Karen – The Mistress by MonsterP63
This is a story by MonsterP63 that I didn’t manage to find anywhere else. It must have been quite old and reposted on utopia-stories a while ago. Also, with utopia-stories seeming to have troubles with old content, I only have the archive left.
The story follows Karen during her morning routine for her Mistress. As usual for MonsterP63, all kinds of bondage garments are involved, from dildo pants and corsets, to catsuits and multiple layers of it. Once finished preparing breakfast, Karen goes shopping, but what she hides underneath her street clothes is quite interesting, as well as the clothes she uses to hide everything…
The alarm clock was buzzing loudly. Under the satin bedsheets, a red spandex covered hand slowly stretched out trying to reach the stop button but couldn’t. There was some struggle and a leather cuff linked with a chain to the headboard appeared from under the sheets.
Karen pulled on her left arm, tied to the bed head with all her strength, which allowed her to stretch her right arm just enough for her middle finger to reach the button. She had to feel it around to find it as her feeling was impaired by the thick spandex covering her hand.
Finally, the alarm stopped and Karen stretched. Well, she was rather already stretched, feet tied on each corner of the bed with chains and leather cuffs.
She yawned but her jaw was already stretched by a huge hard rubber ball, part of her head harness, tightly tied over her full spandex hood. The spandex over her mouth helped catch any drooling made by the gag during the night.
After a few moments to awaken up, she stretched on the left side of the bed, this time to reach the key ring. She had to struggle against her bounds to reach it. Then, using one hand, had to unlock the padlock securing her hand to the headboard. As a right handed person, having to perform such a precise task with her left hand was a challenge every time.
Once done, she turned slightly on her side and unlocked her right hand, then unlinked her head harness from the headboard.
Finally being able to sit, she reached for her ankles and removed the chains. She slipped her feet into 4 inches high heels sleepers and headed for the shower.
Once there, in the cabinet, was another key which allowed her to remove her satin night corset, compressing her waist four inches.
Yes, all the keys were easily accessible. That’s the way her mistress wanted it. It was part of her training: being in constant restraint with access to freedom at any moment, but not doing it. It was like asking a kid to always have a lolly pop within arm reach but never lick it. Heck of a mind training!
She removed her thick and very tight spandex night pyjamas, revealing that her head was totally shaved, and slipped her feet in clear plastic mules with a four inches heels before entering the shower.
Once done, she dried herself and proceeded to dress.
First, a pair of latex panties with double dildos. Those, she will have to keep the whole day. She moaned as the extra large intruders made their way inside.
Next was a latex corset with a five inches reduction which she expertly laced alone, followed by transparent stockings linked to the garter belts of the corset.
Followed a black and white French maid dress, which she topped with shoulder length black rubber gloves and high heels platform shoes.
Finally, she put leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, linked her ankles with a six inches chain and did the same for her wrists, put on a single strap bright red ballgag and a two inches wide leather collar. She was ready for her morning chores.
She headed downstairs of the huge mansion and headed for the kitchen to prepare her mistress breakfast. She always made enough food for her mistress and herself, knowing perfectly that her portion would be the leftovers from her mistress.
Yes she couldn’t taste it before her mistress, so if anything was wrong, she wouldn’t know it before tasting it, and she would then know that a punishment would be to follow.
She prepared the eggs, bacon, potatoes and toasts to perfection. It was not her first time. She then put the plate on the table for her mistress and kneeled slightly behind her, looking down, waiting for her to finish.
Once done, she was allowed to take the place, remove her gag and finish it off. Of course, by this time, the eggs were cold and the bacon was mushy, but she was used to. She was just the slave after all.
Her mistress had laid out a list of chores for her to do. She had a look at it and realized that she would have to go grocery shopping. With the other chores list to do, she figured out that she was best to go shopping now, so not to cut her day in half.
She headed for her bedroom again. With such short links between her ankles, doing the stairs was not easy, in any direction. She reached her room panting. She removed her maid uniform and replaced it by a very tight PVC catsuit with attached gloves. It was the best material to slip other fabrics over at is was rather slippery.
After putting on a black leather corset crushing her waist 5 inches, she proceeded with the jeans. Tight was an euphemism.
