Chapter One - Allison

I met Alison about a year ago at "A Cut Above". It was a men's only hair saloon that would occasional cut women's hair but catered to the men. The women were scantily clad in various fetish attire, short skirts, revealing tops, provocative stockings, or any number of attractive outfits that matched their taste and personality. The lobby had a pool table and a small open bar along with various men's magazines varying from Sports Illustrated to GQ, to Maxim and Playboy. I had been going there monthly to get my usual haircut and when I met Alison, she soon became my preferred stylist. She had shoulder length blonde hair and stood maybe five foot four. I would never ask her how much she weighed, but it couldn't have been much over a hundred. She had gorgeous legs and a fantastic body. Although she wasn't huge up top, maybe a B cup, she chose her clothing wisely and made the best of her assets. Aside from being easy on the eyes, she was very friendly and easy to talk to. Her ten-minute haircuts always took longer then anticipated, but she was such fun to be around, I certainly could never complain.

She had been cutting my hair for maybe six months when she received a phone call at work one day. She was busy massaging my scalp in the washbasin and had to have the manager hold the phone to her ear while talking. While I could only hear half the conversation, it seemed very strange. While trying to be as polite as possible without getting too nosey, I couldn't help but pester her for details on the one-sided conversation. She finally relented and explained the situation to me. "One of my regulars had been giving me gifts whenever he stopped in for his cut. It started out small, my favorite soda, and occasionally flowers. Once it was a gift card to my favorite store. Then candies on Valentines Day. I always declined them, but he always made sure I accepted before he left." She admitted it was a little creepy and a little stalker-ish, but she knew she wouldn't let it lead anywhere. He was a good fifteen years older then her 25-year-old self, and he seemed really nice so she didn't think too much of it. She made it a point to tell all of her customers she was spoken for and had been seeing a guy for a couple years, "Marriage was eminent" she would often say, just to thwart the advances of her many customers.

By now we were back to her booth. I had followed a few paces behind her to take in her lovely sculpted ass beautifully on display beneath those tight faux leather vinyl black pants. She continued on telling me the story and mentioned that he called to make sure I received his package as she motioned to the shelf beneath her mirror. I couldn't help but ask her what was in it but she had just received it moments before I arrived and hadn't unpacked it yet. "Tonight is my birthday, so he wanted to get me something special. He really wants me to wear it for him the next time he came in. Quite frankly I think that may be going too far. I'm not sure I want him fantasizing about me wearing whatever Victoria's secret panties he may have picked up." I warned her to be careful cause there are all kinds of guys. But looking at her incredible legs wrapped in black vinyl and topped off with a tightly laced corset pushing up her boobs to the point of obscenity, I certainly couldn't blame the guy for trying. Shortly thereafter my appointment was over and I told her she would have to tell me all about her birthday surprise next month.

As usual, I arrived the first Friday of the month, to chat with the Awesome Ally and get the dish on the mystery gift from last month. When I arrived though I was completely caught off guard. Instead of my blonde angel a black haired beauty greeted me. She was clad in a pair of sexy, seamed fishnet stockings, the diamonds were terribly small and almost appeared like solid black stockings from afar, but were actually tightly spaced diamonds when up close. She was wearing four-inch heels that looked painfully tight. Wrapped around her ass was a flared plaid schoolgirl skirt that barely went down to mid thigh. Clinging around her neck was a very polished titanium collar with a steel ring welded to the front. The collar stood about an inch or two tall and looked very expensive and decorative rather then bulky and punishing like a typical stereotypical collar would be. She had told me a few times about her younger gothic days, her "dirty girl" stage she jokingly called it, but always said she had no interest in reliving her past. Instead she wore an eyebrow piercing thru her left eyebrow as a reminder to her long gone past. Shocked about the new look, I couldn't help but ask. She clearly did not want to talk about it and was getting more upset the longer I inquired. I even tried to be supportive and tell her how much I liked it, especially since it was true, but she still didn't want to discuss it.

So I thought I would change the subject and ask her about the package which she immediately clammed up about. Something was seriously wrong. I tried to make small talk throughout the appointment, but clearly she was a different person. The outgoing, social butterfly I had come to know and lust after had been squashed. As we went back to the washbasins, I sat in the chair and leaned back as she lathered up my hair. When the two gentlemen on either side got up to leave she leaned in close put her fingers to my lips to silence me and whispered "Can I trust you?" I nodded yes. "If you promise to talk about anything else, I will meet you after work and tell you everything." Again I nodded yes. "Meet me at the Penalty Box and I will join you shortly after seven." I nodded a third time and changed the subject to sports, then what I did over the weekend, and how the nieces and nephews were getting so big. All the while she kind of just played along, her head was clearly not part of the discussion. I tipped her the usual amount and slipped her my business card with my cell phone on it and proceeded across the parking lot to the agreed upon place.

The penalty box was appropriately named as it sat adjacent to the hockey rink where all the youth and adult leagues for the county were played. It also shared the parking lot with the Hair Saloon so it was an easy choice for drinks. I walked in and spied an empty booth along the wall. I walked across the dingy white floor that was marked up with lines and markings to look just like the main ice at the hockey rink next door. The walls were just like a rink with brightly colored advertisements and swing away doors just like the players bench at a real rink. The table surface was a solid sheet of semi clear Plexiglas made to look like actual ice. I opened the door to the booth, ordered a drink from the scantily clad waitress and waited for my phone to ring as I fully expected Allison to cancel on me. But much to my disbelief shortly after seven, she walked through the door and looked around then headed my way. She took a fast seat across from me and surveyed the room in a paranoid fashion and apologized for being so secretive. That's when she broke into tears and let it all out.


