Message-ID: <3042eli$9708172010@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!) (3/6) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5t6c43$e6t$8@eros.clara.net> ************************************************************************************ Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html ************************************************************************************* From: Edwin Gay Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!) Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500 Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) Message-ID: "This is a special video you are watching. It is tied to an interactive computer program. This program is a training tape for submissive whores that I developed. As you see your slutty images the program will send subliminal messages through the video and audio to mold your drug weakened mind. Your thoughts and desires will be to serve me as a sex starved slut." "The program will start you off by learning the pleasures of being stimulated as a female. Your little sex partner here will fondle and caress your new female body. As you respond the program will monitor your responses and send new commands to you to heighten your responses. Your partner will get new commands to accelerate your stimulation. Soon you will be in the throws of a upward sexual spiral that will program your minds into those of insatiable sex slaves. Enjoy it girls, because you will be girls when I get back. My mindless, sexual slave girls though." Her voice transformed again to SuSu's, "I bring back new friends and we all make fuckie soon, yes? My boyfriends like girls with cocks, but you will have to do. They not know it but that will be what they fuckie anyway. He, He, He " Her full, tight ass swiveled as "she" crossed the room and shut the door." I felt the need to look deeply into the televisions screen. As I did so, I was aware that The new Cynthia did also. After an unknown period of time, I felt my hands begin to explore Cynthia's latex body. My long nailed hands glided over her full, luscious breasts. Simultaneously I felt her fondling my breasts. Her nails scratched their way across my nipples. I could actually feel the sensation through my life like latex skin. The sensation of her touch triggered a response in my brain. I felt my nipples growing to meet her hands. At the same time I felt my cock engorge within its latex prison. On the outer skin it appeared as if my new clit was swelling in feminine excitement. As these new sensations flooded my mind and body I was dimly aware of the program sending me new commands. First, these new feminine pleasures were being drilled into my sub-concious mind. They were going to be forever a part of my mental profile. The need for my breasts to be fondled and abused, along with the total sexual pleasure that these actions brought me. The second set of commands was driving me and the new Cynthia to further explore each other. I wanted more than anything to taste her swollen wet lips and hot wet tongue. I placed her gorgeous face in my totally feminine hands and drew her to me. I pressed my lips to hers and felt the unique sensation of two sets of bee-stung lips pressing against each other. I began nibbling on her lips. This progressed to both of us biting on the full lip of the other. Pain and pleasure were being mixed in our desires. The program drove us on to make this part of our need to exist. My hot tongue darted into her mouth. I tasted the familiar tastes of SuSu. that could not change until her diet had been altered to mimic Cynthia's. More commands washed over me. We began a tug of war with our tongues she started by sucking mine deeply into her throat. I could not believe how far my tongue extended , nor how deeply she took it without gagging. Again the program was conditioning our minds and bodies to do things no normal human would consider, but things a sex slave would die for. My desired heightened as we continued sucking and fondling each other's breasts. Suddenly and simultaneously, our hands moved downward to each others pussies. I felt her totally realistic pussy lips through her panties. She was swollen and wet with desire. It was then that my clouded mind noticed that my panties wet also. Apparently the cock sheath had a catheter implanted into me male sexual tubing. The seminal fluids that my male body was producing in response to my lovers stimulation were being used to lubricate my new pussy. I felt Cynthia's hands remove my panties, but this time I did not copy her actions. Instead, I lounged back and spread my nylon clad legs. The latex Cynthia buried her face in my crotch and began to eat my new pussy. I was no longer sure if it was the program that was driving my passion or just the overwhelmingly exquisite sensations of having my pussy eaten by such a beautiful woman. I did feel the program cause my mind to make me totally thankful to my lover for giving me such pleasure. There was a twist then that overwhelmed my desires with a greater desire to give her pleasure. For the rest of my life, any time I felt pleasure, I would have a burning desire to sexually satisfy my lover. I