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The story pregresses as he is made to wear female clothing and intimidated into letting others control, both his body and mind. (Fdom/M, tg, prost, orgy) *** INTRODUCTION This is the beginning of a series of episodes about poor Charles who ultimately loses all his male attributes. He had has a lifelong interest in feminine articles but is insensitive to his wife's needs and desire for family stability. Because of the stigma she feels may come from his indiscretions, his wife Paula decides to remove any trace of Charles and to create Charlotte in his place. Paula does this with my help. As Charlotte's real development takes place we will observe and enjoy "Her" dilemma and complete forceful and humiliating transformation into a total piece of fluff with no other purposes in life than to serve the furtherance of woman's beauty or to entertain a certain kind of man. In each case "Her" every action is controlled by others and "Her" sole role is to serve for their pleasure. No vestige of Charles will be left as it began nor will anything ever be the same again. It all began with a letter Charles received on Friday after being home ill for a week with an undiagnosed lower abdominal disturbance. March 31, 1989 Dear Charles: I had a nice chat with your wife Paula, the other day. We both agreed that you need a new direction in your life to help you stop playing this silly role-swapping game. She tells me that she has once again caught you attempting to wear some of her clothes. It is obvious that you cannot make up your mind what you are and how you should behave. Because of your insensitivity to Paula's position it is obvious that something must be done to prevent you doing irreparable damage to her reputation and security. Since you obviously are unwilling to take her situation into consideration we must take charge of your life for you. We've developed a plan to resolve every aspect of your weakness once and for all. Your business partners have already been notified that you won't be into work anymore. They received your letter of resignation from their association and have accepted it with regret but as you requested they will not attempt to meet or talk you out of your decision. Your share of the partnership, which amounted to over $100,000 has already been forwarded to Paula as you "Request ed." She has deposited it in her new account as well as all funds from your joint account. You will therefore be totally dependent on her good will and support in order to live. She in turn believes that living off someone else is inappropriate and that working for a living is good for the soul. Therefore, new employment more suited to your nature, has already been arranged and will begin as soon as you are appropriately prepared for it. The manager of the Sapphos Beauty Salon has agreed to take you on as an apprentice in their pedicure room. The Manager has been kind enough to send over the new uniform you'll be required to wear. Charlotte is how you will forever henceforth be known both legally and by everyone you meet. I know you're going to just adore the uniform. The cute little dress is all red satin with a strapless low-cut bodice and a sassy little full skirt. You'll have to wear several short crinoline petticoats to make it flare out properly. A lacy white apron will highlight your new tiny waistline ever so dramatically. Of course, we were at first concerned that it would be too small at the waist for your figure, but with the proper corseting, we know you'll look exquisite even if you are very uncomfortable and restricted in your movements by the severity of the corset. The loveliest pair of stockings was sent along with the outfit. Honey, they're black and very sheer with a seam running all the way up the back to the prettiest lace tops. These will of course show under your flared little skirt. She's also sent some cute little lacy anklets to wear over them. You're going to be just too sexy for words. You'll just die when you see the shoes you're to wear. They're red patent leather and have the highest heels I have ever seen. They must be at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. I can just see you in them now, forced to mince about the salon so carefully to keep from falling. That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control just to even walk. However the conditioning that will cause as a result of your being in such heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines. Now, because this salon has a very exclusive clientele, it's most important, dear, that you not embarrass us by misbehaving. To insure this, we have worked out a strict morning regimen to be followed the rest of your life. After your morning exercise and walk, you'll get to eat. However, from now on there will be no more he-man breakfasts. Just some toast and grapefruit perhaps. A little juice will be permitted, if only to help you swallow the special Estanil vitamins your wife has acquired for you. Then it will be up to the dressing room where I'm afraid your wrists will have to lashed to the lacing bar. This is of course to restrict your movement while you're being prepared for work each day. You'll be drawn up on your tippy-toes so we might lace in your corset a few more inches than what you've been used to up till now. I know that you will love the ultimate 19 inch waist which they require. For the first six months until the Estanil really takes effect, that dirty little thing between your legs will have a nylon cord loop attached to it and this will be drawn up between your legs and hooked tightly to the back of your corset. That way you will never be able to get an erection and expose yourself. Unfortunately, since it will now be pulled between your thighs, your walking will probably keep the end so irritated you'll never be able to stop some feelings from entering your mind, but you'll not have to worry as there will be no way to respond to them. Of course your own lovely toes will be polished and buffed whenever the polish needs redoing. Since you'll never again be allowed to have unpolished toes, this may have to be redone weekly. Since they adore red as a part of their basic Salon theme at the salon, you will use the brightest and sexiest red colors at all times for your hands, toes and lips. You have so admired my gorgeous long nails that you will have porcelain nail covers, good for six months, applied in 1 1/2 inch lengths as the very first action Paula and I take. That will however make it almost impossible for you to do much without our early help. In time, unless you wish to be severely punished, you'll learn to do everything necessary despite the terribly long nails. While you're suspended it will be much easier to draw up your beautiful new stockings as well. Whenever polish has to changed or redone, it probably means you'll be there for a while each morning which will tend, over time, to elongate and narrow your waistline as the muscles readjust permanent- lee. Of course the special medication, especially the Estanil, will also change the distribution of body fat particularly in your hips and abdomen. I'm sure you want the stockings to go on correctly with the seams as straight as possible. Next, you'll be buckled into your lovely new open toe pumps and the little gold padlocks, which are so cute, will be fastened to keep them on all day. Then, before we go further, your makeup will be applied while you're hanging so helplessly. We feel the extra time in that position is very important to your figure development. Special care will have to be taken with your lipstick, eye-shadow, blusher, and false eyelashes so as not to give away your secret to the ladies you'll be servicing. However, they will be most alluringly done as we want you to be the source of admiration and for them to have great desire for you and your lovely mouth. Some of these ladies have a special appreciation for a pretty thing such as you will certainly become. It will be very difficult for you to maintain your dignity and behave yourself unless you remember that Paula and the Manager strongly believe in corporal punishment for misbehavior. Of course your admiration for Paula's earrings was well known to us. As a part of your initial preparation we will have your ears double pierced and little gold stud sets placed in each hole in both ears. The lower stud sets however, have a loop at the bottom so we will be able to fasten those very large very heavy dangly earrings in them for nighttime. You have such trashy tastes in earrings that it seems we should make you wear those that will really draw attention to you. Perhaps you'll learn the reason nice girls don't advertise so blatantly. We've also acquired some special ointment to smooth into your little breasts. Most certainly you are under developed at this time. The label claims that in less than 30 days they'll swell out to be so soft and plump. Paula's gynecologist assures us that in combination with the Estanil the desired effect will be easily achieved, unfortunately at the cost of every aspect of your current disgusting masculinity which will end forever. To absolutely ensure the best results, however, and to preclude any immodesty on your part for the next six months, we've made the purchase of a very unique device. It looks something like the milking machines you see on a dairy farm, and essentially, that's what it is. It only has three suction lines however. The main one's purpose is obvious. The other two have hemispherical attachments that will attach to your budding bosom and will greatly enhance the effect of the special ointment. Its pulsating pump and light electrical stimulators, will not only beautify and enlarge your sweet little breasts but the main line will relentlessly drain you every morning of your nasty ungirlish fluids. With the Estanil however, your little nipples will become as tender as can be. Unfortunately you will therefore be incredibly stimulated whenever you are on the machine and you will know almost unbearable discomfort. There is a fourth part to this unit which will be inserted in your new "Pussy" to stimulate you during the process both for conditioning and to ensure that all your ungirlish fluids become available for draining. In time there will be no further generation of such fluids because all parts of your body which do so now, will become useless and impotent. However for the time being, that which is drained from you will be replaced, through your new "Pussy' by using Premarin ointment. You will thus become very used to a burst of squishy fluid gushing into your body orifice every day. Under this regimen you will naturally become more and more docile. Your body shape will change completely and will resemble Paula's. How perfect - you're going to look just scrumptious and become so incredibly desirable. Our program will insure that you are molded in both mind and body to better suit your new situation. I hope your new clients appreciate our efforts. As you kneel at their feet to remove their panties and stockings, not only, need they not fear any misbehavior, but I'm sure the sight of such plump little breasts spilling over your bodice will endear you to your customers. You'll have to be quite careful because this salon's special customers just love to tease a visible nipple and yours will be so sensitive and easily responsive to painful pinches. Unfortunately, your new work uniform does little to shield even your current tiny bust from such attention. As your bust grows they will not change your uniform. They just love a very, very busty look and as such you'll have to suffer the consequences more and more every day. Who knows, after polishing and buffing a customer's toenails as they sit before you; after replacing their gossamer nylons and exquisitely high-heeled sandals, you may be rewarded with something more than a few dollars as a tip. If one day you feel a beautifully nailed hand on the nape of your lovely neck forcing you forward toward her womanhood; if as you lap at the nectar-filled fountain between her nylon encased thighs, you think of us with a heart filled with happiness and gratitude, we will have done our job. Best of all you will begin to want and need the feel and taste of a male organ. Soon that desire will become almost uncontrollable because your original sexual emotions will have been totally replaced. So that you may properly earn additional money to support your new clothes habits and personal needs, I have arranged for a very special escort service to offer your services to that selected group of very dominant men who love to have an expensive and stunning looking but orally satisfying she-male complete their evenings entertainment. As such you will be busy all day and then for many evenings you will be learning about fulfilling all the many demands that men place on women. I am sure that you will develop many talented capabilities centering around your mouth and ultimately your new "Pussy." In all of these cases, however, you will be in great physical danger if you do not do exactly as your "Companion" wishes no matter how repulsive and disgusting it may seem. I will think of you often over the coming months and I will be pleased at how helpful I have been to you and Paula. Your loving sister, Kay The panic set in as Charles realized he was trapped. Fear flooded his mind and he began to shake. As he put down the letter he began to feel nauseous again and passed out little realizing that his wife had been feeding him special medicine all week. EPISODE 2: THE CHANGE BEGINS Charles felt himself being shaken at the shoulder and Paula's voice saying, "Charlotte... Charlotte... wake up, its morning and you'll be late for your appointments. You're lucky you don't have to start work till Wednesday. You have so much to do today and tomorrow and your first appointment is at Noon. It's already 8:30 a.m. Now be a good girl and get up and shower." I found myself waking up and feeling as if my whole face had been bruised. When I raised my hands to my face, I almost poked my eyes out because of the long nails at the end of my fingertips. I realized that despite it's soreness my face was baby smooth. "What day is it?" I asked. Paula replied, "Why it's Monday morning. You've been asleep since Friday evening recovering from your abdominal distress." "What happened to me? How did I get these nails? Why is my face so sore yet so smooth - I don't remember shaving? This mark on my arm looks like I have had a needle inserted - what happened?" Paula began by saying, "First of all do you remember your sister Kay's letter? Well while you were unconscious on Saturday and Sunday, we have been very busy." The shock of my sister's letter hit me. I remembered it all and my stomach began to churn. Paula continued, "For the past two days and nights you have been under some intense treatment. Your face has been treated by electrolysis and then packed in ice. By tomorrow there will be no swelling or different feeling. "The mark on your arm was made by a slow IV drip of concentrated female hormones for about 8 hours Saturday night. They will have a very dramatic starter effect. You were given a quick permanent but that will all be changed today. As for the nails, well they were added on Sunday and painted as you can see. However, that was also only temporary as was your pedicure. "A careful examination of your own body when you enter the shower will also reveal that you were treated with electrolysis elsewhere as well. However, you will be required to shave and maintain your own legs and underarms. In a short time we will switch you to an Epilady for your legs." My hands began to explore ever