Sue's Birthday

by Mischa, Translated by Automagix

It wouldn't be long until the day once again: At the end of May, on 29th, her birthday would take place, she would turn 28 years — what new events this birthday would probably bring? Only a few days to go, her request for leave of absence was already submitted and authorized with the insurance company -- the company where she still attended to her job, despite her life and her "handicaps" which she suffers from for some years. Suffers? Well, yes, but although she takes it all happily on herself, and would never let go of it. She could not imagine to lead a normal life like before. And she managed to avoid the thought about whether she would feel the same way at the age of sixty. But nevertheless....

But as long as Mike keeps having new ideas she has no fear that things might change, and until now he has had new ideas every day. Obviously he had something in store for her again, because if he asked her to take vacation for a week, it would always mean another "physical interference" for her, which would take at least a few days until she would be able to go to the office again ...

It was for five years now that they led such a life. At that time, when she turned 23, she became acquainted with HIM. He also worked at the same insurance company, in the field service, and he made a dominant impression on her right from the beginning. He had noticed Sue because she adored him in such a way, and because she already then was a remarkable person: with her long legs, which seemed endless even in blue jeans, with her extremely short pitch-black gleaning hair-style, with her affection with leather clothes and her remarkable jewelry. Not only that, she had rings on all fingers, plus wearing arm bracelets and small ankle chains. Moreover he observed her pretty nose decoration — a sparkling small brilliant diamond in the right side of her nose — and her many earrings. Well, today there are even more decorations, but these were added gradually during the last years.

Looking back from today, everything went so very fast in those days. In their first night together Mike had asked her if she would allow him to tie her up — it was a tremendous experience, and when he removed the laces on the next morning she knew that this was exactly what she had been looking for. After that day he had asked her for permission to do this or that some more times, until the two of them signed "the contract" a couple of weeks later. Afterwards he would never ask again, but he simply DID things, and Sue knew that they had reached a mental agreement so deep and firm that she could simply let go. And it pleased him that — although she often felt fear or horror at first — she never resisted seriously against his ideas. And she knew that she actually would do everything for him, if only he wanted it and it made him happy. For HIM she would do without anything, as she has come to do without so many things which she had taken for granted before, but to serve HIM was above anything else, and she soon should make the first experience to learn what this meant. But even if she had known before that she should soon live in permanent chastity — while further having to help for his sexual satisfaction — she would have went on nevertheless.

Already some weeks later she moved into his apartment. A fantastic dwelling in the attic of an old building, which offered a view over the roofs of the city. When they transported Sue's property to his place together, it was noticeable that some things had been changed in the dwelling recently. At first, two leather padded manacles caught her eye. They hung down on chains from a solid steel hook inserted into one of the roof beams which stood vertically in the room. The fact that she would soon spend almost more nights hanging on these in bondage than laying in bed, she had never dreamed of at that time. There was a new shelf which contained numerous leather implements, spreader bars and whips. Also, the bed had been prepared: At the foot and at the top end there were leather cuffs with short chains attached firmly to the bed, so ("you villain", she had thought) that in the wide bed there was still sufficient free space for him, while she would be hardly able to move in her chains in the night. But had it not all been done as she wished?

Soon came the first intrusion which should seriously affect her everyday life, although she had already felt it very clearly in the first days in the office when having spent all night in immovable rigidity. Mike was very practical and realistic in this matter, when he observed that she would suffer from a stiff neck after having to sleep standing and her head sagged down on her chest, he would no longer chain her there any longer during the nights ... until there was a solution found for this problem. As mentioned before, all this came very soon. Sue knew the that Mike was not only crazy about her long legs (especially if they were clad in nylon), but also had an affection for slim wasp waists. Already in the time prior to "the contract" she had given permission to be laced into a corset, despite her yet slim figure and boyish flat chest. Mike would often travel to the company's head office in Zurich, Switzerland, due to his job and on his next journey there Sue should accompany him. He had found a corset maker who had agreed to create two items (to allow changing) according to the plans Mike had given him.

