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Always Alison I Vanessa and I were always two separate souls but we were too much in love to understand that. She had more college degrees than I could keep track of and at the age of 28 was an up and coming star at the law firm of Barnes, Harrison and Lynch. I had graduated with degrees in Education and American Literature and at 24 was teaching seventh grade English and Poetry to earn a living but aspiring to become a writer. While Vanessa felt comfortable with facts, figures and logical thought, I was more artistic, creative and emotional. Physically, we were as much different as our personalities. At 5' 10" Vanessa was two inches taller than me. She had blond hair that fell in soft waves to the middle of her back and bright blue eyes that could see right into your soul. She had a figure that made men stare and women jealous. She had a flair for fashion and dressed in a way that was sexy but never inappropriate. She oozed sensuality. On the other hand, I was slim and somewhat fair faced for a man. My longish brown hair was thick and wavy and always appeared to need combing. I had no sense of fashion and depended on Vanessa to pick out appropriate clothing for a middle school English teacher. We married in the spring and I moved into her house. It was a significant step up from the one bedroom apartment that I had been living in. While I contributed my salary to our combined resources, Vanessa earned more than ten dollars for every one that I did. It was clear that in order to maintain the life style that she was accustomed to, and that I had entered into via marriage, that she would be the family breadwinner and I would do what ever I could to add value to the relationship. For over a year, things went well. We were living on our love and needed little else. While I continued to teach and work on my great American novel, Vanessa continued to build her career. On her 29th birthday, she was named Partner in the firm and had her salary doubled along with numerous other perks. She was the youngest ever partner at the firm and her position was solidly established. She convinced me to give up my teaching position and pursue my novel full time. After all we really didn't need the little money that I earned. The only caveat was that she expected me to manage the household since I would be there fulltime while she worked for a living. Over the next several months, life went on without issue. Vanessa spent more and more time at the office and out of town at meetings and conferences, but I was absorbed with my book so it didn't matter much. I actually began making some progress towards finishing the story and was already beginning the arduous task of trying to get connected with a publisher. Everything in our relationship went smoothly. Although we had sex less frequently due to Vanessa's schedule, when we did, it was as earth shattering as the first time. During the time in which the book seemed to really be coming together, I became so engrossed in the process, that I paid little attention to the other chores that had become my responsibility in managing the household. Vanessa would occasionally complain and I would apologize and promise to do better and Vanessa would forgive me and drag me off to bed so we could make up. It was a process that we both enjoyed immensely. One Saturday morning while we were sitting and enjoying breakfast, Vanessa said she had a surprise for me. "I've decided that you need some help keeping up with the household tasks." I frowned a little and started to apologize again, but she cut me off in mid sentence. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not mad. I known how hard you are working on your book and it does take more than a little time keeping up with this house. I've been thinking about it for some time now, and I've decided to hire a maid to help out. As a matter of fact, she will be moving in today. Her name is Michelle and she is a student at the University. She will be working two days a week, two evenings and every other Saturday. The room and board is part of her salary and I've agreed to help with her studies, she's a law student and has been working as a waitress just to have enough money to live on. All in all, I'm sure that this will turn out to be a great situation for all of us." Michelle arrived at 2:00 that same afternoon. She was driving a well- used mini-van that seemed to just barely pull itself up the shallow grade of the driveway. Vanessa had a little laugh at the condition of her transportation and then informed me, "I told her that she could probably use your car for going back and forth to school. I mean, you don't use it much and I would feel so much better with her driving across town and back in a safe reliable car. I told her that if she worked out well in the position that we might see our way to helping her buy a better car in the spring. Until then you won't mind her driving your car, will you?" Although she phrased it as a question, there was little doubt that her mind was already made up and that I was not going to change it. I stood there in silence and waited for the young girl who was supposed to make my life easier. So far all she had done was to add complications, and she had yet to set foot in the house. Vanessa turned away before I could respond. "Well don't just stand there, get Michelle's bags from the van while I greet her and help her get settled in. Tommy, I swear I don't know where your manners are. She will be using the back bedroom so that she can have some privacy. Put her things up there and then join us in the sitting room for tea, won't you dear?" Twenty minutes later, after several trips between the van and the bedroom I had all of the trunks and suitcases hauled in. For a struggling young college student, she seemed to have an awful lot of clothes. I didn't think that all my clothes even now would fill have the cases. I walked into the sitting room and formally met Michelle for the first time. Vanessa had not warned me, and I stopped in my tracks and stared. I expected a young girl that looked like the typical ditzy college coed. Michelle stood as Vanessa introduced us; she was stunning. "Tommy, this is Michele. Now pick up your jaw and stop staring. Michelle, this babbling fool is my husband Tommy. Please forgive his lack of manners. Apparently, he is not used to being in the company of such a lovely lady as you. Somehow I find this quite an insult, but I'll let him apologize to me later." I shook Michelle's hand and mumbled out hello as I tried to regain my composure. I knew that I would owe Vanessa a huge apology later but I couldn't get over the beauty of this girl. She was Polynesian or Hawaiian, as I would learn later. Her hair was black silk that fell past her waist and her eyes were dark pools that pulled you in. She was a little shorter then I, and her body was pure perfection that cut off shorts and cropped tee shirt did little to hide. When she spoke, her voice was soft with a musical quality. "Mr. Ryan, I am so glad to meet you. Vanessa has told me all about you and your book. I hope that you get it published soon. It would be so cool to tell people that I know the author. I really appreciate getting this job. Your wife so understands my situation. When she and I first met it was more like talking to a sister then a potential employer." When all was said and done, Vanessa suggested that I take her and Michelle out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness. She assured me that I would still have other apologies to make later, but dinner would be a good start. For my part, why should I object? With Vanessa on one side and Michelle on the other I would be the envy of every other man in the restaurant. As it turned out, dinner was at an upscale French restaurant followed by drinks and dancing at one of the hot new nightclubs in town. At Vanessa's urging, I even danced with Michelle. This led