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Constructive communications may be sent to either Vanya or Jane at [email protected] - I'll leave the reader to take out the 'removethis' portion. Sunday The following morning I awoke first and looked into Vanya's relaxed, sleeping face. She was so beautiful that I felt something inside begin to well up with the overpowering love I had for this wonderful woman. Resisting the urge to kiss and wake her, I decided to make us both a cup of tea instead. I carefully began to disentangle our limbs and ease out of bed but, as I did so, her eyes flickered open. As recognition came she smiled up at me. I told her to lie still, that I would bring her tea, but she wouldn't have it. "Don't go, Darling. Come here and let's cuddle for a while," she murmured sleepily and pulled me back down against her warm body amid a rustle of soft rubber. I didn't need much urging and we slid our arms around each other to pull our bodies firmly together. We kissed and talked while we cuddled, Vanya continuing to call me Jane, so my new identity was obviously very firmly fixed in her mind. During our cuddling Vanya reached up to caress my breasts, but suddenly sat bolt- upright in bed next to me. "Quick, Jane - take off your nightie!" With more than enough help from her the soft, white rubber garment was finally pulled over my head and dropped onto the bed. No sooner was it off than Vanya dragged down the shoulder-straps of my bra then yanked the cups away from my chest. We both stared in amazement, for the cream and hormones had gone to work overnight. Standing out from my chest were two small but firm, pointy breasts, each topped with my large nipples. Vanya giggled, not quite knowing what to say, whilst I was dumbstruck with surprise. I had not expected the hormones to work even as much as they had by last night and it was obvious from Vanya's reaction that she had expected things to take much longer. Perhaps the hormones she had been feeding me had been dormant until the creams and pills had suddenly triggered the changes to my body. As the thought hit my mind so it fell out of my lips: "How long have you been feeding me hormones, Vanya?" She blushed and quietly answered that it was almost a month and she had been increasing the dose daily, far in excess of the recommended amount. I was dumbstruck. "Jane, they look beautiful!" Vanya whispered eventually and lifted both hands to stroke, cup and feel each of my breasts, with me also trying to feel my new shape. The soft yet firm swellings felt perfect and all of Vanya's touching soon had both nipples firmly erect. There was no doubt about it, my nipples and breasts were even more sensitive than they had been and all the attention was really turning me on despite my churning thoughts! Vanya looked up into my face and realised immediately what was happening for she chuckled huskily and lowered her mouth slowly towards my left nipple. She flicked her tongue rapidly around the nipple then began to gently suck upon it. I gasped with the feeling she was causing and watched as she began to suck as much of MY breast as she could into her warm mouth. She moved over to my right breast and began to suck on it also, the left one glistening with her saliva. She sat up again to cup and hold both forming breasts, her eyes smiling brightly into mine with love, happiness and excitement. "Darling Jane, now you really are my woman. I don't want to let you go, I just want to play with your lovely breasts all day. Tell me, do they feel good? How does it feel when I kiss them?" I told her that she was turning me on with all her caressing and kissing, to which she laughed happily, threw back the duvet and pulled me out of bed. As I got to my feet I felt the slight weight of my breasts for the first time and watched, with Vanya, as they wobbled slightly with each movement. After kissing each breast again, Vanya turned me around, unzipped the back panel and began to unlace my corset. Although it had stopped feeling so tight, it was delightful to feel the corset's grip easing as she worked and tugged at the laces until they gave her enough freedom. I was turned round again and Vanya tugged at the front panels to undo the clips down the front. At last it was unhooked and Vanya dropped the rubber corset to the floor. She stood back to look at me and I also looked down at my body. Below my new, pointed breasts my body was lined from the seams and bones of the corset but, despite the marks, my waist was noticeably slimmer. At my crotch my penis looked much smaller, probably because of the complete absence of pubic hair and below my hairless legs looked completely feminine. Vanya stroked her hands lightly over my body saying "Wearing the corset continuously, even for only a day and two nights, has made quite a difference, Jane. Let me get undressed and we'll take a shower. Then I want to try some new clothes on you. Ones that will show off your new figure." She quickly stripped and, also naked, took me into the bathroom. We brushed our teeth with both of us laughing and enjoying how my breasts shook with each movement. Vanya ran the shower and lead us both into the warm water. She began to wash every inch of me, rubbing the soap vigourously around my penis and bottom, then gently massaging my breasts. With much giggling and laughing, I soaped Vanya, making sure I excited her as much as she had done to me. My longer, painted fingernails were still a little awkward and I was very careful as I slipped a finger gently into Vanya's pussy. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply under the running water, before she pushed me gently away. "Don't do that just yet, Darling. I want you to do something for me first" Vanya told me as she passed me her leg razor and the soap. She added "You feel so fresh and clean without hair so I want you to shave my pussy." She turned so that her back was to the shower to keep the water off the front of her body and me as I began to lather her pubic hair. Squatting down, I carefully began to shave away her small bush of hair, parting her legs so that I could reach the sides of her outer lips. When I told her I was finished she let the water cascade down her front and I soaped her again and washed off the remaining hair. I had to agree with her - she felt delightfully soft as I stroked my hand over her vaginal mound. Vanya turned off the shower, opened the door and reached for a towel. We both used the toilet, with Vanya insisting that I used the bidet, telling me "Don't forget to douche yourself every day, Jane, otherwise I will have to do it for you. You'll find I won't be as gentle!" I didn't hesitate to do it for myself, quite enjoying the rush of cool water in and out of my body. Finally I dried myself off and strolled into the bedroom again. Vanya took a perfumed deodorant and sprayed herself then me. The perfume was delightful and it was exciting to smell so feminine. Opening her wardrobe, Vanya reached to the back of the top shelf and pulled out a large, clear plastic dome with a rubber tube and bulb attached to the top. I was told to sit on the bed as she brought it over to me and placed the dome over my right breast. As she pressed the soft rubber rim against my chest she began to squeeze the bulb, announcing "Your breasts are growing so nicely, Jane, but I'll help them with this developer. It will encourage their growth and stretch the skin a bit to make them bigger and rounder." As she continued squeezing the bulb I watched and felt my breast being sucked into the clear dome, actually growing considerably bigger than the other one. Vanya kept it there for a few minutes, every now and then squeezing the bulb to increase the suction on my breast. Eventually she released a valve and lifted the dome from my breast. There was no doubt that my right breast was now considerably rounder that my pointy-shaped left, to