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WINNERS AND LOSERS by Throne I'm a man in his early 30s, with an attractive wife and enough money that I'll never have to worry about anything as mundane as a paycheck. My bride Laurie is several years younger than me and quite a beauty. I have the time and money to indulge my hobbies, which include collecting antique art prints, fine dining, and the occasional concert of light classical music. But I also have another avocation, which is a longstanding and deeply ingrained interest in the shadowy world of kinky sex. For a while I was content just to read stories on-line, with special interest in forced lesbianism, dominated women and cuckolding. In the latter case, I related not to the poor saps who had their wives stolen away from them, but the alpha males who did the stealing. The one theme I couldn't abide was reluctant sissies. The idea of a guy being turned into a simpering mincing fem-thing was a real turn-off for me. But after awhile, just reading wasn't enough. I wanted to partake in some of the fantasies that were so exciting to me. I had a few experiences, behind Laurie's back, observing scenes at sex clubs, and it was interesting. But I kept hearing hushed mentions of a private group that actually turned people into sexual recreation objects and held events where I could see them. Eventually I learned that the name of this clandestine organization was the Crayle Club, named after its mysterious leader. I began to search for it, using its full name and the abbreviation that was more often used to refer to it, C.C. There were no direct links. It took me over a year but eventually, after contacting several possible members and letting it be known that I wanted to join, I had a breakthrough. A certified letter was sent to our home. It was addressed to me and Laurie wasn't sure if I wanted it, so she didn't sign. I checked the notice that the carrier had left and there, in the upper right hand corner, the sender was identified as 'C.C'. I was happily surprised. Unfortunately it was Saturday and I couldn't pick it up until the post office re-opened on Monday. I spent the weekend on pins-and-needles. My wife and I had our usual Sunday afternoon sex, which lately had been the extent of our love life. As usual, I expected her to cater to me and make sure I got all the pleasure I deserved. After all, I was the man of the house and the one paying the bills. I don't believe she had an orgasm but my thinking was that she could always take care of her needs while I was out for lunch at one of the excellent restaurants I frequented. I picked up the letter on Monday morning and opened it in the car. There was a formal looking invitation for two to one of C.C.'s events, an annual costume party. I was thrilled until I read the fine print at the bottom and learned that everyone had to dress and the theme was Masters and Slaves. A discretely added final line gave the group's web address. I rushed home and went straight to the computer. My wife was using it but I told her brusquely that I needed to check something. She wasn't happy with my attitude but did vacate the seat and let me do what I needed to. It turned out that only a few outsiders were being asked to attend and that only one couple was assured of being granted membership. That would be the pair who won the costume competition. I love to win at anything I attempt. Many times I have snatched art prints off the market that other collectors with less resources thought they were purchasing. But this time I couldn't buy my way to victory. Or could I? Scrolling down, I discovered that with each couple both had to assume the same roll, of either Master or Slave. I'm shorter than average and slightly built. Naturally, I married a woman who is shorter than me, and of course I picked one who has a nicely rounded figure. I couldn't see us as two Masters. I would have preferred that role but my main concern was defeating all the other new invitees. So we would have to show up as a couple of slaves. And our disguises would have to be so great that there was no chance of us losing. I immediately put my financial resources to work and found exactly what I needed. There was a specialty company that, for a price, could make Laurie and myself over to resemble exotic slaves. My appearance would be convincing but, I decided, hers would be what won us First Prize. I was willing to have my bride get her nipples pierced or even be given a tattoo. She might not enjoy it, but what was she going to do? All of our wealth and property was in my name. As I had told her many times, whoever controls the money gets to make the decisions. Still, I wanted to proceed with care. So I invited her out to a fancy restaurant and got a glass of wine into her before I broached my plan. I stressed that she would only have to get those modifications if the people doing the work thought they were necessary. The upper echelons of the fetish community are sparsely populated, I knew, so they would certainly be familiar with C.C. and what it took to win one of their events. I even told her that if it was me who had to make some sacrifices, I wouldn't balk. Of course, I took it for granted that it would be the woman who was expected to be the main attraction of any couple. That seemed only logical. Maybe I could convince her she needed a breast augmentation, which would be exciting for me. She hesitated but, already knowing my drive to win and