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Martin signed for the package, wondering what it was. It had come from Chip, one
of his friends that he had met on the Internet. They had met in the tech chat
room with a common interest in computer programming. About a week after that,
while Martin was in the #TVSex chat room, he had recognized that one,
"Mistress_Kate" had the same IP number as Chip. He took a chance and revealed
himself and they got to talking. It turns out they had similar fantasies in that
they both fantasized about becoming beautiful, luscious she-males, Chip becoming
a she-male dominatrix, and Martin a she-male slave. Their fantasies meshed
perfectly and they had spent many sessions "living out" their fantasies.
In non-sexual matters, they were both helpful to the other as well. Each was a
professional programmer and regularly used the other in Beta testing their new
programs. Most often the programs were just e-mailed or DCC'ed in the background
as they chatted, but when security was of a particularly tight nature, they'd
send the program on a disk by registered mail.
But never before had Chip sent a package. It was only a small package, about two
foot on a side, but the very fact it wasn't the standard padded envelope showed
how different the contents were.
Martin popped the package open and pulled the contents from the Styrofoam
peanuts inside. The first thing he removed was a metal semi-circle with three
metal squares padded on the inside mounted on it. The next thing was a small box
attached to an I/O connector. It looked like it would plug right into the back
of his computer. The last thing he pulled out was a ZIP disk, labeled "IISb2.7"
Martin put the disk in his computer and opened it up. Inside was a text file
entitled "Read Me First" and an untitled Installer application. He opened the
text file and read it. Contained within were the System Requirements (which he
more than had) and a message saying:
Plug the box into your computer.
Run the Installer.
Put the headband on. The squares should be at your temples and in the
middle of your forehead.
Run the IIS program.
Contact me on ICQ.
Trust me. We will have fun.
Martin wondered what was going on, but decided to give it a shot. He did
everything Chip had asked. The IIS program looked like a simple IRC interface,
but Martin guessed it was much more. He then checked ICQ and quickly found Chip,
letting him know that everything was ready.
Chip sent a return message: 8) Ready for a real trip?
Martin: What is this thing?
Chip: Relax and trust me. You won't regret it.
Martin: Fine. But if your toy screws up my computer, you owe me big.
Chip: *LOL* It's a deal. Safe bet, though. You ready for some real fun?
Martin: Yeah, but what does IIS stand for?
Chip: Now, now, Martina. That'd ruin the surprise.
Martin gave the screen a curious look. Usually, Chip only used the name Martina,
Martin's subbie name, during their IRC games. Looking at the IIS program in the
background, Martin figured IIS was a new type of IRC program and Chip wanted to
test it with some role-playing. He slipped into role and said:
As you wish, Mistress Kate. What would you have me do?
Chip: Very good, subbie. Pull the IIS program to the foreground, Ping me,
then get comfortable.
Martin did as he was commanded, sitting back in the chair and placing his hands
comfortably on the arms of his chair. A message showed on the IIS program
window:
Get real comfortable. 30 seconds to start.
The screen then started counting down from thirty, in five second intervals.
When the screen hit zero Martin felt a brief tingle. Before he could do or say a
thing, metal clamps appeared from under the arms of the chair, securing his
arms. He felt a tight belt encircle his waist. He looked down to see himself
locked in. He struggled a bit and found himself securely strapped in.
How was this possible? Was this some kind of virtual reality? He could feel the
straps on his body. More, he could feel the friction generated by his struggles
against the straps.
The desk in front of him disappeared and his monitor moved backwards, morphing
into a door mounted on his wall. The door opened into the wall (Martin knew
there was nothing behind that wall) and Mistress Kate stepped out. Not Chip, but
the she-male goddess Martin had so often imagined in their games. She was six
feet, four inches tall including the five-inch heels on her thigh-high leather
boots. Elastic straps came from the tops of her boots, past the leather panties
that barely contained the massive bulge at her crotch, to the leather corset
that held her double D cup breasts. She wore long, leather gloves that went all
the way up to the shoulder-side of her elbows. She held a riding crop in her
right hand and was casually striking it against the palm of her left hand. Her
hair was glowing, sunflower blonde, a direct contrast to her otherwise black
outfit, but the hair was no less severe. It was a pageboy cut with just enough
body and curl at the end to let people know she was a woman.
