The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Part 1 free porn video

I wrote the first two parts of this chronicle to make sure I never forgot these wonderful events in my life, not knowing they were to be part of a complete change in my life. They were, however, originally written for my eyes only and certainly not intended for publication. My apologies for this being heavy reading. I was instructed to write the remaining three parts by my Lover and Mistress. Together they record my full transformation. Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at [email protected] - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Part 1 of 5 By Jane Copyright reserved. I leave work on Friday, my mind in a jumble of thoughts of what had to be done the next week, not thinking of even the driving. Somehow I even forget that you might stay for the weekend and, in anticipation that you could get over, I'd left a key out for you. Opening the door I faintly smell your perfume and call your name but there's no reply. With the door locked I drop my case and walk through to the bar where I find you perched on a stool, dressed in a sexy black leather mini-skirt and teasingly see-through blouse, two glasses of wine waiting. With a smile you reach out for my hands, remove my watch and unbutton my shirtsleeves. Without a word you reach behind you, bringing out the leather cuffs and lock one around each of my wrists then, still without explanation, pass me a glass. Already I'm totally confused, not knowing what you have planned in your wicked mind but receiving loud and clear that you are in a beautiful dominant mood. Although we kiss gently you won't allow me to touch you as I want to, instead hinting that you will take what you want when your ready. Eventually you pull off my tie and remove my shirt, hardly touching my body, before telling me to undress completely while you sit there watching. When I'm totally naked, I'm ordered to turn my back to you, then I see the wide, black leather belt in your hands as you pull it tightly round my waist, buckling it behind me. Still confused at what's happening I let you turn me round and lock my wrists to the D-rings on the belt, suddenly helpless and totally under your control. You won't answer my questions, causing more frustration, and I know it's hopeless to argue because I can't stop you doing whatever you want: as you've said in the past, the mind must surrender along with the body! Helplessly I stand before you, watching, as you push up your skirt to stroke your hands up your silky-stockinged thighs and play with your moist pussy through the split-crotch of your black satin panties for a few minutes. Getting off the stool, you slide your panties away from your dripping lovenest and down your black-stockinged legs then order me to step into them. I watch unable to prevent you sliding the soft silky panties up my legs until the damp sides of the crotch rest against the sides of my testicles, the thin sexy material about my hips, their black sheen making my genitals contrast sharply. You bend down and add straps to my ankles and I see they are joined by a short chain. Instead of answering my questions you pinch my nipples hard and grip my erecting penis firmly then finish your wine, refusing to give me any in our favourite mouth-to-mouth way. In that lovely, confident, teasingly bitchy way of yours (when you want to be!) you slowly unbutton your blouse and skirt, then peel them from your amazing body to reveal its beauty, clad in black bra, slip, suspenders and stockings, knowing my frustration at wanting to touch you but being totally incapable. My nipples receive another pinch before you perch on the stool again and take your time drinking my wine. Eventually you pull me close and, pushing my head down, pull your bra aside so that I can love your breast and nipple as you want me to, moving me to the other one when you're ready. You tell me to kneel down and, wriggling onto the edge of the stool, pull my head towards your wonderful, moist pussy. Spreading your thighs, you also hold your lips open so my tongue can caress your clitoris exactly as you need, grasping the back of my head and making me continue until your first orgasm bursts inside you. Momentarily satisfied you tell me to stand up again and I cannot stop you tying one end of a stocking tightly around the root of my penis, behind my testicles. Slowly and sexily you reach behind your back and unclip your sexy black bra, slipping the straps down your arms and baring your breasts to me. I am amazed when you move behind me and pull the bra tightly round my chest and clip it at the back. You undo the silky shoulder straps, put them over my shoulders and do them up again. Slipping your fingers inside the cups you squeeze and tease my nipples, my rigid penis confessing how much I am excited by what you are doing to me. After a final slow sip of wine, you blindfold me, take the other end of the stocking to lead me up to the bedroom. I struggle to keep up with you because of my shackler ankles. In darkness I am pushed back onto the bed where I lie helplessly at your mercy, finally feeling your movement as you also get onto the bed. I feel you straddle me and move up my body, the soft hair of your pussy gliding over my bound hands, before a nipple is pressed to my lips. As I try to kiss and suck it you tease me by moving back and forth, occasionally also tweaking my nipples through the lace of my new bra. You move further up the bed and, parting your lips, press your very wet lovenest firmly down on my mouth, ordering me to push my tongue as deep as I can inside your very core. I do as I'm told, licking and sucking, rewarded by your groans of satisfaction when I do it as you want or punished by a hard pinch if I do it wrong, but finally sharing your pleasure as I feel you stiffen as a second climax pounds through your amazing body. When you recover you lift yourself from my face and, in darkness I wonder what will come next. Eventually I feel you firmly grasp my penis and the feel