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The Session By holly I had decided to give myself a treat. After considering for sometime the consequences, I made the call. The voice on the other end was a pleasant sexy yet businesslike woman. We spoke briefly and I made an appointment to see her the following day. As I arrived at the Victorian style home, I worried a little that this might be more expensive than I was prepared to deal with. I had never experienced a 'professional' and if the house was any indication, would likely not again. I rang the bell and the door was answered by a very attractive woman dressed as a maid. I guess in my mind I expected no less. She wore a very short skirt with ruffles at the edges, fishnet stockings gartered to a corset and 4 or 5 inch heels. She also had a tight collar about her neck, which appeared to give her little room for movement. I looked her up and down and wondered again at the wisdom of my appointment, but I was committed and she ushered me into the house. She showed me to a quiet room off the main entry, which had the appearance of an old fashioned sitting room with a fireplace and a wall of books. The ceiling was ornately done with many carved figures and other fittings. Had I looked closely, I would have noticed that there were also eyebolts and pulleys hidden among the decorations of the room. As the maid left the room, I marveled at how well she walked in the stiletto heels, and the perfection of her figure. I waited only a few minutes before the woman who was to transform my life appeared. She was stunning, yet she was dressed in a conservative suit with a knee length tailored skirt and simple blouse and jacket. She carried a small folder with papers and a glass of wine. After making herself comfortable opposite me, she began by clarifying what had been said on the phone earlier. I emphasized to her that there were things I didn't do, and others that I looked forward to. After several minutes of discussion, she seemed satisfied that we could work together and indicated that she was willing to proceed. She then handed me a form, which looked a little like a health insurance questionnaire and asked me to fill it out. The bottom was a consent for agreed and necessary treatment. She indicated that this would preclude me from any legal action should I really be a cop, which I am not, and would indicate that I initiated the inquiry and not her. I really didn't care and filled out the form using a fictitious name and handed it back to her. She asked me a few more questions about what I liked and what I had experienced before and then told me that we would start in a few moments, indicating that I should go into the next room. As I walked through the door, I realized that the lights were either off or very low. I was temporarily blinded in the dark and found myself grabbed from behind by someone and my arms locked into cuffs. At first I struggled, then realized that this was to be part of my session and put up only a little of a token resistance. My eyes were blindfolded and I was moved into the room. My clothes were pulled from my body leaving me naked from the waist down and my arms more encumbered by my shirts having been pulled down pining my arms to my side. I then felt her, or they, I didn't know which, put something around the base of my cock which was very tight and confining. I would later discover this was a specialized cock ring made of rubber. I then felt cuffs being applied to my ankles and these were further restricted by the use of a short chain or line between them. I was told that if I didn't want my shirt ripped, they would release one hand at a time and permit the shirt to be removed, otherwise, they would just rip it off. I was expected to stand still and make no sound. To emphasize this she had pushed a gag into my mouth and grabbed my cock in her warm hands. As I contemplated struggling, she squeezed gently indicating that the pressure she could bring to bear on my delicate anatomy would be more than I could stand. I decided to let this play out and they removed my shirt without further issue. She lead me by taking hold of my dick and parading me to another room which I realized later had to be a bathroom because of the tiled floor. The room was warm and I could smell lemons and strawberries. She told me to put my arms in front of me and stand still. As I did this, she re- fastened the cuffs about my wrists. These were then attached to a wooden rod, which held them three feet apart. This rod was attached to a cord from the ceiling, which she used to raise my arms above my head. When I began to struggle, she first stroked my cock then squeezed it reminding me of the ring that caused an intense erection to begin. Because of its constriction, the blood entered, but did not leave. She told me that unless I settled down, my cock would go numb and never receive pleasure. She then told me that I had a choice to make, I could choose the next part of the session. She held a lemon scented cream to my nose, then a strawberry scented one, then a menthol scented one that smelled familiar. I later realized that it was like the shaving cream I used. She told me to pick one. And then she held them up again. I decided that I didn't want to smell like strawberries, and I didn't want to be chilled by the menthol, so I picked the lemon. I would later discover that this was a powerful depilatory cream. I felt her take handfuls of cream and begin to massage them into my chest. Her hands slid over my shoulders and down my chest. As she worked the warmed cream into my body she massaged my muscles. She worked the cream into every part of my chest and back but avoided my armpits, sliding down my sides instead. As she continued to massage in the cream, the tingling continued to the point where I began to wonder just what was going on. She applied the lemon scented cream to my forehead, cheeks, jaw and around my mouth. At that moment, she began