"Its time to get up, sugar."

It was Saturday. Punishment day as she thought about it. Training day as her Daddy (Steve) thought of it. She shrugged off the awakening and noticed that already the tiny latex catsuit he had for her was laid out. Complete with gloves and feet. She had come to love it. Three weeks prior she had been introduced to it. Each of the 3 preceding Saturdays it had been adorned with a crotch piece that had two distinct members. One for her freshly opened pussy, and one for her still tightened anus.

Today was somewhat different. The crotch piece had the usual members, bigger than last weeks. But there where tube hanging from each member. They ended with a small bulb and valve. Jessica had no idea what new torture that could be.

Jim began training his daughter at age 11. He had caught her surfing the web for BDSM pics and movies. One day, he discovered that she was logging into Insex.com. A hideously deviant S&M torture site.

"So this is what you do after school." He said after sneaking up behind her. She was petrified with fear and shame.

"I just..."

"Don't even try to explain, Jess. I know that little girls like such things." Unknown to her, it was his account she was using..

"I'm sorr-"

"Hush girl. You know, your mother was into that stuff too. Would you like to see some of her toys?"

"I guess so." She shyly replied.

They walked into his bedroom and he pulled out a large, black chest. Jessica's starred wide-eyed at all the equipment. There were gags of all different shapes and sizes. Various leather and latex items including an arm binder, cuffs, paddles, whips, and even a gas mask. She began to tremble with excitement mixed with fear. She had seen these items used before on the internet, but never seen anything like this up close. She noticed another big box in the closet with her name on it. She had seen it before, but never thought about what it was for.

"What's in that box?" she asked.

"Well, that one is special. Before your mother died, she had planned on getting you started in bondage and discipline as soon as you were old enough. The stuff she collected is locked up in there."

"Can I... see it?"

"I don't know sugar. She didn't want to start until you were old enough. At least 12. But I guess if you already know about stuff like this, you might as well begin your training."

That sat strange with Jessica. "Training?" she thought to herself.

He pulled the box from the closet and unlocked it. Jessica was amazed yet again at what was in THIS box.

There was a very small full latex catsuit, extremely high heels that would make the wearer have to stand on her toes. There was a full, mouth covering, latex neck corset that would cover the wearers face right up to her nose. It had a small hole, about a quarter of an inch, right where the mouth would be. There was also a very small corset. By comparison, it looked more like a posture collar and not a corset. Obviously, these items were made for a very small frame.

That was three weeks ago. After wearing the small corset for a week, her waist had been reduced permanently by 4 inches. It had gotten to the point that it was nearly painful not to wear it at all. Her father began to undo the laces.

"We need to take this off right now, sweetie. We'll put it back on once you have your suit on."

"Yes, Master!" She said in an excited voice. Her training was going well.

After half an hour of stretching and pulling, the tiny latex suit covered her body like a second skin

"Get in the position. We have to get you ready for today's lesson."

She got back on the bed and lay down on her stomach. She pulled her knees up to her chest slowly due to the tightness of the suit. Grabbing the 3-way zipper at her crotch, he exposed her tiny asshole.

"Warm, or cold? I'll let you decide today. Although, this will be the only decision you get to make all day."

Knowing how hot it was going to get in the suit, she elected for cold.

He left to prepare and returned with a large enema bag and some lubricant. She barely winced as the cold lube touched her anus. Soon after, she felt the familiar nozzle slowly being inserted into her.

Click

She jumped at the intrusion. The water was nearly ice cold. She began to shiver and her tiny rosebud began to sting slightly as it became numbingly cold.

"Maybe that was a bad idea." She thought to herself, as the cramps began.

"Mmm.... Owww..." she uttered.

"Now, now baby, just a little more."

"But daddy... I mean Master, it hurts."

"You remember what happens to little girls who can't take it willingly don't you?"

