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I want to thank everyone who's read this series and left reviews. It wasn't my first story I put in, but its been the one I've enjoyed writing the most. I credit a lot of writers for giving me ideas and inspiring me, denver and Julie O are the ones I like the most. I started writing because of a lack of roleplay partners in the roleplay chat rooms. The demise of the themed user rooms made that harder. If anyone reading my stories wants to roleplay with me, email me at [email protected], include a yahoo I'd I can contact and we can work something out. This is the last or second last chapter in this series, but it wont be the last story I'll write up and send in. I have some new story ideas I'll explore, so keep checking the site for new ones from me. NEW YORK SWITCH CHAPTER 6 All around me, guests mingled and talked, drinking from champagne glasses and taking snacks from passing trays. I was on drink duty, carrying a tray with champagne flutes on it, wearing my masters favourite French maid outfit. My breasts strained under the dress as I walked flawlessly in the black patent leather 5in ankle boots laced on my feet. Leather cuffs with 12inches of chain between them were secured around my ankles, forcing me to make short mincing steps. As guests took glasses from my tray, I felt hands caressing my thighs and under my short skirt to caress my smooth bottom. I was used to it and even expected it, I accepted that I was his favourite girl and did as he asked of me. The date was December 31 2012, new years eve. I should have been happier, and I would be if I was free, but I wasn't. All around me, elegantly dressed couples mingled, talked, laughed and discussed business. I pushed those thoughts away and returned to the kitchen, the staff were working overtime to make enough snacks and plates of chicken, fish, everything the guests would eat tonight from the tables set up. I savored the scents reaching my nose but didn't dare help myself to any of it. I could only hope that my master would feed me, or let me eat later on tonight. None of the staff touched or even talked to me, they were either too busy or too afraid to. As I carried out another tray of champagne flutes, I noticed my master making the rounds, talking with his business partners and other special guests. I made my way through to the circle around him and offered them the tray, they smiled and looked me over, mentally undressing me as I stood there. My short skirt barely covered my firm ass and upper thighs, while the hose and 5in ankle boots showed off my toned thighs and calves. "Ah, there you are pet, everyone, this is Serena, my most treasured posession. Aren't you pet?" he asked me as he held onto the stem of his champagne glass and wrapped his other arm around my waist. I smiled and nodded my head as he held me close to him, taking in my light, floral scent. "Yes I am sir, you keep me safe and happy here," I told him as his hand moved down to my as cheeks and caressed them. Closing my eyes, I moaned and leaned against him. If any of his circle of friends knew the truth about me, they hid it well. I felt his hand slide between my thighs and his finger rub over my panties, making my pussy tingle and moisten. Moaning louder as he continued, I parted my thighs and bit my lip to stop the loud moans and gasps from leaving my lips. Some looked on with envy, others in surprise. He revelled in his control of me, then moved his hand from my panties and lightly spanked me. "Now pet, stop showing off and take a tray of snacks to bring here, our guests are hungry." he told me as I meekly nodded my head and walked back to the kitchen. My pussy still throbbed in arousal as I walked away. I both wanted him to stop and didn't want him to stop. I quickly returned with a tray of hor'derves and carried it to where he was waiting. They helped themselves to it as well as my master. As he ate one, he took one and offered it to me. Parting my lips, I took it and savored it. I knew how I must look to everyone, wearing a sensual French maids dress, hose, 5in ankle boots, my hair and make up flawless. They all lusted after me, some hid it well, others had to be reminded by their wives to stop drooling by several elbows to their sides. I hadn't been following the time, and it was only the announcement from the announcer at the door that it was one minute to midnight. Everyone got excited, including me. My master took the tray from my hands and put it on a side table. I felt tingly all over as he held me against his chest and kept his arms around me. My rear was pressed against his crotch as the countdown began. As attentions were diverted, he unzipped his pants and lifted the back of my skirt up to guide his thick cock into me. My panties were moved to one side as he slid back and forth into me from behind. I tossed my head back and forth, moaning and gasping as he pulled back and forth. No one else was focused on us as he nibbled on my neck and shoulder, one of my more sensitive areas, getting me more and more excited as my juices coated his cock and made it easier for us to couple. As the countdown reached 10, I felt my orgasm coming, the fear of being seen like this and my own feelings made it happen faster and even aroused me like never before. As the countdown reached zero and streamers went off, I cried out and orgasmed right there with him. I gripped his cock tightly and milked it as I shuddered, my orgasm going through me as my cries were masked by the sounds of celebration from everyone present around us. Panting and shuddering, I tilted my head back as my master kissed me passionately and deeply. Our coupling was hidden as he slid out of me and zipped his pants up. I would have collapsed but he held me up, gently caressing me and kissing me as the new year began. Ever since Christmas a week ago, he had been acting different. More caring, almost as if he knew our time together was limited and made an effort to be more of a lover than a master. Closing my eyes, I met his kiss and our