Carol's Tale by Thundershrk
 
I could never finish this story. I couldn't decide what to do next. If anything, 
there were too many possibilities, rather than too few. I put an "end of part 
one" at the bottom, assuming I'll finish it one day. Maybe somebody can inspire 
me with a good idea?
 
 
Carol was excited that the time had come for her to change schools. As she sat 
in her last class, she could almost feel the tension in the air, created solely 
by her own anticipation. The entire class was buzzing with the excitement of 
graduation that day. She watched as her fellow classmates giggled and chatted 
about the new adventure of high school next year. Carol was almost sad that she 
wouldn’t have the chance to go with them. She knew her parents had planned for 
her to go to a very private school in the country, not far from home but well 
away from where her current classmates would be going. She found herself 
admiring the young girls around her, their slim bodies and budding chests just 
beginning to attract attention. She had been a loner over the past two years of 
her schooling, not only due to her quiet nature, but also due to her physical 
differences. Though she appeared to be a typical 14 year old, the two years had 
shown dramatic and disturbing development of her own body. Her breasts had grown 
dramatically over that short period. From a quite normal 34A size, her breasts 
now measured close to a 38D. On her smallish frame her chest was both impressive 
and very humiliating for the young girl. Her parents did little to help her hide 
her virtues. Instead, they took every opportunity to dress her in tight blouses. 
Carol wasn’t like a typical 14 year old. She knew she differed in one basic and 
distinct area from the innocent young girls around her. She knew she was being 
raised by her parents as a sex slave.
She had grown accustomed to the daily pain and humiliation she had been forced 
to face over the past two years since entering this bizarre world. Now, as she 
squirmed slightly on her small desk seat, feeling the blow up dildos pressed 
deep inside her pussy and ass, she was almost afraid of what would come next. 
Her nipples, permanently hard from the years of forced extension training, 
pushed against the tight cotton blouse of her school uniform. As her large 
breasts heaved with her breath, she could feel the tinge of sharp pain from the 
pull of the chain connecting her mid-nipple rod piercings, through the channel 
on the front of her corset to her clit ring. After these many months, her waist 
had been reduced to a slight 18 inches, held at bay by the steel boned leather 
corset that tried to hide beneath her blouse. The contrast between her waist and 
chest was startling. Unlike her fellow classmates, whose chests had just begun 
to grow, Carol would now forever carry these huge tits as a sign of her 
submission. With her already small frame she looked grossly mis-preportioned in 
the mirror. Though her mind wandered, she knew she must pay attention despite 
the fact that she would never attend this class again. The instructor, an 
insider in this already strict private school, would report any innappropriate 
actions to her father, who would not hesitate to punish her in ways her friends 
in class could not possibly imagine, except in their worst nightmares. As the 
final bell neared, Carol could not help but feel a sense of loss as this chapter 
in her life came to a close.
As the bell broke her thought process, she slid out of the small desk and stood 
on her seven inch heels. Another element that both humiliated and excited her, 
the towering heels pushed her weight onto her toes, forcing her feet nearly in 
line with her straining calves. Her school girl knee socks seemed to shape to 
the attractive form, provoking more than the usual gaze as she moved down the 
hall, largely from the male (and some female) instructors at the school. Her 
plaid skirt, the typical uniform for all students, seemed even shorter than on 
her classmates. Unless she bent over nobody could see the strip a leather that 
slid between her legs to hold the plugs inside her, or the two inflation bulbs 
that dangled between her thighs. Once in awhile she could catch a jingling sound 
of the small locks that held her chastity belt in place. She had grown 
accustomed to the changing stimulation the vibrator positioned over her clit 
provided. A tribute to battery life, she could always count on the vibration 
lasting for the entire day until she returned to her home. Designed to vibrate 
off and on through the day, the device kept her on the edge of orgasm 
constantly. The rosey glow on her face, often misconstrued as the glow of youth, 
was in fact her flustered experession from the input to her youthful clit. As 
she walked down the hall to her next class, the chains yanking on her nipples 
and clit, the vibrator working on her, the heels forcing her on her toes, she 
tried to savor the moment. She knew she would never see these halls again.
