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Now, Jane Part II: Friday Night - by L.S.J When I neared the bottom of the stairway I saw Lydia sitting on the living room couch with her legs curled up, flipping through a magazine, wearing a man's white button-down shirt and seemingly nothing else. I paused at the foot of the stairway to gaze at her ? at her supple legs and shapely torso; at her distinctive face with delicate lips and thin nose and high cheekbones and green-gray eyes that crossed slightly when she became excited; at the lustrous dark brown hair that framed her face and rested lazily on her shoulders. She glanced up, saw me staring, flashed her wickedly crooked smile and said, "Come here." I walked over and stood at the end of the low cocktail table that fronted the couch. "Were you staring at me?" she asked as she put down the magazine. "Er, ah, yes, Mistress Lydia. I was," I said, lowering my eyes. "No, that's all right, you may look at me now. But why were you staring at me? That's very impolite, you know." "Because I, uh, had not had the privilege and pleasure of seeing you at all today, Mistress, because I was blindfolded the whole time." "Yes, so you were." She shifted her position on the couch. I caught a glimpse of pale blue panties beneath the shirt she wore and noticed that the shirt was one of mine. "Did you enjoy the afternoon's activities?" "Yes, Mistress. It was a very, uh, stimulating experience for me." "I can't argue with that. ? So, how do those panties fit?" "Fine, Mistress." "Not too tight?" "No, Mistress." "Let me see. Open up." I undid the sash of the electric-blue kimono-style robe that barely reached the top of my thighs and held it open to show her the bright yellow bikini panties, in which my penis had begun to stir from its softness. "Hmmm, maybe they do fit you just right," she said. "Now turn around." I did and lifted the kimono up, exposing my pantied rear. "They fit your ass really nice. Speaking of which, how are your cheeks? Still tingling?" "Yes, Mistress." "Let me see. Bend over and pull your panties down." I complied. "Oooh, still nice and pink, the way a slave's ass should be after a good spanking. What color do you think your sissy butt would be after a caning, or maybe a nice flogging?" "I don't know, Mistress." "We'll find out, won't we? Now that's enough. Pull your panties up, fix your kimono and turn around." "Yes, Mistress." "Now, Jane, I'm getting a little hungry. There's a selection of salads and some other things from the gourmet shop in the refrigerator. Go and make me a nice plate and bring it to me, with a glass of white wine from one of the chilled bottles." "Yes, Mistress Lydia." I went into the kitchen and got the food out of the refrigerator. As I starting preparing a plate for her I wondered how much of my time as her slave would involve preparing meals, doing laundry, cleaning house and performing other humbling tasks. After grabbing a knife, fork and napkin I delivered the plate of food to her, then quickly went back to pour her glass of wine. "Your wine, Mistress," I said as I handed her the glass. "Thank you, Jane," she said, then gestured to the floor. "You may kneel." As I dropped to my knees on the living room carpet I felt strangely more submissive, more under her control, more helpless than when she had me imprisoned on her bed, bound, blindfolded and gagged. She took a few bites of food and a sip of wine then asked: "So, Jane, when did you develop your particular fondness for panties? I'm certain it didn't start with me." "Uh, excuse me, Mistress." "You heard me." "I, uh, don't remember exactly. But having an older sister had something to do with it." "Really. How much older?" "Five years." "And what? She dressed you in her underwear?" "Lord, no, nothing like that. But I would, you know, see her things in the bathroom or laundry and ?" "And you stole her panties and jerked off with them," she said matter- of-factly as she continued eating. "I never stole any, but I did borrow them from time to time." "Dirty panties from the laundry, or clean ones from her drawer?" "Both, actually." "How old were you when you started this?" "About 13, I guess." "So she was 18, nice for you. What exactly did you do with your sister's panties? Did you cum in them?" "Uh, no, well, only a couple of times. Mostly I was afraid to do that, figuring I would get caught." "Then tell me what you did do." "I would rub them on myself ?" "On your little boy's penis?" "Yes. Or on my chest, or my face." "What else? I'm fascinated." "I would, uh, wrap them around my cock, or put them over my head." "Such a little panty pervert. Did you ever get caught?" "No, I didn't." "That's too bad. But I'm sure she suspected something. Was she a babe when she was 18?" "Yes, she was, uh, attractive." "Did you fantasize about her when you were beating off?" "No, God, I mean, she's my sister. Her friends were my, uh, inspiration." "I'm sure they'd have been so flattered to know that their friend's little brother was thinking of them as he beat off with his sister's panties draped over his head. Did they ever have anything to do with you?" "No, they either ignored me or tried to embarrass me, which wasn't difficult." "I'm sure it wasn't. In fact, I'd say you're blushing a bit right now. And I bet you're getting nice and hard under your panties. Are you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Oh, you're so easy," she said as she finished the wine in her glass. "Go get the bottle of wine and bring it in here." "Yes, Mistress." When I returned she had reclined on the couch, leaving her half-eaten plate on the cocktail table. She held out her glass and I filled it, then put the bottle down and, as instructed, returned to my kneeling position. "You must be hungry, huh?" "A little, Mistress." "You can finish what's on my plate. Just don't make a mess." "No, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress." I was actually quite hungry and I wanted to wolf down the food but instead I ate it slowly, even delicately. Still, there wasn't all that much and it took me only a few minutes to finish everything on the plate. "Sorry, girl, that's all you get," she said with a grin. "You'll need energy for tonight, but we do have to keep an eye on your figure. Here, you can have some wine." "Thank you, Mistress," I said as I reached out for the glass, which contained little more than a full swallow's worth. I drank it in three sips. When I put down the wine glass she said sharply: "OK, Jane. Dinner break is over. I want you to clear this table and whatever mess you made in the kitchen, then meet me upstairs. You have a lot to learn and do this evening, so don't waste any time." "No, Mistress, of course not." "Move it, then." I scrambled to my feet, picked up the bottle, plate, glass and utensils and took them into the kitchen. As I rinsed off the plate I heard Lydia go up the stairs. I couldn't imagine what she had planned for the rest of the evening. I put everything into the dishwasher, dried my hands and rushed up the stairs. "In here," she commanded, indicating the bathroom. As I stepped in, she followed immediately behind and said, "Stand facing the mirror, take off your kimono and give me the sash." As I handed her the sash she told me to put my hands out in front of me. I did, and she proceeded to tie my wrists tightly, leaving two lengths the sash hanging freely. "Now spread your legs and raise your arms." I did, then she reached up and tied the loose ends of the sash to the shower curtain rod. I had no idea what she was doing until she opened the medicine cabinet and took out a silvery safety razor and a pink tube labeled shaving gel. She saw me looking at the razor. "That's right, Jane. I'm going to shave your legs and under your arms." I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh. "I know you're not really hairy at all, and what hair you do have is actually very soft and fair, but I want my slave girl to be nice and smooth all over. And shaving is still the best way. We can both be thankful that you don't have any nasty chest or back hair." She applied the cool gel to my armpits. "Does that feel good, Jane?" "Oh, Jesus," was what I managed to say. "That's not a proper response, missy, especially to someone who has a razor." "I'm sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me. But yes, it feels good." She began putting the gel on my legs, starting with my thighs. I looked at myself in the mirror for just a second, then turned my eyes away. "Now don't get the idea that this is going to be a regular thing. Me shaving you, that is. You'll be doing it yourself after this. I just want to make sure that it's done right the first time." After she had covered my legs from my thighs to my ankles, she toweled off her hands, picked up the razor and said, "Now stand still. Very still. You don't want any nicks or cuts or anything else, do you?" "No, Mistress. I will be still." