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This story is quite extreme in places and involves some lurid details of forced feminisation. It's been incomplete for a while and I finally got some energy to put something together so it could be posted. Okay it's not my usual style but it might pull someone's wire. Any comments please then please email me on [email protected] Thanks go to Noua the Japanese woman. Forced to be a Woman By Elaine Copyright 2004 This strange tale started about 9 months ago when my wife left me for another man. She found out about a little affair I had had about 2 years earlier and had decided that I was no longer marriage material. Since she'd left, life had been hard to bear. My business started failing, I visited prostitutes and I started to drink heavily. I just went down and down into a vicious spiral. Jim my best friend tried to get me straight but even he told me I was in free fall. I had male urges and would usually visit a prostitute who could always milk me before ejecting me into the street at some ungodly hour. I would take her slowly over many hours and leave with my balls empty but still feeling unfulfilled. It was around 2:00 am one morning as I walked home that I realised that I needed a better relationship. One where at least it would mean something and perhaps I might find some love. That I was mugged on the way home that night didn't help. My small build being unable to stand up to the four big heavy guys who robbed me of my wallet. I didn't see much point resisting and they derided me for it calling me a wimp and a pussy. However I didn't see much point getting beat up over thirty dollars even if it was my last thirty. The next day I was kicked out of my apartment for non payment of rent so I went to stay with my friend Jim. Jim suggested that I might find someone on the Internet. He told me I was good looking and almost certain to find a good rich woman. He gave me a few web addresses but I searched in vain for weeks. A few months later, I found a Domme sub room by accident and it was full of female dominant types and weak abject male submissives. I was very aroused at the thought of meeting one of these strong forceful women. Certainly one with some money. Maybe I needed someone to control me and to help me back up onto my feet. Little did I know walking would become so difficult. I learned the correct words and terminology, how to show respect and consideration to the women who came into visit us submissives in the chat room. There were a core of about 6 submissive guys and from the photos posted, I thought I looked the best of the bunch. One sub even went to say that I could look good as a woman. I told him he was blind. However he wasn't the only one to have thought that and a Domme who I had met a few times would always make a point of chatting with me. We never did things like cyber sex or scenes it was always all matter of fact, polite conversation. I always called her Ma'am. Slowly we got to know one another and we found that at 200 miles apart it was possible to meet. I could sense she was unsure about me so we agreed to stay in touch until she felt more comfortable. "It's not that I don't trust you," she said one day, "it's just that I have to be sure that you're the right one for me. Once I take on a slave for training they will never be rejected so I have to make sure that all is in order." "I understand Ma'am, I'll be patient," I replied. I knew she was rich because she worked in the city for a large merchant bank as a financial adviser. "Once I take on a submissive or slave I never reject them it is they who will reject me," she confirmed again and again. Eventually after a few months, we agreed to an initial meeting at a restaurant where I could hardly meet the bill from my restricted cash reserves. After that first meeting we started meeting every third weekend and then every weekend until she announced that she wanted me to stay with her full time. "I can't my business is suffering too much already," I cried unsure suddenly if this woman was demanding too much already. "I've been making enquiries, your business is bankrupt, you owe your friend a lot of money in rent for your room and your car, if you can call it that, is fit only for the scrap heap," she informed me. My jaw dropped that she knew so much. "Now what's to lose?" She asked, "You do make a wonderful submissive slave. It is much more enjoyable than any vanilla relationship I've ever had." I looked at her, heavily made up, her oriental face smiling. Without her high heels she was the same height as me. She was very feminine with long curving finger nails painted a deep flawless Chinese red colour. "Of course we'll never have any need for that thing between your legs," she told me as we signed the papers that made me her bonded slave. I gulped as I signed over all my property such as it was to her. "What do you mean?" I asked alarmed. "I'm a lesbian darling," she told me, "I don't like men and their cocks. You'll have to learn to live without it." "I'm not sure that I can," I said wondering if I had made a big mistake right there. "Well it's either that or you leave right now, remember I have everything except the clothes on your back," she smiled. She had me and she then added, "When you leave, close the door and you'll have nothing." So I agreed to live with her and moved in. My initial fears were not as bad as I feared until about 3 months when she suddenly changed my training. "I need a serving maid tonight, I have several Dommes coming round for supper and serving them as a maid will be your task," she said as I put down the silver tray I was carefully polishing. I regularly wore frilly aprons and I had agreed to wear clear nail polish but nothing overtly feminine. In truth I had quite expected it but when she announced it, it was still quite a shock. "Ma'am I'm a man, I'm not into being a maid," I said unhappily. "That's a pity as I have had your uniform made and it should fit perfectly," she cried. "But I've never worn women's clothing before. Can't I just be your man servant instead?" "No you must be a woman I'm afraid because they're all lesbians," she replied matter of factly. "No Ma'am anything but that." She pointed to the door, "You can leave or you can do as you're told." I was in love with her so I stayed and was subjected to the changes that were needed to feminise me. My long hair was washed and styled; my other body hair was shaved off. From then on Mistress started to feminise me and I was seemingly powerless to resist her. She removed all my body hair, had me start taking female hormones and then insisted that I wear female clothes. Over several months she changed me from the guy I was to this half and half person who was neither male nor female. Then one day she put something in my drink. As I fell asleep I remembered her words, "Things will be different when you wake up." "What have you done?" I asked with slurred speech. "You'll find out soon enough," she declared. "Now sleep." Chapter 2 - Awakenings I woke up slowly seemingly unable to open my eyes. "Wake up my darling," I heard over and over, "You're home again safe and sound." I recognised the last words as that of my Domme. I smiled but my face hurt. My lips seemed swollen. I opened an eye and looked through what seemed to be like a gauze screen. "Open your eyes darling wider, your eyelashes have grown," she said. "You have such long beautiful eyelashes now." I opened my left eye and my eyelid seemed heavier than I remembered. Even fully open I could see the black hairs in my vision. 