Body and Mind

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Although she was half delirious, Veronica knew immediately knew when she was being moved out of storage. She had been left suspended upright, sealed in a latex vacuum bag for what she had been told would be a week, though she had thought for some time now that she'd been forgotten about in that dark place months ago. Blinded by the thick black latex she was sealed in and deaf from the earplugs that were blocking her ears, the only stimulus she was receiving was from the vibrations of the butchers hook holding her bag up off the ground, running along what she thought must be a rail on the ceiling. During her time alone in the void she had nothing to focus on, other than the dull ache from the piercings she had received before being zipped in. The uncomfortable feelings from the tubes in her ass and urethra had only taken what could have been a day or two to get used to, and in time even the pain from the piercings faded. Now she was being ambushed by the faintest sensation of movement, and thoughts were rushing though what was moments ago a blank and mediative mind.

Flashing back to a mere two weeks ago, Veronica was a world away from where she was now. She could only vaguely remember the detail, but she knew that her boyfriend had left her for another woman, and that she had only an afternoon to move out of his apartment to find a new place to live. Veronica had never handled the feeling of rejection well in the past, and she had the tendency in the past to let herself get walked over.

"I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with a frigid prude." His final words came back to her now, and she chuckled mentally. It was a fetish model that he had left for for, she recalled. It seemed like the logical thing for him to do, looking back on it. Right up until the last year or so of their relationship he had constantly tried to talk her into letting him tie her up, and he even asked her once to get her tongue pierced. It frightened her at the time, so she had been firm in her refusals. Firm enough for him to give up and look for what he wanted elsewhere.

The rattle of the hook holding her off the ground came to a sudden stop, and she could feel herself in the bag sway back and forth from the momentum. The sense of movement was the first she'd had in what could have been months, and she felt dizziness and vertigo in the blackness all at once. The next thing she knew, her asshole felt like it was going to be torn in half as the thick plug at the end of the tube was pulled out of her. The emptiness in her ass felt like an ecstasy she had never before felt, though she knew it was merely a feeling she had long since forgotten. Next out was the catheter, which stung like hell as it was pull out from her, making her bite into the rubber gag.

'Thats right,' she recalled. She remembered the gag. It was one she put on herself in the office of the agency she went to. It was all coming back to her now. She had been in a state after the Kartal Fetiş Escort breakup. For days afterwards she had been too grief-stricken to leave the room she had rented in a seedy downtown hostel, and she remembered thinking the only thing that would make things better was to win her boyfriend back. She had to let him do as he pleased with her, and if it was a kinky whore he needed it was what she had to become.

Unsure of where to begin, Veronica visited a fetish clothes store, and had hoped to make connections to the sort of place where she might get the opportunity to plumb the depths of depravity. Lost amongst the PVC and latex garments around her, she was beginning to feel out of her league, when a chirpy PVC-clad store assistant had tapped her on the shoulder, and smiled at her.

"Lemme guess - you're looking for a ten year anniversary present?" she grinned.

"It would have been.." Veronica weakly smiled back. The chirpy girl gave a frown, and nodded.

"That was my second guess." She said, with some sympathy. "So.. lets find you something that'd make him regret whatever it was he said then!", she chuckled.

Feeling like she was on the right track, Veronica started to feel a little better about how she was going. The shop girl had managed to find a number of outfits that fit Veronica like a glove, but in the end she settled on a short, tight fitting black latex dress, a pair of matching latex panties, and a pair of thigh high boots.

"All dressed up with nowhere to go." Veronica joked, as she looked herself over in the mirror.

"Not nessacarilly.." the shop girl smiled coyly. "A lot of the fetish clubs out there are full of oversexed creeps, but I know a good place I can get your name on the door list to." she offered.

"Oh please do!" Veronica cried happily, as the girl was already writing down an address. "I'm so new to this, and I just wish there was some kind of course people could take to learn the ropes." Veronica joked for the first time in days. The girl stopped writing, and looked Veronica closely in the eye for a moment, searching perhaps for genuine desperation underneath the surface.

"You didn't get his name from me," she started slowly, "but when you get there tonight, ask for Frank." The weight to her words said enough, and Veronica felt a chill down her spine.

"I... I will." she stammered, as she got her credit card out to pay for her outfit, "Thank you..". The girl gave another small smile and nodded but didn't say anything else until Veronica had left the shop with her new clothes. As Veronica motioned to hail a cab, she heard the girl call out behind her.

"Wait!" She shouted as she ran over to her "You'll need this!". She had in her hand a small black box with a black ribbon around it. Placing the box into Veronicas hands, she looked her in the eyes and put her hand on Veronicas shoulder. "If you follow though with this you're braver than I was." She said, supportively.

"If I'm brave enough I'll come back and let you know." Veronica promised.

"If you're brave enough, Kartal Gecelik Escort you might not come back for some time," the girl warned. "but if you do, my name is Susan."