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tensed my body. I felt and heard the razor gently scrape my left armpit, then the right. "There, that's not so difficult, is it?" she said as she ran a hand over my freshly shaven skin. "No, Mistress." "OK, now your legs." She crouched in front of me and moved the razor to the inside of my left thigh, at the top, right up by my panties, then slowly brought it down to my knee. My cock twitched. "Oh, I see you like it," she said teasingly. "But don't get too excited. In fact, don't move at all." I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling and concentrate on being still. She continued the slow, steady strokes with the razor. The feeling of being shaved there was totally new and not unpleasant at all, and the idea of having shaved legs was both exciting ? I wondered how my legs would look in sheer stockings or pantyhose, and how they would feel ? and troubling. Did she intend for me to have hairless legs just this weekend, or beyond? How could I ever go to the gym? Even if I wore sweatpants and a T-shirt, I couldn't take a shower there. How long would it take for my hair to grow back? What would it look like when it did? Damn, what was I really getting myself into? "There," she said when she had finished shaving both legs from top to bottom. I looked down and saw her kneeling before me. She glanced up, winked at me, smiled and said, "Oh, why not." Then she yanked my panties down and began rubbing the shaving gel onto my pubic hair. I wriggled my hips and panted, "Please, no, not ?" She slapped my fully erect dick and barked, "Shut up and hold still. I was only going to shave your pits and legs, but now I definitely want you hairless here, too. C'mon, don't you think it'll feel good be get rid of your nasty pubes and be all nice and smooth?" "No, Mistress, no, I don't ?" "I used to shave my pussy, you know. Did it for a year or more. It was all right, but a little too much work, if you know what I mean, so I let everything grow back. Do you like shaved pussies?" "No, I, uh, don't know. I've never seen, uh, been with anyone who did that." "Well, you won't be able to say that in a few minutes. Now, definitely hold absolutely still." I shut my eyes and started breathing heavily through my mouth as she placed the razor on my groin. She was actually doing it: I was going to have a shaved crotch! I gritted my teeth and did everything possible to not move a single muscle. I tried not to feel or hear the razor being guided around and under my cock and balls. "OK, girl, we're finished," she said, gently tapping the head of my dick before standing and putting the gel and razor aside. She reached up and untied the ends of the sash that held my arms above me. I let out a deep sigh and felt a gentle tingling everywhere I had been shaved. But I dared not look. She then took my hands, but instead of untying the sash that bound my wrists she wrapped the two loose ends around and around before fashioning another knot. "Step into the tub and raise your arms again so you can be rinsed off." She turned on the shower and directed the hard, warm spray to my armpits, then to my groin and legs. I looked down at the bottom of the tub and watched the foamy gel and my hair run down the drain. I couldn't work up the nerve the take a good look at my legs or crotch. "OK, Jane, all gone," she said when she turned off the shower. "So how does it feel to be hairless?" "Strange, Mistress. Right now, just strange." "You'll come to love it. Now sit in the tub. It's time for your bath." I sat down, she flipped the stopper and turned on the water, adjusting it to be way past warm. "I want you to take a nice hot bath, as hot as you can take it," she said as she stood over me with her hands on her hips. She then picked up a tiny bottle and poured its contents into the rising water. Small, glistening beads formed on the surface. "It's scented bath oil, girl. Lavender. It's very relaxing, and good for your skin. ? Here, I want you to use this shampoo, and this conditioner. I want your hair as clean and manageable as possible. Make sure you rinse with clean water." "Yes, Mistress. But ?" "But what?" "My hands, Mistress," I said, raising my bound wrists to her. "Don't you think a slave should be able to bathe herself with her hands tied? Or is it that you want to feel up your bare legs and your bald crotch?" "No, Mistress, I, uh, wouldn't be able to bathe myself or wash my hair without getting the sash wet, and I don't want to ruin the pretty kimono by damaging the sash." "Well, that's creative, and sensible, too. You're right, it's important for a girl to take good care of her pretty things. All right, I'll untie you." "Thank you, Mistress. You are kind." "Yes, I am. Now turn off the water before it overflows." "Yes, Mistress." "I'm going to allow you to bathe in privacy, missy. Just don't abuse the privilege. Soak for a bit, then do your hair. I'll let you know when your time's up." "Thank you, Mistress." "One more thing. If you have to pee after your bath, you'll do it sitting down, like all girls do." "Yes, Mistress." She turned away from me and closed the door behind her. I slid down in the steamy water with my arms at my sides, breathed in the scent of the oil, closed my eyes and relaxed, mentally and physically. But only for a moment or two. I couldn't deny acknowledging my situation any longer than that. I slid my hands up and down my smooth legs and over my hairless scrotum. Yes, I was sitting in a tub of scented bath water after being shaved from the waist down. I was allowing myself to be subjugated and feminized, and I had no clue what might come next. It was more than I had ever asked for, more than I had ever fantasized about, more, maybe, than I could handle. But it was also so exciting, so unreal, so consuming that I knew I had to continue, that I had to find out where it would lead, where I would be taken. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it, then applied the conditioner. "Are you about finished in there?" Lydia called from outside the closed door. "Yes, Mistress. Just a minute, please." I rinsed out the conditioner, stepped out of the tub, opened the drain, grabbed a bath towel and began to dry myself. My skin felt very smooth, even a bit slick, from the oil. I combed out my hair then stepped over to the toilet to pee, sitting down. "Get moving in there." "Yes, Mistress. I'm coming." I wrapped the towel around my waist, then moved it up and tried to wrap it around my chest, the way a woman would, but clumsily dropped it to the floor. "Now, Jane." I left the towel on the floor and walked out to her bedroom naked, more naked than I had ever been. Lydia was standing in the far corner of the room, still wearing my button-down shirt. She was holding what looked to be two white scarves in her left hand. As I approached her I cast my eyes downward and put my hands at my sides. My erect cock bobbed with each of my steps. "Stop there," she snapped. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." I did, and she wrapped a scarf around my wrists and tied it tightly. Then she placed another one over my eyes and tied it behind my head. "Kneel, slave," she commanded. As I knelt I heard the click of a switch, then a recorded voice. Mine. "I want to be your bitch, your slave girl. I want to surrender entirely to you, to dress up for you, to serve you, to worship you. ... Oh, Lydia, please. Please let me be your slut, your sissy. I'll be your whore. I'll be your devoted slave girl. I'll dress up for you and always be ready to serve you. ? Please, Lydia, please, please let me be your bitch. Please let me be your slave girl, your panty slut, your whore, your lesbian toy. Please, please let me dress up for you and service you. I'll be pretty, I'll be perfectly obedient, I'll do whatever you say, whatever you command. ? I know I'm not worthy, I don't deserve the privilege of serving you, but please, please accept me as your sissy, your slut, your pussy slave." "Sound familiar, Jane?" "Yes, Mistress. That's me, from this afternoon." "Yes, it is. I thought I'd record it, just in case you had any thoughts of trying to back out." "No, Mistress, no, I wouldn't." "And now that I've shaved your legs and balls I think you realize that I'm very serious about this arrangement." "Yes, Mistress, I do. ? I am, too." "So what's your name?" "My name is Jane, Mistress." "Who am I?" "You are Mistress Lydia." "And what are you?" "I am your slave girl, Mistress." "And you will be all weekend, straight through until the stroke of midnight Monday night, right?" "Yes, Mistress. I belong to you." "And what is your job, dear Jane?" "To obey you and to please you, Mistress. In any way I can." "That's exactly right, slave and to do that you're going to have to understand some rules. Now pay close attention and remember what I'm telling you." "Yes, Mistress." "The first thing is that you are my slave, my property. You have willingly given yourself to me, and I now possess you totally. I can do anything I want with and to you. Do you understand?" Naked, hairless below the neck, on my knees, bound and blindfolded, I understood completely. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "This means that you will obey my every command, without the slightest hesitation. You will wear what I want you to wear, do what I tell you to do and go where I tell you to go. You will kiss, lick, suck, bite, eat, drink or swallow anything I tell you to, and you will attach to or insert into your body anything I want you to. Is that all clear?" "Yes, Mistress." "You will not speak unless spoken to or given permission, and you will not look at me directly unless I give you permission or your task requires it." "Yes, Mistress." "Because you are not properly trained as a slave, you will be restrained unless I require you to move about, you will be blindfolded unless I need you to see, and you will be gagged unless I need you to use your mouth. Is that clear." "Yes, Mistress." "You are not to touch yourself without my permission, even to go to the bathroom. And if I require your services sexually you are forbidden to cum unless I say you can." "Of course, Mistress." "If you fail to follow any of these rules or fail to please me in any way, you will be punished. And if I fail to punish you immediately after a transgression ? such as, say, the way you failed to address me properly when we were down in the living room, or how you dared talk back to me while you were being shaved ? don't think that means you've gotten away with something. Punishment will come when I see fit." "Yes, Mistress." "Your punishment may be severe, depending on what you do. You may use the usual safe word at any time, provided you're not gagged, of course. If you say it once I will stop whatever we're doing and pause until you're ready to resume. If you say it three times in succession without stopping, I will break off whatever we're doing and release you immediately ? and for good. I simply won't see you again if you do that. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "Now keep in your mind every second that you're not just my slave, you're my girl slave, my personal sissy. You'll have to look and act and walk like a girl ? and think like a girl ? or else you're going to be in for a real tough time. Forget about being a guy, about having a cock. Focus on being feminine, on having a clit. Put all your thoughts and effort into being my sweet little slave bitch and you'll do just fine, Jane, just fine." "I'll try, Mistress." "You'd better do better than try, dear." "Yes, Mistress." "Do you have any questions, slave?" "No, Mistress." "Good. Now stand up. I have something special for you." Considering what I had experienced already that day, I couldn't fathom what she might consider special. I heard her get some things out of her closet then open two or more boxes. "Now I want you to stand as still as you did when I was shaving you," she said, standing right in front of me, so close I could feel her breath. "This may feel a little odd at first, but it'll be worth it, trust me." "Yes, Mistress." I smelled something slightly medicinal and felt something soft and wet ? a pad or small sponge, I guessed ? on the right side of my chest. Lydia began to move the pad or sponge in a circular motion on my breast, all around the nipple, leaving a damp, sticky feeling on my skin. I dared not ask what she was doing. She then paused for a second and repeated the same action on the left side of my chest. The moistness, the motion and the mystery were getting me hot, and I thrust my hips forward just a bit, hoping my cock could just brush one of her bare legs. "None of that, slut. Now, absolutely still." I sensed her stepping away from me, then I heard the rustling of tissue paper and a couple of other unidentifiable noises close by. A moment later, I felt something smooth being pressed onto the right side of my chest. I could feel Lydia applying the pressure with her hands but I couldn't feel her hands on me. There was something soft and sort of squishy but seemingly heavy between her hands and my chest. When she eased up and pulled her hands away I realized first that she had attached something to me ? it felt like a water-filled balloon ? then I guessed what. I let out a quick, short shriek. "Yes, doll, I'm giving you breasts," Lydia cooed. "Beautiful women's breasts. I told you I had something special for you." "Oh God," I exhaled. "No swooning yet, missy. The adhesive on this one has to set, and I have to put the left one on. You want your lovely new breast forms to be straight, don't you? Hold still." She put the second device in place and pressed it onto me. Breast forms. Jesus. She was gluing false tits onto my chest! OK, so I had a thing for panties since adolescence and I had beat off with them and put them on whenever I got the opportunity, and I had been turned on when Lydia had me wear her panties and even more turned on when she had me buy my own and more turned on still when she had added bra, garter belt and stockings to the mix. Did all that mean I wanted or desired anything more? This ? being shaved, having boobs ? was too much, more than I had ever dreamed of, or had nightmares about. What more would there be? What more could there be? She stopped pressing on me, then I felt her hands under the breast forms, cupping them, weighing them. "God, these are damn close to real," she said softly. "The weight is about right, the texture almost feels like skin, the skin tone isn't a bad match for you, they stick out really nice, and they have these