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Our New Life



A husband reveals his desire to crossdress and is met with unexpected enthusiasm from his wife. She changes his life in ways he had never dreamed possible and creates a life for him where he is totally helpless and dependant on her.


I was halfway between sleep and fully awake effort to breathe. It is
being done for me. I can hear a mechanical sound that coincides with
every breath I take in. A click starts it and then the whirring sound
of an electric motor running.

The first few times I awoke to this sound I went through a period of
confusion and it still affects me that way but to a lesser degree. I
know the sound is the motor operating the bellows of the Iron Lung I
am locked inside. The feel of the leather straps holding my arms and
legs tightly to the cot inside the steel chamber and the tight collar
surrounding my neck only reinforce what I already know. I can also
feel the collar pull away from my chin when the bellows draws the air
out of the chamber and causes air to rush into my lungs. I finally
open my eyes and there is no surprise that all I can see is the
ceiling and the end of the steel chamber that holds my body with only
my head protruding through the collar that provides the airtight seal
so the lung can breathe for me.

I turn my head to the right and see Renee right beside me. She is
looking at me and I can tell by her expression that her Milking Pants
are functioning also. I watch a moment as the collar rises and falls
around her neck as the pressure in the chamber rises and falls.

As the Iron Lung allows air to flow from my lungs I can speak and I
say, "Good Morning my love".

As soon as the machine reaches another exhalation cycle she replies,
"Good Morning Teresa, I love you".

I try to reach out and touch her but the leather straps hold my arm
tight. We sleep in an Iron Lung almost every night but it is still a
bit of a surprise every morning when I wake up and realize I am
locked in this steel prison. I don't understand why this is the one
thing I have so much trouble accepting because our bodies, or some
part of them, are always locked in some sort of prison, be it steel,
fiberglass, plastic, leather, heavy boned fabric or some combination
of the above. Our bodies are not our own any more. We belong to our
Mistresses to do with as they desires and their desires are bizarre
and varied. Their total possession and control of our bodies is never
more overwhelming than when we are being milked and that process is
proceeding at an increased pace now.

The suction is pulling my breasts and genitals into their chambers
more quickly now and with more force. It is no longer just a gentle
tug but a rapid and strong force that immediately slams and holds
them against the rigid walls as the electricity flows through in
strong and vibrating waves that cause my body to arch and lift off
the cot and only the heavy leather straps keep me firmly tied to the
cot inside the steel chamber.

The Iron Lung continues to force air into my lungs as the muscles in
my chest and groin tense uncontrollably. At first the cycles between
my breasts and cock and balls lengthened stimulating each for a
longer time before switching to the other and the strength of the
stimulation grew gradually stronger. But now they are both running
simultaneously at full strength, my whole body is locked in their
electricity's embrace. The vibrators on my cock and in the butt plug
are running full strength and my whole pelvis is locked in their
vibrating grip.

My eyes are locked on Renee and hers on mine. We are both about to
cum together but strapped to a cot in a steel chamber instead of in
each others arms as we so fervently desire. We are never allowed to
touch each other except when ordered to do so by our Mistresses.
When they do allow us to touch it is always for their convenience or
to heighten the terrible frustration we feel. They strap and lock us
together for long periods but it is always only to increase our
yearning for each other.

We have spent nights with our bodies strapped together and our cocks
in each others mouths but our Mistresses have done it in such a way
that neither of us receive any satisfaction and only crave each other
more. The first orgasm has built within to where I feel as if I am
about to explode. The seed deep within me feels gigantic as it begins
to force its way through my cock. It feels as if my cock is many feet
long as my seed is being dragged from me and the forces behind it are
growing stronger and stronger. I have been on the very brink of
orgasm forever and there is nothing I can do to bring it to
completion as Mistress controls me through her machines.

I can only talk when the Iron Lung is pushing air into the chamber
holding my body and forcing air out of my lungs. On the next cycle I
murmur, "Renee, cum with me my darling."

I hear her whispering, "I am cuming with you my dearest Teresa. Only
with you lover."

My seed finally explodes from me and I shout, "Renee."

I hear her repeating my name over and over as her pants bring her to
a simultaneous orgasm. My Milking Pants suck my semen from me and
whisk it away through the tube connecting them to the vacuum pump
that powers Renee's and mine. In only a few minutes I feel the gentle
suction pulling my breasts into their domes as we start again from
the beginning. I wonder how many times they will force us to
ejaculate this morning.

This is only way we have been allowed to ejaculate in a little over
two years. It is the only way I can achieve an erection or ejaculate
due to the Estrogen I have been taking for those two years. Today is
to be my last milking. I go in for surgery this morning.

Everything or the last two years has been aimed at this surgery that
awaits me. After my surgery I will be able to make love to Renee the
way we have dreamed of for these last two years, if only our
Mistresses will allow it. That's right, two years. The last two years
has been the realization of dreams that have been a major force
in my life as long as I can remember.

sleeping in an Iron Lung and being milked by our Mistresses are just
a small part of the life I now live. It is a life made up entirely of
feelings, both physical and emotional, that are the result of the
total control they exercises not only over our bodies but also of
everything we do every minute of every day. Renee has been a part of
my life from the very beginning of this two years and neither she nor
I know if it was an accident or was part of our Mistresses plans from
the beginning. It is an unusual arrangement but in many ways neither
of us have ever been happier and what more can any two people ask of
life than mutual happiness.

We are always encased in some sort of personal prison, a locked
chastity device of one type or other encloses our genitals at
all times. Except when we am entombed in our Iron Lungs or bathing
we always am encased in some combination of tight corsets and braces
or other ingenious device our Mistresses have designed and had
constructed to assure we am totally under their control. I should
also mention that we are always dressed as women and I have what I
feel are the most beautiful pair of 42DD breasts imaginable. Renee
is larger than I and her breasts are 44DDs and are magnificent.

