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A Letter to Charlotte
by Mistress Kay (address defunct)
***
A guy is forcefully transformed into a woman. 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 enjoy training HIM won't
we?" They knew and I was so ashamed and embarrassed.
They enjoyed that even more.
They all started in with Susan... Each wanting me to
take her first. I was told to get soak bowls for their
feet, take off their stockings, wash their feet, get
coffee, dry feet, clean under toenails, remove polish,
on and on. It was up, down, up, down, towels, pumice
stones, massages and god knows what else. I was
exhausted and it was only 11:30. Susan painted their
toenails while I attended to their needs. "Soon you'll
be doing this once you have learned how," Susan said.
By 12:00 I was already up to ten strokes of the ruler
and there was still 6 hours to go that day.
My bottom was so sore that I could hardly sit on a
stool to do work. Finally, they were ready for their
hair work and I helped them up and to their salon
chairs. Susan said, "Great they each left a $10 tip,
here's a dollar each for you." My calves, thighs,
buttocks and feet were so tired from all the work they
had to do. How would I ever last for another six hours?
I realized this was a five day a week job and that
Paula and Kay had all my nights planned as a "Companion
for hire." They really were having their revenge.
Susan said, "I really don't understand why you were so
eager to do this work. After all, you could easily have
a husband and a home, you're so pretty. Some night
you'll have to go out with some of us girls, I know
where there are some really wild animals who'd love to
party with someone with your looks and style. Those
shoes... whoooeee they are hot. I am jealous of your
ability to wear them all day."
Husband, home? Oh my god I thought, that's the last
thing I need and animals who love to party... no way I
thought. Just then the manager came and said my lunch
as Paula had ordered it was ready in the staff room.
Susan led the way and when I reached the table there
was a small bowl of broth, two tablets and some soda
crackers. There was also a glass of cold grapefruit
juice.
The capsules said "Diazide" and I took them assuming it
was ok. "Don't I get anything solid," I asked. "No,
your owner said that you were to be on a liquid diet
for the first month at lunch. Something about holding
water and its weight effect."
I wolfed down the soup and lingered over the saltines
as long as I could. The Salon Manager came into the
room and said, "Your lunch break is over and we have
four more clients due in very soon. I suggest you clean
up this table, fix your makeup and get your pedicure
supplies ready. By now I had learned my lesson. I said,
"Yes Ma'am and is there anything I can do for you?." I
was told not to worry.
"May I go to the potty please Mistress," I asked. I was
excused to go and relieve myself. The voluminous
crinoline petticoats were really a mess to manage. My
two inch long porcelain nails made it even much more
difficult. I had really only been wearing them for five
days and they were not easy to work with. I finally
lowered my panties so I could pee.
That "Testes shield" was constructed so I could go
potty with it on. Having my member tucked up so far
between my thighs where it had been pulled by the thong
made it very difficult to pee. When I was done however,
I wiped myself with great difficulty. Those nails made
it very hard to do without self injury. Realizing that
I might forever be in that condition was very, very
discomforting.
Finally I got myself put back together. My poor bottom
was so sore and tender from all the punishments I had
been given. I realized that over the course of the
morning I had received almost fifty strokes variously
with the ruler, brush and even the cane. It made me so
attentive and cautious about everything because I
certainly did not want any more punishments. My legs
and calves were so sore from this short time and yet I
had at least 4 hours to go besides whatever Paula and
that bitch Kay had in mind for the evening.
There were three more women waiting when I came out of
our lunch room. Quickly I hurried over to them, having
to walk with such short steps in order to not fall in
those treacherous heels. I was getting to where I could
move a little faster, but not much.
With great care, I introduced myself to each patron
curtseying properly and being quite attentive. Susan
had me help the previous ones put their stockings back
on and fasten their garters. Mistress Gloria was bitchy
as hell and said she had just the job for me at her
place next weekend. She was "Going to make arrangements
to rent me for a day and evening event."
So much went on, dirty feet, bathing them, massages,
one tongue bath which made me ready to vomit, two more
punishment rounds bringing my total strokes to twenty
three more. When five p.m. rolled around, I was
exhausted. Paula arrived with a change of clothes and
announced, we are going out for cocktails and dancing!
EPISODE 13: DRESSING TO PARTY AT THE LONGHORN BAR
"Party time... dancing and cocktails... How can you be
so insensitive," I cried at her as she stood there. I
had been on my feet all day, I was tired, I smelled of
women's feet and I could hardly breathe from that
terrible corset's torture all day. Now they wanted me
to go out for cocktails and dancing.
"Come in back with me," she said as she grabbed my ear
dragging me in the back room. "Now you listen to me,
you thought nothing of doing that to me for your stupid
business when you wanted to go out after work. It's
time you get to see how the other side lives. Now off
with that dress while I clean you up. Then you can put
it back on or this red kidskin leather sheath dress I
brought along," she added.
That dress she was holding was so slender and long. I
wondered how someone even sat down in it. I mean it was
rigid it was so slim and stiff. As she turned it
around, I could see there were cutouts around the area
of the fanny. I stripped off the satin dress and she
proceeded to have me wash between my legs with a damp
washcloth, under my arms and around my rosebud as well.
Then she gave me some lotion to wipe on. It really
smelled very sexy.
There was a little strap and buckle at the center of
the fanny cutouts whose purpose I couldn't possibly
guess at. The bottom part of the fanny of the dress,
tucked under quite dramatically to an even more tapered
leg line. Paula said, "Bend over and spread your
cheeks... Good now be still," she added. Then I felt
something quite large forcing itself into my rosebud.
Oh god, it was long and bent as it went in. I felt like
it must have been twelve inches long and very large but
with a very uneven surface. Ooohhh it went up so far
and deep... ooooh... oooohhhh... it felt so strange.
"Now, put this new leather dress on immediately. I did
my best squeezing into it as best I could. Suddenly the
fanny cutout reached my bottom. The dress settled into
place dramatically shaping my bare fanny. The buckle in
back was not fastened however. Then Paula reached over
and forced the "dildo" in past its lip and it basically
locked into place.
All of a sudden I realized that the sleeves had gloves
on their ends. The gloves had fingers with slits for
the two inch nails I had on to slip through. However,
the fingers were slightly curved and rigid. I was
unable to use my hands in any way. Then she started to
zip up the back from the waist. Soon I was dramatically
encased from the neck down in red kid leather, bare-
fannied, plugged, ad locked in those terrible red
heels.
There was a broad red leather belt sitting on the
counter which she fastened around my waist. She made it
very tight, much more so than the corset I was wearing.
With that Kay plugged a little wire into the dildo and
hooked a little square red box to my waist and I felt
it begging to vibrate and squirm inside me. It was so
stimulating I was ready to faint. Then Kay closed the
buckle on the belt cinching it tightly so it spread the
cheeks of my fanny.
I must have been a sight to see. I was in a daze
however or should I say shock. I started to say
something, but a red ball gag was forced in my mouth
and fastened behind my head. My hands were useless and
I could only manage the tiniest of steps because of the
long tight sheath nature of the leather dress. I was
totally helpless and on top of that unable to even
talk. "She looks darling," I heard someone say. It was
Mistress Gloria from earlier that day in the Salon.
"The boys will just love her cute little costume and
they'll have such fun with those buns of hers. They
seem to have lost some of their rosy color from earlier
today," she said.
"Don't worry Gloria, I am sure the boys at the bar can
warm them up for her. Do you want to practice
beforehand?" she asked her. "First I want to manipulate
more of her cheeks out through the cutouts. She has
such a darling ass that it needs to show even more."
With that they began to manipulate and knead my flesh
still it really was quite exaggerated in its
protrusion. "Now that's what I call a ripe ass," Gloria
said.
She reached for her belt and it came off with a wicked
swish through the air. 'Watch me make her dance," she
said. The belt sailed through the air with a horrible
sound and curled around my bare bottom stinging. I
wanted to cry but couldn't. I tried to dance up and
down to relieve the sting. My hands of course were
immobilized and I couldn't rub my poor bare bottom to
make the hurt stop. "Why she doesn't say a thing or
even rub it, She must like it quite a bit. I'll give
her some more pleasure. I tried to hide and almost fell
in those terrible heels.
Paula stopped her and said, "Lets save that delicious
sissy bottom for the animals at the Longhorn bar."
"Turning to me," Paula said. "Can you guess why they
call it the "Longhorn" my dear little Charlotte?"
Inside me that terrible long dildo churned and buzzed.
There was no relief whatsoever. Now I also had to worry
about that bunch of animals where they were taking me.
By now I realized that Paula, Kay and Gloria absolutely
delighted in tormenting, abusing, demeaning and
embarrassing me.
I was their sex toy and being used solely by them to
amuse and enjoy themselves. I could barely move but
when we arrived at the Longhorn Bar in their van, I was
not ready for what faced me. It was a private leather
bar, not open to the normal public. Many of the men
were incredibly well built, well endowed and had
obviously been drinking. They were carrying on
something fierce.
Quite a few of them had on different leather outfits
with most of their sex hanging out however. "Howdy
ma'am, we like all our new fillies to run the gauntlet
when they first come here" one said to me. The
gauntlet? They lined up in two rows and most had
paddles, leather straps and canes. "Yes Ma'am, you just
have to walk the length of the bar and drink that glass
of beer at the end. Until you get it all down your
bottom is fair game."
"But that bar is fifty feet long, I can barely move 6
inches at a time, I can't hold a glass to drink and my
mouth is plugged" I screamed to myself. They removed
the gag from my mouth and pushed me forward into the
line. Slap, sting... pow, spank... spank slap... on and
on, as I minced my way down the bar trying to protect
my bottom. They stung and hurt, but were obviously not
meant to maim. My bottom was red and sore and tears
flowed from my eyes like a river.
I tried to pick up the glass of bear but my hands
wouldn't close around it because of the gloves. "Look
she wants a drink, let's hook her up to Paul, our fire
hose. I was forced on my knees, my hair forced my head
back as it was grabbed and a monstrous dick was forced
in my mouth. Its owner, a huge but incredibly good
looking man held my head with both hands forcing it in
and out.
After about fifteen minutes he exploded in my mouth and
held my head back so it all was swallowed. He started
in again and once more after fifteen minutes gushed
again. It was truly like drinking from a fire hose.
I had been there about an hour and realized that the
whole night was ahead. "Boys we warmed her up for you,"
I heard my terrible sister Kay yelling, "Get the
buckle" she yelled. Someone else yelled, "To the
horse." I was dragged over to a high saw horse and my
wrists tied to it as my arms and legs were spread. The
buckle was undone and soon I was totally exposed in
back.
"Unplug your toy boys, she's all yours for the night.
That terrible moving dildo was removed from my bottom
and soon one after another plunged into me. Thank god
for condoms. One after another for the next two hours I
was penetrated and used as their gang bang toy. It was
horrible and made me so ashamed.
As the time wore on my bottom became so "Flexible" it
accepted everything. I found myself wanting it more and
more. What was happening to my mind and my senses. Then
I realized Kay was there filming it all. I had been
used by at least two dozen men that I could count.
Someone kept bringing me long Island Ice Teas and soon
I couldn't remember anything.
When I woke I was at home, in bed, bathed and in a
sleep corselets. I was sore all over and most of all my
bottom. "Wake up Charlotte, it's time for your run and
to get ready for work." I was exhausted but they would
let me have no rest. "When a working girl parties at
night, she still has to go on the next morning. You
were so interested in leading a woman's life, here it
is now move it." I got out of bed put on my leotards
for running, shoes and some makeup. I was off for three
miles. When I returned, it was shower time.
After I showered and dried off, Paula checked to see if
the testes shield was working. It was and then she
said, "Now come with me to the lacing bar... you have
another day at work ahead of you and I want your figure
as perfect today as yesterday. For that matter, you'll
never again spend a day, without a strong corset or
your outrageous heels.
EPISODE 14: WORK A DAY GIRL PLAY AT NIGHT
As she was laced in once again her waistline brutally
crunched into the hourglass figure Paula demanded, her
thoughts turned toward the weeks ahead. It was only the
first day that she had completed at the Salon. She
wished for the weekend not realizing that also held
peril for her.
Finally they had her corset edges meeting and the laces
were knotted tightly around her tiny waist. Her sister
Kay came in and said, "Before I put the machine on you
I want to make sure the fullest amount of your budding
little bosom is subjected to its treatment. With that
she grabbed hold of my nipples with her thumb and
forefinger and began to pull on each one. It hurt and I
cried out, for which I received a sharp stinging slap
across the face.
As she pulled and moved the whole breast area more and
more skin was exposed from my chest area. By the time
she was done a larger and fuller tit was present on the
one side. Next she did the same thing on the other
side. My poor nipples were so inflamed from all of this
that their soreness from the hormones was made quite
worse.
They were however full and quite prominent and also
quite flushed with circulation. Then she placed
electrode clips on each nipple, and the cups over each.
She turned on the suction and current and I began to
get quite aroused. Next she placed the suction/milking
unit on my member but only after playing with it when I
began to shake from the excitement she forced the
stimulating unit up my "TV pussy" leaving a part of it
sticking out. She began to manipulate that while
pulling and wagging on the suction unit.
I felt ready to explode and as she sensed I was going
to she literally rammed the unit in my rosebud up in as
far as she could. I exploded and my insides ached as
there really wasn't any seminal fluid left but my body
tried to ejaculate. I was having a dry orgasm and my
entire insides were wrenching and churning. Sweat beads
formed on my forehead and I found myself saying, "More,
more, MORE!"
"You'll have to wait till tonight for more you sweet
slutty little thing. Working girls aren't allowed to
play on the job." I was left there for half an hour as
they worked on my face. Stockings were slipped on my
legs and tightly gartered. Then those horrible shoes in
blue patent were forced on my feet showing my painted
toes. The locks were closed.
Finally the unit was unhooked and everything removed
from me. My member was thonged and drawn up between my
legs as before. "You know dear, in time we won't have
to do this at all to your little thing," Kay said
grinning. A fresh Tampon was forced up inside of me and
I was lowered to the floor. I was given that special
bra and put it on.
My growing bosom filled it and the edges of the nipples
were visible. I would be so embarrassed at work each
time I bent over to serve a patron. Next came the dress
in blue satin this time and yards of petticoats. Then I
was allowed some juice, and finished dressing for work.
Once again heavy dangly earrings complimented the whole
look.
As we finally headed out the door, I once again was so
embarrassed. "We have a 'nooner' for you today as
well," Paula said.
"What am I expected to do today?" I asked.
"Well this woman loves to shop and needs a companion
for her dog while she is in the store. The problem is
the woman is into games with animals and her Great Dane
needs a plaything or it will tear up the car. I am sure
you'll have lots to tell us tonight before we go to the
reception at the Hyatt. I've heard that anything is
better than some things. Who knows maybe you'll crave
male attention after today," Paula said.
We headed off for the salon. I tried to remember all
the rules and etiquette that the shop required. As
before they let me out to walk the whole block to the
Salon and it was harrowing. Worse right from the start
of the day, one woman client after another not only
wanted a pedicure, but also to be eaten. One after
another, I spent so much time on my knees peering into
musky steamy pussies I was ready to gag. The damn smell
permeated my hair and face.
When lunch time came, I was taken out front to a
stretch limousine and shoved inside. The woman inside
was stunning but older and her monster dog was all over
her. "Oh good, I can smell where you have been, I think
I'll have a little pelvic tongue massage also," she
said as she forced my head between her thighs. I was
busily lapping at her pussy when I felt the dog mount
me. I started to scream and pull away, but she would
not let me move.
Finally she gushed and let me up. "Oh good, Rex will
lock right on to the aroma all over your face and
hands. That will keep him quite entertained while I
shop for a couple of hours," she said. Her chauffeur
took us to a mall and she exited saying, "Lock up the
car Paul, I'll need your help for the next two hours."
I was alone in that car with that sexually enraged dog
for the whole time. You can't even begin to imagine
what I went through. Finally back at the shop, $20
richer, I was let out. Inside I was chastised for being
late and given twenty strokes of a ruler. My bum ached,
I smelled and looked terrible. The manager let me go in
back and clean up... so I would be ready for the
reception...
Every part of me ached and walking was torture. As
before, those terribly high heels required all the
muscle control I could muster just to stay upright. My
steps were short and mincing so I would not lose my
balance. Embarrassment and humiliation continued
through the afternoon. I won't tell you the places I
was forced to use my tongue but you can guess all of
them. Finally 5 p.m. came and Paula showed up for me.
"Had a nice day Charlotte, we missed you. Kay and I
went shopping for your costume for the Leather Ball
this next week. It seems there was quite a large amount
of interest due from your old partnership account and
we enjoyed using it."
She started in again saying, "Ms. DeManda (the Salon
owner) says that you have not yet learned how to
properly keep your knees together at all times. I have
decided that a proper way to make you focus on that is
to make it even more humiliating and embarrassing if
you don't. Come with me into the bathroom and we'll
take care of that right now."
She led me into the ladies room. Then she said, "Now
take off your panties immediately. Good, thank god the
testes shield is flesh colored," she concluded. I felt
so naked and exposed. The testes shield only covered
the area where my shriveled up balls had been and were
now forced up inside my body cavity. "Now whenever your
legs are not tightly together everything you have will
show just like some cheap trashy little slut which is
just what you are becoming," she said.
I was almost in tears. So many times, I was sitting on
a low stool at work. It was so difficult to remember to
keep my knees pressed tightly together. It was even
harder to actually do it while I worked or raised or
lowered myself. Now even the slightest opening of my
legs would expose me. With my member pulled tightly
between my legs by the thong, it almost looked like a
huge pussy. That would just invite more attention and
more aggression from men and even the degenerate
customers Ms. DeManda catered to. Only the loosest of
women went without panties and now they were forcing me
into that mold.
I left with them for the Hyatt reception not having the
faintest idea what it was about. When we arrived it
turned to be something related to advertising and there
were tons of men there. Paula had brought a liberal
supply of those trashy slutty business cards she had
made up for my "Services." They were very popular and I
was introduced to literally hundreds of men and women.
I saw Paula taking notes in her appointment book many
times.
By 10:30 we were home and I was dressed for bed. I was
in a sleep corselets as before and soon fast asleep.
The rest of the week was very similar and was
exhausting. Each day there was something after work and
usually a "Nooner." Finally it was Friday and quitting
time. Paula had said, "We arranged for you to be off
every other Saturday. Tomorrow, we'll be shopping, you
have a doctor's appointment and a beauty shop visit
yourself. We'll be starting early so don't be too wild
tonight with Ari," she finished.
I didn't know who Ari was. They dropped me off at a
local bar which seemed pretty classy, and told me to go
inside and order a drink till someone came for me.
Sitting there at the bar in such a provocative outfit
was just inviting trouble. I was trying to be invisible
but it just didn't work. There was a small dance floor
and a cocktail piano was making pretty music.
As I looked around I realized that the men in the bar
looked somewhat effeminate or were they just "Pretty"
men. The women were attractive enough. Just then a tall
man came up and introduced himself saying, "Hello
Charlotte, I'm Ari" and I responded by saying "Hi" in
return.
His hands seemed delicate and he had a gorgeous soft
complexion. He was six feet tall and had on an
impeccable suit, large but tasteful mannish jewelry and
smelled just like POLO. He produced a card which turned
out to be one of "Mine" and the message scrawled on the
back "Friday night." Under it was Paula's initials.
"You are far prettier than I was led to believe," Ari
said. "May I offer you a drink," Ari said. As I started
to nod yes, Ari turned toward the bar tender, snapped
his fingers and said to the bartender, "Joan, I think
Charlotte deserves a Purple Hooter considering her
beautiful blue dress." "What is that," I asked and Ari
replied, "Vodka, Triple Sec and Black Raspberry Liqueur
and I am sure you'll enjoy it." I tried to tell him
that I hadn't really eaten at all during the day. I was
afraid of what would happen from so much liqueur and
Vodka.
Ari really seemed unimpressed and took my hand leading
me to the dance floor. He was, despite a thin frame,
very firm and moved me across the dance floor in total
control. I was having trouble dancing backwards as it
was a new experience for me. The drink was beginning to
have an effect on me quite quickly. Soon he led me back
to the bar, took our drinks and led me to a corner
booth.
One thing led to another and soon his hand was in my
lap, then on my leg. His fingers began to explore my
leg and since the skirt was so short he quickly found
my stocking top. He began to move his fingers across my
bare skin and I began to shake. He leaned over to the
top of my dress and took a bulge of skin between his
teeth and then nipped me.
Without so much as a pause, he proceeded to plant a
strong kiss on my opened mouth. His tongue probed
forcefully and his hand moved behind my head trapping
me. His other hand went further up my skirt till he
ended up in my pubic patch. Just then he gave me a
sharp almost vicious pinch in the soft skin covered by
the tiny triangle of hair.
EPISODE 15: BAR HOSTESS
"Wake up you little tramp," I heard through the haze of
my hangover. Paula was saying, "It's Saturday morning
and you have a hair appointment, a doctor's visit and a
fitting. The doctor won't wait so up and at 'em girl.
Here are your running clothes, go to it!" he said. I
struggled to dress for the morning running I was
required to do.
