The First Body Modifications
"Wake-up, Donna!"
Donna woke up shivering from the cold. She rocked back and forth a bit in her bondage before she was totally back into the real world. The pain in her vagina was still there, still intense.
The muscles of her arm ached having been strung up to the ceiling for hours. Her back hurt from being bend over, and her legs were cramped from being folded for so long. As she moved, Donna heard the chain around her neck rattle softly.
"It's chilly in here, don't you think?" Ninon asked.
She stood fully clothed in a dark blue business suit that featured long warm pants beside the naked Donna. Donna moaned in quiet misery; she couldn't do anything else.
Ninon took the remote and lowered Donna's arms. Next, she removed the leather straps from Donna's wrists.
Donna gratefully slumped forward on the bed, trying to stretch stiff and sore muscles, rolling into the warm thick blankets.
Ninon stepped away to return the bondage straps back to the drawer.
Ninon turned back to Donna and remarked: "Now don't get all used to that, Donna, you have to shower, and get ready for the dentist."
Donna had just been making her way into bed.
Ninon walked up to the bed and clapped her hands like a parent getting a balky child up and out. "Up, up, up."
Donna felt like a little girl who didn't want to go to school. It felt so good in the warm linen. She tried to make her exit from the warm bed as slow as she could. The warm pillows and blankets were so inviting!
But Donna knew better than to refuse. With a sigh she hopped out of bed.
"Stand up straight." Ninon ordered.
Donna stretched herself into position. As she did, the chain still around her neck clattered off the bed.
Ninon touched her face, inspecting the bruises left by last night's punishment.
"It doesn't look too bad," Ninon looked Donna over quickly, "but we'll see better after you're cleaned up."
Ninon loosened the chain and tugged. "Let's go to the bathroom."
Donna remembered last night's 'lessons' and walked behind Ninon, her head humbly downward.
On the way to the bathroom, Ninon made her kneel and stand several times. Testing if Donna still "remembered her lessons", as Ninon put it.
Ninon attached the chain to the drain below the sink.
"Shower and take an enema, brush your teeth. Be ready when I return." Ninon told the shivering Donna.
"Yes, Mrs. Bondain," Donna replied and Ninon left her alone.
Donna quickly turned on the hot water to get rid of the cold. The room had grown terribly cold and uncomfortable through the night and the cold had crept deep into her bones.
As the shower warmed up, Donna switched into her plastic high heeled slippers and collected the enema kit from under the sink. For a short moment she looked at the humiliating chain that Ninon had secured there. Untying it would cause so much trouble she knew, but not doing so was so...
"It's so humiliating! Would any other woman allow herself to be trapped so easily?"
Donna got the kit ready.
"I've been turned into a will-less person. Whipped inside my vagina, of all places. Left in the cold, tied, and now chained in my own bathroom."
Donna tested the shower water; it was almost ready.
"Like a slave! And now even being told to get myself ready for the next ordeal. And I'm actually doing it!" She shook her head. "If I fight now, what they will do to my family? Let alone I'll be in for a hell of a beating. Yet if I don't, I will surrender any self-esteem that I might have left."
Donna looked at herself in the mirror as steam filled the room, warming her and fogging the mirror.
"What would another woman do in my place? How many females have they subjected to their treatment already? They seem to know what I'm going to do even before I do. If I reluctantly go along, they'll just raise the bar; if I don't, they have some terrible consequence ready for me."
Donna felt her sore nether lips. Even walking hurt. And her vagina was leaking juices in reaction to the pain.
"This is just not normal..."
Donna had the kit ready and lubricated the nozzle with some soap before inserting it into her ass. She couldn't look into the mirror anymore. She had become too ashamed of her own actions to be able to watch what she was doing herself.
"There must be a way out of this," she thought. "But how? How ...?"
Donna lifted the filled enema bag up in the air and bent down on the cold floor, ass in the air. The chain links clinked as they tapped the floor tiles. Donna closed her eyes.
"Just do it," she told herself and inserted the nozzle carefully into her sore asshole.
Donna opened the tap to let the fluid run into her body. The warm liquid felt good. It warmed her up inside out, and she found herself enjoying it for as long as possible.
After a few warm minutes, Donna stepped over to the toilet, and removed the tube.
"Well, that's over," she told herself thought as she whipped her ass clean, flushed the toilet, returned the kit into the sink, and drained it in water to clean.
She pushed aside the shower curtain and reveled in the wall of steam it released. She adjusted the water a bit colder and stepped into the shower. The chain around her neck pulled at her, reminding her of its existence.
The hot shower finally warmed her up; she loved it. But her itch increased where the warm water flowed along her labia and ass-crack. The soothing gel that the doctor had given her was used up, she remembered.
"I should see the doctor before heading to Robert's parents," she told herself. "Or maybe when I'm at the party at Ms. Brendan's, the doctor will be there, and she can get me some more gel."
It was a strange experience to feel her vagina throb from both pain and being inflamed and itchy at the same time. It was the same weird feeling as an itching healing wound.
She gently scratched herself by inserting a soapy finger in her ass and a wet one in her pussy. The nails did their work, but she knew it would be only temporary. If she continued, she would make the irritation worse and perhaps even do herself harm.
"I'll just have to endure the itch for as long as I possibly can. Maybe it will ease off a bit as the day goes on."
