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The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 4. 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.
The following 3 months were quite a change of life-style for both of us.
Morning and night Vanya insisted I soak in a warm bath with various
additives then she would help me rub assorted creams and lotions all over
my body before dressing me for the day or for bed. The skin around my
nipples always received specific attention with special hormone creams and,
by the end of the quarter, I had my own breasts! They started as barely
noticeable swellings and gradually grew, through an A-cup to just filling a
B-cup bra. It was a very exiting time for both of us to watch their growth
and, despite her continual control of me, Vanya was rarely extreme in her
dominance. She was wonderfully loving in her attention to me and we were
rarely out of each other's arms or touch.
In addition to all the hormone creams my new breasts received plenty of
other attention from Vanya. At least twice a day she would massage and
caress my breasts ensuring that my levels of sensitivity grew along with
their size. My nipples have always been large and sensitive but Vanya's
continual attention ensured that my arousal levels were easily triggered by
her teasing them; a gentle brush of her hands, pinching fingertips, sucking
lips or her biting teeth would all make me helpless with desire for more
and she would often bring me to orgasm whilst teasing my breasts one way or
another.
She continued with the regular early morning enemas, always including or
followed by sexual stimulation which satisfied both of us and, curiously,
the more we made love the greater we increased our need and capacity for
excitement. This was usually followed by lessons in make-up or
dress-sense, which, with the exotic clothing I was usually wearing, seemed
somewhat out of place but I listened and learned all that Vanya taught.
Only once did she make me wear those ridiculously high-heeled boots during
the period, as punishment for not getting an order out on time, but
otherwise I generally happily wore 6" or even 5" heels in delightful
comfort. Corset training continued and my waist was soon comfortable at
19" and Vanya frequently complimented me on the fantastic figure we had
created, particularly with the tremendous boost that the hormones caused
and we both took a growing delight in my appearance. My tiny waist
emphasised my moderate breasts, making them look bigger than they actually
were, although I was soon comfortably filling the B-cups of my bras.
There were two somewhat negative aspects to the hormones: I became much
more emotional, finding I would cry easily but, rather than being
depressing, it became a catharsis of any negative feelings and I soon felt
better afterwards. The other was to my male pride because both my
testicles and my penis began to shrink quite quickly. Vanya nursed me
through that depressing period when I would have stopped the hormone
treatment - if she had given me a chance - showing me that she could still
give me fantastic orgasms (they were frequently longer and always more
intense than as a 'normal' male) even though I didn't get even the hint of
an erection after the first month. I soon accepted both changes fully and
without regret: Vanya found that she could dress me in much tighter rubber
panties which made my shrinking genitals appear as a perfect mound of
Venus.
Immediately after Vanya started making me take daily hormones she
insisted that I start a daily log so that we could follow the progress of
my change - this being it, of course. She was very surprised when I told
her that I had kept a sort of diary since that fateful evening when she had
started her domination. I hadn't thought to tell her of those notes before
and she insisted on seeing the earlier chapters of our life together. She
read them through and reminded me of bits that I had forgotten or left out,
insisting that I add to them or make corrections where appropriate. Those
earlier chapters I have now re-read and corrected and, although I no longer
like the first-person narrative which I used at the time, find them an
incredible insight into both Vanya and myself as we changed to our natural
roles. Those sections are the earlier chapters, of course, although I have
edited out some particularly private details with Vanya's agreement.
Vanya says she would like to post the whole diary to the Internet some
day and I know she has already used some extracts for her magazine
articles; I think she wants to give detailed advice to other Doms. Her
role on some magazines has increased considerably and she now has a regular
inflow of letters and articles for responses or editing, her work bringing
a steady inflow of funds. Even more important is how much she enjoys her
work and each day we discuss various aspects which it has raised. She has
even got me to write letter responses and a couple of articles from a sub
point of view although she did edit them for me.
One Tuesday morning, early in the fourth month of hormone treatment,
Vanya dressed me in a new purple satin corset, the black lacy half cups of
which thrust up and emphasised my breasts, added black nylon stockings and
a pair of tight purple rubber panties. She had inserted a small butt plug
into me after the morning's enema and it felt hardly noticeable after the
larger ones she often made me wear. Smart black patent court shoes with 5"
heels, new that morning, adorned my feet. I sat down to do my make-up but
Vanya took over, applying light base cream, eye shadow and lipstick only,
far less than the amount she usually insisted upon. She just brushed my
shoulder-length hair into shape and didn't use spray either.
A knee-length black nylon slip was added to my tiny waist and then Vanya
brought out a beautiful cashmere cream dress with elbow length sleeves.
She zipped up the back after I had stepped into it and it was form-fitting
from neck to mid-thigh. I looked into the mirror and loved the warm
femininity of the lovely soft wool. I sat happily putting on pale pink
nail varnish as Vanya attended to her own make-up and hair, before dressing
in a black silk blouse and navy skirt.
When she was ready we walked hand in hand to the kitchen and I made
breakfast while she attacked her mail on her notebook computer. My
clothes, apart from the tight new corset which gave me the delightful
hugging squeeze I had grown to love, felt wonderfully soft and
unrestrictive compared with my usual attire and I loved the feeling of the
cashmere brushing over my nipples, making them erect and very sensitive.
After the meal, still continuing the easy chatter we had developed, I
washed and cleared away, finally stripping the rubber gloves from my hands
and removing my apron. I was just about to go up to my workshop as Vanya
disappeared from the room for a few moments. When she came back she was
carrying her handbag over her shoulder and another, smaller white one which
she pressed into my hand. "A little present for you, Darling," she said
with a smile, watching me open it and look inside. There were tissues,
lipstick and a compact, a comb and small brush plus a small purse. I took
out the purse and opened it to find plenty of money - notes and small
change - as well as my credit cards, which I hadn't used for such a long
time. "Until you get used to carrying a handbag, I'll keep your purse for
you," she added taking the purse, closing it and dropping it into her own
bag. "You must remember that you don't have pockets for things anymore and
carrying a bag at all times is a very feminine thing."
I had said thank you when I first took the bag but, slightly confused, I
frowned at Vanya. "We're taking the day off and going shopping," she said
to my unasked question. "You look great now and I'm sure you are ready for
your first public airing as Jane. We'll drive into the city and shop
together, have some lunch and just enjoy ourselves," she said as if
announcing the menu for this evening's meal.
Panic rose inside me with her words: it was one thing to be so
femininely dressed at home but the thought of actually being seen by all
and sundry was the stuff heart attacks were made from. I started to
blather - and that is the word to describe my incoherent yattering - but
Vanya was not taking any rebellion from me. "Shut up!" She commanded her
expression fairly stern. "I cannot see any problems with taking you out.
You look great, quite sexy in fact."
Grasping at any straw I could I asked shakily "What about my voice?" to
which she smiled, told me to wait a minute and left the room, while my mind
continued in its whirl of thoughts. She soon returned holding a portable
tape recorder and, holding it near my face told me "Say 'This corset isn't
too tight for me any longer. In fact it's too loose to be comfortable,
Vanya.' Say it." Even more confused I repeated the words after her then
watched as she rewound the tape. She pressed 'play' and after a bit of
hissing I heard the words again, my heart sinking with the sound of the
obvious male voice on the tape. I was just about to say "You see!" when
the recorder gave a click and a hiss, followed by the two sentences again,
this time in a slightly husky, but definitely female voice. I stared at
the machine, frowning slightly, as Vanya switched it off. She chuckled and
explained "The first recording was you five months ago when we dumped your
red satin corset, the second was you now. Did you not realise how much
your voice had changed, Jane?"
"Wow!" was all I could manage and, with rising confidence at the change,
my fear did battle with my excitement at actually getting out of the house
after so long.
"Don't worry, Darling," said Vanya with a smile, reaching for my hand.
"Everything will be fine and I'll be with you all the time to help if you
need it." I hesitatingly smiled back at her and she lead the way through
the house to the garage, locking up behind us.
Driving through our gateway caused a slight concern which soon subsided,
only to grow again as we encountered traffic. We received a couple of
stares but I soon realised that it was just typical reaction to two
good-looking women alone in a car. With that my confidence began to build
and I started to look forward to the day ahead. Even in the outer city I
felt good but the butterflies re-appeared when Vanya pulled into a car park
outside the massive mall.
She was patient for me to build up my courage as she waited for me by
the open passenger door. With a deep breath I started to slide one leg out
then the tight dress reminded me to swing both out of the car at the same
time. As I stood up atop my stiletto heels I recognised that it was those
small mistakes I was dreading. I whispered my fears to Vanya as my eyes
darted about wildly to see if anybody was staring at me - which they
weren't - and she chuckled softly, then told me not to be silly. With the
car keys shut away in Vanya's handbag I suddenly felt very exposed: there
was nowhere to run now the car was locked. I reached for her hand but she
avoided mine saying, "Do you think it would look right for two grown women
to be walking hand in hand, Jane?" She was right, of course and I tried to
get my mind around how we should be acting.
Vanya turned and walked slowly towards the mall's huge entrance and I
followed her, finding at once that walking in high heels in a gravely car
park is different from the smooth floors at home. Suddenly I had to avoid
the larger stones then, with unwarranted pleasure, found myself walking on
polished stone tiles. Not having to concentrate where to place each foot I
looked up at Vanya with a smile, which froze as I saw the throng of people
starting to swallow us up. I fought down the impulse to grab Vanya's hand
as well as the initial panic at the stares at my figure, heels and face -
usually in that order! - from many of the shoppers.
I was concentrating very hard on trying not to stand out in the crowd
when I realised that I looked extremely smart and sexy compared with most
around us. I understood then that I would continue to receive such
appreciative stares and my confidence grew in leaps and bounds. My mind
was such a whirl of thoughts, I almost missed Vanya's "Hey, Jane. Look at
this," and I suddenly stopped and turned to see where she had gone. A
middle aged man bumped into me as I stopped without warning and I nearly
fell from the push. He grabbed my arm to hold me upright, apologising
profusely for being so clumsy, yet I was aware of his eyes wandering
quickly over my face and bosom. I started to mumble it was all my fault
but his warm smile and "As long as you are alright, young lady, it will be
my delight for the day" covered my apology. He let go of my arm, picked up
my handbag from where it had fallen to pass to me and walked off into the
crowd as, my heart beating wildly, I stepped towards the shop front to
rejoin Vanya.
Her eyes danced mischievously as she smiled at me. "My, aren't we the
forward little flirt! And nearly lost our handbag into the bargain." I
felt a deep blush at her implications and started to protest my innocence
but she merely giggled and turned me towards the window. "Isn't that
pretty?" she asked pointing at a full length black chiffon nightie behind
the glass. I stared at the garment, slowly taking in the other underwear
on display then, regathering my shattered confidence, answered that it was
indeed. Suddenly it was O.K. to look at women's sexy undies in public and
I spent several minutes chatting with Vanya of the pros and cons of various
designs. She liked the look of one satin nightie and, taking my elbow,
walked us into the shop where she asked an assistant for the article in red
in her size. She held it up before her, examined it and asked me if I
liked it and I told her how well it would suit her. She smiled back at me,
passed it to the assistant and dug in her bag for her purse.
As we walked out of the shop she passed me the bag and glanced at her
watch before moving deeper into the mall. We stopped again at a dress shop
to look in the window and while Vanya took in all the styles, my glance was
caught by our reflections. After appreciating how good the woman I loved
so dearly looked beside me, I also took stock of my own reflection, amazed
again at what a fantastic image she had created. I also saw another
feature: most of the men walking behind us, as well as quite a few women,
turned their heads to look us over. When Vanya had finished looking I
whispered my observation to her and she laughed quietly. "Looking as good
as you do, I'm not too surprised, Jane."
