The submissive                                          by: Kelly

 

As the clock struck ten I lay back in my bed and wondered how I had been manipulated into this. I mean, I'm not that much of a wuss am I? At age 21 I should have seen it coming. When my mother and Karen, my wife started to meet real regular, I never though much about it, but when Karen started those kinky games I should have known right then. But, like most men, I liked what she was doing at the time and gave in, and now…

As I gave up trying to free my hands, the leather straps were simply too strong to break, Karen came in, untied the straps. Using a short steel bar she fastened my hands in front of me, then, using a hoist she had installed, she raised me to my feet, sitting me down gently so I could stand up. I did not resist her in any way, because, in a way, I liked what she was doing to me. She ran her hands all over my body, feeling for hair or stubble that I may have missed, then with a razor, she took those few away. "Are you ready honey? Today is the big day you know." All I could do was nod my head yes, and seeing that, she removed the gag. "Sorry honey. Are you ready now?" "Yes dear." "Good!" Then she put the gag back in! "This is custom made for you, and it's very expensive. Here, I'll help you get it on." As if I could help her. The hard steel band went around my waist, then came a flat steel plate that she attached to the band, pulling my manhood through it. Over that went a tube, especially made for me, and as she slipped it on me she pulled the ring in the end of my penis through and slid through that. Then she pulled the whole thing between my legs and fastened it to the chains that hung from the back of the band and snapped a lock on. "Now we can get you ready!"

I was let down and released from all restraints and told to get dressed. "Your clothes are in the other room dear. If you need help just call me." As she left my hand went to the chastity belt she had set me into. Hard and cold, it gave me a smooth front, like a woman, the chains flat as they followed the line of my ass to the waistband. I took a step and found that it did not chaff or restrict my movements, so I went into the game room to get dressed. Karen had begun to have me dress as a woman about a year back, and now, I was quite able to get ready myself, and I wasn't surprised to see a dress on the bed. I picked it up and saw that it was a maids uniform in red satin, with matching red panties. I pulled on the pantyhose, then the red panties and went to the vanity, but all makeup had been removed, so I slipped on the bra and then the dress and zipped it up. The shoes were red patent leather with two straps. Once I was dressed I walked into the den where she was waiting.

"There wasn't any makeup, so…" "That's okay dear, you won't need it. Stand right there, that's right, hands at your sides, good! It's time that we took you to the next level, but I need you to say that it's okay. I'll tape this just to make sure." She started the tape recorder, and began asking me questions. "Are you willing to please me?" "Yes." "Are you willing to do what is required to please me?" "Yes" Are you willing to have breast implants if I decide you need them?" "Yes" "Are you willing to submit me and become anything I wish, even if it's painful?" "Yes" "Are you willing to have more attachments done to your body?" "Yes" "Are you willing to let me train you as I see fit?" "Yes" she shut the recorder off and stood in front of me. "Your mother was right. You're just like your father. He was a complete and totally submissive man, and it seems you are too. I have the only key to the chastity belt, and that's going into the safety deposit box today. From now on you will find it painful any time you have an erection, and sex is out until I say other wise." She glanced at her watch, and smiled. "We have just enough time to get you to the clinic. Hold out your hands." The cuffs went on as well as the manacles, then she led me to the car.

It was embarrassing to walk into the clinic like this, but I had no choice. Karen pulled on the short chain and I was soon in a small room, naked except for the chastity belt. I felt the needle slide in, and then nothing. When I was awakened, I had two huge mounds on my chest! They were at least twice as large as Karen's, and she had a full B cup! The nurse helped me slide on a thick sweat suit, and Karen took me home. "Those babies are a full D cup! I know that you'll find a use for them in no time!" I was in pain and didn't answer her. At home she let me lay down, and for the next week did nothing to strain the stitches.

A week to the day she came in with a new bra for me to wear. She helped me get it on, and then, for the first time I saw the impressive cleavage I had. "Oh! This is better than I planned! You look so sexy now!" Then she opened a small box and pulled out a new device. It looked like a big U, but had a ring on the end of it. "Let me help you with this Missy." "Missy?" "Your new name of course. Looking like this we can hardly call you Jeff can we? Now be quiet or you get the gag." I fell silent as she had me sit on the bed, and using bolts, attached the device. "I had them install a special kind of thing in you head, among other places, and that allows me to attach all sorts of things to help control you." I was allowed to touch it, and found it went over my head like a halo. She slipped the hook from the hoist into the ring and I was hoisted off my feet! Swinging free, she started to giggle! "I'm going to like this!"

She handcuffed me and left me swinging like that for almost an hour, which I realized, didn't hurt at all! Still naked except for the bra and chastity belt, she greased my legs with a lotion and maneuvered thick rubber up each leg. Like pantyhose, she pulled them to my waist. Then came the top. She held it out for me to see, then let me down. The cuffs came off and it was pulled over my head and then down over my breasts and tucked into the panty. "This is to protect you, so stand still." She made sure that my hands were firmly in the built in gloves, each finger moveable before she put my feet into the six inch heels. "This is the last of the rubber things" she said, then pushed ear plugs into my ears and pulled the hood over my head. It neatly fit around the device I still had on. "Now this." I saw it and cringed inside. It was the all steel collar. Four inches wide, it held my head up straight and made my neck ache. Karen said nothing as she used bolts to hold it on, something she had never done before. "This is a new one and shouldn't hurt so much." I moved my head and felt the pain at once. "Oh, I forgot. You'll have to turn your body not your head."

"Lastly, we have this." She held it up for me to see. It looked like a football helmet except that this one had heavy steel bars on the front protecting the face with a grill over that. She shoved a ball gag in my mouth and tied it tightly, put goggles like a flyer would wear over my eyes, and then put the helmet on me, using clips to hold it tightly to the steel collar. "Now, I want this house clean by the time I get back Missy. Understand?" I nodded my head yes and she left me all alone. Where was I going to go?

After twenty minutes in that rubber suit, I was sweating hard and went for some water. But there was no way to get any! The grill and bars blocked the way! I went into the garage and found some tubing and pushed on end into the ball gag and the other into a glass and was able to get water that way. By the time Karen got home the house was spotless, and I ached for relief. My bladder felt like the size of a football! I made a motion to the bath and she understood, but made me wait until she had changed clothes, then showed me how to open the thin slit. I did my business while she inspected the house. "Very nice, but I found some dust on the shelf in the guest room closet. You know what that means don't you?" I stood with my hands at my sides as always, my head down, silent.

I was taken to my former office and set over the small horse and secured in place. The moment the paddle struck I knew it was a new one. She took twenty hard swings then stopped! I was on fire it seemed! All at once she started again, and another twenty found my round tender ass. When I was released she showed me the paddle. It had small studs all over it! "Like it? I bought it today." Unable to speak all I could do was try and stand upright with my hands at my sides. "I'm going to have a small house party on Friday night, so I'll want you looking perfect since you of course will do the cooking and serving. In the morning I'll give you some money and I want you to go out and get an outfit, complete, from the inside out, head to toe, get your hair and nails done, and buy some new makeup. Any questions?" I had plenty, but of course, the gag prevented me from talking. That night I spent it sleeping, dressed just as I was, hanging from the ceiling.

In the morning she helped me out of the rig, and when I was naked again, her hand found my groin, but I felt nothing. "I like being in charge of your sexuality so much! Now then. Here is the name and address of the place you are to go. They have everything you need in one place, and they already know what style I want you to wear. Color is up to you of course. Your clothes are in the guest room so go change." I went in and found the clothes, and as expected, they were short, and tight. Again, there wasn't any makeup, which meant that I would have to shave closely to avoid detection, which I did. I pulled on the pantyhose, then the low cut bra, which hiked my boobs up so high that I thought my chin might rest on them! The blouse was a pull over that fit tightly, accenting my bustline, the skirt was so short that sitting down would be almost impossible in public, and the four inch red heels made my legs shapely and look longer. My hair, which was now quite long, sat on my shoulders in a soft flip.

I was given the keys to my car and I drove to the address on the paper. I had three days until the party, so I wondered why I was here so early, but Karen insisted, so… Inside I was met by a young girl and taken to the back. "Hi! You're Missy aren't you?" "Yes Ma'am." "I thought so, Karen described you perfectly." Come on back, and stand right there." I did as she told me. She took a lot of measurements, then told me to strip. When I was naked she flipped her finger against my nipples, making them hurt, then she grunted and pushed me to a table. I was made to lie down, and then my arms and legs were fastened in a spread eagle fashion. "Do you know what she has asked us to do?" "Only that I was to get new nails, have my hair done and be fitted for a dress. She said I could chose the color." "That is correct! Now we shall begin." I was blindfolded, "for my own protection" I was told, and then I felt the ice cold bag on my penis. It was held there for some time before it was removed, and I know, my weapon had shrunk to be quite small. Next I felt fingers on me and my skin being pushed, held, then my testicles were pulled out and a needle sent into them. Unable to scream because of the gag, I had no idea that they were being removed, or that the skin from the sac was being used to create the labial folds over what looked to be my brand new vagina. A steel band was set around my waist, then a shield that went between my legs was attached and drawn up tight. "Stand her up!"

Groggy and unsteady, they held me until I regained my balance, then I was fitted with a very tight corset that when fully laced, drew my waist to 20 inches! Hardly able to breathe, they pulled long leather gloves up each arm, then using small clips, attached my wrists to the corset using the sewn in D rings. Then I was backed up to a post and secured in place, a steel collar around my neck held me perfectly still as they shaved my hair until only the longest part remained, right at the top of my head. A ring was clamped around the base of the hair and allowed to hang free. On my legs they pulled on matching leather leggings, and added red heels at least 5 inches high. "Your wife really liked the look when you wore the helmet, so we have adapted one of our own to fit the openings she told us about. This is it." The woman held it up for me to see, and for the first time I became scared. Two women cleaned it out again while goggles were once again put over my head and earplugs pushed into my ears, and a penis gag pushed into my mouth. As the helmet went on the top of hair was pulled out through the opening. "I'm using these new one way bolts with the built in glue so you won't be tempted to take it off." Then she used a wrench to tighten the bolts.

"All of this is designed so that you can of course eat, but from now on everything will have to be in liquid form my dear." Then she attached the grill on the front, hammering it home with a click. "Now we finish." Pink ruffled panties were pulled up my legs and fastened to the corset, and when my wrists were freed, the pink rubber maids dress was slipped over my head. Two very full petticoats were added, and then I was told to drive home, they were done. I could hardly move, but managed to make it to the car and then home. When Karen saw me she almost wet her pants on the spot, while I was humiliated beyond belief. I no longer had a penis or balls, my breasts were bigger than hers, and I looked like an alien. Karen had me walk back and forth a few times, commenting on the way my breasts bounced and made me sway my ass a bit more for her. Each time she spoke to me she used a tube that clipped to the helmet and would transmit her voice loud enough for me to hear her.