to my biggest problem of the evening when she pulled close to me during a slow song. My body responded to the closeness of her, as would any other man's. By the end of the dance I had to walk carefully back to the table trying to hide the evidence from anyone that cared to look, especially Vanessa. Later when we arrived home, Vanessa chided me for acting like a schoolboy with run away hormones. "You had better be awfully good tonight, or I'll know that you are more interested in forbidden fruit than in your usual diet. But I suppose that I can't blame you all that much. That girl's got such a hot body that it gets me all excited." I couldn't believe what she said, but before I could respond she cut me off with a kiss. For the next two hours, neither of us spoke a word; we were lost in our lovemaking. By the time we were finished I felt as if every ounce of energy had been drained from my body. As we lay there each other's arms, I quickly drifted off to sleep. I was out for the night when Vanessa slipped out of the bed and made her way down the hall to the back bedroom. It would be a few hours later when she returned and slipped back into the bed beside me. II Life around the house continued on at an even and balanced pace. Michelle was a great help and seemed to have the ability to get things done in half the time that it would normally take me. I had more time to dedicate to writing and the novel was coming together quickly. Vanessa and Michelle seemed to have a relationship like best girlfriends or sisters rather than employer and employee or student and mentor. They spent endless hours on Michelle's studies, many times locked away in Michelle's room so as to not disturb my quite time in the evening that I used to review and edit my daily additions to the manuscript. Other evenings and many weekends were spent on shopping trips and various outings. There wasn't a week that went by that they didn't come home with new outfits that they had picked out together. Vanessa and I continued to have a great relationship and if anything our sex life seemed to improve. It seemed like there was a new fire burning inside of her and she brought a new level of intensity to the bed each night. She was constantly pushing to explore new things, positions, sexy outfits, or even sexual toys. She seemed so creative and energetic, and slowly over time, ever so much more dominant. Soon, it was she that would always initiate sex, and she would always assume the top or dominant position. For my part, I didn't much care. I was getting more and better sex than I had ever dreamed of. If she asked me to, I would have stood on my head and wiggled my ears. One of the great features of the house we lived in was an indoor swimming pool. Both the pool and poolroom were heated and always had a warm, humid tropical feel. To add to the feeling, Vanessa had tropical plants growing everywhere in the room. There was everything from palms to bananas, and violets to jasmine. Year around it was like an oasis, but especially in the winter months. I had taken to sitting in the poolroom with my notebook computer as a favorite place to work on my book. I could relax and open my mind to the creative process. Recently, to my further pleasure, but a distraction to the writing process, Michelle had decided to add a daily swim to her exercise regimen. She was a bit of a health nut and had a strict workout schedule. When it came to swimming she was definitely in her element. She made laps in the pool for an hour without appearing to even work hard. Adding to my viewing pleasure she seemed to have different swim suits for each day of the week and each of them a bikini that fit her body like it had been cut to fit her alone. It was late November when Michelle developed another habit that proved to be even more of a distraction. She would come into the poolroom and pull a chair up next to me, and watch while I wrote. Sometimes she would sneak up behind me, throw her arms around my neck and hug, or kiss me on the cheek. This was always followed by, "Hi Tommy. Having a good day writing?" On a few occasions she would catch me standing up for the hug. She would pull herself close, pressing her body tight to mine. She seemed to know how excited I would get and appeared to take great pleasure in it. The week before Thanksgiving it finally happened. Actually, it was several things that happened pretty much all at once. First of all, I finished writing the text of the book. There was a lengthy edit process before I was through but finishing the writing was a major accomplishment. On the same day, Michelle brought me the mail as I sat by the pool rereading the final chapter. In the stack, along with all of the bills and advertisements, was a letter from the latest in a long line of publishers that I had been sending inquires to. Unlike all of the others who had sent short rejection letters, this place had read the outline and liked the story. They were requesting the entire manuscript and had included a contract and retainer check to secure rights to the story. Michelle and I celebrated with a big hug and then a kiss. At some point we grabbed a bottle of Champaign. This led to more hugs, more kisses and another bottle of Champaign. Before we were through, we had stripped and engaged in a wild sexual interlude. When we had finished we lay under the palm trees, bodies intertwined and slept off the affects of the alcohol. We woke up late in the afternoon and barely had time to get ourselves presentable before Vanessa arrived. When I showed the letter, contract and check to Vanessa she was every bit as excited as I had been earlier. "This calls for a celebration. Dinner is on me. We will eat like royalty, drink the finest wines, and then I shall bring you home and reward you most properly for your achievement." Dinner was in fact great, lobster, steaks and too many bottles of wine to keep track of. Later when Vanessa and I were curled up in bed she told me to relax and enjoy while she rewarded me properly as she had promised. Making love to her was as good as always but it seemed as if she sensed a bit of a let down in my performance. It had only been a few hours earlier that Michelle and I had completed our adventure and my body had apparently not fully recovered. I explained it away as having consumed too much wine and she seemed to accept this logic. I dozed off knowing that I had disappointed her and telling myself that I would make it up to her next time. Sometime during the early morning hours, I rolled over reaching out trying to pull Vanessa closer to me. My arms came up empty. I sat up in bed wondering where she had gone. The bathroom light was off so she must have wandered downstairs, maybe a tonic to help fend off the upcoming hangover. Just as I swung my legs over the side of the bed to go look for her, the door opened and she padded softly across the room. I looked at her as she sat next to me then reached over and hugged her tight. "Out for an early morning stroll?" She pushed me away playfully. "I wasn't strolling. I heard a noise from the hall way and thought Michelle might be ill. She did consume an awful lot of wine at dinner tonight. I got her a tonic to drink. I am sure she was feeling better when I tucked her back in bed." After having sex with Michelle by the pool the first time, the second time was easier. There was no more teasing and game playing. Two or three times a week we would simply find a convenient spot. I preferred her bedroom, but she preferred by the pool. It really didn't matter much we were so consumed in taking our pleasures that we used almost every room in the house including the kitchen and garage. But the first time had been by the pool and so was the last time. That was on a Friday, when Vanessa arrived home from the office in the middle of the afternoon to find us intertwined lying under the palms. I looked up and saw her standing there quietly watching us. I stopped and pulled