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CHAPTER 11 (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) David had left early that morning giving me a loving kiss as he departed. A couple of hours later the girls arrived. "Come on Sammy" giggled Chantelle. "Come to the car and help us bring in your stuff" I went to the boot of the car and shrieked with delight as Emma opened it showing my all the parcels within. We quickly unloaded them and ran upstairs to my room. When the packages were laid out on the bed, Emma said "Here babe, open this one first, passing me an eighteen inch by twelve inch flat box. Inside were the most beautiful basque and matching pantie set. White with pale pink trim round the edges, decorated with pale pink ribbons and bows. Another box was opened containing a matching short silk mesh nighty and a suspender belt. All part of the same matching set as the basque and panties, with pink ribbons and bows too. Also inside this box were two pairs of white stockings, both identical. They were fully fitted silk with re-enforced heels and toes. There was a pale pink seam running up the legs and the stocking tops were pink too. Lastly I was passed a shoe box, inside was a pair of white, six inch stilletoe heeled shoes. I was gushing with excitement, the whole outfit looked so sexy, so feminine, I said "Oh my gosh, aren't I go to look a real girly in this" "That's the idea honey" Laughed Chantelle. "That should do you for underneath Sammy" Said Emma "And for the bedroom later" Added Chantelle with a giggle. Next I opened the small jewellery boxes that were still lying on the bed. First there was a matching bracelet, ring and belly bar, all adorned with diamonds and pink jemstones. I picked up the belly bar, a bit confused. "What's this for?" I asked holding it up. "It's for your navel honey" Answered Chantelle. "But it's not pierced" I replied, to which Emma added "Not yet babe, but you will be for your wedding" I was a bit confused and a little worried about this development but held my tongue. In another larger box was a matching tiara. In the last box was a pale pink velvet choker. It was about one inch wide, with a small D-ring at the front, encrusted with the same jewels as the other pieces. Last but not least Emma held up the large dress carrier, the sort used to transport wedding gown sized items. She unzipped it to unveil my wedding dress. It was absolutely gorgeous, as she pulled the carrier away; dropping it to the floor to show the gown in its entirety my breath was literally taken away. The gown was pure white silk; it was long with a train that flowed out at the back. It was fitted tight at the front across my hips, with a laced silk bodice from just above where my waist would be, up to the low cut neckline. The laces were visible and pale pink in colour; around the hem the neckline and the short puffed sleeves was a matching pale pink lace trim. In the centre, where my cleavage would meet and at the bottom of the bodice were two matching pale pink ribbons. "Oh it's so beautiful" I gushed. "Thank you so much girls, it's just perfect" I panted, tears welling up in my eyes "Well" Said Chantelle "A girl has to look good on her big day" I was told by Emma that I needed to try it on in case any alterations were needed. So I quickly slipped off the blouse and skirt that I was wearing, kicked off my shoes and stood up straight as they pulled the dress up me. It did seem to fit pretty good on the waist and it was a perfect length. Although not quite tight enough in other areas. I remarked that it was a little large on the hips and breasts, but was quickly reminded, that with the use of hormones, I would be a little fuller in those parts myself by the wedding day. We spent the rest of the afternoon in my room Emma and Chantelle tried on their bridesmaid's dresses. They already fitted into their feminine outfits perfectly, they had long ago finished the hormone courses that they had been taking. We ate at about seven o clock on a pasta dish that I cooked for us, then retired to the living room to watch a girly movie and finish off several bottles of wine. Later after we were all more than a little drunk I confessed to my two friends that I had been some what coerced into this situation. I told them how I had met David; how I had come down here to be a girl for a few weeks and how I had been trapped by the video tape that Andy had made of me. I started to sob and tell them how my little tranny fantasy had got out of hand, how I was now in too deep. Emma leaned over, gripped my hand and whispered. "Don't worry Sammy darling, we are all in this life for similar reasons. You must have wanted it a bit or you would never have come down here" I admitted that I had, haven't all TVs at some time? "So darling" She added "It's too late to worry about it now" She put a finger to my lips and said "Hush now girl it's too late to worry about it now" "You just gotta learn to make the best of it; like Chantelle and I have" "Neither one of us thought that this would go so far in the beginning. Like you we were trapped and coerced into our present situations" "You too" I sobbed "Yes us too honey, us too, but now we make the best of it, it can actually be a good life" "No financial worries, good food, designer label clothes and expensive jewellery. What more can a girl ask for? David will probably buy you a car too after your married" "I would hold out for a Mercedes or a BMW if I was you girl, you're worth every penny" She added with a laugh, succeeding in cheering me up some what. They both put their arms around me to comfort me as I cried like a dizzy drunken girl. As I sat there and thought about it I realised that was just what I was, what I had already become a dizzy, giddy, little girl! Later on just before we went to bed Emma reminded me of my daily hormone jab. I had quite forgotten but she said it was no problem, that she could do it for me. This was a relief as I had not administered it to myself before and doubted I could actually go through with sticking a needle into my own body. She had obviously done this before as it only took a minute to complete the action. After which we all went to bed in our separate rooms. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) In the afternoon after doing my household duties and David had departed for work, I was sitting in the living room watching daytime TV. I was as usual, dressed very girly, as I knew I had to be at all times. I was wearing a hot pink Ra-Ra skirt, white silk blouse, black stockings, black heels with matching white silk bra, panties and suspender belt on underneath. It was a Saturday Joan, Bill and Dan's days off and I was alone in the house, or at least I thought I was! During a commercial break I decided to go to the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea. The kettle was boiling as I became aware that I was not alone, I looked round to see Mathew skulking in the doorway. "Hello Mrs Jackson" He sneered "And how are you today?" I was just about to answer him politely when he added "You snotty little cunt!" "What was that?" I answered unsure whether I had heard him properly. "I said you snotty little cunt" He slowly and deliberately replied. "Are you fucking deaf as well as snotty, you cunt?" I wasn't sure what was going on but I had an uneasy feeling, he started to walk towards me. I backed away and moved behind the large pine kitchen table, trying to keep it between him and me. "Looks like there's only us two at home today" He hissed. "Do you know that you make me horny you little cunt" Mathew added. I responded by moving further behind the table and said. "What do you mean Mathew?" I was still trying to be polite to him; he was correct, we were the only two people in the house and I was feeling very uncomfortable about the situation. "Yea just me and you here today cunt" Mathew growled as he stalked up to the table. As he walked around the table I walked the other way, trying to