"This is only for parties, so don't worry. Those special bolts she told you she used, that was nonsense to make you nervous. I can remove them if I want to, and that will depend on how well you do tonight. In order for you to show your love for me, will you do as I ask?" I nodded my head yes, and she told me what she wanted me to do. "The first man to enter the house, unless it's your father of course, you are to beg him to let you suck him dry." Karen had never insisted that I have sex with a man before, but…"Face it Missy, you have a cunt now, boobs bigger than mine, and a figure to die for. You’re a female now, and I want to see you sucking every man in the room tonight, at least once. Understand?" I nodded my head yes, and she unclipped the grill and took out the penis gag. "Put some lipstick on and stand here."

The first man through the door had a young girl with him. She also wore a helmet and had her hands cuffed behind her. "Welcome to our home sir. May I have the pleasure of sucking your dick?" "Do her first." The man pointed at the girl, and I raised her dress. Underneath she had a small but very hard penis, and I slipped my lips over it and began to stroke and suck her. All at once she exploded, filling me. "I'll let you take me later Missy, but I like your style." Over the next three hours my submission was completed. I sucked off seven men, all of them twice. I had served the dinner like a pro and had been rewarded with a small scrap of food, and later, I was allowed to watch as the young girl undressed. She had firm but small breasts and a small penis, but her figure was that of a young woman. She performed with a big dog, doing what I had done for the males. Fortunately, Karen did not make me do that. When they had all left the house Karen helped me undress so she could see my new pussy. Standing next to her, looking in the mirror there was no way to tell who had been born male.

"You did very well tonight Missy, so well that you are free to go." "Go?" I asked. "Look in the mirror and tell me that you can satisfy me now. You have been trained to be submissive, even more than a normal female, and you now have the body to match, and since you cannot satisfy me, I am letting you go." I was shocked! I had allowed her to train me because I loved her, and now, she wanted me to leave! "Do I have to leave?" Karen stood and looked at me, a softness in her eyes. "Of course not! But if you stay, then you will have to agree right now to be trained even more, in ways that you never imagined." When she did not say what she meant, I had to make a decision without knowing what it meant, but I could not leave her, and nodded my head yes. "You won't have any say in what I do of course, but I will explain things as we go along, just so that you'll know." She went to the toy closet and took out the handcuffs, then led me to the door. I knew what she wanted and held my hands out as she clicked the cuffs in place, then raised my arms so that the short chain fell over the nail in the top of the door. "Good night Missy, sleep well."

The slap woke me from the fitful sleep, and as my eyes opened I saw that Karen stood there in a summer style dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. "What I think we should do is have a body mold made for you, then we'll get your makeup done." She let me down, and as the ache in my arms throbbed, she told me to shower and get dressed. In my room I saw that she had put out my clothes, so I stood in the shower and let the hot water soak away the aches and pains. The panties were hot pink, almost a thong but not quite, the bra barely held in my breasts. The dress was a pink sundress that showed off my cleavage and had a hemline that was above my knees. I did some makeup, brushed out my hair and put my feet into the pink heels. I joined her in the kitchen and was allowed to have one cup of coffee and a bagel before she and I left the house.

We went into a seedy looking building where she was greeted by the owner. "This is Missy?" "Yes, and she wants a body cast and her makeup done." "Okay, I'll have her all day. Come back at six tonight." Karen left and I was taken to a small room and told to strip and to then join her just outside. I was made to stand in a box that let only my head stick out, my hands holding two small rods and my feet in molds. She closed and locked the door, then started pumping in a liquid, which took 15 minutes. Then she sat back on a chair. As the material began to form and take my shape it got warm, then hot. I started to ask for some water, and she stuffed a gag in my mouth and left the room. As the stuff hardened, it began to squeeze me tightly and I was finding it harder to breath, and just when I thought I was going to pass out, she returned and opened the box. Since I could not see her, I didn't know that she pushed her fingers into the stuff and split the two parts of the mold and I was allowed to step out. "Go in there and take a shower, and put on the robe. I'll wait."

Wearing just the robe I was placed in a chair, much like a dental chair, and straps went around my wrists, legs, waist, and then, my head. She tilted the chair back, and I saw the tattoo needle! "Karen asked me to do your lips in a bright red and do your eyeliner, upper and lower, so sit very still." I did not want this done, but it was to late, and she plunged the needle into my upper lip. I fainted from the pain, and only woke when the woman gave me smelling salts. "All done Missy, now you can get dressed." In the small changing room I stared at what she had done. My lips were now a bright red, slightly larger, with a fuller pouty look to them. Around my eyes was a deep black line that gave them the shape of almonds. Just as I finished getting dressed Karen showed up, and her first sight of me made her smile widely. "Oh Missy! You look so sexy!" I stood as he stared at me, then she asked the woman when the "other things would be ready, and heard the answer, "two weeks". Once we were back home, Karen let me enjoy and evening of unfettered television, and another really good meal. That night she gave me a nightgown and I slept soundly for twelve straight hours.

In the morning Karen attached the U shaped attachment to my head and bolted me to the wall with my hand cuffed behind me of course. "This is a reminder to you that I am still in charge Missy. Since you agreed to stay with me, and since of course you're now worthless as a husband, I think it's time that you started to pay your own way now." I knew my eyes went wide, but she went on as if nothing had happened. "I have arranged for various people to rent you out, but with the understanding that any thing they do is to further your training, and to satisfy your first customer, I have to go out and pick up a few things. Don't go anywhere!" She closed and locked the door as she left, leaving me to wonder what this was going to mean.

Karen returned two hours later, and without a word pushed a needle into my nipple and secured a steel ring through it, then did the other one. "Spread your legs Missy." I did as she told me and felt the searing pain as she did the same, three times, putting steel rings in my labial folds. Then she did my nose and each ear. "These rings are the best Missy. Stainless steel, they don't rust, bend, and will hold a lot of weight. You should be very happy you have them!" "I am, thank you Karen." Her smile was wide as she unbolted me from the wall. "Sit here Missy" she said, and I complied, then she put in my earplugs and a penis gag. The goggles went over my head and then the helmet was slipped on and bolted in place. Once again I found myself behind bars, unable to talk and barely able to hear. The steel collar went around my neck and was secured to the helmet, and when she attached the leash, I was led to the familyroom and made to stand in one spot. "Very nice!" The male voice was deep and sounded strong, but I could not see the speaker. "Can she see?" "Vaguely, the goggles have fogged lenses, so she can see shapes and if you're close enough, some features, but generally no." "Excellent!" I felt his hand on my back, then his lips as they took the ring in my right nipple into his mouth. All at once I felt a weight pulling my left breast downward, the pain intense, but I managed to stand perfectly still as a matching weight was attached to the other. "Now jump up and down Missy." I instantly did as I was told and the weights tore into me as they began to swing back and forth. "That's enough for now Missy, you can stop."

Silence reigned, the earplugs working just fine, but I stood there, not moving, unsure of what was happening. The man removed the weights and his lips once again found my nipples, kissing them until they stood out nice and straight, my body quivering for release, which of course would never come. He took me to his car and I was put in the seat and strapped in, then he drove me to his house where I was taken to a place that might have been a garage. He removed the helmet, goggles and earplugs, leaving the gag in place. "I have the body mold that was taken of you Missy, and I have created the ultimate in a training tool. Karen tells me you have sucked off a few men, but not many, so I am going to change that." I stood as he used a wheeled cart to roll out what looked like a short plywood box, then opened it. "Get in. Put your feet in place and hold your head up." I did as he told me, and found myself in a kneeling position, my hands together, just in front of my mouth. Now we can begin." He used the U shaped device to hold my head up, then filled the box with some kind of foam. When he was done, he removed the sides of the box, and I found myself sealed into a square with my breasts, hands, and head outside of the foam, the rest sealed in. "Try to get out Missy." No matter how I tried to move, I was unable to create even the smallest bit of leverage. I shook my head no. "Excellent!" he stood in front of me and removed the gag, then unzipped his pants.

My hands had enough movement in them that I was able to take him in my hand, and then into my mouth, but his hands found my head, and he guided me until he filled me. "That's very good Missy! "You'll start tonight!" Then he left me like that, turning off the lights as he left. It seemed like forever, but it was actually only three hours before he returned and fed me. Eat well Missy, you'll have a long night, and I have to get you into position pretty soon." I ate until I was full, then he used the same wheeled cart to move me to a place near a wall, in what looked like a dungeon. Then he put my goggles back on, only with the lenses blacked out, the earplugs back in my ears, and of course, the helmet was bolted on. I was now blind, deaf, and unable to move. Some time later I felt something on my lips and opened my mouth. It was the first of many that I sucked that night. The man moved me back to the garage, and using plain water, hosed me down, and the foam melted away! Stiff and unable to move well, he helped removed all of my restraints, then helped me into a shower. The hot water was like an elixir, and I let it wash away the pain. Later he tied me to the bed and I slept well.

In the morning he used the U device to hoist me to my toes, with my hands cuffed in front of me. "This is the very best on the market Missy. Karen asked me to make sure you wore it, so I get the honors. He removed my chastity belt, washed me down, and then put a new collar on me and bolted it shut. "Karen asked me to tell you that you no longer need the chastity belt. She did ask me to attach this collar however. I've sealed the bolt with an adhesive so it won't come loose. Your clothes are in the bedroom, and I want you to go get dressed, then make breakfast." He released me, and naked, I went into the bedroom to get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and saw that I had the shape and look of a female now. My vagina had grown hair and now looked perfectly natural, my breasts were full, my waist narrow, and my hips wider. On the bed I found thong panties and slipped them on, then the pantyhose. The dress was of course, quite short and low cut. The bra was one of the newer Pushemup styles, and when I had it on my breasts threatened to jump out of the cups with every movement. The dress went over my head and I zipped it up, stepped into the shoes, and brushed out my hair. With no need for lipstick, I went into the kitchen and made breakfast.

He allowed me to eat as well, but standing up, then he took me back to Karen's house. For some reason she was very angry, and began to take it out on me. I had to clean the house top to bottom before she calmed down. "Missy, we need to talk, come sit here with me." I sat as she talked. "Legally we are still married you know, but I think we both understand that as a man, well, you're no longer a man, and I need a man in my life." She drew in a breath and stared at me. "I've met someone Missy, and I want a divorce." "But what about me! I'll have nobody!" "The man I have met doesn't know about you and I'm not going to tell him Missy. If you want to stay you'll have to accept him as my husband. You would be our maid, and later, if I have children, our nanny, but nothing more." I wanted to tell her my training wasn't done yet, but I knew the look on her face and kept silent. "I have many friends that will gladly take you in and continue your training, but I cannot guarantee that they will be as thoughtful as I was. I only tell you this because I need you to sign the papers Missy, and if you do, you may chose your new trainer yourself."