to work on my legs starting at the hip and slowly and deliberately working to my calves and feet. To my greatest surprised she slowly insinuated her hand into the cleft of my ass, I could not help but begin to react. I could feel my cock inflate with desire and this was not in any way lessened by her ministrations. As she did this I felt another pair of hands move down my legs finishing at my feet. I realized these must belong to the maid I saw when I entered, or to the one who had grabbed me from behind when I first entered that room. As she worked down my body she finally reached my groin and I knew that she would do something. What happened then was something unexpected. From both sides, I felt a heavy cream spread over my crotch. In a matter of minutes, I could not feel anything on my groin as the heavy cream insulated any sensation from my skin. When she had finished they spread the cream on my arms and worked the scented cream into the muscles and into and over each finger. She then attached a spreader bar to my ankles holding them about three feet apart. I was nearly immobile now with my arms above my head. I felt her put a tight strap around the base of my cock behind my balls. She tightened it slightly and then attached another strap on the shaft in front of my balls. This was connected to the first in such a way as to separate my balls into two tight globes. Once she was satisfied, she told me that my cock was hers for the rest of the session, and any other time she decided. She then took a soft thick cream and began massaging my shaft. Predictably, my cock inflated even further, I discovered that my balls grew heavier and my cock became harder than it had ever been before. She told me that the effects of the straps was to cause the cock to inflate, but because of the constriction, it would not be able to again go limp until she released the strap. She also told me that if she chose, she could finish the straps, and, if she started with my cock limp to begin with, prevented it from becoming hard regardless of what I wanted. She told me that I might experience this in time. At the moment though I had the other problem with my cock becoming so hard that it was starting to go numb. "Now that I have your attention, I have a few special plans in mind for you. First, they do not include you receiving any direct relief, so I am putting a sheath on your cock. I think you will fully appreciate the affect." My skin was alive and tingling when she finally released the blindfold from my eyes. I found myself looking at a reflection in the mirror. I was covered from head to toe in a foamy yellow cream, except for my underarm and crotch, which were covered in a thick white cream. As I stood with my arms suspended from the spreader bar and my feet apart, I looked at myself and then at the woman, now dominatrix, and her assistant. My domme was wearing a severe black and violet corset that displayed her figure to real advantage both constricting and shaping her body and supporting her voluptuous breasts. She wore moderately heeled boots, which rose to her knees and a leather hair band pulled her blonde brown hair back showing off her green eyes. Her assistant was similarly dressed in a severe corset that covered her from just below her breasts to engulf tightly her pussy. Her boots had higher more restrictive heels and the restraints at her knees, neck and the head harness she wore left no doubt as to her status. At this moment I noticed that she also wore surgical gloves and these were covered with the scented yellow foam. The Domme directed her to me and had her stroke my legs with her rubber gloved hands. I noticed that they traced an odd pattern in the foam and had I realized what the foam was, I would have known that it was indicative of the hair being chemically stripped from my body. After several more minutes and her "testing" other parts of my body, she was satisfied and had the maid bring over a tray which held several razors and a bowl of very hot water. She selected a ladies razor and after dipping the razor in the water, she began to shave my underarm. She did so with a degree of efficiency that belied what was happening and in very short order these delicate areas were clear of foam and hair. She then moved to my crotch and, warning me not to move, began to strip the hair from my balls and cock. "I think I will leave the 'bikini line' for now, I have other plans in mind for that." she commented to me in a matter of fact tone. I knew what the bikini area was, but could not imagine what she would be doing there. That was when she told me the truth about the lemon scented yellow foam. "The Nair should have done its job by now. Pricilla will clean you off, while I get the next part ready." The maid moved me closer to the shower and then into the generous space. With a washcloth and showerhead on a hose, she began to remove my covering of Nair revealing a completely nude body. When she was done, there was only a "V" shaped strip of hair left at my crotch framing my hairless cock and balls against my equally hairless legs. After spraying me over to remove any further residue, she then lightly toweled me dry. Well mostly dry, there was a slight dampness to my skin. Then she led me back to the other room. This was the first time I had seen it, it was set up like a classic dungeon with an "X" frame, rack and other manner of restraining and torturing device. I was lead to a padded table and assisted to lie on top on my back. The spreader bar holding my arms was attached to the head of the table and my legs were then bound wide apart to the foot of the table in stirrups. As they did this I tried to look at what they were about and caught the incongruity of my crotch framed with the two small strips of hair. "I see you have noticed our little problem. You are all nice and clean except for that area. We call it the bikini line. Do you know why?" I did, but with a gag firmly implanted in my