The Red Shoes free porn video

"The Red Shoes" By Jennifer Richardson My fianc?e Beverly was away on a girl's only holiday to Ibiza for two whole weeks. At the airport when I'd dropped her off she'd laughed and told me to work hard while she was away. "Plenty of overtime Alistair, then I can blow it all on decorating when I get back!" I waited until she'd checked in she met up with her friends in one of the bars and had sent me off with a disinterested wave. There had been catcalls and raspberry's directed at my retreating back when I left. Going down the stairs to the main concourse a broad smile spread across my lips. By the time I was picking up a pile of fashion and beauty magazines from the bookshop my smile had become a self-satisfied smug grin. Not leaving anything to chance I waited in a coffee lounge until her flight was called then went up to the observation area and watched her plane taxi out from the terminal and take off. Hurrying back downstairs through the concourse and out into the car park, I drove back to town more quickly than I possibly should have, cutting through the traffic and causing many a blast on a horn. By mid morning I had soaked in a hot scented bath shaved my body entirely and then sat myself before Beverly's dressing table. My two weeks off work might have taken some explaining to Beverly but not half as much explaining as if she'd seen what I was about to do. From a large suitcase down at the side of the stool I took a soft lace bra in a pastel shade of peach. I deftly fitted it to my body, an indicator that I had done so many times before. I did the same with a matching suspender belt, deeply encircling my waist. Panties in peach satin slipped up my legs and over my thighs to gently cup and caress my entrapped maleness. The high cut legs pulled me in tight leaving behind a smooth feminine profile. Sheer tan stockings whispered along my long smooth legs and clipped to the suspender straps, easing them to fit snugly. Glancing down I wiggled my toes and smiled at the pink gloss perfectly painted on my toenails. I turned my attention to my hair, still damp from the bath. A little long at the sides and at the back and normally held in a short ponytail that Beverly hated. I brushed it through with a hearted volumizer, and then blow-dried it into a soft curled under bob. My make up was softly feminine to compliment my hairstyle, soft blue green eye shadow over a light foundation. A touch and no more of lash curling mascara and defining pencil. Soft pink lipstick with a hint of gloss and a touch of blush to my cheeks. Pearl dropped earrings slipped in place and a four string pearl choker fitted round my throat, teamed with a matching bracelet and a ladies watch. I decided to add a pendant and chain, the drop stone nestled between the bra cups. I took to square boxes from the case and a spray can. The spray can was a very secure fixative for the boxed silicon breast forms that filled my bra's cups perfectly. I could feel the sticky spray gripping my skin though not unpleasantly. Without the use of a solvent cleanser I knew that the breasts would not and could not be removed. With a similar type of adhesive I fixed glossy pink talons to my nails and then stood to see my reflection in the mirror. Alyson looked back at me and pouted prettily, to finish the transformation I stepped into a pair of high-heeled white strap sandals, appreciating the pull on my legs muscles and the feminising effect they afforded. From the case I selected a floral print button through dress with capped quarter length sleeves. The bodice of the dress enclosed me tightly as it has elasticated seams that draw together when the front is buttoned. I left the top two undone and was pleased by the slightly displayed cleavage. Continuing the buttoning to mid thigh I left the remainder undone. Posing in front of the already set up automatic camera, I captured the moment with a series of photos. The phone rang and distracted me, so after the final flash I set off down the stairs to answer it, leaving the pile of pictures lying on the floor and the final one still processing. Typically the call was a wrong number. I carried on through to the lounge and ensured the front windows were secure, then the front door, then the dining room windows. Upstairs was secure; my male clothes securely locked in the wardrobe and the key for the padlock in an envelope, self- addressed. Picking up the case I returned downstairs and continued checking the rear of the house, windows and connecting door to the garage. I put the case out onto the patio and then returned to the kitchen to collect a bottle of wine and two wineglasses. With the self-addressed envelope beside me, the back door key ready and as a precaution against the post, the spare back door key hidden under an ornamental flowerpot, I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. After dialling a number I waited impatiently for an answer, six seven, eight rings then the voice. "Hello?" "Mistress, this is Alyson, I am ready to submit to your service." "Leave the side gate open, put on the blindfold and await me as agreed, do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." I whispered in reply. Mistress Diana had entrapped me a month ago when she'd seen me nervously selecting the very lingerie I was wearing. The department store had been very busy and I was close to panic when she had appeared at my side. Dressed in a black business suit and with her long black hair scraped and pinned severely back she had smiled knowingly and asked if I was buying something for my wife. I had replied that I was and she had smiled slyly. I remembered the next question as if it had been burned into my mind. "Are you sure they will fit you?" I'd said yes before I'd had time to think, she'd said that if I didn't do as I was told she would humiliate me on the spot so I'd meekly followed her to the sales desk and bought the lingerie and a scarlet leather skirt for her. I had thought that might have been the end but she insisted on a meal and then drinks. I'd become tipsy and agreed to go back to her house to sober up. She'd plied me with black coffee but laced it with brandy. When I came round she'd dressed me in the lingerie and made up my face. She'd also taken photographs of me and found my home and works addresses in my wallet. The threat hung in the air, if I didn't visit and serve her, the photos would be sent home and to work. I'd had little choice but to fall in with her plans. Today however would be the first time she'd seen me completely feminised and for two weeks I would serve her as her cross- dressed slave. Turning away from the table I made my way to the back door picking up the soft black silk scarf that would serve as the blindfold on the way. I locked the back door behind me and put the key into the envelope and sealed it. I was to hand the envelope over to Mistress Diana on her arrival. On the patio I arranged the sun lounger as ordered, tilting it back to about forty-five degrees. Removing the already loosened cork from the wine bottle I decadently swallowed straight from the bottle, sliding the neck in and out between my lips. I half choked and fought to swallow, I realised with some shock that I'd drunk nearly half the bottle. I couldn't possibly offer Mistress a glass from a half empty bottle so I poured one glass and then hid the bottle and other glass in the shrubs to the right of the patio. Sitting sideways on the lounger I drank the glass and then giggled, tossing the glass away into the shrubs then lay back and wrapped the scarf round my eyes blocking out the sun and completely blindfolding me. Reaching down I undid two more buttons of my dress and felt it open, brazenly displaying my stocking tops. A shiver of excitement trembled through me and provoked me to open another button at the top, knowing now that the