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Sins of the past Holly Disclaimer time. First, I was not the typical victim here. I have a better than average understanding and experience in the BDSM scene and FemDom in particular so I should have known better. Before I got married, I had played in the scene with a pair of lesbian dommes. In the process I learned a great deal about myself and in the learning, I became more focused on my desires. With my two Mistresses I was treated to every delight imaginable with several noted exceptions. I was very into bondage and mummification and would try to tease them into tying me or wrapping me up. They did so many times and it was a real rush which I enjoyed a lot. They would play with each other also in a far more serious and sensual way which included medical play. But this they did not do with me. Neither did they explore any of the strap-on play. I could not know it at the time, but they were getting me ready. Before they could however, I got married. I tried to introduce my wife to the scene and BDSM play, even to the pair, but it just didn't work out. One of the girls, Marie, took real offense that my wife had taken her toy away. As life moved on, I and my wife moved on as well. I no longer saw Marie and in fact had no real contact with her either. My wife was heading to one of her four day conferences out of town and would be gone over the weekend. As it happened, it coincided with my free Friday and so I also was going to have a four day as well. These opportunities only came up once in a while and so I began planning how I would take advantage of it. I was certain to engage in bondage and other restraints like fem clothing which had remained a turn on for me. To get ready, I had cleared our dungeon out so that it could be used if I wanted to bind myself in it. Yes, long ago, prior to getting married, I had converted a room into a dungeon. It was one of the things the Mistresses liked about the house. It allowed one to plan, play and have dedicated space for various diversions. I had moved the bondage chair into a position in the outer room so that there was more space in the dungeon. I had also moved the spanking/bondage bench out as well. As my wife was preparing to leave, I took a shower and at the same time used the opportunity to remove all the excess body hair. In my previous years before marriage and while I was with the Mistresses, I had a regular waxing appointment to clean my back and often my chest so my hair was a great deal thinner than it had been. As she was walking out the door, I was dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts. As was typical, she did not even notice my legs were shaved, or that my toes were already trimmed and ready for polish. Once she was out of the house and I was sure she was on her way, I began pulling everything out that I was going to need for the weekend. I had decided to do a plastic wrap for the evening and of course there was the nail painting and make-up which I had not had a chance to practice for some time. Bondage was a given and of course I was going to dress the part having developed a fairly extensive wardrobe which sadly spent most of its time in bins hidden away in the dungeon. I began by setting up my office computer and chair for subliminal training. Several years back I had found this set of software called 'subviewer'. It allowed you to create a script that ran pictures with a selectable time rate and could support a number of sound files. I had started fairly simply in the beginning, but rapidly graduated to fairly sophisticated mind training files. My latest being a set that I had developed of buxom and hippy women with my face inserted. I had also added banner and text to increase the power of the effects. In a very real sense these were the pictures of the gurl I wanted to become. Now it was time to begin. After locking all the doors to the house and making sure that the answering machine was on and the phones removed from my office, I began by painting my toes. This was always a totally feminine thing to me and began the transition. As they dried, I put large suction cups on my breasts to tease them larger. Then I began applying basic makeup. Foundation and simple eye and then lipstick to seal the deal. No earrings yet, I was planning to spend a little time with headphones on and did not want the distraction on earrings. After about 45 minutes, I was ready for the next step. I went to my office, made sure the blinds were shut and the room would be dark except for the light coming from the computer screen. I selected the first butt plug of the weekend and, after lubing it up, began to slide it into my ass. It was not something I did a lot so I had to remind myself to relax and let the thing impale me. My plan was simple this time. I would just get myself on edge, but not cum this time. After, I would use the electric butt plug and stimulate my prostate to increase the excitement adding additional stimulus to my breasts. I did however, attach the TENS unit, putting a band at the base of my cock and another at the crow of my penis. After checking the settings, I bound myself to my chair and prepped the rope so that I could 'tie' my hands behind me. There would be enough slack to get out eventually, but it would serve to increase the feeling of helplessness. I inserted the ball gag and then put the headphones on to block out all but what I was going to hear from the computer. Satisfied, I activated the TENS and began to feel the tingle stimulating my cock. I made a minor adjustment then activated the computer program and slipped my hands into the loops behind the chair. One gentle tug and I was 'trapped' until I could contain myself enough to work my way out. I had tried each of these elements separately, but this would be the first time all together. If it worked the way I expected it to, then the fucking I would do to myself this afternoon would be very intense. As the music and subliminal voice began telling me I was a good gurl and I wanted and needed to be a gurl, had wanted to be a gurl all my life and have large full breasts........ the images flashed across the screen driving into my brain. The combination of the sexual stimulation, the visual and audio was having its desired effect and I was very stimulated. My cock was harder than ever and yet the rate of stimulation was just below the level necessary to achieve orgasm. I was frustrated and excited at the same time. The images, sound and stimulation continued and I struggled (half heartedly) with my bondage attempting to get out. With a gag in my mouth, I was free to vocalize, unintelligibly for sure, but it was what I had needed to do. Soon I was also sweating as well as the excitement continued to build but stay below climax. I began to struggle in earnest now. I needed release and it was not going to happen. After 20 minutes of this the visual suddenly stopped along with the audio. Moments later the timer on the TENS also stopped. I was breathing hard, bound and unable to get off. This had been a rehearsal for the events of the afternoon and now I knew I was in for a real 'good' time. As my breathing returned to normal, I began figuring out how to free my hands. To my great surprise it was very easy and I decided I would need to restrict myself more in the afternoon since I did not want an 'easy out' that would detract from the bondage. In all the time I had spent in the BDSM scene, the one thing that had always been true when I was 'bottoming' was that I could not be or even think I was in control of anything otherwise the experience was not as intense. For this reason I wanted gags to prevent me from being able to direct my Domme (topping from the bottom) and I had to be bound tightly enough so that I could struggle and achieve a rocking orgasm. Once free of the chair, I cleaned myself up a bit, but decided to leave the plug in place