Laura's Evolution

Chapter One-2

The only entrance now to the hidden complex was via the thoroughly concealed vault door in the wine cellar, then the long tunnel to the complex. Both ends of this connecting corridor were secured by a set of doubled doors: one of each set being a hollow, 10 cm thick, plain steel slab that locked like a bank vault door and the other a tightly barred, inner one, two metres further along. All of these doors required power to open or close and each had its own electronic lock with the default setting being that of staying locked until power was restored and the correct combination used. I was frightened yet aroused by his security and secrecy arrangements, but came to love the edge of horror and fear that his ingenuity and dedication had created. I was occasionally locked into one of the cells and left for the night, but that was also to change and become more the norm, rather than the exception.

We lived alone with no children, close relatives, or other social encumbrances and were quite content with our lives. Master has a wide selection of friends, although each seems to be in ‘the scene’ in one way or another. Before I came into his life he’d entertained frequently, but that changed dramatically after we got married and we became, if not hermits, then almost anti-social. With his estate being so isolated and concealed behind the high walls and locked gates, I occasionally got lonely and despite finding some solace and companionship on the internet and TV, there was not much in the way of intellectual stimulation. They were however; better than nothing and having a deep streak of curiosity in my make-up as well as being the benefactor of an excellent education with a Master’s degree in biotechnology, I occasionally found things of interest.

That brings me up to date, and so you know a little of what my life was like at the beginning of my journey into total slavery and bondage. I was about to discover just how well-connected and deeply into the realization of his fantasies Master truly was, for he’d taken a break from his hobby job as a financial analyst, and intended to take me further along my path to becoming his completely-controlled possession.

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When I opened my eyes, he was just coming out of our large en suite bathroom, dressed in a comfortable golf shirt and well-cut, tan-coloured slacks, ready for the day.

“Time to rise and shine my dear.” He smiled while I lay stretching luxuriously under the light, royal blue, satin sheet.

“Mmmmm,” I murmured, then flipped it off and just lay in the dappled sunlight streaming through the window. “Do I have to get up?” I smiled up, drinking in the look, scent, and commanding presence standing at the end of the bed.

“Yep. ‘Fraid so.” he grinned mischievously. “You’ve a pretty full day ahead, with more to come, as you know.”

“Master?” I looked up at him, somewhat frightened of what was planned and the irreversible commitment I was about to make. “Are you really going to have me pierced as you said?”

“Of course I am my dear! I’ve told you a half dozen times already that I want you fitted with the new jewellery, and so it will be done. Your duty is to wear and live with it. Justin’s prepared all the pieces and when we’re done there, tonight we’ll stay at the Sequoia Inn. Then, we’ll come back here and you can spend a couple of weeks getting accustomed to it and allowing the piercings to heal fully before we go to the next step. When that time comes, I’ll take you to Harmon’s place for the rest of your jewellery then we’ve got the room for the night again.

“It’ll take you a month or two to get used to what Harmon has created for you. It’s a very restricting ensemble of restraints and I’m sure that you’ll find it quite dramatic, especially as most of it will be permanently affixed.”

“Jesus!” I exclaimed with not a little trepidation, “What in God’s name are you going to make me wear?”

“Nope!” He smiled at me with an evil, cold light glinting in his eyes. “You’ll find out when the gear is fitted and not before. Anyhow, after you’ve had time to experience that stuff, then we’ll be going to see Mike Zacharias and he’ll do the dental and other additions. Those will take considerable time to adjust to, I’m afraid.”

“Ah, OK.” I gulped nervously. Justin was a friend of his who specialized in exotic piercing and the creation of custom body jewellery. He and Master had been as thick as thieves for nearly a month, then I’d not seen him for the longest time after that. Harmon was another friend who owned a hi-tech machine shop business and both of them had spent a lot of time together. The end result was that he’d made full body, limb and head casts of me, then he too had seemed to drop out of sight. As far as Mike was concerned, he was probably one of the kinkiest guys I’d ever met, and I shuddered with visions of what Master had commissioned him to do. I hated dentists of any kind and he saw my shiver of dread.

“Take it easy, Laura. You’ll be anaesthetized when Mike does his work and you’ll barely feel a thing. Besides, it’s not going to happen for a couple of months.”

“Uh, OK.” I agreed with some unease, knowing that these plans would come to fruition, like it or not.

“Shower time, Slave Girl,” he said with a smile. “I’ll get today’s clothing ready while you’re doing your thing.”

I swung my legs from the bed and he came over and unlocked my shoes. I gratefully kicked them off then padded into the large, en suite bathroom, and a couple of minutes later was happily splashing in the huge tub. I’d begun to appreciate the lack of hair on my body, saving me a tremendous amount of preparation time each day and in addition, my skin was now always sensitive to even the lightest breath of air. I enjoyed the sensations of the smooth surfaces of my clothing even more than I’d normally have been able to. When I finished my ablutions about a half hour later, I went to the dressing room where my clothing for the day had been laid out.

Generally, I wear the garments I’ve described above: corset, stockings with a garter belt, the locked-on, 15 cm high heeled shoes, a floor-length slip and then skirt, and a high-necked blouse or turtle-necked sweater, but today was going to be different – far different. What were laid out were garments I’d not seen before. All were all black in colour with some elaborate embroidery at various places. I walked slowly over and fingered the clothing, finding that nearly everything was made of a heavy, satin-type of material or some variant. The dress was easily recognizable, but there were additional layers I couldn’t figure out and so stood for a few minutes wondering just what all this stuff was. He walked into the room behind me.

