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I was totally bewildered as I stated out of the shop and down the street, about halfway to the car, the belt went off again. I had to grab a post to keep from falling and was able to keep from screaming in orgasmic ecstasy, a few guttural orgasmic moans escaped before the belt relented and I was able to compose myself and continue on to my car. I hurried to my apartment and showered and got ready for work.  I had to wear a loose sundress to prevent anyone noticing the belt under my clothes. Fortunately, the boutique where I work is a trendy so there were no problems with my bald head. In fact, my manager and the other sales girl were very positive about it even though they were a little surprised. They questioned me a little but my manager Ann kept pressing me for details throughout the day.  She was about 30 and was pretty with a good body and I had suspected she was a lesbian since she never talked about guys but I had never questioned her about it and she never brought it up.  She had a couple of small tattoos and multiple piercings in each ear and one in her left nostril and one in her septum.  She had short punkish hair that looked super on her.

Finally in mid afternoon, after multiple attacks from the belt and her barrage of questions, I finally broke down and told Ann the whole story of the two visits to Miss Irene’s , the forced spanking and buzz cut of the first visit, then the whipping and total shave that morning and about the belt that now controlled me.  She continually asked for more details and wanted to know all about Miss Irene and where her shop was located and after I finished, she took my hand and led me to the stock room and make me remove my sun dress.  I stood there naked and embarrassed as she looked over my bald head and naked body. She pored over my still sore bottom checking out the redness and welts that remained. She felt the smoothness of my freshly shaven legs bottom and private parts.  I could tell that Ann was aroused considerably by what she was seeing. She started examining the belt and how it fit and filled my orifices.  She finally stood in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders, with a beaming smile she said, “I have always suspected you were a sub and this proves it. I am so excited! We are going to have so much fun!"

She pulled me close and kissed me. Then she walked to the door and called Lynda the other sales girl into the stock room.  Lynda walked in and squealed with delight.  The two of them examined me like a new piece of merchandise and spoke as if I was not even present.

As I went through the day I did as Miss Irene said and ate and drank very little and as the day progressed I got better and better at withstanding the effects of the belt when it sprang into action. However, as we got close to the end of the day I realized there was no way I would be able to go all night without relieving myself. It was slow and I asked Ann to leave at 5:30 instead of my quitting time of 6 so I could go back to Miss Irene’s.  I got in my car to drive that way but hit a traffic jam. I pulled up in front of Miss Irene’s at 6:05 just as she was locking the door and walking to her car. I jumped out of my car and hurried to her and told her of my predicament.  She gave me an annoyed look which would have made my hair stand on end if I had any and she said, “Wait here sweetie, I will be right back."

She went back into the shop for a moment and then returned to me by her car. She ordered me to get in and when I hesitated, she said sternly, “Get in NOW."

I quickly got in the car with her and she quickly pulled out and proceeded down the street.  After a couple moments, she spoke to me, “Sweetie, I need to hurry home and do not have time for you to relieve yourself at the shop, I have the key to your belt and I will allow you to relieve yourself at my house."

She drove to the outskirts of town and pulled up to a gated driveway, she pushed a button on a remote and the gate opened and she drove through. She pulled into the garage and we got out and went inside. I was a large beautiful home and she led me through it and down to the basement.  In the middle of a room there in the basement was a man kneeling prostrate in the floor. He like me was completely bald  and wore some sort of chastity belt but he also wore a collar and cuffs on his wrists and ankles.  Miss Irene spoke, “  Sweetie , this is my devoted husband and sex slave Rex. Now Rex get up and go fetch a relief bowl for our guest and get yours as well."

