PLAYTIME CHAP XVI GETTING A LITTLE KINKY
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I have always been a bit kinky so when I stumbled across a strange little
tent at the fair ground and was asked by a beautiful Gypsy girl to draw
my perfect woman on a Ipad, it all seemed so unreal that I broke loose
and let my kinky side out. She was lovely, encouraging me to let my
imagination fly.
"What the heck!" she laughed, "Give her Fs for fuckable. It's not like
she is real?"
I gave her a D sized Bust, liking breasts but not wanting them too big to
handle.
"Good choice," she said, taking the tablet from my hands, "With a couple
of extra sizes from your own natural growth when we put you on the
hormones, that will take you up to an E."
"Did your mother have large breasts?"
In a state of unreality I answered,
"Yes, my father too."
She simply said, "Oh!" as she clicked the submit button.
Was this woman mad? One minute I am designing a fantasy woman, nothing to
do with reality and now she is talking as if she is going to turn me into
that imaginary woman with god knows how many extra sizes.
'It is a good job I gave myself big hips' I thought as the image on the
screen refreshed with a realistic picture of a woman with huge breasts,
large hips and a small waist encased in a shiny black corset.
'She must be joking or playing a game with me, she may be a gypsy but
everybody knows that is crap, fantasy. She can't turn me into that woman
on the screen and what was a gypsy woman, no matter how beautiful, doing
with a tablet computer?'
I decided it was a dream. I have had these sorts of dreams before where
they feel real and you are in control.
I stared unblinking into her eyes. She had lovely eyes, soft but with a
hint of bedevilment. I felt I could trust her despite or because of, her
mischievous mouth, and hey this only a dream.
"You will need to wear a corset all the time, with breasts that big and a
waist that small, you will need support. You will be allowed to remove it
to shower in the morning and evening or at your Owners direction but
apart from those short periods your body will constantly be encased in a
corset. After about six months the muscles in your back atrophy and you
can not move without being laced, after a year you have to be washed
because you need both hands to support your upper body."
I gazed, unblinkingly into her liquid eyes. What was that she said about
supporting the upper body and needing to be washed?
I wouldn't want to try to carry these around without a corset I thought,
looking down at my DDs. Maybe my babies will grow up to be Fs. I smiled,
looking down affectionately at them again before dissolving back into the
pool of her eyes.
"Now the character side of your imaginary Bimbo? Top of the list; always
ready for Sex, whenever I am. Well that is a never ending loop since you
are the Bimbo so we will just say
1. Always ready for sex.
2. Understands what I am talking about, enjoys my jokes.
You will be fully trained in deception and flattery and by graduation you
will have an Agenda.
Number 3. Gentle, submissive, dominant only in play. Enjoys pleasing you.
Well done, you picked the option with the word 'Enjoy' in it, so you will
enjoy your work, many of the other options lead to a joyless existences.
4. Intelligent and feminine but not smarter than me.
Well that is a contradiction in terms, some people would say. So we make
you good at retaining information but a bit of a Bimbo the rest of the
time so that you do not have a chance to be smarter than you. Maybe give
you a Doctorate in something obscure but the inability to work out how to
use the remote so that you are always dependant on your owner to make
decisions for you and train you. A self-obsessed bimbo with a doctorate
in some obscure form of weaving who is always willing to please and last
but not least enjoys it.
She touched the Tablet and I faded out, I thought I must be beginning to
wake up but I came back again and she asked me my name.
"Sussette" I replied with a smile with no idea where the name came from.
"And what is your position here?"
"I am a trainee maid and slut. I will do as I am directed by my
superiors, which as a trainee is everybody," I replied in an unfamiliar
voice that I knew was mine then giggled with embarrassment under my
breath.
"You are taking this seriously, aren't you, Sussette!" she snapped and I
swallowed my mirth, stood up straight and curtsied saying, "Sorry
Mistress."
I kept my eyes on the floor, my curtsy maintained as I waited for her to
release me. Time hung heavy as I took stock of myself. I was beautiful,
the girl of my fantasies, I was gorgeous, Jessica Rabbit step aside and
these 5 inch heels are killing me. I held my white Latex apron up with my
fore fingers and thumbs, my other fingers fanned out to the side.