was a slave to my passion. As I felt the pleasure of Cynthia eating my pussy and nibbling on my hard clit, my attention was diverted to looking at myself. The program was at work again. I took in the erotic site of my beautiful nylon encased legs and the extremely high heels on my feet. I saw the full swell of my hips and felt the roundness of my lush ass. I marveled at the disappearance of my waist that accentuated my rips titties. Then I was forced to look at the screen. I saw a drop dead gorgeous tanned French slut having her pussy eaten by an equally beautiful southern belle. This image was burned into my mind. I fell in love with the feminine image in the screen. I was that slut and I loved her. She was everything that a lover could want. She was gorgeous, sensual, erotic, submissive, and totally bound to her sexual desires. As my gaze was frozen to my loving image I could feel mt pussy continue to moisten. Cynthia's tongue was lapping at my clit forcing my male juices to mimic a wet pussy. The passion rose and rose to unbelievable heights. then Cynthia drove her finger into my ass. Her long nailed fingers hurt so good as they scratched their way to my prostate. As she hit that magic gland I felt myself cumming. My balls exploded in a devastating and protracted orgasm. But all I saw was the Beautiful French slut on the screen cumming like a bitch in heat. That was the image that was burned into my mind forever. I was and was in love with the slut. She would rule my life with her passion and need to totally satisfy others. Before I could even fully assimilate my new personality, the programming drove my actions. It was my turn to satisfy Cynthia. No, not my turn, but my duty, my desire, my life. JESSICA'S Story I woke up feeling great, stretching out in my huge king sized bed, feeling the satin sheets caress my body. I had nothing to get done tonight, indeed, I had nothing to do for three months when I planed to move to New York. I had quit my job at the Computer Land in Beverly Hills and had every plan of simply enjoying myself for the next few weeks at least, then maybe travel a little. What had made all of this possible was that during a trip to Europe I had bought into a Lotto and had been lucky to the pleasant surprise of 13.5 million dollars. I had told no one of my luck, I have no living relatives and, except for work, not a lot of friends. The only place I had written anything was to put the entire story, including the Swiss Bank numbers into my diary. But then, I put everything in my diary, EVERYTHING. I was sharing a huge house in the Malibu Canyon area with two other girls. I had told one of them that the owner was going to sell, and she had made plans and moved. Yolanda had moved over three weeks ago and the other "girl", SuSu, was mine to enjoy till I tired of the cheep little part time whore. Then I would have the entire house to myself. I slid out of bed and dropped my pale blue lace nightgown on the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror. Short brown hair cut in a pixie style, big deep blue eyes, firm, trim body and 38DD breasts. All in all, a very attractive and desirable looking young woman stared back at me from the mirror. Now to get dressed. First I put on my black nylon and lace garter belt. I love garter belts, they make me feel so feminine and alluring. After my garter belt was around my 22 inch waist, I smoothed my silky thigh hi black seemed, very sheer hose on over my creamy legs and fastened the garters. I pulled my black french cut bikini panties on over my nylons up over my garter straps and misted my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I couldn't help but think that there are so many dirty names for a woman's vagina, my secret name for it was my cunny and I like that so much better. After checking that my stocking seams were straight, I put on my beautiful new black velvet sandals with there slim spiked 5 inch heels. As I fastened the slender black velvet ankle straps I caressed my nyloned leg. God, I loved the way it felt, my leg was so smooth and sexy and the sight of my inch long wine red nails against the dusky silk of the nylons made me feel so hot I wanted to cum right then. Over to the make up table to put my face on. Translucent creamy beige foundations smoothed my face to flawless perfection. My brows I penciled in high arching thin and sexy. Next came my longest, lushest false eyelashes outlined in jet black eye liner. On my lower lids went glittering gold eye shadow followed by hot pink to my brows. Hot wine blush made my cheeks glow. Slick wet creamy wine red lipstick made my mouth perfect. The final touch for my pretty face was a light dusting of pressed powder. I looked at the reflection in the lighted makeup mirror and loved what I saw. A beautiful, sexy face, luscious wet wine lips, exotic, exquisite eyes, perfect. I gently traced my stiff, erect nipples with my long, perfect wine nails. But if I was going any place tonight, I'd better finish getting ready. I walked over to the bed and began to dress. I picked up the lush, gorgeous heavy floor length black velvet skirt, and began to put it on. I slowly pulled the black velvet