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Subject: {ASSM} Nanny, by Thndrshark (bd, sm, tor, pierc)
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 00:10:06 -0500
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Nanny
by Thndrshark

Part 1


     Cindy carefully cleaned a piece of chain dangling from the
overhead beam, absentmindedly rubbing the same spot. Her mind had
wandered off to happier times, when she had last been bound in the
chains that now hung idle around her. She moved among the selection of
whips, leather straps and heavy metal gear that made up a bulk of the
collection, thinking back to when they were well used. Now, they only
played once or twice a month, and she really had no idea why.
     Jim and Cindy had been an item since they were 16 years old,
growing up together in a suburb of a much larger metropolis. For years
people assumed that they would not last, since Jim was more computer
nerd than jock and Cindy was a constant contender for prom queen. But
they had a bond that kept them together, something they could never
reveal. Growing up near each other, they had always been friends,
hanging out on the summers even before Jim knew he should like girls.
It was during the summer of their sophomore year that Jim discovered a
new side to his budding beauty of a friend. Jim had simply walked into
Cindy's house and headed for the stairs. With her parents gone on a
trip, he knew he didn't have to worry about running into anyone, and
instead pushed right into her bedroom. For a moment he just stood in
shock at the sight. On the bed was a naked, writhing form, bound in a
combination of leather belts and clothesline. Despite the sponge
shoved into her mouth and forced further in with duct tape, and the
scarf over her eyes, Jim could tell it was Cindy. He knew she had
heard someone walk in, and had begun bucking in an effort to move,
hide or something, but the bonds were too effective to give. Instead,
she only tired herself out.
     Jim moved over silently, as much to admire her position as to
look over her helpless body. At 16 years old, he was still fighting
acne and an awkwardness he was told he would grow out of. Cindy, on
the other hand, already looked like a woman. At only 5'5", she still
had the longest legs in school, with a firm yet well rounded ass at
the top. Her thin waist was belted severely now, the leather tightened
so tight it seemed about to cut her in half, but the effect showed
just how tiny her waist could be. Under her body he could see her
naked breasts pressed against the bedcover. Of all her attributes,
these were the most impressive. A natural 36D, she was a good reason
sweaters were invented, and no matter how many times they had done it,
every guy found themselves turning to stare as she walked by. Combined
with her long blonde hair, softly curled as it spilled down her back,
pouty lips and big, dark eyes, she was something to behold.
     Now, Jim stood over her, admiring the sight, but also studying
the bondage she apparently had put herself in. He could see two pair
of handcuffs holding both her wrists together as well as wrenching her
elbows tight. Her arms had already started turning red from a slight
disruption in circulation, but he could tell that she was well aware
of her plight. Her hair had been woven into a tight ponytail, with a
leather strap, then the strap had been fed down to the waist belt,
where it was cut to the right length to reach, while forcing her head
back severely.  A small padlock held the strap in place, the key no
where in evidence. Looking around, he found the handcuff key dangling
from a piece of string over the bed. He followed the string up and
over a plant hook above her, and back down to an open face clock. A
loop at the end had been fitted over the hour hand, designed to slip
off when it reached high enough. Considering it was only 5:00pm, the
hand still held the key tightly, with no chance of release until at
least 10:00pm. He found himself whistling. That would be a long time
in bondage, not even counting the time she had already spent.
     Looking even closer, he examined her legs, doubled up behind her,
with belts strapping them together at thigh, above knee, below and at
ankle. The interesting addition was the method she had devised to hold
her legs in their bent position. Thin rope had been wound around her
big toes then pulled up to the back of her collar. With her feet
nearly touching her lower waist, the strain on her toes alone had to
be intense, not to mention the threat of choking by pulling too hard
on her collar. He could see her struggle constantly to keep the
tension light, forcing her legs even farther back by bending her waist
hard, only to release after a moment. A low buzzing sound caught his
ear and he looked down to her crotch, catching sight of two vibrators
under a wide belt between her legs. One seemed to be positioned
perfectly on her clit, while the other seemed to disappear up her own
ass. It seemed the vibrators were on some sort of timer, as the
buzzing picked up. Soon, low moans escaped the gag and once again she
began to buck and shake. Every move of her body yanked even harder on
her head, and every muscle flinch yanked her feet down, choking her a
bit more. But soon the buzzing stopped and she relaxed, her chest
heaving beneath her.
     Jim couldn't tear his eyes away. The site of this beautiful girl
bound helpless before him, made his cock stand tall. He had always
found images of bondage exciting, but never had the chance to see it
for real. Now he could tell it was something that he craved to see
more of, and if he had his way, he would help Cindy live out her
bizarre fantasies even more. He looked at his watch, and back at the
faceless clock, then pulled up a chair. It was better than TV, he
thought as he could hear the vibrators start again.

