Secret Fantasies Fulfilled & Then Some

Chapter Three-2

“I see that it works well!” she said with a grin, “and that one was only at the lowest level. What would you do if the shocks become stronger?”

“I-I don’t know, dear,” I said honestly, twisting around in my chair.

“How high up have you turned this control?”

“I got as far as Level Three, but for only a very brief time because it was too painful,” I admitted.

“Oh, OK. So there’s a lot of latitude left to play with yet. Excellent!”

“Yyooo-ouuchh!!” I yelled, jumping out of my chair, my hands clawing desperately into the fabric of my thick, floor length skirt and under-laying petticoats, trying to get at the steel covering that armoured my crotch. “Ooooouuu!!! Ooohhhoouucchh, GGgoddd! Please, Jessica?” I gabbled, writhing and dancing dementedly while the awful shocks continued.

Out of my sight, her finger had pressed the buttons of the remote, bringing it to Level Two, then held down the one that activated the shocker.

“My, but that’s effective!” She smiled happily, watching my frantic efforts to escape the stronger e-stim. “I wonder what kind of reaction the higher levels will get. Let’s try Level Three, OK?”

“P-p-please, dear? Please, don’t!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby!” She grinned at me, an evil glint in her eyes.

I stood trembling before her and watched her fingers fearfully while she touched the Level Control button, then her index finger hovered over the Command one. It stabbed down and I felt my maleness shudder and catch fire within its rubber prison under the steel! I howled wordlessly while her finger kept the button depressed, then fell to my knees in front of her, digging frantically at my armoured crotch.

“Please-please-please, JJJeeessssiiccccaaaa!” I howled, tearing at my clothing and nearly in tears from the unrelenting, painful, pulsing sensations, falling onto my side with my legs thrashing and kicking wildly.

At last her finger rose from the button and I remained collapsed on the floor in front of her, curled into a foetal ball and gasping as though I’d just run the 100 metre dash. All I could feel through the layers of fabric and the steel of my chastity belt was that inside, my flesh continued to sizzle from the residual sensations of being mercilessly electrified.

“Most interesting and obviously a very effective way to get your attention and to control you.” She smiled down at me. “Now, get back into your chair, dear.”

Another brief flash of Level One stimulation reinforced her command and a moment later I sat watching her fearfully with the sudden realization that I may have unleashed a monster. There was no more ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. When she spoke now, it was in a tone of command and I had to obey her quickly or suffer immediately.

“OK, Alex. That was just the first experiment for me and a lesson for you. From now on when I want you to do something, you’ll get a long burst ... like this.”

Again the Level One shocks pulsed through my captive maleness and I writhed frantically in the chair, trying to escape them. Impossible.

“The Level Two shocks or higher values will be used if you’re slow to obey and in the future I’ll have other signals that I plan to use, but those will be revealed in a day or two. I’ve had a good look through the various pieces of restraint gear you’ve acquired over the years, my dear, and from now on, you’re going to be wearing a lot of it. As a matter of fact, you’ll be locked into pretty well all of it, whether you want to wear the stuff or not.”

“Th-this has been a very quick transformation, Jessica,” I said with rapidly growing worry. “What will you want me to wear?”

“Well, for starters, you’re going to wear all of those beautiful Axsmar cuffs and the collar all the time from now on, and I mean 24/7/365.”

“But-but ...” I stammered, shocked at how much she had changed in the space of only a few days.

“Oh, not to worry, dear!” she smiled happily. “If you’re allowed to wear male clothing, socks will hide the ankle cuffs and high-necked, bulky, long-sleeved sweaters will cover your wrist and above-the-elbow cuffs. Pants will hide the below the knee and thigh cuffs and their gartering chains to your chastity belt, and the turtle neck will also conceal your collar’s front and back collar leash chains which you’ll always wear too, but that isn’t going to be an issue either, as I see it.”

I was even more terrified when she’d finished speaking. Certainly I’d played with all of my Axsmar equipment and enjoyed it thoroughly, but now I was going to have to wear it all the time, and she would have the keys!

“OK, now go down to the playroom and get all the Axsmar stuff, then bring it up here, together with all of those beautifully polished little locks, all of their keys, and those light chain sets you’ve created.”

Dumfounded, I stared at her for only a second before feeling a burst of the Level One shocks. For some reason, her words had not really sounded like a command, but that’s certainly what they were, made plain in seconds when a long, Level Two shock made me jump from the chair with a yelp and run down to the playroom to gather all of the things she’d called for. I heard her voice again.

“Hurry up! You don’t want me to have to punish you, do you?”

No! I didn’t want her to use the remote control again, but another skein of shocks flared under my belt and I nearly ran into the living room and deposited all the equipment on the floor in front of her, then stood waiting anxiously.

“Now, remove your clothing and put on all of the restraints.”

Silently, I undressed completely other than the chastity belt then for a moment stood there wearing it only, looking at her and with my fingers gently questing at the edges next to my skin. Inside it, the rings continued to squeeze unmercifully and I was nearly mad from the sensation, wanting desperately to remove them and the intrusive catheter that transfixed my p***s. She watched me closely then spoke again; her fingers hovering over the remote control.

“Having to wear the chastity belt and being unable to escape it is driving you crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y-y-yes, dear.” I gasped, twisting miserably when she released a short, tingling burst of Level Two shocks. “Oh, please, Jessica! Please don’t do that?”

