The Chalet 2 | steel bondage story | captain, plug

Dresser attendants Fiona and Sandy led Cadet Maddy to her preassigned dressing station along the wall. Except for the shining white polymer cuffs encircling her wrists behind her back, Maddy wore nothing out of the ordinary. Her cadet arrival clothes could have been worn by any stylish woman going on a date or to a job interview in the 2060's. A sleeveless black latex tunic dress clung tightly to her slender yet shapely torso and hips. Dark pantyhose sheathed her legs with shining lycra and nylon from her short hemline to her size seven leather pumps. Her shoes were a style made popular by Chalet girls, silver colored with slender heels, adding 4 1/2 inches to Maddy's 5 foot, four inch height.

The two dressers gently removed her heels and set them into a locker bearing Maddy's name. Undoing a long zipper under each armpit, they removed her dress and hung it the locker. The brassiere came off next. It was unsnapped in the front and at the shoulder straps. Like all of her clothes, the bra was standard cadet issue, so it came off easily without requiring her arms to be unbound. They eased her pantyhose and white silk panties down her legs and put them in the locker, leaving her entirely naked. Maddy shivered slightly both from the cool temperatures in the room, and with anxiety over what lay ahead. Maddy had no idea what today's assignment would involve beyond what Captain Neesha had called it: a fellatio kiosk. Just the sound of that filled Maddy with excitement, as well as dread. She hoped she would be up to it... then almost laughed at herself, knowing that the men would certainly be "up to it" even if she wasn't!

"Beauty of Merciless Domination - Realless FemDom Art"

This was Maddy's first day to submit to the bondage and sexual tortures that would essentially describe her life for the next three years. She thought back to her orientation classes and Donna, the beautiful blonde lady-captain who taught them. During the previous eight weeks cadets were familiarized with many costumes and procedures, such as the captains' outer garments, and the sticker-suits Maddy's cute dressers wore. But they didn't begin to cover it all. Her instructress made it clear that she would not discuss all the bizarre things that new cadets would be required to wear and do. For even if they did, cadets would still not be prepared to deal with it. Only direct experience could do that. "Suffice it to say, girls," Instructress Donna told them, "That nothing here will be easy for you. You are forewarned that as cadets you will be kept off-balance at all times, and will suffer carefully prescribed levels of discomfort and pain. The things we require your bodies to do are highly unusual and difficult; many would think them impossible. I personally believe the mental aspects of the daily bondages you girls face are even harsher than the physical ordeals. Nevertheless, I assure you that you can and must bear it. It does get somewhat easier as you go, discovering you can withstand greater torments than you ever thought possible. It tends to give a girl confidence that she can survive such things. And that's exactly why we keep throwing new challenges at you. As Chalet girls, you must never become acclimated, never become relaxed or overconfident. You must begin every new assignment uncertain, startled, humiliated and afraid, even as your bodies are used, strained and pushed to their limits. This is what makes you so desireable and gratifying to our customers. They can sense your tension and fear. They can see how difficult it is for you, and their cocks are thrilled by that knowledge. The fact that each of you freely chooses this profession increases their excitement tenfold. Remember this....when the final touches have been placed on your makeup, and the last bond has fastened you irremovably into place, each of you will have the unrelenting face of a goddess, and the unrefusing body of a whore. That is the moment when you truly become a Chalet Girl. The same moment you begin giving a kind of satisfaction unobtainable from any other source."

"Well done, Maddy." Captain Neesha said, awakening the girl from her reverie. She was holding a small scanning device close to Maddy's cheek. She reattached the scanner to her waist cinch and checked off something on her computer notepad. "Your makeup tested a full four-layer thickness in three areas. And five layers on your lips. Nicely done. You get three more good marks for arriving with the approved Chalet face. Are you thirsty dear?"

Maddy realized that her mouth was very dry. "Yes Captain, Ma'am, quite thirsty, thank you."

"Arlo, come here please and give Maddy a drink."