my willingness to go to extreme lengths, she quickly acquiesced. I made a few smug comments about my cleverness and the high probability of victory. She didn't respond. I enjoyed the meal and, after we got home, went to the web site of that company that would do our make-overs. I sent them a message, suggesting that they give me an appointment ASAP, and was gratified when they replied almost immediately, saying that they had an opening the very next afternoon. Money talks and only suckers walk. I answered that we would be there. The following day, I had Laurie make me a light breakfast and told her to wear something easy to get out of, in case we had to undress for fittings. She went along with it, not saying anything. Smart girl. The place was in the city, in a building with a parking garage. There were plenty of businesses listed on the lobby directory and there, on the fifth floor, was New View. Behind that innocuous name, I knew from checking up, was the a highly sophisticated business that used the most modern techniques. They even had access to some, it was rumored, that were available nowhere else. We took the elevator and found their door, beyond which was a pleasant reception area. Behind the desk was a pert young woman who managed to appear efficient and glowingly sexy at the same time. The sexy part reminded me of the type that had always caught my attention at those sex clubs. I hoped Laurie didn't see that reaction in my eyes. If she did... too bad for her. We were ushered through an inner door and into a consulting room, where a tall woman in a lab coat and black skirt waited. Her long dark hair was pulled back and put into a severe bun. She wore glasses with thick dark frames. And her expression was as serious as her appearance. On the other hand, she had a full bust, which softened the picture. She introduced herself as Ms. Karen Watkins and offered her hand to Laurie. After they shook she eyed me before giving a curt nod in my direction and nothing more. Already I didn't like her. But after we sat and she began to speak, I knew that I would have to restrain my initial dislike. "We have already had two other couples here who received the same invitation. And they have agreed to receive make-overs that are sure to please the judges. So," she went on with a shrug, "you would have to do more than they are going to, if you want to stay in the running." I told her, "I intend to win. And whatever you have to do to my wife, to make her the most convincing slave girl, is acceptable." "The problem there," Karen explained patiently, "is that the others said the same thing. The only way for you to stay ahead of them would be for you to agree to allowing us to do whatever was necessary to YOU, Sir." I sat there, dumbfounded, for a moment. My wife asked me, "Tony? Would that be okay? Or would you rather not go ahead with this?" "Of course I'll go ahead. I'm not a quitter." While I was still in that overheated state of mind, Karen had us each sign some forms and then pointed us to twin changing rooms, where we could strip down and put on short belted robes. I got out of my designer shirt and imported slacks and everything else. When I slipped on the robe I found that it barely covered my privates. Plus, it had a wide collar and flared sleeves, as well a lacy trim around the bottom. It was a woman's robe and made me think of those sissy types that I so abhorred. But I had made it clear that I wasn't going to back out and that, if it was me who had to undergo some changes, I would comply. I reminded myself that the end goal was to get myself a membership in C.C. and be able to witness -- and eventually participate in -- some of the wild scenes they staged. In fact, I might volunteer Laurie for one of those forced lesbian acts. My wife looked fantastic in her robe. I had tied the belt of mine tightly and was clutching the upper halves together. Karen gave me a smile that might have been more of a smirk but matters were moving forward and I didn't have time to think about it. She had us show her our bodies while she took some notes on an electronic pad. I'm not comfortable being seen out of my clothes but I put up with it. Then she hit a button on her desk and, moments later, two more women dressed like her entered, one of them pushing a wheeled, stainless steel cart that was covered with equipment, some of it under sterile cloths. This was becoming more and more disturbing. If I relented now, however, I would have to live with the knowledge that I had passed up a rare chance to be admitted to that very private group. Karen said a few words I couldn't hear to one of the women, who immediately put on latex gloves, opened a large plastic bottle, and coated the palms of her hands with cream. The other woman unceremoniously removed my robe so the first could smear the chilly substance all over me, covering my form from the jawline down to my toes. She worked quickly and soon I was standing there, shivering slightly, while Karen offered my bride a cup of coffee and a plate of chocolates. I would have liked to have some of the same, and a chance to sit down and maybe ask a few questions, but that wasn't going to happen. Instead, the woman who had taken my robe began to fill several oversized hypodermic needles from vials of some clear fluid. She handed one to Karen who lifted my arms, let me know with a sharp look that I was not to lower them, and injected both sides of my chest. I felt tingling in those