of a rubber ring being stretched down it, making my inevitable erection even firmer. Suddenly you straddle me and sink down upon my hips and I gasp with the heat of your pussy surrounding my rigid member. With slow, easy movements of your lovely hips you build up my arousal, but before I near orgasm I hear your breathing increase until you climax again. Satisfied for the moment, you climb off my body, leaving me totally frustrated, crying out for the release that only you can give. Instead you kiss me deeply, tease my nipples and testicles but ignore the part of me that is dying for your touch. I hear a momentary buzzing then you lift my testicles to one side and feel something cold pressing at the entrance to my body. It is sticky and lubricated with your lovejuice and I cannot prevent you from pushing the vibrator slowly into me until it will go no further and you switch it off, ending the weird feelings it was causing. The back of the black silk panties just holds it in place. You ask, knowingly, how much I like wearing your bra and panties, occasionally wriggling the vibrator inside me or pulling my bra to one side so you can bite firmly on my nipples. Minutes later your hands and lips leave me and, with the sound of the door closing, I realise in frustrated helplessness that you have left the room! Attempting to move reveals that my ankle-chain is now fixed to the bed. Only occasional sounds reach my ears over the next couple of hours as you move around the house and I am left in deep need of your attention, aware of my penetration and my tingling nipples, wondering when you will deign to give me relief from the incredible tension you have created. Despite trying I cannot free my hands or feet from the straps, nor can I reach the stocking still tied around my testicles. I cannot reach my nipples inside the bra nor reach my tied-up penis to gain relief. Suddenly I feel a caress on my neck and jump with surprise, not having heard you open the door. The wonderful touch of your fingers spreads over my body, igniting my passion once more as only you can, teasing, stroking, becoming firmer and more demanding until my erect penis feels like it will explode. You kiss me deeply, your tongue fighting wildly with mine as I feel your weight pressing down on my body, aware of your soft thighs squeezing my rampant member against your moist lips. At last you sit up and grasp your friend to brush it repeatedly back and forth over your love-button until I hear your arousal growing in your increased breathing. You part your lips before impaling yourself upon me and you laugh happily as I cry out with the wonderful feeling of your tight pussy gripping me where I need it most. Teasing and pinching my nipples inside my bra, you ride me, thrusting your hips firmly you ensue that I penetrate your incredible body as deeply as I can. We both are aware of our passions rising in unison until our cries of excitement mingle as our orgasms burst together. My ejaculation continues even longer than usual making me wonder if I will fill you too much until, as the feelings fade, you collapse on top of me, pressing your curvy softness down on my still helpless body. You kiss and caress me and we murmur in total physical and spiritual satisfaction for quite some time, yet still you refuse to untie or undress me. Eventually we fall asleep, your breast in my mouth, your nipple tingling against the tip of my tongue, the covers loose and comfortable yet snugly warm. I awake first in the morning, our movements during the night having dislodged the blindfold, and while I can drink in the sight of your amazing body lying next to me, I still cannot enjoy caressing it. I want to wake you, to demand you release me but I remain hypnotised by the peace in you, and instead take the chance to study every inch of your loveliness. Slowly, at last, I see your eyelids flicker open and am rewarded by the warmth of your smile. With murmured words of greeting we kiss, before you reach down to check my bonds and the vibrator. Frustration filling my voice, I beg you to release me but you laugh, telling me that you enjoy your control over me so much you will keep me as your sex- slave all weekend. You go on to tell me that you have brought several changes of clothes - and that you might be dressing me in some of them to see how I look in your sexy garments, especially the pretty lace-up corset I bought for you. The rapid erection in your hand that your words create lets you glimpse into my once-dark secret needs. The confusion in your eyes fades as understanding takes over, a crafty smile lighting up your face. As you slowly understand those needs you grasp me firmly and move your soft hand slowly up and down, ordering me to tell you how excited I feel wearing your bra and panties and how much I want to wear all your other clothes adding that, as it obviously makes me so incredibly randy, you are also finding it very stimulating. Embarrassed, I hesitatingly begin to do so, gradually loosing all inhibitions and telling you how I'd love to wear your sexy red satin bra and panties, black slip and sensual pleated skirt, you encouraging me with words and actions until I suddenly come in your hands. Only then do your free me, telling me I will be bound again later. At last, I wrap my arms around you, hugging every part of your body to me, savouring the soft touch of your breasts, hips, thighs against mine. Eventually we make our way into the shower together, both bewildered but amazed and wondering what our next round of lovemaking will bring. You demand to stay in control and tell me I will certainly be dressed in some of your sexy clothes and probably in make-up. You add that I had better start saving fast because you are going to take me out shopping as soon as possible to buy me my own sexy undies, corsets and stockings. My swelling member betrays how I hang on your words and the images they create. You also tell me that every time I visit you from now on I must change into female clothing immediately and that if you ever catch