which Vanya now added the dome and began to suck that one into it. Again the valve was released after a while and both of my breasts definitely looked rounder and fuller. "We'll keep using the developer for a few days, Darling. It should help the hormones nicely and make sure you have the figure I want you to have." Vanya picked up the black rubber quarter-cup bra she had dropped onto the stool last night and put it on. Then she walked over to my wardrobe to take out a similar version but in red rubber, saying "I want to try this bra on you, Jane. I think it will be the right size, although I didn't think I'd be able to make you wear for quite some time." She held it up for me to slip my arms through the straps then went behind me to do up the clasp. Returning, she moved and adjusted the tiny cups so that my breasts were supported and lifted, making them look even bigger. She leaned down and kissed each nipple before going back to my wardrobe. From it she took a waspie-style corset of thick black rubber and, as she clipped it around my waist and laced up the back, told me "Your other corset has done an excellent job, Jane and I don't want you to waste all its good work. You must wear a corset virtually all the time then, even when I let you take it off, you will still have a lovely shape." Vanya laced the corset quite tightly, but it was nowhere near as severe as when she had first put me in the other one. After knotting the laces Vanya pulled me over to the mirror. "See how sexy you look, Jane. Do you like your new figure?" The reflection showed my beautiful breasts pushed upwards and outwards by the rubber bra - just like Vanya's - and they looked much bigger now in contrast to my tiny, corseted waist. I also saw that I had not been mistaken earlier; my penis and testicles were definitely smaller with the effect of all the hormone treatment! Vanya laughed at the concern in my voice when I commented on the `shrinkage'. "Don't worry about it, my Darling. I told you the hormones would shrink it to a pretty little clit and besides, it'll soon fit into your tiniest panties without showing. I can still make you orgasm quite easily, so its size doesn't matter anymore, does it, Jane? I suppose I better show you, so let's have a little early morning fun. Here, put these on." She had taken out the rubber panties with the attached hood that she had worn on Friday night and threw them over to me. As I slipped my shaven legs into the soft rubber and pulled them up my hips in anticipation of having Vanya's head trapped against me, Vanya took a similar pair and also put them on. With a smile she pushed the duvet off the bed and pulled me onto the black latex sheet beside her. She coaxed my head down to her lap then wriggled the hood over my face. I felt her stretch the back of it into place then do up the zip to trap my face against her freshly shaved pussy. One side of my panties was pulled away and I felt a gentle probing before the smooth shape of a soft rubber dildo was pressed inside me. The panties were stretched back into place trapping the dildo at full penetration. Vanya squirmed about beside me then I felt her warm breath on my groin as she slid her own head into the other hood. I reached down to help her, managing to tug down the zip and caress her rubber covered head against my groin. In total blackness, surrounded by the smell of the rubber and Vanya's natural perfume, I stroked the tip of my tongue along the crack between her lips. I was rewarded by feeling Vanya suck the entire, though shorter, length of me into her mouth. She didn't stop there, however, for she then also sucked my testicles into her mouth as well and began to gently chew on the root of me. I groaned with the feeling she was causing then went to work on her pussy in earnest. Vanya rolled on top of me, spreading her legs as she did so, to push her wet and sticky pussy hard against my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her hips and licked and sucked on her exposed inner lips. Vanya's mouth continued to chew and suck on me with fantastic effect, then I felt her hands move up my body to caress my breasts where they poked over the top of my bra. She began to pull and roll my nipples which had always felt good, but now the feeling was incredible. I couldn't believe how quickly Vanya was turning me on with her mouth and hands and I had a great deal of difficulty concentrating on what I was doing to her lovely, sticky pussy. As our excitement began to build higher I found myself squirming about beneath Vanya, only aware of the incredible feeling she was creating throughout my body and the sticky-sweet taste and smell of her vagina. I felt a hand slide inside the back of my panties and suddenly the dildo began to vibrate deep inside my body, adding rapidly to the excitement Vanya was creating. Her hips began to rotate against my mouth and I felt her begin to stretch and pull my nipples again, almost to the point of discomfort. She began to suck harder and faster, shaking her head rapidly from side to side as much as the hood would let her, which lifted me up to a level of excitement I had never achieved before. Slowly, relentlessly, my orgasm began to build and grow deep inside me. The growth was slow but went much, much higher without going over the top and I vaguely realised that I was whimpering with each rising wave of tension and excitement. At long last my climax came and, as I held my breath, rigid with tension, pulse after pulse of orgasm pounded through my body. It continued much longer than I had ever known before, with Vanya sucking madly to keep my arousal as high as she could. I screamed against Vanya's vagina with the unbelievable feelings and was almost glad as, very slowly, the orgasm began to fade. I collapsed limply onto the bed in a trance. I don't know whether or not I actually fainted, but I gradually became aware of looking up into Vanya's smiling face, not remembering her releasing either of us from the rubber hoods. The vibrator had also been slipped out of my body. From what seemed quite a distance, I heard her say "Now will you stop worrying about the size of your clitoris, my darling Jane? I can make you feel like that anytime I want to." The warmth of her love was bright in her eyes and I knew I could love no other woman as I did my wonderful Vanya. I reached up and pulled her down to me. As I caressed her I felt the tension still inside her body and realised that she hadn't reached an orgasm herself. I had no strength to do anything about it just then, so I merely held her in my arms, happily aware of her hands stroking my thighs and breasts, and her lips nipping gently at my neck and throat. Eventually my strength returned and I hugged Vanya to me, our breasts pressed together and kissed her deeply. I thanked her for the most fantastic climax I had ever known. She replied that there would be plenty more now that I was accepting that I was her woman then said we had better take another shower. The hoods had made both of us sweat a lot and our hair was in quite a mess. We both unpeeled the pantie-hoods and bras, with me struggling to get my hands to the clip at the back. Vanya laughed at my difficulty, "Don't worry, Jane. You'll soon learn how to do it. You can leave your corset on - rubber is waterproof, you know." The shower was delightful and I was surprised when Vanya washed and conditioned both of our heads, mine with the wig. She explained that the wig was quite capable of such treatment and that I would continue to wear it until my own hair had grown long enough. "Then I'm going to dye your hair blonde, it suits you," she added. We towelled off with Vanya helping me dry the long hair, before going back into the bedroom. Deodorant was followed by bras then Vanya threw over a pair of red rubber panties similar to those I had worn on Friday and Saturday and they were soon high on my hips. Vanya