- Warning! This story might contain
activities that might not be suitable in selfbondage. Please
- Story ideas by Rebecca.
Written by Bound Jenny.
- Here is the second part of the story.
I suppose you have all been salivating in anticipation!
- Enjoy, and wipe up your drool after you're
- Or whatever other bodily fluid you may
have leaked out while reading this... :twisted:
- Chapter 3 - Exposure
- Act I - Return to the scene
of the crime
- After three months, and a few unbelievably
intense "rewards" by Madam - I had obviously pleased
her very much - as I was recapping the day's mail to Madam in
her study, I received an announcement that I would rather have
- "Barbie dear, you are integrating
your functions so well, and your new personality and appearance,
that I will take you out of here for the first time." My
heart skipped a few beats, then started pounding hard. Out in
public fixed up like this? I gulped. Well actually this wasn't
the most frightening announcement. Madam detected my apprehension,
and stood up.
- She stood beside me, and put an arm around
my shoulders. "Barbie, you will one day have to come out
in the open, as Barbie. I don't just need someone to shuffle
papers around here and to play with as I please. I need someone
with some confidence in herself, a grown woman with self-assurance.
To gain that you have to overcome your fears of being exposed,
of being caught, discovered. I know that some people consider
it a turn-on, but that is not the goal here." I was trying
to avoid shaking.
- "You will come with me to the office."
I flinched slightly. "You have to. It will be just for the
day, and you will be with me most of the time. I need your skills,
and I need you to become used to who you are now, not just a
shy plaything in a closet somewhere." Fighting the urge
to crumple down on the floor, I nervously nodded, "Yes,
Madam. I understand. It's for my good." Madam smiled, and
hugged me gently, caressing my back. "That's a good girl."
she said comfortingly. Her hypnotic voice had the desired effect.
I was somewhat reassured.
- I gathered my nerves at the same time
as I collected Madam's important work documents and tools. I
was more or less unrecognizable in my made-over, remodeled appearance.
It had been three months since I was last at the office. Would
anyone have any recollection sufficiently clear that they could
see through the makeup and other stuff? I rechecked myself in
a mirror several times, just to see if there was any piece of
me that could tip someone off. I had lost some weight, my jowls
were gone, and my eyebrows were separate, unlike before.
- Madam called, and I had to go. I picked
up her things and followed her to the front door. We went straight
down to her big Ford, still impeccably spotless, I put Madam's
briefcase in the trunk, and wished I could hide in there - it
was large enough. Madam got into the driver's seat while I sat
next to her, and buckled my seat belt.
- Being in a large car may be a secure feeling,
but the wide open space around me made me feel exposed, for all
the world to see. I found myself tugging at the hem of my skirt
several times during the short drive to the office. And as we
got nearer, I saw familiar sights that I used to see driving
to work every day, and my apprehension grew. As the distance
shrank, my heart pounded harder and faster, and I was breathing
more and more quickly. When we finally pulled into the parking
lot, I was on the brink of hyperventilation, with a heart attack
a close second on the list.
- I fumbled the seat belt buckle to get
it open, so much my fingers were trembling. Madam took both my
hands, and looked into my eyes, and I felt that hypnotic drilling
into my soul again. "Everything will be all right, Barbie.
Concentrate on who you are now. I assure you, no one will recognize
you. Be a strong woman, go one step at a time, don't think about
what is coming, think about how far you have come." Just
the touch of her hands on mine was already a huge relief, and
her words, her deep gaze, were enough to give me the courage
necessary to start by getting out of the security of the car.
- I fetched the briefcase out of the trunk,
and tried to be as casual as possible. There were a few people
in the parking lot, and in my mind, they all were looking at
me. The side of the building seemed to have more windows than
I remembered, and each felt like there was someone there looking
at me, watching, guessing who I was. "One step at a time."
I repeated in my mind. "Not what's coming, only how far
- I concentrated on Madam's lovely figure,
and the sound of our heels on the floor, echoing through the
corridor. We entered the elevator, thankfully alone, and the
doors closed. I let out a silent breath of relief and tried to
get my pulse to slow down. "Are you okay, Barbie?"
Madam asked, concerned. "Yes, Madam. Just a little nervous."
She squeezed my shoulder and said, "Remember what I told
you: one step at a time, and concentrate on how far you've come."
