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The Office Trap By holly Part 1 It was on my desk when I arrived that fateful morning. A large envelope with my name on it, no return address or name. I didn't think twice about it as I opened the first envelope only to find a note and a second preaddressed envelope to a PO box. I didn't recognize the address, but was really wondering when I read the note. I know what you want, if you are interested and will follow my directions, you can prove this by placing a lock of pubic hair in the inner envelope and sending it in the outgoing office mail. It must be sent today. You will discuss this with no one or any hope at the pleasure you want will be gone. It was an offer I really couldn't refuse. My fantasy life was merging with my real life, but who could it be. I ruled out anyone in the office since they all knew I was married and wouldn't fool around on my wife. Could it be her? Maybe, but then she hadn't seemed at all interested for a long time. Well the only way I was going to find out was to follow the instructions. Closing my office door, I quickly cut off some pubic hair and put it in the envelope, sealing it and slipping it into the mail. As the day wore on, I lost track of the letter and when I thought about it again, it was gone. Nothing happened for the rest of the week and I began to think it was only my imagination, except that there was a hunk out of my hair to remind me that it had happened. The next week another envelope was on my desk. Again it contained a note with a second envelope inside. I accept your decision to go on, you will shave the hair off your balls. Your balls only. Then put on the cock strap in the envelope. You will cinch it to the last hole and you will wear it until I tell you differently. Since you do not have a razor here, you will put the strap on now, then you will shave for tomorrow. I will know if you do not, it you fail, then it is over for good. Again I closed the door and slipped the strap behind my balls and tightened it to the last hole. It was painfully tight, and as I pulled my pants up, I could detect a bulge presenting a wonderful display. Well if anyone was looking they would know I had put the cock strap on. Nothing more was said, and I could detect no special notice by anyone for the remainder of the day. When I got home, she wasn't there so I quickly went to the bathroom and shaved my balls. If it was my wife, I had to be sure I was ready for her. When she returned, not a word was said and I again began to speculate as to who it might be. As before, nothing happened for the rest of the week and I couldn't imagine what would happen next. On Wednesday, as before, there was the telltale envelope as it had been the previous weeks. In it was the note and the second envelope. You have done well with the strap, it is now time to get more serious, in the envelope you will find a heavy brass ring which is the same inside diameter as the strap at the point you have been cinching it. You will replace the strap with the ring and then place the strap in the envelope for outgoing mail. I will know if you are wearing my ring or not. By the way, I suggest you try to put your balls in first, then force your soft cock through the ring. Unlike the strap, this will not give at all. You will wear it 24 hours a day, even in the shower. You will not masturbate, if you do, you will find it both painful and even more frustrating. The diameter of the ring has been chosen to allow you to achieve a full erection, but it will not be pleasant. As before you will keep your balls clear of any hair. The weight of the ring should help remind you that you are mine and cause you to wonder who I am, who has such intimate control of your body. Whoever it was had hit the nail on the head, my frustration was getting higher, I had not had any sex for a long time and now had not had the relief of a good orgasm at my own hands for a week and it appeared it would be another week. For the first several hours, I was intensely aware of the ring about my cock and balls. It had a very significant weight and tended to force my cock into my underwear. The feel of my nude balls also intensified this sensation and I found that I was erecting despite what I had been warned about. The erection caused the weight to increase and my balls felt even heavier with the strain. I wasn't sure this was a good idea any more and tried to work the ring off. It wouldn't come off, but the pain did bring the erection down and I thought that I might be able to stand it for a while. The following morning, by usual morning erection was intensely painful. I tried to calm myself down and wondered if I would be able to keep this up very long. Unlike the strap, which I had eased off of at night, this gave no room for such betrayal. I was getting the punishment She thought I needed. But how could she have known? The following Wednesday, there was the envelope on my desk, first thing in the morning. You will wear the contents of the second envelope. And you will keep your balls shaved. You will place your underwear in the envelope and seal it and set it out for the mail. Tomorrow, you will be expected to be wearing the contents. As before, tell no one, or it is over. I will expect that you will not soil my panties or I will be very angry with you. I opened the second envelope and out fell a pair of blue ladies panties, French cut. This was getting too bizarre and I still didn't know who. Again I closed the door and quickly slipped out of my pants and underwear, slipping on the panties. These turned out to be nearly too small, cutting into my waist a little and riding into the crack of my ass. My cock had begun to get hard as I pulled my pants up leaving a bulge. It was a few minutes before I reopened the door. As before, the effect of the ring was to force my cock and balls into the panties, which had an incredible sensuous feel. My cock slid against the fabric of the panties for the next several hours and I found myself rocking my hips to intensify this effect. By lunch I was a wreck. How I got through the rest of the day I don't know, but I did. As before, nothing was said either in the office or at home for the remainder of the week. But unlike the previous times, the next day, there was another envelope on my desk. The note informed me to remove the blue panties and put the new ones on and as before to be certain not to soil them. I looked at the panties as I removed them and noted the marks from the pre-cum that had been oozing from my body over the past day. Well I couldn't be expected to be a eunuch after all. The next day, the panties in the envelope were silky black and the note with them indicated that she had noted my "soiling" of her panties and further that they had been badly stretched out of shape. Both offenses I would have to make amends for in the near future. This pattern continued each day until Friday when the envelope contained three pair, one for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. By the following week, I was a wreck, due to the instructions, I had not even masturbated. I was one horny son of a bitch. Then it happened. With my hands shaking from nervous energy, I was in a hurry that morning and as I shaved my balls, I nicked them with the razor. It was so sharp I didn't even notice until I was washing out the blade and saw the tell tail blood. I looked and it wasn't too bad, but it was going to be a problem. I had to find a better way to do this. The softness of the panties had already pointed out that the hair was growing back far too fast using this method and I wasn't consistent. I became aware of commercials talking about bikini shaves and so forth, cream hair removers. It turned out that there were more out there with this problem than I had thought... True they were