away from Michelle who looked over her shoulder and saw Vanessa. I could tell by the look on her face how mad she was and expected her to explode at any minute, but she did not. She waited until she knew we had both seen her and then spoke. "Don't stop on my account. Go ahead and finish your little two-part bitch play. I shall be in the sitting room. When you are done with your escapade, please come there and we shall discuss this indiscretion and what might be reasonable and appropriate punishment." It was only a few minutes later when Michelle and I joined Vanessa in the sitting room. She was sitting there in one of the side chairs with a bottle of Brandy, a large leather bag setting on the floor in front of her. I walked past her, preparing to sit in the matching chair across from her. Michelle looked not at Vanessa but at the leather bag sitting on the floor. She stopped where she was in the middle of the room and remained standing. I had just reached the chair when Vanessa spoke. "You will remain standing. To have you come in here and sit like nothing much has happened would only add insult to injury. Come stand in front of me both of you." I moved back across the room to stand directly in front of her next to Michelle who had stopped just there. "Now, I have had only a minute to decide on punishments so I am not completely prepared, but we will do what we can do for now." I started to speak but she cut me off with a hard slap across the face. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak. We will have to do something about that. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back." Before I could even think of what she was up to, I had turned and she had reached into the leather bag extracted a pair of handcuffs and secured my hands behind my back. I started to protest and earned another slap. She spun me around and quickly forced something into my mouth. It was hard rubber ball with two cords attached, which she pulled behind my head and tied tightly. "There. That should keep you quiet while I decide what to do. Now stand there and consider what you have done. I am not sure what your punishment will be but I am quite sure that you will not enjoy it." I took a step back as she turned to face Michelle. I pulled at the cuffs but found that they were the real things and I was not getting loose until she decided to let me go. I let up on my struggle as I heard here address Michelle. "Strip you little bitch." Michelle did not hesitate. She appeared to be terrified of what Vanessa might do but more terrified of what might happen if she did not comply. She quickly removed her clothes as Vanessa reached into the leather bag and pulled out several items. When Michelle was completely naked, Vanessa moved to her. "Open your mouth bitch. I have no need to hear you beg for mercy." Vanessa held a large rubber penis and shoved it into Michelle's mouth. Michelle gagged once and earned a slap for her effort. Vanessa showed no mercy and pushed to rubber penis deep into Michelle's throat. "Don't worry, this is your favorite gag. It has a breathing hole in it so we can leave it in place for hours if necessary." Vanessa used a strap attached to the rubber penis to secure it in place. Next she pulled her chair forward so that Michelle was standing behind it. She produced two leather straps and used them to tie Michelle's feet to the legs of the chair. Using two more straps, she pulled Michelle forward over the back of the chair and secured her wrists to the front legs of the chair leaving her butt pointed sky ward. From her bag she pulled a strange looking device that was rubber, 'U' shaped with a penis on either end. Without giving it any thought she shoved the device into Michelle's two remaining cavities. The one end easily slid into her still wet pussy, and the other end was forced into the tight hole of her exposed ass. Michelle wiggled her body against the invasion but was in no position to do much about it. Her mouth and throat were so full that all the sound that could be heard was a long muffle scream. Satisfied with her work on Michelle, Vanessa turned her attention to me. "Kneel" Having little choice and feeling quite scared, I dropped to my knees. Vanessa moved behind me and used a second set of cuffs to lock my ankles together. She then produced another leather strap and used it to tie my wrists to my ankles. Now there was no chance that I was going anywhere. I knelt there and watched as Vanessa sat down on the sofa and poured her self a glass of Brandy. I was in shock. Where had she come up with the bondage equipment? I knew that she had several sex toys but had not seen any of these before. This was a side of her that I knew nothing about but I expected that I would learn a lot in the coming hours. After taking a few drinks of her Brandy, Vanessa set the glass aside and reached again into the leather bag. This time she pulled out a large thick wooden paddle. Without hesitation she moved behind Michelle and positioned herself with room to swing. "I think 100 swats would be a good start." Michelle went wild struggling but was totally helpless. She soon tired of pulling at her bonds and let her body relax. That's when Vanessa took her first swing. The sound of the wood striking Michelle's bare bottom sounded like a gunshot. Michelle's body went rigid and I thought that the force of the blow might tip her and the chair over, but she remained in place. Vanessa took her set and swung again with the same results. By the tenth swing, tears were streaming down Michelle's face and her body jumped and twitched with each blow. Vanessa was relentless and pounded away. When she reached fifty she stopped to rest. "Half way there bitch. That is if I decide to stop at 100. Maybe I'll go for 200, what do think?" Michelle swung her head from side to side as much as she could to indicate no. Vanessa paid her no never mind and moved behind her again. She started swinging again taking care to place the blows across the whole area of Michelle round butt. By the time she reached 100 Michelle was just hanging limply on the chair. As much as I was worried about her, I was just as worried for me. As soon as she was done, Vanessa untied Michelle and pulled her from the chair. She left her other toys in place and just pushed the poor girl aside. She then turned her attention to me. Untying the strap that held my wrists to my ankles she pulled my arms upward until I was forced to lay forward with my forehead on the floor. She loosened the handcuffs and pulled my arms down underneath me refastening the cuffs. She reattached the leather strap and pulled it between my knees and the tied it tightly to my ankles. This pulled my hands between my knees and secured me in a position with my exposed butt up for her pleasure. "I think 100 swats for you is a good start also." With out saying another word she started swinging. The first impact brought tears to my eyes and each successive swing got worse. I knew that she was putting all of her strength into each swing. Long before she finished I was crying like a baby, tears streaming from my eyes and whimpers and moans escaping from my gagged mouth. I lost count, but finally she finished her 100 swings. I knelt there thankful that is was over. I wouldn't be able to sit for a week, and just walking would be a task. Vanessa stood there admiring her work. "Nice red welts. I can put my hand an inch away from your ass and feel the heat. Now for a nice little twist. For the next 100 swats, I will have your little bitch administer the punishment while I relax and watch." With that she pulled Michelle up and handed her the paddle. "Now I want you to remember, if I even suspect that you are not putting your all into every swing you'll have to start the count over. And... for every halfhearted swing you'll earn ten more for yourself. Now go ahead and start, I keep count." I don't know how long it lasted. Michelle was swinging at least as hard as