so quickly. Yes, my hair was very curly and the area around my pubis seemed unnaturally smooth. I tried to get up out of bed and realized that I was in a short nightie instead of my pajamas which I normally wore. On the floor were a pair of frilly slippers and a peignoir lay across the foot of the bed. The room I was in looked strange. I didn't remember a girl's room in our house. There were only frilly pretty decorations and furniture items in the room. I realized that this must have been my at home office but none of my things were there. I could see an open walk-in closet where all my business records had been but there were only clothes in there and they weren't men's clothes either. Paula helped me out of bed and that's when I saw my sister Kay. She was dressed quite severely in black leather and had a riding crop in her hands. Paula led me to the bathroom and helped me strip and enter the shower. She said, "You'll find soap, and a pretty pink razor in the shower. When you come out I want every trace of hair off your legs and underarms or I'll have your sister punish you. Do you understand me?" she concluded. I said I did and with tears in my eyes began to strip the hair off my legs and underarms. When I finally finished and had washed my hair as she told me to do, I was allowed to leave the shower. I felt so bare and denuded standing there naked as a jaybird. As I looked in the mirror I saw that my pubic hair had been trimmed till there was only a little triangle left. As my hands moved to explore the area and its bareness, I almost gasped as I saw the picture of my scarlet nails next to my flaccid sex. It looked so sexy and evil that I started to get excited. I looked down and began to play with myself ignoring the mirror. With a loud swish, Kay's riding crop struck my hand as it clasped my member. I screamed in pain and everything collapsed. "If I ever catch you doing that again, you'll regret ever thinking of it again. Do you understand me?" she said as the tears streamed down my face. I blurted out a tearful sobbing "Yes oh yes I promise I won't do that again." I heard myself saying it as the tears poured out driven by the searing pain. When I had stopped crying, Paula came into the bathroom and said, "Now let's brush out your hair a little." It had begun to dry and they wanted it to be fluffed out which is exactly how it ended up - full and curly and quite expanded in volume. "We are going shopping today and you have a beauty shop appointment at noon. Till then we will be getting you ready for your very first outside trip. You'll never be this unpretty again. From here on in each hour will be an improvement over the day before," she added. Then they did my makeup very lightly saying that a full job would be done at the salon. My eyebrows were already shaped in a very feminine arch. "The electrologist took care of that for you. Isn't nice those ugly manlike brows will never be back," Paula said. I wanted to cry but there wasn't even time for that. A light daytime base and blush were applied and then lipstick to go with the color on my nails. Other than that not much was done. I was given a padded bra which I was told to fasten around my chest. It was so difficult with those very long nails. They showed me how to hook it with the back turned to the front and then to pull it around and slip into the straps. Of course in my cross-dressing excursions I had done this but now it seemed different. They led me into the bedroom and proceeded to lace me into a corselets. As they struggled to close the ends by tightening the laces I began to have trouble breathing. "She will have to get used to the Lacing Bar today. Let's take her into the garage and do this properly," my sister Kay said. With that they led me out to the garage and then hooked my wrists into the straps on the ends of the bar that hung from the ceiling. They loosened the laces on the corselets and hoisted me into the air so that my feet were not touching the ground. I could feel the effect as they had far less difficulty lacing the corselets till they were satisfied. "After all she is only going to be in a summer skirt and blouse for today. There is really no need to lace for the evening yet," Paula said. Then they brought out the nylon cord I had read about in that terrible letter from my sister Kay. It was doubled and at one end made into a loop. That loop was then fastened around the end of my member. With little ceremony, they pulled it painfully between my thighs completely up out of sight. I could tell that they then tied each separate end to the back of the corselets after pulling it up the crack of my fanny. I mean I was smooth just like a woman in front. With that out of the way they let me down and released my hands from the bar. The pressure on my body became instantly evident as all the weight that had been suspended, shifted to try and press downward. It was restrained by the tight corselets. My breathing pattern changed and I could only take short wispy breaths. Then I was given a very, very small or shrunken panty girdle and told to put it on. I realized it was full sized garment but very elastic and restrictive. As I tried to put it on, I realized it had no fanny in it. I had seen one of these in a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog once. "This will further flatten your tummy but it will also make your fanny very mobile as you walk. It should draw all kinds of male and female attention Charlotte," Paula said smiling wickedly. "No stockings for you today my pretty little hussy. You're headed to the beauty shop for a complete treatment including a professional pedicure which will also serve as part of your training for your new job. You'll wear these skyscraper Candie clogs, barefoot with your pretty painted toes for all to see. "By the way, several of your ex partner's wives also patronize the shops we are going to today. Who knows perhaps you'll see someone you know or better yet someone who knows you. Of course if you are made up properly and behave in a completely feminine way, you'll be safer. In either case neither your sister Kay nor I care how embarrassed or humiliated you are - you've earned it," Paula said bitterly. With that they dragged me back into the bedroom and sat me down in front of the mirror. My face was made up in what I thought was a bit "tarty" of a look and I was given a blouse and skirt to put on. The blouse was white and had a V neck and the skirt was denim, very snug over my fanny and hips and then just below the knees where it was the snuggest it had a pretty full flare to it. I could tell that I wouldn't be able to take long steps but there would be quite a wiggle to my walk. I asked for a slip but was told, "We want you to feel the full effect of the wind playing across your bare legs." Then to make matters worse large clunky silver jewelry with incredibly heavy drop earrings. They hurt and I said so as they were fastened tightly to my ear lobes. I was unceremoniously laid over my sister's knees, my skirt pulled up and my bare fanny tanned with her riding crop. She really had to work to get my skirt up because it was so tight and form fitting at the fanny. That made her more angry than before. The crop strokes stung really bad and I found myself kicking my feet trying to stop the pain. "Oh look," Kay said, "She does that so well. I can see we are going to enjoy this and so will Ms. Demanda at the Salon. If you mess your eyes we will only do them more dramatically and you'll look more like a trashy girl." I fought back the tears and stopped complaining. My bottom was so warm I could scarcely stand it. I was allowed up and as the last item they gave me a wide very tight white elastic and leather waist band. It was almost 4 inches wide and when I put it on, my waist looked like half its size. The feel of the denim on my poor sore but bare bottom was electric. As I looked down, the sight of my scarlet toenails in those bare strap skyscraper Candie heels was very stimulating, but when I tried to walk, the movement of my inner thighs near my groin across the head of my penis had me almost electric. How could I be that way every day I wondered. The mere act of walking would stimulate me each time my leg moved. Paula saw the look on my face as I tried to walk in those heels with my male organ trapped deep in my crotch between my legs. She had a wicked smile on her face again and I could tell she and Kay were really enjoying my dilemma. "Oh are you having a problem Charlotte dear?" she asked. "Are those heels uncomfortable or do you need some higher ones?" she continued mischievously. Kay chimed in saying, "Are you having some other kind of difficulty Charlotte dear? You seem to move your hips as if to keep your inner thighs from touching and it makes your fanny really move dramatically. Walk for us back and forth so we can watch," she added and then slapped her riding crop against her boot. I did as I was told and discovered that within minutes I was so stimulated that I was shaking. "We'll have a great time today. We're headed for the Mall before the Salon and then when you're all done at the Salon, back to shopping. I bet we cover five miles walking today," Paula added. Oh god I thought, I'll never make it. They wouldn't do this to me I thought and then realized that Paula's bitterness about my actions must be far deeper than I thought. If I could only go back and change my actions. All the while they had been dressing as well. Paula came out in slacks, a crisp blouse, cute little skimmer flats and a sweater over her shoulders. "It will be so comfortable wearing flats all day. I just don't know how those girls can shop all day in spike heels," she teased. Already I was feeling the effect of being in heels for only half an hour. "Kay will not be coming with us but will meet us back here later this evening for your first deportment training session," Paula added. What a relief I thought. That woman is a terror and she really loves Paula - she'll do anything for her including destroying her own brother. Paula took me over to the couch, made me sit down and coached me on ladylike sitting and standing. Then she said, "We will be out all day and there will be no let up. If you do not do exactly as I say every time I tell you to do something, I will expose you in public and you will probably go to jail. I am taking my camera along for today and we'll get some lovely shots for your new scrapbook. You will at all times act in a ladylike manner and speak in a soft feminine voice OR ELSE. "You look very pretty and very feminine so act that way. There is no going back. I am sure you will just adore the new life that is facing you when you think about it, however, I don't care if you do or don't. It is cast in stone and so it will be forever." I could feel the tears welling up inside me but controlled them so I wouldn't ruin my makeup. With that little lecture over, she helped me to fill a big white purse to match the heels and told me to go get in the car. I did it not knowing what I was in for or where it would lead. I only knew I was trapped with no way out in a nightmare I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams. My life time punishment for my insensitivity and carelessness had begun and already I was feeling doomed. EPISODE 3: A VISIT TO SAPPHOS BEAUTY SALON I found myself seated in the front seat of the car, a lovely sports model, in racy red. "How nice - it matches the fire in my polish," I found myself saying to Paula. "You never realized a woman does all sorts of such things. When I picked out this car and the color you couldn't have cared less if I remember correctly," she said mockingly. "You'll never again fail to pay attention to colors of that you can be sure my little tart," she added. I felt so embarrassed at her comments and the pouty way she said things. It made me feel cheap and trashy. I hoped she would not continue in that way when we were out in public. We arrived at the biggest Mall in town and as Paula parked the car, I realized I was in public and facing the world this way for the first time. I began to tremble and go weak inside. She reached over and slapped me across the face saying, "Ok girl lets get to it, unless you want to go to jail. Get out NOW and wait for me over there by the store entrance. I want to take some photos for your new life scrapbook." I opened the door of the car and did my best to try and get out in a ladylike manner. It was damn near impossible and she just stood there taking pictures as I tried to get out gracefully. "We'll show these to my sister Kay and see what she thinks about teaching you to do things right," Paula said with a wicked look on her face." I stepped up on the sidewalk next to the entrance and saw my self in the store window. I looked at myself in that blouse and skirt. The blouse was white and had a V neck and the skirt was denim, very snug over my fanny and hips and then just below the knees where it was the snuggest it had a pretty full flare to it. I could tell that I wouldn't be able to take long steps but there would be quite a wiggle to my walk. I had asked for a slip when I was dressing at home, but was told, "We want you to feel the full effect of the wind playing across your bare legs." To make matters worse large clunky silver jewelry with incredibly heavy drop earrings had been added to my costume that day. They hurt as they had affixed them very tightly to my ears and now as I walked they really pulled and tugged at my earlobes which were already quite sore. As I looked down, the sight of my scarlet toenails in those bare strap skyscraper Candie heels was very stimulating, but when I tried to walk, the movement of my inner thighs near my groin across the head of my penis had me almost electric. I had almost forgotten that they had "Bridled" my organ with the thong and pulled it up between my inner legs. Every time my legs moved to walk one or the other inner upper thigh literally "Massaged the head, how could I be that way all during the day I wondered. The mere act of walking would stimulate me each time my legs moved. Paula saw the look on my face as I tried to walk in those heels with my male organ trapped deep in my crotch between my legs. She had a wicked smile on her face again and I could tell she and Kay were really enjoying my dilemma. "Oh are you having a problem walking Charlotte dear?" she asked. "Are those heels uncomfortable or do you need some higher ones?" she continued mischievously. She kept on saying, "Are you having some other kind of difficulty Charlotte dear? You seem to move your hips as if to keep your inner thighs from touching and it makes your fanny really move dramatically. We'll have to be careful as the men in this mall will really be attentive to that incredible walk you have developed so quickly. All this went on as we walked toward the inner mall. I was in agony from excitement. First of all the being out dressed this way was so stimulating and the stimulation between my legs doubled the effect. It wasn't easy to walk in those heels and yet they were only 4 1/2 inch clogs as I late found out. We had a Noon appointment I was told so we only had time to go to The Wild Pair shoe store. We soon arrived there after about a fifteen minute walk. At least the skirt allowed me to move my lower legs in some normal fashion of a stride. It was going to be easy I thought. This "Heels" thing was duck soup I said to myself. We entered the store to find a good looking young man waiting on people. Paula told me to sit down in a chair and I did. She wandered over to the sample shoes and picked out at least a dozen pair of the wildest heels I had ever seen. He came over to help us and she said, "Charlotte