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TV Island by Mike R. Pen This story is for adults. If you are under 18 do not read. Except for Fictionmania, this story may not be copied to any other website without written permission from me. Enjoy. John woke up and groaned. His head was throbbing with a massive headache. He guessed he had really tied one on last night. With his eyes closed, he continued to lay in bed, trying to summon up the strength to move, and at the same time trying to calm down the rumbling his stomach. He decided to try and move in degrees. First he moved one finger, then he tilted his head from side to side, that didn't feel too bad. John opened up one eye, slowly, no sense rushing things, and instantly realized that he was not in his house-he had no room that looked like the one he was in now. The walls were a pale cream color, and the furniture was wood and delicately designed. One window, mercifully with the shade down, had curtains marked with a light pink and cream color design. The layout, furniture and colors made the room look like a woman's bedroom Well, John thought, at least I scored last night. Can't remember anything about the score, but at least Mr. Happy had a good time. Just the thought of having sex made his penis begin to stiffen, but as it continued to harden, his penis felt encumbered. He reached underneath the covers to see what was going on and felt smooth leather over his genitals. Disregarding the headache, John threw back the covers and sat up in bed and looked down at his crouch. What the fuck is going on, he thought. Not only was he wearing women's lingerie, but he also had two large breasts. His hands went to his chest. He felt his "breasts". He breathed a sigh of relief, just foam. He quickly pulled off the lingerie and unhooked the brassiere he found underneath. The foam breasts came away with the bra. Next he looked at his crouch, it was covered by a leather belt. He thought the belt looked appeared to be a male chastity belt, like ones he had read about it porn magazines. Reaching behind his back, John felt for a release, instead he encountered a small padlock. The belt would stay on until he could find the key. Wow! He must have been really wasted to allow all of this to have happened, and he didn't remember a thing. John decided to find the women he had slept with, and get her to release him. He looked around the room, found the door, and also found that it was locked. The door looked solid, and since he was only 5'7" and 145lbs, he didn't try to break it down. Next John walked over to the window, and smacked his hand against the pane. This glass was thick, really thick, John wouldn't have been surprised if it was bullet proof. The scene outside the window was idyllic. Numerous trees, flowers and shrubs, were interspersed on an emerald green yard which ended at the edge of a jungle. Becoming a little worried, John looked around the room again, and spied another door. It was unlocked, but when John opened it, it led only to a bathroom. John felt his stomach give a lurch, and he rushed over to the toilet and vomited. As he sat sprawled on the cold tile floor, John swore never, never again would he get drunk. John moaned. "Just get me out of this fucked up situation, and I swear I'll abstain from anything but orange juice." Shakily, he got to his feet and went to the sink to wash off. A look in the mirror, made him gape at his image. His hair had been redone, it was still short, but had been coifed into a definite female style. And John realized he was wearing make up. Much of it was smeared from sleeping and being sick, but he could see that he has been made up. What the hell was going on? Just then, he heard the bedroom door open. He rushed into the bedroom and saw a beautiful women clad in leather and a heavily muscled man standing near the now open doorway. "Hi," John croaked out. The women smiled. "Janet, you look like shit." The muscle man said to the leather women, "She smells like vomit." Then looking at John, "Why don't you get some clothes on? There are dresses for you in the closet." John blushed and stammered. "Well I just threw up, hope I didn't mess up your bedroom too much. Could one of you tell me where I'm at and what I'm doing...." John stopped, and thought about what the pair had said. "Uh, my name's John, not Janet and I could use some pants, not a dress." "You don't need pants anymore," said Leather Women. "Not after last night." "Uh, I don't have the foggiest idea what you are talking about." "Well gets some clothes on and we'll explain it to you," Muscle man replied. "It's obvious that your binge last night has messed your memory up." "Well give me my pants, and let's talk." "Get a dress from the closet, and put your bra and falsies back on. And while your at it, redo your make up." "Fuck you! Give me some pants." Muscle man frowned and began to walk towards John. John realized that this man looked upset and outweighed him by at least 60 pounds. John put up his hands, and said placatingly, "Ok, ok, no need to get angry. I'll put on the dress." John's head was smacked to the side, and he realized in numb surprise that the muscle man had slapped him hard. Muscle man growled. "You'll put on everything, including the makeup. And you'll answer to Janet, that is your name." Muscle man turned away he and leather women walked towards the door. Muscle man stopped at the door, tossed John a key, which John caught. "The key is to your belt, you can take it off to go the bathroom, but when you come downstairs be wearing it. We want you down downstairs in a half hour. Ring this bell by the door, that will tell us to release the door lock. And you had better look good, that means no body hair, good makeup - look like the women you are." John huffed, "Wait a sec." Muscle man looked at him threateningly. "Ok, whatever you say, anything." The pair left, and the door clicked shut behind them. John thought, my god, shit, fuck, SHIT, FUUUCK! What have I gotten myself into to? What did I do last night? John forced himself to calm down. He realized that he would have to follow their directions, for now, and wait for an opportunity to get the hell out of this place, to escape. Escape was the right word, he felt like a prisoner. John took a shower, and shaved his body carefully, leaving only the hair on his head and genitals. After drying off, he went to the closet, and after opening it, stood bemused at the assortment of women's clothing in front of him. He heard the door open and turning around, saw a small, well shaped girl slip through the door and close it behind her. "They sent me up here to help you, to make sure you came down looking right." John opened his mouth to ask a question, the girl interrupted. "I'm not allowed to tell you anything. I'm just here to help you get ready. If you don't come down looking good, they'll beat both of us." In his mind, John was thinking, play along, just play along. She took his silence for agreement, and went to the closet and began to pick out items; a couple dresses, shoes, belts, even a corset. She helped him get dressed, first the corset. John had never been fat, weighing 145lbs his waist was about 29 inches. But when the girl was done tugging and pulling on the corset strings, John's waist was more like 25 inches. "I can barely breathe," wheezed John. "Shut up," snapped the girl. "If you look good, if you look like a woman, the masters might go easy on you. Believe me you don't want to be given to Master Rod for punishment. He'll make you walk funny for a week. Now let me finish." Twenty-five minutes later, John looked at himself in a full-length mirror. He was stunned, he looked like women. In fact an extremely attractive women. He was wearing an elegant dress, with a belt