by Violet-C » Fri Nov 30, 2018 5:37 am
Chapter 4
Three weeks later and I sat in the kitchen of the flat looking at the proposed plans. I knew Simon had had some contractors in working in the basement checking drains etc and it would be time for the work to start in earnest before too long so I really needed my fix of being a prisoner or the opportunity would pass.
As Simon entered after his morning shower I told him we needed to move things along as I wanted to live out my fantasy before the builders started the development.
He told me not to worry and it was all in hand and he hadn’t forgotten about it. He asked when I wanted to start and I told him anytime. He said it wasn’t quite ready but we agreed the following Monday afternoon. I couldn’t wait.
He suggested a scenario where I go there by taxi and he’d be waiting for me. I could wear heels and look my absolute best. He told me to wear the most inappropriate clothes to visit a building site and I could suffer the humiliation and degradation of becoming a prisoner. I loved it!
The longest weekend of my life was finally over and Simon was out of the house before I’d even had a chance to properly kiss him goodbye.
I showered admiring the mass of hair now growing under my arms and around my pussy. Simon hated it but understood my thinking. The rest of me looked the same as ever. I’d spent the whole weekend thinking about this moment and what lay ahead of me and what I was to wear as per his instructions.
It was now late September and still warm so I finally settled on a cream Karen Millen dress suit that went to just above my knees with a tight fitting short jacket on top. I wore 7 denier tan hold-ups. I hoped that when I got out of the taxi, the dress would be just the right length for a tiny bit of bare flesh to be displayed. Underneath I had a white silk padded push-up bra that I always loved as it gave my B-Cup an actual cleavage, a white silk thing and finally beige Kurt Geiger court shoes with a slight platform and a 4.5” stiletto heel. I carried my Mulberry handbag with mobile phone, house keys, perfume and makeup and I rang for the cab. I also painted my nails in a colour that perfectly matched my shoes.
Forty minutes later the taxi pulled into the small overgrown part graveled garden in front of the largely still boarded up house.
“Are you sure this is the right place luv?” asked the driver.
“Yes I’m quite sure thank you” I replied, trying to sound as calm and professional as possible as my heart practically leapt through my dress. I could see Simon’s BMW and a Land-Rover Discovery parked there. I wondered who’s that was but guessed it must be Xena’s.
I paid the driver and got out, showing just the right amount of leg that I’d hoped, feeling wonderfully sexy and empowered for the last time in a long while. I walked across the gravel thinking how right Simon was, that these were certainly inappropriate shoes for this place. Memories came flooding back of doing similar walks whilst trying to maintain some professional dignity when I was an estate agent.
I rang the doorbell and got no response, thinking this must be something of a test and after a few attempts hit the brass door knocker a number of times in quick succession. With that it opened and there stood Mistress Xena in dull dominatrix garb. A black latex catsuit with lace up platform boots running up to her knee, hair tied up in a high pony tail above her head and the brightest red lipstick I’d ever seen. Even in my heels she still stood a good 3 or 4 inches over me.
“How dare you make such a noise you slut. I haven’t got time to waste on pathetic creatures like you. Come in quickly. Let’s get this over with, so I can get on with my work with some deserving clients, you pathetic worthless little tart. “
Followed by “Who told you to dress as the Mother of the Bride” she asked mockingly.
“If we stuck you outside in a corn field you’d be invisible. Never mind, we’ll soon turn you into a scarecrow!”
I was instantly getting turned on by just these few seconds of humiliation. I was told to go into the first room on the left which I knew from our plans would eventually be the main reception room. It was a lovely high ceilinged room measuring about 25ft by 20ft. It would eventually be the most wonderful light filled space. However today it was dark and foreboding and covered in dust, with its wide bay windows still boarded and lit by one solitary low power light-bulb hanging from a sad chord in the centre of the ceiling. Simon stood against the far wall arms crossed wearing a dark blue boiler suit, something I’d never seen him in before. There was a suit carrier hanging from an old hook on the wall so I guessed his smart clothes were in that. There was a sports holdall on the floor as well as a black bin bag that was obviously almost full and a small steel flight case similar to what photographers carry. These items were on top of a plastic dustsheet. An old kitchen chair stood in the middle of the room. The only item of furniture.
I smiled at Simon but he said nothing as Xena stood in front of me next to the chair. He told me to remove my shoes, which I did, instantly catching one stocking on a bit of the rough dirty flooring.
“Damn!” I said
She burst out laughing, telling me that was the least of my worries.
Now she really towered over me and told me to take off my jacket and dress. I carefully handed her the jacket and she flung it across the room where it landed causing a shower of dust to rise.
“Xena that’s a good jacket: before I could speak further she slapped my face telling me to show some respect and that she was to be addressed as Mistress Xena and her colleague was simply to be Master. I was asked if I understood to which I relied
“Yes Mistress Xena I understand”
“Good, now get that dress off we don’t have all day girl”
I did so and she threw that similarly across the room. This time I wisely made no comment, although both were probably ruined. But she sniggered at my stockings saying
“Well we are the right little tart aren’t we, all sugar and sweetness on the outside but a slut underneath. We’ll soon deal with you”
“Take everything off and I mean everything and sit on that chair, then show me some respect and lick my feet”
“Look at all that awful hair” she laughed “And I don't just mean on your pussy and your underarms look at that head, we’ll deal with you”
Then it dawned on me of course, a haircut, Simon said he liked short hair.
