After I pulled off the road, I just sat there, listening to the song onthe radio. Ironically enough, John Cougar Mellencamp, "Hurts So Good."All three of them were smiling, trying to hold back the laughter.Finally, I broke up laughing, and they quickly followed suit. I let itslide, after all, it was kind of funny, and it really helped break thetension.

I turned off the radio and turned around to face the three of them.They all looked so cute, all dressed up, so sexy, so wonderful. At thatmoment I felt, for the first time in my life, love. Not for any singleone of them, but for all three.

"Listen, " I began, "play time is over for the moment. Do you allunderstand?"

Each one of them said they did. Just by speaking they had indicatedthat they were no longer following the rules I had set out.

I continued, "In a little while, we are going to visit a place wheresome interesting things are going to happen. I can't tell you what, butI can tell you that after we're done, you will be all mine."

I waited for a response. There was none.

"I know that this is probably scary as hell for you. You don't really knowme, and you barely know me as your Mistress, but I have been feelingthings these past few days that I never knew before. I mean, the house,you guys, this . . . everything. It all seems so right, so natural,almost like a calling."

Again, I waited for a response. Again, nothing.

Again, I kept on talking, "I know you better than you know me. In fact,I know everything about you. Your deepest darkest fantasies, yourneeds, desires and wants. Everything you wrote down, I read.Everything you think, I sense. Everything you desire, I feel. I knowwhat you want and what you need. But I also know what you don't want,but need nonetheless. Do you understand?"

They all nodded, halfheartedly, looking a bit confused, even befudled.I wondered if maybe this had gone too far, maybe they were in over theirheads, especially for what I had planned.

"Well, maybe I made a mistake coming up here so early. Maybe we needmore time together."

Finally, Sydney spoke up, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"This trip, the house, everything!" I screamed. I felt like I was sobusy getting carried away with my fantasies and dreams I had forgottenmy three closest friends.

They were all confused. At that point, I gave up. "Hell," I said,"let's just go home."

Immediately all three of them began protesting. Finally Kari saidsomething, with a conviction I had never heard before. First, sheturned to the other two and told them she didn't think I understood.hen she turned to me and said words that I will never forget.

"You don't understand, do you?"

I shook my head. I really didn't know what was going on. I was socarried away with my own fantasies.

Kari continued, "You OWN us. Body, mind, soul and spirit. I thoughtthat was understood?"

I did a double take. "What?" I asked.

"We are yours. We all feel like we belong to you. When we decided todo this it wasn't on a whim. We knew you were the one. We have neverhad a doubt."

"But, you seemed so anxious, so confused, so, I don't know, so baffledby this all."

"Yes," Sydney added, "we are. That's part of the fun, the joy, even thehonor of being a submissive. We are yours, subject to your whims,desires, and fantasies."

"You'd let me do anything I wanted to you, for any reason, even for noreason?" I asked.

They each looked at each other, as if building a concensus, turned backto me, and almost in unison, nodded and smiled.

"Really?" I continued, incredulous at their willingness.

"Absolutely," Kari said.

"Without any doubt," Sydney said.

"No complaints here," Beth added.

Finally, I asked one more question. "Are you sure you know what you'regetting yourselves into? I mean, I am beginning to find a part of methat I never knew existed. I really am feeling like a bitch. Likesomeone you may not want to be around all the time."

"Actually," Sydney explained, "that's EXACTLY why we want to be aroundyou."

"Listen," Kari explained, "we don't have to be happy. We just need tosee you happy."

Beth looked a bit distraught and asked, "Do you think you can do this.I mean, after all, we are placing a lot of responsibility on you. Oncewe get into this, nobody can just walk away. Can you handle theresponsibility? The three of us?"

I took a second to think about Beth's words. It was almost a challenge.It also made the surprises I had in store for them seem that muchsweeter. I took a few minutes to reflect, turned around, shouted "it'splaytime again, " and took off back onto the highway, wheels screechingand throwing the three of them into a lump on the backseat.

Beth spoke up, "Are you sure about this?"

I responded by reaching into the bag sitting on the passanger seat. Ipulled out a roll of wide, clear tape. I tossed it back on Sydney'slap. "Gag her like you described in your story," I commanded, "I'llhave no one breaking the rules. You understand?"

I saw three heads dutifully nod in the rearview mirror. One of themwore a thick wide band of clear tape over her mouth. I smiled andcontinued driving.

When we pulled up to the address I had been given, I noticed the lightswere out in the shop. I got out and went to the front door. I rang asmall buzzer and a young woman answered the door.

"I'm looking for David. Is he around?"

The woman smiled, "Oh, you must be Sara. Three fittings tonight, if Iremember correctly?"

I nodded.

"Pull around back. Third door from the corner, there should be a lighton."

I walked back to my Jeep and pulled around back. The third door had alight above it. I pulled up to it, and turned around.

