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Amanda's Enslavement part 2 Chapter 1 "You girls clean the office and patio, then head upstairs and get ready for dinner. I have business to attend to, before we'll leave. Jennifer, I expect Amanda to be 100% ready in ninety minutes." Susan leaves us alone and we gather up the cocktail and wine glasses. We bring them into the kitchen, and load them into the dishwasher. Jennifer looks quite pleased, and is humming a tune as we work, so I remain quiet. We go outside and have a cigarette as we're cleaning up, and Jennifer orders me to go pick up my bikini and gaff off the office floor after we finish our cigarettes. It dawns on me that I'm doing house work wearing a pair of hot pink 3" Stilettos, and nothing else, after I've just given my first blow job to a guy with tits, who had me convinced he was a woman all afternoon. And I'm happy! I smile and head upstairs, humming Jennifer's song. After I remove my wig, Jennifer shows me how to remove my make up, and moisturize my skin. To save time, we shower together, and I get a chance to fondle her tits. One can almost feel the saline bags in there, or it could just be my imagination playing tricks on me? We finish showering and Jennifer orders me to sit at her vanity. She enters her closet and grabs her manicure kit, and hot pink polish. "Mistress wants you 100% so I'm going to do your nails. We're pressed for time, so tonight we're going with tips. We'll get you a full set of acrylics tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" I squeal in delight, and she raises her brow. "I need to learn how to do that." I think to myself, when Jen say's "yes, tomorrow!" As she paints my toes. "Are you still having comprehension problems, Amanda? I'll explain it to you fast and dirty as I work. You are now the property of Mistress Susan Madison. You are her slave, just as I am, therefore you will spend the weekend here, until a more permanent arrangement is made. As senior slave, you shall defer to me at all times, unless Mistress say's otherwise. You will be required to live as a girl 24/7, and wear three or four inch heels every waking minute of the day, with the only exceptions being, bathing, the pool, the hot tub, our workout sessions, or unless Mistress commands otherwise. Am I clear so far, Amanda?" "Live as a girl? But what about my job, or friends?" "What about them?" I just can't show up at work wearing a skirt and heels!" Jennifer continues to work on my nails, completely unconcerned about what I said. "You will either have to tell your boss's you're transitioning, or quit and come work for Ms Madison, either way, Adam is gone and Amanda is here to stay. Do you understand?" I sit back in my chair, stunned. Either tell my bosses I'm transitioning into a woman or give up my career? Dread flows out of my body and I start weeping, how can I possibly go into work dressed as a girl on Monday? I'll be the laughing stock of the company. Jennifer finishes up with my toes, stands up and bitch slaps me across the cheek. "That's enough of that! We've no time for a pity party. Go wash your face and get back here. I have one hour left to make you presentable to Mistress." I of course do as I'm told. I take a few minutes to compose myself. When I return I ask? "Miss Jennifer, how did you meet the Mistress?" "I was an outcast in high school in Los Angeles, I didn't care about sports, or band, or any of that school spirit shit. All I cared about was fashion, and make up. I wasn't gay, I'm still not, and neither are you, by the way. After HS I chose beauty school over college, and loved every minute of it. After graduation, I couldn't find work as a beautician, we're talking Hollywood, here, home of the stars. Well it turned out that none of the stars wanted a straight male make up artist. I was top of my class in Beauty school, but couldn't find a job anywhere. I applied everywhere, from the Movie Studios, to Nona's Braids N Wax on Crenshaw." "Frustrated, I moved here, and still couldn't find work. One day I just happened to stop in Ms Madison's salon for a follow up of one of the resumes I submitted. I was trying to convince the manager to give me a chance when Mistress walked in. She overheard me begging for a opportunity, and came over to assess the situation. She offered me one chance to give her a make over, and I made the best of it. Despite the manager's attempt to talk her out of it, Mistress allowed me to show her my skills, and here I am today. Last I heard, that manager was running a Great Clips somewhere in Butt Fuck Nebraska." We share a laugh as she paints my new nails hot pink. "How long have you been with Mistress?" I ask. "Four wonderful years." I can hear the love in her voice. "And you still haven't had gender reassignment surgery? "No, Mistress forbids it. She prefers girlyboi's as personal slaves. Once I reach 35, I've earned the choice of completing the transformation, and becoming a Mistress of the house, or removing my tits and reverting back to my old male self." Jennifer makes multiple trips to her spacious walk in closet, bringing an armload of clothes and accessories back and dumps them on the bed, as my nails are drying. I wonder what outfit she chose for me as she starts applying my make up. I remain silent even though I have a million questions running through my head. She finishes my make up in about 10 minuets flat, and I examine my face in the lighted vanity mirror as Jen sorts through the items on the bed. I see a flawless, perfectly made over face, with black lined, big, bold, sapphire eyes with pink and