As long as I can remember I have been fascinated by anything that
enclosed or limited and controlled the human body, particularly my
body. I had always dreamed of what it would feel like to wear a suit
of armor, space suit, diving suit, leg or back braces, corsets,
girdles, bras, etc. I had even wished I would get Polio and have to
be put in an Iron Lung and then have to use leg braces. I used to
sneak into my mother's things and put on her girdles and bras. I
made leg braces from my Erector Set and I devoured any pictures I
could find of braces, armor and diving suits or pilot's pressure
suits and space suits.

I also discovered that I had pretty strong transvestite tendencies.
I loved to dress as a girl and the sight of breasts on my chest sent
shivers all up and down me. I didn't want to be a girl. I just wanted
to look like one and feel the weight of breasts on my chest and look
down and see them on me. Padding to swell out my hips and buttocks
sent similar chills all through me and of course a very pronounced
swelling of the cock that I massaged as I fondled the breasts I
longed so to be real.

I managed to hide these feelings fairly well and then in college I
injured my back in a fall while rock climbing and the doctor
prescribed a rigid back brace and then an orthopedic corset. My dream
had come true and I was never without a brace and corset again. I
didn't wear them all the time but my back was always "acting up
again" and I would wear the brace or corset for a while until I got a
little tired of the tightness and chaffing and would put them away
until the urge hit again.

I completed college with a degree in engineering and married the girl
I met in college. We were both engineers and soon both had good jobs
and were on the way to what most consider the good life. We decided
that we enjoyed the things a good salary could buy and that c***dren
were not a part of our future. We spent 30 years chasing the "good
life" and enjoyed the benefits that came with it but something was
missing for us. We played around with bondage quite a bit and I even
dressed in a corset and a bra a few times for our love making and it
seemed to be alright with her but it wasn't near the turn-on for her
as for me.

We joked about the fact that I was definitely the submissive but she
didn't seem to be interested in being the Dom. She never does
anything halfway and now I'm sure that was the problem. She would
have to be totally the Dom or not at all.

Everything changed about three years ago. I had a heart attack. I had
total cardiac arrest 8 times and they all thought I wouldn't make it
but I did survive and surprisingly was left with little heart damage
but was left with arrhythmia problems. The doctors tried all the
medications but eventually had to implant an Automatic Implanted
Cardiac Defibrillator (AICD) to assure my heart would continue it's
normal rhythm. It worked and still works great but the doctors
strongly recommended that I not return to work.

We discussed it and decided that not only would I retire but she
would also. We would have a house built on the 200 acres we had
purchased in the mountains a couple of hundred miles north of Los
Angeles and move up there. We had enough saved and invested that
neither of us would ever have to work again and we could start
working on what would make us truly happy. I thought I knew what I
wanted and I know now that she definitely knew what she wanted and
was just waiting for me to broach the subject.

A couple of days after we decided to retire and move I finally got up
the nerve to tell her what was on my mind. I started by telling her
how much I wanted to dress as a woman. She surprised me by replying
that she knew that and had only been waiting for me to tell her my
secret. We discussed it for a while and she said she didn't have any
problems with it but did I actually want to be a woman.

I told her that I didn't but I did want to have real breasts and at
least try living full time as a woman. She said that I had better
make up my mind because it would be hard to live as a man with
breasts. She had a good point there and I told her that I was sure I
wanted to live as a woman from there on. She smiled and said that was
fine with her but she had a few conditions. Her conditions surprised
me and made me realize she had actually been planning this for quite
a while and had done a lot of research.. They were: I would remove
and keep removed all body hair. I would allow my hair to grow and
style it in a feminine style. I would wear only skirts and dresses,
no pants. I would wear stocking or pantyhose at all times. I would
let my nails grow and keep them at least 1/2 inch long and manicured
at all times. I would have 42D breast implants and surgical figure
enhancement. I would have my larynx tightened to give me a higher
pitched voice. I would have my eyebrows, eyeliner and lips tattooed,
permanent make-up. I would wear a corset at all times, a true rigid
corset and not just an elastic girdle. I would wear a chastity belt
at all times and only she would possess the key.

The last 5 really threw me a curve. There would be no going back and
My comfort didn't seem real high on her priority list. Besides, I had
never heard of a chastity belt for men. She informed me that a man in
Germany made a stainless steel chastity device for men and we would
have one made by him. At the same time we went to Denmark for my
breast implants, larynx tightening and the other surgery that she
said she would explain at a later time. She had already contacted the
clinic in Denmark and the chastity device manufacturer and we only
had to set the date for our visits to them both. She informed me that
none of the conditions were negotiable and after I agreed to the
first ten she had a few more. She didn't want to throw too much at me
at once. I had 24 hours to make up my mind.

I lay awake all night thinking and while the idea of not being able
to go back was scary the thought of really living as a woman and
especially seeing and feeling real breasts on my chest left me no
choice. The chastity belt idea was something I didn't even know was
possible but the idea of being locked in with her having the only key
was exciting to me. I managed to wait until we sat down for breakfast
to tell her my answer was definitely yes, to all her conditions. She
gave me a smile and a nod and then said she wanted to get on to the
rest of my fetish dreams. She said she had another set of conditions
and they were a little more stringent and if I didn't agree to them
unconditionally the first ten were void and our marriage with it.

She had agreed to my desire to live as a woman and now it was only
fair that the woman I was going to become live by her terms. She
handed me a sheet of paper with more conditions on it and these had
little to do with my living as a woman but spelled out what was
required of me as her slave. They were:

I will address her only as "Mistress Monica" or "Mistress" and
I will speak only when she has given me permission.
I will instantly obey all orders of my Mistress with no
question.
I will willingly allow my Mistress to dress me in and/or attach
to my body any clothing, device or apparatus she sees fit.
I will willingly allow my Mistress to place my body in any
device she sees fit.
I will never suggest or request I be dressed in any clothing,
device or apparatus not ordered by my Mistress.
I will never suggest or request that any clothing, device or
apparatus ordered by my Mistress be removed from my body.
I will never suggest or request that my body be placed in,
connected to or attached to any device not ordered by my Mistress.
I will never suggest or request that my body be disconnected or
removed from any device or apparatus ordered by my Mistress.
I will allow my Mistress to place any device or apparatus in
any of my body orifices she sees fit.
I will never suggest or request that any device or apparatus be
placed in any of my body orifices not ordered by my Mistress.
I will never suggest or request that any device or apparatus
ordered by my Mistress be removed from any of my body orifices.
I will ingest, allow to be forced into any body orifice or
injected any substance my Mistress sees fit.
I will allow any substance to removed from any body orifice my
Mistress sees fit.
I will willingly submit to any medical procedures deemed
necessary by my Mistress.
I agree that my failure to follow any of the above rules will
constitute failure on my part to fulfill my part of the contract and
my Mistress may punish me in any way she deems appropriate.

