Annie, what a foot-shy little girl! She'd never omitted wearing any socks at any time, both at home and outside. Even during the hottest Summer, while she was wearing sandals, the eight year old protected her little feet with white or coloured socks. She accepted barefootness only when in bed. But when Annie one hot July day woke up, something had happened. All of her footwear, socks, shoes, home slippers too, were gone. She called for help through the door of her room and her parents told her that it was a punishment for what she had done the day before.

She just had to stay barefoot until September. Both inside and outside. Annie felt humiliated. Her parents had guessed her weak spot. Bare feet for her meant something like being naked. Was there any way to avoid this punishment?

Her father ordered her to come out of the room at once. She carefully walked out. Dad was waiting for her, a pair of handcuffs in his hand, some rope on the living room table: "I want you to know," he said, "that being barefoot is just the beginning, and I'm ready to enforce your punishment the best way I can. Let me demonstrate...".

-- added by EW, July 11 2003

Annie watched wide-eyed, as her father wound the end of the white clothesline rope around her wrist. Her mother standing right beside him holding a shoebox.

“Turn around” He ordered, and as a dutiful daughter always should, instantly complied.

She turned her head as far to the left as she was able, as she felt her father tie the wrist to her opposite arms forearm behind her back. And her eyes grew wide, her breath grew faster and shallower as her proceeded to tie the other wrist and bind it to the opposite forearm.

“Left leg up” Instructed her mother, and the rapidly increasingly terrified little eight-year-old again complied.

She tried desperately to balance on her right foot as her mother surprisingly slipped a white paten leather shoe onto her foot and tied its multiple thin straps around her ankle and lower leg and more across her toes.

“At least I’m wearing a shoe” She thought, hope growing in her mind.

“Right Leg Up” Her father ordered.

Annie’s left foot came down, and her father had to reach out and hold her shoulders firm as she started to fall backwards.

Her new shoes had no heel, forcing her to attempt to learn very quickly to support her thin little body perched up high on her toes.

“Right Leg Up” Her father repeated as he held her.

She complied, still the dutiful “Daddy’s Girl” she had always tried very hard to be.

Then her mother strapped the new piece of footwear on to her other foot, and when she was done placed her newly shod feet side by side.

“I am going to let go of your shoulders and you are going to stand up on your own or fall flat on your ass” Her father instructed.

Annie felt her father let go and struggled mightily to stand.

“Walk towards me” Her father ordered backing up across the room.

She took a tentative step, but felt herself falling. As she neared the floor she cried out and her father grabbed her before she hit the hardwood of the dining room floor, setting her back on her feet.

“Again” Ordered her mother.

She tried again, this time making five shaky steps before loosing her balance. Again, her father set her back up on her feet.

“Again” Came her mother’s instruction. But this time, only three steps were successfully completed before she keeled over.

She felt her father lift her up, but this time, he carried her over to a chair, sat down and laid her struggling body across his lap.

“Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack, Whack”. A series of stinging swats across her panty-covered ass drew cries and tears.

“Next time it will be my belt” He warned.

-- added by Christopher Toilkien, July 12 2003

But that was only her new morning regime.

Lunch was a dog bowl in a corner filled with pre-cutup omelet, eaten on her knees with her hands still secured behind her back. She was then marched to the bathroom, where thankfully her mother wiped her clean afterwards.

"Get used to it" Was all she replied when Annie whined about learning to walk on her tiptoes and especially in bare feet.

But right outside the bathroom, her father was waiting for her.

"I have prepared the back yard for your new lifestyle" He informed her.

Her parents had always been very private individuals, especially in regards to their private lives. They all attended church regularly and her parents served on various school and church comities when asked. But while in bible school last Sunday, upon being shown a picture of Adam and Eve, obviously nude in the Garden of Eden. Little Annie had innocently said it looked like her mom and dad in their back yard.

For Annie’s parents were Nudist’s and had even met when they were Annie’s age at a nudist camp in Sweden when on a young nudist exchange tour. It had only taken a few minutes when the children were reunited after the Church service for the word of her parents behavior, even in the privacy of their own backyard to make its way around the congregation.

The pastor, a man of the world as well as a man of the cloth, broached the rumor to Annie’s parents as they were getting into their BMW 4X4.

The ride home was in dead silence.

The extensive backyard had a high brick wall and tall cedars all the way around. The pool with Jacuzzi were up near the house and the crushed red brick tennis courts two hundred feet away near the back of the yard. Her parents spent most evenings lounging in the backyard, or playing tennis together.

Annie had been used to seeing them nude all her life and her being nude, except for her socks had always brought a smile to their faces before.

