"You are such a slut."
It was an old argument now. I tried not to rise to the bait, no matter which
"button" she pushed.
"I can't believe you're actually going out dressed like that. It's obscene."
I looked across our bedroom at her, my face expressing my inability to
understand what was pissing her off so much.
"Are you trying to get laid? No, that's not right. How many times are you
going to get fucked tonight?"
"One less that you want." I answered as I smoothed my skirt over my hips.
OK, so I'm weak. I was going to get even for all the nasty things she'd said.
"You know you're not my type."
"ButÉ you've changed. You didn't always think this way."
I turned back to the mirror and checked my makeup and hair. Everything was
perfect; pony-tailed red hair, bright green eyes, minimal makeup. I did look
good. It wasn't my makeup that was getting to her. It was my dress.
Black, mirror polished, every light in the room reflecting off the planes and
curves covered by the skin tight rubber. The neck scooped out to show
almost to my nipples, the constriction of the latex making even more of my
cleavage. The hem barely covering my crotch while sitting. Standing, it
cupped the bottom curve of my ass. It's very shortness accentuating my long
legs. The 5" heeled "fuck me" pumps didn't hurt either.
I stood up and turned towards her. She was sitting propped up in bed, a
flannel nightgown buttoned up to her neck. Her blonde hair in disarray. She
had scrubbed off what little makeup she still wore. Her eyes were bloodshot
and puffy. She looked like shit.
I looked down at her from my six foot two height. "If I've changed, you
have no one to blame but yourself. You, 'Dr. Frankenstein', have to live with
your 'monster' now. You can not blame me for what happened. I expressed
my love for you as you wanted. I did everything you asked, without
question, without hesitation. It is not my fault that you didn't think far
enough ahead to anticipate what your 'creation' would do to your ego. If you
remember, I had no say in what was done, no say in anything you and your
former friends did to me. Not one single thing."
"And now, look at you. You look like shit. You wear shit clothes, you barely
take care of yourself. You've stopped seeing all our old friends. Stopped
seeing anyone we ever knew. You've stopped seeing the ones who helped
you create me. And why? Because you think I turned out too good, that I
make you look plain, frumpy, ugly? That's your fault. Two years of
operations and conditioning, all the hypnotic teaching tapes. And you can't
stand it."
I sat on the edge of the bed. "Was it my fault that Dan wanted me over you?
Did I even know you had the hots for him? Where you ever honest with me?
No, you just put on your domme persona and told me what to do. And I did
it. Oh, no question about it, I loved almost every minute. Even the pain from
the surgery was bearable because I knew it was what you wanted."
"And what do I get for my time and trouble? A new life. A completely new
life. A lover, no lovers, who want me because of what I look like, not who I
am. A cock-crazed slut that barely has any discrimination in who I fuck. A
cum bucket. Someone who will drop to her knees at the merest hint of
interest. And someone who's willing to eat pussy as well as suck cock."
"Those 'miracle' compounds that you fed me, that made the process possible.
That made me want to be the way I am now. The compounds your 'friends'
gave you. What have they done to me? I'm a freak. My tits leak milk almost
weekly. My pussy can shoot cum three feet without my even thinking about
it. I can take the largest cock or dildo in any hole. I can cum just thinking
about it."
"So, here we are. Despite everything I still love you. But you can't satisfy
me, no single person can. So you can either live with my 'problem' or you
can join me."
"But no one looks at me when you're anywhere around."
"So, what do you want? Look at what you've done, and not done, to
yourself. Think about what people see in me. And do you want them to see
you the same way?"
"YesÉ Yes, I do. I can't stand being away from you all these days and
nights."
"Then you know what you have to do. Starting tomorrow, it's into 'training'
for you. I'll make the necessary arrangements and you can have the changes
done by the end of the month. But you'll have to change inside as well. You
have to be more like me. I still can't believe you didn't think about what
would happen after you changed me."
"I didn't think it would come between us."
"You didn't think that I would become as 'popular' as I have. There's
something that I never told you and your pals at the Lab. Something that you
never imagined could happen."
"What?"
"Not now. Do you really want to stay with me?"
"Yes. I do love you so much."
I spread my thighs apart and reached one hand into my crotch. Of course I
wasn't wearing panties, I almost never did. They never stayed on long
enough once I was out. I took the tip of my forefinger and ran in down my
slit. It came away coated with my juices. "Didn't you ever wonder why, from
the very first lover, I was so popular? Why people were always calling me
for dates, dropping over for a 'quickie', giving me presents, doing things for
me all the time?"
