The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Part 3 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 3 of 5 By Jane Copyright reserved. It took six months for Vanya to set everything up and, during that time she used every opportunity to dominate and control me whenever we were together. I was amazed at how she changed, gaining confidence in herself in leaps and bounds, trying whatever ideas that came to mind for new things to do to me. Vanya did many things I didn't like but there were lots of others with which she drove me wild; either way, I had no choice but to submit to her will. At first I thought she was just idly experimenting - in hindsight perhaps in some things she was - but later I came to realise she had definite plans and purpose at the back of almost everything she did to me. She certainly explored, as far as she could, all the things that turned both of us on, as well as many things I didn't like which she used to 'punish' me for any infringements of the ever more strict code of conduct that she imposed. So clear in hindsight is how incredibly well she manipulated my dormant masochistic streak, making me endure things to my limits, most times slightly extending those limits and rewarding me with incredible orgasms, so that I fully associated her dominant control of me with the pure bliss she created in my body and mind. We had begun our sex-toy company, Davan Toys, starting with small ads in various publications, Vanya hawking samples to a growing number of sex shops and me making to order during evenings and weekends - always dressed in sexy female clothing, much of which became made of rubber as she obtained supplies, and in a lovely range of shoes with 3 - 3 1/2' high heels. It was amazing how things took off and work began pouring in, but so did the money, slowly at first, and we began to plan for bigger and better facilities with our growing ambition. Vanya had also contacted the corsetierre at the first opportunity and I had undergone the first stages of corset- training that were prescribed by Joan which included wearing first one, then a smaller, corset to work under my normal clothes and even at night. The first couple of months were not too much of a strain for gradual shaping was preferred and she never laced me in very tightly for too long. Once my corseted waist was down to a comfortable 24 inch, Joan told Vanya that I was 'a natural' for figure training and, after detailed measuring, produced two new corsets after a couple of weeks. One in red, the other in black satin, these were much stronger and more heavily boned than the earlier ones and were aimed at reducing my waist to 20 inches. Vanya was also determined to achieve that reduction as soon as possible so insisted on lacing them to the point of my discomfort but, although I ached and had to become used to only breathing with my upper chest, I also began to feel proud of my new figure. Vanya became more and more sensually erotic over that period, insisting I give her several orgasms a day and, in turn, making sure that I was satisfied by at least one, sometimes two, climaxes whenever we were together. Every one was only given when I was clothed in female attire and bound or dominated in one way or another; I knew she was conditioning me to accept her complete control of everything I did but could do nothing to prevent it. Her incredibly sexy and inventive mind became even more so and rarely a week would go by without her introducing some new ideas for controlling me, including using various nipple clamps on me regularly, new bondage methods, enemas and many others. Finally we made the break. Vanya found a large house with several outbuildings on 25 acres of ground way out in the country, which we bought after selling our own. We resigned from our jobs and made the move. It took a while to set everything up to our liking in our 12 roomed house but we soon had my workshop set up in the attic and I worked 15 hours a day for the first month to catch up on back orders. Being in our own house together gave Vanya what she yearned for most: she dressed me how she wanted each morning and controlled me for 24 hours of each and every day. Her loving domination had, even by then, become a source of complete, if frustrating, satisfaction to me and a part of my mind seemed to watch objectively as Vanya gradually introduced her will and control into all aspects of our life. As soon as we moved in, all of my male clothes disappeared - where she hid them I never found out - and I revelled in the growing variety of sexy clothes she continued to make me wear. Sensuous satin, silk and nylon were mixed with leather and rubber into outfits that gave me wild, erotic pleasures and fantasies on which she could build. As a reward for catching up on our backlog she gave me a pair of knee-high lace-up boots in black patent leather with 4" heels that she insisted I wear every day which I happily did as they looked, and made me feel, so sexy. A week later a similarly heeled pair of red court shoes appeared, these having ankle straps, which could be locked with a tiny padlock so that I could not take them off. Gradually, by night I was bound or shackled in one way or another and began sleeping in the boots or shoes, not even aware I was still wearing them, at first, as I drifted into sleep after another wonderful, exhausting climax at Vanya's hands, pussy or mouth. A month later Vanya bought me a white pair of boots, these lacing up to mid-thigh and, when I tried them, found the heels to be 5" high. As I had become quite used to wearing stilettos by then it took little time to adjust to the increase in height and I loved the sexy feel of high heels. Similar shoes, also with locking straps were given to me a couple of days later and Vanya was always complimenting me on how good I looked in high heels and how well I coped with wearing them which doubled my pleasure. It was about that time that Vanya began to increase the frequency of giving me an enema. They were usually administered first thing in the morning and began to follow a fixed routine. I would kneel on the bed and rest my face on the mattress and wait while Vanya filled the large bag with warm water. After hooking up the bag above me she would slide the thick, contoured nozzle inside me and commence the flow, slowly at first, whilst caressing my nipples and genitals. Although she always filled me to the point of discomfort and made me hold the water in for at least ten minutes, her caressing was always a delight, which lifted me almost to the point of climax. After I had been allowed to empty my bloated bowels Vanya would often fill me again, sometimes repeatedly, usually increasing the amount she inserted the second and subsequent times. Often, after the enema we would make love and other times Vanya would thrill me in other ways to orgasm but always the climaxes were incredible and a wonderful start to the day. Soon, just the thought of an enema made me randy and I began to look forward to my daily douching. My hair had grown quite a bit by then and, apart from a light trim of the ends, Vanya insisted on me growing it, taking great delight in the many different styles she could create, as it steadily grew longer. At first it felt odd to wear a ponytail or a pretty ribbon but I loved the difference it made to my appearance. During our third month at the new house more shoes and boots arrived, the slender heels on these were higher still - 5 1/2 inches for I measured them in my workshop one day. It was then that I noticed that Vanya had taken away the lower heeled ones; my ankles were aching one afternoon and, although she insisted I now wore high heeled shoes day and night, I had wanted to wear lower ones for a while but they were missing