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The Sorceress' Apprentice Up until a year ago, I was a self-confessed "Old Fart", 57, a tenured history professor at a large urban campus. Looking at me with a jaundiced eye, an observer would have noted the following: 6', 175 lb., balding on top, out of control mustache, but I did clean up well enough to be presentable. I was no woman's wet dream, but not really ugly either. All of my hair had grown senile and migrated down to my chest and belly, but at least I had avoided a hairy back. Most of my life I have dabbled in cross-dressing, starting in my teens, but as you can figure out from the above description, I was never going to pass. My wife and I had divorced about 20 years before, when she had gotten tired of "professorial poverty" as she called it and married a car salesman of all things. To be truthful, I didn't miss her constant bitching about money and damned near everything about me. My existence was more or less serene, if incredibly boring. I had just started my lecture on "Theodore Roosevelt: The Ragtime Revolutionary", when she slipped into the back of the room. Having already taken attendance, I supposed she was auditing the class. Even from a distance she was a striking looking woman, I guessed in her early thirties and it wasn't until after class, that she approached and I saw those incredible eyes of hers. So blue as to be almost violet, coupled with raven black hair, which swept below her shoulders. I managed not to be completely tongue-tied, as she asked me a couple of questions and inasmuch as she was not a student, invited her out for coffee and a sandwich, so that we could continue our conversation. They say that you measure a person's intelligence by how much they agree with you. If that is true, Marie was a feminine Einstein. She suggested a home-cooked meal, Saturday night and I accepted with alacrity. After we parted, I knew how a pilot felt when he "augured-in" an airplane. I was just stunned. A vision like Marie had just asked me out for a date and she even had laughed at my terrible puns. I was an easy target and she just swooped in for the kill. Saturday afternoon, I waxed and polished the car. It was an MGTF, which I had always admired for its looks. The sweeping fender line, the headlamps streamlined into the fenders and the classic boot with the wire wheeled spare. It was my pride and joy. I had bought it used in the 60's and had over the years restored it to it's pristine beauty, finished in a dark forest green, with tan leather upholstery and a walnut finished dash, (excuse me, fascia panel) and walnut steering wheel and shift knob. The drive train of the TF, in particular the valves and heads, had never been known for its' reliability, so not being wedded to the damned engine, I swapped it out for a MGA twin-cam, its' four-speed and a Normanville De Laycock overdrive for the top two gears. I added a pair of Weber dual throat carburetors (with velocity stacks) and an electronic ignition system. I retained the original engine and transmission in case that I would ever want to sell it, but all in all I was satisfied with it's' performance. It still was not a model of Toyota or Honda-like reliability but with the amount of miles I put on it during a year, it sufficed. Besides, what more proper conveyance could a history professor drive, but a piece of history itself? I dressed with care as my usual "tweedy" self, including a grey shooting jacket with leather elbow patches, a maroon vest and a regimental tie, squared my official "Cheese-cutter's" Cap of tan suede and set off with a bottle of Claret and a dozen roses. Marie's house was almost in the country and looked like a French farmhouse. I walked up to the arched entryway and rang the bell. I heard a bit of a clatter and the door swung open. She was just as I had remembered her, only more so. For one thing she seemed a lot taller, I thought at first she was standing on a step when she opened the door, but no, being 5'8", by the time she had slipped on a pair of 6" heels, she was 2" taller than I was. The rest of her outfit was fairly demure, a long pencil skirt and a white satin blouse, only her nipples seemed to want to poke holes in the blouse. I heard myself stutter "Hi!" She took my proffered bottle of Claret and a dozen roses I'd picked up. Taking me by the arm, she gave me a peck on the cheek. "Wine and Roses?" she said, "are you Jack Lemmon and I Shirley McLaine?" We had a chuckle about that; she took my cap and jacket and put them into the hall closet. "I hope you brought your appetite too, I have been slaving over stove for hours!" She smirked at me and I smiled back. She ushered me into the dining room, seated me and went off into the kitchen, returning with a plate for each of us and a bottle of Pinot Noir. The plates had a small salad, a Filet Mignon, soaked in a bordelaise sauce and a baked potato soaked in butter. A girl after my own heart to say the least! She skipped back out and music filled the room in the background, Barry Tuckwell doing Mozart I believe and returned with vinaigrette dressing and a bowl of Rocqfort Crumbs for the salads. We chatted in between bites and although it was delicious, the meal was over far too soon for my taste, because I was enjoying her company so very much. She took the plates into the kitchen and returned with a bottle, which I recognized from my infrequent tasting as Cognac, specifically Louis XIII. My god, the woman was absolutely perfect! "Grab up a couple of Snifters and join me in the Parlor!" I rushed to acquiesce. By the time I made it to the parlor, the music had progressed to Eine Kliene Nachtmusick and my hostess was seated in a love seat with an end table at each end. I set the snifters down next to the decanter and poured us each a couple of fingers into each one and handed her one, while I took the other. I looked around for a chair and she said: "No, please sit next to me." I was not about to argue. Over the course of the next hour, we chatted about several things and somehow got on the subject of Erotic Literature. Marie