mouth, I certainly wasn't in a position to tell her that. "When you wear a bikini, that area is exposed. Did you know that women also have errant hairs in that area? Well we do and do you know how we get rid of them?" As she spoke the maid arrived with a tray containing several items including a small pot and some cloth strips. "Well you are going to get your first 'hot wax'." I tried to get up from the table, I didn't want anything 'hot' put on that particular area of my body, but my struggles were in vain and to further make the point, a wide belt was strapped over my stomach just above the top of the offending hair. She took a small ladle and began spreading the heated wax on the hair working very deliberately. As an area was covered she would then push the cloth strip into the wax and add more to be sure that it was fully saturated before she let it cool. Then the moment I dreaded, she took one of the exposed edges of the cloth and yanked suddenly pulling the strip off my body along with the hair that had become enmeshed in the wax. Though I screamed out, all that was heard was a muffled groan. This process continued until she had removed all the remaining hair from my body and my skin was a bright and burning pink. "That hair will not grow back for some time now!" she said with a smugness before she had her maid assistant again stroke me to full and painful erection within the sheath again. She then placed a tight ring just behind the head of my cock and cinched this down painfully. It had several small rounded studs on its surface. When the maid saw this, I saw a smoldering fire in her eyes that reeked of lust and need. As I watched, the Domme unlocked a strap in the rear of the corset that the maid was wearing and exposed her pantied pussy and ass. As I watched, she bound the maid onto a second spreader bar at her hands and then came over and re- attached my arms to links at the side of the table I was on. The head of the table was then lowered so that I was at an angle to the floor and the headrest below my head was removed. My head fell and I found myself looking at her corseted crotch upside down. The maid was then pulled into the air above me and her feet were guided to either side of my head. I looked up to see her pantied crotch just over my face. "You will now remove and eat her panties." the Domme directed as she lowered the maid to my face. Fortunately for me, her feet touched down on two platforms so that she didn't totally crush my head, but my face was engulfed in her scent and the stickiness of the panties. These were edible undies. I had heard of them, but never seen any before. At the same time the maid was bent forward to do service to her mistress. For many long minutes I nibbled and chewed tasting the combination of the sweet candied panties mixed with her feminine juices. As her mistress approached her climax, the maid forced herself against my face and mouth trying to achieve the same. As I tried to satisfy her, I discovered that there was something in her delicate pussy. She had a plug imbedded in her hot love canal. My tongue could not penetrate it and so I worked on her clitoris and the area surrounding the plugged hole. She, like me, had been stripped of all hair on her crotch. Between her spasming legs, I could hear the mistress reach her orgasm and the grunting and moaning of the maid also. When she was done, the Domme moved away and left the maid to try and achieve her orgasm without the added stimulation of her mistress manipulating her full and round breasts. I could hear her begging for relief and by this time I had eaten away nearly all the panties. The mistress raised her slightly against her protests as she tried to push harder upon my face. The center of the headrest was then moved back into position and I watched in silent admiration as the Domme undid the thin strap that held the plug in the maid's vagina. I could see it pulse with her need for relief. "You will now remove the plug from her cunt and finish her drinking all that she gives you. You are warned she has a similar plug in her sweet ass that must stay or you will be most unhappy." The maid was then lowered again and I seized upon the plug in her cunt and gently began to pull it out. With surprising control, the maid suddenly lifted up relaxing her vaginal muscles and the plug and all the juices behind it flooded out onto my face. I drank my fill as she again ground her body down onto me finally climaxing in a roar. Minutes later she hung over me limp and drained while I was covered with her juices. My jaw ached from the exertion and the force of her climax. Finally she was lifted from my head and allowed to compose herself next to the table I was still on. Her eyes still burned with passion as the Domme handed her a silken pair of panties. These she used to wipe the remaining juices from her cleft and those that had spilled on my face. Her efforts seemed to ensure that they were spread over my face and I later learned that had been her intent. My nose was filled with her scent and her passion. These panties were then wrapped around a rigid tube and forced like a new kind of gag into my mouth. My lips were then taped shut with strong cloth surgical tape. The table was then raised to a level position. With my feet raised in the air, my ass was exposed and they took this opportunity to insert a vibrating probe into my rear passage. Then, between her and the now recovered maid, I was removed from the table with my arms again in the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. "Now I know how much you like the thought of wearing tight female clothing, and the effect it has on you, so first I am going to put 4" heels on you." I hadn't remembered mentioning that aspect in our interview, maybe I said it, but I couldn't remember. "Well before we can have you wear female clothing, you must become female. So we will 'transform you like the butterfly'. But first I have a few more things to