Next Meeting – The Contract – Part 3
Before I conclude this meeting, I must tell you kind readers that Mistress Cindy has been a bit upset with me on many levels. First, In particular, that I have been so slow on this blog. I will face some unknown consequence(s) if I do not step it up in the next few weeks so expect several updates – guaranteed. Second, Mistress Cindy has decided that she will be greatly expanding my sissification in 2015. She feels that she has been too lenient with me, and she intends to seriously expand my training. Anyone that follows her on Fetlife https://fetlife.com/users/815414 will realize how serious she is, and she started right from the first stroke of midnight. Not sure if Mistress Cindy will want to weigh in any further here.
Now to continue.
After Mistress Cindy felt I had stewed enough, she released me from the latex catsuit and sent me to the shower. The hot water felt good on my shriveled skin. When I emerged from my shower, my new uniform had been laid out. Sumptuous pantyhose, 5 inch heels, a white blouse and a latex hobble skirt. When fully zipped down, the hobble limits my progress to about 4 inch steps. Especially in the 5” heels.
I dressed and headed downstairs. There Mistress Cindy attached wrist cuffs and a collar. Next she attached chains from one wrist through my collar to the other wrist and locked the collar. This gave her the option to limit the distance my hands could travel whenever she wanted. I was then sent off to prepare dinner. She tied the chains so I could only use my hands to chest level, so it was a bit harder to prepare the meal, along with the hobble.
After finishing our meal and a nice bottle of wine, I was required to clean up while Mistress Cindy went to make some preparations. Finally she called me over. She told me to strip down to my Access Denied Chastity belt. Then she had me sit down while she attached ankle cuffs to each ankle. She had me stand and place my arms behind my back. Then she drew my leather armbinder up my arms until the hands were snug in the pocket. She quickly strapped them in as she worked to lace-up the armbinder. Then straps were drawn over my shoulders and chest to hold it firm so it wouldn't slide.
Next she had me move my legs apart so that she could install and lock a spreader bar between my ankles. Despite the stress already, Mistress Cindy was not done. To the D-ring at the end of the armbinder she attached and secured the end of a clothesline. Now we had selected this location because there was a cross beam in the house. This allowed her to toss the rope over the cross beam, back through the D-Ring and place me in as strict a strappado as she desired. Eventually she tied it off, grabbed her glass of wine and sat down to relax and watch some television.
Finally, when she thought I had suffered enough, she released the strappado, the armbinder and spreader bar. By now it was time for bed. We went upstairs and she secured a leather, lockable hood that had only two small nose holes onto my head. Then she began wrapping me in plastic wrap to mummify me. Once that was done she placed some towels between my knees and ankles to prevent bones rubbing together. Then she slipped under the warm covers and left me in sensory deprivation getting my warmth from the plastic wrap.
This is how I came to be owned by Mistress Cindy.
As I mentioned, expect a lot more content in the coming days and weeks so check back frequently.
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