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I awoke with momentary confusion that I couldn't open my eyes but the inflated bladder in my mouth, the hollow plugs in my nostrils and the tight rubber mask quickly reminded me of my bondage. A slight tug of my arms confirmed that they were still constrained firmly across my waist. The tight panties around my hips and the fullness penetrating me showed that nothing had changed overnight - if indeed it was morning now, for I had no way of knowing. I gently moved my leg to see if Vanya was beside me but I was alone in the bed. There was nothing I could do to release myself so I lay there thinking about all the incredible changes that had occurred in the last three days. Just three days ago I was a guy driving home and looking forward to a sexy weekend with my wife. I would be a guy making love with his wife and, after the weekend I'd be a guy going back again to earn a living, doing all the usual guy-things that I'd done all my life. Yet here I was, at the end of that long weekend, just three days later, with no balls in my scrotum, growing breasts topped by pierced nipples, female hormones raging through my body, my beard and body hair removed - apparently permanently - gagged and bound to the bed in a straightjacket with no hope of release until my wife wanted to free me. I was tightly corseted, my figure seemed to be rapidly changing to female proportions and I was becoming adept and comfortable wearing high-heeled shoes. To say I was in a turmoil of emotions was like saying the Pope was slightly religious! One moment of frightening reflection on what had happened and I was bombed out, the next I was soaring high at the memory of those orgasms, then down again at knowing Vanya was totally in control of me and I was helpless to prevent her doing whatever she wanted - and look what she'd done already! Maybe 15 minutes after waking I heard sounds in the room and the accompanying rustle of rubber. That quarter of an hour had contained a lifetime of emotions, reflections and uncertainties and I felt mentally drained. Moments later there was movement against the front of my mask and with sudden joy I felt the bladder deflate in my mouth. "Good morning, Jane. I know it's early but I have lots to do today so you will have to get up now. Sit up so I can release your hands," said Vanya's welcome voice and, with her help, I managed to do so. With welcome relief I stretched my arms and shoulders then waited whilst she unbuckled the straps around my wrists and removed the confining mittens. The cool morning air was heaven on my moist hands. Vanya guided my legs over the edge of the bed and helped me to stand so that she could remove my nightie and again the cool, fresh air was delightful. Next she began to work on the straps at the back of my head and, at last, peel the rubber mask from my face. The face-pack had hardened and I could barely open one eye. Vanya laughed at my predicament, telling me not to worry because it would wash off in the shower. With that she led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower, removing her own nightie while the water ran hot. The jet of warm water was pure magic on my exposed skin and, with Vanya's help, I soon had all of the face-pack washed from my face. She reached for the waistband of my panties and I helped her to slide the tight rubber over my hips and down my legs. As I kicked them off my feet she reached a hand between my cheeks and grasped the exposed flange of the 'comforter'. Telling me to push, she pulled gently and the dummy-shaped rubber intruder slipped out of my body, giving me pleasant relief from its invasion of my body. I gazed at the huge head of the thing, amazed that she had managed to insert it into me without pain. We finished our shower soaping and washing each other, with Vanya teasingly playing with the jewels still dangling from my nipples. They were no longer at all sore and the feelings she caused were very pleasant, but she refused to discuss what she had done to me last night, as I wanted. Vanya kissed me lovingly under the cascading water before turning it off, telling me to remember that I was now her slave- girl and would just have to accept everything she did to me without question! Ignoring all further questions, Vanya opened the door and we stepped out to dry ourselves. Towelling gave me the first opportunity to feel between my legs and I was shaken once more. Apart from my tiny penis, which seemed to be smaller each time I looked, there was no lump of any kind and even the wrinkly skin seemed to have shrunk. I tried to feel for the canal Vanya had made but the area was slightly sore to touch and I couldn't find anything without hurting too much. Vanya ignored my exploration, getting on with doing her teeth then telling me to do the same. As I finished she left the bathroom, ordering that I to go to the toilet and not forget the bidet. The comforter had both blocked me up and stimulated my system, because my need and use of the toilet was excessive. The bidet caused a second and third run to the pan and, by the time I was finished, my bowels felt completely empty. Back in the bedroom I found a welcome cup of tea and drank it whilst Vanya, dressed only in white rubber bra and panties, dried my hair. In the mirror I saw that the face-pack had done its work well for my skin looked new and pink and healthy. To the touch it was very soft, although Vanya's teasing that I was becoming vain was untrue. Once my hair was dry and brushed Vanya insisted on tightening my corset. I was greatly relieved when it proved only to be a minor adjustment, although the compression on my waist was noticeably greater. That the corset had been much more comfortable this morning than yesterday told me it was doing its work on my body quite rapidly and I was helpless to resist its effects. Vanya helped me on with the pink rubber negligee once she was done with the lacing. While Vanya did her make-up and hair I tidied the bedroom, took the cups to the kitchen and poured us more tea, then made a light breakfast, wondering when Vanya would do my make-up. Vanya stepped into the room looking absolutely radiant, although the simple cotton dress she was wearing looked strange compared with the sensuous rubberwear she had been dressed in for the last couple of days. We chatted through breakfast over many things, during which Vanya asked if I was still sore where she had worked on me last night. When I told her that it was slightly painful to the touch she merely told me not to worry and that it would feel better very quickly. I said that I was a bit worried at how far she was taking her conversion of me and was instantly met, once again, with her steely sense of purpose. "On Friday evening I was prepared and determined to dress and treat you as a woman over the weekend to see how we liked it," she said. "If it hadn't worked out for either of us I suppose I would have eventually got over it. Instead you confessed your past transvestism and obviously enjoyed everything I did to you - I've never known you so randy as when I 'raped' you, nor has anything ever been as exciting for me as when I made love to you afterwards with my dildo. It was so obvious how much you liked me dressing you in corsets and high heels and also how much you enjoyed me having you in bondage and controlling everything you did. "By the time we went to sleep on Friday night I knew I was on firm ground, so on Saturday and Sunday I explored you in ways I couldn't do before in ever bolder experiments. I hadn't expected, even in my wildest dreams, that I would be able to convert you so quickly to either my slave or my woman but, thank goodness, all my planning had me well prepared to take advantage of your submissive willingness. I knew many of the things you liked and didn't like, but not why, or how far I could go with them. I do now, Jane. I've learnt more about both of us in the last few days than in the previous years and I've decided to follow