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I couldn't see a thing through the door. It was damp and my eyes needed to adjust. Before they could, Master Ethan blindfolded me and put on and tightened armbinders from who knows where. It was hard to walk but as he led me around I got used to it. Where we stopped, murmurs surrounded us. I could pick out at least 4 distinct voices but when people started hushing everyone else, I knew there quite a few more.

I was shivering at this point. Master Ethan caressed my tush as he spoke: "Ladies and Gentlemen. I present Slave Diana." More hushed speaking from all around me. "She is ready to be broken in. May I have a volunteer." Someone must have raised their hand because after a moment I heard high heels walking toward me. "Slave Diana, curtsey before Goddess Victoria." I obeyed, wishing I could see who was coming.

I first felt warm and silky hands on mine followed by light scratching on my cheek. Her fingernails must have been at least an inch long. She blew a cool breath into my ear which made me shiver even more. I felt like a little baby as she wiped the drip of saliva off my chin. I'd never felt more humiliated and aroused. After, she lifted my binded arms and I felt a long steel rod under my armpits. It was freezing cold. I was hoisted and forced to the tips of my toes, which was painful considering my shoes. I was entirely exposed and I felt the fingernails on the tip of my clitty. Then, a gentle and beautiful voice: "I am going to take off your gag and you will not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?" My agreement came with more saliva drips.

The release of the gag was welcome. My jaw hurt and I wished the blindfold would come off. I'd feel slightly less vulnerable, maybe. "Now Diana, you are going to experience pain for a little while. I will try to make it as enjoyable as possible. As a gift, I will let you see your tormenter, my beautiful self, when you are finished. Do you understand?" "Yes Goddess Victoria." The sound of my voice was surpising to me because I hadn't spoken for a while.

Softly from the Goddess: "Ladies and Gentlemen. I present Slave Diana and a session of sensory deprivation. In a few minutes I'll call upon a volunteer to help. Please raise your hand at this time if you're endowment is impressive. Thank you."

After she finished, I felt a clothes pin slowly close shut on my nose. I shuddered and tried to pull my face back without any luck. The Goddess squeezed my clit as a warning. The clothes pin forced me to breathe out my mouth and I was worried my drooling would attract alot of attention. I couldn't do anything. Next, the Goddess put a open mouth gag with a harness on my face and as she was inserting in, I was terrified she'd block my airway. I'd never experienced any sort of deprivation before, and I was on my way to losing most of my senses. Next, she clamped something onto the tip of my clit and both of my nipples, which were already screaming in pain. I let out a soft moan. I felt tugging on all three clamps and assumed that they were all together on a chain. When she released the chain, the weight was surprising and caused me to moan yet again. More and more clamps on and around my breasts. Then my upper inner thighs. Then all over my clit. Then she demanded: "Stick out your tongue slave." I felt two more clamps on my tongue. They must have been clothes pins, but I didn't figure that out until they were whipped off.

She covered my mouth with her hand, forcing me to gasp for air when she moved away. More and more drool crept down my chin. "Slave. You won't be able to hear for the next few minutes. Keep your voice down too." "Yes, Goddess Victoria." It's hard to talk with clothes pins on your tongue through a ring gag. I barely got the words out before she inserted plugs into my ears. Then, I felt a tugging at my forgotten butt plug. A moment later, a much larger one replaced it. I moaned louder this time. She was so fast in everything she did and my heart was racing even faster. My body was being violated and it was wonderful. Then, the flogging started. The Goddess focused most of her attention on my breasts. Some clothes pins dangled, they hurt the most, pinching my sensitive skin leaving me helpless to the acute pain like needles in my flesh. The rest of the clothes pins fell to the floor. My nipples were the center of attention and I felt my breasts jiggle with each stroke of the flogger. I can't imagine how red they must have gotten. My face was left untouched for the time being. My stomach was also given attention.

Afterwards, how much time passed I have no idea, I felt chains attached to cuffs on my ankles. Hearing a cranking noise, I was slowly lifted off the floor and my legs were spread. My skirt was over my stomach and I was entirely exposed. The clothes pins on my thighs didn't last long as the flogging continued. I started to scream but no attention was paid. I must have been four feet in the air and started to wonder how far this would go. I felt like it all was a mistake, but my thoughts moved too fast to worry. All I could hear was muffled smacks on my own flesh and my yelps in my own head thanks to the ear plugs. I wriggled my nose with no luck of getting rid of the clothes pin.

I was no longer aroused when the Goddess started flogging my clit. It hurt so much I yelled louder and louder. Then I heard a muffled "Will my volunteer come and shut her up." Seconds later, I felt an arm around my chin and a large hand over my mouth. I wriggled the best I could but I was helpless. Every 10 seconds or more, it felt like an eternity, the mystery hand was briefly released. All the while, the flogging continued as intensely as before. The manly hands made me aroused again and all the more sensitive. I was gasping for breath and felt my body as I never had before. I felt my heart beating in my chest through the stifled moans constant pain. I felt my skin screaming with the pulsing of my heart. I felt my head secure and helpless in the masculine hold.

