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This story is copyrighted. Please contact [email protected] prior to use. Thank you. Part 1 Chapter 1 I knew it would be tough to be married to a wrestler, what with the hectic schedules and the traveling and all. But I never knew it would be anything like this. Who could have even imagined? My opportunity to marry Mary the Mauler came through one of those mailings where I could win a jackpot. I always fill those things out. I actually won a TV once. This advertisement and potential prize for the world wrestling league and first prize was a chance to marry Mary the Mauler, who was the fifth place heavy weight of the woman's league. Included was a seven day honeymoon in Vegas and capped off by the front row seats at the Season finale' and wrestling showdown. I didn't really want to marry anyone. I was happy with my computers and television. I'm actually pretty boring and have even been told as much by one of my co workers. But I did want the second prize, which was a thousand dollars. So, like with all of them, I entered. And won. I received a call telling me I'd won and that they were sending a first class ticket for me to fly from Seattle, where I lived, down to Los Angeles, where she did most of her performances. I was thrilled. I wasn't going to marry her of course. I hadn't even seen what she looked like in person. But I was getting a free trip to LA, and I figured I could trade the trip to Vegas in for cash and just go solo. I received the plane tickets a few days later, a picture of Mary, and the time and place to meet her. I was instructed to pack lightly. The picture was blurry; all I could really tell was that she had dark hair. I met her at a glitzy nightclub on Sunset called the Cat's Meow on the following Friday evening. It was pretty swank with all those beautiful California types mingling and laughing and acting very rich. I wasn't, didn't fit in and felt out of place. I was looking relatively ok for Seattle, with a polo shirt, jeans and sneakers, but LA is different. People look better there. And then Mary introduced herself to me. And she looked better than the best. She was tall, very tall, at least six feet six inches in her spike heels. She had a models face covered with colorful makeup: Glistening red lips, several shades of blue and purple eye shadow, the longest lashes I have ever seen, and thick eyeliner. Her eyes were a cold light blue. And she was big. Broad shoulders, huge inviting breasts that came at me at eye level. Her biceps rippled and as my eyes traveled from her breast past her short red leather dress to her red spikes, I could see that her legs were perfect and strong. All in all, she seemed like a perfect ten, only bigger. "Congratulations, Bobby." She said smilingly. "You've won me as your blushing bride. You like?" I couldn't take my eyes off her. She filled my vision and then I noticed that her perfume smelled wonderful, like spring and roses and lavender all at once. "Yes," I whispered. "You're beautiful." "You're so sweet." Mary said before pulling me close to her and giving me a heart melting kiss, her lips so soft, her tongue invading my mouth, exploring it. When I came up for air, I was in love, blushing and brain dead. "Bobby, this is my friend, Charlene," I heard her say, in the dim vastness of my mind. I looked and there before me stood another goddess of strength. But where Mary was raven haired and deeply tanned, Charlene was platinum blonde with her hair teased wild and her face a little paler. Her eyes were a softer brown. Like Mary, she was dressed to the nines though, her breasts almost spilling out of a leather black sheath whose hem just barely reached her crotch. "Hi Bobby," she said. "Congratulations. You and Mary will make a wonderful couple. Mary, I ordered us all double shots of tequila." "Hi, Charlene," I stuttered, finding my voice. I could feel eyes on me from the room. People were probably wondering why a small little guy like myself was in the company of what had to be the two most decked out, beautiful women in the room, if not the country. I couldn't really understand it myself. The drinks arrived and I watched as both Mary and Charlene clinked glasses, down their drinks in one gulp and suck on lime. "Drink up, Bobby," Mary said. "It's party time." Now I'm a Bud Light person. I never drink hard liquor, but these two had me in their thrall. I reached over, downed my double, grimaced, sucked on my slice of lime and turned a brighter shade of red. By now, I felt I must be lighting up the room. I had to chase the tequila with my beer. "Ohh, a lightweight," Mary laughed. "Well, we'll have you fixed up in no time. Come on. The limo is waiting." "Ok," I replied. I was already feeling the buzz. "We have a limousine?" "Sure do, baby. We're going in style. Viva Las Vegas." She put her arm around me, gave me another kiss and led me out of the club. There waited a wide stretch limo and several photographers. Lights and cameras were set up. Mary waved to the crowd who were behind the ropes that had been set up. There must have been a hundred people there. "This is Bobby Oakes, everyone. He's going to be my husband, for better or worse. And I can tell you, he's going to get a lot of both!" The crowd loved it. I felt dizzy. I'd never been in the spotlight before. I didn't know if this beautiful amazon was just play acting or what. I was in awe of this woman, both of them actually, but I felt really stupid right now. It must have shown on my face. Some of the crowd jeered. One of them yelled at Mary to maul me. A reporter rushed up to me and asked me how I felt to be marrying the most beautiful lady in wrestling. I said I thought it was wonderful and that I couldn't wait, because I thought that's what Mary would have wanted me to say. I guess I was right, because just then she gave me one of those breathtaking kisses. Then she whispered to me to kneel and kiss her hand. When I did, the crowd roared. I looked up adoringly into her eyes and saw her smiling down at me and I was proud. Humbly proud. I'd never felt quite like that in my life. She pulled me up and started me toward the limo. Charlene was already climbing in. "I'd love to chat with all of you, my loving fans, but we have nuptials to do. And we daren't keep love waiting." "You handled that quite well, Bobby," Mary said, once we were settled in the car, the commotion outside dim. "Thank you, Mary. I'm just not used to being in the spotlight." "You're a natural," Charlene added. "Here, drink this. It'll make the adrenaline calm down." Gratefully I accepted my second double shot of tequila. Mary bade me to sit with next to her and I did, feeling very