MY needs and instincts entirely. I am going to dominate and control you as a woman, in every way possible and, as I've told you, with all the latent masochism I now know is inside you, you're going to learn to love it. "I had never really understood just how much I needed to be in control but, now that I have, I'm thoroughly enjoying exploring all my needs. I told you there was no turning back now, so resign yourself to all the changes we will both face together. I love you very much indeed, more than I ever have - and I've never been as excited. So what if what we are doing might seem incredibly kinky to others? I don't care, even if you do. I'll decide everything we do from now on, from choosing your lipstick to reinserting your testicles." I was too stunned by her self- determination to reply and listened as she continued in a strong, determined voice that held no room for discussion. "I have several important things to do today that will affect our future and I must go in a few minutes. I'll give you a hand to clear up before I go, so let's get a move on." I tried to get her to tell me more of what she was planning but she refused point blank. "I'll tell you afterwards if I feel like it, but slaves don't need to know" was all I could get out of her - she certainly was taking total control. This was a totally different, self-confident Vanya to the slightly hesitant girl who had greeted me from work on Friday evening! The frustration of not knowing what was going to happen was incredible and I could have screamed with the uncertainty of having my life being taken out of my own hands. I worked alongside Vanya like an automaton, in deep despair. When everything was put away Vanya took me back to the bedroom where she insisted on making me wear the dress I had on whilst serving her meal last night, then added the uncomfortable training boots. I did not object too much for I intended to take them off as soon as she left, along with the corset, rings and everything else. I had decided to undo all that Vanya had done to me while there was still time and challenge her when she returned. Whilst I tottered about on the incredibly high heels, learning to balance on them once more, Vanya got the wide, stainless steel waistbelt from the playroom and quickly locked it around my corseted waist. Although I objected and tried to prevent her, Vanya snapped my wrists into the single handcuffs attached to each side of the belt and I found she had shortened the links so that my hands were trapped on my waist. "While I'm out I don't want you doing anything you shouldn't, so that will prevent you playing with yourself or interfering with your clothes. I want you to practice in your boots, so I must make sure you don't get lazy and sit down on the job. I've got just the thing to stop you doing that as well," said Vanya with a secretive smirk and she delved into the back of my wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of thick, black rubber panties and rolled the high front and back to make a figure-8, which revealed a long, thick dildo moulded into the crotch. Again, I tried to protest, but a single push had me sprawled face-down on the bed and Vanya quickly had the panties over my booted feet and up my legs. She squirted some cream into her hands and came towards where I lay. I could do nothing to prevent her rubbing the lubricant around my bottom, nor wiping the excess from her hands over my cheeks and hips, which made it easier for her to slide and unroll the very tight panties into place. I was clenching my bottom against the pressure of the dildo but Vanya laughed at my attempt to avoid penetration. She pulled my legs over the edge of the bed and, as my hips bent a little, she began to rotate and press on the outside of the panties at the base of the dildo. I did everything I could to prevent it but, with the aid of the slippery cream, I gradually felt the head begin to enter me. Slowly the entrance to my body was stretched open by the massive dildo as Vanya forced it into me despite all my pleas and begging. Once the head was inside, she had no difficulty in working the remaining shaft into me, completely filling my bottom. Satisfied that I was completely penetrated Vanya helped me to my feet and tugged up the panties even higher until they were tight between my legs and the dildo trapped fully inside me. Finally she straightened the tiny pelmet-like skirt of my rubber dress. I stood, still protesting but unable to do anything to help myself, whilst she reached into the wardrobe again, bringing out a thick plastic stick with a thread on one end and a large shiny metal ball on the other. Vanya held me with one arm around my hips and fiddled with the stick between my rubber-encased cheeks with the other for a few moments before standing back to look at me with a self-satisfied smile on her lovely face. In the dressing table mirror I saw the rod had been screwed firmly into the base of the dildo, the stiff rod hanging down between my thighs to just below my knees. As I turned to get a better look so the stick wobbled with the weight of the steel ball at the end, vibrating the dildo inside me. "That's an obturator you are now wearing, Jane. It'll definitely stop you from sitting down and also improve your anal sensitivity. It will be a constant reminder while I'm out of how helpless you really are as my slave, in case you have any doubts left. Just to remind you further, I've got another idea," I was told as Vanya reached into my wardrobe. Ignoring my pleas that more reminders were unnecessary, she returned to me with a black rubber hood and I could do nothing to prevent her from pulling it over my head. She worked a bladder into my mouth and two shaped tubes into my nostrils, similar to the mask she had put me in overnight, then pulled down a zip at the back to tightly encase my whole head. There were clear plastic discs over my eyes so at least I could see and, in mounting desperation, I watched Vanya connect a tube to the front of the bladder and inflate the gag in my mouth. Vanya disconnected the inflator and disappeared from view. I carefully turned round on the high heels to catch her going out of the bedroom door. I took the opportunity to see just how far I could move my hands and found it was frustratingly little: I couldn't even reach my groin. Vanya reappeared pushing the vacuum cleaner, which she left just inside the doorway, then took a large tin of talcum powder from the dressing table cupboard. Puzzled, I watched her walk about the room sprinkling the powder onto the carpet, then walk out into the hall doing the same. When she returned several minutes later she put the tin away then came to stand in front of me. "Just to make sure that you really do practice in your boots you can do the vacuuming while I'm out. I've put talcum powder on all the carpets so I can immediately see if you've done the job properly when I get back. Make sure you do in all the corners," ordered Vanya before crossing to her wardrobe. She stood on tiptoe to reach the back of the top shelf and brought out several items to show me. There was a short- handled whip, a broad leather strap and a leather paddle and, with these held in front of my hooded face, she said "These will be among my options if you haven't finished by the time I return, Jane. And if they don't convince you to do everything you are told I may have to introduce you to something called an 'electreatium' I bought in America." The threat was plain and, combined with all her references to my 'latent masochism', I had no doubts that she would happily use any of those things on me. I shook my head to indicate that she wouldn't need them but she took the signal to mean that I wanted to defy her. Vanya laughed arrogantly, took the paddle in her right hand and laid an easy stroke across my cheeks. Despite the thick rubber of my panties and skirt my bottom stung from the slap. "Just remember how it hurts, and that you will have to do exactly as you're told from