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This story is of an adult nature and contains, female domination, bondage, and other deviant pastimes. If you are under age, or shocked by material of this nature, do not read the story. This story can only be published with my express permission, which has only been given to date to Fictionmania.tv. If you do read the story, I hope you enjoy it. It is my first story so please pass any comments back to me at [email protected]. More importantly, if there are any real Mistresses out there looking for a slave to feminise, please contact me at the same e-mail address. Slave to an Oriental Mistress By Maid_Jessica Chapter 1 - The beginning Let me start at the beginning. I was 30 years old, tall, and very good looking in the traditions of the Hollywood matinee idol. I was also a very successful advertising executive and well on my way to the top of my industry, I had a wonderful flat in docklands overlooking the Thames and a new Porsche 911 Cabrio in the underground garage. Most of all, I knew I was going places and I knew I was very, very good looking and boy was I arrogant with it. I didn't have that many real friends, just the usual hangers on, and work cronies, but I didn't really care. I could have pretty much any woman I wanted and usually kept three or four on the go at any one time - all beautiful and all desperate to become my wife and live the good life. Oh, I almost forgot, in those days, I had a truly enormous penis, or cock as I called it then, a full ten inches long and three inches thick, and I knew how to use it, I could make even the most frigid of women come till they were begging for mercy as I drilled them long and hard. I loved myself and looked good and I insisted that my girls were dressed to the nines - high heels, stockings, beautiful lingerie and most fashionable, if not the most comfortable designer labels. Girlfriends often complained that it would be more comfortable to wear something a little more casual, but I insisted that if they wanted to be with me, that they must look perfect and totally feminine. In short ladies, I was a complete shit - I knew it, but hell with my looks, money, job and that massive cock of mine, I did not care - I didn't need to! So there we have it girls, I had no idea then that my life would change as much as it has, and that everything that I had would be lost and that I wouldn't even have myself left - but then I deserved to be taught a lesson in manners and how to treat a lady, didn't I girls? It all started one Halloween night. One of my work cronies had decided to have a fancy dress party, and with nothing else to do, I thought I would grace the party with my presence and see if I could fill a hole in my stable - I had recently ditched an overly clingy girlfriend, who was making too many - lets settle down - noises for my liking. I really went to town on the costume, finally selecting a Napoleonic period Hussar's costume - The Death's Head Hussars to be precise. The costume looked fantastic on me, with the shiny black riding boots and skin tight black riding britches, which really accentuated my enormous cock, the short black jacket and fur lined over jacket. I made that costume look fantastic and I knew that women would be begging to get at the big package so obviously displayed at the front of my britches. The party itself started off very slowly, with only the usual desperate people, pretending to have fun, but really hoping above all else, that they might meet someone. Most of these people are usually ugly or failures, so none of them interested me. I brushed off a few such girls curtly, not wanting to be seen with them and definitely not wanting to speak to them, let alone fuck them. As the evening wore on, I was beginning to think that I had wasted my time coming to the party and was considering leaving the ugly and desperate to themselves. In fact I was on my way to tell the host what a 'wonderful' party it was, and how much I was 'enjoying' myself, but that 'sadly' I had to leave because I was going away for the weekend, when suddenly everything stopped. A true vision had just walked into the party - an oriental girl. She was tall for an oriental, maybe five feet 8 inches tall. Her hair was as black as night, but shone like the stars. Her eyes were green - vivid emerald green and the most beautiful almond shape, framed by highly sculpted and arched eyebrows. Her cheekbones were perfect and her full lips looked like they could give my cock great pleasure. Her body. sheathed in the most sheer silver evening dress, was that of a goddess. Her breasts were held high and proud on her chest and were a perfect 36C if my experienced eye was any judge. Her tiny waist sat on a pair of perfect hips, with the most delicious peach of an arse. I had to have her, she would be mine. My cock began to stir in its skin tight prison as I looked at her. I must have been staring at her, because she stopped talking to the host and turned to look me straight in the eye. I had never felt anything like it. Her stare felt like it was burrowing into my mind and soul, weighing me up, but I could not turn away, I was so captivated by this vision. She looked me up and