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Please make a point of reading Part 1 of this story first....it will make much more sense! Thanks to all my critics - I may have altered things a bit to follow your advice... (An interlude from Allie) I guess I was as disappointed as he probably was when they I found I was sharing a kitchen with a guy - although Chris wasn't exactly the macho hunk that I might have hoped for. In fact, he was a wimp and it didn't take long until I hardly noticed he was there. When I had to get those left-over clothes from Aunt Mary's house, it seemed like a good idea to have a handy male to do the carrying for me and Chris was there - and he wasn't going to cause any other problems, so I asked him to help. It was pretty typical that he seemed to think he was on to something, but I tried to play it down without seeming unfriendly. It was only as things developed that I found I could get a kick out of this and it would certainly help to get my research project finished with a bit of tweaking of the topic. In fact, I managed to sell the whole thing to him - and he took the bait! I really learned to control his reactions - it was so easy. The more I did so, the more he behaved exactly as I expected, and the more I got turned on! And the more I got turned on, the more I pushed him! And so it went on! Of course, he lapped it all up too - in more ways than one! I don't think he knew much about himself when I started. So many men are like that. But I tell myself that what I was doing was helping him find himself. It became my duty. I'm still amazed by how it ended up! Who would have thought...........? (Back to the story) I think it says a lot about me that, through all this breathless weekend of activity, I don't think I ever realized what was going on or what was happening to me. The most I could have told you is that I got a real kick out of being with Allie, I seemed to enjoy being bossed about by her (but her stuff about having learned how to 'control' me had gone over my head) and, more worryingly, my body seemed to respond to Paul's physical presence, and maybe to other things too. In a funny sort of way I was enjoying wearing a dress. I don't think I could have said that out aloud, even to Allie, but it felt kind of right to me. I had no idea what game Allie was playing. It was only later that it became more apparent and by that time it was too late. I don't think she had a game plan mapped out - all she had told me was that she was doing some sort of project on gender as part of her nursing training and needed me to test out her theories. What I didn't know (and I don't think she really did until it started to grow on her) is that she relished dominating me; it turned her on to an extent that excited her and the more she got on top the higher she got. She saw the urine thing as utter domination, despite all she tried to palm me off with about our 'special relationship'. I understood more of her character pretty quickly, but by that time I was in far too deep and I don't think I could have got out even if I had wanted to. I will tell you more about that in this part of the story. Well, to pick up where I left off.... I was lying on the floor in Allie's room in the nurses' hostel, having just drunk another load of her urine. She was delighted that she was getting a routine going with me. "Let's get unpacked, Tina!" she said briskly. "We'll need to move some of your stuff, won't we?" She has this habit of finishing her sentences with a question when she actually isn't interested in my answer. "Bring the boxes thru to your room." She picked up the key to the connecting door to my room from the kitchen where it was kept and opened it up. She surveyed my room; it wasn't as bad as it might have been, but it wasn't too good. She walked to the closet, opened the doors and took out all my clothes, throwing the hangers onto my bed. "There. Now we have room for our new clothes, don't we?" I put down the boxes, looked at her and said, "Look, Allie. I know you're short of room and I know you are enjoying the game, but do we have to?" It sounds a bit spineless now, but she just intimidated me. Before we got any further, I realized I had to go to the bathroom too and scuttled into what at least was my own bathroom. I sat down to pee gallons again and breathed a sigh of relief as I was doing so. When I got back, in no time, she had replaced all my clothes with Ingrid's. She then put them into the empty boxes, sealed them with the packing tape and had me carry them out to the store room for our floor. "Look, Tina. I do need your help," she said when I returned and gave her the key. "I need you to explore this part of your mind with me - I'm sure you'll enjoy it just as much as I am. And you want us both to enjoy life, don't you?" She paused and then continued. "Otherwise I might publish all the pics!" she added with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. I winced. "Yeh - but tomorrow I have to go to work, Allie - me: Chris, not Tina." "Of course you do - I couldn't do my project if you stayed in your room all the time. It wouldn't teach me anything about you!" She walked to the closet, now full of skirts and dresses. "That's why you will find your chinos and a shirt here for you. You'll need something to wear, won't you?" She pointed to one hanger in the corner of the closet. "I told you that you never have to worry." I suppose that was some relief. Though I still didn't know what she had planned. She smiled. "Let's have some food - I'm starving! We ought to have stopped at the corner store on our way back. Hm." She looked thru the cupboards. "I'll have some pizza from the freezer and I'll do you a salad." "That's OK. Make it two pizzas," I said hungrily. "Oh, no! You need to lose some weight and pizza is no way to do that." "So how come