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Our New Life Part 3: Revelations and Restraint By Charli Dr. Cannon looked at me and but said to Mistress, "She looks very nice. Please ladies, have a seat. Charli, yours is the one with wheels." She motioned to a power wheelchair sitting at the end of the couch. It looked much more elaborate than others I'd seen and it even had a headrest. It also had a multitude of straps attached to its back, arm and leg rests. I hesitated but the look I got from Mistress told me that I had better do as I was told. The leg rests were already swung to the sides. This time I tried leaning forward to get my weight over my feet and my descent to sitting was much more graceful. I also remembered to use my hand to bring my skirt up behind my knees and it was smooth under me and draped over my knees as it should. Mistress and Dr. Cannon instantly descended on me and began fastening the straps around my torso and arms. They swung the leg rests to the front and placed my feet on the foot plates and secured my legs and feet with more straps. They lifted my skirt and tightened straps around my lower thighs. Then they smoothed my skirt down and tightened another strap over my upper thighs. A strap was attached to the headrest that they fastened around my forehead securing my head to the headrest. Mistress brought a final strap from behind my headrest. It had a gigantic and very realistic penis gag attached to it. Before I had a chance to protest, she squeezed my cheeks tightly forcing my mouth open. She quickly slid the gag in my mouth and tightened the strap. They both stepped back from me and then looked at each other. Their expressions conveyed something between them that I recognized but couldn't understand. Love. I couldn't believe what I was seeing when they embraced and held each other tightly as they passionately kissed. I watched Dr. Cannon's hands explore and caress my wife's body in ways that I thought only mine could, or should. I could see sexual excitement building in them both. Words can't describe the feelings of hurt and betrayal that filled me. In the weeks since I'd signed our agreement I had become used to referring to my wife as Mistress at all times and I'd even come to think of her as "Mistress" most of the time. When I saw her and Dr. Cannon in each other's arms I could only think of her as Laura, my wife of over 20 years. I tried to shout her name and beg her to stop what she was doing. I wanted to plead with her to abandon whatever plans she had for me, to leave now and go back to our old life. Of course nothing but unintelligible sounds of agony crept past the huge penis gag filling my mouth. Laura responded to the noise I was making with nothing but a glance in my direction and a look of disdain. Dr. Cannon's robe came open allowing easy access and I watched my Laura's hands slip inside it and stroke her intimately. At the same time Dr. Cannon was busy divesting Laura of her blouse and bra. Her hands fondled the breasts that I had believed were mine alone to caress. Laura's skirt was loosened and fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it and while groping and kissing each other they moved toward the couch across the room. They hesitated in front of the couch and Dr. Cannon slid my Laura's slip, pantyhose and panties down her legs and then off. Then she shrugged her robe off and they held their naked bodies tightly together in another torrid embrace. When they finally separated the actions I was watching got even worse, for me anyway. Dr. Cannon reclined on the couch, propped up with pillows behind her back and head. Laura got down on her knees and lay partially across her. She began kissing Dr. Cannon's breasts while one hand worked it's way between her legs. I couldn't see her hand but there was no question in my mind where it was and what it was doing. Dr. Cannon's reactions only verified what I already knew. She was fondling Laura's breasts at the same time. This was more than I could handle. I couldn't turn away but I clinched my eyes closed as tightly as I could. I heard Laura's voice, "Roberta, I think Charli has the picture now. You can turn her around if it's too difficult for her to watch." I heard Roberta making her way behind my chair and then I felt it moving, rotating. I waited a few seconds and opened my eyes. I was now facing the other side of the room, away from the couch. The sounds coming from behind me were increasing in intensity but I couldn't see what was going on. Maybe watching would have been easier? My imagination was going wild as I heard Laura reach sexual heights she hadn't in years. That's not true. I'd never heard sounds like that from her. It was obvious that Dr. Cannon was matching her intensity. I was emotionally devastated but I was also aware of my cock trying unsuccessfully to harden within its prison. The sound of Laura and Dr. Cannon making love was arousing me. After my experience in the car I had a much better idea of what they were feeling. Roberta was still behind me and I wondered if she was watching the show on the couch. I also wondered just who Roberta was and what was her relationship to Dr. Cannon, and to Laura. Almost as if she read my mind I felt a tender touch on my cheek. She lightly stroked my cheek and continued to do so as she laboriously made her way around in front of me. It was so terribly difficult for her to maneuver but hearing and seeing her efforts was arousing me even more. Finally she was directly in front of me. She placed a hand on either side of my face and held and lightly caressed me. It was tremendously comforting for me. With my head tightly strapped to the headrest I had to strain my eyes upward to see her face. Her expression was soft and warm as she gazed directly into my eyes. I felt she was trying to convey many things to me, reassurance, compassion, encouragement and also love. The last was affirmed when she managed to lean her rigidly confined body forward enough to lightly kiss me on the forehead. My skin tingled at the touch of her lips. She worked herself back completely upright and continued to caress my face with her soft fingers. My eyes were burning from straining to look up into her face so I let my gaze rest directly ahead. Her breasts were just above my eye level so I could easily see from where her stiff skirt flared out at her waist up to the beautiful swell and cleavage of her breasts above the low neckline of her dress/costume. Her dress fit perfectly and the black silk fabric was tight around her torso and over her breasts. I could see ridges created by the bones reinforcing her corset. On her sides there were even more pronounced ridges. I assumed they were extensions of the uprights of her leg braces and they extended to her armpits. No wonder she had so much difficulty moving. I also noticed her torso didn't move at all as she breathed. The only movement was her upper chest and the swell of her breasts expanding above her neckline with each breath. Neckline is probably a misnomer. The upper third of her breasts was exposed. My curiosity over what lay beneath the smooth silk of her dress and the comfort of her soft and loving caress allowed me to pull my attention from Laura and Dr. Cannon and concentrate on Roberta. I couldn't believe the closeness I felt to this person I'd seen for the first time only minutes before. We had never spoken but there seemed to be an uncanny bond between us. We have since discussed it and we both believe it was partially the result of her seeing me beginning the process that she'd already started. I saw in her what I had been told I would become. There was more than just that though. My world had been turned upside down and she alone comforted me. I would learn later that Laura still loved me deeply but not in the way I had always selfishly assumed. I