She had already expected the worst, but when the corset maker required her to undress completely, and then took the exact measurements of her waist, hips and then her crotch and even the position of her urethra (a sharp glance from Mike's eyes was needed for her to show her naked pussy — which was already ringed at that time — to another man) left her clueless what all this was about. After the measuring procedure, she had to wait some minutes in an anteroom. Although Mike seemed to have made some agreements before, the negotiations took some time. She could only hear the corset maker's low voice sometimes when he said, "that's no problem", or "okay, if you would like it made this way".

Six weeks later they rode to Zurich again, and she could hardly wait until next morning due to her curiosity. The corset maker had presented the two items on a leather covered table; they looked like true masterpieces, and Mike had sure spent a lot of money for them. Sue was startled when she touched a corset for the first time: though made of leather it did not feel soft, but firm and solid. One corset had cups for her chest, the other one did not cover the chest area but had small semi-cups that supported the breasts from below. Both corsets had laces in the back and possessed a narrow waistline so that Sue remarked that she would never fit into these. What made her jump was when she looked at the corset's crotch area. She had already suspected a crotch strap, but both corsets turned out to be completely closed in the crotch area. She touched this part and realized that this "panty" was very solid, like being made of plastic or even steel. Now it became clear why the lacing reached down to the wearer's coccyx. Mike grinned like the Cheshire cat on Sue's perplexity.

"And how am I supposed to ...?"

"Watch closely: exactly at the position of your urethra there is a tiny hole in the corset. You'll have to wear a catheter in the future. You'll soon see that this is much more convenient anyway."

Sue had to try on both corsets, and the corset maker explained that there was a triple waist lacing, so that the corset could be laced tighter after some time, when the wearer's waist circumference had become smaller. One of the three eyelet strips could be simply removed and the next inner one be used for even tighter lacing.

The corset maker said that both corsets seemed to be a perfect fit, and so he asked if she wouldn't like to simply go on wearing the second one; on this occasion he would also like to demonstrate the lacing procedure to the couple. Sue murmured a weak protest of "remove my tights", because for the fitting she still wore these. But Mike immediately stopped her and just said that he wanted her to always wear tights underneath the corset in the future. That way, she wouldn't be able to take them off without him taking notice. "Wonderful prospects", Sue thought in irony, although she would wear stockings or tights most of the time anyway since she had met him. He even made her wear Nylons underneath her Blue Jeans! She was lucky enough to have very few transpirations, so that this was hardly any problem for her, not even in the heat of summer. The corset maker gave Mike a crash-course in effective tight lacing. Sue just moaned in despair -- she already had the feeling that her waist was being crushed, and this was only the "beginners' level".

When they were just going to say goodbye, the corset maker suddenly produced a small item which looked like a tiny model for a waist corset. "Your boyfriend has told me about your problems when sleeping in a standing position," he explained, "now I think this here will be the solution: it is a neck corset which will ensure that your head is always kept in an upright attitude, even if you should fall asleep." Although Sue could not recall that the man had taken measurement from her neck, the neck corset was a perfect fit, too. She had already been hardly able to move at all in the corset, she even didn't know how to stand up on her own from the chair where she had taken place in the meantime for the neck corset fitting. But now she felt like a totally rigid doll.

"I had so much joy and fun when working on the two corsets that I would like to give you this one for the neck as a present."

Mike thanked him very much and said that even it was meant for the night, she should keep the neck corset on for this first day. Sue was mortified, but as always she would not refuse his wish, but obey silently.

It was a completely new experience to walk through the city in such an attire. Mike had to lead Sue because she was completely unable to look down on her feet. When they arrived at their hotel the porter was startled and asked them if there had been an accident. Instead of her uncomfortable garments Sue had to smile at first, then she replied with a quick-witted "yes!"

