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PLAYTHING by Geneva
A powerful businessman muses on his plans for revenge on an old enemy.
It has taken me some time and much detailed planning to come to this
part of my revenge for the years of your demeaning comments and slights.
Actually, I feel slightly apprehensive but now I can set the procedure
in motion. This is the crux, but certainly not the finish of my plans
for you. I will be careful and methodical. I intend to enjoy the
continual oversight, dominance and attention that will now be required
of me and my helpers, and controlling the evolving effects over the
years to come.
So now, in the dark cell I have prepared for you, you wait unwittingly
for what I have so long planned. In your bondage, you look at my
shrouded figure in terror. I had wondered how I might fasten you.
Chains, even ropes, have their symbolism and I admit I was tempted to
use them, but you are secured sufficiently enough with the steel cable
attached to the collar locked on your neck. The arrangement is flexible
and efficient. You experience much bewilderment too, as you do not know
what is happening, or its reasons, and you certainly do not know the
nature of the fate I have for you. You only see me occasionally as a
hooded masked figure, one who pushes water and food through the slot in
the cell door three times per day, but who is totally mute to your
entreaties. I am careful with your food. I supply you with an adequate
and balanced diet. After all, you must be healthy for my plans.
At first, in your cell, you pleaded with me. No, at first you screamed
and shouted until you were hoarse. I even had the satisfaction of seeing
you cry in frustration, like a woman, ironically enough. Even now you do
not know where you are, nor even my identity, your captor. I have not
spoken to you either, to add to your terror. Perhaps your screams will
be good practice for higher pitched ones. When my revenge is underway
you will find yourself with many more tears with the sudden and
overwhelming realization that your old life and body are gone. You will
face helpless bewilderment in the face of what has happened to you and
the awfully changed life that awaits you.
We played together as boys from a very early age, but even as a child
you understood our relative stations in life, and those of our parents,
and you used your position to humiliate and demean me. They were little
cuts, but persistent, and you acquired greater skill in twisting the
knife as the years passed. I compliment you on your skills. I actually
learned much from you and have occasionally put these same techniques to
use in my own career. I accepted your behavior at first. I had no
choice, I suppose. My father was only a servant to your father. My
mother served in your mother's kitchen.
Approaching manhood, I was sent to live with some relatives some
distance away and it was there I grew to maturity. At last, by some turn
of fate, I returned to see that you had grown too, a young man, an heir,
with the world ahead of you with the help of your late father's wealth
and prestige. You had even grown in your arrogance and expected me to
revert to my old subservient position.
Your overbearing and arrogant attitude grated on me, but I am patient. I
tolerated it until I had the means to turn the tables and, yes, take my
revenge.
My chance came with my army service. It was in Europe, the war over, and
stationed in Germany, that my luck turned. During exploration of an old
castle that had served as a base for some German army operations, I came
across its wrecked library, replete with ancient volumes, and, rummaging
through a broken panel in a shelf, I found the book. I must admit that
it appeared nothing much at first, just a small book with a worn yellow
cover. I was even about to toss it aside when a casual glance revealed
some faint writing in an unusual script, and out of curiosity I decided
to keep it.
I also picked up some other old tomes, leather covered, took them with
me, but thought no more about them until some years later when I
happened to examine them.
But most importantly, I unearthed a number of gold bars, and these
provided the beginnings of my fortune. Later, a civilian in the world of
business, I used the gold for some extremely fortunate business
dealings, as I have skills there. Thus, in only a few years, I had
become very wealthy, with considerable international holdings. With my
busy life you had almost slipped my mind, and it was one day when I
returned to see my boyhood home that we met again and my resentment rose
afresh.
Unsuspecting, you actually greeted me like a long-lost brother, and I
even pretended a warm greeting to you, but I saw you had not changed.
You still had the same arrogance and facility with casual insult. I
knew how you treated me but, if anything, your treatment of women was
worse. You abused my sister Louise. I found you had even impregnated one
of your serving maids, then casually sent her away. I discovered that
she later had a spontaneous abortion and fortunately she was not faced
with having any child of your's.
I fumed at your arrogance, but I thought of no method of revenge until
one evening, going through some old stuff, that I chanced to look at the
little book.
I found that it purported to have a collection of magic spells. When I
first read these I even laughed. There was a foreword to each, written
in Gothic German script, but all of the actual spells, in a Roman
script, were in some strange language, one that made no sense. In my
curiosity I even sought the advice of a trained linguist, showing him a
copy of one of the spells but he only shook his head.
The German words were easy enough to translate. According to them, the
accompanying spells or incantations were remedies to number of medical
conditions. Of course, I dismissed the book and its contents as some
archaic hoax, but on reading one out loud, sounding out the words, I had
the shock of discovering that a burn that I had carelessly inflicted on
myself some days before healed rapidly in a just a few minutes with
minimal scarring.
