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Chapter Four
I stood frozen in the doorway, balancing atop six-inch pink plastic hooker heels, dressed in nothing but a sheer shortie robe with pink chiffon trim. Her presence, her voice, her beauty, and her eyes: they were the last things I had expected to find in my newly sissified bedroom. 
She handed me a scrap of fabric, which turned out to be a pair of panties to match my robe; they consisted of little more than a scrap of sheer mesh with a poof of chiffon and some string that might be generously called a thong. I wordlessly slid them on, stretching them over my growing erection.
She told me to hold out my hands and when I complied she buckled black leather cuffs around my wrists, which she secured together behind my back with a heavy lock. She knelt down and locked similar cuffs onto my ankles; those she connected with a heavy 12-inch chain, hobbling me. Compared to the lightness and softness of my lingerie, they stood out hard and rough and strong.
She moved closer and painted my lips with a bright pink, bubblegum flavoured lip-gloss. I pouted and blotted like a good girl, without having to be asked. I couldn't think at all. I just wasn't prepared for this. 
She had always disappeared on me. She'd always been gone once she'd made use of me. I had hated it, loathed it, and been cast into deep depression by it, but I suppose I also expected it. Now, like my body atop the heels, my mind was kept off balance.
Finally, she spoke. "Go out on the balcony for a while, my Edward, I have some work to do."
My mind raced and I felt my eyes widen in horror, but the increased light only brought more of her face, her beauty, her power to me, and I could do nothing else but what she asked of me. I shuffled out of the bedroom, the chain rattling between my feet. With my tiny steps taking me through the living room and then outside onto the balcony, I felt the warmth of her eyes replaced with a burning humiliation reddening my face and neck. 
My building is downtown so other buildings, mostly apartments and other condos, surrounded it. Standing out there, worse than naked, I didn't dare look around. If I didn't see anyone watching me then maybe no one was - and I certainly couldn't bear to look back into the eyes of anyone who had discovered my predicament. 
With my hands trapped behind me I couldn't even attempt to cover myself and despite the cool breeze outside, the memory of seeing Miss kept my cock stiff, stretching at the wisp of fabric covering me. Occasionally I would also catch glimpses of her, through the windows, going through my home, tossing things from my closet and drawers into large cardboard boxes.
After a virtual eternity, Miss slid the door open and permitted me inside and led me into the bedroom. The closet door was open to show it nearly bare. I saw that most of my dresser drawers were empty as well. There were four large cardboard boxes taped shut near the door.
I wanted to look around, to try to get some sense of what was happening, what her plans were, but even then all I could do, all I truly desired, was to look into her eyes. The happiness in them seemed to have grown more complete and I felt that they warmed my heart, like I was seated near a campfire on a chilly fall night.
Miss moved near me and unlocked my wrists as she said, "Move those boxes to the door, won't you please, my Edward?"
I carried them, one at a time, into the foyer and noticed the challenges of balancing myself atop the heels, especially when the chain still limited me to twelve-inch steps. Luckily, the boxes were light, containing mostly clothing.
After stacking the last box near the door, I eagerly approached her where she sat regally in my living room. The anticipation had been worse since I knew the whole time that she was near - knowing those eyes were within moments of me and yet not visible was like dying of thirst and not being able get the faucet working. I lost myself again in her gaze as she smiled up at me. 
"Kneel, my Edward, enjoy the drink I've prepared you."
I slid down to the floor, kneeling before the coffee table opposite her. I took up the large glass and sipped steadily at the delicious drink, thick and cold and sweet like a milkshake. My eyes never left hers and I didn't stop until the glass was drained. When I set it down empty on the table before me, she spoke once more.
"Now my Edward, I know you've gone through some doubts and I don't blame you. I don't even blame you for making plans with Rebecca. I know that even a sissy slut like you has needs for companionship and pleasure. I've learned a few things about her too, actually, and she seems quite lovely, if a bit innocent and inexperienced." I couldn't quite determine the tone of the soft smile that lit up her face that instant.
Her words had hung in the air only an instant when the phone rang, piercing the silence. I just wanted it to stop so that nothing might interrupt the music of the sound of Miss's voice. 
