Slavery: Part 1 & 2

Captured & Operated on!

~ By Sabrina Jen Mountford

Also by the same author:-

 

The Clinical Trial (With The Receptionist [Now Re-released on Kindle!]

The Tormentress and the Boss

Slavery: Part 1 : Captured!

Slavery: Part 2 : Operated on : Forced Transsexual.

The Male Bridesmaid

The Hypnotist

A Sissy Story : WPC Domination

A Sissy Story : Feminized For Her ‘How he became a lesbian’

Cross Dressing : Schoolgirl Domination

Samantha’s Tale : The Deal (Prequel to ‘The Tormentress & The Boss’)

Anita’s Tale : The Sperm Donor

The Harem Slave

Femdom : The Dressmaker

Femdom : The Ex’s Revenge

Femdom : The Beautician Trap

Tickle Torture : Tickled into Submission

Tickle Torture : Tickled until she wets herself

The Male Bridesmaid 2 : The Reluctant Cuckoldress

Corporal Punishment : A Study in Caning (The BDSM Studies)

Orgasm Denial : A Study in Chastity (The BDSM Studies)

 

 

*Slavery 1 & 2 are available together and separately

 

Coming soon:-

Femdom : The Game

 

Planned Titles:-

A Study in Feminizatio n (BDSM Studies)

The Clinical Trial : Phase 2

Forced Fem : His first ‘Girls Day Out’ (Based on Fact.)

Femdom : Utopia – The Female Dominated Society

 

Compilations by the same author:-

Feminization Stories First Collection:The Hypnotist,The Male Bridesmaid

Feminization Stories Second Collection: Feminized For Her, Crossdressing: Schoolgirl Domination

Slavery: Part 1 & 2 : Captured & Operated on!

Tickle Torture : Tickled until she wets herself & Tickled into Submission

 

(For non-Kindle owners) Paperbacks by the same author:-

Feminization Tales: The Hypnotist,The Male Bridesmaid

 

If you read all my stories and want to read more similarly femdom themed stories, I highly recommend ‘ Aimee Allison’ and ‘Sandy Thomas’ both of whom write excellent femdom with forced feminization and chastity.

 

Sabrina Jen Mountfords Authors Blog and profile:

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6456589.Sabrina_Jen_Mountford/blog

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6456589.Sabrina_Jen_Mountford

 

Forward:-

 

What follows is an original work of erotic, femdom fantasy fiction involving female domination, BDSM, bondage, sadism, medical fetish, orgasm denial, male chastity, corporal punishment and more.  All of the characters and events within are entirely fictional and any resemblance to real life persons or places is coincidental. These works are femdom fantasy fiction, and I do not condone or encourage any of the acts described in this story being attempted in real life.  This material is suitable for over 18’s only.  All characters should be assumed to be over 18 and consenting.

 

This 27,000 word femdom novelette double bill is heavy with male chastity, orgasm denial, bondage, medical fetish, corporal punishment , and more.  If you like your femdom to portray a little over-the-knee spanking or the male being coerced into trying on a CB3000 for a night, then this femdom probably isn’t for you.  This femdom is for not for the prudish.

 

Incidentally if you’d like to be locked into a chastity device and live in the North London area the professional dominatrix ‘Rebecca Winter; will be more than willing to accommodate you and perhaps administer you some corporal punishment, while she's at it. If you're up for it and want to experience real female domination, please see   http://www.rebeccawinter.com   and don’t forget to tell her you discovered her through ‘Orgasm Denial : A Study in Chastity’ the scenes in this story are in no way reflective of a  session with Rebecca Winter.  Her promotion here is purely a ‘favour for a friend’ and nothing more.  If you want to watch some hot femdom action in film, then I suggest visiting http://www.femdomfilms.eu/ Enjoy the story.

 

* If you’ve read all mine, and want to read more of the same – please consider reading the following stories by Anne Michelle:-

Grounded in heels

The Writers Secret

Humiliation at the office

These stories are all my own, all copyrights are reserved, no reproducing these works without my express written permission.

~ Sabrina

 

 

Slavery: Part 1 : Captured!

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A long time ago, I had a normal life.  I lived alone, I worked hard I had a house, a career...
 

I worked for a climate control centre, which hired heating and cooling equipment.   A major part of the business was heating marquees for temporary events.  We'd provide them for weddings, for farmers markets, corporate events, birthday parties, all sorts. The routine was fairly straightforward - you turn up, set up the heater, hang the thermostat up and show the person in charge how to work it.

It was interesting work, you got to see some fascinating places, little did I know at the time - this was going to lead me into losing my freedom.
 

I turned up at an event on a Friday, late morning.  It was nearly three hours from the business premises, so the plan was do the job at the right time - then it wouldn't be worth going back to work for the last half an hour, so finish early. 

I pulled the van in, between two massive stone gate posts.  The gravel drive was long and wide and led through a wooded area.  I'd got three heaters to setup.  As the drive exited the trees I saw the house itself with the marquee in front of it.  It was a huge, rambling old pile, with immaculately tendered gardens.  I drove the van up and parked next to the marquee.  The marquee people must have already left, as people were busy fitting out the interior of the marquee and carrying things in.  I looked at my delivery note, according to the paperwork the person responsible was a girl called Nadine Burton.  I asked around and eventually managed to locate her.  A tall, blonde girl, athletic and with a certain something... She seemed somehow commanding and a person who had natural authority.  She was wearing jeans, an unflattering sweater and an old Barbour coat. 

"Nadine?" 

 

She smiled at me, "Yes, you must be the heater man?"

 

I nodded, "Right, where erm, where do you want them?" 

 

She shrugged, "Well, you're the expert... Where would you suggest?" 

 

I looked about the marquee, normally you'd put the heaters away from the dance-floor and bar area, trying to cover the seating area more than anything.  It didn't look like a normal set up though.

 

I looked at her, "What sort of event is this?  A wedding?" 

 

She laughed, then pondered for a minute, "Hmmm, no, it's not a wedding... How could I describe it?  It's a bit like… An exhibition, we have people selling things and demonstrating skills and erm, hmmm... An exhibition?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Seems a bit of a remote spot for an exhibition... And isn't the event tonight?  I'm sure I was told it was this evening?" 

 

She chuckled softly at this, "Oh, it's tonight, and we choose to do these things in remote locations, so as not to offend anyone... How can I put it?  We are really... Hmmm, let’s say it's an exhibition  about 'the alternative lifestyle'."

 

I smirked at this.  I'd seen the internet, I knew what they were talking about - or at least I thought I did.  I decided to take my time to try and get a peek at the things the women about the marquee were unpacking.

"Right, I erm, I tell you what - we'll have one on each wall blowing in?  That should do the trick."  She smiled, "Great!  Give me a shout when you're done."
 

I nodded and scuttled off back to the van.   Slowly I manoeuvred the equipment into place and started setting up the ducting and hanging thermostats.  By the time I was on the third heater they were for the most part unpacked, I could see shiny rubber outfits, leather, whips, things which essentially looked like medieval torture devices... It felt quite thrilling to be around.
 

When I'd finally got the last heater setup, I grabbed the paperwork and started hunting for Nadine.   I found her helping to erect a solid looking hardwood pillory in one of the corners, "Ahem, Miss Burton?" 

 

She turned around, ahh... Just a minute..." I watched them finish and check that it was erected properly.  It looked very substantial.  All around me was a literal Aladdin’s cave of everything fetish and BDSM...

Eventually Nadine was happy with the pillory, she gestured towards it, "There... You want to try it?" 

 

I backed away nervously, "I... I erm, don't..."

 

She raised an eyebrow, "You can't fool me, I can see you setting up camp in your trousers - go on, slip your head in... I won't tell." 

 

It was all very alluring... I'd never really participated in anything like this before; I'd seen videos but... I chuckled, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt." 

 

She smirked, “Good boy... Now come around here... That's it - ankles here, good... Now head in here, wrists in here... That's it now I'm going to lock you in."

 

The inserts for the head and wrists and ankles were leather lined so comfortable but a very snug fit.  This was a particularly cruel pillory as on top of the vertical stock holding the head and wrists, there was a horizontal one near the floor gripping the ankles.
 

The bolts slid and I was immobilized.   She chuckled at me, "How does it feel?" 

 

I tested the wrist holes, ankle holes, and head hole - they were all inescapable, "Comfortable... But secure!" 

 

She smirked at me, "Good... Now we can have some fun with you"  As she spoke she walked out of view, and I felt her behind me, she reached around my back and gripped my nipples in her fingers, through my tee shirt and pinched, I started yelping, begging her to stop, so she started twisting them back and forth.
 

“Do you like this?”

 

“ Aaargh!  Stop, stop!”

 

Soon I was screaming, she stopped and wandered around to the front, then lowered her head to mine, "Hmmm, such fun... Still comfortable?" 

 

I shook my head within its frame, "No, my legs are going stiff, my back hurts and I think you've nearly ripped my nipples off..." 

 

She ruffled my hair with a hand, "Oh come on, I was just having a bit of fun... You have such a pathetic pain threshold!  Hmmm, I could pull your pants down, and take you with a strap on couldn't I? “

 

I started thrashing and shouting, rocking the pillory, another girl out of view had her crotch up against my bum and was fumbling with my belt, "Can I take him?  Please?"  Nadine shook her head, "Nah... He's only here for the heating... Come on - let him out."
 

"Spoilsport."

The next thing I knew I was being released.  I straightened up, thankful to be able to stretch my back.  Nadine looked at my crotch, "My, my we have awoken something in you haven't we?  I'd invite you to stay for the event of course - but it's strictly for domina's only, unless you’d like to model the equipment for us?”

 

“Hmmph, thanks, but no thanks!”

 

She sighed.  “Fair enough, show me this heater..."
 

My nipples were still sore, and I'd been in terror for a moment when I thought the unseen assaulter was going to take me with a strap on... But it was so turning on!  It was fine blend of uncomfortable terror, with blissful desire... I couldn't explain it.  A little nervously we walked around the marquee and I showed her where I'd put the heaters and how to work them.  She signed the paperwork, and was showing me out of the marquee.
 

As we were leaving, I noticed something particularly strange, leaned up against a table.   It was a metal frame with a round loop at the top, hinged, with two little loops in the centre, and two loops at the bottom, I looked at Nadine, "What's that for?" 

 

She looked at it, and then smiled, "Ahh... That's called a scavengers daughter.... Do you want to try it?" 

 

I shook my head, "Not really!  Can't you just tell me?" 

 

She shrugged, "Oh go on, let me put you in it... You might not get the chance again?"
 

I looked about, it was still early... I was clearly in a remotely situated marquee with a horde of dominant women, but they'd let me out of the stocks, and all the worse for wear was sore nipples.   "Okay, put me in it."  

 

Nadine grinned devilishly, "Hmmm, with pleasure!  Sit down here, feet together, draw your knees up - good.  Right, this goes around your neck, tuck your elbows down - good, now give me your hands.  We lock these here, then this locks this ankle and this one locks this one... There you're all sorted!" 
 

I was seated uncomfortably, my ankles shackled together in rigid twin loop.   The main bar passed between my knees, then the wrist loops held my hands, and the neck loop fastened my head.  She stood up and looked down at me, "Can you move?"  I wriggled a little, tried to free one hand, then another, then a foot... It was very constricting and I was being held fast in a seriously uncomfortable position. "No I can't move!  Urgh!  This is uncomfortable!" 

 

She nodded, "It's supposed to be silly, it's a copy of a medieval torture device." 

 

I tried my restraints again, but I was secure... Escape seemed impossible, "Yes, it seems very secure... Erm, you can let me out now!" 

 

She leaned down to me, "No I can't...."

 

I pulled a face, "Let me out!"  She shook her head, "No, you said you wanted to try it - you've only been in it for five minutes, I think you should spend at least an hour in it - don't you?  Besides, I don’t have the keys to unlock you handy. "

I tried to shake my head, which was difficult, then started thrashing and trying to squeeze a hand, a foot anything out, "Let me out this instant!" 

 

She stood up and started walking away, to which I started screaming at her.  She didn't get very far when she turned and said, "Am I to take this pointless screaming that you want to try a gag as well?  I'm sure I can find you something suitable?"  I started screaming louder now and rattling my restraints, "LET ME OUT!  UNFASTEN THIS THING!" 

 

Nadine sighed deeply, vanished around the corner, the reappeared wielding a red ball gag.  It had a triangle above the ball, clearly to fit around the nose keeping it in place, and a strap going over the top, two around the sides and one under the chin. 

As she approached I made my protests, louder, but she simply used the opportunity to shove the ball into my mouth and started fastening the straps.  Soon it was secure, and totally secure... My protests had been forced into muffled grunts.   Drool was running down my chin as she leaned down to me face, "Now... Hopefully that will help you be quiet so we can get on... A little tip for you, try to relax and keep still and the time will fly by... Any more protests and I might keep you here until tonight and use you for demonstrating the equipment on after all - are we clear?  Good... Enjoy the scavengers daughter!"

With that she scuttled off, leaving me sitting submissively in the scavengers daughter, ball gag in place and drool running down my chin.  I watched the horde of women move in and start unpacking their things and setting up displays.   It was humiliating as much as anything, being forced to sit there submissively, gagged and totally immobile while an extravagant array of BDSM equipment was set up around me.
 

I would occasionally try rocking left and right and grunting at various women as they passed, trying to attract attention, however they would invariably either ignore me, or look at me scorn fully then walk away.  Eventually Nadine returned - she had a slim dark haired girl with her - who looked to be of Spanish or Italian origin.  Nadine led her to where I was sitting.  I rattled my restraints, grunted, and looked pleadingly at Nadine, "This is him..."

 

The darker girl walked around me eyeing me up critically.  She was a little more dressed up than the rest, in a short, red leather dress with knee high, leather, high heeled boots, "Hmmm, it's an interesting idea..."
 

Nadine smiled at me, I grunted through my gag, trying to get her to tell me what was going on.    She leaned down to my face, "Oh, don't worry, we're just discussing whether to let you go... Or keep you for demonstrations?  You clearly enjoy it so..." 

 

Although part of me melted with submission, and excitement at this, part of me was fuming.   Despite harbouring a deep desire to be their model and be used and abused in front of the domina’s, I started writhing and trying to shout around the gag, it wasn't long before I tumbled uncomfortably onto my side, still held fast in the awkward sitting position. 

 

Nadine and her friend were in stitches at this, they left me grunting and drooling on one side for a moment, then pulled me sitting upright again, by grabbing the shoulder.  Nadine was standing first, "You see, he's feisty, but he's clearly a natural submissive." 

 

The darker girl knelt down and slid a slender hand into my trousers.  The next thing I knew I could feel her gripping my cock - which was rock solid by now, "My, my.... He does like it!  We can have so much fun with this one - let’s keep him." 

 

Nadine smirked, "I thought you'd say that... Hmmm, how long until the guests start arriving?", "Oh not for a couple of hours... What shall we do with him until then?" 

 

Nadine shrugged, "Well we could either leave him here... Or knock him out until the show?", "Hmmm, that's not a bad idea, it should be much easier to get him ready with him unconscious." This conversation unfolding had been straining against my restrains, thrashing around and screaming protests into my ball gag of course. 

 

Nadine and her friend who I later learned was Jessica ignored my protests, "Hmmm, I'll go and see if Anita is free."

 

With that Jessica turned and scurried away, Nadine leaned closer, "We can tell you like this, Anita will administer you with a strong sedative.  When you come around we're going to use you for all sorts of painful but fun demonstrations... Hmmm, how can I put this?  I think you can consider yourself our property from now on."  My heart skipped a beat, the feeling it gave me when she said this was electric.  My head told me to resist though, despite wanting it, and my muffled screams started getting louder, she held a finger over her lips, "Shhh, don't worry, we'll take your van and park it elsewhere... When your company asks questions, we'll simply tell them you set up the heaters then left.  Welcome to your new life of slavery."  Were they serious?  Was it all a wind-up?  Maybe they would use me for one night, then let me go?  The thought of that was exhilarating, and I sat still, submissively, secretly looking forward to the experience.

As she was talking a petit, pale looking girl with long black hair appeared.  She was wearing jeans typical of the rest of the women setting up.  She knelt down, brandishing a syringe.  "My name is Anita Grey, I'm a qualified nurse.  Now Jessica has told me what we're doing with you.  I'm going inject you with a strong sedative, try to relax - don't fight it.  Once you're unconscious we're going to unlock you, strip you and get you locked back up - ready for tonight's show.  Try to relax." 

 

I was shaking my head frantically and wriggling my arms, desperate to avoid the injection, though secretly looking forward to it.  Submitting to this beautiful ‘Anita’ allowing her to drug me, I longed to allow her to, but my head resisted and told me to resist.  She held the syringe up and sprayed a little into the air to try to remove any air bubbles.  "Keep still; I don't want the needle to break off in you." 

 

I instinctively didn't comply, despite wanting it.

 

Nadine leaned down, "Keep still for Anita, or we'll be much more sadistic with you later.  There's no escape... If you want to make it easy on yourself, keep still for your injection." 

Anita leaned forwards with the syringe again, but still I thrashed around, Anita held the syringe back, "I think it'd be best to get him on his side - then I'll inject him in his bottom."   Amidst screams of protest and mad wriggling, Jessica and Nadine hauled me onto my side.  I felt Anita pull my trousers down then the scratch...

The feeling, of lying prone on my side while she forcefully sedated me made me quiver with submissive pleasure.  Gradually I could feel myself going drowsier and drowsier, as she pushed the plunger down.  The last thing I heard was Anita, "There... All done..."  As she patted me gently on the bottom.

***

When I came around, I found myself back in the pillory which I'd been put in during the day.  This time however, I was naked, and a sort of angled table with a cushion on top was propping my abdomen up.  My neck and wrists were firmly locked into the pillory and my feet were in the horizontal stock too, preventing any movement.  The table propping my abdomen up had a strap around it, holding me firmly down.  It appeared they had elected not to remove the ball gag, which was cutting into my face in places, and I could feel drool running down my chin.  I couldn't see what was happening, it seemed the pillory, me included, had been covered with a large purple, thick satin sheet.  It was thickly woven, so I couldn't see through the sheet, but I saw light creeping in around the bottom.  Eventually I could hear someone tapping a glass with spoon.  The murmur quietened down and I heard Nadine’s voice, "Ladies and ha! More ladies!  Could I have your attention please?  I am about to unveil our newest creation - the XC900, Ultra Restrictive Pillory!"