down, eyes resting briefly on my imprisoned cock, then raised one beautiful eyebrow and turned back to continue her conversation with our host. Never in my life had a woman made me feel that she was sizing me up as a target and she the huntress - I felt nervous and small and very, very angry! How dare she! She might be beautiful, but she was a woman and I was the man! I would have her, on the end of my prick and coming like a train, while I drilled her long and hard, and then, just to prove who was in charge, I would throw her out of my flat so that she would know exactly who was master! I stormed off to get a drink and plan my campaign to get this haughty bitch into my bed. I was standing at the bar, with a half finished malt whisky and water in my hands and still angry, when I felt a hand run up the back of my leg and briefly caress my arse, just as I would have done to a woman. I tensed, ready to turn on the owner of the hand, but then a voice spoke quietly in my ear with a slight oriental accent, "Hello darling, did I startle you with my naughty hand? Would you like me to go away?" The voice was hypnotic in its perfection and I knew it was the arrogant goddess, who had angered me so much. I turned slowly putting my best smile on and was about to say something, when I caught her amused smile as I faced her. All I could do was stammer, "No, No. Err can I get you a drink?" Inside my head I was fuming again. This woman had reduced me to the state of a nervous schoolboy. Me - Simon Mackenzie - a man's man, reduced to this pathetic worm and by a mere woman! "No." she purred, "let me buy you a drink darling. I can see that I have upset you. Let me make it up to you?" This was one of my lines. I was no longer angry as much as affronted and dumfounded. I was about to say yes and ask her for a malt whisky with water, when - "Two glasses of Krug, please barman." She commanded, "I think I have upset my pretty friend here and need to make amends." As the barman smirked and poured our champagne, the goddess turned to me and said none to quietly , "You should stay of the whisky sweetie, it'll ruin your figure and then you won't be pretty anymore and that would be such a shame." I could scarcely believe my ears, this beautiful goddess was publicly treating me like a humiliated and affronted girl and each time she said something, I became more nervous and more uncertain that I would be able to bed and ditch her. The barman placed two glasses in front of us and the goddess picked hers up and offered me mine. "To us darling - may you always be as pretty as I am wealthy." she toasted. "To us." I replied and then without even thinking, "May you always be as wealthy as I am pretty." "How sweet." she replied to my immense embarrassment, "Then you must be very pretty darling, because I am extremely wealthy." My mind was in a whirl, I was at a loss for words, my usual confidence was being destroyed piece, by piece, by this woman, all be it that she looked like an oriental goddess. "I bet," she said smiling at me in an amused kind of way, "That you'd like to take me home, put me on the end of your dick and drill me long and hard, until I beg you to stop making me come." Now I was really off balance, that was exactly what I had planned until she had come up to the bar and taken control of the situation. I tried to mumble something in denial, but she reached over and gently caressing my cock said, "But darling, that's exactly what you wanted to do, and then you were going to throw me out so that you could prove to yourself that you are in charge. Don't deny it pretty, I know that's what you wanted to do." I couldn't say anything, I was looking anywhere but her face and getting redder by the second. "But you won't do that now will you pretty?" She purred, " I can feel by your excitement that you like me being in charge don't you darling?" I suddenly remembered that she was stroking my cock and how hard it was in my tight britches. I couldn't believe it - the traitor - it was as hard as bone and struggling for freedom. "You should answer me pretty. Oh and you may call me Miss Tanaka" she instructed in a voice that did not suggest any leeway for disobedience "Yes Miss Tanaka." I blurted, then realising what I had said, "I mean I don't know what you mean Miss Tanaka" "Oh, but I do darling, I do," she replied, then reaching into her handbag, "We're leaving now barman, put my drinks and my pretty friend's on this card." She handed over her platinum VISA and turned to me. "Go and thank the hostess for a lovely party, and be sure to make it genuine my pretty. Once I have signed for this, I will thank the host and meet you at the front door in 5 minutes. Don't be late darling." she ordered. I found myself obeying, without question. As I turned away I noticed the barman smirk at me. I nearly turned on him but thought better of it. By the looks of it, I was the one going home with the prettiest girl at the party, even if she was a little on the dominant side. I remember going up to the hostess - my work crony's wife, and trying to remember her name. I mumbled something about how wonderful the party was and how good she looked. She was very grateful and so pleased that I had met her friend