'Was I wearing false eyelashes now too?' I remembered my month's of previous feminisation under Mistress. I smiled when I saw her staring down at me seemingly concerned for some reason. Her lips were painted and invitingly red as usual and her matching long red nails stroked my cheek. They seemed longer if that were possible. "You're safe now," she said again. "Why are my eyelashes so long?" I asked aware of them fluttering now I was fully conscious. "Oh they look so cute I hope you like your look when you look in the mirror," she said. "How do you feel?" "Like I've just been hit by a truck," I said slowly and then asked, "is that what happened? I ache all over." "Do you feel any different?" she asked ignoring my question. "Different? Oh yes, I feel so tired and my body really aches," I replied putting my hand up to my face. "Every part of me aches, my legs, my chest and my face." "That'll soon pass, you'll feel better soon. Trust me." I put my hands up to my face and then saw the long red nails on my fingers. "Dear God, have I been unconscious that long that my nails have grown so much?" I asked alarmed at their length. "They're red Mistress just like yours." "No those are acrylic nails, they bond to your own nails aren't they fabulous?" She asked letting me see them. They made my hands seem so elegant. They would be elegant on my Mistress but not on me I decided. My eyes open wider to see the gold motif decorations that were embedded in the nail polish. "Aren't they delicious?" She asked. "Now how do you like your new breasts?" "My what?" I said. I'd been used to breast forms attached by adhesive and I assumed that the twin mounds on my chest were larger types than before hence her question. However when I looked down and could see no join in my skin as before. I put my hand on my breasts and could feel no joins. They were mine. I had a pair of D cup breasts to match hers. "My God they're real! These are not breast forms?" I asked my jaw dropping. "Of course dear, I threw away those silly breast forms, these are very special surgical implants," she said cupping them. "You see you can't even see the surgeon's scars." My eyelashes fluttered again as I stared at the breasts. My breasts! "What have you done? I have breasts?" I shrieked suddenly realising my voice had changed pitch too. It was no longer deep and masculine. I couldn't get it to register lower no matter what I tried. "Oh those breast forms were hopeless at least this way you will have some feeling in your breasts and nipples," she declared stroking and pinching my nipples with her long nails. I could feel them begin to swell and rise up. She was turning me on though I hated to admit it. "In a few days or so we'll get them pierced and attach a gold chain to them." She put a pillow under my head and I could see my twin mounds attached in front in an unfamiliar fashion. "See the way they hang, they just look so natural like mine. Just think you'll have to wear a bra from now on. Isn't that good?" I looked at them and sure enough they were not just two mounds of jelly stuck on my rib cage. I shook my head in disbelief. "Why did you do that? Who gave you the right?" "You gave me the right, when you signed the slave contract, don't you remember?" she replied. "Yes I remember signing the contract but I don't remember any reference to breast implants," I whined. Let's face it my voice wasn't going to let me roar any more. "Now look down between your new large breasts," she continued. I looked at them and sure enough they were not just two mounds of jelly stuck on my rib cage. I shook my head in disbelief. I strained my head forward and looked down between the breasts. They were not going to be mine much longer I decided. As I did she added pointing down at my crotch, "Do you see that mound down here?" "Mound, what mound?" I said fearing most what she meant. I did not have any pain just a dull ache across my body. The light was dim and my eyelashes fluttered trying to see. "What have you done? "I just finished what I started," she said, "Go on and touch it." I looked through the blinking eyelashes with disbelief to see that my panties were snug and there wasn't any male genitalia showing. I confirmed that my penis and testicles were gone a few seconds later with my hand. "It's gone isn't it, you've cut off my cock haven't you?" I didn't need to ask though. "I prefer penis, yes, you're penis is gone forever. Even the best surgeons can't put it back. You're stuck as a pretty slave girl now." She started to laugh with that sinister laugh she used so often before. "What have you done you bitch?" I asked feeling that things between us had changed so much between us. I hated her now I decided. She continued to laugh and I decided to show I could fight back by getting up. I grabbed her arms and sat easily astride her small thin corseted frame despite the pain. Despite her inferior position, she still continued to ridicule me, "You didn't need that little thing anyway. Being a girl you certainly won't need it now." "Tell me exactly what you've done to me?" I asked unsure whether she was playing some mind game as she'd done many times in the past. She continued to laugh in a mocking tone. She couldn't stop laughing, "You should see your face it looks very pretty now." "Tell me or I'll kill you right now," I said deadly serious but wishing my voice was louder and more manly. "Oh kill me? Then what genius?" She mocked me again and then added, "You're a woman now, just like me. I told you I only wanted a submissive lesbian lover and you're her now." "My face? What have you done to that?" I asked feeling desperate. I looked around wildly and saw that I was in a feminine style bedroom. Everything was pink and frilly. The door was closed and the windows covered by curtains and in the ceiling a mounted video camera was blinking at me. "You might kill me but escape is useless, the police would get you once they see that video tape," she sneered pointing to the camera just in case I hadn't seen it. I was beaten and I released her dejectedly and then tried to move over towards the large mirror on the wall to look at myself. I got up out of the bed and straight away noticed my polished toe nails and hairless legs. My legs were slim and smooth. I stood for a few seconds as the blood flowed into my brain. I took a step and suddenly felt that my ankles were hurting all the way up to my knees. My mistress was still laughing as she watched my hips waggle as I moved. I turned and asked her, "Why do my legs hurt so much? Why can't I walk properly?" "Oh that! Oh I asked for your feet to be fixed a little, made them smaller and they shortened your Achilles tendons," she smirked leaning on her side. I could see her Domme costume clearly, tight leather boots, bra and corset. "You're always going to need heels to walk now." I reached the mirror on tiptoe and looked down. My mouth was dry and I could see that my penis was definitely gone. Long gone. Instead there was a slit, moist and pink. There were no visible scars that I could see and on top there was a little knob that I assumed was my clitoris. Tears descended slowly down my rouged cheeks. "So where is your equipment now?" She mocked as she got up and walked over to me. "Didn't the surgeon do a good job? The suture lines are so fine. I could hardly see them when I looked just before you woke up. Look in the mirror; do you see any trace of manhood left? You really do look like a pretty slave girl now." "God look at me, what have you done?" I cried almost hysterically. "Simple I made a goddess out of that silly male body you had," she smiled again. She was happy but I was in a state of extreme shock. I looked at the doe like eyes blinking at me in the mirror; I looked like a bimbo with huge breasts and hips. My waist was tucked in too. I felt a small suture line on my side. "Yes that's where your bottom ribs were removed," she declared informing why my waist was now a good 24" wide. "But I look like a bimbo," I replied putting my hand up to touch my face. "Yes but a damned good looking bimbo," she replied. "Wouldn't you like to screw yourself if you were still a guy?" "Why do my ankles hurt so much when I put my heels down on the