would learn to love Dr. Cannon too. They would both provide me with greater joy and sexual satisfaction than I had imagined possible. They would also cause me extreme pain and force me into the deepest despair I have ever known. They would never comfort me though. A totally new life began for me that evening and the only person to comfort and reassure me was Roberta. Any comfort I was to receive would come only from Roberta. I had slipped into a sort of fog concentrating on the feel of Roberta's fingers and the feelings she conveyed to me. I don't know how long I was in that state but I came out of it when she slowly pulled her hands from me. She pressed up on my chin. I couldn't move my head in response but strained my eyes upward to her face. She gave me a radiant smile and mouthed something I couldn't make out. When we were first allowed to speak together months later I learned she had been telling me to be strong and that she loved me. I realized now that it was silent behind me. I heard Laura's voice, "Roberta, turn Charli around and bring her over here. It's time for us to talk to her." Her exact words registered and it was significant to me that she had not said, "talk with her!" Roberta worked her way behind me again and I felt my chair move and turn back facing the couch. I must have been in my fog for quite a while. They had not only finished their lovemaking but had gotten dressed, after a fashion, and had repaired their make-up and hair. They were dressed in what I guess could be called classic Mistress fashion. The only things missing were black leather and whips. Laura wore a kelly green overbust corset with matching thong panties and stockings. She looked absolutely striking with her red hair and green eyes. Dr. Cannon wore a rose colored corset, again with matching thong panties but with black fishnet stockings. Her corset had half cups and supported the lower portion of her breasts but her nipples just peeked over the top of the cups. They were holding hands and both looked flushed and excited. It's impossible to remember their exact words. They were both talking and now that their relationship was in the open it all seemed to be bursting out. I was also discovering that their plans for me were the result of much planning and that very little had actually been my idea. Laura began, "It's begun Charlie. You will never be free of restraint again. You have been free for the last time. You will never be out of some sort of restraint, either physical or chemical. This sort of restraint is the simplest form the physical will take and you will learn about the chemical later. You could call it a life of leisure because you will not have to perform any sort of labor, not even household chores. You won't be able to. The only thing you will be able to do is experience and feel the things we do to and for you, all the things you have dreamed of. You must understand and accept that you no longer have any choice in anything. If you resist in any way you will be punished in ways you have never known or imagined." She made it very clear that I would only call them Mistress Laura and Mistress Carol. That was only when I was allowed to speak which would be rarely. She suggested that it would be much easier for me to only think of them in that way. I had no problem with thinking of them both as my Mistress as I sat strapped motionless before them. They explained that they had been lovers for almost 10 years. Sporadically and infrequently at first but in the last couple of years they had come to realize they could not live without each other. Neither had any desire to ever make love with a man again and found it distasteful. A lot of things began to make sense to me now. Laura's, no Mistress Laura's numerous late meetings at work were now explained. The times I had been out of town and called to get only the answering machine or an out of breath Laura. It seemed that whenever I called from out of town she was out in the yard and had to run for the phone. I realized that we had not made love except with me in drag for over 3 years. I had thought that was my desire. How wrong we can be. They admitted there were several problems with their relationship. One was that they were both strongly dominant personalities. Neither was willing nor did either expect the other to take on a submissive role. However, they both needed to express their dominance. Several years before Robert, Mistress Carol's husband, had discovered their love affair. He had demanded that it stop. They explained that this was entirely out of character for him as he was normally a very docile and accommodating person. He had been told that it was not going to stop. Since he knew about them he had to choose between a divorce and becoming their sissy slave. Robert was a notably unsuccessful artist and had very little chance of supporting himself. He chose the second option. A year before his sissyfication had been completed when he had sexual reassignment surgery. He was now an anatomically female total submissive. This answered most of my questions about Roberta and I felt an even closer bond with her. Her hand had been resting on my shoulder and I felt her give me a light squeeze. I wished I had some way to reciprocate but I think she understood my feelings without any physical action on my part. They said that now that Roberta's transformation was complete they missed the challenge of molding her to their idea of the perfect submissive. The physical training and total dominance of their subject was a big part of the enjoyment for both of them. Their areas of expertise, medicine and engineering gave them a very unique ability to control and subjugate their minion. Mistress Laura had designed numerous devices that could provide extremely powerful positive or negative sensations to their subservient trainee and Mistress Carol could assure no lasting harm would befall them. They could control the subject's physical actions as well as their emotional and mental state. They could do all this with little physical exertion on their parts using devices the slave was placed within or had attached to their body. The use of mechanical devices also minimized the need for physical contact between the Mistress and submissive. They said a slave in training craved human contact and any touch from the Mistress during negative or positive sensory treatment was always counterproductive. Even casual contact during regular body maintenance or dressing negatively affected the slave's acceptance of their true hopeless position. The slave would always falsely imagine some affection and sympathy from their Mistress. They said Roberta's training had been seriously hindered by too much contact and they would not make the same mistake with me. My training and care would be mechanized to the greatest extent possible. I should not expect to feel either of them ever touch my bare skin except under extraordinary conditions. They did realize that even a slave needs some form of emotional contact with another being and of course that could never be provided by their Mistress. They had noticed a certain apathy on Roberta's part lately. This was most certainly the result of the level of her training slowing but also her lack of emotional contact. Life was becoming boring for her. She seldom needed negative stimulation so that anticipation was missing in her day to day existence. She needed an emotional outlet. Emotions shown to her Mistresses was not allowed. She would be entering the final stage of her transformation and would soon be constantly stimulated and totally helpless. She needed an emotional connection with someone to take with her into that final transmutation. I wasn't surprised when Mistress Laura said that this brought them to the subject of me. I was both a problem and a solution. I was a problem in that she