Suki. I must have looked puzzled, she told me that the girl I had been talking to at the bar was called Suki Tanaka. I thanked her again for the party and beat my retreat to the door, wondering why I was to call Suki Tanaka, Miss Tanaka. I remember little else till we arrived at Miss Tanaka's suite at the Ritz, except that we were chauffered there in a Bentley and that I was feeling more uncertain and off balance with each second, while Miss Tanaka kept me so sexually excited that I thought I was going to burst my britches. Within minutes Miss Tanaka had me on my back on the bed lying passively as she lay on top of me kissing my mouth hard and firmly stroking my legs and cock with her long shapely fingers. When we eventually came up for air, I found the courage to timidly ask her, why our hostess at the party was allowed to call her Suki, while I was asked to address as Miss Tanaka? She smiled and replied, "Why pretty, don't you know? Caroline is my equal, my friend. You darling are not. I am in charge here and have been all night haven't I?" "Yes Miss Tanaka." was all I could weakly gather as a reply. "Now, why don't you get more comfortable and slip out of that pretty costume of yours darling, while I open a bottle of champagne." She suggested, though I knew it was an order, " And hurry pretty I want to see what you have been hiding under all that gorgeous finery." I found myself in her bathroom, and quite frankly dazed at the turn of events. Here I was, one of the city's arch womanisers, in a woman's bathroom nervously undressing like a bride on her wedding night, while this oriental goddess was opening the champagne. This was all the wrong way round - everything was upside down and twisted round about. My male ego was shattered and I actually felt close to tears I was so nervous. Timidly I exited the bathroom, having ensured that I was looking my best. The sight that greeted me was heavenly. Miss Tanaka was lying on the silk bedspread wearing the most beautiful lingerie I had ever seen. It clung to her body, like a white silk skin, revealing more than it hid. She wore only panties and a bra, but no panties or bra have ever graced such a fine body - athletic, yet voluptuous - perfection! "Take off those horrible shorts darling! They don't do that pretty figure justice at all" she ordered. Nervously I lowered and removed my shorts and stood naked in front of her. She beckoned me over with her fingers and I complied, joining her on the bed. Miss Tanaka pushed me onto my back and straddled my body. She looked down at me as I lay beneath her. The look on her face was one of triumph, her eyes seemed to glow with her victory over me. I was her conquest tonight and not the other way round. "Now we can begin pretty." She said leaning down and kissing me hard on the lips, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth and twining with my own tongue. I felt myself melting at her onslaught, with only one exception, my cock, was once again bone hard, in fact it had never been harder! Miss Tanaka finally allowed me a moment to breath. She told me to lie back and relax. She pulled my arms up to my shoulders and gently stroked her fingernails along the length of each arm. It was so relaxing, I could feel my arms tingling and then relaxing in a way I had never felt before. I tried to move them, but I had no control. I could feel everything but I couldn't find the strength to move. I must have looked like I was going to panic. "Relax pretty. Its just an ancient Japanese relaxation trick, your energy will come back in a little while. I want all your energy centred in one place tonight" Miss Tanaka purred as she moved down to work on my legs. In a very short period of time, Miss Tanaka had finished and I lay there as helpless as a babe, with my cock sticking straight up in the air like a flagpole, while almost every other part of my body was effectively paralysed. Miss Tanaka stood over me and slowly removed her panties, to reveal the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. Shaved perfectly smooth and just slightly puffy, her slit was beautiful. "Do you like what you see pretty? Would you like to kiss my pussy, pretty?" she asked imperiously "Yes." I gasped hoarsely, "Yes Miss Tanaka, please let me kiss your pussy." She slowly lowered herself over my face till I was able to reach her pussy with my mouth. My nose was filled with her musky scent as I gently kissed her outer lips, extending my tongue to taste her sweet juices for the first time. She was heavenly and I was addicted. With a little encouragement and advice, I brought Miss Tanaka to two orgasms, drinking down her love juices till she cried enough and climbed off me. She sat down beside me and picked up her glass of champagne. Taking a sip, she reached out with her other hand a lazily began to stroke my bone hard cock, sending shivers of pure lust up and down my spine. "Would you like me to fuck you pretty? Would you like me to drill you long and hard?" she asked smiling in satisfaction as I lay there moaning like a cheap whore, desperate to find relief. "Oh please Miss Tanaka," I almost sobbed, "Fuck me, use me!" She took another sip of her champagne and continued her unhurried masturbation