Chapter 5: The Pearson Shot

Caroline was unsurprisingly exactly where I’d left her. She had been in the same position for nearly ninety minutes and was obviously suffering.

I released her legs and then carried her back to the cell. Once there I stripped off the boots and stockings and gently massaged her legs until I was sure she was ok. She was still gagged with the harness and her arms were still tied to the rod. I went and collected some cotton rope and a few other things from the cabinet.

On returning I replaced the boots locking them back in place with the simple fixings attached to the zippers. The stockings I left off because to be honest they badly needed cleaning.

I liked Caroline’s naked body but gloves and high heels make a lot of sense as a slave uniform. For starters they stop the bonds chafing wrists and ankles and thus make the slave more comfortable. Both are additional bonds; high heels make an excellent hobble and the glove’s reduce the finger’s tactile sense and dexterity which is always useful.

In addition the gloves also mean that you don’t need to worry about your slave leaving fingerprints lying around.

If for example I was burgled and the police dusted for prints I wouldn’t have to explain why those of a missing coed were in my house.

And of course they look sexy.

I used the cord to tie Caroline’s legs together making tight cuffs of rope around her ankles and above and below her knees. In all cases I clinched the cord tightly to ensure she couldn’t move. Next after warnings about talking I removed the harness and replaced her collar.

She wiggled a bit as I removed the earplugs but then waited patiently as I released her wrists. She looked up with large doe eyes, the image of a disgraced sheepdog. I threw her a large sponge ball.

“Gag yourself.”

She picked up the ball and looked at it doubtfully. “You removed the last one without permission, from now on you’re responsible for being gagged. You’ll put it in and you’ll ensure it stays there! You have thirty seconds or you have another punishment session.”

Argument was useless and she’d been ordered to keep quiet. She paused for only a second then did something she had never done in her life before, with hands trembling, she started to cram the hard sponge ball into her mouth.

It proved to be quite a struggle as the ball was the largest I had. Finally however it was firmly in place a large phosphorescent yellow mass completely filling her mouth. I wondered for a moment if the people at Nerf had ever thought of marketing their product for this use then I casually tossed her a long length of white cotton cloth.

“Tie it in place, good and tight.”

With my encouragement she placed the cloth band between her teeth and pulled it tight.

I got her to tighten it until her cheeks bulged over the white cotton band and the horrid yellow ball was completely covered then I had her knot it firmly behind her head.

Finally I tied her gloved arms as I had her legs and stood back to admire the view.

Call me old fashioned but there is something about a girl tied with rope that always reminds me of Saturday morning serials. Modern restraints are good, I couldn’t hope to keep Caroline as secure as I do without them, but they lack a certain spontaneity.

In the old serials the young heroine would stumble on the villain’s plan and end up tied with rope and gagged with a handkerchief struggling on the floor.

Rope and cloth are common, you could imagine the villain digging some up on the spur of the moment but ballgags, cuffs and the like aren’t the sorts of things you find just lying about.

So Caroline lay struggling like the Republic heroines of a bygone age, the difference being that “King of the Rocket Men” was not about to save her.

Rather than fasten the wire to her collar I decided to try another device.

I stroked her exposed breasts listening to the renewed moans from behind her gag.

When each nipple was good and hard I fastened a little clamp on it and tightened it with a small hex wrench. Once in place the clamp could only be removed with the tool.

A chain was attached to the clamps and this I fastened to the bed frame.

She watched silently the message clear, to keep her nipples intact she would have to lie quietly on the bed.

“These are only temporary,” I said reassuringly as I wiggled the chain.”They’ll do until I can have you pierced.”

Her eye’s flashed open in shock and a startled sound erupted from her gagged mouth. “Well, I told you the consequences of attacking me,” I said, “I’m thinking of a little gold ring for each nipple and maybe one for your nose.”

She shook her head and made muffled sounds.

For the first time since she got here she really struggled against her bonds, but the ropes held firm.

I ignored her but reached down between her legs.