"The man I was with yesterday?" "Yes, he is willing to take you in, but he will go further than you ever imagined Missy. I'm sure it will be painful at times, but he is a thoughtful man and will look after you, and see that by the time he is done you will be thoroughly trained." In my heart I realized that I liked the man that had me last night, and my time in the box was very interesting, if a bit painful, and I was sure he would find other ways to help me, so I nodded my head yes. "I have the papers, let me get them." I signed where she told me too, and she had me load the car with all of our toys, then drove me to the mans house. "His name is Man, and that's what you call him Missy. Don't forget that!" "I won't." He was waiting for us, and helped us unload the car, then, just before she left Karen kissed me on the lips and wished me luck. "You'll never see her again Missy. Follow me." He walked inside and then into a small room. "This is your room. It has a bath in here." He showed me, then attached the U device to my head and handcuffed me. I was raised to my toes and left there as he closed the door. Some time later he released me and let me sit on a chair. "I have some rules Missy, and we must both go by them. You have agreed to be here and I have agreed to continue your training. You must agree that you will do whatever I say, when I say to do it. I agree not to harm you beyond what is necessary to complete that portion of your training. Can we agree on that?" "Yes sir." "Excellent! I also agree that you will have time to take care of yourself, feed yourself, get you a doctor if needed, and as a bonus, I agree to let you have one day a week to do as you wish,…if you complete the training for that week." "Thank you sir."

"Tonight I am having a party, and you will be the hostess of course. You'll have no restraints of any kind tonight Missy." I started to smile, then he told me why. "Of course, you'll be naked except for your shoes, the entire time, and I expect you to take care of anyone that asks you." Before I could speak he told me the food was in the kitchen and for me to set the tables and prepare for the party. By the time I was done with that, he jerked his head towards my room and I went in to undress. I did add a bit of perfume, but other than the collar and the shoes, I was naked when I walked back out. I stood as tall as I could, proud of my new body, which made him smile. "Very nice Missy, very nice! Now stand and wait at the door." I stood where he told me, and as the guests started to arrive I greeted each one with a smile. I no longer felt the bite of embarrassment, and being naked was actually better than being tied up, so I was able to smile quite easily. As I moved around the room, I felt hands on my ass I passed, and then, after dinner was served, I was told to kneel in the middle of the floor. A soft blindfold was slipped over my eyes and almost at once, someone held my head and pulled it close. It was a woman. My tongue found her and I began to caress her slit. She held me tighter to her, and then in a gush, she released. Her hands left me head and I heard her gasp. Then a man. One after another all of our guests stood in front of me, and I took care of all of them. "Damn! She's good Man, where did you find her?" I did not hear his response, but was allowed to get up and have a cola to drink.

After the guests had left, Man told me that we would start the serious training in the morning, but because I had done so well, he would delay the hardest part. He handcuffed me to the bed, at my request, and closed the door. In the morning, after 15 minutes in the bath, he let me eat, then attached the U device to my head and took me to his dungeon where he bolted it to the wall. Naked, I was gagged and my arms stretched out and secured to the wall. I was facing him as he opened a box and took out a new helmet. "I had this made just for you Missy, but before I put it on you, I want you to understand that it will fit tightly, and to make sure that you cannot get it off, I intend to use some adhesive." He showed it to me, and I saw that it had four strong bars attached to the front, across the face, with a grill under that. There were no holes in it at all. "The glue lasts ten days Missy, so eventually I'll be able to take it off. This is an exercise in learning futility. You will learn that I control you in every way and you have no recourse. Now, shall we begin?" he did not wait for me to say yes.

As he worked on me he told me what he was doing along the way. "This is a new gag. It has a hole in it so I can feed you, now open wide." He took the old one out and shoved the new one in all of the way, using the straps to hold it in place tightly. "Now we fix your hair." The shears removed my hair almost to the scalp, falling to the floor in a pile, then, "Now it will get hard for you to hear me Missy, but it has to be done." He dipped the earplugs in the adhesive and pushed one into each ear and my world went almost silent. Goggles like the old aviators used were slipped on, then, using a brush, he put glue all over my head and tugged the helmet into place. The chinstrap held it down, then I felt him secure it to the steel collar I wore. All at once I could not move my head, and the thin slits in the goggles gave me only the slightest vision. "If I use this vibrator you can hear me Missy, I know you can. I have more to do, so just relax." I felt a new chastity belt being pulled up my legs, then the pressure of the dildo as it entered me. I felt, rather than heard, the click of the lock as Man made the chastity belt secure.

All at once I felt a weight pulling on the chastity belt! "It's a weight to help you learn how to strand up straight." The vibration sent his voice into the bone over my ear and I understood most of what he had said. I felt him untie my hands, then they were attached to the chastity belt. Some kind of grease was smeared all over me, then he unbolted me and I was raised off the floor. I felt the hot liquid as it covered me. He was lowering me into some kind of vat! He did that several times, sinking me to my neck every time. Then he set me on the floor. "You are now a living statue Missy!" He left me there, and no matter what I tried I was unable to move! Later, he used a cart to move me to the living room, standing me in the corner, facing the front door. That night he fed me through a straw, then left me there. That went on for two days before he removed the stuff and I was able to move again.

Each day I cleaned the house, naked except for what he had attached to me, and at the end of a week he opened the slits in the goggles a bit. Another week went by before he was able to remove the glue and the helmet. "You may shower and clean up Missy, but come right back here so I can check you out." He did a very thorough check, then let me eat my first solid food in two weeks. "I cleaned the helmet Missy, and I like the look so much your going to wear it all of the time. Sit still." Without the glue, he slipped the helmet on my head, bolted it in place, and then used the straps to once again secure it to the collar. "Now this." He showed me an all metal bra! He fastened it around me, and with a click, the lock snapped into place. I now had on the helmet, the metal bra, and my chastity belt and shoes. "I thought a day at the beach might be fun Missy, and here you are, all ready to go!" I started to say something but thought better of it and stayed silent. He drove right through town, with me firmly belted in, my hands handcuffed to the sides of the seat, so everyone could see me. He didn't break one speed law.

At the beach he clipped a leash to my collar and led me to a spot and put down a towel. "You can just lay back and relax Missy, get a good tan and enjoy the day." As he was saying that he was driving a stake in the ground to hold my leash. I had no chance of moving even if I wanted to. As the day wore on, a lot of people stopped and stared at me which was terrible, but as the sun went higher in the sky the metal began to get warm, then hot. Man was sitting next to me on a towel, under a sunshade as I baked in the sun. Finally he released me from the stake, and as I carried all of our things to the car, some kid poked me. The pain was excruciating, but Man did nothing. I put everything in the car and he once again belted me in and drove home. He was merciful and removed every device once I was back in my room. "Tend to your burns Missy, and because you did so well in the last two weeks you may sleep unfettered tonight."

It was so unusual for me to sleep unfettered that I had a hard time falling asleep! In the morning Man gave me a wig to wear and told me to get dressed. "Wear the red corselet and panty set with the white dress and red shoes, and wear makeup of course." The lotion he gave me soothed the burns, and after a shower I dressed as he told me. I found him in his office. "Sit down please Missy, we have a lot to talk about." I sat on the chair and looked at him. "We have to discuss some training issues. So far you have been exemplary and I can find no fault of any kind. But now we have to take you to the next level of submissiveness. In every way, you look, act, walk, talk and dress like a woman, and since I like you this way I think we should continue with you in the female gender. The question is, do you enjoy being a female of any kind? Will you respond as a female at all times no matter what? You are a male of course, but not many know that, and I prefer to keep it that way, but I feel we need to see if you have become a female all the way to the core of your being, a submissive female in every way. You will have today completely free to do as you wish Missy, but starting tomorrow we will see if you are the female I think you are. You may go now." The words that stuck in my mind were "female of any kind", and I just knew that whatever he had in mind it was going to be totally different, maybe even exciting. He gave me some money and the keys to the car, and I left to just window shop and have lunch out.

It was a wonderful day out, but what Man said kept nagging at me. All I could do was wait and see what he had in mind. I found out the next morning when he woke me. "Just wear a skirt and blouse Missy. We have a short trip to make." An hour later he walked me into a small brown building. The man standing there looked like an elf he was so short! "This is the woman?" Man nodded his head yes and the elf smiled at me. "This is only moderately painful dear, and it only lasts a short time. Come with me." We followed him into a large portion of the building where he told me to strip and stand there. I did as he told me and watched as he set up his tools.

"Missy" Man said, "For this to be successful, I have to give you the choice. There are three choices here for you, none of them pleasant, but necessary. He can turn you into a pony, complete with hooves and a tail, with a nice warm coat, or he can coat you with a vinyl substance in a way that you will never enjoy human touch again, or lastly, you will be turned into a whore. As a pony you will live in a barn but have your own stall and be well cared for, but as a pony. If you elect to be coated in vinyl you will still live with me, but every inch of your skin will be covered in a way that prohibits skin to skin touch. As a whore you will be required to pay me $300 a week for your upkeep. All of your teeth will be taken out to help you make to money you will need to pay me. Now then, which do you select?" It was true, he did give me the choice, and none of them sounded the least bit inviting, but I didn't want to leave him, and I didn't want to be a whore, so…"The vinyl I guess." "An excellent choice my dear. Now you may have the choice of the color. Red, bright blue, or yellow." I was going to stick out no matter what, and I liked blue. I told him and the elf removed my chastity belt then shaved my groin area.

"This is the same stuff they use to coat the handles on pliers and so on Missy. It's quite durable and almost indestructible. I have a few things to do before we get to that though, and I need you to stand very still." I did as he told me, then he handcuffed me and raised my hands over my head so that I was stretched out but flat footed. "Because you will no longer need any clothing, I will have to add a few things to let your master continue your training." On each ankle he attached a thinly padded metal cuff that had a big ring on the outside. Then around my waist he attached a new chastity belt that also had rings attached, one in front and back and one on each side. Around my neck he fastened a steel collar that had rings front and back, then came the metal bra. This one was different from the other I had worn. In the end of each cup there was a hole through which my nipples stuck out. "I'm using a well known adhesive on the clasp of the bra Missy. That way nobody can get to you." He made it a permanent part of me! He raised me off the floor and put some heavy metal heels on me and secured them with the same adhesive. Then he started to coat me with a white gel, using his hands to get it in everywhere. "Now we can begin the coating process."

He used a button on the hoist to move me over the vat, and I saw the bright blue of the coating coming closer as he quickly lowered me into it. I was raised and lowered several times, then he let me hang there while the excess dripped away. From just below my chin to the bottom of my shoes I was now a bright blue, even my fingers. After about half an hour he lowered me to the floor and had me wiggle my fingers, move my arms and walk a bit. "Excellent! Full mobility! Now comes the final touch." The helmet was set on my head and he used the bolt holes in my skull to secure it to my head. "These bolts are the one way type Missy, so that means that from now on the helmet will be part of you. I hope you like it!" I had no idea what the helmet looked like, all I knew was that I was staring at the thick bars of the front grill. "Of course you will want to have all of the options with the helmet Missy, so why not do it now? Before I could answer he pushed in the penis gag and secured it tightly with the strap. Then came the worse part. "These are contact lenses that have a small opening in the center. To the casual observer your eyes will be wide open when in fact you will be almost blind. Open wide Missy." He put in the contact lenses and my world instantly became very dark. I felt the helmet as he settled it on my head, then him putting in the bolts. I wondered how I was going to eat.

