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THE PRESENT By holly Things haven't gone well for you in these hard times and you have been looking for every source of quick money there is. The newspaper seems an unlikely possibility, but you have time to kill since your last job ended, so you glance through the pages. Most of the ads are for the typical kind of thing you have no skills for. You would go to school, if you could afford to, but neither time nor money is available. The only good thing you see, is that at least you don't have a family to support. Finding the want ads not very promising, you decide to amuse yourself in the personals. It seems to you that everyone is looking for someone else, maybe someone is looking for you, someone who is rich and will treat you well. You look, and laugh at some of the not too well hidden innuendoes in the ads until your eyes fall on the ad that might answer your needs. You read it several times, thinking it out of place for the personals. WANTED, young males for variety of positions earning high salary. No sales, not a get rich quick scheme. Call 555-7399 for appointment. What have you to lose, so you dial the phone and find yourself speaking to a rather pleasant sounding female, must be the secretary, who asks your name and phone number. After a few more questions about your availability, she says she can get you in for an appointment today, if you can make it. You have nothing better to do, so you say yes and get the address. When you arrive at the appointed place, you find yourself in a respectable part of the city looking at a moderate office building. It all looks legitimate to you so up you go to the designated office. When you open the door, you find yourself in a comfortable reception area. There are already two others waiting and you realize that there is competition for the job. Judging from the surroundings, this must be a good deal, and you decide that eating is better than the alternative. Given the competition, you decide that you will do whatever it takes. At the counter, the receptionist is pleasant enough and offers you an application to fill out, which is complete and thorough. On the last page is a release that is carefully worded in legalese. By the time you get there though, you are not paying much attention, so you sign it. As you are filling out the paperwork, the other two are called in one at a time and soon you find yourself alone in the room. You reason that there must be a back door to the office, since you have seen no one come out. Finally it is your turn. You have only been waiting for fifteen minutes and as you glance at your watch, you realize that the time is exactly when you are supposed to be there. Good thing you got there early to fill out the application. You are led to a small interview room with a large mirror on one of the walls. You aren't sure, but you suspect that you are being watched from the other side. Well enough, you will present the most reasonable performance that you can. The chair they indicate is anchored to the floor, and is oddly shaped to fully surround your body. The receptionist tells you that the interviewer will be in shortly, but in the meantime you are directed to remove your coat and sit in the chair. When the interviewer comes in, she is stunningly beautiful. Her figure is the stuff of dreams and you are momentarily speechless. Again you decide, that if this in any indication of your co-workers, you are going to get the job. As she reviews your application her look is neither friendly nor warm. You begin to wonder what you will do. Finally, she begins the interview. She seems all business and at first it is all you can do to speak in a coherent fashion. Eventually you manage to establish a rapport with her and the interview moves on. She tells you that her company is hiring in a number of positions ranging from serving positions to modeling with special assistant spots. She indicates that the pay is very good but is scheduled out to match the grades of the positions and that those positions are very limited. You are eager to please and tell her you would be interested in any jobs available. She hands you a new set of forms including a medical screening form and tells you that the organization insists that all its people be in excellent health and be willing to accept their medical plan. The last form is an agreement that if hired, you will accept their plan and go to their doctors. It all seems reasonable and you agree that you would be interested. The organization has a training facility that you will be taken to if you want the job. You think it over for a few moments, and realize that your prospects are not very good elsewhere and at least they will pay you and feed you. You can get out of the poor apartment you have been living in and maybe start to live well. You are informed that the organization has a uniform that you will be fitted for if hired. You need only tell her what position level you are interested in and she will give you your final battery of forms to fill out. It sounds too good to be true and you wonder what the catch is, but can see nothing to worry about. You are told that the organization is rather conservative and requires that all their people observe a level of propriety. She apologizes but informs you that there is a confidential questionnaire that you must fill out before she can finish the processing. This is a computer scored item and so she hands you a special magnetic pencil connected to the computer directly. You are then given the questionnaire that, upon examination, asks some very frank and sexually oriented questions. You find yourself being aroused by the wording and try to hide the fact as you go through the questionnaire. Unknown to you is the fact that both the chair and the pencil are part of an elaborate sensor system that is measuring all your reactions to the questions. When they are finished, they know how you will react to their training methods. Rather than take the form from you, she indicates the computer entry slot on the side of the table, and in a few more minutes, a small green light shows her that you have passed the screening. She so informs you that should you still want to join the organization, you need only go into the room next door for your physical and at the same time they will take your measurements for your uniform. After the results are processed, they will call you within the week. The disappointment is evident on your face and she asks you what your problem is. You lie to her and tell her you have nowhere to stay for the interim. That the number that you gave was a friend's house in the area and had hoped that it would be a quicker start. Though it is very unusual, she indicates on some occasions they might let someone start early, but this was a little premature without the medical results. You are told to go next door and disrobe completely, putting on the gown provided and wait for the doctor. The room looks just like any medical exam room you have seen before and you are half naked before you are aware of the large mirror on the wall. Your personal modesty takes over and you turn around with your back to the mirror as you remove your pants and underwear. You have put on the gown before you again turn around and sit on the exam table. Before the table has a chance to be warmed by your body heat, the doctor walks in; she is as attractive as the interviewer. You quickly search your memory and decide you have never had a female doctor. Well she is supposed to be a professional, so it must be alright. The exam is very thorough, and you realize that you have never had this close a look at your health before. Next comes the lab work. By the time they finish with you, you feel more like an anemic pincushion than anything else. Throughout the day, you have not seen another male. This job has obvious fringe benefits. You are now directed to