Annie saw a trail of shinny leafed stalks had been strewn all down the path to the tennis courts. Her mother gripped her shoulders as her father bent down and wrapped face clothes around each of her ankles, securing them in place with that gray duct tape. He then wrapped more clotheslines around on ankle tied it off and wrapped the other end around the other.

Her mother let her go, and she found her step, already limited by being forced to walking on her toes, was now limited to a mince with a very effective hobble.

"Down the walk to the tennis courts" Her father ordered emphasizing it with a swat of his palm on her bare bum cheeks.

So off she minced, until she stepped on the first of the shiny little branches strew across the way-stones.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed. "That hurt" As she lifted her left foot.

"Move it" Ordered her father with another swat to her bare ass. "Those are only nettles to ensure you keep up on your toes"

Her father kept pace with her as she carefully made her way down the two hundred feet to the tennis courts, a nettle switch swatting her bare ass if he thought she was slowing down or stepping out too far. She cried out about a dozen times most for impaling her instep on nettles, the remainder from her father switching her ass with the one on the branch in his hand.

She was sweating profusely by the time she made it to the tennis courts. To find her mother sitting in a lounge chair in the middle of the double wide crushed red brick covered expanse. The nets had been removed and a long clothesline ran from the center post to where the wire mesh fence gate let you in.

"She is all yours dear" Her father said.

"Thank you for warming her up for me dear" Her mother answered as she stood and walked towards her daughter with a dog collar in her hand. Annie saw the loose end of the long white clothesline move like a snake behind her.

Her mother reached down and applied the dog collar around Annie’s throat, belting it in place. Annie saw the rope leading down her seat glistening flat chest to the post far away.

"Your switch, dear" Annie’s father said handing it over.

"Ever so kind of you" Her mother replied.

"Move it!" And she switched Annie’s backside.

"Walk around the entire tennis court at the extreme length of the rope" Annie’s mother ordered.

It took only one instance of her nude heel touching the sharp edges of the crushed brick that covered the court to instruct her not to repeat it.

Around and around under the noonday sun, except were the tall trees gave a modicum of shade to her body along the far end of the yard for at least part of her circumnavigation of the court.

After ten laps, she was rewarded with a single bottle of water.

Her ankles were sore, her feet trembling from the exertion of keeping her body up on her toes.

"Look dear" Her dad said as he walked up to her wife as she stood beside the trembling and sweat drenched body of their daughter.

"Here is an add for a new dance school being run by a Mistress Vicki direct from her retirement from the Bolshoi ballet troop" He said handing his wife a folded copy of today’s newspaper.

"She says in her add that she trained most of the current dancers of the ballet" He continued "In her private school for little girls Annie’s age back in Moscow, to walk and dance in their bare feet up on their toes"

Annie’s mom pulled on her neck rope until Annie stood directly in front of her chair.

"I think we have found the perfect teacher for you" Her mother said, pulling in the rope, bending Annie’s head down until her nose touched the paper.

"New Russian Ballet teacher moves into our burg" The story ran.

"Mistress Vicki, primary instructor to the Bolshoi Ballet Company of Moscow for twenty-five years retired and joined her daughter’s family here last year. But she became bored and has decided to use her lifetime of instruction to give our local preteen girls the benefit of her barefoot ballet school.

Prospective students should be brought by her parents as Mistress Vicki requires her students parents to sign a waiver due to her exacting training regime may be more stringent that others found outside of her homeland"

"Phone Mistress Vicki to see if we can enroll Annie immediately" Her mother instructed her husband. "I will clean her up to a presentable state"

Annie, sweat dripping of every point of her preteen body, her legs trembling from today’s extortion, listened as her parents decided to enroll her in school were a professional would put her through an even more exacting regime.

Her mother frog marched her all the way back to the house over the pathway of nettles, and again she was punished with a swat on her taunt rear for crying out when a nettle pierced the sole of her feet. She was walked all the way to the Jacuzzi beside the pool and even all the way in. There her mother finally released her arms, which brought more pain as the blood flowed back in.

At this at least her mother showed a modicum of solace and massaged, her arms as they sat up to the neck in the swirling bubble frothed water of the hot tub.

Then her father reappeared, portable telephone in hand and a look on his face that told little Annie her fate was sealed.

"She is quite willing to instruct Annie as we wish and even provides pickup service" He informed his wife.

"They will be here within the hour"

Both parents pitched in, as eagerly as they had so far today. Within the hour, Annie was bathed, her hair washed, blow dried and set in the ponytail Mistress Vicki had requested all her students hair be kept in. Or shaved completely off, whichever the parents of the students desired.

So there she was, hands bound behind her back as before, and a dog leash and collar her father had hurried out and bought "Just for her".

