Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Nine-1

Chapter Nine

My Wife’s Developing Plans

I awoke to find myself still fastened to the bed under the rubber sheet; still entombed in the cloying gas mask and helmet, utterly helpless and becoming crazy to get out of everything. How long had I been here? When would she let me out? Panic flooded my reeling mind and once more I tried to twist and writhe free of my bonds, but felt only the slightest movement and was immediately conscious of how my chastity belt and the constantly strangling, internal, neoprene rings continued to control me so intimately. A long time later, the sheet was removed then the gas mask soon thereafter and I stared up into her smiling face, desperate to beg her to free me, but I now knew better than to even try to speak without her permission. The process of being fully released from the bed was quickly completed and she wordlessly took my leash, then drew me along the hall to the bathroom for my morning shower and ablutions. When these were completed, she again dressed me in a long, thick, heavy skirt and the ankle high boots, then took me down to the kitchen for breakfast, smiling and humming happily while she did. Occasionally she looked at me with a satisfied grin on her face, obviously enjoying what she saw. My rubber helmet was becoming more and more awful to wear with every passing hour and I shuddered and whimpered in misery while I sat in my chair, then was as usual, short-leashed to the wall ring behind and the floor ring under the table. Hearing my noises and the rattles my chained hands and feet made her look over at me from where she stood at the stove. Until now she’d not said a thing.

“Last night was pretty intense, wasn’t it?”

I knew better than to answer.

“Well, you are going to get the same treatment again tonight, my dear,” she stated, confirming my worst fear. “I intend to imprint in your mind that I will tolerate no disobedience or reluctance of any kind from you. Anyhow, the day’s schedule will be the same as yesterday because I’ve got a lot of things to get done and despite the rain, you’re going to be put outside for exercise again. Tomorrow is Wednesday and I have an early start arranged at the piercing salon, so that’ll be a nice change in your routine, but I’m afraid you won’t enjoy it very much. They know you’re my slave and are quite used to having their clients brought to them in restraints, so there’s not going to be any problems in that regard, and no chance for you to escape. As well, they know you’re a rubber fetishist and a TV, so you wearing a skirt, blouse, and boots won’t bother them.

“Before the piercings are done I’ll remove your helmet, but as soon as they’re finished, it goes back on. Just so you feel a little better about being helmeted all the time, until the piercings heal fully, I’ll free you of it once a day to check on them. When they’re fully healed, you’ll be kept in it on pretty much a full time basis from then on.

“Also ... I’ve been in touch with your employer and found that it’s possible for you to tele-commute from here for your job, so, you’d only have to go in about once a month. However, I’ve informed them that we’ve discovered a serious medical condition and you will need to be placed on permanent sick leave, so that solves a lot of logistical stuff and they’ve re-assigned your work. Now that you’ll not be needing them any more, I’m going to sell your car and all of your male clothing. That will help pay for the new equipment and procedures you’re going to undergo.

“Just for your information, the discipline bra I was telling you about will be ready the day after tomorrow and you’ll be fitted with it then. There’s other stuff in store for you and I’m taking care of some of that today. Friday will be a quiet day and I’m having the lawn mowed by the company I’ve hired, so you’ll spend the day in your room, fastened into your chair, then at night, in your bed for the full-on discipline I’ve told you to expect. There will be no other furniture in the room for the moment. You may as well get used to the idea that you’re going to be kept pretty much in isolation any time you’re in there.

“OK! Time for you to be fitted with your gag and put into the leather over-helmet then I’ll dress you in your cape, take you outside, and hook you up to your leashes. Stand up, dear, after I release your hobble.”

I rose to my feet and within 10 minutes was once more standing alone out on the lawn beside the back porch railing, locked to my running leashes, dressed for the blustery weather with the cape draped over my shoulders, and sealed closed, then she’d pulled the deeply-cowled hood/bonnet fully forward to cover my helmeted head completely. I was grateful for the bonnet, but its rigid sides projected so far to the front on each side of my face that they eliminated my peripheral vision completely, as they were intended to do. The final touch came when she clipped a translucent, thin white rubber veil around the front edges of the bonnet, draping it loosely over my face about five cm away so that clear vision was virtually eliminated. It was thin enough for light to pass through, but removed my ability to discern any kind of detail, showing only vague and fuzzy shapes. The veil’s bottom edge was weighted, so it hung down in a flat, featureless panel and being fastened securely on the outer sides of the bonnet, there was no way I could avoid its filmy limitation. It very effectively hid my helmet and obscuring face mask.

