; ; Marguerite, as she asked me to call her the day after we ; met-(I'd asked her to call me Martin as soon as we shook hands) ; -was an unmarried (at least, unringed) lady of perhaps thirty-five. ; She was beautiful - auburn hair; deep blue commanding eyes; a fantastic ; figure, as trim as her somewhat tall build (she was 5' 9 ) would ; allow. The curve of her breasts and hips was most attractive, and she ; made certain (I was sure) that I appreciated her figure and her ; stockbroking abilities, which were as wonderful as her ; personality. That made it hard for me to understand why Marguerite was ; practically shunned by her associates. There was no rumored reason, ; although one v.p. commented, "She's weird. Single, with her looks? You ; can figure that she's probably one of those..."
; ; Marguerite was very outgoing...perhaps that was what attracted and ; kept the clients, for she and I made a great team, bringing in ; commissions like grocery coupons. I soon became as attractive to ; clients as was Marguerite, although her clients were mostly men, while ; mine were mostly women. I must say that Marguerite's private (very ; private) remarks about our clients were occasionally caustic and very ; much apropos.
; ; "Well, Marty, my boy," said she about one large, very large, client, ; "was that trip just around the moon, or did you land?" "the moon" was ; our office code for an unpleasant time.
; ; "Not quite, Marguerite. She wanted to be put into some penny stocks ; that I know are worthless, and I flat-out refused.
; ; "'Sides," I chuckled, "she wouldn't have fit. But I tried to interest ; her in Vanneman's new issue, the one you pointed out to me, and she ; waffled-so altogether, maybe it wasn't completely worthless, but I ; didn't close her."
; ; That was a sad admission, but I'd closed six in the first two days of ; that week already, and we had been generally in a fairly happy mood.
; ; "You should have spread some honey on her waffle, then, Mart'," was ; her rejoinder. I started to chuckle, then thought better of it.
; ; "Never mind, Mart'." she went on, "Oh, hell, do you mind my calling ; you Mart'?" Her mild profanity took me slightly aback.
; ; "No, not at all. But I don't think you'd like anyone to shorten your ; name," I grinned.
; ; "True, I'd hate it. I had too many unpleasant nicknames as a ; youngster. Other than calling each other names, I think we get along ; well for two unattached orphans, don't you?"
; ; "Uhm... Marguerite, how did you know . . . ?"
; ; "That you were an orphan with no close relatives? Perhaps we orphans ; with no siblings can 'feel' each other, after we work together for a ; time. Our secretary, Sally, is an orphan, too. What I started to ask ; . . . ."
; ; "Yes?" I was fascinated by what I thought I saw in her eyes-an ; interest in me as a person, not as a brokerage partner. I got the ; impression that Marguerite was very attracted to me. I know that ; during the six weeks we'd worked together I had found her more and ; more attractive, and I was only awaiting the proper time and place to ; come on to her-if I dared. Then I realised that I'd fallen for her Her ; next statement surprised me.
; ; "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come to dinner at my place, and ; see...well, I am always a little diffident about my hobby, and I hope ; you won't laugh at me...."
; ; "I promise I won't, I've had some funny...some odd hobbies...myself." ; Yup, occasionally masturbating when I thought of Marguerite. Yet lately ; I'd noticed that erections were difficult to summon, and would not ; stay hard, although I could fondle myself and make myself feel ; aroused, but somehow that did not worry me...although I always felt ; randy as hell when I thought of Marguerite.
; ; "Yes, well, I take my...this particular hobby...quite seriously. I ; collect...dolls, you might say. You'll very likely be quite...taken, ; I'm certain. I haven't known any other man...most would laugh at ; me...who I'd ask to be introduced to my...babies ."
; ; "Marguerite, I'm flattered and honored indeed. I would very much like ; to be acquainted with your dolls, and I must tell you I think I can ; feel the beginning of more than just work-partners' interest, if you ; follow me."
; ; "Why, yes, I believe I do." There was a grin on her lips, a spark of ; mischief in her eye. "Do you accept my invitation?"
; ; Well, she'd already had my answer, but I replied,
; ; "Surely...I accept, with pleasure. When?"
; ; "How about this coming week-end? We have four days off. It ; will give you a chance to...get really acquainted with my...dolls."
; ; Well, that was agreed, and I felt a certain sense of ; accomplishment. The invitation and the tone in which it was delivered ; were sincere if I had ever heard sincerity. I had wanted to be with ; Marguerite more and more urgently as the days passed. As I thought of ; the coming four-day week-end, I felt my groin indicate considerable ; agreement, although not quite as I expected. I certainly felt great ; desire yet I had no erection. I found that my underwear was damp with ; a slightly sticky residue whenever I was around Marguerite the rest of ; those two days. I could have sworn that she smelled different, too.