purple lids, and long curled black lashes. My cheek bones have a touch of color, but my eyes are drawn to my lips. They appear much larger and, much poutier than before, encased in hot pink lip stick. Once again I am amazed at the face staring back at me. "Miss Jennifer, you are fucking amazing, love." I say with awe in my voice. "Love, is it?" She says looking over at me, "girl, this is only the beginning, just wait until I get to choose the colors. Now, get your ass on the bed, and lie on your back. And for fucks sake learn to control your clitty!" I lie down, flat on my back and Jennifer commands me to raise my arms, and grab the headboard. I'm hoping she'll tie my hands and give me another blow job, in fact, my clitty starts twitching at the thought. But she just gives it a hard slap, and starts wiping my chest with rubbing alcohol. I start to ask her what she's doing, but she shushes me and picks up a pump spray bottle, and spritzes my upper chest around my man boobs and I feel the skin get tacky. "Tonight you get your very first set of tits, I hope 36D's suit you, not that you have a say in the matter, it's the only forms I have on hand." She says with a wicked laugh. I try to reply that I'd love big tits, but she shushes me again, and warns me not to move an inch, and to hold my breath. Jennifer presses a a round disc with a tiny wire over each of my nipples. She then plugs in the other end of the wire to the center of the breast form. Jennifer places a form over each of my real man boobs, taking time to align them perfectly, then press's each in place for 30 seconds before allowing me to breathe. She commands me to lay still for a few minutes to let the adhesive set, once they set, my forms seem to become part of me. I feel them shift with every breath I take. Jennifer quickly reaches out and pinches the pink nipple on my right "titty", and I feel it on my real nipple! I let out a yelp, more in surprise than pain, so she gives it a twist. Oh my Gawd did that hurt! Jennifer smiles evilly and says "I guess these still work, watch this." She moves her hand to my left tit and starts teasing the nipple with her nails. I wonder in amazement as I feel every stroke of her nails, and watch the nipple grow erect as my real one does. "These things are fantastic!" I exclaim, "every guy should own a pair." Jennifer replies, " They better be fantastic, Mistress invented them." "Really?" I say excitedly, so Jen continues. "Mistress came up with the concept while in college, so she had a couple of engineering and computer slaves develop the prototype. Over the years the process was refined, the technology advanced, and what you have today is the third generation. Of course these are three years old, the latest model actually changes color to match your skin tone perfectly." "They must be expensive, what is her target market?" My business degree kicks in, so I ask. "She sells most to mastectomy patients, and insurance companies. Mistress donates thousands of pairs to breast cancer survivors, who can't afford a decent form, and sells a few to wealthy cross dressers, but like you said, they're expensive, they cost $2000 to $3000 each, depending on size." As I lay there, I can see my "tits" sticking up from my chest, like beautiful mounds of flesh, nipples erect, and my clitty starts oozing pre cum. Jennifer looks on in amusement, and says, "is that ALL you can think of at a time like this? Here I am, bringing you into womanhood, and all you can think about is your hard clitty? I guess we'll have to do something about it, or you'll never get into a gaff." I get really excited thinking about another blow job when Jennifer commands me to roll over and get on my hands and knees. I quickly comply as she goes to the bathroom and returns with a glass and some baby wipes. She places the glass under the head of my clitty, and says, "Face down, ass up! Make sure you don't smear your make up! I'd make you do this yourself, but I'm not getting punished because you chipped a nail beating off." She grabs my erect clitty by the base and starts stroking downward. I can feel the weight of my tits hanging down and it really turns me on. I start moaning softly as she increases pace, and I'm ready to cum really quickly. "Miss Jennifer, may I please cum?" I moan "Cum NOW!" she commands, and I explode. She strokes me a few more times, and orders me to roll over. As I roll over and lay back to catch my breath, and she wipes my clitty with the baby wipes. I open my eyes as I realize she's standing over me, holding the glass full of my cum. "Open wide," she says with a smile, "make sure you keep your mouth open, we wouldn't want to muss your lipstick." I do as I'm told, and Jennifer pours my hot spunk down my throat. I swallow reflexively and once again the salty tang of cum coats my throat. Jen uses her finger to coax every drop out of the glass, and finally goes back into the bathroom to wash her hands. I slowly follow her so I can use the commode and common sense tells me that my days of pissing standing up are over, so I sit to piss. Jennifer comments, "From now on you will not masturbate, or orgasm without permission, when you are given permission, you will immediately swallow your cum, unless another slave is ordered to do so, so make damn sure you have something to catch your cum in, or you'll be licking it up off the floor! Is this clear, Amanda?" "Yes, Miss Jennifer, crystal clear." She gives me a stern look as I start to stand up "Aren't you going to wipe?" I immediately sit back down, grab some tissue, and reach between my thighs to wipe my clitty. "Watch