peach bra was revealed. Settling down I slipped into a half awake dream of Mistress Diana. The half sleep must have turned into a deeper sleep, the combination of the sun's heat and the wine effectively knocking me out. The sharp click of the latch woke me from my slumber; footsteps came along the gravel path and then onto the patio. Something was placed on the table to my left and then I lost all sense of any movement. Silence reined, Mistress had told me not to say anything until I was spoken to so I remained quiet. The lounger was nudged slightly and I felt the heat of the sun being shaded. Fingers fumbled at the buttons of my dress then gently opened it to allow the soft breeze to kiss against my panties. Fingers unbuttoned the top and again parted the dress; hands gently squeezed my breasts then stroked along my skin to my throat. I heard the sound of a zip, and then something gently touched against my lips, hard and a little rubbery. Mistress Diana had informed me that I would submit as fully as a woman as I could, opening my mouth and forming a tight "O" with my lips I felt the head nudge forward and then smoothly and sexily slide deeply within and filling my mouth. Slowly, oh so slowly, the shaft stroked in and out. My hands reached to touch tightly fitting jeans and slid up to cup tight buttocks, supporting when the thrusts quickened. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper. All the while I sucked and lashed my tongue against the hot length, beginning to squirm in abandoned arousal until something slapped my chin. Once, twice then three times until the legs I held went rigid and the length fired a hot sticky cream deep into my throat, coating the roof of my mouth, so much of it that the inside of my cheeks were filled and I was forced to swallow. The cheeks clenched under my hands and then relaxed, holding still until the length slipped from my lips. The legs stepped away and a zip was drawn up, my mind wouldn't come into focus I was so turned on and so hugely confused. "You really are a horny little slut! I'll not even ask you for a signature." There was a laugh and footsteps moved off, the gate closed and I heard the roaring engine of a van and then tyres screeching away. I leapt from the lounger and tore off the blindfold, eye searching for something but what? A large box sat on the table marked with my name and address on it. Other than that there was nothing to see, the garden being completely enclosed by tall conifers. I felt shocked and stunned but the trace of excitement burned within me and I ran my tongue round my lips. Tasting the slightly salty essence, a smile started to grow on my lips, then a giggle. I crossed to the box and started to open it. Inside the lid I found an envelope on which was my name "Alyson." Underneath my name was the sentence, "Open this first." I pulled out a piece of paper on which was a short note and then some printed instructions. "Alyson, I do hope you said thank you to the strapping young man who delivered this. At this very moment he is on his way back to me so I shall shortly receive a full report of your behaviour toward him. For your sake I trust you have been compliant, kind and appreciative. You are now to follow the instructions below, to the letter and with immediate effect." "First you are to strip naked, you must do so before you open the rest of this parcel. Secondly you are to neatly fold your clothes and place them in the garden shed. Thirdly you are to open the rest of this parcel and look at the contents. Fourthly you are to lift out each item and kiss it, and then place it on the lounger. Fifth you are to dress in the items. You must not miss out on anything, when dressed you are to kneel in the middle of the lawn with your back to the side gate. You have one hour." A tingling thrill shivered through my veins, if she could control me from a distance how would it be one to one? Thoughts of the young man brought an unbidden smile to myself. I slipped off the dress and as instructed took off the lingerie. Making a neat pile of them, I walked to the small garden shed and placed them carefully on the bench. This task completed I returned to the box and began unwrapping the things inside. The first thing was a pair of red patent leather court shoes with six-inch heels and broad buckled ankle straps. In each shoe there was a two-inch padlock. I kissed the heels and placed them on the lounger. I did the same to a pair of tight red rubber panties, red fishnet, and lace top hold up stockings and red rubber bra. There followed a red rubber mini-dress that seemed to me to be far too small, red shoulder length gloves, also in rubber and finally a five-inch smooth shaped plug. With them all lying on the lounger in front of my disbelieving eyes I became a little bit frightened. Normally this would have turned me off but my penis reared up rigidly. I bent over and picked up the plug, I sucked on it and got it nicely slippery, bending over fully from the waist I eased the head of the plug against my rosebud and relaxed my muscles at the same time I guided the plug in. It spread me open wide until it was in fully, the rounded base fitting tightly between my cheeks. When I stood up straight a burning flame burned up my spine and made me groan, gradually my muscles adjusted until I moved when the burning sensation would capture me again. Due to this discomfort, it took me a while to get fully dressed. Gasping and moaning all the while until fully encased in the tight second skin of shining rubber I was able to walk carefully out onto the lawn. The spike heels sank into the turf and I found it difficult to walk. When I began to kneel I felt the plug almost tear me in half, I had to move gently and smoothly, almost gracefully in order to achieve the required position. With the ankle straps securely fastened with the padlocks I could not run away. With the fully inserted plug I couldn't move quickly, in short I had made myself captive by the order of my Mistress and there was nothing I could do to avoid whatever was to happen to me next. The feelings of vulnerability and submission excited me more than anything ever had; yet my physical response had disappeared completely. Kneeling stock-still there for as long as I did began to be painful. I had pins and needle in my legs and my bottom seemed to have gone to sleep. If I tried to shift my weight or my centre of balance the cramps set in and I shied away from the pain. At long last I heard the side gate again. My memory sparked; surely this couldn't be another visit from the young man again? Hands suddenly held my head and a collar was fitted tight around my throat then a lead was dangled before my eyes. Her voice came from behind me. "Show me your submission, take the lock on the end of the lead and attach it to the link at the front of the collar. You will then thank me and stand up in one fluid movement. When you stand do not speak, make no sound, and enjoy the experience of subjugation." I found the end of the lead and the loose dangling lock. Closing my eyes and pursing my lips in concentration I found the link and fed the neck of the lock through it. Snapping it locked I lowered my rubber glove sheathed arms to my side and spoke. "Thank you my Mistress, for your ownership of me, for controlling me and for creating me." I tried to move as carefully and as easily as I could but fireworks seemed to be going off in every muscle and bone. Nerve endings tingled and burned and I found myself clenching my teeth in an attempt to stay quiet. Once upright my rear passage began to burn, the intense heat flamed and engulfed me, pleasure and pain combined and forced me to moan low in my throat until I panted and gasped. A sob escaped my lips and my head tilted back, my body went into spasm and I felt a huge climax building. I fought to quell it but failed, moaning