Pages from The Diary of a TV Trainee in Transvestite Castle

Dear Diary,

I have been given a "free play" period by my Warden Mistress (WM) before I am shackled to my bed for the night. So I will write this entry while I have a chance.

Yesterday a whole new phase of my training started and I. want to set down each detail of my experience to relate to my Owner Mistress later.

It was a day I think I will always remember. I had been awakened by my Trainer Mistress when she rolled a small serving cart into my cubicle.

I had spent a rather sleepless night, as I had been hooked and zipped into a very tight night-training sleeping corset. The "sleeping" part of the nomenclature was a joke, as it was a one-piece garment that started with a high collar at my neck, covered my body to the toe tips and was heavily boned and tight laced at the waist.

My arms were free, but long leather mittens kept my hands in a fist shape. I could only change my position in bed by rolling from side to side, as the foot of the corset was strapped to the bottom of the bed by a leather belt.

My head was encased (as it has been every night) by the shaped, skin-tight leather helmet that completely covers my head, face and neck. As usual the D-ring on the top of the helmet was chained to the head of the bed.

My legs were pressed tightly together by the corset and the strap and chain at my feet and head were so short I could barely flex my knees.

Around midnight my WM had looked in on me and given me a sip of water through a tube inserted in a little hole at the mouth of my helmet.

My sleeping helmet does not have an internal gag as I am left alone at night. There is a danger of strangulation on a mouth piece gag while sleeping. A mouth piece isn't really needed. The shape of the helmet holds my jaw tightly clamped shut and the leather is sufficiently thick that any outcries I might attempt are completely muffled.

I guess I had slept more than I supposed, as it seemed only several hours from my ration of water until I heard the door shut and felt my Mistress Trainer unhook my helmet and foot rings. She helped me sit up on the edge of my bed, then removed my helmet and mittens.

After a cup of coffee she removed the full-length sleeping corset and I was allowed the use of toilet and a quick shower. I had a light breakfast, and then it was time to get dressed. So far it had all been the normal morning routine since I had arrived.

Now the routine changed. Instead of colorful, frilly nylon panties I was given latex rubber panties to put on first. As I stepped into them, I noticed there was a reinforced slit at the back of the crotch band.

I was given a new thick leather "all-in-one" corset to put on, and as I stepped through the open back into the longleg panty girdle part of the garment I noticed it too had a round hole in the seat. I pulled and tugged the panty girdle part over my hips and up until the crotch of the girdle became snug and pushed my testicles up into my body. Then I put my arms through the wide shoulder straps and shrugged the breast cups into place.

Without being told or forced, I reached up and took a strong grip on the "lacing bar" while my Warden, using the corset hooking bar with considerable force, pulled the hooks and eyes on the back of the corset together. When she had finished hooking the sides of the corset together, she pulled the heavy duty zipper closed over the hooks. This pulled the edges of the corset smoothly together. My waist had been nipped in quite a bit and my whole torso put under a great deal of pressure. 

My waist had been nipped in quite a bit and my whole torso put  under a great deal of pressure. My Warden gave me a few moments to become used to the new constriction and adjust my breathing. Then she helped me don slick nylon hose, 6 inch high-heeled knee length black leather boots, and skin-tight shoulder-length, black leather gloves.

(Dear Diary: 1 write "leather" corsets and boots. But you know 1 mean "Leathrub," a synthetic material made at Transvestite Castle that looks and feels like leather, but under a heavy pull, will stretch like rubber. It also "breathes" like a cotton fabric. 1 notice all TV trainees at Transvestite Castle are given posture and figure training in tight laced corsets made of 1/4" thick "Leathrub" material.)

Fully dressed then, I sat at my vanity table and applied the many items of makeup to my face. I am quite expert at it now after the many classroom lessons in cosmetics by the Wardens. My Warden promptly nullified my beautiful lipstick application by installing a leather head harness gag.

