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The Once and Future Mistress By Topaz172 Brighton, England, 1999 Pet's Story: Time is short, the mission must be completed within the next week. beyond that, events have a momentum of their own, and it becomes beyond my ability to influence. The house wasn't anything special, a typical three bedroom semi-detached dwelling squeezed tightly between other identical homes. Trouble was, I wasn't the only one interested in the occupant; a couple of the local kids had been got at, they had that eager intent look that only sissy slaves get... and they were watching like their lives depended on it. Doubtless hearing that you look horrified, kids? Sissy slaves? You envision some sado-erotic version of the deep south with the poor eunuchs dressed as French maids for good measure; It's not like that, or rather it won't be like that if everything works out the way its supposed to. To me the Mistress/Slave relationship is one of love and trust. Weird huh? But then I grew up as a hermaphrodite slave, I haven't been free-willed for almost a decade and don't particularly miss it. Anyhow, the problem with the kids is that they almost certainly work for exactly the sort of megalomaniac, man- hating mistress who does get off on ordering boys to castrate themselves; the sort that, if left to their own devices, could cause the extinction of the male sub- species. Actually the slaves could belong to one of two maniacs, both are equally bad news. The original plan had been to just drive the outrageously customized car straight in, have a quick 'chat' with the son of the household and then go home. Unfortunately, with those slave boys watching the direct approach was right out; I had to take the long way. Instead of just hypnotizing my target into thinking that I'm his next-door neighbor, I'd played the scenario out for real. I had had a 'chat' with a couple that had their house on the market, and then another 'chat' with the owners of the house next to the target. Hey! I didn't do any harm, the neighbors new house is identical to the old, just a block further north. I even managed not to change their sexual orientation, let alone their gender. So, here I am a month late and legitimate owner of 48 Locking Close; I am now officially his next-door neighbor, I even have the deed. That may not seem important to you, just trust me, it has to be that way. So; who's the target? Why am I interested? Why are 'they' interested? His name's Troy Mistrisiaan, a blonde eighteen year old male, who thinks he's about to go to University and study electrical engineering. I'm interested because I love him and because I have to make certain things turn out right. Think of me as a guardian angel, but with a cock and tits instead of wings. The surveillance is troubling, they shouldn't be giving special attention to Troy, not yet. If I'm forced to capture one of those sissified slave boys maybe I'll ask who and why. "We're 'ere" said the slovenly deliveryman, talking around his cigarette and breaking me out of my introspection. Y'all get it unpacked then" I replied, getting out of the van and straightening my bolero style leather jacket. The wind is slightly chill against the wide expanse of exposed midriff between bottom of the jacket and my hip- hugging leather pants. I guess Mistress wasn't thinking only of utility when she designed the uniform. I pretend to inspect the postage stamp sized front lawn as the delivery guys slowly move to the back of the van. There wasn't much furniture, just enough to make the moving-in look real; the main item was the damn car, safely under its dust sheet, once it was out of the van and in the garage I'd be a lot happier. I hate cars, always did, this one is almost more trouble than it's worth. I mean what maniac decided it needed to be nuclear powered, when a nice clean anti-matter injector can do the job just as well. Have you any idea how hard it is to get fuel for that thing? "Hi there!" said a voice from across the fence, it was him! I had to use all my mental discipline not to drop down and kiss his feet. I dare not. It would be a big give-away to the watchers and also confuse the fuck out of Troy. "Hi theyuh!" I drawled smiling and walking closer, swinging my breasts in that way that is guaranteed to catch a male's eye. "I guess your family are our new neighbors; I'm Troy Mistrisiaan" "Pet Silver; no family, just lil ol' me" "That accent? American?" "N'Orleans" "Wow! Furthest I've been is France, I guess you find it kind of chilly up here in England." "Naw, its plenty warm" I didn't mention that back in New Orleans we'd not bothered much with clothes. but Troy wasn't really ready to know the reasons for that just yet. "Say, why don't you come on over once these delivery guys have finished; y'can tell me all about this here city and help me out with a six-pack that needs finishing" I offered. "Thanks!" he replied without reservation or caution. Inwardly my happy mood slipped a bit, Troy needed to be a lot more alert or they'd have him neutered, fully bimbo- ized, and eagerly wax-stripping his own crotch sooner than spit. But what to do? I had access to a whole range of sophisticated mind and gender altering methods that could help him defend himself, and I dared not use 99% of them. Those techniques that weren't instantly detectable to 'them' might cause damage; the thought of damaging Troy is like an icy dread, it mustn't happen, not on my watch! There was a sound of breaking china, Blakely Removals had been cheap, I guess there was a reason for that. I winced; there were a few bits of technology amongst the vases that would raise a few eyebrows even from the removers. "You'd better go see to that" grinned Troy "Yes M... Yes Troy" damn! I nearly blew it right there, I mustn't use the 'M' word. I sprinted toward my front door; ah the joy of following direct orders, it felt good after so long. Poor Troy, if he were a full hermaphrodite right now and knew how I felt, he could. No. Don't go there, give in to temptation and it's all to dust and Davy Jones. The fat Blakely was scratching the blubber that projected over his belt whilst looking at the debris. I was tempted to give him some discipline, but the thought of a sissified version inflicted on the local queen-bars... Well it just wouldn't be fair. Why do I mention turning him femme if all I talk about is discipline? Because all the really rock solid mind control techniques involve some degree of sexual reassignment, giving him breasts or a panty fetish would have been a side effect of getting him in better physical