ground?" I asked having to stand on tiptoes again. I ignored her question of lusting after me because I did lust after me. Only there was nothing to get hard anymore. "Oh that's another thing you'll have to get used to is wearing heels," she sneered. My mind snapped at that point, I couldn't take it in that she had done this entirely without my consent and I punched her as hard as I could across the mouth. "You bitch you're gonna pay for this," I said as she went down with shock to the floor. "I didn't hurt you huh?" I asked concerned as she moved and sat down on the edge of the bed. I pushed her back onto the bed and sat astride her angry and extremely upset. I have been in control in this position many times before but instead of a satisfying erection I seemed to get wet. I felt something stir in my crotch but it was not like before. I leant over her face and felt the weight of my breasts pull me down so that mine touched her leather covered ones. She sneered at me, "Where is your big cock now lover? It was never big before all I did was do you a favour by replacing it by that pink pussy." She groaned, and slowly tried to rise, "Do you think you can hurt me now? Your puny muscles wouldn't hurt a fly, you're a weak girl now remember." I gave her my best shot and she should have a cut lip at the least but she was unmarked. "You hit me just like a girl, a slap nothing more," she said but I could tell she'd been surprised. She staggered ungainly back onto her heels at the side of the bed. Angrily I pushed her back onto the bed and sat astride her. I had been in control in this position many times before but instead of a satisfying erection all that happened was that I seemed to get wet. I felt something stir in my crotch but it wasn't like before. I leant over her face and felt the weight of my breasts pull me down so that mine touched her leather covered ones again. She sneered at me, "You look so cute now don't you think?" I put her hands above her head but still her taunts continued as I handcuffed her to the headboard. "Oh go on, give me your shaft, push it into me," she said teasing me and just asking for another punch. "You bitch you know I don't have a cock anymore so why do you taunt me?" I asked angrily. She continued her taunting afresh however, "Try fucking me now you dickless man or are you a brainless bimbo instead?" "You bitch," I repeated spying a dildo next to the bed. I was so angry at what she had done and at what I had become. Still she taunted me, "Go ahead, try to fuck me you sissy. You know you can't!" I picked up the double-headed dildo and said, "We'll see who isn't a man." "Oh, that replacement looks bigger than your original," she said with real venom. I slowly pushed it into her after first opening up the zip in her leather costume at her crotch. "Take that you bitch. Feel that deep inside you. Doesn't it feel good?" She gurgled, "Ahhhhhhhhh." She was enjoying it. Damn her to hell. She took a deep breath and sneered, "Do you think you can be a man again? You never will, not looking like that so welcome to womanhood." "I'm going to stick this deep up your ass," I cried. "Go ahead it'll be the only thing you can use," she said. At that I inserted one end deep into her I looked down at the flesh coloured object that stuck out of her further than mine ever did. "I am going to fuck you raw." "Why don't you join me then? You might enjoy it." Despite her vulnerable position she continued, "Why don't you push that end into your pussy so you can tell me how it feels to be filled up instead of doing the filling?" "You'll feel like you're red raw down there when I'm finished with you," I said as I pushed it deeper into her. I felt it go further into her and she was enjoying it. "Come on join me you sissy," she cried. "What's wrong, how does it feel to know that you can never fuck a woman again except with a piece of plastic?" She asked as I moved the dildo inside her. "Look every time you push it into me it's just reminding you how inadequate you are." I stopped and looked at her through my heavy eyelashes. "You're not fucking me you're fucking yourself." I groaned inside as I realised what she said. That hit me like a rock over the head. "You can't fuck me without a toy anymore, your cock has gone, your manhood has gone so try and fuck me," she was on top in this conversation. She might be tied down but she was still in control and it was having an effect on me. Her words got through my anger directly at me. "I... I... can't believe that I can't do that again," I said. I had only made love to her a few times in the early days but now I never would again and the realisation of that made me start crying. I collapsed on top of her with tears streaming down my face. I didn't realise that the head of the dildo was near my new entrance. "Stop crying or you'll muss your pretty mascara and make-up," she said as she started to push the dildo into me from below. She had it gripped tightly in her vagina and then began fucking me instead. I couldn't stop her and although she was below me, it was me who was being fucked. Try as I might, I couldn't stop her. The muscles I had inside my vagina weren't strong enough. My big breasts were squashed flat and I felt my sensitive nipples. It felt so electric when I pushed them hard against her leather bra. She pushed it deep inside me and sneered. "See you are no longer a man anymore." I lifted myself off her body and then I tip toed over to the mirror and cried real tears. My eyes were black from the running mascara and eyeliner. "Oh God no, I wanted children and I can never have them now," I wailed. As I stared in the mirror in disbelief, it was undeniably real and a nightmare. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" she called over from her restrained position on the bed. It was then that I still had the dildo deep inside me so I it and threw the slimy object away into the corner. I pulled my new labia back and carefully examined the cleft between my legs. It was so realistic. I had looked at many in the past and there were no scars or pussy hair. She reminded me that she was still around, "Let me help you make you feel better." I just turned to look at her and as I did I dropped down to the soles of my feet again and yelped as the tendons in my calves tightened. Tears streamed down my face at the pain. Then knowing the pain I was in, she simply said, "Put those black heels on, you can't walk without heels anymore." "I'm not a woman and I won't wear your damned heels," I said and threw them over beside the bed so they hit the wall. I put my head in my hands and sat at the vanity. I cried like a baby until I felt her beside me rubbing my neck. I didn't care that she'd escaped and was beside me any more as she comforted me in my misery. "Your long hair is quite, quite beautiful," she cooed in my ear. "But it needs some more work. We'll go to the salon soon. They are expecting you." "How did you manage to escape?" I asked looking up at her. My eyes were a mess with the tears and smudged mascara. "Oh these keys do work in the lock," she showed them to me. "They were under the pillow." I was then annoyed that she'd escaped but my resistance cracked. She led me to the middle of the room where she lifted my arms and cuffed them like she had done so many times before. This time it was different. I wept uncontrollably, "Why in God's name did you do this to me?" "So that you can look like and be a woman to me. I told you I didn't like men," she replied, "and now I'm going to teach you to be a woman. To feel what it's like to be a woman in every respect." I looked at her as she continued, "You must know you can never be a man again so it doesn't matter what you felt before. Only the future matters, your future as a very feminine woman. You will become a very feminine woman whether you like it or not." I shook my head in revulsion and I saw and felt my