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Initiate of Xanthia By Jenny I knew that Melanie would never understand, I also knew that Melanie would be outraged and we'd end up in a severely messy divorce. As it would be me who would lose thousand it seemed best that my other self, Jessica, stayed firmly hidden away in the boot of my car. We'd married early and started up an import/export business at exactly the right time as it turned out. We'd been more than a little bit successful, by the time we were in our early thirties we had the house in the country, the smart cars and the holidays. Melanie had her good causes, the bridge night with her friends and the accounts at all the major stores. Her wardrobes were filled with clothes and they continually tormented me. I'd had one failed relationship through my transvestism, I'd fallen head over heels for a girl at University. We'd been seen as the golden couple but that had been blown to pieces when Susie had found me wearing a pink lingerie set and high heels. The fact that the panties were round my ankles and I was sucking a large rubber dildo while sliding a smooth vibrator in and out of my bum. Her screams had brought others running and I was more or less forced out of the University they one or two of the male students made me certain offers. I'd run straight out of that relationship and into Melanie and the rest as they say was history. I'd fought against dressing on and off ever since, until Melanie asked if I would mind her going on holiday for three weeks, to the Bahamas with her card playing friends. Of course I didn't mind, dressing wasn't at the front of my mind, I would just have relished time to myself. Having seen her off at the airport I headed straight off to the golf club and had far too many drinks. Sleeping late into the following morning. When I got up I rang into the office, informing them that I was taking some time out and that Colin Jacob's was to stand in for me. In all honesty neither Melanie nor I really needed to go into work, I think we were just afraid of having nothing else to do. It was certainly that in my case, I was always terrified that I'd end up in her wardrobe. I managed to last two days before I slept in one of Melanie's night gowns. The next morning, in a frenzy, I rescued my stash from the back of my car. I shaved off my body hair, soaked in a scented bath and was soon dressing. Black stockings clipped to a stunning satin basque. I fixed my silicons with adhesive and then gazed in rapture at the wealth of clothes in the wardrobe. I settled for a knee length black leather skirt and a black stretch lace body over the basque. Having made up my face with exquisite care I settled the long curled auburn wig on to my head, fitting it carefully. I slipped dangling ear-rings into my ears, a remainder from my student days, pierced ears then slipped my stocking feet into high heeled court shoes. I was soon more relaxed and content than I had been for many years. Different day, different outfit. A clinging cocktail gown, next day I wore a white blouse and short black satin skirt, an apron finished the look and I played at being a maid for the day. By the end of the first week I was thoroughly back to being a dedicated transvestite. I experimented with so many different looks and styles, looking and feeling better than I ever had. I was certainly more convincing than I had ever been before. Perhaps it was the relaxed and intensive preparation, the unhurried dressing and the patient making up but Jessica in her early thirties looked far sexier and far more sophisticated than she had in her teens and twenties. On the Friday evening I'd gone onto the Internet and had been astounded by the number of sites and pages dedicated to transgender, from TV to shemale to TS, all ways and shapes and forms. I surfed around for a while before hitting on a site that had a chat room. For some reason I actually looked round my home office before entering, scared of discovery? At first I just enjoyed the thought that I was a mouse click away from talking to real life girls like me. I read the various messages being sent to each other, many in the States and Canada. It seemed that they were so close and yet so far. Then a two line message appeared. "Priestess Femme, any UK girls want to talk?" I watched to see if there were any replies, nothing appeared for a while, the other girls said hello but no-one began to chat. I found my fingers floating over and then dancing on the keyboard. "Hi Priestess Femme, how RU? Jessica." "I'm good Jessica how U?" "Nervous!" "Of what? B-ing caught?" "Not really, wife away, nervous of talking 2 U." "Y?" "1st chat to fellow girl!" A window flashed up on the screen, Priestess Femme was chatting one to one and was I surprised with what she had to say! "Hi J, this cosier?" "Much nicer. Thanks." "Sorry J, I'm RG, not T-girl." "Oh! More nerves!" "Y? Are U scared?" "No, more shy, feel vulnerable." "Just like an RG Jess!" "U know lots, T-girls?" "I make T-girls." I looked at this for a moment and wondered what she meant by it, so I asked. "High Priestess of Feminisation, make T-girls." Came the answer, I deduced that she was a pro Dom who forced clients to crossdress. Wrong again, "U hear of