Rex quickly got to his feet and hurried out of the room and returned with 2 bowls like the one I used at Miss Irene’s shop this morning.  He sat them on the floor a few feet apart and stood beside one of them with his head bowed .  Miss Irene ordered me to straddle the second bowl and Rex to straddle the first. She came over, unlocked and removed my belt. I immediately squatted and emptied my bladder and bowels.  At the same time, she unlocked Rex’s belt and removed it, he also squatted and relieved himself. As I sat there being overwhelmed with feelings of relief, Miss Irene ordered Rex to go clean himself.  He hurried off and I started to rise but she ordered me to sit.  Rex returned in a moment and she ordered him to clean me.  He took my hand to help me stand and told me not to move as he moved the bowl from between my legs, he knelt in front of me and immediately began  licking my stubbly pussy. In the meantime , Miss Irene went to the corner of the room and began to undress.  She removed her jacket, blouse and skirt. Then she pulled the off the full slip and to my surprise, underneath she was wearing a belt like mine, also instead of a regular bra she had on a metal one that matched the belt.  I was feeling very conflicted at that moment, staring at the sight of Miss Irene standing there in the bra and belt with her high heels, stockings and garter belt. She was extremely good looking and had a super figure for an older woman. At the same time, Rex had been thoroughly cleaning  my pussy with his tongue and almost had me to the point of orgasm, even though I had already had probably more than 100 already today due to the belt.  Miss Irene looked at me and told Rex to clean my bottom. Rex spun me around and immediately began lapping at my bottom thoroughly covering both cheeks and plunging into my crack and around my anus. Miss Irene walked around in front of me and took my chin to raise my eyes to hers. She said to me, “You looked surprised to see me wearing a  belt like yours, even I need to maintain self discipline. I even wear the bra that stimulates me and helps build self control. Sweetie, I am not being mean when I make you wear it and when I spank you for discipline, I am trying to teach you. Now let’s get your belt back on and I will explain it to you. But first, Rex, you enjoyed cleaning her too much and you will be punished for that in a few moments. " Miss Irene added as she stared at his erect penis.

Rex handed Miss Irene the belt and she put it back on me.  She walked over to the table and picked up two of the belt controllers and showed them to me.  She explained, “ This button seats the belt inside you. “

She pushed the button and I could feel the shafts expanding to fill me, not painful but tight inside me.  She continued, “these other button control vibration, temperature, electric pulse, expansion and contraction and intensity. My controller also controls all of these sensations for my breasts and nipples.  The intensity level  can be adjusted from one to ten.  When I first put the belt on you this morning, I had the intensity level set at two, after you left I had the random sessions set at one.  Now I will demonstrate on me."

She pushed the buttons on her controller and dialed up the intensity to ten.  Her breathing quickened a little and I could see and hear the bra and belt going through their paces.  She continued to explain, “With my experience, I can maintain my self control even though I am experiencing the most intense orgasm imaginable at this moment. Even though it is dialed up to the maximum setting, I am still able to explain all of this to you and show almost no outward sign of what I am experiencing. Now I will set yours back on one and start it. You will witness as I punish Rex and as I do, the intensity will increase to three by the time I finish you must maintain you self control through the whole process."

She turned the knob to one and started the belt, my insides came alive with ecstacy . Then she turned to Rex and described his punishment. He was to receive 50 lashes across his back, 25 with the tool of his choosing and then 25 with the tool of Miss Irene’s choosing. Then he would receive ten on his privates with the instrument of her choosing.  Rex chose the razor strap like the one used on me that morning and I immediately felt a gush of emotions. Miss Irene chose a cane and a single tail whip. She led him to the wall and attached his wrists and ankles to shackles attached to the wall. Miss Irene stepped back and picked up the razor strap and ordered me to count the strokes. Then she began, one, two , Rex’s buttocks had large red welts, three, four, five, he was red from his low back to his upper thighs. Six, seven, eight, she relentlessly lashed away at him. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve he was a mass of wide red stripes. Miss Irene continued on until I reached 25 and she stopped. She walked over to the table, placed the razor strap on it and picked up the cane.

