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 GAIL'S LONG DAY.

   BY

   MISS IRENE CLEARMONT.





   AN ADULT TALE OF FEMALE DOMINATION.





   The copyright for this ADULT fiction is held by Miss Irene Clearmont ,
2012.  You are warned that what comes next is sexually orientated fiction
that features the domination of a man by numerous deviant women.
Synopsis:

   Gail is a spouse that gets mistreated in the most graphic and painful
way.  This is Gail's story, the story of just one single day of her life. A
day on which she reflects on what happened to her, how she came to be
subjugated by women who have no interest in anything other than her
obedience, no matter what the orders are that are given!  How she found
herself lower than the pet that is spoiled.  The day starts at five and
never seems to end for the maid that has been imprisoned, confined and
mistreated in order to create the perfect submissive servant.  The action
bounces between the here and now and the past events that led to total loss
of freedom, total service and total humiliation.  What begins with
breakfast ends in female led violation!

   This tale is complete, but has affinities with the novel
..Valedictions.. by the same author.

   It is just one day, just one long, long day for Gail.  Irene
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   Gail's Long Day -------------------------- Morning, Noon, Evening and
Night.

   Morning --------------

   The dim light of dawn breaking lit the kitchen in dim light as Gail
opened the shutters and stood for a moment looking out into the garden on
which the dew was like a subtle coat of grey.  Today was the day of the big
party and the preparation had to begin.  In just thirteen hours, the first
guests would arrive and everything had to be ready for the guests, friends
and others that were due to arrive.  Food, flowers, clothes and outfits all
needed to be prepared.  Champagne had to be cooled, snacks laid prettily on
platters for the buffet and everything had to be just perfect for Janine
and Pauli.  It would mean a great deal of work, but there would be no room
for mistakes, because perfection was expected and had to be provided. 
Would be provided, else the punishment would be severe.

   Gail sighed and turned from the window to begin the breakfast that would
be served at seven.  On the colder days that had now arrived, a full
English breakfast was to be prepared, so Gail started to lay out the eggs,
bacon and other components on the work surface.  As she always did at this
time when she was alone, she dreamed of times past and her hopes for the
future.  The past was just a pile of faded memories like dog-eared
postcards lying forgotten in a drawer or a box in the loft.

   They had been good, those times, and the memories were a reminder that
her whole life had not been spent in service, but they were gone and
completed and the here and now was the only thing that really mattered.  As
for the future, she just wished a day at a time!  Perhaps she could satisfy
Janine and Pauli so that they would be a little less demanding, a little
less inclined to punish her for her mistakes and life would be bearable.

   'But that's just a pipe dream,' thought Gail as she stared to polish the
glasses that would be needed for the party.

   So she worked at buffing the glasses and carefully lined them up ready
for use.  It did not help that she was not allowed to switch on the lights
and so had to work by the dawn light.  She glanced up at the clock and
decided that she had half an hour before the breakfast needed to be ready,
so she started organizing the pastry and the other things that had to be
done.  Carefully she lined up all the ingredients and kitchen tools so that
they would be at hand before she suddenly remembered that Pauli had told
her to make sure that all the various clothes were laid out and ready for
her two superiors.  A glance at the clock told her that she had just ten
minutes so she headed upstairs as fast as she could without making a noise.


   The chains that joined her ankles always made the stairs a tricky
prospect, especially if she was in a hurry and the high heels of her boots
were a further hindrance.  The heels were needle thin and her toes just
touched the ground as she carefully took one step at a time.  She had been
in the boots for three years now, but it was still tricky on the thick
carpet that covered each stair.  At the top of the stairs she glanced along
the long corridor and checked to see if all the warning lights were green.

   They were, except of course the three rooms that she was not allowed in.
The master bedroom, the playroom and the room where Sally was kept.  So she
walked to the door of the dressing room and made a last check.  Yes!  The
small light showed green so she could enter without the sensors in her
punishment collar reacting and admonishing her for her mistake.  Gail
opened the door and the light came on automatically.  She leafed through
all the clothes and made the selection, laying them out on the table with
great care to make sure that they were presented properly, with all buttons
and zips open, ready to be slipped on with the minimum of fuss.  Then she
chose three pairs of shoes for each of her owners and placed them neatly on
the floor under the clothes that she had prepared.  With a last look she
realized that she had forgotten to select a crop and gloves for Janine, so
she selected the everyday instrument of correction and the red leather
gloves ready to be used if her mistress decided that they would be needed.

   As Gail left, she closed the door quietly behind her and hurried down to
the kitchen to prepare the breakfast.  There had been a time when this
house was hers, bought with the proceeds of her parent's will all those
years ago.  Now it was a modern and luxurious prison that she had to serve
in!  Fitted with detection devices, zoned into areas as the new owners had
decided and restricted for the maid who had not been outside at all for
four years now.

   As Gail prepared the breakfast and made the coffee she made sure that it
was all perfect.  Toast done one side for Pauli and both sides for Janine,
bacon rindless and the eggs just perfect.  Finally it was done and she
checked the clock.  In just two minutes the light would go green above the
master bedroom and she had better be waiting with the breakfast ready to
enter.  As she tottered up the stairs with the silver tray she was struck
by a sudden thought that almost made her drop the tray in fright. 
Yesterday evening Janine has told her to make sure that the crop that she
prepared was the wicked glass fiber rod and not the soft leather crop with
the whip end!  Gail hurried up the stairs just in time to see the small
indicator over the dressing room switch from green to red and the master
bedroom from red to green!  Frantically she wondered if she would have the
opportunity to change the choice that she had laid out, but she knew that
there would be no chance.  Sally still had to be fed and then Gail had to
prepare the living room for her owners.

   A tear welled in her eye at the thought that she had made a mistake and
Janine would be sure to notice that error and punish her intensely.  Gail
put down the tray for a moment and carefully dabbed the tears away and made
sure that her make-up was perfect.  Long lashes that fluttered like
feathers, deep blue that faded to pale azure around those lashes and deep
red pouting lips that swelled with the last Botox that had been
administered just a day ago.  The make-up was severe and made her look like
a well-manicured whore and the rest of her grooming was in tune with that
general theme.  Long nails, delicately painted with black and then swirls
of silver, hair tied into two long bunches that hung over her ears, a ring
that pierced her nose and dangled over her upper lip and studs that ringed
her ears with delicate sparkles of twenty gemstones.

   When Gail was sure that she was acceptable, she picked up the tray and
entered the master bedroom with her eyes downcast and the wiggle in her
hips that Pauli so liked her to show.  The boots came to just under her
knees, bright red patent leather with laces on both sides; they showed her
calves' feminine shape so well.  Stockings that showed the lacy tops just
at the hem of the clear plastic skirt that allowed constant inspection of
thighs, sex and her generous hips.  She wore a corset that was laced tight
to give a delicious curve to her waist that swelled to lift her large
breasts into view, the pierced nipples showing just clear of the black edge
of the corset.

   As she entered he sumptuous room she saw that both of her owners were
just waking to her entrance.  They lay curled into each other like the
lovers that they were.  Pauli's leg casually draped over Janine's hip.  As
usual she laid the tray on the small elegant table by the end of the bed
and opened the curtains to allow the morning light to flood into the room.
Janine yawned and snuggled into her lover with a small kiss to the back and
then looked up at Gail and smiled.

   "I'm just ready for a coffee, Gail, dear," she said as she tickled Pauli
to wake up her companion.

   Pauli turned and smiled before kissing Janine on the lips with a tender
kiss that lingered and allowed tongues to meet briefly and then part.

   "Mmm, love the smell of that breakfast, dear.  Pass it over please,"
yawned Pauli.

   Janine sat up and allowed the bedclothes to fall from her with a casual
and sensuous movement.  Her pert breasts with the delicate flower tattoos
firm and inviting.  Gail passed the tray to Janine who held it up while
Pauli got settled and comfortable.

   Pauli sipped the coffee and sighed with satisfaction while Gail stood
still and straight and waited for either dismissal or further orders.  It
seemed that the two lovers in bed simply wanted to enjoy the excellent
breakfast and also the fact that Gail was forced to wait until they decided
that they had enjoyed the sight of their maid watching them eat all the
while knowing that scraps and her awful usual morning meal was to be her
lot.

   Pauli put down the coffee and beckoned Gail to her and reached out in a
lazy fashion towards her sex.  Obligingly Gail lifted the clear rubber
dress and waited for Pauli to inspect her as she often did with a flutter
of the fingers and a sly smile at her uncomfortable confinement.  That was
the irony of the two female lovers!  Pauli and Janine were both women who
lived with the sissy-husband that they had subjugated and feminized.  Gail
had been Gerry until just four years ago; just a year after Pauli had begun
her affair with Janine and helped create the maid who had once been a
husband and lover.

   Four years after that moment of capitulation, Pauli had at last got what
she had wanted all along as she led a curious Janine down the path of
becoming the mistress who was perhaps even more cruel and strict with her
fallen husband than Pauli.