another area where your measurements will be taken for your uniforms. Through the day you try to find out what kind of place this is, but all you can determine is that it is an exclusive club for women. Beyond that, no one will say any more. While you wait for the tailor, your medical results are being evaluated. You know that there is nothing to worry about, so you begin to relax. So far they have treated you well and you know that you will sleep comfortably tonight. The door opens and you are greeted by a woman who has been poured into a leotard and tights. As you admire her figure, you note that her body is firm and tight, there is clearly no fat on her, yet she has absolutely perfect breasts and legs. You have never seen a woman that was both athletic and shapely. You marvel that she is able to walk on the five inch heels that she is wearing. Not only does she walk effortlessly, she seems to float with not a hint of problem. She is carrying clipboard with a form and your name on it. Apparently, you are going to make it after all. She hands you a body suit made of semi-opaque nylon, and tells you that she will need to take the measurements directly from your body; therefore the body stocking must be next to your skin. She then tells you, almost as an after thought, that you must also remove your underwear, to ensure the proper fit. She then leaves the room and you again take your clothing off, putting it on the table against on of the walls. Now completely nude, you hold the stocking up to the light and being to notice the black lines on the white material. Looking more closely, you can detect some other markings, but with the thing all compressed, it is still difficult to determine just what they are for. You struggle with it for a few moments, trying to figure out how you are supposed to put it on, when you realize that the only opening is at the neck. As you examine the garment a little more closely, you notice that it appears to be very stretchy, as you pull at it, you realize that the neck opening will expand to accommodate your size. Before you put it on however, you try to pull it open as far as it will go, letting go of the material, it immediately returns to the original size. As you examine the garment, you hear a noise outside the room. Quickly, you again spread the neck opening and hastily slide your legs into the material. You have seen women try this and you wonder if it will snag. Before you have a chance to check, it is already around your knees. Realizing that this could be serious if anything happens to it, you try to be more careful. As you have seen women do, you try to smooth the material up your legs. The sensation is like nothing you have ever felt before. As the loose material is gathered up your leg, you feel the tightness of the clingy material as it conforms to your legs. The opacity of the dark nylon hides your hair and you see, in the mirror, the shape of your legs emerge. You pose with the garment at your waist and admire their shape. The doorknob begins to turn, so you quickly pull the stocking up your torso and slide your arms into the sleeves. To your surprise, you discover the sleeves terminate in a mitten. By this time the neck opening is already closing down and filling in as the woman who had given you the suit reenters the room. In the mirror, you see that there are white lines, which accentuate the contours of your body. That was what the markings were. You note that they are very unforgiving, and have picked up a slight bulge in your waist. As the garment returns to its original shape, it becomes tighter and you become slightly worried. You can't move your fingers apart very easily. You look at the woman, and she tells you that this is an experimental fabric they are working on in the research department. The purpose of the lines is to allow the computer to scan the body and, after initial calibration, it will record accurately your size and measurements. In this way they will be able to make your uniform so that it fits properly. She then tells you to walk for a few minutes so that the fabric can settle itself around your body. This whole process is new and so they are just beginning to learn all the ins and outs. After the computer does its scan, they will get a read out of any measurements that need to be done by hand. As you walk around, you grow uncomfortable due to the tightness in your groin. When you complain to her that something doesn't feel right, she realizes that you have not got the stocking on properly. She tells you to stand with your feet apart, while she adjusts it. As you watch her, she pulls a handful of material at your crotch and after some gentle manipulation, suddenly slides your cock and balls into a fitted pouch in the material. You are at first stunned by her actions, then as you look at her between your legs, you grow excited. Your cock begins to inflate filling the pouch and you realize to your embarrassment that you cannot make it stop. The pouch grows tighter as the material shrinks back to the original size and as you look down, you see that there are white lines in this part of the suit also. You try to make light of it, but she knows you are embarrassed and tells you that the computer created the pattern and it did not have any direction to avoid certain areas, it had simply been programmed to characterize a complex shape. She then directs you to the imaging chamber and you are told to stand with your arms outstretched so that the computer can scan the lines over your body. As you do this, you see a green light play over your body and systematically cover every inch of you. She then tells you to spread your legs further apart so that the system can get your inseam measurements. As you do this, you notice that the computer seems to spend a great deal of time between your legs. Finally it is done. She tells you that the system will check and make sure that it has all the data and that if it doesn't, then she will manually take the measurements so that the program can be completed. After a few more minutes, she tells you that it got most of the data, but does need a little more to finish. Since the program will not run unless all the numbers are filled in, she must get the last ones. She again tells you to stand with your feet apart and arms outstretched. Once positioned, she comes over to you carrying a tape measure. To your surprise and slight pleasure, the first place she goes to measure is the base of your cock and balls. She then measures just in front of your balls around the cock, and finally the diameter of your ball sack. When she is done, she measures you from head to foot, telling you this is to calibrate the data. You look down and are pleased and embarrassed that your cock has now filled to larger than you can remember seeing in the past and it is quite impressive. You worry though that the material will cut off the flow of blood, since it seems to be getting tighter and tighter. She tells you that it has a shrink wrap feature that will cause it to conform tightly to the most complex shapes. When you express a concern that it will cause you injury, she tells you that there are special treatments that are used to make the material fall off the body. In fact, she tells you that you are to go into the next room and lay in the mud bath. This is a special mineral mud and is one of the services that the spa provides its customers. Since you are going to be working at the spa, it is part of the indoctrination program that each new employee tries many of the services. When you enter the next room, you see two tubs. One has a cover on it, the other is filled with the rich brown mud that you think must be what she means. Going over to the tub, you reach your hand in and note that the mud is warmed and should be very comfortable on the skin. Next to the tub is an instruction sheet that tells you that there are steps inside the tub in the area marked