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The story pregresses as he is made to wear female clothing and intimidated into letting others control, both his body and mind. (Fdom/M, tg, prost, orgy) *** INTRODUCTION This is the beginning of a series of episodes about poor Charles who ultimately loses all his male attributes. He had has a lifelong interest in feminine articles but is insensitive to his wife's needs and desire for family stability. Because of the stigma she feels may come from his indiscretions, his wife Paula decides to remove any trace of Charles and to create Charlotte in his place. Paula does this with my help. As Charlotte's real development takes place we will observe and enjoy "Her" dilemma and complete forceful and humiliating transformation into a total piece of fluff with no other purposes in life than to serve the furtherance of woman's beauty or to entertain a certain kind of man. In each case "Her" every action is controlled by others and "Her" sole role is to serve for their pleasure. No vestige of Charles will be left as it began nor will anything ever be the same again. It all began with a letter Charles received on Friday after being home ill for a week with an undiagnosed lower abdominal disturbance. March 31, 1989 Dear Charles: I had a nice chat with your wife Paula, the other day. We both agreed that you need a new direction in your life to help you stop playing this silly role-swapping game. She tells me that she has once again caught you attempting to wear some of her clothes. It is obvious that you cannot make up your mind what you are and how you should behave. Because of your insensitivity to Paula's position it is obvious that something must be done to prevent you doing irreparable damage to her reputation and security. Since you obviously are unwilling to take her situation into consideration we must take charge of your life for you. We've developed a plan to resolve every aspect of your weakness once and for all. Your business partners have already been notified that you won't be into work anymore. They received your letter of resignation from their association and have accepted it with regret but as you requested they will not attempt to meet or talk you out of your decision. Your share of the partnership, which amounted to over $100,000 has already been forwarded to Paula as you "Request ed." She has deposited it in her new account as well as all funds from your joint account. You will therefore be totally dependent on her good will and support in order to live. She in turn believes that living off someone else is inappropriate and that working for a living is good for the soul. Therefore, new employment more suited to your nature, has already been arranged and will begin as soon as you are appropriately prepared for it. The manager of the Sapphos Beauty Salon has agreed to take you on as an apprentice in their pedicure room. The Manager has been kind enough to send over the new uniform you'll be required to wear. Charlotte is how you will forever henceforth be known both legally and by everyone you meet. I know you're going to just adore the uniform. The cute little dress is all red satin with a strapless low-cut bodice and a sassy little full skirt. You'll have to wear several short crinoline petticoats to make it flare out properly. A lacy white apron will highlight your new tiny waistline ever so dramatically. Of course, we were at first concerned that it would be too small at the waist for your figure, but with the proper corseting, we know you'll look exquisite even if you are very uncomfortable and restricted in your movements by the severity of the corset. The loveliest pair of stockings was sent along with the outfit. Honey, they're black and very sheer with a seam running all the way up the back to the prettiest lace tops. These will of course show under your flared little skirt. She's also sent some cute little lacy anklets to wear over them. You're going to be just too sexy for words. You'll just die when you see the shoes you're to wear. They're red patent leather and have the highest heels I have ever seen. They must be at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. I can just see you in them now, forced to mince about the salon so carefully to keep from falling. That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control just to even walk. However the conditioning that will cause as a result of your being in such heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines. Now, because this salon has a very exclusive clientele, it's most important, dear, that you not embarrass us by misbehaving. To insure this, we have worked out a strict morning regimen to be followed the rest of your life. After your morning exercise and walk, you'll get to eat. However, from now on there will be no more he-man breakfasts. Just some toast and grapefruit perhaps. A little juice will be permitted, if only to help you swallow the special Estanil vitamins your wife has acquired for you. Then it will be up to the dressing room where I'm afraid your wrists will have to lashed to the lacing bar. This is of course to restrict your movement while you're being prepared for work each day. You'll be drawn up on your tippy-toes so we might lace in your corset a few more inches than what you've been used to up till now. I know that you will love the ultimate 19 inch waist which they require. For the first six months until the Estanil really takes effect, that dirty little thing between your legs will have a nylon cord loop attached to it and this will be drawn up between your legs and hooked tightly to the back of your corset. That way you will never be able to get an erection and expose yourself. Unfortunately, since it will now be pulled between your thighs, your walking will probably keep the end so irritated you'll never be able to stop some feelings from entering your mind, but you'll not have to worry as there will be no way to respond to them. Of course your own lovely toes will be polished and buffed whenever the polish needs redoing. Since you'll never again be allowed to have unpolished toes, this may have to be redone weekly. Since they adore red as a part of their basic Salon theme at the salon, you will use the brightest and sexiest red colors at all times for your hands, toes and lips. You have so admired my gorgeous long nails that you will have porcelain nail covers, good for six months, applied in 1 1/2 inch lengths as the very first action Paula and I take. That will however make it almost impossible for you to do much without our early help. In time, unless you wish to be severely punished, you'll learn to do everything necessary despite the terribly long nails. While you're suspended it will be much easier to draw up your beautiful new stockings as well. Whenever polish has to changed or redone, it probably means you'll be there for a while each morning which will tend, over time, to elongate and narrow your waistline as the muscles readjust permanent- lee. Of course the special medication, especially the Estanil, will also change the distribution of body fat particularly in your hips and abdomen. I'm sure you want the stockings to go on correctly with the seams as straight as possible. Next, you'll be buckled into your lovely new open toe pumps and the little gold padlocks, which are so cute, will be fastened to keep them on all day. Then, before we go further, your makeup will be applied while you're hanging so helplessly. We feel the extra time in that position is very important to your figure development. Special care will have to be taken with your lipstick, eye-shadow, blusher, and false eyelashes so as not to give away your secret to the ladies you'll be servicing. However, they will be most alluringly done as we want you to be the source of admiration and for them to have great desire for you and your lovely mouth. Some of these ladies have a special appreciation for a pretty thing such as you will certainly become. It will be very difficult for you to maintain your dignity and behave yourself unless you remember that Paula and the Manager strongly believe in corporal punishment for misbehavior. Of course your admiration for Paula's earrings was well known to us. As a part of your initial preparation we will have your ears double pierced and little gold stud sets placed in each hole in both ears. The lower stud sets however, have a loop at the bottom so we will be able to fasten those very large very heavy dangly earrings in them for nighttime. You have such trashy tastes in earrings that it seems we should make you wear those that will really draw attention to you. Perhaps you'll learn the reason nice girls don't advertise so blatantly. We've also acquired some special ointment to smooth into your little breasts. Most certainly you are under developed at this time. The label claims that in less than 30 days they'll swell out to be so soft and plump. Paula's gynecologist assures us that in combination with the Estanil the desired effect will be easily achieved, unfortunately at the cost of every aspect of your current disgusting masculinity which will end forever. To absolutely ensure the best results, however, and to preclude any immodesty on your part for the next six months, we've made the purchase of a very unique device. It looks something like the milking machines you see on a dairy farm, and essentially, that's what it is. It only has three suction lines however. The main one's purpose is obvious. The other two have hemispherical attachments that will attach to your budding bosom and will greatly enhance the effect of the special ointment. Its pulsating pump and light electrical stimulators, will not only beautify and enlarge your sweet little breasts but the main line will relentlessly drain you every morning of your nasty ungirlish fluids. With the Estanil however, your little nipples will become as tender as can be. Unfortunately you will therefore be incredibly stimulated whenever you are on the machine and you will know almost unbearable discomfort. There is a fourth part to this unit which will be inserted in your new "Pussy" to stimulate you during the process both for conditioning and to ensure that all your ungirlish fluids become available for draining. In time there will be no further generation of such fluids because all parts of your body which do so now, will become useless and impotent. However for the time being, that which is drained from you will be replaced, through your new "Pussy' by using Premarin ointment. You will thus become very used to a burst of squishy fluid gushing into your body orifice every day. Under this regimen you will naturally become more and more docile. Your body shape will change completely and will resemble Paula's. How perfect - you're going to look just scrumptious and become so incredibly desirable. Our program will insure that you are molded in both mind and body to better suit your new situation. I hope your new clients appreciate our efforts. As you kneel at their feet to remove their panties and stockings, not only, need they not fear any misbehavior, but I'm sure the sight of such plump little breasts spilling over your bodice will endear you to your customers. You'll have to be quite careful because this salon's special customers just love to tease a visible nipple and yours will be so sensitive and easily responsive to painful pinches. Unfortunately, your new work uniform does little to shield even your current tiny bust from such attention. As your bust grows they will not change your uniform. They just love a very, very busty look and as such you'll have to suffer the consequences more and more every day. Who knows, after polishing and buffing a customer's toenails as they sit before you; after replacing their gossamer nylons and exquisitely high-heeled sandals, you may be rewarded with something more than a few dollars as a tip. If one day you feel a beautifully nailed hand on the nape of your lovely neck forcing you forward toward her womanhood; if as you lap at the nectar-filled fountain between her nylon encased thighs, you think of us with a heart filled with happiness and gratitude, we will have done our job. Best of all you will begin to want and need the feel and taste of a male organ. Soon that desire will become almost uncontrollable because your original sexual emotions will have been totally replaced. So that you may properly earn additional money to support your new clothes habits and personal needs, I have arranged for a very special escort service to offer your services to that selected group of very dominant men who love to have an expensive and stunning looking but orally satisfying she-male complete their evenings entertainment. As such you will be busy all day and then for many evenings you will be learning about fulfilling all the many demands that men place on women. I am sure that you will develop many talented capabilities centering around your mouth and ultimately your new "Pussy." In all of these cases, however, you will be in great physical danger if you do not do exactly as your "Companion" wishes no matter how repulsive and disgusting it may seem. I will think of you often over the coming months and I will be pleased at how helpful I have been to you and Paula. Your loving sister, Kay The panic set in as Charles realized he was trapped. Fear flooded his mind and he began to shake. As he put down the letter he began to feel nauseous again and passed out little realizing that his wife had been feeding him special medicine all week. EPISODE 2: THE CHANGE BEGINS Charles felt himself being shaken at the shoulder and Paula's voice saying, "Charlotte... Charlotte... wake up, its morning and you'll be late for your appointments. You're lucky you don't have to start work till Wednesday. You have so much to do today and tomorrow and your first appointment is at Noon. It's already 8:30 a.m. Now be a good girl and get up and shower." I found myself waking up and feeling as if my whole face had been bruised. When I raised my hands to my face, I almost poked my eyes out because of the long nails at the end of my fingertips. I realized that despite it's soreness my face was baby smooth. "What day is it?" I asked. Paula replied, "Why it's Monday morning. You've been asleep since Friday evening recovering from your abdominal distress." "What happened to me? How did I get these nails? Why is my face so sore yet so smooth - I don't remember shaving? This mark on my arm looks like I have had a needle inserted - what happened?" Paula began by saying, "First of all do you remember your sister Kay's letter? Well while you were unconscious on Saturday and Sunday, we have been very busy." The shock of my sister's letter hit me. I remembered it all and my stomach began to churn. Paula continued, "For the past two days and nights you have been under some intense treatment. Your face has been treated by electrolysis and then packed in ice. By tomorrow there will be no swelling or different feeling. "The mark on your arm was made by a slow IV drip of concentrated female hormones for about 8 hours Saturday night. They will have a very dramatic starter effect. You were given a quick permanent but that will all be changed today. As for the nails, well they were added on Sunday and painted as you can see. However, that was also only temporary as was your pedicure. "A careful examination of your own body when you enter the shower will also reveal that you were treated with electrolysis elsewhere as well. However, you will be required to shave and maintain your own legs and underarms. In a short time we will switch you to an Epilady for your legs." My hands began to explore ever so quickly. Yes, my hair