still loved me deeply and could never bring herself to hurt me. She couldn't imagine my having any sort of meaningful life if she were to divorce me. She wanted me to know happiness and now that I had agreed to her list of conditions it was possible for her and Mistress Carol to bring me true and total happiness. I was the a solution in that I gave them a new subject to work with and apply some new ideas they had and correct some of the mistakes they had made with Roberta. They also hoped Roberta and I would form an emotional bond. I marveled at her ego in believing I couldn't have a meaningful life without her. I couldn't imagine her really believing that. Maybe it was only part of our new Mistress/slave relationship. Her list of conditions would never stand up to any legal challenge but from the position I was in I couldn't see that I would ever have the opportunity to challenge them. Apparently by my signing them I gave them all the excuse they to take total control of my life. All of our financial assets had been signed over to her a few months previously. I had been sued after an accident involving some engineering work I had done. It had been her suggestion to protect all we had. The case had been thrown out of court and we (she) had never gotten around to putting things back in both our names. I wondered about how they handled the legal issues of Robert essentially disappearing and now my disappearance. I had no way to ask about any of the things racing through my mind. An emotional bond with Roberta was already a reality. I had experienced an unbelievable shock and range of emotions. I was fearful at what the immediate future as well as the long range held for me and yet I was intrigued as well. I tried to put the fears aside as it seemed I had no way to alter their plans. Roberta's hand still rested on my shoulder and the pressure of her touch seemed to help. She was with me and her grasp on me gave me strength. Mistress Laura continued, "Our new house is essentially finished. It will be home for all four of us. Mistress Carol has sold her practice and we will all be together forever. The only work remaining is the final equipping of your and Roberta's room. That is going to take a month or so more. The few things we are taking up there will be moved up soon. We'll be staying here with Mistress Carol and Roberta until everything is ready for us there. It's not going to be just a month of waiting. One or both of us will have to supervise a lot on the installations in your room so during the time we aren't here, Roberta will care for you. Your breast construction surgery is scheduled for one week from today. Breast construction as large as yours are going to require some skin and tissue preparation so that will start tonight. You won't be getting implants but actual breast construction with tissue from your abdomen. You also need some penal conditioning that will start immediately. Your corset training has already begun and will continue unabated. Other devices will sometimes take the place of your corsets but your torso will always be restricted, very severally restricted. Your custom corsets will be ready by the time you are out of the hospital but I'm having other things made for you that will take longer. They'll all be ready by the time your room is ready for the two of you to move in." Now Mistress Carol chimed in, "Roberta has fixed a lovely meal for us all but I'm afraid she also made an error and needs to be punished. Therefore you two ladies won't be joining us for dinner. We won't be able to place Charli in the positioning frame tonight because Roberta will be occupying it. It might be very good for Charli to witness some of the forms of punishment anyway. It will also be a good chance to introduce Charli to chemical restraint since she won't be able to be in the frame. She might not realize the futility of resistance yet and we wouldn't want her to hurt herself struggling uselessly. Charli needs to start her conditioning as soon as possible and this will work out just as well as our previous plans. I'm not pleased with Roberta for necessitating the change in plans. She caused me to go to the extra effort of putting the female attachments back on the frame when I already had it all ready for Charli. Her punishment will be a little more severe than it would otherwise be. Hopefully Charli will watch closely and remember." Mistress Laura added, "I think this is actually for the good. Charli will have an even better idea of what she can expect." Mistress Carol chuckled and said, "That's very true. Maybe she should thank Roberta. It should also be a good example for her of the results of thinking she can get away with forbidden actions. I caught Roberta touching her breast. She was actually trying to work her fingers inside her corset and touch her nipple. She claims she had an itch but even if that were true it's no excuse." Now they were talking about us instead of too me. It may have been a subtle change but it was of tremendous importance to me. It made me feel like a chattel, not a person. "Come on girls. It's time to go to Roberta's room and get you both ready for the night." Roberta never sat down or said a word through the entire one-sided conversation. She began her painfully slow way across the living room to the hall. Mistress Laura came behind me. The chair had controls on the back and she maneuvered me along behind Roberta. Mistress Carol followed behind us. I could see the hall stretched for quite a distance toward the rear of the house. This strange procession made it's way slowly down the hall to a door at the very end. It seemed to take forever. I was frightened and yet anxious and eager to find what awaited me. Roberta opened the door and moved aside for Mistress and I to enter. For the first time I saw a change in her expression. She looked at me and her smile changed to a look of concern or possibly pity. Almost instantly the painted on smile returned as Mistress Carol came up behind us. A little more fear crept into my mind. My breath was literally taken away as we entered and I gazed about the room. It was too much to take in all at once. The room and its contents astonished me. My concentration on what lay before me was broken as I heard the door close and when I turned to look as Mistress Carol was taking a chain from around her neck. The chain held several keys and she used one to lock the deadbolt on the door. A little more fear joined my anxiety now and as I looked around the room they both grew as did my anticipation to experience some of the items that filled the room. Where to start? Probably the most striking feature of the room itself was that all the walls were covered with floor to ceiling mirrors. The only thing breaking the expanse of mirrors was a door across the room and it was like the closed door behind us, mirrored. There were no windows. The room was sealed off from the outside world completely. Recessed florescent lights in the ceiling provided illumination and the room was as bright as any I had ever seen. It was a very high ceiling and had a feature that I couldn't quite figure out. Some sort of tracks radiated out from the center of the ceiling, eight in all. They ran from the center to each corner and to the midpoint of each wall. The one going to the wall with the door on the other side of the room ran through the doorway into whatever was beyond. The doorway ran all the way to the ceiling so the track appeared to be uninterrupted. At the center of the room where the tracks all met were two electric cable hoists like they had used at the corset shop for the lacing bar. These both had a control box, with up and down switches, hanging from an electrical cable attached to the hoist. I could understand why a lacing bar would be needed by Roberta but why the tracks and why two hoists? It