After I read and re-read the list several times she asked if I
agreed. I asked what types of devices and apparatus she was referring
to but she wouldn't tell me. Her only response was that surprise
would add to the anticipation and she knew enough about my interest
and desire to feel my body confined and restricted to guarantee that
my wildest dreams would be fulfilled. I took the pen she held out to
me and signed the form as chills ran through me.

She took the form and said now it was time for us to get to work.
She had already made an appointment in two days with a doctor to give
me a full physical and we would be leaving for Europe in two weeks.
Now she had to meet with the contractor to finalize the plans for our
new house in the mountains. Had I been maneuvered into something she
had been planning all along. I probably had but it sure seemed like
the answer to a lifetime of dreams. She was in and out constantly the
next couple of days and if she was at home she was on the phone most
of the time.

She chased me out of the room whenever she was on the phone so I had
no idea of who she was talking with or about what but it obviously
concerned me and my new life. The two days passed quickly and it was
time for my appointment with the doctor she had made the appointment
with.

We entered the office and she told me to have a seat while she
checked in with the receptionist. I was now calling her Mistress
Monica and not speaking unless given permission so I nodded and found
a seat while she went up to the window. There were only women in the
waiting room and they all seemed to be in pairs or maybe couples
would be more accurate. I was the only man in room. One member of
each couple never said a word and seemed to be very submissive to the
other.

A couple of the submissive ones gave me a look that seemed to convey
sympathy but the other women looked at me with smiles. Not friendly
smiles but something more like they knew something. It seemed like we
waited forever and as I watched the other women in the waiting room
my initial observations were confirmed. One member of each pair of
women never said a word and the only things the other said to them
were orders like "Sit up straight" or "Straighten your skirt", things
like that. These were all Mistresses and their slaves and the more I
looked I became certain that all the slaves were actually men or had
been men at one time.

The nurse finally came out and called us in but I couldn't help
notice she called mistress's name, not mine. She led us down the hall
to an examining room and motioned us inside. Addressing Mistress she
said, "Have her strip to the skin and hop up on the table. I'll be
back to get her into the stirrups." The room looked like a normal
examining room but the table looked far from a normal examining
table. I was used to seeing the stirrups on an examining table folded
up and out of the way but these were not only up and ready for use
they were much more elaborate than I had ever seen. They had long
shiny steel troughs that the patient's calves would lie in and
several heavy padded leather straps that obviously would hold
someone's legs firmly in position.

There were also numerous more of the same type straps attached to the
top of the examining table. Mistress turned to me and said, "Well,
get undressed. Everything comes off."

I quickly stripped off my clothes and when I hesitated at my
underpants Mistress just said, "Everything!" Once divested of all my
clothing I stepped up on the stool and sat on the end of the
examining table. The vinyl covering was cold on my bare buttocks and
I sat there shivering, more from nervousness than from the cold
however. The nurse returned in a few minutes and I wanted so badly to
ask her for a gown but Mistress had not given me permission to speak
and I didn't think I would be given one anyway. The nurse didn't say
a word to me but motioned that I lie down on the table and move up a
little so my head was right at the top end of the table. She was a
model of efficiency as she lifted my legs into the cold steel
stirrups and strapped them tightly into place. She quickly placed the
other straps attached to the table around my waist, chest, forehead
and two around each arm. I was helpless and more than slightly
terrified at she went down and adjusted the stirrups higher and
farther apart. I have never felt more exposed and helpless. The only
movement I was capable of was the shivering that had become even more
violent and cold had nothing to do with it now.

The nurse turned to Mistress and said, "Dr. Powers will be with you
in a few minutes." She motioned at me and added, "She's going to be a
cute one with the proper training." My mind was racing and I think
that was the first time I actually realized what I had agreed to let
Mistress do to me.

After what seemed like hours Dr. Powers finally came into the room.
I wasn't at all surprised at this point that the doctor was a woman
and a very formidable appearing woman at that. It was obvious by the
way she and Mistress greeted each other that they had met before and
it was soon obvious in their conversation that they had discussed me
and my future at length. I was trying to listen carefully to their
conversation but they were speaking softly and I was only picking up
occasional words, words like corset, braces, restraints, chastity
belt, milking, Iron Lung and Cuirass, curare. They had been
completely ignoring me until Mistress looked over and realized I was
straining to hear their conversation.

She said, "Maybe we had better talk somewhere else where she can't
hear us."

The doctor replied, "No need, I can take care of her eavesdropping."
She came over to the examining table and I could hear her open one of
the drawers and rummage around a little. I heard the drawer close and
when she lifted her hands she was holding something made of black
leather. At first I thought it was a bag or case of some kind but it
had straps with buckles and pads all over it, a row of lacing on one
side, steel rings attached in several places and three long tubes
running from it. One of the tubes ended in a bulb like on a blood
pressure cuff.

It was about the size of a human head and as she stepped to the head
of the examining table the realization hit me that my head was soon
going to be inside whatever it was. She unfastened the strap across
my forehead and slipped something soft into each of my ears. Before
I realized what was happening in she had lifted my head slightly and
slipped the leather hood or helmet over my head. She moved it to
around a little until there were openings over my eyes and mouth. I
could feel something on the inside poking at my nose and she fooled
with it a little until I felt two tubes pushed into and up my
nostrils. She turned my head to the wall and I could feel her
tightening the laces that now ran down the back of my head. It was
actually very comfortable, a layer of very soft leather lined the
inside and it felt like there was a layer of padding between the soft
inner leather and the heavier outside layer. As she tightening the
laces from the top down it molded itself tightly to my head and face
and finally over my chin and to my neck. I felt her tie-off off the
laces and then she turned my head back to where I was staring at the
ceiling again. I could feel her attaching something to the sides and
top of the helmet, probably straps from the table, and when she
stepped back a little I was unable to move my head at all. She
reached over and pulled something over my eyes and soft pads pressed
softly against my eyes as I felt her buckling another strap at this
side.

