Knotinghill

Episode 7: Planet of pain

Day 5

Stacy dressed me today. That was nothing new about that, but she was very 
gently when she dressed me. Today I wasn’t completely dressed, as I had been 
before. I was naked from the waist up. I had panties on, black stockings going 
down my legs, and high heels. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen today, but I 
was sure it included ropes. We waited for my Mother, Erica. Andrea stood 
besides us; she was dressed in a long silky dress. While Stacy had on a dressing 
gown. My mother came out of her room, and smiled.
- Beautiful day. She said. 
I wondered what she was up to. She never smiled without having something to do 
with punishment. 
- Today is a big day for you Erin (that is my female name my mother gave to 
me). You are going to have your very first corset on. She smiled again.
- What do I need that for? I asked.
- You will have it, and like it! I was told.
I knew that my mother had already decided for me that I would like it, so I kept 
my mouth looked from answering her. Erica took out a corset from the bag that 
she had with her. It was a black, lace-tying corset. I looked at it. I knew this 
would hurt. She gave the corset to Andrea, and Andrea smiled at me. She 
wrapped the corset around my waist, and started to thread the laces in the 
back. I was told to hold on to something, and took a very strong hold to the tree 
beam in the centre of the room. Andrea started to lace it tight; I could feel my 
waist becoming thinner. Then she and Stacy took each lace, and wrapped it tight. 
I was sure I could feel my ribs crush slowly inside. They tied a nice bow behind 
me. I felt tears pressed out of my eyes. It hurt me. I was crying. The pressure 
was building up inside of me. And I suddenly snapped. I ripped the corset off, 
feeling my bones getting back in order. I slapped my mother.
- I am not your girl! I am your son! Son! Get it into your thick head! I am your 
son!. I yelled.
She looked shocked at me. And then smacked me right in the face with her fist. 
I was thrown backward in the room and landed on my back on the floor. I could 
feel my nose bleed. And I looked at her as she grabbed me by the hair, and 
pulled me up. 
- I am your only parent here. If you want to be a sissy like your daddy, then 
tell me.. And I will be glad to send you to him. He broke under pressure, and I 
can see you do to. Will you be a sissy like him? She sneered at me.
- NO! I want to be your son! I yelled.
She slapped me again. 
- Wrong answer. Do you want to be a sissy like your father, and break under 
pressure? She yelled into my ear.
- NO! I answered back.
She threw me down on to the floor, and I could feel it hit me. 
- Tie him up! Make it tight and painful. Make sure he has the corset on good 
and tight! She sneered, and walked into her room.

Not long after Andrea and Stacy corseted me. It was tighter then the first 
time. My hands was bent towards my shoulder blades, and tied to a rope that 
went around my body. My legs was bent at the knees, and tied to my thighs. I 
was gagged with a rubber ball, and a second layer of scarves. I couldn’t move, 
and my body was hurting. My mother was a strict mistress. And her assistants 
were good at tying me up. They had put something in my nose to stop the 
bleeding. 

I am not sure how long I was tied up like that. Stacy and Andrea looked at me 
from time to time. While I hadn’t seen my mother for a long time. Suddenly the 
door to her room went up. And she came out. She went over to me, and helped 
me up. She untied the gag.
- I am sorry that I hit you. But you made me. She said.
I didn’t answer her. 
- You see males think only with their penis, so I think that makes you 
conflicted. So I have a gift for you.
- You do? 
She took a leather strap from her pocket, and held it in front of me.
- Yes a Cock harness. She grinned.
- What? I said, but she slammed the ball back in my mouth.
They untied my legs, and quickly the leather harness was on my cock, the straps 
were strapped on tight, and I could feel that my penis was strapped against my 
thighs. I tried to fight, but couldn’t. Then my legs were tied together, and I was 
hog-tied on the floor. My mother humiliated me. 

Later that evening I was carried into my bedroom, and chained to the bed. Still 
with the corset on and the leather harness. I had lost all my respect. And my 
mother had made me as a woman.