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Carol had been officially adopted by the Hendersons two years before. The fact 
that she was no typical adopted child became quickly evident. Though her new 
parents treated her in every way like a young girl of their own, their actions 
were quite different. She arrived late in the day and her first few hours were 
spent bathing and dressing. Though she expected a certain amount of babying by 
her new mother and father, she was surprised at how quickly she became immersed 
in her new life. Her mother shaved all her hair below her neck and her father 
applied an ointment that would prevent any hair from regrowing. Now, absolutely 
clean between the legs, she felt even younger. She was led to her new bedroom, 
complete with pink wallpaper and small stuffed animals, and told to sit at the 
edge of her bed. Her parents, eager to prepare her for the night’s sleep, 
quickly began applying her new nightly outfit. First, her feet were fitted in to 
custom ballet boots that wedged her toes deep into a point end. A strap pulled 
taught behind her heel to hold her foot firmly in place, illiciting tears from 
young Carol’s eyes. Second, a chastity belt was slipped around her waist and she 
was told to stand on her newly tortured toes, bending over onto the bed. She 
could feel a rubbery object pushed against her young pussy as her mother pushed 
a dildo deep into her. It was large and the piece of rubber filled her 
completely. While she was learning to accept this intrusion, a new pressure 
began at her asshole. She gasped as a seemingly equally large plug was forced up 
her ass until she could almost feel the two dildos touching inside. The strap 
connected to the waist belt quickly fed between her legs and she was told to 
stand upright. Designed to hold in the two dildos, the stap was pulled very 
taught, forcing the rubber objects even deeper into Carol. As she stood there, 
feeling full, she sensed something dangling between her legs. Looking down, she 
could see twin inflation bulbs hanging from her crotch. Before she could wonder 
of their purpose, her arms were lifted over her head and her father began lacing 
a heavily boned rubber corset around her waist. Extending from just below her 
breasts and over her hips, she could tell the device was designed to truly train 
her waist. As the laces became tighter, Carol gasped, trying to breath. Her 
already thin waist, a scant 21 inches, had quickly been reduced to 19. She could 
tell the corset was not closed and knew that it would be before long. She was 
allowed to lower her arms and her father pulled her arms behind her back, 
efficiently strapped them tightly together at wrist and elbow. She had always 
been flexible, able to contort into many unusual positions, so her elbows 
touched quite easily. She knew that she would become quite accustomed to this 
form of bondage. 
By now her tortured toes began screaming in agony but she was not given the 
option of sitting down. A wide posture collar, seemingly designed for her, fit 
snuggly around her neck, forcing her chin up high and back. She could hear the 
heavy padlocks clicking into place. Quickly, Carol began feeling the 
helplessness of her situation. Her youthful body, still moldable, seemed to take 
to the hard bondage being applied. She caught sight of her self in a small 
mirror as she felt her mother’s hands gather her long blonde hair together. She 
could see how her childlike arms had been pulled back severely, pushing out her 
youthful breasts from her body. The corset around her waist tapered her body 
nicely, if not painfully. She could just see the two inflation bulbs hanging 
from her hairless pussy, her small pussy lips forced out by the leather strap 
pulled tight through her crotch.
Her mother laced her hair into a small braid and she could feel her slip it 
through her elbow bondage. A sudden tug yanked her head back until she was 
staring at the ceiling. She tried to pull back but she found her head locked 
neatly in position. Finally, her mouth was gently pulled open and a large dildo 
gag was pushed between her jaws. She was amazed at not only the width of it but 
also of the length. She could
feel the rubber shape push her teeth wider and wider until her mouth was forced 
open to its maximum. The dildo slipped even deeper into her mouth, tickling her 
gag reflex. But she would gain no relief as she felt a series of heavy leather 
straps tighten around her entire head, holding the gag in place. Her body was 
carefully laid on the soft bed, a stuffed pillow carefully set against her bare 
chest. She could only stare at the headboard as she felt her father attach a 
heavy chain from each post to the large rings on the sides of her posture 
collar. The padlocks held them in place. She could not move from her 
uncomfortable position. She could only lay still, concentrating on the pain that 
grew from head to toe. She knew she would need to learn to sleep this way since 
she would most likely experience this bondage each night. She silently whimpered 
behind her gag as she could hear her mother start a bedtime story beside her. 