comfortable enclosed by her muscular arms. I looked down along her legs and I thought that they were the most beautiful legs I had ever seen. Briefly, I wondered what it would be like to make love to her. I hadn't even considered this before, because I had just come for the free trip and maybe some money. Her picture hadn't been all that impressive and I had no interest in wrestlers or wrestling. But now I wondered how softly would those cold blue eyes become when she came. Then I wondered if I could even made her reach orgasm. For a moment, a flash, I was worried. After all, I'm only five feet six but compared to Mary I was child size, with all of one hundred thirty pounds after dinner. My hair is blond, and it seems like all of it is located on my head. It's thick and lovely there, and almost non-existent anywhere else. I don't have very much muscle and though my penis isn't too bad by regular standards, I suspected she must have had better. Suddenly, I felt inadequate. And it was with that feeling in my head that when offered another tequila, I accepted. "That's your last, groom boy," Charlene said with a laugh. "It's going to be a long night. From now on, you should stick to beer." "I agree," I gasped, laughing with her. I felt very comfortable, and somewhat giddy. This was exciting. Here I was, in a limousine with two very beautiful and kind women, laughing, drinking, on the freeway to Las Vegas. "Tell us about yourself," Mary asked me and I opened up. I told her about my school, and my job. My parents whom I rarely spoke to. Mary asked me about my last girlfriend and I told her more candidly than I normally would have, that she had broken up with me four months ago. She had found another person who she said was much better in bed than I was. I blushed at that point, but Mary reassured me that I didn't have to worry about that at all. She would handle that and bring out the best in me. I don't remember too much more of the drive from that point on, not specifically. We talked about wrestling mostly. How men's wrestling is different from women's. Apparently men fake the blows more, but women are more competitive and catty, so it's much more real. Still, who wins the match is often determined by who has the best gimmick. Mary's gimmick, if it could be called that, was that she started her matches wearing high heels. Then early in the match, she would kick them off, sometimes hitting her opponent or if the referee was one of the more fair, she would aim at the opponents coach or boyfriend. Her fans loved it. But she still wasn't number one and this annoyed her. This marriage would add more publicity to her image and that would help with her ratings. Besides, she said in a tone that might have worried me at any other time, she genuinely liked me. I was a real person, not all huff and fluff and ego. I would be easy to mold. I remember blushing when she said that. Before I knew it, the car stopped, the door opened and we were in Las Vegas at a chapel. Cameras and reporters were here too, as was another crowd. It all seemed like a blur. Mary said words to her fans. We kissed. I knelt and kissed her hands. Charlene rushed me into a room and had me try on several different tuxedoes until we found one that fit. Someone thrust some paperwork and forms at me and without even thinking, I signed them. Someone gave me a jewelry box with the ring for Mary in it. I didn't even have time to look at it. Then I was walking up the aisle of the chapel. The pews were full of fans. There was a hush. The wedding song started. Mary appeared. She was in her wrestling attire. Black leather Capri pants ended just below her knee and cut in V in front at her waist. A long line leather bra and gloves that went almost to her armpits. And her five inch spike heels. Her earrings were long leather straps that cascaded past her shoulders and lay across her breasts. A black lace veil capped her raven hair. Her makeup was different too. The eyeliner had been extended higher past her eyes. The rouge was darker and her lips glistened deep purple. And her eyes were cold. She was intimidating beautiful. Despite my buzz and the adrenaline flooding through me, I trembled. But I was pleased that I didn't look too bad myself. The tuxedo fit perfectly. I wore boots that had a four inch lift in them. My blonde hair was moussed back and high over my head. Mary would only hover over me by six inches or so. Maybe seven. Behind Mary was Charlene. She too was dressed in her wrestling gear. Hers was a full white spandex body suit with fingerless gloves and flat laced wrestling boots. She also wore a white lace veil. I thought she looked far less intimidating than Mary. Behind Charlene were six more wrestlers, judging by the size of them. However they wore lavender brides maid dresses of a color matching Mary's lipstick. The dresses were cinched in and low cut and showed off their bodies. All of them were beautiful. Mary strode purposely up to the aisle to the dais. Heads craned to follow her movement, cameras panned and reporters whispered into their microphones. They were loving this. The pastor began to speak and suddenly I had my panic attack. This was real. This was happening. I was going to be married within the next three minutes if I didn't do something quick and right now. Things were going to fast, and I felt, no longer in my control. At all. I should have said no. I should have said I can't do this. I hardly know this person. I looked at all the people packed in the pews. I met eyes with Charlene and she smiled encouragingly. I saw the cameras and I realized I was probably on television at that very moment. I looked at Mary who was smiling at me both encouragingly and coldly. I felt she was reading my thoughts, and giving me that don't disappoint me look. I thought briefly about my life and right then made up my mind and I felt suddenly exhilarated. I would do this. I would marry this person who was so lovely and had been kind to me since I laid eyes on her. I'd never taken a risk in my life and now I was. It occurred to me that she probably made a lot of money. I could even be her manager maybe. I felt freedom. I smiled back at her and nodded imperceptivity and the coldness vanished from her eyes and was replaced by relief. "...to keep and control," the pastor was saying, "to guide and mold. To dominate and discipline, for as long as you both shall live." "I do," Mary said with full solemnity. "And do you, Robert C. Oakley, promise to love and cherish, submit and accept, obey and follow the desires of your wife, with full devotion, for as long as you both shall live." Whoa. This was not the kind of wedding vows I had in mind. On the other hand, it was probably