areas, along with lightheadedness. Before I could react further, Karen accepted another needle, sat on a low stool behind me, and gave even larger injections to both of my buttocks. The series of shots was repeated twice more, while my mind seemed to go into 'pause' mode. I watched as if it was all happening to someone else, as Karen took a little bottle and a smaller hypo, which she used to put a different liquid into my lips. As I stood there, with Laurie sitting and sipping coffee, nibbling chocolate, the women continued their tasks. Disposable wipes were produced and the two assistants cleaned all of the cream off my body. I was stunned to see that every bit of my body hair was being eliminated as they worked. And something else was happening. Two mounds were forming on my chest, obviously as a result of the injections. I was growing... breasts? My nipples stood out prominently and, even though nothing was touching them, I knew that they had become extraordinarily sensitive. Anonymous hands ran over my backside and I could tell that I had grown there, as well. My mouth turned into a worried 'O' shape, letting me feel how full my lips had become. While I was still in that state of mild sedation, Karen took something else from the cart and went to work on my crotch. I felt my penis being pushed back and a cold substance being applied to its underside. My testicles were pressed up between my legs and they too were coated. One of the girls was behind me and held my genitals in that unnatural position while Karen placed something over them from the front. I was encouraged to lift my feet one at a time while an item of clothing was slipped over them and worked up my now smooth legs. The garment held whatever was covering my male parts in place. The trio of females stepped away and formed a semicircle in front of me, observing the results of their efforts. Laurie joined them, coffee cup still in hand, and a broad smile formed on her pretty face. The assistants moved alongside me and held my arms. They turned me around so that I was facing a section of wall that was covered with mirrors. What I saw made my jaw drop open in astonishment. It was me but with pillow lips, a pink hairless body, and shapely, female breasts with high-set nipples. They turned me sideways and I observed my new protruding rump. What was holding my genitals in their unnatural position was a pair of pale pink panties. They were translucent and I could see, through them, that in place of my dark pubic hair I had a blond triangle which was what they had attached. My legs quivered and they had to back me up and help me to sit in a chair. "There will be more, of course," Karen went on, as if she was discussing something quite mundane. "You can bring your husband back tomorrow for other members of our staff to begin all that. In the meantime, you need to have him practice walking in high heels." At last I found my voice. "W... what have you done to me?" Karen said, sounding perfectly reasonable, "Given you a chance to win that costume contest. Isn't that what you wanted?" "Yes, but..." What could I tell her? That I had changed my mind? It appeared too late for that. And, along with my masculine appearance, I had lost something else. My willpower and confidence were gone. I managed to finish with, "Well, you only did what I'M paying for." That was supposed to impress everyone, that I had the funds to afford their rather exorbitant prices, but no one seemed to care. Karen told Laurie to make sure those panties stayed on for the next hour. She explained that my pussy wig, or merkin, had been attached with a special organic adhesive, adding, "Later on we'll give you a solvent, which is the only thing that will remove it and unglue his precious boy parts." Her tone had suddenly grown mocking. "Until then he'll have to sit down to tinkle." I cringed inside. "And there'll be something else we'll provide that will make him lose those attractive curves. Later on." "Mmmm." My wife cupped her free hand under one of my new boobs and enjoyed the feel of it. "Yes. Later on." In a daze, though slowly recovering, I was aided in redressing. It felt odd to have two appealing women putting my clothes on me. They discarded my boxer shorts, one of them mentioning that I no longer needed those. An impudent hand patted my buns and I was told that I was ready to go. Laurie hooked her arm through mine and thanked Karen and her staff members. I was steered out of that room and we paused before the cute receptionist. When she looked at me, I was aware that my new shape was overfilling the front of my shirt and seat of my slacks. Plus, I had those outrageous lips. She couldn't miss what had been done to me. I blushed furiously while my wife made no attempt to hurry me out of there. She even chatted with the girl for a moment and said she hoped to see her tomorrow. The girl said, "See you then." She looked at the appointment list. "Laurie. And Tony. Or should I start calling him..." She paused for a few seconds before deciding, "... Tawny?" My wife chuckled. "I like that." To me she said, "Don't you? Tawny?" Feeling uncharacteristically meek I said, "Yes, dear." She told me to thank the receptionist and I did that too. Laurie led me away and to the car. She took my accustomed place behind the wheel and drove us home. When we got there, I was feeling more like myself. Once we were inside, I said something about getting changed back as soon as this was all over. My bride