When I returned it was shower time. Then afterwards
they gave me my clothes for the day. The usual rigid
corset, garter belt, stockings, bra were all there. I
was led to the lacing bar and as usual drawn up in the
air. They laced as tight as usual saying, that my
fitting required an hourglass figure.
The usual "Milking machine" episode followed and it
drained me dry. I once again experienced that clenching
gut wrenching spasm as my body tried to orgasm but I
was apparently not producing the semen. Finally I was
lowered, then Kay manipulated my breasts so that the
maximum flesh was forced upward. Next came the lacy
underwire bra.
I could have been wrong, but I felt as if there was
more to put in it this morning and the flesh sure
seemed soft. Then it was off to the makeup seat and
finally, I was ready to go out.
"You know, her lips just aren't full enough for today's
styles," Kay said. "Let's talk to your friend Andrea
about a collagen treatment to make them really full and
pouty - almost a bee stung look. That way the men and
women will both find her even more 'useable' and she
certainly should draw more customers. Can't you just
picture a full pouty set of lips wrapped around a huge
cock or snuggling deeply into a steamy wet pussy?" Kay
offered, "Just imagine such a rich looking set of lips
working on dainty painted toes, her pink tongue peeking
out from those lips as she adores some Mistress's
feet."
I was beginning to get nervous. I had thought there
wasn't much more they could do to me, yet, here they
were inventing more. I was handed a pair of black
seamed hose, kid pumps with spike heels and a leather
miniskirt along with a white silk full sleeved blouse.
When finally I was dressed, the look was explosive. I
mean it screamed sex and yet it was only Saturday
morning.
I was given a black kid shoulder bag, big and rich
looking but again, it seemed too sexy for Saturday
morning. They both had on pretty jumpsuits with pumps
and really looked much less trashy. With a minute to
lock up, they had me in the car and we were on our way.
"You know, we haven't allowed you to wear any panties
today, so keep your knees together, even at the shoe
store. That same horny kinky salesman will probably be
all over you if you don't," Paula said.
We arrived at Paula's gynecologist's office and soon
were inside.
Once in her examining room, I was forced to strip to my
undies. "Up on the examining table and put your feet in
the stirrups," the doctor said. I mean it was so
embarrassing. I was completely exposed for those three
terrible women to see. The doctor began by an
examination of my testes which by now were quite
shrunken. Once again after firmly squeezing them till
it brought a tear to my eyes, she forced them up inside
my body cavity.
Then it got worse as she began to squeeze and
manipulate my tender breasts. She took all kinds of
measurements, and kept referring to a three ring binder
with Paula and Kay. "Yes, that's exactly how we want
her ultimately," Paula said and Kay agreed. "You
realize that I will have to add more than 800
milliliters of saline to each side to stretch the skin
that much," the doctor said to Paula. "That's fine with
me... I won't have to bear their weight for the rest of
my life or fight off the breast freaks, she will and
she deserves it," Paula responded.
"Here Charlotte, you have a look at some of my
handiwork," the doctor said as she handed me the book.
I looked at the page she had open and saw a stunning
Playboy model with pendulous full and uplifted breasts.
Then I turned the page and saw her on her knees. They
literally hung down without sagging, like large
spaghetti squashes. "Oh no please, no pleasssee no!" I
pleaded.
Paula snapped at me as she slapped my face, "Oh yes you
inconsiderate little slut and I have some other
surprises for you as well." With that they grabbed my
arms and strapped me down. "For today we want at least
two full doses of Collagen enhancement for her lips.
Let's make them Kim Bassinger lips," she concluded. The
doctor left the room to get something and Paula and Kay
literally taped my head down. She returned and started
with the injections. At first they hurt but then the
Novocain mixed with the collagen took over.
I must have fainted because the next thing I remember I
woke up on the doctors couch dressed again. "Go fix
your lipstick before we leave you trashy little slut,"
Paula said to me. As I got up I was a little unsteady.
I looked in the mirror as I reached in my purse for a
tube of lipstick. I was shocked because they had fixed
my lips and they were so full and sexy. I mean they
were pouty and swollen with the bright red color.
With that, Paula took my hand and led me to the car.
Our next stop was Underground Leather where once again
I was forced to strip. Just as they finished with
getting me down to my undies again, I remembered the
photos in the binder at the doctor's office. "Oh please
Paula, please don't let that doctor make me look like
that picture," I pleaded.
"Why not: a 42DD on your body size will be stunning,
even if it is quite heavy on your shoulder muscles. I
just know that it will increase your earning power.
There are men and women who just love to torture such
huge breasts for their own sexual pleasure. Besides,
it's not your choice, you lost your free will when
became so insensitive that I had to change everything,"
she said.
They led me to a pedestal in the center of the store
with a mirror in front of it. I mean I was standing
there with bra, corset, heels and hose looking like a
sex model and not even any panties. The man who would
make the item we were here for came over with his
assistant and began to take measurements.
I mean they measured everything and in the process
their disgusting hands roamed and felt and squeezed.
"Her bust size will change dramatically to a 42DD over
the coming months so make sure the bosom can be
changed, and I want plenty of restraint loops on it as
well," Paula said to him.
They were looking at pictures in a book but would not
show me anything. "You realize she will be very
uncomfortable in this," he said to which Paula
responded, "I understand but that is really of no
consequence." I started to protest and they brought out
a bridle type head device which had a large cock shaped
dildo as a part of it. "Force it on her so she will
shut up. I am tired of her wining ad sniveling," Paula
said to him. His assistant came out and together, they
muzzled me.
"I also want the fanny bare with cutouts and the nipple
areas open. Her customer likes to 'manage' his
subjects," she added. Finally I was told to get dressed
and I went quite docilely to do as I was told. "You can
go shopping like that unless you promise faithfully to
be quiet unless spoken to Charlotte," she said to me. I
nodded my head to say yes I would do as I was told. I
was allowed to remove the muzzle and told to touch up
my lips.
"Before we leave," Paula said. "I want a 4" wide kid
belt about twenty inches in length with a large buckle
for her. That should squeeze her down to about 18
inches." The owner of the shop found one and his helper
fastened it around my 20 inch waist which he forcefully
compressed down to 18 inches. I could hardly breathe
and almost fainted from the agony.
Our next stop was the Salon where I was given a wash
and styling. "She looks so tarty but she is stunning,"
said Ms DeManda, the owner. Paula said, "She will tell
you ALL about today and what she did, won't you dear."
I realized that I was to be very specific and so I
recounted in detail ALL the embarrassing and
humiliating things that had taken place.
My face was so red and I was so embarrassed as they
made me retell it over again to one of the patrons. By
now it was 5 p.m. and we were ready to leave. "We are
going to the Hunting Club for cocktails so we'll see
you later," Paula said to Ms DeManda. I was told that
the Hunting Club was a semi straight bar where there
was great interest in horseback riding. The men and
women there were very much into "Dressage."
When we arrived it was very busy and packed. The aroma
of leather was quite prevalent in the air. The owner,
James, came up to Kay and hugged her warmly. "So this
is your newest merchandise," he said. "Let me look and
feel." He literally did just that. I was forced to turn
around and pose. His hands roamed across the skin tight
leather skirt lingering on my fanny.
"You know I have a real problem tonight. One of my
cocktail hostesses is sick and I need a hot cocktail
waitress for the next 7 hours. She can make some really
good money and probably book at least four or five
'appointments' for later meetings."
Paula said in response, "I'd be happy to leave her with
you however, you'll have to make sure she gets home
somehow. We'll stay for a while and watch her work. Do
you still allow your patrons to touch the help?" The
manager, James, said "Of course." With that I was led
off to the back room, given a bar bank a tray and a
warning to "Make your customers feel like you really
like them... or else. By the way," I was told, "We will
have an auction later tonight - you'll fetch a great
price."
EPISODE 16: OFFERED TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
"Waitress," I heard called out. I turned to see a man,
in riding jodhpurs signaling to me. "Come here and take
our orders, or it will be to the stables with you," he
said. One after another the patrons of the club pinged
on me. Get this take that fetch me a soda and on it
went. For more than two hours without rest I worked the
crowd. My feet and calves were in agony. The incredible
spike heeled pumps I was wearing were sheer torture.
The owner led me in back just after the first hour to a
private room. There I was made to remove the tight
leather skirt I had on which came just above my knees.
I was given a shorter one which draped a little in
front but exposed my entire fanny in back. "Good," he
said, "They all like to see the flanks before they
buy." My garters and frilly bare fanny panties were
exposed for everyone to see, what I later found out was
they were also exposed for all to fondle as well.
The panty brief Paula had made me put on that morning
did little more than cover the crack of my bum and then
only because it fit right in the slit. I mean there was
so much bare skin I literally blushed bright red. "Now
go out there and sell yourself. If you don't your buyer
might be a low class person who will simply use you as
stud bait," the owner said. What was all this buy and
such I wondered.
I did my best to keep serving, but hands were
everywhere. One woman with vicious long nails took
forever to explore my inner thigh and what little
remained of Charles. The walls of the club were covered
with paintings and worse yet, photographs of women as
dressage ponies. They had bits and harnesses and were
pulling chariots or had small women riders on their
backs in saddles. Worse all of them seemed to have the
same pendulous breasts as the pictures at the doctors.
At least I knew I didn't have nipples as full and
bulging as those in the photos, so there was no way I
could ever be forced into that role. The worst part of
all was the serving that I had to do for those people
sitting at the low tables and on the sofas. The reeking
leather smell was exciting, but I was forced to bend
over at the waist as I did at work to serve them. They
had terrible hands when my whole bum was sticking up in
the air.
One time when I was serving a couple of men and one
woman, one of the men reached over and took the nipple
of one of my breasts firmly between his thumb and
forefinger. Right through the blouse and my bra he did
it. He held on tightly till a tear came to my eye. He
pulled down toward the table forcing me into an
exaggerated bent over position. Ever more firmly he
applied pressure till I let out a sob. Just then a
strop was applied across my bare fanny cheeks, it stung
and I tried to straighten up, but he wouldn't let go.
What kind of disgusting people were these I wondered.
Did they treat all women this way? Then to my surprise,
he put a twenty dollar bill in my tip box and let go.
Did they just get pleasure from demonstrating their
control over women? I went to the ladies room to check
on my poor bruised nipple. Once inside I peeked inside
my blouse and bra. It was red and very swollen.
Then the owner came in. He even went into the women's
rest room I thought. He took my hand and led me back to
the office where he had made me change my skirt.
"Strip," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Do it or you'll get a real whipping with this belt,"
he said.
I realized he meant it and started to do so.
"Here let me help you. I don't want you to break any
nails on that belt. He took out a key and unlocked the
little padlock on the buckle. What a relief I felt as
he unbuckled the belt. I then realized that a video
camera was scanning me as I undressed. "Turn around and
let everyone see your body. Raise your arms above your
head," he said.
"As everyone can see," he said again, "Charlotte here
is just developing. We expect her to be fully matured
and 'filled out' within the next six to ten weeks. By
then the customary harness and breast support should
fit. Of course those interested in placing a starting
bid can do so tonight. Anyone wishing to examine her in
greater detail should be here next Saturday night when
she will be available for examination. Minimum starting
bids will be accepted at $25,000 and advance deposits
start at $2500."
He concluded that little scenario as I stood there in
shock. When he turned to me he said, "That little
performance was broadcast to twenty cities who will
show it to their clients during the week. Of course, I
am not sure Paula will wish to sell you, at least just
yet. I just hope to tempt her with enough money to make
her think about how she develops your figure. Perhaps,
you can make some kind of agreement with her that will
keep her from selling you. I must tell you that all my
"ponies" enjoy a pampered life but a well used one."
I was in shock and terribly alarmed. After all what
could I offer to Paula and my wicked sister Kay that
would be so attractive to them? What could I offer to
do? How would I be able to prevent my permanent
bondage? "Put your clothes on and get back to work.
Oh... by the way, our local patrons saw that little
show as well," he said. I dressed and again the severe
waist cinch belt was padlocked around my waist.
Back outside I was so embarrassed. Hands were once
again everywhere. "Just checking your muscle tone
dear," one woman said. By 2 a.m. I was exhausted and
ready to collapse. My body had been subjected to so
much examination I was black and blue or so it felt.
Paula and Kay arrived at the club. They had obviously
been partying but they took me in hand and we headed
home.
Once at home, Paula wanted to know all about the
evening. When I explained what had gone on, she smiled
evilly. I realized I was at her total mercy and I
didn't like that at all. "Get ready for bed," she said
"And don't forget to douche thoroughly. I'll bring your
shot in as doctor wants you to have your hormone level
boosted further all week long. We have to see her again
next Friday afternoon."
I stripped and went into the bathroom. Kay was there
and had a large douche bag ready. I was made to cleanse
thoroughly which seemed to take forever. Finally I was
cleaned out. "Tonight we are going to use this extra
large dildo and every night from now on as well," she
said. With that she brought out a monster. It must have
been over ten inches long and it was massive in
diameter.
"Come over here and lay over my lap," she said. I was
wearing a sleep corselets and a sleep bra. All I had on
otherwise was the very brief testes shield. Paula and
Kay wanted to make sure my poor remaining testes were
always forced up inside my body cavity.
I lay over Paula's lap as she told me to. She began to
massage my poor tender bum which had been abused by all
those men and women at the club all night. After about
ten minutes I began to relax. She then took a large
vibrating dildo and applied some KY Jelly to its ugly
end.
I was starting to get excited from the attention. "Its
time you cleaned my pussy," she said to me. With that
she put me down and climbed up on the bed. She lay back
and spread her legs. Her beautiful peignoir fall apart
exposing the carefully trimmed mound of blonde curly
hair. I climbed up on the bed on my knees and buried my
face between her legs. Eagerly I began to lap at her
beautiful pussy. I was excited and enjoying it.
Kay came up behind me and continued to massage my fanny
cheeks. The dildo buzzed and made me relax. All of a
sudden as Paula became quite excited and reached her
climax. Then the massive cock-shaped dildo was brutally
forced into my rosebud. It was massive and spread me
brutally. Its effect on me as Kay shoved it all the way
in, was explosive. I literally had an orgasm which
while it was dry, made every muscle in my belly clench.
I found my self bucking and shuddering.
"Great," said Paula, "You had your own feminine orgasm
just as that massive cock plunged in you. You brought
your Mistress off and enjoyed it yourself as a woman.
You're going to experience that again and again from
now on. Soon you'll really be used to climaxing from
male sex or when serving a woman and that will be your
pleasure."
I asked her, "Why does it have to that way? Why can't I
choose?"
She replied, "You gave up that right forever when you
destroyed our marriage with your insensitivity and lack
of care for the risk you placed on me and my career.
From now on, your pleasure or release or for that
matter anything else will be when a superior woman
desires it and tells you to, or when you are out
earning your keep. You are and will always be a sexual
toy for my pleasure or profit."
It was time for bed and I was given a nice silken baby
doll set. They had forced the cock shaped monster dildo
in my bottom beyond the sphincter. I was told that they
had a tool to retrieve it easily, but that I was not
allowed to remove it. With that I climbed into bed and
fell asleep. Sunday came bright and early with many
surprises.
EPISODE 17: HOUSEMAID
Once again those terrible words shook me from my sleep.
"Wake up you lazy slut, it's a new day and you have a
lot to do," said Kay. I opened my eyes immediately
remembered last night. Paula's words echoed in my ears
and worse, those of the owner of The Hunting Club. Kay
threw my running clothes at me and I dressed for my
morning exercise. When I finally returned, Paula was
waiting for me.
I've never told you but Paula has the most magnificent
physique. She is stunningly figured with a tiny waist
and fiercely uplifted 38D breasts. Their nipples are
huge and surrounded by gorgeous full areolas. He waist
is a mere 20 inches and her hips a lush 30 inches. She
is 5'8" in stocking feet and is a raging natural
blonde.
She is intensely proud of her femininity and fiercely
dominant. She knows the effect her body and personality
have in totally overpowering any challenge to her will.
Things normal women would not do, she does just to show
her strength of personality. When I returned home from
my run, she was partially dressed. She had showered and
done her makeup.
She was wearing her usual lacy garter belt, black
stockings, a very, very brief thong style brief and
over all a black peignoir. She loved to flaunt her
massive breasts. I swear I don't know how she had
maintained their upright muscle tone. There was no sag
whatsoever to them as they jutted proudly outward and
up. "Don't you wish you had a set like mine," she
mocked. "Then you'd be a real woman, not just a slutty
wannnabe," she said. "At least then I'd have some
reason to keep you around."
Then her words turned to other things. "Go shower, and
Kay will remove your pussy plug. When you are done
showering I'll have some special clothes for you after
breakfast. We will talk about it at the table." I
headed for the shower and some relief. Have you any
idea what it is like jogging with something so massive
up your backside. After showering Kay removed the
terrible thing. I cleansed completely. After wrapping a
towel around my hair as I had been taught, I slipped on
a peignoir that had been laid out for me.
At the table Paula had once again set out a very sparse
breakfast. My waist size had already dropped at least 1
1/2 inches however my hips seemed to be more
pronounced. Paula began by saying. "I am having people
in and out all day and I need you to see to it that
they are properly taken care of. Kay and I have joined
a formal "Feminine Dominance Group" which specializes
in training sissy males. Several wives will be visiting
us during the day to discuss what to do with their
husbands and in some cases sons."
She continued, "You will be our housemaid for the day
and will do so in a formal French Maid's costume
specially modified to emphasize what can be done to
subjugate such men and boys. Unfortunately, if you were
better endowed above the waist it would be better. We
shall try however and if it doesn't work out and we are
unable to arrive at some remedy, I may just take The
Hunt Club owner up on his offer."
I was really concerned when she said that and said, "I
have done my best so far this past ten days. I would
like very much to please you more, but I don't know how
I can do more."
When I finished eating the toast and fruit juice, I
took my pills and excused myself from the table. "Go in
the bedroom and get your black corset, the one with the
bust cutouts and return here," she said. I did as I was
told. They then led me to the garage and the lacing
bar.
As had been the case every day since it all started, I
was hooked to the lacing bar by the wrists and it was
drawn into the air. Once again, that horrible milking
machine was affixed to my member and my nipples. It
began its unending sucking and breast stimulation.
Then after a while, they began the brutal lacing again.
Finally, I was once again down to less than 20 inches.
As before they kneaded and pulled my breast flesh out
to the maximum. "What bra will I be wearing today?" I
asked.
Paula said, "You'll not be wearing a bra at all today.
Your uniform requires a bare bosom." "That will be so
embarrassing why must I do that?" I whined. "First of
all because I require it and secondly, since you are so
resistant to breast enhancement, you might as well find
out what it will be like if you don't," she said. I
really wasn't looking forward to whatever she had
planned.
My waist was horribly crunched and my poor member had
been drained dry. My nipples were so sore and tender. I
just wished they would stop torturing me and let me
return to my old self.
After the time on the machine was over, I was let down.
The made me do my own stockings this morning and the
they gave me this incredible pair of 6 inch spike
heeled patent pumps. The toes had this little bow and a
cutout area in front of that. My pretty painted toes
showed through the tips at the cutout. Then I was made
to pose for the video camera.
Next my member, what little bit was left was hooked
again to the thong and pulled up between my thighs. The
back ends of the thong were fastened to the back side
of the corset. When I bent forward, it pulled the end
of my member further backward. My testes were still
forced up into my body cavity.
Next came the crinoline petticoats and then the maid's
costume. It covered my entire upper body from the waist
up, however, it had two cutouts for my bosom. My poor
tits looked so small even though there were really
developing. They did stick out but I was embarrassed.
"Now if you had boobs, like mine," Paula said, "You
could really be proud."
I almost found myself wishing for them but was in shock
at the thought. I did my hair and makeup, which by now
I was getting pretty good at. Some mousse in my hair
and a pick was all it took. Next came a maid's cap and
a fluffy white apron. All the while they filmed me on
the video.
"You are to clean the house thoroughly. Dust
everywhere, vacuum, and wipe down everything. The
furniture is to be polished as well. Start in the
dining room and then move on to the other rooms. By the
way, you'll be serving tea and cookies as our guests
arrive. By the way, don't forget your serving manners
from work," she finished.
Here I was all done up as a French maid, without
panties, and with bare boobs. My bare fanny cheeks
peeked from under the crinolines every time I walked. I
was beet red just thinking of it all. Well off I went
to the dining room to start cleaning. They kept that
damned videocamera going the whole time. Soon I
realized they were making a tape for today.
Within the hour, the door bell rang. I was instructed
to answer the door and to "Be sure to curtsey." I went
to the door and there was a beautiful woman with what
was probably her husband. She was in exquisitely
tailored black wool. It was a suit that had wide lapels
and allowed her swelling bosom to be partially and
seductively displayed. She had a small gold chain in
her hand which apparently went to her husband's neck.
I curtsied and said, "Welcome. I am Charlotte, may I
say who is calling?" I was told her name was Althea and
this was her husband Denny. I escorted them to the
living room and asked if the wished any refreshment.
Althea, said she would have tea and so would Dennis.
"Before you go, Charlotte, let me look at you and I
wish to examine your costume.