"Wow, my very own dog leash and collar" Annie thought to herself. "And even a dog tag with my name and address on it too"

"Just in case she got the silly idea she had a choice whether or not to go with those sent to pick her up" Her Father had informed his eight year old little daughter, her parents stood just inside the front door waiting for her "Ride into fame and fortune"

Through the glass of the screen door Annie saw a full sized black van with "Mistress Vicki’s School of Barefoot Dancers" emblazoned across the sides. Two tall thin adult females got out and walked up to the door, one holding a clipboard. From their casual, but athletic movements, it was clear these two were ballet dancers.

"One to pickup, eight year old Annie Giatrom" She inquired in a heavily Russian accented voice.

"Here she is" Her mother replied, handing over her leash.

"We will have her back" The one with the clipboard replied. "In time for her first day of school two and a half months hence"

"Just as we arranged" Her mother said kissing her on the head. "Have a nice summer"

Annie heard her parents close the front door behind her as the other adult female led her down the sidewalk to the black van. At the back, they opened it to reveal two long hard benches. Six girls approximately Annie’s age were already belted in sitting hands bound behind their backs as Annie’s were. They lifted her up and sat her down neck to Rasha, the Chief of the districts Police. Across from her, Annie recognized the Mayors stepdaughter Sarah and her best friend Nancy, the grade school, Annie attended principle’s daughter next to her.

The two adults belted her in at waist and another across her chest from the back of the seat.

"I guess there will be no outrage or rescue of abused girls by anyone in authority in this berg" Annie realized as the van drove off.

"Everyone in it for the summer" Annie inquired, and was surprised when everyone just nodded until she realized she was the only one not gagged.

"O-Shit" She thought to herself. "I wonder if leaving me not gagged was a deliberate act by my parents to get me in trouble right from the start with this Mistress Vicki" Annie thought, then realized she was probably right.

-- added by Christopher Toilkien, July 21 2003

"Did you have permission to speak, young lady?" Mistress Vicki asks. "N...N...No, but..." Annie stutters in answer. "No buts!"

Victoria Barenakewicza (as Ellie later heared her full name was) signed to one of the men, who stepped up to Annie and ordered her to open her mouth. Annie decided that the best thing was to comply, and before she knew it a gag was in her mouth as well, and secured on the back.

"Which brings us to the rules," Mistress Vicki said, as Annie allowed her hands to be bound. "You are not allowed to speak without permission. You are not allowed to leave or enter a room without permission. You are not allowed to sit down, lay down or stand up without permission. Punishments for breaking these or any other rules is up to me, but usually severe. Is that understood?" Seven unhappy, gagged girls nodded, and the car drove off to what would be their home for the next two and a half months.

-- added by Yosh, July 21 2003

The large iron gates opened automatically to allow the black van and it's cargo of seven frightened,bound,and gagged little girls to enter.Coming to a stop at the top of a circular driveway an attendant opened the back door of the van and with one assistant unfastened each girl's seatbelt and lowered them each to stand in a straight line one behind the other. Another attendant carrried a long chain and stopped before the first girl.The chain was wrapped around her neck and secured with a padlock. The length of chain was then secured around the neck of the next little girl in line and padlocked. The attendant worked down the line of little girls til he reached Annie. Annie let out a slight muffled sigh as the chain was fastened and padlocked around her neck too,sadly realizing that there was no way out of this situation and resigning herself to her fate.

Two more attendants approached the chain linked line of little girls, each one carrying a pair of shears. They proceeded to the first two girls in line and began to snip the clothes off each girl, allowing the tattered remnants of clothing to fall to the ground. Annie stood perfectly still in her place at the end of the line as the attendant snipped first the shoulders of her blouse and then the waistband of her shorts and panties,watching helplessly as her clothes fell down around her bare feet.

A matron then approached Annie and cruelly took hold of her right nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Pulling the little tan fleash taught the woman attached a screw clamp to Annie's little nipple and tightened it down with several turns of the screw. Annie winced in pain as the metal bit into her tender flesh. The matron then attached a clamp to her other nipple just as tightly, then pulled firmly on the rings attached to the clamps to test for a snug, tight fit. Satisfied the clamps were secure the matron finished off by attaching a stainless steel ball weighing about 100 grams to the ring fastened to each of Annie's nipples. Annie did her best to endure the dull ache in each of her severely distended nipples as she watched the matron attached the same clamps and weights to each of the girls in front of her.

With the tiny students disrobed,chained, and nipple clamped in a straight line before her, Mistriss Vicki then addressed her "students" in her harsch slavic monotone.

"Now girls you will all stand on your tiptoes and remain on your toes. If any of you touch your heels to the ground another weight will be added to your clamps each time your feet touch the ground ! Now up on your toes and march straight ahead to the dormitory" Miss Vicky barked.