and the electrodes from the TENS as well. I slipped into a pair of panties and then made a late breakfast to restore my strength for the next session. All was going according to my plan. A quick check of the answering machine showed all was quiet and there were no concerns that I needed to attend to just now. Now it was time to increase the level. I returned to my plan, and added stockings and a corset to the game. I also thought a pair of heels would be a nice touch especially as I went about the house cleaning that needed to be done before my next session. I knew that it would be far more intense than the last and I was going to need to 'recharge' beforehand. After another hour of chores to get me in the mood, I could feel the strain in my feet, calves and hips as a result of the heels and was keenly aware of the tightness at my waist. I know you have all read the stories of the corset that was so tight it felt like they were being cut in two and they could not breath and all that, well the truth is that a properly fitted corset will limit your ability but will not be that hard when done up correctly. Years ago, I had a corset made for me while I was at a BDSM convention in the area and so it fit fairly well even years later. It most certainly constricts my shape and I can't forget I am wearing it, but it does not dig into my sides and after a short time I do adjust to its, not so gentle, effects. After 30 or 40 minutes I can tighten it some more and achieve close to the final fit. After wearing it a few days, my body further adjusts and I can both tighten and wear longer. For this session, I was planning on around four to six hours of wear at its tightest and then loosen for the night. As I prepared for the afternoon session, I pulled out the second TENS unit and electrodes for my breasts and added the electric butt plug to go with the one on my cock. For my head restraints, I added a set of blinders which made it impossible to see to the sides. My vision would be focused on the screen of the computer. Since this session was to be significantly longer, I made sure to empty my bladder and bowels and rig a way to get water if I needed it by tapping into the tubed that was a part of the penis gag I had. This would serve two purposes, first the gag would force my tongue down and prevent even remotely intelligible words and second, the intrusion into my mouth would further intensify the submissive role I was putting myself in. My last action was to figure out how to shorten the wrist bondage so that I was further restricted. With all this now complete, I was again ready to start another session of self-induced sexual tension and torture. Day 1 session 2 As before I cued up the computer and set the timer for 1 hour. This was going to be a long and deep session and I was certain to reach a climax at some point. In my heart I hoped near the end or it would become nearly unbearable as the sexual tension created by the TENS units would over-stimulate my body and I would be unable to get free until it stopped. I knew that after climax my ability to resist was minimal and the stimulation more than double what I had experienced to reach climax. In short, it was torture. As before, I made sure the room was in a twilight state to add focus to the screen and then began the process of binding myself to my chair. First I inserted the butt plug and made sure it was in the proper position before sitting down and driving it even further. It was not overly large, but large enough to cause me a moment or two of discomfort. I knew that once the stimulation started, this would go away pretty quickly. The corset made me sit very straight in the chair which would made binding that much more effective. Now I needed to make all the connections. On my desk were the two TENS units with their leads and I carefully connected the butt plug, cock leads and now the breast leads being sure not to cross them. The electrodes on my breasts included one on each nipple and a wide ring around the breast. It was important to keep them properly grouped to prevent any stimulation across my heart. I had done this a number of time now and had color coded the leads to prevent an accident. As I settled into the chair and was finishing the connections, I slowly inserted the sound into my cock. This was the other lead of the set with the ring at the base of my cock and balls. When in the correct position it should really stimulate my prostate along with the butt plug. With all the connections made, I tied my legs to the chair using the ankle cuffs and then my waist and finally made sure of my wrist restraints before starting. Last thing to do was turn on the timers and put the headphones and blinders on before slipping my wrists into the loops that would make it near impossible to escape until I had calmed down and the stimulation had stopped. I gave myself a quick squirm to make sure everything was tight and turned on the timers and computer. Instantly, the first tingles radiated through my breasts causing my nipples to being to tighten and enlarge. The tickle in my ass was aimed at my prostate, but every part of my lower body felt it even as the electrodes in and on my cock went off. It was going to be a very exciting session and I was now certain I was going to climax as never before. The computer was showing the stimulating series of pictures with their subliminal messages as the music kept time. In moments I was totally lost in the effect. I had set all the levels so that I would not cum too fast and so was steadily building and falling. My world was entirely on the computer and the sensations flowing through my body and sweat was now building on my brow and body. I was breathing in gasps and my ears were filled with the sounds of my heart pounding, the music driving and my own breath. I never heard her enter my house. She knew where the key was and was able to come in with no noise. I never heard her enter my office and see the state I was in. I never saw her, nor did I know that she was able to slip something into the water I was sucking in through the gag using a syringe. The blinders made seeing to either side impossible, my state of excitement made understanding the circumstances impossible. But I did realize that I was more light headed than I had been previously. The images were somehow more compelling than they had been. I was more excited than I had been. From behind me she just watched. She knew the effects of the mild hallucinogenic that she had used and knew that I was taking in far more and becoming more suggestive. As she watched, her plan changed. She was going to take advantage of what I had started to exact her revenge on me, and I would learn, my wife as well. As I drifted further into the subliminal training, she readjusted the timers adding another hour to the time. I had no idea how long I had been there, and would not ever know or care. I was drooling around the gag now and in a total state of arousal. For the next hour, she spent her time preparing the next phase of her plan. She went to the dungeon downstairs and made sure it was clear, moving some of the 'toys' into the outer room so she would have more room to do what she wanted to do. She turned on the wax pot and began heating the paraffin wax; and then laid out the restraints taking a few back to my office when she came up to check on my condition. What she saw made her happy. I was trying to buck and drive as the stimulation was driving my climax, but was unable to cum at the moment. She knew that a point would be reached when I would cum and be completely unable to control or contain the power of the climax. I could even pass out if it was strong enough and she was making sure that it was. She had brought several bags into the house including an ominous looking black bag like a doctor might have. While I was oblivious to her, she prepared several syringes filled with hormone concoctions the