More window-shopping was interspersed with a stop in a computer shop to
get some disks for Vanya, then, glancing at her watch again, she said "Come
on, Darling. We're running a bit late." Late for what? We had only been
in the mall for about half an hour and it was too early for lunch!
Somewhat confused, a state Vanya seemed to love keeping me in, I turned and
hurried out of the shop after her, although her 3" heels meant she could
walk much faster than I could, even if my 5" stilettos were considerably
smaller than some I had been made to wear. I had rapidly tuned in to the
sharp, sexy click of my heels on the polished tiled flooring of the mall
and listened with part of my mind to the rapid staccato as I tried to even
keep up with Vanya. My fast walk was almost breaking into a run, which is
virtually impossible in heels that height, particularly when trying to
avoid all the other people who still seemed determined to want to stare at
this strange, pretty girl rushing against the slow surge of movement.
At last I turned a corner and almost bumped head-on into Vanya as she
looked to see where I was. "I thought I had lost you," I blurted out as I
began to recover from the exertion. "What's the hurry? I thought it was
going to be a casual day together," I asked, hoping my words and expression
didn't imply any criticism, for I knew how badly Vanya would take it.
"I just didn't want to be late for our appointment - and it's so long
since I've been here, I had forgotten where the shop was," answered Vanya
without any sign of visible annoyance and, mentally, I breathed a sigh of
relief and cautioned myself to watch my words more carefully in future.
"Come on, Jane, let's go inside." and she opened the door behind me and
ushered me into the shop. I looked around, slowly realising from the
colour scheme and fittings that it was a beauty salon. Although I hadn't
been in one before this was definitely up-market, with an expensive finish
and atmosphere to everything. There were expensive chairs in the waiting
area and, behind a low desk, sat a young, pretty redhead with perfect
fashion-magazine make-up, dressed in a tight-fitting white working dress.
She smiled at us, asking if she could help and I listened to Vanya give her
name, adding that we had an appointment with Jill. I watched the girl scan
the appointment book in front of her before smiling and replying that Jill
would be with us in a minute or two, all the while my mind trying to guess
what Vanya was doing: we had an appointment, or was it just for her?
I looked at Vanya for guidance but received only a sweetly innocent
smile as she reached for a magazine and opened the cover. Confused and
with rising concern I copied her lead, my eyes flitting without really
seeing the pages of women's fashions and articles. Surely any beauty
therapist (was that the title for such women?) would soon realise that I
was not a 'natural' woman as soon as she looked at me? What would her
reaction be - shock, horror, outrage? Or smirking ridicule? The options
and my reactions to them were building like a cyclone in my mind and I was
about to stand and run when Vanya tapped me on the knee. I looked up and
she smiled sweetly again, asking "You haven't got one of these, have you
Jane?" With her words she opened her handbag so that I could see into it,
although the receptionist couldn't from where she was sitting, had she
bothered to look. Vanya's hand was inside her bag holding the car keys and
twitching them back and forth. Having let me see them she dropped the keys
and snapped her bag then placed it on the floor on the other side of her.
"A pity," she said quietly. "You'll have to make sure we don't get split
up, otherwise you won't be able to get home tonight without it." she smiled
and picked up the magazine again.
It was subtle yet it hit me like a brick! She had understood my
thoughts and was telling me I couldn't leave without her. I remembered
that she still had my purse and without money I could do nothing; I
suddenly felt as restrained as if she had me captive in straps and
padlocks! Knowing Vanya as well as I did, it also meant that I had an
appointment in this beauty parlour and I tried to brace myself for the
coming unknown.
A curtain was drawn back and we both looked up to see a tall trim,
middle-aged brunette, also with impeccable hair and make-up, step through
and stand before us. She smiled down at each of us then looked directly at
me. "I'm Jill. You must be Jane and you," her glance moved sideways "are
Vanya. Please come through, we're so sorry to keep you waiting." She
turned on her heel and walked over to pull the curtain aside. Vanya stood
easily, waiting as I struggled to get to my feet from the low chair, making
easy chat to Jill. I didn't hear the words for my brain was busy trying to
work out why I must be Jane; what else did she know?
Jill lead the way whilst Vanya sandwiched me into the middle as we
walked down a softly lit corridor lined with tall wooden doors. Opening
one near the end, Jill ushered us in, pointing to two seats which reminded
me of those used by a dentist, for they were obviously fully adjustable. I
sat down carefully and swung my legs up onto the angled support beneath my
calves while Vanya did the same, as Jill consulted a small diary then spoke
to Vanya. "You will be having a facial, trim and set, plus nails, of
course, and you have asked for a complete make-over for Jane. Will there
be anything else, Vanya? I hope you don't mind first names, but we like to
get to know our customers and make sure we give them the best treatment so
we can build a relationship." While she spoke to Vanya and I hung on every
word I looked Jill over, seeing a very professional approach from a woman
who exuded competence in what she did, whatever that was.
"I would like aroma therapy and a foot massage as well, but the rest is
fine," replied Vanya in an easy manner. "I want the make-over for Jane to
be the complete works, though. As I said on the phone, she hasn't
experienced a really professional job before." Jill smiled in response and
added that everything would be perfect and that she would start with the
facials. She excused herself for a few moments and left the room.
As soon as the door closed I whispered urgently across to Vanya "What
are you doing? What's a complete make-over? How do I behave?"
"Just relax and enjoy yourself, Darling. You are about to be pampered
as only a woman can. You'll love the experience but, as I've told you
before I think, looking beautiful can sometimes require a bit of effort,"
Vanya replied easily and with a reassuring smile before lounging back in
the big chair. I wanted more but before I could ask, the door opened and
two girls in their late twenties wheeled in a large trolley each, the
shelves being covered with bottles, pots, cotton wool, swabs and many
things strange to me. "I'm Sue," said the shorter girl to Vanya as the
other, a very slim blonde introduced herself to me as Mandy. I smiled in
reply and lifted my head as a large plastic bib was placed around my neck.
Mandy lifted my hair high on my head and added small combs to keep it out
of her way, then removed my make-up with a soft sponge and creams. Skilful
fingers massaged various lotions into different areas of my face and I
began to relax to Mandy's ministrations, feeling her fingers move under my
chin and then around my neck and throat.
A while later soft moist pads were placed over each eyelid and even my
ears were gently massaged with some sort of cream. "Time for your
eyebrows," Mandy's pleasant voice informed me and I felt a tiny comb being
drawn through each. This was followed by a feint, strange tingle that
moved from point to point across my left eyebrow and a while later I became
aware of a slightly more pungent smell over that from all the other
cosmetic smells in the room. After quite a while the tingling moved over
to my right eyebrow after I felt Mandy moving around me. I was glad she
was not the chatty archetype of women's hairdressers, for I had been
dreading trying to fend off questions or imply knowledge of all things
feminine, being content to take Vanya at her word and enjoy the experience.
So far I was thoroughly enjoying the pampering, something no male normally
gets to learn about.
Eventually the pads were removed from my eyelids and I gingerly opened
them against the glare of a movable spotlight above me. Beside me was some
sort of electrical machine with a wand at the end of a thin cable resting
on top. As I wondered what it was for, Mandy unplugged it and wheeled it
behind me. "We'll do your face-pack next," she said reappearing into my
view.
That entailed new pads on my eyelids and a thick paste being applied
with a wooden spatula. Gradually my skin grew warm and it felt like the
stiff, drying chemical was sucking my skin into it, although it was not
really unpleasant. I wanted to know what was happening to Vanya and to ask
if she was enjoying it, but I thought better than risk a four-way
conversation. Quite some time later it was more cream and I felt the face
pack softening as it was dissolved away. More creams and scrubs then
Mandy's smiling face asked if I felt better. My facial skin felt like it
was glowing and I smiled back, telling her it felt wonderful. I heard
Vanya chuckle across the room, somehow with 'I told you so' in her sound.
"I'm going next door to get an aroma therapy," said Vanya coming into my
range of vision. "I'll probably see you when we get our hair done, Jane,"
and she went out the door with Sue in attendance and Mandy following. I
wondered what came next and that was Jill striding into the room, also with
a small trolley filled with bits. As she removed the bib from around my
neck she smiled professionally and informed me that she would personally do
my body. Unsure what she meant I listened as she asked me to stand up and,
when I did, was unprepared as she pulled down the zip on my dress. I tried
to clutch the dress against me but the wool slid from my arms as I reacted
too late and it fell about my feet in a soft heap.
"I'm so sorry about that, Jane," said Jill quickly. "If you'd care to
step out of it, I'll hang up your dress so it doesn't crease. It's such a
lovely dress and it suits you so well." I had no choice but to do as she
said and, feeling very exposed, watched as she did so. "And your slip as
well, please Jane," she asked, holding out a hand. It was bad enough to
have my breasts exposed over the top of my corset but the fear of removing
my slip to expose my tight rubber panties seemed infinitely worse.
My body and mind seemed to seize up at the situation and I suddenly
became aware of Jill's hand resting softly on my shoulder. "Don't worry,
Jane. Vanya and I have had quite a long chat on the phone about your needs
and requirements. We are entirely confidential and will only give the best
of service in the most professional way. The other girls know nothing of
your former self; it will remain a secret with me," Jill explained in a
reassuring voice. Vanya had told her! I looked up at Jill and saw an
expression of empathy on her face that made my fears begin to ease. "Come
on, the slip, please, " Jill reminded, and with trembling fingers I pushed
the black nylon off my hips and stepped out of it.
"Oh. Stockings! How nice to see them. Too many women wear those
horrible tights these days, but they don't let the body breathe as it
should," Jill commented matter-of-factly before asking me to sit in the
chair once more. She made no mention of noticing my latex panties. Once I
had done so she removed my shoes and asked me to undo my suspenders,
additionally asking if I needed any help. I managed to get them undone
very quickly! Jill reached up and, with professional detachment, rolled
the stockings down my legs and off my feet. She moved to my side and
adjusted the chair, the back rest going lower and the leg rest rising until
I was laying flat, then the whole thing rising.
"We'll start with waxing your legs, Jane, but don't worry. All those
things people say about it being painful have never had it professionally
done. You will hardly feel a thing," I was told as my legs were coated in
a warm, non-sticky wax in patches, then each removed before the next was
applied. Jill was right, it didn't hurt, but the concern did take my mind
off my embarrassment. Certainly the depilatories that Vanya had been using
on my legs and arms had helped to stop the growth of coarse hairs and,
during the treatment I felt my thighs, finding the wax left them
silky-smooth without the tiniest trace of even soft, downy hair. Even my
under-arms were waxed, again without any real discomfort and I relaxed
enough to lay back and let Jill get on with it.
As she cleared away the waxing equipment Jill said in a low,
understanding voice "Vanya asked for a full removal of body hair, Jane, so
please remove your panties." Full head-on panic consumed me, yet through
the haze I heard her add "Again it will not cause any pain and I will try
not to cause any embarrassment. I have done it before for both men and
women so I am not easily shocked." Her voice was so professional and
empathetic that I found I had lifted my hips and peeled my panties off my
hips before I realised what I was doing it. Having exposed myself that
far, it took only a little more control to remove them completely but I did
so with my eyes tightly closed. There was no giggle or other sound from
Jill apart from her moving about the room so I gradually peeped out from
under my eyelids. The first thing I saw was the electrical machine by the
side of the chair again, the same one Mandy had used, whilst Jill stood on
the other side with a small hair-trimmer in her hand, waiting for me to
regain my composure.
