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Subject: {ASSM} Charlotte, Pt 1 by Thndrshark (bd, sm, pierce, corset, tor)
Date: Wed,  1 Aug 2001 17:10:02 -0400
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Charlotte 

Part 1

By Thndrshark


    For the first time in her life, Charlotte felt like she had found
what was missing. For years she and her friends had commiserated about
lost loves or the lack of success in Manhattan. Charlotte had made
particular noise about the issue. Of the four ladies, she was hoping
to marry first. But she was also known as the prude of the group,
embarrassed to talk about even a simple blow job. She had always felt
that the perfect relationship didn't require anything special, except
mutual love and compatibility.
     It wasn't that she had trouble meeting men. Her trim 5' frame and
long dark hair offset her bright face. She knew that she was
attractive and though she didn't usually wear formfitting outfits, she
did take advantage of what she had with the most stylish and cut
clothing. She was proportional for her size, her 34C breasts offset
her 22 inch waist and 32 inch hips. She was pleased with her looks but
still couldn't see why she couldn't find the right man.
      Marcus seemed to be the perfect answer. He was a wealthy real
estate developer living on the upper east side. His house, a double
brownstone, was impressive from the outside, and cavernous on the
inside. After the first two dates, Charlotte was certain that he would
meet most if not all of her criteria, and that of her friends. Yet,
despite the seeming perfection, there still seemed to be something
lacking. It wasn't until the third date, the first time they made
love, that she discovered something new.
     In the lengthy conversations they would have over dinner, Marcus
had made mention of his controlling instincts. They would laugh it
off, proclaiming him a true Leo, but the subject would come up again.
Charlotte could tell there was more to it than she could see. It
wasn't until they made it to his bedroom for the first time that she
discovered what that meant.
     The room was massive, as were many of the rooms in his home. It
was difficult to see past the iron canopy bed anyway, and no lights
illuminated the room beyond. As she suspected, Marcus was sensual,
standing her by the bed and carefully removing her clothes, kissing
and touching her. A thrill ran through her spine and a smile across
her face as she felt her nipples perk up to the attention. Once naked,
Marcus turned her toward the bed and leaned in.
     "Do you trust me," he asked in a soft yet firm tone. Charlotte
felt a chill course through her, but she knew it was excitement.
     "Yes," she whispered back. In answer, his strong hands gently
pulled her arms behind her until her elbows met. The arm position was
unusual to Charlotte. She could feel her breasts being pushed out from
her body and her back arch. Her yoga and years of dance as a young
girl made her quite flexible, but she had never experienced this. She
wanted to protest as she felt a wide leather strap lace around her
elbows and carefully bind them together. Any past boyfriend who even
suggested tying her up would have been greeted with a slap and a quick
departure. But Marcus' touch seemed to calm her and she found the
restriction somehow exciting. So caught up in her thoughts she almost
missed her wrists being bound together in a similar fashion, locking
her arms behind her back, useless.
     For a moment his touch disappeared, but when it returned, she
felt his hand pull her chin up, then press a wide leather collar
around her neck. Moving her hair, Marcus buckled it on; snug yet not
uncomfortable, and Charlotte could hear the telltale sound of a small
padlock clicking into place. Her face was flush with embarrassment and
excitement. Turning her, Marcus kissed her deep, then lifted her onto
the silk sheets. Reaching to the head of the bed, Marcus pulled a
heavy length of chain up, locking it to the front of Charlotte's
collar. The chain, only 3 feet long, allowed her some movement but not
too much. Charlotte felt detached from the experience, the unusual
feeling of leather around her neck, holding her snug, and the loss of
her arms behind her felt strange. For a moment, she panicked, thinking
that Marcus might be some type of crazy, taking advantage of her,
abusing her then who knows what. But despite the frightening thought,
she could feel a tingle between her legs as she imagined these things.
     Rolling over turned out to be more difficult than she imagined
without the use of her arms but she could feel Marcus towering over
her at the side of the bed. She lay on her back, watching him examine
her like an object, and a stir moved through her heart. For a moment
she realized she should be mad, embarrassed, but the more she watched
him watch her, and the more she felt how exposed and vulnerable she
was, the more excited she became. Finally, Marcus undressed and joined
her, making love to Charlotte with more energy and enthusiasm than she
would have imagined. With strong hands and decisive moves, Marcus took
advantage of her, and Charlotte enjoyed it, imagining she was a
captive maiden and this was her master. Well, she thought, maybe
there's more truth to that than fantasy.