give to you to think about." I felt her force my feet into the shoes and instantly I was taller and as it turned out more unstable. She had left the spreader bar on at my ankles and trying to balance under the circumstances was a real challenge, especially since I could not see to get my bearings. "You will be like the butterfly who first, as a caterpillar spins a cocoon around themselves and then emerges as the butterfly." She had replaced the blindfold and I could no longer see again. Starting at my ankles, she wrapped me tightly from ankle to hip in clingy plastic wrap. From my own experiments, I could tell she was using a large amount on each leg, layer after layer until I could not bend my knee. This was done by using a crisscross pattern over my knees, both above and below. With my legs wrapped, the tight high heels forced my calves to expand into the tight plastic layers putting more pressure on them. To make sure that everything stayed in place, she then took a few wraps around and through the shoes to ensure that they stay on my feet. Satisfied that each leg was inflexible, she removed the spreader bar from my legs and sealed the bottom with more plastic. She then brought my legs together and started wrapping me mummy style from my toes to my hips. My legs were then wrapped with a full size roll with my legs tightly together. When she was finished, I looked like a plastic covered mummy, wrapped from the hips down. The tightness was absolute and I was totally immobile. At this point it was nearly impossible for me to balance on the heels and I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. My cock was rock hard and throbbing. She took some lotion and spread this in the cleft of my ass to make the probe move more easily and then she began to wrap my groin both above and below my cock so that I was sealed in plastic from above my waist to my toes but my cock stood clear and uncovered. She again told me that she had other plans for my 'toy'. She pulled my arms higher up stretching me onto the toes of the heels, then began to play with my nipples causing them to get hard. Her efforts were rewarded in my cock, as it seemed to grow even harder. I then felt a pain as she attached two small nipple clips to my chest. She tightened them until I was trying to call through the gag, then loosened them slightly. She then spread an adhesive around my nipples and over my breasts, and when it had become tacky, she fitted foam rubber falsies to my chest sealing the nipple clips inside. To ensure that they had the desired effect, she poked one of the foam nipples and I felt the force on the clip below it causing my body to respond. Then she started on my body, using the crisscross pattern again, she did my chest and back to form a base and then wrapped a series of tighter and tighter layers until it felt the way a corset must since I found it hard to breath. As she wrapped she would wait for me to breath out and then pull the next layer over my stomach until it was tight and flat. As I became more tightly confined, she turned the vibrator on that she had imbedded in my ass. She told me that it was on a little remote control and that she could turn it on or off as she liked. My dick responded immediately with an increased pulsing bouncing up and down with each beat of my heart. To prevent defeating her efforts on my breasts, she had cleverly wrapped my chest in a crisscross which had the effect of acting like a 'lift and separate' bra. There were layers over the foam, but they were not tightly compressed. I later found out that she had also put some lotion on the foam so that as the falsies moved under the plastic, they would not get hung up. She then lowered my arms and as before I found that I couldn't move them because of the long period they had been elevated. She detached one and then wrapped it in the plastic from the armpit to my fingers. She paid particular attention to my hands making them smooth and solid. When she was finished, I could not bend my fingers at all. When she finished with one arm, she did the other the same. She then took some lotion and put this in my armpits and then she wrapped my arms tightly to my sides so that it was totally impossible to move them. The lotion had a squishy feeling as I flexed my upper arm. With my pits having no hair, it was a decidedly odd and erotic sensation. Once submerged in layers of plastic or linen, it was impossible to stop the vibrator in my ass or move, and placed me at the mercy of my mistress. But she wasn't finished yet. She still had my head to do. Before this however, seeing that I was incapable of maintaining any balance control, she tipped me over and lowered me to a soft pad, which I later realized had to be on a wheeled cart since she moved me about at will. Once lying down, the plastic grew even tighter and more immobile, she then removed the blindfold and I looked for the first time into her smoldering eyes. Her full bosom was supported by the tight fabric of the corset, which accentuated her figure dramatically. "Now that I control nearly all of your assets, it is time to finish the job. First I am going to put these modified headphones on you so that you can only hear what I want you to hear, then it will be time to finish the job." She pushed the earphones into my ears filling the outer ear with latex putty so that I could hear nothing at all. She then turned the small walkman on that was attached to them and I was immersed in the strains of "Bolero" as she put eye covers over my eyes and began the process of wrapping my head in the tight and clingy plastic. She was careful to keep my nose and mouth clear, but covered everything else in the smooth plastic sealing it against the wrapping on my body. She shifted her body so that she was straddling my head with her pussy not inches away from my mouth. "Now I want to you make me cum, to eat and give me pleasure." As she said this she moved her pussy to my mouth and turned the