She paused, and added, "Please me, my Barbie Doll."
with a hot breath on my neck. I had flashbacks of Madam's torrid,
convulsive, thoroughly erotic throes of passion. I shivered once,
and oddly stopped shaking. Just that thought had more or less
dissipated my nerves.
- It wasn't for long. When the elevator
doors opened, we came face to face with Jeff, the office clown
and general pain in the ass. He froze as he saw Madam's stern
gaze, then looked at me. I could have died on the spot. I must
have shrunk visibly into the corner of the elevator. "Who
is this hot b-" he started before Madam shot back, "She
is with me, Hartland." Thankfully, it got his eyes off me,
and onto Madam. "And if I ever hear you again referring
to any member of the female personnel as a quote - hot babe -
unquote, I'll have you mopping floors on the night shift! Capiche?"
"Yes, ma'am!" "Come along, Barbara." she
- I slinked out of the elevator, passing
inches away from Jeff. In that moment, I realized that he was
about to call me a "hot babe"! He didn't recognize
me! Walking away from the elevator, before the doors closed on
Jeff, I exaggerated the motion of my hips just to rub it in,
to give that arrogant SOB an eyeful. I ventured, quietly, "Madam?".
"Yes?" "Thank you, Madam." Madam smiled,
and replied, "I promised to take care of you. I deliver
on my promises. You are pleasing me very, very much." I
- We walked through the common office area,
with all the dividers and cubicles. Well, Madam walked, rather
elegantly at that. I strutted! The incident with Jeff broke the
ice, and I felt that as long as I had Madam with me, I was invincible!
All the makeup, the clothes, the corset, the accessories, all
of a sudden felt like an impenetrable armor, an airtight disguise.
- We crossed paths with several of my former
co-workers, and though I was apprehensive each time, it was nowhere
near what I felt before, before Jeff. Each one that passed and
either gave me only a passing glance, or a hungry leer, boosted
my confidence as a woman, as Barbie. These people were accepting
me as Barbie, as a real woman! I felt a rush of exhilaration,
and the apprehension that came with each encounter turned into
something new, something I hadn't felt before in such circumstances:
I was turned on!
- The day went much better than the predictions
of doom, exposure and lynching my mind had concocted earlier.
I entertained a few mental images of trapping some of the more
annoying characters, like Jeff, into some physical play, then
showing them the video after revealing my true identity. Madam
was rubbing off on me...
- Act II - Just reward
- Finally, at six o'clock, we left. I was
glowing with excitement, ebullient. Madam drove us to a nice
Spanish restaurant, one I couldn't have afforded with my former
salary, and most likely not even been granted a reservation.
Madam was greeted at the door by the maitre-d'hotel, who obviously
knew her. He personally escorted us to a private booth, and flagged
a waiter to come serve us right away. Madam treated me to the
most exquisite food I had ever tasted, and paid for all of it.
I was tickled pink...
- When we returned home, we went straight
to my bedroom, where she literally transformed from the consummate
businesswoman into a passionate, aggressively sensual creature.
I had gotten used to the handcuff thing with her, and even come
to enjoy it. Stripped down to my undies, she presented me with
a leather collar, which I accepted with a smile. I felt it close
around my neck, and tightened just enough to be erotic all by
itself. Then she pulled out another leather contraption, a single
glove with shoulder straps. Accustomed to Madam's eccentric tastes
in erotica, I complied - I had no choice anyway.
- She pulled the sheath over my arms, behind
me, and secured the straps to my shoulders and chest, pulling
hard to pull my shoulders back. I gasped a little, and that seemed
to turn Madam on even more. She tightened the belts along the
length of the glove, which cinched my arms closer together. Now
I was getting turned on too.
- Madam snapped a leash onto my collar,
and led me around playfully, giggling as I walked precariously
on my high stiletto heels, trying to balance myself without the
use of my arms. Occasionally, she caressed me gently, or just
lightly ran her fingernails on my skin, which I found particularly
stimulating. The goosebumps on my skin got Madam even more aroused.
With a strong tug on the leash, she pulled me to the bed, and
climbed on top of me again.