"All done now Missy, want to see the finished work?" He led me to a huge mirror, and with effort I was able to focus through the small holes and saw myself for the first time. I was blue from head to toe, shiny like leather, with a bright red helmet on my head. On top of the helmet, right down the middle from front to back was a rigid fin like affair that stuck up about six inches. My hands went to the helmet and while I knew my hand was on it, I felt nothing but the pressure of the touch. "You may go now Missy. Man told me to have you walk home. He is expecting you." The elf opened the door and gently pushed me outside. "The sidewalk is to your left Missy, and when you get there turn right. It's about two miles straight ahead. I'm sure that you know the way."

I started walking down the street, the vinyl coating shielding me from the sun, but the metal shoes made it hard to walk and I clunked along, drawing stares all the way home. I even went through a sprinkler, the water just beading up and rolling away. Man let me into the house, then had me stand so he could survey what the elf had done. "Very nice Missy! You look spectacular in that outfit!" He came over and unlatched the grill and raised it, then removed the gag and lenses before he reattached the grille. "I just have to try out this new suit Missy, come with me." I followed him into the basement and stood in the yellow dot. He had me kneel down, then he used short chains that went through the rings at my neck collar to pull my ankles up, then he ran the chain to the rings on my sides and secured them. Another chain went from my elbow rings, pulling them together and then back to my collar. I was now immobile. He opened the grille and told me to service him, and I did the best I could. When he was done he released the chains and had me stand up so he could reconnect them in a different way.

He used a spreader bar attached to my ankle rings, another on my elbow rings, in the back, then he hoisted me off the floor using the ring on the top of the helmet. The gag was put back in and a black bag went over my head and as I swung back and forth I had no idea what he was going to do. Then the paddle hit me. It was like a shot of lightning but he did not hesitate, and one after another the strokes hit me on the butt and I was afraid I would bleed inside the vinyl and nobody would know, but he continued until 50 very hard swats had struck me. "He told me that the vinyl would accentuate the strokes but protect my skin like leather, and it seems he was right." Man left me hanging there for the rest of the night, and I felt no pain at all, only hopelessness.

In the morning Man gave me the shopping list and some money, then told me I might as well get used to it because from now on this was the new me. "People might stare at first Missy, but after a while they'll get used to it. Now open wide." The gag was put back in and the grille shut and locked in place. "Take the car Missy, you'll have a lot of things to bring home." I looked like a rubber queen with a helmet on, but I had no choice and did as he told me. At the store people did stare at me, but I was unable to respond because of the gag, which some of the adults saw. It was agony to be there like this, but it was a command, and I now knew the futility of resistance and simply did as I was told regardless of what people said or did.

Day after day he would send me on errands, and eventually I got used to the stares of other people and managed to ignore them. Twice I was told to leave the store, yet because I was always gagged I could not respond and had no choice but to leave. Each time I was punished because I had failed my errand even though I was sure he expected me to fail. Three months went by and I longed for the touch of another person. Only my lips were not coated, and all they ever felt was a penis being shoved into my mouth. The more I wanted to touch the more the agony of it all came over me. I was his in every way, like his chair or lamp. He had reduced me to nothing, but for some reason I did not understand, I knew it was best for me and simply did as I was told. As the year drew to a close, he hoisted me off my feet and used a very sharp knife to remove the vinyl and my bra, boots and chastity belt. My skin was white and wrinkled all over, and I looked hideous. Once I was on my feet he removed the helmet, goggles and gag.

"You have done well Missy, better than any other trainee I've ever had before." I stood there quietly as he looked me over from head to toe. "You're quite pretty Missy, and now you are fully trained and submissive, just like the proper woman should be. From this moment on you are free to do as you wish." Then his finger reached out and touched me. It was the first human touch in an entire year and I almost fell down from the excitement it gave me. "You may go to your room and clean up now. On the dresser you will find ointments that will help your skin return to normal." He smacked me on the ass and I went to my room, naked for the first time in a very long time. It took almost a week for my skin to return to normal. In the closet all of the toys had been removed, replaced by a wardrobe of fine dresses and skirts, new makeup and lingerie. On Friday he came to my room and told me that he had found a job for me.

"You are a woman now Missy and we both know that you still need direction, so I have found you a job as a maid and nanny for a nice couple. They will supply you with a room and uniforms, pay you a decent wage and you will have two days off each week. All of the clothes in this room are yours to keep by the way. You are to meet them at two in the afternoon tomorrow, so why don't you get dressed and go have your hair and nails done?" He handed me several hundred dollars and left the room, leaving me speechless!

I wore a nice skirt and blouse when I drove to the salon. The woman gasped when she saw me, told me I needed the works, which I could not deny, and I was quickly sent to a changing room. It took six hours, but I emerged from the salon a new woman. I had a sauna, massage, an oil rubdown, my hair cut and styled, my nails done and makeup as well. I felt and looked a lot better, and used some of the money to buy an ice cream. I savored every bit of it before I went back home. Man saw me and smiled. "You look very nice Missy. Lets go out to dinner tonight." I waited while he changed, and he drove us to the restaurant. This was all so new to me that I was having a hard time making sense of it. "Aren't you even a little bit curious as to the name of the couple? Or anything about them?" Of course I was, but my training did not let me ask. "I trust you sir." "Their name is Smith. Her name is…Karen, his is John." At first I did not put it together, then, all at once I knew. I was going to be working for my ex wife and her new husband! "Sir!" He held up his hand and I fell silent. "I did not plan this in any way Missy. I placed an ad and they answered it. Besides, it has been a long time since she has seen you, and you've changed so much that I doubt she will even recognize you now." He was right about that. It has been almost three years since she saw me last, and I now have a very feminine shape, even a vagina of sorts. My hair is now auburn rather than the brown it used to be, curly where it used to be straight, 36 D breasts instead of falsies, with hips to match. "There is one thing however. You will be asked to wear a chastity belt. Karen says that having another woman in the house will tempt her husband, so to make sure that nothing happens, she has requested that you wear one. She even sent it over today. Tonight we can forget that. But in the morning I will have to put you in it."

I had worn a chastity belt for so long that I almost felt naked without it, so I said nothing. Besides, I am not a female, and sex with a male as a woman is not possible. Oral or anal maybe, but not vaginal. "Only she and I will have keys Missy, which means that you have to ask her or I to remove it. Okay?" "As you wish sir." He said nothing more about it and we had a wonderful night out, my first in so long that I do not remember the last time I was able to just have a nice dinner at a restaurant.

That night I slept alone, unchained as promised, but in the morning Man came in and fastened the new chastity belt on me. It was stainless steel with a small lock that was built in. When he was done I finished getting dressed, wearing a modest skirt and simple blouse with short heels and my hair, nails, and makeup perfect. He had me sit on the sofa, then told me that I was my own person now. "Other than the chastity belt, you are free to come and go as you wish, date and so on. Karen gave you the name Missy, so I changed your name to Kelly Ann as an added precaution. I hope that you like the name." "I do sir." "Good. Any time you wish to quit she is required to give you the key and if she does not I will remove the belt for you. You have done well Kelly, and you deserve the chance to find someone that will make your life worthwhile." He gave me the keys to the car and I drove to my old house, knocking on the door right on the stroke of two. Karen answered the door and let me in, giving no sign that she recognized me.

"Kelly?" "Yes Ma'am. I'm here about the job offer." "Have we met before Kelly? You look a little familiar." "No Ma'am, I'm new in town." At least as Kelly I was new in town. I hoped she would not figure it out. Karen showed me around my old house and it was all I could do to stay silent. My room was bright and airy, all pink and white, and the money was very good, but I was uncomfortable there, which she picked up on. "Is something wrong Kelly?" "No Ma'am, it's just, well, I don't think I can work here for you." Karen did not like it, but she handed me the key to the chastity belt and as I left the house she smiled and waved. I was on my own now, a free woman, and could do as I wanted. I sat in the car trying to decide what I wanted when it came to me. I drove straight back to Man's house.

He admitted me and I stood there in front of him smiling. "I could not work there sir. I belong here with you so that you may continue my training." "I see. Tell me about it." "That was my house, I lived there with her as her husband. I would have to watch another man with her, help raise their child, and all the time remain apart from it. I do not think I can do that sir. The pain would be worse if Karen recognized me sir." He looked at me and smiled. "I take no offense that you turned it down Kelly, I didn't expect you to stay, it was a test." "A test sir?" He nodded his head yes and sat down. "I made you submissive, not stupid Kelly. Your training can continue of course, but the next level of submission is very dramatic and very few can handle it." He studied me, then asked me to sit down. "Just what is it you want from me?" The humiliation I felt during my training was now gone, and I missed it. Even I was surprised by that realization, but that's what I told him. "I see. There are a number of things I can do of course, all of them unpleasant, but if that is what you want…"

"Kelly, the only thing left for you is to serve the whim of your master. You have taken everything in your training with stride, and succeeded. You have managed to become a true submissive in every sense, yet you say you want me to train you further. If that is your wish, I shall of course do as you ask, however, I will find many new variations to train you. I hope you understand that what I will do is only what is required. Our contract will remain in force until you say otherwise. Is that good enough?" "Yes Master." "To take the next step is going to be painful Kelly." He sat looking at me, waiting for my answer. I now had nothing at all except myself, and even that was worthless, so I nodded my head yes.

"You and I will go out tonight to celebrate your decision. Go get ready." I did as he told me, then he took me to the best restaurant in town for the finest meal I ever had. "In the morning we will begin. We will start at nine." I slept soundly that night, naked and tied to the bed at my request. In the morning Man woke me, let me use the bath, then fed me a small breakfast. After I did the dishes he took me to the training room in the basement. He attached the U bracket to my head, bolted it to the wall, then spread my arms out and made them secure as well. "The ultimate in submission is to give up your humanity Kelly. By that I mean that I could turn you into a sheep, or a dog, or maybe a pony. They break and reset your bones in a certain way so that you have movement similar to a four footed animal, remove your vocal chords and sometimes, remove the fingers and toes to make it easier for them to secure the paws or hooves. I will not do that just yet, or maybe never. I want you to understand that you now belong to me, just as this house does. If I decide that you shall be a pony, then that is what will happen." The idea that he could, and might, turn me into an animal terrified me, yet I said nothing. He saw it in my eyes. Without a word he slipped the chastity belt around me and made it secure, then, as I watched, he poured glue into the lock! The spreader bar was attached, pushing my ankles out to the side, then he clipped a weight to each nipple ring. The pain was excruciating, and as I started to scream he pushed a gag into my mouth and made it secure. "This is a test of patience. I will return in a while. I have to run to the hardware store to get some new toys for us to play with."