now on, and you can avoid it in future. I hope I won't have to use them on you too much, but I do expect total obedience from you without question. Now, get on with the job, Darling, and I'll see you as soon as I can. In case you finish before I return, I've left some back issues of WIC in the kitchen for you to read. I think you may find some of the letters and articles of interest - I do." With that she tossed the things back into her wardrobe, knocked the jewels in my nipples to make them swing wildly and strode out of the room. I listened to her progress down to the garage then heard the car leave and the automatic door close behind her. I was on my own for the first time in 4 days and I was helpless to do anything but what I had been ordered to do: menial housework. I could have cried with frustration at my helplessness. I couldn't think of any escape from my bondage but tried anyway. My fingers could reach the back of my dress but not the zipper and, although I could reach the lock on the steel belt I could do nothing without the key. I tried bending down to see if I could reach the lacing on my boots but the tight corset and high-heels made the task precarious and the unfamiliar sway that the weighted stick gave to the dildo nearly made me fall over. I knew if that happened I wouldn't be able to get up again by myself. However, I did find that I could just reach the jewels hanging from my nipples and, surprisingly, enjoyed a few minutes gently tugging on them. I began walking to the door and discovered how crafty Vanya had been. The ultra-high heels and the stiff leather of the boots, combined with the tight corset, forced me to swing my hips as I had learnt last night, but that movement caused the weighted stick to swing and sway which moved the dildo around uncomfortably inside me. I tried to walk with the minimum hip movement to limit the swing of the ball and realised that this would build the walk that Vanya wanted; a feminine yet not too pronounced wiggle. I had no choice but to learn. I decided to walk around a little before starting the task I had been given, so that I could get used to the problem, and found myself in the kitchen. There on the table were several copies of WIC and they seemed to draw me to them like a magnet. Although there was no way that I wanted to risk Vanya returning before I had finished vacuuming, I struggled to reach the magazines in the middle of the table with my fingertips. At last I had them near the edge and through the eyepieces of the hood I read 'WOMEN IN CONTROL - THE OFFICIAL PUBLICATION OF THE ORDER OF ATHENA - PUTTING THE MODERN WOMAN IN HER RIGHTFUL PLACE'. The worrisome wording on the glossy cover was placed over an outline drawing of a woman seated astride the back of a man on hands and knees. 'Volume 25, issue number 5' at the bottom told me that the movement had been running for much longer than I would have guessed! From the high quality of the magazine it was obvious there must be quite a worldwide readership and I wondered, in awe, at how deep Vanya was into Athena and what her end-goals were for me! Opening the cover, the contents of that issue included articles on 'Gaining the upper hand before marriage', 'Further ways to achieve mental dominance', 'Dress to excite and control', with the bulk of the magazine being letters, interviews and discussions. Turning the page, the first article was headed by a photo of a girl in trousers, holding a whip behind her back, putting an engagement ring onto the finger of a cowed boy's hand. The boy was dressed in a shirt and tie, but also a skirt, short socks and girls shoes. I scanned through the rest of the magazine, some bits catching my eyes. The letters brought forth a feeling of horrified fascination for they discussed ideas and methods of establishing control over males in ways that varied from simple Pavlovian through to Nazi extremisms of torture. The basic message throughout the magazine was to exploit the masochism every mother apparently teaches their son from birth, and that every woman must learn how to control their men so that she achieved her 'rightful place of control'. Some space was also given to controlling other women and was blatantly designed for lesbians. With thoughts pounding through my head from the words and pictures I had seen, I managed to put the magazine down for later study and go back to the vacuum cleaner. My thoughts were so shaken that I had temporarily forgotten my predicament, for my first few steps made the dildo dance wildly about inside me and it was far from pleasant. I slowed down quickly and made my way gingerly to the bedroom. Taking hold of the cleaner I managed to reach the switch and began pushing it around the bedroom carpet. The manacles on my wrists prevented me pushing it back and forth, instead I was forced to walk it forwards, then to manoeuvre around until I could move off again. It was totally frustrating, no doubt as intended, but with so many thoughts that the magazine had stimulated bouncing around my brain, I suddenly realised that I had finished the bedroom. Going into the hall I found that the long passage allowed me to move along it easier and, after a couple of awkward shuffles at the ends, that was soon done too. Now came a problem: I had to unplug the lead to move to the other rooms. Bending down to try reaching the socket was precarious in the tight, stiff boots but eventually I was low enough to turn off the switch and pull out the plug with my fettered hand. It slipped from my fingers and I had to go back to the cleaner and work the lead through my fingers to retrieve the plug. I tottered along to the next socket, trailing the cleaner and began to repeat the gymnastics to put in the plug. As I started to bend my body the ball of the obturator banged against the cleaner, sending shock waves up the shaft and through my body from the big rubber dildo. I would have been more than audible had it not been for the inflated gag filling my mouth and even the frustration at not being able to yell added to the depression I was feeling at my helplessness. I was tempted to ignore the rest of the work, to take whatever Vanya did to me when she returned and to walk out of the house as soon as I got a chance. However, a few minutes of thought later, I knew I couldn't face a life without Vanya - for that is what it would mean - and I also knew I could never be satisfied without her love. Grudgingly I went back to the cleaning, determined that I must tell Vanya how far she could go. I must let her know the limits of what she could do to me and tell her she could go no further. A little while later I realised that my present situation showed I couldn't hold much hope for telling her to draw the line but I knew I must try. Such thoughts were intermixed with those caused by the magazine and led to a sort of fatalistic viewpoint in which I would try to convince Vanya not to be too hard on me whilst knowing I could not leave or do without her. How long the cleaning took me I do not know, for my mood was such that time seemed not to be important, apart from the unknown deadline of having to finish before Vanya returned. Almost in a daze I tottered from room to room, struggling to change the plug when it became necessary, until I found myself standing in the middle of the lounge to discover I had finished all the cleaning. I was sure that Vanya wouldn't expect me to negotiate the stairs to the playroom with the cleaner, so I wound up the lead and put it away. I found my mood lifting rapidly now that I was finished, despite the discomfort of the massive invading dildo and the feelings from the way it swayed with every movement. Even the ridiculously high-heeled boots, along with the annoying cramp in my calves, seemed less of a restriction and the hood was now just a minor impediment, like my manacled hands. I made my way into our bedroom and opened my wardrobe. Looking over all the beautiful rubber clothing hanging from the rail and stacked on the shelves brightened