Message-ID: <40219asstr$1041469812@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030101064717.33967.qmail@web14707.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dave Brown X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 22:47:17 -0800 (PST) X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Subject: {ASSM} The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Parts 1-3 By Jane Date: Wed, 1 Jan 2003 20:10:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman FM, FDom, Reluc, BD, Hum, TG, Pierce, corset -------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now <1st attachment, "djstory1.txt" begin> The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 1 of 5. By Jane. Copyright reserved. (fdom,ts,tg,rub,bond,corset,pierce,high heels) I wrote the first two parts of this chronicle to make sure I never forgot these wonderful events in my life, not knowing they were to be part of a complete change in my life. They were, however, originally written for my eyes only and certainly not intended for publication. My apologies for them being heavy reading. I was instructed to write the remaining three parts by my Lover and Mistress. Together they record my full transformation. Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at ynotwestminster@yahoo.removethis.com - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. I leave work on Friday, my mind in a jumble of thoughts of what had to be done the next week, not thinking of even the driving. Somehow I even forget that you might stay for the weekend and, in anticipation that you could get over, I'd left a key out for you. Opening the door I faintly smell your perfume and call your name but there's no reply. With the door locked I drop my case and walk through to the bar where I find you perched on a stool, dressed in a sexy black leather mini-skirt and teasingly see-through blouse, two glasses of wine waiting. With a smile you reach out for my hands, remove my watch and unbutton my shirt sleeves. Without a word you reach behind you, bringing out the leather cuffs and lock one around each of my wrists then, still without explanation, pass me a glass. Already I'm totally confused, not knowing what you have planned in your wicked mind but receiving loud and clear that you are in a beautiful dominant mood. Although we kiss gently you won't allow me to touch you as I want to, instead hinting that you will take what you want when your ready. Eventually you pull off my tie and remove my shirt, hardly touching my body, before telling me to undress completely while you sit there watching. When I'm totally naked, I'm ordered to turn my back to you, then I see the wide, black leahter belt in your hands as you pull it tightly round my waist, buckling it behind me. Still confused at what's happening I let you turn me round and lock my wrists to the D-rings on the belt, suddenly helpless and totally under your control. You won't answer my questions, causing more frustration, and I know it's hopeless to argue because I can't stop you doing whatever you want: as you've said in the past, the mind must surrender along with the body! Helplessly I stand before you, watching, as you push up your skirt to stroke your hands up your silky-stockinged thighs and play with your moist pussy through the split-crotch of your black satin panties for a few minutes. Getting off the stool, you slide your panties away from your dripping love- nest and down your black-stockinged legs then order me to step into them. I watch unable to prevent you sliding the soft silky panties up my legs until the damp sides of the crotch rest against the sides of my testicles, the thin sexy material about my hips, their black sheen making my genitals contrast sharply. You bend down and add straps to my ankles and I see they are joined by a short chain. Instead of answering my questions you pinch my nipples hard and grip my erecting penis firmly then finish your wine, refusing to give me any in our favourite mouth-to-mouth way. In that lovely, confident, teasingly bitchy way of yours (when you want to be!) you slowly unbutton your blouse and skirt, then peel them from your amazing body to reveal its beauty, clad in black bra, slip, suspenders and stockings, knowing my frustration at wanting to touch you but being totally incapable. My nipples receive another pinch before you perch on the stool again and take your time drinking my wine. Eventually you pull me close and, pushing my head down, pull your bra aside so that I can love your breast and nipple as you want me to, moving me to the other one when you're ready. You tell me to kneel down and, wriggling onto the edge of the stool, pull my head towards your wonderful, moist pussy. Spreading your thighs, you also hold your lips open so my tongue can caress your clitoris exactly as you need, grasping the back of my head and making me continue until your first orgasm bursts inside you. Momentarily satisfied you tell me to stand up again and I cannot stop you tying one end of a stocking tightly around the root of my penis, behind my testicles. Slowly and sexily you reach behind your back and unclip your sexy black bra, slipping the straps down your arms and baring your breasts to me. I am amazed when you move behind me and pull the bra tightly round my chest and clip it at the back. You undo the silky shoulder straps, put them over my shoulders and do them up again. Slipping your fingers inside the cups you squeeze and tease my nipples, my rigid penis confessing how much I am excited by what you are doing to me. After a final slow sip of wine, you blindfold me, take the other end of the stocking to lead me up to the bedroom. I struggle to keep up with you because of my shackler andkles. In darkness I am pushed back onto the bed where I lie helplessly at your mercy, finally feeling your movement as you also get onto the bed. I feel you straddle me and move up my body, the soft hair of your pussy gliding over my bound hands, before a nipple is pressed to my lips. As I try to kiss and suck it you tease me by moving back and forth, occasionally also tweaking my nipples through the lace of my new bra. You move further up the bed and, parting your lips press your very wet lovenest firmly down on my mouth, ordering me to push my tongue as deep as I can inside your very core. I do as I'm told, licking and sucking, rewarded by your groans of satisfaction when I do it as you want or punished by a hard pinch if I do it wrong, but finally sharing your pleasure as I feel you stiffen as a second climax pounds through your amazing body. When you recover you lift yourself from my face and, in darkness I wonder what will come next. Eventually I feel you firmly grasp my penis and the feel of a rubber ring being stretched down it, making my inevitable erection even firmer. Suddenly you straddle me and sink down upon my hips and I gasp with the heat of your pussy surrounding my rigid member. With slow, easy movements of your lovely hips you build up my arousal, but before I near orgasm I hear your breathing increase until you climax again. Satisfied for the moment, you climb off my body, leaving me totally frustrated, crying out for the release that only you can give. Instead you kiss me deeply, tease my nipples and testicles but ignore the part of me that is dying for your touch. I hear a momentary buzzing then you lift my testicles to one side and feel something cold pressing at the entrance to my body. It is sticky and lubricated with your lovejuice and I cannot prevent you from pushing the vibrator slowly into me until it will go no further and you switch it off, ending the weird feelings it was causing. The back of the black silk panties just holds it in place. You ask, knowingly, how much I like wearing your bra and panties, occasionally wriggling the vibrator inside me or pulling my bra to one side so you can bite firmly on my nipples. Minutes later your hands and lips leave me and, with the sound of the door closing, I realise in frustrated helplessness that you have left the room! Attempting to move reveals that my ankle-chain is now fixed to the bed. Only occasional sounds reach my ears over the next couple of hours as you move around the house and I am left in deep need of your attention, aware of my penetration and my tingling nipples, wondering when you will deign to give me relief from the incredible tension you have created. Despite trying I cannot free my hands or feet from the straps, nor can I reach the stocking still tied around my testicles. I cannot reach my nipples inside the bra nor reach my tied-up penis to gain relief. Suddenly I feel a caress on my neck and jump with surprise, not having heard you open the door. The wonderful touch of your fingers spreads over my body, igniting my passion once more as only you can, teasing, stroking, becoming firmer and more demanding until my erect penis feels like it will explode. You kiss me deeply, your tongue fighting wildly with mine as I feel your weight pressing down on my body, aware of your soft thighs squeezing my rampant member against your moist lips. At last you sit up and grasp your friend to brush it repeatedly back and forth over your love-button until I hear your arousal growing in your increased breathing. You part your lips before impaling yourself upon me and you laugh happily as I cry out with the wonderful feeling of your tight pussy gripping me where I need it most. Teasing and pinching my nipples inside my bra, you ride me, thrusting your hips firmly you ensue that I penetrate your incredible body as deeply as I can. We both are aware of our passions rising in unison until our cries of excitement mingle as our orgasms burst together. My ejaculation continues even longer than usual making me wonder if I will fill you too much until, as the feelings fade, you collapse on top of me, pressing your curvy softness down on my still helpless body. You kiss and caress me and we murmur in total physical and spiritual satisfaction for quite some time, yet still you refuse to untie or undress me. Eventually we fall asleep, your breast in my mouth, your nipple tingling against the tip of my tongue, the covers loose and comfortable yet snugly warm. I awake first in the morning, our movements during the night having dislodged the blindfold, and while I can drink in the sight of your amazing body lying next to me, I still cannot enjoy caressing it. I want to wake you, to demand you release me but I remain hypnotised by the peace in you, and instead take the chance to study every inch of your loveliness. Slowly, at last, I see your eyelids flicker open and am rewarded by the warmth of your smile. With murmured words of greeting we kiss, before you reach down to check my bonds and the vibrator. Frustration filling my voice, I beg you to release me but you laugh, telling me that you enjoy your control over me so much you will keep me as your sex-slave all weekend. You go on to tell me that you have brought several changes of clothes - and that you might be dressing me in some of them to see how I look in your sexy garments, especially the pretty lace-up corset I bought for you. The rapid erection in your hand that your words create lets you glipse into my once-dark secret needs. The confusion in your eyes fades as understanding takes over, a crafty smile lighting up your face. As you slowly understand those needs you grasp me firmly and move your soft hand slowly up and down, ordering me to tell you how excited I feel wearing your bra and panties and how much I want to wear all your other clothes adding that, as it obviously makes me so incredibly randy, you are also finding it very stimulating. Embarressed, I hesitatingly begin to do so, gradually loosing all inhibitions and telling you how I'd love to wear your sexy red satin bra and panties, black slip and sensual pleated skirt, you encouraging me with words and actions until I suddenly come in your hands. Only then do your free me, telling me I will be bound again later. At last, I wrap my arms around you, hugging every part of your body to me, savouring the soft touch of your breasts, hips, thighs against mine. Eventually we make our way into the shower together, both bewildered but amazed and wondering what our next round of lovemaking will bring. You demand to stay in control and tell me I will certainly be dressed in some of your sexy clothes and probably in make-up. You add that I had better start saving fast because you are going to take me out shopping as soon as possible to buy me my own sexy undies, corsets and stockings. My swelling member betrays how I hang on your words and the images they create. You also tell me that every time I visit you from now on I must change into female clothing immediately and that if you ever catch me, anywhere or any time, not wearing feminine undies you will tell everyone our secret. I shiver at your threat, knowing you are serious, and realise that, in one stroke, you have achieved total control over me. I have also seen and felt how much you enjoyed controlling me in bondage and wonder what the future will bring, especially to our love-making. Will it be soft and slow and gentle, or fast and urgent with me in ever more complex restraints? (You have already told me how excited you were looking through the local bondage catalogue; like a fool I told you about the imported ones, which you now have in your possession. I know you have also been surfing for information on our mutual love of bondage.) Whatever it will be, the arousing excitement, satisfaction and peace we had both achieved before we slept will need to be repeated very soon...... You tell me not to worry, that you won't be too rough with me, partly allaying the fears building up inside me, but spoil it all by saying how you'll make me always wear feminine undies when we are permanently together, then asking if I remember the price of the double dildo in the other catalogue and what waist and shoe size I am. When I question why you ask, you smile secretly and refuse to give an answer. Instead you grab the towel I had wrapped around my hips and scrutinise my naked body. Cryptically I'm told that while you've said I had a lovely body, you now know it can be improved with the right foundation garments. Back in the bedroom you walk to your case and pull out your black satin lace-up corset and tell me to `come here.' With embarassment, fear and arousal growing equally I obey, instinctively sucking in my stomach as you pull the corset around my waist and clip up the back. Standing in front of me you begin tightening the ribbon lacing and, as I feel the soft sexy squeeze of the corset shaping my body, ask if I like the feeling. Although my erecting penis gives you an answer by itself, which makes you giggle, I cannot control the words which pour out of my mouth without volition. "It's a beautiful corset and I love wearing it but I wish it was much tighter and firmer," I hear myself saying. Your eyebrows show your equal surprise yet you reply evenly "Then we must buy one of the leather bondage ones for you and I'll really lace you tight and make you suffer in it." My immediate response that "It sounds wonderful but I'd much prefer you to lock me into a rubber one, Vanya Darling," is also straight from the sub-conscious and I hear it with dismay that all my secrets are baring themselves before you. I start to mumble a denial to my words but you stop me with a quick but not unkind slap on my face and an order to be quiet. You delve into your case to get the lacy black stockings and Wonderbra and, holding the latter open, tell me to put my arms through the straps. When you do up the clips it is very tight round my chest but you ignore my complaint, tugging the cups down over my nipples whilst pulling up the skin of my chest. I sit on the edge of the bed when told and watch as you roll up a stocking and slide the slippery nylon over my toes and foot, before stretching it up my leg. With my other leg similarly coated I stand as ordered so you can pull the tops into place and attach the suspenders. Your red satin panties come next and you pull them onto my hips, my semi-erect penis only just fitting in them. "My, you are an excited little girl-boy, aren't you?" you comment before also sliding your sensuous black nylon mini-slip about my thighs. "You'll look much more feminine when you've shaved, Darling," your pointed words an obvious order and, enjoying the luxurious feel of my new lingerie I sit and do so while you cream your face and add some make-up. You push me down onto the bed and straddle my head, your thighs trapping my arms alongside my ears. As you part your lips I see you are very moist and realise that you really are excited at dominating and dressing me as I once secretly desired. You smile and lower your hips saying "suck me, pretty slave-girl" although the words are an order. After your rapid orgasm you smile down at me and ask "So you like wearing rubber clothing, do you, Darling? I don't know much about it but I certainly intend to find out. If it makes you more sexy I'm going to dress you in them all the time, but only clothes that look especially sexy and feminine. Now I'm sure you're a transvestite - and it really excites me to confirm that you are - I'm going to explore and exploit it to the limits, even when you don't like it. You see, I'm loving being so dominant, I feel wonderful being in total control of you and I'm going to make you so much more submissive and feminine. I can't wait to enjoy watching you totter and wiggle round our house in very tight corsets and sexy high heels like you'vebought for me; it'll be amazing to see you in rubber blouses and mini-skirts, especially with your arms and legs fetterred helplessly, having to do whatever I order. You'll have to like it because you won't be able to prevent it, will you Darling?" At last you lift your pussy from my mouth so I can reply, although I am lost for words at the prospects you have described. You assume I refuse to answer and, gripping my nipples firmly behind you, squeeze as hard as you can, making me squeal in pain. Instead of letting go, you continue to squeeze and twist, your thighs preventing my arms from reaching your hands, and you loudly order "tell me that you will do everything I say, that you will be my sexy slave-girl from now on and will meekly accept everything that I do to you. TELL ME, MY SLAVE," you yell. The pain in my nipples is so intense that I will do anything to stop it so I shout out what you want to hear and, thankfully the pain subsides, helped by you gently rolling my nipples, and you press your vagina over my mouth again. "Just remember that I will hurt you if I have to, Darling, whenever I feel like it. Also don't forget what you have promised, because I am holding you to it and will do everything I can to make my dominant needs come true. Each day I will make you more submissive and further under my control and you will learn to love it, to need it constantly. You first woke me up to what I needed by showing me what bondage was all about and it excited me very much. But now .I've discovered my dominant side and how exciting being Mistress Pain would be for me. I suspected some of your masochism quite a while ago and started exploring how much you could take, biting you harder each time and being a bit rougher with you and found you loved it. The more domination you took the more I wanted to give and we've a long way to go before I'll be satisfied. I've spent many long evenings with those catalogues imagining the different bondage I could put you into, but with sexy, feminine, rubber clothing and your transvestism you have opened up even more amazing possibilities and you know what an inventive, wicked mind I have for thinking of things to do to you. Now, suck me again because the thoughts have got me very excited, my slave." Meekly I obey, wondering if you will relieve me of the sexual tension that your description of the future has created. As I begin to press my tongue inside, you sigh contentedly then murmur that when I have satisfied you, you'll take me out to my workshop to see what leather I have; you have some ideas for special straps that I will make. You add that you will describe them carefully to me and that, this time, they will be the right size, to fit me and not you. You also say you want to explore my workshop to see what other exciting things I keep there. I shiver inside, dreading you might find my wig, rubberwear, and toys. You will know everything about me if you do, all my hidden side, and will use those things against me. As I continue to thrill you, my own arousal increasing, I dread to think