your nails, Good girl, now let's get dressed." I carefully wash my hands, and take a moment to examine my nails. The tips extend about 1/4 inch beyond my so I raise them up to my face and see the color matches my gorgeous lips perfectly. Once again I stare at my transformation mesmerized. I am beautiful, even without a wig. From my feminine, thin, arched brows, to my perfectly painted fingers to my huge 36D tits, which I now squeeze and fondle, cupping, and lifting, enjoying the sensations... MY EYEBROWS! I think in a panic. How will I ever explain them to my boss! After a minute my panic subsides. "Fuck it!" I say out loud, and Jennifer asks if there's a problem. "No Miss Jennifer," I say as I join her next to her bed. She raises that damn eyebrow again, but let's the remark slide. "We'll start with these," holding up a black satin padded pantie. "It has a built in gaff." I step into the panties, sliding them up my legs. Jennifer guides my clitty into the gaff sheath, before pulling the panties all the way up. She then reaches behind me and gives a strap a tug, before securing it. I can feel my ass lift and separate as my cock and balls seem to magically disappear. The panties also have built in hip pads to enhance my curves. Jennifer then picks up a black, sexy smooth cup underwire bra, and orders me to slip my arms through the straps. She explains to me that the bra is a Victoria's Secret Barely There bra, and it will be invisible under my top as she secures it behind my back. She then spins me around to adjust my tits, making sure they fill out the cups with the right amount of "flesh" showing above the cups. I was expecting to see cleavage, but sadly, I have none. As if reading my thoughts, Jennifer says, "you won't have cleavage until the hormones kick in, and your breasts start growing. Once they do, I know a few tricks to create cleavage." "Wait, What! Hormones? What hormones?" I say bewildered. She gives me the "must I explain EVERYTHING look" and sighs. "Amanda, sweetie," she says in an exasperated tone, "How are you planning to get a feminine voice and figure?" " Do you think padded panties and breast forms are going to cut it? No my dear, you will go through hormone treatment, breast, hip, AND ass augmentation surgery. You will have your Adam's Apple removed, simply because Mistress requires it. She may also demand a collagen treatment for your lips, they are kind of flat, you know." I sit on the edge of the bed in shock, my hands start shaking, and I lose my voice. Jennifer sits down next to me, and pulls me into a tight embrace. "Shhh, everything's going to work out fine sweetie." "We'll take good care of you, you and I will be just like sister's, I promise." She coaxes me to a standing position, and grabs a black denim miniskirt off the bed. "I need you to step into this, sweetie," she says softly, and I go through the motions mechanically. Jen slides the mini up an over my padded ass, fastens the button, and zips the zipper. She gives a tug on the hem and the skirt settles on my hips like it was made exclusively for me. Here, put this on," Jen says and hands me a top. I slip the top on and tug it down. I see it ends midriff, and shows off my belly button. I notice that the snug top enhances my tits spectacularly though. There's writing on the top in blue and pink neon, and a large star pattern, but Jennifer doesn't give me a chance to read it before commanding me to step into a pair of 4" Strapped Stiletto sandals. She secures the ankle straps and walks over to her jewelry box. After a few moments of searching she mutters, "damn it, I can't find those clip on earrings anywhere." I had my ears pierced in college." I say in a low voice, still in shock. "WHAT?" Jen says, turning around to look at me. "Did you just say you have pierced ears?" I nod my head slowly as she walks over to me. She looks closely at my earlobes and grabs me in a tight hug. I can feel my tits press against hers as she says, "girlfriend, you just saved my ass." She quickly grabs a pair of large gold hoop earrings, two gold bracelets, a gold necklace, quickly clasping the jewelry on me, she finishes with a broad, black lace choker with a small gold medallion, to cover my Adam's Apple. She steps back and looks at me critically. "Hm, we're going to have to get your naval pierced, and a second piercing for your ears, other than that, you look fantastic." Her voice is like background noise to me. I feel her place a nylon wig cap, and finally a wig on my head. She then pins the wig to the cap, and styles the wig before spraying it with hair spray. I can't stop thinking about hormones so I unable to pay attention to what she's doing. "Earth to Amanda, did you hear what I said?" I snap out of it at the angry tone of her voice. "I'm sorry Miss Jennifer," I say forlornly, "I zoned out for a minute there. "I said," Jen says in a sharp voice, "go present yourself to the Mistress. Her bedroom is to your right at the end of the hallway. Tell her I'll be ready in 15 minutes." I can feel my panties slide across the denim of my skirt as my hips sway, I feel my tits shifting and bouncing in my bra. MY BRA, supporting MY TITS! I feel the weight of the "Hooker Hoops" dangling from my ears, the mascara and eye shadow, the creamy, lovely lipstick, and my nails! My beautiful, long nails! I feel it all as I navigate the hallway in my 4" heels. I feel so feminine, and sexy, and I love every second of it! But hormones? Surgery? I approach the Mistress's door, and knock softly, taking care not to chip a nail, and Susan calls for me to enter. I don't see her as I enter the