Nanny 4 | free bondage story

Cindy broke out of her thoughts as she heard Jim’s car pull into the garage. She quickly shuffled up the stairs, struggling with the steps and the short chain connecting her ankle cuffs. Despite the lack of serious play, they still maintained a proper Master/slave relationship. During the day, Cindy remained naked and in chains. Heavy metal cuffs, designed to fit her perfectly, were locked to her ankles and wrists, with short chains connecting them. A wide collar remained around her neck. Only the glistening rings in her nipples, clit and septum broke the pattern of her otherwise bare body. The problem wasn’t that Jim didn’t want to dominate her, nor that they didn’t love each other, but rather that Jim loved her too much. After two years of amazing submission to him, his interest in the harsher side of BDSM began to trail off. Now, three years after they had begun their unusual relationship, they rarely played at all. Jim was still just as interested; he just never wanted to hurt Cindy anymore. She both loved him and hated him for that. She made it to the foyer just as she heard the keys sinking into the lock. She dropped to her knees, assuming the proper position for a slave.

     “Hello, slave,” he said.

     “Hello, Master,” she responded with a smile. He stepped to her, stroking her face before stepping away toward the living room. Cindy’s smile turned to a frown.

     After dinner that night, as Cindy knelt beside his chair in the living room, she tried to enjoy his soft, absentminded strokes of her hair as he read a book. As usual, he had allowed her to serve him dinner, then kneeled at his feet to eat scraps of food he would drop on the floor. She enjoyed that time the most, since he would tell her about his day as if she were sitting across from him. When finished, she cleared the dishes as he retired to the living room. She would then report to him, and he would modify her bondage to immobilize her arms behind her, by binding them together at wrist and elbow. She would remain like that until morning. She had made every effort to show her continued interest, and he still enjoyed seeing her as his slave. She knew he enjoyed that, but she also knew she wanted more. Lost in these thoughts, she almost jumped when Jim spoke.

     “Cindy, I realize things have changed for us,” he said, lifting her chin to look into her wide eyes. Just the use of her name shocked her back to reality. “For a long time I’ve struggled with the thought that I can’t give you what you want anymore, but I didn’t want to let you go. I think I’ve come to terms with that.”

     “I love you, Master,” Cindy said, quietly.

     “I love you, too. But I also want you to be happy. Remember when we played that time in my basement, when my parents were gone for a couple weeks?” Cindy did remember it, and though a shiver ran through her body from the intense pain he had inflicted on her, a smile also grew on her lips as the fond memory came back to her.

     “I do, Master,” she said. He turned from her, only to turn back a second later holding a pill in his left hand, and a glass of water in his right.

     “As that takes effect, let me tell you what is going to happen. I’ve sold you to a lady in Germany that specializes in training young women like you in full sexual slavery. I think it’s what you want.” Cindy was in shock.

     “You sold me?! I don’t want to leave you Jim! I love you!” Tears began to well up in her eyes at the thought of never seeing him again.

     “It’s what I believe you want. I can’t give it to you. So either you stay here and become even more unhappy, or this. I chose this for you.” A knock on the door surprised Cindy, and Jim stood to go answer it. Cindy couldn’t care less who was at the door. She had no interest in leaving, even with the promise of more intensity. She didn’t want to be with anyone else, to be dominated by anyone else! She only wanted her Master Jim.

     Turning on her knees, Cindy watched as two men carrying a square case entered. Jim shook their hands and motioned to Cindy. It was only then that she realized these strangers were seeing her not only naked, but bound like a slave. She blushed and tried to hide herself, but a wave of dizziness dampened her efforts. The drug was beginning to take effect. Panic rose in her heart. Once she lost consciousness, she would never see Jim again!

     “Master… Jim. Please. I don’t want to leave you. No matter what it seems I want. I want to be with you!”

     “It’s too late, Cindy. You’ll learn to love your new Mistress like you’ve loved me.” Cindy tried to keep her head up, but she was beginning to lose control.