me, anywhere or any time, not wearing feminine undies you will tell everyone our secret. I shiver at your threat, knowing you are serious, and realise that, in one stroke, you have achieved total control over me. I have also seen and felt how much you enjoyed controlling me in bondage and wonder what the future will bring, especially to our lovemaking. Will it be soft and slow and gentle, or fast and urgent with me in ever more complex restraints? (You have already told me how excited you were looking through the local bondage catalogue; like a fool I told you about the imported ones, which you now have in your possession. I know you have also been surfing for information on our mutual love of bondage.) Whatever it will be, the arousing excitement, satisfaction and peace we had both achieved before we slept will need to be repeated very soon... You tell me not to worry, that you won't be too rough with me, partly allaying the fears building up inside me, but spoil it all by saying how you'll make me always wear feminine undies when we are permanently together, then asking if I remember the price of the double dildo in the other catalogue and what waist and shoe size I am. When I question why you ask, you smile secretly and refuse to give an answer. Instead you grab the towel I had wrapped around my hips and scrutinise my naked body. Cryptically I'm told that while you've said I had a lovely body, you now know it can be improved with the right foundation garments. Back in the bedroom you walk to your case and pull out your black satin lace-up corset and tell me to `come here.' With embarrassment, fear and arousal growing equally I obey, instinctively sucking in my stomach as you pull the corset around my waist and clip up the back. Standing in front of me you begin tightening the ribbon lacing and, as I feel the soft sexy squeeze of the corset shaping my body, ask if I like the feeling. Although my erecting penis gives you an answer by itself, which makes you giggle, I cannot control the words that pour out of my mouth without volition. "It's a beautiful corset and I love wearing it but I wish it was much tighter and firmer," I hear myself saying. Your eyebrows show your equal surprise yet you reply evenly, "Then we must buy one of the leather bondage ones for you and I'll really lace you tight and make you suffer in it." My immediate response that, "It sounds wonderful but I'd much prefer you to lock me into a rubber one, Vanya Darling," is also straight from the sub-conscious and I hear it with dismay that all my secrets are baring themselves before you. I start to mumble a denial to my words but you stop me with a quick but not unkind slap on my face and an order to be quiet. You delve into your case to get the lacy black stockings and Wonderbra and, holding the latter open, tell me to put my arms through the straps. When you do up the clips it is very tight round my chest but you ignore my complaint, tugging the cups down over my nipples whilst pulling up the skin of my chest. I sit on the edge of the bed when told and watch as you roll up a stocking and slide the slippery nylon over my toes and foot, before stretching it up my leg. With my other leg similarly coated I stand as ordered so you can pull the tops into place and attach the suspenders. Your red satin panties come next and you pull them onto my hips, my semi-erect penis only just fitting in them. "My, you are an excited little girl-boy, aren't you?" you comment before also sliding your sensuous black nylon mini- slip about my thighs. "You'll look much more feminine when you've shaved, Darling." Your pointed words an obvious order and, enjoying the luxurious feel of my new lingerie I sit and do so while you cream your face and add some make- up. You push me down onto the bed and straddle my head, your thighs trapping my arms alongside my ears. As you part your lips I see you are very moist and realise that you really are excited at dominating and dressing me as I once secretly desired. You smile and lower your hips saying, "Suck me, pretty slave-girl." Although the words are an order. After your rapid orgasm you smile down at me and ask, "So you like wearing rubber clothing, do you, Darling? I don't know much about it but I certainly intend to find out. If it makes you more sexy I'm going to dress you in them all the time, but only clothes that look especially sexy and feminine. Now I'm sure you're a transvestite - and it really excites me to confirm that you are - I'm going to explore and exploit it to the limits, even when you don't like it. You see, I love being so dominant, I feel wonderful being in total control of you and I'm going to make you so much more submissive and feminine. I can't wait to enjoy watching you totter and wiggle round our house in very tight corsets and sexy high heels like you've bought for me; it'll be amazing to see you in rubber blouses and mini-skirts, especially with your arms and legs fettered helplessly, having to do whatever I order. You'll have to like it because you won't be able to prevent it, will you Darling?" At last you lift your pussy from my mouth so I can reply, although I am lost for words at the prospects you have described. You assume I refuse to answer and, gripping my nipples firmly behind you, squeeze as hard as you can, making me squeal in pain. Instead of letting go, you continue to squeeze and twist, your thighs preventing my arms from reaching your hands, and you loudly order: "Tell me that you will do everything I say, that you will be my sexy slave-girl from now on and will meekly accept everything that I do to you. TELL ME, MY SLAVE," you yell. The pain in my nipples is so intense that I will do anything to stop it so I shout out what you want to hear and, thankfully the pain subsides, helped by you gently rolling my nipples, and you press your vagina over my mouth again. "Just remember that I will hurt you if I have to, Darling, whenever I feel like it. Also don't forget what you have promised, because I am holding you to it and will do everything I can