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Be Careful What You Wish For! Holly Be careful what you wish for, or worst yet, be careful what you start. Things have a way of getting away from you otherwise. So it was with me. First, a little truth in advertising. I am not a total victim in this, if the truth be known, I engineered it. But what I had not expected was where it would end up. The rules were simple. After several weeks of correspondence we had agreed on the ground rules: She would have me for 10 days during which she could do whatever she wished to include bondage, submissiveness, transgender training. She could not mark me permanently, nor was there to be any male on male sex of any kind. There was to be no blood, scat or pee or breath play. Humiliation was not to be explored. Still in all there was a lot she could do including the use of electrical toys, plugs and all variety of service. Once started, she was in total control and I along for the ride. We had agreed that once we started, I had nothing more to say about the outcome. I was not however, her slave. For my benefit after, the whole thing was going to be videoed so I could relive it as often as I wanted to. With my vacation looming, I made final arrangements and, as directed brought my bags of goodies to the address indicated in the email. I had left information with a close friend of mine, also into the scene, as to where I would be and what was happening with the instructions that if she had not heard from me at the end of 10 days, she was to find me. I arrived at the address in the T-shirt, faded old jeans and sneakers she required of me. As she had directed, I still had my beard and hair. The house was not overly large or ostentatious, but appeared to have a basement and nice manicured grounds behind a privacy fence and gate. As I drove in, I was told to park my car under the cover and to unload all my things at the side door. When I was done, I was to go to the front door and wait. As I waited at the door, an attractive young woman opened it and, holding a finger to her lips indicated that I was to remain silent and follow her. The door seemed to close of its own and we walked into a formal parlor/office. She indicated a heavy chair and again placed her finger on her lips. As I sat down, she departed through a side door leaving me to take in the room and furnishings. I waited a few minutes wondering what was supposed to happen when a second young girl entered carrying a tray with a pitcher and glass on it. This she set down on the table next to me and then wagged her finger at me as if to say no. I understood that this was not for me now and nodded to indicate that I did understand. She then left by the same door and again I was alone. Minutes later, the Mistress of the house entered. She was everything I expected and more. She sat behind the antique desk and pulled out a folder. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. I replied that it was. She then reviewed one of the pages and asked again, "Then we are agreed that you will be in my care and service for the next 10 days and I will direct your actions?" "Yes we are agreed," I replied simply. "Well then, we have a few things to discuss and we can get started. Please, you must be thirsty after your trip out here, help yourself to the water and I will have Gwen bring in some things for us." I was thirsty, I wasn't aware of it before She mentioned it, but now I was. I took the glass and in a moment drained it and poured another. By the time the second was empty, Gwen had rolled a cart into her parlor. On the cart was an odd array of things including some puff pasties and, what looked like, medical equipment. She handed me a pastry and I ate it without giving it a second thought. She handed me a second and I should have realized something was wrong, but I ate that one as well. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was telling myself I had been drugged, but the rest of my mind was not listening and I was now drifting but not out. "Gwen, go ahead and prepare her for questions." "Yes, Mistress. Shall I also use the standard restraints?" "Yes Gwen, that will set a tone for the rest of the period. Besides, I think she will enjoy it when she sees the video." With that, Gwen strapped my arms to the chair as well as my legs and chest. She then opened my shirt and began attaching electrodes to my body. The pattern was that of a lie detector, but I had no way of knowing that at this point. When she was done, Mistress began asking her questions. I would not find out till the end of the period, what the answers were, but they were to have a profound impact on what would happen for the next ten days. Mistress took well over an hour to get her information and during that time, I was strapped to the chair and quite unable to lie any way. When next I became aware of my situation, I was strapped to a padded table, naked and my skin was burning from what, I had no idea. I could not move my head because of the headrest it was strapped into. It made it