Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Seven-1

Chapter Seven

Enhancements

She returned to the house later in the afternoon while I was on yet another of my leashed walks, then stood waiting on the porch for me, until I struggled back. Again, when I was halfway there, she used the strong shocks to make me dance until I collapsed to dangle at the end of my leash, still writhing and howling. It was becoming more and more horrible to be so helpless and vulnerable, but it was going to get worse ... far worse.

Jessica came to help me stand, then escorted me back into the house, after freeing me of my running leashes and, once in the kitchen, removed my cape and without saying a word hung it in the hall closet after connecting my back-of-the-collar leash to the wall ring and telling me to sit. She returned a moment later to smile happily at me, then reached behind my neck and a second later tugged hard on the chain to shorten it so that I could only sit bolt upright without being able to bend forward. There was to be no escape from the sensation of wearing and being controlled by my collar. She fastened my hobble to the floor ring then sat down across the table and coolly looked into my staring eyes.

“Did you enjoy your afternoon’s session, dear?” she asked rhetorically, seeing as how I remained helmeted and gagged. I shook my head as emphatically as my collar and the helmet allowed. “Well, no matter. You’ll probably become accustomed to it eventually because I’m going to set up a program of automatic exercising and ‘encouragement’ for you as soon as I can, then I won’t need to be concerned if you’re actually doing it because the programme will make sure you do.

“Now, I’m going to take off your helmet and remove your gag. Hold still.”

Three minutes later my head emerged from the confines of the horrid, rubber-lined bag and I sighed and gasped with wordless gratitude when the gag pad finally came out of my mouth, licking my parched lips. It felt so good to be out of it and I stared at her with mute thanks while she checked my collar.

“OK.” She grinned at me saying, “I can see that you’re dying to talk, but are scared of what I’ll do to you if you don’t have my authorization. So, you may speak, Alex.”

“P-p-please, Jessica? Please don’t make me do that again?” I begged.

“Why, Alex!” she exclaimed in false shock. “I thought you really enjoyed being controlled and disciplined! All I’ve done is to make your dreams come true, honey! If I think about it, you’re being rather ungrateful for all the trouble I’ve gone to.”

“No-no-no!” I gabbled in terror. “I-I-It ... it was horribly strong and very painful and I was so ... so utterly helpless and thought I’d go mad from the strength of the shocks and from being so vulnerable.”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” she asked with an evil twinkle in her eye. “Well, your reactions were pretty impressive, nevertheless, and I was only using Level Three. Never mind, dear! You may eventually get used to your new situation and my disciplining procedures. As I mentioned, there are plenty of things to come that will make you even more controllable.”

“J-J-Jessica?” I asked in a trembling voice, fearing her answer. “Are-are you really going to keep me locked in the chastity belt, wearing the neoprene rings, the cuffs and the collar all the time and ch-chained too?”

“Now, dear! I’ve already told you that’s how you’re going to live from now on! I was and I am dead serious about it. And yes, you will remain locked into your chastity belt, wearing the rings and catheter tube and fully-restrained for the foreseeable future. The household arrangements are nearly completed as far as you’re personally concerned, but as well, and as I stated before, you’re soon going to get a substantial range of piercings done. I took care of that while I was out this afternoon.”

“Well, what about your ... uh ...sexual needs. And mine?” I asked plaintively.

“You know, dear, over the last couple of years I’ve come to the point that I’m not really all that interested anymore. s*x between us got predictable and not a little boring. However, now that I’ve found how well this new arrangement between us works, at least for me, I’m excited both by it and the fact that I can have you anytime I want! And, too, you’ll always be hot and horny, because you can’t masturbate anymore like you used to. Oh yes, I know you did, so the chastity belt will keep you desperate and that’s just what I want. From now on, you won’t be enjoying any kind of s*x unless I permit it.

“When I feel the urge to indulge in s*x, you’ll be the first to know, but it will be at my timing and pleasure level, not yours, my dear. If you think that those times, whenever they come, will give you a chance to escape, you can forget it right now. When I want s*x, you’ll be restrained so that you cannot get free and I’ll also have you leashed by your body piercings so that I can easily grab the chains to control you. Only then will it happen.

“As far as your s****l needs are concerned ... you’ll be prepared for any s****l encounters I decide you may get by being put on the bed in your cell. I may use the mattress with you laying on your back and me riding you on top, so I can be the aggressor ... something you never let me do in the past. What that means is that I’ll fasten you just like last night, then remove the cover plate for the rear of your chastity belt and now that I have a couple of lovely, large strap-on dildos, you’re going to get royally screwed when I feel the urge, and, being fastened like that, you’ll discover a whole new dimension to s*x.

“If I don’t feel the urge to do you personally, dear, one of the options that came with the bed is a very sophisticated f*****g machine that can be mounted to the frame to take my place ... and it’ll never get tired, so you might spend the whole night being mechanically raped. Too, just to keep you aroused and perhaps help you get accustomed to your new role, at the same time you might also be tormented by e-stim and maybe some vacuum too. Eventually, you’re going to get f****d and sucked all at the same time.”