I stood before her and she proceeded to check my
gartered stockings, and my waistline. "Very good, I
like the degree to which you are laced. Dennis here
needs more training with his figure. Turn around... now
bend over and grab your ankles." I was so embarrassed
but I did as I was told. She probed at how my member
was secured. "Tell me dear girl does your Mistress sell
your talents and does she train your pussy for use?"
Althea asked.
I was even more embarrassed but I answered after she
pinched my bottom sharply. "Yes ma'am I am available
for use by other people as my sole purpose in life is
to satisfy my Mistress' needs and wants. My pussy is
regularly stretched and conditioned and I have also
been trained to pleasure men or women with my tongue."
I couldn't believe I said all that and so easily. Just
then Paula came into the room and said, "Isn't she
trained well? Now you see what can be done Althea." "I
am impressed... How long did you say she has been in
training?," Althea said.
Paula answered, "It's been a mere ten days, but the
best is yet to come. Why don't you stay for a while and
we'll let you see ALL that she has learned to do.
Perhaps we can even show you how she has learned to
satisfy a man."
Althea responded, "Well I'd love to stay and just see
if some of my really kinky wishes are satisfiable. You
will have to loan me a leather covered ruler or a cat-
o-nine tails however."
EPISODE 18: MAID TO PERFORM
I was standing before Althea, being rudely examined and
explored while her silly husband Dennis was watching.
"Paula, Charlotte's lips are so full and lush. How do
you achieve such a pouty result... she looks inviting,
absolutely luscious and sultry?" Althea said. Paula
responded, "Since you have paid our initial fee I can
tell you. Better yet however, why not have Charlotte
answer all your questions." I understood what she had
meant and told of my collagen treatment.
"Does she do the housework, as well?" Althea asked.
"Yes ma'am, I do everything here," I responded. "May I
be excused Mistress, I have much yet to do," I asked
curtsying. With a wave of her hand I was dismissed. I
set about dusting and cleaning, knowing that if I
didn't I would get a severe whipping. Paula and Althea
sat to talk and then Kay motioned me to the kitchen.
"Here is their tea. Serve it properly and don't forget
to ask if they wish sugar or milk. If they do ask how
many and properly put the sugar in for them if they
wish," she said. I took the silver serving tray with
everything on it to the living room. So far everything
was going well. "Althea said to Paula, "Dennis here
needs so much training. My lover comes over regularly
but occasionally I am not interested in sex, so I need
some way to send him home relieved. I think a pretty
sexy French Maid giving him a blow job would be just
the thing or better than that a special pussy for him
to ream would work. He just gushes like a never ending
fire hose but loves to screw forever. How talented can
you make Dennis?," she asked.
"Come here Charlotte," said Paula. "Dennis, remove your
pants and undies," said Althea. He did and revealed
some black bikini style briefs with lace on them. "Now
Charlotte, I want you to give him a blow job and don't
miss a drop," she ordered. Disgusted I dropped to my
knees and reached for his flaccid penis. Althea said,
"One of the reasons I am doing this is Dennis can't
seem to get a real erection any more. If you have
trained her well we'll know it soon enough."
"If she doesn't get him up and off, I'll demonstrate my
newest whip to you till she does," Paula said to her.
Realizing my plight, I went to work on Dennis. He was
long but soft. I took as much in my mouth as I could
manage and began to suck and lick. I soon had him a
little firmer.
"Lick his balls you slut," said Paula. I realized Kay
was once again videotaping me. "Look," said Althea,
"Her ruby lips look so rich and full around that cock.
I just know if I could make Dennis look that good I
could entertain Bruce properly if I am uninterested or
if I want some extra money for toys and goodies he
would be saleable."
Finally after 15 minutes of aggressive work on my part
he came. "Don't swallow it... hold it in your mouth,"
Paula said. I was made then to kiss Dennis and forced
it into his mouth while Althea held his head by the
hair. With that they released me to continue cleaning.
Then while I was working the watched a collection of
video tapes all made of me. I was so embarrassed.
Finally after two hours they left but not before Althea
had paid Paula another deposit of $1000. She also told
Paula that Dennis' new name was going to be Denise and
that she would begin his training immediately.
Then, the next couple showed up and it was a repeat all
over of the session with Althea and Denise. Next came a
threesome and should have known I was headed for
trouble. A stunning tall black woman was there when I
opened the door. She had two men with her. One was a
small white man and her other companion was a huge very
good looking black man she called Luther.
She introduced herself as Myra. I went through the
motions of my introduction, some explanations and stood
for examination as I had before. "My, my Paula, you
have done wonders with your little toy. She is truly
adorable although I must admit her boobs are pitiful. I
mean if my maid looked that tiny, she would be
scheduled for surgery immediately! She does appear to
have promise," Myra concluded. I was really embarrassed
and my cheeks glowed red.
"Well I am working on her and we do have an appointment
Friday for another checkup. Then we will probably build
her bust by at least 800 cc of saline. She does have
other advantages, however. Luther might just enjoy
filling that lovely flexible pussy of hers. I believe
we have her conditioned to take even his gorgeous
monster," Paula said as she smiled evilly.
Myra replied with a wicked gleam in her eye, "I'll bet
$100 she can't handle him without tears for say...
thirty minutes or till he comes three times, whichever
is sooner."
I was aghast at their insensitivity. After all they
sounded like a bunch of jocks in a locker room. It was
my ass they were betting on and I didn't even have a
say. Besides if his arms and hands were any indication,
I wasn't sure how long I could last.
Paula accepted the bet and turned to me saying, "Well
you little slut, let's see if all the practice you had
at the Longhorn Bar the other night pays off. If you do
weaken and cry out, then I'll whip your ass till it
bleeds. I hate to lose bets to Myra." She told Luther
to take me in the bedroom and call when he "Had me
warmed up." With that he stood up, grabbed my wrist,
and led me to the bedroom with tears streaming from my
eyes, but not a word from my mouth.
Luther forced me onto the bed on my knees, lifted my
skirt and began to explore my rosebud with his finger.
It was uncomfortable and painful, but I bit my tongue.
Then he pulled me off the bed and forced me to my
knees. "Strip me bitch," he snarled. I began to
unbuckle his pants and dropped them around his knees.
He was wearing nothing underneath, no shorts or
briefs... nothing. Then there it was... IT WAS MASSIVE
as it hung there. Soft it was easily six inches long
and as big as an Italian sausage around. He grabbed my
hair and forced my face to it saying, "Ok bitch make it
get hard... take it in your mouth and do what you've
been trained to." I shuddered not wanting to touch it.
It was black and huge. He hauled off and slapped me
across the face and my tears started to flow, but I
still said nothing.
I had no choice so I reached for the body of his cock.
Underneath the main vein was full and fat. I could feel
it begin to pulse as I touched him. I opened my mouth
but it was obvious that I would have to open really,
really wide. I tried but it was really difficult to
take more than a little bit in. He was starting to get
firmer and finally I got the head in past my lips. It
was so huge I was almost gagging so I pulled it out.
Slowly I licked the long shaft and the underside of his
massive balls. He became weak in the knees and sat down
on the bed, I positioned myself so that I could
continue to pleasure him. Once again I slowly took the
head of his huge organ into my mouth and gently sucked.
I found that I could apply more pressure and started
taking more and more of him in until the tip of his
cock was touching the back of my throat. I started to
gag again and pulled back, slowly I repeated until my
throat relaxed. I couldn't get all of him in me, but he
seemed to have no problem with what I could do because,
he started to shake and moan and finally came in a
flood that I quickly tried to swallow. Some streamed
out of the corner of my mouth and I caught the residual
in a tissue from the nightstand.
"Good, now you've just got me warmed up," he said. He
had almost gagged me with his flow. "On your knees on
the bed cunt," he shouted. I did as I was told and
climbed on the bed and assumed a "Frog" position. I was
scared and certainly not ready to be impaled by his
monster tool.
"It will hurt - please don't damage me," I pleaded. He
took some KY jelly from the tube on the bed stand and
liberally "Greased" me. Then he spread my cheeks
forcefully and began to push that monster against my
rosebud. His pressure was firm and persistent but still
forceful. I felt myself beginning to yield. Finally my
rosebud relaxed a little and he began to enter me. I
began to shake.
He was so massive and it hurt so bad. Then once he had
the head in, he shoved forcefully. I felt my skin flush
and then I thought I was going to see stars. My poor
little dick dripped as he surged past my prostate. He
never seemed to end he was so huge. Then he started to
pump in and out. All of a sudden he reached around my
chest and grabbed each bare tit. He pulled on them
painfully while he rammed his member deep in me.
I was shaking all over. The sensitivity of my nipples
was so great that any touching of them drove me crazy.
He squeezed and kneaded and pinched till they wanted to
scream. My fanny started to squirm and wriggle. It was
so emotional I was beginning to enjoy it. His thrusts
got more insistent and soon he exploded. It was like an
oil well had burst inside of me. He kept pushing and
thrusting getting hard once again. This went on for
what must have been half an hour.
Finally, he pulled out. I was sore and bruised but
above all my face was flushed to a bright red color. I
realized that Paula and Kay had been filming it
watched. "Well, you owe me $100," said Myra. Paula
responded, "She'll have to work it out doing time for
you in your motel with some of your customers."
EPISODE 19: THE NEXT VISITOR
Paula said, "Well you have already cost me money and
you'll have to work it off at Myra's. That will come
later though. We still have Jen, her other companion.
Go to your room and clean up. Kay will supervise while
you clean up so you can continue your duties," she
concluded. I followed my bitchy sister to my room and
under her supervision, redid my makeup and hair. She
would not let me clean myself with a douche. Instead I
was told to "Put a plug in and hold it."
I was so squishy inside. Luther must have shot a half
pint of fluid in me and it was sticky. Finally all back
together, but walking very sorely, I returned to the
living room. When I arrived there, Jen was in different
clothes. He was wearing baby clothes including diapers
and a pink little girl's outfit. "Jen has messed her
diapers and needs to be changed Charlotte," said. She
extended a clawed finger pointing toward the bag on the
floor.
I thought I was going to be ill. Jen was laying on the
floor on "Her" back. Her costume was complete to the
tiniest detail. "Jen is growing through the stages of
girlhood and won't be allowed to dress as you do for
several years. I started to protest when Kay came over
and grabbed my hair. I was pulled over her lap, my
short ruffled skirt and petticoats pulled up and my
bare bottom and viciously paddled with a ruler. "You
were told to change her diapers," bitched Kay. I stood
up, rubbing my sore red bottom saying, "yes Mistress...
immediately."
I went over to the bag and opened it to find a complete
diaper set with powder, clean panties and diaper wipes.
Pulling on all my remaining courage, I went over to
CHANGE Jennie. I unpinned her diapers and sure enough
found a mess. Almost gagging I wiped her clean,
powdered and fitted a clean diaper to her. I pinned it
and replaced her panties.
"Good," said Paula, "Now Myra tells me that Jennie
likes to breast feed and is always hungry after being
changed. Go sit on the couch," she said. I did as I was
told and they brought "Jennie" over and laid her on the
couch with her head cradled in my arms. "It's so nice
when a mother's breast is so readily available for a
baby's feeding. All maids should wear a costume like
Charlotte," Myra said.
Jennie lifted her head and within a second had fastened
her mouth around one of my sensitive bare nipples. It
was so uncomfortable and hurt. She sucked hard and
pulled at the nipple taking as much of my budding
breast in her mouth as she could. It was so exciting
because of the sensitive nature of my nipples. Her hand
clawed at the other breast and soon she switched over
to that one.
The first nipple was quite swollen and ever so much
tender. It was ruby red and pulsing from all the
sucking. Jennie's teeth kept grazing the other nipple
as she tried to draw milk from it. Of course it was
dry, but Jennie was having a ball.
"Well," said Myra, "You certainly do have a great nanny
there. I am sure we can find a regular use for her in
caring for Jennie. Besides, in time her breasts will be
the size of my own and Jennie will have a ball. Then to
think she can also clean house and do laundry as well.
Paula I am certain when Jennie is of training age, I'll
be bringing her to you. I'm sold," Myra concluded.
"Charlotte must get back to her work," Paula said. "We
have many more guests coming for this evening. Come
here Charlotte," Paula ordered. I literally unfastened
Jennie from my other nipple and rose to go over to her.
Each of my nipples throbbed from the incessant childish
sucking. It was like being on the milking machine only
worse.
"You may continue your work and don't miss a spot or it
will be some more of Luther and the leather ruler for
you," she said. There was no way I wanted that so I
bustled off to do my duties. They concluded their
conversation and Myra gave Paula a piece of paper. They
left and Paula came in to the dining room where I was
waxing the furniture. "Well I have her address and in a
couple of weeks, you'll spend the weekend in Berkeley
at her "Motel" serving guests," Paula said.
By then it was six o'clock and I was famished. "Kay has
some canapés and hors d'oerves for you to prepare. Lay
them out on platters nicely. Our guests will start
arriving within the hour," she said. I spoke up saying,
"Must I wear this shameful uniform with the bare
breasts all evening? Can't I have something a little
nicer?" I asked. Paula responded, "Well if your breasts
were a little fuller I would put you in something else.
It's important for you to appreciate things that are
available to you when they are offered."
I responded, "You know I don't want to change my body.
When will you let me be normal again?" I moaned. Paula
looked at me with a vengeance and said, "I told you
that your new feminine life is what will be normal for
you forever more. You will remain my sex toy and
plaything forever. There is no going back... only
forward.
"Where you end up or rather whether you stay with Kay
and me instead of being sold to one of those "pony
people" at the Riding Club or some sheik in the middle
east is the only question. If you were smart, you would
accept my offers to make you prettier and more natural
looking. Instead you fight me all the way. Very well, I
can arrange for a 44DD or even a 48 inch bust if you
want to be difficult."
I started to cry and instead of tenderness, I was
pulled over her lap and severely paddled again. There
must have been more than thirty strokes laid across my
poor buns and upper thighs. I stated to kick my feet as
I had been taught and that only stimulated my poor
little clitty member pulled up between my legs. My buns
and upper thighs felt incredibly hot and flushed and I
began to feel that clenching in my tummy. All of a
sudden I realized I was experiencing an orgasm, dry
albeit, from the spanking alone. What was happening to
me?
She let me up and I rushed from the room. I went to the
bathroom and tried to clean myself up. That incessant
spanking had made me sexually excited and that plug in
my cum filled pussy made it even worse. Paula knew I
was hot and she followed me to the bathroom. When she
came in, she was clad in her garter belt, stockings and
bra.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bed. Then she
sat on the bed and raised her legs exposing a lush
bush. "Service your Mistress slave," she commanded as
she forced my face into her steamy pussy. I began to
lick and probe and at the same time I got even more
excited. I was lost in a frenzy as her blood and mine
boiled.
Just as I felt myself coming to my own climax, she
gushed and Kay came up behind me. I felt a series of
hard stinging slaps again across my fanny as my stomach
muscles clenched and my body shuddered. Just then Paula
reached forward and grasped each of my tender nipples
between a thumb and forefinger. Viciously she squeezed
and twisted. Tears gushed as I writhed in joyous agony
little realizing what pattern they were setting for me.
My whole being trembled and shook at the excitement,
the rush, and the incredible mixing of sexual
excitement with the pain and abuse. Once again they had
used punishment on me at the same time as I was being
sexually aroused. I didn't realize it but they were
conditioning me to go into a sexual frenzy when
associated with nipple torture, spanking, servicing
women, and being humiliated. I collapsed on the floor
unable to move or think...
After several minutes on the floor, I began to recover
and was able to move and talk. My nipples were so sore
and my fanny glowed a crimson red. Paula's steamy
juices covered my face and hair. I felt an inner glow
that I could not explain or really put my finger on. My
uniform was a disaster as well.
Paula got up off the bed and came over to me. Se was so
gorgeous with her erect jutting bosom straining to be
free of her bra. Her nipples were hard and pushed
through the bra fabric while her bosom strained to flow
out of the cups of the 38C bra she barely wore. Her
frame was small enough so that she appeared to be
exquisitely endowed.
Her beautiful bush was still damp and glistened beneath
the arch of her garter belt. Tightly gartered stocking
tops marched in front of me and I leaned forward to
kiss them respectfully. "Did you enjoy pleasing your
Mistress, Charlotte?" she asked in a soft warm voice.
"Oh yes Mistress, I have never had a release like that
in my life ever," I responded.
"I am so glad you did enjoy it. It's a sample of what
pleasure awaits you as your womanhood grows. Tonight
when our club guests arrive you may have another
opportunity to be of service. Now be a good girl and go
clean up. Kay will leave you a clean uniform and do
hurry, our guests will soon be arriving for the
evening," she concluded.
EPISODE 20: DOMINATRIX CLUB MEETING
I stripped off my uniform and undies and went into the
bathroom. My nylons were covered with cum as was my
hair. Quickly I showered and douched. It suddenly felt
so good to have the solution gushing inside my "Pussy."
Now I understood why women liked it so much. Finally it
ran clear and I was able to get out of the shower. Kay
had laid out clean undies and a fresh uniform. However,
first she led me to the garage where Paula and she
hoisted me in the air to be laced into a rigid black
leather corset.
As they pulled and tugged at the laces I could feel
myself being once again squeezed into the hourglass
shape they required. Fresh black seamed hose were
fastened to my garters and then Kay presented me with
my shoes for the evening.
"Charlotte," she said, "I just know how very much you
have come to adore skyscraper heels. You'll look
adorable tonight in these seven inch pumps." I squeaked
out, "Mistress Kay, I will barely be able to walk in
those and I certainly can't spend all night in them."
They were forced onto my feet by Kay and as she did it,
Paula began with the leather paddle on my bare bottom.
"We have told you a hundred times that you are not to
question our decisions. If you don't learn that lesson,
you can spend the entire work day in them all next week
at the salon," Paula screeched. I was getting excited
by the spanking and the shoes. What had they done to
me? With that I was lowered to the floor and forced to
walk about in those shoes. It was nearly impossible
because the heel base was so tiny and they forced my
arches and instep into an exaggerated position. I could
look down and see a straight vertical line of my leg,
instep and then those shoes.
Paula made me come to her and when I stood before her
she said, "Very sexy... they will love that. Then she
reached between my legs and brutally forced my
shriveled testes up into my body cavity where they had
been for days. They strapped the thong around the
shrunken head of my member and pulled it once again up
between my thighs completely out of sight. The thong
ends were tied to the base of my corset in back.
"We could leave her like this all night couldn't we,"
she asked Kay. She responded, "Well I would add nipple
clamps with chains to her ear lobes, a fanny and bust
harness and training glove to keep her arms as one
behind her back. That would present a really submissive
slave to our members and you might win the prize." Then
Paula said, "I know let's do that and also let's put a
serving tray around her waist with little chains to her
nipples and earrings." Kay thought that was a great
idea and said so.
I was led back to the bedroom and they began. Paula
forced my mouth open and swiftly inserted a large dildo
gag. I was helpless to speak as they fastened straps
behind my head holding it in. Next they brought out
what looked like a pair of shoulder length leather
gloves with laces on them. There were however, only
mitts at the end. These were carefully laced on my
hands and arms till they firmly gripped me clear to the
armpits.
Next my arms were pulled behind my back and held there
by Kay. I couldn't tell exactly what they were doing
but soon I felt my arms being pulled toward each other
from the wrist upward. It was unbearable until I
relaxed and quit fighting it. Soon I was lead to the
three way mirror. As I stood there looking in the left
side mirror, I could see my arms had been laced into a
single glove-like tube immobilizing me completely.
Then Kay brought out something that looked like leather
straps and buckles. I did not know they even had such
items in the house. It turned out to be a two piece
leather harness. The first part was just like a bra. It
went from a collar around my neck with radiating straps
down like a halter bra. They forced my budding breasts
out through the small opening for each one so that they
were encircled by leather straps and made look larger.
Next they fastened what turned out to be halter traps
under my fanny cheeks forcing my derriere dramatically
upward and outward. Then a wide stiff strap was forced
between my fanny cheeks spreading them even more. The
look was so dramatic I started to shake. They were
helping me to balance myself but it was very difficult
in those heels without the use of my arms.
As I stood in front of the mirror all I could see was
this exotic creature in a extreme wasp-waisted leather
corset, bare bosom, gagged and worst of all of my pubic
hair showing. The electrolysis had shaped it into a
narrow vertical line that went right to my member which
was now not visible. That looked just like those
trimmed pussies in Playboy magazine. I was so
embarrassed and humiliated by all this.
They then sat me down and did my makeup. As usual it
was very erotically done with very dramatic eyes. The
earrings they chose however were quite unusual. They
were long and pendulous but also were extremely heavy.
It was obvious that any head movement would make them
swing dramatically.
I soon realized why they had chosen them. A star shaped
device with a hole in the center was forced over each
nipple. Already I was so sensitive and tender there
that any touch at all was quite stimulating. However,
after the nipple had been forced through, they attached
a little clamp to hold the stars on. Each star point
had a little silver ring in it. Inside the nipple hole
there were little sharp points.
A small chain was attached to the top point and then to
the bottom of the heaviest part of the earring. As my
head moved so did the pendulum of the earring and each
motion gave a multiple set of tugs on my poor nipples.