to make my dominant needs come true. Each day I will make you more submissive and further under my control and you will learn to love it, to need it constantly. You first woke me up to what I needed by showing me what bondage was all about and it excited me very much. But now, I've discovered my dominant side and how exciting being Mistress Pain would be for me. I suspected some of your masochism quite a while ago and started exploring how much you could take, biting you harder each time and being a bit rougher with you and found you loved it. The more domination you took the more I wanted to give and we've a long way to go before I'll be satisfied. I've spent many long evenings with those catalogues imagining the different bondage I could put you into, but with sexy, feminine, rubber clothing and your transvestism you have opened up even more amazing possibilities and you know what an inventive, wicked mind I have for thinking of things to do to you. Now, suck me again because the thoughts have got me very excited, my slave." Meekly I obey, wondering if you will relieve me of the sexual tension that your description of the future has created. As I begin to press my tongue inside, you sigh contentedly then murmur that when I have satisfied you, you'll take me out to my workshop to see what leather I have; you have some ideas for special straps that I will make. You add that you will describe them carefully to me and that, this time, they will be the right size, to fit me and not you. You also say you want to explore my workshop to see what other exciting things I keep there. I shiver inside, dreading you might find my wig, rubberwear, and toys. You will know everything about me if you do, all my hidden side, and will use those things against me. As I continue to thrill you, my own arousal increasing, I dread to think what may happen to me in the next few hours knowing I have unleashed a force I'm now powerless to control. Suddenly you lift up from my face and turn around, before pressing your dripping love nest to my mouth once more. I feel your soft fingers slip inside the lacy, padded cups and grasp my nipples. As you roll them back and forth as you've taught me to love I find myself mewing with delight. Later your right hand slides down my body to lift up my slip and pull down the front of my satin panties. Holding my nipples again you lean forward and suck my erection deep into your mouth, the heated touch of your tongue being far more intense than usual and in minutes my orgasm is upon me. I scream against your pussy with the incredible feelings that this climax brings, which triggers your own and I feel your thighs squeezing inwards, trapping my head to your body. You slump forward on me, limp for a minute or two before turning round and cradling my head to your breast. Still breathing heavily, you kiss my hair then whisper that being in total control of me is creating unparalleled excitement and orgasms for you. Although I don't tell you, I feel the same and I'm sure you know this also. When we recover you climb to your feet and reach again into your case. I watch as you slowly, sexily dress in waspie, stockings and half-cup bra, your soft smile confidently revealing your knowledge that I cannot take my eyes off your beautiful body in such sexy clothing. You grasp my hand and pull me to my feet, then add the leather straps to my wrists, telling me, "You'll wear those to remind you that bondage is only a lock's click away." You lead me into the kitchen and decide on breakfast and, although you get things out, insist that I cook and clear up afterwards. While I do you compliment me on how sexy I look in your undies but tell me how much better it will be wearing my own. While I finish the dishes you go off to the bedroom, returning in the blouse and skirt you wore last night, carrying my robe, which you hold for me to put on. With it belted around me you hand me the keys to the garage and workshop, telling me to go and unlock them. With a sinking heart I walk outside, hoping nobody on the street will see my stockinged legs below my gown, hearing you follow right behind me. I retrieve the bag of leather as you order, my heart sinking further as you seize upon the collar I had already made and buckle it around my neck, then further still as you describe the thigh-to-wrist straps I'm to make for you. You help me measure the firm strips of leather around my thighs and wrists, advising me to, "Make them a tight fit or I might get angry with you." I begin cutting and riveting the black leather while you watch before you turn to my toolboxes, opening every drawer to look through it and occasionally asking questions about an item. When you find the one filled with straps and locks you search through them with interest and put one or two items aside, but I can't see what. Later I hear a triumphant chuckle behind me and see you holding the steel handcuffs, your eyes sparkling with the possibilities flitting through your imagination. Eventually you look under the benches and spot the first box and, finding it locked, demand the key. Hesitation dissolves under your triumphant stare. My heart pounding, I retrieve the key from its hiding place and reluctantly hand it to you. The box front falls and, with a further look of triumph you lift out the plastic bag and peer inside. "Just what you need, Darling," you grin happily as you take out the blonde wig and shake it gently, before coming closer and pulling it onto my head. "Now we're both blonde but you're the one struck dumb! Perhaps we'll add some make-up when we are finished here, but at the moment this looks like Aladdin's cave!" As you reach for the box's drawer I try to avert your attention by announcing that I have finished the straps. You stop to examine them, testing their size against my limbs, before dropping them on the end of the bench with the other things you have taken from the drawers. I long to see what you have collected but am afraid to annoy you. Picking up the tape measure you move behind me then return to