The Institute of Advanced Sexuality
Chapter 10
For the next three years Frieda was held in virtual slavery by her new
owners. Since her life previous had been one of servitude to her family,
especially her uncle, this situation was not alien to her. It had some
advantages; she had a comfortable bed in which to sleep most nights and
sufficient food that was a cut above what she had grown accustomed to eating.
Then there was the clothing, garments expressly designed to show off her
physical charms and entice those her master and mistress wished her to meet and
pleasure.
It must be acknowledged that Frieda was never employed as a prostitute
in the technical sense as long as she remained under the control of the Madame
and her consort, Leopold. She was used more as a tool for the ambitions of the
pair. They allowed some select few to avail themselves of Frieda's particular
services, but reserved the majority of her time to themselves. The Madame's
tastes ran the gamut from girls in their teens to men well past their sexual
prime. Her standards were most demanding and she was not averse to applying
discipline, some of it most severe, to those young ladies such as Frieda who
failed to meet her exacting standards.
Leopold doted on young girls and for him Frieda was the focus of his
attentions for most of the three years that she was under his domination. Make
no mistake, he was every bit the Madame's equal in this relationship. They were
well matched to each other and there was a degree of respect that provided the
glue that kept their marriage a relatively happy union. Like his wife, Leopold
was a stern taskmaster and most knowledgeable when it came to providing the kind
of pain that Frieda deserved, while at the same time minimizing any evidence
that anything untoward had occurred to her body.
During her stay with them Frieda was taught many new ways of giving
pleasure to both. By the time she was in her midteens she had the skills usually
associated with an accomplished courtesan. Her journal provides a great deal of
insight into her life during that period. A number of excerpts from her
remarkable chronicle are provided here to illustrate what type of life she
lived.
The first took place a few weeks after she joined the pair. One should
always realize that these entries were written by a relatively uneducated girl
who was not familiar with the rules of grammar and the like. Therefore the
Institute has taken the liberty of substanially editing these documents while
retainng the flavor of what they described.
"Today I took the waters for the first time. I can only hope that it
will be the last, but I know that this is a wish that cannot come true. I had
managed to offend both the Madame and the Master, something that is quite easy
to do since I am not yet able to understand their instructions which seem to me
to be missing large chunks of information. I've already been spanked repeatedly
by the Master who has a very heavy hand, and taken the strap on a number of
times from the Madame who is merciless. However this did not prepare me for what
transpired that first day that I was taken to the bathroom located off one of
the wings of their large house. The fact that I was stark naked with my hands
securely bound behind my back made me extremely apprehensive about what type of
punishment I was about to face."
"The large tiled room was very cold and my skin became covered with
goose bumps, partially from the cold and the rest from my fear of what they
would do to me. They had me lie on my back. The Master bound my ankes together
and ran a second loop of rope just above my knees. The Madame produced a length
of rubber tubing that had some type of connection at one end. I watched as she
attached it to the tap in the large bathtub that dominated the room. ( It should
be noted that in the future Frieda would spend plenty of time occupying that tub
while she was punished to the point that she feared for her very life. ) I
foolishly thought that perhaps she was going to splash my bare, shivering body
with cold water to intensify my discomfort or even try to nearly drown me by
holding it against my nostrils, forcing me to inhale the water into my lungs."
"Thus I was totally unprepared when she jammed the hose into my mouth
and thrust a portion of it down my throat, causing me to gag and nearly vomit.
Alas, such was not to be, instead the hose wormed its way deeper into my throat
and in my panic I assisted it by swallowing still more of the horrid tubing. The
Madame slapped my face a number of times to bring me out of my panic. I
discovered that I was able to draw some breath despite the feeling that the hose
was fully blocking my air passage. She shouted at me to contain myself or I
would have a very bad time of things. I was still not completely clear in my
mind concerning what was about to happen, but I received my answer quickly."
"I watched her reach into the tub and heard the sound of the water as it
rushed through the tubing that was lodged in my throat. For a time I had no new
sensations to deal with. Then I felt the coldness begin to take over my belly.
It increased quickly and then I observed my stomach beginning to round. At about
the same time I began to feel full, as if I had just eaten a large meal. The
Madame rubbed the skin of my belly and pressed it inward slightly. That action
caused a twinge of pain in my stomach. I grunted and she smiled, a smile that
frooze my blood. Then it was the Master's turn to toment me."
"The first thing he did was to open the tap further so that the water
flowed even faster into my bulging belly. The first cramp started and it felt as
if someone had kicked my stomach. I was amazed at how big my gut became, I was
positively bulging and the pain was growing by the second. The Madame cautioned
him that my young stomach was not made for such rough treatment at this stage. I
remember her words that it was better to break me in gradually so I would be
able to last longer and longer every time they did this terrible thing to me. He
grumbled, but stopped the flow completely to allow me to regain my composure."
