The Penny - Part 5 free porn video

Thanks to all of you who not only had the patience to stay with this story, but also took the time to post a review. Even though this was one story, I felt it better to break it into several chapters. Then the unthinkable happened. My USB memory stick got corrupted somehow. I did manage to get most of it straightened out, but the story has changed somewhat. I used this to my advantage and changed some things. I feel it's an improvement. The Penny - Part 5 Work also noted my changes, and several people even said that since I change my looks more often than women, I ought to join them. My supervisor overheard this, and it started a huge harassment nightmare. The three people that were involved all received 3-day suspensions. Boy did that help matters for me! Now I was being left out of conversations, and when I walked up to one, everybody just stop talking, and left. My changing looks brought in more people just to look, so my work area was moved into a different part of the shop where I wouldn't cause any distraction. The good thing was that I finally got a private office, even the door locked! Out of sight, out of mind I guess. The aerobics class noticed my new look and complimented me on the 'new' look. Even though my change in appearance was the 'talk' of the day, it wasn't as bad as I had imagined. Once the music started, I fell into the routine and blocked out everything else. Before I knew it, the session was over and we were toweling off. The longer hair covered my shoulders, and I really was sweating from it. Lisa and I made small talk with the rest of the class for a few minutes as we were heading to the truck. The kids have already had dinner, so Lisa and I just had some chips and salsa. I gathered my 'dinner' and was heading out onto the back porch when I remembered the corset. I took a quick shower, done a brutally quick job on my hair and makeup, then Lisa helped me back into my corset. Lisa and Alyson were becoming very close friends. When I finally joined them, I had to tell them every detail of my work fiasco. Alyson finally went home just as the news was starting. I helped pick up things and locked up for the night. I done my now 'normal' night washing routine, and went to bed. Lisa was already in bed and watched me undress. I was asleep in minutes. I was up, showered, and ready by 5:45am. For the first time doing my hair like this I thought I did very well. It didn't look quite as nice as when I left the salon, but I'm still learning. I kissed Lisa 'bye and headed and headed out for my tanning. After I finished tanning, I went to work on my face. The eye shadow was kind of tricky. The blue-gray color that went along the upper eyelid took a second try to get it right, the rest went okay. Once I finished my eyeliner, I couldn't believe how sexy my eyes looked. Before I didn't look at them critically, but now, I could see that I did have very nice eye shape and nice, long, thick lashes. I finished and looked very carefully at myself. I fluffed my hair some and used the hair pick to bring a few loose strands in. I looked as good as I could. Work was a nightmare. If the first couple of weeks were bad, then now it was hell. Between the difference in my hair and the addition of the makeup, I was a spectacle to be seen. The guys at the shop weren't happy to see me, but at least they didn't just stare at me. Once word got out about me, practically all the police and fire personnel stopped by with some imaginary radio problem just so they could see me. But because I was back in my new 'office', they couldn't see me. Word got out and the nonsense problems went back to normal. At home, I told Lisa about my day as I changed into a skirt outfit. She felt bad for me but we both new there wasn't anything we could do about it. Lisa noticed I was really bothered by what had happened at work. She reassured me that I was okay and would come through this just fine. I went into the living room and vegg'ed out with the kids until the late dinner was ready. As the week went on things got better. As people would come in to watch me, I would stop whatever I was doing, and stare right back at them. Most of the time this made them go on their way. But a few others would require me going into a deep explanation. At Candi's softball games, I kept my spirits about me and had a good time. At home, the kids got used to me, and the girls even jumped on the bandwagon and told me how nice I looked, or how I wasn't sitting with my knees together. But all in all, by Friday evening I was in a happy mood again. Saturday was beautiful. I did all the yard work and cleaned the motorcycle up for our first real ride of the year. With everything going on last month, I hadn't had a chance to clean it up. We had gone out a couple of times before all this started, but hadn't done so since the contract started. The weather hadn't cooperated much either, between the rain and cool evenings, we didn't want to go riding. By 4:00 I had the bike looking like new and had everything put away. I took a shower, done my hair and makeup, and was putting on my black polyester pant outfit when Lisa came in and asked what I was doing. She reminded me that I had already worn that outfit once this week and would have to wear something else. I was saving the dress pants outfit for church in the morning, so that left the two jean outfits. The tight ones with the pink satin top was out, so that left the flare-leg jeans with the yellow deep-cut top. The only draw back was that the shirt wasn't very thick and would show my black bra easily. At least the shoes were the black pullover-style with large block-style heels. Shifting and braking in heels should be interesting. I didn't have any place on the motorcycle for storage, so I would have to hold my purse. Lisa tried to hold it but with hers and as big as mine was, she couldn't hold both. I ended up putting it over my head and my arm through the opening. I had always wanted to get some simple removable saddlebags but just haven't done so yet. But I think I will get some very soon. We had only rode down the street before Lisa had to do something with my hair. When it was short it wasn't a problem, but now it whips her in the face. She quickly braided it and put one of her scrunchies in it to hold it. It worked just fine. The heels didn't prove to cause any real trouble, but they did hold my feet still and in place on the pegs. I never realized how much I moved my feet about as I rode before. By 7:00 we were both hungry and went into our 'regular' restaurant when we were out riding. The waitress recognized Lisa right off but not me. But we ended up telling her the story so she would quit staring. By the time we got home, my breasts were sore. Usually after going riding Lisa and I make love, and tonight I wasn't sure if we should, but Lisa insisted on it. We did 'it' in the standard position. My breasts were very sore by the time I went to sleep, and I was exhausted. My life was still complicated but everything started to fall into place. Work was still a pain, church was getting better, and the aerobics class was doing fine. My weight continued to drop. I don't know if it is my paranoia, but I think I am starting to develop hips now. My waist is down to a dramatic improvement of 37 inches, where before I know I was a tight 42 inches. I don't know what my hips were before, but now they are 40 inches. For May, I bought the required outfits and plus included two pant outfits. My trip out there was largely uneventful. Soon enough I was back at his estate and was greeted warmly by Karin. She took my suitcase and met me in my bedroom for my weigh in. My weight was now down to 249lbs. Shortly after dinner Mr. Lewis arrived. He went directly into his office. Half an hour later he asked me to join him. After some questions about how I am getting along with things, he noted that my weight was good, but my normal activities around home were lagging a