With that she lifted a dusty foot up and placed it between my legs for me to bend down and lick it. I could feel the dry dust on my tongue as I licked the high heel. It was revolting and humiliating and I was getting hot. When she finally felt satisfied, my feet were then tied to the legs of the chair and my hands tied behind my back.
Simon approached.
“Now Andrea do you really want to go through with this. You can still say no”
“No I want to go ahead” I replied looking at his erect cock practically bursting through his boiler suit.
“Definitely” he asked.
“Definitely” I replied.
“Well Mistress Xena you heard her, do as you please” he said before returning to watch from across the room.
She picked up her bags and moved them behind me and I head her stepping towards ne as grabbed my hair securing it in a tight ponytail high up on my head, I imagined similar to the style her hair was in. She then forced a ball gag into my mouth and pulled it tight making speech impossible. I breathed deeply through my nose not knowing what was coming next. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a large scissors slicing through my hair at the base of the ponytail. My remaining hair fell loose to just below my ears as she waved my beautiful severed locks in front of me dragging it across my face and nipples provocatively before throwing it on to the dusty floor. She then returned with the scissors, letting my hair fall down straight and cut what seemed like something akin to a straight line running from just above my eyebrows and ears to high on the back of my head. I then heard the buzz of an electric razor as she roughly shaved everything below that line. I dreaded to imagine how I looked and wondered if she’d let me see myself in a mirror. I felt I must look something akin to one of those old drawings of Henry V. I was so turned on by this unexpected humiliation.
She stood back to admire her work and said something quietly to Simon. She then went back to her bag before returning and laughed at what she called my tiny titties almost swamped by the two bar bell piercings. Piercings that I knew were actually quite discrete.
“Let’s see if we can make those a little bigger” she sniggered.
I had no idea what she meant and was suddenly genuinely very scared as she unscrewed the two piercings. I soon found out the meaning behind her sadistic comments as they were both replaced by two significantly heaver rings about 25mm in diameter made a of a heavier gauge steel with a ball about 10mm in diameter threaded onto each making it look as if I had a second nipple hanging below each of my own and both my pert breasts hung down slightly under the increased weight. I hoped I’d be given a padded bra to wear soon.
“That’s better” she announced to no-one in particular. I was then blind-folded as I heard the clicks of the flight case being opened. What did it contain I thought. I soon discovered. As I felt the sharp pain and cracking sound as a needle was forced through my septum and from the weight I imagined I now wore a similar but hopefully slightly smaller version of the piercings that now adorned each breast.
She then proceeded to rub some deep heat style ointment over both my breasts and inside my thighs. The itching was incredible. With that, still blind-folded and gagged I was untied and told to stand which I did gingerly feeling the dirt beneath my feet.
After that she put some particularly rough feeling jacket on me which buttoned up at the back. I was forced to sit back down and similar trousers were added which I was told to pull up and they were tied tightly at the waist.
I t dawned on me I was not to be given any underwear and the itching of the rough hessian material was already almost unbearable. Before we'd even really started this I felt ready to give up.
Then whilst still sitting a heavy duty work boot was placed on both my feet. I could tell from the feeling of the leather that they were obviously 2nd hand and felt as though they had industrial steel toecaps. They also felt as though there were at least one size too big for me. She hadn’t laced them up which I thought was strange as they would simply fall off when I walked. She’d obviously thought of that. A few seconds later the top of each boot was pulled together and padlock clicked shut through each of the top pair of eyelets. Although still loose and obviously very heavy they now fitted tightly enough at my ankle that I couldn’t remove them. She then walked round behind me and placed what felt like a similar padlock through the top holes at the back of my back fastening jacket. The only item of clothing I would be able to remove were my trousers, clearly so I could visit the toilet but the rest were there until I was released.
She told me to show her my hands.
“What lovely nails” she commented as she proceeded to cut each one as short as possible with a pair of nail clippers.
Surely she’ll finish soon I thought, when I heard the unmistakable clanging of a steel chain and with that I felt my trouser legs being pulled up slightly as they were chained together with a heavy cold steel cuff.
With that she removed my blindfold and gag and turned to Simon and said
“Prisoner ready for inspection”
To which he replied
“Thank you Mistress Xena, but haven’t you forgotten something?”
“Oh of course, how could I forget” she jokingly replied and proceeded to attach an iron ball, probably about 15cm in diameter to the middle of the chain.
I was wearing a ball and chain and what looked like a striped pale brown hessian convict’s uniform. I wanted to kneel down and masturbate in front of both of them there and then. I couldn’t understand how painfully erotically stimulating this was. I only wished I could see my face as well.
With that she announced “Prisoner to your cell”