Xanthia?" "Don't think so." "Make offering, She makes pretty T-girl." "Make T-girl from what!" I tried to make a joke of it. "Of U." "How?" "U want 2 come?" "Where 2?" "U cum, then come." Was she suggesting what I thought? "U cum 2?" "Yes." "Okay." "Stroke your panties Jess." "Yes." "Pussypole hard?" "Mmm!" "My puss wet 4 U." "Pussypole hot." "Play with cockclit Jess, one finger, just on tip." "MMm! "Slow, circles." All the messages were coming from her now, thick and fast and I followed every instruction. "Stroke, up and down." "My pussypole Jess, lick fingers." "Taste me?" "Nice, more fingers, rub." "Up and down, in and out." "Really wet 4 U." My stomach muscles started to tremble, I'd never felt as turned on for years. Sitting there watching a computer screen with my skirt hitched up and working my fingers slowly up and down on the very tip of my, pussypole? No, my cockclit, that was the tip. I could feel myself growing close as another message popped up. "Want 2 cum, Jess? U must ask to cum?" I realised that my having to type one fingered whilst I continued fingering myself would slow things down. "Yes please." "Pretty, please?" "Pretty please!" "Pretty, please, may I cum?" "Pretty, please, may I cum!" "Please, High Priestess of Feminisation, please may I cum?" "Pleez, High Priestess of feminisation, please may I cum!" My spelling went to pieces the longer the torture continued. "Want to taste my pussy Jess?" "Please!" "Lick fingers, suck fingers, suck pussypole?" "Yes! Please!" "Lick and suck cockclit?" "Yes! Yes pleez!" "Cum Jessica." My pussypole spurted, rivers of cream all over my fingers, smooth and sleek over my head, my cockclit. Filling my panties and splattering over my stocking tops and thighs. "Nice?" "MMMF!" "Good girl." I was breathing so heavily that I could hardly concentrate on the screen. "Go clean up dress nice and tell me what you're wearing. Send e-mail for temple." She disappeared and I switched off the PC. She'd told me to go and clean up and then dress nicely for her. A real girl was telling me to dress up! I stripped off and put the soiled clothes into the washing machine, hanging up the rest neatly ready to be ironed and put back in he wardrobe later. After showering and redoing my make up I turned to the wardrobe and raided Melanie's silk lingerie drawers. I chose a royal blue silk teddy with matching panties. Picking out slate grey hold up stockings and put on a pair of Melanie's high heeled sandals. Over this I wore a wrap over dress of shimmering blue that slipped and slid over my skin and the lingerie. I was in utter heaven and whimpered once I'd finished dressing and saw myself in the mirror. Jason had disappeared from my thoughts entirely, replaced and over run by Jessica. I went back through to the office and dimmed the lights. I don't know why but I dug out two candles and lit them putting the holders either side of the monitor. I switched the system on and pulled up the e-mail programme. Working off line I wrote a detailed description of what I was wearing and offered my thanks for such an exciting time. When I went on line I found several e-mails waiting for me. Joanne from Edinburgh was asking me if I'd like to chat. Elaine of Bath wondering when I would be initiated. Simone from London and Jennifer of Newcastle both were asking for pictures and then the message from the High Priestess with details of her address. She was in Leeds, only twenty miles away. Her information insisted that I should arrive dressed exactly as I was when reading the message! As I was sending the e-mail to her the system told me that I had more post. "Xanthia wishes to know when you will arrive?" I didn't now what to do, could I pass in public? Should I go? What if I got caught? The system bleeped again. More post. "The Goddess is waiting your reply Jessica, She asks me to remind you that She has your address and can soon let her worshippers know where to find you." I wasn't too keen on the implied threat and was about to shut the system down when the system went into a series of bleeps, the mail box filling with messages, all with attachments. Then a single bleep. "Should you require further convincing behold images of my congregation." I opened the first and found a picture of a stunning blonde girl. The second was a brunette, the third another blonde then a girl with a hair style similar to mine. I couldn't believe that these girls were like me until I read the attached notes. "Xanthia gives the confidence to really express my true self." "I feel so 'real' since I made my offering to Xanthia." "My femme nature is potent, Xanthia made me feel loved." "I am fulfilled and free to become she who chose me thanks to the love of Xanthia." The system bleeped for a final time. "Xanthia requires your arrival time that She might be prepared for you." My fingers flew over the keys. "I shall be with you in forty minutes. Jessica." "So shall it be." That didn't show on the screen, I heard it in my head. I nervously collected a long coat from the wardrobe. Car and house keys, I borrowed a purse and handbag from Melanie, now more convinced than ever that I was doing the right thing. I found driving in the heels a little difficult at first, until I adjusted my posture and then I