Controlling Christine, Book Two

Chapter Three-2

My scalp felt strange, while I sat waiting to be released, but other than that, I didn’t notice anything different than when I sat down, although I knew that I’d somehow been rendered even more under the control of my Master. I jerked fretfully against the confining straps and the nurse came over.

“Please hold still for a moment Christine. I’ll fix your hair,” she said with a disarming smile.

I sat quietly while she combed and arranged it into the loose waves I liked, then looked up to see my Master grinning down at me.

“Well, honey,” he drawled, “we’ve moved another step along the path. How about a quick burger, then we can go down to the shop and pick up your gown?”

I nodded and felt something on the top and back of my head flop and bounce against my still-numbed skin. What the hell had he had done to me? The doctor and nurse released the restraint straps, then my Master helped me from the chair, holding my arm when I stood dizzily, wobbling a little on my heels. Between my legs, the ‘Bar surged while I gradually regained my balance, then he handed me my jacket and veil and they watched impassively while I struggled into the tight, bolero-like garment. Master fastened my semi-concealing black veil over my lower face, then drew me to the door and out into the waiting room, the doctor and the nurse following.

“Thanks, very much, Mike!” he said, turning and shaking the Doctor’s hand while holding my leash with his other. “I trust that we’ll see you at the ceremony on Saturday?”

“Oh yeah! We’ll be there! I wouldn’t miss seeing the two of you get hitched for the world!” he said, with a strange emphasis on the word ‘hitched’.

“Well ...” said my Master with an evil twinkle in his eye that I didn’t like the look of, “Christine’s actual ‘hitching’ will take place sometime after the honeymoon, but the wedding will certainly serve to confirm her status. We’ll be back in a week or two for her next additions.”

“When ever ..,” the Doctor said with an evil grin. “I’ll look forward to it. See you Saturday.”

With that we left the office and ‘though I longed to reach up and touch the top and back of my head to feel what had been done, I wasn’t permitted to do so, for my hands had once more been short-chained at my waist. There would be ample opportunity later to inspect myself and I shivered with trepidation, knowing that what had been done was truly inescapable. When the Doctor was completing whatever it was, the drilling sensation and vibrations had been disconcerting, although not the least painful, and the metallic snaps at the end of each time he’d employed the tool had told me that there was no way for me to change what had been done.

I walked self-consciously along beside my Master, very embarrassed by of the clinking and rattling my Reminder Chains beneath the innocent covering of my long skirts and by the dangling loop of my leash. Some ten minutes later we were both munching on a couple of burgers and fries at the stand-up counter of a fast food place; Master feeding me while I stood helplessly before him with my hands still chained. I looked up to find him inspecting me with that predatory look he gets when he’s contemplating some new trial, and smiled tremulously back from under my veil while I ate. He’d removed the veil so I could eat, but I knew I’d soon wear it again, like it or not.

“You don’t have any idea what you’re wearing now on your head, do you Christine?” he asked in a low voice.

“No, Master,” I answered in an equally low murmur. “Will the things you’ve had done hurt me?”

“No, they won’t hurt you in any way,” he replied with a smile, “They’ll just make you much easier to control, restrain ... and suspend!”

“Oh, Master?” I moaned, “How much more controllable must I be made?”

“Actually, honey, quite a bit!” he smiled happily again, “You haven’t been made to wear your corsets yet! Then there’s your boots and immobilization mitt/gloves. You know that you’ll soon have to wear them too, don’t you?”

“Y-y-yes, sir,” I said looking down into my soft drink, feeling more tears brimming my eyes again. Oh God, what had I done to myself?

“And too, Christine,” he added, you’ll soon have to wear a metal head cage/posture collar restraint system. We took the first steps to getting you ready for that, today.”

“Oh Master!” I gulped feeling a nervous tightening in my crotch, “I’m so scared!”

“You shouldn’t be, honey,” he soothed. “I won’t push you too far or too fast. You’ll find, after you acclimatize to each new piece of equipment, that everything will just naturally seem to belong on you. Sort of like getting used to wearing those cuffs, collar, and your chastity belt. The only difference from now is that you just won’t be able to do a lot of the things you currently take for granted.”

“Oh,” I gulped again and finished my child sized-portion. The counter guy stared at me when I turned and my nose rings flashed. Used to wearing my Chastity Belt? No! I was not used to it! I never would be! I really hated being kept cooped up in it all the time, unable to touch myself below the waist at all.

“There are plenty of other areas of control I want to cover as well, Christine,” he said gravely, with a far-away look in his eyes. “One of them will involve having your ability to hear permanently modified, but that’s a little bit off yet. It will probably be another month or so before that stuff is programmed and ready to be implanted.”

“Oh, damn!” I whispered, “What have I gotten myself into?”

“Well, Christine ... quite a bit, actually,” he gave me that look again and continued. “I’ve got some pretty intense oral surgery and dentistry planned for you too.”

I hate dentists! Even though I’ve always had perfect teeth, the very thought of something being done in my mouth terrified me beyond words. However, he said no more at that point, leaving me in sweating terror of what he planned to have done to me.