Chapter Two – The Explanation

She took the gift home and informed her boyfriend about the latest gift she had received. They opened the box together and found three things along with a letter. Inside was a hand written note; "I thought you should indulge your darker side for a while – Neal". The first was the black fishnet stockings still sealed in a brand new package. The second were the four-inch high-heeled shoes that she is still wearing today. The last was a Chastity belt, which caused my jaw to hit the table. They examined the gift together and admired its construction. It was similar to her collar in that it was very heavy duty, but also very sleek. There were plugs attached at the front and rear, the front was permanently in place, while the rear could be hinged out of the way when nature called. The lock mechanism was just a large pushbutton circle about two-inches in diameter at the front of the device. There were hinges on the sides of the waistband and at the bottom of the crotch strap to let the wearer in and out as needed. They tested the mechanism many times closing it and pushing the button and popping it right back open. After awhile they were getting ready to leave for dinner when her boyfriend had a crazy idea. She should wear the belt, stockings and shoes to dinner tonight and then he would release her when she got home. Reluctantly she finally agreed to do it as a "birthday gift" and then slowly installed the belt. It fit perfectly, but she immediately removed and installed it a dozen times to make sure the button still worked. She had only tried anal once and was not looking forward to being stuck with the plug hanging from the belt getting forced in her ass all evening long. Once the belt was in place she reluctantly pushed the anal plug deep in her ass and nearly cried as she was slowly invaded.

With the belt and plugs in place she walked barefooted around her condo getting used to the bizarre sensations moving inside her. She nearly recanted her decision but trudged along to put on the rest of the attire. It was not easy bending over to put the stockings on, but after a ton of effort they were perfectly decorating her legs. Lastly came her shoes. She fitted the shoes to her feet then threaded the ends through the buckled hasp and closed the buckle tightly onto her feet. She did not notice that the buckle hide a small lock to which she did not have the key. She walked around the room and went over to the closet to find a skirt she could wear for the evening. At that moment her boyfriend came in and found his nearly nude girlfriend looking hotter then ever. He slinked up behind her and went to push her button and take her their in the bedroom. She playfully pushed his hand away and told him that he wanted her locked away for dinner so he would have to wait for desert. They both chuckled and he returned to the bathroom to finish shaving. Truthfully, being stuffed and locked away was really getting to her and her moist pussy was already begging to be set free.

Dinner was uneventful. Allison sat there uncomfortably in the posh Italian restaurant trying to get comfortable on the thickly padded chairs. Her boyfriend all the while had a smile on his face as his girl squirmed in her seat eager to remove the belt. They finally left the table and returned to the car, she wanted to pop the button as soon as she entered, but instead she was made to wait until they got home. They hadn't been driving but five minutes when her phone rang and she heard a quick snapping noise at her waist followed by a whirring noise as if a clock spring just broke. She reached down to feel her waist while answering the restricted number on her phone. Her mother had called to wish her a Happy Birthday, they talked for a while, but her concern for the noises emanating from the belt brought the conversation to a quick end. As soon as she hung up the phone, she pressed the button at her waist, but nothing happened. Frantically she pushed the button but still the belt remained locked. Her boyfriend tried to calm her down but nothing seemed to work.

They finally made it back to the house and she hustled as quickly as she could into the house. She had already torn off her skirt in the car and streaking across the yard of her condo in her knickers was not a major deal considering the circumstances. Once inside she tried to kick off her shoes but they simply wouldn't budge. She fought to release the buckles but they would not loosen. When her boyfriend finally arrived carrying her skirt and her purse, she was slumped in the corner sobbing. They worked together till four in the morning trying to release the shoes or chastity belt but nothing worked. Her only relief was that the rear plug could still be removed when she had to use the restroom. She wasn't sure how she had become trapped, but she indeed was stuck. Every moment trapped by the belt seemed like an eternity while her body continuously betrayed her staying constantly wet beneath the steel belt. Neal did not normally get his hair cut until Tuesday and it would be a long weekend waiting for him to release her. It would be the worst birthday gift ever.

Allison was scheduled to work five days each week with the exception of Monday and Thursday. Spending all day Saturday and Sunday in the painful heels was excruciating. But Monday stuck alone in the house being betrayed by her body was just as bad. When Tuesday finally arrived she went back to work and waited for Neal to stop in for his regular cut. He finally arrived late in the afternoon and smiled at his stylist. She took him back to the booth and thanked him for his gift. Her short skirt revealed the tops of her stockings and her feet remained locked in the uncomfortable heels. He wanted proof that she was wearing the belt and instructed her to spread her legs so he could feel her pussy and ass. She told him no and kept pulling away from him, but when he reminded her that he couldn't let her out unless he knew she was in, she reluctantly gave in. She looked around and quietly said "yes." She couldn't bear the thought of upsetting him and having him never return. As she spread her legs he corrected her and said from this time forward, you will address me as Master and nothing else. Not wanting to upset him, she slumped her head and said, "Yes Master."