She knew all too well. It would mean having to suffer the enema while in strict bondage. Maybe that's what she wanted as she started to lean up, knowing it would enrage her father.

Click

"That's it! Don't move again!"

He grabbed the leather arm binder from the table and quickly strapped it on her. A full face latex mask was pulled tightly over her head and zipped up. He then grabbed the neck corset and began to lace it up. She couldn't utter a sound now. Her face wrapped tightly in the latex half-mask of the neck corset. Her breathing whistled through her nose. He then took the D-ring at the end of the arm binder and pulled it toward the head of the bed tying it off. This forced her shoulders down and her ass up. A very painful position to receive such an enema. Also, with the neck corset tied so tightly, she couldn't turn her head. This pushed her face directly into the bed, making it very difficult to breath.

"Mmmfff"

"I told you." He scorned.

Click

The pain was now unbearable. She then heard the gurgling of the bag becoming empty. She was in ecstasy. Her pussy juices were flowing and her heart was racing. She loved this type of bondage. The restriction of her breathing and the pain in her abdomen made the sensations all the more exciting.

Daniel had tricked his little slave-daughter. This enema had a little something extra. He had added a small amount of alcohol to the mix. Knowing how quickly alcohol is absorbed through the colon, he knew she'd be a little more ambitious during this session.

Jessica was feeling a little light headed. It was more than just the excitement and lack of oxygen she thought. She was finally untied and the nozzle was ever so slowly removed from her cold, numb asshole. Her neck corset was untied and her mask was unzipped, once again allowing her to see. She was allowed to go to the toilet and release. She barely made it there, giggling slightly to herself and stumbling the whole way. She was obviously drunk by this point.

She returned to her bedroom and stood before her father with her eyes focused on the floor.

"I have a surprise for you today, my angel." He said while tying her corset back on. She grunted with each tug of the laces. He made sure that is was tighter than it was when she last wore it this morning.

"Up" he commanded as she sat on the bed. She instantly lay on her back and raised her latex covered feet into the air. He carefully placed her feet into the ankle high ballet boots and laced them up. She had become quite accustom to them. She could even walk in them now without falling. Today would be a little harder for her, considering her intoxicated state.

Just as he was tightening the last strap on her latex hand mittens there was a knock at the door. Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at her father in fear. Fear of being caught.

"There's your supprise." He said

She was ordered to lay on the bed and wait for him to return. She took this time to sneak a quick rub of her latex covered mound.

Just then her father returned with Daven. Daven was her father's old high school buddy. He also had a daughter Jessica's age named Marla. She had been friends with Marla up until the time that Daven moved away after his wife left him. He was carrying a large suitcase and he laid it on the bed next to Jessica.

Jessica watched in amazement as Daven opened the suitcase. It was Marla! She was wearing a full latex catsuit like Jessica's. Complete with ballet boots, hand mittens, a latex mask with a mouth and nose holes. What was strange was the gasmask she was wearing; it had a tube connected to it that was attached to a hole in the suitcase. Obviously, this was how she could breathe in the case. Marla, like Jessica, was an avid gymnast and able to contort her body. This was how she was able to fit into the suitcase.

Daven removed her gasmask and helped her get out of the suitcase. She moved very slowly and moaned often. It was apparent that she'd been in there for the entire trip to Jessica's house.

Once she was able to stand, she stood before Daven with her head bowed. She too, was trained well. Still blind, she didn't know where she was. Daven unzipped her hood and removed it.

She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. She saw Jessica and her eyes lit up with excitement. It was her old friend, and it looked like they were going to have some fun!

"Go to her, Marla. Lay with her and you two can share all your stories while your father and I get everything setup." Steve said.

Marla and Jessica, in their semi-bondaged state, shared stories of their training progress. Marla was slightly more advanced than Jessica. Marla had already been trained in anal and pussy expansion. She could now insert her entire fist into her pussy and ass! Jessica looked around the room to make sure no one was around.

"Could you show me?" Jessica asked.

