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An hour later, in the bathroom, the Black Queen showed me to a full-length mirror. "Take a good look at yourself, Jill Baby!" she laughed. I was almost unrecognizable. She had shaved all the hair from my body. Skin lotions and powder had given my flesh a silky, sensuous tone. My hair was set in feminine curls that tickled my ears. My eyebrows were plucked into a graceful feminine arch above shadowed eyes with long feminine lashes. My cheeks were rouged to a delicate blush and my lips painted into a sultry red pout. I looked incredibly feminine. But the Black Queen had not stopped there. She had also changed my manner of dress considerably. First, she had removed my leather G-string, soaked it in hot water, and re-tied it in place more snugly than ever. It was cruelly tight and only the slightest masculine bulge was visible. Moreover, I realized that as it dried, it would shrink, compressing my genitals into an even smaller package! Next, she decided that my figure should be a bit more feminine. I was laced into a corset that must be nearly as confining as Giselle's, taking six inches from my waist and making me breathless with pain. The corset ended just below my chest and was cut in such a way as to push my smooth chest into a shape like small breasts. The Black Queen commented that it rounded out my ass nicely, too! To accentuate this feature - my ass - the Black Queen laced me into a pair of black high heels with five-inch spikes that made my legs seem longer and forced me to jut out my bottom and arch my back just to stand upright! A ruffled black leather skirt, only six inches in its length, was fastened around my waist for a frivolous effect. Finally, the Black Queen shortened the leather thong between my ankles, so that I could take only the tiniest steps, and she cut away the thong that held my wrist-cuffs together. She re-tied the cuffs to D-rings at the sides of the corset so that I had to keep my hands on my hips, a pose that emphasized my bosom. This was the sight that looked back at me from the mirror. "Oh!? I gasped. "Is this really me?" It seemed too awful to be true. "It sure is, honey!" The Black Queen whispered in my ear. "You're a lesbian now, baby. It's what you've always wanted and now you've got it and don't you look just lovely!" NO I wanted to shout. I don't look lovely! I looked just awful. The effeminate creature in the mirror was a mockery of the real me. I felt so embarrassed by my sexy appearance that I wanted to Just run and hide myself! But I knew I had to play along. Until she fell, asleep, escape from the Black Queen was impossible. Meekly, I answered, "Yes, ma'am, I look just - just lovely." "Talk in a higher, more feminine voice, Jill, dear," The Black Queen said calmly. "The way your voice sounds, anyone would think you were a man or something." I made a high-pitched voice. "I'll try, ma'am" "That's not much better, Jill, she said, "Perhaps this will help!" She stepped behind me quickly. Suddenly a hot crack of pain shot across my ass! I heard a resounding SLAP! followed by three more. "Oochl Oh-Oh! Owl Please stop, Ma'am!" I squeaked, effeminately. "Well, that helped a little." The Black Queen's smiled a seemed a bit wider and her voice gentler than ever. "I'll have to do that much more often!" She opened the bathroom door. "Now let's go show Cyn how nice you turned out!" "Show Cynthia?" I whined in dismay. "D-do we have to let C-Cynthia see me this way, Ma'am?" Cynthia knew me as a real man's man. We were friends in our own way and I was terribly reluctant to show myself to her in this embarrassing state. And I had just thought of another problem: The wrist-cuffs Cynthia had thoughtfully provided with the concealed keys would only work if my hands were tied fairly close together. The idea behind them was to slip the key out of the left hand cuff with the right hand and vice-versa. Each hand had to unlock the opposite cuff. But now, my 'wrists were secured at the sides, near my hips! There was no way to get my hands close enough together to escape unless the Black Queen or Cynthia changed my bondage. And the Black Queen seemed to like me just as I was! "Not show Cyn?" she chuckled. "Why, Jill, honey, I wouldn't dream of hiding a sexy bitch like you from my friend." She picked up an odd device that looked like a wide leather clothes-pin. "I'm still not satisfied with your voice, though. The more I hear it, the worse it seems. Open your mouth." I obeyed. "Wider," the Black Queen ordered. I stretched my mouth open as wide as it would go. And I felt the leather device clamp over my tonguel "Uurrgghhl" I gurgled. The clamp filled my mouth. It was wide and round at the end, forcing me to hold my