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Turn Towards The Dark By?Lauren?Westley Authoress note: All disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. These are just stories although some of the events mentioned really happened to me. As life goes on the motivation of being forced fem never fades instead the curtain closes. Thanks?to?all?my readers. Also, these are stories of humiliation and degradation and aren't for most people. So if the subject bothers you don't read this. I do enjoy those of you who have written to say you enjoy them.?Lauren?Westley ([email protected]). Chapter 1 The Beginning The beginning of any journey seems to start innocuously. And so did this journey. I was 18 years old and my best friend Don was just a few months older then I. We had grown up together in a tough city at the time, New York. Both Don and I were skinny teens although I was about five inches shorter then Don. He was six foot tall. Don had a black trimmed short but still a bit scruffy beard covering his acne- pockmarked face. He was a weightlifter where I was a swimmer. Although he was skinny he had large biceps, a slender waist and a hairy chest. I on the other hand had perfectly smooth skin with the body of an average swimmer. I also had no hair on my legs or arms since we had to shave everything off except our head and crotch. Though I had shaved my crotch too since I thought it probably slowed me down and being average on the team I needed ever advantage possible. Neither of us had any problem getting dates. As a matter of fact I tended to get the more glamorous girls since they went for my baby face. But Don did just fine too. There's no doubt, although we were equals, Don was the more aggressive risk taker. He bought his motorcycle long before he convinced me to have one. Don was the one who would go through a woman's panty drawer sniffing away like a bloodhound if given half a chance. Any party we went to I knew where to find Don. Don introduced me to pot and porn. One evening we were sitting on my bed in my room watching TV. The bed was perpendicular to the TV on the other side and we used it like a couch since I had a bolster and my sleeping pillows so we could lie back and watch TV. My parents were out for dinner and a movie. And like many nights in the past we were watching some simple G rated TV show when some very curvaceous blond was suddenly in a provocative scene. By provocative in TV Land in those days was simply a skirt a bit above the knees and a little cleavage showing. "Hey she's pretty sexy don't you think?" Tom queried. Of course she was and she would be in this scene for the next fifteen minutes or so during which time the following occurred. From the corner of my eyes I could see Don rubbing his crotch a bit and although I had never had thoughts of being with a man still found myself slightly aroused mentally. After a few minutes he asked if I minded if he pulled it out and stroked it. Whatever it was inside me at that moment saying, 'Yes' was also the turn to the dark. Now with both of us lying back it was quite easy to catch a glimpse. Actually it was nearly impossible not to. He unzipped his pants and I sort of watched him with my other eye on the TV and my face forward so he wouldn't think I was looking. I had seen his cock when we took showers at the gym but I had never seen him with an erection. Actually I had never seen another man with an erection outside of a porn flick. "You sure you don't mind?" Don asked again. "No it's ok," I answered and to this day wonder if Don could hear the dryness in my throat and the bit of nervous stutter as I answered. The blond in the TV show was doing some house chores as various men came in the front door or his husband down the stairs. We didn't have the volume up like they do now and with everything else happening I can't remember the dialogue. For all I know the show was "Bewitched," but of course I don't remember. However, Don's cock began to grow and I couldn't help but glance at it hoping he didn't notice. Every guy knows his cock size. No matter how many times I had measured my own erection it could never push over the five inches on the ruler. And though I said it was five inches it was probably more between four and four and a half. But Don's was big like the porno flick cocks. Eventually I'd learn it was seven and a half inches. It was also quite magnificent to see a hard on like his. "Hey Michael," Don said as he turned towards me, "you can look if you want. It's ok." I wasn't sure what to do but I also felt jittery inside and as I turned to look so Don wouldn't think I was afraid my own cock started to tent my pants. "Pull it out," Don encouraged Not sure what to do and realizing it would be weird to do anything but unzip I reached down to my zipper while I tried to explain to Don I was much smaller then him. Why I felt that was necessary I have no clue. Don said in a gentle voice, "you have a nice cock," and he looked straight at my cock his beard covering whatever his face was trying to say as well. This was all happening so quickly. The blond was still on the TV and later in life I realized that less then seven minutes had probably passed at this point but for me time had stood still. I was semi hard but my dick wasn't straight up like Don. Actually it was a bit humiliating for me to realize the difference in our two cocks. "Would you like to touch mine," Don suggested. It was hypnotic the way his suggestion crawled over my mind and before I knew it I was touching his prick. I am circumcised but Don isn't. His cock felt so much thicker as my fingers wrapped around his head. I knew with my hard on where my finger touched but with him there was much more girth. Also I was amazed when I had first glimpsed his