revealed that one of her favorites was the "Story of O", to which I raised an eyebrow. Her favorite character was Anne-Marie, the Maitresse who had ringed and branded "O". This was a new development to say the least. She said she was somewhat disappointed though that Anne-Marie had no males in her stable and that she would probably never actually whip a slave herself, much less brand one, but she was very interested in the concept of owning a slave and keeping one in bondage. I shifted nervously in my seat and she scooted closer, making me a bit more uncomfortable, not only from the raging hard-on I had, but from my body blushing all over. How could she know? The drinks were set aside and she reached over, took my head in her hands and kissed me like I had never been kissed before. It was as if she sucked my soul out. (She already had my heart) I was used to being the aggressor and this was entirely new. I had never had anyone actively seduce me before and I just melted. I had not planned on making a move on Marie this evening and so had worn a pair of black satin panties underneath my clothes. What the hell was I going to do now? Marie settled the question for me, by reaching into my pants and fondling me. When it dawned on her what I was wearing, a beatific smile crossed her face and she said: "Oh my, what a naughty boy we have here, wearing panties" There didn't seem to be an answer to that and while I was still formulating one, she put her other hand behind my head, forced my mouth open with her lips and began to tongue fuck my mouth. I thought I was going to totally embarrass myself by cumming in my panties! Just in time she backed off and proceeded to undo my tie, unbutton my shirt, open my belt and slide my pants down. She stood up and smiled down at me saying; "Well continue, I want to see it all, but you can leave your panties on!" She smirked as I nervously divested myself of the rest of my clothing. "Tsk, Tsk, You won't make much of a female with all of that hair" "Would you like to be my "Special Lover"?" she asked. Thinking I knew what she meant, I said yes and she took my discarded tie, looped it over my wrists in back of me and strung the rest through my legs, using it as a leash and led me from the room. We passed through her bedroom, dominated by a huge canopy bed and went straight to her bathroom. She instructed me to get into the bathtub and reaching under the sink, came out with a dispenser of "Nair". She slipped a pair of rubber gloves on and then smeared it all over my chest, arms, genitals and legs. "Just stand there until I get back, it takes a while for that stuff to work!" I had tried this stuff before, but it had never worked to my satisfaction, but maybe she knew something I didn't so I stood there. She rustled about in her bedroom for about 15 minutes or so and then came back in to collect me. What a vision! Marie had discarded her skirt and blouse. Standing before me in just stockings, heels and an impossibly small waisted corset. My mouth just hung open, but my cock did my talking for me, hardening up to its 8-? inches immediately. She smiled at my gaping face, stroked my cock and proceeded to wash off all the goo and my body hair. Once I was deemed acceptable, she dried me off and worked some lotion into my body. "This is a skin softener, it will also help in keeping the hair from growing back." I was arguing with no one and when she had finished, she led me out of the tub and the bathroom, back into her bedroom. Before releasing my hands from behind me, Marie secured a pair of suspension cuffs around my wrists, removed the tie and clipped one of the cuffs to a ring suspended from the frame of her bed, quickly followed by the other. I was left standing on the flat of my feet and almost comfortable except for my arms being stretched out above my head. "You are familiar with the concept of a "Lacing Bar", No?" I said I was and she said "Good, now for your corset". It was an innocuous looking thing, the standard fare, with hooks in the front and lacing in the back. It also had 8 suspenders hanging from the bottom. The corset was in a virginal white satin, suiting my current position, I suppose, never having worn one. Marie slipped it around my waist, did up all the hooks and then proceeded to slowly draw in my waist. As she worked it got tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe and passed out. I awoke to a pair of lips on my cock, breathing in short gasps and wondering about the weight I felt on my chest. I looked down and through a pair of breasts, I could see Marie lovingly sucking gently on me. "Breasts?" I thought? I looked again and there they were, I looked up and in the mirror at the head of the bed, there was a petite woman staring back at me, albeit with a raging hard-on. Marie, by this time, had risen and walked around behind me. My feet no longer were flat on the floor and my hands were nowhere near the support of the bed. I had shrunk! And what's more, when her hands came around and tweaked my nipples, I jerked and the woman in the mirror did too! "You like her, yes?" My cock was assenting even if I was at a loss for words. She whispered in my ear: "If you are not enjoying yourself, just say "uncle" and I will release you and you will revert back to your male body". "Saying uncle" was the furthest thing from my mind. I had to see how this played out. She unclipped the cuffs and drew my arms behind me once again. I was immediately aware of how unstable I was and damned near fell. "Not used to 7" heels?" I had to agree, even with my size 11 men's foot, the most I had dared while dressing was a 5" heel. Now with my feel so much smaller, (I found out, 8 ? women's size) my feet were vertical descending into the shoes and my toes took a sharp 90 degree turn to keep them flat on the ground. Even with these obscene heels on, I was now much shorter than Marie. I gave her a questioning glance and she said, "Yes, my darling you are much shorter, only 5' 1", 5' 8" in your heels, you measure 34x21x34. You can wear either a large "B" or small "C" cup and the corset reduces you down to 