you get to have one. Don't you need to.....?" I stopped as I realized how the sentence was going to end. "I mean......" She slapped me across the face - hard. "Don't you ever talk to me like that, Tina! You are going to have to learn some courtesy, I can see. I'll see what we can build into your training." That was a word she hadn't used before. "Training for what?" I answered, stung by her physical and emotional strength. "The project, Tina. Just think of it as the project; you don't need to worry your tiny little head about anything else. OK?" I grunted. She fixed the salad and we sat and ate together, no words being exchanged. She had a glass of red wine with her pizza, and even relented with me. "I think you need a bit of variety in your drinks, Tina - you don't have to have the same thing every time." She paused. "Just most of the time," she added slowly, handing me a glass of water. I muttered thanks and drank it gratefully. "There are a few things we have to get straight and now seems as good a time as any. OK?" "Sure." Getting things straight sounded like a very good idea. "First, we're both going to enjoy this. If we don't, it'll be hard for one of us - and it won't be me. I know you are enjoying it so far and I will continue to manage you so that you go on doing so. That's my responsibility." "How do you know I'm enjoying it so far?" I asked. "Because you are sitting there in makeup, a dress and heels and you have been for an hour or more now without even commenting. Even when I put your clothes away you said nothing. You're comfortable, aren't you?" I nodded sheepishly. "And you get a sexual kick out of it, don't you?" She looked at me. I hesitated and then nodded again, my face flushing. "There's nothing wrong with that, Tina. What turns you on turns you on. Don't fight it - it's you! Run with it. I'll help you. If it carries on being good, then fine; if not, well....we'll see." I didn't respond - which Allie clearly took as a positive response. "So this is what we'll do. You will go to work every day - no problem. But we will explore together what excites you in finding your feminine side. We have already discovered that you like dresses and we will push that further. Maybe there are other things too - but I don't want to talk about them until you are ready. "One thing I have to make clear. Tina....maybe I mean Chris....do you masturbate? I flushed again and looked down. "I knew you did," she went on, "and we have to put a stop to that. I have some ideas that I will follow up tomorrow on that. In the meantime, you have to promise me not to do so tonight. OK?" I nodded again. I didn't seem to have anything to say. "OK. Now that was the first thing. You need to enjoy it, I need to enjoy it. Sometimes the same thing will turn us both on, sometimes it will be better for one than the other. What I mean is that there will be times when I do things you don't like but I want you always to remember that it is because I like it and also that I will always look after you. It may be that you will grow to like the things I like too! I'm not saying I will give you the choice all the time," she laughed, "but think of it as part of our relationship." It was getting clearer to me now that although Allie was into some project (at least that's what she told me!) she was getting off on it too. In a funny sort of way, that felt good - something in what was happening with me got her going! Maybe I was learning about myself now: I got excited when she was excited, which made me want to get her excited more and more. Not only didn't it matter to me how I did that, but I seemed to find that the best way was allowing her to be in charge. She got off on that and I was discovering that I did too. I felt relieved to have worked that much out. I know that sounds pretty thin, but where I was the time it felt like I had just worked out the Theory of Relativity. So maybe I could enjoy this project - like she said. It was going to be fun and I guess it wouldn't last too long. So I didn't argue when she took me back thru to my room and went thru all the clothes with me to see what suited and what didn't. I don't think that, even then, I gave any thought to where and when she was expecting me to wear them. By the time bedtime came around, I was exhausted. Last night hadn't been my best night's sleep ever and I needed some now. I went off for a shower - this time she showed me how to remove my own makeup - giving my hair a thorough wash to try to get its femaleness out of the way before I went back to work. I towel dried it as usual; it still looked a bit suspect to me, but I could look at it again in the morning. She had made a strange request. She asked me to shave off all my pubic hair. That sounded strange enough to me, although I knew it would grow back so it wasn't a big deal, but the odd bit was that she gave me a plastic bag and asked me to put it in the bag and give it to her. When I came back from the shower with a towel wrapped around my waist, I handed her the bag and saw she had put a satin nightdress on my bed. It looked kind of pretty in a very pale pink with white trim. I put it on: it had an elasticated yoke which fit tightly on my chest, with thin spaghetti straps. It was long but beautifully soft. She came back in and helped me remove my earrings. Allie smiled. "There we go. You look great. Just one thing though: you need something on your ears to stop the piercing closing up." She took two small studs and slipped them into the holes where the dangling earrings had been. "Great! All done! Now, time for your night time drink!" She handed me the funnel and I lay on the floor while she squatted over me. I won't go into the details again as it was becoming routine - although the taste almost seemed to be getting nicer. It wasn't my best ever night's sleep, although it was