foreskin and then it spread out as his cock hardened. Of course I had seen him pee through his sheath before and I knew what could happen to an uncircumcised cock erecting. But, for some reason it seemed more masculine to be uncircumcised at that moment in time.. I was sitting there turned and looking at his cock. Don had unzipped his pants, unbuttoned and slid them down with his whitey-tighties pulled down a bit and his mass of pubic hair crowning the top of his cock. His balls were still covered. "Mike would you like to taste it," Don coaxed. I was already falling off the cliff of civilized morality and heard my voice answering and soon after I was between his legs looking straight at his cock. I hesitated. Don simply suggested I give it a lick. "You won't cum in my mouth, promise?" I asked. "No way," he said. I licked the head of his cock and at that second my own cock got harder then it had ever been. I was glad Don couldn't see it. Also it didn't seem to taste so bad "Suck it," Don coaxed. It wasn't a demand; it was more of an invitation. "Don't cum in my mouth," I said just before my lips encircled his cock head. Don assured me he wouldn't and I started sucking his cock. His hands were behind my head with his fingers wrapped tightly together. I sucked. "Careful with your teeth," he admonished. I was more careful. I was slipping into submission but suddenly before I could say a word or pull away Don pulled my head forward with his hands holding my head from moving and he spurted his pre-cum all over the back of my throat. I tried to pull back but to not avail and before I could really fight back he had shot his load all over my tongue and the inside of my mouth. I could taste his cum. It didn't taste bad but I had revulsion nonetheless. Also I wondered if I had actually wanted his cum since I felt it was my fault as well since I had sucked him off. Moments later Don pulled out of my mouth and handed me some tissues from the night table apologizing the whole time. "I'm sorry Mike. I couldn't stop. It was too powerful and your lips so sexy," as he handed me the tissues. I spit is cum into the tissues but it was such a big load coupled with my spit it spilled over onto my thumb and dripped on my fingers. I rushed off to the bathroom flushing the tissues down the toilet, brushed my teeth with a ton of toothpaste and washed my fingers. I was still sporting a hard-on so I closed the door and sat on the toilet jerking myself off. My whole thought till I came was sucking Don's cock and having his cum in my mouth. I was both horrified and obviously satisfied since I did shoot my load. Cleaning up I returned to the bedroom "Oh, you jerked yourself off," Don stated. "You said you wouldn't come in my mouth," I replied And so I started my descent down, down, down turning towards the dark. Chapter 2. Three Weeks Later: Don and I didn't discuss what had happened we just went about things as they were before. We had gone to a movie, watched some football and laughed about life, love and our future. It was a Saturday afternoon and we were at Don's house watching a college game. I think it was the U. of Michigan versus Michigan State but I'm not sure. It was late in the fourth quarter and one of the teams was down by 10 points. I don't even think there was 5 minutes left on the clock and I can't remember if they both had a time out or not. Don turned to me and said, "Want to bet Michigan (whichever was behind) will win?" I said, "Sure." We shook hands sealing the bet when I realized I didn't know what we were playing for. "Don, what are the stakes?" I asked. Don looked me in the eye saying, "You give me a great blowjob wearing lipstick." And without a blink since I was sure I would win I asked, "And what do I get when you lose?" "A hundred dollars," Don replied. Now a hundred dollars back then was an awful lot of money for someone eighteen. I knew Don could pay since his family had much more money then mine. And although I didn't want to give him a blowjob this seemed like a sure bet in my favor. My team had the other team on their two- yard line and a second down. The clock was ticking down. "Done," I said. In the next four minutes the other team managed a ninety-eight yard touchdown, the field goal and then an offside kick, which they recovered. Now with less then eight seconds on the clock and six yards from winning one team called a time out. Don took out a tube of lipstick and put it on the table that separated the two BarcaLoungers we were sitting in watching the game. "Want to put the lipstick on now," Don taunted. And of course the team scored the touchdown. "Why don't you go into the bathroom so you can use the mirror and put on the lipstick while I get something," Don said. Although I was apprehensive the dryness in my mouth and the tingling all over my skin also was creating a pleasure sensation thought. I wondered about why I felt this way as I wandered off to the bathroom with the lipstick. "Mike, the lipstick belongs to sis," Don called out as I closed the bathroom door. Sis is one of Don's three sisters. There is Donna, Cissy and Pamela. Don is a middle child. All three of his sisters were 'hot.' (And that is not a typo. Her name is Cissy and Don would just call her Sis. I hesitated as I looked in the mirror and even though I knew his Mom and sisters were out at some chick flick and his Dad was away on business I still called out, "You sure we can do this. I mean what if you Mom and sisters come home." "Not to worry about it Mike. The movie started less then an hour ago and then they are going out for dinner. Hurry up and pay off your bet," he shouted. With the lipstick in my hand I took off the top and it was a bright pink color. The same color Sis always wore. I looked in the mirror with my blue eyes