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SATURDAY MORNING
May woke me up when I felt her replacing the steel chastity cage around my cock: I must have been in a very VERY deep sleep as I hadn’t felt her stir, and my cock must have subsided. I had no idea what the time was, or how long I had slept, but the cold steel and the compression of the cage brought me back to a state of consciousness with a jolt as I felt the familiar tightness and faintly heard the lock being inserted.
‘Good morning’ I heard May say from beneath my hood, ‘I trust you slept well’ she giggled.
‘Mmmmph’ was my only response, my mouth still very much full of the thick rubber penis gag.
‘It’s time you were up’ she continued, as I felt her fingers unbuckling the three leather retaining straps around the hood before pulling at the bow at the rear, and easing the lacing apart.
She further loosened the lacing at the back of the hood, before pulling it from under my chin and drawing the leather off my head: I blinked at the brightness of the light streaming through her closed curtains, and looked at her. She’d obviously been up for a while, as she was wearing a silky type dressing gown tied around her waist, and I could smell the aroma of coffee.
She slid her hands behind my head and unbuckled the gag, pulling it gently from my mouth, the rubber ball and veined phallus generously coated with my saliva. I stretched my jaw a few times, before saying ‘what time is it?’
‘It’s gone seven o’clock’ she said, nodding towards the electronic display on the bedside cabinet.
‘You obviously slept well’ she continued, releasing the ankle cuffs above my feet, before doing the same with my wrists.
‘I made you a coffee.’
She nodded to my bedside, where there was a mug and glass of water. I drank the glass in one go before sipping the coffee.
‘Thank you’ I said, ‘I was thirsty.’
‘The bathroom is all yours’ May went on. ‘I’ve left my leg shaver out for you to use, and even run you a bath.’
I finished my coffee, and stood up a little unsteadily, possibly down to the fact I’d lain in the same position overnight, and made my way slowly to the bathroom, rubbing my aching jaw. I was desperate to use the toilet, and closed the door behind me, breathing in the scent rising from the steaming bath.
I took my time in the bathroom, first having a shave to remove any trace of facial growth, and then luxuriating in the hot bath, letting the fragrance of her perfumed salts wash over me. I almost dozed off when May opened the door and poked her head round to say ‘we haven’t got all day’, before closing it again.
I roused myself, finished washing, towelled myself dry, and noticed that May had already had a shower this morning. Wow, I thought to myself, she must have been up early.
Feeling decidedly better, and noticing that the steel cage no longer gripped me as tight down below as it had over the previous successive days, indicating perhaps that I was becoming accustomed to being locked up, I made my way back to the bedroom, wondering what awaited me in the knowledge I would remain at May’s disposal for the rest of the weekend.
May was sat on the seat in front of her dresser with a fresh mug of coffee and looking at her phone as I walked through into her bedroom. She was still in her silk dressing gown, and I saw on the bed that she’d laid out what I was to wear that morning, and in an instant the steel cage around my cock grew noticeably tighter: there was a full-coverage longline bra with translucent lace cups, a matching high-sided lace thong, cellophane pack of stockings, steel-boned corset with suspender straps, and a pair of stiletto ankle boots, the ones I’d seen a few days back with the locking ankle straps, all in black.
‘We need to work on your posture today’ May said, by way of explanation when she saw me looking at the garments laid out on the bed. ‘But we know you are not adverse to looking feminine, don’t we, Paul … or should I call you Paula?’
I nodded with a ‘yes Ma’am.’
‘So, Paula it is …’ she went on, and picked up a box from her dresser which I’d not noticed, and handed it over to me with a ‘something was delivered yesterday which will be perfect with this outfit!’
I took the box from her, which was about the size of a shoe box and surprisingly weighty, and opened it. Inside I saw it contained a pair of stunningly realistic breast-forms, each tipped with a dark, and exceptionally prominent, nipple. I gasped in surprise, feeling another jolt of electricity powering to my cock, by now straining hard in its cage, and lifted one breast out of the box, feeling it’s weight as well as the smooth texture of the silicone: the breast was firm yet pliable, the nipple delectably hard.
‘Oh my God May … I mean Ma’am … these are beautiful …’ I said, transfixed for a moment at the exceptional quality and realism of the breasts, which were a perfect match to my own body tone.
