It has been much to long since I have added to my story, but a lot has happened and you will see why the delay.
As you will recall from the last section, Robyn had left me with some strong instruction and more questions about my future. As this Monday progressed nothing strange seemed to happen, it was business as usual, except with all of the standing my feet were really killing me by late afternoon.
Around 5:00 PM, Robyn came into my office and said goodnight. She added she looked forward to seeing my standing all day the next day in those 4-1/2" heels. I had nearly forgotten about that.
I continued to work and went home about 6:30. Lisa and I were excited and decided to start getting ready to decorate our new home. We started looking at colors, fabrics, and all of those things necessary to moving in to a new home. We had a great time, until we were hit with the estimate of what it was all going to cost. We soon decided we could do things a little slower, and a little less glamorous. It was soon time for bed, and Lisa and fell into bed together. We were both soon fast asleep.
As I awoke the next morning, I did my morning routine and dressed, and slipped my feet into a pair of 4-1/2" white pumps. As I walked to my car, I instantly knew it was going to be a LONG hard day, with all of the standing I would be doing. I was correct. The week continued pretty much the same, at least until Friday afternoon.
On Friday, at about 5:00, Robyn came into my office as usual, shut the door, and said it was time for me to put on my special shoes. Here I had been standing all week in HIGH heels, and now I was putting on a pair of 7" heels. The simple task of putting my feet into them and buckling the strap sent a strange feeling through my ankle and leg. As I stood, the feeling was very unusual.
Robyn had me walk around the office in circles for the next 10 minutes as she talked and I listened. She told me that I would be spending the weekend under her control and that we would be leaving in a few moments. She said she was about to give me a choice, it would be my last choice of the weekend. She said, I could leave in either my regular heels, which today were 5" red pumps, or the 7" heels. She added that if I chose the 5" heels, then I would have a little more "stressful" weekend.
Since I was going to have to walk through the office, I had to choose the 5" pumps. Robyn told me to put my 7" heels in a bag, to get my purse and leave with her. Of course I did as I was told.
As we walked out, she told me when I got to my car, I would put my 7" heels back on and follow her in my car. I did as I was told. We drove through the central part of Atlanta, to an apartment building, where we both parked in the parking garage. She then advised me to just bring my purse, and walk to her car. As we got to the car, she reached into the passenger seat and grabbed a collar with little rhinestones all around it, and placed it on my neck. She said, "This makes you my slave for the weekend, you will do exactly as I command of you. This will be our routine until Labor Day weekend. If you perform well till then you will have your freedom, and be able to live your life as you choose. If you don't, you will continue to be my slave for a year."
I knew right then, I had to be the best slave she had ever had. I don't want to go through a long explanation of every week and weekend, suffice it to say they were similar and yet different. I will however let you in on how a typical weekend went.
As we walked into her building, I was having a great deal of difficulty walking in these 7" heels, needless to say, as people walked by they did give me some strange looks. We could have gone up to what I thought was her apartment in an elevator, 4 floors, but instead we always walked the stairs. As she opened the door and we walked in I was shocked. It wasn't an apartment at all, but a fully outfitted dungeon.
The weekly routine went something like this after arriving at her dungeon.
I would immediately undress and be have my hands placed in leather cuffs and lifted over my head to chains attached to a power hoist fastened to the ceiling. Sometimes I would be left in my heels, but often she would remove my shoes to force me to stand on my toes, or hang by my arms, it was my choice. While in this position, she would inspect me to make sure I had zero body hair below the neck line. If she found a hair she would pull it out with tweezers, which can be very painful at times. She would then apply a couple of nipple clamps, a clit vibrator, and leave me helpless. She would then dress in her dominatrix outfit.
Normally after about 30 minutes or so her doorbell would ring, and one of her clients would be lead in. She would then begin to have them perform in a most submissive manner in front of me. She treated them as if I were not there. They would not touch me in any way, or course, it was impossible for me to touch them. At some point near the end of their session, she would hand them a paddle, riding crop, or some other item and instruct them to use it on my fully exposed bottom.
She would tell them to count out the number of strikes imposed on me. The even numbered ones "could be" gentle if they chose, but the odd numbered strikes were to be as harsh as possible. The number of strokes was to match their age. This meant I would receive anywhere from 2 to 60 swipes across my bottom. When I heard the doorbell ring, I would pray for a young tiny female to enter, but that was rarely the case.
About 9:30 or so on most Friday evening, I would be let down. Robyn would then have me dress in some prearranged outfit. From there we would go out on the town. We might go to a straight club and flirt with the guys, to a lesbian club, or to an alternative lifestyle club. I would never know. Three things were always a constant though, my feet would be sore and I would be in HIGH heels, my butt would be burning, and finally I knew I would be submissive to someone before the night was over.
We would often go home with another couple of girls where the three of them would have fun with me. You can bet I was always forced to service the others. We would finally get to bed around sunrise. After a few hours sleep, I would be told to get up and get dressed. I would go do Robyn's shopping and errands, and then return to find her still asleep. My outfit was almost always the same for my little shopping trip. A tiny little sundress that was way to short, and stiletto sandals they were way too high. Nothing else, no bra hose or panties.
On returning to her dungeon I would be stripped naked, and be forced to clean and sterilize everything. At times there would be clients present. I was never allowed to wear any clothing. This would normally take until about 7:00 PM. From then on things really got intense. I would then undergo VERY INTENSE one hour training and discipline session. It could include most anything, piercing of private areas, hot wax, being stretched on a rack, being humiliated in front of one of her clients by whatever they would choose to have me do.