and that you are expected to step in and immerse yourself to your chin. The diagram next to the instructions indicates that there is a contoured area so that you can be comfortable. You step into the tub and realize that it is slightly warmer than you thought, but not unpleasant. As you descend into the tub, the mud oozes up around your body and is soon around your chin. You lay back and slowly let the cares of the day ease from your body. If this is any indication of how you will be treated, this could be a terrific job. Time ticks by and soon you have fallen asleep. You realize this when the woman who had done the measurements comes in and wakes you with a startled cry. She tells you that you are in the wrong tub. "Didn't you see the sign telling you this was for non whites?" No you tell her. As she looks about she realizes that the sign has fallen down and that you are in a slight pickle. She tells you to remain where you are and she will get someone. She makes a call from a phone on the other side of the room, so you can't hear what she says, but you are worried now that you are in trouble again. Soon, another two women enter the room, these are both black. As you look at them, you notice that these two look like Amazon fugitives from the movies. Like every other woman you have seen here, there bodies are well defined and perfectly proportioned. You wonder to yourself where they found all these perfect bodies. Little could you know at the time that you would find out all too soon. The women come over to the tub and ask you to raise your arm out of the mud. You try, but discover that you can't move it at all. When you tell them this, they ask you how long you had been in the tub. You tell them that you don't know, but it has been a while since you fell asleep. They seem irritated at this. Why didn't you read the instructions? If you had, you would have seen that you are to keep moving your arms and legs. The mud provides some resistance to help in the toning of the muscles. The one doing all the talking reaches her arm into the mud to about her elbow. You feel a strangely distant sensation at your chest, but cannot make out what is happening. You are told that, since you were inactive for too long, the mud has hardened near the body. They will have to lift you from the tub and then remove the hardened mud by cracking it off. But first they would have to check one more detail. She pulls her arm from the mud and then you feel the bottom begin to rise. You are sitting on a chair inside the tub that can be raised up to help someone in or out of the tub. Before you have gone more than a few inches though, she stops the chair. Taking a towel and some water, she cleans an area at your neck. You see in her face that she in not pleased with what she finds. Looking you in the eye, she tells you that the reason the tub is for black women is that the mud can stain the body. This danger is spelled out in the warning signs at the tubs. Since you are white, you should have gone to the other tub and used it. As she had feared, the mud had stained my skin a chocolate brown. The good news was that the stain would wear off in a relatively short time, assuming you stayed out of these tubs. The bad news was that you are currently two toned. They are left with little choice, they can either leave you two toned, or they can put the mud on the rest of you and make you all one color. They point out that there is little chance that the company will keep you if you are two toned, but if that is your desire, they will get you out. You review your choices, and decide that for a "short time" you can stand to be a little more tanned than usual. But before you can answer, they start to lower the chair. You decide to protest, though you were willing to do this, you wanted to make the decision. She looks you hard in the eye and tells you to be quiet or she might get mud in your mouth as she takes a great handful of the warm mixture and begins to spread it on your chin and cheek. She then takes a rubber swim cap and pulls this over your head, at least you won't have to get it out of your hair you think. As you sit there immobile, you feel the weight of the mud grow on your head as she covers your head and face with the mud. When she is nearly finished, she tells you to close your eyes and keep your mouth closed. As you do this, the final handfuls of mud are smoothed over your face covering your eyes completely. Again the mud had the effect of seducing you and before you know it you are again asleep. When you wake up, you know that you are no longer in the tub, you don't know where you are, but you sense it is different. You don't know how long you have been in the mud, but you suspect that if you were suddenly realized, your arms and legs would be very stiff from lack of use. As you try to get you bearings, you feel a tapping at your foot, soon it is moving up, first one leg, then the other. You are being released from the mud. Next you feel the tapping at your arms and then finally your chest. When you think you can't stand it any longer, the tapping starts on your head. As light floods your eyes, you squint and blink until they have adjusted. You are looking into the face of the black woman, she tells you that it would seem to have been a success, at least you are now one color, brown. She tells you to go into the shower and wash off the dust from the mud. When you enter the room, you notice that there is no mirror, but you look down at your legs and arms, and are taken back by their color. How long you will be this shade she wouldn't tell you. You notice that your skin is tingling and dry, but you dismiss this as a result of the mud. After adjusting the water temp, you get in and begin washing your body off. The soap in the shower is perfumed, but there are no other choices so you use it. When you have finished washing your body, you realize you smell more like a woman than a man should. You then take the shampoo and wash your hair, to your surprise, the shampoo stings a little and you close your eyes to make sure no more gets in to them. After working up a good lather, you rinse your hair off and again wash your body in the hope that you might get the mud dye off. It doesn't work, the damage is done. As you towel off the water, you suddenly realize something is very wrong, besides being the wrong color, you haven't any hair on your body. You stop and check everywhere, there is no hair on your body except for the top of your head. You remember that the woman put a rubber cap on your head to keep the mud out of your hair. As if things can't get any worse, the door opens and the black woman is standing there looking at you. Embarrassed, you wrap the towel about your body as she watches you closely. You can't know that she is assessing the success of the procedure so far. When you have done this, she tells you that you will find what you need in the next room, indicating a door that you hadn't noticed before. As you go through the door, she grabs the towel with practiced ease and you are naked in the room. The door closes quickly behind you as you attempt to protest her action. It is at this time that you realize that you are in a cell with three barred walls and the solid wall behind you. On one side is a bed with something on it there is little else in the cell. You look past the bars to see several other cells with others in them. Some are male, some female, and some you really aren't sure about. Through a side door, the black woman enters the space between the cells. You shout at her that she can't do this to you. As if expecting this, she holds up a piece of paper with your signature on the bottom. She tells you that you should have read the paper closely, it says she can do whatever she wants. She then tells you that your clothes are on the bed, when you are dressed, then she will return with your instructions. When you go over to the bed, you