Chapter 1
He had gotten a job with a large company doing odd jobs, mostly filing
papers and bringing out mail. It wasn't much, but it was enough to pay
for a small one-room apartment on the seedier side of town. Since he was
still very shy from his experiences in high school he hadn't made any
friends yet, but he was gaining confidence every day. No one had picked
on him yet. Since everything was going so well, he decided to try his
luck and contact his aunt. Maybe she would be nice. So Wednesday evening
he called the number he had found in his mothers belongings.
"Chamberlain residence", a soft and sexy soprano answered, catching him
somewhat by surprise. He hadn't expected someone sounding so sexy. "Is
this Helen Chamberlain?", he asked. "No. Who may I say is calling?", the
voice answered. "John Shoemaker, I am Helen Chamberlain's nephew", he
stammered back. The voice told him to wait and after a couple of minutes
another voice came on: "This is Helen Chamberlain. To whom am I
speaking?", the voice inquired. It was soft yet very commanding. "It's
John Shoemaker. I am the son of Catherine who I think was your sister",
he answered the voice. "What was your fathers name", she asked. "Tom
Shoemaker", John answered. After a small silence the voice said: "Then I
probably am your aunt." A silence followed, which he felt the need to
break: "I thought maybe we could meet? I have never met you, and mom
never spoke of you, but since we are related and I have moved to town
maybe...", he trailed of. "Excellent idea!" his aunt's voice answered,
"how about tomorrow evening?" This was far better than he had hoped for
so he eagerly agreed to meet at her place the following evening.
The address his aunt had given him was in a very expensive part of the
suburbs, and the house itself was nothing short of amazing. It turned
out to be surrounded by a garden that was large enough to qualify as a
park. The park was surrounded by a very tall wall, maybe 30 ft, and in
the wall was a large gate made of thick sheets of steel. You could see
nothing of what went on behind the walls. He rang the bell and looked
into the camera when asked to. Then he was told to wait. After a few
minutes a door in the gates opened and a huge man beckoned him to come
inside. The large man sized him up in a slightly intimidating way,
looking him over from head to toe. John could not deny being a little
turned on by this almost brutal attention from such a well-built man.
But the large man just turned around with the words "follow me". He
followed the large man up a driveway to a giant Victorian house. A he
walked towards house he could glimpse the rest of the park behind the
main house. It literally stretched as far as he could see and behind the
main house were other buildings. He was overwhelmed. His aunt or her
husband must be extremely rich.
When the large man opened the door for him, he was greeted by the sight
of the sexiest woman he had ever met. She was dressed in a maid's
uniform of some white shiny, clingy material and followed her every
curve. On her pitch-black pageboy hair she had small white hat, and
beneath her huge, round breasts hung a small decorative black apron on
an impossibly narrow waist. The corset must have been excruciatingly
tight. The uniform ended well above mid thigh, and as he involuntarily
followed her legs down, he saw that she wore extremely high-heeled
shoes, at least 6 inches of pencil thin heel. Around her neck was what
at first glance looked like a broad necklace. At closer inspection it
looked more like collar, but surely that couldn't be? Her lovely brown
eyes looked demurely down as she spoke to him: "Would you please come
with me?" She turned around showing her sexy ass held high. She had very
narrow waist and a full, sexy ass that swayed deliciously as she minced
along in the very high-heeled shoes. John contemplated the advantages of
swinging both ways. He had definitely been turned on be the large man
and this babe almost had his trousers bursting. The maid led him across
the hall and opened a door, letting him into large living room,
tastefully furnished in a somewhat old-fashioned style. In the center of
the room sat a woman whose looks completely blew him away. She was tall
with flaming red hair, her long hair held high on the head in a
ponytail. Her eyes were a penetrating green color and sat in a
stunningly beautiful face, with full, red lips. She wore a strapless
gown of red satin, red satin gloves and red high-heeled shoes. She was
too beautiful and sexy to be true. She rose from the couch she had been
sitting in and came towards him, completely fixating him with her eyes.
"John?" she asked. "Yes, I, I I'm John", he stammered. At this she
smiled, as confirming something to herself, and shook his hand. "Pleased
to meet you, John". "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Chamberlain", John
managed. As she stood in front of him, he had to look almost directly
up. John was 5' 4", weighing 120 lbs soaking wet, and he was wearing
sneakers. His aunt was at least six feet tall even without the
high-heeled shoes that added another 6 inches to her height. She towered
over both the maid and John. As he looked up he looked almost directly
at the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. "Won't you come sit down,
John?" she asked, pointing him to a sofa. As they sat down, his aunt
ordered the maid to bring them some wine. She didn't ask him if he would
like some. As the maid brought the wine, she began asking him questions
about himself. The next hour went by as if in a trance: She had his
whole life's story in less than 45 minutes, and then she began some very
penetrating questions: Did he have any other relatives? Any friend?
Where did he live? How did he get here? Did anyone know where he was,
and expected him back? As it had been on the phone, her voice had been
soft but very commanding. You didn't say no to this voice. He soon told
her that no one knew where he was, and no one expected him back except
for work tomorrow. He had come by taking the train to the nearest
station and then walking for almost an hour. As he answered her
questions, she began to move closer to him and at some point she began
gently stroking his arm. "How about the opposite sex?" she asked him,
"any luck yet?" He stuttered something about a fictional fling in high
school to which she laughed. It was clear that she didn't believe him.
John was now sweating; his hands clammy and he had a huge erection.
Could she really be coming on to him just like that? And in front of the
maid? The maid stood completely still, looking passively into the air.
His aunt took the opportunity to grab his head and kiss him
passionately. As he struggled to catch his breath afterwards, she deftly
opened his fly and took out his erect member and began to masturbate
him. He tried to protest, but in vain. She brushed his hands away easily
continuing her manipulation of his member. While she did this, he had
hard time tearing his eyes of the maid. She still stood completely
still, her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her.