wrestling hype up talk. And I could feel almost as if I was a star in the making. The chapel was so silent that I could hear the whirring of the cameras. Even the reporters were silent, waiting for my reply. Giddily, I made them wait until I saw Mary tap her foot impatiently. I took a very deep breath. "I do." The crowd roared so loud, I could barely hear the pastor tell me I could place the ring on Mary's finger and kiss the bride. Mary extended her hand like she had earlier this evening. I fell to one knee, opened the jewelry box and slid the ring upon her wedding finger and kissed her hand. She turned her hand and in it was my ring. I bowed my head instinctively, extended my hand, and she slid a ring upon my wedding finger and then bade me to rise. The crowd and the cameras and the audience at home were eating this up. "You're doing wonderful, Bobby," she whispered to me. "Better than I had dared hope." Then she kissed me so deeply and long that my knees almost buckled. I didn't hear the cheering. I was lost in her embrace and her perfume and the sweetness of her lips and tongue. I was falling in love and very fast too. Chapter 2 The gates closed automatically as the limo passed through and along the meandering driveway. The house at the top of the hill was well lit in the night and looked peaceful and serene. On the way home, just thirty minutes outside of Vegas, Mary and Charlene had been ecstatic. Champagne had flowed liberally. "Oh, Bobby," she had said as she stroked my hair, as I nestled besides her. Her perfume and the smell of leather was intoxicating. "I have such big plans for you. You're going to help be the number one female wrestling champion in the world." "I'll do anything I can to help, Mary the married mauler." They had laughed at that and Mary had said. "Anything?" "Of course. Why wouldn't I? I suppose that's my wedding present to you. Anything I can do to help you be as big a star as you can be." "That's very gracious of you," Charlene had said. "And very noble." I knew it was our wedding night, but Charlene presence didn't trouble me at all. I could feel that there was some sort of symbiotic relationship between Charlene and Mary. Charlene gave Mary strength. I wanted to do the same. When we stumbled out of the limo, I marveled at how quiet and warm it was. There was a peaceful sense of solitude exuding from the house which I not realized was closer to a mansion. "No after wedding party?" "Oh no," Mary said laughing. "We'll do that at the Championships next week. There's simply too much for you and me to do between now and then. No, we'll have a quiet week here, getting ready. We'll have to save the honeymoon for after the match." We went up the steps, their heels click clacking on the cement and into Mary's home. Mary excitedly offered me the grand tour. The main room was huge with a stairway winding around on the left, like something in Gone with the Wind. Underneath was a passage that led to the kitchen, the dining room, Mary's office. Mary expressed her hope that I could cook, as with everything that needed to be done, she wouldn't have the time. I told her I would try. The backyard had a large pool, veranda, and a Jacuzzi. Trellises covered the patio with lush foliage. A huge lawn was bordered by a very high wall, which had barbed wire strewn along it. "What for all of this stuff," I asked. "It looks like the wall of China." "Oh, Bobby, you're so funny." Mary said. "No. But a star has to be able to escape her adoring public. This makes sure nobody comes in, and nobody leaves unless I say they can. Including you, Bobby." Her voice changed ominously, and for a moment, a fleeting second, I wondered how deep her warmth went, but it passed. "Why would I want to leave?" "Oh, you know. Second thoughts, weak will, all of that," She laughed gaily again. "Maybe you won't like your exercise regimen." Upstairs were four bedrooms, each with adjoining bathrooms. Charlene's was at one end and I was surprised at how demure and tidy it was. Pinks and white and silks and lace. Mary's almost the opposite. The four poster bed was extremely solid, covered with what had to be a leather bed sheet. Clothes were strewn around the sitting area, with piles here and there. A full bar lined one full wall of the room. Her bathroom, with its huge sunken tub, stunned me. It was black as pitch. Tub, tiles, counter, toilet. It had a simply stark excellence. Mary skipped over the other two bedrooms. "I know. I know. It's a mess in here, but it's been so hectic, and no one is allowed in my room except Charlene, and now you, Bobby. Let's finish the tour and come back here for a night cap before we change for bed and call it a night, ok?" Downstairs was a fully equipped gym, full of weights, machines and even a full size wrestling ring off to one side and a sauna off to the other. On the third, there was a windowed control room of some sort, but there were no windows to the outside. I was impressed. Next to the gym, there was a rather poorly lit hallway, lit by naked bulbs. We passed the wine cellar, some storage rooms of some sort, then the furnace and finally we came to the end of the hall and Mary pulled open a heavy door and motioned me to look in. Inside was a small room, uncarpeted but very warm from the heat of the furnace. There was a small bed to one side, a standing closet on the other, and a make up table, in the middle, it's surface covered with all manner of lipsticks, mascara's and other things that women use to make themselves beautiful. The mirror in front was surrounded by those little light bulbs that women need to be able to find every flaw. Two naked light bulbs hung above. In spite of the warmth, I shuddered. "Wow, Mary, this is kind of a creepy room. Who would sleep here?" Mary's eyes went cold as she stared at me. "You would, Bobby, if you were bad." I tried to laugh and it came out a croak. "Why would I be bad? What do you mean?" "I have very high expectations for you, Bobby. You will meet them, or you will be punished. Let's go discuss it upstairs in my room." She swung closed the heavy door and turned away, her heels clacking in the gloom. I was speechless. This had taken a rather sinister turn, I thought. It's just wrestling showmanship. It has to be. And smiled to myself. Man, she's good. But as I passed Charlene and met her solemn eyes, I felt a stab of fear penetrate my inebriated mind. Again, it passed. This was a night for revelry, celebration and making love. Tomorrow was a day for worrying. Charlene brought up the rear, turning off the lights as we went. Once in Mary's room, there was still a chill and I wanted to say something reassuring, but Mary seemed distant. She poured three sets