tongues touched. I craved his touch and kisses, anything about him I craved. As things quietened down, he accepted a plate with a selection of meats and steamed vegetables from one of the staff and took me into one of the rooms just off the main living area. Sitting down at one of the chairs, he had me kneel next to him and handfed me. As I was near starving, I eagerly took what he offered me. Small bits fell from his hand onto my cleavage and dress, I ignored them and took the food from his hand. Closing my lips around his finger, I suckled and nibbled gently on it as I gazed hungrily up at him. He softly caressed my cheeks and kissed me again. "You've been a very good pet for me, I want you to know that. you've exceeded my expectations and then some. I just wanted you to know that." he told me as I knelt there, Then helped me to my feet and lead me back out to the party by my collar. I stood with him as fireworks went off above the mansion and grounds. I've always loved fireworks and gasped every time a big one went off. When the guests had left, he took me up to his bedroom and helped me out of my cuffs and outfit, then put me into a white satin basque style corset and white leather arm binder. My arms were very flexible and limber from being in them for so often. White patent leather ankle boots with 7in heels were laced onto my feet and a matching white leather collar was buckled around my slender neck. As he secured it around my neck, I turned and rolled around the bed, laughing and giggling playfully as he watched on. Getting off the bed, I raced from the bedroom as fast as I can. It wasn't hard to run as I'd been in them a lot. I looked behind to see him coming after me, he managed to corner me in a study and bent me over the desk. "You naughty girl you, now I have you, your mine now," he whispered into my ear as he stroked along the sides of my breasts and slid into me from behind again. I moaned and cried out as he thrust into me again and again, then pulled me to my feet facing one of the windows. His lips moved along my cheek and neck as we coupled. Our combined moans filled the room along with my own musky aroma. "You little minx you, trying to run from me, naughty girl you," he told me as he lightly spanked me and brought to me to another shuddering orgasm. I could barely remember what it felt like to have an orgasm when I was male, but it had nothing on a female orgasm. He pulled out of me and had me kneel down to clean his cock with my tongue. I lightly licked around it and suckled on it. As he leaned his head back and sighed in pleasure, I got to my feet and ran from the room again. I was only playing and he knew it. I didn't get far, only as far as the home theatre before his arms wrapped around me and closed the door behind us. He locked it and put on one of the DVDs from our private collection. As it started up, I recognised it. It was myself and the other pets in Miami, one of the owners estates on Star Island, very exclusive and private. As I watched the dvd of us all together, bringing each other to screaming orgasms, I felt my masters cock teasing my thighs and pussy again. I moaned and bent over to let him slide into me, which he eagerly did again. 2 months passed, things were normal enough. I kept my master happy, kept him company and shared his bed. But changes were to come. When my master came back from Manhattan on the first day of March, I was taken up to one of the guest bedrooms. My maids dress was taken off and I was taken into one of the many bathrooms for a long, luxurious bath. Every part of me was washed, my long hair was shampooed and conditioned, my skin was washed and scented all over. Any questions I asked the girls washing me were ignored. I was then dried with scented, fluffy towels, then helped into a black satin strapless bra and matching panties. A box on the bed was opened up to show me a matching gown, a sexy, red strapless satin gown that I knew would hug my every curve. I stood still as I was helped into it and felt it zipped up behind me. A pair of 5in spike heels were placed on my feet and I was made to sit down on the bed as one of my attendants applied make up to my face. At the same time, the other one was styling my long hair behind me. After years of not having haircuts, it went all the way down to the back of my slender waist. I gasped as she showed me a mirror, I looked more beautiful than ever, even when I was made ready for private parties, I wasn't made up this much. I looked like a supermodel or fashion queen. I'd been female long enough to get enjoyment and happiness from looking my best. I was a match for the legendary Helen of Troy. A diamond bracelet was placed around my wrist, along with a pair of matching earrings and perfume was dabbed on either side of my neck, then on my wrists and at my cleavage. Standing up in the spike heels, I was lead down to the main dining room by one of the staff to see my owner sitting at the table, it was set for two, him and me. I was seated to the left of him and crossed my long legs underneath the table. My mind and heart were racing. I'd never been treated like this before, almost like a guest or even a girlfriend. Wine glasses were placed in front of us and I picked up mine and raised it as he did the same. Slowly tasting it, I moaned softly as I found that I liked the taste. "You needn't worry pet, I just wanted to have a normal meal with you, your not in any trouble or anything," he told me as our main meal was served. I wasn't about to complain or give him any reason to take it away and started on the red emperor fish fillets on my plate. I ate as ladylike as I could, taking small bites as he looked from me to his own meal, then back at me. We made polite conversation and despite what he said to me, I feared that he had sold me to someone and this was my last meal with him. After we had finished and cleared our plates, he left the room, then returned with a flat, black box. He placed it in front of me and opened it up, showing me what was inside. I held onto the table and