from my wardrobe. When I asked her why she had taken them she told me, "Because you look so sexy in stilettos and I want you to learn to walk in the highest heels you can." A fortnight later I was presented with several new pairs of boots and locking-strap shoes, all with six inch heels. "I want you to wear these as much as you can, my Darling," said Vanya. "Try to get used to them as quickly as possible. Maybe you won't be able to manage in them at first so you can wear your present ones as a change if they get too uncomfortable." That was almost a challenge to me and soon I was wearing 6" heels day and night and coping well with the tiny steps with which they forced me to walk. Even the stairs became fairly easy after a few weeks. It was then that Vanya dressed me one morning and added a long black rubber skirt. The shiny latex was much thicker than my other rubber clothes and was tightly form-fitting from waist to just above my ankles. My step was reduced to half that imposed by the 6" heels and I teetered around the house in it, but felt quite aroused by the sensuous feeling the tight skirt created as it clung to my hips and thighs. This was not the least enhanced by the lustful gaze of Vanya, which followed my progress, although I didn't let her know I knew she was watching me. During this period Vanya began writing short erotic stories, which she sold to various fetish magazines via the Internet, which she loved as a source of many more ideas for dominating me also. Her inventive mind and excellent authoring soon began to achieve results and requests for her stories began with regular demand, pushing up our profits further. I read most of her stories and found them to be highly imaginative and very erotic, sometimes based around the things she did to me. I also watched how her dominant streak soon began to show through, in her writing and our daily life, growing noticeably along with her confidence. A while later, she was appointed guest editor for answering readers' letters on how to become a dominatrix for a couple of American and European magazines. Various other work offers followed, some of which she accepted and others she turned down, all the time growing in self confidence. At some stage during those early months I had stripped for my morning shower after my enema and became aware that I was standing on tiptoe under the stream of hot water. How long I had been doing so I did not know and I realised that I was more comfortable wearing high heels than I was barefoot. My ankles and calves, even my toes ached if I tried to force my heels down onto the floor. When I mentioned it to Vanya she praised me (!!!) telling me how beautifully I now walked in stilettos and how sexy I looked etc. I took it all in and gratefully accepted the plastic, strapless shoes with 5" heels she gave me the next day to wear in the shower. After six months we were still working a very full five-day week and often having to work at weekends to meet all orders on time. Gradually a pattern emerged from our orderbook, however, and I was able to make bulk lots of our more popular items instead of just producing to order, which helped reduce the workload. We also expanded our range of contacts so could outsource the less specialised items. Through the Internet regular private customers were established worldwide and so were specialist sex shops - we even had a few brothels that placed regular orders. Vanya loved the special requests we sometimes received and we always discussed the best ways to produce more than just what the customer's fantasy entailed. Through this, she developed more ideas for her writing as well as new things to do to me! Some of the requests were horrendous but I was always the guinea pig to try out new items or ideas. The point arrived when I realised I could do with a break from the demanding workload. I also realised that I hadn't played golf for well over a year and mentioned it to Vanya over lunch one day, adding that I would contact our nearest golf club about membership. She merely chuckled and said that I wouldn't be leaving her to play a round of golf any more but didn't elaborate. I was determined, however, and found out where the nearest course was and even arranged for a guest game the following week. When I told Vanya what I had done, she smiled lovingly at me and, without a word, left the room. Half an hour later she called me into our bedroom and I followed her as fast as I could in my 6" stilettos and tight rubber dress. On the bed was a golf shirt, trousers and socks with my old golf shoes placed on the carpet beneath. "There you are, my Darling Slave. You better see if they still fit you," she said with a conspiratorial smile on her lovely face and went behind me to unzip my dress. When I stepped out of it she began unlacing my corset then helped me release the clips down the length of the front busk and remove my stockings from the suspenders. With the corset lying on the bed Vanya dropped to her knees and undid the tiny padlocks on the straps of my shoes. Without giving me chance to remove them, she passed me the shirt telling me to put it on which I did, feeling how scratchy and uncomfortable the coarse cotton was against my skin compared with the silks, satins and rubbers of the wonderful clothes Vanya had given and dressed me in for over a year. I sat on the edge of the bed and the trousers were threaded over my shoes and up my legs before she pulled me to stand again. Those trousers, which had once fitted so well, were now ridiculously baggy around my tiny waist and I realised how much the continual corseting had changed my figure to its near-perfect feminine form. Without comment Vanya pushed me back to sit on the bed, slipped my red shoes from my feet and pulled off my stockings from around my ankles before passing me the rough cotton socks. Finally she helped me to struggle to force my feet into the heavy, clumsy golf shoes, which pressed uncomfortably on my up-turned toes. Vanya picked up a golf club and, giving it to me, said, "See if you still remember how to use it, Darling." I struggled to my feet and immediately sat down again as my ankles, toes and calves were consumed in pain. I rubbed them vigorously then tried again with the same painful result. After several attempts I managed to stand but only by balancing on my toes with no weight on my heels but determined not to let the horrible discomfort show on my face. Vanya reminded me of the club and told me swing it. As I obediently lifted the shaft my back felt horribly sore and I dropped the club in dismay. With a gentle, loving smile Vanya pushed me back on the bed and, reaching out to hold my hand tenderly in hers, said softly, "Now will you understand that you are my complete and total slave? Your body has become so used to wearing a corset that you cannot do without one and by making you wear such lovely high heels all the time, the muscles and tendons in your legs have changed so that is all you can wear now. I have locked you into the transvestite desires you confessed you wanted. You have no choice but to accept that you are trapped in my world of feminine perfection - the world I intend to keep you in. It would probably take you at least a year to get back to normal shoes and to not wearing a corset - is that what you want, my Darling? "I don't think you do but, either way, you have no choice because you belong to me now and I am going to MAKE you wear them. It is what I want that matters, do you understand me? Do you accept your fate, or should I make things more painful for you, Darling?" Her eyes showed how serious she was and her determination was abundantly clear despite the obvious love - there was no escape from the world she had trapped me in and in many ways, I realised, I