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MasterKenn07762 -> JESSICA...At M.I.T. #3 (1/22/2005 9:28:32 PM)
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JESSICA'S VACATION Chapter Three ...Wherein she meets Dr. Masters
A telephone rang and Bart, the man who's name Jessica had overheard,
answered on the first ring.
"Receiving" She's here now She's ready. Uh....just a moment." Bart looked about frantically.
Nora knew what he wanted. The gagged woman quickly handed him the clipboard.
"OK, let's see. Allan, Bennett, Here! Brown, Jessica Lee Brown.
Right!, no, plastics, hair? No, a kerchief. I know. <hehehe> She's on the way.
He's there now? OK!"
Bart hung up the phone and walked to where Jessica now sat trembling. The giant turned her
stool to face him and said.
"Time to meet Dr. Masters" "mmfffmgmGG ?"
Jessica asked something but nothing came out. She searched Bart's eyes
for a clue. He saw her fear. He put his huge hands gently but firmly on
her shoulders, causing the crackling plastic sound she hated.
"What is it Mrs. Brown...you're afraid ?"
Jessica's eyes were filling with tears. Bart patted her arm and spoke softly to her.
"That's OK Mrs. Brown, I know if I were facing what you are, I'd be scared outta my socks too."
At that Jessica started to sob into her gag in helpless abandon.
"AAAaaaGGGGggffnnnnmmmmnnnggFFFGGGGRRR !!!"
"Yes M'am <heheheheee!>" Bart pulled her to her feet and the long march through the building began.
Masters Institute is an impressive compound made up of ancient stone mansions. The main
building is an immense stone castle-like structure with at lest 30 bedroom suites, two ball rooms and an
enormous library located next to the office of Dr. Robert Masters. Several other much smaller but equally
rugged and foreboding buildings were spotted across the Institute's 300 acres. Each of them had
numerous bedding facilities for "guests". There were only rumors as to what went on in some of them.
Long Term Receiving was at the far end of the main building and as Bart hustled the gagged and
hobbled Jessica along, she repeatedly tripped and he held her up as though she weighed nothing. They
walked down a long center hall, paneled in dark wood with brass and green lighting fixtures spaced
evenly. There were brass railings, brass spittoons, brass statuary...brass everywhere, all gleaming in the
light. Strangely, Jessica managed to wonder "Who polishes all that brass?"
The large rooms on either side seemed to be occupied by guests. In one, Jessica caught a glimpse of a
tall beautiful girl in a wasp wasted pink and black corset, garter belt, frilly maids cap and heels only.
She was carrying a serving tray of drinks. A chain connected her shoes at the strap and her mouth was
held open by a thick pink scarf pulled between her teeth, holding God only knew what in her
mouth. Jessica noticed with further concern, her short cropped hair.
As they passed from view the next sight to startle Jessica was a short chubby woman forced into a
ridiculously tiny French Maid's outfit. It was much like a white peasant blouse and the too short skirt
with petticoats stuck out straight leaving none of her private parts hidden. She wore no underwear.
Her feet bulged out of 4" heels obviously a size or two too small. She too wore a silly maids cap. But
what bothered Jessica most was that the woman's arms had been folded behind her back and literally
laced to the small of her back with yards of white rope.
A HUGE fluffy mass of white cloth was protruding from her mouth. On closer inspection, one could see
the thin scarf buried in the cloth and deep between her teeth then knotted behind her head. Before Jessica
could wonder why she was gagged so strangely, the pitiful maid bent forward from the waist and
displaying her bare butt to the passersby’s, resumed dusting a table with her mouth. Bart had paused as
they passed then walked a few steps more and stopped.
"Stay here" he admonished Jessica <where would she go ?>
He returned to the maid who's head now shook sideways back and forth "dusting" He raised his hand and
struck her a hard blow to her bare ass with his open palm. "SSLLAAPPP!!!!" The report echoed
through the halls and the hapless maid, caught completely off guard, reeled down the hallway, bounced
off the wall, knocked over a table and crashed into an umbrella stand as she tried desperately to regain
her balance in her "punishment" shoes. Mercifully, she fell into an overstuffed chair and looked back at
Bart in disbelief.
"Next time you keep your face down and dustin' when Staff comes by!!"
He grabbed Jessica's arm and they started off again. As soon as they'd rounded a
corner Bart broke into an evil laugh.
"HaHAAAA! I got'er good!! HAAAhahahahah!"
Jessica had been experiencing a variety of emotions
regarding Bart but now she knew what he was and she didn't like it.
The endless walk went on until at the end of the hall the unlikely pair
turned right and in doing so nearly bumped into another maid at her
work.