spacious, elegantly decorated suite. There is a sitting area with a large bay window overlooking the pool off to the right, a king size bed, with cream colored canopy across from the door, and two doors, both standing open on the left. "In here, darling," Susan's voice calls out from what I assume is the walk in closet. I pause outside the room and knock again. "You may enter." I enter the room, keeping my eyes down, and Susan says. "My dear, now that you're part of the family, you don't need to lower your gaze unless commanded. Now, what can I do for you, my girl?" A tingle runs down my spine, and I feel like I'm floating on air, at the affection I hear in her voice. I raise my head in time to watch her apply the finishing touches to her lipstick. Susan is sitting in a large dressing area, at a huge vanity counter that's covered with cosmetics, perfume bottles, and various lotions, creams, and other beauty products, all neatly organized. Across from the vanity is a alcove with floor to ceiling mirrors. She is wearing an elegant charcoal gray knee length skirt, Dove gray silk ruffled top, cream colored hose, and gray linen 3" pumps. Her eyes are smoky charcoal, and lips a deep blood red. She looks spectacular, and every inch the rich, successful CEO that she is. I am speechless once again and have to consciously tell myself to breathe, and speak. I finally am able to say, "Mistress, Miss Jennifer requested that I present myself to you, and to tell you she will be ready in 15 minutes." "Wow," I say to myself, "could you sound any more like a robot, you dipshit." Susan smiles and says, "step closer, let me have a look at you." I step to within 5 feet and follow her eyes, as she studies every inch of me. She starts with my wig, which is very long, reaching the small of my back, medium Chestnut colored, with bangs that end just above my brows. The hair is straight, and pinned back at the crown by invisible Bobbi pins. Susan's eyes lower to my face, examining every centimeter for flaws, and apparently not finding any, because she smiles at me once again. Her eyes focus on my ears, and comments, "my pet, I didn't notice your pierced ears earlier, I am pleased." I want to jump for joy upon hearing those words, but I'm able to restrain myself to a little wiggle of happiness. Her eyes roam down to my breasts, and I can't stop myself from thrusting my shoulders back to stick my tits out further. Susan frowns and says, "I don't like the top, it's not appropriate for your first night out." I finally get a chance to read it, backwards of corse, and it says "Porn with a big shooting star. I deflate a little as Susan continues her inspection. She reaches my shoes, nods in approval and commands me to hold my hands out for inspection. She examines my nails, and I blurt out, "Miss Jennifer says I'll have acrylics tomorrow." "Your nails are fine for tonight, Pet." Susan stands up, and steps within inches of me. I can feel her warm breath on my ear as she whispers, "Do you have a favorite perfume, my beauty?" I swallow audibly and in a low voice say, "I've always enjoyed the smell of Liz Claiborne, Mistress." "Ah, a very floral choice, let's try this," she says staring down into my eyes. Susan takes her left hand and reaches behind my head, and slowly sweeps my hair from right to left, and over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I feel her nails brush across the back of my neck and I practically jump out of my skin. I smell the perfume before I feel the touch of the glass applicator in her right hand slide down from just below my ear, across my carotid artery, and down my neck to the collar of my top. Maintaining eye contact, she refreshes the applicator, bends her knees, reaches down and oh so slowly runs the applicator up my right leg, starting at my knee, and moving up my inner thigh to the bottom of my panties. I close my eyes and moan softly. I can't hardly breathe, but Susan commands me to open my eyes. Susan continues to stare into my soul as she repeats the process with her right hand. She takes me by surprise, and pulls me off balance with a powerful tug of her left hand. Susan pulls my lips to hers and gives me the most passionate French kiss I ever had. Susan kisses me for so long, I feel like I'm going to pass out. Meanwhile, her right hand drops the applicator and firmly grabs my crotch. I can feel my clitty straining to get hard as she slowly grinds her palm up and down my package. She lets her nails tease my clitty through the satin, as she withdraws her hand. Before she releases me, she whispers in my ear, "Amanda, I own you now, my precious, precious pet." My knees are weak, my heart is racing, and I feel like I'm going to swoon as Susan crouches down to retrieve the applicator and steps back to sit down. She commands me to turn around. I know she's looking at my ass, as she says, "The skirt has to go, It's not the look I expect tonight. Return to Jennifer's room, I'll inform her of my expectations myself, now run along my pet." I reply in a breathless voice, "Thank you, Mistress, for everything." "Amanda, take this with you, it's your scent now, wear it every day." I turn and take the perfume and thank her again before head back to Jen's room. My emotions are overwhelming as I walk back to Jennifer's room. I have never felt such love, or passion before in my life. My father was a career Marine Officer, with no time for affection for his "under developed" son, and my mother was too busy being the perfect Officers wife, to pay much attention to me. I wonder if Mistress and Miss Jennifer love me for my potential as a "Chick with a dick?" Or do they possess deeper understanding of who I am? Jennifer is quite happy with her status, and until she whipped her cock out, had me completely convinced she was all woman. I knock before entering Jennifer's room and see her hanging up the phone as she waves me in through the open door. She's standing there in a Bronze bra and boy short pantie set. I see she's completed her make up, as she looks at me. Her eyeshadow is copper, and brown, with cream highlights. The colors make her brown eyes pop. Her cheekbones have a subtle bronze tint to them, and her lips are a gorgeous Cafe De Leche color. I am instantly envious. She looks at me as she orders me to take off my top. She unfastens my skirt herself. I step out the skirt and remove my top, being extra careful of my nails and wig. I can sense her approval as she returns to her closet. I pick up the skirt and top, and return them to their hangers, as Jennifer returns carrying a Periwinkle, leather mini, with Lilac, off the shoulder silk top, and a Powder Blue lace bustier. "Now, this skirt may be a little tight at first, I'm a 1/2 size smaller than you, without the padding. and the bra will push your tits up quite a bit, but what Mistress wants, Mistress gets," Jen says. "I need to fix your make up, then we'll get you dressed, so have a seat. I sit and Jen unfastens my bra, I feel my "girls" pop free, and giggle. "Is something funny, Amanda?" Jennifer asks in a stern voice. I immediately stifle my grin, and reply in my best innocent school girl voice, "Why no, Miss Jennifer." After a moment, she snickers, and says, "we really need to work on that voice. I'll arrange a vocal lessons for you next week, Mandy dearest." in her best school teacherish voice. Chapter 2 Jennifer wraps the bustier around my torso and orders me to suck in my gut. I comply, and she quickly hooks both sides together. I can feel my breasts being pushed up and separate as they're held firmly by the satin cups. I try to look at my feet, and smile when all I see are my tits. "You are such a slut!" Jennifer comments as she slides my top over my head, and down my torso. The top is a silk, off the shoulder affair, Lilac in color, and fits snugly across my chest, accentuating my breasts. She has me step into the leather mini and slides it up to my thighs, where it starts to get snug. she orders me to exhale, suck in my gut, and hold my breath, as she tugs the skirt up and over my padding. "Go ahead and breathe, darling," Jen says, as she zips the zipper. The skirt fits me like a second skin, gripping my ass in a firm embrace. The hem hugs my thighs like an elastic band, wound just a bit too tight. "Try a couple of deep knee bends, just make sure you keep your knees together," Jen suggests. Do you have any idea how hard it is to attempt a deep knee bend, in a skin tight leather miniskirt, 4" heels, and 36D tits? I didn't either, much to my chagrin, and Jennifer's amusement. I have a hard time stepping over to her vanity, my thighs are held together, so I have to take mincing steps. "My Gawd," Jennifer says with a laugh, "you should see your ghetto ass!" Jennifer fixes my make up, again! And I ask her if she has a full length mirror I can use. She rolls her eyes and calls me a Diva as she points toward her closet. I walk in her closet and pause in amazement. Her closet is huge! There are clothes hanging everywhere, dresser drawers galore, and at least 75 pairs of shoes and boots neatly lined up on shelves. On the left is the same alcove with the three mirror set up that Susan has, and on the right is a dressing area, with a padded bench to sit on. I step into the alcove to admire myself, and I love what I see. Thanks to the 4" heels, my legs look a mile long. My miniskirt hugs a beautifully rounded ass, and I have flared hips tapering to a thin waist. My breasts stand out in perfect proportion to my hips and ass, and I say to myself, "You look like a fucking big tittied Barbie Doll!" My hair flows down to the center of my back like a waterfall of gleaming Chestnut, and I can't help but admire the way my bangs frame my expertly made up face. Jen calls out, "while you're in there, grab yourself a purse, they're in the third cabinet on the left, above my sneakers." I grab a small black clutch with gold clasp, and spot a wide black patent leather belt with a large gold hoop buckle hanging on a hook. I also spot a sky blue beret among the multiple hats, and decide to try it on. I slip into the belt, and place the beret on my head at a jaunty angle, and return to the alcove. The belt and beret look better than I imagined they would, so I strut out of the closet (yeah, even I chuckled at that line.) all proud of myself. Jennifer is fully dressed, wearing a Rust colored suede mini skirt, Cinnamon colored, low cut blouse, and 3" heeled brown ankle boots. She looks surprised and says, "Very nice, the belt makes a great addition, and I just love the beret. Jennifer pops in the closet, and returns wearing a matching black beret. I took the liberty of grabbing you're wallet. You will need your ID if we get carded tonight. Go ahead and put these into your clutch." Jen hands me a compact, lipstick, lip gloss, my perfume, wallet and a pack of Virginia Slims. I take my license, credit card, and $150 in cash out of my wallet, and slip it into "my purse," along with the things Jen gave me. I get giddy at the thought of "my own purse." I compliment Jen on her ensemble, and ask, "how the hell did you collect so much clothing? And the shoes, my gawd, you're like a mini Imelda Marcos!" Jennifer laughs at that and