Controlling Christine, Book Two

Chapter Five-1

Chapter Five

Preparations

Christine

Danielle allowed me no more freedom than did my Master and so I resigned myself to the uncomfortable seat straps being cinched tight, confirming my state of helplessness. A moment later she’d also secured Antonnia to her seat then she backed out of the lane and zoomed off down the street, heading for the beauty salon.

Despite the enormity of control and ownership my Master already had over me, I was more than a little scared of taking this next, final, legal, and irrevocable step of a public wedding for it would legally formalize my bondage to him. I lay quietly and closed my eyes, trying to breathe deeply to calm my nervousness about the whole thing. Danielle had plans well in hand and our first stop was to get my hair and nails done. About fifteen minutes later we pulled into a parking lot, and after she’d released Antonnia, Danielle clipped the end loop of her leash to the seat belt shoulder harness mount, and left her to stand waiting beside the van, silent and red-faced about her public tethering. Danielle released my restraints and assisted me from the seat, then I stood quietly while she straightened my clothing, fussing over me like a mother hen.

Antonnia’s lead was released from its fastening, then she and I walked quickly along behind Danielle at the ends of our leashes like a couple of obedient pets, for truly, that is what we’d both become. Our heels clicked in staccato unison on the concrete sidewalk while we struggled to keep up with our Mistress; both of our faces flaming with embarrassment and the humiliation of being so blatantly restrained and controlled in public. It was still early in the day, so there were only a few people on the streets, and other than a few cars moving too fast for their drivers to notice anything strange about our little coffle of slavery, we were alone. Our progress was noisily marked by the tinkling of our skirt-concealed hobble chains, but both Antonnia and I tried to act as nonchalant as possible.

“Okay, Christine,” she said, taking a key ring from her purse, “I’m going to free your wrists from your ‘Belt so you can get your nails done. The technicians know you’ll have to recline, but they don’t know why, and I don’t want you doing any explaining. Once we go through the door, I’ll turn off your electronic gag, but your leash will still be active. Let’s go!”

We turned into the alcove of the beauty shop’s doorway and Danielle opened the door. Once inside, she quickly released our leashes then stuffed them into her purse and I looked around. The pleasant interior was empty but for us and the staff of five women. Thank goodness no one else was there, for I felt that I would have died of embarrassment, but unknown to me, my Master had paid for the exclusive use of the shop and the staff’s time for the entire morning, so we wouldn’t be disturbed once the process started.

“Hi, Danielle! Hi, Ladies!” one of the women said coming to greet us.

“Hello, Ramona.” Danielle smiled. “These are the two that I want taken care of today. This is Christine, the bride-to-be,” she gestured to me.

“Hello, Ramona,” I murmured.

“... and this is Antonnia,” she said pointing to her blue, leather-clad slave girl. Antonnia smiled nervously and said a quiet hello.

“Nice to meet you, Christine and Antonnia!” Ramona said, staring quizzically at my veiled face. “My co-workers here are Sandi, Roxanne, Julie, and Amanda. We’re going to work real hard to make you as pretty as we can for the big event, aren’t we ladies?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they chorused with smiles lighting their faces.

“One thing…” Danielle said, becoming serious for a moment, “You’ll see that Christine wears some very specialized facial jewellery. You might as well know that what she wears, ladies, is quite impossible for her to remove, as is her wish, and so I’d ask that you just work around it, okay?”

“That won’t be a problem, Danielle,” the owner said. “Will it girls?” she turned to the rest of them. They nodded their acceptance, all looking at me with deep curiosity.

I slowly removed my jacket while Danielle walked over to the side and beckoned to Antonnia. In the mirror, I saw Danielle quickly release her, remove her jacket and put it on a chair; casually tossing her own on top and concealing the hand enclosures at the ends of the sleeves. She spent another minute peeling the restrictive over-the-elbow gloves from Antonnia’s hands, then shooed her to one of the waiting chairs. When she was settled, Danielle came back to where I stood with the two technicians standing on the other side of the partially-reclined chair, waiting, and smiled at me.

“Okay, Christine!” she said, “I’ll help you into the chair, but first, let’s show these ladies your special jewellery up close, then they can get to work on you!”

“O-Okay, Danielle,” I whispered, my face flaming.

“Turn around dear and I’ll get you into the chair.”

I swivelled silently then felt her do something at the back, and the narrow upper strap that encircled my head loosened. She lifted away the veil’s face-following contour from the bridge of my nose and cheeks, where it had rested snugly since my Master had put it on. When I turned back to face the two waiting women, their mouths dropped open in shock at the sight of the small gleaming rings on either side of my nose, but I could see that their attention was actually drawn more to the thick, gleaming, steel U that hung from my septum onto my upper lip, and the inner one that was firmly clamped onto the fleshy divider. Too, my collar with its ominous rings at the front and back was revealed and I smiled tentatively at them then shook my head slightly, making my nose ring flip outwards. Antonnia reached up and flicked my hair aside to reveal the matching, doubled, silvery U’s embedded in each of my ear lobes, and all the others mounted in their grommeted holes, driven through the cartilage up and around the curve of each ear, then she spoke to the two women.