nice hard nipples." She then squeezed the two forms and slapped them gently. "And they have great jiggle." "Jesus, Lydia," I muttered. "What? What was that?" "Nothing, Mistress. I'm sorry. I was just ..." "You were just overcome at the thought of having such delicious tits, right, Jane?" "Yes, Mistress." "And they are delicious. You should be a perfect 38-C, which will give us all sorts of bra options we didn't have before. Isn't that exciting?" "Yes, Mistress." "And you know what? This adhesive is absolutely super. It's won't irritate your skin but it sticks like nothing else. The heat of your body makes it bind stronger, supposedly. You can even bathe, shower or swim and your boobs will stay right where they are." "H-h-how l-l-long does it last?" I asked. "Until I use the special solvent that came with it. What's the matter, did you think they were on you for good?" "No, Mistress, I didn't, er, I don't know about such things." "All you need to know is that the tits stay on until I decide they come off. Got it?" "Yes, Mistress." "Now, Jane, tell me how they feel on you." "They feel, uh, heavy, Mistress." "Surprise, surprise. Now you have some idea what women have to carry around all day, every day. You'll get used to the added weight. It may take you a bit to adjust your posture, but you'll be all right. You'll also have to get used to their simply being there, to doing things without your big tits getting in the way." "Yes, Mistress." "Would like to see your breasts?" "Yes, Mistress." "Ask me then." "Mistress, would you please remove my blindfold so I might see my new breasts?" "Yes, Jane, I will. Let's move over to the dressing table mirror." She guided me a few steps and told me to sit down. When I was seated, she untied the knot in the scarf then slowly drew the blindfold away from my eyes. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked straight ahead and saw them in the mirror above her dressing table. My breasts, my firm, full, round breasts. I was stunned at how they looked on me. I couldn't believe it was my body that I was seeing in the mirror. My new breasts weren't totally realistic, of course, but pretty damn close. They nearly matched the color of my skin, and I could barely detect the edges where the forms met my chest. The dark nipples, rising from pink aureolas, appeared very real indeed. I moved my shoulders to and fro and watched the breasts sway and bounce with my movements. Then I tucked in my chin looked down at the mounds that protruded bizarrely yet somehow naturally from my body, and the nipples that stood out firmly. I felt my cock reach another level of hardness. "Well, what do you think, Jane?" said Lydia, who was standing beside me. "I, uh, don't know, Mistress," I replied, not lying. "What do you mean you don't know? Don't you think your breasts are lovely?" "Yes, Mistress. They're very pretty. Thank you, thank you for giving me such lovely breasts." "Do you think they're big enough? I thought about larger sizes, because you are quite a big girl you know, but I figured making you a 40-D might be a little overwhelming." "I think they're, uh, just the right size, Mistress." "Good. Now, I bet you'd like to touch them." "Yes, Mistress, I would." "Ask." "Mistress, would you please untie my hands so I might touch my new breasts?" "Yes, Jane. I'll allow you to touch your tits." She stepped behind me, reached down to my wrists and untied the scarf that bound them. "Now you may touch your breasts. Touch, not fondle." I slowly drew my hands around my body and raised them to the breast forms. I touched them gingerly, on the sides, then moved my fingers around to the nipples and cupped the plump mounds in my hands. The soft, smooth, yielding surface was neither warm nor cool, and while the texture wasn't exactly skin-like, it wasn't especially artificial- feeling, either. I looked into the mirror and was momentarily entranced by the sight of myself with my hands on the full, round boobs that jutted from my chest. "How do they feel, Jane?" "Nice, Mistress. Very nice." "Go ahead, rub them a bit." I ran my hands over the false tits then pressed them a bit to gauge their pliancy, which I found to be surprisingly near those of real female breasts. "Christ, it's a good thing those nipples aren't sensitive. You'd probably have your hands on your tits all day. ? Now get up and go to the foot of the bed. Your things are there." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I took my hands off the breast forms and got up off the dressing table bench. I turned and saw what was waiting for me on the bed ? a satiny hot-pink bra with matching panties and a rounded device about four or even five inches tall with a flat base, bulbous middle and tapered top. "You know what this is, right?" Lydia said as she held out the pink butt plug. "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Then you know where it goes, and where it stays." "Yes, Mistress." "Judging from the look on your face I'd say you've never had one in you before." "No, Mistress, I haven't." "Yet another first for little Jane. How sweet. Here, this'll help." She handed me a small tube of lubricant. I applied a generous dab to my asshole, then she handed me the plug and I gave it a good coating. "Whoa, that's enough. You'll want to save some of that for later." I handed her the tube and stood still for a second, holding the plug in my right hand. "What are you waiting for, bitch? Put it in." "Yes, Mistress." Unsure of how to insert it without causing maximum discomfort, I tried holding the plug with both hands behind my ass, then bending my knees and easing my hips backward until I felt its softly pointed tip make contact with my hole. I then pushed it in as slowly and gently as possible until it was about halfway inside me, at which point my ass virtually sucked it the rest of the way in, with only the flat base preventing total insertion. I grimaced and moaned and bucked as the plug settled into place, feeling at least twice its actual size. "How does it feel to have your ass jammed up like that, sweetie? Maybe not so wonderful now, but as your hole gets used to it you'll love being plugged. You'll crave it, you'll beg for it." Filled so awkwardly, so uncomfortably, so rudely, I sincerely doubted that. "Look at your clit right now ? as excited as ever. You like the plug already, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," I sighed in response, unable to deny my cock's intensified hardness. "That's my girl. Now put on your panties, then your bra." I pulled the bikinis up my shaved legs and over my hips and felt for the first time the enthralling sensation of soft panties against my shaved crotch. I put the bra around my waist backwards and upside down to more easily fasten the back closure, then twisted it around and lifted it up and pulled the straps over my shoulders. I drew the front of the bra over my new breasts then adjusted things until they were properly cradled in the softly molded cups. The bra fit me perfectly ? my boobs rose fully and firmly, with a nice touch of cleavage ? and the support it provided made the forms feel lighter, less pendulous, on my chest. "A perfect 38-C, just like I said," Lydia said with a sly grin. "Now, that's a demi bra with molded cups and minimal padding. You're going to have to learn things like that about bras now that you have tits, Jane." "Yes, Mistress." "OK, time to do your hair. Hands behind your back." I did as she ordered, but said meekly, "Oh, Mistress, must I be tied again?" "Yes, missy, you must. And if you don't shut up you'll be gagged again, too," she said sharply as she rewound the scarf around my wrists and tied it more tightly than before. She guided me back to the bench in front of the dressing table and directed me to sit. When I put my weight on the padded bench the plug seemed to drive deeper