Bondage / BDSM

Diane – Part 10 – Slave Training: Sitting it Out

""You really should be getting your training in how to move in high heels - real high heels, not those 3" jokes you used to wear before your lifestyle change", Mistress Electra told Diane, her irritation very obvious."

“You really should be getting your training in how to move in heels – heels, not those 3″ jokes you used to wear before your lifestyle change”, Mistress Electra told Diane, her irritation very obvious. “Slaves never wear anything under 5″. But if you insist on dogging it because your feet are a little sore, well, there are lots of things a slave needs to become acquainted with for which you don’t need to stand”.

Diane was presently becoming very well acquainted with a variety of punishment chair. It was metal, and it’s seat, back, and arms were densely studded with steel spikes which were sharp enough to be extremely uncomfortable but not sharp enough to puncture the skin. Straps were stretched tightly across Diane’s wrists, calves, thighs, waist, and around her arms and abdomen just below the breasts, holding her firmly in the chair and pressing the spikes into her naked body. Her hands were between two metal plates which were pressed together so she couldn’t lift a finger. Usually the subject’s bare feet would be resting on either the sharpest spikes or an electrified metal plate, but today a tub of ice had been substituted, which was more therapeutic but only slightly less uncomfortable.

“Cold, slave ? I guess keeping your feet in that bucket of ice does make you uncomfortable. I know just how to warm you up”. With that the trainer shoveled coals from a brazier kept constantly stoked into a tray and slid the tray under the seat of the chair. Diane reflexively tried to bolt but the straps held her firmly in place and her squirming against the spikes only increased her pain. She quickly realized that remaining still was the best option she had and restrained the overpowering urge to try to escape the heat.

“Very good restraint, slave”, the trainer said as she removed the tray of coals. “And I do so appreciate restraint. But we still need some way to compensate for the ice so that, on average, you’ll have a comfortable body temperature”. With that she raised a headrest and locked it into place, then grabbed Diane’s hair and pulled the blonde head back against the headrest so she could fasten a wide padded collar around Diane’s neck. She then dropped a leather harness over Diane’s face, a plug into Diane’s mouth, and began turning several screws, tightening the harness so that the slave’s head was held securely in place. The trainer would periodically stop turning the screws to slap Diane’s face; when Diane’s head didn’t move in response to the blow she knew the head was securely in place. Clamps were then attached to Diane’s eyelids, preventing her eyes from closing. Attached to the clamps were thin plastic tubes from which a saline solution dripped onto Diane’s eyeballs at automated intervals.

“I’m so glad you realized that as painful as it was to be still it would hurt more to move, and very pleased that you had the to hold still. It seems that at last you’ve begun to see the light”, the trainer said as she rolled a new piece of equipment behind the chair. A semicircle of five lights was lowered into place directly in front of Diane, and then the world became a sea of blinding white light as the bright, hot lamps were activated. Diane tried to turn her head and close her eyes, but neither the harness nor the clamps had any give in them and there was no escape from the burning light.

“This should keep your head very nearly as hot as your feet are cold. Of course, it may not help your vision much, but a slave doesn’t need her eyes for much; if you should be blinded it will save us the trouble of blindfolding you.” With that the mistress left the room, or so it seemed to Diane from the receding click of her spiked heels; though the punishment chair faced the doors, Diane could see nothing but a wall of white light. The light had hurt from the first and the pain got steadily worse. Though Diane had been reasonably confident that they weren’t going to let her burn ( today ), she had no confidence that they wouldn’t blind her, the fear making the pain unbearable, and found herself madly stuggling with her bonds despite the knowledge that it was futile and would only increase her pain.

How long this went on was impossible to say, the world of light and pain she now occupied was one where time and space seemed to be suspended, one empty of everything but Diane and endless agony. With the flood of bright light and her own sweat pouring into her eyes she had no way of knowing if her eyes were damaged, but it seemed incredible that anything could hurt so much without suffering damage. Had the mouthpiece allowed any sound to pass her lips, she would have been screaming.