looked at him in shock as I saw what it was, a diamond necklace, and from the size of the diamond, it wouldn't have been cheap. Although I knew what could be done with cubic zirconia, one look at this and I knew it was the real McCoy. Not the heart of the ocean, but not far from it. "Its for you, a gift," he told me as he placed it around my neck and did the clasp behind my neck. My fingers reached up to touch it and feel its weight. "And yes, its real, you've given me a lot of happiness and pleasure over the years, and I wanted to give you something.." Taking my slender hand in his, he helped me to my feet and guided me out to the outside steps and down to the garden where lights were set up. As I got closer, I could hear classical music playing from speakers set up. Guiding my free hand to his shoulder, his other hand rested on my waist and we began to dance. I'd taken enough dancing lessons to dance well enough and not step on anyones toes. What better way to get close to women than to learn to dance, they had to get close to you and you had to touch them. Now I was the woman dancing with a handsome multi-billionare. Dancing expertly, I rested my head on his shoulder and lost myself. I knew something was up, he had something planned but what, what could it be. As the cd stopped, he guided me to one of the stone benches and had me sit down. Pouring me a fresh glass of champagne, he poured one for himself with his back to me. I couldn't see what he was doing as he filled both glasses, then carried them across to me. Handing one to me, we toasted and I tasted the champagne. I hadn't even had half of it before my vision blurred and I realised that my drink had been laced with something. As I slumped down, my master wrapped he arms around me and held me to his shoulder, softly talking to me as he caressed over my long hair and back. I tried to talk, but couldnt as my glass fell to the ground and broke. "Shhh.. Shhhh, its ok pet, your ok, its for the best," he told me as I struggled to talk and stay awake. "It's for the best, you'll be ok," I heard him say as I passed out in his arms. NEW SURROUNDINGS Consciousness came slowly to me as I woke up and opened my eyes. Before I had cleared them, I just knew something was off. Sitting up in the bed I'd woken up in, I gazed around the room. All the furniture was antique and for show. Unsure if I had been sold to someone else, I glanced down at my body and was surprised to find that I was in a black victorias secret cotton camisole and matching boyleg panties. Tracing my finger over the pink heart on the left side of the camisole, I slipped out from under the sheets and walked from the bedroom into the ajoining living room. Again, the furniture was all antique. I had no idea where I am, but she sounds of traffic from the windows let me know that I was in a city. Sliding the curtains aside, I froze as I saw traffic below me. I was in a hotel overlooking park avenue. My heart was pounding faster as I explored the luxury suite I'd woken up in. The living room, foyer, it couldn't have been cheap. Getting myself a drink from the fridge in the kitchenette, I noticed a laminated menu guide on the bench. Picking it up, I saw that it was for the Waldorf Astoria hotel, so that's where I was. Was this for another meeting with the other pets, or was I on loan to another master. My mind was racing as I nearly ran back to the bedroom. It was only then that I noticed the cream colored Gucci bag hanging off a chair. Opening it up, I took out a matching purse and looked through it. In it was a New York drivers licence in the name of Serena Chase, so that's what her full name was. In it along with that was about 6 credit cards, about 3 grand in cash, a card showing Serena's social security number, business cards from around America. Some were for upscale beauty salons. Also inside it was a cell phone , I quickly found out that it was working and ready for use. Why would I be brought here with a purse, cell phone, everything I would need to make a life for myself. On the chair was a leather carry case, I looked through that as well and found a resume, birth certificate, and other legal document. The resume was fresh and up to date, according to it, I had been Mr Winslow's personal assistant and had travelled extensively with him. The dates of overseas trips must have coincided with trips I'd taken to see the other pets and to be in the dvds made of us. My gaze turned to the wardrobe and I walked to it. The scent of fresh flowers reached my nose as I opened it up. Inside were several tailored jackets and matching skirts, in cream, black and lavender, several silk blouses, the gown I had on what must have been last night. Several casual skirts were hanging up as well. A black travel bag was on the floor next to several pairs of heels, pumps, sandals, none were lower than 3inches. My mind was racing as I ran to the curtains and looked out at the street below me. The sound of the phone caught my attention and I quickly walked over to it. Putting it on speakerphone, I answered it. "Ms Chase, you have a call from Mr Winslow," I heard come from it as I sat down next to it. "Umm, yes, put it through," I told whoever it was as I sipped from the glass, unsure who it could be as I waited. "Good morning Serena, I trust you slept well," I heard my master say as I swallowed and moved closer to the phone. "Sir, what's going on, why am I here, was I given to someone else, or,, sold." I asked him as I nervously looked around the room as if someone would suddenly walk in. "No Serena, I havn't sold you, or given you away, I've released you, I couldn't keep you caged any longer. As much as you loved being with me, you craved freedom deep down, I couldn't deny you that any longer," I heard him say as I closed my eyes and listened to his voice, even now I missed his soft touch against my skin, his fingertips near my tingling pussy and heaving breasts. "But, why, did I do something wrong. You really mean that, I'm free, I'm really free." As I thought about it, I visualised where