make sure that I was always at the furthest side from him. He kept circling it however, making me keep moving, he started to laugh. As he noticed me looking left and right for an escape route' "Going somewhere cunt?" "Err-err well yes actually" I said, my voice cracking a little. "I'm expecting David home soon" I continued. Again he laughed out loud. "A lying cunt as well hey, Mrs Jackson, we both know that Mr Jackson won't be home until at least ten o clock tonight" This was looking very, very ominous, what was the bastard up to? So I affected my most composed and confident voice saying. "Just what is it you want Mathew, I'm very busy you know, I am expecting Emma to call round in a minute!!" But he just laughed again. "Still lying cunt? No one is due round today I know that for a fact, just me and you until ten pm tonight. That gives us all afternoon to get to know each other a little better" I appealed to him to leave me alone but he was having none of it and continued to play cat and mouse with me around the table. He glared at me as he said. "You snotty little cunt, you prance around here in your little mini skirts, heels and stockings, with your tight tops on showing your tits off like a whore. You must fucking think you own the place" He made a quick dart forward towards me and in my panic to escape him my heel slipped on the tiled kitchen floor. I tried to get up again but it was too late, my hair was pulled as he grabbed at it and I was caught. I was roughly pulled up by my wrist as he spun me around and slapped me quite hard across my cheek. "Got you now cunt, ain't I? He laughed. "You and me gonna play awhile bitch" He slapped me again. "Fuck off" I screamed "Just you wait until David gets home you wanker" "Oh don't you worry bout that little girl" Mathew sneered "I think that you will find that David will back me in this little game!" He pushed me up against the table, grabbed my face with one hand and tried to kiss me. I fought back unsuccessfully. "So you gonna play hard to get are you cunt? It's a good job I brought these with me" He pulled out of his pocket a pair of handcuffs and twisted me round by my hair. "That's better slut, your gonna be a lot more cooperative now" He said snapping the cuffs together, my arms now pinned behind my back. Again he pushed his face to mine, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. I thought about biting it off but realised that, it would not be a very good idea! He pulled back from me and ripped my blouse open in one sharp tug, the buttons flew off landing all over the floor. "Mmmm nice tits bitch" Mathew groaned. As he popped them out off the bra and fondled them and squeezed my nipples hard. More tears welled up in my eyes as I winced with pain, I started to sob gently. "Yea cry cunt, I wanna hear you whimper for mercy you slut" He growled. "On your fucking knees bitch; you're gonna get me nice and hard for you first" I was pulled down to the floor with him still gripping my hair with one hand. With the other hand he began to undo his trousers and pull down his shorts to his knees. I let out a gasp of horror as I opened my eyes to see his cock for the first time. It was massive about eleven inches, very thick and with a huge throbbing purple head. "Big ain't it bitch" He laughed "Now fucking suck it you cunt, get it nice and wet; it's gonna need all the lubing you can give it where it is going. Keep your mouth wide open whore, if you catch my cock with your teeth, I'll fucking knock em all out" With that he rammed it into my mouth banging it against my tonsils. I started to gag but he didn't care, he just fucked my face even harder. My jaw was soon aching, it was stretched to the max as I desperately tried to keep my teeth away from his huge penis. He fucked my face, his hands placed firmly on the back of my head until I was almost sick. Then pulling it out he dragged me up and again spun me around so I had my back to him and was facing the table. "Now you little whore I am gonna teach you what happens when a pretty little slut like you goes around cock-teasing. If you wanna walk around dressed like a fuck-toy then you gotta learn what it does to the men that see you" He slammed me down face first over the table my ass up in the air. "I'm gonna show you what the price of cock-teasing me is bitch" My legs were kicked apart and he moved between them placing his feet on the inside of mine, preventing me from closing my legs again. I felt my skirt being raised followed by a sharp slap across my buttocks. "Lovely little ass you got there slut, I've waited a long time to get my cock up there" "I love to fuck little girls up the ass, I get off on their pain, so don't be shy I wanna hear you scream and beg you cunt" "Please d-don't" I began "P-p-please no" I tried to play along with him hoping it would make him happy, but I knew it would be to no avail. I was gonna get that huge piece of man meat inside me, whether I liked it or not. I felt him tugging my panties down as far as they would go, but with my legs held firmly open that was only just down to the tops of my thighs. I was crying now with anger, frustration and fear. I was going to be raped by this animal with a huge penis and there was nothing I could do about it Mercifully I felt a dribble of cold lube drop onto my bottom and run down my cleft over my open sex-hole. Although I did realise that this was probably more for his benefit than mine. He fingered my opening, his digits wet and sticky with lube. "Now you're gonna get it, you little prick-teaser. Now you pay the price with your ass, you whore" I only sobbed more in response as I felt the huge swollen head against the rim of my anus. As I had feared the pain was intense as he entered me and I soon felt every inch of his eleven inch cock. He had fully penetrated me within a couple of strokes and I was now squirming and wailing as he impaled me. I was in a kind of shock, I could feel him slapping my ass as he rode me. Although the fuzzy rushing sound in my ears almost drowned out his voice I could just make out some of his comments. Certainly enough to get the drift of where he was coming from. "Take that cunt" "Feel my cock you little prick-teaser" "Scream you bitch" "Ride my huge cock you whore" "I wanna hurt you, you fucking slut" "You worthless fucking fuck-toy" And more along those lines. He gripped and pulled at my hips causing me to ride up more, my back straightening up as he emptied his huge balls up my defiled, abused, open bottom. "Oh fuck yea, you fucking cunt; take that you little cum bucket" His body tensed as he pumped more and more inside me. He pushed me back down on the table and drained his cock into my well fucked ass. "Oh yea bitch, that was good wasn't it?" "We both won't forget that in a hurry will we hey?" He asked I mumbled and shook my head, thankful it was all over. He ripped his softening member from me; I could feel an enormous amount of semen follow it out. He must be able to cum like a bull I thought; it was pouring out down my thighs and over my stocking tops. I heard him pull up his trousers and zip them up. He leant over me and unfastened the handcuffs; I stretched my arms, relieved to be free. "Why thank you bitch" Mathew whispered "I may have the same again for next year" He added. I looked up at him unsure of just what that was supposed to mean. "Oh you will soon understand, best you clean yourself up now, David will be home in a couple of hours" He laughed as he left the kitchen. I pushed myself up my legs were a little unsteady, I had been raped! I wiped the tears from my face and pulled my panties up. They were sticky with his semen, as were my thighs. Smoothing down my skirt and clutching the ripped blouse tightly together I stumbled out of the kitchen. As I staggered to the stairs I was aware of Mathew chuckling to himself as he watched my predicament. Enjoying my shameful, humiliating walk to my bedroom. I had showered and changed from this afternoon by the time David got