“But honey,” she smiled saying, “it makes you twitch and plead so prettily! Besides, I love seeing you writhing and desperate to escape, but you won’t and now you can’t, you know?

“P-p-please, dear?” I sank to my knees in front of her, and begged unashamedly, “I-I-I have to get out of this thing! The strangulation of the rings is driving me crazy and the catheter tube is awful to feel inserted all the time. Please allow me to remove them or I’m going to go totally loopy!”

“Alex?” she looked at me with a hardened expression. “No! You’re going to continue wearing that arrangement until I decide if some different and perhaps more punitive type is needed ... and it probably will be. Now, enough. Put on your restraints and no more crap about being released. Do you understand?” She made her point very plain when her finger stabbed the remote again and a long burst of Level Two pulses curdled my rampant, blood-infused and super sensitive, imprisoned p***s.

“Aaaarrrr! Oohhhh pppllleeeaaassseee-please-please!!!” I howled, curling into a foetal ball again; my fingers clawing desperately at the immutable, shiny surface of my Latowski chastity belt. Her finger came off the button and I stared up at her unsmiling face. “OK! I-I-I’ll put on the restraints! Please don’t use the control!!?”

“OK. Get to it, Alex. If you slow down or I detect that any of the restraints is not properly locked, you’ll be sorry.”

It took me about 10 minutes to get it all fitted and while I put on the restraints, she spent the time selecting various lengths of chain and putting them off to the side, then looked up at me when I was finished; the snug, wide collar having been the last piece I locked on.

“Very good, and very pretty too!” she exclaimed with a smile when I’d finished. “Are these all the keys for the locks and Axsmar equipment?”

“Y-yes, dear,” I stammered. “There are no others hidden around the house.”

“Excellent, but if I find that you’ve fibbed to me about that, Alex, there’ll be Hell to pay, OK? Now come over here and stand in front of me. I want to make sure you’re fully-controlled, over and above the chastity belt.”

I moved to stand before her and she reached down to the inner rings of my ankle cuffs, then joined them with a paltry, 25 cm long length of chain. From there, her hands moved up to my thigh cuffs and with one lock, joined their inner rings to each other, doubly hobbling me. For the moment she left my below-the-knee cuffs unconnected, but I was vastly conscious of them, for every time my legs moved, the calf muscles surged against their rigid confinement and too, they and the thigh cuffs were kept at the proper height by the gartering chains to the hip restraint rings.

“Turn and put your hands behind you, palms outwards, then stay that way.”

When I did, she stood and locked one of the longer lengths of chain to the rear leash ring of my collar, leaving its end to swing back and forth at the level of my buttocks for a moment, then a second lock connected the end link to the D ring on the back shield of the chastity belt, preventing me from bending over. Jessica added a second chain of the same length to the collar’s back ring, leaving it to also swing freely with one of the locks passed through its last link, then took other, shorter chains and locked them to the hip rings. Two more sets were locked to both the front and back shield’s D rings.

“Hold still. This is going to become uncomfortable, but you’d better submit, or else.”

She passed a strap around my arms, just below my elbows, and quickly tightened it, pulling them close together. Another lock joined the inner rings of my above-the-elbow cuffs, also connected to the vertical chain from my collar to the chastity belt, and a second later another of the locks was used to fasten the rings of my wrist cuffs to each other so that my palms remained facing out. This lock was also fastened to the back chain, making me her totally helpless captive.

“There! Now you’re almost the way I want you.” She smiled, taking the free end of the dangling front leash. “OK, come along with me to the garage. I’ve got some work to do upstairs, before you’re put to bed.”

Jessica had always been handy with tools and I wondered what she was intending to do up there, but then the leash pulled and I followed her in snubbed steps, down to the garage. She brought along more of the light chain and locks, then once we were in the empty space (both of our cars were parked outside), drew me to the central steel support post and immediately passed my back-of-the-collar leash around it three times, then locked it to itself. Moving to my waist, she took the chains from the hip rings of the belt and wrapped them around the post pulling me tight against it, then locked them to each other. She wasn’t done yet though, and a moment later had locked another of the chains to the central link of my hobble after passing its free end around the base of the post then locked it too! She stood and looked at me with a happy smile.

“OK! How do you like that arrangement?”

“It-it’s pretty confining!” I gasped, feeling myself stiffen in useless, frustrated arousal inside the chastity belt when I tugged against the chains.

“Oops! I must get the last piece for your confinement. Back in a minute!”

She hurried out the door and was gone for nearly five minutes before returning with the part of my gear I’d always been hesitant about when playing with it ... my Top-to-Bottom, leather Isolation and Discipline Helmet, complete with its built-in gag, blinder panel and heavily-padded ear coverings.

“I-I really d-don’t want to wear it, p-please, Jessica?” I begged, pulling uselessly at my restraints while I stood leashed to the steel post.

“Oh really,” she said approaching with it held loosely in her hand, smiling even more broadly. “I thought you loved bondage of all sorts?”

“Y-yes, but ...”

“No buts anymore, dear!” she stated flatly. “I’m the one controlling your life now, not you. Open your mouth real wide and let’s get you into the helmet. If you resist, remember that I’ve not yet used any of the stronger disciplinary shock levels, OK?”