and mental shape. "Dropped it" he said around the cigarette "Try to be more careful! I'll get this tidied" I snapped shooing him away. On the floor was the collar-mine I'd hidden in the vase. A nasty little device, to the un- informed it would look like a crescent shaped toy spaceship. when activated it homed in on male mental activity, flying through the air and wrapping its two pincer-like wings around the victim's neck. Once the wingtips touched each other, completing the circuit, the lucky victim's mind went to pleasure-land and a ring of needles injected meta-estrogen 5 into his lymphatic system. Fortunately for Blakely the thing had to be lightweight in order to fly, and the impact had broken the fragile pincer- wing. Lucky him, but one less passive defense for me, damn it. Even knowing he was wrong he still managed to be surly about it, muttering 'queer bitch' when he thought I was out of earshot. I sniffed with distain and set about making sure the rest of my kit was intact. I should have come better prepared, I'd had full access to Fleet's Armory and like a fool I'd gone with just the stuff I had to hand when we found the car. Idiot! Fortunately the rest of the unloading passed without incident and I was soon seeing the back of Blakely and his Neanderthal cousins. Five minutes after that, Troy was at the door. I guess he'd been watching to see when the van left. "C'mon in, beer's by the sink" "Cheers Pet!" he scampered past and returned with two cans. Once Troy had returned I asked a few polite small talk questions to put him at ease and then it was his turn. "So, how come you're here and can afford your own house? You must be, like, some oil baron's daughter to afford your own place; I mean, you're no older than I am" "I'm here on a secret mission, the house is on loan until I'm done here" I answered truthfully, I tried to stop myself but I couldn't. The programming, the old habits, they're too deeply burned into my brain, answering 'Hir' questions to the best of my ability is almost an instinct level response. I hadn't expected this as a complication; my world had just got very complicated. "You are kidding me! You're fucking CIA?" "No, I'm not kidding you. I'm not CIA though." I replied I was thinking 'shit, shit, shit'; hastily I added "I'd prefer not to talk about it if that's OK" He frowned suspiciously; I wasn't getting away with a statement like that without some comeback. He's very sharp, instantly knowing that I'd told the simple truth. "So why'd you say anything? All you had to do was make up a cover story?" I forced myself not to answer instantly, choosing my words cautiously. "I won't lie to you Troy; but to tell you too much puts you at risk. Does that make sense?" I said, giving him the truth that I literally couldn't lie to him without making that the focus of my reply. "I guess so" he replied, clearly not satisfied but willing to let it slide. "I'd better help you unpack, only fair if you're feeding me beers" "Thanks" Actually it would be a lot better if he didn't go poking around in the boxes, but he'd phrased it so close to an order I couldn't see a way of denying him. My run of bad luck continued, having dived into the first box Troy's hand emerged holding my sidearm, a trusty Girlmaker Mk One. Fortunately the thing looks like a 7 inch gold plated dildo, so as long as he doesn't switch it on, it's OK. The Girlmaker was still set to maximum mental sissification from the last time I'd used it, it could blind him if he handled it wrong. "Um. sorry" he says blushing. "That's OK" I replied taking the Girlmaker from him, caressing it in such a way as to set it back to a less severe setting and slipping it into its holster, a holster I hoped looked like a trendy pocket in my black leather hip-hugging pant leg. "Uh look, if you invited me over hoping for a date, I got to disappoint you, I'm gay" he said. I guess he confused the deactivation gesture with a rather un-subtle come-on. "I didn't invite you for a date. Although I do find you very attractive." I admitted. What an understatement, as far as I'm concerned he's sex on a stick, half way to having the perfect body. Serving his bodily needs would be my Orgy Day and Enslavement Anniversary all rolled into one. Troy was blushing badly, his pale English skin almost pink. Perhaps he's not as gay as everyone believed; or is my subconscious influencing him? Projective telepathic mind control is a technique I learned very recently, the ability was downloaded direct into my brain by someone who was in a hurry and, frankly, wasn't that well trained. It's possible I could be leaking full-on hermaphroditic desire like an unshielded anti-matter core and not have noticed. "You're not bad looking yourself" he complimented hesitantly "I guess you must work out a lot for a girl" "Back home we're kind of obsessive about our physiques, we figure looking good is a duty of sorts" Working out is definitely a duty, a slave must look hir best just in case hir Mistress chooses hir for bedroom duty. Am I doing this to Troy or are these his own emotions? I have to know; If I am contaminating him with my lust I'm going to have to re-think how I complete the mission, He will be The First, it's kind of important to the race that his emotions are his own. Troy is frowning and looking at his beer. I don't dare read his mind, but my guess is he's wondering if I doped it. Good; at least he's aware of that possibility. "This, this is gonna sound like, really fucking wired" he said, if anything his blush was getting even more intense. "I've known you less than ten minutes, you've told me you're a secret agent working for an un-named organization; which is pretty damn insane by the way; and yet I can't help thinking I believe every word and that I could trust you with my life." "You can." the reply slipped out as I winced mentally. I know too damn much, I should have prepared myself better, deleted my memories so that I don't have answers to the awkward questions. "And... even though I'm not into girls, I... I have this desire to see exactly how fit you look." he blurted. The selfish greedy part of my mind started doing a little dance thinking 'yes!, yes! Yes!' and from that point of view it didn't get much better than this. As far as the mission goes, stripping for him isn't part of the plan. Ten seconds later I'm naked to the waist, pert large nippled breasts overhanging a subtly muscular physique. My leather jacket with most of my special devices is just about visible draped over the back of the Sofa where I threw it. What do I look like? They say I look like Halley