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The Ambassador's Wife By Stefanie Flowers At first sight they look a perfect couple; the handsome, successful business tycoon accompanied by a smartly dressed, well-educated, and incredibly beautiful wife. Obviously made for each other, they even have gender appropriate versions of the same name, Michael and Michelle. Both are fitness fanatics that met at a gym when taking the same spin class. The way they look at each other, they must be very much in love. Michael is a tall, well-built man of thirty five. He has a rugged looking handsome face with a strong chin and welcoming smile. The body is well muscled and he has a flat washboard stomach. Straight, dirty blond hair is kept on the long side, sometimes pulled back into a small pigtail held together using a rubber band. He's in incredible shape, working out for at least thirty minutes every day. Michael, besides being independently wealthy, is also a successful businessman, being CEO of a minor defense contractor. He dabbles in politics and occasionally helps the government by providing useful contacts for off-world dealings. Michelle is quite tall for a woman. She has long glossy black hair that she keeps in a professional looking bun during the day but during the evening let's fall in a cascade of waves over her shoulders. The eyes are a sparkling emerald green set in a classically beautiful porcelain face. Her captivating wide smile exposes a perfect set of pearl white teeth. She has a 36-24-36 body kept in tone by constant exercise. Everywhere she goes men turn their heads in drooling appreciation and lust while women study her with glaring jealousy. Not only is she incredibly beautiful but also very smart and highly educated. Always well presented, she dresses in the most expensive designer fashions and jewelry. A definite asset to Michael for entertaining important guests, she also holds a responsible job at the state department. She is an analyst of political activities on several worlds but specializes in one called Imperium. Imperium's society is based on the old Roman civilization of Earth. Michelle provides many useful connections for Michael to gain government contracts and influence. On the surface they appear to be the ideal couple; very much in love with each other, but as we all know, appearances can be deceptive. Michael is an outright egotist not caring about anyone else. In his own eyes he is perfect; indeed he was God's gift to women. He did not marry Michelle for love but for all the other advantages it provided; a trophy wife for entertaining, important contacts in government and best of all, great sex. He's tired of running businesses and is hoping Michelle will line up an important but cushy government position for him. Michelle did not marry for love either. Nor did she do so for the sex. She covets Michael's physical body and his powerful position in society, not as a woman does for love of a man, but out of a desire to literally be him. Her scheme to casually meet Michael at spin class and lure him into marriage had worked like a charm. Michelle hates being a woman and is looking for a way to become a man but not just any man. Michael is the man she wants to be; handsome, virile, powerful, strong, intelligent, and wealthy. She tolerates his kisses and their love making only because it is required to gain his trust. Michelle hates, but endures, having to outwardly be an ultra-feminine woman wearing expensive perfumes, sexy lingerie, high heels and alluring dresses. It's just part of an act. She needs to use all of her wiles to get Michael to fall into her trap. Michael is oblivious to the toes he had trod upon, the enemies that he had made both in government and industry to get where he is today. Many would love to see him brought down a peg or two, and yes humiliated. Included in that list is Michelle's boss Davina, a manager responsible for recruiting staff to fill Earth's embassies spread throughout numerous civilizations. Michael had deeply embarrassed Davina at a big diplomatic event, making her look like an uneducated buffoon. What was worse, it had cost her being considered for promotion to assistant secretary of state, trapping her in a dead end mid-level bureaucratic manager's position. Michelle felt confident that she could enlist Davina's aid in carrying out her plan. It would provide Davina with sweet revenge against Michelle's egotistical bastard of a husband. Her plan hinged on the fact that Earth's government had an urgent need to set up a grass roots Embassy on Imperium. Currently there is no reasonable candidate to fill the Ambassador's position, but that was about to change. In other circumstances, Michelle would be an ideal candidate. She had spent many years assimilating Imperium culture, following their politics and learning their customs. She speaks Latin as fluently as a native of that world and has good diplomatic skills. Indeed, she is someone who can lead and take charge no matter the situation. Unfortunately she is a woman and would not be treated seriously as a diplomat. On Imperium a woman is merely a possession, certainly not acceptable as a high level diplomat from Earth. Michael, on the other hand, is the epitome of an Imperium male; arrogant, egotistical, and chauvinistic. He would fit in rather well with that patriarchal society. Unfortunately he has none of the necessary diplomatic skills. Michael does not speak the language let alone know much about the culture. He is also a bully only thriving in situations where he has a strong advantage. Not very bright, Michael would clearly be taken advantage of by the shrewd Imperium officials. No one would look to him for leadership. He doesn't even know how to diplomatically close a deal by making trivial concessions to attain an important outcome. What Earth's government desperately needs is a blend of the two people, or more exactly, a male version of Michelle. Michelle walks into Davina's office and closes the door behind her. "Davina, I have the perfect solution to our problem on Imperium." "Really, that's wonderful!" responds her boss with a smile. "Don't laugh when I say this. You need to offer the Ambassador's job to Michael." Davina bursts out into laughter. "Michelle, I hope that you're joking. That's not even a solution, let alone a perfect one!" In a more serious tone she continues "He's a bull in a china shop and, no offense, would make a terrible Ambassador. Even if he were perfect for the position I also happen to hate him. No offense, but he's the last person on Earth that I would ever bestow that great honor upon. Besides, what about yourself, you know how they treat women on Imperium? You would not want to suffer that!" "I know, no offense taken, but it is a perfect solution!" exclaimed Michelle. "Just listen to me. I'm sure you've guessed by now that I am really transgender. I'm someone that feels like a man trapped in a woman's body. You want to get revenge on him and I want his body. We both achieve our desires if can trick him into exchanging bodies with me. We can use the open Ambassadors slot as the perfect mechanism to do so." "You've lost it Michelle. Swapping bodies! I've never heard of such a thing" giggles Davina. "If only it were possible, just the thought of Michael coping with being a woman is delicious, let alone a woman on Imperium." "Just hear me out Davina! Come to dinner at my home tonight. During the conversation I'll casually mention to Michael the problem we have of finding a suitable candidate to be Ambassador. You can then ask Michael if he knows of anyone who might be suitable. He won't, but you can casually mention he would have been the perfect candidate if only he was fluent in Latin and knowledgeable about Imperium's culture. That will challenge his ego and make him propose an obvious remedy. He'll point out that he could effectively be Ambassador since, as a husband and wife team, I could act as advisor and