Next they brought out a circular tray affair that was
fastened around my waist. I was not quite small enough
at twenty inches so it had to be forced closed
tightening my waist down even more dramatically.
"As long as your back is perfectly straight my dear,"
said Paula, "Nothing will spill. However, if you so
much as bend even half an inch, there will be a mess
and you will be spanked as much as the person who is
spilled upon wishes." Kay interjected, "You know as
dramatically as her lovely bum is presented everyone
will be quite eager to get at it and it ought to get
quite crimson very easily."
Next they hooked a small chain from a star point on one
side to a different star point on the other side. This
was then duplicated in reverse so that there were two
chains crisscrossing from each nipple star. Next a tiny
bell was attached to the two chains so that any chain
movement caused a tickling sound. They then ran a small
chain to each side of the waist tray making sure it was
taught when I was standing perfectly straight. If I
leaned over to ease the strain of the chain then The
tray would tilt and things would spill I was told.
Next a gold chain was run across from one earring to
the other nipple clamp holding the nipple star on.
There was thus a large X of gold chain across my bare
chest as well as under my tiny bosom. Finally there was
a small chain run between the innermost nipple star
points. Overall the movement of the chains alone
without the pull from the large earrings was
significant. To keep the discomfort at the least I had
to be perfectly motionless.
"Now lets test her responsiveness," said Kay as she
brought out a long flexible rod. It was in fact a buggy
whip. I could say nothing, and had my arms of course
immobilized so could not defend myself. Ever so lightly
yet painfully Kay flicked the buggy whip at my bare
fanny. It stung and I jumped from the effect. That of
course made those very heavy earrings swing sharply and
made the tray move as well. The sharp pulling on my
already very tender nipples was immediate and sent a
shiver through me. Jenny had nursed on me for that
afternoon and my poor tits and nipples were still very
tender and quite sensitive.
Once again they had discovered a way to merge painful
sensations and nipple stimulus, with sexual attire and
submissiveness. Kay did it several times more and my
pulse was pounding. I could feel my temples throb and
my stomach churning. "Very good my little slut... You
are quite responsive and I am sure our sister
Mistresses will all love to see you respond all
evening," Kay said.
I saw Paula watching and licking her glossy lips as I
was being tantalized and tormented. My legs were in
agony as I tried to keep my balance in those terrible 7
inch pumps. She said, "Well Charlotte, you finally see
how it feels to be totally helpless when someone you
depended on completely disregards your personal needs.
You look so desirable so immobilized and you are quite
dependent on me and Kay in every way aren't You?
However, my dear girl, the end for you is not in sight
for a very, very painfully long time."
I was helpless standing there in such a submissive and
erotic presentation. Then I heard the door bell ring
and remembered we were having company. I wanted to
panic and turned my head. Sharp painful sensations went
through my nipples as they heavy earrings forced the
tug on the chains. What could I expect from a room full
of dominant women each trying to outdo the others with
their mastery over their poor feminized she males. I
could only dread the thought of what was to come.
EPISODE 21: TRAINING IS EVERYTHING
"Come here Charlotte," Paula said. "I am going to
remove your gag because I want you to be polite and
respond to people. They may also wish to put something
in your mouth from time to time or have you use your
tongue as they may feel needs doing." With that she
took that horrible male cock gag from my mouth, and
then she touched up my lipstick.
"Our party should last till about midnight and then
you'll have to get ready for bed and work tomorrow. I
want you to be sure that you do whatever you are told.
Most importantly, if you spill anything from your waist
tray, you will be punished. Most of my gal friends have
their own punishment instruments and they just love to
abuse sissies like you," she said.
I started to ask for some relief, but Paula placed her
nails across my lips and said, "Don't plead or beg.
I'll just end up whipping you for it. You have a new
life and its purpose is to amuse me in any way I wish
and serve me forever. You will just have to learn that
your purpose is to please me and honor my wishes. When
you have really mastered that, perhaps we'll consider
some changes. By the way, I hope you are looking
forward to Friday's doctor visit. You'll find that when
she is through with you, no one will make fun of your
lack of proportions."
I had forgotten all about that. She was planning to
take me back to that wicked lady doctor where we
discussed breast surgery and those massively endowed
examples I saw. I was having so much trouble standing
up straight because of those heels. Just then, seeing
that, Kay flicked my behind with a sting from the buggy
whip. I jerked upright and was rewarded with sharp
painful sensations shooting through my nipples.
I managed to find an erect position where nothing moved
and there were no tugs. "That's a good girl," Paula
said. "Stand like that right by the door while I answer
it." I stood there trying not to move and was
successful as she opened the door. Standing in the
doorway was a magnificent woman clad in leather and
incredible spike heeled boots with spurs. She had a
French maid with her on a leash.
I realized it was another feminized sissy male. She
jerked the leash, almost tripping her maid and entered.
She pulled off her gloves and cast them onto the tray,
causing it to pull downward sending more sharp
sensations through my nipples. I went "eek" and tried
to stand up so it didn't let them fall off. Holding the
tray up, however, kept the pain in my nipple.
I eased up and they fell on the floor. The beautiful
woman reached in her purse for a cigarette and her maid
stepped forward to light it. Then she said, "Paula,
haven't you trained your maid to not drop a guest's
gloves?" Paula responded, "I thought I had, but perhaps
you had better show her what you want." With that she
handed her a ruler that was covered in leather.
"Turn around immediately," she said to me as she
grabbed my gloved arm and spun me. The motion swung
both earrings sharply and of course the pain surged
through my nipples. She began to spank me as I stood
there, with each smack being harder. I couldn't stand
still and started to jerk and move, and of course each
motion forced more sharp sensations through my nipples.
I was starting to get sexually excited from it all. My
head movement and body movements were sending such
shooting sensations through my poor tortured and
swollen nipples that it was causing more movement.
"I believe she loves it," said the woman. Paula
replied, "Oh yes, Charlotte here has learned that her
nipples are the pathway to sexual release for her, but
she also enjoys serving a woman and seeing that her
pleasure comes before her own - don't you, Charlotte,"
she concluded. I was moaning as the stinging blows from
the leather ruler continued.
"Oooohh, aaahhh, uuhnn, oooohh, oh, oh!" I found myself
moaning. "Yes Mistress! Oh yes Mistress!" I responded.
I was actually wet between my thighs as a bit of fluid
leaked out from my shrunken member. Paula noticed that
and turned to me and said, "My, my, Charlotte, you are
learning that your misfortune can be a woman's
pleasure, aren't you? I didn't give you permission to
do that, however. I think I'll have to come up with a
special punishment for making a mess between your legs.
Perhaps you can wear your new patent heels all week at
work... we'll see," she said.
The French maid with the woman was told to get a towel
and clean me up. Then I was made to stand at the door
and wait for the next guest. The first woman turned out
to be Mistress Lilli. Soon the door bell rang again.
This time I was able to maintain my posture. More and
more women and slaves arrived until there were at least
20 people in the house.
By that time I had received more than a dozen spankings
and my bottom was crimson red as well as the upper part
of my thighs in back. These women were terrible. Each
had at least one servant and several had two. All had
been sissified and totally humiliated. They exchanged
servants with each one being used to clean boots or
pussies or rosebuds. It was all so disgusting, but at
least my Mistress had used me only to serve her guests.
By the middle of the evening, I was able to handle two
drinks on my tray without spilling them, but the
torture of my poor nipples was agony.
As the evening wore on I became so horny from the
spankings and nipple torture I didn't know what I would
be able to do, or if I would end up begging to be used
so I could get relief. Of course I didn't realize that
this approach was a fundamental part of their strategy
to create sex toys with an insatiable appetite for
humiliation, abuse, and subservience, so that they
would never have to do any work or be without pleasure.
It was almost the end of the evening when Paula called
the meeting to attention. I was led to the center of
the room and made to stand in front of everyone. Paula
placed her drink on my tray and then her riding crop
and three video tape cassettes. The pain was agony but
I stayed erect even with the chains tautly stretching
my nipples in the nipple stars.
"I hope everyone has noticed how well trained Charlotte
is?" she said. "In fact, she is really dying from the
agony of her attire and her serving tray. Despite that,
she will remain as she is for an hour if I wish it -
won't you, my dear?" she said as she turned to me. "I
will do anything you command or desire, Mistress," I
found myself saying.
"What do you wish from me in return, Charlotte?" she
asked, to which I responded, "I wish only that you use
me and see to I that I serve you as you require in
return for all that you are doing for me," I answered.
Her audience applauded and then the questions started.
"Will she service any woman or man in any manner no
matter how disgusting or humiliating it may be?" asked
one.
Mistress Paula turned to me with a look in her eye that
said there would be hell to pay if I answered wrong. "I
will do whatever I am told, and will enjoy it because
my Mistress wants me to," I said.
There were so many questions that we were there for at
least 30 minutes. My poor nipples were pinched and
pulled so painfully but I did not move. "How come her
breasts are so small? She looks like a misfit. How can
she have any feminine pride?" several asked. "I don't
now how she can be proud of those puny tits," said
Paula, who then turned to me.
I realized I had to say something and it had to please
Paula or again I would anger her further. "I am
visiting my Mistress' doctor for work on that problem
this Friday. I want only to please my Mistress and will
do whatever she wants," I said.
Mistress Linda stood up and said, "Paula, we are all
impressed with your training approach. I applaud you
and we look forward to seeing Charlotte in a month at
our annual Slaves and Master's Ball. Everyone clapped
and then they began to leave. I was allowed to go to
the door and stand there as a place they could put
their purses or gloves or other things while they were
helped into their coats by their slaves.
Of course, that put even more pressure on my poor legs
and feet and by now my nipples were so numb that they
had no feeling in them. Finally everyone was gone and I
was released from the glove and chains as well as the
nipple stars. Before going to sleep my leather corset
was exchanged for a sleep corselets and my tampon was
changed. Then in my delicios little nightie I cleaned
Paula's pussy until I fell asleep between her legs.
EPISODE 22: ANOTHER WEEK AT WORK
I awoke to the usual call: "Out of bed, you little
tramp. It's time to go run and get ready for work," Kay
called. I ached all over from the weekend use I had
been put to. My mouth tasted terrible and I looked a
mess. I remembered having fallen asleep with my head
nestled between Paula's thighs, buried in her musky
pussy.
Kay came back into the room with some running tights, a
dance panty, crunch down socks and a red sweatshirt. I
stirred out of bed and realized that my poor tits were
very, very tender. The nipples were puffy and swollen
as well. I reached to touch myself and realized how
sensitive they really were. Kay told me to dress and be
ready to run in ten minutes.
Quickly I went potty and dressed in the tights. They
were so revealing that I really had to make sure I was
properly hidden away. Finally I was ready. They affixed
a pedometer to my waist and said, "Doctor wants you
really healthy by Friday and so I want you to run 5
miles, but be back here in one hour as we all have to
be at work on time."
I really hurried and did my best to make the distance
she wanted in one hour. When I came back, Paula checked
the pedometer and said, "Well, you missed the distance,
so as punishment no breakfast except for a little juice
and your 'stress' pills." I knew lunch was only broth
or bullion and so I started to protest.
"I'll never make it. That is not fair," I whined, and I
was rewarded with a stinging swat across by behind. "If
you keep complaining you'll spend the day in those 7-
inch patent pumps you wore over the weekend," Paula
screeched.
That would have meant a whole day's agony and I quietly
bowed my head. "Now go shower and do your hair and
makeup. They had better be perfect or we'll take an
extra inch in on your corset today," she added.
I quickly stripped, saying, "Yes, ma'am." I rushed into
the shower and while in there used the opportunity to
douche. I had so little to eat the day before that it
was easy. Once out I put some mousse in my hair as I
had been taught last week and started on my makeup. Kay
came in and said, "It's time for your plug and a 'full
pussy'."
I bent over and inserted the extra large tampon and
then she added that mushy sticky solution ahead of it.
When I was almost finished with my makeup, I powdered
my waist for what I knew was coming. "Charlotte, it's
lacing time," came the call from the kitchen. Dutifully
I headed in that direction. My high-heeled Frederick's
of Hollywood fluffy mules made click-clack noises on
the hard kitchen floor as I was led to the garage.
Reluctantly I put my arms forward and watched as they
were affixed to the lacing bar. They lifted me off my
feet, stretching my torso which had already become so
soft and pliable. Then the cups and electrodes were
affixed to my, oh so tender nipples. The suction unit
was affixed to my member and began its work.
Once again a stiff red satin corset was brought out and
put around my body. As the laces did their work it
seemed as if it was not so much work for them and not
too tough for me. That was until they almost reached
the end. I knew I was leaking fluid from my member and
the stimulation to my nipples was making me moan and
jerk.
After half an hour of that, they unplugged the machine
and finished with my stockings. Then, as before, the
thong was hooked about my poor drained and quite tiny
member and it was pulled up between my legs leaving
only the patch of pubic hair to be seen. "Will I be
allowed to wear panties today," I asked. I was told
'no', that I still wasn't as lady-like as I should be
and they wanted me to concentrate on keeping my knees
together at all times or risk the embarrassment from
showing my sissy male self.
Next, I was given the frilly white lace ankle socks
they loved so much. I slipped them on over the white
hose I was wearing. Then the same incredibly high red
patent heels with their open toes and the little lock
on the ankle strap were forced on my feet. The six-inch
heels had such tiny bases that I had to struggle to
keep any balance at all.
As Kay was putting my heels on, Paula squeezed and
manipulated my nipples until I felt very, very excited.
However, due to the thong, I could not even get an
erection even if the hormones would have let me. My
abdominal muscles trembled and clenched throughout the
whole experience.
I was lowered and taken back to the bedroom. As usual
my bra and those hordes of crinoline petticoats were
laid out. I put both on noting that my bra cups seemed
a little fuller than before. Finally the dress, and I
was ready to finish my makeup.
The image in the mirror was quite sexy and attractive.
Of course, they had intended it to be so. Kay brought
me a newer, larger pair of heavy gold metal earrings.
These hooked to the rings in my ears. She announced to
me that "Each one weighs six full ounces." When I moved
my head, I could tell for sure she was not lying.
I was just bulging out the top of the bustier-style
dress even more than the week before. Apparently it
wasn't enough for Paula. She reached in behind the bra
cup and pulled my budding bust upward so that more
showed. "I am embarrassed by that much," I said and was
rewarded with a slap across the face. "I thought we
told you that your feelings and wishes were of no
consequence. You know, I think today you can take the
metro or the bus to the salon," Paula said.
"Mistress, may I speak?" I asked, having learned my
lesson. Paula nodded her assent and I said, "Would you
mind very much if I had one more week of the car before
I have to begin going out on my own?" I pleaded. She
responded, "Well, after Friday and your appointment at
the doctor, it would probably be more appropriate."
I couldn't imagine why, but I said thank you. Soon we
were off to work after I cleaned up their dishes. I was
so hungry but I did not dare sneak anything. Kay handed
me a waist-length jacket and said, "Go get in the car."
The coat was so short that my frilly petticoats and
garters showed but once again after being so chastised
and humiliated earlier that morning, I didn't want to
risk even more punishment. I did as I was told feeling
they probably knew better anyhow. Women always seemed
to be able to take charge better than a man, I realized
at that point.
When we reached the corner of the block where the salon
was, I was let out to walk to the salon as before. By
now I had done it five days in a row, and I was quite
confident. It really was not as hard to keep my balance
in those heels because that's all I had worn for the
last ten days. My steps however, were still quite short
and mincing because of their terrible tiny bases and
height.
The wind was playing with my skirt and petticoats. I
could just die at the stares of those misfits and bums.
I mean I was really exposed - my garters showed every
time I moved, and the wind made it worse. Finally I
reached the shop and was greeted by the manager. "We
have been waiting on you. You have a full day until six
PM, so get with it." I hurried in as fast as I could. I
took off my coat and hung it on the hook. Of course
that exposed my gartered thighs even more.
Customer after customer kept me busy. I washed feet,
removed polish, repainted and did lots of filing and
cuticle work. Lunch, such as it was, did little to
satisfy my hunger. Finally after four spankings, eating
pussy three times and numerous foot baths with my
tongue, six thirty arrived. I had made thirty dollars
in tips, but when she arrived, Paula took that, saying,
"You could make a lot more tonight. We are on our way
to a party where you could earn more, but fix your
makeup."
I began to protest and was rewarded with being pulled
over her lap and given a thorough spanking with a hair
brush. I mean when she finished my bottom was so warm
and red and it tingled. She actually pulled up my short
skirt and all those crinoline petticoats to expose
everything as she did it. There were still customers in
the beauty salon area and they applauded. One woman
came over and said, "When my maid is naughty, I use a
yardstick on her bottom. It's so nice to see someone
else who believes in disciplining servants when they
need it."
When she released me, I stood up and apologized. Paula
accepted the apology and then said, "We are going to a
party where you will be a serving waitress. After all,
it's only three or four more hours in heels. You'll
never know the difference. Besides, there will be some
fellows there from the Longhorn Bar and you know how
much fun they can be," she concluded with an evil grin.
EPISODE 23: A CHOICE TO BE MADE
Paula came into my bedroom and said, "Charlotte, we
have to talk about your future. Last night's party was
wonderful and the men loved you so much. We women also
adored your performance as well. There should be much
more of that as you really enjoy it as well.
As you know, your sister Kay and I decided that you
would spend the rest of your life as a pretty ball of
fluff taking care of women who are your rightful
superiors. We have been training you to serve those
such as ourselves and also that special breed of men
who desire responsive submissive boy-girls."
I replied, "yes Mistress Paula, I know that and I am
trying my very best to behave and submit completely.
You and my sister have placed me in so many demanding
and degrading roles to teach me my proper place that I
find that I have great difficulty already, in keeping
my mind off my submissive role and my new sexual
desires.
I am so embarrassed and humiliated by the thoughts I
find creeping through my mind. I find myself wanting
the pleasureful release that seems to come at the
climax of each person I play with."
"That's good," Paula said, "because there is much more
opportunity for you in the near future. However, I
think we have gone long enough without starting the
next step in your transformation! As you may recall
when my Mistress friends were here, there were many
complaints that your bosom was too small."
She continued, "I want to take care of that with a
small assist - nothing too dramatic of course. Tonight,
we will be seeing my doctor at her private clinic where
you will spend several days getting a very small
implant to round your shape out. We'll visit her today
for a check up and then you'll go in next week." Of
course I could not see the devilish little smile on
Paula's face as she was talking.
She thrust some forms in front of me to sign so that
the "insurance company can pay for your little trip and
then we won't have to take it out of our savings," she
said indicating where I was to sign. There must have
been twenty forms for me to sign, but I was not allowed
to see what they were. The top one said something about
"Consent to Surgery," but the others were hidden. I had
long since learned to do as I was told in matters such
as this.
With that I got out of bed and went through my daily
routine of exercise, a very light breakfast and then
the lacing bar. Once again I was hoisted into the air
to elongate my waist. The electrical stimulating clips
were affixed to my nipples and the suction cups placed
over them. The cups seemed a little larger and deeper
than before.
Next the milking device was applied to my now so tiny
member. Then a much larger stimulating device was
inserted in my bottom. It felt so strange as it seemed
to be ribbed and was definitely much larger. Next Kay
and Paula began to lace me in. Finally they had my
waist constricted as far as the bright red corset would
go. Kay said, "you know we may have to visit BR
Creations for a new corset to take her down even more."
Then the horrible machine was started again.
This time it seemed to pull all my breast flesh in to
the cups with a much stronger suction. I felt the skin
under my armpits stretched much more than before. All
of a sudden the sensation on my nipples increased to an
almost unbearable level. It was as if electrical
current was circling my nipples.
"Oooooohhhh, uuuhhhh, ooooohhhhh," I found myself
moaning almost in a rhythm with the current. Of course
the testes shield had kept my testes inside my body
cavity. Then, the thing in my bottom started to move.
It not only vibrated, but was beginning to extend it
self in further. It was as if it was growing inside of
me. All the while the milker sucked and slurped on my
member.
I found my self getting very excited. "Oooooohhhhh...
aaahhhh... uuhhhh... UH!" I found my self shaking and
grunting. My insides hurt so much and I felt like an
orgasm was trying to make its way through me. "Oh,
please fuck me," I found myself screaming. "Don't leave
me like this, please, oh, please fuck me for real," I
screamed. I could feel myself pulling my legs up as if
to open myself to be taken.
Paula turned to Kay and said, "We've done our work
well, haven't we? She is almost ready. I love how she
begs to be fucked. It's actually making me hot!"
Kay said, "Shall we leave her there for an hour while
we play?" With that they left the garage and went back
into the house. I continued to suffer and scream for
more!
An hour later, they came back. I was drained and just
hanging there. They slipped on my stockings, those
terrible skyscraper heels and lowered me to the floor.
When the cups were removed from my bosom, I realized
the skin had been stretched quite a bit. The toy in my
bottom was removed and replaced with a plug. This will
stay in all day today as you need more capacity to
accept a larger man. How could I possible work all day
with that in me I fretted.
I was sent to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup.