Berry. Personally I don't see it, I prefer to think I'm more androgynous than that. I'm a fully functional hermaphrodite; I can pass as a woman or man with the right strapping and make-up. If I want a Fem look I tuck my cock into my vagina, if I want a male look it's corset time. It's a matter of pride that I can fake either antique gender. Troy's face is a picture, I can guess the emotions, 'confusion' because he knows he's not straight, 'admiration' because I really am pretty fit, and of course 'lust' because I know he will be The First, eventually, even if he doesn't. Hesitantly, like someone approaching a poisonous snake he reaches out his hand and touches my subtly defined six- pack, fingers running up to my cleavage until his hand is cupping my left breast. Damn that was bad, I nearly went ecstatic, nearly losing my conscious mind from the overload of pleasure his touch generated. It's ironic, he means more to me than life itself, he's been the focus of my existence for the last ten years and yet this is the only time I've felt his touch. "Perfect" he murmured to himself By this point my cock was beginning to get painful from extreme lust and tight constraining leathers. no, no underwear, I don't do underwear (nobody does anymore). "Can. can I look" he asked, seeing the cock bulge, accepting its presence without question as if his sexuality has already evolved to the next level. Ah ha! I felt it that time, a movement in my head, the ghost of a memory stirring, those skills I mentioned must still have had some the original owner's personality fragments attached. I guess I really am radiating lust and it's lust of a sort that Troy has no defense against -hir own. At least 'they' wouldn't detect it; the thought patterns would match perfectly. Even as I was reasoning this out my fingers were releasing my crotch buttons; no normal buttons these, shaped more like fridge magnets but using molecular bonding to hold them closed, you just press and the cohesion reverses polarity and pops the button open. My cock sprang free holding itself near vertical, its root emerging just above my moist pussy lips; my pubic hair is of course neatly trimmed as required by Fleet regulations. My 3/4 length pants hit the floor and I step free; as I said before nakedness doesn't bother me, it's a slave boy- girl's natural state. "That is so wired" he repeated in a dazed sort of awed voice. The hand he had on my left breast began gliding toward my lower hair. Suddenly his eyes narrowed, I could almost sense that razor sharp mind figuring it all out, snapping himself loose from the lust radiating from my sub-conscious mind. "You're following my orders aren't you, every time I've suggested something, you've done it" I relaxed my muscle pose, there wasn't going to be any way to avoid answering, I'd just have to find a way to lock some of his memories away afterward; dammit. "Yes" I replied shrugging, and smiling in what I hope is a disarming way. "Why?" "Because. because you are my Mis.. My owner, I have no choice but to follow your commands. " "You're not actually very sane are you" he says withdrawing that wandering hand and edging away glancing toward the door. I slumped a little, I probably looked very dejected; no slave likes knowing hir mistress doesn't value hir. even when the mistress in question doesn't understand what he's saying. He stopped moving toward the door "I really hurt you saying that didn't I? I.I felt it in here" making a waving motion near his head. I shrugged, I could guess what happened, but it was better I didn't explain. How do you tell someone that you've got several partial copies of their mind knocking around in your head and that maybe one of them just copied itself back home or that one day soon he will become the first member of Earth's new dominant species. It would bring up way too many questions Troy shouldn't have answers to. "How come? Why can I feel your emotions? Emotions. I bet that's why I'm feeling so fucking horny - you're somehow making me feel your lust!" he accused "Not intentionally .I." I let the sentence drift to silence, Mistress wasn't listening; having turned back from the door his eye had focused on my naked body again, with the consequence that his rather excellent mind had become fully occupied admiring my exotic physique. Doubtless the telepathic training he'd just absorbed had a healthy attachment of sub-conscious hermaphroditic desire associated with it. He licked his lips; I licked mine. This was beginning to look like good news, he'd erroneously deduced that I was the cause; better he think that for now; and of course on the pure selfish side I was getting lots of personal attention from the most important person in my universe. As I thought this, he shuffled closer, almost touching, inhaling my pheromone-laced scent. "Command me" I whispered, getting lost in the moment "Kiss Me," he ordered I obeyed, careful to allow him dominance my tongue moving to compliment the way he chose to kiss. He's not very experienced at it, but I easily make up for that. Back when I was fifteen my school graded me 'best in year' for my ability in Kissing 101. As an important slave skill, it's one I've practiced ever since. I looked into his eyes, which are aware and yet dreamy, learning to enjoy the feel of a soft/hard hermaphrodite body held close; I can sense it, the potential for greatness stirring within him. His hand drifted away from my butt and began fumbling with his belt. Gently I took hold of his wrist and moved his hand back to my butt, using my other hand to wrestle with his zip and delve within. Inside his jeans my fingers meet silk, .a thong? For some reason I'd expected something more conservative, pantyhose perhaps. Deftly I moved the offending scrap of fabric aside and eased his cock out into the warm summer air. Having accomplished my task I moved my hand up under his T-shirt exploring his physique. he has a fine body, the promised breasts almost non-existent, present only as an unfulfilled potential; It's one of the reasons 'they' have him targeted, males 16 to 24 were the key demographic group. Once again I feel his mind slam shut, his mental shielding has improved from zero to about level three in the short time we've been kissing. Even if he doesn't understand what or how, its still useful that he can do it. He draws back, hastily pushing his boner back into his jeans. "I. I need time, I have to figure out why I can't keep my hands off you. And I think I need to be away from you to do that or you're just going to distract me again. Look, I'm not rejecting you; don't feel 'bad' like