my mood considerably and made me feel quite excited at the thought of wearing them. I found my fingertips stroking the soft latex of my tiny flared skirt and realised that I was loving the feel and smell of that lovely material even more each day and that I was becoming totally addicted to it. The hollow noseplugs in the mask I was wearing ensured that every breath I took was laden with the smell of rubber and, I suppose, it was Vanya's intention that I should associate it fully with her domination of me. Even though I realised what she was doing to me it was hard to foil because I knew it was working: the smell of latex would always be sexy and linked with her domination, feminisation and love for me from now on. Suddenly it dawned on me that since Friday night when Vanya had begun the changes I had been living in a whole new world in which the intensity of feelings was at a much higher level. I felt more alive than I had ever felt before, despite our years of love together. Yes! Even though I hated the feeling of being trapped as I did at that moment, I had never known such exhilaration as I had in the last few days! Nor had I previously experienced the incredible lows of frustration, but I certainly felt so much more alive. I knew then I must explain my feelings to Vanya so that she could understand and reduce her domination to what I thought was a reasonable level. Those thoughts begged the question of what she considered reasonable and that led to her reading matter. I wondered what else I might learn from the WIC magazines so, after closing the wardrobe door, I tottered back towards the kitchen. With the impediment on every movement of the wrist shackles, and the invading dildo constantly reminding me of its presence inside me, I still managed to flick through the pages of the journals, browsing where appropriate, but trying to get a general impression of what Athena was all about. It was obvious that these women were serious: total and complete domination was the fundamental goal and I was thankful that, up to now, Vanya had not been a quarter as severe as the magazines recommended. Perhaps we could compromise on our needs and desires. There were many contact addresses and adverts for all sorts of clothing and equipment, from the mild to the ultra bizarre. Rubber and leather clothing were frequently advertised and there was even a maker of steel clothing. That advert had a picture of a naked man in chains, his head completely enclosed by a steel box that was locked in place around his neck. A description of the device followed the caption that this was 'The head-wear to bring any slave to his knees'. It mentioned that the unfortunate wearer couldn't see, eat or drink and that eventual submission was guaranteed! Mme. Domina's adverts offered 'perfection in figure-training and domination with full advice'. I was considerably shaken when I saw a picture in one advert for an inflatable gag - it was the same as the one Vanya had introduced into our bondage play well over a year ago! Was that how long she had been planning all this, I wondered? How long had she been subscribing to the magazine? Piercing and tattooing were frequent topics in the issues I read and my pierced ears and nipples showed how Vanya found it appealing. However, as the pictures and photographs showed, there were many other places that could be pierced! One dejected looking male (with breasts) had, in addition to rings through his ears and nipples, large rings placed all over his body, including wrists and ankles. Bondage must have been agony for him. And although she had mentioned tattoos, Vanya had half- agreed that it was only a whim of the moment. In the end I couldn't decide if Vanya was more intent on feminising me or being in total control of my fate forever more. Either way, on the one hand I was frightened at how quickly she had done so much to me, and on the other, I was exhilarated at the excitement she had given us both. We really had to talk it through together. With this jumble going through my head, the sound of the garage door closing took a while to reach me yet, when it did, I was suddenly filled with joy at Vanya's return. Despite her domination and my frustration I realised yet again I was loving her more each day and knew I could never be apart from her. Tottering carefully from the kitchen I met Vanya as she came up the stairs from the garage. She gave me a huge smile and asked if I had finished yet. I nodded my head in reply and she dropped her handbag onto the table and threw her arms around me to hug me tightly. She apologised for having been so long, explaining she had been held up a bit at some of her calls. There was a self-satisfied excitement in her voice and a tension in her body that made me crazy with curiosity at what she had been doing. With an arm around my body, her hand resting on my right breast, Vanya led me back to the kitchen where she opened her handbag and took out her purse. She took a tiny key and, much to my relief, undid the lock to free my manacled right wrist from the waist belt. As I stretched the slight stiffness from my shoulder, she opened a drawer and took out a pad of paper and a pen. From her handbag she withdrew two large manila envelopes, one of which she placed on the table. Opening the other she brought out a set of forms which, after flicking through them, she placed on the table in front of me. "One of my visits was to our lawyers, Jane. I've told you there is no going back now, only forwards and as well as total obedience I also expect total trust from you. I told the lawyers that for tax reasons, we wanted to transfer the house, business and everything else into my name and these are the forms that we have to sign to do it. I've already signed so now I want you to put your signature where I say. Believe me, Darling, this is the turning point to the whole new life for both of us that started Friday night. Please don't be scared, just trust me and put your signature where I show you." She smiled into my eyes and placed the pen in my hand. Again she had thrown me completely, for my mind was in a whirl. I trusted her as I always had, but to suddenly be expected to sign away everything I owned was more than just a normal request! Vanya accepted my hesitation for a few moments then, grasping the stick of the obturator in one hand and my left nipple-pendant in the other, said excitedly "Please do what I say, Darling, because I can easily make you do it if you try to resist. I'd prefer your trust and obedience, however!" A firm tug on my nipple and a push on the stick drove home her words. I longed to talk to her, to discuss what she wanted but the hood prevented me from uttering a sound. I do not know why, perhaps it was our total love and trust in each other, but I suddenly capitulated and leaned forward to sign the forms. I knew it was right and safe. I signed several times in various places, not getting the chance to read what I was agreeing to, nor did Vanya explain at all. Once I was finished she put all the forms back into the envelope and put it back in her bag. Next she opened the pad in front of me, thanked me for doing what I was told, then instructed me to change my signature. "I want to see and be able to read 'Jane' when you do it, my Darling. Use my maiden name for your new surname, please. And don't try to argue," she added. I tried several styles before Vanya said, "I like that one, Darling. Try it again with a bit more flair, let it look feminine." I did as she ordered, desperately wondering what on earth she was up to and how I would be affected. Happy with the adjustments, she told me "I want you to get used to it from now on, so you better do it a hundred times." I stood there for quite a while practicing the signature as Vanya looked on, with occasional encouragement, until she was satisfied. She opened the other envelope and withdrew some more forms and told me to add my new signature to each of the many places she pointed to on several sheets, again