here needs a complete new shoe wardrobe, however, she has trouble with her voice and I have to help her pick out what she needs for work and play. She really doesn't care for comfort as much as dramatic appearance and a great ankle and leg line. Isn't that correct dear," she concluded as she turned to me. I realized I had to nod my head and did so with quite a wide eyed frightened look on my painted face. The young man said, "Well you certainly have picked out the wildest we have. Based on her size I may have some in back that are even higher heels if she can handle them. I must tell you however, that they really force a dramatic look to the derriere because of the muscle control that is required to balance in them," he added. "Wonderful," Paula said. "Lets get on with it because we have a great deal to do. Giver her a pair of panty hose to put on and lets see what you have. "Now Charlotte, step in back and slip these panty hose on over your girdle then come back out and let's begin," she said as she handed me the package of panty hose from the salesman. I was mortified, but scared so I did as I was told and stepped back in the stockroom to get into the pantyhose. It was a bitch trying to pull them on without breaking a nail and with that tight skirt. Finally I was ready and went back out. "Let's start with the skyscraper red patents - the ones there with the little padlock on them," she said to the salesman. "Oh Charlotte honey, they are adorable. You're going to be just too sexy for words. I was horrified and yet entranced by their appearance. They were red patent leather and have the highest heels I have ever seen. They must be at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. Paula started in again with that wicked mischievous tone of innocence in her voice. "I can just see you in them now, forced to mince about the salon so carefully to keep from falling. That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control just to even walk. However the conditioning that will cause as a result of your being in such gorgeous and sexy heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines." The salesman was instructed to put them on me and when he had them buckled on I was told to stand up. I almost keeled over on my face. I mean I barely could stand let alone walk. I was told to walk to the mirror. It was terrible. I had to take the tiniest of mincing little steps just as she had predicted. I mean my poor fanny muscles worked overtime and my thigh muscles were in knots after ten minutes. "Just stand there and let me look at you a while," Paula said. "Now turn to the left. No when you pause turn your forward foot outward as a pose. They'll want you to do that in the shop because you will be on 'display' just like 'merchandise' as I am sure you know and for that matter want." I was ready to collapse but all Paula did was give me orders. Turn, pause, stop, step back, she carried on. She asked the salesman for those shoes in every color and had white, red, black, gold and violet patent all in "My size." At $60 a pair I was aghast, but then I remembered, it was all my money I no longer owned. Then he produced the next thing Paula had chosen. It was a very pointy toe pump with a gold spike heel. The heel was metal and tapered to a pint about the size a building nail. When my foot was forced into those, the narrow toe was agony. Once again the same routine of walk, pose etc was repeated, this went on an on through almost twenty styles and we ended up with some 35 pair of the most incredible heels I had ever seen. None of them had decent respectable heel heights. They were all impossible for work but I had NO CHOICE AT ALL. Paula paid the bill, over $1200, without batting an eye. "Why don't you wear the red heels to the shop at least for practice," she said wickedly. "I can hardly walk in them I tried to whisper, but her look was pure poison so I sat down and let the salesman put them back on me. He told Paula, "I'd be happy to carry these out for you. I have a cart here that will do the job." Paula agreed and we left the shop. I was in agony and Paula loved every minute of it. Those 6 inch heels were so tall that I had to take very mincing steps of maybe 6-8 inches but no more than 10. She headed right for the car while I struggled after her. I could tell my hips moved so dramatically as a result and the effect on my poor "Bridled" member was murderous. Once at the car, I fell mercifully into the seat. Those high heels however made my whole body change position forcing the instep even further forward as I sat. Paula demanded I keep my feet flat on the floor exaggerating the effect on my poor calves. We arrived at SAPPHO'S BEAUTY SALON just at noon as scheduled. I was told to get out and go on in while Paula parked the car. Panic started to set in when she said, "Remember, I already have enough on you to ruin you forever so do as you are told." I did, struggling still in those heels. Once inside I was approached by the severest but most dramatic looking woman. Her makeup was flawless and her black hair was in a huge full pony tail. "Good morning Charlotte, I am Mistress DeManda. Today you are my customer but starting Wednesday you'll be my new apprentice. Let me look at you dear... Yes I think you'll work out quite well. Oh I see you are in those darling heels Paula told me about. I am so happy you feel compelled to wear such exaggerated heights because our customers will adore the effect and it will be so complimentary to the pedicurist couture we require." I was speechless as she took my hand and led me through the shop to the back room. I noticed that all the customers seemed to wear the same type of garment. Once inside she told me to "Strip." I was getting the full makeover treatment today and clothes were unnecessary except for my shoes. She produced a pair of very high Candie wedges that would leave the whole lower foot area around the toes completely bare. "We'll be giving you a complete pedicure today just as you'll be ding for the next few years to all our customers. I want you to pay a great deal of attention as it's done," she said. With that I was made to strip off everything except my cincher and "Bridle." "Lay up on this examining table," she said. I looked at the table she pointed to and realized it was similar to a physicians table with stirrups. "Yes dear it is just what it looks like. Some of our lady customers prefer different types of massages and we try to please them. I want to prepare you so that today is a day you'll remember for the rest of your life. Now DO AS I SAY, THIS MINUTE," she ordered. I obeyed and once on the table her assistant entered and held down my hands as they were strapped to the table sides. "Good, now put her heels in the stirrups." I was totally exposed to their view and so humiliated and embarrassed. Next they brought out the machine I was to learn was similar to what Paula had told me of. Small cups were attached to my breast areas, with a little clamp on each nipple underneath. Then my "Bridled" male organ was temporarily freed while a metal sheath like device was placed over it. It was then pulled back between my legs and next a shiny metal plug with a wire out its end was produced. They took some KY jelly, applied it and inserted it into my rectum quite forcibly. I opened my mouth to protest and a large cock-shaped dildo was forced in as I tried to speak. Each arm was separately removed from the tie-down and bit by bit I was dressed in a silk-robe type affair which concealed everything. I was allowed to sit up and Ms DeManda spoke to me. "You have two choices Charlotte. If you agree to be quiet and not protest, we will remove the gag and you may appear to everyone outside this room without it. You'll look normal as your beauty work is done over the next four hours. If you do not agree or go back on your word, you'll be gagged by this or other worse items and be further embarrassed. Which will it be - suffer in silence or in embarrassment as well?" Well after all, I had no other choice so I nodded a tearful agreement. With that I was handed the high wedge heels and once on, I was led from the room to the hair salon. I was seated in a chair and without a moments warning everything in and on my body began to tingle and vibrate. Just then Ms. DeManda came up and said, "Your program today should take about four hours or so. We have you schedule for a tint and tipping, Perm, restyling, manicure, complete pedicure and facial. After the facial we'll do a complete makeover on your makeup. You should be on your way to the party by 6 p.m. or so." That terrible instrument inside me buzzed at varying rates on and off incessantly and my poor male organ was being "Milked" incessantly I could feel drops of male fluid oozing out of me moment by moment. My poor little tits were already so stimulated. How could I last for the next six hours I wondered. I began to shake as an orgasm pulsed through me but I really didn't enjoy it. I felt like a woman must when she has to perform for an inconsiderate man. Was this just the beginning? As I lay back for the wash and the next steps my mind was all a buzz. So much had already happened that day and there was the night to face next... if I lasted through the day. EPISODE 4: A BEAUTIFUL WORK OF ART My waist felt tortured by the tightness of the corset I wore and my poor nipples were so sore from the short period of electrical stimulation. The cups over my 'breasts' seemed to rotate and massage them incessantly. The little erection the milking unit allowed was ending as I felt more male fluid dribbling from me. There was a small vacuum jar on the shelf in front of me, with the clear hose running to it. Gradually it began to fill with what I realized was my cum. How disgusting I thought. Little did I realize what they were planning for that stuff. I was tilted back and my hair shampooed and a rinse applied. Then, talking all the while to me, the attendant bleached my hair into a shimmering blonde color. She said, "We'll add the streaks and highlights later dear. "I'm sure you'll love this blonde color. I guess you like the tarty look from what Ms. DeManda told me and this color will do it. The girls who work in the topless bars and the hookers all have the same color. In your case the streaks that we'll apply later will make it a very sexy look." I wanted to cry when she said that. Then, another gal came in and started trimming and shaping it. Next a setting solution to ease the permed look was applied and I was put in rollers. The smell was terrible. They led me to another room where, I was placed under a drier hood. While there, a manicurist and pedicurist, came in to work on me. They redid my nails adding some more length to the tips. The pedicurist, started by stripping all my polish off. Then she took a special tool to the calluses and rough spots. Next she worked over each toes cuticles shaping and trimming, working oil into them and softening the foot. Next a massage with coarse salt to further take off dry skin. Then a hot oil massage of each foot. It took her quite a while to do each foot. Then ridge filler was applied to each toenail, allowed to dry and a second coat applied. Next she carefully applied three coats of polish allowing 30 minutes between each to set up. Her work never seemed to end on my feet. Next came two separate coats of acrylic overcoat. I realized she had been at my feet for over two hours, working most of the time bent over, almost hunched over. I began to think about how that would feel, tightly corseted as well. "We are getting a new apprentice pedicurist, later this week," she said. "I'll be so glad to have her to help me. I am exhausted when I go home each night. These women have so many special demands they make of me too. I sometimes think they expect me to do more than their feet. I'm sure glad you aren't making those kind of demands on me. The new girl is going to take care of those special demands however," she added. I was aghast as I knew who that new girl would be. I wanted to protest but the better side of me made me be quiet. When my hair was dry, the attendant came in and took me out from under the drier. All the while the "Unit" had been working on milking me, massaging my breasts and exciting my "Pussy." I was a nervous wreck. My feet looked so pretty that I was in fact pleased. I slipped my feet back into the Candie wedgies and followed the attendant who led me to the main part of the salon. There the rollers were removed, and a stylist combed out my hair. I was shocked at how pretty and sexy the style looked There facing me was a woman with a very, very sexy attractive and feminine hairstyle. Then I was moved on to the makeup booth. My face was stripped clean of makeup and I was given an hour-long facial. Exfoliation, peel, scrub, moisturizing, foundation, and makeup were each done in turn. "Since you are going to a big party tonight, I've been told to make your makeup really hot looking - smoldering was what they told me," said the makeup lady. "Apparently there will some prospective clients there for you to meet," she added. Party tonight? I hadn't recalled that but then I remembered the comment when I entered the salon earlier. What new torture and humiliation were Paula and Kay planning?? Oh well I thought to myself I have no choice but to endure. Smoldering was right - the eye makeup was deep and dark accent highlights were everywhere. My eyes looked like deep dark pools of mystery. By now I had been there for more than four hours. In the mirror, I saw a woman's face so gorgeous I couldn't believe it. Ms. Demanda came by and commented, "Yes, oh yes... I like the look and so will the men tonight. You'll have such fun tonight Charlotte. I am afraid however, the men will really hit on you because that look say "Catch Me Come Fuck Me" in spades," she cooed. "Oh Charlotte honey, you are adorable. With the clothes that Paula and Kay have planned for you tonight you're going to be just too sexy for words," she continued. I was horrified and terribly apprehensive. "Come with me and we'll remove your "unit." I am sure you have really been drained and stimulated beyond belief as well," she said. With that we went back into the 'examining room'. I was made to get up on the table again and everything was removed from me. Because I was so stimulated from the plug in my "Pussy" I almost lacked muscle control. They took a large Super Plus Tampon and lubricated it with Premarin cream and inserted it well up into me. "There that will help if you develop some drainage from today's treatment," she said. "Here is a small package for Paula, be sure she gets it," she continued. The package was some kind of vial in an envelope. "Well now you have an idea of how our salon works. I'll expect you here, properly uniformed day after next for your new position. Make sure your "uniform" is exactly as it should be and don't bring any lunch or snacks with you. We work from 9 a.m. till 6 p.m. every day. Now put your clothes back on and we'll have you ready for Paula. There is one more stop she wants to make with you then you'll be going home to get ready for your evening out," she concluded. I got up to get dressed and found my clothes. Soon I was once again in the denim skirt, blouse, heels and jewelry ready to go. "Go stand out by the corner and wait for Paula. Your bill for today will be deducted from you earnings and beware of strange men," she said. I gathered everything up and left. Out front, I saw the corner she referred to and headed there to wait. All of a sudden I realized I must look like a pickup on a corner waiting for someone to proposition me. Several cars with really good looking older men stopped