Hell Hath No Fury

Part 1 – The Seduction

I had a good job in industry, earning very good money, and used my wealth and position to seduce attractive young women. To me it was a sport. But underneath my smooth exterior, I had always been secretly attracted to dominant women, and particularly dominant cigar smoking women.

I had gone out with Carol for a few months, but had become, as was usual, a bit bored with her. She was a very attractive girl when we first met, at the age of 24. She  was very tall, standing at 5 foot nine, She was slim, with fairly small tits, but lovely and firm, and she had a bottom to die for! Long blonde hair completed her beauty.

After a few months, I just told her it was over. She didn’t cry, but just looked at me with a hurt look, but also with rather steely eyes, a deep green.

She just said ‘ok then, bye’ and left me at the pub we had met in. I thought that it had gone rather well, and then just got on with my life, and on to my next lover. I thought no more about Carol again.

Some 3 years later, I got a phone call from Carol, and she said she would love to meet up again, just for old times sake. Although a bit wary, at that time I did not have a girlfriend in tow, and thought ‘ what the hell, she was always a willing lover, nothing to lose’

We met in a very upmarket restaurant, and Carol told me about her life since we had been apart. She told me how she had inherited a lot of money from her grandfather, who had dies about two years ago. She told me she had bought a lovely big Victorian house in the country, and how happy she was.

We had our meal, and it was all very pleasant. After the meal, I ordered a cigar from the waiter, and selected a nice five inch cigar. The waiter cut and lit it for me, and I sat back in some satisfaction. Carol then asked the waiter for a cigar for her as well. My cock immediately hardened. She selected the largest cigar, a cohiba esplendido, a seven and half inch giant. She let the waiter cut and light her cigar, and then she put it between her teeth, and happily puffed on it, never taking it out of her mouth. My cock was now twitching in excitement.

I asked her when she started to smoke cigars, and she said when she came into her inheritance, she also inherited her grandfathers humidor, which was extremely well stocked. She said she got the taste, and now always smokes cigars. I started to look at carol in a different light, and thought that maybe we could be together for a while at least.

She suggested that we could go back to her house, for old times sake. I paid the bill, and we left, Carol with the cigar firmly clamped in her teeth. I took her to where my car was parked, and she asked if I minded her finishing her cigar in the car. Although I normally would not allow smoking in my car, I told her ‘ no problem’.

We drove, Carol giving directions, and drove the several miles to my house. We arrived at her house, a well secluded Victorian mansion, in its own substantial grounds.

I parked the car in her drive, and we got out of the car. Carol opened the door, and we went into a vast hall, and she then led me to an equally vast lounge. ‘Do take a seat, help yourself to a good whiskey, and a cigar if you like, I need to change’

As you can imagine, my cock was beginning to ache with expectation, and I sat in a large old fashioned armchair,  and poured myself a good shot of whiskey from the decanter. I felt that tonight was going to be memorable night, and waited for carol to re- appear.

I was starting to get a little sleepy, but my hard cock was keeping me alert.

Carol appeared, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

She was wearing a short tight leather dress with a halter top, long leather gloves, stockings ( and I could see the suspenders) and a pair of  thigh length leather boots, with six inch spike heels. In her mouth was gigantic cigar, at least 10 inches long.

I stammered that she looked fabulous, and she thanked me.

‘Would you like to come and visit my playroom’ she said archly. This was a no brainer, of course I said I would.

‘Give me your hand, and I will lead you, darling,’ she said.

She then led me to a door in the hallway, and opened it. Stairs led down. I stopped for a second, and she said, ‘ wouldn’t you like some fun?’

I immediately said yes, and got over any misgivings I might have had.

She led me down a flight of stairs, and to a heavy wooden door. She opened it, and in the dim light, I was being brought into a fabulously well equipped dungeon.

I suddenly stopped, worried. I turned around, and then saw another woman, about 50 years old, behind us. She was dressed in a grey uniform, with black jackboots.

‘Meet Rose’ carol said eagerly. I turned round, saying that this was not what I had in mind.  Then Rose hit me with a blackjack, very hard on the front of my head. I lost consciousness.

Hell Hath No Fury – Part 2 – A Prisoner

I came to, I don’t know how long I had been unconscious. As I gradually regained my senses, I had a terrible awakening. I was stark naked, and was standing up, and hanging from my wrists against a stone wall. My head ached, as did my arms and legs. I was in heavy wrist irons, which were attached to the wall. I stretched, and realised that I could only stand, fairly straight. My ankles were also in heavy irons, which were attached to the wall as well, about two foot apart. Worst of all, however, I had a very heavy iron collar on, which only allowed me to keep my head up,  and did not allow me to turn my head more than a couple of inches.

I surveyed what I could see of the dungeon, and you could only describe it as such. There were implements of torture all around. There were stocks, a cross, a post, chains hanging from the ceiling, and a couple  of very small cages. On the wall was a rack of whips and many other leather items that I could not fully understand.