doctor she had been working for had developed to promote transition in trans-gender patients. While she had been out of touch with us, she had taken a job with a gender reassignment doctor as her assistant. In that position, she had helped the doctor prepare the medications for her patients to make the transition from one gender to the other more effective and rapid. This meant that the hormones developed were a bit different and stronger than those available from the conventional pharmacies. These drugs had specifically been developed to promote a more balanced transition. As anyone would know, and I certainly did from my past, most of the hormones that are available, estrogen based, will promote breast growth, but few will cause hip or butt development and it takes forever to get the fat transfer from one part of the body to the other to develop the right form. This only seems to happen when the patient starts the process young so the body builds correctly. The only other alternative seemed to be lipo-body sculpting. It was for this reason that my efforts had pretty much stopped and were only working the mind games and being the gurl of my dreams, in my dreams. That was all about to change however. Bound to my chair and in the computer, I had no idea what was happening or about to happen, or I would have been trying to overcome the effects of the drug so far. It would not have mattered, but at least I would have tried. My climax was held off yet again and I was near insane with lust when I felt a prick on my arm. In my fogged mind, I was seeing an image of a Mistress injecting her slave. It was so very real. I had never had this vivid an experience with the program and was totally lost in the results. Moments later, I felt an injection in each breast and then in my thighs. How real this all was. My breasts were tingling as were my thighs. I was dry, needed water. I sucked through the gag and tried to gain some understanding. The script playing in my ear changed and now was directing me to obey my Mistress in everything. It seemed reasonable to me so I listened and in time was fully under the direction. She could tell the effect she needed had happened and the pictures and script ended. I heard a feminine voice telling me that She was my Mistress and that I was to obey her in every way. It repeated a number of times and then asked me if I understood to nod my head. I nodded as directed. I was then told to wait and Mistress would prepare me for my next part of training. In the back of my head the word 'training' did not seem to make any sense, but I had to obey Mistress and so I waited. Soon I felt the restraints on my wrists release and then my legs. Both arms and legs had been bound for so long, I had no real control over them and besides Mistress had not told me what she wanted me to do. With all the stimulation from the TENS units off, the sound in my cock was slowly removed. I did not remember doing it, but it was gone. The voice then told me to stand behind my chair facing the computer screen. I did so and then was told to bend over the back of the chair and watch the screen. It came to life showing a new set of images and the music and subliminal voice filled my ears. The gurl on the screen was being injected with hormones to transform her into a gurl. She was being bound and performing oral sex with her Mistress, over and over again. The voice told me to watch, listen and obey. As the gurl on the screen was injected in her ass, I felt the prick of a needle in mine. How real this was. At the next injection, the other cheek was also injected. The voice was telling the gurl on the screen to wiggle her ass and so I did. After a while, I was told it was time to go to the dungeon. As I rose to do so, the instructions continued. I was to go to the dungeon, put on a blindfold and wrist cuffs and then wait with my hands behind my back until Mistress told me what to do next. The instructions were repeated several more times and I was asked to nod if I understood. After I did so, I was told to carry out my instructions and not to delay or Mistress would be angry. I rose and began making my way to the dungeon. The plug in my ass made walking in the heels more challenging, but I knew I had to get there before Mistress became angry. I was in my own world and so did not see Her follow me down to the dungeon. She was pleased that this was going as well as it was since She had no idea what to expect when She arrived. Once in the dungeon, I took a blindfold from the rack and then the cuffs. After putting the cuffs on, I put the blindfold in place and waited with my back to the door. My mind fogged by the drugs, I have no real idea for how long, but I felt my wrists being shackled together and in moments I was at the mercy of some unknown person inside my home. I was moved to the low bench and forced to kneel. As I did, my legs were bound to the bench and I was bent over with my arms behind me. The shackles on my wrists were attached to a line from the ceiling and pulled up forcing me into a bent over position. If I tried to straighten up, then my shoulders were in agony. This is the strappado. Now the plug in my ass was again turned on and my cock became instantly erect. I was moaning around the gag, but unable to utter any word that had any meanings. It was then that the tension on the line holding my arms up eased and I was pulled near upright on my knees. In this position, She attached suction devices to both of my nipples pulling them into hard buttons. The electrode on my nipple had disappeared at some point. I was to learn that it had re-appeared in the center top of the suction cups now on my nipples. As they were pulled into the cup, they would make contact and when they did, the stimulation of my breasts would begin anew but with the added intensity caused by my now distended nipples. As I was again bent over, my breasts and the nipple cups hanging down adding a little weight to the effect, I felt a wetness in my ass. She had attached a slow enema to my butt plug and it was seeping into my butt. I sensed more than knew that this was not at the rate intended to create an enema effect. The slow flow would allow time for the liquid to be absorbed by the lining of the colon and whatever was in it would infuse my body. "you are my toy, my bitch, my slut, my slave if I want it to be" the She voice said. "I am your Mistress, and you will obey without question everything I tell you to do. You will do so immediately, or I will find ways to motivate you to do so. Clear?" The gag in my mouth made answering impossible so I simply nodded my head. "Good, now that we understand each other, you will give me pleasure until I am satisfied. I will remove the gag, but that is not to allow you to speak, but to allow you the use of your mouth, and tongue to give me my pleasure. If I am satisfied, then you will be rewarded." The gag was freed from my mouth and I moved my jaw around to make sure it still worked. I had never tried this before, so was completely out of my element. Moments later, I felt Her hand on the back of my head pushing me into her pussy. I knew it was her pussy by the hot musky smell and the heat filling my nose now. Tentatively I reached out my tongue to find Her. When I did, I began circling the clit and sucking Her cunt. It took only a few minutes to find the right rhythm to begin building her orgasm. As I worked on Her, the hand on the back of my head would relax and then push harder. She was holding herself off, stretching the build-up longer and longer and I was getting tired, my mouth and tongue sore. It was at that moment that my nipple touched the electrode inside the suction cup. Like a jolt of electricity, I clamped down on her vagina and sucked hard. It was what She was waiting for. Her hand on the back of my head kept me in position as the stimulation from the butt plug and breasts drove me to send Her over the top. Her