women, but then what the devil was going on with me? I began trolling the store and finally found what I was looking for, this was a mild scented lotion that worked in 7 to 15 minutes. That would fit into my time. I decided to use it the next week and bought it that day. On Wednesday, my desk contained a small box rather than an envelope. As in all the other cases, there was a note detailing instructions for me, but unlike before, there was a diagram to show me what was expected. The contents of the box included a "T" shaped strap affair and another small box. On the stem of the T was a buckle, which allowed the strap to be shortened or made longer. I was to take the end of the strap and slide it around the brass ring at the base of my cock under my balls. This would mean that it would be hanging between my legs. I was then to undo the buckle and attach the other strap to the ring going around my waist and ensuring that the tail that would go into the buckle hung over the crack of my ass. Looking at the diagram and reading the instructions caused my cock to become near rock hard, not the first time this had happened since putting the ring around my cock and balls. Then and only then was I allowed to open the second box. It took some doing to slide the thin leather strap around the ring held now very tightly against my body by my erect cock; but I finally succeeded and the strap was dangling between my legs as shown and the other held the ring tightly against my body and was around my waist. The second box contained a small soft butt plug, lubricant and another sheet of instructions. With another envelope tucked in and the words "open at 4:00" on the front. The instructions said to slip the end of the strap hanging between my legs into the loop on the base of the plug, lubricate the plug and slide it into my ass. I was then to sit down driving the plug into my ass and fasten the buckle tight to hold it in position. After I had done this, I could then wipe the excess off and pull my panties back into position after putting the condom on to keep my pre cum from staining them. As I sat there, I could feel a cool burning sensation, which I had assumed, was from the plug working against the sphincter muscles. The last line of the note indicated that my mistress would know without doubt whether I removed the plug before she said I could. That if I didn't want to incur her wrath, I would only do as directed. Throughout the day I felt the same cool burning sensation when I walked and mostly when I sat down driving the plug into my ass. While it was not very long, it did have a moderate diameter. Finally 4:00 rolled around and I opened the envelope. The directions were simple, I was to remove the plug and place it in the box along with the straps. I was then to put the box in my upper right drawer. As soon as I arrived in the morning, I was to put it back on and wear it for the remainder of the day. This was to continue until she directed otherwise. I was not to remove the ring, nor was I to crap for at least three hours after I had removed the plug each night. I removed the plug and felt the slight emptiness for the first time that day and the last cold burn as it slipped from my body. I then unsnapped the straps and put all this in the box closing the lid. Wondering once again who was doing this, I placed the box into my desk and prepared to leave for the day. After so many days with the ring in place, my groin was getting raw, how could I stand it much longer I didn't know. The next morning I arrived and found the box as I had left it. The note on top reminded me that I was to insert the plug and strap it into place for the day. After lubricating the plug, I slid it into place and felt the first minor irritation as it slipped past my sphincter muscles. Moments later I had secured the straps and had my panties pulled up in place. As before, each time I sat down, or walked, I felt the liquid flow from the plug into my body. I had decided that the reason that I had been able to slide it out so easily the day before was the added lubricant that was in the plug. This seemed to be brought more clearly to my mind with each step. As Friday approached, I wondered what the plan would be. It would be nearly impossible to keep the plug a secret at home during the weekend. That evening, when I went to remove the plug and strap, I found a new set of instructions and envelope waiting for me. The instructions informed me that I was to take the envelope home with me and in the morning, after I had used the bathroom, I was to slide the egg shaped thing into my ass. I did not have to worry about it coming out, or getting it out since it would slowly dissolve all day until the following morning. When I was to put the second one in. If I didn't do so, she would know this immediately. I considered what was happening and debated stopping with this whole thing, but in the end took the envelope with me. The evening went pretty much as always and in the morning, after I had been to the bathroom, I slid the "egg" from its wrapper. It was very slick with a liquid film covering a near translucent material. I debated again for a moment then assumed a squatting position expanding my ass as much as possible. While not large, the "egg" was large enough to cause my rectal muscles to resist for a few moments. But after steady pressure, the thing slipped into my ass. As the sphincter closed behind it, it felt like it had been propelled into my body. Again I felt a slight burning cold, but this went away quickly and I nearly forgot about it for the rest of the day. Sunday was the same and I found I didn't even notice even a few minutes later. My life was clearly going to the bizarre, but I seemed as if trapped by my own desires. Monday arrived and for the first time I spread the lotion hair remover on my balls and along my crotch. I had decided earlier not to let any get on my legs but as I adjusted my position to get an even spread, it went down the inside of my legs a little way. I didn't know what to expect, but the first thing was that it wasn't exactly unscented. It wasn't totally unpleasant, but it was noticeable. After a few minutes, I felt a tingling and a very mild burning in the very center of my crotch. This was the very sensitive skin that formed a slight ridge and I was sure that it would be red and enflamed. After 7 minutes, I decided to make sure that it had done its job, but found that it wasn't clear to me, so I decided to go for the gusto and waited the maximum of 15. I got into the shower and with the hand unit and recommended washcloth, I removed the remaining hair from the area. I was very smooth. Oddly, my cock had not erected during this operation. Now that this was done, I slid the ring back into place, then got out and dried off. By the time I had the panties on, I was again feeling an urge in my lower body. The very smoothness of my balls against the panties was out of the world. I couldn't believe the sensations. It took all my patience to finish getting dressed since each time I moved, the soft material of the panties worked along my crotch and even into the crack of my ass. It felt sooo good. By the time I got to the office I was very excited. Again I found the butt plug in my desk, but to my surprise the box contained a warning that I was to continue inserting the plug each day and attaching the straps of the T strap. It also indicated that the plug was to be squeezed hard with my rectal muscles at least once an hour. Again the ominous warning that she would know if I failed to do so. Again I closed the door and assumed the position trying to slide the plug into my ass. But this time it just wouldn't go. I redoubled my efforts and finally it settled into my body. I felt fuller than before and it began to dawn on me that this plug was larger than the one I had