All Change for Amy

Geraldine produced a thick, padded leather blindfold from a drawer and strapped it tightly around Amy's head, plunging her into a world of velvety darkness. Then a black leather muzzle was strapped around her head, its rubber ball filling her mouth and silencing any protests she may have made. She could only breathe through her nose, her own ragged breaths loud in her ears. She heard the rattle of chains and Geraldine's voice, sharp and clear. "Put your arms level with your head."

She felt something cool and solid settle onto her shoulders, then a firm restriction on her neck, and with a heavy thud, her arms were locked in place as wooden stocks closed around her neck and wrists. These weren't normal stocks; they rested on her shoulders, holding her wrists level with her head in a position of utter supplication. Then something heavy and rubber was locked around each wrist. Thick rubber balls that locked onto the stocks and made Amy's hands even more useless than they were, clenching them into impotent fists. Her legs were kicked apart, and a solid metal bar was strapped between her ankles, keeping her legs wide apart, forcing her onto the soles of her heeled shoes to maintain her balance.

Geraldine's hands were on her again, a stark contrast to the cold wood and metal. She kissed each hard nipple, her tongue a warm, wet point of contact, and then stroked between Amy's legs, her fingers expertly finding her clit. Amy groaned into the gag, her body a traitor, responding with a flood of heat. Then she felt Geraldine inserting something inside her, a smooth, hard object that settled deep within her. A padlock clicked, and a chastity belt was locked around her waist, wide rubber padding lined metal holding the object securely in place.

She heard Geraldine move away, checking the cameras and sound. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Then Amy felt it. A low, insistent buzz. The remote for the egg she had put inside Amy. Geraldine pressed the variable button, and the intensity grew, a relentless, maddening pulse against her most sensitive spot. Amy started moaning and squirming, her body pulling against the stocks, the pleasure a form of torture. Geraldine pressed a button on the wall, and the chains above her head tightened, lifting her until her toes barely touched the ground, leaving her suspended, a helpless, quivering puppet.

She left the room, the sound of her heels clicking away down the hall, and went to check the feed in her study. She heard the familiar footsteps behind her as he stepped over to where she was staring at the screen, at the image of the writhing, suspended Amy. He didn't say a word. He simply placed a heavy, studded leather collar around Geraldine's neck, the click of the padlock a sound of ownership as she checked the feed on their new slut..