Before he left he shut the lights off, leaving me with only my pain. By the time he returned my nipples had gone numb from the pain, and I was bleeding. I could feel the blood dripping. The lights clicked on, then he walked up, saw the blood, and removed the weights. He pulled a table up close, and set out what he had bought. "These new bolts, unlike the ones we used on you before, truly are one way bolts. Once I tighten them, they will be fixed in place and become almost impossible to remove." He set those down, and set up several buckets, then began to mix different chemicals together. "What I'm mixing up is and epoxy of sorts. Talking about making you into an animal gave me the idea that we might be able to do something similar, but without any major surgery." Trained to stay silent, I said nothing as he continued to stir and mix. Then he opened another box and took out two shiny hooves! He slipped one on each foot, then poured the epoxy into the thin gap. I felt the stuff as it oozed between my toes, rising until my entire foot was encased. He did the other foot, then sat back, waiting as the epoxy set up. I looked down and saw a pair of horses hooves, and my heart sank. Once he was satisfied, he released me from the wall and spread me over the table, which he raised up. My hands hung down as he slipped a long glove like sleeve up my arm. "Grab onto the handle and hold on tight Kelly. I did as he told me, then he again poured the epoxy. He did my other hand like the first, leaving me with only hooves. I now had no fingers, and could no longer manipulate even a doorknob.

"Get on all fours Kelly, let me see you walk around." I had a hard time with the rhythm of walking on all fours, and the constant clip clop of the hooves scared me. He made me stay on all fours all afternoon, then he let me walk to the kitchen where he fed me. I could walk upright, the hooves almost like wearing heels. But the ability to manage even the largest object was gone. There was no question that I was now at his mercy for everything. Just about the time that realization set in, he had me sit down. My head was shaved again, and the same helmet I wore before was set on my head. The fin was still there, red and shiny. He made it secure to my head with bolts, then snapped the grill in place. He sat across from me, smiling. "You are now unable to do even the smallest thing Kelly. I will give you two weeks before we move to the next step." He took me to the basement and simply used a thin cable stretched from my collar to the wall to hold me there. Since I had no way of getting free, I was stuck there. When he left, he turned on the nightlight, then closed and locked the door.

That night he returned and fed me by hand, using food run through the blender. That went on for what I assumed was a week, then he removed the helmet, but left me tied to the wall. When he showed up the next time, he was carrying a bucket in each hand. Without a word he set the on the floor, then moved across the room and sat down to watch. One bucket had water in it, the other what looked like oatmeal. The implication was obvious, so I dropped to all fours, and stuck my head in the pail filled with oatmeal. Dry, it tasted terrible, but I washed it down with water, almost drowning myself in the process. By the third day of that I yearned for real food again, but had no option. I had given him my life. At the end of what I was sure was almost a month, I had learned how to eat the oatmeal without choking on the dryness of it. I lost twenty pounds, and was now very skinny. Man released me from the wall, then dissolved the epoxy, removed the hooves, helmet, chastity belt and collar. Then he helped me up the stairs and into a shower.

He let me sleep in a bed, undisturbed for two days, then woke me. He fed me, slowly at first, but over the next two days I regained some of my strength. "We are hosting a party on Saturday night, and in celebration of the event I have constructed something I'm sure everyone will like. You will be the hostess of course, and once again you will wear nothing except your shoes and the collar. Oh, and a wig of course. You have three days to clean the house and get ready." He gave me a shift to wear, and right after we ate, I began cleaning the house. On Saturday morning I was allowed to go shopping, then I prepared the buffet to his orders. Promptly at six he told me to get undressed, put on the black spike heels and brush out my wig. I did not have a chastity belt on, yet I looked like a naked female, complete with a vagina, courtesy of the friendly doctor Karen had used. One by one I greeted our guests, invited them to the buffet, and smiled the whole time. It looked about an equal number of men and women, but one never knows. Man was ebullient, I served drinks and endured the occasional pinch on the ass. When everyone had their fill, Man took me by the hand into a new room. I had not been in the room before, not even when cleaning because it was always locked.

"Just climb up there and lay on your stomach Kelly." I did as he asked, then he slipped a belt around me and handcuffed one hand to each side of the belt. My knees were on the floor on one side, my head hung over the edge on the other side. Then he pulled down a wall of sorts. "This is made like those tools they use to transfer designs Kelly. Nobody on one side can see what someone is doing on the other side. This allows you to lick the women on this side while the men use you on the other side of the wall." He stood back, made sure he was satisfied, then opened the door and let our guests in. In fact, it was a man that slipped under my mouth first. As his dick slipped between my lips I felt the sting of a paddle on my ass. It was all I could do not to bite down. While I did my best to suck him off, the paddle stopped and someone slipped into me. He was pounding away at my ass while the man I was sucking unloaded. Then there was a lull. Finally a woman slipped under me and I used my tongue on her, bringing her to climax three times before someone else poked me in the ass. When she was done I was exhausted, but my ass was still full of a male. There was nothing I could do except take it.

Man himself slipped under me, but before I could take him he blindfolded me. Then I took him. I felt the sting of the paddle several more times, sucked at least ten more men, and was screwed in the ass twice that number. Then I was released, allowed to clean up, then returned to the room. A young girl was standing in the middle of the room, scared to death. "Take your clothes off Misty." It was an order, so the girl began to undress. Her breasts were small but pert and firm, her waist narrow and her hips lush. "The panties too Misty." She slipped them down, and we all saw that she was a male. Her penis was all shriveled up, barely a nub. Her master put the belt around her, handcuffed her like I was, and had her fall to her knees. "This girl is a virgin. She is docile to a fault, obedient, and as you can see, quite pretty. Her mother wanted her trained to be the perfect wife, which means she must know how to take care of her husband. Man, would you like the honor of being first?"

Unable to do anything but watch, Man took her head in his hands and pushed against her lips. She let it slip into her mouth as man held her quite still, not moving at all. Then he began to stroke back and forth. When he filled her mouth, he held it closed and she was forced to swallow his cum. The she did the unthinkable. She spoke. "Sir. May I have my hands free sir? I can do better if I can touch. Please sir, I want to do my best sir." Her Master almost choked when she spoke, but Man released her hands, watching as the next man stepped forward. She actually smiled as she took his member in her hand, then fondled his balls while her lips surrounded him and drew him into her. Her hand was massaging him at the same time her lips were firmly wrapped around him. The man exploded with a grunt, then smiled as Misty licked him clean, swallowing his cum with a smile. Her Master also smiled, then stepped forward to let her take him. Misty did all of the men first, then she had to lick all of the women. I was last. She grabbed my thighs as I spread my legs, and buried her face into my pussy. I felt her tongue as she licked me, and for the first time in a very long time I felt release. Misty sat back on her legs and smiled at me. Her Master quickly handcuffed her and stood her in the corner.

Misty and her Master stayed after everyone had left. The men left Misty locked in the room with me. "I hope I was good enough Kelly, my mother says I have to be obedient for my husband." I recognized the signs. She was in love with her training, just as I was. They left us in the room for an hour or so, then I was allowed to go to bed. Misty and her Master were in another room. In the morning, still naked, I got up and made coffee and a small breakfast for Man and Master. They both complimented me on the breakfast, then told me I could eat and feed Misty. He said I would find her in their room. Misty was hanging from the ceiling, by a U shaped bracket just like my own! Her hand were handcuffed to her sides. A gag was in her mouth, and she was asleep when I walked in. I woke her, removed all of the restraints, and allowed her to eat. This might be my only chance, so I asked her about how she got to be here.

"My mother always wanted a girl, so that's how she raised me. When I started puberty, she began my hormone treatments, so nobody ever found out. Since she always demanded my very best, I asked her if there was a way to help me become a better woman, and she sent me to Master. He was nice enough to put these devices in my head to help train me." Misty had gone mad. Slowly, over a period of time, her mind had become unable to tell reality from fantasy. Her eyes were glazed over, wide open as if she were in awe, and she tended to babble when she talked. She would never become a wife. An object perhaps, but never a wife. At age twenty or so, she would have a long life of training to a goal she could never reach. I helped her get dressed, then I went in and put on my shift before I led the girl to the kitchen. Master took her away, and I began to clean the house. "Kelly." "Yes sir?" "What did you think of Misty, and tell me the truth." "She has gone mad sir. Her mother has driven the girl into madness, and now Master has installed the same bracket on her that I have. When I went to get her this morning, she was hanging from the ceiling, a gag in her mouth, sound asleep and smiling. She will never become a wife sir, she is too far gone." "Master and I also share that opinion Kelly. We cannot recover her mind, but we can make her life easier, and eliminate her madness at the same time." I desperately wanted to ask how, but he told me to finish cleaning up, then to get all dolled up. We were going out to dinner.

Master took Misty away with him, and I changed clothes, put on my wig, and my best dress. Man and I went to a restaurant down by the river. Over dinner he questioned me about Misty again. "Her eyes were glazed over all evening, which is the first thing I noticed, then the way she gave up her virginity so easily. One or the other would not have stood out, and even then it was all of the little things taken together Sir. Misty didn't even complain when I was there alone with her. In my opinion she has drifted to a place that nobody can hurt her anymore." "Master is going to talk to her mother today Kelly. He is going to tell her that Misty has gone mad, and his recommendation will be that she be put someplace she can get help." He paused and sighed. "Her mother is the one that really needs the training Kelly. I met her once. She's a cold hearted stone bitch of the first order. Misty never had a chance."

In the morning I was told to wear a skirt and blouse with flats. "Look your best Kelly. We are picking up Misty's mother and taking her to a place where Misty will no longer suffer her pain of madness." On the way he told me what was going to happen. "The doctor will turn Misty into a pony, using surgery to make it impossible for her to ever return to her human form Kelly. He is very thorough, and when he is done, Misty will simply exist for his pleasure. Misty's mother was waiting for us when we drove up. My first impression is that Man was right. This woman defines the word cold. We drove to the clinic, arriving before Master and Misty. When they showed up, Master had gagged her, her hands were in handcuffs, her ankles saddled with heavy manacles. Even if she wanted to, escape was impossible.

Short and squat, the doctor had a dapper little goatee and twinkling eyes. "Leave the gag in Master, I must speak with her mother without any noise from the child." He gave Misty's mother a hard glaring look, pointed to a chair, then scowling, he sat in a chair facing the woman. "You have driven the girl mad. She will never become the woman you wish Madam. Your excessive cruelty to her has made it impossible. People like Master and Man are professionals at training their people, but what you have done is so far beyond anything they do that I cannot imagine how you could do this to your own child. Is there anything you wish to say?" The woman was shocked at the way the doctor spoke to her, and she had an angry look on her face. Her lips were but a thin red line as she gathered herself before she spoke. "Misty has always rebelled against me, and I had no choice but to bring her under submission! She does not look mad to me doctor." We all looked at Misty who was sitting on the floor, completely wrapped in chains, gagged, but smiling as she rocked back and forth. "You are delusional yourself Madam. The girl is of no use to anyone as she is now." He looked at Man, then Master, and finally, at me before he spoke again. "The person that deserves to be here is you Madam, and since you are, I will tell you in great detail what I am going to do." Just then he raised a small dart gun and shot her! The dart hit her in the neck, and as I watched, she froze in place.