had slipped into her favourite black, frilly latex pair. I sat on the stool for Vanya to brush and dry my hair, after which she did my make-up, again giving me instructions on everything she did. This time she removed the false eyelashes and carefully showed me how to replace them. There was a lot to remember but Vanya told me that most of it would quickly come with practice and that I would soon have to do it for myself. Eventually she added a big fancy pair of earrings to the studs in my lobes and I shook my head gently to watch the bright red jewels swing and catch the light. At last Vanya was finished with me and I sat on the bed to watch her attend to herself. She was beautiful anyway, but it was fascinating to watch her skill at work and how, this time, she created an almost aggressive look - predatory, somehow - with the make-up. When she had finished Vanya added the green earrings she had worn the day before, then carefully threaded the matching jewels through her nipples. Enjoying my lustful gaze, she strolled to her wardrobe and put on the same dress as yesterday, her breasts being emphasised by the very low front. The green jewels showed in bright contrast against the shiny purple rubber of her dress. She slid her feet into the matching high heels then turned to walk towards me, smiling happily with the effect she knew she was creating. She reached both hands to cup and caress my breasts, so I did the same to those in front of my eyes. I loved fondling her when she wore jewellery, being fascinated by the dance and sway of the stones and the way the slight weight of the pendants moved her nipples about. I leaned forward slightly and kissed her nipples then gently tugged at the wires piercing them with my teeth. I knew how she loved that and was rewarded by her sighs of enjoyment. "Oh, Jane! You always know just how to turn me on," Vanya whispered huskily. I dropped down in front of her and as I began nibbling at her nipples again while gently pulling on the jewels she pushed her hips against me until my right breast was being rubbed by the crotch of her rubber dress. I slid my right hand down the side of her waist and thigh then slipped my fingers between Vanya's knees. As I worked my hand slowly up between her satin-smooth thighs I felt the tension begin to build in all her muscles. When my fingertips found their way through the split-crotch of her frilly rubber panties and I parted her already sticky outer lips Vanya groaned softly. Being very careful of my long pink nails, I slowly worked my middle finger back and forth over her hardening clit then slipped it deep inside her very wet pussy. When I slid a second finger into her and began to caress her clit with my thumb Vanya began to shake gently against me, her hands still fondling my breasts but loosing the rhythm. Playing with Vanya's pierced right nipple with my hand and sucking on her left breast, I began to increase the tempo of activity at the beautiful entrance to her body. In no time at all she started to shiver with the onset of orgasm and she groaned loudly as her pussy rhythmically gripped at my invading fingers. I continued caressing Vanya as her orgasm faded, wondering if she would climax again, but she gently pushed my mouth from her nipple and my hand from beneath her dress. "Stop, please Jane. Don't get me too worked up again just yet. When you do things like that I forget that I'm in control, so let's keep things the way they should be. She swallowed; trying to recover her self- control then breathed two deep breaths. "Put your rubber stockings and boots on, Darling. I'll be back in a minute, so get a move on." She walked shakily out of the room and, while I rolled on the stockings and laced up the high-heeled boots, I triumphantly thought over how quickly Vanya had fallen under my control. Now I knew how to do it - just become the active one! That way I could prevent her total domination whenever I needed to. Finished, I stood up and walked around, enjoying the way the boots made me wiggle my hips as I walked. From behind came Vanya's voice "That's very good, Jane. They make you look so sexy." As I turned round she came over to me carrying one of our most severe bondage devices - something called a single-glove which I had bought many months ago to put on Vanya. I hadn't realised how punishing it was and had left her in it for far too long, despite her complaints. She got her own back the following weekend, putting it on me and making me suffer several hours of the severe restriction of having my arms pulled tightly together behind me. Since then we had only used it a couple of times and not for very long at that. Staring at the horrible thing I regretted buying it yet again. "Please Vanya, don't make me wear that. You know how we both hate it," I pleaded seriously, but she simply laughed at me. I dreaded being restricted again after the freedom of last night and this morning. "I'm in control, remember? And if I say put it on, you will wear it. You liked putting it on me because it made my bust stick out, remember, so I definitely want to see that effect on you. Now, don't argue or make me use force. Just turn around and slip your arms into it." Vanya's voice told me how serious she was so I went along with her, hoping she wouldn't make me suffer for too long. I dutifully turned around and felt her slide the slim rubber tube up my arms to the shoulders, then felt the strap tighten about my wrists to hold them firmly together inside. Next came the wide rubber strap about my corseted waist to keep my arms tight against my body, followed by two straps around my shoulders to hold the top of the glove firmly in place. Then came the worst bit, tightening up the lacing to pull my arms tightly together behind me, although I wasn't prepared for just how tight Vanya was intent on making it. Squealing in protest, I begged her to release the laces a little but she ignored me and continued tightening until it felt that my shoulder-blades were going to cross over. Satisfied with my total helplessness Vanya turned me towards the mirror, telling me to look at myself. In the reflection my breasts looked enormous as my trapped arms pushed out my chest. Vanya kissed my neck then sucked each out-thrust nipple until they were firmly erect. I watched in frustration as she opened the bars of the nipple-cuffs now in her hands, then slipped one over each nipple before sliding the wires down hard to entrap my erect nipples. She clamped them firmly but, when I complained at their discomfort, merely said "Don't grumble so much, Jane. I probably won't use them on you again." The cuffs were joined with a thin gold chain which Vanya grasped to lead me down to the playroom. In the middle of the room Vanya had placed a rigid-backed chair and to this I was guided. After sitting me down upon it with my bound arms rested over the back of the chair, Vanya pulled a wide strap around my shoulders trapping me firmly against the chairback. She lifted my right leg and buckled my ankle into a strap fixed to the back leg of the chair. My other leg was similarly bound and I found myself totally incapable of escape. A further wide strap around my waist and the chair-back did nothing to increase my bondage but Vanya obviously enjoyed adding the extra restraint. To prove her domination Vanya sat across my lap and began to pull and tease my nipples. She pinched them firmly but, while I squealed in protest, it was impossible to get away from her spiteful fingers. Vanya jerked on the chain, making the nipple-cuffs pull hard on my nipples, her other hand fondling me through my rubber panties, creating a confusing mixture of discomfort and pleasure. "I love it when you can't stop me doing anything I like," she confessed with a happy voice. "When you're in bondage I can do anything I want to you and make you do anything that I please. Suck my nipples again, Jane. Let me enjoy