staring back at me as if to say, "Who are you?" My brown boy cut hair topped my tanned face and I started to apply the lipstick to my lips. Now I have puckered lips. Not thin line nor were they enormous but as the lipstick began to cover them I though the looked like lips that should suck cock. You probably won't believe this I did not think anything I was doing was gay. Instead to me it was experimental and the feeling I was getting was like experimenting with ice cream. ---Shockingly and pleasureful------ And although my application was good there were faults where it had not fit exactly inside my lip outline. I used a piece of toilet paper to fix it but it seemed no matter what I did it remained imperfect. "Come on out," Don called out. Turning the bathroom door handle I tried to swallow but my mouth was still so dry. I stopped and reached for the faucet and cupped my hand over the spout. The cold water filled my palm and I lifted the water to my painted lips and into the desert beyond. A few swigs of water and a bit of courage I exited the bathroom Don was standing there with a big grin on his face his pants had been dropped to the floor and his underpants sitting inside them with his socks poking up through the clothes. My eyes took in the whole sight of his hairy legs to his semi-hard cock. It was big enough to hang in a near upside down horseshoe shape and not hard enough to push the foreskin back. "Come kneel," Don instructed. "Yeah the lipstick looks great. I'll think of you as a girl as you suck my cock," he said. I knelt down with his prick facing the pink hole it would penetrate shortly. "Lick the tip," Don said. A bit of me wanted this. That was obvious since I had beaten off a few times with a glimpse before orgasm of the first time I sucked his cock. My tongue parted my lips and licked his foreskin. "Lick my balls," Don said. At this point I was Don's cocksucker and I licked his hairy balls. He had his hands in my hair and started to pull me back a bit. I could see his cock starting to harden and the head pushing the foreskin open like a snake molting. "Put my cock in your mouth Michelle," Don said. I had his cock in my mouth before the word Michelle registered. "When you suck my cock you'll be Michelle and I'll be Dom," Don said. I was sucking him. "And when I cum you will swallow every drop or I'll spank your ass Michelle," Dom said. My mind was turning toward the dark and the enjoyment of submission enveloped all my senses. I didn't say anything. I just sucked his cock as Michelle. I thought of myself as Michelle. With my eyes closed I was Michelle. Suddenly I felt his hand on my throat and I started gagging. He was pushing his cock past my gag reflex. I tried to pull back but Dom controlled my movements. He let me gasp for air and spit up phlegm. I thought I was going to throw up. "In time Michelle you will be the best deep throat girl in town," Dom said as he pushed back deeply into my throat. I was choking but also I was feeling what it was like to have someone dominate what you did. I didn't fight back except when I was choking and that was reflex. Dom sensed the reflex and would pull out giving me a moment before he continued. "Keep your mouth wide open Michelle," Dom said. With nothing but obedience directing me at this point I did what he said. He pummeled my mouth and throat gliding his cock on my tongue. Pushing his cock against my inner cheek. Sliding his cock deep into my throat. And then I heard a sound from him that I knew was the edge. "Ahhhhhh....," he moaned at the same time his sperm started shooting onto the back of my throat. He kept his one hand on my throat but the other he removed from my head and then I felt him pinch my nose closed. A moment later is cum slithered down my throat in a reflexive swallow. Dom left his cock in my mouth for a while and then pulled out. "Good girl," Dom said. My eyes had tears from the choking. My brain had synapses throwing electrical currents in all directions. Through my tears I looked up and saw a blurred vision of dominance. "From now on when I want you Michelle you will be my call girl. You know you are enjoying this and I will take you to sexual heights you can't imagine. Unless you are fucking a girl you must not masturbate without permission from me," Dom said. "What do you say Michelle," his strong baritone voice stamped the words down to my brain. I was lost in this new world. I wanted it. I liked it. I was deeply afraid of it but I answered, "Yes Don." "Michelle when we are in the sexual part of our friendship you will address me as Dom, not Don. Also you are to think of yourself as a girl. No boy thoughts. This way we can have our fun and you can also enjoy your manliness when you are out with a girl. Do you agree? "Yes Dom," my voice skipping a beat as I said those words. Dom's salty cum flooded my taste buds. "Okay, now go clean up and come back as Mike," Don said. Chapter Three The In-Between Time For nearly two months I gave Don blowjobs. Swallowing his cum often wearing lipstick and once even his sisters' panty and bra. I was Michelle during those times and Michael when we went to the movies. Then Don went off to his college and I went off to mine. My college was in our hometown. His was half a country away. My parents had a reversal of fortune and as such lost the house and savings. They moved to Florida but to me Florida was 'old people.' I couldn't continue to go to college. My grades weren't very good anyhow. So I decided to skip town and go somewhere new. Somewhere a plane ticket was cheap and there were plenty of jobs. I went to Las Vegas. Back then Vegas were growing faster then a spring bean chute but what I didn't know was it was the end of a boom. In one way I was lucky I found a job just before there