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| PETAL ON DISPLAY by Petal The most beautiful couple I had ever seen approached me. He looked better in a suit than any man I had ever seen. All black silk, and wearing a dark burgundy satin shirt with a tie to match, his eyes the clearest blue, he stood over six feet tall and I could tell that beneath all those clothes he had a body any woman would die for, including a woman like me. On his arm was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, wearing a strapless dress of silver, covered with sequins, and the longest earrings I’d ever seen. She had a long neck that I felt so jealous of, and her long chandeliers arousingly caressed her shoulders whenever she turned her head. They must have had 50 diamonds each and I just knew they were real. Her golden hair was done in an up do that had to have taken hours, and she was so beautiful I could have cried I so badly wanted to be her. But I was quite happy as it was. This was my big night, the one I had dreamed of since I came to Mistress and Master almost a year ago. On the third day, when I agreed to be theirs, Mistress named me Petal, and that is how I’ve been known ever since. Sometimes I can remember what my name used to be, though I am never quite sure. The beautiful couple came up to me and I felt my protrusion grow outward even more; it was the only part of me that could move, and even it was under hypnotic control. I could tell he wanted to touch it, out of curiosity, and that she wanted to touch it as well. They looked at each other and shared an intimate small laugh, she tucking her red lips into his neck and whispering. In the end they each took an ornament and carefully hung it from me. My attire was covered with a clear mesh so the guests could easily hang an ornament on me wherever they wished. I was in a light hypnotic trance, and had been in ever deeper trances every day the past month, training for this night. When I was in position, mistress gave me the post hypnotic trigger to become a statue, and then put me in a light trance to help me be more comfortable; it was going to be a long evening, and I was the center of attention. The man hung a red glass ball, not from the mesh, but from the nipple ring that was attached permanently to me. The woman knelt slightly and hung an icicle from the mesh inside my right thigh. If I wasn’t hypnotically controlled, I would have cum at her touch. The looked at me again, and it seemed plain this was the first time they had seen such a thing or been to such a party. They turned and walked away to meet some other arriving guests that Mistress was greeting at the door. I had never been the center of attention, and that was one reason I had dreamt of this for so long, and one of the reasons I came to Mistress and gave myself to her. I was used as a sex toy every day by both Mistress and Master and their friends. I wanted nothing more than to please them, and I hoped that I was ever getting better at that. Mistress had been training me daily with hypnosis, for many things, obviously, but for the purposes of this party she was training me to live my dream, and I was ever in her debt. We had worked up to it for months, and I had been “frozen” hypnotically for several hours at a time, and was trained to where that worked very well, and I absolutely adored the experience. But this was the first time I had done it for an audience, for Mistress and Masters’ holiday and tree trimming party. And I was the tree! Mistress didn’t think I could handle looking at myself all evening long, and I’m sure she was right. Mistress knows best, and always thinks of Petal. But once I was in place she did show me how I looked in a full-length mirror (and promised she would show me the decorated version at the end of the night). I was almost six feet tall, and when I came to Mistress I weighed 195 pounds and had a 39 inch waist. Now I weighed 141 pounds and in a corset, which I almost always had on, my waist had been trained down to 25 inches. Well, when they tightened me for display purposes like this. Otherwise I was still about 27 inches, but I continued to dream of getting down to 19 or 20 inches and getting to 130 pounds or so. I was losing both fat and muscle mass and I loved the new me. I was finally feeling like myself. I had been on hormones since a few months before I came to be Mistress’s sub, and my breasts were now 38 C, but with the corset on and tight like it was now, they looked even bigger. My main request in serving a mistress was to find one who would train my waist down. I dreamt of a small waist. Of course, now that I am hers, the decision is hers, but so far mistress has been good to her word. In fact, for tonight I had a new shiny steel corset, and I was tightened to 24 and 1/4 inches. My arms were stretched high above me; otherwise I don’t know if I could have handled it. And yet it felt so good I nearly cried. I hoped some day to have my penis removed, but for now I was happy with the way I was, and happy that I pleased my mistress enough that she gave me this day. Under the corset I was wearing a silver lame unitard that felt like it had been melted on to me. I was wearing over the knee boots of bright red vinyl. They had 7 inch heels and 1 1/2 inch platforms. I could hardly walk in them, and standing was difficult, unless I was hypnotized. Tight elastic bands just below my knees kept them from locking, so I wouldn’t faint. I had on a green leather posture collar that was just over 4 inches in height. To