"Stand up straight and look at me!" I did as directed, my god she was
beautiful. I was a lucky girl being trained by her, she was the most
prestigious person in her field. I wondered who would buy me when I
graduated, I hoped it would be a woman; they were usually less aggressive
sexually. I didn't want to be just a slut, I wanted to maintain my
position as a trainee maid and Mistress willing, graduate to junior maid
someday. Being a maid has a dignity that being a slut all the time
hasn't. I hope I will be working for a kind Mistress in a big house so
there is room for advancement and maybe a little tip on the side for
services rendered over and above my job description. I can do flirtation,
they will be bathing me in money and in a few years I may be able to buy
out my contract.
She looked magnificent draped across that huge cane armchair, the back
forming an aura around her with her piercing eyes at the focus. She lay
back, arms behind her head and one ankle resting on the knee of the other
leg.
"You like it her don't you Sussette?"
"Oh Yes, Mistress!" I enthused and felt the warm glow of freedom through
obedience.
I started to wake up and began to remember that in my bizarre dream I had
been a man who had walked into a tent and met a beautiful gypsy girl who
turned him into the woman of his dreams which turned out to be me. Kind
of a nice dream it must mean that I am pretty happy with my position in
life, if I dream of becoming me. I do have a pretty good life, I Enjoy
being allowed to serve my Mistress and everyday finding new ways to
please her.
What a silly dream that was though. Imagine me as a man with my hour-
glass figure and long sexy legs. I am much too refined to act in such a
barbaric fashion only men are allowed to make fools of them selves in
that way but if I am what I dreamed of being then I should be happy about
it, I am who I chose to be, so I should be enjoying it.
My Mistress dismissed me and I went off to the kitchen to see if I could
help, maybe Chef would slip me a Carrot to supplement my meagre diet. I
will be on a sperm only diet soon, all the maids go through it before
they graduate. It is a kind of right of passage before you enter your new
life. You are supposed to see visions but some say it's just
hallucinations brought on by lack of certain Vitamins and you recover
quickly when you come off the diet. I looked down at my bosom and
thought, if I designed this body why would I have given myself such a big
pair. Apart for when they are being of service to my Mistress or her
guests they just get in the way
I found the kitchen and curtsied to Chef.
"Peel half a box of Ginger," she instructed.
As I was peeling the large fingers of ginger I couldn't help but make
them in the shape of penises. I don't know why I did, it was just
unconscious.
My Mistress came in to the kitchen and we all curtsied. Walking over to
my chopping board she picked up a piece of ginger and said;
"What a good idea, Sussette! Butt plugs. These are perfect. Use them to
give all the girls butt plugs and peel the rest of the box. Don't all
thank Sussette now girls, do it later in your own sweet time."
The girls all gave me steely smiles that made my guts turn.
The girls lined up and each took a piece of ginger, I tried to avoid
their gaze but I could feel the hatred from each one as she passed.
"You too Sussette!"
I looked down and saw that only the biggest ones were left, I tried to
find one that had dried out a bit.
"Here!" she snapped picking up the biggest. "Use that one."
I looked around at the girls all dancing around the kitchen going ooo ooo
ooo.
"Bend over!"
As I did the back of my skirt rose up to expose my sumptuous buttocks,
she slipped the ginger in and snapped my Latex knickers back across.
"Stand up Straight, Curtsy then tell your Mistress how grateful you are."
I curtsied and said, "Thank you Mistress."
"What for?"
I looked blankly at her.
"What are you thanking me for?"
"Oh! For putting my Ginger butt plug in, Mistress."
"And?"
"For letting us all share this experience?" I said uncertainly.
"And how about how it feels in your arse?"
"It burns Mistress," I said, even more doubtful.
"Then why are you thanking me and what about the other girls do you think
they will appreciate having burning bums because you are such a slut that
you can't help thinking about penises all the time?"
"Thank you Mistress for giving me a chance to interact with the other
kitchen staff in a meaningful way," I said thinking myself clever.
"And why would you thank me for that, they are going to make your life
hell and it is not just the kitchen staff, didn't I say the girls not
just the kitchen girls?"
I couldn't think, whatever I said I was wrong.
"What is your main objective in Life?"
"To serve you Mistress," I said without hesitation.
"So?"
"Thank you Mistress for allowing me to serve you?"
"And the other girls?"
"Should be happy to serve you, as am I," I looked up with a cheeky smile.
"Nice one Sussette, I can see I am going to have to watch you. Girl's it
is not Sussette's fault that you are all being Figged, I was going to do
it today anyway and I had Chef put her on the Ginger knowing that the
only thing on Sussette's mind at the moment is her upcoming Cock Diet."
I felt her Arm round my back and I melted into her shoulder, Mmmm Cock
Diet.