impossible to even turn slightly in either direction. I was forced to look up at the mirrored ceiling which afforded me a chance to check out my situation. I was in fact strapped to the table. One strap ran over my forehead holding my head in the grip of the headrest while a series of straps held each wrist, and elbow, one at my upper chest, another at my waist. My legs were splayed apart and elevated with straps at each knee and ankle. In the mirror I could see equipment arrayed around me and realized the room I was in was something like a cross between a beauty shop, torture chamber and doctor's exam room. As I was taking it all in, Mistress Samantha and Gwen entered the room. "Welcome to day one of your new life!" Mistress Samantha's voice was cool, confident and had a slightly dangerous edge to it. I of course had no idea what day it was so took her at her word. The room had no windows or, for that matter apparent doors. Mistress and Gwen seemed to appear from nowhere when I became aware of them. "I am calling today, 'Prelude to Transformation', you like that title? That is where we will start, and we will see just how long it takes to get to 'day 2'." With that she all but laughed at my situation and her secret plan. Day one begins: In fact day one had already begun with my initial preparation prior to my awakening. As I could now see in the mirror, and as Mistress explained, all the hair from my eyebrows down to my toes had been removed by several means. These included waxing and chemical removers. The hair at my crotch had been left alone as had my eyebrows. "As you know, beauty does not come without some sacrifice and pain," Mistress was saying. "You will now have an opportunity to experience what you had missed so far. I intend to shape your eyebrows as they should be, and Gwen will give you a Brazilian waxing. First Gwen." With that, Gwen moved a cart between my legs and opened the wax pot. I watched in the mirror as she took a wood spatula and dipped it into the wax stirring as she looked over my crotch. Seconds later, the first application began. The hot wax was spread on the pubic hair above my penis, what I would come to call my gurlie clitty, and then was spread out from there. It was hot. I could feel it cool and as it did a little tightness. She then applied another spatula full down one side into the crease and along the side of my ball sack. More was then layered on what had been already applied and she waited for it to cool enough. "the difference between normal wax and a Brazilian is that the wax becomes the bonder instead of a pull cloth. What that means to you dear gurl is that the only way that wax can be removed is to pull it off and the hair that has been trapped in it with it. Now us girls know all about it and have learned to endure the discomfort for the results, but you gurls still don't appreciate this. So I am going to give you something to bite down on while we do this. It will give you some comfort I am sure." As she said this, she fitted a fat gag into my mouth that looked a lot like the tip of a cock. This was strapped to the headrest and further constricted my movement. Mistress then nodded to Gwen, who then pulled the wax, and my crotch hair with it, from my body. I started to scream, but bit down on the gag and to my surprise, a stream of liquid flowed into my mouth. The look of surprise was what Mistress was waiting for. "I see you have discovered one of the secrets of your situation. The gurl-juice that just went into your mouth will help you achieve your goals that much faster. It also contains a very mild pain killer which, if you allow it to soak in under your tongue, will take effect very fast." She then attached a drip bottle to the end of the gag and waited for my reaction. I had already swallowed and so had no benefit of this pain reducer. I figured I was in for all of it so decided to bit down again and this time allowed the liquid to sit in my mouth and around my tongue. I figured that I was not going to be hurt since the original deal said nothing permanent could be done, and no scars. Little could I appreciate at that moment, that the original deal had been modified. Gwen continued her waxing and I continued to squirt the liquid into my mouth. When she was done, there was not a single hair on my body below my eyes. I was breathing hard, trying to cope with the discomfort and preparing for the next part. Mistress Samantha was now selecting a different wax for my eyebrows. First she painted the wax in place, arching my brows extremely. Next came the cloth pull strip which she smoothed into place and then she yanked it clear. My eyes were watering. She then shaped the lower edge of the brow and the effect was the same. I was in tears from the pain. I was now sucking the liquid from the bottle without regard to what it was. Mistress noted this but said nothing at that time. Instead, she then did the other brow. Once satisfied, Mistress then began applying makeup to my eyes. I could both see and feel as she first painted eyeliner on in black to the line