Desired Deep Slavery

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

The New Uniform

Two weeks after the movers had come and cleaned out the house, we were relaxing in the living room of the new place, far away from the world and secure behind the locked gates of the high perimeter fence. I sat silently on the floor beside Alexandra while she reclined on the couch staring pensively into the flames of the fire, her hand loosely holding my nasal leash. It was a cold September night and a patina of frost shone on the limp grass with the promise of a cold Autumn and Winter to come, but I’d not see it in all of its fury and cold. My fingers unthinkingly entwined themselves while I thought about and felt my deepening slavery, idly fingering with the weighty links that led over my shoulder from the heavy ring at the back of my steel-tubed neck. They were cool in spots, and hot in others from soaking up heat from the fire, but their intent was unavoidable. From my shoulder, they fell in a cascade to puddle in the steel lap the of my tight and uncomfortable chastity belt, then, from there, led to a heavy ring set into the wall beside the hearth. My Restraint Harness was everything she’d written it would be, but now that I wore it, much, much more than I had anticipated. It was extremely restrictive and quite unpleasant no matter how I attempted to adjust myself to its enclosure, making my now discarded and burned foundation garments seem as though they’d been made of the loosest silk and satin. The steel garments, if they could be called that, were unforgiving and very tight, and I knew I’d not escape them no matter what I tried. Every few moments I shifted my weight and position, trying to find some small comfort; small shuddering sighs rising from my soul. My eyes were closed while I gently tugged on the chain that held me captive and I tried to imagine how I’d feel after five years on a leash, wearing my incredible restraints ... on a permanent basis. It was inconceivable, and I would only be 24 years of age, with the remainder of my life to come, kept always on a chain! My thoughts whirled almost to incoherence with the sensations my harness evoked, and a small, burgeoning horror stirred at the back of my mind. Slow, uncalled for tears slid over my cheeks while I contemplated more deeply what I had done to myself.

Alexandra looked down at me once or twice and saw my tears but said nothing, only tugging occasionally on my chain to remind me of its control. I had achieved what I wanted, in spades, having become her slave girl in virtually all respects, and now, wearing the Restraint Harness she’d told me I would have to assume, I found that I really didn’t like it! Although I had initially been aroused by the concept of being kept a prisoner, the fact that Alexandra had said that it was truly permanent frightened me a great deal.

***

The day after the moving company had done its work, Alexandra took me to Brunswick Precision Machinery, the hi-tech manufacturing company that had created my jewellery and metal ensemble, for she’d decided to start our stay at the new house, and my full slavery at the same time. Of course, being her possession, I was given no choice in the matter and so, once dressed in my leather suit that morning, she’d wrapped then locked a waist chain on me.

“Hands behind, Julia!”

“Y-y-yes Mistress,” I whispered, trembling all over with a barely suppressed mix of terror and arousal at what was to come.

In a moment, both of my tightly-gloved hands had been locked behind my back, then she applied a set of shackles to my ankles, these having only a 50 cm chain between them. Hooking her finger through the end ring of my nose chain she led me out to the garage and assisted me into the van. When I was seated on the soft leather of the passenger seat, she fastened its belts tightly and although I was uncomfortable with my arms partially behind my back, it was nothing I couldn’t bear.

“No talking today, Julia,” she commanded when she seated herself behind the wheel. “You’ll only respond to questions, and only then with my approval. Clear?”

“Y-y-yes, Ma’am.”

The trip took nearly an hour and a half, but at last we arrived at the nondescript, yet clean and modern building housing the enterprise that had created my restraints. Before we walked from the visitor’s parking area, Alexandra had me stand beside the van, then threw an ankle length cape over my shoulders and fastened its clasps. My face flushed scarlet when I realized that she wasn’t going to take off my hobbling chain and ankle cuffs, and that they’d easily be seen and heard when I walked. She again hooked her finger through the ring at the end of my nose chain and I couldn’t stop the moan that rose from my soul, but managed to hold my tongue when the tether snapped tight and I had to follow her across the black top of the parking lot. My high heeled boots tapped imperiously with every pace, in counterpoint to the jingling of my ankle chain being snapped tight. Even though my hobble didn’t impede walking too badly, it definitely prevented me from any kind of rapid locomotion.

We entered the building to find ourselves in a modern reception area and there an efficient looking woman had us wait while she notified the owner of our arrival. My face flamed anew with embarrassment when she looked up and inspected me, her eyes widening when she saw my facial jewellery, then my humiliating leash. I suppose the gleaming, smooth leather of my long cape alone was an attractant, but the steel that had been fastened into my nose was in brilliant contrast and could not be ignored. I tried to turn away from her stare, but Alexandra kept a firm tension on the chain and so I had to stand there, waiting at the end of the looping chain. It was the first time I had been kept exhibited in public, so visibly under control and I began to get some idea of the feelings I’d experience as Alexandra’s possession. It seemed to take forever, but about two minutes later the owner emerged from a side door and walked over to where we waited. He was a man of medium height and build, actually quite handsome, and I imagined about 45 years of age. Alexandra greeted him warmly, shaking his hand, then turned to me.

“Mr. Jensen, this is Julia. We’re both ready to proceed with her fitting.”

He turned and gave me a smiling inspection, although his face froze with momentary shock when he saw my nose fitting and its leash.

“Uh, pleased to meet you Ms ... uh ... Julia,” he said with a low, pleasant voice, continuing to stare.

I smiled tremulously at him, remembering Alexandra’s admonition about not speaking, wanting to sink through the floor.