I wanted to go and do in the world. I couldn't go back to my previous life, my family thought I was dead and buried, to tell them otherwise would cause them too much hurt. "Just with what I have in my purse, that wont last long." I told him as I looked through the antique drawer and found a big selection of bra's, panties, stockings, everything I'd need. "No pet, you'll receive a call in about an hours time that will aleviate that. Until then, have a shower and order room service. I will miss you, and will look out for you. I'll watch over you, and contact you when the time is right." With that, he hung up. I sat there, still, for several minutes as I thought about what I would do. What could I do. I did the only thing I could do. Savoring the warm water in the huge bathroom, I sighed as my hands caressed over my smooth skin, over my breasts and down my sides and slopes of my firm ass. My body was fit and toned from the exercises I'd done almost every day at my masters estate. I was almost athletic in shape. Rubbing the scented body wash over me, I moaned and inhaled the lavender scent that reached my nose. Before, I hadn't liked that scent much, now, I loved it, it helped to define who I was now. Stepping out of the shower stall, I dried myself and changed into one of the robes hanging up. I thought of keeping it as I dried my hair and let it flow behind my back. As I was feeling hungry, I did order room service and order a continental style breakfast. It arrived 10 minutes later by a staff member that strangely enough wouldn't accept a tip. That confused me as I sat down in the living area and started on breakfast. French toast, scrambled eggs, fresh coffee and OJ. Everything I loved for breakfast. I traced my finger over my lips as I imagined them around my masters shaft, bring him to orgasm with my gifted tongue and lips. I brushed those thoughts away and continued to eat. As I finished my coffee, the phone rang again. Remembering what my master had told me, I nearly ran to it and answered it. I accepted the call and heard a female voice say to me. "Good morning, is this Ms Serena Chase, social security number 898 1356?" "Yes it is," I answered her as I had no idea who it was. "Thank you, this is Stella Mathis from Morgan Bank, I'm calling to let you know that there's been a transfer of 21 million dollars into your new account here," I heard her say as I nearly collapsed. 21 million dollars, I was set for life with that. So that's what he meant by me not worrying about money. ,Umm.. Thank you." I told her as I struggled to get my head around that. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" she asked me as I stared at the speaker. "Can I access it right away?" I asked her. When she said yes, I quickly thanked her and let her go. Quickly taking off my robe, I changed into a white satin bra and panty set, then took out a white satin basque corset and wrapped it around my waist. I'd worn one so often I almost felt naked without it on and laced it up behind me, tugging on the laces to tighten it. I tied them in a knot, then changed into one of the white silk blouses hanging up, then the cream colored jacket and skirt. As I zipped the skirt up behind me and rolled a pair of thigh high stockings up my legs, I knew I'd have to go shopping for more casual clothes. As much as I enjoyed looking this sexy, I also wanted to go back to wearing jeans and tshirts. Slipping my feet into a pair of matching cream strap on 3in pumps, I stood in front of the mirror and admired my sensual reflection. I knew I wasn't done yet and walked into the suites boudoir where a wide selection of make up and brushes were set up. Sitting down, I expertly applied make up and styled my long hair. If I was to be female for the rest of my life, I was resolved to look my very best. Wrapping a ladies watch around my wrist and several diamond rings on my fingers. I stood up and picked up my bag to walk from the suite. As I walked to the elevator, I was aware of men gazing and admiring me, they desired me and I knew it. Had I been female so long that my thinking had been completely altered. Had the man I had once been been completely erased and replaced with Serena. I held onto who I had been inside as the skirt and heels made me walk slowly and sensuously, my heels tapped on the floor as I got into the elevator and took it down to the lobby. I hadn't walked more than 10 feet before two men in suits walked to my side. They introduced themselves as the manager and concierge. "Ah, Serena, I trust you liked your suite, your uncle brought you in last night and told us to take excellent care of you. If there's anything we can do to make your stay more pleasant, don't hesitate to ask," the manager told me as I took this in. My uncle, aka Mr Winslow. "Thank you, I'll be sure to do that, how long do I have the suite for." I asked them as they stood there, ignoring everyone else as if I was the most important person here. "For a week, you were asleep when you were brought in, your uncle paid for the room and told us you had just returned from Europe on a break from college," the concierge told me as I held onto the strap of my bag and idly twirled one of the rings around my fingers. "Well, I do have to go to Morgan Bank to make a withdrawl, I could use a taxi," I asked him as he turned to his desk. "For you Ma' am, I'll give you a car with a driver to take you there, if there's anywhere you need to go, or want to see, he can take you and I can arrange it, anything at all," he said as if he could give me the world on a platter. Being a concierge, he probably could too. The car was a black Mercedes S class, very comfortable and sleek. As I relaxed, I crossed my long legs and traced my fingers over my stockings. Of all the things I'd expected when I woke up this morning, this wasn't it. I was footloose and fancy free, a rich girl with 21 million dollars to play with. I couldn't hide or deny what I had become, what Eric had made me into all those years ago, I had to make the most of what and who I was. As the car stopped