Dr. Winthrop Samuels Series

Chapter Two-2

“But why there?”

“I am going to hang you horizontally, Sunny. For long, long periods. It is best for a girl like you.”

“But it’s not arroycoo.”

“My form will offer similar feelings of helplessness, vulnerability, humiliation and slow pain. Just as you desire. Vertical suspension brings orthostatic syndrome... dizziness... nausea... hot flashes... leading to orthostatic syncope... fainting. What you cannot ascertain from the pictures you showed me is that arroycoo as practiced by those tribes does not last long... probably not more than an hour. That won’t do.”

I remove the bowl and step away to dispose of the contents. Washing my hands I see Sunny is deep in thought.

“When?” she meekly inquires.

“When your legs acclimate... otherwise it will be unbearable for you.”

I step to a chair and sit.

“Come. You can suck my p***s while I eat. Then you’ll have a bath and good girls get m*********d. Look what I’ve been working on in the metal shop.”

As Sunny crawls to work my zipper, I remove from my jacket pocket a long thin strip of metal. At the end is a bulbous tip, highly polished and smoothed to gleam in the room light. In studying various anatomy books, I am eager to try the shape on Sunny. My form of arroycoo will not be all suffering...

***

Another sensational blow job. It requires several moments to recover my energy as Sunny obediently remains kneeling, head between my thighs, licking my scrotum. Finally I grasp the leash.

“Bath time,” I announce, righting my clothing and tugging to direct to the bathroom.

She crawls well but her toes remain pointed, the Achilles heel grommets making it painful to straighten her feet. Over the ensuing weeks, this will change... somewhat. Ironically, Sunny, as subservient masochist, will receive the best of care, just about 24/7.

“We’re going to loosen up those muscles, Sunny. So you can walk... I like walking you about, naked, leashed, corseted...”

Into the bathroom, I begin to fill the tub. As the water runs, I pick up my toy. Her lithe one hundred pounds easily nestles within the huge steel and porcelain vessel. Placed on all fours, with the newly installed eye hooks, it is a simple matter to make Sunny one with the tub. The nose leash is attached first, then more cords are used to secure her buttock grommets, ankle grommets, and four of the many corset grommets. For good measure I also secure her elbows but let her remain on hands and knees.

“Comfortable? A girl like you needs to be kept well bound.”

Sunny nods as best she can, the nose leash rather taut. Meanwhile the water level rises, more hot than tepid. The steamy flow reaches mid thigh. I test to assure it is sufficient. The temperature is perfect, hot but tolerable. More than merely palliative for Sunny’s impinged muscles, heat induces relaxation... that which the grommets preclude.

With the Achilles tendon irritated, Sunny’s soleus and gastrocnemius muscles will painfully cramp with the slightest movement. Avoiding such discomfort will require training and concentration. She will need to learn to move most carefully. Walking will forever be encumbered, absent removing the grommets which I suppose is somehow surgically possible. But such an effort would certainly be more involved than the simple press of the trigger and resulting click and snap required for implementation.

I prepare a chamois and sweet smelling bath soap. Once again I lather and lave. Sunny’s fine form is enticingly open, vulnerable, well bound and available to my touch. As I cleanse, her legs soak, absorbing the soothing heat, forcing relaxation upon constantly strained muscles.

I find myself admiring my own work. I have adorned her fine body with some 22 grommets, a twenty third tucked deeply into her nostrils. Each is now part of her, something I crafted, baubles I caused to pierce and penetrate her flesh. She will always feel them, even when not corseted. She will never again take a step without sensing the quaking of various muscles... legs and buttocks. Even after an adequate period of acclimation, any hasty move will quite possibly bring forth a painful cramp. There is a reason the Achilles tendons of runaway slaves were altered for hobbling.

Sunny closes her eyes in relaxation as my hands smooth everywhere. I loosen her nose leash and dunk her head. I lather and shampoo her short page boy hair. I tenderly work in the surfactant then dunk again to rinse. Thereafter I tighten the leash. I want her motionless, not a single digit to move unsupervised. My hands govern. The girl wants it... needs it... craves for it. Total control.

Once again I work a finger into her anus, ostensibly scrubbing what I know has been well cleansed by Louise with one of her renowned enemas. Marvelously tight, she moans with delight.

“Will you take care of me... like before?” her voice even deeper in repose.

“You mean you want to be m*********d?”

“Such a crass word for something that feels so good.”

“When I masturbate you, Sunny, it will be for a purpose. You need to understand that. The other day it was to bring forth endorphins... help in recovering from your buttock piercings. Other times it will be at my whim... for entertainment... perhaps as a reward for good behavior... though you will have little opportunity to exhibit bad...”

There comes the slight nod which she is learning to offer with caution... careful not to tension her nose leash.

“I would like to try my little implement,” I offer. “And some flow of endorphins may be timely.”

Sunny smiles.

“Thank you, sir,” her once teasing voice now most respectful.

I retrieve my slim length of metal and return.

“Stay perfectly still,” I command, my warning probably superfluous with the many grommets so tightly secured.

One finger again impales her rectum. My free hand introduces the gleaming highly polished tip to her well exposed mons. I diddle, assuring that her labia and v****a are ready for penetration. Unneeded, I find that Sunny’s quim is sinfully moist, well lubricated with feminine essence.

“Now... let’s find that fornix.”

Such a delightful diversion from a long day of examining knees and hips.

***

“Come little girl, stand for Dr. Samuels.”

