Weekend to Remember

weekend to remember

by: holly

When I arrived home, the first thing that came to mind was how quiet it was. There were no sounds of playing kids, a rarity in our house. As I put away my briefcase and changed my cloths, my wife entered. I asked her where the kids were and she indicated that they were staying with friends so that we could have an ‘adult’ weekend. It had been a long time and I nearly came then and there. She handed me a drink and the strong liquor scent made me aware that it was going to be a very different night for me. She had indicated that this was her weekend to do to me, the next time would be mine, so she wanted to make sure that I took good notes. As the warmth of the alcohol hit me, she began removing my cloths and piling them on the chair. The curtains were drawn and the lights were low so I really couldn’t see much of what she had done with the room. I knew that she had rearranged the furniture, but I didn’t have any idea what else she was up to. She told me to ‘trust her’ and close my eyes. As I did, she went behind me and wrapped a dark blindfold over my eyes. I could not see a thing.

She lead me by taking a hold of my dick and parading me to another room which I realized later had to be the bathroom because of the tiled floor. The room was warm and I could smell lemons and strawberries. She had drawn the bath and I was to discover, she had a few surprises in mind for me in it. She told me to put my arms in front of me and stand still. As I did this, she fastened cuffs about both of my wrists. These were then attached to a wooden rod which held them three feet apart. This rod was attached to a cord from the ceiling which she used to raise my arms above my head. I started to say something and she again reminded me to trust her. She was not ready for my input. To emphasize this point she told me to open my mouth and she then inserted a gag which she bound in position with a piece of line.

She told me to relax, that she was going to make me feel very special and a changed person. First she was going to condition my skin as she massaged the cares away. As she said this I felt the first warm creams applied to my back and as she worked the slippery cream into my skin I felt a, not unpleasant, tingle. I was told that the tingle was the skin reacting to the effects of the rejuvenating cream. The room was filled with soft music as she worked in silence. Her hands slid over my shoulders and down my chest. As she worked the warmed cream into my body she massaged my tired and care worn muscles. She worked the cream into my arm pits and slid down my sides. As she continued to massage in the cream, the tingling continued to the point where I began to wonder just what was going on. She applied a lemon scented cream to my forehead, cheeks, jaw and around my mouth. At that moment, apparently sensing the need to distract me, she began to work on my legs starting at the hip and slowly and deliberately working to my calves and feet. To my greatest surprised she slowly insinuated her hand into the cleft of my ass, I could not help but begin to react. I could feel my cock begin to inflate with desire and this was not in any way lessened by her ministrations. She then moved her magic hands down my legs and finished at my feet.

As she worked down my body she finally reached my groin and I knew that she would do something. What happened then was something unexpected. From both sides, I felt a heavy cream spread over my crotch. In a matter of minutes, I could not feel anything on my groin as the heavy cream insulated any sensation from my skin. When she had finished she spread the cream on my arms and worked the scented cream into the muscles and into and over each finger.

By now the tingling on my skin was everywhere. She told me to relax and not go anywhere while she got the rest of her plans in order. I stood there for what seemed to be a long time but was in fact only about four songs worth when she returned. She then began to vigorously towel off the excess cream on my body and with it my hair as I stood without any idea what was happening. When she had finished, she helped me into the hot tub and lowered my arms so that I could soak for another few minutes. She told me that she would release my hands from the rod if I would promise not to try and touch any part of my body or remove the blindfold or gag. I was intrigued by what she had in mind and agreed. As she lowered my arms and released them, the blood flooded back in and they felt like pins and needles for the next few minutes. As it turns out, my assurance was unnecessary since I couldn’t move my arms anyway.

As I lay in the tub soaking, she kept my interest up by washing my body with a soft sponge and wash cloth. She would playfully go by my cock but only give it the briefest of attention to ensure my interest. She also took care to wash my face and then had me lay my head back for a shampoo. It was very disorienting to be in the tub, blindfolded and my head back as warm water was poured over me to wash the soap out. When she decided I was done, she again helped me from the tub and returning my arms to the spreader rod, she then dried me off.

In the past, in order to create a fantasy image in my mind, I had to detach myself from the act itself and allow my imagination to wander with the feelings that her hands were creating. To do this, I had chosen to use shaving cream to create a detached feeling on my skin. After positioning myself either on the bed or standing, I sprayed my cock liberally with the smooth cream. With one hand I manipulated my cock and balls working the cream into every imaginable crevice I had, while with the other I alternated between working my index finger into my ass and massaging my breasts. It is very hard to describe the sensation of the cream as it glided over my sensitive nipples causing them to erect and with each passing stroke my cock filled to proportions I could only imagine in my dreams. To add to the sensation I would frequently blindfold and gag myself and pretend that I was being held captive. I could add to this by adding plugs to my ears to shut out any sound. I was now getting the real thing.

She ordered me to stand still in front of her, feet apart. She then took a nylon and ran it across each breast and noted with pleasure that there was no stubble to grab at the delicate material. She likewise checked my legs and when she was satisfied that the cream had done its work, she told me that she intended to keep me shaved for a few weeks.