   Gail's little prick was caged, subdued and punished by having to wear a
metal tube that ensured that she was always in a state of arousal, but
never able to be fulfilled.  A ring captured the base of that manhood and
ensured that it was confined by the curved tube that allowed the pink
tattooed tip to rub against whatever dress she was forced to wear.  Her
tiny balls were at stretched by the weights that contained the final part
of the electronic device that could administer small pulses and vibrations
to them.  All controlled by the steel collar that was now permanently
welded around her neck.

   As Pauli's hand touched the bright pink tip of that prick there was a
beginning of an erection to be seen.  A slight swelling that was
constrained by the tight metal, a ruined erection that always triggered the
onset of a programmed series of punishments and vibrations that only ceased
when Gail dribbled her emission from the small eye in her cock.  Janine
laughed as she saw Gail quiver with emotion and the movement of the probe
that penetrated her delicate ass.  It rubbed and vibrated in sympathy with
the weights that perched on those tender balls and slowly brought the
hapless man-maid to a climax that was no climax.  A milking that produced
pure and endless cream in dribbles to drip onto stockings and boots as Gail
stood as still as possible while her owners enjoyed watching her suffer
from an intense pleasure that was never completed.

   While Gail quivered and suffered the attentions of her electronic
constraints the two women in bed carried on a normal conversation.  While
the intruder in Gail's ass sought out her inner sensitivities and forced
yet another slow dribbling ejaculation that was no climax.

   "What are you going to wear tonight"" asked Pauli of her lover. 
"Something kinky and shiny or are you going for the party frock and heels""

   Janine laughed and winked at Pauli.

   "I had it in mind to wear that nice Vuitton frock with the Choo shoes,"
said Janine, "but then all our guests have seen both of them before and I
really don't want to appear tired.  So I am going to throw myself into
something that I bought just three weeks ago for your delectation.  It's a
bit of a surprise really, so don't press me to spoil the fun!"

   Pauli ran her hand along Janine's thigh under the covers and blew her a
kiss.

   All the while, Gail was undergoing the slow milking by her chastity
device.  The probe in her rear stroked her prostate with a soft motion; the
whole probe vibrated stretching and tickling her sphincter gently.  The
heavy ring on her balls pulsed small, gentle shocks that caused the muscles
in her balls and the base of her prick to quiver and rub the skin and the
clear rubber dress rubbed against the lipstick-bright tip of her cock.

   Janine pushed the tray with the finished breakfast on it to one side and
turned to look at Gail.

   "If you start your usual weeping, Gail, I shall attend to you most
severely.  I know that you are at heart a good little maid, but sometimes
you just seem to resent the fact that I am allowed a little pleasure at
your expense.  You are my husband and should be proud to serve me,
especially since I have seen fir to keep you continually nice and excited."

   Six years ago Janine and Gerry had been married and living quite a
normal suburban life.  He was the stock analyst, she the
desperate-housewife with a longing for excitement.  Gerry was the well paid
earner and Janine was the woman who dreamed of romance and variety that she
could see no way of grasping.  Then two things had happened.  The first was
that she met Pauli, a southern Italian woman who offered so much in one
package, the second thing was the win on the lottery.  Pauli was plump,
wide hipped and smooth and sexy in a way that was indescribably erotic to
Janine.  Huge breasts that flopped over her chest like luscious pillows.  A
round face with pouting lips and a pussy that needed so much attention to
keep it blissful and satisfied.  The affair that began in a cocktail-bar
and then a hotel room ripened in bed and matured at home.  The husband that
had been such a focus and earner became irrelevant when Janine won the
lottery and found love between the thighs of a woman who regarded men as at
best, servants for her use.

   Gail started to weep.

   She had tried so hard to hold onto Janine, the love of her life.  She
had tried to accommodate the Italian lover in her wife's bed.  The cuckoo
cuckold in the marriage bed.  Gail had tried to work around the 'difficult
situation' of being betrayed by a woman.  She had submitted to becoming the
drudge and almost-servant while his wife dallied with Pauli in bed.  Step
by small step she had slithered down the slide until nothing was now beyond
Janine's power.  Gail had tried to get therapy and then she had slowly
found that Pauli was having an effect on Janine that was more than just the
affair.  Pauli and Janine were like two chemicals that are harmless when on
their own; like nitric acid and glycerin or perhaps saltpeter and sulfur,
they mixed and the result was explosive.  Janine became so very hard to
Gail who had been Gerry and Pauli just cheered her on.  Gerry became Gail
and Janine stayed Janine!  Gail was subjected to continual sexual
harassments and subjugation while Janine and Pauli grew in strength and
callousness.

   Gail's little cock wept in sympathy with her tears of fear and hurt.

   The old circle of friends melted like snow in the heat of a blaze, the
friends ran away from this new Janine and her curious relationships.  Her
clear disdain for her husband, her sarcasm and control, her hard new edge
that combined with a sly humor that no one found amusing but her and her
ever-present lover.  As the lovers entwined, the new friends arrived until
all but one of the old circle was gone.  That one remainder was Gerry's
boss, the rather immoral Gilbert Henderson.  It was he who was the one that
suggested that Janine start to feminize her husband.  His part was as an
eager facilitator; so Gilbert simply made Gerry redundant with a large
pay-off and helped Janine and the rather sexually intriguing Pauli find all
that they needed to make Gerry into Gail.

   The semen dripped down the inside of the clear skirt until it reached
the hem to drip onto the patent boots below.  The tear that escaped Gail's
eye ran down her cheek and dripped onto her smooth breast to linger before
disappearing under the silk of the corset leaving just a glistening trail.

   First there were all those small feminine touches.  A bit of lipstick,
an endless number of appointments until every hair below Gail's ears had
been removed.  Then came the severe restrictions, the chastity tube and the
fetters.  The cot that became a cage; the clothes that became fetishistic
parodies of everyday clothes.  Bit by bit, drip by drip, Gerry became Gail.


   Finally the day arrived when the women from Chastity Microsystems
arrived to fit all the electronic sensors and computer controlled
communication and the collar went on with the snap of a padlock.  Now
Janine could follow every movement and lingering moment that her husband
spent alone.  She could track and punish him by remote control, reprimand
by routine programmed into the computer and chastise by simply using the
remote control.  That had been three years ago.  The following three years
had been merely refinements as Janine refined and strengthened her level of
control.  Janine was interested in the discipline, the manipulation and the
domination.  She enjoyed the misery, the passive hopelessness and the
constant service that had ever to be perfect and without blemish.  Pauli
was more earthy, more inclined to play like a kitten with her lover's
little husband.

   "What is the point in dressing him in stockings, boots and a dress if he
does not fit" If we have to fill his bra with old newspaper and put a
cushion behind his ass to get a nice round bottom"" asked Pauli.  "What we
need to do is make a real girl of him.  Make him more feminine than a late
night whore.  Then we slim him into some sexy clothes and voila, he really
becomes the slave maid that you always wanted.  Anyway I prefer women so
let's make him into one""

   Janine was at first reluctant and then it became an obsession to make a
woman of Gerry that could have stripped to her panties before the
realization that Gail was actually male would have hit the watcher as the
small cock and tiny balls flopped into view!

   Pauli had had her casual fun and made poor little Gail suffer and cry
while forcing a climax that was nothing more than an automatic reaction to
stimuli deftly applied.  She tweaked those pierced nipples and then ran her
fingers around the tight stretched skin that held Gail's dildo in place.

   Janine had to admit that Pauli had such skill at humiliation, such
finesse when it came to suffering and sex.  Not just with Gail either, she
was able to tease Justine until she literally begged for release.  No,
Pauli was a terror in bed, a veritable authority on how to make a man or
woman shudder at the edge of orgasm for hour after hour until the release
came when she allowed it.  Had she felt a real need to control Janine she
could have easily pushed Janine into servitude like she had with her
previous lover, Sally.  But, Justine was loved, cherished, pleasured,
humored and lavished with orgasms that had no strings attached.  Sally, on
the other hand had been a different matter.

   When Janine had met Pauli she had barely noticed the maid that
occasionally hovered in the background and opened doors and poured the
coffee.  It was when Janine realized that Sally lived in Pauli's house as a
live-in maid that she began to take notice.  She noticed the casual orders,
the light sexual strokes of the hand, the almost exposed breasts and the
minis that some might have described as a wide belt rather than a narrow
skirt!

   Finally, when Pauli moved in with Janine she brought Sally and showed
Janine how docile and broken to an authoritarian hand she was.  Sally
stripped and begged to please Janine.  Then she gave a floorshow that left
no stone unturned in sheer abasement.  When she cupped her lips on Janine
and drank everything that Janine's full bladder managed to expel she
realized that Pauli could control men and women like marionettes.  Pauli
had that charm.  She was the piper from Hamelin that makes all follow the
hypnotic sound of the pipes despite there being no bridge over the river.
All she needed was a night to bewitch her victim with lust and love and
then a lifetime to take everything else.