of Tequila's and offered me one, studying me. "Thank you, Mary. I'll pass." I'd had enough." I was already swimming and I knew I would pay for it tomorrow. "No, Bobby. Drink it. If I offer you something, you will accept it." "Mary, really I've -" "Dammit, Bobby, don't argue with me! Who the hell do you think you are? Now drink it." I looked up at her. Her blues eyes were blazing cold. I met them for as long as I could. I looked away. I drank. It didn't taste very good. "Now say thank you." "Thank you." "That's better. Now remove all your clothes." "What?!? Bullshit! I will -" I never saw it coming. I didn't even see her hand rise or fall. All I know is that she had just slapped me in the face. Hard. She was glaring at me, breathing heavily. "Bobby," I hear Charlene say quietly. I hadn't even noticed her enter. "You should do as Mary says. You don't want to make her mad." My cheek was hot. "I'm not taking off my clothes unless and until I want to," I said defiantly. "And certainly not in front of you." Mary was fast. Again I'd been slapped, this time on the other side. "Bobby, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way," She hissed. "But we're going to do this. Now take off your clothes, because now you're going to get a spanking for being disobedient." I didn't say anything and I didn't move. My mind was racing. I need to get out of here. Somehow, I'd known that wrestlers were a different breed. A little eccentric and all. But Mary's eyes were cold and dangerous and right now looked just a little crazy. I realized suddenly, that I was quite a long way from home. I could be in a horror story. Hell, I was in a horror story. And a spanking? What was up with that? I was just sitting there, looking off at Mary's bed, avoiding her withering glare, when I felt Charlene loosen my bow tie and remove my jacket. Her lacquered nails unbuttoned my shirt and removed the cufflinks. "Mary, may I ask a question," I asked hesitantly. This pleased her apparently and her stance softened slightly. "You may, Bobby. But stand up and continue getting undressed." "Why are you doing this? What's going on?" I asked as I removed my shoes. "It's a long story, Bobby, but Charlene and I have it all figured out. You see, you didn't win the prize of marrying me. We chose you." She poured herself another shot of tequila and gave me one too, which I accepted of course, and drank. It dulled my fear and thoughts, which at this point I thought was a good thing. "We ran a background check on you. Smart, lonely, not very connected with the community. A couple of your co workers mentioned that you were nice. We checked anonymously. Take off your underpants too." She said when that was all that was left on. I didn't even hesitate - she still had anger in her voice. "You're just the right size, not too tall, not too big. And you have a very pretty face." She strode over to the couch and sat down. "Come here, Bobby." I did as she said and stood naked before her. She reached up and pulled me towards her and gave me one of those kisses again. Then, before I knew it, she had flipped me over her knee, and put me in a half nelson. Charlene was grabbing my legs in some sort of grip of steel. "Bobby, you'll get fifty spanks tonight as a lesson. You'll probably get the same all week as part of your training, but I want you to know, that I like you and the sooner we can dispense with this, the sooner we can be friends and lovers. You just need to obey. Don't even bother to squirm. You know you can't escape." I stopped. She was right and I was stupid. And now I felt like a puppet. "But Mary," I mumbled at the floor. "Of course I'll do as you ask. You just need to ask me-" "Bobby, I don't ask. I tell. Now you count with me. Don't lose track, or I may start over. And after each one, I want you say, 'thank you Mary, I will obey'. Can you do that, Bobby?" My body was trembling. My whole being was trembling. I shouldn't have drank any of that tequila. I should have kept my guard up. No, wait. I should have drank a whole bottle of tequila, and then this wouldn't be happening. She reached under, grabbed my balls and squeezed. "Bobby, I asked you a question. Answer me when I ask you a question." "Yes." I groaned. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I can count and repeat." "That's better." And then she started. I was totally unprepared. The slaps had hurt, but I guess she hadn't used all her strength. Her leather covered hand slammed into me hard enough to tenderize a steak. "I can't hear you, Bobby." Oh geez. I wasn't going to make it to fifty, but I could make it to one. "One. Thank you, Mary, I will obey." "See Bobby," she said conversationally. Slam! "You're my gimmick. I know I'm the best female wrestler in the world. I know this. But there's showmanship involved." "Two. Thank you, Mary, I will obey." "Over the next week, Charlene and I will train you and change you so that on Championship night..." Slam! "you'll be..." "Three. Thank you, Mary, I will obey." I said, meaning it. I was hoping she had only been kidding about going to fifty. This hurt. This hurt a lot. "...a man dressed like a beautiful woman. And when I present you to my adoring fans, I'll tell them that you weren't man enough for me to be my husband, but that since we were and are married, you'll girl enough to be my lesbian wife." She paused, chuckling, as I lay upon her leather clad legs, my penis now trapped between them, listening in stunned silence, grateful for the respite. "And you will look beautiful. You already have the foundation for it. You'll have to be a maid of course. And then, Bobby, dear Bobby. I'm going to tell Cheri the Crusher - she's who my match is. If I win that, I get to fight for the championship against Alexis Dominant. You really don't follow wrestling, do you? Well there's nothing like it." Slam! "Anyways, I'm going to tell her, challenge her actually," she went on, not noticing how I hadn't said anything. I couldn't. "that you may not be enough of a man for me, but I bet you could beat the shit out of her." Slam! "I don't think you could, actually. But you'd try, if only in self defense. And then after she's pummeled you in front of everyone, I'll fight her. And I'll win, because I'll be very mad at the fact that she's hurt you. I get that way. If anyone hurts anything of mine, I get crazy blind angry." Slam! "Only I get to do that. And Bobby, it'll be great showmanship. No one has done anything like this. Charleen thought of it. It's generous. Here, Bobby, sit up for a minute. Don't you think it's a great idea?" She helped me to sitting between her and Charlene. I looked in her eyes. They were dancing. Crazy. Excited. Happy. And even