“Maybe a couple down here,” I said slipping my hand inside the panties.

She looked horrified at the prospect.

I smiled sweetly and cranked the vibrator up a notch.

“Have fun!” I said and left bolting the door behind me.

By now I was sure she was almost ready, she was tired, hungry and very frightened.

Further she knew that she needed to get back in my good books as soon as she could if she was to avoid mutilation.

I let her stew a while longer and prepared a light meal. As I ate I went through the list of models I’d compiled. There was quite some variety ranging from obvious professionals to girls who only worked part time for the local agencies spending their days serving behind shop counters or in restaurants.

Vicky, the girl I’d initially selected, had been in what the manager had called his “Blue book” which was apparently for girls who didn’t go through an agency.

I had mixed feelings about this, on the one hand I wanted as little record of our relationship as possible but at the same time I needed her to be professional.

Too much time can be wasted with an inexperienced model.

In the end I risked it and gave her a call.

I got her machine meaning she probably had a day job so I left the barest details and asked that she call me back.

Then I pressed on with the plan.

I found Caroline’s makeup box amongst the things I’d taken from her apartment.

For a girl who sold makeup she had a surprisingly limited range.

Fortunately Samantha had left a lot of things behind when she moved out.

An assistant editor at Vogue must receive a lot of free makeup samples because even the small box she had forgotten was packed to the brim with lipsticks, blushers and eye makeup.

Sam had also left behind one of the dresses I’d bought her, a black silky evening dress whose only crime was not coming from a major designer.

I moved them downstairs to the dungeon and added some things from the wardrobe. Recovering the leather blindfold and the crop I returned to the cell and removed the nipple clamps and the bindings for her legs.

Her nips were still red and engorged and obviously very sensitive.

I pulled her body over mine and placed one hand on her breast as I removed the panties.

I ran my hand over her nipple and made some comment about silver being perhaps a better match for her complexion.

She lay helpless in my arms weakly shaking her head and attempted to speak, her eyes large and frightened.

I looked down at her. “Your choice,” I said, “The nipples or the photo’s.” A look of relief spread across her face.

“You must realize slave that in order to account for your actions yesterday there will be a penalty to pay. We will be taking a lot more photo’s than we would have had you behaved and they will be a lot more explicit.”

She looked at the floor for a second weighing up her alternatives then she looked up and nodded eagerly.

“You must follow my orders exactly, quickly and the best you can understand?”

Again the nod.

“If I feel that you aren’t giving me what I want then the deals off.”

She nodded again.

“IF I tell you to smile while fucking a pig, you’ll smile big and bright as if you really enjoy it or tomorrow we fit you for a little extra jewelry, understand?”

Her eyes had bulged a little at the mention of a pig, but she still nodded with vigorous energy.

After removing vibrator and buttplug I replaced the cloth with her usual ballgag. I did it myself as I didn’t want to untie her but I made it clear that I would still hold her responsible for presence of the gag then I fastened a leash to her collar.

Reaching down I fitted the hobble on her ankles and covered her large questioning eyes with the blindfold.

Then I led her upstairs.

Once in the house I took her up to a bathroom on the second floor where I removed the blindfold, boots and hobble and helped her into the bath.

Near the shower head was a D ring set in the ceiling nominally used to hold up a shower rack.

With the rack removed the true purpose was apparent and I locked her leash to it.

She watched as I started to undress, getting her first real look at my naked body.

I’m not a big man, certainly not by porn film standards but I’d been ignoring this erection for the better part of two days.

Now with the proximity of her helpless naked body it came back with a vengeance.

Her eyes bulged as it slapped against my leg, I tried desperately to imaging people gutting fish (an old trick my father told me to rapidly get out of the mood).

Then I stepped in behind her.

For the first time in out relationship she was wearing more than I was though I think the irony of this was lost on her.

I turned on the water letting it play over her head and down the flanks of her body.

The light here was better than in the dungeon and I could clearly make out last summers bikini line.