was very curly and the area around my pubis seemed unnaturally smooth. I tried to get up out of bed and realized that I was in a short nightie instead of my pajamas which I normally wore. On the floor were a pair of frilly slippers and a peignoir lay across the foot of the bed. The room I was in looked strange. I didn't remember a girl's room in our house. There were only frilly pretty decorations and furniture items in the room. I realized that this must have been my at home office but none of my things were there. I could see an open walk-in closet where all my business records had been but there were only clothes in there and they weren't men's clothes either. Paula helped me out of bed and that's when I saw my sister Kay. She was dressed quite severely in black leather and had a riding crop in her hands. Paula led me to the bathroom and helped me strip and enter the shower. She said, "You'll find soap, and a pretty pink razor in the shower. When you come out I want every trace of hair off your legs and underarms or I'll have your sister punish you. Do you understand me?" she concluded. I said I did and with tears in my eyes began to strip the hair off my legs and underarms. When I finally finished and had washed my hair as she told me to do, I was allowed to leave the shower. I felt so bare and denuded standing there naked as a jaybird. As I looked in the mirror I saw that my pubic hair had been trimmed till there was only a little triangle left. As my hands moved to explore the area and its bareness, I almost gasped as I saw the picture of my scarlet nails next to my flaccid sex. It looked so sexy and evil that I started to get excited. I looked down and began to play with myself ignoring the mirror. With a loud swish, Kay's riding crop struck my hand as it clasped my member. I screamed in pain and everything collapsed. "If I ever catch you doing that again, you'll regret ever thinking of it again. Do you understand me?" she said as the tears streamed down my face. I blurted out a tearful sobbing "Yes oh yes I promise I won't do that again." I heard myself saying it as the tears poured out driven by the searing pain. When I had stopped crying, Paula came into the bathroom and said, "Now let's brush out your hair a little." It had begun to dry and they wanted it to be fluffed out which is exactly how it ended up - full and curly and quite expanded in volume. "We are going shopping today and you have a beauty shop appointment at noon. Till then we will be getting you ready for your very first outside trip. You'll never be this unpretty again. From here on in each hour will be an improvement over the day before," she added. Then they did my makeup very lightly saying that a full job would be done at the salon. My eyebrows were already shaped in a very feminine arch. "The electrologist took care of that for you. Isn't nice those ugly manlike brows will never be back," Paula said. I wanted to cry but there wasn't even time for that. A light daytime base and blush were applied and then lipstick to go with the color on my nails. Other than that not much was done. I was given a padded bra which I was told to fasten around my chest. It was so difficult with those very long nails. They showed me how to hook it with the back turned to the front and then to pull it around and slip into the straps. Of course in my cross-dressing excursions I had done this but now it seemed different. They led me into the bedroom and proceeded to lace me into a corselets. As they struggled to close the ends by tightening the laces I began to have trouble breathing. "She will have to get used to the Lacing Bar today. Let's take her into the garage and do this properly," my sister Kay said. With that they led me out to the garage and then hooked my wrists into the straps on the ends of the bar that hung from the ceiling. They loosened the laces on the corselets and hoisted me into the air so that my feet were not touching the ground. I could feel the effect as they had far less difficulty lacing the corselets till they were satisfied. "After all she is only going to be in a summer skirt and blouse for today. There is really no need to lace for the evening yet," Paula said. Then they brought out the nylon cord I had read about in that terrible letter from my sister Kay. It was doubled and at one end made into a loop. That loop was then fastened around the end of my member. With little ceremony, they pulled it painfully between my thighs completely up out of sight. I could tell that they then tied each separate end to the back of the corselets after pulling it up the crack of my fanny. I mean I was smooth just like a woman in front. With that out of the way they let me down and released my hands from the bar. The pressure on my body became instantly evident as all the weight that had been suspended, shifted to try and press downward. It was restrained by the tight corselets. My breathing pattern changed and I could only take short wispy breaths. Then I was given a very, very small or shrunken panty girdle and told to put it on. I realized it was full sized garment but very elastic and restrictive. As I tried to put it on, I realized it had no fanny in it. I had seen one of these in a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog once. "This will further flatten your tummy but it will also make your fanny very mobile as you walk. It should draw all kinds of male and female attention Charlotte," Paula said smiling wickedly. "No stockings for you today my pretty little hussy. You're headed to the beauty shop for a complete treatment including a professional pedicure which will also serve as part of your training for your new job. You'll wear these skyscraper Candie clogs, barefoot with your pretty painted toes for all to see. "By the way, several of your ex partner's wives also patronize the shops we are going to today. Who knows perhaps you'll see someone you know or better yet someone who knows you. Of course if you are made up properly and behave in a completely feminine way, you'll be safer. In either case neither your sister Kay nor I care how embarrassed or humiliated you are - you've earned it," Paula said bitterly. With that they dragged me back into the bedroom and sat me down in front of the mirror. My face was made up in what I thought was a bit "tarty" of a look and I was given a blouse and skirt to put on. The blouse was white and had a V neck and the skirt was denim, very snug over my fanny and hips and then just below the knees where it was the snuggest it had a pretty full flare to it. I could tell that I wouldn't be able to take long steps but there would be quite a wiggle to my walk. I asked for a slip but was told, "We want you to feel the full effect of the wind playing across your bare legs." Then to make matters worse large clunky silver jewelry with incredibly heavy drop earrings. They hurt and I said so as they were fastened tightly to my ear lobes. I was unceremoniously laid over my sister's knees, my skirt pulled up and my bare fanny tanned with her riding crop. She really had to work to get my skirt up because it was so tight and form fitting at the fanny. That made her more angry than before. The crop strokes stung really bad and I found myself kicking my feet trying to stop the pain. "Oh look," Kay said, "She does that so well. I can see we are going to enjoy this and so will Ms. Demanda at the Salon. If you mess your eyes we will only do them more dramatically and you'll look more like a trashy girl." I fought back the tears and stopped complaining. My bottom was so warm I could scarcely stand it. I was allowed up and as the last item they gave me a wide very tight white elastic and leather waist band. It was almost 4 inches wide and when I put it on, my waist looked like half its size. The feel of the denim on my poor sore but bare bottom was electric. As I looked down, the sight of my scarlet toenails in those bare strap skyscraper Candie heels was very stimulating, but when I tried to walk, the movement of my inner thighs near my groin across the head of my penis had me almost electric. How could I be that way every day I wondered. The mere act of walking would stimulate me each time my leg moved. Paula saw the look on my face as I tried to walk in those heels with my male organ trapped deep in my crotch between my legs. She had a wicked smile on her face again and I could tell she and Kay were really enjoying my dilemma. "Oh are you having a problem Charlotte dear?" she asked. "Are those heels uncomfortable or do you need some higher ones?" she continued mischievously. Kay chimed in saying, "Are you having some other kind of difficulty Charlotte dear? You seem to move your hips as if to keep your inner thighs from touching and it makes your fanny really move dramatically. Walk for us back and forth so we can watch," she added and then slapped her riding crop against her boot. I did as I was told and discovered that within minutes I was so stimulated that I was shaking. "We'll have a great time today. We're headed for the Mall before the Salon and then when you're all done at the Salon, back to shopping. I bet we cover five miles walking today," Paula added. Oh god I thought, I'll never make it. They wouldn't do this to me I thought and then realized that Paula's bitterness about my actions must be far deeper than I thought. If I could only go back and change my actions. All the while they had been dressing as well. Paula came out in slacks, a crisp blouse, cute little skimmer flats and a sweater over her shoulders. "It will be so comfortable wearing flats all day. I just don't know how those girls can shop all day in spike heels," she teased. Already I was feeling the effect of being in heels for only half an hour. "Kay will not be coming with us but will meet us back here later this evening for your first deportment training session," Paula added. What a relief I thought. That woman is a terror and she really loves Paula - she'll do anything for her including destroying her own brother. Paula took me over to the couch, made me sit down and coached me on ladylike sitting and standing. Then she said, "We will be out all day and there will be no let up. If you do not do exactly as I say every time I tell you to do something, I will expose you in public and you will probably go to jail. I am taking my camera along for today and we'll get some lovely shots for your new scrapbook. You will at all times act in a ladylike manner and speak in a soft feminine voice OR ELSE. "You look very pretty and very feminine so act that way. There is no going back. I am sure you will just adore the new life that is facing you when you think about it, however, I don't care if you do or don't. It is cast in stone and so it will be forever." I could feel the tears welling up inside me but controlled them so I wouldn't ruin my makeup. With that little lecture over, she helped me to fill a big white purse to match the heels and told me to go get in the car. I did it not knowing what I was in for or where it would lead. I only knew I was trapped with no way out in a nightmare I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams. My life time punishment for my insensitivity and carelessness had begun and already I was feeling doomed. EPISODE 3: A VISIT TO SAPPHOS BEAUTY SALON I found myself seated in the front seat of the car, a lovely sports model, in racy red. "How nice - it matches the fire in my polish," I found myself saying to Paula. "You never realized a woman does all sorts of such things. When I picked out this car and the color you couldn't have cared less if I remember correctly," she said mockingly. "You'll never again fail to pay attention to colors of that you can be sure my little tart," she added. I felt so embarrassed at her comments and the pouty way she said things. It made me feel cheap and trashy. I hoped she would not continue in that way when we were out in public. We arrived at the biggest Mall in town and as Paula parked the car, I realized I was in public and facing the world this way for the first time. I began to tremble and go weak inside. She reached over and slapped me across the face saying, "Ok girl lets get to it, unless you want to go to jail. Get out NOW and wait for me over there by the store entrance. I want to take some photos for your new life scrapbook." I opened the door of the car and did my best to try and get out in a ladylike manner. It was damn near impossible and she just stood there taking pictures as I tried to get out gracefully. "We'll show these to my sister Kay and see what she thinks about teaching you to do things right," Paula said with a wicked look on her face." I stepped up on the sidewalk next to the entrance and saw my self in the store window. I looked at myself in that blouse and skirt. The blouse was white and had a V neck and the skirt was denim, very snug over my fanny and hips and then just below the knees where it was the snuggest it had a pretty full flare to it. I could tell that I wouldn't be able to take long steps but there would be quite a wiggle to my walk. I had asked for a slip when I was dressing at home, but was told, "We want you to feel the full effect of the wind playing across your bare legs." To make matters worse large clunky silver jewelry with incredibly heavy drop earrings had been added to my costume that day. They hurt as they had affixed them very tightly to my ears and now as I walked they really pulled and tugged at my earlobes which were already quite sore. As I looked down, the sight of my scarlet toenails in those bare strap skyscraper Candie heels was very stimulating, but when I tried to walk, the movement of my inner thighs near my groin across the head of my penis had me almost electric. I had almost forgotten that they had "Bridled" my organ with the thong and pulled it up between my inner legs. Every time my legs moved to walk one or the other inner upper thigh literally "Massaged the head, how could I be that way all during the day I wondered. The mere act of walking would stimulate me each time my legs moved. Paula saw the look on my face as I tried to walk in those heels with my male organ trapped deep in my crotch between my legs. She had a wicked smile on her face again and I could tell she and Kay were really enjoying my dilemma. "Oh are you having a problem walking Charlotte dear?" she asked. "Are those heels uncomfortable or do you need some higher ones?" she continued mischievously. She kept on saying, "Are you having some other kind of difficulty Charlotte dear? You seem to move your hips as if to keep your inner thighs from touching and it makes your fanny really move dramatically. We'll have to be careful as the men in this mall will really be attentive to that incredible walk you have developed so quickly. All this went on as we walked toward the inner mall. I was in agony from excitement. First of all the being out dressed this way was so stimulating and the stimulation between my legs doubled the effect. It wasn't easy to walk in those heels and yet they were only 4 1/2 inch clogs as I late found out. We had a Noon appointment I was told so we only had time to go to The Wild Pair shoe store. We soon arrived there after about a fifteen minute walk. At least the skirt allowed me to move my lower legs in some normal fashion of a stride. It was going to be easy I thought. This "Heels" thing was duck soup I said to myself. We entered the store to find a good looking young man waiting on people. Paula told me to sit down in a chair and I did. She wandered over to the sample shoes and picked out at least a dozen pair of the wildest heels I had ever seen. He came over to help us and she said, "Charlotte here needs a complete new shoe