# Chapter Six: Punishment

Author: | Gospodin

Marie followed Angelica dumbly as they walked to lunch. The sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach was held in check only by the severe cinching of her chastity corset. She focused mostly on walking in her high heels, her eyes following the seams in the backs of Angelica's stockings as they sashayed before her.

The pair walked into a local Italian restaurant and were quickly seated in a dim two-person booth. Marie picked idly at her pasta while Angelica spoke. She knew her appetite would be diminished while she was wearing the corset, and reminded herself to take a vitamin when she got home.

"You did a great job during your time there, and you'll find a new job in no time. So you hit a slump at a bad time! You'll bounce back. I know you will!" Angelica cheered her on. Marie simply sighed and took a sip of the martini Angie bought her.

"You just need to get your confidence back. Are you still seeing that confidence therapist I recommended? He did a bangup job helping me bring out my more agressive side when I need it!"

"Yeah, yeah, I bought the DVDs and everything." Marie groaned, "I give it a try now and again, but my control over my life is weakening by the day. I thought I'd found my grasp this morning, but now this happened. It's as though the entire universe is conspiring to keep me off-balance." She tossed back the rest of her drink.

"Look, you just need to spend a day taking long soaking baths and enjoying yourself. Then go out and have some fun! Oh! I know just the thing!" Angie reached into her handbag and pulled out a printed party invitation. "Some friends of mine are throwing a halloween party, and asked me to bring along a girlfriend. You'll meet a lot of new people, and maybe learn a thing or two about people you won't recognize until the midnight unmasking!"

Marie took the envelope, and opened it up to reveal a card listing the place and time, as well as the requirement for an identity-obscuring mask.

"Oh! That reminds me!" Marie looked up nervously as she folded the invitation into her briefcase. "I had a package sent to your place, thinking I could get it at work. When it comes, would you call me?"

Angelica's face changed subtly, her tone suddenly far more suspicious. "Um, what sort of package?"

"Just an envelope with some important items in it. It'll fit in your mailbox, so you don't need to sign for anything. It's just important that I get them back shortly after they arrive."

Angelica simply looked at her plate and wiped her mouth. She stood up and gave Marie a quick peck on the cheek.

"I've got to get back soon, since I've got a double workload now that you're gone. I'll look out for a package, but you have to work on your costume for the party! I'll see you there!"

Marie looked on, puzzled, as Angelica caught the server and paid with her card at the door. Sighing as much as she could in her tight corset, she picked up her things and headed home.

Marie stopped short as she entered her house. On the floor in the entryway was a smartly-wrapped package with a card slipped into the ribbon. She opened it to reveal a card lettered in the familiar bold calligraphy of her tormentor.

> Enclosed you will find your halloween costume. You will need to convince Angelica to return your keys before it will fit.

> By the way, we did not appreciate you dismantling the corset and chastity before putting them on. Once you enter your bedroom, your punishment will begin.

Marie swallowed hard, noticing the use of the word "we". Was that the royal "we", or are there many people conspiring to abuse her? Her hands shook, and she felt her whole body tense every time she read the word "punishment" on the card.

Deciding that looking at the costume now would only disturb her further, Marie unstrapped and pulled off her shoes and began undressing as she walked toward the bathroom. Once she was down to the chastity corset, she stopped and sat on the edge of the tub. The corset was leather, and water would only cause it to warp and shrink. Damn! Why hadn't she thought of that? It looked like Angie's suggestion would have to mean sponge baths until she could unlock herself.

Shaking visibly, Marie tiptoed toward her bedroom, heart pounding. She nearly jumped when she saw an envelope taped to the door with the word "ORDERS" written on it. Marie whimpered as she opened the card and read her instructions.

> You will obey to the letter, or the punishment will be dealt with double the intensity and triple the duration.

> 1. enter the bedroom and sit down at your makeup table
> 2. apply the substance in the white tube to your lips, spreading evenly
> 3. put on the trainer gag provided, ensuring that your lips meet up with the gasket
> 4. stand and walk to your bed
> 5. close the cuffs provided around your ankles, and likewise your wrists
> 6. wait for punishment to begin
> 7. suffer, slave.