There was a whoosh as the sheet was pulled away and I was left facing a large crowd of ladies, all with champagne glasses in their hands, some dressed in a fairly vanilla way, others wearing extreme fetish wear, leather and pvc.  I started trying to shout 'help' through the gag, but they seemed to think this was part of the act.  Nadine had a slender cane in her hand, she'd lost the jeans and was now quite exquisitely made up and wearing a form fitting, tight, gold pvc dress. 

 

She flexed the cane in her fingers, "Silence slave... "

 

Then vanished behind me, I heard the swish of the cane and felt it land with force across my buttocks causing me to scream through the gag and strain against my bonds - even though it was futile.   She was now walking around the pillory pointing at aspects of it with her cane while talking about it, "This device is the result of a great deal of research.  With the new XC900 we have a table accessory for restraining the torso, and an improved ankle stock.  It's now on large castors - for easy moving, even on rough floors and we've modified it so the sub stands in a tray, raised off the ground, so it can be moved around with your submissive completely restrained." As if to demonstrate I felt the setup wheeled and span around.

The darker skinned girl - Jessica emerged at this point, she'd swapped her red leather dress for a black, PVC, skin tight cat suit, she was wearing a strap-on dildo. "The XC900 has been carefully designed to make pegging as comfortable and ergonomic as possible.  The pillory and the table that supports the body can be altered in height and the position of the stocks can be slid backwards and forwards.  Here at the back of the trolley, we've added an area for the top to stand at the optimum height, as I will now demonstrate." 

 

She lowered her face in front of the pillory and smiled to me.  “I’m going to peg you now slave, is that alright with you?”

 

She began gently stroking my hair with her hand, she was so beautiful.  “I know this is a new experience for you slave, don’t worry, I’ll be gently, you’ll enjoy it I promise.  Can I start?  Just nod.”

 

I thought about it, all these women watching expectantly, I’d never imagined being penetrated by a woman with a dildo before, but the though was so erotic, especially with all these women watching me.  It was scary, I was afraid, but I knew I’d never be in this situation again, I wanted to experience it, so I nodded slowly.

 

She smiled at me and stroked my hair.  “Good slave…”

 

With that she scurried out of view.  I felt her weight transfer onto the trolley, then something cold and slimy being squirted onto my bum.  I started wriggling, and writhing with anticipation, panting into my gag... Then I felt the end of the strap on pressing against my anus.  "Try to relax slave, it'll hurt so much less if you accept me willingly... Relax, relax... Good boy... My, my, you are tight in there... Now I know you’re a virgin, try to relax, deep breathe now!"

I groaned as I felt her feed the shaft in all the way, her thighs slapping against my buttocks.  It felt like I was being ripped apart.  I tried to wriggle away from her instinctively, wriggle her out - but she was gripping the front of my hips and holding her strap on in hard. 

 

Then she started rocking back and forth, I felt her hips gently slapping into my buttocks.  I felt the strap on sliding in and out, it was massaging my prostrate and I was completely helpless to stop her.  My muffled cries died down eventually, realising they were futile.  I could hear the murmur of how it looked comfortable and how they wished they had one in their dungeon.  Eventually after effectively giving me a good pegging, Jessica pulled out then patted me on the bum.  She vanished and Nadine took the centre stage, "Ladies, for the rest of the show, we're going to move him next to the whips and canes stall, so you try before you buy."

There was a brief round of applause.

The demonstration was over, but I was now being wheeled to a stand with a huge array of whips and canes and similar striking implements.  I tried to scream my protests, but if they were heard they were ignored.  Before long, I was facing the wall of the marquee, listening to discussions about preferred types of whips and canes and occasionally hearing the swish of a cane, bracing myself - then crying out in muffled agony as my buttocks were struck.  Most of the serious buyers were trying several implements, switching back and forth between them to get a feel for their preference.  The ball gag was making my jaw ache, my bottom was on fire and my whole body was stiff from being restrained... Yet, I was completely loving the experience, I felt so alive, it was such an exciting experience.  I was so glad they’d allowed me to be their model, I’d almost forgotten the fact that they’d effectively captured me.  The corporal punishment continued for several hours.  At the end of the night I was in tears, sobbing, whimpering softly every time a new customer stepped up to test an implement, but secretly melting with submissiveness each time an implement struck.

Gradually the customers died down.  Some of the lights were being switched off, and some of the stalls were packing up.  I couldn't see what was going on, but I heard voices behind me, it sounded like Nadine, Jessica and possibly Anita?  The nurse who'd injected me with something to knock me out.  I heard the snap of latex gloves being donned, and felt fingers gently manipulating my posterior, "Hmmmm, they've broken his skin in several places.... I'd better clean him up, I might put a stitch in this one, just to keep the scarring down."  At this this I again started my muffled shouts that it was time for me to be released, to which Anita simply called towards me, "Shhhh, keep still, if you're good I'll numb you up... Otherwise you can experience being stitched sans anaesthetic... Hmmm, I warn you though - it's very painful, it's up to you.  Keep still, keep quiet, I'll give you a numbing agent, keep playing up and I'll go in dry.  I’d be neglecting my duty of care not to clean these wounds up and stitch you."

This was too much, I was clearly bleeding on the posterior, I slowed my protests and began panting into the gag instead. 

At this there was a pause and I heard Nadine, "How about this here?"  I could sense Anita bending down for a closer look... Then inserting a finger into my anus, which was incredibly painful, I screamed again, it was Anita's voice I heard next, "Hmmm, Jessica's ripped him apart... I thought she should have started with something smaller... I'd better stitch this too." 

 

With that I felt my trolley being rolled backwards and Nadine walked around to the front of it.   "Now, be good for Anita, and she'll sort you out.  Look on the bright side too, at least your injuries mean you're going to have a break from being pegged and caned... You're our property now, so we've got to look after you... Ahhh, here she comes, now be good for Anita, try to keep quiet and still for her." 

 

I couldn’t explain it, but I felt so happy hearing this.  I shuddered with submissive pleasure.

I heard a trolley being wheeled up to my posterior, then Anita came around to the front, she was wearing a fetish nurses outfit now, she leaned towards me, "Ahh.... Are you going to be good for me?" 

 

I nodded, she smiled, "Good... Now, would you like me to take your gag out?  If you make so much as a whimper, unless one of us asks you to speak - then it goes back in, so think carefully before you go shouting out - you know nobody is around to hear you." 

 

I nodded and she started unfastening the buckles and pulling it off.  As the ball came out I breathed a sigh of relief, my jaw was aching, I had a taste of rubber in my mouth... She smiled at me, "Better?"

 

"Ye..." She raised an eyebrow and started to raise the gag as if she was going to put it back in, so I shut up and nodded enthusiastically instead. 

 

To which she smiled and lowered the gag, "Good boy, you're learning aren't you?  Because you're being so good, I'm going to inject you with a local anaesthetic, then clean up your wounds, stitch the worse ones, then stitch up your anal fissure, which Jessica created - then knock you out again so we can get you into your cage for transport." 

I quivered with excitement, even though part of me wanted to scream protests.  I was so tired, so in pain... So helplessly at the mercy of these beautiful, yet seemingly mad women... I thought about my options.  If I was going to make a break for it, then now was not the time.  Let her tend my wounds, knock me out.. Get some rest, then start looking for an opportunity to escape.  Or maybe not?  Maybe this was a chance to exchange my boring, vanilla life for a life of captivity, being dominated by these beautiful women?

She vanished behind the pillory and I felt the needle going into my buttock, "Try to relax slave, this won't take long."  I couldn't see what she was doing, gradually I felt more and more numb.  She started singing softly to herself while she worked, she had a beautiful voice.

As she was finishing Nadine reappeared with Jessica, "Ahhh, are we all done?  Is he being good?" 

 

Anita returned to front and patted me on the head, "An angel... And yes he's all cleaned up, stitched up and dressings where needed." 

 

Jessica leaned down towards me, "Don't worry slave, I know it hurts now, but you'll get used to it, it only gets easier." 

 

I opened my mouth to speak, at which Anita grabbed the gag and started moving it to my face, "Wait, wait!  Permission to speak please!" 

 

Nadine raised a hand and Anita lowered the gag, "Speak slave."

 

I sighed deeply, "Look, hasn't this gone far enough?   When are you going to release me?" 

 

Nadine chuckled, "Dear me... Didn't you understand when I told you earlier?  I thought I'd been clear enough, I've decided to take ownership of you.  I won't be releasing you, not now, not ever!  You are now my property, and the only way you'll be leaving my ownership is if I decide to sell you, you're not ready to sell yet though, I don' think we've sufficiently 'broken' you yet.  Now, no more questions for now, or you'll be severely punished, when you come around in your cage, try to get some rest... Anita, I think it's time to knock him out again."

 

I thought about complaining, but the truth was this was really what I’d wanted to hear.  I lay submissively on the pillory waiting for my injection.

Anita went behind the pillory, I felt a sharp scratch in my already tortured bottom and started feeling drowsy...

***

When I awoke I was lying flat on my back in pitch black.  The back was comfortable but my feet were fairly close together and I couldn't separate them.  I tried to feel upwards with my hands, and sit up, but the roof of this pitch black box was too close.   It felt lined, after an experimental knock, I decided it felt solid... I thought about what I could feel, the shape of it...

 

There was only one possibility that made sense - I was in a coffin.  I could breathe so they must have ensured there was enough air.  It was quite stuffy though, and my posterior was burning from the previous night’s torture.  I tried pressing on the lid a few times, then banging it, then shouting.  Then a tiny LCD colour screen flickered on at about eye-level.  It was Nadine, she appeared to be driving a vehicle, "Ahh... Good morning slave... Don't be alarmed, we've decided to transport you in a coffin for ease.  We're moving onto the next event now, when we get there, if you're good we may allow you to stretch your legs.  Until then, enjoy the ride, keep quiet, keep still... Oh and no masturbating, if you're bored go to sleep." 

 

The screen faded out and died down.  I could feel it then, the rumble of the vehicle.  I could almost hear it too, I lay back and thought about my predicament... They'd have to open the coffin sooner or later, I didn't appear to be restrained, they couldn't knock me out without opening it - so that was my chance of freedom.  I thought about trying to stay awake until it opened, but I figured we were on the road at the moment, so I'd have a better chance if I was rested.  

I tried to lie back, close my eyes and sleep... Not being able to turn over though, or even un-straighten my legs made it very hard.  I tried blanking my mind, I tried thinking about nice things.. Nothing worked... There was one hope for getting some sleep.  It wasn't hard... Despite the agony cause by the wounds and the humiliation... The events of the previous day had left me with an erection raging.  I just about managed to get a hand to myself and start stroking, the thought of being in the pillory, Jessica raping me with the strap on...

 

My hour in the scavengers daughter... Even Anita cleaning and stitching up my wounds.. When I came it was a violent explosion that shot all up my chest... I didn't bother trying to scrape it off, I tried to relax and drifted off into a peaceful, orgasm induced slumber.

***

The next time I awoke I was still in the coffin.  I could tell we'd stopped moving though.  I listened as carefully as I could, I thought I could hear people unloading, moving things around, only very faintly though.   I'd have my chance soon. 

Eventually I felt the coffin being lifted, and manoeuvred onto a trolley.  I was clearly being wheeled somewhere in the coffin.  It came to halt, I heard some clicking, then I could feel someone doing something with the coffin... They were unlocking it... This was my chance.

As the lid opened, the light blinded me and I flailed upwards, trying to attack anyone who might have opened it - just in case they were trying to knock me out again... There was nobody there.  When my eye sight returned to normal I could see the ceiling of a marquee... Through some steel bars.   I sat up, yelping in pain at my tortured bottom.  Nadine, Jessica and Anita were standing outside the bars of a large steel cage.  They'd clearly deposited the coffin inside, near to the bars then reached through to unlock it. 

 

Nadine chuckled, "Ahh... Good morning slave!"

 

I growled at her, "I'm not your slave!" 

 

Anita raised an eyebrow, "I'm afraid you are, whether you like it or not.  We're at the next show now, we're going to be busy setting things up for tonight, so I suggest you stretch your... Oh... He's messed himself..."

 

Jessica tutted softly, "After specifically being told not to masturbate - that's disgusting slave." ,

 

Nadine looked at me disapprovingly, "Dear me slave, can't even obey a simple instruction like that?  I think you're going to need some corrective punishment - don't you?"  I charged at the bars and started trying to force them apart.  Nothing would give, I tried sliding myself between them, but my arm would only go as far as the shoulder, there was no way my head or body would fit, and Nadine and her colleagues stood just out of reach.  Feeling defeated I stormed up to the door and started yanking and swinging on it - it didn't give a millimetre.  Nadine sighed deeply, "There's no use you know... You are quite secure... The sooner you accept your fate, and start to embrace it... The easier your life will become."

With that they left.  I wanted to protest, but I also wanted to melt with happiness.  Was it a nightmare or a dream? I couldn’t decide.

There was some bread and water in the cage, I resented it, but if I was going to mount an escape attempt, I'd need my strength - so I ate the bread and drank as much water as I could.

I spent a while trying to free myself from the cage, which was just wide enough to accommodate the coffin, and just tall enough to stand up in.  Several women eventually started loading boxes into the marquee, and unpacking, I tried to ask some of them to unlock me, but every time the answer was the same, a smile and a 'Why would I want to do that?  You belong to Nadine now.'  The afternoon drew on, soon it was late and everything was setup.  I'd seen Nadine, Jessica and Anita pottering about, but now they appeared to be coming for me.  Nadine spoke first, "Ahhh, slave, I trust you've enjoyed your afternoon of freedom?" 

 

I rolled my eyes at her, "Hah!  Locked in here, so much freedom, I don't think I can take it!" 

 

Nadine chuckled, "We've got to look after our property haven't we?  Tonight we're doing some seminars on Medical Fetish, Anita is going to be teaching all sorts of techniques on you - should be fun."

 

I quivered with excitement, and a secret longing to be used by Anit, then I glared at her, "I won't let you!" Nadine smirked, "You think you have a choice?  Now come and put your bum up against the bars so Anita can give you your injection."  As if inviting me Anita sprayed some drug in the air from her syringe and beckoned me with her finger.

I glared, "Forget it!"

 

Nadine sighed, "Jessica, the tranquilizer gun..."

 

I saw Jessica depart and return with a rifle she levelled it at me through the bars, "Like shooting fish in a barrel *chuckle* " 

 

I looked at Nadine, "You can't do this!" 

 

Nadine shrugged, "Can't I?  By the way, the tranquilizer darts only come in vetinary strength, I think these are for horses... So you may feel quite ill for some time... Are you sure you don't want to accept your injection willingly?"  I looked at the rifle, one way or the other there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.  I thought about one chance, I could put my arm through the bars as if offering to be injected there, then grab one of them and force them to let me go.  I held my hands up, "Alright... I'll let Anita give me the sedative injection." 

 

I walked over holding my arm out, I reached through the bars, Anita raised an eyebrow, "In the arm?  We can do that - grab him." 

 

I felt Jessica and Nadine grab my arm sticking out of the cage using all their bodyweight.  I tried to bend it, but they held it straight out, vein up, Nadine glared at me, "Stop struggling, keep still for your injection!"  I carried on struggling, Anita picked up the gun, "Last chance slave, keep still or I fill you with horse tranquilizer."  

I didn't want to be shot with the tranquilizer gun, at least I wasn't going to be anally raped and whipped until I bled tonight, I'd have to save my bid for freedom for another time, or accept my fate?  I relaxed.   Anita put down the gun and re-took her syringe, I watched the needle go in, and Anita push the plunger in all the way... Then immediately I had to lie down, and I fell asleep...

***

I came around to the sound of people milling about.  There was the definite hum of human conversation.  I couldn't see, I could feel smoothness on my face and I sensed a hint of purple.  I had to be under the sheet ready for unveiling again.  I tried to move, I was in a different apparatus this time, on my back semi reclined, with my arms secured by my side.  My legs however were bent at the knee, raised up and spread apart.   I had a gag in, which seemed different to ball gag I'd worn at the previous event.  I tested my bonds, my feet, legs, arms were tightly fastened, there was a strap holding my neck, keeping my head onto the head rest.  I was helpless...

 

Fear started to grip me, but also anticipation!  I was afraid yes, but also so excited.  Despite my fear I was looking forward to finding out what Anita was going to do to me.

 

I lay there, contemplating my fate, until I heard the tapping of a spoon on a glass.  The murmur quietened down and I could hear Nadine’s voice, "Ladies, tonight Anita is going to be giving several demonstrations of medical fetish techniques, and you'll all have a chance to have a go yourselves.  Before we start, could you please put your hands together for our willing volunteer, 'Slave sissy boy' "

 

The sheet was whooshed away and I could see.  There was a big crowd, I tried to convey through my looks and muffled groans that I was NOT willing and that this treatment was being forced upon me against my will.  If they got the message they certainly didn't show any sign of caring.  

 

As I looked around Anita reappeared in view, this time wearing what was essentially a traditional medical profession uniform, and pushing a little trolley.  She had a plastic apron and took a seat on a stool which was just out of my view, in between my spread-eagled legs, "Now, gather around, come closer for a better view if you can't see." 

 

I heard the snap of latex as she donned some gloves, then I felt her grab my penis and hold it up, it immediately stood to attention, "Now I was going to start with a demonstration on catheterization, many of you will have clients who've requested it - but didn't know how to perform it safely.  Unfortunately 'Slave sissy boy' has quite a tight urethra, so to begin with I'm going to give him a good 'sounding' to stretch the urethra, and allow me to get a good gauge of which size catheter tube to put in."