wardrobe, however, she has trouble with her voice and I have to help her pick out what she needs for work and play. She really doesn't care for comfort as much as dramatic appearance and a great ankle and leg line. Isn't that correct dear," she concluded as she turned to me. I realized I had to nod my head and did so with quite a wide eyed frightened look on my painted face. The young man said, "Well you certainly have picked out the wildest we have. Based on her size I may have some in back that are even higher heels if she can handle them. I must tell you however, that they really force a dramatic look to the derriere because of the muscle control that is required to balance in them," he added. "Wonderful," Paula said. "Lets get on with it because we have a great deal to do. Giver her a pair of panty hose to put on and lets see what you have. "Now Charlotte, step in back and slip these panty hose on over your girdle then come back out and let's begin," she said as she handed me the package of panty hose from the salesman. I was mortified, but scared so I did as I was told and stepped back in the stockroom to get into the pantyhose. It was a bitch trying to pull them on without breaking a nail and with that tight skirt. Finally I was ready and went back out. "Let's start with the skyscraper red patents - the ones there with the little padlock on them," she said to the salesman. "Oh Charlotte honey, they are adorable. You're going to be just too sexy for words. I was horrified and yet entranced by their appearance. They were red patent leather and have the highest heels I have ever seen. They must be at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. Paula started in again with that wicked mischievous tone of innocence in her voice. "I can just see you in them now, forced to mince about the salon so carefully to keep from falling. That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control just to even walk. However the conditioning that will cause as a result of your being in such gorgeous and sexy heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines." The salesman was instructed to put them on me and when he had them buckled on I was told to stand up. I almost keeled over on my face. I mean I barely could stand let alone walk. I was told to walk to the mirror. It was terrible. I had to take the tiniest of mincing little steps just as she had predicted. I mean my poor fanny muscles worked overtime and my thigh muscles were in knots after ten minutes. "Just stand there and let me look at you a while," Paula said. "Now turn to the left. No when you pause turn your forward foot outward as a pose. They'll want you to do that in the shop because you will be on 'display' just like 'merchandise' as I am sure you know and for that matter want." I was ready to collapse but all Paula did was give me orders. Turn, pause, stop, step back, she carried on. She asked the salesman for those shoes in every color and had white, red, black, gold and violet patent all in "My size." At $60 a pair I was aghast, but then I remembered, it was all my money I no longer owned. Then he produced the next thing Paula had chosen. It was a very pointy toe pump with a gold spike heel. The heel was metal and tapered to a pint about the size a building nail. When my foot was forced into those, the narrow toe was agony. Once again the same routine of walk, pose etc was repeated, this went on an on through almost twenty styles and we ended up with some 35 pair of the most incredible heels I had ever seen. None of them had decent respectable heel heights. They were all impossible for work but I had NO CHOICE AT ALL. Paula paid the bill, over $1200, without batting an eye. "Why don't you wear the red heels to the shop at least for practice," she said wickedly. "I can hardly walk in them I tried to whisper, but her look was pure poison so I sat down and let the salesman put them back on me. He told Paula, "I'd be happy to carry these out for you. I have a cart here that will do the job." Paula agreed and we left the shop. I was in agony and Paula loved every minute of it. Those 6 inch heels were so tall that I had to take very mincing steps of maybe 6-8 inches but no more than 10. She headed right for the car while I struggled after her. I could tell my hips moved so dramatically as a result and the effect on my poor "Bridled" member was murderous. Once at the car, I fell mercifully into the seat. Those high heels however made my whole body change position forcing the instep even further forward as I sat. Paula demanded I keep my feet flat on the floor exaggerating the effect on my poor calves. We arrived at SAPPHO'S BEAUTY SALON just at noon as scheduled. I was told to get out and go on in while Paula parked the car. Panic started to set in when she said, "Remember, I already have enough on you to ruin you forever so do as you are told." I did, struggling still in those heels. Once inside I was approached by the severest but most dramatic looking woman. Her makeup was flawless and her black hair was in a huge full pony tail. "Good morning Charlotte, I am Mistress DeManda. Today you are my customer but starting Wednesday you'll be my new apprentice. Let me look at you dear... Yes I think you'll work out quite well. Oh I see you are in those darling heels Paula told me about. I am so happy you feel compelled to wear such exaggerated heights because our customers will adore the effect and it will be so complimentary to the pedicurist couture we require." I was speechless as she took my hand and led me through the shop to the back room. I noticed that all the customers seemed to wear the same type of garment. Once inside she told me to "Strip." I was getting the full makeover treatment today and clothes were unnecessary except for my shoes. She produced a pair of very high Candie wedges that would leave the whole lower foot area around the toes completely bare. "We'll be giving you a complete pedicure today just as you'll be ding for the next few years to all our customers. I want you to pay a great deal of attention as it's done," she said. With that I was made to strip off everything except my cincher and "Bridle." "Lay up on this examining table," she said. I looked at the table she pointed to and realized it was similar to a physicians table with stirrups. "Yes dear it is just what it looks like. Some of our lady customers prefer different types of massages and we try to please them. I want to prepare you so that today is a day you'll remember for the rest of your life. Now DO AS I SAY, THIS MINUTE," she ordered. I obeyed and once on the table her assistant entered and held down my hands as they were strapped to the table sides. "Good, now put her heels in the stirrups." I was totally exposed to their view and so humiliated and embarrassed. Next they brought out the machine I was to learn was similar to what Paula had told me of. Small cups were attached to my breast areas, with a little clamp on each nipple underneath. Then my "Bridled" male organ was temporarily freed while a metal sheath like device was placed over it. It was then pulled back between my legs and next a shiny metal plug with a wire out its end was produced. They took some KY jelly, applied it and inserted it into my rectum quite forcibly. I opened my mouth to protest and a large cock-shaped dildo was forced in as I tried to speak. Each arm was separately removed from the tie-down and bit by bit I was dressed in a silk-robe type affair which concealed everything. I was allowed to sit up and Ms DeManda spoke to me. "You have two choices Charlotte. If you agree to be quiet and not protest, we will remove the gag and you may appear to everyone outside this room without it. You'll look normal as your beauty work is done over the next four hours. If you do not agree or go back on your word, you'll be gagged by this or other worse items and be further embarrassed. Which will it be - suffer in silence or in embarrassment as well?" Well after all, I had no other choice so I nodded a tearful agreement. With that I was handed the high wedge heels and once on, I was led from the room to the hair salon. I was seated in a chair and without a moments warning everything in and on my body began to tingle and vibrate. Just then Ms. DeManda came up and said, "Your program today should take about four hours or so. We have you schedule for a tint and tipping, Perm, restyling, manicure, complete pedicure and facial. After the facial we'll do a complete makeover on your makeup. You should be on your way to the party by 6 p.m. or so." That terrible instrument inside me buzzed at varying rates on and off incessantly and my poor male organ was being "Milked" incessantly I could feel drops of male fluid oozing out of me moment by moment. My poor little tits were already so stimulated. How could I last for the next six hours I wondered. I began to shake as an orgasm pulsed through me but I really didn't enjoy it. I felt like a woman must when she has to perform for an inconsiderate man. Was this just the beginning? As I lay back for the wash and the next steps my mind was all a buzz. So much had already happened that day and there was the night to face next... if I lasted through the day. EPISODE 4: A BEAUTIFUL WORK OF ART My waist felt tortured by the tightness of the corset I wore and my poor nipples were so sore from the short period of electrical stimulation. The cups over my 'breasts' seemed to rotate and massage them incessantly. The little erection the milking unit allowed was ending as I felt more male fluid dribbling from me. There was a small vacuum jar on the shelf in front of me, with the clear hose running to it. Gradually it began to fill with what I realized was my cum. How disgusting I thought. Little did I realize what they were planning for that stuff. I was tilted back and my hair shampooed and a rinse applied. Then, talking all the while to me, the attendant bleached my hair into a shimmering blonde color. She said, "We'll add the streaks and highlights later dear. "I'm sure you'll love this blonde color. I guess you like the tarty look from what Ms. DeManda told me and this color will do it. The girls who work in the topless bars and the hookers all have the same color. In your case the streaks that we'll apply later will make it a very sexy look." I wanted to cry when she said that. Then, another gal came in and started trimming and shaping it. Next a setting solution to ease the permed look was applied and I was put in rollers. The smell was terrible. They led me to another room where, I was placed under a drier hood. While there, a manicurist and pedicurist, came in to work on me. They redid my nails adding some more length to the tips. The pedicurist, started by stripping all my polish off. Then she took a special tool to the calluses and rough spots. Next she worked over each toes cuticles shaping and trimming, working oil into them and softening the foot. Next a massage with coarse salt to further take off dry skin. Then a hot oil massage of each foot. It took her quite a while to do each foot. Then ridge filler was applied to each toenail, allowed to dry and a second coat applied. Next she carefully applied three coats of polish allowing 30 minutes between each to set up. Her work never seemed to end on my feet. Next came two separate coats of acrylic overcoat. I realized she had been at my feet for over two hours, working most of the time bent over, almost hunched over. I began to think about how that would feel, tightly corseted as well. "We are getting a new apprentice pedicurist, later this week," she said. "I'll be so glad to have her to help me. I am exhausted when I go home each night. These women have so many special demands they make of me too. I sometimes think they expect me to do more than their feet. I'm sure glad you aren't making those kind of demands on me. The new girl is going to take care of those special demands however," she added. I was aghast as I knew who that new girl would be. I wanted to protest but the better side of me made me be quiet. When my hair was dry, the attendant came in and took me out from under the drier. All the while the "Unit" had been working on milking me, massaging my breasts and exciting my "Pussy." I was a nervous wreck. My feet looked so pretty that I was in fact pleased. I slipped my feet back into the Candie wedgies and followed the attendant who led me to the main part of the salon. There the rollers were removed, and a stylist combed out my hair. I was shocked at how pretty and sexy the style looked There facing me was a woman with a very, very sexy attractive and feminine hairstyle. Then I was moved on to the makeup booth. My face was stripped clean of makeup and I was given an hour-long facial. Exfoliation, peel, scrub, moisturizing, foundation, and makeup were each done in turn. "Since you are going to a big party tonight, I've been told to make your makeup really hot looking - smoldering was what they told me," said the makeup lady. "Apparently there will some prospective clients there for you to meet," she added. Party tonight? I hadn't recalled that but then I remembered the comment when I entered the salon earlier. What new torture and humiliation were Paula and Kay planning?? Oh well I thought to myself I have no choice but to endure. Smoldering was right - the eye makeup was deep and dark accent highlights were everywhere. My eyes looked like deep dark pools of mystery. By now I had been there for more than four hours. In the mirror, I saw a woman's face so gorgeous I couldn't believe it. Ms. Demanda came by and commented, "Yes, oh yes... I like the look and so will the men tonight. You'll have such fun tonight Charlotte. I am afraid however, the men will really hit on you because that look say "Catch Me Come Fuck Me" in spades," she cooed. "Oh Charlotte honey, you are adorable. With the clothes that Paula and Kay have planned for you tonight you're going to be just too sexy for words," she continued. I was horrified and terribly apprehensive. "Come with me and we'll remove your "unit." I am sure you have really been drained and stimulated beyond belief as well," she said. With that we went back into the 'examining room'. I was made to get up on the table again and everything was removed from me. Because I was so stimulated from the plug in my "Pussy" I almost lacked muscle control. They took a large Super Plus Tampon and lubricated it with Premarin cream and inserted it well up into me. "There that will help if you develop some drainage from today's treatment," she said. "Here is a small package for Paula, be sure she gets it," she continued. The package was some kind of vial in an envelope. "Well now you have an idea of how our salon works. I'll expect you here, properly uniformed day after next for your new position. Make sure your "uniform" is exactly as it should be and don't bring any lunch or snacks with you. We work from 9 a.m. till 6 p.m. every day. Now put your clothes back on and we'll have you ready for Paula. There is one more stop she wants to make with you then you'll be going home to get ready for your evening out," she concluded. I got up to get dressed and found my clothes. Soon I was once again in the denim skirt, blouse, heels and jewelry ready to go. "Go stand out by the corner and wait for Paula. Your bill for today will be deducted from you earnings and beware of strange men," she said. I gathered everything up and left. Out front, I saw the corner she referred to and headed there to wait. All of a sudden I realized I must look like a pickup on a corner waiting for someone to proposition me. Several cars with really good looking older men stopped and tried to pick me up as I stood there. Well thank god I didn't