not giving me chance to read or understand them. At last I was finished and she put all the forms back into the envelope and tucked it into her handbag with the other one. After moving her bag from the table she put away the pad and reached behind me to unscrew the stick from the base of the dildo. The relief of not having it wobbling between my legs and shaking the big black rubber thing inside me was tremendous. "You've done very well so far, my Darling, but the day is a long way from over. Come into the bedroom with me and we'll change your clothes now," said Vanya in a happy voice. She took my free hand and led me along the passage. We stopped by the side of the bed and she unlocked the handcuff from my free wrist then released my left hand also before inserting the key into the waistbelt and removing it from my corseted waist. She went behind me and tugged down the zip of my dress and helped peel it from my body, tossing it onto the bed. "I know you must have lots of questions, Darling, but I haven't got time to answer them all now. I will tell you everything in due course so just hold onto your curiosity. I'm going to take your hood off now but I don't want to hear you speak. Do you understand?" she asked, her face seriously staring into my eyes through the plastic discs of the hood. Her tone told me this was no time for arguing so I nodded my head, content for the moment with the prospect of breathing freely. She smiled at my signal, released the valve to deflate the gag, and went behind me and pulled up the zip. The rubber was peeled from my face and my moist skin was bathed in the cool fresh air again. "What a pity the hood has made you all sweaty, Jane. I suppose you better have a quick shower. Let me unlace your boots and you can get washed," I was told. Vanya knelt down to release my legs, adding "Wash your hair and while you're in there you can take off your panties, I think they've taught you how easily I can make things uncomfortable for you if I want to." How right she was! With a sigh of relief I stepped out of the boots, feeling the twinges of cramp flexing out of my calves. She laughed at my reaction as she stood up then reached out to carefully remove the jewelled pendants from my nipples. In their place she attached two small gold clips into the stretcher-tubes to hold the ends of the slave-collar onto my nipples, saying as she finished "Go on, Darling, and don't take too long in there." The first thing I did under the hot spray was to slide and roll the tight rubber panties down my hips, the water helping me slip the thick latex down my thighs. With further relief I let the dildo slip out of my body and removed the panties from my legs. Although my body was still imprisoned inside the tight corset, I felt delightfully free after my earlier bondage and I happily washed and conditioned my hair. I took as long in the shower as I thought I could get away with then rinsed the panties and dildo and turned off the shower. I found that my nipples were only slightly sore from the piercing, looking proud and erect with the stretcher tubes filling them, and my groin was only vaguely tender now. Towelling dry made me feel good, despite the odd drips from under my corset and at last I went back into the bedroom. Coffee was waiting on the dressing table and I thanked Vanya before sitting on the stool as she ordered. She brushed and dried my hair to the soft bouncy style she liked then began to put on my make-up. "Now that you've signed those papers you really are my slave, Jane," Vanya said quietly as she worked on my face. "Everything you had now belongs to me and you would have a bit of difficulty finding employment to earn any money. Don't worry though - I'm a kind mistress and I've already told you that you belong to me forever. Neither of us could do without the other, so nothing really changes. No, don't talk please," she added as a question started to burst from my lips as she was painting them. Finally she added large gold loops to the studs in my earlobes, which bounced lightly against the side of my neck. Once she was finished I had chance to look in the mirror and saw that my make-up was far less dramatic than she had done it previously. She had toned it down considerably yet still managed to make me look very feminine and quite pretty. My self-study was brought to an end by Vanya saying, "When you've finished admiring yourself I'll still be waiting here to help you dress." The sarcasm was strongly offset by the love and compassion in her voice. She pulled a wide rubber suspender belt around my waist and hips, doing up the clips behind me then, opening a pack of stockings, passed the filmy black nylons to me and told me to put them on. I sat on the edge of the bed and carefully rolled the silky material over my feet then stretched them up my thighs. I managed to do up both front and side pairs of suspenders but the corset prevented me turning my waist enough for the back ones and I was grateful for Vanya's assistance. She passed me the tight black, double-skinned panties and told me to put those on also. The smooth latex slid easily over the nylon and I soon had them in place, noticing even the previous slight bulge had disappeared. Vanya lifted a half-slip from the bed and I saw that the black ruched latex was almost thin enough to see through. She held open the waist and I stepped into it when she told me, enjoying the whispering rustle of the very fine rubber as she lifted it up onto my waist. Ready and waiting on the bed was a fitted skirt of black leather which Vanya picked up to undo the zip. I stepped into that and helped to tuck my slip in as she pulled it up my legs while telling me she was sure this would fit my new, tiny waist. The size was perfect and she did up the waistband and zip, letting me see the comfortably tight fit on my waist and hips then a slight flair to just above my knees. Finally from the bed she lifted the black satin blouse I had worn the other evening and she helped me slip my arms into it before doing up the tiny buttons. As I slipped my feet into the medium-heeled black court shoes waiting by the side of the bed, Vanya went to the dressing table to get a long gold chain with a medallion and, as she fastened it behind my neck, said "Having spent most of the morning in bondage I think you deserve the afternoon in feminine comfort, Darling. Do your clothes feel nice?" While she added the bangle to my left wrist I answered, "Yes thank you, Vanya," for they were doubly-delightful after the restrictive clothing I had taken off. After a moment's delving into my wardrobe Vanya returned with my handbag, which she passed to me. "I still have more errands to do today and as you have been very good so far you can come with me, Jane," said Vanya with a soft loving smile, but her words brought back the panic of going out as a woman again. It wasn't even dark now and there would be plenty of people about. Reading my mind Vanya said "Stop being silly, Darling. You are going to spend the rest of your life as a woman so you better get used to being seen as one. Besides, it is an order, so get going, or would you rather go back into bondage?" With a rising fear I was led down to the garage and seated in the car, then Vanya drove us out of the house and down the lane before turning towards town. As I sat there I had many doubts about passing as a woman in public and was afraid that people would see what Vanya had done to me. I suppose that was why I kept checking my hair and make-up in the visor mirror and straightening my clothes. As I tucked the blouse tight into my skirt to ensure my rubber corset wouldn't show I noticed how my erect nipples pressed through the smooth satin. "They look very sexy, Jane," Vanya told me after spotting my gaze. "I remember how many times you told me those words when I was embarrassed after having mine pierced. Just relax and enjoy yourself - after all there is nothing you can do about it, is there?" I hadn't realised that Vanya had been