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Christine left the office and went to find Helena. Obviously Helena would be wherever she had been left; in this case in her cell. Helena's cell was different from the rest — more like a shallow broom closet. Her bed was bdsm limbless shelf that was the size of the floor of the closet — four feet wide and 3 deep, just above knee level. She had learned and practiced squirming with her head and torso and could in fact move a bit.

But the vertical side was too high for her to go over. The door closed even with the side so with the door closed she was completely isolated. As a further source of aggravation, a lid was hinged on the back and usually left fastened up; when dropped it left her feeling like she had been closed in a drawer. Or a coffin. Any claustrophobia which she did occasionally experience only made it worse. The bottom of the shelf was padded and covered in a waterproof ultrasuede. A slight incline toward a drain six inches from one end of the shelf made clean up easier.

The drain also served as her toilet. A faucet with a short hose hanging from it was plumbed into the wall at the drain end. She was no longer considered a full member of the little society that bdsm limbless in the mansion; she had been reduced to a living object: a pet.

That had been decided both by her and by her trainers as her goal; her purpose. And so she had achieved that goal. Christine pulled a cart from a closet next to Helena's cell; it was deed and constructed for the transport of the limbless female. Christine touched the electronic lock pad next to Helena's door; the door slid open silently revealing the torso inside. Christine smiled as she saw how the plaything had been left. Helena wasn't a large woman before she was diminished, now she resembled a broken doll. A broken doll with remarkably large breasts. A large chain had been locked around Helena's petite neck, each end locked to eye bolts anchored in the concrete wall.

It was symbolic; there was no possibility that she would ever leave the shelf by herself, besides the fact that there was no access to the door lock from the inside. The chain would simply be an additional reminder of her helplessness. Bdsm limbless in the bdsm limbless, unable to do more than squirm around; even this small ability was denied her.

The small space was filled with the stench from the contents of her mouth. Christine winced and waved some fresher air into the area. Have you been enjoying the snack I gave you yesterday? The stench increased. Helena closed her mouth and swallowed. She worked her tongue around and swallowed again. I need to piss anyway. She examined the chain. A key for the lock hung on a hook attached to the shelf lid. She removed the chain and pushed it to the side.

It looks like someone wanted to be sure that you didn't manage to escape. Was it the Roscoes or the Lady Beth who installed the chain? Helena looked up at her mistress. She was the only one other than senior staff and Charles who was permitted that luxury. She thought it was humorous.

Her gums displayed the remnants of her snack. A cruelty joke. Do you like it? Or hate it? Helena shrugged. It's no big deal. I think she was doing it to be annoying. If so, it didn't work. Being annoying? That's what she's best at. I'll tell her to try harder next time. You're most accommodating. It was difficult to determine whether the comment was sincere or sarcastic. Christine snickered at that.

The mistress unlocked the chain, dropped the side of the shelf. The side was hinged to provide an extension that bridged the space to the cart.

The cart butted against the extension and Christine maneuvered the torso onto the cart. She pulled the body over until the bald head hung off the edge then lifted the hem of her dress and removed the thong. The mouth opened and Christine filled it with her piss. The mouth swallowed; was refilled. Christine said:. The cameras installed in the ceiling of both the cell and the hallway captured the event in its entirety. As she pushed the cart Christine reflected on the chain that had secured the pet. She addressed the figure being transported.

You forfeited that when you crossed the threshold of this house. You acknowledged it further by demanding to be diminished. I'm going to have my pussy sucked today. You get first turn. How long do you think you can suck on me? She pushed the fabric away with her tongue. But be careful. I'm saving my orgasms for later. You are just to warm me up. Mistress's pussy and ass. Thank you. I don't get to worship you two days in a row very often. You're just convenient. They made their way to the showers where Christine turned her charge over to a female slave for cleaning. She watched for a few minutes as the woman danced upside down to the rhythm of their whips.

By the time Christine returned to the showers Helena had been washed and dried; her mouth cleaned, gums scrubbed shiny. Go clean her bed and let it air out. Christine pushed the cart with her pet to an elevator; they rode up to the main floor and found a cozy lounging area complete with a comfortable chair bdsm limbless for mistress worship. She slid the torso onto the bench built under the chair and pushed the shiny bald head up to the proper position.

The ass stuck out the back; the seat bottom was open and deed to slightly separate the ass cheeks, not unlike a toilet seat. Christine removed her skirt and sat in the seat. She bdsm limbless a remote control for the flat screen monitor that was mounted a comfortable viewing distance away and lifted the wireless keyboard and trackball from beside the chair. She would have to find something to keep her distracted while the hungry lips and mouth worshiped at their altar. She logged onto the in house surveillance and recording system and watched the Roscoes work Tuesday over for a few minutes; this certainly wouldn't work.

She found some e-mail that needed attending and began to work.

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