Tortured Slave
My name is Gloria and I'm twenty two years old. Many people say I'm a very attractive woman, especially my long red hair. I grew up like anyone else, with the normal dates and dances in high school. On the outside at least I appeared like everyone else. On the inside there are 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 until 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 someone looking for a primary relationship.
Tonight I sat by 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, a female voice came on and told me the recording had begun. I spoke nervously, giving my name and telephone number. I explained a few things about myself and spoke of my desire to be controlled. I hung up the phone and wondered if I would hear from the man. 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 3AM. 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, "I'm Jeff and pleased that you're 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 had called in the middle of the night. The confident stranger wanted to see if I would complain. Jeff said, " If you're truly interested in being my slave, I'll 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 wasn't interested he would hang up and we could forget about the call. I knew this might be my only chance at living my fantasies so I told him to come up.
Before I could get completely out of bed there was a knock on the door. I opened the door with my shaking hands. I couldn't believe I was letting a total stranger in the house in the middle of the night. As the door swung opened I realized I hadn't even put on a housecoat. The nightgown was very sheer and I 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 with. Jeff asked, "Do you know what will be required of you if you're chosen?:
I said, "I think so."
Jeff saw the doubt in my eyes and said, "You will be required to do whatever I tell you to do. There would be a lot of pain involved even if you obey at all times. If there is something I don't like about you, it would changed."
He spent the next hour giving me the details of my life with him. There would be no decisions of my own 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'm leaving, you don't want this after all."
Nervously, I dropped my nightgown to the floor. He walked around me several times and poked me in different places on my body with his finger. He said, You have a very nice body, but there would be a few things that needed changing, and those thing will start the instant you arrived at my house." He paused and added, "You should do nicely."
He walked to the door, turned before walking out, and said, "Put on what's 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 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 couldn't believe I had done this. I wondered if I could 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 wasn't the cheap stuff I was used to, but very expensive. I had never worn a corset before and it took almost an hour of fighting with it to get it even remotely on right.
It was hard breathing and I knew it would be very uncomfortable for long periods of times. I notice the corset was too 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 hadn't been for 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 until I could walk without falling or wobbling. If I couldn't do this then I would be punished when arriving. Also, it said the more I walked in the shoes, a device would 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 wouldn't 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 couldn't 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 was starting to get the feel of walking in the shoes. As long as I kept my steps small there wasn't 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 heel 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 had 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 an orgasm 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 didn't cover very much. It was like a very short mini-dress that just covered my ass.
I picked up the box and headed for the stairs. I was walking pretty well in the shoes, now, and didn't even have much trouble with the stairs. My biggest worry was that I would meet someone 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 an inch, but it felt more like two inches. At the sight of my blood I started to take the 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 until 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 didn't take the shoes off. I didn't 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 3PM. 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 was 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 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 didn't offer much protection. By the time I reached my car I
was freezing and my feet hurt worse than ever. I guessed 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'm sure he had doubts that I would show. Jeff led me into the living room and had me sit on the couch. He said, "I don't want you to get into anything you aren't sure about. The first requirement is to transform you into my version of the perfect woman. Since you're already beautiful there won't be much work needed on your face, but the body needs 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 didn't 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, "Are you 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 wouldn't need the corset for a while and that he wanted me to be comfortable since I would be in bed until 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 said, "Take off your shoes and clean the blood from your 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 hadn't been so big I might have fallen over. He turned some latches and I 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 placed a ball gag in my mouth and strapped me onto to the table. I couldn't 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 said, "You can get up and leave right now and go back to your normal life. The device on your feet is to drive an anchor into your heels that the new shoes will attach to. The pain is going to be horrible and it can never be undone. You will be given a slight pain killer, but not enough to kill the pain. All you have to do is wiggle any finger and you're free."
I thought about leaving, but couldn't 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 said, "The spike had been to test your pain level and to mark the spot of the insertion." He explained this device would also 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 I 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 again, 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 will subside shortly, but there will 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 and fed me. I was pleased at the care he was giving me.These two days had 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 that only a princess 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 wasn't going to go away. The shots he had given me limited movement in 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 said, "There will 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, "You I look great now except there's still some work that needed to be 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 healed perfectly."
He pulled my feet around to where I could see the bottom. Sticking out of the heel was a stainless steel bolt. Jeff said, "I'll show you how this works. Both feet have a bolt sticking out of the heel. The bolt is part of a pin that was driven through your your foot and ankle to keep your feet pointed downward."