"I have only immobilized you Madam. You can hear me, but not react to what I am going to say. Misty will be surgically turned into a pony. I will take her mind almost at once so she does not have to live through what I must do to protect her. You however, will retain your mind for a long time. You will remember what it was like to be a human, walk and talk, eat at nice places and wear nice clothes, but you will also be a pony, living in a barn as any animal would. You will be well cared for, but your humanity will be gone. Only your mind will remain. Gag her Kelly, I do not care to hear my ponies speak." I did as he told me, then watched as the men carried Misty and her mother into the back of the clinic. "I will do the mother first to eliminate any trouble. Come back in a week if you like."

When we did return, the doctor took us to see the woman. When I saw her I was shocked to the core! She was in the sling, unable to move. The doctor told us she had no sensation in her hands or feet, and her head was strapped in a small cradle. She could not move at all. About then the doctor came in, smiling at her. "Morning little one. To fill you in, I have done all of the preliminary surgery, and we are simply waiting for you to heal up. Would you like to see?" Since she could not move, it was a redundant question. He rolled a huge mirror in front of her, and as she looked at herself, I saw the tears come to her eyes. Her once beautiful face was a mass of scars and stitches. Her lower jaw had been extended as well as her upper jaw. The doctor told us he used a special coral that induces bone growth. "They will both have very strong jaws, just like any animal, and the bone will be as solid as if they had been born with it." He had flattened the septum by removing it and replaced it with a smaller one. Her hands were gone now. In place of them he had fashioned hooves, inky black and heavy looking. Her elbow now went the other way, and her hair had been shaved to a thick Mohawk which hung to the side now. "One of the first things I did was to slit her vocal chords. That way I don't have to listen to her bitching, even though her tongue is no longer enough to make speech in the larger cavity of her mouth." The woman stared at me, her eyes filled with sadness and the reality that her life had changed forever.

"I have also completed the surgery on the child, but I took her mind almost at once. She still has her male equipment, so I will remedy that to make her a viable mare as well. As I said, I will leave the woman's mind intact so that she can experience everything that's happening to her. Maybe later, but at the right time I will take that as well." He checked the stitches, changed some bandages, then he lowered the sling until she felt her hooves on the floor. "You can stand up. Not upright of course, but on all fours, try it." She stood there, shaky for a minute, then he removed the sling and took a bit and bridle from the wall. He grabbed her neck and held her as the bit was pushed into her mouth. The disks were slightly serrated, and she shied away as he pushed them between her cheeks and gums, hurting her as he adjusted the bindings before the bridle was put on. "You need to learn how to walk before we teach you to run, so lets walk in a circle." He yanked on the reins and the woman took her first steps, her hooves clip clopping on the hard floor. Man, Master and I sat and watched as the doctor walked her for an hour before he tied the reins to the wall.

He showed us Misty, who was calming standing there on all fours, just as if she had been born that way. She looked at us with no recognition in her eyes. "I still have to move the eyes on both of them of course, then they will be fitted for a tail, and lastly they will get their coats. The woman will be black, the filly roan. " As we watched, his hands rubbed her breasts, caressing them slowly, then he unzipped his pants and his hardness popped out. "It will have no meaning if I force the filly, but the woman, that's different. We followed him into the other room and saw the woman turn and look at us. The doctor moved her reins to the table and stood in front of her. "Take it woman, do the best you can and I will reward you." She remained stubborn and the doctor merely reached out and thumped her on the nose. She glared at him as her lips went over him. Then he pulled her head closer, driving himself deeper into her. He held her head as his entire member went in and out, yet she did not gag. When he had finished he pulled away and smiled at me. "For that you get a reward"` he said, then he placed a bucket of dry oatmeal in front of her with a pail of water next to it. Then he told us to leave.

Man and I were shocked by what we had seen, and while I knew that it might be the best for Misty, the woman earned her punishment every day since Misty was born. I felt no remorse or pain for her in any way. If anything, I would have dipped her in vinyl like had been done to me, glue on the helmet, bolt it in place, and let her go. While the vinyl might come off, the helmet would be there forever, a clear sign that she was a very crazy person. Man was also shaken, so all he did for me was to bracket me to the wall for the rest of that day and all night. In the morning, at the doctors urging, we returned to see what was next.

The next day the woman was back in the sling, given another shot, then he finished his work. When she was awake again he lowered her to the floor and took her into another room. The doctor said her hooves were heavier, and her back wouldn't hurt now. I saw that she could feel something brushing the backs of her legs. Once again he used the bit and bridle, then tied her to a post in the middle of the room, then he pulled the mirror out so she could see. Her ears had been made longer, the eyes set slightly wider apart, and she had a tail now! He forced her head into a cradle, tied her in place, then pulled up a stool and began to tattoo her lips black, as well as her nose, vagina, and nipples. She was moving around from the pain, so he utilized the rings in her nipples by tying them to a heavy weight with short chains. Now, every time she moved the pain was intense. He said nothing as he worked, her pain meaning little to him. When he was done he moved her to a table and began to fit her coat.

"This is the very best available. Silk lined with a heavy leather over that, form fitted specifically to her from molds I made the other day. The color is black by the way." As he worked, she could smell the glue as it melted, holding the coat firmly in place. He worked rapidly until he got to the head piece. "This might hurt a bit, hold still." He yanked it down over her head, pulling it down until the eyes fit in the sockets, the ears firmly incased, then he used the glue to hold it to the rest of the suit. "Now that your skin is protected I'm moving you to the barn, and as I told you, you'll have your own stall." He tugged on the reins and she followed him, her hooves making a thud on the rubber floor. Going down the stairs was tricky, but he waited for the new mare, then he walked her out to the barn and into a stall. He tied the reins to the back wall, tight enough that she had little movement, then he clipped short chains to her nipple rings and vagina ring. "This is for your own protection. I have a stallion That is ready to breed, and I don't want you moving around."

We watched as she sensed the stallion was in her stall, then his nose as he smelled her first, then all at once, she felt his weight on her back as he mounted her. The stallion must have felt huge as he thrust back and forth, filling her with his seed. When he was done the doctor took him away and released her. "In the morning you will start your training, and I promise you that it will be rigorous." He untied her, then shut the door to the stall. I saw her look around, see the tall boards that defined her world now, smelled the odor of waste, and knew that she had been made to suffer the final submission.

"Let me show you the filly." Man and I stood there, looking over the wooden stall at a small chestnut colored pony. She was not secured in any way, and turned to look at us, her mouth full of the oatmeal we saw in her pail. "I'll have a mate for her soon. I have a volunteer about her age. I'll mate them so that that can be together." I got sick and ran outside, threw up, then Man took me home. Two days later we were invited back.

The cart was tall with car tires on it, red and black. The doctor led the woman out of the stall and fastened the gear around her then the cart was attached. He climbed on, then the touch of the whip on her rump. "Giddup" he shouted and she struggled to move the heavy cart. At his urging we joined him on the cart as she strained until at last it moved, working hard as she gained some momentum as the road turned to the left. Then I saw the small rise and wondered if she could do it. She gave it all she had and began to run, all four of her hooves digging into the dirt, throwing a spray behind her as she galloped towards the rise. The whip touched her again and the pain, while tolerable, still made her work harder. She made the rise and then, back at the barn, he detached the cart, removed the tack, and let her out into the pasture.

The mare, once a stern, vile woman, who always got her way, was still trying to get used being treated as an animal, and standing on all fours, was a pitiful sight. She looked down and saw that her hooves, once shiny and clean were now dirty. Then I saw the doctor set up some tools. He went into the pasture, used a rope, and caught her by the neck. He led her to a post, tied her to it, then told her to stand still, or it was going to hurt. I saw the hint of steel, and realized that he was going to shoe her! She pulled hard on the ropes, trying to get away, so he merely sat the heavy weight under her and secured her with the rings and chains again. Man and I watched as he fitted the shoes, then drove them home with long nails. When he was done, he released her, watching as she ran away. The clip clop of the new shoes drove home her predicament, and she stopped running.

I opened the gate to the other pasture, and she ran inside. Then, a moment later the filly Misty was brought out and released into the pasture. I watched as the mare moved closer to the filly, and nestle her neck. Misty bit her and moved away. I heard the gate open and a tall golden stallion was let into the pasture. He galloped over to the filly, sniffed, looked for the mare, caught her scent, then ran to her. With no speech, the stallion did nothing at first, then he nudged her, once, twice, then a third time, until she was in place, then he mounted her again. I felt nothing for the woman except contempt at what she had done to Misty, and simply watched as the stallion continued to mount her, his hooves shiny and clean with new shoes as they hung over her shoulders.

Man and I went home, both of us silent. For a month now he had not really trained me, and I missed it. I wanted him to make me obey, but all he did was stay in his office while I cleaned the house and tended to the meals. We had not gone back to see Misty or Witch, as the woman was now known as, the memory of what we had seen still fresh in our minds. Finally, Man called me into his office and told me that it was time to restart our training schedule. That night I was completely tied so that nothing could move. In the morning, without a word, he carried me to the car, put me in the trunk, and drove away. When he stopped, I was carried into a familiar shop. Without a word I was freed, then a thin steel belt was secured around my waist. All around it were small rings. More steel bands went on each wrist and my neck and ankles. Then the bracket was attached to my head and I was once again lifted over the vat of vinyl coating. This time it is orange! I was dipped in it three times, coating me from neck to toes. I hung there as the vinyl dried, but someone cut away the vinyl coating on my feet. When I was let down, I was placed in front of a huge mirror. I looked like a tall highway cone with boobs. The small rings stuck out all over, and my hands were quickly secured to the belt rings.

Man took me home, then put the helmet back on my head. He clipped the grille in place, then told me to clean the house. I knew from experience that the vinyl coating took away all sense of touch, except for my feet, which he had left uncovered so I could change shoes when he wanted me too. For two days I scrubbed the house from top to bottom, and when he was satisfied, he used the rings on my belt, ankles, and hands to hoist me to the ceiling. I spent the rest of that day and the next looking down at the floor. Man seemed distant and distracted whenever he checked on me.

"This is not working Kelly. Stand over here." I stood there as he cut away the vinyl coating, removed the metal belt, helmet and bracket, leaving me naked when he was done. "Everyone has gotten used to seeing you in vinyl, so the shame factor is gone. I have something else in mind, something really different." He did not elaborate, simply telling me to put on a robe, then he drove me back to the clinic. The doctor and Man talked in private for a while, then I was taken to a small room and sedated. When I awoke both Man and the doctor were there. "You cannot move Kelly, but you're awake, and can understand what we are going to say. Because you have virtually become a submissive female, we are going to complete that transition for you. Then I am going to make it easier for you to service males whenever they feel the need to use you. In a few days it will all be done and you can go home to heal up." Then he stuck a needle in my arm.