Bart stopped and pushed Jessica to the side with her back against
the wall.
"Well Sally girl...how are we today ?" He grasped the woman's arm and she fought with
herself not to pull back. Her face was only visible from the nose upward. A wide green striped
kitchen-type towel covered the lower part of her face from her nose to her chin. So tightly was it
tied that her cheeks bulged over the cloth. Her face was strained and flushed from it's
confinement. Unlike the others, Jessica noticed that this woman, like herself wore a tight kerchief
concealing all but a bit of her hair at the forehead. Sally was made to wear a plain gray housemaids dress.
It buttoned top to bottom with white collar and white cuffs at the wrists. A lacy handkerchief looked
ridiculous pinned to her chest. Her wrists were bound before her with rope in an extremely
tight handcuff knot and attached to a waist-rope by a short tether. Sally's ankles were also
rope-hobbled above her regulation strapped on 4"heels. Sally wore a large ugly pocketed apron of white
cotton. It was stained and soiled as though it had been used for a month. A bottle of some sort of cleaner
or polish was in the torn pocket, nearly falling out. In her restrained hands she held two rags. One filthy
gray and one somewhat cleaner. Suddenly it struck Jessica. She had her answer.
Day after day, early morning to late at night, throughout the castle, Cruelly gagged and handicapped by
her restraints...Sally polished the brass!!
As Bart forced his attentions on the maid, her eyes appeared near to panic. His hand disappeared under
her skirt and as he lifted it Sally rose too to her full height to avoid his touch but finally closed her eyes
and rocked back on her heels. Bart whispered
"It's Tuesday night y'know <hehehehe> I'll be comin' for you at eleven."
The look Jessica saw in Sally's eyes could only have been thought of as exhaustion and despair at her lot.
Forgetting her own plight, Jessica's heart went out to the hapless maid when suddenly her breath froze
in her body and her heart pounded. On the maids chest, above her left breast... "Sally Robinson /
NOVICE". Was this what Jessica Brown/ NOVICE could expect? She thought so.
Jessica and Bart stopped before huge twin oak doors. They must have weighed a ton a piece, Jessica
thought.
"You have an admitting interview with Dr. Masters. Watch what you say Mrs."
<"what? what do you mean? what do I say?> Jessica cursed the soggy foul tasting rag in her
mouth and the knot that held her mouth agape. Then to her surprise, Bart was untying her wrists and
they dropped free. Jessica at once began to massage them, so sore were they. Bart coiled the rope and
draped it around her neck. She immediately reached to remove the hateful gagging cloths but Bart seized
her hands. "Oh no Mrs. , not until and only if you're told...and he held onto her hands. At
that moment Jessica noticed a wall mirror behind Bart and instinctively she moved to see herself then
"OOOOONNNFFFFFFFF!!"
and her freed hands flew in all directions over her breasts, her pussy. The cellophane crackled
incessently. Jessica's suit was TRANSPARENT! ALL OF IT! She had thought that like Nora and
Cindy, shaded areas covered her privates. But not so the "Novice" suits. No-one had told
her and her collar had prevented her from looking down. For hours she had been on display as good as
naked. GASP! and now this Dr. Masters?.....Bart opened the door and pushed her inside. The huge door
closed behind her. Seated at his desk, Dr. Masters was quite unlike Jessica's expectations.
Although mostly gray haired, he was quite young, early forties perhaps? His gray pin striped suit was
expensive as was the tie and shirt. When he raised his head and sat upright, Jessica judged him to be very
tall as well. Jessica, all 5'8" of her <heels included> with hobbled ankles, butt naked under a cellophane
suit, a babushka on her head and her mouth split open by a huge white knot of cloth. Jessica Brown,
the woman, wondered, "Will he like me?"
"Come here Mrs. Brown....Jessica", he added referring to some notes. Jessica approached on
tenterhooks. The cellophane roared like a fire, the chain between her feet clanged like a firebell. She had
no clue what to do with her hands. She crossed them behind her back and her shoulders hurt again. She
held them clasped together in front. "Pull up a chair Jessica." Masters, looking down at his papers waved
his hand toward two straight chairs. Jessica carefully dragged one across the carpet to a spot in front of
the desk and sat down. Master's look up quickly.
" STAND UP MRS. BROWN! NO ONE TOLD YOU TO SIT..DID THEY? I TOLD YOU TO PULL
UP A CHAIR! "
Jessica FLEW out of the chair and back onto her sore feet. She was completely confused and her
feelings were crushed. The tears were coming again and she didn't want that.
"Hmmmph!...you women wonder why you're here...sweet little wives." Masters seemed to be speaking to
himself. "Well, that's why! Michael was quite correct. Inattention, disobedience, failure to follow
instructions, inability to anticipate his every need!"