She then attached a spreader bar to my ankles holding them about three feet apart. I was nearly immobile now with my arms above my head. I felt her put a tight strap around the base of my cock behind my balls. She tightened it slightly and then attached another strap on the shaft in front of my balls. This was connected to the first in such a way as to separate my balls into two tight globes. Once she was satisfied, she told me that my cock was hers for the rest of the weekend, and any other time she decided. She then took a soft thick cream and began massaging my shaft. Predictably, it began to inflate and as it did, I discovered that my balls grew heavier and my cock became harder than it had ever been before. She told me that the effects of the straps was to cause the cock to inflate, but because of the constriction, it would not be able to again go limp until she released the strap. She also told me that if she chose, she could finish the straps, and, if she started with my cock limp to begin with, prevent it from becoming hard regardless of what I wanted. She told me that I may experience this in time.

At the moment though I had the other problem with my cock becoming so hard that it was starting to go numb. “Now that I have your attention, I have a few special plans in mind for you. First, they do not include you receiving any direct relief this evening, so I am putting a sheath on your cock. I think you need to fully appreciate the affect. Now I know how much you like the thought of wearing tight female clothing, and the effect it has on you, so first I am going to put 4″ heels on you.” I felt her force my feet into the shoes and instantly I was taller and as it turned out more unstable. She had left the spreader bar on at my ankles and trying to balance under the circumstances was a real challenge, especially since I could not see to get my bearings. I had never worn heels that high, and this also made my efforts that much harder. What had surprised me was that she had not put nylons or pantyhose on me.

“Comfy? You may wonder why you aren’t wearing any hose, well I know that you also like the thought of being wrapped up, so that is what comes next.” Starting at my ankles, she wrapped me tightly from ankle to hip in the clingy plastic wrap. From my own experiments, I could tell she was using a large amount on each leg, layer after layer until I could not bend my knee. This was done by using a criss cross pattern over my knees, both above and below. With my legs wrapped, the tight high heels forced my calves to expand into the tight plastic layers putting more pressure on them. To make sure that everything stayed in place, she then took a few wraps around and through the shoes to ensure that they stay on my feet. Satisfied that each leg was inflexible, she removed the spreader bar from my legs and sealed the bottom with more plastic. She then brought my legs together and started wrapping me mummy style from my toes to my hips. My legs were then wrapped with a full size roll with my legs tightly together. When she was finished, I looked like a mummy wrapped from the hips down. The tightness was absolute and I was totally immobile. At this point it was nearly impossible for me to balance on the heels and I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.

My cock was rock hard and throbbing. She took some lotion and spread this in the cleft of my ass to make the probe move more easily and then she began to wrap my groin both above and below my cock so that I was sealed in plastic from above my waist to my toes but my cock stood clear and uncovered. She again told me that she had other plans for my ‘toy’. She pulled my arms higher up stretching me onto the toes of the heels, then began to play with my nipples causing them to get hard. Her efforts were rewarded in my Dick as it seemed to grow even harder. I then felt a pain as she attached two small nipple clips to my chest. She tightened them until I was trying to call through the gag, then loosened them slightly. She then spread an adhesive around my nipples and over my breasts, and when it had become tacky, she fitted foam rubber falsies to my chest sealing the nipple clips inside. To ensure that they had the desired effect, she poked one of the foam nipples and I felt the force on the clip below it causing my body to respond.

Then she started on my body, using the criss cross pattern again, she did my chest and back to form a base and then wrapped a series of tighter and tighter layers until it felt the way a corset must since I found it hard to breath. As she wrapped she would wait for me to breath out an then pull the next layer over my stomach until it was tight and flat. As I became more tightly confined, she turned the vibrator on that she had imbedded in my ass. She told me that it was on a little remote control and that she could turn it on or off as she liked. My Dick responded immediately with an increased pulsing bouncing up and down with each beat of my heart. To prevent defeating her efforts on my breasts, she had cleverly wrapped my chest in a criss cross which had the effect of acting like a ‘lift and separate’ bra. There were layers over the foam, but they were not tightly compressed. I later found out that she had also put some lotion on the foam so that as the falsies moved under the plastic, they would not get hung up.

She then lowered my arms and as before I found that I couldn’t move them because of the long period they had been elevated. She detached one and then wrapped it in the plastic from the arm pit to my fingers. She paid particular attention to my hands making them smooth and solid. When she was finished, I could not bend my fingers at all. When she finished with one arm, she did the other the same. She then took some lotion and put this in my arm pits and then she wrapped my arms tightly to my sides so that it was totally impossible to move them. The lotion had a squishy feeling as I flexed my upper arm. With my pits having no hair, it was a decidedly odd and erotic sensation.