and sobbing, trembling and shivering I became slave to the sensation and lost myself in the welcome orgasmic sensation. After long minutes of sobbing I finally calmed down. Through it all Mistress Diana had not spoken and now stepped round me to face me. If the heels had not sunk into the turf I would have stood over her by three inches or so. I saw she was dressed immaculately in a high-necked white silk blouse and a long ankle length skirt. Her hands were gloved in black leather; her right held the strap of the chain lead. "As you see Alyson, there is nothing you can do about submitting to pleasure, you cried out and sobbed your joy in the prettiest way and gave yourself over entirely to your dreams. This is indeed a good start, had you found the strength to fight your submission I would have left you here as you are, as it is, I shall now take you with me to where you will serve me as my slave and be yourself, your own self, Alyson." When she tugged the lead I jerked into step behind her, each step producing further pleasure pain from the plug. Mistress kept the chain taut making me take short little steps in the six inch heels, my behind wiggling in a caricature of a feminine walk. We went through the side gate and down the front path, into full view of all my neighbour's windows. I closed my thoughts to what they might see and concentrated on the back of Mistress Diana's wonderfully styled French plait. Out side of the front gates sat a sleek open topped sports car. I was pushed into the tiny back seat and the lead attached to the front passenger seat. Mistress Diana walked round to the driver's side, got in and started the engine, pulling the car away from the kerb and driving very slowly down the road and out of the estate. I kept my head rigidly forward refusing to look to the sides in case anyone saw me. Once out of the estate Mistress put her foot to the floor and then eased off when we approached the centre of town, she circled the office where I worked twice before setting off once again at high speed. I began to wonder if she was trying to attract the attention of a traffic cop but thankfully I didn't see any. We drove straight through the city and out into the county on the other side. Once onto the country roads she terrified me with her drying, the wind ruined my hair and my eyes ran with tears, due to the lead I couldn't do anything to get out of the draught so was forced to endure. By the time we shot off the road onto a rough track I had absolutely no idea where we were. The track continued for mile after mile, deeper and deeper into a dense pine forest. The track suddenly went sharply uphill and through large iron gates, I caught a glimpse of them closing behind us in the driver's side mirror. The car screeched to a halt in a cloud of billowing dust. In front of some very imposing wooden doors, much of the dust seemed to have coated my face. I knew I would look a proper mess and despaired of ever looking attractive again. The lead was unhooked from the passenger seat and I was told to get out of the car. My limbs ached and again the plug made me squirm. The taut lead dragged me up a flight of stone steps, Mistress Diana used a large brass key to unlock the door and then dragged me into a huge cavernous hallway, stone flag floors and dark wooden panelling on the walls. A huge double staircase faced us with landings leading off both left and right. "Go upstairs Alyson, turn left at the top and go to the third door on the right. You will find your quarters there, attached is a bathroom. Strip completely and bathe, leave the clothes you are wearing outside of your door in a neat pile, you are to keep the shoes. In the wardrobe you will find some clothes, put them on and attend to your face. Wait in the room until I come to fetch you. Do not look in the cupboard until you have bathed and dried yourself." She dropped the lead and smacked my backside hard, driving the plug deeper and making me yelp. I was half way up the stairs when I suddenly remembered my case full of clothes. I'd left it behind on the patio! I paused and turned at the same time seeing Mistress Diana walking off through a door downstairs to the right. Her heels echoed round the room as she went out of sight. I decided to broach the subject of the case when I had a moment. I hurried as best I could in the heels along to the designated room. Unknown to me Mistress Diana had gone along a passageway to a large lounge. There the mysterious young man was sprawled on a sofa watching a bank of closed circuit television system that covered the house and the grounds. He sat up when Mistress Diana entered and smiled a greeting. "Take the van down to his house again, you will find a suitcase and box on the patio. I have no doubt that a spare key will be hidden somewhere or other, under a plant pot or ornament. Take the key and he case into the house and go up to the main bedroom. If he has followed his instructions to the letter there will be a padlock on the wardrobe door, I supplied the padlock and this is the key. Remove all the male clothing in there, and take it down to the van. Take out all the coat hangers that you need and hang up the clothes from the suitcase in the wardrobe. Leave everything else as you find it." She handed him the padlock key and then continued with her instructions. "Just before you leave the house put this envelope on the front door mat, leave by the back door and lock it. Pick up the box and the packaging, go to the shed and retrieve the pile of clothes. Drop the key in through the front letterbox. Bring the clothes from the shed back here and drop all the clothes from the wardrobe in at some charity shop. Check the drawers for underwear, remove that as well." She added as an after thought. "Is the CCTV all set up to follow the tag?" "Yes Mistress, the tag in the collar is working fine, the camera's will follow every movement. When you have placed the ID chip under the skin you can remove the collar, if you like." The youth replied. "I take it she was good to you?" "Oh yes Mistress! Very good indeed!" He enthused; Mistress Diana smiled and told him to get on with it then left the room. I soaked in the bath for a little while, washing off all the dust that had stuck to me. After placing the rubber wear outside of the door I sat in front of a small mirror and looked with interest at the cosmetics on the shelf beneath. Post box red nail varnish and matching lip-gloss, bright blue eye shadows and very thick mascara. By the time I'd finished making up my face I looked like an absolute tart! I stood up naked and caught a glimpse of myself in a full-length wall mounted mirror. The silicon breast forms looked entirely realistic, being the same tone as my skin. I looked like a she- male, my penis in sharp contrast to my breasts and fully made up utterly convincing face. I smiled at my reflection and couldn't resist stroking myself. I managed to control myself and took a deep breath, stepping toward the small cupboard opposite the mirror. Bending down to open the small door I saw a note attached to it. It instructed me to replace the plug before dressing. Standing with my legs slightly apart I bent at the waist, spreading my cheeks with my left hand I slipped the plug all the way in, in one fluid movement, smiling at the lovely sensation of being filled. I saw my rear reflected in the mirror and giggled to myself. I now opened the cupboard and found a pair of frilly white panties, white lace suspender belt and sheer white stockings. The bra was completely see through, the nipples of my breasts clearly visible through it. I dressed in front of the mirror as I wanted to make sure that the suspender straps were nicely straight to the stocking tops, adjusting them so they were taut but the stockings weren't pulled too tight. I posed, looking at myself from all side. There was a