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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!"
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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"
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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.
Tomorrow is the start of a whole new chapter in our lives and it is going
to be so much fun."
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