told me, "Don't worry, dear, I can drive us there whenever you say." I told her, in something closer to my usual tone, "I can drive myself." "I'm sure you can. But what if you get stopped? There might be questions about those knockers you're sporting. And your oh-so-kissable lips make you look different than your driver's license photo. But you're the boss." "No, no. You'll drive for now," I said breathily, my voice higher than usual. "I'll depend on you for that." "Right," she said with a certainty I wasn't used to hearing. "You will. And I'll depend on you to cooperate. Right now I'm thinking that you should cooperate in the bedroom." "I c... can't. That thing they stuck over my junk won't come off. She said so." "But I'm horny all of a sudden. And you want to keep me on your side. You know, for the contest. And so I can help you get changed back. So how about, since you can't pleasure me like a man does, you do it like a girl would. With your mouth." "I've never done that," I protested weakly. "But you will now. Right?" With an unfamiliar sense of defeat and helplessness, I conceded, "I guess I have to." "Correct." Laurie had me undress right where I was. She took my hand and led me toward our bedroom. My new bust jiggled and my bottom wobbled. It all felt so strange. When we got there she said, "Let's get busy, Tawny." Having to serve her like that was put a big dent in my male ego. Laurie had a shuddering orgasm, something I wasn't used to witnessing. She instructed me to begin again but more slowly. I obediently resumed lapping her wet cleft. Being in such an intimate position, even though it wasn't one I preferred, nevertheless triggered my own libido. My cock attempted to get hard but, crammed under that false pussy, it could only press painfully against my trapped balls. I moaned with discomfort and Laurie made a snide comment about how aroused I was getting and how much I must be enjoying my new look and role. I didn't contradict her. I just wanted to get it over with. She had a second climax and afterwards kept me down there, telling me to give her moist outer lips lots of tender kisses. She even made me murmur words of love her her pink labia. Afterwards, we lay facing each other while she toyed with my nipples, which were as receptive as I had imagined. I gasped and panted and my member tried again to erect. It was painful and my natural urges kept mounting until I couldn't think straight. Laurie said playfully, "My, my. The longer you go without getting any relief, the more you'll agree to do for me, if it might lead to you emptying your balls. Don't you think?" I groaned in the affirmative. The next morning I had my first practice session in high heels. They were only two inches but it was difficult and felt odd. Also, when I walked they made me thrust out my breasts and sway my bottom. I still had on just the panties, and again was aware of how much my new attributes bobbled and jounced. Laurie insisted that I place one foot in front of the other as I moved, making my gait even more girlish. Next she had me get into male clothes and drove me back to the New View offices. The same receptionist, now openly amused by my lowered status, directed us to a different room. Inside were two women and an effeminate man. I had to get naked, which was endlessly embarrassing, especially in front of that fruity guy. I was seated in a barbershop-type chair and one female began to work on my fingernails while the other examined my face, took pictures, and held color samples up to the light to get a better look at them. The gay fellow set his hand on my bare shoulder, which made my skin crawl. His fingers fussed with my hair, which I wear slightly long. The girl with the color swatches took something that looked like an electrical detailing tool and began to use it to outline my mouth. The three of them worked while Laurie watched with intense interest. She even whispered several suggestions to them, though I couldn't make out all the words. I sat there while they continued and Karen showed up to offer Laurie a glass of wine. Karen also poured one for herself. While they sat there observing, the one girl finished with my fingers, now painted bright pink, and moved to my toes. The second continued on my face. The fairy was very free with his hands, running them all over my upper arms while he was styling my hair. Laurie said, "Why is Tawny's make-up being put on with needles?" "So it won't come off," Karen told her. "At least not until you bring him back to have it removed." "Can't he just come by himself?" "Oh no, darling. Those papers he signed on the first day give you sole discretion to make all those decisions." My wife snickered and said, "How very interesting." After it was all done they stood me up and removed my panties. I was turned toward another mirrored wall and yelped at what I saw. Now I appeared completely female. Any lingering thoughts of re-taking control of the situation evaporated as I stood there gaping at my exotic eyes and bright red mouth. My lips had been made to look even larger by being outlined, and that space being filled in with color. My boobs appeared to have gained another cup size since the previous day, and my bottom was keeping pace. Karen gave Laurie a bottle of something she identified as vitamins, though her words were accompanied by a broad wink. In the car, while she was driving me home, I pleaded with her not to do anything to delay my return to maleness. Laurie