I took a deep breath and thought that, if Jill knew all about me, then
there wasn't much she couldn't see as well. With a big sigh as I let out
the breath I had been holding, I lay back on the chair and moved my hands
from my groin. I glanced up at Jill and was rewarded by a warm smile of
encouragement. "Don't worry so much, Jane," she told me in a conspirital
whisper. "I know what to do and no-one else will know. I own this salon
and certainly wouldn't ruin our reputation by being anything but
confidential and discrete." With that she gently pressed my knees apart and
switched on the trimmer. I tried to watch but it was a strain on my neck
so all I saw was the dark curly hair fall away to the left of my tiny
penis. "I see and hear many things from my customers, Jane, and they all
know everything is private," continued Jill as she worked her way around my
genitals. "I have quite a large clientele of men as well as women, which
is nice because it means that men are at last beginning to try to look
good. And look good for themselves and their partners in the way they want
to look, that is important I think."
Jill finished with the trimmer and put it away then took a small hand
vacuum cleaner and removed all the cut hair from my groin while I lay back
and pondered her words. I suppose she was right, for my appearance was of
prime importance to Vanya and I - in fact it was directly the cause of my
present plight! I began to wonder how many other couples were playing the
same games we were, a new thought because up until then I had somehow felt
we were unique. Yes, there were all the letters and articles that Vanya
dealt with but somehow it hadn't seemed real up till then.
I became aware of a smell in the air and looked down to see Jill busy at
my groin again, this time with the electrical thing. She was holding the
wand like a pen and pressing its point lightly into my skin in different
places. Each time she did there was a slight tingle for less than a
second. I asked what she was doing. "Don't be concerned, it's only
electrolysis. Like your eyebrows, it stops the hair regrowing so you won't
have to shave or pluck the hair anymore," Jill answered continuing to
concentrate on her task. My hand flew up to my eyebrows, finding only a
few wisps of hair where there had been a healthy growth! Jill stopped with
my movement and looked up. "Didn't Vanya tell you what she had asked for?"
she asked and I was so surprised at the change all I could do was shake my
head in answer.
Again Jill smiled gently and said "Well, enjoy the surprise because once
we've done your make-up you will really appreciate the difference. Now
stay still and I'll finish off down here." I don't know how much longer she
worked on me for my mind was back into the whirlwind state Vanya loved to
create. These changes, I knew, were permanent. After electrolysis the
hair follicles would be dead: up until now all the things we had done were
reversible, the changes to my figure, the hormones and all the rest.
Suddenly Vanya had begun playing a whole new game, I thought. No, I
realised a moment later, she was not playing any game - this is for real!
Some of the tingling was a bit stronger than the rest as Jill worked her
way over the soft skin of my testicles but it was soon complete and Jill
thankfully switched off the strong spotlight then put the equipment away.
"Next time we'll check to make sure we've got every hair, but it is easy to
miss one or two," she told me as she did so.
Perhaps it was relief that she was finished or the thought of a repeat
performance, maybe both but I suddenly burst into tears. Jill didn't say
anything but did pass me a few tissues. I didn't cry for long and felt
very foolish at doing so. Jill's hand resting on my shoulder helped and
blowing my nose did so as well. I started to apologise but Jill hushed me,
saying "There is nothing to worry about, Jane. In here you can be yourself
so just relax." With that she lowered the chair and the back began to rise.
By the time it was back to its previous position Jill passed me my purple
latex panties and I slipped them over my feet, then stood so that I could
pull them up my thighs. Jill noticed me standing on tip-toe and, without a
word, placed my shoes in front of me. I thanked her and slipped my feet
into them, feeling much more comfortable. Despite Jill looking on I
couldn't help running my fingers over my groin, finding it so incredibly
smooth without a trace of hair. I finally pulled my panties into position
as Jill commented "You won't be sorry. It feels so much nicer without
pubic hair. Now, slip this gown on and we'll go next door and see to your
hair."
I felt enormously better with the pink satin gown tied around me, after
my unexpected exposure in front of Jill. If she hadn't been so
professional, tactful and competent the experience would have been far
worse than the nightmare it seemed at the time. In hindsight it wasn't so
bad but at the time..! Jill lead the way out of the room and through to
the next, carrying my stockings, dress and handbag, putting them on a hook
and shelf in this new, brightly lit pink room, occupied by Mandy and
another chair, although this looked much more comfortable and far less
threatening. "Hi!," greeted Mandy. "Have a seat and I'll start on your
hair, Jane," she offered with a warm smile and I happily did so, although I
did begin to wonder what to say if she asked about styles or anything else.
This time I hoped that Vanya had taken care of the details!
My hair was washed and rinsed, then treated with several lotions before
being washed again. Although there was no mirror in the room I did catch
sight of the end of my damp hair and was sure it was a lighter shade now,
so I relaxed, knowing that Vanya had taken care of everything. Mandy
seemed to be a very capable hairdresser so I lay back and let her snip
away, eventually having to sit up while she put rollers into my hair.
A while later the hood of a drier was placed over my head and I relaxed
again while my hair was dried. Eventually the drier had done its work and
Mandy took out the rollers and began styling my hair once more. I missed a
mirror then, because I wanted to see how I looked and also to watch what
Mandy was doing. Instead I just had to sit and wait.
At last she tossed her brushes and combs into a tray on the stainless
steel trolley, smiled and said "I think you will like the new you, Jane.
Vanya did say I wasn't to let you see your hair until she was with you so
please excuse me for not giving you a mirror. Let me call Suzy and she can
begin your make-up." With another smile she removed the nylon cape from my
shoulders and wheeled her trolley from the room.
A few minutes later a short girl in her mid-twenties pushed another one
in, her bubbly voice introducing herself as Suzy and, almost without a
pause in her chatting, she placed a small bib around my neck and began
rubbing creams and lotions onto of my face and neck, massaging each one
deep into my skin. It was extremely relaxing and I found myself almost in
a trance beneath Suzy's skilful fingers. She must have spent at least an
hour on my face before she really started using cosmetics and by her
concentration and sureness it was obvious she was an expert.
Sometime during the facial massage Mandy came back into the room and
began working on the nails of my right hand. Soon it was the turn of my
left hand then, a while later, my toenails. I sank deeper into the trance
of enjoyment, mentally reflecting how right Vanya was: it was wonderful to
be pampered!
I heard the door open again and heard Jill's confident voice softly say
"That is a very good job of work, Suzy. Are you nearly finished?" That
girl replied that she just needed to finish my lipstick and Mandy added
that she was done. Jill waited until both girls had cleared away their kit
and left the room then, with a warm smile, said to me "We can get you
dressed now, Jane." She pressed a button and the chair became more upright
then she passed me my stockings. After pausing briefly to admire my
beautifully manicured and pink varnished toenails I soon had them in place
and she slipped my shoes onto my feet. Jill helped me to my feet, took my
satin gown and, after I had straightened my stockings, passed me my slip.
She brought over my lovely angora dress and held it for me to step into,
then zipped up the back. Finally she passed me my handbag and, with a huge
smile, commented "You look really beautiful, Jane," as she dabbed absently
at my hair. "Vanya has coffee waiting for you next door so let's go and
surprise her," she added as she gently took my hand and led me across the
room.
Through the opened door I saw Vanya's head swing round as I stepped
forward. The look of awed surprise as she stared at me gave the first hint
that I did indeed look different and I smiled nervously at her. She
returned the smile saying "Wow! Never the ugly duckling but certainly a
very pretty swan!" Vanya looked me over very carefully then said to Jill
"Your girls have done a stunning job, just as you promised." To judge by
how nicely Vanya looked Jill and her staff were real artists and I told
them so. Jill smiled at the compliment while Vanya grinned as our eyes
locked for a moment and she squeezed my hand lovingly.
While they chatted for a few moments on my transformation I got even
more frustrated at not seeing what had changed and found I was even trying
to get a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the coffee pot. Vanya's
tinkling chuckle made me look up as she said "Let's not keep her in
suspense any longer, Jill. Where is the nearest full-length mirror,
please?"
Jill smiled knowingly and, grabbing my hand, said "Through here," as she
pulled me with her and Vanya took my other hand to crowd me through the
doorway. She turned me to the left and suddenly I was staring into a
complete wall of mirror and my mouth opened in surprise as I accepted what
I was looking at. Both Vanya and I had taken pride in making me into a
slightly pretty looking girl through her skills with cosmetics and beauty
aids but what a difference professional ability had made. I would never
win contests but my reflection showed a pretty, extremely feminine face
with perfect cover-girl make-up, surrounded by a halo of soft blonde hair,
much lighter than before, the highlights in it glittering under the harsh
fluorescent lighting.
Vanya laughed happily at my open amazement before asking "Jill is a very
professional lady and I know you like what you see. Did you realise you
were this pretty, Jane?" I started to slowly shake my head as I took in the
details of my new fine eyebrows, my long dark lashes, warm creamy skin and
seductive pink lipstick that seemed to make my lips fuller and more
prominent. At last I recovered my voice and so many questions poured out
along with thanks to both Vanya and Jill which, combined with their
comments and questions, made for many long minutes of excited chatter and I
remember thinking 'so this is girl-talk' with part of my mind.
Something Jill had said suddenly cut through my thoughts and I replayed
her words in my mind. "Jane needs long dangly earrings with that
hair-style. Shall I pierce her ears now?" she had quietly asked Vanya. I
watched as Vanya nodded with a smile, my trepidation rising as I thought of
what was to follow, slightly offset as I imagined such earrings on my
reflected image and liked the thought. Vanya squeezed my hand and I found
myself sitting in a chair facing a shelf below a make-up mirror as Jill
slid from view.
She returned moments later grasping a small case which placed on the
shelf in front of me and opened. It contained a tiny gun-like object that
she took out and began fiddling with before turning to face me. She asked
Vanya to draw my hair back from my ears then looked closely before
commenting "I'm going to put two in each ear - she has such lovely big
lobes that you'll be able to mix and match so many combinations of style."
This comment was to Vanya, of course, who nodded her agreement and, without
even asking my permission she brought up the machine to my right ear.
I held my breath, not knowing how painful it would be when a sudden loud
click accompanied a sharp pinprick and suddenly Jill was fiddling with the
gun at the shelf again. In the mirror I saw the outer edge of my right
lobe now sparkled in the bright lights. I reached up to touch it and
jabbed it accidentally with my new longer nails before I could feel the
small stud in front and a tiny clip behind the lobe. Jill turned back and
took some time positioning the gun correctly on my left ear before the
click and slight pain told me that one was also pierced. Again I had a
brief chance to see the studs sparkling while Jill re-loaded the gun a
third time.
She positioned the gun right up against my left cheek this time and I
felt the jaws of the gun enclose the thicker inner part of my lobe. The
click was much louder this time and the prick much more intense, although
far from real pain. Jill repeated this exercise on my right ear then
excused herself as she took the piercing gun from the room. I stared
inquisitively at my reflection, twisting my head side to side to catch the
light in the jewels now part of my ears then saw the smile on Vanya's face
as she watched my reaction. "Jane, darling, you are getting quite
engrossed with your appearance, but I suppose that was what I intended when
I brought you here. Don't keep it up too long or you'll be known as Vain
Jane!" Her soft, loving voice conveyed so clearly how happy she was and I
bubbled inside with her love for me, squeezing her hand to let her know I
knew.
Jill came back into the room clutching a bottle and some tissues in one
hand and a packet in the other. She soaked one of the tissues with liquid,
its smell letting me know it was surgical spirit, and began swabbing both
ear lobes and I shivered at the cool touch. Taking what looked like a tiny
pair of pliers, Jill gripped the front of one stud and worked the tool
behind my lobe. As she stood up I realised she had taken out the stud
closest to my face in my left ear. Opening the packet and using more
spirit, she straightened up holding a large gold ring about 3" in diameter
which she brought over and pressed to my ear. It pricked again for a
moment then she stood to repeat her work on the other side.
