by Elaine
Elaine’s Story About Her Cruel Auntie
In my dreams, I am taken by several sultry, lustful women to a remote mountain hideaway. There I am forced to serve as their captive Latex clad slave! Ever clothed in rubber from head to toe ( a black maids uniform trimmed in white) I must serve their intimate needs as well as bathe, assist them while dressing and serving their food. I am forever gagged and my wrists and ankles wear cuffs and chains designed to allow me to move about in extremely high heels and complete my assignments while still reminding me that I am in servitude!!!!!
Inexperienced and awkward, I sometimes displease my Mistresses for which I receive De-merits. Punishment in Bondage is the only way to erase the black marks against me. When not performing my routine duties I am usually found in a distressing position in the dungeon deep within the basement of the chalet. Sometimes I am bound severely (heavy gags and blinders) and left to lay in the darkness to wonder in anxiety about my traumatic situation. Will I ever be able to escape? Dread overcomes me whenever I find a Mistress in a vile mood, for I know that pain will accompany whatever stringent conditions are imposed
upon my helpless body.
The dungeon, sometimes lit by dim soft lights and at times glaring with the harshness of floodlights is full of devious devices all intended to disburse misery and discomfort to whomever is affixed to the mechanism. I especially fear the RACK a large round wheel where I have often been suspended wide spread completely vulnerable to the mischievous offerings of the moody Dominants. While on the RACK I am normally hooded with Latex and a mouth filling gag. With my eyes sealed I can never anticipate what is about to occur. Stretched to the nth degree, my nude body covered in perspiration while at the same time chilled with apprehension, I breathe in short bated breaths awaiting the fall of a whip, or perhaps the burning sear of Hot Wax as it is cruelly dribbled on the most tender parts of my torso!!!!! But then again it may be the cold hard bite of clamps digging into my exposed nipples or often the swollen lips of my clitoris!!!!!
Whether hog-tied in a ball, stretched on the rack, hanging from chains or bent over the whipping block, it takes hours to earn the right to remove a single De-merit from my chalk board where the black marks always out number the Atta-boys. Held helpless throughout the long nights, I pray that sleep will over come the misery, but it seldom does for the Dommes take turns
throughout the long hours to be certain that there slave is always well attended. Over and over I am brought to an erotic peak, but never ever allowed an orgasm!!!! It becomes truly frustrating over time as I am continually brought to my limits of ecstasy and then cruelly dashed with the coldness of disappointment!!!!
Each day that dawns brings another style of Butt plug and/or dildo that I must wear in my now tender orifices as I don my uniform and start my rounds of attendance!
Part 2
My days of captivity seemed endless with no hope of escape. Any hope of fleeing that was left within me faded with time as the Dommes continued to erode my resistance through humiliation, abasement and torture! The days were long and drawn out filled with the varied tasks I must perform while the nights were almost impossible to endure. Most of them were spent in solitary, helpless confinement. Tonight was a different story though, for while I was held restrained, I was not alone !
The three who had taken me, Celeste, Dominique and the eldest whom they called Auntie were in a playful mood and kept me in the bedroom with them. I had been allowed the luxury of a warm, soaking bubble bath which did wonders for my stiff and sore body. But now it was time to pay the piper. I was summoned to the bed room and my captors attended me with vigor, Celeste laying on the corset, a stiff Victorian one which she laced with a vengeance! A reduction of almost four inches formed my midsection into a perfect Wasp like waist! Dominique busied herself with the lacing on of a pair of Ballet boots.