"How, we are both incapable of using our fingers?" Marla replied.

Just then, Jessica leaned up and used her teeth to unzip Marla's crotch zipper.

"You bad girl!" Marla said jokingly.

Marla then began to rub her latex covered fist over her extremely wet mound.

"Mmmmm." She moaned.

Jessica watched in amazement while Marla slowly inserted her mittened fist into her hairless pussy all the way up to the buckle on the mitten. She could also see the marks on Marla's cunt lips where clips had been attached at some point. "I can't imagine that kind of pain" Jessica thought to herself.

"What the fuck are you two doing!?" Daven shouted.

Marla quickly removed her fist from her cunt. It made a loud slurping sound. She tried desperately to re-zip the crotch of her suit, but to no avail. She slid off the bed to her knees, looked downward and said "I'm sorry, Master."

"Sorry doesn't cut it little slave!" Daven yelled.

"What's going on?" Steve asked as he re-entered the room.

"Marla here was fisting herself for Jessica." Daven answered.

"Is that so... And just whose idea was that?" Steve asked the two.

Jessica assumed the same position Marla had, but in front of Steve.

"I'm sorry Master," Jessica whimpered, "Marla said she had been stretched and I wanted to see it for myself."

"You'll get to personally see it for yourself soon enough!" Steve scolded.

But this was not her day to be stretched. That is for next week. This week, since Daven and Marla were down, it was the weekend for "The Sharing."

"Let's get them ready, Daven," Said Steven.

"You take Jess, and I'll get Marla ready," Daven replied.

Jess was led up and taken to another room by her father. Still wearing her catsuit, ballet boots, and mittens. He took out a latex mask that had holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth. He zipped it over her head.

"Daven!" Steven yelled into the next room. "Did you bring them?!"

"Yeah," Daven replied, "I've got them right here!"

Daven returned and handed Steven what looked to be a contact lens case.

"Cost a lot, but I've got a friend in the movie make-up business who made them for us."

"Jess, I'm going to put some contact lenses in your eyes, ok?"

"Yes, Master." She replied. She already wore contacts so she didn't figure that anything was wrong.

As he placed the contact in her right eye, she immediately new what was happening. They weren't for correcting vision, they were for hindering it. They were solid black. This would allow the sensation of being blindfolded, but with the ability to see the fear in the victims (or wearer's) eyes.

"This will taste a little like bananas, but it will prevent you from gagging," he said as he sprayed some anesthesia on the back of her throat. He then feed a latex hose down her throat and into her stomach. "Just relax" he soothed her. This did not prevent her fear. This was one of her most extreme situations yet.

He then placed a gasmask over her head. This mask was slightly different from her normal mask. The entire face was clear acrylic plastic and there was a screw type hose attachment at the bottom, just below and to the right of her mouth. There was also a small hole for the stomach tube to be fed through.

She then felt the 3-way crotch zip open on her suit. It exposed her tiny rosebud anus to the cold air. She felt a slight pressure and then release. A tube had been passed into her asshole that had a small air bulb on either end. She felt the bulb expand in her rectum and then a similar bulb expand just outside her asshole.

"Mmmmfffgg, " she murmured.

The zipper was opened further to expose her pre-pubescent cunt.

"This may feel a little strange," he said.

She then felt a slight stinging in her pee-hole. A catheter was being put in place. The tiny air bulb expanded in her bladder. No urine was released since the catheter had a valve on the other end which was closed. She didn't utter a sound.

She was then led over to a new contraption. It was 2 steel bars that came up from the floor about 5 feet. There were eye holes every 6 inches, these where for attaching D-rings or rope. They were 3 feet apart from each other. She was led to one of the post. Steve then put the arm binder on her. Her little elbows touched easily. She was very accustom to the binder. The D-ring on the end of the binder was attached to one of the eye holes on the pole. Her legs were then bound to the pole using leather belt straps. Now there she was, with an enema tube, catheter, stomach tube, ballet boots, gasmask, and an arm binder strapped to a post from the floor.