She tried to scream as she felt her father squeeze the bulbs between her legs, 
inflating the already huge dildos. Tears flowed down her face as her parents 
turned out the light and watched their baby from the half open bedroom door.
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Carol had a single goal when she graduated from high school and began seeking 
out her new life in the world. For years she had been haunted by fantasies of 
submission and body modification to the point that she ceased to be frightened 
by them. Instead, she began craving a realistic outlet to her fantasy. She had 
been both blessed and cursed by a youthful appearance, so much so that she 
looked 12 years old when she was 18. She was naturally thin, standing only 5’ 
6", but with smallish breasts and a baby face. Though she had trouble getting 
dates from he classmates throughout school, she did receive a number of 
interesting and bizarre offers from her friends’ fathers. Even when making an 
effort to look older, she simply managed to look like a well dressed grade 
schooler. But despite her youthful look, she was very beautiful. She had used 
the internet to discover the underground need for young female slaves, 
especially ones who harbored as severe and bizarre fantasies as Carol did. She 
enjoyed sending photos of herself to her internet aquantances, slowly letting 
them suggest more extreme forms of self bondage. She used her self-timer to snap 
pictures, then sent them along. She loved hearing others ideas of how to bind 
and humiliate herself. She would collect her pictures into a small album then 
admiring them in the evenings. The images of a seemingly heavily bound sixth 
grader even turned herself on. More often than not, she was denounced as a fake. 
Little did they know the truth. It only took a few weeks before she had an 
address to report to. Dressed in a simple sundress she arrived at her 
desitination never to be free again. 
The Hendersons wanted desperately to own a young girl of 12 or 13 and raise her 
as their sex slave. Though many offers were made, the young couple couldn’t see 
risking the danger in kidnapping. Instead, they hoped to find an older girl who 
could pass as much younger. Then they saw Carol. Led out onto the stage a mear 
day after she arrived at the auction house, she was completely naked, her arms 
bound severely behind her back at wrist and elbow, a wide collar hugging her 
neck. With her bare pussy, small breasts and childlike face she impossibly 
young. After a bid of nearly $15,000, Carol was sold. As she was shuffled off 
the stage to be crated up for shipment, she caught a glimpse of her new owners. 
The Henderson’s eyes gleamed with pride as if they were watching their daughter 
in the school play.
The rules were explained quickly and briefly to Carol. She was now 12 years old 
and would have all her legal documents created to reflect that. Her body would 
be modified significantly to reflect the desires of her new owners, who would 
hence forth be referred to as mother and father. As simple as that and Carol no 
longer was herself, but a new, younger girl who would experience the pain and 
humiliation of slavery like no other before her.
Carol’s breast training began almost immediately. Each morning she was awoken at 
6 am, and dragged from bed to a special room. There she was on the floor, her 
knees strapped wide beneath her. A bar would be placed behind her, at her lower 
back, and her hair strap released. The strap was reconnected to a ring in the 
floor and her body was pulled back hard. Her father would stroke her cheek for a 
few moments until she calmed down then, with the aid of a large syringe, proceed 
to inject saline into both breasts. Carol’s screams, masked by the huge gag 
still forced down her throat, made her father smile as he watched her breasts 
balloon to enormous sizes. He knew the saline would mostly be absorbed into her 
system yet each day her breasts would increase ever so slightly. In the first 
few days after her adoption, Carol was efficiently pierced, with a heavy ring 
behind each nipple and a steel rod through the middle of each nipple. She was 
also permanently pierced through her clit and her tongue. A piercing grommet, a 
hole cut through but held open with a steel sheath, was punched through her 
septum. She was told this was to avoid too much attention at her school, but 
allow for a ring through her nose after school. Either way, Carol felt fully 
humiliated by her new and quite permanent piercings. 