and tried to pick me up as I stood there. Well thank god I didn't have to wait long. Paula showed up and told me to get in the car. "We are making a quick stop and then going home to dress," she said. She pulled up at a small shopping center and went into a store specializing in earrings. "Hello Gail, thanks for staying open for us. I want Charlotte's ears triple pierced please. Make the lower a set of large gold studs with the attachment loops on them. Make the other two CZ studs in graduated sizes," she said to the proprietor. "My she is a pretty girl," said Gail. "You realize that these will have to be treated daily morning and night with alcohol and kept in for up to six weeks. However, with her looks, and that makeup, we probably should go for really dramatic long drop earring on the bottom to keep that hot look despite the effect it will have on men who see her." Paula responded, "Oh she loves those trashy long dangly earrings and she can't ever get enough of men so it will be ok. Well Charlotte, aren't I right about what you like and your desires about men?" I wanted to rebel and say no, but I was so frightened. They took my wrists and both led me to a chair forcing me to sit in it. Then my hands were tied to the arms of the chair. Next they pierced each ear as Paula ordered and when they were done. I was taken over to a case where Paula picked out the wildest and largest earring I had ever seen. While Gail was doing all this, Paula was taking pictures. "These can be modified now so that they'll fit on the loops on the bottom studs and later converted to regular pierced earring style," Gail said. Paula told her to do that and then put one pair on me. They literally touched my shoulder when my head was a little tilted toward either side. This pair had little bells that tinkled whenever my head moved. Wonderful I thought, just what I need more attention calling mechanisms. With that we paid for everything, almost $200 worth and left. "Want to stop in a bar for a drink, Charlotte dear, I'm sure we can find someone to talk to," she said as we headed for the car. I protested that sine we were "Going out tonight I needed time to prepare," to which Paula responded. "How nice that you recognize that need to be perfect. There may be hope for you after all. Your sister has been shopping for your outfit for tonight and was really excited on the phone when I talked to her. She really can be very creative when she wants to be," Paula concluded. I was in a small panic with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Kay could be such a bitch and her idea of glamour was often just short of out and out blatant bitchy slut. When we arrived home, Kay was there and she came out with her riding crop hanging from her wrist as she filmed our arrival with her video camera. Inside the house I found a mound of packages all with my name on them I dreaded what I sensed lay ahead. EPISODE 5: PREPARING THE LURE "My feet hurt and I'm tired," I complained. Paula turned toward me with a wicked smile on her face and said, "Well my dear, I think I can solve both problems for you. What you need is some muscle relaxation and to be off your feet for an hour or so." I responded, "Oh thanks for understanding how I feel." She told me to kick off my shoes and strip. Kay stood there filming with that damn videocam of hers as I peeled off the clothes. Once I was down to panties, bra, and corset, she took my hand and proceeded to lead me to the garage. All of a sudden, I realized that the rest would come at the expense of my waistline. I was unable to fight off her strength as she fastened my wrists into the straps on the ends of the lacing bar. Soon I was pulled up in the air and "Off my feet." "There that should give those poor feet a rest before the party tonight," Paula said wickedly. "I'll just bet you are full of those nasty male juices again aren't you... I thought so," she said noticing my face. With that out came the milking machine and it was hooked to my member. It began to throb and suck as if I was some sort of milk machine draining me dry till I hurt in side. I hung there for the next hour as Paula brought out a most severe corset and held it up in front of me. It looked so severe and scary. It had wide rigid bones all over it and brutal looking laces. All the while that milking machine kept up its incessant sucking on my poor flaccid member. She removed my brief corselets and then with my sister Kay's help began to lace the new longer corset around my torso. I was right... it was so strong and unbending. I could feel my poor waist being squeezed smaller and smaller. "Let's measure her and see how close we are," Kay said to Paula. They brought out a tape measure and I winced as Kay said, "She needs to go down over an inch more to make 21 inches." Paula responded, "Well she was at 23 inches all day and her regular waist is 28 so I guess we can do it. I can't wait till we get her waist down to 19 inches though." Tears started to form in my eyes as they pulled and tugged. Finally after Kay put her knee in the small of my back, she exclaimed, "There... finally it's closed. Let's measure her now..." As they placed the tape around my waist I heard Paula gasp and say, "Twenty and a half inches... That's perfect." They left me hanging there as they reaffixed black seamed stockings on my legs pausing to make sure the seams were straight. Then they added a tremendous amount of mascara and eye- shadow to my eyes. In the mirror in front of me I could see the deep and trashy black look that they created. Then Paula brought out the new earrings and hooked them to the studs with the rings that had earlier been put in my ears. Next came those incredible red patent heels from earlier in the day. They had the highest heels I have ever seen. They must have been at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. Paula started in again with that wicked mischievous tone of innocence in her voice. "I can just see you in them tonight, forced to mince about the party so carefully to keep from falling. "That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control all night just to even walk the smallest amount of distance. These are also your work heels so I know the conditioning that they will cause as a result of your being in such gorgeous and sexy heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines." The milking unit was disconnected and then Kay picked up the shoes and headed toward me. As she and my wicked sister Kay put them on me and then buckled them on I was told to stand up. They were high enough that they allowed my feet to just touch the floor even suspended as I was. I almost keeled over on my face. I mean I barely could stand and lord only knows what was going to happen when I tried to walk. I remembered how it was in the shoe store earlier in the day, but then I was not so severely corseted. They released my wrists from the lacing bar. I was told to walk to the mirror. It was terrible. I had to take the tiniest of mincing little steps just as she had predicted. I mean my poor fanny muscles worked overtime and my thigh muscles were in knots after just a few minutes. I was instructed to walk back and forth for quite a few minutes and to be as feminine as possible. Kay had her yardstick in her hand and when I hesitated, it came slashing through the air striking my fanny just above the stocking tops where my skin was the most tender. Charlotte moved her bottom back and forth as he stepped unsteadily. She felt like a girl, and to her surprise, enjoyed the feeling. She began imitating a sulky siren walk. "Oh, that's nice," Paula complimented, "But not quite so much. It's going to be a little difficult to get it right. If you don't sway enough, you'll look like a man - but if you sway too much, people will think you're a hooker." She eased up a bit, keenly aware of the garters pulling on her nylons and the bouncing breasts encased in her lace bra. "Now, Charlotte, I've got something that will always remind you that you're wearing a dress," Paula offered, picking up a red crinoline petticoat. It ruffled loudly as she held it for up me. "This will make a nice swishing sound every time you move," she said, shaking the waistband. The many layers of satin, lace, and crinoline rustled and swished as she did so. "That should look just darling on you," Kay remarked, entering the room again with her videocamera. Paula agreed and held the waistband open at my feet so I could step into it. Stiffly, I lifted my feet, and Paula slid the rustling petticoat up my legs and into place. It was extremely short, shorter than it appeared when held up. It barely covered my garters and panties, and I realized that the slightest bending of the waist would put my lacy intimate lingerie on full display for everyone to see! Paula pulled the hem of my camisole down over the petticoat, swishing my skirts loudly as she did so. "And now for the final touch," said Kay opening a finely decorated box. "A nice frilly black and red dress!" She lifted it from the box and held it up for me. Like the petticoat, it was extremely short. It was obvious what the designer (probably my bitchy sister Kay), had intended to do - it was not at all meant to display the charms of the female body, but rather her lingerie. The glistening black fabric it was made of was shiny and translucent. Although Charlotte couldn't see through it, he could see his wife's hand through the skirt as she held it out. The neckline was ringed with a red high lace collar, and two rows of ruffled lace converged at the center of the bustline from the puffed sleeves. The high waist was gathered in a wide band extending from under the bust to the waistline of the skirt. The hem of the dress and the short sleeves were decorated in matching white lace. It was extremely feminine, and reminded Charlotte of a frilly maid's costume. "Well, Charlotte, how do you like it?" Paula said interrupting my thoughts. I looked at the dress again and was immediately aware of the silky, frilly lingerie against my body. The ruffled petticoat tickled my thighs. I felt sexy I had to admit. I wanted to feel the dress caressing my feminized body. "You don't have to answer if you're embarrassed, Charlotte," Paula said. I was relieved. "Just turn around and raise your arms over your head." I felt the skirt flutter down over my head. "Careful of her hair," Kay advised, holding the skirt out away from my head. The two women tugged the dress down over my feminized body, smoothing the skirt out over my petticoats. The ruffled lace and crinoline peeked out from beneath the skirt. Kay zipped it up in back, then the two of them stepped back to admire their handiwork. "You look lovely, Charlotte and so very sexy!" complimented Paula. "How does it feel?" "I really feel like... a girl," I answered. There was excitement in my voice. She chuckled. "I should hope so! You certainly look like a girl!" A few seconds later, she added, "Now walk to the end of the room and back, and then tell me you don't like it." I did so, mincing my steps unsurely because of the terribly high heels. My skirt and several petticoats made an exciting froufrou with each step, and I was keenly aware of the lingerie sliding across my smooth body. my breasts jutted out over my flat stomach. It was terribly exciting! I stopped and looked at Paula, saying nothing. "She can't say anything she is so overjoyed. Let's keep it that way," Kay said. With that she produced a bright red ball gag and forced it into my mouth while Paula held my arms. Then Kay tied it in a double knot behind my head. "I thought as much," she smiled. "My, isn't she the prettiest little thing?" Kay remarked to Paula. I could feel the color rising in my flushed face as I blushed profusely. "Now come and see yourself in the mirror. I am sure you will make the most attractive PARTY MAID anyone could ever rent for an evening! I am also sure you will earn every cent of the money our friends have paid us to use you for the entire evening and that their over 100 guests will keep you very busy as will their male friends." I was trapped, painfully and brutally laced in, painted and exposed but totally unable to protest because of the very effective gag. My wrists were pulled behind me and handcuffs snapped on them. Then I was led to the car and placed in the back seat while Paula and Kay returned to the house to finish dressing for the party. Left alone helpless and looking like a total sex object, I contemplated my evening in total panic. EPISODE 6: PARTY TOY What was it Paula had said as she finished dressing me she thought to herself as she sat there handcuffed and gagged? "I am sure you will make the most attractive PARTY MAID anyone could ever rent for an evening! I am also sure you will earn every cent of the money our friends have paid us to USE you for the entire evening and that their over 100 guests will keep you very busy as will their male friends." Then she thought about the dress she was wearing and how she must look. The neckline was ringed with a red high lace collar, and two rows of ruffled lace converged at the center of the bustline from the puffed sleeves. The high waist was gathered in a wide band extending from under the bust to the waistline of the skirt. The hem of the dress and the short sleeves were decorated in matching white lace. It was extremely feminine, and reminded Charlotte of a frilly maid's costume. It was obvious what the designer (probably my bitchy sister Kay), had intended to do - it was not at all meant to display the charms of the female body, but rather her lingerie. The glistening black fabric the dress was made of, was shiny and translucent. Although I couldn't see through it now, when Paula had held it up in the light I could see her hand through the skirt as she held it out. The entire tops of my gartered stockings showed at almost every moment. As I sat there in the back seat of the car everything was exposed almost to my crotch. I wondered how could any normal man not be tempted let alone some pervert. I began to shake with fear and panic but could say nothing so effective was the bright red gag. Every time I moved my head those big trashy dangly earrings swung pulling strongly at my ear lobes. The pull of the garter straps across the back of my thighs when I was sitting was enormous as they cut lines into the soft flesh of my legs. Even worse those terrible 6 inch heels forced my feet into such an exaggerated position while sitting I was in unbelievable agony. Because I was in the back seat, my toes were quite trapped against the back of the seat bottom which held them to the floor. I would almost welcome standing and that thought made me want to cry. Without realizing what I was in for, I found myself praying for my nightmare to end yet it had not even started. After almost an eternity which was more like half an hour, Paula and Kay came out of the house. They were stunning, each in skin tight black leather outfits. The leather glistened and their bodies were so well defined that they looked almost Amazonian. Both had changed their hair style till they wore identical long black ponytails with the hair pulled sleekly into the ponytail. They were actually in jumpsuits and wore heels that seemed to tower upward with no end. I noticed that my bitchy sister Kay had a cat of nine-tails fastened to her belt and Paula carried a long riding crop. Their earrings were massive and resembled spiked balls at the end of gold chains. I was overwhelmed at the dramatic look of their makeup. It was if they were a couple of Dominant Mistresses out of one of my old sex books. I was both excited and in fear when they arrived and got into the car. Paula began by saying, "I told