This gag had a big strap over the mouth and around the head, a strap under the chin and over the head, another strap down the forehead and that split along each side of the nose. An air ball was put in my mouth and that connected by a short hose through the mouth strap to a pump ball.

Now my Warden said, "Restraint time, Shelia." So I put out my arms and she installed thick leather cuffs on my wrists. When she told me to put my hands behind me so she could snap the cuffs together, I hesitated. This was another change of procedure. For the past week she had been cuffing my wrists together in front while I walked to the classes.

Quicker than I could blink, my Warden had pulled her electric prod gun from its hip holster and gave my right flank a prod. My corset gave me some insulation and she had the gun set on low power, but the shock still made me see stars, and left my whole right leg numb for several minutes.

I quickly placed my hands behind my butt where they were hooked together. I had given a small "yip" of pain at the shock, so my WM gave my gag pump 3 squeezes and partly inflated my mouth ball.

She then knelt and put another set of heavy leather shackles on my ankles and connected them with a short length of chain. She then opened the thick door of my cubicle, and holding my arm, gently guided me intothe hallway. I had totaketiny mincing steps because of the ankle shackles.

We stopped in the hall outside my door and my WM pushed a button on the wall.. She said she was calling for another warden and we would waitthere. Just opposite where we stood, a full-length mirror was mounted on the wall, so I took this opportunity to inspect myself. What a different person in body and spirit I was than the one delivered to the Castle in the dead of night weeks ago.

Starting at my head I noted: 1. My hair was much longer and growing rapidly. This morning we had brushed it in a boyish bob. My WM had told me in a few days I was scheduled for a wash, styling, and set at the beauty shop inside the castle. This would be my first encounter with the curlers.

2. My eyebrows were plucked and arched.

3. Both ear lobes and my nose had been pierced. 4. The 'massive doses and shots of special "medicine" I received regularly each day were showing results. My skin was soft and creamy. After the second day of treatment inside the electric mask, my beard had disappeared and never returned.

5. My body hair had been chemically flushed away and only a light peach fuzz had shown again. 6. The sharp lines of my face and jaw line had softened. My entire muscle tone had changed. My calves and biceps no longer bulged in sharp ridges, but flowed in soft feminine lines.

7. Without a tape measure I could easily see my hips had widened considerably and my thighsand buttocks had filled out impressively.

The most dramatic change was the appendages on my chest. I had genuine flesh breasts. Just a few days ago my WM had changed my corset from á "B" sized bra cup to a "C" cup corset like I was now wearing. These cups were not yet full of my new boobs, so I suppose I was something like a B plus, or a C minus student.

I had turned this way and that checking my outline in the mirror. With no clothing except a form-enhancing corset and boots on, I definitely 

had the figure of a young lady on the edge of womanhood.

The other Warden arrived and stopped my self­admiration interlude. The wardens each took one arm and turned me down the hall and my little world of self complacency came crashing in on me.

We had turned to the right! Suddenly all of the different events of the morning came flooding back to me. Instead of pretty nylon panties, I had been given latex rubber ones with a slit in the rear. I had a new all-in-one corset with a round hole in the seat. My arms had been cuffed at my back. My ankles had been shackled by a very short chain.

Never before had my ankles been shackled during transport. Even when I was taken to the dungeon by my WM for a bondage or punishment session. Now I had two wardens for extra security and very limiting restraints. And we had turned right down the hallway, away from the regular classrooms. I began to worry.

We walked down the hallway, my guards strolling, me taking rapid little steps to keep up, past the massive wooden door that opened on the stairway to the dungeon and on to the elevator door. Ah! Of course, with the short chain on my ankle straps I could not possibly move from one step riser to the next lower. We were going to the dungeon! But why? I had done nothing to break the stringent rules. I was increasingly apprehensive.

We went down in the elevator, then out through a short corridor, through the main dungeon cham­ber, that terrible place with the walls lined with chains and cuffs, ropes and pulleys; iron and wooden wheels, racks, and frames to bend any TV to the warden's whim.