17" around the waist. Your Cock is still the same size, the same size as your ladies' heels, only it looks much bigger now in contrast." Looking at me, she said, "I lied though, I like cock too much to have taken it away and now I have a female slave with "something extra", which I have always wanted." Knowing I had an "out" by saying uncle, I decided to see where this would lead. Marie grabbed my cock and steered me onto the bed, again releasing my wrists long enough to fasten them to the headboard. She pressed a button on the table next to the bed and the drop cloth moved back revealing a mirror overhead. I had a front row seat for what was to happen. "I intend to educate you my dear, in how I wish to be pleased. What I do to you, you must remember so that you can do the same to me when your education is complete, because I like to be on the bottom sometimes." She removed the ankle strap from her left shoe, looped it underneath my balls, crossed it over behind my cock and then continued to wrap it around the front where she buckled it off. If anything that only made me harder, having that "figure 8" of black patent secured around me. She decided that I should first get used to my breasts as an erogenous zone, so she began to caress, lick, suck and nibble at my nipples. She was driving me insane with desire, the strap around my cock was the only thing preventing me from painting the mirror above us with my cum! After awhile of driving me nuts, she positioned herself over me and slowly sank down. I have never felt molten lava, but that must be what it feels like. She was incredibly wet and her cunt temperature must have been at least 10 degrees hotter than the rest of her body. It reminded me of Peggy Lee and the song "Fever". She certainly was giving me a fever, reaching down to continue her breast play and slowly posting on me. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, she reached down on the up stroke and released the strap and I lost it as she punched down on the down stroke, grinding herself into me, threatening to "unscrew" my cock. I had never had an orgasm like that. I emptied 20 years of loneliness into her grasping sweet hot cunt. Although Marie had a crashing orgasm of her own, she was not quite finished with me, crawling up to position her cream-filled cunt over my mouth. "Now lick me gently, like a girl, go up each of the lips, then flick my clit." "Mmmmmmm! Darling, now suck me clean. Slowly, as if you are savoring every drop of our juices." I couldn't reply, my mouth being full of creamy cunt, but that is what I was doing anyway, trying hard not to suck her inside out, she had made me ravenous. Eventually my attentions were rewarded and she tightened her thighs around my head and gushed out her juices into my open mouth. After that, she released my hands and we cuddled until we went to sleep. Next morning I awoke to a pair of lips lightly sucking me, licking my balls and generally driving me crazy. She also had a finger, then two embedded in my ass, driving me right up the wall. My God! I thought, this woman is good! It didn't take much of this before I lost it and she sucked it all in before giving me one of those soul sucking kisses which left me with a mouthful of my own cum. I didn't demure, but swallowed as she did; thinking it was somewhat tasty. Soon afterward, she worked my now-flaccid cock and balls through a contraption of three metal rings, one of which surrounded my whole package, one that held my balls and another that encircled the base of my cock. This was not the end of the surprises, however. The attached straps in front she ran up to "D" rings on my corset adjacent to the garter straps and then she threaded an inflatable butt plug on the rear strap, the plug was inserted in my now receptive ass, the strap secured like the ones in front. She gave the inflating bulb a few squeezes and now I had a very full, but not unwelcome, feeling. She swatted me on the ass and told me she was going to take a shower and that I was in charge of making breakfast. This being the first time we had not been together since my abrupt transformation, I took a couple of minutes to examine myself. The corset was very tight, ending in ? cups at the top, which exposed my breasts and sort of put them on the shelf as it were. The stockings were opaque white with little rosettes at the top. (Very Fancy) And the shoes were white pumps with an ankle strap, only the ankle straps were locked. There would be no escaping these shoes. As I turned my back to the mirror, I noticed straps over the lacing of the corset, which employed flat luggage locks. There would be no escape from the corset either. Having confirmed my suspicions, I tottered off to the kitchen to rustle up some breakfast. Just inside the door, I found a frilly white apron, which I decided to use to avoid any hot grease or whatever splashing on my exposed cock. It was the kind that you put over your head and the straps were heavily ruffled, as was the apron part itself and there were wide satin ties, which I made into a big bow in the small of my back. I was almost decent for the first time in 12 hours, as long as I did not turn my back to anyone. I found some eggs and bagels and decided that these, along with coffee and juice just about tested my culinary talents to the max. I scrambled the eggs, brewed the coffee, warmed the bagels and spread cream cheese on them. I found a cart and a cover and placed the orange juice, a coffeepot and a couple of saucers and cups on the cart. I followed this with condiments and cream. I put the silver cover over the entire lot and wheeled the cart back to the bedroom. Marie had already emerged from the shower and was wearing a black negligee and apparently nothing else. She had climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up to her waist, while she sat leaning back against freshly fluffed pillows. By this time, prancing about in the apron, I had gotten a raging hard-on from the satin lining teasing me. The butt plug didn't help either. Every time I moved, it moved in me, almost fucking me as I walked. When she saw