have to wait long. Paula showed up and told me to get in the car. "We are making a quick stop and then going home to dress," she said. She pulled up at a small shopping center and went into a store specializing in earrings. "Hello Gail, thanks for staying open for us. I want Charlotte's ears triple pierced please. Make the lower a set of large gold studs with the attachment loops on them. Make the other two CZ studs in graduated sizes," she said to the proprietor. "My she is a pretty girl," said Gail. "You realize that these will have to be treated daily morning and night with alcohol and kept in for up to six weeks. However, with her looks, and that makeup, we probably should go for really dramatic long drop earring on the bottom to keep that hot look despite the effect it will have on men who see her." Paula responded, "Oh she loves those trashy long dangly earrings and she can't ever get enough of men so it will be ok. Well Charlotte, aren't I right about what you like and your desires about men?" I wanted to rebel and say no, but I was so frightened. They took my wrists and both led me to a chair forcing me to sit in it. Then my hands were tied to the arms of the chair. Next they pierced each ear as Paula ordered and when they were done. I was taken over to a case where Paula picked out the wildest and largest earring I had ever seen. While Gail was doing all this, Paula was taking pictures. "These can be modified now so that they'll fit on the loops on the bottom studs and later converted to regular pierced earring style," Gail said. Paula told her to do that and then put one pair on me. They literally touched my shoulder when my head was a little tilted toward either side. This pair had little bells that tinkled whenever my head moved. Wonderful I thought, just what I need more attention calling mechanisms. With that we paid for everything, almost $200 worth and left. "Want to stop in a bar for a drink, Charlotte dear, I'm sure we can find someone to talk to," she said as we headed for the car. I protested that sine we were "Going out tonight I needed time to prepare," to which Paula responded. "How nice that you recognize that need to be perfect. There may be hope for you after all. Your sister has been shopping for your outfit for tonight and was really excited on the phone when I talked to her. She really can be very creative when she wants to be," Paula concluded. I was in a small panic with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Kay could be such a bitch and her idea of glamour was often just short of out and out blatant bitchy slut. When we arrived home, Kay was there and she came out with her riding crop hanging from her wrist as she filmed our arrival with her video camera. Inside the house I found a mound of packages all with my name on them I dreaded what I sensed lay ahead. EPISODE 5: PREPARING THE LURE "My feet hurt and I'm tired," I complained. Paula turned toward me with a wicked smile on her face and said, "Well my dear, I think I can solve both problems for you. What you need is some muscle relaxation and to be off your feet for an hour or so." I responded, "Oh thanks for understanding how I feel." She told me to kick off my shoes and strip. Kay stood there filming with that damn videocam of hers as I peeled off the clothes. Once I was down to panties, bra, and corset, she took my hand and proceeded to lead me to the garage. All of a sudden, I realized that the rest would come at the expense of my waistline. I was unable to fight off her strength as she fastened my wrists into the straps on the ends of the lacing bar. Soon I was pulled up in the air and "Off my feet." "There that should give those poor feet a rest before the party tonight," Paula said wickedly. "I'll just bet you are full of those nasty male juices again aren't you... I thought so," she said noticing my face. With that out came the milking machine and it was hooked to my member. It began to throb and suck as if I was some sort of milk machine draining me dry till I hurt in side. I hung there for the next hour as Paula brought out a most severe corset and held it up in front of me. It looked so severe and scary. It had wide rigid bones all over it and brutal looking laces. All the while that milking machine kept up its incessant sucking on my poor flaccid member. She removed my brief corselets and then with my sister Kay's help began to lace the new longer corset around my torso. I was right... it was so strong and unbending. I could feel my poor waist being squeezed smaller and smaller. "Let's measure her and see how close we are," Kay said to Paula. They brought out a tape measure and I winced as Kay said, "She needs to go down over an inch more to make 21 inches." Paula responded, "Well she was at 23 inches all day and her regular waist is 28 so I guess we can do it. I can't wait till we get her waist down to 19 inches though." Tears started to form in my eyes as they pulled and tugged. Finally after Kay put her knee in the small of my back, she exclaimed, "There... finally it's closed. Let's measure her now..." As they placed the tape around my waist I heard Paula gasp and say, "Twenty and a half inches... That's perfect." They left me hanging there as they reaffixed black seamed stockings on my legs pausing to make sure the seams were straight. Then they added a tremendous amount of mascara and eye- shadow to my eyes. In the mirror in front of me I could see the deep and trashy black look that they created. Then Paula brought out the new earrings and hooked them to the studs with the rings that had earlier been put in my ears. Next came those incredible red patent heels from earlier in the day. They had the highest heels I have ever seen. They must have been at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. Paula started in again with that wicked mischievous tone of innocence in her voice. "I can just see you in them tonight, forced to mince about the party so carefully to keep from falling. "That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control all night just to even walk the smallest amount of distance. These are also your work heels so I know the conditioning that they will cause as a result of your being in such gorgeous and sexy heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines." The milking unit was disconnected and then Kay picked up the shoes and headed toward me. As she and my wicked sister Kay put them on me and then buckled them on I was told to stand up. They were high enough that they allowed my feet to just touch the floor even suspended as I was. I almost keeled over on my face. I mean I barely could stand and lord only knows what was going to happen when I tried to walk. I remembered how it was in the shoe store earlier in the day, but then I was not so severely corseted. They released my wrists from the lacing bar. I was told to walk to the mirror. It was terrible. I had to take the tiniest of mincing little steps just as she had predicted. I mean my poor fanny muscles worked overtime and my thigh muscles were in knots after just a few minutes. I was instructed to walk back and forth for quite a few minutes and to be as feminine as possible. Kay had her yardstick in her hand and when I hesitated, it came slashing through the air striking my fanny just above the stocking tops where my skin was the most tender. Charlotte moved her bottom back and forth as he stepped unsteadily. She felt like a girl, and to her surprise, enjoyed the feeling. She began imitating a sulky siren walk. "Oh, that's nice," Paula complimented, "But not quite so much. It's going to be a little difficult to get it right. If you don't sway enough, you'll look like a man - but if you sway too much, people will think you're a hooker." She eased up a bit, keenly aware of the garters pulling on her nylons and the bouncing breasts encased in her lace bra. "Now, Charlotte, I've got something that will always remind you that you're wearing a dress," Paula offered, picking up a red crinoline petticoat. It ruffled loudly as she held it for up me. "This will make a nice swishing sound every time you move," she said, shaking the waistband. The many layers of satin, lace, and crinoline rustled and swished as she did so. "That should look just darling on you," Kay remarked, entering the room again with her videocamera. Paula agreed and held the waistband open at my feet so I could step into it. Stiffly, I lifted my feet, and Paula slid the rustling petticoat up my legs and into place. It was extremely short, shorter than it appeared when held up. It barely covered my garters and panties, and I realized that the slightest bending of the waist would put my lacy intimate lingerie on full display for everyone to see! Paula pulled the hem of my camisole down over the petticoat, swishing my skirts loudly as she did so. "And now for the final touch," said Kay opening a finely decorated box. "A nice frilly black and red dress!" She lifted it from the box and held it up for me. Like the petticoat, it was extremely short. It was obvious what the designer (probably my bitchy sister Kay), had intended to do - it was not at all meant to display the charms of the female body, but rather her lingerie. The glistening black fabric it was made of was shiny and translucent. Although Charlotte couldn't see through it, he could see his wife's hand through the skirt as she held it out. The neckline was ringed with a red high lace collar, and two rows of ruffled lace converged at the center of the bustline from the puffed sleeves. The high waist was gathered in a wide band extending from under the bust to the waistline of the skirt. The hem of the dress and the short sleeves were decorated in matching white lace. It was extremely feminine, and reminded Charlotte of a frilly maid's costume. "Well, Charlotte, how do you like it?" Paula said interrupting my thoughts. I looked at the dress again and was immediately aware of the silky, frilly lingerie against my body. The ruffled petticoat tickled my thighs. I felt sexy I had to admit. I wanted to feel the dress caressing my feminized body. "You don't have to answer if you're embarrassed, Charlotte," Paula said. I was relieved. "Just turn around and raise your arms over your head." I felt the skirt flutter down over my head. "Careful of her hair," Kay advised, holding the skirt out away from my head. The two women tugged the dress down over my feminized body, smoothing the skirt out over my petticoats. The ruffled lace and crinoline peeked out from beneath the skirt. Kay zipped it up in back, then the two of them stepped back to admire their handiwork. "You look lovely, Charlotte and so very sexy!" complimented Paula. "How does it feel?" "I really feel like... a girl," I answered. There was excitement in my voice. She chuckled. "I should hope so! You certainly look like a girl!" A few seconds later, she added, "Now walk to the end of the room and back, and then tell me you don't like it." I did so, mincing my steps unsurely because of the terribly high heels. My skirt and several petticoats made an exciting froufrou with each step, and I was keenly aware of the lingerie sliding across my smooth body. my breasts jutted out over my flat stomach. It was terribly exciting! I stopped and looked at Paula, saying nothing. "She can't say anything she is so overjoyed. Let's keep it that way," Kay said. With that she produced a bright red ball gag and forced it into my mouth while Paula held my arms. Then Kay tied it in a double knot behind my head. "I thought as much," she smiled. "My, isn't she the prettiest little thing?" Kay remarked to Paula. I could feel the color rising in my flushed face as I blushed profusely. "Now come and see yourself in the mirror. I am sure you will make the most attractive PARTY MAID anyone could ever rent for an evening! I am also sure you will earn every cent of the money our friends have paid us to use you for the entire evening and that their over 100 guests will keep you very busy as will their male friends." I was trapped, painfully and brutally laced in, painted and exposed but totally unable to protest because of the very effective gag. My wrists were pulled behind me and handcuffs snapped on them. Then I was led to the car and placed in the back seat while Paula and Kay returned to the house to finish dressing for the party. Left alone helpless and looking like a total sex object, I contemplated my evening in total panic. EPISODE 6: PARTY TOY What was it Paula had said as she finished dressing me she thought to herself as she sat there handcuffed and gagged? "I am sure you will make the most attractive PARTY MAID anyone could ever rent for an evening! I am also sure you will earn every cent of the money our friends have paid us to USE you for the entire evening and that their over 100 guests will keep you very busy as will their male friends." Then she thought about the dress she was wearing and how she must look. The neckline was ringed with a red high lace collar, and two rows of ruffled lace converged at the center of the bustline from the puffed sleeves. The high waist was gathered in a wide band extending from under the bust to the waistline of the skirt. The hem of the dress and the short sleeves were decorated in matching white lace. It was extremely feminine, and reminded Charlotte of a frilly maid's costume. It was obvious what the designer (probably my bitchy sister Kay), had intended to do - it was not at all meant to display the charms of the female body, but rather her lingerie. The glistening black fabric the dress was made of, was shiny and translucent. Although I couldn't see through it now, when Paula had held it up in the light I could see her hand through the skirt as she held it out. The entire tops of my gartered stockings showed at almost every moment. As I sat there in the back seat of the car everything was exposed almost to my crotch. I wondered how could any normal man not be tempted let alone some pervert. I began to shake with fear and panic but could say nothing so effective was the bright red gag. Every time I moved my head those big trashy dangly earrings swung pulling strongly at my ear lobes. The pull of the garter straps across the back of my thighs when I was sitting was enormous as they cut lines into the soft flesh of my legs. Even worse those terrible 6 inch heels forced my feet into such an exaggerated position while sitting I was in unbelievable agony. Because I was in the back seat, my toes were quite trapped against the back of the seat bottom which held them to the floor. I would almost welcome standing and that thought made me want to cry. Without realizing what I was in for, I found myself praying for my nightmare to end yet it had not even started. After almost an eternity which was more like half an hour, Paula and Kay came out of the house. They were stunning, each in skin tight black leather outfits. The leather glistened and their bodies were so well defined that they looked almost Amazonian. Both had changed their hair style till they wore identical long black ponytails with the hair pulled sleekly into the ponytail. They were actually in jumpsuits and wore heels that seemed to tower upward with no end. I noticed that my bitchy sister Kay had a cat of nine-tails fastened to her belt and Paula carried a long riding crop. Their earrings were massive and resembled spiked balls at the end of gold chains. I was overwhelmed at the dramatic look of their makeup. It was if they were a couple of Dominant Mistresses out of one of my old sex books. I was both excited and in fear when they arrived and got into the car. Paula began by saying, "I told you that you would be doing additional work to earn your keep. Tonight will be your first