home, but I was still trembling from the experience. I had wanted to wash that bastard off my body, I felt so used and defiled. I couldn't wait for my husband to get home to tell him about the afternoons events. I had never liked or trusted that arsehole Mathew and now when David heard this he would at least fire him and hopefully smash his face in for dishonouring his wife. So I was at first confused when after blurting it all out, David only laughed. "Go on slow down princess, tell me just what happened again?" I repeated what I had said, that Mathew had raped me in the kitchen, expecting David to go mad with rage. Which troubled and confused me even more when he continued to laugh? "Do you honestly think that my loyal servant Mathew, a guy who was my loyal sergeant in the army" "The man who watched my back and served me well through the Falklands, Northern Ireland and the Gulf war. Would do something like that to my wife without my full approval?" "What do you mean?" I questioned, still not grasping just what he was saying. "Of course I know what happened today, at least I knew what was going to happen" "It's Mathews birthday today and I offered him anything that he wanted. He wanted you!!" "Wh-wh-what, you knew" I said with breaking voice. "Yes honey, of course I knew" "I asked him what he really wanted for his birthday and he said he wanted you, wanted to rape you actually" "And I agreed" "Now go fetch me my tea, after we have eaten I want you to put on your little red baby doll nighty with matching panties" He smiled lecherously at me, adding. "And come to my bedroom, I want you to stroke my cock as you tell me all about your afternoon" "Don't you dare spare any details, remember I have it all on tape and will be watching it later" That night, dressed as he had ordered, I sat on his bed and recounted my story. I knew that it was better to be honest and as commanded I spared no detail. I rhythmically rubbed his erect penis as I spoke and it was not long until he shot his load. He pulled my head downwards as he ejaculated and I opened my mouth to receive his sticky wad. "Goodnight princess" He said "And don't come running telling tales to me again, you should know by now that I know everything that goes on in this house" CHAPTER 12 (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) The girls had stayed with me all the next day and evening, not leaving until the day after just before lunch. As David was due to be home soon I showered and dressed for him. As it turned out I need not have bothered! He arrived home just after one o clock in the afternoon, shouting upstairs to me. "Hi Sammy baby, I'm home" I heard him talking to someone else down there and realised he was not alone. Running downstairs as quickly as my heels would allow, I met David in the hall. As usual he put his big arms around me and gave me a loving kiss on the lips. He was alone now, the visitor had disapeared. I was sure I had not imagined it, maybe he had been talking on his mobile phone earlier? Anyway he carried on as normal, asking me to fix us both a drink and enquiring how my last couple of days had been. We sat in the kitchen chatting for about thirty minutes or so. I told him all about my time with the girls, obviously leaving out the exact details of the garments and jewellery I now possessed. He was pleased that I now had everything I needed to wear on the big day. He held my hand and said. "Good honey, I am glad that everything your bridesmaids picked fit you, but there are a couple of more things that you require to make you absolutely perfect for me" "What do you mean David?" I asked "I want you to go to your room, take of all your clothes, have a good hot shower and put on your tiniest G-string, high heels and a dressing gown and come and meet me in the gym there is someone there I want you to meet. So I hadn't imagined it! There was someone else in the house. "What for?" I started to question, but he just said. "Hush princess, you will find out. Now do as I say and go and get ready I'll see you in ten minutes" With that he kissed me again saying "Off you go honey we haven't got all day" I smiled at him, stood up and left for my room. On arriving there I stripped off all my clothes and reached into my undies drawer. I picked out a tiny natural flesh coloured G-string and after a quick shower I slipped it on; followed by a short white silk dressing gown. I checked myself in the mirror, as had become a habit these days and headed down to the gym. Who was this stranger David wanted me to meet? And just what was I going to be meeting him for? I was soon to find out! When I got downstairs David was waiting for me by the doorway to the gym. "Ok princess" He said smiling at me. "I want you to be a very brave girl now, some aspects of what's going to happen to you may hurt a little" "And some may hurt quite a bit more" He added "But you must go through with it, it is very important that you do, you understand?" I nodded that I did although he was scaring me a little now. He continued. "You mustn't flinch or cry out too much as that would embarrass me in front of our guest and you don't ever want to do that do you sweetheart?" "No sir" I replied nervously. I was even more frightened now! On entering the gym I saw a guy sat on a stool next to one of the large gym benches. He looked about fifty or so and looked like an old biker. He was wearing faded jeans, boots and an old looking black leather waist coat unbuttoned at the front. As he was not wearing anything underneath his large white hairy stomach hung out. I couldn't help but notice his tattoos, they covered his arms and chest, all different designs and colours. One of his nipples was pierced with a large silver ring as was his eyebrow, nostril and both his ears. He had long greying hair tied at the back into a ponytail and a similarly greying beard. "Samantha, I want you to meet Bob. He is a professional tattooist and body piercer. He is going to decorate you for me. Say hello to Bob honey" "Hello Bob" I obliged, my voice unsteady. "Hello girl" Bob replied in a West Country accent. "Hope you're gonna be a good girl for me today? We have got quite a lot to get through and I don't need any messing about from you, ok?" I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak. "Take your dressing gown off Samantha" David ordered. I did as I was told letting it fall to the floor, naked apart from the tiny G-string. Bob surveyed me and turned to David saying "Nice little tits your girl has got Mr Jackson" David replied by saying "Yea, they are coming along nicely wouldn't you agree Bob?" "Oh yea very cute Mr Jackson, how did you get her to grow them, then?" "Massive female hormone injections" David answered. "Are they permanent then Mr Jackson?" Bob queried. "Of course they are, as will be the tattoo proclaiming my ownership of her" David laughed. This of course came as a shock to me as David had assured me when I was first given the hormones that my body would return to normal as soon as I stopped taking them. I turned to David, my eyes wide in horror at this betrayal. He just held one finger to his lips reading my mind and hushing me before I could protest. "Oh yes Samantha has agreed to spend the rest of her life as my wife and property" David continued. "She really hasn't got much choice, have you girl? She is going to be a woman now forever. Now get on the bench and lie on your stomach princess" I was too shocked to say anything, I had become numb and pliable, both physically and mentally. I was becoming just what he wanted me to be. I flopped down on the bench and rolled onto my tummy as commanded. As Bob started to wipe the bottom of my right buttock with what smelled like a surgical disinfectant David crouched down at my side. He gently stroked my face and kissed me as he whispered in my ear. "Don't worry your little head princess everything is going to be alright. You are mine now girl and I will always look after you" I smiled back at him, trying