Boldly he reached under her short skirt and felt the plug in her ass and the steel wrapped around her waist and encasing her pussy. "It's a perfect fit don't you think Little Ally" questioned her master.

"Indeed Master, the fit is incredible, how do I remove it?" Slave Ally inquired as the humility welled up inside of her.

"Once you learn to obey, you can be freed, but now you must be punished." Allison was shocked and was scared out of her mind. "You were told to indulge your darker side. So many years ago you were a black haired raven pierced gothic wannabee, but today you still have blonde hair. There is nothing dark about that." He reached in his pocket and grabbed a key fob and pressed a button on the remote. Shocks rang out in her pussy and ass and it took all her effort to avoid screaming. He reached in his other pocket and produced the matching collar to her Chastity Belt. At first she refused to accept it, but when the shocks started again she quickly took the collar and wrapped it around her neck. It instantly tightened and attached itself to her head. "Now if you want the shocks to stop you will get your hair colored or the shocks will get worse. That collar is linked to my Blue Tooth, I can hear what you hear and everything you say, and soon I will be able to prevent you from talking and even force you to say what I want. I control your ass, your legs, your pussy and now your voice. If you want to get any of it back you will act quickly." Her mind was racing and she frantically ran to the back room and grabbed one of the girls on break. It cost her a hundred dollars, but she got the fastest die job on the planet and soon emerged from the other girl's station with the blackest hair and eyebrows on the planet.

No sooner did she stand up from the chair did she rush back over to her station to consult with Neal. "Master –what do you think? Is this more to your liking?" He nodded and pressed a button on the remote stopping the shocks immediately. Soon she felt another sensation in her pussy as the intruder started to vibrate, swell and squirm inside her body. Her knees started to grow weak as the sensations continued. She was biting her lip to avoid moaning in ecstasy.

"Now my little slave you seem to be doing much better, let me give you a hint. You leave your boyfriend and become my slave 24/7 and I can remove that belt on occasion and garner you some relief. But until you decide to become mine, I will just control and degrade you until you give in." Master Neal paused to let the implications sink in. Allison was barely able to follow the conversation but was still conscious enough to continue. "Until you chose to become my slave, I will do everything in my power to convince you otherwise. I will punish you mercilessly and make your life hell. Will you commit to me?" Allison shook her head 'no' and continued grinding her steel encased pussy into the back of the barber's chair. Jolts of electricity rang out beneath her legs snapping her back to reality. "Do your job" he exclaimed angrily while snapping his fingers. Allison quickly responded to the rude gesture and gave him his regular cut.

He began explaining his requirements as Allison held back the tears and the thoughts of stabbing him in the throat. "Each time you remove the anal plug for sex, for nature's call or any reason, your pussy will be punished electrically while the anal plug is removed and for twice as long as it was removed after it is replaced. Your hair much like your fingernails are to remain black and you are not allowed to cut or trim them. Your toe nails as well as your eyes and lips must be kept painted black at all times. You are prohibited from wearing pants, slacks, sweats or anything longer then the palm of your hand and any shorts have to be skin tight and revealing. Your breasts must be on display at all times and the more cleavage showing the more rewarded you will be. Any attempts to report your condition to the authorities or tamper with the equipment would result in shocks to your neck, which could permanently damage your vocal cords, or in extreme cases cause irreparable brain damage." Allison was shocked at his demands and wondered if it would not be smarter to simply become his slave now and not risk further consequences. She was just about to finish his cut when he spoke one last time. "Lastly you are to begin regular drug treatments to enlarge those tiny worthless breasts of yours. When you finally submit to becoming my slave, you will have embarrassingly large tits as retribution for making me wait as long as you have. Even if you must pay to have them surgically implanted, you will make Dolly Parton seem flat chested." As she removed his cape and brushed the hairs from his shoulders she walked him back to the counter. "Will you become my slave or would you rather be punished for a month until I return to have you submit your will to me?"

Allison mustered her strength "I'm sorry Master, I can't do that today. Is there anything else I can get you?"

Master Neal surveyed her incredible body one last time. "You will pay for your services to me one way or another my slave." And walked out the door without covering the bill. As he shoved open the door he pressed a button on the remote and a gentle buzzing immediately erupted in her loins. Soon she was chewing her lower lip in frustration as the buzzing kept her on the edge 24 hours a day. Sleep was nearly impossible. Her only relief from the constant pleasure was the shocks she would receive when using the restroom or when her boyfriend was taking her up the ass. She tried anything she could think of to push herself over the edge, but only succeeded in making herself hornier.


Chapter Three - The Plot Thickens (January 2010) (added: 02/06/2010)

I could not believe my ears when she finished her story as well as her second drink. To prove it she lifted her leg under the table and placed her heeled foot in my crotch against my swollen penis. No matter what I did I was unable to loosen the buckles. She quickly surveyed the room and lifted her skirt. Peering through the clear Plexiglas table I could see the shiny silver plate covering her pussy. She then folded down the waistband of her skirt lifting her shirt to reveal the large release button at her hips along with the metal bands encircling her waist and disappearing in front beneath her skirt. We continued chatting for another drink all the while she kept her high heel clad foot grinding on my erect penis and kept her skirt lifted while rubbing between her thighs.

Suddenly the door to the booth swung open and an older man abruptly stepped into the booth and sat next to Allison. "Ally, you little tramp you. What's this I see you making a play for another one of your clients. You little whore you. Wait till your boyfriend sees this. He is bound to dump your sexy cheating little ass and maybe then you'll come crying to me."