My throat was very dry, and I felt incredibly tired, as well as frightened. What was Carol up to, this was not like her one bit.

The light in the dungeon was very dim, and there was no natural light, as far as I could see. I decided to wait ( I had no other choice), and would confront carol when she returned. I waited and waited, and felt my temper rising. 

I don’t know how long I was kept there, but it seemed a very long time. Eventually, I heard the door being unlocked, and was ready to vent my spleen. It was not carol, but Rose, who I had been so briefly introduced to. She was about 50 years old, quite small, with dark hair in a very tight bun. She was wearing an all grey uniform. Grey jacket, grey shirt, black tie, grey long skirt, and black boots.

I shouted at her, ‘let me go, immediately’

Rose quietly came across to me and smacked me across the face, very hard. ‘ Shut up prisoner, or I will shut you up’ 

‘ I told you, let me go this minute, you cant keep me here’

For my pains, I received another blow to my face, and she quietly went to the wall rack.

She returned with a ball gag. She stuffed the gag in my mouth as I started to shout again. She then secured the gag with a strap behind my neck, and another across the top of my head. ‘There now, you will shut up’, she said, quietly.

‘You have failed your first test as a prisoner’ ‘I was going to let you have a drink, but as you can’t shut up, you can’t have drink either’

‘ Now, I am going to tell you the rules of this prison, where you will spend the remaining days of your life’

She went back to the table, and got out, and lit, a large cigar.

She came back to me, the cigar clamped in her teeth. Blowing a huge cloud of smoke in my face, she began to tell me about the rules.

She told me that I was now a medieval prisoner, who totally belonged to the Mistress. She told me she was the Mistress’ assistant and gaoler. She informed me that I must never speak, unless I am spoken to, and  that I was to refer to her as Madam, and Carol as Mistress. I must use those terms at all times, when I am lucky enough to be allowed to speak at all. She told me that this was life sentence for upsetting the Mistress, and that I would be here purely for the Mistress’ amusement, and for her friends. She told me that the Mistress enjoyed torturing men, and that so did she. She said that she had been a professional dominatrix for thirty years, and was an absolute expert in ensuring pain, but not death. She told me that death would be what I would be begging for in quite a short time.

She then said she was going to leave me like this for the night, and would see if I had become more obedient in the morning.

At that, she left the dungeon, turning off the dim lights, and I heard the door being shut and locked.

I was left wuith my thoughts, and they were not at all pleasant.

Hell Hath No Fury – Part 3 -  The Beginning of Revenge

It was a long wait, I am not sure just how long. I was hungry, thirsty, and my entire body was aching. I had been unable to hold my urine, and there was a pool on the floor.

I heard the door being opened. The dim lights were switched on, and both Rose and Carol appeared. Rose in her grey uniform, Carol in a one piece leather catsuit with thigh high boots, with six inch stilettos. I immediately got hard.

Carol walked over to me, a large cigar clamped in her teeth.

‘Are you learning what it’s like to be a prisoner, slave?’ she said quietly.

I nodded and tried to speak through the gag. I had decided to try and placate her, as I was not in a good position to argue. I would bide my time. At some stage she was bound to let me get a chance to escape.

Standing very close to me, she told me that she had burnt my clothes, and squared things up with my work, and told them that I had left the country with a woman. She told me nobody would miss me, and she was probably right there. She went to the wall, and came back with a short whip in her hand.

‘Now, you are going to learn what real pain is’ she said.

‘Rose, move him to the beam.’

Rose very carefully disconnected one of my wrists from the wall, and secured it to another chain hanging from the ceiling. She did the same with my other wrist. She then disconnected my ankles from the wall, and connected them to chains in the floor.

She then pressed a remote control, and my wrists were pulled upwards towards the ceiling. When she had them stretched, she shortened the chains to the floor. She then pressed the remote control again, and I found myself with my arms stretched above my head, and she kept stretching until my feet were on tiptoes.

‘That’s about right, Rose’ she said.

Although in considerable pain, my cock was hard as it could be, Carol came over and stroked it very gently. God, she was beautiful.

‘We are going to give you your introductory beating, just so you know what it feels like’ she purred to me. ‘Rose, you can use a cane’.

And then it started, Carol and Rose whipped me all over my body, my back, my legs, my ass, my chest, and for good measure, my cock was beaten with the cane. I had never imagined such pain, and I didn’t know where the blows were coming from. It went on and on. Then it suddenly stopped, and Carol came over and stubbed her cigar butt in the middle of my chest. The pain was unbearable, and I could smell burning flesh, my flesh.

‘Rose, I am bored now, you can let his chains down and let him lie on the floor. Take his gag off, and you can feed and water him, I’m going upstairs’

And with that she turned on her heel and left the dungeon.