to look reassured although the full magnitude of my plight was really starting to sink in now. It now dawned on me that there was never ever going to be a way back now! "Here you are Samantha, have a look at the designs for your tattoos" Andy said as he unfolded a scrap of paper. "This one here is for your left shoulder, this one is for your tummy, just above the top of your panties and this one is for the bottom of your right buttock" He showed me the paper and pointed to the three designs as he spoke. The first one for my shoulder was a cute little one inch high pink fairy with her wings spread sat on a toadstool. The second for my tummy was a tiny butterfly. Lastly the one for my bottom was an unusual design. It looked like the logo of Andy's company which incorporated his initials DJ in capitals. It was circular in shape about one inch in diameter. Scrolled around it in tiny letters were the words, THIS SLUT IS THE PROPERTY OF HER MASTER DAVID JACKSON. My blood ran cold, this really was too much but what was I to do, I was completely TRAPPED!! I just sighed and placed my head on the pillow, hiding my eyes so as the men could not the tears welling up in my eyes. Even crying in this situation was girly and submissive, my old self would have kicked out and ran. The hormones were altering my mental outlook as well as my physical looks. I really was acting like a weak emotional girl not a man anymore. That and the fact that as long as David possessed that video of me I could never be free. And if the hormones were permanent? Then how could I ever escape and return to my old life. Not with tits, long girly hair, and the waist, hips and legs of a woman. I looked completely feminine except for one major difference; and now I finally realised that it would be forever! What kind of life would exist for me now away from this house, I needed David and I knew I was his property now!! The buzzing sound of the electric tattoo needle started up and I braced myself for the coming pain and tried to think of something else to distract myself. I flinched as it made contact. "Keep still girl" Said Bob calmly. "I've rubbed a little anaesthetic on you, it shouldn't hurt that much" He was right, I could feel it but it wasn't too bad, not as bad as I had feared anyway. The little needle danced across my skin jabbing in and out; I think the humiliation of my plight was worse than the actual pain. Bob whistled a tune softly between his teeth as he worked; David was sat quietly watching. The first tattoo took what felt like hours but in fact was about ninety minutes. When he was finished he turned to David and said "There you go Mr Jackson, one down two to go, what do you think?" David looked over saying to Bob. "Hey it looks pretty good Bob, how long will it take to heal" Bob answered him by saying. "Oh it will scab but that will come off in about a week or so" "Then she will be marked permanently as my bitch" David added To which Bob agreed with a laugh. The process was repeated on my left shoulder, first the antiseptic and anaesthetic wipe then the drilling of the little needle into my flesh. This one hurt a bit more than the first one had, as I was not as padded on my shoulder as I was on my bottom. Again it took Bob about an hour to complete his task as my future husband looked on approvingly. When he was finished he told me to turn over and lie on my back and pull my panties down a bit on the left hand side. I did as he told me and he quickly got to work on my final tattoo. Eventually he was finished and I breathed a sigh of relief, I thought my ordeal was almost over but the worst was yet to come! "Now" Said David. "Time for the piercings!" "Sit up" Said Bob. "We'll start with your ears. Best to break you in gently" He and David laughed at this, although laughing was furthest from my mind, if anything the joke was on me! The antiseptic was rubbed onto my earlobes and Bob used an ear piercing gun to shoot two studs into each ear, one at the bottom of the lobe the other slightly above it. As with the tattoos, it wasn't as painful as I had feared; but of course the ears are the easiest part of a body to pierce; the other parts would be more difficult. "Ok onto your back again girl" Bob ordered "Now for your belly button" As I lay back down he cleaned and applied the antiseptic to the skin just above my navel. He then attached a very small clamp to it to hold it in position. I was nearly sick when I saw the long thin tool he was going to insert through me. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth as the sharp needle pierced me. God this did hurt a lot more than the ears. He pushed it clean through and withdrew it, replacing it with a small hoop that he then fastened at the front. Surely this must be the last of my ordeals I thought to myself, again I was wrong. My heart sank as David said to Bob "Just the nipples now Bob and we are all done" He then turned to me and whispered. "You're doing great honey, but this will probably be the most painful part. So remember, be a good, brave little girl, you don't want to show me up in front of this gentleman do you?" "N-n-no David" I whimpered "I'll be brave for you" I closed my eyes tightly and flung my head backwards to get away from the awful image of what was going to happen. I briefly opened them to look up imploringly at David but I knew in my heart that it would be to no avail. The clamp was tightened on my left nipple and I waited to feel the short, sharp excruciating pain. It was not long in coming. I felt like I was about to pass out as the needle started its slow methodical journey through my flesh. "ARGHHHH OH MY GOD" I screamed as it punctured me. David gripped my hand and stroked my forehead, comforting my through the ordeal whispering softly to me. "There there my princess, be brave for Daddy" I just whimpered and squeezed back on his hand. I felt an emotional bond with him that I find hard to describe. Even though he was directly responsible for the searing pain in my breast and for my plight as a whole; it was strange to feel my own submission to him and reliance upon him to help me through it! Mercifully it happened quite quickly and the needle was soon to be replaced with a small twenty four carat gold hoop. I was almost hallucinating with the pain and shock of my left nipple being done that I didn't notice the preparations begin on my right breast. So yet again the pain and shock took me by surprise and in spite of my future husband's physical reassurances, I still screamed out load as the needle entered me. I shook my head and tried to regain my composure as David assisted me back up into a sitting position. "That's it sweetheart all done" He said gently to me. "All over now, stand up and let's have a look at you" I felt weak all over but I still had enough presence of mind to know to obey him. I stood up and looked down at my body, taking in the sight of my pierced nipples and navel. Noticing the small tattoo on my belly I turned around to view the one on my butt. By twisting my head right around I could also make out the design now etched forever on my shoulder. David looked on approvingly. "Good work Bob, very good work, thanks a lot" He said and turned to me "Now you look like my girl Samantha, permanently my girl. It's late, go make yourself something to eat and get to bed. I'm going to have a drink with Bob and sort out the fee for his days labour" As I turned to leave David said to me "Aren't you forgetting something honey?" I looked at him quizzically? "Come on remember your manners girl, say thank you to Bob for his days work" "Thank you Bob" I replied as if in a daze. "Thank you for spending the time to make me more attractive to my man" I added, completely beaten, physically and mentally by now. "That's it good girl, now fuck off, I'm busy" I left the gym feeling more beaten than ever. David was right it was very late by now, the afternoon and a large part of the evening had flown by. It was now completely dark