We left the fast food joint, walking slowly back to the car, and minutes later arrived at the Bridal Shop. After we’d parked and he’d assisted me from the van, I saw that Danielle and Antonnia; she now also dressed in a hindering, ankle-length skirt like me, were waiting to take me inside. I suppose my Master believed the old superstition that it wasn’t good luck to see me in my wedding gown before the actual ceremony took place.

“Christine, your speech inhibitor is on now,” he said while Antonnia and Danielle walked over and stood on either side of me. I nodded my understanding when he handed Danielle a small case.

“Come along, girls!” Danielle smiled at Antonnia and I while my Master climbed back into our van to wait.

Both Antonnia and I suddenly writhed in twinned, startled agitation when Danielle adjusted her dual control, sending uncomfortable and continuous shocks through our c********s. Mine, though, were worse and accompanied by light yet painful needlings through my sensitized n*****s too! She moved ahead of us to the shop and we dutifully followed, trying to walk normally. Inside, Danielle greeted our sales lady and we were immediately taken to the large fitting room at the back of the store. She followed us a moment later, arriving with my gown in its protective bag, draped over her arm and a large, cubical, white cardboard box in her other, then placed them both on a table off to the side.

“The box contains your head-piece and veil, Mademoiselle,” she said. “Can I assist you in any way?”

“No, thank you.” Danielle smiled at her. “We’ll only be a few minutes checking out the fit of the head-piece and veils, then we’ll be off.”

“Very well, Madame,” the sales lady said, a little miffed at being dismissed, and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

“Now, both of you girls!” Danielle said, “I want you to behave while I fit Christine’s stuff. Antonnia, will you assist me please?”

“Y-yes, Mistress,” she whispered in a very subdued and submissive voice, then went over to the table and opened the large box. She returned to where I stood nervously before the mirrors with the box in her hands, while Danielle relieved me of my everyday street veiling, then reached inside and slowly lifted out what appeared to be a normal bridal cap together with its voluminous, concealing veils.

“Bow your head Christine,” Danielle commanded quietly.

I did as she ordered, then felt her gently fit the cap over my hair. It felt far heavier than I thought it should have when she pressed it tighter to my head. What seemed to be a curving bar pressed firmly against my scalp, from just inside my hairline to the top of my neck, over-lapping my collar at the back of my head!

“Excellent!” murmured Danielle. “Now hand me the veils, Antonnia.”

She spent a moment positioning the upper portions of the multiple, filmy coverings on top of the cap and arranging them over my face, then I heard, and felt, two distinct clicks on my head; one at the top and the other at the back!

“There we are, Christine!” she smiled when I raised my obscured face to her. “You now wear your proper wedding headpiece. As it should be in your case, it can’t be removed without the correct keys to the locks.”

Locks?!

The speech inhibitor shocked me when I moaned and tried to lift my hands to inspect the headpiece. In the mirror, I saw that my face was almost totally hidden by the draperies, except for my eyes behind their diaphanous over-veil, and I lightly reached up and touched it. The little cap sat firmly planted on my head, and no matter how vigorously I shook it, the cap remained in place. Hidden beneath a hooked covering at the top, my fingers encountered the shape of a small lock, then I moved them to the back of my skull and encountered another! I tugged at the lock and heard a subdued click when it snubbed against something, and when I pulled harder, my head was jerked back too! I shook my head again, trying to dislodge the whole ensemble, but succeeded only in making the veils flutter around my face. Danielle moved up beside me and in the mirror I saw her reach into the box and pull out a long, thickly braided, white satin cord with a wide loop in one end and a shiny golden snap-hook on the other.

“Bow your head again for a moment,” she demanded, not unkindly.

I backed away from her, continuing to try and free myself of the innocent-appearing thing locked onto my head, but I was brought up short by a horrifyingly painful series of shocks when I exceeded my limit of freedom! I stood trembling while she came over, Antonnia watching from across the room. When she approached, I bent my head as much as the restrictive harnessing would permit and Danielle moved around behind me then a second later I felt another metallic click on the back of my skull when she connected my Bridal Leash to the thing mounted to my skull and arranged it to dangle down my spine within the gauzy folds of the over-veil. I shook my head and felt its weighty swing behind me, gently and insistently tugging it upright.

“That almost completes your wedding outfit, Christine.” Danielle beamed at me. “How does it feel?”

I shook my head again, knowing I couldn’t speak.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it, honey,” she smiled while she walked around behind me again then suddenly there was an irresistible drag on my head and it was pulled back so that I was staring up at the ceiling! “See how easy it is, Dear?” she whispered evilly next to my ear.

Whining, I tried to bring my head down, but she maintained the tension and I continued helplessly staring at the ceiling, trying to escape the uncomfortable posture. At last she released her grip, then quickly removed the tether, the veils, and the headpiece. Danielle handed the whole innocent-appearing ensemble to Antonnia and she carefully packed it away in its box, then wordlessly picked up the gown.

“Very good, Antonnia!” Danielle said, smiling at her slave girl. “You’re learning quickly! OKAY, girls. We’re off!”

She walked to the door with Antonnia and I trailing along behind her, and in minutes we were all back in the parking lot. My Master got out of the van and came around to open my door, then assisted me into the seat and I lay back, resignedly accepting my fastenings.