what may happen to me in the next few hours knowing I have unleashed a force I'm now powerless to control. Suddenly you lift up from my face and turn around, before pressing your dripping love nest to my mouth once more. I feel your soft fingers slip inside the lacy, padded cups and grasp my nipples. As you roll them back and forth as you've taught me to love I find myself mewing with delight. Later your right hand slides down my body to lift up my slip and pull down the front of my satin panties. Holding my nipples again you lean forward and suck my erection deep into your mouth, the heated touch of your tongue being far more intense than usual and in minutes my orgasm is upon me. I scream against your pussy with the incredible feelings that this climax brings, which triggers your own and I feel your thighs squeezing inwards, trapping my head to your body. You slump forward on me, limp for a minute or two before turning round and craddling my head to your breast. Still breathing heavily, you kiss my hair then whisper that being in total control of me is creating unparalleled excitement and orgasms for you. Although I don't tell you, I feel the same and I'm sure you know this also. When we recover you climb to your feet and reach again into your case. I watch as you slowly, sexily dress in waspie, stockings and half-cup bra, your soft smile confidently revealing your knowledge that I cannot take my eyes off your beautiful body in such sexy clothing. You grasp my hand and pull me to my feet, then add the leather straps to my wrists, telling me "You'll wear those to remind you that bondage is only a lock's click away." You lead me into the kitchen and decide on breakfast and, although you get things out, insist that I cook and clear up afterwards. While I do you compliment me on how sexy I look in your undies but tell me how much better it will be wearing my own. While I finish the dishes you go off to the bedroom, returning in the blouse and skirt you wore last night, carrying my robe which you hold for me to put on. With it belted around me you hand me the keys to the garage and workshop, telling me to go and unlock them. With a sinking heart I walk outside, hoping nobody on the street will see my stockinged legs below my gown, hearing you follow right behind me. I retrieve the bag of leather as you order, my heart sinking further as you seize upon the collar I had already made and buckle it around my neck, then further still as you describe the thigh-to-wrist straps I'm to make for you. You help me measure the firm strips of leather around my thighs and wrists, advising me to "Make them a tight fit or I might get angry with you." I begin cutting and rivetting the black leather while you watch before you turn to my toolboxes, opening every drawer to look through it and occasionally asking questions about an item. When you find the one filled with straps and locks you search through them with interest and put one or two items aside, but I can't see what. Later I hear a triumphant chuckle behind me and see you holding the steel handcuffs, your eyes sparkling with the possibilities flitting through your imagination. Eventually you look under the benches and spot the first box and, finding it locked, demand the key. Hesitation dissolves under your triumphant stare. My heart pounding, I retrieve the key from its hiding place and reluctantly hand it to you. The box front falls and, with a further look of triumph you lift out the plastic bag and peer inside. "Just what you need, Darling," you grin happily as you take out the blonde wig and shake it gently, before coming closer and pulling it onto my head. "now we're both blonde but you're the one struck dumb! Perhaps we'll add some make-up when we are finished here, but at the moment this looks like an Aladin's cave!" As you reach for the box's drawer I try to avert your attention by announcing that I have finished the straps. You stop to examine them, testing their size against my limbs, before dropping them on the end of the bench with the other things you have taken from the drawers. I long to see what you have collected but am afraid to annoy you. Picking up the tape measure you move behind me then return to describe your next need, a strap to connect to the collar I'm wearing, with two straps to hold my wrists behind me at any height you want. Reluctantly I begin to create your demand as you return, like a magnet, to the box. The rubber panties are withdawn, examined and put back without comment before you pull out the drawer. From the corner of my eye I see you staring, puzzled at the gadgets inside and wonder if I can get away by lying about their purpose, desperately trying to think of what to say, any excuses I can make. Three rubber bulbs are dropped aside then you select the ringed, nipple-cuffs for closer examination. Although the question was anticipated, when you ask their purpose I feel myself blush as I start to lie. You realise immediately, your expression becoming very stern and your eyes blazing angrily. "Don't ever lie to me, my new-found slave. If ever I find out that you have I will make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine! I don't care what you think or feel at the time, it will be much easier to be truthful. Now what are these for?" To my surprise you are excited at my words and, unbuttoning your blouse, ask me to show you how they work. Sharing your feelings now, I tease your nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking each one into erect perfection. I slip the loop of one over your left nipple and, settling it at the base, gently squeeze down the bar. After I've placed the other about your right nipple you smile and shake your body to make the rings swing back and forth. Leaving the rings in place and your blouse undone you delve into the box again to retrieve the similar cuffs with the joining chain. A throaty chuckle accompanies your grab at my belt, opening the front of my robe. With a joyful smile you pull my bra-cup aside, push a loop around the base of my right nipple and squeeze the bar down tightly. The second cuff is wriggled into place and my other nipple is similarly trapped. You grasp the middle of the chain and pull me to you, kissing me wetly and arousingly before saying "I like the toys you have. Did you make them?" When I nod my head you add "Were they your own idea?" and I explain how I'd found mention of the idea on the 'net. You listen interestedly and, after letting me finish, ask more about the alternative: nipple piercing and I mumble about the adverts in the tattoo magazines and elsewhere. Returning to the box you take out the inflatable gag and, when I have explained, tell me that I really will be a dumb blonde when you so desire, before putting it in your collection. You examine other things such as the plastic clips but ask no further questions, finally putting things away and shutting the box. Your eye catches sight of the second box and, finding it also locked, you push me aside as you feel where I took the other key from. With a conspirital smile at me, you hold the key aloft, murmuring "I wonder what other things I'll find," as my heart sinks to the lowest depths possible. I blurt out an appeal for you to leave me with some secrets, at which you laugh - although with compassion - saying "You're my slave now and slaves have no secrets from their mistresses." The heavy lock clicks loudly open and I watch as the lid is lifted to show all. You gasp, reaching immediately for the high-heeled thigh boots. Noticing that the soles are unmarked you ask "Are these for you?" I tell you that they were but they are slightly too small. I am rewarded by a smile as you place them on the floor behind where you squat. The inflatable hood is examined carefully, the zip being pulled up so you can look inside at the breathing tube. It is similar to the one in the catalogue and your smile holds the threat of its use on me as you drop it on the boots. The tight rubber leotard receives an inspection before also being put with the boots. The two silicone-filled balloons puzzle you for a moment then, with a smile which understands my secret, they are also dropped onto the pile behind you. Without comment you examine all the other things before putting much of them back, except for the pair of heavy handcuffs. Finally you take the books and sit on the chair to read them. You flick through the first until you find the drawings and photographs which you study intently, finally holding up the one of a girl bound in a hooded rubber suit and asking "Would you like me to dress you like this?" My averted gaze and blushing face give all the answer you need. With a confident chuckle you turn to the beginning of the book and read the list of contents. "I will read this very carefully, Darling. I think I can learn a lot from it. I will also study these other ones too at my leisure. " Finally you lock both boxes and, with a smile, put the keys back in their hiding place. The items you had collected at the end of the bench remain there, as does the pile on the floor where you had squatted, but you ignore them. Instead you slide your hand round my corseted waist and pull me tight against you, laughing softly as the chain of my nipple-cuffs clinks against the rings swinging from your breasts. You kiss me deeply and excitedly, during which I realise you're not offended by what you found, nor disgusted by my secrets. Your hand reaches up to gently roll my left nipple, swollen by the grip of the cuff. When the kiss ends you smile into my eyes, yours shining brightly as you tell me "There's lots about you I didn't suspect but it's going to be lots of fun finding out everything that turn you on. I think they might turn me on too, now. How are you getting on with the straps I wanted?" I had been so intent on serrupticiously watching your search of my secret things and your reaction that I have not got very far and, when you see my poor progress you try to look angry, but I am not worried. When you grab the chain joining my nipple-cuffs and yank it sharply, I squeal with surprise and hear you say "When I tell you to do something from now on, you do it immediately! Do you understand?" Almost in shock at your action I nod my head vigourously, at which you let go of the chain, kiss me lightly and add quietly "Then do it, Darling." You watch intently as I attach the wrist-straps to the strip of leather and cut the slot to fix to the collar. Even when I add the buckle mid-way you continue to study everything I do, un-nerving me slightly, until I finish the job and hand you the result. "Let's try it for size," is your simple comment as you step behind me. I hear a click from a lock then you gently pull my right wrist behind my back. Moments later it is buckled into the strap and you take my left wrist also. With them both strapped behind me I know that I am helpless; it is impossible for my fingers to reach the buckles. I feel you working with the main buckle then my trapped wrists are pull higher up my back. Moments later you turn me around, your fingers taking my nipples and caressing them gently. "You are very clever at making things. The straps fit you perfectly. I hope they're not too uncomfortable because you'll be spending many hours in them, and I think you can start getting used to them now. In fact, they go remarkably well with your nipple-cuffs because I can lead you anywhere and you can't do anything about it! Oh, I love being in control of you, Darling, I'm starting to get aroused all over again." To prove your point you reach under your skirt to caress yourself, then press your wet fingers into my mouth, knowing that the taste and smell will arouse me also. Two plastic bags are taken from the bench and I watch as you fill them with the items you have taken from my boxes and drawers. Clutching them in one hand, the other grasps the chain across my chest and pulls me towards the door, the tug on my nipples painful enough to prevent me resisting. Ignoring your open blouse, my bondage and feminine undies revealed by my open gown, you open the garage door and lead me across the yard and into the house, thankfully locking the door behind us. Without a word you take hold of the chain again and lead me to the bedroom where you drop the bags beside your case. With a smile you turn me round and release my wrists then unbuckle the horrible collar from my neck. As they are dropped onto the case you pull my dressing gown off and undo the clip of the bra and take that off me too. The smooth nylon of my slip slides sexily down my hips and thighs as you slowly pull it down my body. I am hopeful of a rest from your domination as you undo my suspenders then the lacing of the corset before finally unclipping the back of it. My satin panties are pushed down my thighs and, apart from the black lace stockings I am naked in front of you. Noticing the darkness of my nipples, you also remove the cuffs and massage them softly until their normal colour returns whilst I sigh contentedly and start to erect. After a deep arousing kiss you turn and delve into a plastic bag, pulling out my black rubber corset. I am shocked, because I hadn't seen you take it from the box. "As you like corsets, Darling, you can wear this so I can see how you look in it," is said with a soft smile as the cold rubber is pulled around my waist. My heart sinks again, for although it is a favourite of mine, it is far too tight to wear it for very long. I try to explain I was too ambitious when I bought it years ago but you seem to ignore me completely as you do up the ten steel clips of the busk front. Gradually you tighten the lacing until my body is firmly gripped by the reinforced rubber then my waist is pulled in tightly. With the laces knotted you stand back to look at my figure, telling me to turn around so you can view my new shape from all angles. I feel very embarrassed as I do so, but your smile of approval gives some relief. You ask what size it is and I tell you 20" to which you comment that my waist is pulled in to about 24". From the bag you also take the rubber leotard to open the zip before handing it to me. "Put it on, Darling. I want to see you in it," you order and I have no choice but to step into the leg-holes and pull the rubber up until my hips are tightly clad. I explain that I need some talcum powder and you get the pot and sprinkle my arms and shoulders. You watch but don't help as I struggle to slide my hands and arms into the tight sleeves, then wriggle as much as the tight corset will let me in order to lift the top of the leotard onto my shoulders. When I have you step behind me and, tugging the back into place, pull up the zip to the base of my neck. I feel helpless inside the tight rubber that encloses my corseted body and even more embarrassed under your scrutiny, especially when you retrieve the silicon-filled balloons and hold them knowingly out to me. I take them one at a time and, stretching the neck of the leotard, drop them inside to realistically fill the soft rubber cups of the bra. With a sensuous grin you reach out to stroke your hands over my shoulders, but, as you contact the ultra-smooth rubber, now at my body heat, I see uncertainty in your eyes that the touch has caused. Your fingertips continue their journey over my rubber-encased body, eventually finding their way to cup my breasts, the way you do it belying that they are not real. Suddenly you pull me tightly against your body, your fingers and hands restlessly caressing the smooth rubber while your mouth sucks at mine in a very excited kiss. I feel the pressure of your breasts against the balloons and wonder if you also feel it. I feel your arousal growing as you continue stroking my rubber skin and my arms pull your wonderful body tight to mine. When you pull your lips from mine the arousal in your eyes is mixed with confusion. "I cannot believe how much the touch of your body through the rubber is exciting me," you whisper in amazement. "If it makes you on the inside as aroused as me on the outside, you must be wanting some relief but I'm not going to give it for a while." Instead you pull away from my arms and retrieve the latex suspender-belt from a bag then hold it open for me to step into. Once it is over my hips you stretch the stockings up my thighs again and clip them into the six suspenders. You push me backwards to make me sit on the edge of the bed and my heart sinks as you pull out the thigh-boots. You ignore my pleading and unzip them, laughing quietly when the red nylon stockings fall out but not commenting on them. "Put them on," you command and, when I explain, pass the shoe-horn to me. Struggling against the tightness of the rubber corset compressing my waist, I manage to lean forward enough to squeeze my feet into the pointed toes of the boots. You allow me to rest a moment before bending down again to begin zipping the tight leather about my legs. When they are done you pull me to my feet and make me turn around in front of you while you examine the result and I catch sight of myself in the mirror, noticing the femininity of my captive figure and the sexy lace-tops of the stockings appearing out of the shiny leather of my boots. I reach up to straighten the wig but you tell me to "Leave it alone, I'll attend to that properly in a while." Having been enjoying my relative freedom it is with a sinking heart that I watch you pick up the collar, still with the other straps attached, and reach up to buckle it about my neck once more. Commenting that my body looks extremely sexy I feel you fiddle with the back strap then my arms are pulled behind me and buckled into the wide leather cuffs. Again you shorten the joining strap, pulling my arms much higher up than before and, when you admire your bondage of me, gigglingly tell me that it makes my breasts much more prominent, a point you emphasise by cupping and caressing my apparent boobs. Again I see in your eyes the confused but exciting effect the feel of the rubber leotard has on you as you continue stroking my shape longer than you first intended. You guide me to sit on the stool in front of the dressing table and pull one of the thigh-straps I have made around my ankles to complete my bondage. The wig is pulled from my head and I watch you brush it before you comb my own hair back from my face. You put the wig back on me and brush it further until you are satisfied, then reach for your make-up case. Cream, powder, lipstick mascara and eye-shadow are deftly applied to my face while you comment that this is much more fun than when you helped do make-up while you worked at the theatre. At last you finish and with excited amazement I stare in the mirror at the feminine image that your skills have created. "I'm glad you like your make-up, Darling," you say to my reflection in the mirror. "Although I put it on so that you would be nice for me to look at, not for you, so stop admiring yourself." When I turn to face you again, you grasp my shoulders and pull me atop my high heels. "now I want to see your sexy new shape wiggle about, so walk down through the house in front of me," you command and, in total helplessness, I do so aware of your eyes on my corseted, rubber-clad body. In the lounge you sit on the edge of a chair and order me to walk up and down the room in front of you and I do with growing embarassment until I see the arousal in your eyes. "Come here," you say in a low, throaty voice as you sink back into the chair. I stand before you and watch you hike up the leather skirt and, sliding your hips forward, pull your panties aside so that I can see your very wet pussy beneath the wisps of blonde pubic hair. "I need you to lick me, NOW! Get on your knees in front of me and do it, my sexy-looking slave," your excited voice commands. I struggle down to my knees and bend forward until my tongue can lick the inside of your thigh and begin to tease you. You need direct stimulation, not teasing and you grab my head and force my mouth hard against your wet lips, ordering me to lick hard as you slide your fingers down my face and spread your lips wide. Minutes later you groan and shudder as your orgasm gives you temporary relief from the excitement that fills you. You gently push my head away from your body, lay back in the chair and, with your eyes closed, rest for a while. I am unsure whether to stay there or try to get to my feet, when you quietly ask "You liked me pushing the vibrator inside you last night, didn't you?" "Yes, I did," I answer, unable to lie to you, my embarassment rising anew. You giggle at the tone in my voice and, still with your eyes closed, say "I'm going to fill you with