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Be Careful What You Wish For, day 4 holly Day 4 dawned as the other days had, but in my mind, I recalled Mistress' last words to me that it would be a new beginning. I was excited as the trainer was removed from around my head and I was removed from my cocoon. So far nothing had changed, but the promise was in the air and I looked forward to the day. Once on my feet, standing in my 4inch heels, Gwen told me to turn so that she could remove my corset. This was a first, normally, I was directed to the bathroom and then the day began. Now if you have ever worn a corset for any length of time, you already know that you cannot just loosen and remove it. The sudden loss of support can be painful. Gwen knew what she was doing and while I wanted it off, she took her time loosening it in stages and allowing my body to adjust to the changes. While it took far too long for me, it was only a few more minutes as the corset finally was loose enough to be unlatched in the front. Once off my body, Gwen told me to use the toilet and then take a bath. When I was done I was to go to my room to get dressed. This was the first time anyone referred to my 'room' since till now I had thought of this place as only a sleeping chamber. It had little else but the cocoon in it to begin with. I went into the bathroom and closed the door, and settled on the toilet. It felt good to sit unencumbered by the corset. I had been in the thing for three days with little relief and wondered what it might be doing to my body. As I looked up, I saw myself in the mirror opposite the toilet. An odd place to be sure, but it did afford me a chance to see the changes so far. The marks from the corset were on my body showing a regular pattern of lines which only served to emphasize my figure changes. I could see that I was thinner as well. But then, I hadn't really eaten anything for three days. As my bladder emptied, I reached for the tissue and began to wipe myself not even giving a second thought to this most basic of feminine acts. There was no alternative to be sure given the pussy mask on my crotch, but still it was a basic thing. I then rose and brushed my teeth. As I did so, I was able to see my face in the mirror. I still had on the makeup that was applied the first day. I looked at it critically to see just what was there and noted that my eyes were well outlined and emphasized as were my lips, with my skin having a gentle and clear tone. As I looked, it almost appeared as if I was wearing no makeup. I could see a little color on my eyelids, but that was about all. I turned and again looked in the mirror opposite the toilet. I was thinner for sure. I could also see the beginnings of a figure which was definitely not male. As I looked closer, I could see my small breasts. There was no doubt there were breasts there. They were round and my nipples stood out. I cupped them and could feel substance beneath my skin. These were real, albeit very small. As I touched one of my nipples, the tingle it sent to my crotch was unmistakable. The feeling was wonderful. How could there be so much change in so little time? Was it permanent? Did I really care if it was? I looked down at my legs and noted with a little satisfaction how good they looked in the heels. My calves and thighs were well formed and clearly in good condition. Well that was not bad news. Enough, I needed to get my bath in before I lost that opportunity. I was sure that Gwen would not leave me forever and I really wanted to get cleaned up. I stepped out of my high heel mules and stepped into the hot tub which was filled with fragrant bubbles. I had used the liquids that were on the side of the tub marked for me and was settling into the hot warmth as the bubbles first covered my hips and then my breasts. This was a very nice deep tub. Now beyond the prying eyes that I was certain were watching, I again explored my new body. My breasts and nipples were very sensitive and reactive. I liked that and wondered what would happen next. As I crept down my body, I also wondered what had been done to my sex. As my fingers found the fold that was my new 'pussy' I tried to slip one finger into the opening. It was very tight and did not allow access. I could not feel the activity other than a general pressure, but knew there was some more to find out. As I picked at the edge of the 'pussy mask' I realized it had to be glued in place since it tugged at my skin. Well that was not coming of any time soon. The warmth of the tub and the peace it represented took me and I lay back to enjoy the respite. I could learn to like this part. I continued to drift until I became aware that the water had cooled noticeably. It was not cold, just not hot. I decided it was time and carefully stood up washing away the bubbles that were clinging to my body. I carefully stepped out and dried off with a pair of soft double terry towels. My legs began hurting and I realized I needed my heeled mules and so stepped back into them. Selecting the larger of the two towels, I wrapped it about my body covering my breasts and tucking in the ends in a more ladylike way, then turned to the door. It was not there. I was a little disoriented, but