I have been told there are 40 different machines of torture there. Coupled with a hundred various costumes, they could produce a thousand different positions of discomfort of many degrees. I had already spent some hours of punishment and discipline sessions on some of the machines there.

With some relief l saw we were not stopping in that awful room. We went down another stone hallway and into a cell. The cell was barren except for a piece of furniture that resembled a narrow bed. It was 3 feet wide and 8 feet long, and stood up on legs 3 feet high. It was made of massive wooden frames, had a hump on top, just below the middle. A thin black mattress lay on top. Numerous straps made of 3 inch wide leather hung at strategic points, attached to the thick wooden frames.

My WM told me to get on the bed and lie down. I saw the other warden had pulled her electric prod pistol from the holster, ready to give me a jolt if I attempted to struggle while being strapped to the cot frame. She let me see that she had the power control set on MED. That would be enough to stun me completely for several seconds.

I minced forward, teetering on my high heels and sat on the edge of the cot. Then, because of my shackles, and helpless to do little else, I simply fell over on my side. The two wardens then pulled and tugged until I was prone on the thin pad. The hump on the cot caught me at the groin so my leather clad rump stuck up in the air at a provocative angle.

I felt a draft of cool air in my buttock cleavage and realized the slit in my panties and the hole at the bottom of my corset were directly over my anus.

The wardens quickly removed the shackles from my boots and strapped my ankles to each side of the frame. Separate straps went over my legs at mid thigh. Another over my back at my waist was tugged tight and pressed me to the pad.

Then my wrist cuffs were released from behind my back, my arms were pulled above my head and each cuff rehooked to D-rings at opposite corners at the head of the rack.

One of the wardens produced a small leather pillow from under the rack, pulled my head back and stuck the pillow under my chin. Hooked and strapped in that manner I was absolutely helpless.

My WM stepped into my view at the head of the bed and announced, "Well Shelia, today you start dildo training. Look at the present I have for you." She held up a rubber replica of a penis and testicles for my reluctant inspection. I believe the only thing that went thru my mind then was blind panic.

After I settled down a bit, I saw that the dildo was somehow out of proportion. The balls were larger than life, while the shaft of the dildo was about the size of my forefinger. I need not fear that silly little thing! My WM then went on to explain the workings of this strange looking dildo. "This is a pneumatic penis, Shelia.   It runs on compressed air." She hooked an air hose to the base of the penis above the balls. It made a little "plop" noise as the quick disconnect made contact.

She went on, "These big balls are really air valves that reduce and control air pressure. One lets air into the cock shaft and when it is fully expanded it shuttles over and the other valve bleeds the air out until it is back to this shape. Cute! Yes?"

Let's give Shelia a demonstration." Somewhere behind me the other warden opened an air valve and the dildo in my WM's hands came alive. The shaft began to grow as air bled into it. It took almost a minute, but when it stopped swelling it was about 3 inches in diameter and 7 inches long!

My eyes must have revealed my horror of the thing, for my WM laughed at my expression and said "Don't worry, Honey. This is low pressure inside this toy prick. After we put this inside you, your own body pressure will keep it from expand­ing, but you will know it's there!" As she spoke, a valve clicked and the dildo shrank as air escaped. The air was going outthrough a rubber flutter valve that made a noise like a person passing gas. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry. But since I was well gagged, I could do neither. My WM let me watch as she squeezed an entire tube of K-Y into a purse­size douche bag and then attached the plastic probe to it.

I felt her insert the probe though the corset hole into my anus and pump the entire contents into my rectum. The wardens stood in my view as they disconnected the air hose, placed a broad leather strap with a hole at its center over the base of the dildo, then rehooked the air line.

I knew this whole thing could not be right! In complete and utter panic I hummed "Shave and a Haircut" in my throat. That was my emergency signal, only to be used in dire and extreme circumstances.

