karlsburg2000
01-15-2009, 2:07 PM
I thought there was a dearth of stories lately and I have not posted much before. I have some more if you guys think its okay.
Ch 1
I was apprehensive for my session with Mistress Tamra. The last session had ended poorly for me and Mistress had not been at all pleased with my performance. In fact she made no attempt to hide the fact, stating that I would have to endure a rather unpleasant test of endurance at the next session. “Perhaps I will even turn on the magnetic floor, a few minutes of that should help your stamina next time,” she said. That was a statement that carried some intense feelings of dread for me. I was afraid when she used the magnet. I thought she always got a bit carried away with it. It consisted, simply enough, of a wire grid system encased inside giant yoga mat which was positioned on the floor. The grid system was attached to a rather large electro magnet beneath the floor and Mistress controlled the strength of the magnetic field with a hand held remote control. She had signal receivers fitted in all of her footwear and by turning the dial up or down she could affectively determine how much she weighed. The more she turned the dial up, the greater the magnetic pull downward on her feet and therefore the greater her body weight would be. It was like controlling gravity.
As a demonstration I once had to observe Mistress sitting on a platform scale placed on top of a reinforced weight bench, while she turned up the magnetic field. I watched anxiously as she dialed up the magnet. Her feet were several inches from the mat as she began to increase the magnetic intensity. The reading leveled out at 88.7 Kg as Mistress sat on top of the platform. I watched dry-mouthed as the indicator displayed her increasing pressure on the scale. As she reached 150 Kg she turned to me and smiled asking how I would like to be under her right then trying to perform a few pushups. I couldn’t answer. She snickered and continued to increase the weight of her six foot frame on the scale. The numbers on the display continued to rise, 180 kg, then 200 kg, and then 225 kg. As if sensing my growing concern, Mistress told me that I shouldn’t worry too much because the magnetic field limited out at just over 250%. I tried to do the math in my head but I was really starting to sweat and I just couldn’t do it. Mistress chuckled and continued turning the transmitter dial. It finally came to a stop at 235.05 kg. That should be it, she told me, that is the maximum. She asked me how I thought that might feel somewhere on my body. She quickly ran through a few options including my back, my head, my throat and face, my chest and stomach, and even on my shoulders as I stood. I told her that I thought it might feel quite heavy. She laughed in agreement. She went on to mention that she had several pairs of boots similar to the ones she was wearing and in various sizes. They would fit nicely on the feet of some of her associates. She thought some of the other Mistresses would welcome the opportunity to collaborate with her while she administered the treatment for my indiscretion. They may even want to adopt such a technique for use on their own insubordinate underlings. She said it would be fun and very arousing for her to watch me struggle to survive under the already intense combined weights of her and her friends and then to significantly increase that weight through the use of the magnetic field. I was sorry to hear that Mistress Tamra had enlisted the services of some of her colleagues for the next time in order to encourage me to improve my efforts in the future.
Ch 1
I was apprehensive for my session with Mistress Tamra. The last session had ended poorly for me and Mistress had not been at all pleased with my performance. In fact she made no attempt to hide the fact, stating that I would have to endure a rather unpleasant test of endurance at the next session. “Perhaps I will even turn on the magnetic floor, a few minutes of that should help your stamina next time,” she said. That was a statement that carried some intense feelings of dread for me. I was afraid when she used the magnet. I thought she always got a bit carried away with it. It consisted, simply enough, of a wire grid system encased inside giant yoga mat which was positioned on the floor. The grid system was attached to a rather large electro magnet beneath the floor and Mistress controlled the strength of the magnetic field with a hand held remote control. She had signal receivers fitted in all of her footwear and by turning the dial up or down she could affectively determine how much she weighed. The more she turned the dial up, the greater the magnetic pull downward on her feet and therefore the greater her body weight would be. It was like controlling gravity.
As a demonstration I once had to observe Mistress sitting on a platform scale placed on top of a reinforced weight bench, while she turned up the magnetic field. I watched anxiously as she dialed up the magnet. Her feet were several inches from the mat as she began to increase the magnetic intensity. The reading leveled out at 88.7 Kg as Mistress sat on top of the platform. I watched dry-mouthed as the indicator displayed her increasing pressure on the scale. As she reached 150 Kg she turned to me and smiled asking how I would like to be under her right then trying to perform a few pushups. I couldn’t answer. She snickered and continued to increase the weight of her six foot frame on the scale. The numbers on the display continued to rise, 180 kg, then 200 kg, and then 225 kg. As if sensing my growing concern, Mistress told me that I shouldn’t worry too much because the magnetic field limited out at just over 250%. I tried to do the math in my head but I was really starting to sweat and I just couldn’t do it. Mistress chuckled and continued turning the transmitter dial. It finally came to a stop at 235.05 kg. That should be it, she told me, that is the maximum. She asked me how I thought that might feel somewhere on my body. She quickly ran through a few options including my back, my head, my throat and face, my chest and stomach, and even on my shoulders as I stood. I told her that I thought it might feel quite heavy. She laughed in agreement. She went on to mention that she had several pairs of boots similar to the ones she was wearing and in various sizes. They would fit nicely on the feet of some of her associates. She thought some of the other Mistresses would welcome the opportunity to collaborate with her while she administered the treatment for my indiscretion. They may even want to adopt such a technique for use on their own insubordinate underlings. She said it would be fun and very arousing for her to watch me struggle to survive under the already intense combined weights of her and her friends and then to significantly increase that weight through the use of the magnetic field. I was sorry to hear that Mistress Tamra had enlisted the services of some of her colleagues for the next time in order to encourage me to improve my efforts in the future.