; ; Luckily, a good sales day Wednesday, a night, and it was Thursday-the ; firm was closed every week-end anyway-Friday and Monday of this ; week-end and the next were extra "up-date" days necessitated by some ; new computer programs.
; ; Thursday, after lunch, I thought I saw some indication that Marguerite ; was perhaps "suffering" from anticipation like mine, for I noticed on ; several occasions her nipples standing taut against her tight sweater ; when I was near. (For some reason mine were rubbing against my ; t-shirt.) Once I noticed that her chair seat looked to my astonished ; eyes slightly damp, and on that occasion she had walked quite quickly ; to the door, moving slightly sideways, saying over her shoulder,
; ; "Ladies room, back at once."
; ; I had a client on the phone at the moment, so I could make no remark, ; just waved, but I acted distracted with the client, sufficiently that ; the client asked me if I were all right. I snapped back to reality and ; was closing the deal when Marguerite came back. She had on another ; skirt. As I put the phone down, she gave me a great wide smile which ; lit up those penetrating blue eyes and she chuckled,
; ; "Sorry, Mart'. I know that was distracting, but I was thinking the ; same thoughts you were I can hardly wait for tonight. You'll certainly ; come over, won't you?"
; ; "Good Lord, yes But I thought tomor . . . Fri . . . I hadn't planned ; . . . ." I felt an odd sensation under my arms and on my chest-there ; was swelling and my nipples were poking against my shirt
; ; "Makes no never mind, you haven't anything else on ...? If you really ; want to come...? Yes? Then you come over tonight. You have the ; address, right?"
; ; I took the sweaty, much-creased piece of paper from my ; wallet...extracting the wallet from my hip pocket was getting more ; difficult - I'd probably looked at it fifty times-and blushed in ; embarrassment.
; ; "Uhm, Marguerite, I had it written down, but this piece of paper won't ; do me any good. I've looked at your address so much that I've sweated ; and erased it out of existence "
; ; "O K, we'll do this the easy way. Look at me, Mart Now - Marguerite ; Seldon, 12234 Drosten Way, North Harbor. You've got it now, don't ; you?"
; ; Well, I certainly did. I had never before had something impressed on ; me like that. I then and there began to think of Marguerite in a new ; light, as a forceful and perhaps more dominating woman than I had ; earlier realised. A feeling of general well-being came over me and I ; just accepted that my groin was twitching when I was near her. I was ; by now used to the lack of an erection and the stains in my underpants ; when I thought lasciviously of Marguerite, but I was seriously ; considering getting nylon panties soon.
; ; Where I got that idea I don't know, but it grew in me all the few ; remaining hours at work Thursday. I left the office shortly after ; Marguerite, as early as possible, with instructions to Sally the ; secretary (Marguerite's and mine) that I was not to be disturbed all ; week-end.
; ; Sally smiled sweetly and nodded as though she thoroughly understood. I ; gathered with nothing said that Marguerite had given her the exact ; same instructions, and I assumed that Sally could put two and two ; together as well as any high school graduate. As things turned out, ; she certainly could.
; ; "Going to join uhz...uhm...see the dolls, Martin? I know you'll love ; it. See you later," said Sally, looking a bit wistful. She moved ; suggestively in her office chair, and I caught a whiff of an odd, ; pleasant scent, new perfume, I supposed.
; ; What she'd said was odd, but I thought no more about it. She was a ; good-looking girl in a slightly stereotyped way and I had once ; considered her as a prospect for some interesting fun every time I'd ; seen her before I met Marguerite. Still, I wondered for a moment how ; Sally seemed to know so much about Marguerite's dolls. No matter, ; Sally didn't have to assume that she'd see me before Tuesday.
; ; I got to Marguerite's-she'd asked me not to drive, but to use public ; transportation-on a handy bus which stopped at the nearest corner at ; quarter to seven. I had showered and dressed as though for a night ; out, yet I had a strange feeling that we would not leave the apartment ; all week-end. For some reason my coat and slacks were somewhat tight ; and oddly uncomfortable as though they did not fit me...or I'd gotten ; chubby in odd places. My nipples were hard as I rang her doorbell.
; ; Marguerite's "place" was not after all an apartment, as I had ; assumed. She owned the entire building, and occupied the three bottom ; floors and the basement
; ; She opened the recessed private entrance to her home "dressed" only in ; a loosely held shawl which she dropped as she closed the door to ; reveal her entire gorgeous body. The look with which she regarded me ; made my mind quiver, and I thought to myself, This is my mistress, her ; look should frighten me,'cause I don't know what she is going to do - ; which was, I thought, irrational.