over my eye, then the lower. Then began applying definition to my brows with a pen like device. As she did so, she explained that the makeup she was using was semi-permanent and would remain at least a month! I looked in the mirror above and noted that the effect was to make my eyes appear larger, softer and more feminine. As she worked a woman was beginning to emerge. "You have finished all the gurl-juice I have given you, feel better?" I tried to nod my head but it was held solid in the headrest. This she was able to understand and she removed the gag in my mouth. It felt odd to have it out of my mouth finally and I wanted to thank her for the freedom, but only looked in her eyes to realize that I was to remain silent. "Time for a little color on those lips my dear." Mistress then selected another of the colored pens and began drawing an outline of my lips in deep red. When she was satisfied, she selected another pen and filled this outline in using a lighter shade of red. She then selected a rich gloss and re-painted my lips to get a high shine and let it set. I could feel the weight of the color and taste the lip gloss. It was very sexy to me and I watched in quiet, rapt excitement as my face changed before my eyes. Satisfied that everything was dry, set and permanent, she looked at my ears and decided to add an additional piercing to each. I now had two holes in each lobe and a stud for each of them. "Gwen, I believe it is time to get our gurl ready for her training session. I want you to start with a number 4 plug and we will see how she does with that." "Yes Mistress Samantha. I have it right here." Gwen reached for a black and silver device on her cart and began lubricating it. I could see in the mirror it was a rounded cylinder with a fat head and narrow section. Her actions showed me that this thing was also flexible since it could move. Hanging out the base were a set of wires and a length of tube. Gwen applied the lube until the thing was glossy wet and then with little ceremony pressed it against my ass. I felt the pressure and, at first, tried to resist before my brain took over. I realized I could not stop her and was equally certain that the only one who would get hurt here was me. I therefore tried to relax my ass-hole and as I did, the thing slipped past my sphincter and began sliding into my body. In the mirror, I could see what she was doing and before she reached the part that necked down, she stopped and began easing it out. She slid it in and out a few times to be sure all was lubricated and then pushed it all the way in until I felt the small section at my ass and it suddenly slipped in against my butt. Gwen then pulled it slightly out and twisted it first to the left and then to the right before settling it in place. I could feel my butt spasm as it tried to expel it, but Gwen held it in place until the spasms stopped. To be sure it stayed put, she took some surgical tape and sealed it against my ass holding the plug tightly in place. "Now isn't that fun gurl? Soon you will not be able to imagine being without it. But for now, we will help you keep your friend where it should be. Now that your lips are done, let's put something in there to keep you interested." Once again the plug was seated into my mouth, and once again I was powerless to object. My legs were then removed from the supports and I was again flat on the table. Mistress Samantha selected a pair of devices that looked like long U shaped braces and made some adjustments on each before she looked at me and said, "these are high heel trainers. In time you will be using the six inch setting or higher, but for now, we will start with four inch heels. Once on, your arches will be flexed as if you were standing in four inch heels, but unlike shoes, you will not be able to relax or bend your foot to relieve the tension. In time, your legs and feet will adjust to the constant position and you will find it totally natural to stand for extended time in high heels. Now the drawback is that the longer we use this device, the less you will be able to go back to standing on flat surfaces. You will find it only possible to be comfortable in heels. If you try to fight them, you will cause your legs to cramp and it can be very painful. These trainers will not give at all and in time, you will be bent to a high arch whether you like it or not. Now Gwen, watch how I do this since you will do the one leg while I do the other. "First fit the toe into the strap and under the alignment bar, then flex the foot so that the next bar is against the arch. You see how it makes the toe sit flat and at an angle to the arch causing the arch to flex even more. We now take the leg attachment and pull it into position flexing the arch a little more until these two bars are lying next to the leg. Attach the straps to hold it in position and the foot is positioned as if in high heels. Now these were not all that high, but we want our gurl here to get used to them before we move up to six inches a little later." My feet were pulled into a tight