Denise

*** Chapter 13, Intimation.

Jake had the curious feeling that he was being followed.

A sixth sense that made him look over his shoulder more than once irked his normal feeling of calm. Never definite in scope he started to take evasive action when he drove to the office and back but there was never a concrete sign of his pursuer. 'I must get a grip,’ he thought as he went round a traffic island twice. 'Who would be following me?'

Two days ago the police had paid him a visit. They were making enquiries about Diane. She was missing from home and her parents. Patiently he explained the note and passed it over. The policewoman had put it into an evidence envelope and packed it away.

"So. You had an affair with her?" he was asked.

"For a year,” he had replied dryly.

The policewoman nodded and asked him the obvious question. "Does your wife know about it?"

"No,” he had replied. "I do not expect her to find out about it from you either."

"We shall be discrete, but at the moment she is a 'missing' person."

His reply had been a little flippant.

"Milk carton job?"

"No need to be frivolous about it. When a person goes missing we try to determine if they are in trouble or simply wish to be on their own,” she had replied.

"So you would not update me if you found her?"

"Not if she wished it so," came the reply.

Jake had watched the policewoman leave with the thought that he did not really want to see Diane again anyway, but he left the thought unspoken. Better not to interfere and become a hard and fast suspect for her disappearance.

Diane's expectations had been a little steep and they would have been forced to part anyway. There was just the slight feeling of guilt that he had in some way been responsible.

'In the end,’ he thought. 'It's her life.'

He wondered about Mandy, his new private secretary. 'Now she was a strange girl,’ he thought as he checked the rear mirror. Naturally he had had her checked out. But there were no signs of dishonesty or fraud in her past. Somehow, though, she was untouchable.

He got the feeling that she was a cold fish.

No boyfriend or husband, nearly no family but an aunt, a Miss Clearmont, and a spotless record of studies. Yet she showed no humour and seemed to have no interests outside of work. Her work he could not fault. Her attitude towards staff and clients was exemplary but her smile was tacked onto her face and did not belong there.

'Perhaps it is better that way,’ he thought. No complications at work. He would find another woman to replace Diane and keep her well separate from his normal life.

That was a better idea.

Jake glanced in the rear mirror again but he was the only car on the street. 'Paranoia,’ he thought. 'I'm going crazy at long last.'

When he got home he found the apartment to be empty. Jake pulled a beer from the fridge and sat down to watch the baseball.

***

Joan Lorde had never had a hobby before. Like all those who start a new interest with enthusiasm she was consumed by her new interest completely. New friends and nuances absorbed her interest as she soaked herself in the new world that had opened before her.

Diane on the other hand had nothing but Joan's new interest to fret about. That and the treatment that Joan's partner meted out to her. At first Gail had hung back and seemed sympathetic to Diane's plight.

Over the last month, however, Gail had been in charge of Diane for a great deal of the time. At first simply following orders, now she too made good use of her opportunity. Gail liked to engage her mistress' slave in mocking conversations to humiliate her as a form of amusement as she made Diane act as a maid.

"How can you be so careless,” said Gail as she wiped a finger over the top of a picture frame. "Have you an excuse?"

"Unless you lengthen the chain I cannot reach the whole room, Mistress Gail," begged the slave as she faced her tormentor.

"Let that be a lesson in humility," cried Gail as the crop contacted Diane's naked thighs.

Lately, Gail had been using the cane more often. She never allowed herself to mark the slave but made sure that it stung all the same.

"End your whining, slut."

Another swipe of the crop brought tears to Diane's eyes as it caught her legs just below the hem of the short skirt.

"Yes Mistress," wailed Diane.

With a sob she fell on her knees and hung her head.

Three weeks ago she had been taken to a private clinic. Drugged and stupefied she had signed the release for Dr. Vance, and had to submit to an operation. She had woken not in a room in the clinic but back in Joan's little hideaway.

That her face had been tattooed with clashing coloured makeup had made her more despondent than what the doctor had done to her body. Her breasts, formerly so proud and firm had become slack and soft. They hung like sacks almost to her taut waist. Certainly they were no larger but now they were not so much erotic as an encumbrance.

The silicon had gone.

Gail had laughed when she first saw them, making Diane weep tears of mortification as Joan pulled at the distended nipples with a smile. At Joan's order Gail had taken a black maid's dress and cut away the bra sewn into it.

The result was that her humiliation was always in view.