warm. "Well? Bobby, I'll be so proud of you. And I'll be number one! The best female wrestler in the whole wide world! And you'll be married to me! Isn't it just exciting?" "Mary?" "Yes, Bobby." "Could I have another drink?" "After you've finished your spanking." "I don't want another fucking spanking." I was back over her knees again. I knew it was the wrong thing to say. I knew it would get me into trouble. Even Charlene had gasped. But I could tell that even five slaps had taken their toll upon my will. That there wouldn't be too many times when I would ever again be able to stand up to her. It occurred to me that I would only have one chance and that would be to escape seven days hence. But between then and now, I had to make sure I didn't lose myself to her. Because I knew she was crazy. But I also felt in my heart that I loved her, if only a little. And then she was raining blows on me and screaming. "Don't you ever swear at me again! I told you we could do this the easy way or the hard way, but we're going to do it. I need to be number one. Now count and repeat. And tell me you love me." Mary made it to fifty, as did I. And in the blending of the pain, when it was done, I knew I was very close to the point of no return. I would obey her. And I did love her. Even though I knew she might very well be insane. Chapter 3 Sometime during my spanking, Charlene had let me go and started cutting my hair. I didn't even notice. It took me a while to notice that Mary had gotten to fifty and intended to leave it at that. "Now, Bobby honey, all is forgiven. I hope I never have to do that again," She was breathing heavily and I could actually hear a note of concern in her voice. "You just have to trust that I know what's best for you." "You don't have a choice in the matter anyway," Charlene observed wryly, finishing with my hair and carrying the pile of it into the bathroom. "I really don't like how you upset my best friend. If this happens again, it'll go much worse. I'll take care of it personally." Charlene had always been the softer one of the two, but I could hear steel behind that soft voice. When I could catch my breath - getting spanked, I now believe, is almost as hard work as doing the spanking, I asked if I could ask a question. It seemed to be a safe way to talk. "Of, course you can, Bobby." Mary strongly raised me to sitting next to her and put her arms around me. I was glad that the leather coverlet was lambskin at least, for I was very tender. "Why did you cut off my hair?" "Bobby, you're going to get rid of all your hair. You don't need it. Charlene will help you with that." She was up making herself another drink. God, she could drink. I was dizzy and tired before my spanking. Now I was exhausted. I was pleased when she didn't offer me anything. "All of it?" "All of it. We have to start from the skin out. You'll have to believe in yourself as I make you. As Cortez said to his men, when his lieutenant asked why he was burning the landing ships in the New World, it's so that there is no retreating." "Cortez said that?" "Oh yes. I studied history at Stanford. At one point I didn't know whether to be a professor or a wrestler. This is definitely more fun." "Are you going to shave my public hair too?" "Bobby. Please. All of it. Now off you go. Charlene is waiting." I'd known I was naked in front of these two vixens, but in all the commotion, I hadn't had time to realize that I was stark naked. Now I did, and blushed. But then, putting it in context, I realized that I'd just been spanked, and I was feeling very humble. I had a feeling that these two, both of them, would see me naked quite often in the future. "Yes, Mary." Charlene motioned me into the huge ebony bathtub and started putting foam on me, her hands in rubber gloves. She was efficient and thorough, but also tender. "Bobby, listen to me. You shouldn't upset Mary. She really doesn't need any worries right now." "But Charlene, what about me? It seems like all I have is worries. I'm married to a cra, I mean, I'm married to someone I hardly know." Her hands felt nice and the lather was warm. Her eyes were not unkind and not nearly as scary as Mary's; Mary's got such luminosity when they flashed, I thought they could tan me. "You? You have no worries. You just have to look at it from the right perspective." She reached my armpits and raised my arms to apply lotion there too. Then she focused on my penis and balls area. "This is a very nice set. You should be proud." "I'm not sure what you mean. Thank you for being tender." Her fingers felt very nice and in spite of everything, I could feel myself rising. "When a person is in training, whether it's in the army, or the marines, wrestling or even what you're doing, a person has only one choice. To continue or to quit. There is only one path. Forwards or backwards. There are times, like now, when one can simply make the best of it. Enjoy what is good, minimize the hurt of what is bad." She was rubbing my scalp now, smoothing the foam and giving me a massage at the same time. It felt wonderful. "So, you're saying I should just give in to what Mary wants to do to me?" Finished with my entire body, even my tender behind, Charlene removed her gloves and grabbed some small scissors. "Close your eyes. Let's say you've been drafted. Just like in the army." "Wait. You're not going to cut my eyelashes! Please---" "Bobby!" Charlene snapped. "Don't worry. And do as you're told. As long as you stay on the path, it will not be so painful. But don't make me break you into a million pieces. Now, close your eyes." I did. Gently and tenderly, I felt her cut my eyelashes to the nub. "Ok. Bobby. See that wasn't so bad. If you simply do what Mary and I tell you to, I know you'll do fine. And if you don't make Mary angry, I know she'll come to love you. We'll leave your eyebrows." "How could anyone love a freak like what you're making me into?" I asked, a tear was running from my eye. "Why did I have to be drafted?" "There. You're almost done. Now rinse. Then we'll do it again, just to make sure we didn't miss anything. She paused and looked me in the eye, "You didn't have to be drafted. No one has made you do anything until you got here." She turned on the shower and I saw and felt my hair slide away. Whole tufts fell off my arms and chest. I had never been hairy, and all of it fell away; it was scary, but almost fascinating. I noticed that my penis suddenly looked very lonely, but also much longer. I almost liked that. "I feel very naked." Charlene laughed pleasantly, now spreading another layer on me. This tingled even more. "You are very naked. But think about how naked a wrestler might feel in front of ten thousand screaming fans." "I