of my cock. "If I do, what will you do for me pretty? Will you be beautiful for me? Will you be attentive and caring for me?" she asked "Yes, Yes, anything!" "Promise me pretty!" She ordered. "I promise." I cried. "Promise me what?" "I will be beautiful for you Miss Tanaka, and I will be attentive and caring for you. I promise!" "But pretty, being beautiful for me carries a price, a heavy price. So does being attentive and caring. Do you really mean what you say?" she queried stroking my cock a little faster "Yes Miss Tanaka," I groaned, " please fuck me." "I am very demanding pretty. It would be a full time job being beautiful for me and being caring and attentive. Your life would have to change dramatically, would you really do that for me?" By now she was alternatively gently raking my balls and stroking my cock, taking me almost to boiling point but not quite. I would have promised the stars just to come "Yes, anything. I will do anything for you Miss Tanaka!" "I will hold you to that promise pretty" she said as she put down her glass, "I have told you that you will have to change your life to be beautiful, caring and attentive for me. You have promised me that you accept these conditions and that you will be beautiful, caring and attentive for me. Do you still promise pretty?" "Yes Miss Tanaka. I promise. I agree." I gasped in pure lust. She straddled me and lowered herself till just the tip of my cock was in her pussy and I moaned and whimpered at the intensity of the feeling "Then we must give you a new name pretty." she commented, "We can't call someone who is going to be beautiful for me Simon." She looked me straight in the eye, a look of total power. Here gaze bore into my soul like a hot lance and I felt completely in her power. "Suzette! We will call you Suzette," she cried happily as she lowered herself down my long bone hard cock, "I have always wanted a French maid called Suzette." At that moment as her pussy lips met with my pubic hair and Miss Tanaka impaled herself fully on my cock, I knew three things. One, my name was Suzette, as it had been since birth, not Simon. Two, if the only thing that changed was my name, I could still get away and still be man, all be it with a girl's name. Three, Miss Tanaka was a very powerful woman and would take some escaping. "Do you like your name Suzette?" asked Miss Tanaka as she ground her pussy expertly on my cock. "Yes Miss Tanaka," I replied honestly, after all it had always been my name. "It doesn't really go with your body, though does it Suzette, a pretty girl's name with a man's body?" "No Miss Tanaka" I gasped as she rode my cock even closer to orgasm "Would you like me to change that Suzette," she moaned taking herself and me closer to climax "Ooh yes Miss Tanaka," I groaned hoping that she would give a male name "But you still want to be beautiful for me Suzette, don't you?" she asked "Mmmh, Yes Miss Tanaka, I still want to be beautiful for you!" I gasped as the feeling in my cock grew stronger. "Then by the power of my ancestors and your lust, Suzette, by tomorrow at sunset you will be beautiful for me!" she groaned arching her back and plunging the whole length of my cock into her pussy and milking the strongest and most powerful orgasm from me that I had ever felt. In the haze of my lust and my coming I knew three things. One, my name was still Suzette and always would be. Two, I was completely in the power of Miss Tanaka. Three, I always would be in her power. When I awoke next morning, I didn't feel any different, but I knew that my life would never be the same. I was alone in the huge silk covered bed, enjoying the feel of the cool, slippery material as I stirred. I tried to think through all that had happened last night, but everything seemed hazy, except that my name was Suzette and that I had promised to be beautiful caring and attentive for Miss Tanaka. I broke into a cold sweat and decided to get up and confront Miss Tanaka, and demand my life back. I got up and went into the bathroom. Seeing myself in the mirror, I seemed to be the same, but not quite. I seemed a little thinner, except for my hips and buttocks, which did not look the same, and my hair seemed a little longer. I stared at myself trying to notice any other differences, but nothing else seemed different, and I put it down to the mirror and my early morning befuddlement. I relieved myself and was washing my face, when Miss Tanaka strode into the bathroom and patting my backside said, "Hmm much better already Suzette. Why don't you get dressed darling and then we can decide what to do today." I was going to turn on her and demand to know what was going on. Instead I found myself smiling at her and scurrying from the bathroom to comply. I found my clothes on the floor and bent to put on my shorts, but found that I could not get them over my hips and bottom. I continued to struggle with them, until they finally ripped under the pressure of putting them on. I fell to the floor, crying uncontrollably. What was happening to me? I couldn't get a pair of shorts on that I had worn less than 12 hours ago. Miss Tanaka must have heard my sobbing, she came out of the bathroom and stroking my hair said, "Stop crying Suzette. You