   Sally had been their first maid, before Gerry had become Gail.  As Gail
became the only part of Gerry that was permitted life, Sally became a pet
to the two women.  A puppy or kitten that was petted and then used like a
toy in bed.  Gail would never be used like that, Gail was tormented,
beaten, maltreated, used and abused with relish, whereas Sally was fondled,
petted, stroked, caressed, dressed up and molested but never tormented
except by love.  Sally got all the tenderness and love that Gail was
denied, she was the kitten who licked and presented herself to be rewarded
with pleasure, indulgence and bliss as it pleased her mistresses.  Janine
had suggested having Sally altered to fit her role in the household.

   "There is enough money for any adjustments that we might wish to make on
Sally," said Janine one afternoon while Sally rubbed her naked body against
her legs in sheer pleasure.  "I am sure that we can find a place where we
can have her arms and legs adjusted to make her more of a pet and less of a
woman," she continued.  "Larger breasts and other little touches, perhaps""

   "I know that you loved what we have done to Gail," said Pauli, "but
Sally" I am not so sure if we need to do it, unless of course you really,
really want and need to have a helpless little Sally even though you have a
defenseless little Pauli to make you come a million times a night!"

   "You are right, I suppose," said Janine as she stroked Sally's head. 
"On the other hand there is something that I really, really want and it
would so make me so happy to have it done to your former little
girlfriend."

   "Mmm, darling what would that be," said Pauli expecting that Sally might
just have to lose her cute little clitoris to please the jealous Janine.

   "I want her to be silent.  Forever and ever."

   "Mute""

   "Mmm, it would be so nice not to hear her moan when she comes and then
every now and again she forgets herself in my presence and speaks a few
words, before I have to punish her for doing it."

   "OK, then," replied Pauli with a grin.  "I'll sort it out and then we'll
have the perfect pet.  Won't we dear""

   The last words were spoken to Sally who had parted her legs to show her
throbbing pussy and her need for attention by Pauli.

   Sally nodded and said, "I want to be perfect!"

   Janine frowned and said, "That's exactly what I mean.  I would rather
she was not able to speak so that I don't have to listen to her again. 
It's such a turn off."

   Janine stood up and headed for the kitchen in a huff while Pauli stroked
Sally between the legs gently, her manicured nails drifted through those
neat little folds of flesh and then touched the nubbin of her clitoris with
a faint touch.

   "I thought that Janine was going to ask for this," said Pauli as she
thrummed the bud of pink flesh that made Sally shudder with pure pleasure.
"I'm afraid that I would have let her take it if she really wanted it.  You
really have to stop upsetting your other mistress because she means more to
me than you and I would allow her to do anything to you if she really
demanded it of me."

   "Oh, god, I know," gasped Sally as she came under the light touch of
Pauli's fingers.  "I would do anything for you, anything you need.  If
transforming me into a helpless fuck-puppet is what you need to offer
Janine, then just do it, you always have my love and obedience.  Oh, Pauli,
I love you so much, please, please me, please make me come for you, please
again""

   "Of course," murmured Pauli as she slipped her hand into that pussy and
massaged Sally from the inside as her other hand played with nipples and
breasts with the points of her nails.

   Out of the corner of Pauli's eye she saw Janine standing smiling at her
fondling of the woman who loved her enough to agree to anything to stay in
her life.

   "Sally loves you without constraint, Pauli, as do I, so let us leave it
at this and we shall learn to live together.  As long as she makes you
happy then I am contented to have her here as a pet for our occasional
use."

   Pauli sighed in satisfaction.  Each of them now had a previous lover in
the house, the balance was perfect, two women, the strict and the
persuasive, two slaves the abused and the delightful.  Perfect!

   That was all three years ago, now was the present, the time when all the
players in this domestic drama had settled into their respective roles and
understood the part that they had to play with an almost instinctive
irrevocability.

   So Gail stood in her latex, parading her small cock that had been milked
until the dribbles of semen splattered her patent leather ballet boots. 
Sally lay in the basket in her cage, silently curled up and waiting to be
fed and watered.  Pauli, ever the temptress who laid in bed with her
breasts embroidered with rose tattoos, one hand on her lover's parted cunt
as she idly played a tune on that clitoris, a rhapsody.  Finally there was
Janine, the mistress who shuddered under Pauli's persuasive fingers and
then orgasmed with a moan as a finger entered her pussy while Pauli planted
a small kiss on her cheek.

   Finally the climax passed and Janine slid out of bed, naked and glorious
in the morning light.

   "Gail, take the tray, clean yourself up and then feed Sally before
having your usual breakfast," said Janine as she stretched and then looked
down at Pauli with devouring eyes.

   Gail just nodded and was relieved that she would be allowed to eat the
scraps from the breakfast, but Janine changed her mind, as she so often
did.

   "Make sure that you give Sally all the scraps, you can open a new tin
and eat it cold on the kitchen floor" I expect to see a nicely licked-out
bowl when you have finished."

   Pauli laughed at the way that Gail's face fell at the thought of eating
the cold dog and cat food.  It did not help that only the very cheapest was
bought in just one flavor, fish.  Janine was sometimes so harsh, a real
sadist, not in the sense that she wished to cause actual physical pain all
the time, but that she knew what hurt and how to administer that anguish in
amounts that were just calculated to cause the most distress.

   Pauli knew that the real reason that Janine had wanted Sally to be
silent was so that Sally could no longer tell Pauli that she loved the
mistress who was obsessed with another lover.  It was the 'I love yous'
that Janine wanted an end to; the only person who would be allowed to use
those words could ever be Janine!

   Gail left the room behind and went to tend to Sally's meal.  She
carefully negotiated the stairs and heated up the scraps and bacon rinds
and burned toast that she had hoped to be eating herself.  Then she cut
them small and put them in the delicate bowl with 'Sally' inscribed in pink
gothic letters and made the trip to Sally's room.

   Sally looked up and smiled.  Her Asian features made her look cute,
almost manga-like, with large almond shaped eyes and hair in plaits.  She
nodded her thanks as the bowl was passed into the cage and then started to
eat from the bowl as was expected.  Gail lingered a moment and wished that
she had an easy life like Sally.  Mute and responsive, happy and eager to
please with her long tongue, sexy and vulnerable, never punished and always
played with.  All of which was quite the opposite of the way that Gail had
to live her life of service.

   Gail smiled at the uncertain wind of fortune that had cast her adrift
and closed the door behind her.  Then she remembered the crop, the wrong
one.  The light over the dressing room was green.  She could quickly swap
them over and Janine would be none the wiser.  She just had to have a
little luck and be quick enough!

   With the slender chains on her ankle fetters slowing her down and the
boots making walking fast almost impossible it seemed to take an age to
reach the door of the dressing room.  Gail had her hand on the handle when
she suddenly noticed that the small light over the door flickered from
green to red, almost as if the system was teasing her.  Indeed it was!  An
automatic download had upgraded the software so that now all the lights
showed green all the time until the sensors in the collar showed that Gail
was just about to enter a forbidden zone.  Then the light would go red and
she would be denied entrance.  Gail slowly withdrew her hand from the
handle as she realized what had happened and felt a wave of depression wash
over her.

   Even the slightest mistake, even the smallest failure was punished by
her wife, Janine.  It was not that the punishment was a deterrent; after
all, Gail was already doing her absolute best to avoid oversights and could
do no better than she was already doing!  The punishment was just idle
amusement for Janine, just the fear of the chastisement was a pleasure for
the wife who now more than owned her husband.  She occupied Gail's every
moment with terror and fear, she filled her spouse's every waking moment
with work and degrading activities that always ended in retribution and
reprimand.  Most of all she raped and fucked him, body and mind.  She had
become an obsession, a sexual nightmare as he longed to serve her and be at
her feet and yet that service would only lead to deeper pain and suffering
at her hands.

   All the while she paraded her love for Pauli and consummated it as if
Gail did not exist.  Often the afternoons were filled with the sweet cries
of lovemaking as Pauli and Janine lay playing with each other in bed or
anywhere else in the house while she had to attend their needs.  Silently
Gail stood watching, trying so hard not to allow an erection that would
trigger her own stunted climax, the ruined orgasm that came from a massage
so deep and profound that she gave up her come with scarcely an aroused
thought.  Occasionally they put her on the milking machine that was fixed
inside her cell.  The tube that massaged the tip of Gail's prick with small
shocks of electric twitching, the slow rape of the machine that pushed a
dildo into her ass for hours at a time and the way that she was forced to
suck a bottle of evil tasting liquid dry from a dildo teat before the rape
would stop.  Gail was so sure that occasionally they filled her teat-cock
with a gallon of their own water, but she could never be sure because of
the addition of all sorts of evil tastes that had been mixed.  Sugar, hot
peppers, salt, vinegar, saccharine and pepper all stirred into a soup that
defied culinary description.  She had to drink it all before the switch
stopped the reaming that she was receiving in her ass and the tender
treatment that ensured that she dripped semen for hours at a time.