never thought of that, but she, I mean, well Mary loves it." Charlene didn't say anything while she finished lathering me with the professionalism of a nurse. She must have read my thoughts. "I'm Mary's personal trainer and groom, so I do this for her all the time. It's ok, I know what I'm doing." After another rinse, there wasn't much hair this time, and I knew it to be the last few I had, Charlene started to lather on a different lotion, a clear gel this time. "What's this lotion? How does someone like you or Mary do that? Go out in the ring, I mean." "This gets below the roots. Nair just gets the hair out of the way. This tends to kill the hair." "Do you have to put that on me," I asked. I couldn't believe how docile I was behaving. More like the curious boy than the rebellious man. I knew part of it, was that there was no choice in the matter. And part of it was that I was very tired. But there was another part that was now simply curious about what was being done to me. "Not your head, Bobby. At least not today. Mary probably would if you made her mad. So don't. Anyways, the only way a wrestler can do all of that, to be naked and sexy and fierce and mean in front of her fans, is to feel beautiful inside. I'll help you with that. If you help me help you." "I'll try, I guess. I don't have much choice, do I?" "No. You don't. Not rinse." I rinsed. The water felt like it was rolling mercury, it was so smooth. I never knew that water had that kind of texture before. I'd always felt that it surrounded me when I swam, but I didn't know it could be touched. Charlene handed me a heavy soft towel. When I dried myself, I noticed how tingly everything felt. She took a blow drier to get rid of any last drops and then covered me in layers or talc. "All done." Charlene let me back into the bedroom. "Well, Mary?" I was red faced, naked and I could feel my little soldier standing at attention, but Mary was beaming. She walked around me, looking beautiful, very pleased. "Perfect! Bobby, you look wonderful. Here. Look in the mirror." I did and her praise became moot. I looked like a very large and ugly and ghostly white baby. Only babies have and eyelashes and a little bit of hair. I had none. "It's horrible!" "Shush now, Bobby." Charlene said quickly. "Remember what I said. Here, let's get you dressed." The piles of clothing I had seen when we entered apparently were not idly laid down. Charlene picked up something black and handed it to me. "Start with these." I held them. They were made of rubber. They felt very weird as I pulled them up my hairless legs. They were like Bermuda shorts, with a high firm waist and the leggings reached to mid thigh, the cuffs of which were also reinforced. "May I ask a question?" "Yes Bobby," Mary replied. She had another drink in her hand. The effects of her drinking were finally beginning to show. Her voice was getting a little bit slurred. "Why do you want me to wear rubber pants?" "Bobby, they'll make you feel better and they're much cleaner than wearing panties, especially since you'll be wearing this too." Mary tossed me something, which I caught. I recognized it to be a butt plug. It looked rather large, about six inches long and a little over an inch and a half wide, before tapering to an inch and then flaring to a flat base. It scared me. "I'm not," I stopped, seeing the flash in her eyes. "Why do you want me to wear this?" Charlene had put on a glove and now poured a container of liquid into my shorts. "This is to keep you smooth and not get a rash. It's good for your skin and you'll come to love it. Here. Give me that. I'll do it for you the first time." Mary had paused but now she continued as Charlene deftly smoothed the thick liquid around. It felt like mercury and clammy at the same time. "You need to wear the plug because it will help you walk sexier. It'll make you feel sexier. And it'll make you feel more submissive. And because I want you too. They'll get bigger over time." She smiled. "But they're good for you." I could feel Charlene bend me over and take a well lubed finger and push it into me. It took all I could not to jump. It made me want to go to the bathroom. Then there were two fingers and I told Charlene that it hurt. It hurt terribly and to please take her fingers out. She did. "Bobby, would you like a drink before I do this,? Charlene asked. I was thinking that maybe that would be a good idea, when in a single thrust she pushed the whole plug into me. I felt fire. I hopped around. "Do not let that come out, young man," Mary said sternly. "I can't help it. I have too. It's too big." "If that one comes out, I'll make you wear this one." Mary held up another butt plug, this one significantly larger than the last one. And fatter too. Charlene gave me another article of clothing and told me to put it on quickly. It would help. I quickly pulled up the long legged panty girdle. It was tight and difficult to get over the rubber but I tugged this way and that and finally had it pulled tight. Charlene helped me adjust the leggings of the rubber and the panty girdle so that they were aligned. Deftly, despite her long nails, she fastened the hooks and eyes on the side and then pulled up the zipper over it. My panic subsided. The panty girdle had helped push the plug in deeper, which hurt, but I knew that at least it couldn't come out. The girdle was just that tight. And then I noticed that the panty girdle really was very tight all over, especially around the waist and crotch. "Bobby, I'm proud of you," Mary said encouragingly. I looked at her and she was smiling. "You'll do very well. Just hang in there." "That hurt," I said weakly. They laughed and I found myself smiling. "Are we almost done?" They laughed again. "We've barely started. You're still practically naked. And you don't even have any make up on. Do you want to go out looking this way?" Charlene knelt before me. "Put your hands on my shoulders and raise your leg. She drew a short tanned color stocking up my leg and fastened it to the garters of the panty girdle. As I lifted my leg, I noticed that my whole body slid inside my rubber pants, the plug adjusted itself and my penis slid inside this artificial womb. When I lowered my leg, everything shifted back. A shiver of sexual tension rippled through me. Charlene then did my other leg. I didn't know much about women's underclothing, but I didn't this that eight garters to a leg was standard; vaguely it seemed to be that one would have been enough. They tugged along my legs strangely. Maybe the stockings were to get the panty girdle from riding up. Who knew? Mary stumbled over to the bar. "I'm going to have to let Charlene finish you tonight, Bobby husband. I'm getting