vibrator on high in my ass, and I felt the soft caress of her pubic hair on my nose and then the force of her hand on the back of my head as she guided my face between her legs. My tongue and lips did battle with her rising sexual tension and I was soon rewarded by a head crushing climax as she ground my head against her crotch and crushed me in her quivering legs. I was as excited as she was and she continued to accept my ministrations until she had reached yet another shattering orgasm. The plastic covering my face was covered with the strong heady aroma of her vaginal fluids and the scent filled my nose to the exclusion of all else. My ears were ringing with her excitement. She said that I had done well and after I had licked her clean, she said that there was still more to come. As she said this, she told me to open my mouth. Doing as she directed, I felt the intrusion of the plug shape into my open mouth again and again sealed my lips. With expert ease, she quickly raised me to a state of ecstasy that bordered on sublime. True to her promise, she held me in this state longer than I would have thought possible given my state of arousal. I struggled against the tight confines of the plastic wrapping, the heat inside causing rivulets of perspiration to form and flow down my body. My poor cock was so enraged yet unable to cum. She continued to tease me until I thought I would faint. Finally she turned the vibrator off in my ass and left me to the sound of the music in my ear. My nose was filled with her scent and my face felt sticky from hers and her maid's juices inside the plastic covering. I do not know how long I was wrapped on the table. I had asked for a session, it had not occurred to me to ask how long that would be. I may have dozed, when I was again aware of things, I was still in the plastic sheath, my nipples ached from the clips on them and my cock was so hard it was numb. I had been alerted by the vibrator again buzzing in my ass and then felt the first effects of the scissors as she began to cut away the plastic. The sudden rush of cold air was startling as my skin, so long denied sensation felt the air again. I was standing once more as the final shreds of the plastic were removed. She led me over to the spreader rod and told me to grab the bar. As I did this she again fastened the cuffs about my wrists preventing my escape. She told me to breathe normally until she was ready to tighten the lacing. In the meantime she busied herself with the process of doing up the laces and snuggling them down. In a very short time I felt my body being crushed by this monument to female beauty. Finally she stopped and I began to adjust to the constriction, until she informed me that she had just taken the slack out of the laces and now she was going to tighten them properly. I felt her knee in my back and then it was like a thousand steel bands crushing my stomach and lower ribcage. I began to see stars and my breathing was erratic. Finally, mercifully, she stopped. I was afraid to lower my arms for fear that it would make it worse. My first tentative steps told me that the corset fully restricted me and supported my body. She knotted the laces behind my back and then encircled my very narrow waist with a gold chain, which she locked in place. I could no longer bend at the waist, but my problems were just beginning. My Domme had not attached the center panel yet. "Say good-bye to your male appendage, you won't see it again unless I release you." I looked down to see her take the center triangular panel and draw the point between my legs. A strap attached to the center was then cinched into a buckle in the center of my back, and had I been able to see, I would have noticed that when fastened, it prevented access to the knot that held the lacing. Next came the shear hose that were attached the garters about the base of the corset. In all there were six per leg and they had the effect of framing the base of the corset since they were in a contrasting color. She then pulled panties up my legs and seated these on my now well defined hips hiding the panel, which confined my 'pussy'. Next came the infernal 4" heels that she had put me in before. These she locked onto my feet so that I could not remove them. Given the amount of flexibility I had after the corset and the hobble skirt to come, made this totally unnecessary. We returned to the outer room and she gave me a good look at the hobble skirt telling me that I had better spend a little time now walking before she put it on since after it would be even more difficult. She then pulled the hobble skirt up over my now flaring hips and settled the waist into my unnaturally tight curve. The skirt was made of a heavy fabric that made it clear to me that it would not give or tear. After tightening the waist strap, she then systematically buttoned the skirt down the back. When she was finished, my body was tightly encased in the corset and skirt from just below my breasts to just below my knees. Her final act was to attach two small straps to my arms at my elbows and then fix the free end to loops at the waist of the skirt. This made moving my arms far very difficult and the very act of trying to scratch my nose impossible. To add to my restraints, she then put a posture collar around my neck which forced my head up and prevented me from seeing right in front. This also laced up the back like the corset and when done up, made it impossible to move my head a great deal. She connected it to the top of the corset through a series of straps and buckles which had the effect of framing my ersatz breasts. I was then given several large glasses of water and told to walk about the room for several minutes. When she was satisfied that I could walk without stumbling too badly, she lead me to a treadmill and bound me to the arms. Turning it on, I was forced to walk for the next 15 or 30 minutes while she prepared my next torment. When she finally released me