the other, thicker one later. I guessed from your toys outside that you like to take other shapes inside your bottom so I will also try them on you, but only under my control. Can you really take those big, rubber bulbs inside you?" Suddenly your eyes snap open and stare intently at my face as you wait for my response. In deep embarrassment, worse than ever before, I am amazed that you guessed their purpose. "Yes," I mutter and, with delight at my discomfort, you demand to be told in detail how I insert and wear them. In deep shame I tell you, adding that I can only accomodate the biggest one for a while before it gets uncomfortable. You ask several questions including why I like it and I know that I cannot lie to you so answer truthfully in even more embaressment that I like to imagine I am forced to accomodate them and made to suffer the discomfort. "I suppose you like enemas as well, then," you finally say, and I shamefully mutter that I do. I am surprised when you continue by saying "I've always fancied having one but never succumbed. I'll get you to give me one when I feel like it next." "Anyway, while I get up I want you to go and get the biggest bulb you have," you command. "Well don't just kneel there; when I order you to do something you do it right away," is added as I hesitate at your words, wondering how I can do so with my hands bound behind me. You giggle at my confusion then add "Never mind, I'll do it myself but you will come with me." Thankfully you help me to my feet for I know I wouldn't have made it alone. I am forced to walk in front of you, tottering slightly on the high-heels, through the house and across the yard, again frightened of being seen from the road, but it doesn't happen. In the garage you collect the bulb, tube and inflator then usher me back into the house and through to the bedroom. I am pushed face down onto the bed and, with my arms strapped high up my back, you force me up onto my knees, legs spread apart and the side of my face pressed onto the bed. In your hand I see a hairbrush and watch hesitatingly as you stand beside me and slide a hand around my waist to stroke arousingly over my captive genitals. "There are too many secrets you've kept from me, Darling," you say quietly, adding "you should have told me most of them instead of bottling them up to yourself. From now on you are going to tell me everything you like and don't like when I ask. So you don't forget in future, I'm going to punish you for not being honest with me." With rising fear I see your leather-clad hips sway beside my face then feel the sharp pain as the back of the hairbrush lands squarely on the right cheek of my bottom. I squeal with surprise and pain, especially when my other cheek also is smacked hard. Several more land in quick succession but my bound state prevents me from escaping from you, whilst your lower hand holds my genitals to stop me collapsing onto the bed. At last you stop and make me promise to tell you everything I like or fantasise about and, with my bottom stinging and glowing, I readily do so, knowing I am totally under your control. Despite the pain and humiliation I cannot deny a level of excitment that is growing inside me like never before, nor can I keep it from you for my erection in your hand confirms it. You chuckle happily at my acceptance of your command and I watch over the mattress as you squash the bulb as I had described and see you smear it with cream. I can do little to stop you pulling the tight rubber of my leotard aside, but involuntarily clench as the tip of the bulb is pushed against my bottom."Don't you dare try to fight me," are your stern words and I force myself to relax. Slowly but firmly I feel the rubber shape being pushed and wriggled inside my body until it will go no further. I know you have removed the plug when I feel the first, initial inflation. Pressure on the end tells me you are inserting the tube and moments later the rush of air is accompanied by the bulb growing inside me. I groan as I feel the full size of the bulb spring into place, knowing that I cannot remove it without you releasing me. You insert the plug, pull the rubber leotard back into place and help me to my feet. After washing your hands in the bathroom you throw your arms round my neck and kiss me deeply. "Now you are totally mine, Darling, because you are helplessly plugged for as long as I want. You cannot remove it and I can have the extreme pleasure of watching your discomfort. Get used to being under my total control, and not being able to do anything about it, because that's the way you are going to stay from now on. Now walk up and down the house again," you order and I know I cannot refuse. As I move into the hall I feel your hand caress my cheeks through the rubber leotard and you ask if they feel nice and warm. I tell you that they feel like they are glowing, at which you laugh delightedly, and remind me of the few occasions I had spanked you. You tell me that you loved it at the time but don't want to feel it ever again. At least you know what it feels like, but my confidence slips further when you say that you will make sure I learn to like it and will be spanked whenever you think it necessary and that next time you will try out your riding crop. Up and down the house we walk, you frequently asking me to descibe how the enormous rubber bulb feels inside me. Eventually the convulsions begin as my body tries to expell the discomfort and you laugh at my contortions as the tight rubber leotard prevents any relief. You move round in front of me and hug my body to yours, kissing me lovingly between shudders, then ask if this is how I've fantasised about being dominated. Embarassed further by the directness of your question, I know I cannot lie to you and nod my head, unable to face the gleam of triumph in your eyes. For at least another half-hour you keep me walking back and forth, suffering further with each convulsion, before ordering me back to the bedroom. At last you release me from the straps then command me to sit on the edge of the bed to remove the high-heeled boots. In greater discomfort I do so, forcing the bulb even deeper into my body whilst struggling with the zips, but also relieved at taking off the uncomfortable footwear. I remove the nylon stockings when you tell me to, then stand so you can unzip the leotard and pull it off my arms to dangle around my hips. With rising spirits I feel you undo the knot at the back of the corset and feel the compression ease from my waist until, at last, you remove the corset from my body. Finally you lift the blonde wig from my head and tell me to take a shower, adding that I can remove the bulb when I'm in there and to be sure to wash all the make-up from my face. When I emerge from the shower, you smile sweetly at the obvious look of relief on my face now the bulb is no longer filling me and, handing me the towel, tell me it is a wonderful punishment that you hadn't known about until now, that you will push it inside me again any time you want to punish me and that I will have to suffer it for as long as you see fit. Having just suffered both the extra-tight corset and the bulb I know you are serious and realise how uncomfortable the future could be under your control. When you ask if I understand I nod sagely, my dispairing look making you suddenly kiss me deeply and, fondling my nipples add "Don't worry so much, Darling. As long as you are good and do what you're told, when you're told, you will get plenty of excitement as well. Don't forget that your excitement, as well as my new and total domination of you, excites me and I can't seem to get enough of it. Now your dry, come into the bedroom and let's see if I can suck some of that discomfort away!" <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment, "djstory2.txt" begin> The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 2 of 5. By Jane. Copyright reserved. (fdom,ts,tg,rub,bond,corset, high heels) I wrote the first two parts of this chronicle to make sure I never forgot these wonderful events in my life, not knowing they were to be part of a complete change in my life. They were, however, originally written for my eyes only and certainly not intended for publication. My apologies for them being heavy reading. I was instructed to write the remaining three parts by my Lover and Mistress. Together they record my full transformation. Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at ynotwestminster@yahoo.removethis.com - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. You pass me your black lace waspie and I put it on as I am told, enjoying its gently squeeze after the vice-like grip of the rubber corset. The red satin panties are soon about my hips again and I sit on the edge of the bed to pull on the black nylon stockings you give to me, then stand to do up the suspenders. I place my arms through the straps of the sexy red satin bra you hold then feel you tug the back into place and the clip done up. From my wardrobe you pass me a loose jersey then a pair of slacks and when I finish dressing as ordered, catch the socks you throw over. You help me clear up the bits scattered about the bedroom and bathroom, putting them back into the plastic bags and storing them in my wardrobe. You slide your arms around my waist and with a warm smile kiss me deeply and passionately. I cannot help but respond and we kiss and caress with me feeling your hands steal over my body, touching my bra strap, suspenders and waspie, reminding me of their presence. Breaking the kiss you take my hand and lead me through the kitchen, collecting your jacket and handbag, then open the door and pass me my keys. With rising concern I lock the door and soon we are in the car, reversing out of the drive. "We're going to Rosebourne Mall, so get a move on," you tell me and I dutifully pull out into the road, my mind in a whirl of confusion, excitement and panic. As we leave the suburbs you tell me "I'm so excited by what I've found out about you, Dave, that we are going to do some shopping for you right away." The journey is, surprisingly, a delight of sexy chat and laughter and I finally understand that you really are excited by what you have found out about my hidden needs, the occasional stroke of my penis inside the satin panties, or a nipple through the bra reinforcing that knowledge. Having parked you grasp my hand and lead me into the mall, our first stop being a specialist lingerie shop. Although I hesitate slightly you tug my hand and we are soon inside. Telling the sales assistant that we are just browsing, you begin working your way along the racks, occasionally taking out panties, bras, body-stockings and other garments, all extremely feminine and sexy, and asking if I like them. I feel quite embarrassed, not knowing who you intend to wear them. One rack holds a huge range of waspies, basques and corsets, in silks, satins and nylons in a gorgeous range of colours and you select a back-lacing corset in deep-green satin. Holding it against your body you ask if I like it and, picturing your full breasts cradled in the black-lace cups with your waist pulled in by the soft, but boned and reinforced satin, whisper that I love it. "Then let's try it on," you say walking over to the curtained booths at the back of the shop, whilst holding up the sexy garment for the assistant to see. She smiles back, ignoring your call for me to get a move on. You go into the booth and pull the curtain closed behind you and I listen to the rustle as you undress. After a couple of minutes you call me in and I see your back facing me, your hands proffering the loops of lace for me to tie. I do as instructed and pull the lacing until it is comfortable then knot a bow. I draw in my breath as you turn around and I see your voluptuous figure encased and enhanced by the shimmering green satin, your full breasts exposed but supported by the soft lace of the quarter-cups, whilst the base of the corset is also sexily finished in lavish lace. I tell you how beautiful you look and you smile contentedly. You usher me out, telling me to go and find the same design but in red satin, in the next larger size. Slightly embarrassed I make my way to the appropriate rack and work my way through the sexy garments, my fingers trembling at the exciting feel of the materials as I look at label after label to find the size you want. You looked so sensuous in the green corset and I am longing to see you in the red version which I finally find. I show the assistant and return to the booth. When I tell you I have found what you wanted you call me inside the curtain and, when I do, am surprised to find you fully dressed again, your old bra and waspie laying on the chair. I am more surprised when you grasp the hem of my jersey and pull it off me. I whisper my protest as loudly as I dare, but your chuckle of defiance is accompanied by a simple command of "Just do as you're told, Darling." Quivering with unease, combined with growing anticipation, I watch you undo my belt and zip and let my slacks fall around my ankles. Here I am being undressed inside a ladies underwear shop, to expose my bra, panties, waspie and stockings and the curtain doesn't reach the floor! Ignoring my rising embarrassment, you casually unlace the waspie, undo the suspenders then reach around me to unclip my bra, kissing me wetly on the lips as you do so. After briefly checking the size label, you pull the shiny red satin around my body and do up the clips at the front. I shuffle to turn around when you say and feel you tug on the lacing at the back which squeezes my whole body in a firm but comfortable grip. Further tightening of the lacing begins to constrict my waist, but not quite to the point of discomfort, while I look down at the front of the corset with the black lace of the quarter-cups tickling my erect nipples and, beneath my flattened stomach, more sexy black lace spills over the top of your red panties that I am wearing. With the back-lacing firmly knotted I am turned around again and suffer your critical inspection of my encased torso. Without a word you pick up my jersey and back out through the curtain, while I stand in confusion, not knowing what to do and hoping no-one comes in!. A few minutes later you step back inside with a purple satin bra, matching panties and also another pair of panties in black satin. You tell me to step out of my slacks and, when I have, pull the red panties down my legs. As you instruct I step into the black ones, shivering in delight as the soft lace and satin is pulled up my thighs to tightly settle my genitals in their elasticated gentle grip. Without a word you thread the corset's suspenders beneath the black panties and clip my stockings in place. You turn to retrieve the purple bra and hold it up for me. I slide my arms into the straps and you pull the satin lycra around my chest and clip the back into place. The fit is perfect, apart from the empty padded and underwired cups. After a brief inspection and adjustment of the shoulder-straps you undo the clips and take it off me again to drop it with the matching panties. You fiddle with the bottom of my corset at the back, then at the back of my black panties before holding up my jersey and telling me to put it on. I try to speak but you order me to be quiet, then tell me to put my slacks back on as well. Once I am dressed you kiss me wetly again, your hands outlining my waist before moving up my chest to find and gently pinch my nipples. Pulling back you indicate my reflection in the mirror and tell me to push out my chest. When I do I see the slight swell of the corset's cups beneath my jersey and quickly pull my chest back in, much to your amusement. You gather up the purple bra and panties, as well as your own bras and waspies and throw back the curtain. In rising panic I am led by the hand through the shop, which now has several women customers in it, to the sales desk by the door. You hand the new bra and panties to the pretty, young sales lady then give her the price labels from the corsets and panties, telling her that "we'll be wearing these, thank you." Her momentary surprise is followed by her critical eyes scanning up my body; when they catch my eyes I see a gleam of humourous understanding and a conspirital smile, before I look away in abject embarrassment. "That will be fine, Madam," she says to you, her smile now fully formed, and begins wrapping our purchases and your old clothes. On your instruction to pay the lady, I reach into my pocket to find my credit card and, moments later sign the slip with trembling hands. When I take the slip from the sales lady she smiles sweetly at me, saying "If there is anything else you'd like please come back any time." Turning to you she says "And don't forget, if there's anything you want but it's not in stock or the wrong size, we do operate a make-to-order for any garment in any size. We also consult on `special' corsetry for figure-training, if you're interested." Her emphasis on `special' is not lost on you and you ask for more information and receive a thick brochure from beneath the counter which you place in your handbag. At last we leave the shop but I do not feel any better, for I'm sure that everyone can see the corset beneath my loose jersey. You giggle happily when I tell you my fears but try to reassure me that it doesn't show. "Anyway, Darling, you've now bought your first lot of new, pretty underwear in public: it wasn't so bad, was it?" I don't have time to answer your rhetorical question, for you immediately add "That lady was so friendly and I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you in future, although I'd really like to be there to choose nice undies for you." You grasp my hand and lead me deeper into the mall to an outdoor coffee shop and sit us out in the open, placing the plastic shopping bag on the table between us. "Do you like your new undies, Darling?" You ask me, adding "I think red suits you so well but I also want some black goodies that will match the straps you'll be wearing with them." I hastily look round, worried that your words will carry to other ears but no-one seems to be looking at us. "I also love that shade of purple on you and the bra seemed to fit you so well. I hope you like them because I'm longing to see you in them." With some hesitation I quietly tell you that I love the undies we have bought, but that it was extremely embarrassing to have bought them that way, which you find very amusing. "It was meant to be a memorable shopping trip, Darling and I think you will remember it for quite a long time. How is your corset, by the way, not too comfortable I hope?" I tell you that although it is much easier than the rubber one, it is still tight enough for me to know it is there, but at least it is bearable. "That's why I made you suffer this morning: the rubber one was far too tight to wear for very long but this one you'll be dressed in for days at a time. I'm hoping it will slim your waist quite quickly because there is no point in having a transvestite slave-girl with a lousy figure." I look round again at your blatant viewpoint, but still no-one is taking any notice. "I hope your important bit is nice and comfortable in the satin he likes so much," you add and I become acutely aware of growing semi-erect but feel the tight yet soft grip of the sexy panties containing the bulge. You giggle when I tell you what is happening. The coffee arrives and we quietly sip it, you telling me that you are enjoying shopping far more than usual then, remembering the brochure, pull it out of your bag and read it in your lap where, unfortunately, I cannot see it. Suddenly you look up with a smile and tell me to quickly finish my coffee, draining your own cup in one swig. Although I ask why, which you ignore, I do so and stand up when you do. You pass me the shopping bag to carry then grasp my other hand and lead the way back to the underwear shop. Once inside I am thankful there are no other customers as I watch you chat quietly with the same sales lady, showing her the brochure. I cannot hear what you are saying, but feel safer standing by the door. She stares at my body, selects a box from under the counter and walks round to join you. "Come back to the fitting rooms, Darling," you call to me and I hesitatingly follow. Once inside, the lady closes the curtain and you order me to take off my jersey. I go cold at the thought of exposing my body, now in its new corset, to this stranger but you brook no argument, grasping the hem and yanking it up. I have no choice but to allow you to take it off me. The lady ignores my reaction, acting as