"I know you are going to make the most wonderful cocksucker. You have a
natural aptitude and passion for the job, if your Downtown Lunches are
anything to go by," she smiled wistfully at the mention of a Downtown
Lunch I dropped to my knees before her.
"Oh Sussette, you are precious. I hope you're not this eager with the
boys, they need a bit of a challenge. Keep them guessing you have to keep
your value up.
Come! While you're down there you might as well make yourself useful."
I lapped at her Gates of Heavenly Delights, unaware of my surroundings,
totally absorbed with making the most of this privilege. She is always so
clean and fragrant, I could die here.
After about ten minutes she was starting to respond strongly when she
suddenly pulled me away by my long auburn red hair and let out a gasp of
taking control.
"That will be enough for now, finish those ginger butt plugs and report
to me in the Dungeon," she said as she rushed for the door.
What had I done? One minute she is lying back getting into her orgasm and
the next she wants to punish me. I went to the sink to clean up but Chef
said for me to go to my Quarters and freshen up as I probably had a long
hard night ahead of me.
"Put your black latex uniform with the red frills on, you know which one,
it will make you look keen, Not so much the pretty French maid, more the
temptress. It will be less painful to keep the battle in the mind. The
only way through to a Bimbo is with corporal punishment, you will really
need to sparkle tonight."
I stood there thinking how wonderful it will to be able to bring my
mistress pleasure with my body.
"Off you go then!"
"Thanks Chef!" I said and went to scurry back to my quarters.
"Hang on! Take this first," she said handing me a tablet and a glass of
water.
I downed both quickly and rushed off as fast as etiquette would allow.
She smiled at my back.
The sound of my heels clicking on the mosaic floor of the hallway echoed
in my head. It sounded familiar but different, like it shouldn't be
there. How could it not be there, all stilettos make that noise, how
could mine not. I'll get rubber tips, I thought but it did not answer my
question.
When I got back to my quarters, I stripped down to my corset and went in
the bathroom. I douched three times even though I knew I was clean from
this morning, I didn't want any accidents tonight, then I had a stand up
wash. I washed my face and reapplied my makeup, gave my corset a thorough
shine and went back to my room. I knew which dress, this must be a
special occasion as this dress has the frills cut into a fine lace like
latticework that is very fragile, so it is only used for special
occasions. I lay it on the bed with reverence and got my polishing kit.
Although I always polish my Latex before I put it away it would still
need a buff up. The door knocked and it was Jean my friend from the
kitchen.
"Chef said you might need a hand for your special night."
"Oh great, come in, good to see you and I shall have to thank Chef.
Your timing is perfect. You can help me get this dress on.
Make a cup of tea first."
"You just get on, I will jump in and help where I can. Chef said you have
to wear your 6" locking Ankle Boots. Sorry not her idea, all girls wear
6" heels for their special occasion and be careful, if you are not
comfortable in them tonight you will be wearing them for a week to
acclimatize.
Come on, Stockings. Lights Camera, Action!"
I retrieved a pair of Stockings from my draw and she jumped up.
"You don't really comprehend the significance of this evening, do you
Sussette?"
"No" I said compliantly.
"Let me help, first new Stockings, put them on."
I sat down and rolled on a new pair of my best Stockings, they felt
fabulous, attached the suspender clips, stood up and checked my seams.
Jean quickly powdered me with what smelt like a very expensive talc then
helped me slide into my uniform for the Evening. It was a tight fit
having no Zip but we got it on.
Jean fussed about me, adjusting the fit of my dress then tying the apron
on very slowly and momentously. She fitted my headdress like she was
crowning a queen and stood back but before I could get a good look at
myself in the mirror, she said, "Shoes!" and dragged me over to the
dressing table to put my shoes on.
They were Black Patent Boots with 6" heels that came halfway up my calf,
with a wide strap around the top that closed with two small padlocks.
When Jean slipped them on my feet I left a shiver go up my electrified
legs. The caress of my stockings and the garters pressing against my
flesh was exciting enough but when those boots were locked on I felt a
moment of divine Clarity and I had no more doubts.
Jean fussed with my face and buffed my Uniform while I sat there
perfectly still, relishing that feeling of release. I was locked in to
this reality now and whatever I was before doesn't matter even if it is
true. What practical help would it be knowing that I was really a man who
had been turned into me by a beautiful Gypsy girl. It wouldn't get the
Laundry done and it wouldn't get old man Thomas's pecker polished in the
morning. A line from the Desiderata echoed in my ears, 'And whether or
not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.'