She stood over him and stared down with a cold, steely gaze. "Hello, Martina.
Are you prepared to worship me?"
"How? What's going on?"
Mistress Kate slapped him. He smelled the leather, tasting it on his lips.
"Answer my questions directly. Are you prepared to worship me?"
Martin felt compelled to say, "Yes, ma'am."
"Good. As to your question, I am a techno-witch, combining magic and technology.
When you installed that program, it allowed me to use your computer as a gate to
use my magic in your home."
"This is real?!"
Mistress Kate pointed her crop at his collar and dragged it down his shirt.
Every time it touched a button, the button flew off and the shirt parted. "As
real as it gets."
Martin trembled. "What are you going to do to me?"
She reached into his shirt and palmed his chest. "I'm going to make your fantasy
come true. I'm going to make you into my she-male slave." Martin watched as she
pulled her hands straight back, pulling the flesh with her. She then opened her
hand, allowing his now huge (at least triple D) breasts to flop on his chest.
Martin could only mutter in shock, "Oh, god. Oh, god." He could feel the flesh
of his globes resting on his chest, and the cool feel of Mistress Kate's gloves
lingered on his tingly nipples.
"Very good. Now it's time for you to prove your devotion." She pulled her
panties down a little, freeing her dick. She stroked herself and quickly grew to
her full nine-inch length. She leaned forward and pressed her dickhead to his
lips. He tried to keep his lips closed, but she reached down and rubbed his new
breast. When he couldn't help but moan, she shoved her dick into him. She placed
her hands on the back of his head and started fucking his face. Martin felt
humiliated, but also excited. He couldn't help himself. He sucked and nursed her
dick, finding himself wanting to swallow her load. And she obliged him,
continuing to force her dick in and out of his mouth until she unloaded her seed
in his mouth. She held his head, forcing him to swallow her load.
She pulled loose, and Martin licked his lips. The cum actually tasted nice. It
was both salty and sweet, just like he thought it would. He looked up and smiled
at her. "Thank you, Mistress, for blessing me with your juices." It was the
thank you he was required to give her whenever she came inside his body, mouth
or ass.
She smiled. "Very good. I think you deserve a reward." She stepped behind him
and reached around to take his boobs in hand. He moaned in lust as she fondled
his boobs and flicked her fingers over his nipples. He unconsciously bucked his
hips in a sexual motion, although no pressure was being applied there. It took
only a minute of this before he was creaming his pants in orgasm. After he came,
she asked, "What do you say, Martina?"
"Thank you, mistress, for causing this sissy slut to cum in her pants." And he
meant it. He knew he should be terrified of what was happening, but he couldn't
help it.
Mistress Kate touched her crop to the chair. The seat straightened, and Martin
went with it, being forced to stand. She said, "Time to get you more properly
attired for your role." She waved her hand at the door that had appeared and it
changed to a full-length mirror. She touched her crop to him and all his clothes
disappeared. She looked him up and down, musing on what she wanted. She
muttered, "A little too thick in the waist," and an unlaced corset grew from his
hips up, pushing his breasts up and out to the world. She waved her hand and the
corset laced itself up, forcing his waist in so tight, he had trouble breathing.
She waved her hand at his legs and his legs were hairless; then stockings
appeared and rolled themselves up his legs. She tapped her crop to each foot,
and with each tap a shoe with an incredibly high heel, at least six inches,
appeared on his foot. "One last touch," she said as she waved her hand over his
face. And as simple as that any trace of masculinity in his face or head was
gone. Even his hair was now a beautiful woman's style.
