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I Want to Make You My Slave By Gail Blue "Honey, I'm bored," Laura mused as she ran her fingers through my hair. "What kind of bored? You want to go do something or... go back to the hotel?" We were lying out by the river under a tree. "Well yeah, but not right now. I just mean with life. We've been traveling for how long now, six months?" She seemed to be daydreaming as she spoke. "Money will spoil you. You think we should donate it all? Go back to working for a living?" "It would be nice to be working again." "Get a job when we get back," I said. She snapped out of her dream, smiling. "I don't think I'm that bored. I was thinking more like we could start experimenting." "Experimenting with what?" "Well, and don't take this the wrong way, we've had a good but kind of standard sex life. I'm satisfied. Just when we saw those people in Amsterdam..." "The people you called freaky?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah them... I was thinking, if we could get away with it. We should try something like that. Just for the experience." I looked at her sideways. "You want to become fetishists?" "I've been thinking about it, yeah." She shrugged innocently. "I mean I don't know how long I'd want to keep it up. But umm... we've been on vacation for six months, to see new parts of the world. Why not play around and see new parts of ourselves? See what we can find." "You want to sleep around?" "No, I hadn't even thought of that. I was thinking we should try redefining our relationship... just for a time. Just to see what it's like. Does this freak you out, or are you curious?" "A bit of both. How long have you been thinking about it?" I asked. "Just a few weeks, just since Amsterdam. Look if you don't want to, we can forget all about it." "I didn't say that. It's just weird, something I never thought about. But I always do like new things. What did you have in mind?" She licked her lips. "I was thinking something a little kinky, maybe some role reversal. We have a traditional relationship. I've always been the stereotypical girl, a little subservient..." "I don't think of you that way. Sorry honey, I didn't know it was an issue." "No, no, it's not. I like it. It's just that I was thinking if we were going to try something new. It might be nice if I was in charge for a change." She gazed into my eyes looking for validation. "Does that interest... excite you?" My penis stirred in my pants. She noticed it and started stroking me. "Oh-- maybe it does," she whispered into my ear. "I guess you might talk me into the idea. What did you have in mind?" "Simply put. I want to make you my slave." My penis stood erect in my pants. She continued, "And while I just mean this as a little vacation, something we'll only do for a while, I think it would be more - exciting- if we did everything like it was going to be for good. I mean otherwise you wouldn't really be my slave. I was thinking we should get away from the old house for a while, move into that townhome we bought, so we won't see anyone we know. That way we can avoid questions and go back easily. I mean we spent a small fortune on it, we should try living our new life there." "With me as your slave?" I asked. She was serious, and I was sweating. "Yes Robert, with you as my slave." She pushed me down onto the grass and straddled me. "I'll draw up some contracts, you sign everything over to me, give me power of attorney, the whole deal. Don't worry, when we're done, I'll give it back... when we're done." "What if I say no?" "You can't say no." She had her hand in my pants. "Now that I know you like the idea. You have no choice. Besides it'll be an adventure. I'll wear leather and pvc all the time." "All the time?" "Well that's what dominatrixes do don't they. You can't say no, but you can pick the next thing." "So there's no point in me disagreeing then is there?" I rolled my eyes and gulped. "I guess not." She smiled. I didn't say much about it as Laura was busy during the last week of the trip. She called people to get the townhouse ready, rebooked the return flight there, and she hired a lawyer to draw up contracts. It didn't really strike home with me until we got to the airport and our flights were to the coast. We took a cab into the city, and when we got to the townhome, it was completely furnished. We usually preferred more modern styling, but she'd had the place done in a traditional manner with French chairs and lots of polished wood. A very tidy looking woman in a business skirt suit and glasses was waiting for us in the den. She was a lawyer, and there were contracts laid out on the desk. I read them carefully. The first contract assigned all control of our assets to Laura; it included all our mutual accounts, as well as my personal assets. The second contract listed my responsibilities, what I had to do in exchange for room and board. 1.Robert Holmes shall herby be referred to as "Slave" and Laura Holmes as "Mistress" 2.Slave is to address Mistress as "Mistress" and shall not speak unless spoken to, or given permission to speak. 3.Slave shall not speak to other people without Mistress's permission, or in accordance with her orders. 4.Mistress may call Servant by any name she chooses, Slave must also adopt that name. 5.Slave shall never inform people of its former name, or of its status as Mistress's husband. 6.Slave is to serve and assist Mistress in all personal matters. Slave is also responsible for maintaining the home, and serving Mistress's guests. 7.Slave shall dress as Mistress requires at all times. Servant shall alter its appearance to suit Mistress if required. 8.Slave shall act in a manner as Mistress requires in all matters and at all times. 