felt much happier. I was very relaxed by the time I reached the main road. The miles sped past. My recollections of the past seemed to slip away, all that seemed important were the past few days and most important of all the past few hours. I don't remember the last few minutes of the drive, it was almost as if I had gone onto autopilot. I found myself parking outside of a large house set back from the road and then walking up to the imposing front door and knocking. The door swung open and I stepped inside. Everywhere I looked were wood paneled walls upon which hung paintings of beautiful women in costumes from various historical times from Elizabethan up to the modern period. I felt my coat being taken from me, my hand bag as well. A soft voice behind me told me to go up the stairs and to stand in front of the large doors. I made to turn round but the voice told me that novices were not to look upon the initiates. Moving in the dress was an utter pleasure, it was so light and soft that I couldn't help enjoying myself. Moving with a natural grace that I had never previously managed. The high heels stretched my legs, making me stand straighter, pushing out my bust proudly. In no time at all I was standing in front of tall dark wooden doors. Nervous tension built up in me and I jumped when a cool voice whispered past me. "State your name girl and prepare to enter the temple." "Jessica." My voice was no more than a whisper yet the huge doors before me began to open as if my name had triggered them to open. The room inside seemed to be completely black except from candles that glittered from their wall sconces. Gold shone when the flames caught its lustre. Drapes of chiffon and silk floated from the ceiling, forming a sheer tent like canopy above me. My knees bumped into something and I was suddenly held rigid. This was disconcerting but lasted only for a second. A softly honeyed voice spoke. "Jessica, you come to the temple of Xanthia. Do you seek Sisterhood here? "Yes." I don't think I spoke, the word seemed to spring out of my body. "You wish to taste the kiss of Xanthia?" "Yes." I felt soft hands cupping my chin and then slipping behind my head to gently hold me. Soft lips touched mine and a tongue flicked into my mouth. I surrendered to the kiss, it felt wondrous, tilting my head back and accepting its passion. I felt my legs turn to jelly and my heart began to skip beats. The kiss ended as quickly as it had begun, already I was craving more. "Xanthia detects a long hidden passion within you Jessica, She sees great promise within your heart. You wish this to be freed that you might become your true self, for a time?" "Yes please!" I felt the front of my dress being opened and my lingerie beneath being caressed by a warm breeze. My teddy was opened between my legs and cold metal touched my pussypole. It slipped higher and I felt scissors cutting away my pubic hair. I thought I felt something else but a blindfold covered my eyes and distracted me. "Step forward Jessica that Xanthia might touch your heart." Whatever had been in front of my legs had gone, stepping forward I dropped to my knees, my dress gone. Something sharp touched my neck and something warm and sticky flowed into the well of my shoulder blades. Blood! It was cleaned away quickly, and my body was suddenly filled with pins and needles. It was more of an irritant than painful but I was still more than happy when it faded away. "The guilt shall be scourged from you Jessica." My bum exploded into burning pain, once, twice, three times. After the third I felt cool creams being massaged into my skin. Hands soft and gentle reached to my bra and deftly undid it. My silicons were peeled away, I don't know how as the adhesive should hold unless they are treated with a solvent cleanser. Fingers rolled and caressed my nipples and then when the little buds hardened I felt stabbing pain through them, no sooner had this died away than I felt two more in my ears. I tried to stifle a cry but still groaned loudly. Fingers continued to work at my nipples and my ears. It came to me that rings were being fitted to my ears, possibly my nipples as well! Melanie! The thought ripped into my mind, what had I done? She would be back in two weeks and then I'd be found out! "Your thoughts are unworthy of your devotion to Xanthia Jessica. You are to offer utter devotion or no further can you go. All that has been down can not be undone, you have a choice to make." I felt a warm mouth kissing the tip of my pussypole, sending electric shocks through to my very core. "Beware Jessica, you approach the threshold!" I heard the voice but couldn't respond, I was so close to orgasm and tried to fight it down, bringing all my concentration on it I began to win. On the way back from the brink something pushed me forward. Something solid and hot slipped between my cheeks, oil slipped down between them too. I knew what was about to happen but having brought all my attention to avoiding coming I couldn't find the reserves of strength I needed to do anything about it. The length slipped deeper into me than any vibrator had before, broader too, I thought I was going to be split in two but suddenly my muscles relaxed and the invader began sliding easily in and