evening as a "party toy" at the local swingers club meeting. The only problem is that this "swingers club" has a different idea about how to have fun. The car started up and soon we were on the road. We arrived at a mansion style home about 30 minutes later and were met with an electric gate. Kay spoke into the gatepost and it opened allowing us to drive up to the mansion. At the door we were met by a liveried footman and escorted from the car. Before we went in Kay produced a wide shiny leather belt with rings on each side. She un-handcuffed me and replaced the cuffs with a leather strap around each wrist that had a snap hook on them. Then she hooked each wrist cuff snap to a ring on each side of the belt. I was still trapped but my pretty clawed hands shown properly as if I had my hands held waist high. We rang the door bell and were greeted by a very domineering tall butler. "Please enter Mistress Kay," he said. We entered and I saw a large party area off the foyer. "Master Paul is in the library. He is expecting you and your contribution to tonight's fun," he added. Paula turned to me and said, "You will be paraded through the party area to be inspected by the guests and then assigned to serve cocktails and other things for the evening. I shall be watching you as will your sister Kay. If your performance is not perfect, you will be given to one of these men to do with as he sees fit for the evening. If that happens he will return you to us tomorrow morning to continue your preparation for work on Wednesday. Most of these men and women carry their own punishment instruments, so you may well be tested, teased, or punished as they see fit. I have arranged for your garter tops to show quite well unless you walk absolutely upright and your dress is completely smoothed down. If that happens, you may expect to be spanked on the exposed area until you are corrected and show nothing. The tray you will use to carry your drinks will however, be able to be held without me releasing your hands from where they are now. We'll see you in a couple of hours. Now follow James the butler and after being introduced to Master Paul make the rounds introducing your self properly and be sure and curtsy," Paula concluded. James led me off to Master Paul. It was so difficult to walk on the polished floor. My steps were so short and mincing due to the terribly high heels they made me wear. I lagged behind him painfully. He turned around an glared at me saying, "Hurry up bitch or Master Paul will tan that pretty bottom until it glows." I tried to move faster and in the process slipped and fell. Without my hands to help me I could only struggle there on the polished marble floor. A towering man came out of the nearby room and stood over me. He had three friends with him all of whom were incredibly handsome but mature men. I felt so embarrassed as my pretty crinoline petticoats were hiked up to my waist revealing my bare leg tops, garters, and panties for everyone to see. "She has no modesty. Just look at her hussy display," one man said. "We ought to give her an object lesson right now," the other said. "I agree," said the younger one, "But lets explore her charms a little before we show her off. In any event, that bottom and leg tops need to be warmed to be seen at their best," he added. He snapped his fingers at James and pointed to me and then towards the room they came out of. Unceremoniously James picked me up and placed me over his shoulder. His one hand was forced up between my legs to hold me there on his shoulder. I could say nothing because of the ball gag and was otherwise totally helpless. Once in the room, James went over to where Master Paul was sitting. He was sitting on a straight back chair and I was laid over his lap. I thought I knew what was coming. Holding me down with one hand his other hand began to roam across my pantied bottom and all over my legs paying particular attention to the tender and very receptive area above my stocking tops. Little pinches began and caresses followed by more forceful exploration and manipulation. I began to warm up And soon my blood was pounding in my head. My face felt flushed. He kept this up for what must have been twenty minutes. Periodically he would move his hand in front of my nose. The pungent aroma was maddening and then without warning the edge of my frilly panties was pulled down revealing my bare bottom. More caresses, pinches, exploration and semi penetration began and had me so flushed I was dripping. I sharp slap sent a shattering pain through my hips and another followed. It stopped and was followed by more attention to my bottom and legs. Then he changed instruments and used a paddle. Each sharp stinging slap was followed by an other till I counted ten. I was sobbing but could say nothing. Laid over his lap as I was, I could feel a raging hard on under me. My spike heeled feet kicked rapidly trying to ease the sting in my bottom. His friends gleefully said "Look at that rosy glow on that luscious bottom of hers. Its charming and so erotic." He stopped and said, "I feel the need for relief my pretty toy. If I remove your gag and substitute my cock, do you think you can prevent more punishment?" I hurt so much I nodded yes and so James lifted me off his lap. Then he stood and Master Paul undid his slacks and dropped his shorts. I almost choked when I saw the size of his member. It was massive in diameter and easily nine inches long. James dropped me to my knees in front of him and removed my gag. "Alright bitch," he said, "You know what to do. If I have to force you, you'll be forced all night and simultaneously whipped and paddled." I didn't want that and with that I leaned forward opening my mouth as wide as I could. My head moved slowly forward toward the purple veined swollen phallus. Where was tonight headed I found myself saying as I leaned forward. It was then that I heard the sound of the videocamera being switched on and saw the lights. EPISODE 7: DOWN, DOWN, DOWN They had removed the red ball gag making it possible for me to take Master James' sex organ into my mouth. I wanted to gag as my face neared the massive purple veined monster. There was no way for me to avoid it however hard I tried. They had threatened me with having to do this all night and worse being paddled and spanked while it all went on, with me being forced to do it at their pleasure. I felt I had chosen the better of two evils but then the lights and videocamera went on. Being filmed doing this terrible thing and obviously not looking like I was forced into it, would really imprison me I felt. I wanted to cry wondering where my "New" life would next lead me. There was still the whole evening ahead and Paula's threat to leave me with one or more of these men if I failed to please them. All this raced through my head as I leaned over him. I knew that if I could kiss, it, I could suck it. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and lowered my head but it would not go in. It was too big, and, it was also too dry. Oh how must a woman feel when she was forced to take something like that into her body I wondered silently. I almost cried in frustration. I wanted so desperately to do what they wanted out of fear but, it looked like I was not going to be able to. I realized that if it was lubricated it might be easier to fit it into my mouth. I leaned over and gently began to lick the shaft up and down, nearly spitting all over the head, and that ugly peehole, as I licked the cock. My tongue snaked around the head and glans leaving large amounts of saliva. I could tell the bastard was enjoying it as they egged me on. Then, it was there right at my open mouth and I found myself taking all of his cock into my mouth. I felt like I was going to gag because it was so massive and also so slick from my licking. As my teeth barely touched him he shuddered. "That's it bitch, lick it and suck it. Make me believe you can't get enough of it," he said as a strap whistled through the air striking my fanny bottom. I tried to pull back but my head was forced further over his member. "Do it or get some more of the lash," they said. I began to suck and lick and massage him. He was so massive and filled all of my mouth I almost couldn't breathe. It began to pulse and seemed to expand even further. He began to move from side to side and I moved with him. Those damned lights kept shining my way and I knew it was all on tape. His hips tensed and I knew what was coming. He gushed into me filling my mouth as it spilled down my throat. His member was so large it literally plugged me up and didn't let any slip away. After a minute, my head was pulled back from him and held back so nothing could run out of my mouth which was by then, full. The taste was salty and gooey. I must have made a wild picture as that slash of carmine lipstick glared through the cum all over my lips. Then he stood up and milked his cock of more draining it into my open mouth. I felt so embarrassed and degraded. How could they use someone like that? Is this what women are made to do? "She really likes it. Look how she is swallowing everything and not missing a drop. I'll bet she just can't get enough - what do you think," Master James said to his friend. I began to sob uncontrollably and felt sick to my stomach. Just then Paula came into the room and the camera lights went off. "Your new toy is quite receptive to us," said Master James. No I am not I wanted to scream but I held my tongue. "Well," said Paula, "She has a long way to go with her training and she is just beginning as I am sure you can tell. We expect that she will be completely useful and able to earn her own way as a paid evening companion within a month or so. She also starts work on Wednesday at Sappho's Salon as an apprentice pedicurist." "You know," said Master James with a wicked smile, "We ought to make her someone's companion for the evening. It would certainly be a way to add to her education." Paula responded, "Why not tomorrow night, she is quite appropriately dressed tonight to be of general cocktail service or even French Maid service as an alternative which is what I had planned for her. She so much needs to learn to be immediately responsive to any request or order no matter what," Paula concluded. "I see what you mean," said Master James, "I will make mention of her obligations tonight and your desires to my guests. I am certain that she will be presented with sufficient opportunities to be responsive. I trust you will want to be advised if she fails to 'perform' when required." Paula answered, "Actually I'll be watching, but lets add an INSTRUMENT BELT so that your guests can apply their own punishments if she simply doesn't meet their expectations or whims at the moment." "Excellent," said Master James, "I have just what we need here." With that he reached in a drawer and brought out a 3 inch wide leather belt. It had hooks on it and then he brought out a selection of leather paddles, crops, a short cane and mini cat-o-nine-tails. First they unhooked my wrists from the belt already around my waist and removed it. The new belt was then fastened around my waist and buckled even more tightly than my already tightly corseted waist. This belt also had the rings on each side so that they could hook my wrists to it. Like the other belt, it allowed my hands to hold a tray at my waist. With that Paula took my hand and led me into the party area. As we passed the bathroom, she made me go inside where she fixed my smeared makeup. I looked so bad and the effect of what Master James made me do, had my makeup looking even trashier. Paula fixed me, but to tell the truth I thought I still looked like trash when she was finished. I realized that if I was asked to do anything that required my hands being more than stationery, I would be unable to meet their demands. All of a sudden I realized that I was trapped and that I was destined to spend the evening as the object of some terrible and humiliating abuse. Then before I could say anything Kay grabbed my arms. As she held them, Paula forced the red ball gag in my mouth and tied the leather thong tightly behind my head. Immobilized, I was given a tray of drinks with instructions to wander through the party and to "Serve" people as they wanted "Being sure to be polite and respectful and making sure that I addressed everyone I served." Paula then hung a small sign on the front of my dress over the tray. It said: IF YOU WISH TO USE MY MOUTH PLEASE REMOVE THE GAG REPLACE IT WHEN THROUGH IF I AM NAUGHTY - PUNISH ME THANK YOU - CHARLOTTE "Well, my little TOY you are properly prepared. If you don't learn your lessons well in the coming weeks, tonight will be a reminder of how you will earn your keep instead of how I have your future planned. If you do learn your lessons over the coming weeks and if you do well in your training at the salon, your future is assured, but never as it was and always as others wish it to be," Paula concluded. With that I was sent into the crowded party. Hands were everywhere and they had no mercy as they roamed, pinched, kneaded and probed. I was never able to respond to their questions and thus I was repeatedly punished most of which was quite abusive or degrading. By the time the evening was over every bare inch of me was red and sore. My poor legs ached and the calves seemed like they were permanently cramped from those brutally high heels. The balls of my pretty feet ached. I swear that many of the hands had long merciless nails. Had these women no decency when it came to another "Woman's person." Worse yet, Paula kept announcing to everyone that I worked at Sappho's Beauty Salon and was available for special services during the day. As the party moved on the aroma of pot filled the air and I began to get a little giddy. Someone took the tray out of my hand and the next thing I knew I was on my knees in front of a gorgeous woman. Hands held me as they untied my gag and removed it. Without so much as a word my face was forced into her musky pussy and I was told to lick till she came. It seemed like forever and still she wanted more. Then her friend next to her demanded the same thing. While this was going on someone behind me pulled my panties down and began to fondle my ass cheeks. Their insulting fingers explored everywhere. I couldn't do anything with my hands hooked as they were to my belt. The first woman slipped off the couch onto the floor. She held my head forcefully into her bush which was so slushy. In the meantime my fanny was lifted in the air and I felt a small object plunged into me. It began to vibrate and pulse driving me crazy. The musky smell filled every part of my mouth when suddenly the thing in my bottom gushed into me. Then it was removed and I felt what must have been a huge plug inserted in its place. Hours had passed since the party started. I was a shuddering wreck having been used in every way I could have imagined. I tasted all sorts of things in my mouth. That terrible huge plug in my bottom was so uncomfortable as well. When they took me into the bathroom, I saw a terribly sleazy looking tramp in the mirror. There was no question that I would remember this evening. No matter what they planned for me from now on, I would willingly do it rather than go through this again. I felt degraded, used, and abused. I realized that my life was not my own to live anymore and that I truly was the property of Paula and my sister Kay. I must have passed out at that point because I can't remember anything else. When I awoke the next day, Tuesday, I faced another day of training for work on Wednesday. I felt horrible, tasted terrible and dreaded the idea of facing myself in the mirror. My poor bottom was so sore and I