When I woke, I was in my own bed, covered with thick blankets, my wrists shackled to the bed. I raised my head, saw nothing, but my face felt unusual, and I could not seem to close my mouth. I lay back down and fell asleep. Every day was like that, until the fifth day, when Man released me, helped me up, and took me to the bath. I went in alone. The moment I looked in the mirror I wanted to cry. The doctor had inserted a ring of some sort under my lips, which is holding my mouth in an almost perfect circle. A small handle stuck out each side of my head, obviously attached to the bolt holes. I washed up, and for the first time was able to check out my new plumbing. My vagina feels like any other, but bald right now. Around my waist is the metal belt, and my boobs looked like they had grown at least two sizes. I'm now at least a 46 D. With my tiny waist, big butt, and a vagina, there is no doubt how Man will use me.

As I stepped out of the room he watched me carefully. "You still have the ability to talk Kelly, but the ring makes that impossible. This is just a test to see just how submissive you are. Since you belong to me, I can pretty much do as I want, but as I've said before, I want you to be happy too. I want you to get on your knees right here and let me try you out." I knelt in front of him, waiting as he pulled out his weapon. His hands found the handles and pulled me to him, his manhood slipping in easily, and deep. The ring is just small enough to let me clamp my lips around him, and enjoy his mastery over me. He expended quickly, then pushed me back. "Get dressed Kelly. I'll be in the kitchen waiting.

My bras had been changed. I saw I was right. I'm a 46D now. When I appeared in the kitchen I wore a short skirt and a tight top with pantyhose and heels. Man watched me as I poured out a coffee, then realized that it would be extremely hard to drink it. He said nothing as I fumbled and dripped, until I found the trick to it.

"A woman has been arrested for torturing a child Kelly. The child is in good care now, however, my connections are suggesting that this woman might be given to me for retraining. How would you like to help me?" I nodded my head yes, because he clearly wanted me too. I sat at the table, watching as he sipped on his coffee. "It's your former wife, Karen." I froze as I digested what he had said. I knew that Karen had a mean streak, but I never thought that she would abuse a child! "She will be delivered here in three days. As much as I like the look we have created for you, I think I'll have that ring removed, as soon as Karen sees you. That way you will be a normal looking woman, while she will suffer through the retraining, all the time not knowing it is you."

Each day was much the same, except the time he shackled me to the basement wall. I enjoyed it immensely. Karen was delivered to the house by two huge cops, shackled and in manacles, her head covered with a leather hood. Man motioned to me, and I took her to the basement, used the hoist to raise her hands above her head, and cut her clothes away, leaving her naked. Man came in, looked her over, then ran his hand over her, stopping to tweak her nipples. Karen was scared of course, but Man had told me not to speak, so his voice was the only one she heard.

"Remember me?" There was a long pause, then she nodded her head yes. "Before we begin, I must know the truth. You were convicted of torturing a child. Is this true, or did someone else do it and you took the rap?" She did not answer him, so he used a simple paper clamp on her right nipple. Karen was in pain, shrieking out as the clamp bit into her skin. "I'll ask you again Karen. Did you do this?" No answer came, so he used another clamp on her left nipple. This time, when he asked the question, she nodded her head yes. "Abusing children is a very serious crime Karen, tell me about it." "He would not obey me. He talked back, wet his pants, cried a lot." "How old was the child Karen?" "Four." "You expect a lot from a four year old child don't you?" She did not answer. "I have a complete list of the things you inflicted on the child Karen. In some form, you will experience all of them, but for now, All I am going to do is get your attention." He turned to me, motioned for me to stand in front of her, then he yanked the hood off. As her eyes landed on me she drew in her breath. She did not recognize me, but I was clearly a slave. "This is Kelly. I think you met her once. She is still undergoing her training, but in your case she will help me train you. In order for you to fully grasp your predicament, I will let Kelly chose your first punishment."

I picked up the shears, and without a word cut all of her hair off, using a razor to make her as bald as possible, then coated her head with the adhesive. The helmet went on her head tightly, then I secured the chin strap, shoved a gag in her mouth and fastened the grill to the front. Around her waist went the thick leather belt. I let her down and refastened her wrists to the belt. "You may do as you wish Kelly, but leave her here when you are done." Man left as I pushed her to her knees, attached the collar to her neck, then a chain from her manacles to the collar, and stood in front of her. Unable to speak no matter what Man said, I let her see me for a moment, then went up the stairs, closing the door behind me after I shut the lights off. All Karen could do was endure the pain of it all. No yelling was possible, only tears, and they don't count in this house. Later that night Man had the doctor remove the ring around my lips. In the morning he and I went down to check on her, and found her quivering in fear. I released the chain and helped her up, then took her up the stairs and into the kitchen. I removed the gag with a sign that she not speak, and let her eat a small breakfast, then use the bathroom.

Man checked her over, reinserted the gag, cuffed her, then we wrapped her in a blanket before we took her to the car. It was very quickly done. Karen was put into the dentist chair, strapped down, and rings were inserted in each nipple and her clit. Steel bands were riveted around each wrist and ankle, the ring to the outside, then a new grill was placed on the helmet. Like a visor, it allowed only the barest outline of what she was looking at. She was essentially blind now. We took her home, then into the basement. Man removed the visor and faced her. "There is no escape Karen, none. That helmet is glued on and cannot be taken off for at least two weeks. But, to prove that I am in charge here, I'm going to put you in the sling. It's like a hammock in a way. As long as you don't move, the pain will be tolerable. Kelly, would you set it up please." The hammock he spoke of is really three wide straps that support the body. I put them on the floor, then Karen was made to lie face down on them. I pushed the button and raised her almost to the ceiling. Short chains were clipped to her wrists and ankles, pulling her into a huge X with her arms pulled slightly upwards. "Comfy?" Man motioned to me, and I clipped the two ounce weights to her brand new nipple and clit rings, then set them swaying back and forth. As her nipples distended from the weight, she started to moan. "Kelly, lick her clit and see if that helps." I stood between her legs and saw her clit pulled out from the weight, and touched my tongue to it. She twitched, yanking the weights, which made them swing harder, causing her great pain.

I sat on the floor next to Man, while he spoke to Karen. "This is merely the beginning. Kelly went through this twice, and you demanded that she do it, for you I believe you said." Her eyes opened wide when he said that. "Yes dear, this is your former husband, but now Kelly is a woman, just like you, and she is in charge. What do you think of that?" All she could do was moan as the weights pulled at her most sensitive parts. "I'm sure you heard of the woman that wore the bright blue vinyl suit with a feathered helmet, well that was Kelly. Because of your crime, you will experience that as well, but not for a few weeks yet. You need the skull inserts first. In the meantime, you will learn what uncontrolled pain is, just like your child did. I understand that the boy can no longer speak, and is brain damaged from your torture. What can I say? You deserve more, and may get it, but for now, you learn pain. Shame and embarrassment will come later, and after that, complete submissiveness. I pity you Karen." His words, soft spoken as they were, were very chilling.

We left her there for two days. When we did visit her, we never had to touch the weights. They were always swinging, causing her pain. At his order I let her down, took her to the bath and gave her a shower, cold of course, then let her eat and drink as much as she wanted. She dragged the weights with her when she walked. I put her in bed, secured to the four corners of the bed, and let her sleep. It was the next morning before she woke. I fed her again, let her use the bath, then removed the weights. Man checked her over, then took her to his den, where I'm sure he made her sign a paper that said he had control over her entire life and body, just like the one I signed. When they stepped out of his office, there was a very great fear in her eyes. He put her visor back in place as I secured her wrists to the metal belt, then led her back to the basement. At this stage she could lash out, so I hooked the hoist to her collar and raised her to her tiptoes, then released her wrists, attaching them to the shackles hanging from the ceiling. I removed the belt, went to the closet and returned with a very special chastity belt. It has a dildo, front and back, firmly attached to it. Greasing them both, I slipped them in place, pulled the belt tight to her waist, then secured it with the lock in the small of her back. Using the heavy weights on the floor, I spread her legs, fastened them tightly, and clicked on the vibrators. Karen started shaking almost at once as every nerve ending in her body was excited. I left her there.

In two hours Man and I went to check on her, and found her still shaking, puddles on the floor under her. I turned off the vibrators as Man removed the visor. He removed the gag, watching as she struggled to raise her head. "The belt does not come off until you earn it Karen, and we have not yet really begun. You have a few errands to run, and Kelly will help you get ready." I let her down, holding her as she collapsed in y arms. Another cold shower helped her regain herself. She watched as I put the clothes on the bed, then I sat at the vanity. "Get dressed Karen, Man doesn't like to be kept waiting." Barely covering her chastity belt the panties were white and very thin. Then came the bra, which has push up pads to hike her tits up and out. Silky smooth pantyhose, then the bright red skirt, which was so short she could not sit down. The top, very low cut, in a clingy bright pink exposed her as much as possible, and did not reach her navel. The shoes were 4" spikes, also bright red. When she was dressed, I clipped her wrists to the wall while I dressed. I wore a modest skirt and a nice blouse and flats, my makeup perfect.

"Your task today is to buy all of our groceries Karen. Kelly will drive you over. Here's the list and some money. Karen's hands went to the helmet, but Man simply told her that she would just have to get used to it, then removed her cuffs and handed her a small green purse. I escorted her to the car, drove her to the store, and parked as far away from the door as I could. The pain in her eyes told me she did not want to get out of the car, the gag keeping her from talking. I reached across and opened the door. She got out of the car, I shut the door, and backed away from her. Now she could either stand there or go in. She knew that no matter what, the helmet would not come off, and she really had no choice. If she did not buy the groceries, Man would inflict a very severe punishment on her, and she knew that too. I watched her walk into the store.

About thirty minutes later she emerged pushing a well stacked cart. I honked, then helped her put it all in the car before I drove her back to the house. By the look on her face she hated every minute of what she had just done, but I felt no remorse for her. Using me, selling me, well, okay. But a child? She has no idea how much Man hates that. As soon as the groceries were put away, I stripped her naked again and took her to the basement where Man was waiting. As soon as he saw her he told me to enjoy the day. He would take care of it. As I turned away I saw him spread eagle her using the iron weights and the ceiling chains. After he shut the door and locked it, I could not hear the screaming, moaning, or groaning that I knew Karen was doing. I put on my highest spike heels, secured myself to the wall, stuffed in a gag, then handcuffed myself. Man found me about three hours later.