said, "Well, if you're a good girl, Tawny, and continue to be my friend-with-benefits in bed, I'll see what I can do. But honestly, I could really get to like this role reversal. And you look silly in that shirt and those slacks. From now until the contest, you're going to have to dress like Tawny. I'm sure I have lots of pretty things that will fit you. Though my bras might not be big enough if your knockers gain any more weight." She started me on the pills and then we had another of those demeaning sessions in bed. I was desperate enough for relief -- and to be changed back when the time came -- that when she told me to kiss her ass, I did it without hesitating. I thought that was enough but she clarified for me that she wanted my face between her cheeks and my mouth on her tight little rosebud. As unpleasant as that was for me, I still did it. She decided out loud that the act would be part of our foreplay from then on. I was foolish enough to ask her what she was going to do for me in bed, and she proceeded to subject me to a prolonged session of nipple teasing, ear licking, and plenty of dirty talk, with her describing what she claimed she wanted to do to me but couldn't because my stuff was all tucked away and glued into place. After that she had me put on one of her filmy nighties, a very short one, with no panties. Every time I moved it swished against my boobs and teased my nipples. I had to wait on her, watch her eat a nice meal, and then she set her plate of leftovers on the floor so I could get down on all fours and eat what she gave me without using my hands. It was humiliating and left me even less able to assert myself. There were two more visits to New View, for touch-ups, checks on my still increasing measurements, and the news that the pills were making making my skin even more satiny and adding additional soft tissue to the rest of my body. Karen pointed out how nicely rounded my thighs had become. She told us to stop back two hours before the C.C. party so we could be put into our slave outfits. I was terribly distressed by everything that was going on, but when we got there to be dressed, I received even worse shocks. We were being put into diaphanous harem pajamas which left us looking more naked than dressed. My silky skin, with not a single hair on it, was fully displayed, as was my feminine pubic bush. Naturally, I was required to wear high heels, even though they you wouldn't find them in a real harem. It was all about fantasies. That same faggy guy dyed my hair platinum blond, with a light blue streak in the front. He gave me a kiss on the cheek for good luck, which made my stomach turn over. At that point I still wanted to win the contest, but was more interested in getting back my male form and wardrobe. Laurie had the same costume but she didn't get anything done to her hair. We were both given Cleopatra style eye make-up, mine on top of the 'non-removable' type already there. Finally, Karen pulled my arms behind my back and fitted them into a tight leather sleeve, which she locked. The key was on a slender gold chain which she put around Laurie's neck, so that every time I glanced at my bride's seductive cleavage -- which I couldn't stop doing because I was so horny -- I saw the means to free my upper limbs. Then she gave Laurie a ring which my wife happily clipped into my nose. I yowled and my eyes teared. A lead was attached to the ring and Laurie led me around the room while everyone admired my hip-swishing walk and how my new curves moved with every step. "So here's your theme," Karen explained. "The senior slave leading the new girl around by her nose. I really hope you win." Laurie brushed her lips across Karen's, setting off my fantasy of girl- on-girl encounters. Inside the false pussy I felt a twinge of pain. And then we were off to the party. As Laurie strolled through the parking garage with me in tow, a young couple saw us and smiled in amusement. I wished I could vanish and reappear as my old self, which wasn't about to happen. I just had to hang on a bit longer. My wife drove us out of the city and into the countryside. We reached a private access road and followed it to a huge old gothic mansion. Somebody in C.C. had a lot more money than I did. At the entrance she turned the car over to a handsome young guy in a tux, for valet parking. Their eyes met and held while I was consumed by jealousy. Inside, the gathering was already in progress. I saw every kind of pervert, including a few women being dominated by other females, which set off my lust again. There was a threesome in which one man was obviously the Bull, wearing leather and looking forceful. A very desirable woman clung to his muscular arm and looked up at him with longing. Behind them trailed a man in nothing but a diaper, obviously the cuckold husband. How I wished I could be that leather-wearing wife-thief. There were also too many pansy men, in various states of undress and feminization. Seeing them made me shudder. There were also gay men who looked straight, masterly types who admired and lightly stroked the submissive males. I tried not to think what the pairings that might result could lead to. The new invitees were easy to spot. We were all dressed as Masters and Slaves, in matched sets. Mostly there were slaves, in a variety of inventive styles. The single twosome of Masters was a pair of tall confident men in tailored leather suits, carrying thick rubber paddles. One of them looked