you did a minute ago. I just need time" he says it firmly this time. I sense he's in command of the situation, thinking on his feet; good, the sooner he's able to deal with this sort of shit the better. I bow my head in acknowledgement and he quickly makes his escape. Ah well, at least I haven't accidentally fried his mind or prematurely triggered his change. He almost certainly won't be back tonight. I glance down at my erection, a shame to let it go to waste. Mentally I form an image of Troy in my head and wank off to it. Soon I'm cumming and as I'm still standing it jets in a great thick stream that oozes over my fingers like chunky clotted cream. Carefully I bring the puddle of cum to my lips and lick my hand clean, then start to work further down, inserting two fingers into my pussy, eager for the second, greater orgasm, the inner one that would swell to fill my lower torso with limitless pleasure. My needs finally sated, I sit myself down cross-legged and begin an old meditation exercise that will allow me to sleep and then awaken feeling refreshed. --- Troy's Story: OK, so I ran. Who wouldn't? I can still sense him..her..it?, S'he's spanking the pony and I'm pretty certain its my face S'he's imagining as S'he does it. Then I feel hir fingers moving deep into places I've never known. strange sensations that feel new and yet infinitely normal at the same time. I thunder upstairs and slam my bedroom door and nearly trip over a box full of books in my haste. I'm off to University in less than a week, and pretty much all my important stuff is in the precarious tower of boxes next to the door. Quickly I lock the door. I don't bother getting undressed; I just pull my T-shirt up to my nipples and shove my jeans down to half-mast. I don't even try waddling over the bed, I just do a goalkeeper's dive onto it, straining the well- used springs as I hit. I begin seeing to the humongous hard-on I've got, beating the meat, desperately trying to get a mental picture of Pet's body out of my mind, but all I can do is feel hir fingers, going deeper and deeper into that place I haven't got... and it feels like its my own crotch that's so gloriously penetrated! It didn't work, when the cum came, it was still hir bronzed, smooth skinned body I saw; a muscular mix of Halley Berry and Hayden Christiansen all rolled into a single body, glistening with moisture in the front of my mind. Damn, that last spurt got on the T-shirt even though I had it rolled up. I wipe the cum into my abdomen and then lick the residue from my fingers. It didn't actually taste that bad, I've never tasted my own cum before; now that I know, it will save on paper tissues, mm-mmh! Having dealt with my most urgent need I stripped off my soiled clothes, dumping them in the wash basket. It was definitely time for a shower. The Shower didn't help either. As I lathered myself up my mind kept drifting back to Pet, standing naked in the middle of hir living room in that parade rest stance, a study in perfection, the ultimate expression of both sexes in a single being, just waiting for me to give hir an order, my own personal sex toy ready to do my every bidding. By the time I was fully lathered up my erection was back. What an idiot I am! Pet would have gone all the way, had sex in any position I could have thought up, he/she could suck cock like a pro, take my virgin cock into hir deep moist place and then turned me over and fucked my ass 'til I came. I turned the temperature setting all the way down to cold, getting rid of the erection and the stupid thoughts as I gasped in shock. I had to think this through without turning into Captain Teen-Boner. Slipping into my fleece bathrobe I went to my desk and pulled out a piece of paper. I'd start by listing what I knew for sure about my hunky new neighbor. 1. S'He's very very hot for a... for a??? 2. S'He's not sane. 3. I'm probably not sane either for fancying him/her. 4. S'He's on a mission - what is it? 5. S'He's an agent and at the same time S'he thinks S'he's my slave - how can that be true? 6. Telepathy - somehow S'he can transmit hir thoughts and emotions; I can pick them up; does that make me some sort of 'Tomorrow Person' as well. 7. S'He's very nervous about something I'm not supposed to know about. 8. S'He's without doubt the best kisser I've ever encountered. 9. I know for certain S'he's telling the truth about everything, even though its all insane. 10. How can I get any answers, if I get the irresistible the urge to get jiggy with it every time I see hir perfect, well-trimmed double crotch? I look down at my open bathrobe and reach for a pair of paper-scissors. A few minutes later my swivel chair has a pile of hair on it and my pubes are more or less trimmed. Whatever else, I'm going to need a few tips on how best to self-trim. I sigh, this is all so so insane. Why am I getting off on some ladyboy who wants to fulfill my every desire? Why dammit? Chucking the pen down I flumped back on the bed and examined the ceiling until I finally fell asleep. In my dream thousands of naked boy-girls are bowing at my feet and then morph to become mythical creatures centaurs, angels and boy-girls who are like snakes from the waist down. I know without thinking about it that every one of them looks to me for guidance and orders. I open my eyes, it's deep night out there, but I distinctly heard something clatter. Mom and Dad are away, leaving me home alone, I nearly begin thinking about inviting Pet over, when I remember the sound, some rowdy boys in our back yard I figure. Grabbing my cricket bat I rush down to see what's going on. It's not until a gravel stone prick's my foot that I realize I'm outside without shoes in just a loosely tied bathrobe. The noise is coming from Pet's house; those two boys that have been hanging around are fiddling with the garage's backdoor. You're expecting me to go charging in at 2:1 odds. bathrobe flying like superman's cape? Nope, instead I head around front and go to knock quietly on Pet's door. To my surprise the door's unlocked, not even closed. Quickly I slip inside. Pet is exactly where I left hir in the lounge. S'He's sat cross legged in a classic yoga position, hir hands resting against the floor palms up. Hir head is slumped in a pose of innocent sleep, hir cock, typically, is hard, hir lower lips seem moist. Gently I caress hir cheek with a finger; ...which, thinking about it, is a pretty daft way of waking someone you want to warn about a break-in. Instantly S'he's awake and rolling toward hir neatly piled stack of clothes, a real James Bond-Jinx maneuver. except instead