‘Well …’ said May, a little impatiently and probably frustrated that I’d addressed her incorrectly, gorukle escort ‘let’s get you dressed then!’
I didn’t need asking twice, and picked up the bra first, placing it around my waist back to front so I could fasten the many hook and eyes, before swivelling it around so these were at the back, and the cups were at the front. I’d had plenty of practice as May well knew, but she watched me intently nonetheless. Pulling up the bodice of the bra, I slipped my arms through each shoulder strap, making slight adjustments to them so the flimsy lace cups were centred over my nipples.
‘Should I wear the breasts now or later Ma’am’ I asked May.
She stood and came over to me: ‘we’ll get them in now’ she said, removing one breast form from the box.
Pulling the lace cup to one side, she slipped the weighty silicone in place, teasing it slightly from one angle to the next until she was satisfied. She repeated the process with the other breast, and then adjusted both bra straps slightly so the cups fitted perfectly, and my breasts pressed tautly against the delicate lace cups, firm nipples delightfully prominent and alluringly delineated.
I looked up at the mirrored wardrobe to see my breasts for the first time exquisitely encased in the sheer lace cups, and I groaned aloud as my organ twitched agonisingly harder against tight steel: the transformation from my shoulders to my rib cage was stunning!
‘Very nice’ May commented, ‘now let’s give you a trim waist to match …’.
She slid the open corset around my back, bringing each side to the front, and attached the steel busk, working her way up from the bottom until it was all clipped together. Then she went around the back, and tightened the cord lacing, making a few adjustments as she went, ensuring it was correctly positioned over the lower banding of the longline bra, and that the modesty panel was properly in place behind the joining halves.
The corset reached from just beneath my breasts to just above my pelvic bone, and as May continued to tighten the cords behind me, I watched in fascination as my waist, which had always been reasonably trim, developed an incredible hour-glass shape. It was an erotic feeling, having the corset fitted, and as I felt the increasing constriction around my waist, I realised I could only breath shallow breaths.
‘Nearly there’ May said, pulling the lacing tighter and tighter and working her way up and down the rear of the corset, gaining a fraction more pull on each occasion.
I was now finding it difficult to breath at all, as the corset constrained my lower ribs, stomach and waist, and my shallow breaths became more like pants, as she finally laced the four cords tightly together, passing each around my front before tying them securely in a knot behind me.
‘There, what do you think’ she finally said.
Looking in the mirror, I was astounded at the difference it made: there was a real feminine, almost Victorian, curvature to my waistline, and the stiffness of the steel boning kept my back almost rigid, with very little flexibility, thrusting my breasts forwards prominently.
‘That’s amazing … Ma’am, I’ve never … looked more … feminine’ I panted, feeling the constant, and rather uncomfortable, compression around my midriff. It was like a huge bear hug, but without release …
‘Yes, I certainly think we are making progress … let’s get those stockings and panties on before you start leaking’ she said, motioning me to the bed.
I sat down uncomfortably and a little awkwardly, and removed the black seamed stockings from their pack, carefully rolling them up each leg, having a little difficulty to get each foot in the toe, as I was hampered not only by the undeniably stiff corset, but also by my rather prominent breasts poking out front. I stood and clipped the four suspender stays on each side, doing my best to check the seams were straight, which was challenging given the immobility around my midriff.
Next came the flimsy black lace panties, which immediately became damp as I pulled them up and over my cage, the thong nestling tightly between my buttocks. Finally, I reached for the ankle boots, but May stepped in and said ‘I’ll do those for you. You might struggle with that corset on …’
I flopped gently down on the bed as she knelt beside me, her gown parting to reveal a naked thigh. It made me wonder if she was totally naked beneath her silk dressing gown, and I watched her closely as she unzipped the side of one boot, and fed it over my extended foot, pushing the stiletto firmly against my heel so my foot made proper contact with the sole. She zipped up the side, stopping half way through to loosen the laces a little at the front, as they were a tight fit, before pulling the laces tight so my foot became moulded inside the boot, and then tied them off with a double bow.
Her gown parted briefly as she was busying herself with the boots revealing the swell of her breasts and her delightful bursa görükle escort cleavage in between. It certainly looked like she was naked underneath.