"You would like to look like her, wouldn't you, you little sissy?" his
aunt whispered into his ear, "you filthy little faggot". "N...n..no", he
managed, almost panting with ecstasy. He was so close. "Bullshit", she
said as she abruptly grasped his balls and squeezed. The pain was
excruciating. He doubled over, unable to say anything, trying to hold
onto his aching balls. But she wouldn't even allow him that. As he bent
over, she took hold of both his arms and held them firmly behind his
back. "Giselle. The handcuffs", she called to maid, who immediately
brought two pairs of handcuffs. In his painful condition he couldn't put
up much of a fight, and soon she had placed a pair of handcuffs on his
wrists and a pair around his elbows. This completed, she pushed him off
the sofa and onto the floor. His hands behind his back and his trousers
around his ankles, he couldn't stop his fall. He impacted painfully with
the floor. "Disgusting filthy, little sissy, faggot swine", she spat
after him, "I knew that no good sister of mine, could never produce a
man. Ah well, I have other uses for a little faggot like you." "Please.
Why are you doing this? I haven't done you ...AHHHHHHHHHHH", he cried as
she walked over to him and with one stiletto heel stepped on one of his
balls. She stepped back and kicked him just below the rib cage. All air
vanished from his lungs and he gasped for breath. She the crouched down
and grabbed hold of his longish, brown hair and pulled his face close to
hers as she hissed: "Your existence as my family insults me. Sissy boys
like you should know your place. And you will learn your place, as well
as the proper tone. The first thing you should know is what to call me.
You will call me Mistress. The first and last word of every sentence out
of your filthy mouth will be Mistress. Now what will you call me?" she
asked as she grabbed hold of his penis with her other hand.
Embarrassingly it instantly became erect, in spite of the pain. "Please,
I..." and then he screamed as she squeezed his balls, " Mistress.
Mistress, Mistress..." he babbled senselessly. "That's quite enough",
she spat as she slapped him across the face. "Maybe you'll learn fast.
Giselle, have Bryce string him up in dungeon no. 2". "Mistress, yes
Mistress", Giselle answered. And with that she was gone, her heels
clicking away across the floor. "Please help me", John tried with the
maid. She bent down with a look of fear on her face: "Please don't speak
to me. She will punish me harshly. Please don't", Giselle said with
quivering voice. While she was still bending over, the door opened and
the large man who had greeted John first came in. He stopped short as
Giselle quickly stood up, eying her suspiciously. "Mistress wants him
strung up in dungeon no. 2", Giselle said, her voice quavering, her eyes
looking at a spot on the floor in front of Bryce. "Very well then",
Bryce said moving over to John. He bent down, grabbed John by the neck
and lifted him as if he weighed nothing. "I knew you were a sissy the
moment I saw you. Mistress knows how to pick them". With that he
produced a collar, which he fastened around John's neck and a leash,
which he fastened to the collar. He then proceeded to drag John from the
room. It was far from easy walking behind Bryce. John's kept getting
entangled in the trousers still hanging around his ankles. His hands
were still behind his back and the tugging on the leash kept him bent
over. It was a very long trip to the dungeon, especially down a long set
of winding stone stairs. He felt like he was falling all the time, and
he didn't dare speak a word. After what seemed like a very long walk
through dark hallways, they came to a forbidding steel door. Bryce
opened it and they walked in. To John's surprise it was a dungeon! It
was filed with strange machines he couldn't recognize and on the wall
hung whips, chains, cuffs plus instruments he hadn't seen before.
Bryce didn't waste any time. He removed the handcuffs on the wrists and
replaced them with a pair of wide cuffs made from some plastic material.
These were not connected by anything, but they did have D-rings so you
could fix something to the cuffs. Bryce then lowered a chain from the
ceiling. As he was doing this, John began to plead to be set free. This
was dealt with swiftly and brutally; Bryce walked over and slapped John
a number of times, until his words had been reduced to sniveling.
"Neither the Mistress or I will tolerate little sissy shits speaking out
of order. Don't speak unless someone asks you to". As he finished
speaking he unlocked the cuffs around John's elbows and put his John's
hand above his head, fixing his wrists to the chain hanging from the
ceiling with a padlock. He then removed all John's clothes by simply
cutting them away. John began to cry from the pain and humiliation. As
Bryce finished throwing his clothes away, he came over to John. He
leaned in close and grabbed John by the hair: "You like this don't you?"
he sneered as pulled John close and kissed him deeply. John was taken
completely by surprise, but soon found himself responding kissing Bryce
back with passion. As he did, Bryce's free hand slipped between his legs
and began stroking his member. Even though it was still tender from the
abuse his aunt had subjected it to, he quickly became rock hard. Soon he
was once again close to cuming. Just as he felt his orgasm building, he
heard the door open and the sound of high heel clocking across the floor
towards them. Bryce slowly pulled away from the kiss and pulled his hand
back so it only just supported the tip of John's cock. It was twitching
with the building orgasm, but with no further stimulation he couldn't
come. "Horny little bitch, eh Bryce?" his aunt asked. "Indeed she is,
Mistress", Bryce said with derision dripping from his voice as he let go
of John's cock. As Bryce let go John couldn't help a weak moan of
frustration; he wanted so badly to come. His cock stood out rock hard,
still twitching in anticipation. "Are my services required Mistress?"
Bryce asked. "Not right now, thank you Bryce. I will take it from here.