says, "Mistress is VERY generous with her personal slaves." As we head downstairs, she continues, "I make mid six figures as her personal assistant, have no rent or utility bills, and no car payment." "Mistress covers my meals, and most of my travel expenses, so what else is there to spend it on?" My jaw drops in disbelief. "But I thought you were a slave? Why is she paying a slave six figures, when she shouldn't have to? Shouldn't you work for free, out of devotion? I really don't understand." Susan calls to Jen over the intercom and tells her to fetch "the Jag" out of the garage, and she would be down in 10 minutes. Jen rushes off, and my question goes unanswered. I step outside to grab my battered Marine Corps Zippo out of my car, I have a little trouble with my handle, thanks to my nails, but I get the door open, without a chip. I light up a cigarette and drop the Zippo in my clutch, as I wait for Mistress, and Jennifer. As I'm standing there smoking, it hits me. Not only was I doing the whole elbow to the side, arm up, wrist bent, hand cupped, female thing, but my right arm has crossed under MY TITS, and supports my left elbow, while holding MY PURSE. In one afternoon I've been enslaved by a Dominatrix and transformed into a young woman! Chapter 3 I meet Susan in the foyer, and present myself once again. I can tell she approves by her million dollar smile, and says, "You look absolutely delightful, my pet, I adore the beret." I hold the door as Susan sets the alarm, then walk out to the Jaguar. I see her frown, as she looks at my Honda Civic, parked in the drive, but we walk past it without a word. "Why Jennifer, you're wearing a beret too. I just love love it!" Susan remarks as she climbs in the car. Susan says, "You sit up front, my dear." So I open the rear door, and wait for her to seat herself before closing the door, and attempt to climb in the front seat. It takes me three humiliating attempts before I realize I need to plant my ass first, AND THEN swing my legs in. Jennifer is laughing, and I can sense the humor in Susan's voice when she asks me where I'd like to go for dinner. "The nearest beach, so I can bury my head in the sand." I mumble, embarrassed. "Now, now, Darling, let's not hear that kind of talk, it's your first day as a woman." She pauses before saying, "I'm in the mood for Japanese, do you speak the language, my pet?" I reply, "No, Mistress, I've never lived there." As Jennifer's driving, Susan says, "Jennifer, we need to make a stop, I need some cigarettes." I watch Jennifer look back at Susan in the rear view mirror, and wink. A cold ball forms in the pit of my stomach as I realize that this is probably another test. Jennifer bypasses two empty stores before pulling into a crowded Circle K, making sure to park at the farthest space from the door, even though the three spaces to our left are empty. Susan reaches over the back of my seat, holding a $100 dollar bill, and says, "Amanda, darling, be a dear and go buy us a carton of cigarettes. Do make sure they're menthol, my pet." I take the cash, and exit the car, making sure to swing my legs out first. I take a step towards the door and feel every pair of eyes immediately fall upon me at the sound of my heels striking the ground. I hear Jennifer's amused voice call to me much louder than necessary, "Don't forget your purse, Amanda, they'll be sure to ask for your ID." I walk around to the driver's window and Jennifer's toying with my purse on the passenger seat with her right hand, far enough that I can't reach it. "Come closer, Sweetie," she says and I take a step closer and rest my left hand on the roof of the Jag. Looking up at me, I see a gleam in her eyes as she says, "Lean down here, I don't want to shout." Remembering the last time I tried to squat in this skirt, I take a step back, bend at the waist, with my knees locked together, and look at her expectantly. I know every set of eyes in the crowded lot is staring at my ass, because it's sticking straight out. The Periwinkle leather mini is stretched to it's limit, and hugging my curves like a second skin, the hem hovering right above my panties." Jen just stares into my eyes, as Susan watches this little drama unfold from the back seat. After a couple of uncomfortable minutes, I have to shift my weight from foot to foot, and can feel my ass sway from left to right. I imagine I'm putting on quite a show for my voyeurs. In a voice just as loud as before, Jennifer finally says, "You need to buy a box of Tampax Super Absorbent tampons, oh, and some Wintergreen breath mints. Remember, Tampax, not Kotex, Virginia Slims Menthol 120's, and the mints. Please hurry, we're hungry." I shoot her an evil look, and I notice Susan frown, so I smile, and say, "Yes Miss Jennifer." A little too loudly, straighten up, pivot around, and sashay into the store. Strolling into the store, I'm feeling up to the challenge. I know every pair of eyes both in and out of the store are staring at me. But don't care. I walk the isles looking for the tampons, and see every Redneck guy from the lot followed me in. I smile to myself, and think, "silly boys," as I find the tampons. Of course the super absorbent are on the bottom shelf, so I smile, and decide to give the boys a show. I bend at the waist again, only this time I start shaking my ass back and forth, in time to the music playing on the overhead speakers. When the song ends, I grab the tampons, and stand back up, flipping my hair back as I turn. I hear a wolf whistle, look up and smile my most dazzling smile. I hear, "Damn girl, I'd hit that ass all night long...Mmm Mmmph, I