; ; I felt a sudden dizziness, my mind whirled and what I said next I ; could no more have failed to say than breathe. In one gasp of fevered ; adoration, I said,
; ; "Marguerite, I'd like to live with you forever . . . if you'd have ; me. You must be the most beautiful woman I've ever known "
; ; I hardly noticed my fevered fingers as I unbuttoned and slid zippers ; in my haste to be naked like her.
; ; She smiled and kissed my cheek. I felt lavishly rewarded, and somehow ; as though I had been promised the world. Turning away finally from a ; long, meaningful, heated interplay of glances, we toured, nude, around ; her place, she acting like any house-proud woman, mentioning in ; passing,
; ; "I would be very happy if you meant that, Marty. Can I count on it? As ; you see, I've always wanted real privacy and now I can afford it I ; have it as I wish. You'll enjoy it."
; ; "Yes, I knew I would. I like your place very much, Marguerite, but you ; did mention a...your...'babies' when you invited me."
; ; I thought it quite natural that she had not shown me her bedroom - ; yet. I wondered briefly what the rest of the space was used for.
; ; "Ah. Well, you'll have to wait until after dinner, dear Marty." She ; cupped my head in her strong hands and kissed me soundly. Her tongue ; had an odd taste. My head swirled, my knees weakened and I would have ; fallen, I do believe, if she had not supported me to a deep chair and ; plopped me in. She was easily able to handle my surprisingly light ; body.
; ; "I think you need a drink. I have some wine I'd like your opinion on, ; a new pressing from a friend's vineyard, but I think it's got a nice ; bouquet, and it's not too sweet."
; ; "Oh. Sure." I had no idea what she had just said, nor to what I was ; agreeing, my mind was so muzzy. I toyed with my long black hair as I ; waited for her return.
; ; She brought in two huge goblets of a deep red wine. I could smell its ; tartness, tinged with a smell of some herb. I had seldom drunk wine, ; but in that instance I tasted, then sipped and quickly drank about ; half the goblet. It was excellent, full-bodied and not as tart as I ; had thought. I was soon hungry for whatever she had prepared for ; dinner and I was becoming more and more curious about the dolls...and ; I was very hungry for Marguerite.
; ; Dinner was as good as I had expected, although I later remembered not ; one dish we ate, although all had a herbal taste. I thought I ate a ; lot, even if I did notice that odd taste in several dishes. I felt as ; though my stomach was shrinking, not expanding as I would have ; expected. As I looked at Marguerite and drank in her beauty, a vague ; thought that I should be feeling sexually aroused crossed my mind, but ; I felt no normal male reaction. There was, however, a definite ; tickling sensation in my crotch, and I tried to rub my bottom on the ; fabric of the chair surreptitiously to relieve the itch. Marguerite ; noticed my movements and commented, with a smile,
; ; "You'll soon be accustomed to certain things, Marty. I'll take good ; care of you " and kissed me deeply again as she helped me to rise, ; holding me close with her strong arms. My belly twitched and I wanted ; to wrap my legs around hers and rub my mound against her as she held ; me against her perfectly rounded and scented body.
; ; I knew that we'd been nude, but that seemed not to faze me, for I ; certainly had hardly noticed that I was not reacting as a man normally ; would, nor had I felt anything amiss save that odd contraction in my ; belly. I made another impassioned statement, embarrassed, yet ; determined.
; ; "Oh, Marguerite, I love you, I want to be with you . . . forever "
; ; In those few moments I felt a change in my body, but I paid little ; attention to myself, for I found my gaze concentrated on Marguerite's ; lovely breasts and belly, so rounded, so firm, so enticing My tongue ; wanted to taste her.
; ; "Now, Martine, if you mean that truly, I'll introduce you to my ; babies. You'll be quite taken by them, I'm certain. I know that you'll ; appreciate it more when you realise how pleasant it is ; to...belong. You 'll abide with me, just as others have. Come, ; Martine."
; ; A little frisson of terror crossed my mind as she said that name, so ; similar to mine, but I walked calmly and happily beside her, her hand ; on my arm. There was certainly something different about that ; arm. What...? Oh, it felt softer, the skin smoother, as Marguerite ; stroked it softly and pleasantly. I could feel her warmth and slowly I ; began to feel warm, too, My face felt flushed, but as we passed a ; large mirror with very old glass I caught a hazy glimpse of myself...I ; seemed to be as wavy as the mirror...my face, although distorted by ; the wavy glass, was different, yet not flushed.. I turned my head to ; look at Marguerite, her lovely breasts entranced me and all I could ; think of was how her breasts and the burgeoning nipples would feel as ; I stroked them, and how she smelled and would taste.