I was certain I had entered from across the sink and there was no door there. I stopped for a moment, and looked about seeing the doorknob across from where I had been standing. That could not be right, yet there it was. Turning it slowly, I opened the door onto a new room, not the one I had left! I stepped through the door into a bright and airy bedroom. It was dominated by a four-post bed, elevated off the floor and flanked by end tables with lamps on each. There was also a vanity and dresser on either wall, and another pair of doors, one, I assumed was a way out and the other a closet. So this was to be 'my room'. It was nice and, unlike all the stories I had read, overly feminine. In fact it was so nicely understated, it screamed good taste and decorum. The colors were mostly white, a bit of lace and reds and pinks, but not oppressively so. It seemed right to me. As I stood there taking it all in, I noticed the three way mirror in one of the corners and realized I had been looking at myself as I stood in the center of the room. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to see what was in the dresser and vanity. I started with the dresser which was as tall as my shoulders and beginning at the top drawer set of three across, began investigating them. As expected, I found scarves, panties and stockings in the upper drawers followed by a drawer filled with, what looked to be leggings and girdles or corsets, then other body wear. Sweaters and the like were in the bottom. So I had to wonder were the casual outerwear was. The vanity was also well equipped with makeup, nail polish and hair care items. On the top was a combo mirror that was lighted and went with the full size mirror that was part of the vanity. I was heading to one of the doors when it opened and in walked a lovely woman, well dressed and impeccably made up. She looked at me, smiled and then entered closing the door behind her. "I am Heather, your hygiene and body trainer. I am also here to help you dress for the day. I know you have questions and Mistress Samantha has indicated that I may answer some of them. But first we must teach you how to keep yourself clean in and out. Up till now others have tended to your needs, it is now time for you to learn. We will return to the bathroom." She indicated the direction and waited for me to move towards the door. When we were in the bathroom, she immediately went to the vanity and removed a kit from below and placed it on the sink. "this is a douche kit and is used to clean yourself inside. You have not had to worry about this in the past, but every gurl needs to know how to remain fresh and clean otherwise you will not like the results. In a very short time, you will find a rather unpleasant smell and then the chance of infection. I think we can agree that would not be good. " I simply nodded. " now first you will need to prepare the cleaning fluid. To do so you will empty one of these packets into the mixing jar, then add warm water. Not hot, warm and you will find you do not want cold! Close the lid of the jar and shake to make sure it is well mixed. Put this into the bulb of the kit and attach the applicator nozzle and sit on the toilet. You could also sit or lay on your bed, once you get more practiced. You definitely don't want this all over your sheets." As she spoke, she executed the steps so that I could see what she was doing. Then she told me to sit so that she could insert and flush my 'pussy'. It is embarrassing enough having a woman this close and intimate but under the circumstances I was both embarrassed and excited. She lubricated the nozzle with a touch of KY and then gently inserted it into my pussy hole. Once in, she pressed firmly on the bulb and I felt the liquid flow into my cavity. This was a very odd sensation since I had never experienced anything like it even with the enema. As she withdrew it , I felt and saw a trickle of liquid drip out. The expression on my face must have indicated to me how I t made me feel. In a second, I recalled the machine rape of the previous day, as much as the general revulsion of being un-clean. "It will be all right for you. I understand, but believe me when I tell you, it will be all right, dear gurl." "How can you know what it feels like? How can you understand?" I began to collapse into tears. "holly, not long ago, I was you. I know. . . . I know." And then she hugged me and the tears flowed. In retrospect, I don't remember if they were tears of joy that it will be better. That I could become this beautiful woman, tears of sadness that I have lost a piece of myself, and was adrift. The moment was short, and I was again back in the moment. "holly, this is the hard part, but you need to try and squeeze your legs and core to push the liquid out. I will also push. Don't worry about getting it all out, you can't, and it has both a disinfectant and deodorant so you will feel and be fresh." With that, she pushed hard on my front and I heard the fluid drop into the pot. She worked rhythmically a few moments and then, as she got up, she told me to clean and dry myself and join her back in my room. I did as instructed and, looking in the mirror, felt so embarrassed. I was blushing and still a little