And so I stood there, wondering yet again at the awful twist that had happened to the course of my life. No matter what I did or wanted, Jessica now controlled virtually every action and part of my being and I had to live as she decreed, or she would easily, and now apparently quite happily, make damned sure that I did. I heard the rain beating down and looked out with misery through the obscuring veil, then with a shudder, paced carefully out onto the lawn. At once the wind caught the thick, flexible rubber of the cape, causing even its heavy folds to billow and stream around me, making walking and stability even more difficult. The rings slid with reluctance along their wires and my every pace was restricted by both the hobble chain and locked-together thigh cuffs, with the whole arrangement strictly limiting the movements of my legs. The short hobble jerked firmly on my ankle cuffs with every pace I took and this, together with the flapping of the voluminous, weighty cape, made each of my trips along the running leash a terror-filled one. Yesterday, I’d at least been able to see, but today I was nearly blind, and so some 30 minutes later I vaguely saw the indistinct loom of the trees through the translucent veil. I turned and found that I couldn’t even see the shape of the house, then began struggling back towards it, guided only by the warning jerks on my leashes if I strayed too far to one side or the other. It was an exhausting trip, but I knew she was watching me and so made another, this time also without incident or electronic reprimand. Each circuit up and down the wires took nearly an hour and ten minutes.

The day continued in that manner until late afternoon and during it, she only tormented me a couple of times, but each one seared itself into my mind, reminding me that I was her possession in all respects. As the sun began setting she released me, brought me inside, then fed me dinner, allowing me to speak.

“It’s going to be a fun day for us tomorrow, dear!” she exclaimed happily, then described what was going to happen. “We’ll be out of the house at nine and at the salon by ten. It’ll take a few minutes to prepare you, then your piercings will be done, starting with your n*****s. I’ve selected thick-gauged, straight-through bar bells and U shackles, rather than rings, which are difficult to clean because of their curvature.

“Once the cross-bars are mounted, then the shackles will be fitted. I’ve specified that they’re to be of a heavily-sprung stainless steel and so a spreader-type of reverse pliers is needed to separate the arms, then pop them over the protruding ends of the bars. There’s no way you’ll be able to remove them, even if you have your hands available. As a matter of fact, no one else will be able to remove any of the shackles, given the way they’ll be affixed to their cross bars. It’s a compression fit type of mount and effectively the cross bar and shackle become a single piece.

“After that’s done, your septum and nostrils will get pierced and grommeted. Your nostril and septum grommets are specially configured to accept the thick ‘nasallang’ bar so that when it’s inserted you won’t be able to remove it. Pretty soon, it’ll become permanent. You know what a nasallang is, dear, as I have discovered from going through the piercing jewellery image files on your computer, but yours is going to be about half again as thick as the decorative ones you’ve been so interested in and it’ll be mounted deep enough in your nose that you could actually be hung up by it. At any rate, your septum grommet has a set of very fine threads on the interior of the sleeve going through the septum and the nasallang will be inserted, then the threads on its central portion will mate into those of the grommet and be turned-in until there is a very tight fit. As I mentioned, it’ll eventually become permanent when some thread-locking glue is used.

“I’ve been assured that with the new healing agents available now, your n****e and nasal piercings will recover very quickly, and so the grommets can be installed immediately. Your ear lobes will be done after that, with their jewellery being attached in the same way as your n****e’s U shackles.

“Then comes the part that I can hardly wait to see done ... and use!” she said with bubbling enthusiasm. I’d not seen her this excited for months and if it wasn’t me that was the focus of her excitement, I’d have happily encouraged her.

“This piercing salon specializes in tongue piercings, so you’ll soon be equipped with the kind of permanent jewellery I require you to wear. You, my dear have no choice in this at all, because it’s going to happen whether you like it or not!

“Thank you for providing me with the way to make sure you do as you’re told, honey, because, this electrical discipline and training system, in combination with your chastity belt is the perfect solution.

“Anyhow, as I said, the first two holes in your tongue will be made through it right at the very back of your mouth, almost into your throat; one on each side. Those will immediately have a pair of thick gauge posts mounted in them and I think you’ll find them to be quite unpleasant. Next, will come two thicker ones halfway along your tongue, and finally, the one near the tip. All of the posts, once they’re inserted, will be locked-in so that they’ll be non-removable. I’m sure you’ll quite hate how they feel, even before the remainder of your oral jewellery is added.”