The seven little girls rose up on their toes and gingerly scampered forward toward the dorm building. About ten meters from the building the third girl in line, Sarah (the Police Chief's daughter) stumbled slightly and let both her little feet touch the ground. A matron immediately approached her and added an additional weight to each of her nipple clamps. Poor Sarah issued a muffled "ummphh" from behind her ball gag as her poor nipples stretched even further down,causing the skin around her nipples to sag. Sarah instantly rose up again her toes and cried silent tears of pain as they tiptoed the last several steps to the dorm.

Once inside the dorm the girls were marched into a room that resembled a gymnasium, all still on their toes. This time they were lined up side by side, still linked by the chain looped around each of their necks. Several matrons now went to work, attaching thin chains hanging from ratchet pulleys on the ceiling to each little girl's nippple clamp. Once attached the chains were pulled up thru the pulleys,stretching the little nipples upwards, until each girl was forced to stand on her tip toes. A matron checked each girl's clamps for tightness,screwing down the clamps even more and cranking the attached chains up again to make sure each of the little girls was literally hanging by their severely stretched nipples.

Once the matrons had the little girls securely fastened, thin ankle cuffs were attached to each girl's leg. The cuffs were attached to a metal rod that forced each girls ankles about a foot apart. All their weight now rested entirely on their big toes. Mistress Vicki inspected each of her charges, and satisfied with their state of helplesness she barked at them once more.

"You girls are now on your toes and you will remain on your toes until we tell you otherwise. You are all naked and you will remain naked while your are in our school. You are all barefoot and you will be kept barefoot until we return you to your parents.You have been given to us for training and we will train you. You are the property of this school for the reaminder of your training. Any disobedience will be severely punished. This is your only warning."

At that Miss Vicki turned and left the gym,followed by her matrons. Little Annie gave in and let the tears flow. She could not decide which hurt her most: her severely clamped and stretched nipples, her big toes now supporting all her body weight, or her aching and cramping calf muscles,now burning with the strain of being up so high on her toes for so long.She wondered how long would she have to stay like this? How much longer could she remain up on her toes? What were they going to do to her next?

-- added by Elliott Strictbinder, August 2 2003

Her nipples were burning, her toes were aching, her arches on fire, her soles quivering under the intense pressure. Annie could take it no longer. Although the searing pain in her nipples were bad, her feet were in utter agony. She slowly relazed them, letting her rosy heels touch the cool hardwood floor of the Gymnasium.

For a few seconds, blessed relief flowed through Annie's body.

Then the alarm sounded.

A piercing shriek of a siren that made all the girls wince. The Gymnasium doors immediately burst open, Miss Vicky along with six other matrons at her flanks, stormed in. Their faces born the look of that of a woman scorned.

Annie quickly got back up on her toes, her calf muscles and ankles screeching in protest. She could only hope they didn't see her standing flat on her feet.

The matrons fanned out in front of the girls, Miss Vicky in the center. All the girls were trembling, confused and fearful.

"I'm going to give the offending party one chance to admit that she was the one who let her feet down," Miss Vicky said in a cool voice. "It will be much easier on you if you own up. If you don't and you force us to root you out, you will receive twice the regular punishment for your offense." No way, Annie thought. There's no way she could know it was me. She's bluffing.

Miss Vicky scanned the row of trembling girls evenly, waiting for a few moments. Suddenly her eyes hardened. "All right, if that's the way you would like it. Release nipple clamps, please."

All the girls breathed a collective sigh of relief as the nipple clamps first slackened, then fell off their nipples. All were careful to stay on their toes.

"Girls, please turn around."

After a bit of shuffling, they all managed to turn around, facing the Gymnasium's white cement wall.

"If I can direct you attention to the floor, you will see lenses that have been built into the wall oif the Gym. These lenses are attached to cameras through which we an observation team reports any Offenses."

Annie suddenly felt a cold, sick feeeling in the pit of her stomach. She was caught.

"So," Miss Vicky went on, now strolling in Annie's general directly, two matrons following behind her, "you see that we were watching your every move. And when Annie over here decided that she was better than the rest of you deserved an unauthorized respite from her training, we caught her. Her heels were on the ground ofr 4 seconds... 4.6 seconds, to be exact."

Miss Vicky and the two matrons were now standing driectly behind Annie, who was shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down her face. What were they going to do to her?

"Amd at Mistress Vicky's School of Barefoot Dancers, every second of disobiediance equals one one minute of punishment. Normally, Annie's infraction would only cost her arounf four and a half minutes, but since she has decided not only to disobey me but DEFY me by not owning up to her mistakes, she will receive a full ten minutes of punishment."