auburn shoulder length hair shake against my neck. It was thick and wavy. On touching the lipstick on my lips it stuck there. I felt the weight of some gold earrings that she then inserted into several vacant holes in each earlobe. I was reminded of the pain in my legs and she eased the situation by quickly putting the heels on me. Before I could try to kick them off, she put a small padlock and harness over them and they were locked on. "There now that should make your feet less painful," she cooed in my ear, "take a good look at your feet. Don't they look dainty now?" I shook my head. "Oh yes they do. My surgeon did some good work. You'll never be able to walk more than a few yards without heels. In time you'll get used to them," she said. I groaned but she persisted, "Take a look down at your toes. They look so pretty polished don't you think? I polished them in a deep red using an acrylic long lasting varnish. Your toenails will always be red. If I see them naked you'll be punished." "Yes Mistress," I replied. "Now see how dainty and sexy your feet look in those heels," she continued. "Now take a good look at your legs, no hairs anywhere. All gone, electrolysis and laser hair removal saw to that darling. Only the fine invisible hairs that any woman has remain. In fact all your body hair, the little that you had has all gone." I looked and sure enough my legs looked sexy and slim. I had to reluctantly agree that my feet and legs felt better with the shoes on. My calves didn't hurt any more. I looked at the red toenails and my hairless legs. I felt the strain suddenly in my back as the weight of my breasts pressed on my shoulders. My uneasiness was compounded when she lifted up a bra and put it under my nose. "This is your first bra, see it is a full D cup. Most young women start off with a training bra but you have gone straight in at the deep end," she smiled in my face and started to put it on. "I started you on female hormones several months ago but the growth in your breasts wasn't great so silicone implants were necessary." "Take it away, I don't want to wear it," I said truthfully I could never want to wear something so feminine. That would be the end. "I'll leave it here for now," she said, "soon you'll be asking me to tuck your lovely big beautiful breasts inside those soft satin lined cups. You know I'm right so why don't you?" "No." "Well after a short time, your breasts will start to hurt, big breasts like yours need to be supported properly otherwise it really will hurt your shoulders and back." She might be right but I would try to fight as long as I could. I had to try and keep some of my manhood or male pride going. Though it all looked very hopeless. "So be it, you will let me know when I can put it on won't you?" She teased and then changed tack, "wouldn't it be fun to have your cock back. Do you want to see it?" "No," I said imagining that it would look a real bloody mess in some specimen jar. "Good you could never reuse it again, believe me, it's really well past its sell-by date," she mocked again. God I really hated and loved her. "You've robbed me of my manhood," I said with as much venom as I could. "So you could fuck me again?" she asked. "I told you when we first met that I would be the one who fucks you. Now I have truly fucked you and it was such a pleasure." She said not waiting for an answer. "I know you've fucked up my life completely," I cried. "You can never fuck you again my pretty feminised slave," she mocked. "Only be fucked. I fucked you good." I groaned and tears fell from my eyes onto my breasts. "With some of my sex toys we can have some fun, let's get you started now," she said walking over to a large cupboard. I strained at my wrists but I was trapped and completely at her mercy. I closed my eyes trying to imagine that all this was a bad dream, that I was still her male slave and lover but not this. She walked towards me, her heels clicking as she carried a black leather jumble that she tried to separate. She walked behind me and I felt cold leather encircling my slender waist. "Tell me this is a nightmare, please," I pleaded with her. "This isn't a dream dear," she replied. "It's all very real and it's happening to you." I looked down and saw her fixing a black belt with silver studs around my waist and she tightened it up really tight with the buckle. I groaned and said, "Please take that off me and get me down from here." "Oh you're such a baby sissy girl, you whine delightfully and I enjoy watching you squirm. You see you really aren't a man any more. Maybe you never were a man." "I'm warning you," I said and then changed my tune. "Please let me go or kill me." "Oh please let me go!" she imitated me, "You're so funny but I've laughed enough for one day! Anyway what good would you be dead? You kill me with your feebleness. You're so weak. I've always been much stronger than you!" I looked down and felt my toes pinch in the heels as she went back to the cupboard and this time brought out something red and shiny. They looked like red latex shorts. "I'll kill myself if I can get my hands free," I cried and then looked at the costume in disbelief. I refused to pick up my leg as she wanted but she just lifted me higher using the chains above my head so my toes were just touching the floor. She then put one heeled foot through one opening and then the other. She grasped them and then slowly and deliberately pulled them up my hairless legs. They were really tight and my legs were being squashed together. Once the shorts were over my ankles she let me back down again onto my feet. "These skin tight shorts look so cute on you and soon you'll see they have a neat little trick in them," she said pulling them up my thighs. "Cute they may be but they would look better on a whore," I replied sarcastically, "they're really tight." I felt the material hugging my soft skin and noticed how much wider my hips were as the shorts were pulled up. As if reading my mind, she said, "Those hormone shots didn't work so I had some silicone implants put into your hips to make them really nice and wide." She pulled the shorts up to the maximum and started to hook holes in the top of them onto the studded leather belt. The shorts pulled in the little bulge I had in my stomach and made my padded rear look rounder and firmer. "There now doesn't that feel good? However the best is yet to come," she said. There was a stunned silence and I looked into her painted eyes pleading for release. However she didn't respond. She continued pulling and tugging until she was satisfied. "Look how smooth your crotch will be from now on. You might be able to pad it out with some cotton wool or socks down there in the future but what would be the point?" She taunted me again. I groaned. "Exactly there is no point! Those pants are very tight over your ass and one thing I should tell you about them is that there is a zipper and a slit from your pussy right round to your ass," she said. "Feel it? It's about 4 inches long." "They make me feel weird," I responded lamely. "They look weird." She knelt down and looked up at my parted legs. She undid the zip and said, "I can see your pussy and anus clearly, so exposed and vulnerable. They are going to be vulnerable for a long time. In fact forever." I wondered why she should tell me that. As she knelt, she gently brought her lips closer to my pussy and as I thought she was about to kiss me there, she gently blew on my vagina. I shivered uncontrollably and then she blew again. Her warm moist breath made me squirm. I tried to move away from her, hating that I should enjoy it so much. "Please stop that," I asked hopefully. However she opened my pussy lips wide with her fingers. Her long nails scraping my legs and man made labia. "Have you ever felt that sensation before?" She asked. "Yes it's like you're cupping my balls," I replied. "Mmmmmmmmm... but you don't have