the table in front of me I would have hit the
floor. Five inches may not be much but with a size five foot that
makes me almost standing on my toes.
I picked up the note and began to read. Jeff explained that this would
be my manner of dress for the rest of my life. Now I was to walk
constantly in the shoes till I could walk without falling or wobbling.
If I could not do this then I would be punished when arriving. Also
the more I walk in the shoes a device will come out of the heel to
cause me pain. He also suggested I practice walking up and down stairs
to get used to the shoes on uneven ground. The note said after all
this if I still wanted to meet him then I would be accepted without
question. He also said that while I was practicing the walking I
should gather all my clothes and destroy them, since they would not be
needed anymore.
I laid the note down and thought about the situation for a moment. I
looked out the window and the sun was starting to come up. I could not
believe this much time had passed. For the first time I realized my
pussy juices were flowing full stream. I knew that I would have to go
through with this. I stood carefully in the shoes this time. I took a
couple of steps, held my arms straight out to my side for balance. I
managed to walk five steps before falling. I stood and tried walking
again. The next hour I fell four more times but now was starting to
get the feel of walking in the shoes. As long as I kept my steps small
there was not much of a problem. Walking on my toes was starting to
make my legs and ankles hurt but I continued the walking. As I walked
I noticed a slight pressure in the heal of the shoe. I sat down and
took off the right shoe. There was a sharp pointed spike coming out of
the bottom. I wondered how much more the spike would come out. I put
the shoe back on and figured I better get used to the pain. I decided
to practice my walking by packing my clothes in boxes. It took about
an hour and a half to get everything packed in boxes. The pain in my
feet and legs was starting to turn me on even more. I came close to
orgasms several times. I was tempted to lay down on the bed and bring
myself off but decide to wait and maybe Jeff would do it for me. I
decided to take my clothes down to the garbage pickup. I got the coat
out of the bag and put it on. The coat did not cover very much. It was
like a very short mini-dress and just covered my ass. I picked up the
box and headed for the stairs. I was walking pretty well in the shoes
now and did not even have much trouble with the stairs. My biggest
worry was that I would meet anyone I knew while dressed this way. The
stairs must have sped up the spike coming out of the heel, by the time
I had the last box down the stairs my feet were hurting terribly.
Back in my apartment I took off the shoes and there was blood covering
the bottom of my feet. The point was out only half and inch, it had
felt more like two inches. At the sight of my blood I started to take
this outfit off and go back down to retrieve my clothes. My mind
returned to my wet pussy and realized I had never been this turned on
in my life. I was being controlled by a man and experiencing pain as I
had often fantasized about. I put the shoes back on and tears came to
my eyes as I stood on the spikes driving them back into my heels. I
walked around the room till noon, by this time the spikes were digging
into the bone of my heels. The pain was horrible and my legs ached
from the shoes themselves. I sat back down on the couch but did not
take the shoes off. I did not want to see the blood that filled my
shoes. I could feel the slippery blood between my toes as I walked.
Sitting on he couch my biggest thoughts were of how pleased I was to
be walking so well in the shoes and enduring the pain of the spike. I
have always had a high threshold of pain and it was paying off now.
I relaxed for the first time since Jeff''s arrival and drifted off to
sleep. I woke up and looked at the clock. I jumped up, it was three
PM. I was going to be late. It would take at least an hour to get to
Jeff''s house. At least I had taken care of everything and only needed
to get to my car and go. I jumped to my feet and screamed. The spike
drove into my heel again with searing pain that went all the way up my
legs. I choked back the tears and grabbed the coat. Outside I had to
walk about a block to my car. The temperature was in the twenty''s and
the coat did not offer much protection. By the time I reached my car I
was freezing and my feet hurt worse than ever. I guess because I had
walked so fast to the car. I got in the car, still shivering from the
cold, and started the drive to my destiny.
Chapter 2
The transformation
The door opened before I could knock. Jeff, as handsome as I
remembered, looked at me with a smile on his face. I am sure he had
doubts that I would show. Jeff led me into the living room and had me
sit on the couch. He told me that he did not want me to get into
anything that I did not want to. He said the first requirement was to
be made into his perfect woman. Since I was beautiful to him there
would not be much work needed on my face but the body needed a little
work. He told me that I had a tendency to slouch and he would have to
do something about that. Even though the corset help it did not fix
the problem. He told me my waist was to large, even though it was only
twenty four inches. He told me the high heels would have to be
permanently attached. This was to remind me that I now belong to him
and that it would remove the temptation to ever walk without them. He
told me all of this was going to be extremely painful and very little
tranquilizer would be used. He asked me if I was ready to begin. I
nodded agreement. I knew there was no backing out, this man was doing
more than I ever imagined. I stood and took off the coat. He came over
to me and took the corset off. Jeff told me I would not need the
corset for a while and that he wanted me to be comfortable since I
would be in bed till the corrections had healed.
