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HELL HATH NO FURY - PART 9 – FEMINISATION
I was left after my whippings for several days, I think four or five, but time was impossible to keep in that dark cell. The cell was an awful place, very small, not enough height to stand up, and not enough room to stretch fully, with just a small straw bed, far to small to lie in. The only thing in the cell was a bowl to go to the toilet.
Rose came from time to time, to leave me food and water through a small part of the cell door. She ignored my pleas, telling me to shut up.
After those days, my wounds seemed to have sort of healed, and then Rose came to the cell one day, and told me my training would begin. Mistress was with her and I was taken to the large dungeon, and my arms were put in handcuffs, and then they were pulled above my head and connected to a beam. I was barely on tip toes.
Mistress then brought a huge leather corset out, and started to fit me into it. It was very heavy and very stiff. She laced the corset on me, and just continued to tighten the laces. I could barely breathe, but she just kept on tightening it. It was horrendous, the pressure on my entire body.
She then put a neck corset on me, tightening that also until I could barely breathe. Then Rose put my feet into what must have been very tight high heel shoes of some sort, as I couldn’t see them, but they were incredibly uncomfortable.
Mistress then released the beam until I was back on my feet, and the pressure from the heels was unbearable. She told me they were ankle boots with a six inch heel, and I would have to learn to walk with them, as I would always have to wear them, or similar.
For the next few hours I was made to walk around that dungeon for what seemed like hours. My entire body was in pain, and the pain from my calves and feet was horrendous. Every time I stopped, one of them would ‘encourage’ me with a riding crop. Mistress continually smoked her large cigars, two or three I think, and Rose alternated between her short cigarette holder and a pipe.
After several hours of this, Mistress told Rose that this would do for the first day, and, still in the corsets and heels, I was returned to my little cell. I was also told that in every drink, they would be adding some hormone treatment to ensure that I started to become more feminine.
This treatment went on for weeks, day after day, some days they made things worse by securing my arms in an arm binder, to ensure that I learnt proper deportment
I have to admit that, despite the discomfort, I was getting quite used to the corsets, despite them being progressively tightened, and after some time I found I could walk well in the heels.
I would not have admitted it, but I was also getting quite turned on wearing such clothes, even though they could not see my engorged cock under the corset, and of course I was unable to relieve my frustrations as at night they put on a chastity device, which allowed no way of satisfaction whatsoever.
After some weeks of this I noticed that my facial hair was not growing much at all, and a small swelling had started in my breasts.
Mistress told me one day that phase one was nearly complete, and soon they would start phase two.
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