9.Slave must undergo any training or conditioning the Mistress requires. If something unusual was going on, the lawyer wasn't letting on. She had a slightly amused smile on her lips, but that was it. Laura put her arm around my shoulders. "Moment of truth time, isn't it?" "Yeah I guess so." "Are you scared?" My legs were shaking. "Yeah, I guess so. These contracts seem kind of permanent" "That's what makes it exciting doesn't it? Most of the vacation stuff we got to do was what you wanted. This is only fair. We both know it's really just a game to try something new, just for a time. But understand as soon as you sign those papers." She winked at me and ran her finger under my chin. "It's not a game anymore. I'll be your Mistress and you'll be my slave, forever and ever." I took a deep breath and signed the papers. Then Laura signed and the lawyer notarized them. She made two copies, handed one to each of us, and took the originals. On her way out, she turned and waved to us, "Have fun with your new life. These babies are ironclad." "What now?" I asked. "You mean 'What now Mistress?' Always refer to me as Mistress." "Yes Mistress, what now Mistress?" "First off, stop asking questions. Slaves don't get to ask questions. Second off, go to your room. It's down the hall and try to get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." Laura retired to the master suite upstairs, and I went to the servant's quarters by the kitchen. It was small but nice, with a small private bathroom, a soft bed, and an unusually huge walk in closest. The next day I woke up and found Laura in the kitchen. "Good morning Robert. I've been giving it some thought and if you're calling me Mistress, I don't want to call you Robert anymore. But I don't think 'Slave' is a very good name." "What did you have in mind?" "Stop asking questions." She winked at me. "Or you'll be out of here on your behind." "Sorry Mistress." "That's better. I was thinking of calling you Robin. It's a lot like Rob. But it's a little demeaning. A little emasculating. Like Robin in Batman and Robin. So Robin, how do you like your new name?" I shrugged my shoulders, "It's fine Mistress." She looked at me sternly. I was getting aroused again. "I mean I love it Mistress." "That's better." "Anyway we have a long day ahead of us. I want to sort your appearance out. Right now you look too... much like Robert. You always try to look rugged but you're a very pretty man. It think I'd rather have a pretty slave. You know to go with the whole idea of role reversal. What do you think?" "You mean honestly... Mistress?" "Sure why not." "It's a little extreme. I mean I admit you were a little subservient before, but this is a lot subservient." She looked me sternly. "You asked," I said. "Robin, I enjoy your honesty, but don't forget to address me correctly." "Oh, sorry Mistress." "That's what makes this fun. It's not about getting even, there's nothing to get even over. It's about exploring what it's like to be something else. So we're going all the way. I get to be dominant, really dominant, and you get to be totally subservient. I know the idea arouses you. Your pants are tenting." "Yes Mistress." "We have lots of work to do. I'm really looking forward to when you'll be getting up before me and making me breakfast. Firsts thing first, put on this temporary outfit, until we get you some proper clothes." There was a shirt and pants laid over a kitchen chair. They almost looked like pajamas, but not quite. The shirt was white and the pants light blue. They were very slim fitting. Next to them were a pair of canvas loafers. My driver's license was sitting out on the table. Laura spoke again. "I took the liberty of tossing your wallet. None of your credit cards are good anymore anyway. All you need is an ID. I'll give you more if it's required." I put the clothes on and Laura drove me to my first appointment. It was a laser hair removal place. "We're going to get rid of all your gross body hair. Not that there's very much, but I think it'll make you look prettier. Don't worry, it's not permanent. At least not the first time. But you'll be smooth for a while." After an hour of zapping, not only was my body hairless, but my face as well. That was a surprise. Laura explained, "Without the beard shadow, you look boyish. It reinforces your new role. I've decided this will work better if you are a little... androgynous. Don't worry, we are going to take it further, a lot further. You'll see and you'll enjoy it." She drove me down to the salon where I had an appointment. My hair had always been a little long and I wore in a ponytail. Laura had decided to take it further. She had my hair straightened, and dyed dark blonde. The stylist cut it into layers and added bangs. Laura was enthralled, she turned back to the stylist and said, "You know what, just do it. Put in the extensions, I think they'll look really cute." An hour later, I had hair down to my shoulders. My face was looking very androgynous, and I looked a lot younger, almost like I shouldn't drink. Laura kept touching me, picking at me. I was still very turned on. The stylist left us alone for a minute. "What do you think Robin? It's okay to talk. It's a discussion." "Honestly, I think my face looks like a girl's. I'm not quite sure when it happened, maybe sometime when she was cutting the bangs." Her eyes got wide, "I know. I started looking at you, and wow. I mean you could still be a guy. But it's one of those things where you almost need to hear someone's voice. This is exciting don't you think?" I wanted to down play it, but I was breathing heavily. "Yes, it's embarrassing but it's turning me on quite a bit... Mistress." "I know. Wow, I'm glad we tried this. Think of all the things we're learning. Okay discussion over. I've got an even better idea." Laura went off and grabbed the stylist. She brought her back over. "We're both so surprised with the results," she explained. The stylist looked guilty, like she had gone too far. Laure continued, "No, no, it's a good surprise. In fact I want you to give her a makeover." The stylist looked stunned, and so did I. Laura touched us both on the shoulder. "It'd be shame not to do it. I've got to see what she looks like in makeup. Oh, and do her nails too." The stylist quietly opened her makeup drawer, and started on me. I wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to resist, but I was so turned on, and I'd agreed to it, signed my life away. She started on my hands, shaping and smoothing my nails, applying a base coat, and then a color coat of metallic pink. While that was drying, she plucked my eyebrows into thin arches, and set to work on my face. The foundation felt cool and smooth, my already hairless face now looked like porcelain. The eye makeup took the longest. She used a light blue-green palette, almost grey, lined my eyes and filled out my lashes with mascara. Finally she pulled a dark pink brush over my lips to match my nails. Both Laura and I had been carefully silent to this point. I was memorized watching