legs clamped onto my head and I could only just breathe. For long minutes we were locked together. Finally She eased and I could get free, my face now covered in Her wet juices. "you did good. I told you that if I was satisfied, I would give you a reward, and so I shall. I know you want to be a gurl very much, I will help you do so. Your reward is another special dose of the transformation juice. Keep it up and you could be a gurl by the end of the weekend!" Her laugh was almost a bark, having an edge to it. "I will let you think about that for a little while, as I get your next challenge ready." Again She punctuated this with that harsh laugh. Moments later I was aware that She had moved out from under my face. I was still bound and blindfolded so could not see what was going on, but I also knew that I was still not able to move. I became aware that there was something under my mouth. She then slacked the line holding my arms up and back and I began to fall forward onto the dildo that She had placed under my face and aimed at my mouth. "open wide, gurl" Resistance was hopeless and so I did as I was told. The dildo was not too large, but was clearly large enough. As it slid into my mouth, I began to gag on the thing. I would have to relax my throat if I was going to survive this without choking to death. Once the first effects happened, She stopped my forward motion and I could again try and stabilize myself. The thing was a few inches into my mouth, but I could tolerate it. "Now for your reward." With that, She injected both of my ass cheeks with the juice She used before and positioned the ass dildo so that as I moved to ease the discomfort, it would impale my butt. "If you suck on that dick real hard, you will get something to drink. You will want to do this, you are going to be here for a while." I tried to resist for a few minutes, but I wanted to get the taste of Her pussy out of my mouth and I was thirsty. I began sucking and my mouth was filled with a cool liquid. The position of the dildo made it nearly impossible for my tongue to taste what it was, but then I had already committed to drink so it didn't matter. I would later discover that the liquid contained a number of components including water. The headphones were on again and as I knelt bound and impaled, the music and voice continued its programing. I remained in the position so long that I could not remember when, or how much I had sucked on that dildo. I also could not remember when I had started rocking against the butt probe. By the time She returned, I was rocking hard against the butt probe and did not even hear Her enter. Being blindfolded, I could not see the pleasure register on Her face as She watched me for a few moments screw myself from both ends; the liquid in the dildo and the probe mixing in my body to create a transforming environment for my cells and slowly, or maybe not so slowly, change me into a gurl. I became aware of Her presence as She released me from the bondage and I was again free to move a little. She kept me blindfolded as She finished the process and allowed me to again sit up, my arms freed from the impossible restrictions of the strappado position. It did not matter though, I had been bound for so long I had no will over my arms as they hung limply at my side. She helped me to a standing position, and as She did, I felt the pressure in my bladder and bowels. I needed to use a bathroom fast. She knew this though and She had planned it. She helped me into the bathroom and positioned me on the toilet. She told me to relieve myself like the good gurl I was and be quick about it since there was so much more to do today. For the first time in this ordeal, I relaxed my body and the corruption that had been building flowed out of both my colon and bladder. I was limp and relieved as I took a few moments to gather my strength and try to get some movement back into my arms. It seemed to take forever, but finally I was able to move an arm enough to be able to wipe myself. Like a good gurl, I wiped both my ass and my clitty to make sure they were clean. And waited for Her to return to tell me what to do next. When She returned, I was again aided in rising and told to walk as She guided me to the 'next challenge'. My mind had been so fogged by the drug She had used that I was now completely disoriented in my own home. I did not know that She deliberately had me walking in a large circle for several minutes to further this disorientation before we reached the spot She wanted me to be. It was a high bench I felt my butt touch as She ordered me to sit. I did as was told and soon felt her attaching something to my feet. The familiarity of the feeling was shortly confirmed as a pair of high heels. As I stood up, I could tell that they were about 3 ? inch heels. Not my highest, but definitely not flats either. The good news for me was that I frequently wore these and so was not unable to move. She then walked me around again for several minutes as I got used to the heels until I was again stopped. I was told to step up and realized as I did that I was now on my treadmill. I could tell from the slight angle I was standing at that I was not facing forward and She then turned me into position, confirming what I had figured out. I felt Her attach something to each of my ankles and realized as I tried to move that they were ankle cuffs with a short lead between them. Even with my mind a mess, I realized I was going to have to walk on the treadmill and the short line between my ankles meant that I would be taking short steps. She told me to step forward and as I did, I realized that the combination of the heels and the short tether between my ankles would cause me to have to take mincing steps. To prove this, She started the treadmill at a very slow pace and I began to walk with a short mincing step to keep up. This was not going to be a problem as the pace was very slow. That should have made me suspicious however. She stopped the machine and began making adjustments. Moments later, I felt the round head of a dildo push up against my ass. She shoved it in and impaled me on the probe which was then attached to the sides of the treadmill. She explained that if I was not at the right pace, the dildo would impale me and encourage me to move faster. I then felt something attached to my clitty base. My body language had to have conveyed curiosity, since She then explained that if I tried to walk off the dildo, that I would receive a shock in my clitty. Each time I did, it would increase in intensity until it reached a point that it could fry cells in my balls rendering me incapable of producing any testosterone. I would later learn that it would not have mattered since She had already taken care of that problem. The final adjustment came with Her attaching suction cups to my nipples. My nipples were pulled tightly and firmly into the cups and then these were attached to the treadmill. If I slacked they would pull my breasts and it did not take much to realize that in time that pull would become painful. "you will walk like a gurl, putting one foot directly in front of the other which will make your ass sway back and forth like a gurl's ass should. If you do not, you will be 'trained' to do it correctly." The voice was female and had a malevolent edge to it. There was no doubt that I would not want to be 'trained' by this device. "when you walk correctly, the probe in your ass will provide lubrication so that you will feel minimal discomfort. If you do not, then there will be no lubrication and you will be raw and very uncomfortable. Stay in the right place, you will not be trained, get out of position, you will be. Nod your head if you understand?" I nodded. "from time to time, the pace will change. You will have to figure it out and maintain your position or be 'trained'." The music and voice began again in my ear, the constantly repeated lines, over and