them anymore do you?" "What did you do with them?" I asked hoping that they might not have been incinerated. "Oh they were sold to meet the surgery costs. A female to male transsexual is going about with your balls inside her. She looked as though she needed them more than you." "Oh my God no." "Yes I'm afraid so, it was bye, bye balls about a month ago," she said taking my small clit and touching and pinching it between her nails. She then rubbed it gently and I realised that it was like touching a small part of the head of my cock only it was covered with skin. It was obviously less sensitive. "Now, get ready for the sensation of having something deep inside you," she said who had forgotten that I'd already had that hideous dildo inside me already. "Please," I cried, "just let me go." Her response was to slowly insert her long nailed index finger deep into me. I witnessed it looking down between my breasts and watched her knuckle disappear. I tensed up as a second finger went in too. "Pretty soon I'll get my whole hand in you, I love fisting another woman," she said removing her finger after it had gone in all the way without meeting any resistance. "There was just some slight wetness in there so you will need some lubrication now for what's to happen next," she declared standing up and getting the jelly. Her finger went back in again easily and she wiggled her finger dispersing the lubricant. "Oh God it feels like you're touching my cock," I said straining on my bonds. "Actually, it is like rubbing your shaft, because in the procedure, we inverted your penis and created a vagina with it." "My back hurts every move I make, these breasts move and jiggle," I said trying to change the subject. "Get used to the breasts, you'll soon enjoy them in time, who knows you might want them even bigger. "Never," I cried stubbornly. "So will you wear your pretty bra now?" she asked. "I'll get them removed and no I won't wear the bra," I said hating the unsupported weight. With her finger out, she gave my pussy a long slow lick from top to bottom. I squirmed at the sight of her licking me as I had done many times to her in the past. I shivered again and pulled back as far as I could on the restraints. Undeterred she did the same thing again, rubbing her tongue against me. "It feels like you're giving me head," I declared and relaxed slightly. "Just think of it as that, it's not that unpleasant is it," she said finding my clit again. Then she started to rub and pinch it gently. I moved my legs trying to find some comfortable position, damn these heels, damn these breasts and damn me. "Please let me down," I whined. "No, stand properly on your heels, you must learn to walk easily in them," she replied and she pushed her finger deep inside me again. Involuntarily I tensed my muscles around her finger tightly. "Good girl, you'll learn to use those vaginal muscles," she said feeling me tighten around her finger as hard as I could. "Good girl." She wiggled it back and forth several times, "tighten or you will be standing there for hours. Good again and some more." I did as I was told, she rewarded me with a long lick again. "More and again." I tensed as hard as I could. She shook her head, "again. Good girl." "How does it feel?" She asked. "Like all my plumbing has been rearranged." I confessed. "No numbness or pain anyway?" "No none," I replied and I felt the need to pee. "I really need to pee badly Mistress." "Well just don't pee now." "I think I'll just have to let go," I said "I'm desperate." "Don't you dare pee on me now," she replied and then added, "you'll really regret it." "I'm so scared, I feel so emotional," I replied trying to concentrate on not peeing. "Now we know your vaginal muscles work well, do you feel the need to have your pussy filled?" She asked. "All I want to do is pee, lie down and fall asleep, I'm so tired and I'll co-operate if you'll let me down." "I don't need your co-operation! I can do what I want, when I want," she was determined. "It's certainly more fun without your co- operation." I groaned, "Please let me down, I'll be your girl and do whatever you want if you'll let me down." "Silly you are my girl and you have no say in the matter," she replied and bringing out another device she added, "I have an excellent idea." She showed it to me and my eyes opened wider as I saw a leather belt with two dildos on it. "This one is big while this one is small. Now think about this, how do you think this works?" I realised at once what it is for and I squirmed, "Oh God no." "Oh yes," she sneered again. "There's no need, I know how it works, no thanks," I replied but that didn't stop her. "No God no, not that, not in my rear please," I cried. "My girl, I'll enjoy pushing this so deep into you," she replied showing me it close up. "Anything but that, really no I don't want it," I replied squirming. I had forgotten all about needing to pee. I watched her smile as she rubbed KY jelly on the anal dildo and then advanced toward me with a huge grin on her lipstick covered lips. "No pleaseeeee," I said, "Not my rear, not that." "I think your pussy dildo will need KY," she said ignoring my discomfort. "Didn't you ever wonder what it would be like to be violated?" With that she held the belt on both ends between my tired legs. "Open your legs," she commanded slapping my thighs. I resisted by keeping my legs tightly together, however my resistance was futile as she promptly pulled each foot apart and tied them to two rings in the floor. With me spread-eagled, she presented the dildo back between my legs. "Hold still," she commanded as she gently aimed up the pussy dildo first. I tried to tense up my muscles to stop the violation. My mind went back to the time when I took a woman in the rear and how much she hated it. "Oh you naughty girl," she said looking at me. She went back to get the KY jelly and coated both dildoes before returning between my legs. "It won't do you any good to resist, you'll experience it now." I strained with all my being but I felt it invading me. Violating me and there was nothing I could do about it. "Oh relax; do you know how good this jelly is?" She asked. "I'm sure you used it on your conquests at some time or another. Now it's your turn." She pushed it in slowly and then stopped. Then some more, it went in despite my best efforts to keep it out. I just couldn't stop it and suddenly felt sad and teary. Just when I felt it couldn't get any worse she aimed the anal dildo and she pushed both of them hard in together. I tried again but it slipped into me filling, distending and distorting my rear opening. "It's true that they say a woman will always remember her first time," she said as she pushed them in deeper. I felt so ashamed as I watched their progress in the mirror. When they are fully home I tried to adjust to them but they were pressing on my prostrate gland. The feeling of fullness was all encompassing. She wasn't done though and she pulled the zip back on the pair of red latex panties and locked the zip handle with a small padlock to the belt trapping them inside me. They were deep inside me and obviously wouldn't come out until she decided. "Please take them out," I cried, "please let me loose." "Mmmmmm... you're a sexy thing, take a look in the mirror," she pointed. She didn't need to point as I knew what I looked like. However I looked in the mirror and my mascara filled eyes saw a sexy hot chick. "You're a gorgeous woman with a killer body now," she whispered in my ear. "Yes, with a red latex skin tight panty and her two openings filled," I interrupted. "Maybe I should use this penis gag on you and fill your third opening too?" "No thanks," I replied. "Oh I have present for you," she said. "I hope you have a good memory." "Yes?" I said knowing it was unlikely to be sexy. "Did you say that you wanted you cock back?" she sneered, "well here it is." I groaned. "It was made