the transformation. During the lipstick application she whispered into my ear, "Don't worry it's smudge proof. Mistress can kiss you all she wants." And when the stylist left to collect all the products she'd used, Laura, Mistress, kissed me. Then we both gazed into the mirror. "You know Robin, I was hoping... betting this would work. I was dreaming about it in Amsterdam. There's nothing more subservient than a maid. If you like it now, you're going to love the next step." Although I was turned on, I felt very self-aware as we left the salon. I could see people on the street looking at me, even if they thought I was a woman. We climbed into the car, and Laura started the ignition. "Discussion time again Robin." "Okay," I said unsure of myself. "So how do you feel, now that you know what's in store for you?" "I don't know. I'm a little stunned. I mean I thought I was going to be your butler or something." "Nope, a maid. A French maid, with the uniform and everything. Surely you knew something was up when we did the hair removal." "I did think it was odd." "You did think it was odd... what???" "I did think it was odd, Mistress." "Well you mentioned that French maid in Amsterdam. I saw how you kept looking at him." "Him?" "Yes, Robin. Didn't you know that was a man?" "No I just thought it was a girl." "And do you remember what you said about him?" "Didn't I just say I thought that... I wouldn't mind having one of those." "Well now we get one. You get to be one-- for the rest of your life if I can help it." She glanced over to me and winked. "Honey..." "'Mistress', Remember, you signed the contract. I think it's a wonderful idea. A French maid is the ultimate luxury item, and now I get one, and you get to be one. Just think about it, everything about a woman you ever wanted and now you get to be it." "I don't..." "Discussion time over. We're at the shop." We pulled in behind a fetish lingerie shop, got out, and Laura knocked at the back door. A short, slightly overweight woman with a measuring tape opened the door to greet us. She let us in and looked me over, but didn't talk much, keeping a serious look about her face. The only times she did talk to me was when she was instructing me, telling me to hold out my arms so she could measure, or standup straight, or stick out my chin. She went into the shop for a while and came back with four corsets, one fancy white, one fancy black, and two plain white. Laura held me still as the woman laced me up in one of the plain white ones. I could hardly breathe at first, my ribs ached. But things settled into place. I was surprised how much it slimmed my figure, forcing of the mass of my torso down into my hips. Next they attached breast forms to my body. The woman used some sort of medical adhesive and pulled the skin of my chest together to form cleavage. She shoved everything into a bra. The woman left and Laura started picking at my penis. She rubbed my body and tickled my sides lightly. I was already almost bursting and this was too much to take. She saw this and bent over quickly to intercept, swallowing the load before it sprayed out. She stood back up smiling, my jizzum dripping out of her mouth. "Enjoy it, that's all you get for a while." The woman returned, the two worked at fitting my penis inside a metal tube-- attached to a chastity belt. Laura was practically giggling. "I want to make sure you stay obedient. Consider it the training portion of your contract. As long as you're a good little maid, you'll get to cum. But be a bad girl, and you'll be a very frustrated girl. I know what you'll be thinking about from now on." She locked the tube with a tiny padlock and stuffed the key down inside her bra. I gave Laura an "are you really doing this?" look. She just shrugged innocently and smiled. I didn't have any clothes on at that point. But the woman left and returned with a black pvc maid's uniform. It had a white pvc apron and a matching headdress. The woman explained to Laura, "This will do for now, I'll have the fitted ones done by the end of the week, also the regular ones will be delivered tomorrow by the uniform company." Laura sat me down and had me hold up my legs. She rolled fishnet stockings up each one and attached them to garters hanging off the corset. Then she had me step into the black pvc dress and turned me around. She slowly zipped me up the back, rubbing against my sides as she did it. Once the zipper reached the back of my neck, I heard a little click as Laura attached a padlock. She slid shiny black booties with three inch heels over my feet and locked them in place. Finally, she tied the apron around me, curled a lock of my hair around her finger, and placed the headdress on me. We were standing in front of a full length mirror. Laura looked normal, she was dressed in casual clothes. I looked like a pvc doll, a sex toy with too much makeup and large breasts. She smiled at me and grabbed my ass, then rubbed it for a while. The woman handed her a bag with clothes for herself and we drove home. I was glad the townhome had an attached garage as that way none of the neighbors could see me enter. Laura seemed downright giddy, every time I stumbled over my heels or fumbled around my new breasts she'd 'ooh' or 'ahh', and slap my butt. When we got inside, she led my into the living room. "It's just like Chritsmas, I get to play with my new toy." I was still in shock, and uncomfortably turned on whenever I saw myself in a mirror. "Come here Robin. Present yourself." She looked far too relaxed sitting on the couch. I walked up unsure of what to do. She pointed to my dress. "Give me a curtsey. Hold out the sides of your dress, lean a little forward, and bend at the knees." I did, and she clapped. "Good Girl! Don't forget to thank your Mistress." "Thank you Mistress," I said being somewhat uncertain. "What's a matter Robin?" "Nothing... Mistress." "No, really... what's the matter?" "It's just that this is getting weird... Mistress." "How so? Isn't it fun?" "Yeah, well I'm really turned on. I just wonder how far you're going to take this. Mistress." She smiled. "Don't worry, I plan on taking this as far as possible, I assure you. You're going to be my cute little maid just as long as forever." She winked. "Just we're really going at it." She raised a disapproving eyebrow. "We're really going at it Mistress." "That's better. Now I want to have fun with my