Vanessa had and somewhere in the process I just gave up and passed out. When I woke up, I was in bed with Vanessa beside me. The pain in my ass was tremendous. I was sure that I was permanently scared. I faded off to sleep hoping that in the morning we could put this all behind us. Little did I know just how wrong I could be. III After a fitful nights sleep I awoke to find myself in bed alone. I had apparently slept on my stomach most of the night, a position I was not accustomed to and felt like my spine was in a twist. As I rolled onto my back, I discovered the reason for my sleeping position. As soon as there was contact between my ass and the mattress the pain became unbearable. I spun around and climbed off the bed making my way across the room to the full-length mirror where I could evaluate the damage. As I looked over my shoulder, I could see one large mass of purple and blue bruises covering both cheeks. I knew that I would not be doing any sitting today. I turned my head away from the mirror just in time to see Vanessa entering the room. "Well good morning loving husband of mine. I trust that you slept well?" I saw the look in her eyes and decided that I needed to pick my words carefully. "Actually, I did manage some sleep, but I seem to be having a bit of a problem moving very well this morning." I turned my body to allow her to see the results of her handy work. "Oh, my poor baby. That does look sore. Why don't you lay down on the bed and I'll get some cream to put on it." Vanessa made her way to the bathroom while I climbed up on the bed, again lying on my stomach. I felt her sit down beside me and soon felt the cool touch of the cream as she covered both cheeks and gently massaged it in. The relief was welcomed but lasted only seconds before it was replaced with a rush of pain, as fire seemed to spread through my body. I writhed in pain fighting to get out of her grasp, finally winning after battling her fiercely. As I ran to the bathroom to get in the shower to spread cold water across by ass I heard her laughing. "I don't understand. This cream says it's for sore, aching muscles and yours looked about as sore as they could get. I guess Icy Hot wasn't the right thing to use. Sorry." Vanessa and I spoke rarely over the next several days. She was up early and off to work coming home late most evenings. When I managed to get a word in she would rebuke me telling me that she needed time to heal, as she was sure that I did also. She would let me know when she had decided about what needed to be done. Two weeks went bye before we sat down and talked seriously about what had happened. During the intervening time I had seen Michelle out and about only to go to school. She had not spoken to me and would look away and leave quickly when ever I encountered her. During the day, the door to her room was looked with a new dead bolt that I had not known about. I tried the door several time and found it to be quite secure and the key was nowhere in site. When I asked Vanessa about it I was told that this was just a little assurance that the two of us would not be further exploring each other's bitch bodies. It was a Saturday morning when Vanessa decided that she was ready to talk. After a light breakfast we sat in the sitting room and she explained 'Her Plan' to resolve our problems. "First of all," she started, "I can't tell you how hurt; how disappointed I am. I loved you, and maybe I still do, but it certainly feels different. I don't know that I will ever be able to trust you again. What we had was special and now, I just don't know." I tried to explain to her, but could not put words together that justified what I had done. In the end, I just sat and listened. "I have a friend that is a psychologist. Elaine does counseling and deals with this kind of thing all the time. I want you to go and see her. Her methods are a bit extreme but I believe that this is our only chance. I've prepared a few documents that I want you to sign, just to provide me with the confidence that you are really willing to try. If not, these will give me the power to pursue an immediate divorce that you will not be able to contest nor will you be able to acquire any assets for support from me. You will be left entirely on your own. So, it's your choice. You can sign these documents and go through the counseling or we can call it quits right now. I'll give you five minutes to think about it." With that she got up and walked out of the room. I was too stunned to try and follow or attempt to say a word. I stood there in silence listening to the wall clock tick away at my fate. When it came right down to it, I really didn't have a choice. She had caught me together with Michelle; there was no denying that. Besides, what harm could it do to go through the counseling? Maybe I would even learn something in the process. Vanessa returned just as I was signing the documents. I didn't bother to read them, there didn't seem to be much of a point to it. If I didn't sign them, she had all of the grounds for divorce. If I did sign them, at least I could go to the counselor and try to win her back. I didn't know what my chances were, but I had to try. As I set the pen down on top of the pile of documents, Vanessa moved behind me. Before I realized what was happening she pulled one hand then the other behind me and quickly attached handcuffs. When I opened my mouth to protest she pushed a leather gag into place and fastened it securely with a strap. I knew I was in trouble, but I didn't realize just how much. Vanessa looked me right in the eyes and a wicked grin came to her face. "You will be leaving shortly to start your counseling sessions. But just to show you that I am capable of some small level of compassion, I am going to let you and Michelle say good-bye. It will be a while until you see her again and I wouldn't want you to part with out one last glance." I followed Vanessa across the hall and up the stairs to the back bedroom that Michelle used. Producing a key, Vanessa opened the door and pulled me into the room behind her. I was not ready for what I saw. In the center of the room was a metal cage, the size used for a large dog. Inside the cage naked and severely bound was Michelle. She was lying on her back, and her legs had been pulled up so that one foot was on either side of her head and fastened to a collar round her neck. Her knees were tired together with rope, which also wrapped around her chest confining her even more so. Her arms were pulled forward around her legs and tried wrists to elbows. She was gagged and blindfolded. Pushed into her stretched pussy was the largest dildo that I had ever seen and it was vibrating like a jackhammer. As I stood there trying to understand what was happening I could see the muscles of Michelle's body spasm and contract as wave after wave of both pain and pleasure coursed through her body. Vanessa pulled me to stand in front of the cage. While I stood there in total shock, she reached down shut off the vibrator and pulled the blindfold off of Michelle's face. The muscles in her entire body relaxed at once. The strain on her body from both the tying and the torment of the huge vibrator was obvious. Vanessa looked at her and then back to me. "Say your good byes, the next time that you see each other I am sure that you will both be very different people." As much as either of would have tried to say anything, the gags effectively kept us quiet. "Suit your selves," Vanessa said, "I've always hated mushy good byes anyhow." She leaned forward to the switch on the vibrator. "Four hours down, four to go. By the time your done today I think that you'll know better then to ever cross me again." She casually flipped the switch and the vibrator buzzed again. Michelle's body spasmed wildly and a primitive scream escaped past the gag. I was pulled away into the hall and the door was closed and locked. Once downstairs, Vanessa pulled me into the kitchen. There on