Marla was led into the room. She was setup the same way as Jessica. She was also bound to the opposite pole in the room. They both felt the stomach tubes being pulled up and attached to something. They also felt the gasmask, enema, and catheter tubes being connected to something, but what?

"Now listen girls. You are now connected to each other. You will be fed a large amount of water. When you pee, it will be fed into the other girls asshole, like an enema. But here the kicker: You will also be sharing each other's breath. Every 1 minute, the fresh are valve will close on your mask and you two will have to cooperate to be able to breath. You will both have to breath each other's air for 2 minutes. By that time, I'm sure you'll need a fresh breath of oxygen. Are you girls ready to share everything?" Daven said.

"Mmm..."

"Mmmhumm"

"Good."

Just then the catheter valves were opened. Jessica had to pee really badly and she felt her bladder emptying. But what was this, she panicked. SHE COULDN'T BREATH! She felt the air being forced into her lungs just as Marla moaned loudly. After a few seconds of panicked gasping for air, the girls realized how to breathe normally. Their little breast-less chests where moving up and down in opposite rhythms. Jessica noticed that the air was getting thin. The air she was breathing was hot and damp. Marla was the first to panic. She was the one who was breathing for both and she started breathing faster and faster, until it became violent gasp for fresh air. Suddenly, there was an audible click and cold, fresh air was entering their lungs. They both relaxed but all too soon. Their stomach tubes jerked and they both felt the tubes grow cold. Water was rapidly filling their stomachs. Marla was the next to have to pee. Jessica felt the warm urine fill her rectum. It was a strange sensation but not unlike a normal enema. She tensed her stomach to send more urine to Marla. Then, they were breathing for each other again. This was the most intimate experience Jessica had ever felt. To be sharing the same air and bowels with another girl in her same situation was extraordinary. They were both becoming severely aroused.

Both Steve and Daven marveled in their creation. They were both aroused and loved the vision before them. Here were their daughters, bound and intimately connected. The girls' eyes looked around in fear and anticipation that made the situation all the more arousing for the men knowing that the girls were essentially blind.

After an hour, all the water had been passed through the girls and into the others colon. Their stomachs were distended with pressure and they were both cramping pretty bad. Their moans were loud and their legs where shaking from standing in ballet boots for so long.

"I think its time to have some fun, Steve." Daven said.

Daven picked up a vibrator while Steve removed the catheter tubes and connected the enema tubes together.

"Now girls, we've connected your enema tubes together. Now if one of you pushes, you'll be pushing your enema into the other."

Daven had an evil grin as he new that an orgasm would make the girls involuntarily push the enemas out of their bodies. They started on Marla first.

Marla gasped as she felt the vibrator hit her clit. As predicted, she pushed the enema. This made Jessica moan with discomfort. This really through off their collective breathing rhythm and they both where fighting each other for air. Jessica felt extreme pressure in her colon. She knew Marla was pushing and she couldn't do anything about it. The warm urine from Marla's ass just kept coming. Jessica thought she would explode. The pressure decreased as Marla came down from her orgasm. It was at that time also that fresh air had been delivered to the girls.

Steve wanted Jessica's orgasm to be different. He played with her clit and applied the vibrator. She pushed hard on her colon. This made Marla groan with severe discomfort. But Steve also disconnected her breathing tube from the apparatus and closed the valve completely. This made Jessica really panic. She was a frenzy of sexual excitement and fear as she started to black out. Her orgasm made her push as hard as she could on her stomach. This made the enema tube pop out of Marla, since she was already stretched and wasn't nearly as tight as Jessica still was.

Jessica awoke to find herself naked, except for her corset. Marla was asleep next to her also wearing a similar corset. Jessica smiled as she gazed at her friend. She laid back down and returned to sleep, snuggled up to Marla.