out. I couldn't stop myself and began to rock back and forth in time with it. The pressure of the lips on my pussypole increased. The tip of a tongue pushed at my cockclit, I moaned and gasped for air, my mouth was quickly filled with a hot length. "Relax Jessica, enjoy, set yourself free and become the dream. Xanthia approaches to take your offering. Beg for her caress!" How could I? I had a cock in pumping in and out of me, a cock in my mouth and someone was now nibbling and sucking on my pussypole! It was too much, my climax burned through me, I felt my pussypole spasm and throb while hot lava filled my mouth and my butt. The orgasm went on and on until finally my pussypole slackened and softened. The cock in my mouth thrust once or twice more forcing me to swallow, the cock in my butt softened and withdrew until it was wiped clean on my cheeks. I collapsed onto the cushions, spent and exhausted while hands washed me with scented flannels and the scent of incense filled the air. I was close to sleep but fought to keep my eyes open. A cloaked figure stood over me, hooded and hidden. The cloak opened to reveal a beautiful body, curved at the hip, a shaven mound and jutting breasts with nipples pierced with bars, keeping them full. Graceful hands pushed back the hood and the full ruby lips moved. The words rang in my head not my ears. "Behold glorious Xanthia, Goddess and High Priestess of Feminisation, joined as one in this Earthly body." I looked up into smiling face, seeing Susie, my lost Susie. "Welcome daughter, you shall do well, know this, that for the life you have taken then one shall be lost. Take my blessings and love with you into your new life." The air seemed to shimmer and I could smell something burning, hair, someone was burning hair. A tingle in my pubic area told me it was my pubic hair being burned, and then my head tingled. I sensed that my wig was going the same way. Then the smell of iron, wafted under my nose. I vaguely saw a golden coloured bowl. In it was a dark red liquid, blood? My blood? A sizzling sound indicated that the hot remnants of my wig and my pubic hair had been doused in it. There was a blinding flash of light and it became almost unbearably hot, only then did I faint. When I came round I found myself in a room that was completely mirrored. I was on a bed or a padded examination table. A white satin sheet covered my entire body but for my head. I found I couldn't raise my arms or my legs, it seemed that I was strapped down at the wrists and my ankles. The mirrored ceiling showed me that my face was perfectly made up I would hardly have recognised myself had it not been for my short cropped hair and even that had changed from it's dark blonde to the auburn reddish colour my wig was, or had been. I turned to look to the left and thought my nose looked a little different not as elongated or sharp. It looked much more, feminine, a button nose slightly turned up at the end. My ears looked more rounded but perhaps that was due to the dangling silver ear-rings in a waterfall style that fell all of three inches. There were also pair of gold rings from which dangled small gold coloured chains. I smelled of a soft scent and could feel an ache in both my nipples. At the bottom end of the bed was a small round vent in the wall, I tried to make out some detail in it but saw nothing that would explain it's use. How long I lay there I don't know, no one came in, there was no sound nor could I sense anything but my predicament. There came a slight whisper, concentrating my hearing I could make out phrases but made no sense of them until they grew louder. "Daughter of Xanthia, awake!" I focused my concentration, trying to work out where the sound was coming from then realised it was already inside my head. "Sit up Jessica." The command was sharp and I found my self sitting before the sentence was spoken. The vent suddenly blew purple smoke into the room. Thick and scented so heavily that I could hardly breath. I was almost gasping for breath when unbidden my lungs sucked in the smoke. It seemed to clear as suddenly as it had appeared, my eyes were watering and I wished I could wipe the rears from them. I turned away from the vent and saw that my hair had grown, saw that it was still growing. Thick lengths of luscious long locks, coiled and spilled down over my shoulders and settled on my chest. They formed ringlets and curls all by themselves. I was transfixed by the hair until my vision went out of focus, when it came back my blue grey eyes were emerald green. There was little of who I remembered remaining, that was when the dreams started. I saw myself laid out in a large ornate bed, naked but for the seemingly ever present sheet. A woman with a short platinum blonde bob and a long shimmering silver gown walked over to the bed and eased back the sheet. Her crimson lips bent to suck on my breasts and then moved down to suck on my pussypole until my body tingled. Next I was lying on a low cushioned pallet; the woman walked over to me and stroked me through the sheet then played with my nipples. I felt my arousal growing, seeing it she ran her fingers down my length and then dropped her dress to the floor. An erect pussypole stuck out pointing to my lips. They