I was just about to throw the guy over the booth entrance when Allison spoke up. "I'm sorry Master, we are just friends. I was just having a drink. Please don't tell Mark. This isn't what it seems. Please Master, being trapped in this belt and tortured nonstop has already strained us to the breaking point." At this point Neal placed his laptop on the table and booted up the computer. He then removed a video camera on a small six-inch tripod and connected it to the computer. He handed the video camera to Allison and began typing on the keyboard. Allison couldn't take her eyes off him as he was typing into a chat window on his PC. She started to protest, "No Master I can't do that, No, Please Master don't..." then her voice fell silent. Her lips continued moving but no noise was produced. She held a hand to her mouth and the other to her neck realizing that he could in fact take control of her voice. Neal continued typing ignoring Allison's obvious confusion. She jumped in her seat as shocks rang out from her belt and soon her voice started again but her lips seem to barely move. "Jeff, take the camera, place it on the bench next to you, aim it just over your lap so it is filming between your legs." At first I did nothing cause I knew it wasn't what she really wanted. It was like watching an old Kung-Foo movie where the lips didn't match the words. "Please Jeff, Please, I need you to do this, please." The desperation in her voice was growing and her words were slowly aligning with the action of her lips. Reluctantly I placed the camera on the hard wooden bench and adjusted the tripod so the camera was above my lap by a few inches and pointing down slightly. Master Neal then gave her a pair of scissors, and typed her next instructions into the computer. Ally looked at me and said, "If you trust me you will help me do this" before slipping beneath the clear Plexiglas table. Neal then slide a paper bag across the table to me containing one pair of large black locking cuffs, a smaller pair of silver ones, and a set of thumb cuffs.

She maneuvered herself between my legs spreading them and undoing my belt, then unzipping my jeans. She used the scissors to cut the waistband of my underwear and pulled them beneath me and out the front. She stuffed my destroyed shorts down the top of her corset and went about her business. She was nearly crying when she asked for the cuffs and turned her back towards me. She placed her hands together behind her back and between my open legs and began fondling my semi erect penis while I messed about with the cuffs. I soon locked the silver ones around her wrist and then locked the black ones above her elbows pulling her arms tightly together. To finish her off I secured the thumb cuffs to her thumbs and tugged all three to make sure they were locked. After her cuffs were in place Neal typed into his computer instructing her to unzip her skirt and place it on the bench behind her. This took a little time with her arms locked together behind her, but she finally struggled to remove the item and then got back to her task.

She turned around hampered by the restriction in her arms and started to work on my penis, the whole event was getting filmed and recorded on video or maybe being broadcast on the web, we didn't know. Neal turned to me and said," For every five minutes in which you do not cum, her ass and pussy will receive a shock, the longer you wait before cumming the more intense and longer the shocks will become. Of course the shocks could cause her to bite down immediately, so maybe you want to come sooner then later. If she removes her mouth from your dick, I will shock her throat so intensely that she will never speak again. You may not reach your hands beneath the table or I will simply shock her for the entire duration. Should you go 40 minutes without cumming and without getting your penis chewed off, you win. I will give you the keys to the cuffs, the belts, and the shoes and you may keep her for your own if you desire. If not, then you may take this box and you can help me conquer this beautiful treasure. If you chose not to help, then I will simply torture her on my own and prohibit her from ever speaking to you again." I was on the verge of cumming but knew if I could hold out there is a chance I could help her earn her release. He told Allison a different story though. He only told her that for every minute it takes her to make me cum, she would spend an additional month locked in her current state. Knowing this Allison worked her best to bring me to orgasm while I did my best to resist her.

She could only tell the time by the increasing pain of the five-minute intervals. After the fifth interval I could barely hold on any longer. Allison was exhausted and sweat was pouring off her body from the electrical shocks and her frantic work. There was a heater vent that was located directly under our table and blowing full speed and was only helping melt Allison's incredible ass. The waitress had stopped over twice, but thanks to a well-placed menu, I don't think she noticed what was going on beneath the see-through table. At the 27th minute I could no longer resist and exploded in her mouth. Even after the last drip of cum seeped from my softening dick Allison continued suckling my penis. Neal informed me that even though she had succeeding in bringing me off; she had to continue for a solid hour, as she needed the practice. However now that I had cum I had a new problem. I had two beers before she arrived and easily three while she explained her situation. Now with my limp dick still getting suckled by this incredibly hot girl, the urge to pee was overwhelming. Neal spoke again, "I can see your eyes turning yellow, you have nearly thirty minutes before she is done and your little whore is thirsty. If you don't give her something to drink then I will. The waitress stopped by with another round of tall drafts still oblivious to the blowjob-taking place beneath the table. "You must finish that drink before she finishes with you." Neal said flatly. I started drinking it immediately but my bladder needed relief. At the fifty-minute mark my drink was almost gone and so was my self-control. I closed my eyes and did my best to prevent what was about to happen. Allison's first reaction was to pull away, but she knew that her throat would pay the price; all she could do was squint her eyes and sucked in as much fluid as possible. Once the damn broke, the floodgates were open. I could only imagine all five 22 ounce beers were now getting recycled down her throat. She did the best she could but some of the fluid seeped from her cheeks as I tried to stem the never-ending flow. You could see the obvious humiliation on her face in the computer screen. Finally I was drained of all fluids and my flaccid penis began to jump back to life.