disheveled. I got in touch with myself and let the blush fade before leaving the bathroom and entering the bedroom. Heather seemed to know my mood and again told me not to worry. I was beginning to realize that there was a lot more to being a gurl than I had thought. It certainly was more than cloths and breasts. Heather had laid some things out for me on the bed, which I knew I was expected to wear. Nothing there was unexpected. There were the panties that were bikini style, a matching bra and dark smoke hose. To my unhappiness, there was also the corset, and of course, the heels. Heather started with the corset. She led me over to a bar suspended from the ceiling (I hadn't seen it before) and had me grab on. In this position I was stretched out and I knew better than to either complain or let go. She wrapped the corset around my body and immediately I could see it was different than the one(s) I had worn before. For starters, it had style. The black leather was accented by white piping along the major seams and top and bottom. Also this one had garters, six in all, around the bottom. Finally, this corset had several lacing points beside the back. There were shaping panels on each of the four quarter panels. Heather started with the back and drew it in tightly closing the panels together. I had gotten used to the constriction and to be sure, when it is a well fitted corset, this is not as bad as you might think. Then she started on the rear quarter panels. Alternating one to the other until she was satisfied that she had achieved the shaping she wanted. I remembered the front quarter panel and thought to myself that there was no more slack to take up, with all the others tight. I was wrong. As with the rear quarter panels, Heather alternated between the two front quarter panels tightening and shaping my body until she was satisfied. As I stood holding the bar, she gently pulled my breasts clear of the top of the corset allowing the excess flesh to sit on the curved edge adding the illusion of cleavage. This Gurl had some serious strength and I was tied in well when she was done. Still holding the bar, she had me lift one leg at a time to roll the smoke hose up my legs. She smoothed these into position and then attached the garters from the corset. My crotch was now framed by the combination of corset and hose even as my breasts accentuated by the shape of the corset. Again I was told to lift my legs one at a time as the black lace bikini panties were slipped on and then pulled up tightly in position. The last thing to do was step into the heels and then I was told to release the bar. As I did, the relaxed flesh showed even more cleavage and I began to believe it was possible to make a real transition in the few days I had with Mistress. She then took the black lace matching bra and pulled this over the top of the corset allowing the cups to frame and hold my budding breasts. I was more dressed than I had been in days and still felt incomplete without the final covering. This was to be provided by the black and white dress that Heather was now pulling over my head. "you are to serve and aid the cook this morning. You will be dressed accordingly and if Mistress desires, your duties may change later in the day. In the meantime, you are to learn all you can about service. That is Mistress' order." OK, so I was to be a maid today. A little clich? I thought, but then what could I expect. Heather then had me sit at the vanity and as she applied my make up, explained each step so that I would be able to do it in the future. This Gurl, was my first real instructor, and I knew that I would have to be very good or suffer accordingly. She began with the foundation having selectively applied a concealer to even my complexion. "how is it that I am not showing any facial hair, or for that matter, any stubble anywhere on my body, Heather?" "As you have directed, we have applied a hair suppressive to your skin to prevent growth during your time with us. As you can see, it is very effective, there should be no need to worry for many days, maybe even weeks." "Is it permanent?" "not yet. That day may come, but not without warning. Even as the makeup you wear now. Now gurl, we must get finished." Since I already had some semi-permanent makeup on, her choice was to go with a subtle day look. Using the base already applied to my eyes to frame them, Heather applied a light coat of green to my lids and then applied a green based mascara to my eyes. I watched as each application extended the transformation into a very feminine appearance. Earrings were then added and my hair brushed and braided to keep it out of my eyes and, presumably, the food. I still had no idea what time it was, nor did it matter. Heather led me to the dining area where I and another gurl were told how to serve breakfast. The meal took nearly an hour and we were constantly on our feet and busy. When it was done, the pile of dishes waiting for us, as well as the cooking implements, meant another hour. At the end, with all put away, I was again retrieved by Heather and taken to a side room with another vanity, much like the one in my room. When I looked in the mirror, the reason was obvious. "now we find out how well