parted and I took the length willingly into my mouth, reaching up to caress her balls that withered and disappeared under my fingers when she filed my mouth. Then I was lying in a mirrored room, a sheet covered my body to my throat. I found my arms and legs were free, sitting up the sheet fell from me revealing my swelling breasts and my pierced nipples. A gold bar held the nipples erect and would be visible through any clothes that I tried to cover them with. The platinum blonde entered the room through an unseen door and pulled the sheet away completely. My penis had shrunk to three inches, perfectly smooth, rather more like a dildo than a real penis. The blonde touched the very tip with a finger and I was immediately erect, no larger nor wider but electrified by arousal. She stroked my length and my orgasm was sudden and violent. I watched as my testicles shrivelled to nothing. My skin rippled and went smooth. I woke fully and saw the sheet fall from me; my body was utterly transformed, exactly as the third dream had shown me. The hidden door opened and the voice told me to go through it. I found myself in a small lavishly furnished room. The blue dress and the lingerie I'd arrived at the house in where neatly folded on a shelf, the handbag and shoes alongside them. I dressed unbidden and found that the clothes fitted perfectly, previously they hadn't felt so exactly right. There were two doors to the side, one was signed with an Egyptian style head, the other simply said, 'EXIT'. Once dressed I moved toward a full length mirror. There was no Jason, never had been a Jason. Jessica looked back at me and smiled. I checked my shape from all angles, noting the flare of my hips, the nipped waist and the swell of my perfect breasts. The heels felt much more comfortable though they seemed a little higher. With a toss of my burning auburn hair I walked to the Egyptian door and stepped through. It slammed and locked behind me and I saw that there was no handle, no way back. I long passage way stretched before me so I followed it. I came to a door that opened for me, passing through I found myself in the warmth of a summer evening. Down a gravel drive to a large gate, standing outside of the gate was my car. The drive back home took a wonderful age, passing through a village on the way I was attracted to a small pub. I turned the car round and pulled into the car park without a second thought. A whisper came to me on the breeze when I stepped from the car. "Find she who is named Amy, offer her the blessing of Xanthia." Part Two. On entering the lounge bar I felt every eye in the place turn to look at me. The attention was far from unwelcome, in fact, my body reacted with distinct arousal. My nipples hardening, blatantly and obviously visible through my dress. My thighs lit up, burning with pleasure when I sat at the bar, crossing my legs with a soft swish of stocking. All my senses seemed heightened. My pussypole twitched but remained inert and hidden within my teddy. I'd been half expecting to be humiliated by an open display of my true nature. The silence that had fallen at my entrance was soon replaced by a growing hum of conversation, my ears picking up snippets here and there. "I've not seen her before, she's gorgeous!" "Do you think she's a model?" "You've got no chance mate, she's well out of your league!" A dark haired girl was serving behind the bar, wearing extremely tight jeans and a black long sleeved crop top. Her hair was tied back in a soft pink chiffon scarf. When she turned to serve me a warm glow built up in my stomach and the voice spoke in my head. "This is the girl, Xanthia wishes you to bless her." My eyesight seemed to become super improved and I saw that her mouth was a little crooked, her nose slightly turned to one side. She was extremely attractive but for the small imperfections that only my eyes seemed capable of picking out. Even when I wasn't looking at her directly information about her was seemingly fed to me. As if I was an empty database being filled with information. By the short time it took her to pour me a glass of red wine I knew that she was single, well known around the village for her flirtatious manner. She hadn't any really close friends and she was frightened of her overbearing Father who drank too much and was too quick with his temper. "Would you like a drink Amy?" She smiled and thanked me, I saw the light bulb come on in her head when she realised I'd called her by her name without having met me before or telling me what it was. This intrigued her and she hovered by me while she served other customers. "You don't live in the village do you? I can't remember seeing you here before." "I'm just passing through Amy, I've a house a little way along the road. Just moved in recently." I replied, pleased by the softly melodic sound of my altered voice. "Just passing through, seems the best thing for a place like this." She said sadly. "So why don't you? The world is a big bright place, a pretty girl like you would find all sorts of opportunities Amy." "Me? Pretty?" I sensed that she was genuinely surprised, she briefly thought about her left breast being slightly smaller then her right, the pain she felt in her right thigh on damp days, a legacy