I was now blind and deaf and was surprised to feel something touching
my lips. Something was pushing against my lips and when I opened my
mouth slightly her fingers forced it opened further and something
soft and rubbery was pushed into my mouth. It felt like a heavy
deflated balloon. It was pushed deeply into my mouth until I felt
more padded leather pressing against my lips and her fastening
another strap at the side my face alongside my mouth. I explored with
my tongue trying to push this invader out but it was obviously
strapped firmly in place. I was still exploring it with my tongue and
had decided it wasn't so bad when it started to inflate.

Now I knew what the ball on the end of the one tube was attached to
and what it did. The balloon continued to inflate inside my mouth,
pressing my tongue tightly against the floor my mouth and filling my
mouth completely and forcing my cheeks tightly against the leather
helmet covering my head and face. The tubes inserted in my nostrils
allowed me to breathe relatively easily and I was not actually
uncomfortable but felt so isolated and vulnerable to whatever
Mistress and the doctor decided to do to me, a feeling I would grow
to know only too well.

I have no idea how long Mistress and the doctor talked before the
doctor's attention was finally focused on me. As I lay in my silent
darkness, immobile and helpless, my apprehension left me and was
replaced by feelings of calm and well-being. I had agreed to let
Mistress control my life and it was becoming obvious how seriously
she was taking that responsibility. She was going to make dreams I
had nurtured since c***dhood into reality and all I would have to do
is relax and let her do it.

I had almost drifted off to sleep when the feel of a cold stethoscope
on my chest brought me back to full consciousness. The stethoscope
was soon replaced by rubber gloved fingers exploring and massaging my
breasts and nipples. It felt very good and my cock immediately
responded to the sensual inputs. The fingers moved down my body and
were soon holding and exploring my genitals. I felt a gloved hand
holding my testicles as another wrapped around my now rigid cock and
squeezed it tightly. She began to pump me and almost instantly an
orgasm began building within me. I could really get to like this sort
of doctors examination. I was within seconds of cumming when the
hands released me and were replaced by something ice cold. Something
ice cold was covering my whole groin. The shock was tremendous as my
genitals tried to shrink to nothing and escape the cold.

I was trying to recover from the shock when I felt the section of the
examining tables supporting my buttocks drop away. From the waist
down, I was now supported only by my legs strapped firmly into the
stirrup assemblies. I felt more than heard the soft humming of an
electric motor and the stirrups began moving even higher and further
apart pulling my pelvis up and spreading my buttocks apart. The heavy
belt around my waist presented the rest of my body from lifting and I
was grateful for the heavy padding as it tightened around my waist.
The movement of the stirrups finally ceased but now the whole
examining table seemed to be tilting, lowering my head and raising my
pelvis. I knew the rectal portion of my exam was coming next and was
probably going to be a little more extensive than the prostate exams
I had had in the past or even the search for polyps my doctor had
undertaken a couple of years ago.

The ice pack, or whatever, was finally removed from my groin and
immediately I felt the rubber gloved fingers exploring my rectum.
They had been well lubricated and one thin finger slipped relatively
easily inside of me. I could feel it exploring the walls of my colon
and then pressing and examining my prostate. It was withdrawn and I
was just thinking a "that wasn't so bad" when it returned with one or
two of its neighbors pressing for entry again. My rectum rebelled
against this larger intruder and my sphincter muscles clamped tight
denying entrance. I tried to relax as the fingers pressed hard trying
to force their way in.

They disappeared for a few seconds but were replaced by something
hard and very cold, obviously made of some sort of metal. The
pressure against my rectum was firm and unrelenting until my
sphincter finally relaxed and allowed entrance. Once past the initial
barrier it slipped easily and deep inside me but once inside it began
to spread apart, stretching me painfully. I don't know what it was
but I suspect it was a tool I have seen used for women's pelvic
exams. It continued to spread apart until it felt like I was being
ripped in half.

I was trying to scream for her to stop but the gag filling my mouth
prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts. It finally seemed
to collapse back down to its original size and was quickly withdrawn.
My relief was short-lived as something else almost immediately
pressed against me and began to slip inside. At least it wasn't cold
and seemed to be slightly soft, rigid but with a soft surface. It was
large and stretched my sphincter painfully but after a large part of
it was inside me it seemed to reduce in diameter and as my tight
sphincter slid down the smaller portion it actually pulled it deeper
inside me and held it there.

It must have been completely inside me because I could feel a larger
portion pressing against the outside of my rectum. I should have
known better but I had begun to relax a little when I felt it growing
inside of me, it was growing in diameter and length both. The smaller
portion passing through my sphincter stayed the same size so the
larger inside portion effectively locked it within me and as it grew
in length it pressed firmly against my prostate.

All this activity had defeated the effect of the ice on my cock and
it was once more hard and rigid. Now I felt activity there again,
something was being slipped over my cock. It was not tight, in fact
it barely touched me as I felt it descending the length of my shaft.
Something soft was now pressing against my groin around the base of
my cock and enclosing my scrotum. I seemed to be inside a tube of
some kind, barely touching the hard walls of the tube. I felt a strap
being drawn around my hips and two others between my legs and they
were fastened together in the back. Whatever this was it was now
strapped to me with my cock trapped inside.

Now I felt a sucking sensation pulling my cock deeper into the tube
surrounding it. The ring around the base and of my cock seemed to be
getting tighter, definitely tighter, holding it firmly but
comfortably. As the suction pulled my cock it I became erect and it
soon was its full size and I felt my cock head being against what I
assumed was the end of the tube. It enclosed the sensitive head
tissue snuggly. I didn't have long to wait to see what came next, a
very gentle tingling was traveling the length of my cock between the
head and the ring at the base. It felt like a very mild electric
shock. It was very pleasant and then the same feeling of an electric
shock and a gentle vibration started in the plug pressing against my
prostate. That was even more pleasant. I had never felt anything
like it and it was marvelous.