watching me let alone reading my unspoken fears but she was right. I decided to go along with the outing and see what happened. Our first stop was the lawyers and Vanya was only gone ten minutes but I sat fearfully in the car in case anyone should see me. Several people did pass by but with only a momentary glance in my direction and that built my confidence considerably. When Vanya returned she asked if I was alright and I told her what had - or hadn't happened. "I told you, Jane. All people see is a pretty woman, so stop worrying," she said with compassion. "But Vanya," I asked worriedly. "What if they try to talk to me - my voice is bound to give me away?" Vanya laughed lightly then added "You may not have realised it, Darling, but your voice has been rising in pitch since the hormones started working during the middle of last week. Once I started you on the booster pills it began to sound delightfully feminine. It doesn't give you away at all now. Besides, if it will help your confidence, just talk softly and apologise, say you have a bit of a cold." I hadn't known that the hormones had affected my voice and that came as quite a surprise. Now that I thought about it, though, it was noticeably higher-pitched. Vanya started the car and we continued towards the centre of town while Vanya told me "When I spoke to the lawyers this morning I told them that my husband would be away overseas for several months - that I didn't really know when he would be back - and for that as well as the tax reasons we had to transfer things to my name. They remembered that I had collected the forms a fortnight ago, put 2 and 2 together and came up 5, assuming my husband was a rotten dog who had run off with another woman! I played helpless this morning, just telling them that he had signed the forms before he left and asking if I had to sign them too and what should I do with them. Now we have both signed them they will do everything that is necessary. "They were so considerate for my feelings and couldn't do enough for me, so I added to their idea of what had happened by telling them that my sister had come to stay with me to help because I couldn't run the business on my own. That has confirmed things in their minds. I didn't like to tell them it was me who had another woman, my sweet Jane!" As I understood further how Vanya had planned things and laid all her options so long ago, I began to wonder what other surprises she had in store for me. I broke the daze as we stopped outside the bank. Vanya got out of the car then came round to my door and opened it. "Come on, Jane. I want you to come with me this time," she said, reaching for my hand. The panic, which had faded as my confidence grew, suddenly flared up and overcame me. Protesting to Vanya, and trying to shrink at the same time, I babbled about how everyone would know and a thousand other reasons that skimmed through my pandemonious brain. Vanya was not to be thwarted, however, and her calm logic cut through my panic and she ordered me out of the car. Locking the door behind me she said, "This will convince you of your new body and looks, Darling. Come with me and remember who you now are and what I've told you about how nice you look. Don't worry, Jane!" Vanya kept talking to me, leading me forward, and moments later we were inside the bank. At the Manager's secretary's desk Vanya smiled coyly and said, "We've come to see Mr Smithers." John Smithers no less! I had dealt with him often, taken him to dinner and he had returned the favour when the business had become successful. He knew me quite well - certainly on sight! A few moments later, long enough for the panic to rise to a whole new level, we were ushered into his office where he greeted Vanya and said "I suppose this is your sister that you were telling me about earlier," and he smiled a greeting at me with no hint of recognition on his face. Vanya and he chatted for a bit then he asked for the forms I had signed a little while ago. It was a few moments before I realised how much I was fidgeting - I had no trouser-pockets to stick my hands into! I tried to act calmly but found I kept fiddling with my handbag. John checked the forms carefully then drew a couple of others from his desk, saying "Jane - I hope you don't mind me calling you by your first name?" I shook my head, almost in amazement, and he continued. "Please call me John. Vanya has told me how you have stepped in to help her at this most, er, difficult time, and I think it is wonderful she has someone like you to depend on. Just sign two sample signatures and we can immediately open your own account with the salary cheques Vanya has given me and have you as a signee for Vanya's business." Vanya's business indeed! However, I could not help but notice his eyes scanning up and down my body, nor his appreciative stare at my nipples thrusting at the black satin of my blouse. There was no hint of recognition in his eyes - he didn't know me at all, yet I had last spoken to him less than a week ago in this office! Using Vanya's ploy I apologised for my cold in a quiet whisper and, with a slightly shaking hand, took the proffered pen and wrote the signatures that Vanya had made me practice. As I completed the second one John commented, "Those are unusual rings you're wearing, Jane - the same on both hands. Do they have any significance, or just the latest fashion?" I was watching all this as though from outside myself, and was surprised to hear my answer in a much more confident voice. "I suppose they are special. They belong to Vanya and she insisted that I wear them for her." He took no further notice but, from the corner of my eye, I saw Vanya start with amazement at my boldness, yet she recovered well and quickly. "They're a design to show family bonds," Vanya said to John, "and with Jane giving her all to me when I need her most, they seemed to say much more than just words could ever do." Whilst the subtleties were lost on John, Vanya's eyes met mine and held, transmitting an incredible message of love, shared secrets and enormous confidence. I don't think I have ever been more aware of how much I loved, or was dependent on, her as that moment and it was very clear that she loved and needed me just as much. I immediately gained even more confidence in my appearance - what the world would see from now on - so that I pushed my breasts out against the smooth satin as I handed back the pen, enjoying how John's eyes were drawn like magnets to the imprint of my nipples against my blouse then down to my shapely hips beneath the taut black leather. "It's nice to see your company in obviously capable hands, ladies. If either of you need help or advice at any time I'll do whatever I can. Please call in or phone if you need anything at all," he said rising from his desk to open the door for us. "Your chequebook and cards will be ready in the morning, Jane. Please call and collect them whenever you are in the area. Thank you for coming, ladies. Goodbye." At last the ordeal was over - but had it been such a trial? I had been accepted as a woman by someone who had known my old self with no hint of recognition, as well as by his secretary whom I had spoken to several times. Vanya had more than succeeded with her plans! I started to shake with reaction once I was back in the car, then, as Vanya got in she laughed long and loudly, making me laugh with her and immediately easing my tension. When at last she could talk she said "Oh Jane! You did so well, but that crack about your rings caught me on the hop for a minute. I expected you to be a 'shrinking violet,' but you behaved admirably. Did you see the way he kept looking at your figure and legs? Now perhaps you'll listen when I tell you how nice you look. You deserve a reward, Darling. Let's get a cup of coffee and we'll talk some more." She started the car and we drove to one of the shopping precincts. On the way there she told me that my new bank account was for anything I needed to buy although she told me she