Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby skybird137 » Thu May 15, 2014 8:05 am

This story follows on from 'Bound to be a Stepmother' and 'A New Day'

Please note that this story is going to much rougher than my usual stories but this should be expected from the information in the previous tales.


Part 1

As I watched Iris leave my room and close the door behind her, the pain in my stomach became stronger as a result of the heinous actions that I had committed against her, and I felt that she would be unable to lift me out of my whirlpool of guilt and depression. She was too kind to be able to deliver a harsh punishment, and it was so very difficult for her even to administer a simple spanking with a slipper, so my present situation would be beyond her help.

There have been minor incidents such as when I had lost my temper, stayed out too late or not let her know where I am in case of emergency, but the transgressions that I have committed against Iris over the past day or so makes them appear to be the trivial matters that they were. I know that it sounds stupid, but when I was punished before, each hard spank with the slipper took my mind off my guilt as I had to concentrate on the pain, and the blows wore away at the dam that imprisoned the normal me so that when it burst, there was a release of emotion and I cried a flood of tears from relief.

This was not like any of the previous times though, and the depth of my hurt gripped me to the point that no punishment would be sufficient to save me from my prison which would leave me like this forever. I was so absorbed in my state of self-loathing over what I had done to Iris that at first I didn’t notice the heavy footfalls as they approached my room, until they were nearly at the door and I looked up to see the handle forced down before the bedroom door was flung wide open.

“So you’re the fucking cunt who’s robbed me of a good night’s sleep!”

I stared in shock at the woman who was standing in the doorway dressed in a police uniform, not an ultra modern one but when skirts were still part of the standard issue for female officers, and it was complete with jacket and helmet. What affected me more than anything else was the language, as Iris had never swore at me in her life and she had never used such degrading words on another person either.

As she stamped across the floor towards me, I became worried as this was a new situation for which I was unprepared and I tugged at the bar with my cuffs as she stopped two feet away from me.

“Hello bitch, I’m inspector Long, the office who was supposed to have gone off duty about half an hour ago. However, I have been called out to deal with you and you have made me very angry.” She said as she pulled back her right hand with an open palm, as if to land a blow on me.

You are bluffing, I know you could never do this, Iris.

This was a mistake on my part, as I shrieked a moment later from the pain generated in my left cheek as she slapped me across the face, and I cried out again when the back of her hand struck the right side of my face. When I looked into her eyes, I saw no trace of Iris and it was as if the character that she had once played in a production was in control which meant that I had to be careful, as the officer was quite brutal in the story.

“That’s to let you know just how I feel about having to deal with you when I should be home in bed, you filthy whore.”

A second later, Inspector Long (as thinking of her as Iris was no longer appropriate) grabbed hold of the top of my pyjama top at the front and twisted it so that her knuckles dug into my throat, and I was petrified as I pulled with all of my might against the cuffs that held me in place. My fear grew to such an extent that it felt as if I was going to lose control over every aspect of my body, and this must have shown on my face as she released her grip on my clothing and let her arm rest.

“Oh dear, is the poor little bitch girl going to piss herself in her pants? Looks like you can’t stand a little discipline. If it wasn’t for the extra stink you would create I would let it happen, but I would rather not have you smelling like a urinal at this time of night as you are enough to make me vomit. I am going to take you to the toilet so that you can have a nice piss to ensure that there are no chances of any little accidents.”

The Inspector took a set of handcuffs and locked them around my wrists on the opposite side of the bed bars from the first pair, which were unlocked and placed into her right jacket pocket. Next, she took a long chain out of her pocket along with a padlock which was used to connect the end of the chain to the handcuffs that bound my wrists.

“If you wish to do so, please feel free to try and escape at any time.”

From what I remembered from the play, the suspect who attempted to escape from custody was beaten to within an inch of his life, so I wasn’t even going to consider making a break for it as I shook my head.

“It’s time for you to take your break. Follow me.” The other end of the chain was pulled by the officer, so I had no choice but to follow her as she made her way to the bathroom and the door was pushed open by her so that I could go into the room. “You have five minutes. If you take any longer, then I will pull you out whether you have finished or not.” She said as she shut the door with the chain at the bottom so that I was left alone in the bathroom.

It was a little bit of a struggle to pull my pyjama bottoms down, owing to the fact that my wrists were cuffed together in front of me, plus there was an attached chain that was getting in the way. Sitting down on the toilet and relieving myself was the easy part, but I had to get cleaned which meant holding the tissue paper in my hands and wiping myself before depositing the material into the waste container. The hardest part of the exercise was pulling my bottoms back up as I could only reach around to my sides at best as I did my best to work them up over my bottom. I must have looked like a dishevelled mess as I opened the door of the bathroom and stood before the officer who had a malevolent smile on her face.

“Now, we are going down to the kitchen, and that will serve as the interview room rather than taking you down to the station for the moment. To be honest, a piece of shit such as yourself doesn’t even deserve the benefit of an interview, but your bleeding-heart wimp of a victim seems to want some kind of due process to happen. I must do something first, just in case you decide you want to slow me down.”

Ms Long took the chain and wrapped it around my neck before taking it under my cuffs, so when she pulled the other end of the chain tight, the links between the cuffs were forced against my throat.

“If you don’t keep up with me, you’ll just choke yourself. I’ll find it fun, but you might not.” The officer said as she walked along the hallway to the stairs with me keeping up due to the ever present pressure around my neck, before we walked down the stairs and along to the kitchen.

There was a pad of paper and a pen at one end of the table along with a chair, and I was pulled to the chair and made to sit down before I was pushed closer to the table. Inspector Long took two padlocks out of her left jacket pocket, unlocked the chain from my wrists and used one of the locks to secure one end of the chain around my neck. The handcuffs were locked onto the chain about two and a half feet from my neck, and the rest of the chain was pulled through the metal ring at the side of the table so that my hands were pushed against the wood. The other end of the chain was wrapped around my ankles in two tight figure of eight patterns before the final padlock was used to secure the binding into place.

“Now that the prisoner is properly restrained, the questioning can begin.” The Inspector said as she walked around the table so that she could sit at the other end of the table. “Put the name of the offender at the top of the sheet.”

It was then that I understood that this so-called questioning was going to be an act of torture in its own right, because in order to pick up the pen and write on the pad, I would have to lift my feet up off the floor and lower my head in order to reduce the pressure on my neck. It was uncomfortable at the very least as I wrote my name “Jodi Felicia Marsh” on the top of the page, and I knew that it was going to get worse as time went on.

“Date of birth, age and place of residence.”

The links of the chain bit into the flesh of my ankles as I put down “Ninth of March, 1998. Sixteen. 4 Hearthill Road, Wolverhampton.”

“Write down the name of the victim and her family relationship to you.”

The effect of the restraints on my wrists, ankles and neck were becoming more unpleasant as I continued with my writing, but I wrote “Iris Ball. Guardian.” At this moment, Inspector Long rose from her chair so that she could walk behind me, and I screamed a second later as she took hold of my hair, pulling and twisting it in a most cruel manner so that my head was forced back as far as it could go.

“Guardian is not the proper answer, you little cunt, that is a legal position. I would have thought that a shit like you could at least get that right.”

I was unable to reach the pad as my neck was pulled back, so my hair was released in order that I may be able to lean forward and enter the correct response. The word “Guardian was crossed out and in its place I wrote “Stepmother.” which felt very unusual because I had never written it down before or even given a conscious thought about Iris as my stepmother.

“That’s better, bitch. Now put down that you are guilty, and list the crimes that you have committed. There’s no need to put every single offence down as I hate the paperwork, but I’m sure that you have enough serious offences to keep the courts happy.”

It was difficult to work out just how many criminal acts that I had committed, but I didn’t want to keep the inspector waiting as I wanted to keep my hair intact. So I wrote:

“I am guilty of the following offences.

Abduction
Kidnap
Assault
Aggravated assault
Battery
Torture
Sexual assault
Sexual assault by penetration”

“That’s quite a list that you have there, and it might be enough to keep you inside for life.” Ms Long said as she picked up the pad. “I’ll check this out with the victim and see want charges she wants me to pursue against you.”

As soon as she left the room, I tried to relax as best I could, in my present predicament, and I tried to find out what the time was, as it must be past one o’clock in the morning at the very least, but when I looked around I discovered that every clock face had been covered up. There was nothing to do but wait until my captor returned, and I wouldn’t know how long I would be waiting for, but time seemed to drag on as I had nothing to keep me occupied except the trepidation of what was to happen next.

“Typical bleeding heart.” The Inspector said as she strode into the kitchen. “It seems that Mrs Ball doesn’t want you tried and thrown into prison, so she asked if there was a non-custodial means of correction. I explained to her that I know a special individual who takes great delight in punishing naughty young bitches like you, but this person isn’t available until the morning.” She said as she knelt beside me and removed the padlock that held the chain around my ankles.