straight and the other seemed like he was just passing as not gay. But in the swirl of circulating guests it was hard to feel certain. Simultaneously, I was trying to deal with my mortification at having been given a female body and made to resemble a slave girl, as well as being so very exposed. Many curious eyes watched me. Men gave Laurie hungry looks. The party got into full swing, with a few subs being spanked, two women getting coerced into having a public make-out session (making my trapped bits really hurt), and some unlucky male bride being squeezed into a clear plastic box with his face sticking out a hole in one end and his bare butt protruding from a cut-out in the other. There were some announcements about the club and a rumor that Crayle himself was in attendance. At long last it was time for the judging. Laurie and I (all this had me thinking of her first and me second) had to mount a low stage and move around, obeying orders shouted from the crowd. Everyone liked my nose ring and several people had her tugging on the lead, making my face smart. Finally, some joker had her use the lead to force my head down to floor level and then step on the golden length so that I couldn't rise. One of the judges, obviously fey, came over and patted my upturned rump through the filmy material of the harem pants. I was facing the audience and everyone saw me whimpering. After some deliberation, during which all the contestants had to circle the room several times, the decisions were made. The two guys in leather, being the only ones in that category, won First Place in the Masters Division. And the winners of the Slave Division were... us. I sighed with relief, even as unseen hands gave my ass several congratulatory squeezes. That was when Crayle himself appeared, an impressive figure whose presence silenced the room. He said, "I've come up with something special for our winners. As a bonus prize, the two Masters are being awarded... the two slaves." That was met with approving cheers and applause. Then he signaled for quiet and went on, "Because all of the costumes were so good, I've decided that ALL of the contestants are being given full membership to the Crayle Club." I heard someone near me, a guy in a latex dress who was being called Alexis, say, "That Crayle. What a fine human being he is." But if Mr. Crayle was granting every contestant full membership, I didn't have to have gone through any of the madness I had suffered. Not boobs. No hairless body. No being turned into my wife's sex slave. No being trapped in chastity. It had all been for nothing. We could have gotten the same results with much less effort. My time to think about that suddenly ran out. We were being herded back toward the stage. I saw the Master winners nearing it from the other side. The four of us ended up in the middle of the low platform with everyone waiting to see what would happen next. The straighter Master went to my wife and took her in his arms. She tilted her head back, parted her lips, and closed her eyes. He got the message and leaned in to give her a long, open-mouthed, penetrating kiss, his hands gliding freely up and down her back while she ground her body against his. I was trying to speak but no words were coming out. The gay Master got behind me and wrapped his long arms around my upper body, his hands going to my breasts, his fingers finding and tweaking my nipples. He nuzzled my neck and bit my ear lobe. I felt his swollen crotch against my vulnerable bottom. The stimulation of my breasts overwhelmed the deep revulsion of being touched by a homo and my imprisoned cock attempted to enlarge, instead only causing me stabbing pain. As the onlookers got back to partying, I saw Laurie sinking to her knees and rubbing her lips across the front of her Master's leather pants and then leaning back to admire the impressive bulge she had inspired. I opened my mouth to say something and a fat gag was stuffed between my enlarged lips. My Master did something to the gag and I felt it expand inside my mouth, which made it impossible to remove. Every so often I would spot my wife with her Master, the two of them appearing very affectionate, and her being totally submissive. It was dizzying. The man who had taken possession of me had fun showing me off, letting others twiddle my nipples so they could see me wriggle uncontrollably, and putting his hands wherever he pleased on my girly body. He also had me bend over every so often so he could deliver a whacks with that very effective paddle. I made plenty of sounds that were muffled by my gag. Though I couldn't see my bottom, I heard several people comment on red it was becoming. At the end of the evening my Master produced a long faux-leopard coat and draped it over my shoulders. With my arms still bound behind me, I could do nothing as he buttoned the garment top to bottom, effectively trapping me inside it. I spied Laurie and her Master near the exit, pausing to share another passionate kiss. We were moving toward them. As we got there she gave me a wicked smile. Laurie said, "I'm so sorry, Tawny, but this big strong man won me fair and square. I have to do whatever he says. If he wants me to lavish attention on his long hard cock, that's what I'll have to do. And if he wants to drive it into me and give me multiple orgasms, I'll just have to endure that, too. It's going to be so awful for me." She chortled evilly. "But then, it looks like you're going to be playing