## The Trinity - The Bondage Academy for Girls

Post by EmilieRockerz » Wed Jun 01, 2011 2:00 pm

Prologue
Dear Student,
If you are reading this, you are attending The Trinity. Therefore, you will spend the next three years, and possibly more, in our Academy, training to be a slave. You are not going to be a dancer, unfortunately â€“ although burlesque dancing is in our syllabus. Instead, you will spend your days doing numerous activities.
Physical
28 hours of your week and possibly more will be spent doing physical activity. This involves long, cardio-vascular runs, gymnasium work outs, agility courses and performance drills. Failure to complete atleast 28 hours a week of physical work will result in Punishment. Physical sessions are ran by our fantastic specialist slave fitness coach.
Torture
Nine hours of torture is required a week. Torture is lead by the Headmistress, who also leads Punishment. However, Torture and Punishment differ extremely. Torture tasks include strict BD positions, interrogations and European methods of torture. Failure to complete nine hours of Torture will result in Punishment.
Specific Skill
Our students are very lucky and get the chance to study a specific skill at our Academy. 6 hours of the week is spent doing the skill. Skills include cooking, cleaning, secretarial, modelling and teaching. Skills culminate in a yearly examination. If a student falls below a C grade on their skill, they will face Punishment.
Slavery Training
Possibly the most important part of the syllabus is the studentâ€™s slave training. A student will learn vital skills as a slave, and build on them to become a versatile and talented slave.
â€¢ Bondage â€“ how to be tied, how to tie, how to be gagged, equipment used, positioning etc.
â€¢ Submission as a slave and BDSM.
â€¢ Sex and slavery.
â€¢ Kidnapping and media use.
Each student will be tutored with other students who are on the same level as them. They will receive 200 minutes a day of training. No attendance to any of these mandatory lessons will result in Punishment.
Points and Punishment
Points will be gained for:
â€¢ Extra Credit â€“ doing extra hours of your daily activities.
â€¢ Taking part in the end of term performances.
â€¢ Outstanding behaviour, effort and punctuality.
â€¢ Helping out in other areas of the Academy â€“ e.g. kitchen.
However, Punishment is much more in the spotlight.
â€¢ Not turning up to a lesson â€“ one nightâ€™s Punishment.
â€¢ Not doing homework or completing tasks â€“ one nightâ€™s Punishment.
â€¢ Not being tied or gagged at specific times.
â€¢ Disobedience â€“ 24 hours solid Punishment.
â€¢ Running away â€“ 1 week in our Punishment Centre.
â€¢ Cutting hair or changing uniform â€“ one nightâ€™s Punishment.
â€¢ Unruly behaviour. First offence â€“ six hours punishment. Second offence â€“ 24 hours punishment. Third offence â€“ day and night in Punishment Centre.
â€¢ Unsatisfactory grades â€“ 48 hours solid Punishment.
â€¢ Lack of effort/not completing set hours for activities â€“ 24 hours solid punishment.
â€¢ Crimes. Result in arrest and taken to The Trinity Prison. Depending on seriousness of crime, the student will be held there for a set amount of time.
Uniform
All girls will have been designated a set of customized uniform. They will wear the uniform when required â€“ for most lessons, unless said otherwise.
First year girls must wear â€“
Black plunge bra with lace. Black thong or white panties. Tube socks, or thin tights (in black). White blouse. Black skirt. Cardigan if necessary.
First years must always have their hands tied. At the start of their year, they will be provided with:
- A pair of steel handcuffs.
- Large coils of black rope and a large roll of masking tape.
- Packing for the mouth.
- A ball gag, with a changeable ball.
- A plug gag.
- Several bandanas are provided also.
They must also have their mouths shut. Failure to do this will result in Punishment.
Second Years will be required to wear different uniform. A pink bra with satin is provided for them, and matching g-strings. No panties are provided. Natural tights are to be used. Second Years must wear the customized dress that they will find in their pack, and they must wear it at all time
Second Years must always have their hands tied and be gagged. However, our Policies state that they must also be blindfolded when not doing activities and other bonds like chest and leg bonds should be used. More intricate gags will be given to the student.
Third Years will follow a theme of character that they pick for themselves at the start of the year. For example, Esme Law from 2010 chose French Maid, and wore her costume for the whole of the year. They will get to choose from a selection of underwear to wear. Third Years must wear full bonds for most days. (Mouth, arms, chest, hands, feet, legs, thighs, knees, elbow, torso).
Hair is not allowed to be cut unless approved by the Headmistress. Make up is banned until the Third Year â€“ but is permitted for end of term performances.
Third Year Character List:
- Alice in Wonderland
- Goddess
- Devil
- Nurse
- Dentist
- Policewoman
- Air Hostess
- Lifeguard
- Cheerleader
- Babysitter
- Spy
- Business woman
- Secretary
- Tennis Player
- French Maid
- Superheroine
- Princess
Any other characters must be approved by the Headmistress.
A glance at the team at The Trinity...
The Headmistress
â€œI pride myself on successful slaves who lead prosper lives as submissive bondage professionals. Putting girls through their paces at The Trinity builds skills which enable them to be successful.â€
The Head Girl
â€œAs Head Girl, it is my duty to act as a role model for the younger or less talented slaves. I show them how to be a perfect slave and help the Headmistress daily.â€
The Success Story
â€œMy name is Henrietta Clarence, and I left The Trinity in 2004. I worked as a slave for a wealthy man in Asia for 3 years, and made enough money to come back to the UK and open an erotic underwear chain of stores!â€

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Post by EmilieRockerz » Wed Jun 01, 2011 2:03 pm