outside; I went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich before bed, wearing just my gown, panties and heels. As I entered the kitchen I was surprised to see Mathew sitting at the table, he too was eating his supper "Hello girl" he spat out "Had a good day?" he added with a smirk. I just grunted in answer to him and made myself my supper, pouring myself a large glass of vodka and fresh orange. I just wanted to get to my room and be alone and to be honest; he was the last person on this planet that I wanted to speak to right now. "Don't go yet precious" He growled "You still gotta have this" He brandished a srynge at me. "Mr Jackson says I gotta give you your daily hormone shot, now bend over the table and lift your gown up girl" After what I had endured today, this was the least of my troubles; I obliged him and felt the needle pierce my buttock. Even though I was starting to feel comfortably numb with the events that had overtaken my life. I still felt a stirring of unease by the way that Mathew stroked my buttocks before, during and for a few seconds after he had administered the shot. As if he was enjoying my humiliation. I went to my room, removed what little clothing I was wearing and had a quick shower. There was a dull throbbing ache in my pierced and tattooed areas as the hot water washed over me, washing any hope of returning to my past life away down the plug hole with it. I didn't sleep soundly that night, I was aware that I had to be lying on my side at all times so as not to lie directly on either my shoulder and buttocks or upon my navel and breasts. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) It was the evening of the day after I had been raped by Mathew. I had spent the day as usual attending to my housework. It was a welcome distraction; helping me to try and forget the previous day's horrors. I had prepared the evening meal for my husband and master and as expected of me had changed into something classy and sexy for him. I had picked a pretty little red polka dot dress, black heels and stockings, with a black lace bra, panties and suspender set. After we had eaten and retired for an hour in the living room with a couple of drinks, I was told to go and wait in his bedroom. He quickly followed me up and told me to remove my dress, then go lay on the bed. Without a word David stripped naked and joined me. He wasted no time on removing my bra and panties, I could tell by his hugely erect penis what was to follow. He fondled and kissed me like a loving husband would do, then said to me "Gotta re-mark out my territory honey" With that he casually rolled me onto my tummy. "You've had another man up there again girl, I gotta let you know just who you really belong to, reaffirm my ownership" Reluctantly I obeyed him, I was still sore from Mathews attentions, he must have sensed this and added "Its ok sweetheart, I know that Mathew is very well endowed, I promise that I will be gentle with you" I responded to the gentle slap on my bum by lifting myself up a little so as David could push a pillow under me. "Good girl" he whispered in my ear. "Get your cute little ass up in the air for Daddy, show me who your man is" I opened my legs and tensed my thigh muscles ready to receive him. Groaning as he entered my poor swollen little fuck hole. He worked himself into me; pushing gently further and further into me. It wasn't long until he unloaded inside me. Before he fell asleep he murmured to me "Don't you ever forget who your man is bitch, no matter who fucks you, it is with my permission and you still and always will put me first?" "Yes sir" I told him "I will never forget my vows to you master" I added before drifting off to sleep CHAPTER 13 I spent the rest of the week after my rape ordeal in a bit of a daze. Only now did I fully comprehend my position here, even though I was David's wife; I was still always going to be his property to be given out to other men at his discretion. In fact the thought that I had been raped by Mathew was nothing more than a joke to David, if anything it seemed to turn him on. Several days later David showed me a large greetings card that he had purchased. "What do you think honey?" He asked. "Very nice, who is it for?" I replied. I noticed that it was an anniversary card, very large, about three foot by two foot in measurement with a deep satin padded front part. I had to admit it was a beautiful card, obviously for a good friend of his. "It is for Sir Charles and Selina" I was told. "It's their wedding anniversary today and you will deliver this card to them this evening" "Oh" I answered "By myself?" I was a little confused. "Yes honey, all by your self" He went on to say. "Mathew will drive you over there about 9pm tonight. Here is what you will wear" He said pointing to the other boxes on the floor. "Oh and don't worry about Mathew. He is well aware of the rules around here and won't touch or harass you" My eyes must have widened at hearing this because he added "Mathew got what he wanted for his birthday treat. You were my gift to him; he will not take advantage again, he doesn't have my permission" That was a relief, but it was short lived when he added. "You are mine to give as a gift; and for tonight I will give you again to someone for a gift. This time it is not to the loyal hired help but to a very good friend of mine" "I AM SURE THAT YOU WILL NOT LET ME DOWN" He said firmly. I picked up the boxes and went upstairs to my room: curiosity got the better of me and I opened them. Inside the larger flat box was a very short, tight looking PVC mini dress. It had studs right the way up the front from the low neckline to the hem so as it could be completely opened. It was sleeveless with two thin shoulder straps and a three inch wide, studded belt with a large silver buckle. Inside the same box were two identical, one inch wide, black leather studded bracelets with three metal D-rings attached; also a matching collar again with three metal D-rings attached. The second box contained my underwear for the evening. This consisted of a black PVC corset, with suspender straps that pushed my breasts outwards but did not cover my nipples, a pair of black seamed stockings and a black, sheer nylon G-string. The last box was obviously a shoe box. I gasped in shock when I saw its contents, how could I possibly walk in these monster heels I thought to myself? They were so high my feet were almost vertical; I would be taking my entire weight on my toes and they would surely be agony to wear! It was with a heavy heart that I showered and prepared myself for the evening ahead. I really was not looking forward to it at all; in fact I was more than a little frightened at the prospect. Sir Charles had always eyed me in a rather unpleasant way; his glance had sent shivers down my spine and his hand up my skirt at the poker evening should have signalled his future intentions towards me. Being given to Mr Roberts as part of a business deal and being given to Mathew for a birthday treat; made me aware of just what I had become. The fact that David had allowed Mathew to actually rape me and not just have sex with me like he had with Roberts; proved that there were no limits to how far I could be degraded by men with David's express permission. This coupled with the fetish type PVC outfit led me to think that tonight could plum even greater depths of submission and humiliation. At least the last two experiences had been in the relative safety of what I called home. Tonight I would be in a strange new house in a very vulnerable predicament. When I was dressed in my evening clothes and with my hair brushed back into a tight ponytail. I slipped on a long, beige Burberry trench coat and fastened it up tightly. I checked myself in the mirror and reluctantly walked downstairs. I was given a final instruction by my husband. "Just remember girl, your only instruction from me is to do exactly as you are told to do, by whoever tells you to do it. I will be