arch and I could only image what it would be like if they had been set any higher. I was willing myself to relax so that my leg did not cramp. "Now gurl, this is a little muscle relaxer to help you not cramp." She was showing me a hypodermic with an amber liquid in it. "Would you like this to help you? If so, blink twice very quickly." I really didn't think very long and blinked twice to have her give it to me. Seconds later she applied a little alcohol to my thigh and injected my leg. At first I didn't notice a thing. But then these things can beer very subtle. "It's time to tenderize you a little. So we are going to make sure we have your undivided attention for this part." As Mistress said this, she attached two ropes to the loops on the toes of the high heel trainer supporting my legs as the table under them dropped away and was detached. It did not matter, I could no longer voluntarily move my legs anyway. Apparently the muscle relaxer was working well. Gwen had brought several two gallon plastic buckets filled with a pink powder and an equal number of buckets of warm water over to where I was still strapped to the table. "This is alginate and is used to make molds like dental molds. It will fill in every little crevice and give us a very accurate impression, as you might imagine. It also is the base of your mummification so when we are done, you will be sealed in. now just relax, I doubt you can do otherwise as we get you sealed up! Gwen, you will do one side as I do the other. We must work quickly since this will set in about eight minutes once we start. It all depends on the temperature of the water. Only work one bucket at a time, so we don't spoil any. Understand?" Gwen nodded. Mistress poured the water into one of the buckets and mixed it with a power paint mixer and once satisfied that there were on lumps and it was smooth, began applying it directly to my leg. Gwen was now mixing even as Mistress was smoothing it up my shin. It took very little time for her to cover my foot and fill in the gaps created by the high heel trainer and then cover my leg to my thigh. The alginate was so thick that it stuck to the underside of my leg as well and I was fully covered in the stuff. Gwen was just behind her on the other leg and soon they were at my crotch. I expected them to cover this as well but instead they carefully spread the alginate around my cock and balls so that none touched and they were framed by the pink goo. Mistress then tilted the table up so I was now standing on my toes in the restraints. Between the restraints and the alginate encasing my legs, I could not flex them and was therefore standing with my upper body strapped to the table and my lower free. That was when I realized what the odd fitting on the plug was that now rested in my ass. Gwen attached a rod to the base of the plug and set it in a receptacle on the base I was standing on and in short order, I was standing on a tripod base, my two legs rigidly held and the plug/rod in my ass. Mistress then attached a head harness to me and, taking one of the chains that had previously been used on my feet, attached the harness to the hoist which held my in a standing position. With that done, they unstrapped me from the table and moved it back out of the way. This permitted Gwenn to finish sealing my ass in the alginate, forcing the goop between my butt cheeks and smoothing it over my ass until I was covered from the waist down. Another two buckets were prepared and Mistress and Gwen started covering my upper body. Gwen worked on my back and Mistress Samantha was spreading it over my stomach. As she got closer to my breasts, she changed direction and encased my arms and hands. It was at this point I realized just how sticky this stuff was. As she coated my fingers and hand, I realized that I was losing the ability to move or separate my fingers. Once both arms were covered, she positioned my arms so that they lay against my belly and framed my breasts. After making sure there were no gaps in the material, they were once again out of alginate. I assumed they would finish the job, but to my surprise, Mistress removed the latex gloves she was wearing and once again went to the cart to get some new element of torment for me. When she returned, she attached a circular electrode pad around each nipple leaving the nipples exposed in the center. Next she spread a clear gel on each breast and then attached a large clear hemisphere over them. There was a clear hose attached to each and these were combined into a common hose that went to a vacuum pump. She pumped the device several times pulling my breasts up into the spheres. I watched as she attached a few more small wires to the spheres realizing that on the inside of the breast pump spheres were additional electrodes. I could feel my loose skin being sucked into the spheres and slowly stretched. I also realized that there was a lot of room in those globes for more of my breasts. Mistress must have been reading my mind since she pumped the device several more times pulling more of