from the treadmill, the combination of the water and the exercise, coupled with the lack of opportunity before reached its maximum and I had to pee. I tried to tell her, but she seemed not to understand until I said that I had to use the "powder room". She then directed me to the bathroom and waited. I could not release my skirt, as she knew and after a little time, I asked her for help. She opened the back of the skirt and pulled this down around my knees putting more pressure on my compressed thighs and imprisoned cock. She then released the rear strap and told me to squat down to pee. I could feel the hot urine between my legs and heard the splash. When I was done, she directed me to dry myself before she closed the corset bottom. I could feel the tissue on the tip of my penis, but it felt strangely distant and detached. When I was done, she re-tightened the strap and pulled the skirt into position. "You will use the toilet that way until I tell you differently, whether you are here or not. Do you understand?" I indicated that I did and she again took me out to the dungeon. After she made up my face and fitted a conservative wig onto my head, she told me it was time to go. I looked horrified; I couldn't go out like this. She told me that not only could I, that I would and that she intended to take me to a bar for drinks. If I had thought to argue with her, that stopped the minute she turned the plug on in my ass. Its buzzing made it impossible for me to concentrate as I swished out the door behind her. It took a little while to get used to the combination of the shoes and the skirt, but I managed. When we arrived at the car, I discovered that the passenger seat had been modified for her 'clients' and was hard against the plug. It also had several restraint systems GM never thought of. She again blindfolded me and filled my mouth with a gag and we were off. We ended up at a strange bar somewhere I had never been before and she removed me from the seat, but did not remove the gag or blindfold. As I entered the bar, I felt strange hands on my body and the, none to gentle groping of my false tits. We were lead to a booth and I was seated with my arms restrained behind me. I felt someone attach something to my gag and was told that a straw had been attached so that I could drink. I was told to take a sip. I did so hesitantly, but not being able to taste the alcohol, the first I was aware of what it was, came as it slid down my throat. I was told to take another and then to get on the floor so that I could thank my mistress. The hobble skirt compressed my knees together and made any motion nearly impossible. As I kneeled on my knees, she attached special mittens to my hands, which remained behind my back. The gag was then removed and I felt my head being forced into some woman's crotch. I was guided into her skirt and found myself engulfed by the closeness and scent. I nearly panicked and this seemed to exciter her more as she forced me deeper into her crotch. When she was satisfied, there were others until my mouth was so tired I could not do anything. At that time the gag was replaced with a new addition, an 8 inch dildo which protruded from my mouth. I was then laid on my back on top of my arms and face fucked by several more ladies until I was again covered with their pungent aroma. When they were finished, my face was wiped clean and the gag was replaced with the straw in place for another drink. I passed the rest of the time sipping through the straw until she decided it was time to go. Before we left, she refreshed my make up and doused my face with strong perfume. We then returned to her dungeon for the last of the session.... I hoped. Once inside, she removed the hobble skirt and corset. It was unbelievably relieving after so long in its tight confines. She then removed the blindfold and gag and I was finally able to see again. "Up to now you have experienced the effects of the male cock and ball lock type of chastity device. This has the effect of allowing your erection but preventing your relief. Now I am going to show you a different type of chastity device. This one will hide your male appearance and prevent an erection by constraining the tip of your cock from becoming any larger than its relaxed size." She showed me a band that was about an inch wide and an inch in diameter with several pairs of holes for fasteners. She also showed me the fasteners, which were very small dumb-bell shaped affairs with one ball welded and the other removable. "The only way this can be put on is when you are totally relaxed, should you attempt to erect during the process, you may find it very painful. After this little gem is in place, it will be exceptionally painful and thus you will be discouraged. You will notice that this fitting has a ring on it that will allow me to tie it back into the proper position once in place." She showed me the device and I could see the small 1/4 inch ring she referred to. As I watched, she forced the tight band on my cock and then put the fasteners in place using super glue to seal them from removal. The thong bikini was then pulled up my legs and my cock was settled between held in place by the tight center strap. This was followed by a pair of gartered hose and a bra. I was told that I could put my male cloths on then and when I had finished, she again surveyed the effect. My false breasts were effectively hidden by the combination of loose shirt and jacket and it was not possible to see the nylons. Even the panty line was obscured. She seemed annoyed by this and decided on one final act. Taking a pistol shaped device she proceeded to pierce both my ear lobes and insert earrings. I was told that I could go home and was to return the following day for the remainder of the session, that was if I wanted her to remove the chastity device that now encircled my cock. Further, I was expected to be wearing what I was now wearing and a fresh pair of panties, lipstick, and