translator. You then sadly reply, if only that were so. Imperium will not accept women in a diplomatic role, not even a minor one such as advisor. It is the Ambassador that must have all the necessary skills and, due to timing of the embassy opening, we need one now. Once that sinks in, I can bait the trap by reminding him of a new technology development his company is working on; a hyperspace transporter. So far it can only transfer small items for short distances but it has proven to be a medical boon in removing inoperable brain tumors. It's also used by transsexuals who want to exchange bodies. I will volunteer to temporarily switch with Michael so that he can take the necessary time to develop the required diplomatic skills while I, as Michael, could fill in on a temporary basis as Ambassador. At least, that's the story. In reality, once on Imperium it will be both impractical and unnecessary to switch bodies. I as Michelle in Michael, have the perfect resume to be Ambassador, and her as Michael in Michelle, will have no say in the matter once the exchange has been made." Davina was giddy with pleasure as she thought of how that egotistical bastard Michael would literally be screwed many times over as punishment for her humiliation, once by switching bodies with a woman and then forevermore as a female having to submit to men. "You're right, it is a deliciously perfect solution. I love it, but is he stupid enough to fall for the ruse?" Thus the offer was made to Michael. Davina stroked his ego saying how he would be perfect as Ambassador if only he had Michelle's diplomatic skills. Once hooked on the idea, the trap was set. Michelle made her pitch about the hyperspace machine and Davina, acting appropriately surprised, exclaimed how wonderful it is that science could solve their dilemma. She apologized for the minor inconvenience of him having to be Michelle for a short while. It was necessary that Michelle in Michael's body temporarily fill in as the new Ambassador. The training could be accomplished during the outward voyage to Imperium. Michelle contributed to the sales pitch by saying how much it would enhance their love and understanding of each other. They would become a lot closer after being able to experience each other's bodies and gender perspectives for a short period of time. How many couples would ever have such a wonderful opportunity? Michael was not happy with the plan and certainly had no desire to exchange roles with Michelle, but he really wanted the Ambassadorship and saw no alternative to the Michelle's suggestion. He trusts that Michelle will be eager to get her body back as soon as possible thus providing her an incentive to train him as fast as possible. He'd heard that Imperium has a patriarchal society giving men the upper hand, so there would be lots of opportunity later for stimulating encounters with Imperium's women once he became Ambassador. He always thought himself the dominant partner in their marriage and already had a few satisfying extra-marital affairs. Being Michelle for a short period would be a real pain in the butt, but how bad could it be? He could get through it by secluding himself during the outbound trip to focus on completing the training in time while Michelle played Ambassador. With his superior intellect, the training should be completed much sooner than expected; certainly long before reaching Imperium. He seriously underestimated the effects that a change in gender could have on his independence and the resulting complications that would arise when taking on a female role. Davina then did all preparatory work to have Michael officially nominated the Ambassador to Imperium. She explained to the Secretary of State how it would really be a very well qualified Michelle in Michael's body that would be Ambassador. Hyperspace technology was from that moment on designated a restricted technology, never to be allowed off- world. The Secretary of State expressed his surprise at Michael's willingness to help Earth by switching gender roles for the assignment on Imperium. Davina was ready for this question. "Mr. Secretary, I am about to tell you something that must be kept strictly confidential and not even discussed with Michael and Michelle. Secretly, they are both transgender and want to permanently exchange bodies to live each other's lives. Besides helping Earth, this will make them a very happy couple. Michelle, as Ambassador, will get the responsibility she deserves while Michael will get to fulfill his feminine needs and desires." The Secretary smiled and nodded his agreement. He didn't believe Davina's story for a minute, but relished the thought of egotistical, power hungry Michael stuck forever in a woman's body. Couldn't have happened to a more deserving person, he thought. He wondered what leverage Davina had found to force his agreement. That was one seriously dangerous woman to piss off. "The nomination is approved subject to the gender swap being successful. All records concerning this meeting are to be classified ultra-secret for a period of thirty years. The conversation concerning Michael's and Michelle's proclivities and their gender swap never happened. However, Davina, you are personally responsible making sure it happens with no foul up." A week passed as preparations were made for the body exchange and trip out to Imperium. Michael seemed unusually nervous and every night insisted that they make love. He was working hard to reassure his male ego and self-esteem as a man. Michelle put up with his behavior knowing that he was getting jittery with the rapidly approaching body swap just days away. Finally, it was the last night they would be themselves. Michael insisted on having sex with Michelle outfitted in the flimsiest of lingerie and a very tight waist cinching corset. She first had to kneel before him and give oral sex. Michael tightly grasped her head making her swallow his cum as he ejaculated in the back of her throat. Afterwards she had endured his love making while he thrust his rigid penis in and out of her vagina. Finally she managed to fake an orgasm as he climaxed. Thank god that was the last time she would ever have to endure sex with him, or anyone else for that matter, as a female. She vowed he would be made to fully understand all aspects of a female's role in Imperium's society. It was the three days before boarding the space cruiser to Imperium and time to switch bodies. Davina and Michelle had deliberately left it late so that there would be little time for Michael to have second thoughts before boarding the space cruiser as a woman. Even so, Michelle took out some extra insurance. She placed an Imperium slave collar around her own neck feeling a chill as it automatically locked shut on her body. It had an accompanying flexible metal leash that clips onto the collar for leading your female around much like a pet. On the leash there is a button that activates the collars electrical shock function for administering discipline to the wearer. Not wanting to experience its usefulness as herself, she quickly packaged the leash in a gift box complete with satin bow and tag saying "To my dear husband, now and from this day onwards I fully submit to you as your willing slave. Love Michelle, XXX". Included in the package was a man's signet ring embossed with a naked woman. This too activates the collars discipline system. She would hand the package to Michael just before exchanging bodies. Of course, the gift was really for her once she was in Michael's body. The gift with signed tag would provide legal evidence that Michelle had volunteered to be treated not as a wife but as an Ancilla, a female pleasure slave. To avoid any scenes on boarding the cruiser, she also had the Ancilla barcode tattooed onto her left rear butt. For the outward bound trip she hoped to keep him believing that they were still just husband and wife team, with him only acting the role of Ancilla for diplomatic