outside the bank, I waited until my driver had opened my door, then stepped out, swinging both legs out at once. The skirt ensured that it was the only way I could, another thing to get used to. Thanking him, I told him I wouldn't be long and walked into the bank. My heels clicked on the hard floor as I looked around. My skirt and jacket fitted me snugly as my breasts rose and fell under my blouse and bra. I'd never been to a bank like this, I'd never been rich enough to even step foot in one. As I was let in and seated, I told the bank employee what I was here for. I Ided myself with a fingerprint and retina scan, then told him what I wanted to take out today, 50 thousand. Less than 5 minutes later, I walked out with 50 grand in my bag. I could hardly believe it, the money was all real and all in my name. After returning to the Waldorf, I went to Kenneths Salon in the hotel itself for an Essential Body Melt a few hours later. It was highly recommended and I found that I loved every minute of it, I savored the invigorating dry brushing, the massage, moist heat application, then the head and foot massages. I nearly fell asleep through it as the staff working there knew their jobs very well. Nothing relaxed me and made me feel more feminine than being in the salon. 50 minutes later, I walked out and the concierge found me. I thanked him for organising the body melt so quickly, then told him I wanted to see a few shows while I was here, stage and theatre shows. He worked quickly and for the next few nights, I enjoyed shows at Carnegie Hall, Radio City Hall, New Amsterdam Theatre and Caroline's Comedy Club. I enjoyed being around people again and felt alive again. I spent my days roaming the city, visiting the Intrepid Air Sea and Space museum, American Museum of Natural History, the many museums that went along the East side. I was used to being gazed at and admired. Serena had a sexy, petite body, and as it was mine for the rest of my life, I flirted and got to know several men. I used my knowledge from when I was male and acted accordingly. I let them be my guides and took me through the city, showing me things and sights I would never have found on my own. With only 2 days to go until I had to leave the suite, I talked to the concierge again about buying an apartment here in the city. Within an hour, he had found several in my price range in the Upper West Side. I checked out 3 or 4 of them before deciding on a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment at 155 west 70th street. The building was called Coronado. It was specious and perfect, with even better views, and at only 1.9 million, I could easily afford it. I paid with an electronic transfer from my account and moved in the very next day. I shopped at several stores for furniture to fill it, I did have over 1400 sqft of space to fill in my apartment. I chose both antique and modern furniture. What I chose was both what I'd always wanted and what my new feminine nature told me to buy. I set up vases with fresh flowers in the entry and in my own room, I loved the scent of flowers as I relaxed in the mahogany king size bed in my bedroom. I shopped at both upscale boutiques and at regular shops for clothes to fill the walk in closet in my bedroom. I wandered the streets in a halter top, short leather skirt and 3in pumps one day, then jeans, tshirt and sneakers the next day, each time I felt sexy and lusted after. After a month of exploring the island, I decided to go on my first trip. I hadn't been to Alaska so I flew there. I went on an organised tour through British Colombia, the Yukon Territory and Alaska, seeing Whitehorse, Dawson City, Anchorage, Seward, the list was extensive. It was beautiful and raw out here, in the middle of nature, untamed and alive. Next on my list was San Francisco and Las Vegas. I spent two weeks in both cities, staying in the best hotels. I stayed in one of the best suites at the MGM Grand hotel and gambled at the tables. I'd always been a pretty good gambler and won a bit. I took in a helicopter ride over the city at night, took a flight to see the Grand Canyon. Photos definitely don't do it justice. A few days later, I returned to the Grand Canyon for an 8 day rafting trip. I?d roughed it before on other treks and thoroughly enjoyed myself, the sound of the water and the motor of the rafts. I got along with everyone there and no doubt left some of the men and women with broken hearts when we parted in Vegas.. After having a long shower, I changed into a black satin dress, matching thong panties and 5in pumps, I returned to the gambling areas and sat down next to him. I must have brought him luck because he won a lot of hands. When he was several million ahead, he cashed out and had me join him for a meal. he softly caressed my hand and talked to me as we ate at one of the finest restaurants in the hotel. Then it was into one of the bars for some dancing. He reminded me of my former master. His voice, scent, everything. I danced with him and kissed him as his hands cupped and fondled my firm breasts. I was moist and felt a throbbing inside me as he took me up to his suite and took me on his bed, with a view of the strip right outside. I tried to hold back, but as he thrust into me, I cried and squealed in extasy as he gently slid into me. He was gentle and caring as he orgasmed and guided me to my own orgasm, one of many during the night. The next morning, we enjoyed breakfast in his room, where he asked me about myself. I told him an edited version, which he accepted and packed for his own trip back home. Before he guided me out of his suite, he kissed me and pressed something into my hand before closing the door. My heart was pounding as I felt as if all my formerly male essences were gone. All I had were memories. Glancing down at my hand, I saw it was a bundle of 100 dollar notes, $5,000 in all. Later on that day, I checked out and took a greyhound bus out of the city, travelling on a budget and seeing the real America, Route 66, Denver, Chicago. I formed several relationships