- I don't know how she did it, but my fake
cunt opened up, and for the first time since it was enclosed
three months ago, my cock was free. The reaction was instantaneous,
and I got very hard in seconds. Madam skillfully massaged it,
bringing me to the brink, then stopped, and began licking it
teasingly, touching me fleetingly with her tongue, as I squirmed
helplessly under her. She moved up, and her own lovely genitalia
were mere inches away from my face. I could smell her strong
odor now, and my own mind started to become blurred. "Do
you want me?" Madam asked, huskily, moving her hips just
enough to brush my nose with her pubic hair. I nodded, nervously,
"Yes, Madam." She smiled wickedly, fire in her eyes,
and ordered, lustily, "Lick me." She slowly lowered
herself so I could just reach her with the tip of my tongue.
- She tasted exquisite... Teasingly, she
moved in and away, stimulating my desire for her. I struggled
to reach her, to touch her little piece of Heaven. Madam knew
exactly how to drive a man wild with desire, and was applying
every single rule of her art on me. I was going crazy with lust,
desire. She used one of her feet to gently caress my member while
I was busy tickling her womanhood with my tongue.
- Next were her breasts, I licked, suckled
and gently nibbled on them, and it made Madam very, very happy.
She had pulled me up with the leash so I could reach her, then
she slackened to put me just out of reach. She was beginning
to work herself into a frenzy. After sensually putting a condom
on me, she got on, and impaled herself. I was finally inside
her! She pumped up and down, vigorously, moaning, growling, hissing
like an animal, all the while jerking on the leash, which had
a slight strangling effect on me. To my surprise, it heightened
my arousal. Finally, we both came to a climax, and her gutteral
roar drowned my sex cry out handily. I had never heard any woman
scream like that. It was both spooky and intensely erotic.
- Panting hard, she dismounted wearily and
collapsed beside me. She put an arm over my bound form, and gently
fell asleep. A few moments, later, finally relaxing, I did too,
my dreams filled with images of Madam having her wicked way with
my bound and helpless self.
- I woke up the next morning, half-expecting
to see Madam still asleep next to me. But I was alone, unbound,
had been dressed in my nightgown, and tucked in. How all that
happened without me waking up left me puzzled. I reached between
my legs, and there was the fake cunt again. I rose, looked at
the clock, it was near time to get up anyway, so I did.
- I showered, while remembering the previous
night's unforgettable events. I have had some pretty horny girlfriends,
but Madam beat them all in every conceivable category. None of
them had the combination of technique and raw sensuality that
Madam had, let alone her powerful presence and total domination
of the situation. It was clear that she was in charge, contrary
to the other girls who just wanted to get laid. Madam led the
way, controlled every single moment of the experience, every
sensation, every emotion, every move, each reaction, down to
the last goosebump. It was strangely refreshing, compelling.
Madam played me like a musical instrument. And did we ever make
beautiful music together...
- I came out, and started the daily ritual
that was taught me. Dressing up was now a breeze, I could do
it by myself now, even the corset. I only had to measure the
size of the waist and note it honestly down. There have been
surprise inspections, to see if I had been honest. I have always
been so, and I didn't want to risk displeasing Madam. It was
much more rewarding to please her. I didn't know yet what it
was to displease her.
- Makeup next, before the wig. I had learned
well, and my handiwork was becoming more convincing by the day.
Once I put my wig on, carefully aligning it, I checked myself
in the mirror, before going for breakfast.
- With some time ahead of me, I practiced
my walk some more. I had just graduated to four-inch heels, and
the new foot posture needed some getting used to. These shoes
had very steep insteps, and much of my weight was now on the
ball of my foot. I walked up and down the corridor a few times,
getting the feel of the shoes. I noticed that I had to take slightly
shorter steps, and more daintily, and each step more aligned
with the previous one, like on a tightrope. I felt my hips swing
sensually this way and that with each step.
- Chapter 4 - The Noose Tightens
- Act I - Ballerina Barbie
- The rest of the week was without incident.
That Friday evening, Madam was with me, and playing her bondage
game. Each time, it was incremented in strictness. I readily
complied, with the hope that I would eventually merit a reward
like the one earlier in the week. This evening, Madam produced
something totally outrageous: a pair of boots with stiletto heels
so high that only the tip of the toe touched the floor. She called
them ballet boots. And she ordered me to put them on. "I
will show you how to walk in them, darling Barbie Doll."