Miss picked up the nearby handset without hesitation and glanced down at the call-display information. She let out a musical giggle and spoke, "Speak of the devil. You may speak to her, but you needn't tell her that anyone is with you." 
With that, she pushed the speakerphone button and I muttered a nervous, "Hello."
Rebecca's voice, normally vibrant and warm, seemed nervous and awkward. "Ummm, hi Ed. It's me, Rebecca, and, um, I guess I wanted to talk about last night."
I was off balance as well, not at all knowing how to approach this. "Yes, I'd like that. I mean, you left so fast, and I think you were upset. I sort of wanted to try and explain, I mean, if I could."
"Ummm, yess, I think surprised, and I didn't mean to... I mean, I think I was shocked... I don't even remember... I mean we were having wine, laughing... then I felt a bit strange, and I don't mean to sound crazy, but I think I saw this amazing pair of eyes... well, then, I just woke up on top of you... and with... that thing... you know... in you... I've never done anything like that before..." 
I looked over at Miss, and she just encouraged me to go on. She absolutely loved the affect that the night had generated.
"I know it is strange, Rebecca, but I think I can try to explain it all," I said, not believing a word of what I said.
Miss was using her fingers in a beckoning motion and the words came out of my mouth before I thought about them, "Why don't you come back over, Beck, and we can talk it all over, okay?"
"Sure," she answered after a pause, "When should I come?"
"How about right now? I'll make coffee and we can talk."
"Okay." I was simply amazed that she had just agreed. "I guess I'll be there in about 45 minutes, okay?"
"Okay. I'll see you soon."
I looked up to Miss to have her gaze erase my doubts, nervousness and pure fear of accepting guests right now. 
Miss hung up the phone and smiled warmth from her eyes into mine once more. "Excellent!"
My fears faded and were pushed back into dark corners of my mind, but they were not quite eradicated. 
 "Come, my Edward, we've got a lot of preparations to make!"
I stood and waited for instructions while gazing lovingly into her eyes fully. I knew by now that they could make me forget any problem, any doubt. At least I hoped so.
"Go, put on some coffee and set out the pastries you'll find in the white box in the fridge. While you are making things in the kitchen ready, I have some things to do in here."
I made my way into the kitchen, still clad in only the panties and trapped by my hobbling chain, and got to work. I was sad to leave her sight, but I could hear her working, moving about in the condo, and the thrill of having her near was still powerful. It seemed to keep me from having to question too deeply just what I was doing, or what might be waiting for Rebecca. 
After so long, she was still with me. I busied myself in the kitchen, making everything perfect, grinding fresh coffee, setting out the sweets on a clean tray, cleaning up everything behind me. I brought them out to the living room.
Miss was stepping down off the sturdy coffee table gracefully. "Good. Now it is time to get you ready," she said with a smile, and I smiled back, as I was hoping to be more normally clothed to face Rebecca. Miss had other plans. She unlocked my ankle cuffs and my shoes and told me to strip. 
With so little to remove, I was completely naked before her in moments. Under the warmth of her eyes, even being stark naked but for lip gloss in my living room in the middle of the day on a Saturday didn't seem at all strange. 
Miss popped a homemade DVD into my AV player, and powered it up. "I want your full attention on the TV while I get you ready, my Edward, so you won't be distracted."
As the image came to life, I saw that it was her and I smiled and stared. She was larger than life, smiling, looking right into the camera's lens, right into me. She seemed to be in some lovely park warmed by dappled sunshine, wearing a clingy red dress that managed to be classic and obscene all at once. The sounds of her voice and laughter amidst the outdoor noises filled the room thanks to the surround sound speakers. The large screen I had splurged on allowed her beauty to fill my eyes and mind. 
I was dimly aware of the real Miss moving around me, dressing me, preparing me, but with the lovely moving images before me, I could almost completely separate myself into the world of the video, especially since I knew that was where she wanted my focus. 
When she was finished, she stepped in front of the screen, placing her real eyes between mine and hers in the video as she shut the TV down. I blinked back to the real world and become aware of myself once more. I wasn't dressed in any way I would have planned to meet Rebecca. I wanted to speak, to protest, to beg, but as my lips opened Miss filled my mouth with a bright red rubber dildo gag. 
