"Cindy's Restraint. (D/s,F/f,Hardcore Bondage,Torture,Orgasm"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Sunday 16th of April 2017 03:01:52 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:21:44 AM UTC


Cindy's Restraint. (D/s,F/f,Hardcore Bondage,Torture,Orgasm Control,Stockholm Syndrome)

Each night, she was chained in the frame work, on the base plate, her corseted waist fitting into half a steel band, followed by the other half, which was wrenched down with bolts on either side. Despite the heavy corseting, the band still increased the pressure on her already constricted waist. Just above her knees, her thighs fit into similar steel half loops, which were combined with a top half, then bolted into place. Each loop both held her legs rigid to the bottom of the box, while locking them apart as well. Cindy could feel as the other slave screwed small bolts into the end of her ballet shoes. Each bolt had a ring in the end, which were quickly put to use The attending slave combined a leather strap with Cindy’s long blonde hair, lacing both into a tight ponytail. The strap was then fed through the left then right rings at the end of the painful shoes, and pulled. Placing her arm under Cindy’s shoulders, the slave pushed Cindy’s body up, bending her back and lifting her upper body, while continuing to pull the strap tight. Cindy could do nothing to stop the girl, and once the strap was laced on tight, Cindy moaned in pain. Her body was now bent back into a U shape, her shoulders off the floor. At the same time, her already punished feet were being stretched taught, increasing the speed and severity of the cramps in her calves. But the pain in both her neck and calves was nothing compared to the building ache in her back.

Moving to her neck, the slave attached the front ring on her collar to a mounted ring in the base. Using a wrench, she began to shorten the steel band, forcing her body back down. Though some of the pressure was released from her back, the intense balance of the combined strain brought immediate tears to her eyes. Her arms were then untied, releasing her extreme elbow bondage and leaving her limbs limp from lack of use. Cindy would have liked to enjoy the moment were she could still use her arms, but she rarely was given the opportunity. Her wrist cuffs were quickly joined with a swivel bar, holding them just an inch apart. A cable was quickly fed through a ring at the back of her collar, then mounted to the middle of the swivel bar. The opposite end of the cable attached to a small winch connected to the framework making up the top of the box. Though Lady Jessica enjoyed keeping Cindy’s arms bound, Cindy knew that she wasn’t pleased with the method with which they were kept. For two years, each night while she suffered in the box, the small winch slowly and mercilessly pulled her wrists higher and higher up her back. After the many nights of training, Cindy’s wrists nearly met the back of her collar. The process was still painful, but less so than when she began the training. She knew that after only a short period of further training, her arms would be kept bound in the reverse prayer position. The slave rolled the winch until Cindy’s hands were halfway up her back, then turned on the automatic timer, which would pull them further up over the next hour, and hold them in the intense position for the duration of her “night”.

The slave finished by attaching tubes to the base of Cindy’s chastity belt. The dildos in her ass and pussy were both hollow inside, with a mesh of holes along their length. The tubes would automatically cleanse her throughout the night, giving her a series of enemas and douches even while the vibrators kept her close to orgasm.

Finally, a lower face mask was brought close. Projecting from a large padded gag , a stomach tube was carefully pressed down her throat, and Cindy was forced to swallow it, feeling it reach down to her stomach, while the gag pad slipped into her mouth, filling it completely. Tubes for her nostrils fit in deep, insuring her ability to breath, then the mask was strapped onto her face.

Leaving her now, Cindy could only watch as the side panels were slid into place, so close they touched her shoulders and knees. The end plates fit next, and then the top, and Cindy was plunged into darkness. She had been shown the view from outside when she had first arrived, seeing how the slave who now attended her had been kept in the box each night just like she was now. Once the panels were slide into place, long bolts were fed through the seams, then bolted into place. With an electric winch, the box was lifted, then lowered into a form fitting hole in the ground. The box came to rest ten feet below ground, and the winch retracted. A foot thick slab was then lowered to fit snug in the opening. The result was a nearly seamless floor in the empty cell, with no sign that a severely bound and isolated girl rest below the feet.

With no vision, nor sound, Cindy was forced to focus on the growing pain in her back and arms. Without mercy, her vibrators would turn on, and her body would betray her as she panted through the small breathing tubes fed up her nose. With nightfall, and her confinement in the tiny box, the torment between her legs seemed to increase in intensity. She was sure it was a result of the lack of other stimulus, but this realization never made it less painful. As the vibrators brought her close to orgasm, then with enduring cruelty shut off, Cindy cried openly, knowing that in only moments, the vibrators would begin again. Even as she thought this, the fear and humiliation she felt lowered her heart rate enough to activate the device again, and she was brought back to the brink. It only took a handful of seconds to bring her close again, and thus shut off once more. The cycle was endless, she knew, and her thoughts were answered as the pulsing began again. The stimulation was no longer pleasurable, nor had it been since the first few days of constant stimulation. Now, despite her body’s response, the vibration on her clit felt more like sandpaper harshly applied to her sensitive nub, while the pulsing in her ass and pussy only added to her sense that she lost complete control of her life. No matter how she tried to convince herself that the device no longer merited a sexual response, her own nerves defied her, bringing her once again to the brink of release, only to stop short, again.

Though Cindy estimated she had been owned by Mistress Celeste for almost two years now, she knew it could easily be much longer. During the day, she often saw signs that time may have passed without her knowledge. She began to feel certain that the feeding tube down her throat was both for food as well as a way to feed her consciousness altering drugs. Even her limited knowledge of physiology told her that no one could suffer extended enclosure in a heavy leather corset, nor the chastity belt, without some relief. Cindy began to see signs that perhaps a night for her was not just a single night to the world. At times she would catch sight of things that implied time had passed without her. The length of her mistress’ finger nails jumping from a quarter inch to a half inch, another slave’s hair length, perhaps other things. She knew then that she had been kept unconscious for days extra. She had no way to prove this, nor any desire to. She only knew that her Mistress had removed Cindy’s ability to experience anything but the constant torment she had prescribed for her, regardless of health.

The End.