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The Reader is advised that this story does contain Transgender/Transsexual Themes of a graphic nature. This copyrighted story may not be reproduced in any form or placed into any archive without the author's expressed permission under punishment of the U.S. and International Laws. If you are under the age of 17 this is not for your reading pleasure. All characters are fictional any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. A Little Spice By Little Tom My wife and I had been married 15 years; we had two young teenage boys, two active careers, and a dead sex life. At least until about a month ago, when after this funny late night documentary on S&M we looked at each other and decided to give it a go. The show had mentioned a club that was near us, and a bit nervously I called up and talked to this very friendly woman. She offered to come over and gently introduce us to the scene. It was a hoot, incredibly embarrassing for us, not at all for her, and very funny. We were shown whips and canes, leather cuffs and collars, masks and nipple clamps. Fully clothed she showed us how to use the bits. When she'd gone we had the best sex we'd had in ages, and agreed, why not? We were invited to a private beginner's night at the club, where we could buy the bits and pieces we'd been shown. Nervously we went, and had an incredible eye opening. There were two other couples, but like us they watched more than participated in the games the two experienced couples, and one threesome got into. There was no sex per say, though we were told that on regular nights it was open season on any of the submissives. There wasn't even much nudity, though a lot of body was on show. What there was included a lot of complicated bondage and mild punishment. We bought some of toys, but on going home just ripped each other's clothes off and again had a night of incredible sex. It was the next night, when we sat there with the toys that an insight snapped into place. Neither of us was very turned on by being in control. That made a lot of our life together clear, why our sex life had been so limited. For the next week we didn't really talk about it, the toys stayed locked up. It was Julie who made the leap of faith. She talked to the lady at the club again, and found out a lot more. What she told me made us both excited, and again we had great sex. We could go to the club both as submissives. It was allowed to impose limits, and we could both agree not to have full sex with others. That we would keep to ourselves at home. I insisted on that, and was left wondering a bit that Julie seemed to be giving in to me rather than enthusiastically agreeing. What was a bit scary was not being able to choose our partners. If we went as submissives, we were up for grabs, though we could be up for grabs as a pair. The thought that I couldn't ensure not to have another man take me came close to my calling it off. Julie urged me on though, she said it would be a thrill to see another man beating me, and I was allowed to stop actual sex from occurring. We had been advised to buy these funny chastity pants. With a bulge in front for me, and flat in front for Julie, they did up tight with various straps and buckles; with one very uncomfortable one up between your cheeks and to ensure they stayed on did up with three small locks. We got a leather bra for Julie as well; she said she didn't fancy being mauled quite yet. Putting on normal clothes over that kinky gear we left the kids with a babysitter for the night, and went off to the club. Our instructress greeted us on arrival, inspected our gear and added leather ankle and wrist cuffs, plus collars, and then did a chain up between my right foot and Julie's left. We were given a few simple instructions and then set out. In some ways it was a very tame night, not too much happened to either of us. A few slaps and pinches, but for the most part we were ignored, bar demands for drinks or toys. In other ways it was mind-blowing. We say people doing things to each other I never knew was even possible. We saw hands against flesh, leather against flesh, wood against flesh. We saw people bound in knots, hung from the rafters, bent in ways flesh and bone wasn't supposed to be bent. Plus we saw sex, lots of sex, men on women, women on women, women on men, men on men. I'd never seen others having sex before, and could count on one hand the number of nude women I'd seen let alone had sex with. When our shift ended we couldn't get home fast enough. We couldn't get out of that chastity wear fast enough, and the sex... like nothing we'd even had. I did Julie five times that night. Funny thing was, next morning we both found it really hard to talk about. How could I tell my wife that the thing that turned me on most was a woman being gang banged by three men, all of them hitting and slapping her. I couldn't stand that being done to her, it would kill me. The contradiction was just too weird. Worse was how I distinctly remembered this man on his knees in front of a domineering woman that turned me on more than I could say. She couldn't talk about it either. How could we do this without having sex? Next night, when I went to make love to her, she said no. It was the first time in our lives she'd turned me down. "No honey, let's wait and make it special after our next shift." That was in a week's time. It was a long week. We got ready, both excited, but when I went to put her bra on she stopped me. "No, I want more to happen tonight, it won't if we're both unavailable." She was right, but at the same time, I didn't like the thought of what might happen to her. I didn't want her hurt, not like some of the women had been hurt that night. Nor did I want anyone else to have her; she was my wife, no one else's. It was different that night. People looked at us, or at least looked at Julie. Her breasts were stroked, pinched, slapped. One man came up and stared me in the eyes as he felt her up, until I looked away. At that point I was totally ashamed of myself. How could I let us get into this situation? Then it took a turn for the better. This tall leggy blond in a leather catsuit bar a few strategic bare points. She ordered us to get her and a young woman wearing only a leather loincloth and a leash a drink. When we came back she pulled Julie down onto her lap and began playing with her breasts. Julie looked up at me, shocked, but when the woman pulled her face close for a kiss, Julie kissed her back. I was stunned, but instantly turned on. I never thought Julie would get it on with another woman. In fact the one time I'd suggested it she'd looked disgusted. I got a further thrill when the woman pushed Julie's head down to her breasts. Julie shot me a glance, one loaded with a message that she didn't like this. I spoke up, "Mistress, she isn't a lesbian." The woman looked at me like she was looking at a fly, "So? Constance, get a cane." The young girl stood, and I caught a glimpse of that perfect body. As Julie's head was pushed towards the woman's crotch, the girl came back and without warning began to do Julie's ass. I would have cum then and there if I could. I didn't like Julie getting hurt, but the sight of my wife's head wrapped in another woman's legs was a turn on like I'd never imagined. Some time later it was done, Julie was pushed away. Silently she stood and taking my hand led me out. We went home early, and there was no wild sex this time, though we did talk. Julie hadn't liked it, but had done it. She said that was the point, that it didn't matter if you liked it or not. I wasn't sure I understood. The whole point was that we would like it, that it would improve our love life. I suggested we not go any more, much as I enjoyed that night, I wasn't ready to have her do something she didn't want. "No, we'll