Short to the point of showing her sex, the dress was pulled in to make even Diane's narrow waist thinner. The hanging breasts matched the face. Gone was the clear almost translucent skin to be replaced with two almost clown like circles of red on her cheeks. Her lips were black and her eyes had been framed in dark red. Truly she looked to be a low class prostitute.

Gail had now ceased to do any of her former tasks. All the cleaning, cooking and other jobs were done by the sluttish maid whilst Gail supervised the work. A chain to her slim ankle kept her from escape during the day, her tiny cell during the long nights.

Gail stood over the sobbing Diane as Joan came in.

In Joan's gloved hand hung a shopping bag. For a moment Joan took in the scene. Diane kneeled before a fully dressed Gail, the chain snaked from her ankle to the padlock at the wall across the floor. She could only see the back of her slave but several faint red stripes from the cane crossed her naked shoulders under the roughly bunched hair.

'Gail was getting a little too bold,’ she thought as she walked to her side.

Gail had taken to dressing fully and doing less service herself. On the other hand it could be useful to have a servant again instead of a slave. 'I'll help it develop,” she thought as she looked down at the tearful Diane.

"I have bought you a special gift,” said Joan to Diane with a smile.

Diane puckered her black lips and looked at her tormentor. A sharp slap from her mistress broke her defiant stare.

Once again she looked at the floor.

"That's better slut. I have decided that your proper training is to begin. Up until now I have enjoyed your feisty defiance. It has been fun forcing you. Now I am tired of it and am going start training you to total of obedience,” she said in a stern voice.

Gail stood still. She felt nervous in her casual dress and hoped that Joan would not reprimand her in front of the slave.

Joan reached out her hand and took the crop from Gail. For a few seconds she lashed the air before she rested the cane under Diane's chin. With a small tap she raised the slave's head to look up.

"What do you say?" She asked in a soft voice.

"Thank you for your gift mistress," came the reply.

Joan noticed the tears and reached into her shopping bag. With a flourish she pulled a latex hood from the bag and held it before Diane's face. "This is a training hood,” she said. "You will come to love the darkness I think."

With a flick of the wrist she passed the leather hood to Gail. "Fit it on her,” she said. "Then bring her to me."

Joan turned and went into the bedroom without a backward glance leaving Gail to inspect the hood. At first she could not make it out then she realised that it was inside out. For a moment she ran her hands over the padding, laces and buckles.

A look at Diane to see the fear in her eyes and then she pulled it on. The hood slipped loose over the head of the slave and had a ringed opening on the top to pull her hair through. It took just a moment to buckle the neck tight before paying attention to the laces that covered the back of the leather. With these pulled tight the hood fitted like a glove. The slave's face was a smooth surface with just a round screw fitting hole over the mouth and two small holes for the nose. Padded sides closed the ears and Gail had to move the hood a little to make sure that the internal plugs were firmly in Diane's ears.

With the flat of her hand Gail smoothed the face to the contours of Diane's nose and then tightened the laces again to prevent the hood from moving.

Gail admired the hood and moved her hands over the soft but strong surface of the leather.

"That looks good,” she commented before realising that Diane could not hear her.

The brass opening for the mouth opened onto the slave's black lips that were all that could be seen. Gail poked one finger between Diane's lips and then over her face. She noticed that both of the small holes for the nostrils were also fitted with brass screw fittings.

Reaching down she slapped a hanging breast and said. "Stand up bitch." Diane did not move so Gail grabbed a breast and pulled. The slave stood and Gail released the ankle chain with a small key. Gail pushed Diane into the bedroom where Joan was waiting.

"You may leave now," ordered Joan. "Make something to eat for about an hour’s time."

Closing the door behind her Gail left for the kitchen.

Joan inspected the hood with her fingers and, like Gail she could not resist poking a finger into the hole in the hood. She allowed Diane to suck at the finger for a minute as her other hand wandered here and there over the slave's body. She was enjoying every minute of her power but regretted having bought a mask with earplugs built in.

"It makes you look quite helpless dear,” she said.

Reaching once again into the bag she brought out all the other pieces for the mask and laid them on the bed in a row. Slowly she undressed Diane until the hood was the only piece of clothing that she wore.

Then she dressed the slave in leather. A top with two openings for the breasts to fall through but no arms ensured that Diane was disabled. Joan felt as though she was dressing a doll. She added two high heel shoes that made Diane wobble on the five-inch heels and then a pair of ankle cuffs.