Just as I thought the process would start all over her sixty minutes were up and she was allowed to pull away from my erect and ready dick. Allison appeared back at the table next to Neal as the waitress returned asking if we were ready for our bill. The waitress was a little shocked to see Allison had mysteriously reappeared at the table after having disappeared for an hour. Her hair was sweaty and disheveled and what looked like beer and maybe some foam were dripping from her mouth. She was holding her arms behind her back and her face was beat red. The front of her sweater was all wet and she appeared to have a towel or cloth hanging out of her top. The waitress was not sure what happened and asked if they spilled a beer and needed a towel. Allison quickly responded, "Nope, I am just a horny little slut, just a dirty girl who can't get enough, can I do anything for your pleasure?" The waitress was shocked and simply left to get the bill. Allison's fake voice took over again and said "Jeff, move the camera to the other side and zoom in on my belt." I did as instructed until she said "Perfect, I have one more thing to do for you. Since you already got to use the facilities, now it's my turn." Her head dropped in shame and suddenly on camera water began spurting from the edges of the steel plate over her pussy. She couldn't stop the tidal wave of urine as she was now sitting in a growing puddle of her own piss. The smell of urine was overwhelming when the embarrassed waitress returned to leave the bill. Neal used the plaid skirt to prevent any fluid from draining onto his side of the bench. He then wadded up the skirt and stuffed the wet cloth between her legs instructing her to squeeze her thighs onto the worthless rag.

When the last drip seeped from her legs, Neal pushed a box towards me. "I am leaving you in charge of her next change. You are to take this box with your messy little slut over to the Tattoo parlor on Third and Green. It's about five blocks away. You will walk your half naked little slut there and not take a car. You will hand the box to David and then Allison will take over. I have already preprogrammed her voice to know what to do. Don't interfere and this will go easily. I will drop the keys in the mail; she should have them on Tuesday. The keys will unlock her arms on Tuesday, but the belt and collar of course will stay in place until she submits to me or she serves her 27th month sentence. You will need the camera because I want the whole transformation filmed." Neal put his computer in the bag and walked out the door. He left his slave sitting in a pile of her own pee and still without the ability to talk on her own.


Chapter Four – Month Two (added: 02/06/2010)

I tired to console poor Ally, but there was little I could say to ease her mind through the unbelievable ordeal she had just suffered. I had just locked her hands behind her back after she crawled under the table to service a relative stranger, removed her skirt in a crowded restaurant, then given head in front of an unsuspecting waitress, then drank my pee, and pissed all over herself while offering to service the waitress after proclaiming she was a dirty slut. I could not imagine her enduring a more humiliating situation. Now I had to walk her bare ass five blocks away to have Lord only knows what done to her body. As she still could not speak, she simply nodded her head when she was ready. I stood up and grabbed my light leather jacket from the hook and exited the booth. I pushed open the door on her side as she slide across the sopping wet wooden bench further splashing more urine on her top and legs. I used the door to block the rear view as I stood in front of her and wrapped the jacket over her shoulders and down her back. As she was shorter then I the jacket did a fair job of covering her ass, but she was still putting on quite a show. When she turned to move towards the door, the sopping wet Red & Black plaid skirt dropped to the floor with a plop that seemed louder then the entire bar. To avoid drawing any undo interest, I ignored the filthy skirt and pretended nothing happened. I fastened a button on the front of the leather coat and we made a quick exit to the door. The whole bar drew significantly quieter as we left and when the door swung closed behind us, the entire place erupted in applause.

The long walk to the tattoo parlor was even more humiliating. Every male was honking their horns and taking photos of her ass just hanging out beneath the short leather coat. Some guys even pulled over and asked how much she charged thinking I may have been her pimp. When we finally arrived, I asked the large burly man at the counter to speak with David. He immediately assumed I was Neal and said he was expecting me, stating I sounded different over the phone. "You must be Candy, Neal's little horn dog, come right in, we have a lot of work to do."

Allison's remote voice responded perfectly, "Sweet Ass Candy, that would be me. The Dirty Bird that can't get enough." She was paralyzed with fear, this voice that kept speaking as her own. Allison was always Little Miss Manors and hated this disgusting slut that was seemingly implanted inside her. David went around front and locked the door hanging the closed sign on the window. He took her jacket off her shoulders and set it to the side. Then using a pair of scissors he cut off her top and bra and discarded it in the trash leaving her completely nude less her stockings and belt. He roughly grabbed her bound arms and escorted her to the chair in the back room and pushed her into it.

"She's quite the specimen there Neal, where did you find this little slut at? It takes a brave man to put your girl through what you are about to do. Even a braver girl to give up what she has agreed to do. Should be a fun session for all of us." I was speechless not sure what we had signed up for. "Why don't you put your box of goodies over here and get setup with the camera so you two can enjoy this later on in private." I moved over to the counter as David began strapping down her head, legs and waist. Soon she was tighter then a bug in a rug as the thick leather straps dug into her body. I began filming because he didn't seem like he was in the mood to wait.