go again next week." We didn't have sex that week, though unlike the week before it wasn't a build up. I wasn't sure what was going on in Julie's head, all I know is it scared me. We got ready and headed over; again she didn't wear the bra. We went in and my heart sank as that same guy from the week before came up almost immediately. Once again he looked at me as he felt Julie up. Then, he clipped a leash on my collar, making me jump in surprise. Julie and I looked at each other in shock. His jerk on the leash almost made me fall over, and the two of us stumbled after him. I heard laughter, and blushed in shame. Why had I ever thought being submissive was a turn on? We were hauled into one of the private rooms. I stalled for a moment at the door and turned to Julie. "I don't like this, I think we should leave." She looked determined, "No, we came here to give up our right to do what we wanted. We'll go in. Besides, they won't really hurt us, they can't." She stepped in, and between the chain between our feet and the leash I had to follow. There was another man there, a big black sitting in a big leather lounge chair. "Hmm, interesting catch Miles. They newbies?" The first man, Miles, nodded. "Okay bitch, first things first. You lash your man's feet to either side of the horse there, then his hands to the other legs." Julie smiled, obviously nervous, but from the flush on her face, not unhappy. I, however, was nervous and even a bit scared. This wasn't what I had in mind when we started all this. Never the less, I followed her over as she gently did up my ankle cuffs. I lay down on the leather covered board and let her do my hands up at the bottom of the other legs. My nervousness increased, I almost felt panicked. Miles motioned to Julie, and with their backs towards me talked softly in her ear. She jerked a glance at me, a guilty look if I ever saw one, and came back towards me hiding something in her hands. "I... I have to gag you. Open your mouth." "Julie, is this okay, should we stop?" She smiled a bit nervously, but at the same time I suddenly noticed her nipples were incredibly hard. I licked my lips, and then opened my mouth. She moved quickly, and I suddenly felt something long and round slide deep into my mouth. Her hands deftly did up a set of straps behind my head. I gagged at what was clearly a dildo gag deep inside my throat. Almost worse, a long black leather cock now jutted out from my mouth. I suddenly wanted out of this, bad, but the best I could do was a muffled shout. Julie looked down at me, and stroked the dildo. She had this glazed look on her face. "Bitch, get over here. I want a blow job." Julie jumped, but immediately turned and walked over to him. I wanted to shout, to jump up and snatch her away, but I was completely helpless. My wife meekly knelt between his legs, and lifted up his long black cock. She was going to do it! My wife, who maybe gave me a blowjob once a year if I was lucky, was about to go down on a complete stranger. As her mouth encircled the one man, the other walked behind her. He held up a long blade. I suddenly went still with fear, and shouted and struggled for all I was worth as he slid the blade between her white soft flesh and the chastity belt. With a few cuts he had it off her. Julie had looked back in momentary fear when the man first slide the cold blade along her flesh, but the other man slapped her, and pulled the face I loved back to his cock. She didn't protest as he yanked the leather "protection" off her. My heart sunk as he went to his knees behind her, and after cuffing her ass a few times guided his hardness between her cheeks. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as his cock sunk into her pussy. Far from complaining I hear Julie moan in pleasure and jerk back against him. My wife had just broken the one trust we held solidly between us. I was heartbroken. The two men used my wife, swapping positions back and forth. They were rough with her, but she clearly loved every second of it. Unlike the night before with the woman, this was what she wanted. The fantasy she felt she couldn't tell me. I wasn't sure what I felt. There was a deep anger at the men for forcing us into this, a deep sorrow that she wasn't protesting, wasn't fighting, and... a deep lust. My cock was straining painfully against its cage. Suddenly all the physical sensations made themselves foremost in my mind. The ache in my hips, shoulders and back from being held in an unnatural position. The completely foreign feeling of the long rod deep in my throat. The pleasure and pain of my erect penis held tight by the leather cup. The men had moved right in front of me, and I had to watch close up where their cocks entered my wife. They went on and on, until one obviously came deep inside Julie, then the other jerked into her mouth, then pulled back to splatter her face and chest with his spunk. They both turned and collapsed into the deep armchairs, satisfied grins plastered on their faces. Julie was on her hands and knees, her back and shoulders hanging limply. Her hair covered her face, so I couldn't see her expression, but her whole body looked exhausted, almost dejected. "Bitch!" Julie jerked at the painful word, but otherwise didn't move. "Come here, take the knife and cut your man free." She stood, not looking at me, and went to take the long blade from the black. Her walk was slow, but not fearful. I tried to catch her eye, tried to call out to her, but she walked straight by me. A hand slid along my back, sending tingles up my spine. Then the cold steel made me shiver as it slipped between my skin and the warm leather. With a couple deft strokes my wife cut the one piece of protection I had. My heart felt cold, fearful, but at the same time I felt my cock slap up against the bottom of the cross bar on which I lay. "Bitch, warm him up." Looking over to the guy who'd originally brought us here, I went ridged with fear to see him holding up a long wide cruel looking strap of leather. She wouldn't do this, would she? Her slow steps showed no hesitation as she went over and took it from my hands. This time I could a glimpse of her face as she passed. A hand stroked my cheek, and her face was glowing as she mouthed the words, "I love you." There was a whistle in the air, and I jerked in pain as the wide strap cracked against my ass. It hurt, burned even, my wife wasn't holding back much. Ten times she hit me before one of the laughing men came over and held her arms. "You must despise the wimp." I cringed at the words, not wanting to here the answer. But Julie sounded puzzled, "No, I love him. There's no one else I want in my life." Part of my anger melted at her words, but now I was puzzled. If she loved me why was she doing all this? The black guy laughed again. "Didn't seem that way when I was fucking you." I craned my neck back to see Julie melt up against him, a hand slowly stroking his long cock. "That was just sex. My heart will always be his, though tonight my body is yours." Where she lay up against him she looked over to me, her eyes alight with love. I didn't get it, her eyes said she loved me, her body said she wanted the black to fuck her again. "Too right baby." His hands were roughly mauling her ass cheeks. "First though I want to have a little fun with your man." He held out a tube of oil. "Grease him up for me." My mouth went completely dry around the long dildo as he went back to sprawl on the armchair. I shut my eyes tight, not believing this was happening. There was a soft thud behind me, and then I felt Julie's soft hands pull my cheeks apart. There was a feather light caress on one cheek, then the other. She was kissing me. Her now slick hands began to stroke my cock as her mouth and tongue began to lick and kiss me. This was beyond anything we had ever done, and if it weren't for the fact