toy. Go get me a glass of water." I looked at her sideways for a second. She looked back and smirked. Then I went over to the cupboard and pulled out a glass. "Ice, Mistress?" "Yes, and bring it to me on the serving tray." I opened a bottle of water, crushed some ice and put it on a tray, then walked over to Laura, being mindful of the heels, and presented it to her. She lifted it, took a sip and dropped the glass on the floor, shattering it. "Whoopsie, I seem to have made a mess." She motioned over to the cleaning closet where I found a broom, a mop, and some rubber gloves. I cleaned up the mess without a word, as she watched from the sofa. "You know Robin, you really need to work on your walk. Keep your legs together and swing your hips." "I'm trying Mistress." "Try harder," she said sternly. We spent the next hour with her showing me how to walk, and then me walking wherever she told me. We spent the evening practicing my makeup, over and over, until I could do it right myself. She left me alone for a while, and went upstairs. I was so turned on but there was nothing I could do with the chastity belt in place. Other than look at myself in the mirror and get even more turned on. About half an hour later, I heard a hand bell ringing upstairs. It didn't take me long to figure out Laura wanted me to go up. When I got there, she was dressed in a black pvc catsuit, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. She motioned me over with a finger. "Kneel down," she said, and I did. She uncrossed her legs, revealing her exposed pussy. She placed her hands behind my head. "Don't be shy, just because you can't use you penis doesn't mean you can't pleasure me. 'Speak only when spoken to,' I've been saving your tongue for what I really want it to do, what it was meant for." She nestled my face in between her thighs, and I began to lap. "Oh that's so much better. Oh god!" she began to yell. "You're such a good bitch! Such a good bitch! Forever and ever!" * * * I woke up in the maid's quarter's wondering what I'd gotten myself into. I was laying naked, save for a corset, on the bed. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Even with no makeup and no breasts, I still looked really girlie, and a lot younger than I'd expect. I noticed the door was cracked open and there was a package sitting on the other side. I crept over and pulled the package in. It said "For Robin," so I opened it. Inside where a lot of clothes, maid's uniforms and underwear mostly. These looked far more practical, they were regular working uniforms, some even had pants and ranged in color from black and white, to gray and light blue. I showered and put the breastforms and the corset back on. Then donned a gray and white uniform with a skirt. I was surprised by how natural it looked. I looked like a slightly mannish college girl working as a maid, more than a sex toy. I applied a light coat of makeup, when there was a bell from the kitchen. Laura was relaxing by the kitchen table reading the newspaper. "I see the new uniforms fit. It'd be hard to keep up what we were doing last night all the time. But don't worry, I'll try." "Sorry, I didn't get up in time to make breakfast Mistress." "Yes, that's a problem. I don't get up too early but I expect it to be ready by nine from now on. Also why don't you call me Ms. Holmes when you're not in PVC. It makes things more casual." "Okay... Ms. Holmes." "See this is fun. It's too bad my husband isn't still around. You're certainly on your way to being the best maid we ever had." I blushed a little. "Thank you, Ms. Holmes." "I've been doing some thinking. I want to make this transition as... livable as possible. Being my own personal toy, and much as you must be enjoying it, can't be all that easy to pull off. So let's try to find some regular activities we can do. Things a lady and her servant might really do. I'm thinking that in the regular public, you can introduce yourself as Robin Watts, my personal assistant and secretary. It means we could do more together. Don't look too disappointed, there will be plenty of slave stuff to do as well. I'm going to order you some office uniforms so you can wear those around. I've also bought a dvd on how to speak like a woman, it's for transsexuals. I expect you to learn it, and start speaking properly as soon as you can. In fact I've decided the first time your little clit gets to come out, is when you can speak properly." "I don't know what to say." "It makes this far more feasible as a permanent arrangement for one thing. I do want to start working again, and I think you could assist me. I know you must think this is just a game. But I'm committed to making it a lifestyle. Every time I see you like that." She leaned over and looked me in the eyes, "I just think this is the way it's meant to be. Are you still a little uncomfortable with the idea?" "Yes, a little Miss Holmes." "Awww... that's cute. You must be going crazy in that chastity belt. Look how polite you're being." I blushed as my penis pushed against the tube. "It's so strange. Now that I can't... do anything I'm thinking about it all the time... Ms. Holmes. Sorry for speaking out of turn." "It's okay this time Robin. I like having you locked away. It makes me feel powerful. If you want, we could try a few things that might make it more bearable." "What sort of things?" "Well, for one I might start giving you anal pleasure. I hear it's another way to get off. Plus it makes you my bitch, so that's a win- win. And if you want... I could give you some pills that might cut your libido down a little. But you don't have to take them if you don't want to." "What are they?" "Well, long story short, they're male hormone blockers and female hormones. Yes, you can take them if you want to 'be a woman', but you can also use them to take the edge off of being male. It all depends on the dose." She opened the cupboard and showed me three large bottles of pills. "If your little willie gets too uncomfortable in its new home, try taking one of each every day for a week or so. And remember until you get your voice right, you're not going to be getting any pleasure, so you might want to think about taking these until you do." "Will they make me grow breasts?" "Maybe little ones, if you take them long enough. But the only immediate effects will be your libido. Go ahead swallow three now, one of each, just so you're