small soft bristled brush on the small shelf with which I brushed my damp hair when it dried I was so pleased to see it shape itself back into the lovely turned under bob. I sat in the lovely white lingerie wondering how long it would be before Mistress came for me. She had made me remove my watch and there were no clocks in the room so time took on a dimension of its own. I giggled to myself when I remembered my first thought about the room, it seemed to be a cross between a cell and the small rooms set aside for patients in a hospital ward. I'd been bothered when I had begun to strip, how was I supposed to get undress hen I couldn't remove the padlocks on the red shoes? Minutes later I found the small key attached to a sprung cable hanging from the shelf. I turned to the red high heels now and put them on. Fastening the buckles I paused before snapping the locks closed. Moments later I heard the door opening, looking toward it in nervous anticipation I noticed there was no handle on the inside. Mistress Diana stood before me in a one-piece black leather cat suit. A cat mask covered her eyes. On her feet she wore a pair of ankle high patent leather boots. Her hands were again gloved, in her right hand was a horse crop she tapped the tip against her leg and beckoned me to stand. Stepping further into the room she took hold of the lead and turned me round so I was facing the mirror then flicked the tip of the crop against my frilly knickered bottom. I flinched though the pain wasn't sharp it did make my inner muscles clench against the plug. I was made to pirouette on the spot; she kept hold of the lead so the chain wound round my neck. A tap of the crop made me turn the other way until the chain unwound. Mistress Diana moved to the door, the chain growing taut until I followed her. Out on the passageway I noticed that there was a large mirror at regular intervals, whenever we passed one I tried to catch a glimpse of myself and of what was happening to me. We stopped outside of a leather covered door, Mistress opened it and slapped the crop harshly across my behind, and again I winced against the sharp pain yet felt great excitement growing inside. Lights came on I and I was able to see a large room with the length of the left-hand wall and the wall directly in front of me were mirrored. To the right were wall bars. There was also a medical examination table and over to the left a large trunk and a small platform. It was toward this platform that I was lead, urged onto it by a tap from the crop. Mistress Diana walked round as if inspecting a slave on the block. She used the crop to make me raise my arms, spread my legs and tilt my heads one way and another then straight up at the ceiling with my legs shut tight together with the crop between my thighs under my panties. Mistress stepped back and turned her back to me and then returned. Sliding the crop out slowly, at an angle so it rubbed against my trapped manhood and making me whimper. When she told me to look straight ahead I saw a printed proclamation on the mirror, slightly above eye level. I hesitated a moment too long and received a stinging blow from the crop, I began to read aloud; "I am the she-male slave Alyson, I am owned by all of woman kind. My crime is the impersonation of the superior female. My punishment is to be trained and transformed, a punishment I agree with without hesitation. I submit my mind and body to the control of Mistress Diana who will treat me as she sees fit. It is my most heartfelt wish that I become Alyson heart and soul and therefore agree to and beg for my punishment to begin. I submit myself to my transformation and welcome the changes that will be forced upon me." Mistress Diana removed the sign and went over to the trunk and lifted back it's heavy lid. I tried to look sidelong to see what it contained but it was out of my line of sight. Mistress removed some things and carried them round behind me. The crop gently touched my eyes, a cue for me to close them; it rested on my glossed lips until I kissed the tip. I felt a strap being fitted to my left ankle and then the right, the same to my wrists. A tinkle of chain told me that I was being afforded restricted movement at both ankle and wrist; the chain from wrist strap to wrist strap ran behind my back. Her gloved hands stroked round my waist and then held something cool and unyielding against my tummy. My hands were tapped sharply by tip of the crop and I moved them to hold the thing against me. It was cool and smooth to the touch, without seeing it I knew that it was made from stiff leather. Mistress Diana tugged at the leather from behind, making me struggle for balance, again and again she tugged, between the tugs I could hear the sound of laces being threaded. After around seven hard pulls I was told to take a long deep breath and to hold it. As soon as I had Mistress drew the laces tight, constricting my waist and lower stomach. This went on and on until I could barely breath in at all. I heard the laces being tied off very tightly in the small of my back, I guessed then, and experimented later, knowing somehow that my chained wrists would not be able to reach the laces. The crop again touched my lips for my kiss and then my eyes, giving me permission to open them. I gasped when I saw my reflection; a gasp that made me splutter so controlled and constricted was my breathing. Another proclamation was on the mirror but the crop stopped me from reading it. The leather bustier had tightened my waist and lower stomach, forcing my figure to become waspish and curvy. My buttocks were more rounded, my hips smoothly curved and my breasts even secure within the bra were jutting out proudly. The crop was moved away from my lips and I read the proclamation I front of me. "I, the she-male slave Alyson accept this gift in the certain knowledge and wish that it enforces me to conform and transform. I wish now to be taken to the medical room for further treatment." I stepped down from the platform and was led from the room, the ankle chain in tandem with the spiked heels forced me to take smaller, elegant, steps, my bottom wiggled and breasts jiggled. The bustier forced me to take shallow breaths and my reflection in the mirror was a revelation, I was walking gracefully, even regally. As all this registered my mind was still trying to come to terms with the husky soft voice I'd read the second proclamation. I was still considering what this might mean when we stopped at another door. When it opened I saw that it was set up like a surgery including a screen and a vast array of shelves containing bottles and vials. I was placed in the centre of the room, Mistress Diana moved over to the screen and moved it to the side. A gleaming black leather examination, the twin of the one in the earlier room was wheeled forward alongside me. The crop tapped the top of the padded table and then my eyes; I stretched out full length on my back with my eyes closed. My wrists and ankles were then strapped to the table and another broad strap was tightly fastened over my throat and then stomach, another over my knees until I was completely immobile. The whole table was then jacked up for a few inches. The crop ran over my eyes and I opened them to see that the ceiling was mirrored. Another printed statement was directly above me, growing use to this by now I read it out loud, my new soft husky voice astounding me: "I the she-male slave Alyson humbly and sincerely request that Mistress Diana continue my transformation. I do so I the full and certain knowledge that what begins today will utterly change me forever and accept this as my own freewill." Obviously, being bound and restrained as I was this wasn't of my own freewill but the extent of control she was exerting on me was obviously intended as an exercise in enforcing my submission. I found the thought