She forced it between my teeth, deep enough so that I nearly gagged, and buckled it tight behind my neck. To my further horror, it was double-ended, with a large rubber cock wagging and jutting out about eight inches from where it sealed my mouth. She rolled a full-length mirror before me, so I could plainly see myself. 
I was back in heels, five inches tall at least, of bright red patent leather, locked around my ankles. The red stood out against black fishnet stockings on my legs, drawn up in perfect symmetry to the black garter belt around my waist. Red lace bikini panties stretched over my cock and across the garter belts. A waist cincher was laced around me, tight enough to reshape my body, giving me an hourglass profile and accentuating my hips. Of course, I also wore a matching bra, which strained to hold up what had to be at least DD breasts. They had the form of real breasts, but they seemed to be full of a think liquid, as they swayed and flowed freely with any minor movement I made.
"Now," she said, observing me from head to toe, "I think I'm almost out of time for this." She pulled out a strange gleaming contraption, consisting of a series of gleaming metal rings linked along a leather spine. She tugged down the front of my panties and tucked the waistband beneath my balls. 
She fed me into the thing, making sure they each circled my shaft. Once she had guided it all the way up to the base of my cock, she tucked my balls through the first ring, which was slightly larger. I was horrified by all of what was happening, but I was also obviously getting aroused; I was already stiff enough that it had been a tight fit to get me fully into the device. 
She pulled my panties back up over me, but with my shaft pointing straight up and trapped against my body, my purple cockhead peaked out from above the thin waistband of the thong, and I felt the tightness pull the lingerie even further between my ass cheeks. 
 I looked into her eyes, searching for that feeling of comfort, warmth, reassurance to balance the pounding feeling of impending doom and humiliation. I found some of it, but with it came a further sense of her own glee at my torment.
Black leather cuffs with metal rings circling them were already buckled around my wrists and she used a large steel padlock to lock them together before me. She knotted a long length of white rope to the cuffs, the other end of which I noticed had already been threaded through an imposing metal ring she'd found time to install in the ceiling right above me. 
Up until then, even with the comfort of her stunning eyes and beauty, I was afraid of the humiliation of my situation. Of the manner in which it seemed clear that she wanted to display me. Right then, my fear grew to a new level, as she held before me a large, gleaming steel hook that seemed about a foot tall. It was shaped something like a U-shaped fish hook, with a eye at one end, but at least the other end wasn't sharp - just softly rounded. 
She moved behind me and I had to watch the mirror to see a sudden new fear realized. She coated the hook in thick lube and then carefully and slowly began guiding and inserting it up into my ass. It was nowhere near the size of the many objects I'd been fucked with the night before, but it was so cold, so hard, so unyielding. I could feel the end push up into me until the shaft of it pressed up against me, sliding up between my ass cheeks, finally reaching the small of my back when it could go no further. 
Miss, still behind me, began to tug on the dangling rope, lifting my arms, which had been resting before me up me over my head. She didn't stop until the rope was taut and my arms were stretched straight over my head. Even atop my ridiculous heels I had to get up further onto my toes. This did nothing to make my massive new tits seem any smaller; rather they were pushed high and together creating a generous valley of artificial cleavage. 
The pain, the discomfort and the pure humiliation as she tugged the rope tighter still and began to secure it to the hook in my ass were a new low for me. The weight of my own arms was shaking and moving the hook, pulling it up even higher into me. Miss finally seemed satisfied as I moaned and whimpered and drooled around my gag, and she knotted it tight. 
She wasn't finished with me yet, approaching with a three-foot-long metal bar with small rings at each end, which she proceeded to lock to my ankles via the padlock at my high heels. As my legs were forced wider my body sank by another inch or two and my ass and wrists bore even more of my weight. I struggled to relieve the pressure by lifting myself onto my tiptoes but I could only hold that posture for a few moments at a time. Making things worse, my cock was still growing more and more stiff. As it strained at the limits put upon it by the surrounding steel rings, it really began to hurt. I was clueless as to why my cock was betraying me, or what about this I was finding particularly arousing, but I could do nothing but moan. 