Mistress Kate waved her hand at him and the restraints released. He stepped
forward, teetering on his heels. "How do you like it?"
Looking in the mirror, he said, "I... I look beautiful."
"Yes, you do. Now what do you say?"
"Thank you, Mistress, for my new body."
"Very good. Time to go."
"Go? Go where?"
"Just for a walk around the block."
Martin blanched. "Outside? But I have no panties. And my breasts... my nipples
are clearly visible."
"So? Come along."
She turned to go through the normal entrance, but Martin stalled, saying,
"Mistress, please."
She snapped her crop against her boot. "Martina! Come along!" She turned and
went to the door. He wanted to protest, he wanted to stay, but he found himself
unable to do either. He found himself following without a word, his breasts and
dick swinging freely.
They walked down the street, and Martin felt dozens of eyes on him. He felt
shamed and humiliated, but also aroused. They got to the end of the street. In
the yard was Mrs. Worthings. She was a nice lady in her mid-40's, still pretty,
but not beautiful. Martin always thought of her as kind of a proper lady, and
wondered what she'd think of the sight of him. When they got close, she asked,
"What is this?"
Mistress Kate replied, "This is your neighbor, Martin, now Martina."
Martin felt ashamed, and then shocked when Mrs. Worthings said, "Good to see the
sissy's finally learned his place. May I use him?"
Martin stood there dumbfounded as Mistress said, "Of course. Do a good job,
Martina." She then pushed him into Mrs. Worthings' yard.
He walked over to her. She told him, "On your knees, bitch." He went right to
his knees. She pulled up her skirt, further surprising him when he saw she
wasn't wearing any panties. With a single command, "Lick," he found himself
compelled to bury his face in her pussy. He applied himself with diligent love
to the task. He loved her taste and smell, but after far too short a time, she
screamed in orgasm and stepped back. He whimpered a bit, but she ignored him and
told his Mistress, "Not bad. Maybe I could use him again?"
"Any time. Come along, Martina." She walked on and he reluctantly followed.
It was only a couple seconds before a cop drove up, with his siren running. They
stopped and the cop got out. "What's going on here?"
"Just taking my sissy for a walk."
He grabbed his crotch. "Well, maybe for a little special treatment, I can forget
about arresting you for indecent exposure." Martin grew afraid. He had never
wanted sex with a guy, and his mistress had never had him do it in chat, but he
had never been anywhere for real, either.
Mistress Kate waved her hand at the cop, and he changed. His head became a
woman's, his body grew curves, and his chest grew and expanded until his shirt
burst open, revealing a pair of hooters that were as large as Martin's and
Mistress's combined. The cop turned to Martin and took his boobs in hand. As he
fondled himself, he asked, "Would you rape my ass, Martina?"
Knowing that Mistress Kate loved to "see" him doing it with other she-males,
Martin stepped up, turned the cop around, bent him over, and plunged his hard
dick into the cop's ass. Martin fucked the cop with the cop giving him
encouragement like, "Do it harder," and "Make me your bitch," and other such
colorful phrases.
When they got close, Martin stopped. The cop whimpered as Martin asked, "May we
cum, Mistress?"
She smiled. "Of course, darling. You've been a good subbie today." Martin
resumed fucking and soon he and the cop were soon cumming together.
Martin pulled out and stepped back. The cop just stood there fondling his boobs.
Mistress said, "Come along, Martina."
He asked, "What are you going to do with him?"
"Leave him there to fondle himself."
"Why not give him to Mrs. Worthings?"
"Good idea." She waved her hand at the once cop and said, "Go." The new she-male
wandered over to Mrs. Worthings' yard.
The two went back to Martin's place. Inside, she asked him, "Did you enjoy
that?"
"Yes, ma'am." He knew he shouldn't have. He had been paraded around for public
exposure and forced to engage in public sex, but he couldn't help it. He had
loved it!