receiving a report on your behaviour tonight off Sir Charles and if you haven't come up to standard, you will be severely punished tomorrow." David handed me the anniversary card to give to Sir Charles and Selina also another smaller piece of card. "Memorise this on the journey bitch, it is how you are to present yourself to them" I didn't have time to read it just then as Mathew appeared at the door and said with a sneer "Your carriage awaits you madam" David kissed me on my forehead, turned me around and patted my bottom. "Off you go sweetheart and don't forget to be a good little girl now will you?" He whispered with a smile, guiding me to the front door. He waved me off as we drove away and disapeared back into the house. We drove the fifteen miles to Sir Charles' mansion in silence. I certainly had nothing to say to Mathew and I really didn't want to hear anything he may have to say either. It did not take us long to get there and Mathew parked the car next to the kitchen doorway. "Out you get whore" He laughed "Go straight in through that door, they are expecting you" "Have a good time babe" He added sarcastically. "I'll see you in the morning when I come to pick you up. "Come in" shouted a shrill foreign sounding voice as I tentatively knocked on the door. I entered into the large kitchen where I was met by a young, pretty, oriental girl. "Hello, I am Angel, I been expecting you Samantha" she said in her East Asian accent, "Me Master Charles' and Lady Selina's maid girl. Please let me take you coat?" I unfastened my coat and handed it to her. I felt a little embarrassed wearing just my PVC and leather outfit but she didn't seem to even notice it as she said. "Please this way Samantha, I take you see the Master" It was hard going trying to keep up with her as she ran through the great house but eventually we approached a door. I could hear laughing coming from behind it; it sounded like Sir Charles and Selina obviously finding something very funny! I later found out that they had been laughing at me on a CCTV monitor as I had tottered behind Angel through the house. "Enter" Was the only response from within as Angel knocked loudly on the thick dark oak door; we entered as bidden. My hosts for the evening were each sat on two large leather sofas set at a ninety degree angle to each other. The room was very dark, dimly lit by two red lamps. The floor was made of cobble stone and there were things hanging up on the stone walls that in the poor light I could not make out. The room had the feel of a dungeon. Sir Charles was wearing a black leather harness with metal buckles over his chest, tight, black leather trousers and shiny, black leather boots. On his head he wore what looked like a German SS officers peaked cap. Selina was wearing a short, tight, leather mini dress that zipped up the front from the hem upwards. It was so short I could see the tops of her stockings attached to the leather straps of her suspender belt. She had on thigh high, leather boots that were laced across the front with six inch heels. Thick studded wrist bands and collar: her hair was brushed back into a tight bun. She looked every inch the dominatrix with dark goth-like make up. "You're late bitch" Was Sir Charles' only greeting. We all knew that if I was indeed late then it certainly wasn't my fault, though I knew better than to answer back so I just said "I am very sorry Sir and Madam" Then remembering my written instruction off the card that I had learned on the drive down, I added "Please Master; this slut presents herself to her betters for their approval" As I fell to my knees. I leant down on my forearms and pressed my face into the floor trying to look as submissive and humble as I could, I heard Sir Charles say to Selina. "There you are my darling, happy anniversary. I know that you have been itching to get your hands on this little piece of meat ever since you first saw her" Selina answered him by saying. "Oh Charles you must have read my mind; what a perfect anniversary surprise. She really is a cute little piece isn't she?" "Indeed she is my darling wife, indeed she is! I have been aching to play with her myself. It is so good of our dear friend David to present her to us for our enjoyment" I heard the clicking of heels on the hard floor as Selina stood up and approached me. "Get up slut" She hissed "We are all going to have some fun tonight. We will see how well your husband and master has trained you" She grabbed my hair as I attempted to stand in my uncomfortably high heels; yanking me up and pushing me towards the darkened corner of the room. As I stumbled towards the wall I could now make out the shapes of the implements attached to it. I squealed in horror as I could see the collection of whips, riding crops, clamps and restraining devices all hung up neatly. "Oh you may well yelp bitch" She laughed "We find that nasty little whores like you do a lot of screaming, crying and begging when they are sent here to entertain us! Isn't that right my husband?" "Quite right my dear" Agreed Sir Charles "In fact that's why we have them sent round" He laughed, adding "So feel free to scream all you want Samantha sweetheart, no-one can hear you here" "And please cry and beg all you can you slut. It only turns us on more" I was propelled further towards a large wooden X-shaped cross fixed to the wall and was turned around and pushed back against it. Sir Charles came over to assist his wife in fastening my wrists to the top beams. She pulled on my ankles and fixed them to the bottom part, the tight PVC skirt I was wearing pulled so tight across my thighs that it was biting into my flesh. A ball gag was pushed into my mouth and a blindfold fitted over my eyes I was fixed there rigid, scared and blind; I started to tremble, much to their amusement. "I think that the little princess is frightened" Cackled Selina Her husband laughed in agreement as he started to undo the studs on my dress baring my pierced nipples. There was a sharp pain as a clamp was affixed to them; followed by another as the procedure was repeated on the other. My dress was still fastened from my navel down, for now! There was a buzzing sound followed by an intense electrical shock as the machine that was obviously connected to the clamps hummed into life. I stiffened and jerked in my bonds, biting on the ball part of the gag as I tried to scream. "This should warm you up a bit first" A voice cut through my pain. The shock subsided as someone turned down the power dial, only to return as it was again turned up. This was repeated several times and each time I danced like a rag doll upon the cross. My breasts were so numbed by the electricity that I didn't even notice them stop and remove the clamps. The next thing I knew, the remaining studs on my dress were ripped open and someone grabbed at my clit, squeezing it firmly. Someone else undid my bonds and I collapsed to the floor' "GET UP CUNT" Selina screamed. "WE HAVE NOT EVEN STARTED YET" I was spun around and pushed face first into the wall, as my dress was ripped off me. I was feeling completely disorientated now with the fear, pain and the fact that I couldn't see a thing. My arms were again pulled up and attached to metal rings set into the wall as were my ankles. My G-string was tugged to one side and I felt cool lubricant being applied to my bum-hole. What felt like a large butt-plug was unceremoniously rammed up my ass and the blindfold and gag were both removed. I sobbed uncontrollably as I dreaded what was to happen next, the awful anticipation adding to my torment. There was a sharp crack followed by the pain as a whip sharply connected with my buttocks. I screamed. "No please, oh god no please, mercy" I blubbered helplessly, knowing that it would be of no use. Another stroke landed across my bottom, followed by god knows how many more. If nothing else it made me realise just how gentle David had been with me that day in the stable. My two tormentors were only encouraged by