describe your next need, a strap to connect to the collar I'm wearing, with two straps to hold my wrists behind me at any height you want. Reluctantly I begin to create your demand as you return, like a magnet, to the box. The rubber panties are withdrawn, examined and put back without comment before you pull out the drawer. From the corner of my eye I see you staring, puzzled at the gadgets inside and wonder if I can get away by lying about their purpose, desperately trying to think of what to say, any excuses I can make. Three rubber bulbs are dropped aside then you select the ringed, nipple-cuffs for closer examination. Although the question was anticipated, when you ask their purpose I feel myself blush as I start to lie. You realise immediately, your expression becoming very stern and your eyes blazing angrily. "Don't ever lie to me, my new-found slave. If ever I find out that you have I will make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine! I don't care what you think or feel at the time, it will be much easier to be truthful. Now what are these for?" To my surprise you are excited at my words and, unbuttoning your blouse, ask me to show you how they work. Sharing your feelings now, I tease your nipples with the tip of my tongue before sucking each one into erect perfection. I slip the loop of one over your left nipple and, settling it at the base, gently squeeze down the bar. After I've placed the other about your right nipple you smile and shake your body to make the rings swing back and forth. Leaving the rings in place and your blouse undone you delve into the box again to retrieve the similar cuffs with the joining chain. A throaty chuckle accompanies your grab at my belt, opening the front of my robe. With a joyful smile you pull my bra-cup aside, push a loop around the base of my right nipple and squeeze the bar down tightly. The second cuff is wriggled into place and my other nipple is similarly trapped. You grasp the middle of the chain and pull me to you, kissing me wetly and arousingly before saying, "I like the toys you have. Did you make them?" When I nod my head you add, "Were they your own idea?" I explain how I'd found mention of the idea on the 'net. You listen interestedly and, after letting me finish, ask more about the alternative: nipple piercing and I mumble about the adverts in the tattoo magazines and elsewhere. Returning to the box you take out the inflatable gag and, when I have explained, tell me that I really will be a dumb blonde when you so desire, before putting it in your collection. You examine other things such as the plastic clips but ask no further questions, finally putting things away and shutting the box. Your eye catches sight of the second box and, finding it also locked, you push me aside as you feel where I took the other key from. With a conspiratorial smile at me, you hold the key aloft, murmuring, "I wonder what other things I'll find," as my heart sinks to the lowest depths possible. I blurt out an appeal for you to leave me with some secrets, at which you laugh - although with compassion ? saying, "You're my slave now and slaves have no secrets from their mistresses." The heavy lock clicks loudly open and I watch as the lid is lifted to show all. You gasp, reaching immediately for the high-heeled thigh boots. Noticing that the soles are unmarked you ask, "Are these for you?" I tell you that they were but they are slightly too small. I am rewarded by a smile as you place them on the floor behind where you squat. The inflatable hood is examined carefully, the zip being pulled up so you can look inside at the breathing tube. It is similar to the one in the catalogue and your smile holds the threat of its use on me as you drop it on the boots. The tight rubber leotard receives an inspection before also being put with the boots. The two silicone-filled balloons puzzle you for a moment then, with a smile, which understands my secret, they are also dropped onto the pile behind you. Without comment you examine all the other things before putting much of them back, except for the pair of heavy handcuffs. Finally you take the books and sit on the chair to read them. You flick through the first until you find the drawings and photographs, which you study intently, finally holding up the one of a girl bound in a hooded rubber suit. "Would you like me to dress you like this?" My averted gaze and blushing face give all the answer you need. With a confident chuckle you turn to the beginning of the book and read the list of contents. "I will read this very carefully, Darling. I think I can learn a lot from it. I will also study these other ones too at my leisure." Finally you lock both boxes and, with a smile, put the keys back in their hiding place. The items you had collected at the end of the bench remain there, as does the pile on the floor where you had squatted, but you ignore them. Instead you slide your hand round my corseted waist and pull me tight against you, laughing softly as the chain of my nipple-cuffs clinks against the rings swinging from your breasts. You kiss me deeply and excitedly, during which I realise you're not offended by what you found, nor disgusted by my secrets. Your hand reaches up to gently roll my left nipple, swollen by the grip of the cuff. When the kiss ends you smile into my eyes, yours shining brightly as you tell me. "There's lots about you I didn't suspect but it's going to be lots of fun finding out everything that turn you on. I think they might turn me on too, now. How are you getting on with the straps I wanted?" I had been so intent on surreptitiously watching your search of my secret things and your reaction that I have not got very far and, when you see my poor progress you try to look angry, but I am not worried. When you grab the chain joining my nipple-cuffs and yank it sharply. I squeal with surprise and hear you say, "When I tell you to do something from now on, you do it immediately! Do you understand?" Almost in shock at your action I nod my head vigorously, at which you let