better than the previous one! I awoke to the familiar feel of the funnel being inserted in my mouth and a flow of her strong overnight urine into my mouth. It was a routine I was almost getting used to. "Good morning, sweetie," she said brightly. "Did you sleep well? I did - I was so excited about the future for us both! Time to get up - you go and get washed and I'll get your clothes ready." I staggered into the bathroom in my long nightdress, my eyes still blinking at the light. I showered again, staying long under the hot water as I let it warm me thru, again trying to get my hair looking more normal. I shaved, brushed my teeth and walked back into my room with the towel round my waist. "You really should have that towel higher, Tina - a young lady should tie it round her bust not her waist." I grunted but did nothing. "Now here are your clothes. Get yourself dressed." It was only then I noticed that Allie was already dressed for work in her nursing outfit of pants and top. She hardly ever wore a skirt. My clothes were laid out on my bed. It didn't surprise me that she had chosen a bra and panties - or at least a panty girdle to keep me tucked out of sight; at least they were in white. I slipped them on without saying a word as she watched, smiling. At least I was managing how to put a bra on a bit more easily now. I looked for the shirt and pants she had mentioned last night. The shirt wasn't the light denim one I had expected. She had clearly had second thoughts; this one was a lighter silky fabric in cream with short cap sleeves and a button front. I knew at once that buttons would be a problem as women's buttons always do up the wrong way. "This won't do, Allie - the buttons are wrong. It will look like a women's blouse!" "Look more closely, Tina. Why do you think I chose it? It has a fly front so that the buttons are covered: you can't see which way it has buttoned!! She pointed triumphantly. "Put it on and see!" I did so and I must admit she was right. If you looked closely, you could tell which way the seam was stitched but it didn't really show if you just glanced. The pants were different too; they weren't my old gray chinos. They had a zipper at the front like pants should, but it wasn't a full length one and I knew it was for a woman. I pulled them on: there was no point in saying anything to Allie because I knew she would laugh it away. In fact, they fit pretty well and felt soft and clingy in a way my old chinos never did even when they were new. She handed me some black opaque knee high stockings. "These will do instead of socks and they will make the shoes less tight." I put them on and rolled them up my legs. I had expected to wear my old black loafers. They were what I normally wore to work. But she handed me a pair of woman's shoes - they weren't too different, but there was a bit of a heel on them. It was built in so it wasn't very noticeable (unless you were wearing them!), but the front was a bit different: instead of the upper part of the shoe covering my foot, this was cut away so that it only covered my toes and the front end of my foot. "I can't wear these." "Yes, you can, Tina. The knee highs are thick enough to look like the shoe and your pants will cover your foot anyway. I thought you sat at a desk all day? No one will see then, will they?" I grunted again. I put the shoes on and stood up. The heels were ok and she was right about the pants covering my feet. They were quite wide, in a way that men's pants aren't usually; normally, I would have been concerned about that, but I was glad that they at least hid my feet. I looked at myself in the mirror. It could have been worse, I guess. I turned and posed. "Hey, Allie - you can see the shape of the bra and the straps thru under the blouse!" She grinned. "So? You can wear a jacket if you want - here!" She handed me a light jacket. I knew without looking that it was going to be a woman's jacket, but in fact it was reasonably unisex. It was a bit like a blazer, but without pockets and with a zipper instead of buttons. It was only when I put it on that I realized that the pants didn't have pockets either. Allie saw me looking for pockets and laughed. "Oh, dear! No pockets! You'll have to have a purse!" She handed me a plain brown leather one - I guess it could have passed as a man-bag, but I still didn't like it. "Right. Off you go to work, my girl," she said breezily. "You won't need money for lunch because I have made some for you." She handed me a lunchbox with what looked like a few salad leaves and a tomato in it. "And here's your drink." I knew what was in the bottle and didn't need to look at the yellow color to know. "You can go out thru my room. I should be back by 6 and I will let you back in then. Until then you must stay out. OK?" I looked at her, wondering what a suitable answer might be. I didn't think I would be getting a kick out of this bit. "I have a few things to get for you and then we can work on them together tonight." I left for work. There isn't much to tell you about the day. I worked fairly alone anyway; the few guys around gave me strange looks, the girls smiled. I wondered what it was they were noticing; was it my girly hair, pierced ears, androgynous clothes - or even, I realized, the polished fingernails? I stayed at my desk as much as I could, afraid to model my womens' pants and shoes, except when I had to go to the bathroom. I ate my lunch - it was about enough for a small rabbit - and drank the bottle Allie had given me, although I did have a coffee during the day too. I stayed late after the others had gone, partly so that I didn't have to get up from my desk while they were there and partly because there was no point in going home until Allie returned. Eventually, as it was nearing 6, I thought it best to head for home, wondering what she had in store for the