Rose told me she would return with something to eat and drink before  she was going to release me and take off the gag.

About half an hour later, Rose returned  with a bowl of cereal, and a cup of water.

She took off the gag, and laughing, she asked me if I enjoyed the whipping. I said ‘ No Madame’

‘Wrong answer, prisoner’ Rose said, smirking.

I was given the food and water, which, though awful, was very welcome.

She then lowered the chains so that I could lie on the cold floor, and left, turning off the lights.

I was left to contemplate my future, if I had any.

HELL HATH NO FURY   PT 4

I lay on the cold floor and, although my entire body was in terrible pain, I must have slept, albeit fitfully. When I awoke, I needed to piss, and also had a really strong urge to shit, but decided that I would try and hold that.

Time dragged on, and I really don’t know how long I lay there, but eventually I had to relieve my bowels – it was an awful feeling, shitting on the cold floor, and unable to wipe myself clean. And still time just dragged on, and now I was very thirsty and hungry again. When would they return and feed me? This was the first time I felt like a slave or a prisoner, totally dependent on Carol & Rose, and it was not a feeling I liked, not one bit.

It must have been a full day before I heard another sound, the sound of heels clicking down the stone stairs, and then the jangling of keys in the lock. They both appeared, Carol in her grey uniform, and Carol in leather pants, stilettos, and a leather top. She was fully made up, her hair piled on her head, and the ubiquitous large cigar clamped in her teeth.

‘My god – what a stench’ said Carol. ‘Rose this is your responsibility, get the prisoner cleaned up and ready for the next stage in his training.’ Rose replied ‘Yes Mistress,’ and Carol turned on her heel, and shut the door behind her, as I heard her heels clicking up the stone stairs.

Rose came over to me, and told me I was a disgusting wretch, and had got her into trouble for making a mess, and also told me, in no uncertain terms that I would pay for this, dearly.

She then went to the back of the dungeon, and produced a hose, and then viciously hosed me down with freezing cold water. While she was doing this, she told me I had better drink what I could, as she certainly wasn’t going to go to any trouble for such a dirty prisoner.

After she had cleaned me up, she also left the dungeon, and I lay shivering, both physically and mentally.

A few hours later, they both returned, dressed as before, Carol sporting the largest cigar in her teeth that I had ever seen, it must have been more than twelve inches long. I immediately got hard again, and Carol said to Rose ‘Well, we know what this disgusting prisoner likes, don’t we, Rose?’ Rose nodded obediently.

‘You know you have got Rose into trouble for your filthy behaviour, prisoner’ Carol snapped. I merely nodded, and could not reply with the ball-gag filling my mouth. ‘I think it should be up to Rose what punishment you next have to endure, how about that, Rose.’ ‘Thank you Mistress’ she replied. ‘Well?’ Carol insisted.

‘I would like to see the filthy scum suffer severely, Mistress, but we can’t whip him for a few days until the open wounds heal a bit’ Rose replied. ‘Well?’ Carol repeated.

‘I would like to put him in a strappado, Mistress, as it’s just about the most painful thing I can think of right now.’

‘Well, lets go ahead, Rose, and make it count, I want him not just in pain, but in total sheer agony, understood?’

At that, they manoeuvred me by using the remote control, and pulled up my arms, after having changed their position from in front of me, to behind my back. My arms were pulled until they were level with my head, and then they pulled a little more. Next, they put my ankles in a steel spreader, pulling them apart as far as they could go. Then they put a heavy collar, made of metal on my neck, and then they secured nipple clamps to my nipples, and hung weights on them; the agony of this was unbearable. As a final touch, they attached a thin string to my balls, and attached weights to them, causing me to feel nauseous.

By the time this had all been done, and they had chatted amongst themselves and had a drink or two, Carol’s cigar was down to the last couple of inches. She had it still clamped in her teeth.

‘Prisoner, we are going to leave you here like this for the next twelve hours, if we remember the time, and if there is any mess when we return, we will just walk away and leave you for a further twelve hours, understand?’ I nodded hopelessly.

At that, Carol took a deep drag on her cigar, making the end glow bright red. She then went behind me, and stubbed the cigar on my arse. I screamed, though the sound was muffled by the gag.

They then left the dungeon, as I heard the click of stilettos going up those stairs.

 

HELL HATH NO FURY                               PART 5

I don’t know how long they had left me, my body in total agony. The pain from my arms and legs, as well as my burns were unbearable, but had to be endured. I did, however, manage to hold my urine and bowels.

It was Rose who next appeared, in her grey uniform, a cigarette in a holder, clamped in her mouth in her mouth.

“ I bet you could do with some food and drink, slave” she said, smiling at me.

I nodded.

“ Well, at least you have started to learn some control of your bodily functions, it’s a start” she said.