purposes. On Imperium his new life as Ancilla would fully begin. Today, for the first time ever, Michelle took great pleasure in dressing as femininely as possible; a tight shiny baby pink satin dress went over the flimsiest of satin undergarments and the same waist nipping corset that she had worn last night. The dress displayed plenty of cleavage and only covered her legs to mid-thigh. Real silk stockings encased her legs, their shape made even more enticing by very high stiletto heels. She put on full make-up including long false eyelashes and plenty of mascara and eye shadow. Her lips were coated in a luscious metallic pink lip gloss. In her ears she wore long dangling earrings the bottoms of which touched her shoulders. It was worth dressing up like a man's wet dream on this last day. She wanted him to be totally shocked by feminine sensations as he awoke in her body. He would immediately be subject to feeling and looking the part of what he was to become, a sexual object. And besides, the new Michelle would also be dressed ready for a hot sexual encounter with the new Michael. She had put the slave items on now just in case the new Michael proved difficult after the body exchange. The collar would, if necessary, rapidly establish the new power structure in their relationship. Michael, on the other hand, came to the hyperspace labs unshaven, dressed in just a casual shirt and jeans. He looked unusually subdued and preoccupied. In his mind he was having second thoughts about the plan and in denial that the body exchange was really necessary, or even possible. Unfortunately he would lose too much face if he backed out now. Earth's government had already blessed and approved the subterfuge. The embassy staff selected and passage booked on the Imperium space cruiser. Maybe he would get lucky and the transfer not work. He eyed Michelle's sexy scandalous outfit and silver collar, and wondered why she had dressed so provocatively. He would prefer her to be in a loose fitting tee-shirt and jeans. Michelle kissed him on the cheek and gave him the gift package telling him not to open it until after the exchange. He did not seem to comprehend her joke that it was she who would actually receive the gift. They sat down side by side under the head sets that would exchange their brains by hyperspace transfer. Michael did not know it, but Earth's government, had no intention of letting Michael regain his body on Imperium. The new hyperspace technology was too important to risk by letting it go off-world and he was not qualified to be Ambassador. This transfer would be the only one and had been specially set up so that each body would retain autonomous skills associated with its gender. In that way the new Michael would quickly act and behave as a man, as would the new Michelle a woman. In addition, however, the new Michelle would have a reduced overall IQ and be left with very limited skills for learning a foreign language. At best, she would only be able to handle basic simple sentences in Latin. Outwardly, the actual transfer seemed mundane, a non-event. No flashing lights or bolts of lightning, just the quiet hum of a capacitor charging followed by a small flicker in the rooms lighting as a high voltage surge discharged into the transfer equipment. Michael felt a sickening sensation as if space had folded in on itself; which indeed it had. He suddenly became aware of his new body and the strange sensations caused by feminine attire. Calling out Michelle's name he looked at his old body. A big grin appeared on its face while its eyes lit up with glee. Michelle, suddenly aware of her new male body, rejoiced in the feeling of male strength that it gave her. Finally, her dream had come true. She was now a man! In future he would be in total control of the relationship and dictate events. The new Michelle, dressed as femininely as she was, and being in a smaller weaker body, felt very vulnerable and looked at her old self with panicked stricken eyes. "Don't worry Michelle. I'm going to take very good care of you. You'll soon become very natural at being me. To save confusion and to keep our exchange secret, we need to establish ground rules right away." said the new Michael. "Until you are suitably trained, I am now Michael and you are now Michelle in every aspect of our lives. That's how we must act at all times, you as my loving dutiful wife and I as your husband." The new Michael had thus immediately established his dominant role and laid out how things were to proceed. "To be convincing you need forget your old self and embrace the new you. Only once you've mastered that role we can think about starting you on some serious training for your long term position." Unknown to the new Michelle, the training would have little to do with diplomatic skills but would actually be for the life-long position of Ancilla or pleasure slave. "But there's no need for that" responded the new Michelle. "I can just seclude myself for the outbound trip quickly completing my studies. The quicker we swop back, the better." "Don't be stupid dear" said the new Michael. "You are now the Ambassadors wife and have an important role to play in supporting you husband". Disappointed at the setback to her plans, the new Michelle was understandably upset. She managed to hold herself together enough to meekly nod acceptance of his plans. "So how best do we start?" "I know," said Michael. "Let's celebrate by making love tonight." That night Michelle had her initiation to love making as a woman. Michael took a perverse pleasure in making Michelle perform a repeat of the previous night, this time he being the man and she the woman. Made to kneel in front of his exposed penis, he gave her first lesson in how to perform a satisfying blow job. She reluctantly pulled out his penis and began by kissing and licking it, slowly coaxing it to stiffen to attention. As instructed she formed an O with her mouth and slowly slipped the penis in and out of it. Michael gradually became more and more excited. He grabbed Michelle's head pulling it all the way onto his engorged, throbbing penis. Michael was ecstatic to finally be experiencing sex as a man. What a surge of ecstasy and sense of total domination. Michelle was gagging as his penis pushed into the back of her throat. Michael's orgasm exploded sending a shot of semen into her mouth. Some of the semen did not go down her throat but stayed in her mouth. It was slimy and tasted disgusting. She felt degraded and abused, finding no pleasure, only humiliation in the act of oral sex. Michael lay back on the bed panting. After relaxing for a while he coaxed Michelle into licking and sucking his penis clean. "Isn't this wonderful dear? I've never had such a wonderful orgasm. The only thing that would have made it better is if you had a tongue piercing." Seeing the look on Michelle's face he continued: "Don't worry, you'll soon learn to love it just as much as I used to!" Michelle did not think so but then she did not know how much the old Michelle had hated it too. "And then who knows, my love, maybe you'll get that piercing for me." Responding with a forced smile Michelle pretended everything was alright. How could Michael so easily enjoy being a man while she hated her new female role and how could she complain after Michelle had done the same for him so willingly before their exchange? Half an hour later Michelle was naked on the bed lying on her back. Michelle feared that even with her consent what was to come would feel like rape. She was so used to being the powerful, dominant male that her mind had trouble accepting her weaker body and new submissive feminine role. Michael climbed on top of her, grabbed her hands and pinioned her arms back above her head. He began gently by kissing her mouth, then neck and moved on to nibble at her ears. She methodically responded by kissing him on the lips and accepting his tongue in her mouth. The actions were only a conditioned