Donna entered my sleeping quarters with the mincing steps that her ankle tether allowed. She had put on the short pleated tennis skirt and front clasp sports bra that I allowed for her morning workout on my stair climber. Normally, bondage trainees are required to be naked at all times, however, Donna was so fetching in her tennis skirt as it brushed her thighs during her workout and bounced up in back to reveal her tight round ass that I had made an exception for her. I allowed no panties, of course, as her pussy always had to be immediately accessible. She had the expectant look on her face that she always has when her ankle tether is going to be removed.
It was probably Donna’s excitement, that caused her not to notice the changes that had been made to the exercise machine, or maybe she saw them and chose not to inquire. She stepped onto the machine and slipped her delicate feet into the high-top cross training shoes that were permanently attached to the pedals. I laced her feet into the shoes and I must say that the sight of her ass and luscious thighs so close to my face, along with the sweet scent of her pussy, almost caused me to abandon my plans for the morning. I fought off the urge, however, and continued my task of attaching Donna to the stepper, albeit with a newly roused rod in my shorts.
Once Donna’s feet were firmly laced into the shoes, she was unable to step out because of their high-top design. After I clipped her steel bracelets to short chains that were attached to the stepper’s handrails, Donna was as securely bound as if her collar had been locked into a bolt in the basement, yet she could pound the stair climber to her heart’s content. Only then did I unlock and remove her ankle tether.
Donna then reached for the control panel of the machine to turn it on and program her workout as she usually did, but a confused look appeared on her face as she realized that the handrail chains had been shortened such that she could not reach the panel. At that point I took scissors out of a dresser drawer and cut through Donna’s tennis skirt and bra, leaving her completely naked as the clothes fluttered to the floor. If she didn’t know before, Donna certainly knew now that something would be different about today’s exercise session. Her expression showed a mix of curiosity and trepidation. I gave her permission to speak and in the feminine voice that always made my heart jump, she asked what was going to happen.
I went to my closet and returned with a black metal box with a switch and dial on it and wires dangling from the back. Two of the wires ended with metal clips and a third with a metal dildo about eight inches long and two inches in diameter with a hole in the end. I explained to Donna that I would insert the dildo deep into her pussy and attach the clips to her nipples. When I touched the switch on the box, an electric current would be sent down the wires to her tenderest parts. The dial adjusted the intensity of the current and was numbered one to five. The truly interesting part of the arrangement, however, was the two additional wires that were attached to the box. These would be connected to pressure switches mounted on the bottom of the stair climber’s pedals. As long as the pedals were off the floor, those switches would be off and no current would flow. However, if Donna stopped stepping, or did not keep up with the programmed exercise, the pedals would fall to the floor, the switches would close, and the clips and dildo would be energized.
I smoothed some jelly onto the dildo and moved to slide it into Donna’s pussy, however, as the cold metal touched her lips Donna involuntarily closed her thighs. This reaction had occurred before and I had worked hard to eliminate it, but I was disappointed again. I picked up a cane to apply the appropriate punishment, but before I could bring it to bear on her bottom, Donna apologized and spread her legs dutifully. Swayed by the sight of her smoothly waxed cunt and knowing that Donna would soon need all of her strength and stamina, I relented. I inserted the dildo deep into Donna and fastened a belt around her tummy just above her hips. A narrow strap was attached to the belt in front which I drew through the hole in the end of the dildo, then firmly up between Donna’s legs and then attached to the belt again in the back. This arrangement would hold the dildo deep in Donna’s cunt, no matter how hard she stepped or the muscles in her belly contracted.
I next attached the clips to Donna’s nipples. Her nipples are one of Donna’s best features; each a lovely dark brown in the center of her pink aureoles and exquisitely sensitive. Clamps seem to have the effect of increasing that sensitivity and after nipple torture, I find that Donna is often unable to keep her hands off of herself. As I opened the jaws of a clip, Donna actually pushed her left breast slightly forward to meet it. I placed the clip over her left nipple and as the metal jaws bit into her tender flesh she drew breath in suddenly, but immediately relaxed, almost enjoying the sensation. I next attached the other clip to her right nipple. I had adjusted the pressure of the clips so as not to cause too much pain, but tightly enough that they would remain firmly attached to the lovely and tender points of Donna’s tits.
I stood back to admire my handiwork and Donna was a sight to behold. The wire emerging from her lower lips and her clamped nipples clearly indicated her subjugation, yet the shoes on her feet , her erect stance and the head held high proclaimed that Donna intended to deal with anything that came her way with power and dignity.
(to be continued)
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