you paid attention this morning. You will 'fix' your makeup before we go to the next assignment." "am I permitted to ask questions?" "yes you may." "should I start over, or try to repair?" "that is a good question and one that is easily answered. Look closely at your makeup. When you do, you will see that most is actually ok, but that part that needs correction is making the total look bad." As she spoke, I did as she suggested. She was right, only my foundation and lipstick 'needed' to be corrected. My eyes and the little detail was still good. "use the blotter to remove the damaged makeup without rubbing. If you rub, you will smear everything and have to start over and you do not have the time to do this." I did as instructed and soon had the clumps removed and the sweat also cleaned up. "your concealer is still good, so re-apply the powder base and blush and then redo the lipstick." Selecting the powder brush and applied the foundation powder as Heather had shown me and soon was again restored to an even look. I refreshed my lipstick and we were off to the next chore. "Heather, how is it that there are so many people here? Mistress must have a hundred people working for her." "Such things are not your concern. Mistress has whoever she needs and that is all that matters." It was the first time I had heard tone from Heather. Apparently, I had touched on something I should not have. We continued to walk down the hall until we reached the stone steps I had taken the day before. Not again! Heather did not hesitate, but started down the steps. I had no choice but to follow, my fear and dread building with each step down into the abyss that was the sub-dungeon. When we reached the next level, I had no idea how many levels there were, Heather headed for the doors at the end of the hall as before. But this time she stopped short of the one I had entered the last time. Thank the gods, I was not going back in THAT room. We entered a room and it was dominated by a strongly built chair with a light over it. As I approached the chair, I could see that it had the plug in the center which seemed to be a part of every chair in this place. The arms also had straps as did the back, seat and legs. Well no imagination was required here. Whoever sat in that chair was going nowhere until they were released. Waiting next to the chair was another woman dressed simply in a pale green dress and white hose. She reminded me of a nurse, but did not have the hat or other typical things like stethoscope or other equipment. Still the look of a nurse was unmistakable. "You are here to continue your development, holly. But first I must ask a couple of questions and I will tell you now, do not lie to me!" her voice was menacingly soft, almost scary soft." "yes Ma'am." "you have told us that you want to experience breasts, is that still your desire?" The directness of the question was un-nerving. "speak up, gurl" "yes Ma'am" In my mind, I was recalling that they would not do anything permanent. That meant they would not do implants or anything that could not be undone. What did she have in mind. That was it, mind games. It had to be. This menacing woman in this dungeon with the scary chair. This had to be a mind game. I was getting clearer now. But in the back recess of my thoughts, I did want breasts, I wanted to feel the weight and bounce. To be able to experience the deep sensations and sensual nature. I wondered what it would be like to have someone really sucking on real breasts and they were mine. Yes, I did want to experience breasts after all. "are you sure? I will tell you that there is not enough time for you to have breasts and not enough time to recover from implants." She looked at me with a calm and indifference that was frightening and waited for my response. "Yes, Ma'am, but not implants. I wanted to feel what real breasts and the sensations they could create would be like." My heart was pounding in my chest now. I was coming face to face with who I wanted to be, and where I had questioned the possible, it was coming to pass in front of me. "It is possible to experience more than you can imagine. This is your choice, no one will make it for you. If it is your desire, then you must sit down now. You will need to remove your panties first. If not, turn and Heather will take you away." Her eyes did not betray a single emotion or indication of what might happen. I licked my lips tasting the lipstick I had applied only minutes before. I was a gurl. I knew that now, but just what a gurl was, I still needed to learn. I did not know what to expect, but then one never does at the edge of the precipice. I looked at the chair, and I looked at my soul. The chair was easier to understand. The panties had to come off in order to allow the plug to enter my ass, that was clear. After that, I had no real idea what would happen. In my soul, I felt more questions than answers. This was a way to an answer. I knew that clearly, the only question was if I was prepared to ask the question. Robotically, I moved to the chair. I reached under my dress and pulled my panties down, and then off. I looked at the chair and realized that the plug was not that large and it glistened with the unmistakable sheen of