It wasn't going to take much of this to bring me to orgasm. Not much
at all. The strength of all the things being done to me grew as the
feelings inside of me grew and as I exploded in a glorious orgasm the
suction in the tube grew very strong sucking the semen from me. All
the actions turned off and I lay spent and exhausted but before my
cock could even begin to shrink they all started again at the same
low-level they had started at before.

I didn't want to cum again but I wasn't being given any choice. This
was my first experience with forced multiple orgasms or what I would
come to know as milking. I was milked three more times and it took
much longer each succeeding time. I was left totally exhausted and
emotionally perplexed. Now I knew what it was like to have someone
else physically controlling my most intimate actions and it both
terrified and excited me. I was vaguely aware of the milking
apparatus being removed from my cock and the plug in my rectum
deflating and being withdrawn from me. When something else pressed
against my rectum I was able to immediately relax my sphincter and
allow it entry.

It was much smaller and I hardly noticed its presence after the
previous objects. Something seemed to inflate on either side of my
sphincter sealing it securely in place. I had no time to ponder what
it was before I felt something flowing into my bowels filling them
with warm fluid. The flow seemed to continue forever, first filling
me and then causing my abdomen to distend as the volume exceeded my
normal capacity. Cramps filled my abdomen as the fluid flowed through
me and sought out every tiny area of my bowels. The flow finally
stopped but there was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure and
weight of the fluid filling me. Whatever the device sealed into my
rectum was it not only allowed the introduction of the fluid it
prevented its expulsion. I was uncomfortable but it was a somewhat
unique and certainly new a feeling. I wasn't certain if I hated,
liked or was merely neutral about the feeling. Before I could decide
a valve must have been opened because the fluid started flowing out
of me again. I had no control over the flow and it was so fast it
felt like it must have been being pumped out of me. I was soon empty
and felt the device deflate and be withdrawn from me. It was
immediately replaced by something else larger in size but smaller
than the previous objects that had filled me. It also seemed to have
a narrow spot that caused my sphincter to actually hold it within me
and a large flange or something I could feel pressing on the outside
of my rectum.

Fingers again gripped my now flaccid penis and something was being
inserted into it. As it was pushed deeper and deeper into me a
burning pain accompanied the realization that I was a catheter. The
catheter was soon all the way into my bladder and I felt my bladder
empty. The catheter was left in place so I assumed it was a Foley or
in-dwelling catheter that would probably be with me for a while. I
felt it as the tube leading into my bladder was moved and then
something slipped over my cock and lay on my groin. It felt like it
may be made of a heavy rubber and was cold against my skin. It didn't
just lay there for very long as I felt a very wide belt being wrapped
around my hips and fastened in back. It was very wide, reaching from
my waist down over my hips, and tight. It got even tighter as straps
or laces were drawn tighter in the back.

Next I felt fingers pressing my testicles of up into the recesses of
my body and held there as a portion of the belt was drawn tightly
down between my legs, it continued up through the crack between my
buttocks over the plug in my rectum and was secured to the rest of
the belt in the back. Fingers gripped my penis again and pulled it
down between my legs. It was pressed into what felt like a trough
made of the same cold rubber and something was wrapped and fastened
over the top holding it firmly in place. It was very tightly held in
place but obviously in some sort of receptacle designed to hold it as
it didn't feel as if it were being crushed. The whole arrangement
was very tight and semi-rigid and while I couldn't call it
comfortable I did like the feeling. I had the feeling again that it
was something I would have to get used to as it would be with me a
long time.

The examining table returned to level and the stirrups lowered back
to their normal position with my buttocks once again resting on the
surface of the table. I drifted off to sleep as the most recent
occurrences were repeated over and over in my mind. The straps
holding me in the stirrups and to the table being released woke me
up. Someone lifted my legs out of the stirrups and helped me into a
sitting position on the end of the table. I was so exhausted I could
barely sit upright but the same hands helped steady me. The gag in my
mouth deflated in I felt the laces of the helmet being loosened. The
strap holding the gag was released and it was pulled from my mouth
and the pads covering my eyes were also released and removed.

It was the nurse helping me and I could see Mistress and the doctor
on the other side of the examining room talking and putting things
into a medium-sized suitcase. The nurse pulled the helmet from over
my head and handed it across the room to Mistress who placed it in
the suitcase. The doctor said, "She can get dressed now," without
ever turning to look at me. I stepped down off the table and was a
little wobbly but started across the room to get my clothes and get
dressed. Whatever they had encased my groin in was still there and
each step made me more aware of it and of the plug up my ass.

I looked down but couldn't see much and then noticed there was a
full-length mirror on the back of the door. I stepped in front of
the mirror and got the first look at what they had locked onto me.
Yes locked, there was a padlock dangling between my legs and when I
turned around another padlock held a metal flap over however this
thing was fastened in the back. My entire groin from my waist down
and between my legs was covered completely in heavy black rubber. It
was completely smooth with no sign whatsoever of my penis or
testicles. I knew they were there, I could feel them held tightly by
the rubber but I couldn't see any indication of them at all. I rubbed
my hand over the smooth rubber and couldn't even feel the pressure of
my hand pressing against it. Turning around again I could see a black
disk covering my rectum and the strap running between my legs went
through a slot in the disk before it disappeared under the metal
cover the padlock held over the fastenings in the back.

The front seemed to be a cover over whatever was holding my testicles
up within me and was holding my penis in such a firm embrace. The
only thing marring the smooth front surface was a rubber tube coming
out a small hole down low and attached to a rubber bag strapped to my
right thigh. I wouldn't even be able to pee myself anymore, it would
just run into the bag on my leg. The sight of the padlock hanging
there between my legs where my testicles used to be sent a shudder
down my spine.