you that you would be doing additional work to earn your keep. Tonight will be your first evening as a "party toy" at the local swingers club meeting. The only problem is that this "swingers club" has a different idea about how to have fun. The car started up and soon we were on the road. We arrived at a mansion style home about 30 minutes later and were met with an electric gate. Kay spoke into the gatepost and it opened allowing us to drive up to the mansion. At the door we were met by a liveried footman and escorted from the car. Before we went in Kay produced a wide shiny leather belt with rings on each side. She un-handcuffed me and replaced the cuffs with a leather strap around each wrist that had a snap hook on them. Then she hooked each wrist cuff snap to a ring on each side of the belt. I was still trapped but my pretty clawed hands shown properly as if I had my hands held waist high. We rang the door bell and were greeted by a very domineering tall butler. "Please enter Mistress Kay," he said. We entered and I saw a large party area off the foyer. "Master Paul is in the library. He is expecting you and your contribution to tonight's fun," he added. Paula turned to me and said, "You will be paraded through the party area to be inspected by the guests and then assigned to serve cocktails and other things for the evening. I shall be watching you as will your sister Kay. If your performance is not perfect, you will be given to one of these men to do with as he sees fit for the evening. If that happens he will return you to us tomorrow morning to continue your preparation for work on Wednesday. Most of these men and women carry their own punishment instruments, so you may well be tested, teased, or punished as they see fit. I have arranged for your garter tops to show quite well unless you walk absolutely upright and your dress is completely smoothed down. If that happens, you may expect to be spanked on the exposed area until you are corrected and show nothing. The tray you will use to carry your drinks will however, be able to be held without me releasing your hands from where they are now. We'll see you in a couple of hours. Now follow James the butler and after being introduced to Master Paul make the rounds introducing your self properly and be sure and curtsy," Paula concluded. James led me off to Master Paul. It was so difficult to walk on the polished floor. My steps were so short and mincing due to the terribly high heels they made me wear. I lagged behind him painfully. He turned around an glared at me saying, "Hurry up bitch or Master Paul will tan that pretty bottom until it glows." I tried to move faster and in the process slipped and fell. Without my hands to help me I could only struggle there on the polished marble floor. A towering man came out of the nearby room and stood over me. He had three friends with him all of whom were incredibly handsome but mature men. I felt so embarrassed as my pretty crinoline petticoats were hiked up to my waist revealing my bare leg tops, garters, and panties for everyone to see. "She has no modesty. Just look at her hussy display," one man said. "We ought to give her an object lesson right now," the other said. "I agree," said the younger one, "But lets explore her charms a little before we show her off. In any event, that bottom and leg tops need to be warmed to be seen at their best," he added. He snapped his fingers at James and pointed to me and then towards the room they came out of. Unceremoniously James picked me up and placed me over his shoulder. His one hand was forced up between my legs to hold me there on his shoulder. I could say nothing because of the ball gag and was otherwise totally helpless. Once in the room, James went over to where Master Paul was sitting. He was sitting on a straight back chair and I was laid over his lap. I thought I knew what was coming. Holding me down with one hand his other hand began to roam across my pantied bottom and all over my legs paying particular attention to the tender and very receptive area above my stocking tops. Little pinches began and caresses followed by more forceful exploration and manipulation. I began to warm up And soon my blood was pounding in my head. My face felt flushed. He kept this up for what must have been twenty minutes. Periodically he would move his hand in front of my nose. The pungent aroma was maddening and then without warning the edge of my frilly panties was pulled down revealing my bare bottom. More caresses, pinches, exploration and semi penetration began and had me so flushed I was dripping. I sharp slap sent a shattering pain through my hips and another followed. It stopped and was followed by more attention to my bottom and legs. Then he changed instruments and used a paddle. Each sharp stinging slap was followed by an other till I counted ten. I was sobbing but could say nothing. Laid over his lap as I was, I could feel a raging hard on under me. My spike heeled feet kicked rapidly trying to ease the sting in my bottom. His friends gleefully said "Look at that rosy glow on that luscious bottom of hers. Its charming and so erotic." He stopped and said, "I feel the need for relief my pretty toy. If I remove your gag and substitute my cock, do you think you can prevent more punishment?" I hurt so much I nodded yes and so James lifted me off his lap. Then he stood and Master Paul undid his slacks and dropped his shorts. I almost choked when I saw the size of his member. It was massive in diameter and easily nine inches long. James dropped me to my knees in front of him and removed my gag. "Alright bitch," he said, "You know what to do. If I have to force you, you'll be forced all night and simultaneously whipped and paddled." I didn't want that and with that I leaned forward opening my mouth as wide as I could. My head moved slowly forward toward the purple veined swollen phallus. Where was tonight headed I found myself saying as I leaned forward. It was then that I heard the sound of the videocamera being switched on and saw the lights. EPISODE 7: DOWN, DOWN, DOWN They had removed the red ball gag making it possible for me to take Master James' sex organ into my mouth. I wanted to gag as my face neared the massive purple veined monster. There was no way for me to avoid it however hard I tried. They had threatened me with having to do this all night and worse being paddled and spanked while it all went on, with me being forced to do it at their pleasure. I felt I had chosen the better of two evils but then the lights and videocamera went on. Being filmed doing this terrible thing and obviously not looking like I was forced into it, would really imprison me I felt. I wanted to cry wondering where my "New" life would next lead me. There was still the whole evening ahead and Paula's threat to leave me with one or more of these men if I failed to please them. All this raced through my head as I leaned over him. I knew that if I could kiss, it, I could suck it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and lowered my head but it would not go in. It was too big, and, it was also too dry. Oh how must a woman feel when she was forced to take something like that into her body I wondered silently. I almost cried in frustration. I wanted so desperately to do what they wanted out of fear but, it looked like I was not going to be able to. I realized that if it was lubricated it might be easier to fit it into my mouth. I leaned over and gently began to lick the shaft up and down, nearly spitting all over the head, and that ugly peehole, as I licked the cock. My tongue snaked around the head and glans leaving large amounts of saliva. I could tell the bastard was enjoying it as they egged me on. Then, it was there right at my open mouth and I found myself taking all of his cock into my mouth. I felt like I was going to gag because it was so massive and also so slick from my licking. As my teeth barely touched him he shuddered. "That's it bitch, lick it and suck it. Make me believe you can't get enough of it," he said as a strap whistled through the air striking my fanny bottom. I tried to pull back but my head was forced further over his member. "Do it or get some more of the lash," they said. I began to suck and lick and massage him. He was so massive and filled all of my mouth I almost couldn't breathe. It began to pulse and seemed to expand even further. He began to move from side to side and I moved with him. Those damned lights kept shining my way and I knew it was all on tape. His hips tensed and I knew what was coming. He gushed into me filling my mouth as it spilled down my throat. His member was so large it literally plugged me up and didn't let any slip away. After a minute, my head was pulled back from him and held back so nothing could run out of my mouth which was by then, full. The taste was salty and gooey. I must have made a wild picture as that slash of carmine lipstick glared through the cum all over my lips. Then he stood up and milked his cock of more draining it into my open mouth. I felt so embarrassed and degraded. How could they use someone like that? Is this what women are made to do? "She really likes it. Look how she is swallowing everything and not missing a drop. I'll bet she just can't get enough - what do you think," Master James said to his friend. I began to sob uncontrollably and felt sick to my stomach. Just then Paula came into the room and the camera lights went off. "Your new toy is quite receptive to us," said Master James. No I am not I wanted to scream but I held my tongue. "Well," said Paula, "She has a long way to go with her training and she is just beginning as I am sure you can tell. We expect that she will be completely useful and able to earn her own way as a paid evening companion within a month or so. She also starts work on Wednesday at Sappho's Salon as an apprentice pedicurist." "You know," said Master James with a wicked smile, "We ought to make her someone's companion for the evening. It would certainly be a way to add to her education." Paula responded, "Why not tomorrow night, she is quite appropriately dressed tonight to be of general cocktail service or even French Maid service as an alternative which is what I had planned for her. She so much needs to learn to be immediately responsive to any request or order no matter what," Paula concluded. "I see what you mean," said Master James, "I will make mention of her obligations tonight and your desires to my guests. I am certain that she will be presented with sufficient opportunities to be responsive. I trust you will want to be advised if she fails to 'perform' when required." Paula answered, "Actually I'll be watching, but lets add an INSTRUMENT BELT so that your guests can apply their own punishments if she simply doesn't meet their expectations or whims at the moment." "Excellent," said Master James, "I have just what we need here." With that he reached in a drawer and brought out a 3 inch wide leather belt. It had hooks on it and then he brought out a selection of leather paddles, crops, a short cane and mini cat-o-nine-tails. First they unhooked my wrists from the belt already around my waist and removed it. The new belt was then fastened around my waist and buckled even more tightly than my already tightly corseted waist. This belt also had the rings on each side so that they could hook my wrists to it. Like the other belt, it allowed my hands to hold a tray at my waist. With that Paula took my hand and led me into the party area. As we passed the bathroom, she made me go inside where she fixed my smeared makeup. I looked so bad and the effect of what Master James made me do, had my makeup looking even trashier. Paula fixed me, but to tell the truth I thought I still looked like trash when she was finished. I realized that if I was asked to do anything that required my hands being more than stationery, I would be unable to meet their demands. All of a sudden I realized that I was trapped and that I was destined to spend the evening as the object of some terrible and humiliating abuse. Then before I could say anything Kay grabbed my arms. As she held them, Paula forced the red ball gag in my mouth and tied the leather thong tightly behind my head. Immobilized, I was given a tray of drinks with instructions to wander through the party and to "Serve" people as they wanted "Being sure to be polite and respectful and making sure that I addressed everyone I served." Paula then hung a small sign on the front of my dress over the tray. It said: IF YOU WISH TO USE MY MOUTH PLEASE REMOVE THE GAG REPLACE IT WHEN THROUGH IF I AM NAUGHTY - PUNISH ME THANK YOU - CHARLOTTE "Well, my little TOY you are properly prepared. If you don't learn your lessons well in the coming weeks, tonight will be a reminder of how you will earn your keep instead of how I have your future planned. If you do learn your lessons over the coming weeks and if you do well in your training at the salon, your future is assured, but never as it was and always as others wish it to be," Paula concluded. With that I was sent into the crowded party. Hands were everywhere and they had no mercy as they roamed, pinched, kneaded and probed. I was never able to respond to their questions and thus I was repeatedly punished most of which was quite abusive or degrading. By the time the evening was over every bare inch of me was red and sore. My poor legs ached and the calves seemed like they were permanently cramped from those brutally high heels. The balls of my pretty feet ached. I swear that many of the hands had long merciless nails. Had these women no decency when it came to another "Woman's person." Worse yet, Paula kept announcing to everyone that I worked at Sappho's Beauty Salon and was available for special services during the day. As the party moved on the aroma of pot filled the air and I began to get a little giddy. Someone took the tray out of my hand and the next thing I knew I was on my knees in front of a gorgeous woman. Hands held me as they untied my gag and removed it. Without so much as a word my face was forced into her musky pussy and I was told to lick till she came. It seemed like forever and still she wanted more. Then her friend next to her demanded the same thing. While this was going on someone behind me pulled my panties down and began to fondle my ass cheeks. Their insulting fingers explored everywhere. I couldn't do anything with my hands hooked as they were to my belt. The first woman slipped off the couch onto the floor. She held my head forcefully into her bush which was so slushy. In the meantime my fanny was lifted in the air and I felt a small object plunged into me. It began to vibrate and pulse driving me crazy. The musky smell filled every part of my mouth when suddenly the thing in my bottom gushed into me. Then it was removed and I felt what must have been a huge plug inserted in its place. Hours had passed since the party started. I was a shuddering wreck having been used in every way I could have imagined. I tasted all sorts of things in my mouth. That terrible huge plug in my bottom was so uncomfortable as well. When they took me into the bathroom, I saw a terribly sleazy looking tramp in the mirror. There was no question that I would remember this evening. No matter what they planned for me from now on, I would willingly do it rather than go through this again. I felt degraded, used, and abused. I realized that my life was not my own to live anymore and that I truly was the property of Paula and my sister Kay. I must have passed out at that point because I can't remember anything else. When I awoke the next day, Tuesday, I faced another day of training for work on Wednesday. I felt