during my travels, which lasted for several months. I got in late that night at my apartment and crashed, only waking up as the sun streamed into my bedroom. As I got up and had a shower, I thought of home, Australia, my former home anyway. I had a US oassport in my bag, but hadn't had a chance to use it. Whenever my thoughts returned to the life I used to have back home, I went to the closest Starbucks I could find. There was one not far from my apartment building and I went to it. Wearing a Ferre green silk dress , matching green thong panties and 4in wedge heels, I left the building and walked to one of the few places I could completely relax at. Ordering a grande cappachino, I smiled and flirted with the man behind the counter. He couldn't have been older than 19, while biologically, Serena was 27. Taking my coffee from the end of the counter, I twirled slightly for him and walked to one of the window seats where I could watch the city move in front of me. Putting the coffee and my bag on the bench in front of me, I crossed my legs and smoothed my skirt down. I was undeniably female, 100% on the inside and almost completely on the inside, I held onto what I could and enjoyed my cappachino. A familiar sounding voice woke me up from my daydream, slowly turning around, I saw a familiar face and heard the voice again. It was Emily, wearing a black satin skirt, top and heels. As her gaze met mine, she bit back a scream and ran to me. I got off the stool and wrapped my arms around her, the force of her hug nearly collapsed both of us as she held onto me tightly, then kissed me. A long, passionate kiss that only lovers share. I took in her scent and taste, it was just as I remembered it. Gazing deeply into her eyes, we slowly parted as we realised we were the centre of attention, abet briefly. Some were openly enjoying the sight of two beautiful women kissing, some were put off, and others were just enjoying the view. We talked and talked as we hadn't seen each other in at least 8 to 10 months. She told me she had been released as well, but with 12 million from her master. She was renting an apartment and I only had to ask her to move in with me for her to say yes. She loved my apartment from the first moment she saw it and she moved in that very day. The next few weeks went perfectly, we slept together, went out together, shared my bed with me and brought me to orgasm after orgasm. I always woke up content and sated next to her, the sheets crumbled around us from our lovemaking. The next week, she told me that she wanted to become a dominatrix, she had always been more dominant whenever all of the pets got together and in her mind, I was the perfect one to practise on. I told her I would, but the speed of her timetable surprised even me. The very next morning, I woke up and turned over in my bed. The first thing I felt was a collar around my neck, then the familiar feeling of my arms laced into something behind me. The soft clink of a chain near my ankles let me know that my ankles had been shackled, and a soft ache in my feet let me know that they were in ballet boots. I hadn't worn any since I had been freed, and the sight of my feet in them made me moisten up immediately. As I sat up, I noticed a chain from my right ankle to the bed, long enough to reach the bathroom but not the rest of my apartment. "Ah, your awake, I trust you like how I dressed you," I heard her say as she stood in the doorway, wearing a black leather skirt, bra and 4in heeled boots. Her hair was freshly brushed and flowing behind her, she looked more beautiful than ever. "Yes I did, where did you get all this gear you put on me, did your master give it to you?" I asked her as she slowly walked closer to me, her heels clicking as she walked. "No, I bought them a few days ago, when you said yes, I couldn't wait to put them on you," she told me as she sat down next to me and gently ran her finger along my pussy lips, making me moan and gasp in arousal, her fingernail running along it made it more intense. "I'm going shopping for more items for you and I didn't want you to go anywhere, you're my pet now," she whispered into my ear, then nibbled on it. "It's a bit hard to like this, at least put the TV on for me," I asked her as she giggled and kissed me. Leaning back against the bedhead, I watched as she put it on and left the remote up high, where I couldn't reach it. She saw the fustration on my face and smiled as she enjoyed the power she had over me, then walked out of the room. I followed her and heard her pick up her set of keys and locked the front door behind her. Alone, I tried to relax as I half thought she was serious. I could have got help but I didn't want to be seen like this by anyone else, plus, being in this bondage again was more arousing than I remembered. I used the bathroom when I had to, and watched the discovery channel. I heard the front door unlock at about noon and sat on the edge of the bed. "On your knees pet," she told me as she walked in. Bowing my head, I quickly kneeled in front of her. I whimpered as she softly caressed my cheek and lips. Then slid a clear dildo into my mouth, I had my own extensive collection of vibrators and dildoes, but suckled obediently on it as she slid it deeper into my mouth, then helped me to my feet and bent me over the mattress. Parting my thighs in anticipation, I gasped as I felt the slick head of the dildo slide past my outer lips and into my pussy. Bucking my hips back and forth, I rode the dildo as she guide it deeper into me, knowing me well enough to make me wait for my anticipated orgasm. She held me as I came and coated the dildo with my juices and cum. Shivering and moaning as I savored my orgasm, I laid on my back as she unzipped her skirt and slid out of it, then straddled my face, her glistening pussy inches away from me. Leaning my head up, I ran my tongue against her sensitive pussy lips and clit as she moaned and shivered above me. She ground her pussy against my lips, making me take in her musky scent and swallow her sweet juices