“Even though this person cannot be here until daylight, she has left precise instructions on how you are to be prepared for her arrival. We are going to your bedroom and you are to follow my instructions unless you want to end up in prison, where the other inmates will most likely carve your face up for what you have done. To be honest, prison is more survivable than the sadist who will deal with you in the morning. Now, follow me and no speaking.”

As the officer walked away I was forced to go after her and I almost felt as if I was a slave being led to her new owner as I was taken upstairs and along the hallway to my bedroom. Once we were there she unlocked the chain first and then my cuffs and she untied the cloth that had served as my gag until now.

“Okay bitch, strip off, fold your pyjamas up and put them on the chair.” Suddenly I felt ashamed of the idea of being naked, as in a way it was in front of a stranger, but I knew that if I didn’t remove my clothing, she would and it would be a far more unpleasant experience. It took everything I had to lift my top over my head and fold it up, and I hesitated for a few seconds below pulling my bottoms down to my ankles, folded them into a small neat package and put them along with the top on my chair.

“Call that the body of a young woman? It’s more like a child. Go over to your clothes drawer.” My hands went over the modest areas of my body at this point, in response to the comment and I made my way over to the drawer although I was afraid of what might happen.

“Pull open the top drawer and pick up the two items on top of the sheet of brown paper.” When I opened the drawer, I stared in shock at what was already prepared inside but I knew that if I disobeyed, the situation would become much worse so I took out the folded pair of blue panties and the large blue ball-gag. “Stuff the panties in your mouth first, and strap the gag on after.” My predicament was becoming worse by the second as I opened my mouth so that I could force my panties between my lips, and the strong taste of rubber was most unpleasant as I put the large ball into my mouth which pushed the panties back. It took more than a few seconds for me to place the free strap through the buckle, and I pulled the strap through as far as I could before fixing it in place, even though the straps dug into my face.

“Sit on the bed and cuff your ankles together.” The inspector placed the set of cuffs that had held my wrists together on the bed, so I walked over and sat down before locking the cuff around my ankles. “Lie face down on the bed.” After I had done this, the officer took a short chain out of her jacket pocket, threading it around a vertical bar at the foot of the bed and the cuffs around my ankle before using a padlock to secure the ends together.

“Put your hands behind your back and cuff yourself.” Inspector Long said as she put a pair of handcuffs at the small of my back, so I took my hands around to my back, took hold of the cuffs and locked them around my wrists so that I was in a state of complete helplessness.

“Bitch, you look cold on that bed, so you need to be warmed up a little.” My eyes widened as my captor walked up to the wardrobe, opened it and took out my punishment slipper before walking back to me. I screamed as the first blow landed on my bottom, which seemed to be a far harsher strike than any that I had received as Iris’s hand, and I writhed, squirmed and shrieked as blow after blow landed on my unprotected posterior.

After the beating was over, I was puzzled when I was turned onto my right side, but there was a clicking at my wrists as one end of the long chain was padlocked to the cuffs that bound my hands together, before the links were threaded between my thighs. Once this had been done, the officer ensured that the links were lined up with the most sensitive flesh between my legs and she looped the end of the chain around a vertical bar at the head of the bed, pulling it so tight that my arms were forced to be straight and I squealed from the pain between my legs. The end of the chain was padlocked, and I wondered how I was going to sleep as this position left me immobile and tormented.

“One more thing to add to your punishment.” The woman said as she picked up the saliva soaked scarf which was tied across my eyes so that I would be blindfolded. “You look a little warm there with your hot bottom, so you need to cool down.” I was shocked when I heard the window open as I never leave it like that when I’m trying to sleep and it was a cold night. When the cold breeze went over my skin, it caused me to squirm which inflicted further suffering when the links between the chains bit into my soft skin.

“Is there a problem with your cunt, you little cunt?”

I shook my head as I didn’t want any more punishment right at this moment.

“Good, just one more thing to do before I leave.” She said, and I yelped when the cuffs around my wrists and ankles were tightened so that they bit into my skin as well. The light was switched off, the door was closed, and there was the sound of a key turning in a lock which indicated that I was a true prisoner with a long night ahead of her.

The most unusual thing about my situation was that even though I was in a constant state of discomfort, or perhaps because of it, after a long time resting on my bed I felt drowsy and started to doze off...
Last edited by skybird137 on Fri Jun 13, 2014 12:39 pm, edited 6 times in total.
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Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 1

Postby jennybond » Sat May 17, 2014 5:17 am

Very good
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 1

Postby Shanyalovestape » Sat May 17, 2014 6:44 am

Good story..! Waiting for the next chapter!
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Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 2

Postby skybird137 » Sun May 18, 2014 12:38 pm

Part 2

When I’ve been asleep there is a period of reverie once I’m awake, but this time there was no such grace as the end of two chain links bit into the lips between my legs, which caused me to squeal as I was roused to a state of full wakefulness. There was aching in my limbs due the way that I was restrained, and a sharper pain around my wrists and ankles as the steel cuffs pressed into my joints in those locations. The cloth that kept me blindfolded was dry but the panties behind my ball-gag were sodden, while the taste of rubber in my mouth was stronger than when I was placed in this bondage which was due to the fact that I wasn’t used to the gag yet.

I was unable to tell if it was daylight, as the cloth was thick enough to prevent any light from getting through, but the chirping of birds in the trees let me know that even at the earliest it would be dawn soon. This was good news, as I had managed to get some rest during the night, even if I was in a constant state of discomfort from my bondage. At this moment a troubling thought entered my mind as I lay helpless on the bed, because seeing as birdsong has never woken me up, what was it that roused me from my sleep?

As I listened there was a clicking sound from the back garden, and it seemed as if someone was walking on the stone path and moving away from the house before the noise faded away, which left me wondering if I had imagined it. The next sound let me know that this was all too real when I heard the sound of two pieces of metal clunking together and I was filled with fear after a few more seconds as I recognised what was making the noise as it approached. It’s the ladder from the shed! I removed it and put it between the shed and the fence, so that I could make room for my games with Iris, and I never put them back in their proper place after finishing with the shed. Someone has picked them up and is moving to the rear of the house with them. My window has been open throughout the night, oh shit!

It became crystal clear as to what was happening as the sound grew louder and louder until it remained level in volume when there was the noise of the ladder being placed against the wall. Someone is breaking into the house, and I’m stuck like this on the bed! What if he wants more than to just burgle the place? Oh please, I can’t even think about that. There was the familiar sound of metal sliding against metal, and the thud of metal against plastic told me that the ladder had been extended up to my bedroom window. My mind became frantic as I tried to think of some way, any way to escape my present situation, but there was no chance of fighting, screaming, or running for help as my restraints had been applied in a most effective manner.

I’ve heard of the proverbial lamb to the slaughter, but I’m trussed up on the alter and waiting for the knife to be plunged into me! There was a new sound which I recognised as the intruder placing a foot on one of the ladder’s rungs and I froze on my bed, not even daring to breathe as each step was louder than before as the criminal made his way up to my bedroom. The next sound was right at the window sill that would have been the hands of the man who was breaking in, and after a few more steps he spoke in a low volume and gravelly voice which I presumed was so that he couldn’t be singled out in the future.

“It seems that I have hit the jackpot tonight, as although the room is occupied the girly inside is not going to do anything to stop me. I’ll just check the rest of the house to see what else is here.” My only response to his comment was to tremble as the intruder walked across the floor to the door of my bedroom and turned the handle in an attempt to gain access to the hallway.

“It seems to be locked, which is a pity as I wanted to see whatever goodies are in your house. I wonder why you are locked in, though? Maybe it’s to stop a boyfriend from getting in, and being your lover.” He said as he moved to the side of the bed that I was facing, and I squealed as he placed his hand on my left ankle which caused me to struggle against my bonds. “Maybe that’s why your window was open, you left it for your boyfriend and as he is so kinky, he gagged and cuffed you before giving you a good fuck.” As she said this, his hand slid up from my ankle to my bottom and I was repulsed by this complete stranger who decided that my body was his to touch. “Then he put this nice little torture chain on you before leaving you for mummy and daddy to find.”

The hand moved further up my body and I felt degraded by this monster who was violating the privacy of my body for his own pleasure, and I tried to make a noise through my gag so that I could make some kind of protest.

“That’s good, I like it when girls hate my touch as it makes the end far more enjoyable for me. Perhaps you pissed off your older sister, and she has done this to you as a kind of SM punishment.” His fingers moved across my body to my navel before he took hold of the chain and pulled it hard so that I screamed into my gag from the pain that he inflicted between my legs. “Or you’ve been playing with yourself; mummy and daddy have found out about it and have done this to you as a punishment for your wicked ways.”

Another scream escaped my lips as he touched my Mound of Venus while he continued to speak. “It could be that they like their daughter fresh and ready for some special entertainment, so they chain you up and leave you like this so that they can fuck you in the morning.”

“It’s a pity that the chain is in my way, otherwise I would have so much fun with your arse and cunt. I think that I’ll leave everything here for the moment, as I have a few more houses to check out and I will leave this place ‘til last. I might be lucky and find a set of bolt cutters, in which case, I can take you with me after coming back here, as a body like yours will fetch a huge price with certain people. Don’t go anywhere ‘til I come back.”

