Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2004 10:49:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michelle Worthy <nickislavin2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nichole Makes Big Changes -- Part 6

It has been much to long since I have added to my story, but a lot has
happened and you will see why the delay.

As you will recall from the last section, Robyn had left me with some
strong instruction and more questions about my future.  As this Monday
progressed nothing strange seemed to happen, it was business as usual,
except with all of the standing my feet were really killing me by late
afternoon.

Around 5:00 PM, Robyn came into my office and said goodnight.  She added
she looked forward to seeing my standing all day the next day in those
4-1/2" heels.  I had nearly forgotten about that.

I continued to work and went home about 6:30.  Lisa and I were excited and
decided to start getting ready to decorate our new home.  We started
looking at colors, fabrics, and all of those things necessary to moving in
to a new home.  We had a great time, until we were hit with the estimate of
what it was all going to cost.  We soon decided we could do things a little
slower, and a little less glamorous.  It was soon time for bed, and Lisa
and fell into bed together.  We were both soon fast asleep.

As I awoke the next morning, I did my morning routine and dressed, and
slipped my feet into a pair of 4-1/2" white pumps.  As I walked to my car,
I instantly knew it was going to be a LONG hard day, with all of the
standing I would be doing.  I was correct.  The week continued pretty much
the same, at least until Friday afternoon.

On Friday, at about 5:00, Robyn came into my office as usual, shut the
door, and said it was time for me to put on my special shoes.  Here I had
been standing all week in HIGH heels, and now I was putting on a pair of 7"
heels.  The simple task of putting my feet into them and buckling the strap
sent a strange feeling through my ankle and leg.  As I stood, the feeling
was very unusual.

Robyn had me walk around the office in circles for the next 10 minutes as
she talked and I listened.  She told me that I would be spending the
weekend under her control and that we would be leaving in a few moments.
She said she was about to give me a choice, it would be my last choice of
the weekend.  She said, I could leave in either my regular heels, which
today were 5" red pumps, or the 7" heels.  She added that if I chose the 5"
heels, then I would have a little more "stressful" weekend.

Since I was going to have to walk through the office, I had to choose the
5" pumps.  Robyn told me to put my 7" heels in a bag, to get my purse and
leave with her.  Of course I did as I was told.

As we walked out, she told me when I got to my car, I would put my 7" heels
back on and follow her in my car.  I did as I was told.  We drove through
the central part of Atlanta, to an apartment building, where we both parked
in the parking garage.  She then advised me to just bring my purse, and
walk to her car.  As we got to the car, she reached into the passenger seat
and grabbed a collar with little rhinestones all around it, and placed it
on my neck.  She said, "This makes you my slave for the weekend, you will
do exactly as I command of you.  This will be our routine until Labor Day
weekend.  If you perform well till then you will have your freedom, and be
able to live your life as you choose.  If you don't, you will continue to
be my slave for a year."

I knew right then, I had to be the best slave she had ever had.  I don't
want to go through a long explanation of every week and weekend, suffice it
to say they were similar and yet different.  I will however let you in on
how a typical weekend went.

As we walked into her building, I was having a great deal of difficulty
walking in these 7" heels, needless to say, as people walked by they did
give me some strange looks.  We could have gone up to what I thought was
her apartment in an elevator, 4 floors, but instead we always walked the
stairs.  As she opened the door and we walked in I was shocked.  It wasn't
an apartment at all, but a fully outfitted dungeon.

The weekly routine went something like this after arriving at her dungeon.

I would immediately undress and be have my hands placed in leather cuffs
and lifted over my head to chains attached to a power hoist fastened to the
ceiling.  Sometimes I would be left in my heels, but often she would remove
my shoes to force me to stand on my toes, or hang by my arms, it was my
choice.  While in this position, she would inspect me to make sure I had
zero body hair below the neck line.  If she found a hair she would pull it
out with tweezers, which can be very painful at times.  She would then
apply a couple of nipple clamps, a clit vibrator, and leave me helpless.
She would then dress in her dominatrix outfit.

