It was just an hour from when I got her message to when I arrived. Just an hour. Now, looking back, it seems almost impossible that there was just an hour of intermission between my old life to my new reality. I had to arrive early, as I knew that the preparations would take time.
Once I was allowed in, my street clothes went in the doorside bin. The simple steel collar was all I was given to wear before being led, naked, to the guest bathroom. Without going into too many details, I was to clean myself, inside and out, with processes that included an enema and a long steaming shower.
My flesh felt soft and smooth, which made it all the more ready for my near complete shaving and the follow up moisturizer. The lace panties fit me snugly, cupping my now bald genitals, and the stockings felt strangely luxurious as I rolled them up shaved legs. She supervised as I tugged them to dangling garter belts, then assisted me in getting into the matching bra, cups filled with breast forms. Getting into the corset required even more of her help, and ended with me holding on to one of the bedposts as She laced it mercilessly.
So tight, it gave me the beginnings of curves and held me to a stiff, straight posture. I had to hold on for support as she bent me forwards. She pushed the back of my thong aside, and I felt the rounded tip of a lubricated plug worked into my ass, twisting until it was fully inside.
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I realized the plug was inflatable only when She started to pump it up, making me moan as it grew and grew inside me.