go of the chain, kiss me lightly and add quietly. "Then do it, Darling." You watch intently as I attach the wrist-straps to the strip of leather and cut the slot to fix to the collar. Even when I add the buckle mid-way you continue to study everything I do, un-nerving me slightly, until I finish the job and hand you the result. "Let's try it for size," is your simple comment as you step behind me. I hear a click from a lock then you gently pull my right wrist behind my back. Moments later it is buckled into the strap and you take my left wrist also. With them both strapped behind me I know that I am helpless; it is impossible for my fingers to reach the buckles. I feel you working with the main buckle then my trapped wrists are pull higher up my back. Moments later you turn me around, your fingers taking my nipples and caressing them gently. "You are very clever at making things. The straps fit you perfectly. I hope they're not too uncomfortable because you'll be spending many hours in them, and I think you can start getting used to them now. In fact, they go remarkably well with your nipple-cuffs because I can lead you anywhere and you can't do anything about it! Oh, I love being in control of you, Darling, I'm starting to get aroused all over again." To prove your point you reach under your skirt to caress yourself, then press your wet fingers into my mouth, knowing that the taste and smell will arouse me also. Two plastic bags are taken from the bench and I watch as you fill them with the items you have taken from my boxes and drawers. Clutching them in one hand, the other grasps the chain across my chest and pulls me towards the door, the tug on my nipples painful enough to prevent me resisting. Ignoring your open blouse, my bondage and feminine undies revealed by my open gown, you open the garage door and lead me across the yard and into the house, thankfully locking the door behind us. Without a word you take hold of the chain again and lead me to the bedroom where you drop the bags beside your case. With a smile you turn me round and release my wrists then unbuckle the horrible collar from my neck. As they are dropped onto the case you pull my dressing gown off and undo the clip of the bra and take that off me too. The smooth nylon of my slip slides sexily down my hips and thighs as you slowly pull it down my body. I am hopeful of a rest from your domination as you undo my suspenders then the lacing of the corset before finally unclipping the back of it. My satin panties are pushed down my thighs and, apart from the black lace stockings I am naked in front of you. Noticing the darkness of my nipples, you also remove the cuffs and massage them softly until their normal colour returns whilst I sigh contentedly and start to erect. After a deep arousing kiss you turn and delve into a plastic bag, pulling out my black rubber corset. I am shocked, because I hadn't seen you take it from the box. "As you like corsets, Darling, you can wear this so I can see how you look in it," is said with a soft smile as the cold rubber is pulled around my waist. My heart sinks again, for although it is a favourite of mine, it is far too tight to wear it for very long. I try to explain I was too ambitious when I bought it years ago but you seem to ignore me completely as you do up the ten steel clips of the busk front. Gradually you tighten the lacing until my body is firmly gripped by the reinforced rubber then my waist is pulled in tightly. With the laces knotted you stand back to look at my figure, telling me to turn around so you can view my new shape from all angles. I feel very embarrassed as I do so, but your smile of approval gives some relief. You ask what size it is and I tell you 20" to which you comment that my waist is pulled in to about 24". From the bag you also take the rubber leotard to open the zip before handing it to me. "Put it on, Darling. I want to see you in it," you order and I have no choice but to step into the leg-holes and pull the rubber up until my hips are tightly clad. I explain that I need some talcum powder and you get the pot and sprinkle my arms and shoulders. You watch but don't help as I struggle to slide my hands and arms into the tight sleeves, then wriggle as much as the tight corset will let me in order to lift the top of the leotard onto my shoulders. When I have you step behind me and, tugging the back into place, pull up the zip to the base of my neck. I feel helpless inside the tight rubber that encloses my corseted body and even more embarrassed under your scrutiny, especially when you retrieve the silicon-filled balloons and hold them knowingly out to me. I take them one at a time and, stretching the neck of the leotard, drop them inside to realistically fill the soft rubber cups of the bra. With a sensuous grin you reach out to stroke your hands over my shoulders, but, as you contact the ultra-smooth rubber, now at my body heat, I see uncertainty in your eyes that the touch has caused. Your fingertips continue their journey over my rubber-encased body, eventually finding their way to cup my breasts, the way you do it belying that they are not real. Suddenly you pull me tightly against your body, your fingers and hands restlessly caressing the smooth rubber while your mouth sucks at mine in a very excited kiss. I feel the pressure of your breasts against the balloons and wonder if you also feel it. I feel your arousal growing as you continue stroking my rubber skin and my arms pull your wonderful body tight to mine. When you pull your lips from mine the arousal in your eyes is mixed with confusion. "I cannot believe how much the touch of your body through the rubber is exciting me," you whisper in amazement. "If it makes you on the inside as aroused as me on the outside, you must be wanting some relief but I'm not going to give it for a while." Instead you pull away from my arms and retrieve the latex suspender-belt from a bag then hold it open for me to step into. Once it is over my hips you stretch the stockings up my thighs again and clip