Normally after about 30 minutes or so her doorbell would ring, and one of
her clients would be lead in.  She would then begin to have them perform in
a most submissive manner in front of me.  She treated them as if I were not
there.  They would not touch me in any way, or course, it was impossible
for me to touch them.  At some point near the end of their session, she
would hand them a paddle, riding crop, or some other item and instruct them
to use it on my fully exposed bottom.

She would tell them to count out the number of strikes imposed on me.  The
even numbered ones "could be" gentle if they chose, but the odd numbered
strikes were to be as harsh as possible.  The number of strokes was to
match their age.  This meant I would receive anywhere from 2 to 60 swipes
across my bottom.  When I heard the doorbell ring, I would pray for a young
tiny female to enter, but that was rarely the case.

About 9:30 or so on most Friday evening, I would be let down.  Robyn would
then have me dress in some prearranged outfit.  From there we would go out
on the town.  We might go to a straight club and flirt with the guys, to a
lesbian club, or to an alternative lifestyle club.  I would never know.
Three things were always a constant though, my feet would be sore and I
would be in HIGH heels, my butt would be burning, and finally I knew I
would be submissive to someone before the night was over.

We would often go home with another couple of girls where the three of them
would have fun with me.  You can bet I was always forced to service the
others.  We would finally get to bed around sunrise.  After a few hours
sleep, I would be told to get up and get dressed.  I would go do Robyn's
shopping and errands, and then return to find her still asleep.  My outfit
was almost always the same for my little shopping trip.  A tiny little
sundress that was way to short, and stiletto sandals they were way too
high.  Nothing else, no bra hose or panties.

On returning to her dungeon I would be stripped naked, and be forced to
clean and sterilize everything.  At times there would be clients present.
I was never allowed to wear any clothing.  This would normally take until
about 7:00 PM.  From then on things really got intense.  I would then
undergo VERY INTENSE one hour training and discipline session.  It could
include most anything, piercing of private areas, hot wax, being stretched
on a rack, being humiliated in front of one of her clients by whatever they
would choose to have me do.

Finally about 8:00 PM I would be allowed to eat.  My meal of the day would
normally consist of either canned cat food or dog food from a bowl on the
floor.  After eating, we would dress and normally go to a private
entertainment session at someone's home.  Often I would be there as a
practice toy for those present to try out a wide variety of adult toys and
devices which she sold.  I would never know what was going to happen, but
there were almost always at least five couples present to work on me.  Let
me tell you about one typical evening.

As we dressed this particular night, Robyn had me dress in what would now
be called a "conservative" outfit for me.  I nice powder blue suit, with
the skirt, just about 3" above my knees, a nice little white blouse, and
those white pumps I talked about earlier.  Underneath it all I was wearing
a nice pair of bone colored silky stockings, and a garter belt, with a
really strong push-up bra.  Robyn was dressed in a nice slack suit with a
pair of boots, a little strange for this time of year, but I did think too
much about it.

As we arrived at this rather nice home, probably $300,000, the sun was just
beginning to set.  There was a crowd of 10 gathered in a nicely decorated
family room watching some TV and chatting.  All were having some nice
little finger foods and a few drinks.  As for me, I had already been
warned, I would not eat anything, however I was allowed to drink water
only, not bottled water, just plain tap water with no ice.

We chatted a bit, and finally the hostess for the evening asked that
everyone be seated.  She then explained to Robyn, and me, that this was
what they all thought, was a very unique group.  They were all long term
married couples who enjoyed sex a great deal, and since the youngest of
them was 43, they had all become content in their ways.  She added that if
anyone outside of the group knew them they would be shocked that once a
quarter; they got together for what they described as a gourmet dinner
group.  However, it was really the "desert' of sharing each others sexual
pleasures and encounters that really held the group together.  With that
she said they had been looking to adding some new toys to their fun times,
and were looking for Robyn to help them along.