very tired. And there's some ways to go. Charlene, wake me when the finished product is ready. I want to see my darling when she's decked out." She poured another drink, sipped it and then went over to the bed. I marveled at how, even while clearly around the bend, she could walk with such grace and strength and poise. She undid the straps from her heels and let them fall to the floor, then sat on the bed, gazing tiredly. Charlene had pulled what was like a spandex tank top over my head and now was fastening something around me. A corset, I think. "Goodnight, Mary. Dear, I'll try to wake you, but at worst, you'll see her in the morning." Her? "S'all right. Goo night Bobby," Mary keeled over before I could find my voice, closed her eyes, and was gone to the waking world. She looked even prettier asleep that awake, with those blue eyes covered. She seemed more peaceful, too. "Charlene," I whispered, not wanting to wake Mary, though I think that may have been impossible. "With Mary asleep, we don't have to do this. Can I take all of this off?" She had been fastening the clasps to what I suspected a corset, but stopped now and came to face me. She wasn't mad, not really. She looked as if I had just said blasphemy or baby talk; her face had a look of incomprehension on it. "Bobby," she said finally. "You don't even want to suggest that again. Ever. I tell Mary everything. She is my best friend. I keep no secrets from her. And you should keep in mind, that this was my idea. She intends quite a bit more for you than I had even suggested, but I would never cross her. And you shouldn't either, if you know what's good for you. Remember, what I said." "Thank you Charleen." I said it gratefully, but with just a trace of sarcasm, more than I intended for her to hear. And I was instantly slapped, twice, just as fast as Mary had done so earlier. Faster even. "Mary is your Mistress, Bobby, "she said flatly. "That is given. But I can be your best friend or worst enemy, and that's up to you. I do not abide sarcasm. Do you understand?" "Yes, Charleen. I'm sorry." I meant it. "Good." Sunshine and friendly again. "Now walk over here and hang your arms from the bed post. I want this tight." I had noticed that it was firm, but I hadn't really seen it. The corset was white satin, both inside and out. It seemed thick and I realized then that it was because it was boned, heavily boned. It was long too, from just to my chest, to just below my butt. As the lacing, yards of it, started to compress my waist, I felt another pang of concern; I wanted to say something, but held my tongue to simply grunts. Charlene kicked off a shoe, and placed her foot in the small of my back. Then I didn't have even the air for grunts - she was strong. "Much better," she said. She turned me around and knelt before me. There were two more sets of hooks and laces on either side of the front of my thighs. "Bobby, you're not allowed to loosen the back lacing, if even you could. But you will need to loosen these in order to go to the bathroom. Would you care to relieve yourself before I tie this off?" "Oh. Yes, Charlene," Between the booze, that infernal thing in my rear, and now the corset, I was desperate. "Uh, both, er, ways if I could...if I may ask?" She sighed. "No Bobby, just the one, and be quick. The other can wait until tomorrow. There is a process to that, and I too am becoming tired. It's been a long day. So be quick." "Thank you," I said even as I was turning briskly towards the bathroom. Once there, I fought to get to my now very covered penis. Pulling hard, I managed to fold up the corset, then rolled down the panty girdle. I dug my hand in to grab my member and just barely slid it out of the rubber in time. This is going to be a major job, I thought. I can tell. Finished, I slit it back into the warm and slippery embrace of the rubber, rolled back the panty girdle, adjusting it as best I could and folded the corset back down. It had felt terribly biting when everything was out of place, but now just felt very firm, like armor almost. Charlene had grabbed a beer and waited patiently, if tiredly. She kneeled before me and began to draw the thigh laces closed. I could feel the corset cup around my butt tightly. "Bobby, you won't be drinking a lot of beer, dear. You won't have time to go to the bathroom that often or take that long. Now pay attention. You will do this from now on. And remember, the panels must be laced completely closed." She tied off the laces, double bowed and tucked the strands lengthwise between the laces closing the panels. Next, she had me step into another pair of stockings, these were in black and very shiny and opaque. "You need to have stockings if you have garters," She explained, drawing this new set up my legs and attaching them carefully to the corset. Again, there were twelve garters, six to each stocking. They reached far over the panty girdle and almost to my crotch. My legs felts compressed and closed, trapped inside satin. I could feel the first pair rub against my legs, and the second pair against the first. It felt warm too. Again there was that strange tugging sensation, and I hadn't even sat down. I almost wondered what that would be like. "Well, finally, we're getting somewhere," Charlene took her beer and sipped it, looking me up and down. "not bad, Bobby. A little more to go, dear." She picked up a white satin glove from the pile, motioning me to extend my hand, nodding approvingly at nails; they were cut very short. She slid the glove up my arm. It reached all the way to my arm pit. There was a reinforcement of about three inches at the top, and small clips to secure the glove tightly, which she quickly fastened. "We'll talk tomorrow about what you can or can't take off, and when." "Uh, Charlene," I said in my best humble voice. "Do you mean I'm actually going to be sleeping in this? Tonight?" She glanced in my eyes briefly before putting on the other glove, smiling. "Of course, dear. But if you wear something all the time, you get used to it. And, adapt to it. And now the dress. No wait. One last item first. The brassiere." She held up a long line full support brassiere with full cups and fastened it around my back, her face inches from mine. She did it sight unseen. I noticed that it felt very snug. "Charlene? Why does everything seem to fit so perfectly on me?" She laughed. "That's pretty much just luck dear. Besides, it really doesn't. The corset, I think, is too loose. But we have other sizes, plus or minus, if needed." She strode to the bureau and pulled a pair of clear round shapes from the drawer. "These are to be your breasts. I believe they might be too small, in the long run, but for now...Well, they'll