evening. I tried the door of my room on the way past; as I expected, it was still locked. Her door was too, so I knocked and was relieved when she opened it with a big smile. "Tina - welcome home! Have you had a good day?" I walked in and murmured something. She continued, "You'd better go thru and change. I've put some things out for you." I walked thru the kitchen into my room, wondering what she had in mind. She followed. "First of all, I have a better solution for your shape than that panty girdle so you can take it off while you are changing." I wasn't to bothered by that - it had not been too comfortable all day under the pants, so I sat down on my bed and slipped off my shoes. I stood and took off the pants and then eased the girdle down my legs too. "Lie down on the bed and I have some work to do," she said. She put on some thin latex gloves and proceeded to unwrap a short length of what looked like very fine tube. "I'm going to slip this up your penis and then we can cover it over and you will still be able to pee." As she said it, I could feel her slipping something into the end of my penis; it was uncomfortable and a bit sore, but once she had started it was OK. Then she took a piece of plastic that looked to me like a sheath for a dagger and slipped it over my penis, feeding the tube through a tiny hole in the end. I couldn't see what she was doing after that, except that she pulled a very tight-fitting pair of panties up my legs. She found it hard work, although she was concentrating so hard I don't think she minded. When they had almost got to my waist, she slipped my enclosed penis into a pocket in the front of the panties, inserted the little tube into another one and then pulled the whole thing up tight. As she did so, I felt that my balls had disappeared; I felt sick just for a moment but it soon passed. "Now turn over and lie on your front, Tina," she commanded. I turned over and was surprised to find that my legs and stomach were lying flat on the bed and that I couldn't feel my penis and balls in the way as I would normally would have done. I was just wriggling to see if I could feel them when Allie pulled the waistband of the panties tight, which also seemed to pull the whole thing together, and I heard a click. "There," she said, "all done! Isn't that good? It's like a second skin, very fine and stretchy and it looks like real skin." "Isn't what good?" I replied, turning over again. "Let me explain," she said. "To help you fit the clothes better, we have flattened your front so that your penis doesn't stick out and everyone will think you are a man." But I am a man, I thought, but it didn't seem worth saying. "And I've put a little catheter to direct your urine thru a tube so that it comes out underneath like a woman does. Isn't that great?" She went on quickly, "The panties will keep it all in place and you won't need to take them off except for a wash every so often. You can even shower in them - so good! And there's a hole in the back," she said thoughtfully, "for when you need to be able to go..." she tailed off. "Can't I just take them down when I need to go to the bathroom anyway, Allie?" "Well, no. That's the point - we want to make it real for you, don't we? That's why there is a waistband and a tiny little padlock. We wouldn't want you to feel tempted, would we?" "But......but hold on, I thought you said we were going to enjoy this together! It doesn't sound much fun to me!" "Oh, but it is, Tina! You don't know how much this is doing to me already. I'm just damp at the thought of it!" I guess that excited me to hear her say it. Then she said, "Feel it, Tina - with your hand!" She looked at me expectantly. I put my hand down, it felt really flat and smooth as I moved my hand down over my stomach, but then it felt hairy just as I began to feel between my legs. Allie squealed, "Isn't it great! It's your very own genuine hair!" My first thought was that it was kind of gross, but then at least it was my hair that she had got from me last night. I found myself stroking it - until I realized what I was doing and stopped straightaway. It was a few moments later when something else dawned on me. "Hey! How do I get an orgasm with this on then?" I was still hoping that there was a chance of making out with Allie (OK - maybe it was a vain hope) but I also realized I wouldn't be able to masturbate either. "Orgasm?" she said coyly. "Why should you want an orgasm?" She grinned at me. "Maybe - if you are good....very good....we could think about it. Well, maybe at some point." "Now hold on, Allie," I spluttered, "I agreed to help you with this project of yours and I admit I get a kick out of it too, but this is too much: don't push me too far!" "Oh, I can't promise that, Tina. I've told you I will always look after you and keep you safe, but.....well, too far? I don't know. In fact I don't know what 'too far' means. Perhaps we can find out together!" she squealed. I sighed again. I still hadn't realized how deep I was getting. "Now you'd better get some clothes on, hadn't you?" she said breezily. "Take your blouse off and we'll give you something more appropriate." I got up, finding it strange that my front now felt different. In the panty girdle, it was like my male members were squashed out of sight; in this new affair, it was as if I didn't have any. Looking in the mirror, I could see that it almost looked like a genuine woman's lower half. I took off the blouse as she said while she went to the closet to fetch something else for me to wear. First, she handed me a suspender belt - I noticed that it matched my bra. "Before you say a word, the answer is: Yes, you do have to!" She carried on looking in the closet while I sighed and put it on. Then she gave me some stockings. Maybe I've had a sheltered life, but I thought stockings went out years ago and