When, at last, she was finished she took my hands and pulled me to my
feet so that I could look closely in the mirror and I loved it! The big
gold loops swung from my lobes close to my face whilst the tiny diamonds
glittered just outside the rings. I shook my head slightly enjoying the
sway of the rings and, even, the slight ache as they did so. Jill watched
quietly for a moment then told me "I should have left the studs in until
they heal but I thought you would like the full visual effect right now.
You must clean the piercings at least twice a day for a couple of weeks and
try not to pull them too much. Also, don't leave them out otherwise we'll
have to re-pierce them later." She turned to Vanya and asked "Do you like
them?"
"They are perfect," said Vanya with a nod of her head. "I had intended
piercing her ears at home but never got round to it. It was silly of me to
miss it but now you have done it properly. Next time you can add some
small rings around the top of her ears as well," and Jill nodded in
understanding. In a matter-of-fact voice she went on to ask "Can you do
body-piercing or recommend some-one, Jill?" The latter nodded and said they
frequently do so. "That will wait for our next visit, then," said Vanya
Jill patted and fussed my hair back into place and, after farewells,
thank-yous and Vanya paying the bill, we left the salon some three hours
later. I walked confidently beside Vanya as we strolled through the mall,
being aware and very proud of the increased number of stares that we
received from those around us. We walked into a couple of stores and I
realised that the staff were quicker to respond and genuinely tried harder
to please. I hadn't even suspected this aspect of looking good - I had
never even thought of it before that day but Vanya laughed at my naivety
later and confirmed my observations.
We stopped for a late lunch in a sidewalk cafe and I revelled in the
appreciative stares as we ate, drank coffee and chatted. I knew that I
exuded femininity from every look, every movement and loved knowing it. A
glance at Vanya caused a proud, knowing smile on my lover's face and a
sparkle in her eyes that said how much she loved doing this to - and for
-me.
More shopping followed though we bought little, then a visit to a cinema
to watch a romantic comedy found us sitting engrossed in the film, holding
hands gently in the wonder of sharing. We finished up having a late dinner
in an Italian restaurant and enjoying a couple of glasses of fine red wine.
Later, strolling through the almost deserted mall on our way back to the
car, I tried to thank Vanya for such a wonderful day but couldn't really
find the words to properly express myself. Her smile and the grip of her
fingers on my wrist told me she knew what I was trying to say, then she
whispered "When I get you home you will show me your gratitude. Having you
look so beautiful has made me feel pretty needy, let me tell you, and I
want your tongue to cover every inch of my body before concentrating where
you know I need it."
I happily agreed, knowing it was the only way I could fully show my love
and gratitude. In the car I teased her by telling her some of the things I
would do when we got home and she giggled at the thoughts, the slight blush
to her face letting me know how randy she was. At one point she turned to
me with a serious look and said "You were scared of coming out in public
with me. I told you it would be OK but I have had to order you to do
things several time. Now you know that you look good I want your promise
that you won't be silly next time I take you out." Without a second thought
I gave her that promise and more; I had not realised how much I had missed
the big bad world during the early part of my transformation.
On Friday, a couple of weeks later Vanya told me we were going out again
the next day. I thought of last time yet again with happy thoughts and
looked forward to it. Late morning we went through to the garage, Vanya
dressed in a smart black and white, short-sleeved dress, me in short black
leather skirt and cream silk blouse. After putting on the seatbelt as
Vanya drove away, I wriggled and tugged at the hem of my skirt to
adequately cover the tops of my black stockings, realising how natural such
feminine gestures and actions had become under Vanya's strict tutoring. My
wriggling also made me more aware of the large plug she had inserted into
me that morning as it ground deeply inside.
Some ten minutes later she pulled into a shrub-lined driveway at the
edge of a residential area. I wanted to ask where, what and why but knew I
would be told when Vanya wanted me to know. I did glimpse a flash of sun
reflecting off brass at the start of the drive but thought no more of it.
She stopped before a couple of brick steps up to the front door of a large
house which, although fairly old, appeared to be in pristine condition. I
got out of the car with Vanya when she told me to, the stiletto heels of my
ankle boots digging into the gravel as I walked around the car to meet her
at the base of the steps. Vanya took my hand and stepped up to the door to
ring the bell. Seconds later it was opened by a tall woman in her early
50's. She was solidly built but not fat which, with her greying hair and
aristocratic face, gave her a strong presence. She smiled briefly at both
of us and ushered us both inside so obviously we were expected!
"I hope we aren't late," said Vanya as we stepped down the hall towards
double doors at the end. "By the way, Jane, this is Dr Struthers," she
casually added but butterflies somehow hatched in my stomach at her words -
why were we here?
The doors opened to reveal a large office-cum-consulting room. A big
wooden desk occupied one side of the room in front of a huge bookcase but
my eyes were drawn to the opposite side where, in addition to a tiled
toilet and shower area, the space was dominated by a complicated chrome and
leather examination table - complete with stirrups! Vanya saw my furtive
stares and said "That's right, Jane. Dr Struthers is a gynaecologist but
she is going to give you a thorough check up. We know how well the hormone
treatment has worked but I also don't want to risk any negative effects and
that's why we're here." She smiled at the other woman and added "Over to
you Dorothy, she's all yours."
I sat on a tall stool as told while this commanding woman took my
temperature and pulse, examined my eyes, ears and throat then told me to
remove my blouse. I did so without question, although my mind was in a
total whirl, laying it on the seat next to Vanya. The Doctor wrapped a
cuff around my upper arm and checked my blood pressure then listened to my
heart and lungs, all the while nodding in satisfaction and making notes on
a pad at the edge of the desk. "Take off your skirt and corset, Jane," she
commanded and I unzipped my skirt but had to ask Vanya to undo the lacing
before I could get enough slack to unhook the busk front of the corset.
"You can leave your stockings on," said Dr Struthers so I wriggled the
bottom of the corset from under the rubber suspender belt and my matching
latex panties. She had made no comment on my - or to be accurate, Vanya's
- choice of my underwear so I did not feel too embarrassed. Dorothy ran
her hands down my back, her strong fingers prodding and poking around my
diminished waist then smiled at Vanya saying "her waist has shrunk
considerably, yet all internal organs are normal though slightly
re-aligned. Steady reductions seem perfectly safe but, as I told you last
time, her back muscles are weakened through relying on the support of a
corset."
To me she said "Right Jane, You can take off your panties now and get up
onto the examination table," her firm voice brooking no argument although I
suddenly became aware again of the large butt-plug Vanya had pushed inside
me after my morning enema. I knew I had no choice so I rolled the rubber
panties off my hips and stepped out of them. Standing in just stockings
and heels - especially without a corset - made me feel even more naked than
completely undressed, a feeling I cannot clearly describe. To overcome
that discomfort I moved towards the table with its cables, levers and
handles, wondering how to lie down on it, although the leather stirrups at
the top of their bright chrome poles told me which end was which. I lifted
myself up and lay down on my back, shivering as the cool white plastic top
touched my skin.
A few minutes passed before the Doctor walked over and arranged me
further down the table then began to palpate my upper and lower stomach
before moving up to examine my breasts with strong yet surprisingly gentle
fingers, all the while nodding in satisfaction. To Vanya she said "Her
breasts are fine, even better than I predicted. If you want to increase
their size any more I would be happy to recommend silicone augmentation."
Vanya merely nodded her head at this news.
Various gland sites were checked and also apparently approved as, with a
"So far so good! Let's check the inside," she grasped my right ankle and
lifted it up into one of the leather stirrups. Surprised, I watched her
push my leg into the shaped plastic gully and locked it in place with a
Velcro strap. She moved to the other side of the table, lifted my left leg
and similarly immobilised it, leaving me feeling very exposed and wondering
what was to happen.
The stirrups and poles were adjusted, lifting my hips higher and opening
my thighs even more. Dr Struthers turned a handle and moved a lever and I
watched the bottom half of the table fold downwards to give full access to
my exposed body. I watched as she pulled a white gown over her clothes
then added a plastic apron before walking up beside me. She took my wrists
and gently lifted them over my head, telling me "I'm going to give you an
internal check-up now, Jane. It won't hurt but it might be a little
uncomfortable at times. I need to see if the regular enemas and internal
exercise Vanya has been giving you have had any detrimental effects. Just
relax - I have strapped your hands out of the way just in case so don't try
to fight me." Sure enough, I pulled with my hands but could not move them
from their new position in firm Velcro straps.
She pulled on latex gloves and grasped the flange of the butt-plug and
gently drew it from my body. A large squirt of lubricating jelly was added
to one hand and rubbed around the entrance to my body and I struggled to
watch as she picked up a funny shaped stainless steel instrument. Dorothy
pressed part of the thing inside me, letting it slide in easily, then she
began to ratchet the handles and I felt my opening being expanded to the
maximum. I must have made a noise because she looked up at me and said
"You're a woman, now, Jane so get used to this sort of examination. I've
told Vanya that I want to see you every six months for a full check up and
they will all be like this. I'm holding you open with a speculum so I can
inspect the inner walls of your body and what I see looks quite good. You
can thank Vanya for making you wear those plugs otherwise the stretching
might be uncomfortable." With that she relaxed the instrument and slid it
out of me. However, she then squirted more lubricant on her right hand and
slid two or three fingers inside me while calling Vanya to watch. Those
were joined by another finger as she slid her hand back and forth while
stretching me further open. It didn't really hurt but it was extremely
humiliating.
After a few minutes she added another finger then, before I knew it her
whole hand slid inside me up to her wrist and she began exploring this way
and that. At one point she pressed hard into me and I felt liquid being
forced down my tiny clit-penis as Vanya now called it, the Doctor using her
other hand to get a swab of the stuff and placing it aside. She continued
probing for several minutes and even invited Vanya to try, which she
declined! Finally she withdrew her hand but I still felt wide open,
stretched and exposed.
At least it was over - or so I thought! She said to Vanya "there are no
obstructions and the path is perfectly clear. I can proceed now if you
like?"
"Go ahead and do it, then," replied Vanya and smiled up at me from
between my widespread thighs but gave me no clue of what they were
discussing. I started to ask but a steely glance from Vanya changed my
mind very quickly.
Dorothy pressed her still-gloved fingertip at a point between my bottom
and my clit-penis, towards the back of my shrunken scrotal sack and began
pushing and probing to find the spot she was looking for. She gave a grunt
of satisfaction and began pressing harder while rotating her finger as she
did so. I moaned with the discomfort but it was still not agony so I
clenched my teeth and wondered what she was doing. After maybe 15 minutes
of this treatment I realised she had penetrated me with almost the whole
length of her finger, without breaking the skin! Now she changed her
massage from penetrating to enlarging the 'hole' she was making and the
feeling changed to a different sort of discomfort. Much later she managed
to press her two index fingers into the internal cavity she had formed to
stretch it even wider. At last she seemed satisfied as the pressure eased
a little and I was aware of one of her other fingers entering my rear
orifice and probing again.
I was not at all prepared for what came next. Her external hand guided
one of my testicles into the cavity she had made and she pushed it up into
my body! The pressure made me nauseous with the pain and I would have
screamed if I had had time. If the straps had not been holding me so
firmly I probably would have jumped off the table. Without warning she
pressed my other testicle inside me and I gasped as the second wave of
agony spread through my lower stomach, then began to fade as both were
deeply inside my body. The fingers inside my body continued the upwards
pressure on my testicles which, although very painful, was much less than
earlier.
Dr Struthers then began to massage around the cavity she had made, this
time from the outside in, thus closing it up again. Her other hand used
the fingers inside me to do the same from inside. Many minutes later she
seemed happy with her progress and withdrew both hands then stood up
between my widespread legs. She smiled at me and explained "I thought it
better not to warn you of what I was doing in case it frightened you, Jane.