them into the six suspenders. You push me backwards to make me sit on the edge of the bed and my heart sinks as you pull out the thigh-boots. You ignore my pleading and unzip them, laughing quietly when the red nylon stockings fall out but not commenting on them. "Put them on," you command and, when I explain, pass the shoehorn to me. Struggling against the tightness of the rubber corset compressing my waist, I manage to lean forward enough to squeeze my feet into the pointed toes of the boots. You allow me to rest a moment before bending down again to begin zipping the tight leather about my legs. When they are done you pull me to my feet and make me turn around in front of you while you examine the result and I catch sight of myself in the mirror, noticing the femininity of my captive figure and the sexy lace-tops of the stockings appearing out of the shiny leather of my boots. I reach up to straighten the wig but you tell me to, "Leave it alone, I'll attend to that properly in a while." Having been enjoying my relative freedom it is with a sinking heart that I watch you pick up the collar, still with the other straps attached, and reach up to buckle it about my neck once more. Commenting that my body looks extremely sexy I feel you fiddle with the back strap then my arms are pulled behind me and buckled into the wide leather cuffs. Again you shorten the joining strap, pulling my arms much higher up than before and, when you admire your bondage of me, gigglingly tell me that it makes my breasts much more prominent, a point you emphasise by cupping and caressing my apparent boobs. Again I see in your eyes the confused but exciting effect the feel of the rubber leotard has on you as you continue stroking my shape longer than you first intended. You guide me to sit on the stool in front of the dressing table and pull one of the thigh-straps I have made around my ankles to complete my bondage. The wig is pulled from my head and I watch you brush it before you comb my own hair back from my face. You put the wig back on me and brush it further until you are satisfied, then reach for your make- up case. Cream, powder, lipstick mascara and eye-shadow are deftly applied to my face while you comment that this is much more fun than when you helped do make-up while you worked at the theatre. At last you finish and with excited amazement I stare in the mirror at the feminine image that your skills have created. "I'm glad you like your make-up, Darling," you say to my reflection in the mirror. "Although I put it on so that you would be nice for me to look at, not for you, so stop admiring yourself." When I turn to face you again, you grasp my shoulders and pull me atop my high heels. "Now I want to see your sexy new shape wiggle about, so walk down through the house in front of me," you command and, in total helplessness, I do so aware of your eyes on my corseted, rubber-clad body. In the lounge you sit on the edge of a chair and order me to walk up and down the room in front of you and I do with growing embarrassment until I see the arousal in your eyes. "Come here," you say in a low, throaty voice as you sink back into the chair. I stand before you and watch you hike up the leather skirt and, sliding your hips forward, pull your panties aside so that I can see your very wet pussy beneath the wisps of blonde pubic hair. "I need you to lick me, NOW! Get on your knees in front of me and do it, my sexy-looking slave," your excited voice commands. I struggle down to my knees and bend forward until my tongue can lick the inside of your thigh and begin to tease you. You need direct stimulation, not teasing and you grab my head and force my mouth hard against your wet lips, ordering me to lick hard as you slide your fingers down my face and spread your lips wide. Minutes later you groan and shudder as your orgasm gives you temporary relief from the excitement that fills you. You gently push my head away from your body, lie back in the chair and, with your eyes closed, rest for a while. I am unsure whether to stay there or try to get to my feet, when you quietly ask, "You liked me pushing the vibrator inside you last night, didn't you?" "Yes, I did," I answer, unable to lie to you, my embarrassment rising anew. You giggle at the tone in my voice and, still with your eyes closed, say "I'm going to fill you with the other, thicker one later. I guessed from your toys outside that you like to take other shapes inside your bottom so I will also try them on you, but only under my control. Can you really take those big, rubber bulbs inside you?" Suddenly your eyes snap open and stare intently at my face as you wait for my response. In deep embarrassment, worse than ever before, I am amazed that you guessed their purpose. "Yes," I mutter and, with delight at my discomfort, you demand to be told in detail how I insert and wear them. In deep shame I tell you, adding that I can only accommodate the biggest one for a while before it gets uncomfortable. You ask several questions including why I like it and I know that I cannot lie to you so answer truthfully in even more embarrassment that I like to imagine I am forced to accommodate them and made to suffer the discomfort. "I suppose you like enemas as well, then," you finally say, and I shamefully mutter that I do. I am surprised when you continue by saying "I've always fancied having one but never succumbed. I'll get you to give me one when I feel like it next." "Anyway, while I get up I want you to go and get the biggest bulb you have," you command. "Well don't just kneel there; when I order you to do something you do it right away," is added as I hesitate at your words, wondering how I can do so with my hands bound behind me. You giggle at my confusion then add, "Nevermind, I'll do it myself but you will come with me." Thankfully you help me to my feet for I know I wouldn't have made it alone. I am forced to walk in front of you, tottering slightly on the high-heels, through the house and across the yard, again frightened of being seen from the road, but