Enjoying the dressing she took her time and at each step stood back to admire the effect. The cast back shoulders because the arms were so tight behind the sex doll's back. The way that Diane arched forward because of the boned corset built into the leather. The shiny black heels making the slave's leg muscles take more shape and the cuffs preparing for leg restraint if needed. Lastly of course the hood, smoothing the face to a mask allowing only access for her mistress.

'It looks perfect,' thought Joan to herself.

Joan went to the bed and took the first attachment. It was a simple gag that could be inflated in the victim's mouth. She pushed it in and inflated it. Now she could hear the air move as Diane breathed. With trembling fingers she screwed two tubes into place in the nostril.

Now she could use the valve to even control the slave's breathing.

Joan sat on the edge of the bed and admired her work. Inside the mask Diane was in a cut off world of her own. She felt herself wobbling on the heels but with her arms restrained she had real trouble balancing. Her arms ached as the elbows were almost touching and her stomach was so pulled in that she could only breathe shallowly.

Outside the door Gail crouched with her eye to the keyhole. She could see the slave but not the mistress. She too had been excited as the slave was dressed. One hand had strayed to her breast as the other wormed into her jeans to slip a finger into her moist sex. Slowly she massaged herself until Joan put the gag into the mask.

At that point she came with a rush. When Joan fitted the breathing tubes she had come again. For a few minutes the slave was visible before Joan pushed her out of sight towards the bed.

Joan detached the gag and fitted a black dildo into the slave's mouth. As it was screwed in place a plastic shape pressed over the tongue to force it out of a hole at the base of the tube. For a moment the slave gagged as the mistress closed her nostrils. Diane now breathed through the hole in the dildo her tongue forced to move back and forth to allow air into her wide-open mouth.

Crop in hand Joan straddled the large prick rearing over the face of the sex doll. Slowly she slipped down until the whole it was inside. She felt her victim struggle as the airway closed and tongue contacted her tender clitoris. Pleasing herself with slow movements she slipped up and down feeling the realistic shaped ridges to plough her pussy. At the bottom of every stroke she allowed Diane's tongue too stretch and tickle her.

As the doll struggled to breathe she took her deep pleasure.

"Oh god,” she cried each time as a soft lick passed over the flesh of her inner lips.

It was so good. Each stroke took longer as she paused to let the soft tongue service her sex. After a few minutes of sheer pleasure Joan noticed that Diane was not stimulating her properly. Joan used the crop to slash at the slave's open thighs. The blow landed lengthways on the tender slit of the slave's sex making her convulse with distress. The movement made the dildo drive deep into Joan's pussy as Diane jerked her head up.

At that moment the mistress cried out with gratification. As she came she aimed another blow and once again caught the slave's delicate pussy. A mixture of power and sexual fulfilment spread a warm glow through Joan's body with a rush making her breasts and face blush with orgasm.

For a minute she stayed on the dildo and allowed herself to feel the deeply placed tool spread her wet sex. This was the best that it had ever been. Everything before was just a beginning to Joan.

Under her ass Joan felt the smooth leather that was warm from the exertions of her slut. A little cool air passed over her swollen lips as Diane breathed gaspingly. Joan allowed the cane to touch the delicate pussy of her sex doll and slip into the raw interior. She felt a slight motion as it slid through the moist flesh.

'Now for the punishment,’ she thought as she slipped off her slave with a smooth motion.

She kneeled by the prostrate form and looked at the beautiful contrast between light flesh and black leather. Two breasts swelled through their openings and flopped to each side of the torso. Tonight they would be her target. She reached out and stroked a breast with her hand.

Joan took off the mask. Unlacing it she slipped it off Diane's head and looked into her eyes.

"We must do this more often,” she smiled.

Diane blinked in the light and said. "I will try to please you mistress."

"You shall do more than try, slave!” said Joan. "But for now the pleasure is over and the learning begins. Later I may well indulge myself but first I'm afraid that I must teach you manners."

With strong hands she attached the ankle cuffs to the posts of the bed. This spread her slave's legs wide making her pussy open and gape with moist folds and hole clearly in view.

"You will not make a sound. If you do then you have failed to learn an important lesson in obedience. If you speak or cry out I shall gag you and allow Gail to punish you with the crop."

Diane did not need to be told that Gail would push to the limit. She seemed jealous of her mistress' new toy and would take it out of her hide. With a nod she signalled that she understood.

"Fine. Now that we understand one another we can start,” said Joan. "Tonight I have decided that your breasts are to be tortured. I do not like the way that they spoil the beautiful look of the leather. When I am finished you will thank me politely and ask if I have any other punishments for you."