into my ass than was possible. I squirmed and wriggled my cheeks to find a good position but soon gave up and resigned myself to the anal discomfort. "Ooh, look now nice your tits jut out when your hands are tied behind you back," Lydia said, looking into the mirror. I checked my reflection, and couldn't disagree. "Now, Jane, your job is to sit nice and still while I try to do something cute with your hair. You can stare at your tits in the mirror or daydream about all the wonderful things I have in store for you, just don't move your head." "Yes, Mistress." Standing behind me, she combed out my still-damp hair, brushed it roughly, then applied a few spritzes from a plastic spray bottle. "I want you to always wear bra and panties when you fix yourself up, hair, makeup, you know." "Yes, Mistress." "Now, if your hair were a little longer I could probably do something really pretty. This length of yours is just too in-between for decent styling. And your color isn't great either. It's not really brown but not quite blond, either. Well, maybe we can do something about that later. Some highlights, maybe. Going to a good salon would be the best thing, but I'll just work with what you have for now." In the mirror I saw her pick up a pink plastic roller and felt her separate and pull on a lock of my hair in the back. Then she rolled the hair tightly, almost painfully so, before fastening the roller with a clip of some sort. I must have winced. "Is that tight?" "Yes, Mistress, it is." "Good. ? I suspect having your hair rolled and styled is another first for you." "Yes, Mistress." She continued, and within a few minutes all of my hair was tightly bound in pink rollers of different sizes, a dozen or more of them. "Now don't you look simply adorable," she teased. "Just think how much you've changed in the past hour or so, doll. Shaved legs, shaved crotch, big boobs, butt plug up your ass, new pink undies, curlers in your hair. You're becoming a girl, a real girl. And that's what you wanted, isn't it, to be my real live slave girl?" "Yes, Mistress." "Now, Jane, it's time for your makeup. I'm going to fix up your face and make it so pretty you won't recognize yourself. I'll start with your eyebrows. They need some work." She stepped around the bench and stood in front of me. She picked up small tweezers and scissors and starting plucking and snipping at my eyebrows. I sat silently and watched her breasts, nearly right at my eye level, move gently beneath the loose fitting shirt she wore. "You're going to have to learn how to do all this yourself," she said as she picked up an eyebrow pencil. "I'm not going to explain everything to you now, because you'd probably forget, anyway. They have these booklets and magazines at the drug store, 'Makeup Basics', 'The Essentials of Makeup', things like that. I'll get you one of those. ? Or I could have you go out to get one for yourself." God, I hadn't even considered that she might send me out of the house dressed as a woman. No, she was just teasing, trying to scare me a little. "Now, Jane, I'm going to do your eyes. Don't move. Don't close your eyes or even blink unless I tell you to." "Yes, Mistress." She began by applying mascara to my eyelashes with a tiny brush, then added something around my eyes ? did she say it was eyeliner? ? with a thin pencil, then something else with a small brush, and more with the brush on my eyelids after telling me to close my eyes. "There, good girl," she said. "You can relax, a little. Now for your face. I'm so glad you shaved really closely today and that what little beard you have is so light. It'll be so much easier to make you look cute." Powder came first, then some rouge, I think, then I don't know what. I was so mesmerized by the delicate smells, the feel of the soft brushes and pads and Lydia's fingers on my face, and the notion that I was getting totally made up that I really didn't pay attention to exactly what she was doing to me. "OK, sis, now we're getting there. Lip liner isn't really necessary. All you need now is lipstick. C'mon, pucker up." I pursed my lips as she uncovered the lipstick, which was a deep, rich pink. "Do you like the color, Jane?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Because your nail polish will be almost exactly the same shade." She applied the lipstick, then had me blot my lips on a piece of tissue paper, on which they left their unmistakable imprint. "There. Not bad at all. I know you're dying to see how you look, aren't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Sorry, not yet." She backed up a step, effectively blocking my view of the mirror. "Turn around and face the other way." I swiveled my butt on the bench, which caused a new wave of captivating pain from the plug in my ass, and brought my legs around so my back was to the dressing table. Lydia sat cross-legged at my feet with two towels, a nail file, bottle of nail polish and some cotton balls, which she began placing between my toes. "Ever had your toes painted before?" "No, Mistress." "I didn't think so," she said as she placed the towel under my feet. "This will only take a minute, if you keep your feet still." "Yes, Mistress." I watched silently as she carefully applied two coats of polish to my toenails until all ten were the same deep, rich pink. "I'll do your hands while that dries," she said as she got up and placed the second towel on my lap. "When I untie your hands, place them palm-down on the tops of your thighs." I did as she said, then she crouched at my right knee and took my right hand in her left. "I'm going to file these just a bit. You really have to stop biting your nails, but the polish should cure you of that," she said as she filed the nail on my pinky. "You know, I thought about getting you some long fake nails, but I figured you'd probably break them." She quickly finished the filing, then she re-placed my hand on my thigh, told me once again to hold still, and began putting the polish on my nails. "This color does look good on you," she said as she moved from one finger to the next. "And this polish won't chip or crack easily. Do you think you know how to get it off?" "Uh, nail polish remover, I believe, Mistress." "Very good. Too bad I don't have any right now. Oh well, one more thing for you to pick up at the pharmacy. OK, done with that hand. Keep it right there and I'll do the other one." She repeated the filing and painting procedure my left hand, then stood up and said, "There. That looks pretty good. You're getting closer, Jane. Much closer. Now stay as you are and I'll do your hair." I sat as still as possible as she swirled a blow-drier around my head, removed the rollers and combed and patted my hair. I swear I could feel it bounce and curl in response to her touch. "Now you've got a little body there," she said as she sprayed something onto my hair. "And this will help you keep it. ? Now, I'm not big on new girls wearing a lot of jewelry, but I think these earrings will be just right." She attached a clip-on earring to my right lobe; it dangled heavily. She put the other one on my left. "It would be better if your ears were pierced, but these aren't too bad. Shake your head gently." I did. I felt the earrings sway back and forth, an odd, unfamiliar sensation, especially in combination with my curled and bouncy hair. "Very nice touch. Now, a nice, totally feminine scent." With an atomizer she sprayed me with quick mists of perfume or cologne or something else that was sweet and flowery and totally unlike the fragrances she used. "That's probably too much, but we do want to cover all traces of your former odor, don't we, Jane?" "Yes, Mistress." "Well, that's about it, missy. Your face is done, your nails are dry, your hair's up. ? Yes, I suppose you can turn around and take a look now." I slowly turned on the bench so as not to aggravate