There were footsteps leading away from me which was followed by a clanging sound as he descended from my window onto the lawn, and I was left in no doubt as to what my fate would be if he found a pair of bolt-cutters on his travels. My fate may not be much better if he didn’t find what he would be looking for, as I had been humiliated by him as I suffered the molestation of my body as I lay helpless on the bed. My attempts to scream for help proved to be useless as my gag was so efficient as to reduce the shriek to a low whine, and I tried to pull myself free from my bonds even though it made my captivity far more painful. The worst part of my struggling was caused by the chain between my legs, as I screeched time after time as the links tortured my most intimate of areas, although it wasn’t strong enough to dissuade me from continuing in my efforts to get free.

I had no way of knowing how much time had passed in my futile actions, but my terror refused to allow me to stop as the results of my failure to escape were crystal clear to me. My actions preoccupied me to such a degree that I did not notice him climb the ladder, and I froze in shock as I heard his gravelly voice from inside the room.

“Hello, my little fuck-toy, I managed to find some bolt-cutters so that I can have some fun with you before taking you with me for your new life.” He said as he stroked my cheek, and it was all I could do to stop myself from screaming at this moment, although I knew that in a little while, that I would be screaming and screaming and screaming.

“Before we continue, would you like me to tell you a little story? After all it does mean that it will delay the inevitable, and perhaps a member of your family will wake up and check on you, saving the day in the process.”

I nodded in the hope that he could end up being discovered and my rescue, even though the chances were slim to none.

“Okay then. There once was a young blond-haired blue-eyed lady who loved scarves, and in fact she loved scarves so much that they were all over her room. Then one night while the young lady was sleeping, an evil man entered her room through an open window and saw all of the scarves scattered around the room. He said “I can make use of these scarves as I play a game on the girl in the bed.” and took hold of seven long scarves for his evil game. The stupid blond had her world turned upside down as she woke up to find herself forced face down on the bed with her arms pinned beside her, and as she tried to scream for help a rolled up scarf was forced into her mouth.”

You bastard! Are you saying that you’ve already ra-, done this to other girls?

“A second scarf was taken around her face to keep her gagged and a third blindfolded her before her arms were taken around to her back and bound together tight at the wrists and elbows by the intruder. Her ankles were bound to her thighs by the final two scarves, and her clothing was cut away from her body with a knife so that she was left naked and sobbing on her bed. Do you know what happened next?”

I nodded as I knew that my fate was near. YES! I know what happened to her, and it is about to happen to me!

“Well, you are wrong. Nothing happened because she is purely fictional.” A woman’s voice said, the familiarity of which place me in a state of complete confusion. “So, Little Miss Kidnapper and Violator, how does it feel to be helpless and out of control with the person going to do things to you that you don’t want to happen, but are unable to stop.”

My blindfold was pulled away and the bedside lamp was on, so I could see that the person that I had assumed to be my ra- violator was Iris who used a fake voice to deceive me! She was dressed in a vinyl catsuit with matching calf length boots and a domino mask over her eyes, so it wouldn’t be correct to call her Iris as she was playing another part. It took me a few seconds to remember the controversial play that this character had been in and I realised that the fake intruder scenario was used at one point in the play to punish a girl who had misbehaved.

Now I know how my stepm-, how Iris felt on Friday night, when I committed my acts against her when she had no way of stopping me. It must have felt like this when I violated her over the incest taboo. I just wish I had worked out some rules for the evening beforehand.

“I can see in your eyes that you have understood why I punished you in this manner, because you did make your poor stepmother suffer as she was helpless in her bondage, while you violated her physically and mentally. You do have a long way to go before you can be salvaged, slave, but I think that it can be achieved before Monday morning. By the way, my name is Mistress Zana, and that is the title which you address me with. Is that clear?” She said as she shut and locked the bedroom window.

I nodded my head as the padlocks that bound the chains to my body and the bed were unlocked, and the cuffs were loosened around my wrists and ankles so that they were no longer so uncomfortable.

“Stand by the side of the bed.” Mistress Zana said as she unlocked and opened the door to my bedroom, using one of the keys that were on a large ring along with the ones for the padlocks and my handcuffs. It was a struggle to get off the bed due to the ache in my muscles, because I had been restrained in the same position for the night, but I managed to get to my feet in a fast enough time so as to prevent any encouragement from Mistress Zana. My arms were pulled together behind my back and I squealed as the short chain was wrapped around my forearms, just below the elbows before it was pulled tight with the ends padlocked together. This was a new situation for me to have my elbows forced together so that they touched behind my back, and my obvious discomfort only served to elicit a smile from my Mistress.

“It pleases me that you are suffering, as it informs me that I am carrying out your punishment in an efficient manner. Anyway, you need to have a break and then a shower before breakfast, so hop to the toilet unless you want me to take these keys and put them somewhere very painful.” She said as she put the long chain and remaining padlocks in a bag which she picked up.

I didn’t know whether my captor meant that she would press them on a nerve point or perform a literal insertion into my body, but I started to hop towards the door because I had no desire to find out which one it would be. It only took a few seconds to reach the door and I knew that reaching the bathroom would not be a problem, but I suspected that the situation would not be as simple as it sounded. My Mistress followed and entered the bathroom close behind me, which puzzled me as I was supposed to have a break first before the shower, so I wondered if she had made a mistake.

“Sit down on the toilet and have your break.” Mistress Zana said with a smile on her face.

With you here in front of me and watching while I do it? I’ve never been on the toilet with someone watching and I won’t be able to go. To say that I was shocked by my Mistress’s order was an understatement, and I stayed in place as I didn’t want to even sit on the seat after that.

“You can either go now, or you can have your shower and I will put a towel on you as a makeshift nappy until you do need to go.”

That suggestion was even worse as I would not only have to suffer from the humiliation of having to wear a nappy, but having to go in it as well so I hopped over to the toilet and sat down on it. I don’t think that my cheeks have ever been so red in my life as I forced myself to perform the necessary actions, which would allow me to evade an even greater degradation. Once I had finished, my bonds prevented me from being able to clean myself so this was performed by my Mistress, and I was unable to work out whether or not this was more embarrassing than being made to clean myself in front of her.

“Get in the shower now, so that I can clean you off before breakfast.”

I hopped into the cubicle and waited for her to switch on the shower, but she stood by the door before taking the head off its stand so that she could hold it in her hand with it pointing at me. A loud screech was emitted from my gagged mouth as the very cold water hit my body with some force, and it wasn’t getting any warmer after a few seconds, so I was going to have a very cold shower. Tying to protect one part of my body as it got cold, by hopping around so that it could no longer be hit by the cold water, proved to be unsound as I ended up providing a new target for my Mistress to aim at. After some time had passed, I was starting to shiver as a response to the loss of heat that I was experiencing, and the feeling was starting to disappear in my fingers and toes which made me very worried as it wasn’t a good sign.

“Okay, I will stop now, hop out of the shower and I will dry you off.” She said as she shut off the shower and picked up a large towel and held it up so that it could be wrapped around me when I exited the cubicle. Once I was in front of my Mistress I was surprised to find that the towel had been heated so that I would warm up and be dried off with no Ill effects from the freezing water.

“Now my slave, it’s time to go downstairs from breakfast.”
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Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 2

Postby jennybond » Sun May 18, 2014 12:54 pm

Loving this, I also read your blonde a bitch and wardrode story earlier today one word springs to mind AWESOME.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 2

Postby skybird137 » Sun May 18, 2014 12:57 pm

Thank you for your kind comments Jenny, I am awed by the fact that you like my mediocre stories.

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 2

Postby jennybond » Sun May 18, 2014 1:24 pm

skybird137 wrote:Thank you for your kind comments Jenny, I am awed by the fact that you like my mediocre stories.


Your stories are from mediocre
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 3

Postby skybird137 » Wed May 21, 2014 7:43 am

Part 3

“Hop out of the bathroom and go to the top of the stairs, so that we can go to the lower hallway together.” Mistress Zana said as she walked out of the bathroom, and I did my best to keep up in my helpless state as I hopped after her until we reached the top step. I turned around so that my back would be pressed against the top of the banister, which would allow me to lower myself to the floor and move down each step on my bottom.

“You are not doing it that way, you little whore.” My captor said as she took hold of my left arm so that I had to stay upright, and I was wondering just how I was going to get down the stairs if I could not use my posterior. “Shuffle to the top of the stairs and face the steps. As I moved into position, I felt more than a little worried as it appeared to be a long way down, as I looked at it from this angle and I hoped that Mistress Zana was not going to do anything dangerous to me.

“Good slut. Now, this is what is going to happen. You are going to hop down the stairs on your feet.”

Hop down the stairs? That is going to kill me!

My worry turned into panic as I heard the comment of my captor about how I was going to descend, because Iris had warned me never to hop down at any time and especially when my hands were bound together behind my back. I shook my head and looked at my Mistress with fear in my eyes in the hope that she would reconsider her decision, but I yelped as she grabbed and pulled my black hair with her right hand.