I started thrashing about, at the thought of having a catheter in, but stopped when Anita held up some spiked crocodile clips, "Now slave, we can either do this the easy way... Or with crocodile clips on your nipples and foreskin - which is it to be?"  I looked at the clips, they looked razor sharp and very serrated.   I certainly did not want them clipping anywhere on my body... I lay back and tried to keep still.  As I thought about Anita manipulating my penis, inserting the catheter I began to feel pleasantly submissive again.  I heard the rattle of implements being spread out on the tray, then Anita's voice, "Now, the first thing with sounding is to make sure your sounds are sterilized, the inside of the urethra and bladder are prone to infection, so make sure they are completely clean and sterile... Unless you want your subbie to have a water infection of course." 

 

This cause a murmur of giggles.  She was now rubbing something cold and runny on my penis head, "Make sure you use medical grade lubricant, it's sterile and works better for these kind of treatments.  When you've lubed him up and you've lubed your first sound up - it's time to go in.  Don't be too ambitious to start with, we're trying to gently stretch the urethra, rather than rip it apart... Well, unless you want to do some permanent damage to subbie." 

 

Again, a few chuckles in the crowd.

"When you're ready, hold the penis like this, and your sound like this, the thick end here, gradually, slowly work it in. " 

 

I was seriously uncomfortable now, I'd never had anything shoved down my urethra before and it felt almost painful and very strange.  "Good slave, try to relax, good... Nearly there.  When you get this far you might have to change the angle slightly, okay try to pee for my slave."  I resisted, and I could feel the sound pressing on the urethral sphincter, "Try harder slave, try to empty your bladder, good.."

 

I hadn't been able to help it.  I felt the sound slide in and my whole penis felt very uncomfortable, I was moaning softly into my gag.  Anita piped up though, "If you want to really have some fun you can connect electrics to the sound like so - we put one clip on the sound - here, and we can put one on the scrotum here... Then turn up the intensity."  I was now jumping up and down on my tortured bottom in the gynaecology chair, whimpering and pleading for mercy.  She seemed to leave it running for an age while she looked on and smiled.

Eventually she switched off the unit and withdrew the clips, then started pulling the sound out, "When you remove the sound, try to go slowly too, you don't want to tear the wall of the urethra.  There, now we're ready to move up to a bigger sound." 

 

I groaned as I felt another sound being shoved hard down my urethra, again she had to firk it around to get around the corner, "Okay pee for my slave." 

 

I could see no point in resisting now, and I was enjoying the sensation of helplessness, so I tried to pee and felt it shove into my bladder, "You don't have to sound all the way into the bladder, but I like to.  I like the discomfort this causes subbie and it makes the electrics much more effective - observe."

I felt the clips go on, then I was writhing around, bopping up and down in the chair and whimpering.   I could just make Anita out over the pain, "This is a great way to punish subbie, it doesn't mark and it's so less tiring!"  There were laughs at this.

Anita switched off the electricity and slowly removed the sound, "Now we're ready for the next size up - would anyone like a go?"  A woman in a smart business suit stepped up, Anita offered her the box of sterile gloves, "Samantha Burns, so good to see you again..."

 

The woman took some gloves and snapped them on then sat on another stool next to Anita.  Anita handed her the next sound and the lube, "Start by lubing his penis up, try to cover the opening in the urethra, now lube the sound up... Good... Now start inserting it, straight as you can. We're really stretching his urethra now so you might meet some resistance.  If it stops, pull back a tiny bit then ease it forwards smoothly." 

 

This time it was really stretching the urethra and groaning at the uncomfortable sensation.  Anita piped up again, "Good, that's nearly all the way down - at this point you need to change the angle, drop this hand, then raise this one, but try not to let the sound slip out... Good, now ease forwards until you meet the bladder sphincter - listen for his grunt of discomfort..." 

 

Sure enough I grunted softly as the sound shoved into the sphincter, Anita looked up at me, "Okay, pee for her slave... " 

 

I complied, feeling I had no choice, then felt the sound slide deep into my bladder, stretching my urethra to almost ripping point.  Anita handed 'Samantha' two crocodile clips, "I think this is as far as we'll go, we'll leave this in for a while to let the urethra stretch, while we go for refreshments... We can hook him up to the electrics so he doesn't get bored - this clip on the sound, good, now clip the other on the bottom of the scrotum... That's it - now switch on here."  Throughout this part I was trying to plead for mercy, but the gag was so tight and restrictive all they'd hear was muffled screaming and grunting.  When then the electric kicked in it was more intense than ever, I started screaming, writhing in agony... However then, as they walked away I began to revel in my hopeless situation, so under their control, so helpless, it sent waves of deep submissive pleasure through my body…

Then Nadine appeared and threw the purple satin sheet back over me.  I heard the crowd drift away leaving me to be shocked continuously, bouncing up and down in the gynaecology chair.  I think I must have passed out eventually...

***

When I came around, the shocking had stopped, but I was still covered by the sheet.  I could hear the murmur of conversation, occasionally a familiar voice.  I decided to try to keep quiet to prolong the period of relief.  My entire genital area was on fire, the stretching of the urethra and the shocks had left me a quivering mess.  I tried to subtly slip my hands out of the wrist straps, I tried all my bonds but it seems I was restrained very carefully to offer no hope of escape... I thought about whether I could somehow signal that I'd been captured and was being held against my will - but something told me these women probably didn't care or wouldn't believe me... I had to endure, maybe try to gain Nadine, Jessica and Anita's trust - then try to escape, if I decided that was what I wanted to do.

Eventually the purple satin sheet was thrown back revealing the crowd again, Anita now wielding some plastic tubing in a clear packet.  She turned her back to me to face the crowd and held up the contents of her hands, "Now ladies, we are going to look at catheterization... Slave sissy boy has not had a drink for a while, so we're going to setup an interesting torture, we're going to do a form of water torture.  Firstly we catheterize him, then lead the run off into this pump, which we then connect back to the tube on his gag, force-feeding him his own urine, automatically.  Now, a volunteer?"  Someone new stepped up, she wasn't on first name terms with Anita like this 'Samantha' who had sounded me before...

 

She sat down and snapped some latex gloves on.  Anita began her instruction, "Good, now take the packet, these are sterile, so you should only open them when you are ready to insert.  Now lube up the penis head as before, as if you were going to sound him, that's it... Now open the packet and start feeding the catheter in, through some lube into the urethra, try not to handle the catheter... Good, keep going, now there's a bend you have to work it around there, that's it..."

 

I was groaning and wriggling while this was happening, the sensation of having a tube inserted deep, deep into my urethra both alien and disconcerting, but I was totally helpless to stop it, and I was finding being in this situation so erotic I almost didn’t want to stop it, I was silently revelling in my helplessness.  Eventually I felt the dull ache of the catheter hitting my bladder sphincter. 

 

Anita piped up, "Ah good, now pee for me slave... Good.. Can everyone see the urine running out?  That's good that means she's in the bladder, we'll put a clip on this tube for now, we don't want to empty him just yet."  I heard the click of a clip being fitted.  Then Anita continued, "Now once you've seen urine, with a Foley balloon catheter you need to push forwards another two inches - that's it, keep going... Good - now hold it there... Now I'm going to take this syringe of sterile water and inject it through here to inflate the balloon, that will prevent the catheter coming out - don't insert too much, follow the instructions or you can burst it."  There was a pause, I saw Anita looking down demonstrating something to the ladies crowded around and the girl sitting next to her.  She looked up, smiling, "There, that's in, we can give it a little tug now to check..."

 

I felt a sensation of pulling on my urethral sphincter, tugging at my bladder. "Urngh!"

 

She tested it a few times, the sensation of having a Foley balloon catheter in my bladder and having her playfully pull the water filled holding balloon towards the sphincter caused uncomfortable groans...

"Now we've got him catheterized, we'll hook his feed tube up to the gag like so..."

 

Anita's smiling face now appeared I tried to shake my head in revulsion, but she ignored it and connected to the tube to the little tube on the front of my gag smiling warmly at me as she did. "Now we put the run off from the catheter into this little collecting tray in the pump, when it fills up, it will pump everything back into him.  Last thing we do - remove the clip."  As she spoke I heard the click of a clip being removed and I felt my bladder emptying.  Knowing what was coming I started trying to make pleading noises, to get her stop it before it force-fed me my own urine, but Anita and the crowd simply watched on chuckling and giggling at my predicament.  As my bladder started to feel empty I heard the pump whirr up....

The warm, bitter urine was shunted up the tube.  I watched it fill in horror, then it was being forced into my mouth, right down the back of my throat.  The only thing I could do to avoid drowning was to drink as fast as I could... I gulped and gulped, emptying my mouth as fast as the pump was filling it.  I had to fight back the urge to retch once or twice... Then it was over.

Anita now stood up holding another large syringe, "While we've got subbie in this position, I'll show you another technique you can try.  In the medical profession we call it bladder washing, it's useful before a patient is about to receive cytoscopy.  First of all I'm going to clip the outlet again.  Now this tube here is an inlet, so I connect this large syringe here and slowly push the plunger down..." I felt my bladder filling up again uncomfortably, she'd filled it near to stretching point... I was desperate to pee... It was burning, I started grunting and moaning and trying to bounce up and down on my chair. 

 

Anita continued, "I've now filled him, up with more than his bladder normally carries, so he is now desperate to pee.  Of course he can't, because I'm controlling his bodily functions... Well, some of them, the others we're going to move on to next... I think we'll leave him full up for now, see if we can't stretch his bladder a bit.  You do have to be careful with this - you don't want urine backing up to the kidneys... Unless you want subbie on dialysis!"

The chuckles were a little stifled now... I tried to quietly plead with her to release the clip through my gag, it must have been barely distinguishable, she simply smiled at me, "Shhhh, be patient, you can have your drink shortly, first of all we need to give you your enema."

 

Her soft, almost caring voice… Despite her cruelty and sadistic treatment, I decided there was nowhere more I wanted to be.  I relaxed and waited in anticipation of her next treatment.

I knew what the enema meant.  The discomfort in my bladder was so great, I felt it preferable to keep still than thrash around so I sat submissively while Anita invited another volunteer to have a go at setting up a 'double balloon' enema.  Anita looked back at the crowd, "New volunteer? Ahh... Good, come to the front, take a seat.  Now the rectum isn't as prone to infection as most parts of the body.  Before you dive in with the enema, I always like to give the patient a thorough digital rectal examination, to make sure the path is clear and to loosen up the anal sphincter."

 

I felt her squirt lubricant onto my anus and watched her lubing her finger up, then she bent down out of view, "Deep breath slave..." I groaned as I felt her slide her finger into my anus.  My full bladder was irritated further by her probing finger and I squirmed uncomfortable, moaning softly...

 

"When you're doing this, try to feel the prostrate, it should be at about the base of the penis, it should be firm but not hard, about the size of a walnut... If you want to you can massage it, you can even use this technique to 'milk' or extract semen from slaves wearing chastity devices so it's a good one to practice.  I'll demonstrate this now - but you won't see any semen come out, because of the catheter tube I've still got in him." 

 

I felt her pushing and pulling on my prostrate, circling it and pressing, then releasing then rubbing... It was torture, it was kind of painful and uncomfortable, but turning on... The combination of the restraints, the full bladder and the catheter tube simply meant I could not get hard in anyway, I could almost feel semen being forced into the tube which prevented it entering the urethra, like a pressure building up... My head was spinning at this point, anything she was doing to me would have been torture, but the fact that while she was doing it I had a bladder so full it was fit to burst, and she wasn't allowing me to pee made it all a hundred times worse.

Soon I was whimpering softly, helpless to escape her torture... Then she stopped, and withdrew her finger, "There , I think he's loosened up nicely now, if you could glove up, then take the enema tube..."

 

I heard the snap of gloves and the tearing of a packet.  "Now take some lube and re-lube his anus up."  I whimpered softly as I felt her finger gently massaging lube into my anus. 

 

"Good, now we'll inflate the outer balloon like this... That's right, now slide in as far as it will go, then we inflate the internal balloon... Good..."  I could feel the two balloons now, both either side of the sphincter locking the tube in place.  Anita turned to the gathered crowd again. "There are several solutions we can use at this point.   Body temperature, clear water is the least intensive treatment we can administer... Cold water will cause cramping, as will sodium phosphate solution.  If you want to cause long term embarrassment to your subbie, then using mineral oil will leave them seeping and soiling their underwear for up to twenty four hours.  Anything other than these, I wouldn't recommend.  Today I'm going to administer a sodium phosphate solution, which will irritate the bowel and cause severe cramping." 

 

At that point I saw someone out of view pass her a steel stand with a hook.  She took a clear see through bag, medical looking with some blue writing on it and hang it on the hook.  Next she knelt down and I could feel her connecting the tube to the enema tube.

She stood up and held one hand on the clip holding the solution in the bag and looked at me, "I'm going to release the enema solution now - it will cause severe, long lasting cramping I'm afraid, but there's nothing you can do about it - so just lie back and try to relax." 

 

My bladder felt fit to burst at this point, I whimpered softly into my gag, begging for mercy... Then she unclipped the clip and squeezed the bag forcing the solution down the tube into my colon.  I felt cold inside, I could feel myself filling up uncomfortably...

 

Once the bag was empty she was passed a second bag, "We're going to use two bags to give him a high enema, and maximize the cramping and irritation.   When you're changing bags, keep the tube up high so you don't get any run back - I like to clip it off just in case.  Once it's connected, we unclip and squeeze again..."

I groaned as I felt my abdomen bloating up, my bladder was bursting, my intestines were cramping... I'd never felt so uncomfortable in my life... She left me there whimpering and groaning, twisting and pulling on my bonds uncomfortably... Tears running from my eyes... Yet I felt so submissive, on the one hand it was the most physical discomfort I’d ever been in, but mentally, being under her control was an amazing sensation.  I thought I was beginning to fall in love with her.

Anita was addressing the crowd again, "Now we him totally under our control, we are completely controlling his bodily functions.  At this point it is me who decides when to empty his bowel and his bladder - not him.  This puts his submissiveness on a new level, and it's an incredibly effective predicament to put subbie in to really break him down.  And of course - because we've got him in so much discomfort, any torture we decide to administer at this point, will be ten times as effective.  Observe."  Next Anita applied sharp, hard gripping crocodile clips to my nipples, causing me wince, then whimper in pain.  She addressed the crowd again, "Don't be tempted to run electricity across the heart, it can kill subbie I'm afraid... The safest place to administer electrical pain is the genitals, observe."  With that I felt a crocodile clip placed on the tip of my penis and one on my scrotum, causing me to yelp twice.... Then she started fiddling with a little box with wires coming out of it.  Soon I was bouncing up and down and screaming as she ramped up the intensity.  Ignoring my torment she turned back, "Now, I think subbie has earned a rest... And a drink!  So we'll release the clip here..." I felt my bladder opening, and the urine rushing away... The relief was immense, but when the whirring noise started up, the relief turned to horror as the urine was forced up the tube and into my mouth.  I swallowed and gulped and desperately tried to get it all down so I didn't drown on my own urine.

I could hear the guffaws from the crowd as I was frantically drinking my own piss... Then another shock to the testicles, while I was drinking... It was agony, it was torture... I could just hear Anita explaining to the group, "I've set his shocker onto a random shock, random timer, random intensity... I think we'll leave him to his fate now... His bowel will continue cramping, as he drinks his urine, it will pass down in to his bladder and make the cycle again.  The random shocks are really the cherry on the cake... If you ever need to break a slave quickly, and mercilessly - then a night spent in this predicament really can't be beat." 

 

A night?  A whole night in this setup?  I was so uncomfortable, so tired... My mind was completely broken already, I couldn't image being left like this.  Anita approached my face and leaned closer.  She was beautiful, her long black hair, tied back so neatly, her lips a blood red... In her institutional nurses uniform, she looked so caring and concerned... It was inconceivable that she was the one who had effectively put me in this living hell, as a cramping, shocking, one man water cycle.   She leaned closer and stroked my forehead gently with her fingers, "Night, night honey... Shhh.... It'll all be over in a few hours - try to relax."  Then she pulled away and pulled the sheet back over me.

I could hear them milling about, but I couldn't take my surroundings in.  I spent the next few hours whimpering, crying and yelping at the shocks... Or frantically gulping down pee... Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes passed like hours.  Amidst the torture I was undergoing, I was vaguely aware that it was getting quieter as customers were leaving the exhibition.  I'd lost all perception of time, it felt like I'd been there for an eternity.  Eventually the sheet was pulled back, Anita disconnected the electrics and emptied my bowels.  She disconnected the force feeding tube and clipped off my catheter tube.   "Well done slave, I think we'll leave your catheter in for now though."  Nadine and Jessica arrived shortly, with the woman in the business suit whom Anita had shown how to use a sound, they were eyeing me critically, sipping nearly empty champagne glasses, Nadine turned to Samantha, "So Miss Burns, did you enjoy the show?"  she sipped her champagne, "Please, Miss Fisher - I decided to name myself after my business seeing as Fisher Creative had a respected name when I took over its running." 

 

Nadine nodded, "Thanks for your work on our adult dating site, the pictures of the Chinese Girl spanking the sissy in his panties are fantastic.    We've had a lot more conversions since we changed the images on the site." 

 

Samantha nodded, "Oh yes... I was quite fond of those myself!  We did those on his interview day... I've even made him into my own chaste sissy slave now you know." 

 

Nadine raised an eyebrow, "A willing or unwilling?" 

 

Samantha shrugged, "Does it matter?  I think she's still a little resistant, but I'll keep breaking her in... I even have a buyer for the Chinese girl too you know, she's under lock and key, being broken in as we speak." 

 

Nadine chuckled, "I have to admire your business model Samantha, its perfect... The buyers all want a freshly broken in slave, employing your staff, having them model for photos and then capturing and breaking them to order... It's a brilliant idea...."

Samantha nodded, "Hmmm, although the unpredictability of slaves can be a problem... Take Alicia, the Chinese girl?  I've taken a twenty five thousand dollar deposit for her, but breaking her is proving difficult... She's a feisty one... "

 

Nadine nodded, "This one is quite resistant." 

 

Samantha chuckled, "I knew he was an unwilling... I'd have thought tonight’s treatment would be very effective in breaking him..."

 

Nadine gestured towards me, "Do you get many requests for male slaves?" 

 

Samantha shook her head, "No, most of my clients are looking specifically for female slaves... If you're thinking of selling him you could always make him transgender, transgender can fetch a good price."   