weren't any to be found for someone like me. It was a crappy job. Mopping floors and washing dishes but I was able to pay for a cheap apartment and it was better then if I had stayed east. I'd have been mortified to be this poor in a town where those my age would have shunned and ridiculed me. Here, at least, I was who people thought I was. Someone said what happened to my family was the beginning of the end, Sub-prime or something. You may think washing dishes meant scrubbing in the sink. Actually the real dishwasher washed most of the dishes, an industrial Hobart dishwasher. It had two doors and a roller track in and out. The dishes were stacked in the rack and then when one load was done it came out hot and clean and ready to put away. Since I mopped the floors I didn't have to help wash the pots except when we were light-handed. I was even skinnier from the workload and scrimping on money so I could go out once in a while for a drink or a movie. After nearly two years of doing this the poor economy led to less customers and more work with the same pay. I didn't complain but things were about to change drastically. It's funny how life changes stack themselves up together like a coin landing on heads several times in a row. It was a cold Las Vegas Friday night when I stopped at the Chinese restaurant for take-out. A taste treat I rarely afforded myself, beef, scallions and red spicy pepper sauce. While I waited for my order I picked up one of those free newspapers they had near the register. The ones that tell you all the great places to eat as long as those restaurants advertise in the paper. The personal ads, massage parlors and in Vegas the special stripper clubs. That's when I saw the full-page ad. There was Don's picture in the top right and the names of five stripper clubs that belonged to him. He seemed to have created one for every age group but when I looked closer they were all under one roof. How clever he had created something for everyone. There was the Wildcat Lounge, the Lynx Lounge, the Puma Lounge, the Cougar Lounge and the XXX Private Club. I took the paper home and thought back to the days when I was Michelle. They were easier times and it appeared Don was living big and easy now. Saturday afternoon I was home with the rent due in a week when I saw an envelope that had been slid under my door. It wasn't from the rental agent. I paid cash each month in advance. My next check with what I had saved would take care of the $400 I paid a month. I lived in a studio with no view, an old bathroom and a simple efficiency kitchen. The white envelope cantilevered out from my thumb and forefinger grip on the corner. In very poor penmanship was my name, Michael. It wasn't totally sealed. When I turned it over it was obvious someone must have only licked the V-shape in the middle. With the east of a finger the flap opened and I pulled out a single white sheet of paper with the following written on it. "Michael - I am so sorry but the restaurant was taken over by the bank last night. There is nothing left and Gibble's is closed. Mr. Gibble." So there I was with only $200 and no job. No prospect until I looked down at the paper and saw Don's face in the ad almost asking me to come see him. I looked at the address and then checked the bus route. I was sure Don would have something for me to do. By five pm I was at the red and black-carpeted staircase leading upstairs to Don's office. What was so strange to me was each club had it's own entrance similar to a movie theater where you have an outer set of doors and an inner set leading into the club. The outer doors were glass and the inner ones were covered with padded dark red vinyl and those half round dark bronze colored tacks forming a sort of pillow like multi-diamond shape doors. After having gone to the wrong club I was told Don's office was where XXX Private Club entrance was. And of course the club was located on the alley side of the building and had just one dark black door with no sign. But once I walked in the lobby was the same as the others except for the staircase on the left. I told the bouncer guard I was an old friend of Don's. He only asked me my name and then he took out his cell phone and pressed a button. When the guard put the cell phone to his ear it accented how big he was. He looked like a defensive end ten years after he had stopped playing or a boxer. "Michael Nelson for Mr. Packard," he said into the phone and then clicked it closed. About a minute or a beautiful woman in a full length skin tight and slit on the side dress walked model like in her heels down the stairs and the guard moved to the side as she motioned for me to follow her. By the time I had gotten to the top of the steps she was down a hallway holding a door open and signaling me to enter. Her eyes were the same color as mine I noticed as I reached her. They were striking steel green. Not many people had eyes like that. You'd see movie stars with steel blue but steel green was rare. She motioned me to walk through the doorway and I thought she would follow but instead she closed the door and I heard the magnetic lock behind me. The hallway was fairly wide with black walls and black carpet. On the walls were framed photographs with each piece of art lit by a single light forming a perfect rectangle or square depending on the dimension of the photograph. No light shone on the wall behind. It was quite dramatic. As I walked down the hall I noticed one photograph and recognized it as a famous piece by Ansel Adams. It was then I knew this was an important collection and Don was probably very rich. At the end of the hall was a small living room waiting area. It was so odd here we were in the winter in Vegas with the temperature in the 50's and yet he had a gas