mouth open, preventing me from loosening it with my teeth, effectively silencing me. What a fix! "Now let's just have you mince down the hall to the bedroom." She picked up a wet hand towel. "Here, I'll help you, Sweetie!" And she stepped behind me and snapped the towel at my rump! "Move along now, baby. Don't make Blackie mad!" An awful, trapped feeling came over me as I hobbled down the hall in the painful heels, the towel cracking on my bottom. I completely forgot about rescuing Giselle; all I could think about was that I, Clinton Crayle, was caught, feminized, bound, gagged and spanked by a black dominatrix. Now who needed rescuing? The shoes and corset forced me to swish my ass wildly from side to side as I walked, and the Black Queen snapped the towel with every step. In the bedroom, Cynthia was seated on the edge of the old-fashioned brass bed, her back to us completely nude. Giselle crouched on the floor in front of her, silent in her rubber bondage, painting Cynthia's toenails. "Look here what I found, Cyn honey," the black woman announced. "A sexy Jill Girl!" Cynthia wiggled around on the bed to look at us. The sight of her bouncing breasts and flashing legs would have aroused me any other time. But now I was shivering with embarrassment at my appearance --and at her reaction! "Ah! Hal Ha-ha-ha! Hal" She broke up in laughter. "Oh Baby! Ha ha ha ha! Would you look at you?" She got up off the bed and came over to my blushing figure. "Oh look at those promising little boobs! And that wild make-up! Ooo, your ass is so smooth and pink!" Another gale of laughter. "Oh, Blackie, how do you do it? She looks so sexy!" "She sure does," The Black Queen nodded. "I'll bet Giselle will just love her!" Giselle? My head spun at what 'the Black Queen was saying. "That's what makes me the Black Queen," She said proudly. "Giselle! I left Jill's manicure for you to do on purpose. It will be a nice way for you two girls to get acquainted. I want her nails the same shade as yours are under those gloves. Now get started!" Giselle curtsied, her eyes fearful inside the mask, and scurried to obey. Cynthia cupped m cheek softly in one hand and smiled at me tenderly. "Honey," she said, "The things you get yourself into!" As Giselle knelt in front of me, brushing polish on my fingernails, the Black Queen undressed and joined Cynthia on the bed. The two women propped themselves up on the head-rail with fluffy pillows and sipped wine. When my nails were dry, they began calling out orders to us. "Jill: give Giselle a thank-you kiss!" I obediently pressed my tongue- clamp to Giselle's dildo-gag. "Giselle: put some rouge on Jill's nipples! See how they stick up when you do that!" "Jill: get down and kiss Giselle's feet; He-heeee! Now kiss her ass!" Like two silent puppets, we acted out their every command. Kissing and caressing each other intimately, dancing together, even making love like women. I quickly found that Giselle's genitals were just as tightly confined as mine, hidden away and inaccessible, but that didn't lessen the shame I felt as I buried my face in her crotch while she did likewise tome on the floor in front of the two women. I was kneeling on an armchair, bent forward over the back while Giselle warmed my bottom with a rubber paddle, when the Black Queen interrupted us: "Damn!" she said. "Cynthia's asleep and I am horny as hell. That girl never could hold her liquor! Gisellel Bring Jill over here and lay her down on the bed." Giselle obeyed. When I was lying on the bed, face up, the Black Queen sat on my chest and put her hand on my tongue-clamp. "Jill, honey," she said, "We're gonna see if that tongue of yours is really good for anything. And if it's not, I guarantee you'll be one sorry little girl!" She removed the tongue-clamp and slid forward onto my face. By now, I was in a state of bizarre erotic confusion. The excitement of traveling across town in a state of undress, the chilling fear of being made helpless by a pair of dominatrices, and my embarrassment at being forced to "make-out" with the ultra-feminine rubber maid had put my emotions in turmoil. Being forcibly transformed into a sexually alluring feminine creature and having my name changed made me feel a strange loss of identity. Now, as the beautiful Black Queen lowered her luscious pussy to my painted lips, I felt an incredible sexual arousal. Like an eager lesbian, I tongued and kissed my mistress' love nest passionately. She was moaning with pleasure and I felt my cock swell within its leather confinement, bringing a tingling pain to my groin. The Black Queen leaned back, bracing herself on my firm breasts and long feminine legs, while lovingly, feverishly, I pleasured her with all the talent I could and was rewarded