 

Jessica rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "We were thinking of castrating him and making him female... Once he's broken in of course."

 

I started making desperate protests through my gag at this point, despite the tiredness and fear - I couldn't believe they were standing around, casually discussing whether to castrate me and make me into a woman!  Although at the same time, it was sending my head spinning with submissive pleasure.

Nadine pointed at me, "Pipe down slave, or I’ll get Anita to castrate you here and now... Good... "

 

Samantha sipped her champagne,  "You shouldn't castrate him really... It tends to be rather too effective.  A lot of the control and entertainment from male slaves is to be got from their testosterone and hormones.  If you castrate him, he'll gradually lose that drive and become more.... Hmmm, less... Well, any potential customers will be able to have less fun with him...  Have you thought about permanent chastity instead?"  

 

Anita at that point joined them, "I agree with Samantha, I have personal experience of it actually.  I owned a slave once who consented to me castrating him.  I ended up releasing him afterwards – he just wasn’t the same as a she.  After I’d done it, I had had an idea for a procedure I could perform on a male slave, well, perhaps perform on her or him as he is now... I've been doing some research and I'm ready to try it on a volunteer." 

 

Samantha raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

 

Anita stepped in between my stirrup lying, spread eagled legs and started demonstrating on my genitals with her fingertips as she talked, "Normally for a straightforward sex change operation, we make an incision in the scrotum here, pull the testicles out and snip them off.  Then rather than perform a penectomy, we make an incision here, tuck this here, pull this forward and form a vagina and a labia here, using these parts... What I'm looking at is a semi-permanent reversible feminization operation - so you can make him male again if you choose too... I'd push the testicles up into the body, we call it a radical reverse orchiplexy, then put a special crimp on the dissected penis I designed myself, it allows her to pee but not have erections or come, and if we push part of the penis in here, then pull this part of the scrotum tight here, and make some small incisions and stitches here and here... I think I can give the genitals a convincingly feminine look, while retaining the psychological and chemical effects of having sperm producing testicles, albeit now inside the body cavity."

Samantha pulled her face, "But wouldn’t the testicles being in the body damage them?" 

 

Anita shook her head, "Not that I know of, so far as I know the only long term effect would be a slight loss of fertility.  However the build-up of testosterone and sperm due to permanent denial more than make up for it."

While they were talking and pulling my genitals around into different positions, discussing the surgery I was lying back sobbing... Feeling helpless and terrified of being castrated, at the same time, almost wanting it. 

 

Samantha finished her drink, "And are you going to do it to him?"

 

Anita shrugged, "Well.. He's Nadines really... I think she wants to castrate him...."

 

Nadine shrugged at this, "I was going to castrate him, give him a full feminization surgery, softening the features, slightly, hair removal, some nice breasts... Hormones, vocal chords... " 

 

Samantha shrugged, "I think you should let Anita try her new surgery out on him, you can do all those other things to him of course... You have to put yourself in the male submissive mind though, try to imagine all those hormones and chemicals running around in your brain... Then imagine having no hope of release, the hormone generating organs removed... Desires slowly dying down and fading away... Eventually his not male, not female brain becoming completely asexual... They become difficult to control, depressed... It's not fun owning a castrated slave."

 

Nadine raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you speak from experience?  Have you ever had one of yours castrated?" 

 

Samantha shook her head, "No a friend told me about their bad experience.  Well, I'll be honest I'm breaking my sissy slut for sale to a client who had a similar experience, because they simply aren't happy with their castrated slave any more - I think they've decided to sell their eunuch on."

Nadine looked deep in thought for a moment, "Hmmm, interesting, maybe you're right, maybe I shouldn't have him castrated..." 

 

Anita smirked at me at this point and tugged on my testicles playfully, "Lucky slave!  Looks like you get to keep these after all!" 

 

Jessica rested a hand on Samantha's shoulder, "And how is your client 'Donald' finding your arrangement?" 

 

Samantha chuckled at this, "As expected the reality of being imprisoned and tortured is not quite living up to his fantasy... He's started trying to wheedle out at every opportunity... The trouble is he seemed to suspect he'd feel this way so he set the arrangement up so there is every incentive for me to keep him enslaved permanently.  Everything that he owned transfers ownership to me within twelve months now, once that period’s over I have no obligation to keep him... Hmm, if Anita's surgery suggestion works out well on your slave, maybe I could book you in to do Donald for me?  I'm sure I'd get a great price for a slave who'd undergone this radical surgery."  

*[To read more about Samantha Burns and Donald please see 'The Tormentress and the Boss' and ‘Samantha’s Tale’ by the same author.]

Nadine chuckled, "Well you know where we are, once we've operated on Slave sissy boy we'll let you know how it went."

Samantha smiled, "I'd better get back, I have to feed my slaves."  Jessica offered a puzzled look, "That's very caring of you Samantha?" Samantha chuckled, "Oh not that sort of feeding, it's all part of my breaking programme.  I find nothing breaks a slave like force-feeding them their own bodily fluids."

With that Samantha left.  The three women who had become my captors approached the head part of the gynaecology chair and Anita unfastened the gag, Anita spoke, "You've been a very slave good tonight, we've moved far more medical fetish and electrics than we normally do.  Whatever we do to you seems to boost sales at these events."  I groaned, my mouth still stinking of recycled pee, and bowels and bladder still feeling like they'd been through the ringer, "Are you going to let me go yet?" 

 

Nadine chuckled, "Let you go?  Of course not!"

 

Jessica piped up, "You're good for business... Besides, aren't you excited you're going to be a guinea pig for Anita's new surgery!  You're going to be the world’s first female with internal testicles!  Constantly turned on, never able to come... Doesn't the thought of it just make you melt?" 

 

I was almost crying, "I don't want surgery, I don't want to be a woman!  I just want to go...."  Of course I was saying this, but internally, I was enthralled at the thought. 

 

Nadine sighed deeply, "He has been good tonight... Maybe we should treat him?  We have been pretty extreme in what we've done to him." 

 

Anita rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "Hmmm, it's Friday night - we should get him ready, then take him to the fetish club... Maybe even, if an opportune chance turns up - give him a test?" 

 

Jessica smiled at me, "Would you like that slave?  Come to the fetish club with us tonight, if you behave, we'll set you a test to see if you can prove to us you aren't the natural submissive we think you are?  If you pass - we'll let you go?"

I sighed a sigh of relief, "Yes, fine, thank you!"

Anita held up the catheter tube, "I suppose I'd better return control of your bladder to you."  she fiddled with the catheter and slid it out.  My urethra was burning, but it felt good to be free of the catheter.  While I was watching her Jessica had picked up something that looked almost like a pair of stainless steel underpants.   "What's that?"

 

She smiled at me, "Why, your chastity belt of course!  This is a male one, it'll keep you from getting erect, having sex, masturbating... And it's got a locking butt plug too, you'll thank me for that though, some of the gay men at the fetish club might not take no to an answer seeing a slave on offer like you're going to be."  

 

Nadine pointed to me groin, "We'd better get rid of all that hair first, we don't want it pulling and chaffing."  Anita did the honours using a cream to remove any hair.  Despite my situation I found being strapped to the gynaecology chair, with Anita smiling and caressing my genitals as she carefully removed all my pubic hair so intensely arousing.  When she was done Jessica, Nadine and Anita inserted my plug and locked the belt into position.  It was very comfortable considering, until I started to feel aroused and my penis almost pierced itself on some spikes hidden in the tube.

When I yelled out Anita leaned closer to me, "Shhh, try not to get aroused, it will be very painful if you do... There, good slave..." 

 

Nadine then vanished for a moment and reappeared with a locking steel collar with a bulk on the side, she proceeded to lock it onto my neck, "This slave, is a steel locking, shock collar.  It's a bit like the ones you fit to dogs, but you can't take it off.  We'll all have a remote, there are several intensity settings, they go from nought up to ten, one will have you on your knees and five will knock you unconscious.  Stand back ladies, I want to give him a level one so he knows I mean business."  Anita and Jessica stepped back and Nadine pointed a remote at me and pressed the button.  I writhed in agony for a moment, scrunching my face up and trying to shake the collar so the contacts would break contact with the skin.... I was left panting, gasping for breath, "That's a level one slave, you can image what a level two is like, if you can't imagine, simply disobey me and you will find out."

Anita rubbed her chin thoughtfully, "Hmmm, he needs something to wear... " 

 

Jessica shrugged, "I don't see why... It's a warm night." 

 

Nadine chuckled, "I have the perfect idea... Wait here."  With that she wandered off to rummage through some bags, she returned with what looked like a pair of ladies high heeled shoes, except  they had a thick ankle band attached to the heel.  "These are our very popular 5" locking heels, I'm going to put them on you - so you can’t run away from us... If you remain my property, and I decide to feminize you further - I'll probably take you up to a 6" heel, but these will help you get used to it in the meantime." 

 

I watched her lock one foot, then the other into the heels.  The shoes and the strap were very tight and the little padlocks looked secure.  If I did try to run away tonight, I'd be running away in 5" heels.

That done the three women slowly released my restraints.   They led me out of the marquee towards the car park, me teetering on the heels.  Outside Nadine exchanged brief words with the girl who was organizing the packing up of the things.  They then led me to a large burgundy Rolls Royce Phantom.  Jessica and Anita sat in the back with me in between them, Nadine drove.  They allowed me to keep my hands free, but I still felt totally under their power.  The chastity belt, the memories of my vicious whipping, anal penetration and Anita seizing control of my bodily functions and electrocuting me inside and out were having a profound effect on me.  Even the inescapable high heels, forcing me to arch me feet and push my calves up...

 

It was a surreal feeling, cruising along in this luxury car, in between two breathtakingly attractive women with a third in the front...  I could have been in heaven...

 

But I could also have been in hell...

 

I found myself loving and hating my captors at the same time, especially the beautiful but cruel Anita Grey.  Part of me wished I was ‘Anita’s Property’ rather than Nadines, but part of me shook with fear at the idea of what Anita might do to me if I was her property.  I wriggled uneasily between Jessica and Anita, the smooth sheen of Jessica's red leather dress and the cotton fabric of Anita’s demure nurses uniform...

 

We sat in silence, I was constantly wincing with pain from the spikes in the chastity belt.  Eventually the car pulled up at the fetish night club.  Nadine got out first and helped Jessica and Anita to get me out of the car.  As we walked towards the club I saw something odd, outside the club were five attractive girls each one handcuffed to the railings.  Each girl was wearing a sissy maid outfit, with a whitehead gag mouth spreader, something I'd seen on the internet.  It was kind of like a metal brace holding their mouths open.  Each gag was strapped in place and around each girls neck hung a sign which said, "I am a public toilet and cum repository - please fill me up."

The five girls looked rather the worse for wear.  Several members of the public had clearly taken them up on their offer, their maids uniforms were all soaked in urine with splatters of cum down them, and they all had cum spattered over their faces where people had missed or in their hair... There was something in their eyes, something which said they were in the same boat as me - I didn't think they want to be there.  I looked at them pityingly as I was marched into the club.

Inside the fetish night club it was surprisingly less offensive than I'd feared. It was like a normal night club for people who like to wear fetish clothing.  Nadine found a booth and sat us down, I noticed I was getting approving looks from people, who noticed the heels and the chastity belt and my probably abject humiliation.   It felt good to have a break from torment though, and I was pleased it seemed they were going to offer me a chance to somehow earn my freedom.  Nadine soon arrived with drinks, champagne for the ladies and a nice cold beer for me.  She handed it to me, "Here you go slave, don't say I don't look after my property."  

 

The others chuckled at this, Jessica rubbed my thigh provocatively, "You see slave, it's not all bad being a dominant woman’s property is it?" 

 

I could only nod softly, "Well it's been an interesting... If painful experience... I hope my bum isn't all scarred, I couldn’t say it hasn’t been exciting." 

 

Anita chuckled at this, "Oh, I've stitched your bottom up really neatly, if you do have any scars they'll be little pretty ones... Hmmmm, you seem very confident - you don't know what we are going to give you as a task to win your freedom yet?" 

 

I shuddered, "I'm not going to forget the last couple of days... That's for sure.  It’s been an amazing experience, I… I almost feel like I don’t want to escape... But I’m not ready to give my life up, I want out, and whatever you can ask me to do will require some effort, and I am willing to put whatever effort it takes to get out of this situation." 

 

Nadine smirked at me, "Hmmmm, you are?  Well I think you're crazy.  You can lie to yourself - but you can't lie to me.  I've seen the way you reacted to everything... You're a natural submissive, even if you don't want to admit it.  You want to be controlled and tormented by a dominant woman.... "

 

I raised an eyebrow, "Have you captured people like this before?   Is this sort of thing common?"

 

Jessica shook her head, "We don't deal in slaves - that's Samantha's field.... And I think she specializes in female slaves... It goes on, but it's not cheap.  If you fail our test, and we break you, get Anita to perform her surgery on you.... And find the right buyer - we might get $300,000 for you or more on the international market... "

I snorted, "What you're doing is illegal and immoral!"

 

Jessica shrugged, "Well, it's illegal, but is it really immoral - if when we'd got you in the scavenger’s daughter I'd reached down your pants to find you flaccid... We would have let you go there and then.  You can deny what you are - but you can't change it."

 

She was right of course, even now I was so, so tempted simply to tell them I didn’t want to be free.  It was as if I’d somehow fallen down a rabbit hole into an alternate life, with beautiful dominant women for company, and a constant excitement, the likes of which I’d not felt for years, wondering what fetish they were going to inflict on me next.  I was afraid, afraid of giving up my old life, afraid of whether I’d feel this way in three years, in five years in ten… I was afraid they’d go ahead with Anita’s surgery, though at the same time I could almost imagine lying on the operating table, with Anita wielding the scalpel… It was frightening, but also strangely desirable.  I wanted it, but I was scared.

The conversation flowed, the music echoed in the background.  Drinks flowed one after another   When I had to visit the toilet, they humiliatingly took me to the ladies to make sure I didn't try to escape.  They talked about business, the 'lifestyle' we talked about how they'd all got into the 'lifestyle'...

 

It was a couple of hours later when Anita sat up straight, "I have the perfect idea for a test for Slave sissy boy!" 

 

Jessica leaned closer, "What?"

 

"Well, you remember the five maids outside?  I think Slave sissy boy has been long enough sans orgasm to have built up some serious semen... And he's had a few drinks since he's been to use the toilet - let's leave.   If on the way out he can use each one of the five public toilet and cum repositories on the way out, we let him go?"  Nadine laughed loudly, "Hah, ha!  He has to pee in each girls mouth going down the line, then cum into each girls mouth afterwards?  Okay, I'll agree to that!  Let's go!"

They marched me outside and I looked at the pitiful girls still handcuffed to the railings.  They looked a real mess, they smelled of pee and their faces and hair were smeared in cum.  Nadine unlocked my belt and my penis stood to attention, "Okay slave, do your business, we'll be inspecting, everyone has to have a dose of urine and cum or you're mine until I sell you." 

 

I looked at them, I felt a sudden pity for them.  If one turned their head or wouldn't keep still for me... It could ruin my chances.  I knelt down, and waited until I had their attention, "Okay, I'm sorry for doing what I'm about to do - I need to pee and cum in each of your mouths to win my freedom.   If I can, then I'll try to get you all released too.  Okay?" 

 

They were in tears, almost sobbing, but they nodded.  I started going down the line, squirting a trickle of pee into each mouth.  It was hard stopping my pee each time.  Peeing hurt too, the catheter had left my urethra tender, but I managed it - the last girl in the line probably had it worse, having to gulp down pee for quite some time.   

They all complied though and drank deeply while Nadine, Jessica and Anita watched on, that was the easy part.  I started masturbating, thinking about what had happened to me over the last two days, within a few shakes I felt the surge and squirted a huge glob of cum into the first girl’s mouth.  I couldn't stop then though, I tried grabbing my penis and bending it hard in half, it still sprayed out - this time hitting her in the face, I hobbled to the next girl and just managed to get a few drops into her mouth.   I waited for it to subside then and walked to girl number three, this time it took some time, frantically beating back and forth.  When I eventually did come it was not as violent as the first one and died down fairly quickly.   I was hurting everywhere, the high heels weren't helping.  Every time I'd come Nadine, Jessica and Anita had cheered me on.  I was now at girl number four, I started beating... It was taking ages... I carried on, desperately trying to get turned on enough, desperately wishing I'd managed to spread the first burst out more effectively.  Eventually my wrist and penis were hurting and Anita started singing, 'Oh why are we waiting...' I carried on faster, tensing my legs up, groaning and moaning and I came....

A tiny glob of semen appeared on the tip of my penis I held it out for the fourth girl, who licked it off.  Nadine smirked at me as I struggled to the last one, "Well done Slave sissy boy, last one and you're free!" 

 

I looked down at the maids face, it was willing me to get it over with so I could free them.  I started, but as soon as I started I knew it wasn't going to work.  I wasn't even going to get hard.   It didn't feel good, it just hurt, I groaned and tried faster, Nadine, Jessica and Anita were laughing their heads off at me.... I couldn't do it... There was no more cum left in me.  The maid was looking at me pleadingly.  I glanced at Nadine, Jessica and Anita, they were in tears they were laughing so hard... It was my only chance I stopped, turned and started running awkwardly in my heels.  I'd hardly got about five steps when I felt the shock collar go off and I went skidding to the floor in agony.

Anita was on top of me, I felt a needle enter my neck and the last thing I heard was Anita, "Oh well, brave attempt Slave sissy boy..."

[To learn how the maids got into their situation – read ‘The Clinical Trial’ by Sabrina Jen Mountford.]

 

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~ To be continued in part 2, Sabrina

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Part 2 : Operated on : Forced Transexual.

I had been captured, tortured, and humiliated by Nadine, Jessica and the cruel nurse Anita…

 

Samantha Fisher had convinced Nadine not to castrate me, but to allow Anita to perform an experimental feminization surgery on me… A surgery which would effectively make my genitals appear to be female, but to still have testosterone running through my veins, driving me wild with frustration… It was a scary thought, but somehow preferable to being castrated…

 

As a gesture of kindness to her property Nadine had offered me one chance to win my freedom.  Outside the fetish nightclub there were five maids handcuffed to the railings each one with a sign around her neck, ‘I am a public toilet and cum repository please fill me up.’ They were all wearing steel mouth spreader gags… 

 

[Please read ‘The Clinical Trial’ to learn how the girls got there.]

