Debbie Part 2

Debbie's body had adjusted to the corset during the night and she had gotten used to constriction, thinking at wasn't really so bad after all. Mistress saw to it that this stopped immediately. She sent the little fiendish corset-tightening robot to work again and before long Debbie felt like she was being crushed and couldn't breathe. Gasping for air she didn't put up much of a struggle; it was useless and she couldn't breathe properly. When the machine had finished Mistress measured her waist again: "Hmm. 18 inches. Still room lots of for improvement" she noted somewhat dismayed.

Mistress the tied her ankles again so that her legs were spread. As Mistress went around to her back and spread her ass cheeks, Debbie knew what was coming. She felt the intrusion in her ass and the pumping sensation that made sure that the intruder couldn't be expelled. Once again Mistress was thorough. After 5 enemas Debbie was crying, mewling into her gag, trying to make Mistress stop. Of course Mistress took no notice. She produced a water hose and washed Debbie in icy water. As she hung there, shivering from the cold, she was pleasantly surprised as Mistress rubbed a sweet smelling shampoo into her hair. The pleasantness stopped abruptly as Mistress washed the shampoo out with the icy water from the hose. As she hung there cold and wet Mistress began gently toweling her with a nice and warm towel. The shifts between brutal and gentle treatment from Mistress left Debbie very confused. And very aroused. As soon as Mistress touched her gently with the towel she began to get hard. By the time Mistress finished Debbie was throbbing with desire. The ache from yesterday's beatings was still there but now it seemed strangely irrelevant, like it was supposed to be there. After the drying, Mistress rubbed her with the sweet smelling cream again. The skin on her face and body, which would never again grow even the smallest bit of hair, began to feel very smooth indeed, even to her.