- I loosened the lacings enough to slip
my foot in. They were very stiff, and getting my ankle to bend
enough was the most difficult part. Madam saw my difficulty,
and said, "I will help you. Take your foot out again."
I obeyed, and she took my foot into her lovely hands, those hands
that could do magic on me. She started gently massaging my calf
and ankle, occasionally stopping to apply pressure in specific
spots with her thumbs. My ankle felt suddenly more limber, the
muscle tension completely gone. She helped me put the right boot
on, and tightened the laces. It was infinitely easier than my
first attempt. "Give me your other foot, Barbie."
- After the same ritual on the left leg,
the other boot was put on, and Madam tightened and tied off the
laces. "Now, Barbie, isn't that a lovely sight?" I
stretched out a leg, and looked at what she had just put on me.
I nodded, "Yes, Madam, it is very lovely." She gently
ran her fingernails over my thigh, and said, "Wait here."
She went into her study and returned with a pair of her own ballet
boots. She kicked off her pumps, and proceeded to put her own
beautiful feet into those incredible boots with deceptive ease.
"Now, watch this." she said playfully as she rose nimbly
from the bench.
- I sat there dumbfounded as she stood perched
on one foot and bent over, one leg straight behind her. "You
can do all sorts of things once you get used to them." Her
leg came down sharply, made a loud clack on the floor, and her
other leg came up in front as she bent back, then pitched forward
and landed on the floor, a perfect split. The look of shock on
my face must have been priceless. "No, silly! I don't want
you to do splits!" she said with a spark in her eye, as
she deftly got back up and came back to my side. She extended
a hand, and I took it.
- Madam is pretty strong, and she pulled
me up to my feet. My eyes were wide as I teetered on my precarious
perch. "Relax, my Barbie Doll, and do like me. You'll see,
you'll get used to it." The next hour was spent practicing
walking in those boots, and thankfully, she didn't ask me to
do any ballet moves. Walking was already difficult enough.
- Then the bondage started. The collar was
back, a little tighter this time, and the monoglove, which was
tightly secured to my body. Now she put a ball gag on me, with
a full head harness. I was still standing as she put a leash
on my collar again. I was half-expecting another wild ride in
bed, but this time, she led me into the study, then into the
corridor beyond. My heart raced as she led me, bound and exposed,
through the house, partly from the fear of being seen in such
a predicament, partly from the sheer terror of being on the brink
of falling over with every step. I whimpered pitifully in my
gag, desperately wanting this insanity to end. That seemed to
encourage Madam even more, to see me helplessly terrorized.
- I was led back to my bedroom, thankfully,
and she laid me down on the bed. But instead of turning into
a raging sex beast, she bound my legs tightly together. I squirmed
in my bonds, whimpering, but she just hushed me, "Be quiet,
my darling Barbie Doll. Just enjoy it, savor it. I will need
you to get used to it. Do it for me. Do it to... please me."
She knew how to get me, and that worked. I decided to stop resisting,
and just squirmed as sensually as I could. She undressed, leaving
her own ballet boots on, and lay down next to me, holding me
close. I smelled her perfume, with a hint of her own musky scent,
and listened to her breathe.
- Act II - Maid to serve
- The next morning, I was still bound tightly
in the restraints Madam had so lovingly put on me. I was sore,
and tired. I slept some, but fitfully, always fighting my bonds
in my dreams. Madam came into the bedroom, with an outfit, a
doll-like maid's uniform.
- "Today, you will help me entertain
some guests, my lovely Barbie Doll. That's why I taught you to
walk in ballet heels. And now I will dress you up!" Before
starting to remove my restraints, she leaned close, and said,
"Behave yourself, little girl. Please me..." I just
couldn't get over how those two words, in that eerie, sensual
tone, could take over my will so completely.
- I was now unbound, but still gagged and
ballet-heeled. Madam was attentive to my state, and massaged
my sore body skillfully, kneading the knots out of my muscles.
Her delicate hands had amazing strength and agility. Just when
I thought I had Madam pegged, she pulls another skill out of
her deep hat.