Surprisingly Allison spoke up a few times during the tightening process only commenting that the straps weren't tight enough. "I've been waiting a long time for this and I don't want anything to go wrong. Can you go a few more notches? Can you add a few more straps?" Already her legs were turning blue under her fishnets and she was losing feeling in her arms still compressed behind her back in the modified gynecologist style chair. "Master Neal has kept me chaste for five years now and promised to do so for at least two more, so why not make it permanent I suggested and he agreed." Allison was about to cry, five years, permanent, what the Hell was going to happen here.

"I'm going to start from your head and work my way down, we'll finish with that sexy butt of yours. Judging by your nickname Sweet Ass Candy, we'll save the best for last, if we have time. So tell me is that 'Sweet as Candy' or 'Sweet Ass, Candy' or is that "Sweet ASS Candy, like eye candy? Hold that thought and stick out your tongue." She did as instructed as he took a dental tool and pried open her jaw. Once her jaw was locked open he released two springs, which clamped onto her tongue and prevented her from retracting it. She tried to scream out in pain but all that came out was a muffled and unintelligible . "You are a little slut aren't you?" David said, but Allison was too afraid to speak, shake or nod. "Well the moment has arrived, no backing out now, let's get the show on the road."

Allison was trembling in fear but couldn't move and wasn't going anywhere. The first thing he did was piercing a hole through her septum and hang a ring from her nose. He used a special tool to solder the ends closed that also immediately cauterized the bleeding wound in her nose. Tears began pouring from her eyes, but the worst was not over. He then placed two barbells through her tongue that hurt almost as bad. "Neal's going to love those since he won't be able to use your cunt anymore, eh Bitch?" He used a needle to make a hole in each check at the corners of her mouth perfectly centered on her matching little dimples and placed two shiny steel grommets through each severely undersized hole. Using a special pair of pliers he crimped over the ends of the grommets so they could not be removed. With the ends flared out and the skin squeezed around them, the 5 mm grommets would be impossible to remove. He then removed a large rubber covered circular steel ring from the box and placed it in her mouth. Once the ring was pushed deep inside her mouth, he inserted two screws through the grommets in her cheeks and threaded them into holes in the side of the ring. The heads of the screw were unlike any other I have seen and did not know how they were to be removed. He stepped back to admire his work. "I told you it would work buddy. You can keep her ring gagged 24/7 and never have to worry about her spitting out the ring, or straps tangling in her hair, or interfering with her make-up. Perfection!" While I had to admit it was quite a piece of ingenuity, Allison definitely thought otherwise. Lastly he pierced a hole in the tip of her tongue and soldered a ring at the end. To make matters worse he hung a large bell from the ring and locked it to her tongue using the specially integrated lock at the hasp of the bell. The bell was heavy enough that it pulled her tongue out of her mouth and seemed too heavy to lift from the freshly pierced hole.

He stopped to take a break as I zoomed in and around poor Allison sobbing and shaking in her heavily strapped position. I reached out for her shoulder and asked if she was okay. The false response was . David may have believed her, but I knew the Real Neal was the one somehow answering the questions. David returned with a drink and offered me one as well. I didn't trust the guy and would rather dehydrate then wind up drugged, unconscious and stuck in his chair alongside Eye Candy, I mean Ass Candy, I mean Allison. He reached over and felt up her breasts and squeezed and played with them for a while. Soon like the rest of her body, they betrayed her as well and her nipples stood at attention. "So Neal, she's been on the drug's for three weeks now, right? They really seem to be helping; she's probably a big B, small C? I heard they take a while to take effect but once things get going; there is no stopping them. Had a girl through here last year whose tits were pretty saggy after her twins got done feeding off them for a year. She went on the drug to get a little body back in them. She was aiming for a Decent C, but ended up a little bit larger then she was when she was an E-Cup and lactating during pregnancy before she started nursing the twins. She's had them reduced twice now, but her body just keeps naturally compensating them and they grow back within six months. Despite their size, they are perkier then a teenager though. Simply amazing!" Allison's eyes practically shot out of her head at the prospect of becoming an E-Cup. But it was true; her bras had been fitting noticeably tighter in the last week. She tried thinking back to which bras were tight and which ones were new when suddenly David jammed a needle through her left tit and then followed through with a stainless steel ring. He did the same to her right breast. He pried open the circular rings allowing them to snap closed on the spherical ball ends and soldered them both closed. Both her nipples were now adorned with nice shiny rings with a red sphere securing the ends of the ring as one.

"Now for the piece'd'resistance" he claimed. He reached into the box of tricks and produced a large circular ring roughly the same diameter as the button on her belt. He fit it over the button and pressed. The belt sprung open and revealed her abused pussy hidden underneath. Allison let out a sigh of relief as cool air blew across her messy hairy pussy after 4 weeks of not shaving. He reached into a container and smeared a handful of blue cream across her belly from her navel across her lips and over the tops of her legs just short of her stocking tops. She immediately grew uncomfortable from the burning sensation. Neal stood up to go for a smoke "Don't touch, in fifteen minutes she will never have to shave again. Don't Touch!" She was a mix of emotions, while her body was not what it was when she arrived; at least she was rid of the belt. When he returned twenty minutes later he took a wet sponge to soak away the gel and fine blonde hairs from her pleasure center. "See, clean as a whistle." Allison tried to thank him, but the garbled trembling words could have been in a foreign language for all we could tell.