“Look, you little cunt. Are you going to hop, or shall I push you down the stairs?” She said as she forced my head forward until it seemed that I was going to lose balance and fall forward with no way to stop it, and screeched through my gag in my fear.

“Are you going to jump down one step then, or are you going to take the express route? Please nod if you want me to push you.” She said, so I shook my head as at least I had a chance of remaining upright if I hopped down step by step, rather than falling and breaking something in the process.

Oh my, this is horrible, just horrible, and it’s just a torture in its own.

I took a deep breath, flexed my legs, and jumped. It seemed to be okay at first, as both feet made a solid landing on the step below, but after a moment there was a feeling of terror inside me that caused me to scream as I realised that I was off-balance with no chance of recovery.

I’m falling!

Within a second, there was another scream from me as I was pulled back into a standing position by my hair, but the pain in my scalp was preferable to the alternative of the chance of heading up with a broken neck.

“You stupid slut, did you really think that I would be so imbecilic as to let you smash your idiot head in by falling down the stairs?” Mistress Zana said, pulling my head back by my hair until I thought that she could end up snapping my neck in the process. “Now, take the next step.”

I did as I was commended, and moving to the next step started with fear as I made the hop which changed to horror when I overbalanced on the landing, which was followed when I cried out as it felt as if my hair was going to be pulled out by the roots. This was the way in which I made my way down the rest of the stairs until I reached the lower hallway, a process that mixed physical and psychological torture together.

“See, you made it, and you didn’t end up hurting yourself after all. Now we have to make our way to the kitchen for breakfast. Once you are in there, you are to sit on the chair that is pulled out and there is to be no speaking once your gag is removed. Come on, harlot, don’t keep me waiting.”

At least hopping on a level surface made me feel calm, even though I was experiencing a level of apprehension as I didn’t know what was going to happen at breakfast. There was a small gap in the doorway and I had to use my left shoulder to push the door open but it took less than a minute to make my way to the kitchen chair and sit down in it. This was one of the other low-backed chairs with arms, but there was no left to right struts, which was why Iris had purchased a pair of these so that they could be used in our games.

Once I had sat down, Mistress Zana took the long chain out of the bag along with one of the padlocks, and looped the chain around the handcuffs that bound my ankles together before taking the ends up to my wrist cuffs. My ankles were pulled back so that my feet were lifted away from the floor, and the chain was wound between the cuffs and pulled tighter before the ends were locked together. This left me in what amounted to a sitting hogtie on the chair, which meant that any major struggling on my part would result in the risk of falling over and hurting myself.

Mistress Zana unbuckled the straps at the back of my neck before the large ball was pulled out from between my lips, and the garment was extricated out of my mouth after a few more seconds.

“It looks as if the helpless girly wet her panties when she was in bed last night.” My Mistress said as she held the item of clothing in front of my face, and I ended up blushing even though such an occurrence had never happened to me. “Time for your breakfast.” She said, walking over to the side and picking up a tray that had been covered with a black cloth which she carried over to the table, and I was shocked when she pulled the cloth away to reveal what was underneath.

A glass of water and a plate on which there are four slices of bread. You’re giving me bread and water for breakfast? There isn’t even any butter on the bread.

The glass was picked up by my captor, who sat astride my lap as she placed it to my lips so I could take a few sips of water before it was put back down on the tray. A slice of bread was pulled apart into four quarters, one was held up so that I could take a bite, and I discovered that it was from the old loaf which should have been thrown away this morning. As I took another bite from the stale piece, I was thankful that it hadn’t become mouldy as I forced myself to chew and swallow, because refusing to eat may mean that I wouldn’t be allowed to drink either.

“Did you really expect me to give you something good to eat? You are a whore that tortured her stepmother after all, and you should be lucky that I am giving you anything at all.” She said as she picked up the glass again so that I could take another drink, and I realised that my reaction to the food must have shown on my face.

At least the bread stopped the rumbling in my stomach as the meal continued, and the liquid wasn’t tainted which meant that it was okay to drink, so I was able to finish what was left for me on the table. Once the glass had been emptied and the bread was finished, the panties were picked up by my Mistress, so I opened my mouth wide even though I didn’t want them back in my mouth because she would only find some way of making me open up. After the garment had been placed above my tongue, the ball of the gag was pushed between my lips and the straps were buckled so tight that they dug into the flesh of my cheeks.

“It’s time for you to kneel on the floor as part of your punishment.” My Mistress said as she removed the padlock and pulled the chain away from my cuffs so that I was able to stretch out, but any comfort only lasted for a moment when she grasped my elbow chain and forced me out of the chair so I had no other choice but to kneel in my bondage on the cold, hard tiles.

There was a faint sound from the hallway which indicated that the Sunday paper had arrived. “I’ll have look if there is anything special in the news, and then I’ll continue with your punishment.” My Mistress left the room and I heard her pick up the material the items that had been pushed through the letter box, but I became preoccupied with the discomfort of having my knees pressing against the floor.

It wasn’t long before I started to squirm in my position as the ache started in my knees and although I attempted to find a better way to place my legs as time went on, this proved to be useless as nothing seemed to work.

Oh Shit, OH SHIT!

One of my movements proved to be unfortunate as I lost balance and toppled over onto my right side, and this was going to be the least of my problems if Mistress Zana discovered that I have disobeyed her commands. Trying to get back on my knees was going to be difficult at best as my arms were bound together at my wrists and elbows, but I need to try if I didn’t want to incur the wrath of my captor. Every attempt failed with most of my tries ending in falling other on my other side, and I was still concentrating with getting back on my knees when Mistress Zana walked back in with me on my side, and the look on her face made me tremble.

“You little cunt! I can’t leave you alone for a minute to carry out your punishment!
If you had thought that I would ignore this, then you are greatly mistaken, and I am going to make sure that you are locked into position on your knees for this act of rebellion.” She took one of the padlocks and connected one end of the long chain to my ankles, before forcing me to kneel with my back to the table and taking the chain through the ring that was attached to the table. The last padlock connected the chain to the one around my elbows, so that I would not be able to move from this position or even fall on my side and trying to move my arms lifted my feet off the floor which increased the pressure on my knees.

“It looks like I’ll have to bring my laptop in to do my online shopping.” Mistress Zana left the room and returned with what seemed to be an advertising sheet along with her laptop which she placed on the table by a kitchen chair that she sat down on. As time went on, she showed a malevolent smile as she continued with her shopping, but I was more concerned about the ache in my knees and muscles as I squirmed in my bonds without any relief.

There was also concern about what my captor was ordering but as I was unable to see what sites she was visiting, I tried to ignore what was happening. After some minutes had gone by, she looked at me and picked up the sheet so that I could read what was on it.

“The Special Sunday Sale! For today, all of the home improvement stores on the Whitforth Trading Estate are having a special Mother’s Day Sale! The stores have got special permission to open at eight in the morning, so long as they close at two in the afternoon. Buy a Mother’s day present for that special lady, and maybe get something for yourself as well. Fathers can also visit the DIY shops for as an antidote for today.”

My shivering as I read this must have been visible because my captor flashed her evil smile, and I knew why she was shopping online, as she pick be ordering items to pick up from the shop. From what I could remember from the play, Mistress Zana liked using standard items in her bondage and tortures of her captives as opposed to items that were constructed for the purpose of bondage, which is why she was purchasing items as they were going to be used for the purpose of punishing me.

“As soon as I have finished ordering my items, I will leave to collect them so that I can have a lot more fun with you.” She returned back to her laptop and continued with her shopping for another half an hour before lowering the lid of the computer so that the system would shut down. She left the room, and for the next few minutes my imagination was working overtime as to what she might buy, when she walked back into the kitchen with a long coat which reached down to the middle of her calves, and her mask had been removed.

“I am off to collect my shopping now. Be a good little slut and stay where you are.” She said as she took out a black cloth strip and a pair of ear plugs.

The plugs were inserted into my ears, and the cloth went over my eyes so that my world was reduced to the sense of touch and smell, but my taste was concentrated on the rubber in my mouth that I was yet to become accustomed to. For touch there was the unpleasant fact that I was unable to relive the pressure on my knees and my arms behind my back were forced up a little because of the long chain that was attached to my elbows. For all that I knew, Mistress Zana could be standing right in front of me as she laughed at my predicament, and I would never know about it, but the most probable situation would be that she would be collecting her improvised torture chamber from the shops on the estate.

I doubt that my captor would show me everything when she returned from her visit, but I had no doubt that I would end up finding about them sooner or later as she would take great delight in using them on me. My fears took over at this moment as I thought of how she might use these items on me, and that I wouldn’t be able to stop her from whatever she wanted to do to me.

There was a touch at my ears and the plugs were removed before the blindfold was lifted from my face, and I saw Mistress Zana without her coat but with her mask back on, with a few bags in the kitchen which made me sigh with relief until I heard what my Mistress said next.