- She removed the ballet boots, and set
them aside. I painfully moved my ankle to get the stiffness out
of there, but Madam accelerated the process with her wonderful
hands. She took off my stockings, and put on some fishnet stockings,
with a seam down the back, and replaced my garter with a more
frilly, lacy black one. I felt myself stiffen inside my fake
cunt as she took my bra off and put on another, just as lacy
and frilly as the garter, obviously a set. To keep up my spirits,
she gently kissed the back of my neck, with just a touch of her
tongue before parting.
- Madam put a lighter collar on me, but
just as stiff and tight as the one she removed earlier. It was
black lacy affair, also with a ring in front for a leash. But
this one had a metal plate inside the front, which prevented
me from looking down.
- The maid's uniform was tight-fitting,
so Madam tightened my corset by a half-inch to compensate. Before
putting the dress on me, she produced a bulky, frilly petticoat
that only covered me to mid-thigh. The uniform came on, finally,
and the petticoat made the skirt puff out, so my netted legs
projected from a mass of black tulle, which held up the skirt
tutu-like. That puffy tulle was also the only thing concealing
my privates, because Madam had removed my panty. Then Madam put
the apron on me, and it was just a symbolic affair, pinned to
the dress. It only looked cute, and served no other function.
Madam then put the ballet boots back on, and laced them very
tight. She stood me up and led me to a full-length mirror.
- "Now aren't you just adorable, Barbie?"
I couldn't nod, and because of the gag, I couldn't speak. I just
went "Mmmm-hmmmm". Madam laughed softly, and said,
"You'll be the darling of the party, lovely little creature!
I'd jump on you right now, but I don't want you mussed up in
front of the guests." Her sensual teasing was getting me
annoyingly aroused. "Now, come along, Party Maid Barbie.
I need to have you trained for your job tonight."
- Trained I was. Templeton was more of a
taskmistress when it came to getting me to follow orders. I remained
gagged, and a hobbling chain was added to my ankles to increase
the difficulty of performing my tasks. Serving drinks on a tray
was one. I learned to keep the tray level while balancing on
my ballet heels, hobbled to tiny steps - not that I could make
longer ones with these heels. Whenever I wasn't up to expectations,
Templeton gave a sharp yank on the leash, which made me realize
that the stiff, lacy collar was also a choker. I was then put
into a monoglove again, and a tray strapped onto my waist. I
had to keep that level now, with the added difficulty of losing
the ability to balance myself with my arms. By this time I was
wondering what kind of party this was going to be, and if I was
to be more than just a pretty maidservant.
- The evening's festivities started with
dinner. I started by serving aperitifs, then helped in serving
the food. I was the only one dressed as I was, the other maids
were dressed in their regular uniforms, neither hobbled nor gagged.
I was getting some very unnerving looks from both the male and
female guests, and Madam kept her distance, as she did from all
of the house staff. But I did notice that she derived a certain
satisfaction from my predicament. There was a feeling of dread
starting to germinate inside me.
- I was taken to the reception hall, next
to the dining room, by Templeton, who found her own brand of
satisfaction in pulling my leash hard, choking me. The monoglove
was strapped on and tightened severely, and my ankle chain was
locked onto a small ring in the floor, in the center of the large
room. The waist tray was strapped on, and Templeton told me sternly
to stand still and be quiet, no matter what, and if I spilled
one drink, overturned one glass, there would be hell to pay.
The dread started growing into apprehension. I closed my eyes
momentarily, and concentrated. I needed to calm myself.
- Walking in ballet heels was hard enough.
Standing still was infinitely more difficult. I was tiring by
the minute. The guests finally filed in for the final part of
the party. The other maids had put glasses and bottles on my
tray, and left. I was bound, gagged, exposed and trapped in the
middle of a room filled with people I didn't know, all staring
at me, not all at once, but each in his or her own time. The
worst was knowing that some were out of sight behind me, and
that I was not allowed to turn or move, just stand there and
- Music started, and some of the couples
danced. Madam went from group to group, talking to each of her
- Madam came round with a good-looking couple,
the man in a tuxedo and his wife, by the wedding rings, in a
lovely black evening gown that I would have loved to wear. "Here
is my latest project." Madam explained. "Barbie Doll
is my personal assistant by day, and my living doll the rest
of the time. She has been extraordinarily well-behaved so far."