I shuddered with terror and gasped at how she had planned this in such detail, hoping that I wasn’t going to look like one of those freaks in the scummier sections of town. She continued relentlessly though.

“Oh! You should know right now that as soon as everything settles down with your tongue piercings, you’re going to be fitted with a speech prevention and restriction covering plate. As you know, that lovely little device is designed to lock tightly onto the posts so that it presses against the upper surface of your tongue, then is fastened there. With it in place, you’ll be completely unable to speak, although you’ll still be able to make noise when you’re not further silenced by a gag pad. As a side benefit it’s also going to pretty well remove your sense of taste and just to ensure that you are always aware of its punitive capabilities, the side that’s in contact with the surface of your tongue has a series of evil little spikes all over it. The tongue plate will be available in two weeks and by then your new collar and its integrated gag will have arrived from Germany. When it does, I’ll change your collar, then take you down to the piercing salon again so that they can apply the plate, then fit you with the gag. Neat arrangement, isn’t it? You may speak, dear.”

“Je-Jessica?” I gasped, in a storm of terror about what she was going to have done to me both tomorrow and within the coming weeks. “I-I hate needles of any kind and so the idea of getting so many of them in such sensitive places freaks me out!”

“Oh, I know that!” she grinned at me, “And that’s what makes this so much fun for me! Your terror and loathing are like a strong drink and I’m going to immensely enjoy watching you freak out when it’s all done to you.”

“I-I hate what the sensations are going to be like,” I gabbled, having suffered through every injection I’d had to take in the past. “And I c-c-can’t imagine being kept gagged all the time the way you’ve described! It’s going to be completely horrible! This whole thing is really beginning to frighten me, Jessica!” I wailed plaintively. “I-I-I don’t want to be made into a speechless toy!! I never expected or wanted things to come to this!”

“Oh, I think you’ll eventually get used to it, Alex, but doing so won’t be a happy time for you, I have no doubt. You’ll wear the full gagging ensemble 24/7 and now that you’ll not have to go into your office ...” she looked speculative for a moment. “I’m going to make that the normal way you’ll be kept. Yes! That’ll work out beautifully!” She stared at me, then with great seriousness, spoke again.

“Dear, for years, I’ve accepted all of your weird kinks and quirks without complaint since we got married and now that I’ve discovered just how much they control you, I’ve taken control of them. I’m enjoying myself a great deal, learning all of the things that you can be subjected to and how you react to them and frankly, you really don’t have a choice in the matter any more, Alex. As to you being rendered speechless ... it’s a very large part of making you completely mine. If you can’t complain, that makes it so much the better! If you’re not wearing a rubber mouth-filling pad on top of the gagging jewellery, you’ll still be capable of making incoherent noises, but that’s all you’ll be able to do. I think it’s a delightful arrangement!”

“I’ll go c-crazy, living like you’re going to make me!” I wailed, jerking my hands despairingly against their fastenings.

“No, you won’t, dear, initially. You soon may wish you could retreat into the escape of insanity because I still intend to make you jump and scream, even if you do. It is not just a ‘want’ on my part, but now a requirement,” she said very emphatically. “It will certainly be a very difficult arrangement and life style for you to get used to, but there are other, follow-on parts of the gagging ensemble that you’ll find are even more restricting. Now, you are not to talk anymore. We’ll go and watch some TV, then I’ll put you to bed.”

Ten minutes later she’d finished fastening me into my so-called lounge chair, but this time there was no stimulation from the chastity belt and I just lay there feeling its more and more unbearable captivity of my genitals, tugging occasionally at my wrist cuffs, even though knowing I couldn’t free myself. Silent tears of frustration and self-pity leaked from the corners of my eyes until eventually bed time came, and with now-practiced movements, she soon had me entombed in the rubber envelope and wearing the oppressive gas mask over my rubber helmet. I felt her pat me on the head, then there was silence. Once more I’d been locked into my cell and waited in terror for the promised discipline to come. Within the hour I was screaming and writhing maniacally while the horrific shocks pulsed and buzzed inside my chastity belt. It was an awful repetition of the night before and I descended into multiple maddened, squirming and screaming fits, until at last I fainted from the sensory overload. The balance of my night was occupied by an awful dream that had now come true.