When she completed the addition to my ensemble my legs were rigidly held in leather from toes to my upper thighs. Straps about the tops of the boots were locked with tiny padlocks to remove any temptation on my part to loosen the laces. The punishing boots severely arched my insteps and worse yet had no heels! I was forced to stand on the tips of my toes!!!!!! Dominique told me not to fret for I would not be standing too long…….???????. Auntie was working with my long hair, braiding it into a tight single pig tail. She plaited a long thin leather thong into the pig tail, weaving it securely she pulled and tugged on my tresses. Auntie worked swiftly and her strong fingers had restrained my hair so stringently that the skin about my upper face was drawn back causing my eyes to narrow into a permanent squint, giving me an almost oriental look. Breathing was severely hampered by the devilish corset which contained a heavy under wire stopping just below my breasts and causing them to blossom into voluptuous curves. I stood teetering on my toes, stiff as a board, wondering what the ladies were planning for me.
Supporting my arms, they moved me towards the bed. Wide,fur lined leather cuffs were locked about each wrist so tightly that my flesh bulged on either side of the restraints. It is important that they not slip you know cooed Celeste. With surprising ease, they lifted me from the floor and stood me in the center of the bed. The heavy mattress took my weight with hardly any
indentation at all. Holding a short chain, Dominique climbed up beside me and soon had my cuffed wrists hooked high above my head to a solid fitting in the ceiling. Cuffs were buckled around my ankles and my legs spread apart. Working in tandem, the two younger women lifted my legs up and back, bending them at the knees clipping the ankle cuffs to hooks high up on the bed posts at the head board. Hanging from the overhead, my body was formed iinto a large bow, legs spread, ass up and breasts hanging down, perfect targets for the weighted nipple clamps that Celeste dangled before my narrowed eyes. I hung helplessly rigid about three feet above the surface of the massive bed. Auntie then adjusted my pig tail down the center of my back and laid the leather thong between the cheeks of my ass passing it through my legs bringing it forward against my clit. Standing at the foot of the bed, she leaned back and with all her weight pulling on the thong, tied it to the rail at the foot of the bed.
Her action abruptly jerked my head up between my arms, the pig tail tautened, my head was now putting full pressure of a cleverly positioned knot directly on my clit!!!!!! As I tried to relieve the tension on my neck and shoulders, I was effectively and erotically arousing my self by causing the thin thong to se-saw back and forth between my legs.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tears filled my slitted eyes as the women settled on the bed ready to play with their human canopy throughout the long night!!!!!
Part 3
The night wore on, long and slow. There was no sleep for me as I hung above the bed, with my bonds tightening more and more as my weight hung unmoving.
Celeste, Dominique and Auntie had their way with me again and again throughout the night. Every orifice on my body except my ears was plugged, probed and stretched to its limits as the girls experimented with their toys. I thought I would get some relief as they fell asleep, but I was wrong for one of them was always awake and when she found something that turned her on she would arouse the others and they would all join in!
Morning came at last!!! But I was left hanging in my misery, completely ravished, as the ladies refreshed themselves. Finally I was released and allowed the luxury of a warm bath and a light breakfast. Had to keep my energy up you know!!!! Fat chance thought I, to myself as I drug along through my routine tasks. Auntie reprimanded me several times for my sluggishness and told me to shape up or they would sell me to the Arabs and be put into a harem!!!!!! Could it be worse then my present plight, I wondered. I stumbled and dropped a tray of glasses which put Auntie into a snit! She flew into a tantrum, attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the whipping post downstairs.
She was in such a bad mood, probably because she did not get much sleep last night! My arms were stretched high above my head and cuffed to the top of the post forcing me to stand on my very tip toes. A wide belt was locked about my waist causing my body to hug the post as if I was welded to it. To make matters worse Auntie drew my ankles forward to either side of the post and tied them there with thin cord that bit ever so deeply into my latex stockings, proving that they offered very little, if any, protection to my skin. I virtually hung from my wrists, drooling through my gag as I watched Auntie gather up an assortment of whips, straps, paddles, crops and switches. I closed my eyes and moaned softly through the gag as my Mistress lifted my latex mini skirt and clipped it high above my waist exposing my bare butt!