up over my spiked heels, up over my silky, ebony nyloned legs, up over my creamy thighs and finally my lace covered crotch. When the skirt was on, I zipped and buttoned it closed. I checked myself in the full length mirror. The skirt perfect, tight, very tight, around my sweet sexy ass and waist then dropped within a inch of the floor. Next I put on the black velvet satin lined bikini bra top. The tiny cups of the bikini just barely covered my stiff erect nipples, nipples that were very much visible through the velvet and satin that just barely imprisoned them. I love the feel of settling my very firm pretties, opps, breasts, into the silky smooth bra cups. I picked up the black velvet choker with it's diamond broach and fastened around my ivory throat. The long, exquisitely heavy diamond earrings were next, 3 inches long, a glittering cascade of brilliant fire whose erotic weight pulled on my lobes and made my cunny even wetter. When I was sure my outfit was perfect, I went to the closet where I kept some of my wigs. I love wigs, all kinds and all colors and all lengths. There are however some very special wigs that I keep locked up in my "Fantasy room" in the basement along with my "toy" collection (which has grown out of sight since I won the Lotto). I took out my golden honey blond "Princess Di" and carried it over to my makeup table. It took me about a half hour to put my wig on to my satisfaction. When I was finished the wig looked totally natural framing my pretty face in a perfectly coiffure honey gold dream. As soon as I was happy with the elegant, exquisite, angelic effect I had created with my tight, elegant black velvet gown, high, sexy heels, exotic makeup and beautiful golden hair, I began to select the rest of my jewelry to make me perfect. For my right wrist I choose a very slender diamond and platinum ID bracelet with my name, first and middle, "Jessica Michelle" engraved in tiny letters. For my left, an inch wide diamond bracelet. I laid these bracelets on the bed. The final touch was a fine platinum and gold ankle bracelet with tiny, almost to small to be seen letters that said "Bitch God- dess". As I fastened the tiny catch I thought, I had never, ever, worn that ankle bracelet out before, but I planned to do lots of new things in the near future. I picked up my elegant, feminine shoulder length black satin opera gloves and pulled them slowly on, enjoying the feel of the satin on my arms and hands. I ran my hand down the opposite arm, from elbow to wrist, the feeling was exquisite. I fastened the three tiny black pearl buttons at each wrist then put my bracelets on. Then, very gently, I let my right satin covered index finger trace the outline of the swollen, stiff, hard nipple that was prisoner behind the rich black velvet. God, how very nice it felt. I wanted so badly to lay back on the bed, my long tight sexy skirt bunched around my thighs, my skimpy black lace panties pulled down, a single satin gloved finger deep in my sweet cunny while the other satin gloved hand stroked my firm, full pretties until I made myself spend again and again. But that would come latter tonight. I put on my black velvet blazer jacket. As I slipped my arms into the tight sleeves I watched in the mirror as my gown was completed. The fit was unbelievable. As I buttoned the jacket I watched as my sweet pretties were squeezed gently up and out into almost obscene prominence. I walked over to my second walk in closet, my steps short and sexy as the tight velvet of my skirt slowed my steps and as my high, slim spike heels thrust my ass and sweet pretties out taut against the constrictive velvet and got the perfect final touch. A ankle length black mink with a black leather tie belt. I let my black satin covered hands run over the silky soft, rich, thick black fur. The feel of the fur almost made me cum right then as I slid my arms into the wonderful, sexy mink. I didn't belt the coat, not yet. I picked up my black satin evening clutch and checked inside to make sure that my credit cards were all there and picked up the keys to my Mercedes. One last check in the mirror, god I loved what I saw! A truly superb woman stood at the other end of my dressing room framed in the mirror. A cold, jewel like face of exceptional beauty looked straight at me. Large, brilliant blue eyes regally surveyed the scene from under long, lush lashes. A full, delicious wine red mouth half pouted, half smiled at all those who were less sophisticated, less sensual, less totally female then her. Her regal face was framed in a golden blond, perfectly coiffure dream that misted but did not hide the icy fire of the diamonds that hung from her ear lobes. At her neck was a black velvet choker with it's heart shaped diamond broach. And at the creamy white neck there was a almost magical transformation. In beautiful contrast to the cold, imperial beauty of the face, the body was a hot, lush, erotic female dream. Huge, firm breasts, flat small waist, lush tight ass, a perfect animal body. A body dressed to make men want to have those slim satin gloved fingers touch their hard, swollen filthy cocks, to let those same satin hands guide that same