lubricant. This was not for punishment after all. As I turned to sit, I began to smooth my short dress and realized that this made no sense since I was about to impale myself on the plug. I looked again, thought a moment and pulled the dress over my head to keep it from getting wrinkled and damaged. Both Heather and the other woman nodded approvingly and took the dress from me as I settled onto the plug. It was well lubricated and with the practice I had had in the past several days, was no problem for me to take it inside me. I was holding the arm rests as each of the women on either side of me, strapped my arms to the rests. My heart was again pounding in my chest. I should fear for a heart attack. In my mind I wondered how long I could keep up this rate before there were problems. The other woman, I'll just call her Nurse, since that is what she reminded me of, came over now with a glass of water and a straw. Of course there was a straw, I could not be expected to hold the glass with my arms strapped down. "holly, as I told you, there is no real way to give you breasts overnight that you will be able to appreciate immediately. The fact is that they do not happen overnight no matter how many stories you read or how much you want it to be that way. But, and this is true, it is possible to intensify your feelings and to start a process that will give you growth and the pleasure you seek. But like all things important, you must decide for yourself. We will only make the opportunity available, you need to seize it if you dare. In this glass is water which you need, as well as a cocktail of hormones which will stimulate response in your breasts and increase your body's ability to develop milk ducts and glands. That will cause your breasts to be more sensitive and grow. Not overnight, but the response improvement will be very fast. Of course, you must decide to drink." I looked at the glass and wondered, 'what would it be like to feel real breasts? What would it be like to actually be able to produce milk?' My mind was going a thousand miles an hour and I could only look at the glass. 'there is nothing permanent in anything that will happen for the next 10 days' Really? I wonder? But still, it is the single most exciting thing for me to have. A chance at real breasts, or at least the feeling of real breasts. I was being re-made. No longer a boy, not yet a girl, I am a gurl, a remade boy. It seemed like an easy step, just reach out and they will give me the water and the chance to experience real ecstasy. My inner voice was telling me it was time to take this step. 'be a good gurl' 'submerge yourself in the estrogen and feelings.' 'it will be ok, you are a gurl, a good gurl' the voice was strident and insistent. I knew I was running out of time, I had to decide. It was only once, it would be OK and it was not permanent. "I would like a drink of water Ma'am, please." Before I could change my mind, the straw was in my mouth and I was drinking as fast as I could. It would be decided in seconds now. I was 'all in' and ready to try the next step. The glass was empty and the slurping sound alerted all of us to that fact. "not very ladylike holly, but I think we can understand the need and urgency. Do not expect to feel suddenly different dear. These things do take a little time. But you are on your way" The 'nurse' then removed my bra by first releasing the back clasps and then the sholder straps. With it off, I could see the 'cleavage' I had and wondered again what it would be like to have real breasts. "open your mouth, holly." Again I feared I was to have a dildo shoved into my mouth, but I was in now and had to follow their direction. As I did so, they positioned a device in front of me and on the platform was a large soft looking breast with a large nipple. "I want you to focus your attention on this breast and suck the milk out, just as you hope someday that someone will suck on your breasts and drink your milk. Feel the softness, smell the sweetness. You are a baby emerging into a new life." As the nipple touched my lips I opened my mouth to allow it to enter and closed over the nipple to suck. It was harder than I thought it would be. I began to concentrate and try harder and finally got a little liquid in my mouth. As I continued to suck, they moved a device in front of my chair and extended two large suction cups to my breasts. In the center of each was a special device that mimicked the action of a sucking tongue. After teasing my nipple to erect firmness, they latched the center device on to my breast. Then she spread a cream over the exposed part of the remaining breast before attaching the larger cup to the remaining part of my breasts. It was a suction in a suction and as soon as the inner device started, I felt an electric excitement into my pussy. I had never felt anything like it. Even the breast suction of the first days were nothing like this. Headphones were then placed over my ears and I could hear the music that relaxed my worries. They were brain washing me, I was sure of it, but then there was nothing in the music and the events so far had me convinced I was still in control of my own mind. I had made the choices, not them. My world continued to shrink