May repeated the process with my second foot, and then reached into the shoebox for the four small padlocks, two each side. She passed the wide ankle strap around the top of the boot through the retaining loops so it trapped the both the zip fastener and the knotted laces beneath, and fed the strap over the the small D-rings that formed the buckle arrangement, finally snapping two padlocks in place.
The process was repeated on the second boot before she said ‘I think we’re done, you can stand up now!’
I stood carefully, and with a slight wobble, trying to acclimatise myself to the high stiletto heels, and gazed at myself in the mirror before me, in awe of my radical transformation: from the neck down, I was dressed for pure unadulterated seduction: thrusting breasts tipped with hard nipples pressing against the translucent lacy gauze of the bra cups, a diminutive waist pulled in tightly, dainty lace panties, dark seamed stockings elongating my legs, and superbly sexy high-heeled booties.
I was mesmerised, and I looked down at May still kneeling beside me, and almost whispered ‘oh my, is that really me?’
She nodded her response, raising herself from the floor, her short silk dressing gown falling open where her tie sash had come undone, finally revealing that she was indeed totally naked beneath. I saw her belly button was pierced, from which hung two pendant diamonds on a small chain, one slightly longer than the other.
‘How dare you’ May barked angrily, realising she had inadvertently exposed herself, and drawing her gown together, re-tying her sash, and a slight flush on her face. ‘You have no right to stare at my body …. you … you are SO impertinent!’
‘Sorry Ma’am’ I stuttered, a little taken aback, thinking the exposure might have been deliberate. I flushed in turn, and dropped my head in apology.
‘I’ll make it obvious when you are allowed to see me naked!’ she went on, reverting to her prim and proper self, and recovering her composure, ‘but for now I think it’s time you and I had some breakfast …’
Conscious I was barely dressed in just her underwear, or should that be more ‘foundation’ wear, I said to May ‘excuse me Ma’am, shouldn’t I be wearing something over the top?’
She looked me up and down, and said ‘I think you look fine like that, but if you insist, I’ll fetch something you can wear over that.’
‘Thank you Ma’am’ I said, whereupon she reached behind the bedroom door and unhooked the long white negligee she’d been wearing the previous evenings I’d been round.
It wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but I thought better of protesting, and slipped it on, taking in the aroma of her body, and tying it around my diminutive waist. Looking in the mirror, I saw it did nothing to hide my undergarments, and in actual fact only served to highlight the sexy black lingerie beneath.
‘Come’ she said, and departed downstairs, with me following, fervently wishing I COULD come, my organ once again throbbing unbearably within its captive steel.
So much for becoming accustomed to the infernal device ….
I descended the stairs very carefully, the high stiletto heels leaving me feeling quite precarious: coupled with the rigidity of the tightly laced corset, and the weight of my breast forms, I was having to continually reassess my sense of balance, not to mention the trailing negligee, which I fervently hoped wouldn’t snag on something on the way.
Breakfast was short and sweet: I opted for toast and a coffee, while May had a bowl of muesli and a yoghurt.
I asked May ‘what’s your plans for today Ma’am?’ over the kitchen table.
She glanced up from her phone and said ‘after we’ve had breakfast, I thought we’d occupy ourselves with the contents of that drawer in my wardrobe that you’d found so fascinating …’
I nearly choked on my coffee, wondering what on earth she had to mind.
‘You see’ she went on, ‘it’s been some considerable time since I’ve ventured in that drawer, but with you here, and the fact you seem to have taken an inherent interest, maybe it’s time to try out a few permutations. Besides’ she continued, smiling gleefully ‘I love the look on your face when that steel chastity cage grips you so hard!’
As if on cue I let out a slight gasp, followed by a murmured moan as my cock throbbed unbearably with the rhythm of my pumping heart.
‘Stand up’ she said, looking down between my legs through the diaphanous gown of hers.
‘You’re leaking copiously again, I can see. But don’t worry, hopefully I’ve a solution on its way which should arrive later today’.
I was intrigued to find out what her ‘solution’ was, but May interrupted my thoughts with ‘go upstairs and empty the drawer contents on the bed, I’ll be up in a few minutes.’
Excited at the thought of discovering another side to May, I stood up a little too quickly, forgetting for that brief instant that I was wearing high stiletto heels, an exceptionally tight corset, and a shifted centre of gravity due to my weighty breasts: I wobbled, clutched at the table, and gradually regained my balance, feeling the pull on my calves as my feet readjusted to their pitch within the tightly-laced ankle boots.