straining cock deep into her tight, hot cunny. A body that made other women wonder what it would be like to kiss and gently suck those huge, stiff, erect nipples, to caress the soft creamy thighs and to taste her in the secret ways only another woman can share. Her sweet, sexy body was gowned in tight beautiful black velvet and glistening mink. From under the hem of the rich, tight, sexy floor length skirt the promise of high, spiked heels was revealed at every step. I smiled at my sweet reflection and went out of my bedroom, down the stairs to the living room. I didn't believe it! Standing in the living room was SuSu. Damn it, what was she doing out here at midnight. She was supposed to have some sort of date with some guy she was fucking, she had even showed me the note from him asking her to his house. After that she had some "Job". One more day and this Singapore, she-male bitch's street walking days would be over, thank God. Looking at her I thought what a perfect slave SuSu would make. I had even had a very special outfit made just for her. SuSu was dressed like a slut, which didn't surprise me. SuSu was wearing a tight, very, very tight magenta leather skirt and blazer, royal blue lace hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle straps and impossibly high spiked heels. As always SuSu had cinched her waist down to a sluts hour glass body. SuSu "outfit" made her look just like the cheep whore she was. "SuSu! You look lovely this tonight. How are you darling?" "Thank you Jessica, you look so nice. So sorry to bother you, but I hoping you not left yet. I have to get something from room, now my car no start and I have a job. Could you PLEASE give me ride downtown? I be happy pay for gas." "Of course SuSu sweet, I'd be happy to, I'm going that way myself." SuSu picked up her purse and followed me to the car. I really hate the idea of this cheep she-male hooker in my car, but in only 24 hours SuSu won't be riding anywhere. "Where is your job at SuSu?" "Promise you no laugh, I going to model bridal and evening gowns for store called "FOREVER BRIDAL". I looked out of the corner of my eye at the bright red lipstick, heavy rouge, purple eye shadow and inch and a half false eyelashes and thought "God what a joke". The thought of SuSu in the white satin and lace of a virgin bride was just to stupid to believe. SuSu smiled and babbled on "It on the corner of Eighth Street, by new mall. It have small, private underground garage, that where service entrance is. You please drop me there? I afraid go in there this late by self. They want to do photos while store closed and I get job because other girl no would work this late. Yolanda find out about job and call me, she so nice." Her pathetic desire to have me like her made me ill, however, I replied sweetly, "Of course SuSu sweet. I'll be only to happy to drop you off at the door." It didn't take long to get there and the small underground garage was empty when I pulled in. I drove all the way to where the door was and put my Mercedes in park while I waited for SuSu to get out. She smiled, and opened her clutch. "SuSu, you don't really have to give me anything, I was going this way already." Her blue leather gloved fingers came out of the blue leather clutch holding a hypodermic syringe, her other leather gloved hand was shoving my fur and skirt up, I felt the sting of the needle on my thigh. "SuSu you crazy fucking bitch! What did you do to me? God, what was in that needle you stupid bitch?" SuSu reached past me toward the car keys. I tried to stop her, grab her, but my arms wouldn't move. She turned the ignition off and took the keys out. I watched in horror as she carefully straightened my skirt and fur. I tried to scream but nothing would come out! God what is this she-male whore doing, what is happening? SuSu got out of the car and went to a door marked "Service" and knocked. In just the matter of a few seconds the door opened and out walked a impossibly beautiful woman, dressed in a breathtaking bizarre blood red and black latex Dominatrix outfit. I watched as she came toward me, the skin tight, long sleeved, high necked, blood red mini-dress zipped tightly from neck to hem. Black shiny latex gloves covered her slim fingers, her shapely legs encased in thigh-hi gleaming black latex boots with soaring 7 inch spiked heels. All of her beautiful exotic latex fit her like a second skin. Her long, long buttock length hair was jet black, full and thick framing a creamy skinned perfect face. All I could see was the lower half of her face because she wore a black latex cape with a hood that shadowed much of the rest. Blood red lip broke into a gentle smile and I could see the movement of her inch long thick black lashes. Then she was gone from my field of view, I could hear the click of her heels as she came to my side of the car but I couldn't turn my head to see what she was doing. The sounds of her heels stopped and I heard my car door open and a soft sweet liquid voice spoke "SuSu my sweet, please see to the door, we don't want to be interrupted". I heard the sounds of SuSu's heels as she went to the door, the sound of the door sliding shut followed by a