Once the jeans were passed her ankles, she proceeded with putting on and lacing her platform leather boots with a 2 inches platform and a 8 inches heels, because she knew that, once the jeans fully on, she would not be able to bend to do it.
Then the struggle to pull her non-stretch jeans up began. Good thing the PVC was slippery, and it even helped. Gradually, she managed to raise the crotch as high as it would go, then to pull the zipper and fastened it.
She slid her hands from her waist to her knees, feeling how tight the fabric was on her legs, then slowly slid it upward, from the inside, stopping a few moments at the crotch to play with her dildos.
“Not now” she said to herself “or Mistress would be mad”.
She struggled to get up and looked at herself in the mirror: she was simply stunning. Long tightly encased legs ending in a skyscraper heels, incredibly thin waist and shiny arms.
But she wasn’t done. Next came a sleeveless dark blue velvet shirt. It would hide her corset and PVC catsuit. Then, over her already covered PVC arms and hands, she put on tight shoulder length kid leather gloves. They were so tight that she had to work each finger independently for the proper fit. She completed the outfit with a tight leather jacket which she struggled to pass her arms. It was so tight that bending them more than 90degrees was impossible. Finally, a touch of light make-up and a wig with curled brown hairs and she was ready to go shopping.
Getting down the stairs aroused her quite much and she was on the verge of her first orgasm for the day, but she slowed down. “Keep it for later” she thought.
Walking to the garage, she could feel how tight her jeans were. She even put a finger on her butt, feeling the single crease her jeans were making as she walked, putting her finger in that crease, and having it squeezed.
She was allowed to only one car: a Smart.
She managed to bend herself in and take place on the seat. The seatbelts had been modified and had only one setting: tight. And once fastened, even the shoulder belt wasn’t moving, pinning her on the seat.
Yeah, the seat. Lets talk about it. Although it was originally quite comfortable, it has been modified to include a hard rod in the middle of it, on which her dildos were resting. So each bump of the road was strongly felt. Devilish.
She drove off. She had about a mile of dirt road just to exit the huge property of her mistress’s mansion. She was hitting as much potholes as she could. She loved being teased by the rod.
The drive to the city took close to an hour. Of course, Mistress had chosen goods that could only find in one grocery store located on the other side of the city. Not because she was far, but because she got stuck into the morning rush traffic. Working the clutch/break on and off with her tight jeans was not easy, and every move was effectively moving the dildos. In short, the traffic was screwing her up!
It was all this distraction that made her not realize that she was heading for a construction zone instead of taking an alternate route. It took her an hour to pass through it, with a lot of pedal pumping and especially a lot of bump riding.
By the end of it, she had had 4 orgasms.
She reached the grocery store and parked the car. Getting out of it was a challenge by itself. She grabbed the roof and the top of the door and pulled herself out if it under the amused look of passerby, especially that young man who was pretty much drooling at the sight.
She entered the store and proceeded to buy what was needed. She was looked upon a lot, dressed as tight as she was, and also not removing her gloves for shopping. Little they did knew that there was a second pair underneath… Of course, reaching stuff on the bottom shelf was hard because of her stiff corset and tight jeans. Stuff on the top shelf were not easily reached with the tight leather jacket. Even the stuff just in front of her was making her struggle, but she loved every minute of it… And especially the young man, discretely following her. She decided to give him a show by picking something on the top shelf and making it slip her hand, trying to catch it in flight then finally having to bend down to grab it. She could see his hard on, and boy it was huge!!
At the cash register, the cashier recognized her and teased her a little about her tight clothes.
“So, how much did you have today, Karen? 7, 8?”
“Not that much, only five.” She said with a wink, pointing at the young man, waiting his turn just behind her. “But I had my fun moments”….
The cashier smiled, understanding the comment. While Karen purposely dropped some goods on the ground while leaving to wait for the young man to catch up with her, and then continued her way, wiggling her butt and making her heel click hard on the floor.
She put the bags in the back of the car and struggled again to take place. The young man was still there, standing amidst the other parked cars and she wondered if he was to follow her. But as she drove off, she saw him heading for the bus stop.
She went back to the mansion, but once again, by mistake, went through the construction zone again. When she reached the mansion, she was a wreck, but her day was not over until the chores were not completely done.