used the previous week. I also discovered that my body would instinctively try to tighten down against the plug and as I did a liquid coolness seemed to fill the area around the plug. For the first few hours I kept track of the clock and found it somehow more submissive to think that I was being ordered to accept the subtle screwing I was getting from this plug. I found that I was again rocking in my chair forcing the plug into my ass and as I did, squeezing my butt tightly closed about the shape of the plug. With each passing hour, the plug became more and more comfortable. At the end of the day, the plug slipped from my body with ease and I could see that it was smaller somehow than it had been when I had first inserted it. The next day, again the plug was at its full size and there was a second small box, which was similar to the ones the eggs had come in. The note on the box said to open it at the end of the day. After a little effort, I was able to insert the plug as before. I was certain it was larger than before. As before, my body immediately clamped down on it forcing the liquid that I knew was inside to inject itself into my ass. I began to wonder just what it was that was infusing my body. By the end of the day, the plug, as before, slipped easily from my body. I could no longer lie to myself, whatever was going on, I was trapped by the situation. After putting the plug back in its box, I opened the other box and as I expected, it had an egg in it. The note indicated that I was to wait at least three hours and then insert it into my ass as I had before. Later that evening, I did as directed and felt the warmth of the liquid dissolving in my body. Each succeeding day the plug seemed slightly larger and the egg also. By the following Wednesday, I had been doing this for several weeks and still had no idea who had me dressing each day in a cock ring circling my shaved balls, T strap attached to the ring holding a butt plug firmly seated in my ass, held in place by straps which gave nothing; all hidden by a flimsy pair of panties. As I entered my office, my heart beat fiercely. There on the desk was the box, larger than previous ones. I opened the end and found the note. It indicated that I was to dress as always but was to add the new contents of the box. This turned out to be a pair of panty hose. I was being slowly transformed into a transvestite and no longer cared. Prior to putting on the hose, I inserted the plug and again adjusted to its size. I could feel something oozing from the thing, but had simply reached a point where I didn't care. I again attached the strap to the brass cock ring and pulled it between my legs holding the plug in place tightly, before settling the soft panties into position. The pantyhose were next and soon I was again dressed, to all outward appearances as a male. For the next seceding days, the pattern was repeated as before. On Friday, I found myself looking at a box filled with the soiled panty hose of the week, and in fact, the additional stuff for the weekend and a cassette tape. The note said that I was to wash these items and keep them at the office thereafter. Further I was expected to listen to the tape at least three times a day using headphones so as not to disturb anyone else. The note indicated that the tape would take approximately 30 minutes to play, and was composed of soft music for my enjoyment. It further stated that I could listen to it at the office, but must first get dressed. I looked at the tape for a few moments, but soon was engrossed in my job. It wasn't until several hours later that I noticed it again. My mind hurt from the intensity of the screen, I decided I must have been coming down with something, so felt a change of pace would be good. As the note indicated, the tape did consist of pleasant music ala the elevator kind, but it seemed non-threatening enough. Before I realized it, an hour had passed. When I examined the tape again, it had rewound to the beginning, I had completely forgotten that my player had auto reverse and it must have played its way to the beginning. When lunch arrived, I didn't feel particularly hungry and so continued to work at my desk. I found myself drawn to the tape again and popped it into my player. Moments later I was again floating in a sea of soft music oblivious to everything around me. Again as before, it was an hour before I realized the tape had been in the player. By the end of the day, I had listened my three times and didn't give it another thought. Throughout the week I continued to listen to the tape, but became increasingly more uncomfortable as I would get dressed. Something was irritating my legs and chest. I could not figure it out. On Friday the package containing the "eggs" was there as were the other items and I found myself looking forward to the weekend. The following week, I again shaved my balls on Monday as I had become accustomed to doing. When I got to the office, there was the new package with its accompanying instructions. This was another tape to be played as before. I automatically got dressed and then put the tape into the player. I noticed immediately that the music was different in tone and style; but just as before I soon lost track of time and over an hour later again became aware of the tape as it ran out. That afternoon, a second envelope appeared on my desk. I had been there all day, but could not remember seeing who left it there. When I read the contents, it was like a positive, undeniable instruction. I was to shave my legs every Tuesday, from my foot all the way to my hips. I felt of two minds. One side of me fully understood the instructions and agreed realizing that was why the panty hose didn't feel right, the other said, this was going too far and there was no way I was going to do this. The following morning I found myself in a slight daze as I watched myself, first spread the thick shaving cream over my legs, then remove it with smooth long strokes until there was not a single hair left from toe to hip. It was as if I was watching from the balcony, I could see my hands do the work, but could not believe it was happening. When I got to the office and put the panty hose on, it was all clear to me. I could not believe how good they felt on my shaved legs. The sheer fabric of the hose rubbed against my legs and pants driving me to a nearly constant erection that was intensified by the frustration of knowing that I couldn't get any release. The plug buried deep within me was oozing streams of some unknown liquid and the tape kept me in a state of odd lust and frustration while at the same time helping the time to pass. By the end of the day, I was in a high state of excitement. The feel of the combination of panty hose, butt plug and chastity strap caused me to leave the office still wearing all of the items instead of removing them before I left. When I got home, the error of my ways became suddenly apparent to me as I walked through the door. How was I going to get out of all the stuff? The key to the lock holding the strap and plug in my body was back at the office. Further, I could not think how I was going to keep this from my lady who would certainly notice me wearing panty hose if not the butt plug and my shaved legs. What had possessed me to shave my legs? I managed to avoid her until I could get the hose off, but then I still had to deal with my shaved legs and the plug that I couldn't get out. I had worn it for so long now, it no longer felt uncomfortable, but my cock was so rigid, I couldn't hide the fact. She noticed too, and took every opportunity to rub against me. That evening, I couldn't avoid her. She had me trapped in bed before I could do anything, she was on me. She first found the cock ring and asked what I was doing. I told her it was to make my cock that much larger and more