response from her brain. They brought no arousal of sexual excitement, only a building dread of what was to come. When he began to play with her breasts and nibble at her nipples she felt a modicum of stimulation. Finally he began to rub her clitoris and work some fingers into her vaginal slit. Still no lubricating juices appeared, so he smeared some vaginal cream in preparation for penetration. His stiffening rod penetrated her vagina. This worked magic on stimulating him further as his penis grew rubbing backwards and forwards in that heavenly silken orifice. Michelle just lay there frigid as he rocked her body backwards and forwards. Finally he orgasmed and it was over as she felt a large slug of semen deposited within her. "You'll need to do better than that next time," said Michael. "I, at least, always used to fake an orgasm for you. Now it's your turn to do the same for me." Was it true, had the old Michelle only pretended satisfaction with their intercourse? Michelle felt belittled that he was not the man he thought he had been. Even worse, she had been thoroughly violated by her own male body. She wanted nothing more than to cry. Michael had found the forced love making exhilarating. Making her comply with his desires had left him feeling dominant and all powerful. He hoped she would never learn to like sex as a woman; indeed to hate it just as much as he had. To rub in the new status quo he warned: "Now that you're a woman, don't forget to take your pill every day. You don't want to get pregnant yet do you? It had been a long night lying in the same bed side by side. He snoring and she lost in a desperate mental loop, trying to figure a way out of her predicament. Much to her consternation, Michael seemed to relish his new role as a man that dominates her. Even now, he slept with an arm draped over waist, the arm extended with its hand cupping and squeezing one of her breasts. She could not sleep but by first light had regained a modicum of composure and self-confidence. It would only be a few months before things were reversed and she would be himself again; in control and dominating the relationship. She wriggled out of his embrace and crept off to get bathed and dressed. Despite attempting for an understated look, the simple form fitting summer dress and minimal make- up made her look spectacular. Somehow, her body knew how to dress well and apply makeup expertly. If only she could take the stupid necklace off. There seemed to be no release catch and why did it have a steel ring in the back? And what about that barcode tattoo she saw on her butt in the mirror. When and why did Michelle get that? She had a suspicion that answer would not be to her liking but decided to ask Michael later that day. Davina sat down to lunch with Michael. "I know you're enjoying yourself, but if you want this to continue you need to help Michelle through the transition, not send her into shock. Everything will be ruined if she has a mental breakdown." "Why Davina, I thought you would be enjoying your revenge too much to worry about her state of mental health" responded Michael. "Still, no need to worry. I know how to make her compliant to my wishes. Presently, she's all decked out as the perfect little wife holding a tea and cake party for all the other diplomat's wives. She's already falling into line and is going to be a great little asset. I can't wait until we get to the end of the voyage and she finds there's no hyperspace machine on board to change her back into a man." "Michael, none of that is important right now. We have a major diplomatic problem to resolve" said Davina. "Imperium has made opening the new embassy conditional upon not challenging their laws and social customs. They specifically brought up the wives. As you well know, except for the nobility, Imperium women are not free or even considered human; they are legally just female livestock. There are no free women, let alone wives! The married men on our staff will just have to leave their women behind. When told, a lot of the men will probably refuse the assignment." "Mmm, that sounds serious. Don't worry Davina; I'll come up with a solution. Just set up a meeting between me, our male staff and the Imperium representatives for this afternoon. I'm sure that we can quickly resolve the issue," said Michael. Michael outlined his ideas to the assembled group of diplomats and Imperium representatives. "We just need to convince our wives that when in public on Imperium they need to act and dress as Ancilla." "That's not enough," interjected Tribune Caius. "Switching back and forth from wife to slave as embassy grounds are crossed would be confusing for everyone and could lead to unintended violations of the agreement." So the husbands agreed that somehow the wives would need to "volunteer" to be full time Ancilla, even on embassy grounds. In principal the men did not object to this but knew that their wives would vehemently disagree. "We need to coax them into it," said Michael. "And I think I know just the person to do it. My wife's been studying Imperium society for years and knows how to fit in with their society. In anticipation of this, she already fitted herself with an Ancilla collar and ownership barcode. My wonderful wife even gifted me with the matching leash and owner's signet ring." Of course, it was Michael that had done this, and the new Michelle was yet to learn the significance of what she wore. "She will convince the ladies to support this first diplomatic resolution between Earth and Imperium." During the day Michael answered Michelle's questions about the significance of the collar and the barcode. For diplomatic reasons it was necessary for her and all of the women to wear them when in public on Imperium. Michelle protested that she had been tricked into wearing the symbols of slavery and that he should have told her of his intentions before the body swap. "Don't make a big deal of it, Michelle" said Michael in a conciliatory tone. "To make it easy for you, I just put the collar and barcode on before the swap. Don't forget, when we swap back soon, it's me who will be playing the part of Ancilla for the five year assignment. I'm willing to do it for you so you can at least do it for me now." Of course, he did not explain all the aspects of being an Ancilla, just the need to wear a collar and barcode identification for security sake when in public. If they were to walk around as free women they could be captured and sold as real slaves. Michelle slowly gave in to Michael's pleas and agreed to help convince the other women to play their part too. At a lunch hosted by the Ambassadors wife Michelle did her best to convince the women to accept the role they had to play. The silver collars were presented to each lady as a gift from the Imperium government. The wine had been laced with relaxant so the women were already drugged into a happy and compliant mode. "So ladies, we've been requested to play a crucial role in establishing diplomatic ties with Imperium and take an active part in our own security. In reality the collar and identifier change nothing. It's just an act to satisfy the diplomatic sensibilities on Imperium. As you can see, I am already wearing the collar and have been tattooed with a barcode identifier; don't worry, a laser can remove it at the end of our assignment" concluded Michelle. "The collar will protect you when out in public and make sure that you will not be kidnapped for the slave trade." This sent an excited titter around the group as a document acknowledging their agreement to the charade was passed around for signature. While the ladies excitedly talked about their new and unexpected acting role, Michelle coaxed them into trying on the silver collars for fit. The collars looked beautiful and none of the women could resist pushing the closed, each woman hearing a soft but definite click signifying activation of the lock. While the women admired their new item