At puberty a boy's testicles descend and the vestigial passage, really a
poorly formed vagina closes up. To improve your appearance I have
re-opened that passage enough to push them back inside your body and they
will equate most closely to ovaries now. You will still get the hormonal
benefits of having them and, unlike castration, you will still experience
both sexual desire and satisfaction. As the scrotal sack now contains
nothing it will shrink very rapidly and may even appear like vaginal lips.
If you both want, we can enhance that appearance at a later stage as well."
I lay there in a turmoil of emotions as she continued. "I have closed
the temporary passage as much as I can - it is too narrow for them to exit
again and they are now very high up inside you but I will add a pressure
bandage which you must wear over night, then tomorrow you can wear any
panties you like without any discomfort." She spent a few minutes taping a
roll of bandage in position over my scrotal skin then, after releasing my
legs from the stirrups, threaded my panties over my feet. With Vanya's
help they were soon high on my hips, the tight rubber adding to the
pressure on the bandage roll. The bottom of the examination table was
restored and I was allowed to lay full length again to rest, although my
hands were not released, while the doctor removed her gloves and washed up.
I lay in confusion as the pain reduced to a mere discomfort while my
body recovered yet from the corner of my eye I registered Vanya washing the
big butt-plug I had worn and dropping it into her handbag. Whilst neither
Vanya nor I had expressed any interest in genital surgery for me I had
assumed the hormone supplements would be the last stage of my 'conversion,'
I had no idea that this would happen. Far less 'permanent' than
castration, I knew, but there was no way I could recover external testicles
by merely stopping the hormones. Then I realised that I could no longer
grow a beard - nor in fact would my eyebrows ever look less than extremely
feminine or my legs or body grow any more hair. Such fears were eventually
dissipated by realising I no longer wanted body hair, nor did I want any
unsightly bulges in my super-tight latex panties. My mind began
fantasising how I could even wear a bikini on a beach now - and look good
in it! The thoughts were satisfying.
I was aware of a low conversation between the two women but had not
understood it while my mind was running away with itself. Slowly the odd
word penetrated my conscious and I realised I was the subject in hand.
They were discussing the levels of hormone I should be taking and how best
to administer it, with Dr Struthers suggesting Vanya considered
time-release implant injections into my breasts. I was relieved to hear
Vanya say that she was happy with the daily pills at this stage and watched
as Dorothy, sitting at her desk, proceeded to write the prescription.
Later I was told to get dressed and Vanya helped me with my corset while
the doctor scanned her notes. "Jane, you appear to be in excellent health
and, certainly, in capable hands with Vanya," and she smiled warmly at both
of us. "I consult with many couples who have 'alternative' life-styles so
I can comment that neither of you are trying to exceed what is possible for
the human body. I will say that you have been particularly successful as,
despite my training, I would expect total femininity in you, Jane, unless I
examined you in detail. I do, however, wish to see you twice a year to
ensure your ongoing health. In the meantime continue to enjoy and
celebrate your womanhood!"
I was thankful of Vanya's hand on my arm as we said our goodbyes and
walked slowly to the car. Once inside I started to relax then developed
the trembles as the reaction set in to all that had happened over the last
hour or so. Vanya smiled in loving understanding and, as she did so, I
started to cry. "Don't worry, my pretty little Girl," she said softly.
"It had to be done and I couldn't tell you beforehand in case you worried
too much as you usually do." She passed me a tissue then started the car
and drove us home. Safely inside Vanya ordered me to swallow a couple of
pills with some warm milk, undressed me and guided me in between the cool
rubber sheets of our bed. The tranquillisers took immediate effect and I
slept until the following morning.
In the shower I found that I was still a little sore from the doctor's
actions but the scrotal skin had already shrunk considerably and made my
clit seem even smaller. Later, amidst our still unmade bed, Vanya showed
that my excitement had not been affected by bringing me to three orgasms in
a row as she skilfully played tunes on my helpless body until I slumped
back in complete satisfaction.
Over the next few weeks I gradually got used to the 'emptiness' between
my legs - having always been used to the naturalness of my testicles being
there, their absence seemed so strange at first. The external skin shrank
considerably until it was merely two loose folds of soft flesh which did,
indeed, resemble vaginal lips. Gradually I took their presence as normal,
just the same as I accepted my fine, feminine eyebrows, smooth hairless
legs and pert, firm breasts.
Vanya made sure we went out at least once a week and I soon became
confident in my appearance and that I looked pretty and feminine. She
accelerated my training in womanly gestures and responses and took delight
in making sure I understood all that I needed to; it was surprising to me
how much I had to re-learn and how quickly I assimilated what I was taught
so that it became natural.
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The Dave-to-Jane chronicle - Part 5 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.
On a later shopping trip in the mall, after we had finished the grocery
shopping and loaded it into the car, we sat down for a coffee and rest.
Amid chat of what was left to get Vanya glanced at her watch again, told me
to finish my coffee and stood up herself. Moments later we were stepping
through the mall together then, Vanya was ushering me through the door to
the beauty salon again.
The same receptionist greeted us with a bright smile, checked us off in
her appointment book and asked us to have a seat. I returned Vanya's smile
as I looked forward to the pampering of my first visit, hardly even
remembering the embarrassment of the unexpected although I quickly realised
that at least I wouldn't have to go through that part again!
Jill's friendly face appeared at the entrance-way and she greeted us
like an old friend as she led us though to the booths. Our hair was washed
and trimmed then mine re-highlighted before being set and brushed. Facials
were followed by aroma-therapy for both of us and I soon learned to enjoy
the pampering of sweet oils being massaged into my skin.
A little later Jill took me through into a private booth and asked me to
undress so she could check for re-growth of 'body' hair. With only slight
embarrassment I removed my skirt, slip, panties and stockings before laying
back in the chair as she studied my body. If she noticed the difference in
my groin, she said nothing about it but she did use the electrolysis tool
to remove the few odd hairs she found although this time, being prepared
for the weird tingling sensation, was no discomfort. I removed my blouse
so she could check my under-arms and she found no further hair.
"All done, Jane," Jill smiled warmly at me. "You're all smooth as a
baby's bottom with no hair to be seen, now. Just rest for a few minutes."
I settled back in the cool leather of the chair and watched as she slipped
out of the room. It seemed less than a minute when the door opened and
Vanya stepped inside before closing it quietly behind her. I smiled warmly
at her and whispered hello - she looked particularly beautiful with the
fresh professional make-up.
She returned my smile and sat on the edge of the seat beside me, her
hands reaching up to gently tug on the hoops of my earrings, knowing how
much I had learnt to enjoy the sensation. "Listen to me, my pretty little
slave," she said softly yet her voice commanded my attention immediately.
"Jill will be sending in another specialist in a minute but I wanted to
warn you before she comes in what is going to happen. The lady is an
expert in body-piercing and she is going to place some rings in your body."
"But why?" I asked Vanya as my stomach knotted at her words.
"Because I want you to carry them as signs of your acceptance of my
total bondage of your body, mind and soul. I want to make sure you still
accept that whatever I want, you will do and, in future, whenever you see
your piercings you will be certain of who owns you," a caring smile on her
lips took some of the sting from her words but I was still confused.
"Just look at me, Vanya!" I responded. "Everything you see is what you
have created, every part of me screams of your touch and my subservience to
you. How will rings in my body alter anything?"
"Shush," she said, placing a finger to my lips. "I want you to be
ringed, to be permanently pierced, to carry symbols of your complete
slavery to me in your body. It will always remind you of your status but I
mainly want you ringed so that I know you have given yourself to me
completely, to know every time I see them that you have given me the most
precious gift you can - yourself - and it is forever! Now, enough talking
because I am not asking your permission, merely telling you what is to
happen so that you don't make a fool of yourself in front of this lady."
Her eyes held a serious glint and I knew I had no choice, even at that
moment my thoughts were mixed with whether I could prevent this happening,
where I was to be pierced and if it would hurt. Vanya trailed her hands
down from my earrings, her fingernails causing a path of sensation down the
side of my neck, across my shoulders and over my exposed breasts as they
were pushed upwards and out by my latex corset. Despite my confusion, her
fingertips lightly squeezing my nipples instantly caused an inner desire
which brought a slight groan to my lips.
Further discussion was prevented by a sharp knock on the door. Vanya
stood up and said "Come in." Before I could reach for anything to cover my
near-nakedness, the door opened and a tall blonde woman in the ubiquitous
white dress uniform strode into the room, the confident self-assuredness
that she oozed being almost palpable. "Good morning ladies, I'm Tiffany"
she smiled at us, while I stared blankly at her pretty looking face of some
forty years of age. "Before we start, let me tell you that I am a trained
nurse as well as a beautician and a specialist at body modification. I
have been piercing and tattooing for many years now and I am extremely
skilled at what I do. I'll also tell you that piercing does hurt a bit -
it is not entirely painless as you may have heard or read. It is hardly
more than having an injection or pricking yourself with a needle so I do
not believe in unnecessary anaesthetics. Right, so who is getting pierced
and where?" Her eyebrows rose with her questions and her glance flickered
over my almost bare body before settling in a frank look straight into
Vanya's returning smile.
"I'm Vanya," she said softly, "But Jane here is the one to be pierced. I
want medium sized rings through her nipples to start with. Jill has told
me of another site of interest but I want you to tell me more about it
first."
Tiffany smiled back and said "Come with me while I get my kit then you
can show me what sized rings you prefer," and with that ushered Vanya out
of the door. Their continuing discussion was interrupted by the door
closing, shutting off any sounds outside the room. I sat tensely still
wondering what was in store, each moment magnifying outrageous
possibilities in my exploding imagination.
Several thought- and fear-provoking minutes went by before the door
opened quickly to be held by Vanya as Tiffany pushed in a cloth-covered
trolley and positioned it beside the huge adjustable chair in which I sat,
trying not to look as exposed as I felt, my legs crossed and an arm
covering my breasts. That did not help; Vanya read my mind as she firmly
ordered "Sit up straight, Jane and show Tiffany your lovely breasts."
With butterflies churning in my stomach I slowly complied then Tiffany
sat alongside my hips and examined my nipples, her soft probing fingers
making them grow erect very quickly, the speed of response making her smile
knowingly into my eyes. Her look clearly told me she understood my
relationship with Vanya and that I could not argue with anything she did to
me.
Satisfied with her inspection, she stood up and began adjusting the
chair in which I sat. The footrest went down while the back pushed me into
sitting upright as the whole chair rose up almost a foot above its former
position. Tiffany partly pulled back the cloth from the trolley, exposing
a whole array of equipment in shiny stainless steel bowls and I was almost
afraid to look at it all. She pulled out a packet, shook it and ripped it
open, taking out the soft latex surgical gloves one at a time to snap onto
her hands, a haze of fine powder surrounding her fingers as she rubbed them
together.
She pushed a cover to one side and plunged her fingers into the exposed
container and brought out a couple of swabs, the smell of them that
suddenly attacked my nose informing me of surgical spirit. Both of my
breasts were liberally washed in the spirit, its cool sensation making me
shiver at its touch. I watched in frightened fascination, first as Tiffany
looped some very fine cotton - perhaps even tooth-floss - around my right
nipple and wrapped it tightly several times around its base, engorging my
nipple and making it swell much greater than its normal size, then at the
huge hypodermic needle that suddenly appeared in her gloved fingers.
Supporting my nipple in a c-shaped plastic device, no doubt to protect
her other hand, Tiffany carefully positioned and lined up the needle on the
outside of my nipple. I looked down at her actions about my breast,
wondering what I would feel then, without looking up, Tiffany said "Stop
holding your breath, Jane! I want you to take three big, slow breaths." I
did as she ordered and, as I started to exhale the second one, she slowly
but firmly pushed the needle through my nipple and I squealed loudly at the
intense, incredibly localised pain. By the time it had fully registered in
my brain, however, the intensity was fading very rapidly and I stared down
at my nipple that now had the thick needle protruding from both sides.