“She’s been ordered to respond only to direct questions,” Alexandra told him while I lowered my gaze to the grey carpet, my face once more colouring into a brilliant red.

“Uh, okay,” he turned, smiling at Alexandra. “Shall we go to the conference room? I’ve got all the ...ah ... devices and required tools set up there. It’s quite private.”

“Certainly!” she replied, “Let’s get to it.”

I bit back a gasp when my nose leash snapped tight and followed them to the broad staircase leading to the second floor, then up the carpeted steps. My hidden hobble chain clinked with a musical clatter when I passed the staring receptionist, but I didn’t notice her astounded look for I was too busy in a vortex of disjointed thought. The stairs were easy enough to manage, even wearing the 10 cm high heeled boots and ankle chain, and two minutes later I was drawn through a deep brown, cherry wood door into a modern, wood-panelled room. The long, central table was lit with a subdued, yet pervasive illumination and along its length, concealed by a grey cotton cover sheet, were ominous tents that concealed my steel garments. It was time to begin my new life; wearing the accoutrements Alexandra had had created for me. He preceded us to the table, then stood waiting while Alexandra slowly inspected the humped covering.

“Miss von Strassen,” he said gravely to her, ignoring me, “the jobs have been done as you requested, in the material you specified. You’ll pardon me for saying it, ma’am, but that grade of stainless you chose is probably the worst stuff in the world to work with. It’s almost impossible to machine and form, and cutting it is nigh impossible.”

“Yes,” she acknowledged, “it’s a real bear, I know. However, that’s the reason I wanted all of Julia’s jewellery and equipment to be made of it.”

“Well, anyway,” he continued, “the designs were pretty straight forward, and we’ve made all the joints ‘close-once-only’ types, as you requested. It took a little time and some proto-types to get the lock design down to a completely secure and self-tightening one, but now, once they’ve been mated together, that’ll be the end of the ball game. Short of a stick of dynamite, those joints will remain tightly and securely closed until Hell freezes over. There’s no way to open any of them once they’ve been joined, short of cutting them off and that’s gonna be damned near impossible, given the designs and the material you specified.”

“Yes. I’m well aware of that,” Alexandra said complacently. “It’s precisely what I want for my young lady.”

During the conversation I remained silent, keeping my head bowed so that the hair of my long wig swung forward to partially conceal my face and its steel adornments. She retained her grasp on my leash however. She’d seen me turning slightly from side to side, surveying the sheet-covered equipment underneath. He looked at me directly.

“Miss? I know you’re aware of the permanence of these things, but are you sure you want to wear them?” he asked, puzzled that such an obviously youthful and attractive woman would consent to being, quite literally, imprisoned by what lay still hidden.

“Y-Yes, sir,” I whispered, staring down.

Alexandra grasped the sheet with her free hand and whisked it off the table, then slung it over the back of a nearby chair. I couldn’t help my unconscious gasp, then recoil from the array of revealed, bright-finished, silvery, steel machinery (for that is what it most assuredly was!) on the gleaming, brown, wood surface. A low moan of part-horror, part-anticipation hissed from my mouth when I saw what was about to be fastened onto me, and I backed to the end of my leash, my eyes beginning to brim with tears of mushrooming terror.

“Are you sure you want to wear it? All of it?” he asked with concern when he saw my fearful reaction and impending tears. “You’re not being pressured in any way to do this, are you?”

“No, sir!” I stated emphatically, lifting my head to look him straight in the eye, forcing myself to move closer to the table. “I-I want to wear it all, even though it scares me terribly. Can we get it done quickly?”

He stared at me for a long moment, a little shocked I suppose, by seeing my face and nose jewellery close up, then shrugged.

“Very well. If that’s what you want, then of course we’ll proceed. Ms von Strassen, would you free her please? Ms Julia will have to disrobe completely, as you know. Her clothing can go on one of the chairs.”

Alexandra produced a set of keys from her purse, together with a long chain that matched my nose leash, and seconds later, my wrists, waist, and ankle restraints were removed. I stood quietly with head bowed submissively when she connected the chain from her purse to my nose leash, then let it hang in a long loop to the floor, its large end ring grasped firmly in her leather gloved fingers.

“Take off your clothes, Julia,” she ordered in a quiet, authoritative voice. My nose leash ensured I would obey, and, of course, at the same time be unable to flee from what was about to occur.

I stared at her, licking my lips nervously. It was the first time I’d ever undressed in front of a man. She nodded briskly and I slowly shrugged from my cape, then the tight jacket. I raised and bent my arms to behind my neck. The buttons at the back of the blouse were small and difficult to undo, but were soon freed and I slowly pulled the blouse over my head. It was deeply embarrassing for me to have him stare at my severe underwear, but I proceeded, reluctantly. The clips of the wide, compressing, chest band of my uncomfortable bra popped open with some difficulty, then I pulled it off with a sigh of relief from its grip. I’d soon long to wear it again, instead of what was going to be fitted! When Alexandra took it from me, my large, brown-nippled breasts sprang forth, bouncing and joggling slightly with each trembling breath I took. For a moment he drank in the sight of my bounteous femininity, each n****e accentuated by its gleaming steel U shackle. Again, I felt my face flush a deep scarlet, then reached behind and released the button and zipper that secured my long leather skirt. A moment later it too was folded over the back of the chair, then I sat and unlaced my boots. My panty girdle, garter belt, and stockings followed immediately, joining the growing pile, then I stood utterly naked but for my body jewellery, bare foot and waiting with head bowed, staring down the length of the glittering chain from my nose.