of jewelry, Michelle announced that for convenience a small adjacent room has been set aside for applying the identifier. "Please don't rush the room but wait until your name is called. Afterwards you can show off your attractive new adornments to your husband who will most assuredly take you home and ravage you!" The audience burst out into a chorus of laughter each woman hoping that would prove to be true. Michael then entered the room to address the women's only party. "Ladies, thank you for resolving this diplomatic problem for Earth's government. Your commitment to our success makes me proud. As a small reward for your help, please enjoy an all expense, embassy paid visit to the space cruisers beauty parlor followed by a shopping spree at the ships fashionable clothing store. Davina was shocked when she heard what had happened. "That's very ruthless of you Michael. Don't you realize that it's illegal to have slaves on Embassy grounds, let alone turn the diplomat's wives into pleasure slaves?" "It's only illegal if one of them makes a complaint," protested Michael. "As far as Earth and the wives are concerned, they are just putting on an act to satisfy diplomatic sensibilities. We have their signed consent, they put the collars on themselves and they even voluntarily had the barcodes applied to their thighs. It's a done deal. By the time Imperium is reached, Michelle and all of the other wives will be very compliant and fully trained in the womanly arts of being a pleasure slave. It was finally the day to depart for Imperium. Each wife was now having second thoughts as their husband explained what was expected of her on boarding the Imperium space cruiser. She was to meekly follow a few paces behind her husband to the check-in point. He would provide his diplomatic passport while she would need to raise her dress to have the newly tattooed barcode scanned and registered into the ships computer. Her husband would then attach a leash to her collar and lead her to the diplomatic suites. All of the time, she was to keep her eyes down and never make eye contact with anyone. You could see in the women's faces that they resented submitting to this humiliating act. After settling in Michael suggested Michelle go out to explore the ship, maybe take advantage of the promised free visit to the beauty parlor, and clothes shop. Perhaps she might run across some of the other diplomat's wives to gossip with. These were not things that she wanted to do. Being reminded that she was now a woman and had to act like one did not put her in a good mood. Never having been on a starship, Michelle would really prefer to see the bridge and the warp engines. Unfortunately, as a woman, that was not an option. She had a role to play as the Ambassadors wife and mingle with the other wives so she meekly agreed to his suggestion. "OK," Michael said casually. "Be sure to be back in time for dinner at the Captains table." With that he handed her leash to a ship's steward. "What's this" Michelle asked in an angry voice. "I'm the Ambassadors wife! It's demeaning to be led around on a leash, especially by a stranger. I thought that was just for boarding and only you would have the leash?" "Don't make a fuss Michelle. He's just here to act as your guide and protect you. The leash is an Imperium custom; part of your Ancilla act when in public. Besides, it will keep you from getting lost. The steward has my credit card and will pay for anything that you want." "I don't understand," said Michelle. "Why can't I use the credit card?" "Don't be silly! That's why you need training before becoming Ambassador. You don't understand Imperium customs or their laws. There is no such thing as a wife on Imperium. All women are female live-stock owned by a male. It would be embarrassing to our hosts to have you wander around by yourself, especially trying to buy things. For your own good, you must always be in the control of a man when out in public." Michelle was stunned by Michael's revelation. She certainly felt stupid. Why had he she not been told of this before the exchange? Now she was now playing the part of live-stock that he owned? Feeling totally humiliated she was led out to explore the ship. First stop was the beauty parlor where she ran across the other diplomats' wives; all on leashes each led by a steward. There was a lot of complaining going on and comments such as "Just wait till I see my husband" and "You can't do this to me". Obviously the wives were just as outraged as Michelle by the indignity of being led around by a servant. The stewards stoically ignored the women's complaints and relinquished the leashed ladies into the hands of the beauty parlor personnel; almost naked girls wearing only leather body harnesses, collars and what appeared to be metal panties. Each wife was helped to disrobe and given a mud bath. They emerged hairless from the neck down with glowing soft skin. Next they enjoyed luxurious full body massages helping them to mellow out and relieve the tensions of the day. Each of them was given a glass of wine to sip as the harnessed girls gave manicures and pedicures. Slowly the excited gossip dissipated to a halt. Eventually silence fell as they all dropped off into a deep drug induced sleep. Completely unaware of what was happening to them they were each led off one by one. The first procedure was at a dentist's chair where their back lower molars were removed. The tongue was pierced way back in the mouth close to where the molars had been removed and fitted with a permanent bar bell. Next a hole was punched through the septum of the nose and reinforced by a metal grommet pressed closed within the hole using a pair of pliers. That completed, they were led off to a waist high bar. Tethered over it, their bottoms were exposed pointing upwards into the air. Each bottom was fitted with a metal chastity belt. First a bulbous hollow tube was gently pushed into their anus. Once inserted a ratchet was used to expand the tube such that it could not be removed. A catheter was then inserted through the vagina, the other end of which was attached to a valve on the chastity belt. The metal chastity belt was then installed around the waist, clicking shut with a very definite locking sound. The sleeping women were then placed at individual work stations to finish their beauty treatments. They slowly started to awaken to the washing, cutting, and perming of their hair. Finally make-up was applied to their faces. A chorus of protests began to sound as they gradually awoke and became aware that things had been done to them. Not much was intelligible as they now had mouths with piercings and missing teeth. "Ladies, there is no need for alarm. Can we have some quiet please?" said the beauty parlor manager. Once she had their attention she continued "Be patient, I am going to explain everything to you. On Imperium, and indeed on this ship, there are no ladies rooms. Instead, we have something much better and very practical. All women wear a metal belt of the kind that you are now equipped with. To pass body waste you just mate with an Ancilla post just like this one here. They are located all over the ship and some even act as chairs upon which you can comfortably sit." The example to which she pointed looked like a bicycle saddle mounted on top of a long pole, the saddle having a penis sized rod pointing up vertically from the seat. "Mrs. Ambassador, please come forward and demonstrate its use. You just sit down on the post so that it mates with the tube in your anus. It will flush out your bowels and drain your bladder." The group of newly outfitted Ancilla stood in shocked silence. It was a nightmare. They had heard the words but were too shocked to accept them. Most thought it best not to voice any protest in front of this mad woman but to wait till they returned to the safety of the diplomatic suites and the protection of their husbands. Also, with a newly discovered tongue piercing, they