your lesbian slavery." She pushed her exposed breasts at my face and, knowing I couldn't escape from her, I took each in turn into my mouth to suck and tease the nipple, although I was so tightly bound I couldn't move to her breasts, I had to wait for her to feed them to me. Sighing with contentment, Vanya released my nipples from the cuffs, stood up and walked behind me. When she returned it was with the inflatable gag, but there was nothing I could do to prevent her pushing it in between my teeth, doing up the strap and inflating it to fill my mouth completely. Once I was gagged, Vanya opened a small bottle as she sat down on my lap again. She poured some of the clear liquid onto my breasts and nipples, chuckling as I shivered at the intense cold of the fluid on my skin. I recognised the smell and wondered why she was spilling surgical alcohol on my breasts. I didn't wonder long for Vanya smiled into my eyes then said quietly "I told you I wanted your nipples pierced like mine, Darling, and I can't wait any longer. Now that your breasts have started to grow I'm going to make you wear pretty jewellery as well." As I tried to shake my head in protest Vanya chuckled "Don't worry, Jane. Last time I was in London I went to see the man who pierced mine. I told him I wanted to do yours and, with a bit of persuasion, he showed me what to do and sold me the tools to do it with. Besides, you don't have any choice in the matter because you can't stop me. Just accept it, Jane and I'll try not to hurt you too much." She kissed the tip of my nose, smiled again and stood up. I struggled against my bonds but found that there was no escape - I could barely move anything but my head. Vanya came back into view carrying a tiny table which she placed beside me. Onto that she put a small plastic box, a tube of cream, some cotton-wool and the bottle of alcohol. Pouring some more of the liquid onto a swab she scrubbed each of my nipples with the cool alcohol. After removing the cap from the tube Vanya liberally smeared both nipples with pink cream which she told me was a very strong antibiotic to prevent infection. From the box she took a glass or plastic rectangle with a hole through the centre which she carefully placed over my right nipple. The hole was only a little bigger than my nipple and she spent ages getting the block into the right position with the rectangle exactly upright. At last she was satisfied and, holding it in place with one hand, she used the other to get a thick needle-like thing, already coated in cream, from the box. I watched in horrified fascination as she held the small plastic ball on one end of the needle, placed the sharp tip of the needle into a small hole in the side of the block and slid it in. Her slightly shaky hands indicated a nervousness that certainly hadn't shown in her confident voice but, when I briefly caught Vanya's eye I perceived the same doubts, probably at the fear of hurting me too much. I jumped as I felt the needle prick against the side of my nipple, at which Vanya kissed my cheek and told me not to be silly. With that she took a firm hold on both the needle and block and began to push firmly but slowly. I squealed around the gag as I felt the intense and very localised pain, almost a burning sensation, as the needle went deeper into my nipple. At last Vanya's hand slipped forward as the needle went right through my nipple and poked out of the other side of the block, the pain subsiding rapidly now. Vanya removed the plastic ball from the end of the needle and put it on the table, then turned her attention back to the block. Taking it in both hands, she pulled it into two pieces, each sliding off the needle that now protruded an inch on either side of the base of my pierced nipple. Vanya re-assembled the block and carefully positioned it over my left nipple, seeming much more confident now she was into the operation. She took another needle from the box and slid it into the side of the block. With the ball in place on the blunt end of the needle Vanya began to push on it. The pain was just as intense as she began to push the needle into my nipple and I squealed again, but there was no way of getting any relief from it. At last the needle went right the way through and I relaxed a little as the hurt reduced considerably. Once the block was removed I looked down to see both nipples penetrated by the needles. "There you are, Jane," said Vanya with a bright, firm smile. "That's the worst part over. Now I just have to stretch the holes and the job will be done." I had forgotten that Vanya's nipple holes had been stretched, but it all came back as I watched her thread a shiny metal tube, coated with cream, onto each needle. The ends of the tubes were tapered and, with the aid of two longer tubes which she also slid onto the right needle, Vanya began to push the tube along the needle and into the hole in my right nipple. Although it was quite painful as the thicker tube was forced along the needle and into my nipple it was mild compared with the original piercing. At last the tube was in place and barely sticking out of either side of my nipple. Vanya began to insert the short stretcher-tube into my other nipple and, once that was also in place, withdrew the needles from the tubes and my nipples. Vanya spilled some of the alcohol onto a wad of cotton-wool and wiped the excess cream from my breasts, the cold liquid feeling heavenly on my newly-pierced and bruised nipples. From the box she took a pair of long, red-stoned earrings which matched the earrings Vanya had clipped to my earlobes, and threaded them through the tubes in my nipples. I watched in fascination as the long jewels swung from my breasts. "Now I can ogle at you in the same way as you do to me, Jane. I'll leave the tubes in for several days until you nipples have healed sufficiently, then we'll take them out for good." Once Vanya had finished wiping my breasts she put away the piercing kit and other bits and pieces, finally returning to release my legs from the restraining straps. When she had removed the straps from around my body she helped me to my feet and led me over to the wardrobe. Vanya opened the door to let me see our reflection in the mirror and, despite the frustrations of still being gagged and bound, I stared in wonder at the two rubber-clad girls with their almost bare breasts supporting dancing jewels. As much as the incredibly tight arm-restraint would let me, I shook my body and delighted in watching the brilliant red stones jiggle and sparkle as the light caught them. "You look really beautiful, Jane," Vanka told me in a soft yet sincere voice that was laced with her love of me. "I hope it didn't hurt you too much but, even if it did, the results were worth it. Let me warn you as strongly as I can, though. Don't even think about trying to remove the stretcher tubes from your nipples. I have never hurt you until last night and just now, but they were nothing to what I will make you feel if you try to take them out." Vanya's words and her suddenly stern face in the mirror left no doubt in my mind how serious she was and, when she asked if I understood, I nodded in agreement. Just the thought of what she might do was frightening enough, for I had never known her to be this bossy and determined before. She intended to change me into a woman, her personal sex-slave, and it was clearly apparent she wasn't going to be thwarted or stand for any opposition from me! Sunday 2 Vanya released the strap of the gag and pulled the bladder out of my mouth, gently wiped my lips with her fingers and kissed me deeply. As her tongue began to work its magic inside my mouth I felt her hands slide up to caress and stroke my breasts. When she touched my newly- pierced nipples I winced and tried to pull back from her fingers for my nipples, with the tight stretcher-tubes, felt quite bruised and sore. Vanya ignored my