rigid, she agreed that it was bigger and harder than it had ever been. I would later discover that it would also keep my orgasm off for a very long time. As her hands roamed over my body, she "discovered" my shaved legs and butt plug. She was intrigued by it all and she played with the plug working it as I began to make love to her. She then found the small lock on the strap and asked for the key. I told her that I didn't have it, that it was at the office. "Too bad, I was just thinking of all the evil things I could do" was her reply. As she continued to tease and play with my body, I found myself on my back. As she ran her hands over my chest teasing my nipples, they erected and sent tremor after tremor to my cock. This she felt as my cock was nestled within her body. She continued to play with my chest until she reached a phenomenal orgasm that caused her to collapse against my body. She said that I seemed to like the submissive position, maybe in the future that would be explored some more. My own body was craving release now and my cock was near purple and becoming numb. She laughed and said that women have to deal with that kind of frustration all the time. Given my current condition, she thought maybe I should also have a taste of it. I started to reach down to finish myself, but my hand wouldn't go; but the other hand reached for my nipples, still hard from her teasing, and began playing with these. I couldn't believe the sensations as waves of pleasure began to go to my tumescent cock. "We will have none of that," she said as she grabbed my hand away from my chest and tied it to the corner of the bed. As I tried to stop her, she secured the other hand equally fast to the other side of the bed. With her sitting on my chest, I couldn't move and now it looked as it I wouldn't move until she let me go. I tried to protest the bondage only to have her force her panties into my mouth. When I pushed them out with my tongue to protest again, she got a second pair and proceeded to force both into my mouth holing them in place with a piece of tape. "That should hold you until I can get what I really need." Then she left. I could hear her doing something in the bathroom and then the kitchen. Though my legs were still unbound, I could not get free, but the struggling was causing more pleasure in my enraged cock and I found that I could move my legs in a particular way as to rub myself to excitement. It was at this time she returned to see me gyrating on the bed trying to rub my cock with my shaved legs. "Very nice! But I have other plans for you. First though, we had better take care of those legs of yours." She then bound my legs so that I was spread on the bed. With nothing left to me, I finally noticed what she had brought in when she returned. On the tray was a basin filled with hot water and my can of shaving cream. I also saw that she had a new razor and a bottle of body lotion. "I like what you have done with your balls." she smirked, "but wouldn't you be a little more comfortable if all your nasty hair was off." I shook my head vigorously no. She only laughed. Shaking the can of shaving cream she made a production of getting it ready. She then stopped and decided that it would be best that I be surprised and taking some cotton, she covered my eyes and then bound them with another strip of tape. Blindfolded, I could not see what she was up to, but I could hear her continue to shake the can for several more minutes. Next I heard her dispense what had to be a large amount. As I lay there wondering what she was going to do, I felt her get on the bed, then she was on top of me again. My cock slid into her waiting pussy as she settled down on my body. Well it was clear that she wasn't going to shave my crotch, but now I had no idea what she had in mind. Moments later I felt her hands on my chest, she was spreading the thick foam over my torso. With each pass of her hand, a wave of tingles went to my cock causing it to twitch in its warm dark sheath. "I see you like that, don't you?" I wanted to say no, but even as I started to move my head, she squeezed my cock with her pussy and my head bobbed in the affirmative. I could tell that she had covered my chest now, more from the absence of feeling than anything else. It was odd since I could feel the weight of the heavy foam, but knowing that it was moist, I could not feel any coolness. I had never thought of the sensations before. I could feel her moving again and then she put something over my ears. As she did this, she told me she wanted everything to be a total surprise. Soon my ears were filled with the sound of music. I no longer could see, talk or hear, nor could I move. As my mind flowed with the music, I realized I was at her complete mercy. She was moving again, then I felt the first stroke of the razor on my chest. Slowly and with deliberation, she shaved my chest hair off, making a point of stroking and teasing my nipples every chance she could. As she moved from my chest to the bowl of hot water, I was treated to an equally slow and deliberate fucking. If I tried to buck into her, she stopped her movement for a few minutes. She made it clear that she was going to set the pace, and that the pace was going to be excruciatingly slow. Soon she had completed her task of shaving my chest. I could now feel the cold air on my skin and my nipples felt hard and tight as a result. "Well I see your little boobies like the change." her comment as much in jest as observation. I then felt a warm cloth wash over me wiping any residue of foam and hair from my chest. When she had finished this, I again felt her shift her weight from side to side as she retrieved another item from the tray that was beside the bed. As I waited in blind expectation, I felt a near hot liquid on my chest. She was smoothing heated body cream into my recently shaved skin soothing away the effects of the razor. She began to kneed my breasts, I could not think of them in any other light since she was concentrating on them. All the time the tape played in my ears. I lost track of time as she continued to kneed my chest and ride my engorged cock. "Your breasts are becoming sensitive like a girls, maybe we should see just how sensitive they can be?" I couldn't understand how it was possible to hear her over the tape in my ear until it dawned on me that she must have a mike to override the tape. As she finished her comment, I felt a pulling over my left nipple, soon followed by the same sensation on my right. I would later discover she was using a snakebite kit to pull on my nipples. After a long several minutes of this, I felt a new sensation as she began using a breast pump on each. I could not see, but I would later discover that under the suction of the breast pump, my breasts were being pulled into the cups and filling them. I was somewhere near an A+ cup size as a result of these efforts and the other affects of the hormones being infused slowly for the past four weeks. The last thing I remember that night was pressure then pain on my nipples as she attached cloths pins to each. The next morning I awoke with my arms and legs free and the headphones and blindfold off. At first I thought I must have dreamt it, but when I looked at my now nude chest, there was no doubt that something had happened. Confused, I got out of bed and went to the shower to get cleaned off. It was then that I realized that I couldn't take a shower today, the leather in the strap would get wet and then it would be a problem. With my lady sleeping soundly, I decided to give myself the equivalent of a sponge bath in the sink then get dressed and get to work. When I finished, no where near as clean as I would prefer, I went back in to the bedroom to get something to put on. Shock and near panic welled in me as I opened my drawers to find them filled with panties