loved being in her total control despite the problems. How well she had trapped me into needing high heels! How easily she had tricked me into needing a corset! How much had I come to need her loving domination. Vanya ripped those horrible golf clothes off me, laced me tightly into the corset and helped me into my stockings and high heels, then rode me to a fantastic orgasm while sensuously tugging on my sensitive nipples. From that event, though, Vanya did realise that I hadn't left our property in over a year. At least once a week she went into our local town for shopping and to post whatever orders we had completed although, perhaps, that was limited in terms of her enjoyment. We did talk of going away for a holiday but even Vanya realised that my need to wear high heels was a major barrier for which we could find no immediate solution. At least we made a point of taking daily walks in our huge property and this taught me to steer clear of soft ground in high heels! Every now and then Vanya would also take me for a night drive in the country, which also made a nice break. With Vanya's upcoming birthday I had a problem: I couldn't go out and buy a present. Instead I arranged for flowers to be delivered on the day and spent many hours designing and making some very fancy gold earrings using items I had acquired for the nipple jewellery we sold. On the day I slipped out of bed before she was awake to make tea and breakfast, which I carefully carried back to our bedroom. Vanya loved the surprise and the earrings (and, when they were delivered much later that day, the flowers). She surprised me also by saying she wanted another gift from me but when I asked what, said she would tell me later. After I had returned the tray and dishes to the kitchen, Vanya had already prepared my daily enema, the bag hanging waiting on its hook above my side of our huge bed. I pulled my rubber nightie off when she told me and positioned myself on knees and shoulders as usual. She told me to leave my corset on, which was strange for she had always removed it before so that it didn't restrict the flow. After inserting the nozzle into me Vanya wriggled herself beneath my head and ordered me to lick and suck her beautiful pussy directly beneath my face. Although I did this often it had never been at enema time before and, as I began, she said, "You must keep licking and loving me until the bag is empty, my slave. Oooh! Yes!" she added as I immediately attacked her prominent clit with the tip of my tongue. It wasn't easy to ignore the pressure and slight cramping that the inflow of warm water caused and to concentrate on thrilling my Mistress but somehow I managed, although it took much longer with the corset restricting the flow. Once all the liquid was inside me, after Vanya had achieved several orgasms, I was told to go and empty it out and I gladly rushed into the bathroom, certainly not pointing out that she hadn't make me hold it for a while! When I returned some ten minutes later Vanya was in the same position on the bed but I noticed that the bag had been refilled. "Time for a second go, Darling," commanded Vanya so I resumed my earlier position and began to suck on her inner lips as she stretched down my body to insert the nozzle and start the flow. In between orgasms Vanya whispered, "As it's my birthday I've decided to give you a treat as well, Darling. I've added lots of bi-carb to your enema to make it nice and soft," and I noticed that it did feel slightly different but I couldn't have defined the change. It certainly flowed into me easier and gurgled deep into my body now that I had been cleaned by the first one. With my tongue deep inside Vanya's pussy she reached her fifth climax and, after a moment's recovery, ordered me to stay in the same position. She wriggled out from under me, closed the valve in the enema tube and disconnected the empty bag, leaving the nozzle still penetrating me. After several minutes she came back into the bedroom having refilled the bag, telling me as she reconnected the tubing. "Today you're going to take a double dose. Now you are half-full so be prepared for a little discomfort." Vanya began a gentle massage of my stomach beneath the corset and I felt the liquid inside me gurgle ever deeper and the pressure ease off a bit, then she resumed her earlier position and told me to continue. As I did she reached up, opened the valve once more, and then began teasing and pinching my nipples in the way she had taught me to love. Gradually the pressure built up then reduced as the liquid forced its way into my deepest inner recesses, built and reduced again and again whilst all the time Vanya held and guided my mouth over her delightful pussy. The pressure inside me made the corset grow extremely tight as my body was extended and forced against it and the flow was very much slower than usual. By the time the second bag was empty I was full to the brim and struggling to hold the nozzle tightly to prevent the liquid squirting out of me - that had resulted in severe punishment once before. I begged Vanya to let me go and release the pressure but she silenced me by saying, "Just wait a little longer, my beautiful slave. Let the pressure subside and I'll remove the nozzle." It took several minutes before I could let her take it out without me leaking and then she helped me to lie down on my back. After a couple of minutes of Vanya stroking my genitals and gently sucking my nipples my whole stomach felt like it was starting to fizz inside. The pressure increase deep inside me caused considerable discomfort. When I told Vanya how bad it was and that I had to release it she giggled, but did help me as I struggled to get to my feet. As I sped to the bathroom as fast as I could in my heels I tried desperately not to leak and barely made it. Just as I seated myself, my bottom exploded and the liquid jetted from my body in violent squirts, accompanied by equally violent spasms as my stomach contracted. It was at least half an hour before I was completely empty and the spasms left me feeling quite weak. Eventually I made my way back to the bedroom to find Vanya lounging on the bed. She pulled me down beside her, kissed me deeply then I felt her fingers undo the knot in the lacing of my corset and the tension gradually relax. Once I was naked she pulled me to my feet and led the way into the shower, pausing briefly so I could change into the plastic mules. As the hot water cascaded down upon us, Vanya told me that I had had a special enema, which had cleaned out my whole system and said she was proud of how well I had handled it. It is funny how much I thrive on even the tiniest praise from her. She told me that the second enema contained lemon juice, which reacted with the bi-carb to make the liquid bubble violently inside me, the purpose being to completely cleanse my whole system. Vanya slid her arms around me and pulled my body tightly against hers, kissed me wetly and smiled deeply into my eyes as the warm water cascaded down our bodies. "I love having you as my slave, Darling, to do anything I want to you and have you so dependent upon me. It's even more exciting now than it was at first, especially since even your body needs me now in so many different ways." Puzzled by her comment, I asked what she meant and she giggled sexily, thought for a moment then told me. "Your body needs the excitement only I can create. Your mind has come to need my domination of you and you're physically helpless without the corsets and high heels I have forced you to wear. And now your body has come to expect, and need, its daily enema. Without it you would block up in no time and be extremely uncomfortable." The shock must have shown on my face, for I hadn't understood why she had