     “But I don’t even like girls, Jim! I’m not a lesbian. I just want to be with you.” Jim crouched down in front of her, stroking her hair.

     “I guess you don’t have a choice, do you?” And with that she slumped to the ground, the last remaining tears streaking her cheeks.

     Cindy stood behind Lady Jessica, carefully brushing her hair as she did every morning. The process usually took half an hour, though she knew if her Mistress chose to enjoy her services longer she would need to endure. Over the past year, Cindy had been forced to endure many things, but all she could think of was Jim. She learned quickly that her interest in being dominated had required Jim in the equation. Now, though she was experiencing a level of submission and humiliation that she didn’t think possible, the sexual aspect was entirely gone. Not that she had a choice. Even as the thoughts traveled through her mind, she felt one of the sources of her constant torture start again. Between her legs, a small vibrator affixed over her clit began a random pulsing, while inside her pussy and ass, two dildos began to both vibrate and elongate randomly. The result felt like a tongue on her clit, while two men fucked her at the same time. For someone experiencing this for the first time it might be heaven. For Cindy, it had become as unpleasant as nails on a chalkboard. Over the year since she had been sold to Lady Jessica, she had worn the horrible chastity belt now locked onto her. A small sensor built into the thing monitored her heart rate, and when the sensor determined she was on the brink of reaching orgasm, the vibrators were abruptly shut off, leaving her frustrated. Day and night, she was brought to the peak of sexual pleasure, only to be denied the only thing she now craved, other than to be with Jim. Lady Jessica had visited numerous forms of torture on her during her stay, but this alone proved worse than anything she could imagine.

     Cindy struggled to maintain focus as her breath quickened and she felt the flush through her face. For a moment, her knees grew weak, and she nearly stumbled. Her ballet shoes made this event more possible, despite the fact that she had been wearing them constantly, and had ample, painful practice. Like her chastity belt, her ballet shoes were another part of her limited, and quite permanent wardrobe she was required to wear. In addition to her belt, she wore a harsh corset as well, her body adjusting to a number of revisions, until now, with her seventh corset cinched closed on her waist, she was measured at a scant 17 inches. The contrast of her now tiny waist and her breast size was even more exaggerated by Cindy’s ever-increasing bust. After the first few months, when she guessed she had grown from a 38DD to a 38EEE, she was certain Lady Jessica had been feeding her some sort of growth hormone, mixed in with the nightly gruel she ate from a dirty bowl on the floor. Now, as she glanced to her chest, she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. When she was with Jim, she knew she had been graced with a chest that made men drool. Though she enjoyed the attention, she also felt conspicuous when they ventured out to the beach, or when she wanted to wear a tight dress to dinner. Now, it seemed her breasts had nearly doubled in size, their nearly basketball sized orbs projecting from her chest, obscuring her view of her own tortured feet. In the rare times when she was alone, and her arms were not in harsh bondage, she would lift her breasts up, feeling the weight in her own palms, knowing that she had been transformed into a freakish shape. In truth, though the corsets she was forced to wear had always been a painful and constant reminder of her submission, she was certain she would be unable to stand without that type of back support.

     Other than the ballet shoes that locked on at her ankles, she wore only a three-inch wide steel collar, locked seamlessly and permanently on her neck. Her Mistress had installed a thicker nose ring in her septum that dangled down to rest on her upper lip. Jim’s original nipple rings had been replaced with thicker, seamless rings. Her clit ring had become part of the intricate design of her chastity belt. When she was fitted with the horrible device, her clit ring had been fed through a slot in the crotch shield, then welded into position. The vibrating balls then fit on each side of her extended nub, giving them a better contact surface for the torturous stimulation. For weeks after installation, her clit ached from the constant stretch, until the pain had melted into the pantheon of global pain she began to experience on a day-to-day basis.