Chapter One
My First Day
I couldnâ€™t believe that I had fallen for their petty lies. In hindsight, I should have realised that The Trinity was not a school for performing arts. Oh no. It was very different.
I dumped the pamphlet I had just read on the seat next to me. I was locked in a small, grey room, with nothing but a chair and a pamphlet for company.
Were they for real?! A bondage school? There was no way in hell that I was staying here for three years.
I was mentally kicking myself. I left my home this morning emotionally, ready for the big lift in life. I was moving out, at 17 years old, and ready to take on my career at The Trinity, who had offered me a placement at their prestigious school just under a month ago.
I had gotten in the taxi that they had personally sent me, and then I felt a hand grab me from behind and a needle was injected into my side.
I donâ€™t remember anything else. The next thing I knew, I had woken up in a grey room with a stupid, truth-revealing leaflet!
I folded my arms and bit on my lip angrily. I needed to get out of here.
As if by magic, the door opened. However, there was someone behind it.
The person was taller than me, but she had huge pointed heels on. She looked about 28, had perfect black, long hair and seemed to be wearing a lot of make up.
Her figure was lovely. Big breasts, I noticed, as well as legs that went on forever. Her body was encased in a tight black latex skirt and matching long sleeved top. Her flat stomach was on show, however. She smiled.
â€œHello, Niamh. Iâ€™m glad you arrived safely. Did you read the brochure?â€
She had a confident voice that was laced with sarcasm.
â€œYeah, I did. Are you the Head Mistress?â€ I asked, timidly.
â€œI am. So, Niamh, are you ready to become a slave?â€
â€œNO! I donâ€™t even want to be here! What the hell is wrong with you people?!â€ I yelled in retort.
â€œThatâ€™s a punishment! How dare you. Youâ€™ve been selected from a range of many talented girls. You should feel honoured.â€
â€œA Punishment?! Are students not allowed to voice their own opinions? This is bull.â€ I said, shocked.
â€œDouble punishment. As slaves, you are never allowed to voice your own opinions. Now, we have a set of uniform that has been personally prepared for you in the room to the left. You will go in there and change into the clothes. After that, you will return here, and I will fix you up with a gag and tie you up. Then, the Head Girl will arrive and take you to your room. Your possessions are to be confiscated, like everyone elseâ€™s. When you get to your room, you will find a leather book. It contains your schedule for today. Iâ€™m sure you can figure things out from there, Niamh.â€
I was silent, mainly from shock. She was serious. She placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a hard push towards the little room to the left.
I steadily walked in there, and let out a deep breath. If I was to get out of this freak show of a school, I would have to fit in. I had already earned a double punishment....whatever that was, anyway. I had to obey their stinking rules.
I removed my jeans and polo top and stared at the clothes before me. I had seen these types of garments before â€“ on a prostitute.
I slipped into the bra and panties. They were a tight fit, pushing my 32C breasts out even more. I then pulled on the shirt, which strained across my chest. I tried to wiggle around to loosen them up, but nothing worked. I looked slutty already. I then stepped into the skirt. It was so taut on my thighs. It was also extremely short. At least it was an all girls school, and no men would be perving on me. I chose the tube socks finally, and pulled them on. There was a pair of black kitten heels next to the clothes, so I put them on also.
I stepped out of the little room, nervously. The Headmistress was waiting. She smirked.
â€œAh, yes. I can see you will be a fine addition to our school.â€
She encircled me, hoisting my skirt up and running a hand across my breast.
I shuddered at her touch. She must be a lesbian. No straight woman would do this to innocent teenagers!
She turned to a large cabinet on the wall behind her. She opened it carefully. Inside was a lot of bondage material.
She grinned.
â€œHave you ever heard of a ball gag, Niamh?â€
I shook my head.
The Headmistress revealed a small rubber strip in her hand, with an attached black ball.
â€œOpen your mouth, and you will find out.â€
I flipped.
â€œNo, no way. This is mental. I wonâ€™t do such a thing. You canâ€™t expect me to â€“ mmm!â€
The Headmistress suddenly jerked toward me and pushed the glossy ball into my mouth. It was rubber, and I retched as she wound it deep into my throat. This was disgusting. She lifted my hair out the way and fastened it smoothly, ensuring that it was water tight against my head. I felt saliva run to the front of my mouth as it yelled and swore at her.
â€œHoney, you wonâ€™t be seeing much of your room tonight. Iâ€™ll put you in for a night in the Punishment Centre.â€
I hadnâ€™t noticed, but she also had matching black rope in her hands. The rope was thin and I gave up my struggles as she expertly pinned my hands together and tied them. She cinched the rope and knotted it. I couldnâ€™t move my hands at all. I sighed. Trapped, I was.