match my boots, my hair was died fire red and was ironed straight, the way I love it (normally it’s quite wavy), and if fell down my back and in the front on either side of my breasts, coming just to the bottom of the breasts, where the corset began. My earrings were green jade trees, in keeping with the season. My make up was way overdone; green eyes and lashes, bright red lipstick. My fingers had one inch nails painted green with red sparkles. In light they shone spectacularly. My unitard on my left arm ended just below the elbow, so my tattoo could be seen plainly. It said “Petal” in very fancy calligraphy. The letters were blood red, and for tonight, Mistress had decorated it with some green eye makeup to make it more seasonal. The tattoo was exposed so that everyone could see my name, and sort of be introduced to me, for I was unable to speak. It had taken half the day for Mistress and Master to dress me and get me ready. When we all thought I looked presentable, Mistress laid me down and put me in the deepest trance I had ever experienced. Once I was in position, I would be frozen, unable to move for the duration of the party. I was to be the beautiful centerpiece, the tree everyone would help to decorate. I fell into this trance easily and deeply; after all, Mistress was granting my great fantasy, a sort of reward for my months of serving her. She brought me out of trance and I felt relaxed and awake, and better than I had ever felt. I could barely move with the corset extra tight as it was today, so Mistress and Master helped me up, and I held on to each of their arms as we walked into the party room and they helped me up on my pedestal, about a foot off the ground. With that and my heels, I would tower over everyone else that night. All would look up to me and admire my beauty. To demonstrate the power of the hypnosis to everyone, we decided I wouldn’t have any support to help me stand. The power of my mind, my hypnotized, obedient mind, would keep me standing for hours, unmoving, on the towering heels. And indeed, I would hear many comments on that through the night, and each strengthened my mind, triggering a post-hypnotic suggestion that I could stand there unmoving all night long. It would of course be physically impossible to hold my arms out or up for that long, yet we wanted that, so I would look more tree like, more like a Petal blooming. Harnesses hanging from the ceiling would hold my arms out; my left straight out to the side, and my right angled a little higher. The harnesses supported my upper arm, my forearm and my wrist, and felt quite comfortable. At least for awhile. An hour into the party my arms were in extreme pain, and then soon became so numb I couldn’t feel them, and it was like I had no arms. The party was getting quite crowed; at least 15 or 20 couples, all mingling and drinking, with music playing in the background, and all repeatedly looking at me, admiring my beauty. Every time someone looked at me I felt so good inside. I was smiling just a littleæthat was frozen on my face. The only movement I could consciously make was to blink. Otherwise I was a statue to be gawked at, decorated, and admired. By the time everyone arrived I had at least 100 ornaments hanging from me. Everyone was invited to take from the collection of ornaments on the table next to me, and to hang them from me wherever they wished. Many were hung from the mesh covering, but almost as many were hung by more creative types, hung from the lip of my boots, hooked over my fingers, and even a couple smaller ones hooked over my lower teeth, to hang just below my chinæa sparkling silver ball, and a small crystal bird. “I don’t know how she stays so still!” someone exclaimed to Mistress, who explained, “You just helped her stay that way. Such phrases are hypnotic triggers to make her frozen solid with more comfort, more desire to stay that way, to please me.” “Or I could stay I don’t know how he stays still like that,” said one of the men almost under his breath while a group was standing around admiring me. “It is true,” said Mistress, “that Petal was born male. She is now female in every way except for that,” and she indicated my rock hard cock sticking straight out, “and so is quite capable of pleasing both Master and me in more ways than I’m sure you can imagine.” I should say that Mistress looked quite exquisite tonight herself, wearing a red silk floor length gown, covering the 5 inch heels she was wearing, which brought her up to about 5’ 8”. Her gown was a halter top with a very low back, and her flowing raven hair draped her back like a satin curtain caressing a goddess. The front was very low cut as well, the slit between her breasts stopping just at her naval. I thought that if she turned too fast, her breasts could fall out of the dress. I loved being frozen there, and hoped that some day I would be freed again to pleasure my Mistress. There are two things about my attire I have hinted at, and I will explain fully. My unitard had openings for my breasts, which were exposed and protrudingæI thoughtæbeautifully, above my corset. I didn’t yet have implants. Mistress may have them put in sometime. I have grown to almost a C cup just from the hormones, and as I said, with the corset squeezing my flesh up and over the top, my breasts looked quite lovely. My nipples were pierced, and had permanent silver rings through them. Mistress often used them to put me on a leash, to better obey her. The other thing about my attire, is that my unitard also had