around his waist to emphasize the narrow waist the corset had given him. The makeup was refined, enough to hide blemishes and a little bit more to accent the positive. It almost looked as if had no make up on, except for his lips, which were full and deep red. For undergarments, he had on a padded bra and garters, and of course, his chastity belt. His shoes had three inch heels, and he had to admit, they made his calves stand out nicely. The girl stepped back, and smiled at John. "Janet, you look beautiful. They are going to eat you up." She giggled. "Well you'll end up eating them, but you can worry about that later. We have to get going, you definitely don't want to be late getting downstairs. She looked at John, "OK, you ready?" John nodded his agreement, he felt numb. This could not be happening. But it was, and he followed obediently behind the girl as she rang the bell to have the door unlocked. The door was unlocked electronically and John and the girl began to walk down a long hallway. John was tottering on his three inch heels. The girl looked at him, obviously mispleased. "You have to walk like a women. Watch me." She walked a few steps, placing one foot in front of the other, her hips swaying. She looked over her shoulder. "Now you try it, move those hips, and put one foot in front of the other." John tried unsuccessfully, to mimic her walk. She hissed at him. "Look, you've got to do this right or the Masters will be unhappy, and then we'll both get whipped and fucked up the ass. Do you want that?" John shook his head no. "Then try harder. I know this is like trying to ride a bike perfectly the first time, but if you mess up..." A tear came to her eye. "Please try, I don't want to get punished." John nodded his agreement while also wondering what type of punishment could make a girl begin to cry like that? They continued down the hall and down a long flight of stairs, and with John concentrating on his walking, he didn't notice when they went into a large room and stopped in front of a small group of people. The girl announced, "Masters and Mistresses, may I present to you Janet. She is at Stage 1." John heard people in the group. "She is gorgeous already. Just think what treatment will do. I wish my waist was that small. Luscious." John looked around, and began to blush. He felt his face heat up. He was standing in front of men and women dressed as a women. He had to get out of here! He looked around for a way to escape, and it seemed as if the girl read his mind. "Don't try it," she whispered. "You're on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Nowhere to run." John also saw Muscle Man standing unobtrusively beside the door through which they had entered. No escape, he thought despairingly. A tall handsome man, walked up to John. "Hello Janet, I'm Master Geoff. This is my home and you're mine. Follow me, and I'll try to answer a few questions that I'm sure you have." Geoff turned away and began to walk towards another doorway, through which, John could see rows of books-a library. Geoff turned back towards John, who had not moved. "I told you to follow me." He sighed. "I guess this is a bit overwhelming." Geoff signaled and was handed a dog collar and a leash. The collar was narrow and made of brown leather. He walked towards John. "Janet, don't even try to resist." John didn't. He just stood there in shock as he felt the collar placed around his neck. He heard a small padlock click shut, and then Geoff snapped the leash onto the collar. "There," said Geoff. "Now just follow me a few steps behind and to the right. This is how I train my dogs to heel." Geoff smiled a slow wicked smile. "And my bitch slaves." "Wait a second," blurted John. "Get this dog collar off of me. No more fucking jokes. Give me back my clothes. I'm getting out of here. If anyone tries to stop me, I'll call the cops! And my name is John, not any fucking Janet!" The rest of the people, who had not paid much attention when John was collared, stopped talking and looked at him. A few smiled, several laughed softly. "I like spirit," said Geoff. "In its place. Now is not the place." Geoff looked up and tossed the leash over a metal bar that was affixed to the ceiling. The bar looked much like a trapeze bar, was parallel to the floor and about nine feet off the ground. Geoff handed the leash to Muscle Man, who quickly pulled on the leash, and before John could protest, he was pulled up into the air, until only his toes touched the floor. John could barely breathe. He reached up and tried to pull himself up, to create some slack on the rope, but his arms were not strong enough. Geoff looked him in the face. "A couple of things, you don't say a word unless you are given permission. Second, you'll wear whatever I want you to wear. Third, you are not leaving, you belong to me. Fourth, there are no cops for you to call, you're on an island which I own; therefore I'm the law." He smiled, cruelly, "In fact, here I'm god. But we don't need to be formal, don't call me god, Master Geoff will do." Geoff motioned for Muscle Man to pull John higher. John felt his toes leave the floor and the collar bit into his throat. He couldn't breathe! His vision began to go black. He heard a roaring, like a freight train. From a long distance away, he heard Geoff. "And remember, your name is Janet." The roaring increased, John felt his feet kicking involuntarily. No air, he had to breathe! Just before he passed out, he felt his bladder let go, then his world went black. When he woke up, John was sitting in a high-backed leather chair. He looked down at himself, he was wearing a loose nightgown. The corset, bra, shoes and chastity belt were still in place. Looking around, John realized he was sitting in the library. In front of him was a large wooden desk, bare except for a computer monitor and keyboard. Geoff was sitting at the desk, and smiled when he saw that John was awake. "We had Rene clean you up. I didn't want you smelling like urine. Now let me fill you in to about how you came to be here. Do you remember playing cards in Vegas?" John nodded. "Well you ended up in a private game, with very high stakes." Geoff ticked off his points on his fingers. "First you lost all your gambling money. Then your watch. Then your car, nice Mercedes you had there. Then finally you lost your freedom." John interrupted. "I don't remember any of this. I must of been drunk. You took advantage of me, it isn't fair." Geoff was glowering at him, and asked, "Did I give you permission to speak?" Then John remembered Geoff saying that he wasn't to speak unless spoken to. He looked contrite, opened his mouth to say something, realized he didn't have permission to speak, and shut it. Geoff smiled and nodded approval. "Good you're learning. I give you permission to speak freely while we are in the library." "This is insane. This is crazy. I can't be a slave, they don't exist anymore." Geoff corrected him. "Anymore, what?" John was puzzled, and it showed on his face. Geoff explained. "Always end your sentences with master. Now say it again, "They don't exist anymore, Master." John could feel that he was blushing. He couldn't do that. He couldn't subjugate himself that way. Geoff said, in a low tone, "Say it, NOW. And from now on." John saw Muscle Man walk around to the side of the chair, he had been standing behind it. In his hand was a riding crop. Abruptly, Muscle Man brought the riding crop down on John's bare arm. John yelped and watched as a red welt appeared on his arm. He gulped, to keep from crying out again. "Slaves don't exist anymore, Master." John wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. He had never been so embarrassed. Geoff smiled, approvingly. "That wasn't too bad. Really that was easy, probably the easiest