Though school was quite interesting for Carol a second time around, she realized 
she would never be outgoing or talkative now. She felt humbled by the training 
she was experiencing, wondering if the girls around her knew that she was a 
slave. Her tongue ring seemed to gleam in the light and thus she tried not to 
speak at all. In addition, she knew her nipple rings and rods were visible 
through her thin cotton blouse. She wasn’t allowed to wear a bra yet, since 14 
year old girls didn’t need them. Her first shirt had been tailored to her chest 
prior to her breast enlargement and, though she had only gone from a 34A to a 
34C after three months, she could already feel her nipples pressed against the 
tight blouse. Now, though she did have a new blouse tailored, it was designed to 
be suggestive at a 36D. With her 38D size now, her breasts almost hung out of 
the shirt. To accentuate her chest further, she wore a snug plaid skirt that fit 
her corseted waist tightly. She had not spent a single moment without a corset 
since her arrival, minus the few moments it took her to clean up each morning 
after her saline injections. She had been reduced to an 17 inch waist by the 
heavy steel boning of her most recent corset. She could only imagine how her 
breasts after 3 years of enlargement would look with such a tiny waist. She had 
heard a conversation between her father and the corset maker a short while 
previous as they discussed her waist training. She heard words such as permanent 
and steel corset, as well as welding. She knew she would always have a forcibly 
reduced waist despite how large she got in the chest. Sometimes she would take a 
moment to look at her self in the mirror in the bathroom, marveling at how she 
could hardly recognize herself. She had been fully modified to look like someone 
else and, as she watched her chest grow and her waist shrink, she knew that the 
transformation was not complete.
After school always proved interesting, and painful, for Carol. Upon returning 
home, she was required to completely disrobe, leaving her in her corset, dancing 
on her toes to avoid a flat footed stance. After so much time in high heels or 
ballet boots, she could no longer lay her foot down on the floor, her tendons 
having already permanently modified. Leaving her blow up dildos in, her collar 
was locked on and her ballet boots put back on. Often, her parents would have 
guests over upon her arrival and, despite the humiliation Carol felt, she would 
still be required to disrobe and experience the application of her bondage. As 
she stood there with these strangers watching this seemingly young girl being 
forced to submit, she hated her slavery the most. The small chains that 
connected her rings seemed to make her even more vulnerable. Sometimes the 
guests would fondle her body, tugging on her piercings or chains, or pressing 
the blowup dildos deeper into her. The final humiliation would be her father 
locking a large ring into her septum piercing, then attaching a chain leash and 
leading her off on her toes.
Attached to her bedroom, Carol was provided with a study room. The walls, 
painted with small bunny rabbits and pigs, had a calming effect the first time 
she had been brought there. Now, after years of experiencing the study room, she 
no longer had such romantic thoughts. Despite her training as a slave, she was 
still required to achieve good marks in class. The few times she failed to score 
a requisite A in her studies, she had been severely punished. Most recently, 
during a period of time when she was being trained in anal sex, she had been 
particularly distracted. Each day, she carried a large enema with her to school, 
only allowed to let it go after lunch. It was nearly impossible for her to pay 
attention at school without tears welling up in her eyes from the pain in her 
intestines. Her teacher, an insider into Carol’s torment, called that Friday to 
report to her parents that she had done poorly on an exam. Her mother was so 
upset that Carol was immediately placed into her most stringent bondage yet. 
Upon arriving home, she knew that something bad was to happen when, while 
disrobing her, Carol’s corset was removed as well. Her confusion and fear was 
only slighty overshadowed by the strange sensation of not wearing the 
compressing device. She examined her shadow on the floor, noting how dramatic 
the shape was. Her already large chest was offset by her amazing waist, shrunk 
to what she thought was an impossible 17 inches. She had little time to study 
herself as her father attached her nose ring and yanked her down the hall. She 
noticed she was not wearing the ballet boots, forcing her to tip toe behind her 
father.