My hand and its coated finger came out from underneath the latex. I rubbed
the finger across her lips. She licked her lips cleaning them.
"I thought it was nothing more than your sluttish nature." She said between
licking her clean lips.
I repeated the movements, this time with two fingers and she took them both
into her mouth where she sucked them clean. "Would you like some more?"
She nodded.
"Scoot down." I kicked off my heels and straddled her now prone head. My
pussy was just out of reach yet she tried to stick her tongue into me. My
rubber skirt hiked around my waist, I looked over my 38DD tits at my wife.
"Not quite yet, my darling. Soon."
She looked up at me. "PleaseÉ"
"I know, you really want to eat me. To taste my nectar again. You'd do
anything to, would you?"
"Yes, please let me." She was going to beg me if I let her say anything else. I
didn't want her to beg. I wanted her to have this 'gift'.
I slid forward and she buried her face into me. I could feel her tongue, what I
so fondly remembered that once wrapped around my cock. Those lips that
once pressed into my pubic hairs as she deep throated me as only she could.
I let her bring me off twice before I slid out of reach. She would have broken
her neck to follow. "Darling, here's what you didn't know. Whatever you
put into that compound that helped change my DNA from male to female
makes my nectar addictive. The little you sucked off my fingers was enough
to enslave you as all the others have been enslaved. I know there's nothing
you will not do for me to let me cum on your face again. Nothing. Is there?"
Her eyes had taken on the oh so familiar look I had seen for these past two
years. She was as hooked as any junkie. I knew I could tell her to cut her
throat and she would, gladly if the last thing she tasted was me.
"So, my love here are the new rules. One: you will from now on dress in a
manner befitting your new lifestyle. Leather and rubber, satin and lace. You
will never wear panties again. You will do whatever I tell you. I will not ask
you to do anything that will harm you. I do love you. But you will resume a
more traditional role, that of a loving, subservient wife. You will start taking
the same compound that I did, less the DNA altering component, so that you
too will secrete the nectar. And then when we are ready we will start
addicting the 'right' people. And we will live happily ever after."
Epilogue:
"Darling, have you seen my purple leather dress?"
I looked up from my paper and watched my "new" wife cross the room
towards the hall. She was magnificent, a sensual creature almost without
peer. Of course she said the same thing about me. "I think it's in the
downstairs closet, next to my red leather one."
Naked she walked out of the room and returned carrying the dress in
question. "Thanks, do you need anything before I get dressed?"
"Just a kiss from the woman I love."
She put the dress down on a chair and threw herself onto my lap. She
covered my mouth with hers and gave me a kiss that curled my toes. "That's
for the man I love."
"It's been almost three years now, you really have to stop referring to me as a
man."
"No matter what you look like on the outside, you'll always be 'my man', the
husband I love."
I kissed her and she did curl her toes. "Are you happy now?"
"I was happy before. I'm happier now. I'm with you. Always."
"I am too. I was afraid that I went too far than night when I addicted you."
"Are you sorry things didn't turn out exactly the way you thought they
would?"
"No, I realized the next day that I didn't want a zombie for a wife. I wanted
you."
"Well, it was fortuitous that when I took the compound that it negated the
addictive quality of the nectar. Now we're partners again."
"So who are you seeing tonight?"
"The Senator. She's been such a good girl, she deserves some more fun.
And you?"
"That investigator from the SEC. He's going to get 'lucky' tonight. I suspect
that his investigation is going to go nowhere."
"Don't beat yourself up over it. We were as careful as we could be, but he
just got lucky with his computer. There was only so much we could do to
cover our tracks without not getting the proceeds from the insider trading.
Most people, especially government workers, would have dropped the matter
when they hit the first offshore bank account."
"Well, it will be nice to have someone on the inside from now on. What time
are you getting picked up?"
"In thirty minutes. You?"
"Oh, he wants to be mysterious. He'll call when he's five minutes away. I
plan on entertaining him here. So when you're finished with the Senator,
come back. Our new 'toy' will still be here."
"Excuse me Mistresses." It was Beverly, one of our live-in staff. She looked
at my wife. "There is a call for you, Mistress Diana. A Mrs. Curry. Betty
Curry."
(the end)