did ask for this to happen. By sunset this evening you will be one of the most beautiful women in the world and my French maid, not to mention lesbian lover. "But how is this happening?" I cried. "I am a witch Suzette, a very powerful Japanese witch, blessed with the power of all my ancestors, and you my darling are changing into my perfect vision of a submissive and sexy French maid. You will be my slave and constant companion for the rest of your life, serving me in any way that I desire." "Why me?" I begged, "What have I done to deserve this?" "Before I made you into Suzette, you were the most despicable male chauvinist and you needed to learn a lesson. Besides Caroline was worried that her husband's promotion was at risk because of your back stabbing in business. She asked me to move you out of the way - in a manner of speaking." "But..." I stammered, but Miss Tanaka raised her hand to interrupt me. "Before I met you last night Suzette, I was going to turn you into a pair of rubber dildo panties and give the panties to Caroline. Did you know that Caroline was a rubber fetishist, that's how we met, Suzette. Caroline was my lover for sometime before she met and married your ex colleague." By now I was cold with fear. It appeared that I now belonged to a witch as a slave. 'But when I met you Suzette, "continued Miss Tanaka, "I found a secret that you had long hidden. You were a shy little boy weren't you Suzette and all that arrogance was just an act wasn't it?" "Yes Miss Tanaka." I mumbled. "I couldn't punish you for hiding that, but I could help you to realise that shyness is not a curse. So I decided that it was time for me to have the French maid that I have promised myself for years now, and now darling, Suzette, you will spend the rest of your life as a twenty three year old maid and slave to me. You will have the most fabulous body and you will care for me as my personal maid. You will learn that I love bondage, rubber, spanking my slaves, and a host of other deviant past times, all of which you will participate in. Doesn't that all sound exciting Suzette?" I was in shock. I had been sentenced to life as a woman for the rest of my life. But worse than that as a female slave to a perverted Japanese witch. I didn't know what to say, I was too scared. I must have looked like I wanted to die rather than submit to all of this. "Never mind, Suzette. I know this is all a big change, and I was going to do this all over a week or so. I wanted to savour the changes, but I have decided to go back to Japan tomorrow morning so I am going to complete the changes now." commented Miss Tanaka I tried to get up, to run, but Miss Tanaka stretched out her hand and I was frozen to the spot. She said something in Japanese and my body moved of its own volition to the bed where it lay down. I was trying to scream, to beg for mercy, but I couldn't move my mouth. I lay on the bed and my body spread eagled itself, totally out with my control. Miss Tanaka, then began a chant in Japanese, which I could not understand and I felt my body begin to tingle and itch all over. I felt my mind begin to fill up with new knowledge, about makeup, female mannerisms, fashion and two languages, French and Japanese. As my mind filled up, I could understand Miss Tanaka. "By the power of my ancestors and the four winds, bring these changes to an end. Make Suzette my slave and make her love me." She chanted, over and over again. Finally the itching and tingling in my body began to subside and Miss Tanaka released my body from its magic spell and I slowly sat up. I immediately noticed the weight on my chest from the two pert breasts with their long pink nipples, sitting hard and puckered. Below that I could see a pale blond thatch of pubic hair, but nothing between my legs - I was a woman, my ten inch pride and joy had gone, and in its place a slit in my flesh hiding a pussy. "Oh my god" I gasped looking down at my body and feeling faint, "I'm a girl!" "Yes Suzette and now we have much to do. As you can see there is still a lot of your unsightly male hair which will need to be removed, your hair must be done, along with your makeup and nails, along with a few other things. Go to the bathroom and relieve yourself, it is the only opportunity you will have today. Remember to sit down, Suzette darling!" ordered Miss Tanaka. "Yes Miss Tanaka," I said, turning to involuntarily bob a little curtsey as I walked to the bathroom amazed at how different my body felt and how I had to hold my shoulders back to support the new weight of my breasts. I sat down on the toilet and felt my bladder let go and heard a stream of pee leave my body. When I finished I noticed how wet I was down there and reached for the toilet roll to wipe myself. It was amazing to feel the lips of my own pussy, they felt so strange, soft and sensitive. I stood to wash my hands and saw my new self for the first time. I almost fainted, I was absolutely, stunningly, beautiful. I had the most lovely long and straight white blond hair, blue eyes which had a come hither look, a tiny retrouse nose and wide full lips, concealing perfect white teeth. My face was round and pretty, with high perfectly proportioned cheekbones, highlighting