not afraid of them, and always take one of each." I looked at the pill bottles. Laura was smirking. "Go on. They won't kill you, I promise." I took one from each bottle, filled a glass with water and popped them in my mouth, but didn't swallow. "Don't you dare spit those out. Swallow them like a good girl." I gulped them down, and Laura chuckled to herself. She sat down on the couch and patted the open seat next to her. We sat together quietly for a time, and I started to feel really relaxed. It started in my fingers and my toes, they felt loose without any tension and the relaxation flowed up my arms and legs and into my torso and buttocks. "Feel better, now don't you?" she asked playing with my hair. "Yes, very relaxed Mistress." She nudged me down so I lay across the couch with my legs on her lap. Then she grabbed a few pairs of nylon stockings off the side table and began wrapping them around my legs, tying them so I couldn't move. Still very relaxed, the sensation of her picking and pawing at my legs was sensual. She flipped me over, pulled my arms back behind me, and tied nylons around my wrists and elbows until I couldn't move. Then she tied a nylon between my wrists and ankles, and stroked my hair. "You're so pretty like this, so passive," she said from behind me, "open your mouth." I did and she inserted a rubber ball gag. I felt her strapping it around the back of my head. "Ooh, that's much better. You have no worries now. Mistress will take care of you." She petted the sides of my body and rubbed my neck. I was feeling more and more relaxed and we sat there on the couch together, with Laura holding me until I dosed off. I woke again shortly afternoon and found a note on the refrigerator, "We're having a guest for dinner. 8 o'clock. A bit of a fetish/business dinner. Have something good prepared, and be ready to serve. Make some for yourself, but remember you'll be eating in the kitchen. Black pvc required." My heart was pounding. I spent an hour looking up recipes trying to figure out what I could make. Then it donned on me that I didn't have any money, nor did I have access to money. Laura had even taken my phone, so I couldn't call her. She was going to arrive with a guest, and I wasn't going to have anything for them. The refrigerator was bare, but I was relieved when I found the cupboards stocked, and the freezer in the pantry full. Given my limited cooking skills, and what we had on hand, I went with pasta, fancy pasta, but pasta none the less. We didn't have any bread, so I had to make that myself, thankfully there was a bread machine and all the ingredients, so it wasn't a total disaster. I sighed at my reflection and started reapplying all the makeup, boobs, and pvc. When I was done I looked like a fetish toy again. By 7:30 no one had shown up. I thought it might be a test, and I didn't want to get in trouble with Laura so I started cooking dinner to be ready at 8, and set the table. At 7:55 Laura and her guest arrived. Laura was wearing a black full length pvc dress, and her guest was in a white pvc skirt suit. I watched the door as they entered unsure of what they wanted me to do. Laura motioned me over. "Rebecca, this is the new maid I was telling you about, her name is Robin." "Robin, this is Ms. Ross. I met her at that fetish store, and she was interested to see your progress. Curtsey for her." I curtsied. "Nice to meet you Ms. Ross." Ms. Ross smiled, and spoke out the side of her mouth, "You two are really getting into it. This is exciting." She nodded at me. "Nice to meet you Robin. Here's my coat." As I took it, Laura reminded me, "Don't forget to offer to do that in the future." "Yes, Mistress." The two girls giggled, and I brought them drinks. Then they sat down at the table. Over dinner they discussed me. "So what do you think?" Laura asked. "I think it's hilarious, but damn sexy. How'd you get him to do it, did you blackmail him?" "Oh no, he volunteered, more or less. It was just a game to start, but once he signed his assets over to me. Well that was that. I mean I guess she could try her luck on the streets." "Volunteered?" "I asked him very politely. Made it sound exciting. We're always trying new things. I don't think he ever had any inclination, certainly not for feminization, but as soon as I mentioned I wanted control, I think his dick out voted his brain." "It turns her on?" Rebecca asked. "Oh yes." "And now she's in a chastity belt?" "Mmmm Hmmm." Laura nodded with a smirk. "Oh that's rich." Rebecca chuckled and held up her empty glass. I walked over and refilled it. Laura addressed me. "Robin go ahead and sit down. I've asked Rebecca to tell you what she does." Rebecca fixed her lipstick, is was dark red to match her hair, and spoke, "Oh sweetie, you're going to love this. I'm a clinical psychologist. I specialize in anti-smoking hypnosis. But I've been experimenting with it in kinkier ways." Laura interjected, "This goes along with your training and conditioning responsibilities 'Sweeite'". "What I'm going to do is condition your mind, hypnotize you if you will, to have certain emotional responses to being a feminized maid servant. Don't worry it won't put to in a trace. But what it will do, is to cue you to become more passive and more feminine. You'll look at it as a game you're trying to win. Judging from your attire, I think you like it already, but Laura asked me to see what I could do, see if I could brainwash you... a little." Laura licked her lips. "I bet you like the idea. I bet your little willie is trying to get out." The girls giggled and then they dismissed me. After dinner, I cleaned up while they chatted. When I was done, Laura called me in. They called me in and Rebecca started speaking to me in a very regular, very rhythmic voice as Laura gazed into my eyes. I don't even remember falling asleep. When I woke up the next day, Rebecca was staying in one of the guest rooms. I made them both breakfast before Rebecca left for work. Laura left a few minutes later, as she was leaving she turned to me and said, "I'll just be out for a few hours. I'm going to go get you a phone. One you can only use to call me. Don't forget to be a good maid and clean the place while I am out. Tidy up Rebecca's room too. She's going to stay with us a little while, you know to brainwash you. Attend to her needs." "Yes, Mistress." As the week passed, I didn't remember much about my