Arleen turned from dispensing drinks to other cadets, and proceeded stiffly to Neesha and Maddy. Arleen was locked into a steel garment that made her torso look rather like Star Wars' C3PO. Metallic components of the suit enclosed her from her shoulders to her knees. Her arms were trapped uselessly behind her, painfully clamped together with steel bands at the wrists and elbows. Her breasts and waistline were severely constricted inside the suit, exaggerating her curves, and giving her a sexy robot-girl silhouette. The suit allowed no movement at all from her thighs, forcing her to take short steps to get across the room. The high heeled boots she wore made walking treacherous, as falling could be a lethal experience without the use of her arms. But she moved confidently, shuffling over to Maddy as if she had been born into the suit. Her head was harnessed in the same leather straps that dresser attendants wore, and her breathing was tormented by the same ponytail-to-neckrope affair. However, as she wore no gag, her flawlessly madeup face was on full display, and she smiled sweetly for her captain as she approached them. Maddy was stunned by the girl's appearance. This suit was something completely new to Maddy.

"Amazing isn't it, Maddy?" Captain Neesha said, "Arleen is wearing something called a refreshment suit. Underneath this smooth steel exterior lies one sophisticated piece of equipment. They manage to store over 3 liters of liquid beverage inside the suit, plus powerful heating and cooling generators." Maddy couldn't imagine where these things were hidden. The thing clung to her like a reflective second skin. "It doesn't look like there is enough room in there for Arleen," Maddy thought, "Let alone all the liquids and devices."

"Hot or cold beverage, Captain, Ma'am?" Arleen asked brightly.

"Hot mocha for me, please, and cold juice for Cadet Maddy." her captain responded. Arleen jerked her chin to the left with a practiced motion, and her mouth caught a heavy disk-shaped earring which dangled from her right earlobe. About the size of a man's wristwatch, the disk had a large red button on each side of it, which Arleen pressed with her teeth. Immediately generators inside the suit came to life, heating up a prescribed amount of a nutritious warm beverage called Chalet mocha. Arleen stretched her neck forward to place her brightly-painted lips around a fixed steel tube that rose vertically from between the breast panels of her suit. The steel straw ended just below her chin level and it was obvious that her neck rope made this stretch a very difficult task. Steam was rising from the tube as she placed her lips to it, and she sucked up a large mouthful of the hot liquid. She carefully lifted her mouth to Captain Neesha, and passed the liquid from her lips to her captain's lips. Neesha drank eagerly, ending the gesture with a sweet lingering kiss. Maddy watched in mute astonishment.

"Mmmm, what a deliciously intimate way to get a drink," said their captain, "You haven't been told this yet but drinking on duty is only permissible when passed from the lips of a refreshment maid. Quite a nice custom, really. Our patrons find it highly erotic, and frankly, so do I. You'll notice that whenever a refreshment maid serves up a hot drink her entire suit gets hot along with the drink. The same holds true when she serves a cold drink, the suit freezes her from neck to kneecaps. Isn't that exciting? But there's more. Look at that device on her right shoulder. See the digital readout?"

"Yes, Captain, Ma'am," said Maddy. She saw a 1-inch diameter round glass crystal where two red LCD numbers shone. The number 56 suddenly dropped to 55. "Is that the suit's temperature, Captain, Ma'am?"

"Oh, dear no," Neesha responded cheerfully, "Her suit temperature is dropping slowly from somewhere around a hundred thirty. If I had ordered a cold drink it would now be rising slowly from about minus twenty. It takes 5 to 6 minutes to equalize at room temperature. This readout shows that Arleen is now in auto-training mode. As such, that number indicates how many sticker-pins are impaling Arlene under her refreshment suit, and punishing her for her mistakes. They are not electrical pins, like the dressers wear. These get blazing hot, or ice cold, along with the surfaces of the suit, and conduct those painful temperatures deep into the maids' bodies as they serve drinks. That number just went down because Arlene caught the activation disk on her first try, took the required amount of liquid from the tube, and avoided spilling any of it. Violating any of those three rules costs her one point. But since she did everything correctly, she dropped a point, and lost one sticker. You'll notice the arrangement of the serving straw requires a maid's utmost concentration. And if she is being freshly stuck due to an errant ear-swing it almost always causes her to choke and dribble, and fall further behind. This is a very intelligent suit. If it sensed all three errors happening, her penalty would have gone up by three points. It would automatically jab her in three new places. As you can see, with a potential three-to-one liability, It's much harder to lose stickers than to gain them. The suit follows a cruel logic rather like a casino's odds, wouldn't you say? Arleen, it's time to say hello to Cadet Maddy. Are you ready for your first cool drink, dear?"