     Lady Jessica, Cindy came to understand, was a wealthy widow, living in Austria. With no children and no living relatives, and a penchant for the bizarre, she had spent her life surrounding herself with possessions most thought impossible to acquire. Though Cindy was the first American slave, and at the age of 19 the youngest, she was not the first. Four other girls comprised the “staff” of Lady Jessica’s household. The most distressing and humiliating element of her new Mistress was the fact that the entire household spoke another language. Cindy had taken some Spanish in high school, but could not decode the complex language she assumed was German. No attempt was made to educate her, and the one time she had attempted to speak the language, in the form of two words she thought she understood, she had been punished severely for her efforts. The result made Cindy feel even more lonely, and increased her humiliation as her role became clear. She was the lowliest slave, lower than an animal in the eyes of both her Mistress as well as the other slaves.

     Though she lived the lowest status of the house, Lady Jessica took advantage of the status owning a young, American slavegirl brought her. Just two weeks after she had been purchased, Cindy found herself being prepared for a trip. Her wardrobe already limited to corset, chastity belt and collar, her arms were bound behind her at wrist and elbow, with an added strap above her elbows to wrench her shoulders back painfully. Through example, the attractive Asian slave who was preparing her had her lace her fingers together. With wide, rubberized tape, the slave bound her hands into tight balls, removing their use. As added insurance, a thick rubber sack was stretched over her taped hands as well, compressing Cindy’s hands painfully, but reducing the her arms to useless forms. As the slight Asian finished, she jumped at the sound of Cindy’s vibrator’s activating. With curious interest, the girl dropped to her knees, examining how the chastity belt fit Cindy’s form so perfectly, preventing any contact with the length of her crotch. Resting her hand against the front panel, she could feel the clit vibrators pulsing viciously. Cindy gasped in excited frustration. After only the short time she had worn the belt, she found that she could be brought close to orgasm in seconds. But once again, as she began to breathe hard from the multiple stimulations, the device shut off again. Cindy cried out in pain and disappointment. The girl smiled, realizing the torture of Cindy’s predicament, before returning to the preparation.

      A huge rubber ball was forced between her teeth, jamming the foamy object deep into her mouth. Cindy’s jaw began to ache from the pressure, but she could do nothing to stop the slavegirl from strapping it onto her face. Dropping to her knees, the girl added a short, four-inch chain between her built in ankle cuffs, holding her toe shoes close and reducing her stride considerably. Cindy’s hair was laced into a ponytail that was left to dangle down her back.

     A cloak was draped over her shoulders, then buttoned with a single button at top. The hood connected to the cloak was pulled over her head and she was walked to the front door. Waiting there, Lady Jessica was dressed immaculately, in a fashionable wool suit from a Paris designer. She only glanced at Cindy, before clipping a leash to her nose ring. With a tug, she pulled Cindy out of the house. 

     Living in a large house in some bustling city, Lady Jessica chose to walk to her engagement, and though she wore heels as well, they bore no resemblance in comfort to Cindy’s footwear. She had only been wearing the ballet shoes for the two weeks she had been there, and though she had been forced to practice nearly continually, her toes began to scream in pain from the first few steps. The hard cement of the sidewalk was unforgiving, and her toes quickly crushed down into the pointed tips of the shoes. Cindy stumbled, crying out in pain, but Lady Jessica only yanked on her tender nose ring. The sharp tug brought tears to Cindy’s eyes, and she struggled to maintain her balance. The short chain holding her ankles close only allowed for tiny steps, and though Lady Jessica was strolling at a leisurely pace, Cindy was forced to take a number of tiny steps to her Mistress’ single stride. Each step added to the increasing ache in her feet, but she had no choice but to bear it.

     As people passed by, Cindy was thankful for the hood. The cloak covered her bound body, save for a brief flash from time to time as the wind caught the fabric. Other pedestrians did take notice of both her unusual shoe style, as well as the chain that held them together. She could hear whispered comments, but Cindy could not understand a word. As more people passed her and Lady Jessica, she realized that the leash that disappeared into the hood was equally embarrassing, and she was thankful for the coverage her mistress had allowed.