protest and continued to gently stroke and play with my nipples and, despite the discomfort, managed to arouse me. The tight and effective single-glove prevented me from doing anything to get away from her insistent, teasing fingers, and I became less and less aware of the pain. After a long time she broke the kiss and stared seriously into my eyes. In a voice panting and husky after the kiss Vanya told me "Your beautiful pierced nipples will always remind you that you belong to me, Jane. I don't want you ever to forget that you are now my slave-girl. I've made you what you are and you're entirely mine to control and do what I want with. You will always have to do what I want, even putting up with me playing with your sore nipples. Do you understand how completely you belong to me and how serious I am?" Vanya looked deep into my eyes awaiting an answer, both her hands continuing to caress and excite me. With a hint of impatience she gently tugged on the jewels now dangling from my nipples. Helplessly constrained inside the single glove I could do nothing but reply "Yes, Vanya. I know that I am the slave-girl you have made me and I will do whatever you want. I love you more than I knew it was possible to love anyone, even more than before Friday night.......... but please release my arms now, my shoulders are really starting to ache badly," I asked and was rewarded by Vanya turning me around and undoing the knot on the lacing. She began freeing the laces and I groaned in relief as the tension on my elbows disappeared and my shoulder blades were allowed back towards their normal position. Vanya did not remove the glove, however, but took my shoulder and led me out of the playroom and up the stairs. "Why should I release my slave-girl when I have her in my complete power?" Vanya asked, her voice arched with humour. I was guided into the bedroom where Vanya let go of me and removed her rubber panties. With her rubber dress still around her waist she lay down on top of the bed and, spreading her legs, looked up at me. "Now you can give me the relief I want, Jane. Come and treat your slave-mistress with your tongue," she commanded. I had no choice, for there was no way out of my bondage unless Vanya released me. As carefully as I could, I got down onto my knees between her legs and began to run the tip of my tongue up and down the inside of her thighs. She sighed and shivered with each touch and when I began to lick her now hairless outer lips she squirmed, murmuring "That's the way, Jane, keep licking me as a lesbian slavegirl should. I want to feel your tongue all over me. Consume my juices, my wonderful pierced slave" I started to suck gently on each of her outer lips in turn and was rewarded by her groan of delight and those lips swelling in response to reveal her moist inner lips. I tongued briefly between her lips then concentrated on her rapidly erecting clit which brought a louder groan from Vanya. The taste of her was, as always, an aphrodisiac of its own and I began to push my tongue deep into her lovely vagina. The shiver of her hips told me how excited she was and that her climax wasn't far away so I began to move my tongue in circles, pressing my top lip onto her erect clitoris. I watched her hands begin grasping and kneading her breasts, feeling her hips begin to push up off the bed at my face. As the first wave of her climax began to build I concentrated all my efforts on her clit, sucking hard on it and teasing the head with rapid movement of the tip of my tongue. Her orgasm burst inside her and her classic, almost silent scream began from low down in her chest. It seemed ages before the tension left her body and when it did it was with a massive exhalation as she released the breath she had been holding. I slowed down my movement and gently licked all around her wet, sticky pussy, glad as always that I knew how to excite this woman that I loved so much, despite what she had just done to me. When I finished Vanya struggled up onto one elbow to look down at me. "Darling Jane, I'll never tire of feeling your mouth where I like it most. As you did so well you can turn around and I'll remove the glove." Still on my knees I gladly did as I was told while Vanya struggled up to sit on the edge of the bed. Relief from the uncomfortable bondage came rapidly as Vanya undid the various straps that confined me in the single-sleeve and, at last, it fell from my arms. I stretched both arms and circled my shoulders to relieve the strained muscles which, after a couple of minutes, began to relax. Once the ache had faded to a bearable level - although from previous experience of the single glove I knew I would ache for the rest of the day at least - I cupped my breasts and studied the ends of the shiny tubes in my nipples, each movement making the brilliant jewels dance and sway. Both nipples remained firmly erect and, with the tubes increasing their size, looked enormous compared to their previous unpierced state. "Stop playing with yourself, Jane," Vanya chucked quietly, then pulled hard on my bra strap at the back, releasing the tight rubber to give me a stinging slap. "Come and kiss me." I moved between her still spread legs and slid my arms over her soft shoulders. As Vanya's arms slid around my waist to pull my breasts against hers, we kissed deep and long. When we broke the kiss Vanya continued to hold me tight as she smiled at me, her eyes smoky and sultry. "I love you very much, Jane, and having you as my woman doesn't seem to let me get enough of you. You excite me more as my slave-girl than you ever did as my husband - and you satisfy me so much more. Take off your panties and get onto the bed." Vanya stood up as I slid the red rubber panties down my stockinged legs and I watched her gracefully stride to her wardrobe. She removed the purple rubber dress, took out a pair of black panties and stepped into them. As she pulled the tight rubber up her legs I saw they were the double-dildo panties she had worn over Friday night. Once the garment was almost to her hips she parted the lips of her pussy, slightly bent her knees and slowly inserted the stiff rubber dildo into her body. Slipping her dainty hands inside the panties she pulled and stretched the latex into place on her hips then gripped and wriggled the outer dildo to fully insert its counterpart. As she finished she looked across at me on the bed and told me "You have been very good and obedient while I pierced your nipples. You also performed very well with your mouth just now, so I think it's time for a reward for my rubber slave-girl." Walking across to the bed I watched, with rising excitement, the bounce of the heavy dildo contrast with the sway of the jewels in her nipples, wondering if Vanya could satisfy me as much as she previously had with the same dildo. She positioned me on my hands and knees, facing the mirror as before, then knelt behind me. I watched in the mirror as she wet her hand with her tongue and lubricated the big, black rubber dildo jutting out from her hips. Vanya parted my legs then placed her knees between mine and slowly thrust her hips forward, making the black latex of the dildo scrape between my legs and over my genitals. Licking her fingertips, Vanya smiled lewdly at me in the mirror then caressed my bottom with her moist fingers, allowing one of them to gently penetrate just inside me. I was very surprised to find her actions really turning me on and fleetingly wondered how she had begun conditioning me to like this form of loving so quickly. My thoughts returned to earth with the first gently prod of the dildo against the entrance to my body. Vanya grasped the cheeks of my bottom in her hands and softly but surely pressed the whole length of the dildo inside me. This time there was not even a hint of discomfort and I smiled in reassurance to the questioning, caring look on my beautiful mistress's face. Her expression