there was two huge men watching, waiting to fuck my ass, I would have been in heaven. Instead I was in hell. My wife was doing this to get me ready for one of these bastards to rape me. I was completely helpless; I couldn't even speak to say my safe word. Despite it all, I was rock hard as Julie slowly jerked me off, her tongue lightly probing into my bum. I closed my eyes, deciding to just enjoy the moment, and let the mix of sensations take over. The mix of pain, of my aching joints, my burning ass cheeks, against the pure pleasure of my wife's ministrations was overwhelming. Then my eyes jerked open, my wife's hands and fingers had pulled away and there was something large and hard probing where a finger had just been. The black had gone from the chair, and I grunted as his cock jerked past my sphincter. I had been completely relaxed from Julie, and he caught me by surprise. I was overcome by a blaze of pain as he slowly started to push in. Then a set of lips wrapped around my cock, Julie watching close up from bellow. It was hell, my world felt shattered. Everything I felt was concentrated on where that thick rod was slowly pushing up inside me. I couldn't help it, I came in my wife's mouth, leaving me even more confused, but amazingly still hard. "Bitch, time to fill your ass." The other guy was standing in front of me. I saw Julie jump up and slowly move around me. She was trembling; maybe this was where she would stop this madness. No, she stood there and let him paw at her a bit, then bent over towards me when he twisted her around. "Give your man a special kiss." Staring at me straight in the eyes she swallowed the dildo jutting out from my mouth until our lips met. I couldn't see him anymore, just her eyes inches from mine. The moan and wrinkle of pain around her eyes told me all I needed to know. Meanwhile the bastard behind me had begun to pick up a bit of speed and was spanking my ass as he thrust in and out. I no longer knew where the pain ended and the pleasure began, it was all a blur. They swapped at one point, and I felt my ass gape open after he pulled out. Then the other man stuffed himself in and carried on. Sometime later he shouted, clutching at my hips and I felt a hot spurt deep inside me. I don't know if what I felt was an orgasm or a paroxysm of pain, but I passed out. I came to feeling soft hands on my legs pulling something up them. Some sort of pants, though soft against my bruised skin. My mouth was free of the gag and when I groaned the hands stopped and began to massage my back. "You okay?" Her voice was soft and tentative, worried. "I... don't know." Somehow I managed to stand, but couldn't look at her. Glancing down I noticed she'd pulled up a pair of pink knickers. "It was all I could find." She blurted out. "You need something to soak up the cum." I was so tired, so confused, I didn't care. "They left a while ago. The door's open." I nodded, and still unable to look at her went out and walked straight to the changing rooms. There were all sorts of wild things going on that night, but I just wanted to go home. Julie followed me, and we quickly threw on some clothes and went out to the car. I let her drive, I'm not sure I was capable, my mind felt so fragile. I caught Julie throwing me worried glances, but I stayed silent. I needed to think. We got home and I just went upstairs and collapsed on the bed. I don't remember anything until I woke up in bright sunshine. The bed beside me was messed up, but empty. I didn't move, just lay there thinking. I wasn't the man I was the day before. Then I was up for a little kinky fun, but on my terms. Last night had been on someone else's. Was I gay now? I hadn't been homophobic before, but neither did I really even know any homosexuals. I'd firmly believed myself to be a hetro. Men didn't excite me in the least, other than a vague appreciation when I saw someone handsome. Hell, I counted myself amongst them, and before Julie had never had problem bedding women. Yet last night I had come once, maybe twice, though I wasn't sure what that second time was. I had been raped, there was no other word for it, and had got pleasure from it. More, I was terribly confused about Julie. We had promised to keep the sex between us, and only get into the S&M thing with others. At the first man telling her to suck him, she had dropped to her knees with an enthusiasm she'd never shown to me. There was no question in my mind that she had greatly enjoyed the sex, had even enjoyed getting it in the ass. That was virgin; if she gave it to anyone she should have given it to me, not a stranger. What really confused me is how much it had turned me on. I didn't understand that part of myself. I knew men who got off on that sort of thing, and always thought it weird. Sure, I'd had fantasies about sharing Julie with another guy, but they had been vague and ill defined, not a burning desire. I just didn't get it. Julie came in at one point, and sat beside me stroking my shoulder. I didn't respond, so she went away and brought back some breakfast. I couldn't make myself move. She periodically checked on me, but didn't say anything until late in the afternoon. "John, you're killing me, tell me you love me!" Her voice broke in a sob. That shook me, I looked at her puzzled, "But of course I do." She fell into my arms, crying, babbling and apologising. We went still eventually and just lay quietly for a while. "Did you enjoy it?" "I... don't know. That's one of the things I've been asking myself all day." She almost whispered the next, "I did." That hung in the air between us. "That was the most fulfilling sex I have ever had. I even got a deep kick from what they did to you." I absorbed that, trying to fit it into my thinking. "What I'm trying to figure out is if I'm gay. I mean I never though of myself as a fag, but I came." That brought a sob from me. "Oh baby, there's nothing wrong with that. I didn't particularly get turned on by going down on that woman, but I know her hands feeling me up brought me a weird sort of pleasure. What really turned me on, with both her and the men, was the giving up, the submission. For the first time in my life I didn't have to make any decisions, just give up to what was happening. I... thought you felt the same way about it all." I sort of understood what she was saying, but it was all mixed up inside me, all confused. "It wasn't what I wanted, I never wanted to have sex with another man, never." The last word was a bit choked. "I'm sorry," she paused, "I want to do it again." Neither of us said anything after that, though I managed to get up and move towards the loo. I suddenly noticed I was nude, and clean. "Did you clean me up?" Julie giggled, "I licked you clean." Suddenly we were both laughing and she flew into my arms. It wasn't yet completely all right for me, but for the moment it was enough. I dressed, and we went down to spend the afternoon with the boys, eat and watch a bad comedy. We had sex that night, slow and loving. I was still confused, but it helped. We didn't speak of it again, though my mind was full of it. At work I kept expecting people to turn and derisively call me a fag, that somehow what had happened would be noticeable. Nothing happened though, life went on like normal. Some nights later, as we were getting ready for bed, the tension was thick between us. Julie blurted out, "You could treat me like they did, I wouldn't mind." I went still, suddenly furious. Quite simply, I lost it. Turning on her I grabbed an arm and twisted it behind her back. "Treat you like they did? What, like this?" My hand found a spare belt, and I pulled back to land it on her bare bottom. I did it again and again. She was crying, writing with pain, but saying, "Yes... yes baby. I was bad..." My cock began to get hard in my pants. Full of lust I pushed her to the