Marie began to sob, the last instruction scaring her in a very real way. Her cinched abdomen made her hyperventilation reach such a state that she had to calm herself if she wanted to keep breathing. Steadying her gasps, Marie reached out a trembling hand and opened the bedroom door.

Inside, she saw that her aunt's old iron bed had been stripped of all sheets, and a sheet of black latex covered the matress. attached to the iron head and footboards were chains leading to rubber-lined steel cuffs. Marie stumbled over to the vanity and sat down, numbly picking up a white tube that said "EPOXY" on it. Spreading it over her lips, she began arranging the trainer straps over her head, tightening buckles and pushing the dildo gag between her lips, ensuring that her mouth touched the gasket at the base.

She looked at herself in the mirror, tears trickling down her stuffed cheeks, the steel O-ring dangling from the front of her gag. Marie bit down on the rubber cock, trying to open her lips to let more air into her compressed lungs, but her lips were glued fast. Panicking, she undid the straps and began tugging and pulling at the gag, crying around the thick phallus.

Recovering her dignity, Marie re-strapped the trainer harness and stumbled toward her bed. She sat on the rubber matress and held up one of the ankle cuffs. It looked as though it used a similar self-ratcheting system that the corset used. She placed it around her left ankle and pressed the halves together, clicking it shut.

She fumbled with it for a few minutes, but was unable to discover by what mechanism she would unlock it again. Even the seams were smooth, as though it had been forged around her ankle. Resigning herself to her fate, Marie ratcheted the other cuff onto her right foot and lay back in the bed. Wincing with each loud metal sound, she finally closed both wrist cuffs.

And she waited.

The sun began to lower in the sky, and the street lamps turned on outside her window. The woman across the alleyway from her had a loud argument with someone on the phone, and a pair of cats fought among the bushes.

Marie flinched at every sudden noise she heard, moaning and whimpering like a baby into her gag. The hours dragged on, and she began to wonder if she hadn't really disabled whatever it was that was meant to punish her. Had her lips not been glued to the penis gag, she would have smiled smugly now and again.

By about ten at night, she remembered that instruction number six was "wait for punishment to begin", and that was precisely what she was doing. The instructions never said how long she would have to wait. The next two hours were an agony of anticipation.

Finally, as the clock sounded midnight, a subtle electric tingling began to tease her nipples beneath the corset. Marie was so startled by the sensation that she thrashed in her chains, the iron bed ringing like a bell as the links rattled against it. Soon, a similar teasing tingle began at her clitoris.

Two minutes into it, Marie was in heaven. Her arousal mounted and grew as the buzzing energy stimulated her erogenous zones. Marie moaned with pleasure into her gag.

The intensity suddenly shot up, and what was once a gentle teasing suddenly became a painful jolt to her sensitive flesh. Marie again thrashed against her chains, a muffled scream seeping through her nostrils and tickling the back of her tongue where it met the tip of the cockgag.

The electricity stopped altogether, and Marie stopped to catch her breath. "Thank god" she thought, "that was horrible, but it's over now. I wonder how I get out of this now..."

She looked around the room, hoping to find some clue as to what she was to do now. As she felt around the bars of her bed, suddenly the teasing sensations began again.

The cycle went on for eight hours: pleasure, pain, rest, pleasure, pain, rest. By the time the sun came up again, Marie was no longer struggling. Her eyes rolled back into her head during the pleasure, squinted shut during the pain, and roamed the room without focusing on anything during the intermissions.

As the morning sun began to shine into the bay window, the telephone rang. After three rings, Marie's answering machine picked up, playing a quick recording of her voice. At the beep, her nipples and clitoris began to tingle again. Her arousal grew once again as she listened to Angelica's voice on her machine.

"Listen, baby, I got your envelope. Give me a call when you want to get them back, and we'll meet up. By the way, I hope you found a good costume for the party!" The answering machine beeped again, and Marie's struggles gained a second wind as she screamed into her glued-on gag, terrified at the thought of how long it would be before she could walk or speak again.

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