slowly changed to sheer raw sensuality as she began to stroke the dildo in and out of me, almost withdrawing it completely before thrusting it back in to its fullest depth. Vanya leaned forward along my back and began to kiss and bite my neck and ears, all the time knowing where and what excited me most. In between she managed to murmur how much she loved me and how good it felt for her to have me completely in her power and to make love to me whenever she wanted to. "When we made love like this last time," said Vanya slightly puffed with her exertions, "I told you how great it would be to play with your breasts. Look in the mirror, Darling, and you can watch as well as feel me loving you." I looked up to see Vanya's face smiling lovingly over my shoulder. I smiled back then watched her hands steal down my sides and stroke the curves of my breasts. She began to cup and rotate them, making the sparkling jewels dance and bounce, while I watched and felt everything that she was doing to me. Vanya's fingers moved towards my nipples and began to flit back and forth over them, too gentle to cause any pain but firm enough to show me how quickly she could turn me on. As I sighed with the feelings she was creating inside me she began to work harder on my nipples which, although causing a slight ache, excited me even more. Perhaps I was becoming addicted to the pleasure/pain syndrome, because even when Vanya began to press and rotate her fingers directly on my nipples I found the slight pain to be more than bearable and extremely exciting. Vanya's reflected face looked slightly red and I knew how much she was being turned on by what she was doing. I decided to see how much I could increase things for her so, pouting my painted lips and batting my long lashes at her I said "Just because you've taken my virginity I suppose you think you can fuck me whenever you want to. And just because you've tied me up and pierced my nipples doesn't mean I have to like you fondling my breasts." I continued to taunt her by adding "You're not even a very good lover, Vanya, you don't do much for me even with your big, fat dildo!" My words hit their target in a way that I hadn't intended and she stopped mid-stroke with hurt in her eyes. As I wished I could take back my stupid words she stared at me in the mirror until she realised, thank goodness, that she was being baited. I started to apologise, to explain by her single finger pressed firmly over my lips warned me to keep quiet. Her right hand slid off my breast and crept back between my legs, her nails scraping along my skin making me shiver involuntarily. As her fingernails flitted and scraped over my genitals, making me squirm with excitement, she said defiantly "So I don't turn you on and I'm a lousy lover am I? We'll see just how much loving you can take, then, Jane. I'm going to make you scream with excitement and beg me to let you climax. Your going to take back those words and apologise, you erotic little hussy!" I sighed with the delightful things she was doing to me and with that she began to pump the dildo in and out of me again while her hand and fingers began to stroke, tease and pull my genitals. I saw the look of excited determination on her face and watched and felt Vanya gently tug on each of the jewels alternately, both nipples feeling slightly sore but very aroused. In a very short time she had worked me up to the point where my breathing was becoming ragged and still she kept driving the rubber dildo in and out of me whilst all the time continuing to tease my nipples and genitals. The reflection of my sexy wife, the jewels dancing from the tips of her own gorgeous breasts, ravishing the pretty blonde in rubber undies that was me added a fair bit to the erotic loving which rose to an even higher level as Vanya spoke in a sexy, throaty voice. "I love fucking you with my big, thick dildo, Jane. I love the feeling of it sliding in and out of your body, just as the other end is sliding about inside me. I love playing with your lovely breasts and, now they're pieced, knowing that you belong to me. You're going to be my love-slave forever, Jane, and I'm going to make love to you like this whenever I want to. You will learn to love feeling my dildo inside you and you will be begging for more by the time I'm finished. I'm going to turn you into a lesbian nymphomaniac and then I'm going to tease and excite you until you beg to be fucked with my dildo. I'm going to make every nerve in your body so sensitive to my touch that I'll make you helpless with passion and you'll scream out for relief from the excitement, the same excitement you're starting to feel inside you now. Tell me how it feels, Darling. Tell me how much you like me fucking you!" There was no hiding the erotic passion that Vanya had created for my chest was panting and I couldn't keep my hips from their own involuntary bucking in time with Vanya's movements. My orgasm was close with all of Vanya's attention and I heard myself saying "Fuck me, Vanya, fuck me harder. Don't stop, please, just keep loving me as only you know how. Treat me like a whore with your big dildo. Play with my breasts and my clit - just don't stop what you're doing to me. I love you, Darling, and I lied - you're the best lover in the world and I don't ever want anybody else because I belong completely to you. You're my mistress and I'm your loving rubber slave-girl and I always will be. Keep loving me, fuck me, make my body yours, just don't stop, Darling." By this time Vanya had me to such a pitch of excitement that I found I was moaning between words as my whole being centred around every touch from her hands and body. "Naughty slaves that tell lies should be punished, Jane. I will have to think of a suitable punishment for you," said Vanya, the happy lilt in her voice offsetting the impact of her words, but she suddenly withdrew the dildo from my body then took her hands away. "Wait, Jane, while I think of what I should do to you." I begged Vanya not to stop but she laughed and pushed me to one side while she lay down on the bed. I was so near to climax that the frustration was almost unbearable so I continued to beg "Please, Vanya, love me some more, please make me come." Vanya chuckled throatily, her eyes sparkling brightly with the power she held over me, then said "I'm busy thinking, slave, but impale yourself on my dildo while I do so." I was so incredibly aroused that I lost no time in straddling Vanya's hips and impaling myself on the rigid black rubber effigy that stood up from her hips. As I began to rise and sink on the dildo I felt the totally frustrating absence of Vanya's hands working on my body. Although the feeling of the dildo was exciting it didn't compare to Vanya doing it to me or the incredible effects of her active hands. It wouldn't bring my orgasm any closer; it just hung there in the wings waiting for Vanya to bring it full onto centre stage. I tried to stir Vanya into reaction by caressing her breasts, gently teasing her nipples and pulling on the jewels piecing them but she resolutely smiled at the ceiling. I leaned forward and pressed my breasts to hers, kissing each of her lips before slipping my tongue deep into her mouth. I was rewarded by feeling her arms reach up to hold me tightly to her and, when the kiss broke and I began to lovingly bite the side of her neck and her ears, heard her whisper softly. "Perhaps it wasn't too naughty, Jane, so maybe this is all you need this time," and her hand began to gently spank my bottom, first one cheek then the other. At first the feeling was quite pleasant but as she continued in time with the movement of my hips her slaps got harder and harder. Just as I was about to ask her to stop her left arm moved from around my shoulders and I felt her soft hand slide onto my right breast. Vanya kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining deep in our