“Put on your corset, stockings and garter belt Laura, then your shoes, please.”

It was a command, not a request. I walked to the chair that those articles were assembled on and five minutes later had partially laced on my corset, slipped the new, silky nylons up my legs, fastened the garter belt then clipped them tightly to it, enjoying the caress and the snugness of the ensemble. He had waited behind me, and then drew in the corset’s laces with great firmness until the back edges met and I gasped for breath. I sat gingerly, and with a sigh slipped my feet into the high-heeled shoes, then reluctantly fastened their ankle straps and closed the discrete locks, imprisoning myself in them for the day and night to come.

“Excellent,” he grinned when I stood and pirouetted in front of him. “Now, it’s time to get you into your new public appearance outfit.”

“What is all this stuff?” I asked with mild curiosity. “It’s beautifully made and a wonderful fabric and embroidery, but it’s kind of boring, being all black.”

“Yes it is,” he agreed readily, “and as to what it is... well, you’ll see the result when it’s all on. Now, put on your bra.”

“Very well, Master,” I said a little grumpily, not happy with him avoiding a complete answer.

He handed me the uncomfortable (aren’t they all?) support and a minute later I had its wide chest band clasped over my spine and had settled my breasts into their snug, compressing cups. Soon, I’d long for the freedom this garment permitted and would marvel that I’d ever thought of it as being uncomfortable! I asked my usual useless question.

“Can I have some panties, please, Master?”

“Laura, you know better than that,” he admonished. “I’ll grant you the request soon enough, but you may not like what you’ve asked for so many times,” he said with an enigmatic smile.

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied while he held out a long slip-like garment. “What’s that?”

“It’s your slip. Put it on.”

“Yes, Master.”

He held it over my head and I slid my arms into it, then the long silk garment slithered down over my body, and legs, almost to my ankles. I stood quietly while he adjusted the fit by using small ties up the back to make it conform closely to my waist and hips, then tightened the wide shoulder straps, hiding the already deeply grooved ones of my bra. Next came the heavy, billowing satin dress and I stepped into its opening, then he drew it up. It too was fastened up my back, but this time with innumerable, small buttons, and although it was loose fitting, it covered me completely from its slightly dragging hem to just under my chin. The sleeves were a strange mixture of looseness and snugness, being wide and flowing down to the mid-point of the back of my hands, but hidden inside were wide, elasticized collars! I had some difficulty with them before they became comfortable, then looked down at myself, feeling the drag of the heavy skirt and how it and the slip beneath already restricted the free movement of my legs. Certainly, by that point, I was used to wearing long skirts, but we’d moved to another level and I wasn’t very happy about it.

“Hold out your right arm, Laura.”

When I did, he pulled the sleeve’s inner collar above my elbow, then picked up a long, gauntleted glove and drew it up my arm. It too had a heavily elasticised, wide collar and this snapped with tight authority around my upper arm just above the elbow. The glove itself was very snug and my fingers were tightly-tubed by the thick fabric, but he wasn’t done yet and reached into the still rucked-up sleeve then pulled its wide inner collar down my arm and let the elastic close tightly around my wrist. I trembled with a strange emotion, seeing even more of me disappear from view, and then realized what kind of costume I was being dressed in: it was a full, concealing, Arabian woman’s garb! To make the gloves more difficult to remove, he pulled two narrow loops from the wristband and slipped them over my index finger and the one next to my smallest finger. I had difficulty curling them to allow the loops to be fitted, but he assisted and when they snapped tight, my hands became prisoners within the tight gloves. My other arm and hand were immediately fitted with a matching glove, then he picked up the next piece.

“This goes over your head, Laura. You won’t need your wig today.”

My face had remained uncovered until now, but this was soon to change when he brought over the multi-layered, facial veiling arrangement. Its first component consisted of a close-fitting helmet and cap with a long, heavily beaded and brocaded neck piece that would completely cover the chin-high collar of my gown; buttoning up the back of the neck and head to the crown. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it did fit snugly and when he’d finished, I felt even more restricted because I couldn’t even open my mouth! Strangely, for me, as I didn’t expect it, sound was deeply muted now! Master had been his usual thorough self and thickly padded panels were incorporated into the sides over my ears, acting to eliminate nearly all noise!

Until this point, the actual veils had been folded back over my head, but he pulled the first one forward and down, covering my already masked face beneath a thick, strangely embroidered, rigid, black satin mask, complete with a chin cup that went right back against my throat. I was shocked at first, feeling it being fitted, then shivered again while he completed its fastening. This concealment’s richly textured embroidery surrounded and outlined the oval openings for my eyes, the formed nosepiece and an elongated oval that covered my mouth. It was held securely in place with a wide, black, heavily elasticized satin band at the bottom and this he immediately hooked securely together at the nape my neck. Other small loops on its sides, at my temples and above my eyes were slipped over matching buttons on the under helmet and so the whole thing was virtually immovable, held tightly against my face. His last adjustment was to reach to the top of the helmet and fasten another wide elasticized, fabric strap that was quickly pulled up under my chin and further restricted my ability to open my mouth! I stared out at him from within the bizarre mask, mesmerized by the sensations and emotions I was feeling while he continued to dress me.