"Good. Time for our closing act." The closing act in all their previous, online
meetings had been her fucking him. A chair with no arms appeared behind her and
she sat in it. He immediately went to his knees before her. She parted her legs
and he crawled between them. Her panties disappeared, and he immediately started
licking at her now exposed dick. As soon as she started getting hard, he sucked
her into his mouth, bobbing up and down on her. He used a copious amount of
saliva, knowing that his primary goal was to lubricate her. He was not to bring
her to orgasm until she was deep inside him.
It took only a few seconds to get her as hard as she needed to be. He stood and
she closed her legs. He straddled her legs, took her cock in hand, pressed it up
into his bum, and slowly lowered himself onto her. She buried her face in his
cleavage and licked his boobs as she powered him up and down on her. Soon he was
bouncing up and down in desire, saying, "Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" Before he could,
she stopped licking him and slammed him down on her. He whimpered and tried to
resume, but she held him solidly.
She ordered him, "Stop it!" and he froze. "You're here for my pleasure. Now lick
my breasts." He leaned over, figuring he'd have to bend himself way out of shape
in order to get to her boobs, but his tongue shot from his mouth and was now
long enough to lick her with just a tilt of his head. In fact, his tongue was
now long enough that he could and did easily lick both of her breasts at the
same time. He used his new, longer tongue on every square inch of her boobs,
trying to lick both of her nipples at the same time and succeeding more often
than not. It was only a short bit before she was moaning in lust and resumed
bouncing him up and down on her. She then screamed in orgasm and slammed him
down. He felt her fluids fill his ass in a way never before possible with simple
cyber-sex, and it gave him a sexual rush that pushed him right into an orgasm of
his own.
After they came down from their sexual high, she gave his butt a playful swat,
saying, "Time to get up. I need to go."
Martin got up but begged, "Please, no, Mistress. Stay with me and let me worship
you as your sub should worship you."
She smiled and stroked his face. "I wish I could. You'll understand." She leaned
over and kissed him.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the world had reverted. He was sitting in front
of his computer; now back to what it was. The IIS screen was filled with a text
description of what had just happened, with far more detail than any IRC session
he had ever been in. He looked down and saw his regular, breastless chest. He
was amazed. Had it all been some fantasy? He could still feel Mistress Kate's
lips on his, still smell her perfume.
Thinking over what had just happened, Martin realized that every sensation was
fresh in his head and on his body. He not only remembered the sex, but could
feel the cum in his pants and drying on his ass. But when he felt down below,
there was no stickiness holding his pants to his ass. There was plenty of
stickiness up front, but even an illusion could've done that to him.
He got back on the computer and pinged his partner.
Martin: Are you there?
Chip: Still here. Did you like it?
Martin: Hell, yes, but what happened? What did you do?
Chip: That was IIS, the Imagination Interactive Simulator, the next step
in V.R.
Martin: V.R.? It wasn't real? You're not a witch?
Chip: *LOL* I wish!
Martin: How did it do that? It was so real!
Chip: That's the point. Regular V.R. creates a virtual world and submerges
the senses within it. Since no computer can handle every detail in a real
world, standard V.R. always appears blocky and unrealistic.
Martin: And IIS?
Chip: IIS creates only the barest outlines of a world, then utilizes your
own brain's dreaming capabilities to create the rest.
Martin: Wow
Chip: I know. Tomorrow you'll get the software for creating and running an
IIS fantasy of your own. Next time we meet, Martina, I expect you to knock
my virtual socks off. ;)
Martin: Will do.
Chip: What was that, MARTINA? :)
Martin: My apologies. As you wish, Mistress Kate.
Chip: Same time tomorrow, Martin?
Martin: Hell, yes.
The two signed off. Martin went to the bedroom to get a new pair of pants. Just
walking was a new sensation. His legs ached from being stretched out on heels
that never really existed. And he actually missed the sensation of breasts
bouncing on his chest. He wondered what it would take to get real breasts, but
quickly dismissed that. He could wait till tomorrow, and then he'd have breasts
again. And as many days after as he could.
The end
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