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Michelle And The Stewardess

Part 5

Michelle and the Stewardess part 5


It has been many years since I wrote and exaggerated my short foray into bondage all those years ago. I hope everyone enjoyed and got off on my stories. Sometimes I read them and I still get wet, so I decided to continue the fantasy. I hope you like it. It I get enough positive feedback, then Ill write many more parts for you all.


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It has been five years since I first saw her. Five years since I attended the BDSM rave in Norfolk and yearned for her. She was an uppity little bitch who our MC and slave kidnapped for our little soiree and then blackmailed into signing a release as a willing participant. I wanted to do so many naughty and brutally humiliating things to her from the moment she was tricked into entering the room. But she belonged to another, so I was content to watch and participate as much as I could.


Imagine my delight six months later when she came into my office in Arlington for therapy. Ive been treating her for nearly five years now. Each session was new level of challenge for my restraint. Most times I wouldnt even listen to her inane chatter, instead fantasizing about the day when she would be but back into her place and kneel at my feet as the terrified and obedient slave I know her to be. All these years I was biding my time until the situation was right and I could gain the upper hand. Now it was only a matter of time before she would be mine and learn the true meaning of humiliation and obedience.


Wednesday 5:30 PM 1992

I was just about to leave the office when our biggest client called to complain. My assistant, Rosemary, stopped me just as I was out the door; telling me that they needed the new plans tomorrow. The old me would have gone back inside, but as of today that would no longer be my problem. I told her to have Todd Judd take the call because this would be his headache for a while.


Luckily the limo came on time and was waiting right outside the building. It felt funny going to my therapist, Nancy, without driving my Mercedes, but I wasnt going to be coming home for a while. I entered Nancys office and it was dark and empty as she told me it would be. I was a little upset because I heard voices inside. “She must be finishing up with another client,” I thought. Funny, she assured me that this would be kept private and no one would be there.


Finally, Nancy stepped out, “hello Michelle,” she said with a smile. Nancy was a fiery longhaired redhead with a muscular but curvy body. Sometimes she would come across a little masculine and I suspected that she was gay but other times, like today, she would sport the sexiest clothing in very professional and feminine manner. It was days like today that made me a little jealous of her. “Hi Nancy, “ I replied. “Are you ready,” she asked, motioning me to come inside her office. “Uhm, yes but… are we alone?” I was a little perplexed. “I thought I heard voices,” I continued. “Oh, no that was nothing. It was just the notary. I have her on the other side of the divider so you dont even have to see her,” Nancy responded.


Nancy sat at her desk and I on the other side. “Here are the papers Michelle. Well finish up with one more session here today and then continue at the clinic.” “Im a little nervous. Are you sure this is the right thing,” I replied. Even after years of therapy, my ordeal from five years ago never got out of my system. “Weve been through this Michelle. Youre going to give me Power Of Attorney so I can keep after your affairs and you are going to spend 8 weeks of intensive therapy at my clinic. Of course you will also have to sign this papers of committal, but thats just a formality required by the clinic. Trust me, you will be a totally new woman when were through. You do trust me after all these years, dont you?”


I signed the papers and Nancy brought them across the screen where they were notarized. Nancy motioned me on to the therapy sofa after the notary went into the next room to process the paperwork.


“Alright Michelle, before we begin work at the clinic, Im going to get quite intense with this session,” she said as she pressed the remote control and started a video on the large screen television on her office. My heart jumped into my throat when I realized the video was the one of my ordeal that was sold by those horrible people in all those sleazy pornographic and mail order catalogs. “How could you show this to me!” I said, standing. Nancy stood and gently pushed me back down to the sofa. “Listen, Michelle you have to face this and accept that it happened to you. Were going to watch this entire video and discuss it, okay?” I was breathing heavy and could hardly talk so I tried to calm myself and motioned for her to continue. “Good, youre finally beginning to confront your fears. If we make this kind of progress at the clinic, then it may not even take eight weeks,” she said. “OK, now, I want to you confront something else,” she continued. Do you think you would be able to confront the woman that did this to you?” “No, Never! After what she put me through I never want to see that woman again,” I protested. Well Michelle, I have something to tell you. She is outside and Ive asked her to come in so we can clear this up once and for all.” “What!, I said making my way to the door. When I turned the knob it was locked and I heard a familiar voice from behind.


“Hello bitch. Did you miss me?” I turned to see the Mistress along side of Nancy, both of them smiling and laughing. She was wearing a stylish beige dress that fell to her knees and a pair of beige pumps. The two of them looked like they were going to a party.  “Well, it looks like you forgot the first rule already. Didnt you bitch?” All slave sluts in my presence must be naked. So strip to your heels and hose WHORE!” she barked. I looked at Nancy, “Is this supposed to be funny. Is this just the therapy?” I pleaded. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER FOR WHORE! I SAID TO STRIP, SO DO IT NOW,” the Mistress yelled. I started undressing when the Mistress said, “You should be happy that Im commanding you because youll be hers soon enough and she has plans to do things to you that I never even dreamed of. Even so, you will be punished for this disrespect.” Soon I was down to my red thong panties, nude hose and red 3” pumps. Nancy walked over with a scissor and cut the strings 2 my panties, pulling them out from under my hose. “You wont be needing these,” she said cutting small holes in my hose to expose my wet willow and poopie hole. She raised the panties up to my mouth and shoved them inside. “At least you wont need them on your pussy,” she laughed.


“Well, lets hear it!” the Mistress barked. “Ple-please wha-what are you going to do to me and my naked banana shaped bobbles, wet willow hole, and stocking feetiee?” I said from under my panty gag; remembering the mantra as if it were bruned into my mind.


The Mistress sat on the sofa looking at me. “Hmmm, it feels like just yesterday. You know I was going to leave you alone, but when Nancy called and told me that you were blabbing to her I decided to accept her offer and train you to be her slave for life.” My eyes opened with astonishment. “Oh yes, Nancy has been wanting to rule you ever since Norfolk. I bet you didnt even know she was one of the participants.  Its funny that you didnt recognize her. She probably spit more fruit pits at you than anyone else that night. She was also the person who told me that it would be great if I pushed that poop into your mouth. “Now, what shall I do to punish you for your disrespect?, the Mistress continued. “Oh,” she said with enlightenment as she reached into her bag and pulled out those clamps with the heavy weighted balls on the end. “Remember these whore? I bet you really miss your tit balls, dont you?” “No, please dont,” I murmured from under my panty gag. “You dont tell me what to do and what not to do whore!” she said as she clipped those horrid balls onto my nipples (oops, I mean nipply poos).


Nancy walked across the room and commanded me to bend over with the weight from those horrid balls pulling my banana shaped bobbles into a point and swinging across my chest. Afterwards, she took a little hypodermic needle out of her purse and   proceeded to give me a shot on my bottom.  “Dont worry bitch, this just to get those tits lactating. I like my whores with big sloppy tits, so youll be getting one of these shots every day. In a few days your tits will be so painful and engorged that youll beg for us to milk you like a cow every afternoon,” she laughed. “Now stand,“ she barked with a total change of demeanor. “Its time to get you to the clinic, “ she continued as she viciously pulled one of my tit balls and lead me to the door.




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