weaned me onto enemas, but she smiled reassuringly. "Don't look so worried my beautiful lover. You are my complete slave, totally under my control but I will thrill and love and dominate you to the limits of your capacity. Do you remember I told you, long ago, that I was determined to take you out of your depth?" I nodded and she continued, "Well you have been out of it almost ever since and you have enjoyed it so far haven't you, despite the painful times?" The confidence of how accurate her words were was clear to see in her eyes so I merely nodded my head before pulling her tightly to me and kissing her deeply once again. After finishing our ablutions we walked back into the bedroom, hand in hand, where Vanya opened a drawer and retrieved the black rubber corset she had had found in my original workshop when all of her domination had started. It was more heavily boned than those I had been wearing and I remembered how incredibly tight it could be laced from that first and two subsequent occasions she had put it on me. I started to protest as she placed it around my waist and did up the front busk but she ordered me to be quiet. Moving behind me she began pulling up the laces and, although the grip was rigid on my body when she had finished, it was far from uncomfortable. With an impish smile Vanya came back to face me and asked if the corset was comfortable to which I nodded my reply. "The back of the corset is fully closed, Darling. I have trained your figure down to a 20" waist already but I intend reducing it further," the last sentence being said with pride in her voice. "I know it's my birthday," Vanya told me. "But I have some gifts for you as well," she said reaching into the drawer again. A new packet of latex stockings was tossed towards me followed by a long-line black rubber bra. Once I had them in place Vanya brought over my breast-forms and a small black box, which she put on the dresser and opened. From it she drew a pair of nipple cuffs, the base of each being a small black plastic box. I caught my breath because we maintained contact with other suppliers of sex toys and I knew these were the recently invented vibrating ones. I watched with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she pushed the wide loops down to trap my nipples in their firm grip. They were soon hidden by the breast-forms, which fitted perfectly inside my new bra. A new pair of tight black rubber panties followed and when I had them up to my knees, Vanya told me to kneel on the bed. She pushed my face down to the sheets and, moments later, began stroking the entrance to my body. I tried to see what she was doing and saw a pot of cream in her hand. Vanya moved aside for a moment then reappeared holding a butt-plug and I briefly noticed a tube and wire extending from its base before she began to gently insert it into me, greatly assisted by the lubricant. Although the head was large in diameter she managed to force it in until it suddenly slipped inside and my bottom was gripping the much smaller neck at the base. Something extended forward from the base of the plug and I felt her pushing and tugging on my testicles and penis. Finally I was allowed to stand and Vanya pulled up the thick rubber panties before I could see what she had been doing, taking care to push my genitals low into the front to minimise their bulge. From a white cardboard box Vanya took a new pair of black thigh-boots and, whilst I sat in the edge of the bed, she flicked off my shower shoes and pulled the boots onto my feet. These were made of very shiny black rubber and she began lacing up the whole length of the front from ankle to thigh. When she had finished she pulled me to my feet and I found that the ankles were heavily reinforced and the thin stiletto heels were even higher than anything I had worn before. I tried lifting my heels off the floor but couldn't. I took a few steps and found that I could just about walk but only with tiny steps. While I did so Vanya brought over a pair of shiny black latex gloves for me, these stretching tightly up to above my elbows. She next produced a new red rubber dress from my wardrobe, unzipped the back of it as she brought it over and ordered me to step into it. When she pulled it up my body I found that the hem of the skirt was tight around my thighs and after sliding my arms into the soft billowy sleeves, managed to wriggle my hands through the tight cuffs of the dress. Vanya was working behind me so I couldn't see what she was doing, but the next moment I felt the butt-plug begin to expand inside me. She kept inflating it until I knew it could get no bigger without causing serious injury and I squealed for her to stop. She did with a chuckle, released the pressure slightly then, moments later, tugged up the heavy zip of the dress pulling the thick rubber tight about my hips and waist. Another zip, from hips to hem pulled the rubber of the skirt tightly around my thighs. The dress was slightly looser over my bustline, merely pressing lightly on them whilst the rest of my body was tightly encased in the grip of the rubber dress. From the dresser Vanya took a small padlock and, walking behind me, fiddled at the top of the zip of my dress and I heard an ominous click. I knew she had locked me into the dress. The final additions to my clothing were a tight steel belt that she tugged and locked around my tiny waist and a pair of heavy steel handcuffs which were snapped about my wrists. These were joined by a short length of heavy chain to the front of the belt, allowing me to lift my hands to shoulder height only. Vanya led me over to the dressing table and made me sit on the thinly padded stool, which made me very aware of the plug intruding into my body. After carefully removing the stubble from my chin, she spent much longer than usual applying make-up to my eyes, face and lips and as she worked on me she spoke carefully between bouts of concentration. "When I first found out about your love of crossdressing, especially when we went shopping together that first time, I made up my mind to fulfil all of our fantasies and to dress you in total femininity as much as was possible. Having found your rubber corset I promised myself that I would train your body to be able to wear it within two years, the same with those boots and now you can handle stiletto heels very well. I've tried the corset on you occasionally to see how I was doing and my birthday seemed the right time to celebrate my triumph - well ahead of my target date. So today YOU are my special present; I want to spend the day watching and knowing and enjoying how totally under my control you really are, how completely in my dominance, my Darling Slave - how you belong entirely to me. "You're nice and empty inside so I know you can hold the plug all day, although I'm sure it will get quite uncomfortable later. I know that before I found out, you fantasised about wearing high heels and your rubber corset - well today you can experience the fruits of my schemes and live the fantasy that has now become your reality: total feminine submission to my dominance." Although I tried to speak several times Vanya told me to be quiet and I knew she was in no frame of mind to allow me to defy her. When my make-up was finished Vanya clipped earrings to my lobes and added a long blond wig to my head, spending quite some time positioning it and pinning it in place then teasing the fine hair with a brush. At last she stood back to see her handiwork then ordered me to my feet and to turn around as she watched. It was hard enough to stand - and to turn took all my concentration in the incredibly high, slender heels of my boots. "You know that your body is completely dependent on me now, my wonderful slave-girl: it is reliant