Beauty and the Beast

by Gwen Brown

  

In the first fantasy I can remember as a child, I was "Beauty" from Beauty and the Beast. The Beast had captured me and was holding me tightly I imagined he was doing things to me and suddenly I felt wonderful and I hoped he would carry me away to somewhere, anywhere but where I was.

Later I would realize that I had just experienced my first Orgasm and somehow I knew that I should not be sharing this with the adults around home. Over the years that secret activity became larger in my life and even when I discovered I was Male and should be dreaming of taking women, I was dreaming of being taken by men who had made me helpless. I was completely unable to resist.

Later I found that the Movies, which depicted a Damsel in Distress, really turned me on. I really wanted to be one of those Damsels. As I grew I was very disappointed to know I could never be Beauty. I was not a Girl.

Over the years I had accumulated a very strong dislike for Males and felt shamed at anatomically being one. Every single day I thought either of Suicide or being a Woman. I especially wanted to be "Beauty".

I was working in a Job, which had turned out to be a dead end. I was one of those cubicle rats. I took care of the same accounts year after year, taking their orders and solving their problems. I was going no where fast.

I had not bothered to get married but I really loved Children. I never really got to be around them. My older sister had three of them but they were such brats that I stayed away. She did not believe in any discipline and with the way our Father raised us I can understand why. He was a brutal bastard, beat her and me and perhaps did even worse to her. I knew there was something but we never talked about it. So, my life was pretty drab and boring. I gradually sank deeper and deeper into depression, finally deciding to kill myself. I just had not decided how or when.

I went to the same bar every night, drank myself into oblivion, and then drove home. My car had this whole collection of dents and scratches and I did not know how they happened.

One night in particular, I had been talking to a guy who seemed to have taken me on as a project. He seemed interested in me from a personal point of view. He complemented me on my looks. I could not understand that through the Alcohol haze. I was rather small and slight. At 5'7" and 140 lbs. you could say I was skinny. I'd been on a soft job all my life and had none of the big knuckles and Calluses other guys did. I did not think I had any interest in him, certainly not sexually but almost anyone will respond to kindness.

Over the next several weeks we became casual friends. At the time I did not realize it but looking back I can see that he was pumping me for personal information and I did not even know it. We talked about some really intimate things. He is the only one I ever told about wanting to be Beauty. He seemed to really understand. He even got me to talk about my plans to kill myself. Afterward, I wondered if I had blabbed too much but it was too late and besides what could they do, arrest me?

We even did a few rounds of Golf. I was lousy at it. He tried to help my swing but I was just too uncoordinated to be any good at it. He encouraged me to join a Health Club and even got me in on a one-Month free pass. One night in the Pool, I was diving off the Board and I noticed him staring at me. I didn't know why but it made me uncomfortable. When I swam over to him and asked him about it he said he was just thinking about something and staring off into space. Later, he suddenly stopped coming to the bar and just dropped out of sight.

One night, at the Bar, I was working up a good hangover when I ordered another drink. A man right by me had also ordered one too. When the Bartender set mine on the Bar, the stranger grabbed it. I did not see him quickly drop some powder into my drink and the Bartender quickly told the guy that he had grabbed the wrong one. He handed it back to me and got his. I finished mine and began to feel a little off. I said good night to Frank the Bartender and walked out. I almost made it to my car but I passed out right in back of it. A few minutes later the stranger said his goodbye and left too.

The next thing I know is I am in this room. I felt like I was tucked into a nice bed and it took me a long time to wake up. The first thing I realized is that I was gagged. I couldn't see a thing. This greatly increased my awareness. I also found that I could not move at all. I could open and shut my eyes and I think I could wiggle my toes but that is all. When I opened my eyes, I still couldn't see anything.

Something began to throb between my legs and it really felt good. I could also feel something in my butt and it began to hum and get warm. I liked that pretty well too. I was a little scared because I didn't know what was going to happen to me but so far who ever was doing this had tapped a place in me that I had never shared with anyone. Fear and arousal; what a combination. I messed myself with sticky, gooey stuff almost right away. I struggled to get away and then felt good and bam, it happened. I laid there dozing for a while and a little later the thing got me all hot again and I did the same thing.