sissy bottom games with your Master, so I guess it works out the same." Her owner put and arm around her and steered her out the door. I tried to communicate but the gag made it impossible. Soon I was being pushed outside. An expensive car was brought around and I was helped into the back seat. The big man got in alongside me and told his driver to take him home. I realized that my wallet and ID and keys were in Laurie's bag. There was no way for me to... to... anything. About a half hour later we arrived at a remote home, a large, two-story structure with a wrap-around porch. Once inside, I had the coat removed and my aching arms were released. Unfortunately for me, the nose ring was still in place and Master took the leash to lead me around, appreciating the girlish walk that I automatically used, as well as how my assets bounced. He got in front of me and leaned down to kiss me on the forehead, at the same time stroking my nipples with his large fingers. I pressed my thighs together and made a desperate sound from behind the gag. He forced his leg between mine and rubbed his firm thigh against my faux-femme mound. The pressure affected my already reacting manhood and I made more unhappy sounds of frustration and pain. He told me, "Poor baby. Poor Tawny. Master doesn't want you to suffer from horniness, sweetness, but Master doesn't have the magic solvent to remove that fake fur-piece. They do such fine work at New View, don't they? So we'll just have to improvise to make you feel good. Maybe this'll help." He made the gag return to its smaller size and popped it out of my mouth. "Now Tawny should just keep quiet for a while, unless she wants this shoved into her somewhere else. Somewhere tighter." Master used the lead to guide me to his bedroom, where I had to undress him, kissing his body as it was bared. He didn't make me touch his privates, but I did have to lick and suck his nipples. He had me get out of my flimsy harem outfit and made me step into a bag of some silky material, which he held open for me. Then he worked it up over my body. It was narrow enough to hold my legs together and trap my arms against my sides. When he tied it at my neck I had no way to escape. Master effortlessly picked me up and laid me on his bed. My breasts and butt pressed outward against the thin material of the bag. He left me alone with my thoughts for a while. His driver, a good-looking young man, came in and stood over me, an inscrutable expression on his face. He eventually left. I tried to go over everything that had led up to this and figure what I could have done to prevent my current situation. If only I hadn't been so eager to join Crayle's Club. If only I had been more considerate of my wife, who was probably right then in bed with her Master. My owner returned, still undressed, and got in the bed next to me. He pulled the cover over us both and draped a long leg over my thighs. That was all he did. I spent a restless night in that bag, fearful of what else might happen. But in the morning I was still unviolated. He got up, put on a robe, let me out of my confinement. I was allowed to visit the bathroom and had to endure the shame of having to sit like a girl. Next he had me don a big apron bordered with ruffles. I had to slip my feet into heels and follow him around, perform a few minor clean-up jobs, fetch him a drink, and act like we were... married? The way he spoke to me, that seemed to be what he expected. I played along, hoping to appease him and prevent anything more intimate. Around noon, the other Master showed up with Laurie. What a relief. But she didn't appear at all sympathetic to my plight. I stood there in my shameful apron and heels, hoping I was wrong. "What's the matter, Tawny?" she wanted to know. "Rough night?" The other Master called my owner Mike, who in turn called him Earl. Mine, Master Mike, straightened his silk lounging robe and told Laurie, "Tawny may look stressed but I didn't take advantage of the girl." She said, "Well, Master Earl certainly took advantage of me. Several times." Earl grinned and reminded her, "You loved it. Especially because, like you said, Tawny here wasn't any good in the sack, even when she had a dick and was allowed to use it. Speaking of which, what do you want done with her?" "Well, I could have you sell her to some pimp on the street and he could add her to his stable. Or we could frame her and get her sent to prison, where she could be a real hit with the other, anatomically-correct, girls. Or with the men, if that's who they put her with. But I was thinking of just leaving her here with Mike while I take care of some legal matters. And then, if she wants me to be kind, she can sign a few papers and I'll reconsider her fate. You wouldn't mind having her here for a week or two, would you Mike?" "Hell, no. In fact, I'm having three of my buddies over tonight to play poker and I could use a maid. Everybody ought to have a maid." Laurie told him, "Everybody ought to have a serving girl." I was stunned. In a strained whisper I pleaded, "Laurie, take me home with you." "Why? So you can tell me that whoever has the money runs everything, and then we can have bad sex? Not right now. Maybe later. See you then." Master Mike gave me an order to be silent and then we joined them. The three chatted amiably and Laurie couldn't keep her hands off Earl. He touched her hair and frequently patted her thigh. After another hour they left. Mike folded the lead from my