looked like the hoists could be moved along the tracks to any place in the room and even through the doorway. Through it to what, a bathroom? I looked down at the floor and sure enough, there in the center was a steel ring. The floor was covered with vinyl tile. The contents of the room looked more like a hospital than anything else. The first thing my eyes locked onto was something I had only seen in pictures. An Iron Lung, a real Iron Lung The big white horizontal cylinder must have been eight feet long and about three feet in diameter. It was supported by a steel framework and 3 pairs of legs with casters at the bottom of each leg. I could see the machinery underneath and the linkage that came up to operate the bellows underneath that would force air into and suck it out of the chamber to breathe for the person enclosed within. At the other end of the chamber was a hole in the very center. It wasn't just a hole but an opening with a foam rubber collar clamped into it. The collar was loosely covered with thin sheet rubber. Four clamps with large round hand wheels were spaced around the collar and seemed to hold it in place. The end of the chamber containing the collar was a separate piece and I looked at the two big clamps that held it to the body of the tank and drew it tight to make an airtight seal. Below the collar two rods projected out and supported a leather covered headrest. Over the top of the end was a large rectangular mirror. Two long, rectangular clear windows ran the length of the chamber on each side and four round ports with covers that could be opened to allow access to the occupant ran below the windows on each side. Did it really work? The cord running from the machinery underneath was plugged into the wall. It must work. There was another very large object in the room. It looked a lot like what I had seen photos of, a Circle O bed. Two large chrome or stainless steel circles standing on edge and attached to a support base and to each other, about 2 or 3 feet apart. They reached almost to the ceiling. The Circle O bed had a cot suspended between the circles and it could be rotated to any position with the head and foot traveling along the support circles. The patient would be sandwiched between the cot and another cot or stretcher strapped to it and over them. Whatever this was, it didn't have a cot installed on it. Where the cot would have been was a steel framework. It was apparent that it was designed to hold a human body. At one end, I guess the upper, was a padded bowl shaped headrest to hold the back of a persons head. A little below the middle two heavy bars ran down and out to hold a person's legs. It wasn't so much the frame or it's shape that made it apparent it was designed to hold a person. It was the things attached to it. The heavy straps I was getting used to seeing were absent from this item. Instead it had rigid bands or cuffs. They were hinged on one side to open and were held closed by latches similar to those used on inline skates and ski boots. The were made of shiny metal and padded on the inside. There were 17 of these cuffs, four on each side on the outside of the frame at the top part for their arms. There was also a large one between the two outside bars of the frame for their torso The two bars running down and out to the sides that I assumed were for legs also had four cuffs on each. At the upper end, just below the headrest was two piece arrangement that would hold the occupants shoulders and upper chest. It had a front and back half and the same type clamps joined them. Large openings were placed for access to the occupants breasts. It came up over the shoulders and the same clamps would hold it closed there. It appeared to be made of a heavy fiberglass or plastic. Underneath this thing was a lot of machinery. I recognized an air compressor and two pumps of some kind. One appeared to be a vacuum pump. Alongside the whole thing was a cart with even more equipment piled on it. I could see at least 3 devices that looked like pneumatic cylinders attached to frameworks of some kind. Mounted at the end of the actuating shaft of each there was a dildo. There was even more piled on the cart I couldn't identify. It was difficult to drag my gaze away this fascinating piece of equipment but I continued my visual tour of the room. There was an examining table identical to the one I had been strapped to in the doctor's office a few hours earlier. That was no surprise. There were two wheeled carts at the foot of the Iron Lung. One cart held a rectangular box with many controls and gauges on the front that was about 18" square. It was marked "Bennett Positive Pressure Respirator" and had a hose attached that ran to what looked like a gas mask with round eye pieces and many straps that would hold it tightly to someone's head. The other held another box about two feet square, again with many dials and controls all over one side. That box was marked "Thompson Multivent" A corrugated hose about the size of a vacuum cleaner hose ran from the box to the center of a gray plastic shell resting on the lower shelf. The shell looked like it would cover a person's chest and abdomen. The edges had wide rubber seals and there were straps that looked like they would wrap around the person and hold it in place. I recognized this as a portable Iron Lung or chest respirator. There was a wheeled hospital gurney along one wall and an electric wheelchair that looked identical to the one I was strapped in. The gurney and wheelchair both had a generous supply of the padded leather straps. Standing up against the same wall was a backboard like you see used by ambulance crews with accident victims and what I recognized as a "Stokes Litter" A wire mesh frame that a person lies down in instead of on. Both with the now customary straps. A small swivel stool on casters completed the furnishings. The one thing I expected and didn't see anywhere in the room was a bed. Mistress Carol voice broke my concentration on the room and it's contents. She was speaking very softly but I heard her clearly anyway, "I think we better get Charli ready first. We don't have complete control over her yet and she just might resist a little. Mistress Laura whispered back, "Good Idea. She still has no idea what she's gotten herself into." Mistress Laura came over to me and in her normal voice said. "We're going to get you ready for bed now Charli. Just relax and let us do everything for you. It will be much easier that way." Mistress Carol had opened a door on the side of the room that was completely concealed until she swung it open. It led to a closet and she returned in a few seconds with several items. One was a lacing bar with the attached cuffs like at the corset shop. There was also a small leather harness of some sort with a short cable attached to it. She went to the middle of the room and attached them to the overhead hoists. She had come out with a few other things as well that she had placed on a small cart by the wall. Mistress Laura moved my chair to the middle of the room under the hoists. Mistress Carol handed her a pair of gloves and she put them on. Mistress Carol was putting an identical pair on also. She released the straps holding my head to the headrest and the gag in my mouth. She refastened the gag strap at the back of my head. Mistress Carol lowered the hoist she had attached the harness to. I realized what it was for when she placed the harness over my head and worked one strap under my chin and the other low on the back of my neck. Then she buckled a strap on each side that joined the front and rear straps. The harness was firmly strapped to my head. She raised the hoist again until there was a firm pull on my head. Then Mistress Carol lowered the other hoist until the lacing bar was directly in front of me. She released the strap holding