over and over again. In a second I was impaled deeply on the dildo in my ass and I rushed to comply and walk. One foot directly in front of the other making my ass sway from side to side. I felt slight tension on my breasts as She adjusted the tension on the suction cups. I had very little room for correction and could do nothing about it. Buried in the music the words told me to walk like a gurl, one foot in front of the other, sway my ass like a good gurl, enjoy the feeling of the cock in my gurl pussy. After a while, my calves began to ache and the balls of my feet as the relentless pace continued. One foot in front of the other, yard after yard, mile after mile. After what had to have been an hour or more, I felt the machine stop. I was glad for the rest. But equally concerned about what would be next. In the first moments of the stop, I realized my ass did not hurt, it felt wet and slick. It was the effect of the lube used on the dildo, I knew that, but it was strangely pleasant. The music stopped, only to be replaced by the malevolent female voice. "are you thirsty gurl? Nod your head if you are?" I was and so I did. My mouth was filled with a large warm dildo, and moments later I was sucking hard to get as much of the liquid as I could before it was gone. The dildo seemed to move slowly in and out, but I did not care as long as I could get a drink. Then the voice was back. "you have learned to walk in the heels, but not like a good gurl. Now you will learn to walk like a good gurl." I then felt cuffs placed on my wrists and another set on my arms above my elbows. Now what? It took little time to realize what was happening. The upper arm cuffs were attached to my nipple restraints and the wrist cuffs to a band at my waist. "as you walk, you will move your arms like a good gurl should. Wrists out, and elbows close. Moving with the sway of your gurlish ass. When you are good, you will be rewarded, otherwise, you will be trained. The cock in your mouth will stay in place to help you remember to keep your head in the correct position." Her laugh was harsh as the treadmill began again and I again began to mince along. It took me several paces to remember how to get my arms and wrists into the correct position and rhythm and I felt the effects until I did. When the machine stopped again, I was exhausted. I had suffered through a few 'training' moments and was ready to collapse. She knew I was played out, but She also had plans for me. As I stood there trying to suck air around the dildo, She was removing the dildo from my ass. Moments later I felt the line attaching my nipple cups to the treadmill also removed. She then steadied me as I stepped off the treadmill and was again on the ground. She told me to walk like a gurl straight ahead and She would tell me when to stop. I did as directed and She stopped me after about ten steps only to turn me to the left and again walk forward. I realized I must be walking in a square circle as She did this several time until I lost track of what direction I was facing. The lines attached at my waist and nipples continued to remind me to move my arms correctly. Finally She stopped me and I found my ass against a bench. She told me to sit on the bench and I did. She then had me lay on my back as She again restrained my arms and head. I figured I knew what was going to happen now. Next She attached two lines to the cuffs at my ankles and released the line between them. Moments later, my legs were raised high and wide fully exposing my ass. Blindfolded, I could not see Her select yet another dildo from the bag she had brought with Her, but I felt it as She slid it into my tortured ass. She rigged a wedge to hold it in position as my legs were lowered and bound down. She then attached a dildo to the one in my mouth and with little ceremony, She settled onto it to fuck my face. She brought Herself to several orgasms each stronger than the last until Her pussy juice covered my face and was dripping down my neck. Her scent filled my nose even as some of Her juices filled my nose as well. I was struggling to breath now as my face was covered in Her. Several long minutes later, She rose off the dildo impaled in my mouth and, breathing hard, She removed the cock from my mouth. I took in a tortuous breath as I tried to fill my lungs past capacity. My relief was short lived though as She again settled onto my face and ordered me to clean Her pussy. As I tried, my efforts drove Her over the top yet again and I was again flooded by Her pussy juices. By now neither of us were in any shape to continue and mercifully, She slid off me leaving me covered in Her wetness as she sought a bathroom and a shower. By the time She returned, Her juices had dried on my face, in my nose and on my neck. It was a sticky and pungent crustiness now that covered me. I could take no breath without smelling Her. She took a wash cloth and with little ceremony cleared my nose so that I could breath easier. Next She inserted a catheter into my cock and drained the pee from my bladder. Leaving the catheter still in me, She checked the bindings, re-inserted the earphones and left me listening to the continuous programming as She went to sleep. Bound as I was, sleep did not find me easily and I had nothing to ease my situation other than the continuous stream of programming. I must have fallen asleep at some point since She woke me in the morning. She released the bonds and then removed the catheter and butt plug from my ass. She helped me to a sitting position and then told me to go to the bathroom, clean myself up and be back here in 30 minutes. I was to wait to a count of 20 before removing the blindfold and to replace it once I was back in place. I began counting and at 20 removed the blindfold, but She was nowhere to be seen. I slipped off the table and went into the bathroom. Moments later, I was sitting on the toilet relieving myself. The shower felt like a piece of heaven as the water flowed over my body and restored some feeling that I was human. I finished my morning in the bathroom and returned to the room. I knew that I really had no choice since the bathroom had but one exit and I realized that She clearly was in control for the moment. I was once again in the dungeon that I had built years before and yet it still looked different to me. She had made changes that I was just beginning to understand. She retuned moments later, but She was wearing a hood that disguised her face so I still had no idea who this was. In a commanding voice, She ordered me back onto the table on my back. As I did as She directed, a strap was fastened just below my breasts holding me to the table. Each of my legs was then pulled up so that my ass was full exposed and my arms were then bound such that I was holding my legs wide apart. As She looked at me, the malevolence was apparent on her crimson lips. "you will learn that you are not in control of anything today. I will control everything you do to the most basic functions of your body. Till now I have been training your mind to properly respect Me, now I will further train your body. "I have been getting your ass ready for future delights, Mine not yours, and this is to continue today and now. You should be used to the butt plug and so we will add some new elements to it for you. I have not blindfolded you this time because I want you to see everything and realize that you have no will, no control and no escape. This is one of your toys, look familiar? Well I have made some improvements to it" I could not respond due to the gag now in my mouth, but I did recognize it as one of the inflatable plugs that could be used to deliver an enema to my ass. I really did not enjoy enemas, in fact I had experimented only briefly with them and realized that they did nothing for my erotic self. "I see you do recognize it. Good. We are going to have a little fun for the next while. Maybe minutes, maybe hours. One