“Those are only a few of the items that I have purchased this morning, and I have a lot more under the stairs. First, however, I have something very special for you before we continue with the morning’s festivities.” The woman walked over to one of the bags and brought out a black leather collar with a circular metal tag which was attached to a ring at the front, before walking over to me. The tag was placed in front of my face and I gasped in shock as I read what was on it, as I didn’t think that she would have done such a thing, let alone get someone else to engrave it for her.

I shook my head as the collar was put around my neck, but this proved to be futile as it was buckled into place, and the engraved letters on the tag were visible which read:

JODI, SLAVE OF MISTRESS ZANA.
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Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 3

Postby The Wrapster » Sun May 25, 2014 6:39 am

I'm not into punishment, but I'm enjoying this story!

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 3

Postby skybird137 » Sun May 25, 2014 8:31 am

I'm glad that you are enjoying it, Wrapster.

It isn't a standard punishment story though.

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 3

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sun May 25, 2014 8:31 pm

I like the story also.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 3

Postby skybird137 » Tue May 27, 2014 4:33 am

Thank you for the kind comment.

Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 4

Postby skybird137 » Tue May 27, 2014 4:36 am

Part 4

“It is time for you to be released from the table, my slave.” Mistress Zana said as she knelt beside me on my left side and used a set of keys to detach the padlocks that connected the long chain to my ankles and elbows so that I no longer bound to the table. “You must get on your feet and be bound in a way that I find proper.” My elbow chain was held by my Mistress and I was helped up into a standing position by the side of the table, before I was turned to my right so that she was behind me. “Do not move until I tell you to.”

I heard the sound of plastic dragging over tile which was accompanied by the sound of clanking, but seeing as turning my heard might incur the wrath of my captor by disobeying her, decided that it would be better if I continued to face forward. There was more clanking sound before I felt cold metal wrapping around my wrists about four times, with three wraps between which was followed by a tightening sensation and a click which was a padlock securing the ends of the chain.

“I can take these silly handcuffs off your wrists now.” She said as she unlocked the restraints from my arms and putting them on the table once they had been removed. “I find things like that boring, as it’s much more fun to pervert something that has an innocent purpose.” This comment fitted in with the character of Mistress Zana, as she disliked using custom bondage items on the grounds that it showed lack of imagination and would prefer to adapt everyday objects into items of restraint and torment.

Metal was pressed around my ankles before the cinches were applied and constricted, and there was another click before the cuffs around my ankles were removed. A sound of metal rubbing against plastic was heard and I was trying to work out what this was, when the straps at the back of my neck were unbuckled before the ball in my mouth was pulled out. It took a few seconds for my Mistress to tease the panties out from the back of my throat, owing to the fact that they were packed in so tight, but the sodden material was extracted with no problem and I was glad to have them removed. However, a moment later I was caught by surprise when a hard plastic sphere was forced between my teeth, and then the ends of a chain were taken around to the back of my neck where they were padlocked together which left me unable to dislodge the object from my mouth.

“Just think, I found that found that 2 inch ball in the children’s toy section. When I saw that it was hollow and had small round holes, I just had to have it. Now, I need to get the rest of your body restrained.”

You’ve turned a kiddie’s plaything into an instrument of bondage on a nude captive!

My captor walked around to my front with three chains and padlocks, and these were used to bind and cinch my legs below and above the knees, and at the upper thighs with the links biting into my skin. One long chain was taken around my chest and arms which was pulled as tight as possible before it was cinched between my arms and my chest, and it was more than a little uncomfortable as the ends were secured together. I had thought that Mistress Zana had finished with binding me, but another chain was wrapped around my waist and lower arms, and cinched between my arms and body with the ends padlocked into place. One thing that puzzled me was the placement of the restraint over my chest, as my nipples were left clear and I thought that would have been the perfect location to put the chains so that my body could be tormented.

“Now, you are truly a slave in chains, and that gag of yours is absolutely exquisite in your mouth.” She said as she hooked her right index finger through the D-ring on my collar, and she pulled my head around to the left and down so that I was bent over the table.

My cheeks must have blushed as I stood in that position, as I felt ashamed of being reduced from a free human being to what amounted to be a piece of property, a thing that my Mistress could do whatever she liked with. Although being made to stand like this was a major embarrassment, I was sure that this was not the only reason why I was having to bend over and my fears were confirmed when I turned my head to my left in order to see what she was up to. One of the other bags was opened, and she withdrew a large hairbrush which was made of metal and flat on one side before she approached me, pushing my body down to the table with her left hand once she was behind me.

“Just so my slave is convinced of my serious nature, I will give her a taste of how severe I may be.” Mistress Dee said as she raised the brush in her right hand.

OW! Please stop! OW, OW, OW, OW, OW!

My six screams through the improvised ball-gag showed just how much each blow on the cheeks on my bottom had hurt, and within I few seconds I had to endure half-a-dozen strikes to the tops of my thighs which were just as painful.

“Oh, that’s just a little tap to your legs. I see that I will have to let you know what it really feels like, and give you something to cry about.”

The pain in my posterior was worse than before as the new spanks were more intense than the previous ones and I screeched as my upper legs were hit by the brush that was wielded by my captor.

“That’s much better. In fact, I really enjoy the sound, so let’s keep this going for a while.”

After a minute, I had lost count of how many times I had been hit on my bottom and legs, but I yelled through my gag at my torment and squirmed in my restraints as I made a frantic but useless attempt to escape from my bonds. In fact, my world became reduced to the recurring agony on my derriere and thighs, and the cries that were emitted from my gagged mouth which became an echo of the sound of each blow.

“Wow, your cheeks are a wonderful shade of red, as are the tops of your legs. I don’t think that I want to cause you too much damage, but I can always warm you up in the future if I desire it. You just stay there for the time being, as I have a few things to prepare in the living room. I will see you in a few minutes.” Mistress Zana said, and she picked up a large bag as she left the kitchen.

What torture does she have for me next? Perhaps she stopped the spanking because she wants the pain to diminish before she continues beating me, but there are other ways to torment a person as she has shown from this morning. She’ll probably try something that affects my mind, rather than my body.

“Stand up straight and turn around slave.”

As I had no wish to suffer any further torment at the hands of the lady that owned me, I lifted my body up as fast as I was able and shuffled around with my feet so that I was facing her with my head bowed.

“Oh, is the poor slave ashamed of herself? Well, that’s as it should be.” She said as she clipped a chain dog lead onto the collar around my neck, and gave a tug on it to indicate that I should move behind her. “Come with me into the living room, I have a special surprise for you.”

My Mistress took a step forward and I knew that I had no choice but to respond, so I followed her by taking a small hop as I had to get used to my present restraints because I felt more than a little unsteady. There was another tug on my lead which suggested that I move forward again, and I felt a little more secure as I made the second jump and then a third. Even though I was able to follow Mistress Zana out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the living room, I was glad that no one was able to see into our house with me as a nude slave in chains.

It took a few minutes for us to reach the closed door of the living room and I was puzzled as to why I wasn’t taken in straight away, but my captor picked up a white cloth strip. “I want this to be a surprise.” She said as she placed the cloth over my eyes, taking it around to the back of my head and tying off the ends, so that I was going to have to move without any vision.

There was the sound of the door opening in front of me, and a jerk on my collar meant that I was going to have to move forward into the room without being able to see around me. Very small hops were the best that I could manage as I made my way into the living room, as my sense of balance was my only reference in the situation that I found myself. The angle of the tugs guided me as to what direction I should take, but I couldn’t know what was going to happen owing to the blindfold over my eyes.

“Stop here.” The dog lead was unclipped from my collar and I was left standing in the living room, with a feeling of complete vulnerability as my captor could inflict anything she wanted on me. “I am going to help you to lie down on your back, so do not put up a fight.” She said as she grasped the chains around my waist and chest, and I bent my legs at the knees so that I could be lowered to the floor, which I suspected was part of her plan for inflicting a new punishment on me, as she pulled me along for a foot or so by my ankles before rolling me onto my right side.

It seemed to me that something cold was wound around the bonds that held my legs together below and above my knees and my heels were brought up to my bottom before a chain was wrapped around the bonds that secured my wrists and ankles. There was a clicking sound behind me, and the inability to move my feet back down let me know that I was in a strict hogtie before a second click meant that whatever had been connected at my knees was locked into place.

“You need to see what is happening as it looks like a lot of fun.” The blindfold was removed from my eyes, and I started to scream and struggle as I saw what was in front of me!

Like the other rooms in the house, the cluster of lights had a large hook in the centre which was installed when my parents moved in, and they were more than capable of taking the weight of a person. Attached to this hook was a large red safety hook with a latch that would prevent it from coming free and connected to that was a red three wheel block and tackle system. The other end with a hook was on the ground, next to my knees and this was attached to a chain that was wrapped around the bonds that kept my knees restrained.

OMG, you’re going to suspend me upside down from my knees, while I’m in a nude hogtie!