"Yes, Captain, Ma'am," Maddy said, her voice tightening with arousal. She looked at the beautifully charming girl, and the number on her shoulder. Although Maddy couldn't see any evidence of the stickers, it was terribly exciting to know that the girl bore exactly 55 of them somewhere inside her suit. In a curious way it was even more erotic than seeing the sticker-disk lumps under the dressers' suits. She watched Arleen tip her head to the right, swing her left earring deftly into her mouth, and depress its blue buttons with her even white teeth. The maid suddenly shivered as her suit's compressors went to work. Within 6 seconds, her world was colder than a frozen lake. She arched her neck to suck in Maddy's beverage portion thru a freezing cold straw. With chattering teeth, she pressed her cold red lips against Maddy's warm pouting mouth. Arleen injected the liquid as Maddy sucked it in. It was a delicious fruit beverage, similar to a strawberry smoothie, and loaded with vitamins and minerals. As Maddy exhausted the girl's mouth of the drink she felt a chilled tongue enter her mouth. Perhaps it was to show that she had gotten all of it. Or perhaps she was just being friendly. More likely she was just desperate to get warm again. Either way, Arleen's tongue felt and tasted like a delicious frozen strawberry, so Maddy sucked and nibbled on it for a moment, playing with the three barbell piercings the maid's tongue wore. After a long minute of tongue play and lip contact, Arleen's tremors diminished and she slowly pulled her face away, smiling at the fresh new Cadet. Maddy had hovered on the brink of an orgasm throughout her kiss. She couldn't remember a drink ever tasting better.

"Thank you, Arleen, that will be all for now," said Neesha. "But you've earned something extra..." She reached out to a tiny black button beneath the girl's readout, and pressed it twice. The display first dropped to 54, due to her flawless performance, then by two more points, to 52, from her captain's generosity. Arleen emitted a small gasp of pain mixed with relief. "Attitude is everything," their smiling captain said, citing a favorite motto, "And you greeted her as sweetly as ever you could. You may go and serve the others now." Arleen smiled gratefully to her superior and turned away. Maddy saw an identical small button above the readout, with a purpose that needed no explaining. It was an ominous thought that their captain could have done far worse, if the refreshment maid's performance had disappointed her.

"May I ask a question of the Captain, Ma'am? Maddy inquired. Neesha gave a slight nod of assent. "How long has she been inside that contraption, and how much longer must she remain in it?"

"Naturally, you're curious about her, so I think we can accommodate you," answered the captain, looking at her computer pad, and pressing up some data files, "Arleen was dressed in her suit at 3 A.M. this morning. I believe she is on her second refill of beverages. Small ports in back of the suit facilitate the recharging and refilling processes. She is doing very well. This is her sixth day in the refreshment suit, and she is steadily improving her form. After the first day we set maids' suits to auto-train, carrying all sticker-counts forward from day to day. She's gradually worked her number down from a high count of 112 on her third day. The full duration of her refreshment suit duty is classified. Even she's not allowed to know it. But I will tell you that she has more than a month left before her next scheduled reassignment. She's on a fourteen hour per day duty schedule just like yours. It starts four hours earlier than your day does. Just like you, she reports for duty 15 minutes early, or is counted late. She is given one hour of prep, and serves two five-hour duty shifts, separated by a mid-day break of two hours, and another hour of prep. Her day is done at 5 PM, just as yours is up at nine. Like all attendants and cadets it is her option either to go home and rest, or remain here at the Chalet for her rest cycle. If she goes home she can still get eight hours of sleep if she can get there, feed the cat and jump into bed in 30 minutes. Upon rising she'll need to get bathed, made up, dressed, and back to the Chalet in less than 90 minutes. It's difficult to pull off, but as you know it can be done, since your weeks of orientation class were conducted on the same schedule. Oh, yes, her file also says that she's experienced 5 orgasms today, one of them while kissing you."

"What..?" Maddy started to say, but quickly caught herself, "I..uh...I mean, Captain, Ma'am, how is that possible?"

"Classified!" Neesha replied, snapping her notepad shut, "That's enough. The rest you must discover for yourself. We can't give up all of our little secrets, now can we?"