ground, grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her to her knees. I ripped off my pants, and in one push sunk my cock into her. Then I looked down; there were angry welts on her bottom, even some blood. My cock went limp inside her. She turned and hungrily went down on me, but kneeling there I felt drained. I couldn't do it, couldn't cause her pain for my pleasure. Suddenly knowing myself a little more I lifted her oh the shoulders, and softly kissed her lips. She was still crying, but now with frustration. "No... I liked it, I wanted it... keep going." "No honey, no. I'm not yet sure what I am, but I know I'm not that. You're bleeding." "That's okay, you didn't mean it, you could learn to control it a bit." "No honey, I was honestly in rage, I wasn't in control. Those guys the other night, they were in control, they knew exactly what they wanted." She nodded, sniffing, and we went to bed cuddling. Julie did make an effort and reached down to stroke me. We eventually made love like we always had, long slow and soft. It was... okay, but clearly left us both a bit unsatisfied. Friday night Julie came up to me as we made dinner. "I want to go again tonight." "No... please. I couldn't do that again." "I'm sorry John. I need it, need it like a drug. I know you're not there yet, but I am. I love you like I've loved no one in my life, and I want you now and always in my life, but it's not enough. I need to be able to let go like I was able to those two nights. Let someone else tell me what to do, how to do it, and just go with it. Can you understand?" I wasn't sure I did. "Please don't go. Give me a bit more time to get my head straight." She shook her head, crying a little, "I can't." After dinner she went upstairs alone, and came back down in a long coat. I didn't want to know what she was or wasn't wearing under it all. I turned away to watch the movie the boys had on, and didn't even respond to her sad, "Good night" as she left the house. I was miserable, thoughts of other men doing her flashing in my mind. I both wanted to be with her, and couldn't bear to be with her. I went to bed, but didn't sleep, and waited, thinking my dark thoughts about me, her, our life together. There were the sounds of the lock opening downstairs near four in the morning. She crept upstairs and then stopped in our doorway "John," her voice soft, happy. How could it be happy, "I didn't do it with any other men." It was like a weight I didn't know I was carrying lifted from my shoulders. "She was there again, the woman from the first night." My breath caught, and without thought my cock began to rise. "She and that young girl, we did it more ways than I thought I could. I did get fucked though," she giggled, "With a strap on. It was wild, intense. I so wanted you where there with me." Suddenly she was in my arms, and we were kissing, passionately. Within seconds I found her holding my arms flat against the bed, her hips flicking me up, then her slow glide down on to me. "She told me to do this to you, it's your present for being a good boy." We didn't say much after that, Julie stayed in charge and did all sorts of nasty things to me until I came deep inside her. We collapsed, breathless, onto the bed. "Like that? Like a woman in charge?" "Yeah... God it was good." "She wants to meet us together. To put a proposition to us. I think she wants to take us both on." "What does that mean?" "I don't know, but I want to find out. It will be about sex John. We would have a woman mistress, but she may make you do it with men. Can you cope with that?" I was silent for a long time, looking deep into my own thoughts. Then I looked her in the eyes. They were full of love, concern and hope. She could do it with women, would be doing that far more than I would likely do with men. "It... repulses me, but I think I understand what you mean about giving yourself over. I think I could get to that place. I'd never like it, but I think I could do it." She hugged me, hard. Next day we left the boys at the Trocedaro with a pile full of change, and went to meet this mystery woman at a small posh bar. We sat waiting for a good half hour, not really talking to each other, both lost in our thoughts. Then she arrived. God, she was gorgeous, dressed in a very stylish trouser suit that flattered every curve. "Good, you are still here, congratulations on passing your first test. Julie, pull out his cock and begin stroking it." We looked at each other, but without hesitating Julie reached for my lap, and undid my trousers. It was a bit nerve wracking, but the table hid the view. "Excellent, John I want your wife's knickers off." This was a bit trickier, but we managed it with a little giggling. The woman snapped her fingers and a tall built man, and the woman she'd had with her before appeared. "Julie, tell my girl to sit on John's lap then guide him in please" Julie looked choked, shocked, but her eyes also danced "I... sit on his lap please." We both watched as the young girl walked towards me, and very simply flicked her skirt out of the way and sat down on my hard on as Julie's lightly trembling hand held me up. It wasn't her pussy that took me in, and for the first time in my life I felt what an ass was like. A glimpse of Julie's face showed a mix of jealousy and lust. "Now John, return the favour and tell this one to fuck your wife. I expect you to guide him to her." This was it, this was the test. I had to let my wife do it with another man. Difficult to say no with a pretty little thing squirming on my lap. "Would you fuck my wife please." I had to force the words past my lips. Julie pecked me on the cheek, and stood up. He sat down beside me, and looked over expectantly, but blandly. The woman nodded down to his lap and it was clear I had the honours of getting him out. I reached over and found that he was wearing a very obliging pair of trousers. No zip, I was able to reach in. His bits were cupped in a silky pair of pants, but he was soft. I swallowed hard, and slipped my hand down his waistband to touch his cock. Despite the other night I'd never touched another man's parts. I manoeuvred him out, even soft he looked big. "Stoke him hard." I looked up at Julie who was watching my hands with an intensity I'd never seen. The young thing on my lap was squeezing my cock in a way I'd never known possible, pulsing her muscles along my length. It was exquisite, and distracting. Still I started to stroke the guy's cock, and noticed the girl on my lap was matching my movements. It was weirdly like masturbating, but the cock felt wrong and it was not a hand on my bits. He quickly hardened, and Julie moved over. She slowly lowered herself and I moved his penis to point at her vagina. It was amazing to watch it sink in. Much better than that night where my memories were a blur. "Now, my proposition. I am what you might call an artist of domination. I have taken various people in the past and turned them into perfect playthings. Visually exciting and technically perfect. I have done various people of various ages, but I have never done a heterosexual couple before. I want to hone my technique on a reasonably obliging pair first before I move on to a forced domination." I went a bit cold at that; she said it so casually, but clearly meant doing over some innocent couple. "First you must realise that I will expect you to be completely under my command. You will be brought to sex acts you may have thought unimaginable, even personally objectionable, occasionally illegal, but I will expect you to quietly do as I ask. For instance, the two who you are enjoying right now are minors. This one is fourteen, the other fifteen." I had a fourteen year old on my lap? I looked to Julie, who had gone white, completely shocked. "It will involve people who in the ordinary world would be considered freaks. John, feel up under