"I need to know that each of you is ready and willing to do what we areabout to do. Any hesitation, reservation or other reason for backingout is fine. If you want to go inside and continue just nod for me."

Three heads bobbed up and down enthusiastically.

"Well, before we go in, I want to make sure that you each are properlyclad."

I made all three remove their tops, so that they were naked from thewaist up. Then I had Sydney sit on Beth's lap, and Beth put her armsaround Sydney's waist. I put a pair of cuffs on her wrists, so thatthey were unable to come apart. Next, I had them maneuver so that Kariwas on Sydney's lap, and I repeated the procedure. Now Kari stood,breasts exposed, with Sydney and Beth chained to her. I locked Kari'swrist cuffs together, and put a tether on her collar. I walked around tothe back door, opened it, and pulled the leash through. As Kari lurchedforward, in a very clumsy fashion the other two followed. I led themabout ten feet from the truck to the back door and rand the buzzer.

Again, the same woman answered, "Come on in, I'm Tina, David is stillworking, right this way," she pointed. She led us down a shortcorridor, into a large workroom where a man was fashioning something ona lathe. He lifted his helmet.

"Let me guess," he shouted, powering down the machine, "Sara! Right?"

"Yup," I responded.

"And, let me see, Kari, Sydney and Beth, no doubt."

I nodded.

"Well," he continued, "time for a first fitting. Who's first?"

I decided that Beth should go first. She would be an inspiration to theother two, as she was clearly the shyest of the three.

I reached between Sydney and Beth and unlocked the cuffs. She moaned abit as I took them off. But the tape over her lips made it sould like asmall squeak.

"Come with me," I told her.

We followed David to another room. There were straps and hides ofleather everywhere. On a table off in the corner, there were threecontraptions, which he had built for us. He looked a a sheet of paper,and picked up the middle one. "Beth, right?" he asked. She nodded."Well, take that skirt off, how else am I going to fit this properly?"She looked at me, eyes wide. I nodded. Quickly, she dropped her skirt."Stockings too," he added, "everything." Again she looked, and again, Inodded.

There she stood, naked, except for her stockings rolled down to herankles and her high heels.

"O.K." David continued, as he grabbed the metal and leather contraptionfrom the table, placing it on the floor, "put your right foot throught,right here." He pointed at the floor between two wide, thin metalbands. "Now your left foot here," again pointing, this time to the otherside. "Now, relax," He said, as he smoother talc all over her thighs,ass and crotch." He slid the contraption up and over her thighs,settling in on her hips. He adjusted, fastened, measured and readjustedfor about twenty minutes before he pulled me aside.

"It'll fit," he said, "but there will be some play." I asked what hemeant by "play."

He told me that the pubic hair acts like a cushion, holding the beltaway from the crotch. Removing the play would make it too tight on thehips and thighs. I asked him for suggestions.

"That's easy," he said, "get rid of the pubic hair."

I agreed.

Sydney and Kari were released and fitted, each having the same problem.We decided that shaving them would be an alternative, but it wouldrequire constant maintenence. Instead, Tina suggested a dipilatoryfoam, which would stop growth for at least six months. She'd give me afew cans of it for later treatments, in case I needed it later. Iagreed. It seemed like the best solution.

Tina was going to take care of the foam. I stood and watched as shebegan. First off, she took Beth to a gynecologist table. She put herlegs in the stirups and spread her wide open. Then she began strapingher ankles, and calves and thighs to tubes running down the side of thetable. Finally, her wrists and elbows were tied to the legs of thetable.

I wondered if it was necessary, and I looked at the can I was holding.The instructions were to spray the foam directly on "unwanted hair" andto rinse in one to two minutes. The warning stated that prolongedexpose to the dipilatory caused rash, sensitivity and discomfort.

Tina sprayed a healthy dose of foam on Beth's pussy, let it sit for twominutes and immediately rinsed her down. I couldn't believe theeffects. She was completely clean, not a single strand of hair remainedbetween her legs.

Much to my surprise, Tina didn't untie Beth, but rather she picked upthe spray can again. I pulled her aside.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, the foam works pretty well, the first time through," she told me,"but you get a good deal of growth back. We have found if you leave iton for fifteen minutes, you only have to do it once, maybe twice a year,and after that, she'll never have growth there again."

I almost stopped her, but I thought to myself, that I kind of liked theidea. It seemed sexy and a way to remind her of her position.

Tina nodded, walked in front of Beth and pointed the nozzle at hercrotch. She sprayed a heavy thick foam all over her pussy and her innerthighs, and then stepped back and set a timer. After doing so, sheencouraged us to leave and rest in a different room.