“All of these, ladies, are permanent. None of them can be removed,” she stated, “and you’ll find that there are a couple of fittings on Christine’s head that are also irremovable, so please exercise caution when washing and setting her hair.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they chorused, still staring at me with shock when they fully realized that I had no say in having to wear this so-called jewellery. To them, as with most women, jewellery is something they could choose either to wear or not, as the mood struck and so the concept that they could be required to have something they didn’t like or approve of fastened into their bodies, and be unable remove when they tired of it, was totally alien and utterly shocking. I could see the questions forming in their minds while they looked at my ‘jewellery’.

“Okay, Christine,” Danielle said quietly, “let’s pop you into the chair and let these ladies get started.”

She moved over to stand beside me then bent down and picked me up in her arms. I made my body straight and rigid, as I’d learned to do when I’d first been fitted with the longer Inhibitor Bar, then was slowly laid in the reclined chair. She bent down and straightened my skirt over my trembling legs while I shifted to get as comfortable as my hidden bondage would permit. I stared up at the three of them while they arranged sheets over me.

“Thank you, Danielle,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome, honey. Now just relax and let these ladies do their thing. I want you to be quiet too,” she said meaningfully, then walked over to her own waiting chair and settled herself with a sigh.

In a moment she too was covered with a set of drop-cloths while the technicians fussed around, beginning the process of preparing us for the ceremony. For the next three hours we were pampered by the staff, and after their initial reaction to my obviously restrictive adornments, nothing further was said, although when my hair was washed and set they all came and inspected the things mounted to my skull; oohing and aahhing with more shocked interest when the silvery, titanium assemblies were revealed, thanks to the water plastering my hair to my head. I had yet to actually see them myself, although my fingers had inspected their obvious permanence each time I’d washed my hair since they’d been affixed.

“What’re they for?” one of the women asked.

Danielle looked over at me, then at the technicians clustered around my head.

“Well,” she said, “Christine’s been fitted with them at the order of her husband-to-be so that she can wear special hats and stuff like that. Too, they can also be used to control her if he decides she’s to be leashed by either one.”

“Oh, wow!” was all the questioner said, then I felt the ring at the top of my head grasped and there was a gentle tug on it. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, feeling the redness of a blush colour my face when one of my secrets was further revealed, but she let the ring go almost immediately, as if it had burned her fingers, and resumed her work.

Danielle, sensing I was a little discomfited by her revelation, decided I needed something to take my mind off my embarrassment and, unseen by me, picked up the remote and turned it on! Each of my breasts, clamped untouchably within its Controller Cup, was suddenly assailed by mild needling shocks spiralling up from my chest, then around and around to my n*****s! I gasped and writhed from the teasing and mild torturing for even though the pulses weren’t particularly painful, they did make me want to reach up and massage my poor, abused and imprisoned flesh. It was only with the greatest difficulty that I remained quiet after my initial reaction. She turned her head and grinned at me in the mirror.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the girl working on my hair asked whilst I shivered from the continuing, hidden stimulations.

“Y-y-yes. I-I’m fine,” I gasped distractedly up into her worried eyes.

“Okay!” she smiled back at me and continued her work.

Danielle though wasn’t satisfied with just that stimulation, and touched other buttons on the remote. Deep under my long skirt and steel cover-plate of my chastity belt, the vibrators pressing against my c******s and inside the dildo hummed to life! The dildo itself began to slowly writhe then extend itself further up into my loins, withdrawing equally as slowly a moment later, then repeating the uncomfortable performance in a slow, mind bending cadence. I couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped my lips and the slight automatic rolling motion of my hips under the sheet while I tried to resist its unguessable, hidden assaults. Again, the girl paused and looked at me when I closed my eyes and struggled to remain still. Beneath the nylon drop sheet, my chest heaved with each in-drawn breath and I desperately longed to free my breasts of their tight confinements, but I knew that there was no possible way to do it. Oh God! Eventually, we were done and Danielle came over and assisted me from the chair while the technicians watched curiously, obviously wondering why I didn’t just leap up from it myself; yet they remained silent. Antonnia too got out of her chair and walked to where her coat and gloves sat then. She pulled Danielle’s aside and slipped the left glove onto her hand and arm.

“I’ll be there in a second, Antonnia,” Danielle called over.

“Thanks,” she replied over her shoulder.

In the meantime, Danielle gave me a quick inspection while I too looked over the way my hair and nails had been done. Satisfied, she turned and went over to where Antonnia stood waiting, moving between them and her, while the five other women watched me get ready to leave.

“Could I have my veil, please?” I asked Ramona, “And could you help me put it on?”

“Sure, honey,” she said and picked up the thinly rippling leather concealment, then came to me. The others followed her like sheep, watching while she fitted it onto my nose, then positioned it carefully over my face, just under my eyes. One of them, Roxanne, I think, walked behind and drew the narrow white strap up over my forehead, bisecting it, then ran it through the rings on the top and back of my skull and drew it snug. My veil was immediately firmly anchored to my head so that once more my facial adornments were hidden from public view.