my right wrist to the arm of the chair and placed one of the cuffs snug around my wrist. As she touched my arm I understood the purpose of the gloves. Their surface felt like a cross between sandpaper and a nettle. There was now a feeling of human contact when she touched my bare skin. She repeated the same operation with my left wrist and the other cuff. Then she raised the hoist until the chains attaching the cuffs to the bar were taut. Mistress began releasing the straps holding my arms as Mistress Carol raised the hoist. There was never the opportunity for me to move my arms at all except for the movement as the hoist lifted them over my head. Mistress released the straps holding my torso and thighs as Mistress Carol continued to raise the hoists. The tension on my head and arms raised me to a vertical position with my calves and feet still strapped to the heavy power chair. Mistress raised my skirt and released the straps holding my drainage bag. She also unclipped the garters holding up my stockings. She rolled them down to the straps still around my calves. Then Mistress retrieved two more cuffs with short chains attached. Mistress Carol released the straps holding my left leg and held it while Mistress removed my shoe and stocking from it. She strapped the cuff around my ankle and then fastened it to the ring on the floor. They repeated the operation with my right leg and then raised the hoist until I was suspended in air. Then they moved the chair out of the way. They were treating me like a dangerous felon who might attempt an escape or to attack them. I might have but a part of me was thoroughly enjoying the ministrations of these two beautiful women. I had heard all they told me but I didn't realize at the time that it was the last opportunity I would ever have to escape or resist in any way. Not without severe punishment that made resistance unthinkable. I was suspended with my feet off the floor and the chains connected to my ankles tight. My arms and head were supporting my full weight but I wasn't being stretched like when my final lacing was done. Mistress Carol brought over a small stepladder and climbed up on it. She released my right arm and brought it down to my side, holding it tight. Mistress had unbuttoned my blouse and now they worked my arm out of it and then reattached the cuff to my wrist. The discomfort of hanging by only one arm and my head would have made resistance futile even if I had been so inclined. They did the same with my left. They had this very well planned and I realized how truly helplessness I was. Mistress Carol unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor. It lay surrounding the ring in the floor and the chains holding me. Then she pulled my half-slip down my legs and it joined my skirt. Mistress Laura unlocked the steel belt encircling my waist and securing my corset from tampering. The slight release of pressure as it was removed was very noticeable. More pressure disappeared as they began loosening the laces of my corset. I had thought it would be welcome but it was painful as the pressure was eased on my torso. I wanted them to lace it tightly around me again. Once all the laces were relaxed Mistress Laura unhooked the busk and removed my corset. She handed it to Mistress Carol who waited until Mistress Laura removed my abdominal binder and handed it to her as well. Then she took them both and disappeared into the closet with them. Mistress Laura unhooked my bra and removed it. I noticed that the shoulder straps had fasteners of some kind that could be disconnected so she didn't have to release my arms to get the bra off my arms. She reached under my right arm and began to peel my right breast form from me. As she worked she commented that the adhesive was holding very well but I wouldn't have much chance to wear them. I would spend most of the next week undergoing the skin stretching treatments that would allow me to have breast construction the size they desired. In just a few minutes she had them both removed. It felt wonderful to be free of the tremendous confinement of my corset but not to have my breasts removed. When I looked in the mirror I found I preferred the shape my new corset gave me regardless of the discomfort. The loss of my breasts brought tears to my eyes. Mistress Carol took my forms and bra to the closet also. Mistress Carol came back and unlocked the two padlocks securing my chastity belt and unfastened the strap between my legs from the rear of belt. She pulled the strap through the loop in my butt plug and left the strap dangling between my legs. My own muscles were holding the plug in place. I tried to expel it but it wouldn't budge. Mistress Carol noticed what I was trying to do. "You can try all day and you won't be able to force it out. There is a ring inflated inside you that locks it in until it's deflated." She came around in front of me and disconnected the tube from my catheter to my urine bag. She lifted the front outer cover of my chastity and pulled the tube back through the hole in the cover. For the first time I saw the inside of the chastity. My penis was pointed straight down and nestled in a trough formed in a very thick piece of rubber that tapered down in thickness out to the edges of the chastity. A thin piece of rubber stretched over the trough and hooked at one side held my penis in the trough. She removed that thin cover and went behind me and undid the straps that held the belt closed in the back. As she released it she held it in place in the front and then eased it down and allowed my penis to slip back through the hole in the front above the chastity. My testicles dropped free and it felt strange to be free of the confinement. She deflated the internal balloon and removed my catheter. As soon as it was free my penis hardened into full erection. She and Mistress Laura disappeared into the closet with my chastity. When they returned, Mistress Laura had another harness of some sort and another corset, a much shorter one. She pulled the stool over right in front of me. The harness looked like a black leather jock strap with a hole for my cock to go through. It had wires leading from it. She fed my cock through the hole and proceeded to strap it tightly around my hips. The feel of those horrible gloves she wore was terrible as she grasped my penis. She tucked my balls in the soft leather pouch. A stinging sensation from the gloves was all I had left to remember her touch. A strap from the pouch hung free between my legs. Then she took the strap hanging between my legs and secured it snugly to the back of the hip straps, securing the plug again, deep inside me. Even though I hadn't been able to dislodge it, the strap made its presence seem even more secure. Mistress Carol handed her a clear plastic cylinder that she placed over my penis and secured to the leather harness with twist locks. It was somewhat larger than my erect penis and It had wires as well as several tubes leading from it. There was a soft ring around the inside of the open end. I could see metal plates of some sort inside it. There was one all the way around the inside at the open end. Several others ran up the length of it and a metal dome inside at the closed end. It looked like it would cover the head of my penis if or when it filled the cylinder. Wires ran from all the metal parts as well as the leather pouch holding my balls. She took a separate wire harness behind me and I could feel her fasten it to the plug filling me. While she was applying it she had been talking, "Male orgasms are such a selfish action. You are still capable of having them but control of them is going to be taken away from you and be ours alone. Your health requires your prostrate to be emptied occasionally so we will to be milking you at the same time. Too much of anything can be unpleasant and