and panty hose. At this time she appeared to wake up. "You seemed to want to wear these things, so I gave you some for starters. Tonight we will discuss the rules." With that she rolled over again and went back to sleep leaving me to figure out what to do. Well this would save me a little time, I could get into my panties and hose before the office and then have some time in the morning. Wait a minute, what the hell is going on... my panties? My hose? Clearly I was out of control. But as soon as the panties were on my hips, and the hose pulled up tightly around me, I felt complete and comfortable. My chest still felt sensitive to the shirt that I was wearing, but I figured that I could solve that problem next. When I got to the office, I found the envelope I expected, but first I had to get this plug out of my ass. I looked in the spot I kept the key only to find a note saying that I would get the key when, and if, my tormenter decided it was time. For the first time in a long time, I became aware of the plug in me. Now I had to find out what was going on in the envelope. The note stated simply that since I liked to shave my chest, then I would have to keep my chest clear, and since I did this without permission, I will also have to keep my underarms free of hair. Further, it directed that I shave my balls on Monday, my legs on Tuesday, my chest on Wednesday and finally my arms on Thursday. I was to be reminded each day of the total subjugation of this mysterious writer. It occurred to me that this writer had to be my lady. No one else could know what had happened the night before, but if she was the one, how did the notes and other stuff get there. Suddenly, I realized that there were at least two of them. Now the question was who? Since I had not eaten breakfast that morning, the need to crap had not built up to a level of discomfort by the end of the day. When I returned to my desk, I found the key in the middle and a small box. The box contained a pair of large eggs each 1 1/4 inch in diameter and 3 inches long. The note said that I was to insert one an hour after I removed the plug, and the second just before I went to bed. A few minutes later the plug was removed from my body and its limp form returned to the box it stayed in while I was away. Noting the time, I still had to finish some things at the office before I went on home and so it was that the egg was inserted prior to my departure. The large shape felt full in my ass as I sat at my desk and then later drove home. When I arrived home, my lady was waiting for me. As I sat on the hard kitchen chair, the egg exerted its effect. On the table were a number of boxes, and on the floor was a large trashcan. I was instructed to look in the trashcan only to find that all my underwear was in it and these had been shredded so that I could not recover them. The reason for this was apparent when I opened the first box. It was filled with panties of a variety of styles and colors, but all were form fitting. The next box was filled with pantyhose and the last with an assortment of bras, a corset and girdles. The look on my face must have been a picture since she started to laugh at me. I could tell I was beet red from the heat coming from my face, but I could not think of a thing to say, especially since as I sat there looking, a large plug was dissolving in my ass. She informed me that each day I would be expected to be properly dressed before I went to work, and that would include panties, hose and, when she deemed it appropriate, a bra. The other special clothing would be worn when I returned home. I would be expected to remain dressed only as she directed and that in general I could expect that would not include my normal masculine clothing. She further directed me to assume a less dominant, and in fact submissive role at home. I could be the boss at work, but she was the boss at home and as long as I remembered that, I would be much happier. I was then told to remove my clothing and go into the bathroom. There were some things that had to be tended to prior to my being able to get dressed, she had selected my costume and it was on the bed I noticed as I went into the bathroom. When I was only wearing the panties and hose from this morning, she asked what had happened to the strap and plug I had the day before. I told her that I had left it at the office and she reminded me that this was no longer my option since she had control of all of my body. The next day I would be wearing them when I returned home. In the meantime, she would have to find something to replace the missing plug. As I went to the bathroom to see what she had in mind for me, I was conscious of the dissolving plug in my ass. "You will remove all your clothing now, then step into the bathtub facing the wall." I did as directed and soon was looking at the tile wall with her behind me. "I have found something far better than shaving, besides, I want to know that you are properly prepared and the effects won't wear off too soon." I heard her shaking something up and then as I looked back saw a bottle of another brand of the hair remover. She was also now wearing latex gloves to protect her hands. "No peeking", as she said this she again covered my eyes and I was left only to the sensations my ears and skin could create. As I stood there, she began spreading the lotion on my back starting at my neck and spreading it thickly and evenly all down my body. She then worked it over my ass cheeks and into the crack of my ass. "Put your hands over your head." she commanded. As soon as I did, she spread the cream under my arms and down towards my elbows. "Now turn around." When I had, she began to spread the cream over my shaved chest and down to my crotch. I could not imagine the effect of two days of the lotion on my cock and balls, but I knew I was about to find out. Taking a great handful of lotion into her gloved hands, she then spread it thickly into the remaining hair of my crotch and around my balls and up between my legs. She worked it into my cock until I had a firm erection while she then moved down my legs. I could see the clock on the wall and was aware that this lotion had been on my body now for over 10 minutes and she was still spreading more over my legs. The tingling on my back told me that it had worked its way into my skin and was killing the hair cells. She finished off with covering my arms completely with the same lotion and setting the egg timer she had brought with her from the kitchen to ten minutes. "You will stand there and not move until this timer goes off. If you move, I will reset it. When it goes off, you may shower off all the lotion I have spread on your body. You will not touch yourself other than to wash the lotion off. When it is time to clean off the lotion, and only at that time, you may remove the blindfold. Otherwise you are to remain as you are, I want you to feel and think, not play, is that clear!" I told her yes and she continued, "You will dry off and then wait for me. When I don't hear the water any more, I will give you enough time to dry off before I come back to finish your preparations." She turned the heat lamps on full and then left the room with the door tightly closed. In a few moments I felt sweat building on my forehead. As it began to drip down my face I wiped it off. Moments later, the door opened and she walked in. "I warned you not to move. I will now reset the clock back to 8 minutes." After she had done this, she again left the room with the door closed behind her. Again I felt the beads of sweat build and drip, but I could also feel the tingling all over my body and knew that I had to get this stuff off me. Finally, the bell went off, and I started the shower. Using the spray head in the hand held mode, I washed my back of all of the lotion and what remained of my hair. I