a hole to expose my penis, which was fully erect and pointing straight out, about 7 inches out into the air. I would maintain the erection the entire evening. I quite wanted to cum, to explode, but that too was controlled by hypnosis, with the iron will of my hypnotist. That was how I was programmed, which I learned as I heard Mistress explain to her guests, when they had all arrived and were gathered around, shortly before sitting down to dinner. “As you all know, Petal is frozen in this position, under hypnosis. We helped her into this position before you arrived, and I said the trigger word, which has frozen her in place until I release her, which I will not do until you have all left. We designed her outfit together, and I do hope you like it.” There were coos, and oohs and aahs from the guests. “Thank you. I do think she looks exquisitely lovely. I couldn’t ask for a better Petal, a better sub.” She looked into my eyes, and I blinked. My eyes had half inch long silver eyelashes, which tickled every time I blinked. I was so happy Mistress was pleased with her Petal. “There is one thing,” Mistress continued, “that Petal is unaware of that I programmed in while I hypnotized her. I’ve been reinforcing it for months; since I told her about this night. She has been very excited about it. Between being frozen and her posture collar, Petal cannot look down. She can’t see herself at all right now, except as reflected in the eyes of you, my guests, her admirers. Later tonight, when you’ve all gone, I will show her how she looks in a mirror. I think you have all done a marvelous job of decorating her. She is more beautiful now than ever.” I was glowing inside, I was so happy to hear Mistresses words. I felt my cock surging and thought I might explode, though I didn’t want to, for I didn’t think it would please her right then. I should have known my Mistress loved me and had thought of everything. “For the most part, Petal is used as our sex toy, and most days she has at least a dozen orgasms. Despite her hormone treatments, she can still cum like a man, in huge amounts. It amazes me every day. Today, however, she hasn’t had release even once. It took most of the day to get her ready and to hypnotize her and reinforce the commands. But I’m not without a heart. I know it is cruel to not let her cum for a whole day. At the same time we can’t have her shooting cum out into the living room. This is a polite gathering.” Everyone laughed. Mistress smiled. “Precisely. And so I have programmed her in a way that will allow any one of you who wishes to help Petal to do soæto say in a way she can understand while in this state that you think she is beautiful. And I know that each of you do. “You see that I have placed on her pedestal, directly below the end of her cock, a golden saucer. Under her hypnotic state, she cannot fully cum, and yet I have allowed her some release. I’ll demonstrate here, and then each of you, as you desire throughout the night, can help her as you please.” With that Mistress walked up to me and bent over, her breasts all but falling out of their silken hold, and she kissed the tip of my cock, and then stood up. Reacting as programmed, I let out a drop of cum. I could feel it dribble out of my cock, just one huge drop and nothing more, keeping me as hard as ever, giving me just enough relief toæwhat, I don’t knowæto continue there as I was. “Any touch of her cock will allow her to release just a drop of cum.” As she spoke I could feel the drop finally release and fall off the tip of my cock, landing in the golden saucer. Mistress had not told me about this, and inside I was ecstatic, jumping for joy at her thoughtfulness. “Come here Allen,” Mistress said, and a man stepped out of the crowd. “Just touch his cock, briefly, anywhere.” Mistress smiled. Much later she would tell me she picked Allen because she knew he was all too straight and was freaked out by she males. Not wanting to embarrass himself at the party, he complied, and it was almost sweet. I’m sure it was the first cock other than his own that he had ever touched. He gingerly put out his index finger and touched my member on top near the base. Sure enough, a small drop of cum appeared. Everyone cheered. “Now,” Mistress concluded, “we don’t want to overuse my Petal, but she is here for her and our pleasure tonight, and I hope you will each at some point during the evening, help her out this way. I will say that her cum is quite tasty,” and she reached down and with her little finger took the drop of cum at the end of my cock, and put her finger in her mouth and sucked, pulling her finger out gently. “Mmmmm. Any of you can feel free to eat the drop you help bring forth. Any that you don’t will eventually drop into the golden saucer. I should let you know that as part of her weight loss program, many days all that Petal has to eat is cum; her own, mine, her Master’s, and anyone else who I choose. Forgive me, you will not be able to see this, but any cum that is gathered in the saucer at the end of the night, Petal and I will eat together when we are curled up in bed. The saucer is heated, so that the cum won’t dry out.” She paused. “I think that’s all. Our dinner is ready. We can all make our way to the tables.” Everyone turned and made their way to dinner. Hanging back was the beautiful woman in the couple I started my tale with. When she was alone with me she came up to me and said, “I really need an appetizer.” She smiled and looked into my eyes, trying to read me. My expression remained