by her sudden cry of ecstasy as she climaxed above me. Then, she was off my face, lying beside me on the huge bed. On my other side, Cynthia slept soundly, erotically nude. The Black Queen lay propped up on one elbow, toying with my nipples. Over her bare shoulder, I could see Giselle now standing at rapt attention in her rubber confinement. "My, my, honey!" The Black Queen sighed. "You are one talented little lezzie! That was a real nice little clit-come. But now I want one of those deep down orgasms. The kind I can only get with a cock inside me!" My manhood surged again at her words, brining another fresh wave of pain to my hampered crotch. "Ooooh!" I cooed. "That sounds so nice, ma'am!" The promise of release for my confined cock and the hope of sexual pleasure with this magnificent creature was an incredible turn-on! Now she was reaching over to the ebony night-stand. I was sure she was going to cut away my G-stringl Instead, she produced a strange-looking gadget of leather straps and firm plastic. "This is Just like the gag Giselle is wearing," the Black Queen said brightly. "See? I just put this plastic ring in your mouth and fasten it behind your head..." She pushed in the device. My teeth closed on it firmly as she secured it: It was a hollow ring of semi-soft plastic that forced me to keep my mouth open. Then she held up a nine-inch dildo. "Giselle's gag features one of these too," she said, flicking the plastic cock lightly against her nipples, making her breasts jiggle delightfully. "Hers is smaller, of course, but I'm going to fix yours a little differently." She snapped the plastic cock into my waiting mouth piece, but instead of putting it in head first for me to suck on, as Giselle was doing, she snapped it in at the base, so that its length stuck out from my face. Now she stroked it tenderly. "Ahh, what a lovely cock you have there, Jill Don't you just love for me to caress it! Why, you're moaning, dear! Did you think I was going to take off your little leather G-string and let you fuck me? What a silly little girl you are! No man has ever been allowed sexual relief in this house--And no man ever will. Not even feminine little sissy-men like you and Giselle." She got up on her knees and smiled down at me. "Think about that, Sweetie!" Swiftly, she turned her back on me. I gazed longingly at the sensuous curve of her ass as she lowered her pussy down on to my cock-gag. Her knees framed my head and her bottom-cheeks brushed my nose as she moved sensuously up and back over my face, her fingers caressing my breasts. For several minutes, my world was a soft, dark prison of flesh as the Black Queen fucked the dildo. Then at last she moaned, long and deep, and was still. More minutes went mistily by as she rested on my face, soaking in the afterglow of sex. Finally, she got up off me and stood beside the bed. "That was real fine, Jill Baby. Just wonderful. But I'im getting a little sleepy, so I'll just have Giselle fix you up for bed." The Black Queen turned to the rubber maid. "Giselle, get some nightwear for you and your friend." Giselle promptly minced over to a closet and removed her clothing. Her flesh-colored latex covering made her look startlingly nude without her rubber dress and underwear, despite the fact that her body was still completely covered. I could barely make out a confining rubber corset and padded rubber breasts beneath the latex. Her long-haired wig still concealed the locks that I knew were securing her feminine mask and stiff, high collar. Giselle returned to the bed with two brief pink baby-doll nighties. Both were strapless. She pulled hers on and adjusted it over her bosom, where an elastic band held it up. She tugged wispy pink panties over her hips. Now the Black Queen untied the leather strap that held my wrist-cuffs at my sides. I quivered with anticipation. This might be my chance! My ankles were still secured close together, so there was no chance for me to make a sudden break, but if the Black Queen were to re-tie my hands close enough together.. . Freedom! To my delight, the Black Queen put the nightie on me and tied my wrist- cuffs together in front of me. I could have thanked her out loud, but I was still wearing the dildo-gag! Now she untied my ankle-cuffs, removed my high heels, and pantied me. "Ho hummm," she yawned, "You girls sure do wear a body out!" She took a sip of wine. "You two can just keep each other company tonight. Sit down on the bed, down at the foot, facing each other." We obeyed. I felt the sheer nightie caress my chest and bottom and tickle the tops of my thigh as I moved about on the bed. "Jill, honey, slip your arms over Giselle. You'll both have to intertwine your legs to get close enough. That's right." As