"See," said Tiffany. "It wasn't too bad, was it?"
I didn't know whether to answer or not but Tiffany was already busy
unwrapping a second needle and reaching over to my left nipple with more of
the fine floss. I seemed to watch her actions in slow motion until the
sudden surge of pain hit me as she thrust the needle through my nipple but
it did not seem to hurt quite as much the second time. I looked down on my
breasts, of which I had become so proud with Vanya's encouragement and
praise, now both holding large needles horizontally through them.
Tiffany reached to the trolley again and held up a thick gold ring which
was twisted slightly out of shape and, positioning one pointed end of the
ring into the hollow tip of the needle, she moved to grasp the other end of
the needle in her right hand. Although she was slow and gentle, as Tiffany
gradually pulled the needle out of my right nipple and threaded the ring in
its place, it felt like my nipple was on fire and the breath whistled
through my teeth as the finely-focused agony consumed my mind. Suddenly it
was over and I gazed down at the inch diameter thick gold ring, which did
not look so out of place at the base of my nipple as the needle had done -
and still did in my other breast.
She gave me a couple of moments to gather my courage then brought a
second ring up to place it into the tip of the needle through my left
nipple. Again, being a bit more prepared for the feeling made the pain
more bearable as the ring replaced the needle. Tiffany returned to my
right breast with two pairs of shiny steel pliers and twisted the ring into
line and forced it closed so that the ends of the ring fitted into matching
holes on a small gold ball which sealed the ring. Without pausing she did
the same to my other ringed nipple then unwound and discarded the floss
from both.
After a few moments pause, as her professional eye assessed her work,
she smiled into my eyes and told me "You will be very proud of those rings,
Jane. They look very pretty on your beautiful breasts." Then she reached
for more swabs and the cool spirit on my tortured nipples was sheer heaven.
As I wallowed in the wonderful cold feeling that took away most of the
hurt I was aware of Vanya's soft chuckle and just caught her comment to
Tiffany that "She'll also learn to love all the things I can now do to
her."
I opened my eyes again and stared down at my ringed nipples, noticing
how red both they and the tips of my breasts had become from the piercing
as Tiffany responded to Vanya that last week she had done a double piercing
for a couple: a tongue pierce for the young girl and a clit pierce for her
mistress. "You can imagine how much fun they'll have when the two
piercings are connected with a short chain, can't you?" She finished the
story and the image was extremely clear in my mind - I just hoped it didn't
appeal too much to Vanya!
Tiffany dropped the used swabs and needles into a disposal box then
turned to the chair again, this time dropping the back almost horizontal
and raising the leg rest to the same line. She pushed me backwards to lie
full length as she raised the whole platform even more until I was looking
upwards between Tiffany on one side of me and Vanya on the other. Tiffany
was pushing a metal rod into the chair just below my hips and, once in
place she passed a similar one to Vanya for fitting to the other side.
Understanding came in a rush as Tiffany added a steel and leather fitting
to the top of the pole - gynealogical stirrups as I had so recently had to
experience at Dr Struthers!
Moments later the women had lifted my legs into the shaped supports and
closed a strap over my knees leaving me hopelessly trapped with my thighs
well-spread apart. I dreaded what was coming next but knew I could not
prevent it. Tiffany leaned between my legs with what appeared to be a
felt-tip pen and pointed, asking Vanya if that was the spot she wanted. "A
little lower," she answered then nodded and Tiffany made a mark on the skin
at the base of my clit-penis at one side. Then, with care to match the
site, she marked the other side of my clit.
I was unable to prevent Tiffany swabbing those area and, when I went to
speak, Vanya's stern look told me it would not be the wisest of ideas.
Moments later Tiffany threaded another needle through my skin at the left
base of my clit - I really expected it to hurt a lot but the much thinner
needle made it considerably less painful than my nipples. The second
pierce was no more of a bother and I watched as best I could from my supine
position as she eventually replaced the needles with much smaller rings
than now hung from my nipples and closed them with the pliers.
Now she moved lower between my wide-spread legs where I could no longer
watch but, as Vanya nodded her head in agreement, I felt the touch of the
pen again at the back of what used to be my scrotum. Again a second mark
was added and I saw with relief that Tiffany picked up another thin needle.
This time the pain was more intense, but nothing compared with that my
nipples had suffered. Not being able to see what was going on - and my
neck was aching from trying to see - I closed my eyes and laid back, aware
of the tugging and pulling on my skin, the pierce of the second needle and
the insertion of the rings. As I lay there I wondered why on earth Vanya
wanted those places pierced - but became quickly certain that I would find
out when she was ready to let me know. The cold touch of the surgical
spirit in those places was almost as intense as the pain of the needles and
I shivered each time she swabbed, especially as the last time she scrubbed
her way up the underside of my clit-penis with the icy spirit.
Moments later she held another needle, slightly thicker this time, and
almost before I was aware of what she was doing she had taken a thick pinch
of skin beneath the head of my once-proud penis and quickly pierced it.
The pain was intense but, thankfully, over very quickly, and, in confusion,
I watched Tiffany thread a short length of metal through the new hole she
had made and screw a small gold ball into place. She moved her hands to
let Vanya see clearly what she had done, then let me see the tiny
barbell-like gold stick now a permanent feature on the underside of my
clit.
After disposing of the needles and swabs, Tiffany removed the cap of a
tube and squirted the white cream onto the back of her gloved hand. Taking
a tiny spatula she dabbed some of the cream to each of the seven piercings,
telling me it was a very powerful antibacterial agent which would prevent
infection and speed the healing. When she had finally dabbed my nipples
she gently worked the rings back and forth to carry the cream into the
wounds then, grasping the two gold balls which enclosed the ends of my
nipple rings, began to gently pull on my breasts. To my surprise the
feeling was only slightly uncomfortable and over-ridden by a very erotic
sensation. Tiffany laughed softly at the confusion in my eyes, recognising
the arousal she was creating and said quietly but firmly "This is a hint of
how good things will feel when your piercings have healed but you must only
treat them very gently for the next four weeks until they have. I want you
to sponge them daily with surgical spirit and add some of this cream each
day for the first week. If there is any hint of infection give me a call
and I will attend to it immediately. Just one other thing, Jane: should
you even try to remove any of your body jewellery before I see you in a
month I will be very angry with you. I can be quite nasty when I'm annoyed
and I cause pain to those that annoy me." Her steely eyes reinforced her
words and told me she was definitely not joking. My conclusion was
confirmed when she added "I mean what I say," and with that she pulled
firmly and twisted my new nipple rings until I gasped with pain at the
sudden assault. She released them immediately and my hands flew up to
cover the painful tips of my breasts.
As the hurt faded from my nipples I watched in relief as Tiffany tidied
up her trolley and stripped the gloves from her hands and walked over to
rinse them at the basin. Meanwhile, Vanya released my legs from the
stirrups then handed me my panties. I gingerly threaded my legs through
them and eased them up my hips. I was surprised to find the soft, thin
rubber merely pressed the new gold rings against my body and the piercings
were no longer at all painful, just a slight tingle if I pressed directly
on them. I lifted my hips and pulled my panties tightly onto my hips,
relieved it was all over.
Not quite all over, though as Tiffany stood next to me with a funny
looking device in her hand as she pushed my hair away from the side of my
head and swabbed my ears with more surgical spirit. I knew what was coming
as she moved the metal thing alongside my head, out of my range of vision
and was ready for the quick, sharp prick in the top corner of my ear that
accompanied the loud click from the ear-piercing tool. I was not expecting
the second, third and forth piercing, however, but after what my nipples
had gone through, this was almost negligible. As Tiffany moved to repeat
her work on my other ear I reached up to feel what she had done, finding
four closely-spaced small rings placed at the top of my left ear. These
were quickly matched on the other side and I felt quite pleased as the
piercings in my lower ears looked so pretty and let me wear loads of
different earrings that Vanya had bought for me. She had also discovered
the erotic feelings she could create in me by playing with my earrings - a
soft arousing awareness from even the gentlest of touch.
Tiffany came up to the side of the chair and raised the back a little,
looked down at me with a smile and said "Now I'll attend to your make-up,
Jane. Just lie back while I get my things ready." Well, at least cosmetics
don't hurt, I remember thinking as I rested and looked forward to some
pampering.
Moments later Tiffany had moved a chair up near my head and swabbed my
whole face with surgical spirit, its coolness being so cleansing and
pleasant as she scrubbed all around my eyes and mouth. I opened my eyes to
a low buzzing sound and saw Tiffany holding what looked like a large,
complex pen in her hand, an electric lead emerging from it and trailing
behind her. "Stay still, Jane, while I do your lips," she told me as she
leaned over and brought the pen towards my mouth. Its touch felt weird - a
mixture of vibration and tiny pin-pricks, not painful but slightly
uncomfortable. As I got used to the feeling I relaxed a little and felt
her gradually move the pen from the centre of my lower lip towards the
corner of my mouth, then she re-started towards the other corner before
retracing her actions a couple of times.
After a few moments respite she began working on the edge of my top lip,
again from the centre to the corners of my mouth and then going over the
same path a few times. I watched her sit up and fiddle with the pen-thing,
removing a small cylinder and replacing it with another from her trolley,
then she leaned over me again, lowering the pen to my eyebrows this time.
Back and forth, the tingling travelled along my eyebrow many times then,
obviously satisfied, she moved over to my other eyebrow. I knew it
couldn't be more electrolysis as I had no hair on my lips but knew better
than to ask either Tiffany or Vanya what exactly she was doing.
Several minutes later she sat up again to replace the cylinder in the
gadget, then once more leaned over me, saying "I want you to close your
eyes, without squeezing them shut, Jane. I'll pull your eyelids slightly
as I do your eyeliner, but just relax and let me do the work." I did as she
said and felt her fingers stretch and hold my right eyelid then the prickly
vibrations made their way along the edge of my eyelashes a couple of times
before eventually moving to trace a path along my lower lashes.
I felt Tiffany shift above me and her fingers moved over to my left eye
to hold and stretch that eyelid and I looked up with my right eye into her
deep green orbs, frowning slightly in concentration as the prickles began
again. After what seemed ages, Tiffany breathed a big sigh and sat up.
Yet another large swab appeared in her hand and again she scrubbed my face
and I thought she was not happy with the result and would have to start
again. She threw the swabs away then turned back and smiled down at me.
"All done, Jane. It will look very attractive and you'll find make-up so
much easier to apply. Have a look in the mirror," she said in a soft
voice, moving her chair aside and adjusting mine so my feet could reach the
floor.
I found my shoes with my feet then stood atop my heels and stepped over
to the big make-up mirror on the wall. My reflection showed my face still
pale without any make-up but my attention was immediately drawn to my eyes,
the thick black eyeliner standing out so strongly. Above them, my eyebrows
were clearly defined in an artistic sweep to the corners of my face. My
eyes swept down to my mouth where the edges of my lips were lined in a
strong, lustrous crimson, the line enhancing and exaggerating the bow on my
top lip while its counterpart made my lower lip appear much thicker than it
had been. The rest of my lips were uncoloured but the skin surrounding
each of the changed areas was very slightly red and puffy. I barely
noticed the eight tiny gold rings perched in the tops of my ears
I remained confused, trying to understand what I was seeing and I stared
even closer at my now, cover-girl-shaped lips. I touched the line along my
top lip as Vanya's reflection moved next to mine in the mirror. She smiled
warmly, the love evident in her eyes as she nodded "a really kissable
mouth, don't you think? Just imagine how they'll look with glossy lipstick
on them. And I've seen how you struggle to get your eyeliner even and
exact, but with permanent make-up it will make it so much easier for you,
Darling."