thing you will have to do here. Now let me continue with my explanation. Of course you were drunk when you sold yourself. But it's not anyone's responsibility but your own on how drunk you were. Remember, if you can't afford to lose it, don't bet it. Everyone at the table heard you make the bet. You lost, your two pair-fives and jacks versus my two pair-fives and kings. And now you're mine" John asked. "Where am I now....Master?" He blushed. "A little easier to say it that time, wasn't it," Geoff asked rhetorically. "You are on my island in the South Pacific. I bought this island from the local government. They love me down here, and leave me pretty much alone, because I hire the locals to do all the work around here." Geoff rubbed his fingers together. "Money rules." Geoff stood and walked to the window. He moved aside the curtain, and John caught a glimpse of coconut trees and the surf. Geoff turned around. "Now I own you. Forever. And I can do whatever I want to you. No one knows you're here. I sedated you and flew you out of the country on my jet. And here you are not a person, you're a thing to be molded." He smiled. "And I guarantee you, I'm going to change you." "Change me how, Master?" "Look at what you're wearing. Look at your "breasts" and your shoes. What do you think I'm going to do?" Geoff strode over to John and grabbed his chin and tilted it up. "I'm going to change you into a women, a slut, a bitch in heat." John's eyes widened. "You're fucking crazy, there is no way you can do this. It's not, not right, no way that I'll let you do this to me, no w...." Abruptly, Muscle Man used the handle of the riding crop to choke him. Geoff looked down at him. "I can do whatever I want, remember I'm god here." "Besides, he went on airily. "Look at you, your are only 5'6'' or so, and Rene told me you have a waist that goes down to 24 inches. With makeup, your features are very attractive. You are beautiful, better looking than a lot of women who were born women. And once you are given the treatments....well I'll have to put a chastity belt on your ass to protect you from all the horny men who will want a piece of you." Muscle Man had relaxed his choke hold, allow John to get his breathe back. All he could do was stare numbingly at Geoff who stood over him. "Alright," Geoff said. "First lesson, your name is Janet. If anyone says Janet you are to answer to them. You are now a women. You do not answer to John. John is a thing of the past. You answer only to Janet. Now I know this isn't going to be easy, but the sooner you accept this, the sooner you will begin to enjoy your new life. And believe me, there are a lot of benefits to being my bitch slave. Now repeat after me, 'Hi, my name is Janet.'" John hesitated. He felt Muscle Man apply light pressure to his neck. "Hi, my name is Janet," he whispered. His face was flushed with shame. "Say it louder." John complied. "Hi, my name is Janet." "Good. Now say that phrase ten times, and say it like you're happy to be Janet." John began to repeat the phrase, knowing that if he didn't Muscle Man would apply the choke hold. After John had repeated the phrase ten times, Geoff smiled. "Janet, the last few times you repeated your phrase sounded good, you sounded happy. I had you do this exercise to enforce in your mind that you are Janet. Think it, accept it, and eventually you will be happy to say that you're Janet." Geoff went back to the desk, opened a drawer and pulled out a silver metal collar. Geoff walked back to John and showed him the collar. Engraved into the metal, in simple script was his new name "Janet". "My first gift to you," said Geoff. He removed the leather dog collar from around John's neck and replaced it with the new collar. John felt it lock into place. Geoff produced a mirror. "Look at yourself. Look at your new name collar. Now everyone will know your new name." John looked at his reflection in the mirror Geoff held and saw the small but strong collar encircling his neck. He could see his new name engraved into the metal. Alright he thought, I'll play along. I'll do what they want. But I'll escape. They can't watch me forever. And then "Janet" reached up and lightly fingered his collar. Geoff pressed a button on the computer keyboard. A few moments later, John saw Leather Woman walk into the library. "Janet, this is Rebecca, she will be one of your trainers during your treatments. You will address her as Mistress. Her word is your law. She has complete authority over you. This includes punishment." Geoff walked back to John, and cupped his chin. "I will not see you again until you are well into your treatments. Until then, behave." Then Geoff leaned down and kissed him on the lips. "Take her away, Rebecca." Yes, Sir, Rebecca replied. "Come along, Janet." John stood up quickly and hurried after Rebecca, anxious to avoid further punishment. Rebecca instructed her. "Walk two steps behind me and to the right, that is the 'heel position'. You will always walk in that position. Do you understand?" "Yes," replied John. Suddenly he felt a burning on his neck, where the collar lay against it. The burning increased, John gasped, and grasped his collar. the burning attacked his fingers. Abruptly the pain stopped. Rebecca held up a very small device. It looked like a small remote control. "As you've just felt. Your collar is not just to remind you that you are a slave. It has the ability to send out an electrical charge. You felt the lowest setting. I punished you because you forgot to call me Mistress. It can release a much larger jolt of electricity." She pressed a button, and John's whole body spasmed. He felt like a marionette; he couldn't control his body and fell to the floor. Blessedly the pain ended as quickly as it had begun. John was breathing heavily, and he could feel his heart thumping wildly. "That setting was half of maximum," Rebecca informed him. "I had to show you what the collar is capable of. Maximum output could cause your heart to beat erratically, and you might die. I have not had to use maximum output on a slave in a long time. Don't make me use it on you. Except for that little demonstration a moment ago, I will never use the collar to punish you unless you fail to do what I tell you to do. Also, the collar has a tracking device that allows us to locate you at all times. And if the collar is removed forcibly, without the correct code, it will release all its electrical charge at once." Rebecca tilted her head to the side, thinking. "I've never seen that happen, I expect that amount of energy would burn right into the neck." She snapped her fingers and said to John, "Heel." John complied and found himself following Rebecca back to the room he had woken up in the morning. Rebecca sat down on the end of the bed. When she saw John looking around for a chair, she said, "Janet, when you sit in the presence of a master or mistress, your head is to be below theirs. So right now, sit own the floor." John sat down, very aware of how the flimsy gown hiked up on his legs. "No, sit with your legs to the side. You have to sit like a women. Alluring, but still hiding something." Rebecca thought for a moment. "Ok, now I'll tell you a brief synopsis of what type of training you will be going through in the next four months. It will consist of physical training and mental training. The physical will be things like aerobics and dieting. Of course you'll also receive hormone shots and cosmetic surgery. Mental training will consist primarily of hypnosis and drug therapy. You would be surprised at what secrets leaked out of the former USSR, when it fell apart. Lots of how-to manuals on "adjusting" misfits to fit into society. The drugs are especially effective. The end results will be that in six months you will be an extremely