Remember, I want that hot look that Mistress DeManda
likes on her pedicure assistants. I did as I was told
and within the hour we were ready for work. As we drove
to work, I asked Paula about what she had said this
morning. "You are only talking about some small change
aren't you?, I asked. "You aren't thinking of what you
showed me in those pictures," I asked. Paula replied,
with a smile, "Oh no you dear sweet girl, only a minor
assist, you'll hardly notice it, but it will make your
shape more realistic... trust me I know what is best
for you."
With that I was dropped at the corner near the shop to
walk the rest of the way. It was so different walking
with that large plug in my bottom. It seemed to make me
sway even more on those incredible heels. Mistress
Demanda let me in and soon I was hard at work. By the
end of the day I was a disaster. The plug had been so
unnerving all day that all I could think of was sex.
Kay picked me up and we headed off to the clinic. There
I was placed on that same table with the stirrups. I
was so embarrassed by the doctor's examination. Finally
she and Paula stepped off to the side to talk and look
at some photos. I couldn't hear the conversation and
only caught bits of words or phrases. "Are you sure...
that size, really? Husband... incredible... so lucky...
expandable..."
The doctor told Paula to repeat this morning's
expansion and stretching treatment for another week and
to bring me back then. She handed a bag to Paula
saying, "these are graduated size stretching cups for
the machine. Leave them on for a minimum of two hours
each time. It would be better if they stayed on all
night for the last three days.
We headed home and sleep... or so I thought. Once at
home I was not allowed to change out of my work
costume. I was instructed to do a load of wash and
vacuum the entire house. Two hours later, I was ready
to drop. To have to do all that housework in those
heels and that brutal corset was torture. Finally I was
instructed to get ready for bed.
"May I take the plug out?" I asked.
"No!" I was told. Once in bed in my nightie and sleep
corselets, they came in with the machine. Thank god
they only had the bust part. I was given a tranquilizer
to make me sleep and the cups were affixed to my bosom.
Paula said to Kay, "We'll start off right away with the
top size and by pass all the others and we'll do it
every night till she goes in."
EPISODE 24: HOW DO THE MELONS GROW
The next morning dawned bright and clear. My sister
Kay, came in and roused me from my sleep with her usual
exhortation to get dressed for my exercises. As I tried
to move, I realized that I was still hooked up to the
machine with those metal cups attached to my breasts.
The wires were disconnected by Kay and air was allowed
to flow into the cups breaking the vacuum seal.
The flesh seemed so flaccid and stretched. Worse my
poor nipples were a bright crimson and tingled. I then
recalled that they had been subjected to the
circulating electrical stimulation as I slept. Kay took
a Polaroid picture of them and said, "The doctor will
like the results, but I am not sure I like the small
amount of progress."
With that I asked if I could remove the plug from my
bottom before I dressed for my daily run. "No young
lady, I want you to experience the effect of running
with that little toy as a part of you," said Kay.
Wonderful, I thought to myself. I got into my tights
and leotard top and put on my running shoes. I was off
for my run. Before I left, Kay told me that we would be
getting some new running shoes this week. Why she even
mentioned that I could not possible fathom. She must
have had something in mind to torture me further.
As I ran, trying to meet the time deadline that Paula
had set for me, the plug in my bottom moved in every
direction. I was actually beginning to get turned on by
the sensations. When I arrived home, my face was quite
flushed. Paula had arrived and liked the look. Kay told
her, "The little tramp has had the plug in her bottom
playing its little tune while she ran. That's why she
is so flushed."
I was told to go shower and get ready for work. I went
through the usual process of suspension and lacing.
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. Paula brought out
very severe black satin corset and held it up in front
of me.
It looked so much more severe and scary than my usual
red and white one. It had wide rigid bones all over it
and brutal looking wide white laces. Then with my
sister Kay's help Paula began to lace the dramatic
black satin corset around my torso. I was right... it
was so much stronger and unbending than my regular work
corset. I could feel my poor waist once again being
squeezed smaller and smaller.
"Let's measure her and see how much smaller we can get
her," Kay said to Paula. "She has to fit into this new
submissive's uniform Mistress DeManda 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 19 inches." Paula responded, "Well she can
make it I know, and her regular waist was down to 21"so
I guess we can do it. I can't wait till we get her
waist down to 17" inches though."
Tears started to form in my eyes as they pulled and
tugged. I thought my goal was 19," not 17." Was I to
have to go through this new worse torture 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, "Nineteen and a half
inches... that's perfect."
My poor tits were still so sore and stretched from the
electrodes and the suction device. 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.
Next Paula produced a pair of sheer black seamed
stockings which she put on me. The garters were tightly
fastened stretching the stockings tautly on my legs.
"Today we don't want the short little short socks with
a lace edge do we," Kay said. "No," said Paula, "we
want a much trashier look."
Next came those terrible shoes with their little gold
padlocks. I was lowered from the bar and my wrists
unfastened. As it always happened my whole body
position was altered putting pressure on my even more
tightly corseted upper body and exaggerating my chest
as I was breathing. My hips were thrust forward and I
knew each step would be very dramatic but quite short.
I actually had a small bosom even before these weeks of
hormones. Because of the suction treatment all night
the skin seemed quite stretched but only a little
fuller than before. 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, an
owner or husband will really like that from you," she
responded.
I thought I had heard several new things today and they
bothered me. What did she mean about owner or husband.
I was owned by Paula and I certainly wasn't available
for a "husband." I was led into the bathroom and told
to do my makeup, which I did.
"Now, Charlotte, I've got something I know you'll just
love for today. You have worn this before and had so
much fun in it that Mistress DeManda wanted you in it
today" Paula said picking up a red crinoline petticoat.
It ruffled loudly as she held it for up me. "This will
make that nice swishing sound you love so much, 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 video camera. 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, her wife's hand was clearly visible 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 just as
you always do!" complimented Paula. "How does it feel?"
"I really feel like... a slut wearing this to work," I
answered. I continued, "But I can't understand how I
will do my normal pedicure work in this outfit. I might
get it soiled. Even worse, because it is so short,
everything I have on underneath will show any time I
move."
There was excitement in my voice. Paula chuckled. "I
should hope so! You certainly look like a girl ready
for serious play!" 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!
Paula continued, "This is the holiday season. The owner
is expecting so much extra business and so many more
clients that she wants you to spend all your time
serving drinks and sandwiches to her clients. I also
want all of them to see what pretty serving maid you
make. I will tell you however that your outfit is so
revealing and so hot looking, you may expect many more
demands on your tongue!"
I stopped and looked at Paula, saying nothing. "She
can't say anything she is so overjoyed. Lets 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! We have been advertising your
services, as you may recall. Several ladies have
expressed additional interest in your services for
themselves. Several others have expressed interest in
you as a 'companion' for their sons. Many of the people
who visit Mistress DeManda's salon have seen our ads
and will be coming just to see you. In any event, I am
also sure you will earn every cent of the money our
friends may pay to use you."
As soon as the girls were ready we left for the salon.
I dreaded that walk from the corner to the salon. I
also continued to wonder about the "new running shoes"
Kay mentioned. As I glanced at the coffee table in the
living room where I was waiting, I noticed a new
magazine called "Dressage Trends and Fashions." There
was a drawing on the front which showed a strange body
like harness, a huge pretty head plume and a buggy
whip. Odd I thought to myself, I hadn't ever seen
anything like that at home before.
Soon they were ready and we were off to work.
EPISODE 25: FANCY PRANCER
I was at work in that unbelievable outfit they had
dressed me in. The walk from the car at the corner to
the shop had been a nightmare. I am sure they wished to
torture me by leaving that ball gag in place when they
pushed me out of the car. My wrists were fastened to my
waist by individual sections of gold chain that were
attached to a pretty chain that went around my waist. I
had about eight inches of movement for each hand and
that was all as I walked. While I had a pretty shawl
over my shoulders, it did nothing to cover any part of
me exposed by the breeze or my walking movements. As
you recall that outfit was designed to show so much! I
was deeply embarrassed and must have blushed beyond
belief.
Once inside the salon, Mistress Demanda, advised me
that I was to be serving canapés, treats and coffee or
tea all day to her clients. She told me, "these ladies
are from out of town. They live in the countryside on
those large horse farms you see in the magazines. All
of them have stables of shemale ponies that they raise
and train for racing." I hadn't the slightest idea what
she was talking about. What in the devil was a shemale
pony? I wondered.
My outfit was changed slightly by substituting 18 inch
wrist chains for the shorter ones. That way, I was able
to do all my serving functions and still be "properly
restrained." As they began to arrive, I saw incredible
beautiful women, very dominantly dressed, most of which
involved leather of all colors. Virtually all of them
wore beautiful black leather stiletto heeled boots and
many had spurs. The aroma was tantalizing.
The women all expected the utmost in service - pouring
their tea, or coffee, sugar, milk and whatever else to
be done for them. They seemed conditioned to not lift a
hand for their own needs. I thought to myself they must
have tons of servants to become so used to being waited
on. I was even called into the ladies restroom to help
"clean one up" after she finished peeing. Yes, you
guessed it - with my tongue!
I realized however, that she had no underpants on under
her leather skirt. She told me, "you know I've just
come from my morning ride and I am still overwhelmed by
the feel of the saddle on my thighs. It leaves me so
exhilarated." Her thighs smelled so strongly of saddle
leather, but there didn't seem to be a smell of horses
mixed in. I wondered about that as I forced my tongue
into her pussy as deep as I could to clean her up.
Each time I bent over to serve or clean up a patron's
area, I was completely exposed to view. There never
seemed to be an end to their fondling and sharp painful
pinches. "She is so soft and pliable," said one woman.
"Yes I know that Derek will just love to take his buggy
whip to that pale clear flesh. Look how the garter
marks bite so deeply into the soft flesh. Doesn't it
just make you all mushy and hot," said another.
I was getting really excited by it all. One even had a
short jockey's riding crop with her. She reached out
with it and with a flick it brought tears to my eyes.
"Oh look - tears - I just love it when cute boy-girls
cry. It makes them even more submissive in my mind,"
said a third. This type of thing went on all day.
By the time the day was over, I was exhausted and ready
to go home. Paula arrived and said we were on our way
home but had one stop to make. "We want to get you into
some new running shoes that will enhance the muscles in
your legs to make them even more enticing. That's why
we are going to a special shop - Prancers," she said.
With Kay at the wheel, we headed for a part of town I
had never been in. Soon we arrived at a shop that had a
nondescript front. On the sign, it said, "PRANCERS -
SPECIALTY DRESSAGE EQUIPMENT."
When we went inside, the front area seemed more like a
riding or saddlery store, but there was nothing out of
the ordinary that I could see.
When we were led to the back room, there was all sorts
of very pretty and exotic looking harnesses, what
looked like bridles, plumes or head pieces, and some
small saddles. I thought to myself, those saddles
couldn't go around a very big horse or so it seemed.
There were tons of beautiful boots, buggy and dressage
type whips and wicked looking spurs. Frightening, I
thought to myself. What poor animal deserved to have
such wicked spurs used on them? Then there were the
photographs of the pretty two wheeled racing carts
pulled by trotters.
The owner, or so I thought, came out from in back. He
was a good looking man but I saw a beautiful tan
leather, studded collar around his neck.
"What do we need ladies," he asked Paula. It was
obvious he knew who was in charge in our group and that
he was used to responding to persons like her. I want
some exercise running shoes for my maid-number fours,"
she said. "Do you want them in calf or knee high?" he
asked. "Knee high will do just fine, but they can be
zippered," she responded. "Very well Madam," he
answered. With that he went through a curtain into the
back of the store.
When he returned, he had three large boxes in his
hands. As he opened the first one, I saw what appeared
to be running shoes, with a four inch heel wedge that
would cover my ankle and leg to the knee.
"I might remind Madam, as my Mistress has asked me to
do, that continuous wearing of these for exercise will
exaggerate the shortening of the calf tendon and will
make the leg even more dramatically conditioned to be
only in high heels. She will actually not be able to
walk without the support of high heels in the futute!"
Paula answered, "Yes, I am aware of that, but my maid
will never be allowed out of heels, so that is no
problem." With that I was made to try each pair on.
Since this whole episode had begun so many months
earlier, I have been wearing nothing but five inch or
higher heels, I had no difficulty in managing the heel
height.
I wondered how I could be expected to run in these.
"How am I supposed to run in these boots?" I asked.
Paula answered, "You must lift your leg with the upper
leg remaining parallel to the ground and the lower leg
perpendicular to the ground just like you were doing
high stepping exercises."
"But to run like that will be like a horse prancing," I
said.
Paula smiled evilly at me when I said that.
"I am sure you will learn how to do it quite well
because these are what you will be wearing from now on
in the morning when you do your daily five miles," she
said. "I don't do five miles Mistress, I only have to
do three," I whined. "That has been but won't be the
case any more," she said. I want your legs even more
beautiful than they are now and I want those beautiful
buns even more flexible. These shoes will help your
legs develop to a models' slender build and your
buttocks will become tight and feminine.
She told the salesman, "We'll take the red leather pair
and the purple pair. Give them to me in the "narrow
short base" models please." With that I put my other
heels back on and we left.
Paula also purchased a cruel Dressage Whip at the same
time along with some kind of funny looking "duster." It
had a large carved wooden handle that I could have
sworn looked like a large penis. I could not even begin
to fathom what that was used for. As for the Dressage
Whip, I know it was cruel, because she used it on me
when I was not paying attention. I'm sure it left a
vicious red welt on my bare bottom.
When we arrived at home, I was told to dress for bed
and call them when I was ready. First I spent an hour
on the machine with both the suction and the milker
attached. Then once there they hooked up the same
suction cups I had worn the night before. I was cinched
into sleep corselets as always, and sent off to bed.
They came in and hooked up the machine in the bedroom,
gave me a sleeping pill and turned on the suction and
stretching function.
My days for the next two weeks were just like that day
at work. I did nothing but serve the clients. It was
getting close to Thanksgiving and everyone was in to be
done up. There was also the machine at night and tons
of housework at night. Every morning I was fitted with
those special boots. When Paula had asked for the
narrow short base style, I hadn't realized what that
meant. I found out however.
When I went to put them on the next morning after we
purchased them, I realized that the base was very
narrow, perhaps only 3/8 of an inch at best a half
inch. Worse yet, the base was also abbreviated before
it reached under the heel. Only a part of my full foot
was supported. The whole area under the heel was
unsupported. It was like those clogs some women had
worn that forced all the focus and weight on the ball
of the foot.
Running was unbelievable hell. Yes, when I lifted the
thigh straight up till it was level with the ground, I
got some forward motion in the lower leg. Then I had to
extend that a little and lean forward to move forward.
I would then have to raise the other leg the same way
and lean forward some more. At first they made me run
in place to practice. When I didn't do it right, they
used the Dressage whip they had purchased on my bottom.
Those things sting like the devil!
By running this way I was changing my whole body muscle
use. It was if I was a high stepping horse or
something. How odd that they wanted me to exercise this
way. It was beginning to have a dramatic effect on my
leg muscles however.
After the first full week on the machine, they changed
the breast cups to a larger size. By the end of the
second week, my flesh was quite responsive to the
suction almost immediately after they put the machine
on. I did not like the looks of the breast shape I was
developing. It was as if they didn't have anything in
them. They were just droopy pouches and lay on my
chest.
By the third week, I was really embarrassed at work. My
breasts looked so pitiful in the costumes. I complained
to Paula, that something was wrong. "Au contraire, mon
petit chou," she said in her flawless French. In fact
we are going to make a change in the cup next week
again. Well, When the third week arrived, they changed
the cups to almost double the size. I was aghast as
they were making me look ugly and I said so.
That night, as punishment, I'm sure, she produced a
head harness with a large beautiful fire red plume
affixed to it. The head harness had straps that fitted
it quite securely to my head and held the large red
plume upright. I couldn't figure out why the rings were
on the sides of the harness. But, knowing their kinky
habits I suspected it was for some kind of event they
were putting on. She said she liked it, but that it
needed a pretty lead, whatever that was. She brought
out a leash like braided rope and attached it to the
harness. I was shocked because whichever way she pulled
on the head harness, I was unable to stop my head from
turning that way.
"Now my little flower, when you misbehave we shall add
this-the "bit." With that she forced a highly polished
round wooden bar between my lips into my mouth. It had
a two inch long "tongue" portion that rested on my
tongue and depressed it. The bar and tongue portion had
some form of sharp edge carving in them and they had
the potential to hurt my tongue. She attached an
elastic strap to both sides of the bar and said,
"there, that's how a bridle would feel." It pulled the
bit sharply into my barely open mouth forcing it open a
great deal more.
"Well, we will let you wear that around tonight for an
hour or so just so you know what awaits you if you
don't obey when you are told. I may even let you run
tomorrow morning with that attached just so you can
"get the feel. For now I want to see ten minutes of
"high stepping," she concluded.
I did as I was told but apparently it wasn't good
enough for her. She kept up at my bottom with that
Dressage Whip. The next day I was made to wear the head
harness and plume to work as a part of my costume. It
drove the ladies crazy. Still it was quite a mystery to
me but I was beginning to get very nervous. One of them
said, "I hope she is coming to the meet in Florida over
Christmas."
When Paula picked me up from work at the end of that
fourth week, we went off to her doctor. I was really
feeling quite badly about how my once nice small, but
growing, breasts had turned into droopy flat bags. I
planned to tell her about it no matter what happened to
me.
EPISODE 26: A CHOICE OR NOT TO SOLVE HER PROBLEM
I was really quite beside myself with worry. Paula and
Kay never seemed to miss any opportunity to humiliate
and embarrass me. For the last four weeks, I had been
forced to appear in such embarrassing and revealing
"uniforms" at the Salon. I had been temporarily
assigned to be a serving maid to all the women who came
in for their holiday work. The costume was so revealing
and showed so much of my most private parts.
However, they had used that abominable machine on my
poor breasts each night while I slept. It had stretched
the skin so much that I would easily have filled a very
large bra, had there been anything to fill it with. My
once beautiful young breasts had now become flat and
saggy. The small nipples looked almost like little dark
spots. I was so ashamed of how bad it looked. The bras
never seemed to fill out and I looked so out of
proportion. I was ready for tears that night and it
must have showed.
When we finally arrived at home Paula said, "My, my,
you are quiet tonight. Are you OK?"
I turned to her and sensed a little tear developing in
my eye. "I just don't know what has happened to my
beautiful little boobs. While I don't want permanent
changes, I hate how terrible I look now." Paula said in
response, "whatever you want must be asked for but,
there is no half way in most things. I've told you
before that your life is changing but you seem
committed to resisting that."
I said in reply, "I'm a man and you can't change that
no matter how you torment me. Why do you want to change
my body so much that even I can't stand myself?" "I'm
afraid you haven't recognized that is not my goal,"
Paula said. "I have decided however, to give you a
further taste of what can happen to a "girl" who won't
cooperate in her change. I am talking specifically
about people who do not actively reach for the change
when the handwriting on the wall is so clear for them
to see, Paula said.
"What do you mean by that," I whimpered. "We are going
to Florida for the weekend-to my friend's ranch. It's
warm and beautiful there and there is a special event
being held next weekend. Our plane leaves next Friday
morning. You will be visiting my doctor tonight for an
hour or so. She is going to make one minor change in
you, but it will only take a couple of hours."
I was ordered to change into a blouse and skirt and
make no other changes. I had been on my feet all day
but there was to be no relief from the skyscraper
heels. Once we arrived I was led into her treatment
room. I was given a mild sedative and told to strip to
my undies. Then I was told to get up on that horrible
table. They lashed my wrists to the ends of the table
and put a very large belt around my waist. Another wide
strap was fastened across my bare chest, but my pitiful
breasts were left exposed.
Finally a ball gag was forced in my mouth and tied
behind my head. The doctor said to Paula, "how large do
you want them?" Paula said in return, "well the later
expansion will stretch them even further so let's go
for 2 1/2 inch circumference and about 3/4 inch in
protrusion." I had no idea what they were talking
about. The doctor came over to me to say that "I would
feel sharp stings at first, but that the collagen had
Novocain in it and there would be a quickly following
lack of sensation." I couldn't guess what they were
talking about.
The doctor took one flat boob in her hand and worked
the nipple around till it was upright. Then her
assistant handed her a large syringe. I started to
panic as she placed the needle at the edge of my tiny
nipple. The pain was excruciating and she pushed the
needle in. I couldn't scream because the gag prevented
that. Soon the pain ceased as the Novocain took over.
She injected a white material into that part of my
breast under the nipple. She then moved to a new area
on the same nipple and once again the pain. I realized
that she was going to do this to every part of my
nipples. I passed out just about then.
When I woke, not only had sensation returned to my
nipples, but there was a tingling in my lips. A mirror
was brought to me and held up. The ball gag had been
removed so I could speak. I looked in the mirror at my
face to see lips that were so full and plump. They
truly looked bee stung and pouty far beyond anything
that makeup could do. I started to say something, when
the mirror was tilted down to show my breasts.
The breasts were still flat and un-filled out. However,
there were huge dark areolas and the nipples were
bulging out from the surface by at least 3/4" or more.
While the nipples looked nice, they made the breasts
look even worse by comparison.