As Miss Vicky was talking, the two matrons had stepped forward and removed Annie's spreader bar and unchained the sobbing girl from the rest of the group.

"As with every punishment carried out here, you will all bear witness to it, and it will be carried out immediately." She motioned to the other four matrons, who quickly removed the other six girls' spreader bars. Many sighed with relief. "All right ladies, let's take a stroll to the Correctional Chamber, shall we? And do try to stay on your toes!"

The four matrons and Miss Vicky led the six girls out of the Gymnasium while the two matrons holding Annie dragged her behind them.

* * * * *

After a lengthy walk through the facility, the girls reached the Correctional Chamber on the far side of the East Wing. It looked like a small theater, with about fifty seats. It was relatively empty as only six girls and four matrons currently occupied the second and third rows (it was customary that the girls who were not being punished be comfortable as possible so they could fully appreciate the pshycological impact of the sessions).

At the front of the "theater" was a large stage, and in the center of it was a large enclosure made of plexiglass, the front wall and side walls made of glass, while the back wall was actually the stage wall, amde of steel. In the upper corners of the wall were air vents. In the center of the steel wall was an iron door. The enclosure was about 12' x 15'.

The girls waited in tense silence for a few minutes when suddenly the iron door of the enclosure was yanked open and Annie was thrown into the enclosure bare seconds before the iron door slammed shut. Curiously, the girls could hear the vibration of the door closing, but not the sound. Annie appeared to be wandering around the enclosure very bewilderedly.

* * * * *

Annie looked down briefly at the floor she was just thrown on and noted with some puzzlement that the floor of the enclosure was essentially a large shiny metal plate. God, I just want to go home, thought Annie.

* * * * *

Miss Vicky walked into the theater with the two other matrons bringing up the rear.

"Hello, girls. Please do not call out to Annie. She cannot see or hear you." Miss Vicky stopped next to one of the plexiglass walls and tapped it. "The Hot Foot Room, as I like to call it, has one-way, soundproof glass." She turned towards the matrons. "Well, shall we get on with it?" The matrons smiled eagerly. They seemed quite excited.

"Now girls, no talking during the Punishment Session, with is to last 10.2 mintues."

With a large grin on her face, Miss Vicky sat herself in the center of the front row. A control panel buzzed up from the floor. It had a series of switches and dials on it.

Miss Vikcy flicked a switch and Annie's fearful whimpers and sobs came through the speakers lined in the walls of the theater. She ficked another switch and a faint whirring, as if something cycling up, under the stage, was heard in the theater as well as through the speakers. Annie heard it as well becuase she was looking around, more bewildered and afraid than ever.

Her grin larger than ever now, Miss Vicky's black nails flicked another switch, her other hand hand on a large dial in the center of the control console...

-- added by Bobby, August 17 2003

Some ropes came down from the ceiling and started moving around. The children in the public did not understand what was going on, and neither did Annie. The ropes went around Annie's glass prison slowly, until accidentily one hit Annie. To their surprise, the other girls saw Annie jumkp away immmediately.

Mrs. Vicky explained that the ropes were, at places, extremely hot. Any touch with the skin was extremely uncomfortable for Annie - or in clearer words, painful. Annie heared nothing of the explanation, but did not need too either, as was clear from her constant attempts to avoid the hot ropes, usually, but not always, successfully.

Mrs. Vicky pushed another button, and suddenly her voice did penetrate to the Correctional Chamber. "It is important to keep your posture, Annie. While you're under correction you should keep your heels up as high as possible. If not..." She pushed a button and a short but painful shot of electricity was sent through the metal floor. Annie screamed out and got confused, causing one of the ropes to hit her as well, causing a new shot of pain. Mrs. Vicky just switched off the microphone again and grinned.

-- added by Yosh, October 26 2003

Poor little Annie stood as high as her tortured calves would allow her to. She was reeling, menatlly, from the pain. All she could see was a mirror image of herself in the one way mirror of this cell. She was a mess. Her hair was tussled beyond belief, and there were red marks on her nipples from the clamps. She had the look of a wild animal in here eyes.

"Now girls," said Miss Vicky. "I think it is time for Annie to be punished some more. Do you agree?"

6 little yes ma'am's came back at her.

"Good, I thought so as well."

She reached out and opened the line between Annies cell, and her microphone.

"Annie, you are very naughty. Not only did you lower yourself before onto your soles, you attempted to hide that fact from me. Now, for the, shall we say, unpleasant part of your session."

Annie's eyes grew extremely wide. 'What now," she thought.

Mistress Vicky closed the channel, and pushed a button on her control board. Moments later, a steel bed slid out of the far wall of the cell.