Once submerged in layers of plastic or linen, it is impossible to stop the vibrator in my ass or move, and placed me at the mercy of my mistress. But she wasn’t finished yet. She still had my head to do. Before this however, seeing that I was incapable of maintaining any balance control, she tipped me over and lowered me to a soft pad, which I later realized had to be on a wheeled cart since she moved me about at will. Once laying down, the plastic grew even tighter and more immobile, she then removed the blindfold and I looked for the first time into her smoldering eyes and saw the outfit she had been wearing. It was a black satin corset with red panties and fishnet stocking attached to a black and red garter belt. Her full bosom was supported by the tight fabric of the corset which accentuated her figure dramatically.

“Now that I control nearly all of your assets, it is time to finish the job. First I am going to put these modified headphones on you so that you can only hear what I want you to hear, then it will be time to finish the job.” She pushed the earphones into my ears filling the outer ear with latex putty so that I could hear nothing at all. She then turned the small walkman on that was attached to them and I was immersed in the strains of “Bolero” as she put eye covers over my eyes and began the process of wrapping my head in the tight and clingy plastic. She was careful to keep my nose and mouth clear, but covered everything else in the smooth plastic sealing it against the wrapping on my body.

“I hope you enjoy your little present, it isn’t over yet and it is time for you to thank me.” Her voice was smooth and soft in my ear as I felt her remove the gag in my mouth and felt her weight on my chest. Had I been able to see, I would have noticed that her panties were now gone and she was straddling my body with her weight settling on my compressed stomach. I nearly fainted when she moved close enough for me to smell her heady perfume and as I felt her soft breast against my mouth I flicked the nipple with the tip of my tongue. nipple. She sighed and said that I could perform this small service, but she would want more. I sampled her breasts one at a time and drew some measure of real delight from the effect and her moans of approval. She alternated one with the other and I could feel her grind her pussy against my engorged sheathed cock. I was certain it would burst as she continued to drive me to higher levels of excitement which I repaid by sucking and nibbling on her lovely soft and warm breasts. I could feel one of her hands near my cock and I realized that she was also manipulating herself as well as rubbing along my entombed member. As she moved closer to her climax, she suddenly raised her hips and came down fully on my cock seating it into her heated pussy to the hilt. She ground for several minutes as I sucked and played with her breasts until she climaxed squeezing my cock with her hot cunt. We stayed engaged for several minutes, but try as I might, I could not get enough stimulation to cum. My balls ached with the desire to cum, but the combination of the cock and ball lock and straps made this an impossible task.

“That was nice, now I want you to do the same for my pussy.” As she said this she shifted her body so that she was straddling my head with her pussy not inches away from my mouth. “Now I want to you make me cum, to eat and give me pleasure.” As she said this she moved her pussy to my mouth and turned the vibrator on high in my ass, and I felt the soft caress of her pubic hair on my nose and then the force of her hand on the back of my head as she guided my face between her legs.

My tongue and lips did battle with her rising sexual tension and I was soon rewarded by a head crushing climax as she ground my head against her crotch and crushed me in her quivering legs. I was as excited as she was and she continued to accept my ministrations until she had reached yet another shattering orgasm. The plastic covering my face was covered with the strong heady aroma of her vaginal fluids and the scent filled my nose to the exclusion of all else. My ears were ringing with her excitement. She said that I had done well and after I had licked her clean, she said that there was still more to come. As she said this, she told me to open my mouth. Doing as she directed, I felt the intrusion of the plug shape into my open mouth again.

With expert ease, she quickly raised me to a state of ecstasy that bordered on sublime. True to her promise, she held me in this state longer than I would have thought possible given my state of arousal. I struggled against the tight confines of the plastic wrapping, the heat inside causing rivulets of perspiration to form and flow down my body. My poor cock was so enraged yet unable to cum. She continued to tease me until I thought I would faint. Finally she turned the vibrator off in my ass and left me to the sound of the music in my ear. My nose was filled with her scent and my face felt sticky from her juices.

That night, she had a wonderful dinner and then went to sleep after again coming to me and teasing my cock until it throbbed with desire. Exhausted, I think I slept, but am not sure. Through the night, I could hear a tape which continued to repeat directions for me to obey. My dreams were filled with all manner of sexual images. As I watched, the scene changed from simple sex to more and more bizarre sex, then back.

I became aware of a new sensation, as I felt a warmth cover my groin. There was a little tingle and a voice like a doctor told me that they were prepping the area to ensure there was no chance of infection. It would take a few minutes and that I was to relax and enjoy the show. Time lost its meaning as the scenes playing in front of my minds eyes became even more strange and exotic. I was now seeing women being bound and “tortured” for the pleasure of the female dominatrix that was the star of the show. Then the scene gave way to the same woman doing the same things to men. In the distance I could feel my cock was throbbing and demanding relief.