my pleas; I knew this but could not help myself from whimpering and begging. Even in my state of high anxiety however I realised that, so far the torture had been given only to cause pain and discomfort rather than any lasting damage. I was in a way relieved as I realised that there would be some limits; I realised that they would not want to send back to their friend damaged goods! I spent an undeterminable amount of time being alternatively beaten and electrically shocked about my body until they eventually released me from my shackles. My relieve was short lived however as I was thrust down over a gym style vaulting horse and I was again fixed to it. The plug was ripped from me only to be replaced by a succession of other implements. At one stage I felt that I was losing consciousness only to be revived by a bottle of smelling salts jammed up my nose. Some of these objects were long and thin, some felt shorter and fatter, one even felt very long and very broad as well! Some of them had a ribbed or knobbly feeling and I swear one of them felt like a large ear of corn had been thrust inside me. The muscles in my ass were completely stretched and prised apart leaving me with a loose feeling between anal assaults. "HAD ENOUGH YET WHORE" Bellowed sir Charles in my ear. "Oh god, oh yes thank you sir" I sobbed. "Time for more then" Was his only answer; and the abuse continued. I was again released and dragged across the floor by the two of them and thrown to the floor. This time I was on my knees facing one of the sofas and Selina sat on it in front of me. "Unzip my dress slut" She commanded I instantly obeyed, scared stiff of the consequences of any refusal or hesitation now! She grabbed my hair and pulled my face down into her crotch and ordered. "Lick my clitty bitch and make a fucking good job of it" I licked and sucked and slurped away at her T-girl sex organs, my tongue slipping down to rim her bottom as I worked my hardest at my enforced "lesbian!" encounter. I felt Sir Charles rip down my G-string and force his big hard cock inside me. Although after the experience of the dildoes, vibrators and other implements, his cock was the least of my concerns! I don't know how long my ordeal continued for? I didn't sleep at all that night. I was dragged around the torture chamber, whipped, cropped, slapped and beaten on and off all evening. I was tied to several different devices in all sorts of uncomfortable positions as more implements were inserted in my orifices. More electric shocks administered and yet more beatings given' At the end of it all I found myself naked, beaten and broken lying on the cold hard floor, sobbing like a little girl! "Good night cunt" Sneered Sir Charles "Yes good night cunt" added Selina "Now what do you say bitch?" She queried. "T-t-thank you Sir Charles and Lady Selina" I cried into the floor. My ass was sore and the repeated loads of Sir Michaels cum oozed out of my mouth and bum; down my throat it mingled with Selina's. My chin had been rubbed raw on her stockings as I had been forced to orally pleasure her. My jaw was stiff and aching from having to constantly stretch wide apart around Sir Charles' penis. Not to mention the various gags that I had been forced to wear; a couple of them with large penis shaped rubber that had almost made me choke! I had almost fallen asleep in exhaustion where I lay when I felt Angels' gentle touch on my bare shoulders. A deep breathe off relief escaped my lips as I realised the nights torture was in fact over. The next morning couldn't have come soon enough for me. I had been given back my panties, heels and long Mackintosh coat and had put them all on. I was stood outside the back door in the cold hard light of day waiting for my lift home when Mathew pulled up in the yard. As I expected he was laughing at me under his breath as he held open the car door for me. I climbed in and collapsed exhausted and in some discomfort onto the rear seat. Still in a little pain from the previous evenings beatings and from the rough insertions that had been carried out in my bottom. Plus I was tired and had a headache from the complete lack of sleep that had now endured for nearly twenty-four hours. "Had an interesting evening" Smirked Mathew as he got into the drivers seat and set off. I didn't even bother answering him and we spent the short drive home in silence. As David had already left by the time I got home, I used the opportunity to shower and get some sleep. It was late afternoon when I woke up and my husband had returned. That night at dinner he said to me. "I have heard from Sir Charles, he was very happy with your performance last night. He said that he envied me for being lucky enough to own such a good little girl and fuck-toy" David left the room for a moment returning with a huge bouquet of flowers. "For you princess" he smiled as he passed them to me. "You will learn that as well as punishing your bad behaviour, I will always reward your good" I smiled and blushed coyly as I accepted them "Thank you master I whispered" (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) Chantelle called around the following day after my ordeal in the gym. It was always good to see her; she had a personality that never failed to lighten my mood, no matter how down I felt. She apparently knew about the previous days events as the first thing she said to me was. "Hiya babe, how ya feeling? Those nasty ole tatts and piercings still aching girl?" "Yea a little" I replied with a mock grimace. "I know honey" She continued. "I've bin there too girl" She put her arms around me and hugged me. "The things we girls put up with for our men hey Sammy sugar" she said as she stroked my hair. "Anyway Sammy, I've come to do your hair; did David mention that to you?" "No" I replied. "Well come on then, lets get a bottle of wine out and have a good old girly time. I'm gonna colour ya hair blond like mine" Her high spirits were infectious and I giggled as I ran off to get a bottle, two glasses and a cork-screw. We spent the afternoon together as she washed, cut and dyed my hair to a beautiful golden honey blond colour. As she worked she chatted away telling me a little about herself and her story with Gary. She had already been a full time transvestite when she had met him. She had been a barmaid/waitress occasional hostess at a well known T-girl haunt in London, where he had been one of the customers. She had fallen in love with him straight away and he had certainly fallen for her; offering her a more attractive lifestyle than the one she was currently leading. Until she had met Gary, like a lot of full time T-girls she had been forced to supplement her income with occasional escort work, as she said, "Meeting Gary meant I didn't have to walk around a bar all night tolerating getting my ass squeezed by the customers for a few quid in tips here and there" "And much better than blowing them off in the toilets for fifty quid" She added with a laugh. "Not to mention spending the odd night here and there with them when my rent was due" She had accepted a submissive, bimbo, air head of a wife role with Gary as it provided massive financial security as well as a loving husband. I had to agree with her but couldn't help but wonder whether I could live like that. She must have read my mind as she added. "Sammy honey, you could do a lot worse in life you know? You are what you are babe! You are in too deep now! The only thing you can do is go along with it and make the best out of it" I looked up at her and sighed, she was right. "Besides Sammy you know that I will always be here for you as a friend if you need me" She kissed and stroked my neck. She was my friend and I knew I needed her: I think from that moment on, I loved her as such. CHAPTER 14 It only took four or five days for the tattoos to heal over, the scabs quickly fell off revealing the pretty little designs underneath. I had been taking care of my piercings too; swabbing them in antiseptic and