horrible, tasted terrible and dreaded the idea of facing myself in the mirror. My poor bottom was so sore and I felt stretched. The worst part of the whole experience was realizing how frequently this might be my future. Paula came in with a syringe and injected me with its contents. After telling me she was "Boosting my female hormone level," she directed me to the bathroom and began my training for the day. EPISODE 8: PREPARING FOR HER FIRST DATE The light burst into the room as Paula opened the curtains. Then while I was still trying to clear my eyes the television went on. Paula had inserted a tape and was playing it. As my eyes focused and I was able to get over the discomfort of the plug in my behind, I saw myself on television. I wanted to vomit I was so upset. Every conceivable debauched thing they made me do was recorded on videotape. From each disgusting scene, it could be seen that I would do anything. I didn't remember it but apparently I had willingly done whatever I was told to do and worse, I seemed to be openly participating. "Yes my dear Charlotte," Paula said, "You really do seem to enjoy eating pussy and sucking cock. Actually I've already had several calls this morning asking for your availability as an evening companion." Several women have also called to check on when you start at the Salon. They apparently are regular customers there and want to be sure and have you take care of them." "Tell me I didn't really do all those disgusting revolting things I saw on that tape... please, please say it didn't happen," I pleaded with tears forming in my eyes. Paula simply looked at me and said, "Why Charlotte dear thing, you not only did them, you enjoyed them. Do you want to see the part of the tape where you begged for more? Kay and I had to restrain you near the end of the evening... you were insatiable. I don't really know what came over you after that second drink." "Oh no... no... no!" I sobbed. How could I have been so wanton and disgusting. This huge thing in my bottom. What is it and why is it there?" I asked tearfully. "Well it seems that you propositioned one of the bigger men last night and then were unable to accept his member as you offered to. Your sister and I don't ever want you to be in that circumstance again. For that matter when you begin dating for a fee, that could be fatal, so we have decided to add to your training sooner than we planned." "On a regular basis you will wear a variety of such appliances to develop a more pliable "pussy." We want you to have as much "flexibility" of acceptance as we women do so that you are neither injured when earning your keep nor embarrassed." I gasped, "What do you mean by that. What will these companion evenings involve?" I said. Paula began, "As I told you last week, you are starting a new life. Its far more than just wearing a woman's clothes. You will become one in every way... doing, living, feeling and suffering as we do. However, for many years I have enjoyed the company of some very special and very affluent but unfortunately quite demanding and often debauched women. They particularly enjoy totally sissified boy girls. They are quite able to pay for anything they want and as a part of it all they enjoy the total humiliation of men. I too enjoy that, but have not had the money to indulge myself. Your money and your insensitivity are the answer to that need. They came together at the right time. Everything I told you would happen will, and tomorrow you start at the Salon. However, your training must include teaching you to serve our group's desires and also to serve men. There are many men who enjoy she-males. A she-male is a completely converted man who has the "Plumbing" of a man yet can pass totally in public as a sexy alluring totally devoted sex partner and social companion. You will learn to do ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING to and for these men and they in turn will use you as their own sex object. All of the methods of the world's greatest and most skillful prostitutes and submissives will be taught to you. Your body will be completely reshaped and conditioned to serve all of the needs of these men. They in turn will pay quite well for your services and I will receive that money to support our home and my own needs. From now on, you have no other purpose in life than to serve the furtherance of woman's beauty or to entertain those certain kind of men." She had told me this before, but never in such final detail. Then without giving me time to reflect, I was dragged from the bed to the bathroom. "You have a visit to the doctor this afternoon and then we are meeting a prospective escort for cocktails at 6:30. There is much to be done." She made me remove that horrible butt plug first, then I was given a long cleansing enema..."To properly clean my pussy..." she said. I was handed a glass of grapefruit juice for "Breakfast. Then I was forced into the shower after having a shower cap pulled over my head. It seemed as if the water was trying to wash away my agony, but it didn't. At last my skin glistened and I stepped out. "Brush your teeth," Paula said, "mustn't let bad things collect in our love machine." Next I was instructed to apply scented lotion all over as before. Strangely my nipples seemed a little sensitive. I didn't realize how massive the hormone doses had been or how potent they were. At least they had let me sleep till almost noon. Now then it will be up to the dressing room where I'm afraid once again your wrists will have to be lashed to the lacing bar. As I told you before, this is of course to restrict your movement while you're being prepared for work each day. Once again, you'll be drawn up on your tippy-toes so we might lace in your corset that few more inches than what you are comfortable with. We are working toward a special goal for you and I know that you will love the ultimate 20 inch waist which your work uniform will require. With that they brought out a new corset slightly longer than the first corselets but nowhere as monstrous as the one from the night before. They then began to proceed to lace me into the corset. As they struggled close the ends by tightening the laces I began to have trouble breathing. "She will have to get used to the Lacing Bar today just as you thought. Let's take her into the garage and do this properly," my sister Kay said. With that they led me out to the garage and then hooked my wrists into the straps on the ends of the bar that hung from the ceiling. They loosened the laces on the corset and hoisted me into the air so that my feet were not touching the ground. I could feel the effect as they had far less difficulty lacing the corset till they were satisfied. "Do you think we should milk her again as yesterday," Kay asked. "No, The doctor wants her as near normal in daily fluid as possible," Paula answered. Then they brought out the nylon cord I had been wearing and which I am sure was invented by my sister Kay. It was doubled and at one end made into a loop. That loop was then fastened around the end of my member. With little ceremony, they pulled it painfully between my thighs completely up out of sight. I could tell that they then tied each separate end to the back of the corset after pulling it up the crack of my fanny. I mean I was smooth once again just like a woman in front. I was left suspended as they fastened stockings tightly to my garters and then spiky heeled bare sandals were put on my feet. As I looked down, the sight of my scarlet toenails in those bare strap skyscraper heels was very stimulating, but I knew that when I tried to walk, the movement of my inner thighs near my groin across the head of my penis would once again have me almost electric. I remembered that every time my legs moved to walk one or the other inner upper thigh literally "Massaged the head. How could I once again be that way all during the day I wondered. The mere act of walking would stimulate me each time my legs moved. I was then lowered to the floor and tried to stand up. My whole body reacted as I began to breathe in that upper chest manner that was so sexy. Paula saw the look on my face as I tried to walk in those heels with my male organ trapped deep in my crotch between my legs. She had a wicked smile on her face again and I could tell she and Kay were really enjoying my dilemma. "Now let's see here," started Paula, "She has a doctor's appointment and the we have some shopping to do and then a date with me for cocktails at 6:30 and who knows perhaps she'll end up with Max." With that I was led back to the bedroom and given clothes to put on. First a white bra with those horrible wool backed prosthesis. Already my nipples were so aggravated. It felt as if someone had been nipping on them. Then bare bikini panties and a slip to match. Next a three quarter sleeve length blouse and a straight and very snug white skirt. However, it seemed awful short. I put the blouse on and with great difficulty buttoned it. Next the skirt and I soon realized it was a mini skirt. I mean it was so immodest I was blushing. Paula and Kay just reveled in my embarrassment. I mean if I sat down my garters and stocking tops would show. "Max loves long legs and is really turned on by garters," Paula said. "Yes," chimed in Kay, "Since you are just the same as merchandise being put on display, we want the maximum effect so his anticipation will be high enough to pay the fee you DEMAND," she finished. When they had finished my makeup I was told to get my purse and wait out front at the car. I looked like a cheap hooker in that skirt and there I was, outside at the car while they finished up inside. We headed off to some place and when we arrived, it turned out to be a doctor's office. Inside led to a room remove my blouse, skirt, and slip. "What no dressing gown," I cried out. The pressure on my poor member was immense and in those heels and lingerie, I was so ashamed. A male nurse came for me and led me to an examining room. I was told to take off my shoes and get up on the table. I obeyed and once on the table the doctor's assistant entered and held down my hands as they were strapped to the table sides. "Good, now put her heels in the stirrups" she said to the male nurse. I was totally exposed to their view and so humiliated and embarrassed. I was miserable and ashamed and ready to cry. Then the doctor came in. She was a stunning dark haired severe looking woman with fine hands and long nails. She began to examine me in every private nook and cranny. She removed my bra and manipulated my nipples until I was ready to burst. They were so sore and tender before she started but they were beet red when she finished. All the while she kept telling Paula and Kay how well the Estanil hormones were working. "She'll be ready quite soon for her first surgery to stretch the skin," she said. Then she probed my shrunken sac. Her fingers found each shrunken gonad and squeezed it hard bringing tears to my eyes. Then she used her finger to push them each back up into the body cavity. The thong was loosened, and a small triangle of material with a cut out for my member was fitted to me. "There she must always wear that for the next four weeks and the natural body heat will totally inhibit any restoration of their capacity. Wishing the next two months there will be no more male hormone generation," she said. "We'll bring her here weekly for a check to make sure," said Paula. Then the thong was refastened as before. I was ready to swoon as they unfastened my wrists and made me get dressed. The pain and discomfort from her doing what she was indescribable. I tried to fix my makeup but Paula had to help me. "We'll have such fun tonight Charlotte. I am afraid however, this man will really hit on you because once again your look says "Catch Me Come Fuck Me," she cooed as she worked on my eyes. "Oh Charlotte honey, you are adorable. Tomorrow night after work, it will be the same. With the clothes that we have planned for you, you're going to be just too sexy for words," she continued. I was horrified and terribly apprehensive as we headed for my "interview." EPISODE 9: INTERVIEW WITH HER FIRST CLIENT We were in a store called The Wild Pair who are well known for their very sexy heels. The salesman was a real aggressive type and I shuddered just looking at the bulge in his cheap tight slacks. A woman sleeping with him would have to be so "Flexible" it was scary. "How may I help you," he said as we entered. Paula responded, "My niece here is so shy but adores sexy spike heels to wear with her miniskirts and at work as well. As you can tell she is tightly corseted and will require your special attention." Paula really enjoyed telling all that about me and grinned wickedly. I didn't need any more shoes I told her and with that she pulled me over her lap and smacked my bottom. Right there in public she did and I was mortified. That stupid ass of a salesman just smiled as I felt my tight skirt being stretched across my fanny. I kicked my feet and cried out as the slaps resounded from my painted lips. So much of my legs were bare to her hand that I really felt the slaps. Then I was allowed to get up and sit in a seat. Paula told him my size and he went into the back room saying, "We have some really hot and trashy heels that will just suit her tastes." When he returned, he had at least eight boxes of shoes. One after another he brought them out. Then he started in removing those strappy open high heels I had on. "My that's a sexy hot color polish you're wearing. The men must really love that color," he said. As he helped me on with the first pair of heels, a really slutty pair, I could see him looking up my skirt. Those damn shoe store seats and salesman benches are set so he could easily do that. The pumps were really gorgeous and had such pointy toes that they really made it difficult to get on. His hand went up my leg and I am sure if I was alone he would not have hesitated to try something. As it was the process allowed him to run his hands up and down my stockinged legs each time. Each time I tried a different pair on, he had fun. When all was said and done Paula had picked out 10 pairs of shoes at over $600 for me. In addition there were matching purses for even more money. It was my money she was spending but she said, "Now you'll have to go on extra dates to pay me back for this loan." With that he piped up, "Oh do you run an escort service?" he asked Paula. "Yes we do and in fact, my niece here has just joined our 'stable' of beauties. Her rates are quite high but she has some extra special skills and experience for the most demanding of men." He asked for "My card" which Paula gave him. It was disgusting as she had copied a picture out of a dominance magazine showing gartered stockings, nipped waist, overflowing bosom and more as "My logo." "Call us and we'll make sure our special girl is available. I must tell you however, she has an insatiable need for slightly kinky sex and so we save her dates for those special demanding men with the strongest of staying power," Paula added. "I will most certainly call. It's nice to know that someone who can't get enough also likes the fetish world as much as I do. I am certain that at least I can deal with her insatiability," he said as we paid for our purchases and left. After depositing them in the car we shopped till about 5:30 when we headed for the Cozy Corner Bar. It was near the mall and I welcomed the thought of a cocktail and some rest for my poor feet. When we arrived I was dismayed to see so many men in the bar and so few women. Their leather attire was right out of some men's magazine. We sat down on a couple of bar stools and then I realized how really short my skirt was. As our drinks came we were approached by a very large man with an expensive leather suit on. I had never really seen a leather suit but it looked just like Italian silk. The aroma of his cologne drifted ahead of him and mixed with the leather it was intoxicating to say the least. "Paula, how are you?" he asked as he extended his hand. "Fine Max, and yourself?" she asked and then continued, "This is my newest date lady... Charlotte." She said this as she turned to me making it clear that I was "For hire." "I wanted to meet you as soon as I heard about your performance at the party last night," he said. "You have already interested many of my friends and I wanted to be the first to sample your wares or shall I say let you try me on for size," he said. Without so much as a may I or something to break the ice, he started in. "I have to tell you, most queens are unable to bring me to climax no matter how talented they are with their mouths, I just have too much staying power. But when they do, god help them because I come like a fire hose." Paula responded, "The fire hose part is correct, I have never seen a man so huge as you. I still don't believe that thing's size. However, I have seen Charlotte at work and she loves to suck cock so much that you might just be the challenge she needs. I can just picture her corseted and stockinged figure between your knees for an hours sucking and slurping her way to heaven. Who knows that panty clad bottom may be a wonderful target for you hand." I almost choked as Paula said that. Paula continued, "Take her in the back room and try her for an hour, it's on the house. She needs to see some real cock anyhow. All they had last night were one- nighters and she can handle a lot more than that for sure." I could see the bulge growing in his pants stretching the leather so tight. He was massive and scared me. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the back room. Once in the back room my blouse and skirt were pulled from my body. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back and led me to a stool like affair. It had a kneeling bar and I was forced onto it and tied so I was bent over at the height of his crotch. He pulled my panties down and the walked over to a rack of belts, rulers and whips. He took down a leather covered ruler and started rubbing it across my bottom. I actually began to shake and get stimulated by the whole process. This man Max, was obviously very skilled at arousal. My poor member began to tingle. All day it had been rubbed across the head by my thighs as I walked and now it was ready to play. He wasn't interested in that however. He continued to play with my exposed buns kneading and massaging. His finger went to my rose bud and he actually pinched it making me squeal. I tried to wriggle my fanny from his hand but he persisted and really began to fondle me. He pinched the insides of my thighs sending sharp shooting little pains into my middle. He was so tall that it was no problem for him to stand in front of me and still reach my exposed bottom. After about fifteen minutes of this he unzipped his leather pants and exposed an overflowing massive black jock. He dropped his pants and then slipped his jock off exposing the biggest cock I had ever seen. It must have been 8 inches long and completely soft but it also looked to be at least two inches thick. He grabbed my hair and said, "Open bitch and take it." I was forced to and I started to suck remembering the night before. He began to swell and filled my mouth and throat completely. "Suck harder," he said as the leather ruler slammed down on my bare fanny. Obviously I wasn't working hard enough because he began to rain down slaps with the ruler until I was desperately sucking and nibbling as hard as I could. This went on for quite a while but despite coming twice he stayed hard. All of a sudden he pulled from my mouth. I was excited and wanted more despite all I could do to not say so. He went around behind me and spread some ointment or jelly on my rosebud. The as he pushed more and more on my rosebud he finally penetrated me. It seemed like something out of the dark ages was in me. It was monstrous and then he began to stroke in and out. My bottom moved in rhythm with him and suddenly he exploded inside of me. It never seemed to stop cumming. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled free leaving all that mess inside my bottom. My pulse was racing and I felt like my head was going to blow off the top. "Should I call the other fellows in here to try you out?" he asked evilly. "Oh no please don't I am so sore now and need to rest for work tomorrow," I pleaded. With that he uncuffed my wrists and left me to clean myself up. "Come outside when you are presentable," he said. I managed to get free of the "Fun bench" as he called it, and put my clothes back on. Cum streaks were all over my face and hair and there was no sink in the room. At least he had brought my purse in and left it. I tried to touch up my makeup without much success. Once back in the bar, Paula told me, "He loved your enthusiasm. You have your first date contracted for. It seems he is going to a leather ball and wants you as his submissive. It'll be a week from now so you have plenty of time to get ready." With that we headed home. I was destroyed and exhausted. Once at home Paula, let me strip and shower. She demanded I have a full enema to "Clean my love box." Afterward she made me put on a sleep corselets and a large butt plug was unceremoniously inserted in my very bruised "Pussy." "Sleep tight" she said as I was put to bed. EPISODE 10: DRESSING FOR HER FIRST DAY AT WORK "Wake up you lazy bitch," someone said to me. "You have to do your exercises and get ready for work. We don't have all day so move it," I heard as the covers were ripped off me. I still had on the sleep corselets they required and I realized that I still had the "Testes" shield on as well. I moved quickly taking the jogging tights and sweatshirt Kay handed to me. She was already dressed for exercise and was carrying her riding crop. I went potty and slipped into the outfit. "How can I run wearing a corset," I asked. "If you don't you can rest assured your bottom will look like a fresh ham," Kay screeched at me. I put on the running shoes she handed me and soon we were on our way for a five mile run. My bra had those awful heavy breast forms in it with their wool backing against my tender nipples. Soon the movement had me all stirred up. I couldn't understand why my nipples were reacting that way. When we returned home I was told to shower and ring the bell when I was done. The water felt good and helped me remember the evening before. I was sooo embarrassed. I tried to wipe it all from my mind. That terrible man had arranged for my "Services" and had convinced Paula to let him "Try me out" for an hour or so. You all know what happened, but based on that hour I had a date for a leather ball next week. Just as I finished in the shower, Paula came into the room. "Charlotte," Paula started in, "As you recall your sister Kay and I felt that you must do something to earn your keep. Therefore, new employment more suited to your nature, was arranged. We also felt that proper employment would reinforce those aspects of your nature that would serve our benefit which was all that really mattered. Our job then was to see to it that you were appropriately prepared for your day to day job and your evening work as well. As you may recall, the manager of the Sapphos Beauty Salon agreed to take you on as an apprentice in their pedicure room. The Manager was kind enough to send over the new uniform you'll be required to wear. I know you're going to just adore the uniform. The cute little dress is all red satin with a strapless low-cut bodice and a sassy little full skirt. You'll have to wear several short crinoline petticoats to make it flare out properly. A lacy white apron will highlight your new tiny waistline ever so dramatically. Of course, we were at first concerned that it would be too small at the waist for your figure. However we realized that with the proper corseting, it would fit and you'll look exquisite even if you are very uncomfortable and restricted in your movements by the severity of the corset. I began to feel all queasy inside as I had already been exposed to their wicked painful corseting. I knew it meant continuous agony and near starvation diets all day long. Now however, I would have to be bending over all the time and that I dreaded. All of a sudden I remembered the shoes we had purchased to go with my "Uniform." They were terribly high and uncomfortable. Just then Paula said, "It's time for your work shoes and they are so pretty. I just know you'll be a very desirable girl when you are wearing them. Those women will be so jealous of your ability to stand their discomfort all day." I remembered them for sure, they're red patent leather and have the highest heels I have ever seen. They must be at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. Paula said, "I can just see you in them now, forced to mince about the salon so carefully to keep from falling. That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. "You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control just to even walk. However the conditioning that will cause as a result of your being in such heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines. However, you'll probably never again be comfortable in low heels or flats because of the way your muscles will shorten in back. "Now its time... aren't you excited? You'll be buckled into these lovely new open toe pumps and the little gold padlocks, which are so cute, will be fastened to keep them on all day," she continued. "Perhaps your service will be so good that some demanding female patron will buy the key from the Manager and you'll have to go home with her and do her bidding to get released from those shoes. Who knows after 12 hours in them you'll probably do anything the woman demands of you. "First, however we should get your corset on and then we can do your shoes," Kay interjected and Paula agreed. "Let's take her into the garage and do this properly," my sister Kay said. With that they led me out to the garage and then hooked my wrists into the straps on the ends of the bar that hung from the ceiling. They hoisted me into the air so that my feet were not touching the ground. I was suspended there with just the tiny testes shield patch on. Paula said, "I'll just bet you are full of those nasty male juices again aren't you... I thought so," she said noticing my face. With that out came the milking machine. It had three suction lines. The main one's purpose was obvious and it was hooked to my member. The other two have hemispherical cup like attachments that were attached to my very sensitive and budding bosom. The two spherical cups were affixed over my bosom along with two light electrical stimulators. Paula said, "These will not only beautify and enlarge your sweet little breasts but the main line will relentlessly drain you your nasty ungirlish fluids." It began to throb and suck as if I was some sort of milk source, draining me dry till I hurt inside. I hung there for the next hour as Paula brought out a severe red and white satin corset and held it up in front of me. It looked so severe and scary. It had wide rigid bones all over it and brutal looking laces. All the while that milking machine kept up its incessant sucking on my poor flaccid member. Then with my sister Kay's help Paula began to lace the dramatic red and white satin corset around my torso. I was right... it was so strong and unbending. I could feel my poor waist once again being squeezed smaller and smaller. "Let's measure her and see how close we are," Kay said to Paula. "She has to fit into this uniform from day one or Sappho's manager will be unhappy and punish her. They brought out a tape measure and I winced as Kay said, "She needs to go down over an inch more to make 21 inches." Paula responded, "well she can make it I know, and her regular waist is 28 so I guess we can do it. I can't wait till we get her waist down to 19 inches though." Tears started to form in my eyes as they pulled and tugged. Was I to have to go through this every day? Finally after Kay put her knee in the small of my back, she exclaimed, "There... finally its closed. Let's measure her now..." As they placed the tape around my waist I heard Paula gasp and say, "Twenty and a half inches... That's perfect and look how beautifully it forces her fanny out," she said as her long nails played across my bottom. My poor tits were so sore from the electrodes and the suction device. Finally the milking machine was removed. Of course the shield that bitchy woman doctor had placed on me was still there. My poor testes were still held up inside my body cavity subject to the heat of it. Once again the thong was attached to my pitiful member and it was pulled tightly up between my thighs out of sight. "She'll have to sit to go potty won't she," Kay said with a giggle to which Paula nodded. Next Paula produced a pair of sheer white stockings which she put on me. The garters were tightly fastened stretching the stockings tautly on my legs. Then little shorty socks with a lace edge. Next came those terrible shoes with their little gold padlocks. I was lowered from the bar and my wrists unfastened. They were right about standing up. My whole body position was altered putting pressure on my tightly corseted upper body and exaggerating my chest as I was breathing. My hips were thrust forward and each step was very dramatic but quite short making my protruding bottom wiggle quite dramatically. I actually had a small bosom and my poor nipples were inflamed and quite swollen. They were considerably larger than normal but then the whole nipple area was larger and darker also. Paula caught me looking at them and smiled saying, "Nice aren't they. I'll bet they are sensitive." She reached over and grabbed one squeezing it forcefully between her thumb and forefinger. I let out a squeal and got tear in my eye. "Good response, your customers will like that from you," she responded. With that she kept manipulating it till it was more swollen and red. Then she did the other one. Next Kay, that bitch, brought over a white strapless bra. It looked funny and with that she said, "You'll notice this has special pads to force your pretty little tits up. As they grow, you'll see more and more cleavage exposed over the top of the dress. Your patrons will be afforded the opportunity to see all of you while you are on the floor or the stool at their feet." It was fastened around me and she was right. The flesh which had been pushed up from the corseting was now focused by the bra. Next they escorted me to the bathroom for makeup. "Now do your own makeup as you have been taught," Paula said. I started with foundation and powder followed by some blusher. My eyes came easier because the eyebrows were so dramatically thin after the electrolysis. "Just a light shade of eye-shadow, no tarty look for work," Paula said. I followed her guidance and soon my face was done. The hair was easy to do because of the dramatic styling at the salon. Just some mousse and fingers moves gave it a teased and playful look. "Let's see now," Kay said, "She'll look best with those long earrings however. They show a definite submissive look which is what we want." Out came some big clunky and really heavy round drop earrings in a gold tone. As I struggled to hook them to the rings in my ears, I had real trouble because of my extra long nails. Work was going to be a bitch, I could tell. Kay finally interceded