Intrigued, I gradually tried the other spells, as the occasions
presented themselves, growing more and more awed and impressed with the
power of the book until the idea developed in my mind how I might use
one of the last spells on you for revenge. You see, it was described as
having the power to change a man to a woman! There was even a following
spell to reverse the effect of the first.
I am a methodical person, and even with the proof of the effectiveness
of the other spells I was skeptical. Of course, I did not dare try it on
myself and it was only when I was able, by discreet advertising, to find
Edward, a gay young man, who was willing to try a trans-gender
experiment, that I got my proof.
While I had removed myself out of hearing, Edward sounded out the words
to the spell. Returning to him, I saw no change, and I thought that the
spell was useless, but in some minutes he began to shiver. Soon his
shivers were uncontrolled, taking over his whole body until he lapsed
into deep unconsciousness.
I was concerned. He looked close to death and I might be faced with the
difficulty of hiding a corpse. But soon his body began to change, his
male physique and genitalia changing beneath my eyes, rearranging and
changing proportions until what was below me was the figure of a woman.
My worries were not over, as the young woman lay unconscious for many
hours more, finally struggling to consciousness in a day and a half.
She was shocked, amazed, but almost immediately delighted with her new
body. I hastily made sure she had physical care and attention, but,
finding herself suddenly as a woman, she also needed much feminine
advice and care in the months to follow. Now Edith, as she calls
herself, is delighted with her new life and body, and is my faithful and
devoted helper.
It was thus I knew the spell worked, and I began to plan my revenge on
you.
So, I think again of my future plans for you. I have possession of an
island off the west coast. It is there I will keep you after your
transformation, and where you will spend the rest of your life, as a
woman, a fit fate for one who has abused women in the past. It will be
as if your male self has disappeared entirely.
Under the guise of friendship I visited you, drugged you with some
soporific and smuggled you to my mansion, to this cell I had prepared in
a cellar, and secured you to the cable. For good measure I keep you
naked at the moment, other than the tight collar locked round your neck.
Now my plans are almost ready. Edith will read the spell to you, out of
my hearing, of course, and I will watch until you fall unconscious. I
will then take over and, when you have been transformed, you will be
transported to my private island while you are still unconscious.
You will be terrified at first, when you wake up and find yourself in a
woman's body, a beautiful one, according to the spell. It has certainly
made Edith a most beautiful woman. I shall enjoy watching you as you
wake from the spell in a totally different body, discovering its curves,
hollows and orifices in those first days of terror, despair and
bewilderment. I will film you too, so that I will be able to continually
relish your emotions. It is only when some days have passed that I will
have Edith reveal herself to you, and pass you the explanation, that you
are now sentenced to a new restricted and circumscribed life, and in a
new body.
I shall watch you as you rapidly discover the textures of your new body,
that you have breasts and that your male genitalia have disappeared,
replaced by those of a woman.
I imagine too, that your first menstruation will be traumatic for you,
making it further evident that your life is changed. Even Edith,
enthusiastically happy with her new body and life, has confided that she
would prefer if being a woman did not involve the monthly periods.
You will have pretty figure, judging by what Edith experienced. Your
breasts will be full enough, but perky, and carried high on your chest.
Your waist will be narrow. Your hips and rear will be full, and
generous, but without any heaviness. Your limbs will be slim and fine.
Your face will be beautiful, with generous pouting lips. Your nose and
ears will be small, and your cheekbones high. Your eyes will be
sparkling and clear, except of course for these first days when I expect
they will be full of tears. Your eyebrows will be high arched and
feminine under a high forehead.
Your limbs will be naturally almost hairless, only with fine feminine
hair. You will have lost all male facial hair.
As Edith has her own life to lead, my sister Louise will rule you when I
am away. She will be strict. She has her own resentment and understands
and shares the reasons for my hatred. She will willingly participate in
your punishment.
Appropriate to a woman's body, I will set you with the life of a woman.
Always, you will wear only women's clothing. Skirts or dresses will be
mandatory, and only in soft and delicate feminine fabrics. You will wear
stockings of course, and a brassiere. That will be important for both
its symbolism as a female garment, and for its necessity, as I expect
that the spell will leave you well endowed. Edith is happy with the
fullness of her breasts. To support your stockings you will be expected,
no, required, to wear garters. I will have you wear firm open girdles or
even corselettes every day, or perhaps occasionally garter belts.
Occasionally, if the mood takes me, I will permit you to wear pantyhose.
Some other times I will have you ferociously laced within an inch of
your life in boned corsets. Other lingerie, as permitted, will be lacy
slips, panties and petticoats, their delicate fabrics contrasting with
the stricture of your foundations.
Either Louise or Edith will guide you as you first dress in women's
attire. I will study your face, relishing your blushes as you first
experience dressing in women's underwear, hooking your brassiere, and
gartering your stockings. You will feel your panties smooth against your
bare mons, your bra cradling and lifting your new breasts, the tension
of its straps, the pressure of your girdle on your hips and waist, the
tug of your garters on your nylon stockings, and their smoothness on
your legs. At night, you will experience the smooth slipperiness of
your nylon satin nightwear. You will have only sheer nightdresses, with
filmy peignoirs. You will sleep only on satin sheets.