She took off the gag, and gave me a cup of water, and then put a bucket below me, and said I could relieve myself. I was grateful for this, and thanked her. She then used the remote control, and I felt my arms being lowered. This continued until I was able to get to a sitting position, albeit, my arms were still securely fastened behind me, and my legs still in the spreader. She then took off the nipple clips, and the pain as the blood rushed back was excruciating. Finally, she undid the string around my balls, and took it off. I was now sitting on the floor, and though uncomfortable, it was so much better than how I had spent the last twelve or so hours.

She then brought me a bowl of food, which didn’t look much, but I was so hungry I ate it like a dog from the bowl.

“ Well dear slave, this is about as good as it gets, would you like a cigarette?” 

I thanked her as she lit it for me, as she lit herself another cigarette in her shortish holder.

“ I think Mistress Carol will be coming to see you soon, and I have no doubt that you will be punished further. I need to tell you a few rules here. You must never speak unless spoken to, and then only ‘Yes Mistress’ etc. You must show total respect at all times to both of us, and the Mistress likes it if you tell her you have enjoyed her punishments, and likes it even more if you beg for more.”

At that moment, the door swung open, and Carol appeared, fully dressed in leather, large cigar in her teeth.

“ Rose, what the fuck is going on?” she shouted.

Rose said that she had fed and watered me as instructed.

“ Rose, this is not a fucking holiday camp. I said give him some water and food, not good food like that, and why the fuck is he smoking?”

Rose mumbled an apology and took away my cigarette.

“ So slave, you like to smoke do you?” Carol snapped.

“ Yes Mistress” I replied.

“ We will see what your views on slaves smoking will be when I have finished with you” She riposted.

“ Rose, we will put him in the dungeon for a while.”

At that, they manhandled me, chaining my wrists to the heavy collar on my neck, with my arms pulled back severely. They then dragged me to another part of the dungeon, and lifted a trapdoor. It was a tiny cellar, no more than three feet by three feet by three  feet. They dropped me inside, and closed the trapdoor.

I was left in total darkness, unable to move more than an inch or so; the only position I could take up was a sort of sitting, with my head bent as much as the collar would allow.

I was now in total despair.

Hell Hath No Fury Part 6

I spent a long time in the dungeon, I am not sure exactly how long, but it was days, not hours. I was fed and watered twice by Rose, as she bent down into the dungeon to do so. She said she felt sorry for me and hoped the Mistress might release me soon, although she didn’t know what else would be done to me. Id did both urinate and defecate in the dungeon, having to live with the smell and soreness.

After what seemed like forever, Rose came down and told me the Mistress wanted me released from the dungeon as she had further lessons for me. Rose then attached a chain to my bonds, and the chain was attached to a pulley over the dungeon. I was slowly winched out. I was then swung away from the dungeon, and dumped on the floor.  Rose released my arms from the collar, but as I had absolutely no feeling in them, I was unable to do anything, which Rose of course realised.

Rose then moved me to a small cell built into the wall. The cell only allowed me to stand up, and Rose then attached my wrists to the side of the cell, above my head, and attached my ankles to the sides of the cell, where there were metal rings designed for such a purpose. I had a little movement, but not much.

Rose muttered that it was now her job to clean up the dungeon from my disgusting mess. At that, she shut the door of the cell, and I was in total darkness.

A few hours later, or so I assumed, I heard the cell door being opened, and as light flooded in, there was Mistress standing in front of me, a large cigar clamped in her teeth.

“ Do you remember how I told you that I would see if you would still enjoy smoking those horrible cigarettes that Rose allowed you, slave?”

“ Yes Mistress” I replied nervously.

“ Well, slave, we are now going to see if you REALLY enjoy smoking.”

At that, she produced a very unusual gag and strapped it tightly around my head. The gag had a large open piece at the front, with a sort of tube like extension.

She then asked Rose for a cigar, and Rose produced a huge black cigar. “ Light it Rose” ordered Mistress. Rose complied, getting the cigar well alight. Mistress then pushed the cigar into the mouth tube of my gag.

“ Now smoke that, and smoke it hard, slave” “ And if it is not fully smoked in half an hour, it will mean you are not smoking hard enough, and I will clamp your nose, so you are unable to get any air, except via the cigar.”

“ I am going to shut the cell door, and open it in half an hour. The cigar had better be smoked right down, and boy, will you cell be full of smoke.”  She laughed as she slammed the cell door shut.

The cigar was very strong, and I wasn’t used to such cigars, but I puffed away, as I didn’t want my nose clamped.

After half an hour, Mistress opened the door, and smoke billowed out of the cell. My eyes were pouring with tears, and my throat and mouth were dry and sore.

“ I bet you’d like a drink, slave?” she laughed. “ Yes please Mistress” I responded.

“ Well, for a first time, you did quite well, but I don’t think you have earned a drink yet.” “ Did you enjoy your smoke, slave?” she asked.

“ No Mistress” I replied.

“That was the wrong answer, slave” she said.