I felt her put a tightness over my cock and remembered that there was a latex sheath over it. Then as the picture again turned bizarre, I felt a coldness as the perspiration from my body slid down the crack of my ass and the plug began to vibrate again. As I struggled, it only drove deeper into me. My mind saw my body being held on an exam table with the stirrups holding my feet securely and my wrists held against the grip by cuffs, I was totally vulnerable to her attack. First one finger then another. It did not take her long to have my ass well lubricated and her fingers sliding in and out. She then plunged them deeper into my bowel and I felt a nearly electrical excitement as she pressed my prostate. Even as she was doing this, I could see another female, her assistant, had placed nipple stimulators on my breasts and they were adding to the effect. As she drove me higher and higher, I could not stand the sexual tension that she was causing.

Before my eyes, were the most bizarre sex acts imaginable, women ass fucking men with large dildos, men dressed in tight leather corsets, wearing wigs and make-up, while still others were tightly bound and at the mercy of other women. The scenes began to run together as my breathing became more ragged and tortured. Through it all, she was stimulating me through my ass as she mercilessly massaged my prostate to full excitement. When I could take no more, unconsciousness took me and I slept the sleep of the dead till the morning.

I became aware that something was happening when I heard her voice telling me it was time to wake. In the distance, I could feel her begin to cut away the tight plastic and free my legs. As the sheeting disappeared from my body the cool air caused the sweat to dry cooling my skin. When she reached my groin, she carefully removed the plastic from about my cock being careful not to touch it. I still could not move my legs and, if I could have, I would have discovered that she had put hobbles at my ankles and knees. She continued to remove the plastic and when she had my body free, started on my head. Another few moments and I was freed of the plastic cocoon, but still blind, deaf and gagged. I then felt her release the straps around my cock and my body was torn with whether or not to cum spontaneously, or relax. She had planned this well and my need to relieve myself was greater than the need to cum. My cock deflated to a measure of its former glory. Her voice told me it was time for me to go to the bathroom and I was lead to the seat. My ass was still plugged with the vibrator and she told me that she had other plans for that end, I was to sit and urinate only. As the hot pee flooded out of my body, I could hear her busy about the place. My arms were still useless due to the long period of inactivity.

When I finished, she told me to wipe myself and stand up. When I did so, I was taken to a table, probably the same one that I had felt before and my arms were attached to one end bending me at the waist. “For today’s activities we will have to clean you out before we can go any further.” She removed the vibrator plug from my rear and reappeared in front of me. She wanted me to see what was going on so she removed the blindfold and earphones. My attention was drawn to the counter where I saw a kitchen blender and some other items. Taking the lid off the blender, she first put a quarter cup of dish detergent into the blender turning it a cloudy white. This was followed by two glycerin suppositories, and then filled nearly to the top with hot water. She then turned it on creating a thick foam and filling the room with the lemon scent of the detergent. She then took a large clear bucket with a hose leading from the bottom and emptied the hot contents into the container. When she approached me, I began to squirm and buck, grunting through the gag filling my mouth. “You don’t like your enema?” I shook my head as best I could. “Too hot for you?” I shook my head again. “No problem, let me fix that for you” She then poured another pitcher of cold water into the bucket. On the outside thermometer I could see that it was still 110 degrees. I still tried to stop her, but this time she looked at me and said “I really don’t think you can take that much enema inside you. But I will add just a little more to satisfy your needs.” She then took a Fleet Enema bottle and emptied its contents into the bucket. I realized that she was going to empty the full contents of the bucket into my bowels and as I felt the first pressure of the nozzle against my ass I tried to fight her. The nozzle was designed to penetrate and as it did I could sense that something was very different with this nozzle, it had an inflatable cuff to seal my ass. I felt the interior bulb fill with air and seal my anus. Then I felt another bulb just outside by butt also fill. I was sealed on both sides. She positioned the bucked in front of me so that I could see it empty into my body and gauge the filling effect. She then elevated it two feet above my head and turned the valve. Because of the higher temperature, I could feel it enter my body almost immediately. Just as fast, I felt a slight burning as the soap suds began to scrub the interior of my bowel of the refuse that had collected there. When the flow seemed to slow, she then began to elevate the bucket even further until it was over three feet above my ass.

When the bucket was finally empty, she disconnected the center tube from the bucket and closed the stopper plugging my butt while she starting a clock. My bowels were heaving and I had to shit out the corruption she had created. Nothing I did could make it less painful or more comfortable. When the bell went off finally, she decided I was ready and opened the stopper on the large center tube. This she had run to the toilet which was behind me. For the next 15 minutes the shit laden enema flowed through the tube to the toilet. The relief from the pressure was almost orgasmic by this time as sweat had begun flowing from my face and body. Once emptied of the enema, she again attached the hose to the bucket and filled it with clear water which she again drained into my body. When the bucket was empty, she would attach the drain tube and empty my bowels to the toilet. She told me that this ‘power flush’ was intended to get all the soap and other enema effects out of my tormented bowel as well as clean out any residue. After doing this several times, I did notice that there was no further pain or discomfort.

She then told me that I was to receive special treatment, including my ultimate fantasy, she was going to turn me into a woman. “Men many years ago thought it appropriate to constrict a woman’s body into an impossible size. Now you will see just how beautiful this makes your body. And by the way, it has a second function. You see this panel? (she indicated a part of the garment) Well it is to control your front and give you a proper flat tummy.”

