Nanny 5 | free bondage story

Arriving at a doorway, Lady Jessica led Cindy into the building. Cindy could tell this was an exclusive restaurant. As her Mistress shed her coat, she peered around the wood lined foyer, barely noticing as her Mistress moved behind her. With a quick flick of the front button, Cindy’s cloak slid off her harshly bound shoulders. A flush of embarassment crossed her face as she stood nearly naked, her bound, modified and tortured form visible to anybody. She felt a whine grow in her throat as her Mistress handed the coats off to an astonished coat check girl, before grabbing Cindy’s leash and pulling her by the nose ring further into the restaurant.

The inner dining room was only half full of patrons. As Lady Jessica led her slave through the tables, Cindy assumed that the club they were in was part of the BDSM underground that her Mistress was active in. Though embarassing, she figured that no one would take much notice, most likely quite familiar with the lifestyle. Instead, as they approached a table, an older man stood. Lady Jessica stopped, politely greeting the gentleman, then nodding to his younger female companion. Cindy glanced over to her, seeing wide eyed surprise and shock at the sight. A new wave of humiliation crossed Cindy’s face. The young lady, perhaps 25 herself, was dressed in an expensive, full length business suit, her hair perfectly positioned on top her head, with matching diamond jewelry sparkling despite the dim light. Cindy could do nothing but lower her eyes away from the beautiful girl’s amazed expression.

As she stood patiently, her vibrators activated again. With the nearly constant stimulation, Cindy was being kept within seconds of an orgasm. Now, the terror she felt at being exposed as a slave seemed to heighten the pain of this new stimulation. Her eyes closed, squinting from the effect the belt had on her. Opening her eyes again, she was surprised to see the young girl standing close, examining her. Lady Jessica, though unintelligible to Cindy, was clearly encouraging the girl to look closer. Even Cindy, in her ignorance, could tell what was happening. The girl asked about the collar, noting the seamless, permanent nature of it, before examing Cindy’s nipple rings, then the size of her breasts. With further encouragement, she placed her small hands on Cindy’s constricted waist, amazed at how small it was. Crouching down, she examined the chastity belt, asking about the sound. Her jaw dropped at the mention of constant stimulation with no release, her eyes full of pity as she rose again.

Through tear filled eyes, Cindy watched the gentlemen offer his card to Lady Jessica, who took it with a smile. A final tug on Cindy’s nose ring, pulled her away from the still shocked young girl. Almost mercifully, the vibrators shut off, leaving Cindy to her misery.

The luncheon had gone on for what Cindy guessed was almost three hours. The cool afternoon air had caused goosebumps on her skin, and her pierced nipples were elongated from the cold. She had remained on her knees for the duration, staring at the cloud mottled sky above her. After introductions, and a similar examination of Cindy by her Mistress’ friends, she was pulled to her knees, then her ponytail had been laced through her elbow strap. With a sharp tug, Lady Jessica had pulled her head back severely, before binding it into place. The unrelenting collar bit viciously into her neck, but no attention was paid to her pain. Instead, her gag was removed, and rubber blocks were fit deep into her mouth, wedged between her top and bottom teeth on either side. The result was to hold her mouth open wide. Cindy had no idea why, until the ladies began to smoke. The first flick of ash struck her tongue with a shock, burning embers rolling down to burn the back of her throat. Moaning, she swirled the ash around quickly, extinguishing them. After the first hour, she realized that she would need to swallow the ashes to provide room. With her mouth so severely stretched, she had trouble finding the ability to swallow, but soon managed it. Tears filled her eyes to the brim as she felt more ash fall inside.

After three hours of this, she thought perhaps the day was nearly over. She could feel the streams of tears drying on her cheeks. Despite her crying, she had been ignored, except when her chastity belt turned on and off. The ladies seemed fascinated by her plight, stopping their conversation when the belt activated, then watching Cindy clearly grow excited and near orgasm, only to be denied as the belt shut off. Through the three-hour lunch, her belt had completed this process 45 times, much to the pleasure of the women. Lady Jessica was clearly congratulated on her devious invention, and how it was applied to this young, American slave.

After two years of slavery to Lady Jessica, Cindy’s life took on some semblance of nightmarish normalcy. The evening consisted of sexual servitude to the house staff. Before Cindy had been sold by Jim, she had never entertained the idea of a sexual experience with another girl. She had always been truly heterosexual, and considered the thought of pleasuring another woman repulsive. Lady Jessica had no concern for Cindy’s opinion on the matter. Through heavy punishment, Cindy quickly learned she had no choice. Each night, she was led into the dungeon, were each slave would come to visit, presenting their own hairless, pierced pussies and asses for her tongue. Though she had come to accept that tonguing another girl was no longer disgusting to her, she hated the process. Every slave knew that though Cindy was required to bring each of them to orgasm at night, she herself could never achieve orgasm. The irony was worse torture than any whipping, and Cindy prayed she could escape her nightly task.

Once finished, she was taken to her cell, a six foot by six foot stone room set in the back of the massive dungeon. Inside, a bowl of her nightly gruel was dropped on the floor, and despite the taste, Cindy consumed it ravenously. She was fed only a bowl of the milky, sticky substance in the morning and at night. During the day, she was rarely given any food. She found herself hoping to be assigned to tongue cleaning the floors in the kitchen, if only to find a morsel of food dropped behind a chair, or to lick up spilled grease from the stove. Only on rare occasions were her arms unbound, and it seemed that as time passed, she was allowed less and less use of them. After months and months with her elbows touching, she had become quite able to hold it for weeks.