Her preparations apparently complete, she stood right in front of me; so close that the lewd dildo jutting from my gagged mouth nearly touched her. She spoke softly while she comforted me with her stare, "I think it would be best, my Edward, if I did the talking when Rebecca comes over. You've been a bit unsure lately, and I know a lot of this is a surprise to you still. You've been through a lot, even in the last twenty-four hours - and I'm afraid the next two or three will be a bit of an ordeal as well." 
She paused as she reached down to stroke the painful bulge in my panties. "You see, I've been perfecting my very own blend of Viagra and Cialis in delicious shake form. Did you like the taste? The mixture manages to maximize both the size and duration of the erection. It does mean, however, that you'll be finding out personally why they call this little toy," she gripped and squeezed my aching cock, "the 'gates of hell.'" 
"Now, I hope you don't mind, but I'm sure Rebecca will be here any moment, and I think it would be best if she and I had a little privacy." My eyes went wide - was she going to move me yet? Instead, she placed small flesh-coloured plastic devices into my ears. They were like hearing aids, but instead of amplifying sounds around me, they were buzzing with a white noise that blocked out any other sound. Thankfully, as Miss turned the TV back on, they played the soothing sounds of her laughing and strolling through the idyllic park for me again, and my eyes could once more dance in hers.
I could observe her yet through stolen glances or out of the corner of my eye as she took away the mirror and fiddled with the trays of pastries on the coffee table before me, along with a pair of mugs and the steaming pot of coffee.
Even when I could not see her, I was still aware of her near me, but it was in a strange mix of dream and nightmare. I was partly in my own home, and partly out in paradise with Miss. I was partly in the bliss of her eyes, yet increasing in the real agony brought on by my cock trying vainly to burst out of its metal prison. I also had to alternate between the non-stop balance of alternating the burning pain between my legs and ass. 
I didn't hear the door, but I watched Miss go to answer it. Rebecca looked casually lovely in a pair of faded jeans and a fitted sweater. Her simple beauty was a stunning contrast to the Miss's powerful and raw sexuality. There was also a strange difference about her, a wideness and openness to the expression on her face. Even as she moved deeper into the condo, she navigated the hallway without ever looking away from Miss's face. I could see Miss's lips moving but only a quiet happy acceptance on Becky's face. 
Rebecca's gaze did break when she caught sight of me. Her head jerked to face me and her jaw dropped open. Miss placed a hand on her shoulder and kept speaking to her. Rebecca seemed to calm a bit but her eyes were doing a jerking dance between Miss's face and the bizarre sight of me trussed up and stretched and spread, displayed in lingerie, massive tits and all. A burning shame and a heated blush were adding to my torment, and they kept me from the full solace of Miss's recorded gaze still repeating on the screen before me.
I was caught between two worlds still, my gaze constantly returning to the image of my lovely lady on the TV, with accompanying sound still blocking out even a hint of the conversation taking place so close to me. Miss and Rebecca were sitting facing each other, each in one of my comfortable easy chairs: Miss was on my right and Rebecca on my left. They seemed oblivious to the constant pain of my throbbing cock right between them, though Rebecca did finally notice the other aspect of my predicament, notably the steel hook in my ass, pulling my arms high above my head. I'm sure the profile of the dildo gag was also very noticeable from where she sat, but it merited only an occasional glance. 
I was drooling helplessly now, my arms and legs were sore and stiffening, and I could feel every pounding heartbeat in my tortured cock. I could look down, but I couldn't see much past the rubber phallus jutting from my mouth and my massive tits. I was sure the exposed head of my cock was deep purple and it felt ready to burst. 
They sat and talked for at least an hour, though it was hard to gauge the passage of time. At some point, I could see a change happening, and Rebecca was looking at me more, as well as looking at Miss with a bigger and wider smile. The conversation was becoming one-sided again, and I could see Miss's lips moving, followed by Rebecca's nodding agreement, over and over. She kept her deep stare locked onto Miss's eyes, like they were her lifeline.