both frightening and exhilarating and couldn't wait to see what would happen next! I felt a sharp pain in my wrist and realised it was a hypodermic needle; I felt liquid entering my veins and then slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. Had I been awake I may have been able to see Mistress Diana give me a series of injections, along the veins in both arms. She drew large amounts of clear liquids from brown-labelled bottles; hormone accelerates, anti androgen, hormone precursors and steroids. A larger needle delivered and ID chip like those used to register pet animals. Along with this was a slow release degradable capsule directly into the soft tissue at the base of my throat. The final injection was an amphetamine based chemical relaxant, over the course of the following days I would beg and sob for my "fix," the dosage being gradually released, the quantity of oestrogen being increased until my body was almost swimming with it. I dreamt, dreamt of sitting before a large mirror covered in the most expensive cosmetics. The room I was in was softly lit and wonderfully warm. Candles burned in candleholders all round the room lending a very romantic feel to my surroundings. I was wearing a long sheer silk nightdress in midnight blue; it shimmered softly when I moved, brushing my long hair. The nightdress was split to the thigh, smooth golden skin revealed. The thin shoulder straps supported a plunging neckline, revealing a proud curved and inviting cleavage. In the dream I turned to the door, a smile crossed my glossed lips when I saw who had entered the room. He closed quickly and I tilted back my head to receive his long passionate kiss. He stepped back and stripped, showing of his heavily muscled body, his hands reaching to my shoulder straps and peeling them down my arms. The nightdress dropped to the floor softly kissing my body on its way to my ankles. His hands cupped and caressed my firm breasts sparking life into my nipples. The leather bustier still encased me, figure forming and shaping. My hands slipped down his torso to reach his hard rampant penis, stroking its length with my fingertips and then encircling its girth. Sliding my fingers slowly up and down from root to head and back again with my right hand my left gently cupping and rubbing his bag. Lowering myself slowly to my knees, I felt the heat of his ramrod hot against my cheek. Turning my head to the left I saw my reflection and watched myself running my lips along the length then my tongue before opening my mouth to encircle the glistening head with my lips. Bobbing my head gently up and down made my hair fall forward, blocking my view of the reflection. His hand reached down and gently eased my hair out of the way, slipping it round the other side of the bed. More and more, faster and faster, the rigid erection slipping deeper and deeper into my mouth, filling my throat while I sucked hard and lashed my tongue. His hands came to the back of my head and he thrust forward giving me the full forceful length, my lips touching his coils of hair. Pushing me back until only the head remained within my mouth, he thrust his hips forward roughly spearing me again and again, a slight pause before each thrust. My senses were out of control, emotions soaring, one hand mauling my breasts, rolling thick aching nipple between finger and thumb, the other hand tugging on my penis bringing it to the brink of explosion. Abruptly he stopped and raised me to my feet; in one easy move he gathered me in his arms and placed me kneeling on the bed facing him. I bent my head once more to his erection but he stopped me, instead turning me round and placing me on all fours. My face in the pillows, staring side on in wanton lust at my reflection, he settled on the bed, kneeling behind me and spread my cheeks. Fingers probed and the plug was slowly withdrawn, then eased in again back and forth until I picked up the rhythm and began to buck back against it. My lips parted and I began to gasp and moan. Hands gently held my hips; the plug was withdrawn and set aside. A low guttural moan escaped the bottom of my throat, a yelp of pain and then along satisfied sigh. Smiling into the mirror, my hands back playing with my nipples and my cock. I woke with a start, rolling over onto my side, finding myself naked but for the leather bustier, in a wide four-poster bed. Candles all round the room had burned to stubs and a silk nightdress lay on the floor. My limbs ached and my lips and cheeks were sore. I could think of no reason why they should and fell back on the bed sleepily. Having lost all sense of space and time I don't know when it was that Mistress came to fetch me, attaching my chain lead and walking me through to a large luxurious bathroom. She took the bustier from me and I gaped at the curved figure that remained after its removal. I was put in a hot shower and left to bathe, it came as some disappointment when my body began to reshape itself to almost its normal form, almost but not quite. There was a small towel to dry myself on then I was led naked back to my room and left alone with printed instructions above the mirror. "I, the she-male slave Alyson, now understand the my dressing is not for my pleasure. I dress to fulfil the requirement of my owner and for her pleasure. My transformation is my deepest wish and need, in return for this I swear to carry out all instructions and actions without hesitation or argument. Indeed I accept these commands knowing that my submission is made all the more complete and I welcome it." The instructions told me to look in the cupboard and to attend to my dressing and restriction. The cupboard contained a white lace body stocking with long sleeves, a black mini-skirt and black stockings. In addition were the wrist chains and ankle chains, also the straps. The last item was another plug, this one of pink jelly feel latex, longer and wider than the usual one. The cosmetics provided me with a soft demure look and soon I was turning myself into a pretty young girl. I'd almost finished when the door opened and the red high heels were pushed inside, along with a tray on which was a tall glass with a pink frothy liquid in it and a straw. A note on the tray told me it was a nutriment drink and that I should be ready for collection in fifteen minutes. I put the shoes on first and then arranged the restricting chains. Practising walking in them to reacquaint myself with the sensations they produced. The longer wider plug felt wonderfully filling and my first steps with it in place were utterly thrilling. When Mistress Diana came for me I was suddenly on edge and nervous, she asked me what was wrong and I told her that I felt a headache coming on. She just smiled and asked me if there were any other symptoms. Suddenly I felt myself burning up and began to sob tearlessly, begging for something that would make me feel better. "Perhaps it's your time of the month Alyson, you'd like that wouldn't you? To have those hot flushes and the irritability every once in a while, just like a girl?" "Yes Mistress, anything! Please, I don't feel well!" I was almost wailing, shivering and trembling, confused and frightened by the intense sensations and mood swings I was experiencing. I felt a sharp jab in my wrist and suddenly everything was all right again. Mistress didn't even take hold of my lead leaving me to clip along behind her to the large mirror walled room with the long platform. I saw a table at one end of the platform and another at the other end. On each was a tray holding glasses and a large bottle full of water. My first exercise was to carry the tray, one handed, from one table to the other, put one tray down, pick up the other and then return this tray to the first table. One direction with my left hand, the other with my right. The chain made this difficult until I learned to hold