my condition she smiled and said, "I guess we'll have to do something about that after breakfast!" I rolled the cart up next to the bed and served her, then knelt and had my own breakfast. It was delicious if I say so myself. Just then I noticed she had a tape playing in the VCR without the sound on. It was a series of vignettes of women fucking men with a strap-on. I gazed enraptured as a succession of beautiful women fucked their men in a variety of positions. "You like the movie sweetie?" she asked. I just moaned, my cock getting harder, this had been one of my fantasies since starting to play dress up. "Perhaps we can do something about that after you've finished eating, but you will have to help me." I looked inquiringly at her and she produced a tangle of black latex from under the sheets. It looked like a pair of panties but with three dildoes attached. Having gotten my undivided attention, she glided out of bed and began to slip them up her legs. "Will you hold them up while I get the plugs in?" I held onto the sides and she slipped the lubricated long thin probe into her ass and then with a bit of maneuvering, she slid the fat cock into her cunt. It went right in, no lubrication required. She got a dazed dreamy expression on her face, then lifted the front of the panties and the cock attached to the front flipped up and slapped me in the face. I drew the zippers up on each side, her "cock" staring me in the face. "Gonna get it wet for you sweetie?" "Suck on it real slow!" I did as she asked, at one point amazing myself by getting the tip into my throat. "Get up on the bed love!" she said and I got up on my heels again and sat on the edge of the bed. She used some KY on her "cock" and then unlocked the strap holding the inflatable butt plug in my ass, released the valve and it popped out leaving me feeling empty. With a huge smile on her face she said "Now you will feel what it is like to be a woman!" At that point, she lifted my legs up, placing a heel over each of her shoulders and slipped the head in my quivering ass. "You like that my little one?" I just groaned, the feeling was exquisite. She continued to press forward until my legs were doubled back and she was fully seated in me, tickling my prostate. She tweaked my nipples, leaned over to kiss me and started fucking me. With each thrust in she drove me higher and higher. I started to drool from the tip of my cock and she noticed this and rubbed her finger on me, smearing the pre-cum around and with a devilish smile, licked it off. All the while she was fucking me, fast and shallow, deep and rotating her hips to make me feel it all. She slipped my legs off her shoulders and immediately grasped my wrists and held them to the bed. Her grip and strength amazed me. I wrapped my silken clad legs around her and urged her deeper into me. She gazed at me through half-lidded eyes and then they seem to glaze over as she shouted: "Oh God! Oh God!" And just before the third such utterance, I began to cum. We ground into each other, our passion wanting to weld each other to the other. I do not think I ever came as hard and as long as I did, it just seemed to go on forever. We collapsed and somewhat later, I woke up and Marie was not in bed with me. My corset had been removed and the stockings and shoes were on the floor next to the bed. I stretched and noticed I did not have breasts anymore. I don't know if I was sorry or relieved. The last evening and this morning had opened up a world of possibilities for me and I didn't want them to end. Just as this was passing through my mind, Marie appeared with a couple of cokes. While I was interested in a cold soda to wash the buffalo shit out of my mouth, I was distracted somewhat by the flash of something metallic on her nipples. On closer inspection, I saw that her nipples were pierced! "I see you like my jewelry!" "I had them done and the clit ring when I subbed for a master in my twenties." "I took them out last night, because for out first encounter, I didn't want to do anything that would "scare the horses" and send you off screaming into the night." She spread her legs then and I saw the ring in her clit hood. I just had to lick it and put my arms around her and dove in tongue first. She was already wet! Where had this woman been all my life! "Not now, you naughty boy, although I love it, it is time for us to talk". "Have you enjoyed being my submissive slut?" she asked. I told her I had never had such a wonderful experience in my life, but how did she do it? "It is really simple," she said, "I laced you into what I call my "Zauber Korsette", it has magical properties which will transform the wearer into whatever he or she wants most deeply in their subconscious." (Hell, I had even wanted some of what we had in my conscious fantasy moments!) "I was just overwhelmed; I never in my life would have believed that I could really experienced what I have since meeting you!" Her smile lit up the room. "Then we can play again?" she said. "You will have to hire a bodyguard to keep me away!" "Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it! I suppose you would like to get together again next weekend?" She said. I jumped at the chance. "When, where?" "Oh aren't we the eager beaver, I noted that you are not lecturing next week after Thursday morning, how about if I pick you up at noon on Thursday?" I said I had a faculty meeting at one, but that I would blow that off, I have been bored enough by that over the years. She clapped her hands with glee and so it was set, she would pick me up at the campus and we would have the whole-extended weekend together, but she warned me it might get more intense. (More intense? She had already blown most of my brains circuit breakers!) "How intense/" I queried. "Since you like my piercings I thought I might treat you to a set, but I must warn you, that the piercings do not go away like your breasts, when the corset is removed." This gave me pause, but I promised to think about it during the coming week. "That's fine darling, I want you to make a conscious choice to do this for me!" She replied