attractive, eager to please woman. You will look and want to be a women." John had been tensing up while Rebecca was talking. He could not believe what she was saying. There was no way that this was happening, or that he would willingly be a women in six months. Rebecca broke into his thoughts. "Well, what do you think, Janet?" John, shook his head. "No, you all are crazy! I'm a man, I like being a man. You can't change me! I won't go along. Uhhhhh!" While John was talking, Rebecca had reached into her pocket and pressed a button on the remote. John felt the electricity running through him. His legs and arms were jerking uncontrollably, and his head felt like it was going to explode. She released the button; sweat was pouring off John. He couldn't think; he could barely breathe. She pressed the button again, and John's vision began to go gray around the corners. She released the button. John lay there, barely able to move. "I punished you the first time because you raised your voice. Never raise your voice to any master or mistress. The second punishment was for saying you weren't going to obey. You will obey. You will, or you'll die. Now get up." John began to get off the floor and felt his stomach lurch and then he vomited. "Jesus," Rebecca cursed! "Go take a shower. Once you're done, you'll get a lesson on how to apply makeup and do your hair. Here is the key to your chastity belt. You can only remove the belt when you are bathing." John stood up on shaky legs and went to take his shower. Once John was done with his shower, he reattached his chastity belt and walked out into the bedroom. John noted that someone had cleaned up the mess he had made when he had vomited. He also saw a tall, willowy blond sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a makeup smock, and was carrying a large makeup case. The blond stood up and smiled at him. "Hello, I'm Regina. You must be Janet. I'm here to train you on how to apply makeup. Let's go into the bathroom, okay?" "Yes, Mistress," John mumbled. Regina choked back laughter and grinned at her. "I'm not a Mistress, silly. I'm a slave just like you, just call me Regina." They went and sat down at the bathroom's makeup table. Regina sat for a moment, appraising John's hair, face and nails. Then she began to instruct John on proper makeup technique. "The Masters and Mistresses around here like a women to look like a women, but they don't want you to look like a slut. So the word is restraint. I'll teach you on how to hide blemishes and highlight your best qualities. And dear you have a beautiful face. Your lips are full and you have beautiful eyes. We'll emphasize those. Your hair length is fine. Master Geoff loves short hair." Regina grabbed hold of John's hand. "On the other hand, these short nails just won't do. I'll give you a French manicure; they'll look gorgeous." Regina begin to style her hair. Softly, she said, "I know you must have a thousand questions. Ask away. Mistress Rebecca said I was to answer any question you asked." Regina laughed. "That is unless you ask how to escape." "Tell me everything, where am I, why am I here, what are they going to do with me? How can you be happy as a slave?" Regina laughed. "Ok, I'll try to answer them all." She confirmed what Master Geoff had said. They were on his island in the South Pacific. It was a large island, probably ten by 18 miles, and was covered with a tropical jungle. Fresh water was readily available, because of the plentiful rains. The island was surrounded by a coral atoll. Regina said it was really fun to go snorkeling and see the colorful sea life. John was here to be a slave - a female slave. Many of the women here had once been men. Geoff and his employees were always on the look out for "pretty" men. Regina told a surprised John that he had been thoroughly checked out before he was kidnapped. "I bet you are an only child, few relatives. You don't have that many friends. They look for people that won't be missed if they disappear." John agreed that the description fit him. Regina continued. "To turn you fully feminine, they'll physically alter you. You know, give you boobs and hips, things like that. But the really weird thing is the mind stuff they do to you. Take me for instance. I've been here four years. I once was just like you, a guy." John stared at Regina in amazement. Regina grinned back at him. "Close your mouth, flies will get in. Yes I was a guy, but I'm not any more. I have the body of a women, but they did this mind stuff that made me a women in my brain. I realize that I once was a man, but I'm not anymore. I'm happy, I really am, to be a women and to be here, serving Master Geoff." And John could see that she was happy. That she was content. It showed in the way she talked and acted. Regina stepped back from her. "There, all done. Take a look at yourself." John looked in the mirror. When he moved his head, the women in the mirror moved hers. If he winked, the mirror winked back. The mirror showed a women with a short hair style, large blue eyes and full, pouty lips. Regina had made him gorgeous. John felt his cock stir. He thought, I'm getting turned on by looking at myself. This is crazy. John could see Regina smiling at her image in the mirror. "I do a pretty good job of transforming, if I do say so myself." She handed him two pills. "Mistress Rebecca said to take these. She said with all you've been through, you need to start to take a multivitamin." John thought that statement was one of the first things that he had heard that made sense. He gulped them down. In a little while he fell asleep. The multivitamin had been a strong sleeping medication. Janet woke up from a deep sleep. She looked out her window and saw that the sun was just coming in through her window, it was early morning. She stretched underneath her covers and then got out of bed and went to take a shower. She sat in the shower for awhile, letting the water cascade off of her body. Can't have any unsightly body, she thought, so she shaved her entire body. After the shower, Janet dried off and went to the closet to pick out an outfit. She selected a pretty sundress, yellow and green. A thought came unbidden to her mind, I shouldn't be wearing a dress. I should be wearing pants, but she couldn't remember why. She went back into the bathroom and styled her hair and applied makeup. Then she put on her corset and underwear and locked her underwear on. What was going on, Janet thought, locking on my underwear. You don't lock underwear. Then it all came back to him. That wasn't underwear, it was a chastity belt. He wasn't Janet, he was John. And he had been kidnapped to this island. He had been told that they were going to turn him into a women, a slut bitch. He remembered swearing that wouldn't happen - he was a man. Now here he was dressing in a sun dress, as if that was the most normal thing. Why had he thought that he was Janet? What had they done to him? There was a knock on the door and then Mistress Rebecca walked in. "Good morning, Janet." "Good morning, Mistress Rebecca." Rebecca queried John, "Do you remember who you used to be?" "Yes Mistress, I am," he quickly corrected, "I was a man named John." Rebecca nodded. "And you're are not upset about what has been done to you? We have taken away your sex. You are now just a slave, a women slave. How do you feel about that?" John thought about it, he knew he was a man, but that these people were trying to change him into a women. He realized he should be upset about that, but he wasn't. "No Mistress, I'm not upset, but I don't know why I'm not upset, I should be." Rebecca smiled. "It is the treatments you have been undergoing. Remember I mentioned about the USSR mind treatments? That is what you have been undergoing. They appear to