Misstress Vicky re-opened the channel.

"Annie, go lay on that bed. Someone will be in to punish you shortly."

Annie shuffled over to the bed, remembering to keep on her tippy toes. When she got to the bed, she lowered herself onto it, and almost sighed in relief. Just as she was down, the door slid open again, and in walked a pair of lovely young ladies, about 15 or so. They were dressed in tight black latex catsuits, and wearing shoes that had at least 7 inch stiletto heels. They went to the small 8 year old girl, and buckled the straps that were on the bed to the girl's wrists and ankles. She was now completley immobile. The two older girls left, and a moment later, a boy of about 17 walked in.

"Am I allowed yet, Mother?" asked the boy.

Vickie smiled to herself. Her 17 year old son Brandon was coming along nicely as a Master of young girls....well, after all, he had a great techer. He was normally a very polite boy, but when given permission by Vickie, he turned into quite the animal. She flicked on the comm, and said one word.

"Yes"

Brandon nodded once in the direction of where he knew the seating area to be, and then turned his attention to the small, helpless, naughty girl in front of him. He removed his salcks, and pulled down his boxers, revealing an already hardening 9 inch cock. He loomed over the child, and finally spoke.

"Well, I guess that you need to be punished. So, Mother has allowed me to do this for you. Open your little mouth."

Annie did so, fearing a worse punishment. As son as her lips parted, Brandon grabbed her head and proceeded to orally rape her. After a few moments of bucking into her face, he came.

"SWALLOW IT BITCH!!!!!!!" he screamed, and Annie attempted to, only to fail. A small sliver of pearly white cum slid down her chin. Brandon was enraged. He pinched her nipples, and twisted, causing Annie to scream out. He climbed up on the small girl, and slapped her face. Vickie did not want her slave to be violated in this way yet, so she qwuickly opened the comm, and told Brandon to cease. He did so reluctantly, but gave Annie a parting slap. He stalked out of the room, and Annie was sobbing.

"Annie,"said Vickie over the Microphone. "You will now stay in the cell for 24 hours. Your punishment is over. I hope yoo learned your lesson."

-- added by Linda Leigh, November 6 2003

Annie awoke to the sounds of footsteps,steps that echoed through her head.Still half sleeply she wasn`t sure she had really heard them until the massive door swung open.She tried to sit up but the restraints held her body firmly down. She tried to focuse on the figure looming over her and what she saw made her heart stop. The woman was very tall, her grey hair cut short over the ears and her skin old and wrinkled,she wore a very drab coloured dress that ended just below the knees, on her feet were dark rather hard looking shoes with black stockings that matched the cold dead eyes that glared out from under a face of stone.She hadn`t really noticed the other two as they loosened the restraints freeing Annie.

Mein name ist Frau Langenscheidt, you will call me only Frau, do you understand?

Annie was still without breath to speak, she reached in her chest for the words but nothing came.All she could think of was this woman,the very sight of her.Frau was already annoyed at what was apparently Annie`s unwillingness to answer. Annie never saw it coming but she soon found herself laying in a heap on the steel floor, a stinging warmth in her left cheek.

Stand up! Frau screamed driving the heel of her shoe into Annie`s hand. Annie let out a scream and tried to pull her hand out from beneath the shoe but soon found the pain of being yanked to her feet by her hair much more to worry about. Annie was now on her feet, the cold room, ice cold floor and the fact that she had not been allowed to pee for 24 hours made her shiver. Her hand ached and she struggled to keep a eye on this Frau Langenscheidt.

I will say again, my name is Frau Langenscheidt, you will refer to me only as Frau this you understand?

Annie knew she had better say something and managed a muttered yes.

Again she felt the sting of Frau`s hand on her cheek and again was yanked back to her feet by her hair.

You will answer me in respectful voice, now I ask you do you understand this I have told you?

For Annie the messege reenforced by the pain in cheek, her hand and her hair was enough and somehow she managed a loud: yes, Frau!!

Gut, now I explain to you why you belong to me. As Frau spoke she walked slowly back and forth in front of Annie, she explained Annie`s disobedience and the disruption it had caused the day before and how now she was to be really disciplined. Annie presented a small shivering figure, standing there with her hands together instinctivly bured between her shaking thighs, skin as white as snow except for the reddened cheek, red marks made by a night in restraints and some very brused nipples. Her large, brown eyes gazed away from the Frau for just a moment, thinking of home, thinking of the cramps from her full bladder, the hard floor that hurt her feet, the soreness in her legs. The Frau had been in this job for many years. She knew the moment Annie`s gaze left her and took that to mean she no longer had the girl`s full attention.