after kissing me. "I have a favor to ask of you, will you do me a favor?" Marie smiled at me. I asked what? She said: I want to spend the afternoon as your bound slave and I want you to fuck me in the ass, like I did you, only I like it doggie style!" At that my cock rose to attention and I said "Anything to Please Milady" like a cavalier. She fairly leaped from the bed and threw open a large walk-in closet and asked me to pick what I liked for her. It was a fetish fantasy come true. I wandered about for awhile and finally selected a combination that would really turn me on: a leather wasp-waist corset, a severely tapered leather armbinder, a pair of ballet ankle boots that locked on and a formidable vibrator: 10x2". Marie had a lacing bar, which she had not used on me and I beckoned her forward. With a sly grin, she gripped the bar and I buckled the suspension straps to her wrists. I found the remote for the winch and raised her until the tips of her toes cleared the floor. I searched around in the closet and found a pair of sheer black nylons with a seam up the back and rolled them up her legs, leaving them rolled just over the top of her knees. Next, I undid the hooks on the busk of the corset and wrapped it about her waist, spending some time adjusting it so that it came in contact with the flesh at the bottom of her breasts. I also played with the delightful nipple rings and even pulled on each with my teeth. She just gave off a low moan of frustration. Having things, as I wanted them, I walked around to her back and began to draw in the laces to the corset. I started by tightening up the top, then the bottom and finally took up all the slack in the middle. Allowing for a bit of rest and her to get used to the constriction thus far, I drew up the stockings and attached them to the eight garters suspended from the corset and drew these up tight once secured. Her seams were nice and straight and I snapped the garters, which produced a startled "Oh!" From her. Back to the task at hand, the next round of lacing closed the back to within an inch of full closure. Marie was starting to breathe more quickly now, no doubt from the effect of having her waist so compressed. Out of curiosity, I grabbed a tape measure and found that her waist measured 19 inches, with an inch to go yet! For this interlude, I decided to put her ballet boots on. I noticed that there were gel pads inside the toes and she should be able to stand in them without too much strain on her toes. I laced them up tightly, to give her ankles support, then pulled on the locking cuffs to make them as tight as I could and slipped the little heart-shaped padlocks in the hasps. I hit the remote again, drawing her up an inch or two more so that now she was perched on the tip of the 9" heels. Now using all of my strength, I drew the back closed. God she was beautiful standing there like that. Fortunately, the corset I had selected ended above her hips on the sides and I was assured she would be able to bend over at the hips. Marie was starting to feel faint, I could tell from looking at her and I remembered my feelings at being in her predicament the previous evening, so grasping her waist, I grabbed the remote and lowered her until she was resting with her legs folded under her. I had no resistance when I unbuckled her wrists from the bar. Her arms just flopped down to her sides, making it easy for me to introduce the armbinder about her wrists. I maneuvered her hands into the single glove until her fingertips touched bottom, laced the glove closed to that point and took a leather strap to keep it that way by wrapping it around her wrists. Now I took the straps at the top of the glove and looped one under her armpit, across the top of her chest and let it hang over her opposite shoulder, following through with the second one and buckled them loosely to the top of the monoglove. I started lacing it up; inexorably drawing her elbows together, until I had it closed from top to bottom, the laces straining against the grommets. I tightened the shoulder straps and noticing another strap right at the elbows, pulled it around from each side and clasped it together with the luggage lock. Raising Marie from her folded position to her knees, with her back straight now, I presented her with my cock, which she, in spite of the difficulty of her position, began to devour. I let her "have her head" for a while before gathering her hair and pulling her off of me, with weak moans of protest. I lifted her up and placed her on her knees on the bed and gently pressed her head to the sheets. Grabbing some rope, I bound her ankles about three feet apart, using the head board post and the footboard post as anchoring points. She was now totally vulnerable and I got a penis gag and placed it in her mouth and after strapping it in place, gave the pump a few squeezes to fill it out. By this time she was absolutely dripping, so I got the vibrator and rubbed it around her nether lips to get the head moist. I needn't have bothered, it slipped right in when she hunched back impaling herself on the first couple of inches. Being a gentleman, I slowly fed her the remainder, rotating it slightly every couple of inches until it was seated home. Appreciative noises emanated from behind her gag. I found a pair of latex gloves and put them on and liberally coated them with lubricant and started opening her rosebud. After initial resistance, it soon flowered and I was able to get three fingers inside her. She was becoming more vocal behind the gag. Showtime! I used the rest of the lube on myself and positioned my cock at her perfectly puckered pinhole. She tried to meet me again, but I held her tight and went in at my own pace. She was babbling at this point. God she was tight! The vibrator only made it worse, but like a good workman, I began sawing open her delectable arse. The more I pumped, the more she squealed and moaned, I was getting really worked up in spite of the events of the last 24 hours and began to really give it to her, then reached below and turned the vibrator on. Marie tried to rise off the