had doubts that they could even speak clearly. As instructed Michelle cautiously moved forward and sat upon the post. There was a clicking sound as post and anus tube locked into position. Then she felt her colon fill to bursting and slowly drain away. This was followed by a second flush. Had she not been locked onto the post she would have stood up to avoid the painful bloating feeling. Once finished, the post unlocked itself. "Sleeping posts will stay attached all night ensuring that you do not need to rise from slumber to satisfy your need to go. As you can see it is a much more convenient system than using a toilet. I apologize for having to sedate you but installation of the device and the other improvements can be quite painful. Thankfully the task has been completed and you can proceed to the next part of your tour, the visit to the clothes shop. Remember, your husbands will want you looking your best for dinner at the Captain's table tonight." With that said the manager left and the stewards returned to reclaim their charges, attaching leashes to lead them off to the next destination. The group entered a very expensive looking shop full of upscale ladies clothing. The women slowly pushed aside the recent horrific events and started to browse the very expensive clothing store. Michelle joined in with the other women trying on lingerie, all kinds of dresses and shoes. She did not understand why the shopping experience was so pleasurable. As a man she had hated any kind of clothes shopping. After several hours of modelling for each other and complementing one another on their selections the shopping frenzy began to settle down. Michelle had selected an above the knee emerald green cocktail dress that matched her eyes. It had wide over the shoulder straps and corset type top that eliminated the need to wear a bra. She had also picked out a matching clutch and high heel shoes. For some reason, although she had hated having sex with Michael that first time, she felt very sexy and looked forward to flaunting her new outfit. The shopping over, they all headed back to the diplomatic suites. They made quite procession all decked out in their cocktail dresses, each tethered to a steward as if it were an everyday occurrence. It made no difference that they were late returning from the day's activities, for they were already dressed and beautifully coiffed for dinner. Each husband proudly took his wife's leash and led her into the dining room. The Captain and First Officer greeted each couple as they entered the room. The ladies were seated by their husbands and finally all were gathered around the table. None of the wives had yet had an opportunity to complain to their husbands about the day's indignities and wrongful treatment. The Captain's dinner table did not seem the place do so. As the meal progressed there were lots of speeches and toasts. Modestly dressed slave girls worked the table, serving dishes and pouring drinks. The ladies found that the new tongue piercings forced many of them to speak with a lisp, so uncharacteristically they left the men to do most of the talking. They also had problems chewing so spent a lot of time cutting their food into small pieces. Slowly the ladies ire mellowed as a result of the wonderful cuisine and entertaining male conversations. Imperium was after all an exciting destination and the women felt secure in their husband's presence. The men would set everything right and reverse the horrible things that had been done to them. Finally, as desert was being finished, Ambassador Michael rose to make a speech. "Captain, we thank you for such a delicious repast. This has been such a stimulating evening. Ladies, thank you so much for gracing our table tonight. This must have been a somewhat unsettling day for you all." The women looked at each other with quizzical glances. Was he already aware of what had been done to them? "I and your husbands are so proud that you've all volunteered to resolve this first diplomatic challenge to our mission. We've been told of how today you how whole heartedly embraced appearing as Ancilla, accepting the full outfit and even volunteering to forgo any latitude of the rules within embassy grounds. We men consider ourselves fortunate to have you as our wives, or should I now say Ancilla! Of course, with this solution comes an added bonus for us men - no more headaches ladies!" An appreciative guffaw of laughter came from the men as bright red blushes appeared on the women's faces. Sold down the river by their husbands they were momentarily lost for words. "Well Ladies and Gentlemen it's getting late and we have a lot to do tomorrow. The ladies will be starting their Ancilla training and we men need to develop our policies and stratagems for interacting with Imperium. Our lady folk have made an excellent start to fostering good relations with Imperium. I expect everyman to follow through on the good work by seeing that their Ancilla are properly trained and that discipline is strictly maintained at all times. No dropping the act on Embassy grounds. Good night everyone and sleep well." To the women's surprise, their husbands did not lead them off. Instead a steward entered the room, and announced that it was impractical and a strain on resources for each lady to have her own steward. In future, whenever going anywhere in a group, they would now be led in a coffle by just one steward. With that said, the ladies were lined up to form a coffle; a chain connecting each woman?s newly pierced septum to the ring on the preceding woman?s neck collar. He then clipped a leash to the leading woman?s nose and directed them off to the diplomatic suites Ancilla pen. Many of the women were belligerent and tried to resist. Michelle was furious for being positioned at the end of the line. She might be playing the part of an Ancilla but was, after all, the Ambassadors wife. If there were to be a line she should be in the lead. The woman then learned another aspect of the collars. A few shocks brought all of them to silence and acceptance of their humiliating position. The pen is where the women would be housed for sleeping when not required to entertain their husbands. The Ancilla pen was not your typical one consisting of wire cages. Instead, it held luxurious state of the art sleeping stations. Each station consisted of a leather upholstered couch shaped much as a person with arms and legs. Each has an Ancilla rod protruding at groin level and a helmet to encompass the head. Taken to these stations, each wife was made to sit upon the rod locking it into the chastity belts anus tube. This activated a dildo that slithered its way into their vagina. Anchored in this way to the sleeping coach there was nothing to do but lay back placing one's head in the helmet. The helmets modified brain waves quickly putting the angry women to sleep and, with the help of the electronically controlled dildos, induced sexual dreams designed to make the women compliant and happy with their role as pleasure slaves. Each woman awoke to a programmed orgasm. What better way to start the day! Thus with contented smiles on their faces they were led to the exercise room. Michelle, who was still mentally very much a man, had a scowl on her face. She had been raped all night long by the programmed sexual dreams. She urgently needed to talk with Michael about stopping the torture. Sleeping with Michael would be better than being violated by a machine! Until then, she had to go along with the group and do as she was told. Of course, after a few more weeks of conditioning, she too would awake with a smile on her face. The exercise room proved to be a new experience in degradation. The ladies were met by a well-toned female PT instructor dressed in tight fitting capris and tank top. She too wore a metal collar and must be a real Ancilla. ?Ladies!? she called out clearly to get their attention. ?We have a wonderful surprise for you this