that is just what is going to be happening to you. You had your first taste of that this morning. You will be forced to ejaculate over and over until you would beg us to stop if you were allowed to speak. You may enjoy the first few but then it will be just a milking without pleasure. That won't be a pleasant action for you. It won't be too long before you don't derive any pleasure whatsoever from penal stimulation. Then your cock will stop responding to stimuli and you'll feel internal arousal that you'll find far superior. Tonight you will probably experience extreme arousal without ejaculation. You'll find that combination very undesirable. You may experience something entirely different." Now she came directly in front of me and looked me in the eyes and said,"Tomorrow we have an appointment with an orthopedic appliance shop where we will have you measured for your more serious restraint garments and devices. You will have every type of brace you have ever imagined wearing and many you haven't. You will wear them all. When you are not in suspension, strapped into or on something or chemically restrained you will be encased in braces from your head to your feet and be incapable of movement except as we may allow. They may also add some final additions to your custom corsets to deal with your special needs. You'll also be fitted for chastity panties similar to the Latowski belt you like so much. It will be more extensive and have some features not included in the Latowski version. Your panties will also provide another type of restraint that you will learn about soon enough. Roberta has panties like you'll be getting and maybe she will be willing to demonstrate that for you later." I looked over at Roberta and her smile had been replaced by a look of pure terror. "Elimination of your body wastes will be handled by an indwelling catheter like you are used to wearing and by a "Bardex" catheter like you experienced at the doctors office this morning. We will feed you or designate someone else to feed you when not supplying your nourishment by IV or stomach tube. All of your bodily functions will be under our control so you can see, you no longer have control over any aspect of your life whatsoever." "You may wonder why we am going to all the trouble of molding your figure and giving you breast implants if you are going to be imprisoned as I've described. Your experience in the car this afternoon is why. You were given an example of what you may expect if you complete your training successfully and what you'll be denied if you don't. The feelings you derive from your breasts and your corsets and the very appearance of your body will remind you of what you are striving for. Everything you wear will show the shape of your body underneath. If you are successful in your training you will be surgically changed to a real woman. You will be our slave of course but you will know happiness beyond imagination." "Oh yes, The plug inside of you right now is just one of the many you'll experience. You'll never be without one and that little penis will be locked up at all times except when it is being placed in another device. You will never be allowed to touch it again. It belongs to us and only we have the authority to touch it or designate someone else to touch it. You will never touch it again. When it is converted to a vagina it will bring you the kind of joy you had a little taste of earlier today." "If you resist us in any way your resistance will fail and your punishment will be severe. I can only tell you that you won't enjoy the punishment we can inflict on you. Now Mistress Carol will explain your chemical restraint." Mistress Carol told me, "Your chemical restraint will be achieved through the use of Curare. It was originally a South American poison used on poison arrows and darts. It kills the prey by paralyzing their breathing muscles. It has been refined and improved by modern medicine and is used for many purposes including to totally paralyze a person during surgery or for some other purposes. You are one of those other purposes. When injected it paralyzes all of your skeletal and voluntary muscles. Everything, from your eyelids to the largest muscles including the respiratory muscles will be completely paralyzed. It doesn't affect the ability to feel, only to move, so you will be able to feel and appreciate everything that is done to you while you are paralyzed. The size of the dosage determines the duration of the paralysis and it leaves no after affects. Having you paralyzed will make a lot of things that need to be done for you easier and others harder but the main reason is to emphasize your total helplessness and dependency on your Mistresses. We will totally control every aspect of your existence." "I'm going to remove your gag and traction harness now so I can get the respirator mask and a neck brace on you before I inject the Curare. If you have any intelligence at all you won't utter a word. If you do I'll inject the Curare and let it take effect before I put the mask and brace on you. You'll survive but your inability to breathe will be a very unpleasant experience and your head will be flopping around very uncomfortably." My mind was spinning with all they had told me. This was certainly not what I had agreed upon. Actually I guess it was what I had agreed upon, everything they told me they were going to do was taken care of by the fifteen items on the list I signed but I had never dreamed this was what Mistress Laura had in mind. I couldn't imagine living the way they described but a part of me wanted to and apparently I had no choice in the matter. They had made it clear that verbal protest would be fruitless and judging from the way they handled me physical resistance was not an option either. I truly was completely helpless and totally under their control. I was amazed when I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw my cock hard and erect inside the clear tube enclosing it. I realized how excited I was about what was coming immediately and in the future. My real concern was that it would surely be too much of what I had wanted and dreamed of for so long. Mistress Laura lowered the hoists so I was standing on my feet supporting my full weight. She released the straps and removed the harness from my head. Then she released the strap holding the penis gag. She pulled it out and drool ran copiously from my mouth as I tried to work the stiffness from my jaw. There was no temptation to say a word. By this time Mistress Carol had pushed the cart containing the Bennett respirator over and it was in front of me. I saw the box with all of its controls and a hose leading to the heavy mask. Also on the cart was what must have been the cervical collar she had referred to. It looked like it was made of heavy plastic or fiberglass with padding inside. I could see it was shaped to fit under my chin and be supported by my upper chest in front and my lower skull and upper back in the back. The front and back portions were connected by wide pieces of plastic with Velcro fastenings at both sides. Mistress Carol told me to lean my head back so she could put moistening drops in my eyes. She said the Curare would paralyze my eyelids and I wouldn't be able to blink if my eyes were open. The drops would prevent my eyes from drying out. I couldn't even imagine not being able to blink but I tilted my head back and my vision blurred as she put the drops in. I blinked rapidly to clear my vision and it did clear to a large extent. Mistress Laura picked up the mask and loosened all the straps. She placed it against my face. It completely covered my face and extended about halfway back over my head on top, to just in front of my ears on the side and under my chin. She pulled the straps over my head to the back and began tightening them. They pulled