women all wore tights; clearly, I was wrong. I sat down and rolled them up my legs (I knew how this was done!) but struggled to connect them to the suspender belt. Allie giggled and helped me out. "There - you'll know how next time, won't you?" she added, passing me a pair of panties. "They go on top, Tina, in case you were wondering." When I stood up and moved around, I was so conscious that the suspender belt and the stockings pulled at each other every step I took. At first, it felt kind of funny, but I soon realized it was also kind of sexy and I could feel that my penis (I just remembered it!) was stirring, although you couldn't see anything. "Slip these shoes on now, darling!" She handed me some black Mary Janes - but they had a massive heel, maybe 4 or 5 inches! "I can't walk in those, Allie!" "Of course you can - Ingrid could so why can't you? On - now!" She was in that no arguing mood again. While I was putting them on, she brought out what looked like a black dress to wear. Maybe it was one of these Little Black Dress ideas, I wondered. I put my feet into the shoes, bending my instep as hard as I could to follow their shape, and clipped the strap across. That was the easy bit; standing up was the hard bit. I managed somehow - and Allie breezed across with what I now saw was a black satin maid's uniform. "It's a maid's outfit, Allie!" "Yes!" she squealed. "Isn't it gorgeous?" She pulled it over my head and down over my body, pulling up the zipper at back. "There!" I guess I was so busy being distracted by keeping my balance and avoiding moving the suspenders that I didn't really get the same high from this that Allie clearly did. She tied a little apron round my waist and it was only then that I recognized that the skirt on this uniform was even shorter than the one she had made me wear when we met Paul and James the previous day. She saw me looking down as she was taking a photo of me. "No, Tina. It's fine - all women wear skirts this short at some point so you're not going to be any different. Now..." she continued, not letting me object, "everybody expects women to do the cooking and the housework, so you can learn to look after our rooms and keep everything just right, can't you? That's all part of learning what it is like to be a woman - to explore your feminine side! There's nothing planned for this evening, so you can prepare a meal for us and then do something about the state of your room, can't you?" "I......" I fell over on my heels, ending up clinging onto her to stop myself reaching the floor. She laughed. "Now, Tina, I don't think it's a maid's place to get too personal with her mistress! Hey....there's a thought: from now on you must call me Mistress Alison, or even just Mistress. You have to learn that women's place in society is not the same as men's!" Her laughter turned to a giggle. "Do you understand?" she added, more firmly. I nodded, asking myself how I had got myself into a situation which was looking increasingly difficult to get out of very quickly. "Now. I'm hungry tonight so you can make me some pasta and a meat sauce, and I'm sure there's some salad left for you to have afterwards. In fact, I might have a little myself with my pasta and I will be sure to leave some for you! Now would you like a drink before you prepare the meal, or after?" she added with a twinkle in her eye. I was actually quite thirsty, but I knew that sort of drink she had in mind. I shook my head. "What does that mean, Tina? Is that how you answer your Mistress when she asks you a question?" "No, thank you," I answered quietly. "Mistress," I added. She squealed. "Excellent, Tina - you are getting the idea now! But I think it would be better to drink first, so I'll change your mind for you. Besides, I want to show you what I managed to get from the hospital stores today!" I followed her thru the kitchen into her own room and thru into the bathroom where I saw what I think is called a commode. You know, it's like a chair with a bowl in it and, when someone is too ill to get to the bathroom, they put it by the side of the bed for a patient to sit on. "See - I've changed it a bit so that you can lie underneath and your drink is delivered straight into your mouth! Isn't it wonderful?" She had replaced the pot with a funnel going into a narrow tube so that the flow rate was controlled. The tube fit thru a kind of mask, maybe like an oxygen mask - that was secured round my head. "All you have to do in lie down and drink! And when you have finished, you just wipe me dry and swallow the tissue just like before. Come on, let's try it!" She showed me where to lie, my legs pointing behind the chair and my face looking up at her. She told me to put the mask on my head, the tube fitting into my mouth, and then she sat down and peed. The funnel and the tube were all transparent, so I could see exactly what was coming. It was the same as before only she had just got it more organized. I kept swallowing until it was all gone; she stood and I wiped her off with a tissue from a box fixed to the chair, and then put it in my mouth after I had removed the mask. She pulled up her pants and smiled again. "You don't know how good it is to go to the bathroom and not need to wash your hands, Tina! You are so useful! Now show me how good you are at cooking for me!" I got up, washed my hands (I had to instead of her!) and walked gingerly thru to the kitchen. I will spare you the details of my meal preparation, but she called thru to me to lay the table for her to eat. "Just lay for one, Tina" she added. She enjoyed her meal - she said she enjoyed it even more because she had had it prepared for her and she didn't have to do it. She sent me into the kitchen to wash up while she ate, giving me strict instructions not to eat anything without her permission. When she had finished, she called me