discover that there are some very feminine panties, high heeled shoes, nylons, a garter belt and a strange combination of straps that you can't even begin to identify. "You have got to be kidding" you say to the woman. Her look tells you that she isn't. She then tells you that you won't leave the cell until you are completely and properly dressed in everything that is there. If you take too long, she will provide more things for you to wear. You ask her how you are supposed to put this stuff on since you have never seen some of it before. She tells you to ask one of the others, they all know. You scream at her as she walks away. The man in the cell next to you tells you that you must be quiet, or they will punish you. You look into his sad eyes, and know that he is telling you the truth. You sit on the bed and hold your head in your hands. What are you going to do, and how are you going to get out of here? You look down at the clothes again and wonder at the strange set of straps and other things. You decide to wait and try to talk to the woman again, maybe it was a mistake and she will let you go. You hold on to that hope, but secretly you know that she can't. After all she has imprisoned you against your will. Some time later you hear the sound of her heels on the hard floor and look up to see her watching you from the outside. Again you try to reason with her, and again she tells you that you are to put the clothes on that are on the bed or you will not receive any food or freedom from the cell. To add to the insult of the situation, she reminds you that she said that she would add to the required clothes if you hadn't complied. She reaches into the bag she is carrying and drops another garment into your cell. She then turns and leave the area. You stare at the new item for some time before getting up to retrieve it and discover it to be a corset made of black satin. The person in the next cell tells you that it would be in your best interest to put the things on before she returns. After considering the situation, you realize that you will have no opportunity to escape unless you can get out of the cell; and you wont be able to get out of the cell unless you put the clothes on. As you look at the items, you don't know how you are supposed to wear some of the things. He tells you that you must first put on the harness, then the others. You ask how and he tells you that you must find the small tube of preparation cream. After locating it on the bed, he tells you to put it on your cock and balls and rub it in until you can't feel it any more. It takes a few minutes, but finally you realize that you can't feel anything clearly. He then tells you to put the remaining on the pouch of the harness, then, after forcing your cock between your legs, put the pouch over your cock and pull the waist straps around your body snapping them together in back. When you hear the click of the latch, he then tells you to take the remaining strap that is hanging between your legs and pull it through the crack of your ass and pull it tightly into the buckle until you hear it click. You pull hard and though you feel a slight discomfort in your balls, you still don't hear the click. Pulling again, finally the click that signifies that it is properly latched is heard. He then tells you to put the garter belt on and rotate it until the clasps are behind you. The six tabs lie against your hairless legs and remind you that you have never felt this way before. After smoothing the nylons up your legs and attaching the tabs, you pull the panties into place hiding the chastity device that is holding your manhood flat against your body. You then put the heels on and like every other piece of clothing so far you close the latch sealing them onto your feet. At this point you must figure out how to put the corset on. As you look it over, you realize that it will take two people to get you into it. Out of desperation, you have gone this far, you ask the other person to help you. He moves over and tells you to put it on with the lacing in the back. When you have done this and closed the front clasp, he begins to pull the lacing closed. Tighter and tighter he pulls the laces until you begin to believe he will crush your body. That is when he tells you to reach over your head and grab the bars. As you do this you discover that there is still room in the corset. This doesn't last long, soon the other prisoner is pulling at the laces again and you are further crushed into the corset. Finally, he pronounces you finished. You can barely breath, but maybe it will get you out of the cell. The woman returns and notes that you have complied with her requirements. She tells you that you will be granted some measure of freedom as a result, and as she opens the cell you think maybe there is some hope that you will be able to escape this place. She holds the door open for you and you move through it. You discover that freedom is relative, since in the heels you are wearing you can barely walk. You know that you will have to get much better before you will be able to make a break for it. A few steps into the corridor she tells you to stop and wait while she puts a small chain about your waist. This chain is locked in place and is snug at the smallest part of your figure. Yes, to your dismay, you realize that you have a figure. Two other chains extend from the rear of this first one and are summarily attached to your elbows. Thus fettered, you can not move your arms very far and in no way can you reach either the other elbow restraint or lacing in the rear of the corset. She then leads you down the line of cells and you realize that there are a number of others equally restrained. In that moment, you realize that you will not be released. These women mean business and are not making a mistake. You look for a way out, but the effort it takes just to walk convinces you that first you will either have to get very good in these heels, or will need to get them off your feet. As if reading your mind, she stops you and takes another chain, which she attaches between your knees. Because of its short length, you must change your walk to keep up with her as she leads you off again. Soon you have settled into a hip swaying gait that is very feminine and sensuous. Before you realize it, you have arrived at the cafeteria, or that is what you would call it. She leads you to a counter and hands you a tray telling you that you may have whatever you like. She then suggests that you have some of the milkshake rather than any solid food. More in defiance than common sense, you decide that you want meat and potatoes. After this is put on your tray, you select water. You reason that the milkshake could be drugged and anything that is clear would have a lesser likelihood. When you reach your table and try to sit down, you realize that the corset is not going to let you bend. When you tell the woman that is leading you of this problem, she takes you to a counter and then attaches a chain between the chain about your waist and the counter leg. It is at this time you discover that the chains holding your elbows will not let you reach your mouth with a fork. After much effort, you finally manage to get a bite into your mouth. This is not going to be either easy or satisfying. Some time later she again approaches you and reminds you that she had told you to have the milkshake. You feel very full and wonder how long it will take for your body to digest the meal. She tells you it is time for your exercise class and beginning training for your job. When you get to the exercise room, you see a number of others already on some of the equipment. You are taken over to the treadmill and told to start walking. In moments you are walking as fast as you can in the shoes. She tells you that you will be expected to walk at least two miles before you will be permitted to stop. Sweat quickly forms on your brow as