my loos skin into the globes before she decided she was done. Now the last bucket was mixed and Mistress took great pleasure and ceremony in covering the breast devices and sealing the final part of my body from the base of my neck to my toes. I knew that once set, the alginate would make the vacuum seal on the breast pump and there would be no relief from the constant pull. Looking in the mirror opposite me, I saw a body, roughly feminine in appearance with large breasts a bit of a waist and a feminized face. Ten minutes later, everything was set and I really was sealed up. Mistress Samantha brought over another bucket of warm water and plaster impregnated bandages, many rolls of them. My god! She intended to really mummify me. I could not move, talk or argue. I truly was at her mercy and I was not sure she had any for me. This was what I had agreed to. I would think for the first of many times that I should be a little more careful about what I say I want. She began at my shoulders . She would take a roll, soak it in the water, and when she felt it was wet through, she would unwrap it against my covered body, smoothing the edges together for a finished look. The first rolls went over my shoulders and crossed between my breasts, then around my back. She then worked her way down my shoulders sealing my arms against my body but forming the plaster around the breast form to enhance the appearance. With my upper torso done, she wrapped the bandages down my belly until she again reached my crotch. Like the alginate, she avoided that region forming the plaster outer coating so that it covered the alginate but only that. Once my ass was covered in plaster bandage, she continued down my legs while Gwen started at my shoulders again. When they were done, I was covered in two layers of alginate and two layers of plaster. I could feel the heat building as the plaster cooked off and set. In another twenty minutes, I truly was rigidly encased and had no hope of moving. I realized that the muscle relaxer was going to make a great deal of difference in my comfort as my legs started to get sore and fatigued by the constant high heel posture. With the plaster set, the table I had been on was replaced and, after the rod attached to the plug in my ass was detached, I was again returned to a horizontal position on my back. I felt very detached from my world since I could not feel anything. Sensation was becoming a craving. When my legs were again supported by the lower table, she looked into my eyes and asked me if I had ever experienced a urethral sounding. I had read about it, but had no idea what it was like or why anyone would want to experience that sort of thing. Of course in my current position, I was in no way going to be able to stop it. "First I think we will need to drain you and begin lubricating your system". With that, she began opening a package and laying it out so that I could see it. It consisted of a vinyl bag, surgical tube, sterile lube, sterilizing alcohol, and a pair of latex gloves. When I had been in the hospital, I had seen one of these kits and so knew it to be a catheter set. On the package was marked the size 12 and I suspected this was fairly large by the size of the tube that I knew would soon be snaking into my cock. After putting on the surgical gloves, Mistress opened the alcohol wipe and ran it over my cock tip several times even into the pee hole. That burned a bit, but I was also responding to her physical touch. She then took the KY sterile lube and applied it to the tip of the tube which had a rigid section. This she rubbed slowly along and into the tip of my cock making sure to get the lube in the hole. She connected the other end of the tube to clear plastic one that was inserted into the bag and then began slowly inserting the lubricated end into my cock. The feeling is hard to describe, somewhere between itch, burn, pleasure and pain. I could feel it move into my body and I was completely powerless to do anything about it at all. More and more of the tube disappeared into me until I felt some resistance deep inside my body. I was semi-erect and clearly (at least as far as Mistress was concerned) excited about the whole thing. She had reached my prostate and with a little more pressure, she was past that and into my bladder. The urge to pee was beyond stopping and yet I could do nothing. She moved the thing a little further in and released the clamp and I suddenly was peeing with no control. I could see the fluid fill the clear tube and then the bag. She continued to drain my bladder until she saw nothing more coming out. She reached over to the computer next to the table and after entering some commands, the plug in my ass came to life! I would have jumped if I could have moved at all. The vibration was right against my prostate and a little more pee came out the tube and then stopped. Mistress slowly removed the catheter and just before she reached the end, began fucking my pee hole with it. It was maddening and I was getting excited to boot. She could feel the reaction