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 how this will not make taking the shoes off a simple matter. He smiled and said there wouldn't 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. He then screwed the heel onto the bolt. As the heel tightened I could feel a slight throb in my ankle. He pulled on the shoe 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. I had to push myself up and off the bed since my back no longer moved forward very well. I slowly stood. Gradually, I put my weight on my feet and 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 myself 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 couldn't 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 slipped the corset around me and pulled the laces tight. I suck in my breath as Jeff pulled the corset even tighter.
I look in the mirror and couldn't believe the improvement to my figure. Jeff then handed me a long, white, lace dress. I slip the dress over my shoulders and Jeff zipped up the back. The dress hugged every inch of my body, showing off my new curves. Jeff said, "There will be attendants to help you dress in the future."
Jeff told me it was time to have my hair and makeup done. He led me to another room and it was pretty much like a small beauty parlor. I sat down in the chair and a woman entered the room. I noticed she had on the same kind of shoes that I wore and her waist was even slimmer than mine. Jeff left the room and said he would return when I had been made appropriate to take out.
A perm is placed in my hair and then curly extensions are attached. The woman told me Jeff loves long, curly hair. She said the extensions would be removed when my hair grew to the appropriate length. When my hair was finished, I
had to say it looked wonderful. My hair fell well past my shoulder in long red spirals.
The woman told me it was time to do the makeup. She pulled a cart over
to the chair and I scan the contents. There was no makeup on the table, only a tattoo gun and several bottles of ink. The woman explained how the makeup will be tattooed on so that I will always be presentable. The woman placed ink on the gun and a hum filled the room. She first put on my permanent eyeliner. There was a lot of pain to this, but nothing like I had experienced since coming to this house.
When the liner was done, then a light-pink eye-shadow was put applied. My lips were then done in a bright pinkish red. The last thing was the blush that really
highlighted my cheekbones. When the woman was through I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe this beautiful woman was me. The thought of never having to put on makeup again was quite appealing.
Jeff returned to the room and without commenting on my looks, said, "It's 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 hurried 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 was 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 smiled. He said, "The reason they look so lifelike is because they are. This is one of the punishments that you may, someday, receive. They are injected with a similar substance that was placed in your 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 led me to what he called his favorite display. He said he liked this one so well he had thought about making it permanent. On the floor a woman laid 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 ordered me to lick the pussy of the top woman until she gets hot. I had never done anything with a woman before and hesitated slightly. Jeff looked at me and told 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 and found I liked the taste of her juices in my mouth. I licked her clit and slid my tongue as far
into her pussy as I could. It didn't take long before I heard the girl start to moan.
Jeff ordered me to stop and to come back to his side. I reluctantly stop and did as he said. I turned to look at the two women and noticed the one on top was now licking the one on the bottom. Soon the bottom one was hot and she startd licking the one on top of her.
Jeff smiled and said, "Once you get them started they will lick each others pussy for hours."
Jeff led me to a back room of the shop. He said, "It's time to find out what it's like to be on display."
I start to protest that I hadn't done anything to be punished, but decide speaking might make things worse. Jeff said, "This will only last for twenty four hours, not
two weeks as if it was a punishment."
He pulled my left hand to my head as a model might do and positioned my right hand out in a arc in front of me. He then started putting injections in all of my joints. It took only a few minutes before I started to feel the stiffness. I tried to
move my right arm and it did slightly, but there was a lot of pain. Soon, that slight movement is gone. I was frozen in place. The only movement was my mouth. Jeff said, "I'm working on a formula that will freeze muscles so that can even freeze facial expressions."
Jeff bumped into me and I almost fall over, and to my relief he caught me before I fell. 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 laid me down on the floor and then unscrewed the heels of my shoes. The attendants took off my shoes and then pulled the platform up to my feet. The platform had 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 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 was then pulled open and suddenly I was standing in front of thousands of people as they walk by the shop.
For a while I was content just watching the people walk by until a man stopped and looked in the window. I realize what he was looking at. The dress was very thin and my breasts and pussy were quite visible. I'm sure that I was blushing, but doubt the man noticed. The thought of calling out to the man to help me out of
my bondage crossed my mind, but I wasn't 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's 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 sales women and a man. She explained to him this dress might be what he was looking for. I felt a hand slide across my ass. The man's voice said he 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 saleswoman 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.
With the purchased finalized the saleswoman 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 was. I couldn't 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 hadn't 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 until Jeff
walked into the room. He said, "It's time to get up and go home."
I stood up after 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 me. This man has made me the happiest I have ever been. I knew there will be many years of the pain and love from him. I knew I would never do anything to cause him to not want me.
The End, for now.