She then knelt down and tied my knees and ankles in the same way. I stood awkwardly.
â€œAll done, Niamh. What a beauty you are. Do you have Italian heritage? You look ever so slightly Italian!â€
I didnâ€™t respond. The Headmistress simply snorted.
â€œBeautiful, yet cocky. Iâ€™ve met lots of first years like you. By Friday youâ€™ll be as tame as a mouse. Now, the Head Girl should arrive any minute now. Her name is Ava. She is the most stunning and obedient slave Iâ€™ve ever taught. You should be graced to learn from her.â€
I grumbled through my gag.
â€œIâ€™m here,â€ a soft, silky voice rang out.
I turned my head to see what must have been some sort of angel walking towards me.
She had long, curly chocolate hair that reached her waist. Her eyes were also deep chocolate. She was atleast six foot, with a cleavage that was sexy but classy. I wistfully gazed at her miniature waist and stick-thin legs. Her skin was so clear. Not a blemish to be seen. She was wearing a little black dress that hugged every curve of her body, and a frilly white apron over the top. Her legs were encased in knee length leather boots that clung to her legs. They also had a heel, adding to her height. I noticed she had silver, sleek handcuffs on her hands, pinning them behind her back. She wasnâ€™t gagged but there was rope above and below her breasts, making them stand out by miles. The rope was white and shiny, and perfectly tied. There was also matching rope on her ankles.
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Ava. Iâ€™m a third year and I will be your Head Girl for the next year. Iâ€™m currently studying as a French Maid. I look after all of the first years and second years.â€ She said confidently, gazing at me from under her eyelashes. I tried to respond. She giggled at my muffles.
â€œDonâ€™t worry, I know who you are. Niamh Evan. Just turned 17. Bondage newbie. Alright singer, good body. In time, youâ€™ll realise that you can be great.â€
She reached out and patted my head patronisingly. I was beginning to dislike this Head Girl. Alright singer?! I had tried my whole life to be something amazing. Iâ€™m a great singer, and Iâ€™m being modest. How dare she underestimate my talent! I had worked for so long to be acknowledged as a good singer, and now all of my dreams were crushed for the next three years!
I didnâ€™t realise that The Headmistress and Ava were talking in hushed tones. I tried to eavesdrop. It failed. Then, they turned to me again.
â€œItâ€™s a shame youâ€™re in the Punishment Centre for your first night! Itâ€™s okay, most people who have a rebellious side end up there. On my first night I made loads of friends. It was great. Thereâ€™s at least 40 other girls in the First Year at the Trinity. In the Second Year thereâ€™s about 30, and in my year we have about 30 also. The Trinity is the place to be, Niamh. Youâ€™ll find that out soon enough. You may make Head Girl one day! Itâ€™s a blast â€“ Iâ€™m the only girl in the school who only has to wear their gag for lessons. Plus you get loads of points, which enables you to enrich your life here at The Trinity.â€
I grunted. What a bitch! She was so...showy. I didnâ€™t like that about her.
â€œWell, why donâ€™t you take Niamh up to her room, Ava? She can look at her Trinity Book and meet the other girls in her dorm, if they arenâ€™t at any lessons. We donâ€™t have set lesson times, Niamh, by the way. You just follow what your timetable says.â€ The Headmistress said, smiling. Gah. I was filled with dread. There was no escaping this place now!
â€œWhat a fantastic idea, Headmistress. Thankyou for your hospitality. Iâ€™ll see you later on in the day. Iâ€™ll bring you all the girls who have punishment tonight.â€
â€œThankyou Ava. Good luck, Niamh!â€
And with that, I was forced to walk.
How, you may ask, do you walk with tied legs?
The answer is: you donâ€™t. You have to combine jumping with falling over and hobbling. Ava was an expert, shuffling daintily yet quickly. I was a travesty. Screaming through my gag as I tripped and landed on the carpet, acquiring a carpet burn as I went. Ava grabbed my tied hands and pulled me up harshly. She said nothing. We approached a large, grand staircase. Ava tugged me up the first few steps, as she simply walked on. How could she walk so effortlessly when she was tied?
I nearly gave up halfway up the stairs. This was madness.
Ava continued to haul me alongside her. I felt so dumpy and fat next to her picturesque body!
We reached the top of the stairs, and I dropped to the ground, panting for breath through the massive ball.
â€œGet up, whore. Iâ€™ve got things to do, so if you donâ€™t get up now, Iâ€™ll put you in for double Punishment Centre. And thatâ€™ll be pretty painful.â€ Ava spat. I looked up at her, stunned. She was a fake! She acted so perfect and polite in front of the Headmistress, and here she was treating me like dirt!
I scrambled to my feet, dragging myself up against the polished banister.
Ava stormed in front of me, her little feet plodding as she walked down a long corridor, oozing hot confidence.
I gained the tiniest bit of control on my feet and managed not to fall over again, even though I still tripped over and fell off my heels.
Ava finally stopped at a room called Room K. She pushed open the door, and revealed my home for the next three years.