you try to keep up with the machine. When you reach two miles, she returns and stops the machine. She tells you that today is your baseline day so they will not use any of the enhancements on you yet. You are taken over to a stepping machine and told to start climbing. She tells you that you will be expected to go for at least 15 minutes and at a moderate rate. Your legs ache with the exertion but you know that you had better do as directed. When she finally returns, you are exhausted and thirsty. She gives you water and then takes you back to the treadmill for another two miles. You are soaked with sweat and unable to move when she returns for you. She tells you that you are ready for your sauna, and takes you to a sauna and lays you on one of the benches. You nearly faint, but somehow manage to stay conscious until she finally returns for you some time later. Your body is in rebellion, lunch is trying to find its way through your system but cannot due to the constriction of the corset. She takes you to another room, which you realize is the mudroom and tells you that she is going to remove the corset so that you may sit in the mud. She does not remove the shoes however and after much care you are again up to your chin in the dark mud. She returns later to pull you out and send you to the shower to wash off the residue. When you are finished, you ask her if you can use the bathroom. She tells you that normally you would not be allowed at this hour, but since you are new, she will let you. You discover that the harness about your cock will only allow you to sit, and the urgency of the situation dictates that you hurry. When you are finished, you are then taken to a new room. This room looks like a cross between a lady's boudoir, dungeon and bedroom. You are taken to a frame and your hands are fitted into cuffs that hang from the top. When the slack is taken out of these, you find you are balancing on your toes. As you watch in the mirror, a new corset is wrapped about your body. It is similar to the first, but you realize that it is made of a combination of materials including rubber and leather. As it is put on your body, you see that it extends from your neck to your knees. There are several different sets of lacing and you can see that this will allow this corset to be finely tuned to your body and will leave very little motion when done up. In a matter of minutes, she has the back fully laced in and begins the painful process of tightening the laces. She does each part of your body in stages, starting at your waist, then going to your knees. When she finally is ready to lace your chest and hips, the excess from your waist and legs has already embellished these areas. The last area she tightens is your neck, and when she is finished, you cannot move your head at all. She then re- tightens all the other areas and when she finishes, you have been immobilized from the neck to your knees. To ensure that you make no changes in the lacing, not that you could, thumbless mittens are forced over your hands and laced at the wrist. Your hands are now lowered and attached to rings at your side. She now begins making some special adjustments to your corset. You discover that the cups over the breasts can be removed and expose the nipples. After she has done this, she attaches nipple rings to your constricted body and then attaches small weights to the rings pulling at your tender nipples. She then adjusts the necklaces and you find your head tilted back severely looking at the top of the frame you are suspended in. In this position you cannot see her assistant roll in a small table filled with all manner of cosmetics. As you are standing there balanced precariously on your heels, you feel someone attach something to the back of your corset, and then to your ankles. Seconds later your feet are pulled out from under you and you are suspended at an angle with your face now at the height of the seated woman in front of you. You struggle, but this effort is quickly stopped as your tormented nipples remind you of the weights attached to them. After several minutes of swaying to and fro, you are able to settle down. You look into the eyes of this most formidable woman and she tells you that you are about to receive a gift. She informs you that she thinks you are ugly, but with work can be made attractive. You debate whether or not to challenge her on her pronouncements, but given your current position and the proximity of her hands to the weights stretching your nipples you only groan. Given your current skin tone, she informs you that she feels you are a winter and she will have a challenge making you attractive with what she has to work with. For the next several minutes, she spreads various creams over your face and works them into your cheeks and forehead. She then begins painting your face with different powders until you cannot imagine any longer what you must look like. You begin to gain a little appreciation for the task that women take upon themselves each time they make up their faces. More work is done around your eyes. She tells you to close your eyes and you feel weight on the lids. Then you fell something on your eyelashes and assume that she must be putting mascara on you. As you feel the different sensations about your face, you fear that you will look more like a clown than female by the time she finishes. She tells you to open your mouth and with care, she applies several colors of lipstick to your mouth forming the lips into a sensuous pout. Finally she tells you to open your eyes. When you do, her face has been replaced by that of a startling black woman. For several seconds you blink at each other. She mirrors your very movements, and as you begin to take into account the larger picture it becomes suddenly clear to you that you are looking at your own reflection. She tells you that you are to get acquainted with your new self. Get used to seeing her and more importantly, study each line and color in the face. She informs you that you will be expected to be able to duplicate her effort in the very near future. As if compelled by some unknown force, you stare at the new you in the mirror. For many minutes you hang there looking at your reflection, but then the pain in your breasts grows to new levels. As if to sense this new stage of your awareness, the woman returns and begins to make adjustments again to the corset about your body, this time at the rear. Suddenly you feel cool air on your rear end. When she removes the mirror at your face, you find yourself looking at a large cock shaped dildo just inches from your mouth. You scream no, but she just pushes the weights on your breasts and you stop. She tells you that if you want the pain to go away, you will have to do as she directs. As you watch her, she puts thin doctors gloves on her hands and then takes a hand full of some jelly from a jar that you are told is filled with a lubricant. You then feel her hand force its way into your tightly compressed ass cheeks until the cleft between them is slippery with the lubricating film. To your horror, the next sensation is that of one of her fingers as she forces it first between your ass cheeks, then into the virgin hole of your butt. She slowly saws it in and out until she can move it freely, then she slides a second finger into your ass, then a third. As you cry out, another woman moves the dildo closer to your lips and finally into your open mouth. Your cries are muffled by the shape of the phallus filling your face. What outrage they have planned for you next you can only guess at as you feel a new sensation at your rear. Unlike the finger before, this is unyielding and cold. Then you realize that it is the same shape as the plug filling your mouth. Relentlessly it drives into your body until it has filled your rear passage. A new set of mirrors are moved into position and even with your restricted vision, you can see