had to clear the drain several times as the hair kept clogging it. It was strange since the hair seemed melted, not clearly hairs. I finally threw the mass of stuff into the trash and finished my cleaning. I was very smooth! I decided to soap up, but only found her perfumed bar, well I had to kill the smell of the hair remover, which was definitely not unscented. Once finished I dried off and waited for her to return. When she returned she was carrying a bottle of scented body lotion and another of perfumed powder. She told me to turn around slowly so that she could see her handiwork and then, satisfied that the hair remover had done its job, she began to smooth on the body lotion on my back. Once she had rubbed this in, she handed me the bottle and directed me to finish the rest of my body. Once I had done this, she then covered my back and chest with the perfumed powder and then finished my legs. I finally was allowed to see myself in the mirror and noted the slightly pale appearance of my very smooth, hairless skin. One thing that I could see was that without the hair on my body, the extra weight I was carrying was most apparent. She then told me to go into the bedroom and get dressed. The bed was covered with a number of different items and I took a moment to figure out what they all were. Before I could put on the clean pair of panties, she stopped me and told me to get on the bed on my knees. She had an idea and was going to explore. As I hunched on the bed with my ass in the air and my head on a pillow on the bed, she came up behind me and tied a three foot stick between my ankles holding my legs apart. Next she pulled my hands back forcing my face deeper into the pillow and tied my wrists also to the stick preventing me from being able to straighten up at all. By this time my cock was rock hard and throbbing as a result of the effects of the cock ring and her efforts. I heard her pull on a pair of latex gloves and my blood ran cold as I realized that there was only one reason for her to do this. Moments later I felt her gloved finger force its way past my tight sphincter muscle. She had lubricated it so much, I could not have stopped her if I had wanted to, and I wasn't sure I did. Her finger slid smoothly into my ass and as she reamed me with it, I could feel the suppository bump against her finger and send a shower of sensations throughout my body. As she continued to work her finger in and out, she forced a second into my expanding ass. I began to scream at her to stop, and for a moment I thought she did. I felt her fingers leave my body, then she was again forcing her panties into my mouth to silence me. Rather than tape, this time she tied them in place with a pair of panty hose and I was warned not to fight anymore. Again I felt her fingers invade my ass; first one then two. Then to my continuing horror, I felt the third. I was trying to remember how big her hands were when the forth finger entered my ass. She was going to fist fuck me and I could not stop her. She curled her fingers inside my ass and then slid her thumb into my body as I screamed into the gag. Tears ran down my face as I felt her flex her fingers inside me. At the same time I felt her bump and move the suppository. "What is this?" she asked. She had felt it and knew it was there. I couldn't answer because of the gag, and I didn't know what to say even if I could have. I felt her get a grip on it and begin to pull it out of my ass. I knew that she couldn't do this, there just wasn't enough room to get both her hand and the rod out of me. Finally she relented, and with her other hand, she removed the gag and ordered me to tell her what it was. I don't know why, but I told her all I knew. When she asked if I had done this before, I told her about the eggs I had been shoving up my ass for the past several weeks. I was unable to resist her questions even though I wanted to. When she asked me if there were any more, I told her about the other one and when it was supposed to be put in. She again forced her hand as far into me as she could, pushing the rod deep within my colon. When she reached my prostate, I could feel her begin to massage this most sensitive organ as she pushed the rod past further into my body. My cock ached with desire, deep purple in color it was so hard I had lost feeling in it. She continued to fist fuck my ass massaging my prostate for another several minutes and just before I could gain release, even over the effects of the tight ring about my cock, she stopped and pulled her hand from my ass. My mind screamed for relief. But as surely as I was tied, I knew I would not get it. "Since I have opened you up a bit, we wouldn't want to loose what has been done, so I am going to ensure that you stay nice and ready." Her words were icy calm. I saw her reach past me to take a new butt plug from a box I didn't even realize she had. This one had two hoses coming out the back and a pair of wires also. I could also see that it had several silver strips, which I was told were electrodes. "This little jewel is designed to give the maximum in pleasure and stimulation. You see this tube," she indicated one coming out off center from the back of the plug, "it will allow me to inflate the plug and make it fit nice and tight in your ass." To demonstrate this, she pumped the bulb on the side and the plug grew larger, very large. "If I want to, I can put this little pressure gauge on the tube and keep the pressure steady so that you stay full as your ass adjusts to the plug. This tube," she indicated the one in the center, "will allow me to fill your ass with whatever I like, maybe plaster to really plug you up!" She laughed and I nearly fainted at the thought. "This wire goes to a very potent vibrator in the tip of the plug. Yes, it is adjustable, I know you would want to play with it anyway. And this set of wires is the best part, it goes to these metal strips along the sides of the tip. When I wire you up, they will conduct a pulse between either themselves, or if I were to attach another wire to your little cock ring, it will cause the pulse to jump between your ass and your cock. Do you know what is between them? No? Why it is your little g-spot and when the pulse is set properly, it is irresistible. If it is set too low though, it will drive you mad because it wont let you cum and it wont let you relax. If it is too high, well, it can be very painful I am told." "Now before we start, I think I had better make sure that the feminizing suppository, yes my little sissy to be, that is what is in your ass. It is filling you with all the hormones and special things necessary to change you into a real sissy boy, and the best part, you have done it to yourself. It is too late to change now." She was lying to me, but I didn't know it at the time. Maybe it was the tapes and the other conditioning, but it didn't seem to scare me as much as it should have, I was in a non-real world. I wasn't even sure that it was real at all. "Well as I had better make sure that the suppository is properly placed. Can you imagine just how I am going to do this?" She reached and as I watched, she strapped on a long dildo. She wanted me to note that it had a large button on the inside, which would put pressure against her clit and fill her vagina as she pumped into me. She made a point of lubricating it slowly and deliberately in such a way that I could see that it was very flexible. Once satisfied at the terror she had created in me, she again was behind me pushing the head against my anus. At first it was only pressure, then I could feel my ass hole begin to open as the head slid in inch by inch. It was huge and she was getting more and more excited as the interior button began to stimulate her body. Soon she was pumping hard into my ass driving the head deep into my body. The length