thing is certain, you will not be the one deciding." As She said this, She began forcing the plug into my ass. Fortunately for me, it had been lubricated, but it still hurt as it slide in deeper and deeper until it reached the largest section. As She slide it past this point, I felt as it my ass was being torn, but it was only stretching farther than it had in a long time. "now we will start working. You see these two bags hanging in front of you from the ceiling?" I looked up and could see the two items she was referring to. One was a bucket like thing with a hose and spigot attached, the other was a more conventional enema bag. If I had any question as to what She was going to do, it was rapidly going away. "I see you have an idea of what is about to happen. Let me explain that as long as that plug is in your ass, I can fill you with whatever I like and nothing is coming out unless I allow it. I told you that I modified your toy, in reality, this is one of mine with some special features. The first is that the fill hose is larger allowing for a more viscous liquid. It is also large enough to allow what is inside to come out, if I want that to happen. " For your training, I have selected some rather special options for you and I to try. My research indicates that some of these recipes will have a very strong effect on you. But for starters we will go with a little more basic fluid. As long as you follow orders, we will not have to punish you too severely. But make no mistake, the point is to remind you every moment who is in charge here and to make you respect that fact." She then selected a large clear pitcher filled with a dark thick liquid. "now this first one is supposed to be administered with a dirty colon so we will do it first. It is a combination of milk and molasses.... isn't that nice? Now lets see what the report says about it: For a powerful enema, this one is worth the little extra effort. Your bowels will react almost immediately and it will be extremely difficult to hold for long. Use a double inflatable catheter. TREATMENT REPORT Well I agree with it being hard to hold. Without a double inflatable caths I would say impossible. It made me feel like I was pregnant again. Overall not as nasty as some but the mixture certainly went to work on my insides. Note that if you make a mixture of a pint of each you will have around 2800kcal of energy being forced up your butt! Holding difficulty 4 Cramps 3 "Well, I think we will be sure to take more than a few minutes to avoid wasting all this material. This bucket can hold two full quarts. Isn't it nice that the bucket is clear so you can see how much is going into your body?" My eyes much have told Her what She wanted to know. I felt real fear at what was about to happen and struggled to free myself, but this was just not going to happen. She connected the hose from the bucket to the plug and I watched in mortal fear as the liquid slowly filled the bucket. It was thick and smelled sweet from the molasses. I watched in horror as She slowly turned the spigot at the bucket and the liquid began flowing down the hose to my ass. "I hope it isn't too hot for you, dear holly." I felt the first warmth begin to fill my ass and it was compelling. I watched in warped fascination as the enema bucket emptied into my ass. I felt the first trembles of my bowel and the near silent rumble of the spasms that would grow in both intensity and frequency. For a moment, I thought if I could expel the plug, I could make this stop. I tried to expand my ass, but as I tried She pumped the bulb of the plug to expand it again. It was not going to leave my body. I looked at the clear bucket and it was already half empty and that meant that it was already in me! She had started a timer and it showed two minutes had elapsed already and I was feeling very full. I did not believe I would be able to stand the full amount in my ass and also knew that I was powerless to stop it. I could now hear the rumbles through my body as the bucket continued to empty into me. She just watched as the beads of sweat began forming on my brow. She knew what was happening to me and She made it clear there was more to come. I was now struggling to get free as the cramping started. Only 5 minutes had elapsed and I was in real discomfort. There was now only a small amount left in the bucket and She had picked up another pitcher. I tried to scream no, but all that came out was a muffled sound. She knew what I meant and still She tipped the pitcher to the bucket. With a fiendish smile, She poured a small amount into the bucket and stopped. I was doing a merry jig on the table with my body strapped in such a way that I was near doubled over and watching the final parts of the liquid fill my ass. With the final drops flowing into my body, she reached over and started a timer. "we shall see just what you are capable of holding gurl." The sarcasm and malevolence dripping in her tone. I was in agony and it clearly was not getting any better soon. The timer moved so slowly I swore time stood still. As I waited for relief, my insides desperately attempting to explode out, She attached a large hose to the end of the plug and stuck the other into a container. I knew that if She released the valve on the plug, my bowels were going to end up in that container. Sometime later, with tears streaming down my face, She finally released the valve and my bowels exploded into the container. The plug prevented any kind of regulation and so my insides flowed without control through the hose into the container. Many long minutes rolled by as my body began spasms that caused the flow to start and stop. I was covered in sweat and flushed over hot to the point I was holding onto consciousness with a tenuous grasp. Once it had stopped, I lay there gasping, completely spent and fearing what would be next. I have never enjoyed enemas and this one was a truly horrible experience. The fight was gone, I had nothing left and yet I knew I was not done by a long shot. She reset the timer and grinned at me. "That was the dirty one, now we have to clean you out and get all the rest out. I hope you enjoyed that, the next one should be equally interesting." She connected a new hose to the large bucket and the end of the plug in my ass. My eyes pleaded for no more, but I was not in control. That is what She wanted me to understand and to take to my core. I no longer had a voice or opinion. "this one is a fleet, glycerin and water enema so it will clean up the walls of your intestines nicely." She said this as she emptied a pitcher into the bucket and then a second one as well. "we need to get ready for your visitor in the morning!" "Since you will need to hold this one for a longer period than the last, I am going to give you something to think about while you wait!" With that, She undid the gag and freed my mouth and the implication was crystal clear to me. She was not interested in my breathing or ease. Seconds later She settled on my mouth and I began giving Her the oral pleasure She was demanding. On the positive side, as I concentrated on Her, the activity deep in my bowels was in the background and I did not notice for some time. When I did, my bowels were cramping fiercely and my guts were rumbling continuously. How could I not have felt this before. But even as this revelation hit me, so did Her orgasm covering my face and filling my nose and throat with Her juices. For many long moments, Her body spasmed on my face and finally spent, She slid off me and released the fluid inside to seek its home in the container below. The rush was almost like an orgasm to me as my body depressurized and I was able to relax. Finally empty and with Her sated, I was bound for sleep with a blindfold and the inevitable headphones that continued to program my dreams. Her last act was to inject both my breasts and hips with her juice and then turn out the lights leaving me in