“Up to now you have experienced the effects of the male cock and ball lock type of chastity device. This has the effect of allowing your erection but preventing your relief. It also exposes your balls to potential danger and prevents a flat or feminine front. This would be used to humiliate and embarrass you while in female clothing, or as an effective way to display your servitude otherwise. Now I am going to show you a different type of chastity device. This one will hide your male appearance and prevent an erection by constraining the tip of your cock from becoming any larger than its relaxed size. ” She showed me a band that was about an inch wide and an inch in diameter with several pairs of holes for fasteners. She also showed he the fasteners which were very small dumbbell shaped affairs with one ball welded and the other removable.

“The only way this can be put on is when you are totally relaxed, should you attempt to erect during the process, you may find it very painful. After this little gem is in place, it will be exceptionally painful and thus you will be discouraged. You will notice that this fitting has a ring on it that will allow me to tie it back into the proper position once in place.” She showed me the device and I could see the small 1/4 inch ring she referred to. “After I have put this on you, I will hide your ‘equipment’ behind a mask designed to look like a female vagina. Of course the real problem will be that the urethra will be a little farther back than a proper woman’s, but there will be all the appearances. This like the small falsies on your breasts will be glued on with the proper type of adhesive and will remain until I remove it. So that you aren’t hurt, your balls will be eased back into your body cavity and then all will be tightened in place.”

I watched in rapt interest and terror as she first lubricated the ring and then very briefly my flaccid penis. When she was satisfied, she quickly forced the ring down the shaft before it had a chance to react and seated it below the head with the ring on the underside. She then fitted first one, then the other fastener and tightened them with a set of small pliers. I was aware immediately of the presence of the ring and felt the first effects of trying to erect with it in place. She then took the ‘pussy mask’ and, after painting the inside with adhesive, drew my cock using a line attached to the ring, into the mask and forced my balls into my crotch. As she did this she used pressure to settle the mask against my crotch and when she was finished, it concealed completely any suggestion of maleness that I might have had. The line that she had used to pull my cock into the mask was then pulled between my legs and, after she had again put the remote control vibrator back in my ass, pulled over the end and through the hole to hold it in position.

She lead me over to the spreader rod and told me to grab the bar. As I did this she again fastened the cuffs about my wrists preventing my escape. She told me to breath normally until she was ready to tighten the lacing. In the meantime she busied herself with the process of doing up the laces and snugging them down. In a very short time I felt my body being crushed by this monument to female beauty. Finally she stopped and I began to adjust to the constriction, until she informed me that she had just taken the slack out of the laces and now she was going to tighten them properly. I felt her knee in my back and then it was like a thousand steel bands crushing my stomach and lower ribcage. I began to see stars and my breathing was erratic. Finally, mercifully, she stopped. I was afraid to lower my arms for fear that it would make it worse. My first tentative steps told me that the corset fully restricted me and supported my body. She knotted the laces behind my back and then encircled my very narrow waist with a gold chain which she locked in place. I could no longer bend at the waist, but my problems were just beginning. My girlfriend had not attached the center panel yet.

“Say good-bye to your male appendage, you wont see it again unless I release you.”

I looked down to see her take the center triangular panel and draw the point between my legs. A strap attached to the center was then cinched into a buckle in the center of my back, and had I been able to see, I would have noticed that when fastened, it prevented access to the knot that held the lacing.

Next came the shear hose that were attached the garters about the base of the corset. In all there were six per leg and they had the effect of framing the base of the corset since they were in a contrasting color. She then pulled panties up my legs and seated these on my now well defined hips hiding the panel which confined my ‘pussy’.

Next came the infernal 4″ heels that she had put me in the night before. These she locked onto my feet so that I could not remove them. Given the amount of flexibility I had after the corset and the hobble skirt to come, made this totally unnecessary. Before she pulled the hobble skirt up my legs, she asked me if I wanted to use the bathroom. All the pressure on my bladder and the amount of time and water she had been giving me conspired to create a need, especially after she made the suggestion. I nodded my head and she released my arms from the bar and allowed me to walk to the bathroom. The heels made the trip more of an adventure than a simple walk to the toilet.

When I arrived, she was already waiting for me. She directed me to lower my panties, and to turn around. The panel that confined my cock had a zipper down the center that would allow it to be opened. She unlocked this from behind and told me to unzip it forward. I could feel a slight coolness on the tip of my cock and reasoned that this must be sticking out of the ‘pussy mask’. She then told me to sit on the toilet with my legs apart to ensure that the edges of the corset did not get wet. As I sat down, my bladder emptied to my very great relief. When I was finished, she told me to pat myself dry and make sure that I had wiped any excess urine from my ‘pussy’ and the corset. I was then told to close the zipper and she again locked it.