bed, but I stayed in the saddle, the vibrations coming through her membrane directly onto me. I gave her about 10 more strokes, which threatened to detach my cock from my crotch and at last she clamped down with her sweet ass and I came pumping all my life force into her. As I gathered up my energy, I released her from the monoglove, the gag and loosened the corset. As she came around, she grabbed my head and gave me another of those soul-sucking kisses. "Now you know, I do those things to you so you will know what they feel like when you do them to me!" I could not argue with her logic, because I had felt the same sort of intensity when I had been "her female". The following week just dragged, it seemed interminable. I spent a lot of time daydreaming about Marie. My lectures even suffered, I had been doing this for a long time now and had it down by rote, but still stumbled over the subject matter whenever I had a momentary flash of the time I had spent with Marie. As she had asked, I did mull over the notion of getting pierced and by Wednesday night, had decided to go for it. She appeared at the end of the Thursday lecture and arm in arm we strolled out to her car. I was in for another shock. She had a Porsche 904, probably the most sensuous cars ever to come out of the factory. I asked what engine it had in it and she replied that not wanting to give in to excess, there was a street-legal 911S six installed, which gave it enough oomph and wasn't all that fussy either. I got in and she expertly piloted us onto the highway toward her house. When we had arrived, I mentioned that I had thought over her request about the piercings and had decided to acquiesce to her desire. She positively beamed and gave me another of those soul-sucking kisses. "We have to get you prepared!" She said gleefully and practically dragged me up to her boudoir, where we repeated the sequence of the previous Saturday night, only this time she had chosen black as the theme. She took advantage of the interlude to dress in a red leather catsuit, with an outside corset and boots that laced to over the knee. Once I had come around, this time I noticed I had on ankle boots, with only a 6-inch heel, but they were securely locked on also. "They are your "walking shoes" it is far too difficult to walk on sidewalks with the 7 inchers, I know from experience." They did give me wonderful support in the ankles and made walking a bit easier. Then she followed up with an armbinder like I had used on her Sunday and laced me into it until my forearms were welded together. I never felt so helpless and excited at the same time! She walked me back down the stairs, (no mean feat in those heels) and reaching into the closet, withdrew a hooded cape and draped it over me. "Now aside from the boots, you look almost "Vanilla" for the neighborhood we are going to!" She wrapped her arm about me and we walked out to the car, where she helped me into my seat and buckled the competition harness over me. As she tightened each strap well beyond what was required for a 100 mph crash, she said: "There, you are nice and safe!" I was so safe I couldn't move! After all of that, she drove sedately to a seedier side of the city, where I was helped out of the harness, (with a quick grope of my crotch" and ultimately out of the car. We had been lucky, only having had to walk about a half a block to our destination. She was right; we barely caught a glance, what with all the kids in their "Goth" regalia. My feet didn't hurt too badly once we had entered the piercing parlor. We went immediately over to a tall bald man with a nametag that said "Ray" and she reached up and pecked him on the cheek. "Ray, this is my new toy and I would like her fitted out like you did me for Jack." Well, they certainly knew each other and "Jack" must have been the name of the dominant lover from all those years ago. Ray smiled at us, a particularly predatory grin in my direction and invited us into the back room. Sparse was a good word to describe the room; there were a couple of chairs, a table with the tools of the trade and a couple of bottles of antiseptic. There was also a pole, used as a structural support in the middle of the room, about 3 inches in diameter. An autoclave was on the far wall and Ray took his needles, three 10 gauge rings, some Pennington Forceps and placed them in the autoclave to sterilize them. When he went over to the sink to wash up, Marie unbuttoned my cape and hung it on a nearby hook. Again, with her arm around me she walked me over to the pole and stood me with my back to it. She reached into her bag and pulled out some straps. She buckled one above and one below my breasts, another at my hips, one above and one below my knees and finished up with another around my ankles. Just then, Ray turned around while snapping on a pair of surgical gloves and lifted an eyebrow at the sight of my cock and balls. I blushed madly, I was so tightly bound I couldn't even shiver. "Rather a nice example of a shemale, we don't see many around here that do it so well! Does it work?" he said, glancing at my cock. Marie said with a wide grin: "Ray you know me, if it didn't work, would I have any long term use for her?" The moment of truth arrived; Ray opened up the autoclave and produced a number of needles. (Why had I agreed to this, I HATE needles, I never would have made a good junkie just for this reason.) Marie came over and sucked on my right nipple and magically it went numb! Ray was right behind her, using one of the needles and a cork to force the needle through. Much to my amazement, I didn't feel a thing. By this time, Marie had finished sucking my left nipple, distending it like the first and Ray followed up with another needle. Now Ray produced a pair of Stainless steel rings and inserting one after the other into the ends of the needles forced them through and using a pair of odd-looking pliers snapped them shut! By this time, Marie was sucking on the head of my cock, leaving it numb but hard and Ray used another needle to pierce my frenum, Marie sucked on the loose skin behind my balls and Ray pierced there also. Another pair of rings followed the needles through the newly pierced skin and we were done! Oddly enough, I felt no pain, only a warm glow and a slight heat at each of my wounds. Marie, with a playful smirk, took three small bells out of her coat pocket, clipped one each to my nipple rings and the third, she used to clip my other two piercings together! Standing back, admiring her work, she said: "Now you are my little Tinkerbelle!" I winced at the pun, as she released me from the pole. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Ray has to be paid love and I think it only fair that you pay him as I was required to do when I was pierced." Unfortunately, when she forced me to my knees, I realized what the tariff was going to be, as Ray strode over in front of me and unbuckled his leather jeans. For such a skinny guy, he sure was hung! Nine or ten inches and two across, He swabbed the head across my lips and on the second pass, I opened up and he popped into my mouth. I felt completely full and I only had a little more than the head in! I came to my senses and started to do a little action with my tongue on his frenum and it jumped in my mouth and started to leak. He let me work at my own pace for awhile, but then started to fuck my face, grabbing onto the back of my head and forcing his head into my throat. I gagged a couple of times, but amazingly enough was starting to enjoy it! It brought out all of my submissiveness and I just surrendered to his pleasantly plundering penis. I sort of went into a zone, accepting him and drifting into a sexual languor when I was jolted by his cumming. He must have been saving it; I tried but could not get it all, as he filled my throat and mouth, some escaping past my lips. I almost passed out from the pleasure of it all. Ray stepped back and said" "Shit Marie, she's better than you were, that bitch has a mouth on her!" Marie stuck her tongue out at him and proceeded to lap up the excess like a cat with cream. She leaned over again and said, "You liked that didn't you? You are going to be such a lovely little slut!" I was forced to agree, I had been in a place I had never been and had fantasized about and the reality was even better. At that, she helped me to my feet, draped the cape over me, put her arm possessively around my waist and led me out of the parlor as if nothing had happened. Something had happened though and I knew that this experience had changed me forever in ways I couldn't begin to comprehend. Once back at her place, she led me to her bedroom via a small chain attached to my frenum piercing, having removed the bell. Once there, Marie mounted me and engulfed me until I came in spasms and I once again performed the cleaning ritual on her until she positively exploded, drenching my face with our mingled juices. Marie regained her senses and let me out of the armbinder and as I stretched and worked my cramped muscles, she said, "Lover, that was a first, I have never had an orgasm like that! You have touched something in me that no one else has reached!" "As have you in me, my love." I replied and Ray got a "virgin" also, that was my first cock." "Really? She said in surprise, "you are a natural, then, Ray is hard to please, but you surely brought a smile to his lips." I blushed at being an "expert cocksucker" on my maiden voyage. We spent Friday with me dressed up and Marie used all of her skills to bring me over the top three more times. Saturday I spent in male clothes and teased Marie through several orgasms (one using a feather to caress her clit for an hour), the last one did her in though. I found some mini vibrators and attached them to her nipple and clit rings, then followed up with a clip on her clit proper. By the time I was finished with her, she was in another time zone and actually passed out as she came. I let her sleep for a couple of hours, but then she said it was time for me to "cum out" as it were and she again dressed me. This time, however, I managed to not pass out and actually witnessed my own transformation. It was a marvelous thing to see, with every quarter inch she drew me in; I became more and more feminine, until at last I was the 5'1" pixie again. I started to get hard, but Marie flicked it with her fingernail and I went soft again so that she could maneuver me into what she called her "three ringed circus". It consisted of a large ring at the base, welded to two progressively smaller rings, my balls, were drawn through the base ring and into the second smaller ring, then she worked my cock through the base ring and then through the smallest ring. This was a cockring like I had never seen before and it was apparent that the only way I was getting out of it was if I went soft again. She had slid the guiche piercing out of the second ring and then attached a bell to it, as she also did with my nipple and frenum piercings. The teasingly, she asked if I needed to "tinkle". I groaned at the pun and then she ran a leather strap through where the ball ring and the base ring joined, slipped a cock-shaped plug onto it and with the help of some lube slid it home and locked the strap onto a ring at the bottom of my corset. A pair of 7-inch pumps was placed on my feet. They were exquisite! They had been cut very low on the sides, although not quite to the extent of a D'Orsay pump and the toe box was cut to show some cleavage. Two-Inch double locking ankle straps with a bondage ring on the inside completed the package. They were almost like sandals and without the support of the lacing like the boots had, it was a challenge to walk in them. The practice I had had Thursday and Friday came into play and although not comfortable, I found I could walk with some grace in them. Instead of using handcuffs or an armbinder, Marie went into her closet and came out with two pair of shoes, one pair were ankle strap pumps and the other pair were pumps with a mid-strap and straps that curled all the way up the lower leg. She removed these from the shoes and taking one of the long straps (almost 4-ft. long) she wrapped it around my elbows several times