sessions with Rebecca. They'd always be right before bedtime, and I'd just wake up in my own bed the next day. A few times, they'd pull 'pranks' on me. I'd wake up hogtied and with a ball gag in my mouth. Laura would keep ringing her bell, and scold me when I didn't come. I remember one of Rebecca's jokes: "Of course she can't 'come' she's in a chastity belt." I was getting more and more frustrated every day, but I studied the voice DVD, and took the pills in hopes of blunting the frustration. Still, I'd never been so turned on in my life, it was amazing. By the end of the week the girls were having so much fun together, Laura asked Rebecca to move in, as a roommate. I'd find Rebecca's things strewn on Laura's floor from time to time, but I never caught them doing anything together. Laura explained once saying they were just playing fetish dress up, and then never bothered to explain it again. It was Friday night and Rebecca had gone to a club, leaving us alone for the evening. Laura was spread out on the couch naked. "You know Sweetie, your voice is getting a lot better. I'd say that calls for a reward." "Oh thank you Mistress!" "I'm so glad you like the idea. You know what I had in mind?" "No Mistress." "Well I was thinking since you are mine anyway, after all you signed the contract. We might try a little reversal-reversal." As a walked over to her I saw straps, locks, and pvc laid out in front of her. When I sat down, she handed me a long glove and held out her arm. I pulled up and over until it reached above her elbow and noticed it didn't have any fingers, just a mitten. "Okay do these as I hand them to you. And don't talk, not even a peep until we're done." She put a cuff in my hand and placed it around her gloved wrist. "Make it tight but not too tight," she said and handed me a lock. I clicked it, and she smiled. After doing her other arm, she had me place a body harness on her, and cuffs around her biceps that hooked to the harness so she could only move her lower arms. I pulled long pvc boots over her legs, and locked cuffs around her so that if she wanted to get around, she have to do it on all fours, using her knees. "In the white box there." She motioned with her mitt. I opened it and found a ring gag harness, with cute little cat ears. "There's still a few more things, but once you lock that on, you'll need to figure out the rest yourself." She opened her mouth, I slid in the gag. She shivered as I locked it in place. The only thing left in the box was a little cat's tail attached to a butt plug, and a note that read, "Rebecca has the keys to you and me both (sorry to trick you), when she gets back, she's going to be in charge for a while." She looked at me, her eyes smiling, and turned her rear toward me, eager as I pushed the tail into place. There wasn't much to do except wait for Rebecca, Ms. Ross to get back. Laura made a game out of frolicking in front of me, trying to act like a pet. She'd rub up against me and I'd get turned on, but with the chastity belt still in place, there wasn't much I could do about, so mostly I just gave her a very puzzled look. She waved her butt around and I felt like spanking her, but was still mindful about the contracts. Laura was sleeping when Rebecca came stumbling through the front door. She was buzzed but not drunk. She looked lonely. As she passed, she caught a glimpse of us and hurried by, I think to give us our privacy. Then she stopped, held up a finger and turned around. She whispered, stumbling over her words, "Umm... Robin... how are things going? Laura looks different." "Yes, Ms. Ross I think Laura wants to be a pet now," I said, stroking Laura's hair as she slept. "That's interesting..." "She said you had the keys to both of us." "Well she gave me your keys. Said it was for safe keeping..." "I only need one key..." I pointed down to the note. Rebecca read it. "Oh. Isn't that fun? I guess she's my pet now." "Sorry, so does that make me your slave then? Or am I still hers?" "I don't know. Your contract is still with her. We should do it so that I'm your... something. Then it would be circular. What goes along with slave and pet?" "Husband I think." Rebecca smiled at me, trying not to laugh, as Laura was still sleeping. "I see how that works. So anything else happen tonight?" "Honestly, she was supposed to let me out of this thing. I'm still going crazy." I pointed down to the belt. "Oh, well I can't let you out then. But tell you what. I think someone has been a bad kitty. I'll make sure she has a little empathy for your situation." "So you're on my side now?" "I didn't think I was on anybody's side." "You always make fun of me." "I thought you enjoyed that." "Up to a point. I'm not like Mr. Super fetish guy here. We were just experimenting." "In over your head then. That's the best way to be. Besides you don't really look much like any sort of guy anymore. I've had Barbie dolls more manly than you." She was still whispering, her tone was light- hearted. "This is turning me on again." "Look, I'm going to bed. Take care of Laura for now. Give her a bath tomorrow and feed her, make sure it's out of a bowl on the floor. I'm going to go shopping, then we'll make it official. God you two are having so much fun. I'm a little jealous." "At least you can touch yourself." "Night night." The next day, I woke up and checked on Laura. She was in her bed, still in the restraints. She had the same odd look on her face, wondering what she'd just gotten herself into, that I'd had the morning after I was turned into a maid. The worst bit looked like the ring gag. Her mouth must have been really dry, and she couldn't reach the sink by herself with her legs hobbled, so I got her a glass of water. "Sorry Mistress, but I guess you wanted the experience. Did you talk to Ms. Ross? Or I guess did Ms. Ross talk to you?" She nodded. "Is she coming back soon?" She nodded again. "She told me to wash you, I suppose because it would be hard for you by yourself." On all fours, she followed me into the bath. I helped her get in and then used a wash cloth to clean her body. She might have enjoyed the experience, but it looked like her limbs were stiff and causing her pain. After that, I took her downstairs and put a bowl of cereal on the floor. "Ms. Ross said you're supposed to eat off the floor." She looked at me with an expression of, "Are you serious?" I just smiled innocently