felt stretched. The worst part of the whole experience was realizing how frequently this might be my future. Paula came in with a syringe and injected me with its contents. After telling me she was "Boosting my female hormone level," she directed me to the bathroom and began my training for the day. EPISODE 8: PREPARING FOR HER FIRST DATE The light burst into the room as Paula opened the curtains. Then while I was still trying to clear my eyes the television went on. Paula had inserted a tape and was playing it. As my eyes focused and I was able to get over the discomfort of the plug in my behind, I saw myself on television. I wanted to vomit I was so upset. Every conceivable debauched thing they made me do was recorded on videotape. From each disgusting scene, it could be seen that I would do anything. I didn't remember it but apparently I had willingly done whatever I was told to do and worse, I seemed to be openly participating. "Yes my dear Charlotte," Paula said, "You really do seem to enjoy eating pussy and sucking cock. Actually I've already had several calls this morning asking for your availability as an evening companion." Several women have also called to check on when you start at the Salon. They apparently are regular customers there and want to be sure and have you take care of them." "Tell me I didn't really do all those disgusting revolting things I saw on that tape... please, please say it didn't happen," I pleaded with tears forming in my eyes. Paula simply looked at me and said, "Why Charlotte dear thing, you not only did them, you enjoyed them. Do you want to see the part of the tape where you begged for more? Kay and I had to restrain you near the end of the evening... you were insatiable. I don't really know what came over you after that second drink." "Oh no... no... no!" I sobbed. How could I have been so wanton and disgusting. This huge thing in my bottom. What is it and why is it there?" I asked tearfully. "Well it seems that you propositioned one of the bigger men last night and then were unable to accept his member as you offered to. Your sister and I don't ever want you to be in that circumstance again. For that matter when you begin dating for a fee, that could be fatal, so we have decided to add to your training sooner than we planned." "On a regular basis you will wear a variety of such appliances to develop a more pliable "pussy." We want you to have as much "flexibility" of acceptance as we women do so that you are neither injured when earning your keep nor embarrassed." I gasped, "What do you mean by that. What will these companion evenings involve?" I said. Paula began, "As I told you last week, you are starting a new life. Its far more than just wearing a woman's clothes. You will become one in every way... doing, living, feeling and suffering as we do. However, for many years I have enjoyed the company of some very special and very affluent but unfortunately quite demanding and often debauched women. They particularly enjoy totally sissified boy girls. They are quite able to pay for anything they want and as a part of it all they enjoy the total humiliation of men. I too enjoy that, but have not had the money to indulge myself. Your money and your insensitivity are the answer to that need. They came together at the right time. Everything I told you would happen will, and tomorrow you start at the Salon. However, your training must include teaching you to serve our group's desires and also to serve men. There are many men who enjoy she-males. A she-male is a completely converted man who has the "Plumbing" of a man yet can pass totally in public as a sexy alluring totally devoted sex partner and social companion. You will learn to do ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING to and for these men and they in turn will use you as their own sex object. All of the methods of the world's greatest and most skillful prostitutes and submissives will be taught to you. Your body will be completely reshaped and conditioned to serve all of the needs of these men. They in turn will pay quite well for your services and I will receive that money to support our home and my own needs. From now on, you have no other purpose in life than to serve the furtherance of woman's beauty or to entertain those certain kind of men." She had told me this before, but never in such final detail. Then without giving me time to reflect, I was dragged from the bed to the bathroom. "You have a visit to the doctor this afternoon and then we are meeting a prospective escort for cocktails at 6:30. There is much to be done." She made me remove that horrible butt plug first, then I was given a long cleansing enema..."To properly clean my pussy..." she said. I was handed a glass of grapefruit juice for "Breakfast. Then I was forced into the shower after having a shower cap pulled over my head. It seemed as if the water was trying to wash away my agony, but it didn't. At last my skin glistened and I stepped out. "Brush your teeth," Paula said, "mustn't let bad things collect in our love machine." Next I was instructed to apply scented lotion all over as before. Strangely my nipples seemed a little sensitive. I didn't realize how massive the hormone doses had been or how potent they were. At least they had let me sleep till almost noon. Now then it will be up to the dressing room where I'm afraid once again your wrists will have to be lashed to the lacing bar. As I told you before, this is of course to restrict your movement while you're being prepared for work each day. Once again, you'll be drawn up on your tippy-toes so we might lace in your corset that few more inches than what you are comfortable with. We are working toward a special goal for you and I know that you will love the ultimate 20 inch waist which your work uniform will require. With that they brought out a new corset slightly longer than the first corselets but nowhere as monstrous as the one from the night before. They then began to proceed to lace me into the corset. As they struggled close the ends by tightening the laces I began to have trouble breathing. "She will have to get used to the Lacing Bar today just as you thought. Let's take her into the garage and do this properly," my sister Kay said. With that they led me out to the garage and then hooked my wrists into the straps on the ends of the bar that hung from the ceiling. They loosened the laces on the corset and hoisted me into the air so that my feet were not touching the ground. I could feel the effect as they had far less difficulty lacing the corset till they were satisfied. "Do you think we should milk her again as yesterday," Kay asked. "No, The doctor wants her as near normal in daily fluid as possible," Paula answered. Then they brought out the nylon cord I had been wearing and which I am sure was invented by my sister Kay. It was doubled and at one end made into a loop. That loop was then fastened around the end of my member. With little ceremony, they pulled it painfully between my thighs completely up out of sight. I could tell that they then tied each separate end to the back of the corset after pulling it up the crack of my fanny. I mean I was smooth once again just like a woman in front. I was left suspended as they fastened stockings tightly to my garters and then spiky heeled bare sandals were put on my feet. As I looked down, the sight of my scarlet toenails in those bare strap skyscraper heels was very stimulating, but I knew that when I tried to walk, the movement of my inner thighs near my groin across the head of my penis would once again have me almost electric. I remembered that every time my legs moved to walk one or the other inner upper thigh literally "Massaged the head. How could I once again be that way all during the day I wondered. The mere act of walking would stimulate me each time my legs moved. I was then lowered to the floor and tried to stand up. My whole body reacted as I began to breathe in that upper chest manner that was so sexy. Paula saw the look on my face as I tried to walk in those heels with my male organ trapped deep in my crotch between my legs. She had a wicked smile on her face again and I could tell she and Kay were really enjoying my dilemma. "Now let's see here," started Paula, "She has a doctor's appointment and the we have some shopping to do and then a date with me for cocktails at 6:30 and who knows perhaps she'll end up with Max." With that I was led back to the bedroom and given clothes to put on. First a white bra with those horrible wool backed prosthesis. Already my nipples were so aggravated. It felt as if someone had been nipping on them. Then bare bikini panties and a slip to match. Next a three quarter sleeve length blouse and a straight and very snug white skirt. However, it seemed awful short. I put the blouse on and with great difficulty buttoned it. Next the skirt and I soon realized it was a mini skirt. I mean it was so immodest I was blushing. Paula and Kay just reveled in my embarrassment. I mean if I sat down my garters and stocking tops would show. "Max loves long legs and is really turned on by garters," Paula said. "Yes," chimed in Kay, "Since you are just the same as merchandise being put on display, we want the maximum effect so his anticipation will be high enough to pay the fee you DEMAND," she finished. When they had finished my makeup I was told to get my purse and wait out front at the car. I looked like a cheap hooker in that skirt and there I was, outside at the car while they finished up inside. We headed off to some place and when we arrived, it turned out to be a doctor's office. Inside led to a room remove my blouse, skirt, and slip. "What no dressing gown," I cried out. The pressure on my poor member was immense and in those heels and lingerie, I was so ashamed. A male nurse came for me and led me to an examining room. I was told to take off my shoes and get up on the table. I obeyed and once on the table the doctor's assistant entered and held down my hands as they were strapped to the table sides. "Good, now put her heels in the stirrups" she said to the male nurse. I was totally exposed to their view and so humiliated and embarrassed. I was miserable and ashamed and ready to cry. Then the doctor came in. She was a stunning dark haired severe looking woman with fine hands and long nails. She began to examine me in every private nook and cranny. She removed my bra and manipulated my nipples until I was ready to burst. They were so sore and tender before she started but they were beet red when she finished. All the while she kept telling Paula and Kay how well the Estanil hormones were working. "She'll be ready quite soon for her first surgery to stretch the skin," she said. Then she probed my shrunken sac. Her fingers found each shrunken gonad and squeezed it hard bringing tears to my eyes. Then she used her finger to push them each back up into the body cavity. The thong was loosened, and a small triangle of material with a cut out for my member was fitted to me. "There she must always wear that for the next four weeks and the natural body heat will totally inhibit any restoration of their capacity. Wishing the next two months there will be no more male hormone generation," she said. "We'll bring her here weekly for a check to make sure," said Paula. Then the thong was refastened as before. I was ready to swoon as they unfastened my wrists and made me get dressed. The pain and discomfort from her doing what she was indescribable. I tried to fix my makeup but Paula had to help me. "We'll have such fun tonight Charlotte. I am afraid however, this man will really hit on you because once again your look says "Catch Me Come Fuck Me," she cooed as she worked on my eyes. "Oh Charlotte honey, you are adorable. Tomorrow night after work, it will be the same. With the clothes that we have planned for you, you're going to be just too sexy for words," she continued. I was horrified and terribly apprehensive as we headed for my "interview." EPISODE 9: INTERVIEW WITH HER FIRST CLIENT We were in a store called The Wild Pair who are well known for their very sexy heels. The salesman was a real aggressive type and I shuddered just looking at the bulge in his cheap tight slacks. A woman sleeping with him would have to be so "Flexible" it was scary. "How may I help you," he said as we entered. Paula responded, "My niece here is so shy but adores sexy spike heels to wear with her miniskirts and at work as well. As you can tell she is tightly corseted and will require your special attention." Paula really enjoyed telling all that about me and grinned wickedly. I didn't need any more shoes I told her and with that she pulled me over her lap and smacked my bottom. Right there in public she did and I was mortified. That stupid ass of a salesman just smiled as I felt my tight skirt being stretched across my fanny. I kicked my feet and cried out as the slaps resounded from my painted lips. So much of my legs were bare to her hand that I really felt the slaps. Then I was allowed to get up and sit in a seat. Paula told him my size and he went into the back room saying, "We have some really hot and trashy heels that will just suit her tastes." When he returned, he had at least eight boxes of shoes. One after another he brought them out. Then he started in removing those strappy open high heels I had on. "My that's a sexy hot color polish you're wearing. The men must really love that color," he said. As he helped me on with the first pair of heels, a really slutty pair, I could see him looking up my skirt. Those damn shoe store seats and salesman benches are set so he could easily do that. The pumps were really gorgeous and had such pointy toes that they really made it difficult to get on. His hand went up my leg and I am sure if I was alone he would not have hesitated to try something. As it was the process allowed him to run his hands up and down my stockinged legs each time. Each time I tried a different pair on, he had fun. When all was said and done Paula had picked out 10 pairs of shoes at over $600 for me. In addition there were matching purses for even more money. It was my money she was spending but she said, "Now you'll have to go on extra dates to pay me back for this loan." With that he piped up, "Oh do you run an escort service?" he asked Paula. "Yes we do and in fact, my niece here has just joined our 'stable' of beauties. Her rates are quite high but she has some extra special skills and experience for the most demanding of men." He asked for "My card" which Paula gave him. It was disgusting as she had copied a picture out of a dominance magazine showing gartered stockings, nipped waist, overflowing bosom and more as "My logo." "Call us and we'll make sure our special girl is available. I must tell you however, she has an insatiable need for slightly kinky sex and so we save her dates for those special demanding men with the strongest of staying power," Paula added. "I will most certainly call. It's nice to know that someone who can't get enough also likes the fetish world as much as I do. I am certain that at least I can deal with her insatiability," he said as we paid for our purchases and left. After depositing them in the car we shopped till about 5:30 when we headed for the Cozy Corner Bar. It was near the mall and I welcomed the thought of a cocktail and some rest for my poor feet. When we arrived I was dismayed to see so many men in the bar and so few women. Their leather attire was right out of some men's magazine. We sat down on a couple of bar stools and then I realized how really short my skirt was. As our drinks came we were approached by a very large man with an expensive leather suit on. I had never really seen a leather suit but it looked just like Italian silk. The aroma of his cologne drifted ahead of him and mixed with the leather it was intoxicating to say the least. "Paula, how are you?" he asked as he extended his hand. "Fine Max, and yourself?" she asked and then continued, "This is my newest date lady... Charlotte." She said this as she turned to me making it clear that I was "For hire." "I wanted to meet you as soon as I heard about your performance at the party last night," he said. "You have already interested many of my friends and I wanted to be the first to sample your wares or shall I say let you try me on for size," he said. Without so much as a may I or something to break the ice, he started in. "I have to tell you, most queens are unable to bring me to climax no matter how talented they are with their mouths, I just have too much staying power. But when they do, god help them because I come like a fire hose." Paula responded, "The fire hose part is correct, I have never seen a man so huge as you. I still don't believe that thing's size. However, I have seen Charlotte at work and she loves to suck cock so much that you might just be the challenge she needs. I can just picture her corseted and stockinged figure between your knees for an hours sucking and slurping her way to heaven. Who knows that panty clad bottom may be a wonderful target for you hand." I almost choked as Paula said that. Paula continued, "Take her in the back room and try her for an hour, it's on the house. She needs to see some real cock anyhow. All they had last night were one- nighters and she can handle a lot more than that for sure." I could see the bulge growing in his pants stretching the leather so tight. He was massive and scared me. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the back room. Once in the back room my blouse and skirt were pulled from my body. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back and led me to a stool like affair. It had a kneeling bar and I was forced onto it and tied so I was bent over at the height of his crotch. He pulled my panties down and the walked over to a rack of belts, rulers and whips. He took down a leather covered ruler and started rubbing it across my bottom. I actually began to shake and get stimulated by the whole process. This man Max, was obviously very skilled at arousal. My poor member began to tingle. All day it had been rubbed across the head by my thighs as I walked and now it was ready to play. He wasn't interested in that however. He continued to play with my exposed buns kneading and massaging. His finger went to my rose bud and he actually pinched it making me squeal. I tried to wriggle my fanny from his hand but he persisted and really began to fondle me. He pinched the insides of my thighs sending sharp shooting little pains into my middle. He was so tall that it was no problem for him to stand in front of me and still reach my exposed bottom. After about fifteen minutes of this he unzipped his leather pants and exposed an overflowing massive black jock. He dropped his pants and then slipped his jock off exposing the biggest cock I had ever seen. It must have been 8 inches long and completely soft but it also looked to be at least two inches thick. He grabbed my hair and said, "Open bitch and take it." I was forced to and I started to suck remembering the night before. He began to swell and filled my mouth and throat completely. "Suck harder," he said as the leather ruler slammed down on my bare fanny. Obviously I wasn't working hard enough because he began to rain down slaps with the ruler until I was desperately sucking and nibbling as hard as I could. This went on for quite a while but despite coming twice he stayed hard. All of a sudden he pulled from my mouth. I was excited and wanted more despite all I could do to not say so. He went around behind me and spread some ointment or jelly on my rosebud. The as he pushed more and more on my rosebud he finally penetrated me. It seemed like something out of the dark ages was in me. It was monstrous and then he began to stroke in and out. My bottom moved in rhythm with him and suddenly he exploded inside of me. It never seemed to stop cumming. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled free leaving all that mess inside my bottom. My pulse was racing and I felt like my head was going to blow off the top. "Should I call the other fellows in here to try you out?" he asked evilly. "Oh no please don't I am so sore now and need to rest for work tomorrow," I pleaded. With that he uncuffed my wrists and left me to clean myself up. "Come outside when you are presentable," he said. I managed to get free of the "Fun bench" as he called it, and put my clothes back on. Cum streaks were all over my face and hair and there was no sink in the room. At least he had brought my purse in and left it. I tried to touch up my makeup without much success. Once back in the bar, Paula told me, "He loved your enthusiasm. You have your first date contracted for. It seems he is going to a leather ball and wants you as his submissive. It'll be a week from now so you have plenty of time to get ready." With that we headed home. I was destroyed and exhausted. Once at home Paula, let me strip and shower. She demanded I have a full enema to "Clean my love box." Afterward she made me put on a sleep corselets and a large butt plug was unceremoniously inserted in my very bruised "Pussy." "Sleep tight" she said as I was put to bed. EPISODE 10: DRESSING FOR HER FIRST DAY AT WORK "Wake up you lazy bitch," someone said to me. "You have to do your exercises and get ready for work. We don't have all day so move it," I heard as the covers were ripped off me. I still had on the sleep corselets they required and I realized that I still had the "Testes" shield on as well. I moved quickly taking the jogging tights and sweatshirt Kay handed to me. She was already dressed for exercise and was carrying her riding crop. I went potty and slipped into the outfit. "How can I run wearing a corset," I asked. "If you don't you can rest assured your bottom will look like a fresh ham," Kay screeched at me. I put on the running shoes she handed me and soon we were on our way for a five mile run. My bra had those awful heavy breast forms in it with their wool backing against my tender nipples. Soon the movement had me all stirred up. I couldn't understand why my nipples were reacting that way. When we returned home I was told to shower and ring the bell when I was done. The water felt good and helped me remember the evening before. I was sooo embarrassed. I tried to wipe it all from my mind. That terrible man had arranged for my "Services" and had convinced Paula to let him "Try me out" for an hour or so. You all know what happened, but based on that hour I had a date for a leather ball next week. Just as I finished in the shower, Paula came into the room. "Charlotte," Paula started in, "As you recall your sister Kay and I felt that you must do something to earn your keep. Therefore, new employment more suited to your nature, was arranged. We also felt that proper employment would reinforce those aspects of your nature that would serve our benefit which was all that really mattered. Our job then was to see to it that you were appropriately prepared for your day to day job and your evening work as well. As you may recall, the manager of the Sapphos Beauty Salon agreed to take you on as an apprentice in their pedicure room. The Manager was kind enough to send over the new uniform you'll be required to wear. I know you're going to just adore the uniform. The cute little dress is all red satin with a strapless low-cut bodice and a sassy little full skirt. You'll have to wear several short crinoline petticoats to make it flare out properly. A lacy white apron will highlight your new tiny waistline ever so dramatically. Of course, we were at first concerned that it would be too small at the waist for your figure. However we realized that with the proper corseting, it would fit and you'll look exquisite even if you are very uncomfortable and restricted in your movements by the severity of the corset. I began to feel all queasy inside as I had already been exposed to their wicked painful corseting. I knew it meant continuous agony and near starvation diets all day long. Now however, I would have to be bending over all the time and that I dreaded. All of a sudden I remembered the shoes we had purchased to go with my "Uniform." They were terribly high and uncomfortable. Just then Paula said, "It's time for your work shoes and they are so pretty. I just know you'll be a very desirable girl when you are wearing them. Those women will be so jealous of your ability to stand their discomfort all day." I remembered them for sure, they're red patent leather and have the highest heels I have ever seen. They must be at least 6" with open toes and the most delicate ankle straps. Paula said, "I can just see you in them now, forced to mince about the salon so carefully to keep from falling. That will be quite difficult and tiring for your legs at first because the base of the heels is smaller than a pencil eraser. "You'll have to learn to keep every muscle in your buttocks, calves and ankles firmly in control just to even walk. However the conditioning that will cause as a result of your being in such heels for 10-12 hours a day will develop a gorgeous fanny and beautiful feminine leg lines. However, you'll probably never again be comfortable in low heels or flats because of the way your muscles will shorten in back. "Now its time... aren't you excited? You'll be buckled into these lovely new open toe pumps and the little gold padlocks, which are so cute, will be fastened to keep them on all day," she continued. "Perhaps your service will be so good that some demanding female patron will buy the key from the Manager and you'll have to go home with her and do her bidding to get released from those shoes. Who knows after 12 hours in them you'll probably do anything the woman demands of you. "First, however we should get your corset on and then we can do your shoes," Kay interjected and Paula agreed. "Let's take her into the garage and do this properly," my sister Kay said. With that they led me out to the garage and then hooked my wrists into the straps on the ends of the bar that hung from the ceiling. They hoisted me into the air so that my feet were not touching the ground. I was suspended there with just the tiny testes shield patch on. Paula said, "I'll just bet you are full of those nasty male juices again aren't you... I thought so," she said noticing my face. With that out came the milking machine. It had three suction lines. The main one's purpose was obvious and it was hooked to my member. The other two have hemispherical cup like attachments that were attached to my very sensitive and budding bosom. The two spherical cups were affixed over my bosom along with two light electrical stimulators. Paula said, "These will not only beautify and enlarge your sweet little breasts but the main line will relentlessly drain you your nasty ungirlish fluids." It began to throb and suck as if I was some sort of milk source, draining me dry till I hurt inside. I hung there for the next hour as Paula brought out a severe red and white satin corset and held it up in front of me. It looked so severe and scary. It had wide rigid bones all over it and brutal looking laces. All the while that milking machine kept up its incessant sucking on my poor flaccid member. Then with my sister Kay's help Paula began to lace the dramatic red and white satin corset around my torso. I was right... it was so strong and unbending. I could feel my poor waist once again being squeezed smaller and smaller. "Let's measure her and see how close we are," Kay said to Paula. "She has to fit into this uniform from day one or Sappho's manager will be unhappy and punish her. They brought out a tape measure and I winced as Kay said, "She needs to go down over an inch more to make 21 inches." Paula responded, "well she can make it I know, and her regular waist is 28 so I guess we can do it. I can't wait till we get her waist down to 19 inches though." Tears started to form in my eyes as they pulled and tugged. Was I to have to go through this every day? Finally after Kay put her knee in the small of my back, she exclaimed, "There... finally its closed. Let's measure her now..." As they placed the tape around my waist I heard Paula gasp and say, "Twenty and a half inches... That's perfect and look how beautifully it forces her fanny out," she said as her long nails played across my bottom. My poor tits were so sore from the electrodes and the suction device. Finally the milking machine was removed. Of course the shield that bitchy woman doctor had placed on me was still there. My poor testes were still held up inside my body cavity subject to the heat of it. Once again the thong was attached to my pitiful member and it was pulled tightly up between my thighs out of sight. "She'll have to sit to go potty won't she," Kay said with a giggle to which Paula nodded. Next Paula produced a pair of sheer white stockings which she put on me. The garters were tightly fastened stretching the stockings tautly on my legs. Then little shorty socks with a lace edge. Next came those terrible shoes with their little gold padlocks. I was lowered from the bar and my wrists unfastened. They were right about standing up. My whole body position was altered putting pressure on my tightly corseted upper body and exaggerating my chest as I was breathing. My hips were thrust forward and each step was very dramatic but quite short making my protruding bottom wiggle quite dramatically. I actually had a small bosom and my poor nipples were inflamed and quite swollen. They were considerably larger than normal but then the whole nipple area was larger and darker also. Paula caught me looking at them and smiled saying, "Nice aren't they. I'll bet they are sensitive." She reached over and grabbed one squeezing it forcefully between her thumb and forefinger. I let out a squeal and got tear in my eye. "Good response, your customers will like that from you," she responded. With that she kept manipulating it till it was more swollen and red. Then she did the other one. Next Kay, that bitch, brought over a white strapless bra. It looked funny and with that she said, "You'll notice this has special pads to force your pretty little tits up. As they grow, you'll see more and more cleavage exposed over the top of the dress. Your patrons will be afforded the opportunity to see all of you while you are on the floor or the stool at their feet." It was fastened around me and she was right. The flesh which had been pushed up from the corseting was now focused by the bra. Next they escorted me to the bathroom for makeup. "Now do your own makeup as you have been taught," Paula said. I started with foundation and powder followed by some blusher. My eyes came easier because the eyebrows were so dramatically thin after the electrolysis. "Just a light shade of eye-shadow, no tarty look for work," Paula said. I followed her guidance and soon my face was done. The hair was easy to do because of the dramatic styling at the salon. Just some mousse and fingers moves gave it a teased and playful look. "Let's see now," Kay said, "She'll look best with those long earrings however. They show a definite submissive look which is what we want." Out came some big clunky and really heavy round drop earrings in a gold tone. As I struggled to hook them to the rings in my ears, I had real trouble because of my extra long nails. Work was going to be a bitch, I could tell. Kay finally interceded and fastened them