it doesn't happen. In the garage you collect the bulb, tube and inflator then usher me back into the house and through to the bedroom. I am pushed face down onto the bed and, with my arms strapped high up my back, you force me up onto my knees, legs spread apart and the side of my face pressed onto the bed. In your hand I see a hairbrush and watch hesitatingly as you stand beside me and slide a hand around my waist to stroke arousingly over my captive genitals. "There are too many secrets you've kept from me, Darling," you say quietly, adding "you should have told me most of them instead of bottling them up to yourself. From now on you are going to tell me everything you like and don't like when I ask. So you don't forget in future, I'm going to punish you for not being honest with me." With rising fear I see your leather-clad hips sway beside my face then feel the sharp pain as the back of the hairbrush lands squarely on the right cheek of my bottom. I squeal with surprise and pain, especially when my other cheek also is smacked hard. Several more land in quick succession but my bound state prevents me from escaping from you, whilst your lower hand holds my genitals to stop me collapsing onto the bed. At last you stop and make me promise to tell you everything I like or fantasise about and, with my bottom stinging and glowing, I readily do so, knowing I am totally under your control. Despite the pain and humiliation I cannot deny a level of excitement that is growing inside me like never before, nor can I keep it from you for my erection in your hand confirms it. You chuckle happily at my acceptance of your command and I watch over the mattress as you squash the bulb as I had described and see you smear it with cream. I can do little to stop you pulling the tight rubber of my leotard aside, but involuntarily clench as the tip of the bulb is pushed against my bottom. "Don't you dare try to fight me," are your stern words and I force myself to relax. Slowly but firmly I feel the rubber shape being pushed and wriggled inside my body until it will go no further. I know you have removed the plug when I feel the first, initial inflation. Pressure on the end tells me you are inserting the tube and moments later the rush of air is accompanied by the bulb growing inside me. I groan as I feel the full size of the bulb spring into place, knowing that I cannot remove it without you releasing me. You insert the plug, pull the rubber leotard back into place and help me to my feet. After washing your hands in the bathroom you throw your arms round my neck and kiss me deeply. "Now you are totally mine, Darling, because you are helplessly plugged for as long as I want. You cannot remove it and I can have the extreme pleasure of watching your discomfort. Get used to being under my total control, and not being able to do anything about it, because that's the way you are going to stay from now on. Now walk up and down the house again," you order and I know I cannot refuse. As I move into the hall I feel your hand caress my cheeks through the rubber leotard and you ask if they feel nice and warm. I tell you that they feel like they are glowing, at which you laugh delightedly, and remind me of the few occasions I had spanked you. You tell me that you loved it at the time but don't want to feel it ever again. At least you know what it feels like, but my confidence slips further when you say that you will make sure I learn to like it and will be spanked whenever you think it necessary and that next time you will try out your riding crop. Up and down the house we walk, you frequently asking me to describe how the enormous rubber bulb feels inside me. Eventually the convulsions begin as my body tries to expel the discomfort and you laugh at my contortions as the tight rubber leotard prevents any relief. You move round in front of me and hug my body to yours, kissing me lovingly between shudders, then ask if this is how I've fantasised about being dominated. Embarrassed further by the directness of your question, I know I cannot lie to you and nod my head, unable to face the gleam of triumph in your eyes. For at least another half-hour you keep me walking back and forth, suffering further with each convulsion, before ordering me back to the bedroom. At last you release me from the straps then command me to sit on the edge of the bed to remove the high-heeled boots. In greater discomfort I do so, forcing the bulb even deeper into my body whilst struggling with the zips, but also relieved at taking off the uncomfortable footwear. I remove the nylon stockings when you tell me to, then stand so you can unzip the leotard and pull it off my arms to dangle around my hips. With rising spirits I feel you undo the knot at the back of the corset and feel the compression ease from my waist until, at last, you remove the corset from my body. Finally you lift the blonde wig from my head and tell me to take a shower, adding that I can remove the bulb when I'm in there and to be sure to wash all the make-up from my face. When I emerge from the shower, you smile sweetly at the obvious look of relief on my face now the bulb is no longer filling me and, handing me the towel, tell me it is a wonderful punishment that you hadn't known about until now, that you will push it inside me again any time you want to punish me and that I will have to suffer it for as long as you see fit. Having just suffered both the extra-tight corset and the bulb I know you are serious and realise how uncomfortable the future could be under your control. When you ask if I understand I nod sagely, my despairing look making you suddenly kiss me deeply and, fondling my nipples add, "Don't worry so much, Darling. As long as you are good and do what you're told, when you're told, you will get plenty of excitement as well. Don't forget that your excitement, as well as my new and total domination of you, excites me and I can't seem to get enough of it. Now your dry, come into the bedroom and let's see if I can suck some of that discomfort away!"