We returned to the outer room and she gave me a good look at the hobble skirt telling me that I had better spend a little time now walking before she put it on since after it would be even more difficult. She then pulled the hobble skirt up over my now flaring hips and settled the waist into my unnaturally tight curve. The skirt was made of a heavy fabric that made it clear to me that it would not give or tear. After tightening the waist strap, she then systematically buttoned the skirt down the back. When she was finished, my body was tightly encased in the corset and skirt from just below my breasts to just below my knees. Her final act was to attach two small straps to my arms at my elbows and then fix the free end to loops at the waist of the skirt. This made moving my arms far very difficult and the very act of trying to scratch my nose impossible.

To add to my restraints, she then put a posture collar around my neck which forced my head up and prevented me from seeing right in front. This also laced up the back like the corset and when done up, made it impossible to move my head a great deal. She connected it to the top of the corset through a series of straps and buckles which had the effect of framing my ersatz breasts.

Thus attired, she told me it was time for me to make breakfast for her. Since I would not be eating, she inserted small foam plugs in my nose so that I would not be tempted. They prevented my smelling anything, the plug gag in my mouth effectively made tasting anything equally impossible. I was directed to the kitchen and told to make her pancakes and eggs with coffee. I found that doing so, encumbered as I was was very difficult and time consuming, but I finally succeeded and she ate her meal. As she did so, she told me to clean the kitchen up and if I did a good job she would let me have some coffee. I worked diligently stumbling along with the 4″ heels and finished in time to get her dishes cleared and cleaned. After a quick sip of coffee through a straw, it was time for my next ordeal.

I was lead into the room we had been ‘playing’ in and directed to a lawn chair and told to sit back. It would have been nearly impossible for me to sit properly with the combination of the corset and the hobble skirt. Once seated, she bound my arms to the arms of the chair in such a way as to force my hands onto a small extension she had made. She brought over a small rolling table filled with all manner of things including polish and other manicure needs and proceeded to install 3/4 inch nails on my hands. These were painted a vivid red and allowed to dry as she put on the finish coat. When she was done, I was told to get up and clean the room up, everything was to be put back in its proper place and I was expected to vacuum the house. Moving in the skirt and heels was difficult enough, trying to pick up anything with the claws she had glued to my hands made the task take forever. Finally though, I was done. While my mouth was gagged and I was for the most part silent, that did not prevent her from giving me a great deal of water to drink through a straw. The effect of all the water finally surfaced with a need to find the bathroom.

I went to her and gestured that I needed to go and she seemed to understand directing me to the bathroom. When we arrived, she loosened the back of the skirt and told me to pull this down to my knees. Once I had done so, my legs seemed even more confined with all the material. She unlocked the tiny lock of the chastity panel and told me to go ahead. When I was done, she again locked it closed and buttoned up the back of the skirt.

It was now time for lunch and as before, she expected me to make it for her. Also as before, she inserted the plugs in my nose to prevent my smelling any of it. I will admit she ate well and it didn’t take nearly as long to get the dishes put away. I was adjusting to the heels and hobbles, but the fingernails were still taking some getting used to. She deemed it appropriate for me to have something to eat, and so gave me half of one of those diet drinks for lunch. Due to the straw and the plugs, I couldn’t taste a thing though. She said to not be too worried, after all I wouldn’t want to ruin my ‘girlish figure’ by eating too much.

She decided that she wanted to have a little sex, that was she had sex and I had little. She lead me to the bed and began to massage my breasts and directed hers to my mouth for care and loving. For the next few minutes I carefully nibbled and sucked on her luscious globes as she grew hotter and hotter. With my arms pined below my body, I was in no position to argue or help her as she straddled my face again and pushed her pussy into my mouth. I knew what was expected and gave her the tongue-lashing of her life driving her to ecstasy as quickly as I could.

For my reward, she again returned me to the lawn chair and began applying make up to my face. I had not seen myself yet, she had forbidden me to look at any mirrors and I knew that if I did, she would likely blindfold me again and make this all much harder. She applied creams and powders to my cheeks and worked steadily for the next 20 minutes. She then set about doing my eyes in an appropriately exotic manner that would make me look very erotic, a cross between ‘startled deer’ and exotic dancer. Finally she finished by applying lipstick to my mouth. It felt like she had put quite a bit more on than was required and I found out why when she gave me another half of the diet drink through the straw. I left red lip prints on the end of the straw finding this a very erotic impression. When I had finished my ‘lunch’, it was time to go back to work. Before I did however, she again retightened the lacing on the corset until I was again crushed by the confines of the garment.

She decided that it was time for the laundry, and so for the next hour I carried the heavy baskets of cloths to the laundry and was expected to remain there in the warm room until they were done and folded. At that time, I then carried them back and put them away. I really don’t know how long it took, but I am sure that it was more than an hour since there were three full loads to attend to. Finally done, she had me again report to the lawn chair and as I sat there, she attached a wig to my head completing the image she had been creating all day long. When she was done teasing my new hair into position, she took several pictures and had me pose for her in various forms, some erotic, some not. She still refused to let me see myself in the mirror, telling me that she wasn’t ready yet.