in my cock as she worked it in and out. Before anything could happen however, she removed it completely and I was left again unsatisfied. I would learn over the time I was to be with her and Gwen, that would be more normal than not. I was beginning to realize that I really was not in control of anything. That is what I had wanted, now it was what I had. "Well now it is time to find out what you are made of" Mi"stress said somewhat ominously. With that she unfolded a black cloth bag which contained a set of rods. I could see that they were different diameters and the pockets they were in showed sizes from 8mm to 18mm. She also retrieved a tube of KY sterile lube and set that next to the rods. "Have you any idea what these are holly gurl?" It was the first time she had used my name since I had arrived! "I think I will start at 10mm since you have already had a 12mm in place, this will give you some idea of what is in store for you." She selected one of the rods which had a slightly angled section at each end and lubricated it with the KY. She then used the lubricated end to tease my pee hole. As she held my cock with one hand, she ran the rod over and through the tip dipping the end into the hole. I was struggling inside the cocoon she had encased me in, unable to move, but trying to buck the thing out of her hands. Sweat was building on my forehead and I was becoming more excited by the second. Suddenly she plunged the rod into my urethra slid it down to the point it began to bend. She rotated it about stretching the hole as she did. She then withdrew it and slid it in again sliding it further and further into my cock. To emphasize what was happening, she would periodically rotate it and I could feel it deep within me. I was breathing hard, sweating and reaching a point of pain and pleasure I had never before experienced when she decided to withdraw the rod and then waited a few moments. My breathing slowed and I again gained control of myself, but my heart rate was definitely up and I was still very excited. Mistress slid it all the was in one more time and then again removed it to pick up another rod. This one turned out to be a 12mm and it was clear now to me that she was slowly expanding the urethra. She did the very same thing she had done before with the smaller rod and I was nearly out of my mind when she again stopped and waited before selecting the next larger 14mm rod. Her process was slow and deliberate and took forever before she had reached the largest 18mm rod. Inside my brain and body I was out of control and now in desperate need of relief and release. That was not going to happen though as long as I was trapped in the cocoon. Mistress was an expert at orgasm denial and I was her current subject/victim. I know that if I had been free I would have been thrashing about trying to force the orgasm I was not getting. Mistress handed Gwen the package of rods when she removed the 18mm from my body and Gwen placed them in the sanitizer sterilizer returning with another wrapped package. Mistress opened this package to reveal another set of rods, these were straight with an egg shaped end and a wire on the opposite end. I was grunting and all but screaming into the gag in my mouth. I could take no more of this torture. Mistress Samantha had other plans and did not care what I could or could not take. She took a band out of the package and wrapped it around the base of my cock behind my balls. It was tight and I could feel my pulse in my member as a result. To this band she attached a lead from the device which had been sitting on the table next to her the whole time. She turned it on and made some adjustments to the front panel. Nothing appeared to happen. She was now sitting next to the table I was strapped to and what I could not see was that her foot was resting on a peddle switch. She then took one of the new probes and connected the lead to it as well and lubricated the bulb at the end. As she had done with the angled rods, she teased the tip of my cock and then slipped the bulb into the hole. It was a similar and yet dissimilar feeling as my urethra closed about the back of the bulb. She slid it down my passage and played again the fucking game, only this time I could feel the movement far more intensely than I had with the rod alone. The length of the probe was longer than the previous rods and soon she was very deep within my body. It was at this point she stepped on the floor peddle and a mild electric pulse began within my body. I would have jumped off the table if I could have, as it was, I think I cracked the plaster cocoon holding me tightly. The pulses were passing through my prostate and the intense stimulation was beyond my ability to resist. I felt myself begin to climb to orgasm and in the back of my mind I was relieved that I would finally get the release I needed. But even as I moved closer to that moment of nirvana Mistress took her foot off the peddle and then a sharp and painful pulse emitted from the plug in my ass. As if a switch had been thrown, my excitement and