; ; I was becoming less and less sure of who or what I was as we walked, ; but that did not worry me, for it felt so good when she stopped us and ; reached to rub my breasts and belly. I did not care who I was, or ; where, I just knew that Marguerite made me feel welcome and desired ; tht I remain with her.
; ; We sauntered into a large, dimly-lit room, I think on the first floor ; of her home, and I was amazed to see rows of what at first looked like ; open and upright coffins of some light colored material, each ; containing a still, nude, life-sized figure.
; ; "Oh, that one looks like Sally " I exclaimed, starting toward the ; figure to examine it more closely. My voice was distinctly higher. I ; felt unaccustomed weight on my chest and more swelling under my arms, ; but I was so intrigued by this duplicate of our secretary that I paid ; little attention.
; ; "Yes, Martine, for quite some time Sally's been part of my ; collection. Remember about orphans? She's asleep, now, Martine, let ; her rest. She's been busy taking care of things for me." I heard that ; name "Martine" and wondered again if Marguerite was speaking to me.
; ; She gestured widely about the room.
; ; "These are my 'babies'...they're living puppets, really. I can ; manipulate minds and bodies and my babies do as I desire, but that ; doesn't bother you particularly, Martine, does it?"
; ; "No, Marguer...."
; ; "I'm 'Mistress,' Mart' dear. You've become a part of my collection."
; ; "Yes...what did you call me?"
; ; "'Martine.' I call all my dolls by their names, Martine."
; ; I was calm, not afraid, just slightly puzzled. My mind was as muzzy as ; though I were trying to think with a bad hangover, yet there was no ; headache. I was not afraid, everything was as it should be...I had not ; a worry in the world. My mind was whirling so that nothing seemed to ; concern me. I spoke for the first time since I had learned ; my...future?
; ; "Dolls? Martine? I was to look at your collection of...dolls, wasn't ; I?" My voice was a contralto, quite nice.
; ; "Why, yes, Martine. Do you not feel somewhat different, now that ; you've seen them?"
; ; "Yes, Mistress, I...do. I am... really...a ...doll, I am Mar...tine, ; Martine, yes, that's my name.
; ; "Mistress, I feel very strange, have I been ill?" She did not answer ; me, but I felt reassured. Indeed, although I had no memory of when or ; how I had come to be a part of my Mistress's life, I realised that I ; had always been Martine. I remembered my...childhood?
; ; Now I was reclining on a bed. Mistress Marguerite looking at me. I ; somehow felt her desire, and I laid one hand across my belly while my ; other dropped to my crotch, brushing against my naked pubic mound, ; making me feel very excited, as though I wanted and needed ; something. Then I was massaging my labia softly, oh so softly. I felt ; myself moisten and my finger entered where never a finger had entered ; before. Mistress tilted a tall mirror at the foot of the bed so that I ; could see my face and body as I stroked and tickled myself. I was a ; dark-haired, pretty young woman, with large rounded breasts and an ; absolutely bare pubic area. My skin, I noticed, was soft yet I could ; feel muscles sliding underneath as my arms moved. My nipples were ; pink, very full and upstanding and my breasts felt tingly. My vagina ; contracted.
; ; Mistress lay down beside me. The odor of her skin was intoxicating, ; and I felt as though I were in heaven. She spoke softly,
; ; "Kiss me, Marti. Suck gently on my nipples, then move down my ; body. You'll love that so much."
; ; "Ah, mistress You have the most beautiful body I have ever touched. I ; adore it."
; ; "Yes, Marti, you will always believe that...and you will have many ; chances to adore my body...and yours."
; ; My lower belly felt very peculiar and very wet from the penetration of ; my finger. I wanted to grasp Mistress between my legs and rub myself ; against her. Her breasts were luscious, full, yet firm and rounded, ; with lovely areolas and large nipples, now standing upright, awaiting ; my eager mouth. It would feel good to rub mine against them.
; ; "My dear . . . ," Mistress murmured.
; ; I raised my head and kissed her right breast gently, my tongue seeking ; her nipple, waiting for my touch. I licked for a moment, and then ; sucked, at first gently, then harder. The nipple seemed to lengthen, ; entering between my lips so it lay rigid on my tongue. For a moment it ; felt like a penis. I tasted something cool and exciting that made me ; feel, at the same instant, euphoric and slightly dizzy. There was a ; tickling at my crotch, which felt wonderfully urgent.