The two had been a calm tableau for so long that I was startled and entranced when Rebecca moved. She stood slowly and pulled her sweater up over her head, dropping it at my feet. There wasn't a single self-conscious glance at me, or at the wide-open curtains. The thin white tank top beneath it was next, simple dropped to the floor. Then, without hesitation, she unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled out of them, leaving her standing there, before Miss and before me in only a pair of mismatched underwear - a black cotton thong and a red satin bra. She was lovely and curvaceous, and I felt a refreshed pang of pain in my imprisoned cock. Rebecca's eyes never left Miss's. 
There was a moment's pause, as Miss stood and circled her, and then with another motion of Miss's lips, Rebecca reached back and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her shoulders. Her full breasts barely sagged at all as they were freed. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and slid it down, over her hips and down off her legs, stepping out of it gracefully, eager to look back up at Miss as soon as she could. 
I was in awe, and even my own discomfort was pushed from the forefront of my mind while I watched, not only seeing her body fully for the first time, but also seeing the mirror of my own entrancement, even as I was held in its grip.
Rebecca was standing still, completely naked, and she had stepped her feet a bit more than shoulder length apart. Her fingers were interlaced behind her neck with her elbows out to her sides. Miss fitted a wide leather belt around her waist and buckled it tight. She then made a special show next of displaying a narrower leather belt to Rebecca. In the middle of it, secured with large metal studs, was a pair of dildos, both flared out; one was slightly larger than the other. 
Both dildos glistened with lubricant, which was a generous touch, since Miss was not at all slow in pushing them up into Rebecca's pussy and ass. The end of the strap in front and back were buckled up firmly to the wide belt, and Miss gave numerous tugs to make sure they were as tight and deep as possible. Miss then covered her hips and legs with a shiny red latex pencil skirt. It clung to her curves like a second skin, pulling tight as Miss secured the zipper from the waist down to its lowest extent, about three inches below her knees. The zipper actually locked closed with a tiny padlock. 
Next was a matching top, again in red latex, that zippered up in back. It took some work to get her into it and Miss had to use her hands to properly position Rebecca's breasts so that the low scooping neckline in front gave a generous view, barely covering her obviously stiff nipples. Miss then helped her into a pair of heels, red with a gleaming metal spike heel at least six inches tall. 
Rebecca, following another command I couldn't hear, moved to stand at one end of the living room, facing out the window, her fingers still interlaced. 
I was startled as Miss then turned her attention back to me. For so long I had been just a tormented afterthought, so it was unsettling to be involved again. She unbuckled my dildo gag and pulled it out of my mouth. A wash of drool spilled down my chin.
I wondered if she would free me, but that question was quickly answered in the negative. She moved behind me and hooked a kind of bungee cord to the ring at the top of my anal hook. The other end, once stretched up my back and over my head, was hooked to a pair of nose hooks that she promptly hooked up into my nostrils, forcing my head painfully back, leaving me staring at the ceiling. 
I could see very little now, but I did get a perfect view of her hooking a full IV bag to my wrist cuffs. My mouth was re-filled with a ball gag with the special feature of a small hole drilled through the rubber ball, through which she fed the end tube of the IV. She opened the flow valve, and she stepped down from the table, thus disappearing from my view. 
I heard her wonderful voice, not directly, but via the tiny speakers in my ear buds. "We have to go out for a couple hours now, my Edward. We've got some shopping to do. Rebecca has kindly agreed to help me pick out a new wardrobe for you, and no doubt a couple pieces for her too. You've got some space in your closet after all. See you soon, my Edward, and enjoy your second shake."
Tears were flowing from my eyes when the sweet taste hit my tongue. I had to drink it or drown in it. In minutes the pain in my cock that had eased without me even noticing was back in full force. As an added touch, the serene sounds of Miss's voice were gone too, replaced with the sounds of my own squealing, moaning and groaning, no doubt recorded during my fucking the previous night. 
My cock was in agony, my legs and arms were stiff and sore, my shoulders felt like they would give out any moment, and my ass felt like the hook would soon tear out of it. All of those pains combined didn't match the torment I felt because I couldn't see her eyes.