nose ring so short that, when he lowered his hand, I had to bend way over. He walked away with me struggling to keep up in that awkward posture, while wearing heels, with my rear wagging in the air. For the rest of the day I was his servant girl, though at times it was like I was playing the wife role. His touches got increasingly sexual and he expected more reciprocation from me. It was a long and difficult day. My pathological aversion to male- on-male contact didn't dissuade him. Quite the opposite. It was his turn-on. I kissed his legs and even his buttocks, but avoided giving him what I knew he really wanted. His poker buddies arrived and they played for hours, with me in an even smaller apron, serving them snacks and beers. My mortification while being ogled by a trio of guys was endless. At last the evening ended and I was alone with Mike again. I wasn't able to avoid the inevitable any longer. He took my oral virginity and said afterwards that, if I made a good effort and learned to treat his cock the way he liked -- his thick nine inch cock -- I could preserve my anal maidenhead. I decided right then that, as much as it revolted me, I would become the best cocksucker he had ever encountered. After a week and a half my wife returned, again with Earl. She was more businesslike this time as she proffered a dozen documents for me to sign. Wanting only to get away from Mike before he decided my fellatio skills had fallen below his high standards, and it was time to take my butt cherry, as he sometimes called it, I wrote my name on every dotted line she pointed to. When it was over she visited for a while and then left with her lover. Mike looked at me and said, "I think my zipper's stuck. See if you can get it down, Tawny." He was insatiable. A week after that Laurie showed up once more. All I had on were a bra with half-cups and a thong, both of them bright red with narrow black ribbons. She told me that, because I'd signed those papers, our marriage had been legally ended, every bit of my wealth and property was now hers, and that I was utterly dependent on Mike. "Oh," she added. "I should also mention that I waited too long and now your false pussy is permanent, there's no way to reverse what was done to your body, and the make-up that was put on your face with that special instrument can never be removed. So sorry. I hope you two will be happy together... for a long long time." After she and Earl were gone, Mike looked me in the eyes and said, "This calls for something special, Tawny. And I've got just the thing. Go into the bedroom, get out of those thong panties, and lay face down on the bed, with a few pillows under your hips, so your tempting ass is at the perfect height for me to jam my cock into." In several kinds of shock, I went numbly to the bedroom and did what I was instructed to. A YEAR AFTER THE MASTER AND SLAVE PARTY. It was time for the Crayle Club's next annual new member party. This year the theme was Dr. Moreau and his Creations, based on the novel by H.G. Wells. Although he wasn't eligible to compete, Master Mike got permission from Crayle himself (a really great guy) to dress up Tawny. They got there the afternoon of the event and, with the help of some folks from New View, prepared Tawny for her grand entrance. Once the party started and all the guests had arrived, it was announced that a special costume had been prepared because this was the first anniversary of Tawny starting her new life, which she had become such a success at. There was a hushed moment and then Master Mike appeared, resplendent in a brand new leather tuxedo. Waddling along behind him came a strange creature. It was covered in feathers, except where two large round boobs protruded. Most of its face was covered by a big beak that was as yellow as those feathers. Above the beak, through two cut-out eye holes, peered a pair of staring eyes. Tawny's eyes. Her legs were bent double and she had to do an clumsy duck walk, made more difficult by the heels she wore. Also yellow. There was a long bird tail stretched out behind her. As she arduously came down the steps, which fortunately were shallow, everyone saw that the near end of the tail vanished between her plump shapely buttocks. (OW!) Many people were imagining just how uncomfortable that must be. Some were mentioning to each other that they had heard she hadn't been allowed to cum since she became Master Mike's property. Others claimed that she had been conditioned to dribble ejaculate when he took her from behind. No one envied her the new life she had been given, not even the natural submissives. For the rest of the evening, while contest entrants appeared, the Masters dressed as medical men and their submissive chattel as bunnies, dogs, cats, and even one chubby piggy, everyone's attention kept shifting back to Tawny. She truly was a sight to behold. After the new winners were announced, the bird-figure was put into a human-sized birdcage. While amazing over the bizarre sight Tawny made, one guest even claimed that before this she had been a wealthy man with a home, a lovely wife, and expensive hobbies. But that couldn't be true... could it? ********* (This story owes lots -- and lots and lots -- to THE POWER OF SUGGESTION by C.C. It also borrows from some of his other fine works, which should be read and glowingly reviewed. When I say his work inspired me, I really mean that I stole shamelessly from it. "When you steal, only steal from the best.")