 

My final test, a last chance to win freedom had been to urinate and cum in each of the maid’s mouths… And I had nearly done it, so nearly done it…

 

In the end I realised I wasn’t going to cum and made a run for it, teetering awkwardly in my locking high heels and chastity belt.   Before I’d run five paces, I was shocked to the floor with the remote control shocking collar Nadine had locked on to me…

Anita was on top of me, I felt a needle enter my neck and the last thing I heard was Anita, "Oh well, brave attempt slave sissy slut..."
 

 

I came around feeling groggy.  When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurry and I ached all over.  There were cuts and grazes on my legs and arms from where I’d scraped along the pavement after being shocked to the floor by the girls…

 

I automatically reached up to my neck, the collar was still there, I reached down to my groin, the chastity belt was still attached… Part of me had hoped this had all been some terrible nightmare… I’d been captured, drugged, sodomized, caned, whipped, catheterized, electrocuted and given an enema… All against my will.  Slowly I sat up in bed… And I actually was in a bed.

 

My vision was clearing now, and I groaned to see my feet were still locked into the five inch heels with the locking ankle strap.  I bent over and tried to pull my foot out of the hated shoe, twisting it one way, then the other, trying to prise the strap, or just pull… Nothing… I tired the other foot, even more aggressively, I was soon grunting and panting and getting frustrated…  There was no moving it, the heels were on my feet to stay.

 

Frustrated I tried to take in my surroundings.  It appeared I had been housed in a fairly well-appointed room.  The bed was a luxurious four poster, with frilly, girly pink satin sheets and pillows with lace around the edge.  I swung my feet sideways and fought myself up – which presented a challenge in the heels.  The room looked like it had antique furniture in it, nothing too fancy but all good quality.  As I teetered and wobbled towards the window I spotted the bars, they were thick and appeared to be concreted in.  Beyond the window I saw a manicured garden stretching out before me – the sort you might find on a remote stately home.

 

On the one hand, the room was like a magnificent guest room in a stately home, on the other hand it was a prison cell.  There was one door to the room, which appeared to be steel lined and very sturdy, with a small viewing window in it. 

 

I knew the door wouldn’t open, but I had to try it anyway, I approached, closed my hand around the knob and twisted… Nothing, I pulled, then pushed… Nothing…

 

I paced about the room for a while, but found it started hurting my calves soon.  I’d never worn high heels before, now I’d been in the locking heels for a whole night and I desperately wanted to flatten my foot.  I sat back on the bed, resenting the silky satin covers which brushed against my naked bottom and thighs as I sat.  I pulled my right foot up hard to inspect the shoe.  It was a tight fit.  It was like a mary jane pump, but with a strap over the bridge of the foot – presumably to make it harder to escape from.  I tried gripping the heel and pulling down, sliding the show about and twisting left and right, it was too tight and wouldn’t move a millimetre.

 

I rested that foot back on the floor and pulled the other up, it was even tighter if anything, if it had been any tighter it would have cut my circulation off.  I still tried to pull it off, trying twisting and stretching the leather, but nothing.  It was almost as if the leather had steel bands stitched into it.

 

After fighting with the shoes for some time I stood up awkwardly and approached the window again.  I tried the bars, but they were solid as a rock.

 

The house was silent; there wasn’t a soul visible through the window.  I resigned myself to sitting submissively on the bed, contemplating my fate.  The collar, the chastity belt and the locking high heels were providing a constant reminder of my predicament.

 

As I sat there, my eyes drifted around the room once more.  There was also a dressing table with a large mirror and drawers in it and a large old fashioned wardrobe in the corner.  I got up awkwardly again and approached the dressing table, sitting at it and trying all the drawers.  There was women’s underwear, bra’s panties, stockings, suspender belts, all that sort of thing.  There was make up, which I had a quick rummage through hoping to find some nail scissors or a nail file which I could perhaps use to jimmy some of the locks holding my collar, chastity belt and heels on.  

 

Of course there was nothing useful, sighing deeply I rose to my feet and crossed to the wardrobe in the corner of the room.  Upon opening it I saw various dresses of different types.  There were some long flowing ball gowns, maids uniforms and nurses uniforms.  I pulled the feminine garments out of the way to see if there were any male clothes hidden at the back – nothing.  There wasn’t even a female pair of trousers or top, the whole cupboard was stuffed with feminine dresses and nothing else.

 

As I stood there I heard a click.  I turned to face the door, it had moved… Clearly it was unlocked and had opened.  Could be a chance to escape?  I walked carefully over, my high heels clicking noisily on the wooden floorboards.  I pulled the door and sure enough it opened.

 

I popped my head out into the corridor and peered one way then the other.  There wasn’t anyone around.  I pulled back into the room and took a look at myself.  I couldn’t make a break for it like this…

 

Even if I could make it to a road, I doubted I’d be able to flag a driver down wearing nothing but the collar, chastity belt and heels.  I thought about checking the other rooms for some male clothes, but I doubted they would even be open, let alone have male attire in them.  After much deliberation I decided my only chance was to put one of the dresses on and make a break for it.

 

I returned to the wardrobe and looked through the dresses.  There was nothing I really wanted to wear, I certainly didn’t want to wear a maids uniform, and the beautiful flowing gowns with their thick silky, satin linings were far too feminine… It had to be the nurses uniform, my reasoning was at a distance I might look like Anita, who seemed often to be wearing one.

 

I pulled one off the hook and unzipped the zipper down the front of the dress.  I stepped in and slid my arms through the sleeves, then zipped it up to the neck. The skirt section was fairly tight and meant walking would require an element of feminine deportment.

 

Gingerly I made my way out of the room and started clicking down the corridor.  I felt like I was being watched all the time, from hidden corners… I kept expecting a door to swing open and one of the girls to catch me…

 

It was almost too easy, as I came to the end of the long corridor I saw the large gallery staircase in what must have been the main entrance hall looming into view.

 

Soon I’d be out of the front door and on my way off the premises.  I was a little concerned about tackling the gravel drive in the high heels and wondered if there would be a gate or similar at the end of the long drive which might be difficult to traverse.

 

I stepped through the doorway into the entrance hall and started down the stairs to the first landing.  I had to hold onto the banister rail tightly, traversing the steps in a dress and high heels was proving challenging – however I made it.  I could see the front door now!

 

Wobbling and my calves burning I made my way down the next flight.   The floor of the entrance hall was covered in elaborate encaustic tiles, which clicked noisily under my high heels.  I made it to the front door and had to use the handles to support my weight, I was in so much discomfort from the high heels.

 

I pulled the door… Nothing, I pushed, nothing… I started pushing and pulling desperately – then I heard the clicking of footsteps across the tiled floor.  There Nadine and Anita appeared entering from one of the downstairs rooms, Nadine spoke first, “Ahh… You’re up… I think you’ll find you’re locked in though I’m afraid – we don’t want you wandering off and getting lost.”  Anita chuckled at me, “Hmmm, you’re dressed… You’re not dressed properly though are you?  I think we need to give you some lessons… But before we do, perhaps we should start you on your way to transformation.”

 

I glared at her, “I don’t want to be a woman!” Nadine shrugged, “Well you won’t strictly be a woman, I’ve decided to follow Samantha Fishers advice and not castrate you after all – we’ll simply modify your body to give you the appearance of being female.”

 

I glanced at the door at the opposite side of the hall to them.  “You can forget running away, I have your shock collar remote on me.  One push of the button and I have you on your knees.  We’re concerned about the healthiness of continually drugging you to knock you out, so we’re going to give you a chance to learn to be more obedient – but rest assured, if you prove too rebellious – we’ll happily start administering you with more drugs without hesitation.  Now are you going to be a good girl and behave for us?”

 

Inside I was screaming ‘no’ at the top of my voice, but the fear of the shock collar, the fact that I didn’t where I even was or how remote this house was… I felt very helpless, I simply nodded.

 

Anita tilted her head to one side and smirked, “I want to hear you say it, say, ‘I’m going to try to be a good girl from now on.’ Or it’s shock time…”

 

I groaned, “Please…” Nadine held up the remote and smiled, it was almost within reach… Was she tempting me?  Did Anita have a spare?  Was Jessica standing around the corner, waiting with another remote?  I could have lunged and tried to grab it… But I didn’t dare…

 

“Say it!”

 

I groaned, “I’m going to try to be a good girl from now on.”  Nadine and Anita both beamed at me.  They clearly thought they were starting to break me.  Anita rubbed her chin thoughtfully, “Hmmm, I see you’ve chosen the nurses uniform – why did you decide you wanted to wear that one?”

 

“I didn’t want to wear any of them!”

 

Anita glared at me and held up another remote, “Don’t contradict me slave!  You did want to wear that or you wouldn’t have put it on would you?  Nobody made you did they?”

 

I sighed deeply, “It was the least embarrassing and feminine garment I could find…”

 

They chuckled at this, Anita crossed her arms in front of her, she was wearing casual clothes again, as was Nadine, actually making me feel even more ridiculous…

 

“I think it’s time to fit you with your bra.”

 

I laughed this time, “I don’t think I need a bra…” Anita raised an eyebrow, “This is a special bra, it’s designed to make you require a bra… Follow me, any rebellion and you fry.” The meaning was clear by the way she brandished the remote shocker.

 

I didn’t know what she meant by the special bra though, I followed, uneasily, “Can you take the heels off me now please? “  Nadine had fallen in behind me, “No, we’re going to keep you in heels all the time now – it should tone your calves up, give you a more feminine gait and eventually your calve muscles will shrink meaning you have to wear heels all the time.”

 

I groaned, “I don’t want to wear heels all the time, I don’t want to wear heels at all!” Nadine giggled a little, “That’s too bad seeing as you’re my property and I want you to wear them.”

 

I felt helpless, my calves burning I followed, carefully placing my toes first, then transferring the weight to the heel once I was stable.  We ended up in what appeared to be a medical room, there was a set of handcuffs hanging on a chain from the ceiling.  Anita pointed at them, “Take your dress off and handcuff yourself up.”  I looked at them, then looked from Anita to Nadine… This was getting worse and worse.

 

I pulled the dress off and put my wrists into the steel bands.  I closed them, allowing them to ratchet together for a few clicks, but I tried to leave them slack enough that I could slip my hands out if I got a moment alone.

Anita tutted under her breath at this and stormed up to, grabbing the cuffs and ratchetting them up so that they were cutting into my skin, “Nice and tight please, we don’t want you slipping out.”

 

My calves were killing me, my wrists barely had circulation, I desperately wanted to sit down – but now I would be forced to stand.  After a few moments Jessica appeared, wielding what looked like a stainless steel chastity bra, but with nipples on the domes which were designed to cover the breasts.

 

It looked cruel, and I did not want to wear it, but I was helpless.  Without speaking a word, Jessica and Anita pushed the cups over my nipples and used d-rings on the bra and my collar to join the bra and the collar up.  A steel band held the cups firmly in place and the entire bra was joined to the chastity belt.  It was very tight and wouldn’t was cutting into my skin everywhere.  They looked enormous, but I could tell my male breasts weren’t filling the cups. 

 

Anita then wheeled a trolley up to me while Jessica fastened an ankle spreader bar to my feet.  Nadine meanwhile unscrewed the nipples which turned out to actually be dust caps.  I glared at her, “What are you going to do?”

 

Anita pulled a hose from the trolley and started screwing it onto one nipple, “These are Schrader valves, the cup is sealed around your breast.  I’m going to vacuum all the air out, so that your skin stretches to fill the cup.  Once you’ve stretched nicely, we can look at fitting you with some nice large implants, I think we can comfortably make you a d-cup at the very least.”

 

I opened my mouth to protest as she screwed the second hose on, so I now had one hose connected to each cup.  Before I could speak Nadine had pushed the button on the vacuum pump on the trolley. I felt my breasts gradually become more and more in pain as the vacuum increased, stretching my small breasts.  I wriggled a little, the cuffs were too high for me to interfere with myself.  Soon my breasts were seriously hurting I pleaded with them, “Please switch it off, please!”

 

Nadine shook her head, “No thank you dear, we’ll get your breasts nice and stretched, then it’ll be time for us to remove all that unsightly man hair.  Then it will be time for hormones and surgery.  While we wait we’ll commence with your maid training.”

 

Without another word they all left the room.  With me hopping up and down, writhing about and whimpering softly as my breasts were tortured.  Wobbling in my heels, I was desperate to sit down, I was in a dilemma of pain, the heels, the vacuum chastity bra and the handcuffs cutting into my wrists.  The final nail in the coffin was as soon as the door swung closed behind them – the lights went off and I was plunged into darkness.

 

I tried transferring my weight from one foot to the other, or holding onto the vertical chain from the ceiling holding the handcuffs, nothing offered any relief.

 

I don’t know how long I was left there.  It seemed like hours, gradually the pain in my breasts caused by the vacuum chastity bra turned into a dull ache.  Despite the pain and discomfort of my situation, I still couldn’t help but find myself turned on by it.  This in turn caused my penis to grow inside the belt and stab my glans on the spikes concealed within, causing me to yelp, then scream, the cycle of being turned on, making my penis pierced, and the penis being pierced turning me on further. 

 

Whether it was the drugs, or the physical endurance, I began to feel tired, oh so tired… I was aching everywhere, my calves were cramping, my hands had pins and needles in them.  I started screaming for help… Nothing…

 

After what seemed like a lifetime, the lights came on dazzling me and forcing me to close my eyes.  I heard the click, click of heels entering the room.  It was Anita, smiling at me, “I’m going to up the vacuum in your bra, then we’re going to start your all over permanent hair removal.”  I wanted to protest, but the constant threats meant it seemed futile.  She increased the vacuum in the steel bra, which made the pain in my breasts go through the roof, then she unlocked the handcuffs, “Follow me, and look on the bright side – you get to lie down while we remove your body hair… It’ll take several sessions, but we can start all the areas we’re depilating at the same time… Oh, plus you’ll get a break from the chastity belt, we need to depilate your genitals thoroughly so we can form a nice, feminine, hairless labia from your scrotum…”

 

It was too much, her back was turned, it had to be my only chance so I raised my arms to grab her.  Then fell to the floor, writhing in agony, grasping ay my collar and screaming.  She chuckled, “Oh dear… You’ve failed the ‘broken’ test – looks like we’ve got more work to do on you yet doesn’t it?  Now get up and follow me, any more insurrection, and I’ll knock you out and when you wake up you’ll be in a serious predicament, that will make everything so far seem like harmless fun – are we clear?  Good…”

 

The shock subsided, clearly Nadine was elsewhere observing and ready to shock at any time.  They had to be intending to make me completely paranoid about disobeying them… And it was working.  Anita led me through the large house to a new treatment room. 

 

“Hop up on the table… And I’ll strap you down.” I complied, knowing that a shock was waiting for me the very moment I didn’t comply.  She handcuffed my hands above my head and started the process of electrolysis hair removal.  She did my face, abdomen arms and legs, before vanishing for the chastity belt key and depilating my genitals.  It was painful at times, but it was good to have a rest from standing in the heels.  I still couldn’t flatten my foot though, which I was desperate to do by this point.

 

Once she’d finished, she unstrapped me from the table, and gestured to the door, “It’s time for your breakfast.” ….

 

 

My imprisonment continued for days at first, then weeks.  Sometimes I’d be left for days locked in my room.  Other days I’d be supervised by any two of the three girls, Jessica, Anita and Nadine.  They fed me, gave me drinks, and continued to increase the vacuum in the chastity bra and give me electrolysis sessions.  I suspected they were also giving me female hormones as my genitals seemed to shrivel up slightly, and my voice began to soften a little.  I found the hair on my head growing faster and thicker, while the electrolysis sessions made my body more and more hairless.

Occasionally I would rebel and try to attack one of my captors – but each time a shock would come.  The moments of rebellion became less and less, and more and more spread out – until I was as meek as a kitten and listened to their every word.

 

I’d been denied male attire for the entire time.  They’d started ‘teaching’ me to dress properly, in the maid’s uniforms the ball gowns and the underwear.  Each day I would spend the day in stockings, suspenders, bra and panties.  On the plus side this meant I was getting the heels removed momentarily to change my stockings, but every day I could feel my calves getting tighter and tighter.  Within a few weeks I knew I couldn’t flatten my foot anymore at all.

 

They also began teaching me to do chores for them, cleaning, sewing, the traditional maid’s duties – of course all done in full maid’s attire.  Throughout the experience I also found my sexual frustration due to the chastity belt going higher and higher.  In the privacy of my room I tried shaking the belt, sliding a finger in, anything to get some stimulation.  Almost invariably I couldn’t get any, on the rare occasions I could the cruel spikes hidden in the tube would send me into new heights of agony.

 

The chastity was also having another psychological effect, it was making me feel more submissive to these women.  Not only the fear, but a genuine feeling of submissiveness eventually made me totally obedient to them.

 

Eventually my hair had reached my shoulders, they’d taught me to apply make-up each day and my body was totally hairless from the eyelashes down.

 

I’d woken early and already put on my maids uniform, a silky, satin black number, with stockings and suspenders and my locking heels.  It was finished with a dainty lacy satin cap and apron which hung over the neck and tied at the back.  It had been months since I’d received a shock, and to my surprise I had started to accept my new life… Then the door opened…

 

Jessica and Anita entered first, then Nadine, they were all smiling in a more sinister way than usual.  It was uncommon for all three to attend to me at once… Something special was going to happen.

 

Anita spoke first, “We’ve got a special job for you today slave, come.”

 

I followed Anita and Nadine and Jessica fell in behind.  They led me through the massive house to a part I’d not seen before.  A large double door unlocked and I saw an authentically decked out operating room.  It had an operating table in the centre and the large bright lights so often seen in them.  I started backing away, Anita grabbed my arm, “Now, now, we need you to give this room a thorough clean, it’s being used tomorrow… Everything needs to be sterilized, I don’t want to put the health of my patient at risk do I?”