Masters slapped the papers down on his desk.
"It's all here...all here, yes indeed."
In her despair and confusion she thought <"So this was it...this is what Michael wanted and he sent me to
this bastard!>
"Now, Mrs. Brown, you may sit!"
Jessica hesitated momentarily wary of a trick, then sat on the edge of the chair, knees tight together...
ladylike.
"I imagine that gag is rather an annoyance, what?"
<"Annoyance! It's killing me!!>
"Would you like it off ?"
Jessica panicked. < Was it another trick? What should she say? Her aching jaws
gave her the only answer > Jessica looked into Masters' eyes as though
gauging a rattlesnake. Then slowly and hopefully, she nodded her head and
waited to see what would happen.
"Very well. You may remove the cloths and lay them in your lap for the present."
< At last! > Jessica couldn't move fast enough to reach the knot behind her neck. It was tight. She
couldn't budge it. Finally a nail caught under a fold and it loosened. Relief from the pressure
swept over her. She drew the towel ends down and tried to open her jaws wide enough to expel the knot
behind her teeth. Her jaw seemed paralyzed. She was afraid Masters would grow impatient, change his
mind. Finally she pulled steadily near the center of the towel and the knot began to move. She had to pull
down on her jaw to finally roll the knot up over her teeth. It was out!
Masters sat now with his chin in his hand enjoying the show. Jessica had to reach deep inside her mouth
to pull out the smaller towel that had nearly choked her for hours. The cloth stuck to the roof of her
mouth and she rocked it gently till it released and the sodden wadding fell into her lap. Masters actually
smiled as he watched her now, trying to close her mouth, for fear her jaws had locked. Only the
muscles had been stretched and gently, Jessica closed her mouth for the first time since dawn. Bart's
warning rang in her ears. She sat still and waited.
Masters removed his glasses and folded his hands on the desk as he
leaned slightly forward.
"Mrs.Brown, you have been through a lot today. More than virtually anyone would undergo in a lifetime"
He smiled broadly at her "And it's only two o'clock!"
Jessica smiled back meekly. Her lips wouldn't work and she felt like she was making a face
at him .
"Eh....yes, well I will explain your situation"
< "Oh GOD, I did make a face at him ">
"This institution is unique in this country. We pattern ourselves, however, after the best programs
several European operations have to offer. Today we will discuss only you and your
future with us."
Masters leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head as he began Jessica's orientation.
"Mrs.Brown…Jessica, you are here as the result of a great deal of planning and cooperation
between myself, my staff and your husband, Michael. To clear the air and any second thoughts you might
be having, which would surprise no-one. It would be easiest for you to think of yourself as our prisoner.
Although our brochure mentions the term "client" in the most gentile manner, I assure you that even at
this moment you are a prisoner. Further, since this is for all purposes a private prison we need not diddle
around about prisoners rights and privileges as might be given prisoners of the State. As a prisoner, by
definition, you may not leave this institution. You may not receive mail. You may not receive telephone
calls. More on that later. And of course, you may not have any visitors. Incidently, you will also have
no access to radio, TV or newspapers. You should know about our recreational programs. They are
commonly called "Work Assignments". Your typical workday begins at 7AM and ends at 8PM. We
recognize, of course, the need for variety of activities and such, therefore on given scheduled days your
Work Assignment will be switched with another prisoner. When you were picked up this morning, you
left virtually all your possessions behind you. You also left behind you all your rights, all your privileges,
all choices, all privacy and all physical freedom. I remind you that in the strictest sense perhaps since the
Inquisition, you are a prisoner."
"Now, we have nearly 100 prisoners here at any given time. They range from recalcitrant teenagers to,
as a matter of fact, unsatisfactory wives such as yourself. I don't mean to frighten you unduly but yours
is the toughest lot for the following reasons. In commiting you to our facility, your husband agreed, on
your behalf, that we have complete say as to your physical treatment in terms of restraint, confinement,
mode of dress and hygiene. We have complicated and strict rules which you will observe to the letter or
be punished in a manner that FAR exceeds the misdeed. It will behoove you to memorize the rules and
adhere to them. I will tell you now that they are frequently changed without notice and that, dear
prisoner, becomes YOUR problem. That's a bit about imprisonment. Now there is another agenda at
M.I.T. which concerns you directly. We have a staff of 40 people here, men and women who work
hard but receive no compensation other than their room and board. "Why do they stay?" you might well
inquire. "They stay because they are "fans". Fans of Bondage, Discipline, Corporal Punishment,
Humiliation, Torture and virtually every other D&S related activity. Each of them is an autonomous
authority. Which is to say that any staff member may select any prisoner and subject them to any
authorized punishment for as long a time as they wish. You will not be advised of authorized punishments
save for one thing. We do not permit whipping or caning except by executive approval...Me. Now as for
you., Mrs. Brown." Masters leaned forward .