though this was an everyday event, merely asking you to dress me in the purple bra. In no time you have the straps over my arms and do up the clips behind my back. The sales lady (her badge announces her as Helen) stretches the front into position then opens the box to take out a flesh-coloured dome of plastic which she inserts into the left cup of my bra. I shiver at the touch of the very soft, cool plastic while she then places the second shape inside the other cup, especially when her red-varnished nails scrape against my nipples. The trace of a smile makes me wonder if she is not taking longer than necessary to adjust the breast-forms. "How does that seem?" she asks you. You look at my new bustline from many angles, a fascinated smile on your lips, as I also look down into my new cleavage, the edges of the soft plastic blending with my own skin to become almost invisible. Complimenting Helen on their looks, you reach out to cup my shape, voicing your surprise at how realistic they feel. After several strokes, squeezes and prods you tell me to feel them as well and, despite the embarrassment of being so dressed - or undressed - in front of you both, I'm keen to do so. I am staggered at the shape, feel and weight of the breast-forms that make them so realistic, their fluid centre making them jiggle and change shape with every movement I make. "They can also be glued to the skin so that they can be worn with a more revealing bra," Helen tells us. "You can wear them with your corset or even bra-less," she adds to me, an impish glint in her eyes and a slight smile which instantly reduces my embarrassment to a manageable level. You ask Helen to remind us to take some glue before we go, then ask her what she would advise in the way future corsetry "to make his figure as feminine as possible"! Helen treats the question normally, asking in reply "Do you want a temporary change of shape or do you really want longer-term improvements that will be permanent?" After a few moments deliberation, you slowly smile at me then turn to Helen. "I want him to undergo a rigorous figure-training course, because I'll be making him wear dresses and skirts in public as soon as I can. Once we have a decent wardrobe - including wigs, shoes and make-up - I'll change `him' into `her' whenever I can! I want a course of corsetry to make `he' into `she' as quickly as possible, so what do you advise?" Helen smiles back at you, conspiritorially, and replies "Joan is the owner of the shop and she is the one who really runs the corsetry business. I think it would be best if you made an appointment to discuss it in detail with her, because she's really into figure-training. As a matter of interest, she also makes her husband wear corsets so I'm sure she will be very keen to help you. I'll give you her number at the desk." I am dumbfounded at your determination and domination, as well as Helen's matter-of-fact dealing with the crazy situation which, up until now, had only occurred in my mind somewhere between nightmares and fantasies. Amid general chit-chat about underwear in general (most of which I miss because my mind is in a whirl at what you might have in store for me!) you unclip my bra while Helen puts the breastforms back into the box and I put my jersey back on. In a daze I follow you back to the sales desk where the box is put in another bag, some packets of stockings are added and I blankly hand over my credit card again to pay for these new additions. With a smirk at me you take Joan's business card from Helen, thank her and lead the way out of the shop. My mood brightens a bit when you squeeze my hand, kiss me on the cheek and whisper quietly so that only I can hear "Just wait till we get home, Darling. I'm going to dress you up, tie you to the bed and ride you until we both go wild. I'm feeling so randy I'd love to do it right now!" I tell you that I feel so shaky after what you have just put me through that I don't think I could rise to the occasion, at which you chuckle, adding throatily "Even if you're dressed in your new purple bra and panties, with a leather belt cinched around your waist and straps on your wrists and ankles and I make you lick my clit until I come? Even when I pull your bra to one side to suck your breasts and nibble your nipples?" I feel myself responding to your words and you giggle knowingly. "You see, Darling? I'm in control of your mind as well as your body. Now I understand your secrets I can turn you on whenever, and where-ever, I like." Suddenly I become aware of our surroundings, you have led me into a big chain-store and we stop at the make-up counter. You look at, and try, many of the testers for creams, powders, eyeshadows and lipsticks. It is over half an hour before you call the assistant to list your needs. Only when I see the heap do I realise how much you have ordered and am amazed at the price on the bill, which you tell me to pay. I start to protest but you kick my ankle and whisper in my ear "If you argue, I'll tell you loudly how I'm going to use each cosmetic on you, and discuss with the girl which colours suit you best." With a triumphant smile you watch as I hand over my credit card. Another bag is added to my load and our next stop is the jewellery display where you select two pairs of earrings and pay for them at the till. "There you are, a little present from me for being such a good girl," you smile sweetly at me, handing me the small package. I am not sure how to take your words but thank you anyway. Moments later, at the perfume counter, you stop to smell a fragrance and, murmuring how nice it is, manage to spray my neck whilst getting me to sniff the bottle. As I ponder if it was an accident, you blatantly reach up and spray the other side of my neck. It smells wonderfully feminine. Clutching the bags I follow you as you walk through the store's ladies clothing section, where you spot a pretty black waist-slip. It take only moments to find the size you want, then we move to skirts and blouses where you find a see-through blouse similar to the one you are wearing under your jacket and, while you search through the racks of skirts, I realise you are getting more clothes for me! I am horrified at the prospect when you lead me into the shoe section in case you make me try anything on but, to my relief, you take a pair of fluffy pink slippers with a moderate heel and a pair of backless strappy high heels in the largest size available. At the till I watch the slip, skirt, blouse and shoes being rung up and meekly hand over my card again. With everything inside the large carrier bag in my hand, you take the other one and we stroll out of the shop. "You will look gorgeous in those clothes," you say quietly with a smile and we continue out through the mall and into another. "Oh! Look," you squeeze my hand and point ahead. I follow the direction and see a sex-shop with its black-painted window. "Come on, I must have a look," you tell me and we walk in to find, thankfully, that we are the only customers. Still holding hands we gaze at the titles of videos until you see one called `Pleasure-Bound' which I see, as I read it with you, has a heavy bondage theme. "We'll buy this, it might give me a few ideas that I haven't had already! " I'm told and we move over to the toys where, without any trace of embarrassment you select a very large strap-on dildo and inform me that "This will come in handy any time you can't manage a second go." Again I have to pay, but at last we leave the shop and I tell you that I think we've spent enough of my money for one day. You laughingly agree but comment that I really did need some clothes to wear for your pleasure then kiss me sweetly before commenting on how expensive the stuff in the sex shop was. On our way back to the car I put my arm around your shoulders and yours reaches around my waist and you snuggle closer to me, saying "That's nice - I can feel your tiny waist and it's lovely. Let's go home and put you in your new clothes. I'm longing to see how you look in them." I drop my arm around your waist and compliment you also. Back in the car, our purchases on the back seat, you wait until I drive out of the car park then, opening your jacket, turn towards me. I gaze at your beautiful breasts visible through the black haze of your sexy blouse, the green of your new corset shimmering through as well. I tell you how seductive you look and, acknowledging with a "thank you," turn further, hiking up your leather skirt slightly so that the tops of your stockings draw my eyes. When I ask you to stop teasing me you giggle, saying "When I've dressed you how I want to, you can get your own back. But only if your not strapped up too tight!" Several time during the journey you stroke my body under my jersey, sometimes letting your hand steal up to my nipples to tease and squeeze, and stroking my thigh over my suspender-clip to remind me of the stockings I'm wearing, although the silky feel with each movement keeps me aware of them. Frequent comments of how you will keep me in sexy, feminine clothes and put me in bondage whenever you can, keep me quite pent up, and you chuckle as your hand, brushing over my lap, feels the swell caused by the mental pictures you are creating. I am aware of your confidence growing in your domination over me, sensing you knowing and learning more of how much you can subject me to your whims and desires, yet I cannot hide anything from you any longer. I feel a slave, not only to you, but also to my own needs and desires which you now control so skilfully. Back home, you lock the door behind us and, before I have put down the shopping bags, throw your arms around my neck and kiss me deeply and wetly, your tongue fighting wildly with mine. I am amazed you are so turned on, and become equally excited when your hands move down to pull my hips hard against yours. When you break the kiss, your shining eyes smile into mine. "You cannot believe how exciting that shopping trip was for me, Darling. I have been trying to understand it all the way back: it's as if everybody around us could see I was your Mistress and you were my slave. I know it's silly because they couldn't know - except Helen - but it was just exhilarating to know how I had forced you to dress so differently beneath your outer clothes. I have often felt a similar, but much less, thrill when I'm dressed in stockings and revealing panties at work and nobody knows. "Take the shopping through to the bedroom, then come back and make us some tea, my mouth is quite dry," you order and march off to the loo. I take the bags through and drop them on the bed, resisting the urge to peek in them at the things I haven't seen properly. The kettle is on and the cups are ready when you return. "Did you really feel as embarrassed and exposed as you said when Helen tried the breast forms on you?" you ask impishly, sliding your arm about my waist. Even as I think of my reply, I shiver at the memory. It is all the answer you need and you laugh at my shame. "You always seemed so cool and confident before, that nothing I did could phase you, that I often felt out of my depth beside you. Now I know the real, inner person that you are, you better be warned that I'm going to take you not only out of your depth, but into strange new waters. Sometimes you'll come willingly, but I'm enjoying my dominance so much that, at others, you will cling to me as your only lifeline in the total unknown, like today. When I was buying your make-up I was very kind by not trying it on you. I was tempted to make you buy it yourself so try not to make me angry, because you know how I bottle things up and I might want to get revenge later! I can be quite spiteful if I get upset," you inform me, and I hang onto every word because they pour straight from your psyche and give me some insight into why you are so turned on by dominating me. I quickly realise I cannot combat it, yet a hidden part of me is excited out of all proportion at the prospect of what my subservience to you might bring in the satisfaction of all my bizarre fantasies. My thoughts are broken by your fingers slipping under my jersey to grasp my nipples, which you squeeze and roll, knowing how much it excites me, saying "Don't look so worried, my Darling. I intend for my pretty, sexy slave-girl to get plenty of satisfaction as well. Now finish the tea, my mouth is feeling quite dry." I do so and, holding hands in a state of total sharing, we drink it in silence. As I finish rinsing the cups I feel an increase in the tension in the air and turn to see you remove your jacket. "That feels more comfortable," you comment, enjoying the way my eyes are drawn to your amazing body beneath the see-through blouse. "Take off your jersey and slacks, Dave." It is an order, not an invitation, even though your voice is well modulated. With a rising anticipation of I know not what, I pull the jersey over my head and drop it on the stool. The tight corset, now exposed to your eyes, makes it slightly difficult to bend down to remove my shoes and socks so, when I have to lift my feet to my hands I see your confident smile grow broader. I undo my slacks and silkily slide my stockinged legs from the coarse cotton to stand before you in just my new sexy undies which, somehow, makes me feel more that naked. From the shelf behind you I watch you bring two leather cuffs into sight. "Hold out your arms, my Slave," I'm told and watch as each wrist is padlocked inside. "I want you to wear cuffs most of the time so you get used to them and know I can put you into bondage at a moments notice whenever I want to. I've also been giving some thought to how we can spend more time together and when we were in that sex-shop I think I found the ultimate idea. Being as you are so clever at making all these straps and costumes and, especially with my wicked mind dreaming up new things to do with you, I think we will start our own company making and selling special love-toys. It'll be great because we will be testing all new products on you so we will know what works. We can even tell our customers that we will make anything special that they want - and if I like the ideas I can also test them on you. I hope you like the concept, but I'll think it through some more and investigate the opportunities." You giggle at the look of horror on my face, caused by your easy concept of the future, then grasp my hand and add "come into the bedroom, Darling. I must see how your new clothes fit. And then I have some serious riding to do" <2nd attachment end> <3rd attachment, "djstory3.txt" begin> The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 3 of 5. By Jane. Copyright reserved. (fdom,ts,tg,rub,bond,corset, high heels) I wrote the first two parts of this chronicle to make sure I never forgot these wonderful events in my life, not knowing they were to be part of a complete change in my life. They were, however, originally written for my eyes only and certainly not intended for publication. My apologies for them being heavy reading. I was instructed to write the remaining three parts by my Lover and Mistress. Together they record my full transformation. Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at ynotwestminster@yahoo.removethis.com - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. It took six months for Vanya to set everything up and, during that time she used every opportunity to dominate and control me whenever we were together. I was amazed at how she changed, gaining confidence in herself in leaps and bounds, trying whatever ideas that came to mind for new things to do to me. Vanya did many things I didn't like but there were lots of others with which she drove me wild; either way, I had no choice but to submit to her will. At first I thought she was just idly experimenting - in hindsight perhaps in some things she was - but later I came to realise she had definite plans and purpose at the back of almost everything she did to me. She certainly explored, as far as she could, all the things that turned both of us on, as well as many things I didn't like which she used to 'punish' me for any infringements of the ever more strict code of conduct that she imposed. So clear in hindsight is how incredibly well she manipulated my dormant masochistic streak, making me endure things to my limits, most times slightly extending those limits and rewarding me with incredible orgasms, so that I fully associated her dominant control of me with the pure bliss she created in my body and mind. We had begun our sex-toy company, Davan Toys, starting with small ads in various publications, Vanya hawking samples to a growing number of sex shops and me making to order during evenings and weekends - always dressed in sexy female clothing, much of which became made of rubber as she obtained supplies, and in a lovely range of shoes with 3 - 3 1/2' high heels. It was amazing how things took off and work began pouring in, but so did the money, slowly at first, and we began to plan for bigger and better facilities with our growing ambition. Vanya had also contacted the corsetierre at the first opportunity and I had undergone the first stages of corset-training that were prescribed by Joan which included wearing first one, then a smaller, corset to work under my normal clothes and even at night. The first couple of months were not too much of a strain for gradual shaping was preferred and she never laced me in very tightly for too long. Once my corseted waist was down to a comfortable 24 inch, Joan told Vanya that I was 'a natural' for figure training and, after detailed measuring, produced two new corsets after a couple of weeks. One in red, the other in black satin, these were much stronger and more heavily boned than the earlier ones and were aimed at reducing my waist to 20 inches. Vanya was also determined to achieve that reduction as soon as possible so insisted on lacing them to the point of my discomfort but, although I ached and had to become used to only breathing with my upper chest, I also began to feel proud of my new figure. Vanya became more and more sensually erotic over that period, insisting I give her several orgasms a day and, in turn, making sure that I was satisfied by at least one, sometimes two, climaxes whenever we were together. Every one was only given when I was clothed in female attire and bound or dominated in one way or another; I knew she was conditioning me to accept her complete control of everything I did but could do nothing to prevent it. Her incredibly sexy and inventive mind became even more so and rarely a week would go by without her introducing some new ideas for controlling me, including using various nipple clamps on me regularly, new bondage methods, enemas and many others. Finally we made the break. Vanya found a large house with several outbuildings on 25 acres of ground way out in the country, which we bought after selling our own. We resigned from our jobs and made the move. It took a while to set everything up to our liking in our 12 roomed house but we soon had my workshop set up in the attic and I worked 15 hours a day for the first month to catch up on back orders. Being in our own house together gave Vanya what she yearned for most: she dressed me how she wanted each morning and controlled me for 24 hours of each and every day. Her loving domination had, even by then, become a source of complete, if frustrating, satisfaction to me and a part of my mind seemed to watch objectively as Vanya gradually introduced her will and control into all aspects of our life. As soon as we moved in, all of my male clothes disappeared - where she hid them I never found out - and I revelled in the growing variety of sexy clothes she continued to make me wear. Sensuous satin, silk and nylon were mixed with leather and rubber into outfits that gave me wild, erotic pleasures and fantasies on which she could build. As a reward for catching up on our backlog she gave me a pair of knee-high lace-up boots in black patent leather with 4" heels that she insisted I wear every day which I happily did as they looked, and made me feel, so sexy. A week later a similarly heeled pair of red court shoes appeared, these having ankle straps which could be locked with a tiny padlock so that I could not take them off. Gradually, by night I was bound or shackled in one way or another and began sleeping in the boots or shoes, not even aware I was still wearing them, at first, as I drifted into sleep after another wonderful, exhausting climax at Vanya's hands, pussy or mouth. A month later Vanya bought me a white pair of boots, these lacing up to mid-thigh and, when I tried them, found the heels