“ Rose, give him two more of those, then you can let him have a drink.”

“ I am sure you will get to enjoy this, slave” she said, laughing again.

And so my smoking punishment began. 

HELL HATH NO FURY PT 7 – BROKEN

I had now been a prisoner for many weeks, possibly months. I had been beaten many times, smoked almost to death, and endured ( somehow) the most painful and tiring bondage. I had also lost more than a stone in weight. Quite frankly, I realised that there was never going to be an escape, and thought less and less about that prospect.

I now only thought about survival, and sometimes about death. Surely, I thought, only death will get me my release. Maybe that’s what Mistress wanted. I only thought of her as Mistress now and Mistress Rose, her able assistant.

I knew that everything I needed could only be provided by Mistress and Rose. This included food, water and life itself. I certainly hadn’t cum since my incarceration. Most of the time I was in bondage and unable to play with myself, and any times the bondage allowed my hands any freedom, they had me in a nasty metal chastity device.

One day, Rose released me from several days spent in a tiny cage and took me into the large part of the dungeon, and strapped me tightly into a large high backed chair. I was secured by my wrists, ankles, chest and neck. I was totally immobilised. Rose said that Mistress wanted to speak to me about any future I may have. I trembled.

I was left for some hours, waiting for Mistress to decide my fate. Eventually, the door to the dungeon opened, and Mistress and Rose appeared. Mistress looked stunning in leather corset, thigh length stiletto boots, choker and long leather gloves. As ever, she had a very large cigar clamped in her teeth. Rose followed in her grey uniform, smoking her usual five inch cigarette holder.

Mistress sat herself in a throne like chair, Rose standing beside her. There was silence, and I certainly knew by now not to speak out of turn. I awaited as Mistress puffed contentedly on her cigar, and Rose put out her cigarette, almost immediately lighting a fresh one.

Eventually Mistress spoke “ Slave, I have a choice for you.” She purred. I didn’t interrupt.

“ You must realise by now that your position is hopeless. I have organised your disappearance and nobody is coming to look for you. I have emptied your bank account and sold you house, which did very nicely thank you. Nobody cares whether you live or die.”

She went on “ You can remain my medieval prisoner, and eventually I will get bored and decide to kill you in the most painful way I can imagine,. You will then be bricked up in the cellar under the dungeon and never even be found. That is option one.” She watched my reaction, and I was in no doubt that she could carry this out with impunity.

“ However, there is another alternative.” She said very quietly. “ we have a need in this household for a good maid”  She stopped to let me take this in.

“ Being a maid has many disadvantages, it will be very hard, and your clothing, which will include the permanent wearing of very strict corsets, will be very uncomfortable at all times, with no let up.”  She paused.

“ The training will be very hard, and you will learn to be a maid and slut for me and my friends. You will always be obedient and willing to please anybody I require. Just learning to spend all you time in very high heels will be tough. However, there will be some rewards if you become a really good maid and slut.” She paused again.

“The main reward will be better food and most important, I believe, you will, on some occasions, be allowed to cum.” She stopped there.

She then said that I would be returned to the cage for twenty four hours to think about the proposal.

I was then taken by them back to the cage, and left with my thoughts. I realised that I had no choice. 

HELL HATH NO FURY PT8 – I had become what she wanted

I sweated all night with my thoughts. I had never had an urge to be feminised and had always prided myself on my masculinity. The thought of wearing women’s clothes held no attraction to me, but my choices were obviously limited to stay here and rot in agony until she decided to get rid of me permanently, or maybe some chance to be a person, even though not the person I was or wanted to be. I had given up any hope of escaping, and anyway my life could never be the same, as she had stripped me of everything I had achieved. I really had no choice at all.

It was a very slow 24 hours, and I did not rest at all. I awaited the return of Mistress.

Eventually, I heard the dungeon door open, and Mistress and Rose appeared. Mistress was clad in a leather one piece suit, the ubiquitous large cigar clamped firmly in her mouth, followed by Rose, in her grey uniform, this time smoking a medium sized pipe.

I knew by now not to say anything until Mistress spoke to me, and I stayed silent as I was taken out of the cage and my wrists were secured to a chain hanging from the ceiling. They pulled it until I was stood on tip toes.

“Well, slave, have you had enough time to think about your future?”

“ Yes Mistress”, I politely replied, “ I would love to learn to become your maid, your slut, or anything Mistress requires.” I really couldn’t believe my words.

“ Good answer, slave” she replied “ and as a special treat, we are going to give you your last whipping as a common prisoner, provided you learn well.”

At that,  Rose picked up a thick leather whip. “ First fifty with that Rose” Mistress ordered, and Rose attacked me with gusto. The pain was horrendous, as the thick whip bruised my back, my backside and the backs of my legs.