the machine that is poised at your rear and the matching one at your face. Tears fill your eyes and you note that the makeup on your face does not respond to the water. She tells you that the make up used is waterproof and will last months, long enough for you to learn how to apply it yourself. She then informs you that the machines that are at either end of your body are designed to screw your body and it will give you a bonus. When it climaxes, it will instill a fluid that will relieve the pain and help you adjust. With that, she turns them both on and they begin the gentle in and out motion in both your ass and mouth. From the one in your mouth, you can taste an unusual flavor. At first the pain increases as the probes increase their tempo, then, as if by magic, the pain is gone, replaced with a strange sense of pleasure. You discover your body is trying to react to the intrusion of the two probes. Your level of excitement increases, your breathing comes faster and you realize that your body is going to climax. As if on cue, when you feel a warmth at the head of your imprisoned cock, both the probe in your mouth and the one in your rear also expel their liquid. You gag momentarily as you try to swallow the liquid. You are filled with a sense of well being as if this is somehow right. The machines and your body climax several more times together until you feel spent. Your last memory is that of the machine climaxing again, this time without your body's accompaniment. When you awake, you find yourself again constrained by the formidable corset that has become a second skin for you. You are told that you have been asleep for some time, several days in fact. At the moment, they are deciding what to do with you. Since you hired on as a general worker, they have determined that your services can best be used by one of the more remote locations outside the country. You realize that this may mean a chance at escape if you are very careful. They tell you it will be necessary for you to learn a new language for your assignment, you feel this is beneficial since it will allow you to move independently in this area. That is why you don't object as they attach headphones to you to aid in your language training. You are told that you will have to be kept at a semi conscious level for a long time to facilitate the assimilation of the language. This already sounds like Greek to you as your mind begins to drift to the sounds of the music in your ears. Soon you have drifted off listening to the hypnotic sounds. When you are under, they begin your programming in earnest. You are given language skills to be sure, but unknown to you is that imbedded in the language skills is the submissive training that will enslave you in the future. After they have given you this they then begin the subliminal training that will feminize your mind. Days pass as you take all this into your subconscious. When they are finished with you, you will have forgotten your native language and the fact that you were a man. But you will remember that something is different and in time it will again peek into your conscious mind. By then it will be too late. While they are training your mind, they are also filling your body with the hormones and drugs that will change your external appearance. You are unaware of it but your breasts are beginning to form, your hips are growing rounder and your face and skin softer. In a few more months only your cock and non-functioning balls will be left to give testimony to your former sex, and these will be hidden from view. After a week of this intensive infusion, you are again awakened. You look into the eyes of your captures and form only two words, HOW LONG? They tell you it has only been a week. Your mind tells you it has been a lifetime. You find it difficult to converse in English any more. They accommodate you by speaking in your new language. It is necessary for you to go to the exercise room and limber your muscles. As you lay there, they remove the corset and other constraints from your body and a new body suit is pulled over your skin. This new suit is made of black rubber that clings tightly to your curves and new shape. You cannot see your body, but you feel parts of your body that you have never felt before. What has happened to you, you wonder. But there is little time for that. You are taken to a new machine and strapped in to its formidable grasp. As you lay there, arms over your head, feet attached to cuffs set slightly apart, the machine begins to move. First it flexes your body up bending you backwards at the waist until you think it will break you, then it flexes forward forcing your face into your knees. With each flex, your body becomes more accustomed and it becomes easier. By the time the machine stops you are warmed inside the latex and you feel the warmth of your muscles as well. You are then taken to the treadmill and begin the rigors of walking, not in the three inch heels you remember, but in five inch ones. Oddly, you discover that they do not feel totally foreign to you. In fact you discover that you are able to walk faster in them than you had been in the lower ones. After several miles, you are taken to a new machine. This used to be a stair stepper machine and your high heeled feet are strapped to the stepping arms. For the first time, there is an additional electronic display, which is calibrated to show you rate, pulse, temperature, calories burned and steps climbed. As you stand there waiting to start, another one of the women moves behind you and begins making adjustments. You feel a loosening of your body suit at your butt, then the coolness of the air on your bare rear end. You try to turn around, but the collar of the body suit prevents you from being able to see anything. One of the other women in front of you shows you an odd looking smooth metal cylinder with a round head. In the very center of the smooth head of the probe, there is a small hole. She squeezes a small bladder at the base of the probe and a thick semi transparent liquid appears at the hole. She shows you this before she presses it to your lips. As she smears it on your closed lips, you taste the slight saltiness of the liquid and the sweet flavor also. You realize that this is a cock simulator. Then she disappears behind you and the next thing you feel is the cold metal against your ass cheeks. You clench down and try to prevent them from forcing it in your virgin body. More liquid comes out of the hole in the center, and suddenly the probe is too slippery to stop. It slides past your straining muscles and begins to insinuate itself into your bowels. You know it is lost and try to relax, in this way the pain is reduced and soon you only feel full. You are told that you will be expected to climb for the next twenty minutes at a specified rate. As you do so the probe will remain fixed and your movement will force it to slide in and out of your body. In essence, you will be screwing yourself. The body monitors that are within the suit will determine how you are doing and will periodically dispense the thick liquid into your body. The continued pumping motion of the stepper will then drive that liquid deep into your body. The more liquid ejaculated into your body, the more pleasure and less pain you will feel. Should you decide to fight them and not step, the probe will enlarge and emit a shock to your system that will encourage your cooperation. You try to protest, but a hollow cock gag is forced into your mouth that holds your tongue and effectively silences you. The demand meter then beings to count up and before you can react, the first shock is sent into your body from your ass to the base of your cock. You jump and quickly begin stepping to prevent another. You have been going for several seconds before you realize that the probe is sensuously sliding in and out of you and the feeling is somewhere between pain and