My cries of terror grew louder as Mistress Zana pulled on the rope so that I was dragged under the pulley system, and the fight against my bonds became ever more frantic even though it was useless and the links of the chains bit into my flesh.

“It seems that my slave doesn’t like the entertainment that I have provided for her. Naughty slave, I shall have to do something special because of this.”

Something special! Isn’t hanging me upside down by my knees special enough?

The chain between my knees and the hook became taught and I was still shouting through my gag as my legs left the floor with my body dragging under the pulleys. Soon, only my shoulders and head touched the floor as my body was hoisted higher and higher, and it wasn’t long after this point that my suspension was complete with my head raised to the height of my Mistress’s waist.

“Again, you are screaming about nothing so maybe I should give you something to scream about.” She said as she took hold of my chest chain, and she pulled my body so that it was fifteen degrees from the vertical before letting go which caused me to become a human pendulum. “Now that’s worth screaming for.” She said as she took delight in the fear that I was suffering as I swung away and towards her, and I had to endure this torment again and again with the irrational terror that I was going to fall.

“Do you want to stop me to stop you from swinging? I’ll only start it again if you ask for it? I promise.”

Seeing as you have promised, maybe I’ll accept it.

I nodded my head and the swinging was halted as my body was held by my captor, while I sighed with relief as this torment had ended for the time being. This proved to be a mistake on my part, as I should never have expected my captor to be this generous in her actions. There was another cry from between my gagged lips as she picked up an item from a bag, and I recognised it as the same improvised nipple clamp set which I had used on Iris when I kidnapped and assaulted her on the Friday night.

You’re adding another torture to this.

“I see that you know what these are and what they do, which save me having to explain things to you.” She said as she approached me with the clothes pins, although I struggled, this proved to be useless in shifting my position which meant that I could do nothing but hang there, and I realised why she hadn’t covered my nipples with the chest chain earlier. I let out a loud scream as one of the clothes pins was used to crush my right nipple, and this was followed by a cry that was equal in volume to the first as the flesh of my left breast was tormented with the other pin.

“This is where it gets very entertaining.” She said as she hooked the middle and index fingers of her right hand around the twine, and pulled me away from the vertical with the agony growing in my nipples. “Do let me know when you want me to let go.”

That’s it, I either suffer the terror of swinging or the excruciating torture of my nipples.

As my captor pulled harder on the string the agony reached a point where I could no longer endure it, so I nodded my head in surrender, at which point she released it, which meant that I had to suffer by swinging back and forth again. After my body had come to a stop, I was tortured again by this method for three more times before the clamps were removed from my nipples.

“I am going to lower you to the floor now, so don’t worry.” My Mistress said as she took hold of the rope, and I was lowered to the floor in a gentle manner so that my head and neck weren’t injured in any way. The hook was unlatched from the chain that connected it to my knees, and the chain itself was unlocked before my knees were brought up to my chest. The chain was wrapped around the chain above my knees and the one around my chest before it was padlocked so that I was left in a ‘ball-chain’ on the floor.

“I don’t want you seeing the next surprise.” Mistress Zana said as I was dragged along the floor on my right side, and the texture changed from carpet to something unusual. There was the sound of something scraping together and this was accompanied by the peeling of duct tape, which was unusual as none of it was applied to my body. This sound was happening all around me, and I couldn’t comprehend what was happening as my blindfold prevented me from seeing anything.

“I think that my slave needs to find out what is going on.” She said as she removed my blindfold and I screamed at the situation that I found myself in.

I’m inside a cardboard box, and only the top is open! The box must have been taped together after I had been dragged onto it, and it was just large enough to hold me in the ball-tied position that I was in, with all of the edges taped so that they were solid.

“I have a few things to do, so I’ll see you in a few hours. If I were you, I wouldn’t scream or struggle in your little prison.”

No! Don’t do this! Please, you can’t leave me in here! I watched in horror as the cardboard above me was folded over, and there was no light at all as the top edges of the box were fastened with duct tape so that there was a perfect seal.

“Have fun in there.” Her voice was faint and I didn’t even know if she was there or not as panic overtook me, causing me to scream and struggle in my fear.

This isn’t a prison, it’s a coffin!
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Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 5

Postby skybird137 » Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:37 am

Part 5

It took a while for me to gain a measure of self-control in my sealed tomb and I managed to bring a halt to my struggles but my breaths were still quick and deep. After my initial panic had subsided, I realised that there was no genuine threat, but this was another part of the punishment that had been laid out for me. Although I was calm at the moment, this may not last once the air inside the box became stuffy and this would be the time when I would need to conserve the remaining air or fall unconscious.

I wanted to be able to slow my breathing down and get some rest, but the fear of not waking up compelled me to remain alert, even though this thought was an irrational one as my captor wasn’t going to let me suffer any ill effects from my present confinement. There was no indication of how much time had passed as I lay on my side in the darkness, and there were no sounds from outside the box but that may mean that Madame Zana was just being quiet as she sorted other items out for the purpose of my torment.

Trying to move in my present bondage was impossible as the ball-tie chain didn’t permit me to even squirm, which meant that the possibility of getting cramps in my legs would be more probable than suffering any dire fate. This particular punishment allowed me to think about why I was going through it, and I wondered why I felt so guilty in situations, because as this only seemed to start after a certain age as I can remember the first argument that I had with my ste- babysitter.

There I go again, it’s almost as if I have a taboo on using the title. Maybe it’s because Iris has never asked me to refer to her by that relationship, which isn’t uncommon in these circumstances. The date when it started must have some kind of relevance to my problem, as I can’t understand why it didn’t happen before. It could be that I am capable of understanding, but it’s just that I won’t admit it to myself.

This in itself was unusual, as I had never reached the point where I realised that the first time I had felt so much guilt was so important in relation to my problem, but this wasn’t like any of my previous corrections. There was either overwhelming guilt, the spanking itself, or afterward when I put any idea of my guilt out of my head. Last night was the first time that I referred to Iris as my step- as my stepmother, and that was because of the way that I was treated when I refused to write it down. It was at this moment that an unpleasant thought entered my head about how I could find out the truth about my guilt, and I had to decide whether I could bear to go through the process of finding out.

Oh no, if I want to discover what is behind all of this, I may have to ask Mistress Zana to force it out of me, as this may be the only way to get to the bottom of this. I will need to build up my courage to ask her, but she may work it out on her own.

My thoughts were brought back to my present situation when I heard a slicing sound and a shaft of light appeared in the box as a knife cut the tape away, which meant that my present confinement was at an end. I don’t think that I had ever felt so relieved in my life when the flaps were lifted up before the box was taken apart, and I was dragged away from the bottom so that it could be folded up and carried out of the room.

“I think that my useless slave has had enough of a rest inside her little cell, and she needs to get warmed up before I can start her next bit of fun.” Mistress Zana said as she re-entered the room, kneeling in front of me so that the chain which bound my chest to my knees could be removed. The hogtie chain was unlocked before it was unwound from my wrists and ankles, and I was pulled up by my elbow chains so that I was forced to stand on my feet.

“I seem to remember that a certain young whore demanded that a form of torment should be applied to her when she was due to be punished again. Seeing as she was so eager to experience this type of suffering, I would be very remiss if I didn’t inflict this torture on her for the remainder of her imprisonment.” The torturer said as she picked up the improvised nipple clamps, and I realised that there was going to be no respite from my torment if those pins were going to remain attached to my body.

My request was stupid, as I discovered just how much they hurt when I was suspended upside down. That was only for a short time, but they will be a constant torture to my body from now on.

As my captor approached me with the pins, I ended up trying to hop backwards but I almost ended up falling down, which meant that I had to stand there as she halted in front of me. “You must hate these with a passion if you attempted such a risky manoeuvre, just so that you could create a slight delay in having them applied to your body. However, I can make sure that you stay where you are.” Mistress Zana said as she gripped my chest chain with her left hand while holding one of the pins in her right, and the grip of the peg was open as it was placed around my left nipple.

Shit! Oh shit, that was even worse than before, but I was terrified from hanging upside down at the time. OH FUCK! Fuckfuckfuck!

When I applied these pins to my stepmother on the Friday night, I thought that I would have been far more resistant to their effects if they were used on me, but the screams through my gagged mouth were an audible indication to my captor that I was suffering just as much.

Please don’t twist them, please don’t twis- FUUUUUCK!

“You must have thought that you were so tough when you made your boastful demand, but here you are, screaming like any other captive who has had to suffer nipple torture. Now, hop to the kitchen as you need to warm up before I turn up the heat.”

How can you turn up the heat on this? It already hurts so much, and you will pull on the cord if I don’t do as you ask.

Any hope that I had of being able to do this without any suffering disappeared after my first hop, when the pins moved on their own accord and caused me to squeal through my gag at the pain. After another three hops, the desire to halt for a few seconds held me in place, but I cried out as the twine was pulled by my captor who lost no time in showing me the punishment for tardiness. After making two more stops, which were a bad idea as I was made to regret it when my Mistress pulled on the string connecting the clothespins, I managed to make it into the kitchen.

