fter my lady tires of her reading, she looks up to see me patiently awaiting her pleasure.

"Come here, little one. I now wish to take note of your boyish nature which I intend to bring under my command."

At this, she rings for my nurse and commands her to remove my blessed female attire and return me to her in my page's attire. I am whisked off to be divested and returned to my basic attire of hose, body suit, and wig. When I am returned to my mistress, I can see that she is now intent on some form of discipline. My nurse flings me to the feet of my mistress where I lie in fear of her wrath.

"My child, you will now learn to curb any devilish desires for freedom from service at my command. Sally, get me the muzzle and fix it firmly over this manly child's pretty face."

Sally goes to a cabinet and returns with a kind of harness of silken black ribbon which she fits over my nose, around my brow and over my wig. The brow piece ties at the back; then a sort of muzzle is fitted over my mouth and secured at the nape of the neck, sealing my lips shut. Other ribbons seal my nostrils, and one which passes over my nose is stretched through a loop under my chin. My nose and mouth can thus be closed by pulling on this long leash.

This done, my nurse ties a sort of jacket around my body, effectively binding my arms tightly to my sides. She commands me to rise from my kneeling position. I cannot use my bound arms and I have to push myself up, using my head as a third leg. After much difficulty and heavy breathing, I succeed. Anklets are secured to my legs, connected to one another with a brass chain.

I am now ready for the curbing of my manly nature.

Sally gives the leash to my lady mistress, who rises from the couch, a whip in hand. She pulls steadily on the leash, cutting off my breath. I am forced to move forward, shuffling in my fetters and delicate slippers.

Thus I am conducted to a ring attached to the wall six feet above the floor. The leash from my muzzle is tied to the ring so that my chin is elevated. In order to keep my nostrils and mouth open to breathe, I have to stretch up on my toes. I stare anxiously at the wall, unable to see what is taking place behind me.

Suddenly I feel the sting of the lash on my buttocks and legs and thighs. I am whipped until tears run down my cheeks and sweat drains from my body. Yet the pain is offset by a pleasing warmth which spreads over me, my mind gaining an astonishing clarity. After thirty lashes, I am nearly exhausted and gasping for breath. I am crying with pain and fear, my knees buckling. I am given a moment to regain my footing, weakly trying to stand on tip-toe to gain oxygen, but can not, and fall into darkness.

The boy was seen to be hanging from the ring and in danger of asphyxiation.

"Take him down gently, Sally. I fear we may have to bring him around with ammonia."

The boy fell to the floor, a limp body, and was quickly revived with smelling salts.

"Remove the muzzle, Sally, and let him rest. Roll him in a blanket. He may be in shock."

The boy was led away to be prepared for bed.

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