bet she could suck start my Harley, and did you see that?" and gift them with my most flirtatious smile as I walk up to the registers, grabbing the mints along the way. Wouldn't you know that Tina Trailer Trash, Queen of the Circle K, would be on duty? I can see the hatred, and jealousy in her beady eyes as I set my items down. She's not bad looking, if you like the bottle blonde with the black roots, hair jacked up to Jesus, chipped nail polished look. In my most feminine voice (which isn't, believe me) I ask for a carton of Virginia Slims 120's Menthol. Tina looks at me queerly for a second, and walks to the cabinet to her left, about 10 feet away. I can sense a line of guys forming up behind me, as Tina says, "Whut brand didja say?" Louder, in a not at all feminine voice I say, "Virginia Slims 120's Menthol, please." Tina looks straight at me with a vindictive look (what the fuck did I ever do to her?) and say, "we only gots the Gold Box, or the Luxury Lights in the 120's Menthol, SIR." I can feel the beads of sweat side down my back, and hear a cup full of liquid hit the floor behind me, and splash it's contents all over the floor. Quickly, I open my purse and examine my pack. "Gold Box, please," I say. Tina comes strutting back, like a prize Rooster, with the carton, and says, "I'll need to see an I'D." Sighing, I pull out my drivers license, you know, the one with the picture of ADAM on it? And hand it to her. By this time I can hear the guys behind me muttering, "what's with the queer,? Fuckin fagot!", and one particularly sarcastic voice say, "Billy's gonna hit that dude, ALL night long!" followed by, "shut the fuck up Jimmy, or I'll kill you!" Tina grabs my license with her chewed up nails, as I lower my head in shame. She makes a big Ed Nortonesque production of examining the license, and says in her, "I'll teach you to come sluttin around MY Circle K!" Voice. "I need you to look at me, ADAM, I cain't see yer face," just as Jennifer sticks her head in the door. I look up at Tina, and she says, "well now, this don't look like you atall," as she looks back and forth between my license, and face. I plead with her with my eyes, and see a look of triumph cross hers.. Jen's voice calls out, "What's the hold up, Adam, did you need help finding your tampons? You know your boyfriend is waiting!" Tina chimes in, "It appears this HOOKER, stole some poor John's wallet, and is trying to buy smokes with his I'D. I think I should call the po-lice!" My shoulders start shaking, and I'm about to start crying, when Jennifer walks through the crowd of very pissed off Rednecks. She places one hand around my shoulder to comfort me, as she slides a $50 bill across the counter towards Tina. "That won't be necessary, I'll vouch for Adam." Tina greedily snatches up the fifty, and rings up the cigarettes, tampons, and mints, and makes a show of bagging my purchases. I hand the hundred to Tina, and feel an ice cube bounce off the back of my head. Jennifer quickly picks up the bag, and tells Tina to keep the change, and we get the fuck out of there. Tina calls out, "Hey Adam, I like yew, gimme yer number." as we exit the store. We climb into the Jag, and drive to Benehana's in silence. I can feel Susan's gaze fall upon me, then Jen, but she remains silent as well. We arrive at 8:30 and Susan says, "let's take a moment to have a cigarette before we head in. If you would, Amanda." We walk to the rear of the Jag, and I pass out the cigarettes. I pull out my Zippo and light Susan's, then Jennifer's Virginia Slim, before lighting my own. I think I see a hint of disapproval on Susan's face as I put the Zippo back in my clutch, But if it was really there, it disappeared very quickly. I lean back against the Jag, and Susan raises an eyebrow so I immediately straighten up with an apologetic look in my eyes. My feet are killing me, but I know better than complain. Jennifer gives me a sympathetic look, as if remembering her first day in heels, as Susan say's, "I'll order for you, Amanda, it can be loud in there, and always remember, call me Ms Susan, never Mistress, in public. "Yes, Ms Susan," I reply, "I guess I should tell you I'm allergic to Shellfish." "Thank you for telling us, we wouldn't want to embarrass her, would we?" Jennifer says with in a sarcastic tone. We go inside and enjoy a great meal, our Chef performs the signature tricks, while flirting outrageously with Jennifer and I. We're seated with a adult family consisting of a father, mother, daughter, and son in law. At one point in the show the Chef has Jennifer lean forward to catch a Shrimp he flips, in her mouth. Jennifer has to lean so far forward, her tits almost fall out of her top. (think the Chef planned it that way?) He flips the Shrimp just a little low, and as it's flying I can see the father, and son's eyes watching intently. Of course the Shrimp goes straight down Jennifer's top, and she jumps up and does a dance to get the hot Shrimp out of her cleavage. Both mother, and daughter elbow their men in the ribs at the exact same time, and I manage a girly giggle, much to my surprise, so does Susan. The Chef then leers at me, but Susan quickly tells him I'm allergic to Seafood, so he moves on to the next trick. We enjoy our dinner and head home happy and satisfied. We arrive home, around 10:30 and Susan tells me to take my car, and follow Jen to the garage. *Note to readers, it's not easy driving a 5 speed Civic in a tight leather miniskirt and 4" heels* I park my car next to the Bentley (naturally) and join Jennifer. We knock before entering Susan's office, and she's staring at the photos