thru again and showed me that she had left some salad in the bowl for me and said I could have some crackers with it if I wanted. "It might seem hard, Tina, but a woman always has to think of her figure." "Yes, Mistress," I mumbled. "And no other eating, Tina! We will have to think of some way to make sure you don't cheat! By the way, I've got plenty of photos of you and don't forget I'm quite happy to put them on the website if you let me down! "Now - in the kitchen with you and have your supper!" She grinned. I had allowed myself to get into a situation and I didn't really understand why. I started out with the hots for Allie - and I still had them. I still found her really attractive and I loved her strong confident approach. Then when she got me pretending to be a girl, I kind of enjoyed that - don't ask me why, but I found that I loved the feel of women's clothes in different ways: my body responded sexually, but my mind did too. I felt so at peace in a dress and heels. And there was a third thing too: I found myself loving being dominated by her. I don't think it would have been the same with any woman, just Allie. I knew I would do anything she wanted me to. Taking all these things together, I found myself a willing victim to submit to her whims. The threat of publicizing photos made it easier. I could try to convince myself that she was forcing me, but I knew deep inside that what she was doing fit me well. She was right - she knew how to control me. I walked thoughtfully into the kitchen and finished off the salad Allie had left for me. It wasn't much, but I ate it hungrily. I cleared up while she read a book and tried a bit of tidying. I hadn't realized how difficult it was in a short skirt and heels. Now and again, I could hear her laugh as she stole a glance at how I was struggling. The rest of the evening was uneventful. I found that the second skin she had made me wear worked OK for peeing. It felt strange wiping myself off just like she made me do her, but it was no big deal. I put on the nightdress again, and fortunately this time she let me lie down and sleep without having to service her or to be tied to the bed. She gave me my bedtime drink in her bathroom and that was it. The next morning, she watched while I dressed because she wanted to see how the second skin hid my maleness. She was thrilled. "That's much better, Tina! You can't see anything at all!" I looked down. The cut of the women's pants was so tight at the front that it didn't look as if anything was tucked away; it just looked as if there was nothing there at all! How was that going to look at work - my crotch just disappeared between my legs! "Be careful you don't get some strange looks, Tina, or we'll have to think of something else!" I didn't understand what she meant and I'm not sure I wanted to. In fact, I did get some strange looks at work. I stayed at my desk as much as I could, ate my salad (again!), drank my drink and hurried home as soon as I knew Allie would be there to let me in. She smiled a big smile when she opened the door. "Welcome home, Tina!" she said in an unnecessarily loud voice. She ushered me thru into my own room and watched while I changed into the maid's uniform again, with suspender belt, stockings, heels and of course the breast inserts in my bra. "Now what have you eaten today, Tina?" she asked as I applied some lipstick she now insisted I wore when I was at home. I hesitated. I had eaten what she had given me, I hadn't been able to buy anything as she had made sure I didn't take any money with me, but I had enjoyed a few cookies that were in the office kitchen. "Nothing much, All...Mistress." I muttered. She knew - somehow she knew. "What extra food have you had?" she asked sternly. "Just a few little cookies, nothing much," I whispered. "Did I give you permission, Tina?" "No, you didn't." "'No, you didn't'....what?" She tapped her foot. "Oh...no, you didn't, Mistress," I responded. "Then you must be punished, mustn't you?" She pulled out from behind her back what looked like something from a stable, like a bit for a horse. "You will wear this all the time until I give permission for you to take it off." "What is it?" I asked, a bit fearfully. "That's not important - you will soon understand," she came up to me and held it up to my face. It seemed to have a round metal ring, maybe 3 or 4 inches in diameter, with short curved plastic wings sticking out in the same plane and straps on opposite sides. "Open wide!" she said. When I did so, she maneuvered the ring into my mouth behind my teeth so that the plastic wings hooked around my gums. Then she walked behind me and pulled the straps under my hair, tightening them at the back of my neck. I heard a click as she secured them (as I discovered afterwards, with a tiny padlock. My mouth was held open by this giant ring, and the plastic wings stopped me turning it over with my tongue so that I could close my lips. What was it for? "There we are! That looks good. Think of it as part of your diet, Tina. It will help you stop eating things that aren't good for you, won't it? You won't be able to chew cookies or anything else, will you? In fact, while you have it on, you'll just have to have liquids. I will give you all I can, but we can probably supplement that with some other things too," she clapped her hands together in delight. I tried to tell her that it wasn't very comfortable, but the only sound I could make was a sort of rasping nose from the back of my throat. "Oh, dear," she giggled. "You can't speak, can you? Never mind. You'll have to save up anything you want to say and try to remember what it was when I take it out. I'm sure you'll find it really helpful to stop you being tempted, Tina. And I'm sure I can see some other uses for it too!" She tapped her chin, smiling thoughtfully. "Let's see how it works