eye make up. She also reminded me that I was only to use the toilet sitting and not standing. To ensure that this happened, she attached a strong line to the look on the chastity device and bound it between my legs. I was expected to call for an appointment in the morning. I don't know how I got home. I was squirming the whole way and ready to try for relief as soon as I could. I discovered that she had been right about the effects of the chastity device. After a fitful nights sleep, I called in the morning and was able to get an appointment for the afternoon. The good news was that I didn't have to do anything that day and could try to prepare myself. By eleven, my cock had tried to erect at least five times painfully and my frustration level was at the breaking point. To add to all this, the fake breasts were really beginning to bother me with the pressure that they put on the tiny clips tightened about my nipples. I had used the bathroom several times already and had adjusted to the squatting rather than standing requirement. I arrived early for my appointment and was met by the maid encumbered today, as she had been the previous day. She directed me to a room and indicated that I should remove my outer cloths so that the mistress may inspect my preparations. In my mind I went over what had been directed and thought I got it all. When the domme walked into the room, I was standing in the nylons and garters, new black panties and bra over my fake breasts. "Not bad, but when I tell you to do something, I expect you to follow my instructions." I couldn't imagine what I had forgotten and licked my lips out of nervousness. It was then I realized I had forgotten to apply the lipstick and eye make-up. She directed me back to the dungeon and back to the table. As I climbed on, she bound my arms and legs apart after removing my panties, then again blindfolded and gagged me. I could hear her doing something, but could not imagine what it was. Then I felt an ice cold pack placed on my crotch. She told me this would reduce my bodies desire to erect. After too many minutes, my cock and balls were numb and I was only partly aware of her spreading a numbing cream on my shaft. I would later discover this was like the commercial products designed to reduce the feeling making you stay harder longer. She then put the solvent needed to break free the chastity locks and removed the constricting band. As I said before, it was a long time before I could feel anything again and when I did, I discovered she had replaced the absolute chastity band with one that would encourage erection and maintain it. She then removed the blindfold and I realized that above me was a mirror that would permit me to see what she was doing. As I watched she removed the false breast forms and revealed my poor tortured nipples still held in the grip of the screw clamps. She removed these and for a moment my body remained between pain and pleasure. She then took some alcohol wipes and began to bath my breasts and nipples with cool alcohol. It was an odd sensation since they had been locked away for over a day in the foam forms. "When I tell you to do something, it is not a request, it is an order. You failed to carry out my directions completely and now it is time to remind you that you will obey me in every way or suffer the consequences. There were two infractions of the rules, therefore I will punish you twice. First, we must correct the infraction. Pricilla, bring over the make up tray!" Pricilla arrived with a tray laden with all manner of make- up and handed this to the Domme. She selected several tubes and began applying color to my eyes. When she was finished I had giant doe eyes with long lashes and trim brows. Very feminine in appearance. During the entire process my cock had not wavered a bit and remained rock hard. My need was beyond measure now and I knew that at some point I must cum to release the tension and anxiety that I felt. She then selected a gun like device from the tray and told me that since she had corrected my error, it was now time for my punishment. She had decided to pierce my nipples and put two small gold rings in them to remind me of my error. I nearly leaped from the table, this was too much I could not stand to have my nipples pierced. But the restraints were true to their makers and I was held fast to the tabletop. Tears began running down my eyes and I discovered that they had no effect on the make up she had used. "That's right, you couldn't get it right, so I have used permanent make-up on you. It will be several days before that comes off, if you are lucky. Next time I tell you something, do as I say." She then teased one of my nipples into prominence and again bathed it in alcohol placing the nub between the jaws of the tool, she shot the post into place. She then did the other nipple and selected two shiny gold rings, which she then replaced the posts with. I looked in the mirror to see them adorning my nipples. The pain was surprisingly little and I realized that the sensitivity that I felt must be somewhere else. "These rings are locked in place and will only be removed by me, is that clear?" I nodded. She then attached a thin line to the strap around my balls and ran that through a pulley above me. I watched as she selected a small weight and attached it to the other end and let it hang. Immediately I felt the pull on my ball sack. I started to buck, and stopped as fast when the weight started to bob and move with my movements. "You had better lay still, or I will add to the weight and it will pull your balls right off. I am going to remove the gag now, I don't want to hear a word, you will do exactly as you are told or Pricilla will encourage you by playing with the weights." As she said this, Pricilla moved to the other side and placed her cuffed hand near the gently swinging weight. The Domme then removed the gag from my mouth and before I could say anything, reminded me that I was to