snap as a lock clicked shut. I watched as a black latex hand took my black satin hand, everything was spinning, and then all was darkness. When I came to I was naked, I couldn't believe this was really happening to me! I tried to move, only to discover that I was bound to a curious frame of some sort. I was bound in a kneeling position, my arms pulled straight back and up. My head was bound so that while I could turn my head slightly from side to side I was forced to look down, completely unable to look out straight, let alone up. That slut SuSu was really going to pay for this. Then I heard the sound of a woman's high heels behind me. I tried to turn but couldn't, then suddenly there she was in front of me. I could only see her from about tit high down. Whoever the bitch was, she was wearing my gown and fur! I exploded, "What the fucking hell do you think your doing! Get me down from this god damn thing and get your fucking ass out of my gown. Do you know who I am? Well? God Damn it, I'm Jessica DeChombonard, now get me down now and get your fucking cunt out of my clothes, whoever the fuck you are!" I watched in disbelief as a satin gloved finger reached out and gently stoked my left nipple. This was to much, "Take your fucking hand off of me and get your fucking ass out of my gown and fur. I don't know who you are, but I am a very important person and you are in a lot of trouble unless you release me this instant. Get out of my things!" The woman who was wearing my gown spoke for the first time, "You shouldn't speak to me like that, you must address me as is proper." "I'll address you anyway I fucking well please, now let me up and give me my gown and fur! A satin gloved hand gently stroked my face,."I really don't think you understand about these clothes, or for that matter, about anything else. Now please my sweet, you must be nice when you speak to me." I screamed this dumb bitch who dared to wear my things, "Now listen you stupid mother fucking cunt, I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard and I don't give a fuck what you want. Now you will untie me and you will get your twat out of my things. Now, right fucking now." Then, without any warning, she slapped me hard across my helpless face. With each word her satin gloved hand cracked first my right, then my left cheek, "You filthy cum filled whore, you will never, ever speak to your Mistress like that again you cheep, stupid bitch! You are not Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, you are my slave, you fucking dumb bitch. From this second on whore, you will show me the respect your Mistress deserves. Now whore, who are you and who am I?" "Please!", I cried, "My name is Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, just please don't hit me again." She slapped my face again and again. "You are not Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, you are a whore and my slave. Now who are you cunt and who am I?" I was crying, I begged her to stop, "Oh god please stop, please don't hurt me any more, please dear God stop." She reached for something where I couldn't see and brought forward, oh god no, a black leather riding crop. The riding crop cracked against my open, defenseless cunny, I sobbed, helpless with pain. She waited for me to stop sobbing, "You filthy cum drinking slut, you are my slave, a cheep worthless whore. Now for the last time, who are you?" I choked back my tears, "I'm your slave, please don't hurt me any more, not there, not my cunny, oh please, you hurt my cunny so very bad." Her black satin hand stroked my right nipple very gently, "Very good whore, now bitch, who am I?" "Please, I don't know, please." Still stroking my breast, she continued, "Well cunt, what is your name?" "Please, my name is Jessica DeChombonard." The riding crop exploded across my helpless pretties and cunny while she screamed, "You are not Jessica DeChombonard, you are my slave and a slut, Jessica DeChombonard is a beautiful, elegant woman, you are slut, a whore. You are not Jessica DeChombonard. Now you fucking cum filled cunt, who are you and who am I. Answer me slut!" Between helpless sobs, I cried, "I am your slave and you are my mistress, please, oh god, my cunny and my pretties! Please Mistress, don't hurt my cunny any more." The beautiful black satin hand again gently stoked my left nipple, "That's so much better my sweet slave, but you still haven't said who I am, well?" "Please Mistress, I don't know, you are my Mistress, Please don't hurt my cunny again, please Mistress." "Very good slut, I am your Mistress. You have that part right. Now what your Mistress's name?" Oh Jesus, that horrible riding crop flicked out again catching my defenseless cunny. Through the red haze of pain in my poor, hurt cunny I heard her say, "You stupid fucking whore, you don't even know your Mistress's name? Very well then, we can't continue your education unless you know who your governess is. MY NAME IS JESSICA, Jessica Michelle DeChombonard. Now my fucked little bitch, what is your sweet Mistress's name? Well whore, answer me!" "I couldn't believe what I heard, I began to sob, "Oh my God, No. Please, no! I'm Jessica, not you, please