I have been thinking about colours for your lingerie. White or black
would certainly be appropriate. I wondered about red, but other colours
would be pretty and feminine too so I will permit all except beige. Your
lingerie must be noticeable against your pale skin at all times.
You will use nothing but soaps and lotions with feminine scents. You
will wear perfume everyday. I have some preferences there. Floral musks
will be appropriate and will be supplied to you.
You will never be permitted to wear pants. On cold days you will be
permitted to wear a long skirt or tights. You will be expected to wear
heeled shoes for most occasions and you will be required to walk
gracefully in them. No, you will walk gracefully at all times. Your
deportment will always be obedient and demure. Actually your life will
be that of a pampered mistress, but I will be a hard master. You will be
a beautiful accessory, complementing me at the occasional function where
I permit you to accompany me. There, your dresses will have designer
labels, but will show off your body.
Of course, I will expect you to rebel and struggle at first, but I will
not change you back. Perhaps you will rapidly adjust, but I am hoping
that you will try to struggle and resist, and I will enjoy seeing your
tears of desperation and humiliation as I block your attempts and force
you to my will. Perhaps they will be tears of pain too. I am prepared to
use physical means on you to effect your obedience. I will not be afraid
to use the lash to back up my domination. Any attempts to escape or
evade me will be punished severely.
Your body will be decorated too, as a woman, your ears at least double
pierced with dangling earrings or hoops. Perhaps I will have your
nipples or other parts pierced too. Jeweled rings set in your pretty
nipples would be a good reminder of your status. A little golden padlock
set in your nether lips would be a nice touch too. You will wear
bracelets, necklaces or other ornaments as I prescribe. You will be
trained and advised at first, rigorously if necessary, then you will be
expected to make yourself up properly each day, with meticulous
attention to your face and complexion. You will keep yourself free of
all body hair. Your hair will be set every third day by a trained
servant, but you will keep it long, to at least waist length. You may be
permitted to wear it up, but only with my permission.
You may be glad to know that you will not have to prepare your own food.
A balanced nutritious diet will keep you healthy, and a daily regimen of
exercise will keep your body toned, supple and lithe.
I have business and personal demands that will require me to be absent
much of the time, but when you are installed and I consider you ready I
shall visit you as I wish and as the demands of my businesses and my two
wives permit. Margarethe in Amsterdam likes to have me around for our
two children. Mei Ling, in Hong Kong, is more independent. She
understands her position as wife number two- I have been honest with
her- but she is happy with the arrangement. Also, attending to the needs
of our three children and her social schedule keep her occupied. I
support her enjoyment of fine things, I accompany her to social
functions and as a powerful man I give her much prestige. This keeps her
very happy.
I wonder what your reaction will be when you finally see who your captor
is. You will probably plead with me, in vain. I fully expect you will
resent me. You will likely hate me, but no disobedience will be
tolerated.
After some months, when you are more familiar with your new body and its
female feelings I will take you to bed and initiate you into the sexual
life of a woman. Oh yes, I expect you will be tense, but no matter, I
will take my enjoyment of you, enjoying your beautiful female form,
fondling your breasts, teasing your nipples, penetrating you and perhaps
bringing you to orgasm, but having the satisfaction too that I am
ravishing an old enemy. I shall initiate you into the many ways a woman
may please a man, and no reticence will be tolerated.
I will take precautions but it may be that you will become pregnant. I
would probably have mixed feelings over this. A child would mean that
our blood is shared. You might even think to try to pressure me over it,
but if you ever attempted, I would have the child removed to another
home, and you would find yourself sterilized.
It is possible that eventually you might come to accept your new life.
You might even start to enjoy it. There are some women who are happy
with that kind of life. You will be a pampered woman certainly, but to
me you will be only an owned pet or plaything. I will take pleasure in
continually reminding you of that.
Of course, your disappearance may be noted, but your parents are gone.
Your one sister may grieve slightly for you, but she has her own life to
lead. I know too that she and you have not been on the best of terms and
I doubt that she will search too diligently for you. I expect that she
will have you declared legally dead and the acquisition of the family
fortune will compensate her for your loss.
I would prefer it that you retain some residual male feelings, so that
some feeling of humiliation remains as I use you, but I am realistic. It
may even happen that your female hormones will make their effect and you
will come to enjoy your pampered life. After all, most of your wants,
except freedom, will be supplied.
In that case, I have another piece of revenge in mind. The book has a
reverse spell and, in ten years or so, when you no longer think of
yourself as a man, when you are all but forgotten, when your estate has
been taken by your sister, I will exact more revenge. I will discard
you, penniless and naked, after I first use the reverse spell to change
you back!
END
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