have taken very well, and they are permanent. Which means that mentally you can never go back to what you used to be, you can only go forward. The next phase of the treatment involves physical transformation as well as continued mind treatment." "Now we will see how well the rest of the mind treatments have taken hold. Get dressed and we'll go downstairs." John put his bra on and foam breast in. His breasts felt tender. He wiggled into his sundress. He did his hair and applied his makeup. "I'm ready, Mistress." "Not quite. Come here." John meekly complied. She removed his chastity belt and slipped two cock rings over his penis, then relocked his belt. She told him to bend over, grab his ankles and pull his dress up. He felt some greasy lubrication applied to his asshole and then a buttplug was pushed into his ass and secured into place with straps. The pain was intense. He groaned. But that didn't stop his penis from immediately growing hard. As his penis continued to grow, the cock rings dug into his tender flesh. The pain radiated out from his groin. Instead of causing his penis to grow soft, the pain made him harder. This had never happened before! He had never been into pain. Mistress Rebecca noticed his groans and flushed appearance. "Another part of the mind treatments, Janet. In your mind their is now an association between pain and sex-pain now turns you on." John had to agree, even the buttplug was beginning to fell good. Mistress Rebecca snapped her fingers. "Heel, Janet." John feel in behind and to the right of her. Every step he took caused the buttplug to shift in his butt. He thought it felt good. They went down a hall with which John was not familiar. They went down several flights of stairs, until they came to a thick oak door. Mistress Rebecca turned to him, and smiled. "Now we'll see how well the treatments have taken hold. This is one of our training rooms. This is Master Sam's room." Mistress Rebecca opened the door. The room looked much like a modern workout room. There were floor to ceiling mirrors covering one wall and the wall opposite was all windows. The sun was streaming in, giving the room a bright cheery appearance, belying its true intent. There was chrome and leather equipment throughout the room. John could see a man stretching in front of the mirrors, when the man noticed their presence, he turned around. The man was well over six feet, with an athletic build. He had a thick red beard and hair. "Her name is Janet. She's all yours." Mistress Rebecca walked out the door, closing it behind her. The man walked up to John and walked around him. John could feel the man's eyes appraising him. John felt odd standing there being ogled by a man. The man stopped in front of him. "My name is Master Samuel. I am a trainer here. I train all the women. How long have you been here on the island?" "I don't know, Master." "Let me check." Samuel walked over to a desk in the corner and tapped a few keys on the computer keyboard, and looked at the data on the screen. "Interesting, with your looks, I would have thought you had been here at least two months, but the records show you've only been here 11 days." John was stunned. Eleven days! He only remembered one day, what had been done to him the other ten? Master Samuel smiled when he saw the look on John's face. "You have been drugged for most of the last ten days." The puzzlement persisted on John's face. Master Samuel sighed. "For the last ten days you have been the recipient of mind treatments. Sort of hypnosis reinforced with drugs. While you were under, they began to remake you. They told you that you were a women, that you liked pain and sex, that you were to please us all the time, and that you were not to worry too much about what is happening to you. The treatments appear to be a success. Here you are, standing in a dress, and you don't look too worried about all this." John had to agree, that for some reason, he wasn't that upset about being turned into a women. Master Samuel walked over to a piece of equipment and turned back to John, who still stood by the door. "I guess you could call my training room a torture chamber, a sexual torture chamber. By pushing you to your limits, we'll see how far the treatments have progressed. Then we know what else needs to be done to you." He motioned for John to come to him. John hesitated, and almost immediately felt the burning around his throat. Master Samuel was using the punishment collar. John quickly began to walk towards Master Samuel. "Crawl, slave." John dropped to his knees and began to crawl towards Master Samuel. He felt his face burning a deep red, but he also could feel that his cock was still hard, even with the cock rings biting into it. "Now remove all your clothes. John did, blushing. Then Master Samuel unlocked his chastity belt. He was instructed to sit down on a leather chair with straps on the arms and legs. John complied and felt Master Samuel begin to lock him into the chair. He belted in his ankles and thighs, his stomach and chest and wrist and upper arms and finally, Master Samuel belted his head back against a headrest. John couldn't move. Abruptly, Master Samuel reached down and twisted one of John's exposed nipples. John hissed in pain. Master Samuel announced, in a clinical voice, "Your breasts are a little tender because of the hormone shots. I think your breasts have already began to grow a little bit." He smirked. "Don't worry, they'll get much bigger. Master Geoff likes women with large chests." When John heard that, his cock softened enough to allow Master Samuel to remove the cock rings. John had never had another man touch his penis, even in the clinical way that Master Samuel was doing it. Next a small sleeve was placed over his cock, with wires leading into a small box. John couldn't guess what the device was, he feared it might be for punishment. Master Samuel alleviated that fear. "This is a sensor and will register your reaction to stimuli. It will measure how hard your erection becomes - the harder the erection, the more sexually aroused you are." Master Samuel went to a cabinet and after a few moments of rummaging, came back to John with nipple clamps. He placed one over John's right nipple, and then allowed it to close. The pain caused John to let out a strangled scream. His voice sounded high and girlish. Without waiting, Master Samuel put the other clamp on John's left nipple. John had never experienced pain like this! It felt like someone had bitten off his nipple. Master Samuel walked over to the computer, tapped a few keys, read the monitor and came back to John. "Please take them off, Master." "Not possible, you will undergo about a half hour of testing." For the next 30 minutes John flesh was prodded, pulled and twisted. He watched pornographic video movies. Master Samuel even had a slave girl masturbate him, while at the same time punishing his cock and nipples. Even with the pain, John had one of the most explosive orgasms he had ever experienced. The ejaculate splattered all over himself, the slave girl and the floor. Master Samuel took note of all of this. "Master Geoff likes his slaves to be well informed, so let me tell you what the tests have revealed. First all, Janet, your treatments have taken very well. You became sexually excited at points in the video which indicate men now sexually excite you. Women have always excited you, but the treatments have caused this shift to bisexuality. Also your ability to ejaculate while suffering pain is a good sign that your treatments are working. And your erection was at its most firm when your were suffering pain. All excellent signs." Master Samuel continued. "Now you'll move into the next phase of your treatments. The mind/drug treatments will continue, as will the