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Post by Gaggedinbriefs » Wed Jun 01, 2011 3:13 pm

Simply... AMAZING! Loving it, please continue!

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Post by Pkdevo » Wed Jun 01, 2011 4:09 pm

This story is great and has a lot of potential!
Two most important things in my life RUNNING and TUGS

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Post by hightied » Fri Jun 03, 2011 7:45 pm

Very interesting story... please continue!

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Post by EmilieRockerz » Sat Jun 04, 2011 2:02 pm

The room was simple. Four beds lined up in a neat row. There were small bedside tables next to each bed. A mirror was placed on the wall, as well as a painting of a female mummified with tape. There were two other girls in the room. Both of them wore exactly the same clothes as me. One of them was quite plump, and had shoulder-length mouse hair. She was sitting on her bed with a leather book in her hands. Her legs were tied but she wasnâ€™t gagged.
The other girl was skinnier than me. She had blonde straight hair. She was gagged with masking tape and her legs and thighs were taped too. She was lying on her bed, relaxed. They both looked up and stared as we entered the room.
â€œH-h-hello, Ava!â€ The plump one stammered, dropping her book to the floor.
I watched Avaâ€™s face darken.
â€œWhereâ€™s your gag, Katie?â€ she said, simply.
â€œKatieâ€ blushed. She twiddled her hands.
â€œI donâ€™t know...â€ she murmured.
â€œDONâ€™T give me the I donâ€™t know excuse! Youâ€™ve been here for four months now. You know when you need to wear your gag! Get Melissa to gag you, now. Cleave gag with packing.â€
Katie looked gutted. Melissa, the blonde, reached into a drawer next to Katieâ€™s bed and pulled out a red bandana. I watched in awe as she also grabbed a piece of sponge and carefully crammed it into Katieâ€™s mouth. Katie tried to speak, but only saliva came out. Melissa then took the bandana, rolled it up, and placed it in between Katieâ€™s teeth and tied it off behind her head. Katie now couldnâ€™t speak at all.
â€œWhat are you staring at, whore?â€ Ava screamed in my face. She grabbed a leather book that was lying on empty bed â€“ I presumed it would be mine â€“ and held it open for me. â€œThis is your timetable, whore. Itâ€™s Monday. You have 4 hours of physical training in 10 minutes. Then you have dinner, and after that youâ€™ll be collected for the Punishment Centre by myself.â€
I moaned. 4 hours of Physical!? I was unfit. I wasnâ€™t fat...but if it wasnâ€™t for my high metabolic rate, I would be. Damn. This was going to go badly.
Ava turned to my roomies.
â€œKatie! Melissa! This is the new girl, Niamh. Sheâ€™s a complete beginner. Youâ€™ll have to show her the ropes around here. She in the punishment centre tonight â€“ proof that she can be rebellious. Katie, I notice youâ€™re in the same class as Niamh now. You can take her to the lesson. Melissa, you have torture now, so head down to the basement. Right. Thatâ€™s me done here â€“ oh, but one more thing. Katie?â€ Ava declared, staring down at the three of us.
Katie mmphed.
â€œIâ€™ll be putting you in for a six hour Punishment tomorrow, after your gag incident. Itâ€™ll be a whole day next time, if you donâ€™t watch it.â€
Ava slammed out of our room.
I stared blankly at the other girls. Melissa stood up after an awkward silence and evened out her gag by adding more masking tape to it.
Katie hobbled over to me, and held out her arm for me to link with. I nodded at her, as I couldnâ€™t smile, and linked mine through hers. She opened our door and we hopped out. I had no idea where I was going, so I let Katie guide me through the lavish corridors. We went down two different corridors, and then up some stairs. The stairs were difficult. Half way up the stairs, Katie stopped and pulled her gag off.
She ripped the packing out and cleared her throat.
â€œMan, I absolutely hate gags. They make me sick. Donâ€™t take yours off though, you could get in trouble. A few pointers â€“ Ava is the Queen round here. Sheâ€™s a total bitch but appears all sweet and sugary in front of the Headmistress. Physical is absolute hell and the coach is really critical and nasty. Punishment is worse than labour. Punishment Centre is worse than Punishment. So, good luck tonight. Oh, and a spider gag is so painful you feel like you have no tongue or teeth when they take it out. Thatâ€™s all for now.â€ She said rapidly, in case someone came and saw her without a gag on again. She put the bandana back into her mouth and we continued up the stairs until we reached a pair of white double doors. There were four other girls waiting outside.
Just as the girls turned to stare at me, the double doors crashed open. A woman with a high ponytail of blonde hair came through them. She was in a latex tracksuit, in black. And she carried a whip.
â€œRight. Everyone remove your gags for twenty seconds.â€ She said, monotonously. Katie ripped hers off, then did mine for me. â€œOkay. We have the new girl in our class from now on, so I want everyone to do a five second soppy introduction of themselves. GO!â€ the scary woman said.
Katie bit her lip.
â€œErr...Hi, Iâ€™m Katie. I want to be a Policewoman when Iâ€™m older.â€
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Ella. Everyone finds me funny.â€
â€œHello, Iâ€™m Violet. Iâ€™m lost without my mum.â€
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Lauryn. Iâ€™m an emo.â€
â€œIâ€™m Jasmine. Iâ€™m mint.â€
Everyone sniggered at Jasmineâ€™s.
â€œIâ€™m Niamh, and I have no idea what Iâ€™m doing.â€
The scary woman suddenly piped up.