little. However, both of the pant outfits were rejected. Mr. Lewis offered me another little side deal. He would overlook the slight change in my personal activities and I could have these pants and shorts if I wanted, but in return, I would have to agree to a couple more piercings. Since I already had 4 holes in my ears, I thought one more couldn't affect much. I signed the addendum and was able to take these two pantsuits as well as the other I brought last month. I was so happy to have more pants. I would only have to wear skirts or dresses at home 4 times a week! Lisa met me at the airport and asked how everything went. I told her of everything and showed her the check for $26,784. This was awesome! The money was definitely helping to forget all the looks and comments. I really felt this was our ticket to a debt-free life and early retirement. As usual for my Monday after the trip salon visit, my hair was changed. It was lengthened another 4 inches and lightened a few more shades of blonde. The perm was re-done so the curls were the same as last month. But because of the added length, my hair was very full now. My nails now had grown out some more and the color was another shade of red. I knew the additional earrings were going to be done next, but when she was done with my nails, she handed me the bottle of polish and handed me a business card. On it was the name of a private medical office just down the street. I looked on the back and it had an appointment for me that was in just 15 minutes. She told me that she was done and could go. Uncertain of what was going on, I drove the 2 blocks to the medical clinic. But because the small parking lot was full, I had to park almost a block away. I mustered up some courage and made my way down to the clinic. I quickly walked in to see 6 guys and 1 woman standing around talking. A younger guy broke from the conversation and asked if he could help me. I handed him the card and said I had an appointment. He looked back at me, and the card several times and started to grin. He nodded for me to follow him and as I did, everyone was smiling and watching me. By now, every time I went out, I raised my voice and tried to carry on as a woman, and by their reaction, they bought it. He showed me into a small room and told me to sit down. As I did, I noticed this room looked like a miniature operating room. On a tray next to my chair were a strange looking pair of long-nosed pliers, a large, curved needle, and what appeared to be a small 'basket' about the size of a 35mm film container. He introduced himself as Dr. Bain, and said that he would be doing my piercings shortly, as he pointed to the basket. The entire basket was made from metal rods were nearly 1/4 inch thick and looked like a two oblong capital letter D's that were joined at the top somehow. If the basket was stood up so that the curved parts were on top, the basket had a diameter of 1 inch and stood about 11/2 inches high, not including the thick, little 1/2 -diameter ring that was welded to the top. The metal rods that made the bottom of the basket were removable and one of them had a hole on the center to allow the other rod to go through it. I could see that the rest of the basket would sit atop of the other two metal rods in little sockets, but I didn't see how they would stay together. The doctor didn't say much when I asked him about the basket. He handed me an envelope with my name on it. In it was a copy of the addendum as well as a second paper. This paper was from Mr. Lewis and stated that the piercing was for the head of my penis. The piercing was to be immediately behind the head of my penis and be done so it completely encircled the head of my penis. He even included a well-done drawing showing how it was to be done. He said I was going to be given a shot to block any erection until the piercings heal. When done this way, my penis would still be functional and my wife would have extra pleasure from it. The basket was to be 'welded' in place to insure my compliance. The doctor only knows he is doing a 'personal' piercing with a dominant style application. Mr. Lewis had already pre-paid, and I was to explain my desire for this piercing. After I tucked the letter back into my purse, the guy looked at me and said, "So, you ready?" I nodded and said, "Let's do it!" He proceeded to strap my legs down at the ankles, knees, and thighs. From there he strapped down my wrists, elbows, and across my chest and shoulders. Lastly, he strapped my forehead into a curved headrest and a very wide strap around my waist. Once he finished that, he looked at me and asked if I was comfortable yet. Trying not to panic, I just nodded at him. I tried to move my head to look away so I couldn't see this, but the way I was strapped in, it was impossible. He then asked me where I wanted the piercing. When I described what the letter stated, showed him the drawing, he just smiled and shook his head. He undid my pants, pulled my shirt up as high as the wide strap would allow. He commented on liking my thong, then pulled it down. He must not of believed me about the penis part, because his reaction when he saw it caught him off guard. He then looked at me again, and the plastic vagina lips in my thong and muttered, "Damn!" He then casually washed up and put on a gown and latex gloves. He moved the tray and sat in a stool between my legs. He shook his head again and pulled my penis out. He laid a rubber-backed towel over my thighs and under my penis. Holding my penis he looked at it for where he would stick the needle. He took a 'sharpie' marker and put a dot just behind the head on top and bottom and asked if this would do. I just nodded approval. He did the same on each side on my penis and asked again. I nodded again. As he picked up the pliers I started to try and squirm. As he told me this is really going to hurt, he realized he forgot something. He moved quickly to a cabinet above my head. He grabbed something and told me to say, "Ahhhhh." I responded before I thought about it, and before I could do anything, had stuffed a large gag in my mouth fastened some straps behind my head, and locked it into place. He sat back down and said he does this to keep people from yelling and causing a disturbance. He took the pliers and centered them around the dots and put a rubber band around the handles to keep them closed tightly. Just doing that hurt! He picked up some anti-bacteria swabs and wiped the entire area. By now I was sweating and breathing rather hard. As he picked up the needle again, he asked if I mind some visitors. Shaking my head NO as much as I could, he just got up, walked to the door, and called for the others to come see this. By the time they entered, I was blushing so bad I thought my face was on fire! When they saw my penis and how I was secured, the all started laughing. The doctor picked up the needle again, grabbed my penis firmly, and ensuring he had the needle on the lower dot, turned my penis back upright and then with one motion he had it pushed through! Glancing down, I could barely see a large needle poking through the top of my penis. I tried to scream but the gag silenced me. The others made "EWWW" noises then began laughing again. The guys kept looking away and back again. He took an alcohol swab and wiped the bottom part of the needle and pressed the one metal rod that had the hole in the center and forced the end of it into a small recess in the end of the needle. He had to really push and work it until the hole of the metal rod went through the new hole and was in the center of my penis. By now I was crying it hurt so bad. It was a good thing I was strapped and gagged or I would've lunged for him. He then lined up the needle and forced the needle through the sides of my penis. He continued working the metal rods until he heard the straight one snap into the hole of the first rod. He then took the pliers off and got some other pliers and things out. Looking down at my