the floor next to the door for the garage was a large canvas bag. It was the type that had been used in years past to haul large amounts of mail, and it closed with stiff leather straps and buckles. I knew immediately what Vanessa had in mind and there was no way that I was getting into that bag. While I struggled with that thought, I felt a stab in my left arm and looked down to see Vanessa with syringe in hand injecting me with god only knew what. "It's only to help you relax. I don't want you to fight me and end up with one of us getting hurt." Almost immediately, I felt my arms and legs get weak. As I started to sag to my knees, Vanessa made sure that I collapsed into the bag. My last conscious thought was of her pulling the canvas over my head and fastening the straps. IV When I awoke, I felt as if my body had been beaten with a ball bat or dragged for several miles behind a speeding truck. Every muscle ached and my head felt like I was coming off a three-day drunk. As I slowly became aware of my surroundings I knew I was in real trouble. I was no longer bound or gagged, but I was in a metal cage similar to the one that was used on Michelle. I was in the middle of a large room, perhaps some sort of gymnasium or exercise room. The part of the room where the crate rested had a concrete floor and was separated form the main portion of the room by a trough that had a steady stream of water flowing through it. In the main part of the room, there were several pieces of exercise equipment, including; parallel bars, pommel horse, rowing machines and a large multi station weight machine. I was kneeling in the cage, taking advantage of what height there was to stretch my body when I was blasted with stream of ice-cold water. With nowhere to go the water battered my body as I moved to turn away from the full force of the water. Slowly, the water began to warm finally ending up at a temperature almost hot enough to scald my skin. Then as suddenly as it began, it was gone. As I lay in the cage, willing my body to recover, I became aware of another presence in the room. Twenty feet away stood a woman holding the end of the hose that had been used to blast me. "If you behave, you will get to bathe like a human being. If not, you will continue to be subjected to this bathing procedure." She dropped the hose and moved closer to the cage. I could see her clearly now and knew in my heart that this was Vanessa's friend Elaine, the psychologist and counselor. My mind was in a state of total confusion that very nearly rivaled terror. I watched as she walked even closer, watching me, watching her. "Hello Tommy. I am Elaine, but you can call me Mistress, or Mistress Elaine. Your wife and I have been friends for quite some time, and when she told me about the trouble that you had caused I was only too happy to offer my services to help correct the problem. Now I want you to listen carefully because I will only explain this once. If there are problems later on because you didn't listen, it is not my fault. You will be punished accordingly." I sat up and listened as this woman talked. I had already decided to get out of here as soon as I could no matter what happened between Vanessa and me. I just needed the opportunity to get out of this damned cage. "There are several rules that you must abide by during your stay." Elaine droned on in a flat, stern voice. "First, you may only speak when spoken to. There is no other acceptable time for you to talk. Second, if you are asked a question that can be answered by a simple yes or no, you will respond either, "Yes, Mistress, or No, Mistress" there is no other acceptable response in this situation. Do you understand?" I started to respond by telling her exactly what I thought of her and her little health spa here. Before I got the first four words out of my mouth, a crippling pain cut me off in my groin. I watched as she produced a small remote control unit and pressed one of the buttons, again I was immediately hammered by the pain. When she finally let up I just lay there curled into a fetal position moaning. I reached carefully between my legs and found a metal and leather device that encircled both my scrotum and my penis. It was firmly in place and had been the source of the pain. I looked up at her with both contempt and fear. I now knew that whether I was in the cage or not, she had the power to control me. I listened as she began to speak again. "I am sorry. I forgot to mention the little training device that you are wearing. This will be one of the primary tools for discipline that I will use. I most cases, the punishment will be immediate when the infraction of the rules occurs. Of course, there are other methods of discipline that I will also employ if necessary. Vanessa tells me that your ass takes on a wonderful red hue when properly paddled." "Now, back to the rules. If I ask you a question that requires a long form answer, I want you to carefully consider your answer before you speak. Long winded, rambling answers will not be tolerated. I expect you to get to the point quickly, with as few words as possible. Honesty, politeness and awareness of me as your superior must always be considered when giving your answer." "During your training, you will comply with every request, order or command without hesitation. I will take any hesitation on your part as a direct attack on my position as your superior and punishment will be severe. There will be rewards for appropriate behavior on your part. I believe in positive reinforcement as well as punishment." She stepped away from the cage as if considering whether or not to let me out. If she did, when she did, I would find a way to get control of the remote unit. One way or another, I had to get away. She turned back towards the cage and looked down at me. "Well those are the rules. Not too many that you can easily forget them, and I warn you, do not think that you can get by with anything less than absolute adherence to these rules. If you try once, I assure you that you will not try it a second time." "Now, for the why you are here. Vanessa tells me that you were once her perfect companion, attentive to her needs and considerate of her needs. That is how she wishes you to be again. Now, there are two possible paths that we can take to achieve this. First, you will be trained to be her perfect partner. You will be trained to serve her in every way and to take your greatest pleasure from the knowledge that you have served her well. You will be her friend and confidant, her maid, her chauffer, her cook and housekeeper. Your life will revolve around making her life more comfortable." She stopped, looking at me for a reaction. I gave her none. If this training does not take hold, then you will be subjected to a far different method of training and you will become a different type of companion. You will be broken and trained as her pet, a loving puppy whose only role in life is to make his Mistress smile." This time she got the reaction that she was looking for. I grabbed the cage and started to yell, but was stopped by the searing jolt of pain. This time it lasted longer and was more intense. I collapsed and nearly blacked out. "Don't worry. I will take that fight out of you quick enough. Now I want you to consider what I have told you, and I want you to accept that these are the only two options that you have. And don't for a moment try to convince yourself that I will fail. The choice is really yours. Either work hard to become the perfect ladies companion as a human being, or be reduced to a playful puppy." She turned to leave but stopped short. "Just so you know, this little device that I zapped you with has ten power settings. What you felt was level two." Without another word, she walked out of sight and out of the room. It was some time later when Elaine returned to further my torment. I had no idea what time it was, morning, afternoon or night. The lights in the room glowed