     After a long session of love making, Marcus finally rested,
pulling Charlotte's head to his chest. She had no choice, but enjoyed
the sound of his heart as he held her helpless body. She could feel
the flush of excitement leaving her face finally. She had never
orgasmed so much in a single night. The combination of the
helplessness with the passion Marcus showed her created a feeling
Charlotte had never experienced before. After a few moments, Marcus
rose and she assumed it was to untie her. Instead, he returned quickly
with two items. First, she was shocked when he pushed a huge red
rubber ball into her mouth, wrenching her jaw wide. She tried to
complain but the ball stifled any sound quickly. Despite the passion,
she felt this was too much. As he laced the strap tightly, forcing the
ball in deeper, she began to panic again, fearing that she had allowed
herself to be totally at this man's mercy. Then, a blindfold covered
her eyes, small padded circles forcing  them shut and blocking out all
light. As his hands left her, Charlotte moaned and struggled, feeling
the harsh bondage of her arms, the heavy chain holding her to the bed
and the gag keeping her mute. She tried to scream in complaint,
twisting and fighting the bonds, but she also noticed that her pussy
was damp again. It couldn't be, she said to herself as she continued
to struggle. But despite the unchosen helplessness, Charlotte found
herself calming and, without much warning, drifted off to sleep.

     The next day was a confusion of emotions. She had awoken free of
the bondage, Marcus having untied her while she slept, but she still
could remember the feeling of the bonds. He could sense her troubled
mind, but left her to the thoughts as they kissed. Rather than pushing
him away, Charlotte found herself clinging to him even tighter, his
strength somehow helping comfort her.
     She wandered through the day, unable to resolve the conflict in
her head. She knew that the bondage was wrong and dirty. She would
never have consented to it if she knew what he had intended. Yet as
she thought about it, she found herself with a slight smile and a
thrill she hadn't felt before. When Marcus called late in the day and
asked Charlotte to dinner at his place, she quietly accepted. Despite
her fear, she knew there was something that Marcus had that she
needed. As she set the phone back in the cradle, she secretly hoped
that her own discovered passions could remain in check.

     Unlike a typical dinner after an uncomfortable experience, Marcus
was quick to bring up the events of the night before. As they sat in
his exquisite dining room, he broke the awkward silence quickly.
     "I want to talk about last night," he said, his strong gaze
piercing her. Charlotte tried to swallow the salad gracefully.
     "Ok," she said, the fear in her eyes clear.
     "I'm sorry it was so abrupt, but from what I could see, you
enjoyed it."
     "Well, it wasn't what I expected," a blush. "But it was very
exciting." Charlotte had to admit it. Even thinking about it now was
making her excited. She was shocked at her quick response, struggling
to control these new feelings.
     "Charlotte, I think we could have a lot of fun together. I think
you would enjoy even more of the same." His pause spoke volumes as he
leaned in to her, taking her hand in his. "I think you would make a
wonderful submissive.” Charlotte wasn't sure what that meant.
     "What would happen?" 
     "I would continue exposing you to different forms of bondage,
ways to control you." Charlotte's heart was racing. She was more
excited than ever, but her mind wanted to run from the room and never
look back.
     "And what is your goal?" Marcus paused, taking her hand even
stronger.
     "To make you my slave." Charlotte didn't know what to say. This
wasn't anything like she had dreamt of all those years. She had always
wanted family and stability. Instead, this man she could love was
offering her enslavement. It couldn't possibly be real.
     "Is this real," she asked. "I mean, what would happen in the
end?"
     "That's a long way away, Charlotte. I'm suggesting we explore a
side of you that you seem to enjoy, despite what your head says. I'm
suggesting we play some roles and see what happens."
     "Will it hurt?"
     "I'll be honest, depending on how far we go, there are times it
might hurt."
     "Like when?"
     "If you disobey me, I will punish you. Some bondage can be
painful as well." Charlotte's body was betraying her, her pussy wet
with excitement. She wanted to put her hand there and pleasure herself
but she didn't want to reveal the effects of Marcus'; words on her
body. "If we go far enough, there are ways I would like to modify your
body that would be painful, but would enhance your experience."
     "Are there rules?"
     "The only rule is that you must obey me at all times from this
moment forward. If you do not, I will punish you. There are no safe
words or ways to stop the training. We can set a time limit and after
that time, see how you are feeling, but until then, I am in control.
Do you understand?"
     Charlotte nodded. She didn't know what to think. Her mind went to
her friends and how they would react. In typical fashion, Samantha
would say go for it, Carrie would worry and Miranda would want to know
more. The unfortunate part was that she was usually the sensible one
of the group. Now, with her own senses encouraging her to do it, she
had no one to go to for logic. She found herself looking into Marcus'
eyes and nodding.
    "Alright," was all she said.