The man was looking over my attributes, a hungry look on his
face. His wife didn't seem to mind his lecherous ogling. In fact,
I could detect a faint grin on her face, a smug look that gave
me the creeps. Then Madam did something completely unexpected.
She raised my skirt, tulle petticoat and all, and exposed my
fake cunt! My color must have drained completely, and I jerked,
gasping in my gag.
- "Now, now." Madam admonished.
"You are here to serve my guests. Play along, my Barbie
Doll." The man broke into a wide grin, while his wife had
a mocking, crooked smile on her lips. I wanted to die right there.
Thankfully, they left. I was shaking from shame.
- Madam's little skirt-raising stunt seemed
to have sparked a trend. Several times, during the evening, someone
either raised my skirt in front or behind, and I thought I could
feel someone's hand come up under me, from behind, on more than
one occasion. I was totally humiliated. Every time someone passed
near me, I braced myself for another humiliation, trying not
to jerk away. At least the ones in front of me, I could see coming.
The ones behind me were more adventurous and more likely to steal
a feel. The maids came and went, refilling my tray, while I stood
there, helpless, defenseless, humiliated, terrorized by the prospect
of doing something wrong. Why was Madam doing this to me?
- The long ordeal finally ended around midnight,
my feet sore, my knees hurting, my face wet with tears. When
my chain was unlocked from the ring in the floor, I took one
step and collapsed; my legs couldn't take any more. Madam and
Templeton caught me before I broke my face on the hardwood floor.
I was taken straight to the Barbie Room and completely stripped
by Madam and Templeton. My gag was left in place, as well as
- Act III - The Second Door
- Freed from the grip of the ballet boots,
I could walk clumsily, as I was led back into Madam's study.
There was another closet-like door on another wall, and Madam
opened it, let Templeton and I in, and closed it again after
following us in. The light came on, and I was in a torture dungeon.
My heart pounded hard, and I went pale. "Put her in the
pillory, and leave her." Madam ordered. Templeton acknowledged
with a "Yes, Madam.", as Madam went back out the door
to her study.
- My head and wrists were put through the
stocks, and locked in. Then my ankles and feet were cuffed to
a spreader bar, exposing a maximum of flesh. The bar itself was
chained to the floor beneath me. Templeton's face softened a
bit once I was trapped, and she whispered, "Your offense
is minor, Barbie. I suggest you comply with everything Madam
does to you." She paused, looking over her shoulder apprehensively.
"We have all been through here at least once. Don't make
Madam take you downstairs." She rolled up her left sleeve,
and the skin of her wrist had a long-healed scar around its circumference.
She buttoned up her sleeve quickly and left before Madam could
return. I supposed that the order to leave me was to be executed
before Madam came back.
- It took twenty long, agonizing, shivering
cold minutes before the door's lock clicked and it opened. I
heard the characteristic clicking of metal heel tips on the bare
stone tile floor, then Madam appeared in front of me. Her boots
had six-inch chromed, steel-tipped heels, went up nearly to her
crotch. She was wearing a short leather skirt, an incredibly
tight leather corset, with integrated breast cups that were also
tipped with chromed steel cones, long leather opera gloves, and
over the corset, a complex and heavy harness that embraced her
lovely form. I wished right there that the circumstances were
- "My darling Barbie Doll, you were
told to play along. I asked you to please me. What did you do?"
She paused, almost as if she expected an answer from my gagged
mouth. In any case, I had stopped falling for that psychological
game that tried to get me to self-incriminate. I kept my eyes
down, hoping that it would keep Madam from being more displeased.
- Madam spoke in an admonishing tone. "I
watched you the whole evening. Remember what you are supposed
to be, outside of work hours. You are mine to do with as I please,
and you must please yourself in doing what I wish you to do.
If I wish to bind you and shackle you and use you as a serving
tray, then you shall do so and you will like it. You are mine,
Barbie Doll, you agreed to it. After all I have done for you,
you have displeased me." That last sentence was pronounced
with cold deliberation. "Look up at me, slave!" she
said sharply. I obeyed.
- She went to the far wall, where an array
of various implements of pain were displayed very prominently,
obviously for psychological effect. "Now, what will I use
to punish you?" she asked, teasingly. "Maybe this?"
she pointed at a large bullwhip. My eyes went wide. "Or
this...", a riding crop. "How about this lovely one?"
she asked, stroking the handle of a real, authentic cat o' nine
tails, complete with barbs. She must have read my expression.