   Indeed, that was what Janine had said!  "If you are milked enough, you
will produce more and more until we can milk you all day long and enjoy the
sight of you lapping up your mess wherever you have dripped it."

   Years later it was coming true!  Without climaxing once in three years
Gail was often dripping and flowing as Janine had predicted.  In the tube
her cock had shrunk until it was no more than a shadow of its former glory.
Every time that Janine had noticed that there was room for some part of an
erection in the tube, she had fitted a slightly smaller one.  Naturally she
had milked Gail each time for two days before removing the tube.  It just
would not do if Gail climaxed or got an erection when out of the tube, that
would be just so very unacceptable.  The strange thing was that now that
Gail was dribbling come for hours at a time, one drop at a time, yet her
balls had seemed to shrink.

   "That's just because of the rings and weights," said Pauli as she
fingered the delicate eggs that hung in the tight skin of the maid's
dangling balls one day.  "Her cock is getting smaller as you put ever
tighter chastity tubes on your leaking little slut-maid."

   "No I think that Gail is being castrated as I demand ever more semen
from her body, one day she will have no cock at all and she will be just be
a little cow that has to be milked all the time," said Janine with a smile
as she fingered the small cock.

   'There is no way that it is more than three inches erect now, if of
course it was ever allowed to swell to its full size' she thought as she
admired the bright pink tip that had been tattooed with that startling
colour.  It was like a small turtle's head peeping from a metal shell.  A
tiny tip that responded as she rubbed her thumb over it.  A tear of pre-cum
was conjured up at the tip and she slapped the cock lightly to show her
disapproval.  That was then"

   Gail sighed and waited a small moment to see if the light over the
dressing room door would turn green again, but it balefully stayed red and
Gail went down to the kitchen to get her own breakfast.

   Now she would have to start all the cooking preparation for the party.
Then she would have to make sure the house was perfect.  At some point,
Janine was sure to bring her up short for laying out the wrong crop with
her clothes.  Then she had to 'exercise' Sally.  A subtle punishment
considering that making Sally climax was a pure contrast to Gail's own
state!  Occasionally she would have to pleasure Sally for hours at a time.
This was because Sally herself was often allowed to determine when she was
satisfied with the service.  It allowed Gail to understand the order of
precedence in this nightmare household in which she lay, clearly and
permanently, at the base of the pyramid.  Sometimes Sally would need hour
of attention because she was bored, her mistresses were out somewhere and
Gail bringing her to orgasm after orgasm was the only amusement that she
had to occupy herself with.

   Sally could be so cruel as well.  Occasionally she broke something, for
which of course, Gail; was always punished.  On one memorable occasion she
had been lying with her ankles tucked behind her neck as she liked to do
when Gail had to suck at her wide open cunt and ass hole.  As the tongue
lapped at her she felt her bladder needed release and she just let it go!
For a moment Gail had been shocked before she had realized that Sally was
once again learning a new trick to humiliate her.  All Gail could do was
drink from the fountain that sprang from just below that clitoris to stem
the tide.  Every now and again Sally showed her childish disapproval of the
maid by forcing her to become her unwilling latrine.

   Gail reached the kitchen and pulled down a can of the fatty cold
fish-flavored dog food.  For a brief moment she held it up to the camera to
show Janine, if she was watching, that the maid had picked the correct can
and then Gail opened it and poured the contents into her chipped
earthenware bowl.

   On her hands and knees, at last off those terrible stilettos, she lapped
at the foul smelling food and hated every mouthful that she had to swallow.
Always the bowl had to be licked clean and presented to the CCTV to prove
that there was no waste, always she had to smile at the camera and lick her
lips as if in appreciation of the generosity of her mistress in offering
such a wonderful repast.

   That was Gail's life.  Every punishment or pain had its own humiliation
piled on the apex, like whipped cream on a cake.  Janine was creating the
perfect slave.  The one that would do anything that was required to the
best of ability.  Soon Gail would not be reflecting on her past and her
status, she would be reacting to each new stimulus immediately just as
Janine wanted her to.  Just another year and the mental programming would
reach over Gail's head and drown her in a tsunami of sheer submission.  No
longer would Gail remember that she had been married to Janine, that Pauli
had stolen away her wife.  The lottery win, the loss of his job, the
training, it would all fade into a mist of the forgotten as Gail worried
about the orders that she had been given and how she could manage to be a
good girl for her mistress.

   Gail was already an impeccable maid; soon she would be the perfect
slave.

   Just living a life of mindless servitude!



   Noon ********

   The punishment had been severe, but thankfully short and sharp.

   Janine had put on the red gloves, ever a sign that she was going to be
severe and used the rod that she had asked to be prepared for her.  The
plain glass fiber-rod that whistled in the air as it cut the air and then
cut Gail's thighs.  Two blows of this cane was the normal punishment for
this type of infraction, but for some reason Janine just administered a
single cut of the cane that did not just bruise the skin, it cut and left a
weeping wound from which a dew of blood welled.

   That allowed Gail to get back to her duties!

   Before the preparation for the party could really begin, Gail had to
clean the house according to her normal schedule for a Friday.  That meant
vacuuming every corner, dust, clean the main bathroom and the master
bedroom as well as attend to her own grooming, tidy her clothes, ensure
that all the shoes and boots used in the last three days were shining like
new and then pay a visit to every mirror and polish it.  That was a normal
Friday.

   Every day was different, the schedule was endless.  Cleaning, drying,
wringing out, pleasuring and tending to Sally, and an endless rote of other
tasks that were interwoven with daily life like cooking, baking and
preparing meals.  To make it worse Gail was constantly plagued by her
punishment collar and the ring that grasped her balls in such a pleasurable
and terrible grip.  Every now and again her thoughts strayed to sex, as was
Janine's intent!  When it did and Gail started to swell she was promptly
milked and emptied by the machine that monitored her sexual state.

   First Gail would feel herself harden and the firm way that the curved
tube that clasped her prick stopped her short.  The curve and the narrow
diameter of the tube defeated Gail's erection and held it at about two
inches plus the tip of her cock that peeped pinkly from the top.  That
attempt to break from confinement would trigger the switch and the milking
would begin.  The ring that made Gail's little balls hang so low would
start to vibrate and issue small shocks that were just held at a level that
caused the muscles in her groin to clench and release.  A sort of mild fuck
that was boosted to a level much higher when the anal plug started to come
into the equation.  It seemed to swell in Gail's rear, but that was
probably just a flight of the imagination.  It reached into her and pressed
itself against that small node of sexual sensitivity that was her prostate
and began its sinister work.  It vibrated, pushed and massaged until the
gland reacted to squeeze its contents free, a slug of semen that was
prepared for the next climax.

   But, the climax never ever came and Gail's body betrayed her again and
again at the behest of a purely mechanical and electrical stimulation.  The
prostate ejected its fluid, the tubes clenched and slowly the liquid made
its way to the end of the slave's prick.  It hesitated a moment and then
dripped slowly onto a stocking, leg or perhaps shoe.  Mostly Gail caught
the emission in her cupped hands, a perfect bowl for her delectation.  Long
fingernails and slender fingers cupped the small drops of fluid and lifted
them to her tongue and lips.  The only possible solution to her dripping
prick that never seemed to lack the ability to force its semen into Gail's
unwilling mouth day and night.

   She looked down at her prick, the short sausage of flesh that was the
cause of so much of her discomfort, pain and frustration.  Once again it
was rubbed the wrong way by the material of her skirt.  Fascinated, Gail
watched the tip grow and swell until the tube was full.  She was not
allowed to touch herself when the machine was working so she just stared as
control of her body was assumed by a computer that sat in the control room
where the red light had never gone off.

   There in the darkness, a small laptop clicked its hard drive and began
to run its program.  At first it logged the time and duration of the action
sequence.  Then it measured temperature, pressure of Gail's asshole and
calculated how much ejaculate would be required since the last time that
the program had been run.  Using wireless, the laptop spoke to the
effectuator-collar tight around her neck and from there to the other
devices that were planted inside her anus, around her balls as well as
inside her boots.

   Using a complex algorithm the laptop decided the requirements that
Janine had programmed it for and sent the initiator signals to Gail's
system.  The penetrated ass responded, it flushed and the temperature went
up slightly.  The prostate changed shape slightly as it started to eject
the semen and the tight balls pumped more liquid into the system.  Finally
the pressure sensor at the base of Gail's cock measured the amount of fluid
that passed and stepped up the pressure of the stimulators unto the
required five cubic centimeters had been milked from Gail's balls.  Finally
there came the small dose of testosterone from the ring, it stimulated
further production by Gail's balls, making her ready almost continually.