As the tub drains, I release the many cords and take the nose leash in hand. Not only has Sunny soaked for just under an hour, I have massaged the impinged soleus and gastrocnemius muscles. And yes, how could I resist kneading her gluteus maximus as well. That along with inducing a massive faux climax should provide enough endorphins and relaxation so that my hobbled pet can begin to learn to use her altered legs.

I deliberately denied Sunny any c******l or labial stimulation, my slim length of metal slipping past both her labia and her love bud to slither deep into her v****a. There, a curious fold near the cervix, the anterior fornix, was kneaded by the smooth, specially shaped bulbous tip. This manipulation has been found to stimulate the pubo coccygeus muscles, bringing oscillations and even ejaculation, which Sunny indeed offered. Yet the delight was limited, as intended... probably akin to that experienced with a sneeze. Still, I brought forth the physical reaction I desired... cruelly minimizing the psychological gratification yet achieving hormonal release to quell the muscles.

“Please no, Dr. Samuels.” My arm rises.

She beseeches but I continue to slowly but firmly raise my arm. Sunny moves her right leg from its kneeling position. As her freed hands grasp the sides of the tub to steady herself, the toes press against the tub’s surface. Despite my efforts and the long soak, the foot cannot straighten. Still the left leg follows, toes to the surface. Sunny rises, straightening at the waist.

“You look like a pretty ballerina,” I muse, Sunny’s svelte form perched on toes.

She meekly smiles. I tug.

“Come. Careful.”

Dripping wet, Sunny gingerly steps out. I leash her to an overhead light fixture and dry her magnificent form with a large fluffy towel. She remains on her toes as every inch of flesh is patted. I have fun with breasts that freely jostle in reaction to my smoothing hands.

“In time you will learn to accept the pain of straightening your feet... just as you learned to enjoy those floggings. For now, you need to be trained.”

Sunny seems most disheartened as I connect a short corset cord to the back of her neck collar. Is that a whimper I detect as I begin to thread... right, left, right, left... down her spine?

“It is good for a girl like you, Sunny,” I softly chide in response. “You would not want to be walked any other way.”

Reaching the base I thread the cord through the right buttock grommet and then across to the left. As I pull to tighten and knot, Sunny’s posture improves, if that is the appropriate description. Forced to stand rigid, shoulders back, those breasts prominently thrust forth, the grommets at the top of her derriere mandate perfect presentation. And tensioning those buttock grommets triggers the gluteus muscles to contract. She yelps in involuntarily clenching her cheeks, yet I note she remains standing.

“Good girl,” I praise as I clip together the elbow grommets behind her back.

I step back and apprize my naked well bound plaything.

“How do you feel, Sunny?”

She closes her eyes. She feels the intensity of my control... her helplessness. The humiliation increases the vermillion hue of her nakedness, reddened by the heated bath. She is speechless.

I reach forth and diddle her left n****e. Its crinkled hardness evidences the odd delectation of the masochist.

“It’s what you want... what you need,” I offer with a knowing smile.

I release the nose leash from the fixture.

“Come. One step at a time. You’ll need to learn to walk again.”

Sunny moves in reaction to my governing hand. It is an ungainly first step...strained... awkward... perched on toes forced to point by the intrusive Achilles grommets. Her buttocks remain amusingly clenched as there come a second step, then a third. We depart the bathroom.

“You’ll sense some contractions, an occasional spasm... but a disciplined mind can overcome. And you will learn discipline... much discipline...”

***

The elevator grinds. The doors clank nearby. Louise returns. Can it be midnight?

I have led a stumbling Sunny around and around the loft. Her feet cannot straighten but she learns mobility, however awkward. And her posture is divine... so confined... so alluring in being forced to display her charms.

Louise enters, the white uniform remaining after a long shift of nursing. She smiles in spotting my rigid toy, perched on toes, well trussed.

“She can walk!”

“A little awkward... but improving.”

Louise steps forth to examine.

“Beautifully displayed breasts with the corseting. Ever think of inducing lactation?”

Had I not been holding Sunny’s nose leash high and tight, I know she’d dip her chin in shame. She blushes.

“It’s a thought. There will certainly be time and occasion with her suspension.”

Louise steps to the rear. Her hands palpate the clenched buttocks. She laughs.

“The grommets cause the gluteus maximus muscles to contract. In time she’ll better control them,” I explain.

Louise nods and moves to the kitchen. She has brazenly stocked Sunny’s abode things she likes to eat and drink. After all, there will be much supervisory time spent. An aperitif is needed after hours of labor. She pours two glasses of wine.

“When will she hang?”

I pause in thought.

“The Achilles tendons still need to acclimate a little more. Days... certainly not more than a week.”

A smug Louise returns to where I have my naked Sunny forcibly standing, nose pointed straight up in a demonstration of my governance. She hands me one ice cold glass then presses hers to right n****e then left, laughing as Sunny lurches. I am amazed to see the glands firm and further rise in response.

“There is a loft for rent, Winnie... three floors down,” Louise casually offers in smiling at Sunny’s response. “Gave it some thought while at work. Ludlow Street is not a bad location... reasonably priced... and the local entertainment is priceless.”

Louise laughs in referencing Sunny’s exhibition of bound nakedness.

“And she has a good tongue.”

Louise alludes to her needs and I nod.

“Something to look into,” I urge. “The loft.”

Having benefited from good fellatio, with the clock past midnight, sleep is welcomed. I succinctly hand Louise the leash and slosh down my wine.

“I’m going to catch a cab. Bind her tightly. She has much training to endure. Remember not to touch.”