as I concentrated more and more on the breast in my mouth and the feeling of the breast pumps on my chest. I was not aware of when it happened, but I became aware that I was immersed in a sea of images and music. They must have put the trainer around my head, but it felt so good and seemed so peaceful, who really cared. I became aware that my body was undulating on the chair driving the plug in and around my ass even as the breast pump was pulling and sucking on my breasts. It was so different from the first days. It was more than suction, it was the gentle movement of the tongue pulling on my nipples milking my nascent breasts. There was no milk in them, yet, but the machine never got tired and I could enjoy the process. My very core tingled as I sucked on the breast in my mouth even as the machine sucked on mine. With the passing time, my crotch got hotter and hotter, but it was not the same sexual thing as before. I was excited, but it was through my breasts not my pussy. Some time later, I became aware of the world again as the trainer about my head was removed. My mouth was tired and a little sore from the hard sucking I had been doing at the breast. Even as a mother removes her teat from a child, so was mine removed from the breast. The breast pumps were detached from my chest and I was again in the 'real' world. I looked down at my chest and could easily believe that my tits were larger, more full. I knew that the constant suction would pull the loose skin and fats into the area and so, to a slight extent, they probably were a little larger. When my arms were unstrapped from the chair, I looked down at my hands, attracted by the sudden flash of color and was shocked to see that my fingers now showed painted nails. When had that happened? I could not recall my nails being done, but there was no mistaking the fact that they were now a deep purple red. They also appeared a bit longer, but that I would not know for sure without looking more closely. The two ladies said nothing nor did they indicate anything was amiss. I was helped up off the plug and led by Heather through a door to another bathroom/vanity. For all I knew, this was the same one I had been in previously, but my memory of the layout of the place, the turns I had made and even the color of the previous room were all gone. "you have a few minutes to yourself to get back in order. Your dress and panties are hanging over there (she indicated a hook with both on it). I will check on you shortly, but do not take too much time, we have places to be." With that she departed out the door we had entered by. I took advantage of the toilet realizing that these opportunities were few and far between and then looked critically at myself. With the corset and lingerie I was wearing, there was clearly a change to my shape. I knew I was thinner than when I entered, but I also had some curves now. As I started from my toes to my head I examined each change and noted with a little satisfaction that I could likely pass now where before I was only a joke. How they had made such changes in only 4 days was beyond me, but then I still had time ahead and wondered when it was all over, how much I would have changed. I again looked at my hands a bit more critically now. The nails had been trimmed and shaped, but appeared to be mine. I had not recalled having long nails, but then there were lots of things I had not focused on in the past. With my breasts beginning to develop, I really wanted a bra right now to prevent them from falling. As I looked about the bathroom, I noticed next to where the dress hung that there was dome kind of garment that, upon closer inspection, was a form of bra. I put it on and in seconds felt the gently suction begin as the domes that were the breast cups drew suction on my forming flesh. I finished dressing and freshened my make up again before exiting the bathroom. She was waiting outside and began leading me to my next assignment when I tried to ask where we were going. "you have been told too many times not to speak unless spoken to, have you not? Since you persist on not following simple instructions, I have something to help you remember." With that she forced a gag into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. 'You have several things left to do before tonight. I suggest that you learn to do them quietly." As we entered the door at the midpoint on the hall, we were again in the cafeteria and I could see that it had several such doors along its walls. Apparently this was a common point and there were more than one way in or out. I was again serving and cleaning, but this time without my own relief. It seemed to take forever especially in the heels and being unable to speak was very unpleasant. As the room emptied out, I was taken aside and a tube was hooked into my gag. Of course, they had a way to fill me without removing the gag. I watch in a state between excitement and horror as the thick white liquid was poured into the large syringe that was then attached to the tub and forced into my mouth. Because of the gag, I did not taste it, but was aware of the thick creamy nature of the goo. An hour later, I had finished cleaning and was again being escorted to another place. I