to the rings. My poor ears would be stretched before the day was over. They were very heavy and really left me no doubt as to what effect they would have. "Well she is ready for work... at last. Just think," Kay said as she turned toward me, "Every morning you'll do this. First your exercises and then we'll help you dress. When you come home from work each night, your social calendar and bookings will keep you on the go. "There be dancing and partying, or special events like the leather ball or the Sapphos Isle party we lesbians have each month. I just know you'll be so popular that you'll only be home enough to do your household chores and the laundry." "Well," she continued, "At least you won't have to recorset when you come home as you can plan the proper color for whatever date you have that night. All you'll have to do is change your hosiery for something more dramatic, redo your face and dress and shoes. Now, go in the kitchen and have your breakfast and then do the dishes. We'll drop you at the Salon by 9:00 a.m." Dates every evening, dancing, leather ball, Lesbian parties I was sick. Having to been in these tortuous heels and corset all day and then even more dramatic things at night. They really had no mercy at all. Was I going to be forced into to this much forever? Was there no hope of escape? Who knows what faced me with those Salon patrons. From all Paula's descriptions, they could be worse than men. EPISODE 11: NEW PEDICURE APPRENTICE REPORTS FOR HER FIRST DAY As the car came too the corner near the entrance of the salon, I was terrified. I knew precious little of what I must do except that as an apprentice I would get the hardest and least fun work in the pedicure portion of the salon. I knew that there was another woman working there who expected me to be her assistant and that she hated the dirty part of the work. When I looked at myself before I had gotten into the car I was even more nervous. They had dressed me in that "Uniform" which should have been a hooker's costume. The cute little dress was all a hot red satin. It was strapless and had a low-cut bodice that was designed to show off any breast the wearer had whatsoever. Unfortunately, I realized that the bustline on my new work uniform did very little to shield even my current tiny bust from such attention. Deep in my memory was that they told me, "As your bust grows they will not change my uniform." Since the women who patronize Sappho's Beauty Salon just love a very, very busty look would have to suffer the consequences more and more every day as my bust bulged out of the top. The dress had sassy little full skirt that came to just above midline between my knees and crotch. Because of that I was wearing several short crinoline petticoats to make it flare out properly. I also had on a lacy white apron that really highlighted my new tiny waistline ever so dramatically. The car stopped at the corner about 3/4 of a block from the Salon. "Get out and go to work Charlotte," said Kay. I protested, "But why here? can't you at least drop me in front of the Salon?. I don't want to walk down this busy street in my uniform or these heels," I continued. Kay retorted, "Well you'll just have to get used to it. The Metro stop is two blocks from here and we won't always be bring you to work by car. In fact starting next week you'll have to ride the bus or the Metro every day all by yourself." With a faint tear in my eye, I opened the door, looking unhappily at the several men and women on the street between me and the Salon. I already knew that these heels they had padlocked on my feet would allow me the tiniest of steps anyhow. Sitting in the car I realized that my garters and stocking tops showed when sitting down. I realized that I would have to be absolutely ramrod straight with no bend to my knees or hips to keep them from showing when I was standing. If I took any stride with some length, they would also show. That made matters even worse, but I had no choice so out I stepped. So much leg showed as I did that I blushed profusely. Kay stepped out of the car and came around to me. Meanwhile Paula stepped out and used her video camera to film what happened. "Put you hands behind your back," Kay said. With that I did and she stepped around behind me fumbling in her purse. Then I felt handcuffs being put around my wrists. She reached in the car and brought out a short waist length shawl in white lace. You couldn't really see through it as she draped it around my shoulders. "That will hide your dilemma for a bit but only if you remain standing tall and straight. If you bend or tilt in any way, it will fall off and reveal your plight. You'll then be helpless in front of the men or women in this part of town. It does however completely expose the front of your body and allows those beautiful little bulging breasts and gorgeous inviting legs to be shown off as well as a full 360 degree view of your hips on down." With that she got back in the car and they drove off leaving me there, trussed, pantied, corseted and above all a nervous wreck. I stepped over to the curb and began my mincing walk to the Salon. The exaggerated height of those spike heeled shoes and the difficulty of balancing without having my arms to use was a torture in itself. Halfway down the block two young black boys appeared. I only prayed that they were well behaved and not hoods. I kept walking toward them swaying and teetering on those treacherous pencil slim skyscraper heels. As I approached they moved more in my direction. "Hey sexy lady, you look hot. Did you make a lot of money on the street last night. I bet you are a real high class slut in bed aren't you?" The comments got worse when all of a sudden The Manager from the Salon stepped out of the door to help me. "Good morning Charlotte," she said. "It looks like I came out just in time. I see you are wearing your new uniform and you do look delicious." She led me inside saying that they would open at 9:30 and we would take a few minutes to talk before hand. Then she took the wrap from my shoulders and asked me to stand in front of her while she sat down. "I do like Paula presenting you in such a helpless form," she said. Picking up a yardstick she pointed it at me and gave me instructions on turning around. Then she called over in front of her. As I stood before her I was quite afraid. Her hands were tipped with long curved dragon lady nails. She reached beneath my skirt to examine me and explored freely taking little care that her nails had hard edges to them. She left nothing to chance and when she finally forced those clawed nails far enough between my thighs to reach the head of my member, she squeezed, no she actually pinched it very hard. I squealed quite loudly at which point she spoke. "That's quite appropriate and the way I like it... very feminine reactions are what I demand. Now, I want to explain to you quite graphically what happens whenever you don't do exactly as you are told, no matter who tells you." My hands were uncuffed, and I was told to bend over as far as I could while holding on to her desk. She stood behind me. Then without so much as a warning three sharp blows from the yardstick were applied to my bottom and bare leg tops. After each one I let out a fearsome shriek and finally tears. "We can cure the shrieking with a ball or cock gag," she said. "I just want really girlish squeals instead, no matter how much it hurts. Tears are acceptable, but if you mess your makeup you'll have to fix it and stay late to catch up on your work," she added. With that I was allowed to stand up and I obviously stopped sniffling quickly. "Your duties will be to assist Susan in the pedicure department. It will take you about six months to become fully trained. During that time you will do absolutely everything she tells you to and will do it immediately. I allow my patrons the right to punish my girls if they are displeased with their service, are rude, speak catty or gossip in any way. "If you injure or pinch or in any way hurt a patrons delicate toes or feet, you will be required to massage them in any way the patron wishes which includes the use of your mouth whenever they or Susan tell you to. Yes... I said your mouth and you will quickly be taught to give a tongue bath as that is quite frequently desired by our patrons." I was beginning to get a queasy feeling in my stomach, but you be sure I wasn't about to argue. I had learned my lesson already. She resumed, "Many of our patrons feel their husbands or lovers are not attentive enough and so they expect all kinds of attention from you and Susan. Since you were one of those disgusting men, I am sure you understand about cunnilingus. You will be severely tested and if found wanting, you may expect all forms of punishment. From 9:00 a.m. till quitting time you BELONG to me... completely." "If you cause a run in a patron's hosiery while you are removing them or when putting their stockings back on, you will pay for the replacement out of your salary. As for salary, I will pay it to your Mistress directly so you needn't expect to see it. After all she now owns you and deserves some compensation for providing you a home. If a patron wishes to rent you for the day or evening, she may and while with her you are to again do exactly as told. She may use you for anything she wishes including being her toilet maid if asked." If you spill polish, or any materials, the cost of them will be taken out of your pay. Since your Mistress expects a certain return on her investment from her property, you'll have to work overtime or be docked in pay. I can assure you, Paula and Kay will teach you a new meaning for the words "Whipped cream." I also punish for not standing straight, being slow, messy makeup, runs in stockings or if they are not tightly gartered with the seams perfectly straight. We serve lunch here which usually consists of a very light salad or broth. Figure control is important as well as appearance. Now, I'll take you to Susan who will show you around and start you at work. Do you understand all that is required and the rules?" she finished. I nodded my head yes to her. With that she laid me over knees, grabbed a large clothes brush, hiked up my skirt and gave me twenty whacks with the brush. They stung like hell and I kicked my legs trying to force away the pain. All the while I squealed and cried out. "Yes Mistress with a curtsey is how you are to answer all requests and orders," I was told. With that she spent fifteen minutes making me do practice curtsies. It was hard in those heels. Then I was led off to Susan and the Pedicure Room for my first day. EPISODE 12: A VERY BUSY FIRST DAY IN THE PEDICURE ROOM The Manager led me to the Pedicure room where there were already three women waiting for service. She introduced me to Susan saying, "This is your new apprentice Charlotte. She is yours to do with as you wish. She understands the rules and what punishment awaits her if she misbehaves or does not live up to her responsibilities as you require Susan. I want to make sure she especially learns how to greet guests and how to respond to them." Then turning to the ladies in their chairs, all quite severely but stylishly dressed and said, "This is our new pedicure apprentice. As you all know we pride ourselves on the attentiveness and manners of our apprentices and maids. Therefore, I will appreciate your help in letting me know how Charlotte does today and also any recommendations or additional training she needs." "Now Charlotte," she said, "This is Mrs. Johnson and next to her is Mrs. Ross and finally the last lady prefers to be addressed as Mistress Gloria. Now I want to see you introduce yourself to each one with a proper curtsey." I stepped forward to Mrs. Johnson and said "Madam, I am Charlotte and I am here to serve you." I did my best curtsey and she raised her hand for me to kiss it. I kissed it and stepped back turning toward Mrs. Ross when the Manager stopped me. "She did not give you permission to leave and you did not ask for permission. Hold out your hands... no turn around," she said. "Now raise your skirts and bend over." It was so hard to bend at the waist but I did my best. The next thing I knew she laid a stinging blow across my pantied bottom. "Good, now turn around and lets try it again." I repeated my greeting to Mrs. Johnson and this time after I kissed her outstretched hand she said, "Thank you Charlotte, I will have many uses for you. You may be excused." Not wishing to make the same mistake, I was very careful with Mrs. Ross. In her case everything went perfect, however she said, "I would like some coffee with cream and one sugar Charlotte." "Yes Ma'am," I replied and turned away. I was stopped again and once again had my bottom tanned but with two strokes this time. "You were not excused to get the coffee nor did you ask permission either," the Manager said. I was told to try it again and this time I was successful. Susan pointed to where the coffee was kept and walked over to get what she asked for. It was so difficult walking on that slick floor in those outrageous spike heels. "Look at how daintily she walks," said one of the ladies. "I know," said another, "I am so jealous of women who can wear such high heels," she added. A third voice piped up saying, "If I owned her, she would be in seven inch pointed toe pumps with ankle straps." I didn't know who had said that and it worried me. I poured a cup of coffee and added cream and sugar, stirred it, placed it on a tray with a doily and turned to walk back. Once again it was so difficult to walk and keep my balance. My leg and fanny muscles worked overtime making it possible. I stood in front of Mrs. Ross and started to hand her the coffee. "No Charlotte," the Manager said, "Hold the tray out in front of yourself and bend forward at the waist." I knew that would be difficult and further would expose my poor tits to her view. "Our patrons enjoy a young bosom and they enjoy seeing your embarrassment as well. Now do it correctly or I'll make the next punishment three." I did my best and when I was done I asked to be excused. When she gave me permission, I said, "Thank you ma'am" and curtsied. "That's quite proper Charlotte," the Manager said. I turned to Mistress Gloria and went through my introduction and curtsey. Instead of her hand, Mistress Gloria who was quite stunning and dramatic in her couture, raised her foot which was sheathed in a dramatically high heeled clog. Her toes were painted with a deep angry red color. I looked at the Manager quizzically? Mistress Gloria said sharply, "Kiss it slave... NOW AND ENJOY IT." I bent over and took her foot in my hand. I kissed the big toe and found myself lavishing a kiss on each toe. The aroma was heady. I lowered her foot to the stool and then once again the Manager admonished me. "You did not ask if she was satisfied or if she wanted more or for permission to stop. You know the position now do it and bend over." Just then Mistress Gloria stood up and said to the Manager, "Give me the ruler or better yet where is the cane... Oh good you have it close at hand." She administered one stinging stroke and then another one quite a bit harder which made me jump in pain. My bottom was stinging. I tried to rub it to make the pain go away. "I did not give you permission to do that. Usually we only add one stroke for each additional punishment during the day, but you will get two more making it four. Now assume the position." I did and two more sharp stinging strokes tore me apart. I was in tears and I could tell they loved it. "Mrs. Johnson said, "Oh Gloria, you have such a way with a cane and I do love those sissy tears. We shall 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 38