fireplace pushing out heat and the air conditioner push cold from above. The room was elegantly furnishing with a single painting above the fireplace. I had been to the Hirshhorn Museum in Washington just five years before and this painting seemed to resemble a de Kooning. I sat down on the leather sofa and waited. I was still carrying the newspaper with me and instead of looking at the magazines on the coffee table I fidgeted through the cheap paper in my hands. "Hi Mike," I heard Don say before I realized a door had opened silently and he had walked into the room. "Hey Don," I replied. I was wearing cheap clothes compared to the beautiful suit he was sporting with a crisp white shirt and a beautiful tie. Don sat down on the chair facing the sofa and asked me how I was and some other small talk then he smiled and asked, "What brings you here?" I told him my whole story and how broke I was and I needed a job. I told him about my rent. "Well, I have one opening that may be perfect for you but I'm just on my way home so why don't you come with me and we'll talk there," he said. A few minutes later we were cruising in his yellow Lamborghini headed to his home, which ended up being about 20 miles from his club. It was a gated driveway and the house sat in the foothills. We drove around the circle to the front door and went inside his magnificent modern home. "Wow Don you sure have succeeded," I said. He smiled and walked me around through the halls and rooms until we came to a small room at the end of what appeared to be a service hall. Chapter 4 The Deal "This what I have to offer you Michelle," Don said, "I need to do light house cleaning when the staff is gone and more importantly someone to give me a good blowjob when I want one. You are still the best blowjob I've ever had. If you take this job the following will happen your past will end and you'll become Michelle. You will always be in female attire and will learn all that is necessary to look and perform your functions. For this you will receive a check for $250,000 two years from today. Take it or I'll drive you back to town and drop you off at your apartment." Two years I thought, blowjobs, feminine housekeeper extraordinaire. It would be so much nicer then the world I was living in. And, I had given Don many blowjobs before. It didn't take me long. "Yes, I'll take the job Don, " I answered "From now on you will address me as Mr. Dom and you will think of yourself only as a woman," Don said without adding anything except his gaze into my eyes. His eyes were dark brown so you couldn't see his soul. "Yes Mr. Dom," I answered. "Good, now go take a bath, use the depilatory cream and the razor. Keep a little pussy patch over your cockette but otherwise you should be as smooth as silk. You'll find clothing in the closet that will fit you. Put all your clothes in this bag." He pointed to a paper bag on the bed. "And your address and keys on top. I'll have my men get all your things and pay your bills off." Then he turned walked out of the room. I walked around the room. There was a nice single bed with a pink- boarded patchwork quilt and in the white center of each quilt was a different small hand sewn item. One had a thimble. Another had a cat. There was one with a rose in the center. Opening up the closet I saw nothing on the hangers. They were all empty. I wondered what Dom had meant. Did he want me to walk around naked? Yikes! There was also a built in chest with 5 drawers to the right. I opened the top one. There was only a pair of pink stockings. The next drawer had a single pair of pink panties and a matching garter belt. The next drawer had a pink matching bra. The next two drawers were empty. On the left side of the closet there was a shoe rack. Only one of the boxes had shoes a pair of 4 inch matching pink heels. I walked into the bathroom. I was amazed it was as big as the room. There was a beautiful tub with a window looking out on to a Japanese garden. A vanity table was on the opposite wall from the sink. All the walls were mirrored and the lighting was amazing. On the vanity table was a pair of clip on pearl earrings, a double strand of pearls, a lipstick and a note. "Welcome Michelle. I always knew you'd come home. Dom" Since Don, oops Mr. Dom had said for me to think like a girl I decided to take a bubble bath. When I got out of the tub I not only smelled good I was silken Making the little patch was a bit difficult over my, as he called it, cockette but I had managed to make a small landing strip. What amazed me was when I began to slide the stockings up my legs it felt so good; an amazing sexy feeling. When I looked in the full-length mirror my legs looked incredibly shapely. If you didn't see the cock or the lack of breasts I was very feminine looking. I had never really noticed this before but there it was. Oh my hair was such a boy cut. The bra took a bit to get on. I finally rotated the bra so the hooks were in the front and then rotated it back. Fortunately it was without straps. I wondered what would I do with a bra like that. Pulling the satin panties up over my stockings and finally around my behind and balls felt as wonderful as putting the stockings on. I was ashamed I enjoyed this dressing up. However the bra was a kind that would push up breasts I didn't have. It looked a bit funny. I went back to the closet and found in the same draw as the bra two gel-like breast forms that fit perfectly. Oh yes, I was turning to the dark side and enjoying it. An hour later I was dressed in the bare necessities. I was amazed everything fit my frame and the note from Dom. What did it mean? He must have had someone get this ready while we traveled from his office. I mean he didn't need much. Was the note in his writing? With my brown hair