 

I looked at her horrified, “Do you mean me?”  Anita shrugged, “You’ll have to wait and see… Either way I’m doing a surgery tomorrow, regardless of how well you clean the theatre.  Think of it this way, you need to clean this operating theatre as if your life depended on it – yes?”

 

I started, with a growing sense of dread.  I was occasionally instructed by Anita who seemed to hang around to supervise me.  Putting the stainless steel instruments into the autoclave, syringes, scalpels, retractors… It was horrifying, everything seemed like an instrument of torture… I couldn’t believe I’d be on the table tomorrow… I’d been waiting for a chance to escape and it hadn’t come…

 

I had to leave, I had to leave now… I continued cleaning and sterilizing, I’d more or less finished… And I saw Anita looking distractedly at some papers… The weeks in heels had improved my competency greatly so I span, charged at her and pushed her to the ground.  Her head hit the floor with a thump, but I didn’t stop to see if she was knocked out, I ran down the corridor as if the devil was at my heels.

 

I thought I was going to make it… Then a shock sent me sprawling… I skidded along the corridor floor grasping at the collar, but got up straight away this time and took off again.

 

I made it to the entrance hall and charged at the door – locked.  I turned around to grab a small table… But I was sent to the floor in agony again.  I fought my way to my feet again, my head spinning, Jessica appeared at the top of the gallery staircase, “STOP SLAVE!”

 

I grabbed the table and smashed it into the window next to the door then threw myself through… If I kept running – could I get out of range of the remote control for the shock collar?  I ran away from the house, desperately trying not to twist my ankle on the gravel drive.

 

Another shock came, but this time I just about managed to stay on my feet, screaming in pain and tearing at the collar – I ran faster… I still couldn’t see the gate, I could hear commotion behind me – the door unlocking and opening?

 

I didn’t dare slow down to turn around so I kept running. 

 

Eventually I thought I could see the gateposts in the distance, but at the same time I heard the crunch of wheels on gravel and an engine approaching… Then a short, sharp bang…

 

I was on the floor face down, I could feel my whole body going numb, I reached behind me to my buttocks and pulled a long sharp tranquilizer dart out of my bottom.  My legs were already paralysed by this point, I threw the dart aside and started crawling on my elbows, dragging myself through the gravel – but my arms were going numb too.

 

I thought to myself, ‘My arms have stopped working…’ Then blackness, as I slipped into unconsciousness.

 

 

I awoke disorientated, when I came around I was back in my room, I tried to get out of bed, but collapsed.  The door opened and Jessica, Nadine and Anita marched in, looking very angry.  Nadine glared at me, “Nice try slave… You just earned yourself an omission of pain relief… You’d been so good, I was considering letting Anita give you a general anaesthetic – but you can forget that now.  I’m beginning to think Samantha was wrong about you, that I should castrate you, get rid of that male rebelliousness hmmm?  What do you think?  Should I castrate you?”

 

I looked up at her, she was furious, and I was weak, still recovering from the tranquilizer dart… “No, please, please don’t castrate me.” 

 

She stepped closer and pushed her high heeled sandal into my chest pinning me to the floor, “I could you know, I am so, so tempted to cut those little testicles out of you, then force-feed them to you… I’m just waiting for you to give me one more reason.” She pressed down, her stiletto heel digging into me sternum, “If you don’t want to eat your own testicles raw… With no anaesthetic for the removal – I suggest you start begging me, sincerely begging me to let Anita perform her experimental feminization surgery on you…”

 

I looked at Anita who was sporting a bruise where she’d hit the deck and not looking sympathetic.  I knew Jessica wouldn’t be sympathetic… I didn’t have a choice…

 

“Please, please let Anita perform her experimental surgery on me.”

 

Nadine pulled her foot off, still scowling at me, she threw me a patients gown, “Alright, prove your sincerity, get undressed, put the gown on – open at the front, so Anita has access to your breasts and genitals.”

 

I used the wall for support and fought my way to my feet.  Carefully I pulled my maids uniform off, and the stocking and suspenders and everything so I was left in my chastity belt, vacuum chastity bra and locking heels.  I pulled the gown on, tying it up at the front as instructed.  They gestured for me to step out of the room, there was a gurney waiting for me.  Anita pointed to the gurney, “Come on, up you get… Any complaints and it’s testicles for supper… No more chances!”

 

Gingerly I climbed onto the gurney and lay back.  It was like climbing a mountain I was so weak from the tranquilizer.  I felt totally helpless, there was nothing I could to stop them, they had me completely at their mercy.  I decided the best I could do was try to comply and placate them, if it came to it and they did operate on me before I could escape, at least this way maybe my testicles would remain intact and I could somehow get the operation ‘undone’ once I’d made my get away.

 

As I lay down, they pulled the steel bars up on the side of the gurney and we were off.  It was a most surreal feeling, Nadine, Jessica and Anita wheeling me down the corridor through the stately home, watching the ceiling whizz by… Knowing that my fate was by the sound of it, to be operated on without anaesthetic… That annoying these women any further could result in me being castrated and me not being able to do anything about it.

 

I looked up at Anita pleadingly, “Please, I don’t want surgery!” Anita shrugged as she pushed, “What you want doesn’t come in to it – you are Nadine’s property and she wants you operated on.  Now shhh, try to relax…”

 

I was panicking, I still felt so weak, I was at a loss, I didn’t dare try to escape, I wouldn’t get far with the tranquilizer still in my system and it would basically forfeit my testicles…

 

I looked up pleadingly at Anita again, “Please, if you have to go ahead with this, please, please can you do it under anaesthetic?”  I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I was going to be surgically transformed into a woman… But the thought of being strapped down, and cut up and feeling every incision and stitch… It made me shudder.

 

She smirked at me, “If you’re good… Then we’ll see.”

 

Soon enough we were back in the operating theatre.  They dropped the bars on one side of the gurney and pushed it up against the operating table.  Anita gestured with her hands, “Come on, slide over – legs in the stirrups, left arm on the arm rest and into the strap.”  I complied, feeling I had no choice.   I was soon on my back, feet in the stirrups and spread, left arm out straight from the shoulder, and strapped down to the arm rest.  The gurney was removed, and a right hand arm rest was attached to the table.  All three women worked strapping me down so I couldn’t move.

 

The woman who had been extolling the virtue of not castrating me – Samantha Fisher walked in, wearing surgical scrubs.  “Is he ready?”  Jessica answered, “Nearly, I’m sorry we had to push your Donny to the back of the queue.” Samantha shrugged, “Well, he can wait, I’ll see how this goes, if it doesn’t go so well, I could always bring him to you to be castrated?”

 

Anita nodded, “I think you’ll like the results… We were going to do Donny yesterday, but after slave’s little escape attempt… I felt we needed to get him in quickly.”

 

“I understand, Donny can wait.”

 

I groaned in my head – I was preparing the operating theatre for someone else the previous day!  They’d actually been teasing me, implying I was cleaning it for myself, because of the escape attempt, they’d changed their plans and I WAS cleaning it for myself.

 

Part of me regretted it… But part of me was pleased that I’d helped some poor guy out, and saved him from being operated on – at least for a few days.

 

I was fully secure now, and Samantha was setting a video camera up on a tripod.  Anita, Jessica and Nadine wandered out – presumably to change into scrubs.

 

I looked pleadingly at Samantha, “Please!  Unstrap me, I’ve got to get out of here!” She chuckled at me, “Oh no, I couldn’t do that… I’m rather good friends with Nadine, she outfitted my torture chamber and my cells, and I’ve done a lot of creative design work for her.  She’d be rather upset with me if she came back and found her property missing… Besides, I’m really looking forward to seeing what Anita can do with you – she’s really talented, she understands male and female anatomy very well.  The chastity bra you’re wearing, that’s her invention too – it means your breast implants will be able to be a good, large size and will look natural – it even causes the nipples and areola to swell nicely to resemble female nipples.  You’re going to be worked on by an expert, and when she’s finished you’re sure to look exquisitely feminine.  I like your shoes by the way, I should get some for my sissy slave… Ahhh…. Here they come.”

 

I was getting seriously nervous now, Anita, Jessica and Nadine were wearing full surgical gowns with the headgear and face masks.  Their latex gloves were on over the sleeves of their surgical smocks… This was it, I tried to move but I was totally immobile… They were going to operate on me and there was nothing I could do about it.

 

Anita approached my head, and adjusted the operating theatre light so it was shining directly into my face, “First of all, I’m going to intubate you, I’ve decided to give you a muscle relaxant, so I need to insert a laryngeal mask to keep your airway open.  This is normally done just as the patient goes under, but as I’m keeping you awake for the procedures we’re performing, you can enjoy an ‘awake intubation’  if you’re good and comply for me… I may give you a local anaesthetic before I start making incisions.   Now open wide, head back, as wide as you can.”

 

I looked into her eyes, nestled neatly between the surgeons cap and the facemask, with the bright lights of the operating theatre lamp behind her.  One latex gloved hand was holding a small spray, the other holding a metal surgical instrument.

 

I had to comply, she took the small spray and sprayed it into the back of my throat, “This is just a local anaesthetic spray, to stop the gag reflex.  Now I’m going to intubate you.”  She now manoeuvred the little steel tool that looked like a handle with a blade, almost like an ice pick towards my mouth.  I felt her latex gloved hand on my chin, “Wider, nice and wide for me… Good…”   I felt the surgical tool slide right into the back of my throat, I felt like I as choking, then a funny little plastic thing, with a plastic tube attached – was slid over the blade, then jiggled around a bit.  She withdrew the blade then used a syringe to inject some water into a port on the tube.

 

“There, that will hold the laryngeal mask in place, keeping your airway open.   Now I’m going to inject you with muscle relaxant, this will paralyse you effectively… So you don’t squirm around on my table while I’m trying to work.”

 

The needle went into my arm, which I was helpless to avoid and I began to feel weaker and weaker.  I struggled experimentally; my movement was reducing rapidly… Within moments I was effectively paralysed, unable to speak and completely at the mercy of Anita, who seemed to producing something like an instructional video with me as the patient, or victim…

 

She now addressed the camera,  “The next step is to remove the chastity bra and belt.  The bra has been fitted for several months, with the vacuum being topped up periodically.  My patient is young, so his skin is fairly pliable and should stretch nicely, I have a few implants here, but I am hoping to make him a double D cup.”

 

As she was talking Jessica and Nadine, also in full surgical garb began unfastening my gown and pulling it clear to give Anita full access.

With that she unclipped my chastity bra and pulled it away.  I immediately felt relief, forgetting the reason for its removal.  I wanted to scream, or run away, but I was helplessly bound and paralysed, so that I couldn’t even raise my head to examine my chest and see the effect the vacuum bra had on my breasts.  They felt saggy and floppy.  I winced internally as Anita’s latex gloved hands took my stretched but empty breasts and help them up for the camera, “As you can see, the skin has stretched comfortably, and the nipples and areola have swelled nicely and with some filling out will look nicely feminine.  The hormones have been working and he is starting to develop female breasts, but I’m going to make incisions here and here, then insert an implant into each breast and suture the incisions back up.  When doing this, it’s important to make your incisions below the breast where they’ll be hidden, and don’t go any larger than is required.”

 

She then turned to the operating table and held a hand out, “Iodine, scalpel.”  Jessica handed a viciously sharp looking scalpel to Anita and began swabbing under my stretched breasts with a yellow brown fluid, while Nadine held the breasts up.

 

Anita leaned over my chest, her finger pointing down the scalpel, holding it gently but precisely, “Good, I’m going to make the first incision now…” She hadn’t numbed me up at all, she lowered the scalpel, then chuckled, “Silly me… I nearly forgot to numb up the area.  I’m only going to give patient a mild anaesthetic, just enough to take the edge off, but so that he’ll still feel every incision and everything I’m doing. Syringe?”

 

Nadine handed her a large syringe full of clear fluid and I felt several pricks as Anita injected a little then moved on several times, under each breast, on both sides of the line she was going to cut down.  Once the syringe was empty she handed it carefully back to Nadine.

 

“Now, I’ll try again, first incision… Take a deep breath …” I felt the blade cutting into my flesh and drawing down the line… It was agony, inside I was screaming, literally screaming my head off… But of course the muscle relaxant had me paralysed, so I lay there as if nothing was happening.  Jessica handed over a translucent clear implant… It looked huge… Anita immediately began tugging and shoving, trying to work the implant into place.  Soon she was happy with the shape, “Sutures…” Jessica handed held out a stainless steel tray with the tweezers, sutures and needle on it. 

 

Anita wasted no time, trying to keep the stitches small, and being careful not to nick the implant.  Every stitch burned if not for the muscle relaxant I’d have been on the floor… Just as she finished stitching up my left breast implant she looked at me and smiled with her eyes, “One down, one to go… Deep breath again, I’m making the next incision.”

 

Soon she was cutting again, and I was in such pain I think I passed out.  I’d hardly had any respite and the next implant was being mauled into place, Anita’s latex clad hand pulling and pushing and wiggling the breast around to get the shape… Then came the stitches…

 

When she’d finished she looked at me first, “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?  You’re being a good boy… Next time I finish, I think it’ll be time to start telling you good girl instead hmm?  Not long to go, only a couple more hours and we’ll have you done.”

 

She then turned to the camera, “As you can see the combination of the stretching, the hormones and the implants I’ve fitted him with have given him a nice natural, feminine looking set of breasts.  Now it’s time to move on to remodelling the genitals.  In this procedure rather than doing the traditional castration, incising the scrotum and snipping the testicles off – we’re going to do something a little different.”

 

She walked around to the stirrups and stepped inside my legs.  “Again, I’m going to give the patient a mild anaesthetic to take the edge off – syringe?” Nadine handed a syringe over and Anita started injecting me all around the groin area.

 

She then turned to the camera, “The first thing I want to do is to get those naughty testicles tucked away up in the body cavity.  To do this, I’m going to make an incision in the scrotum, then I’m going to use this retractor to open up the hole into the body cavity.  Then I’ll shove the testicles up, and put a few sutures across the hole to make it extra secure, so there’s no chance of the testicles descending again without further surgery – observe.”

 

I felt her latex gloved hands gently caressing my scrotum, presumably looking for the centre line.  I was mentally in tears screaming at her for mercy.  Paralysed as I was my protests went unheard and I saw her extend one hand outwards, “Scalpel, iodine please?” 

 

Jessica and Nadine handed her the implement and swabbed my scrotum with iodone.  I saw the latex gloved hand descend with the scalpel in hand.  Just before she made the cut she made eye contact with me, a mischievous grin on her face, “Deep breath now…”

 

And then she cut….

 

Jessica was holding a kidney dish under my scrotum catching the fluid and I could feel my testicles open to fresh air…. Then I felt latex covered fingers grabbing and caressing both in turn, then passing the two testicles to one hand.  I was panting with pain… My whole groin area felt like it was burning… Anita held a now blood soaked hand out ,”Retractor…” It looked like a small steel pair of thick callipers.  I felt her slid it into my body and then heard the ratchetting sound as she wound them out.  I felt like I was being ripped apart.

 

She looked up to the camera, “I’m going to push the first testicle up now.”   I felt her take one testicle from her left hand in between the fingers of her right and shove it hard into me.   It took a few goes, and if not for the muscle relaxant I would have been screeching and groaning.  Then suddenly I felt like I had one testicle.  It felt strange, I knew I still had two, but it being inside me, meant it felt like I’d become a mono-pod, half castrated.

 

“I’m going to shove the second one up into the body now.”  I gritted my teeth for the pain, this time she shoved even harder, ramming my testicle into my body, pushing the first testicle even deeper in.  As she finished she made eye contact and raised an eyebrow, “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?  Now it’s time to start cutting up the penis… This part may sting a little…”

 

I was already in tears, I felt like I was dying… I couldn’t take any more, but I couldn’t do anything to stop her.  I was totally at her mercy, unable to even plead for mercy.

 

She looked at the camera again, “Now the testicles are up in the body, I’m going to dissect the penis and pull the urethra clear, this will allow me to shove the remnants of the penis into the body cavity.  For added effectiveness, I’m going to wrap each segment of penis in one of these hard plastic, barbed crimps and suture it around the crimp.  It means if he feels turned on, he will experience excruciating pain – more severe than any chastity belt or Kali’s Teeth Bracelet could give.”

 

Jessica and Nadine were now swabbing the iodine liberally over my penis.  I think I’d been able to move I’d have been a quivering mess by this stage.  I’d have had tears running down my cheeks and she wouldn’t have able to operate.  As it stood I was paralysed, lying stock still unable to even give an indication of how much pain I was in.

 

Anita looked me in the eye, wielding her scalpel, “I’m now going to dissect your penis into four quarters freeing your urethra, then suture the barbed crimps into each quarter, and shove them into your body cavity – are you ready?  Deep breath now…”

 

She was starting with an incision down the centre top of the penis.  I passed out momentarily the pain was so great, then I was woken as she started the next incision on the left side of my penis.  She was cutting deep, as she finished her incisions I could feel a quarter of my penis flop loose from the rest.  I felt her fingers gently scoop it up and place it neatly to one side while she continued working.  Each cut seemed more painful than the last.  Mentally I was whimpering with agony, as I watched her bloodied, latex gloved hand rise and fall as she made the incisions.

 

Sutures were handed over, as were the barbed crimps, soon I could feel the whole assembly being shoved into my body and the gap being sutured shut. 

 

Anita turned to the camera, “Now I’ve quartered the penis, and relocated the testicles inside the body.  You’ll notice I’ve freed the urethra here, the vas deferens is up inside the body cavity.  I’ve constructed it so that it will be more or less impossible for anyone except me to be capable of undoing this surgery.  The way I’ve dissected the penis and sutured it into the barbed crimps means any stimulation will cause excruciating pain – she will need to focus very hard on not starting to feel aroused.  I’m now left with the urethra here, and the sections of scrotum here and here.”

 

She looked at me and smiled with her eyes, “I’m going to form you a nice little vagina and labia now, with a lovely little clitoris.” She turned back to the camera, “This next section is more like traditional transgender surgery, I’m going to use the scrotum to form the labia and with some careful incisions and stitches I’m going to form the end of the urethra into the clitoris – observe.”