brightly and there were no windows. I felt like I had been there for days with neither food nor water. I was hungry, thirsty, dirty and sore. If it was her plan to break me by depriving me of basic human needs, it was starting to work. In my weakened condition I could not put up much of a battle. I would do almost anything for dinner, a drink and a shower. "Good morning Tommy. Did you realize that it was morning already? I don't think that you slept very much last night. You need to learn to rest when you have the chance. Well at least I have planned today to be not very challenging, but I am sure that you will be ready to sleep well tonight." I started to speak but stopped short when I saw her grab the remote unit. I was in no condition to take another jolt to my groin. "I'm glad to see that you are learning. You need to pay attention to the rules and we will get along just fine. Now, here is the plan for today. First, I will get you showered and cleaned up. I don't know if you realize it, but you stink." Again, I started to say something but thought better of it. Elaine smiled then continued. "If you behave yourself while I get you cleaned up, you'll get something to eat. If you don't, it's back to the cage." Elaine unlocked the cage and allowed me to crawl out. I followed her across the broad expanse of the gymnasium and into a shower room. She handed me a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo and a scrub brush. I was instructed to clean myself thoroughly and call for her when I was done. I turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and spent twenty minutes letting it revive my body. When I was done I called out for Elaine remembering to call her Mistress. When Elaine walked into the shower she was carrying a pair of leather cuffs in one hand and the remote control unit in the other. I stood quietly as she cuffed my hands together and then pulled them above my head and fastened them to the showerhead. She then produced to can of spray on depilatory. She covered my body with the thick foam and allowed it to sit and work for twenty more minutes. Soon my skin was burning and itching and all I could do was to stand there and take it. Finally, Elaine returned and turned the shower on rinsing the foam and all of my body hair down the drain. When she was satisfied she released my hands and tossed me a towel. "When you are done there are some clothes for you on the bench. Put them on and join me in the gymnasium for breakfast," I walked out of the shower and into the locker room. There on the bench was a pair of pink panties and a matching nightgown. I looked at them for several minutes before deciding that I really didn't have another option. Putting on the panties and nightgown I told myself that no matter what else happened, I would find a way to get away from Elaine and her madness. In the gymnasium, Elaine had set up a table where she had laid out my breakfast. As I moved towards the table she instructed me to stop just two steps away. "Stop right there. I have a little task that you need to perform before breakfast. If you do it correctly with enthusiasm and extra effort you can eat anything you want for breakfast. If however you hesitate or resist, you will get dry toast and water. The decision is entirely up to you." I stood there quietly, not daring to say a word. I knew that I would not like what she had in mind, but I was still in no position to argue. "Well, I can see that at least you have learned to listen and are capable of obeying the rules if you put your mind to it. Since I know you are capable of behaving, from this moment on, the punishment for any non-compliance will be rather more severe. Do you understand me?" I didn't like the tone of what she had said but was not prepared to challenge her. I look at her with as little emotion as I could. She looked at me intently and repeated herself with added emphasis, "I know you are capable of behaving, so from this moment on, the punishment for any non compliance will be rather more severe. Do you understand me?" I liked even less the tone of what she had said but was still not prepared to challenge her. I spoke softly, "Yes Mistress, I understand." "Good. I think that we are progressing nicely. Now, one more point of order before your little task. As of now, your new name is Alison. Tommy no longer exists. You will respond to your new name and dismiss any use of your previous name. Do you understand, Alison?" "Yes Mistress," I mumbled, not wanting to provoke her. For my reward, I got zapped hard and collapsed to my knees. "I do not like the tone of your response Alison. When you speak to me, it will always be in a clear voice with positive intonation. Mumbled responses are just as bad as a negative response and will be treated as such. This time, you received a gentle reminder, but next time you will be punished severely. Now, have we reached an understanding?" This time, I spoke in a clear voice as if I was thrilled with this knew understanding. "Yes Mistress." "OK, now for your little task before breakfast. Every day you will begin and end your day by taking vitamins. I have prepared them for you in a liquid form to make them easier to take. So before you sit down to eat, here are you vitamins." With this pronouncement, Elaine produced a large penis shaped bottle filled with a thick yellow colored mixture. Handing it to me she smiled at my discomfort. "I'm sure you can figure this out for yourself, but let me give you a hint. The harder you suck the faster you will get through it. Now I want you to hold the bottle by the base, wrap you lips around it and start sucking." I took the bottle in my hands and stood there looking at it. There was no way that I was going to suck on a plastic penis. I didn't know exactly what I was going to do but this was where I had to draw the line. While I stood there thinking about it, Elaine produced the remote control unit from her pocket. "I warned you about obedience. I am turning this up to level five. If I have to teach you a lesson it's going to be one that you will remember." I panicked. I couldn't take it any longer. I threw the bottle down, turned and ran towards the nearest door. Even wearing the pink nightgown and nothing else I was getting out. I made it halfway across the room before the pain hit and brought me to my knees. It felt like someone was cutting off my testicles with a hot knife. I grabbed my crotch with both hands trying to fend off the pain but it didn't help. Before she let up, I was curled into the fetal position, moaning and whimpering. "All right missy. I have had enough of your disobedience today and we are just starting. Now, get on your knees. I think that is the appropriate position for you to have a cock in your mouth. I am giving you five minutes to suck the bottle dry. While you working at it, keep in mind that I have just reset the control to level seven. Here's your bottle, now I strongly suggest that you start sucking." I took the bottle in both hands and with out further thought started sucking. The thought of a penis shaped bottle was totally revolting to my manhood but the shock with the control at level five was more than I could stand. There was no way I was going to take a shot at level seven. In less than three minutes I had drained the entire bottle. "Well that's more like it. You might turn out to be a pretty good cocksucker before we're through. Now I want you to lick the head of the bottle clean then kiss it. Then you may get up off your knees and bring the bottle to me." After handing the bottle to Elaine, I was allowed to eat breakfast. This was the first food that I had eaten in over two days and I gorged myself. By the time that I was done my belly was full and I wanted to lie down and take a nap, but Elaine had other plans. She decided that what I needed was exercise and since we were in this huge gymnasium with all of this equipment it was the perfect place to exercise. Elaine presented