     10:00 o'clock came too fast, but he could tell that Cindy was
eager for release. The string had begun slipping, and Cindy obviously
knew it was close. She turned on her chest and reached out with her
bound hands, hoping to catch the key. But as the string slipped and
something fell into her hands, she let out a groan. Rather than the
key, it was a locket that Jim had given her on his birthday. For a
moment she could do nothing but renew her efforts to find an escape.
She knew it was futile. The only way she would find release was with
that handcuff key. Nothing else would release the cuffs.
     Finally, she felt hands on her head and soon bright light flooded
her eyes, soon replaced by the image of Jim.
     "Hello, Cindy," he said, holding the key in front of her. "I
suppose you want this?" Cindy nodded frantically, a flush of blood
rushing to her face at the thought that her friend was seeing her like
this. "Well it seems you like this a lot, don't you?" Another nod. She
felt his hands run over her bound and aching arms, down to her exposed
ass, then around to grab a breast. She squealed as he pinched her
nipple hard, but a warm glow spread through her crotch as he did.
"I've been sitting her for about five hours, and I found your diary.
It seems you really like this, don't you? So much that you are hoping
to find a real master to control you and play with you, right?"
Reluctantly, Cindy nodded. She never meant anybody to read that, but
now he knew all her secrets. "I'll make you a deal. I'll let you go if
you let me be your master."
     Cindy was shocked at his suggestion. She never knew Jim to be
anything but an innocent young man, geeky but nice. Now he acted so
confident and in control. Again she found herself growing excited.
Maybe he could give her what she wanted? She found herself nodding and
soon he was releasing her cuffs, a smile on his face.

     That simple experience began a long road together, leading to her
moment standing in their dungeon. For years they remained an unlikely
couple, but nobody knew the real reason. They experimented with
everything they dared to, and Cindy loved every moment. As Jim grew
more comfortable with his skills and an understanding that Cindy was
looking for extreme situations, he began to comply. Six months after
that first night, his parents had left for a two week trip, and she
had come over for another secret rendezvous. As usual, she had told
her parents she was spending the week in the country with her friend
Janet, who was happy to cover for her. But as an extra precaution, she
had told Janet she was going with Jim to the city, to avoid her
stopping by for a chat. As they toasted their evening alone and drank,
Cindy immediately found herself groggy, and soon, as Jim smiled at
her, she slumped to the table asleep. Some time later, she awoke, only
to find herself strapped in a wide spread eagle, in a dark and dank
room. Winches had been used to haul her to her feet, then more cables
had pulled her legs wide as well. As she examined he situation, she
could tell she had been like this for awhile as her joints ached
horribly. Her mouth, gagged with a huge ball, had begun to ache as
well, matching the pain in the rest of her body. After what seemed
like hours she began to cry from the suspension, when a booming voice
echoed through the room.
     "You're a fool to trust me, Cindy," she could hear Jim's voice.
"You told Janet you were in the city. I've already called her asking
where you were, so I'm covered. I can do anything I want to you.
Anything." A bright spotlight clicked on, highlighting a gleaming tray
of instruments, all dangerous looking. "You see, you really don't know
me, Cindy. I've been hoping to meet a girl I could torture horribly,
and since you are here, I guess it can be you!" As Cindy tried to
comprehend his words, Jim came out of the shadow, pushing a small
barbeque in front of him. Stopping beside her, he reached to the hot
coals and pulled out a small brand, holding it up to her fear filled
eyes. The red hot initials of Jim Reading glared back at her, and
Cindy began crying in fear.