   Finally the computer entered the last phase as it registered the whole
sequence in the log file, calculated various parameters and measured the
blood flow in the prick that it was tormenting.  Gradually, graphically,
the program showed that the amount of blood that Gail's' prick could hold
had shrunk by over thirty percent over the last six months.  That
translated to a volume decrease of twenty five percent.  A small dialog
flashed onto the screen telling Janine that Gail had now reached the
desired three inch total 'erection strength' that meant that she was due to
be fitted with the final chastity device.  That would ensure that she was
not only unable to manage penetration of a woman, she would still be
controlled at every phase by the program.  With the catheter in his cock
and the new anal probe that Chastity Microsystems were now offering, the
mistress and the computer became one.  One torment, one release and one
punishment system.  A program of just a year could see the slave castrated
until his balls hung with just a small clitoris-like piece of flesh that
would make the slave leak with just a touch of stimulation.  Unfortunately,
as the Chastity Microsystems website warned the buyer, the man would never
be able to orgasm ever again and he would almost continually produce an
endless dribble of come.

   That was the target that Janine had set herself.  Gail would just become
a sexual 'nothing' a female form that would attend to all of her needs,
including the need to punish ever more strictly.  Of course once the cock
was 'dealt with' there would be other things to play with.  Those massive
breasts would next in line, was Janine's thought as she had her husband's
nipples pierced in preparation for the inevitable.  The piercings stretched
the nipples outward and enlarged the small pink tips of Gail's breasts. 
The result was already that Gail had wonderfully pointed nipples that were
so very sensitive to casual abuse.  Soon they would be over three inches in
diameter when the piercings were removed.  Perfect for the next round of
pain and training!

   So Gail became an automated slave.  Every motion and breath, every small
thing that she did would be recorded.  Already the first cameras had
appeared in the kitchen and hallway.  They followed her when the collar was
detected and in their areas of view there was no escaping their view and
their power to ensure that there was no moment when she was not watched. 
Gail had read the Chastity Microsystems brochure and was sure that her wife
and mistress would equip themselves with the latest technology to make her
life an unending misery.

   "It's almost perfect," had said the woman from Chastity Microsystems as
she had run through the software with Janine and Pauli.  "Every facet of
the slave is measured, analyzed and recorded.  The collar collects all the
signals from the probes and sends them to the server.  In this case your
laptop.  There, all the signals are decoded and added to the database.  The
algorithm in the program calculates the best action to take according to
your requirements and follows it through, within the preset limits that you
have already defined.  You can even use the software to administer any
desired medical substance, for instance, hormones, stimulants and narcotics
directly using the system.  This could be punishment, reward or just the
dosing of hormones that need regular administration.  We update the
software on our server and new functions will become available as you
update your software."

   She looked up at Janine and smiled as she switched on the lap top
computer and waited for it to boot up.  "I won't bore your with the
details," she said as the logo on the screen faded, "but, you go to this
menu here, select the options dialog and then set it all up for each slave
that is attached to the system.  This map of the house allows you to set
all the area punishments and this section here," she pointed to the screen,
"allows the settings for all the devices that the slave has attached.  We
plan to allow the attachment of sensors that will allow the system to
monitor any movement and action and punish it as programmed."

   All the while, Gail stood behind the three people intent on the screen
and realized that she was about to be attached to a computer that would
then monitor her twenty-four hours a day.  It would punish her, it would
stimulate her, it would control her work, her meals, her toilet time, her
sleep and worst of all, as she listened to the description, it would milk
her and make her come without an orgasm, weep semen without a climax.  The
computer would be her master and mistress.  A never-sleeping controller
that would break her down until Gail was nothing but a pre-programmed
automaton.

   Worst of all it would be ruthless in a way that no person ever could be.
There were just a list of functions to be performed and the computer would
neither forget nor would it ever relent.

   *****

   At three O'clock Gail was in the kitchen peeling potatoes and preparing
for the meal.

   "The guests will arrive at six," said Janine as she leaned on the
doorjamb and watched her husband at work in the kitchen.  "Do you want to
know who is invited""

   Gail looked up and saw the smile on Janine's face.  It did not bode well
for her, but on the other hand it was clear that Janine wanted to Gail to
ask and shudder at the answer.

   "Who have you invited"" asked Gail with her heart in her mouth.

   "Albert and Maureen are on the list."

   Gail felt a convulsion go down her spine.  Albert was not a man who
could keep his hands to himself at all.  Worst, he was the man who had
fired her so that Janine could get her claws properly into Gail.

   "I can see that you are not turned on by Albert," said Jasmine with a
laugh as she watched Gails's prick to see if there was a reaction.

   "Who else has been invited""

   "Florence is coming along," said Janine.  "She is a dear friend and she
told me that she was really looking forward to seeing you, to see how you
are getting along.  There is another guest invited who you will remember,
but we'll leave that as a small surprise.  Anyway, for now I'll leave you
to get on with it.  I fancy a little play time with Pauli."

   As Gail worked in the kitchen, preparing and working, Pauli and Janine
snuggled into each other.  Today there was no lovemaking, just a pleasant
session of close contact and drowsy kissing between the freshly changed and
ironed sheets.



   Evening ***********

   At six O'clock the first guests arrived.  Four were expected; Albert
Henderson and his wife arrived first.  Albert was one of the architects of
Gail's downfall because he was the man who had made her redundant four
years ago.  His car pulled up at the gate and it was one of Gail's duties
to answer the gate phone.  He announced his name, "Albert here," and Gail
pressed the button that would admit him.

   There was no doubt that he would gloat over her state and sure enough
the first words that he uttered as she opened the door was, "You look
pretty tonight.  Good enough to fuck!" His wife stepped in first.  A petite
woman of about fifty, her hair was braided into a single plait of stark
white hair that hung over her fur coat.  The only other detail was the
stiletto heeled boots that were really almost as extreme as Gail's ballet
boots.  Albert followed her into the hall and offered his coat to Gail with
a small smile.

   "I must admit that Janine seems to be keeping you nice and confined he
said as he admired the costume that Gail had been dressed in.

   His eyes looked her up and down and took in the smooth hairless body,
the collar and the clear latex costume that was flouncy and feminine, but
totally transparent except where the laces bound the tight corset that
pinched her waist.  For a moment he looked down at the metal that
constrained his former employee, leaving just the bright pink tip of a
prick to emerge from the polished surgical steel sleeve that contained her
so closely.  The ring that circled her balls made them hang low and
vulnerable at about the height of the hem of her clear skirt.

   "You look just perfect, Gail," he said as his hand smoothed over her
breasts and felt the piercings that made those swelling nipples stand like
small mountains on the breasts that bulged enticingly over the corset.

   Gail knew better than to do anything other than stand and allow Albert
to enjoy the helpless maid and give her a playful little squeeze.  He
turned and lifted his wife's fur coat from her and passed it to Gail
without comment.  Just four years ago Gail had last seen Maureen, just
before Gail had finally been confined in Janine's house permanently.  At
that time, Albert and Maureen had been playing his little domination games
and Gail remembered the tight dress and high heels that he had forced her
to wear.  Then, four years ago, she had seemed like a sexy middle aged
woman who relished looking the perfect sexed-up bitch to go with her suave
strong husband.  Now it was clear that the game had become more than
serious.  The dress that she wore was slit up the front to reveal the tops
of her stockings and the bare flesh of her thighs.  Her breasts were
exposed, but filigreed in a lace of black tattooed whorls that highlighted
the jewelry embedded in her nipples and the collar that she wore was a
perfect match to the one that Gail had around her neck.  It was clear that
she had become swallowed by her husband's obsessions of sexual slavery and
fallen into his grasp as Gail had slipped into the grip of her wife.

   Gail hung up the coats and ushered the two guests into the living room.
As she led Albert she felt his hands on her ass and a small sound that
could be taken to be appreciation at the rounded orbs that swayed before
him.

   "I see that Janine has really enhanced you very tastefully, I think that
I really must get the name of the clinic from your lovely wife, because I
have a few small adjustments to make to my wife here."

   As he spoke he looked back at the woman who was trailing in his wake and
eyed her up and down.  As Gail stood holding the door for Albert and his
wife she felt his hand brush her cock and winced as she felt the probe deep
in her ass start to milk her.  Gail had thought that she managed quite well
to resist any excitement when he had fondled her breasts but the touch to
the tip of her prick was too much and she knew that she was about to ooze
in just a minute or two.

   In the living room, Janine and Pauli were sitting comfortably and they
stood to greet their first two guests.  As Gail slowly closed the door to
wait in the hallway for the final couple to arrive she overheard a bite of
the conversation.

   "You two look quite delicious tonight," gushed Albert as he kissed
Janine's silk-gloved hand.  "We really should do this more often."

   "You are such an old-fashioned gentleman," answered Pauli as she too
offered her hand, "perhaps you would like something to drink""

   The door closed and Gail waited in the hallway.  That Albert had been
her boss made the past come back with a rush.  She remembered the blast
that she used to get when she managed to close a deal or make her bonus
target and the way that Albert had ribbed Gerry/Gail about a wife who had
Gail in a grip of iron.