hormone shots, but now we will begin to enhance your shape with surgery and some conditioning." Master Samuel began to unstrap John from the chair. "Well work is done, time for a little play. I want you to give me a blowjob." John stared at him in consternation. "I, I can't do that. I'm a man, well I think I'm a man. I can't do this, please don't make me, Master." Master Samuel pulled out the remote for John's collar, and pressed a button. John felt pain lance through his body. Master Samuel pressed the button again and then a third time. John's head was buzzing, unpleasantly. Master Samuel looked at him. "On your knees now, Janet." His voice softened. "Don't be embarrassed. This is your new role in life. Everyone expects you to do this. Just go with it, enjoy it." Wordlessly, John dropped to his knees, unzipped Master Samuel's pants and reached in. He felt Master Samuel's dick. It stiffened even as he pulled it out. Master Samuel looked down at him and smirked. "Lick it. Kiss it. You know you want to, look your own dick is hard as a rock." Mortified John realized Master Samuel was right, his own dick was throbbing. He was turned on. He hesitantly moved his mouth closer to the dick, and softly kissed it. He left a small stain of red lipstick on the head of Master Samuel's cock. He stuck his tongue out and licked the head. With more vigor, John licked it again. Spying a drop of precum on the end, John licked it off. His breathing was rapid, and if possible, his dick was even harder. "Put it in you mouth," Master Samuel commanded. John remembered a girlfriend saying it was easier to swallow if you licked the entire length first. So he licked the Master's member, till it was dripping with saliva. Then he opened his mouth and began to take the cock into his mouth. Impatiently, Master Samuel grabbed the back of his head and rammed the entire seven inches into John's mouth. John felt it hit the back of his throat and began to retch. Master Samuel ignored John's discomfort and began to fuck his mouth. In and out, slow then fast. Suddenly Master Samuel gave off a guttural growl, shoved his dick to the back of John's throat and came. John began to choke on the cum. Master Samuel warned him. "Swallow it." To avoid choking, John swallowed all the cum. Only after his dick had grown soft, did Master Samuel pull out of his mouth. John sat on his knees, dazed, not moving. He thought, I just gave man a blowjob. Master Samuel interrupted his thoughts. "You obviously enjoyed giving me a blowjob." He pointed down to the floor. "Look, you came yourself, and no one even touched you." John looked down. He had ejaculated, while having his mouth fucked by a man! Thinking back to a few moments ago, he realized he had enjoyed the experience, the evidence was splattered all over the floor in front of him. Master Samuel instructed him. "Lick your cum off my floor." John leaned down, and began to lick the floor clean. He realized he was enjoying this - he was getting hard again. After he had licked his cum off floor, Master Samuel had him put on his clothes and chastity belt, redo his makeup and hair. Then he was sent back to his room. When he got back to his room, he sat down on a chair to think. Here he was wearing women's clothing, with a chastity belt locking in his penis. His face and hair were made up and he had just given a blowjob to a man! God, he would be mortified if his friends saw him dressed like this, or if they knew he had given a blowjob and swallowed the man's cum. Then he thought about what Master Samuel had said, this was his new life, accept it. He thought about the blowjob he had performed, he had enjoyed it - his hard dick told him that. Why shouldn't I enjoy it, he thought defensively, I'm stuck here. He touched his breast, I can't go back to my old life, I've been changed. He grinned, and thought wryly, I now have a bigger chest then some of my former girlfriends. A thought that had been waiting for him to arrive at this point, popped into his conscious - ACCEPT THIS. ACCEPT THAT YOU ARE TO BE A WOMAN, AND MAKE YOU'RE MASTERS AND MISTRESSES HAPPY. BY ACCEPTING YOUR NEW LIFE, YOU WILL BE HAPPY. John started at the clarity of this thought, and thought, alright, I'll try it. I'll give myself over to my new life. I'll try to be Janet. I'll try to be a real women. A few minutes later, Mistress Rebecca came into the room. The mistress looked at Janet, saw Janet's small hesitant smile and smiled back. "Well Janet, you look happier than I've ever seen you. What are you smiling for?" Janet hesitated and then blurted it out. "I enjoyed performing oral sex, I really did. And if I'm going to be here forever, I've decided that I'm going to accept my new life. I'm going to try and enjoy life. >From now on, I am Janet." Mistress Rebecca nodded approvingly. "Excellent." She looked at Janet's collar. "Will we need that anymore?" "No, I will do whatever I am told to do." "But Mistress," Janet said hesitatingly, "it makes me feel more submissive, more feminine, if I am wearing my collar. May I keep it on?" Mistress Rebecca reassured her. "Then for the time being, we will leave it on. Now follow me. You're going to begin the next phase of treatments." Janet quickly assumed the heel position and she followed Mistress Rebecca out the door. Janet woke up and realized she wasn't in her bedroom. In fact, the room smelled of disinfectant and looked like it belonged in a hospital. She tried to move and realized that here hands were constrained. Well, she reasoned, if I'm in a hospital, they probably didn't want me falling out of the bed. Then she thought, why am I in a hospital, was I hurt? Then everything came flooding back. She used to be a man named John. Now she was a slave named Janet, on Master Geoff's island. She had been undergoing physical and mental treatments to transform her into a women. The door to the room opened and a beautiful female nurse walked into the room and over to Janet's bed. "I thought I saw you awake on the monitor. How are you feeling, Janet?" "I'm feeling fine, Mistress." Her voice was higher, more feminine than she remembered. The nurse smiled. "No Janet, I'm a slave, just like you. My name is Penny." "Penny," asked Janet, "How long have I been in the hospital? Can you tell me what's going on." "I'll let the doctor do that, he should be here in a minute." Penny leaned down and whispered. "Between you and me, you've gone through the next phase of treatment. You've been drugged up for the last 30 days. The doctor will tell you what's been done to you, but lemme say, you have a great body." Janet felt her face turn pink. Just then the doctor walked into the room, over to the bed and picked up Janet's chart. "Well Janet, you look fine. How do you feel?" "Fine, doctor, ah, Master, I mean Master Doctor." The doctor laughed. Janet, while you are in the clinic, you can call me Doctor Michael. When we are outside the clinic, then you call me Master. Understand?" "Yes, Doctor." Doctor Michael pulled the bed sheet down and began to examine Janet. He listened to her heart and lungs, prodded her chest, leg and arms. He made notes in her chart. "Janet, you've come through this series of treatments just fine. Your body is all healed from the surgeries and the psychiatrist says mentally the treatments have taken especially well. I'm going to discharge you. But first, I want to show you your new body. I'm very proud of the work I've done." The doctor and nurse released the restraints and helped her out of bed and over to the full length mirror. The doctor cautioned her. "We use the latest small incision surgery, but there will still be slight bruising for the next few days. Makeup will cover that up." He had her disrobe. Janet gasped at what she saw in the mirror. She was beautiful. The doctor