Moments after the flogging paused, the man released his grasp of me. He was then securing me to the bar with leather straps around my armpits and shoulders and then the same bar under my arms was lowered, leaving me in an slightly inverted position. The man slowly removed the clamp on my nose, the earplugs, and the gag and harness. He caressed my cheeks and then slapped my face 3 times on each cheek and then the Goddess' voice: "Diana. You are to open wide now and make Master Eli feel as much pleasure as possible. If you make a mistake, I will stub out my cigarette on the tip of your clit. Do you understand?" "Yes Goddess," I stated as clearly as possible.

I felt Master Eli bend my head backwards so it was upside down and then I opened my mouth and felt Master Eli's manhood reach the back of my throat. I gagged as he pulled out, and then opened wide again. The flogging continued on the inside of my thighs. Master Eli worked hard on my nipples as his thrusts gained speed and force. I knew I was giving him wonderful pleasure because I heard his moans and felt his ejaculate in my mouth and more on my face after only a few minutes. I smiled involunarily, cum dripping out of my violated yet talented and now slutty mouth, and then I heard the Goddess' voice again. "You will keep that in your mouth until I am finished." "Yes, Goddess." The bubbling ejaculate caused a few laughs and I had it in me to smile again.

The flogging continued, but not as intensely before. I felt the silky hand all over my body before each stroke of the flogger. "Swallow and say thank you." I gulped it down and thanked both the Goddess and Master Eli. My legs were first lowered and then I was released from the bar under my arms. I was quivering and it was hard to stand up. I was led by the leash and then heard the Goddess' voice. "You made too much noise to enjoy my beauty. Maybe when you are a better slave you will know your tormentor. We will see you in the morning. Curtsey and say thank you." "Yes Goddess Victoria." I curtsied, nearly falling to the floor.

Master Ethan brought me back up the stairs out of the dungeon. He took off my blindfold once we closed the door and led me upstairs. I had little balance and Master Ethan allowed me to take my time in my pumps. We returned to the room I got dressed in. Master Ethan sat me down on the bed and told me to relax. He rubbed my breasts and spoke softly: "You'll need your rest. You have to learn how to sleep differently. You will be attended to shortly and we'll see you in the morning. You have nothing to worry about but you have a long way to go but for now, just get your beauty rest." I was whimpering and crying and sniffling from the pain and the shock. I didn't even try to understand what he meant. I knew I was under his control, under everyone's control. I didn't have to decide for myself about anything.

I laid on the bed, with my head spinning. After he left, a cute sissy maid came in with shopping bag. She was older than I was, perhaps in her early forties, and she had a cute and understanding face. She was wearing pink fishnet stockings and cute lacey ankle socks with black buckling shoes. She had a corset and a frilly skirt on. Her collar was thick but it made her her posture divine. Her nipples were exposed and I could see she was having them stretched with coil jewelry. They were very sexy and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. She sat down on the bed and let my head fall into her lap.

Sissy Melissa became a close companion to me over the next few months. She must have gone through the same thing I was beginning. I wasn't allowed to talk much with her, only a few necessary words were permitted. But she was soothing with her touch. She helped me undress that night and take off my makeup. She then rubbed my red marks and nipples and tush with lotion. She helped me remove my butt plug, allowed me to use the bathroom, and then applied a generous amount of lubrication for the reinsertion.

"Ready dear? Don't worry, I'll take care of you." She pulled rubber gloves out of her bag and a needle and two ring piercings. I started to whimper as she put a black bit in my mouth and made me sit on my hands. I yelped through the bit when she pierced each nipple. Next, she took a corset out of her shopping bag and had me stand up facing the wall with my arms up high. She tightened it to the point that it was hard to breathe and she reassured me that I would get used to it and my figure would improve. "No more sagging posture for you young lady," she affirmed. After I sat down, she stretched the corset near my breasts to put disinfectant on my sore nipples. Next came the chastity cage. It was a little plastic contraption that had two pink, heart-shaped locks on it. My balls were kept inside of it as well and it gave my clit very little room for excitement. Her soothing touch kept me calm through the whole experience. She put on a 3 inch black collar with a lock on the back and ring in the front. She then strapped two cuffs around my wrists and clipped a chain connecting each of them through the ring in my collar. She then put on pink mitts that locked on my hands and would keep me from fumbling with anything. Then, looping a thin rope through my chastity device, she tied both each end off on each of my big toes, keeping me from stretching out my feet as I slept.

After she left I struggled to get comfortable; but at some point I fell asleep.