After she finished her gruel, one of the slaves would install her into the box. Custom made for her, it measured a scant three feet long, two and a half feet wide and two feet tall, the size she folded up to when bound into a strict hogtie. Each night, she lay down in the frame work, on the base plate, her corsetted waist fitting into half a steel band, followed by the other half, which was wrenched down with bolts on either side. Despite the heavy corsetting, the band still increased the pressure on her already constricted waist. Just above her knees, her thighs fit into similar steel half loops, which were combined with a top half, then bolted into place. Each loop both held her legs rigid to the bottom of the box, while locking them apart as well. Cindy could feel as the other slave screwed small bolts into the end of her ballet shoes. Each bolt had a ring in the end, which were quickly put to use The attending slave combined a leather strap with Cindy’s long blonde hair, lacing both into a tight ponytail. The strap was then fed through the left then right rings at the end of the painful shoes, and pulled. Placing her arm under Cindy’s shoulders, the slave pushed Cindy’s body up, bending her back and lifting her upper body, while continuing to pull the strap tight. Cindy could do nothing to stop the girl, and once the strap was laced on tight, Cindy moaned in pain. Her body was now bent back into a U shape, her shoulders off the floor. At the same time, her already punished feet were being stretched taught, increasing the speed and severity of the cramps in her calves. But the pain in both her neck and calves was nothing compared to the building ache in her back.

Moving to her neck, the slave attached the front ring on her collar to a mounted ring in the base. Using a wrench, she began to shorten the steel band, forcing her body back down. Though some of the pressure was released from her back, the intense balance of the combined strain brought immediate tears to her eyes. Her arms were then untied, releasing her extreme elbow bondage and leaving her limbs limp from lack of use. Cindy would have liked to enjoy the moment were she could still use her arms, but she rarely was given the opportunity. Her wrist cuffs were quickly joined with a swivel bar, holding them just an inch apart. A cable was quickly fed through a ring at the back of her collar, then mounted to the middle of the swivel bar. The opposite end of the cable attached to a small winch connected to the framework making up the top of the box. Though Lady Jessica enjoyed keeping Cindy’s arms bound, Cindy knew that she wasn’t pleased with the method with which they were kept. For two years, each night while she suffered in the box, the small winch slowly and merciliously pulled her wrists higher and higher up her back. After the many nights of training, Cindy’s wrists nearly met the back of her collar. The process was still painful, but less so than when she began the training. She knew that after only a short period of further training, her arms would be kept bound in the reverse prayer position. The slave rolled the winch until Cindy’s hands were halfway up her back, then turned on the automatic timer, which would pull them further up over the next hour, and hold them in the intense position for the duration of her “night”.

The slave finished by attaching tubes to the base of Cindy’s chastity belt. The dildos in her ass and pussy were both hollow inside, with a mesh of holes along their length. The tubes would automatically cleanse her throughout the night, giving her a series of enemas and douches even while the vibrators kept her close to orgasm.

Finally, a lower face mask was brought close. Projecting from a large padded gag , a stomach tube was carefully pressed down her throat, and Cindy was forced to swallow it, feeling it reach down to her stomach, while the gag pad slipped into her mouth, filling it completely. Tubes for her nostrils fit in deep, insuring her ability to breath, then the mask was strapped onto her face.

Leaving her now, Cindy could only watch as the side panels were slid into place, so close they touched her shoulders and knees. The end plates fit next, and then the top, and Cindy was plunged into darkness. . She had been shown the view from outside when she had first arrived, seeing how the slave who now attended her had been kept in the box each night just like she was now. Once the panels were slide into place, long bolts were fed through the seams, then bolted into place. With an electric winch, the box was lifted, then lowered into a form fitting hole in the ground. The box came to rest ten feet below ground, and the winch retracted. A foot thick slab was then lowered to fit snug in the opening. The result was a nearly seamless floor in the empty cell, with no sign that a severely bound and isolated girl rest below the feet.

With no vision, nor sound, Cindy was forced to focus on the growing pain in her back and arms. Without mercy, her vibrators would turn on, and her body would betray her as she panted through the small breathing tubes fed up her nose. With nightfall, and her confinement in the tiny box, the torment between her legs seemed to increase in intensity. She was sure it was a result of the lack of other stimulus, but this realization never made it less painful. As the vibrators brought her close to orgasm, then with enduring cruelty shut off, Cindy cried openly, knowing that in only moments, the vibrators would begin again. Even as she thought this, the fear and humiliation she felt lowered her heart rate enough to activate the device again, and she was brought back to the brink. It only took a handful of seconds to bring her close again, and thus shut off once more. The cycle was endless, she knew, and her thoughts were answered as the pulsing began again. The stimulation was no longer pleasurable, nor had it been since the first few days of constant stimulation. Now, despite her body’s response, the vibration on her clit felt more like sandpaper harshly applied to her sensitive nub, while the pulsing in her ass and pussy only added to her sense that she lost complete control of her life. No matter how she tried to convince herself that the device no longer merited a sexual response, her own nerves defied her, bringing her once again to the brink of release, only to stop short, again.

Though Cindy estimated she had been owned by Lady Jessica for almost two years now, she knew it could easily be much longer. During the day, she often saw signs that time may have passed without her knowledge. She began to feel certain that the feeding tube down her throat was both for food as well as a way to feed her consciousness altering drugs. Even her limited knowledge of physiology told her that no one could suffer extended enclosure in a heavy leather corset, nor the chastity belt, without some relief. Cindy began to see signs that perhaps a night for her was not just a single night to the world. At times she would catch sight of things that implied time had passed without her. The length of her mistress’ finger nails jumping from a quarter inch to a half inch, another slave’s hair length, perhaps other things. She knew then that she had been kept unconscious for days extra. She had no way to prove this, nor any desire to. She only knew that her Mistress had removed Cindy’s ability to experience anything but the constant torment she had prescribed for her, regardless of health.