penis, only the four ends of the metal rods could be seen. From all the trauma, the head of my penis was quite small and covered lightly in blood. The ends of the rods stuck out about 1/4- or so now. He clipped a heavy metal clamps on each end sticking out and further compressed the head on my penis. He then placed an assembly over my crotch and strapped it so my penis was stretched straight up. He sat the basket onto the four sockets in the ends of the metal rods. He wiped some 'grease-type' of stuff all around the joints. He picked up a mini-torch and lit it and adjusted the flame so it was only about an inch or so long. He laid a foil-type of cloth over my penis and wove it through the basket so that my entire penis was covered. He then applied the flame to the basket and rod end. The grease stuff started to melt and sizzle. I could feel the heat now. Just as it started to burn worse, he put some silver-solder to the joint. It quickly melted and was sucked into the joint. When the silver-solder started to appear around the opening, he pulled the flame and silver-solder away and quickly laid a wet towel across the basket. The sizzle and steam was terrible! The burn was excruciating! I was now sobbing it hurt so bad! I could smell burn. He did the same on the other three ends then they left me for a few minutes and when they came back, I had managed to get control of myself. The doctor cleaned up everything and put some salve on the piercing. As he stood there, he toyed with the basket some by moving it back and forth. He said that this was his first piercing like this. He said that Mr. Lewis sent the basket, torch and silver-solder. He knew what he was going to do, but in conversation with Mr. Lewis, he was explicit in making me say what needed done. He then came back with a syringe and said that this would prevent a hard-on for about 3-4 weeks until the piercings healed. The piercing was sure to bleed from now on, and to protect my clothes, I would have to wear Kotex pads. He released my arms and told me to finish while he washed up. As soon as he released my arms, I grunted and made noises while pointing to the gag. He laughed some and said that I needed to see Alyson to get the keys to the lock! By the time I finished releasing all the straps, Dr. Bain had left the room. Before I tucked my blood-seeping penis into my thong, I picked up the thick maxi-pad the doctor laid out for me and carefully lined it up, and pressed it into place. The pressure from the thong really pressed into the piercing bad, and it took me several attempts to get it in place without causing too much pain. As I made my way through the lobby, the 'witnesses' were openly laughing at me. Fortunately, it was 8:00pm now and the street mostly empty. I no sooner got clear of the clinic when three guys came crashing out of a check cashing store and stopped right in front of me! I could easily see alcohol of them. As I made my way around them, they all started making obscene comments and gestures. I nearly ran all the way to my truck. By the time I had sat in the seat, I could hardly breathe! It took me several minutes to get back to normal. Not wanting the kids to see me like this, and unable to call home and warn Lisa about what is going on, I drove to Alyson's house. I knocked on the door several times, but she must still be at my house with Lisa. As carefully as I could, I walked around her house and looked into my backyard. Sure enough, they were back there. I tried to make noises and waved at them trying to get only their attention, but after a few minutes, I gave up and went back out to my truck. I ended up driving around until just after 9:00pm so the kids would be in bed before I got home. I parked in the garage and went through my shop to the back patio. Lisa jumped from the chair when she saw me, and ran to see what was covering my face. Alyson was right behind her. Lisa was frantically asking me questions about what was going on as tears were streaming down her face. I turned around and motioned to the lock and then to Alyson moving my hands to indicate an imaginary key turning. I ended up writing a note saying that Mr. Lewis sent Alyson the keys. At first she looked confused then she took off running for her house. Lisa went from crying, to anger, to laughing by the time Alyson returned. I was even laughing by now. Alyson had a small box with about 100 keys in it! She dumped it out and they started to go through them, one by one like this was a timed stunt on Fear Factor. It was key number 72 that opened the lock. When I pulled the gag out, I realized it was a 4-inch long, 1 1/2-inch diameter penis gag. If the piercing wasn't enough, the penis gag was sickening! I wrapped the gag in a rag and slowly tried to loosen my jaw up. It took several minutes, but I was finally able to speak clearly enough to explain my evening. Just as I began the story, Alyson's cell phone rang. The conversation was brief and she only said a few things before hanging up. The first thing she said was that it was after 9:00pm and I didn't have my corset on yet. The three of us went into my room to get me into the corset. The minute I was down to my thong, Lisa noticed the wings of my maxi-pad. I had no choice but to show her the whole thing now. I asked Alyson to leave but she said that Mr. Lewis wanted a picture of the piercing. I tried to put off showing the piercing until I had a chance to explain what happened. I explained everything that happened at the 'medical clinic'. Up to this point Lisa didn't know anything about the piercing, and looked at me rather shocked. I told her about the addendum and that I thought that I was only going to get my ear pierced again, so I didn't say anything about it when I got home Sunday afternoon. Alyson still had to take the picture, so I pulled the thong only to reveal a mess of blood. It was gross! I went to the bathroom and washed myself very carefully and had Lisa and Alyson come in to see the piercing. After Alyson took the picture, she went home to email the picture to Mr. Lewis. She lightly touched my penis and the basket as she looked for the soldering. She asked if I could still "do it" and I said that I was assured that I could. She asked what the little ring on top was for, and I just shrugged my shoulders and said that I would find out when I meet with Mr. Lewis in June. Alyson came back over and asked how I was doing. I told her that it still hurt, but what hurt the most was how the plastic lips things tried to flatten it. She nodded and said that I was to still to wear my thongs, basket and all, like usual. I had to go pee really bad so Lisa left to my business. I knew it was going to hurt. I wasn't let down! It burned like hell all over again. As the pee came through the crossed metal rods inside my penis, I could feel the pressure. Then, when it hit the basket, it splattered everywhere. It looks like I won't be standing to pee at least until this heals and can be removed. After I wiped the basket out, I managed to push it all inside, but a little blood was still seeping out. I got one of Lisa's pads out lined it up over plastic lips, and stuck it in place. This time, I carefully pushed my penis inside rather than just laid in the panties. Hopefully this will help the bleeding. Lisa knew I would need thicker pads, so she was going me some thicker ones that should also help cushion it until it healed. She asked if I had to wear the pads all the time now, and I nodded that I did. So without any other options, I did just that. As it healed, I began to realize the basket was heavy. Taking showers it just hung there and I could feel the weight. I was thrilled that I could wear pants some now! I wore them at every opportunity. But it was getting hotter, and as it did, the pants along with the required stockings, got too hot. I had to wear the short skirts if I wanted to keep cool. But I was still wearing the pants when I could. It was Thursday two weeks after I had the piercing