again. She finally looks up, smiles, and says, "You girls look absolutely adorable tonight, let me take a picture." Susan has us stand in front of the French doors and poses us arms linked, holding hands like lovers, and takes the shot." She then says, "It's been a long day, you girls go clean up and join me in the Hot Tub in 10 minutes. Jennifer, you pour the wine." I follow Jen up to her room, and she helps me undress. I remove the Bobbi pins and take off my wig. I place the wig on a Styrofoam head, and put my clothes gently in the laundry hamper. I look at Jennifer questioningly, as I cup my tits. She shakes her head and says, "the adhesive is good for seven days, even in water. We'll remove them then." I just shrug, and accept my fate. I sigh with relief when Jen helps me with my shoes. "It will get easier, trust me. Soon enough, your feet will hurt if you don't wear heels," she says in a quiet, sympathetic voice. We remove our make up, and Jen shows me my new night time ritual of moisturizing before bed. I reach for the floral bikini, but Jen shakes her head no, and hands me a white silk kimono. She grabs her red one, and we head downstairs. It feels great being free of the gaff, and heels, and I love the silk rubbing against my nipples as we walk to the kitchen. I continue out as Jen stops to get the wine. Susan isn't here yet, so I have a cigarette while I'm waiting. Susan arrives before Jen. my heart skips a beat when she looks at me lovingly. Instinct tells me to allow her to get comfortable before I enter, so I wait. She sheds her robe, and sets it on a hook on the wall before stepping into the tub. Her body is magnificent. She has no tan lines, perky breasts, a flat stomach, buns of steel, and no pubic hair above her perfect pussy. (Dear readers, you didn't think Susan was a she-male too, did you?) She gestures to the seat on her left, so I disrobe and join her. I'm blushing furiously, because my clitty is rock hard, but Susan doesn't seem to notice either the blush, or stiffy as I enter the tub and sit down. "Closer, my pet," Susan commands, and I slide over next to her. Jennifer joins us and passes out the wine before settling in on Susan's right. I notice her clitty is as hard as mine, and subconsciously lick my lips in lust. They share a knowing look, and we settle in to enjoy the wine. Susan sets her glass down, and we follow suit. Her eyes settle on mine, and I melt. "Amanda," she says in a soft, but firm voice, "I felt you needed a little lesson in humility tonight. You're a very pretty girl, but you let it go to your head." I open my mouth to defend myself, but Susan places her finger across my lips, shutting me up, and continues in a firmer tone. "Never interrupt your owner, pet." Switching back to the less firm tone, she says, "I thought you may have learned your lesson, but I'm still sensing some competition between you and Jennifer." I remain silent and can't stop the tears welling up in my eyes. Susan looks on, unaffected by my tears, and continues, "Your challenge outside the Circle K will not be allowed, is that understood?" I softly reply, "yes Mistress." "You will never, ever challenge Jennifer again, and if you do, you WILL be dismissed, am I clear?" I lower my eyes and say, "Yes Mistress Madison." I then move over and kneel on the floor of the tub before Jennifer, and say, "I apologize for being a bad girl, and challenging your authority over me. I shall gladly accept whatever punishment you deem worthy of my infraction." Jennifer looks down at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes, that almost makes me regret my words, but remains silent. Susan says, "Good, now you girls kneel in front of me, kiss and make up." We kneel in front of our Mistress, and I make sure to remain lower and look up at Jennifer. Jennifer wraps her hands around the back of my head and pulls me in. She brings her lips within millimeters of my right ear and whispers, "I love a good challenge, bitch." She then locks her lips onto mine in another passion filled kiss, while keeping her eyes laser locked on mine. Mistress holds her arms out and we settle into her embrace. I rest my head on her left shoulder, Jennifer does the same on her right. Susan tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and sighs in contentment as her left hand absently fondles my left nipple, teasing and pinching it to erection. I moan softly, as I watch Susan's nails tease Jennifer. We enjoy the heat of the tub for 10 more minutes before Susan speaks. "Time for bed, girls, we have a very long day ahead of us tomorrow." We towel off, and walk naked, hand in hand up the stairs. We stop in front of Jen's room, and Susan gives each of us a passionate kiss goodnight, before going to her room. Jennifer says, "you'll be sharing my bed until your room is ready." We enter her room , and she goes to the closet, returning with 2 baby doll and pantie sets. She hands me the soft pink baby doll with matching hi cut cotton pantie, and keeps the baby blue set for herself. We slip into our sleep wear, and crawl into bed. We lay there, staring into each others eyes for a few moments. I'm not sure who made the first move, but we find ourselves locked in a tender, but passionate kiss. She finally breaks the kiss, rolls over, and turns out the light. I roll on to my side, with my back to Jen, and feel her arm slip around me, and her lips nuzzle the back of my neck as she presses up against my back. My eyes open wide for a second, and I softly say "oh!" as I realize that her erection is pressing against my ass...I fall asleep with a smile on my face.