May glanced up and said ‘you will get used to it, it’s just a matter of practice and training …’
I wasn’t sure whether she meant my ample breasts, my tightly corseted waist, or the locked high-heeled booties!
I went upstairs a little precariously, careful not to tread on her negligee, and pulled back the covers on the bed, every movement feeling a little strange because of the stiffness of the corset, and the weight of my breasts.
Bending down to her bottom drawer, I realised it was easier to squat, and I carefully removed the the contents I’d seen yesterday, placing all the rubber items neatly on the bed, including the leather crotch strap and the Perspex tube: laid out on the mattress, it was quite an assortment, and I was wondering what May had to mind …
I sat down carefully on her dresser stool and waited expectantly, hearing May pad upstairs some moments later.
She entered the bedroom and glanced at the display on the bed: ‘I’d forgotten I had such an extensive collection’, she said, picking up the rubber pants and screwing in one of the penis shaped dildos.
She dropped the assembly on the bed, the dildo still attached to the base of the pants, and picked up the cylindrical Perspex tube with an ‘ah yes, we’ll need one of those too’, as she made her way to the wardrobe, pulling open the second drawer from the bottom.
She fished out a hand pump which had a dial and length of rubber hose attached to it. May connected it to the plastic cylinder and, placing a finger over the open end, squeezed the lever slightly. ‘Yes, that’s the one’ she said, disconnecting the hose, and dropping both on the bed.
From the same drawer she removed a couple more Perspex tubes, identical in diameter, but slightly shorter in length than the one she’d just tried, and placed these on the bed also. Finally she removed a black handheld box with dials and buttons, looked at it, and replaced it in the drawer before closing it and the wardrobe door.
‘I think we’re ready’ she said, looking at me suggestively.
‘Not sure what it is you want from me Ma’am’ I responded, looking up at her from my seated position.
‘What I want’ May said ‘is for you to fit those rubber pants on me. I know you are desperate to know how everything fits together, so now’s your chance!’
She sighed gently, and pulled the sash on her silk gown, letting it fall open, shrugging it off her shoulders so it slid silently to the floor. I stared at her naked body for a few moments, seeing her pert breasts fully exposed for the first time, each tipped with a delightfully erect nipple, both with a barbell piercing. My gaze dropped to her navel piercing, and then lower down to her smoothly shaven slit and long legs.
‘Beautiful’ I said, seeing for the first time she was displaying a degree of vulnerability, ‘you have an amazing body May … I mean Ma’am …’
I saw May relax a little, and then turn to her bedside cabinet and remove a small plastic bottle from the drawer, which she handed it across to me with a ‘I guess you’ll be needing this for the rear plug and the suction tubes: the front plug …’ she blushed slightly ‘should go in on its own as I’m already quite wet down there.’
She then turned and lay down on the bed where I’d been laying during the night, raising and parting her knees slightly, adding ‘well, get on with it, before I change my mind …’
I picked the rubber pants from where she’d dropped them on the bed earlier, with the dildo she’d fitted still attached to the crotch, and reached for one of the solid rubber anal plugs, and screwed that in to the base next to dildo. I then picked up the longer Perspex tube, and pushed the domed end through the hole of the rubber pants adjacent to the dildo, looking at May and seeing her nod in approval.
‘Are you ready Ma’am’, I asked, holding up the heavy pants with the various attachments affixed in place.
‘Yes’ she said, almost in a whisper. ‘But it might be easier if I stand …’
She raised herself from her prone position on the bed, and stood before me as I knelt down and proffered her the rubber pants, lifting up one leg and placing her foot through the leg hole, followed by the other foot. I eased the thick pants up and over her knees before rotating her around and, turning the rear of the pants inside out, applying lube to the rear plug, and a smear around the perspex tube that would shortly accommodate her clit. I ignored the thick rubber phallus in between, as she’d already told me lubrication was unnecessary.
With one hand beneath the protruding accessories, I gently raised the rubber pants further, as May slightly spread her long legs to afford access: my other hand was carefully aiming the tips of both rigid shafts towards their respective apertures, the vaginal one first, as this was the longest, followed by the anal one.
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