when I had my first hard-on, I was taking my morning shower. It didn't last long as the piercings hurt and they started to bleed. And bleed they did! As soon as I could, I pushed everything inside and put the pad on. By the end of Thursday night aerobics, I had gone through 3 pads, and I could tell this one was about to ooze out too. The next day it happened again and the pain it caused brought tears to my eyes, and it started the bleeding all over again, but not as bad as before. So I made sure I had extra pads in my purse and went about my day. After my Thursday aerobics class before my June meeting with Mr. Lewis, I noticed that the basket didn't hurt at all. When I got home and changed back into my regular clothes, I saw that my pad still had some blood on it. I thought of an experiment to see how much I really was bleeding. I pulled out a fresh pad, and poured 4 ounces of generic maple syrup into a measuring cup and thinned it down to the same consistency as blood. I then poured the syrup mix into the pad, 1/2-ounce at a time and waited 1 minute between each pouring to give it time to soak in. It took 11/2 -ounces before the syrup stain was as big as mine on the used pad. But that night I got a huge hard-on, bigger than any I can ever remember. The head of my penis completely filled the basket and was pressing out some. I quickly went into bathroom, sure I was covered in blood. Only minor seeping, but still bloody enough to cause a mess. That Friday, after work I stayed after a few minutes to change into my outfit for the night, a pair of stretchy white pants and tight shirt. On the way home, I stopped by the medical clinic and saw Dr. Bain and told him of my situation. He nodded satisfactorily about everything. He asked if I had intercourse yet, and replied no. He said that as long as I don't have any pain during en erection, intercourse would be fine now. I asked him why it was still bleeding though and he said that the piercing went right through both of the main blood "tubes" that caused my penis to get hard. He said it is most certain to bleed about that much from now on, but not to be alarmed because as long as doesn't bleed in streams, I will be okay. I will just have to wear the needed protection in my thong from now on. I pressed him as to how long he meant. He said that until the piercing is removed and completely healed, it would most likely bleed a little all the time. So I asked him how soon it would heal enough, and he responded that it was as healed as it would get. I then asked him about removing it. But he said removing it might be worse than leaving it. It seems removing this kind of piercing, would most likely, cause damage that could prevent me ever getting hard again, or even complete amputation!! I looked at him stunned and asked if the piercing ought to be removed now before any permanent damage was done. He looked at me and said that when he pierced me, the permanent damage was done then. I asked "Forever then huh?" He just nodded yes. I asked if the basket was taken off and just left the metal rods in me, if that would stop the bleeding. He was a little bit nasty and said "You're just not getting it are you? The damage is done, now you have to live with the consequences! It's too late! Your best bet is to take some of your big-time money and buy stock in Kotex because it looks like you will be a customer for the REST OF YOUR LIFE!" He apologized for the outburst, but asked if I got the picture now. I nodded yes. I paused for a second then asked him if this would set off metal detectors at the airport. He thought there was enough stainless steel in the basket for sure. I asked if I could get one of those cards that are given to people that have joint replacement surgery. He said that piercings are not cover by those rules and I would have to deal with that now too. Lastly I asked how much the basket weighed. He said it was 24 ounces. I thanked him for his time and left. My mood was crushed, not only would I have to deal with this basket now and forever, I would have to go back for a strip search every time I fly. When I got home Lisa wondered how things went with the doctor. I filled her in on everything. She was also shocked about the information, but went on to ask how long and how much I would bleed. I repeated everything the doctor said again. Then the realization hit her, she kind of chuckled when she said, "So, let me get this straight. Removing it isn't an option?" "NO" "Having it altered isn't going fix it?" "NO" So you will have to wear a Kotex the rest of your life?" "YES" She stopped chuckling when she saw I was serious. She then went on to ask if I liked the pads she was getting me because there are lots of different kinds to choose from. I said that I thought these were okay, but the thickness was a bother because it would bunch up. She said she would get me some other kinds so I could find one that worked best for me. Just as I thought this topic was dead, she said she did the syrup experiment on her pads when she was on her period. The end result was that I would leek as much as she would on her heaviest days. I couldn't believe it, I now 'flowed' more than my wife. While we made dinner, she asked if I was up for sex tonight as I was leaving tomorrow morning. I told her I would love to give it a try. That night we did make love! Many times in fact. It was absolutely wonderful! I woke up well rested and noticed the stain on my sheets. I forgot to put on the pad and thong! I woke up Lisa, showed her the mess and quickly changed the sheets while she got around somewhat. I got myself around, put in the much-needed pad, and finished getting ready for my trip. I gathered all my new clothes into the wheeled suitcase and loaded up into the van for the trip to the airport. Indeed, the basket did set off the metal detectors. The hand scanner triggered on my crotch, and I said that I had a rather personal genital piercing. The two security guards looked at each other and then I was escorted into a holding room. After only about two minutes, a woman came in and had me fill out some paperwork and show my I.D. She then asked me to explain what it was I had done. I briefly explained the basket while she wrote down the details. I never did say just what part was pierced. She put on latex gloves and asked me to show it to her. She saw the thong, slightly dirty pad, and then the basket. At first she didn't realize it was on my penis, but when she realized it, she gasped and looked at me and asked if I was a man or woman. To minimize this, I said I was transitioning, and the basket was to insure fidelity. Embarrassed, she quickly told me to get dressed, and sign the paperwork. I told her I would be coming through here every month about this time, and wondered if I would have to go through this each time. She had me fill out another form. She signed it and said I would only have to have the guards refer to the control number. She gave me a copy of the form and escorted me out past the checkpoint. I bought all pant outfits this month. Mr. Lewis was there again and greeted me at the door. He then asked if I liked my piercing and how things went at the airport. I tried to be nice and lied about how much I liked it, but I didn't go into much detail about my search. He smiled slightly as we walked into his office for our meeting. He weighed me and asked for measurements. I was down to 246lbs now and he took my measurements as for a woman. I was 40D-36-40 now. He complimented me on the extra weight loss, but reminded me that just because I lost extra this month, I still had to lose the regular weight every month. I nodded that I knew this. He wrote all this down then he noted that by now I would have went out riding at least a dozen more time than I did, and been boating at least 2 times, and swimming at least 3 times a week. I said that the pain from the piercing kept me from riding, and I lied that the basket could be seen through my approved swimsuits and