"Well, we have to be going home now," Paula said. I was
ready to cry. "Why... why... Do you hate me that much
to do all these terrible things to me?" I asked sobbing
uncontrollably. Paula replied, "No, I just want to make
it crystal clear that the only real choice you have in
anything is the choice I agree with."
The doctor said, "They did come out quite as full as we
had hoped didn't they. With those, she will look very
different at the ranch this next weekend. Its too bad
we didn't have the time to do the "rings." "Yes, I am
unhappy that we didn't have time but let this treatment
settle in and the skin stretch as much as it can. Then
we can increase it 100% again and she'll have nipple
that will handle a bridle if need be!" Paula said to
the doctor.
With that remark, Paula spun on her heel and left the
room saying, "get your clothes on, we're going out for
a drink. The bra I had been wearing was one of those
really sheer kind that let's everything stick out. When
I slipped on the white silk blouse, the nipples were so
unbelievable prominent I turned red with shame. That's
all they seemed interested in my total humiliation.
I followed Paula out to the car. When we took off she
said we were headed to the Longhorn Bar. I hated the
thought of that terrible night I spent there. I'll
never forget it. My mind flashed back to the outfit I
wore that night and what had happened.
The dress she made me wear was so slender and long. I
had wondered how someone could even sit down in it. I
mean it was so slim and stiff. As she turned it around,
I could see there were cutouts around the area of the
fanny.
There was a little strap and buckle at the center of
the fanny cutouts whose purpose I couldn't possibly
guess at then. The bottom part of the fanny of the
dress, tucked under quite dramatically to an even more
tapered leg line. I remember Paul saying to me, "bend
over and spread your cheeks. Good now be still," she
added.
I felt something quite large forcing itself into my
rosebud. Oh GOD! It was long and bent as it went in. I
felt like it must have been twelve inches long and very
large but with a very uneven surface. OH GOD! It went
up so far and deep... OHH GOD! It felt so strange.
I remember he saying, "Now, put this new leather dress
on immediately. I did my best squeezing into it as best
I could. Suddenly the fanny cutout reached my bottom.
The dress settled into place dramatically shaping my
bare fanny. The buckle in back was not fastened
however. Then Paula reached over and forced the "dildo"
in past its lip and it was basically locked into place.
All of a sudden I remember realizing that the sleeves
had gloves on their ends. The gloves had fingers with
slits for the two inch nails I had on to slip through.
However, the fingers were slightly curved and rigid. I
was unable to use my hands in any way. Then she started
to zip up the back from the waist. Soon I was
dramatically encased from the neck down in red kid
leather, bare-fannied, plugged, and locked in those
terrible red heels.
There was a broad red leather belt sitting on the
counter which she fastened around my waist. She made it
very tight, much more so than the corset I was wearing.
With that Kay plugged a little wire into the dildo and
hooked a little square red box to my waist and I felt
it beginning to vibrate and squirm inside me. It was so
stimulating I was ready to faint. Then Kay closed the
buckle on the belt cinching it tightly so it spread the
cheeks of my fanny.
I know I was a sight to see. I was in a daze however or
should I say shock. I started to say something, but a
red ball gag was forced in my mouth and fastened behind
my head. My hands were useless and I could only manage
the tiniest of steps because of the long tight sheath
nature of the leather dress. I was totally helpless and
on top of that unable to even talk.
Paula then manipulated more of my cheeks out through
the cutouts. I remember Paula saying "she has such a
darling ass that it needs to show even more." With that
she began to manipulate and knead my flesh still it
really was quite exaggerated in its protrusion. "Now
that's what I call a ripe ass," Paula's friend Gloria
had said.
I remember how they had started me off in the bar that
night. I was forced on my knees, my head back as it was
grabbed and a monstrous dick was forced in my mouth.
Its owner, a huge but incredibly good looking man held
my head with both hands forcing it in and out. After
about fifteen minutes he exploded in my mouth and held
my head back so it all was swallowed. He started in
again and once more after fifteen minutes gushed again.
It was truly like drinking from a fire hose.
After I had been there about an hour I realized that
the whole night was ahead. "Boys we warmed her up for
you," I remember my terrible sister Kay yelling, "Get
the buckle" she yelled. Someone else yelled, "to the
horse." I was dragged over to a high saw horse and my
wrists tied to it as my arms and legs were spread. The
buckle was undone and soon I was totally exposed in
back.
"Unplug your toy boys, she's all yours for the night.
That terrible moving dildo was removed from my bottom
and soon one after another plunged into me. Thank god
for condoms. One after another for the next two hours I
was penetrated and used as their gang bang toy. It was
horrible and made me so ashamed.
Was that was ahead for me tonight? I can't even tell
you what happened, it was so terrible but replay is an
understatement. By Wednesday we were starting to pack
for the trip. "I once told you that many Mistresses
treated their pets, much worse than you. We are going
to see one path that may be yours if you don't change
your ways," Paula said. We packed all the Dressage
items Paula had bought. Then it was off to bed. By
Thursday evening I was exhausted. They let me go to
sleep early.
EPISODE 27: FLIGHT TO THE RANCH AND A PONY
We landed in Miami Friday afternoon after the flight
from California. The weather was beautiful but humid
which made my leather skirt stick to my thighs. My
upper body began to perspire even more than my thighs
above my stocking tops. That caused the white silk
blouse I was wearing to show those unbelievably large
nipples I now had as a result of the collagen treatment
by Paula's doctor.
Paula after all, had a magnificent bosom, and for that
matter, so did my witchy sister Kay. I mean they were
unbelievably endowed with firm upright 38 D breasts
that had massive very firm dark nipples. Both of them
had incredibly firm and upright bosoms that were the
envy of all their women friends. I can't begin to tell
you the effect on the men. In Paula's case, she wore a
beautiful diamond studded gold ring piercing each
nipple. Quite frequently she made sure they were
visible through her blouse and bra when she wanted to
excite people she came in contact with. She was so
brazen and such an unbridled temptress it always made
me cower at the thought of what a male or for that
matter, a female, target had in store for them.
When I had woken up earlier in the day, before we left,
I was advised to plan on wearing the same outfit I had
when we went to the doctor's office after work the
other day. I showered, prepared my self for corseting,
and went into the garage to be suspended. Of course
they did the whole thing making sure that I was
properly drained of any fluid. I had been on hormones
for so long, that there was none despite more than an
hour on the machine. They laced me in to 20 inches and
let me down from the bar.
I finished by putting on my stockings, a sheer white
bra and hooked my garters snugly. Paula checked my
seams and gave me her ok. The bra did nothing to hide
those saggy breasts I was so ashamed of. The nipples,
however, now so fat and full, showed through totally
humiliating me. She made me wear very large really
dangly earrings and a gold ankle bracelet, saying, "who
knows, with these on, we should at least have some
opportunities present themselves to you on this trip.
If only your bosom was more natural and full, we could
be sure that it would be a "rewarding" trip. With the
black pumps I have for you, I'm sure you'll get hit on
many times no matter what. Be sure and put plenty of
your "business" cards in your purse for the trip," she
said.
The heels she had selected were black kid stiletto
pumps from the Wild Pair and had saucy black patent
bows in the back that accentuated the seams. I was made
to model them for her and when I didn't sway enough, I
was slapped with the yardstick she had in her hand. I
didn't even have a slip or the skirt on yet so it
really stung. "You know, you really need this trip and
the lessons you'll learn this weekend," she said. I was
told to go do my makeup and finish dressing. "by the
way, I want that really wide kid and patent belt, the
one with the lock at the buckle, on you today," she
said as I left the room.
I finished my makeup, hair and dressing as I was told
and went into her boudoir for inspection. She approved
and then took a small gold padlock from her drawer. She
snapped it in place locking me in that tight 4 inch
wide belt. Then she changed the combination and sent me
from the room. She was dressing so comfortable and here
I was in leather and silk, corseted, cinched and in
those terrible skyscraper pumps for the whole trip.
Anyhow, the trip was ok except for the continuous
stares from everyone and the groping that I was
subjected to when we were in line. The long walk down
to the plane had been another story of embarrassment
and tawdriness. Paula made sure I understood that I was
to show plenty of body motion when I walked. The choice
of disobeying her or doing what I was told to, was
easy. I swayed and moved like a two dollar whore
because I knew that public embarrassment was just one
of the things I faced if I didn't. I had been forced to
give out at least a dozen "business" cards on that walk
and that many more during the flight. It turned out to
be even more demanding when we landed. Go knows what I
was going to be expected to do for so many different
men.
One man cornered Paula and spent almost twenty minutes
talking to her just before we got on the plane. I saw
him hand her a wad of money and wondered what that was
all about. I found out on the plane when Paula told me
to go to the restroom and fix my makeup. She pointed to
a specific one and made sure I understood which one I
was to use. When I opened the door, that man was there
in the bathroom.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me in. He shut the door
and locked it. "OK bitch," he spat out, I paid for a
first class blow job and I expect you to bring me off!
Now!" he said in a very forceful tone. I protested and
he slapped me across the face saying, "Your owner made
the deal so do it now or face her wrath - after mine."
Knowing what I would face if I went back to my seat
without doing what I was told. I scrunched down on my
knees and unzipped his pants. I removed his limp dick
and began to massage it as I had been taught. "I only
get hard after a lot of mouth work," he said. Wonderful
I thought, another old fart who can't get it up. After
a lot of sucking and tonguing, I brought him off. All
the "lessons" Paula and Kay had forced me to "take" had
taught me enough to make it happen. I had to take it
all in my mouth, because he grabbed my hair as he came
and held me there. He wouldn't let me spit it out and I
had to swallow it.
When he left, I rinsed my mouth as best I could and
fixed my makeup which was a mess. All through the
session, those large earrings were pulling at my
earlobes as my head moved. What a feeling... it was
almost exciting. When I returned to my seat, Paula
smiled wickedly at me and said, "see how some girls
have to make their money Charlotte. Is that what you
want for the rest of your life?"
As I stood in the luggage area, I couldn't forget that
she was continuing to raise all sorts of such
possibilities as "ways of living" in the future. I also
remembered her saying the night before, when we were at
the doctor's office, "only the choice I (Paula) want is
right." I was really worried about what the next couple
of days would bring and what new degradation and
humiliation she would wreak on me to make whatever
point she was really after.
Our limo arrived and took us off to the "ranch." As we
drove through the countryside outside Miami airport, I
began to see ranches and private driveways. Apparently
some people raised horses in this area. Finally after
about an hour, we turned into a private driveway and
went down a road that must have been three miles long.
We arrived at an electric gate and were allowed to
enter.
As we drove up a long driveway, I saw people in the
distance at what looked like a corral or exercise area.
I couldn't tell much from the distance, except that I
saw no horses. There were "sulky" style carts visible
however. They seemed different in size. As we went up
the drive, we passed a group of men and women all in
bizarre running outfits and wearing those head halters
I had been forced to wear that night. Several
obviously, had bits in their mouths just as mine had
been forced open with.
We slowed down to allow a sulky cart that was
approaching, to pass. I almost died as I saw a two
legged animal pulling it. There was an Amazonian
goddess driving and whipping the creature. Then I was
really shocked as the creature turned out to be a
beautifully developed man with skin and muscles that
rippled as he ran.
He was wearing the same type of running boots that I
had been forced to buy and exercise in. He was drenched
in sweat and his gorgeous muscles just rippled. I saw
the driver yank viciously on one rein and he veered
sharply to the side. Then she slashed at him over and
over with her whip. It left cruel angry red marks on
his stunning flanks.
Paula watched me intently, saying nothing. She was
letting my imagination run wild. We came to a stop in
front of the mansion that was the centerpiece of the
place. As I stepped out of the car, the group of
runners came running by. They were all high stepping as
I had learned to do. The sulky cart was pacing them and
the driver was slashing at their flanks with her long
whip.
"Faster you lazy animals... Faster or it's another
three miles," she screamed. They picked up their pace
as she rode alongside them. Her "horse," the man
pulling the cart was buckled into a full harness that
controlled his every movement. I was getting heady from
the sight of that unbelievable body. The tummy was just
like a washboard. Oh yes I had been taught the terms by
the boys at the Longhorn Bar.
His arms and chest were glistening and his hair was
full and even had small ribbons woven into it. The
woman recognized Paula and when she came abreast of us
jerked hard on the reins in her hand. It was obvious
how much it must have hurt the mouth of her "pony." She
pulled up along side of us and stopped about ten feet
ahead of where we were standing. It was then that I
noticed the dark full "pony tail" protruding from his
rump! I could not believe the thoughts that ran through
my mind as he stood there glistening in the hot sun.
The driver forced her "pony" to back up the car using a
combination of rein motions and her whip. Paula greeted
her and asked if she might show her "filly" the "pony."
"Of course Mistress Paula," she said. I was led to the
"pony" and told, "run your hands over him and his
harness Charlotte. I want you to note everything and be
prepared to describe it to me later this evening."
I knew enough by now to do a thorough job or else! My
hands began to explore his head and face. I noted how
the head harness had no slack. It was tightly affixed
to his head. There was more exaggerated bit in his
mouth to which the reins were attached. The harness
ended at the neck. His magnificent muscled chest and
stomach were mostly bare. Each nipple was pierced with
a large steel ring that had a small bell attached to
it.
There has a single wide belt around his waist just
beneath the rib cage. It had two narrow shoulder straps
that were attached to it in front and in back. The belt
had a stiff leather brace on each side running to the
arms of the sulky. His arms from the elbow down were
encased in mitten gloves which also encased the arms of
the sulky. He was thus attached to the sulky in two
ways.
As I looked further, I realized that he was completely
bare from there down to his boots with the exception of
a thong that went from the back of the belt, down
between his cheeks and up the front. At his massive
circumcised cock, the thong had a loop which held his
cock almost upright. It actually kept the member at a
45 degree angle. Then I noticed that there was a silver
ring piercing the lips of his cock head. "That is
called a Prince Albert," said Paula. I shuddered to
think of the agony the piercing must have meant.
I returned my gaze to the back of his delicious rump.
There was indeed a full twenty or more inches long
"horses tail" protruding from his rump. It rose up out
of his cheeks and was held high. I saw that it was held
up there by the thong which parted in the center to
hold it that way. What was I thinking, "delicious
rump." Had I become so changed that I admired a
gorgeous man's body?
How did they get a "pony tail" to sit there I kept
wondering. "Wag your tail for the filly," said the
driver. He did a sideways shimmy and the tail danced
magnificently.
I ran my hands over the skin where it was bare and
trembled at the feeling. "I want you to examine his
"stud horn," said Paula, "Use your hands and make him
blush," she added. I did as I was told, enraptured by
the feel of the veins pulsing through it. It was so
beautiful and massive. I couldn't put my fingers around
it. It pulsed and pumped in my hand as I tried. "He
isn't even aroused either my dear," said the driver.
"Ohhhhh!" I gasped as my right hand flew to my mouth.
He must provide a great deal of pleasure for Mistress,"
I said smiling. "Yes he does but the girl ponies like
him even more," she said as she smiled wickedly. Paula
turned back to her and "Apolla, I would like my pet to
try your seat before we go inside, if you wouldn't
mind." The driver said of course, anything darling
Mistress Paula wanted. She lifted her legs and that's
when I saw that she was wearing a very narrow thong
that almost left her bare in front. There was only the
thinnest of cords to split her pubic lips and it
continued as bare up the back.
I could see that as she rode, the wind would whip up
under the light abbreviated skirt and dance across her
pussy, cooling it. Then I was instructed to remove my
skirt and climb up in the saddle like seat. As I
settled in, I realized there was a small very
pronounced hump with a short protruding appendage on
it.
Once I was seated in the "saddle," I was pushed forward
at the hips till my pubic bone was up against the
appendage. Then a strap was slipped behind my bottom
and fastened to two link points at the edge of the cart
rails. Oh, what a feeling that was.
Paula said to me, "Take this whip and use it on the
pony as you ride."
"Ride?" I said, "where?"
"You are to take the cart and pony for a ride around
the track you see over there across the driveway. We'll
be able to see you and to talk to you using the built
in radio of the cart. IF YOU DON'T KEEP HIM MOVING,
FAST with your whip, it will be used on you when you
return," she said almost with a vengeance." With that
she slapped the pony on his flanks and he took off.
The pressure of the appendage on my pubic bone and the
parts of my member that it caressed as I sat in that
saddle were maddening. Of course the testes shield was
in place and what was left of my pitiful balls were
pushed up inside my body cavity. The pressure from the
part of the saddle compressed them terribly. All the
while it stimulated and forcefully massaged my useless
dick which was still strapped between my legs.
I remembered to use the whip when I heard Paula's voice
telling me to do it. The more I whipped him the faster
he ran, but the more the sulky cart bumped and
manipulated the area between my legs. I was getting so
stimulated from the whole thing. His body glistened as
he ran. I was getting all mixed up inside and when we
finally got back to the starting point, I am afraid I
was beet red from stimulation and excitement.
I was un-strapped from the seat and told to dismount.
My legs were rubbery and in those heels, I was barely
able to stand. "Oh Mistress Paula, I liked that," I
said in a faint voice. "I almost wish there was a man
here to take his pleasure with me I am so excited," I
heard myself saying. Then I realized what I had said
and turned even redder.
Paula said as we headed inside, "that is the only time
you will ever be allowed to drive unless a whole lot of
attitude and physical changes happen! We are here
however, so that you can really see a very possible
alternative life style you face unless you make some
very crucial choices about your life and very soon!"
she added.
EPISODE 28: ONE CHOICE EXPERIENCED
The whole episode of riding in that sulky cart
controlling that stunning man who was the pony has set
my insides trembling. When you think back on how many
men's bodies I have been exposed to, you realize how I
must have felt seeing that powerful creature with the
shiny rippling muscular definition fully under my
control. The seat had done its work on my body as each
jolt rubbed the pleasure knob on my restrained member.
My blood was pounding as I was led to our room by Paula
and the butler. There was a large old style four poster
bed in the room. When we reached the room, Paula told
me to get out of my skirt and blouse. I thanked her for
that saying, "I know leather is the best for a woman,
but the heat has made my upper legs so wet!" She
approached me and made me bend over the bed bar. She
then attached my wrists to the leather straps affixed
to each post. Then she ran her long nails down the
inside of each leg exciting me terribly. I began to
shake from the excitement of her manner and touch.
Because all I was allowed to wear was the bare fanny
thong my whole derriere was exposed to her touch. She
began to toy with my shrunken member and I began to man
and move my tusch around. "Ohhh!" I moaned. "Oohhh,
ohh, uhh!" I cried out. As she got me even more
excited, I began to shake. "Please, please put
something in me to relieve me," I cried.
She only worked at me more aggressively. As I moaned
and shook I really began to tremble violently.
SMACK...
SMACK...
Went her crop viciously on my exposed cheeks. As it
hit, she pinched the end of my member till my knees
buckled. Then her claws went to my now huge nipples. On
first one then the other, her nails dug in savagely as
the crop struck again and again. My poor penis dripped
with excitement as my stomach muscles clenched and
cramped.
Oh god what had become of me. I was so totally
dependent on pain to my crotch, fanny and tits that I
literally exploded from the sexual torment. I had never
had an explosion that emotionally and physically
effective. Paula said, "now I need some release. Down
on your knees and clean my pussy till I explode." With
that she stripped off her clothes and I was presented
with a pungent pussy that had been confined all day in
an airplane.
I began with my tongue trying to clean her and make her
gush. When I didn't arouse her, she grabbed on nipple
and pinched hard while with the other hand she began
again with the crop. I couldn't help moaning and crying
as she punished me. It made me so much more aggressive
with my tongue and lips. This seemed to excite Paula
even more and she increased her punishment.
I was gushing tears and crying as I forced my tongue to
do its deed. This seemed to excite her beyond belief.
She writhed on the bed making it harder for me to
pleasure her. As her excitement grew, so did mine and
soon the blood was pounding in my head. Finally she
screamed out as she came.
I found that I once again was also dripping. As she
smoked a cigarette she said to me, "well that's another
way your life could be if you make the right choices my
little toy." I could not understand where she was
coming from. "Run the tub for my bath and unpack our
clothes," she ordered.
I did as I was told and helped her bathe. When she was
done, after drying her and oiling her gorgeous body, I
was ordered to give her a complete pedicure. Of course
I had to massage her feet and especially her toes with
my mouth. When her pedicure was done, I had to touch up
her manicure and only then was I allowed to prepare for
bed.
I crashed into bed when I was finally ready. Of course
I had on a sleep corselets so that my figure was always
in training. When I woke the next day Paula said, "your
regimen here will be different in a way. You'll
exercise, but not as you are accustomed. The purpose of
our visit is to teach you the facts of life about the
pony world.
I was told to shower and do my makeup first, which I
did. As you know, my hair is short and blonde. After I
finished my makeup, Paula braided a small cone shaped
device into my hair in back where a pony tail would be
worn. It had some red long ribbons affixed to it.
Next I was told to stand at the end of the bed and to
hold onto the upright post on the bed. Paula went to
the drawer and brought out a black corset with vertical
red ribbons laced throughout its body. It had four wide
black garters on it and had a half bra at the top. She
fastened it around my waist and began to lace it shut.
In order to pull it to its tightest, she placed her
knee in the small of my back and pulled at the laces.