your partners skirt." Suddenly very nervous I slid a hand up under that micro mini to feel a silk clad bulge where I expected flat skin. I had my cock up a young boy's ass. Part of me wanted to vomit, but I was also being held on the edge of an orgasm. The kids face was blushing, clearly ashamed, but at the same time he kept up using those ass muscles to massage me just so, keeping me on the edge. I was horrified, but at the same time wondered what was going on in his head. I looked down at his chest; those firm breasts under the light silk blouse were real. A thought slammed into my head and I looked over at Julie, who, if anything, was looking even more shocked than on finding their ages. She had been with the woman and this boy-girl the other night, had she not known? I guess she hadn't. "Now, as to the two of you. I would take you and turn you into visions of sexual usage. However, you will each decide the direction the other will go. I will let you choose a surgical augmentation for the other, and will then build a suite of body modifications around it to my ideal." Surgery? I was started to get a little scared. "For example if you John chose your wife's breasts to be bigger, I might then carry on the modifications into a porno star direction, slim hips, bigger lips. If you chose a six-pack tummy I might go in the direction of a female weight lifter. Julie, you might choose a larger cock for John and I might then go into Arnold Swartzenegger direction, or to a very slim effeminate figure to emphasise it." "You both look worried, and perhaps have valid reasons, but let me carry on. This surgery will be done over a long period, and I will keep you under for that time. You will have to take time off work, but at the end I will promise that though a little disguise will be necessary, you will be able to carry on your day jobs. Nights and weekends will be mine however." "What about the boys?" Julie's question was with a weak and trembling voice. Was it possible this was too much for her? "A good question, as you will be giving over your lives to me. I am obviously not without means. We will mutually choose some very good boarding schools, though I have certain preferences that will make the short list. You will see them far less clearly, but I will allow time for family visits and holidays." "I must stress that you will be giving your lives over to me. We can take any major assets you now have and put them in trust for your sons, but anything else you will sign over to me, plus any income you make from your jobs. In return I will care and supply you with anything you need. I will, of course, put this into a contract, though you must realise much of it is on the questionable side of legal. We must both trust in each other to make this happen. Your answer?" "Yes." Julie's reply was quick and without hesitation. "I... can we think about it?" "No, you say yes now or we never see each other again." I looked at Julie who stared back pleading with her eyes. "You may bend towards each other to talk." We did, "John, I've never wanted anything so much in my life." "But is it safe? We'd be giving up everything, not seeing the kids, all our money, she could leave us penniless." "This is safe, I know it is. I mean look at her, look at the two we're with! She can obviously do it." "I don't know." "Please..." "You must answer me now John. Either both of you agree or it doesn't happen. As delightful as your wife is, her alone is uninteresting to me." The young thing on my lap continued her relentless wriggling. It was torture, but what a torture. This could be my life. "Okay... okay... yes." Julie suddenly stifled a moan, and on looking at her was in the throws of a major orgasm. That spilled me over the edge and I started shooting into the girl-boy's bottom. As we caught our breath, Julie was lifted off the boy, and the girl-boy stood up. I was entranced as I watched a strand of my cum connect us, and then snap. "Excellent, here are the contracts." We were both handed a sheaf of papers. "Take your time." As we read I suddenly felt hands at my crotch. The girl was fumbling with something, and I felt cold steel on my bits. When she pulled away, not able to look at me I looked down to see a series of steel rings and chain around my cock and balls. The boy was doing something with Julie as well. "A little protection, I don't want you playing around until you're modified. Carry on, read the contracts." I read on, and in two pages it outlined in straightforward language what she said. That we were giving over our bodies and life's to her, and would be provided for in return. She would take guardianship of the boys, and ensure their education and livelihood until they reached majority, when they would received the trust fund set up from our assets, plus additions to give them a million each. That stunned me, but was an obvious plus out of all this. We would never be able to provide for them that way. It also relaxed me a little thinking of the freakish thing beside me. She wouldn't be doing anything to them. I looked up to see Julie signing with a very shaking hand. It suddenly made me afraid. This was all too much, too fast. Everyone looked at me expectantly. What could I do, how could I get out of this? From the stern look Julie was giving me, there was no option in her mind. Barely able to contain my own nervousness I reached for a pen and signed my life away. The two young kids got up and left. "Straighten your clothes." We fumbled as she talked and I felt the cold steel on my cock with a sinking heart. What had we got ourselves into? "You have one week to get your lives in order. My lawyers will be in touch to arrange for the change of assets, and I'll send you info on the schools I've short listed. I assure you they are excellent, though not publicly known names. The boys will receive nothing but the best of education. You will both need 5 weeks unpaid leave from your jobs; I will assist silently in ensuring you get that. I have clout with both of your firms. This weekend you will take the boys to their new school, and on Sunday attend me. You will choose the one modification for each other, and then will be put under. When you wake up your new lives will begin." She stood up and walked out, just like that. We sat there, a stunned silence filling the air. "Did we just agree to what I think we agreed?" I asked quietly. "Yes," but then she started giggling. "The look on your face when you felt up that kids skirt!" I laughed too, "What have we done?" She hugged me, "It will undoubtedly be hard, but I suddenly feel so free. I only have two decisions left in my life, and then I relax and let someone else decide nearly everything! I imagine most of the time I won't even have to worry about what clothes to wear." "I imagine most of the time you won't be wearing clothes." That set us both off again. The boys were puzzled when the met up with us later, both of us almost maniacally ecstatic. Julie was right, it was freeing. The next week went by in a complete rush. With our chastity devices, even though we cuddled and kissed almost continually, there was no sex. We just got increasingly horny. There were mounds of paperwork, talking the boys through the decision to go to public school. They were both shocked initially, but Ian particularly got exited by the idea. The two schools we were presented with were complete unknowns to either of us, but both sounded excellent. Both in the middle of nowhere, but having very small class sizes and good sounding staff. Neither of us had any problems getting time off, though my boss said he'd actually been told by the global CEO to approve it, and was more than a little curious what was going on. I said nothing, not at all sure what to say. I hadn't a clue what I was going to be like afterwards, and that was probably the strangest thing