need disappeared and I was once again a sweating heaving mass of flesh at her mercy. Gwen refilled the bag feeding the plug in my mouth and I sucked down the cool liquid. I was drained and soon to be more so. As she once again removes the probe from my body, I sigh in relief and take a long breath. I am spent, but there is so much to endure that this is just the beginning. She disconnects the probe from the control box and sets it aside only to select another, larger one. At the same time, Mistress signals Gwen to come and observe the process. Mistress has a new torture in mind and I will be the one to feel the effects. I was so into my own situation it had not occurred to me what was happening with Mistress Samantha. This time she again lubricated the larger bulb end of the rod and began the assault on my cock. I know I was trembling now and my body was spasming inside the cocoon. She could feel all this through my cock and was explaining the sensations to Gwen as if lecturing on the topic of male stimulation and arousal. Gwen seemed to be very intent on getting the whole thing and then Mistress told Gwen to take control of the rod or sound which was its proper name. Gwen began the process where Mistress had left off, but not as gently nor with the same level of expertise that Mistress had shown me. I am struggling for sanity as Gwen practices this new skill under the tutelage of Mistress Samantha. It does not take her long to gain the skill she needs to have me in a blind ragged frenzy of desire and need and I cannot move a muscle to relieve myself. This is the moment Mistress has been waiting for. She stands and removes her sodden panties and repositions the table with the head slightly down. This will have two effects, first it will help prevent the fainting that is close to happening as more of the blood rushes to my crotch, and second it will place my head and face at a level below her pussy so that she may enjoy my skills at eating pussy. Mistress has now straddled my head and her sopping wet pussy is at my lips. With practiced skill, she one hand releases the gag in my mouth as she spreads her pussy lips wide with the other. I know what I am to do, and as she settles onto my mouth and begins grinding her pussy against my lips and face, I drive my tongue deeply into that marvelous cleft. Her juices are flowing freely at this point and I can sense her pulse racing in her thighs tight against my head and ears. She begins a rocking motion even as Gwen renews her work on my cock with the infernal sound. Gwen has found the foot peddle and she is alternately pressing and releasing it in time with Mistress's movements. I do all I can to focus on Mistress Samantha's pussy and nibble and lick her as I sense her orgasm coming on. The tension in her thighs becomes head crushing and she grinds down on my mouth and nose tighter and harder. I know she is seconds away and I must hold on to see it through. Gwen is now holding the peddle down and I also am seconds away. Mistress must come first, I know this in my heart and mind. I re- double my efforts and am rewarded by Mistress suddenly gripping my head with both hands as her legs crush against me. She is coming and flooding my face. I can't breath the pussy juice is so much that I am struggling to get air. Just before I think I will pass out, she relaxes and air floods my starved lungs. Gwen had let off on the peddle and I again feel the sharp jolt in my ass. My tension is still their but my ability to come is gone. Mistress has slumped against my face and is trying to catch her breath. Gwen has removed the sound from my cock and for a moment everything is at a holding point. My face and nose are covered with Mistress's juices and I smell her sex on every inhale. I am rock hard and have been for a very long time now and have no prospect of relief in sight. Mistress reaches between her legs and caresses my cheek, her eyes are glazed over for the moment as she is coming down from her climax. It has been powerful and left her spent. As her respiration settles down, and her pulse slows, Gwen helps her to a chair next to the table I am on. "You did very well holly gurl, but don't you think you should thank Gwen for all she did for you?" The clock is ticking and I am finally returning to a calmer state. Meanwhile, Gwen had removed her panties and was preparing to assume the position Mistress was just at. First though, she gently wipes away all the sticky excess and cleaned my face. It would seem that Gwen, while she may love Mistress, did not want to mingle her pussy juices. Mistress was recovering rapidly and that had been aided by the drink she had just poured down her throat. Mistress selected another of the sounds, larger still and began attaching it to the control box. After lubricating it, she began the ritual of teasing my cock and I began to shudder in anticipation of what was about to happen. Gwen was now straddling my head and her soft, moist sex was inches away from my mouth. She arched her pelvis presenting her pussy to my lips and I began to explore