Jeff led me into this room with an odd looking bed in the middle. The
bed was shaped in the form of a body. At the edge of the bed was a
strange device on the floor. I walked to the bed and Jeff told me to
take off my shoes and clean the blood from my feet. I did as I was
told. The spike in my shoes were out about an inch now. He had me step
into the device on the floor. It was about like standing in the shoes
except they were a little taller than the shoes. If the device had not
been so big I might have fallen over. He turned some latches and felt
the device close tight around my feet and ankles. Jeff helped me onto
the table and laid me on my stomach. The curves on the table followed
the form of my body exactly. The only difference is that it enhanced
these curves to the point it almost hurt. Jeff place a ball gag in my
mouth and strapped me on to the table. I could not move a muscle, I
was firmly attached to the table.
Jeff made a few adjustments on the device on my feet and told me this
was the last chance to back out. He told me that I could get up and
leave right now and I could go back to my normal life. He told me the
device on my feet were to drive an anchor into my heels that my new
shoes would be attached to. The pain was going to be horrible and it
could never be undone. There would be a slight pain killer but not
enough to kill the pain. He said all I had to do was wiggle any finger
and I was free. I thought about it but could not bring myself to
wiggle even one finger. I felt a needle stick the bottom of my foot in
the hole the spike in the shoes had caused. Jeff told me the spike had
been to test my pain level and to mark the spot of the insertion. He
explained this device also would shape my feet to make the high heels
more comfortable.
Jeff told me it was time to begin and to get ready for the worst pain
of my life. he flipped a switch and felt the device on my feet start
moving around. It seemed to push in places and pull in others. It was
uncomfortable but not painful. All of a sudden pain exploded in my
foot as I could feel a couple of bones break. I screamed through the
gag but very little sound came out. Then I heard something like a
gunshot and screamed as I felt the bottom of my right foot explode and
then the ankle. Before I could scream I heard a second shot and the
same pain racked my left foot. I continued to scream and sob as the
pain raced up my legs. Jeff stroked my hair and told me the worst was
over. My soothing torturer said the pain would subside shortly but
there would be an ache for several days. After about fifteen minutes
the pain did subside as promised. I was still crying a little as Jeff
took a large hypodermic and filled it with a milky solution. He stuck
the needle in different places along my spine. He did this several
times and also along my shoulder blades. Jeff told me I would have to
remain here for the next couple of days and then he would take me to
my room.
Over the next two days my torturer and master took good care of me. He
bathed me and fed me. I was pleased at the care he was giving me.
These two days have given me the things I had only dreamed of. He
controlled me and loved me at the same time. He would spend hours just
stroking my hair with loving care. Finally he removed the straps and
picked me up. He carried me up the stairs and put me in this room only
Cinderella could have had. There was more lace and velvet in this room
than I had seen in a lifetime. This room was fit for a queen. I told
Jeff the room was beautiful and fit for a queen. He told me it was for
a queen, his.
Jeff left the room and I tried to snuggle in the huge soft bed but I
was very stiff and the devices still on my feet made it hard to move
them around. Over the next couple of weeks I realized the stiffness
was not going to go away. The shots he had given me limited the
movement my back and shoulders. I ask Jeff about this and he told me
the shots harden certain joints to give me a better posture. He smiled
and told me there would be no more posture problems.
My first month here was over and Jeff told me it was time to get out
of bed and be the lady of the house. Jeff pulled the covers from my
nude body and looked at me. He said that I looked great now except
there still needed to be some work done on the waist. Jeff moved down
to my feet and examined them closely. He flip a few latches and pulled
the left one away. He then did the same to the right one. I looked
down at my feet and they were almost pointed straight down. I tried to
pull them to a normal position but they remained frozen. He examine
the bottom of my feet and said everything has heal perfectly. He
pulled my feet around where I could see the bottom. Sticking out of
the heel was a stainless steel bolt. Jeff told me he would show me how
this worked. Both feet had a bolt sticking out of the heel. Jeff told
me the bolt was part of a pin that was driven through my ankle to keep
my feet pointed down. My master brought out a box and opened the lid.