The sound of my Mistress's voice from across the room cut through my
musing is, "Quit admiring your new chastity belt and get dressed, we
have a lot yet to do today." I took my clothes down from the hook on
the wall and began to get dressed. Mistress interrupted as I started
to slip my briefs on, "You won't need those, ever again. In fact
today is the last day you'll ever wear men's clothing of any kind."

She and the doctor continued their conversation as I got dressed in
and I could overhear bits and pieces of what they were saying. The
doctor seemed to be doing most of talking and I can still remember
her words almost exactly: "She certainly knows now who that little
thing between her legs belongs to. You have all of the equipment we
used today and the table and other things will be delivered this
afternoon. The table will be identical to this one and should work
for most of the things you have to do. Helen will be by about 8 this
evening the to help you get her setup in the tank for the first time
in case she gives you any difficulty. I think I gave you
prescriptions for everything that requires one. The rest of the
things you can get from that list of suppliers without a
prescription. Be very careful with the curare and make sure you have
everything setup and ready to go before you inject it. I don't know
anyone who has started with such full immersion into the lifestyle
from the very beginning but I don't really think you'll have any
problems and it will probably be easier in the long run and her
adjustment more complete. Be sure to bring her back when you return
from Europe. I'll be anxious to see the results." I didn't understand
everything I heard but it was obvious to me that I wasn't going to be
allowed to slip into my new life gradually. Maybe the doctor was
right and it would be easier this way.

I vowed to myself that I would co-operate completely with Mistress in
everything. It didn't appear that I really had much choice anyway and
this was what I had dreamed up all my life, what I had dreamed of and
much more. By the time I was dressed Mistress was ready to leave. She
told me to carry the suitcase that apparently held everything that
had been used on me today and who knows what else. It was very heavy
and the knowledge of what it contained weighed even heavier in my
mind. Mistress stuffed a stack of prescription forms and other papers
into her purse and she led me out the door, down the hall and into my
new life.

Every step I took made me aware of the stiff rubber prison locked
around my groin and of the plug locked deep in my rectum. They were
the physical reminder of what had been done to me today and that this
was only the beginning. Mistress didn't say a word to me until we
were getting into the car and then the only thing she said, "The
first thing we have to take care of is obviously your appearance. We
certainly can't buy clothes to fit THAT shape so we'll take care of
that first." I wasn't quite sure what she meant by "THAT shape" but I
didn't have long to wait as it was only a short drive before we
pulled up in front of the shop that had always fascinated me with its
window displays.

The displays and the sign on the front of the building had caused me
to stop in front many times and fantasize about the treasures inside.
One of my greatest fantasies had been to step through that front door
and be fitted with the products they specialized in. The sign read
"My Lady's Body Boutique" and below the name it read "Mastectomy
Products, Surgical Supports, Custom Bras and Girdles, Custom
Corsetry."

I couldn't believe what was the happening as Mistress got out of the
car and I followed her almost in a daze. We went past the window
displays of bras, girdles and corsets of all kinds. The surgical
corsets appealed to me most. They were made of heavy canvas or heavy
brocade fabrics in white and pink with laces and straps everywhere
and garters hanging from the bottom. Some only went from the waist to
high on the hips but others went from just under the breasts down
over the hips and actually covered the tops of the thighs. One even
covered the breasts with heavy straps running over the shoulders.
There were also corsets that looked like the ones I had seen in
pictures from the Victorian age.

They were beautiful but there was no way my body could ever have a
waist that small. I wanted to just stand and look forever but I
realized Mistress had opened the door and was actually going in. She
turned and looked at me, her expression telling me to follow. I
followed her through the door as if into a dream.

Inside the door was a site that took my breath away. It was a large
room with displays everywhere of all types of women's foundation
garments, anything and everything imaginable. I tried to take it all
in at once as I numbly followed Mistress across the room to where a
woman stood behind a glass display case. The case was filled with
artificial breast forms of all types and sizes. The woman greeted
Mistress and then glanced over at me. She turned back to Mistress and
said, "Is this is her?"

Mistress replied, "Yes, this is her. Do you think you can do anything
was her?"

The woman laughed and said, "Of course we can. Let me get Rhonda for
you." She went through a curtain into a back area and returned in
just a minute with another woman. Rhonda was quite tall and had an
unbelievable figure. She had large impressive breasts, the smallest
waist I had ever seen and her hips and derriere were on the small
side but perfectly shaped. She greeted Mistress and then walked over
to me.

She looked me up and down and then told Mistress, "Oh yes, we can do
wonders with her. Let's get started." She led us down a hallway and
through a door that was labeled "Corset fitting room No. 1." It was
about the size of a normal bedroom, quite large for a fitting room
and the walls were covered with mirrors. The only furniture was a
desk and chair on rollers. In the very center of the room was a most
unusual feature. Hanging from a large hook on the ceiling was an
electric cable hoist, like you would see in a factory to lift heavy
objects. Suspended from the chain hoist was a wooden bar several
inches in diameter and about three feet long. Attached to the ends of
the bar were two short lengths of chain and on the end of each chain
was a heavy padded leather cuffs.

Directly beneath the bar a large steel ring protruded from the floor
through the carpeting. I couldn't imagine what these things were for
but after the days previous of events I felt pretty sure I would find
out before long. Rhonda went over to the desk and said, "Have her
remove her clothes, all of them." I was getting used to people not
talking to me and referring to me as "her", so I began to strip. I
couldn't find a hook or anything to hang my clothes on so I just
piled them in a corner with my shoes and socks. I was a little
surprised that I didn't feel embarrassed stripping in front of
Rhonda. Of course my private parts were completely covered but I
would have thought I would have been in embarrassed for her to see my
new underwear.

I guess the events at the doctors office and the way people were
treating me as a non-person removed some of my normal inhibitions.
Rhonda came over to me carrying a tape measure. I could tell she was
looking at the black rubber covering my groin and as she stopped in
front of me she verified that by turning to Mistress and saying, "I
like that. Is everything intact underneath?"

Mistress replied, "Oh yes, everything. Just under lock and key."