this new mistress. Immediately I could both taste and smell a difference between Gwen and Mistress Samantha. Not unpleasant, just different. As I worked to tease Gwen's clitty, Mistress began to tease and torture mine. Little by little, she inserted the sound into my body and at the same time, Gwen began to rotate her pussy and drive onto my mouth and tongue. In the recesses of my mind, I realized that Gwen was already very excited as a result of all that had happened so far. She too had been frustrated with Mistress taking her pleasure first. Gwen climbed the ladder fast changing her stroke from circular to rocking. Each stroke drove her onto my mouth and nose. She was getting hotter and hotter, I had no idea a woman could be that hot. I would have sworn there was steam coming up from her pussy and it made it that much harder to breath. Mistress was now fucking my cock, having reached the bottom and on the end of the down stroke she was stepping on the peddle causing my body to writhe in pleasure-agony. She matched her stoke with Gwen's intensifying the effect. Even as I thought I might finally reach climax the probe in my ass would strike and I was again down and building. Time after time she did this until I was struggling to break free of the cocoon I was in. Gwen was using my level of excitement to build hers even higher. As with Mistress Samantha, I could feel the tension in her legs as she came close and closer to climax. Without warning, suddenly her legs wrapped around my head tightly and she drove her pussy against my mouth sealing me tightly, unable to breath. My last clear memory was her screaming in extasy as she came flooding my face and nose with her juices. Mistress was alternating with the peddle and the butt plug stim to the point that I was on the verge of passing out. I do not remember Gwen getting off me. Maybe I did pass out. When I became aware of my surroundings again, Gwen and Mistress Samantha were on either side of me. My face had been wiped clean for the moment and I was able to breath again. I was totally spent. I could form no real thought that mattered, all I wanted at the moment was to breath and rest. Mistress was playing with my cock, I felt it as a distant thing, limp and unexcited. It too was done. I do not know if I came or not, but I would find out later, I had not. At the critical moment, as Gwen was covering my face, Mistress had held the probe in place standing on the peddle at the same time pulsing the butt plug at full power. When it appeared I was going to get to orgasm anyway, she had turned off the probe and my ass, on fire, had done the rest to stop the climax. I could not talk, it took me a few moments to realize the gag was once again in my mouth. I looked up at the bag and it was again full and I sucked on the penis gag to fill my mouth with water. At least I thought it was water, but it didn't matter I was so very tired and thirsty, I drank what was offered. "You did well holly gurl. Perhaps in time you will get a reward after all. For now though, we have a lot of training to do, don't we Gwen?" Gwen nodded. I began to realize that she rarely said anything. I wondered what was going on between them, but I had other problems at the moment. "We have things to do now, and you have things to learn." Mistress took a pair of ear buds and inserted them into my ears sealing the outer ear with some kind of soft putty. I realized that I could not really hear a thing through my ears at all now. With thatdone, Mistress began constructing a box around my head. She started at my neck and attached the base to the table I was on. Next came the sides and top piece. Finally, she placed the cover on sealing me inside it. As the cover was coming down, I could see several flat panel screens attached to it. I was in a very private little theater. At first, everything was dark and silent. Then I began to hear music, faint but really there. Then the screens came to life. There were bizarre images on the screens changing in tempo with the music. Men being transformed to women, women making love to other women, every perversion or porno movie move you could imagine was playing out before my eyes. In the recess of my brain I was telling myself don't watch, she is brainwashing you, but it was compelling and so I did watch and the images became more and more bizarre and compelling. The music strident and then calming. A voice in the background telling me to be a good gurl, that I wanted to be a good gurl, that I needed to be a good gurl, that good gurls obeyed their Mistress. The messages, the music the images were relentless and compelling. As the images began to show girl on gurl stimulating each other's breasts, my breasts began to pulse. When one was butt fucking the other, the probe in my ass went off. So I passed the first day and so day one ended with me in a cocoon, rigidly held, bombarded by images of sex and pleasure as my body was stimulated at a low level all night. Well dear readers, do you want to know what happened on day two? Tell me and I will tell you.