on high heels, corsets and enemas. Now you are locked into your dress you are even more dependent upon me because you cannot undo it, or reach anything without my permission and that is how I am going to keep you as long as I want," Vanya gloated with a wicked smile and I knew it was true. With my hands locked there was no way I could even reach the zip of my dress let alone unlock it. Nor could I raise my skirt with its figure-hugging grip from my calves upwards. The skirt prevented me from reaching the lacing of my new boots. I knew Vanya was right - I was totally under her control - yet a part of me was very excited at my predicament. Previous occasions in oppressive bondage had always been very satisfying, even if only when I was released. Finally Vanya announced her satisfaction with my appearance and let me sit on the edge of the dressing table. I watched as she took her time dressing in a black silky platform bra, panties, stockings and slip then, taking a new black patent leather dress from her wardrobe, zip herself into the beautiful form-fitting sheath. She looked incredible as she slipped her feet into 4" heeled black shoes and strode over towards me, smiling at the lust for her, which I couldn't hide in my eyes. "You're not the only one who can look ultra-feminine, Darling," she whispered huskily as she bent down beside me to do her own light make-up. Vanya took my rubber-coated hand and made me walk across the room and, only being able to take about six-inch steps, this took ages as each one required my utmost concentration to prevent falling over. Eventually we stood in front of the mirrors in the dressing room and I gaped in wonder at my reflection. Vanya had turned me into the embodiment of femininity - my long legs set off in such incredibly high and sexy heels, the form-fitting dress which highlighted my curving hips, tiny waist and full breasts. Even the tight, high collar of the dress seemed to make my neck look longer, supporting my carefully made-up face which Vanya had somehow made more than just pretty. And that was framed by cascades of long, wavy blond hair that fell below my shoulders. I struggled to catch my breath at the incredible transformation Vanya had achieved. She was more than right, the fantasy had been deep inside my thoughts for many years but I had never expected to see myself looking so feminine and sexy in reality and what I saw was highly erotic and exciting. After letting me study and fix the image in my mind, Vanya took my hand, squeezed it lovingly and slowly led me out of the dressing room and through to the lounge where, I was surprised to see, the clock showed it was mid-morning already. She sat down in an easy chair, telling me to sit on the sofa opposite. I managed to walk over to it on my own, even turning round ready to sit down, but bending my body to sit made the tight rubber skirt pull against my bottom and knees. Vanya realised my predicament, her wicked smile being evidence that she wasn't going to help me in any way because she was enjoying my difficulties. After several attempts I managed to tug up the skirt enough to bend my knees a bit more and, as I tried to sit, I tumbled backwards, off-balance in the ridiculously high heels, to sprawl on the sofa. With further difficulties I did, however, manage to move into a reasonable approximation of a sitting position, although my legs were straight out in front of me resting on the end of the heels of my boots and the skirt felt very tight against my bottom. I knew I wouldn't be able to get up again without Vanya's help. After watching me for several minutes, her smiling eyes roaming over my captive body, Vanya asked, "Do you realise just how helpless you are, my Darling slave? If I don't release you, you would never be able to get out of that outfit." I nodded my reply, adding "As soon as you locked the handcuffs I knew I was totally dependent on you, Vanya my darling, just as I have been many times before. It feels very exciting as well, particularly as you have made me look and feel so pretty." "And I want you to stay looking beautiful, not just today, and I intend for you to feel pretty - pretty good!" she added huskily as, with a smile she reached into the small pocket of her leather dress. She withdrew two large foil-wrapped tablets which she placed on the coffee table between us without comment, then stood and strode from the room as I lustfully watched her soft swaying hips. A minute later she returned with what looked to be a walkie-talkie device clasped between her long fingers and she resumed her seat in the chair facing me. "I want you to understand just how completely I have achieved my domination over you, Darling," she smiled lovingly. "We both know how helpless you are in those restrictive sexy clothes and manacles and how dependent your body is on high heels, corsets and enemas. But I also control everything you feel as well now, my Sweetheart. Try this for a start," she chuckled and pressed a finger to the device in her hand. Immediately I felt my nipples begin to vibrate delightfully as the cuffs came to life. As she pressed other buttons the vibrations increased in speed and intensity and I gasped in pleasure at the wonderful feelings spread from my now ultra-sensitive nipples to the surrounding area. The trembling stopped suddenly as Vanya pressed at the box again. "Like it?" "Oh, yes!" I gasped in delight. "How about this?" Her hand pressed a button again and I squealed as a sharp electric shock momentarily hit both nipples at once. Vanya smiled at my open-mouthed stare, adjusted the box then pressed again. The shock, much weaker hit again but didn't stop as before. Instead it gradually increased in intensity until I squealed again, my shoulders curling protectively and my hands uselessly trying to reach my painful nipples beneath the thick rubber dress and breast-forms. The pain became too much for me and I screamed for Vanya to stop it and she stabbed at another button: the intense pain was suddenly replaced by the exciting vibrations, which were even more arousing in contrast following the electric agony. My scream was suddenly replaced by a whimper of arousal as my body responded to the stimulation I couldn't fight. "Then, of course, there is this," she said manner-of-factly as she pressed at the buttons again. My nipples stopped tingling and suddenly the butt-plug came to life with rippling vibrations that made me shiver with delight at the erotic surges within me. As Vanya adjusted the box, so the intensity increased and I moaned and wriggled with arousal on the sofa. Without warning, the plug that filled me stopped vibrating and gave out an enormous electric shock that made me scream again, sending me rigid as a core of pure agony began to grow deep inside my helpless body. It only lasted seconds but it felt like hours before the shock stopped, my body relaxing slowly from the rigor in which it was gripped. "And this," Vanya said, not giving me time to adjust to what was happening. This time my testicles and the root of my penis began to tingle. It was not merely a vibration, it was best described as a series of very fast electrical pulses, which created indescribable pleasure in the very centre of my sexual being. I was panting as I struggled for breath at the beautiful feelings surging through my body. Gradually the intensity increased, changing from unbelievably exciting to uncomfortable, then to sheer pain again as my manacled hands desperately clawed at my rubber-skirted lap. The pain stopped without warning and, as I slowly recovered, I lifted my eyes to see Vanya's smiling eyes staring back at me. "Now you know some of the things I can make you feel, my darling Slave, Vanya said to me with a firm voice and a serious look. "Combined