Walking over to Annie, she commanded her to spread her legs. The sound of Frau`s voice suddenly made Annie pay attention but it was to late. Not daring to disobey she spread her legs just a bit. I tell you to spread your legs! You will be a test to me!

Annie quickly spread her legs as far as she could, causing the end of her catheter to emerge from between her vagina. The Frau turned her back to Annie, she wanted to deliver the punishment without warning so that Annie could not mentally prepair for the blow. Frau`s mind thought of nothing but inflicting one massive blow that would cause Annie such pain as she had as of yet to experience. She stood for at least a few minutes, wishing for Annie to again get lost in thoughts. Slowly Frau looked over her shoulder and Annie`s eyes were looking far off somewhere.

The Frau may have been old but she was attentive and she had seen early on that ring of blue-black bruse that went around each nipple on Annie`s chest.

Close your eyes now! Frau commanded.

Annie squinted and quickly closed her eyes as she saw the figure turning around. If Annie had seen what Frau had in her hand she might have done the unthinkable, try to run. Frau knew it would hurt, hurt probably so badly that Annie would lose her ability to stand. In Frau`s hand was a pair of needle nosed vice grips. Frau knew she had to grab one of Annie`s nipples and close the grips all in one motion. Choosing what looked like the most brused of the two small nipples on that milky white chest, Frau made her move.

By the time Annie felt the cold grips on her nipple it was too late to move away, she felt a rush of pain that seared forth from her nipple as Frau closed the vice grips, pinching Annie`s nipple between the harsh ribbed grips. Frau locked them closed. Annie thought she had felt pain the day before but nothing like this, this she could not take.

She couldn`t even scream, her hands grabbed for her nipple just as her legs went out from under her.

Frau was ready for this and held the grips tight. Annie was now suspended with only her heels touching the floor, suspended by the grips that clamped her nipple so tightly. Frau began to lift Annie until Annie was being held in the air by nothing but the grips.

Annie let out a scream that came so far from within her that it lasted the entire exhale of every bit of air from her chest. Frau now twisted the grips back and forth, Annie`s entire body following every twist. Annie thought at any moment her nipple would rip from her chest, she half wished for it to releave the pain.

Now I think Frau has your attention yes?

Annie could not speak and knew for that she would pay even more. By now she was losing feeling in the nipple but the searing pain just radiated across her chest and into her shoulder. Frau lowered her to her knees and commanded her to stay that way. Annie could make out very little through the tears in her eyes, worst of all she could not see the Frau. The cold vice grips felt good where the handles touched her panting chest, but that pinched nipple felt as if it would be torn from her body. How she wanted to just scream.

Frau was behind her prepairing another little treat for Annie. Anchored to the bars above the cage was a pulley and Annie could only vaguely make out Frau`s hands doing something. They were attaching the end of the cable to a loop on the vice grips. Annie felt a new wave of pain across her chest as slowly she was being pulled to her feet by her painful nipple. In what seemed like hours but was really short of a minute Annie was now suspended in the air, hanging by her pinched nipple, her feet unable to touch the ground. Now and then a small spot of blood would hit the floor with the smack, her nipple was squeezed so tightly that the blood was being forced out through the skin. Frau saw the blood but knew not to worry, the nipple would be damaged yes, but it would not tear off. Annie could only wince when she felt the sting of a wip across her buttocks and legs. She thought she heard something about 50 lashes but it was lost in the blows. Slowly she felt herself give in, give in to the pain, her eyes rolling back in her head she just endured it knowing at the least no matter what they would not allow her to die.

-- added by Der Kollektor, November 10 2003

Slowly, Annie woke up. The last thing she remembered was the horrible pain that Frau was inflicting on her nipples. She trembled as she remembered, and she tried to lift her hand up to rub her sore little nipples. But, when she tried to lift her hands, she coudlnt. She tried to say something in confusion, but all that came out was a muffled cry of fear. She shook her head to try and focus her eyes, and what she saw caused another muffled cry of fear.

She was in a barely lighted, long room, lying on the hard wooden floor against the mirrored wall with the other six little girls. All of them had been completely wrapped up like mummies from the waist up, with only their little nipples and eyes exposed. All of them looked at their just awake classmate and started squealing and moaning through their gags.

Nancy looked at the other girls, even wrapped up as they were she could tell they were ragged and tired from their terrible training. Whatever had happened it was definitely not as bad as what she had gone through. Everyone was squirming weakly on the floor. They whimpered as their sore feet trembled from the pain they had been put through. Nancy though that maybe she could use her toes to unwrap one of the girls, and tried to grab the wrappings on Sasha, who was sitting right next to her, with her toes. Annie's feet slid uselessly against the tight wrappings on Sasha's body and she quickly realized that there was no way their toes could free anybody. Annie lowered her bare feet to the hard wooden floor, and moaned a cry of despair that was mimicked by the other girls.