say nothing. She then took a small brush from the tray and began painting my lips a bright carmine color filling them in with a tube of a complimentary red. When she was done I could feel the effects of the lip gloss on my trembling lips. "That wasn't so bad now was it? Now it is time for your second punishment. I have pierced your nipples, and I still have some studs left. What shall I pierce next? Your cock? Your nose? Maybe I will pierce your ears?" After hearing the other options, having my ears pierced seemed the lesser of the evils and the relief must have shown in my eyes. She moved the device to my ear lobes and after first wiping them with alcohol, shot the studs into each lobe. "You will go home now and return tomorrow morning at exactly 8:00. You will not relieve yourself, that will be my decision and I will direct how and when it will be done. Is that understood." I nodded that I understood her directions. "Good, you will be dressed as you were today, with your earrings and make-up as it is. It probably will be anyway since it is of the permanent kind. You will fill your bra with false breast forms and be wearing a 'too small' panty girdle over your panties, with your nylons attached correctly. Before you say a word, I should tell you that the band about the base of your cock is locked in place, you will not be able to remove it and if you are the least uncooperative, I will add to this a band that will hold a plug in your tiny virgin ass and then you will be in real trouble. Are we clear?" "Yes mistress, I understand." Pricilla then released the line from the band about my cock and I was unstrapped from the table. As I again put on my male clothing, I felt even more vulnerable being half sexed between male and female. I managed to get home without any further incidents and began the task of figuring out how I was to meet the demands. I was in luck, I had everything that I would need. The next morning I dressed carefully ensuring that my cock was tucked into the panties and then pulled the girdle up my legs. To these I fastened the nylons and again checked the make-up. True to the description, it was as she had left it, permanently painted on my face. I took the bra and fitted the forms into it and put it on my chest. All night the rings had been rubbing maintaining the nipples in a state of excitement. I selected dark glasses to hide my eye make-up and then headed to my car once again to finish this first session with the dominatrix. Again I was fortunate not to encounter anyone and arrived a few minutes to eight. I heard the clock inside begin to chime and knocked on the door, removing the dark glasses just in time for Pricilla to open it into my radiant doe eyes. She directed me again to the same room and I again was told to remove my outer clothing. As I did, she left the room, returning with her mistress. "I see you are trainable, that is good. Even I was forced to punish you for not following instructions, you will be rewarded for doing as you are told. You may remove your girdle hose and bra for us." Oddly I felt self conscious doing so in front of these women, but in short order I was standing totally nude in front of them. My erection was as solid as ever and I was looking forward to finally relieving my tension. I was again taken to the table and told to lie on my back. As I did, the mistress adjusted two cushions on either side of my head and then busied herself with something out of sight. When she returned she was holding a smallish dildo and told me that even pleasure has its price. This she fitted to a device buried in the table I was on and, after elevating my legs onto Pricilla's shoulders, and filling the cleft of my ass with lubricant, slid it into my virgin asshole. My legs were then lowered and my feet bound into the stirrups once again with a bend in my leg. Pricilla then mounted the table and offered her sweet cunt for the taking. I knew what was expected and had her hole sopping wet in little time. As I did this, unknown to me, the Domme had fitted a condom onto my enraged cock. With Pricilla now ready, she slid down my body and settled onto my over-hard prick and began riding it. At the same time the Domme mounted the table at my head and settled her cunt onto my face. As I ministered to her, Pricilla sucked and lapped at her breasts and rode my cock. As the tension in the room began to reach a crescendo, I felt the dildo in my ass begin to move as well sliding in and out. At first it had the effect of slowing my release, then as the dominatrix continued to assault my face and Pricilla my cock, we all reached a shattering combination orgasm with the cock in my ass spewing forth some heavy liquid into my bowels. For several long minutes we stayed as we had been. When we could move again, I found that my cock was still hard and my body ready again. Having expected this, Pricilla again began riding my stallion and reached another wild orgasm. This time the effect was so mind numbing that I momentarily lost consciousness as the dildo in my ass spewed forth its load into my guts. I awoke to the sight of Pricilla removing the full condom from my cock and the Domme having wiped the cunt juices of her maid away, removing the strap that had held me a prisoner for the past two days. After it was over, I was told that she would accept me into her training if I still wanted it. At first I didn't know how to react, this had been far more than I had expected or was prepared for. Eventually, I agreed and left her place with a package containing the small dildo, a jar of the heavy liquid, instructions to fill the dildo and at my climax compress the bulb forcing the liquid into my ass. I was to cum every day and take the condoms and put these into the freezer. At my next session, two weeks from now, I was to bring all the frozen condoms and the dildo back. I was to be fully made up and to be wearing the panty girdle, bra and what ever else she directed. What was to come?