the mask tight against my face and I could feel the wide rubber flanges sealing all around. The respirator didn't to seem to be operating yet because no air was being forced into the mask but I could breathe normally. I could see easily through the glass eye pieces in front of each eye. The smell of the rubber was slightly stimulating. She took the cervical collar and opened the Velcro on one side and slipped it around my neck and under my chin. She pulled the connection at the side together and fastened the Velcro. It fit snugly and held my head rigid with me unable to tilt or twist it. Mistress Carol told Mistress Laura she wanted to check the respirator before starting. She adjusted a few of the knobs and then flicked a toggle switch on the front. Immediately air flooded the mask and forced it's way into my lungs. It seemed like it would explode them but then the flow stopped and the air was expelled from my lungs. Then the air started flowing in again and the sequence repeated over and over. Mistress Carol adjusted some of the knobs again and the flow seemed to be a little less demanding, forcing less air into my lungs. Either that or I got more used to it. I quit fighting and just let it breathe for me and then Mistress Carol turned it off. I almost forgot to breathe for a few seconds. Mistress Carol held up a full syringe in front of me. Then she stepped around behind me. My pulse rate must have been over 100 as I waited for the sting on the needle. I felt the coldness of an alcohol wipe and then the sting of the needle. I held my breath waiting for the affects. Nothing happened. She came back around in front and laid the syringe down on the cart. I could see it was now empty. Nothing seemed to be happening and then I realized I wasn't blinking. I tried to close my eyelids but they wouldn't move. Mistress Laura had stepped over beside Mistress Carol and I tried to look over at her. I couldn't move my eyes. About that time I realized my tongue wouldn't move either. I started to panic and wanted her to turn on the respirator but realized I was still breathing fine. My fingers were slipping from the lacing bar. I couldn't hold on to it any more. My hands fell free from the bar and hung suspended from the straps around my wrists. Just a second or two later my knees buckled and my full weight was hanging from the bar. I tried to stand up straight again my legs refused to respond. I took a deep breath to try again and my lungs didn't respond. No air flowed into them. Just as this registered on me I saw Mistress Carol flip the switch on and air flooded into the mask and to my lungs. They filled and then emptied as the respirator took over what I could no longer do. I experimented and discovered I couldn't move anything. It was the most eerie feeling. I was wondering if they were just going to leave me hanging when I saw Mistress Laura in the mirror. She was carrying the shorter corset I had seen earlier. She wrapped it around me and fastened the busk in front. It ran from just below the tops of my hips to below my breasts. As they both began working on the laces Mistress Laura told me that I needed to be corseted at night also so I wouldn't loose the reduction gained during the day. It seemed to tighten on my body much easier now. My paralyzed muscles couldn't resist the pressure squeezing my mid torso. Each time the respirator allowed the air to flow out of my lungs they would tighten the laces a little more. I had felt helpless as my corset was tightened around me at the corset shop but this was far worse. I was totally subject to their will. They finished in only a few minutes. The pressure felt much more severe than before. At least it didn't cover as much of my torso now. Mistress Laura brought the electric wheelchair over behind me. There were some very wide straps of a heavy mesh material lying across the seat of the chair and draped over the arms. Mistress Carol knelt down and removed the straps from my ankles and then Mistress moved the chair forward until my feet were over the footrests. Mistress began lowering me until I could feel my feet on the footrests. As she lowered me further Mistress Carol guided my body until I was sitting in the chair again. She held me upright while Mistress wrapped wide straps around me at the waist and at my chest and buckled me tightly to the chair. She fastened another strap around my head and mask which held my head tight against the headrest. Mistress Laura lowered the hoist more and as my arms came down to my sides my forearms were resting on the arm rests of the chair. Mistress Carol wrapped another strap around each forearm and then removed the straps attaching me to the lacing bar. Mistress Laura raised the bar out of the way. She stepped around behind me and with a click and low hum my chair turned and started forward across the room towards the Iron Lung. She stopped to chair a few feet from the Iron Lung and she and Mistress Carol went over to it. I watched with fascination as they released the two large clamps sealing the head plate with the opening and head rest to the body of the chamber. They pulled on the end and the whole end assembly rolled on its own wheels away from the chamber bringing the cot with it. They continued pulling until the cot was completely exposed. Some arrangement of bars, rods and rollers supported the end of the cot still attached to the chamber. The cot also rolled back and forth on the bars that supported it became obvious when they rolled it back about a foot or two from the end plate. As I watched they busied themselves with preparing the Iron Lung for my occupancy. There were L-shaped brackets along both sides of the cot that came up from below and held more of the padded leather straps I was becoming so very familiar with. There were four along each side of the cot. They depressed a button on each bracket and it released the bracket and they swung down until the straps hung below the cot. Mistress laid a wide rubber strap across the cot several feet down from the upper end. They both went around to what would be the outside of the head plate and loosened the hand wheels holding the clamps that held the rubber collar in place. They pulled on the upper corners of the collar and it pulled through the clamps and the opening in the center stretched and became larger. They tightened the upper hand wheels and then did the same with the lower clamps. The opening in the collar was now obviously large enough to allow a head to pass through it. The thin rubber covering the foam rubber collar just wrinkled up a little more as the opening increased in size. They went to the control panel on the side of the Iron Lung and Mistress Carol showed Mistress Laura something there and they adjusted several of the controls. Mistress Laura turned on the on-off switch and the Iron Lung came to life. Amidst an assortment of mechanical sounds the bellows underneath the chamber began moving up and down. They both watched it for a minute or so, nodded to each other and then Mistress Laura switched it off. They both turned and looked at me, it was almost time for me to experience something I had dreamed of since childhood. Mistress Carol went over and removed the head harness from one hoist. She took it to what I would later come to know as the accessory closet. She came back with a long steel bar, returned to the hoist and attached the center of the bar to the cable coming from the hoist. Then she moved the hoist along the track until it was directly over me. She retrieved two heavy webbing straps with steel rings on the ends that were hanging down by the sides of my chair. She hooked them over the ends of the steel bar and then began releasing the straps that held me in the chair. She began raising the hoist and as the webbing straps became tight I felt first pressure on my buttocks, thighs