We sat in a waiting room and could hear all kinds of terrible noisescoming from the other room. I couldn't help myself. I went back towhere Beth was tied and stood up near her head. As she twisted andwrithed as the foam tore at her tender flesh, I petted her and strokedher hair, kissing her head gently. I wanted her to know I was there forher, no matter how bad it felt, no matter how much it hurt her. I kepttelling her how much I appreciated what she was going through for me,reminding her of her promise and telling her it would all be alright.

When the buzzer sounded, Tina returned and sprayed off Beth's crotch.She gasped and moaned as the cool water hit her searing flesh. As shecalmed down I saw her wide eyes looking up at me, lovingly, with greatcare. I felt a strong connection. Her eyes were asking if I waspleased with her, if she had behaved well. I smiled and nodded at her,leaning down, I whispered in her ear, "you did wonderfully my dear, justwonderfully." I sensed a smile from underneath the tape that coveredher lips.

I looked down at her naked, raw pussy. It almost glowed with a brightpink tone. Tina led her back to the room where she was fittedoriginally. This time the belt slipped up over her easily. Tinaapplied a large cube of ice to her pussy, which made her wince, butafter a few minutes began to soothe the pain. Once the swelling hadgone down from the treatment, David slipped the chastity belt up overher hips and turned a small key in the back. He took a set of allenwrenches and began adjusting several small screw-like knobs on the side.After every adjustment, he'd slide a thin metal piece under the ara hewas adjusting. Once he had fine-tuned the belt, he turned the key tothe right and slid it back off of Beth. He then examined her pussythroughly, locating her urethra, her clitoris, and her vaginal opening.From there he adjusted the front panel of the belt, moving differentpieces in different places, and finally attaching a tiny, nozzle likedevice near the top.

Again, he slid the device on Beth, made a few more adjustments, and thenturned the small key to the right and removed it. He slid it on a long,thin chain and told me that each of them would have a similar key,turning it to the left, allowed for tightening or loosening of the beltwith the allen wrenches, and the right locked the device completely inplace. The chastity belt was made of extremely thin metal, andcontoured to the shape of the body. The longer it was worn, the moreperfectly it would conform. It completely covered the crotch area fromthe upper thighs to the bottom of the stomach. There was a small outlethole, which was fed by the funnel, which completely surrounded theurethra. It was not necessary to remove the belt for her to pee. Twowide metal straps ran up her buttocks, lifting and separating them whena setting was turned one way, and with a small adjustment, it wouldsquash them together very tightly, making for a very nice sight. Eitherway, they could all use the bathroom without any restriction. Therewere a few modifications that made the belt special.

First, the back bands were fitted so that in the "open cheek" position,a small dildo holder could be locked on. Even this would not showthrough clothing. It would accomodate dildo's ranging from 2" to 12".The front also could had a few special features. One was a cathetertube that could be directly inserted through the opening in the belt,the other was a "catheter plug" which could be inserted, makingurination impossible until it was unlocked and removed. Finally, therewere two very tiny brass plates located on the sides of the belt, nearthe bottom of the waistband. Using the box that came with the belt, Icould attach small electrodes to the belt and do one of three things:provide an electrical shock to any part of the groin areas I chose,second, I could heat the belt up, as high as 160 degrees, or I couldcool the belt down to 30 degrees. The box was large and immobile, butmy mind raced with ideas and inventions for play and punishment.

Each of the women modelled their new belts for me. They were all veryturned on by the idea. I held each of their keys on a chain which Iwore as a necklace. They seemed to like the idea.

We loaded the control box into the back of the Jeep and returned toKari, Beth and Sydney. I gave them all a challenge. They were to dotheir very best to come. I wanted them to masturbate in front of us.They could even play with each other if it helped. I gave them a halfhour, if they didn't come by then, I told them I had a surprise instore. If they failed, I told them, they would be sorely dissapointed.

All three of them went at it, trying like crazy to get past the beltsthat clung firmly to them. No matter what they did, they could get nosensation in the area they needed it. Their pussies had all gone"numb." They could feel nothing except cold, smooth metal against theirpubis.

A half hour seemed to expire almost too quickly. Watching them squrimaround with each other, frustrated, horny and willing brought me to theverge or orgasm several times. Tina couldn't hold back. She fingeredherself to a wild display of passion as she watched the three of themfight for the pleasure I knew they'd be denied.

I was pleased with how well the belts worked. They all confessed, ashorny as they were, none had even a tingling in their pussy.

"Well, I win, " I gloated, "Now time to do something for me." At thattime, I took up one of David's suggestions, that I allow Tina to piercemy slave's nipples. In each nipple, they'd wear a beautiful goldnering, which would be welded shut, and unable to be removed.

I agreed. Each of them was led to a bench where I watched as they weretied down, gagged, and slowly pierced with a wide surgical needle, andthen a thick golden ring. David used a portable, low powered spotwelder to seal the rings shut. They closed easily. Tina gave me acouple of bottles of disinfectant and a sheet of instructions for how tocare for the new piercings.

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