of all. What would I be, some hulking weight lifter, a gymnast contortionist? I had no idea. Then it was the weekend. We drove the boys up to the school we had decided on. It was a big country house up in the peak district, and it took a long drive up a narrow country lane to finally get there. We were met at the door by a pretty little thing in a school uniform. I was a little taken aback by the fairly short skirt and tight blouse, but that was kids these days. I noticed the boys happily eyeing her up. The headmistress was very stern, but welcoming. Julie got a bit tearful, and I had to hold myself back. It would be months before we saw them next, and that was perhaps the strangest thing of all of this. We left and next day showed up at the address we'd been given. It was a very exclusive hospital, almost like a hotel. We kissed and were separated. I had to undress, shower and have a series of blood tests taken. Then fitness tests, and X-rays, cat scans and this odd full body digital scan. Then I was left alone in a room for the longest time. I was still nude, and felt very exposed and vulnerable. Finally the woman came in. Funny thing, as I stood I realised I still didn't know her name. She sat down on one side of a desk with a stylish flat screen monitor. At her touch it came to life with 11 pictures of nine body parts. Larger breasts, smaller breasts, a flat pack tummy, a obscenely fat tummy, huge lips, a lush curved ass, a completely flat ass, a larger clitoris than I thought was possible, a wide open large vagina, a cock, and a cock looking like it was coming out of a pair of vaginal lips. "Can I ask questions?" "You just did, but yes you may ask more." "I don't understand the penis." "Very simple, you can choose to change your wife into a man, or a hermaphrodite. Is that what you'd like?" "Oh no!" The thought horrified me, it was disgusting. My heart felt like it was beating a thousand times a minute. This was too deep; this wasn't something you decided about your partner without talking about it. "Choose then, you have a minute or else I shall choose for you." I shot my finger out, and hearing my voice a bit choked, said, "Larger breasts then. She would look gorgeous with larger breasts." The obscene pictures flashed away and suddenly there were two turning 3D pictures of a nude Julie. She tapped at the keyboard and suddenly the one on the right showed much larger breasts. The woman started to talk quietly to herself and I watched mesmerised as my wife lost some inches from her waist, had her nose shaved just a bit, her lips enlarged, and her nipples made just a bit smaller in diameter, but longer. Her ass was made just slightly more rounded and her tummy tight and trim. "There, perfect an athletic but sexual look. She will justify the centre page of Playboy don't you think?" My mouth was dry, and I nodded. The second image was just recognisable as my wife's face on a wet dream body. "My I ask what will change with myself?" "No, but you will find out in what feels like seconds." She held something up to my face and sprayed me. I could just feel myself drop to the floor, then nothing. "John? John?" I blinked my eyes on hearing my wife's voice, and looked around in confusion. There was something blocking my view below my neck, and for a second I didn't recognise the face in front of me. Then it locked in, it was Julie. She was standing feet spread and arms held out to either side at shoulder height. There was a steel plate around her neck that obscured her view of her own body. I could feel I was standing the same way. The reason I didn't immediately recognise her was her face. She was bald with no eyebrows and her nose and lips had changed. The body was the living image of the wet dream I'd seen on the screen. "Julie?" We were both looking wide-eyed at each other. "You're bald... and... your body!" She laughed, "I know, you're bald too! Plus the rest of you!" I tried to look up at myself but failed. I looked again at that fantastic body, and felt the stirrings of lust. I jiggled my hips, and felt my cock flop a bit, and was instantly reassured. The other changes I couldn't make out, but there was no question of changes. "Don't hate me." She was staring intently at me. "Why would I..." "Hello my sweets." We both turned to see her walk into the room. She was nude bar a black leather pair of knickers from which a large fake cock jutted at attention. For a moment she stood there, hands on hips just looking us up and down. "I must say the result was far better than I had thought possible." She turned to Julie and walked over to slide a hand down over her hip. "Lovely, just lovely. Shall I describe what I changed?" It was a rhetorical question; we stayed silent, just watching her. "Starting from the top. No hair. It increases the sense of vulnerability, the change from the previous life. It also allows much more fun in dress up games. Likewise no eyebrows." Her hands slipped down on Julie's nose. "I've shaved it just a bit, and plumped up the lips slightly. You have the most fuckable mouth now my dear." My heart lurched, I both wanted and didn't want to see a cock in that mouth I loved so much. "In more ways than you might think. Your gagging reflex has been disengaged, a minor piece of surgery, so deep-throating will be eminently possible." "The breasts now," A hand shifted down to heft one of her firm tits. "Lovely, and the nipples are a masterwork." She rubbed a thumb against one, and Julie groaned. "Slightly shaped with tiny little implants to leave them permanently semi-erect." She looked at me with a smirk. "I think the boys do love visible headlamps don't you?" Julie looked like she had gone limp with the ministrations of the woman's hand. "An extra little plus is that you've been hard wired. Your nipples now have the sensitivity of a clitoris." She took her hand away and Julie was left breathing deeply. "A trim tummy, tinier waist, and firm lush cheeks." She was slowly walking behind Julie. "I used electrical stimulation to make you as fit as an aerobics instructor. Indeed you will both need to work out at least 2-3 hours a day to stay in the condition you are now in. That is an absolute requirement." I saw her hands on Julie's hips; it looked like she was pulling apart the cheeks. "Now your anus. This is a speciality of mine." Julie's eyes went wide as she sucked in her breath. "The inner membranes have been treated with a cocktail, ha, a little joke of mine, a cocktail of drugs and lotions. It has strengthened those delicate surfaces. Fucking can be rather rough you know." Julie was moaning soft words, "Oh, I never thought it could be so good." "Yes, well the other piece I've done it to use a specialised elctro stimulation of the muscles in combination with penetration to make them receptive to entry, and to optimise the massage of the intruder." I thought of the boy girl on my lap. "One final thing. A small implant has been made deep in your rectum. When it senses a transmitter, like the one located in the tip of this dildo, it sends a pleasure impulse direct to some little wires buried in your brain." I saw the woman pull back, then with a clutch to Julie's hips, slam into her. Julie shouted and jerked in what looked like pain. "Julie, Julie are you all right?" I was terrified. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." The woman's hands slid over Julie's body, one to a breast, one to her crotch as she continued fucking my wife brutally. There was no caress in those hands, they groped and clutched. "So good, so good, so good." Julie was twitching and writhing in front of me. Her words were belying the look of pain in her face. It must have been the most intense pleasure. The woman kept up her hard use of my wife until she orgasmed herself. Then with a satisfied sigh she pulled back, and Julie hung limply in her bondage. She looked like she had passed out. "Jules?" Her eyes opened sleepily, "Oh my god, that was incredible." As the woman walked around her, patting her rump, Julie tried to straighten up. "Please, please do me again. I'll do anything you like." The woman laughed, "You'll do anything I'll like anyway. No Pet, this dildo is the ultimate reward. You please me completely and I might deign to bring it out and fuck you senseless, but only if you please me." Julie looked crestfallen and hopeful at the same time. "As a benchmark, when you've had the 50th new cock up your ass I'll consider it." 50? My wife was to become a complete slut then? My feeling of dread at what we had done increased. "Now let's try you out." She caressed a cheek and walked behind me. When she came back moments later she was nude. I felt a vast relief, not only at the lack of dildo, but in that she was gorgeous. I was more than a little dubious about all this; Julie had been the one that really wanted it. However, if I was going to be a slave, it was far, far better to have a tall leggy big- busted blond as a mistress. "Oh don't worry Poppet, I'll bring back the toy in a moment." My relief was momentary. "I'm going to start describing your changes from the bottom up. First, a minor thing, like your wife, your legs and completely hairless. I like smooth skin." I shivered as she ran a hand up my leg, it did feel incredibly soft. "Now your dildo, that is part of what makes you my masterpiece. Your wife, she is very, very good, but I was starting from excellent material. You, you are one of my best. Going back to your dildo." I could feel her cool hand lift me. It suddenly struck me that though I was incredibly aroused, I wasn't hard. "We've made it bigger, though you might be surprised to know this wasn't what your wife asked for." I shot a glance at Julie, who looked guilty and excited at the same time. Then the woman said a word I couldn't quite make out. "Yes, you didn't understand that did you, but your cock did." Sure enough if was erecting. "I used hypnosis very sparingly on the two of you. The point of this exercise is to bend your mind, your wills, through brute force, not hypnotic persuasion. That's too easy." "So I used it as part of a package of physical training. Your big old cock has been physically changed. Made both longer and thicker. It's now a nice ten incher. Do you like it Pet?" She turned to look at Julie, who nodded hungrily. I was not at all averse to having a bigger prick. I just wish she'd stop calling it her dildo. "The training is in many ways similar to the anal training. It, and your mind, has been brought to respond to voice command only. It will get hard when I want, soft when I want, and only ever ejaculate when I want, which will be rarely." She had two hands wrapped around it, taking long strokes. It felt great. "That's why it's a dildo, not a cock. It does what I want, not what you want." Then she dropped down from view. "You see, when my daddy was training me." That explained much, "I learned to my delight that I loved sucking cock." A tongue snaked up the bottom, making me shiver with delight. "However, I hate being mouth fucked, which is what happens when the cock has its own way." My tip was swathed in wet warmth. Then more, and more as those lips moved up the length. I was shocked when I felt her lips wrap around the base, her tongue darting out at my balls. She pulled back. "That's what you'll be able to do now." I presumed she was talking to Julie, and just relaxed into the pure pleasure of having the best blowjob in my life. She kept at it for I don't know how long. My breathing fast and deep, sometimes catching as she did something wonderful. Julie was staring at the site, flushed and obviously getting aroused again. Then she just stood up, and turned around. Julie gasped and I felt two soft other types of lips at my tip. She pushed back at me and I felt my cock slide into the first cunt other than my wife's. "Yes." It was breathless and drawn out. "Just the right size, not too long, not too thick." I bit my lip at the intensity of the pleasure as she slowly moved up and down my new length. Julie looked incredibly jealous. It was heaven, and it was agony. I desperately wanted to move, to go faster than this slow languid pace. My mind snapped in that this was perhaps both the best and worst on being dominated. Incredible pleasure, but not how you would have it. After I don't know how long I felt her shudder around me, obviously having an orgasm. She pulled off and stood up, looking flushed and pleased. Another of those words that I didn't understand and I felt my cock going soft. I shouted as if punched, incredibly frustrated. I so needed to cum, but it wasn't going to happen. The woman looked like the cat that ate the canary as she walked back behind me. She said another of those words, and I felt a slight cramping at my crotch. What had just happened? There was silence for a minute. I could think of nothing to say, and Julie looked glazed up and down my body. Two hands pulled apart my buttocks from behind, and I whimpered as a slick hardness pressed between them. "Your turn Poppet." Then I felt myself do as Julie had done, a hard drawn in breath and bugged out eyes. The dildo simply slid inside me. My muscles opened to it effortlessly, letting her penetrate me with ease. This was nothing like the painful rape of that night with the men. It was... I'm not sure I had words. It was nothing I had ever felt before. I felt full as she began to pull out, and then glide back in. "Now, the rest of your slight changes." Her hands simultaneously slapped at my cheeks. "Yes, a very nice bounce, not fatty, nor overly hard and muscular. Just right." Those cool hands slide up my cheeks to my waist. I was puzzled; they slid in like my waist was smaller than my hips. I began to get scared as her hands circled in to my tummy. It felt flat and smooth. "Yes, wonderful isn't it. Now for your wife's request." Her travelling hands continued moving up, and where I expected, desperately wanted them to keep going up straight, they hit a curve and began to move smoothly out. "Julie? Julie? NO!" I had breasts, big ones. "Oh yes, a matching pair to your wife's." Her tongue wetly stroked my ear as she whispered the horror. "In fact your dimensions are exactly the same. You even have the same special nipples." Her hands made it there and I jerked in the electric pleasure. "Plus..." One hand pulled away and suddenly slapped down between my legs. Where she should have hit my cock, she now slapped up at... nothing. I was crying, limp in the horror and the pleasure of it as that hand slid against two soft sensitive lips, into a wet cavern and reached for this button that jolted me with the electricity up my spine my nipples where giving me. I didn't understand, didn't get it. How could this have happened? "And when you are good..." I could feel her hips pull back until the tip was just inside me, then slam forward. It was like time slowed. I could feel every millimetre of that thing in my ass move in. Every ridge, every bump register on the soft membranes of my insides until it hit bottom. My world exploded. The pleasure from my chest and my crotch combined with that pure hit when that tip rubbed something down deep inside me. My world collapsed into this so intense orgasm. Then she pulled back and I caught my breath, only to have her do it again, and again. Her motions were hard, brutal, but gave me pleasure I didn't know a body could feel. It was burning me up, yet I wanted more, craved more, never wanted it to stop. Until it did, she pulled back. A hand slid off one breast to slowly stroke down my back. I had no energy, couldn't move if I wanted to, but felt that soft tingle of those fingers leave a trail of fire down my back. "My little masterpiece." She walked between us, one hand