with your dependence on me and your bondage, I think you realise that you are mine to do with as I think fit. You belong totally to me, an extravagant present to me on my birthday - the most wonderful gift I have ever owned. I want to explain three rules to you, however. One: you will do exactly what you are told to, immediately when I tell you, without question. Two: you will not speak unless I ask you a question or give you permission. I will tell you the other rule later. Now, do you understand, because I may reward your good behaviour with nice feelings but I will definitely punish any failure to follow those two rules?" "Vanya, my darling," I replied hesitatingly, my mind in a whirl of jumbled thoughts after the variety of feelings that she had thrown at my body. "I have always belonged to you. Why do you want to hurt me so much," I asked almost without thinking. She smiled, her face radiant with love for me, yet a trace of concern in her eyes. "I have always known you were mine but today I need you to fully understand it. There must be no confusion in your mind by tonight. This evening I want a commitment from you and I want you to give it with a knowledge of everything it could hold. Today I will expose you to all that my dominance could mean so be prepared for an unpredictable day!" Her cryptic words confused me further. "Just tell me what you want," I interrupted, unsure of what she needed from me but a stab of a finger at the box caused an explosion of pain from the plug and the nipple-cuffs, and also in my testicles. As my scream stopped with the sudden severe pain, Vanya's words drifted slowly through the clouds of agony. "Remember the rules! They are final and not for discussion!" So severe was the shock of the pain that it took several minutes for me to recover. As I did so I recognised how serious Vanya was and knew I would not risk disobeying her rules again. I felt my shoulders sag as my mind accepted that I would do nothing to displease her for the remainder of the day. After about five minutes of sitting in silence, all the time feeling Vanya's eyes watching me yet being unwilling to look back at her in case she thought I was challenging her will, she spoke again. "Go into the bedroom, my slave. You will find a red vibrator in my middle right hand dressing table drawer. Bring it to me." There was no question of the change in her voice, clear, absolute command and control. I panicked for a moment, afraid I would not be able to get to my feet, then wriggled over onto my stomach on the sofa. By pulling my knees beneath me as much as the dress would allow, I was able to push down with my hands and eventually stand tottering atop the incredibly high stilettos of my boots. Pausing only a moment to get my balance I carefully began walking to the bedroom with the tiny steps permitted by the heels and the dress. There I was faced with another difficulty for the drawer was well below the level I could easily reach with my manacled hands. The corset was too rigid for me to bend at the waist but, by leaning precariously from the hips and by flexing my knees the tiny amount that the stiff boots and tight rubber dress would allow, I was able to touch the handle of the drawer with my latex-coated fingers. I struggled some more, eventually managing to slide the drawer open. The sex-toy was resting on top of Vanya's lacy panties and with a little more effort I was able to lift it in my fingers. Holding my breath in case I dropped it again, I managed to stand straight again and get a proper grip on it, then shut the drawer with my thigh. I carefully turned around and retraced my tiny steps to the lounge. "Quite good, slave," said Vanya in a low voice. "The third rule, however, is that anything you bring to me from now on will be in your mouth. Do you understand?" Her eyes bored fiercely into mine and I nodded, almost as a reaction and hurriedly placed the end of the vibrator between my lips. "I said bring it to me, my beautiful slave-girl, not stand hovering above me with it," she told me in the sort of voice a school-teacher would use with a small, stupid child, which made me feel a rising sense of panic for not meeting her needs. Resting my cuffed hands on the arm of her chair I managed, after great difficulty, to get down on my knees and lean forward so she could take the vibrator from my mouth. "That was much better," she said with a smile and, crazily, it made me feel good. I watched as she put the toy on the other arm of the chair, held the zipper of her dress at the hem between her stockinged thighs and slowly drew it upwards to expose her hips to my gaze. Vanya slowly stood before me and lifted the open skirt of her black leather dress around her waist. She smiled then ordered me to take off her panties. I reached up and slid my fingertips inside the waist of the shiny black satin and began to peel them away from her flawless white skin. My handcuffed wrists forced me to use both hands together, complicating the task, but eventually I pulled the flimsy panties down off her hips. Her wetness glistening in the crotch of those panties and on her outer lips told me again how aroused she became in her domination. Finally the black satin was at her knees and fell down around her ankles. Vanya stepped out of them with one foot and used the other to lift them to her waiting fingers then she seated herself in the chair again, keeping the soft leather dress and her slip still up around her waist. She turned the panties inside out, holding the crotch up to my lips. I eagerly put my tongue out to taste her moisture from the slick, smooth satin and, as always it acted like an aphrodisiac upon me, my groin becoming hot. Vanya tossed the panties aside, wriggled down in the chair, spread her thighs and, with sultry eyes, said, "Give me what I need, my sexy slave-girl." There was no doubting her desire for she loved me sucking and licking her clit but I didn't think I would be able to reach her lovely pussy in my restraining clothes. Somehow, by moving my knees away and taking most of my weight on my hands and shoulders on the front of the chair, I managed to lower my mouth to the lips of her pussy. I pressed the tip of my tongue into the top of her pubic groove and wriggled it down towards her clit. I was amazed to find that beautiful organ firmly erect and waiting for attention, but I began sucking and licking it with a vigour that soon had Vanya panting with excitement. In a very throaty voice she told me. "I love how your blonde hair tickles the inside of my thighs." After two quick but intense orgasms she gently pushed my head away from her pussy, reached for her sex-toy and placed the base in my mouth. "Now let me feel that inside me, Darling. I want you to make long, slow, full strokes. Don't make me climax until I tell you, just build me up to a very high peak," she ordered and again I strained to reach deep enough between her widespread thighs. Vanya aided me by holding her inner lips wide and I managed to penetrate her with the other end of the vibrator which, thankfully, she had not turned on. Gently I pushed forward, sinking the soft red dildo inside her wonderful body then just as gently and slowly pulled it backwards, being rewarded by her contented sigh of satisfaction. As I sank it deep inside her again I looked up as much as I could, seeing the look of bliss on her lovely face as she watched me obeying her commands. Time dragged slowly as I continued arousing her and soon my knees, back, shoulders and neck were aching at my strained position. I soon reached the point where I would have stopped and complained but I knew how any protest would be met. Instead I forced myself to ignore my discomfort and give Vanya exactly what she had ordered. "Deeper, Slave. Push