You may retire for now. But I am sure that your presence will be
appreciated tomorrow" his aunt said with a smirk. With that Bryce
disappeared and John was alone with his aunt. The change didn't seem to
affect his arousal. He was still rock hard. As she stood watching him,
John noticed that she had changed her clothes. Instead of the red dress
and shoes, she was now dressed in black. She wore skintight black latex
pants with a split crotch, her neatly trimmed red brush showing that she
was natural redhead. On her feet were shiny black stiletto lace-up boot,
going all the way up to her knees. The heels were shiny metal at least 6
inches and thinner than anything John had ever seen. The points of her
boots looked liked they could stab. On her upper body she wore a
combined jacket and bustier off black latex, clinging tightly to her
body, holding up her prefect breast sand ending just below the chest and
leaving her midriff free, exposing a smooth, flat stomach. "Please", he
managed before she cut him off, "No I'm not going to let you cum, you
filthy little slut. But I am going to let you in on a little secret",
she said with a sadistic grin. She stepped close to him and grabbed his
balls and began to grind then together. Not hard, just hard enough to
provide both pleasure and pain. John moaned in ecstasy and pain. "I knew
all about you even before you called me the other night. Your dear uncle
called a about a year ago to tell me about your nasty playing around in
girlie clothes". He was shocked! "And you thought he wouldn't spot a
pathetic little sissy in his house? Ha! He spotted you from the day you
came. So to make sure he mounted a few cameras. You are so disgusting
writhing around in that sissy suit". John was mortified. He thought no
one had known. "Ironically I am going to turn you into something like
that", she said matter-of-factly, "but it may not be quite what you had
in mind, although your obvious submissiveness will help". John blushed
at the last sentence, but the fact that he was still erect couldn't be
denied. "GISELLE!" his aunt shouted towards the door. Almost instantly
Giselle came scampering through, mincing along as quickly as her heels
would allow. As she came up to John's aunt, she curtseyed deeply and
said: "Mistress, yes Mistress?" while looking down all the while. "Pull
up your skirt, Giselle. The little sissy should know what's in store for
her". Giselle pulled up her skirt, revealing a pair of very snugly
fitting black, rubber panties. John's aunt pulled the panties down and
undid something John couldn't see above Giselle's ass. She then reached
between Giselle's legs and pulled a string out. The string was attached
to a small metal tube that contained Giselle's penis! The beautiful
submissive maid was a man! The small metal tube squeezed the penis
cruelly, so that only the head stuck out of the end. This was further
restrained by two metal bands crossing the tip, holding it back. At the
stem the tube was secured with a metal wire to the cruel metal mesh cage
that held the balls. They were tightly squeezed.
"Yes, this filthy scumbag was my husband Dean. Only now she only answers
to Giselle. You see I married him for the money, but it turned out we
both had a thing for domination. Me for feminizing and dominating. He
for being feminized and dominated. So I started to feminize him until it
became very soon became too visible. So I came up with a solution. We
faked his death in a car accident; I would inherit the lot and bring him
back as my female partner, restoring the fortune at least somewhat to
him. But it didn't turn out that way did it shithead?" she smirked at
Giselle. "Mistress, no Mistress", Giselle answered in a very low voice.
"I completed his transformation into a bitch and then I broke him
completely. He or rather she became the slave girl you see here. She
only travels outside these walls tied tightly, and she is only allowed
to cum when I permit it. When was the last time I allowed it, Giselle?"
"Mistress, 9 months ago, Mistress", Giselle said in an even lower voice.
As she said it John could see her penis begin to strain against its cage
trying to grow stiff. "You see? She is a little slave bitch that's
turned on by the abuse", John's aunt laughed, "which brings us to your
future, or lack of same. You see, I'm going to feminize you and break
you into being the perfect little slave girl. If you please me I may
keep you. Otherwise I'll sell because that's what I do. I don't really
need to work, but I just love breaking slaves in, so why not turn a
profit?" John started: "But you can't do this! I .. AHHHHHHHHHH", he
screamed as she took his right ball and twisted it hard. "It's time you
learned the rules around here, you filthy slut", his aunt spat in his
face. "We'll start with the basics: I'm the Mistress, and you will
address me as such. The first and last word of every sentence out of
your mouth will be "Mistress", understood?" "Yes Mistress", John tried
weakly, but she slapped him hard. "Wrong! Try again! Do you understand?"
"Mistress, yes Mistress", he managed this time. "Good", she said, "you
can be taught. We'll continue. Never speak unless spoken to. Never try
to think, you are too stupid. Never act on your own initiative. We'll
take the rest later. Just remember; you are a worthless slave shit. The
lowest of the low. You only have value serving a Mistress or Master.
Understood?" She moved in close painfully grabbing hold of both his
balls with one hand, while grabbing his throat with the other.
"Mistress, yes Mistress" was his weak reply. What little fight he had
had in him, he had lost to her domination and his own overwhelming lust.
He wanted to deny it, but really there was no point: he was so turned on
by the domination and the prospect of being treated as a woman, that he
had already lost.
"But before we go any further" Mistress said, now turning towards
Giselle, who still stood in the same position as before; with her skirt
raised, her rubber panties around her knees and her chastised penis
straining against its cage, the string used to pull it back between her
knees still dangling limply "there is the matter of you breaking the
rules, Giselle. Isn't there, you worthless slave slut?" Trembling
Giselle answered, "Mistress, yes Mistress. Mistress, I'm sorry
Mistress". While answering she held her pose perfectly, not mowing an
inch. She still held up her skirt while looking demurely downwards. "You
worthless piece of filth. You knew that the cameras would spot you
speaking to this nasty slut. You must be craving punishment. Is that
it?" Mistress had let go of John and was closing in on the trembling
Giselle, who bit her lip and answered in a low voice "Mistress, no
Mistress. Mistress, please I was just..." Mistress slapped Giselle
viciously across the face. "SHUT UP! Trying to explain only makes
matters worse for. Now strip" As Giselle stripped, Mistress walked
across the room to a very solid looking wooden table and took up
position on the narrow end. Giselle stripped down to her high heels, her
collar and her corset. The corset was cruel affair in black leather,
undoubtedly with steel supports. It stretched from just below Giselle
perfect round breasts (each with its own golden nipple ring) to just
above her ample ass, constricting her waist to 16 inches. Her undressing
complete, Giselle followed Mistress to the table. She apparently knew
the drill, because she walked all the way up to the narrow end of the
table and bent over, spreading her legs so that her feet were at the
legs of the table.