stop hurting me and let me go, please?! I'll do anything you say, give you anything you could want. You can keep my gown and fur, anything. Just let me go to be Jessica again, please?" The woman in my clothes then laid down the riding crop. I thought, "Oh yes, she is going to let me up, she is going to set me free." She reached behind me, her mink and velvet body pressed close to my naked, bound torso. Then so quickly, I didn't even get a glimpse of her face, she crouched between my wide spread legs. I felt the gentle caress of her satin fingers as she tenderly spread the outer lips of my cunny. White-hot pain smashed me from my helpless cunny. I screamed, and sobbed, god how bad it hurt. I looked down through tear filled eyes at my violated cunny. She had fastened an alligator clip to my clit! Oh Jesus how it hurt! I watched in unbelieving horror as those beautiful, elegant black satin hands reached towards my left breast. I saw the gleaming silver of a pair of clip type nipple clamps. All I could do was sob, "No Please!" over and over as the clips were placed on the tender, swollen nipples of first my left, then my right breast. Then she slapped me hard in the face, again and again while she screamed, "Shut the fuck up bitch, do you hear me cunt. I said to shut your fucking mouth, you cum drinking whore, shut up or I will really hurt you, you dick sucking little slut." Slowly I managed to quite my body wracking sobs. I tried to look up, I whimpered, my voice small, soft, begging, "Please Mistress, my cunny hurts so bad, please, your hurting my cunny." She sneered, "I said shut your cum filled mouth. I am Jessica, not you. When you speak to me, you shall only address me by name. Whenever you address me, you will speak to me as if I was your lover, your sweetest, most perfect love. You have nothing to give me cunt, I already have everything sweet, elegant Jessica has. And you whore, are my total slave, and will do anything I say, be anything I want. You can end the pain only by your total acceptance and submission to me as Jessica. Now that you know that I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, answer my question. Remember I am your lover and you are my sweet slave." I knew deep inside I would do, say anything to stop the pain in my cunny and pretties, my voice betrayed my temporary submission, "Sweetest Darling, your name is Jessica, You are my Mistress and my lover." "And who are you?" "I am my beautiful Jessica's slave, her whore, her lover." "And what is my full name bitch?" "My sweet, gentle lady, your full name is Jessica Michelle DeChombonard." "And what does my pretty slave twat do?" "Whatever my sweetest, precious Mistress wishes me to do, please sweetheart, my cunny and pretties hurt so bad, please lover, I'll be a good slave for my beautiful Jessica, just please take the clips off my pretties and my cunny." She savagely back handed my poor bruised face, her voice a heartless sneer, "Cunt, don't you ever again ask me to do anything that makes you feel better! Your only reason for being, your whole purpose for your slut life from this second forward is to give me pleasure. If hurting you excites me then you must beg me to hurt you. You are still clinging to the false hope you can somehow awaken from this nightmare. What you fail to grasp, to even begin to comprehend, is that this is not your nightmare, it is my wet dream! Now my sweet little toy, would you like the clips removed from your cunny and pretties?" "God no, I mean, only if you want to, please." She hit me again. "Have you forgotten everything I have taught you so far, now cunt, how do you address me?" I whimpered through my tears, "I'm sorry my love, I forgot. Please my adored lady, forgive me. You should remove these clips from my pretties and from my cunny only if you wish to my sexy, beautiful darling. I won't ask again. I'm here only for your pleasure darling." She slapped my poor, brutalized face hard, "You don't have pretties or a cunny you fucking stupid slut. Jessica has pretties and a sweet cunny, not you! Whores like you have tit's and a wet, hot cunt. What you have is a pussy, a twat, now you say it bitch!" "Yes, yes!" I sobbed, "I have a cunt, please sweet Jessica, your whore has a cunt, a twat to be used by my beautiful Mistress, I'm Jessica's whore. Please, let me go down on you, I know how to make another woman feel very good! Please Jessica my love, let me make you feel good." "So now you would like to make me feel good. You like making love to other women, don't you slut?" "Yes darling Jessica, anything to make my Mistress happy." "How about men, how about a nice hard cock in your cunt or sucking a big thick cum filled dick in your mouth?" "No Mistress, the only lover I want is you, a beautiful sexy woman." "What if I want to see you fucking with a man, his hard cock buried deep in you hot little box?" "Please no, I don't like cock, I don't like men" I begged, god my cunt hurt, "Please let me make you feel good Jessica, let me eat you darling. I know you would taste so sweet, Please?" "So you don't like cocks? I thought all whores liked cocks? But all you can think about is eating out my cunny, going