He released the dildo from the chastity belt and placed it in the box. He then took a new slightly larger one and placed it in her pussy. Next he took a catheter and gently forced it inside her. Allison squirmed impatiently as the painful process continued down below. Finally he claimed success and took the exposed end of the hose and tucked it between her lips leaving the hose to dangle freely near her ass. Allison immediately felt the uncontrollable urge to relieve herself. She fought the urge as long as she could but the freshly inserted catheter made it impossible. Soon urine began dripping from the end of the tube into the collection bottle under the chair. Allison grew one step closer to losing control of her body, as it was the second time she peed herself publicly and had it captured on film. David then took what appeared to be a test tube about an inch in diameter. One end was attached to a long flexible tube ending at a pistol grip shaped silver handle. The other end had a shiny steel ring on it with a small hole drilled through the diameter of the ring. Inside the ring were sharp angled teeth that would seem to dig into whatever passes through them. He removed the ring from the test tube so I could examine it closely on film. He then gave me a short length of rope noticeably smaller in diameter then the ring. When I slide the small rope through the ring, it easily passed over the teeth, but when I tried to retract the rope, it caught on dozens of the teeth and easily shredded the rope. When I tried to center it so it wouldn't catch on any of the teeth, it only snagged more teeth and made the situation worse. He took the ring back and placed it on the end of the glass tube. He then carefully placed the tube over her clit and squeezed the manual trigger. Her love button immediately retreated up inside the vial. The first two or three suctions almost seemed pleasurably as Allison had not been touched in four weeks. But after a few pulses each time he squeezed the pump it was followed by an increasingly noticeably grimace. When he thought she had enough, he placed the hand pump and long vacuum hose off to the side and returned to her nether lips. David then took a glass jaw with a brush applicator and put a generous coating of what appeared to be rubber cement on her lips. Once the glue was allowed to tack up, he rolled her lips onto each other and tucked them into herself. Her lips were not extremely puffy before, but if she was an "Outie" originally, she was definitely an "Innie" now.

While the glue dried he began using a special pen and laying the ground work for a pair of very personal tattoos. One would be directly centered under her belly and nearly hidden by the waistband of the chastity belt. The second would be written over her pussy centered between the tops of her thighs. The second one would be partially covered by the chastity belt, definitely not by a bathing suit, but fully covered by an unflattering pair of panties. After penciling in and erasing his initial designs to get the spacing and appearance that he wanted, he fired up the needle, retrieved some fresh ink and was going to give the virgin Ass Candy her first of her degrading tats. Each one took about 20-30 minutes to complete. The first one stated in big red bold letters "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS" with two large white circles on either end with a red outline and diagonal line through the middle. Inside the white circles were black letters stating, "DO NOT ENTER". Next he completed the one over her pubic mound using bold black letters that read:

THESE FACILITIES ARE UNDER
NEW OWNERSHIP, PLEASE
USE THE REAR
ENTRANCE

Satisfied with the time it took he gave a couple more uncomfortable squeezes to her clit pump causing her even more distress and then smiled. "This one is free of charge he said" and quickly inked the words "PRESS HERE FOR SERVICE" in a circular pattern at the base of the glass vile and metal ring that were soon to encapsulate her clit. "Get it?" he inquired, "her love button, press here for service, get it? Pretty funny eh?" I was not amused, but that didn't stop him from going about his work.

By now the glue was dried and he was about to do the unthinkable. What he was about to do to her neglected pussy was criminal. He removed a scalpel from his tray of instruments and placed two long cuts from the base of her clit to the bottom of her glued shut Labia's and stopped where the catheter tube exited near her ass. Allison forced her eyes shut in pain and I thought for certain she was going to bust her teeth off as she clenched her jaw on the ring gag and dental instrument holding her drooling jaw open wide. No sooner did he complete the cuts did a steady trail of blood start to ooze from the open wound. To stop the bleeding he used a dozen or so butterfly bandages to pull the outer edges of the left and right cut together, forcing the inner edges of the two cuts to roll under and inside her private passage. He then used some surgical thread and a needle to stitch the areas left exposed by the bandages. Allison could not tell what he was doing; there were no mirrors so she could appreciate his handiwork. All she knew was the pain was excruciating and she wished he would stop. He then used the needle again, this time stitching the skin about a half-inch away from the fresh wound passing over the short stitches and keeping the butterfly bandages firmly in place. By now the bleeding had slowed significantly and had nearly stopped. I knew instantly that if the stitches weren't removed, the open scalpel cuts would heal together as one forever sealing her most sensitive body parts behind a solitary wall of her own flesh.

Knowing her body needed a rest; he went back to her vacuum secured clit. He gave the pump grip two more quick pulses, and then pushed the ring off the end of the glass vial. Using a long needle, he forced it through the drilled holes on the silver ring of captivity. The needle was retracted and followed quickly by a bizarre looking padlock. There was a keyhole on the front face of the body of the lock. The bottom of the lock had a large circular ring cut into the base of the lock where things could be attached. The top had a semi-circular opening slightly larger then the steel band encircling her clit. The jaws of the lock were positioned at the bottom of the clit band and the straight hasp was pushed through one jaw, into the ring, through her clit, out the other side, out the opposite side of the ring and through the other jaw of the lock. All the while the key was being pushed the keyhole was spinning counterclockwise until there was an audible click and keyhole stopped moving. He then grabbed the vial and simply tugged on it to remove it. Her exaggerated love button was easily sucked nearly an inch inside the vial and the suction had a death grip on her body. As he pulled the glass test tube he simply stretched her skin farther distending painfully away from her body. Muffled screams could be heard from poor Allison as the steel collar worked to its limits to suppress her voice. Finally in one great "pop" her body was free from the glass vial and the teeth of the steel band sank into its permanently captive ball of flesh. David grabbed the odd shaped lock and rotated it up and down. Her clit had become pulled so far through her steel band that when the lock was rotated up, her clit would get caught between the steel band and the sharp edge of the lock pinching her sensitive blood engorged nerve bundle between the two extremely sharp surfaces.