it deeper each time," she commanded in a low gaspy voice, then groaned as I complied, pushing forward until my nose and lips were pressing against her very wet pussy. Vanya groaned again with each full thrust and I knew she was forcing herself to hold back the orgasm, making its inevitable excitement build higher and higher and I forced myself to continue moving in my strained position to give her the best thrills that I could. At last she gasped loudly, moaning. "Now, Slave. Now! Do it faster! Faster," I struggled to meet her urgent needs. Suddenly her hips jerked off the seat towards me, easing the strain on my neck and I almost doubled my speed as she screamed out when the orgasm wracked her body. It seemed to last longer than ever before yet I managed to continue thrusting the dildo fast and deep into her erotic body until, finally, she collapsed back in the chair, every muscle limp with total satisfaction. I was unsure of what to do; she hadn't told me to stop yet I felt that I should. To solve the quandary I very slowly moved the vibrator back and forth but barely moving it in her body. "You can stop now, Darling, " Vanya's voice caressed me but the words caused more uncertainty. Did I withdraw the dildo or leave it in her satiated pussy? I gambled on the former and was relieved that no criticism followed as I struggled to kneel straight and ease the cramp in my muscles, meekly holding the dripping dildo between my stiff jaw. Several minutes later Vanya, smiling like a well-fed cat, uncurled herself from the chair and sat forward. She reached out and gently took the vibrator from my lips and dropped it on the carpet, then slid her arms around me and pulled my head to her full breasts. The smell of her leather dress, as well as her aroused juices that coated my nose and lips and, of course, my own rubber dress filled my senses, the combined aroma being an incredible aphrodisiac. She hugged me to her for several minutes, breaking the silence finally by saying, "That was wonderful, my darling. At one point I thought you were going to rebel against me, but your total submission made it an incredible climax. Come on, you know how satisfying orgasms make me feel hungry so get me some lunch." With Vanya's help I managed to get to my feet and, after she had touched up my make-up, spent the next hour in the kitchen preparing a meal for us both. By the time I had finished my feet were aching in the unbearably high heels and, for the first time in ages, high-heels were causing my calf muscles to cramp yet I didn't dare complain. That discomfort, combined with how tired I became from struggling with even the simplest task because of my restraints, gave me little interest in my food but I forced some down in silence. I cleared the kitchen and wondered whether to ask Vanya if she wanted coffee. Another dilemma: did I assume she would tell me if she wanted some, did I dare risk asking her or should I make her some anyway. The latter seemed the safest choice but even that slight risk filled me with fear that I might receive that excruciating pain again from the control box that rested on the table only inches from Vanya's fingers. I breathed a mental sigh of relief as she smiled at me as I placed the cup on the table in front of her. The smile faded as I withdrew my hand, catching the saucer and slopping a drop of coffee. With my heart rising into my mouth I rushed, as fast as my restrictive clothes would let me, to get a cloth and to wipe up the spill. Vanya said nothing and, although I could feel myself shaking I began to feel a bit calmer. When she had finished her coffee, Vanya stood up and left the room without a word while I washed and dried the last few bits and pieces and finished tidying up. As I was finishing up I heard the doorbell ring then, a few minutes later Vanya strode into the kitchen holding an enormous arrangement of flowers. Her face was wreathed in smiles as she said, "Thank you for these, my precious Slave, they really are beautiful and a lovely birthday surprise!" Placing them in the middle of the table she came over, threw her arms around me to hug our bodies tightly together, then kissed me deep, hard and long. As she broke that loving kiss I said ,"Happy Birthday, Darling." and was rewarded by a look of utter horror on Vanya's face. "I ordered you not to speak unless I gave you permission," she said in an incredulous voice. "You were doing so well. I thought you really understood your submissive role at last but obviously I was wrong - and I don't like to be wrong!" In horror at my mistake I almost apologised but managed to bite back a further transgression of her rules. "Although the flowers are a lovely gift they do not excuse your behaviour and you will be punished for it. I warned you well enough this morning." With that she grabbed the control box and, almost in slow motion I watched her slim finger stab at one of the many buttons on its face. I shrieked as a shock hit my nipples, the pain akin to many hot needles being pushed into them. I tried to hold them but in vain against the dress, bra and breast forms. It seemed like hours of torture before Vanya released the button and the extremely concentrated pain began to subside. As I slowly recovered she grabbed my cuffed wrists, unlocked the chain attached to my steel belt and dragged me from the room. I struggled to keep up with her without falling over as she determinably pulled me into the back room, which she always now referred to as her 'playroom'. It had no windows and in there I was always placed in bondage. She had added many hooks into the ceiling, walls and floor and also kept experimental items of dungeon furniture that I had prototyped for customers in there. She pulled me up to a high table until the padded edge was pressing against my groin, then forced me to lean forward so that my upper body was resting on the soft leather padding. Vanya went around the other side of the table and pulled on the chain to stretch out my arms then locked the chain to one of the hooks below my sight. I felt straps being tightly buckled around each ankle and realised my feet were now attached to the floor. I was unable to move. I heard Vanya leave the room and I struggled against my restraints. My wrist chain would not move at all and, although I could lift each foot a fraction, I couldn't move them sideways. They were firmly strapped to the floor. My wriggling did have one positive advantage: moving my body on the leather padding reduced the after-effects of the electric shock my nipples received to a comfortable tingle which I would have loved to scratch. All thoughts of further relief ended with Vanya's return, although she stood behind me out of my limited vision. "I didn't bind you like this because you spoke, my slave. You've been punished for that. This is because in the kitchen you were trying so hard to avoid my special electric punishments you weren't concentrating on doing what you should. That's why you spilt my coffee and then did such a slap-dash job of cleaning it up. Besides, you were shaking when you carried the cup and it was slopped in the saucer already. In future you will close your mind to any possible punishment and concentrate on what you are supposed to be doing - now I'm going to make sure that you remember." Her voice was even, just giving a simple explanation of my failure of her expectations, but I dreaded what she might have in mind. I did not have time to think too much for I heard a 'whoosh' and something struck the left cheek of my bottom and I gasped at the sting of pain. It was immediately followed by another on the right cheek. Even through the pain I thanked my lucky stars for the thick rubber skirt and the panties beneath, for I could not have taken such a hard