As with breakfast and lunch, she had me prepare and serve dinner. Once I had it on the table, she blindfolded me and bound me again to the bar in ‘playroom’. So that I would have no idea of how long I was there, she fitted stereo earphones to me and then played nonsense noise and music until she returned. Because of the headphones, I could not hear her approach and was startled when I felt her hands on my breasts. She fondled these for several minutes until I was reacting to her efforts and then she took out a cat and lashed my body focussing on my ass, back, legs and even breasts. Because of the corset and hobble skirt, the pain was very diminished compared to the surprise. Unknown to me at the time, she had a camera taking stills automatically and the video camera was also going. She was doing a scene from her version of the domination flicks.

When she stopped, I felt her attach something to my ankles and suddenly I was in suspension between my arms and legs. She adjusted my body so that I was nearly horizontal. She removed the plug gag from my mouth and suddenly I was taking in the heady aroma of her sweet pussy. She forced a latex hood onto my head drawing the pony tail from the wig through the top and binding it in the back. She smeared my face all over her crotch to the point that I knew that my face was liberally covered in her juices. I then was lowered onto a bench and my arms were bound to the front legs to the elbow and then my forearm was bent parallel to the ground. The bench had a slight slope to it which elevated my ass in the air. My legs were similarly bound to the legs of the bench, bent at the knee leaving my feet hanging over the end of the shelf. As I squirmed to get comfortable, a wide belt was strapped over my back and I was tightly bound to the thin padding of the bench. The hobble skirt had been removed and I felt cool air on my ass indicating that she had also opened the chastity panel over my crotch and ass.

Blind, gagged and deaf, I awaited my next torture. I didn’t wait long though, as I felt a hard object at my ass. I could tell that it had been lubricated since it was very slippery and I could not keep it out of my ass. She was wearing a strap on dildo and was getting ready to fuck me up the ass. I later found out that the camera was still rolling and snapping. The image we made would have made the best porno producer proud. To increase my response, she inserted a small vibrator into my fake pussy which reseated against my ensnared cock further exciting me and denying my release. After she had climaxed, she left me bound to the bench for the next several hours. The combination of fatigue, frustration and immobility finally combined and I found myself sleeping with bizarre dreams and a sudden start when the heady aroma of her pussy found its way to my nose. She was now laying between my bound arms with her legs on either side of my head and pushing my face into her cunt. As I advanced my tongue, I tasted something sweet and realized it was like cherries and cream. She had filled her box with whipped cream with cherries on top and this was to be my desert for a job well done. I eat fully and then she released me.

In what was becoming a common part of the training she had in mind, I was again subjected to the tightening of the corset and then prepared for the night. The latex hood remained in place, and my legs were bound with wide straps, my arms to my thighs. In my ears I could hear the sound of the sleep training tape again playing as I fell asleep a bound female sex slave.

The next morning I awoke to her gentle caress of my body. Before I was aware of her efforts, I had been untied and she was releasing me from the confines of the corset. Moments later, the hood also was removed, but before I could say anything, she indicated that I should be silent. Not wishing to start all over again, I kept my mouth shut and watched as she finished unlocking my high heels and removing the last of the bindings of the night. Now naked except for the pussy mask, I was helped to the bathroom where I found a filled bubble bath waiting for me. She told me to enjoy my bath and be sure to shave my underarms and legs for today. I was also free to use the toilet. When I was done, I should dry off and put on the robe behind the door and go back to the bedroom.

The bath was wonderful as the warmth and luxury took the trials of the previous days away. I lounged for a fairly long time before I remembered her direction to shave my legs and under arms. The creams that she had used had been very thorough, however and there was really nothing to remove at this time. I suspected that there was more to this than at first appeared and so I spread the thick foam on my legs and elevating them above the bubbles, shaved the residue away. Likewise I shaved my arms and finally rinsed the remaining foam away. I climbed from the tub reeking of the floral fragrance of the bubble bath and toweled off. It felt strange to be drying my ‘female’ body, breasts and pussy. The robe she had left for me was a filmy peignoir with frills at the sleeves and hem and I headed for the bedroom.

On the bed were arrayed a large number of items, absent however was the murderous corset that had imprisoned my body for the last several days. She beckoned me over and told me to turn around handing me a pair of baby blue panties. I pulled these up my nude legs and then she handed me a waist cincher to put on. I looked at this garment with little idea, but finally wrapped it about my waist and buckled the clasps in the front. She then did up the lacing in the back and compressed my waist to form a female curve flaring my hips and forcing my breasts up. She handed me a bra and helped me put this on closing the hook-and-eye clasps in the rear. Next came a dark blue garter belt with eight garters followed by silky nylons. As with the bra she assisted me in making sure they were attached properly. She lead me to the vanity but sat me with my back to the mirror so that she could do my make up. This was not as elaborate as before, but equally as complete including foundations, powders and eye make-up, finishing with earings. She finished her work with a wig which came below my sholders. On the bed was a blue dress which she told me to put on. I pulled it over my head and settled it on my hips while she zipped up the rear. At the foot of the bed were a pair of dark blue high heels which I knew I was expected to wear and so, slipped these onto my feet. I was becoming quite practiced in wearing them and found the 3 1/2″ heels no problem.