Inside was a pair of black pumps with the heel separate. He showed me
the shoe and the hole in through the heel, the same size as the bolt
sticking out of my heel. He explain the shoe goes on and the bolt goes
through the hole. Then the heel of the shoe screws onto the bolt. He
explained this will not make taking the shoes off a simple matter. He
smiled and said there would not be none of the dangling the shoe from
the toe to rest the foot.
He took one of the shoes and placed it on my left foot. The bolt
slipped perfectly through the hole. My controlling then screwed the
heel onto the bolt. As the heel tighten I could feel a slight throb in
my ankle. He pulled on the show to show me there was no way for it to
ever come off. He put a shoe on my other foot. He told me to sit up
and stand on them to see how they fit. Having to pushed myself up off
the bed since my back no longer move forward very well, I slowly
stood. Gradually I put my weight on my feet there was a slight pain
but not much more than a normal sore foot. I was almost standing on my
toes even though the heels were only six inches. I took a step,
remembering all my practice before coming here, and took a perfect
step. I slowly walked across the room and found walking almost normal.
I think I walked better than before because the heel kept the shoe
from slipping. The shoes were always held tight to the bottom of my
feet. There was a slight awkwardness to walking because my back seemed
so stiff. I thought it was from laying so long but then I remembered
the shots.
I walked over to the mirror and looked at my naked body. My torso was
in a firm correct posture. I could not bend my shoulders or back
forward. The pronounced posture also made my medium sized breast stick
out and appeared at least a cup bigger. Jeff came over to me with a
white satin corset in hand. He slips the corset around me and pulls
the laces tight. I suck in my breath as Jeff pulls the corset even
tighter. I look in the mirror and cannot believe the improvement to
my figure. Jeff now hands me a long white lace dress. I slip the dress
over my shoulders and Jeff zips up the back. The dress hugs ever inch
of my body showing off my new curves. Jeff tells me there will be
attendants to help me dressing in the future.
Jeff tells me it is now time to have my hair and makeup done. He
leads me to another room and it is pretty much like a small beauty
parlor. I sit down in the chair and a woman enters the room and I
notice she has on the same kind of shoes that I do and her waist is
even slimmer than mine. Jeff leaves the room and says he will return
when I have been made appropriate to take out. A perm is placed in my
hair and then curly extensions are attached. The woman tells me Jeff
loves long curly hair. She said the extensions would be removed when
my hair grew to the appropriate length. When my hair is finished, I
have to say looks wonderful. My hair falls well past my shoulder in
long red spirals.
The woman tells me it is time to do the makeup. She pulls a cart over
to the chair and I scan the contents. There is no makeup on the table,
only a tattoo gun and several bottles of ink. The woman tells me the
makeup will be tattooed on so that I will always be presentable. The
woman places ink on the gun and a hum fills the room. She first puts
on my permanent eyeliner. There is a lot of pain to this but nothing
like I have experience since coming to this house. When the liner is
done then a light pink eye shadow is then put on. My lips are then
done in a bright pink red. The last thing was the blush that really
highlighted my cheek bones. When the woman was through I looked in the
mirror and could not believe this beautiful woman was me. The thought
of never having to put on makeup again was quite appealing. Jeff
returned to the room, not commenting on my looks, told me it was time
to tour the shop.
Chapter 3
The Shop
We rode a short distance into town and pulled in front of a boutique.
I worked my way out of the car and with short steps hurrying along
behind Jeff. The inside of the shop was a beautiful place. There were
sexy clothes filling the racks along the walls. There were glass
counters full of different sex aids. The most impressive thing were
the mannequins. They were all dressed in different clothes and bondage
devices. I had never seen mannequins that looked so life like. Jeff
noticed me looking at the mannequins and smiles. He tells me the
reason they look so lifelike is because they are. He told me this is
one of the punishments that I may someday receive. He explains they
are inject with a similar substance that was placed in my back to form
the correct posture. The only difference it this one will wear off in
two weeks. The thought of being frozen in a pose for two weeks was
frightening. I will make it a point to never do anything to receive
this punishment.
Jeff leads me to what he calls his favorite display. He says he likes
this one so well he had thought about making it permanent. On the
floor a woman lays naked with her knees pulled up and spread apart.
