Andrea's Diary (Part 8)
I stood there in silence for a while, slowly beginning to realise that there was now no way I could work myself free and that I truly would be a slave to my Madams wishes. After a while I settled against the cross my legs together keeping my balance in the 7" heels.
"I think its time for you to suffer a little," she smiled as she proceeded to secure my legs further apart, which as my ankle cuffs were pulled towards the bottom arms of the cross I was stretched out almost tiptoed in my heels. Further straps were secured around arms and then my thighs. This left me totally immobile and my Mistress raised one of her heels and caressed it down the inside of my spread thighs.
After a while she released me from the cross and still wearing my wrist cuffs I was ordered down to the basement room. This was another Dungeon room, which had a low ceiling and a similar, slightly smaller cross on one wall, but dominating the middle of the room was a padded bench with various arms and supports. "Sit on there with your legs in front, while I fix your collar".
She then produced a heavy black leather collar that had two buckles at the back and when tightly in place I had to maintain a very upright poise for it not to be uncomfortable. "This will stop you from slouching" she said sternly as she then fixed a chain lead to the front of the collar.
With my wrists now fixed together again behind me I was made to swing round and lie on my back with my legs in the air - parted by the two uprights and padded rests each side, that once I was secured in place left me totally vulnerable to her caresses.
"Pity we have no men here today," she said, "I'm sure they would have fun with a girl in your position!"
My heart leapt a beat as I meekly said yes Mistress. "Never mind - I will have fun with you anyway..." she said. After suffering this indignity for a while she then proceeded by strapping my wrists to a spreader bar that in turn was fixed by rope through the overhead beam down to my ankles. And just for good measure the chain from my collar was also secured to the bar. As a result if I made any slight movement of my arms or legs this rope system then adjusted the position my other limbs - usually for the worse!
Mistress had great fun in teasing me on my predicament and what she could do with me if she wanted.
Finally I was released from the contraption and left strapped to the smaller cross while she tidied up the ropes and equipment. Finally for good measure I was subjected to a few moments in chains and a bridle type gag.
All through my experience Madame took numerous photos of my time in slavery.
So - there you are - a step on the "wild side". While Mistress De Vil was very experienced - if there was a next time I would like to be at the mercy of a man!
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