morning. On Imperium, Ancilla often race each other dressed as pony girls. This takes skill and endurance to be any good at it. So, instead of doing boring exercises each morning we are going to train as pony-girls. Besides toning your bodies you will learn the basic gaits of racing and how to respond to a rider?s commands. The first thing to do is strip and put on your harnesses.? They were placed into leather body harnesses. A posture collar was placed around the neck followed by a halter around the head. Thus harnessed the head was held erect and restricted to facing forwards. A bit was seated in in the space that their molars once occupied and locked in place by fastening to the tongue piercing. Blinkers were placed over the eyes and long leather boots with horse hooves laced onto their legs. The boots had no heels but made one stand on tip-toe. They even wore long haired pony tails clipped into the anus tubes. Thus outfitted they were led onto individual running tracks and clipped into place. The running track machines had mechanical arms for hold the reins and a whip for encouragement. For the next hour they went through a programmed exercise plan of walking, trotting and galloping while learning the pony-girl commands for changing pace, gait and direction. This was their early morning exercise routine for the rest of the trip. And so the days passed, the women gradually accepting the programmed activities. Not a moment was wasted to train them in their role as Ancilla and they soon forgot what life had been like before boarding the ship. Michelle wanted to start on her diplomatic training and switch bodies as soon as possible, but this was always turned down by Michael saying that as the Ambassadors wife she needed to set an example for the other wives. In time she submitted to all of the Ancilla training. The women were conditioned to sit, kneel, beg and submit to the command of hand signals or Latin words. Submitting meant kneeling down in front of a man with head to the floor and hands crossed in front for easy binding. This was practiced for hours until their response was instantaneous and their body motions fluid and sensuous. They all eventually had the extra piercings needed to perform traditional Ancilla dances. They had their belly button and clitoris pierced and fitted with closed rings. The women were constantly exercised in performing dances and learning how to sexually arouse and satisfy men. After three months the cruiser slowed to sedately approach Imperium. The wives still thought that they were acting a role but by now had become completely submersed in their lives as Ancilla remembering no other. Michelle still tenuously clung to her prior male persona and begged Michael to exchange bodies. Michael always nonchalantly declined stating that said she had not learnt the necessary diplomatic skills needed to be an effective Ambassador. Not yet ready to assume the role of Ambassador she had to stay as Michelle for a while longer. By now, Michelle was a fully trained Ancilla, used to her feminine role, and even working hard to please Michael during sex. Why was learning Latin proving to be so difficult? As an Ancilla it did not matter since there was no need to learn more than the few command words and hand signals. The wives were led off board by their husbands into the spaceports immigration area. Here the husbands produced their diplomatic passports and the wives rear bottoms scanned by a laser to register them as their husband's legal property. Walking demurely behind their husbands, each wife was led to an awaiting limousine for transportation to the Embassy. Everyone was excited and eager to see the Embassy grounds, especially the women who yearned for some freedom. Little did the women, or Michelle, realize that a point of no return had been passed. They were now legally not human but livestock, the property of their husbands. Michelle was seething. Her only hope of exchanging positions with Michael was on board the departing space cruiser. Now she had to be the Ambassadors wife for the full five year assignment. On arriving at the Embassy the men were shown to their sumptuous suites while the women were literally parked on Ancilla posts to rest in the Embassy's Ancilla pen. As evening approached, each wife was awoken, dressed in a harness and adorned with multiple tiny bells that tinkled with every body movement. Tonight there was to be a feast for the official opening of the Embassy. Even the world leader, Caesar, would be present. To create a good impression, and convince Imperium's government of Earth?s sincerity, the wives would show off their new skills to serve their husbands and entertain everyone as Ancilla by performing traditional dances. The room was packed with guests. Michelle knelt by the side of her husband feeling completely exposed and humiliated by her essentially naked body clothed in only a silver body harness adorned by numerous tinkling bells. She fawned on Michael?s needs, pouring wine and serving morsels of food into his mouth. He would periodically kiss her or grab and squeeze her voluptuous breasts. Deep inside she now realized that Michael had tricked and conditioned her into a doting servitude that she was unable to resist. Simple hand gestures controlled her bodies every response. Once a powerful man she was now doomed to life as a female slave. She did not care about the predicament of the other stupid wives, only that she would never regain her manhood. As all of the guests became sated by the food and drink Michael stood up to address the throng of people. "Thank you for your warm welcome and joining us here tonight to celebrate the opening of Earth's new Embassy on Imperium. As you can see, our wives have whole heartedly adopted Imperium?s customs and become true Ancilla for their duration on Imperium." This was responded to by a load cheer. "For your pleasure, they will perform some traditional dances learnt on the outward trip from Earth." With a clap of his hands each wife arose and walked up onto a circular stage located in the middle of the room. Other servant girls carrying light chains then climbed up onto the stage and began to alternately thread the chains through rings at the stage floor and through rings that pierced the wives bodies; one for the septum, one for each nipple, one for the belly button and one for the clitoris. The chains hung loosely and were festooned with tiny bells. Spread out in a circle, we women began to dance in perfect unison. We had no choice as an erroneous move on our part would result in pain as a chain pulled tightly on a sensitive body part. We made a hypnotic rhythm with the bells that helped us keep perfect time. The pace increased and we began to sweat profusely. After ten minutes of full exertion we finished the dance and collapsed to the floor kneeling in the submission position. The crowd roared their approval and wanted more. Caesar exclaimed his delight at the very difficult dance that we had just performed. He then asked for a favor. Of course, no one was going to deny him. He pointed at me and asked my name. "If it pleases Caesar," I said, "my name is Michelle, I am the Ambassadors wife." "Then Michelle, Ambassadors wife, I want to see you perform the pole dance." It was not the pole dance of a stripper but much worse. I was removed from the circle and chained to a central pole equipped with large phalluses. While the other chained women pranced around me I had to gyrate and make love to the phalluses, finally culminating in mounting one and having an orgasm. Surprisingly, this aroused me and I cried out in satisfaction as I climaxed. Still I was not given any rest. Caesar seemed captivated by me and requested that I perform the dance of veils. As I danced around the stage, men would pull away one veil at a time until finally I was naked in front of them. The man pulling the last veil won my sole attention for the rest of the evening. That, of course, happened