I didn't want to embarrass the kids. As for the boating, the weather was too cool and the kids didn't want to go. He said that piercing or not, I was to continue as if nothing was different. But he did know the weather was anything but warm in our area last month. But, by the contract, I would have to forfeit this month's money, but he would be willing to make me a deal. The thought of losing the entire month's money stunned me. I asked him what the deal was to be. He said that it was more or a penalty or a reminder than anything, but make no mistake, he would know if I wasn't doing it. I tried asked what his 'deal' was, but he said it doesn't work like that. He said I had to agree with his deal without knowing what it was. I tried to press him but he held out his hand to silence me and said I had 5 seconds to agree, or the money was forfeited. I said I would do whatever it took to keep the money. He smiled and said "Good." He then pointed to a box beside his desk. He showed me a display on his computer, and described the readings. It had sensors for temperature and pressure, as well as times and dates. I could have all the money, but I had to agree to wear a corset for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The only exceptions were morning showers, salon visits, aerobics, swimming, and boating. For the showers, I could only take the corset off just before I get in, and get right back into it as soon as I was dried off. I had to wear it to the salon, and from the time I took it off, I had 30 minutes to get it back on. As for the aerobics class, he knew it took me 55 minutes from time I left the house until I got back, so I had only had 1 hour out of the corset then. As long as I was wearing a two-piece swimsuit and at a pool or the boat, I didn't have to wear the corset. So I could at least go swimming and boating, but if I wore the one-piece swimsuits, the corset was required. It could get wet, but I needed to remember, that once I put it on, I had to use that corset until the next morning. At this point, he showed me one of the new corsets. There were 7 corsets, each in red, black, teal green, purple, blue, pink, and white. There weren't any laces or hooks in the back, just in the front. Built into the zipper was a pressure sensor that could tell when it was not zipped, as well as a temperature sensor. These were attached to a small device that was sewn into the front near the bottom that recorded the times, durations, and date that the corset was off of me. I was to change the corset every morning with my shower. I was to substitute the appropriate color for the same color as my required lingerie for the day. Once I was into it I had to wear the same one all day. So that meant that before I went to work, I needed to know what outfit I was going to wear that evening. Alyson was to retrieve the corsets, get the data, have them cleaned, and bring them back when she was finished. Mr. Lewis would also receive this data. If I agreed to this, the money was mine. He pulled out another addendum and I looked it over. It said this was to last 6 months or until amicably cancelled. I tried to convince him that 1 month would be all the 'reminding' I needed. He just shook his head 'No'. After several more tries, I finally nodded my approval. He had me sign it under his signature. He put the addendum in his desk and pulled out my copy signed only by him and handed it to me. He had Karin take the box upstairs and told me that as soon as I put the corset on and came back down to see him, he would give me the check and my clothes. As I left the office, Karin was already outside the door. Mr. Lewis called her in and gave her the instructions. I went up to my bedroom to wait for the box. Karin helped me unpack the box. She asked how I like the corsets so far. I told her that I was used to it now, but didn't know how I would be able to handle them for the next 6 months. Being positive, she said the time would fly. I went into the bathroom to change. Since I was wearing teal lingerie already, I took the teal corset. This one had 20 hooks, and was already snug. Seeing that I would have to draw it in at least four inches, I knew this was going to be difficult. It took a lot of pulling, but I got the zipper up. This was very tight, but didn't have the boning the other corsets had. That meant I could at least bend over and move about. This corset also had 8 wide straps for the stockings, but these couldn't be removed or adjusted. These straps were different lengths, but all came to the same height from the ground so my stocking was held evenly and straight, and when they were all connected, pulled my stockings rather taught. So putting my thong on over them was out of the question. The bra cups were all lace and fit so snug that I 'spilled' out of the top some. The cups were comfortable enough, but they did lift my beasts up and make them look bigger. And whenever I moved, it caused my breasts to jiggle more than normal. The corset was cut up around my hips, but came back down both in front and back. These parts were heavily boned, but weren't visible and didn't hurt at all. When the corset was on and zipped, it shimmered in the light. In fact it was very pretty, and had it been on Lisa rather than me, I would have loved to see it. I knocked on Mr. Lewis's door and he waved me in. He looked up at me, had me turn around so he could how it fit. After he was satisfied, he had me step closer to his desk. He took a little box that was connected to his laptop and held it to my right side for a few seconds. He showed me the results on the laptop. The zipper was connected 17 minutes ago and my temperature seemed to have leveled off at 93 degrees. Happy with the readings, he gave me the check, my suitcase, wished me well until next month, packed his laptop and left. I took my suitcase and check up to my room and while I stared at the check, I realized how close I came to losing it. With this check, the last of our loans will be paid off and we will be able to putting some towards our second mortgage. As long as I don't screw up anything, by the time I can get out of the corsets, will we be debt free! If I missed anything next month, I don't know what else I could afford to have happen to me. But I am sure that he already has plans if that happens. I will just have to be careful and not miss anything. It would sure help if I knew how many times I had to do each activity. I heard a noise by the door. It was Karin. She was concerned about me and how things went. We talked for some time about my arrangement and Mr. Lewis. She told me not to underestimate him. She said that he had people watching everyone he deals with, and that she was certain Alyson was being watched also. He wasn't evil or anything, just very creative with his dealings. Gary was back home visiting his drinking buddies for the weekend so Karin and I just made a quick snack and ate while we continued talking. My measurements came up again, so she took them with my new corset. 