“Turn around and head for the living room.” The woman said with a smile “You should have the full hopping experience covered then.”

Turning around was even more painful as there was the twisting effect on the pins as well as the vertical movement, but I didn’t want the added torment of the twine being pulled which would have made it worse. As I travelled back to the living room, Mistress Zana went ahead of me but she returned after less than a minute in order to check on my progress, and make sure that I didn’t take a breather.

“You can take your time if you want, but you should know what I’ll do by now. Once you are in the middle of the living room, I won’t make you jump around for a while.”

That was enough of an incentive to encourage me to keep moving, although every hop was an act of self-torture as the pegs flicked my crushed nipples when I moved. After another minute had passed, I was at the door of the living room and I noticed that the hook was about chest height, which gave me cause to worry about the next stage of my correction. Refusing to move towards the hook would earn me another jerk on the twine, which I wanted to avoid, so I moved over so that the hook was right in front of me.

“I knew that you would be prompt if you were given the right reason to hurry. Now let’s hook you up.” She said as she took hold of my chest chains with her left hand while pushing down the latch on the hook with her right, and I was relieved as this shouldn’t be too bad. The chain was lifted away from my body with the hook being taken towards it, and I was thinking that this was going to be a little uncomfortable when I would be lifted up by my chest.

NO!

The hook was connected to the twine that held the clothes pegs together, and I realised that the whole process had been a ruse to lull me into a false sense of security. You’re going to lift me up by my nipples.

“Did you really think that it was going to be easy for you?” Mistress Zana said as the rope on the block and tackle was pulled, and I watched in horror as the hook was raised up, which meant that I would be subjected to my new torture in less than a minute.

The hook reached a point which caused the string to become taut, and I ended up screeching as my nipples were stretched by the clothes pegs which had been lifted up. The only way I could relieve the torment to my chest was to stand in the balls of my feet, which served to amuse the woman who was torturing me.

“I wonder how long you will be able to stay like that before your legs weaken.” My captor said as she sat on the settee. “The desperation on your face is such a wonderful sight, and it is providing me with an enjoyable view.”

It was hard to maintain my balance as I stood there, and my little movements to keep in place caused the pegs to torment my nipples which forced me to yelp as I struggled in my helplessness. After some minutes had gone by, I could feel the strain building in my leg muscles which forced me to lower my body, but I cried out as my nipples ended up being stretched again. This situation could only be endured for so long before I had to lift myself up on my feet, and the pain in my calf muscles increased at a faster rate than before. This double torture continued with me having to choose between my legs and my nipples having to suffer which reminded me of the torment that I had put my stepmother through on the Friday night.

Although I tried to stay up on my feet, in the end this proved to be impossible, and I emitted scream after scream as I almost hung from my nipples in front of my Mistress, who seemed to wait forever before coming over and lowering the hook so that the pain in my nipples could diminish to a strong ache.

“I think that you should be placed in a different position for a while, so that your legs can be given some time to recover.” She said as the hook was unlatched from the twine before it was lowered to around waist height.

The chains that bound my arms to my body were removed, with the one around my waist being unwound before my chest chain was unlocked, but when this chain was loosened, the links brushed against the clothes pegs which caused me to yell out in pain. One end of my chest chain was locked to the D-ring on my collar, and the other end was taken around my ankle bonds before it was looped back through the ring. As the chain was pulled I was forced to bend over to the point where my body was parallel to the ground and my position was at the least precarious when the chain was locked into pace by another padlock.

My worries about falling over came to an end as the hook was latched to the chain around my wrists, and my hands were hoisted into the air until they were high above my back. There was a new predicament to deal with as my shoulder joints were stretched to their limit, and each little sway of my body caused me to bite on my gag, so that I could avoid crying out at my new punishment.

At least my nipples aren’t being tormented anymore, so this isn’t too bad.

As soon as I thought about this, I wondered if I was jinxed as my evil captor opened up one of the bags and took out two padlocks before walking up to me. No, pleas- NO! NO! Each padlock was secured around the twine before they were lifted up and dropped so that my nipples would be pulled and tormented in the process, which caused my body to jerk in response as my shoulders were pained.

“I think that it’s time we whipped you into shape.” Mistress Zana reached into another bag and took out four thin bamboo canes that had been bound together at one end. “This is such a useful piece of equipment, as it has the impact value of a large cane, yet it has the flexibility of narrow strips. It’s going to be interesting to see your reaction from this.”

Seeing her stand to my left with this whip while she faced me caused me to struggle in my bonds, even though my nipples and shoulders suffered as a result, but it was all to no avail as I received the fist stroke against the cheeks of my bottom. This was worse than anything I had experienced before at the hands of my Mistress, and I guessed that she had even more horrible things prepared for me. There were five more blows to my unprotected posterior, and I screamed out at each one as I bit down hard on my gag in a reflex action. There were secondary tortures from my caning, as I jerked in my bonds whenever the whip hit me which caused my shoulders to suffer, and the padlocks on the end of the twine that was attached to the clothes pegs shifted as well, adding pain to my nipples.

It was my calves that were beaten next, as a half-dozen blows landed against the muscles, before my captor concentrated on my lower thighs which made me feel as if my legs were going to give way. Another six hit my upper thighs, and this felt almost as bad as when my bottom was hit, but it was the knowledge that my posterior would be hit soon that scared me with the cycle starting all over again.

“You are a useless whore, and you deserve to be punished forever for the crimes that you committed against your mother.”

There was a surprising effect of the punishment as it was being inflicted on me, because I was starting to feel anger about the way I was being treated, and I had never experienced this before during a situation like this.

“I can’t even see why your stepmother bothered with you at all, as you are a complete waste of time. But then again, she was incompetent as she is responsible for the way that you turned out.”

How dare you speak about my stepmother like that! She is worth ten of you, and she- and she-, what is wrong with me, why can’t a say certain things?

The anger inside my grew as Mistress Zana made her derogatory comments, especially when they were directed against my stepmother, and even though my whipping was still going on with the pain in my legs and bottom increasing, the punishment wasn’t subduing my feelings.

“I should stop hitting you as you are such a pathetic creature.” Mistress Zana said as the whip was put back in the bag. “I think the nipple torture with you was far more effective, and it was on a par with the one that you did to your stepmother on Friday night. Her complete failure in bringing you up correctly means that she deserved everything that happened to her, and I can understand why you did it to her as you must absolutely hate your stepmother.”

I was so enraged by this comment that I screamed out at my Mistress, who seemed to be taken aback by my expression of hate. I don’t hate my stepmother! I l-, I l-, I can’t even say it to myself, but I don’t hate her though!

“My, it seems that the slut has become a little outspoken and rebellious in her attitude. This is a most unexpected turn of events and requires some extra special treatment. I think that you are going to suffer far worse and I’ll get you to confess the truth about your crimes. This means that your gag will be removed, and you won’t even have the benefit of it to bite down on when you are in agony. It’s time for the pain giver.”

I looked on as my torturer walked over to a box, and I became terrified when she opened it up and took something out...
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Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 5

Postby Switcher13 » Fri Jun 06, 2014 11:48 pm

Oh wow! You weren't kidding when you said it would be rougher. But I like it!

Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby skybird137 » Fri Jun 13, 2014 12:38 pm

Part 6

It’s an electric flyswatter in the shape of a tennis racquet, but there are two extra batteries taped to the grip which means that this will hurt three times as much!

When I was younger, I was foolish enough to tap one of these devices against my left palm while the power was on and I screamed out from the pain, so it was no wonder that I went into a frenzied struggle as Mistress Zana approached me.

“Oh dear, does the helpless harlot finally realise what is going to happen to her?” My captor said as she inserted a key into the padlock at the back of my neck before turning it and releasing the chain that held the plastic ball inside my mouth. “It’s going to be fun to make you state how useless your stepmother is.” The ball was removed from my mouth and I moved my lower jaw up and down so that I could try to remove the aching in my muscles that was caused by my mouth being locked into place.

“Now, my bondage bitch, I think that it’s time to get the truth out of you.” She said as she stood facing me on my left, so that she would be able to strike me with the new device. “First, why do you hate your stepmother so much?” There were six blows on my bottom by the fly zapper, and I screamed out in response as my rear seemed to be on fire as I was hit again and again. “Come on, why do you hate her?”

“I don’t hate her, I don’t!” I said as I again struggled against the bonds that restrained me.

“Then (strike) why (strike) did (strike) you (strike) torture (strike) her (strike)?”

It took a few seconds to regain my composure because of my suffering, but I was not going to let her beat me down.

“I didn’t think that I would torture her, I had read her stories and as she liked them, I decided that it would make a great present for her!”

“Are you trying to tell me a ridiculous story that you did this out of affection? Why?” When I hesitated to answer the question, my posterior received six more spanks from the terrible device which encouraged me to respond.

“Yes, it was out of affection. My stepmother has been so kind to me, that I wanted to do something that would pay her back after everything she’s done.”