Giselle and I moved into the mockery of an intimate embrace, the Black Queen tied Giselle's hands together behind me and re-connected my ankle-cuffs so that Giselle and I were a human knot. "Now, for a permanent good night kiss!" the Black Queen announced. Deftly, she adjusted Giselle's gag, removing the dildo portion from the plastic ring in her mouth. Then she pushed our faces together. The plastic cock that protruded from my mouth--still covered with the Black Queen's juices--s lid into Giselle's mouth-ring and snapped Into place. We were bound together in an obscene kiss that would last all night! "Ooo, don't you girls look sweet, loving away at each other like that! Sleep tight, now!" I could hear the Black Queen moving about on the bed, but the only thing I could see was Giselle, her face in front of me, her eyes deep and blue as my own. Her long lashes batted as she looked away in shame, then glanced back at my own feminized eyes. As Giselle and I crouched there, wrapped in each other's arms and legs, I wondered about her. How did she feel about her bizarre role-change and the strange things we had been compelled to do? What would her reaction be when I freed myself? It was time to find out. I could hear the Black Queen breathing heavily on the bed. Swiftly, I pulled the keys from the wrist-cuffs and set to work. In a few minutes, my hands and feet were free. I wriggled out of Giselle's embrace and unfastened the gag from my face. With a sigh, I pulled away. Free and unbound at last! There was work to be done. I fiddled with the plastic cock in Giselle's mouth and finally managed to pull it out. "George Lake?" I asked. The voice was hoarse with lack of use. "I am George Lake, yes." Talking was obviously painful. "My name's Clinton Crayle," I said. "And I'm here to rescue you--if you want to be rescued!" "Yes!" he croaked. "Please - please, help me!" A quick search of the ebony night stand turned up the keys to Giselle's mask and collar. I untied her wrists and opened the locks. George Lake swiftly pulled off the mask. His smooth-shaven face was a sheen of sweat and his blond hair was matted down. "Thank God," he sighed. "Who sent you?" "Your wife sent me." I could see new worry in his face so I went on. "She knows all about you and she wants you back." "She-she knows? And she wants me back?" "I wouldn't be here if she didn't. Now let's get you out of here. I put a very mild drug in that wine, so we'd better hurry." "You said it!" he agreed. Hurriedly, he undressed. As he took off his latex body suit, I had a chance to see how it worked. The whole thing was made of flesh-tone super-thin rubber. Long gloves reached clear to his shoulders. A skin-tight rubber t-shirt met the gloves and reached to his waist. Sheer rubber pantyhose ran from waist to toe. Inside the pantyhose, a kind of rubber jock strap had been placed on him. The front of the strap was super-small and made of semi-flexible plastic. A small hole at the bottom allowed him to urinate, but the device would painfully punish an erection. He took it off with a sigh of relief and started pulling off his corset. The corset was a thin but strong affair, made of latex reinforced with nylon bands. It appeared to be infinitely adjustable and had been pulled in to a waist-cutting, back-arching tightness. Two false rubber breasts attached at the top bounced and jiggled realistically. George finally pulled this off. His nude body was covered with perspiration and he shivered. "My clothes," he said. "They're locked away in that dresser." Another search through the night stand let me find the proper key. In a short time, he was dressed and ready to go. "My car's a block away," he said. "I can't thank you enough for this, Mr. Crayle." "Don't worry," I said. "You'll get my bill. And you'd better take off that eye make-up before you go!" As he wiped away the mascara and eye shadow, he asked, "But how are you getting away?" "Cynthia's a friend of mine," I explained. "I'll wake her up in a little while and we'll be gone before the Black Queen knows what happened." "Mr. Crayle," George Lake said solemnly, "I've heard a little about you, but I had no idea that you did such excellent work. You can believe that I'm going to recommend you wherever I go. Thanks again and good-bye." When he'd gone, I returned to the bedroom. By prodding Cynthia and gently calling her name, I got her to stir. "Wake up, Cyn," I whispered, "We've got to get out of here!" "Hunh? What-?" she muttered drowsily, then slapped her forehead. "Ooo! Get me an aspirin!" "No time for that," I said. "Get up. We've got to get going." "I SAID GET ME AN ASPIRIN -- YOU LITTLE SISSY!" I gasped in shock at Cynthia's tone. And in fear at her loudness as the Black Queen stirred