mouths, as she began to tease and caress my right breast and nipple as I was doing to both of hers, all the while continuing to firmly spank my bottom. I knew both of my cheeks must be glowing with the heat Vanya's slaps had caused but the ecstasy of the kiss and the feeling she was creating with her caresses stopped the hurt seeming to matter. At last we broke the kiss and Vanya smiled lovingly up at me. In a very husky voice that betrayed just how turned on she was, Vanya said "I'm also going to work on your masochism as well as your femininity, Darling. Already you're starting to like me hurting you a little aren't you?" I was surprised by her words and was going to deny it but she suddenly pinched my nipple between her fingers. As I gasped at the soreness I realised that there was also an excitement amidst the hurt. "Just tell me yes, Jane. Tell me you like me teaching you how nice it is to feel a little pain when I want to give it to you. Tell me that you like whatever I do to you." With that she stopped her spanking and brought her other hand up to caress and squeeze my left nipple as well. I gasped slightly as the mild but exciting pain danced through my breasts then Vanya added "Tell me NOW, Darling or I'm going to tie you up in the playroom and leave you unsatisfied." All of the time Vanya had been spanking me and squeezing my nipples I had remained just below my climax and that frustration was the real agony that I was suffering. The thought of not reaching an orgasm was horrific so the words poured out without volition. "Yes, Vanya, I love you teaching me to like anything you want. I do like you spanking me and pinching my nipples. I'll do and like anything you want but please make me come now. Hurt me if you want to but please give me relief. I don't know what you've done to me but I've never wanted you as much as I do now so please make me come." Vanya smiled and released her grip on my nipples then began to gently roll them back and forth in her fingers, the sensuous touch feeling incredibly erotic compared with the pain she had caused in them. Vanya rolled me over onto my back and stayed on top of me, the dildo remaining deep inside my body. She looked down at me lovingly. "I want you to learn and remember that I'm responsible for everything you feel, Jane. You are going to love everything that I do to you whether it is soft and gentle or wild and way-out. Most of all you will learn not to question it but just to accept and enjoy everything that I do to you. Always remember that, no matter what, I love you Jane and won't really harm you. You belong to me completely now and you will have to learn to like what I like, but I will also make sure that you get your excitement from it as well. Now, let me concentrate on fucking you to the best orgasm that you have ever felt." "Oh! Yes, Vanya," was all I could say as she knelt up and hoisted my rubber-clad ankles onto her shoulders. She slid her knees forward on either side of my hips, all the time trying to keep the dildo at its full depth inside me. Vanya's hips resumed their earlier rhythm and, while her left hand flitted between my nipples causing delight to both, her other hand slid down over my corsetted waist to my groin. Vanya scraped her fingernails up and down the insides of my thighs, causing goosepimples with each touch, before doing the same over the loose skin between my legs. I groaned with the excitement that only she could create in me, trying to push my hips up to her teasing hand but Vanya was determined to taunt me as long as possible so she withdrew her hand momentarily. Her smouldering eyes told me how turned on she was as well, while her smiling lips asked "You can't get enough of my dildo, can you Jane? Is that why you can't keep still?" I gave her the answer she wanted, saying "I need your loving, Vanya, please fuck me harder. Fuck me faster, please Darling." Vanya increased the tempo of her hips and her breathing became slightly erratic, showing that her excitement was rising as fast as mine. I reached up to roll both of her nipples between my fingers and was rewarded by her sigh of satisfaction and feeling her fingers begin caressing my aching member. As Vanya squeezed and rolled the head with her right hand she took hold of both jewels with her left and began to gently tug and tease my nipples. I groaned again with the excitement she was causing then felt her right hand begin to double its efforts and effects on me. I gasped as waves of incredible pleasure began to build up deep in my stomach and spread throughout my body, realising even at that point that this would be an orgasm like no other. I was vaguely aware that my head was thrashing from side to side but I was unable to focus on anything except the unbelievable increase in excitement as the waves of pleasure continued to balloon inside me. The waves seemed to grow without end until suddenly my orgasm burst like a volcano inside me, the feeling exceeding anything I had ever known. It seemed to go on and on pounding through my body, with me slowly becoming aware that the screams of delight I could hear were my own. After a timeless peak of almost unbearable pleasure the waves started to recede and I collapsed back onto the bed with every muscle in my body suddenly relaxing after their intense contractions. As though in the distance I watched Vanya rapidly speed up the movements of her hips then vaguely heard her moans of satisfaction as her own climax wracked through her body. As my senses returned I found Vanya collapsed along the length of my body, her head resting on my left breast and her breathing slowing down to normal. With enormous effort I lifted my arms to hold her head and body to me. It was several minutes before I could begin to think straight and, when I could I said "Vanya, my wonderful Darling wife, that was the most incredible feeling I have ever felt in my life. I have never known an orgasm so intense or to last so long. How can I ever be satisfied with less now that you have shown me how good things can be? I love you very much, but I also hate you a bit because I am so addicted to you and dependent on everything you create in me." Vanya laughed softly and quietly and held me tightly. "Yes, my Darling....which is just as I intended you should be. The only problem is that in the same way I can only be satisfied through you! I am now in constant need of excitement and even the tremendous climaxes don't seem to give me any rest from the wanting. Perhaps we are both becoming nymphomaniacs! We both need each other equally as much." Vanya sighed with deep satisfaction and, still keeping the dildo inside me, rolled us onto our sides. We lay there caressing and talking softly for quite a while. Vanya told me that part of my old annoying masculine ways had been to refuse to recognise my own masochism and, whilst she wasn't going to really hurt me, she was going to make sure I gave in to her control and enjoyed everything she would do to me. The incredible peace and tranquillity was wonderful after the intensity of sexual tension and we luxuriated in holding each other in total restful love. We both knew that our love for each other had grown to an even higher level once again, and I certainly knew that I could never do without the love of this wonderful woman who was my wife and now my slave-mistress. If that meant spending the rest of my life as a woman for her then I was more than willing. I was and always had been her slave emotionally; to be her physical slave would merely be an extension into the physical world, although it was obvious now that she also demanded my mental subservience. Vanya continued to murmur softly "I also want to learn how to control your orgasm so that I can make it last as long as I want and also make you have multiple climaxes like you do to me. I don't know if it's possible but that last one was much longer than the one before