and shrugged. Rebecca got back a little before noon, she had several packages with her. "Hello, Robin. How's Kitty holding up? That's my new pet name for her." "Kitty is in a bad mood. I think she's been in the restraints too long." "That's her own fault isn't it. But it's too late now." She called Laura, "Kitty! Come here Kitty!" Laura peered out from around the corner then cautiously crawled out and sat on the floor between us. Rebecca talked to her in a voice one would use with a pet, "Good Kitty! Does kitty like being in that restraint?" Laura shook her head. "Do you want out? You want out, don't you." Laura nodded. "Awwww... I just got my Kitty, I love my kitty. If I let you out, are you still going to be my kitty?" Nervously, Laura nodded. Rebecca sat down on the floor and pulled a large black marker out of her bag. "Okay come here, I want to draw some whiskers on my kitty." Laura didn't move. "Don't worry it's not permanent. Geesh." Timid, Laura crept up to Rebecca. The marker looked like some sort of professional make up marker. Rebecca took her time and very carefully colored the bottom of Laura's nose black so it looked like a cat's. She took out a smaller marker and added whiskers. Finally she took out an even smaller marker, and very very carefully outlined Laura's eyes with sharp black lines. Laura was afraid to struggle, and Rebecca did a very clean job. She put away the markers and turned to me. "What do you think?" "You did a very nice job Ms. Ross. She looks really cute." "I know, and when I say they're not permanent, I mean they'll fade in a few weeks. They're stain markers. Like India ink. Tattoo artists sometimes use them to try out designs." Laura made an "oh fuck" expression, but I could tell she was turned on. "Alright, it's time for Kitty's collar." Rebecca revealed a thick metal collar. It was braided metal, like an old public phone cord with a locking clasp at one end. Hanging off the clasp was a little tag that read "Kitty" on one side, and "Property of Rebecca Ross" on the other. Laura was scared but she didn't fight when Rebecca locked it around her neck. "There we are. We can get you out of that restraint now." She unlocked Laura's legs, then her mouth and removed the gag. Finally she unlocked Laura's hands. After stretching her jaw, Laura spoke, "That was dumb of me. It feels like I've been in that gag forever. I don't think I want to be a cat anymore." "Too late, you have the collar on." "So what?" Rebecca pushed a button on her key ring. Laura twitched for a few seconds. Rebecca turned to me. "Don't worry it doesn't hurt. I've tried it myself. It's just really disconcerting to have your body twitch on its own. Like I told you, I'm a clinical psychologist. These are restraint collars we've been testing for prisoner and mental patient control. They are as humane as possible. Kitty, what did it feel like?" Laura was shocked. "It felt like I might pee myself." "Yes, that is a common side effect. Anyway while I have your attention, I wanted to go over a few rules. First I'm going to give you some kitty clothes to wear. You have to wear them at all times. Unless I tell you otherwise. You can still go out, Kitties like to wander. But the clothes have to stay on as per the rules. The first is set of cute little Kitty ears." Rebecca handed Laura a black barrette with small tasteful cat ears sticking out the top. Laura seemed enthralled by the ears, she nervously put them on. "Those need to stay on at all times," Rebecca informed her, "even when you go out, except when you go to sleep." Next she pulled out a foot long black clip on tail. "Same with the tail. If anyone asks, just tell them you are a cat." "Okay, I can do that. This might be fun," Laura said cautious encouraged. "Now for the house items. These are kitty paws." Rebecca pulled out a pair of black leather mittens that locked around the wrists. "I expect you to wear these whenever you are home, cause kitties don't have hands. I'm going to give Robin a key, but she's only to unlock you when you go out. And if I catch you at home without them." She held up the button like she was going to use it. "Robin come here and help Kitty with her paws." "Yes Ms. Ross. Sorry Mistress." I slid the paws over Laura's hand and locked them into place. She shivered when I did this and chewed at her lip. "Then there are only two other house rules for cats: Stay off the furniture. Couches, chairs, and tables are for people. We'll get you some nice kitty mats you can lay on. And you'll be taking your meals out of a bowl from now on." Rebecca reached into her bag and pulled out a large silver bowl with the word "Kitty" on it. Rebecca turned to me. "Robin. I expect you to help enforce these rules. If you see her break any of them, use a spray bottle and squirt her with water. Otherwise you are still her maid, and she is still your Mistress." "Yes Ms. Ross." The rest of the day was odd, especially when Laura would order me to fill her food bowel or do things she couldn't because of the mittens. She put her plans to start work on hold and we hung around the house for a few days until we got bored. After we worked up the courage to start going out, ee'd go to semi private places, like small art theaters during off hours to see movies, browse at bondage shops. And we tended to stick to the gay district. The townhome bordered it anyway, and while people gave us odd looks, none of them were hostile. A month or so passed and Laura made an observation while I was getting dressed as a fetish maid. She was watching from the floor. "Robin, I think your boobs are growing." "Really?" "Really what?" "Sorry, really Mistress?" "Yeah, they don't have a lot of shape, but there's definitely extra material there. Try pushing them together." I grasped both sides of my chest and gently pushed, the two sides easily came together into cleavage, even without forms or tape. Laura got up to examine them. "Those hormones must really be working well on you. Some people are more sensitive to them than others." "You think it's turning me into a girl Mistress?" "It's hard to see, but I think your skin is getting soft." She lifted up my skirt to examine my torso, "Your little love handles are gone too, I think the fat has gone into your butt." When she slapped it, it felt good. "I see what you mean Mistress. What do you... sorry." "It's okay to ask. Consider this a discussion." "What