Mistress went right ahead. First she secured Giselle's legs at the
ankles and knees to the legs of the table with wide leather straps that
were already fixed to table legs. This made Giselle stand in a slightly
squatting position, her full plump ass sticking out. Then she made her
lean forward, resting her elbows on the table. Here she was tied to the
table with pre-existing straps on her arms at wrists and elbows. Giselle
could now wriggle her ass and her upper body and shake her head, but she
wasn't going anywhere; the table was bolted to the cement floor.
Mistress grabbed Giselle's hair and pulled her head back "never speak
unless spoken to, slut. Talking among slaves is forbidden. Is that
understood you worthless creep?" Giselle had but one answer: "Mistress,
yes Mistress". Mistress smirked and said: "Now be a good girl and beg
for your punishment". "Mistress, please Mistress. Mistress, I beg to be
punished Mistress." she begged. "Not good enough" Mistress said,
slapping Giselle's as with her open hand. "Mistress, please Mistress.
Mistress, this filthy slave slut humbly begs to be punished severely
Mistress." "Much better scum. It's good that you know that you have to
be punished severely". She then took a riding crop from a nearby trolley
loaded with torture instruments and crouched down between Giselle's
legs. From a key ring she produced a small key with which she liberated
Giselle's chastised penis. Giselle let out a moan of pleasure as her
member instantly grew erect. Mistress grabbed the balls in one hand and
the whip in the other. She then began to whip Giselle's balls. At first
she was only tapping them lightly, but soon she increased the strength
and intensity. Giselle's response followed: at first she moaned and
groaned but soon she was crying, screaming and babbling. She would be a
good girl, she would do anything! As the strength and intensity
increased she was reduced to incoherent screams. All her writhing and
struggling to break free were futile; the table didn't even shake. After
about 10 minutes of this she was nearing collapse, her struggles slowing
and her breath uneven. Mistress then rose and leaned over her again
grabbing her by the hair, pulling her face towards her own. Giselle's
faced was wet with tears, her make-up smeared all over her face. She was
gasping for breath. "Well?" Mistress asked her. "M..M..Mistress, thank
you Mistress" she managed. "Have you learned your lesson or should I
punish you more?" Mistress asked the crying slave. There was of course
only one correct answer to this question and Giselle began to cry hard.
"Mistress, please Mistress. Mistress this worthless slave begs to be
punished more Mistress," she sobbed. "Yes, I do think that you need more
punishment" Mistress said, letting go of the slave's hair. Giselle's
head hung low as she continued sobbing. Her balls were turning a deep
red and were swelling noticeably. Mistress went to the trolley and
fetched a huge black ball gag. She pulled Giselle's air back and
brutally shoved it into Giselle's mouth, tying the strap very tightly
behind her head. Giselle's crying was reduced to a bubbling, mewling
sound. Mistress then produced a thick black leather hood, which she then
pulled over Giselle's face, lacing it very tightly in the back. She then
laced the hood to Giselle's collar. From the wealth of stuff on the
trolley Mistress produced a strange dildo. Its end was shaped like a
hook ending in a D-ring. She greased it up and went over to Giselle were
she removed a butt plug that John hadn't noticed until then. He was
transfixed by the punishment, and paralyzed that it might happen to
himself. The butt plug came out with a small wet "plop". She then
brutally rammed the hook shaped dildo up Giselle's ass, with the D-ring
end pointing up towards her back. Putting the butt plug down, she took a
strap from the trolley. Or rather it was two straps connected a ratchet
in the middle. Each strap ended in a snap hook. She secured one snap
hook in the D-ring on the dildo and another in a similar snap hook on
top of Giselle's leather helmet. Mistress then used the ratchet to
tighten the straps until Giselle's back was cruelly arched, her head
pointing towards her upturned ass and her mewling had reached a
hysterical quality.
But this was not the end of Giselle's punishment. Mistress produced two
pieces of thin rope. The first piece she tied around the base of
Giselle's limp penis, leaving one end dangling. The other piece she tied
around the base of Giselle's swollen balls, again leaving one end
dangling. Again the trolley came in handy as she produced two 2-pound
weights, which she tied to the dangling pieces of rope, so that they
were swaying well above the ground by Giselle's balls and penis
respectively. Giselle's already frantic mewling increased further. Just
to cap things off Mistress grabbed the crop and began whipping Giselle's
exposed upturned ass. After 5 minutes of this Giselle sounded completely
hysterical, not even stopping her mewling screams when Mistress stopped
whipping her. Giselle had made matters worse for herself by writhing and
twisting during the whipping. This caused the weights to swing more,
pulling even harder on her bruised genitals. Mistress left the
hysterical slave girl with a satisfied smile and came over to John.
One part of John wanted to run away, while another part wanted
desperately to submit to this cruel woman. She grabbed him by the throat
and asked: "Enjoy the show?" He was still rock hard. Before he could
answer, she grabbed him by the hair causing him to cry. She then
produced a gag similar to the one she had used on Giselle and rammed it
into his open mouth. The gag stretched his jaw so much he thought it
would dislocate. "There. A little silence while working, only broken by
some soft background music". Giselle's hysterical mewling continued
undiminished. Mistress tied his ankles wide with rope, which she then
tied to rings in the concrete floor. Next she went over to the wall and
pressed a button. It activated a winch pulling the chain holding his
arms. She continued the pulling until he was pulled off the floor,
hanging only by his wrists and the rope around his ankles was taut. She
came over to him caressing his face while looking cruelly into his eyes.