my eyes. My shoulders had slimmed down and supported a long neck and slim shapely arms. My breasts were fabulous -- a 36D definitely -- which sat proudly on my chest, topped by wide pink nipples with long pink tips, which were hard and puckered. My waist was tiny and merged into a broad but shapely pair of hips and then into long, slim legs. I turned round and looked at the perfect peach of bottom on my body. I could feel an odd warmth in my groin and realised that I was getting turned on just looking at myself. I was about to start fondling my breasts, when I heard Miss Tanaka call me into the other room. I obediently went into the main room of the suite and saw several women including Caroline standing round what looked like a barber's chair. My hands shot to cover my breasts, leaving my pussy uncovered, till I realised what I had done and used one hand to cover each of my assets. "My, my Suki," exclaimed Caroline, "You have outdone yourself my dear, what a fox you have turned Simon into." "It's Suzette now Caroline," smiled Miss Tanaka. "Oh yes how foolish of me," replied Caroline before asking, "Do you want the full slave treatment Suki?" "Oh, I think so," answered Miss Tanaka before turning to me, "Suzette sit in the chair and don't be so bashful, after all we're all girls here." I obeyed and sat nervously in the chair. Swiftly the ladies had me secured to the chair by my arms and ankles and I felt the base of the chair split in two, spreading my legs wide and exposing my new pussy. "Magic is fun, Suzette, but the pleasure of real bondage is so much better." commented Miss Tanaka, "Caroline and her assistants will spend the morning getting you ready in here, while I do some last minute shopping. by the time I return, I expect you to be dressed and packing my clothes ready to travel." "But I don't know how Miss Tanaka." I pleaded. "Don't worry Suzette, I have given you all the knowledge you need, and you will know what to do when you start. Oh and from now on, you will address me as Mistress, after all you are a slave" commanded my Mistress. "Yes Mistress." I replied meekly. "Now I am going to go. You will obey these ladies without question until they leave, or I will punish you severely. Do I make myself understood Suzette?" "Yes Mistress. I understand." I answered With that Mistress left the room and went shopping, leaving me bound to the barber's chair, with my legs wide open. Caroline clapped her hands and everything seemed to start at once. My hair was washed, one of the girls started to put a hot sticky substance on my legs and another girl grabbed my left hand and started a manicure. "You know Suzette." said Caroline, "You really are beautiful, it is almost a shame that Suki is taking you away to Japan. Now that Bill's promotion is guaranteed with you out of the way, we will be able to afford a maid and it would be so nice to have you serve your ex rival and myself, both as a maid and lover." I was about to reply, when a sharp and intense pain in my leg, made me yelp. I looked down to see that a patch of my leg had successfully if painfully been waxed, leaving it smooth and shiny. "Now, now Suzette, just a little waxing. Perfectly normal for girls like us." said Caroline. And so it went on as my body was freed of all its hair, and my hair was set in rollers, with a foul smelling lotion, that I recognised as perm lotion from the smell. During this time long ceramic extensions had been placed on my finger nails turning them into glossy blood red talons, which even I had to admit looked fantastic. Caroline started on my face, waxing off the now downy growth from chin and cheeks, before plucking my eyebrows. It was painful, but not as painful as my next ordeal, Caroline herself clipped my pubic hair down to a stubble and then applied a thick coat of wax. Looking up at me and smiling she applied a strip of cotton and smartly pulled the wax and a swathe of my pubic hair out by the roots. I was beyond screaming at the pain and writhing in my seat, but Caroline continued till my pussy was as smooth as a baby girl's. As I lay there panting and sweating from the pain, Caroline began to rub a sweet smelling lotion into the painful area of my pussy. One of the other girls began to rub the lotion into the rest of my body. It smelled wonderful, like roses. By now Caroline's attentions on my pussy were having some dramatic effects and I found myself trying to get her hands to centre on my clit, I was hot and panting from lust, when Caroline slipped a long slim finger into me, I almost came on the spot with the intensity of the feeling but Caroline removed her finger, telling me that there would be plenty of time for that later on. I was in heat for the rest of the treatment as Caroline, preened and fluffed me into the perfect vision of a woman. Finally they seemed to be finished and I thought I was about to be freed, when Caroline brought a little tray, which had 7 gold rings of various diameters and thicknesses lying on it. I looked at the tray with horror. "Now, now Suzette, these are some of your slave marks, Suki, insists on it," said Caroline smiling at me, before continuing, "I will try to make it as painless as possible, so just lie back and relax." I