â€œWASNâ€™T THAT SWEET?â€ she boomed, â€œNOW GET INSIDE. KATIE, GYMNASTICS. ELLA, YOUâ€™RE ON THE EXERCISE BIKE. VIOLET, YOUâ€™RE ON THE WEIGHTS. LAURYN, YOU GO AND DO 300 PRESS UPS. JASMINE, CONSIDERING YOUR COMMENT, YOU ARE DOING STEP UPS WITH A BLINDFOLD ON. AND NEW GIRL, YOUâ€™RE WITH ME ON THE TREADMILL. MY NAME IS MISTRESS STRENGTH.â€
Everyone literally sprinted to their designated activity. The room itself was massive, filled with hi-tech equipment. Black curtains hung all around the room, acting as screens. There were a few third years, I guessed, hanging around, obviously to help out. Mistress Strength grabbed me by the shoulder as I was about to walk over to one of the treadmills. She looked me up and down.
â€œYou need to lose about a stone and a half. Your muscles are nowhere to be seen. Your chest, as alluring as it is, is weighing you down. Terrible chins.â€
I seethed as she dragged me over to the treadmills, still criticizing my body.
â€œRight. Get on, and start running.â€ Mistress Strength said, producing a pair of scissors from her pocket and cutting off my leg restraints.
I tenderly began to walk in my heels.
â€œI SAID RUN!â€ Mistress Strength screamed. I felt a burning sensation on the backs of my knees. I realised she had whipped me. Ah, the pain. I couldnâ€™t function...I was overwhelmed by the sting of the whip.
Somehow, I managed to break into a jog. It was so hard to keep on top of the heels! Plus I couldnâ€™t balance with my hands tied.
â€œRUN FASTER!â€ another crop of the whip slashed my knees.
Within minutes, I was sprinting. I sprinted for about a minute, then slowed right down to a jog.
WHUPAAA!
The whip slashed my legs again. I felt tears break into my eyes. This was so unreal.
10 minutes later, and I was tired out. I had been whipped about sixteen times, and screamed at by Mistress Strength. I was trying to jog but I couldnâ€™t keep going...I felt my ankle twist and I toppled off the treadmill, and out of my heels.
â€œGET UP YOU FATARSE. GET UP NOW!â€ she spat, grabbing at my hair and pulling it hard.
I pushed myself off the floor in pain. She laughed as I crawled onto the treadmill and went flying forwards.
â€œYou ran a total of 10 minutes. Well, actually you did sprint a total of two minutes, jogged a total of three and walked for five minutes. Youâ€™re unfit, youâ€™re cardiovascular endurance is bloody awful, you have no agility or skill, no drive, youâ€™re effort is severely out of this world. You didnâ€™t even try...â€
I stopped listening to Mistress Strength. I didnâ€™t care...I didnâ€™t care.
Suddenly, I felt slap across my cheek. It was her damned whip.
â€œLISTEN TO ME!â€
I jumped to attention. She smirked.
â€œIâ€™m making things more difficult now. For the next hour, you will run on this treadmill. You will have a drip of water to keep you hydrated. But apart from that there is no rest. I am going to tie your hands to this rope,â€ she said, pointing to a length of rope hanging from the ceiling above my head â€“ how did I not notice that? â€“ â€œwhich means that if you stop running, you will simply dangle from the rope and probably break your wrists.â€
Mistress Strength stunk of sweat, I noticed. She grabbed my hands, and tied the rope that they were tied with to the rope above me. My arms were raised above my head and I was immediately lifted up a few centimetres. She was right â€“ it was really excruciating to simply dangle. Then, I noticed she dragged out a small machine from behind one of the many curtains, and pulled a thin cable out of it. She sellotaped it to my nose, but I could still breathe â€“ luckily.
And, so, I began to run.
One hour later, and I was dead. Panting, puffing and dangling in the air â€“ every so often my legs would kick out and I would start running for a few seconds. Mistress Strength had left as soon as she had attached my drip, and she was yet to return. The sad thing was that I had two and a half hours of physical left.
I groaned into my gag, hoping someone would hear me. Suddenly, I saw Katie appear around the corner. She smiled at me. I screamed into my gag, but she signalled for me to be quiet. She tiptoed over and pulled off my drip. She turned off the treadmill and got to work cutting the rope above my head.
Within moments, I was free from the rope. I didnâ€™t take off my gag, but Katie yanked off hers.
â€œTheyâ€™ve left! I donâ€™t know why, but Mistress Strength and her Third Year followers left a few minutes ago. Stay here and Iâ€™ll free everyone else!â€
Katie ran off behind the screens of curtains around me to find the other four girls. I sighed, and tried to catch my breath.
Out of the blue, I heard a door crash.
Crap.
Screams ensued â€“ I assumed they were Katieâ€™s as Mistress Strength attacked her for disobedience. I was silent as I tried to hear their conversation.
â€œARE YOU THE ONLY ONE UNTIED?â€
â€œAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!â€
â€œI SAID, ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE UNTIED!?â€
â€œNO...I FREED LAURYN AND NIAMH...â€
There was a silence. I held my breath through my slimy gag.
â€œLauryn and New Girl, please come out of the curtain. Now.â€
I stepped off the treadmill and opened the curtains surrounding me. I saw Katie on the floor in the middle of the room, with Mistress Strength on top of her. She had her in a headlock and had her other hand pressing on her pressure point.
I trembled. Lauryn appeared at the other side of the room, also shaking.
â€œDid Katie here free you two?â€ Mistress asked calmly. Lauryn nodded. I didnâ€™t want to dump Katie in it, so I did nothing.
Mistress Strength laughed.
â€œYouâ€™ll be in the Punishment Centre tonight then, Katie. You can leave my lesson; I donâ€™t want to see your face.â€
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Post by angelo diabolico » Sat Jun 04, 2011 5:31 pm