Later, some one came into my room and started talking to me. She told me that no matter what, I was not to talk when she removed my gag. She told me she was going to demonstrate what would happen if I did. What followed was the most vicious electric shock I ever had. It was so bad that I could not even tell what they shocked. I convulsed and screamed through the Gag. It was horrible. She removed the blindfold and asked me if I understood about talking. She told me to blink once for yes and twice for no. I blinked once.

She was really pretty. She was dressed in a white uniform and said she was my Nurse for the next few weeks. She fed me only liquids until I was full to bursting. Afterward, I never needed to pee and later she told me I was on a catheter.

The next period of time is still a blur. They would put me to sleep and I would wake up hurting. They would gag and blindfold me and then put me on a treadmill or make me do simple exercises. Once when I woke up, I hurt like mad between my legs. They kept me in bed a few days and then made me walk around very carefully. My feet hurt like mad and I had a hard time balancing. I was so groggy I did not realize what they were doing to my feet. They always kept me bound and often gagged and blindfolded. They did not seem to want me to know what they were doing to me. The next time I woke up my chest hurt like hell. Another time my face burned like it was on fire. It felt like I had been hit in the face with a plank. I think the worst pain I had was my lips. I think about the last operation they did on me my throat hurt.

Often when I woke up I felt like someone had been talking to me but I could never figure out who it was. They started playing music around me and once in a while I thought I could understand a word or two and the rest of the time it would be too indistinct to make out.

The nurse had always called me dear and sweetheart which I thought was awfully gushy but I liked it after a while. It was nice to have someone nice to care for me. Being bound like I was actually made me feel secure but I could not tell anyone. They had this way of shocking me between my shoulder blades that was the most hideous thing you'd ever want to have happen to you. I soon learned to do exactly what they told me. I wanted to tell them the shocking was not needed that I wanted to do everything they told me but I was not allowed to talk.

One morning after what seemed like weeks, the Nurse came in and told me that she would start training me today. She removed the covers from the bed and loosened all the straps holding me down. She sat me up and turned me so my feet dangled toward the floor. She took my gown off and I began to shiver. She undid my ankle and knee straps and put soft cotton underwear on me. They felt strange and I realized that I had never worn any like this. As she pulled them up I realized that something was missing. I could not touch down there because my arms were still tied to my sides. It felt just like by stuff was all gone. She had me lean back as she pulled the underwear up and pulled something out of my lower stomach. It hurt like hell and it felt like she was pulling my penis off. When she finished that she put some tight shoes on my feet and had me stand.

This was the first time I had stood when I was not drugged out of my mind and I discovered I was standing in really high heels. I could walk all right though. She left my wrists tied but released my upper arms and took the rest of my gown off. I was standing there naked but still could not see a thing. She then put something on my ankles and released my wrists. I felt so weak and uncoordinated.

She told me that if I behaved she would un-gag and remove the blindfold in a few minutes. What ever she was doing to me felt really nice and I was not about to act up.

She showered dried and my hair. I began to suspect the truth, but I just knew I was not to talk. I felt really happy and hoped that what I was starting to think was right. An hour later I was dressed and knew it for sure.

After she finished my hair, she clipped something in what felt like rings in my nipples. It was then that I realized I had nice Breasts. I had still been groggy enough not to feel them before now. She pulled something soft up over my hips and placed it to just cover my new Breasts. The Corset was next. It was real and she really tightened it. I could hardly breathe. She slid Stockings up my smooth legs. Where had the hair gone? I didn't miss it at all.

When she finished she un-strapped the blindfold. For the first time for weeks I could see. At first it was alarming because everything about a dozen feet from me was out of focus. They had done something to my eyes. She turned me so I could see in the mirror and I was shocked to see the most beautiful Woman I had ever laid eyes on. When I began to understand she was I. I got faint and the Nurse guided me down onto the bed again. In a few minutes I could stand again but tears of joy were still flowing down my cheeks.

She reminded me that I had to have permission to speak and removed the gag. A little squeal of joy escaped my mouth and then I shut up. I looked at her and she waved a finger at me. I was still shocked that the squeak was not my voice.

I was wearing a 50's gingham cotton dress and spike heels. My hair had grown some and I had a pretty tight curl perm. She sat me down at a make-up table and began on my face.

Later, she was all done and I smelled and felt like a Lady. I felt wonderful. She still would not allow me to talk and I was about to burst. For some reason, the idea of disobedience really upset me.