the condition of my plugged ass, then closed my eyes for a second. "Well, Jane, what do you think?" I opened my eyes and saw in the mirror a visage I barely recognized. My hairdo, while certainly not sleek or stylish definitely looked much more feminine, with new waves and curls. I nodded my head quickly to see their response, and to watch the earrings dance from my lobes. But it was my face that most stunned me. It was my face, I had to remind myself, as I marveled at my thin and defined eyebrows, long and darker lashes, tastefully highlighted eyes, softer cheeks, delicate coloring and lush pink lips. "What's the matter, dear? Speechless?" "No, Mistress, I, uh, well, yes. I don't know what to say." "Don't you think you're pretty, Jane?" God, I hated to, but I had to admit it. "Yes, Mistress. I do think I'm pretty." "Then you can say thank you." "Yes, thank you, Mistress Lydia. Thank you for making me so pretty." "You're welcome, Jane. You know I could have just put a bow in your hair, smudged some rouge on your cheeks and given you a cheap set of falsies, but that wouldn't have been enough, for either of us, would it?" "No, Mistress." "And you probably won't want to hear this, but ever since we met I've thought you would look great as a woman. A little tall, perhaps, but I've always thought your face, your ass and your legs had strong feminine qualities. I guess I was right, huh?" "Yes, Mistress." "Now it's time for you to get dressed for the evening. Take the towels and these things here into the bathroom, take off your bra and panties and put them in the laundry hamper, then come back to me here. You may pee if you have to when you're in there, but don't you dare touch your butt plug." "No, Mistress." In the bathroom, I removed my bra and the panties and looked down at my painted nails, shaved legs and crotch, and breast forms, then up into the mirror at my done-up hair, earrings and made-up face. I inhaled my new sweet fragrance. I was hit by a wave of detachment, like I was looking at somebody else, or that I was occupying someone else's body. It was me, I knew, but which me? Only my balls and stiff cock provided a connection to reality. I resisted a very strong urge to run my hands over them. "Jane, come out of there now," Lydia called. I returned to the bedroom, naked. "What we you doing in there, sweetie? Admiring yourself in the mirror?" "Uh, yes, Mistress, for a moment. I'm still not used to, uh, how I look." "You will over the next few days, don't worry. But we will have to do something about the way you walk ? it's definitely not girlish. ? Now before you get dressed I want you to go down to the kitchen, open a bottle of the chilled white wine and bring it up here with a clean glass." "Yes, Mistress." As I went down the stairs I realized that I hadn't walked around Lydia's house naked before, never mind naked like this. I hurried from the foot of the stairway into the kitchen, feeling totally exposed, as if I were out in public instead of in a private home. Thank God none of the bright lights were on. I opened the wine, grabbed a glass and hurried back up the stairs, my breasts, balls and dick bouncing with each step. "Good girl. Put it over there on the table by the armchair, then come over here." Lydia was standing next to the bed. On it was a pink box topped by a large white bow. "It's for you, Jane, for tonight. Go ahead and open it." I did, nervously, then lifted away the tissue paper to reveal lingerie, delicate-looking white lace and satin lingerie. "I know you're not exactly a virgin, but since this is a night of firsts, I thought white would be appropriate. Take everything out, then put the bra on." I removed the matching bra, panties and garter belt and a pair of sheer white stockings with lacy tops and gently placed them on the dark blue bedcover. But I paused before taking the last item out of the box. "What's the matter, doll? Think your waist doesn't need a little slimming?" I lifted from the box a satiny white garment trimmed with lace and ribbons. It had visible vertical ribbing most of the way around and a dozen or so small hook-and-eyelet closures on what I assumed to be its back. "That's a waist cincher. Guaranteed to give you the curves we both want you to have. We'll see how it works on you before thinking about a full-fledged lace-up corset." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I put the cincher on the bed and picked up the bra to put it on. "What you have there, Jane, is a satin and stretch lace underwire bra with full-coverage cups. It should look absolutely luscious on those tits of yours." The bra fit nicely and gave my breast forms both lift and support, though the underwire did feel a little odd. "Very sweet indeed. Now the garter, then the hose." I put on the garter belt then sat on the edge of the bed to put on the stockings. "They're nice and sheer, sweetie, so they should feel real nice on your shaved legs." Oh, was she right about that. I'd come to enjoy the feel of stockings and pantyhose on my legs, but this was so much better than before, an absolutely new and terrific sensation. "Feels great, huh?" she said after I had put the shiny white stockings on both legs. "Yes, Mistress, it's very nice." "Now make sure your garter straps are straight and tight." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I fastened and adjusted the straps. "OK, now you can put your panties on." I picked up the panties and saw that they were cut high on the sides and that the satin rear had a center seam. I eased them up my legs and into place. They fit very snugly, especially in front, where my erection had done anything but subside. "You look good in white, Jane, sweet and innocent but still sexy. Here, give me the waist cincher. I'll put it on you. Turn around and put your arms up." I did, and she stepped behind me and placed the cincher around my midsection. "Now breathe in," she instructed. I complied, then she pulled the cincher tightly, enough to knock some breath out of me. "Hold it there," she said as she again tugged at the garment and fastened the first hook-and-eye, then another. "Oooh, we made it to the second row of eyelets. Not bad. That should take a couple of inches off your waist. Next time we'll make to the third row." As she tugged and fastened the closures, the cincher tightened around me. I couldn't believe that something so frilly and feminine could be so constricting. It felt like four pairs of hands were pressing in on me front, back and sides. I had to take short, panting breaths. I felt her hook the last eyelet. The tightness of the cincher was stunning. My body was clearly no longer my own, in form or feeling. With the breast forms on my chest, the plug in my ass and now the cincher around my waist, I literally had to figure out how to stand. Lydia stepped in front of me and ran her hand along the sides of my torso. "Now you have a figure, girl," she cooed. "Your waist could be a little slimmer, but it's definitely fine for now. How does that feel on you?" "Tight, Mistress. It's a little difficult to breathe." "Oh, as I've said before, you'll get used to it. Now, something to complete your ensemble." She stooped quickly, pulled a box from under the bed, rose, removed the top and showed me the contents. "Your first pair of heels, doll. How do you like them?" "Fine, Mistress," I said as I stared at the shoes, white leather pumps with slightly rounded toes and relatively thick heels maybe three inches high. "Well, put them on then." I took both shoes from the box and placed them on the floor at my feet. I leaned on the bed with my left hand and slid my right foot into the shoe with surprisingly little difficulty. "It wasn't exactly easy finding your size, you know, but that looks like a perfect fit." "Yes, Mistress. It fits very well." I had a little more trouble with the