"Your long-awaited Chalet girl experience begins now." Captain Neesha said sharply, "The dressers will get you cleaned and prepped, Maddy. Please squat down over the hatch there on the floor and relieve yourself, front and back." One of the dressers pressed a button on the wall. A one-foot-wide stainless steel port snapped open on the floor. Filled with embarrassment, Maddy squatted down and urinated into the opening. Burning with humiliation she then defecated into it, producing a large odorous bowel movement. Maddy was ashamed of the smell, but the dressers thought nothing of it. They wiped her quickly, gently patting her pussy dry, cleaning her anus thoroughly, and dropping their napkins into the port. They powdered her all over with a sweet perfumed talk. A moment later the port clicked shut and a distant flushing noise was heard.

Looking down, Maddy could see what the attendants were doing to her by the reflections in the stainless steel plates below her. Neesha had not told her to rise, so she remained in her naked squat. She felt them apply a cool antibacterial gel on her pussy and ass. They probed her rectum deeply and pushed lots of the gel inside of her, followed by a six-inch long, by one inch wide soft rubber tube. The gel doubled as a lubricant and the tube was also covered with it, so it slid easily into her backside. She saw that the tube led to a metal object shaped like a small tapered football. It was narrow at the tip, barely bigger than the tube it enclosed, rising to a fat three-inch thickness near the back of it, and tapering sharply down to a one and a half inch thick neck. Behind the slender neck, the device ended abruptly with a wide flat disk. Two short rubber tubes stuck out the back of the oval-shaped disk, one red and one green.

The dressers moved with quickness and precision. One of them pressed the huge plug into her ass and Maddy gasped, feeling the widest portion of it stretching her anus painfully. Then as it settled into position, her sphincter muscle clenched the narrow channel at the back of the slippery thing, innately happy that the inward pressure was halted. But Maddy wasn't happy. Her bowel was very uncomfortably filled, and her anus corked much too tightly. She could feel the cool metal of the flat disk section pressing between her cheeks, preventing any muscle action from pulling the thing further into her. Thank goodness. At first there was a continuous feeling that she was pooping again, but she knew that was impossible. Nothing was going to exit her ass now, least of all the oblong metal plug, without plenty of assistance.

She had barely finished dealing with the shock of this anal intrusion, when she felt the other girl inserting a narrow well-lubricated tube into her urethra. It was a strange foreign sensation, almost painful from the acute sensitivity of that tiny opening. She saw that this tube ended with a device resembling her ass plug, but on a much smaller scale. This plug seemed to be made of rubber rather than steel. Though much smaller than the device packing her ass, it felt huge entering her pisshole. Little by little it began hurting her, and Maddy started panting. She was frightened and in terrible pain. Just as she started to tense up and cry out, the other dresser began squeezing her nipples, reaching around from behind Maddy's back. The nipple massage helped take Maddy's mind off the pain, until the piss-plug was wedged into place holding a rubber disk flat against the top half of Maddy's pussy. The pain instantly subsided, and she noticed that this instrument also had two smaller tubes exiting the disk. One was green and one was red.

"Very good, dear," Said Neesha, "You almost lost 15 marks there, by crying out during your prep. But you held out nicely until your safety plugs were in position. That was very courageous. Your reward is 5 more good marks." Maddy smiled in relief and, blinking the tears from her eyes, she looked gratefully back at the dresser behind her. It was Sandy. The large plug that filled Sandy's mouth made any expression impossible, but she winked sweetly in response to Maddy's silent thanks.

"You are now allowed the option of having a throat relaxer administered prior to your gagging. I highly recommend using this medication during a cadet's first gagging, especially when extended kiosk duty is at hand. A first-time gagging is the only occasion where we offer it. The kiosk gag is unlike anything you have ever seen or heard of, Maddy. It's called the Torture Gag by many who have experienced it."

"Will the medicine impair my performance at the fellatio kiosk, Captain, Ma'am?" Maddy asked.

"Very perceptive question," Neesha answered, "Yes, it helps a girl to withstand the rough onslaught of men who pay huge sums to enjoy a cadet's first agonizing trip to the kiosk. Kiosk virgins, they are called. And no, it won't diminish your cocksucking abilities. It actually improves them a bit. It contains a stimulant that reduces your fainting reflex for up to eight hours, and heightens sensation throughout your pleasure centers. And most importantly, its throat numbing effect helps you to manage the strangling panics that the Torture Gag imposes, not to mention what the parade of cocks will do to you later."

"Thank you, Captain Ma'am. I would like to give it a try," Maddy said bravely.