Over this woman is another on her knees and her face an inch away from
the one on the floor. These two women are in a classic sixty-nine
position. Jeff tells me to lick the pussy of the top woman until she
gets hot. I had never did anything with a woman before and hesitated
slightly. Jeff looks at me and tells me what a pretty display I would
make. The thought of being turned to stone prompted me to kneel at the
woman''s pussy. I began to lick her pussy found I liked the taste of
her juices in my mouth. I lick her clit and slide my tongue as far
into her pussy as I can. It does not take long before I hear the girls
start to moan. Jeff tells me to stop and to come back to his side. I
reluctantly stop and do as he says. I turn to look at the two women
and notice the one on top is now licking the one on the bottom. Soon
the bottom one is hot and she starts licking the one on top of her.
Jeff smiles and tells me that once you get them started they will lick
each others pussy for hours.
Jeff leads me to a back room of the shop. he tells me it is time to
find out what it is like to be on display. I start to protest that I
have not done anything to be punished but decide speaking may make
things worse. Jeff tells me this will only last twenty four hours not
two weeks as if it was a punishment. He pulls my left hand to my head
as a model might do and positions my right hand out in a arc in front
of me. He then starts putting injections in all of my joints. It takes
only a few minutes before I start to feel the stiffness. I try to
move my right arm and it does slightly but there is a lot of pain.
Soon that slight movement is gone. I am now frozen in place. The only
movement is my mouth. Jeff tells me that he is working on a formula
that will freeze muscles so that he can even freeze facial
expressions. Jeff bumps into me and I almost fall over, to my relief
he catches me before I fall. Not being able to catch my fall could
have hurt me seriously. Two store attendants pick me up and carry me
to a platform in the store''s front display window. They lay me down on
the floor and then unscrew the heels of my shoes. The attendants take
off my shoes and then pull the platform up to my feet. The platform
has shoes built into it but I wondered how my deform feet would fit
into them. That question was soon answered. The heels on the platform
swiveled so that they could be screwed into my heels. Soon I was
firmly attached to the platform. I was then stood up in the display
window. The platform, screwed onto my feet, kept me from falling over.
I was now just a part of the store display and no one would notice I
was human unless I spoke. A small spotlight was turned to bath me in a
soft pink glow of light. The curtain over the window is then pulled
open and suddenly I am standing in front of thousands of people as
they walk by the shop. For a while I am content just watching the
people walk by until a man stops and looks in the window. I realize
what he is looking at. The dress is very thin and my breast and pussy
are quite visible. I am sure that I was blushing but don''t think the
man noticed. The thought of calling out to the man to help me out of
my bondage crossed my mind, but I was not sure I would want it to end.
The day passed slowly. Many people stopped and looked at me during the
day. Even a few children stopped to look, this was the most
embarrassing.
I watched the sun come up. Thank goodness it is not in my eyes. The
amount of people walking by increased as the sun got higher. I knew my
time on the pedestal was near the end. The store was open and I was
surprised at the amount of people in the store. I would think a store
like this would do better at night. I heard voices behind me. it was
one of the sells women and a man. She explained to him this dress
might be what he is looking for. I felt a hand slide across my ass.
The man''s voice said the liked the feel of the material and he decide
to take it. The curtain over the window was closed and I was taken
down from the window. The sales woman grabbed the hem of the dress and
pulled it over my head. I was now standing in the store, totally
naked, where everyone could look at me. The man looked at my naked
body and made a comment about how real the mannequins looked, as he
pinched a nipple. The purchased finalized the sales woman came back to
me. She told a male employee my time was about up so there was no need
to put me back on display. The man picked me up, with one hand between
my legs, and carried me to the back room. I was stood facing a corner
of the room for my remaining time. I knew I would never do anything to
make Jeff mad enough to put me through the two weeks as a mannequin.
My joints ache terribly as it is. I could not wait for the drug to
wear off so I could move again. The constant standing made the stud in
my foot begin to hurt.
I had not been in the back room long when all of a sudden my left arm
dropped a little. I tried to move it but it still would only move a
couple of inches. Slowly my other limbs started to succumb to gravity.
every time something moved a searing pain would shoot though the
joint. The next thing I knew I was laying in the floor. The drug had
worn off and I collapsed in great pain. I laid in the floor till Jeff
walked in the room. He told me it was time to get up and go home. I
stood up and someone unscrewed me from the platform. Even though it
still hurt to move it felt great to walk again, even in the six inch
heels.
As my loving torturer drove us home I looked at him constantly. Never
in my life had I dreamed this could happen to. This man has made me
the happiest I have ever been. I know there will be many years of the
pain and love from him. I know I will never do anything to cause him
to not want me.
The End, for now.