pleasure. In a few minutes you are breathing hard and the pulse meter has climbed to 90. The gag in your mouth prevents you from speaking, but thankfully, not from breathing. After six minutes, the probe is sliding smoothly in and out and then suddenly you feel a warmth fill your bowels as you realize that the probe has emitted its first load of fluid. You are filled with a strange sense of well being and the pain that had been building in your body is suddenly gone. This continues and the next surge is felt five minutes later, then four, then three, then two. When the timer reads twenty minutes, your body has been flooded five times by the probe. When the machine stops, you find yourself forced down on the probe as it continues to fill your ass. Your heart is racing and you are panting with the exertion and excitement that is coursing through your body. Finally everything stops. A woman comes to you and asks you if you like your little cock. Your eyes are filled with wild passion and, with the gag in your mouth, you cannot answer. As you stand there impaled on the silver spike, she disconnects it from its mounting shaft and again seals the rear of your latex body suit, with the probe inside. She then releases your feet from the pedals and helps you off the machine. As you walk to your next challenge, you feel the probe continue to ooze the liquid into your body. When you begin to think you can take no more of it, you are taken to a massage table and laid on you stomach. Powerful fingers and hands then begin to massage your exhausted body through the latex. You feel the sweat move from location to location as the hand manipulates the fatigue from your limbs. As you drift off, you are rolled over and the woman begins to work over your front. She manipulates your legs and arms and before you realize it, she is rubbing your breasts and stimulating your nipples. Your hips begin to buck in rhythm to her efforts and your breathing comes faster and faster. You feel her hand between your legs stimulating your imprisoned cock. You try to rub your body against her arms and hands to achieve orgasm. You are nearly bouncing on the table when suddenly she stops. You know you are seconds away from relief and continue to move to the silent urgency from your mind. The last thing you remember is the sudden gush from the probe still imbedded in your ass, then blackness overtakes you. This is your routine, every five days it is the same thing. You don't know how long you have been subjected to this treatment, and you realize that somehow they have been getting nutrients into your body since you are never hungry. You are not sure since you have never seen your body in a mirror, but you believe that you have lost a great deal of weight. You can tell that what you have has been shifted around your body, since you feel a strange weight on your chest and every now and then, find yourself surprised at the way your body moves. The probe in your ass has remained a part of your training throughout the process and after many sessions you have the realization that something just isn't right. For days now, you have the nagging feeling that you used to be someone else. You have the recollection that you spoke another language, maybe was even a man. But then you think this cannot be. On this day you are taken from the massage table into the clay bath area and immersed yet again in the dark mud tank. As you lay there, the mud is spread over your face and you rest in its warmth. When you are removed from the mud, you are told that you are to be taken to a new facility for the pleasure of a very special client in South America. In your lethargic state, you at first don't realize what is being said. Your mind reminds you that you wanted to get away from here, but now you can't remember why. The warm mud is removed from your body and you are again taken to the shower to wash its residue off. As you stand naked in the shower, another attendant female comes to dry you off. After lightly powdering your body with a sweet scented body powder, you are taken into a dressing room. For the first time in months, there are mirrors in this room, but oddly you can't see yourself. There are only women there, and you know that you are not a woman. Most are light skinned but some are dark and one is naked. She looks as puzzled as you feel, but you haven't time to sort it out because you are seated in a chair with your back to the mirror. As you sit there, your arms are strapped to the armrests and your legs are fastened to leg rests. A woman approaches you with a cart full of strange jars and tubes and orders you to close your eyes. Instinctively, you obey. You feel her begin to put something on your face and you smell the gently perfume of the cosmetics as she sets about the task of transforming your appearance. A voice in your head reminds you that you must know how to do this, you don't know why though. You feel weight on your hands and feet and realize after a great deal of thought, that you must be getting a manicure and pedicure. For some reason you feel good about this and know it is the right thing to do. As the process continues, you feel more and more things applied to your face, finally she seems to be done. You cannot imagine what it is that she has done to you, but you are certain it must be right. Your feet have been another thing however. The person working there has told you that your feet are too callused and that these must be removed. After a great deal of scraping and shaving of the calluses, she has been able to make them soft like they should be, but you must remember to always wear shoes, or your feet will be injured. As you focus some thought on your feet, you realize that they are slightly sore and wonder what she has done. Shoes are fitted to your feet and you are told to stand. As you do, you realize that you are wearing six inch heels. Carefully you are led to a small chamber and told to stand in the center. As you do so, the door to the chamber is closed. From a speaker inside, you are told the chamber is part of a permanent skin process, the make up and skin tone that has been applied to your body, when subjected to a special light, will become permanent. You try to open the door, but the chamber is too small for you to reach up. In the reflection of the glass panel, you find yourself staring as the faint reflection of a beautiful black Amazon. In that moment, as the light comes on, you realize without a doubt, you are looking into your own face. They have turned you into this person. Your hands at your side reach for your cock, and in that moment, a wave of pleasure fills you, it is still there. You feel it and manipulate it as the light permanently transforms your face and skin. Waves of pleasure fill you and you wonder how long it has been. After many minutes the light goes out, but nothing seems to be happening. You can't know that there are other lights that are on now and they are in a different spectrum. Finally, the chamber door again opens, just in time to see your cock spew forth its thick fluid. Throughout the process, you had continued to manipulate yourself. The force of the liquid is such that it splatters on the naked body of one of the women. You are ordered to your hands and knees and told to lick it from her body before you are severely beaten. The effects of the programming are powerful, and any order is promptly obeyed. As you kneel before her, she pulls your made up face is deep into her cleft and you lap with vigor. Soon she is climaxing and your head is crushed within her strong legs. When you are through, a collar is forced around your neck and you are led back to the dressing room. As you again look into the mirror and see the naked black Amazon staring back at you, tears fill your eyes. You are told that you must be punished for you unauthorized ejaculation. As you stand there, cuffs are attached to your hands and feet and