it palm up and close to my body. My free hand had to rest on my hip, elbow out. I was controlled in my movements by the slap of the horse crop on Mistress Diana's thigh length boots. I must have made the trip at least ten times in both directions before I was allowed to stop. For the next exercise Mistress removed the wrist chain, it was almost a repeat of the first other than half way along the platform I had to turn in a complete circle and then fill one glass from the bottle. The tray had to remain in its carrying position. I continued this until all the glasses were filled and the y trays on the tables. Mistress approached me and struck my bottom with the crop six times because I'd spilled some of the water. The next time I exercised in this manner I didn't spill a drop and was very pleased with myself, I received a cropping for my pride. As time blurred I forgot about everything but my service and being who I was, my thought patterns changed and became completely focused on being Alyson. Mistress Diana drove me onward, rewarding me and punishing me by turn. Nothing was allowed to become routine, I served in the dining room dressed in a French Maids uniform, dressed Mistress in a chambermaids uniform and paraded in all kinds of restrictive clothing. I'd dress in a completely feminine outfit and then have to change into a stunning evening gown, from the evening gown into a sexy fetish look and then to the style of a secretary. At each change the look of my make up had to change, as did my hairstyle. After however many days I began to experience a slight tension in my chest, I was wearing the bustier at all times, except during my bathing periods I didn't notice myself but Mistress Diana was no longer having to tighten the laces of the bustier quite as tightly. My groin occasionally seemed to spasm, not my penis but my testicles. I f I believed my eyes I would have thought they were shrinking away. My penis still reacted physically but I found that whatever the stimuli I didn't find I could ejaculate though I still experienced climax. I was sent to my room irregularly, often being strapped to a chair in front of a television that played videos. The video's showed fashion parades and beauty contests, short films showing waitresses at service, maids going about their duties. Sometimes the films showed submissive girls writhing with their Mistresses, sometimes with huge strapping men. Waking and sleeping had no bearing upon morning or night, I slept when I was put in my room, when I woke I carried out the instructions left for me, dressing in which ever clothes had been provided yet always the red high heels would be there. Had I known it, I was half way into my second week. Mistress Diana was reviewing the video footage of my progress, she watched without a change of expression, listened to the proclamations, filmed and recorded so that it appeared the girl on the film was speaking without reading a script. No sign of the instructions ever appeared on camera; it was edited so skilfully that she appeared to be behaving as natural. The longer the tape ran the more convincing she became in looks, speech and action. Scenes where she performed lewd acts with the young stud seemed so natural the viewer would have believed the female in the film was truly female until the vital evidence was revealed. Mistress watched the tape to the end and then turned to the young man sitting beside her. "I shall be taking her out tomorrow morning, Friday is your last day of filming, I want the editing finished by Saturday night and delivered on the Sunday morning. Does that give you enough time? "Just about Mistress, I've been recording in long form so the editing takes that bit longer, turning a three hour tape into a six hour tape. If you can find the time could you get her as close to the camera as possible when you tell her to remove the breast forms? It is always one of the best shots, the jutting breasts and the reaction to seeing them form!" "If you don't calm yourself down I shall have to punish you!" Mistress laughed loudly; once she recovered she asked him which camera he wanted to use for the shot. "Can we use the bedroom again? The full length shot from the corner camera there gets a brilliant view and the lighting highlights from the sides, the mirrors behind reflect the rear as well so you get this kaleidoscope effect with the object picked out centrally." "I don't know why I employ you, it's either for you imagination with the camera or the way you service the girls, sometimes I wish you'd pay a bit more attention to real girls." She reached over and flicked back the towel wrapped round his waist. His penis slowly grew under her soft touch until it stood up hard and flat against his stomach. "Mistress, you knew what I liked when I started working for you, if you would bring me a real man instead of these Shameless on occasion. I'd be a lot happier, can't you find one that looks like Mel Gibson?" Mistress glanced down at the furious erection with a slow smile, "I suppose you'd like to have her dreaming?" "That would be nice Mistress, but I've still got a lot to do if I've only got Friday left for filming." "Yes, well, in that case Friday evening, I'll put her in the bedroom after she's had her check up. She'll only be out for a few hours so call it seven o'clock. Make sure you do your best." Mistress Diana left the room and walked through to a small office and picked up the phone. "I'd like to speak to Amanda Joyce please." The phone rang for a few rings and was then answered. "Amanda Joyce, how can I help?" "Amanda darling! Diana here, how are you?" After a few minutes small talk Mistress Diana came to the point. "Do you still have that office in town or are you only working from home these days?" "I've still got it, would you like to borrow it?" "Yes please, and you as well if possible, what I have in mind is a formal interview for a maids position, strip her right down to, lets see, I'll put her in a heavy corset, pink and lacy. If you can present her with the uniform, one of you specials, then keep her kneeling until you decide you've had enough. Obviously she won't get the job and she'll try much harder to please." "Well, it sounds like lots of fun Diana. What time shall I expect you?" "Eleven? Then you can ring me on my mobile when you've finished. If you can send her back down to wait in the lobby when you're done?" "Sound's fine Diana, tell me, do you still own that fine stallion of a boy?" "Indeed I do, are you missing him terribly darling?" Diana laughed. "You don't know how much Diana, perhaps one good turn deserves another?" "My thoughts exactly Amanda, I shall send him over to you on Sunday, after he has finished one or two little errands. Would that suit? You needn't hurry, I'm taking a few days off you see and he often needs a firm hand to keep him going, in control I mean!" "I'll look forward to tomorrow the Diana, will I see you as well or just the girl?" "Just the girl, she can enquire at reception and make her own way up." Diana decided. "Okay, we'll have t get together for a drink soon, I miss you to you know!" "Ciao Amanda!" A loud knocking on the door woke me, that momentary confusion spun my head until I slipped naked from the bed and then knelt on the floor. Mistress Diana entered the room in a white blouse and knee length black leather skirt, I crawled on all fours to kiss her spiked heels and felt the crop slip between my naked buttocks, sliding back and forth, making me gasp. The crop rubbed against the base of the jelly latex plug making it vibrate within me. She crooked her little finger at me so I followed her out of the room and along to a small room that I hadn't been in before. There was a hot tub in the corner to which Mistress pointed, I was overjoyed and smothered Mistress Diana's feet in kisses. The leather bustier fell from me onto