This was certainly the time!

Both wardens responded instantly and had my head harness gag deflated and off in seconds. My WM snarled at me "You don't seem to be choking and I don't see any fire. So - you had better have a good reason for this. You do remember there is severe punishment for false alarms, don't you?"

I got my tongue back to life. "Oh yes, Mistress. But this is a true emergency. There must be some terrible mistake or mixup. You must have the wrong training card. I can't be scheduled for Dildo Training! You see, I am owned by a Mistress, not a Master. I will be required to give her regular stud and oral service, but she will never use me in this manner."

My WM held my training card in front of my face. Many items had been checked off, but the next blank square as indicated by her gloved finger, read "Dildo Training." I though I mustfind a reason to stop this procedure, so I blustered "Oh, but oh, you can't do this to me, I'm - I'm a virgin!" and blushed furiously.

My WM laughed at me and ordered me to "Open up, we are putting your gag back on." After the straps were again pulled taut on my head, she pumped the ball until the gag was hard in my mouth and pushed my jaw firmly against the chin strap.

The WM glared at me. "You are a fool, Shelia! You should have guessed that all TV trainees here get Dildo training regardless of who owns them. How do you expect to service a mistress properly unless you know how it feels to have a big cock inserted in your body. This teaches you to be kind and gentle. 

Treat your Mistress rough after you graduate from here and you will be shipped right back for some very rough dildo treatment yourself. Since you declared a false emergency over dildo training, I have decided to give you dildo punishment. Your training card calls for a two-hour session on the rack here with the control set at 4. Then you are scheduled fora 1-hour High Heel Walking and a 1­hour Skirt Management Class. After this first Dildo period you can have a Potty break. But then you are going right back on this rack for another two hours with the dildo, and I'm going the set the air control at 6. That should stretch your little virgin buns! When you get off, we'll strap in a number 6 training plug and you can wear that for the rest of the day."

I had wanted to scream, but all I could get out was a little "ugh" sound.

The wardens gently, but firmly, pushed the dildo shaft through my corset hole, my slit panties and into my rectum. Then they solidly strapped it in place on each side of my hips to the cot frame. To be penetrated that way made me relize how vulnerable and helpless I was. I didn't like it, butthe shaft was already putting subtle pressure on sensative parts. My penis began to fill and erect. It crawled upward inside the slick rubber of the panties to be pressed tightly against my stomach by the firm confines of my girdle.

A warden opened the air valve and the dildo began to inflate. It crawled slowly into me and my muscles began to stretch. At first it was very pleasant, then a warmth began to grow that changed to a red hot pain as muscles began to stretch beyond anything ever required before.

Suddenly there was a white hot stabbing of pain, and I swore things were tearing. I had tried to scream and twist and pull at my bonds, but I couldn't move at all. Tears poured down my face, ruining my makeup.

Just as I was positive this monster growing in me was going to split me in two at the crotch, I heard the farting sound as the exhaust valve expelled air. I could see again. My mind raced. It took about 58 seconds to inflate, 2 seconds to recede. I was in for 120 more of these ass splitting expansions. I would die or go mad! But, after about twelve cycles my body began to adjust. The white hot stabbing pain went away (never to return). Eventually the red pain subsided and I began to enjoy the pulsing of the dildo.

Just before the end of the first 2-hour period I shot a wad of cum into my panties. I did the same near the end of the second 2-hour period (at #6 setting).

After I was taken off the rack the second time, my WM inserted a training plug in my rectal cavity and strapped and locked it in. I had to wear it until bed time.

This morning I had another Dildo Training period on the rack.

During my hair care class later, I made a minor boo-boo (I squirted shampoo on my WMO and my Warden Mistress stuck another big butt plug in me and locked it in. It is still in me and feels enormous, as I must sit on it as I write this. I don't get many "free play" periods, so until next time, Dear Diary,

Shelia