twisting around the metal so that they would heal into a permanent hole. They pain from all these new decorations had subsided quite considerably now, just leaving a dull ache. I was happy this morning as I was expecting Emma and Chantelle to visit today. It was to be my wedding day the following week and they were coming round to check that I was growing into my wedding dress nicely, also for a social visit. I dressed quite simply for the day as it would be a girls' only affair and no need to dress to impress the men! I wore a simple plain, white cotton dress with three inch heels and tan hold ups. Wearing a bra was now crucial, where before I had worn one to take advantage of the silicon implants in the cups. Now I had taken out the silicon and wore a bra to support my ever growing titties. These were not the only changes; the girls had been correct when they said that I would grow into my wedding dress. Every day that I continued to take the hormones I was changing rapidly. When I had the second fitting of my gown it had fitted far more snugly than before; my body was that of a woman's to look at now! Only one part of my entire body was still masculine and even that was far less prominent than it had once been. It was fun being with Emma and Chantelle; they were both rapidly becoming my good friends. I loved Chantelle for her spirit and love of live, but I also came to love Emma for her compassion, good sense and her depth of personality. Like me she had met her man on the internet; unlike me however she had experienced a little of the tranny lifestyle before hand. Although unlike Chantelle she had not lived the part, full time, until she had moved in with Micheal. I gathered from reading in between the lines of her story that she had been a little coerced at first into becoming Michael's woman. Like me she had worried that everything was moving too fast and too far for her to take in. Like me she had learned that it really wasn't her choice anymore; which was why she had accepted her fate and place in life! It seemed to me that this circle of guys that we were tied to had taken every precaution of making sure that they got just what they wanted! They all had the same modus operandi; they seemed to offer girls like us just what we wanted. Then they always took steps to ensure that once we were within their power then we would find it impossible to escape. Whether it was by blackmail, threats or by just simply indulging our own fantasies and aspirations. Once a girl was in, then she was in for ever! There were lessons to be learned here; my fate had been sealed from the moment that I had taken up David's original offer on the internet. From now on I just had to learn the new rules and restrictions that would govern my life. In return for total surrender, submission and acceptance to this, then I would receive all the benefits in return. After the final fitting of my wedding gown we adjourned to one of the living rooms and spent the rest of the day watching an old Marilyn Monroe movie. They didn't leave until after dark and ten minutes later David arrived home. He was most interested to know what we girls had spent the day talking about, as if girl talk was all a mystery to him! I think it was at that point I finally realised that I had crossed the line, not just physically, but mentally too! I was one of the girls now; I would never be a man again! From now on it would be in my best interests to cooperate and try and to be a good girl for my man. I was still a little na?ve in hindsight, as I was still to learn exactly just what that was to entail; that this life of luxury came at a cost. It was still to take the firm hand of my husband and master from time to time to teach me that fact. (AFTER WE ARE MARRIED) I had been allowed several days to recover from my evening with Sir Charles and Selina. It was several days before my husband required me to be at his sexual service again. The following Thursday David informed me that we had been invited to a little get together at Gary and Chantelles place the next evening. I was to be excused from doing my housework that day as David told me he wanted me to spend all day making myself beautiful for the night. I was get my hair done and have a manicure, a professional hairdresser and manicurist would be calling round in the afternoon. This sounded like fun and I was really looking forward to it. The next day I had a lie in until about 11am in the morning as I wanted to be able to stay up late that night. I had not met the hairdresser and manicurist before; until then I had either done my own or Emma and Chantelle had helped me with it. Unfortunately neither of them would be available this Friday as they were both too busy preparing themselves for the same dinner party. The first to arrive was the manicurist; she was a plump, pleasant middle aged woman who chatted constantly as she worked. She was not distracted from her work however and by the time she had finished my nails were French manicured to a highly professional level. They were complete with two miniature diamonds fixed to the nails on my index fingers. I thanked her for her work and waited for the hair stylist. She hadn't long gone when there was a knock at the door, it was the hairdresser. She was a lot younger than the manicurist, about mid thirties with bleached blond hair. She arrived carrying her equipment bag and quickly got down to business. It only took her an hour to complete her task, a little trim here and there but mostly she was just brushing and styling. She had combed my hair up into a French platted style, all swept up and very glamorous. After she had left I examined her handiwork in the mirror, I looked almost regal; like a Princess or a Duchess or maybe like the Ambassadors wife I thought? I was pretty sure that the two visitors had been real women or should I say had been born women! Although in this world that I now lived in, who could be sure of anything? David had spent the day by himself and I had not seen much of him until around 5pm when he came up to my room. I had just showered, done my make up and was wearing a silk dressing gown when he walked in; he never ever knocked! He kissed me and stood back to admire my hair, nails and make up. "My god you look gorgeous woman" He said with a smile "I've come to select your outfit and jewellery for tonight" He added. Quickly opening my wardrobes and drawers he picked out two completely different collections of clothes. Two dresses, two sets of underwear, two pairs of heels, etc. at first I thought that he had selected two sets so as I could choose for myself just which one I wanted to wear. I should have known better! Next he looked in my jewellery box and took out a delicate gold chain with a gold and diamond encrusted pennant attached; a gold and diamond tennis bracelet with a matching navel bar for my belly button. Finally he took out a pair of large hoop earrings. "You will wear this ensemble for the first part of the evening Samantha, after which you will change into this one" He said pointing first to the stuff laid out on the left hand side of my bed, then to the stuff on the right. I looked at the first lot it was an expensive Versace black silk and lace dress. Very low cut to show off my cleavage, very tight across my hips and ass, slightly flared at the hem Very expensive, Italian made, silk, black low cut bra with matching panties and sexy lacy looking suspender belt, black seamed stockings, five inch black stilletoe heels. Next I looked at the clothes I was to change into. It was a gold, silk, knee length dress, very tight fitting with a low neckline and a slit up the thigh to my stocking tops. Gold, silk, half cup, lacy bra, with matching suspender belt and G-string. Tan seamed stockings and gold high heels. The jewellery was to remain the same for the entire evening. I was a little confused about just why a small private dinner party should require a change of clothes but when I asked my husband he jus