from your own cock isn't that appropriate?" She asked attaching it to the harness and passing that between my legs over the zip. The harness was then strapped around my hips and lower waist. Then it was tightly buckled behind me pushing the dildoes still deeper inside me. "That's about right, just where your old cock used to be." The dildo she used was the same length and the right diameter as my penis erect. At first I was really glad that she didn't make me suck it but then I became sick to my stomach that I'd really lost my manhood for good. "So how does it feel?" She gloated, "Seeing your cock stick out like that knowing that it cannot give you any pleasure. I think it's divine." I just stood trying to adjust to the extreme position of my legs. Feeling ashamed and unhappy for all this ridicule. "As you said, you're tired, I think I'll let you get some sleep," she said uncuffing my ankles and releasing my wrists from above but only to connect them together behind my back. She led me through to the toilet where she unzipped my crotch and I could finally pee. I sat down without thinking and she said, "Good girl, you'll always have to sit down from now on." She wiped me and then zipped up the shorts again. The small padlock reapplied to the zip. "There now, you can sleep now," she said leading me slowly on my pointed spiked heels over to the bed. I lay down but she immediately cuffed my hands to the headboard. I wasn't going anywhere. "You can relax my pretty one, you did well on your first day. Remember that your hands are not free so you can't play with yourself. We can't have that now can we?" "No." "Not that there's much to play with anyway," she continued. I sighed welcoming the relief from my aching body, my legs, ankles, breasts and now my pussy all ached. The butt plug felt particularly uncomfortable. I decided one last effort was needed and asked, "Please let me go home." "You're a silly girl this is your home," she mocked me. "Besides you can't go home like that, now you'll spend the night with two dildoes in you and I might have a use for that false cock of yours." I looked at her and thought, 'yes my family wouldn't know who I was, I am stuck like this forever.' Then she continued, "every time you move, that cock will move too isn't that cute?" I looked down and saw the plastic phallus sticking out but could do nothing about it. "I just hope you can sleep with that thing sticking out," she said as relentless as ever and she smiled at my discomfort. "Your body is mine to abuse now." "You changed my body and then you abuse me," I replied, "but why?" "Because you, like most men find the idea of being without a dick absolutely abhorrent," she said quietly. "Well yes my whole life centred around it," I replied. "It's rather funny and I feel sorry for you," she continued. "Why?" I asked. "Oh I mean for your entire existence to revolve around a sexual organ? When you lose it, it is seen a catastrophe," she said. "I attached great importance to mine but I'm not sure all men feel that way. Many men create and engineer things without the need for sexual release," I said trying to defend my old gender. "It's not really an option for you anymore is it? You'll have to learn a whole new way of gaining pleasure from now on," she continued holding my hips and wiggling them. The dildo inside my pussy wiggled and while the outer one looked grotesque like it belonged to someone else. "How does it look to you?" She asked. "It looks white and pathetic," I replied instantly. "Yes it does look rather artificial, doesn't it?" She at least agreed with me. "Yes and it hurts me to see it instead of my own cock," I said as she flicked it with her finger and thumb. I felt it move the one deep inside me slightly. "You're so sexy, I mean just look at you, the surgeons did a good job and no one would ever confuse you with being a man again." As she sat between my legs I was forced to look down between my breasts and watch her movements between my legs. She looked up and smiled at me. "Why did you give me such large implants?" I asked. "You're breasts are not all implants, they are mostly you," she replied, "and I bet you want to touch them." As she got up on to the bed between my legs, I thought to myself, 'the only thing I want to touch is your pretty neck.' She though pulled down her panties and removed them to reveal a wet shaven pussy. Pink and lush just ready to be penetrated. Instead she slid her fingers between my legs She knelt above me to show her wet pussy to me, "tell me, does this sight get you horny now? Don't you want to impale me? To shove your hard dick inside me?" "If I could get hard I would push it into you yes," I replied again. "Oh but it looks like you are already hard. Look," she sneered again and then moved closer to the dildo. "One day I'll get even with you and then you'll never do this again," I replied noticing that as she approached her cleft was really moist. "You're really wet. Does this turn you on that much?" I added. "Oh yes it really turns me on," she replied, "And just how will you get even?" "I guessed as much, so losing my penis really turns you on? I don't know how but I'll get even with you somehow," I said feeling macho in the face of the evidence. Instead she just reached down and bit the dildo with her teeth and shook her head. "Yes, you losing your penis turns me on incredibly and now you're really one of the weaker sex," she laughed. "You really prefer me this me this way? Oh my God!" I cried. "Yes of course, you no longer have that sick thing," she said playing with my dildo. "So I am consigned to be a guy in a woman's body with no way back to manhood," I said, "having to sit down to pee, queuing for rest rooms, being stared and lusted at by men and just being a second class citizen." "You could see yourself as a man in a dress but maybe you'll become a woman after all," She replied. "In time you'll love the stared at part but being a woman is definitely first class because we have real power over men." "Oh God this is a nightmare, it has to be," I repeated. "No this is a dream come true!" She sneered. "Well what about those things sticking out of my ribs, I'll remove them first chance I get," I said with conviction. "Oh these little things are what you've lusted after all your adult life," she was having real fun with my nipples. "Yes but on a pretty woman not on me," I moaned as I felt my nipples harden in a way I'd never expected. "Well you are a pretty woman now," she said. "Besides it's too late to take them out, those are yours, the hormones didn't do their work and so those surgically inserted implants are all yours." "Surely I can take them out?" I replied but she was now occupied sucking on my dildo giving me a blow job. "You love blow jobs don't you?" She asked "Yes I always loved to get them from women," I sighed frustrated at the lack of any response from the dildo, "but not many would do it." She spread my legs apart and gently began to caress my inner thighs. I tried to resist but I felt so weak as she sucked the unfeeling dildo up and down reminding me that my manhood had gone forever. "Why am I so weak? Why can't I just hit my way out like I would have done before?" I asked her. "Simply because of your lost muscle mass and tone. You have the build of a woman now," she said. I reluctantly had to agree that was true as I looked at my puny arms. I saw there was nothing there. "You are so beautiful now," she said stroking and caressing the outside of the PVC shorts. Suddenly she licked the base of the dildo with her tongue. As I shivered, she asked me, "Tell me how that feels?" "It felt good," I replied honestly. "Good but totally different isn't it?" She continued licking. "Yes it is, do you think I can still orgasm?" I asked. "It'll be different because you can't spurt with cum. Maybe you won't recognise it until you're ready, it will be with your whole body