left shoe, as I had to put my weight on my now-heeled right foot for a moment, but I managed to get it. It, too, fit just right. And I thought I had difficulty standing just a moment before. I almost lost my balance when I removed my right hand from the supporting bed. "I'm sorry they're not the most stylish shoes in the world, but we'll keep looking. You can consider these your training heels." "Yes, Mistress." "Now stand up straight, Jane. Christ, those heels aren't that high at all. Unbend your knees and find your balance." I did my best, but still tottered slightly at the knees and ankles. "God, what a klutz. Maybe you'll do better moving. Walk across the room and back." I took a very small step, then managed two more before I stumbled. "No, no. You're walking like a man in ski boots. Haven't you ever watched how women walk in heels? One step slightly in front of the other, ease your balance point from one foot to the other as you walk by swiveling your hips a little. Get a little rhythm going. Try it." I did, and it worked. Not enough to keep from tripping when I tried to turn around on the far side of the room, but in only a few strides I was able to get the hang of it. My calves and thighs felt funny, and I imagined that my ass was sticking out way too far and swaying way too much, but I was walking in high heels. "That's it, Jane. You're getting it. Keep going, one more time across the room and back." I did it, though not gracefully, and Lydia applauded. "Good girl. I thought you could manage it. You can practice on the stairs later. Right now I want you to pose for some pictures." "P-p-pictures," I muttered. "Yes, Jane, pictures, with my digital camera. Did you think I was going to let this occasion pass without making a visual record of it?" "No, Mistress, I didn't think about that. But, uh, I don't ?" "Don't what? Don't want to pose for me in your makeup and lipstick and sexy underwear and high heels? Are you afraid of having your picture taken looking like that? Ashamed of being my sissy girl?" "No, Mistress, not at all, it's just ?" "It's just what? That you're afraid of what I might do with the pictures? Hand out prints to your friends? Send e-mail attachments to your colleagues? Create a 'Slave Jane' web site and post them on the Internet?" "No, Mistress, no, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken. ? I'd be delighted to pose for you." "I thought so. Now walk over to the full-length mirror and stand in front of it while I get the camera set up. Take a good look at yourself. It's the new you, Jane. You'd better get to like what you see." "Yes, Mistress." As I stared into the tall mirror I once again had difficulty believing that the reflection was mine. My hair, face, torso and legs had been dramatically transformed. Thanks to the cut and tightness of the panties, that I possessed a cock and balls was not readily apparent. The panties and the bra, cincher, garter belt, stockings and heels, the earrings and painted fingernails, actually seemed to belong on the body I was looking at. All the new physical sensations ? the feel of the curls in my hair, the makeup and lipstick on my skin, the polish on my nails, the breasts on my chest, the cincher around my waist, the fabric on my clean-shaven groin and legs, the plug up my ass and the high heels on my feet ? were as mesmerizing as my appearance. Not to mention the effect of being enveloped in the strong, sweet perfume. I was, astoundingly, becoming a bit infatuated with my new self. "OK, that's enough mirror gazing," Lydia snapped. "It's time for your photo shoot. Come here." I walked over to the center of the bedroom, to where Lydia stood with camera in hand. "I don't suppose you've ever done any modeling, have you?" she asked. "No, Mistress." "But you've looked at enough sex magazines and lingerie catalogs to know what makes for a provocative pose, right?" "I think so, Mistress. I'll try." "Just do what I tell you to do and it'll be fine. But maybe a little wine would loosen you up. Would you like that?" "Yes, Mistress, I think it might help." "OK, go pour yourself a glass." "Thank you, Mistress." As I walked over to the table where I had put the wine bottle and glass. I could feel her eyes following me. "Those heels really do great things for your legs and ass," she said I as poured the wine. "I can't wait to see what five- or six-inch stilettos would do." I turned back toward her and held out the glass. My hand was shaking ever so slightly. "Would you like some wine first, Mistress?" I asked. "No, thank you, Jane. But it was very smart of you to ask. You may drink it now." I nodded and took a good swallow of the wine, then another. "Guzzling wine isn't very ladylike," Lydia said. "Sorry, Mistress. I, uh, was thirsty." "But still. If you drink anything that fast it will go straight to your head, and you'll be at a distinct disadvantage should someone try to take liberties with you. ? Just sip your wine, Jane." "Yes, Mistress." I then took only dainty sips, but had a good buzz before I finished half the glass. Maybe I was already a little light-headed, which would be understandable, but the wine was definitely having a quicker, stronger effect that it would normally. Then the thought: Had she put something in it? "OK, missy, that's enough. Let's get going. Get over by the side of the bed and stand facing me with you hands on your tits." I followed her instructions and she snapped off a picture, but then snapped at me. "Christ, try to put a look on your face other than mystified, OK? Try to look alluring, or bashful, or defiant, or something. And curl your legs a little, and caress your breasts. You're holding them like loaves of bread." "Yes, Mistress," I said, and tried to improve my pose. "That's better. There. ? Now rub your tits a little, and close your eyes like you're enjoying it. Make me jealous of your boobs. There, that's it. Better. ? Now give me some mouth. Show me those luscious pink lips. ? Pucker them, like for a kiss. There. Good." I followed her directions, and it became easier and easier with each shot. "Now leave your left hand up there and slide your right hand down, onto your waist. Yes. ? Now down to your garter. Hold it there. Good. ? Now down to your panties. Oh yeah. Very nice. ? Rub yourself, go on. OK. ? Slip your hand inside your panties. That's it. Now show me how good that feels. Fine. ? C'mon, lick your lips. Show me a little tongue. ? That's good, yeah, do that. Gyrate some more. ? Nice, Jane, nice." I couldn't believe it, but I was getting into it. "Now put your other hand down inside your panties. That's it. Great. ? Now give me a sexy look. C'mon, you can do better than that. ? Hey! Look surprised. C'mon, like you've been caught with all ten fingers inside your panties. That's good, yes. ? Now, leave one hand down there and put the other one up to your mouth. Yeah, that's it. Lick a couple of fingers, suck 'em. ? Oooh. Excellent." Not thinking at all, just hearing Lydia's directions and posing and feeling my hands all over myself, I felt absolutely sexy. "OK, now turn around and put your hands on your ass. Look back over your shoulder. OK. ? Now try surprised again. Nice. ? Put your hands on the waistband of your panties like you're going to pull them down. There. Good. ? Now pull them down just a little. That's it. ? Now a little more, more, show me some crack. ? All right, down a little more. There. Now bend over at the waist and stick your ass right at the camera. Yes. ? Now pull them all the way down, off your ass. Now put your hands up, turn your head to the right. Yes, yes, that's it. ? Good job, Jane. ? Now turn around." I reached down to pull up my panties before turning but she stopped me. "Hey, what are you doing? Leave your panties down there and turn around. I need some shots of your big clit. These pictures have to show who