Auntie selected a limber willow switch for her entree into my torment. She laid three thin welts across my ass before I knew what was happening! Dropping the switch, she picked up a paddle and beat a rapid fire tattoo over my cheeks. I literally pounded my head against the post as the pain surged up my back. Begging for mercy, I blinked my tears away as my mumbled pleas fell on deaf ears. The crop followed the paddle and with amazing speed it rose and fell again and again. The strokes were so fast it was impossible for me to try and count them. And then the strap, oh the strap……..at first I thought the slap of the wide leather was soothing but soon it too had my ass aflame, ooooh how it burned! Time and again it rose and fell in a calculated rhythm.
Auntie was a Past Master in the art of using these punishing tools. She knew exactly how to time the strokes so that each one fell as my muscles relaxed from the previous stroke! My latex costume was flooded with perspiration as the heat of my ass raced through my body reaching even the tips of my fingers and toes. I hung limp near a swoon as Auntie uncoiled the lengthy whip. Her arm raised and I bit down hard on the gag as the loud CRACK!! echoed throughout the chamber. The whip snaked about my rigid torso ringing it with pain. The coil relaxed its grip on me and fell to the floor before Auntie snapped it back behind her. CRACK!! the whip popped again, this time circling my legs.
I screamed a silent scream and pumped my head back and forth as the sound of the cruel whip echoed about the walls leaving its marks on me wherever it fell. In her intense fury, Auntie did not miss an inch of my body as the whip hissed like a large snake coiling itself about me from head to toe. With the long whip, the Dominant worked slowly and surely taking measured aim with each stroke. The loud CRACKS! reached my ears a split second before the agony that followed. My legs hugged the post, almost obscenely as I steeled myself, anticipating the next flash of pain. Where would it fall? My legs?, Arms? Shoulders? Ass? Where? Where? The gag filling my mouth had proven in- effective as my moans and cries rose to match the tempo of the flailing lash.
While Auntie and I had been alone as she practiced her Magic, Celeste and Dominique now appeared in my misty eyes and stood watching the drama unfold. I must have fainted for I do not recall the torment coming to a halt. I recovered slowly still hanging from the whipping post as Celeste and Dominique were stripping the shreds of my torn and tattered costume from my helpless form. I was soaking wet, with my hair plastered to my head.
Auntie was nowhere to be seen. Celeste commented that she had never seen Auntie in such a foul mood. I almost feel sorry for the slut responded Dominique. We had better clean her up and get something on those cuts before she gets infected!! And we probably should do something with the tarts hair before Auntie sees it! You know how she hates a mess I know! Lets cut it off then we wont have to worry about it in the future. Good idea said Celeste.
The girls released me from the whipping post and laid me out on the floor. The astringent they smoothed over my body was soothing at first and then burned like mad arousing me from my stupor. My body was so stiff from the unmerciful treatment that I felt as though I was bound hand and foot for I could Hardly move. Lets put her in the chair stocks for the haircut one said and I was half carried and half dragged to the far corner of the room where I was placed on a crude wooden chair. It was hard to sit for my back ass and legs were sore and tender, but I had no choice as the wooden stocks held me firm. The device was simply designed and yet so captivating. My legs were held apart by the stock bolted to the lower front of the chair while wrists and head were locked in to the stock at the upper back. It seemed as though it was tailor made to my measurements for as the stocks were locked shut, the holes closed precisely about my limbs and neck with no gasp between my flesh and the beveled wooden edges!
With my head held rigidly erect, my hands were locked solidly almost a foot on either side of my face. Naturally there was no hope of escape for the latches were far beyond the reach of my fingers. Celeste told em that she was gong to remove the gag mask for the straps were covering part of my hair,but I was to hold the runner penis which would be placed in my mouth of my own volition for it would not be tied in. Woe unto me if I spit it out or dropped it! Also I was to keep my eyes closed at all times.
They both began at one time. I felt and heard the Snip, Snip of the scissors as they whacked at my hair. I could hardly believe what they were doing! Bunches of my long hair fell onto my lap. I dared not open my eyes and was in no position to resist.