39D-32-40. The corset made that much difference. Granted, I had some difficulty breathing, but I was able to move about fairly well. I went through my suitcase to see that all my pant outfits were still there along with the others that were confiscated earlier. I woke to Karin knocking on the door at 7:00am as usual. I took the corset off, went to the bathroom, brushed and flossed my teeth, and did my shower. I enjoyed the feeling of not being so severely constricted, but knew that I only had minutes to get another corset on. I took the top corset out of my suitcase and put it on. I timed myself, 27 minutes from the time I unzipped the teal one, brushed my teeth, showered, and had the red one on and zipped. Too close for my comfort, but I did lose time tightening the laces. I guess from now on I won't take the corset off until just before I climb into the shower. Because of my hastiness in putting on the red corset, I didn't have any clothes in my suitcase to go with it. In fact, the only thing here at all that was coded for the red corset, was in the closet. It was a red leather mini-skirt with a thin white silk, button down shirt that didn't have buttons above the bottom of my breasts, very ornate sculptured red stockings, and red leather pumps with 5 1/2 -inch spike heels! I could have sworn that there were several other red outfits in there before I went into the bathroom. I called for Karin and asked her what happened to the other outfits for the red corset, but she pleaded ignorance and said I was imagining it. I still knew she was up to something, but she did seem like she was in a joking mood. So I figured that Mr. Lewis was behind the missing clothes. I looked through the rest of the closet and this outfit was the only thing in there that was big enough to fit me. Since Karin wasn't in the room when I laid out the red corset, the room has to bugged with video cameras somewhere. The jewelry called for earrings that touched my shoulders, and an anklet that had about 12 charms on it, as well as a multitude of rings and bracelets. Once I was completely dressed I saw that the entire 'bra' portion of the corset was exposed. I looked like an ugly hooker. Realizing that my only defense was to add more makeup, I did. Karin waved me a rather subdued 'goodbye' and couldn't look me in the eye when I hugged her. A very similar incident happened at this airport here too. But this time, I had to have a picture taken and declare my sex. Since I am legally considered female, I responded 'female'. This I.D. would allow me to avoid the strip search again, but only after they scanned me with the metal detectors. If my breasts bounced before, now they REALLY bounced! Just walking normally through the airport in these heels caused them to shake terribly. The take-offs and landings were very interesting to say the least. When Lisa saw me she had to suppress a laugh. She asked what happened and I told her everything and showed her the addendum. She was really taking this well because her response was just that we had better make sure we do better this month. Alyson also was amused by my outfit and, while giggling, asked how I did at the airports dressed like this. Between aerobics and the tightness of the corset, I ate much less than normal. I could tell I would lose a lot of weight this month. Monday at the salon, my hair was darkened to a reddish-brown, and lengthened at least 6-inches! It now touched my belt! Granted the belt was worn high considering I was wearing women's jeans, but still! The perm was full of long loose curls that caused my hair to nearly fly as I walked. I have to admit, my hair looked awesome, even if it was a women's hairstyle. In sunlight, it really glistened. Even my nails and makeup was changed. The colors around my eyes were now a shimmering gray and blue. Since I had blue eyes anyway, now they really stood out. My nails were filled in and painted a dark burnt red to match my, now very obvious, lipstick. Looking in the mirror, I didn't recognize myself anymore. If a person were to see me now versus 4 months ago, they wouldn't recognize me either. I knew where Mr. Lewis was going with this, and I was helpless to stop him. All I could do was to try to make the best of it. Candi's softball games were over now and we filled our time with hanging out at the pool. Of course Alyson was almost always there, but the good thing was that I could take the corset off! I did have to wear two-piece swimsuits now but at least I could breathe. But the top was leaving definite tan lines though. We did ride the motorcycle some, but with the corset holding my back straight and chest out caused a huge amount of bouncing of my breasts. Every time we put the bike away, my breasts hurt. Boating was similar. I bought more pant outfits, but I was really having a difficult time picking out new accessories. My jewelry box was large to begin with, but is nearly over flowing. I had virtually every kind of belt and high-heeled shoe there was. The only thing I could add to were boots. Alyson got approval from Mr. Lewis so I didn't have to keep buying any more accessories. So on the trip out to see him, my large suitcase was barely half full. Mr. Lewis met with me immediately. He didn't seem very pleasant though. He quickly weighed me, 226lbs now! I dropped 23 pounds in one month! Sitting at his desk, he handed me a report on my activities. There were 2 blank lines, bicycling, and camping! He asked me to explain, but I couldn't. He even pointed out that I haven't rode the motorcycle to work yet either. Knowing what was coming, I asked him what kind of deal he had for me before he could ask me about it. This caused him to chuckle and say "Very good". He had me look at his laptop again. On it were some more readings. It had sensors for temperature, pressures, an orientation arrow, as well GPS coordinates with a flashing marker on his computer screen that shown it to be on his desk. He then pulled a box from a drawer in his desk. Knowing that I wanted the money, I agreed. He pulled out the addendum and had me sign it under his signature. He put the addendum in his desk and pulled out my copy signed only by him and handed it to me. He then pulled out the check and sat it on the desk in front me. When I reached for it, he slapped his hand over it, and nodded towards the box. He opened the box and displayed a butt plug with about a 6-inch wire hanging from it. He said that I was to wear this everyday until we meet again. Every morning I had to put a new battery in it. He said that if I didn't have it in, he would know. As I pulled it from the box, I could feel that it was quite heavy for its size. As I looked at the bottom of it, he explained that the wire was the antenna and it would only work when it was laid out straight. He also pointed out the little screw on it with a little hole. He also pulled a small pump with a hose out of the box. The pump was one those squeeze balls that are used to pump up a blood pressure cuff. Once the plug was inserted, I had to pump it up enough and turn the screw to hold in the air. If I didn't pump it up enough, he would know. I asked how many pumps it took, so he had me pump it up until it displayed "okay" on the computer. By the time it was okay, the plug was about 6- inches long and 3-inches across at the widest. The pumping makes it stay in, in fact, once pumped up, it should be impossible to remove. But he assured me that when the plug was inside me, the resistance from my body would prevent it from getting that big. I put the butt plug back into the box, and as I was going to put the lid on it, Mr. Lewis asked what I was doing. If I wanted the money, I had to put it in now. So I turned the screw released the air and took the buttplug and pump into the bathroom. At the door, I asked if he would tell me when it read "okay". He told me that when I thought I had pumped it enough, ask and he would say if I was okay or not. I went bathroom first and pushed as best I could to insure I was as empty as I could be. I wiped extremely well and used the KY that was in the cabinet. I managed to get the plug in without too much pain. I already felt full, but connected the pump anyway. After 1 pump I asked, he only laughed and told me to keep going. After a total of 7 pumps, he finally said it was okay. I felt like I had to shit so bad! I knew I was okay, as far as that is concerned but I still felt full. I shut the valve and pulled the pump loose. I pulled my thong and pants up and went back into his office. He smirked about me waddling and said that I had better learn to walk normal soon or I might cause a scene. He motioned for me to sit back down, when my weight was fully down, I felt like I might bust. He had me go through all my clothes and explain why I chose each outfit. He asked why I didn't have any skirts or dresses this time. I told him now that I can wear pants, I was going to do so. He nodded and said that he wasn't