and then secured it with the buckle, thus tying my elbows together. One of the ankle straps then was used to buckle my wrists together. The remaining long strap was looped between my wrists, through the buckle and then routed through the guiche and frenum piercings, leaving a three-foot leash. To make sure I didn't tear my piercings, she wrapped the remaining ankle strap in a criss cross fashion up my swollen cock and tightly buckled it. I was led over to the bed and allowed to lounge on it while she dressed. Marie dressed in a rubber catsuit and pulled on a pair of ankle boots with 6-inch heels. Rising, she walked over and grasped the end of the long strap and, using it as a leash, coaxed me to my feet and led me to her car. Once strapped into my seat she set off towards a place that resembled a real mansion! A valet parked the car and I was led through the enormous entryway into an elevator. We got off on the third floor, entering into an unbelievable scene. We were in a ballroom that was filled with others dressed as we were, every fetish was displayed: Adult babies, TV's, Master and sub, you name it, it was there. Marie took a small remote from her purse and when she clicked it, the plug in my ass began to pulse and vibrate, having an incredible effect on my captured cock! She led me to the person in charge, an older lady, elegantly dressed in leather. "Celeste my dear!" (As she pecked her on the cheek) "I have brought you a little present!" Celeste looked at me like the cat that had swallowed the canary. "Oh my Marie, is this new?" Marie assured her that I was indeed new, so new that I was a virgin to male cock, if not her strap-on. "Absolutely Delicious, my dear Marie and I suppose you came to my soiree to "rectify" that condition!" "That is exactly what I have in mind, Celeste, do you suppose we could reward some poor subbies with a taste of her?" Celeste got a look of concentration on her face and said: "Butt of course, sweetness, but we cannot deny Masters and Mistresses a go at her either, let me do some selections while you have a glass of champagne!" Taking a glass from a passing "French Maid", Marie inched up the orgasometer on the remote and soon had me to the point of helplessly drooling pre-cum. In mere minutes, Celeste returned and with a "May I", took possession of my leash and led me a way to a dais, which was apparently used as a bandstand for less bizarre functions. There appeared to be a bit of a line, a couple of cute transvestites and one that was never going to pass, three men dressed in black leather and a couple of dominatrix in leather with heroically sized strap-ons. I was led over to a horse, with a cutout at one end, the leash was worked out, (as was my buzzing intruder) and the leash was looped and secured to an overhead chain, which forced me into a modified "Strappado" position. Clips were quickly attached to the rings on my ankle straps, forcing my legs apart and my stomach down onto the "horse". The space was a torture device in its own right, preventing my cock from rubbing against anything and thus getting satisfaction. A strap was looped over the small of my back and severely tightened and the buckled. Absolutely helpless only able to move my head, which drooped over the other end of the "horse" Having agreed to solve my virginity problem, the first of the leather men approached with his cock hang out from his chaps, wiped it across my lips a couple of times to get it wet and walked around to my back and slowly leaned in to penetrate my helpless asshole. He wasn't a monster size, so with my previous training, courtesy of Marie, he slowly slid in. My muscles contracted and he said: "Oh my, the bitch really wants it!" and proceeded to fuck me. By this time one of the Transvestites had suck her not unsubstantial member in my mouth and started to fuck me from the other end. This was totally unreal, two hot cocks were using me as a woman and worse yet, I loved it! After about five minutes, I was so hard, I thought I would burst, another five and I did, spraying my cum into a container underneath the horse. My lovers (I couldn't call them rapists) followed suite in rapid succession and I was filled with hot cum in both ends. As they slipped out, the one in my mouth left a long string, which finally broke as she stepped away and I started leaking from the other end, cum going down to stain the tops of my stockings. The non-passable TV started to lick and clean me up and as he did, I started to get hard again, after a moment's drooping and another pair replaced the first and the journey started again. They lasted longer than the first pair, but I didn't cum that time and soon one of the dommes was having her way with me, while Celeste sat on a stool in front of me and offered her cum-filled quim for me to taste. I went at it with enthusiasm, licking and sucking her through three orgasms before she and the other domme desisted. Marie replaced Celeste and the other domme replaced her sister in sadism and fucked me while I devoured Maries' sweet cunt. (Also filled with cum, but whose?) Finally I came again almost as hard as the first time and was again cleaned up by the ugly TV. I was released from my bondage and offered an empty cocktail glass, which Marie filled with the contents of the container that had been below my raging cock the whole time. She smiled and said: "Drink up lover, you're a woman now!" I took a sip, smiled a sly grin and went to seek out the ugly TV. I found him and his mistress and she had him strung up while she used a flogger on him. I begged permission from her to suck him off while she chastised him. With a wry grin, she said: "It sure is nice to find a slut with manners these days!" and gave me permission. I got on one knee and gave him the sluttiest blowjob I could all while she was flailing away at his helpless ass. When he came, he filled my mouth and I had to swallow fast, but I still didn't get it all. He must have really been excited! I thanked his mistress and went back to Marie, reclaimed my "Love cocktail" and sipped on it till we left an hour later. What a night!