She was led directly into the feared dungeon, a stone walled room hidden beneath 
the house. Her mother and father wasted no time in pushing her to dress in a 
clear rubber body suit. The latex seemed to be made for a large doll, or perhaps 
an 8 year old. Instead, Carol was told to force it over her body, then assisted 
by her strong father, until the clear rubber hugged every curve of her body. She 
could feel her bare pussy molded into a form built into the suit, pressing a 
rubber lining into her pussy. Her asshole as well was now lined with rubber, but 
both holes were still available for penetration. It felt like the latex was 
poured for her body. Even her largish breasts were coated perfectly. Immediately 
her mother pushed another full body suit toward her. This a thick black rubber, 
seemed even smaller than the first. It wasn’t until she had forced it up to her 
neck that she noticed that the hands had a unique addition. Her fingers could be 
folded back on themselves so that her hands became useless. It didn’t take long 
before Carol’s theory was proved correct. Quickly, her fingers were tied back 
until she could no longer use them. Her father finished pulling the rubber over 
her shoulders, leaving the heavy hood to dangle in front of her. A chair was 
placed behind her and she was forced back, then quickly strapped down. She 
watched as her mother placed a unique set of shoes on her feet. A steel plate 
was fit over the base of her foot, with a small metal piece cupping her toes. An 
ankle cuff locked in place, effectively holding Carol’s foot in a ballet stance. 
There was no heel, however. She could feel her father above her and then the 
sudden sound of something buzzing. Before she realized it, she could feel her 
father shaving her head. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt her long blonde 
hair fall to the floor around her. It only took a moment before her head, shaved 
and clean, was completely bald. The only hair left on her body was that 
comprising her eye brows and lashes. 
Her nose ring was abruptly removed and a thin hood was stretched over her face. 
Like her body, the hood seemed to seal to her skin, leaving holes for her eyes, 
mouth and nostrils only. Her father pressed a long tube to her mouth and she 
opened her mouth out of reflex, then suddenly realized she was being forced to 
swallow a feeding tube. Carol choked a bit, but her gag reflex had been trained 
well. She could do nothing but swallow it into her stomach. Soon, she could feel 
the gag connected to the end of the tube shove its way into her mouth, filling 
her cheeks. The gag effectively removed any ability to use her mouth for 
breathing. She would be forced to survive only on what her parents chose to feed 
down the tube. Straps held the gag in place, the hard leather cutting into the 
sides of her face. Two additional tubes were then fed up her nose and she could 
feel them being threaded into her lungs. For a moment she could not breath at 
all and she began to panic. But quickly the tubes fed down into her and locked 
into place inside her nostrils. She quickly realized that she was in store for 
something new. She had never had a feeding tube and breathing tubes inserted in 
her like this. She felt her father reach in front and pull the black rubber hood 
over her face. It stretched tight as well, but only left holes for her eyes, the 
tubes in her mouth and nostrils fed through the appropriate holes. Carol could 
feel strategically placed ear plugs slip deep into her ears, blocking out all 
sound. 
The two layers of rubber across her body felt like it was crushing her. She knew 
she was about to be horribly punished, though she couldn’t imagine how. She 
caught sight of herself in a mirror across the room, marveling at how her 
curvacious body now seemed to be made of thick, black rubber. She was forced to 
stand, balancing on her new toe shoes, while her father began pulling her final 
hood into place. Carol could only see it briefly, but her heart stopped cold at 
the sight. The seamless heavy rubber and leather hood had built in steel bands 
that circled the head, then locked with rivets. She knew she was about to 
experience something horrible. As her sight was blocked out, she realized she 
had no senses left. The only thing she could feel was her labored breathing 
through her tubes. She could feel her wrists being bound together behind her, 
then lifted high up her back. A wide steel collar was fitted around her neck, 
removing any ability to move, and her wrists were forced up until they met the 
back of the collar. Carol could do nothing but whimper to herself as the strain 
on her shoulders increased. Once locked into position, she could feel another 
band circle her elbows, pulling them together in the small of her back. She 
tried to cry in pain, but no sound escaped. The familiar feeling of a new corset 
was no surprise to Carol. She could feel her parents attach the new device 
around her already modified waist. But she quickly realized it was no ordinary 
corset. She could feel the ratchets turn slowly, compressing her body. Steel 
boning was forcing her waist to new proportions. She was certain, as she 
struggled to find breath from her new constriction, that her waist was now 
crushed to at least 15 inches. 