of a riding accident when she was a promising young show jumper. "And just what would I do in this big bright world of yours?" Her voice had a touch of bitterness in it. "In my world? Anything you wanted." I smiled and held her puzzled face with my eyes. "It's not a long journey Amy, just out of the door and into the car park. There's a big city in one direction, or, there's a nice quiet house along the road where you can find all the time and peace you'd like." Amy's face flushed pink, turning away to serve a blustering old fellow who boomed out his order. "Come on girl! Don't slouch about! I'm paying your wages with these drinks, and for God's sake smile a bit! You're supposed to keep your customers happy aren't you?" I felt an angry flow of energy building in Amy, she controlled it and set the man's drinks on the bar. Taking the money he proffered, a twenty pound note for a three pound something pence order. Amy handed him his change, gave a tight smile and shrugged her shoulders when he turned his back. She looked over at me and gave me a 'what can you do?' look. I smiled and tapped my fingers on my left wrist. Amy saw the gesture but said nothing. There was a sharp yelp and then a crash when the old man dropped his drinks. He was holding his wrist to his lips as if something had bit him. The lounge erupted with laughter and he angrily stormed out. Amy looked at me in surprise, putting two and two together. She walked calmly to the back of the bar and collected a tasselled leather biker's jacket from a hook on the wall. Walking to the hatch she lifted it, stepped through the gap and walked confidently over to me. "So can you give me a lift?" Nobody took any notice of our leaving, in fact no one noticed until there was no one to be found behind the bar. By that time Amy and I were five miles along the road, Amy smiling in the passenger seat with the window open. Her hair came loose from the chiffon scarf and blew in the draught. Her laugh was full throated and filled my heart with pleasure. We were back at the house in a further ten minutes. Parking the car at the rear I guided Amy inside and showed her round the place before settling down on the sofa together in the lounge. We chatted for a while, then I dropped gentle questions into our conversation until after an hour or so the whisper spoke. "Offer to show her something special, a secret, tell her it lies within your bedroom." I did so and saw a brief look of worry crossing her forehead. I reached out and gently took her left hand in my right and led her from the room and up the stairs. When we reached the landing I tried to keep my shock from my voice when I indicated the large wooden doors in front of us. My gesture set the doors opening and drew a startled gasp from Amy. I slipped my arm round her waist and guided her into the dark candle lit room. Drapes blew softly from the walls and ceiling as the replica of the temple created itself from my memory with the exception of the throne that was replaced by a large four poster bed, the dark wood carved into the forms of rambling roses. The bed was covered in a single white satin sheet, huge pillows propped up at the ornately carved headboard. I raised Amy's chin with a gentle finger and smiled into her eyes. Stepping away from her my dress fall to the floor. I slipped onto the bed and lay on my side, hand supporting my head. I smoothed the sheet alongside me and watched Amy. A smile lit up her face and she began unzipping her jeans. As tight as they were they fell form her waist, she stepped from them while raising the top over her head. Her white lace bra and panties dropped from he as if they'd been cut from her with a sharp knife. The temperature in the room went up by a degree or two when she climbed onto the bed beside me, wincing a little as Amy strained her thigh. I looked down on her and teased her by tickling her throat with a strand of my long hair. When I brought my hand down onto her shoulder her lips parted, eyes looking into mine I bent my head and brushed her lips with my own. Feeling a warm tingle passing from me into her, the kiss became deeper, I held back Until her tongue snaked into mine and then circled my fingers down from her shoulders and over to caress her breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth, her back arched pushing her nipples against my searching fingers. My mouth replaced my fingers, my fingers flowing down over her stomach to stroke her upper thighs. I sucked hard upon her right nipple while flooding her injured thigh with heat from my hands. Amy gasped loudly. I returned my attention to her lips, nibbling at them with my teeth and then began kissing her face from chin to nose, to her eyes and then from ear to ear. Her hands began to explore me in return, easing down the straps of my teddy until she saw my breasts and the piercing's. Her fingers rolled my nipples and squeezed, desire and lust tore through every nerve ending when her mouth closed and sucked on them. I parted her thighs and slipped my fingers between and within, feeling her groan against my breasts and vibrating through the gold bars and into my core. I took Amy's right hand and guided it gently down to my groin, encouraging her to free the clasp of my