CAROL'S TALE

BY THUNDERSHARK

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.

***

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.

***

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.

***

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.

***

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.