She could feel her parents attached various tubes to her privates, things she 
was sure would not only provide release, but also discomfort. Finally, bands 
were attached around her legs, immobilizing them, and she could feel herself 
lifted off the ground. She felt the vibration of metal against floor and she 
knew where her fate lay. She had been shown the floor cage, a 15 foot circular 
tube set in concrete beneath the dungeon floor, when she had first arrived. She 
remembered it as the one thing she hoped she never experienced. Now, bound and 
helpless, she was about to live her worst fear. The floor cage was designed for 
sensory deprivation punishment. Her parents carefully lowered her into the stone 
coffin, making sure she was centered, then poured quick setting plaster around 
her. Carol could feel the added pressure of the substance rising around her, 
pressing even harder against her already compressed body. She panicked, 
struggling to scream or escape, but her efforts resulted in a minor trembled and 
no sound. Soon, she could feel her head immersed in the liquid. It only took 
moments for it to begin to set, and within an hour, Carol was entombed in her 
new home.
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Carol was unsure how long she had been in complete isolation. She was certain it 
had been months. Somehow she had been forgotten here, trapped in her tomb. The 
only thing she could sense was her breath as it climbed up and down the hose 
connected to the room above. She couldn’t even be sure she was being fed, the 
tube in her stomach giving her no indication either way. The first sound she 
heard in her earphones made her jump, at least mentally, and the sound of her 
mother’s voice was a relief. She was told she would be punished for two weeks, 
during which time she would be given her lessons through her only connection 
with the world, her ears. Already Carol was eager to please, and though her 
parents could not hear her, they could tell from the EKG and heart monitor that 
their young daughter was ready. 
Lessons not only consisted of her regular school work, but nights often included 
surprise tapes, whispered voices encouraging her to be a slave, to obey her 
parents and to give her body fully. By the end of the two weeks, Carol would be 
sufficiently brainwashed to remain a slave for life.
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Carol could feel the excitement over her first day at the new school throughout 
the house. She wasn’t sure whether to be excited, or afraid of what would come 
next. Over the summer, her breast size had increased from the 38D to a 44 DD, 
while her waist had been reduced to 15 inches. The center of gravity to her body 
had been dramatically changed, and she struggled to maintain her balance 
constantly. The permanent addition of the ballet shoes did not help. During the 
three months she had spent out of school, she had been forced to wear the cruel 
shoes continually. She had not only grown accustomed to having her arms bound 
behind her at wrist and elbow, but had also been trained to have her wrists 
forced high up her back, the wrist cuffs attached directly to her collar. 
She woke that morning, in her customary folded and chained position on her bed, 
knowing that she was about to enter a dramatic chapter in her life. As she was 
prepared for the new school, she wondered what it would be like. She knew the 
school she was going to was very exclusive, but she had no idea what it would be 
like. Her grade school had largely been a normal private school, with the 
exception of a few select teachers and the principal who knew what Carol really 
was. She knew that her parents wanted to send her to a proper school, whatever 
that meant, and she imagined attending a private school where her breasts and 
strange body would standout even more than they had at grade school. 
The car door opened at the end of a long driveway. Carol squinted in the morning 
light, trying to make something out of the foreboding exterior of the distant 
mansion. As her mother stepped out of the car, she attached a short leash to her 
nose ring and began to pull. Carol began to panic. She hadn’t thought twice as 
she was dressed for her first day, until she realized that the skimpy outfit she 
now wore would not be covered by anything else. Her mother had to yank hard on 
her leash to pull her from the car. Carol was shocked that her arms had not been 
unbound, the large nose ring had not been removed nor had her ballet shoes been 
taken off. Instead, she was forced to rise from the car as she was, exposed to 
this new world as an out right slave. She felt naked in her small rubber outfit. 