     For the next 36 hours, Jim kept Cindy in a constant state of pain
and arousal. With a combination of forceps, hot steel, rubber whips
and electrodes, Cindy had experienced more pain and sheer terror than
ever before. Her body ached from the series of welts that had risen
from both the long whip as well as the soaked canes that Jim had
applied expertly to the backs of her thighs. Throughout the endless
hours she had been tortured, Jim had maintained a constant stream of
conversation, convincing Cindy that she would not leave this room
alive. She could feel the blood from her pierced tongue dripping on
her bruised breasts. The ball gag had been replaced by a ring gag 
early, and Jim had used a skewer to run a hole through her tongue,
fitting a thick, seamless ring through it. Tying a heavy leather cord
to the ring, he ran another needle, through the base of each nipple,
then ran a single, long bar through both holes. With the leather he
pulled her tongue out forcefully, then tied it to a ring in the center
of the rod. Pulling it tight, he pulled her tongue out painfully far,
yanking up on her tortured nipples and lifting her large breasts.
Forced to keep her head bent down as far as it could go to reduce the
pain on all the piercings, Cindy moaned from the punishment. She
watched as Jim knelt down in front of her stretched body and raised
another thick needle in front of her crotch. She knew what was coming
and tried to cry out through the gag, pleading for mercy. Jim simply
smiled at her and, with a pair of needle nose pliers grabbed her
sensitive clit, pulling it out painfully before shoving the metal
through. Her head jerked back, yanking hard on both her nipples and
tongue. A scream erupted from her throat, as she begged Jim to stop.
Three streams of blood began trailing down her body as the hard pull
caused all three holes to bleed again. Quickly she dropped her head,
and watched as Jim replaced the needle through her clit with another
thick ring, then tied another piece of leather to it. Standing, he
pulled it taught and attached it to the rod between her nipples.
Another moan erupted from her as she could find no compromise that
avoided extreme pain. New tears streamed down her face as she fought
to control the rising panic and sense of dread that was growing inside
of her.
     For a moment she lost sight of Jim, but soon could hear him
behind her. Without warning, her back erupted in fire as Jim lashed
her with a single tail whip. Cindy's head jerked back again, yanking
on her clit as well now, but Jim didn't wait for her to recover. For
30 minutes, she languished in ultimate pain as Jim laced a series of
intense marks across her back and ass, while Cindy found she could not
prevent herself from punishing her own tongue, nipples and clit.