and back and then was lifted from the chair. In just a few seconds I was hanging from the hoist and could see I was suspended in a sling made up of two pieces of heavy mesh fabric, one supporting my buttocks and thighs and the other my back. In spite of my completely paralyzed condition I felt quite secure in the sling. It supported me well and wrapped tightly around my sides. Mistress Carol raised me a little higher and then Mistress Laura began pushing me toward the Iron Lung. The hoist slid along the track and soon I was hanging directly over the Iron Lung's cot. Mistress Laura swung me so my body was in line with the cot and lowered me until my feet were on the cot and my buttocks just a few inches above it. She seemed to be studying my position and her planning must have been perfect because she seemed satisfied and lowered me down onto the cot. As my weight was taken on my buttocks the back portion of the sling lowered my back onto the cot. In seconds I was lying on the cot. My head was off the end of the cot but the cervical support supported my head firmly. Mistress Laura disconnected the straps from the bar on the hoist and raised the bar up to the ceilings. She straightened my legs out and she and Mistress Carol began raising the L-shaped brackets they had swung down out of the way earlier. Each bracket clicked and locked in its upright position and they buckled the straps on each around my arms and legs, one strap around each ankle, thigh, wrist and upper arm. Other straps were fastened tightly over my abdomen, waist and lower chest, just below my breasts. When they were finished strapping me to the cot Mistress Laura produced something else. She brought them into my view in the mirror over my head. She was holding what looked like clear plastic breast forms. They looked large but smaller than my new breast forms. They were made of heavy plastic and were hollow. The edges were covered by soft black rubber seals. At the top of each form, where the nipple would be, was an added little chamber much too large to represent a nipple. They were about a 3/4 inch in diameter and a little more in height. A clear plastic hose ran from the top of each of the chambers and the two hoses joined and became one. Inside the top of each of the small chambers was a shiny metal half sphere, open side down. They were perforated with many small holes and a wire ran from each out through the top of the chamber. A shiny metal band ran around the inside of the large opening of each of the breast chambers, just above the rubber seals. Wires ran from them also. The two forms were joined to each other in the center by a piece of black rubber. She disappeared behind the end plate my head passed through. I felt one of them rubbing some lotion on my breasts and then placing the forms on my chest, centered over my breasts. I felt the ends of the rubber strap that had been placed on the cot being brought around me and fastened the ends to the forms. They were held snugly but not tightly to my chest. I heard Mistress Carol comment that she had larger sizes that would be used as my breasts were stretched. Mistress Laura removed the cervical collar from around my neck and Mistress Carol, standing on the other side, supported my head as I lost the support from the collar. Mistress Laura loosened the straps holding the mask to my face. She held the mask tight against my face and pulled the straps from in back of my head. Mistress Carol was standing on the other side of the cot and the two of them began sliding the cot up toward the end plate and the opening my head would pass through. Suddenly Mistress Laura pulled the mask from my face and they quickly slid the cot up against the head plate with Mistress Carol supporting my head as it passed through the opening in the collar. Mistress immediately placed the mask back on my face and held it there. It had all happened so fast I hadn't even had time to panic when she removed the mask that was breathing for me. Mistress Carol began loosening the hand wheels holding the collar open and I felt it tightening around my neck. It was very snug and uncomfortable. She pulled at the top of the collar and the pressure at the very front of my neck eased a little. They began pushing the end assembly, and with it the cot and me, toward the body of the Iron Lung. I was rolled quickly inside and heard a solid thud and felt the jolt as the end slammed against the body of the Iron Lung. They rotated the clamps that sealed the end to the body, locking me inside. Mistress Carol must have gone around to the control panel because as soon as Mistress Laura pulled the mask from my face the Iron Lung was turned on. There was almost no break in my breathing as the Iron Lung took over the duties. It was good to have the mask off my face but the collar around my neck was new and slightly uncomfortable. As the pressure inside the tank increased and was reduced the collar moved in an out. Mistress adjusted the mirror at the top of the tank so I could see across the room. I could see Roberta standing motionless beside the large structure I described earlier. That must be the positioning frame Mistress Carol had mentioned earlier. I guess muscles don't control erections because I could feel my cock responding to what I was experiencing. It was hard and erect. My mind was exploring the sensations of life in the Iron Lung when I became aware of a new sensation. Something was tugging at my breasts and cock. Each time as pressure began to drop in the tank and air was sucked into my lungs my breasts were being sucked into the forms they had strapped over them and my cock into the tube enclosing it. A vacuum was apparently being applied them. It was a pleasant feeling and a welcome addition to all the other sensations I was experiencing. The Mistresses had crossed the room and were standing on either side of Roberta. Mistress Laura took her crutches and leaned them against the wall. She supported her as Mistress Carol opened the zipper at the back of her maid's dress. She quickly slipped it off over her head and then unfastened and lifted her petticoats over her head as well. I had thought she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in her uniform and walking with her braces and crutches. What was underneath was unbelievably more arousing and beautiful for me. Now I could see that her braces extended unbroken from her feet to her armpits. She had remained standing from the first moment I'd seen her. Now I could see why. There were no joints in the uprights of her braces. They were solid from her feet to the top. There was no way she could flex her ankles, knees or hips. The brace uprights I'd seen below her dress had appeared wider than normal and at her hips they widened even more, to about two inches. A solid two inch wide plate of solid steel ran up each side of her torso to the top of her corset at her armpits. Between the two steel plates at her sides more polished steel bands ran around the back of her body. A pelvic band ran low on her pelvis, one at her waist and another at the level of her breasts. In the center of her back was still more steel, another 2 inch wide upright on either side of her spine ran from the pelvic band to above the top band. Underneath all the steel I could see her corset. It was black leather and looked gorgeous contrasted with the polished steel. It started at the level of the pelvic band and covered her breasts in front. In the back it went higher between her shoulder blades and two heavy, wide set straps passed over her shoulders and joined with the front of the corset at the outer part of the cups. Heavy boning ran from top to bottom and even the cups were heavily boned. There was no padding under the steel engulfing her torso and no obvious fastening devices in the front holding the steel brace to her. It looked