   The sound of the buzzer broke into Gail's thoughts and she pressed the
release for the gate and opened the door to see a Bentley roll up and pull
into the drive.  Just one woman stepped out of the car.  Wrapped tight in a
fur coat she tripped up the steps in her stilettos and smiled at Gail as
she entered the hallway.

   "Good evening Miss Hardy," said Gail as she closed the door.  "May I
take your coat""

   The young woman smiled and looked down just in time to see that Gail's
cock was dripping come and said, "I think that I'd rather hang this up
myself, my coat is worth more than you are!"

   Gail looked down and blushed down to her breasts.

   "It's OK sweetie, I know that Janine is hard on you so don't cry."

   Florence Hardy slipped of her coat to reveal that she was dressed in a
severe outfit, almost like a strict schoolteacher.  As she hung her coat,
she pulled a small box from her coat pocket and passed it to Gail with a
smile.

   "I think that this is for you, sweetie," she said as she watched Gail
throw caution to the winds and try to cup her hands to catch the emission
that was flowing from her.  "I am sure that this little present will cheer
you up!"

   The tears streamed down Gail's face as she took the gift and carefully
placed it on the stand by the coats.

   "I'm not allowed to keep it, I think," she said with a trembling voice.

   Gail knew that Florence was partly responsible for her plight, because
it had been she who had introduced Janine to Pauli, but the gift was
perhaps a sort of 'sorry' and she could not feel anything but a warm glow
for this sexy friend of her wife's.

   "I really feel for you," said Florence as she fondled Gail's breasts
with an affectionate touch of her hands.  "Perhaps, if Pauli and Janine
need a baby-sitter for you than I can help console you."

   The comment seemed so heartfelt, so genuine that Gail dared to kiss
Florence on the lips.  A light brush that was like heaven to Gail as her
kiss was returned.

   Miss Florence Hardy was a passionate believer in training men to the
leash, a practitioner who had introduced Janine to the delights of creating
a little female maid from her husband.  It was she who had introduced Pauli
to Janine, well knowing that the game would begin as soon as Pauli got her
hooks into Janine.  Florence could see that Janine would make a perfect
dominant bitch to her husband and found it so amusing to slyly give her all
the help that she needed to settle into creating a maid from the man.  Now
she found it amusing to get under Gail's skin and have her think that she
had found a friend amongst a group of women who merely amused themselves as
they made Gail's life a tormented path of misery.  As Florence entered the
living room to greet the hosts and other two guests she smiled to herself
and congratulated herself on her little game.

   As the door swung closed, Gail was left with a feeling of welcome
happiness as she watched Florence smile at her as she looked back, little
realizing that the smile was rather more feral than friendly.

   Gail cleaned herself up as best that she could, the tears of grateful
thanks and the splatters of her latest induced milking and waited for the
final guest to arrive.  She had not been told who it would be and had not
dared to ask so she waited, looking out of the small window by the door for
signs of movement.

   AS she stood in the hallway she eyed the present.  What could it be"
Gail looked furtively around and then slipped the small box open to reveal
a curious steel item in sections that was shaped like a pear with a handle
at the top.  She held it in her hands and twisted the handle, but she
already knew what would happen.  The pear opened up, flowering out like
steel petals and Gail shuddered.  This was not a pleasant little gift at
all.  When it was inserted in her rear it could be expanded to make a
stopper that could be locked and attached to her night-time fetters to make
her yet more restricted.  Gail closed the device and placed it back in the
box wondering how Florence could be such a paradoxical mixture of cruel and
kind at the same time.

   Ten minutes later the gate buzzer sounded and Gail allowed the final
guest to enter the driveway.  This was the guest who Janine had hinted at.
As she peeped to see the car she saw a small red sports car enter the
driveway and Gail's heart sank in total mortification.  She recognized the
woman who stepped out, it was Mrs.  Clara London, her former secretary when
she had worked in the office.  The woman who Gerry/Gail had constantly
burdened with more office work than was fair, the woman that Gail had tried
to blackmail into having an affair with her, the woman that she had
threatened with dismissal if she did not sleep with her all those years
ago!

   'How can this be"' she thought as she watched Clara step out of the car
and make her way to the door.  'How does Janine know about her"'

   Of course it had to be Albert, her former boss!  Only he could have
arranged this humiliation for Gail, this remembrance of times past when
Gerry/Gail had ruled her office like a petty tyrant and made the underlings
suffer for their meager salaries.  Despite the fact that Clara had been
married, Gail had put so much pressure on her to submit to an affair and
failed"

   Gail opened the door and made the curtsey that she thought was the best
way of greeting the woman that she had tried to force into bed with
threats. It allowed her to look down at her feet and avoid looking into the
eyes of Clara who was laughing at seeing Gail, the Gerry that she had known
before, so totally abject and ashamed.

   "Welcome to the party," said Gail in a falsetto.  "May I take your
coat""

   "Well, well," said Clara with a grin.  "Look how the little wanker of a
tyrant is living now!"

   As Gail looked up, the slap that Clara gave her was a total surprise. 
The hand stung her face, smeared her makeup, and caused more shock than
pain.

   "Now take my coat and show me your huge breasts you little slut!"

   From behind Gail came the voice of Janine.  She had silently opened the
door and was standing with a glass of champagne in her hand whilst the
others in the living room watched from behind her to see the entertainment.

   "Be a good girl and show her the heavy breasts that I gave you," said
Janine.  "All my guests have the right to enjoy you, so I expect you to
obey all their requests as if they were my orders.  In fact I really think
that you will have to offer yourself a little more.  What is the point of
having all that glorious soft female flesh if you do not share it with my
dear friends""

   Gail took the coat, hung it up, and then turned to Clara.  With head
drooping, she undid the front of her clear latex blouse and opened it
slowly with her hands.  There was definite reluctance in her movements, but
it seemed that Clara was just enjoying the embarrassment even though every
detail of those large breasts and their piercings was visible before the
blouse was opened.

   "Nice tits," said Clara as she reached out to touch the huge nipples
that were stretched into cones by the fittings held in place by bars
through the tips of Gail's nipples.  "Now that our positions are reversed,
do you still fancy a night in my arms, Gail"" she asked.

   Gail raised her eyes and looked at the smiling bitch that was enjoying
her mental anguish.

   "If Janine allows it, I would be honored!" said Gail.

   "I shall ask her because I'm sure that a night of your company would be
more than entertaining," said Clara as her hands cupped the breasts that
were hers to fondle as she wished.  Her thumbs stroked the stretched pink
flesh of the distended points of those mounds and then squeezed gently to
feel the texture of the flesh beneath.

   A slight humming suddenly started in the silence of the moment as the
probe buried deep in Gail's ass sensed the beginnings of an erection. 
Because the last time Gail had been milked had been so recent, the probe
allowed itself to administer a few small electrical impulses to the weary
prostate that would ensure a fast emission as the ring that weighed down
Gail's balls also started to vibrate in sympathy to force yet more from
already exhausted balls.

   Clara seemed slightly startled, so Janine made a comment, "I think that
the little slut likes the idea, so if you like, you can have her tonight,
Clara.  I shall have her prepare the playroom and when the party is over
you can enjoy a bit of playtime with Gail.  Unfortunately she is not ever
allowed to leave the confines of the house, so it has to be tonight!"

   "That's fine," said Clara, "I think that I will really enjoy teaching
Gail that the woman that she thought she could force into a fuck with
threats to her livelihood is the one that is going to rape her and teach
her a few lessons in manners."

   Clara slapped Gail's breasts with the flat of her hands and smiled as
Gail winced in reaction.

   "I am really going to enjoy fucking you, Gail," said Clara as she turned
to Janine.  "Has she been toilet trained""

   "Of course she has!" said Janine with indignation.  "She will do
whatever you request or demand."

   There was a brief pause while Janine poured Clara an aperitif and Gail
was relieved to be able to escape and head for the kitchen where there was
a great deal of work to be done.  She had to make sure that the lobster
bisque did not do more than simmer, as well as adding many finishing
touches to the dishes that were coming to fruition.

   She spent the best part of forty minutes rushing here and there in the
kitchen as she worked steadily to produce her culinary masterpiece. 
In-amongst all this activity there was no room to indulge in thoughts that
might have led her to physical arousal or into reflections about her
captivity.  It was simply a diversion to prepare the meal and not have to
think of anything else.

   All the while that she worked at the meal she could hear the murmur of
conversation rise and fall in the living room.  Clara, strident and
assertive.  Janine, persuasive and soft toned.  Florence, a woman who held
her peace and did not remark much, but when she laughed it was a high
flutter of sound.  Then there was Pauli, Janine's lover.  A woman who made
the occasional ironic observation and when she did, her harsh deep voice
was distinctive.

   The door opened and it was Pauli who was checking that Gail was running
to schedule.

   "In ten," said Gail as she moved the pans around on the hotplates.