Even now she was taller than him. "I'll soon have you fixed, looking
just like the slut you are. But first we need to clean you up". She went
around to his back. He tried to turn his head but his stretched arms
prevented this, pushing his head forwards. Soon he felt her touching his
ass, spreading his cheeks, followed by a cold hard intrusion into his
ass. He grunted with discomfort, a discomfort that was compounded by the
object growing inside him. He tried to expel it, but it had already
grown too big. Next he could feel his bowels being filled with warm
water, the sensation being both unpleasant and unnerving. As the water
began to fill him up completely the unpleasantness was accompanied by
real pain as his stomach was distended. He began to trash and scream,
but to no avail. The water kept coming. Just when he thought he would
burst, the filling stopped. Not that he noticed it for a while; he was
too occupied with the pain and discomfort to notice much of anything.
The room was filled with the sounds of the slaves; both mewling almost
hysterically into their gags. Mistress couldn't help but smile. A large
bowl was placed between his legs. It was standing on a four legs and had
hole in the bottom leading to a drain in the floor right beneath him.
Suddenly the obstruction in his ass was deflated and removed. He
expelled everything with wet farting sound, crying into his gag in pain
and relief. "There, there" Mistress said in a mocking tone speaking
close to his ear, just out of sight, "that wasn't so bad was it? So
we'll do it again, just to make you clean" and with that she jammed the
tube up is ass again, pumping up the bladder that kept him from
expelling it. He began to cry as he felt the water running in to him
again. "Aww, the little sissy bitch doesn't like her enema" she mocked
him "well too bad. We're just getting started".
When they did finish, she had given 5 more enemas each one seemingly
with more in it that the one before, some with cold water, others with
hot. He was spent, shivering with cold sweat running down his entire
body, his head hanging down as he cried. In the background Giselle's
mewling had taken on a less hysterical quality. Now she was just moaning
in pain.
Mistress removed the bowl beneath him and stood before him. "Filthy
slut" she said with reference to his legs that were smeared in liquid
shit. With this she too a hose with a spray gun attached and began
hosing him down with ice cold water. He recoiled in shock, but he was of
course going nowhere. When she stopped his was shivering with cold as
well as pain and exhaustion.
"Next I think we'll get rid of all that nasty body hair. Slave sluts are
nude". She then went to the trolley to get some items. As she passed
Giselle she smacked the girls ass hard and kicked the two weights so
that they began swinging again. Giselle's cries increased in volume. "Oh
do stop, you worthless cunt. You should have known better", Mistress
growled to Giselle. The crying died down a little. As she the came up to
John she first placed a bathing cap over his hair. The she produced a
roll of waterproof tape and put pieces of it on his eyebrows covering
them completely. Finally she closed his eyes, taping them shut. Mistress
then donned a pair of rubber gloves and fetched a large jar with foul
smelling, greasy looking substance in it. This she proceeded to apply
all over his body in thick layers, making sure that she didn't miss a
single spot, taking extra care rubbing it into the parts of his body
with hair on, even applying it in the ears and nostrils and in his ass
crack.
Not only did the substance smell very badly, it also began to burn. It
was like getting a full body rub in extra strength chili oil. Soon he
was writhing in pain, mewling pathetically into his gag. After 10
minutes or so he felt a cold, hard jet of water washing away the goo.
Although the water was ice cold, it was a relief to get rid of the
burning goo. As the water ran off his body he felt oddly nude in places
he hadn't done so previously: his crotch, his armpits. All his body hair
was gone! Before he even had time to try and shout his surprise out, he
heard Mistress voice: "There is nothing like making sure, is there?"
With that she began to lather him up in the smelly, burning goo again
not missing a single spot. Again he was left to writhe for 10 minutes
and again he was washed in icy water. He was crying again; crying with
pain and exhaustion, crying with hopelessness. This cruel woman, his own
aunt! would torture him forever. He just knew he could never escape
someone this thorough, this meticulous. Although he had dreamed about
being dominated by strong women, he had never imagined it as this cruel.
He just knew he would be subjected to things that were at least as harsh
as those Mistress had put Giselle through. And he had never fantasized
about that. They had always been much more soft and loving, the
domination scenarios of his dreams.
He was stirred from these hopeless thoughts by a gentle toweling.
Mistress was drying him ever so gently. When she was done, she removed
the tape from his face and the bathing cap from his hair. As she put on
a new pair of rubber gloves and took out a new jar, John began to
tremble in fear. "Silly slut", she remarked, "this is a nice cream that
will make much more soft an feminine. It won't hurt". And it was nice.
The cream was cool and scented with some pleasant flowery smell.
Mistress rubbed all over John's body, slowly and thoroughly again
getting into every nook and cranny. It was all very arousing and again
he became hard. "Horny little slut, aren't you", she mocked looking down
into his eyes. He couldn't hold her gaze and began to turn away. This
she wouldn't allow; she grabbed hold off his chin with one hand, while
taking a vice grip on his penis with the other. "You are a sissy slut
and slave. There is no denying it. Just look at how much you enjoy this"
she gave his penis a vicious squeeze "give in to it now. It'll make it
so much easier and a little less painful" she smiled cruelly at this
"slaves should always be tortured to some extent. After all, that is
part of their function". With this she finished rubbing him in and went
over to Giselle confused and excited, his member throbbing for a release
it wasn't granted.
Mistress set about removing some of Giselle's restraints. First she
loosened the straps that had held her so cruelly bent backwards. At this
Giselle's slumped forward, a sigh escaping the hood and gag. The she
removed the hook dildo in her ass, pulling it out not gently, but with a
powerful tug. A squeak escaped from the gag. Then she removed the hood
and gag. Giselle was a mess; hair disheveled, make-up smeared all over
her pretty face and her eyes blood red from crying. "Well?" Mistress
asked. "Mistress, thank you Mistress. Mistress, I promise you not to
disappoint Mistress again Mistress" Giselle said meekly. "Be sure that
you don't" Mistress said menacingly. She the crouched down and removed
the thin ropes securing the weights to Giselle's penis and balls, both
of which had turned a bluish, bruised color. Giselle uttered a sigh of
relief, shortly followed by a cry of anguish as the blood flowed back
into to parts, once again sensitizing them to the pain. She began to
whimper with the pain and tears began rolling down her cheeks. It was
clear that she didn't dare cry out loud. Mistress snorted contemptuously
as she walked to the far corner of the room and took a large bag of ice
cubes from a freezer. This she held with a towel, so she wouldn't freeze
her fingers off. On her way back she washed and dried Giselle's chastity
device, which she had picked up as she untied Giselle's member. She
crouched down between Giselle's legs and wrapped both the balls and the
member in the bag of ice, making sure that Giselle had no benefit from
the towel. Giselle screamed in shock and pain. "Oh shut, silly bitch.