me with a set of clothes to change into before we started exercising. They consisted of pink and white leotards, tights and tennis shoes. As much as I wanted to get out of the nightgown, this didn't present much of an improvement. The material was stretchy and fit like a second skin. I knew better than to complain and I slipped myself into the outfit. For the next three hours I went through exercise routines consisting of aerobics, stretching, running on a tread mill, riding on a stationary bicycle and numerous walks on a six inch wide forty foot long balance beam that had been laid on the floor. By the time we were finished, I was completely exhausted. When she had decided that I had had enough, Elaine pointed me to the shower room. "Same soap and shampoo as this morning. There will be clothes waiting for you when you are finished. Get dressed and join me back here for lunch." The hot water felt great on my sore, tired muscles. I took over twenty minutes again letting the water massage and sooth my body. When I emerged from the shower, the clothes were as I expected, taking me one step further into female attire. First, there was a pair of white panties and a bra. Next, a short denim skirt, a light blue tee shirt, a pair of ankle socks trimmed with a blue ruffle and blue and white tennis shoes. Again with no other choice I proceeded to put the clothes on. Hooking the snaps on the bra presented a minor problem until I remembered seeing Vanessa do hers. I turned the bra around so that the snaps were in front then when they were secure turned it again and slid my arms through the straps and pulled them up into place. I joined Elaine out in the gymnasium where there was another table set up for lunch. She smiled at me and motioned to the chair across from where she was seated. I sat down slowly trying to make sure the skirt stayed under my butt. Elaine laughed at my efforts. "Alison, I do believe that you are going to make quite a beautiful young girl. You have the perfect body to work with and you do seem to be taking to your training." I looked up at her a felt tears in my eyes. "Please Mistress Elaine, don't do this to me. I don't want to be a girl. I will do anything. Just please don't do this to me." When she looked back at me there was almost a hint of sorrow on her face, but it disappeared quickly. "You will be punished later for this little outburst. Remember the rules about speaking. As far as you training is concerned, it was the decision of Vanessa as to the course it would take. I assume that you discussed it with her since you signed all of the release forms. Now eat you lunch and then we will talk further." V Lunch consisted of a small salad with a shredded chicken breast and a bottle of mineral water. As we ate Elaine began talking to me about my relationship with Vanessa and if I was really sure that I would do anything to save it. I told her that what she was putting me through seemed a little extreme but I did in fact love Vanessa with all of my heart and soul. At some point during our conversations I must have dozed off and when I woke up it was late in the day. I could not recall all of our discussion, but Elaine was still speaking to me. "Now that we've had this chance to talk, I think that the remainder of your training will go much better. Now, however it is time for your punishment. You were very misbehaved this morning and you will be punished accordingly. I believe that you will find that the punishment also provides you with additional training. Now, if you will follow me, we will get started." My first reaction was to run, but I did not. I remembered the training device and that last I knew Elaine had turned it up to level seven. I looked to Elaine and saw that she did not have the control in her hand and thought about it again. I took one step and realized that I did not feel the bite of the device around my scrotum. Another step and I knew it wasn't there. I didn't remember her removing it, but I knew it was gone. Now my instincts took over and I was ready to flee. My brain said run, but my body would not act. Instead, I meekly followed behind as Elaine moved towards the end wall of the gymnasium. When we reached the far end of the room, Elaine instructed me to place my hands behind my back where she cuffed them together. A leather strap was placed around my elbows and tightened to pull them together. Hooking a rope that hung from overhead to the handcuffs Elaine pulled on the end and my arms were pulled up behind my back causing me to bend slightly at the waist. She then used another set of straps and a two foot long bar to spread my legs apart cuffing the bar to my ankles. Additional tension was place on the overhead rope causing me to bend further at the waist and fight to maintain my balance. While I tried to come to grips with the position I was in, Elaine pushed a low table up in front of me. On the table was plastic object about the size of a bowling ball and attached to it was a penis shaped bottle that I remembered from this morning. She moved that table in position so that the bottle was almost touching my lips. "Now then, the object of tonight's exercise is to once again empty the bottle. However, this time it is going to be a bit more difficult. What you will have to do is suck very hard, but you must also keep the entire length of the bottle in your mouth. When you do so, your nose will be up against the holding fixture. As you can see, there is a little switch here that you can push with your nose. Only when the switch is activated will your sucking be rewarded. Just in case you need a little added inspiration, I have one more piece of this exercise equipment yet to put in place. So you just relax and we will be ready in just a minute." As I stood there staring at the horrible penis shaped bottle, I felt Elaine reach behind me and pull down my panties as far as my spread leg position would allow. Next she proceeded to spread something cold and slippery between the cheeks of my ass and then use her finger to push it up and in to my unwilling ass. I moaned and squealed but was in no position to resist. In another minute she pulled away her finger and replaced it with something else. Without hesitation she pushed it deep into my ass. I felt as if I was being split in half. Finally she stepped away and moved to sit in a chair in front of me. "OK, I think that we are ready. Let me explain to you how this all works." She flipped a switch and I felt the invader in my ass start to move. "This little toy has some unusual features. When the power is turned on it starts to slowly rotate and massage your tight little pussy. You will also feel it start to grow bigger. If it is left turned on, it will double in length and diameter as it is pumped full of fluid. Now, strangely enough, the same switch that opens the valve on the drinking bottle also shuts off the power to this device." She shut the power off and stepped forward to look at me. I was already breaking out in a cold sweat from pure fear of what was about to happen. The device that she had rammed into my ass was already tearing me in two. There was no way I could survive if it grew to twice it length and diameter. Elaine flipped the switch again and I felt the muscles in my ass spasm as her toy began to wiggle and grow. I knew what I had to do and opened my mouth to take in the plastic cock in front of me. It was difficult to force my self to take the full four inches into my mouth and much harder to suck when I had done so. At least when my nose reached the switch the movement inside my ass stopped. I sucked for all I was worth and was finally rewarded with the first bit of fluid from the bottle. The taste of the fluid was different than this morning. The earlier batch had been bland and tasteless but this batch had salty fishy taste to it. It was completely unappetizing and I stopped sucking and pulled my head away. Immediately the intruder in my ass started to move