She must have passed out, for the next thing she was aware of was an acrid stench from some object pressed against her nose. Though she was still staring into the lights and could see nothing, she guessed correctly that someone was holding a vial to her nose to revive her. “Seen enough ?”, her trainer inquired as she removed the harness and clamps. “I hope you’re not afraid of the dark”, she said as she fit a black leather hood over Diane’s glistening head. Diane’s eyes still ached even in the complete darkness of the hood. She was already drenched in perspiration and it was even hotter inside the hood, hotter and closer and the tight hood kept all her perspiration in and Diane soon found it hard to breath and the pain in her eyes and the pain from the metal spikes pressing into her were forgotten in a desperate effort to draw breaths, each of which was shorter than the previous, her mouth wide as she sucked for air, the walls of the hood filling her mouth and her perspiration clogging her nostrils until she joined the darkness.

She was awakened by a bucket of cold water to the face. While she gasped for air the mistress easily shoved the plug back in her mouth reapplied the harness. She knew what the settings were to hold Diane’s head motionless, but slapped Diane a couple times anyway.

“I just can’t seem to keep you awake, slave”, the trainer said. “I’ll have to try harder to keep from boring you. Since it seems I’m not a sufficiently electrifying instructor to keep your attention, I’ll need some assistance.” She glanced at Diane’s flushed face.

“You know, I think purple’s a good color for you”, she said, and seized Diane’s nose and held it closed. Had Diane not been immobilized her panic would have caused her to resist despite the dire consequences, but as she couldn’t move all the trainer observed was her blue ( though currently somewhat reddened ) eyes bulging and her face darkening.

“That’s not quite the shade”, the trainer said, laughing, as she continued to hold Diane’s nose shut, “but we’re getting there”. She took a clamp and placed in on Diane’s nose as she went for a camera, tossing a comment over her shoulder as she went: “Don’t go away”. She returned with the camera and took several shots of the asphyxiating slave, removing the clamp just before Diane would have passed out and continuing to photograph the many shades of her face as she slowly returned to her normal pale coloration, the process protracted by the gag which the mistress elected to leave in place.

When Diane had nearly returned to normal, the mistress resumed her previous subject. “Since you find the training so boring that you keep falling asleep on me, I’ll have to put a charge into the lesson”, she said as she took a remote and pressed a switch, sending a painful electric shock through the metal plates within which Diane’s hands were pressed, keeping the switch pressed down as gurgling sounds escaped from Diane’s throat while she squirmed in the punishment chair, one small bit of mercy being the way she began to sweat all over, slightly, but just slightly, lubricating. the spikes across which Diane’s soft flesh was squirming.

“Wasn’t that thrilling ?”, the mistress inquired, when at last she released the switch. Diane was dazed and barely heard her.

“Oh, my, I still don’t have your attention. We need something more entertaining for you. That’s the problem with slaves today, such short attention spans”. Diane was coming around while the mistress attached two long flexible arms to the back of the chair and bent the arms so their ends were just in front of Diane’s nipples.

“Anybody home ?”, the mistress said as she tapped Diane’s face. “I don’t want you to sleep through this”. She pressed on the end of one of the arms, causing it to open wider, then put it over Diane’s left nipple and released her grip, causing it to close with surprising force on the slave’s nipple. The process was repeated with the right nipple. The mistress waited a bit, letting Diane feel the pain of the tight clamps on her sensitive nipples before moving to the next lesson.

“You may think the clamps above and below your nips hurt, but the twin electrodes on either side of them should make you forget all about the pressure. With a configuration like this, the current runs back and forth between the electrodes and over the nipple between them, so there’s little chance of you dying, much less than there would be if I just taped a wire to your tit. As for how much it’s going to hurt, well, I don’t think words can describe it, it’s something you’ve got to experience for yourself. And you will”, she said as should pressed another button, sending a charge through the arms that made Diane’s breasts bounce and made her whole body tremble in the rigid bonds as she tried to scream through the gag. Now the salty fluid causing Diane’s body to glisten was creating a better conductor and causing more pain than it was alleviating. Though Diane had never moved, it definitely seemed that she slumped back into the chair when the current was switched off.

“Wasn’t that fun ? I certainly enjoyed it. But I’d like to get your opinion. Since the whole session is being taped I don’t need to get a recorder, we’ll just remove this gag and record your candid impressions”, the trainer said as she removed the gag. “There you go. Are you awake, slave ? Don’t tell even that bored you ! We’ll have to turn the current up a notch”.

“Please…no… please…AAARRGHH…EEEIII…OOWWWW…AAAAA….”

By carefully modulating the current to the level of Diane’s agonized howls, Electra was able to keep the dungeon echoing with her screams for many minutes. Copies of the tape became one of the association’s best selling items.

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