now, you won't come just at your crotch," she said. "That was always the sign," I continued exaggerating, "I would lose gallons of cum in a night. I loved to screw all night." She kept on licking the dildo, she undid the zip on the shorts and then licked over my crotch, the PVC shorts and my filled pussy. I was awash with pleasure as she licked me all over. I squirmed and she saw my breathing rise, "I think you like making fun of me, you're enjoying this." "Well, yes... infinitely, I'm so aroused," she spoke in between licks. "What did I do to deserve this? I don't think I deserve this," I continued. "That's a moot question. Doesn't matter whether you deserve it or not you are in this body now," she said. Finally I relented and decided that resistance was futile, "will you help me cope then?" "Of course darling woman, yes I will," she replied delighted at my change. "I'll take some time to learn because it'll be hard for me to adjust." "Oh darling I've all the time in the world and I'll help you. In the end you'll thank me." "Will I?" "Yes darling you will," she replied. "I'm not so sure," I said. "You can start by just being true to your feelings and just let yourself go," she said kissing me tenderly on the lips. "Yes I need to do that but obviously I'm repulsed by what you've done to me," I replied, "I need some time to cope with that." "Through time that feeling will fade," she said sure of herself. "You'll forget all about being a man and what it was like. Before you go to sleep let's try something." I watched her remove the dildo inside me and push it back again. "Do you feel it?" "Yes I felt it, it feels like it is on the outside of my penis," I said glumly. "Good darling, now use your pussy muscles and hold it tight inside you," she commanded. "Why should I?" I asked. "Because it will give you more pleasure, now practice doing that," she told me. I sighed, "The only pleasure I had was taking women not being taken as one." "Darling but those days are all gone now, learn to accept the new you, the gorgeous new you," she looked in my eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes. "So you want me to squeeze this piece of plastic?" I asked. "Yes squeeze it often," she said. "Okay will you let me go after this?" I asked again. "Where should I let you go exactly? She asked in return and then added, "To the mall or to your house?" "I'm squeezing it hard," I said and found that I could hold it against her pressure to remove it. "Good girl," she said. "Now how did that feel?" "It felt weird, everything is in the wrong place," I replied trying to squeeze harder and harder. "Think of it as the reverse of your dick getting hard, you grip instead of pushing into a pussy it's not so bad is it? This'll be the only pleasure for you from now on." "It's really weird," I repeated. "I'm not sure I like it." "Darling this feeling will be sex for you and it's different I suppose, soon though you'll realise it's pleasure. Besides it's all you'll have." "Is that it, I really expected more than just gripping something hard," I replied. Laughing she said, "You just aren't used to it yet." "Please Mistress, you'll have to teach me all you know, because if I can't orgasm I don't want to live." "I will, I promise you, you'll orgasm." "I may look like a hot babe but that would be hell," I added. "Many transsexuals orgasm and you will too," she said trying to make me feel better, "You do look like a hot babe and better than I thought you might. I might add." "Yes I saw that earlier, the surgeon you paid did a good job and I would love to screw me." "Oh, confidence! I bet you would and that would be some sight! You screwing yourself," she laughed out loud again. Her red lips flared wide showing white perfect teeth. "I can give you a dildo later to do that, so you can fuck yourself with a dildo in front of mirror," she added. I watched her tease my nipples and they then became erect and pointy. "I think you're dying to do this aren't you?" She asked. "Yes when I looked in the mirror I just wanted to kiss and fuck myself," I replied honestly. "There now doesn't that help being honest with your feelings? How would you satisfy those feelings now?" she asked. "I don't know how, I am going to get so frustrated," I replied. "Well if I gave you a dildo in your hand would that help?" "I don't know can I try?" I asked thinking I would use the opportunity to get lose. She seemed to sense it and then said, "Well, maybe later right now you're going to spend a night with this on you and a dildo inside you." "Oh no," I replied unhappy after what I thought had been good progress with her. "Oh yes," she insisted, "so get used to it!" "I'll have the rest of my life to get used to it," I replied hopefully. "Well you'll be wet for one thing," she continued, "and your pussy will be more used to it." "You mean like I peed myself? What's the point of having a pussy that's wet if there isn't a man to fill it?" I asked her. "What's the point of having a dick?" She laughed, "You'll need to learn that we don't need men but it's men that need us." "I would throw up if a man ever touched me," I replied feeling queasy at the thought. "Oh I'll spare you that for a while." She laughed again. "Forever I hope, I'm not gay," I said. "If you're gay, then that means you like your own sex," she replied, "and that means you are a lesbian like me." "I've never been with a man and I don't think I want to start now," I exclaimed. "Tell me how did you feel when you saw your sexy body in the mirror?" she asked. "I've told you like I am in a nightmare not a dream," I replied. "So what's your sexual urge when you see yourself?" she asked again insistently. "I just want to fuck me," I said. "Oh let me show you something," she said turning a switch and the ceiling above the bed became a giant mirror. "Voila! Now see yourself." "Oh God," I said looking at my new form lying spread-eagled. "Go ahead and look, see yourself cuffed and with your toys on. See how beautiful you are now," she said kissing me on the lips. I shook my head at the image but started to get excited, with blood rushing to my vagina and a wetness oozing out. "Oh darling you see you do get excited, just in a different way now. Isn't she lovely, that girl in the mirror?" "She is beautiful," I replied without hesitation but watching the words come out of her lips. I studied my face and saw that it was much different. My square chin was rounder, my eyes seemed closer together and my hair was long and flowing. My ears seemed smaller too. Nothing looked like me any more. My eyes wandered down to my breasts, "I can't walk out of here looking like this, I'd be raped inside 10 minutes." "Oh yes we did a good job," she said caressing my breasts, "how about wearing that bra now?" "I don't want them in a bra," I said looking at her face. She looked so sexy and looked like a Goddess. She caressed my ribs and said, "Did I tell you my dear that you even have one less rib now that's how perfect you are." "Why?" "So you can start corset training silly, that's why." She smiled. "I don't need a corset do I?" I asked. "I think you do," she replied. "Do you still want to fuck me?" "You keep asking me but you know I can't anymore," I replied. "Sure you can, just look in the mirror," she said caressing the dildo. I felt nothing at all. "I just love the smell of this plastic." I watched her get onto the bed and wondered what was she doing still wearing her heels. "Do you want to fuck me with that thing on?" She asked as she brought her wet pussy close to the dildo. She answered for me, "I bet you do, don't you?" "I don't care anymore, you can go fuck yourself, I'll try to be a woman now that's all I can do." I said unhappy at the way she preferred a piece of plastic over what had been my manhood. "Oh, you're resisting the inevitable again but I really can't resist anymore," she said kneeling above me looking down at