One, two, three, three deep red lines appeared. Four, five, six, seven  and bruises started to appear. At thirteen Miss Irene stopped again and exchanged to the whip. She stepped back and started giving him full force lashes across his back. Through all of it he did not utter a sound. I counted all the way to twelve but it was becoming difficult for me as the belts intensity was increasing and the orgasms were of incredible intensity. Miss Irene unshackled Rex and he almost crimpled to the floor but she led him over to a table similar to a gynecologists examining table and had him lay on his very tender back on it.  She shackled is wrists above his head and fastened his legs spread wide apart in stirrups then put a strap across his waist.  She picked up the cane, stood between his legs and said, “ I saw that erection, you know you are not allowed to be aroused be anyone be me and then only with my permission."

She immediately give him 5 searing strokes directly on his penis and testicles. Between the belt and this display I was on the verge of collapse. Miss Irene stood at his head with the whip at told me to count the 5 lashes. She started, one, two, three, and my belt reached the intensity of three and I collapsed on the floor writhing and moaning. Miss Irene administered the last two lashes and released Rex from the table. She ordered him to go prepare supper for us. She walked to me and kneeled down. “You disappoint me, Sweetie. You were doing so well and then you let your lack of discipline get the best of you, we will just have to work harder on it."

She picked up the control and turned it off. She helped me to my feet and we went to the corner where she had me sit while she poured two glasses of wine. She handed me one and sat in the other chair. She sipped her wine and asked if I smoked. I told her I had quit and she opened a box on the table beside her and took a cigar from it and lit it. She told me to drink the wine and she smoked her cigar and explained to be that she was going to teach me discipline and self control no matter what.  About the time we finished the wine and Miss Irene finished her cigar, Rex entered and stood silently in front of Miss Irene. She picked up his belt and began to place it around him. She explained as he did it, “Unlike our belts, his belt is a sensory deprivation belt.  He cannot stimulate himself or even get an erection while wearing it. I control when he has an erection and when he is allowed to ejaculate."

We rose and she escorted me to the dining room for supper. Rex has prepared a wonderful l meal but I tried not to eat too much as Miss Irene has instructed. When we had finished, Rex poured us another glass of wine and as we drank it I realized that I was being overwhelmed with sleepiness. Miss Irene said it was time to retire. The three of us went to her bedroom and she sat me down on the edge of the bed. She removed her bra and belt and went into the bathroom and relieved herself. She came out of the bath and called Rex to her and ordered him to clean her had got down and thoroughly licked her pussy and anus until they were perfectly clean.  Most of her pubic area was smooth shaven but she had a small well trimmed patch of fur just at the top of her slit.  She noticed me staring at it while Rex was cleaning her bottom and when he finished she walked over close and asked me if it aroused me. I told her I thought it did. She ordered me to kiss it and I place my lips on her fur and lapped it with my tongue.  After a moment she stopped me which was good since I was feeling like I was going to pass out. And we all climbed into the bed together. I was on one side, Miss Irene in the middle and Rex on the other. Miss Irene pressed up behind me and put her arm around me and I was fast asleep.

The Next Morning

The next thing I remembered was the next morning with Miss Irene fully dressed and ready for the shop saying, “ Get up sweetie, It’s time for me to go to the shop. “

I hopped out of bed and felt surprisingly good considering the day I had had yesterday. My sundress and shoes were there in the bedroom and I quickly pulled the sundress on and slipped in my shoes.  And we headed to the car for the drive to her shop.  We pull up exactly 24 hours to the minute from when she caught me there yesterday.  We got out and she unlocked the door. She hurried in turning on lights and opening up as I followed along.  After she put her purse away at her station, she turned and ordered me to undress, use the bowl and get in the chair as she unlocked my belt. I pulled off my sundress and sandals, relieved myself and was just sitting down as Ruth and the other ladies walked in. They exchanged their morning greetings and Miss Irene turned and said it was time to get started.  She reclined the chair back, attached the stirrups and strapped in my wrists, waist and legs. She adjusted the chair so I was well exposed for easy shaving.  She spread the hot lather all over my personal area working it into all the folds of my labia and deeply into my crack around my anus.  I enjoyed her massaging touch as she rubbed it in. She rinsed her hands and picked up the straight razor and began stropping it on the razor strap when the receptionist escorted someone in. I looked over and to my horror it was my boss Ann from the boutique!  She greeted Miss Irene and came over close to my chair to get a good view.  Miss Irene began to shave me and she and Ann conversed about me, the haircut and shaving and Ann asked her detailed questions about shaving like how often and what foam and razor to use for the closest shave. She asked about other hair removal methods and also permanent hair removal methods. I started to say something and Miss Irene told me it was not polite to interrupt.  They started to continue about the permanent hair removal and I started to speak again. Miss Irene looked at me and said, “If you do not have the discipline to be silent, I will have to keep you silent. “