do. No don't touch. They are delicate. You will need to sleep on your back." With that, she expertly inserted them inside the cups of the bra. As she did so, I noticed that they weren't ordinary forms, whatever that might be, and the bra was bullet shaped like women wore in fifties movies. When she removed her hands, and let them settle, I realized that they were heavy. I fell a step forward, then arched my back, making them stick out. Charlene laughed in a nice way. "You'll have to keep your back arched. The bra will help, with the boning in the back. And you'll be doing back exercises daily to mold your figure, so don't worry. Now, finally, the dress." The last item in what had been a pile of clothes, but which was now on me, was a red satin kimono, with a dragon embroidered on it, in black. Charlene pulled it over my head, as I snaked my arms along their tight long sleeves. They had tiny buttons along the wrist to the elbow, which took Charlene some time to fasten. "This will take forever to get out of." "I know, so you won't be all that often." She zipped up the back, and fastened a row of buttons at the base of my neck. "We won't zip the slits tonight." "That's good," I said, noticing that the slits of the kimono went up either side to mid thigh. "I'm hot already." "You look hot already, dear," She said dryly. "Now for the coup de gra. Boots. Sit. These take a while too." I sat on the bed and felt a surge of sensations. The garters tugged on the stockings, the plug pushed deeper into me, as the rubber slid along my hairless bottom; the corset made a bite into me, until I straightened my back. They were strange sensations, sexy sensations in a way, but I pushed that aside. Charlene placed my foot into the black patent boot and slid my toes into the narrow point of the boot. "These will feel too small for you, but they're meant to be. A girl can't have big feet." She used a shoehorn to cram the heel in and began to lace up the boot. I felt like I was on my toes. "Charlene, thank you for your patience. Uh, how high are these shoes, I mean boots?" "These are only four and a half inches. You'll get used to higher in time. After all, you don't want to be a short legged fox, do you? Besides, they're boned along the ankle, so you won't twist them. On the other hand," she raised her head to smile at me, "they're high enough so that you will have to throw your hips out, along with your breasts..." I didn't answer, but just felt as first the one boot and then the other, got tighter, and tighter, all along my calf; they stopped just short of my knee. Charlene told me to stand and I did, immediately falling over into her. She had expected that and with a laugh, stood me up straight. "Thank you. Uh, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "Yes, Bobby. I am. This time. In the future, you'll be doing this yourself," she laughed again. "When you have time. Now for makeup. I want you to see what we're making, and then it's time for bed." With her help, I teetered over to the make up table in the corner, taking careful steps, Charlene holding my shoulder to assist. I could all the strange sensations again - the sliding, the tugging as I walked, and then again as I sat. It was unnerving. For the next half hour, Charlene gave me pointers on makeup, as she applied each piece of it. I didn't even question the idea of makeup at this point. I was tired. I knew that whoever was wearing this body probably looked very very good in what I was wearing. Probably a even a little slutty, despite the fact that I was wearing layers of spandex and satin. The base needed to be put on thick for me, as I needed to shine and be a bit more colorful that either her or Mary. The eyeshadow needed to go from very dark to shiny silver, in many shades. That took her all of ten minutes. She applied glue to my lids, and put on what looked like very long false eyelashes. They felt heavy, and heavier still after the several layers of mascara she added. The eyeliner, she told me, was the hardest, the lid liner was the second hardest. Rouge was easy, but needed to be used with caution. The lipstick would become second nature, since it needed to be reapplied most often. Finally, she plucked and colored my eyebrows. "Mary wants you to be a red head. I agree." From the closet she pulled a wig that looked huge. "Long hair, and teased tresses. You need to look the part. And part of that is that no one recognizes you until Mary is ready." She put some sort of goo in my hair, explaining that it was water soluble, and fastened the wig in place. Looking down I could see that the back went almost to my waist. She stepped back. "Perfect! It's best to save the wig for last, like the final piece of a puzzle. You look better than I expected. It won't take as long as I thought. Take a look at yourself. Stand up first." I did, holding onto the makeup table for balance, as Charlene turned a full length mirror to face me. I looked. I blinked, and the image blinked back at me. I must have stood there for a whole minute, with Charlene, sight unseen, grinning in the background. This was not me. Not at all. There was no trace of me, none that I could see. The hair was wild, wilder than I had suspected. Wild as a rock star, and long and red and golden. My face wore vivid colors of the rainbow, but it seemed to go with the hair, almost needing the makeup, so as not to look washed out by sheer power of the hair. The breasts pointed forward like mountains, my waist tapered, my butt stood out. My legs, I noticed looked long and lean. The colors, all stark, contrasted strongly, but matched. I was amazed. Speechless. That is what I was. Charlene seemed delighted. "This is the new you, Bobby. Get used to it. Now rest. Tonight is your wedding night, so even though Mary didn't invite you to her bed, I am sure she won't mind. Remember, though, lay on your back." She helped me over, laid me next to Mary, and pulled the lambskin blanket over me. "Sleep. I know you have questions, but save them for tomorrow." With that she turned off the light and left. Mary lay next to me, fully dressed, snoring lightly. I felt so tired. I wanted to get up and remove the plug, or loosen the corset, but I was just too tired. Tomorrow I thought. Tomorrow and all of this would make sense. It certainly didn't now. As I slowly began to fade, breathing shallowly, I wondered if tomorrow really would make more sense than today. But, at that moment, it didn't matter. All I wanted to do was sleep. End of Part 1 Authors Note: I apologize for the slow pace of the story. It should pick up in the subsequent chapters. I would appreciate any reviews, writing hints, advice, etc. you may have to offer. Thank you.