rubbing a nipple each. "You will be such fun for me. Poppet." I dimly looked up, already responding to what she called me. "My little Pet will normally being in charge when I'm not around." Julie looked both miserable and excited. "She will teach you what you need to know. You will still go back to work. We can disguise that body to look like a fat man. It will be such fun for you both. In case either of your forget your new role, I am going to introduce you to my punishment regime. I don't mean S&M, that will be a normal working part of your life, I mean punishment." She nodded, and both of us gasped. I felt like a thousand needles were being lightly pressed against my spine, "That is the reminder level." She nodded again, and I grunted as the needles felt like they were being pressed in, "A minor infraction." Then my body went ridged as I tried to curl up in a ball, my whole body aflame with the most intense pain. "A more serious offence." We both hung slackly as the pain instantly went away. The memory of it was enough, and both of us were sobbing. "There are two further levels of pain that I hope I shall never have to use with you. Enough for now, it's time to return you to your home and your new lives. I'll be in contact when you awake to inform you of your day's activities. Sleep." I instantly dropped into unconsciousness. I slowly awoke, and warm and surrounded by a duvet. The memories were instantly clear in my mind, but I didn't want to open my eyes and wake up. If I just stayed lying here I could pretend it was all a bad dream. A body shuffled in the bed behind me and a hand slipped up over that new waist and came to cup a breast. "John, is that you?" "Yes. Oh god." She was rolling a nipple between two fingers. "Nice isn't it? "Why did you choose this for me?" I hated the miserable whine in my voice. Her's was bitter in return, "It was fast, I had no time to think. All I remembered was how turned on I was watching you get it in the ass, then I thought how we wouldn't really be husband and wife any more and how nice it would be to have a best friend." At the end her voice turned into a sob. "But you knew how much I hated the thought of being with men. That's what this bloody body's been made for!" "Just like you forgot how much I disliked artificial woman. How many times have I harangued in front of you about the cheesiness of porn stars, yet that's what you wanted to make me!" I turned in the bed, all angry and ready to keep fighting and saw her there. Still just her face, the face I loved, but bald and with just the site of her enormous breasts under the duvet. I also felt the sway of my own chest and looked down. The wind went out of both of our sails, and crying we reached for each other. We held each other close, and then slowly both our breathing got deeper. Her breasts were crushed against mine, and any little movement rubbed our nipples together. Her lips found mine, and suddenly we were kissing. My lips felt bigger, as did hers, and were very sensitive. She ran a hand down my body to clutch at my bum. It all felt so weird, so wrong, and yet so exquisitely good. Breaking apart we looked at each other again. She grinned wryly, "Its not all so bad, is it?" Bending down she first licked and then sucked at one of my nipples. It was so good. Her hands roamed over my ultra sensitive skin, one slowly, teasingly drifting up between my legs until she cupped my cockless crotch. "You know women don't turn me on, but God, knowing it's you in there!" A finger started wriggling between those lips, and brought a groan out. Without words she started to move, and I watched as she lifted one of her legs, the same ones I'd always loved, over my face. Funny, I'd seen this position in porno movies, but we'd never actually done it. Now it seemed right as I brought my tongue to her cunt, and shivered as she brought hers to mine. I don't know how long we carried on like that, slowly drifting from position to position, using our tongues and fingers on each other. No words were spoken; this was just our way of finding each other again. A clinical part of my mind thought this perverse, wrong, but this was beyond thought. Finally we lay there, my head resting on her shoulder, her hand idly stroking my bald pate. "Wow, and to think I thought girl on girl stuff was perverse. That was yummy." She paused, "You know I have some of the code words for your bits?" I went still, immediately I was desperate for proper sex. She said something I couldn't understand, that was really disconcerting, but my belly cramped, and we both watched as my cock slithered out. Soft it seemed not much different. "It's about the only bit of you I recognise." She said another word, and I couldn't help but draw in a long breath as that old familiar warmth in my belly grew, and my cock began to expand. It was bigger, much bigger. The bloody thing was a good ten inches long! Julie squirmed down the bed, and rolled between my knees. "I want to try this out." The view was surreal, her bald head slowly swallowing this monster penis. That the view was framed by two large tits made it all the weirder. Julie kept taking in inch after inch, her eyes growing wider and wider. We looked at each other, both stunned, as her lips encircled the base. She pulled back, "That is freaky, I kept expecting to gag, but it just went down and down." One of her hands dropped to her pussy. "I'm wet again." She giggled, and then dropped her mouth down on me again. After a while she started to moan around me, the vibration being incredible, and her hand began to work faster. Then with a muffled scream, she clearly had an orgasm, and breathing hard through her nose, pulled up. I laughed, "Was it good for you?" "Yeah, but now for the main course." She walked up the bed on her knees, straddling my legs, and lifted the monster to her cunt. Her head dropped back, lip bit between her teeth as she sank down, impaling herself. "Oh baby..." And I was sort of forgotten. Julie rocked up and down, touching herself, changing speed and cumming twice before I got fed up and reached for her hips. "Faster Jules, I need it faster." She laughed, "Oops, almost forgot you were there. She's right, it is the perfect dildo. I'm not done yet though." Her hands grabbed mine and pinned me to the bed as she giggled. I tried to struggle, but she was able to hold me there without too much trouble. "Wow, I think I'm stronger than you now." I started to cry, but she just bit her lip and closed her eyes, still going her own pace. One more cum, then she lifted off, and I felt myself pointed a bit further back. "Oh yeah..." I slid into her with all the ease of the boy girl the other day. It didn't help to know that I would open up the same way. Julie just kept rocking herself until a voice suddenly spoke up, "Hello children." We both looked frantically around in the room. There was a laugh, "Don't worry, I'm not there, though I have enjoyed the show. Pet, I didn't expect you to take charge so quickly." Julie looked at me, suddenly ashamed of treating me like she did. "You're ears are wired up with micro transmitters, you can hear me but no one else can." I wondered what other changes to our bodies we yet didn't know about. "It's six am now, time for you to exercise before going to work. You will find two exercise outfits lay out on the larger bureau. There is a video I want you to follow in the machine downstairs. This will be your morning workout. After work I will expect you to go to a gym I've chosen. Ta for now, I'll be in touch soon." Julie got off me, and mumbled something that made me go soft. She was hanging her head, "I'm sorry honey. I don't know what came over me. It was just feeling so good I wanted it to go on and on. I'm sorry." I smiled ruefully, "It's okay, it wasn't exactly all bad. But I so need to cum!" "Uhmm, I don't know that code w