Robyn, of course agreed that she could do that.  With that, Robyn
instructed me to move a table out of the way, and she would be right back
to get started.  She also told the men present not to help me; I was to do
it on my own.

I quickly moved the small coffee table to the designated area, struggling
in my heels, but successful as always.  It was just a moment when Robyn
reappeared.  I now knew why she had on boots.  She had gone into the
bedroom and removed her suit.  She was wearing a black leather lace up
corset, with black stockings, garter belt, and the boots.  She had also
redone her make-up into a very erotic smokey style.  She was carrying a
riding crop.  As soon as she appeared the entire group screamed with
pleasure, I wasn't quite so happy.

She then told me to stand next to her.  Robyn briefly explained our
relationship and that although that wasn't for everyone, she had found that
if one of the partners took the lead, it always made more fun.  Robyn then
turned to me, and instructed me to remove my clothing right there in front
of the entire group.  Of course this too brought pleasure to the group.

Robyn then began to talk about her different products and had me carry them
around and let everyone see them.  As she talked, and they looked and
drank, their hands became much friendlier.

After talking for about 45 minutes, it was now 10:30 PM, Robyn said,

"Now is the time you can enjoy, I want each of you to try at least 3 toys
on the partner of your choice.  If it is something you would like to try,
and are not sure your partner would enjoy it, try it on Nicki, that is why
she is here.  Nicki will be here in the family room ready to be used and
abused by you, however you want.  I would prefer you use her here where
others can see.  Do not worry about anything, she will comply, that is her
function in life."

With that the group began to sample the toys.  It wasn't long before one of
the men came up to me and said he had always wanted to see his wife use a
giant dildo, but wasn't sure how big to get.  He asked me to pick the
largest I thought I could handle.  I found a 9" dildo and showed it too
him.  He then asked that I insert it into myself and try to arouse myself.
Of course that was easy.  Another on-looker, then recommended I try a
bigger one.  Before long, there were all kinds of toys being used on me.
Some tried different paddles, crops, whips, cuffs, clamps and dildos.  This
went on until about 3:00 AM.

Finally Robyn instructed me to pack everything up and put it in the car.  I
was then allowed to dress and we headed back to Robyn's about 3:30 AM.  It
was nearly 4:30 before we would get into bed.  That would be a normal
routine for this part of the weekend.  But early on Sunday, around 7:00 AM,
I would be awakened by one of Robyn's female friends, Susan, who was a
runner.  I was required to go on a 10k run with her every Sunday morning,
with little sleep or nourishment.  We didn't run fast, just far.  Of course
I was always in pain, as I would be plenty sore from the night before.

After returning from our run around 9:30, I would once again strip naked
and fix breakfast for Susan and Robyn.  It was a light breakfast, but I
would be allowed only the usual can pet food and water.  Around 11:00, I
would get dressed in a little tennis outfit that showed my panties.  From
there Robyn and I would go play tennis for an hour, and then go meet two
other girls and play for another hour.  Whichever group won got to decide
what to do next, of course it always involved some form of using me as they
play kitten as I was called.  In fact my tennis outfit even had a little
kitten embroidered on it, just to remind me of what was going to happen.

The afternoon would normally consist of me pleasuring these other two
women, in a way of their choosing, never mine.  One of the gals, Krystal,
especially liked having sex on the balcony of her apartment.  No one could
see us, but I am sure they hear everything that was going on.

On Sunday evening, I would once again clean Robyn's dungeon, and finally
around 9:00 PM be allowed to go home.

On arriving at home, I would find Lisa.  Sometimes she would get home
first, sometimes me.  You see, she was going through a similar process of
trying to win her freedom as well.

This process continued until Labor Day Weekend, 2003.  Friday evening went
as most recent Friday's had gone, but on Saturday, things were going to be
different, but I didn't know how.

You will have to find out in the next section.