     For the first two weeks, life for Charlotte remained fairly
normal on the outside, though her love life with Marcus became
increasingly unusual. At first, he introduced her carefully to the art
of submission, teaching her how to kneel at his feet, spread her knees
and avoid eye contact when they were alone at home. To her it was a
game, something that sent a thrill through her each time she was with
him. Marcus also insisted on nudity at home for her, except for a snug
and wide leather collar locked to her neck, as well as cuffs on wrists
and ankles. Charlotte found her shyness would not be tolerated and she
quickly became accustomed to her new attire, for fear of the strap he
liked to use on her. She had not enjoyed her "corrections", as Marcus
liked to call them. With each mistake she made, she would receive five
lashes from his 2-inch wide leather tarse. Despite the intense pain,
she knew she deserved the punishment in their game of slavery. She
also knew that after each stroke, her heart raced with excitement and
her pussy grew more and more damp. She slowly began to crave his harsh
treatment, despite her fear of where her passions might lead.
     After only a few days, she found that Marcus would no longer
allow her to sleep in bed with him. Instead, she was chained by her
collar to the floor at the foot of the bed. Even though humiliation
coursed through her body the first time he forced her to the floor and
locked her in place, she also found her body tingling with
exhilaration.
     Almost continually, Marcus kept her arms locked behind her back,
wrist and elbows touching, as he had bound her that first night.
Though the location remained the same, he found ways to increase her
discomfort each night. Larger ball gags soon made way for inflatable
gags that wrenched her mouth so wide she thought her jaw would
dislocate. Eventually, harsh harnesses were used to pull her head back
severely, as a strap connected the top ring to her elbow bondage.
Soon, her ankles were pulled up to meet her elbows as well, bending
her body into a tight U, then a strap connected her ankles to her
head, increasing the severity ten fold. The first Saturday night after
agreeing to submit to Marcus, Charlotte found herself being prepared
for something different. Her arms still bound behind her harshly,
Marcus removed her collar. Fitting a leather waist cincher, he began
to lace it tightly. Charlotte began gasping as her waist was cruelly
constricted beyond anything she had ever experienced. Soon, Marcus
tied off the lacing and held up a small mirror for her. Her already
small waist had been reduced to almost 18 inches, she guessed. Though
the look was somehow erotic, she found herself nearly panting from the
pressure.
     "Spread your legs," Marcus commanded. She did as she was ordered,
still horrible aware of the hairless nature of her crotch. On her
second night with Marcus, he had insisted she apply a special balm to
all her skin beneath her neck.
     "This will permanently remove all hair from your body,
Charlotte," he had said. "This will be the first of many permanent
changes you must accept to be my slave." Charlotte hesitated only
briefly before applying the cream. She felt a tingle, then simply
wiped her skin clean. As the final evidence of hair on her pussy was
removed, Charlotte felt more exposed than ever. And the thought of
being hairless like a child for the rest of her life brought new
meaning to submission.
      As she remembered the experience, she felt Marcus attach
something to the back of her waist cincher. She nearly jumped as she
felt a long metal dildo slip into her pussy. Seemingly endless in
length, it filled her fully. Soon, another began pressing against her
anus and she bit her lip as the second metal penetrator slid deep into
her ass. A wide strap was pulled up between her legs, then attached to
the front of her corset, holding both dildos in firmly. Macus ordered
her to lay down on a black, rubber object, and he began strapping her