and grow. I could actually feel the fluid be pump in pulse after pulse. In didn't take long before I once again slid my mouth down on the bottle and began sucking. Elaine watched my ordeal in total fascination. She seemed unsure of how much displeasure I could take at either end, but she obviously intended to find out. "As you can probably tell, the mixture in your vitamin bottle is a little different tonight. You will need to become used to a wide variety of tastes since you never know what you might be asked to eat or drink. I also mixed the vitamins quite a bit thicker tonight. It will take a lot more sucking on your part to empty the bottle, but after all, this is supposed to be punishment remember." It took me well over an hour to empty the bottle. By this time my backside was being torn apart. There were tears streaming down my face and jaws ached from the constant efforts at sucking. Finally, Elaine turned off the power and I felt the rectal invader start to shrink. "You did well. I have only used this punishment once before and that poor boy took almost three hours. It was almost a week before he could sit or even walk properly. I am sure that you will remember that story and try even harder the next time, won't you precious?" When I was finally released from the bondage, I fell to the floor at did not move. My entire body felt abused. It was only when Elaine suggested that I change for bed that I pulled myself together. I followed her to a small room to the side of the gymnasium and we went inside. It was a girl's bedroom. All decorated in pink and white, there was a canopy bed, a large dresser and a dressing table with a mirror. On the end of the bed was a pair of girls' pajamas, which Elaine helped me to change into. I slid between the sheets and she gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Good night sweet princess. You've had a tough day today but you have done well. Now get your sleep because tomorrow will be even tougher." As she turned out the light and closed the door, my brain again screamed for me to run. Instead, my body rolled over and hugged the large Teddy Bear beside me. The bed was so soft and comfortable and the pajamas were warm and snuggly. Why would I even consider running away? The next day was a repeat of the first, but I tried very hard to not make any mistakes. I did not want to be subjected to Elaine's punishment again. I was allowed to rest in the afternoon to save my strength for later in the evening. We would be dressing for dinner and then there would be entertainment afterwards. When I awoke from my nap Elaine was there to greet me. "Hello sleepy head. I hope you slept well because we have a long day in front of us yet" . With that she stepped to the side and I became aware of another person in the room. She was quite pretty. Tall, with long blond hair and a great figure. As I looked up at her through sleepy eyes she smiled at me with a knowing look. She was aware of what was going on, and didn't seem a bit bothered by it. I wanted to scream and tell her to help get me out of here but instead I sat there calmly and returned her smile. "This is Diane. She will be helping me with your treatment from time to time. Her specialties include hairstyling and make up. She is also a quite capable instructor in various forms of dance and will work with you on learning to move and act like the young lady that you are. Now, tell her hello and how happy you are to have her here to help." In my mind formed the sentences screaming for help but when I spoke it was an entirely different message that I gave. "Good afternoon Mistress Diane. I am so happy to have you here to help me. I know that I have a long way to go before I am an acceptable girl but I am willing to work very hard." Mistress Elaine smiled and walked out of the room leaving Mistress Diane in charge. Diane looked me over and smiled again. "Well, we certainly have our work cut out for us, so let us begin." Diane pulled me over to the chair by the dressing table. She first went to work on my hair. She wet it down and began to cut and trim. When she was done with the scissors she mixed up a bowl full of goop that smelled terrible and poured the mixture over my head massaging it into my hair. After a few minutes she instructed me to go take a shower and wash my hair with a special shampoo she gave me. I returned several minutes later and Diane sat me back in the chair and used a small brush to paint the ingredients from a second bowl onto my hair in what seemed like a random pattern. When she was done she let it sit while she went work on my nails, Diane worked on my fingernails trimming and filing. Just when I thought she was done she pulled out a kit and proceeded to glue acrylic nails to my natural nails. When the glue was dry she filed and shaped them to a length almost an inch past the end of my fingers. She then polished them with three coats of a pink pearl polish. Between coats of polish on my fingernails, she used the same polish to make my toenails match. When Diane was done with my nails, she turned her attention back to my hair. She used wet towels to wash it and then used more than 30 rollers to wrap it up and set it. Now while my hair dried she moved on to my face with an assortment of make up. She used powders and liners, rouge, eye shadow and lipstick. When she was done it felt like she had painted on a whole new face. She then took the rollers out of my hair and brushed and sprayed it into place. When she was done, Diane stepped back to admire her handy work. "Wow! It turned out better than I had hoped. I knew that you were pretty, but it's amazing what a hair do and a little make up will do for a girl. Now, let's get you dressed for dinner. Elaine has an outfit all picked out for you." Diane helped me get dressed, and with each item I put on I was drawn further and further into the feminine world. A white panty and bra both trimmed in lace. Elaine inserted a pair of breast form to fill out the cups. Panty hose in a light tan color were next, then a white slip that matched the bra and panty. The dress was fitted in the bodice and had a full skirt. The bust was cut low enough to show some of the cleavage that I had gained with the breast forms and the skirt ended three full inches above my knee. The dress was made of white eyelet and was very delicate. Diane had me put on white sandals with two-inch heels while she gathered together some jewelry. A gold necklace with a name pendant proudly proclaimed 'Alison'. There was a matching bracelet and two rings. To my surprise, the earrings were for pierced ears, but Diane said not to worry, she could take are of that. Once my ears were pierced and the gold studs in place, it was a simple matter of spraying on a little perfume and Diane pronounced me ready. She had me stand in front of a full-length mirror and for the first time since she started, I saw the results of what she had done. I looked at the reflection in the mirror and couldn't believe my eyes. There looking back at me was a young girl. She was quite pretty and appeared to be 16 or maybe 17 years old. Her hair was honey blond and full of highlights. Her make up was perfect, understated, accentuating her beauty rather than creating it. Diane took my hand a led me through a door in the opposite side of the bedroom from the gymnasium. After walking down a short hall way we entered an elegant sitting room decorated in Victorian fashion. Mistress Elaine was there waiting for us dressed in a classic cut gown that was tailored to her body. I was left there with Elaine while Diane excused herself to change for dinner. Elaine offered me a glass of wine and commented on how lovely I had become, but warned me that I still had a long way to go. "It may take just a few days to dress you like a lady but it is an entirely different problem to teach you to think and act like a lady. But for now the results are satisfactory." Mistress Elaine, Diane and I sat i