briefly. Too much noise might wake her! Hurriedly, I scurried off to get an aspirin. In the bathroom, I saw myself in the mirror and realized why Cynthia might have been so harsh. I looked as helpless and feminine as ever. True, I was no longer tied and gagged, but the corset and G-string still gave feminine contours to my body. My hair and make-up were as stunning as ever, and the sheer silk nightie, clinging to my small breasts, added considerably to the effect. I knew I'd have to get out of this outfit soon, but there was nothing else for me to wear! I hurried back with aspirin and water. Cynthia was sitting up in bed, looking dazedly about her. She took the aspirin. "Now go to the kitchen and get me a Cola or something to clear my head," she ordered. "Uggh. That wine was spiked, wasn't it, you sneak?" I admitted it had been drugged. "Well, that's a dirty trick. Now get me that cola." I hurried to obey. It felt so strange to be unbound, yet still taking orders from Cynthia. And in this ridiculous outfit! The air was cool on my bare legs and shoulders as I fetched the drink from the kitchen. Back in the bedroom, Cynthia gulped the Cola greedily. "That's better," she sighed. "Now what's all this about? Where's Giselle?" "She's escaped. I mean he has. I let him go. That's what I came here for. Now we've got to get out of here before the Black Queen wakes up and finds out!" "You let her go?" Cynthia's eyes narrowed. "You let one of the Black Queen's slaves escape? On purpose?" "Of course. Why else would a man like me come here?" Really, it was taking me too long to explain all this to Cynthia. I knew she wasn't stupid and I felt Impatient. "You know I'm not into this! Now let's go." "Hold on there, Clinton," Cynthia grabbed my arm and leaned forward, her firm breasts jutting out. "Just what do you suppose the Black Queen's going to think when she wakes up and finds out that I've gone and the slaves have disappeared?" "I-I guess she'll be pretty mad." I hadn't thought about this. "Pretty mad just about sums it up." Cynthia said. "And the last hooker who got Blackie 'pretty mad' ended up working in Tijuana for two pesos a trick!" "But you didn't know!" I protested. "I'm the one she should come for!" "Oh, she will, sweetheart. After I've spilled my guts to her enforcers. And when she catches you, she'll probably have you neutered!" "Cyn!" I gasped. "Would she really do that?" "I've seen her do that." "But-but what can we do?" "I don't know. Let me think. Go get me another Cola. And put a little Gin in it." Cynthia leaned back on the pillows. Shivering, I hurried back to the kitchen. When I returned to the bedroom, Cynthia looked much brighter. "I've got it!" she said, "I know what we can do to get out of this mess." "How?" I asked anxiously. "It's okay if you escape; you're my slave. At least that's what Blackie thinks. All we need is for Giselle to be here when she wakes up. Since Blackie tied you two up, she'll probably think it's her fault one of you escaped." "But George Lake would never willingly come back here," I protested. "Even if we could get him back in time I" Cynthia sipped at the drink. She slid her lovely legs off the bed and stood up, looking me square in the eye. "Honey, you're not listening," she said, "George Lake didn't escape. Jimmy Morton, alias Clinton Crayle, is the one who got loose, re-tied Giselle, and stole all of George Lake's clothes. Both slaves were the same height and build, so he could get away with it easily." "What-what are you saying, Cynthia?" I was starting to suspect what her plan was. I hoped I was wrong. "Giselle never left here," Cynthia looked at me meaningfully. "Did you, Giselle? The Black Queen won't have to be upset now, because when she wakes up, her little slave will still be here, encased in rubber. The blond-haired, blue-eyed silent slave whose face she's never seen:, Giselle!" "It'll never work," I tried to argue. "I-I'll move around differently. I won't know the routines, the training that Gi-George had." "In that rubber suit, corset and heels, there's only one way anyone could move around. And I'll insist that Blackie show me how she trained you. Any mistakes you make will look like you're doing them on purpose because you like to get punished. Besides," Cynthia concluded, "Blackie would never suspect that a stranger would willingly take the place of one of her slaves]" "But how will I get out?" Cynthia was starting to convince me, and I didn't like it. "How will I ever get free again?" "Blackie plans on freeing Giselle in about a week, remember? I'll make it a point to be around when she does, so I can get you back to my place." Cynthia considered the matter settled. "Let's get started." A half-hour later, I was no longer Clinton