was getting used to the heels, that was the only positive I could find at the moment. I was again in the exercise room and there was that damned treadmill again. I was told to remove all of my clothing and hang it up while they got the equipment ready. I was here for exercise and a massage, they said. Well that can't be all bad. I could really use the massage. I carefully removed my clothing down to the corset, hose and shoes and waited for my escort to unlace the corset so that it could be also removed. "you have had the corset on for some time, so I will only loosen it so that you can adjust to the change in support. If I release it suddenly, it will cause you great distress. When I finish, then release the latches on your shoes. When you are ready, remove your shoes and hose and I will then release the clasps on the corset." As she did so, I could feel a tremendous relief as the corset slackened and I tried to take a breath. The surge was a bit of a surprise. I knew that there was still very little slack in the laces and yet it felt like all the support suddenly was gone. With my shoes released, I was able to release the garter tabs on my corset and let the hose down. The steady effort was having the desired effect and I was getting used to the corset being released. With my hose and shoes off, she finally loosened the corset to the point that the front busk could be unlatched and I was free of the garment. Now completely naked, a state that had been rare for me in the past four days, I had the sensation of tightness throughout my midsection and my calves were hurting now that I was attempting to stand flat on the ground. I could not do so and so was standing on my toes to relieve the strain in my legs. She noted this and gave me slippers with heels to wear and relieve my legs. In such a short time I had adjusted to the heels to the point that I could not even stand up without them! I was then told to stand by the treadmill and wait. I had no problem walking even to the point of swaying my small butt as I did so. Next to the treadmill was a cart with two jars of some unknown cream and a latex catsuit was draped over the chair itself. "you will be wearing the catsuit for your exercise session. This will provide the necessary support until you can be properly dressed again. On the cart are two jars of body cream. One is marked 'Body' and the other is marked 'Breast'. That should be obvious even to you. You will start with the body cream and apply it to your legs up to your pussy. You will then pull on the catsuit all the way to your waist. The cream will act as a lubricant and allow the latex to slide over your body. Then one of our gurls will spread more on your back and shoulders, and you will apply more to your arms. You will then apply the breast cream to your breasts and stomach. When you are ready, the gurl and you will pull the catsuit all the way up, and close it. Do you understand?" I nodded that I did since she had not removed the gag from my mouth, and I knew better than to do it myself. The cream had a floral scent and was very thick. As I spread it on my legs, it seemed to almost disappear into my skin at first. She indicated that I would need to apply more and so I did. When liberally covered, I pulled on the legs of the catsuit and drew it up my body. It was tight and close fitting. Had I not used the cream, I know I could never have put it on. As I began to pull it over my ass, I was told to stop and to bend at the waist. I knew what was about to happen and still did so. As I stood there, catsuit bunched just under my ass, bent over, the gurl took a butt plug and lubricated it with the cream before sliding it into my ass. It was just large enough for me to feel it every time I moved, but not so large as to be painful. To my horror, I realized I was getting used to these things and even to the point, I was beginning to enjoy it. A strap was placed around my waist and then latched forming a T. the free strap was then drawn through my legs and pulled deep into my ass holding the plug in place before small cup like device was slipped onto the strap and settled into my nascent pussy, covering it and holding all in a sealed pocket. This was then latched to the waist strap and I was now sealed front and back. A small tube was connected to the pocket/pouch, the catsuit was pulled over. The purpose was obvious to me, this would catch any pee so that I did not have to be undressed. Whatever was to happen, I was going to be in this latex catsuit for some time. I then spread the breast cream on my belly and breasts and let them help me slide the latex over my torso. The feeling was very strange as the cream created a squishy boundary between my skin and the latex. As it slid over my body, it created an erotic feeling that would eventually drive me nearly out of my mind. Last thing was the addition of the heels before I was taken to the treadmill and told to step up. As I did, the machine was started and I began walking. The squishy sensation began to excite me as first it started in my thighs, then ass and finally the latex began sliding back and forth across my breasts, or more accurately, nipples. I feared I would have a climax right there on the treadmill