"Good, all your figure training has paid off," she said
as she tied the knot in back. "You are only laced to
twenty one inches because your body will only tolerate
that with exercise," she added.
"Now put on these black lace panties and those black
stockings and fasten them to your garters." My poor
saggy breasts just sort of laid there on the half bra
with their huge inflated nipples. It looked so bad.
"Mistress Paula, why did you so disfigure me with that
suction machine?" I asked. "Well there is a cure for
that condition, but you seem not to be interested," she
answered.
"Just fall on your knees and beg me, so will I arrange
for the saline bags to be put in. And then I and Kay
will personally fill the bags up, little by little, so
that we can see your breasts expand to full and
beautiful feminine globes. Oh, I forgot to mention, you
have to apply for a bank loan first, 50,000 dollars to
cover the costs for the surgery."
I was told to stay put while she changed into her
exercise clothes. Paula came back in the room and I
could that she was wearing a very short skirt like the
driver the day before. She told me to get on my knees
and caress her for a few minutes. I found she was also
wearing a very narrow thong that almost left her bare
in front. There was only the thinnest of cords to split
her pubic lips and it continued as bare up the back. My
emotions went crazy and I really gave her all I could
muster.
"Enough," she said, "the saddle will finish your work.
Put on your running boots." I did as I was told and was
led downstairs to the main entrance. A cart, pulled by
a pair of female ponies, was waiting out front for us.
"No, no Charlotte, only I am riding, you are to run
along side." She reached for a long handled whip and
with that the cart started to move. Those two female
ponies had on outfits similar to mine. However, they
also had the same long black mane like pony tail
protruding from their fanny cheeks.
In shock, I realized how that was done. Then I recalled
that Paula had purchased a large dildo like device with
a similar huge tail to it. I began to shudder just
thinking of what was ahead. I started to run alongside
as the cart picked up speed. When I didn't high step as
I had learned at home, the whip bit me on the cheek and
inner thigh.
We reached the "paddock area" in about four minutes. I
was out of breath and sweating. A dark haired main with
a mustache, riding boots and white shirt and black
trousers and vest came up. "This is Sir John, our
trainer. He will help you to understand your role while
we are here," said Paula.
"We'll have to do something about those ghastly tits of
hers before we take her photo," he said to Paula. "I
know," she answered, "I think fake barbells and a chain
are the answer." "Well lets get her ready for her
exercise period, then we can do the photo session," Sir
John said.
A young woman, or so I thought, came from the barn area
with a silver tray. She was so scantily clad I was
embarrassed for her. On the tray was a leather harness.
"This is your training bridle set," said Sir John. The
head harness had straps that fitted it quite securely
to my head. There were shiny steel rings on the sides
of the harness.
"Now my little flower, I believe Mistress Paula warned
you about misbehaving. Here we take no chances. We add
this "bit" which he then raised in front of my face.
With that he forced the highly polished round wooden
bar between my lips into my mouth. It had a two inch
long "tongue" portion that rested on my tongue and
depressed it. The bar and tongue portion had some form
of sharp edge carving in them and they had the
potential to hurt my tongue. Next he attached an
elastic strap to both sides of the bar and said,
"there, that's how a bridle would feel." It pulled the
bit sharply into my barely open mouth forcing it open a
great deal more.
Another young woman, equally bare in her dress, brought
a cart around. The cart was pulled by the same male
pony from the day before. The "pony" was buckled into
the same full harness that controlled his every
movement. If I hadn't been so controlled as I was I
would again be getting heady from the sight of that
unbelievable body.
Based on what I had seen the day before, I knew that
before long his arms and chest would glistening. I felt
myself getting excited at the thought. He too had the
same dark full "pony tail" protruding from his rump!
Paula climbed into the cart. Carefully she inched
forward until the pleasure knob caressed her pussy.
"You have always wanted me to exercise with you
Charlotte so today and for the next two weeks, we will
exercise together. Giddyup," she called out as she
slashed at my rump with the whip she held and then at
the pony's bare flank.
The sharp sting woke me from my thoughts and I tried to
gasp at the words "two weeks. We headed down the track
at a moderate pace. When Paula was not pleased with my
pace or the height of my knee lifts, the whip was
applied. Yes she was exercising with me, but she was in
the cart and I was running alongside.
The bit was terrible and the way the elastic held it
back in my mouth was torture. Soon I settled in to a
stride that matched the pony's. After a twenty minute
run, we returned to the Paddock Area. "not too bad
Mistress," Sir John said, but she has a long way to go
before she'll bring a proper price or win a claiming
race." I was nearly crazed from the rubbing of my
member between my legs. As I gasped for breath, Paula
said, "you had better learn to breathe with that rig
on, it will always be a part of your exercise gear in
the future."
We went out for another run and this time we covered
five miles.
When we finally reached the area again, I was ready to
drop. While I rested, Paula and Sir John were busy
inspecting some form of chains and loops that a man
brought out from the office area. Sir John then came
over to feel my nipples. "Hmm, you've done well so
far," he said as he squeezed and kneaded them. "I think
we have just the thing for the photo, unless of course
you want the real thing in the bar bells," he added as
he smiled wickedly.
"I think we have to consider that as any new Master
would want a genuine symbol of his ownership, just as I
would," he concluded. I was in a small panic at those
words. What had they in mind now? Was I to be sold to
someone? "Bar bells?"
EPISODE 29: INTRODUCTIONS AND PHOTOS
Paula continued to Sir John, "The open house is in two
weeks and she must be ready-AT ALL COSTS. I want her as
fetchingly turned out as can be." Sir John said, "I
recommend a daily regimen of four or five, one mile
sprints for the next week and then two cart runs a day
as well as the four mile runs. That should bring out
the lung capacity and leg look you will need to get the
best price." Paula said, "well, I'm still hoping she
opts for what I want in improving her body rather than
having to sell her, but she is being stubborn!"
I began to panic at what I was hearing. I began to
shake my head and try to get free from the bit in my
mouth. That was a big mistake as I learned quickly.
Paula led me over to a tie bar where horses are left.
Sir John took one wrist and Paula took the other. I was
bent over the bar and my arms were literally wrapped to
the bar.
Sir John took off his wide belt and asked for Paula's
permission. I heard her say, "yes, teach this pony a
lesson, I'll get the others to watch so they can all
learn what happens." With that Sir John first began to
rub my bottom as he pulled the panty away from me
baring all. He stroked and kneaded the flesh to excite
me. I felt a flush of blood coming to my face.
After a short time Paula had returned with several
ponies and a very attractive man accompanied by an
older woman. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. My
whole bottom was there for all to see. By now I was
beet red with shame. The Sir John began with his belt.
He alternated between each bun, whipping me with cruel
force.
THAWCK...
WHACK...
SMACK...
After the first five strokes he stopped and began to
knead and pinch the inflamed flesh. I began to get
excited and moan, "Ooooohhhh... ooooooh ooooh
uuuuhhhnnn," and I began to shake.
Then he started again with ten more. I was sobbing but
the bit kept me from really saying anything. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw the older woman pointing to me
and talking to the man. He was nodding his head and
agreeing with her.
"Excuse me Mistress Paula," she said. "Yes Countess,"
Paula responded, "What can I do for you?" "I would like
my son, Wayne, to examine her and perhaps to assist Sir
John for a moment." "Of course, be our guest," said
Paula.
With that, Wayne came over to me, a young stud of 18-19
years, He was behind me and began to rub his hands over
my flesh. When he reached my nipples, he pinched each
one viciously. I cried out as best I could. With that
he said, "Oh mother, she is quite damp between her legs
and I just love the scream of agony when I test her
nipples. Too bad her breasts are so pitiful!"
He then took the belt from Sir John and began to spank
me with it. Like Sir John, he stopped every four or
five strokes to excite me with his hands. My hips and
pelvis began to gyrate as the pit of my stomach was
knotting up. I was having a dry orgasm from all this.
His hands reached my belly just below my corset edge
and he could feel the effect. He cried out in joy to
his mother, "I adore the reaction."
"Well Wayne," she said, "are you interested in her for
some fun? She is after all Mistress Paula's toy."
"Mistress Paula," she continued, "Wayne is all excited
as you can see, would you mind if he released his
energy with her 'pussy', her bottom is so gorgeously
red and exciting to look at?
Paula said with a mocking tone, "of course he make take
his pleasure with her, but let me get the video camera
to record it all. I know she'll want to see her own
reaction to his taking her!" With that a maid appeared
with a video camera and tripod. Paula adjusted the
camera and microphone and said he could begin.
His hands returned to roaming across my breasts and
bottom. His pinches were sharp and exciting and I began
to get very flushed. He stopped with his hands and
asked his mother to help him. She was even more vicious
than her. He took the large belt to me again until I
was shaking and pleading with tears gushing from my
eyes. I sobbed, "Ooohhhh, ooohhh, no, nnooooo more
please, uhhhh, ohh!" as he kept up the strapping. Then
he stopped and I heard his zipper. I felt him starting
to push against my rosebud-he was massive-so large
around it felt as if a baseball bat had been pushed in
my bottom.
He began to stroke in and out and his speed and depth
increased with each minute. I felt like my whole inside
had been expanded three times over. I began to shake
even more as the pounding of his balls against my fanny
signaled his increased excitement. He hit my prostate
several times and my insides began to clench and spasm.
Then his mother gave me very hard pinches on each
nipple as his load gushed inside of me.
He kept going and more of the same was repeated as he
came again. He never softened for a minute as his
strokes picked up the pace again. God would he never
weaken. He gushed again and his mother leaned over and
bit each nipple. I screamed and passed out.
When I came to, I was still in my outfit, but this time
there was a set of leather reins fastened to the side
of the head harness. Wayne was in a cart next to me
which was pulled by a male pony. "I want to see how she
acts under the reins," he said. "That's fine," Paula
said, "but she is too weak to pull you. Just have her
run alongside for a quick mile or so. Here is my whip
in case you need it." I was given a drink of what I
suppose was Gatorade as it refreshed me quite rapidly.
Once again I felt the sting of the whip on my flank. I
leaped forward as his cart followed. The tug of the
reins on the head harness was more than enough to
control me. We finished the mile in about 10 minutes
with me near to collapse. Every step I took made his
cum squish within my insides. He had filled me to the
brim.
When we returned to the front of the mansion, Paula and
the Countess were talking quite animatedly. "Yes I
think that would be fine," Paula was saying, "she can
show Wayne and you how presentable she is and she can
show you her scrapbook." What was she talking about, I
didn't have a scrapbook! "Well Wayne likes to stop at
the cocktail lounge near his Florida club after work
every day, we could stop in there to meet his lawyer
for a couple of drinks before going on to dinner. The
place is usually a beehive of people in Wayne's age
group even on the weekend. I'm sure he would love to
show Charlotte off to everyone," she added.
"Wayne," said the Countess, "Mistress Paula has
suggested, after I asked, that Charlotte dress for
dinner with us and that she take us through her photo
album. Paula told me of Charlotte's passion for strict
figure discipline and how proud of her ability to lace
to eighteen inches. I am impressed and I knew how you
would be too. Charlotte is especially addicted to the
highest of heels and I know that excites you even more
than using the belt!
Paula said to me, "you'll be happy to join us for
dinner and show your lovely figure to Wayne and the
Countess won't you Charlotte? I had never laced down to
eighteen inches before and Paula knew that. Besides, I
didn't have a corset in my luggage, that would take me
down that much. I nodded my head yes knowing that I was
at no risk for such torture. The only heels that I had
packed were my 5 inch ones. Wayne came over to me and
unfastened the reins and removed the head harness and
bit from my mouth. "Oh mother," he said excitedly, "she
might be a possibility... the kind I've always dreamed
of. I bowed my head and thanked him softly. With that,
Paula took my hand and led me into the mansion and up
to our room.
Following Paula's instructions, I stripped and headed
for the shower. It was time to touch up my legs and
underarms with a razor so I did. It was so wonderful in
the warm shower and I felt safe. Paula joined me and
soon I was on my knees lapping at her pussy as she
ground my face into her crotch. I noticed that my
remaining pubic hair was exactly like hers. There was
just an inch wide strip up the center. She tasted so
good and I was in heaven as she kept me there through
several orgasm. All the while the shower flushed me
with warm water.
Once out of the shower I dried her off and then took
care of myself. I was told to do my makeup for an
evening at a hot disco! I realized that meant smoky and
sultry. God, you think I was being prepared to be shown
off to a new potential male lover. Oh well, I thought
to myself, I have learned to do as I am told!
A suitcase I recognized as one from home, was out on
the bed. However, I didn't remember our having brought
it with us to the airport. Paula told me to open it and
unpack the things that were inside. "Put the lingerie
and foundation garments in the drawers and hang up the
dresses," she said. As I opened the suitcase, saw
several unfamiliar dresses, pairs of shoes with what
were obviously 7 inch heels and two severe looking
corsets. One was like a Merry Widow in that it had bra
half cups. Both laced up the back and were made of
black satin with colored ribbons laced throughout their
bodies.
"Big Ruth, from BR Creations made those up for you
Charlotte," she said. "They are your newest gift from
me. I know you are ready for them even though they're
much tighter than any you have had before. I bet Ruth
you would be a 17" waist by this week and that by the
time you leave me you'll be a 16" waist.
"Seventeen," I gasped, "you know I nearly die at
nineteen inches. That time you laced me to eighteen
inches was sheer hell. How can you be so mean to me? As
it is now I always have to wear some form of support as
my muscles have all lost their strength." She came over
to me and said, "if you don't shut your mouth right
now, you'll sleep in the barn with the rest of the
ponies!" I bit my lip and said, "yes Mistress."
It was almost 6:30 p.m. when I finished my makeup.
Paula rang for a servant and soon a beautiful male
appeared. His body harness hid nothing and his member
was lifted up and out by the lower part. "I need help
with lacing this little bitch into her corset, slave.
Help me with her." I was led to the corner and the
inescapable hoist. My arms were hooked into a bridle at
the wrists and I was lifted off the floor.
I had become so used to this by now I said not a word.
There was no milking machine, thank god! The corset was
placed around my waist and the slave was told to start
lacing it. It took almost an hour of lacing then
stopping to get it almost closed. Paula produced a tape
measure. "Well, you are at least down to a respectable
18 inches" she said after measuring me. I was in agony
as you might guess, but dared not utter a peep. In fact
I found myself saying, "thank you Mistress."
Paula pulled a pair of very sheer, deep black hose from
the drawer. They actually were like a net style
pattern. She fastened them to the garter belt and
reached in the closet for one of the shoe boxes. "You
may have seen these before, but I don't think you have
ever tried to wear them." She held a pair of open toe
sling pumps in her hand that had the most incredible
heels I had ever seen.
They were black patent and had a two part heel. The
upper half was black patent, but the lower half were of
a silver metal. The end of the heel was a tiny ball
which was round on the bottom. It was as if a ball
bearing had been welded to a silver nail. "I know how
proficient you have become in your 5" work heels, but
then again, we are here on a different mission," she
said.
These are 7" of total slutty beauty. Yes my darling
Charlotte," she said with a vicious tone, "we are
showing the true slutty side of your character tonight!
By the time this evening is over, you'll realize that
the true slut in you will never be invisible or for
that matter, unavailable, to any man who has the asking
price! With that, she forced them on my feet. The heel
strap had a little gold chain that went over the instep
and a tiny gold padlock on the outside end of each
chain.
The rope was lowered and I almost fell. The corset had,
as my others always did, changed my whole balance. The
heels were so high and so difficult to stand in. My
fanny muscles and thigh muscles began to work overtime
to keep my balance. "We'll be here in the room for
another hour before we go downstairs to meet Wayne and
the Countess," she said. "In a bit I will get the rest
of your outfit for this evening after you practice
walking in your new heels," she added.
Finally, after an hour, all of which time she was
snapping photos and taking a series of shots with the
video camera, she brought out my clothes for the
evening. "Where is my blouse?" I asked as I looked at
what she had. All she was carrying was a very narrow
knee length skirt and what seemed like a women's suit
top or jacket. "My dear little slut, there is no
blouse. This is a 'special version' of a business suit
for the up and coming Wall Street executive office
slut.
I shook my head as if to say I didn't understand. She
handed me the skirt and a 2 inch patent belt. That was
ok. Then she handed me the tailored jacket. It had
medium width lapels, covered with little arrowheads of
patent. It also had a fluted peplum, BUT it had no
buttons. The edges of the front merely met or almost.
That meant that it was always partially open and would
be wide open if I moved my arms. It meant that what
everyone would see, was my corset under the jacket. I
was mortified and began to feel embarrassed.
"Oh no, you can't possibly expect me to go out in
public this way," I said plaintively. "Why everyone
will look at me and think, does she really dress that
way at an office? What kind of slut is she? I won't be
safe from any lecherous male if I am in a group." Paula
began, "Well my dear, this all derives from you
insensitivity to a woman's situation! You loved to slut
it up in my clothes. Your sister Kay and I know you
certainly love to fuck every man that takes a fancy to
you! I certainly wouldn't want a prospect like Wayne to
doubt what you could provide nor would I want you to
suffer from lack of attention at the disco tonight!"
"Prospect? What are you talking about?" I asked while I
concentrated on trying to maintain my balance. Paula
spun on her heel and walked out of the bedroom without
answering. When she returned, she was carrying a large
leather bound scrap book. This is what you'll be
showing Wayne and the Countess tonight. You'll show it
to them and explain each page with as much detail as
they wish. If you do not, they will tell me and you
will spend the week in the stable!
The book was over 5 inches thick. As I briefly leafed
through it, I was revolted and embarrassed beyond
belief. They had photos of every disgusting scene I had
ever participated in. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was
left out. There were so many shots of me being abused,
degraded, giving head, being screwed and in almost
every conceivable setting. It was as if my whole life
had passed in front of me!
As the last part of dressing, I was given these huge 3
inch door knocker gold earrings. They must have made
them out of fishing sinkers, they were so heavy. They
moved as I walked and I could see there were diamonds
in them that caught the light as my head moved. You
cannot even begin to imagine the look. Paula had made
my eyes even smokier with extra dark black smudged eye
shadow with tinges of violet at the corners. My cheeks
were dramatically sculpted as well. It was a to die for
"catch me come fuck me" look!
We headed downstairs, which in itself was torture, for
a night of god knows what! As we headed down the stairs
with their large curving handrail, I saw Wayne in a
dark blue business suit and his mother in a very chic
silk dress. Paula had decided to find that pony who was
so gorgeous and play with him. I was on my own and
wondering what was meant when those words were used...
prospect... possibility... always dreamed of...
I didn't know what I would be facing that evening but
one thing was for sure, I sensed that a new direction
might be coming in my life. My fear and worry over the
stable and pony world was beyond description.
I also feared the ultimatum that was put to me, that I
would have to beg to have my breasts filled up, and
actually borrow a lot of money to pay for it. What ever
more it was that Paula wanted me to do to my body was
still a mystery to me. Even worse however, was what I
would face for the next two weeks.
EPISODE 30: ON DISPLAY FOR ALL HIS FRIENDS
As she was headed down the stairs to meet Wayne and his
mother in the lobby, Charlotte remembered the thoughts
and conversation she had with Paula just before leaving
the room.
"I am so embarrassed in this outfit," Charlotte had
said to Paula. "Why my dear, it says SLUT and that's
what you have become... haven't you? You should not be
embarrassed by a label you have earned and so richly
deserve," Paula replied. "Answer me truthfully or I
will see to it that you are even further exposed
tonight," Paula continued.
"I can't help my emotions and the feelings that run
through me. I don't know why my body and mind react the
way they do when people do sexual things to me,"
Charlotte had responded. "It must have something to do
with all those medicines you make me take every day.
But the worst part, after I look at those horrible
videos you have made, I seem to be deeply moved in them
and worse, I seem to be enjoying those disgusting sex
acts. I can't seem to help myself and what I say and
do. I mean, I actually heard myself begging for more
and more many times!" Paula said, "By the way, we have
concluded a deal with a video distributor to sell those
tapes. I just know you'll be famous all over the kinky
world."
"Well, Charlotte," Paula continued, "you certainly do
seem to enjoy being used as a man's toy. I am even more
pleased at how excited you get from the belt and other
pain while having sex. Certainly, Wayne seems to enjoy
being on the giving end of things. Who knows what may
transpire between the two of you."
As I moved about the room, even the slightest motion on
my part made the jacket open wider. "Hold your arms out
as if you are dancing," Paula had told her. I did as I
was told and looked in the mirror. There were those
embarrassingly small flat boobs with their monstrous
nipples. "I am so embarrassed by this look but worse
because you ruined my nice petite bust with your
suction machine.
"Well," said Paula, "I am pleased to hear you speak
nicely of your bust. For a while I heard only hate and
anger." Charlotte replied, "I was actually beginning to
admire it. It was cute and somewhat sexy and it did
excite the men a little. What girl wouldn't like that
feeling?" I realized that I had caught myself talking
as a girl would and it made me pause.
Paula said, "You could solve all that if you wished you
know. I have offered to enhance your bosom for you."