tightly into a heavy rubber body bag. The latex stretched tight up her
already bound body until it cocooned her in a thick, pliable material.
Soon, wide leather straps circled her body as well, removing any
ability to flex. At one point, she could feel him working at her feet,
then slowly, a pressure forced her toes into an en pointe position. As
Marcus locked a strap in position, cramping had already begun in her
calves, the unusual position of her feet making her muscles rebel.
Charlotte began to panic as claustrophobia set in, her controlled and
restricted body fighting against the harsh bondage. As he finished
with her body, Marcus turned to her head, stretching a tight latex
hood over it. The compression of the strange material increased her
sense of helplessness, as tears began to streak down her cheek, then
across her rubber covered skin. The mouth-less hood pressed the
massive ball gag even further back into her mouth. As the ball
attempted to stretch her mouth wider, the tight rubber pressed back.
Charlotte moaned in helpless frustration. Assuming he was done,
Charlotte's eyes grew wide as Marcus reached for another object.
Holding the new piece of rubber in a ball, he pushed out two tubes
that began to slip up into her nostrils. Halfway up their length,
rubber stops began to slip into her nose, blocking off the nostril.
Soon, Charlotte could feel the strange sensation of the tubes slipping
toward her throat, making her choke. But the stoppers fit snuggly,
deep in her nostrils, stopping the intrusion. She found it quite easy
to breath, despite the unusual device.
     "Can you breath," asked Marcus. Charlotte nodded, and Marcus went
back to work. Releasing the ball of latex, he began stretching a much
smaller, heavy rubber hood over her head. As she saw the purpose of
the additional hood, Charlotte tried to struggle, panic setting in.
She had forgotten to tell Marcus how claustrophobic she could get. She
tried to make a sound, but the combination of huge gag, rubber hood,
and the addition of the second layer made sound nearly impossible.
Soon, despite the fear growing in her heart, it was too late. The
rubber hood stretched beneath her chin, then was forced up and over
her face. She watched through tear filled eyes as rubber stretched
over her, removing all sight. With some additional struggling, Marcus
soon had the hood fit snuggly over the first hood. Sealing the ends,
he then fit a wide posture collar around her neck, hiding the base of
both hoods and creating a nearly perfect form in bondage.
     Marcus stood back, enjoying the sight of his new slave in
complete and utter bondage for the first time.  He reached into his
pocket and took a small remote control device, clicking the on switch.
 Charlotte, already lost in her own nightmare of immobility, pain and
fear, jumped as both dildos in her came to life. With a combination of
vibration and motion, they assaulted her orifices mercilessly. She
moaned behind her gag, unable to fight the onslaught. Her ass began to
burn, unaccustomed to any intrusion, much less the combination of
pulsing and writhing. Almost without warning, she found herself
climbing to orgasm, as she bit down hard on the gag. The scream of her
climax sounded like a distant cry to Marcus, who got into bed with a
smile.
       Charlotte was certain she had been forgotten, locked away in
total bondage. She had not slept much at all, not only due to the
restriction, but also from the series of massive orgasms she had
experienced. Considering the pain and fear she was still experiencing
from her bondage, she was surprised that she could become so aroused.
Instead, she felt panicked, on the verge of hysteria, as she
desperately tried to move any part of her body. But the leather straps
and rubber held her firmly. Instead, she could only focus on the
onslaught between her legs, as another wave of passion began to
overtake her.

End of Part 1

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