of picking up a gun she's got that golden-rod vibrator in hir hand. I put a finger to my lips and then point at the garage. To hir credit she doesn't waste time scoping the fact that my bathrobe's fallen open, instead S'He nods once and heads toward the garage, still completely naked, still holding the vibrator and oozing military competence. I follow hir through the kitchen to the garage's side door and watch as S'He hurls hirself through. Before I can follow I'm dazzled by the most beautiful lights, patterns that whirl and slide into each other, I feel a tightness at the back of my head, sort of the same feeling as I had when I managed to block all that lust Pet had projected at me. Suddenly I feel naked, I realize that I didn't fix my face before going outside - which is kinda odd as I don't own any lipstick. A second later another lightshow flares, this time it was aimed further into the garage and it didn't pull me in as the first flash had. That Vibrator, it must be a 'Q' branch gadget, a secret weapon that only looks like a sex-toy. Gripping my bat I cautiously step into the garage. There are two boys stang to attention next to the dust-sheet covered car. They're both sixteen, two years younger than me. I've known them since they were kids, they're not thieves, or at least it never occurred to me that they might be. "It's OK, I know these guys. They're a bit rowdy, but I don't think they meant any harm." I told Pet "Let's see, shall we" replied Pet walking up to the two immobile youths and removing the two sweatbands each boy wore around his forehead. Under each band was what looked like a fresh tattoo etched into their forehead. "Talon!" Hissed Pet, as if naming the devil herself. "They're not your friends anymore. They belong to a Dominatrix called Talonova. They're her creatures now." I frowned, "In the same way that you say you are my creature?" "Exactly! I am your Pet. The difference is that these guys Mistress isn't a nice girl " "I don't believe it" I insisted "What's this one's name?" "Matthew" Pet taps Matt on his tattoo "What's your name?" "Allyx-na-Mattikalla-na-Talon" replied Matt proudly thumping his chest, which I notice seems slightly swollen. "He believes he is an Aztec war bride, doing her high priestess's bidding." explained Pet inspecting the unresisting Matt's teeth, hands, swollen pectorals and withered scrotum. "Given how far along he is, I'd say that in a day or so his parents will find a barely legible note saying that he's run away from home. In reality he will have drunk enough elixir to have become a fully she-male eunuch, large breasted, large cock, non-existent testis. Mentally he will believe he's a spirit possessing this body in order to do the bidding of High Priestess Talonova, completely forgetting his former existence as a boy" Pet turned to the other boy and repeated the inspection "This one's at about the same stage, possibly a little further along, my guess he's the one that gave Matti his first shot of elixir " "Hypnosis? Hormone Drugs?" I asked "Good guess; a lot of this could be called that." Pet replied, returning hir attention to Matti "Now Allyx-na- Mattikalla-na-Talon what is your mission?" "The sacred one's oracle predicted a disturbance here, we are to evaluate the threat and eliminate it" replied Matt. There was a look of murderous zeal in his eyes. I like, totally believed he could do murder without a second thought "Can you snap them out of it?" Pet sags slightly, looking tired. "No. We daren't, the best I can do is make them think their mission is complete. I realize this all doesn't make much sense so It's probably easier if I show you the damn car, I'm pretty sure seeing it will fill in a few of the blanks for you." S'He pulls the dust sheet away, and there it is, a time machine, like in a film I saw. A fucking, honest to god, DeLorean fucking time machine, straight out of 'Back To The Future'. "I've been to the year 3000, you see." explained Pet "Your Great great grand daughter sends hir regards, S'He was doing pretty fine last time I saw hir." A working time machine! Suddenly it's all fitting into place, how she can say S'He's my slave even though I never owned one, how I can feel attracted to hir, how she can be, like, another species, the 'mission', the whole bit. "That's why you're so cryptic isn't it! You're from the future too. I bet this descendent of mine sent you." I guessed "Yes, I suppose, indirectly Garia did send me, S'He kinda had no choice. You're right, I am from a bit further down the timeline. Look, please, don't ask me anything about your immediate future. To be honest you've already found out more than I intended to tell you." "The Grandfather paradox? If I use anything I've learned it will change the future" I said, remembering various TV shows. S'he nodded. "So why get in contact at all?" "Because, historically I already did." "I don't get it" "My journey into the future wasn't planned and was one way. When I got the - the year three thousand that is - I found that you'd personally left me some clues that led me to the location of this time-car. I had no choice, I had to come back here to make sure you left the clues that I would use to survive my journey. My original plan was to hypnotize you so that when the time was right, when you're about 80 or so, you'd remember exactly what you needed to do to save my loyal butt. I'm here now because this is a point in time where you're easy to reach safely." Pet explained. It's a lot to take in, I stand there looking at the three of them, my two slightly feminized friends, blank eyed, thinking evil alien thoughts and my future servant, with hir burning love and need to obey lighting hir up with mental radiation. "So right now I'm putting the timeline at risk." I concluded, coming to a decision "That can't be allowed to happen. I order you to do whatever is required to protect your future, I can't have a drop dead gorgious boy-girl like you ceasing to exist just because I remember the wrong things" Pet's smile is one of pure joy, I sense hir relief, S'He's much much happier now that hir mission and my immediate orders match exactly. Ah well, time to put a slight twist in things. "But first there's a couple of things we need to do." I said firmly Pet doesn't look so happy about that. "Firstly, do as much as you can for the boys here." I instructed She nodded and aimed the dildo shaped weapon at the boys lighting their naked torsos with the swirling hypnotic laser light. Once again, as it's only a reflection and I am able to resist the patterns, although they do leave me wondering about what