You know this is necessary" she spat and Giselle's screams were reduced
to whimpers. She held the ice pack there for a few minutes until
Giselle's balls and penis were tiny and blue. Then she threw away the
ice, slipped the penis into its tube securing it with the metal wire
around the scrotum, and the balls into their cage. Then she locked
chastity device and pulled the string on the tube back between Giselle's
legs, fixing it on the back of the corset so that Giselle once again had
her balls crushed up between her buttocks and a smooth crotch. Giselle
writhed in pain emitting small screams through all this as the abused
parts tried in vain to regain their swollen state, only to be crushed by
the chastity device. Finally Mistress released Giselle from her bonds.
Unsteadily Giselle stood up swaying on her shaking legs and faced
Mistress, her hands clasped behind presenting herself to Mistress. "Get
dressed, you worthless slut, and clean up this mess" Mistress said
standing back to make sure Giselle behaved. Giselle dressed and began
cleaning everything up. As she finished, she stood at attention before
Mistress; her hands clasped behind her, eyes down, feet together. "Your
breach of the conduct code is going to cost you privileges" Mistress
said with ice in her voice. "Mistress, yes Mistress" Giselle replied in
the smallest of voices. "Fetch ankle shackles, a belt with wrist
shackles and a connection chain. All with the shortest possible chains"
Mistress continued. Giselle walked to one of the cupboards and brought
back the items Mistress had asked for. The first item was a wide leather
belt with a pair of leather shackles attached it via two 8-inch chains.
Mistress tied it around Giselle's waist locking it in the back with
padlock. She then secured Giselle's hands in the shackles, which she
also locked with padlocks. Next she crouched down between Giselle's legs
and attached the leg shackles, padlocking them in place. A 6-inch chain
connected the shackles. At the center of the chain Mistress fixed
another chain. The other end of this chain went up between Giselle's
legs and was fixed to her chastity device. This way when Giselle took a
(very small) step she would create tension between the chain to her
ankles and the strap tying her chastity device in place, pulling her
private parts first one way, then the other. As a finishing touch
Mistress got a ring gag from the cupboard. The ring was so large that
she had to angle it into Giselle's mouth using considerable force to
push the last bit by Giselle's teeth. Finally she tied the strap
viciously behind Giselle's head, so that the corners of her mouth were
pulled back quite a bit. "You may stand over there and watch" Mistress
commanded, pointing to a spot about 10 feet to the right of John.
"Mi't'egh, yegh Mi't'egh" Giselle drooled as she curtseyed and with tiny
mincing steps walked to the assigned spot and took up her position.
This done Mistress produced a corset from one of the cupboards in the
dungeon. It was just like the one Giselle was wearing; black leather
with steel supports. She proceeded to put it around John's waist after
which she began lacing it up. And she laced it up hard, real hard. Soon
John was taking small gasping breaths. Mistress knew what she was doing
and in no time John waist was much smaller than he had ever imagined it
could be. Mistress produced a measuring tape and placed it around his
waist. "Hmm 19 inches. We will have to work on that" she remarked with
obvious displeasure "but it will do for now". She left him to fetch some
things from the cupboards. First thing was a pair of ankle height
booties with 6-inch spike heels. "I don't believe in starting softly.
You are going to walk in shoes like these for the rest of your life so
you might as well get used to it" she explained as she put them on his
feet. Apart from the fact he wasn't used at all to wearing shoes like
these, they had to be at least one size too small. As she worked them
onto his feet he cried in pain into his gag. "Yes I know they are too
small, but you might as well get used to it. Nothing should be pleasant
when you are a slave. And you certainly are a slave of the most hopeless
and useless kind". She finished putting them on and laced them up. As if
to prove her point she took out leather strap which she tied cruelly on
his penis, just behind the head. He wailed as she led the strap between
his legs and pulled on it hard. It crushed his balls up between his
buttocks and left him with a smooth crotch. She tied the strap to the
corset, holding his privates in place.
Next was a posture collar constricting his already labored breathing and
holding his chin up. It had D-ring in front to which she fixed a leash,
leaving it hanging down his front.
His outfitting almost complete she went to wall and pressed a button
lowering him to the floor. As his feet made contact with the floor the
pain increased further as they now took all his weight. As she finished
lowering him she came over to him carrying what looked like a leather
bag. His arms were completely numb from the strain so she easily
gathered them behind his back. The leather bag turned out to be an arm
binder and she immediately began sealing his arms in it. He tried to
struggle but his arms had no strength. Mistress snorted with derision.
The arm binder was so tight that it fused his arms from the tip of his
fingers to his elbows. This made his chest stick out and his shoulders
hurt from the strain. Mistress finished the job by criss-crossing the
straps across his chest.