     For hours Jim found new ways to increase Cindy's torment. Toward
the end, she lost consciousness three times, solely from the pain
being inflicted on her. Now certain that Jim had lost his mind and
intended to kill her, she was lost in a world of terror she never
thought she would experience. The blood had stopped from her
piercings, but she still struggled to keep a balance, avoiding any
further tugging. She could feel her legs go lose and soon she was
lowered down to the floor. Unable to support herself, she settled to
her knees and Jim unhooked the chains that held her arms wide. Soon,
her arms were bound again, but this time behind her. She grunted as
her elbows were strapped together as well, forcing her breasts out and
increasing the painful tension. Leather straps locked her ankles to
her thighs, and he attached chains to the straps that reached to
either side, connected to the poles, holding her knees open. Jim
stepped around to her front and unlaced the leather that connected her
tongue to the rod between her nipples. As Cindy tried to pull her
tongue back in her mouth, she found it painful to do so, the muscles
at the back of her mouth sore from being stretched for more than 15
hours. She could feel Jim wrap rope around the base or her breasts,
and soon she could hear the cranking of the winch. Slowly, the nooses
around her breasts began to tighten, then lift her body off the
ground. As her knees left the floor, Jim stopped, then attached a
chain from the strap around her wrists, then connected it to a ring
beneath and slightly in front of her, mounted in the floor. Gathering
her sweat drenched hair, Jim laced it into a ponytail, including a
leather strap among the hair, then stretched the strap down and
between her legs, attaching it to the ring through her clit. Slowly,
he pulled, forcing Cindy's head back more and more, then tied it off
to the ring. Cindy cried out as she tried to raise her head from the
uncomfortably bent position, but any efforts yanked horribly on her
clit. Once again, Jim returned to the crank and began turning it,
raising her body even more.
     As the ropes shortened, the chain from Cindy's hands to the floor
tightened, and soon she was being pulled backward. The strain on her
breasts increased until the nooses had tightened as far as they could,
reducing the base of her breasts dramatically. With the constriction,
the blood flow was reduced and quickly her breasts began to discolor.
Cindy began to moan from the intense pain in her chest, as quiet tears
began to trail down her inverted cheeks. After a few more cranks, Jim
stopped and stood to the side, admiring Cindy's contorted and tortured
form. Despite the array of marks across her body, she was still
beautiful. He never imagined he would have this perfect young girl to
torture. He looked behind him and pulled up a chair to sit. Her
breasts were pulled from her body, most of the bulbous shapes turning
a bright red, with the ropes at their bases forcing them through a
small opening. Bent backward, her legs were bent under her but spread
wide. He could see the muscles in her thighs at full tension. With her
arms chained close to the floor, her shoulders had been pulled back
hard, and with the addition of her ponytail strap to her clit ring,
her face pointed straight backward.
     After a moment admiring her taught and pain filled body, Jim
stood and selected a cane from the implements nearby. Stepping between
her knees, he lifted the brine soaked bamboo and brought it down hard
on her engorged left breast. Cindy howled through the ring gag,
yanking hard on her clit ring in reaction. Jim immediately followed
the first stroke with a second to her right breast, then a sequence of
twenty more. Cindy bucked from each stroke, the cries replaced by a
low moan of primal pain. As Jim finished the first round of caning, he
moved around to her face and, unzipping his pants, he pushed his
already hard cock into her mouth, fitting it through her ring gag.
Sliding it in, he could feel the head reach the back of her throat,
cutting off most of her air flow.
     "I'm going to hold my cock down your throat. Your last breath
will be making me cum, so get busy." He brought the cane down again,
this time finding a new part of her now nearly purple left breast. The
low howl from her mouth felt amazing, and Jim kept up the caning as he
began to fuck her throat. With her air mostly cut off, Jim was sure
she was close to losing consciousness. Coming quickly wouldn't be a
problem though, so he picked up the pace with the cane and with his
other hand, grabbed the rod between her nipples. Pulling hard on that
brought a new level of screams from her throat and soon he was pumping
cum back down it. He could feel her swallowing his load, and as he
finished, he lashed the cane down hard on her right breast while
pulling and twisting the nipple rod hard. With a final scream, Cindy
lost consciousness, slumping in her bonds.

     Cindy woke in a soft bed, her naked body covered by cotton
sheets. Trying to roll over, she found her body chained in a spread
eagle. Looking up, she could see herself in the reflection from a
ceiling mirror, but with the sheet in place, she could only see her
head. Though she was held firmly, the tension wasn't painful and she
relaxed on the soft surface. She could tell she was naked, except for
a wide collar locked on her neck and a ball gag in her mouth. For a
few minutes, as she woke slowly, she was confused. The last nightmare
she remembered, Jim was torturing her horribly, and she was certain
she was going to die. Now, as the morning light warmed her cool body,
she realized it had all been part of the plan.
     "Good morning, my slave," Jim said from the doorway. Cindy tried
to raise up, but fell back down on the bed. Jim sat down on the edge,
slowly pulling the sheet off of her. Looking back up, Cindy was
shocked to see her own body. Covered in lash marks and bruises, her
breasts purple and swollen, Cindy knew now that her nightmare had been
real. Jim ran his hand over her skin and Cindy winced each time he
touched a mark. His fingers ran over her breasts, and for the first
time she noticed the rings now mounted in her nipples. Looking down
her body, she could see a ring mounted in her clit as well. Further
examination told her that a similar ring was in her tongue.
     "I decided we should keep the rings for now," Jim said, flicking
the steel in her right nipple. "I wanted to give you a nose ring, too,
but I thought that would be a problem for school." Cindy felt a stir
in her pussy from the thought of being humiliated like that, but the
gag prevented her from voicing her wish that he would. Instead, she
could only lay back and think.