A tight half top left her stomach area uncovered and barely managed to support 
her massive breasts. As if that mattered, as the latex was practically 
transparent. She felt as if she wore nothing on top. She could feel her nipple 
rings forced down against her skin, and the rods through her nipples fighting 
against the rubber. Her short skirt was the same, an ultra mini skirt that 
hugged her upper thighs. She might as well have been wearing cellophane, though 
the rubber provided a constriction unavailable in a single sheet of plastic 
wrap. Clearly visible through her skirt was a rubber G-string. Two straps of 
rubber descended from her waist, meeting just below her clit, leaving her 
piercing exposed. Held into place by the G-string were her two familiar pump up 
dildos, though the inflation bulbs no longer hid beneath her plaid skirt from 
grade school. The two balls hung clearly out from under her rubber skirt to mid 
thigh. Even her corset gave little cover. Made also of transparent rubber, only 
the steel shafts that held her waist in its 15 inch form blocked out anything.
Carol could feel a growing sense of humiliation as she was led away from the 
safety of the car, up the long driveway to her new school. Tears welled up in 
her eyes as she pictured the shocked faces of the school adminstrators, as this 
tortured young girl joined the ranks of their school. She had no choice but to 
follow her mother up the long path and toward her fate.
The school hallways seemed quite typical, and Carol felt even more humiliated by 
her appearance. They came upon the principal’s office and entered the anteroom. 
The secretary looked up briefly, her marmish glasses pushed low on her nose, 
only acknolwedging her mother long enough to get her name. Seconds later, a 
voice from the intercom asked Carol’s mom to enter, leaving Carol in the waiting 
room alone. She knew better than to sit down without permission, and instead 
stood in the center of the room, feeling the leash from her nose ring dangle 
between her breasts. The silence of the room was broken by a click. Carol knew 
that her shoes had tightened another notch and she dreaded the pain that would 
follow. The custom ballet boots had been fitted on her feet shortly after she 
had finished grade school. The form fitting rubber provided just enough support 
to her feet without making it easy to walk. The tips, sharp and pointed, forced 
her toes into a harsh wedge, the pain increasing with each step. After three 
months, she knew her feet had been irreperably modified. She could feel her toes 
changing shape, learning to deal with the painful position. The shoes had been 
designed to never come off, except with great force. The rubber had been 
permanently rivetted on her feet from the start. Her father had made sure the 
shoes were extremely tight, but had attached the compression device none the 
less. The ratchet strap at the back of her heel was designed to absorb any slack 
provided as her feet pushed further into the extreme point of the shoe. The 
ratchet only worked one way, however. Each time a click took up some slack, 
Carol knew her feet would be further changed.
The waiting room made Carol feel even more humiliated. The normal walls, frumpy 
secretary and seemingly un-slave like surrounds made her conscious of the skimpy 
and exposing outfit she wore. She was almost glad when her mother came out and 
led her by her nose leash into the principal’s office.
Unlike the outer room, the inner room was a more lavish example of dark woods, 
with evidence of education all around. Books seemed to cover the wall like a 
library, pressing their knowledge down on any bystanders. Carol’s eyes found the 
principal standing before her. An impressive six foot two in her six inch heels, 
the woman exuded control. She smiled at Carol, running her hand across her 
massive breasts, then using both hands to encircle her tiny waist. Her mother 
and she exchanged a few pleasantries, then they both sat and began working on 
the proper forms to admit Carol. She was neither acknolwedged further, nor 
offered a seat. Instead, just prior to sitting, her mother had attached her nose 
ring leash to a dangling chain that Carol had failed to notice. With a harsh 
pull, Carol’s head was forced up high and the free end of the leash was attached 
to Carol’s tongue ring. She could not move her position without causing great 
pain to either piercing.
The meeting took a half hour and when finished, her leash was released. Her 
mother, tears in her eyes, gave her a peck on the cheek and a pat on the head, 
then left in a hurry.
 
End of Part 1