Eventually, the sound of a door opening was heard, and Mistress Vicki and two female attendants walked out of the darkness to tower over the seven cowering and bound little girls. Mistress Vicki gave Annie a quick scowl, which made Annie cringe.

“Okay girls, I trust that you are all ready for your next lesson?” Mistress Vicki said in a commanding tone, and the seven little girls nodded their heads meekly. The two attendants roughly helped the seven girls stand up, and each of them immediately stood on their tippy toes the second they were upright. Shackles were placed on their little ankles as they stood helpless and waiting on their toes. Annie could see that there were lines on the floor, and that each of the girls were standing on one of the lines. “Your next lesson is simple. You must walk back and fourth on your toes along the line you are standing on. From one end of the room to another. You will do this for five hours straight. Is that understood?” The seven girls whimpered at the thought, but nodded yes without hesitation at their teacher’s orderes. “Good,” Mistress Vicki said as she turned to leave. “My attendants will stay to watch and make sure you follow my orders. If any of you let your soles touch the floor or if any of you fall down, they will punish you severely. Begin!”

Slowly and painfully, the little girls began pacing on their toes up and down their lines. The shackles kept the girls from taking big steps, and it was very difficult for them to turn around once they reached the end of their lines. Annie whimpered in pain with each shaky step she took. She noticed that Nancy, her best friend, was walking the line next to hers, and also noticed that Nancy was walking very fast. “If she keeps walking like that she’s going to trip for sure,” Annie thought. She tried to figure out a way to warn her friend, but before she could, Annie tripped and fell painfully on her chest.

Annie almost fell herself as she stopped to stare at Nancy. All the other little girls, also stopped to stare at Nancy for only a quick second before they all went back to their painful lesson. Nancy squirmed on the floor and squealed in terror at the punishment she feared was coming, she lifted her little feet in the air and kicked them desperately. Sure enough the two attendandts were over her. They took the shackles off of her ankles, and to her horror and everyone elses horror they began wrapping her legs with the same wrappings that bound her body. Nancy squealed and squirmed as the attendants began wrapping her legs, stopping at her ankles and leaving her fluttering feet and wiggling toes unbound. Finally, they wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, leaving the dainty feet and sore little nipples the only exposed part of the helpless, mummified girl. Before she could do anything, the attendants placed two bulb like clamps tightly on Nancy’s nipples. Nancy squealed in pain and clenched her little toes from the pain. As Nancy squeaked muffled pleas for mercy and squirmed like a helpless worm in the arms of one of the attendants, the other attendant pulled harness down from the dark cieling. The harness was wrapped firmly around Nancy's torso, then obscured with another layer of wrappings. Nancy was quickly pulled into the air, leaving her dangling and squirming helplessly in the air. One of the attendants pressed a small little button on each of the clamps on Nancy’s nipples, and they started vibrating strongly. Nancy squealed painfully and from terror and writhed helplessly in the air, there was nothing she could do but wiggle her toes and cry.

“You will be kept like that for 24 hours as punishment for what you did. The rest of you learn from this and keep up the lesson!” one of the attendants yelled, and they left Nancy helpless and tortured as the other little girls continued pacing on their toes. Annie could not take her eyes off of her best friend as she paced back and forth on her her sore toes. Nancy squirmed and writhed helplessly in the air, her feet fluttered desperately and her toes wiggled frantically, and her desperate squeaks were almost impossible to hear. The vibrating nipple clamps held down painfully on her little nipples, and no matter how much Nancy squirmed, neither the clamps or the wrappings showed any sign of letting her go. Annie realized that Nancy looked like a little insect trapped in a spider's web, and that this was probably exactly what her instructers had intended when they planned this particular punishment.

The minutes passed very slowly and painfully, and Annie and the other little girl continued pacing back and forth nonstop on their tiptoes, and Annie had lost track of how long she had been pacing painfully. Annie trembled again and almost fell over again as she heard another little girl, she could not tell who, squeal and hit the floor, and heard the footsteps of the attendants once again. She continued pacing back and fouth on her tippy toes as she listend to the sounds of another helpless little girl was punished for disobeying the instructor. She had no way of knowing how long she had been doing this, the pain in her feet and toes made it feel like an eterinty, but she had the feeling that five hours straight would be just enough for her and the rest of the girls to fall over and be punished. Annie was sure it wouldn’t be long before they were all dangling from the ceiling like little mummys with vibrating clamps on their nipples, she wondered how much pain and tortue her own little toes could take before she would fall and be punished like Nancy.

-- added by Li, August 1 2004