Without further ceremony Mistress led him by the leash to corner of the
dungeon, calling for Giselle to follow. In the corner was make-up table,
but without a mirror. Mistress sat him down on the chair in front of the
table securing him to the chair with wide leather strap across his
thighs. As Mistress finished Giselle caught up with them tiny mincing
steps coming to a halt right behind him. Mistress them freed Giselle's
hands and ordered Giselle to fix him up. She started by cutting his hair
after which she began applying make-up. She had obviously done this
before. When she was finished making John over, Mistress secured her
hands in the shackles and she took up position along the wall. Mistress
then yanked him up by the leash and led him on shaky legs, unused to
high heels to a large standing mirror. As she turned him so he could se
himself in the mirror, he was utterly shocked. Staring back at him with
a stunned look in her eyes was very beautiful and sexy slave girl. The
hair was in short but very feminine style, with a subtle part on one
side. The make-up was very subtle, hardly doing anything but enhancing
his natural feminine looks. His naturally full lips sucking on the huge
black ball gag was enough to make his penis twitch with arousal, which
of course just caused him more pain in its tied up state. But he hardly
noticed that a grunt of pain escaped his gag. He was completely
bewitched by the figure in the mirror. She had a very sexy hourglass
shape and her skin looked (and was) soft and white, her legs help in a
sexy pose by the high-heeled booties. She was flat chested, but it stuck
out in provoking manner. Her head was held high and rigid by the posture
collar a leash dangling down her front as a sign of her submission.
Mistress stepped up behind the slave girl holding her waist with one arm
and cupping her sex with her other hand. She whispered softly into the
slave girl's ear: "Now do you believe me? Don't you see? You are nothing
but a sissy slave, a little feminine plaything for some cruel Master or
Mistress. The only worth your useless slut life will ever have, will
come by providing others with a body to torment. You are made for this.
And deep down you not only know this; you want it, don't you" she
finished, still holding the slave girl gently but tightly. John was
loosing his grip on his life. The creature in the mirror was a natural
slave, no doubt about it. A slave GIRL. And he loved that creature; had
loved her ever since he had laid eyes on this slave girl's sister,
Giselle. Not only did he love the slave girl; he would love to be her.
He knew that Mistress was right.
And so with tears of defeat rolling down his cheeks nodded as best he
could, the posture collar restricting the motion of his head. "There,
there" Mistress mocked into his ear "there will be plenty of reason for
tears later. Right now I think it is time for a new name. One that fits
a little slave slut like you. I think Debbie is just right". He had to
admit to himself that Debbie was suitable name for a worthless slut like
her. With a shock he realized that Mistress had made an uncannily
perceptive choice. John could instantly feel how right the Debbie
personality felt. Debbie/John trembled with fear at this realization of
Mistress powers. She had transformed him, and the way he thought about
himself (or should she say "herself"), from an insecure teenage boy to
something like a whimpering, useless slave girl in just a few hours. And
she was just beginning. Of course he realized that the desire had been
there all along, but the speed with which she was turning him into her
shocked her beyond anything he/she had ever experienced. He/she felt
completely vulnerable and naked.
Before he/she could digest this, Mistress tugged her leash hard,
focusing the attention on Mistress: "Time to begin your training and
conditioning. We'll start by teaching you how to walk". Mistress again
tugged the leash, leading him/her stumbling into the middle of the
dungeon. His/her ankles kept twisting with each step and he/she walked
bent over because of the discomfort in his/her arms. "Straighten up!"
she yelled smacking John/Debbie on the thighs with a riding crop.
John/Debbie found that with this "incentive" he/she could indeed
straighten his/her back. Mistress now took a chain hanging from the
ceiling and fixed John's/Debbie's leash to it. She then reeled in the
chain until the slack was pulled out of the leash, using a remote
control for the winch. John/Debbie noticed that the chain ran to box
sitting on a rail than ran in a large ellipse on the ceiling, more than
40 feet at its longest. "Well Debbie, you useless little slut. In a
moment we'll start the lesson. Remember: No wobbling on those heels. Put
one foot in front of the other and wriggle that sexy ass. Keep you slut
ass high and your back straight. Here we go". With that she pressed a
button on the remote control and the box containing the winch set in
motion along its rail, dragging John/Debbie along with it. He/she almost
fell with the first step but he/she caught himself/herself and began to
stumble along. Mistress was over him/her from the first steps, not
accepting anything but perfection, shouting: "Straighten up! No
wobbling! Sway that ass!" and things like that while she whipped
John/Debbie along with her riding crop. The blows fell all over his/her
body: legs front and back, shoulders, chest and ass. When John/Debbie
instinctively tried to protect his/her ass with his/her bound hands,
Mistress exploded with rage: "You cheap, worthless bitch! Never try to
prevent ANYTHING I want to do! ANYTHING!" She then stopped the box
dragging John/Debbie along, went over to him/her and lifted up his/her
bound arms and began whipping John/Debbie's ass, only hard. In a matter
of seconds John/Debbie was screaming and crying, but too frightened to
try to move away from the blows. When Mistress finished beating
John's/Debbie's ass, she spread John's/Debbie's legs and landed a few
hard blows on John's/Debbie's bound genitals. The pain was so bad that
John's/Debbie's legs gave away as he/she tried to curl up, and suddenly
he/she was hanging from the ceiling by his/her neck. The broad posture
collar distributed the pressure so that his/her neck didn't snap, but
the pull on leash caused on of the edges to dig in to his/her throat,
cutting of his/her breathing. Choking he/she thrashed in panic, his/her
feet desperately trying to find the ground again so he/she could regain
his/her balance. Mistress stood looking by contemptuously, not giving
any sign of wanting to help. After what seemed like forever John/Debbie
found his/her footing and was able to stand again, badly shocked and
badly beaten. His/Her whole body hurt from the whippings, he/she could
only get air in small shallow breaths and he/she was still close to
panic from fear of Mistress punishment. "Before we resume your training,
you disobedient little airhead, you will take your punishment" Mistress
said. John/Debbie knew what he/she was supposed to do, but he/she
hesitated. It would hurt so bad! Mistress face tightened in anger "You
will take your punishment! Hesitation will only make it worse" she
growled at the almost panicking slave girl. With fresh tears streaming
down her/his face, whimpering her/his defeat into her/his gag, she/he
took up position facing Mistress her/his legs spread apart as far as
she/he could. "Better" Mistress said "I was only going to give you 5
more, but I think now we'll make that 15". Debbie/john mewled with fear.