Rhonda began measuring me and she measured everything, making notes
and putting down measurements on a form she had on a clipboard. I
could see the form had the outline of a woman's body with front, side
and rear views. It excited me that she was putting my measurements
down on a woman's body. I could feel my cock trying to grow inside
its rubber prison but there was no room for it to grow at all and the
pressure was very intense.

Rhonda turned to Mistress and said, "I know you wanted Ds but really
think DDs would look better with her build."

Mistress replied, "You may well be right. Why don't we try DDs."

Rhonda gave a quick," Okay. Do you want longline or bandeau?"

Mistress said, "Definitely longline."

Rhonda nodded and quickly left the room. She was back in just a few
minutes with her arms full of boxes. She deposited them on the desk.
There were two square boxes marked "Amoena" and a flat one labeled
"Camp mastectomy bra." The pressure inside my rubber chastity belt
was becoming quite uncomfortable and I was shivering with
anticipation. Rhonda opened one of the boxes marked "Amoena" and
actually stopped breathing a she lifted out a breast form. It was
flesh colored and I could see it move like Jell-O as she handled it.
It was rounded on one side and flat along the bottom. It extended and
tapered on the other side and the top.

Rhonda commented to Mistress, "These are asymmetrical, there is a
right and left. They help fill out the upper chest and under arm and
will look the most realistic on her." She screwed the lid off a
little flat, round container and took out what I could see was a
false nipple. It was darker pink, several inches in diameter and had
a raised center, about the size of a small marble. She licked her
finger and moistened the back of the nipple and placed it on the
breast form right at the apex of the curve of the form. She worked
the form into a cloth cover and then laid its down on the desk I
could see the nipple protruding through the cover and the pressure
inside my chastity increased just a little more.

She opened the other "Amoena" box and placed a nipple on that one
also and put it in a cover. I couldn't take my eyes off those two
forms sitting on top of the desk until she opened the "Camp
mastectomy bra" box and took out my new bra. It was white and looked
like it would cover my torso down to my waist. I could see it had
stiff wires that curved around underneath the cups and cups
themselves were smooth shiny fabric with a strip of lace running
across them at an angle. It was beautiful. She lay the bra face down
on the desk and began to work one of the forms into a pocket built
into the right cup. Then she did the same on the left. She picked the
bra up by the straps and I could tell it was very heavy with the
forms in place in the cups.

It seemed to take forever for her to come across the room to me and
as she reached me I put my arms out and through the straps of the
bra. She pulled the straps up over my shoulders and as she released
them I felt the weight of the forms transferred to my shoulders.
They were very heavy. She stepped behind me and began to fasten the
hooks that would close it tightly around my chest. She started at the
top and I felt my new breasts pulled against my chest. As she worked
her way down I could feel her fasten each hook and the tightness
worked its way down my torso. There were 12 in all. She fasten the
last one and stepped back. It felt wonderful but didn't really seemed
to fit quite right.

Rhonda turned to Mistress and said, "May I speak to her directly?"

Mistress answered, "Yes, go ahead."

Rhonda stepped over in front of me and said, "Bend over until your
chest is horizontal." I did a she directed and when I was bent over
she cupped each of my breasts in one of her hands and sort of bounced
them up and down. I could feel them settle into position in the cups
and when I stood up everything now fit like it should. Rhonda reached
up and tightened each of the shoulder straps a little and it was
perfect. My breasts were snuggled tight against my chest and I felt
the weight both on my chest and my shoulders. The forms were so soft
and pliable that they conformed to my chest and molded themselves to
my own little breasts and nipples.

The bra itself was very tight and the feeling was wonderful. I looked
down and could see my breasts with my nipples protruding through the
bra cups and when I bounced up and down a little my breasts bounced
and jiggled just like the real thing. Mistress came over and looked
me over carefully, held each breast in turn and jiggled them a
little.

She told Rhonda, "Oh yes, the DDs are perfect. Just right for her."
Rhonda thanked Mistress and said, "Now I'll get her corset and get
down to the really serious business of shaping her up. Did you want a
busk closure on that and are you sure about a five inch reduction?"

"Yes, I want it as rigid as possible and I think we can achieve five
inches to start with. She may not like it but she's not making the
decisions," replied Mistress.

Rhonda left the room again and I walked over to the wall watching
myself in the mirror as my breasts bounced a little with each step.
Mistress said, "Enjoy that bounce, once you get your one-piece
corsets there won't be much bounce. The cups will be much more rigid
and the whole top of the corset will hold you much more firmly than
any bra can. We have to start this way because your one-piece corsets
will all have to be custom-made. Now that they have all your
measurements they can start on your first one and we'll have it in a
week or so. The others will have to wait until we return from our
trip to Europe when the surgical changes to your body are complete."

Rhonda came back with five long flat boxes. They must have been two
feet long and about six inches wide and several inches deep. She set
them on the desk and took the lid off one and lifted out my new
corset. It was white with a pattern of shiny flowers woven into the
cloth. I could see many garters hanging from one end and it had
lacing everywhere. It was obviously very stiff. Rhonda showed it to
Mistress and I could hear her telling Mistress, "We have these made
up specially for this type of training. We are able to gain more
reduction on girls like yours by using both back and side lacing.
Her one-piece corsets will have a similar lacing pattern. The busks
are extra heavy and completely rigid on this model and of course the
boning is our heaviest. You can decide later, if you want them this
heavy on her other corsets. These two are identical so you switch off
each day. At least two corsets are required for continuous wear so
you don't have to leave her uncorseted to wash it. The other two are
the shorter ones you ordered for wear with her braces. Oh yes, the
rubber bathing corset is there also. They'll need to use that one
when they cast her for her braces. Shall we get to work."

Rhonda came over to where I was standing in front of the mirror with
the corset. She stood in front of me and reached around me with both
hands taking one edge of the front of the corset in each hand and
drawing it around me. As she worked I got my first close look at it.
The pretty cloth with the shiny flowers was only the outer covering.
The inside of the corset was a very heavy fabric. It was as heavy as
canvas only very tightly woven and very smooth. It was almost slick.
I could see that there was a row of lacing the full-length of the
corset in back and on each side. Between the rows of lacing there
were doubled rows of boning every inch.