Diane looked at Joan.

She was so helpless all she could do was to nod.

Joan smiled and went to fetch the items that she had in mind. She returned with a bag of leather thongs. Holding one in front of Diane's eyes she said. "First your breasts will be tightly bound."

One by one she tied the thongs in place. Each was knotted an inch from the next and then pulled tight. Sixteen times Joan tied a thong in place making both breasts stand rigidly to attention. When she had finished Joan brushed the flat of her hand over each swollen nipple. Purposely she had started at the chest so that the flesh was stretched as she progressed.

Diane flinched at her touch but did not make a noise.

Joan showed Diane what she had in her hands.

"These are perfect for your nipples dear,” she said as she opened and closed the pincer like clips before her slave's eyes. Diane's eyes opened with fear as Joan opened a clip and allowed it to close over the very tip of the nipple. She noticed that her slave bit her lip as the spring closed the clip.

With a little tweak she ensured that it was in place.

The next clip was allowed to close with a snap. The slave twitched and virtually held her breath in order not to make a noise. The pain burnt her as if a cigarette had been stubbed out on the sensitive flesh.

The mistress then attached the clips with a short length of chain pulling the breasts together. "I think that breast bondage is interesting,” said Joan with a grin. "But I am so looking forward to dealing with the pussy that my husband fucked."

Diane felt Joan rub her hands over her constricted breasts feeling how the thongs bit into the soft flesh and caused them to become tight with the grip of the leather. Finally she rubbed the pinched nipples feeling how the clips bit into the sensitive tips.

Joan then opened the bag and brought out a thick candle. "I was saving this for your pussy but I think that I shall have to get another,” she said as she lit it. It took a minute for the wax to melt before Joan tipped it over the taut breasts.

The hot wax dribbled over the pale flesh leaving splashes and lines where it hardened as it cooled. Diane twitched with every drop. Joan spent a few minutes splashing the searing wax until Diane's breasts were covered with hardened wax.

"Now for the punishment." Laughed Joan. "Let us see how the wife's touch contrasts with the husbands,” she showed Diane a small whip. The strands were short but knotted. "If you are a good dolly I will give you a present. If you are a bad girl I will use a real whip."

The first slashing blow if the whip caught the upright breasts with a cracking sound shattering the wax and leaving red stripes on the raw flesh. Diane gasped involuntarily at the pain. "Oh dear. I asked for silence and you did not comply. Should you be punished?"

Diane nodded and bit her lip as Joan said. "At the next sound I shall use the gag and then thrash you with the crop."

The next blow caught the clips on the slave's nipples. It made her flinch but she managed to stay quiet. "That's better,” said the mistress with a grin as she plied the whip again and again.

The swollen breasts were a mass of weals from where they exited the leather top to the nipples. At last Joan seemed to be satisfied. "Not too bad I suppose, would you like your present?" The slave was sobbing silently. Her breasts, so tender and exposed, were bruised and scorched. She nodded causing Joan to fetch two rings.

"These are for your nipples dear,” she said as she showed Diane the steel rings. With a sudden move she pulled off the clips making Diane start in pain as the blood flowed through them. Carefully she lined up the gap in the rings to the tips of the nipples. Then she slid a metal part that would complete each ring. It pierced the tender flesh and then clicked into place.

Permanently.

The other ring was put in place in the same way making a single drop of blood ooze from the wound.

"That looks good pet,” said Joan as she moved the rings to see how they fell. Then she undid the thongs. "I don't want your breasts to be permanently damaged slave, I have so many ideas for their torment." As she undid the thongs Diane gasped. Pins and needles hurt her as the blood rushed into the sensitive flesh.

"Oh dear, now I have to fit the gag again."

Joan fitted the hood over Diane's head lacing it as tight as possible. Carefully she screwed the gag into place and inflated it until no more air could be pressed into the bladder in Diane's mouth.

Once more she took the small whip that she had used earlier and gave her abject slave ten strokes to her pussy leaving it a mass of bright red stripes. Untying the slave she led her to a plain wooden stool. Standing a large vibrator on the seat, she sat Diane on the stool as she guided the intruder into Diane's sex.

Diane felt her weight push the dildo deep into her moist pussy. It opened her sex and ploughed the walls of her vagina. She felt every hard ridge as it reached the very top of her pussy just as her ass touched the stool.

Finally Joan tied her ankles to the stool and switched on the vibrator. As she left the room Joan could hear the steady whine as the rubber intruder reamed her slave's sex with strong up and down movements.