 

She looked down and her scalpel hand followed.  She pulled, she pushed, she cut, she made incisions.  After a kaleidoscope of pain, and watching her latex clad hands work away on me, her mischievous eyes glance at me from over her mask… She stopped.

 

She looked at the camera, and gestured for Samantha to bring it closer.  “As you can see I’ve formed a natural, feminine looking vagina and clitoris.  I’ve made the lips of the labia nice and even and the fact that we’ve already thoroughly, permanently removed all hair from the area means there are no hair problems.   Apart from the fact that the vagina isn’t deep enough to enjoy penetrative sex I don’t think it’s distinguishable from a genuine female born genital area.  Of course she can still enjoy penetrative sex anally; however any arousal will again prove very painful.”

 

Anita started walking to the head of the operating table, with Nadine and Jessica following her up the other side.  Soon all three surgical masked faces were looking down at me, critically.  Anita’s hands were covered in blood.  She looked up to the camera, “The final task, is to sort out the head area.  For this, firstly I’m going to remove the protruding adams apple, then soften her jaw line, and take a little off her nose, just to make her look that bit more feminine.  While I’m inside the throat area I’m going to make some subtle changes to his vocal chords, an incision here, a suture there – which will soften and heighten his voice, making it more feminine – and then we’re done.”

 

She leaned over me, she had a small hammer and chisel in her hand.  I couldn’t see what she was doing now as she was working directly on my face or throat.  She would shove things up my nose, hammer, chisel, make incisions, suture… It was the worst torture yet, even more invasive than what she’d done to my genitals. 

 

While she was working my vision was filled with her latex gloved hands covered in blood, her mallet and her chisel.

 

Then she used a spreader and started work inside my mouth, hammering, chiselling, cutting, suturing… All the while I was forced to look up into her eyes, her beautiful eyes… As they concentrated on re-shaping my face.  Eventually she stood back and eyed her work critically. 

 

After a moment she turned to the camera, “And that I think is all done, there’ll be some bruising for some time, she’ll need bed rest for a few days.  I’ll probably keep her sedated until her wounds have healed properly.”

 

Afterwards Anita turned to me, “There you’re all done, It’s been a complete success, I’m sure we’re going to receive a lot of orders from this video.  I’m going to knock you out now, and I’m going to keep you heavily sedated while you recover.   Speak to you in a few weeks.”

 

I saw a new syringe introduced to the vein in my arm.  As she pushed the plunger in I started feeling cold, then tired, blackness crept over me as I slipped into unconsciousness…

 

 

My dreams were eventful.  It seemed I continued dreaming and dreaming… When I eventually came to, all I could hear was a female voice, calling out, “Lucy, Lucy – can you hear me?”

 

I gradually opened my eyes… Everything was blurry and I felt like I’d had a heavy night – I did feel very rested though.

 

At first I didn’t recognise the girl who had woken me up, then I groaned…. It was Anita.. “My names not… Lucy…”

 

Anita raised an eyebrow, “It is now… Come on, get out of bed, I want you to see my work.”

 

I felt very weak still, but I swung my legs over the side and slid onto my feet.  I was still wearing the patients gown.  Anita had brought a full length mirror into the recovery room – she gestured to the ties on the front of my gown, “Go on, undo yourself, you’ll be pleased to know you don’t need the bra or belt anymore.”

 

I thought it was a nightmare, I almost didn’t dare look.  Slowly I undid one tie then the next, until it was hanging open.  I had two large, natural looking female breasts, I had to force, my eyes down… Sure enough, there, where my penis had been, and my scrotum was a perfectly symmetrical, well-formed vagina complete with labia and clitoris.

 

I reached down and felt around it with my hands, it felt wrong, alien, I could almost feel that I had a penis, but I couldn’t feel it with my hands.  As I was feeling around I started weeping softly.

 

I had externally an attractive female body.  I looked at my face.  My features were softer, more rounded, more feminine… Anita had done a fantastic job, it was impossible for anyone to tell that I wasn’t female.  I almost looked attractive… The thought of being trapped in this outwardly female body sent my arousal levels soaring, within seconds I was doubled over in pain on the floor and grasping at my vagina.  The pain was coming from inside, it was clearly whatever Anita had done to my penis working.

 

I lay curled up in a ball on the floor crying and quivering in pain.

 

Eventually it subsided.  Anita put her hands on her knees and leaned over me, “Try not to get aroused dear, I’m afraid it will always result in nothing but pain from now on, extreme pain… “

 

I looked up at her defeated, “Why have you done this to me?” She shrugged, “Well its obvious isn’t it?  It’s the ultimate form of feminization and denial isn’t it?  Your testicles are mainly what fuels your desire to cum.  I’ve effectively fitted you with a permanent surgical chastity belt.   You should be the perfect slave from now on Lucy… Come on, it’s time to get you dressed.”

 

I climbed to my feet, feeling in a dream.  I’d still got the hated locking heels on, but they were now looking quite worn.  Anita raised an eyebrow at them, “Hmmm, these look a bit battered don’t they?  Would you like me to remove them so you can choose some new shoes?”

 

I nodded, “Please, I’ve been desperate to be out of those heels for months.”  I almost shuddered at the sound of my own voice.  I hadn’t been trying for a falsetto, but my voice was soft, silky smooth and higher pitched, it sounded very feminine.

 

Anita reached down and unlocked the shoes.  I breathed sigh of relief and tried to flatten my foot… It wouldn’t flatten!  My calves had been forced into the short position for so long the muscle had contracted and it meant I was now forced to wear at least a five inch heel or I would be in serious discomfort.  Anita watched and chuckled, “Would you like another five inch?  Or would you rather go up to six?” 

 

I groaned, she showed me shoes and we chose underwear and clothes together and Anita helped me with my makeup.  My hair was now long and flowing and my breasts filled the double D cup.  My nails had grown too and Anita helped me to paint them. 

 

It was strange I somehow didn’t mind being feminized now, I couldn’t put my finger on why, maybe the surgery?  For some reason it didn’t really bother me and I actually enjoyed getting made up and dressed.  I had to say something to Anita, “I… I don’t mind being feminized now… I… I think I like it… I want to be Nadine’s sissy maid slave.”  Anita chuckled, “Good… It sounds like all that hypnotism while you were sedated has had an effect.”

 

I suddenly vaguely remembered it then, being under the influence of the sedative, but a female hypnotist’s voice reassuring me, telling me to be feminine, embrace my femininity – telling me I liked wearing women’s clothes I was so glad to be a woman…

 

[The Hypnotist was Dr Eve Wilshaw from my story ‘The Hypnotist’’]

 

It was true, I’d been hypnotized, but I didn’t mind, I felt so happy.  My bras and panties fit perfectly and felt so good against my new female genitals.  I donned the silkiest satin maid’s uniform and set about my work without complaint.  I didn’t look Nadine or her colleagues in the eye any more.  I worked hard and eventually my room was left unlocked, I stopped thinking about escape.  I still had many, many incidents where I began to get aroused and my internal chastity surgery administered unbearable pain to me… But it worked in training me, eventually I didn’t get aroused, but the flow of testosterone and the knowledge that Anita was the only one who could reverse the surgery… She was like my key holder effectively and I felt intensely submissive towards her.

 

One day I was working in the large grand hall, in my dainty, silky satin maid’s uniform.    When Anita entered, she approached me and grabbed my waist, “Turn around slave Lucy…” I turned and she smiled at me, “I’m so glad you’ve accepted your fate, and embraced your femininity.. You’re quite an attractive girl you know…”

 

I opened my mouth to speak but she grabbed me and started kissing me enthusiastically, her breasts rubbing against mine, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth.  Our lipsticks were smearing together, our dresses ruffled against each other…

 

It was a moment but it seemed to last forever, then she pulled away, “Nadine says you’re hers… But you’re not really you know, you’re mine.  I know how it works, I’m your key holder, I can tell how it makes you feel…”

 

I looked her in the eye, “Did you plan this?”  She shrugged, “No, I really wanted to use you to demonstrate the surgery I’d developed – which has been very popular… I’ve done at least half a dozen since I feminized you… But you’re special, you’re my first.”

 

I was lost for words, she continued, “I’ve spoken to Nadine, and she’s agreed for to transfer ownership of you to me.  I want us to be more than a mistress and her domestic slave… I want to take you into my bedroom…”

 

I felt the surge of arousal grow inside me, I braced myself for the pain and tried to quickly think of something else.   She giggled softly, “I just love the fact that you never get any satisfaction, that you’re always so turned on, and so under control,… With no hope of release… I think I want to marry you.”

 

I chuckled at this, still amazed at how feminine sounding she’d made my voice, “Which one of us would be the bride?”  Anita grinned, “Oh I think we could both be the bride… I’m sure Nadine and Jessica would be bridesmaids…”

 

And so it happened, a dress fitter came to the house and Anita and I were fitted out for delicate wedding lingerie, and ivory satin dresses complete with veil’s and trains.

 

A gay friendly vicar was found, and I walked up the aisle alongside Anita, our matching dresses looked beautiful together.  Ironically Nadine gave me away, symbolic of the transfer of ownership from herself to Anita.

 

At the reception, many faces from the shows were in the crowd.  I enjoyed the first dance together, and it was a wonderful night…. Until we got back to the room.  When we got to the bridal suite of the hotel Nadine and some customers from the shows were there.  I glanced around at the some familiar faces, “What’s this?” Nadine shrugged, “It seems Anita’s surgery video has caused quite a stir, all these ladies are interested in having it done to their slaves, they wanted to see you in the flesh so it were…”

 

I backed away, but Anita grabbed my arm, “Lucy, do it for me, will you strip and let them see my work?”  I looked into Anita’s eyes… I don’t know if it was the psychological effect of her being my key holder, the hypnotism or something else… But I felt like I was falling in love with her and would do anything for her. 

 

She gradually helped to remove my heavy, thickly lined ivory wedding dress.  Underneath were innocent white stockings and suspenders, with lacy satin panties and a lacy satin bra supporting my ample breasts. 

 

I unclipped my bra and removed everything except my high heels.  I still couldn’t flatten my feet any more than wearing a five inch heel so I had to remove the panties and left the stockings and suspender belt on.

 

The customers all took turns to inspect and fondle my breasts and face, then it got more serious as they started taking turns to inspect my genitalia, probing with their fingers and pulling my artificial labia about.  An elderly woman, in her fifties seemed particularly interested.  She was kneeling down, pulling my genitals about, she looked up to me, “And this surgery, it means you can’t enjoy any physical sexual arousal at all?” I shook my head, “No, I suffer crippling pain the very moment I try to get erect… I don’t know how she did it… But it feels weird, it’s all inside me somewhere… But it’s so painful, it actually makes it so it’s very easy not to allow myself to feel physically aroused.”

 

There were murmurs of approval, The older woman stood and looked me in the eye, “And how do you feel about the surgery slave?”  I shrugged, “At the time I was happy being a man, I didn’t want to be made into a girl… But now I don’t want to go back, I like being a girl.”, “Hmmm, but you’re not a girl are you?  You still have two shrivelled up little testicles feeding you testosterone in there?  How do you feel about the permanent orgasm denial?  Do you mind never being able to orgasm again?”

 

I shook my head, “I know Anita loves the fact that I can never orgasm, and it makes me happy because it makes her happy.  I wouldn’t choose to have the surgery undone if it was offered to me…”

 

There was another murmur of approval.

 

Anita clapped her hands together, “I think you’ve all poked and prodded my bride enough now, I’d like you all to leave.  You know how effective the surgery is – you know the price, Nadine will be taking bookings for after we get back from our honeymoon.”

 

Everyone filed out, including Jessica and Nadine.  I could only take my shoes off when I was ready to get into bed,  I helped Anita out of her wedding dress and we kissed and fondled each other while undressed her.  As we finished she pulled me gently towards the bed, “Lucy… I want you to make love to me… But you should lubricate me first – use your tongue.”  She was pointing to her neatly shaven pussy, and sitting on the edge of the bed.  I knelt down and began licking furiously, exploring her pussy with my tongue and swallowing all the warm, sticky pussy juice that ran out of her vagina into my mouth.  Soon she was moaning softly and gently rocking my head back and forth with her hands, “Put your strap on, on – make love to me…”

 

I looked at her puzzled, pussy juice running down my chin, she pointed to a small box in the corner.  I opened it and there was a pink dildo with a leather harness.  I pulled it on and fastened the buckles.  It felt strange having a penis again, all the time I was supressing the urge to grow a massive erection.  I climbed onto the bed and start sliding my new penis in and out of Anita soon she was moaning softly and wiggling her hips about for more sensation, she eventually let out an almighty moan and lay back panting softly.

 

I smiled at her, “I love you Anita.”  She chuckled, “I know slave Lucy, I love you too… It’s your turn now.”

 

I screwed my face up as she clambered off  the bed and opened another box containing another strap on – this one a slightly different size and shape.

 

My voice was so soft and feminine, anyone listening would have sworn I was a girl, “But I thought you couldn’t give me a real vagina? How can..” She twirled her finger, “Turn around, hands on the bed.”

 

I followed her instructions and heard her pull the strap on up.  I felt a cold jelly like substance on my anus then felt her hands gently grab my hips and start working the dildo in and out, her hips slapping gently against my buttocks.  I couldn’t let the remnants of my penis get hard, but something strange was happening, I was getting aroused, but mentally and independently of my penis.

 

 

 

I awoke startled and disorientated.  For some reason, I woke up in the sitting position and my hands and feet were bound tightly together.  I opened my eyes and looked around; I was in a marquee… Things were being put out for a show, and I was in the scavenger’s daughter.  I tried my restraints, I was locked in firmly, I shouted out, “Hey!  Can someone let me out!”

 

Nadine approached and pulled a key out of her pocket, “You fell asleep in it!  I’m impressed, an hour and a half in the scavenger’s daughter, not only that - you found it so comfortable you dropped off in it.”

 

She unlocked it and gradually worked my hands out and stood up, pulling my coat on.  My head was a mess; it had all been a dream!  The whipping, the pillory, the show, Jessica, Anita, Samantha Fisher… The catheter and enema torture… The electrics, the surgery… I instinctively reached down to my groin, I put my hand in my pocket and I could feel my penis!  I delved deeper and felt my scrotum, turning my testicles over in my hand… I breathed a sigh of relief.

 

I ached all over, it was getting late, I had to get back.

 

I darted back to my van, it was exactly where I’d parked it, I jumped in – the key was in the ignition.  I turned the engine over and pulled out of the driveway.  I was shaken by the dream, truly shaken.  As I pulled on to the main road I felt my breast, it felt small, male, I reached up to my hair, it was cropped short as it should have been…

 

But it had all been so real!  I looked at my finger nails, they were short unpainted and a bit grubby… It had been a dream, a lengthy, and very surreal, very realistic dream… Or was it a nightmare?

 

I thought about the events of the dream, they fitted together unusually coherently for a dream, I didn’t have any trouble forming the images and memories into a narrative.  I followed it through from the start, my thoughts dwelled for a while on the surgery…

 

It had been painful, so painful, and I’d felt so helpless while Anita had mutilated my genitals and feminized my body… But I also felt so submissive to her, at the time in the dream I’d resented her and would have done anything to escape before she’d sliced and diced my penis and scrotum in front of me… But towards the end of the dream, the ivory wedding dress, being fondled in the bridal suite… I’d felt so in love with Anita… Was she even real?   

 

I tried to think about a real person I knew who could have transposed themselves into Anita, even the name wasn’t familiar… I thought about the sex we’d had in the bridal suite, licking her vagina and clitoris, drinking her sweet pussy juice, then penetrating her with the strap on… All the time having to control my own desire so as not to try to become erect… It was very turning on….

 

Smoke was rising up somehow, the cab of the van was filling with smoke, I looked down and somehow my seat had caught fire and it was burning my groin area, I tried to move but my trousers were now on fire – I had to get back to the marquee to see if they had some water. 

 

I span the van around and raced back to the gates, and down the long drive.

 

As I approached the marquee, I saw Anita wearing her wedding dress, and waiting for me with open arms, Nadine was standing next to her, wielding the remote shocker, and Jessica was wearing her latex cat suit with giant strap on… They were beckoning me back….

 

I screamed…

 

“Lucy?  Lucy are you alright?”

 

I opened my eyes, I was in the bridal suite again… It had been a dream… Anita was lying naked next to me, we embraced wrapping our legs into each other.  We kissed, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues and rubbing our breasts against each other.

 

I pulled away and looked into her eyes, the pain from my surgical chastity belt was subsiding now…

 

“I’m okay, it was just a nightmare.” I was still astonished at how feminine my voice was, in the dream I’d had my old gruff male voice back, but now I sounded sweet and innocent as a little girl.

 

We kissed again, she ruffled my long hair…

 

Anita pulled away eventually, “I don’t think we need that collar on you anymore, do you?”

 

I shook my head, “No, I want to be yours forever.”

 

She reached into her bedside drawer and produced a key, then unlocked the shock collar.

 

As it fell away, I felt immense relief and I had a sudden urge to scramble to my feet and run… But I looked into her eyes, I remembered the surgery… I almost saw those eyes peeping mischievously at me from over the face mask… The permanent denial I was experiencing, my expertly crafted female body and voice…

 

I never wanted to be apart from her again, and I never wanted to orgasm again, all the sexual pleasure in our relationship would be Anita’s and I was happy about it.

 

I drew closer and we kissed again.

 

Sunlight was creeping in from behind the curtains, I smiled at her, “I might have a shower… I think we should get away from Nadine and Jessica for the day, let’s have a day together, just the two of us.”

 

Anita smiled, “I’m so pleased I transformed you, you’re perfect… Go on, have your shower.“

 

I climbed into the shower, the dream still running through my head.  I’d grown used to my female body, and I’d grown used to the permanent denial.  I felt my beautiful breasts, then fondled my vagina and clitoris, it felt so real, was so sensitive, and looked so beautiful.  After I’d washed my hair I looked in the mirror, my feminine facial features meant outwardly I was a beautiful girl.  Inwardly I was a man in a state of permanent denial.