teddy. Once free I released her hand and lay back, stretching cat like full length on the bed. She smiled and rolled on top of me, nipple touching nipple, dipping her lips to mine we kissed deeply until I moaned deep in my throat. Amy arched her back once more, I sensed her need building to levels she had never before felt, a little further and she could not retreat. The voice whispered to me. "She must give of herself and take the blessing willingly." I groaned as when I felt my pussypole tingling with pins and needles. Wondering how to tell Amy what was waiting for her, she seemed frozen in time above me. The voice spoke through my lips. "Amy, there is a great gift, freely given, awaiting you. I am a Daughter of the Goddess Xanthia and offer my all for your offering in return." I didn't hear Amy say anything at all, she looked down on me, her eyes sparkling with life and longing. Her thighs parted and spread my legs with hers, hitching her hips her pussy swallowed my pussypole to the hilt. Amy went from being they prey to being the predator, moment by moment as she neared climax, filled by the presence of Xanthia. Urged and urgent, calmed and captive. When at last Amy screamed, crossing from earthbound to the higher orgasmic realm she collapsed on top of me, biting at my shoulders, muscles in frenzy clamping and releasing, changing and transforming. Her gasping, moaning climax calmed, her growling changing to a soft purr. I eased her over on to her back and slid from the bed. Covering her with the sheet, up to hr throat, before kissing her lips softly. I wondered about the changes in me and to that of the house. Dwindling memories of some past time seemed to wink at me but gradually slipped away to nothing. By the time I was beneath the steaming shower my thoughts were being guided by the whispering voice. "Daughter, there is much for you to do in my name. Know that time is of the utmost importance and, for you alas, that the steps you have taken can not be washed away. Your choice was so strongly made that your true self, she who you have become is ever mine and I shall not release you." Whether for the thrill or the torture that the voice new it would bring to me, my mind was suddenly filed with past life memories. Myself as Jason, with Susie, my business success with Melanie. I felt the aching pain of my longing to dress, magnified a thousand times. I saw times to be, opening the front door of the house to welcome Melanie home. Yet she didn't recognise me, she couldn't, as she had never seen the crossdressed Jessica let alone the shemale I'd willingly become. Now the voice was telling me there would be no return. "Remember my daughter? I life lost for the new life you lead?" I did remember, and the images continued to fill my head. I saw Melanie walking into the house. I was dressed in a short toga style tunic in crimson satin. Flat soled sandals on my feet with long laces that crisscrossed my legs to the knee. I knelt to her and she smiled, touching the back of my head, stroking my hair and told me to stand up. I followed her up the stairs, on each step stood a beautiful girl. They were dressed in a variety of togas like mine, differing only in their colours. At the top of the stairs the opening doors met us. Melanie calmly walked into the room and stood silently while invisible hands stripped her from her clothes. The hooded figure appeared from behind the bed. Walking toward Melanie the robe and hood feel away revealing the platinum blonde. Her features blurred and became Susie's. Where Melanie and Susie met a flame flared, dwindling to leave but one figure standing there. Wearing an ankle length tunic dress of the finest white silk, chains crossed over each shoulder forming an "X" between her breasts. In one hand she held a collar made of silver steel, in the other Two matching bracelets. Xanthia held out the collar, it shot from her hand and snapped locked round my neck. It flared in intense hear and my fingers could find no sign of its join. The same happened with the bracelets. Amy appeared to my left side and another girl to my right. They unfastened the clasps at either of my shoulders and removed my toga. Bending to caress and kiss my breasts and stroke my pussypole until excitement and lust burned every nerve. Xanthia gestured and her robe fell away revealing her perfect naked body to me. Amy and the other Priestess bent me over backwards until my hands were supporting me behind my head. Xanthia stepped forward, straddled me and sank down onto my pussypole. Holding my cockclit only within her she spoke my name and forced me to cum time and time again until I was sobbing my name over and over again. Amy stepped forward and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, gold chains were attached to the bars on my nipples and two chains ran from the nipples, down over my stomach and then either side of my pussypole. From here they ran back between my legs and up to melt and join my collar at the back of my neck. I felt something cold slithering round my waist, binding tight. Again on the edge of ecstasy Amy began writhing on my lips. The chain wrapped round my waist three times, chains ran from it to meet ankle cuffs of the same steel as collar and bracelets. Someone