Crayle, private detective. I was Giselle, the rubber maid. My rubber pantyhose stretched up my long feminine legs and molded the sexy curve of my ass. They also covered the rubber jock strap that confined and concealed my useless manhood. Rubber skin stretched across my arms and chest, outlining my proud breasts and the corseted slenderness of my waist. Above my high, neck-straining collar, my feminine rubber face and blonde wig framed my wide blue eyes. I looked at the figure I presented in the mirror: Giselle. "Here, put these high heels on," Cynthia said. "I'll explain in a minute." She was still nude, and the display of her lush body was still exciting. I wanted to demand an explanation now, but I couldn't speak. The gag was strapped on firmly under my mask. The plastic cock in my mouth was still sweet from the Black Queen's pussy. Dutifully, I crouched down and put on the heels. "I figure that when 'Jimmy' escaped, he had to tie you up to keep you from rousing Blackie and me," Cynthia went on. As she spoke, she fastened the cuffs to my wrists, And this time, she had removed the secret keys. "So he put the cuffs on you and tied them behind your back." She bound them securely behind me. 'Then he decided to strip off Giselle's nightie and panties, leaving her nude in latex." She shoved me to the mirror. "Just as you are now. See?" she smiled. She came around behind me again. I could feel her breasts pressing my arms as she did something with my wrist bondage. She kept talking softly to me. "Do you know what he did to Giselle next?" she purred, "He made her put on those horrible high heels and stand right here, didn't he, Giselle? Then he saw that hook in the ceiling and pulled your arms up behind you like this!" In a few seconds she had run a cord from my wrists to the hood overhead. She tugged on the cord, pulling my wrists up and out to just above my waist. The bondage was not too uncomfortable. "That's not too bad, is it, Darling?" she asked with tender concern. "But then 'Jimmy' did something just awful to poor Giselle!" Swiftly she fixed cuffs to my ankles and anchored the cuffs to rings in the floor, immobilizing my feet, first left, then right. Then she ran another cord from the D-ring on my left ankle cuff up to a ring on the front of my collar and back down to my right ankle. She pulled on the free end of the cord. "See what happened when 'Jimmy' tightened the cord, Giselle? It got shorter and poor Giselle had to start bending!" And bend I did! As Cynthia pulled, I was forced into a half-crouch, head down and ass up held upright only by the bondage that secured my wrists to the ceiling and feet to the floor. Cynthia tied off the cord. "There! I think that's a lovely pose!" I could only see Cynthia's bare feet now as she walked around me. "Well, Giselle, that's how 'Jimmy' tied you up and made his escape. How does it feel, Darling?" It felt terrible! My limbs ached in the awful bondage and I was growing warm in the latex sheath. The naked, feminine picture I presented was humiliating. I wanted to beg for release. But I could only suck on the rubber dildo. Luxuriously, Cynthia stretched out on the floor so she could look me in the face. She saw my gaze devouring her luscious body and smiled. "Remember what a know-it-all you were when we started out, Sweetheart? Well, here's something you didn't know." She paused, then continued, with glee, "Blackie doesn't mind a bit when one of her slaves escapes! She says they always come back for more. We could have walked out of here with no problem at all!" She saw the question in my eyes, and went on, pleasure apparent in every word: "I don't appreciate having things kept from me. I don't like having one of my friends try to use me to hurt another friend. And I especially don't like having drugs slipped to me! I kind of like you, but I still couldn't let you get away with treating me like that. Well, you're going to pay very dearly for it!" She reached up and idly stroked my latex-covered breast as she continued, "Maybe I can talk Blackie into keeping Giselle a little longer. After all, she kept a man prisoner for almost a month, once! We'll see. . . ." She cupped a hand to my chin and kissed me tenderly on the gag. "Pleasant dreams, Giselle!" Cynthia rose and returned to the bed, leaving me like that. I cursed the luck that had brought me to this, bound and feminized at the mercy of a black dominatrix and a spiteful girl friend! A few words the Black Queen had said earlier came back to me now. Tomorrow, she would start teaching Giselle "new tricks" for a party. I wished desperately that I could get free. But freedom was for other people. People like Clinton Crayle, private detective. And now I was Giselle, the Rubber Maid. The End