down. I suckled and nibbled on her swollen lips as she moaned louder and louder. My tongue took in her juices and swirled between them as she writhed and cried out as I guided her to her first orgasm of the day. She collapsed next to me and wrapped her slender arms around my waist, spooning me as I was as moist as she was. A few minutes later, she clipped a leash to my collar and led me out to the kitchen. I had to stand there as she made herself lunch, then heated up some chicken for me in the microwave and put it in a bowl. Smiling as she placed it on the floor next to a chair, she sat down and began to eat. As I hesitated, she pulled hard on the leash to pull me to my knees. I cried out as the collar closed around my neck even more and I was made to lean down to the bowl. Part of me knew she was just acting the dom as I ate from the bowl with my mouth, eating like any pet would. As I ate, she softly caressed over my long hair and talked to me, telling me how she would take good care of me here, how she would ensure I was well fed and cared for as her pet. I was kept like that all weekend. I obeyed her and brought her off over and over. She kept me washed and content, bringing me to orgasm as well, giving me more and more reasons to love being female. I was almost disappointed when she unlaced my arm binder and took off the shackles from my ankles. As I shakily stood up, she lead me into the bathroom and ran me a warm bath. She undressed and joined me in it, caressing and bathing me in the scented water, candles burnt around the bathroom as she lathered me up and kept me all tingly and aroused. It didn't take long for me to orgasm from her wandering fingers. I shuddered and gripped her fingers, then turned around to return the favor. We cuddled and kissed in the water for over an hour, taking our time as we were free and had all the time in the world. The next day, I got dressed in a white satin lingerie set, a denim minidress and white 5in ankle boots to model for a new designer here in the city. I'd been doing it for a while, it brought in money and I met people in the business. Serena had a petite, sensual body and I intended to capitalise on that. I posed and modelled designer lingerie, dresses and other clothes for him for several hours. I got a rush from wearing designer clothes that hadn't been worn by anyone yet. Modelling for him got me a job as a model in his fashion show. I met more models, fashion designers, more and more people in the business. They were all drawn to me as I walked down the catwalk in his designs. No one had seen me in this way before and they all agreed that I was perfect. I found out how catty and bitchy other models could be, not all of them were though. It was a whole new world backstage. But I somehow survived it all. 3 months passed in what felt like a blur. I enjoyed many more bondage encounters with Emily. She was hired as a dom in a nearby dungeon and continued to practise on me, I was only too happy to. Sometimes I played the dom and had her on her knees before me, wearing a pvc catsuit and 4in leather boots. We went out clubbing a lot, bringing home a hot guy or cute girl to my apartment, or even two sometimes. My bed got a big workout at those times as we writhed around, our moans and cries filled the room, as we touched and caressed silky smooth skin, moist pussies and thick, hard cocks. Most nights, I left certain windows uncovered as I had an audience on those nights. I smiled at the thought of couples or single men watching through their windows or balconies at our threesomes or foursomes The day after Emily and I had enjoyed a foursome with two raven headed twin sisters, I got an invitation to lunch at one of the best restaurants in the city. I could only assume that it was a designer or someone else in the business who wanted to meet me and ensured that I looked my best. I showered and conditioned my hair, then changed into a white satin thong, then a Blessed Electric blue dress with spaghetti straps and came down to mid thigh. Styling and arranging my long hair, I expertly applied makeup and slipped my feet into a pair of 3in sandals. Putting the strap of my bag over my shoulder, I left Emily on my bed and left my apartment, taking a taxi to the resturaunt. I glanced around as one of the staff lead me to a reserved table, he seated me and offered me a glass of cool water while I waited. I sipped from it as I waited and glanced at my watch. "Serena, you look just as good as I remember you," I heard a familiar voice ask me as I turned to see my former master standing there, wearing a finely made Armani suit and holding a rose in his hand. He offered it to me as he leaned down to kiss me. I could barely move as our lips met. I was amazed and shocked to see him again, he sat down in front of me and watched as I sniffed the rose. A womans sense of smell is a lot better than a mans. I had always known that and knew it for sure now as I took in its scent. "I didn't think I'd see you again, that you would take on a new girl and.. You'd forget about me," I said to him as I was certain he could hear my heart pounding inside my chest. "Forget about you, no, I've never had anyone like you, before or after. you've done well for yourself, a modelling contract in the works, an apartment of your own, extensive travels, and a live in girlfriend. I've been keeping an eye on you, for my own interests and for your safety," he told me as a waiter handed us menus, we ordered and continued to talk. From what he told me, he hadn't taken another girl to replace me, business had been good for him, but he had missed me a lot. While we waited for our meals, he reached across the table and took my slender hands in his bigger ones. "I know what Eric did to you, and I'm not angry, you needn't be afraid of me," he told me as I did begin to worry. How had he found out, its not something Eric would have volunteered, but he had found out somehow. "But, why.. You know I'm not Serena, well, I am on the outside, but.. since he did this to me, I've changed. Being