The reaffirmation of the realization that I was utterly her prisoner in all respects and that she could torment me so thoroughly and easily was too much to bear and I shuddered with horror, sitting there in my restraints before her with tears beginning to trickle down my cheeks.

“There-there, dear,” she said soothingly, coming over to stroke my head. “It won’t be all that bad and one day you may become used to being kept like you are now. I know that this new life is a considerable shock, but there are plenty more of those to come for you, and actually that’s probably a good thing. Now, I’m going to make a nice dinner for us, so you can just sit there and think about things while I do.”

The dinner came some 20 minutes later and I was permitted unrestricted conversation while she fed me; but my hands were kept chained to my chastity belt’s front shield, below my waist, and I remained short-leashed to the wall and floor rings, as she’d promised to always do. These arrangements ensured that the message of my continual helplessness and dependence upon her good will was constantly reinforced. The dishes were cleared away and washer started, then she came back to sit across the table again, looking speculative for a moment before staring me fully in the eyes and speaking.

“Scary, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes. It-it is! I don’t think I can go through with this, Jessica. I-I-I only wanted to do a lit-little intense play. I di-di-didn’t want it to turn into a life s-s-sentence!” I mumbled, pulling my hands against their lock and feeling how strongly the thigh and ankle cuffs captured me. The leash clinked and rattled behind my back, tugging at my collared neck when I shifted position, attempting to find a more comfortable way to sit on the thinly cushioned seat, in my belt. It was akin to sitting in a bucket, but I was locked into this bucket! Every time I tried to get comfortable, I was made immediately aware of the huge butt plug when it shifted, and as well, inside its tube in the silicon rubber liner, my p***s twitched and surged uselessly with the neoprene rings constantly strangling grip making me crazy.

“That’s a good thing for you to think about, but you will have to go along with my plans because you no longer have a choice in the matter, my dear. I want you to know, deeply and without any question, that I’ve assumed full control of your life ... in all respects, and the fear of what’s coming next will keep you paying attention. I’ve mentioned already that arrangements have been made for you to be pierced and that will happen next Wednesday. You’re going to get the full treatment I described: nose, ears, n*****s and your tongue. After they’re done, others will follow.

“There’s no question that they’re going to hurt and will be quite uncomfortable for a long while after they’re done, so I’ve taken the liberty of calling your office and telling them that you’ll be away from work for two or three months for medical reasons, and that if they are severe enough, you may not return. Be assured that they will be severe enough for you to not have to go back. Your working life is over, dear, and you are retiring to a life as my toy and pet. Nice, eh?

“I’ve been in touch with some other folks too,” she continued, “and have commissioned them to make some ... ah ... enhancements for your bondage ensemble. To start off, one of these is a lock-on bra with remotely-controlled e-stim and other capabilities built into it. It’ll be virtually unnoticeable under normal clothing, but you’re not going to be wearing that for much longer, if ever again. The bra is substantial enough that you’ll be unable to get it off without the key and because it’ll be tight, you’ll always know you’re locked into it. As well, it’ll have the option for me to be able to add vacuum/electrical breast cups when I feel you need some of that kind of treatment.

“However, this version of the bra is only a temporary arrangement because I’m going to force you to go a lot further down that particular path, my dear!” she stated with an evil smile playing around her lips, but her eyes remained cold.

“J-J-Jessica?” I asked with terror making my voice tremble unwantedly, “wh-why are you so intent on controlling me so completely?”

“Well, dear, that’s kind of complicated. Yes, you’ve been a good husband to me since we got married, but now that I know the power of my total possession of you, I want to expand my horizons. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to do it and with the money we’ve made and saved as well as the investments, I can do pretty much what I want with you. Alex, you’re the perfect victim, even though only willing at first. However, that you’ve changed your mind about what you want to do and experience, and how frequently, really doesn’t make any difference now that I’ve got you so thoroughly and easily controlled. Face it, dear; your desires have landed you exactly where you are.”

I bent my head as much as the wide collar and its short leash allowed and tears spilled from my eyes, then a moment later I began weeping in shoulder-shaking sobs, struggling crazily against my chains upon hearing of her unchanging plans for my future. I soon had to stop jerking my hands and arms and kicking against my anchored hobble chain because it hurt too much. All the while Jessica regarded me impassively from across the table, waiting for my fit of self-pity to pass before speaking again.

“Truly, dear, you’ve only yourself to blame for what has happened, you know,” she said without a trace of pity. “I’ve got a lot of other plans for you in the works and many of them are going to involve some substantial body modifications. I saw on the computer that you have quite a library of images and stories about some pretty aggressive ones. You’re going to get to experience all of them being done, then have to live with the results, honey.”