smiled, obviously pleased with her reaction. "Let me give you a run down on your new body. We implanted check implants to give you higher cheekbones. I also raised your eyes just slightly to give you a more exotic appearance. You now have bigger, more pouty lips and of course, using electrolysis, we removed all your hair, except on your head, your eyebrows and your genitals. And that brings us to your breasts, I'm especially proud of your them." The doctor ran his finger lightly over Janet's right breast in a decidedly un- doctorlike manner. He snapped back to attention. "You know have 38C breasts, and as you can see they are just perfect. With the help of liposuction and a judicious diet, your waist is now at 25 inches. The corset you'll wear most of the time will reduce that down to about 21 inches. We also have given you hip implants to give you a more feminine figure. So overall, your measurements are 38-25-34. Finally, you know have small calf implants to complete the package. Oh yes, as you noticed when you spoke, we've shortened you vocal cords to give you a more feminine voice." The doctor looked at her. "So what do you think? Do you like what we have done to you?" Janet thought for a moment. She knew she had been a male at one time. But she wasn't anymore. Now she had a beautiful female body, and she was very happy. But she did have a question. "Doctor Michael, I love my new body. But what about my male clitoris, I mean penis. Why do I still have that?" Doctor Michael commented. "The mental treatments have taken well, if you are already calling your penis, a clitoris." The doctor went on. "The reason it was left on is quite simple. You are here to please the Masters and Mistresses, and some like to be serviced by a women with this "extra equipment." And for those that want to treat you like a total woman, your anus will serve as a vagina. I daresay, your anus is much tighter than most women's vaginas." The doctor slapped one of Janet's ass checks affectionately. "Hurry up now. Get your belt on and get back to your room. You have to get ready for your review by Master Geoff." The doctor left and Janet began to look around for her chastity belt. Penny stopped her. "You have a new belt. It is much smaller than your previous one. It's primarily to keep you from masturbating without approval and to force you to sit down like a lady when you go to the bathroom." Penny handed her a small narrow leather belt, that except for the portion that fitted over her penis/clitoris, resembled a thong bikini. She quickly slipped it own and found that it held her "clitoris" in a way that would indeed force her to urinate like a women. She quickly slipped on some pants and a sweat shirt, and Penny guided her back to her room. Penny went to Janet's closet and began to sort through all of her clothes. "Now you have to choose just the right dress, revealing, yet classy." Penny choose a number of different outfits, and after Janet had tried them all on at least twice, she choose an emerald green gown that would reveal her new ample cleavage. Janet didn't understand why she was so giddy, why she wanted to look just right for her "coming out." But she decided not to question it, she was happy. Janet took a shower and with Penny's help did her makeup and hair. She slipped on her undergarments, including a garter belt and hose. The last undergarment she put on was an ultra thin corset that slimmed down her waist to 21 inches. Finally, she carefully slipped the dress over her head. After a little tugging and pulling. She was dressed for the evening. Penny placed one small gold earring in each ear. Penny stepped back and gasped. Janet looked at her. "What, what is wrong." "Nothing is wrong, it's just you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Look for yourself in the mirror." Janet stepped in front of the mirror and smiled at her image in wonderment. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her face was framed by short blond hair. Her face was done up tastefully, showing off her high cheek bones, deep blue eyes and full lips. Her ample breasts were pushed up and together by the gown. The shimmering green gown was tucked in at her narrow waist, and flowed down over her hips and ended just above her ankles. Her calves had a beautiful shape to them that was further accentuated by the three inch heels she was wearing. Janet twirled around and laughed in delight at her image. She was happy, happy and beautiful! Penny looked at the clock. "We have to get you downstairs, you don't want to be late for your presentation to Master Geoff." They hurried out the bedroom, down the hall, to a ballroom. There were couples everywhere. The women were dressed in beautiful gowns and most of the men wore black tuxedos. A man at the door, shooed Penny away and announced Janet. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present Slave Janet." There were a smattering of applause. Instinctively, Janet curtsied, and looked around, at a loss as to what to do next. She was saved by Master Geoff. She saw him striding towards her, and her knees went weak for a moment and her clitoris hardened. "There you are, Janet." He took her hands and looked her up and down, approvingly. "Janet, you have become a beautiful woman." "Thank you, Master. "Follow me, and we'll perform the initiation ceremony." Janet fell in behind Master Geoff in the heel position, and followed him to a raised dais. "Ladies and gentleman, if I may have your attention for a moment." The crowd quieted and turned their attention to Master Geoff. "I would like to thank you all for coming this evening to share in the initiation of Janet, formerly John." The mention of her former name, made Janet start. That name seemed like it was from a long time ago. Master Geoff turned towards Janet. "Janet do you give up your old life?" Janet knew what she was to say, it must have been implanted in her conscious during the treatments. "Yes, Master." "Do you accept your new life as a women?" "Yes, Master." "Do you accept that your new role in life is to do whatever is commanded of you, that you own nothing, that you are now and forever a slave?" "Yes, Master, with all my heart." "Then you are a slave, for now and forever." There was hearty applause from the crowd. Master Geoff walked to Janet and unlocked her slave collar. "I know you will obey me, we don't need this punishment collar anymore." Janet dropped to her knees and kissed the Master's boots. "I will do whatever you ask. Anything, Master." "I know you will." Master Geoff snapped his fingers and two men came forward and picked up Janet and carried her to a chair, much like the one in Master Samuel's training room. She was strapped in. She could not move. Master Geoff walked form behind the dais, where he has obtained a branding iron. "I removed your collar because you will obey, but I still want people to know that you are my slave. This brand will mark you as mine." The crowd had grown very quiet and all eyes were on the scene on the dais. "This will hurt very much, and it will mark your body forever." Janet felt her clitoris growing hard, despite the confinement of her chastity belt. Master Geoff placed the branding iron back into the fire for a few minutes, pulled it back out and walked towards Janet. One of the men hiked up her dress, revealing her hip. Master Geoff's eye were like hard, black diamonds. He brought the branding iron close to Janet's hip. Janet could feel the heat from the iron. Without warning, Master Geoff pressed the iron into her flesh. Janet heard the hiss as the iron burned into her flesh and smelled the scent of burning flesh. Then the pain hit her. She tried to escape the pain, but the straps held her securely. She screamed in pain, loud and long. Her voice sounded high