insisted on helping me with all my clothes and cosmetics. "Everything else comes from our old accounts as usual, and as John also believes my husband has run off, I'm going to cancel your old signature in a couple of months. Do you see now that there is no going back at all, Jane, you really are stuck with being my woman!" The experience at the bank had improved my self-confidence immeasurably and I felt only a slight twinge of fear amongst the moderate crowds of a mid-week lunchtime. My other fears had been groundless - I was not a financial wreck - and I began to feel exhilaratingly happy with all my new documents, which listed me as female. Vanya insisted on an outdoor cafe, not allowing me the security of even hiding behind plants. We had coffee and a light lunch, during which we chatted easily enough, Vanya taking the opportunity to drive home again that Dave had ceased to exist. Although at the start I was worriedly watching the faces of passers-by in case I knew them, and desperately trying to remember that ladies sat with their knees together, by the end of the meal I was taking no notice at all. The fear grew a bit when we were finished and Vanya wanted to go to the toilet. She insisted that I go with her and at least touch up my lipstick. "That's one of the set-backs of looking feminine, Jane. You must always ensure that your make-up looks nice, but I know you will learn about being feminine very quickly." The 'Ladies' was empty, my fears proving groundless yet again, so I used the toilet and rinsed my hands. Together we applied our lipsticks, with Vanya reassurredly smiling at me in the mirror. Vanya said she had some shopping to get, so after our lunch she led me through the shopping mall and into the large department store. Strolling through the ladies-wear section she paused several times to look at skirts, dresses or blouses, asking me if I liked the colour, the style or the material and I felt little unease as I often used to accompany her when she bought her clothes. That slight unease increased considerably when we continued into the huge lingerie section and Vanya continued to discuss bras, panties and petticoats. She took a see- through white nylon, baby-doll-style nightie from one of the racks and held it up against the front of me and asked "Do you think this is you, Jane?" in a voice loud enough to attract the attention of a sales-lady. The young blonde girl flashed a smile at both of us, "May I help you ladies? That is a very popular nightie with our customers and it is also available in sultry black or flame red. Would you like to see them?" she asked me. I shook my head and tried to smile at her but Vanya was far from finished with her fun. "Go on, Jane, see how they look. Which colour do you like best, hot red or sexy black?" she asked me with an impish look in her eyes. Dying of embarrassment I muttered "Black," and the sales-girl put the white one away and pulled out the black version to hold against me. "This is a size 38 which I'm sure will be right for you Madame," she said. I suddenly realised that the girl also took me for what she saw, so I gained enough confidence to play along a bit with Vanya. Taking hold of the gossamer material which was so soft to touch I held it in place and looked in a mirror then, sniffing a bit and whispering because of my 'cold' I said to Vanya "It's very nicely made, Vanya, but don't you think the style is a bit forward? After all, you wouldn't expect to see me coming to bed in this, would you." I tried to smile innocently but the lesbian implication was not lost on Vanya, even if the sales-girl might have missed it. Vanya was definitely taken aback, for it took her a moment to recover. She laughed lightly, saying, "Perhaps your right, Jane, and it's the wrong material for you anyway." Turning to the sales-girl she said, "We'll leave it thank you, but we do have to buy some stockings, they're over there, aren't they?" After getting a positive reply we left the girl to put back the nightie and walked over to the tights and stockings counter. Once we were out of earshot Vanya whispered to me "You're getting to be a cheeky little hussy, Jane. Don't push it too far or I'll really make you suffer, now or later!" I wasn't sure how serious she was but decided that discretion was called for from now on. We bought several pairs of stockings, beige for Vanya and black for me, then moved into the adjacent shoe section. Vanya tried on several pairs, deciding on yellow high-heeled ones then asked if I would like to try some. Although I answered no, she turned to the sales girl and asked if they had a red pair in my size. The girl returned a few moments later clutching a box so, with Vanya's guidance I sat down and let the girl remove my shoes and put my feet into the new red ones. I was a little hesitant of publicly walking in them at first but the earlier 'training' in the ultra-high boots made moving in 'normal' high-heels relatively easy now. I copied how Vanya had walked about and stood in front of the mirror then turned to her to ask if she liked them. She smiled sweetly at me then said to the sales-girl "We'll take both pairs, please." She gave the girl a bankcard while I sat down and put my other shoes back on. Once our purchases were wrapped we took a bag each and walked out. "Thank you for buying them for me, Vanya" I said honestly. "They look very nice and feel quite comfortable. I hoped you really liked me wearing them." I took and squeezed her hand to show that I was being serious. She flashed me a beautiful smile, her eyes shining brightly. "I've dreamed of taking you shopping for clothes like this many times," Vanya said softly. "I was very tempted to buy you some sexy frilly panties for your birthday last month as a tester to see if you liked them but I managed to control the impulse because I knew I'd prefer you in rubber. I want to buy you lots of feminine things and I will now, at every chance I get. However, having you out in public as a woman like I've wanted for so long is making me feel so randy and wet that right now I want to get home so that you can relieve some of the tension in me. You also deserve a reward for being so good this morning and for following orders this afternoon. Come on, Jane my Darling, let's get to the car." There was no doubting her words for I could see the lust in her eyes and the idea began to turn me on. With memories of the fantastic orgasms she had given me over the last few days flying through my mind I needed no second invitation so we turned and walked out of the building at quite a brisk pace, our heels clicking sweetly on the concrete as we went across to the car. Once we were on our way home Vanya's hand moved from the gear lever to my knee and gently slid my skirt up a little. Her soft fingers stroked my stockinged thigh, the feeling being strangely enhanced by the film of nylon and I shivered at her touch. I wanted to caress Vanya as well but as I reached out my hand she told me to stop. "Don't touch me yet, Jane. I'm feeling quite greedy but I need to concentrate on my driving. After all, we don't want to have you in hospital do we?" She kept up the delicious stroking on my thigh, but my mind stayed on her words: what would happen under those circumstances, or even if I needed to go to a doctor or dentist? I posed the problem to Vanya. "You may have seen some of the letters in 'WIC' dealing with medical matters, Jane. Many Athena members are professional woman and quite a few are doctors. I spoke to Mme. Domina about it and she is sending me names of the nearest ones, as well as any dentists, be they women or 'controlled' men. Don't worry about your health, Darling, because unless it's an accident we can take care of it easily. One member even had her partner's Adam's apple shaved by an Athena plastic surgeon so that he looked even more natural as a woman, but you don't have to worry - yours doesn't look too bad!" Vanya flashed a confiding smile across at me, then continued my education. "Members