; ; "There, there, Martine, you're doing so nicely. Come now, move your ; lips down slowly, kiss your way down my belly. You'll like what you ; find very much. Gently, dear. We have a long time."
; ; After a joyous and sinuous journey with my tongue along her torso and ; belly, trying all the time to keep as much of my body as possible ; pressed against Mistress, I found my breasts on her thighs, head ; between them, kissing her wet labia ecstatically - her thick, soft ; bush tasted good to me, and I did what my mind told me would please ; her - my tongue penetrated the soft hairs, licked along her labia, ; tickled her clitoris, and slid easily and quite deeply into her juicy ; quim. I had a long and facile tongue, I noticed. Mistress's juices ; tasted divine. I placed two fingers, crossed, inside her and she ; squirmed with increased passion as I sucked, while tickling with my ; fingers. She hummed and murmured above me, and I was by now so ; infatuated that I failed to notice that my thoughts were very slow and ; concerned only Mistress's pleasure.
; ; "Now, dear Martine," she cooed, "make me climax - and you'll enjoy ; your first orgasm, too. Dear love, you make a wonderful, happy ; puppet." I silently agreed, thinking of nothing else.
; ; My mind was in some faraway place, but I felt her quim pulsate as I ; licked and sucked fast and hard at her clit. I tasted a flood of her ; juices on my tongue, and my brain whirled as I felt my body respond by ; the sudden convulsion in my vagina and the ooze of juices which ; smeared over Mistress's calves as I hastily squirmed higher on her ; luscious body. I had to hold tightly to Mistress's squirming hips as ; she climaxed more than once, my fingers twisting inside her and my ; lips pressed firmly to her breast. My vagina spasmed again, then I ; was still for a second, and I felt something move inside me. I spasmed ; again and ground my mons against Mistress's. My juices flowed freely ; down my thighs, blending with hers.
; ; She slowly pulled my face up until I lay close against her, my breasts ; pressing against hers, my straining nipples rubbing on her heavy ones, ; my inner thighs sopping wet. I moaned and clamped my legs around her ; thigh for the sheer pleasure it gave me.
; ; Mistress detached me from her legs and stood me upright ; effortlessly. She spoke softly, "Martine, darling, look in the ; mirror."
; ; I turned my head, my hips still held by her strong hands and saw ; reflected that same medium-tall brunette, a nice face with a large ; bosom, narrow waist, well-shaped hips and bare pubes- wetness ; streaking my thighs and lips. I remembered that face and figure was ; me, Martine. I turned to my owner and whispered - my voice at that ; moment a lovely contralto,
; ; "What happened to . . . to the...was there some place I...worked, ; Mistress?"
; ; Just for a moment I remembered myself as Martin Jowett, a stockbroker, ; until I knew without any doubt that I was now a female, one of my ; Mistress' puppets, part of Her collection. The memory lasted but a ; second, then faded.
; ; I brushed my hand briefly against my mons and thrilled all over as I ; accidentally touched my clit.
; ; "Oh, that's not to worry, but...in that cubicle, see?" I saw a nude ; male body...slightly familiar...had I met...? No, that thought faded, ; too.
; ; "I never waste, Martine. I shape a mind or take a body, but you have ; been always with me, haven't you, Martine? You are quite happy, aren't ; you?"
; ; "Oh, yes, Mistress, I'm very happy. May I be of service to you again?"
; ; "You're greedy, Martine," she said, laughing. "All my babies take ; their turn, my dear, and I will allow you to watch and make yourself ; happy as you do. I think you will be one of my favorites, dear ; Martine. Do you like that idea?"
; ; "Very much, Mistress."
; ; I hoped this meant that Marguerite loved me, although I knew that what ; I wanted no longer mattered, I was Hers, to do with as She wished. I ; adored Her, and no thought that She owned me, that I was Her slave ; forever, crossed my mind again..
; ; Mistress allows me and Sally to make love, which we adore, and She ; does too, for She plays with Herself and then with each of us as we ; contort and kiss, rub and suck each other to Her satisfaction and ; ours. Sally is so nice.
; ; Fairly often at night Sally will get out of her box and come over to ; mine.
; ; "Marty? Wanta play?" I always say yes, we seem to be insatiable with ; each other, and although Mistress caught us in a 69 one night she did ; not punish us as I saw her do with another puppet. I have a feeling ; that She may like Sally and me better than the others, who are all ; older...or at least from some earlier time in Mistress' life, not that ; we care. Mistress is divine to kiss all over, her quim is so nice and ; tasty, better even than Sally's, and I'm just wild about Sally ; ;