you are stretched to a spread position. The first black woman you saw approaches you with a small tray filled with special materials the purpose of which you cannot begin to guess. Drawing up a stool, she sits in front of you and opens the tray. There are a number of odd items, but you recognize the razor for what it is. She begins by spreading a cream over your cock and balls covering every inch of your love triangle. The foam burns and you begin to squirm. She tells you that this cream foam is retarding the growth of your hair and the burning is the destruction of your hair follicles. As the intensity increases, she picks up the razor and begins to scrape away the residue, and with it, your genital hair. In moments she has removed all the hair and is clearing away the rest with a warm washcloth covered with a mild astringent. She then takes a spray and sprays the area with its cool liquid. You are told that this will prevent the hair from growing back until it again is exposed to light. This seems odd to you and you wonder what she is talking about. She then sprays a heavy mist over your cock and balls and suddenly your balls begin to tighten and wither. You feel them all but pull within your body. She then selects another jar, and taking a small brush, paints the contents onto your cock and balls. It is warm and odd feeling. One of the other women brings a strange device over and she paints the inside of this as well. When she turns it over for you to see, you find yourself looking at a rubber mask of a female pussy, complete with vaginal lips, hair and the suggestion of a vagina. She tells you that this will be attached to your body and once the two parts of the cement have been in contact for the required time, it will take a special solvent to remove the pussy mask. You are then told that she must be very careful to get it on properly, or you will not be able to urinate, and your balls will be exposed to danger. As she manipulates your cock and forces your balls into your body, you feel your cock slide into the recessed pocket inside the pussy mask. The black latex is then forced and stretched tightly against your groin and with it, all sense of maleness disappears. You are given a glass of liquid and told to drink it completely. Your eyes ask the question, and you are told the liquid will make you need to urinate in about thirty minutes. That will give them a chance to make sure that the pussy shield is on properly. In the meantime you are to be dressed for your new life. First soft silk panties are pulled up your legs followed by the clinging sensation of sheer hose. A new corset is wrapped about your waist and pulled tight in back. Before the lacing is done up completely, your breasts are settled into the pockets of the garment, then the laces are pulled tightly until the two sides of the garment meet at a tightly constricted 18 inch waist. Garters at the bottom of the corset are then fastened to the tops of your hose and your feet are again perched upon the six inch heels. Because of the high collar that you are wearing, you have been unable to see any of this effort so far. You only know that you have been squeezed down to a new shape and size. Your mind is reeling now and wants to know what they have done to you, but you can't see the mirror. Once again you are seated, this time on a moderately high stool, which allows you to continue breathing. Your hair is brushed and combed until you can no longer determine what it looks like. When they have finished with your hair, you feel something being pulled up your legs and waist. You know more by instinct than sight, that it must be a dress. As it is settled into position and the back is zipped closed, it imparts a further tightness about your whole body. You can feel the hem as it constrains your legs allowing only a few inches for your knees to move as you walk. The last thing that they do is to pull long gloves up your arms, the hands are close fitting with the glove extending to your elbow. The woman who had done your make up now attaches some weights to your ears and pronounces you done. In the corner of the room, the clock tells you that your time is nearly up, but your body has made that clear already. You must find a bathroom as soon as you can. As you turn to tell your tormentors of your need, you find yourself face to face with a stunning black woman of Amazon proportions. She is wearing a well fitted, hip hugging red dress with long gloves and very high heels that only accentuate her legs. Her face is stunning with perfect make up and color. As you turn to address the woman who has been working on you, she turns also. You look again and in that moment, you know the woman you see is yourself. Were it not for the confines of the pussy mask, your cock would be at rigid attention already. Now, as your mind tells you the truth, it again wilts into submission. Your bodily needs are again asserting themselves and you ask one of your captors where a bathroom is. They tell you that the correct term is powder room and that they will take you there. To your surprise, you find that walking in the heels proves to be easier than you thought it would be. As you pass another mirror, you see your body move with surprising grace with a hip swaying gait that would be the envy of any true woman. When you arrive at the powder room, they explain how you must hike up the dress to use the toilet. After pulling down your panties, you realize that the pussy mask makes standing impossible. In that moment, your subjugation seems complete. You turn and sit down. In a sudden flood, your bladder empties and you are told how to wipe and dry yourself. If your face were not chocolate brown and made up, you would be bright scarlet. As it is, your skin temperature is many degrees higher. As you perform these tasks, this is the first time you have really looked at the pussy mask that now seals your maleness away. To your eyes it is impenetrable, but at least it appears real. As a result of this final act, you are now more female than male. In your mind you know the truth, but you find it difficult to make your eyes see past what has happened. As your hand moves between your legs, you feel the action of your fingers and are confused. Somehow this pussy mask has been connected to your skin so that you can feel the gently movements of your fingers. While the woman is not looking, you slip a finger into the fake cleft that marks your pseudo vagina and discover that it causes a tingling to occur deep within your body. At first you do not recognize this as sexual, you are confused. But the slight catch in your breath alerts your captor to what you have done and a smile crosses her face. Yes she tells you, you can experience some measure of the pleasure of love as a woman, which is good since as long as the artificial pussy is attached to your body, you will never feel pleasure as a man. And lest you forget, that will remain in place until the solvent is used to remove it. Secretly you tug at the hair and feel the corresponding pull of the skin below. It feels real from the outside. You try to find the edge and cannot. She tells you that you have spent enough time exploring, it is time to get started with your new life. After pulling your panties up and your dress down, you are lead away. As you are lead to the cafeteria for your meal, it doesn't occur to you that everyone has been speaking to you in either German or a strange dialect of a rare Amazonian language you would not have had a name for a month ago. Unrealized by you, you have been subtly programmed for your next step in your new life. As you pass through the cafeteria line, you select items that are small and low calorie. You have realized you will not be able to eat as you had wearing this corset and now have no desire to. The meal is silent and you relish each bite. It has been a long time since you ate real food. After your meal, you