"This did not mean that he stopped tormenting me, far from it. His big
hand pressed down on my dome shaped gut and the pain was so great that tears
came from my eyes. Then he thumped my tight skin as if it was a drum and the
agony became even greater. I had never experienced such pain in all my life.
Perhaps this is how a woman feels when she gives birth I thought to myself,
since my bulging belly was so big that it looked as if I was pregnant. I wept
and began to pray as the tap was opened once more."
"While I slowly got more and more full and watched my belly get bigger
and bigger, the Master amused himself by sticking his fingers into my cunt and
moving them around in that tight space to cause me even more distress. Then I
noticed that it was becoming very difficult to get enough air into my lungs. It
felt as if a large hand was pressing down on my chest, squeezing the air from my
body. In truth it was the first sign of the most insideous effect of this
terrible torture."
"I did not realize it then, but my poor belly was now expanding
anywhere it could as more and more water rushed into it. What I was feeling was
my poor stomach pressing up against my lungs and squeezing them down.The flatter
they got the less air I was able to get. Soon I was not able to draw even a
little breath into my lungs. I thought I was about to die and began praying to
God for mercy. Then it started to grow dark and I was sure that death was coming
for me. That is the last thing I remembered until I awoke, since bound hand and
foot, still on the cold tile floor and with my belly still hurting. However I
was able to take small gulps of air and that made all else disappear for a time.
Then the next phase of the punishment began."
"My stomach was still so big that I had difficulty seeing what was
happening directly in front of me. So it was that I could see the Master
kneeling before me, but it wasn't until I felt his fingers beginning to
penetrate me once more, that I realized that they were not done with me yet. My
cunt began to feel almost as full as my poor belly as he shoved one finger after
another into me. I began to become quite frightened when his fat thumb wedged
its way into my stuffed cunt. I had already experienced the pain that came when
I was given a thorough fisting by one of their friends. Until now, neither he
nor the Madame bothered to do this to me."
"I was able to watch his face as he began my torture. I felt pressure, a
great deal of pressure inside my cunt as his fist formed. I grunted to let him
know that he was hurting me badly. His face got a bit red and the pressure
increased steadily. I tried to scream, but the hose still filling most of my
throat allowed me to at best create a whistling sound. My whistle became higher
pitched as his fist made a move inside my cunt, pushing its way deeper into my
narrow tunnel. By now his face was approaching scarlet and he was breathing
hard. He was so intent on what he was doing that I could have been on the verge
of death and he would not have noticed."
"My fears made breathing more difficult, I could not help it, I was
loosing control of myself from the combination of his huge fist splitting apart
my cunt and not being able to get enough air into my lungs. My panic caused me
to once again lapse into unconsciousness. His fist was still there when I awoke
but that horrible hose had been removed from my throat. At last I was able to
fill my lungs, I felt reborn! Now all I had to do was concentrate on the pain
that he was generating in my cunt as his fist slolwy moved another small
fraction into me. The fullness was hard to describe. I could feel every inch of
my cunt, it was stretched to the point that I feared it would rupture, drowning
me immediately in a sea of blood. I knew very little of my own body. I had yet
to realize just how flexible my tunnel could become when stressed.It was about
then that the Madame made her presence felt once more."
"It was as if her smooth shaven cunt could blot out the sun; that is the
way I felt as she began to lower it onto my face. Again I began to panic. Would
she settle herself on my face and suffocate me as her husband continued his
relentless assault on my poor sore cunny? For this day that was not to be, but
there were times when I began to prepare myself to once again meet my maker in
whatever lay beyond this miserable existence I now led. I knew what was expected
of me and I immediately began worshipping her fat lipped cunt with my tongue as
if my life depended upon it, and part of me firmly believed that it did."
"The next movement of my Master's fist caused my confidence to collapse.
The pain seemed unbearable and I lost control of things. My water logged stomach
began to rebel against the water making it stretch to its limits and seemingly
beyond. A torrent of this liquid spewed from my mouth, drenching the Madame's
cunt. She let out a loud cry and immediately removed herself from the fountain
that was spurting from my mouth. The Master was not so deterred, his fist made
yet another move deeper still. It went black for me and remained that way for
many hours."
"I have no idea how I was transported from there to the comfort and
security of my own bed, but when my eyes opened I discovered I was under the
covers and neither the Master nor the Madame were in sight. My stomach felt very
sore as if it had been struck repeatedly with some type of club, but as my
probing hand soon told me, it was no longer bulging with water, a great
blessing. My throat however felt as if it were on fire. Despite the pain, my
exhaustion won out and I quickly nodded off to sleep."
( To be continued )