Sitting helplessly erect, much like a Queen on her throne, I sobbed and sucked on the rubber phallus filling my mouth as my head was shorn……………But that was not all! I soon learned that I was to be shaved also. For they rolled out a basin of water, a tube of shaving cream and two long straight razors. In an instant there was not a hair left on my head. I had never felt so nude in all my life! After completing their task, was released from the chair and sent to my room with my hands cuffed behind me.
Peeking into the mirror on the hall, I paused and admired the exotic looking image before me.
Part 4
After all of the physical abuse, I was left alone for the night.
No one bothered me even the next morning. I figured it was so that my cuts and bruises would heal up! If it were not for the handcuffs locking my wrists behind me I would have been fairly comfortable. My freshly shaven head felt odd though, sort of burning and itching. But I could not raise my hands to scratch it which was very aggravating.
Late in the afternoon, Dominique brought me some food and let me soak in the bath. Aside from some bruises I was not looking to bad after Auntie had worked me over so thoroughly. The luxury of the warm bath did not last too long for Celeste came for me and, after I had donned my Maids costume, my hands were cuffed together in front and locked closely to the collar. After inserting my usual penis gag and snapping on a leash, she drug me down the hall.
Auntie and Dominique were scanning some papers on the dining room table and hardly noticed my entrance into the room. Celeste forced me to my knees and shortened the leash as she hooked it to a ring embedded into the floor ensuring my postulate position before my captors. I was held bent over for the longest time and I listened to the conversation between the three tyrannical females with much interest for they were completing some mysterious plans for me which would no doubt affect my future. Auntie had received an invitation from the Mistress of a neighboring Farm to attend a gathering of local Dominants in order to show off their slaves. They were discussing what my costumes should consist of and whether or not I was prepared to run in the Pony Races!!!! The outing was not for two weeks yet so there was time to get me ready, starting tonight!!
The immediate need was to train me as a Pony Girl so out came the costume. I was made to stand and remove my clothing. My arms were folded across the soft part of my body, below my breasts and rib cage. The right wrist was fastened to the left elbow and vice versa with the left wrist. A heavy leather corset was slipped over my head, covering my arms and extending down to my hips. As the laces were tightened and re-tightened I could feel my arms disappearing into the softness of my torso. In addition to the laces, the corset had a series of straps and locking buckles that cinched me even more solidly. When the two girls were through adjusting the laces and straps one could not ascertain whether I even had any arms at all. The corset produced a shape that exaggerated my bust while reducing my waist line to an impossible degree, and at the same time hiding my arms completely.
Burying my arms into my abdomen, the grip of the corset made breathing very difficult indeed! Which was why they decided that I must wear it at all times from here on. For I was going to have to learn to breathe under the most strenuous circumstances!!!! Little was I to know what might lie ahead. Knee high boots were laced on and a restricting collar was added about my neck. While holding my chin up high, it also contained a bit gag which was similar to ones that I had seen used on horses. When locked on a steel rod ran between my teeth holding my mouth open. Reins were attached to the rings at either side of the bit and I soon learned how to respond to the tugs turning my head from side to side. ( I forgot to mention that the boots were specially made to enhance the Ponies posture. No heels, but severely arched insteps with the soles resembling a horses hoof. The wearer was kept on her toes at all times.)
I was led outdoors to commmence the first element of training as a PONY GIRL.
Part 5
The weekend passed even slower then had the previous ones since I had been taken captive.
Maybe it was the helpless condition caused by the training corset. For it had been on three days now and without the use if my hands and arms, existence was very difficult. Breathing was some what easier for I had learned to use my diaphragm, inhaling much like a trained opera singer. While I did not have any chores to accomplish (with no hands to work with) I had free run of the mansion.