I felt Right.
"Cum on daydreamer, this is your big night. The tablet Chef gave you will
kick in soon and you will feel a sense of disconnection. This is good, it
will help you get through tonight. You will perceive what is happening to
you with the detachment of a bystander. Many girls get an out of body
experience just before and during their first orgasm. I can remember
watching myself fulfil an instinctive need from across the room. My mind
was not needed at that time so it had gone walkabout, taken a couple of
steps back as it were. It was very strange watching my own deflowering.
"Deflowering, that sounds nice," I said dreamily. "Is that why this night
is special?"
"Of course silly, this is your first time.
Then under her breath she said, "Wow, they have done a number on you,
haven't they?" while she pulled me to my feet and across to the full
length mirror.
"And the final touches. "
She spun me round so that I could see myself in the mirror and I looked
gorgeous.
The Black dress fitted perfectly tight except where it flared out at the
waist and the puffed sleeves. The trim was so delicate and lace like but
different because of it's crispness. My so-called cap was magnificent
with rows of trim gathered to make a delicate filigree Latex fan. Two
ribbons of red Latex went over the back of my head and hung down my back;
I knew to keep those straight.
I curtsied to myself in the mirror and smiled. It was all good! The dress
was perfect the shoes were perfect and the cap was my crowning glory. As
I looked at myself in the mirror I knew it was right and I felt so sure
that I was doing the right thing. I knew that tonight meant the death of
an old me and the birth of a new me and I was looking forward to it.
I suddenly became aware of Jean in the mirror looking at me. I went to
curtsy reflexively and tried to say sorry but she pushed me gently back
to the seat saying;
"No, no, no I didn't want to intrude on such a precious moment. It is a
privilege being allowed to witness another girl's final resignation.
Thank you!" she said.
"You're my best friend," I said dismissively as I turned to look at
myself in the mirror again.
"Come on narcissus, too much of that makes you go blind or at least makes
you wish you were."
She took my arm and turned me to the door with a little tug. I spun back
to the mirror for a final check as I had not been looking at myself that
way but Jean had not let me down, I was flawless.
As we walked out the door, she slipped my shoulder bag over my arm and
punched me in the back saying, "Posture girl! "
I stood up proud, tits out, stomach in and derriere presented and we
laughed, this was the happiest day of my life. I adjusted quite quickly
to the heels but had to concentrate so much on my body movements that I
was constantly distracted when I was moving. I couldn't walk and talk. I
was putting a swing into my walk and went a bit too far so stumbled on my
heels. She caught me and put me in a hardback chair.
"Here's as good a place as any," she said head down, as she lifted one of
my feet. "Pretend that I am examining your foot, go ouch a few times."
"That is all fine but it is the other foot," We laughed, then I went ouch
as she lifted the sore one up.
"Very convincing," she jibbed.
"Yes, I almost felt it," I said without enthusiasm and we laughed again.
"Listen! You know what this evening means to you don't you? Say ouch."
"Ouch!
It is my deflowering," I smiled demurely.
"And you are aware that from this point on there is no way back. Once you
lose your virginity there is no way back to who you were."
"What do you mean?" I said confused.
"Going back to being a man, don't you remember?"
"You mean that, that dream wasn't a dream and that I am only who I look
like because of a gypsy girl. You know what I mean."
"Yes!" she said. Which raised more questions than it answered.
After a few moments of panic, I asked if it could be reversed and she
said it could but only till I lose my virginity.
"And tonight is my deflowering?" I said more to myself.
"This the proverbial point of no return and you must enter willingly.
This will be for evermore as far as you are concerned. You will never
earn enough to buy yourself out, unless you are very clever.
After this orgasm you will be sealed in this body and this life until you
die. I must be sure you want this."
I thought about what she said and it all seemed good. My gut said, yes I
need this and my head can find no reasonable objections so yes I really
want to take this final step into an alien world.
"Whatever!" I slurred like a tart with a mouth full of gum and we
laughed.
I realised that we would be looking suspicious laughing more than Ouching
and that it was time to move. I leaned down, lifting Jean up while
looking deep into her eyes.
"I know exactly what I am doing and I am doing it gratefully. No more
decisions or responsibilities just the Joy of service and the warm glow
of satisfaction that comes over me when my Mistress is happy.
Thanks for your concern but I need this," I said slowly shaking her
shoulders.
"Alright, alright I am convinced, just had to ask," she said pulling away
as we stood up gracefully.
"Andiamo picolino Seniourita!" and she led me into my future.
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