Veronica was brought back to her current situation by what felt like her vacuum bag being lifted off the hooks, and then laid on her back on what felt like a cushioned table. As she tried to move she found that she was no more mobile lying down as when she was hung up vertically, so she resigned herself to waiting longer to see what would come next. A strange slither from her wrist, which she presumed was the needle for the food from the drip was drawn out, followed by the sound of a zipper being undone. 'This is it.' She thought to herself. 'I'm almost free..'. The tight hugging latex that has housed her shape for so long started to let go of her body, and the cool air from the world outside rushed in, enveloping her body. Finally able to move her limbs freely, she suddenly found herself too uncertain to do so. The door to her prison was flung open, but the world was still dark. 'Still blindfolded..' she groaned to herself. She had completely forgotten she had been wearing a hood the whole time she was in there.

Strong hands grabbed her legs, and pulled them apart, giving whoever was in the room full view of her pussy. She knew whoever was down there was inspecting the piercings that had been performed the day before she went into the vacuum bed. How many piercings had been done, she had no idea, but her pussy felt heavy. Another set of hands began to roll her latex hood up over her gagged mouth, up to her ears, and the ear plugs were pulled out, sending a flood of stimulus into her deprived system. The quiet hum of what could be an air conditioner seemed to be a hundred decibels, and Veronica heard something she'd not forgotten since she first encountered it.

"I hope you're ready for training, Veronica." Frank said, sternly. "Hose her down clean in the shower block, and check her tongue rings are alright." He ordered to whoever else was in the room. "Then take her down to the tattoo studio - Jerry's setting up now."

Veronica felt herself being picked up by two sets of arms, and was carried to where she presumed the sweat, cum and blood would be cleaned off her body for the first time in over a week. As grateful as she was for this, and as worried as she was about what in for her next, the only thing she could think about is the first time she heard Frank's voice.

It had happened so fast she was shocked with herself how quickly she had gone from feeling heartbroken to genuinely aroused at the thought of being taught what she'd need to know to get her boyfriend back. Following Susan's directions, Veronica had found the club fairly easily, despite the entrance being in an alleyway on the wrong side of town. Sure enough her name was on the VIP list, and when she asked for Frank she was told to go into an office on the second level of the fetish club to wait for him. Not wanting to give nervousness the chance to set in she looked around the office, filled with old Kartal Genç Escort bookcases and expensive looking leather lounge facing a rather grand desk. Everything seemed to be antique, and everything was in quite good taste. Veronica took a seat on the lounge, and looked out the office window at the antics below. It seemed they had a performance stage for what seemed to be bondage acts, and Veronica wondered to herself if she would be asked to get up on stage.

The office door then opened, and a man wearing a fairly smart dinner jacket entered. He was fairly attractive by al standards, and she guessed him to be around his mid forties in age. There was something quite odd about him however, and it was only after he sat down at his desk that she realised his clothes hardly fit the club dress code.

"My name is Frank," he stated simply, "and I've been told you asked to see me."

"Yes, thats right." Veronica said with as much confidence as she could manage. "I've got this for you," she added, holding out the black box Susan had given her. Frank reached out and took it from her, and examined it carefully.

"So Susan sent you then," he said, less question than stating a fact. "I was hoping she would have brought this to me herself, but nevermind, she'll come around." Veronica was starting to feel a little out of the loop, when Frank put the box on the table and smiled at her. "You don't seem to be a delivery girl, so I'm guessing you're here as an initiate instead, yes?" he asked her.

"I think so.." Veronica said, carefully. "I'm not sure why I was told to bring the box though." Frank gave a smirk, and chuckled.

"If Susan was going to give you the box and send you here she could have at least filled you in." Giving a sigh, he picked the box up and started to undo the ribbon. "I run one of the most exclusive and extensive sex clubs in the world here," he began to explain, "but as well as offering all your usual debauchery and what not below you, this facility is also home to a flow of high paying clients sex slaves." Taking the ribbon off the box, and pausing to let those words sink in, Frank placed the box on the table and slid it over to Veronica. "Sex slaves undergo dramatic changes during their time here, both physical and mental, and after they've been though our ringer, they are ready to serve their masters and mistresses as they would never have been able to before." Frank gestured towards the box for Veronica to open it up, and continued. "However, from time to time I also take on special projects of my own." Veronica took the box and opened it, finding within a rubber ball gag with a breathing hose through the middle. "The score is this;" Frank announced. "By putting the gag into your mouth and fastening it around the back of your head, you are admitting yourself as my project into my care. I will not permit you to leave until I see fit, and you waver all of your rights as a human being. I may do whatever I want with you, and you shall accept my will with grace." Veronicas head was swimming. She knew that she would be tested here before she arrived, but she had no idea the extent of what she was in for. The rational part of her mind was screaming for her to leave, but it only took the prospect of never being adequate enough for her boyfriend that made her take the gag from the box and put it in her mouth.



To Be Continued