tried and Caroline began. My ears were first. Caroline numbed then and using a gun pierced them each twice before inserting the smallest and thinnest rings into the holes. Next came my nipples, and after numbing them Caroline pierced them and inserted the two next smallest rings. I looked on in horror as she used superglue to seal the join, ensuring that it would be extremely difficult to remove them. Finally Caroline knelt between my legs and using some tweezers pulled out my clit, before numbing it. I begged her not to pierce me there, but she smiled wickedly at me and pressed the gun to the tiny, sensitive nubbin of flesh and pressing the trigger. Even with the anaesthetic, I screamed at the intense pain of the piercing. Caroline inserted the final and largest ring, almost an inch across and a quarter of an inch thick through my clit before sealing it with superglue. I was transfixed at the sight of the piercing, my clit held stretched and visible by the ring. It was a cruel and permanent form of bondage on my most private of places. "Suzette, you might not like these piercings right now, but trust me, when they have healed, which with your magic body will only take an hour, they will give you extreme pleasure, your nipples will be even more sensitive, but you clit my dear will be so sensitive that just a quick flick of the ring will get you so wet you will be in heat. The ring is wide enough that each time you move, you will touch or move your clit ring, within an hour sweetie, you will be permanently in heat." laughed Caroline. Finally I was released from the chair and helped to a mirror, where I could see myself, I was beautiful and looked like the very image of the demure but perfect maid, with just a hint of the slut to be seen. My rapidly healing piercings were beginning to work their magic and I found myself getting hotter by the minute, with a wanton look in my eyes, I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything. I was taken to the bedroom and told to hang onto the door frame. A black corset was wrapped round my waist, the front busk fastened and then Caroline started to lace me in. By the time she had finished, breathing was a challenge, but my waist had been severely reduced, and I looked even more like a Barbie doll. Then fine black, seamed stockings were put on me and attached to the six suspenders on the corset. One of the girls helped into a froth of stiff taffeta petticoats which stuck out from my waist almost like a tutu and accentuating even further my tiny waist. Next Caroline helped me into a pale pink silk maids dress, with a severely fitted waist, short full skirt and leg of mutton sleeves. It had a low neckline, but I did not notice how low until Caroline had zipped me into the costume. The front of the dress cleverly held my breasts high and proud and the neckline was so low, that you could see my stiff, pierced nipples through the thinnest of lace edging. Next came the expected tiny lace apron, with its impossibly large bow at the back. As Simon, I had persuaded a girlfriend to wear this type of outfit one evening and serve at a dinner party I was having for business guests. I had loved the look of it and the ease of access I had had to my girlfriend. Finally came the maid's cap which was pinned to the top of my head. The last item or so I thought before I put on the shoes I could see with the towering heels and the locking ankle strap was a pair of heavily ruffled and extravagant maid's panties. However before these were put on, Caroline produced a pair of black balls and ordered me to stand with my legs apart and slightly bent. I complied and she stood behind me and reached between my legs and flicked my clit ring a couple of times. I immediately moaned with the sudden and intense pleasure. Caroline then inserted two fingers deep into my pussy and began to stroke them gently in and out of me. I was whimpering with lust, when she withdrew her fingers, and I could feel her pushing the first ball into my pussy. It was large and smooth and slid easily into my eager love canal. She pushed it deep inside me and then followed it with the other ball. Quickly two of the girls had the panties on me and pulled them up tight into my pussy. They were cool and very tight and I realised that while they looked like normal silk maid's panties on the outside, they were in reality lined with latex, which had moulded itself tightly to by body. Now the balls, which I could feel rolling against each other, were trapped within me until such time as the panties would be removed. Finally after I was locked into the impossibly high heeled shoes, I stood before Caroline and her assistants - a finely presented and beautifully prepared maid. "Well Suzette," said Caroline, "We will leave you now to carry out your duties as instructed by your Mistress. I hope we will see you again, next time Suki is in London. If not, think on this. As a woman you will probably fit into society far better than you ever did as a shit of a man." "Yes Caroline and thank you for preparing me." I replied meekly "How sweet of you Suzette," she replied. "Now you will have to call the concierge to have your Mistress' cases delivered so you can pack them." With