to be 5" high. As I had become quite used to wearing stilettos by then it took little time to adjust to the increase in height and I loved the sexy feel of high heels. Similar shoes, also with locking straps were given to me a couple of days later and Vanya was always complimenting me on how good I looked in high heels and how well I coped with wearing them which doubled my pleasure. It was about that time that Vanya began to increase the frequency of giving me an enema. They were usually administered first thing in the morning and began to follow a fixed routine. I would kneel on the bed and rest my face on the mattress and wait while Vanya filled the large bag with warm water. After hooking up the bag above me she would slide the thick, contoured nozzle inside me and commence the flow, slowly at first, whilst caressing my nipples and genitals. Although she always filled me to the point of discomfort and made me hold the water in for at least ten minutes, her caressing was always a delight which lifted me almost to the point of climax. After I had been allowed to empty my bloated bowels Vanya would often fill me again, sometimes repeatedly, usually increasing the amount she inserted the second and subsequent times. Often, after the enema we would make love and other times Vanya would thrill me in other ways to orgasm but always the climaxes were incredible and a wonderful start to the day. Soon, just the thought of an enema made me randy and I began to look forward to my daily douching. My hair had grown quite a bit by then and, apart from a light trim of the ends, Vanya insisted on me growing it, taking great delight in the many different styles she could create as it steadily grew longer. At first it felt odd to wear a ponytail or a pretty ribbon but I loved the difference it made to my appearance. During our third month at the new house more shoes and boots arrived, the slender heels on these were higher still - 5 1/2 inches for I measured them in my workshop one day. It was then that I noticed that Vanya had taken away the lower heeled ones; my ankles were aching one afternoon and, although she insisted I now wore high heeled shoes day and night, I had wanted to wear lower ones for a while but they were missing from my wardrobe. When I asked her why she had taken them she told me "Because you look so sexy in stilettos and I want you to learn to walk in the highest heels you can." A fortnight later I was presented with several new pairs of boots and locking-strap shoes, all with six inch heels. "I want you to wear these as much as you can, my Darling," said Vanya. "Try to get used to them as quickly as possible. Maybe you won't be able to manage in them at first so you can wear your present ones as a change if they get too uncomfortable." That was almost a challenge to me and soon I was wearing 6" heels day and night and coping well with the tiny steps with which they forced me to walk. Even the stairs became fairly easy after a few weeks. It was then that Vanya dressed me one morning and added a long black rubber skirt. The shiny latex was much thicker than my other rubber clothes and was tightly form-fitting from waist to just above my ankles. My step was reduced to half that imposed by the 6" heels and I teetered around the house in it, but felt quite aroused by the sensuous feeling the tight skirt created as it clung to my hips and thighs. This was not the least enhanced by the lustful gaze of Vanya which followed my progress, although I didn't let her know I knew she was watching me. During this period Vanya began writing short erotic stories which she sold to various fetish magazines via the internet, which she loved as a source of many more ideas for dominating me also. Her inventive mind and excellent authoring soon began to achieve results and requests for her stories began with regular demand, pushing up our profits further. I read most of her stories and found them to be highly imaginative and very erotic, sometimes based around the things she did to me. I also watched how her dominant streak soon began to show through, in her writing and our daily life, growing noticeably along with her confidence. A while later, she was appointed guest editor for answering readers' letters on how to become a dominatrix for a couple of American and European magazines. Various other work offers followed, some of which she accepted and others she turned down, all the time growing in self confidence. At some stage during those early months I had stripped for my morning shower after my enema and became aware that I was standing on tip-toe under the stream of hot water. How long I had been doing so I did not know and I realised that I was more comfortable wearing high heels than I was barefoot. My ankles and calves, even my toes ached if I tried to force my heels down onto the floor. When I mentioned it to Vanya she praised me (!!!) telling me how beautifully I now walked in stilettos and how sexy I looked etc. I took it all in and gratefully accepted the plastic, strapless shoes with 5" heels she gave me the next day to wear in the shower. After six months we were still working a very full five-day week and often having to work at weekends to meet all orders on time. Gradually a pattern emerged from our orderbook, however, and I was able to make bulk lots of our more popular items instead of just producing to order which helped reduce the workload. We also expanded our range of contacts so could outsource the less specialised items. Through the internet regular private customers were established world-wide and so were specialist sex shops - we even had a few brothels that placed regular orders. Vanya loved the special requests we sometimes received and we always discussed the best ways to produce more than just what the customer's fantasy entailed. Through this, she developed more ideas for her writing as well as new things to do to me! Some of the requests were horrendous but I was always the guinea-pig to try out new items or ideas. The point arrived when I realised I could do with a break from the demanding work-load. I also realised that I hadn't played golf for well over a year and mentioned it to Vanya over lunch one day, adding that I would contact our nearest golf club about membership. She merely chuckled and said that I wouldn't be leaving her to play a round of golf any more but didn't elaborate. I was determined, however, and found out where the nearest course was and even arranged for a guest game the following week. When I told Vanya what I had done, she smiled lovingly at me and, without a word, left the room. Half an hour later she called me into our bedroom and I followed her as fast as I could in my 6" stilettos and tight rubber dress. On the bed was a golf shirt, trousers and socks with my old golf shoes placed on the carpet beneath. "There you are, my Darling Slave. You better see if they still fit you," she said with a conspirital smile on her lovely face and went behind me to unzip my dress. When I stepped out of it she began unlacing my corset then helped me release the clips down the length of the front busk and remove my stockings from the suspenders. With the corset lying on the bed Vanya dropped to her knees and undid the tiny padlocks on the straps of my shoes. Without giving me chance to remove them, she passed me the shirt telling me to put it on which I did, feeling how scratchy and uncomfortable the coarse cotton was against my skin compared with the silks, satins and rubbers of the wonderful clothes Vanya had given and dressed me in for over a year. I sat on the edge of the bed and the trousers were threaded over my shoes and up my legs before she pulled me to stand again. Those trousers, which had once fitted so well, were now ridiculously baggy around my tiny waist and I realised how much the continual corseting had changed my figure to its near-perfect feminine form. Without comment Vanya pushed me back to sit on the bed, slipped my red shoes from my feet and pulled off my stockings from around my ankles before passing me the rough cotton socks. Finally she helped me to struggle to force my feet into the heavy, clumsy golf shoes which pressed uncomfortably on my up-turned toes. Vanya picked up a golf club and, giving it to me, said "See if you still remember how to use it, Darling." I struggled to my feet and immediately sat down again as my ankles, toes and calves were consumed in pain. I rubbed them vigorously then tried again with the same painful result. After several attempts I managed to stand but only by balancing on my toes with no weight on my heels but determined not to let the horrible discomfort show on my face. Vanya reminded me of the club and told me swing it. As I obediently lifted the shaft my back felt horribly sore and I dropped the club in dismay. With a gentle, loving smile Vanya pushed me back on the bed and, reaching out to hold my hand tenderly in hers, said softly "Now will you understand that you are my complete and total slave? Your body has become so used to wearing a corset that you cannot do without one and by making you wear such lovely high heels all the time, the muscles and tendons in your legs have changed so that is all you can wear now. I have locked you into the transvestite desires you confessed you wanted. You have no choice but to accept that you are trapped in my world of feminine perfection - the world I intend to keep you in. It would probably take you at least a year to get back to normal shoes and to not wearing a corset - is that what you want, my Darling? I don't think you do but, either way, you have no choice because you belong to me now and I am going to MAKE you wear them. It is what I want that matters, do you understand me? Do you accept your fate, or should I make things more painful for you, Darling?" Her eyes showed how serious she was and her determination was abundantly clear despite the obvious love - there was no escape from the world she had trapped me in and in many ways, I realised, I loved being in her total control despite the problems. How well she had trapped me into needing high heels! How easily she had tricked me into needing a corset! How much had I come to need her loving domination. Vanya ripped those horrible golf clothes off me, laced me tightly into the corset and helped me into my stockings and high heels, then rode me to a fantastic orgasm while sensuously tugging on my sensitive nipples. From that event, though, Vanya did realise that I hadn't left our property in over a year. At least once a week she went into our local town for shopping and to post whatever orders we had completed although, perhaps, that was limited in terms of her enjoyment. We did talk of going away for a holiday but even Vanya realised that my need to wear high heels was a major barrier for which we could find no immediate solution. At least we made a point of taking daily walks in our huge property and this taught me to steer clear of soft ground in high heels! Every now and then Vanya would also take me for a night drive in the country, which also made a nice break. With Vanya's upcoming birthday I had a problem: I couldn't go out and buy a present. Instead I arranged for flowers to be delivered on the day and spent many hours designing and making some very fancy gold earrings using items I had acquired for the nipple jewellery we sold. On the day I slipped out of bed before she was awake to make tea and breakfast which I carefully carried back to our bedroom. Vanya loved the surprise and the earrings (and, when they were delivered much later that day, the flowers). She surprised me also by saying she wanted another gift from me but when I asked what, said she would tell me later. After I had returned the tray and dishes to the kitchen, Vanya had already prepared my daily enema, the bag hanging waiting on its hook above my side of our huge bed. I pulled my rubber nightie off when she told me and positioned myself on knees and shoulders as usual. She told me to leave my corset on, which was strange for she had always removed it before so that it didn't restrict the flow. After inserting the nozzle into me Vanya wriggled herself beneath my head and ordered me to lick and suck her beautiful pussy directly beneath my face. Although I did this often it had never been at enema time before and, as I began, she said "You must keep licking and loving me until the bag is empty, my slave. Oooh! Yes!" she added as I immediately attacked her prominent clit with the tip of my tongue. It wasn't easy to ignore the pressure and slight cramping that the inflow of warm water caused and to concentrate on thrilling my Mistress but somehow I managed, although it took much longer with the corset restricting the flow. Once all the liquid was inside me, after Vanya had achieved several orgasms, I was told to go and empty it out and I gladly rushed into the bathroom, certainly not pointing out that she hadn't make me hold it for a while! When I returned some ten minutes later Vanya was in the same position on the bed but I noticed that the bag had been refilled. "Time for a second go, Darling," commanded Vanya so I resumed my earlier position and began to suck on her inner lips as she stretched down my body to insert the nozzle and start the flow. In between orgasms Vanya whispered "As it's my birthday I've decided to give you a treat as well, Darling. I've added lots of bi-carb to your enema to make it nice and soft," and I noticed that it did feel slightly different but I couldn't have defined the change. It certainly flowed into me easier and gurgled deep into my body now that I had been cleaned by the first one. With my tongue deep inside Vanya's pussy she reached her fifth climax and, after a moment's recovery, ordered me to stay in the same position. She wriggled out from under me, closed the valve in the enema tube and disconnected the empty bag, leaving the nozzle still penetrating me. After several minutes she came back into the bedroom having refilled the bag, telling me as she reconnected the tubing "Today you're going to take a double dose. Now you are half-full so be prepared for a little discomfort." Vanya began a gentle massage of my stomach beneath the corset and I felt the liquid inside me gurgle ever deeper and the pressure ease off a bit, then she resumed her earlier position and told me to continue. As I did she reached up, opened the valve once more, and then began teasing and pinching my nipples in the way she had taught me to love. Gradually the pressure built up then reduced as the liquid forced its way into my deepest inner recesses, built and reduced again and again whilst all the time Vanya held and guided my mouth over her delightful pussy. The pressure inside me made the corset grow extremely tight as my body was extended and forced against it and the flow was very much slower than usual. By the time the second bag was empty I was full to the brim and struggling to hold the nozzle tightly to prevent the liquid squirting out of me - that had resulted in severe punishment once before. I begged Vanya to let me go and release the pressure but she silenced me by saying "Just wait a little longer, my beautiful slave. Let the pressure subside and I'll remove the nozzle." It took several minutes before I could let her take it out without me leaking and then she helped me to lay down on my back. After a couple of minutes of Vanya stroking my genitals and gently sucking my nipples my whole stomach felt like it was starting to fizz inside. The pressure increase deep inside me caused considerable discomfort. When I told Vanya how bad it was and that I had to release it she giggled, but did help me as I struggled to get to my feet. As I sped to the bathroom as fast as I could in my heels I tried desperately not to leak and barely made it. Just as I seated myself, my bottom exploded and the liquid jetted from my body in violent squirts, accompanied by equally violent spasms as my stomach contracted. It was at least half an hour before I was completely empty and the spasms left me feeling quite weak. Eventually I made my way back to the bedroom to find Vanya lounging on the bed. She pulled me down beside her, kissed me deeply then I felt her fingers undo the knot in the lacing of my corset and the tension gradually relax. Once I was naked she pulled me to my feet and led the way into the shower, pausing briefly so I could change into the plastic mules. As the hot water cascaded down upon us, Vanya told me that I had had a special enema which had cleaned out my whole system and said she was proud of how well I had handled it. It is funny how much I thrive on even the tiniest praise from her. She told me that the second enema contained lemon juice which reacted with the bi-carb to make the liquid bubble violently inside me, the purpose being to completely cleanse my whole system. Vanya slid her arms around me and pulled my body tightly against hers, kissed me wetly and smiled deeply into my eyes as the warm water cascaded down our bodies. "I love having you as my slave, Darling, to do anything I want to you and have you so dependent upon me. It's even more exciting now than it was at first, especially since even your body needs me now in so many different ways." Puzzled by her comment, I asked what she meant and she giggled sexily, thought for a moment then told me "Your body needs the excitement only I can create. Your mind has come to need my domination of you and you're physically helpless without the corsets and high heels I have forced you to wear. And now your body has come to expect, and need, its daily enema. Without it you would block up in no time and be extremely uncomfortable." The shock must have shown on my face, for I hadn't understood why she had weaned me onto enemas, but she smiled reassuringly. "Don't look so worried my beautiful lover. You are my complete slave, totally under my control but I will thrill and love and dominate you to the limits of your capacity. Do you remember I told you, long ago, that I was determined to take you out of your depth?" I nodded and she continued "Well you have been out of it almost ever since and you have enjoyed it so far haven't you, despite the painful times?" The confidence of how accurate her words were was clear to see in her eyes so I merely nodded my head before pulling her tightly to me and kissing her deeply once again. After finishing our ablutions we walked back into the bedroom, hand in hand, where Vanya opened a drawer and retrieved the black rubber corset she had had found in my original workshop when all of her domination had started. It was more heavily boned than those I had been wearing and I remembered how incredibly tight it could be laced from that first and two subsequent occasions she had put it on me. I started to protest as she placed it around my waist and did up the front busk but she ordered me to be quiet. Moving behind me she began pulling up the laces and, although the grip was rigid on my body when she had finished, it was far from uncomfortable. With an impish smile Vanya came back to face me and asked if the corset was comfortable to which I nodded my reply. "The back of the corset is fully closed, Darling. I have trained your figure down to a 20" waist already but I intend reducing it further," the last sentence being said with pride in her voice. "I know it's my birthday," Vanya told me. "But I have some gifts for you as well," she said reaching into the drawer again. A new packet of latex stockings was tossed towards me followed by a long-line black rubber bra. Once I had them in place Vanya brought over my breast-forms and a small black box which she put on the dresser and opened. From it she drew a pair of nipple cuffs, the base of each being a small black plastic box. I caught my breath because we maintained contact with other suppliers of sex toys and I knew these were the recently invented vibrating ones. I watched with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she pushed the wide loops down to trap my nipples in their firm grip. They were soon hidden by the breast-forms which fitted perfectly inside my new bra. A new pair of tight black rubber panties followed and when I had them up to my knees, Vanya told me to kneel on the bed. She pushed my face down to the sheets and, moments later, began stroking the entrance to my body. I tried to see what she was doing and saw a pot of cream in her hand. Vanya moved aside for a moment then reappeared holding a butt-plug and I briefly noticed a tube and wire extending from its base before she began to gently insert it into me, greatly assisted by the lubricant. Although the head