and then collapse. It was at this point that the machine began to change speed randomly so that I had to pay attention. I was only slightly grateful since at least it meant that I would not embarrass myself right then and there. As I continued to walk, the heat inside the latex grew, first warm, then hot and I was sweating heavily. I know gurls are supposed to 'glow' not sweat, but I also knew that I was beyond glowing! I am not sure when it hit me, but suddenly, and I do mean suddenly, I needed to pee in the worst way. I could not get off the treadmill (they had bound my hands to the rails) and then I realized the device they had put in the suit and tried to relax my bladder. Dear reader, if you have not tried this before, try to pee while standing and walking! It is far harder than you think. Finally my bladder began to empty, first a trickle, then a full flow. The relief was real and I didn't care where it was going at that moment. In fact it was caught in a bottle behind me, but I did not see it or care. When I was finished, the machine ran for another several minutes and finally the women returned. When I stepped off, I looked around, but saw no tube or sample bottle filled with my pee. I was allowed to rest a moment, before I squished my way over to the massage table and was helped on. Whatever they were going to do, it would be with this damnable latex suit still on! I was told to relax and lay on my stomach. As I did so, someone began rubbing my body through the latex. Their hands were strong and were smoothing out the aches in my back and legs. The warm cream was being massaged into my skin as I began to drift and enjoy the very odd sensation. Whoever was working on me knew just what to do to make me feel better. After some time, I was told to roll over to do the front. But before I did, a latex half hood was pulled over my head leaving only the gag and my nose uncovered. I lay on my back as those strong hands began to massage my worn out legs. Slowly she moved up my legs, to my thighs and finally to my stomach and chest. Before I could appreciate the sensation, she had begun working my arms. When she was done, my legs and arms were so relaxed, I don't think I could have moved them, even if I wanted to do so, and at that moment, I didn't. she then returned to my chest, or should I say breasts. In seconds she had both nipples at full erection and the tingle was all the way to my crotch. The sexual tension she was creating was driving my mind to its happy place but I knew I could not climax. My breathing was getting a little ragged, but I was powerless to tell her to continue or stop due to the gag still filling my mouth. As I was reaching a point of no return, she suddenly stopped and began massaging my face and head! Once relaxed again, she again began at the tops of my thighs and then my breasts. Again I was taken to the doors of oblivion, only to be returned to the mundane cruelty of frustration. She did this several more times before pronouncing me ready for my milking. I was helped up and again taken to the milking room and chair. Blindfolded by the mask, I could see nothing, but was aware of others in the room. As I walked, I felt the plug in my ass moving maintaining the sexual tension she had developed in her manipulation of my breasts. Once again I was turned so that my legs backed into the chair. I was then told to bend over and as I did, I felt the back of the catsuit oven over my ass and the plug was removed by first releasing the strap holding it in place. My ass felt empty for the first time. I wanted something in it! I was not to be disappointed. I was helped to a seat and as I sat down onto the chair, the plug that was part of the chair invaded my prepared and empty ass filling it with the promised pleasure it would provide. As I sat there in the darkness of the hood, silenced by the gag; the catsuit was opened and I felt the domes of the suction cups cover my breasts. Then to my surprise, the latex was again closed. Straps surrounded my upper torso, my legs and held my head tightly in the headrest. The gag was removed only to be replaced by the shape of either another gag, or the breast I had suckled on previously. Then I was left to the ministrations of the machine. I don't know how long, I really didn't care. I was in a state of sexual tension that was beyond belief. I was so far gone, I don't think I could climax any more. If I did, I think it would result in the loss of my mind, my consciousness and heaven only knows what else. I was in a state of sexual oblivion when they returned. It was in this state, that I was removed from the chair, taken to my bed and allowed to attempt sleep. My hands bound to my thighs, the breast suction device still attached and still running every few hours for an hour. Yes dear reader, even the plug was returned to my ass, but I would not know that until the morning of day 5 if that would ever come. So ended day 4. If you want to see the rest of the story, please let me know. If there are questions you have, by all means ask, I will consider answering them in the context of the story. I will give you this tidbit, the creams used on my body had been fortified with DMSO. Think about what that might mean? holly