the dark with the feminine voice inside my head. ***** When the next morning arrived, I was again wakened, unbound and sent to the bathroom to clean up. My morning routine was burned into my mind and I sat on the toilet and did what any good girl would do. After I was allowed to shower and then powdered my smooth body, having made sure that there was no offending hair anywhere in sight. I returned to the room outside the dungeon and stood waiting for Mistress with my eyes covered as I had been trained to do. It had only been a day or two, but I could not imagine a day different anymore. I heard Her enter the room and immediately became apprehensive about what would happen this day. She ordered me to spread my arms out so that She could inspect me and to also spread my legs apart. Moments later, I felt Her attach the familiar wrist and ankle cuffs to me and then felt my arms and legs drawn apart. "I need to get you ready for your visitor this morning. So you will obey without question so I can finish in time. Do you understand?" Her voice was soft, but menacing and I simply nodded my head to indicate my understanding. "your visitor will determine the next steps. Do not make Her angry or you will regret it." As I hung there spread eagle waiting, She attached suction devices to my breasts again having first rubbed them with a fragrant cream. I would learn latter that the cream She kept rubbing into my breasts, ass and hips was very rich in estrogen and other female hormones. As a nurse, She knew that the skin was the largest organ in the body and absorbed these hormones and other drugs very readily. I could not even begin to appreciate how much softer my skin was than it had been only a couple of days prior as a result of what She was doing. As the suction devices drew my breasts into their interior, She adjusted the force until it was pulling hard on my sensitized flesh. It both hurt and stimulated me and I found myself becoming excited by the sensations in my boobies. Satisfied, She again injected my ass cheeks with more girl juice and then positioned a dildo at my ass. I felt the pressure as She moved it into position and extended it into my body. I was getting used to having things stuffed into my ass, so it was not as much of a surprise as it might have been a couple of days prior. But I did try to jump when it began moving in and out, fucking my ass. As with everything, even this insult to my body carried with it ulterior purposes. With each in-stroke, the pliant dildo deposited a small amount of the powerful hormone laced liquids She had been using on me. I was being assaulted on all points and was powerless to stop or prevent it. Blindfolded as I was, I could not see what was happening nor as it was to turn out was I to be allowed to hear as the ubiquitous headphones were once again placed over my ears. I could hear only music, haunting and pleasant, but I was certain there must be an underlying subtext to the music. My own research had shown that though I might not consciously hear it, my mind could decode the hidden words and would take them in. I knew that I was being conditioned to respond to Her orders and was more and more powerless to stop my responses. The music had no start or stop and so I had no way to know how long I was thus pummeled from behind as the suction stroked my tender breast flesh and I steadily absorbed more and more of the 'girl juice' that She had concocted for my benefit. I did not immediately know when the visitor arrived, but realized She had to be there when I smelled a different scent in the air. With all of my senses restricted, except smell, I was more and more dependent on my nose to tell me what was happening. This was thwarted often by the use of perfumes to dull my awareness. The other woman and my captor carried on a conversation just beyond my hearing, but not beyond my fear. I felt Her strong fingers sample my body at different points. First my belly, then my hips or ass which She pinched hard to see how much flesh and fat were there. She observed the dildo plowing my ass and the suction devices on my breasts. After a time, the suction devices were removed from my breasts and I felt Her stroke and play with my nipples and breasts. It felt intoxicating and I reacted accordingly. I would later learn that I had shown the desired response and the newcomer was very pleased with the results. Moments later the headphones were also removed and I heard Her voice for the first time. It had a melodic quality unlike the almost harsh voice of my captor. "I have reviewed what you want to do with this one. How much time do I have?" "The wife will not return for another 5 days. She has been detained." The way She said it made me actually fearful for my wife. A novel experience of late. I had not expected my wife back for only another day, so what had they done with/to her? "Good enough. I can certainly prepare the foundation and the first stages of sculpting. Of course she will need to be in compression garments for a little time after. Will that be a problem with the wife?" "It should not. My associate is preparing her for her duties upon return." The tone in Her voice indicated that this preparation was not going to be entirely pleasant for my wife. Well so far I was not having a lot of fun either. "How much longer in this session do you have in mind?" The newcomer asked. "I have her scheduled for another 20 minutes of ass training. We can start with the plan for the hips and boobs first and then move to the ass when she is done." The constant reminder of Her referring to me with female pronouns was disconcerting. But then, all that She had done so far was to emphasize the female traits. "Shall we allow her to hear what is in store for her as you proceed?" The newcomer asked. "I do so like the reaction to the total helplessness of the situation to reinforce just what I am doing to them. But the blindfold stays on, and no names doctor. I will be assisting you for the procedures just to make sure that there are no prying eyes or help to arrive from some 'good samaritan'. This little bitchlet is all mine and I intend to make her understand that." Even the words were frightening to me. What was going on? Who was this woman? The other was clearly now a doctor. What was She going to do to me? "Hand me my bag then, and we shall get started." Moments later I felt Her begin drawing on my leg at my hip. "I assume you want nice womanly hips on this one, right?" "That right, doctor. Given the boy hips she has, I was thinking a +4?" Plus 4? What was She talking about. Were they going to expand my hips? Womanly hips? Oh.....My......God...! they were going to turn me into a woman! Now all the programming and suction and everything else sort of fell into place. Yes in my earlier years I had played with the notion, but the most I had done was take some hormones and wear shaper clothing to make me vaguely look like a woman. Could they really be serious? And what about my wife? "Plus 4 is a lot of fat transfer and preparation. I am sure we can get a Plus 2 and then another Plus 2 later as the tissue firms up. After all you don't want her to sag now do you?" "No, of course not doctor. That is why I wanted you here to keep this on track with no failures. I have real plans for this one and her wife." "What is her name?" The doctor asked. "I am calling her Holly for old time sake" was the reply. Holly. I had used that name when I had been active in the sceen. So this Woman was from those days. In my mind I reviewed the Domnes I had worked with and played with and most were very good and the ones that were cruel I stayed away from. My two lesbian Mistress' protected me from the more dangerous one. "Good, then I will call her Holly. Holly, stand still. I have to determine the augmentation lines for your hips." I felt Her begin drawing an oval along my thigh and over my hip. "you know she would look better in heels so I