dress will go well with a red crop top. "You have completed your mission, you found and eliminated an agent of Mistress Eleanor who refused to reveal his purpose. You are happy that you have done your duty well. When I finish speaking you will walk away remembering only the things I have just told you about the last half hour" The two subtly feminized boys walked past me looking pleased with themselves, hips swaying in a very un-male way, neither one paying me or Pet even the slightest attention. Once they were gone I asked "Mistress who?" "A powerful rival, Talonova's a paranoid bitch. She'll begin suspecting the truce between her and Eleanor has ended; which actually suits you just fine, you don't need either one paying you any attention." S'He explained. "If you say so" I shrug. Does it matter if Talonova and this Eleanor girl are getting hissy with each other? I'll be safely away at Bath University in a day or two anyways. I feel tense and nervous. What I'm getting around to asking hir is way, way beyond the X-files and the Twilight Zone. "I.I've been picking up your emotions all night; is that because you're projecting them or because I'm some sort of telepath?" "I don't know." She says blushing "It could be either; If my thoughts have caused offence I offer my..." "No. Don't apologize." I interrupt "It's the only time I ever understood exactly how much another person loved me. I also picked up an edge to it. You haven't told me the whole story have y? I need to know it all. Right now." She bows hir head; she really doesn't want to reveal something. "Troy there's no easy way to say this. There's a war coming, a worldwide gender war, a battle between Talonova and Eleanor. Both of them want to be Dominatrix, ruling an exclusively female world, each thinks she has a method of doing without males, each one is determined to recreate the world to her specification before the other does. Both of them has developed weapons of mass feminization, fast acting and efficient." "Within a few days they will start serious recruiting, turning males into obedient she-male eunuchs and girls into equally obedient lesbian bimbos en masse, city after city. Bath University, your campus, was one of the first places hit. In the rush to enslave more of the world than their rival, they ripped apart the current world order in less than a week. Washington nuked itself rather than fall to Eleanor's fem-troops. China did the same to Talon's bimboids infiltrating from Korea. "After a month there were hardly any males left, their neutered ex-brothers obediently hunting them down with the zeal of the convert. The only free-willed resistance was from a bunch of cross-dressers and pre-op transsexuals in New York, led by Rue Paul, and able to operate unnoticed due to their artificial breasts. Theirs was a desperate and doomed fight, the Dominatrixes promised exactly what they desired most, at the small expense of their free will. Soon they were betrayed by one of their own and the last organized resistance was gone. "Without realizing or caring humanity, teetered on the brink of extinction. Our scientists say that neither Dominatrix had perfected a cloning technique that remained stable beyond the third iteration. If either of them had truly won we'd have been a dead race in less than four generations." "Fortunately, in all the excitement neither would-be Dominatrix noticed you until it was too late. Somehow you had reacted differently to one of the transgenderizing chemicals, gases and rays. You became a.. a fully functional hermaphrodite, The First, immune to both Eleanor's mental sissifications and Talonova's mutational bio-weapons. Not only that; you had the ability to transmit your mutation to other humans, male and female both, even boys who'd already been turned into bio-femmed neuters weren't immune." "By the time you acted, Talonova and Eleanor had long since lost interest in males and were intent on eliminating each other. They were both in New Orleans, focused on using their vast mental powers to subdue each other and establish final dominance. You managed to gatecrash and take them down, your mental superiority catching them by surprise. When the dust had settled, all of the world's population, all the she-male and bimbo slaves, found themselves without a Mistress to tell them what to do; a fate that terrified them. They had become happy in their obedience, their altered minds feared the uncertainty of making their own decisions." "They begged you to become Mistress of Terra and give them the orders that they craved. You reluctantly agreed, after realizing that only a program of hermaphrodization would restore the breeding population. It was a good time then, a golden age. I was a ten year old male boy when the war came, I don't remember much of the before; my first clear memory is a doctor injecting me with your blood. I grew up as you see me, an obedient boy-girl in an obedient world, happy in the knowledge that we all served you to the best or our abilities." "And then in the sixth year of your reign The Dominatrix Talonova returned, worse than before, caring only for vengeance and destruction, twisting people's DNA creating monsters to attack you with. By chance I was able to stop one such creature and became the youngest of your chosen band of Pets. When you finally confronted Talon It was a trap, she'd created a temporal vortex generator which she intended to use to eject you from the universe. I got in the way and was thrown forward in time. According to the future history Garia showed me, my sacrifice allowed you to defeat her. You won and civilization continued in the way you'd planned it." "There, that's it, the whole story. Telling you this may have had severe effect on the timeline. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have revealed anything. But you are my Mistress, I couldn't disobey your direct order to tell all." Pet says, looking worried. I've never heard such a wild story in all my life. Even episodes of Dr. Who are more plausible, and yet, this new telepathic sense I seem to have developed is telling me that every single word Pet has uttered is the absolute truth. "Is there any record of when I... when I mutated?" "No Mistress. Only that you were at University when the war started and were already turning some of your friends into hermaphrodites a couple of days later, by which time the city was already full of She-male neuters and bimbos." I recall the dreams, the thought of having a pussy of my own, feeling fingers dip inside, with the anticipation of cocks penetrated and penetrating at the same time. If that wasn't temptation enough the new improved me would get to save the world. The decision was surprisingly easy to make. "OK here's what I want you to do. I want you to hypnotize me so that I think I'm the Mistress you remember. The effect is to last until my next orgasm; after which I want all those memories I'm not supposed to have yet to vanish. Can you do that?" "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress!" I turn and head back into the house and head for the lounge. My heart's beating so fast. I'm going to have sex with a hermaphrodite, the next step in human evolution, the thought both terrifies and arouses, what will it be like? Will it hurt? Will I enjoy it? What does being hypnotized feel like? Will it hurt? Or will I enjoy I? Great - I'm acting like a fucking virgin again! I reach the middle of the lounge and turn toward hir, letting my bathrobe drop so that it forms a warm pile around my feet. My body is good. hirs is better. "I'm ready" I say; I don't sound ready, I sound fucking terrified. To my surprise S'He doesn't use the dildo laser thing, S'He pulls open a secret pocket in the sleeve of hir leather jacket. "A pocket watch?" "For what you have asked Mistress; this is the correct tool. There are various techniques of mind control; each has its own place. The pocket watch method is undetectable when the subject is willing. Don't worry, I'm good at this stuff, no kid graduates school without knowing how to put a willing subject into a light trance" "OK, do it" I reply gritting my teeth. S'He doesn't do anything with the watch, instead S'He rests a hand on my shoulder. "It won't work if you don't relax" Hir hand massages my neck, it's like a Vulcan nerve pinch, making me feel so relaxed that I buckle at the knees. "Better, Mistress?" "Thanks, do that again," I guess what I'm feeling now is what a drugged up hippy would call 'mellow' "I can't, you need to be conscious" S'He replies, smiling, a mischievous twinkle in hir eye. Sometime before she became so mission focused Pet must have been a serious practical joker. My mind is awash with the adoration S'He's broadcasting; I can trust that; S'He'd cut hir cock off and shove it up hir own pussy before harming me. "I'm ready" S'He raises the old pocket watch, I notice the inscription on the cover 'S.Holmes' ..No.. S'He couldn't have, could S'He? "Focus your eyes on the watch, listen to it ticking, the ticking is getting slower, as the ticking slows you become more relaxed, slower and slower, more and more relaxed." Hir voice fell into a well trained monotone, almost before I realized what was going on I..was.****** --- Pet's Story: I dangled the watch in front of his eyes watching as they rapidly lost focus. Yesterday I'd have been worried about how susceptible to Eleanor's feminizing hypnosis he is; fortunately he's unintentionally given me permission to fix that. Now that he's under, I gently place my hands on either side of his head, my fingers tangling in his short blonde hair. OK, physical contact isn't strictly necessary for the telepathy to work; I just want to run my hands through his hair. A few moments later he gasps with pleasure as I obey his orders and turn him into my Mistress. Gently I remove my hands and wait expectantly, slowly He opens his eyes, his expression is tougher, more experienced and confident. "Pet Silver?" He says. "Yes Mistress" "I understand now. The last few months must have been almost unendurable for you." "Yes Mistress, focusing on protecting your heir helped, but it was tough, almost like being a free-willed male" I replied with a shudder. "You can't stay here and you never returned to your original time. You know that don't you." "Yes Mistress" At some level I'd always figured this was a suicide mission. "When you leave here you will return to the year 3000, you will belong to Garia, I get the impression my great great grandchild will need all your services." "As you command" I feel an odd shift in my attitudes. I am still utterly obedient to Mistress Troy, but now I think of Mistress Garia with unrestrained longing. I'm to be hir property, and that's a good thing. "Right, that's the housekeeping done. Now lets get to the interesting bit. I need to forget all about you as quickly as I can, which means I have only one order to give you. Make love to me, unrestrained by any desire but your own. We only get to do this once and I want it to be the best sex either of us have ever had" He gives that crooked smile of his "I may not consciously remember any of this, but I figure what you do next kind of sets my sexuality firmly on the right track." Suddenly the truth hits me like a bolt of lightning, the grandmother effect! Hermaphrodite genes mutate any male or female, causing them to evolve. Troy is male right now! That means if I obey his command and fuck him, my seed will begin the transformation that allows him to resist the bimboization. Not only that, but by tampering with the two she-male intruders I'd probably created the flashpoint incident that led to the Gender War in the first place. In growing horror I realize that my 'subtle intervention' is going to be responsible for the war, the end of the free-will era and the extinction of the male-female sub- species. I hesitate for a fraction of an instant, but no more than that. I am a good boy-girl; I've grown up knowing that nothing is more important than mistress's direct order. Besides, I've been to the future, I know that the world's a utopia, probably a lot better than the job some silly male or female could have done. I wrap him in my arms and kiss him deeply, his tongue responds expertly touching the pleasure points on the roof of my mouth. Our nipples brush against one another, soft- hard cocks bounce against each other, my hands seek out his ass and I slip a finger inside. He twitches as I find the spot, that hole must become relaxed before my duty can be done. I lose myself in the passion, kissing, licking and caressing any body part that presents itself, Troy does the same. We are soon on the floor sliding against each other our skin slick with sweat, his cock enters me, coating itself in my sweet inner nectar, enough by itself to start the changes. To ensure matters I maneuver so that Mistress sits in my lap, my cock fully buried in Mistress's ass, I allow half of my cum to flow, leaving the rest so that we will cum together when he is ready. Just as one of us reaches the edge of orgasm, we change position, nibbling on nipple, rimming or giving head. Finally the raw passion is spent, we lay facing each other pressed close, each