was large in diameter she managed to force it in until it suddenly slipped inside and my bottom was gripping the much smaller neck at the base. Something extended forward from the base of the plug and I felt her pushing and tugging on my testicles and penis. Finally I was allowed to stand and Vanya pulled up the thick rubber panties before I could see what she had been doing, taking care to push my genitals low into the front to minimise their bulge. From a white cardboard box Vanya took a new pair of black thigh-boots and, whilst I sat in the edge of the bed, she flicked off my shower shoes and pulled the boots onto my feet. These were made of very shiny black rubber and she began lacing up the whole length of the front from ankle to thigh. When she had finished she pulled me to my feet and I found that the ankles were heavily reinforced and the thin stiletto heels were even higher than anything I had worn before. I tried lifting my heels off the floor but couldn't. I took a few steps and found that I could just about walk but only with tiny steps. While I did so Vanya brought over a pair of shiny black latex gloves for me, these stretching tightly up to above my elbows. She next produced a new red rubber dress from my wardrobe, unzipped the back of it as she brought it over and ordered me to step into it. When she pulled it up my body I found that the hem of the skirt was tight around my thighs and after sliding my arms into the soft billowy sleeves, managed to wriggle my hands through the tight cuffs of the dress. Vanya was working behind me so I couldn't see what she was doing, but the next moment I felt the butt-plug begin to expand inside me. She kept inflating it until I knew it could get no bigger without causing serious injury and I squealed for her to stop. She did with a chuckle, released the pressure slightly then, moments later, tugged up the heavy zip of the dress pulling the thick rubber tight about my hips and waist. Another zip, from hips to hem pulled the rubber of the skirt tightly around my thighs. The dress was slightly looser over my bustline, merely pressing lightly on them whilst the rest of my body was tightly encased in the grip of the rubber dress. From the dresser Vanya took a small padlock and, walking behind me, fiddled at the top of the zip of my dress and I heard an ominous click. I knew she had locked me into the dress. The final additions to my clothing were a tight steel belt that she tugged and locked around my tiny waist and a pair of heavy steel handcuffs which were snapped about my wrists. These were joined by a short length of heavy chain to the front of the belt, allowing me to lift my hands to shoulder height only. Vanya led me over to the dressing table and made me sit on the thinly-padded stool which made me very aware of the plug intruding into my body. After carefully removing the stubble from my chin, she spent much longer than usual applying make-up to my eyes, face and lips and as she worked on me she spoke carefully between bouts of concentration. "When I first found out about your love of cross-dressing, especially when we went shopping together that first time, I made up my mind to fulfil all of our fantasies and to dress you in total femininity as much as was possible. Having found your rubber corset I promised myself that I would train your body to be able to wear it within two years, the same with those boots and now you can handle stiletto heels very well. I've tried the corset on you occasionally to see how I was doing and my birthday seemed the right time to celebrate my triumph - well ahead of my target date. So today YOU are my special present; I want to spend the day watching and knowing and enjoying how totally under my control you really are, how completely in my dominance, my Darling Slave - how you belong entirely to me. "You're nice and empty inside so I know you can hold the plug all day, although I'm sure it will get quite uncomfortable later. I know that before I found out, you fantasised about wearing high heels and your rubber corset - well today you can experience the fruits of my schemes and live the fantasy that has now become your reality: total feminine submission to my dominance." Although I tried to speak several times Vanya told me to be quiet and I knew she was in no frame of mind to allow me to defy her. When my make-up was finished Vanya clipped earrings to my lobes and added a long blond wig to my head, spending quite some time positioning it and pinning it in place then teasing the fine hair with a brush. At last she stood back to see her handiwork then ordered me to my feet and to turn around as she watched. It was hard enough to stand - and to turn took all my concentration in the incredibly high, slender heels of my boots. "You know that your body is completely dependent on me now, my wonderful slave-girl: it is reliant on high heels, corsets and enemas. Now you are locked into your dress you are even more dependent upon me because you cannot undo it, or reach anything without my permission and that is how I am going to keep you as long as I want," Vanya gloated with a wicked smile and I knew it was true. With my hands locked there was no way I could even reach the zip of my dress let alone unlock it. Nor could I raise my skirt with its figure-hugging grip from my calves upwards. The skirt prevented me from reaching the lacing of my new boots. I knew Vanya was right - I was totally under her control - yet a part of me was very excited at my predicament. Previous occasions in oppressive bondage had always been very satisfying, even if only when I was released. Finally Vanya announced her satisfaction with my appearance and let me sit on the edge of the dressing table. I watched as she took her time dressing in a black silky platform bra, panties, stockings and slip then, taking a new black patent leather dress from her wardrobe, zip herself into the beautiful form-fitting sheath. She looked incredible as she slipped her feet into 4" heeled black shoes and strode over towards me, smiling at the lust for her which I couldn't hide in my eyes. "You're not the only one who can look ultra-feminine, Darling," she whispered huskily as she bent down beside me to do her own light make-up. Vanya took my rubber-coated hand and made me walk across the room and, only being able to take about six-inch steps, this took ages as each one required my utmost concentration to prevent falling over. Eventually we stood in front of the mirrors in the dressing room and I gaped in wonder at my reflection. Vanya had turned me into the embodiment of femininity - my long legs set off in such incredibly high and sexy heels, the form-fitting dress which high-lighted my curving hips, tiny waist and full breasts. Even the tight, high collar of the dress seemed to make my neck look longer, supporting my carefully made-up face which Vanya had somehow made more than just pretty. And that was framed by cascades of long, wavy blond hair that fell below my shoulders. I struggled to catch my breath at the incredible transformation Vanya had achieved. She was more than right, the fantasy had been deep inside my thoughts for many years but I had never expected to see myself looking so feminine and sexy in reality and what I saw was highly erotic and exciting. After letting me study and fix the image in my mind, Vanya took my hand, squeezed it lovingly and slowly led me out of the dressing room and through to the lounge where, I was surprised to see, the clock showed it was mid-morning already. She sat down in an easy-chair, telling me to sit on the sofa opposite. I managed to walk over to it on my own, even turning round ready to sit down, but bending my body to sit made the tight rubber skirt pull against my bottom and knees. Vanya realised my predicament, her wicked smile being evidence that she wasn't going to help me in any way because she was enjoying my difficulties. After several attempts I managed to tug up the skirt enough to bend my knees a bit more and, as I tried to sit, I tumbled backwards, off-balance in the ridiculously high heels, to sprawl on the sofa. With further difficulties I did, however, manage to move into a reasonable approximation of a sitting position, although my legs were straight out in front of me resting on the end of the heels of my boots and the skirt felt very tight against my bottom. I knew I wouldn't be able to get up again without Vanya's help. After watching me for several minutes, her smiling eyes roaming over my captive body, Vanya asked "Do you realise just how helpless you are, my Darling slave? If I don't release you, you would never be able to get out of that outfit." I nodded my reply, adding "As soon as you locked the handcuffs I knew I was totally dependent on you, Vanya my darling, just as I have been many times before. It feels very exciting as well, particularly as you have made me look and feel so pretty." "And I want you to stay looking beautiful, not just today, and I intend for you to feel pretty - pretty good!" she added huskily as, with a smile she reached into the small pocket of her leather dress. She withdrew two large foil-wrapped tablets which she placed on the coffee table between us without comment, then stood and strode from the room as I lustfully watched her soft swaying hips. A minute later she returned with what looked to be a walkie-talkie device clasped between her long fingers and she resumed her seat in the chair facing me. "I want you to understand just how completely I have achieved my domination over you, Darling," she smiled lovingly. "We both know how helpless you are in those restrictive sexy clothes and manacles and how dependent your body is on high heels, corsets and enemas. But I also control everything you feel as well now, my Sweetheart. Try this for a start," she chuckled and pressed a finger to the device in her hand. Immediately I felt my nipples begin to vibrate delightfully as the cuffs came to life. As she pressed other buttons the vibrations increased in speed and intensity and I gasped in pleasure at the wonderful feelings spread from my now ultra-sensitive nipples to the surrounding area. The trembling stopped suddenly as Vanya pressed at the box again. "Like it?" "Oh, yes!" I gasped in delight. "How about this?" Her hand pressed a button again and I squealed as a sharp electric shock momentarily hit both nipples at once. Vanya smiled at my open-mouthed stare, adjusted the box then pressed again. The shock, much weaker hit again but didn't stop as before. Instead it gradually increased in intensity until I squealed again, my shoulders curling protectively and my hands uselessly trying to reach my painful nipples beneath the thick rubber dress and breast-forms. The pain became too much for me and I screamed for Vanya to stop it and she stabbed at another button: the intense pain was suddenly replaced by the exciting vibrations, which were even more arousing in contrast following the electric agony. My scream was suddenly replaced by a whimper of arousal as my body responded to the stimulation I couldn't fight. "Then, of course, there is this," she said manner-of-factly as she pressed at the buttons again. My nipples stopped tingling and suddenly the butt-plug came to life with rippling vibrations that made me shiver with delight at the erotic surges within me. As Vanya adjusted the box, so the intensity increased and I moaned and wriggled with arousal on the sofa. Without warning, the plug that filled me stopped vibrating and gave out an enormous electric shock that made me scream again, sending me rigid as a core of pure agony began to grow deep inside my helpless body. It only lasted seconds but it felt like hours before the shock stopped, my body relaxing slowly from the rigor in which it was gripped. "And this," Vanya said, not giving me time to adjust to what was happening. This time my testicles and the root of my penis began to tingle. It was not merely a vibration, it was best described as a series of very fast electrical pulses which created indescribable pleasure in the very centre of my sexual being. I was panting as I struggled for breath at the beautiful feelings surging through my body. Gradually the intensity increased, changing from unbelievably exciting to uncomfortable, then to sheer pain again as my manacled hands desperately clawed at my rubber-skirted lap. The pain stopped without warning and, as I slowly recovered, I lifted my eyes to see Vanya's smiling eyes staring back at me. "Now you know some of the things I can make you feel, my darling Slave, Vanya said to me with a firm voice and a serious look. "Combined with your dependence on me and your bondage, I think you realise that you are mine to do with as I think fit. You belong totally to me, an extravagant present to me on my birthday - the most wonderful gift I have ever owned. I want to explain three rule to you, however. One: you will do exactly what you are told to, immediately when I tell you, without question. Two: you will not speak unless I ask you a question or give you permission. I will tell you the other rule later. Now, do you understand, because I may reward your good behaviour with nice feelings but I will definitely punish any failure to follow those two rules?" "Vanya, my darling," I replied hesitatingly, my mind in a whirl of jumbled thoughts after the variety of feelings that she had thrown at my body. "I have always belonged to you. Why do you want to hurt me so much," I asked almost without thinking. She smiled, her face radiant with love for me, yet a trace of concern in her eyes. "I have always known you were mine but today I need you to fully understand it. There must be no confusion in your mind by tonight. This evening I want a commitment from you and I want you to give it with a knowledge of everything it could hold. Today I will expose you to all that my dominance could mean so be prepared for an unpredictable day!" Her cryptic words confused me further. "Just tell me what you want," I interrupted, unsure of what she needed from me but a stab of a finger at the box caused an explosion of pain from the plug and the nipple-cuffs, and also in my testicles. As my scream stopped with the sudden severe pain, Vanya's words drifted slowly through the clouds of agony. "Remember the rules! They are final and not for discussion!" So severe was the shock of the pain that it took several minutes for me to recover. As I did so I recognised how serious Vanya was and knew I would not risk disobeying her rules again. I felt my shoulders sag as my mind accepted that I would do nothing to displease her for the remainder of the day. After about five minutes of sitting in silence, all the time feeling Vanya's eyes watching me yet being unwilling to look back at her in case she thought I was challenging her will, she spoke again. "Go into the bedroom, my slave. You will find a red vibrator in my middle right hand dressing table drawer. Bring it to me." There was no question of the change in her voice, clear, absolute command and control. I panicked for a moment, afraid I would not be able to get to my feet, then wriggled over onto my stomach on the sofa. By pulling my knees beneath me as much as the dress would allow, I was able to push down with my hands and eventually stand tottering atop the incredibly high stilettos of my boots. Pausing only a moment to get my balance I carefully began walking to the bedroom with the tiny steps permitted by the heels and the dress. There I was faced with another difficulty for the drawer was well below the level I could easily reach with my manacled hands. The corset was too rigid for me to bend at the waist but, by leaning precariously from the hips and by flexing my knees the tiny amount that the stiff boots and tight rubber dress would allow, I was able to touch the handle of the drawer with my latex-coated fingers. I struggled some more, eventually managing to slide the drawer open. The sex-toy was resting on top of Vanya's lacy panties and with a little more effort I was able to lift it in my fingers. Holding my breath in case I dropped it again, I managed to stand straight again and get a proper grip on it, then shut the drawer with my thigh. I carefully turned around and retraced my tiny steps to the lounge. "Quite good, slave," said Vanya in a low voice. "The third rule, however, is that anything you bring to me from now on will be in your mouth. Do you understand?" Her eyes bored fiercely into mine and I nodded, almost as a reaction and hurriedly placed the end of the vibrator between my lips. "I said bring it to me, my beautiful slave-girl, not stand hovering above me with it," she told me in the sort of voice a school-teacher would use with a small, stupid child, which made me feel a rising sense of panic for not meeting her needs. Resting my cuffed hands on the arm of her chair I managed, after great difficulty, to get down on my knees and lean forward so she could take the vibrator from my mouth. "That was much better," she said with a smile and, crazily, it made me feel good. I watched as she put the toy on the other arm of the chair, held the zipper of her dress at the hem between her stockinged thighs and slowly drew it upwards to expose her hips to my gaze. Vanya slowly stood before me and lifted the open skirt of her black leather dress around her waist. She smiled then ordered me to take off her panties. I reached up and slid my fingertips inside the waist of the shiny black satin and began to peel them away from her flawless white skin. My handcuffed wrists forced me to use both hands together, complicating the task, but eventually I pulled the flimsy panties down off her hips. Her wetness glistening in the crotch of those panties and on her outer lips told me again how aroused she became in her domination. Finally the black satin was at her knees and fell down around her ankles. Vanya stepped out of them with one foot and used the other to lift them to her waiting fingers then she seated herself in the chair again, keeping the soft leather dress and her slip still up around her waist. She turned the panties inside out, holding the crotch up to my lips. I eagerly put my tongue out to taste her moisture from the slick, smooth satin and, as always it acted like an aphrodisiac upon me, my groin becoming hot. Vanya tossed the panties aside, wriggled down in the chair, spread her thighs and, with sultry eyes, said "Give me what I need, my sexy slave-girl." There was no doubting her desire for she loved me sucking and licking her clit but I didn't think I would be able to reach her lovely pussy in my restraining clothes. Somehow, by moving my knees away and taking most of my weight on my hands and shoulders on the front of the chair, I managed to lower my mouth to the lips of her pussy. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the top of her pubic groove and wriggled it down towards her clit. I was amazed to find that beautiful organ firmly erect and waiting for attention, but I began sucking and licking it with a vigour that soon had Vanya panting with excitement. In a very throaty voice she told me "I love how your blonde hair tickles the inside of my thighs." After two quick but intense orgasms she gently pushed my head away from her pussy, reached for her sex-toy and placed the base in my mouth. "Now let me feel that inside me, Darling. I want you to make long, slow, full strokes. Don't make me climax until I tell you, just build me up to a very high peak," she ordered and again I strained to reach deep enough between her wide-spread thighs. Vanya aided me by holding her inner lips wide and I managed to penetrate her with the other end of the vibrator which, thankfully, she had not turned on. Gently I pushed forward, sinking the soft red didlo inside her wonderful body then just as gently and slowly pulled it backwards, being rewarded by her contented sigh of satisfaction. As I sank it deep inside her again I looked up as much as I could, seeing the look of bliss on her lovely face as she watched me obeying her commands. Time dragged slowly as I continued arousing her and soon my knees, back, shoulders and neck were aching at my strained position. I soon reached the point where I would have stopped and complained but I knew how any protest would be met. Instead I forced myself to ignore my discomfort and give Vanya exactly what she had ordered. "Deeper, Slave. Push it deeper each time," she commanded in a low gaspy voice, then groaned as I complied, pushing forward until my nose and lips were pressing against her very wet pussy. Vanya groaned again with each full thrust and I knew she was forcing herself to hold back the orgasm, making its inevitable excitement build higher and higher and I forced myself to continue moving in my strained position to give her the best thrills that I could. At last she gasped loudly, moaning "Now, Slave. Now! Do it faster! Faster," and I struggled to meet her urgent needs. Suddenly her hips jerked off the seat towards me, easing the strain on my neck and I almost doubled my speed as she screamed out when the orgasm wracked her body. It seemed to last longer than ever before yet I managed to continue thrusting the dildo fast and deep into her erotic body until, finally, she collapsed back in the chair, every muscle limp with total satisfaction. I was unsure of what to do; she hadn't told me to stop yet I felt that I should. To solve the quandary I very slowly moved the vibrator back and forth but barely moving it in her body. "You can stop now, Darling, " Vanya's voice caressed me but the words caused more uncertainty. Did I withdraw the dildo or leave it in her satiated pussy? I gambled on the former and was relieved that no criticism followed as I struggled to kneel straight and ease the cramp in my muscles, meekly holding the dripping dildo between my stiff jaw. Several minutes later Vanya, smiling like a well-fed cat, uncurled herself from the chair and sat forward. She reached out and gently took the vibrator from my lips and dropped it on the carpet, then slid her arms around me and pulled my head to her full breasts. The smell of her leather dress, as well as her aroused juices that coated my nose and lips and, of course, my own rubber dress filled my senses, the combined aroma being an incredible aphrodisiac. She hugged me to her for several minutes, breaking the silence finally by saying "That was wonderful, my darling. At one point I thought you were going to rebel against me, but your total submission made it an incredible climax. Come on, you know how satisfying orgasms make me feel hungry so get me some lunch." With Vanya's help I managed to get to my feet and, after she had touched up my make-up, spent the next hour in the kitchen preparing a meal for us both. By the time I had finished my feet were aching in the unbearably high heels and, for the first time in ages, high-heels were causing my calf muscles to cramp yet I didn't dare complain. That discomfort, combined with how tired I became from struggling with even the simplest task because of my restraints, gave me little interest in my food but I forced some down in silence. I cleared the kitchen and wondered whether to ask Vanya if she wanted coffee. Another dilemma: did I assume she would tell me if she wanted some, did I dare risk asking her or should I make her some anyway. The latter seemed the safest choice but even that slight risk filled me with fear that I might receive that excruciating pain again from the control box that rested on the table only inches from Vanya's fingers. I breathed a mental sigh of relief as she smiled at me as I placed the cup on the table in front of her. The smile faded as I withdrew my hand, catching the saucer and slopping a drop of coffee. With my heart rising into my mouth I rushed, as fast as my restrictive clothes would let me, to get a cloth and to wipe up the spill. Vanya said nothing and, although I could feel myself shaking I began to feel a bit calmer. When she had finished her coffee, Vanya stood up and left the room without a word while I washed and dried the last few bits and pieces and finished tidying up. As I was finishing up I heard the door bell ring then, a few minutes later Vanya strode into the kitchen holding an enormous arrangement of flowers. Her face was wreathed in smiles as she said "Thank you for these, my precious Slave, they really are beautiful and a lovely birthday surprise!" Placing them in the middle of the table she came over, threw her arms around me to hug our bodies tightly together, then kissed me deep, hard and long. As she broke that loving kiss I said "Happy Birthday, Darling." and was rewarded by a look of utter horror on Vanya's face. "I ordered you not to speak unless I gave you permission," she said in an incredulous voice. "You were doing so well. I thought you really understood your submissive role at last but obviously I was wrong - and I don't like to be wrong!" In horror at my mistake I almost apologised but managed to bite back a further transgression of her rules. "Although the flowers are a lovely gift they do not excuse your behaviour and you will be punished for it. I warned you well enough this morning." With that she grabbed the control box and, almost in slow-motion I watched her slim finger stab at one of the many buttons on its face. I shrieked as a shock hit my nipples, the pain akin to many hot needles being pushed into them. I tried to hold them but in vain against the dress, bra and breast forms. It seemed like hours of torture before Vanya released the button and the extremely concentrated pain began to subside. As I slowly recovered she grabbed my cuffed wrists, unlocked the chain attached to my steel belt and dragged me from the room. I struggled to keep up with her without falling over as she determinably pulled me into the back room which she always now referred to as her 'playroom'. It had no windows and in there I was always placed in bondage. She had added many hooks into the ceiling, walls and floor and also kept experimental items of dungeon furniture that I had prototyped for customers in there. She pulled me up to a high table until the padded edge was pressing against my groin, then forced me to lean forward so that my upper body was resting on the soft leather padding. Vanya went around the other side of the table and pulled on the chain to stretch out my arms then locked the chain to one of the hooks below my sight. I felt straps being tightly buckled around each ankle and realised my feet were now attached to the floor. I was unable to move. I heard Vanya leave the room and I struggled against my restraints. My wrist chain would not move at all and, although I could lift each foot a fraction, I couldn't move them sideways. They were firmly strapped to the floor. My wriggling did have one positive advantage: moving my body on the leather padding reduced the after-effects of the electric shock my nipples received to a comfortable tingle which I would have loved to scratch. All thoughts of further relief ended with Vanya's return, although she stood behind me out of my limited vision. "I didn't bind you like this because you spoke, my slave. You've been punished for that. This is because in the kitchen you were trying so hard to avoid my special electric punishments you weren't concentrating on doing what you should. That's why you spilt my coffee and then did such a slap-dash job of cleaning it up. Besides, you were shaking when you carried the cup and it was slopped in the saucer already. In future you will close your mind to any possible punishment and concentrate on what you are supposed to be doing - now I'm going to make sure that you remember." Her voice was even, just giving a simple explanation of my failure of her expectations, but I dreaded what she might have in mind. I did not have time to think too much for I heard a 'whoosh' and something struck the left cheek of my bottom and I gasped at the sting of pain. It was immediately followed by another on the right cheek. Even through the pain I thanked my lucky stars for the thick rubber skirt and the panties beneath, for I could not have taken such a hard beating without them. Many blows followed as Vanya completely covered both cheeks and the tops of my thighs - I counted at least 20. The pain, as it was, wasn't too severe and I hardly made a sound then, much to my surprise, the base of my penis and my testicles began to tingle erotically with the tiny vibration-like electric stimulation and I gasped loudly as the wonderful feeling seemed to spread through my lower body like a warm glow. Vanya, an amused sparkle in her beautiful eyes, moved to look at my face, although my gaze dropped quickly to the black leather crop in her hand. She moved out of sight and again the crop descended against my posterior, although not quite so hard this time. She kept whipping me in a steady rhythm, alternating sides and carefully placing each blow adjacent to the previous one, so that my skin was tingling from the top of my cheeks to halfway down the back of my thighs. At first it was extremely unpleasant but, as she continued the feeling seemed to merge with the fantastic ones that the electrical device was causing, the overall effect being very erotic. Vanya continued for several minutes and I was getting extremely aroused, growing closer and closer to an orgasm and I realised that my hips were pounding into the leather top in time with the blows from the crop. Without warning Vanya finished with the crop and stopped the electrical stimulation at the same time. Confusion invaded my mind because, naturally, I wanted the beating to stop but not the other excitement. She moved into view and laughed happily for my expression must have told her my feelings. "I'm glad you like my special toys, my darling Slave, but let me warn you: I will be using the whip to make sure your behaviour is exactly as I expect it to be. Any variation from total submission will cause you to feel its bite. However, you will also learn to enjoy its stimulation as well." I pondered her words in a confusion of thoughts and emotions - my rear end was tingling from the beating but I couldn't have said it was either painful or pleasant, yet there was no doubting the incredible state of arousal I was feeling. Part of my mind registered that Vanya was releasing my ankles from the tight straps and, with great relief, I was able to bring my feet together to ease the strain on my calf muscles. Vanya pulled a soft latex blindfold over my eyes then released the chain from the table and made me stand up straight. Sightless and manacled I felt extremely helpless, especially when she guided me to turn around and walk with her. In those incredibly high stiletto heels it magnified my total dependence and trust in Vanya and I tottered along, feeling the warmth of her fingers gripping my arm through the thin rubber sleeve of my dress. Where we went I didn't know but we seemed to be moving for ages and Vanya was silent throughout. When we stopped my arms were lifted above my head and the manacle chain was locked into something, for I heard the distinctive click. Her fingers stroked lovingly down my cheek then I felt her hands tracing down the curves of my captive body. She kissed me briefly on the lips before I heard her steps leaving the room and suddenly I was on my own. At first I listened for any sounds but my ears told me nothing. I then tried tugging on the chain but found it was solidly fixed. I was too scared to make a sound so I stood in silence gradually becoming aware of all the sensations in my restrained body. I was still incredibly aroused and longed to be able to touch myself. My legs and feet ached in the tightly-laced boots and I could feel the tight hug of the latex skirt around my thighs and hips. Its warm touch added to my arousal. The corset, once so tight, was far from uncomfortable and I realised I was very proud that my body had become so shapely to be able to accept it fully tightened. Beneath the breast-forms I could feel the soft grip of the nipple cuffs. They were not painful, yet the memory of the pain they had inflicted on my nipples made me shiver slightly. In my mind's eye I could picture my reflection as I had seen it in the mirror and I marvelled again at the wonderful job Vanya had done of creating my female image. I could also picture the image of how I now looked in bondage, those thoughts stimulated me even more and I was aware that Vanya had lifted me to a plateau of arousal that I had not known existed. In that state I could focus on any nerve in my body and feel the excitement in it. I could also forget any sensation in my body - the discomfort of the butt-plug, the cramp in my calve and the tingling from the crop. Time seemed to stop - it certainly didn't matter any more - although Vanya left me chained up for what must have been a couple of hours yet, despite the discomfort, that level of arousal hardly reduced. I tried to examine my feelings for what she was doing to me, how I felt about her arousal at dominating me to extremes but my mind seemed to be in a weird state. It felt right not to question things, merely to accept whatever she did or wanted of me; it felt comfortable and, somehow, the way things should be. I was trying to focus my mind on how much Vanya had, and was, developing my masochistic streak when I gradually became aware of a feint tingling in my nipples. As I explored the feeling I slowly realised it was caused by the nipple-cuffs, then concluded that she was back with me. Suddenly she confirmed it by embracing me tightly, her lips pressing to mine and her tongue probing for mine in a long, passionate wet kiss. As she slowly pulled her face from mine she whispered "You look incredibly sexy, standing there so helpless. You cannot believe how randy I get when you are my toy, my sex-slave." Moments later I heard a click and I was allowed to lower my hands. Both arms began to tingle as the blood-flow increased suddenly but it was easy to ignore such mild discomfort. That relative freedom was swapped for having to concentrate again on keeping my balance in the ultra high heels of my boots. Vanya's hand gripped my arm through the rubber sleeve of my dress and gently urged me forward. She guided me again for several minutes before telling me to stand still, her hand dropping from my arm. I heard her moving, along with several other sounds and wondered what she had in mind for me next. Minutes later she ordered me to remove the blindfold and I did so, the chain from my cuffs brushing my face as I did. I blinked at the flood of light, although the room-lighting was dimmed, then focused on Vanya laying full-length on a single bed in front of me. She was completely nude on a black latex sheet, the front of her body covered in honey, cream and bits of fruit. I noticed in trepidation that she held the crop lightly in her right hand. She watched my reaction to the vision she presented with a small smile then told me "Being as you missed our usual tea-time I thought you might be hungry. I will allow you to lick me clean but make sure you don't leave any trace when you finish." I struggled to my knees beside the bed and leaned toward her full breasts. Each was topped with half a kiwi-fruit and I lifted one off with my teeth, chewed and swallowed before softly licking the remaining mixture of honey and cream from her beautiful breast. I worked from the outside in and by the time I was concentrating my efforts around her sensitive nipple I felt Vanya tense as a mild orgasm erupted. I had to clamber to my feet and make my way to the other side of the bed to "Now do the other one," as she commanded, which also caused a climax for her. It was considerably harder to reach over her outstretched body to lick her clean beneath her breasts and down to her navel, but I managed, enjoying the warm smoothness of her perfect skin. At one point my support on my arms slipped slightly and my face pressed hard against Vanya's stomach - whoosh - and I felt the business end of the crop across the left cheek of my raised rear end. Satisfied that the front of her body was immaculately clean Vanya ordered me to stand up and I watched as she sensuously slid down the bed until, with her knees bent and wide-spread, her heels rested on the edge of the rubber-covered mattress. "Come down here and finish your work, my Darling," she commanded so I moved to the foot of the bed and again managed to drop down onto my knees. As I looked towards her beautiful shaved pussy I saw her mound covered in thick cream and, between her lips the end of a fat banana. I leaned forward and began lapping away the cream, swirling my tongue against the silky-smooth skin of her mons, Vanya's sighs revealing her delight at my actions. Gradually I removed all the cream and honey and moved slowly down to the top crease of her vagina, taking my time to remove every trace of food as I went. I stopped briefly to lick traces of cream from her inner thighs then returned to tackle the end of the protruding banana. Knowing what Vanya likes, I didn't bite the fruit at first but rather moved it in and out then licked it forcefully back and forth with my tongue and lips. Soon she was squirming on the bed beneath my mouth so I left the banana for a moment to lick away the cream coating her prominent clit. Three orgasms drove through her body while I did so, each bigger than its predecessor, accompanied by low animal noises in her throat which showed how incredibly aroused she was. I went to work on the banana then, slowly sucking it from her body and gently chewing it, making sure my teeth and lips didn't leave her body at any time. The correctness of my movements was revealed by the mewing sounds from Vanya' mouth that gradually increased in intensity as I consumed the fruit and as I sucked the last morsel from her incredible body, I knew she was aroused as never before. I probed her pussy with my tongue, moving it in circles inside her to ensure every trace of fruit was consumed then licked upwards to her clit once more. I pressed the soft skin around it back with my teeth then, as it stood prominently out from her body, sucked it hard whilst stroking the length and end of it with my tongue. Suddenly her whole body stiffened and she took a huge gasp of breath as her hips rose off the bed to press hard against my mouth. I licked and sucked harder and Vanya screamed loud and long as an enormous climax wracked her body and mind until she gradually sank back into the bed, every muscle going completely limp and I reduced my licking. Some 10 minutes went by before she recovered. Vanya reached down to my head and lovingly lifted my face from her pussy, her eyes projecting waves of love to mine. "That was wonderful, Darling. I cannot remember it ever being as good as that before. Let me rest for a few minutes now," and she lay back and closed her eyes. My body ached from the contortions I had suffered in order to reach her body in my confinement. I wasn't sure whether to stay where I was, lay down on the carpet or try to stand. I decided the final option was the safest choice and, used the edge of the bed to help get to my feet, but trying hard also not to disturb Vanya. I walked to the dressing table and turned around so that I could sit on the edge of it and reduce some of the weight on my high heeled feet but, as I lowered myself down I found the increased pressure on the butt-plug to cause considerable discomfort as its huge inflated head was forced deeper inside me. I shifted about trying to get more comfortable and, after several attempts, became aware of Vanya watching me from the bed. With a feint smile she asked "Having problems, Darling? Just remember that I am comfortable and satisfied and that is all that matters in your life." She rolled lazily up onto one elbow, her eyes remaining on me, then slid her long legs off the edge of the bed. "Perhaps you should come here and lie down. You can have a rest while I shower." Her soft loving eyes assured me it was OK so, with her assistance I sat on the edge of the bed then wriggled over to lay full length. The black latex sheet was still warm from her body, the heat slowly penetrating the back of my rubber dress. It was heaven to rest from trying to balance on those heels and I sighed with satisfaction. Vanya grasped the chain linked to my cuffs and pulled my arms over my head, anchoring it to the back of the headboard. "I don't want you playing with yourself while I shower. I know I can order you not to, but this appeals to me much more," she giggled and strode from the room. I was helpless again but considerably more comfortable. I closed my eyes after a while and, despite my restrictive clothing and accessories, must have been on the verge of sleep when I felt a tug on my ankle. I looked up to see Vanya, dressed again in the black leather dress and her make-up heavily enhanced, buckling a strap around my foot. She pulled my leg sideways and attached the chain to the leg of the bed. Moments later my other leg was similarly strapped and attached to the bed so that my legs were pulled apart, whilst the tight fit of my skirt prevented them from opening too far. Vanya sat on the bed beside me and caressed the side of my face and neck with her soft fingers then leaned