so I'll keep on trying." She kissed me softly on the neck, making me sigh with delight, then continued "The first opportunity we both have to go to Europe or America we are going to spend lots of time looking for new toys together. I'm going to buy you lots of rubber clothes and plenty of new bondage gear - and I'm going to make sure you try them all on in the shops for size! I'm also going to take you to a tattooist and have him put `Jane belongs to Vanya' on your breast so that you will never have any doubts." I shivered at the thought of being tattooed and said, equally quietly, "I don't need that message engraved on my skin to know it, Darling. The shape of my new body, my pierced nipples and shapely breasts, as well as the craving and love I hold inside all tell me that only too well. I love you and need you and belong totally to you exactly as you wanted." In a mock-serious tone she conceded "Perhaps you may not need to be tattooed after all but I quite fancy the idea. I'll make up my mind about that when we get there." Vanya bit my neck playfully; taking the sting out of her words, then began to gently chew on my earlobe, her tongue flicking at my earrings. Although they were also newly-pierced there was no pain, just a very faint burning feeling which was hardly noticeable. We lay together, gently caressing and enjoying each other for quite some time before Vanya slowly slipped the dildo from my body. With a final stroke of my breasts she pulled away and rolled onto her back. "Come on, Jane. It's time for me to get a shower, although you don't look as though you need one. Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up, then you can tidy your make-up." Vanya wriggled to the edge of our rubber-covered queen sized bed, stood up and left the bedroom whilst I somehow found the energy to get to my feet to go to the bathroom. There I used the toilet and bidet, towelled myself dry and stood up. I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror and again marvelled at the incredible transition from male to female, and was also surprised by the smile I had seen on my face which echoed complete physical and mental satisfaction. I couldn't help studying my body in the mirror, examining the sexy swell of my breasts or watching the jewels dance from the end of my large pierced nipples. I heard Vanya return to the bedroom just as I left the bathroom. "Hello, darling Jane," greeted Vanya with a loving smile. "I made us a cup of tea - although you're MY slave I don't mind doing something for you now and again!" Her friendly eyes as she handed me a mug exposed the words for the teasing it was intended to be. "Here is today's booster pill as well. Swallow it now, please." I did as she asked, the large round pill sliding awkwardly down my throat then thanked her for the tea as she went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Sitting down at the dressing table, I sipped my tea and heard Vanya turn on the shower, all the while subconsciously going over the amazing events of the last 48 hours- my first two days as a woman. It was so incredible, even on reflection, that it seemed like a dream, but the feminine image in the mirror reminded me constantly that all of it was real. Ending the daydream, I put down the cup and took out the make-up bag from the drawer in front of me. Not really knowing what I was doing yet I used cream, powder, lipstick and comb as best I could and didn't seem to be making too bad a job. Several times my arms brushed or bumped my new breasts, their presence still being so new to me, making the sexy jewellery bounce and sway. As I finished and fiddled the pretty rubber half-cup bra into its proper position from the disarray of our love-making, Vanya walked naked back into the bedroom. Her beautiful body was glowing warmly from the hot shower and her hand held the rubber undies she had already washed. "Well done, Jane. You've made a fairly good job of your make-up, but I'll give you a hand with your hair in a minute. While I get dressed I want you to make the bed and put these clothes away," and with that she threw her undies into my lap then put her earrings and nipple jewellery onto the dressing table. I did as she said, putting all the garments that lay around neatly into their places, secretly admiring and looking forward to wearing the wide variety of clothes that Vanya had bought for my new wardrobe. As I made the bed I watched my wife stretch a fresh pair of white latex panties about her hips then clip a low-cut white rubber bra into place. She followed this with a soft latex half- slip before sitting at the dressing table and quickly and deftly doing her face and hair. She looked so lovely it made my heart ache with love for her. Finishing her beautification, Vanya looked at me in the mirror, saying "Come and sit here, Darling, and I'll do your hair now." I went over and sat on the stool as she picked up the brush. Her closeness, her perfume combined with the sultry smell of pure latex, all made me wrap my arms around her rubber-clad hips and press my head against her breasts. Vanya held and caressed me for a moment then told me to sit up so that she could do things properly. I did as she asked then watched carefully as my hair was quickly rearranged into the style Vanya wanted. The hairbrush was exchanged for a soft make-up brush with which she finished off my face to her satisfaction. Reaching down to my breasts Vanya carefully unclipped the jewels from the tiny tubes through my nipples and put them away in a drawer. She also took out a small brown bottle into which she dipped a piece of cotton wool. Vanya then swabbed around both my nipples, the icy coldness of the surgical spirit feeling heavenly on my slightly sore teats. She repeated the task on my earlobes to my equal delight, telling me that all the piercings would heal quickly with the antibiotic cream she had used. Once the dressing table was cleared Vanya led me over to the wardrobe, from which she took a pair of black latex panties. After rolling up the waist she held them open and told me to step into them. As I did I saw what looked like a large dummy moulded into the crotch but it was soon hidden as Vanya pulled and stretched the tight rubber up my legs. Once they were almost in place I was ordered to bend forward at the waist and when I did Vanya lubricated the dummy with saliva then pushed under the crotch of the panties to slide the dummy gently into me. After stretching the sides of the panties high onto my hips Vanya unrolled the rest of the garment into place. It was a tight fit on me, like a pantie-girdle, trapping the dummy deep into my body. The dummy wasn't at all uncomfortable, being much smaller than the dildo Vanya had used, and a fair bit shorter, but I would remain aware of its presence inside me. "That will just remind you that I like you to be penetrated, in the same way you have often left me with a dildo inside in the past. Now let's try this petticoat for size." The slip was of very thin pink latex with a shaped bust and ruched trimming around the hem. With Vanya's help the cool rubber was soon over my head and body, the thin straps resting on my shoulders, and she settled it around my waist and hips. It was obvious from the fit that this was another garment that Vanya had had made for me. Vanya told me to sit on the edge of the bed and take off my boots, and it was with great relief that I removed the punishing high heels to stretch the strain from my calves. Vanya laughed at me wriggling my ankles, saying "Don't worry, Jane. You'll soon get used to wearing high heels, but for now you can try these," and with that she passed me a pair of black shoes with a low slim heel. When I put them on and stood up I found they were sheer delight after the stiletto boots. While I got used to them Vanya took out a long red cotton skirt, undid the side zip and helped me into it before re-doi