She pulled a large ball gag from her drawer and ordered me to open my mouth. I complied and she forced it in and fastened it snugly behind my head.  The ball completely filled my mouth and I could hardly utter a sound. Miss Irene continued to shave me and carry on her conversation with Ann.  When she finished, she cleaned the remaining lather up with a moist towel and readjusted the chair so my bottom was more exposed and my legs farther apart. She said, “Now it is time for discipline, you delayed me leaving last night, you couldn’t control yourself at my house last night and you have interrupted me twice this morning. You will receive ten lashes for each infraction for a total of 40 lashes.  Like yesterday, you will count the strokes and not cry out or that stroke will not count and if you lose count I will start over again."

Miss Irene removed the ball gag and picked up the razor strap.  She positioned herself to begin and I looked at Ann who had gotten a spot for a perfect view and had a very big smile on her face.  Miss Irene landed the first blow of the razor strap, it was all I could do to keep from screaming and to grunt out a one.  Another landed, I moaned and said two, Ann said that doesn’t count she made a sound.  Miss Irene kept going and fortunately I did not lose count and we finally got to 20 with about 35 total strokes.  Miss Irene paused and said to Ann, “would you like to give her the rest of them. “

Ann squealed with delight and said she would love to. She came over and whispered in my ear, “I hope you really enjoy this, it will be the first of many I give you."

She asked Miss Irene if she had any other implements and Miss Irene showed her a cabinet full of choices.  Ann chose riding crop and swung it in the air a couple of times, relishing the task she was about to perform.  She positioned herself to my side and the crop hissed through the air and I grunted out 21. My buttocks were on fire from the razor strapping and now the cropping. I got to thirty in about 18 strokes and then Ann paused and asked if she could administer the remaining strokes to my pussy. Miss Irene told her of course and set the chair to expose my pussy even more. Ann positioned herself between my legs and brought the crop down on my freshly shaven exposed pussy. The pain made me forget about my flaming behind as she continued stroke after stroke. It took about 25 strokes to get from 30 to 40. My Pussy was covered with flaming red welts and it felt like it was on fire.  Ann took her finger, touched it and giggled. Miss Irene complimented her on her work and began to release me. As soon as I was free, I crumpled to the floor and began to rub my pussy and bottom. I could feel the heat and the raised welts on them.  After a moment, Miss Irene sternly said to me, “up in the chair Sweetie, I need to get you finished, I have other appointments."

I stood and meekly climbed back into the chair. Ann stood there looking like the cat that ate the canary. Miss Irene started lathering my head thoroughly and massaging it in. After washing her hands and stropping her razor again she began to slowly methodically scrape away the stubble that had grown since yesterday.  By this time other customers were waiting and the other two chairs were occupied and everyone seemed unconcerned that a naked bald girl was sitting there completely exposed. Miss Irene went over my head twice before she was completely satisfied and then wrapped my head in a warm moist towel and cleaned me up. She removed the towel and ordered me to step down and spread my legs and she put the belt back on me and locked it in place. She handed the control to Ann and said, “here you go, she is all yours."

Ann asked Miss Irene to use the ball gag and Ann pushed it into my mouth and fastened it tightly behind my head. I put on my sundress and sandals and she led me out of the shop saying we needed to hurry to the boutique to meet the overnight courier. I followed along bald, beaten, and bewildered.

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