down to kiss me deeply. I felt her hand sliding over my upthrust breasts, caressing their shape, knowing how much she enjoyed my feminine curves. "Being as you gave me a fantastic climax I have decided to give you a little pleasure too, my Slave," she whispered, reaching out behind her. I saw her bring the radio-like control box into view and drew a gasp as I feared the pain it could cause. Vanya giggled at my reaction "I'm so happy that you have learned what I can do to you but you are only beginning to know some of it. "You have felt this before," she smiled as she stabbed at a button and I gasped again as my nipples tingled delightfully. "But not this," as another one was pressed and at frequent intervals a sharp shock interrupted the tingling. The shocks were nowhere near as bad as her earlier punishment, but they were curiously painful - they aroused more than caused discomfort. Somehow they were a nice pain. The stimulating effects must have shown in my eyes for Vanya chuckled throatily then pressed another button repeatedly and the strength and speed of the delightful vibrations increased markedly. I gasped at the wonderful feelings rippling through my nipples, even the frequent sharper shocks were making me pant with excitement. With a loving smile on her beautiful face Vanya placed her hand between my ankles and slowly caressed up the inside of my legs, her stroking touch being very stimulating through the very thin latex stockings. She continued until her fingers were gently rubbing the inside tops of my thighs and occasionally stroking over my captive penis inside the tight rubber panties which also made me gasp with delight. Her other hand reached towards the control box to press more buttons and I began to squirm, as much as my tight bondage would let me, as the butt plug also began to tingle inside me and those incredibly arousing fast, tiny shocks started around the base of my genitals. All this stimulation built me up to a peak very quickly, particularly after the way she had turned me on earlier in the day, but it was as though it was holding me at a level just below letting me reach a climax. It was a combination of wonderful feelings which, after what seemed like ages, became more and more frustrating through not to be able to reach that yearned-for orgasm. I gazed imploringly up at Vanya, almost risking verbally begging her to make me come but I could read in her eyes the triumphant feelings she was experiencing through her total and complete control of me. Those feelings were correctly based because I knew I could do or feel nothing that she did not create. At that moment I finally realised that I belonged totally to her and, because of our love for each other, I did not resent being one of her possessions, in fact, just the opposite: I felt extremely proud. Through a delirium of excitement I was vaguely aware of Vanya's hand sliding out from under my skirt and her recovering the control unit as she stood up next to the bed. All the vibrations and tiny shocks began to fade but left my whole body tingling from their incredible stimulation. I was shaking wildly with unfulfilled arousal at a level of excitement I had never dreamed existed and I gradually realised that the low, animal noises I could hear were coming from my own throat. My mental state was such that, although I could hear those noises, I couldn't control my body enough to stop them. Vanya was obviously pleased with the results of her efforts for she smiled down at me with obvious delight before releasing my ankles from the restraining straps. I watched helplessly as she unzipped the front of her leather dress up to her waist, then became aware that her lips were moving. It seemed that only moments later that I heard her words. "Perhaps I should give my beautiful slave the special satisfaction that only I can. Would you like that, my slave? she asked. "Oh yes! Please, please please," the sounds tumbled from my lips in an incoherent stream without volition which brightened Vanya's smiling eyes even further. "Roll over on your stomach," she ordered but, although I tried I couldn't make my body obey her command. At last she helped me make the move and as I wriggled to complete it, she released the chain holding my wrists to the headboard. Vanya placed a large pillow against the top of the bed and sat, leaning back against it, her long legs alongside my shoulders. She pushed her skirt aside and pulled my head up so that my face was almost touching her exposed pussy. I was vaguely aware that her right hand was again holding the leather crop whilst the fingers of her other were poised above the face of the control unit. "I know that my slave needs lots more stimulation, but she is going to have to beg me to give it to her," Vanya said throatily, a low, sexy chuckle ending her words. "Please, Vanya," I blurted out when my brain had understood her words. "Please don't leave me like this! I am going crazy, please make me come." To try to urge her on I dropped my head to push my tongue into her body but her hand jerked under my chin and forced my head up to face her again. "I said stimulate, I didn't say I would let you come, although I may," she said as she stared into my eyes and I knew she was seeing right into my soul, for I could hide nothing from her. "I will use electrical stimulation again as well as the crop on your body and both will make you much more excited but I haven't made up my mind yet whether to let you climax or not. Is that still what you want, my sexy slave-girl?" The threat in her words allowed me to focus on the choice she offered. I clearly knew I could not go back because of my level of arousal, therefore I had to go forward, wherever it lead me, despite my fear of what she could do to me with the control box and the crop. "Please, Vanya. Please stimulate me more in anyway you want," I managed to say in a surprisingly level voice. "Please do it now, but please let me come" and my words ended with an involuntary sob. Vanya hugged my head for a moments then pushed my mouth towards her pussy. As I parted my lips and extended my tongue to touch her clit I felt the vibrations begin anew through my nipples. Moments later the butt plug also began to tingle and vibrate deep inside my body, followed by similar stimulation of my genitals which merged with those from the plug and nipple cuffs such that my whole body seemed to be like over-sensitive jelly. Through this amorphous shell of delight came another feeling as Vanya brought the crop down hard across the cheek of my bottom, the feeling being both painful and exciting at the same time. This first blow was followed by many more, at regular intervals, each landing on a slightly different part of my bottom or back of my thighs. In moments Vanya had me in the same state of super-arousal that I had been in laying on my back and I had no control of my body whatsoever. The vibrations began to change, rippling higher and lower in both strength and intensity then, an amazing phenomenon, they began to move out of synchronisation. It was as though my whole being - my mind, body and soul - was suddenly focused first in one nipple then the other, before moving to my penis, or testicles or bottom or deep inside my rectum. The order was random and was like being on some sort of mental roundabout with my emotions and excitement being the whirling back-drop. Vanya's hand pressed my head deeper between her widespread thighs and the scent and taste of her womanhood raised my arousal even further. I tried to control my tongue, to excite her, to thank her for what she was giving me but the control was beyond me. I was rising through levels I had never known and never suspected. I was floating, immersed in a sea of pure erotic stimulation. It couldn't last for ever and gradually the feelings transformed in the most fabulous of orgasms. There was nothing sudden about it, excitement flowed into fulfilment, the most satisfyingly intense and longest climax I had ever known was happening inside me. I stopped thinking and even breathing, just focussing on the incredible wonder occurring within my very being. It wasn't just my genitals, my whole being was one incredible orgasm. At last it began to fade, to slowly subside, and with it my body and mind collapsed into a very deep, black hole. How long I slept I do not know. It felt like I was underwater, gradually rising to the surface and, when at last I broke through it, I woke up. I was aware of a feeling of total peace and satisfaction in both mind and body. As I became more aware I realised I was laying on my side, curled slightly into the foetal position. I rolled onto my back and stretched my body like a cat awaking. Memory of that incredible orgasm flooded through my mind and I lay for several minutes remembering the wonderful experience. Finally I realised that Vanya had removed the cuffs from my wrists and the steel belt from around my waist. A mental check soon told me that I was still dressed as I had been. Lazily I swung my legs off the bed and, as I tried to get up, found anew how difficult those ultra-high heels of my boots were to balance in. Once I had re-learnt the art I slowly made my way out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. There was no sign of Vanya so I continued, with tiny paces through the dining room and into the lounge. She was curled up in her armchair, a magazine in her lap, looking up at me with soft loving eyes. I wanted to say something to her but couldn't. Instead I made my way toward her and struggled down to my knees in front of the chair. I leant forward and laid my head on the soft leather of her dress as it covered the tops of her thighs. Without comment Vanya wrapped one arm around my shoulders while her other hand lovingly stroked my forehead and cheek as I knelt there in complete tranquillity, tears of absolute fulfilment welling in my eyes. At last my mind began to work, albeit slowly and I managed to say "Thank you." That was all I could manage at the moment but Vanya gently pushed me up, uncurled her legs and cuddled me onto her arms. She held me tight and gently caressed my head for a long time and I knew I was in heaven. Eventually I lifted my head from her breast and smiled into her lovely face. I was going to say something, I cannot remember what, but she pressed her finger to my lips and, smiling, shook her head gently. "Stand up, my Darling," she whispered softly and, with much struggling she managed to stand herself and help me to my feet. Vanya took my hand in hers and, with a gentle squeeze, lead me off to our bedroom. She had me sit on the stool in front of the dressing table, where a quick glance showed me my make-up smudged all over my face and my beautiful blonde hair in quite a mess. Cotton wool was damped with lotion from a bottle and dabbed over my face then other lotions were applied. Powder, shadow and lipstick eventually followed. I sat contentedly while Vanya brushed and teased my hair to the style she wanted, my hands quietly folded in my lap. After putting the brush away she took my hand once more and guided me to my feet. She paused before the full-length mirror and I gazed again in total amazement at the feminine epitome that stared back at me. Vanya bent down behind me and I heard the sound of a zip. Gradually the tightness of my rubber skirt eased up to the middle of my thighs. We made our way through to the lounge again, the loosened dress making walking a little easier although the very high heels prevented anything but tiny, careful steps. With the lighting dimmed, Vanya helped me sit in the settee and slid down beside me, her arm around my shoulder pulling my head down onto her breasts again. She kissed my hair and stroked my cheek gently with her fingers for several minutes before she began to talk quietly to me. "Now you know the full extent of my dominance, my Darling. I've given you the hardest whipping of your life, the most severe domination I could and the agony of the most intense orgasm I could create. You have been dressed to thrill me - and to fulfil your fantasies - as well as suffering the severest of footwear I could force you into. For me it was absolutely wonderful, the most perfect birthday present I have ever dreamed about and I thank you for it. I have had such a growing need to dominate you totally in every way and today I feel complete achievement and satisfaction. Even just looking at you, dressed the way you are and tied up helplessly, knowing you were totally dependent on me for everything, made me climax several times without a touch. How about you, Darling? Was it too much for you to take?" With great difficulty I managed to slowly get my mind into gear and gradually talked through all the experiences she had created. I told her of the fear she caused with the controller, the hurt when she slapped me, the confusing pain/pleasure of the crop, the agony of her teasing. I also tried the impossible, to describe the incredible orgasm she had created but words could never do justice to such intensity of feeling. At some stage she opened a bottle of cold wine and poured us both a well-needed drink. We talked for ages and Vanya asked me many questions. Our closeness, love, the mood we were in and, of course, the wine, all helped the conversation and we held nothing back from each other. I truly began to understand the satisfaction she got from her domination of me and I know she learned even better how much I had come to depend on it. Eventually we both stated how satisfied we were with the life we had created together although I added a negative. "The only problem is that we cannot mix with other people anymore. I would love to go out shopping with you, go on holiday together or take you out for a meal in an evening but, much as I love wearing the high heels you keep me in, I cannot wear them in public," I said quietly and honestly. "There is a way," replied Vanya after a few minutes silence. "What did you see when I let you look in the mirror in the bedroom?" "A very pretty woman. No. A vision of feminine beauty, I cannot believe what you have done to me, " I said giving her a squeeze to show my gratitude. "And looking like a pretty woman, do you feel sexually satisfied, even though we haven't had 'intercourse' (she emphasised the word) for almost a year?" she asked, tilting my head so she could watch my reaction. Her words hit me hard, for she had kept me so completely aroused yet satisfied that I hadn't even thought about it. I told her so and she smiled lovingly at me as she listened. "Then if you understand that, as well as my continuing need to dominate you, perhaps I may not shock you too much with what I really want from you for my birthday," she murmured with a loving smile on her face. "I want your commitment for the future." The word reminded me of her use of it that morning - such a long time ago it seemed - and I was just as confused as when she had used it then. I didn't get chance to ask what she meant this time for she continued "You can see how well you now pass as a woman, and having worn high heels and corsets for so long now, you even have the walk and carriage of a woman. Nobody would know otherwise from your appearance that you aren't female." "Unless they heard my voice, or looked closely and saw my whiskers showing under my make-up," I countered, the last part making me feel my chin. Instead of the usual prickles at the end of a day it was perfectly smooth and my confusion must have shown. Vanya giggled softly "I have given you a small dose of female hormone treatment. It will stop your whiskers growing for a couple of days, I wasn't going to have your looks spoilt on my birthday - who would want a scruffy slave-girl?" her question was entirely rhetoric! Vanya became much more serious and her voice was firmer as she continued "I like the results. I like them so much that I want you to take much bigger doses of hormones. In fact, I want you to take a specific course of hormones that will have several pronounced effects: your beard will stop growing completely, your voice will change to that of a woman, your skin will soften and you will develop your own breasts. Just imagine how nice it will be not having to wear falsies! Your hair will grow fuller as well." Her words were an immense shock to me and Vanya held me gently as the implications hit. As questions started to form in my mind she spoke further. "If you looked, acted and spoke as a woman - so well that nobody would ever think otherwise - we could do all the things we wanted, with a full public life as well. And I could still dress you in corsets and high heels. The commitment I want from you is that you will take the course of hormones that will change your body. Don't worry, though, I have been researching this very well for a long time: you will be just as sexually active - and satisfied, I'll continue to see to that! Just the thought of such domination of you, my darling lover, keeps me feeling so hot and wet." We talked through all of my fears, like what happens if I got sick, if we didn't like things at any stage and many other problems that presented themselves to my mind, both a bit laid back after a couple of glasses of wine. Eventually Vanya stared straight into my eyes and said "I want to change you from my slave to my slave-girl. Today should have shown you how much I want it and that I will always love you. Now, will you take the hormones?" After several silent minutes I looked straight back into her eyes and said "Yes." With a smile containing what seemed to be an equal mixture of love and triumph, Vanya leaned forward and retrieved the two foil-wrapped tablets from the coffee table where she had put them earlier that morning. She tore off the foil and, without a word, held them out for me. Stunned that she was so prepared for my acceptance of her desire, I hesitantly reached out and took the huge tablets, wondering what could be in store if I swallowed them. Vanya proffered my wine glass to me and waited, calmly looking me straight in the eye. Almost in bravado I tossed both pills into my mouth, took a large swig of wine and surprised myself by swallowing the lot without choking. Vanya smiled lovingly at me, kissed me long and hard then, as the kiss broke, whispered "Now there is no going back my darling Dave. Those booster tablets will rapidly release and increase the effects of the hormones I have been putting in your food for nearly three months. As you become more feminine I cannot use your old male name anymore so from now on I'm changing your name to Jane, do you understand?" I had had no idea that Vanya had been dosing me with hormones up to that point, I certainly hadn't felt any different. I guess the wine must have taken the edge off my fears because it didn't seem to worry me too much, although I didn't have time to think about it then. With a squeeze of her arm, Vanya kissed my hair then said in a low sultry voice "For doing what I wanted you to do, without any fuss, I think I should give you another thrill, don't you, Jane?" The name caught me by surprise but, even though I had so recently been thoroughly satisfied, her words made me tingle yet again. "Yes please, my wonderful Vanya," I whispered back, before shivering with anticipation as she reached for the control box on the table. She pressed several buttons to start the vibrations and electrical stimulations then cuddled me closely to her. Gradually I built up towards a climax while Vanya kissed, petted and caressed me and it was a wonderful experience of caring love from this incredible woman. My orgasm was nowhere near as intense as the earlier one but it was extremely satisfying and long-lasting. Once I had recovered from it Vanya helped me to my feet, announcing it was time for bed. In the bedroom she released me from the confining dress and unlaced the boots. When she pulled them off I cried from the cramps in my legs and feet but it soon passed. I wondered then if my crying was a result of the hormones. The rest of my clothes were removed as quickly as Vanya could do so because the wine was having a severe effect on my bladder and I was in desperate need for the toilet. After that, Vanya removed our make-up and my wig, had me undress her, and then led us both into the shower where she removed my butt-plug beneath the warm spray. Once we were snuggled in bed Vanya insisted on me licking her to a couple of orgasms, which I was more than happy to do, then we lay sleepily in each others arms. "Thank you for the most wonderful birthday of my life," whispered Vanya. "And the presents I wanted most in the world. 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