and feminine. Master Geoff removed the branding iron from her hip and handed it to one of the men. Incredibly, she felt her clitoris become rock hard, it began to throb and then she came, shooting again and again into her chastity belt. Master Geoff noticed, and leaned down towards her ear, so that only she could hear. "You will be a wonderful bitch-slut. We will have such good times together." He turned to the crowd. "It is done, she is mine." The crowd clapped loudly. Doctor, now Master Michael, came forward and applied antibiotic cream to her brand. The pain deadened slightly. But her whole leg was now throbbing, like someone was hitting it with a 2x4 board. The men released her from the chair. Master Geoff looked at her, hard and cruel. "Follow me into the library and do not fall down." She made it into the library. Master Geoff closed and locked the door. He walked over to her and kissed her hard and passionately. She felt his tongue run along her teeth, then felt it probing her mouth like a rodent searching for a burrow. This continued for a few minutes, and she was growing hotter and her clitoris was growing harder. Suddenly, Master Geoff pushed her away. "Strip for me, dance for me." Janet began to strip swaying to some music playing in her brain. In his pants, she could see that Master Geoff's dick had grown hard. It was very large. When she was totally undressed, he ordered her over to him and unlocked her chastity belt. With the two of them standing up and leaning against one another, his hands began to roam her body, touching her breasts and pulling on her nipples. He licked one finger and slowly pushed it up her butt. Janet arched her back in pleasure. He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and licked it. He moved to the other nipple, she threw her head back in pleasure, and then he bit the nipple hard. She moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He pushed her down into a chair and tied her down with straps. He went to his desk and returned with an odd looking device. To Janet, it looked like some type of hole punch. Master Geoff rubbed the device over one of her engorged nipples. She tried to thrust her breast forward. It felt so good to have him touch her, but the bonds were too tight. "Do you know what this is?" She shook her head no. "This is a type of body piercer, and I'm going to use it on your nipples. It will hurt, especially since I will use no anesthesia." Her eyes grew large. Please, Master, no, not tha..." A slap across her face silenced her. He slapped her again and then once more. His face was contorted in rage. "Never speak unless spoken to. Never say "no" to anything I want." He spun around, went to a cupboard and returned with a ball gag. He unceremoniously shoved it in her mouth and locked it into place. Janet tried to apologize, but all that came out was a unintelligible gurgle. Janet could feel the drool running down her chin. He carefully fitted the piercing device over her left nipple and pressed it closed. Janet's entire body tensed, but constrained by the bonds, could not move away from the pain. A strangled scream was all that made it past the ball gag. In a few moments, the procedure was complete, and a small gold ring hung from her left nipple. He did the same thing to her right nipple. This time the pain caused Janet to momentarily pass out. When she came to, Master Geoff was standing in front of her, playing with her new nipple rings. Each time he touched one, the pain lanced through her breast and made it hard for her to breathe. She tried to steady her breathing, but when he tugged on one of the rings she began to cry. Master Geoff looked down at her. "Be quiet. You look so slutty with these adornments, I love it. You won't wear them all the time. Just when I want you to be slutty, like tonight." Then he removed the ball gag, released her from the chair and pushed her to her knees. Even though her nipples were throbbing in pain, Janet was excited. Her clitoris was hard and standing straight up. She was going to suck her master's cock. She removed his member from the confines of his trousers. It was huge-at least eight inches and very thick! She kissed its head lightly, and then began to lick his cock, down the entire length of the shaft. She sucked his scrotum into her mouth and could feel the hair scratch the inside of her mouth. She licked and nibbled his scrotum for a few minutes, and worked her way back up to the head. Her saliva was dripping off her Master's member. She took a deep breath and took him into her mouth. He was so wide, her jaws were stretched to their maximum. She tried to relax her throat muscles so she wouldn't gag. Master Geoff's dick hit the back of her mouth and began to slide down her throat, but she didn't gag, she had taken the entire length! She began to piston up and down the length of his cock, occasionally swallowing it all and just keeping it deep - throated for a few seconds. Much to soon, Master Geoff came, pumping glob after glob of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all. And without being told, began to clean off his cock with her tongue. She looked around, then up at him. "Master? A towel?" He pointed to a small sink. Janet got up and hurried to the sink, wetted a towel with warm water, went back, got on her knees and lovingly cleaned her master's cock. Her own clitoris was rock hard, and she ached to achieve orgasm. Like a dog in heat, she tried to rub herself against Master Geoff's leg. He slapped her on top of her head. "You know you are not to please yourself," he told her reprovingly. "You are to please me. Janet was contrite. "I'm sorry, Master." Wordlessly, he pushed her down on all fours. She heard him spit into his hand, and then he applied it to her anus/vagina. He spit a few more times. Janet knew what he was going to do, he was going to fuck her asshole/cunt. She was so excited; her clitoris was rock hard. If only she could come. She felt Master Geoff's massive penis press up against her hole, and slowly, inexorably he pushed into her. The pain began as a small ache, and then blossomed. She moaned and then let out a strangled scream. She felt like she was being ripped apart. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed a hold of her nipple rings and she immediately stopped moving. Master Geoff could feel her tenseness. "Relax, the pain will disappear." He continued to push into her, until he was all the way in. Only then did he stop. Janet could feel his balls against her ass. She could feel his dick deep inside of her, and then he began to move in and out. The pain subsided, and was replaced with a warmth that spread. Master Geoff was tugging slightly on her rings, but it didn't matter. She was feeling wonderful, Master Geoff's massive dick felt so good as it pumped in and out of her. She could feel herself building to a climax, and she came, ejaculating all over the floor in front of her. Master Geoff stiffened and then spewed his cum into her cunt. Breathing hard, he lay on top of her for a few moments, until his breathing slowed down. Pushing himself off of her, he pulled his spent member out of her. Janet's cunt felt empty without him inside of her. "Master, thank you for taking my virginity." Without waiting to be told, she went and got another towel and prepared to clean her residue off his member. "No," he commanded. "Clean me off with her tongue." Without hesitation she licked him clean, and then licked her own come off the floor. While she was doing that, he had been getting some other equipment out of the cupboard. He walked back over to her. "You did an acceptable job this evening. But you will do better. As reward, you will be bound for the night." "Thank you, Master." Janet meant it. She was thrilled that she had ple