of us senses that the slightest touch to his cock will send him over the edge into orgasm. "Oh, you're good Silver, I remember some pretty intense lovers and you're up there in the top five" "Thank you Mistress" I kiss his nose "And now it's time for me to go, I want my earlier self to loose his virginity to the orgasm you're about to give us." he says. In answer I kiss him again. As I watch, his expression changes from one of experience and power to one of innocent wonder. I run a finger along his bulging erection and it's enough to tip him over the edge. The splatter of his cum against my abdomen and the surprised gasp are enough to trigger my own orgasms. I splatter his chest with cum and pussy juice, which we eagerly rub in. "Oh Pet, I love you" He whispers. It's nice of him to say, but I know for a fact he won't meet his true love for about another three days or so. "So tired." he mumbles running a hand along his torso smearing my bio-active cum into muscles that will soon be breasts. My hypnotic command is beginning to take effect, soon the battle between his lust and the need to forget will be lost. Selfishly I hold him close prolonging things as far as I can. He looks me in the eye. There's no recognition, just the relaxed post-sexual warmth. My heightened sense of smell already detects the subtle changes in his body odor; the evolution has already begun. "Who?" he asks before his eyes close and his face relaxes into innocent sleep. I stay there entangled with him watching him sleep. It will take about six hours for my hypnotic commands to do their job, deleting all those future memories and yet leaving him a few mental skills he may find useful buried deep in his sub-conscious. The physical changes will take longer; wombs don't grow overnight after all. After about four hours I slowly extract myself and drape his bathrobe over his sleeping form, I get dressed and collect the various up-time items that need to come back with me. One last thing before I get out of there, one thing to check. I sit cross-legged in front of him and telepathically I read his mind, very very careful not to be detected, looking for one thing, deep deep below the surface. There! At the very deepest level of his sub-conscious mind, a small yet profound change, something he won't notice until circumstances are perfect. Without any hypnotic tampering our lovemaking has altered his sexual preference. he's profoundly hermaphroditic now, the desire to create others like hirself and have children by them is there at the instinct level. he will accept what he is becoming, and revel in it, eager for completion. I don't dare kiss him goodbye, but I must leave something, I strip off one of my fingerless gloves dropping it next to his head. I feel a sense of completion; it's time to go back to the future now. My new mistress is waiting, S'He will have orders for me to obey. Eagerly I run to the garage. It takes me another hour to find a bit of road empty enough to get up to required 88 mph. The last I see of the 20th century are two burning tire trails in the rear view mirror. --- Three days later, Bath University Troy's story: I stack the last box in my new room and head down to the kitchen I will be sharing with the other students. Their names are Jamie, Jack, Steve, Dafyd and some other guy I haven't met yet. All of them seem to be top-notch athletes, slim well- muscled boys, each with a face that could melt a girl's heart. There's no doubt we'll be pulling the dates, left and right. I wonder what the chances were that these digs wouldn't have a single ugly-boy. Jamie is in the kitchen wearing his cycling lycra, my eyes wander toward his butt. I blink. What is up with me lately? I've been checking the packing on the guys and imagining what they'd look like with breasts or what a skirt would look like with a tent-pole projecting forward. I feel a tightness in my groin, my scrotum's gotten smaller recently; sort of holding my balls tight in their cavity, like it would if it were cold. I'll have to slip to the bathroom later and check. I think it looks way cool, having a cock above that tight smoothness. Somehow I know this is a continuing process, and I can't wait to see what subtle changes are revealed. Without noticing what I'm doing I move my leather gloved hand to my bullet hard nipple and give it a tweak.. I only have the one fingerless glove, I don't remember where I got it but somehow it's important, I wear it often even though I haven't got the other half of the pair. For some reason wearing it gives me an inner warmth, sort of deep behind my belly button. Jamie bustles past me and I turn to watch him departure, losing my train of thought. He is such a hunk, and with a little improvement he'd be perfect. --- One thousand years later, New Orleans Pet's Story: I look up at the statue that stands astride the great Mississippi, its head lost in the clouds. It's dressed in a short jacket that ends just below the breasts, leaving the midriff exposed. Wide hips hold up a pair of low cut, skin tight pants that stop about halfway between the knees and ankles. There's a door in the naked big toe for tourist access. I used to be embarrassed by that statue. but now I understand why S'He had it made that way. Another message intended to survive the passage of time. The left hand is missing its glove, at some point my hypnotic suppression of hir memory must have failed. I turn toward my Mistress. Garia knows I used to hate my statue and is thinking to tease me about it. "Don't go there Garia" I warn laughing "I've changed my mind, I think it's cute" "Spoil sport!" pouts my mistress, hir green hair flowing in the wind. I take hir hand and kiss hir. Garia has said that I don't need permission to show my affection for hir; an order I'm happy to obey. I spend the next few minutes pleasuring hir, my finger running around hir pouting lower lips and up to hir cockhead . Finally I break away and ask " So, what next?" "I'm told there's trouble out near the Tau Ceti border, something about fishing rights. The Free Worlds League has been deploying some sort of genetic reverters, we've got a whole colony needing urgent re-hermaphroditization." says my Mistress with distaste. "Mistress Troy should never have let those Inuit males retain their gender. They've been nothing but trouble ever since" I grumble. I glance up, overhead the Cruisers Wreaththu Dawn and Bimbo-Boy are hanging in low orbit filling the sky, the muzzles of their transgenetic inducers visible even at this great distance. "Shouldn't be a problem though" I reply, pulling on my remaining glove.