It all started many years ago. When I first met Steve, it was not exactly love at first sight. In fact, for the better part of our time together at Georgetown, we barely spoke. Not that there wasn’t some interest and even the occasional spark, but I was way out of his league. And with my reputation to protect, there was no way I was going to date him.
Before Steve and I ever met, I had a career as a professional ballet dancer with the New York City Ballet. I looked the part ‘ 5’6’ tall, 110 lbs, long blond hair, and endless legs. On top of it, I could do splits any time of day, and do pirouettes on my toes. My dating pool was largely the basketball team and on a bad day the football team. Steve was in neither ‘ not even close. What led me to Steve over time was the same thing that made me quit ballet, and kept me from having more than a handful of dates with any of my boyfriends. I had a brain. And I loved to play with people’s minds. Sex, for me, was almost 100% in the sexual tension that exists in daring situations, risk of getting caught, or sheer prospect of humiliation. And Steve was the first one to figure that out. It was the last week of our senior year. We were all getting ready for finals and parties. Steve and I had physics together and a couple of times we were in the same study group. After one of our last classes, he gave me a note as we walked out. I still have it ‘ 20 years later. It changed my life. It simply said: ‘Do you want to play a game? Be careful, if you say ‘yes’ there is no turning back. Steve.’ By the time I had read the note, I was totally captured in his spell. What the hell was he thinking? What ‘game’ was he talking about? I didn’t see Steve again until we had our finals. When we were done, I have him a note back. I have not seen it since, but I know he still has it. It had just one word written on it: ‘YES’. I had lost touch with Steve after we graduated, and even though I had a lot of other stuff going on, I kept wondering what his mysterious note was all about. Then, in the days before Christmas, I got a card from Steve. I did not really think that it would say anything other than the casual holiday wishes, but I still opened it right away with some anticipation. ‘Remember our game? Every year for the holidays, I will send you a present. I want you to take a picture of yourself in front of a Christmas tree wearing my present. If I receive the picture by December 31st, you will get another present next year. If I don’t, the game is over and you lose.’ I was more than a bit disappointed. Could Steve really turn out to be just a freak who wanted to see me in picture wearing sexy lingerie or something? After all that anticipation, this seemed like a big let-down. As expected, I got a little package from ‘Steve’ the day before Christmas. It wasn’t very big, but heavier than I had anticipated. To avoid any embarrassment in front of my family, I opened his box the night before. It wasn’t anything like what I had expected. I was thrilled! Inside the box was a shiny stainless steel collar. It looked to be just my size. If this is what he had in mind by seeing me wearing his presents, things were all of a sudden getting much more exciting. I explored the collar in a bit more detail. It had an elaborate locking mechanism, a tiny keyhole, weighed about a pound, and was just small enough to pass as jewelry. It was obviously a ‘slave collar’, but nearly passable as everyday wear. I had to try it on right away. It fit snuggly around my neck and I needed to give it a bit of a push to bring the two ends together behind my neck. Then the locking mechanism clicked in ‘ done. I looked at myself in the mirror and immediately adored my new jewelry. I was sure to take a picture of it and send it back to Steve. I was already thinking when might be a good time to wear it out in public for the first time. So many possibilities’. I went back to the box to look for the key”I should have known that there wasn’t one!!! Stupid me!! How the hell was I going to get out of this collar. My parents were going to come the next morning and I did not really want to introduce myself as their new ‘slave daughter’. I was mad as hell. What the fuck was this asshole thinking! As I fell asleep that night, I had dreams of being stuck in this collar for a lifetime. Humiliation, shame, and embarrassment followed me everywhere I went. It was the most erotic dream I ever had in my life! I experienced orgasm after orgasm in my dreams and didn’t want it to end ‘ ever. The next day, Christmas Day, I got another card from Steve. Finally he bothered to explain what he meant by the game. The rules were quite simple.
When the suction was broken, my nipple tried to pull back through the cone, but the needles quickly sunk into my nipple and kept it from sliding back. It was a truly devilish device. Like a nipple stretcher, it pulled my nipples out a good two inches, but there was no release. And it was not clear to me how I could ever remove them, short of cutting off my entire nipples. I was not surprised when nanny said that there was no key for my new nipple decoration. They would be permanent. The last four years, my life descended further into a daily routine of pain and suffering. Four years ago, I lost the use of my arms when they were locked permanently in a reverse prayer position to the back of my steel collar. Three years ago, my tongue was pierced and locked with steel clamps to the base of my teeth. Speech was nearly impossible. Two years ago, I received implants in my ears that eliminated all sounds. And last year, I was fitted with contact lenses that eliminated all sight. My life nevertheless continued. Nanny even got a specially made wheelchair for me so that she could take me outside. Of course, I was blind, deaf, and could barely utter a sound. Still, smelling the fresh air from time to time and feeling the wind around my face was a nice change from the electric shocks and pain that I now felt constantly. Yesterday was the 20th anniversary. This time Steve came himself. Of course, I could not tell, but nanny and I had over the years developed a way to communicate through hand touching and signals. It worked quite well. Through nanny, Steve told me what my final present was. Of course, I did have the option of having all my bondage removed and return to normal life. But after so many years, I could not imagine leaving the comforting, though painful, embrace of my various items of torture. Nanny took one last picture of me before Steve told me of my final present. She said I looked beautiful, despite years of torture and pain. But what nanny told me shocked me nevertheless. Steve’s present would be to end my life in an every increasing cycle of pain. Over the coming 6 days, the electric shocks would become ever stronger and more frequent. The corset would resume its gradual tightening. The collar around my neck would slowly begin to suffocate me. And the steel bands around my ankles, wrists, and arms would slowly crush my bones. And the rings around the base of my breasts would shrink until eventually my breasts would be sliced off my chest. I could not believe what nanny was telling me. But to make things much worse, I would not even slowly suffer and die in my own home. Instead, Steve would take me to his house in the country and lower me down an old well where I would die all alone. Without food or water, I might not even last 6 days. But if I did, my death would be slow and painful. Final words by nanny Steve had me check on Julie for the first couple of days. After three days, she was still breathing, but most of the bones in her body would be crushed by now. Her corset should have contracted to 12-inches, and her rib cage should be shattered. Her breasts looked like they had already begun to decay. I could see bugs feasting on some open wounds. Some of her internal organs have probably burst by now. I felt sorry for her, but she had her chance. Deep inside, I’m sure, she wanted this end. I don’t know when she died, and what caused her death. When I returned to check on her by the fourth day, there was only silence. Now it was time for me to fill the well back up with water.