Weird.....the name of my secondary school is Trinity anyhoo, great story!!

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Post by Laurenrox » Sat Jun 04, 2011 7:10 pm

Awesome story!!!!!!!You're an awesome author. Keep it up.
Always the damsel in distress, waiting to be rescued.

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Post by I'm So DelusionaL » Sat Jun 04, 2011 10:06 pm

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Post by EmilieRockerz » Thu Jun 23, 2011 3:50 pm

Innocence Punished
For the rest of Physical we were forced to do an twenty minute run outside. I nearly died. It was freezing, my feet were blistered, I was tired and I was sore. Jasmine ran the most laps - 12, followed by Ella with 10, trailed by Lauryn, who did 9 laps, then Violet with 8, and finally, me, with 5.
Then, we were lead to the dinner hall.
The dinner hall was a huge tiled room. Everyone ate at the same time. Everyone was designated a random partner from anyone in the school who would feed them their dinner. Everyone had to sit on benches at tiny tables for two and those who were eating had to be blindfolded. I was paired with a third year, dressed in a batgirl costume. She looked at me and suppressed a laugh. I was sweaty, slutty and sullen. She was bouncy, gorgeous and tied everywhere. She had her shoulders, wrists, forearms, elbow, breasts, stomach, crotch, thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and toes tied with thin yellow cord. She moved flawlessly across the dining hall floor, however. She also wore shiny black pvc tape on her lips, but ripped it off for eating.
Blindfolds were handed out. She chose sleek black one, and I went for a silk white one. We had a minute or so to chat to one another. She introduced herself as Melanie.
The game was that your partner picked you a meal and then fed it to you with their bare hands, not cutlery. I went first, and picked Melanie a slice of pizza with salad. I fed it to her rather well. She managed to get the pizza all over her lips, but licked it off. I found it amusing.
On the other hand, when it was my turn, it was anything but amusing. Melanie had chosen chicken curry with rice. This was a problem as Melanie realised she would have to feed me it with her own hands.
She ended up cupping her hands together to scoop up the watery curry, and then poured it into my mouth. I choked a few times. The curry was disgusting too.
Then came the rice. Melanie thought it would be funny to shovel it into my mouth rapidly. At one point there was so much rice in my mouth I couldnâ€™t shut it. I could hear her friends laughing away as I spat it out.
I chose Melanie a cookie for her pudding, which she bit skilfully, not making a mess. She picked a cream bun for me, and smeared it along my cheeks. Again â€“ it wasnâ€™t amusing.
We then had to remove our blindfolds. The Head Girl stood up.
â€œHello everyone. Hope youâ€™ve all had a challenging but enjoyable day. Special mention for Abigail Gregory, who completed her skill today!â€
Everyone cheered.
â€œNow, I need to take First Years to their punishment now. So, can I have: Jade, Keisha, Martina, Elizabeth and Niamh. Keisha, Jade and Elizabeth, youâ€™re in normal punishment. Niamh and Martina â€“ youâ€™re in the centre. Follow me please!â€
Everyone laughed. I stood up out of my seat, vacillating and wavering. We all followed Ava out of the dining hall. It felt like we were walking for ages. I stumbled along, unsteady. Martina looked anxious, and the other girls looked terrified.
We stopped in front of a metal door.
â€œElizabeth, Jade and Keisha! Youâ€™re spending tonight here. Off you go.â€ Ava said, smirking. She slapped one of their bums as they went, tugged on one of their ball gags and ruffled the otherâ€™s hair.
Now, it was just Ava, Martina, and me.
We shuffled down another corridor then a set of stairs. We reached what looked like a dungeon.
Ava knocked on the door. We could hear screaming from inside.
She then turned around to inspect us. She pushed my ball gag deeper into my mouth, straightened my blouse and smoothed my hair. She felt Martinaâ€™s over the mouth gag and tweaked it, pulled her skirt up and then tottered off back to the dining hall.
I glanced at Martina. She looked nervous. I was quaking.
Suddenly, the door opened. The Headmistress was behind it.
She looked us up and down, her smoky eyes travelling slowly.
Then, she passed us both large steel rings. They were adjustable.
â€œThese are your collars. Put them on.â€
I tried to put it over my head, but I had issues due to my bound hands. The Headmistress intervened and pushed it forcefully down onto my neck. She made it really tight also. Martina managed hers herself.
Then, the Headmistress took out a pair of long chains and attached them onto our collars. We were essentially dogs, with leashes and collars. She opened the door into the centre fully and, with a sharp tug, dragged us inside. There were four main rooms. I caught a glance of Katie in the first room to my right. She was lying down on a table mummified with wire. My jaw dropped, letting saliva pour out of my mouth.
â€œYou will both be doing exciting tasks â€“ such as wax play, electric quiz, bondage oven and some of the Third Years, as part of their coursework, will be using you as guinea pigs.â€ Ava re-appeared behind us, smiling.
â€œIâ€™ll take Niamh, you can take Martina.â€ The Headmistress said.
I shuddered as the Headmistress dragged me towards a dark room. It was illuminated by a small spotlight in the centre. The room had no windows.
She pulled me towards a large board in the middle of the room. It was tilted backwards slightly. The board was fitted with grips for my wrists, which held me onto the board. I lay flat against it, my legs dangling. I then noticed The Headmistress was fastening stirrups onto the bottom of the board, which my legs were placed in, leaving me wide open. The Headmistress then ripped off my shoes and socks. She playfully ran her hands across my feet, and I roared with giggles. Her soft fingers then deftly whipped off my skirt. She laughed at my panties.
â€œNiamh, next time you get dressed, wear the thong. Youâ€™ll fit in better.â€ She said, guffawing as she slid them down my legs. I began to scream into my gag of fear. I was now half naked in front of a scary woman. This wasnâ€™t classy and it wasnâ€™t clever.
My eyes were pleading with her to stop. But she didnâ€™t. Instead, she moved up and ripped my shirt off. She adoringly snapped my bra off, then stepped back and watched me scream and squirm.
I was her prisoner. Another one of her helpless prisoners. She could easily take advantage of me. I wriggled around the board, but to no avail. I couldnâ€™t move. She stepped closer to me, and let her hands go wild.
They crawled across my chest excitedly, ran wild along my stomach and armpits, and when they hit my pussy, I begin to thrash and scream for help.
The Headmistress slapped me. She slapped my cheeks for screaming, then grabbed my breasts and pulled them, then did unspeakable things after that.
Then, she stopped. She turned around and left the room. I panted and puffed. She did return momentarily, unfortunately â€“ carrying a thin vibrator.
I freaked out and began to thrash again. She spanked my nipples, and I stopped. She plugged the vibrator in and placed it beneath me. It wasnâ€™t...touching me yet. Thankfully.
â€œWelcome to the Electric quiz. A quiz that makes you filled with adrenaline. Every question you get wrong, the vibrator moves up an inch. Currently itâ€™s five inches away from you. Five inches away from pleasure, Niamh!â€
I looked disgusted.
â€œQuestion One. Are you excited?â€
I shook my head furiously.
â€œWRONG ANSWER!â€ The Headmistress yelled, and the vibrator automatically shifted up one inch. My eyes widened. Four inches away. I needed to get all of the questions right.
â€œQuestion Two. Do you find me hot?â€
Again, I shook my head. Surely telling the truth would earn me the right answer?
â€œYou little bitch! Iâ€™m turning up the power of the vibrator now. Plus itâ€™s a wrong answer, so up one inch!â€
Three inches!!!! I tried to shake off my bonds, even though I knew it was useless.
â€œQuestion Three. Do you like the Head Girl?â€
I thought about this question. Maybe I should lie?
â€œYeah I do.â€ I said...grimacing.
â€œWhat was that?â€ The Headmistress asked.
I moaned â€œYesâ€ through my gag, nodding my head.
â€œNope, didnâ€™t quite catch that!â€ The Headmistress replied. â€œIâ€™m going to count that as a wrong answer!â€
It slid up. I was for it now.
One question remained before I was connected to the vibrator.
â€œHave you been a bad girl?â€ The Headmistress asked.
I nodded...but it was too late. I began to scream and squirm.
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### Re: The Trinity - The Bondage Academy for Girls