with your 'welcome home drink', shall we?" She led me thru to her bathroom and I lay down. She had made a small modification to the chair: some side pieces to go alongside my head and a piece that fit over my neck. It just held my head in one place and lifted it off the ground so that my face was very near to the base of the transparent bowl into which she peed, and to her body. The outlet to the bowl now just about fed straight into the mask over my mouth. I didn't see the point until a minute or so later. I put my head into the tight space, fit the mask over my face and waited as she slipped down her pants and panties, sat down and began to pee. In this new position, my face was only just lower than her legs and her thighs all but sat on my cheeks. I was looking up at her face from between her legs. I could tell from the smile on her face that she found it really funny. I had no time to appreciate the joke. It was so close, and suddenly I could see the urine coming out: I thought I was going to drown. The urine flowed just as before, but because I couldn't close my mouth, I had to keep swallowing hard without stopping and I couldn't breathe. I panicked but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't get away. I couldn't move my head at all, I just had to keep swallowing until it had all gone. I lay gasping for breath. "Wipe me, Tina," she intoned quietly as she stood. I did so, holding the tissue as I watched her pull up her clothes again. I put it into my mouth, but I couldn't chew it with the ring in place. I tried moistening it with my tongue, but it wasn't enough. Allie laughed, picked up a glass from her bathroom shelf, filled it with water, paused to add something and poured it all into the funnel. I was deluged again and kept swallowing as before, the tissue disappearing along with the flood. "We will have to keep some back to aid your digestion, won't we?" She looked reflective as she went back out of the bathroom, leaving me to disentangle myself from the head restraint and the mask. I didn't know what she had added to the water, but I realized soon after as I had to run (as well as I could in my heels) to my own bathroom: she had given me an enema. I guessed, as she now started to do this every time, she meant to help me keep my weight down, or maybe just keep me vulnerable as I now felt anxious all the time! In fact, as she realized how effective this was, I think it started her thinking about adding other things too.... I prepared her meal. Tonight she had bought a steak and I grilled that for her with a dressed salad. When I served it, she told me to stand where she could see me - and where I could watch her eating that beautiful steak too. "I'm sorry, Tina, but there's no point in me leaving you any, even some salad, because you won't be able to swallow it," she smiled as she finished off the last of the food, "but you can have a glass of water - or even a soda if you like. I was going to suggest you used a straw..." she giggled, "but of course you won't be able to, will you? Hm......you'll just have to work out the best way." She was right - it wasn't easy. I couldn't even drink from a glass properly. All I could do was to pour the soda into my mouth and then to swallow carefully before pouring in some more. It took a long time even to drink a small glass. As I was finishing it, I felt a pat on my behind. "That's my girl!" she laughed. At bedtime, I got undressed and into the nightdress, then lay on the bed. I motioned to her to remove the ring from my mouth, but she smiled. "I don't think you really want me to, Tina, do you? You might be tempted to have a little snack and we wouldn't want that, would we?" I tried to argue but it was impossible to communicate in words. She just giggled again. "I tell you what though. You might dribble in the night with your mouth open so we had better think of some way of avoiding that, hadn't we? Hm." I rolled my eyes, wondering what she had in mind next. I knew by this stage that nothing she did happened by chance. "I know!" she squealed, "We have just the thing." She brought out from behind her back what looked like the threaded lid off a car gas tank, with a key and with cotton padding all round it. She lifted it to my face and I realized that it fit onto the ring in my mouth. She screwed it tight, removed the key and started to push some of the padding into the corners of my mouth. "Mmmmmffff!" I protested. "Now, don't be silly, Tina. You don't want to dribble, do you? This will help you!" Ok - it helped me not to dribble but that's about all. Try to imagine what it is like trying to sleep with a large ring inside your mouth and the cap of a gas tank screwed into it. It didn't help! This routine went on all week in much the same way. She allowed me to take the ring (and the gas cap!) off in the morning before I went to work, but it was at the last moment and there was little time left for talk. It also meant that breakfast had to be liquid only - usually just her 'milk' that she was giving me, although sometimes there would be fruit juice or water as well - I relished either to wash my mouth out from the strong night urine. When Friday came, I wondered what the weekend had in store. I got home, changed as normal, she fit the mouth ring and the evening went pretty much the same. I was getting used to the fact that breakfast and evening meals were restricted to fluids and the only conversation was allowed to be from her. "You do understand that, don't you, Tina," she said. "It is only in recent times that girls have been allowed to take part in conversation. It has always been men who dominate and I'm helping you learn to stay quiet. You'll get used to not speaking in a few..." She hesitated. "Weeks, perhaps." Weeks! I tried to make a noise that got my displeasure across, but I'm not sure that she was