Going out to the kitchen, I expected that I would be responsible for her breakfast again, but was surprised to see that the table was now set for two. She indicated that I should make eggs while she toasted muffins and poured us both coffee. It was strange after all this time to be treated as nearly equal vice her servant or slave. Breakfast was wonderful and pleasant. The waist cincher reminded me to eat sparingly, especially since this was the first solid food I had had in nearly three days. After breakfast we both cleaned the kitchen and she indicated that it was time for us to go out shopping. I indicated that I was uncomfortable with this, fearing that I would be discovered. She lead me over to a mirror and for the first time this weekend, I saw myself. I was not beautiful, but I was also not male. There was little doubt that I could easily pass for a woman. To be sure, she had me walk for her, sit and move to ensure that I understood all the female nuances and when satisfied, handed me a purse and we headed for the door.

Since I didn’t have a license, she drove to the mall. The day was passed in pleasant conversation and shopping with her filling out some ‘essentials’ for my wardrobe. After dinner that night, we went to bed and had a night of gentle loving both wearing matching nighties. We fell asleep in each others arms, she fully sated, me still in need of relief.

When the alarm went off Monday morning, I noticed that it was earlier than usual. She was already awake and as I reached a level of awareness, I could see that she had a small tray with a number of tubes and jars on it next to the bed. “Well your weekend is over now.” She said. “Time to return to your regular self.” As I looked at her, she began spreading one of the tubes on my chest at the edge of the falsies telling me that it was the solvent to unglue the forms. As she worked, my breasts became hard and seemed to react to her efforts. I was amazed at how heavy the foam rubber breasts were when she finally got them off. These she wiped down with a ‘cleaning agent’ and placed in a special box to the side. She then set about removing the ‘pussy mask’ from my crotch. To do this she had me sit on the edge of the bed as she pealed up the mask. Finally she removed the frenum ring that had effectively prevented any erection to date and I was free.

To make sure everything worked as it should, she began to massage my abused cock with some of the other creams and it responded to her efforts fairly quickly. She continued to raise my level of excitement until I was fully engorged. She had me lie back and as I did, she mounted my cock and road me to a shattering climax that nearly rendered me unconscious. When I could finally look, semen was still flowing from my cock. She playfully slapped me on the thigh and told me to take a shower and get ready for work. As I went to shave, I realized that my beard had not come back yet, the treatment she had done to me was more effective than I thought. My legs and arms likewise had not begun to show stubble; even my chest was still clear. Well I hoped when it did come back it would be soft. Nothing worse than hair returning to irritate you.

I went back to the bedroom and began getting dressed. She was in the other room and so I was nearly done when she returned carrying a small strap about 3/4 inch wide in her hands. She told me to pull my underwear down and put my hands behind my back. Thinking this was more of the same from this morning, I did as she asked and she then proceeded to place the strap around the base of my cock behind my balls. It was just tight enough to be noticeable, and I would later discover, tight enough to make an erection very uncomfortable. She told me that this ‘toy’, indicating my Dick, was hers. To signify this, she had wrapped it up with the strap. I could use it for toilet needs, but I could not use it for anything else. When I returned home, she would check and make sure that the strap was as she had left it. I was then told I could finish dressing. I could feel my cock and balls as the strap tended to push then out from my body.

That whole day I was aware of the presence of the strap and my relationship with her. She had control, even though I knew that I could take the strap off and put it back on just before I got home, I didn’t. It was a good thing too, when I got home, she checked to make sure the strap was still there, and when she loosened it slightly, my cock immediately began to erect to mammoth proportions. Like the morning the period of continuous stimulation had the effect of making the resulting sex even better. For the next week, each morning she would put the strap on and tell me only she could remove it.

On Wednesday, she noticed during our lovemaking that my legs were finally starting to show some stubble. I had noticed also that my beard was again making its appearance as was the hair on my arms. As I had imagined, it was a constant irritant as it rubbed against my cloths. Her solution was simple. As I was getting ready for my morning shower, she came into the bathroom and summarily told me she wanted me to keep my legs shaved for the next month. I started to say something and she repeated herself adding that she also wanted me to shave my ‘pits’. “Since you like the feel of shaving cream on your body, I will expect you to keep these areas shaved for the next month.” The last thing I would have expected to hear from her was that. “If you do not, then I will give you more places to shave until you can do it properly. Since I know you will do your best I don’t have to tell you what will happen if we should run out of new places to shave, or do I? Then we will add months to the punishment for your failing to follow my orders. Is that clear?” All I could say was yes and nod my head. “Who knows, I might even shave my pussy to see what it is like.”

Secretly, I remembered that there would be a weekend in the future that was mine to orchestrate and it would have to rival what I had for the last one. But that would have to wait for at least a month.

The End

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