Almost as expected she wasn’t radical in her choice of swimwear and there were large areas that had never seen sunlight.

I left her for a moment letting the water do it’s work.

Then I picked up a bottle of shampoo and started to massage it into her thick mane of blond hair.

My fingers worked into her scalp in gentle smooth caresses...

Years ago when I was a student there had been a barbers shop just off campus called Al’s. Al had started the place back in ‘46 when he’d finally been let out of the army. For thirty years Al’s had 2 barbers chairs and 4 seats in the waiting room and in all that time he’d never been overcrowded. Then in the summer of ‘78 he’d taken on a girl called Maria to wash hair for him. Maria was some relative from a distant part of Al’s huge Italian family wanting a little vacation money. She also knew the secret of washing hair. She did it slow in gentle sweeps punctuated by heavy washing, massaging the scalp with long strong sensitive fingers.

For the first time in thirty years Al’s had to take bookings, with his usual style Al bowed to the inevitable and bought another chair in the waiting room. Maria proved very popular with the male students and was invited to all the best campus parties for the rest of the year...

And Caroline, bound and gagged in my bathroom was now benefiting from Maria’s legacy, eyes closed, she moaned softly, as I shampooed her hair.

We rinsed, rewashed and conditioned, and I began to feel the tension leaching from my slaves body.

Right now her captivity was forgotten, lost in a primal grooming ritual that was already hardening her nipples.

Then I moved on to the rest of her, spreading fragrant shower gel on my hands and massaging it into her soft flesh.

Her small noises and the pattern of her breathing told me of her enjoyment as I soaped her firm pert breasts.

She had been encased in sweaty rubber for the last few days and before that was the trip here in my trunk now she was enjoying the sensation of being clean again.

I pulled her closer letting my hands follow the trim contours of her athletic body.

Suddenly I felt her gloved hand slide over my cock and balls.

I stiffened, thinking this was an attack but instead her strong latex covered fingers started to play up and down my shaft.

I’d clinched her wrists so tightly that her hands were effectively one unit.

If she was playing with the head she was limited to the shaft for the other hand but closer to the base she teased my balls with deft flicks of her gloved fingertips.

In response my hands moved down into the silky smooth folds of her womanhood, feeling the heat building there.

She looked up at me with those large doe like, need filled eyes, making little noises behind her gag, rubbing her wet slippery body against mine.

Begging for release, begging for...

But from the back of my mind came a little voice telling me that she was playing me for a sap, thinking she could buy me off with a body I already owned. Soon other voices chimed in reminding me that she’d had something throbbing away in her holes for the best part of a day. Sure she’s horny, it said, and we can USE than.

So I pushed her away and continued to rub her down all the while trying to imagine people gutting fish.

As slowly and erotically as I could I dried her and powdered her naked body.

Styling her hair more difficult but in the end I had her rich golden hair pinned up high on her head in the elegant slightly conservative look that I needed.

All this time she gave me no trouble and even when I replaced the boots, hobble and blindfold she seemed content to let me manage her.

It was clear she was taking our deal really seriously and didn’t want to risk screwing it up.

I lead her back to the dungeon and locked the iron door behind me, before attaching the collar to a ceiling ring near the table and removing everything but the collar.

I slapped the crop on the table top next to a small pile of leather clothing.

“Put them on slut.”

“Yes Master.” She was meek, enthusiastic and willing to please, in fact willing to do anything but face the alternative. The outfit consisted of a soft leather strapless corset and matching briefs, a pair of normal patent high heeled pumps, a pair of silk stockings and a pair of black leather opera gloves.

She seemed almost happy as she put them on.

She had intended to finish with the gloves but I stopped her, hobbled her ankles and chained the collar to the table.

Next I brought out the makeup.

“Ok slave make yourself pretty.”

She looked confused, “But Master these aren’t my colors...”

“They are now. Do it slave or maybe a flogging will persuade you?”

She started, a little hesitantly at first and I had to point out what colors to use, but in the end she looked radiant confirming everything I had seen in her that first day.