listening. She had other ideas: once I had cleaned up all the dishes, she called me over and asked me for another glass of red wine. I fetched one from the kitchen and stood waiting in case she wanted anything else. She laughed. "That's good, Tina - you're beginning to learn about being a servant. I think you're a natural! Let's see you practice your curtsies a bit more - I'd like to see more of them when you are with me." I wanted to tell her that they were for when I was Cleopatra's slave and not a guy working in a hospital office, but she wouldn't have listened anyway. She just kept looking at me, patiently waiting as she sipped her wine. I bobbed a quick curtsy, probably looking bored as I did so. She was looking at the rest of my body. "No, Tina. That's far too quick! Slow it down and lower your body more: put your right leg behind your left and then bend the left until the upper leg is horizontal. Keep your body upright all the time but your head bowed. I don't want to see your face. Now try again." I obliged. She had me do it maybe six or eight times before she was happy with it - my legs were getting tired with the strain, but she insisted that I got it right. Eventually she allowed me to stop. "That's good, Tina. Now I want to see you practice that at every opportunity - in fact, I expect you to curtsy every time I ask you to do something, every time you bring me something......and..." She thought for a moment. "...every time I come into the room where you are, or you come into the room where I am. "Think of it as a simple way of acknowledging me," she giggled. "You can't speak to me with that ring in your mouth, so you can do it with the rest of your body instead, can't you?" She waited for me to respond. I nodded. She still waited. I realized what she wanted. I curtsied. She smiled. "Well done, Tina. Now don't forget!" Then she said: "You remember what I said about each of us enjoying ourselves? It's my turn now. Lie on the bed." I did so, happy to lie down and to be with her too - maybe this was what I had been waiting for. She tied my wrists to the corners of the headboard and then my ankles to the bottom corners, all the time chatting about how special our relationship was - I guess to keep my mind off what she was doing. When she had finished, she took some swimming goggles that she had blackened the eyes of and put them on my head. "I'm going to take my clothes off now, Tina, and you wouldn't want to be embarrassed, would you?" Up to that point, my penis had been excited by being tied up by her, but the goggles had the reverse effect. "Silly me, I haven't taken your ring out. Now be quiet when I do this, Tina - ssshh, not a word," she whispered, unlocking the strap behind my neck. She took the ring out of my mouth and I ran my tongue around my lips to moisten them. The next thing I knew, the mattress was moving and she clambered up to straddle my chest. "Remember, Tina, you are doing this for me!" was the last thing she said before she moved up to lower her sex onto my face. I spluttered as she started by sitting on my mouth and nose at the same time - I couldn't breathe, but she was just making it clear who was in charge. I writhed and moaned but she had me pinned down and tied securely. It was only when I stopped squirming that she eased to one side so that I could breathe again. "That was a good start, Tina, but I want you to learn to use your tongue. You have learned to clean my urine with a tissue, this time it is to clean my vagina with your tongue - and to please my clit as well. I want you to learn, OK?" I gasped for air. She sat back down and I was almost suffocated again. I put my tongue out and started to feel around her and she reduced the pressure a little so that I could breathe. When I eased off, she put more of her weight on me and when I started again, she put more weight on me. I soon learned. Within a few minutes she had got me working hard at pleasuring her and I could tell she was enjoying it. I could hear her gentle moaning as she rode my mouth, but I could also feel the increased moisture from her body as she got more and more excited. It seemed like ages from where I was (but it probably wasn't) when I knew she had come - she squealed and there was a flow of whatever it was that I had to lap up to avoid it getting all over me. It tasted different. At least that would be over now. But it wasn't: she wanted more and kept riding me hard to make sure I didn't stop. It was only after she had come maybe a couple of times more that she stopped, lifting herself slightly from my sticky face, sighing with the ecstasy of her orgasm. She climbed off me and I could feel her sit on the edge of the bed. "That was so wonderful, Tina. I can tell we are going to get on well. Mmmmm." I still couldn't even see her, with the blacked-out goggles over my eyes. "Good," I responded, half-heartedly. "What about me?" "I don't want to hear 'me', Tina. This is not about 'me', it's about us." "But I'm still tied to the bed - again!" I pleaded. "Let me loose now!" She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm. "What? And let you see me with nothing on? I'm not that soft, Tina! No way! In fact, I think you had better stay like that for tonight. It will keep you out of mischief!" She giggled. I felt her stand up and heard her pick up her clothes and walk across the room. "Good night, Tina! That was fun, wasn't it? And we've got the whole weekend before us - I wonder what we will do?" She laughed and I heard the light switch click. I was still tied hand and foot to the bed, with my eyes covered. I couldn't believe it - she had gone! If I say that I was relieved that at least she hadn't put the ring back in my mouth, you will probably think that I'm not being serious, but in reality so much had been happening that I was becoming grateful for small mercies.