"Permanent make-up?" I echoed quizzically and Vanya's smile deepened.
Laughingly she explained, as if talking to a ten-year-old, "What you see
is really a tattoo - Tiffany has inked into your skin so it will always be
there to aid you putting on your make-up! Didn't you realise, you ninny?"
I shook my head in confusion as I began to understand what she had said. I
had thought that tattooing would have been much more painful than I had
experienced and was amazed that is what she had done.
By that time, Tiffany had put all her things away and, with a "I'll see
you again in a month, Jane," had left the room with her trolley. I was
still staring at the permanent changes to my face when Vanya pushed my
stockings into my hand and told me to get dressed. With her assistance I
was soon fully dressed again and, just as I zipped up my black leather
mini-skirt, Jill popped her head round the door.
"If you're ready, come through so we can do your make-up now. But first
there is some coffee waiting for you," she said and her words were so
welcome. We followed her through to the main part of the salon and sat
down in a couple of easy chair, me suddenly stopping just before my bottom
touched the seat as I was afraid those new piercings would hurt. As I
gingerly finished sitting down, finding I was barely aware of their
presence, only Vanya was aware of my action and she smiled at me with a
mixture of conspiracy and domination in her loving eyes. The coffee was so
welcome and did much to boost my emotions after the unexpected attentions
that had occurred. A few minutes later we were seated side by side as Suzy
applied foundation creams and make-up to my face and Mandy manicured my
nails before applying varnish. I was too drained to make much conversation
with the two girls, instead dreamily listening as Vanya chatted with Mandy
and Suzy.
The wonderful feeling of being pampered soon overpowered the remnants of
the piercing experience and I felt like I was almost floating by the time
the beauticians had completed their work, finishing with a deft touch with
a comb to the soft falls of my hair. At last I was able to sit up and lean
forward to look at myself in the huge mirror. The image was incredible, my
eyes looked so much more compelling with their bold eye-liner and thick
lashes and my fuller lips looked so rich and succulent in their glossy,
deep red shine. My hair was arranged so that the soft blonde tresses swept
slightly away from my face, giving it a fuller appearance and letting me
see the large gold hoops dangling from my lobes, now complemented by the
tiny rings looping over the curl at the tops of my ears. I was really
pleased at the improvements to my looks and, despite the discomforts that
had been forced upon me, I smiled my thanks at Vanya, our eyes locking for
several seconds and many different messages flashed back and forth between
us.
While Vanya was settling up the bill - and while no one was looking - I
watched my reflection as I pulled my shoulders back, pushing out my
breasts, and could just see the feint outline of the rings through my
nipples against the soft silk of my blouse. I was relieved that they
didn't show through my clothes as they still tingled quite a lot and it
felt like they must be flashing like beacons.
Vanya repeated her treat by taking me to see a film, followed by a
really superb meal at one of the best restaurants. It was not easy to
concentrate on the film, knowing I now had so many metals rings piercing my
body in various spots and I could feel various sensations from each new
wound. My nipples tingled the most and in the darkness I tried to press
them to ease the feelings, which it did momentarily, being surprised at the
feel of the rigid rings beneath my blouse.
Later, at the restaurant Vanya asked how the piercings felt and I tried
to describe the tingling itch I felt, to which she chuckled quietly and
said she loved having me permanently marked. Stupidly, I tried to make her
feel guilty by telling her that it made me feel strange, having rings in my
body that other people didn't have. She smiled sweetly at me and, in a
firm voice she informed me "But you're not like other people any more,
Jane. You are a slave! You are my slave and now you will never be able to
forget it."
The wine with the meal soon had me feeling really mellow and helped to
dissipate the unease Vanya's words had created. I had accepted her slow
enslavement of my body and mind - even my soul was hers through our
complete love for each other - but this sudden, blatant show of my status
was a hard pill to swallow. When we got home, Vanya undressed me lovingly
then took me to bed and cuddled me to sleep. As my eyes finally closed I
was in no doubt about how big her love for me was and my fears melted away.
The following morning, after my enema and shower, Vanya seated herself
on the edge of the bed and had me sit on the floor between her thighs. She
wriggled forward until I felt her moist pussy at the base of my neck. She
told me to clasp my hands behind my back and keep them there. When I had
she reached around my shoulders and placed a forefinger atop each of my
nipples. They were still incredibly sensitive from the piercing and I
gasped at the feeling, mostly a strange pain that was not entirely just
hurt as there was an arousing quality to it as well. "I have a special
mantra for you, Jane and I want you to repeat it over and over as I rub
this antibiotic into your nipples," she informed me then told me the words.
She increased the pressure on my nipples and began moving her fingers on
them as I shrank from this weird feeling yet began repeating as she had
ordered "These are my slave-rings that show I belong to Vanya. These are
my slave-rings that show I belong to Vanya.." With each repetition she
pressed a little harder until I wanted to get away from her fingers but
couldn't. By now I was gasping at the discomfort between chanting the
mantra she demanded until, after about twenty verses she dropped her hands
to gently cup and squeeze my full breasts in the way she had taught me to
love and my gasps turned to sighs of delight.
She had me stand then and bend over to hold my ankles so she could
massage antibiotic into the two rings through the back of my shrunken
scrotum, again making me say those silly words over and over as she did so.
Then I had to turn and face her so she could rub more cream into the other
two rings on either side of my clit and finally the bar beneath its head,
again having to repeat the same words over and over. None of these genital
piercings hurt at all, it was just a slightly uncomfortable feeling and was
more than offset by the delightful attention of Vanya's probing fingers.
At last she was done and she smiled up at me, said I had done well and
deserved a reward. Vanya reached beneath the pillow and retrieved a large
pink rubber dildo and began licking it lewdly and I felt excitement begin
to leap throughout my body. She reached behind me with her left hand and
parted my cheeks while her other one took the well-lubricated dildo and
pressed the head against the entrance to my body. As she gently began to
penetrate me she smiled up into my eyes, hers beaming her love to me as she
said "I'm glad you have accepted your rings for what they are, Darling.
Soon you will also get pleasure from them too - if I want to give it to
you." With that she moved very slowly towards my groin and extended her
tongue to the tip of my clit. As I gasped at the incredible feeling that
burst with her touch she slowly sucked the tiny head between her moist lips
and I groaned loudly with the fantastic feelings she was creating.
My knees began to buckle at the intense feeling and Vanya held the dildo
tightly so that I sank down further upon it, forcing its length deeper
inside me until I was fully penetrated. Without thinking I grasped Vanya's
shoulders for support as she began to drive the dildo in and out of my body
and suck wildly on the head of my clit. The feelings were so intense that
I felt my orgasm start to grow very quickly. She sensed it also for she
leaned back to smile up at me again, murmuring "I want you to tug gently on
your nipple rings, Jane and repeat your mantra out loud. You are not to
climax until you have repeated it twenty times, do you understand?"
As the words sank in I nodded wildly and gasped "Oh Yes!" and reached to
hold the thick gold rings then lifted them up and out from my body. As I
felt her lips begin sucking strongly on my clit once more I chanted "These
are my slave rings that show I belong to Vanya. These ...." trying to keep
count while feeling each nuance of Vanya's incredible mouth, the urgent
thrusting of the dildo adding to my rapidly growing excitement yet trying
to prevent reaching orgasm too soon. In addition the feelings I was
creating in my nipples and breasts added extra heat to my fire. I was
fairly certain I went beyond the twenty mantras when it suddenly became
impossible to hold back my climax and it burst like a balloon throughout my
body, making me scream at its intensity. It went on for ages as Vanya
prevented me from falling while still driving me wild with her mouth and
dildo. Very slowly the orgasm began to fade and I returned to what was
happening outside my body. I realised I was crying with happiness at the
incredible feelings Vanya had once again created within me and I sank to my
knees between her thighs and blurted out my love and gratitude for all the
things she did to me. She held me lovingly in her arms, stroking my hair
and whispering her love for me until I got back in control of myself.
Vanya laid back on the bed and guided my mouth to her very moist inner
lips and I willingly did everything I could to give her the same excitement
she had given me and show how much I loved this incredible woman. When she
had experienced several climaxes Vanya gently pushed my mouth from her body
and pulled me up beside her on the bed where we cuddled happily in
satisfied exhaustion.
Morning and night for a week Vanya rubbed more cream into the piercings
while I repeated the mantra she demanded and each morning she sucked me to
climax as she did so. By the end of that first week the bruising had faded
from my nipples and I felt far less pain each time she pressed them and she
never once pulled or tweaked the rings anywhere in my body.
During the second and subsequent weeks Vanya had me rub in the cream
each morning in front of her while I still had to repeat the mantra. Only
once that procedure was complete would she pull me to her and make love
with me in the varied ways we had before I was pierced and we settled back
into the wonderful loving ways that we had developed together.
Time seemed to go by so fast and we were soon back at the salon where
Tiffany inspected each of my piercings, declared them all well-healed and
said I no longer had to care for them each day. In the whole month I
hadn't once had one problem with any of them, nor had I found any to be of
inconvenience although for the first few days I sat or laid down very
gingerly just in case I would tweak or pull inadvertantly on a ring.
During that time I also got acclimatised to my permanent make-up. The
slight swelling was gone in a day or two and it really did save me a lot of
time with my cosmetics. I quickly began to love the boldness it added to
my eyes and the greater fullness of my lips. I don't think it was my
imagination, either, that Vanya spent even more time kissing me and staring
into my eyes. During my check-up visit Tiffany made several injections
into my lips. It hurt quite a lot but the very fine needle she used and
holding Vanya's hand helped me through it and she told me the collogen
would enhance my lips even further. Once it was finished both my lips were
much fuller and made my mouth much more attractive - and once the soreness
faded next day Vanya kept showing me how "kissable' they now were.
For the next month or two Vanya would frequently play with the rings in
my body as we made love, my nipples having become much bigger and more
sensitive since being pierced and I couldn't seem to get enough of her
playing with them. One time she was gently teasing the one while sucking
the other and, almost without warning, I suddenly climaxed. From that
moment on she only had to grasp my nipples or tug on the rings to make me
gasp with the delightful feelings it caused and I lost all willpower to
resist her - that the rings made me a slave to my own desires and Vanya's
wants there was now no denying. They really were my slave rings and I had
begun to love them. The next morning Vanya chose a pink rubber blouse for
me to wear. It was so low-cut that it left my breasts completely bare,
exposed to Vanya's lustful gaze. She then clipped little gold bells to
each of my nipple rings and tapped them with her fingernail, yielding a
pleasant high 'ding' from each. She laughed happily at the sound then told
me to get on with my make-up. Every move shook my breasts and made the
tiny bells ring almost constantly and I spent many a day from then on with
the bells accompanying every movement. Vanya told me she loved hearing me
about the house without even needing to see me to know where I was, the
bells telling her that her slavegirl was nearby.
Secure in the knowledge that she could instantly turn me on through my
pierced breasts she slowly turned her attention towards the other rings.
One morning, after my enema, she removed the tiny rod from under the tip of
my clit and replaced it with the smallest padlock I have ever seen. Once
the gold wire of the lock was through my clit she pulled it backwards and
looped it through the two rings at the back of what had once been my
scrotum. Vanya pressed the thin but strong wire into the body of the tiny
lock then turned and removed the miniscule key. That left my clit pulled
tightly against my groin so that the two rings on either side of the base
of my clit hung down, making it look like they were labia piercings on a
real vagina - the effect was quite remarkable. She added another, slightly
larger padlock through the rings on either side of the base of my clit
which pulled the 'lips' closer together to enhance the effect and further
trap my clit in its new position.