   "Good, because we do not have much patience for excuses.  I shall be
back in five for the champagne.  I expect you to be ready to serve it""

   "Yes, Miss," said Gail as she checked on the salmon in the oven and then
opened the fridge to find the champagne.

   "Mind out if Sally gets in the kitchen," added Pauli as she closed the
door behind her.  "She is in the main room, but you know how playful she
is."

   As the door closed Gail muttered under her breath.  "Shit," she said as
she imagined Sally being in the kitchen with all the preparation that
needed to be done.  Gail headed for the dining room and checked all the
preparation that she had already done.  With a soft linen cloth she
polished one or two of the glasses and made sure that all was in order. 
Now it was back to the kitchen and Pauli was already waiting for the
champagne and the glasses.

   So Gail took the tray and glasses and filled them all before heading for
the living room to server the aperitifs.  It was a nightmare as she did a
round of the room and the guests took their drinks.  Janine and Pauli just
ignored her, Albert slipped his hand under the hem of her skirt and played
with her balls while she stood still and waited for him to finish his
little investigation that also took in the steel tube and the sensitive tip
of Gail's little cock.

   "It will be almost a pity when Gail finally loses her little prick," he
commented, as finally he took a glass.

   "I suppose so," said Pauli.  "On the other hand she does not ever use it
properly anyway so there is no great loss!"

   "Oh, that's not true," said Janine with a small laugh.  "Gail needs that
little prick so that we can torment her with it.  The woman from Chastity
Microsystems said that some vestige is always useful""

   "I would like to see it without the tube on," said Clara with a smirk at
Gail.

   "I'm sure you would," said Janine, "but the tube is permanent, at least
only the surgeon can replace it.  That is what is happening next week as we
move down a size because he has become a little smaller."

   "What a shame," said Clara as she reached for a glass from Gail's tray.
"Still you must give me the number or web address of Chastity Microsystems
because I think that my husband would benefit from a system like the one
that you have here."

   With a sigh of relief Gail realized that her terror of Albert had
prevented her from a reaction when he had handled her and she might escape
being milked again.  She slipped back into the kitchen leaving her wife and
her guests to chat congenially about making a whore of Clara's husband.

   The last comment she heard came from Florence: "Once you have them in a
tube they are yours""

   Gail did not hear Clara's rejoinder she closed the door and started to
serve the meal to the table so that she could call all the guests into the
dining room.  Luckily Sally was playing in the living room with Albert, so
she did not get underfoot.  It seemed that she was determined to find out
what Albert had lurking in his trousers, when he demurred she curled up on
a sofa and lay looking at Pauli with soft loving eyes.

   The meal started and Gail was kept busy running from the kitchen to the
dining room as she served courses and drinks with deft movements.  Albert
occasionally handled her, but her enemy, Clara just enjoyed the sight of
the little man-slut serving all, including Sally, because she too got a
bowl of lobster as a treat.  Gail herself ate nothing and drank nothing, it
was not permitted and now that the collar had a sensor on it that monitored
every morsel that passed her lips she dared not steal some of the delicious
food that she had prepared.

   In general, it seemed that the guests and her owners were satisfied with
her efforts.  At least they did not chastise her and Albert made a
complimentary comment as he led his wife from the table.  He had allowed
her occasional morsels of the food that he thought suitable and she thanked
him gracefully for every small bite.

   "Is Maureen allowed sexual relief"" asked Clara as she watched Maureen,
Albert's wife, sitting absolutely still as she waited for the next order.

   "Of course," said Albert in a shocked voice.  "Five times a day she has
to climax and I often enjoy her services."

   "Oh, somehow I thought that she was in chastity"" said Clara.  "My
husband is mostly not allowed to orgasm and Gail here is a similar case
really."

   "Dear Clara," said Florence you are muddling up the reactions of men and
women.  "Men serve better when they are denied sexual activity, women, in
general become more tractable if they are continually used under strict
supervision."

   "Oh, I see," said Clara.

   "I'll show you," said Albert.  "Maureen is logged onto the system here
so I can show you how it works""

   He slipped his phone into his hand and found the control application on
the screen.  "Maureen will now climax in three minutes," he stated.

   Nothing happened at first and then Maureen looked at Albert with a soft
look that was matched with a slight heavy breathing.  All of the guests and
Gail stared at Maureen as she was gradually brought to the boil by the
control-dildos that had been inserted into her.

   As she began to twitch and pant, Albert made a small comment and then
looked at the screen of his mobile phone.

   "I have set the time to three minutes.  That means that the sensors
measure her blood pressure, pulse and various other factors to determine
her state.  The program aims for the time that I have set and feedback
ensures a perfect three minute climax."

   As he spoke Maureen gasped and moaned.  Her hands, now fettered far up
her back flexed and her mouth opened as if she was inviting a cock to fill
her.  A slight low hum came from her as the dildo finished the climax with
a rush and then was still.

   "That's incredible," said Clara.

   "It works better for men because it measures other factors like the
passing of semen from balls to deferens and from there to the poor slave's
little cock," said Albert.  "Chastity Microsystems are amazing""

   As he spoke he looked at Gail and smiled.  Gail was the result of all
that control.  A man who had not lost the inner resistance but had been
forced to bend and submit constantly as his wife wished.  Had Gail been a
willing victim he would have been cast aside years ago, it was that flicker
of defiance, that slight struggle that made Janine keep him.  On the one
hand she wanted to create the perfect slave from her husband, on the other
she only enjoyed the creative moment; the satisfaction of finishing all
that work would bore her.

   Sally looked up at Pauli and rubbed her cheek gently against her former
lover's leg and thigh.  Pauli extended a hand and stroked her for a moment
before Sally moved to allow that hand to fondle the breasts that hung from
her tight suit.  She was jealous of Maureen and wanted some attention.  The
pet rubbed against Pauli and presented her rear, but Janine just smacked it
and told Sally to go and finish her bowl of food.

   "You are much too soft on her," said Janine.  "She is always pushing for
attention from you."

   "I know, I know," said Pauli as her fingers twisted Sally's nipples and
then cupped her breasts.  "When you are away, the cats will play!"

   "Tsk," tutted Janine.  "Enough!  I think that Gail has to get on with
clearing up all the mess and if she has it all spic and span by ten then
she can have a bowl of scraps!"

   Janine turned to Clara and smiled, "Do you still want to play with Gail
tonight"" she asked.

   "Absolutely," replied Clara.

   "Then I had better make a few small adjustments then," said Janine as
she stood up and headed for the door.

   "What's she up to"" asked Clara of Albert.

   "I think that Janine's adjusting the programming to set Gail up for your
use," said Albert.

   Gail still waited for the order to start to clear up.  It was not wise
to interpret comments as orders or orders as comments in this house!  The
order came from Pauli and Gail quickly picked up all the glasses and headed
for the kitchen.  Janine had left her just forty minutes to clean up all
the mess to get her reward.  It was typical of her to set impossible
targets for rewards and just-possible targets to avoid punishments.  Sure
enough Janine popped her head around the door and said, "Half ten or it's
punishment time""

   Gail worked like a whirlwind and just managed to avoid her punishment,
but of course she was fifteen minutes too late for the reward!

   Night ******

   There was something almost ironic that it was Gail that always had to
prepare the playroom for her own punishment and violation.  She had cleared
up, settled Sally in her cage and then had to make the bed ready in the
playroom.

   The bed was not often used since Janine and Pauli slept in the master
bedroom in the comfort of silk and satin in each other's arms at night.  So
Gail had to fold it down from the wall and put fresh bedding on it.  As she
worked she heard feet behind her and realized that Albert had sneaked up to
the room to torment her and satisfy himself.

   As she bent over the mattress to straighten the sheets she felt a hand
lift her skirt.  As she had been taught she stood stock still and waited to
see what was required.  She felt a hand reach between her thighs and then
stroke her balls before rubbing the tip of her small prick.

   "Janine has turned off the milking program in the computer," said Albert
as he played with Gail.  "What's it like to get hard without being milked
as soon as you do""

   Gail opened up her legs to allow Albert to play with her.  She felt
embarrassment and mortification that her former boss was enjoying
humiliating her.  On the other hand she could feel herself hardening
without the accompanying hum of the milking devices.  His hands explored
her ass and cupped Gail's buttocks before returning to her straining little
cock with the tips of his fingers.

   "There is something that you can do for me," he said as he turned her
around by her shoulders.

   His hands dropped to Gail's breasts and then moved to her shoulders as
he pushed her down to kneel in front of him.

   "Please, Mr Henderson, please," wailed Gail as she found herself looking
at his huge cock jutting straight out of his trousers.

   "Are you refusing me, Gail"" he asked in a stern voice as he looked down
at her bee stung lips that were within an inch of his erect cock.  "I do
not think that it's a good idea to turn down this little courtesy that you
can do for me.  I think that I deserve a nice little blowjob from your
tender lips as a thanks for all that I have done for you."