Her body was covered in sweat and a pool of liquid was collecting on the cheap vinyl chair and running down her back. She still had no clue to what had been done to her body, but all she could hope for was that it would soon all be over. David finished by inspecting his work and pouring generous amounts of antiseptic over her loins to stave off any infection. He applied a special gel to the tattoos and covered them in a protective sheet. He then cut a piece of gauze drenched in antiseptic and placed it over her abused clit and labia and glued it in place. Then the final insult came when he took the three-hinged pieces of the chastity belt and closed and locked them over her hips. Allison may have been oblivious to all the other abuses she had undergone, but this one she understood better then all others. She thought she would be freed once this was done, but she couldn't have been farther from the truth. She was locked away once again and left to simmer while David and I talked in the other room.

"Well Neal, I hope you are satisfied, I think things turned out really well. We didn't get to her ass today, but you should come back in a week so I can remove the bandages and inspect the heeling. I'll keep the keys and equipment locked in the store safe until she is fully healed." He gave me a prepared sheet of precautions and things to look out for to help the piercings and tattoos heal and then he gave me a bill. My jaw hit the floor; I hadn't expected this at all. Fifteen Hundred dollars for services rendered. "Now this includes the tattoos on her ass that we haven't done yet, and it includes the inspection and removal of the stitches that we will do once they've healed." He had me over the barrel and I knew it. If I didn't pay, poor Allison would surely be left to the torturous hands of the Real Neal and the Sadistic David and whatever unimaginable things they could do to her. Reluctantly I reached in my wallet to pay with my visa, "Cash – Cash only. That's what we agreed to. I said $1,500 cash you said yes. Cash." I put the visa back in my wallet, which was probably a good thing cause he would have realized it said Jeff, not Neal. I certainly didn't have that much money in my wallet and the car was parked blocks away. So Neal, anxious to get paid, grabbed his car keys, turned off the lights, locked the door leaving Allison, locked, strapped, pierced, and tattooed in the dark back room all alone. It was my most expensive haircut ever.

It took about an hour to find five different ATMs and collect the necessary funds to spring Ass Candy from her predicament. When we returned at midnight she was wide-awake sweating profusely while the vibrator in her ass and pussy alternated from pleasure to pain in a sadistic ritualistic never-ending cycle of denial. We removed her from her torture chamber allowing the blood to return to her legs. It would be thirty minutes before she was able to walk again. We left the studio and began the long quiet walk back to the car. No sooner did David lock the door behind us did Slave Allison speak in perfect voice even though the rubber covered steel ring gag was held firmly in place by the grommets. "Jeff, you must not tell me what happened tonight. No matter how much I beg and plead I cannot know what has taken place. I must not see that tape. You must take it and keep it and bring it next week and complete the film. Then I will tell you how to distribute it. Until then I cannot touch my bandages or know what he has done to my cunt. If Neal discovers that I have found out what took place, then he will surely kill me, or torture me too much worse extents then this. My boyfriend is out of town this week and won't be back until next Monday night. You must stay with me until I am inspected on Friday. Only you will be able to keep me from removing the bandages over my tattoos. You must ensure that the minute I walk through the door that I strip naked and remain submissive whenever I am not at work. Without you I will surely starve without arms until Tuesday when I receive my keys for my arms, can you please stay with me at least until my arms are freed?"

As soon as we were in the car she asked that I loosen my zipper so she could thank me for my assistance. Her plugs had switched from pain to full pleasure and she could not resist their effect. No sooner did she start in on my manhood did I quickly loose control. By the time we arrived at her condo 45 minutes later I had come three times and peed myself once which she did her best to gobble up inside her restrained and ring gagged mouth. Once at her place, I removed the plug from her ass allowing her to use the facilities for the first time since lunch. We then removed my clothes and went to the shower to clean the piss, cum and sweat off our bodies. It wasn't long before I was removing the plug again in the shower and taking her from behind forcing her exquisite body against the tiled walls. All the while her gagged voice screaming for would be in vain as the shocks in her pussy from having the plug in her ass removed always prevented her from going over the edge. The weekend continued like this with me alternating between using her ass and mouth until the keys arrived on Tuesday. The whole weekend she was forced to speak through her ring gagged mouth in unintelligible baby talk that could barely be understood by anyone. With the keys in hand we could remove the cuffs from her arms, the lock on her tongue bell, and the bizarre ring from her mouth allowing her to use her hands and close her mouth for the first time in four days. To celebrate the occasion she went to her closet for the first time since we arrived and got dressed wearing an incredibly short miniskirt and a very revealing top. We went out to grab lunch and drop her off at her work so she could explain to her boss why she missed working on Saturday and Sunday and hope against hope that she hadn't been fired.