She had lost a lot of time traveling and she was late on her schedule. By the time she got home, it was lunch time. She fixed herself a quick salad and proceeded to change to the attire she would need in the afternoon.
She removed everything except the dildo panties and put on a very thick and tight lime green rubber catsuit with attached feet, glove and hood with dark lenses. She added wedge rubber boots with a one inch platform and a five inches heel and a lime green rubber corset. She added leather cuffs with a six inches chain between ankles and her wrists and topped it off with a three inches wide leather collar. The final piece was a blow-up gag with a hole in the center, allowing for easy breathing and drinking. All of course, tightly fastened and locked, even the corset. She was not to take anything off until the garden chores were done.
She slowly went downstairs then at the back of the house where her gardening chores were waiting. The lime green suit would be reflecting much sunlight compared to a black one in which she would have literally cooked. She proceeded to remove weed from the flower zone then cleaning the vegetables zone, while picking a few fresh cucumbers, carrots, lettuce and other vegetables she would need for the copious dinner she was about to serve her Mistress.
When all was done, she cleaned herself with the garden hose. Now, rubber was a real convenience!
As she reached the back door, she had a look at the clock. Oh, she had not only taken back the lost time but she was even early for her next task, so she decided to cook it off. She let herself drop in the pool in a loud splash.
Feeling the water around her body without actually feeling it was wonderful and she liked it every time. She just let herself drift away for a few moments before doing a few lengths of swimming, then climbed out.
It was time to prepare dinner, so she changed back to her maid outfit, linking her ankles and her wrists with six inches chains.
Making the seafood meal was not an easy task, and since she was gagged, tasting was impossible.
She made the best she could then served it to Mistress. As always, she simply kneeled slightly behind her and waited for her to leave so the could have the leftovers.
She was finally allowed to eat. It was cold but good tasting nonetheless. She had done a good job so she expected to have a light evening but Mistress decided otherwise.
Following her instructions, she went back to her bedroom to put on a full rubber catsuit then a leather corset. Over that, she put on a smoothskin neoprene divesuit, similar to those used by triathletes, complete with a full hood. But before putting the hood, she put on a head harness with a red ballgag and fastened it tightly. She then put the hood over it. There was a hole on the top of the hood where the D ring of the harness could be reached. The eye holes were not very big and the mouth hole allowed the red ball to show through but not the straps.
She put on knee high ballet toe boots and added the usual cuffs and a stiff posture collar before going downstairs.
It was to be a night of watching TV. Some shows first, ending by a two hours movie. But for Karen, it would be a night of hearing the TV but watching the wall.
As instructed, she headed for “the stand”. A rod rising between her legs ending with a horizontal tube. She fastened her legs on each side of it at the ankles and the knees. The seat was at such a height that even with ballet boots, most of her weight was resting on it. There was another steel rod raising from the back of the seat, following the curves of her back going all the way to her head. She took the wide leather straps fixed the rod and fastened them around her waist and her upper chest, below her armpits. She linked her collar to the rod and finally, attached the last vertical piece of the rod to the top of her harness ring.
She put her hands in her back and locked them to a ring on the rod. There, she was set for the evening, facing the wall. Her ears were covered by a layer of rubber and a layer of neoprene, so her hearing was dampened, but she could hear everything and she wished she could see it.
But she was the house slave, and she had to obey her mistress, even if her decisions seemed unfair. She had her reasons.
Finally, close to midnight, she was allowed to free herself. Stretching her arms, she was able to reach a small keyring with the tip of her fingers and work the key to the padlock linking her wrists. It was not easy and it took her 20 minutes to do so. She then removed all the other padlocks.
She was allowed to go to bed, so she went to her bedroom and changed to her pyjamas for that night, being a full zentai spandex catsuit. She fixed the cuffs but before going to bed, she went to her computer.
The screen was displaying the face of a very severe looking woman, and under it was written: MiSTrESS
MIstress Substitute for TRaining of Efficient Submissive Slave
She punched a few keys and the agenda for the following day appeared. She smiled. She would have to mow the lawn… on the garden tractor… with the seat that has a steel rod in the middle. She loved living in a huge property that needs 4 hours of mowing.
She went to bed and fixed herself. Another year of self bondage and training and she will be ready to have a real mistress to serve. She could hardly wait.