are in all walks of life and, if you know who to contact, almost anything can be done. It seems we can get you a new passport as a female or even get your original birth certificate changed! I will have to look into it sometime," she added with another smile, all the time continuing her delightful caresses on my stockinged thighs, and only moments later I realised we were turning into our lane. With the car in the garage, the gate and door locked behind us, we each picked up our purchases and, hand in hand, went up the stairs to the bedroom. Vanya put the packages and our handbags on the floor then threw her arms about me and pulled my body hard against hers. "Oh! I love you so very much, Jane my beautiful lover," she said with a smile, the lust growing in her eyes with the words. She kissed me, gently at first, but as her tongue pushed between my lips it became deep and demanding, while I slid my hands around her hips to squeeze them against mine. When we broke the kiss we were both breathing heavily and we gazed into each others eyes with a mutual longing while Vanya's nimble fingers deftly undid the buttons down the back of my blouse. My bracelet and pendant were quickly removed then Vanya gently tugged the black satin from my arms. As she reached for the clasp and zip of my skirt she lowered her head and brushed the tip of her tongue lightly over my left nipple and I gasped with pleasure at the erotic feeling it created. When she did the same to my other nipple I was unable to prevent the groan of delight that it brought to my lips. She helped me step out of my shoes and the soft circle of the leather skirt, then I reached to remove her clothing. "No, don't touch me. Just stand there and let me look at you, Darling, while I undress myself. Just looking at your exquisitely feminine body is turning me on," ordered Vanya as she undressed slowly before me. She left on her stockings and suspender belt as well as the white latex slip but removed her panties and bra, then returned to me to lift my slip and tug down my rubber panties. "Right now, I want you gently, Darling," Vanya whispered throatily and, taking my hand, drew me onto the bed where the smooth rubber of the thick duvet was pleasantly cool to the touch. She sat along side me, our bodies facing, wrapped her arms about me and we kissed deeply again. Her right hand stole up to my left breast, her fingertips flitting about my nipple, so I followed her lead and caressed her in the same way. When the kiss broke she kissed my ear before working her way down the side of my neck with soft, exciting bites. The position we were in was ideal for me to copy her actions and that way we were exciting each other so quickly. We both lowered our heads together to each other's breast, licking and kissing before sucking on the nipples in our mouths. Hands and mouths moved back and forth between breasts for many minutes, arousing both of us, with me now knowing exactly what Vanya was feeling! A little later I felt Vanya's hand slide up my thighs. Her fingers crept under my latex slip and above the tops of my stockings to lightly stroke my groin. When I did the same it was no surprise to feel the outer lips of her vagina were moist and swollen. Vanya gave me a smile of pure lust then dropped onto her side facing me. She pushed my thighs wide apart and slid her head under my slip. I wanted to do the same to her but I waited, frozen, for what I hoped was coming next. I was not disappointed for her warm breath moved above my stockings and suddenly she was sucking on me with her mouth. I groaned with delight and collapsed on my side, my head level with her crotch. As I recovered from her first arousing kisses, I tugged up her rubber slip as she opened her thighs for me, then pressed my face to her womanhood. Vanya also began to moan as I ran my tongue back and forth between her lips and flicked the tip over her rapidly erecting clit. It was difficult to concentrate on what I was doing for Vanya's mouth was also working its magic on me and my excitement was growing with each second. Slowly I was rolled onto my back whilst Vanya, keeping our mouths where she wanted them, rolled firmly on top of me. When she had she closed her legs to gently grip my head with her soft stockinged thighs, her slip falling down to enclose me in a world of the erotic taste of her pussy, the sensuous smell of latex and the smooth caress of her stockinged thighs on each side of my head. I felt her suck harder on me while her hands squeezed and caressed the cheeks of my bottom, each movement arousing me more. Knowing how aroused Vanya was also feeling I brought my tongue to work on her delightful clit, feeling it grow harder with each touch. I moved my right hand round her hips and, flicking up the back of her latex slip, gently inserted my thumb into her hot, wet vagina. In moments the whole digit was stroking softly inside her and, being very careful with my longer, painted nails, I pressed my middle finger onto the star of her bottom and began working it backwards and forwards. Slowly I pushed my finger deeper inside her until my bondage-ring was pressing at the entrance to her body, while she moaned with pleasure at what I was doing. I gently squeezed the two passages inside her together between my finger and thumb, sliding both of them in and out of her in time with the flicking of my tongue on the erect button of her clitoris. Although Vanya's thighs were partly blocking my ears I faintly heard her groan with passion then say "That's what I want, Jane. Keep doing it to me like that. Please don't stop." With the encouragement of her words I concentrated my mouth on her clitoris, sucking hard while using my lips to gently nip and bite at its base. Vanya's groans grew louder and her hips began to gyrate sensuously against my mouth, her slip falling over my face once more. Her own mouth lost all rhythm between my legs, telling me her climax was on its way, so I kept up the steady, pulsating attack on her. Just moments later I felt Vanya begin to stiffen, her soft thighs gripping my head and holding me hard against her womanhood. Her vagina began to rhythmically clench at my thumb while her bottom tightened to hold my finger inside her body and I heard a long, passionate moan escape Vanya's lips as her orgasm grew and overtook her. At last she collapsed limply on top of me as all the tension faded from her lovely body and, as her thighs relaxed their hold on my head, I gratefully filled my lungs with air before giving her clit a final loving stroke with my tongue. Slowly and gently I withdrew my thumb and finger from her. A moment later Vanya languishly rotated her body on top of mine until she was looking down into my face. She smiled lovingly into my eyes, kissed me long, slow and deep then gazed at me once more. "You always seem to know everything that I need, Darling, everything that will excite me each time we make love. You are the perfect lover and it's no wonder I need you so much. I know you don't feel satisfied yet, darling Jane but, as my slave-girl you will have to wait, because right now I want to feel you holding me. Just cuddle me and love me please Jane," asked Vanya softly with no trace of dominance in her voice for once. Despite feeling very aroused, I was more than content to gather Vanya into my arms and cuddle her to me, her head resting on my breast. She murmured approval as I stroked her hair then I watched her hand reach up to gently hold my breast and her lips open to gently suckle on my nipple. She lay there for several minutes, just like a baby as I mothered her. Vanya had sometimes needed me to do this for her in the past, but this time I was equipped for the task and particularly enjoying the gentle sucking on my nipple. I'm not sure if she actually slept, but I continued to lightly caress her hair while whispering how much I loved her and enjoyed feeling her beautiful body against me for almost half an hour. At last she stirred in my arms and, still keeping my n