and fastened them to the rings. My poor ears would be stretched before the day was over. They were very heavy and really left me no doubt as to what effect they would have. "Well she is ready for work... at last. Just think," Kay said as she turned toward me, "Every morning you'll do this. First your exercises and then we'll help you dress. When you come home from work each night, your social calendar and bookings will keep you on the go. "There be dancing and partying, or special events like the leather ball or the Sapphos Isle party we lesbians have each month. I just know you'll be so popular that you'll only be home enough to do your household chores and the laundry." "Well," she continued, "At least you won't have to recorset when you come home as you can plan the proper color for whatever date you have that night. All you'll have to do is change your hosiery for something more dramatic, redo your face and dress and shoes. Now, go in the kitchen and have your breakfast and then do the dishes. We'll drop you at the Salon by 9:00 a.m." Dates every evening, dancing, leather ball, Lesbian parties I was sick. Having to been in these tortuous heels and corset all day and then even more dramatic things at night. They really had no mercy at all. Was I going to be forced into to this much forever? Was there no hope of escape? Who knows what faced me with those Salon patrons. From all Paula's descriptions, they could be worse than men. EPISODE 11: NEW PEDICURE APPRENTICE REPORTS FOR HER FIRST DAY As the car came too the corner near the entrance of the salon, I was terrified. I knew precious little of what I must do except that as an apprentice I would get the hardest and least fun work in the pedicure portion of the salon. I knew that there was another woman working there who expected me to be her assistant and that she hated the dirty part of the work. When I looked at myself before I had gotten into the car I was even more nervous. They had dressed me in that "Uniform" which should have been a hooker's costume. The cute little dress was all a hot red satin. It was strapless and had a low-cut bodice that was designed to show off any breast the wearer had whatsoever. Unfortunately, I realized that the bustline on my new work uniform did very little to shield even my current tiny bust from such attention. Deep in my memory was that they told me, "As your bust grows they will not change my uniform." Since the women who patronize Sappho's Beauty Salon just love a very, very busty look would have to suffer the consequences more and more every day as my bust bulged out of the top. The dress had sassy little full skirt that came to just above midline between my knees and crotch. Because of that I was wearing several short crinoline petticoats to make it flare out properly. I also had on a lacy white apron that really highlighted my new tiny waistline ever so dramatically. The car stopped at the corner about 3/4 of a block from the Salon. "Get out and go to work Charlotte," said Kay. I protested, "But why here? can't you at least drop me in front of the Salon?. I don't want to walk down this busy street in my uniform or these heels," I continued. Kay retorted, "Well you'll just have to get used to it. The Metro stop is two blocks from here and we won't always be bring you to work by car. In fact starting next week you'll have to ride the bus or the Metro every day all by yourself." With a faint tear in my eye, I opened the door, looking unhappily at the several men and women on the street between me and the Salon. I already knew that these heels they had padlocked on my feet would allow me the tiniest of steps anyhow. Sitting in the car I realized that my garters and stocking tops showed when sitting down. I realized that I would have to be absolutely ramrod straight with no bend to my knees or hips to keep them from showing when I was standing. If I took any stride with some length, they would also show. That made matters even worse, but I had no choice so out I stepped. So much leg showed as I did that I blushed profusely. Kay stepped out of the car and came around to me. Meanwhile Paula stepped out and used her video camera to film what happened. "Put you hands behind your back," Kay said. With that I did and she stepped around behind me fumbling in her purse. Then I felt handcuffs being put around my wrists. She reached in the car and brought out a short waist length shawl in white lace. You couldn't really see through it as she draped it around my shoulders. "That will hide your dilemma for a bit but only if you remain standing tall and straight. If you bend or tilt in any way, it will fall off and reveal your plight. You'll then be helpless in front of the men or women in this part of town. It does however completely expose the front of your body and allows those beautiful little bulging breasts and gorgeous inviting legs to be shown off as well as a full 360 degree view of your hips on down." With that she got back in the car and they drove off leaving me there, trussed, pantied, corseted and above all a nervous wreck. I stepped over to the curb and began my mincing walk to the Salon. The exaggerated height of those spike heeled shoes and the difficulty of balancing without having my arms to use was a torture in itself. Halfway down the block two young black boys appeared. I only prayed that they were well behaved and not hoods. I kept walking toward them swaying and teetering on those treacherous pencil slim skyscraper heels. As I approached they moved more in my direction. "Hey sexy lady, you look hot. Did you make a lot of money on the street last night. I bet you are a real high class slut in bed aren't you?" The comments got worse when all of a sudden The Manager from the Salon stepped out of the door to help me. "Good morning Charlotte," she said. "It looks like I came out just in time. I see you are wearing your new uniform and you do look delicious." She led me inside saying that they would open at 9:30 and we would take a few minutes to talk before hand. Then she took the wrap from my shoulders and asked me to stand in front of her while she sat down. "I do like Paula presenting you in such a helpless form," she said. Picking up a yardstick she pointed it at me and gave me instructions on turning around. Then she called over in front of her. As I stood before her I was quite afraid. Her hands were tipped with long curved dragon lady nails. She reached beneath my skirt to examine me and explored freely taking little care that her nails had hard edges to them. She left nothing to chance and when she finally forced those clawed nails far enough between my thighs to reach the head of my member, she squeezed, no she actually pinched it very hard. I squealed quite loudly at which point she spoke. "That's quite appropriate and the way I like it... very feminine reactions are what I demand. Now, I want to explain to you quite graphically what happens whenever you don't do exactly as you are told, no matter who tells you." My hands were uncuffed, and I was told to bend over as far as I could while holding on to her desk. She stood behind me. Then without so much as a warning three sharp blows from the yardstick were applied to my bottom and bare leg tops. After each one I let out a fearsome shriek and finally tears. "We can cure the shrieking with a ball or cock gag," she said. "I just want really girlish squeals instead, no matter how much it hurts. Tears are acceptable, but if you mess your makeup you'll have to fix it and stay late to catch up on your work," she added. With that I was allowed to stand up and I obviously stopped sniffling quickly. "Your duties will be to assist Susan in the pedicure department. It will take you about six months to become fully trained. During that time you will do absolutely everything she tells you to and will do it immediately. I allow my patrons the right to punish my girls if they are displeased with their service, are rude, speak catty or gossip in any way. "If you injure or pinch or in any way hurt a patrons delicate toes or feet, you will be required to massage them in any way the patron wishes which includes the use of your mouth whenever they or Susan tell you to. Yes... I said your mouth and you will quickly be taught to give a tongue bath as that is quite frequently desired by our patrons." I was beginning to get a queasy feeling in my stomach, but you be sure I wasn't about to argue. I had learned my lesson already. She resumed, "Many of our patrons feel their husbands or lovers are not attentive enough and so they expect all kinds of attention from you and Susan. Since you were one of those disgusting men, I am sure you understand about cunnilingus. You will be severely tested and if found wanting, you may expect all forms of punishment. From 9:00 a.m. till quitting time you BELONG to me... completely." "If you cause a run in a patron's hosiery while you are removing them or when putting their stockings back on, you will pay for the replacement out of your salary. As for salary, I will pay it to your Mistress directly so you needn't expect to see it. After all she now owns you and deserves some compensation for providing you a home. If a patron wishes to rent you for the day or evening, she may and while with her you are to again do exactly as told. She may use you for anything she wishes including being her toilet maid if asked." If you spill polish, or any materials, the cost of them will be taken out of your pay. Since your Mistress expects a certain return on her investment from her property, you'll have to work overtime or be docked in pay. I can assure you, Paula and Kay will teach you a new meaning for the words "Whipped cream." I also punish for not standing straight, being slow, messy makeup, runs in stockings or if they are not tightly gartered with the seams perfectly straight. We serve lunch here which usually consists of a very light salad or broth. Figure control is important as well as appearance. Now, I'll take you to Susan who will show you around and start you at work. Do you understand all that is required and the rules?" she finished. I nodded my head yes to her. With that she laid me over knees, grabbed a large clothes brush, hiked up my skirt and gave me twenty whacks with the brush. They stung like hell and I kicked my legs trying to force away the pain. All the while I squealed and cried out. "Yes Mistress with a curtsey is how you are to answer all requests and orders," I was told. With that she spent fifteen minutes making me do practice curtsies. It was hard in those heels. Then I was led off to Susan and the Pedicure Room for my first day. EPISODE 12: A VERY BUSY FIRST DAY IN THE PEDICURE ROOM The Manager led me to the Pedicure room where there were already three women waiting for service. She introduced me to Susan saying, "This is your new apprentice Charlotte. She is yours to do with as you wish. She understands the rules and what punishment awaits her if she misbehaves or does not live up to her responsibilities as you require Susan. I want to make sure she especially learns how to greet guests and how to respond to them." Then turning to the ladies in their chairs, all quite severely but stylishly dressed and said, "This is our new pedicure apprentice. As you all know we pride ourselves on the attentiveness and manners of our apprentices and maids. Therefore, I will appreciate your help in letting me know how Charlotte does today and also any recommendations or additional training she needs." "Now Charlotte," she said, "This is Mrs. Johnson and next to her is Mrs. Ross and finally the last lady prefers to be addressed as Mistress Gloria. Now I want to see you introduce yourself to each one with a proper curtsey." I stepped forward to Mrs. Johnson and said "Madam, I am Charlotte and I am here to serve you." I did my best curtsey and she raised her hand for me to kiss it. I kissed it and stepped back turning toward Mrs. Ross when the Manager stopped me. "She did not give you permission to leave and you did not ask for permission. Hold out your hands... no turn around," she said. "Now raise your skirts and bend over." It was so hard to bend at the waist but I did my best. The next thing I knew she laid a stinging blow across my pantied bottom. "Good, now turn around and lets try it again." I repeated my greeting to Mrs. Johnson and this time after I kissed her outstretched hand she said, "Thank you Charlotte, I will have many uses for you. You may be excused." Not wishing to make the same mistake, I was very careful with Mrs. Ross. In her case everything went perfect, however she said, "I would like some coffee with cream and one sugar Charlotte." "Yes Ma'am," I replied and turned away. I was stopped again and once again had my bottom tanned but with two strokes this time. "You were not excused to get the coffee nor did you ask permission either," the Manager said. I was told to try it again and this time I was successful. Susan pointed to where the coffee was kept and walked over to get what she asked for. It was so difficult walking on that slick floor in those outrageous spike heels. "Look at how daintily she walks," said one of the ladies. "I know," said another, "I am so jealous of women who can wear such high heels," she added. A third voice piped up saying, "If I owned her, she would be in seven inch pointed toe pumps with ankle straps." I didn't know who had said that and it worried me. I poured a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar, stirred it, placed it on a tray with a doily and turned to walk back. Once again it was so difficult to walk and keep my balance. My leg and fanny muscles worked overtime making it possible. I stood in front of Mrs. Ross and started to hand her the coffee. "No Charlotte," the Manager said, "Hold the tray out in front of yourself and bend forward at the waist." I knew that would be difficult and further would expose my poor tits to her view. "Our patrons enjoy a young bosom and they enjoy seeing your embarrassment as well. Now do it correctly or I'll make the next punishment three." I did my best and when I was done I asked to be excused. When she gave me permission, I said, "Thank you ma'am" and curtsied. "That's quite proper Charlotte," the Manager said. I turned to Mistress Gloria and went through my introduction and curtsey. Instead of her hand, Mistress Gloria who was quite stunning and dramatic in her couture, raised her foot which was sheathed in a dramatically high heeled clog. Her toes were painted with a deep angry red color. I looked at the Manager quizzically? Mistress Gloria said sharply, "Kiss it slave... NOW AND ENJOY IT." I bent over and took her foot in my hand. I kissed the big toe and found myself lavishing a kiss on each toe. The aroma was heady. I lowered her foot to the stool and then once again the Manager admonished me. "You did not ask if she was satisfied or if she wanted more or for permission to stop. You know the position now do it and bend over." Just then Mistress Gloria stood up and said to the Manager, "Give me the ruler or better yet where is the cane... Oh good you have it close at hand." She administered one stinging stroke and then another one quite a bit harder which made me jump in pain. My bottom was stinging. I tried to rub it to make the pain go away. "I did not give you permission to do that. Usually we only add one stroke for each additional punishment during the day, but you will get two more making it four. Now assume the position." I did and two more sharp stinging strokes tore me apart. I was in tears and I could tell they loved it. "Mrs. Johnson said, "Oh Gloria, you have such a way with a cane and I do love those sissy tears. We shall enj