brushed back and no hair on my arms or legs (I wasn't putting that cream on my privates) the earrings clipped to my lobes, lipstick pink, bra pink, panties, garter, stockings, shoes pink. I stood like a pink pussy. It was very hard to walk in the high heels so I went slowly. If I put one foot forward and then pulled the other around in small steps it seemed easier. I wandered around the house wondering where Dom was. I didn't feel I should call out. It didn't seem my place now. Outside was a beautiful swimming pool. What a great place. I could do this. What's a few bj's over two years versus mopping floors? "Michelle," Dom called from somewhere outside the kitchen. I scuffled along with my heels clicking hoping I was going in the right direction. "Mr. Dom where are you?" I asked. "Here" And then he was there in front of me. His magnificent cock was hanging out of his pants. "On your knees girl and give me a classic Michelle bj," he said. And like a few years earlier I licked his foreskin and watched his cock harden pushing the head through the foreskin like those inside the Trojan horse. Then taking him into my warm mouth sucking him as he pumped my face. This time he didn't throat fuck me. Instead when he was ready to cum he pulled his dick out and squirted on my face one load in my left eye and a thick string over my nose. Dom looked into my cum covered eyes saying, "There is much you have to learn Michelle." He smiled gently. It was the first time in a long time I felt wanted. I felt safe. I would be his Michelle. I stayed on my knees as he turned to leave and watched him walk away. Now I was alone with my new life starting right now except what I didn't know was how far I would eventually turn to the dark side. Chapter 5 One Month Later I am extremely happy although life has been a bit strange and getting use to. Turns out all I have to wear are the same outfit I wore the first day except they are in different colors, cuts and manufactures. It's odd wearing panties, bra, stockings, garter and heels all day around the house except for the time I have to put on a bikini and go tan outside. Yes that's part of what is expected of me. To sit by the pool slathered in suntan lotion creating a dark tan except for under the bikini. There everything is baby white. Hildee came by. She's a mute older woman who has been given several tasks to help me learn. Dom informed me I was to do whatever Hildee said including hairstyle both above and below. Apparently her former profession use to be a stylist. I don't have any say with what she does and the first thing she did was to bleach my hair blond. While the bleach was setting she had me pull down my panties and proceeded to wax my pubes till I was crying and all that was left was a small landing strip that she then used something to make it blond too. She lightened my eyebrows and reshaped them for a more feminine look. My eyelashes have grown much longer from some sort of mascara called Latisse. I've had my ears pierced and finally I don't have to wear little gold studs but instead can wear real earrings. Hildee has taught me how to apply makeup and I've studied colors on the iPad Dom gave me. I don't have Internet access and everything on the iPad has been put there. All the learning videos and the only entertainment videos I have are pictures of cocks shooting cum. Most are cocks cumming on the camera lens, which while I'm watching seems to be shooting on face and in my mouth. Some are from other perspectives but they are rare. One shows a woman with her mouth open as ten men shoot their load into her wide-open mouth. It's weird how the guys try to shoot into her mouth but some shoot gobs that actually fly up and land in her hair. Some shoot sprays that splatter her face. One shot right into her mouth with his precum and then several big snot looking gobs dropped off his cock into her mouth with some landing on her bottom lip and then like drool run down her chin and falling out of camera range but I imagine they either land on her tits or her pussy. I've taken walking lessons and practiced in my high heels so much they are now natural. Well at least for a while and then my feet are killing me. My calves hurt too. I did worry that Dom was going to want to put his cock in my ass but he hasn't and I am relieved. I don't know if I could do that. Though living here is simply wonderful. Chapter 6 Another Month Goes By It's amazing how I fell off one submissive ledge to the next one, which was a great deal lower. Dom called me in the other day to talk. Once again I was wearing the same articles of clothing, Lingerie and Heels. My sky blue panties were smaller then my bikini so my tan lines showed and the same for the matching bra. When I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself I saw a girl. But as a girl I didn't like my tan lines showing in such a haphazard way. It would have been better to either be naked or fully clothed. As I stood in front of Dom he held my thigh in his hand. His thumb was on my inner thigh and the palm over the front. My crotch felt warm from the touch. Not once during these two months had he done that. Oh, and as you probably figured out, Dom had plenty of people to do housework, gardening etc. None of them spoke English nor did they pay any attention to me. I think his driver lives above the garage but I never see him and the help leave at 5pm everyday so most evenings I'm alone with little to do but think girlie stuff. Hildee was the only one I made contact with and she was mute. My hair has grown long enough that Hildee was able to style it even more femininely. I even wear it in a ponytail at times. "Do you like being a girl?" Dom asked. It was so easy to answer, "Yes Mr. Dom." I must have said it a thousand times by now