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My Journal

Therapy

The wind howls around snowdrifts that glitter in the cold Minnesota sun. The patient comes up the walk, snow dusting his hair and shoulders. Mistress Avalon and I flank him, his arms are secured in leather arm binders hooked at the hands and wrists behind his back, under his heavy coat. Dark glasses obscure his vision. Avalon and I hold him steady, our long leather coats billowing in the wind.

Mistress Amanda greets us at the door of the peach-colored house. She is a vision in shining black rubber. Her auburn hair grazes her shoulders. In her stiletto heel boots she is taller than the patient. She leads us up two steep sets of stairs. All is quiet except for soft music from an unseen source. We stand under the cavernous peaked ceiling of the room, the dark all around us pierced only by the glint of candlelight off steel and leather. There are no visible windows or doors. The ceiling and walls are painted with storm clouds of purple and black. One can't be sure where the ceiling ends and the walls begin.

Ahead of us is an entryway that leads into a room bathed in white light. A large antique birthing chair looms before us. We are greeted by Mistress Deena, a voluptuous nurse with honey blonde hair that touches her waist. She guides the patient into the chair after he has been stripped naked. We secure the patient 's wrists and ankles to the chair with thick leather medical restraints.

From behind a curtain a tall, powerful woman appears in a black leather cape. Madame C. introduces herself to the patient in German. He responds mutely just as she inserts an inflatable rubber gag into mouth. Another pair of hands pulls a leather hood over his head. It is laced tight while Nurse Deena shaves the patient of all body hair.

Slowly, I and the other four Dominatrixes begin to wrap each limb with plastic wrap to further immobilize the patient. His eyes are then covered with a leather blindfold that snaps onto the hood. I trace My long red nails along his shaved thigh. It is his only sensation; Mistress Amanda having plugged his ears. She laughs wickedly and pushes a button that tilts back the chair.

Madame C. turns a crank that brings a phallus-mounted apparatus up between the patient's legs. The well-lubricated phallus impales the patient. He shudders and a small pathetic moan escapes his gagged mouth. With the touch of a switch, the phallus commences thrusting in and out, as the patient responds by moving his hips in rhythm to the thrusts and with some more moaning. Next, with the touch of another switch, the phallus also begins to vibrate, as the patient's breathing quickens. The patient's "treatment" continues until Madame C is satisfied with the results, at which time she turns the crank that removes the apparatus from the now sweating, panting, exhausted creature before us.

Nurse Deena slowly removes the restraints which immobilized our patient in the chair. We walk him into the darkness of the "leather chamber", keeping him blindfolded until he is lying on the bondage bed, and then easing his feet into the soft, thick leather of a tight-lacing body bag.

I stand above and behind the patient's head, rubbing his temples and whispering into his useless ears the torments and delights to come. Mistress Avalon and Mistress Amanda pull the body bag tighter and tighter, lacing it as they go. Their hands flutter like small white birds above the patient's prone body. His arms have been tucked securely in pockets sewn into the inside of the dark, creaking cocoon of leather. The soft hide molds and forms itself against the patient's warm flesh.

The patient is left encased in leather for 20 minutes of "quiet time" while I and the other four Dominatrixes prepare for the next phase of his treatment... forced, complete feminization.

Nurse Deena releases the patient from the leather body bag and walks him to the white marble bathroom. A huge whirlpool tub swirls with a fragrance like roses at twilight. She lowers him into the water laying prone with just his head above the bubbles. Avalon and I step into the water with him, clad in short black latex dresses that gleam wetly against our bodies. We thoroughly cleanse every inch of the patient, the smell of leather dissolving in a mist of soap and steam. He is rinsed, dried, then dressed in black silk stockings, garter belt, panties, and laced into a matching corset. His new outfit is completed as Avalon slips his feet into a pair of five-inch heel black patent leather pumps and buckles the double ankle straps, while I fasten a narrow black leather collar around his neck. We then escort the patient to the "transformation room", where the makeup chair has been prepared. Judging by the unsteady manner of his gait, I can tell he is unaccustomed to walking in his new five-inch heeled pumps. I order the patient to sit in the makeup chair and he is then quickly restrained; his wrists strapped tightly to the chair's arms with thick leather cuffs, and his ankles strapped into the chair's stirrups. The chair is then tilted back.

Nurse Amanda begins her magic, applying multiple shades of makeup to the patient to soften his angular features into the smooth curves of a woman's face. Eye shadow and rouge are brushed on. False eyelashes are applied. He is bewigged and red lipstick painted on. The patient appears to occasionally squirm and struggle slightly against the restraints, but to no avail. Finally realizing he is totally helpless and under My complete control, the patient relaxes his body and melts into his fetters as Nurse Amanda completes the final phase of his transformation . He (now "she") is ready to receive intensive and strict training. "She" will quickly learn to obey and completely submit to My will, and be instructed as to how to properly serve Me as My sissy slut.