Clopping noisily about the halls in my hoof like boots, I explored all the nooks and crannies that had open doors. Some of the rooms I had visited before, mostly when I was being punished for a misdeed, while others I wished I had not ventured into for I knew it was just a matter of time before I would be fastened to many of the weird contrivances on hand and left to suffer in silent darkness. Actually I was beginning to enjoy myself as I lolled about. I was fed twice a day by another slave in captivity much as I was. She was always hooded and obviously gagged so we could not communicate with one another but found a way to commiserate with each other through our eyes. At each meal she would unlock my bit gag, feed me, wipe my face then replace the gag. I had hoped she would leave it a little looser now and then but no doubt she had been made aware of the dire consequences that would befall her if such actions were discovered. My only problem was that whenever I came near Celeste or Dominique, they would stop me and check my corset. Amazingly they would find a way to tighten more and more each time. Soon I tried to avoid them and if I heard their voices in the distance, I would reverse my direction.
Monday morning finally came and I was taken out doors and turned over to the horse trainer. She established a rigorous daily routine for me to follow over the next two weeks prior to the race. Each morning I was taken to the yard and tethered to the Merry -Go Round Training device. I was taught how to high step and strut. A strap was run from the head harness, that held the bit and reins, down my back through my legs and hooked tightly to the corset in front. This horrid strap held my back straight and forced my head up high. Around and around the circle I went for hours on end. The long whip administered by the trainer cracked sharply on the cheeks of my bare ass and curled about my legs over and over again until I was high stepping to the tempo dictated by the blaring tape recorder from the barn. The afternoon hours were spent hitched to a sulky. It was heavily weighted and with the trainer attending the reins I had to trot up and down the hills of the adjoining fields in order to build the stamina in my legs. As always the whip cracking over my ass encouraged me to pull harder and faster as they hours wore on. Each evening I was returned to my stall in the barn where I was fed, some times by another slave or then again I was left alone only to kneel and push my face into a bowl of mush in order to feed myself. This seemed more degrading to me then many of the tortures I had been force to submit to since I had lost my freedom. By the end of the first week, my ass was criss crossed by many welts from the whip that I learned to detest, but at last I seemed to be getting the hang of things and the whip was used less and less. The weekend came and I was allowed to rest for the two days.
Saturday morning, the trainer came by to check on me and saw that the leather corset was rubbing some sore spots above my hips and between my legs. Not wanting anything to hamper my performance, she decided to change the corset from leather to latex. I smiled inwardly for this would certainly be more comfortable than the stiff and unyielding leather. I breathed deeply for the first time in over a week as the corset was stripped from my body. After checking and re-tightening the bonds on my arms she began slipping the latex tunic over my head and shoulders. It took almost an hour to get it on and after zipping the heavy duty zipper down my back and buckling all the elastic straps in place. I found that I had smiled too soon for unbelievably, the latex corset was even more restrictive then the leather one. My breasts were gripped tighter at the base by the elastic foundation and bulged like two large balloons. And the crotch strap was split between my legs separating the lips of my pussy as the thin thongs dug deeply into my soft flesh. One advantage though, was that I could be hosed down to wash the sweat off me at the end of each day, for water would not affect the latex as it would the leather. I was left alone to rest and relax for the remainder of the weekend, that is if one could relax with their body bound as mine was wearing the Horsy boots and the head harness and bridle bit constantly. I tried to take advantage of the time off as best I could sometimes laying in the straw, sitting on a bale of hay or just standing quietly.
Monday morning came all too soon and the routine started anew but with two major variations. Another set of reins were added. Thin chains hooked to my nipple rings. The whip soon taught me that the purpose of these reins was to signal when I was to back up and turn to the right or left as I was backing. The reins on the bridle bit were used for all forward motions. There was to be a Dressage before the actual race and the Ponies had to display their talents before the judges. The second variation was that the race was to be a Handicap race. My handicap was that I had to perform blind! For the rest of the week I had to wear a special hood that shut off my eye sight. It was made of heavy latex and fit snugly over my head with a hole for my hair to formed into a Pony Tail. The hood contained a hard rubber bit which held my teeth wide apart and contained rings for the reins and bridle. The trainers whip came into use time and time again as I stumbled awkwardly about in the darkness induced by the ever tightening hood. But again it was only a matter of time before the rigid training produced the desired results for by mid week I was strutting and parading satisfactorily as well as pulling the sulky without too much coaching from the nasty whip!
