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