“ Rose, the schooling whip, I think now” Mistress ordered, and Rose fetched a thin vicious whip used for training horses. “ Fifty Rose” she said, and the next whipping commenced. This whip stung like hell, and I could feel blood trickling down my back and legs as the this whip cut me. I almost passed out with the pain, almost, but not completely.

Mistress then came over to me and asked me if I had enjoyed that. I knew better than to say no, so I agreed that I had enjoyed it. “ Good answer, slave, you are already learning.”

“Because you enjoyed it so much, I think it would be meqan of me not to give you some more, wouldn’t it, slave?” she smirked. “ Yes Mistress.” I replied.

“Well, just to make it a little more difficult, I think for a final fifty strokes with the cane you can smoke Rose’s pipe. Have you ever smoked a pipe, slave?” she asked.

“ I tried it once Mistress, but it wouldn’t stay alight” I repled.

“Well, slave, this time you had better keep it alight. It’s easy, just keep puffing and it will do so. If it goes out, there will be another fifty to follow, until you get it right.”

Rose put her pipe in my mouth, and I started to puff on it, frightened it would go out.

The cane then struck my already tender and bleeding body, as Mistress very slowly counted the fifty strokes. I managed to concentrate and kept the pipe puffing, albeit I nearly dropped it a couple of times. I knew I daren’t.

When it had finished, I was then removed to a small cell, and told that my training to be a woman would start as soon as my wounds had healed.

 

 

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.

HELL HATH NO FURY – PART 10

The next stage of my feminisation started a couple of weeks later. Mistress told me that as I had now learnt to walk in high heels, and had got used to the permanent corseting, Rose would teach me how to talk and act more feminine, and instruct me in how to use make up. She also showed me several wigs that |I would now start wearing at all times.

My head was shaved, and the first wig was glued to my now bald head. It was a dark wig, long and curly, and very heavy and hot to wear. Rose then took me to the bathroom in the dungeon and applied full make up. I have to admit, that when I saw the finished result, I really did look very female, and was quite pleased with the result. What had I become?

This training carried on for two weeks, until I was able to apply make up on my own, and I was learning to speak quietly like a woman, as well as learning to make all my movements feminine. I enjoyed this period, as there was little torture, and most of it was quite mild – light canings, and some bondage, but nothing severe.

The next stage was announced at this point, and I was told that as a woman, I needed to have a pussy, and both Rose and Mistress were going to train my ass to take cock. I was then taken to a table in the dungeon, and was strapped face down, with my ass in the air. Mistress then instructed Rose to get the small cock shaped dildo, and she then lubricated both my ass and the dildo, and started to push it quite gently into my very tight and resisting ass. The pain was terrible, as I could not relax my muscles.

Mistress became very impatient, and told me that if I did not relax, she would do it, and with a much larger dildo. I managed to relax a little, and the dildo was slid in, hurting at first. After a few moments, I actually started to become hard inside my chastity device, and was clearly becoming turned on.

“ That’s more like it”. Mistress said, and Rose was instructed to start to fuck my ass with the dildo. I started to really enjoy the experience. After a few more moments of fucking, I couldn’t believe  my own voice as I asked her to do it harder. “ that’s’ what I want to hear, slave”. Mistress said, and she then told Rose to really go for it.

Mistress said that now Rose was going to fuck me with a much larger dildo, and the small one was taken out. Although my ass was a bit sore, I was looking forward to further fucking.

The next dildo was much much larger, both in length and girth, and I was somewhat frightened. However, once inserted, I began to enjoy the experience, my cock swelling against the chastity device was actually causing me more pain than the ass fucking.

Mistress seemed to be aware of this, and told Rose to stop, keeping it inside me.

“ Would the slave like to have his first orgasm since coming to my house?” she asked.

“ Yes please, Mistress.” I replied.

At this, Mistress took out a small key from her pocket, and unlocked my chastity device. My cock sprung out, fully engorged very quickly.

“ My my” Mistress laughed “ slave is really a slut after all.”

“Slave, you may start to play with yourself, but god help you if you cum before I permit, understood?”

“ Yes, Mistress.” I responded.

“OK Rose, start to give slave a real hard fucking, and slave, enjoy yourself, but remember, no cumming until I say.” Mistress ordered.

At that, Rose really gave it all she could, and I could feel my ass filling with the dildo, and I started stroking my cock, trying to keep it slow, so as not to cum before I was allowed. I was on the edge for ages, it seemed, and then Mistress told Rose to go harder, at which point I also begged Rose to go as hard as she could. Mistress gave me permission to cum, and as the dildo seemed to hit the pit of my stomach, I came, wave after wave of cum that had been building for months.

I was then made to get down on the floor, and lick my cum up, whilst Mistress told me that as I was such a slut, I would eventually make a wonderful maid/ slut for her.

I was put away in my little cell, and left with my thoughts. I believed that I was seriously changing sex, and was truly excited with the prospect. 