"Yes! That's the one!"
- Madam took it off its display rack, and
swung it tentatively a few times in the air. "I like its
balance. Very good workmanship. Delightfully vicious, too. It
will tear flesh right off of you." She seemed excited by
the prospect of horribly mutilating me. My heart was pounding
hard and fast, my skin cold and sweaty, and I was shaking in
sheer terror as Madam went out of sight behind me. I braced myself
for the ripping fire of my skin and muscle being torn to shreds
by this cruel instrument of barbarity.
- I jerked violently, shaking the pillory,
as I felt a scratching caress on my buttocks, then I lost my
bladder control, peeing on the floor beneath me. Madam laughed
softly, "You're going to have to clean that up, my Barbie
Doll. When I'm finished with you." I screamed in my gag,
"No! Please! I'm sorry!", futilely trying to pull,
shake and jerk myself out of the stocks, all the while Madam
was tormenting me with the barbs of the cat o' nine tails, running
the leather strips lightly over my back, buttocks and legs. I
felt the barbs lightly scratching my skin. I prayed that this
game of fear would end, that I would have some real pain to deal
with. At that point, anything would have been more tolerable
than this trapped uncertainty. Tears ran down my face as I begged
- Madam came around in front of me, spinning
her barbed weapon, "I would say you have had enough terror
for now. I don't want to mangle you, my Barbie Doll, because
you are very good at pleasing me in more ways than just your
obedience. You still deserve punishment, but I will limit it
since you obviously regret having misbehaved, and I have to admit
that I didn't warn you about your role tonight. But, you still
have to learn to submit to everything I desire and decide, whether
you are advised in advance or not." She went to the display,
and replaced the cat o' nine tails on its rack, and took the
riding crop. "This is enough." She went behind me again,
and said, gently, "Brace yourself, Barbie Doll."
- I gasped and jerked hard as the first
strike came. Then another. Ten times, the crop hit my butt. It
wasn't too bad to start, but I felt my backside becoming progressively
inflamed as Madam began removing the stocks and freeing me from
the pillory. She handcuffed me, and said, "I will take your
gag off, now. I don't want to hear a word other than 'Yes, Madam'.
Understood, Barbie Doll?" I nodded nervously. She took off
the gag, and I worked my jaw back into alignment.
- "Now get down on the floor and drink
up what you spilled." Fearing more punishment, or a worse
one, I said, meekly, "Yes, Madam." and got down. "Good
girl. Now start sucking." This was the first time I drank
urine. The first lap was utterly disgusting, but as I drank it,
I got used to it. Madam left and returned with some cleaning
items, removed my handcuffs, and ordered me to clean the area
up so it wouldn't smell like a public toilet.
- Madam led me back to the Barbie Room,
and laced me back into my corset, tightly, and made sure I was
not to remove it by putting a padlock in the eyelets in the back.
"Now, Barbie Doll, I expect you to be perfectly obedient,
totally submissive, completely under my power, never to displease
me again. You are all mine, by contract. That same contract binds
me to take care of you, and train you to respect me and obey
me, and to turn you into a living Barbie Doll for me to play
with. It is my responsibility to take whatever measures are necessary
so you fulfill your part of the contract. Don't make me waste
my time, or there will be far worse punishments in store than
just scaring the pee out of you. Is that clear?" I bowed
my head, and responded, as submissively as I could, "Yes,
- "That's better. Now get a nightgown
on and get some sleep." Madam left me in my bedroom. I could
hear the sound of her steel heels ringing in the distance, fading.
I put on a nightgown, as Madam had ordered, fearing her wrath,
and collapsed on my frilly, pink-blanketed bed, crying fitfully.
Part of me wanted to please Madam more than anything else. The
other wanted to end this humiliation, this torment, this game
- But to avoid the worst, to be "taken
downstairs", as Templeton mentioned, I needed to wait a
bit before I made my next move. Madam had to come to trust me
again. I had no idea how long that would take. The burning pain
in my backside prevented me from sleeping other than fitfully.
- In my mind, a single thought formed. I
had to get out of here, while I still could.
- End of Part 2
Barbie Clause - Part 1
Barbie Clause - Part 3