“Personally, I don’t see why you should have bothered in doing anything for her. That woman is so clearly incompetent that she couldn’t even bring you up right, and you screwed things up so bad because of your lack of knowledge.”

“How dare you! My stepmother is worth ten of you! She stepped in after my birth mum died and after dad passed away she devoted herself to raising me, even sacrificing any chance of having a career in the process!”

“You rebellious little slut!” Even though I did my best to remain silent, there were half a dozen cries from me as I was whipped with the racquet. “Yet, you feel these bouts of guilt with your stepmother. Why didn’t this happen with your father? After all, it never happened when he was alive.”

“I- I can’t tell you.” This response earned me further spanks from the fly swatter, and I wondered how much longer I would have to endure the agony. “Things were different when dad was still around, even when you did something wrong you didn’t feel guilty like this. I bet that it was because you loved your mum and dad, and resent the fact that your stepmother has taken their place.”
“I don’t resent her at all, she is everything to me and the most important person in the world!” At this point I was becoming so angry at Mistress Zana that I didn’t care if I was hit for my tone of voice. “I- I-“ My stuttering was interrupted by screams as I was hit time after time by the devices, and I thought that I would pass out, but it felt to me as if something else was breaking inside me, a kind of barrier that had existed since the death of my father.

“So, what is your emotional connection to your stepmother?” The woman said in a soft voice as she lowered the device to the floor.

“I love her! Okay you’ve heard it from my own two lips!” This was a surprise even to me, as I had somehow buried it deep, but now it was dug up and out in the open.

The attitude of my captor had changed and her voice remained at a soft tone. “Is that why you have felt so guilty when things went wrong? Is it because you love her and you haven’t told her?” She said as she unlocked the chain that bound my collar to my ankles.

“Yes.” I said as tears started to form in my eyes. “There’s been so many times that I wanted to tell my stepmother how much I love her, but I was never able to do it.”

“You have told your mother and father that you love them, so what is the difference between this and telling your stepmother?”

Seeing as my barriers were down due to the situation, I was able to understand why I have ended up behaving in such a bizarre manner and it was amazing to realise just how irrational it was. It had started at an early age, however, and it had become reinforced when I was eleven years old, which meant that I was unable to comprehend it at the time.

“Because my mother and father are dead! I told them that I loved them and they passed away!”

“So, you were terrified of telling Iris that you love her because she might die if you do.”

“Yes, I don’t want to lose her as well.” I wanted to say more, but the final wall was shattered and the tears rolled down my cheeks as I started to sob. My stepmother lowered the block and tackle before it was unhooked from my wrist chain and she lowered me to a sitting position on the floor, where she hugged me in her arms as she burst into tears. We must have made quite a site in that room, step mother and daughter crying their eyes out, with one dressed as a dominatrix while the other was in nude chain bondage.

After the crying was over, my stepmother helped me to stand up as she said “No more words at the moment, let’s just get some rest on the settee for the time being.” I took small hops as I made my way over to the sofa with her helping me, and she sat down before helping me onto her lap, giving me a nice soft cuddle as I rested my head on her left shoulder. After the recent eruption of emotion that we had both experienced, I felt relieved and tired so I snuggled into her and closed my eyes as I relaxed in her tender hug…

We must have both been exhausted by the events of the weekend as it was nearly six o’clock in the evening when I woke up, and my sudden movement roused my stepmother from her sleep.

“What is it, honey?” She said as her dazed expression changed.

“Sorry mum, I just woke up.” It was only after I spoke that I realised what I had said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- well, I did mean to, but I shouldn’t have said it like that without checking if you were okay with it.” My cheeks must have been blushing with the embarrassment that I had inflicted on myself at this point.

“It’s okay, you know that you can call me anything you like and if you want to call me mum, I will be very flattered.” Mum said as she smoothed my hair.

“Mum, I’m sorry for what I did to you on Friday evening and Saturday, I didn’t realise just how much I would end up screwing things up for you and I caused you so much distress.”

“I’m not sorry.”

That was a comment which took me by surprise because of what had happened. “I put you through all kinds of torments, and then you had to become other people, cruel people to help me.”

“Jodi, daughter, it’s because of what has happened that I’m not sorry. As a result we have got to the bottom of why you suffer your guilt trips, and I am very thankful for this. ”

“Where do we go from here though, mum? After all I did end up crossing over a few boundaries with what I did to you, even though you enjoyed it in the end.”

“In a literal sense we will be going to the solicitors’ tomorrow morning, because I am in a position of trust over you at present. It’s a good thing that you have teacher training this Monday. Anyway, we can start a legal process which will make you into your own person, with me no longer being your guardian. That will mean we will be equals under that law and you will also be provided with a monthly income.”

“Why would we need to do that, mum?”

“Well if we didn’t there could be accusations that I am misusing my position for a start, and neither of us wants that complication in our lives. That means no more bondage or tying up until this is sorted out, but it should be ironed out quickly. Seeing as this is the case, I’ll free my helpless daughter so that she can freshen up and get dressed while I clean up downstairs.”

I stood up with my mum rising from the settee and she took out a set of keys before removing the padlocks that held the chains in place. “I had bought a lot more than this, Jodi, but I’m thankful that I didn’t have to use it.”

“Perhaps Madam Zana could use them again, so long as she’s not so brutal about it next time.” I said as the chains were unwound. “By the way, where did you get the clothing from?”

“Well, Ian liked them so much when I was on stage that he bought them after the plays were over. There were times that I spent all night long bound and gagged in the clothing, either as a captive dominatrix or a kidnapped police officer.” The last of the chains was removed and I was free at last. “Anyway, you need to clean up.”

I left the living room as mum started to put away the items, although my movements were a little stiff as I made my way up to the bathroom to clean up after the long ordeal that I had endured. Once I had dried myself off, I went into my bedroom and put on a pair of white cotton pyjamas before covering them with a white dressing gown. As going downstairs would mean getting in the way of my mother, well my second mother, I thought that it would be best if I waited for her to come to me, so rested on the bed as I considered how our life together would continue.

There was the sound of mum coming up the stairs and entering the bathroom and after about a quarter of an hour, she left there and walked into her bedroom. Maybe about another ten minutes had gone by when there was a knock on my door.

“Are you okay in there, Jodi?”

“I’m fine, mum. I was just waiting for you to get cleaned and changed before I went back downstairs.” I got up from my bed and walked over to the door, which I opened to discover that my mother was dressed in an identical white outfit, but this shouldn’t be a surprise due to the symbolism of the colour. “Shall we go downstairs and order something to eat?”

When we were in the living room, mum ordered some Chinese take-away and after it arrived, I put on an animated movie so that we could watch it while we were eating our meal. Once the food and the film ended we chatted about what we might do once I was my own person, and sort of rules we needed to put in place given our new relationship, especially areas like conduct and safe-words.

Time passed as we talked, and it came to a point when the clock was nearing twelve, which meant we should get a full night’s sleep after our weekend adventure. “Honey, you still look tired so perhaps it’s time to go and get some rest as we have the visit to our solicitors’ in the morning.”

“You’re right mum.” I said as I started to yawn. “This has been weekend like no other, and I’m looking forward to resting on my bed without any torment.”

We both got up and made sure that everything was switched off before we left the living room in order to go upstairs, and we paused when we were outside mum’s bedroom where we hugged each other for a few minutes.

“I love you, mum.” I said as I hugged her one last time before letting go, and even though it sounds too sugary, this was something that I had held inside for a long, long time so I decided that I should be allowed a little leeway as I was on an emotional high.

“I love you too, Jodi.” Mum as she released grip on me and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “You are to go straight to bed, and if I catch you switching on your computer, you are going to be punished.”

“Okay mum, I’ll be good. Goodnight.” There was a clicking from mum’s door which indicated that she had gone to bed, so entered my room and shut the door before I switched off the light. As I climbed into bed the tiredness of the past few days caught up with me and my last thoughts of the night were about sorting out the barriers so that there would be no complications.

Seeing as dad sorted everything out beforehand, it should be relatively easy...


However it became a little more complicated than that, plus biology and timing threw a few very large spanners in the works, but that’s for another time...


The End – For Now
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Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Jun 13, 2014 2:13 pm

Nice end. It was interesting who Jodi feel. I look forward what come next :)
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby skybird137 » Fri Jun 13, 2014 10:45 pm

I'm glad that you liked it, and there will be more in the future.


However, I will be taking a short break from this series as I have ended up creating a long story over the past two months.

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Jun 14, 2014 1:35 am

Hallo skybird I understand on other side your story have triggered my fantasy. Form both gift other stories witch show what the like, perhaps scenes that can be mixed to that get on her 18 birthday a tattoo could say the same as dog tag or similar if she find new partner in high school or Univariate and Jodi get her Pizza Boy. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby The Wrapster » Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:29 am

Let me just add my congratulations on a well-written and enjoyable story!!

Re: Jodi's Punishment F/F Part 6 End

Postby skybird137 » Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:33 am

Thank you for taking the time to read my mediocre tale.