to be Caesar. At the end of the evening I expected to be led back to the Embassy's Ancilla compound. Instead, Michael and Caesar had a quiet conversation and announced tomorrow a day for races to be held. Earth?s women would compete against Imperium?s best. In preparation, all of the diplomat?s wives were led off in a coffle to the Imperial stables. Obviously our morning training sessions on board the space cruiser had been in preparation for such an event. On entering the stables we were bedded down for the night in individual straw filled paddocks. Attached to the wall by long chains and fitted with the anus probes we lay down for an uncomfortable sleep. The next morning each diplomat?s wife was stripped, hosed down and fitted into pony gear. Being the Ambassadors wife I complained that I should not be degraded by becoming a pony-girl. The stable hands laughed and told me not to worry as I was to wear special tack befitting my exalted status. My complaints were finally muted by them fitting a halter on to me. It was equipped with a cruel and special bit. Not only did it attach to my tongue piercing but it had two moving parts. Pulling on the reigns pressed the bottom piece down onto my tongue while the upper piece pushed into the roof of my mouth. It was painful to resist so I quickly became docile and compliant. There I was in a gold embellished harness with platform bra and bells fitted to my boob and clitoris rings. Two straps from the waist harness passed under my groin effectively pulling apart my slit and placing my sex on full display. Lastly a pony tail was clipped to my anus ring. Now fully equipped in matching pony boots, posture collar and eye blinkers I was led out into daylight. It was startling to see such a throng of spectators. Even through my blinkered range of vision it was overwhelming. I was led out to the starting gate and backed up towards a chariot. Brackets on the chariots shafts were quickly locked into place on my body harness. I was suddenly a fixture of the cart. Reigns were slipped from my bit rings, through my nipple rings and back to the chariot. As if that was not bad enough, Michael came up to me and patted my butt. He pushed some kind of dildo into my vagina and locked it into place. ?You had better win this race for me if you want survive. I?ve made a bet with Caesar. He seems to be quite enamored with you. If you win, I get a luxury villa on the coast and you will become my profitable racing pony. If you lose, he gets ownership of you but I still get the villa as compensation, so I still profit no matter the outcome. The race was not even fair. I was competing against Caesars top filly. Even the whip lashes on my butt and shocks from the dildo could not get me to match, let alone surpass her. I finished exhausted and broken knowing that I was now Caesar?s to do with as he pleased. After being hosed down and dried, Michael led me over to the Imperial platform viewing stand. Handing my reins to Caesar, Michael said I believe this filly is yours. I stood for many hours with Caesar holding my reins as he watched the other races. Eventually, I was quietly led away to the stables of the Imperial Palace. There I was stripped of the pony tack and once again hosed down. Finally I was led to the Ancilla pen. The Ancilla pen at the Imperial Palace was not the comfortable place that I had grown accustomed to on the spaceship but I was grateful to be there after my ordeal at the race track. The pen consisted of a room full of wire cages. I was backed into a cage head protruding through a circular neck size hole. Immediately below my head there was a feeding trough where I could lick food pellets up into my mouth. A water dispensing bottle similar to those used on pet cages was also within reach for licking. And, of course, I was locked onto an Ancilla post. Full of misery I wondered what the future had in store for me. Early next day, still locked within my cage, I had an unexpected visitor. "How could you do this to me?" I screamed at Michael. "Calm down Michelle. Since Caesar was so enamored with your charms I knew that I could not keep you for long. I made the best of the situation and arranged to gain something in exchange for you. You've proved yourself incapable of ever being Ambassador but you make a stunning Ancilla and pony-girl. Quite frankly, I think you?ve found your natural role in life. Besides, once the swap was made there was no going back. Earth thought I made a much better Ambassador than you and I could never go back to being a woman. I just love being a man, especially on this world. Caesar knows all about your past life and he's most amused. Apparently he has other Ancilla that were once men. There's Marissa, once known as Mark. She changed sex to be with her true love and eventually became a pony-girl. Then there's Clarissa, once Clarence, who tried to be a spy and ended up Caesar?s slave girl." "You can't do this to me!" I screamed. "Eventually you need to return home with a wife." "Don't be silly. You signed an agreement to become an Ancilla forgoing all rights as a free woman. You are now human livestock owned by Caesar. You're actually the lucky one; all of the other wives will probably be sold to less salubrious men and live out their lives as whores in the local taverns." Michelle was called to Caesars bed that night. She was meticulously prepared being bathed in scented water, rubbed with body oils and dressed in silks. Her hair was brushed to a lustrous shine, eyebrows picked into thin arched lines and her lips painted with a pink metallic lip gloss. He wined and dined her before taking her to bed. He showed himself to be an intelligent and witty man even making gentle fun of the fact that she was now a woman. Slowly and erotically he undressed her kissing each body part as it was exposed. Helplessly, she found herself responding to his attention and took hold of his penis. Gently teasing his genitals she licked each testicle finally encasing his penis and sucking on it as a nipple. She felt his rod grow and fill her mouth. Her lips felt the throb of blood as it pulsed through his engorged penis. Working backwards and forwards in her mouth she felt the sublimely tasty salt of semen as it burst into her mouth. Swallowing every morsel she felt extremely satisfied. Now that there was no going back she was fully committed to becoming a true woman. They both fell asleep for a short while, Caesar awaking first. He cradled Michelle, forming the classic spoon position behind her. As she awoke he began to kiss her back and neck. Michelle rolled onto her back and Caesar climbed on top of her. At first he just teased her nipples and brushed light kisses onto her lips. Then he nibbled her ears. Michelle was on fire and craving his penetration. She eagerly kissed his mouth pushing her tongue all the way into the back of his mouth. He responded in kind pushing her hands back above her head. Then he lowered his head kissing every part of her body on the way down to her vagina. He licked her clitoris and pushed his tongue into her vagina. She wanted to explode but managed to hold back until he slipped his penis into her silken sheath. Her body was now folded with legs stretched straight above her head. Pinioned to the bed she had nowhere to go. All too soon it was over as he forged in and out of her vagina building waves of ecstasy she could not resist. Finally they both climaxed together screaming their pleasure out load. Then Michelle and Caesar happily laid back to regain their composure. Was this what it was to be a true woman? Michelle was overwhelmed by the new feelings of female satisfaction. If this was her destiny, she would happily forget Michael and prayed that Caesar would never tire of her. She had found her man. Their love making over, Michelle was led back to the Ancilla pen and caged for the night. Would her happiness continue? Would she become Caesar?s favorite concubine? Only the future would tell.