I was in some sort of Mansion, I could tell by looking out the Window that we were on the second floor and the grounds that I could see were very pretty. I could hear children playing somewhere outside. The sound was like music to me. She took me into a room with walls lined with those little foam Pyramids like you see in fancy sound studios. She sat me down in a chair and strapped me in so that I could not move at all. That made me feel really secure. What followed proved to be so fantastic that I began to weep with joy. She started voice training me and I discovered that I sounded like a Woman. She explained to me that most of my new conditioning had taken place when I was unaware due to the heavy dose of drugs. It only took a few days to put the polish on my speech. After that I was allowed to speak.

On the way down to the Kitchen, we ran into a Man and I felt really strange and frightened. I stopped, came to attention, crossed my wrists in back and cast my eyes down to the floor. He walked up to the Nurse and began to talk to her about me like I was a little child. Then he placed his hand under my chin and raised it.

"How do you feel Child?" He said.

With my eyes still on the floor, I said, "I am very happy sir." He told me to look at him and very timidly I did. Looking into his eyes I could see terrible power but there was also gentleness.

He spoke to me a while asking me if I was surprised at who I had become. I told him I was and I was very happy. I felt completely under his power when he was near me. I always addressed him as Sir. Later I would find that he had created me a Slave to his will. Most nights I was tightly bound and during the day. I had to have the most confining clothes. I wore my nails very long.

Janet was very friendly to me but I saw less and less of her as time went on.

 

Life began to seem more normal now and I was not too sure I liked all of it. Somehow, I did not feel really secure. I told Janet that and she seemed puzzled but pleased. Later she took me back up to my room, tightened my Corset some more and put me into a hobble suit. She asked if that helped and it seemed to have.

Gradually I discovered that the more bound and helpless I was the happier I was.

Later Sir asked me if I remembered ever meeting him. At the time I didn't but years later, I began to remember everything. I was disappointed because that was my old life and I had no wish to review it at the time.

I came to love the times when he would treat me like a Slave girl. It usually started before Dinner if he was in the Mansion. He would find me where ever I was and say. "Girl, What is for Dinner tonight?" I loved him very much and I knew that was my cue.

I ran to my room and opened the special closet. After I stripped and showered I would hang bangles on my Nipple rings. I would place a Collar on my neck that only he had the key to. It was made from some metal and heavy but felt very comfortable and made me feel secure. I would put my Slave skirt and ankle bracelets on.

Bare foot I would run down the stairs. There were actually two Kitchens and two Dinning rooms in that Mansion. One was for Suit nights as Sir called them. I would always dress in a beautiful gown with my Hair piled on top of my head. Sir told me I was beautiful but I never felt right unfettered. The other Kitchen/dinning area was concealed behind hidden doors. It had a gas assisted cooking pit in it and thick pads for Master to sit on.

The Cook kept Bison or Bear or some exotic meat thawed in the Refrigerator. I would carry all the ingredients into that area and hand peel the onions making my eyes fill with tears. I became very good at Cooking meat and Vegetables over the open fire. Sometimes I would get burned but I knew I deserved it because I had been stupid and careless. I often expected Sir to kick or whip me but he would just laugh at me.

He would come when he could smell the Meat Cooking. By then it was almost done. As soon as I heard him with his key in the door, I would kneel with my Breasts out and my head down, crossing my wrists in back. He would drink and eat too much and then he would bind me until I was helpless. He would make love to me and make me feel breathless late into the night. In the morning when I wakened I would be forced to lay there unprotected until he came back to release me. We shamelessly did that once or twice a week. I lived for those nights.

Once in a while, I would feel just out of sorts and I would deliberately spill something or make him angry. After a while he seemed to know it was coming and at the first sign, he would tie me up so I could not move and then beat me. I never had bruises or cuts but he could sure make me wail piteously. Usually the blows were directed to my soft round butt. I would sob and sob until he picked me up and put me on his lap and comforted me.

"Sir, I am so sorry I was bad, I don't know what got into me. I will try to be a better Slave from now on." I would say.

Those nights, he would say. "Yes, slave, I am sure you will."

He would then carry me up to his bed, I would spend the night curled on his chest with my wrists tied behind my back and my ankles bound tightly.

Some may think I am sick but I think you are just jealous.

  

  

  

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