 

I dried myself, and we dressed. I pulled on a pair of red satin panties trimmed with black lace and finished with a black ribbon bow on the front.  I pulled the matching bra on, supporting my breasts and clipping it at the back.  I’d had to stand on toes to shower, so I was relieved to pull my stockings and suspenders back on, and slip my shoes into a demure five inch heel.  Anita showered and dressed, we did our make up together and left the room hand in hand.

 

Leaving the hotel I felt so happy, I felt like I’d found true love.  As we left Anita turned to me, “I’m so glad you’ve given yourself to me how you have, I want to treat you.. I’m going to take you shopping and buy you the prettiest underwear and dresses and shoes… Then I’m going to take you for a manicure, a pedicure and to a salon to get your hair done… When we get back off the honeymoon, I want to teach you what you need to know to be a good scrub nurse.  You can help me with all the operations Nadine’s managed to take bookings for… There are hundreds now you know, I’m going to have a different man on the table for a transformation every week for at least three years now, and it’s all because of you!”

 

I smiled, “I can’t wait.”

 

The hotel doors swung open and we strode off hand in hand, excited about the new day and my new life…

 

~fin

 

By Sabrina

 

[To read more about Samantha, read ‘The Tormentress and the Boss’ by the same author.  To find out how the five maids ended up in their predicament, read ‘The Clinical Trial’ by the same author.

 

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If you enjoy this story, look out for my other work.

The Clinical Trial & Other Collected works of Male Chastity and Forced Femme Fiction.

 

Marcus is a down on his luck student looking to make some easy cash and set about finding some guilt-free student sex.  When he signs up for a clinical trial he gets more than he bargained for and ends up enslaved and forced to live as a live in sissy maid.  Only his surprising saviour can find a way of releasing him from the captivity of his cruel female tormentresses.

 

Contains chastity, forced femme, forced bi, forced bestiality, forced oral, genital shaving, forced ejaculation and forced castration and sex-change operation.

 

The Hypnotist : Chastity, Forced Feminization and Female Domination.

Denise and Alex had a great relationship, now it’s becoming stale though and Denise wants to liven it up by engaging in some kinky fun… With her as the dominant of course.  Alex isn’t interested.  Denise gives up the ghost and books Alex a course of ‘smoking cessation’ sessions with a renowned hypnotist.  He’s been trying to quit for years so is happy to give it a go.  However his memory of the sessions is very hazy, and he finds himself more and more interested in Denise’s fetishes… Whenever he starts to suspect there’s more to Dr Eve’s hypnosis sessions than ‘smoking cessation’ he finds he forgets what he’s thinking about…

 

Contains chastity, forced femme, pegging, forced oral, sensual mind control and brain washing.

 

The Tormentress and the Boss.

 

Kevin starts a new job, finding himself surrounded by beautiful women.  His troubles really start when he’s caught with his trousers down – instead of the sack he gets a chastity belt.  Alicia meanwhile finds a dark side of her personality awakened.  Alicia and Kevin’s strange relationship develops, while neither of them knows the sinister truth about Fisher Creative and it owner, Samantha Fisher.

 

Slavery : Forced Feminization, chastity and BDSM : Part 1 : Captured!

 

Slavery : Forced Feminization, chastity and BDSM : Part 2 : Operated on : Forced Transexual.

 

(Available in one package also, in this story, the protagonist is captured by a group of dominant women who sell and market BDSM equipment.  He is mercilessly used to demonstrate the goods, and by the end of part two has been surgically altered to be fully feminized, but with a cruel twist.. .Will he find happiness in his captivity?

 

The Male Bridesmaid: Chastity, Forced Feminization and Female Domination.

 

Gary is addicted to Kindle Erotica, and has some fairly extreme sexual fantasies.  His girlfriend Alison doesn’t approve, and decides to give him, ‘aversion therapy’ whereby she will dish out his fantasies to him in such doses that she forces him to dislike them.  The trouble is, Alison starts getting a taste for keeping him locked up in his chastity device and wearing ladies clothing… By the time Alison and her twisted sister, bully Gary into being a bridesmaid she doesn’t want to stop… All the while Gary is helpless to obey the whims of his female tormentors, because he’s wearing a clever, remote controlled electric shock device in on his cock.  When Alison decides to force him to orgasm against his will, she chooses to force-feed him his own semen to further his aversion therapy.  When it comes to the crunch and he’s offered a choice – which life will he choose?

 

A Sissy Story : WPC Domination : Male Chastity, Slavery, BDSM, Forced Feminization and Female Domination

 

Craig is caught speeding by two female police officers, when he pleads with them not to issue him with a fixed penalty he gets more than he bargained for.  Handcuffed and bundled into the back of a police car he endures humiliation and pain as he is feminized, chastised and judicially caned.  The torment doesn’t end there though, with the sensual Anita returning from ‘Slavery : Forced Feminization, chastity and BDSM : Part 2 : Operated on : Forced Transexual.’ And Dr Eve returning from ‘The Hypnotist’ his punishment contains dental torture, force-feeding and eventual castration… Of course not all might be as it seems?  How far did the punishment really go?  How much of his ordeal was real?

 

A Sissy Story : Feminized For Her ‘How he became a lesbian’ : Male Chastity, Forced Feminization, Female Domination & Forced Transgender

 

During a powercut, Peter ends up being talked into going for a drink at a gay night club.  It's the last place he expects to find love, but when he meets Connie he feels a strong attraction.  As he gets to know her, he realizes they are soul mates and perfect for one another, in all but one aspect... He is a man and she is a lesbian.  They enjoy each others company so much they meet the next day anyway as friends, but as time goes on Connie begins to wish Peter was a girl.  He has quite feminine features, so that night after a few glasses of wine Connie talks him into participating in an experiment, which involves being fully feminized - and locked into a Kali's Teeth Bracelet chastity device.  He agrees because he finds her so attractive... Connie becomes convinced she can turn Peter in the girlfriend she's always dreamed of.  She takes his hand and leads him slowly into the world of femininity, but is clear from the start that one day she expects him to have his testicles 'whipped off' and full gender reassignment.  He can't resist her, always putting off the thought of being castrated as something that might not happen.  In the end Connie's patience with her 'project' is running out and he has to make a choice - lose Connie, or lose his testicles...

 

Cross Dressing : Schoolgirl Domination

 

A story about a boy, caught spying on the girls changing room.  The girls capture him, bust his balls, spank him, lock him into a chastity device and dress him up as a girl.  Humiliatingly he is then forced to attend the girls school and receives further punishments from the strict teachers including a public caning at assembly.

 

Just when he’s starting to get used to his situation, a final twist changes his fate forever.  Will the magic work?  If it doesn’t, will Alice keep her end of the bargain and allow him to return to his life as a boy?

Samantha’s Tale : The Deal

(Prequel to ‘The Tormentress & The Boss’)

 

Samantha is down on her luck, she’s lost her job and is going to lose her flat.  A mysterious offer from the seemingly rich and powerful ‘Serena Carlotti’ is her last hope.  Serena draws Samantha Burns into the world of domination, fetish and BDSM.  She thinks she’s going to teach Samantha how to be a dominatrix, but Samantha is a natural… Soon Samantha is booked up and living a life of riches, so many men fall under her spell and are desperate to dominated by her.  Eventually Donald Fisher of ‘Fisher Creative’ a wealthy man who has inherited a fortune and a huge country house enters the equation.  Fascinated with the idea of female domination he books a session with Samantha who visits him and delivers a most exciting session which involves not just Donald but his vanilla maid, Marian.  At the end of the session, despite the fear and anticipation, and the pain… He wants more… How far will he go in submitting to to the whims of the ultimate dominatrix Samantha Burns?  Locked into a cruel chastity device, hypnotised, feminized… The more he’s subjected to, the more he wants… In the end when he’s given a choice, submit completely or go free… What will he choose?  Will he be able to resist the thought of being locked into Samantha’s ‘emasculator device’ again?

Anita’s Tale : The Sperm Donor

 

              Edward Mason is a down on his luck student, looking to earn some cash to fund his studies. When he answers an enigmatic advertisement asking for sperm donors and offering to pay well for them - he is naturally intrigued. Anita Grey, (Anita from: 'WPC Domination', 'Slavery 1 : Captured!', 'Slavery 2 : Operated on!' and 'Samantha's Tale : The Deal' ) gives Edward an incredibly intimate and invasive physical examination, probing every orifice mercilessly and thoroughly. Edward of course finds this experience very arousing and he finds Anita very attractive. 

When he's accepted onto the program, initially reluctant he agrees to join on the promise of a date with Anita. She pierces his genitals and fits him with a chastity device and proceeds to show him the time of his life. At the end of a fantastic date, she encourages Edward into a sexy feminine nightie and whilst keeping him in denial makes good use of him. 

Now deeply in love with one another, Anita feminizes Edward more and more, and falls more and more in love with him. Eventually, when the study comes to an end Anita has made a decision, she wants to Edward to become a full-time permanent, 'she' so they can live happily ever after. As the mysterious Serena Carlotti suggests, things don't always turn out how we expect them to.

The consequences lead Anita to honing her surgical skills to perfection and creating the ultimate feminization surgery...

 

The Harem Slave

 

Roy and Henry are backpacking, on their gap year from university. When they are offered a chance to visit a previously unknown tiny country run by a Sultan, a last stop before they turn around had head for home, it's too tempting an offer to pass up. Little do they know, they will find themselves being offered for sale at the slave market, and after an invasive poking and prodding from the achingly beautiful princess Hadjina, they are taken away to become the princess's new eunuchs. Their story twists and turns as they end up in chastity, feminized and being domestic servants for the ladies of the harem. Their life becomes a long, unending bout of tease and denial as they squirm and squirm in their devices.

Of course it can end at any time, because the princess promises them, if their situation becomes too much, just let her know and she will arrange the surgery for them to become eunuch's after all.

The tease and denial culminates in a scene where the hapless Harem Slaves are forced to watch the Sultan 'visit' princess Hadjina while she lies back, playing idly with their cruel chastity devices... Who will break first? Will either of them manage to leave Rijakistan without becoming eunuchs?

 

Femdom : The Dressmaker

 

Shaun is a fairly lazy about nineteen year old. His older sister works at a bridal couture shop. When he remarks about her job being a skive Caroline suggests he should try it... Except she's not sure how he'd look in a dress. Feeling defiant Shaun ends up making a bet, he bets she can't get him a job there and she bets he can't hack it. 

As it turns out, Francesca, the boss has been getting grief from the job centre about discriminating against males in her employment policy. Not one to be defeated, she takes Caroline's suggestion about hiring her brother as a challenge and an opportunity... How far will her efforts to 'feminize' Shaun go? How will Shaun find his new life, blackmailed into Satin and Lace and working in the dress shop, trying on for customers and acting as Fran's manequin. 

In the end, thanks to a little help from Dr Eve Wilshaw [Of 'The Hypnotist'] Shaun ends up not just accepting his new female status... He embraces it... 

When Fran supplies him with a new experimental drug to make his breasts grow the results are quite surprising...

This is an adult themed forced feminization fiction fantasy story, which is unsuitable for under 18's. It features themes of female domination, male chastity, forced feminization, and orgasm denial.

 

Femdom : The Ex’s Revenge

Femdom : The Ex's Revenge is a sequel to 'The Tormentress & the Boss'. In Femdom : The Ex's Revenge, Angelo is a male chauvinist pig... He's lazy, overbearing and ignorant. When he dumps his girlfriend Melissa because she refuses to wear high heels and have breast implants he doesn't realize the repercussions his actions will have. Melissa goes to work at 'Fisher Creative' and her new employer 'Samantha Fisher' upon hearing about Angelo agrees to help her reap a terrible revenge.

Angelo is employed, hypnotized, feminized, chastised and forced to service several of these dominant women who are all out to teach him the power of femininity. He ends up with polypropalene breast implants and locked into a steel pair of high heel shoes - meaning the shoe is now definitely on the other foot. When he ends up in a special chastity belt which gives his owners the ability to 'push button' castrate him at any time his obedience is assured...

Eventually Melissa's revenge is complete and Angelo is completely tamed... When it comes to it, what fate will Melissa choose for poor Angelo? And how will he adapt to his new life?

This is a very adult, femdom themed, forced feminization fiction fantasy story, which is unsuitable for under 18's. It features themes of female domination, male chastity, forced feminization, and orgasm denial. 

 

The Male Bridesmaid 2 : The Reluctant Cuckoldress

 

Alison and Gary’s relationship fluctuates and changes after Sarah’s Wedding, and Gary’s ordeal as Sarah’s Bridesmaid.  This story picks up where ‘The Male Bridesmaid’ left off and involves more female domination and orgasm denial, with more punishments, maid training an element of cuckolding.

FAQ

 

Q: Are you a professional dome?

 

A: No, I have some experience with kink, with current and former partners, but no I am NOT a pro dome.

 

Q: Will you lock me up and force me to wear ladies clothes?

 

A: No, that is for your partner to do.

 

Q: Please? 

 

A: No, you could try Perry’s tactic as described in ‘The Beauty Spa’(Bonus story included with ‘The Clinical Trial’, but I can’t be held responsible for the outcome.

 

Q: How can I get my girlfriend to lock me up and force me into lingerie?

 

A: I don’t know, it might not be possible.  Some people will never be receptive to the idea of kink.  You should probably broach the subject carefully, and honestly.  Some people say writing down a list of kinky fantasies and then swapping them is a good idea.

 

Q: Do you really dominate your boyfriend?

 

A: Sometimes, not all the time… Kink, is a bit of fun – that’s all.  We play, we call it ‘playing’ and we have fun.  I have made him go to work wearing ladies underwear on occasion, but in reality ‘made’ isn’t true.  If he didn’t want to, I couldn’t really make him – he’s stronger than me and I don’t think blackmail would work.  I don’t actually get that much out of knowing he’s fidgeting around in my knickers, trying to adjust his bra straps and suspender belt under his work clothes – he gets a lot out of it, but it’s important that he feels I’ve forced him to do it.  Sexuality is a complicated thing.

 

Q: Sounds like your boyfriend is really into his kink, are you?  Or do you just do it for him?

 

A: He’s more into it than me.  I do like the sense of being in control, and anything which puts me in control and makes him vulnerable turns me on.  It’s just a bit of fun though really. 

 

Q: Aren’t your stories morally reprehensible?

 

A: No, they’re just stories, not to be taken seriously – they’re literally ‘just a bit of fun’.

 

Q: Couldn’t your stories encourage people to do criminal or dangerous things?

 

A: I hope not!  If some girl decides to handcuff her boyfriend to the bed, then castrate him because she read something similar in one of my stories – that’s her problem not mine.  I don’t actually get turned on at the thought of men being castrated in the slightest, but I know my boyfriend does, and I like to think I understand him – so I can write that scenario.  Whenever I ever feel inclined to castrate a man it tends to be because he’s being egocentric, insensitive and thinking with his testosterone rather than his brain – as so many men do.

 

Q: So do you hate men?

 

A: No, I like most men, most of the time.

 

Q: Are any of the characters in your stories or events real or based on real?

 

A: Nope, sorry hun, they’re all products of my twisted imagination. 

 

Q: So there’s no Samantha Burns?

 

A: Nope… There might be some ultra-dominant woman, with a huge stately home full of dungeons and torture equipment, who is capturing, castrating and selling men… But if there is I don’t know about her personally, and I doubt there is…

 

Q: A lot of your stories seem to involve castration, does your boyfriend want to be castrated?  Does he want gender reassignment?  Do you want him to be your girlfriend?

 

A: Sexuality is complicated.  He fantasizes about castration and being reassigned a woman, but he doesn’t really want to be… The reality here should be kept very separate from the fantasy.  Having your testicles removed will have a serious effect on your physiology and sexuality.  The desire to be castrated will probably vanish the minute your balls have been snipped off, but it’s too late then – you might as well take HRT and have breast enhancements – once it’s done it’s done and once it’s done I don’t think you can experience anything like a ‘normal’ orgasm again.

 

Q: So even if I really fantasize about it all the time, I shouldn’t get castrated?

 

A: No, unless you feel you should always have been a woman and want gender reassignment for a deeper meaning than sexual fantasy – it would probably only make you depressed.

 

Q: How many of these stories are you going to write?

 

A: I don’t know… I have a bubbling cauldron of ideas in my head, as long as I still have some ideas I’ll write more.  I might even try to work these short stories into a long novel and put it out as a physical book using create space or something…

 

Q: I love reading your material, but there isn’t enough!  Who else can I read for similar stories?

 

A: My first recommendation is to read all of ‘Anne Michelle’, ‘Grounded in heels’,’ The Writers Secret’ and ‘Humiliation at the office’ are all excellent stories.  If you’ve read all mine and all of Anne Michelle’s and still want more – then read Sara Desmarais, I suggest you start with ‘A change in our marriage’ it’s really excellent.

 

Q: What do you think of ‘Fifty Shades’?

 

A: Haven’t read it, so don’t know… It’s about a female submissive, I’m dominant... So unless the story, characters and plot are fantastic in the absence of any sexual content – I probably wouldn’t get much from it.

 

Q: Is Sabrina Jen Mountford your real name?

 

A: No it’s a pen name.

 

Q: Can you tell me more about you?  Where you live, how old you are, what your real name is?

 

A: No, I don’t want stalking.  If you want to get to know me better – read more of my stories.  Though in reality all that will really teach you is what a twisted imagination I have.

 

Q: Are your stories popular?

 

A: Fairly… I’ve had them in the top 20,000 on Kindle at times.  People who buy one often buy more… I haven’t had many requests for refunds – to be honest there’s a pattern to the tiny number of refund requests I have had… I wonder if it’s someone cheating and buying them with the full intention of requesting a refund regardless of whether they like it or not.  That thing wanting to castrate men… Hmmm, I can think of a circumstance where I might be tempted to agree to perform a penectomy and castration on someone…

 

Q: Why do you write some of these stories from the male submissive point of view?

 

A: My boyfriend wrote ‘ The Receptionist’ (Included as a bonus with ’The Clinical Trial’) from that point of view and that story was really my inspiration.  I’ve started experimenting with other points of views in my later stories – I might do some more 1 st person later… We’ll see.

 

Q: Are you ever going to write about Donald Fisher making the deal with Samantha in the first place?

 

A: Yes!  I’m still thinking about it though at the moment – when I get around to it, it should be a good one!