The front was like nothing I had ever seen before. The edges were
completely rigid, except at the very bottom of the corset. I could
see by the stitching that whatever stiffened the edge was about an
inch wide and from the degree of stiffness, which I assumed must be
steel. The way it fastened was new to me. On one side little metal
pegs stuck out on the front surface just in from the edge. They were
shiny steel and mushroom shaped with a larger head than body. There
were eight of them. On the other side little half round metal tabs
stuck out from the edge and each had a keyhole shaped slot in it.
Each tab would slip over its mating peg and lock in place. There was
certainly no way it would come unfastened accidentally. Below the
rigid part three large hook and eyes would hold the front closed.

Rhonda pulled the corset around me and hooked the bottom tab over its
peg. She worked her way up hooking each tab over its mating peg. The
corset wasn't at all tight on me, just a little snug around the
waist, but of course she hadn't done anything with the laces yet. She
bent down and fastened the three hook and eyes at the bottom. The
bottom of the corset came down over the top of my thighs. In fact,
the hook and eye fasteners were below my crotch. The top of the
corset was right below my breasts. It was actually curved a little so
the sides came up alongside my breasts and the rigid center section
came up between them a little. It wasn't tight on me yet but already
I could tell how rigid it would be. I wouldn't be able to bend at
all.

Rhonda went behind me and began working with the laces in the back.
She started in the middle and what had been snugness around my waist
was soon tightness. She went to the top of the laces next and as she
drew than tighter and worked down toward my waist I found it was
difficult to take a deep breath. Next she began work at the bottom
and it first drew my thighs together and then the tightness spread
through my hips and buttocks. I didn't notice too much change in my
groin area but it was already held so tightly by my chastity belt
that I didn't think anything could make that area feel tighter.

As Rhonda worked I watched my figure change in the mirror. My waist
was slimmer and although the corset was compressing my hips the
sliming of my waist actually made them appear more prominent. Rhonda
tied off the laces in back and stepped away from me a little. It felt
wonderful, my whole torso was being held in the corset's snug embrace
and I loved the feeling.

I was trying to imagine how it would feel when she snugged up the
side laces a little more when I heard her say, "It's time to get her
hooked up to the lacing bar and start some serious lacing. "I was in
such a state of euphoria with my new breasts and corset that I didn't
give her last comment too much thought as Mistress crooked her finger
motioning me over to the center of the room. I found myself standing
directly under the cable hoist with the wooden bar attached. I was
still admiring my new figure in the mirrors when Rhonda pressed a
button on the wall by the desk and the wooden bar began lowering on
the end of its cable.

Soon it was hanging right in front of me and Mistress took my right
hand and strapped the leather cuff around my rest and buckled it
tight. Next she strapped the other cuff on my left wrist and Rhonda
immediately pressed another button and the bar began raising.

Mistress told me, "It will be easier and more comfortable for you if
you hold onto the bar." I wrapped my hands around the bar and
Mistress unhooked the chains from the ends of the bar and refastened
them so there was no slack in the chains. By the time Mistress had
finished refastening the chains it was over my head and in just a few
seconds my arms were stretched straight up as I held the bar. Rhonda
released the button and the bar stopped its movement. She opened a
drawer in the desk and removed two more of the heavy leather cuffs.
She handed them to Mistress who then strapped one to each of my
ankles and fastened the lengths of chain to the ring mounted on the
floor between my feet.

My euphoria with my breasts and corset was replaced by apprehension
at what was coming next. It looked like I was about to be stretched.
Rhonda held her finger on the button as the bar pulled me first onto
my tip toes and then even higher to where my feet were not touching
the ground and my entire weight was hanging from the bar. The chains
attaching the cuffs around my ankles to the floor were not quite
tight but they were very close.

The corset felt looser on me, but Rhonda and Mistress were standing
on either side of me and beginning to tighten the side laces of my
corset. They started at the middle again and what had been pleasantly
tight around my waist now became a crushing force squeezing me
unmercifully. I was having difficulty breathing and they hadn't even
begun to tighten it around my chest yet.

I blurted out, "Please Mistress not so tight." As soon as the words
left my lips I knew the mistake I had made and at least I was smart
enough not to say anything else. Mistress turned and immediately
walked out of the room. Rhonda merely stood and looked at me with
what I took to be a look of disdain. I don't know if it was because I
had spoken without permission or because I didn't want the corset any
tighter. Mistress was back very quickly and she was carrying the
black leather helmet. Without a word she slipped it over my head and
arranged it so the openings were over my eyes. She worked the tubes
up into my nostrils and then forced the gag into my mouth and buckled
the strap holding yet there.

She went behind me and I could feel her tightening the laces that
pulled the helmet tightly around my head and neck. She tied off the
laces then grabbed the bulb on the end of the tube leading to the
gag. As I watched her squeeze the bulb I felt the gag inflating in my
mouth pressing my tongue down and my cheeks out against the helmet.
She dropped to the bulb and went back to my side and both their
fingers went back to the side laces of the corset. I was glad she
hadn't buckled the blindfold in place. I could already see how much
slimmer my waist appeared and I did want to watch my new figure
develop.

Mistress and Rhonda worked as a team beautifully. They began working
at the top of the laces and the pressure on my chest took on the same
crushing feel as that at my waist. I could only breathe with short
shallow breaths but with those breaths only my upper chest rose and
fell and with it my new breasts. The rest of my chest was trapped in
the corset so movement above the corset was much more pronounced. I
was fascinated with watching myself breathe. It looked so sexy to me.
I had always enjoyed watching female opera singers as their breasts
rose and fell. Their fingers went to the bottom of the laces and my
thighs were squeezed even tighter together. As they worked up my hips
and buttocks got the same treatment and as my buttocks were squeezed
in and together the pressure from the plug in my rectum grew. I
hadn't thought the pressure in my groin could be any greater but I
had been wrong.

I had never believed to stories about women fainting as they were