can get a more accurate idea of where to add the fat." Moments later She had returned and was at my feet telling me to step into the high heels She had found. They were from my former life and so did fit my feet. Moments later I was standing on 3? inch heels which caused my butt to stick out and already I could feel the strain in my legs. "much better. Now I can get the contours correct for her legs and ass." More ovals were drawn on my leg much like a elevation map until the doctor was satisfied. She then did the same with the other leg and checked them for symmetry. "Now let's look at those boobies, shall we? Hmmmm, looks like you have been able to get some development already. I can use that as part of the foundation to fill out and build the breast tissue so they are perky and don't sag from the weight of the added fat." "Not surprising doctor. She had played around with hormones in the past and so probably started breast development. I have been giving her very high doses of estrogen to encourage the tissue to restart its development. The last reading I had from her blood and urine put her estrogen levels very close to a pubescent girl. I felt if I kept them there for any length of time then she would blossom out." "what regimen are you using" the doctor asked, as She began drawing circles around my breasts. My captor replied that She was using what they had called a full frontal assault! "every opening is receiving a large dose of hormones as well as the application on her body. The little bitchlet seems to be absorbing it so fast that I can barely keep up." As they continued to talk, the doctor finished Her drawing on my chest and was now satisfied that She had a plan for my hips and breasts. Now was the time to start working on my rear. The conversation clearly indicated that I was to end up with a bubble butt to be envied. The fucking machine stopped and the dildo was removed from my ass. It felt strange to be empty at that moment. The dildo had become a part of my life and I had grown comfortable with it in me. One of the Women used a towel to clean up the residue and then the doctor began Her assessment of my ass and its shape. "well she certainly has room for improvement here. I should add more curvature and expand the outer curve rather than only the one axis. That will give her a much nicer ass. You said you drew blood from her?" "Yes doctor. What do you need?" "It probably will not work out, but then again, you just never know. I did a breast reduction yesterday as well as some lipo-sculpting in the hips and ass. If the two are a match, or at least close enough, we may be able to get a head start on this process by planting cells into her body sub-cutaneous. If we feed them the hormones and other nutrients, we should be able to stimulate growth and she will absorb the cells as hers and use them for the foundation. I can tell you the woman I pulled them out of was very well endowed." "That sounds promising doctor. I will get the reports. Do you need any more samples?" "I will know once I see the data. In the meantime, let me finish this plan while you get the information. How much did you say she has been getting?" "initially it was plus 4X three times per day. For today we are at plus 3X. I am also using all major drug vectors on her so she is getting a good measure. I dropped the level once I saw evidence that it was in her system and there was excess. No point in flushing it if she can't absorb it." "I would agree. Well I have what I need. You said she was absorbing as fast as you could apply it? Well I have something special then for her. Hand me my bag." From the bag the doctor removed a tube of cream and then, after putting latex gloves on, squeezed a large amount into Her hand. She transferred some to her other gloved hand and then applied it to my breasts cupping them and leaving a generous amount of the cream on them. She then dispensed even more and applied it to my ass cheeks leaving them covered in cream like my breasts to be followed by my hips. The cream was cool then warm as it began soaking into my skin. "now little lady" She said to me, "that cream is a very powerful hormone mixture with some other properties to make it attract fat. In a few minutes you will feel your skin get warm, then hot. That is because the hormones are forcing their way into your body and attracting fat to make your breasts, hips and ass bigger and rounder. Within an hour, you will have absorbed enough female hormones to completely change your body. You can't stop it, and you won't stop it. If the blood work works out, by tomorrow afternoon, you will have a nice set of tits and a bubble but for us to play with. Of course there will be other things happening as well, but you will find that out when it is time for you to know." In my head I was screaming no, but I was completely powerless to stop them and they had no problem pointing this out to me. I could already feel by breasts beginning to get warm. As they were getting hot, my ass and hips were getting warm. Soon I was hot everywhere and they knew it by my expression. I was being changed whether I liked it or not. They left me hanging there while they retired out of both site and earshot. I was left alone to feel my body changing as I waited for their return. As I waited, I noticed that the cream would cool a bit only to get hot again. This cycle happened a number of times and I guessed that was my body's reaction to the movement of the fat and the absorption of the estrogen. I realized it was a little like a super hot- flash. When they returned, everything was only just warm again. The doctor rubbed her gloved hands over my breasts, ass and hips to see how well the cream had been absorbed. She seemed pleased that I had taken all of it into my skin. "With this kind of response, I see no reason not to do the first series of injections tonight. That will put us a little ahead on time and we can see how well she tolerates the foreign cells. I will need to go back to the clinic and get the first set ready. Fortunately, based on what you had indicated, I had already done the preliminary preparations. If you will get her ready, I should be back in several hours and we can start tonight." The doctor's voice was even, as if She was reading a menu instead of discussing the final plans to transform my body forever. "I want to start with the ass. It is so hard to get that round plump effect without a little time." "She will be ready when you return. I really am looking forward to what you will do with her." As the doctor left, I felt the pinprick of the needle as She injected my ass with something. In moments I realized it was a sedative and I was greeting the blackness of oblivion. What happened I can only surmise based on the condition when I woke. I was bound to a spanking bench which fully exposed my ass by bending me over with it pointed to the ceiling. My breasts were once again held in the suction devices and my head was down with a dildo in my mouth. I realized that this was more of a fucking spanking bench in that in my current position it would be possible for my ass to be screwed. I awoke to the feeling of Her spreading something on my ass. It was cold and I realized it was the surgical antiseptic the hospitals used all the time. Whatever was about to happen, it was going to involve some kind of surgery. I searched back into my memory to try and understand what was happening. I had been drugged to the point that I really could not think clearly at the moment and was trying to piece together what was going on. "Good, you are awake. The doctor should be back any moment and I know She wants you aware of what is happening. It is so much more effective that way." As if on cue, the doctor reappeared carrying a bag which She placed on the metal tray next to me. I looked about and quickly realized I was no longer at my house. I must have been out longer than I thought because now