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### Re: The Trinity - The Bondage Academy for Girls

Post by sarobah » Sun Jul 03, 2011 4:47 pm

Lovely work.
Okay, I will say the obvious: How and where do I enrol?
One of my friends went to an all-girlsâ€™ school, and it was the practice to invite students from the neighbouring boysâ€™ college to social gatherings and even join a couple of classes, like dance. The guys were usually heavily outnumbered and had a very pleasant time of it.
I can imagine it would be interesting being a guy and invited to attend a function at the Bondage Academy for Girls.
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

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### Re: The Trinity - The Bondage Academy for Girls

Post by EmilieRockerz » Sun Jul 17, 2011 4:02 pm

I woke up.
I knew I was alive...well, I hoped I was alive.
I wanted to open my eyes, but personally, I was too scared to. This whole stupid school left me too afraid to open my eyes. What was it coming to?! I wanted to be at home, singing. Leading a normal life. Not tottering around in racy clothes and tied up in bondage for hours on end. Oh, and of course, I wanted to sleep in my own bed - not spend the early hours of the morning in some crazy Punishment Centre having illegal acts of lesbian domination performed on me.
Last night seemed like a blur.
I remembered pleasure. Hours of vibrator sex. The rest was cloudy...but I distinctly remembered The Headmistress spanking me until I bled, then straddling me as she poured swelteringly hot wax all over my body.
My eyes snapped open at the disgusting memories. I found myself in some sort of hospital bed. There were bars on the sides of the bed, preventing me from escaping. Not that I could escape - I was naked, with metal cuffs attaching my wrists and ankles to the sides of the bed, leaving me spreadeagled. I noticed my breasts were contorted by nipple clamps. I shifted around in my bed, trying to form some sort of resistance to the metal bonds, and suddenly felt pain surge through my boobs. Pain like no other. I screamed - but as I expected, no sound came out. I was gagged with a metal ring gag - why there was such a heavy theme of metal, I will never know.
The room itself was not a hospital. It was simply another room in the Punishment Centre, much to my disappointment. I was hoping I had been rescued. The bed was the main focal point, however next to the bed there was a small set of metal drawers. There were no windows, and the walls were white, likewise the floor. I lay there with a lump in my throat. I was never going to be free. It was only day two, aswell.
Suddenly, the door burst open. An older girl walked in. I guessed she was a second year, as she was wearing a dress. The dress was black with holes in where her nipples were. She also wore matching stockings and heels. She looked very upset.
I stared at her, as she approached the bed. I could clearly see teartracks down her face, and a smudge of mascara. She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Hello...Niamh" she said, slowly. She was not gagged, however there was a ball gag hanging around her neck. Her feet were tied and so were her breasts. "I'm Lilly."
"Mmphi Mumphy" I blabbed, through my gag. Lilly frowned. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she did not.
"You've been asleep for over 2 hours. The Headmistress chloroformed you when you had finished your tasks and dumped you in here. It's my job to prepare you for your upcoming day." She said, unclipping my feet from their bonds. I stretched them immediately, but she grabbed them softly.
I noticed in her hands were my clothes. Ah. She was sent here to dress me then send me off to my lessons. Great. No recovery time after my night from hell.
"Ignore the tears. When you get into the second year you'll learn that being a slave is worse than anything else." She murmured, sniffing. Lilly leant in close. "Between you and me, the Head Girl is a snotty cow. She tried to get you in trouble all the time so that...so that...oh god. What am I doing? I can't disclose information like that to you! Otherwise I'll be fired from this job and I'll lose any extra credit I've done."
She seemed to be talking to herself - but I was fully interested. As she fastened up my shirt, she handed me a small bag.
Inside of it was a roll of pvc, and some foundation.
"Put your make up on, and tape yourself up. I'll take you to your next lesson, Niamh. I think it's Slave Training."
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10 minutes later, and I was out of there. I felt relief wash over me. I was free of that goddamn place - until I next got punishment. Lilly guided me along my staircases - I still couldn't walk tied up. She deposited me in a small classroom, and left.
I was in the same class as I was yesterday - with Katie, Lauryn, Violet, Ella and Jasmine - however, we'd gained another girl. I remembered her as Melissa, from my dorm. They all stared at me in shock as I came through the door. Katie mumbled something through her ball gag.
I gazed around. It was a classroom - just like a normal one, except a large rope hung down in the middle of it. Chairs were seated in a circle, with lap belts on them. A teacher stood at the front of the class. She was older, with full lips, coral complexion and long, auburn hair. In other words, she was stunning. Her legs were toned and wrapped in nude tights. I looked closely at her feet and noted that thin nylon cord was ran inbetween each toe and was looped up to her ankles. Her knees were tied with the same material. She was a simple pencil skirt with her baby pink top tucked in. Her wrists were left untied, but her waist was tied with the cord like a corset. Her shoulders were also tied harshly.
My jaw would have dropped, if it wasn't taped with PVC tape.
She turned to me and smiled.
"You must be Niamh," she said, her voice dripping with sugary tones, "what a beautiful addition to my class."
I looked bashful. This was awkward. I had no idea what to do to thank her! I couldn't speak! I simply bowed my head. Her hand reached up and stroked my cheek. "It is lovely to see new girls in my class. Darling, take a seat. My name is Evangaline. I am a teacher of Slave Training. In my class, you will learn how to live your dreams as a slave."
I wobbled over to a seat and fell onto it. I mmphed into my gag as I tried to sit up properly on it. Evangaline carefully stepped over to me and fastened my lap belt on the seat, so I was pinned onto it. I noticed, as she walked away to sit at her desk, she took slow and deliberate steps - unlike the Headmistress, Ava and other girls I had seen who walked with their legs tied so easily and swiftly it was unnatural.
Positioned behind her desk, Evangaline continued with her lesson.
"To catch you up, Niamh: We've been learning about the importance of a blindfold. We are going to try some out and then I will let you remove your gags and you can discuss them."
I was already slightly familiar with the other girls in the group, so I felt at ease. Evangaline passed around different blind folds, and instructed sweetly that everyone get into pairs. Immediately, Lauryn and Violet were together. As were Katie and Melissa, and Ella and Jasmine.
I sat on my own, unable to undo my lap belt as Lilly had tied my hands too tightly with the PVC by accident. I felt a soft hand on my own, all of a sudden.
"Niamh? Are you on your own?" Evangaline asked, unpopping my belt for me. I nodded. "You can be with me then!" she replied, positively.
I gazed at her as she picked up a few blindfolds for us to try. I had never been attracted to a teacher before. Scratch that. I had never been attracted to a WOMAN before! But as I watched her corset of rope twitch as she bent over, I felt immediate butterflies. Everything about her - her name, her body, her voice, her personality, her mind, her appearance - was perfect.
She sat down next to me.
"I'll do you first, Niamh. We're going to test each one out, then you'll pick your favourite. Then we'll roleplay with that."
I nodded.
I felt her cool fingertips run across my forehead. She showed me what she was about to apply.
"It's a simple cotton blindfold." she commented. I felt the cotton touch my eyes as she pushed it tenderly onto my face. Her hands deftly tied it off at the back. I couldn't see.
I felt the tape be ripped off my lips.
"How does it feel?" She asked.
"It feels soft. There's no pain." I said, calmly.
I felt her soft fingers untie it. She then showed me the next one - a black, leather one with studs.
"This is a more sexy blindfold. Used in situations like D and S...that's dom and sub, by the way. It can be used in punishment also, for an edgier look."
She strapped it on. I wasn't as comfortable but I didn't feel sexy either. I shook my head.
"No good?" she asked.
"It's not too great." I replied, as she removed it. Evangaline then produced the last one.
"A latex hood. It's the most harsh. You feel the part though, and your sight is completely blocked. It can cause pain."
I felt her pull it over my head. I felt it encase me, and I loved it.
"Evangaline, that is the best one!" I called through it. She then removed it.
"If you can imagine being dressed in latex and gagged, the blinfold would be extremely effective!"
I gazed at her and grinned. She was my favourite teacher so far. For the rest of the lesson, we role played and discussed the blindfolds.
After the lesson, we were all gagged again and made our way back to our dorms. Melissa, Katie and I all sat down and pulled off our bonds and gags.
"IT FEELS SO GOOD!" I squealed. I was then hushed by the others.
Katie explained her experience last night in the centre. She was bound with wire that contracted when she moved. She had cuts all over her body. Then, she was forced to shower in freezing cold water, and Ava tormented her afterwards. Then, she faced being chained to the wall in her room and spanked and then some electric play ensued.
We all sat down. I felt tears come to my eyes.
"I want to go home. So bad." I said, unhappily.
Melissa smiled.
"You get used to it. I was dragged here six months ago - I thought it was modelling school. I was so wrong."
i sighed.
"What's next on our lesson plan?"
Katie gulped.
"Skill."
"What's so bad about that?" I asked. Surely nothing could be worse than Punishment Centre.
"What is your skill, Niamh?" Katie asked, smugly.
"Dancing. I'm a grade 8 dancer. I came here in the thought that it was a dance school."
"You're in deep trouble then. You see, a skill is not something like you practise and get a medal for. Not here. Not at the Trinity. A skill is when you build up a talent you have in a pornographic way, and then you get videoed performing your skill. Mine is cooking. I have to cook with my hands tied and mouth gagged. Every week my skill trainer rubs food in my face and videos me licking it off."
I shut my eyes and lolled back onto my bed.
Oh, the humiliation that was to come.