Charlotte remembered, however, that when they discussed
this at the doctor's office, there had been talk of
size changes that appalled her. I mean after all, she
thought to herself, those pictures showed women with
bosoms that were huge and pendulous. That was not
something Charlotte could even conceive of for herself.
"I'll tell you what," Paula said, "I know Wayne has a
special fetish for body jewelry. That could make a
difference in your appearance, unless of course you
want to beg me to fix your problem as I want to." I was
puzzled and said so asking for more on what she meant.
Paula continued, "I know that there are parts of the
body jewelry process that really excite him. Perhaps,
after you have been out for a while tonight, he will
take you shopping at a special place for something
unique. I know his friend Jim is in town and he is a
master in this area. He is world famous!"
All of this had made no sense to me at all. I hadn't
the faintest idea of what she was talking about. All
the time we were talking, Paula was standing in front
of me massaging and kneading my swollen nipples. They
became redder and more swollen and she alternated
between pinching and massaging them. They were a deep
blood engorged red color. "Wayne will really be excited
when he sees these," she said.
There was a knock at the door. "Answer that Charlotte,
but take a glass of champagne with you so that if its
Wayne, he'll feel you are really out to please him. His
mother says he really needs to feel those kinds of
thoughts from his women and for tonight, YOU ARE HIS
WOMAN!" I did as I was told. The glass was cool and
inviting in my hand. I am sure I must have made a very
fetching sight as I opened the door.
He was beautifully attired but he wasn't Wayne. "I am
here to deliver a set of golden barbells to madam," he
said. His eyes roamed across my open jacket and my
exposed body. I was mortified and I could see he loved
it. He handed me two small glassine wrapped packages
with small gold barbells in them. The packages seemed
to be sealed. The barbells were about two inches long
and weighed a couple of ounces. I opened the card that
was with them and the note said, "I hope that soon you
will do me the honor of wearing these." It was signed
Wayne. "Wearing them," I said to Paula quizzically? She
said nothing but devilishly. I was puzzled beyond
belief at the whole thing. "Put these in your purse and
give them to Wayne later on if he asks for them," Paula
had told me. I did as I was told.
Now as I came down the staircase, the mere act of
holding on to the railing was exposing so much of me.
Thank god I was wearing the corset with the half cups
or I would have been even more embarrassed. Wayne took
my arms, held them out to the side and said, "let me
look at you... scrumptious and so hot looking... I just
love a tarty executive secretary!" He ran his hands
down my backside and said in my ear, "I know you are
bare underall and I love it! Your garters are so
exciting... I can't wait to show you off to everyone."
The Countess said, "well my dear little toy, you
certainly have captured my boy's fancy. I don't think I
have seen him this excited in quite a while. Let's all
hope you're up to it." He is known for his staying
power. With that the three of headed for the front
door. There was a beautiful black limo waiting for us.
The doorman opened the door and I followed the Countess
into the back seat. Wayne already had his hands on my
leg the moment we sat down.
"I want you to know that I like my women in a constant
state of excitement when we are together. The more
aroused and stimulated, the more pheromones you give
off. I am terribly stimulated by them and I love being
stimulated. His hand forced itself up under my skirt
and as he found my crotch, he pinched it viciously.
I squeaked and inhaled with a strong gasp. Just as I
did, he held out the other hand under my nose. In it he
had crushed some kind of capsule. I became quite heady
and excited. "You will find that I like to see the
effect this has on you," he said. I felt like I was in
a beautiful purple fog. With that he reached over and
opened my jacket. His head bent forward to my left
nipple as he removed it from the shelter of the bra
cup.
He sucked very hard on it making it tingle strongly. I
would have sworn it wept when he did that. The velvet
fog I was in only made it more exciting. He did the
same thing to the other nipple. I was in a swoon and my
pulse raced. He had found a button and he was pushing
it hard. "Too bad these are so immature and unadorned"
he said as he squeezed each nipple repeatedly. "I
moaned, "what can I do to make you like them more?" not
believing what I saying. He answered, "in time..."
We arrived at the club and the door opened to the limo.
He stepped out first and then reached for my hand. I
tried to clutch my jacket so I wasn't exposed. No such
luck, and worse my bust was still exposed. I stuffed my
horrible flat boobs back in the cups as we went up the
stairs. "Too bad, those don't have some jewelry to make
up for their pitiful size. He was purposely humiliating
me. I could only hope he didn't do this in front of
others.
The crowd in the bar was definitely young and middle
aged business people. The women were exceptionally good
looking, but their dress style was conservative. In
contrast, I realized that I was very definitely
"executive slut" in appearance. Wayne began to
introduce me as his newest companion. Trying to shake
hands with people and still maintain some modicum of
dignity was impossible. I realized I was blushing beet
red!
The women were very definitely jealous but then I saw a
woman in exquisite leather. She was a stunning, but
severe looking, middle aged woman in a fabulous leather
suit. Her legs were in very sheer dark black stockings
and she too had on very high heels. She was carrying a
short "stick" of some kind. I was introduced to Anna
and was told that her field was negotiation and
training!
The men Wayne introduced me to were much more friendly
than the women. Many reached for my outstretched hand
with one hand and placed their other hand on my waist
which forced my jacket open. I must have been beet red
several times. I could feel my face becoming quite
flushed.
As I stood with Wayne I felt the need to move closer to
him. In return his hand went around my waist and then
down and across my fanny. I literally shook as he did
this as a tremor ran through me. I couldn't understand
why I reacted that way. He repeated this movement
several times and each time it was the same.
Several of the men asked Wayne if I was available, but
he said no, that he had no plans to let me "get away or
be shared." In a way, I found myself liking that. I had
only belonged to Paula since all this started and it
was as if I was ready to "belong" to someone. When he
talked to Anna, at one point in the conversation, Wayne
said, "I may even put a ring on her." It seemed a
little to fast to me, but by now I had learned my place
in the world and I said nothing. I realized that only
real women had the freedom and right to disagree with
men!
Anna replied, "well, you know my feelings about jewelry
and commitment." Wayne answered, "I have thought of
that also and I am seriously considering it... perhaps
even tonight." Anna volunteered, "I am available to
assist you if you need me." It was all a mystery to me
for sure.
After a couple of drinks, Wayne led me to the dance
floor. After the popper in the car and the two drinks,
I really needed his strong arms for support when we
started to dance. As we stood on the dance floor, he
reached inside my jacket and folded the top half of the
bra cup under my breast. That left them laying on a
shelf so to say. "I want you to appreciate their
sensitivity as you dance and as the fabric of your
jacket moves across your nipples," he said.
I felt so exposed and yet not really. True, the jacket
backing was exciting them and even more so when we were
touching as we danced. I began to get very flushed in
the face again from all the excitation of my nipples.
Paula, at home, then Wayne in the car, had really
excited them. This was only frosting on the cake. He
kept me on the floor for the next three numbers. The
last one was faster and I spent a good portion of that
time half exposed.
As we wound up the last dance number, he spun me into
him and planted a full mouth kiss on me. His tongue
probed, forcing itself between my teeth. I was so
excited from all that had gone on before that I
literally melted into him. I yielded fully taking all
of his tongue in my mouth. In turn, he took every
advantage of my receptiveness. I was feeling so
emotionally good from this that I continued to be
responsive to him.
When we finally broke, there was some applause from his
friends. I smiled, quite embarrassed by everything.
Impulsively, I reached to adjust my bra cups, but his
hands stopped me. "I like you that way... you are mine
and I am your Master," he said. I looked up at him and
could not believe myself as I said "I accept that."
"Wayne replied, "Good... We shall see if we can't
reinforce that... perhaps this evening!"
The cocktail gathering went on until almost midnight.
Then Anna came up and said she was headed for the Copa
area in Miami... were we interested in going with her.
Wayne looked at me and said, "well are you up to it?" I
answered, again as if in a trance, "I am with you and I
have been trained to go where my Master or Mistress
take me without objection... no matter where or for
what!"
With that response, he turned to Anna and said "Of
course... perhaps we can really show her what
commitment symbols really are." He then turned to me
and said, "show Mistress Anna your newest gifts which I
sent you." I paused for a minute and then realized he
was talking about the barbells in my purse. I took the
package out and handed them to Mistress Anna. Her eyes
gleamed as she licked her dark ruby lips with what was
obvious enjoyment. What was this all about, I wondered.
I couldn't even figure out what they were supposed to
be used for.
EPISODE 31: AGONY AND ECSTASY
As we moved to leave the party, I realized I has
somewhat of a high from the pot in the air and poppers
that had been forced under my nose from time to time. I
felt like I was on somewhat of a cloud. I remembered
answering, when asked if I wanted to go to the Copa
area, "I am with you [Wayne] and I have been trained to
go where my Master or Mistress take me without
objection... no matter where or for what!" I guess I
really felt that way at that moment because I felt no
regret at saying that. Thinking back on all that had
been done to me by Paula and that bitch of a sister of
mine, this was some statement. I had truly become so
submissive and used to being dominated, that I freely
accepted the role.
Wayne led Mistress Anna and me to the front door and
out to the front porch where the limo was pulling up.
Just then Mistress Anna said to Wayne, "let me take her
back into the house and insert a joy plug, I think
we'll want that to start working as soon as possible."
He agreed and with that I was led back into the house
and into a bedroom. I was instructed to remove my skirt
and then bend over. "Grab your ankles and hold tight,"
Mistress Anna said.
With one hand she began to pinch and squeeze my
enlarged nipples till I began to moan. At that moment,
she forced a large cock shaped dildo up my love box.
"There my dear, you'll have all six inches to keep you
company tonight." All of a sudden, she clicked
something on it and it began to vibrate slowly. She
gave it one further push, and it passed inside me with
nothing protruding.
"Now just to make sure you freely associate the
pleasure of the joy plug, I think something else is
needed," she said and then continued, "what do you beg
for-bitch?" I thought for a moment and then remembered,
"I have had naughty thoughts Mistress Anna, please
punish me for them," I said. Mistress Anna began with
her crop striking and slashing. My bottom burned in
searing pain and I began to breathe very rapidly.
"Oooooh... oooohhhh... Oooooohhhh, uuuhhhh,
ooooohhhhh," I found myself moaning almost in a rhythm
with the strokes of her crop.
I found myself getting very excited. "Oooooohhhhh
aaahhhh uuhhhh UH!" I found myself shaking and
grunting. My insides hurt so much and I felt like an
orgasm was trying to make its way through me. "oh
please fuck me" I found myself screaming. "Don't leave
me like this, please oh please fuck me for real," I
screamed. "No my dear, you'll not get that release from
me. I must admit that I would love to have you as my
property. In fact I may talk to your Mistress about
purchasing you for my own stable."
I was instructed to fix my makeup and my hair and
follow Mistress Anna outside. That thing was alive
inside me and doing its work incessantly. It moved and
buzzed just enough to keep me excited. I could only
guess at how long they expected me to stay that way.
The chauffeur opened the door and Mistress Anna stepped
in first, then me and finally Wayne. But I was directed
to a jump seat facing them. I found myself accessible
to both of them which, as you can guess, made for more
problems.
As the driver got and started the limo, Mistress Anna
reached for my tender nipples and began to knead them
painfully. "My, my," she said to Wayne, "they are
already so enlarged and ripe. I can see how sensitive
they have become as well. I just love a very full pouty
nipple on a pet, don't you Wayne," she concluded. With
that she gave each a supremely vicious pinch which
brought a tear to my eye.
Wayne responded, "I am so horny, I think I need her
lush mouth working on my cock this very moment." He
reached forward and pulled my head toward his crotch
saying, "open it and take care of me bitch!" Since by
this time I had learned to do exactly as I was told, I
unzipped his pants and reached for his already swollen
sex. All the time this was going on the cock shaped
dildo was buzzing and moving in my bottom!
His cock was so swollen and stiff by now and the head
was so aroused. I could feel the vein pulsing on the
underside as I handled him. Without even being told or
touched, I lowered my head and opened my mouth. It was
so huge by now as his excitement pulsed through it and
the head was a rich purple in color. I began by licking
it all over till its surface glistened. I could tell he
was really wired.
"I just love those huge pouty lips of hers as they are
wrapped around my cock. They are so full and exciting
to look at," he said to Mistress Anna. "She really
needs permanent makeup on her lip lines, eyes and
eyebrows. That will keep that bedroom look, no matter
how many times she is used or played with day or
night," she continued. "In fact, if you want, after her
exercise period tomorrow, I'll have that done at the
ranch as a gift from me to you Wayne," she added.
Wayne said nothing, but nodded his agreement to
Mistress Anna obviously enjoying the work I was doing
on him. Soon he took my head in his hands and moved it
back and forth as he became more and more excited. In a
moment, he gushed his juices. I was, as always the
case, not allowed to do anything but swallow what he
loosed. By now I had also learned that this was my
place as a she-male pet. I supposed real women were
never made to suffer the same indignities and
embarrassment that I was. Of course this shame was my
punishment which I was beginning to realize, would
never end.
As I had been taught so often by Mistress Paula, I
cleaned him up completely. As I started to fix my
makeup, particularly my lipstick, Wayne said, "you're
right, that would be a great idea. With the plans I
have for her, she will really benefit from that."
Once in the club, I was very much the center of lots of
attention. For one thing, the skirt was so tight that
even with the slit, it was still difficult to move and
my heels drew lots of attention. Wayne ordered a drink
for each of us and took me to the dance floor. The
music was hot and fast. Then without so much as a "may
I," he removed my jacket and handed it to Mistress
Anna.
I was so embarrassed because of how exposed I was.
Those poor flabby tits and huge nipples of mine left me
feeling so ashamed. The music throbbed and pumped. I
must admit that gay disco music is so exciting and
moving. There is really no place else but gay bars,
where they have music so good. I was feeling very
flushed and my blood was pounding. Of course that
terrible cock shaped dildo was still doing its number
inside me.
We stopped for a drink and a man came up to us. He wore
several rings in each ear and his nipple was pierced.
Wayne obviously knew him as he handed him a joint. Then
it was passed to me and I was given the nod to take a
few puffs. Again, because I had no will of my own any
longer, I did as I was told. Soon I was lit and flying.
"Is this the girl you told me about Wayne?" he asked.
"Yes," Wayne replied, "she really needs some help but
better than that, she needs the reinforcement of a
commitment to her role for the rest of her life." He
asked me for my purse from which he retrieved the small
gold dumbbells. "How did you wish these done?" the man
asked Wayne. He continued, "I thought we could insert
these permanently through each nipple. The ends will
stick out on each side of each nipple leaving at least
3/8 of an inch on each side plus the large round end."
"The piercing will have to be quite large initially to
get the head completely through each of those massive
nipples she has. Then the nipple flesh will heal up and
fit quite snugly to the bar portion. Quite a bit of
each bar will stick out on each side as well as the
knob portion leaving room for whatever attachment we
wish to literally hang from the bar portion. I want
this to be 100% permanent so that the bar bells never
can be removed without cutting them apart," Wayne said
to the man.
"This girl is really making a statement of her
commitment to a way of life... is that what you must
have Wayne?" he asked. Wayne turned to me and asked me,
"well tell him that this is what you want Charlotte and
why you want it." I was somewhat stunned, but the joint
had really made its effect felt. I found my self
nodding and saying "I am with you and I have been
trained to do whatever my Master or Mistress ask of me
without objection... no matter where or what!" With
that Wayne crushed another popper and forced his hand
under my nose. I went into a velvet fog again.
Soon my head began to clear a little and I found myself
sitting in a chair. My hands and arms were tied to the
arms of the chair. As well I had a leather belt around
my waist which held me tight against the back of the
chair. Little tables were set up on each side of the
chair. On each table was what appeared to be a white
cloth and a large diameter needle about 6 inches in
length. There was also alcohol and betadine.
The man and Mistress Anna had on rubber gloves and were
rubbing my nipples with alcohol swabs. "We have
somewhat numbed your nipples my dear, but... not
completely," she said. The man said, "this is going to
be part of the rest of your life and so you must
remember every exquisite feeling and moment of pain
about it. The anesthetic will keep you from passing out
but not much else."
A ball gag with a cock on one side was forced in my
mouth and tied behind my head. Then the fumes of a
joint were continuously wafted in front of my face.
Mistress Anna and the man each picked up the long
stainless steel needles. They were quite a bit larger
than regular needles, almost as large in diameter as
the bars on the gold barbells. Even though I was in a
"velvet fog" I could tell they were going to be used on
me.
I started to scream but I couldn't as my mouth was
gagged by the penis ball gag. Each took a nipple
between their thumb and forefinger. They pinched the
nipple severely, which act, I now realize, was intended
to start a numbing effect that pain produces. Literally
in tandem, they began to force the large needles into
my engorged swollen nipples.
The pain was so intense and excruciating as the needles
advanced through each nipple. I began to get very faint
headed but I remember the crowd's action. They were
cheering and clapping their hands. As the needles
passed through the inner sides of both nipples I must
have passed out.
When I regained consciousness the needles were no
longer in my nipples. Instead they both were pierced by
the large gold dumbbells. I could look down and see
each badly swollen nipple with a gold bar through it
and the knob ends attached to the bars, on each side of
the nipple. It was so erotic and sensuous looking that
I started to cry.
My nipples were numb from the pain but there was no
blood. "We have pierced you for life Charlotte," said
Mistress Anna. "The knobs on the ends are so large that
it will be excruciating to even try and remove them. In
a few weeks, the insides of your nipples will develop
healed tissue and there will be no more pain. Till
then, they must be dipped in alcohol three times a day
to prevent infection."
She continued, "When you are doing your daily runs and
exercise at the ranch, the salt from your perspiration
will sting fiercely till that healing takes place. Both
the sweating and this will serve to remind you,
however, of your position and station in life." I was
in shock from the thought of what she had told me.
"Never removed," I said quizzically to her. "At least
they could have been prettier," I added. She continued,
"your owner, Mistress Paula, said that she would
consider enhancing their beauty, when and if your
breasts merited such, but since you refuse to ask for
enhancement, you must suffer the indignity of this
situation."
I stared down at the nipples of my breasts. They were
so huge from both the collagen, the hormones and now
this terrible painful abuse. "You know Charlotte,"
Mistress Anna said, "when the healing takes place the
nipple will be tightly clasping the bar just like your
lush mouth when it was wrapped around Wayne's massive
cock in the car. However, we have another ordeal for
you tonight to seal your fate completely."
I was untied from the chair and led from the room to a
doorway which went into another building and into what
turned out to be a beauty salon. Once inside I was led
to a back room and told to get up and lay on a table
covered with a white sheet. Once again, my hands were
fastened in straps as were my legs and ankles.
A woman came into the room dressed in a white smock.
She was pushing a cart with all kinds of electrical
looking instruments and bottles on it. My head was then
strapped in a harness which was strapped to the table
so I was unable to move it. The woman was introduced as
Amanda and I was told that she was an Esthetician.
She began by shaping my eyebrows into what she
described as extremely erotic arches. I thought that
had already been done but she explained that the bottom
line was being changed so that they were much, much
more exotic in their shape. That didn't bother me
because I could always let them grow back to a natural
line... or so I thought. Next she took out an
instrument that was like an electric pencil.
I realized that it was a tattoo device. I couldn't move
my head, of course due to the harness. She began to
actually tattoo dark color to the shape she had made.
"I am giving you permanent makeup on your eyebrows my
dear," she said to me. "It will always show, so if you
don't keep the actual brows shaped this way you will
look like a total fool."
That wasn't the worst part however. When she was
finished she said, "now its time for your lips and
eyeliner." All of a sudden, I remembered the
conversation between Mistress Anna and Wayne. "I think
a she-male should always have that total sultry look in
her eyes and lips. It makes everyone think of nothing
but bedding her or using her mouth whenever they see
her. As for that matter, she should always look made up
even when she has spent the entire evening taking care
of real men or real women with her mouth."
I protested saying, "they have already injected
collagen into my lips to make them so full and pouty.
What more is needed?" The woman answered, "Mistress
Paula, yes I know her, wants to make sure there is
never any question in your mind as to the shape and
fullness your lipstick must achieve. She also wants to
be sure that your lips are totally dramatic even when
you have just finished eating her or servicing her
friends. After all, you used to enjoy slutting it up so
much in her clothes didn't you?"
With that, she injected some xylocaine into my lips and
began with a dark ink to outline my lips completely.
There was a mirror hanging over the table so I could
follow what she was doing. It was too much to bear, or
so I felt and I passed out. When I awoke, I was
unfettered and alone in the room. My clothes had been
left on and I could see the mirror. Of course,
throughout this whole horrible evening, that terrible
buzzing dildo was still working.
I stared at the mirror and could see the eyebrows, the
lip line, and the deep dark lines with what appeared to
be normal amount of smudging along the upper and lower
lid lines. What I didn't yet realize, was there was no
makeup there, only the deep black permanent color. My
hands were free and so I touched the dark lines. They
were very erotically done and in fact they were quite
permanent.
Once again, I looked at my breasts, still exposed as
before. Yes, those gold bar bells were implanted
through each nipple. Tonight I had truly experienced a
stronger but forced commitment to the life style Paula
had imposed on me as punishment for my insensitivity. I
could not help but feel I was forever trapped. At
least, I thought, there was nothing more they could do
to me.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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