you really are." I faced her, putting my hands at my sides and my head down. "That's fine. Looking ashamed is perfectly acceptable. ? Now put your hands down there, feel yourself up, and look up at me. There, OK. Embarrassed is a good look. ? Three, four, that should be enough of that view. You can pull your panties back up." "Thank you, Mistress." "You did good, Jane. I think you like modeling for me." "Yes, Mistress, I think so, too." "Good for you. Now get up on the bed and be slutty for me." On the bed she had me assume another series of naughty and nasty positions, and I eagerly complied. I was surprised, and a bit disappointed, that she didn't bring out any props for me to pose with ? I was sure she was going to have me at least kiss a dildo in front of the lens ? but I was more than happy and excited to vamp it up for the camera with 'just' my lingerie-clad body. After taking a shot of me lying face-up with my legs spread wide and my hands on my bra cups, Lydia stepped away from the foot of the bed and said, "OK, Jane. That's good for now. You can relax for a minute. I have to get something." I closed my eyes and stretched out on the bed, both tired and excited. I had to remind myself that it was all real, that it was actually happening, and not some bizarre dream. Lydia returned to the bed and said, "Here, Jane, put these on." I looked up and saw in her extended right hand four white leather bands, each about two inches wide with a silvery metal buckle and attached D-ring. "Take them, bitch, and put them on your ankles and wrists." I sat up, took them from her and started putting one of the cuffs on my left ankle. "Buckle them all as tight as they go, and fix them so the rings are facing to the inside, toward your other wrist or ankle." "Yes, Mistress," I said, and wondered: Where did she get all this stuff? When I had attached all four cuffs she told me to stand with my feet close together. I did, and she reached down and quickly connected the rings of the ankle cuffs with a metal spring-clasp. "I do have a set of nice little padlocks to use with these cuffs, but I think this will be sufficient, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Now turn and put your hands behind your back." I did, and within a second my wrists were attached to each other. "You know this is actually a matching set of five leather restraints. Now hold still while I add the final piece." She reached over my shoulders and placed the fifth item around my neck. "Now it's official, Jane," she whispered as she buckled it. "I'm putting a slave collar on you." I shuddered for just a second and let out a sigh. She slid her left arm around me and pressed her hand onto the growing bulge in my panties, then looped two fingers of her right hand into the D-ring at the front of the collar. "Oooh, it feels like you are excited by wearing my collar." "Yes, Mistress. ? It's a, ah, privilege to wear it." "Yes it is, slave, and don't you forget it." "No, Mistress." She laughed, removed her hands and pushed me forward onto the bed. "Now for some nice bondage shots," she said as she grabbed me by the ankle rings and lifted my legs up and onto the bed cover. "Wriggle around a bit, struggle even. Look scared and helpless, just like you really are." She took a few shots as I tried to adjust my position on the bed to something other than totally awkward, then she reached over and yanked my panties down to my knees. "Oh, chained hands right above a bare ass. That's so hot. ? Now roll over so I can get another good clit shot." She took more than one, and all I could do was lie there as she snapped away. "I could've have taken pictures of you this afternoon, you know, when you were chained to the bed. But you were blindfolded so nobody could see you face, and besides, that was before your little makeover. These will be so much better. ? OK, now get off of there. Stand up." I struggled to get to the edge of the bed, then struggled even more to stand up. My panties fell to my ankles. "Over here, bitch" she commanded, pointing to the middle of the room. Between the ankle cuffs and the heels, I was able to take only the tiniest of mincing steps. It took what seemed like minutes to move those few feet. "There, stand there. OK," she said as she took yet another shot of me with my exposed cock sticking out from my shaved loins. "Now turn, look at me over your shoulder, and show me that ass again. ? Yeah, that's good. You can see the base of your plug." I hadn't considered that at all. The arousal I had felt while posing with my hands and legs free had been replaced by other feelings, among them embarrassment. My cock softened in shame. "Jane, are you blushing?" Lydia teased. "Becoming shy at this stage of the game? Oh my. And look, your clit seems to be shrinking. ? Here, this might help." She put down the camera then turned and picked up something else and held it behind her back as she walked over to me. "Can you guess what I'm holding behind me, slave?" "N-no, Mistress." "What's the matter, no imagination?" "N-no, Mistress." She held up a pink ball gag with white leather straps and buckle closure. "Open up, Jane. This is part of your outfit, too." I wanted to protest, to turn my head away, to lock my jaw shut, to do anything but be gagged by that obscene pink ball. But I knew none of that was possible. I opened my mouth. "Good girl," she said as she placed the ball between my teeth. "I hope you noticed that the color of the ball almost matches your lipstick and nail polish." She walked around me and buckled the gag tightly behind my head, stretching my mouth to what I was sure was a hideous appearance. "I've just used scarves and panties to gag you up to now, haven't I? Well, how do you like your first real gag, slave?" I uttered a moan in reply. "You don't say. Now, let me get a couple shots of you right there. ? And now from over here. ? Good. Now get on your knees, bitch. Kneel." I bent my knees and, afraid of toppling over, slowly and carefully lowered myself into a kneeling position. "That's it. Now look up at me, show me that gagged mouth of yours. That's it. Good. ? Now look down, look down at your clit. Perfect. ? OK, I've seen enough of your hairless crotch and bare ass for now. Pull your panties up." They were draped on the metal that connected my ankles. I was on my knees with my hands locked behind my back. How the hell was I supposed to manage that? I made a noise behind my gag. "What the fuck is wrong with you, slut? I told you to pull your goddamn panties up. Do it." I just had to figure out how. For the life of me I couldn't. "I'm waiting, Jane." I sort of rolled out of the kneeling position and onto my stomach. I bent my knees to put my feet up and shook my legs. The panties fell down my calves to my knees. "Nice move," Lydia said with a short laugh as she took another photo. I imagined what it would look like, and wondered if I would appear as humiliated as I felt. I lowered my legs and inched forward on the carpet, chafing my dick a little but finally managing to get my knees through the leg holes of the panties. Lydia snapped off a few more shots. Once the panties were over my knees, I knelt again. I could now reach them and tug them, one leg at a time, up and onto my hips. I then was able to get my thumbs inside the waistband and move them far enough on each side to put the panties in their proper position. "Excellent job," Lydia said. "I do have to say that you looked absolutely pitiful, squirming on the rug to nudge the panties up your legs, but you did it. Just don't ever use any of those clever moves to try to get out of your chains. ? Now stand back up. I'm going to adjust something." God, I thought, what could that mean? She put the camera down, stepped behind me and released the clasp linking my wrist cuffs. I let out a sigh, but she immediately stepped in front