### Re: The Trinity - The Bondage Academy for Girls

Post by EmilieRockerz » Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:57 pm

Sorry for the long update.
I found myself wandering the corridors of the building, searching for the room for my dancing skill class. I was hopelessly lost.
Feeling rebellious, I had ripped my gag and bonds off, in the hope that I would find my classroom easier. So far, there had been no luck.
It felt nice to be out of my restrictions. In fact, it felt heavenly. I looked out of a window, looking upon the view. It was beautiful. I had to admit that if this place wasn't a whole freaky bondage school, I may even like it. I sighed.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arms roughly. I struggled and shouted but they covered my mouth with their hand. I was fiercely dragged backwards until I was shoved into an alcove.
In front of me stood Ava. The head bitch. Oh sorry, head girl.
She looked me in the eye and pushed me up against the alcove wall.
"No one walks around without bonds or a gag. No one." She spat.
I felt a surge of arrogance run through me.
"Why don't you leave me alone and go and suck up to the Headmistress? You seem to like doing that." I retorted.
Ava snarled and leapt forward. She swung her bound hands around in front of her and knocked me to the ground.
She must have used her teeth to release her hands, because soon after, she had pulled my hair to force my head upwards.
I felt her pull out a paper leaflet from her pocket - she screwed it up and dumped it inside of my mouth. It tasted rank.
She taped it in place, before using a strong piece of rough gauze to wrap my hands together.
Ava yanked my hair again, and before she reapplied her subtle bonds, whispered in my ear: "you would be getting punishment, but instead I am going to make your life a living hell."
She pulled me to my feet and marched me down two flights of stairs. A door read: "BURLESQUE AND STRIP TEASE". I was pushed through the door way and left to confront an annoyed looking class.