"She admitted everything Kelly, including the fact that her missing husband is buried at the park, by the slides. You and I have to talk about this Kelly." He released me and took me, still naked to his office. "First there was you, then she killed her husband, and finally, she injured the boy very severely. We have to do something Kelly. Something that is worse than anything she can imagine. I'll have to tell the police of course, but you were married to her. Tell me, what should we do with her?" Karen has a mean streak, I knew that when we got married, but I never expected that her hatred for men would follow to her own son! I was angry with her, and even though I wanted her to spend some time dipped in vinyl, with no sense of touch like I did, there is only one real punishment for what she has done. Man and I could turn her over to the police, but all that would happen is that she would spend the rest of her days in prison, at our expense. She deserved more, much more. What she did to me was cruel at first, but after that it was my request, so I cannot hold her responsible for that, but murder and torture? I have no qualms about what I am about to tell Man. "The pony farm sir. It is the only way, but with her holding all of her senses to the last day of her life." "My thoughts exactly Kelly."

The next day Man and I went to the basement and released Karen. At his order, I removed all of her restraints, belts and so on, leaving her standing there completely naked. Last night Man told me that he loved me, and asked me to marry him! Then he insisted that I begin to act like a loving wife, and dress accordingly, so this morning I'm wearing a modest skirt and blouse, my hair done in a pageboy. Karen stared at me, knowing that I was now the woman of this house, and she was the one being punished rather than the other way around, like it had been. "By your own admission, which I have on tape, you have committed the sin of murder on a man who loved you. You also confessed to torturing your son to the point that he might never be right again. For these sins and others yet revealed, you have been judged guilty. Your sentence will be a lifetime of humiliation and fear, hard work and restraint. Karen said nothing at all, she simply stared at me. Man made the motion, and I handcuffed her behind her back, then prodded her up the stairs and into the garage. I put her in the trunk of the car, got in, and waited for Man. He drove us to see the doctor. Karen had to walk across the parking lot naked, then we took her inside where she met the doctor.

"Gag her please." I put the gag in her mouth, made it secure, then sat with Man as the doctor stood staring at her. "The punishment you shall get for your crimes will console no one. You will look back on this time as the best in your entire life my dear, because starting today your life will become very different. Is there anything you wish to say before we begin?" She looked at me, at Man, then at the doctor. "No. Do your best!" Her angry tone did nothing but make the doctor smile. "Oh I will my dear, you can count on that. I will do my very best indeed." He turned to Man and I, then told us to go. "I want some time with her alone if you don't mind. I'll call you when I am ready." Man took my hand in his, which Karen did not miss, and we left.

"I meant it when I asked you to marry me Kelly. I'll maintain your training, but it will not be as rigorous or as often. You no longer need it, which I told you before." Just the tone of his voice told me he loved me, and I squeezed his hand as I nodded my head yes. "Maybe we can get custody of the boy. You'll make him a fine mother Kelly." "I'd like that Man." "Call me Paul honey, that's my real name." On the way home he stopped at a jewelry store and bought me an engagement ring! Two days later we were married in a small civil ceremony, then left on our honeymoon. For the first time in my life I held a man in my arms that loved me. He was tender and caring as he took my virginity, yet vigorous as he took me several times a day for the entire week. We were both glowing when we returned home. On our voice mail was a message from the doctor. He wanted us to visit."

As we stepped into the office, he greeted us, me with a hug, Paul with a handshake. "Come see Karen now. She is very angry, but can't do much about it." He led the way into the back, then to a sling hung from the ceiling. Karen's face, once beautiful is now nothing more than a blob, a shapeless mass with only two staring eyes. "I removed most of the bone structure of course. It will make it easier when I graft on the new bones." Both of her arms were in casts, held together with long steel rods. I noticed that the elbows now folded the wrong way for a human. "When she heals up a bit I will salvage the bones and tissue in her hands and feet and use them in her face. She will be my best so far!" Paul and I left for home, leaving Karen, with a tear running down her face.

We went back a week later, and the results were startling. Karen's face was longer, her lower jaw matching the upper perfectly, her eyes had been moved to the side of her head a little and covered with some kind of brown lens. Her hands and feet terminated in shiny new hooves, and the casts on her arms had been removed. "I also widened her pelvis a little to give her a better stance and make mating easier. She will still be able to get pregnant, but of course she will not be able to raise the child." Karen stood there on all fours, just staring at me. "She understands, but her tongue isn't long enough for her to speak, which I will take away from her anyway. In ten days or so I will have her new coat ready, then we can begin the cosmetics, to give her a more natural look." Karen stood on all fours, her head now angled up so she could see straight ahead, her back almost perfectly flat. Her once huge breasts had been made smaller and now hung there, the nipples almost longer than the breast hanging down. Her nose, once quite pert, now lay down, with wider nostrils. Her face, elongated by the new surgery, tapered from the top and sides, ending in those nice white teeth of hers. "As soon as she gets her coat I'll shoe her, and you can come get her." Paul took my hand as we walked out. That night I begged him to shackle and gag me. He did, then he amused himself with my body. I didn't mind a bit.

For the next two days Paul held me in the basement, fastened to the wall, with a gag, the helmet and nipple weights. He left me when I sighed in delight. When I was free again, he told me it was time to pick up Karen. I wore a severe blue suit, my hair in a bun. My first sight of Karen was one of astonishment. The doctor had done his work well. Karen now looked exactly like a small pony! He led her out using reins that were attached to serrated disks he had pushed into her mouth. She wore a golden coat, and had a light brown tail. "She still needs the tattooing, but you may take her if you wish, or I can complete the work while you wait." Paul looked at me, and I nodded my head yes. I wanted Karen to know that I was in charge now, and watching the final steps being taken would do it. Paul and I followed the doctor back into his clinic, then watched as he put her head, with some struggle, into the head clamp. Once she was secure, her began the task of making her nose, lips and vagina black. He did not use and anesthetic, and she was in intense pain as the needle bit into her tender skin. "I'll need to know what name you will call her by. All livestock in this state must be registered with a name and number. I can take care of both right here." I looked at Paul, then smiled at Karen. "Missy. We will call her Missy." Within minutes the doctor had made the tag and clipped it to her right ear, then he tattooed the name and number inside her lower lip.

He handed me the reins, and I led Missy outside to the truck. Tying her reins to the front of the trailer, I got in beside Paul, then we drove her to what was going to be our new house. Paul took her to the barn, put her in a stall, and removed the reins. She had plenty of water and oats. Paul and I made love most of the night. Each morning I took her to the round house and attached her to the rotating arm. I could train her in all of the various gaits she would need to know, from prance to gallop to trot. Each time I stood in front of her, knowing she was well aware of her circumstance, yet had no way to retaliate. Twice she balked, and each time I used the deeply serrated disks on her bit. After that she started to behave. We were told that our petition to have her son come live with us was granted, and less than six days later I picked him up and brought him home. I made sure that Missy was well tied to a post, right out in the open so she could see the boy when he got out of the car. She started making all sorts of racket when she saw him, but I took the boy in the house, ignoring her obvious pleas.

The next day I let her out in the pasture again even though it was raining. I know she didn't feel wet or cold. The coat was made to protect her. The field was muddy and whenever she walked, she kicked up mud, making her all dirty. When the sun came out later, and just before I took her into her stall I hosed her down then brushed her coat. I put a bit and bridle on her, and after she was in her stall, Paul came out and stood next to me, just listening. I tied her reins to the ring in the wall and sat down on a short stool. "This is not quite the last of your submission Missy, there is more, and it will all be painful, but you will realize just how hopeless it is for you now. I have to do it now, so you will feel the pain." Then I scrubbed her hooves and brushed her mane and tail. "I'll be back Missy." I did not untie her.

Sometime later I came in and untied the reins, then led her out into the sunshine. Standing there was Paul with the boy. They both stared at Missy, the boy, unknowing, ran over and stroked her flank and Missy let him, standing calmly still. There was nothing she could do anyway. I put the child on her back, and as he hung onto her mane, I led her around the yard, the child giggling the whole time. Then Missy, tears in her eyes, stood still as I lifted the boy from her back. "As you know, Paul and I are married now, but I cannot conceive a child, and you can. Paul and I are breeding you tomorrow Missy. We intend to have four children, so I would imagine that you'll have at least three more children. But don't worry, we'll take very good care of you." She turned her head and looked at me, knowing that I could do as I wished with her. Her head fell down and I led her back to her stall.

"Because we think that you need a companion, we have arranged for you to have one. But we don't want you injured in any way, so I want you to stand very still while I do this." I used short chains, one from each nipple and her vagina, clipped to the ring in the floor to hold her in one place. Then I pulled her reins tight, stretching her head out as I looped them over the ring in the wall. Just about then Paul brought in the stallion. He snorted twice as Paul released him, then he quickly mounted Missy, driving his hard maleness into her. The stallions front hooves dangled over her shoulders for balance as he pushed his seed deep into Missy. She did not move at all. Twice that night and twice the next day we let the stallion mount her, then she was released into the pasture.

As Paula and I watched, without rolled oats, she was forced to graze, eating grass and so on. The boy, who we renamed Robert, also watched Missy, but we would not let him touch her. The stallion was let out to pasture with her later that day. Unknown to her, the stallion is just like her, only a male. His crime was rape and murder. Now the two of them stand in the far pasture, unable to speak, the days dragging on, nothing more than an animal. Paul left her care up to me, and while I did not mistreat her, she was treated as an animal. I fed her, brushed her out and so on every day or so, but the boredom must have been terrible. Not as bad as being without touch for an entire year like I was, but bad. While I knew that sooner or later I would be free, she knows that she will always be an animal, and I think that's worse. When Missy started showing signs of being pregnant, we had the doctor check her out, then we made sure she was well fed. For the first time she got carrots and celery, peas, beans and so on. She had the baby laying on a bed of fresh hay. A girl, we took the child away at once, and she never saw baby. Ten months later she had another girl, and after that, a boy. Then we had her fixed.

Missy hated me. But had no control over the events. I did not parade the children in front of her, but I did not hide them from her either, letting her see them, and know what she was missing. Right after the last baby was born, about a month I think, the doctor came to the farm. "I never thought that you would like this Missy, which is why we did it. I mean that you were so…mean to everyone." I stood back and Paul walked over, sadness in his eyes. "Goodbye Karen" was all he said, then the doctor took her inside the barn. As we watched, he opened the cabinet and removed a long needle. I knew what he was going to do, but Missy did not, so I told her. "When he is done you will have no mind Missy. You'll not remember one thing that came before, and become, finally, just a pony for the kids to ride." She looked at me, then stepped closer to the doctor. She wanted her pain to end, and stood perfectly still, now willing to lose her mind. She felt the needle as it slid into her brain, just above her nose, wiggled a bit, then….

Paul and I still have our games, but four kids are a handful, and I'm busy almost all of the time. Robert has recovered quite a bit, and has turned out to be a very nice little boy. As I looked out the window at Missy, I wanted to thank her for the life she has given me. I needed the training to become submissive, to become a good wife, and she gave it to me. Paul and I wanted a family, and she gave us that too. I have to go now. Paul is waiting for me in the basement. My training is way behind.

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