In the hotel room she was allowed to remove the corset for once. Mike had prepared all things he needed: a catheter, sterile lubricant and rubber gloves. Knowing that Mike had once qualified in being a male nurse, she had absolute trust in him. Nevertheless it hurt terribly when the catheter poked through the urethra — today she wouldn't feel it at all when the catheter is being replaced every week. The urine ran into a bowl which he held ready immediately. Mike fastened the catheter by inflating the little balloon, so that Sue would not be able to pull it out at will. Then he closed the tube hose with a little plug. "It will be much more comfy for you now: You will be able to control your bladder as you see fit — unless you are in bondage, that is. Someday it will all seem completely natural to you."

How right he was: now, five years later, she had forgotten how it used to be "the normal way" before.

Using a little pair of scissors he cut a tiny hole into the tights and passed the catheter tube through it and through the little opening in the corset. Then he put the corset back on her, lacing it already tighter now than it had been laced at the corset maker's shop. He, as so many times, anticipated her next question by explaining: "Of course, you will have to totally change your form of nutrition. But anyway you'll only be able to eat the smallest of portions, so you should think twice when you take your pick. Especially think how you will digest the food, because you will only be able to empty your colon once a day in the future. Every morning I will take off your corset exactly once for twenty minutes. In this time you will — under strict supervision, of course — be able to replace the nylons, wash yourself, go potty and take care for yourself when it is your time of the month. Naturally you will wear the corset every day from now on. You'll have to come to grips with your period using a tampon etc over 24 hours."

She started a completely new way of life in these days — and today Sue can hardly remember how it felt to "normally" use the bathroom or Ladies' room. The worst problem for her was that she could not lie naked in the summer sun on a beach or lake, being unable to take off her corset and tights any time. In order to be able to go to the beach at all she would wear shorts for not raising too much attention. She had already become used to the many comments of her female and male (though these seemed to be pleased somehow) colleagues on the fact that her legs were never seen without hose, even at 30°C [85F] heat in the park at midsummer noon.

By the way, there were few exceptions to the rule: three years ago when Mike had her ankles tattooed, she was told to wear leggings instead of nylons. Since that day, her right ankle is decorated with a Chinese dragon tattoo and her left ankle is surrounded by a chain-like pattern.

In the meantime, the main changes on her body are that she now has more then ten earrings or ear piercings on each side. During the last weeks she had to wear shoulder length leather gloves all through the weekends, Friday afternoon to Monday morning. The gloves posed some problems to her in the beginning, especially as she was absolutely never allowed to remove them, even when they were guests at other people's places.

Her shoulder were massively tattooed two years ago.

But what does Mike have in store for her now? She had overheard that he had discussed and met frequently with an old friend from school who was now a dentist or orthodontist. When Mike chatted with this friend on the phone, he would speak in a low voice as if there was something secret going on. Now, Sue's vacation was going to begin, and Friday afternoon was as usual: Mike told her to put on the long Napa leather gloves again, and secured them with little padlocks (the keys were resting locked in the safe now). He commanded her to get dressed in a very tight leather catsuit. Then he dumbfounded her with the words: "Hurry, they are waiting for us at the tattoo shop!"

The situation was similar to when she had received tattoos before. But this time the only accessible part of her body was her face! Oh my god!? He wouldn't do that?!? How was she supposed to ever go to the office again?