with you and him, and with Emily, I did what I had to, you have to believe that," I told him, nearly pleading as I thought he would take off and never come back. "No, no. I understand all that, that's part of the reason why I'm here, he will get what's coming to him. Serena and the person you were have become one, for now, lets eat," he told me as our meal arrived. I ate and tried to figure out why he had invited me here, if he wasn't angry with me, then why, we toasted and enjoyed our meal. The resturaunt we were in was one of the best and the quality of the food was beyond anything else I'd ever had before. As he refilled our glasses, he took out a small box from his jacket and looked up at me. "This is why I'm here, after having you, I want to settle down with you." He then opened it up, showing me a diamond ring. I could only guess its worth, but it was worth more than a house. I looked from the ring to his face. For the first time ever, he was the one looking uncertain and nervous. Surprising even me, he got off his seat and onto one knee next to me. "Serena Chase, would you marry me and be my wife." he asked me as I could only sit there, my mind racing as I took all this in. Proposal, marriage, I was aware of the conversations around us going quiet as we drew attention. "You're serious about this?" I softly asked him as I knew what any other girl would do, but I wasn't just any girl, I was a former male in the body of a sexy, petite girl. "Yes I am, I love who you are now, so I place myself on the altar of dignity and ask you to marry me," he replied. "Yes, I will marry you," I told him as he smiled then got up to kiss me. I dimly heard the sound of clapping and comments as we kissed, but my attention was elsewhere. We were married two weeks later on the grounds of his estate. He wore a tux while I wore the most beautiful well made wedding dress I'd ever seen. Made of white silk and lace, it was made to my measurements, and with a basque corset laced around my waist, made me look even more beautiful. When the time came to say I do, it felt like the biggest decision I'd ever made, but I made it. The reception was right out of a society wedding, several hundred people attended, a lot were fellow business partners, fellow billionaires, ones I'd seen before and others who had no idea who I had been here before. The only one I knew to invite was Emily, she was happy for me and knew that I would still be there for her. I posed for photos with my new husband. I barely thought about the new wealth I now had. The 21 million he had given me was mere pocket change now. But that wasn't why I had said yes. Money was something you needed in case you didn't die tomorrow, I'd lived on a lot less. I was happy here with him. We honeymooned on the Hawaiian Islands for two weeks. I'd been there when I was 5, but couldn't remember a thing about it, something I've never forgiven my parents for. Now I was here again. We moved from island to island, seeing them all. Beaches, clubs, volcanoes, anything and everything. I showed off my centrefold body on the beaches, wearing short wrap skirts and bikini tops for my husband. Sadly it was over all too soon, and we were back at our estate. The staff was now mine as well. If they remembered that I was once his pet, they kept it to themselves. The morning after we had returned. I was lead down to the main living room by my husband. The first thing I noticed was a black trunk next to the couch. "What's going on, what's in that?" I asked him as he bade me to unlock it. Still unsure, I unlocked it and pulled back the lid. Inside was a bound girl, barely out of her teens. She was tastefully bound and arranged in the trunk. Her arms were snugly laced into an arm binder behind her. A black hood was over her head and face, a blonde ponytail came out from a hole on the top. A corset was wrapped around her slender waist and tiny bells clipped to her nipples jingled as she weakly squirmed. Thigh high pvc stockings hugged her legs, and familiar looking 8in ballet boots were laced onto her feet. My husband clipped a leash to her collar and tugged on it to get her standing. She could see and pleaded into her gag as she saw me. She wasn't Emily, I knew Emily's body well enough by now, who was she. "Serena, I'd like to introduce you to Eric, it doesn't look like him, but, with the help of the cuffs that his staff were kind enough to give me, it's him now," he told me as I took out her gag and walked around her. Her pleas begin almost immediately, pleading for help, how sorry he was for what he had done to me. Smiling sweetly at him in his new 5ft petite body, I pressed my finger against his lips and silenced him. "Silence, you'll find that I have a better use for that mouth of yours, as for releasing you, no. for what you did to me, what you took from me, I'll enjoy training you as you trained me," I told him as his new voice was sweet and innocent. "It only took a small bribe for his staff to turn on him. I don't know what I'll do with the cuffs, but I'm sure ill find a use for them," he told me as I took the leash from my husband and guided him to his knees in front of me. Sitting down as well, I parted my thighs and stroked my sensitive pussy over my satin panties. "You'll learn a lot of things from me, how to make me cum, how to make me happy, anything I want. It's your turn to be the bitch," I told him as the tears started, then pulled him closer to me and slid my panties down. It didn't take much for him to begin licking and suckling on my tingling pussy. His, or her new tongue was pierced with a stud, making her laps so much more intense. "Good girl, very good girl, good, now precious. If your good to me, I'll treat you well, if not, well, I can give you to Emily. She's a dominatrix at a city based dungeon, she'll enjoy having you with her if your bad," I told her as her tongue brought me closer and closer to a shuddering orgasm. I trust this ending is one you like, I may put in one with an alternate ending, or a continuing story like the author of turbulence did.