of the artificial cock would hit the suppository when she flexed her hips into my backside and I could feel the repeated ramming against my poor prostate, each time sending a pulse of desire to my numb, engorged cock. After an eternity, she came, not once, but with each stroke, more and more intensely until she slumped against my back. For several long minutes, she lay there buried all the way into my body, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasms. When she pulled out of my body, I heard her moan one more time. I needed relief and knew that it wouldn't happen soon. Recovering, she stood up and walked around the bed to face me, the huge phallus bouncing as she walked. "Well, that was good for me, how about you?!" She laughed at me. My eyes betrayed my deep need for relief. "Well sissy boy in training, you want to eat my pussy like a good little boy/girl?" My mind screamed no more, my cock was so filled and hard, I could not stand any more stimulation, but in the back of my mind I was like a rutting dog and needed to drink of her love chalice. Of course I wanted to. As I watched, up close and very personal, she slowly and seductively removed the dildo and slid the interior plug free of her pussy. This she placed on the bed and then slid her hips under my face until I was face down in her crotch. My nose was pressing against her body at about the level of her clit when she commanded me to begin and clean her off. I licked and cleaned and as I did, she again became even wetter. It was like holding back a flood with a teacup. The more I tried, the more excited she became until I felt her legs tense about my head and her hands pulled my head deep into her body forcing my tongue into her sweet pussy. For several minutes I only could hear her pulse through her thighs. Then I couldn't breath. I began to panic, but when I was about to give up she relaxed her legs and I again took in great lung fulls of air. After a few more minutes, she slid off the bed and finished wiping her dripping pussy with a soft sponge about the size of a handball. "Now to finish up for the night." She reached over and with little effort, tuned me onto my back with my arms and legs still bound to the stick, I had little choice in the matter. She adjusted my position on the bed and again picked up the plug she had shown me before. The wires to the electrodes were connected to a small control box, then the vibrator was also connected. She put the pressure gauge and pump on then picked up something that, to me, looked like a giant syringe. She filled this from a bottle marked "Formula T-2" and attached the syringe to the center tube. Again picking up the sponge, she poured some unknown thick cream on it until it nearly dripped. Untying the panty hose, she removed the now soggy panties from my mouth and looked into my eyes. I worked my jaw for a few moments, this being the first time to do so in a long time. "Open wide!" she ordered. I hesitated at first, but she reached behind her and grabbed my painfully engorged cock and squeezed. My mouth flew open and as it did, she forced the sponge into it. I could taste her pussy juices as well as another odd flavor I could not place. "That is a special training fluid for you." she said. She then attached a harness about my head that held the sponge in place and held my jaw closed. Her juices mixed with the odd slightly salty flavor of the other formula and at first I tried to not suck on the sponge. I reasoned that if I didn't then none of the liquid would get into me. But my body betrayed me, my mouth began to water because of the presence of the soaked sponge gag and I was swallowing. Soon I was sucking hard to get it all out before it was taken from me. She was again between my legs. This time she held the plug she had prepared earlier. With little ceremony, she pushed the plug against my anus and with a smooth motion forced it into my body. At first my butt tried to reject it, but she had anticipated this and held it in place for several moments. Once my spasms had slowed, she pumped the bulb forcing the plug to fill me completely. The pressure gauge read 5, but did not say 5 what. As I feared, she then connected a wire from the control box to the brass ring about the base of my purple, engorged, and now quite numb, cock. She watched me intensely as she began to adjust the knobs on the control box. I first felt a slight tingle and then as she had warned me the pulses began to hit my prostate and the intensity grew until my hips were bucking against the restraints. She then backed off until I stopped. After a few more adjustments, she was satisfied that she could keep me stimulated, but that I would not be able to reach orgasm. I could tell from the level of stimulation that I would be driven mad with desire and tears began streaming down my cheeks. Her last act was to push down on the plunger of the syringe until she had dispensed about a third of the heavy white liquid before she walked out of the room. For the next half hour, I was held just below orgasm listening to the clock as it ticked away on the wall. I could see myself in the mirror, bound and twitching, but try as I did, I could not achieve relief. At the end of 30 minutes, she returned to check on me and again force another third of the liquid into my ass. I had finally reached the point where even this lower level of stimulation was becoming enough for me to climax when she again adjusted the controls and I was reduced to madness again. I was again visited 30 minutes later by the mistress of torment future where she again adjusted the controls and injected the last of the fluid into my ass. After another 30 minutes, she again returned, I was twitching continuously now and my hips were bucking uncontrollably. She undid the head harness and released the sponge from my mouth. I started to plead with her to give me release. She looked and laughed saying she would soon, but first I had one more task. She reached for the dildo she had used on me earlier and replaced the larger of the two with a new one. She told me that this dildo had several special features, as her body began to secrete juices, it would flow into the center of the dildo and then down into the plug. She showed me that there was a hole in the center for the juices to flow through. She then fitted this new combination into the head harness I had been wearing and again forced the small plug into my mouth. I could taste the residual pussy juice from the previous session and this was now wiped all over my mouth. With this harness now buckled about my head the dildo rose obscenely from my face. Moments later she was settling onto the dildo. She positioned herself so that I could see up her body to her well formed breasts and past the curve of her pussy. As I watched, she began to pump up and down on the dildo. She was very wet which I could see and in moments began to taste as a trickle came through the plug. It was constant and as she pumped up and down on my face, it seemed to force the juices into my body. Her speed began to increase as she took the control box in hand and began to adjust the controls. The pulses in my ass increased in both frequency and intensity. I was seconds away from climax and then she began to quiver, she screamed and as she did, she forced herself down onto my face and impaled herself deeply onto the dildo. At the very same moment, my body hit its final limit and I climaxed with great spurts of cum erupting from my tortured cock. The orgasm was so intense that I think I lost consciousness at that moment. My next memory was being bound with the plug still in my ass, but the stimulators were no longer attached and my arms were at my side. The harness was gone and the room was dark. I drifted off to sleep. When the alarm went off the next morning, I reached over to turn it