Mistress took up position and swung the riding crop wide arch, so that
the blow came directly from below. Debbie/John exploded with pain,
screaming into her/his gag, almost losing her/his footing again. She/he
had almost found her/his footing when the next blow came, starting
her/his thrashing anew. When Mistress had finished the 15 blows,
Debbie/John was almost hysterical with pain, gasping for air. "Don't you
want to thank me for being so patent with you?" Mistress asked, her
voice filled with menace. Debbie/John nodded frantically. "Good. Then we
can resume. Remember what I said". Debbie/John had trouble remembering,
the pain was so bad, but the thought of more pain focused her/his mind
and she/he began walking again. At first she/he thought she/he would
faint from the pain: her/his genitals had swollen from the beating, and
the pain from their position being ground between her/his legs had
increased beyond belief. But as she/he swayed on her first step she/he
caught Mistress stern face out of the corner of her/his eye. She/he
would do anything to avoid a similar beating.
Once again her/his first steps were halting and insecure, but the fear
of Mistress focused her/his and soon she/he began walking with more
confidence, back straight, one leg in front of the other, her/his ass
swaying from side to side.
Of course Mistress was not satisfied and she continued beating her/him
when she/he made a wrong step, but the beating wasn't as concentrated as
the beating of her/his ass and crotch had been. These blows were
corrections, not punishment. As she/he continued under the watchful eye
of Mistress, her/his walk became ever more feminine, ever more sexy.
Although her/his ass was a little too bony, the corset made it stick out
and soon she/he couldn't help but sway in the most sexy manner possible.
When she/he had finally achieved the walk Mistress wanted her/his body
was completely covered in angry red welts and she/he was sweating from
the exertion. The pain in her/his genitals had become a constant sharp
ache, but the constant rubbing between her/his thighs was oddly arousing
at the same time. Demonstrating that you could do it once wasn't enough
for Mistress though. She made Debbie/John keep on walking, round and
round along the rail until the walk was drilled into her/him, until it
became the only walk she/he was able to. Mistress kept her/him walking.
She made Giselle fetch her a chair and a drink and with Giselle at her
side, she sat watching Debbie/John walk around for hours. At some time
during the endless walk, Mistress spread her gorgeous legs and made
Giselle kneel between them. And as Debbie/John tried to watch with ever
mounting arousal, she made Giselle lick her to a series of prolonged
orgasms. There seemed little doubt that Giselle was good and the licking
went on for what seemed like hours.
Debbie/John had lost all track of time, but it had to be late in the
night when Mistress finally stopped her/him walking. Debbie/John was
completely exhausted. Her/his body ached all over from the beatings,
her/his genitals from the brutal punishment, her/his shoulders from
their unnatural position and her/his feet and legs from the shoes.
She/he was ready to collapse from pain and exhaustion. Mistress came up
to her/him with a bottle with straw and removed a small plug in her gag
that Debbie/John hadn't even noticed. She pressed the straw into the
hole in the gag and ordered: "Drink". Debbie/John needed no incentive;
she/he drank as fast as she/he could, sucking the straw until nothing
was left. The Mistress brought another bottle and the process repeated
itself. Mistress then rolled over a small trolley on which lay three
syringes, a bottle of alcohol and some cotton swabs. Debbie/John looked
apprehensively at Mistress, but dared not move and inch or utter a
sound. Mistress noticed this with a smile: "Learning some discipline,
are we? Good. We need to do something about those non-existing tits of
yours," she continued as she rubbed Debbie's/John's breasts with
alcohol. This caused Debbie/John to scream into her/his gag as Mistress
rubbed alcohol into fresh welts on her/his breast. "Oh do shut up,"
Mistress said with some annoyance as she picked up one of the syringes
and injected its contents right behind Debbie's/John's right nipple. The
liquid caused a painful swelling followed by unpleasant warmth in
her/his breast. Mistress then did the same to the left breast. "This
will help you grow real tits in no time, you'll see". She then moved
behind Debbie/John were she rubbed one ass cheek in alcohol. This was
considerably more painful than it had been on her/his breasts, since the
welt were much more raw and Debbie/John jumped from the pain as she/he
howled into her/his gag. Mistress took no heed of this and injected the
third syringe into her/his ass. As she came round to Debbie's/John from
she said: "That last shot was something to keep you awake so that you
can train all night. We want to get it right, don't we?" Debbie/John
could only nod in agreement as Mistress continued: "Don't try to cheat
by changing your walk. Don't fail at any detail. Someone is always
watching" she pointed to the cameras in the ceiling, "and you will be
punished for all failures". With that she set Debbie/John in motion
along the rail once again. Debbie/John cried with exhaustion but she/he
didn't stop and she/he didn't falter. She/he had learned that lesson
well. Mistress stood watching for few minutes to make sure that the
slave had understood. Then she leashed Giselle and led her mincing with
tiny steps, always fighting to keep up, out of the room. Debbie/John was
left alone. She/he dared not fail, so she/he concentrated on walking in
the required manner but that wasn't so hard. It was practically already
second nature. But her/his mind was reeling with confusion and lust. Not
even twelve hours ago she/he had been insecure John going to see his
aunt and now she/he was almost the slave girl Debbie, an utterly
submissive creature who was aroused at the very thought of being
dominated and punished by Mistress. Her/his old life had slipped from
her/his hands and been flushed down the drain. After a while she
accepted this fully, giving in to Mistress. It occurred to her that the
beating she/he had taken in her/his crotch had been a factor. The fact
that she/he was getting aroused thinking about it had to mean that
she/he was giving in to Mistress, becoming more and more a slave GIRL.
Just like Mistress had said. Once the thought had popped up it couldn't
be banished; she knew it to be true and she accepted it. She(he) had
accepted her status as a sissy slave, and that acceptance had come
shockingly fast, blowing her(him) away. Now there was nothing left for
her(him) to do but keep on walking. Walking precisely in the manner
Mistress had described, every movement following Mistress instructions
to the letter. All night long.