beating without them. Many blows followed as Vanya completely covered both cheeks and the tops of my thighs - I counted at least 20. The pain, as it was, wasn't too severe and I hardly made a sound then, much to my surprise, the base of my penis and my testicles began to tingle erotically with the tiny vibration-like electric stimulation and I gasped loudly as the wonderful feeling seemed to spread through my lower body like a warm glow. Vanya, an amused sparkle in her beautiful eyes, moved to look at my face, although my gaze dropped quickly to the black leather crop in her hand. She moved out of sight and again the crop descended against my posterior, although not quite so hard this time. She kept whipping me in a steady rhythm, alternating sides and carefully placing each blow adjacent to the previous one, so that my skin was tingling from the top of my cheeks to halfway down the back of my thighs. At first it was extremely unpleasant but, as she continued the feeling seemed to merge with the fantastic ones that the electrical device was causing, the overall effect being very erotic. Vanya continued for several minutes and I was getting extremely aroused, growing closer and closer to an orgasm and I realised that my hips were pounding into the leather top in time with the blows from the crop. Without warning Vanya finished with the crop and stopped the electrical stimulation at the same time. Confusion invaded my mind because, naturally, I wanted the beating to stop but not the other excitement. She moved into view and laughed happily for my expression must have told her my feelings. "I'm glad you like my special toys, my darling Slave, but let me warn you: I will be using the whip to make sure your behaviour is exactly as I expect it to be. Any variation from total submission will cause you to feel its bite. However, you will also learn to enjoy its stimulation as well." I pondered her words in a confusion of thoughts and emotions - my rear end was tingling from the beating but I couldn't have said it was either painful or pleasant, yet there was no doubting the incredible state of arousal I was feeling. Part of my mind registered that Vanya was releasing my ankles from the tight straps and, with great relief; I was able to bring my feet together to ease the strain on my calf muscles. Vanya pulled a soft latex blindfold over my eyes then released the chain from the table and made me stand up straight. Sightless and manacled I felt extremely helpless, especially when she guided me to turn around and walk with her. In those incredibly high stiletto heels it magnified my total dependence and trust in Vanya and I tottered along, feeling the warmth of her fingers gripping my arm through the thin rubber sleeve of my dress. Where we went I didn't know but we seemed to be moving for ages and Vanya was silent throughout. When we stopped my arms were lifted above my head and the manacle chain was locked into something, for I heard the distinctive click. Her fingers stroked lovingly down my cheek then I felt her hands tracing down the curves of my captive body. She kissed me briefly on the lips before I heard her steps leaving the room and suddenly I was on my own. At first I listened for any sounds but my ears told me nothing. I then tried tugging on the chain but found it was solidly fixed. I was too scared to make a sound so I stood in silence gradually becoming aware of all the sensations in my restrained body. I was still incredibly aroused and longed to be able to touch myself. My legs and feet ached in the tightly-laced boots and I could feel the tight hug of the latex skirt around my thighs and hips. Its warm touch added to my arousal. The corset, once so tight, was far from uncomfortable and I realised I was very proud that my body had become so shapely to be able to accept it fully tightened. Beneath the breast-forms I could feel the soft grip of the nipple cuffs. They were not painful, yet the memory of the pain they had inflicted on my nipples made me shiver slightly. In my mind's eye I could picture my reflection as I had seen it in the mirror and I marvelled again at the wonderful job Vanya had done of creating my female image. I could also picture the image of how I now looked in bondage, those thoughts stimulated me even more and I was aware that Vanya had lifted me to a plateau of arousal that I had not known existed. In that state I could focus on any nerve in my body and feel the excitement in it. I could also forget any sensation in my body - the discomfort of the butt-plug, the cramp in my calves and the tingling from the crop. Time seemed to stop - it certainly didn't matter any more - although Vanya left me chained up for what must have been a couple of hours yet, despite the discomfort, that level of arousal hardly reduced. I tried to examine my feelings for what she was doing to me, how I felt about her arousal at dominating me to extremes but my mind seemed to be in a weird state. It felt right not to question things, merely to accept whatever she did or wanted of me; it felt comfortable and, somehow, the way things should be. I was trying to focus my mind on how much Vanya had, and was, developing my masochistic streak when I gradually became aware of a feint tingling in my nipples. As I explored the feeling I slowly realised it was caused by the nipple-cuffs, then concluded that she was back with me. Suddenly she confirmed it by embracing me tightly, her lips pressing to mine and her tongue probing for mine in a long, passionate wet kiss. As she slowly pulled her face from mine she whispered, "You look incredibly sexy, standing there so helpless. You cannot believe how randy I get when you are my toy, my sex- slave." Moments later I heard a click and I was allowed to lower my hands. Both arms began to tingle as the blood-flow increased suddenly but it was easy to ignore such mild discomfort. That relative freedom was swapped for having to concentrate again on keeping my balance in the ultra high heels of my boots. Vanya's hand gripped my arm through the rubber sleeve of my dress and gently urged me forward. She guided me again for several minutes before telling me to stand still, her hand dropping from my arm. I heard her moving, along with several other sounds and wondered what she had in mind for me next. Minutes later she ordered me to remove the blindfold and I did so, the chain from my cuffs brushing my face as I did. I blinked at the flood of light, although the room-lighting was dimmed, then focused on Vanya lying full-length on a single bed in front of me. She was completely nude on a black latex sheet, the front of her body covered in honey, cream and bits of fruit. I noticed in trepidation that she held the crop lightly in her right hand. She watched my reaction to the vision she presented with a small smile then told me, "Being as you missed our usual tea-time I thought you might be hungry. I will allow you to lick me clean but make sure you don't leave any trace when you finish." I struggled to my knees beside the bed and leaned toward her full breasts. Each was topped with half a kiwi-fruit and I lifted one off with my teeth, chewed and swallowed before softly licking the remaining mixture of honey and cream from her beautiful breast. I worked from the outside in and by the time I was concentrating my efforts around her sensitive nipple I felt Vanya tense as a mild orgasm erupted. I had to clamber to my feet and make my way to the other side of the bed. "Now do the other one," she commanded, which also caused a climax for her. It was considerably harder to reach over her outstretched body to lick her clean beneath her breasts and down to her navel, but I managed, enjoying the warm smoothness of her perfect skin. At one point my support