HELL HATH NO FURY  PART 11

The punishments were getting less now as I was being transformed into femininity. Yes, I was still punished, but not as brutally as earlier, and, to be honest, I was now starting to enjoy being punished, maybe because I had been hardened to it, and maybe because I enjoyed the attention. I certainly found that the long periods I was left in my little cell were the times I liked least.

I had, by now, got totally used to wearing the corset, and heels, as well as all the other female accoutrements. My tits were now a reasonable size, and certainly female, and my body and facial hair was gradually disappearing, obviously due to the hormone treatment they were giving me. The one area still functioning well was my cock, and it so looked forward to the sex sessions, where I was usually allowed to cum at the end.

They had trained me to speak like a woman, softly and lightly, and I was also now able to walk and act like a woman. They had also taught me how to use make up, and, quite frankly, I liked to see myself fully made up and dressed. Although still wearing a wig at all times, my hair was nearly long enough to be fully styled, and Mistress had promised that this would be arranged fairly soon.

I had also got used to doing all the household chores, the cleaning, cooking laundry and ironing, and did them all to their general satisfaction.

They had got me used to smoking cigars and a pipe, as well as sometimes using a cigarette holder with small cigars. I had always enjoyed a cigar, so the only hard part was getting used to smoking a pipe and keeping it alight. They seemed to get amusement from having me dressed in my maids outfit, working in the house, with a large pipe clamped between my teeth, puffing away. The only time this became really unpleasant was when they made me speed smoke furiously, which gave me extreme tongue burn. Sometimes, if they were in a bad mood, I would have to speed smoke several pipes, one after another, with no break for water – not a pleasant experience.

After some months of this, one day Mistress said that she thought that I had become such a good maid, and such a slut, always wanting my hole filled, that she was going to give me a chance to become a real slut, and was organising a party to demonstrate to her friends what a good job she had done training me.

Needless to say, Mistress gave no further details and, despite me trying to get Rose to tell me, I was left in the dark about what was going to happen. I was suffering between fear and excitement whilst I awaited the day of the party.

Finally, after two weeks of torment, Mistress told me the party was for tonight, an Rose would get me prepared for my entry as a slut. Mistress made it clear to me that I would obey her every command without question, to which I, of course agreed.

During the afternoon Rose came and got me dressed as Mistress required. As always, my corset was fully tightened, and Rose then checked my tongue stud. Three sets of earrings, two of which were very heavy, were fitted in my piercings. I was then given an enema “ Just to make sure” Rose said.

Then Rose put on a wig I had never seen before, a huge blonde wig, made of real human hair, very long, and also piled up high on my head. It was extremely heavy and very hot to wear. Then Rose made me put on fishnet stockings, and a pair of six inch stilettos were locked on to my feet.

I was then put into a short and very skimpy leopard skin dress that left nothing to the imagination. The outfit was completed by a very large and tight choker, which acted almost as a neck corset.

Next, Rose spent over an hour doing my make up, which was put on very thick, and, as Rose commented, not easy to come off.

Once ready, Rose took me into the lounge, where Mistress was sitting, smoking a large cigar.

“Very good Rose, she looks a real whore. My friends will be SO pleased to meet her at last.” She sniggered.

“Slave, your name is now Sandra, and tonight, you will be the main attraction” she puffed contentedly on the cigar. “ Your duties tonight are very easy. You will satisfy not only me and Rose, but ALL my friends. Tonight I have invited two domes and their slaves, a lesbian couple and a gay couple. Your job will be to make sure all my guests get whatever they want. And, Sandra, you had better enjoy it!”

I now stood in front of Mistress, waiting my fate as a slut.   

  

HELL HATH NO FURY  PART 12

THE PARTY

I was brought into the large lounge by Rose, who was wearing her usual grey uniform, and smoking a cigarette in a holder. Mistress looked absolutely magnificent, clad from head to toe in leather; short leather skirt, stiletto thigh high boots, a tight leather top, and long leather gloves. Her hair was piled high and she was smoking a huge cigar.

Mistress examined me and told me I looked a real slut. She then told me I would have to answer the door to her guests, who would arrive very soon. The doorbell rang and I was told to welcome the first guests. I was very nervous, but also excited.

I opened the door and there stood a tall brunette, dressed in leather and on a leash she had a slave who was totally covered in rubber, including a rubber mask. I took them to the lounge, where Mistress greeted the Domme. She told her slave to get on his knees in the corner of the room. “ Offer my friend a cigar” she ordered me, and I fetched the humidor and opened it for the Domme. “ This is Mistress Alison” I was told. Mistress Alison picked a large cigar, and handed it to me for me to clip it for her. She then put it in her teeth, and I lit her cigar, as she blew smoke over my face. I tried to avoid coughing.