frozen, and if I hadn’t been under hypnotic control, I would have exploded right then. She bent her knees and put her red lips over the tip of my cock and kissed it, lingering there until the drop of cum appeared, and she licked it off as she pulled her lips gently, softly, away. “Mmmm, you are very tasty. I may need to come back for desert later.” She turned and walked towards the dinner table. Left alone while everyone went to dinner I thought about this new programming Mistress had given me. It would be torture not to have full release, but even the three touches I had received so far were ecstasy, each an amazing orgasm by itself, and I’d never felt three orgasms within such a short time. Mistress would tell me later that this was something she had been working on for a long time when I was in trance, and tonight she thought I was ready to try it, and indeed, for the first time, I would later tell Mistress, I truly, fully, felt like a woman, having multiple orgasms. And though I was ‘frozen,’ waves of pleasure shivered through my body, greater than anything I had ever felt. Throughout dinner, several of the guests came to see me one at a time, each touching my cock, each sending me to wild bliss, each getting their drop of cum. Some would eat it, some leave before they saw it, some would watch until it dropped, and some added another decoration. Some touched the tip, some farther up, many just with one finger, a few would grip it gently to test its hardnessæit had never been so hard for so long. At least half kissed it. Almost all the women, and a few of the men. One couple came up, and at the woman’s encouragement, they kissed it together. I was definitely the center of attention that night. I felt proud of myself that I was able to stay frozen so long, with so much attention, and while cumming a drop at a time. My arms and most of my legs were so numb I couldn’t feel them. In a way that made staying frozen easier. I’m sure if I wasn’t numb, I would feel my muscles cramping, so I was glad to be numb. My torso was numb from the corset being too tight for so long. My groin was numb except for my over-stimulated cock, where all my sensations seemed to be centered. In a way, perhaps, I was my cock and nothing more. My feet were numb past feeling. I wouldn’t be surprised if my toes were black and blue and bruised from standing on those heels for so long. My arms were completely gone. They went first. They were past being asleep. I simply didn’t have any arms. The party lasted about 6 hours. The time went so fast! I didn’t want it to end. But finally I heard Mistress say good night to the last of the guests and close the door. She came into the room with the full length mirror and as soon as I saw myself I came, overcome with how beautiful I looked. I learned later that seeing the mirror was the trigger to allow me to cum completely. Mistress had moved the saucer so it caught most of it, but some shot far out into the room. Mistress giggled, and came over and put her mouth over my cock and sucked me dry. At long last my hard cock relaxed, and the rest of me remained frozen. “Petal,” Mistress said, “you are wonderful. You have made this the best party I have ever had. Everyone had nothing but compliments for you. Thank you Petal. I know this was your dream and your night, but you have made me very happy as well. And you certainly were the center of attention.” And we have a lot of wonderful pictures, and of course we have video taped you the whole evening. While she was speaking, Master was behind me and had taken the supports off my arms. I felt them drop to my sides, still numb and completely without feeling. I still remained frozen. Master continued and removed the glass ball ornaments and the other breakable ones. “Now Petal, it was a wonderful night, and it is time for it to end. I’m going to say the trigger, and you will no longer be frozen. Are you ready?” I blinked, still unable to do anything but that. She said, “Petal, tonight you have bloomed.” And with that I collapsed, fell straight down in a heap, with no more control over my body than I’d had when frozen, only now I was no longer frozen in place. Gravity had taken me. They let me lay there for a few minutes and they removed the remaining ornaments so that I wouldn’t get hurt by the hooks when they helped me move. After a few minutes, I really have no idea how long, the numbness throughout my being was slowly was replaced by cramps and unthinkable muscle pain. I wanted to scream, yet I was so happy that I didn’t need to. Mistress and Master carefully undressed me, and then carried me to the whirlpool and laid me in the hot water and turned on the jets. Feeling slowly returned to me. It was the perfect end to the perfect dream night. I almost felt like I was in a permanent trance and I didn’t want to come out. If this pleased my Mistress, then I had indeed found my calling in life, for nothing had ever pleased me so. It would be the next day before I had enough strength to use my own muscles. After the whirlpool, they dried me and then laid me in Mistress’s king sized bed, with satin sheets and a velvet comforter. She crawled in beside me and wrapped her legs and arms around me and kept me warm. I had never felt so wonderful and protected. She reached over to the beside table and brought the golden saucer back. She licked a huge tongue full of cum and then kissed me deep and we drank my cum together. I had become Petal. My Mistress’s flower. |
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