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HELL HATH NO FURY PT8 – I had become what she wanted
I sweated all night with my thoughts. I had never had an urge to be feminised and had always prided myself on my masculinity. The thought of wearing women’s clothes held no attraction to me, but my choices were obviously limited to stay here and rot in agony until she decided to get rid of me permanently, or maybe some chance to be a person, even though not the person I was or wanted to be. I had given up any hope of escaping, and anyway my life could never be the same, as she had stripped me of everything I had achieved. I really had no choice at all.
It was a very slow 24 hours, and I did not rest at all. I awaited the return of Mistress.
Eventually, I heard the dungeon door open, and Mistress and Rose appeared. Mistress was clad in a leather one piece suit, the ubiquitous large cigar clamped firmly in her mouth, followed by Rose, in her grey uniform, this time smoking a medium sized pipe.
I knew by now not to say anything until Mistress spoke to me, and I stayed silent as I was taken out of the cage and my wrists were secured to a chain hanging from the ceiling. They pulled it until I was stood on tip toes.
“Well, slave, have you had enough time to think about your future?”
“ Yes Mistress”, I politely replied, “ I would love to learn to become your maid, your slut, or anything Mistress requires.” I really couldn’t believe my words.
“ Good answer, slave” she replied “ and as a special treat, we are going to give you your last whipping as a common prisoner, provided you learn well.”
At that, Rose picked up a thick leather whip. “ First fifty with that Rose” Mistress ordered, and Rose attacked me with gusto. The pain was horrendous, as the thick whip bruised my back, my backside and the backs of my legs.
“ Rose, the schooling whip, I think now” Mistress ordered, and Rose fetched a thin vicious whip used for training horses. “ Fifty Rose” she said, and the next whipping commenced. This whip stung like hell, and I could feel blood trickling down my back and legs as the this whip cut me. I almost passed out with the pain, almost, but not completely.
Mistress then came over to me and asked me if I had enjoyed that. I knew better than to say no, so I agreed that I had enjoyed it. “ Good answer, slave, you are already learning.”
“Because you enjoyed it so much, I think it would be meqan of me not to give you some more, wouldn’t it, slave?” she smirked. “ Yes Mistress.” I replied.
“Well, just to make it a little more difficult, I think for a final fifty strokes with the cane you can smoke Rose’s pipe. Have you ever smoked a pipe, slave?” she asked.
“ I tried it once Mistress, but it wouldn’t stay alight” I repled.
“Well, slave, this time you had better keep it alight. It’s easy, just keep puffing and it will do so. If it goes out, there will be another fifty to follow, until you get it right.”
Rose put her pipe in my mouth, and I started to puff on it, frightened it would go out.
The cane then struck my already tender and bleeding body, as Mistress very slowly counted the fifty strokes. I managed to concentrate and kept the pipe puffing, albeit I nearly dropped it a couple of times. I knew I daren’t.
When it had finished, I was then removed to a small cell, and told that my training to be a woman would start as soon as my wounds had healed.
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