The doorbell rang again, and at the door were two men and two women. The male couple were both clad in leather, one of them was a huge man, over six feet six, and built like a mountain, the other guy was much smaller, and skinny. The two women were both middle aged, perhaps in their fifties, and both were dressed in old fashioned tweed suits, one a trouser suit, the other a skirt suit. I showed them all in and was introduced to Madam Michelle and Madam Anne, and to Masters George and Robert.

I again offered the cigars round, and Madam Michelle took a fairly small cigar and Madam Anne refused, taking out a large hooked pipe, and she set about filling and lighting it. Master George, the large man, took a large cigar, and Master Robert said he did not smoke. So far, I seemed to have Mistress’ approval.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang again, and I greeted a huge fat domme, dressed in leather, and covered in tattoos, and she was accompanied by a maid, who was clearly male. He/she was dressed in a rubber maids outfit, and had a huge ginger wig. I offered the Domme, Mistress Mandy, a cigar, and she took a large one. Her maid was told to kneel in the corner with the other slave.

Next, I handed the drinks tray around, loaded as it was with glasses of champagne, and Mistress told me to ensure everyone’s glass was kept topped up.

After about half an hour of them chatting, drinking and smoking, Mistress announced that the purpose of the party was to see if her training of me would meet with their approval. She then asked who would like to be first.

Mistress Mandy said she would like to see how good I was at satisfying a dome. She sat down on a sofa, and I could see her unshaved fanny below her short leather skirt.

“ Get to work, slut.” She said, and I went across and got on my knees in front of her. I slipped her skirt a little further, and moved my face to her. She stunk. She was not a clean woman, and I knew this would be difficult for me. I also knew I had no choice, so, trying not to breathe too deeply, and I got to work on her cunt. I spent the next twenty minutes on her, as she came several times, each time smelling worse. Eventually she pushed my head away, and told Mistress I was not bad at all, and this would do for the time being.

Then my worst fears were realised, as Master George said that a real slut would know how to suck a real man’s cock. “ Come here, slut” he said, as he unzipped his pants, and got out his massive cock. “ Get on your knees and suck this, and swallow my cum, like a real slut.” I had a lot of practice with Mistress’ dildos, but this was the first time for me with a man. I started by gently holding his huge testicles, and then started licking his cock, and by god, how it grew. It must have been ten inches long, but worse, it was immensely thick. I started to suck it, and then started to gag as he thrust it into my throat. I resisted the gagging, as I knew what would happen to me if I failed, and took his meat down my throat. Luckily, he was very excited, and after only a few thrusts, I felt his balls pumping, and then what seemed like gallons of hot semen flew down my throat. When he had finished, he withdrew his cock, ordered me to clean his cock with my tongue, and smiled. He told Mistress that it wasn’t bad, but he looked forward to fucking me later on.

The rest of the evening went in a whirl, as I was abused by all the guests. My tongue and ass wee sore, and my whole body felt wracked in pain. I had licked all the women present, and had sucked of the two gay men, as well as being fucked by them. I also had dildos fuck my ass by the domes.

Later on, I thought I was going to die, as Mistress Mandy made me lie on the floor, and she sat on my face, while I had to lick her out over and over. Her folds of fat were blocking my breathing, and I felt I would suffocate. I also had to perform on the two gay men together, Master Robert lying on the floor, whilst I had to suck his cock, while Master George once again fucked my ass brutally.

Eventually, after about three hours of this, all the guests appeared to be satisfied, and clearly Mistress was satisfied with my performances. She said to me “ I suppose you would like the chastity device taken off, so you can come, slut?” she said quietly.

“ I would love to be able to cum, Mistress.” I replied.

“ Well slut, you really have been a good girl tonight, so you are going to get a wonderful treat.”

“ Thank you Mistress.” I responded.

“ Tonight, you are going to get a chance to fuck. It has been such a long time.” She smirked.

At that, Mistress Alison got her slave up, and took off the bottom part of the slave’s rubber suit. Mistress then lubricated my engorged cock, while Mistress Alison lubricated her slaves anus.

“ But before you get your fuck, slut” said Mistress, “ I want you to speed smoke a large pipe while you do this.”

At that, Rose fetched the large punishment pipe they made me smoke sometimes, already filled. Rose lit it for me, and I clenched it in my teeth, not an easy task, as this pipe weighed in at nearly 100 grammes.

“ Now slut, show us all what a slut you are, and give this slave a real good fucking, and make it last, or else!”

I had never fucked a man in my life, but I was so programmed to obey by now, I slid my cock into his tight little ass, and puffing furiously, as I had been trained, I fucked him. Just as I was about to cum, I felt the sting of Mistress whipping my ass with her riding crop. My god, I had never cum so hard and long in my life. After I had finished, the slave was made to lick my cock and balls clean.

Although terribly humiliating, I have to admit that I had enjoyed the party as much as the guests, and I was then sent to my bedroom/ cell, to think about just how far I had come in my training as a slut. I slept the sleep of the exhausted and satisfied that night.