Finally about 8:00 PM I would be allowed to eat. My meal of the day would normally consist of either canned cat food or dog food from a bowl on the floor. After eating, we would dress and normally go to a private entertainment session at someone's home. Often I would be there as a practice toy for those present to try out a wide variety of adult toys and devices which she sold. I would never know what was going to happen, but there were almost always at least five couples present to work on me. Let me tell you about one typical evening.
As we dressed this particular night, Robyn had me dress in what would now be called a "conservative" outfit for me. I nice powder blue suit, with the skirt, just about 3" above my knees, a nice little white blouse, and those white pumps I talked about earlier. Underneath it all I was wearing a nice pair of bone colored silky stockings, and a garter belt, with a really strong push-up bra. Robyn was dressed in a nice slack suit with a pair of boots, a little strange for this time of year, but I did think too much about it.
As we arrived at this rather nice home, probably $300,000, the sun was just beginning to set. There was a crowd of 10 gathered in a nicely decorated family room watching some TV and chatting. All were having some nice little finger foods and a few drinks. As for me, I had already been warned, I would not eat anything, however I was allowed to drink water only, not bottled water, just plain tap water with no ice.
We chatted a bit, and finally the hostess for the evening asked that everyone be seated. She then explained to Robyn, and me, that this was what they all thought, was a very unique group. They were all long term married couples who enjoyed sex a great deal, and since the youngest of them was 43, they had all become content in their ways. She added that if anyone outside of the group knew them they would be shocked that once a quarter; they got together for what they described as a gourmet dinner group. However, it was really the "desert' of sharing each others sexual pleasures and encounters that really held the group together. With that she said they had been looking to adding some new toys to their fun times, and were looking for Robyn to help them along.
Robyn, of course agreed that she could do that. With that, Robyn instructed me to move a table out of the way, and she would be right back to get started. She also told the men present not to help me; I was to do it on my own.
I quickly moved the small coffee table to the designated area, struggling in my heels, but successful as always. It was just a moment when Robyn reappeared. I now knew why she had on boots. She had gone into the bedroom and removed her suit. She was wearing a black leather lace up corset, with black stockings, garter belt, and the boots. She had also redone her make-up into a very erotic smokey style. She was carrying a riding crop. As soon as she appeared the entire group screamed with pleasure, I wasn't quite so happy.
She then told me to stand next to her. Robyn briefly explained our relationship and that although that wasn't for everyone, she had found that if one of the partners took the lead, it always made more fun. Robyn then turned to me, and instructed me to remove my clothing right there in front of the entire group. Of course this too brought pleasure to the group.
Robyn then began to talk about her different products and had me carry them around and let everyone see them. As she talked, and they looked and drank, their hands became much friendlier.
After talking for about 45 minutes, it was now 10:30 PM, Robyn said,
"Now is the time you can enjoy, I want each of you to try at least 3 toys on the partner of your choice. If it is something you would like to try, and are not sure your partner would enjoy it, try it on Nicki, that is why she is here. Nicki will be here in the family room ready to be used and abused by you, however you want. I would prefer you use her here where others can see. Do not worry about anything, she will comply, that is her function in life."
With that the group began to sample the toys. It wasn't long before one of the men came up to me and said he had always wanted to see his wife use a giant dildo, but wasn't sure how big to get. He asked me to pick the largest I thought I could handle. I found a 9" dildo and showed it too him. He then asked that I insert it into myself and try to arouse myself. Of course that was easy. Another on-looker, then recommended I try a bigger one. Before long, there were all kinds of toys being used on me. Some tried different paddles, crops, whips, cuffs, clamps and dildos. This went on until about 3:00 AM.
Finally Robyn instructed me to pack everything up and put it in the car. I was then allowed to dress and we headed back to Robyn's about 3:30 AM. It was nearly 4:30 before we would get into bed. That would be a normal routine for this part of the weekend. But early on Sunday, around 7:00 AM, I would be awakened by one of Robyn's female friends, Susan, who was a runner. I was required to go on a 10k run with her every Sunday morning, with little sleep or nourishment. We didn't run fast, just far. Of course I was always in pain, as I would be plenty sore from the night before.
After returning from our run around 9:30, I would once again strip naked and fix breakfast for Susan and Robyn. It was a light breakfast, but I would be allowed only the usual can pet food and water. Around 11:00, I would get dressed in a little tennis outfit that showed my panties. From there Robyn and I would go play tennis for an hour, and then go meet two other girls and play for another hour. Whichever group won got to decide what to do next, of course it always involved some form of using me as they play kitten as I was called. In fact my tennis outfit even had a little kitten embroidered on it, just to remind me of what was going to happen.
The afternoon would normally consist of me pleasuring these other two women, in a way of their choosing, never mine. One of the gals, Krystal, especially liked having sex on the balcony of her apartment. No one could see us, but I am sure they hear everything that was going on.
On Sunday evening, I would once again clean Robyn's dungeon, and finally around 9:00 PM be allowed to go home.
On arriving at home, I would find Lisa. Sometimes she would get home first, sometimes me. You see, she was going through a similar process of trying to win her freedom as well.
This process continued until Labor Day Weekend, 2003. Friday evening went as most recent Friday's had gone, but on Saturday, things were going to be different, but I didn't know how.
You will have to find out in the next section.