The tattoo shop owner, in whom she had some trust, asked them to follow him into a back room, while Sue had expected to get tattooed in the familiar main shop room as before. Sue was surprised to see a large medical examination chair in this room, like the chair used by a gynecologist. Before she could ask anything she had been strapped up in this chair by Mike and the shop owner, so tight that she couldn't move at all. What could that mean? And strangely enough she was still fully clothed. Her pondering was interrupted when the men started to fix her head immovably in a metal frame. Well, she had seen facial tattoos before, but she could not believe that Mike — being quite realistic all the time — was going to do this to her. Suddenly she felt that her mouth was slowly opened more and more. When it was as wide open as possible it was locked with a bracket. She was hardly able to swallow. Somebody gripped her tongue with something like pliers, drawing it out of her mouth, and then a terrible, searing pain shot through her tongue. She had never experienced so much pain, except when her nipples had been pierced. Now she had an idea what was going on: A long time ago Mike had praised tongue piercings to be most exciting! Sue entered a kind of unconscious state. She wasn't aware how a small open ring was threaded through the new hole in her tongue that had been made with a thick needle. The ring was closed immediately with a special pair of pliers, there was no visible seam. The procedure was repeated one more time.

When Sue came to she found herself laying on a leather couch in the tattoo shop's office. Her tongue hurt like hell. She tried to say something, but only a senseless babbling came out of her mouth.

"Do not fear", said the tattoo shop owner, "the swelling will be gone until Monday, and also the pain should recede in the next days. In a few weeks you will be able to speak as before, it's just a matter of practicing. Mary, won't you show your 'equipment' to our guests?"

Mary was the shop owner's girl friend, about twenty years old. She had been around all the while and assisted during the procedure. Mary opened her mouth and Sue could see that she had even four rings plus two barbells in her tongue. Sue had not noticed anything out of the ordinary when Mary had spoken.

"Mary has only her mouth left to give me satisfaction", the man explained. "Show them the reason, Mary."

The young woman removed her skirt — she wore no undergarments — and spread her legs. Where her pussy should be visible, Sue could only see a solid golden wire mesh which completely covered the girl's crotch area and her clit.

"I have punched exactly twenty holes in Mary's labia and clit hood. Then I have threaded wires through these holes and soldered them shut. It's all solid gold! And it can never be removed without being totally destroyed, can it my darling? Mary has been locked this way for one year now, and her tongue piercing makes it easier to do me. She, herself, can only get indirect pleasure, for example by stimulating her breast shields."

"Well, and there is her other orifice", said Mike, but the man shook his head.

"Turn around, Mary."

The woman made a bow and in her puckered asshole a massive plug became visible.

"This is an anal pipe. The plug can be unscrewed any time so that she can empty her bowels, but the tube itself is fixed permanently. From the inside there is a conic section pressing against her sphincter, the screw heads have been filed and polished so that this part can never be removed. Mary has been wearing this for about one year, too!"

Mike whistled with respect, and Sue was full of misgivings what might be in store for her one day...

The following weekend was rather silent, the only problem was the terrible pain in Sue's tongue which also kept her from eating at all. But she accepted it all, even when Mike told her that she would soon have to say goodbye to "normal" food anyway. He showed her that he had already started to collect provisions of semi-solid food for babies and protein concentrate for athletes.

As a diversion, she and Mike made some trips by car, through the surroundings of the city and up to the North Sea shore. He had one week of leave from work, too.

On Tuesday her tongue was no longer swollen. Finally they drove to visit Mike's friend from school, the orthodontist. Sue had been thinking about Mike's frequent contacts with that friend in the last weeks. And when she saw what the two of them had planned for her, it became clear to her why Peter (the dentist's name) had made a mould cast of her set of teeth some time ago.

"The whole procedure will take some time. I'm going to fix you down a little bit in order to avoid any problems", said Mike and started to strap Sue's body into the dentist chair with some ropes. Then Peter went to fasten a dental brace on her upper and lower set of teeth. The brace was meticulously bracketed and cemented. But something felt different about this brace... (Sue had once been wearing a brace as a child.)

Finally, Peter said: "Look here, Mike: with this key you can lock up her mouth permanently. To unlock it you'll have to insert the key into this small hole here in the corner of her mouth, then Sue will be able to open her little mouth again..."

Of course Mike had to try this out immediately, only to lock shut Sue's jaws afterwards.

So this was to be her fate! How was she supposed to ever go to the office again?