down between my silky soft thighs. What kind of whore are you, bitch? What name do we call sluts that like other women? Well?" "Please darling Jessica, don't make me say it, please!", I begged. Jessica picked up that terrible black leather riding crop with her beautiful, sexy black satin gloved hand and inserted the tip into my helpless cunny. No not cunny, I corrected myself, into my pussy. "Well slut?", Jessica purred as she began to slowly work the ridding crop deeper into my cunt. "I'm a lesbian darling. Please my love, let me be your lesbian bitch." God no, I was getting wet, my pussy was getting all hot and wet. I begged, "Let me be your lover darling. Please Jessica, please! Yes!" Jessica pressed close to me, still fucking me with the riding crop, her other hand moving behind my head, fumbling with something. Then suddenly my head was free, as she stepped back, I looked up at my Mistress's face. I felt my eyes go wide with disbelief. "Oh dear sweet fucking god no! You look just like me! My gown, my wig, my fur, my makeup, my heels, my face, my body! Oh Jesus! How? Why?" Suddenly, she jammed the riding crop deep inside me and pressed it brutally up against the clip on my clit. Blinding pain erupted from my agonized cunt. With her other hand she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up. "Have you forgotten all of your lessons so quickly slut. You seem to have forgotten our roles. Only Jessica wears the satin and velvet and mink. You whore, never wore them, did you whore?" I screamed in my pain, "No, I never wore them, never!" "Whose fur bitch?" "It's your mink Jessica, it's all yours, everything! God my twat, Please Jessica my twat. Lover please!" "That's right slut, I am Jessica. I have on Jessica's makeup, Jessica's satin garter belt, Jessica's silky hose, Jessica's skimpy panties, Jessica's sexy high heels, Jessica's tiny velvet bikini bra, Jessica's tight velvet skirt, Jessica's beautiful jacket, Jessica's elegant satin gloves, Jessica's lush mink, Jessica's jewelry, Jessica's makeup, Jessica's wig, Jessica's face, Jessica's voice, Jessica's body, Jessica's life! I am Jessica now, rich bitch Jessica, dominate, beautiful, perfect. You are now just a whore, a slave, my toy slut to be fucked anyway I chose. Isn't that right whore?" Through my tears I looked up at the stunning, elegant woman standing in front of me. With the last ounce of my fading will I spoke "I am not a whore. I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, not you. You look like me, you even sound like me, but you can't hope to get away with this impersonation. Now please, whoever you are, let me up and give me my things back. I promise never to tell anyone what happened." To my surprise, she let me finish. Slowly she began to caress my body gently with her satin gloved hands, to press her velvet and mink clad body against my helpless naked body. Then both of her hands were on my breasts, the nipple clamps in her long slender fingers. Slowly, with exquisite cruelty she began to squeeze the clamps tighter, while her body continued to press sensuously against mine. Her voice whispered gently in my ear, "I am not a whore. I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, not you. I look like you, I even sound like you, I don't have to "get away" with an impersonation. From tonight on I AM you. Now please remember my pretty little whore, you are now my slave forever, I'll let you up when I want to and dress you to please me. I promise you'll never, ever tell anyone what's happened. Your problem, you filthy little slut is that you can not yet accept what has happened to you." Completely broken, I was softly sobbing, all I could say was "Please my love, please darling Jessica." She kept pressing harder and harder. Flashes of light began to explode in front of my eyes. The pain was unbearable, my tits felt like they were aflame. I begged her "Please lover, please! Please, your right. Jessica, goddess, please my lady, please." She pressed herself close against me, "Who am I bitch?" "Jessica Michelle." "And you?" "Your slut slave darling." "And do you want to please me, make me feel good?" "More then anything my love." Suddenly the pain that bathed my nipples in white fire was gone, Jessica had removed the clamps. God the relief was unbelievable. Then Jessica removed the clamp from my miserable aching clit. Jessica held a glass of wine to my bruised lips. As I drank I heard Jessica say, "You look awful darling, if your going to be my slave slut you must be beautiful to excite me. But you don't excite me like you are so I think you should become what and who I want. Slowly Jessica undid the straps that held me helpless. I tried to stand, but my body refused to move, I tried to scream, but my mouth would not open. Jessica stood me up. Jessica caressed my naked body with her satin gloved hands while she whispered gently in my ear, "God bitch, I'm going to enjoy doing this to you. You really don't understand the unbelievable luck that has led to our being together. But we have to hurry, Roxanne and Cynthia will be here soon and I want you to be ready to greet them." 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