     Jim constantly found ways to increase the intensity of their
play, both in public and in private. Cindy had the perfect room to
allow for nighttime play, with little danger of her parents intrusion.
Her room was separated from most of the house, having been built on as
an addition over the garage, with only a long hallway connecting her
door to the rest of the upstairs. Shortly after she met Jim, she
developed the habit of acting scared that she was up there alone,
until her father encouraged her to lock the two doors at both ends of
the hall to make her feel at ease. The result was complete privacy.
After a few months, when Cindy was confident they were safe, she would
invite Jim to sneak up the back trellis and spend nights with her. By
the middle of their Junior year Jim had been spending three nights a
week with Cindy, with Jim losing sleep watching the harshly bound
Cindy beside him. The nights he couldn't stay, he often came early,
placing Cindy in some sort of bondage, only to return in the morning
to release her. During this time, they experimented with more and more
stringent bondage, until Cindy became accustomed to sleeping
throughout the night in a heavily bound position.

          Toward the middle of their Junior year, Jim began to modify
Cindy's public appearance, or at least modify how she felt in public.
She had managed to hide both her nipple rings and clit ring from her
friends since they were added to her body, and she hoped they would
never know. The tongue ring was quite a bit more common, and though
she was the talk of the school for having done that seemingly wild
thing to her body for such a clean cut cheerleader type, the talk
slowed quickly and the ring ceased to be a topic of conversation.
     Over the first months they were together, Jim had arranged a
series of laser treatments to permanently remove hair from her crotch.
While he was at it, he also removed any signs of hair from her under
arms, legs and arms. Now, despite how long her bondage might be, he
would not have to deal with it. Cindy wasn't as pleased to find
herself so hairless, but she also felt the glow of her submissive side
knowing that her Master had made such a permanent change to her body.
     She soon began finding changes that Jim would make without her
approval. One morning, she discovered all her flat shoes had been
removed, in favor of several pairs of five-inch heels. Begrudgingly,
she learned to walk in heels, and soon learned to enjoy how they made
her legs look. As time went on, Jim made additional changes. All her
slacks and pants disappeared, in favor of skirts, none reaching lower
than mid thigh. At the same time, she was provided with garter belts,
and stockings to wear. Over time, her full panties were exchanged with
g-strings, and her normal bras with padded ones, further increasing
the size of her chest. Each day she was forced to expose herself in
the new and unfamiliar attire she felt further humiliated. But she
knew she had no choice, and endured.
Soon, even her panties disappeared, and she learned to wear none, the
cool winter air both chilling and exciting her bare pussy.
     Waking one day in late February, Cindy found Jim already gone for
the day. As she stood, naked and marked from the straps that had bound
her to the bed for the night, she heard a strange jingling. Looking
down, she found a short four-inch piece of chain connected to her clit
ring, with a tiny bell dangling at its end. Moaning in embarrassment,
Cindy tried to walk, noticing the subtle jingle regardless of what she
did. Red from humiliation, she dressed for school. Throughout the day,
the jingle followed her from class to class, the short chain even
rattling against the wood seats of the desks as she sat. Though she
got some strange looks, nobody could imagine that sitting next to
them, a young girl had a tiny bell hanging from a ring mounted in her
permanently hairless crotch. Cindy, however, knew it, and the thought
kept a constant flush of humiliation on her face.

End of Part 1

as always, comments and questions welcome to TS@thndrshark.com
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