the floor and Mistress left with it telling me not to laze to long. "When the water starts cooling you are to go through that door, attend to your face and await me there." The door closed behind her and I hurried into the hot bubbling frothy water. The sensation of the thousands of tiny bubbles tickling along my smooth skin was incredible. I had butterflies in my tummy and a burning sensation flowed through my veins. Reaching down I stoked my smooth erection, the skin of my manhood feeling so soft that it took my breath away. The more I touched the more heat my body generated. Examining myself further my fingertips touched the shrivelled remains of my testicles, no bigger than marbles. The recognition hit my like a sledgehammer, what was going on! What had happened? How would I explain to Beverly! I'd continued to stroke my erection and my dry internal climax sent me thrashing in the water, sobbing and crying when wave after wave of rapture raged through e and all coherent thought was gone. I'd barely recovered when and my senses were only just calming down when the water suddenly stopped bubbling and immediately cooled. Stepping from the water I moved to the small door, I opened it and went through into another small room. A dressing table was set against one wall with a mirror above it. As well as the usual cosmetics there was some jewellery. A five strand pearl choker, matching bracelets and peal drop earrings. I sat on the stool and smoothed on a soft light foundation, I looked closely at my face and wondered if my eyes were telling me the truth. My eyelashes looked longer and more curled, my lips more defined and certainly more full. My brows were definitely arched and shaped in the most feminine of styles. When I'd finished I looked at myself critically and was so pleased with the result that I pouted and blew myself a kiss and giggled. The door behind me clicked open though Mistress didn't come in; her voice commanded me to go to her. I entered a mirror walled room, concluding that the house must be riddled with corridors and inter-linked rooms. I stepped onto a platform without it being indicated to me and received a slash of the crop across the buttocks for my presumption. The crop pointed to a tall stool to which I hurried, perching on it without having a foot rest my balance was precarious, especially when Mistress began fitting me with a very tightly laced boned corset in a confection of pink satin panels and lace trim. When she'd tied me off she span the top of the stool and I felt the seat lowering, I had to fight to stay on, arms and legs splayed and displaying much to Mistress Diana's amusement. When the seat stopped I saw a note on the back of the door I'd entered through. I read that I was to dress in the clothes in the box and tie my hair in a loose ponytail with the pink chiffon scarf provided. I then had a proclamation to read once I was dressed. That done I was to exit through the door Mistress had gone through. A pair of black seamed stockings with lace hold up tops hugged my upper thighs then a very tight fitting pair of black stretch lace panties. They must have been reinforced with elastene as the forced my profile to flatten. There was no bra but the lace trim of the corset hid the upper curves of my breast forms. My upper chest continued to ache but I'd become so used to it that I paid little attention. The same could be said about my bum, it had grown numbed to the ever-present invading plugs. Over the corset I slipped into a sleeveless satin vest in a soft feminine pink, then eased a tight fitting pencil skirt up my legs, settling it on my waist and tucking in the bottom hem of the vest. I'd been supplied with a broad elasticated belt that clipped at the front with an enamelled butterfly. I carefully tied the chiffon scarf into my hair and then slipped my arms into the short black jacket and discovered to me pleasure that the soft lining tickled and stroked my arms, making me shiver in delight. My stocking feet slid into the red high heels, the six-inch heels having become so much a part of me that I missed them when they weren't on my feet. Turning to the proclamation I began to read it out in my wonderfully softened husky voice. "I, the She-male slave Alyson, await my next step in training, tuition and transformation. I accept the tests that lie before me and willingly submit myself to them. I wish to serve in my submissive and transformed self for the pleasure of my owner. Only through testing myself can I become improved, only through transforming can I become complete." Stepping through the door I found myself somehow in the large hall at the front of the house. Mistress was waiting for me and carried out a critical inspection of me. Satisfied she laid the crop across my buttocks and propelled me with it out of the front door, down the wide steps and to the front seat of a saloon car. I had to wait there for her to go round to the driver's side; she started the engine before allowing me to open the door. Sitting beside her she handed me two smaller than normal padlocks, plus the key to the padlocks on the shoes. I removed the larger and replaced the latter. Again she drove at breakneck speed, down the winding road through the forest to the track between the open fields. The gates opened slowly before us, not as quickly as I thought they should, I was amazed that we shot through the opening without scraping the gates on the way through. Mistress Diana didn't slow down when she turned onto the main road, in fact she didn't slow down until we were approaching the suburbs. She sliced across traffic to turn onto the estate where I lived and I felt panic rise in my throat. She drove round slowly enjoying my discomfort greatly. At long last she turned the car round for a moment I thought that my torture was at an end but she turned into the car park of my local supermarket and handed me four-pound coins and told me to go and buy some cigarettes. My fright must have been evident as she laughed and leant over into the back seat. She produced the crop and tapped my upper thigh with it and then made to get out of the car. I got the message and nervously got out. The door slammed shut behind me and, as the engine was still running my terror almost overwhelmed me. Concentrating hard I breathed deeply and got control, smiling to myself, Alyson took over, and I set off over the car park, enjoying the sound of the red high heeled shoes when the clicked on the tarmac and then the pavement. Inside the shop I went straight over to the queue and joined the end of it. I knew I was attracting attention and revelled in it. An elderly man in front of me turned and looked a smile building on his lips until the lady nudged him in the ribs with him. When it was my turn to be served the young girl behind the counter and gave me a bright smile. I recognised her as a regular in my local pub and responded with a smile of my own. "Don't your feet get sore wearing shoes that high?" She asked. "Not really, I wear them all the time, I suppose I'm just used to them." I replied smiling, here I was in my local supermarket talking to a girl I knew had seen me I my local pub! I had no guilt, no worry and was thoroughly enjoying myself. "It's alright for you, you've got the legs for them, if I go higher than three inches I tower over my boyfriend!" She giggled. "Well, get a taller boyfriend then!" Her delightful peel of laughter rang round the kiosk, I thanked her for the cigarette's and took my change. She looked directly into my eyes and told me I was a very naughty girl. It only came to me that she played on the same netball team as Beverly at the local leisure centre. In fact, I was sure she'd been at our house for an end of season party! She most definitely knew me but hadn't recognised me! Mistress Diana circled the car passed me three times before finally pulling