off, and was out of bed before I remembered that I had been bound the night before. My mind must have been playing tricks on me, but when I rubbed my chest, I realized that something must have happened. As I walked to the bathroom, the plug that had been in my ass for so long, was still there. It almost felt natural, but then nothing like that could completely be natural. I reached the bathroom and there on the counter was a hand written note telling me that I had forgotten to insert the other suppository before I went to bed. This was also on the counter and with it a long applicator which I would latter discover could be used to insert a tampon into my ass also. The note said that I was to shower and before leaving, insert the suppository and then the plug. It further reminded me that she would expect to see the locking harness about my waist when I came home. I carefully removed the plug and after using the toilet, showered. It felt odd there being no hair on my body, but also, it felt totally sensual. After drying off, I smoothed a neutral smelling powder over my body. Once again I looked at the suppository, then inserted it into the applicator. Because of the moisture in the room, the tip glissandi with beads of liquid which would act like a lubricant. Squatting in the middle of the floor, I inserted the suppository into my ass. Unlike before, I didn't even feel it until it was well into my body. Apparently, having the plug in me for so long had desensitized my ass and I found that I had to concentrate a little on how deep into my rectum I had pushed the thing in. When my hand touched my cheek, I pushed the center of the applicator and released the suppository into my dark cavity. After pulling out the applicator, I once again inserted the plug, glad that it was not wired to anything. This I did feel, but it proved to be easier than I expected. I pulled on the silky panties laid out for me and then the panty hose. Secretly glad there was no bra to have to hide in my clothing, I finished dressing and headed for the office. Traffic was hell and by the time I reached my office, the suppository in my ass was gone. I opened the drawer that kept the things my office mistress demanded I have and found the plug and harness. Closing my door, I slipped the panties down and removed the other plug and prepared to insert the office one. I could tell that the office plug was very slightly larger, but realized that this would not last. After a few minutes of effort, I had it settled into my ass and was fitting the harness about my waist, locking it into place. Somehow this seemed natural and right to me. The home plug was put into the drawer and, after finishing getting pulled back together, I settled into the morning mail. Checking my e-mail, I saw that I was scheduled for a self help session on Friday. I had remembered being told about these, they happened about once every three or so months and it was a chance to clean up around the office at full pay. The note said that I was to report to a room in one of the more remote buildings and that I should wear old cloths as the area I was going to be working in was pretty bad. Someone had helpfully added that it wasn't so bad, once I had a little more seniority with the company, I could expect a better deal. I checked the office directory and found a plan of the building in one of the indexes. After double checking the room number, I determined that it was either the ground floor or basement and was a very large room. Just my luck, I had to clear a storage area. One could only guess what might be in there. The remainder of the day went well and I actually managed to get something accomplished. When quitting time came, I closed my door and opened the drawer that contained the box with the plug from home. To my horror, there was a note in the box from my office tormentor. "So you weren't satisfied with only my day plug, well, you asked for it and here it is. Nice toy you have here, but I have made some slight modifications to it. I have reconnected the special features and you will have only a few moments to get properly prepared before they start in. I suggest you hurry and get out of the day plug you have been wearing. You will insert the suppository into your ass as deeply as you can, then fit your night plug in. Once you have done this, if you should try to remove it before I have enabled the shut off command, you will be in for a real big surprise! You only have 5 minutes to get this done before the circuit enables and you receive a continuous shock. If decide not to do this at all, you will be punished for disobeying your mistress." The moments flashed by while I considered what to do. Then conditioning took over and I was pulling my hose and panties down and unlocking the strap. The larger day plug came out easily now that my body had adjusted to its dimensions and it seemed they had been the same for several days. The larger suppository slid into my ass surprisingly easy, and then it was time for the plug. Looking at the "night" plug one last time, I rubbed some of the lubricant I kept in the drawer and slid it into my ass. Moments later I felt a mild pulse, which told me that, the plug was now active. I looked at the wires trailing down the crack of my ass and wondered what would happen if I simply cut them, but fearing that it would start a continuous pulsing, I decided not to find out. After I had locked the strap back into place again holding this invader tightly into my body, I pulled my panties and hose back up my smooth legs, then after finishing dressing, put the key into my pocket. All the way home I felt the plug periodically pulse to let me know it was there. I could feel the large suppository in my ass slowly dissolve and periodically bump against the plug. For over a week, I had been imbedding plugs into my ass to the point that they felt familiar and almost comfortable. For the first time in a long time, I was very aware of the presence of this plug. The sensuous feel of being so privately violated and being constantly reminded of it was maddening. By the time I got home, I was rocking my erect cock against the soft material of my panties and trying to achieve release. It took me several minutes of quiet concentration to finally calm down enough to get out of the car. The walk to the house with the plug sliding against my hairless ass cheeks started the process all over again so that I reached the house again in a state of arousal. I was greeted that the door and ordered to remove my work cloths and be inspected. It was impossible to hide the presence of my erection and the cause as my body continued to undulate my hips and ass to add to the stimulation. "I did not give you permission to do that." was all she said. "You will have to be punished." With that she directed me to a large chair with a straight back and to this she added a small cushion for the top. I was told to bend over the chair back so that I was looking at the seat. She made a small adjustment and then pulled out a pair of 4 inch heels. I had never worn heels and didn't know what to expect. All the stories talk about how difficult they are to walk in, but it seemed pretty clear that was not going to be a problem for me. After sliding my foot into the heels, each was attached to the corresponding leg. Again she ordered me to bend over the chair and when I had, she tied my wrists pulling them to their corresponding front legs. At first I was not very uncomfortable, but the combination of my legs being held at full stretch by the heels and the height of the chair back began to wear on me. I tried a couple of times to shift my weight to ease the effect, but was unsuccessful. As I was doing this, she was in the kitchen getting the next part of my torture. She arrived with a large two liter plastic bottle filled with an unknown