Over the speakers you hear me speak once more.
“bitch slave you need to read through your orders more carefully. After all I did instruct you to be seated on the stool for inspection and so that I could ensure you use the proper amount of the cream. Not as to the matter of your attitude and language…”
A few strokes of the keys of my laptop and after gathering up equipment walked off towards the hydrotherapy room.
Pain exploded from the collar as it shocked you, the most powerful yet, and you could feel the welcome approach of oblivion and just as everything was going grey the pain and shock retreated and the aftershocks were painful and as your screams echoed off the walls and just as your breathing was returning to normal the showerhead let loose with a stream of icy water stealing your breath and ripping another shriek from your raw throat and as numbness advanced the water stopped and the collar once more shocked you to near the point of blackness drawing yet more screams and the process repeated until finally it stopped and the bonds relaxed and you collapsed onto the floor.
After several long moments lying there and sobbing you become aware of the fact that you are no longer alone in the room, and opening your eyes you see my booted feet covered with black rubber which was part of the chemical warfare suit I am wearing.
“bitch slave you are trying my patience and so you will suffer.” My voice was doubly disguised by the device and the gas mask. “I will break you and you will be my slave. The harder you fight me the longer and harder your training will be. Due to your behavior thus far and your language you will restart the task in the morning. However before we return you to your cell I will show you the error you what you have done thus far.” And pressing a button you are once again jerked of your feet and stretched painfully. As your eyes travel to my face you see that the suit I wear leaves no skin visible and that the gasmask had two circles of glass as eye holes. I am standing before you, hands behind me watching you.
“you cowardly fuck!” you snarl savagely “when I get free I will make you pay! You might try to hide your identity but I will find you and make you pay.” After these are out I grabbed the clamps and pulling on the clamps I savagely and instantly removed them, drawing another yelp. The pain was intense but brief. A pair of fore- and backhand slaps drew another snarl and cures before I bring my hands forward to show you a blindfold. After strapping it on tightly I order you to open your mouth and at your refusal I grab your hair and pull back savagely winding in it a cord of some sort which held your head back which position which is painful, made the worse by the edges of the collar. I force a huge ballgag between your jaws and pull the strap tight. As I pull a hood or mask of some sort over your head you realize two things. First that it was a gasmask and that I had done something to it so that no air reached you.
For several long moments you try desperately to breathe. As you struggle for breath I slap your ass hard and fast. Just as oblivion once more approached I rip the mask off and you are able to breath. Chest heaving just as you begin to begin to catch your breath again I roughly pull the mask back over your head. The pattern thus repeats itself as I speak to you.
“Listen with care slave,” though distorted you hear the words clearly enough, “because you are still not getting what the realities are. You are my prisoner and my slave. The sooner you realize this and cease to fight me the less unhappy you will be. You will still suffer but not so much as if you continue to fight me. Now to arrange you properly.”
You hear me moving around the room near you, several metallic scrapes and the rustle of cloth lead you to prepare yourself for something bad, and unexpected. I then cut the cord holding your head back. The blindfold was nearly yanked off and after several moments in which your eyes adjusted and upon recognizing the implements before you issued a mewling cry of dismay.
Before you were two small tables. One held piercing tools and several rings. On the second was the torment cream and the thin belt.
“that’s right slave it is time for your piercing, then for the application of the cream.”
I picked up the piecing tools and began to roll one nipple between one gloved hand. Once the nipple was erect I fitted the first ring to the tool and pierced your nipple. Repeating the process on the other nipple I then kneel before you and you realized that the other ten rings would be emplaced in your cunt lips and they were. Rubbing your cunt lips drew disgusted growls from you. With a flick of a switch on the remote I picked up sends a trio of strong shocks though you. Once the rings are emplaced I speak again.
“Now slave as to the reason for this garb. When you learn who I am, you shall have some small measure of relief in at least knowing the face of your Master. But the not knowing weighs on you, I know it must you need not answer.”
As I spoke I picked up the cream and liberally coated your clit, cunt lips and then the two dildos. After strapping the belt around your waist. I bent to strap the other belt through your crotch and carefully strapped the dildos in and locked the belt on, careful to pull the rings out from beneath. Once I locked small padlocks to each which held a chain. This chain pulled the lips of your cunt around the belt.
As the cream begins to take effect you snarl, indeed the cream was beginning to arouse you, and you shake, for the first time noting the items on the stool.
There were a saddle and some manner of headdress. The preparations completed. Taking the remote from my pocket, flipping a switch you drop form the frame and you release yourself planning to attack me, but the moment you stood the collar and dildos dropped you with savage shocks.
“slave I told you that you may never stand and should you try you will be punished. Now bitch crawl to me.” As I commanded you I has seated myself upon the stool. Once you reached me glaring I flipped a switch on the remote and a shock, though painful not as bad as the most recent ones, pulsed through you. “I will remove the gag, you will lay your head on my thigh. Once the gag is out you will thank me then open your mouth to receive the new one. Then we shall return you to the cell.”
Once the gag was out you prepared to let fly further curses, a warning tingle from the collar stopped you.
“Thank you for removing the gag.” You said simply managing, mainly, to repress the rage you felt.
“Slave that is not the proper manner of addressing me, your Master.”
“Master,” you say fighting to keep the rage out of your voice, “thank you for removing the gag, Master.”
Seeing your mouth hang open for the gag I picked the headdress up and show it to you. It consisted of several buckled straps, a bit, and blinders which were superfluous as between the blinders was a blindfold. The bit was metal and bent in a way that you saw would hold your tongue to the floor of your mouth. There were reins attached to rings at the sides of the bit. Atop the headdress was a feathered plume of red and black feathers.
Once the headdress was secured I secured the saddle to your back then picked up the crop under.
“I will take my supper,” I announced buckling a panel then locking it. This panel would prevent anything entering. “afterwards we shall return you to your cell. A warning slave should you throw me you shall not be allowed to start the task tomorrow but will spent the whole day in the most stringent bondage.” Upon mounting the saddle I click my tongue as swap your ass with the crop. “Gitty up slave.”