over and picking me up. Once I was in the car I gabbled an explanation until she slowed me down and demanded a full and detailed report. She smiled when I'd finished, pulling the car over outside a tall office block that, to my horror, was exactly the same one in which my company had its headquarters. Mistress stepped out of the car and locked her door behind her; I got out too, convinced that if I could pass in the supermarket then I could pass anywhere. It wasn't as if I was going to work was it? I walked round to stand next to Mistress and she handed me a white envelope. "Bring this with you, when we get through the main entrance you are to go straight over to the reception desk. I'm sure you know the routine," she smiled cruelly, "you will explain that you have an interview before you open the envelope, the contents will tell you who to ask for and where. You are to wait until you have received the directions before going. When you get to the appointed office you are to wait outside until someone comes for you. It will not be a long wait but there are likely to be other people about. When I see that you have gone upstairs I will wait in the lobby for you. If, for any reason, I am not there when you come down you are to take the envelope from inside this handbag," she handed me the one she'd been carrying, "and get a taxi to the destination on the note inside. You will need to follow these instructions to the letter, if you don't you will be on your own. Do you understand and accept?" I said that I did without thinking, even going so far as to smile confidently. We crossed the small car park to the wide pavement and then walked to a pedestrian crossing. There were a lot of people about, mostly business people with early lunch breaks. Across the road, traffic waiting in long queues to either side. Turning right we made our way toward the plate glass entrance doors that I knew so well. The main lobby seemed reasonably quiet and I was sent off toward the reception desk just in time to have crowds of people cross my path from the elevators to the left. I couldn't stop myself from looking at them and recognised several from my own office. Brian Kearlsey from accounts, Paula Jenkin's from Human Resources and Dorothy Taylor, the dragon who ran the stationary stores like a dictator. I nearly got all the way across without mishap, and then was heavily bumped by a man in a grey suit. He caught me before I hit the floor and in as inelegant manner as it may have looked, I managed to keep my footing. He was full of apologies and even tried to brush me down. I slapped his hand away from my bottom and told him to get off me. My voice must have leapt an octave or two because a number of people looked over towards me. Two uniformed security men put their newspapers down and stood up behind their desk. "I'm very sorry Miss, I was in a hurry, erm, look, please don't shout." His voice sounded rather desperate and when I realised who it was, I understood why. Mr Ron Shepherd, Scottish, regularly drunk at his desk, shabby and shambolic, inept and the survivor of two sexual harassment cases brought against him in the passed three years. The girls in question had both been temporary staff and thus, were easily edged and elbowed, coerced and convinced of their best interests. He looked up at me, imperious on the spiked six inch heels and a sudden sense of superiority kindled in my soul, what goes around comes around I smiled to myself. "You did that on purpose you dirty letch! Stinking of drink as well! Do you get your thrills like this all the time, get your hands off me you old pervert!" His hand had touched and held my elbow for merely a split second. The Security Officers were off their marks like a shot and grabbed him under each shoulder, dragging him off to the side. I straightened myself up and crossed the short distance to the reception desk, seeing that the strawberry blonde haired Nikki and the auburn haired Stacey were on duty. "I'm terribly sorry about that, I'm sure Security will take good care of him." Nikki apologised, Stacey chipping in with, "its about time, he's been getting away with it for years!" "Anyway, how may I help?" I'd spoken to these two girls on and off for three years, I tried not to look too carefully for any signs of recognition, and thought that if I passed inspection here than I could pass anywhere. I'd heard all their bitchy comments about the other girls in the office, dress sense, hairstyle, boyfriends' etc. So if anyone was to notice anything then it would be these two. "I have an eleven o'clock appointment." I stated as confidently as I could. "And who might that be with Miss?" "I am sorry, I' a bit dizzy after that idiot nearly knocked me over, he groped my bum when he helped me up as well. Given half the chance I'm sure he'd have grabbed my boob!" As I spoke I was opening the envelope, "I'm sure he'd been drinking, anyway, yes, that's it. My appointment, eleven o'clock with Miss Joyce of A.J. Associates." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Stacey was on the phone and overheard her talking to someone. "Yes, in reception, Mr Shepherd I'm afraid, looks like he's been up to his old tricks again. Bumped into a young lady who's here for an interview, no, not with you. He grabbed her bottom and tried to grope her breasts." "A.J. Associates, third floor room 347." Nikki said, "lifts over to the left." I thanked her and said I'd take the stairs," give me time to settle myself." The walk up the stairs caused my leg muscles to stretch beyond belief; the plug squirmed and dipped within me. By the time I reached the third floor I was dizzy with sensation and on the verge of disgracing myself. Trying desperately to keep my decorum I found room347 and saw a solid looking wooden chair outside of it. Sitting drove the plug so deep that I gasped, trying to clamp my inner muscles and draw some relief that way. I failed; by the time the door opened I was gasping and close to orgasm. "Alyson? Yes? Come on then girl! I haven't got all day!" A tall severely dressed lady stood over me. She was wearing a long satin dress, wrap over style and held at the waist by only a thin leather belt. The dress shimmered in electric blue. I briefly caught a glimpse of her high heels beneath the hem. Her majestic breasts were swollen beneath the sheer material. They bounced freely; her nipples pressed against the softness, openly and brazenly erect. I followed her into the office, seeing a desk in the centre of the floor, one chair behind it and one chair in front of it; a cupboard stood to the right. Other than these the room was bare, dominated by a large window that over looked the street below and into the next office block fifty or so feet away. "Sit." She pointed at the chair in front of the desk, moving round to sit on the other. She produced a notepad and pencil from the desk drawer and placed them on the desk top, then rested her hands under her chin, her eyes bored into mine until I had to lower my gaze, looking at my hands in my lap. "So, Alyson, tell me why you think you're the one for the job?" She asked. "I'm hard working, very responsive and enjoy proving my worth Miss Joyce." I answered, trying to find the right level of response. "When you say that you are responsive Alyson, do you mean physical or mentally?" "I should say both Miss Joyce, I enjoy both." "What kind of stimulus gives you satisfaction Alyson, what I mean is, how would I got inside your skin and see the real, hidden, Alyson?" "I, I I'm sure that I find all my work satisfying, I hope that my employers gain satisfaction from it too." I replied, recovering from an embarrassing stammer to a more cohesive confident answer. "I take it you're well versed in the type of employment you are seeking here Alyson, you aren't just here trying to pull the wool over my eyes, make a quick buck and the