In soft, silky tones Vanya told me that even my clit was under her full
control now as I would not be able to play with it or reach climax whilst
it was locked away. I'm sure she was right but, since we had first moved
in together I had not had to masturbate for she had kept me so sexually
satisfied that there was never a need. However, she left me locked like
that all day, which was slightly uncomfortable and a constant reminder of
her control, only releasing me at bedtime and only after I had licked her
to four orgasms.
I had not realised how being locked up all day had made me so aware of
my clit and how Vanya owned it and the rest of me; to say I was horny would
be the understatement of the century. She ignored me while she rested and
I really felt as though she was going to leave me in that heightened,
unsatisfied state. What a relief when Vanya looped her index fingers
through both of my nipple rings and pulled me firmly to her and kissed me.
Her tug on my nipples was the most intense yet and I gasped at the mixture
on discomfort and arousal that burned through my breasts. As her lips left
mine she whispered "Don't worry, my darling Jane. The rings are thick
enough that they won't rip through the flesh of your nipples. The skin is
tough enough to withstand quite a lot of force and now they are properly
healed I'm going to tug them much harder and you will learn to love it
too." In the soft light of our bedroom the love in her eyes was still
clearly visible and I had no fear from her words.
Her fingers continued to tug the rings, gradually getting firmer in her
actions until I began to feel discomfort but not yet pain. I remember it
was such a strange feeling at first which was incredibly arousing. In
addition it felt good knowing Vanya loved me so much she had pierced me to
show how I belonged to her - and now she was exciting me through those
piecings in such a wonderful way. I was in heaven. She kissed me deeply
and began twisting as well as tugging on the rings and in minutes I was on
the verge of an orgasm and knowing it would be a very intense one. Vanya
sensed how close I was and slowed her hands a bit to hold me near the edge
without letting me plunge over, her tongue still churning with mine as we
kissed.
She drew her head back and smiled into my face, her eyes smoky with love
and passion. "Now, my beautiful slave. Now you will come for me," she
ordered huskily and she pulled and wiggled up and down rapidly on both of
my nipple rings. And I did! Her actions and words made me climax without
any other touch and it was so intense I screamed out my love for her. It
lasted what seemed like several minutes and left me drained of energy.
I gathered Vanya into my arms and whispered how much I loved her as she
laughed huskily and said she had told me the rings made me her slave. She
asked if I still resented her getting me pierced. I pretended to go deep
into thought with a serious frown on my face then said "You were so bossy
in making me have them done - you should have warned me before we went!"
Then I disolved into giggles and I hugged her tightly and told her
truthfully that I loved my slave rings and what she did with them. She
snuggled down the bed a bit and took my left ring and nipple into her
mouth, her tongue washing away the slight hurt that she had caused. I
sighed contentedly and again as she shifted to my right nipple then we both
drifted off into a very peaceful and satisfying sleep.
The next morning, when we woke and enjoyed our usual early-morning
cuddles and kisses I watched a wicked gleam dawn in Vanya's eyes. I wasn't
sure what it was all about until I was about to get dressed after our usual
morning routine, she having beaten me to it. Vanya took something from her
jewellery box and, with a lovely smile, announced she had a gift for me.
With that she held up a shiny steel ring then reached for my hand and slid
it onto my right middle-finger. Before I had chance to look properly at it
she produced another which she slid onto the matching finger of my left
hand. Now I looked at the matching rings and saw that on the front of each
was a small protrusion which held another tiny ring which was free to move
as I did. Although I was a bit confused at the unexpected gift I knew
Vanya would have an ulterior motive but thanked her anyway. What came next
was a complete surprise for she threaded a very small clip through the ring
on my right hand and pulled it up to snap the clip through my right
nipple-ring. I was too confused to prevent what she was doing and the next
thing I realised was that my other hand was similarly joined to my other
breast. And I was helpless!
I instantly found that there was now escape: even the weight of my arms
was too much for my nipples to take without incredible pain. The only way
I could stand it was to almost press the backs of my hands against my
breasts. I quickly begged Vanya to release me, that I couldn't take this
form of bondage and desperately needed release. Her face took on a
superior smile as she looked me straight in the eye and said "Then you
shouldn't have criticised me last night! Oh, I know you weren't serious
when you said I was bossy and should have warned you about your being
pierced. You were only joking - well I'm only joking now with your bondage
but you will stay that way for the next two hours." With that she turned
and strutted out of the room, leaving me helplessly bound, naked apart from
my corset and heels.
I tried to follow her but the sudden leap into movement was not a good
idea! My hands lost momentary contact with my breasts and the tug on both
nipples was extremely painful. It also made me horribly aware that, should
I fall, I could do serious damage. Even as accustomed as I was to high
heels I became very afraid of falling or even a slight trip, which could
cause my reaction to throw my arm out for balance. What could I do?
Either lay down on the bed or go and find Vanya and beg her forgiveness. I
tried the former and I dare anybody to try it - no matter how slowly I
moved I seemed to be always painfully tugging on one nipple or the other.
In misery, after almost an hour I decided to find Vanya and beg for
release. That first required sitting up. By the time I had managed that
there were tears of frustration and pain trailed down both cheeks. I was a
bundle of misery by the time I was standing and I rested for a few minutes
before slowly and carefully setting off for the kitchen. Vanya wasn't
there so I had to continue to the lounge. No luck there either. Nor the
bedrooms, nor dining room. I even struggled up to my workshop in the
attice but no sign of Vanya. By that time my arms were starting to tire
from their strange position with the backs of my hands pushed into my
breasts but I didn't dare move them. I navigated the stairs once more then
began another tour of the house with no luck in finding Vanya. I
frustration I sat in the lounge, managing to rest my elbows on the arms of
a chair. Whilst that did ease the muscles for a short while, it did not
allow anything approaching comfort and my nipples were constantly remined
of their load.
Unfortunately I allowed myself to descend into self-pity and began to
cry again at my plight. A shaking body was NOT called for as it hurt even
more but I realised there was nothing I could do; there was absolutely no
escape without Vanya's approval and help. Eventually I stopped snivelling
and, with even more frustration, realised I couldn't even wipe my nose or
the tears from eyes. A big sniff and a sigh later I began to quieten my
breathing and listen carefully to the noises around me. In any house there
are so many sounds, clicking, creaking or whatever as it heats and cools
throughout the day and night. In addition there were external sounds such
as the slight gusts of wind, the noise it made through the telephone lines
and bird-calls. I listened and began to identify each one and consoled
myself with the thought that my 'game' was helping to keep my mind off my
current predicament and aching nipples.
Suddenly through all the feint sounds around me I heard, even feinter,
the slight 'ding' of a bell. It was very quiet but the high-pitched tone I
would always recognise for it was the sound of one of the bells I had
carried on my nipple rings for many days. I struggled atop my heels once
more and made my way slowly into the hallway where I stopped, almost not
breathing, and listened again. Soon I heard the sound again, slightly
louder and headed off in its direction. Eventually I tottered carefully
into our bedroom once more and found Vanya sitting on the edge of the bed,
a bell between the finger and thumb of one hand and the fingernail of her
opposite hand tapping lightly upon it. She smiled at me but her eyes
quickly filled with concern when she saw the tear-stains on my face, my
runny-nose and the pain in my eyes.
She dropped the bell and sprang to her feet. In three quick steps she
was by my side and unhooking the clip holdin my right hand to my nipple.
The other quickly followed and, with my hands hanging limply down by my
sides, she gathered me quickly into her arms and held me tight. I cried
like a baby. It was several minutes before she spoke, pulling back from
our embrace so she could lok into my eyes. "Darling Jane, I'm so sorry to
have hurt you - that wasn't what I wanted to do. I wanted you to remind
you that I can always put you in bondage whenever I want; I wanted you to
be frustrated and realise only I could release you but I didn't intend you
to really suffer. I didn't know your nipples would be so painful and you
didn't deserve such punishment - I really did know you were joking."
I didn't say so but I made up my mind then and there that I would never
criticise Vanya ever again! She led me over to the bed and laid me on it
then left the room. Moments later she was back with a pot of cream,
dolloped some on each nipple, making me shiver at its cold but welcome
smoothness and began to gently massage my breasts. Within minutes all the
pain had died from my mind, being replaced entirely with an erotic
anticipation that continued to build with each stroke of her soft fingers.
I sighed and opened my eyes to look up at Vanya, catching the look of
concern still in her eyes which changed to understanding love as she
realised I was now quite turned-on.
In mock outrage she exclaimed " You little minx! You're a bigger
masochist than I ever expected!" In contrast to her words her kiss was
extremely gentle at first, but slowly her tongue became more active and I
sensed her heart-rate accelerate along with mine. Several moments later
she broke the kiss and slid down my body to suck and tease my clit as only
she knew how as I groaned in delight. Vanya slowed things down with her
mouth and tongue whilst her fingers and nails teased up and down the inside
of my thighs. My breathing increased as this delightful treatment
gradually lifted me higher and higher and I moaned in delight with each
wave of pleasure. Suddenly Vanya did two things at once: a finger grabbed
at both rings through the base of my ex-scrotum and began gently tugging
then a finger began teasing at the entrance to my body, slowly circling the
sensitive tissue around my anus. Vanya's mouth increased it activity
ten-fold and I was on a roller-coaster ride up towards a massive climax.
It was on me in moments and I screamed and screamed with its intensity.
It was not a long climax but its feeling was so exquisite that I was
glad no-one lived nearby to hear the screams of delight it had caused.
Eventually I managed to open my eyes and look down into Vanya's. So much
love shone from them to me as she gave me a radiant smile.
So! There we are. I have completed the account of my transition as
Vanya wanted and have posted it to both ASSM and Fictionmania for your
approval. Although I'll certainly continue this journal for Vanya and me I
don't know if I'll post any more of our life together. Like any of you I
have no idea what the future might hold - although I have some hopes!
However, to reflect on what has happened to me and, perhaps, answer your
silent questions:
Would I change it? No way! I am more deeply in love with Vanya than I
ever was and I know that love is returned in spades. Vanja often asked If
I regretted some of the big things things she did to me like my permanent
make-up or internalising my testicles but I never have. Life is about
going forward, not backward.
Do I have regrets? A difficult one. I sometimes question the extent of
my masochism and love of Vanya's domination but I feel whole, complete,
constantly far more happy than I ever felt in my life before that fateful
moment when she took control of me. Sure, I wonder what else 'might have
been' but I know, love and wonder at what has actually happened to me. Am
I less of a person as a slave, a sub, no longer a 'man'? I could not ask
for more in life than my loving mistress, my soul-mate and our happiness
together.
Sometimes I even try and remember what a 'male' orgasm was like as I
buried my erectness deep inside Vanya's pussy - but know without question
it doesn't even come close to what she can make me feel now. And I feel
incredibly strong in knowing that Vanya's climaxes are far more intense
than I used to be able to create within her. Her sexual needs, like mine,
are extremely high and still growing - so different to all the letters
Vanya still gets, complaining of reducing sex-drives and boredom! I have
never been attracted to men and Vanya only wants to be with me. We are
happy.
In conclusion, to anyone out there who has managed to read through our
story I say this: if you are lucky enough to meet your life's true love, be
TOTALLY honest with each other and set out to fulfill each other's every
fantasy. You will never regret it and it's amazing what might happen.
Should you want to constructively comment on our chosen lifestyle please
feel free to contact us, although I'm sure many have done so to Vanya's
shorter and better-written articles and extracts of our life together.
Vanya also asks for more ideas for her dominance over me though why I
cannot fathom; she has such a superb imagination and the ideas she gets
from her letters and stuff are enough to fill four lifetimes. I haven't
mentioned things such as how we dealt with family issues, how Vanya met
Doctor Struthers or our dentist and other professionals we now know and
trust, or even the many embarrassments we both suffered in our earliest
times of my transition. I don't think they are really relevant to the most
wonderful period of my life - to date, that is, for I have a feeling that
the future is going to be even better!
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