me. "Mistress it's just that you won't let me forget I was a man," I replied. As I watched she straddled my hips and said, "No, I don't want you to ever forget your past. You might look like a woman but inside you are a man." Then I realise what she intended, "Oh God." "Yes you are stuck, a man inside a woman's body. Just as I intended." She sneered. "Come on, fuck me I want it." "You are perverted if you think I'll fuck you like this," I said seriously. "Well, this is the only way now," she said and, "I'm so wet... and so horny." "Are you really?" "Yes I am, I'm very horny," she said she started to find her opening above the dildo. Suddenly I could feel her pointed heels dig into my legs. "You turn me on so much." "Do I Mistress?" "Oh yes you do..." "Let me stroke your breasts Mistress," I said hoping she would untie me. "I'll let your breasts do that," she replied to disappoint me. I tried again though and said, "Untie me and let me show I love you still." She wasn't listening because she lowered her breasts onto mine and our nipples touched. They were tight and sensitive as she teased them with her leather encased nipples. Suddenly she slipped the dildo slowly inside her and moaned gently, "Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I felt her descend on the shaft filling it completely and I wished it was living tissue not some plastic replica. "Fuck me...," she moaned, "Like you always did now push up inside me." I obeyed her and I pushed up from below surprised at how little she weighed. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yyyyyyyyesssssssssssssss," she cried. "Take that you bitch," I whispered to myself. "Come on fuck me harder," she commanded rising and falling herself. Since I wasn't going to get any sleep until she came I pushed up again and again. Filling her hot pussy with the plastic as she started to pump her hips faster and faster. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me you bitch," she cried her eyes closing to nothing. She rubbed my breasts harder and was thrusting faster with every second. She worked the dildo and I felt her wetness drip onto me. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she said and then she collapsed in a heap on top of me and then leant forward to kiss my red lips. "I came so hard, it was the best I've ever had," she said in between kisses. I could taste her lipstick as we kissed for a while. I could see the beads of perspiration run down her face. She was still breathing hard as she said, "Hmmmmm, so, how was that dear?" "I wish I could fuck you properly but if this is the only way then I will do it this way, I worship you Mistress," I replied hoping she would believe my little speech. "Good girl," she replied lifting her hips off me. "I'll be your good girl," I replied. "Oh I hope so," she said still burning in the afterglow, "I chose wisely with you." As she withdrew I could feel the suction on the dildo sticking it out but not much else. "So, now it's bedtime for you, isn't it?" She said sitting on the side of the bed inspecting her real vulva with those long red nails. "Yes I'm tired Mistress so very tired," I replied. "Mmmm good, you can sleep but you'll sleep wearing those dildos inside and one outside," she said stroking my face. "Yes Mistress I will if it pleases you." "You can't take them off because your hands are cuffed," she said but I just wanted to sleep. As I closed my eyes I imagined wrapping my fingers around her neck. She got up from the bed and brought a blanket to cover me and she said, "Here you'll need this." Looking at her with one eye, I said, "thank you Mistress." She giggled as the dildo I wore made it tent up. "Do you love me Mistress?" I asked sleepily "Yes, I love you very much now you're my lesbian lover," she said. "Thank you Mistress," I said faking a smile and then I closed my eyes. She caressed the dildo over the blanket before leaving the room. As she stood at the door I called out, "I want to be your girl." "You always will be." Chapter 3 I endured a listless night. For one thing my arms were pinned above me and it proved impossible to get comfortable. But I did dream of escape where I was able to over power her and then find my attempt thwarted by a high security fence. I was led back to my room where I was punished. It was late morning when I awoke with the chafing of my wrists above me and the sound of her heels on the floor. "Rise and shine!" She said sounding cheerful. "I would if I could Mistress," I replied frustrated at the bond still on my wrists above my head that denied me access to my new body. "How was your first night as a woman?" She asked sitting down on the bed next to me. "I slept well Mistress," I lied, "but I really need to pee badly Mistress. It's not like before where I could hold it in." "Just wait one minute," she commanded, "did you have any dreams?" My bladder was bursting to overflowing and I just replied what I thought she would want to hear, "yes Mistress I dreamt I was your lesbian slave and I was serving you." "Good girl," she smiled, "how were the dildos all night?" "Very uncomfortable, I feel sore inside and my rear feels like it needs emptying Mistress," I replied. "That's fine, you're just getting used to your pussy being used," she replied uncuffing my wrists. I gratefully rubbed my wrists while she unlocked the belt around my crotch. Removing that obscene crotch belt made me feel a lot better. I remembered to say, "thank you Mistress!" "Now, you may do your thing," she said pointing to the water closet. I tiptoed over to the toilet bowl while she followed me. I struggled to slide my panties down because my long nails were awkward. I could sense her amusement at my efforts and I had no choice but to ask her, "Mistress can you help me please? I'm really desperate." "Here, let me do it," she replied laughing at my desperation to pee. "I can't seem to do it with these nails," I replied anxiously. She held the sides of the panties and pulled them down slowly, removing the dildo in my now raw pussy and the butt plug inside my rear. I felt stupid like a baby. She let the panty fall to the floor and it was covered in moisture. "How does that feel now?" She asked noting how moist I was. "I'll feel better Mistress, I really need to pee," I said as suddenly I realised that I had to sit down to pee and I let go with a loud hisssssssssssssss. "Good girl," I heard her say as my bowels emptied too. "I'm just like a woman now. I'll never be able to stand again on bare feet will I Mistress?" I asked her expecting her to say yes. "No dear you won't," she said looking pleased. "I'm glad that pleases you Mistress," I said noticing her smile and I did my business. "Can I shower to freshen up?" Handing me the perfumed shower gel, she said, "Yes, go shower now." Within seconds I felt the power of the water on my soft skin. "I'm tingling all over," I said as I showered and the water beat on my breasts and nipples. "It feels so alive," I shouted, "I'm beginning to like it, so will you teach me to be your lesbian lover Mistress?" She seemed to ignore my comment first, saying "clean yourself and take this," then adding, "Oh, we have started already dear." Handing me a bar of soap I was instructed to soap and rinse off my openings before getting out of the shower. Next she gave me a towel to wrap around my breasts but I dried myself instead. "Come over to the vanity it's time you learnt the art of make-up and you are going to enjoy this," she said. I followed meekly on tip toes as usual and sat down in front of theatrical style vanity with lots of lights and mirrors. I took a good long look at myself and I marvelled at how I looked. It also freaked me out. However I let her show me how to apply make-up over and over again. After about two hours I finally got her approval that it would pass her inspection. Before she stopped she passed me her reddest lipstick and told me t