but I also meant it. "There are three changes going forward. First, since all traces of your past are gone and I've managed to get you legally named as Michelle Submissive. That's your name Michelle Submissive." Dom said, as he took out some very legal looking documents and showed me. "At the end of your two year stay we will reverse all this but here is the next thing you must do." He hand me another piece of paper with large letters at the top saying, "Slave Trade." And also another document which in summary stated that for services rendered Michelle Submissive would receive $250,000 on a date some 22 months from now. The slave papers simply stated me as property of Dom. I sort of laughed inside about them since there were no way they were a legal document in the United States whereas the quarter million was definitely a legal document. So without complaint I signed both documents. "Next," Dom said as he opened a box, "kneel in front of me." Well I could role-play this. I was already rp'ing a girl how hard would it be to rp a slave girl. I kneeled. Dom showed me a metal collar that appeared to be made out of stainless steel or something. It had a plaque on the front with small letters spelling "Slave Michelle." Then there were three bands on either side of the plaque with two spaces between them, similar to a fork but flat. The two curves on either side of the front plaque hinged on each end of the plaque and tapered as they came to a locking mechanism. Dom put the collar on my and I heard it snap shut. Then he pulled out a leash and clipped on the back. "You will always wear the collar but sometimes you will wear the lead too," he said and unclipped it. What's odd was this excited me. I was turning to the dark with a smile on my face. "And one last thing today," Dom said as he called Sam his black bodyguard into the room. "Sam will be in charge of you when I'm not here. He can order you to do something and you must oblige. He can also spank your ass for any infractions or bad behavior. You do not have to give Sam blowjobs but you may if you want. However you will have to ask him since he is not allowed to ask you." I was speechless. I had gone so far that turning back wasn't possible. But there was one more request by Dom. "Here," he handed me a bottle of pills, "I would like you to take one everyday." "What are they?" I asked. "You'll earn an extra $50,000 for doing this," he replied Now of course I wasn't going to take any pills without knowing what they'd do but at the same time if it wasn't too bad, hey in ounce, in for a pound. "So what do the pills do?" I asked again. "They will balance your hormonal level and you will see your breasts swell into pretty titties within three months. However at the end of two years you can stop taking them and your chest will return to the one Michael had within two weeks. Will you do that for me?" Dom said sweetly as he looked into my eyes. I loved being Michelle and I didn't want to go back to nothing. There were only 18 months left and a quarter of a million dollars at the end of that dark foreboding rainbow. And now an extra $50,000, I thought. Heck I was already pledged to being a girl and sucking his cock if titties would make him happier and me richer why not? "Yes Dom," I answered. Chapter 7 The Next Six Months Many new things have happened these past months. Sam started coming around more often during the day while Dom was at work. At first his requests seemed innocent. "Hey girl, while you're in the kitchen bring the SamMan a coca cola?" he would ask. Simple, I was already in the kitchen and so I brought him his coke. However he admonished me when I handed it to him saying, "girl put it on a tray, K?" I said 'sure,' and that was when he told me I was to address him as Mr. SamMan and he reminded me Dom had given him permission to spank me for any infractions. Now SamMan was a big man compared to me. With my nails having grown out my hand looked like a medium feminine hand next to his very large hand. And his fingers were thick. Things went pretty well for about a month. He hadn't needed to spank me since I was doing as I was told. Each instruction I followed and he gave me a chance after I'd make a mistake but when I tripped on the carpet and spilled his beer he said it was time. I was wearing the same pink lingerie I wore the first day. "Girl, I think you need a spanking?" he asked rhetorically. But I was so scared and by this time so submissive I actually answered 'yes.' "How many swats on your ass do you think you deserve?" he asked me as I stood in front of him and his hand touching my panty-clad ass. I looked at him with my sea-green eyes and now shoulder length blond styled hair. "Ten Mr. SamMan," I answered hopefully. "Girl, when I ask you for a number try to pick one higher then I was thinking. That way I'll subtract the overage by the difference. However, chose low I will subtract that number and multiply the remainder by two and add back the first number," Sam said. Then he had me bend over in front of him with my hands folded over each other and up towards my crotch as if I was being prurient. "I was thinking twenty-five girl (he always called me girl) and so the dif is fifteen times two makes thirty plus the ten equals forty swats," Sam said. "I don't care if you cry or sob but don't you dare touch your ass or stand up till I tell you to. Do you understand?" I was shaking with fear of the spanking. I hadn't been spanked since I was a kid and never as a girl. Sam rubbed my ass as he waited for my reply. "Yes Mr. SamMan," I mumbled nervously. Whack; Whack his big hand smacking one cheek and then the other. He stopped at ten and I started to bring my hands instinctively towards my ass. "Don't do it girl or we'll start from one," Sam admonished. He