Well, here we go again, I am finally getting caught up, at least somewhat on what has been happening in my life.
As I left you in the last part, I had been spending every weekend from July 4, 2003 in total servitude, in a wide variety of situations.
It was now one week before Labor Day 2003, as I arrived at work on Monday morning. Nothing unusual seemed to happen, at least until the mail arrived. I received a package by express mail at the office. As Robyn brought it in, she closed the door, and said, "Open it, I want to see what is in it!"
Of course I complied. As I opened the box, I found four items inside. A remote controlled dildo, a chastity belt, a padlock, and a note. The note was unsigned and read:
"Here are some things for you to wear beginning now. Turn the dildo on and place it deep inside you. Then get into your chastity belt and lock it. You will be wearing this until Thursday evening, when you will begin your "Forty Hours to Freedom Marathon".
I wasn't sure what this all meant, but by the look on Robyn's face, I knew she did. So there I am standing there in my office, in front of my administrative assistant, doing exactly as I had been instructed.
After the padlock was in place, Robyn came over, gave me a nice tender kiss, caressed my breast and told me to have a nice week. With that she turned and walked out the door.
I was very uncomfortable, but went about my work, standing at my desk working away. I was walking to lunch with Kris, down Peachtree St., in Atlanta, when suddenly I felt the dildo begin to vibrate deep inside of me. I didn't say a thing, just simply kept walking. After a short time, Kris grabbed my hand and squeezed in gently and asked how I was feeling. I said, a little strange.
Kris responded, "Good, you are going to feel strange a lot this week." With that the dildo stopped its rapid movement.
We were about to order lunch from our server, when the vibrating started again. I am sitting in a nice restaurant, legs crossed in a short skirt getting aroused. The server, an attractive young gal, looked at me and asked if I was feeling alright. I said I was.
She replied, "Good, you suddenly got a strange look on your face and I thought perhaps you were feeling something inside of you." She then smiled.
I knew that she knew what was happening.
Kris placed her order, and I was about to place mine, when my server, said, "Oh, don't worry I already have your order." With that she turned and walked away.
Before long she brought our lunch, mine was a simple little side salad with no dressing and water. When placing it on the table in front of me, the server, whose name I found out was Paula, said, "Here you go Nicki, enjoy it. I know it is not much, but perhaps I can give you something more later." With that she turned and walked away.
The entire week went like that. Never knowing when I would feel the tingling sensation, who I would be with, and what suggestive comments I would hear.
Lisa experienced the same type of Monday and week. We both spent the entire week with dildos deep inside of us being kept in by a locked chastity belt. It was a most unusual week.
Thursday afternoon, about 4:00 PM, things began to change though. Robyn came into my office, and handed me a simple note. It read:
"You are working late tonight, as you are taking tomorrow off." Just keep working away, much more is to follow. Stay and work until you get further instructions."
With that, she said good night, as she had to leave early.
I wondered what was in store for me. I kept working as I was instructed. At about 8:00 PM, I heard the office door open, and some familiar voices, one of which was Robyn's as she called out to me, so as not to startle me.
As she walked into my office alone, I knew many of my questions were about to be answered, Robyn was dressed in a short black leather dress, 5" black heels, and looking as mean as ever. As soon as she saw me, the tingling sensation deep inside of me began again.
She instructed me to immediately get undressed and get into my 7" heels. Not having a lit of choice, I did exactly as instructed. She then told me to stand in front of her. With that she opened a bottle of rubbing alcohol and cleansed my nipples. She then attached a clamp to each nipple, of course they were stinging. She then attached a one pound weight to each nipple and instructed me to have seat at my signing table.
As I sat there the waitress from earlier in the week came in. She was dressed in black leather pants and a nice tank top. She came over to me and jiggled the weights hanging on my tits. You can only imagine the pain.
She then handed Robyn an envelope. Inside the envelope was a simple legal document. The document basically said that if I made it through the next 40 hours without saying the safe word I would be supplied, I would have my freedom and all future servitude would be voluntary. If, on the other hand, I used the safe word I would spend an additional in servitude to the members of this elite group.
As I was reading the document, I once again felt the tingling sensation within me. Paula then handed me a pen, and I affixed my signature to the document.
As soon as I finished signing, Robyn reached over, lifted the weights, and dropped them, sending a maddening pain through me. It was then a parade of 12 different women moved into my office. I recognized them all as being someone who had inflicted pain and humiliation on me over the last year.
Robyn then explained they would share me for the next 36 hours, and if I made that the rest would be easy. She then handed me the key and instructed me to remove the chastity belt and dildo. I willingly complied. The weights were then removed and I was handed a very slinky little black dress, and told to put it on. As soon as it was on, I was lead out to a waiting RV.
I climbed into the RV, I was lead to a bed, were Paula mounted me wearing a giant strap-on. She pounded away for what seemed like an eternity, until we reached out first destination. It was a men's leather bar. On this particular night however, they were doing a demonstration on flogging, and I was going to be their practice toy.
I was stripped naked, except for 7" heels, and tied to a St. Andrews Cross. I was then flogged for about an hour as an audience of both men and women looked on. At the end of the flogging I was untied, and permitted to walk around, completely naked. The other guests were all informed that if they wanted a little practice, they were to use me only. Of course a couple of folks took the opportunity. By 11:30, I was lead back to the RV.
You can imagine the soreness I was feeling. I was then dressed in a pair of VERY tight jeans, and a little halter top. We drove until we reached a lesbian night club. Once inside, I danced almost continually for two hours.
I was then led into a back room and told to drop my jeans. I did as I was told. I then was told to bend over a pool table, and immediately felt the sting of a thin wooden cane on my already very tender ass. As this was going on, I was arousing anyone that wanted me to with my tongue and hands.
Finally, I was told to pull my pants back up and was lead back to the RV. But this time I was in handcuffs, and being lead with a horse bit in my mouth.
We then went to a dungeon and spent another three hours.
This continued all of Thursday night, Friday, and Friday night, until 8:00 AM Saturday morning. Every three hours, I was lead to a different location for a different experience. They varied from eating breakfast at a very common breakfast spot, going out to a fine restaurant on Friday night where I was forced to conduct myself in a very seductive and sexual way with another woman in public, something I had never done before, to being brought to tears with public humiliation by working as a waitress in a gay men's bar and telling them I had undergone a sex change operation, and then orally servicing five different men.
Finally at 8:00 AM Saturday morning, I could see the end in sight. I was lead to a beauty salon I had become familiar with over the pat year. I was then in for the shock that almost caused me to use my safe word.
There was the crew that had worked on me over the past year, and each of them was wearing a strap-on, just for my sampling. For the next three hours I was raped by this crew. I was in such great pain, I could not believe it.
I was then given the keys to my car and told to drive to Kris's house. I drove as I was told and cried the whole way. Upon my arrival at Kris's I was lead into her bedroom and there was the exact same outfit I had on when all of this started a year ago. The little sundress, hat, everything. There was one pleasant difference. There was a simple note that read:
"You have made it, and now you are free. Stick around, we are starting another group at our afternoon party, but you will not be a victim."
I dressed, and went outside where I found both Kris and Lisa. Lisa looked about as bad as me, but she to had won my freedom.
I wish this was the end of my story, but there are a few more major events to tell you about in the next part, and then I will be done.
Nicki