"Frankly, Jessica I'm shocked and amazed at the number of items your husband has included in this
admission form and I wonder when he expects to see you again. Sadly, this happens occasionally when
the husbands testosterone interferes with good judgement. But that is no concern of ours at M.I.T."
Masters reclined in his chair.
"Now, when you leave this office you will proceed to the work assignment area. You will be assigned a
job and provided with the appropriate uniform. The level of bondage you are to exist in will be
decided and a colored badge will advise all staff members of it's type. I DID mention I hope, that all
prisoners and trustees are required to exist in some level of bondage at ALL times and in this building no
communication between prisoners is permitted. Hence, you will be required to be gagged at all times
except when eating and when a staff-member must speak with you. Now before you are dismissed you
May ask me one question. What is it?"
Jessica was caught by surprise
"I..I don't know, let me think, well..uh "
Masters stood up,
"Replace your gag Mrs. Brown, not another word!"
"Oh! no please..I want to ask..." Jessica babbled.
Masters voice raised in anger.
"REPLACE YOUR GAG THIS INSTANT OR I SHALL HAVE IT DONE FOR YOU!!!
And sadly, realizing she had blown her chance, Jessica picked the now cold and soggy cloth from her lap
and held it to her lips. Familiar pains stabbed in her jaws as she opened her mouth. She forced the
wadding into her mouth and remembering the knot gag, pressed it to the back of her throat.
As she gagged lightly on the cloth, Masters' looked up quickly and grinned slightly.....Jessica could barely
force her mouth open wide enough to admit the huge knot. Finally, as she had removed it, she placed the
knot on her lower teeth, pulled down hard and rolled it into her mouth. The huge object slipped behind
her teeth and she knew it didn't need to be tied there. But of course she had to tie the ends behind her
neck. As she reached up her hands, Masters came from behind his desk.
"I'll get that Jessica" and as she replaced her hands in her lap Masters tied off the towel ends then
PULLED! mightily. Jessica's eyes flew wide as the knot sank deep into
her mouth and the wadding jammed into her throat. A second yank and the
towel was in a double knot. Jessica was retching feverishly.<"I can't
breathe!!> She heaved and gagged as Masters held her arms pinned down
from behind.
"Control that Mrs. Brown! You've GOT to control that! No-one here will ever remove a gag
unless you are unconscious."
Jessica barely heard his words as she stuggled to breathe "slowly...normal...deep
breaths....you can do it girl", she coached herself for what seemed
like forever and finally the nausea subsided.
"That's quite a nasty gag for a "novice", Jessica." Masters spoke again.
"Jessica, I want you to try to say "Thank you Dr. Masters" Say it as loud as you can, under the
circumstances <chuckle!>
<"What the hell?...well here goes"> "ANNFFGHGHH OK." At once
Jessica started to retch and the cycle of gagging began all over as Masters watched, grinning.
"Now that's a fine gag Jessica! You see even trying to talk causes you misery! Yes, that gag will do fine!
<hehehehe> And now I have something else to show you before you leave. From a desk drawer,
Masters took what appeared to be a folded towel, light green in color...a dish towel. As he came toward
Jessica she saw a monogrammed, EP, on the front. In seconds the towel was tied over
Jessica's mouth so tightly that she again felt her cheeks bulging over it like poor Sally the maid.
"In case you're wondering, the E/P monogram stands for "Executive Punishment". NO OTHER person
but me is authorized to remove your gag under any circumstances! Of course we know you are not
being punished, Jessica but since Michael says you’re accustomed to gags so well and that one is
SOOOoo uncomfortable, I'm going to permit you to wear it till...whenever I send for you again
<hehehehe> "And, Jessica dear, I WILL be sending for you..<"haHAAAhahah"> "Do you want to try
"Thank you for my gag Dr. Masters?" <chucking again> Jessica lowered her head and slowly shook it.
Masters pushed a buzzer and in seconds, Bart was beside Jessica. He pulled her out of the chair and took
the rope from around her shoulders. Jessica had forgotten about it as she had forgotten her nakedness in
all the fear and confusion. Bart tested her...he held the coil of rope up before her and she stared at it with
the vacant look a woman develops from being gagged too tightly too long. Then turning slowly before
the giant guard. Jessica crossed her wrists behind her back.
back.
**this photo was too extreme**-Mod3
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