fixed a web of chains over my chest. They tightened until I could barely breath, I saw a huge dark hole and fell into it, down and down and down until I disappeared from sight. "So it is now done my Daughter, all that was is gone and none of it shall you remember. As the chains showed the link to me so do the collar and bracelets show my ownership of you. Amy shall be my first Hand Maiden, you shall be my High Priestess, there is but one to come and she will be known to you, though from where you shall not know. All those that were revealed to you are aspects of yourself, all of whom you shall be." All these thoughts, images and words whirled and turned in my imagination. They threatened to overwhelm me but somehow I managed to hold on. No longer in control of either my body or my mind I was compelled to dress in the toga and sandals. Naked but for these I found my hands waited down with lengths of steel. Two wound round my wrists like snakes, tight to my skin without being too uncomfortable. The third length slithered up my body and wrapped round my neck. I walked to the stairs and down to the front door. I watched my hand reach to the handle and turn it. I opened it to reveal Melanie standing on the step. Tanned and smartly dressed in a blouse and skirt. She stepped into the house and pointed to the floor, I knelt. Her fingers played in my hair for a minute and then she told me to stand up. "I want to see you perform for me Jessica, all of you." The voice spoke through my mouth. "So shall I Mistress for I am your servant. I have long wished to serve, and I give all that I am to you willingly." Melanie led me up to our bedroom, it was exactly as it always had been. The bed, the furniture, carpet and decor. I was told to kneel on the end of the bed while Melanie stripped. She lay back on the pillows and opened her legs, pointing to her pussy and ordering my to kiss her there. So it continued, I worshipped every inch of my Mistress with my tongue. The voice no longer spoke to me, nor did I see pictures in my imagination. Sighing and moaning Melanie held my face trapped between my legs for hours until she shivered into climax again. Pushing me away, she signaled over my shoulder. I glanced behind me to see Amy entering the room. Her hair, thick and luxurious reached her waist, her body sheathed in a black toga. She slid sexily onto the bed next to me and guided my head down to the short hem of the soft slinky shift. I kissed the top of her thighs, her hand slipped down to raise the hem revealing a six inch pussypole. Her hips shot forward and another thrust drove it deep into my throat. Mistress Melanie urged me on until I was sucking, kissing and licking Amy close to coming. I was stroking my own pussypole, Melanie playing with my nipples. Amy pulled back and hitched me round onto all fours, pushing me down between Mistress' legs until my cockclit nudges against her alter. Melanie held me there until Amy slipped her wonderful length deep between my cheeks, piercing me and thrusting me into my Mistress. Melanie wrapped my tresses in her fingers and pulled me down tight against her, locking her legs round the small of my back. I was pinned tight and unable to move other than in response to Amy's thrusts I bucked back and forth until Melanie gave me permission to cum. Then Amy filled my rear with hot cream, Melanie writhed beneath me in a frenzied climax and I found my orgasm, huge and rolling while I pulled on my nipples I woke to a pounding sound, confused and half asleep I hurried down the stairs to the front door. Pulling it open wondering what the urgency was. Melanie and her friends stood on the step, staring. I glanced down at myself and then in the hall mirror. Jessica stared back at me, tight black lace body stocking over the satin basque. Knee length black leather skirt, and high heels. My make up was perfection itself, my hair cascading down my back in golden auburn curls. Melanie looked more closely at me and then smiled. "We'll have drinks in the lounge girl, and bring my luggage in from the car." She wafted past me and called back over her shoulder, "Incidentally, should my husband arrive, tell him to speak to my solicitor. In the meantime you can bag his things up and throw them out." I almost ran to the car, picked up Melanie's cases and took them upstairs. When I got back downstairs I carried a tray of glasses and a chilled bottle of wine into the lounge. The ladies were all sitting in the conservatory. Melanie saw me enter and crossed over to me. "I didn't realise my husband had arranged help whilst I was away?" "You do have a tongue in your head don't you girl?" Her tone was menacing. "Yes, Mistress." I replied, my voice as melodic as my dream voice had been. "Good, and your name is?" "Jessica Mistress." "I think you'll do me fine Jessica, you are fully functioning aren't you?" She smiled and trailed a finger tip over my breasts. "Oh Yes Mistress!" My voice gasped while my nipples hardened. "Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered. "I thought you'd kill me!" "Well, what are you waiting for Jessica? Get rid of my husbands things." "What about the solicitor?" "We have to get some personal details changed don't we darling?" The End of the Beginning ?