At last the week of the races came! Auntie, Celeste and Dominique all came to watch me practice and seemed please with the results. Early Tuesday morning I was lead out into the yard and cleaned up all spick and span. I could even feel someone (a slave no doubt) shinning my latex corset, hood and boots. On a leash, I was taken to a horse trailer and guided up the ramp and inside where my neck was fitted into a retaining bracket while my legs were spread and locked by wide cuffs to the sides of the trailer was to make the trip to the race site held in an immovable stance while the trailer bounced over the bumpy country roads. Fortunately the journey was not too long for the neck bracket was very snug and I could feel every rut and stone as we rolled over them, jolting my helpless body, shaking me up considerably.
Arriving at the track I was backed out of the trailer and tethered in the corral presumably with other Ponies, for I could hear nickering and the stomping of hooves every now and then along with the soothing voices of the trainers and owners seeking To calm their ponies. I was content to be left alone for the moment. It was odd, considering that I had been blinded by the hood for a good week now, how I could count the minutes and hours passing. I knew that the race was soon to start and sure enough my owners came to add the new harness and attachments. From the description I could hear, the harness was a beautiful white one that gripped me unmercifully as the straps were buckled and locked. A high white plume was added to the top of my head harness giving me the appearance of added height. I felt a pair of fingers slide up inside my hood and was startled to feel plugs being pushed into my ears, first one and then the other. There were to be no verbal commands! I had to respond solely to the touch on the reins and the tip of the whip as Auntie, who was to drive, applied them. As the head strap was strung down my back pulling my head extra high I knew it was going to be along after noon!
The Dressage came first, lasting almost two hours as we were paraded before the judges. I high stepped, strutted, bowed and performed all the tricks I knew. The ear plugs silenced the applause and cheers from the crowd so I had no idea if I was doing well or not. At last I could feel the racing sulky being attached to my harness. A light flick the whip started me forward and after several turns about the track I was stopped and tugs on my nipple rings indicated that I was to back into the starting position. My nipples were yanked to the right and left a number of times before I was in placed. I stood anxiously with only the hollow ringing in my plugged up ears to soothe my nerves. Suddenly the whip cracked across my ass viscously and we were off! I lifted my knees high and strutted as fast as I could in the restricting harness. Right foot, left foot, I must remember to pace, not gallop ! Keep my stride steady…………..I knew not what was happening, was I leading the pack or trailing far behind? I only knew that the race was to be ten complete laps of the track and I tried to judge the distance as Auntie flicked the whip time and again. Panting through the straining bit, I counted the laps as best I could, five now, no six……oh damn I lost count ………would it never end? I felt as I would collapse any second. More and more the whip demanded ! Up! Down ! my knees pumped trying mot to miss a step……….The whip was lashing my ass relentlessly so I knew we must be coming into the last lap now. My head ached, my back ached, my legs were so numb, it seemed as if nothing mattered any more, Just concentrate on trotting remembering all the days of training, this was the final moment !!!!!!!
Auntie pulled back on both reins at the same time. The signal to slow down and come to a walk. She took me around the track on a slow pace to cool me off and then we stopped at the judges stand. The trainer came out and stripped off the head harness and hood. The bright sun light blinded me at first and I stood dazzled by all the commotion. It seemed as though I had come in first. Every one was all smiles. But then came the final announcement. AUNTIES PONY WAS DISQUALIFIED FOR BREAKING STRIDE JUST BEFORE THE FINISH !!!!!!!! Oh no! My knees felt weak!
Auntie stood before me glaring and said …. “You shall pay for this you worthless slut!!!! “