that she and her assistants left. I moved to the table noticing that I was in grave danger of coming with each movement as the balls deep in my pussy moved around against each other and the walls of my love canal. I called the concierge and asked for the cases to delivered as soon as possible, and begin to think about how I would pack Mistress Tanaka's clothes. As I thought about it, memories of how it was to be done came flooding into the front of my mind and I started to prepare her clothing for packing. I was interrupted by the sound of the door being knocked on. I moved to the door forgetting that I had the balls in my pussy and almost came. I gathered my senses and without even thinking opened the door, to see an eighteen or nineteen year old boy, in a porter's uniform. His jaw dropped as he saw me and his eyes quickly centred on my nipples, which were clearly visible through the thin lace edging of my dress. I went bright red with embarrassment and almost grabbed the cases and ran, before I suddenly thought - I am the one with power here, not this pathetic little boy. "Bring them in and put them in the bedroom." I instructed imperiously Jaw still agape, he complied and then tried to start a conversation, but I dismissed him, more out of embarrassment, than cruelty, I had no idea of how to deal with an obviously lusty young man. After all I had only been a girl for about 5 hours. I began my task in earnest and began to appreciate the beauty and quality of the clothes as I carefully packed them in the appropriate cases. I was almost finished when Mistress returned. I turned to curtsey as she entered and asked if could be of service. It felt completely natural to do so and I did it with pride. How much I had changed since last night! Mistress instructed me to get her a glass of champagne and then join her in the sitting room. I jumped to comply and took her champagne through on a small silver salver, curtseying as I presented it to her. I then stood to one side to await me next instructions. "I have been trying to arrange a passport for Suzette." she commented, "We are going back to Tokyo tonight and you are coming with me, naturally. But I couldn't arrange one and they are not items that I can magic into existence. So I have had to make alternative arrangements." My heart dropped. Was I to be given to Bill and Caroline? Please not that, serving my former crony and rival for promotion as a maid. "I am going to wear you for the trip Suzette" I looked at her, not knowing what to say. My pussy was boiling with lust and full of shiny black balls, and I was in complete thrall of my Mistress, who I knew was a witch, but she had just told me that she would be wearing me for the trip back to her home in Tokyo. "You are going to be my panties - a beautiful black silk thong, covered in the finest lace. You will nestle against my pussy and my ass. I will make you very sensitive so that you come almost continuously as I walk or move. This will in turn make me very hot, as I know that your face is pressed into my lips." I was weak with lust at the thought but very nervous. Mistress looked over at me and her eyes blazed with a green fire, and I could feel myself changing, becoming smaller and lighter. My clothes fell away from me and I was floating in the air. I felt my legs merge into one and I was bent over, my arms reaching down to allow my hands to hold my ankles. I lost the power of sight and felt my head and neck disappear into my torso. Finally all I could do was hear, smell and feel. I felt so light and whispy floating in the air like a feather. I could smell the scent of perfumed silk and hear the gentle rustle of my silky body. I heard Mistress stand and come over to where I floated in the air, she gently scooped me out of the air. Just her gentle touch made me come. I lay in her hand coming uncontrollably as she carried me. I felt her put me down gently and lay where I was put. For the rest of the evening, I heard Mistress finish her packing and then go to bed. I slept soundly, only waking when I heard Mistress wake up and get out of bed. I heard Mistress go through her morning ablutions and then dress. Finally she picked me up, making me come again. "You are precious Suzette, and you are going to make a wonderful maid. But right now, you are going to be my panties and I am going to make you come for the next twenty hours as we travel. Enjoy, my beautiful slave." With that, she pulled me up her legs, settling my face against her pussy and my own silky pussy against her anal rosebud. I was coming intensely, hearing my body as it rubbed against my Mistress' body and sense of smell overpowered by the musky scent of her love juices. "Well here we go Suzette. Me back to my home and you Suzette to a new life as a lesbian slave." With that Mistress turned and left the room, walking swiftly across the carpeted floor making me come again and again and again. In chapter 2 of the story, we will find out how Suzette copes with life as a slave in Japan, subjected to strict bondage the way only the Japanese can do it, and forced to become a lesbian Geisha for Mistress Tanaka's friends, before being loaned to a rich black American as a love slave for him and his wife.