going to approve any of my outfits this time. He explained that I was only allowed the pants because he wanted to see how I was going along with the spirit of the contract. I could wear the pants that I already have but he wasn't going to approve anymore for 6 month's! Since this is late June, I couldn't have any more pants until after New Years! He asked how my original clothes were fitting now that I've lost 30 pounds. I knew they were loose and starting to get baggy, but I replied that they were okay. He chuckled and told me that he seen a couple pictures of me. I was to have Alyson with me and try on all the original clothes. Whatever didn't fit properly I was to have them boxed up for shipping by Friday. He said that he would pick out some things from upstairs so I could travel home, but I would have to keep with the spirit of the contract from now on. Just as we were leaving his office he turned to me and said that to insure I keep my spirit, I can only wear pants or shorts on Mondays, Wednesdays, and when I ride the motorcycle. He asked me if I was okay with this or if he should add another addendum. I replied that I was okay without the addendum. From there he went into my room by himself and had me find Karin for him. After he left, Karin met me in the room and asked if I was ready to go swimming. I tried to beg off, but she insisted until I gave in. As changed into my swimsuit, I realized just how difficult this next month is going to be. Every movement and action causes pressure and makes me think I need to go to the bathroom. In the swimsuit, I pulled the little wire on the plug up my crack. Looking in the mirror, I could only see an over-weight woman. What a disappointment to Lisa I must be. Karin wasn't playful t this time, but she was trying. But she could still tell something was bothering me. She asked if I was okay and if I wanted to talk about it, and when I didn't' respond right away, I think I hurt her feelings some. I didn't see Gary at all or hear about him all day. That night just as I was going to bed, Karin came in to talk. She spilled her guts about Gary. Days after I left last month, they had a big fight and he left for the evening. When he didn't come home that night she wasn't too concerned because he did stay in town more and more now. After lunch she saw a police car coming up the drive. It seems that after he left, he went to a local bar and had quite a few drinks. Then from there he was going back to their home town, and along the way, he veered into the path of an oncoming car, then swerved to miss it and started the car rolling. He was tossed through the window and killed. By this time, she was crying badly on my shoulder and I just comforted her. We sat and I kept her talking about it until she was all cried out. It didn't take long after she regained herself before I spilled my guts about my piercing and the penalty plug. When I told about the plug she started laughing and said that Mr. Lewis had one in her also. She asked how I liked it so far. I hated it! It didn't hurt anymore, but is sure was uncomfortable. She said that after a couple of weeks, she forgot all about it. I asked how long she has had to wear it. It was part of her initial deal. As long as she works for him, she has to use it. She said now that I have one, he'd probably use that as a penalty for everything I do wrong. He uses them as a way to track us. His computer logs them constantly and if anything doesn't seem right, he won't hesitate to find out why. I asked how she knew she had to go bathroom with it in. After a few days, she found a rhythm that works for her. Every morning before her shower, and every afternoon before cooking dinner, she pulls it out, goes bathroom then gives herself a large enema. She said that by doing the enema, the plug doesn't come out all nasty. Now that she's been doing it that way for several months, it is never nasty and she is quite used to it. She had me come into her room and showed me her 'setup' for the enema. She had an adapter on the sink with a long tube that attached to the enema nozzle. She put the nozzle in the sink, closed the drain, turned the cold water on, and counted to 10 slowly. When she shut it off, the sink was about half full. She said that this about how much works for her. She said that she would hold it during her shower then let it go when she was dried off. I nodded my understanding and said that I just wanted to go to bed. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said goodnight. When I woke up the next morning, I found my own adapter, tube, and nozzle on the counter of the sink. Not knowing how to do this, I positioned myself over the toilet and then released the valve, and felt the relief of the deflating monster. When I pulled it out, it was NASTY! Washing it was even worse! Not wanting to do that again, I thought I would give Karin's enema thing a try. I hooked it up and practiced the timing a couple of times. Once I was comfortable with it, I slowly pushed the nozzle in and turned on the water. Before I could get to 5 it was running down my legs. I shut off the water, pulled out the nozzle, and released the water. I cleaned the floor and myself up and tried it again. This time I squeezed tight and was able to make it. After I had the nozzle out, I started the shower and by the time I was finished, I could feel the water trying to escape. I dried off and barely made it to the toilet when it came out. By the time I was done and wiped, I felt much better. But I knew that this plug had to go back in before anything else, so I used the KY again and tried to put it back in. I looked at the clock and realized that I only had 16 minutes to the plug in and get my corset on and zipped. In it went, pumping was just as uncomfortable as before. I almost couldn't stand the plug today. My butt was in turmoil. It was extremely sensitive. I had to put it in several times before I finally managed to deal with the discomfort. I had to forget about a shower today. I went into the closet in my bedroom and looked what I was to wear. A pink corset and lingerie set. After I had the corset, stockings, and thong on, I was amazed to see he laid out a pair of pants! The pants were tight up top and down the thighs, but really flared out below the knees and had 4 inches of lace around the cuffs. The top was a thin, white, halter-top with spaghetti straps that left the bra straps of my corset exposed. I had knee-high pink boots with a 4-inch block-style heel that lace up the center. Next was a matching pink purse and some accent jewelry. After I got dressed and changed over the purse, I came down for breakfast. Karin asked how I did this morning and I told her about my mess. She couldn't help but laugh but I knew she felt bad for me. Karin took my old purse and went to pack it into my suitcase. She handed me a key and said that it was for my suitcase. She told me I wasn't to open the suitcase until I was home and I ought to be alone. I asked what she meant, but she wasn't about to get in trouble with Mr. Lewis. The limo was ready so we hugged and said goodbye until next month. Sure enough at the airport, I set off the metal detector. I showed them the card and after they searched my body, I was allowed to pass. The rest of the trip was okay. At home, I showed Lisa the check. $26,784 for one month! She was thrilled, as was I. She asked about the visit, so I explained the lack of motorcycling, swimming, and boating. She said that Alyson had warned her about it, but Lisa knew we were busy with other things. She knew I shouldn't have the money for not doing those things. I tried to brush over the butt plug story. Alyson already knew that this was coming, but didn't say anything to Lisa. Lisa was shocked that I did it, but I told her I wasn't going through all this just to loose the money over silly little details. She asked if it was in now and I nodded that it was. She asked if I hurt at all. I said that I knew it was there and I