was letting his whacks sink in before he went on. Letting the heat rise. Then he continued with ten more. He slapped my ass a bit harder then the first ten. After each whack I'd almost topple and then I had to make sure I was in position with my ass sticking out since I knew he meant it that he'd start over if I fell down. Again Sam waited saying, "we're halfway there girl." My ass was screaming for ice as my cheeks burned. And then ten more. Whack! Whack! Whack! - Till I was almost in tears. I'm not sure why I was whimpering but something in me figured I'd better not scream and I think the hormones were kicking in. "Ok girl, just ten more and then I want you to curtsy and thank me. This will be every time I need to help you learn. Then go get me a glass of water," SamMan said. I almost reached back again to rub my ass but managed not to. Sam said for me to never touch my ass in public unless I was told to. My cheeks were wet from the teardrops falling out of my eyes. Besides the stinging on my ass there was also a feeling of humiliation as I stood there. Before I was really just Dom's bj girl. He finished and I turned to him remembering what he said. While a teardrop rolled down onto my pink lips and into my mouth as I uttered these words, "Thank You Mr. SamMan." "Good girl, now go fetch me a glass of water," Sam said. My ass burned so much I waddled into the kitchen with the tray and worried I would spill the water on the way back but I didn't. This was a period where I turned into the hallway just before the door to the dark. I did grow breasts with quarter size aureoles. The weird thing was when I would beat off. It started to happen after a particular occurrence with Sam. And although I still sucked Dom off regularly more seemed to be happening with Sam. A few weeks after my first spanking Sam had me make him a sandwich. I put to much mayonnaise on it and he decided a spanking was in order. I was wearing a little black number. The bra was very sheer and my tiny breasts pushed a little into bra. I was no longer completely flat- cheated. Other changes had taken place too. My nipples seemed more sensitive when I bathed. Sam had come up with the magic forty whacks again. I so didn't want my ass to be as sore as it was those weeks before. I couldn't sit for nearly a day. Also I cried when I was alone. So, I asked Sam if there was some other way for me to make up for my mistake. "And what way would that be girl?" he asked. He was sitting there with his legs apart. I could see his bulge and knew he was aroused. I figured if he would trade the spanking for a blowjob I'd be better off. "Would you like me to suck your cock Mr. SamMan?" I asked. Sam looked at me and smiled, "And what will you do with my wad girl?" I knew I was committed then and simply answered, "I'd swallow it Mr. SamMan." So we traded the spanking for a blowjob and I got in between his knees and unzipped his fly. He was about the same size as Dom but a bit thicker. Also he was circumcised. As I licked his shaft and then started to suck him off he reached his hands down and found my breasts. He played with them through the bra rubbing my aureoles and pinching my nipples. I felt my breast get bigger and I also felt my penis stir in my panties. I was simply amazed. When he shot his load in my mouth I wanted him to play with my privates but of course I didn't ask. I swallowed and got up. "Aw, girl is aroused. Rub your pussy girl and make yourself cum," he said. And I did. I was so aroused that just rubbing myself through the satin panties I shot a small load of my cum. "That's my girl. You've found your g-spot," he said. My life, who I am, was spiraling down, down, down into the dark. Seems Sam was around more and more with things for me to do. There was a typical men's club bar in one room. You know all the wood, pool table, bar and also a stripper pole. Sam had me learn how to use the pole, in my whole outfit of course. There was a large screen with video of what to do and how to strengthen oneself. At first I slipped but the floor was padded. Over time I got better and better. After 3 months with an hour workout a day I could dance around the pole as good as any amateur. I enjoyed the exercise and if you haven't tried it a stripper pole can be fun. Sometimes Sam would come watch me saying things like, "Girl make love to the pole as if it was a man's cock." Another motivation were the times he'd spank me when I did something wrong on the pole when he was watching. And once he made me work out on the pole after spanking my ass for several mistakes. Near the end of the six months I was on the stripper pole when Sam came into the bar with four guys. I was a bit worried since I was already asking Sam every week if I could suck him off instead of a spanking. And the last few weeks Dom hadn't even come home. I'd only sucked two men and that's all I had done. Now there were four unknown black men in the room watching me dance. Of course I missed one of my steps badly because of nerves and Sam called me over. "Girl, explain to the men what happens when you make a mistake?" Sam asked. "Mr. SamMan makes me guess the number he is thinking. If I underestimate then that is added to the number," I answered. Mr. SamMan motioned me to come over to him. I was wearing a black and emerald bra and panty set with matching garter belt and stockings plus black shoes. Yes, I never got to pick anything out. This particular set was dark and so way I except for my tan lines that showed a bit since the bikini was bigger then this outfit. And like all the outfits I wore this was sheer in the rear and also in the cups of the bra. Sam had me lean over and said, "Girl you will not have to suck any of these guys but one of them will spank you. (an unfinished story)