do you think we should do?" "I'm not going to force you into anything. But if you want to get rid of the boobs you'll have to get surgery I think. I looked it up. It's not very involved. Like liposuction." "Oh great. I just took the pills because the belt was driving me crazy." "Don't you like the boobs?" "I guess, but not you know... permanently." "Does it turn you on?" "A little." "You could always let them grow. I hear it's a lot faster to get back to being male. And if you're going to have to have surgery anyway... why not?" "I'd be a shemale?" "Technically I'd say you already are. You have boobs and a dick." "There's guys with boobs." "And hairless faces? And who wear dresses? And those do not look like man boobs. Don't read too much into it. It just means you've got the best of both worlds, and you're a total sex toy, with big boobs, and a dick for Kitty to play with." She knew she was turning me on. "You're driving me crazy again." "I'll make you deal. This one only if you want. Thing is I never see shemales with chastity belts, and if you're going to have to have surgery anyway..." My heart was racing, I think I was drooling a little. "If you wanted to get surgery to have bigger boobs, one's you could remove later, and if you wanted to get your face feminized... well more androgenized, like a slighter slimmer nose, and shave down the adam's apple, just so you'd be perfectly passible both ways.... Except for the boobs... Then I think it might work better to toss that nasty belt." She wrapped her arms around me and started caressing my inner thighs, touching the metal tube that held me inside. I was going crazy. "Would my little sex toy like that?" she said in a cutesy voice. "Does it turn you on? Because I can't tell." She flicked her fingernails against the metal tube. "You know we could get it all reversed later, but you also know you won't because you like being Mistress's sex toy." She tossed me down on the bed and fondled every part of my body, except the one that mattered. Five minutes into it I was screaming that I wanted the surgery. We made the arrangements that afternoon. A week later and I was back from the hospital recovering. Besides work on my breasts and face, I'd had implants in my rear. It was a painfully sore two weeks of recovery. Both the girls wore pvc nurse outfits, and Rebecca let Laura out of her kitty mittens when she was helping me. The chastity belt had to stay on until I recovered, Laura said it was more fun that way. But she kept showing me all the new clothes she'd gotten me. Most were maid's uniforms with the holes cut out for my breasts and penis. Apparently, I was going to get the opposite of a chastity belt with my parts exposed as much of the time as possible. Once I recovered and the bandages came off, Laura told me she'd planned a little fetish party for my unveiling and that I was to be the slave of honor. She'd invited a about a dozen or so guests. Although I was now sporting a shelf of size 'D' boobs, the things that caught my attention were the changes to my face. My nose wasn't much smaller, but it was perfectly straight, it used to be pointed down a hair and now it was level. My lips had been plumped ever so slightly, and whenever I parted them I thought of a perfectly pink vagina. They'd ordered in food, so I wouldn't have to cook, just serve. Laura helped me get dressed as Rebecca greeted the guests. I heard the murmur of conversation from the next room. She left the chastity belt until the last second, dressing me in a fuchsia and white pvc maid's outfit with a tutu style skirt that blossomed out just below the waist, leaving my crotch exposed though I couldn't see it. My breasts hung out from two separate holes, and I was up on seven inch white pvc platform boots. She put a drink serving tray in my left arm, filled with long stem champagne glasses. Then she kneeled down, unlocked the chastity belt, slid it off me, and tossed it in the garbage. She got in behind me, caressed my shoulders, strapped a ball gag into my mouth, and gently pushed me out into the living room to meet our guests. I felt a bit of relief when I saw they were all in fetish gear. There were about two dozen people. Some I recognized, like the lawyer, she was in a strait jacket, and the woman from the fetish shop. But most were new faces. They all very politely came up and I handed them a glass from the tray. Laura rung her glass with a silver spoon, "A toast to my newly completed sexy toy, and shemale sissy maid, Robin. May she stay in pvc and too much makeup forever and ever." A few in the crowd chuckled, most thought it was sweet, and all of them seemed strangely impressed. Rebecca was a little distant during the whole affair. She didn't get much attention except when Laura was discussing being a cat. Rebecca led her around on a leash for a while, but she still seemed out of it. I kept it to myself, but she was in for a pleasant surprise once the party was over and she checked her email. While I was recovering from surgery I'd hacked into her computer through the wi-fi, and knew just how to cheer her up. * * * Dear Rebecca Ross, I know everything. I know how you falsified records in your last clinical study to get more funding from the state. I know that cheated on your taxes. I know you lied to a federal judge to get out of jury duty. I have all your records, and your diary. You've done all this to get what you want. If you don't want anyone else to know these things, I want something from you. If you agree, let me know by altering your appearance. I want you to look butch. Dye your hair jet black, get it cut shorter and start spiking it up. Start wearing army boots all the time. I'm not fucking around. Do this or I turn you into the police and your life will be ruined. You will also need to go to the "usual" fetish shop, a package will be waiting for you. You will buy it and wear it all the time you are home. Sincerely, Your Anonymous Blackmailer * * * Laura and I had left for afternoon to go see a movie and have an early dinner. When we got back, there was a woman lying on the couch listening to the TV. Her entire body was shiny and black, covered in black PVC. The only parts exposed were two perfectly red lips. She was wearing shiny black army boots. "Who's there?" she asked, and Laura giggled. Posted on Fictionmania (Review it if you like it. It makes me happy.) [email protected]