was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. Lisa was rather irate about this and was going to call Mr. Lewis herself to give him a piece of her mind. Alyson quickly calmed her down saying that Mr. Lewis would only listen to her, but it would only make things worse for me. Then Lisa was upset because I didn't talk it over with her before agreeing to this. I told her that I wouldn't have been able to call, and besides, Mr. Lewis wanted the answer immediately. Alyson agreed and added that he does give me an opportunity to keep the money, rather than sending me off. And if I felt I could do this, I should be commended for my dedication to the family. Lisa finally calmed down and warmed up to it. Before I could give details of how the plug worked, Alyson started explaining it and how quickly he would know if I didn't comply. She could see I was putting this together, and volunteered that she had one also. Both Lisa and I were stunned. Alyson explained that all of his 'employees' have one. In fact, once I had mine, she doubted Mr. Lewis would let me out of using it. I showed her the addendum and she instantly pointed out that it stated 'until such time as both parties meet again to re-negotiate". He might meet not with me for months now. I felt that this whole thing was so far out of control that I ought to just give up now and accept the fact I would be broke the rest of my life! Lisa and Alyson both helped me stay calm and let me vent. When I finally calmed down, I felt much better. I did manage to open my suitcase by myself, and in it were my supply of batteries for my plug and the 'black-thing' from the dresser. Attached to the box of batteries was a note from Mr. Lewis. The note stated, that on the Saturday morning I fly back out to see him, I am to call the emergency contact number as soon as I have removed my butt plug, and he will give me further instructions. Alyson would give me a box that Friday night prior. At my monthly salon visit the only thing changed was my nail colors, but my hair was touched up so it looked nice again. I don't know why, but I am really taking special care of my hair now, and seeing it looking so nice after the salon visit, makes me rather happy. That night Alyson brought me a small package with a ribbon around it. The tag read "a gift from Mr. Lewis". Inside were two bikini's, one neon blue bikini with 'shorts' style bottoms, and crop top style top, the other was glowing pink but had the typical bottoms, and a heavier bra-style top. Both did have an underwire for support but they showed more skin than I was ready for. Alyson wanted to get me some better bikinis, so Mr. Lewis had her pick out several two-piece swimsuits and email him the pictures. These two were the only ones he approved. Lisa wanted me to try them on to see how I looked. I went into the room and stripped naked and put it on. When I came out, Lisa pointed to the shorts. The basket was plainly visible. I turned and tried to tuck it, but it was always visible. I went back into the room and put the thong back on. The basket was no longer visible, but my crotch definitely looked female, lip contour and all! The aerobics, corset, and diet are starting to work. My gut has just about vanished! My waist was even starting to tuck in now. My butt is quite shapely as well. By the time I hit my target weight, I will definitely have a woman's figure. Not what I would have wanted, but I should be able to change that later on. Since I took the corset off, I HAD to go swimming. This is the first time I have swum at home in front of the kids. Sure, I had sat by the pool lots of times, but at least by staying on the deck, I could use the table to hide behind. I was so embarrassed about my figure and having to wear a bikini that I had a perpetual blush. Lisa thought I was cute! Lisa, Alyson, and I had gone through all my clothes and packed up all the original clothes I was given. I was to keep all the jewelry and footwear. I really got some room in my closets now. I hated to give up the one pair of jeans, because now, with my weight loss, they fit just like I like them - baggy. Within a couple of weeks, I did get used to the plug and fell into a rhythm with it. Even with 'getting used to it' I still had many uncomfortable moments. I even had to miss a couple of days at work just because when I put the plug in, I couldn't even function. I felt like my insides would just blow out at any time. The enemas really helped keep it clean. Only when I skimped on the amount of water would the plug start to get messy. My first time on the motorcycle was rather interesting after a couple of hours. Between the weight on that area and the vibration from the motor, I got quite uncomfortable. A few times we went over to Shawn and Tammy's pool. They didn't have a problem with me, but I still felt wrong having to wear what I did. Tammy was rather overweight and was well endowed in the chest, and me being like I was, we could have been sisters. Both of us tan well and had the same hair color as well as the being the same size now. I ended up telling them my measurements, and Tammy went on a diet so I wouldn't show her up. Not that I was trying to show her, or any woman, up but I did look like a woman and with my exercise, weight loss, hair, and makeup, I did look like a big woman. For boating, I tried to wear the bikini but it just didn't have enough support for my chest. So the second time out, I wore one of my exercise outfits, without the corset. But Alyson noticed and said the rules were that I could only wear the exercise outfits for my exercise routines and workouts. I ended up wearing the corset with a couple of my one- piece swimsuits. Work still hadn't gotten any better, but I stayed as positive as I could. Church was getting better each time. The visitors didn't know how to take me, so to make things easier, I introduce myself as Tracey, and let them think what they will. It was the week following my June trip an issue came up with my name. At work, I never changed any information and the accounting department caught the issue. To try and keep this issue from ruining the rest of my life, I had to tell everyone about it. My drivers' license showed me as female, but I wasn't legally a female. I had to go to the courthouse and straighten it out. I had to fill out a form describing what all changes I've been through, but when I tried to explain why, I wasn't allowed to. The next day Lisa and I met with our lawyer and judge in private. The judge had a strict guideline he had to follow when it came to gender issues. Because of the changes I voluntarily went through, even though I still had my functioning 'male' equipment, my outward appearance was anything but male. I was ruled to be a female. However, since I still had functioning male equipment, had no desire to complete a gender re- assignment, and could revert back to my previous appearance, he would not order that our marriage be dissolved. For tax purposes, we would still be married. Our lawyer apologized for this, but knew this would happen eventually. Our lawyer was going to straightening out our financial issues. I had to go and straighten it out with work, and within the day, my supervisor knew about my new name and that I was legally considered a female! One of the guys has a neighbor that works in human resources for the city, and she called him and spilled her guts. Now work really sucked! It only took a few days, and word of my new name and gender got out. I continued to withdraw from the guys at the shop. Shopping this time, I bought 2 very supportive bikinis as well as 6 casual skirt outfits. With the bikinis, I bought overshirts and 4-inch heel sandals. Of course the outfits included more boots and even I even found a pair of high-heeled sneakers. On the Friday before I was to fly out, Alyson gave me a long box and told me not to open it until I get call Mr. Lewis in the morning. Then on Saturday morning, I stripped down, took my shower