   At that moment the door to the room swung open behind Albert, Janine
stood there with Mrs.  Henderson on her leash.  For a moment she stood
there watching before she spoke: "Gail, why is that delicious cock not
being sucked""

   Gail saw the remote control in her wife's hand and opened her mouth. 
She felt something brush her lips and then opened her eyes to see Albert
guiding his cock between her lips.  It pushed in, it filled her palate, it
blocked her breath, it slid over her tongue and then it pushed into her
throat.  Many was the time that she had been gagged with a rubber cock,
many times she had been told that one day she would have to swallow a real
man deep down her throat.  But, now that the moment had come, Gail felt as
though something had broken inside, as though some important wall had
tumbled.  A wall that defined her, a barrier that had never been penetrated
before.

   The cock moved.

   It slid back and then forward to plunge deep into her throat as she felt
Albert's thighs push it home.  She felt the hands in her hair, holding and
gripping her like some whore.  She felt the wiry hair rub her face and the
balls hit her chin softly.  She heard him gasp with pleasure.  Gail felt as
though she was being raped"

   "she was!

   "Make sure she swallows it all," said Janine as she watched her husband
being orally violated.  'This is another small step on the way to breaking
the little slut,' she thought.  'The next one will be when Clara gets her
hands on that helpless soft body.'

   Albert plunged in and out of Gail's mouth and finally climaxed to spurt
inside so deep that Gail did not even tasted his come in her mouth, but
then he withdrew and squeezed the last droplets onto the tongue that was
waiting for him.

   "You are such a slut, Gail," said Albert as if Gail had been a willing
participant in the minor drama.

   "Gail lives to please her betters," said Janine as she passed Maureen's
lead to Albert's hand.

   "I think that Clara will enjoy fucking her," laughed Albert as he did up
his trousers.  "I just wanted to enjoy her, to see what you have turned her
into and I must say that I love the transformation that you have inflicted
on her.  I love the breasts and that little pink cock that weeps juice all
day long, but in the end I still prefer my darling wife""

   "I understand," said Janine as she looked at Maureen.  "You still have a
long way to go."

   "Happiness is the road," said Albert.  "It's not the arrival, it's the
getting there."

   As Gail was left to carry on the preparations for her own violation by
Clara, Janine and Albert left the room, still discussing all the things
that still were to be done with Maureen.

   *****

   The suit was tight.

   Gail had been waiting in the imposed darkness of blindfold and mask now
for hours.  Unable to sleep because of the tension of anticipation, unable
to relax because Gail knew that Clara would soon arrive and rape her" take
revenge for something that had never happened.  Something that could have
happened"

   As she lay in the tight suit, Gail wept.  She wept with fear and
apprehension.  She cried tears of self-pity, drops of misery that were
mingled shame, humiliation and dread.

   A smooth latex skin that was rent by openings that could be opened for
torment or closed for confinement.  At the moment they were closed and Gail
was isolated from the woman who was about to fuck her.  She could feel
hands explore her, she could feel fingers probe the creases of her body,
the entrances and exits, the private places that Janine had given
permission to open.

   The probe, long and ever alert had been withdrawn from her anus.  Janine
had shown Clara how the program that held Gail in thrall could be used to
make sure that Gail would suffer especially as she was taken by Clara.

   "I have switched off his milking program to build up a little reserve,"
said Janine as she dropped the menu and showed Clara how the program
worked. "Then we adjust the punishment settings here."

   Clara nodded as she watched Janine fine-tune the program.  Gail herself
lay upstairs strapped into her punishment suit.  Though the lights were on
she lay in close and utter darkness, though she lay on a soft bed she could
feel the hard grip of the suit and the tight boots that forced her to
immobility and helplessness.

   "It's all ready," said Janine.  "Albert and his lovely little wife have
gone home and I'm off to bed with Pauli and Florence so Gail is all yours
to do with as you like.  Personally I think that you should concentrate on
making the suffering as poignant as possible, the physical pain is as
nothing to the fact that she has to allow you rape her ass and then serve
you like the slut that she has become."

   *****

   The hands that explored Gail were firm and intimate.  They slid open the
fastenings on the suit and slipped inside to maul, pinch and caress Gail.
They slid over her breasts and slapped her face.  They pinched her nipples
and stroked the tip of her little cock before opening access to Gail's
mouth and sliding between her lips.

   Inside the suit Gail felt violated by those probing hands and fingers
that invaded her privacy and used her.  She felt the ankle and wrist
fetters being rearranged and the winches tighten to pull her into a
position in which she was totally at the mercy of the woman who was
enjoying her distress with small coos of pleasure.  Ankles were pulled over
and down until Gail was bent and stretched face up with ankles tucked
behind her head.  Arms were stretched wide and she was ready for slow
unwrapping and total abuse.

   A single zipper was opened.  It parted the thick latex and exposed
Gail's caged prick and her weighted balls.  It slid slowly up, or was it
down in this position" It slid until her ass was exposed to unlimited
attention.

   "To think that you were going to take me with that tiny cock," laughed
Clara as she stroked the tip of it and was rewarded by a glistening drop of
pre-cum that appeared in the eye at its bright pink tip.

   "Are you going to come for me"" asked Clara.  "Will you come when I fuck
your ass""

   Gail felt the hands push something into her, something that seemed to
widen and stretch her.  She felt the weight of Clara press down on her and
she gasped in discomfort as she was penetrated.

   "This is pure pleasure," whispered Clara as she pushed the dildo into
her victim.  "To think that you are being fucked solely for my amusement."

   The giant tip, the bulbous fist at the tip finally forced its way into
Gail, allowing the rest to slide deep into her with ease as Clara sighed in
contentment.  This was the reason that she had accepted the invitation to
Janine's house!  This was the culmination of wiping away that stain of
trepidation that she had felt when Gerry, now Gail, had almost managed to
force her to sleep with him.  More than that, this was a moment when she
could finally do what she wanted to Gail.  She could make her pay for men's
arrogance, their superciliousness, their condescension and all that conceit
that they hid under a cover of concern and love.  Superiority, it turned
out, belonged to the person with the biggest cock and Clara was that person
right now.

   She leaned over him and almost regretted that she could not see his face
under that latex mask.  She would have loved to see him cry tears of
humiliation as she took what she wanted, what she forced him to give.

   Finally she had had her fill and he was filled.  She had watched his
little prich straining as it reached the maximum that the tube would allow,
she saw the balls twitch and the small glistening drop of clear precum on
the tip, all the while knowing that Gail could never orgasm and release all
that emotion.

   Now was the time when she could enjoy herself and head for an orgasm
that promised to be more than just simple release.  She detached the dildo
from her crotch leaving it embedded in him.  She opened his mouth and
slipped in the gag that she could use to force his mouth open and
positioned herself over him.

   First a small introduction to her ass-hole, a kiss and a lick, a tender
meeting of lover's lips.  Then came that service that she loved but so
seldom attained.  The slow ascent to climax as Gail licked and kissed,
probed and massaged her pussy as Clara watched his little prick start to
weep.  Her fingers touched him and sensed the periphery of those shocks
that were making Gail's cock ooze at the computer's command.  Now that the
computer was back in control he would be milked of every drop while she
made him give her what he could never again experience.

   Her fingers just tingled, but she could see the loose skin of his balls
ripple and clench under the control of that ring that measured as it
tormented to make sure that the victim was pushed to the limit and not over
it.

   As Clara realized that though she might have been given control of this
poor man-slut by the owner, but the computer and the logic of its algorithm
had a tighter grip on Gail than Clara could ever possibly have.  It was
that realization that a man could be reduced to a quaking, servile thing
that leaked come at a machine's command; it was at that moment that she
herself orgasmed in a rush of excitement.  It was at that moment that she
released herself and enjoyed spurting into her helpless captive.  She
watched the pool of his leaking come on the matte latex gather as she
emptied and he swallowed.  She climaxed and felt more release than she had
ever realized was possible.

   Clara zipped the closure, sealing Gail into her nightmare of everlasting
sexual tension.  A stress that would never be released by orgasm, a
pressure that gathered to overwhelm a trapped mind.  Clara felt as though
she had shed a load of mental baggage that she had been carrying the last
five years.  Now she knew what she wanted to do with her husband, the man
at home, the man who would be perfect as her slave.

   She lay and snuggled into the stiffly bound Gail, she enjoyed the warm
feel of the latex, the hard zippers that were hers to open and close, the
shuddering that passed through the slave's frame as Gail wept at both ends.
One end still fastened to the inexorable machine that milked her.  The
other end, the mouth that had been used as relief and drain for a woman who
was looking forward to following in the path that Janine had blazed.

   Finally, Clara fell asleep, a deep contented breathing started.  A
soothing sound in the dark.

   Gail felt herself slip to that dark place where Clara was residing. 
But, for her, it was a place of nightmare and not contentment as the
computer decided to force more ruined orgasms from her shuddering frame.

   Gail fell asleep.

   Her day was at last over.

   Tomorrow would be a long day!



   The End







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