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She stood there for a few minutes, her body felt as if it was tingling all over, she had never felt like this before and her mind seemed full of mush, all she could think of was his touch and her own sexual arousal. She glanced around the empty room hardly believing that he had gone, then in a moments decision she turned and headed upstairs to her bedroom where she undressed quickly before collapsing naked on the bed. Her fingers were between her legs almost before she lay down and she touched herself, moving as she did, thinking of his touch. Her first climax arrived too soon but it didn't seem to satisfy her at all, she had a need that she had never experienced before and she couldn't understand it, all she knew was that she desperately wanted it. She remembered her vibrator from the previous day and leant across to open the bedside drawer, it wasn't there, she felt desperate now, having thought to use it she wanted it, searching her drawers and crawling beneath her bed, she couldn't seem to find it. Her mind wasn't clear though, she wasn't thinking straight anymore, the frustration filling her head or she might have thought of the obvious, Mohammed had been upstairs after all!. But no, her hand was constantly between her legs as she searched until she finally gave up, just rubbing her clitoris in an attempt to relieve her throbbing arousal. The afternoon blended into the evening with bouts of dozing and masturbation until an exhausted sleep finally claimed her. She awoke early the next morning, with her throat dry and a feeling of terrible thirst. It was six thirty and she headed to the bathroom for a glass of water. As she gulped the soothing liquid she looked over at the shower, the thought of its invigorating jets calling to her until she stood beneath its revitalising spray desperate to blow away the heady sleep. She rubbed her body dry in an effort to clear her mind, then with the towel wrapped around her she went down to the kitchen to get herself some cold water from the fridge. The first thing she saw on the table was the plastic bag, she reached for it with quivering fingers and opened it taking out the slip of red material. It was a skirt, a tiny skirt, made from red satin. She looked at it her heart pounding in her chest, my god it would hardly cover my bum she thought, yet inside her head she remembered his words. "If you want to carry on, if you want to please me." Her insides were tight, her body tingling again. By seven thirty she had dried her hair and done her makeup, then she put on her prettiest undies. She was trying to pluck up the courage to try on the skirt. She knew that if she wanted him to come again and for her to feel that way again, she would have to wear it, so eventually with a wild beating heart she put it on. She had never ever worn anything as revealing in her whole life, it barely covered her panties and the slightest movement caused the flare of the light material to lift showing them plainly. She had chosen a different blouse this time, it was pink, she thought it would match the colour of the skirt, it was a fitted style with small pink buttons, which she remembered after she had put it on, tended to pop as the button holes were slightly too loose for such small buttons. She looked at herself in the mirror, Oh god I look like a silly slut she thought, I can't do this, I can't see him dressed like this. She reached for the skirt button just as she heard a loud hard knock at the front door It made her jump out of her skin, her heart suddenly pounding like a steam train, she froze in a panic but the knock repeated, forcing her to make her way downstairs. "I'm coming," she said in a small nervous voice, then taking a big breath, needing all the courage she possessed, she opened the door. He stood there looking her up and down as she blushed to her roots. "Have you got my tea on Amanda?" his rumbling voice was like oil, almost sensual. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry I I was upstairs," she stuttered, his words catching her completely off guard. She had thought that he would mention her wearing the skirt for him, but he'd said nothing. Turning she hurried to the kitchen as he looked at her cute panty clad bottom, tantalisingly flashing as the skirt flicked up to her step. He followed her, licking his thick lips and sat at the kitchen table, she had her back to him, watching the kettle slowly beginning to heat, too nervous to look at him. "Turn around Amanda, let me see you," his deep voice rumbled. She turned around, putting a smile on her face to try to hide the nerves that were coursing through her. "How are you today?" her voice had a noticeable tremble that made his manhood twitch with appreciation, but he ignored her words. "You're wearing my present, good girl, you want to please me, don't you Amanda?" his voice was soft, level, almost like a school master. She was bright red now, feeling very humiliated, yet she knew she felt highly aroused in the strangest of ways. "Don't you Amanda?" his voice held more authority now and she replied in an instant reaction to it. "Yss." "You're wearing a bra Amanda, what did I tell you about bras Amanda?" She remembered his words they had been in her mind off and on all night together with the memory of his touch over her breasts. "Well Amanda?" "You, you hate them," she mumbled. "Do you want me to stay and help you with the windows Amanda?" "Yes, yes oh please yes," she blurted out afraid for a minute that he would just get up and leave. "Then take it off Amanda." She looked at him, her heart in her throat, she knew he wasn't joking, she could see he was serious in his face. "I, I'll run upstairs and change." Her voice was higher pitched than before, but he was still testing her all the way. "No, Amanda, take it off here, now." She looked at him almost unable to move, she had never ever removed her clothing in front of a man before, especially not in front of a man she barely knew, yet her body was buzzing inside, she knew that she was wet, her clitoris throbbing madly and her nipples erect. Her fingers were shaking as she undid the buttons of her blouse, then slipping it off her left arm, she wriggled her left bra strap off her shoulder. "Hurry up Amanda, look, I'll make the tea while you are doing it." The kettle had just boiled and he got up brushing her blouse off her other shoulder as he passed her. Trembling and hurried she undid he bra strap and wriggled it off quickly, replacing her blouse, hoping that he wasn't watching but concentrating on making the tea. Meanwhile he had spooned two more spoonful's of the sex drug in her cup topping it up with tea, safe in the knowledge that she was far too concerned in what she was doing to see. He handed her the cup as she was buttoning up her blouse, clearly seeing her erect nipples through the material as she took it. "Give it to me Amanda." His big hand was outstretched and she was confused for a second before eventually picking her bra up from the kitchen table and giving it to him with trembling fingers. "Good girl." He folded it up and put it in his inside pocket, she gave a little gasp, it was her best bra. "You won't need that again Amanda. Now let us drink our tea." He sat back down, Dominic would be pleased with him for getting the boy's mother's bra like this, he knew that the next time she would see it, her son he would be wearing it and he suppressed his smile. He watched her artfully as she struggled to regain some sort of composure almost gulping her tea down to steady her nerves, he knew that she was going to be his now. "Ok Amanda, we are going to remove the next sash, the one in your bedroom, the bigger one, then I will bring it over to the workshop, leave it there and bring back the one we removed yesterday which my men have now repaired, we will fit it back in place this afternoon, ok?" She was nodding her head buzzing, everyone of her erogenous zones beginning to tingle at their highest level. "The middle sash is heavier, much heavier, so I have brought over some things to help you hold it until I can get down to take it from you Amanda." He produced a pair of brown soft leather gloves from his trouser pocket. "Try these on Amanda." She took them and slipped her hands into them, the leather was very soft and warm from his pocket, they fitted her hands very closely, the backs of them extending over her wrists and an inch or two up her arms. "Let me see Amanda." She held her hands towards him, her fingers trembling. On the backs of the gloves a double flap concealed a zip which he zipped up, closing the gap and tightening the gloves over her wrists, the flap over the zip had a Velcro fastening and he smoothed it back so that you would never have known that a zip was even there, except that the gloves were now tightly covering her hands. "These will help you hold the rope without slipping and without hurting yourself Amanda." She was trying to move her fingers, looking closely at the gloves, slowly it dawned on her that the fingers were webbed together and that she now had to move her fingers as one. It was then she realised that she couldn't remove the gloves on her own either, but she would need his help. " Can you, tt take them off until I need them?" she mumbled, her voice coming in little gasps her arousal showing through. "No Amanda, you will need them soon anyway so it is best that you get used to the feel of them now." His eyes were like slits, his voice that mesmerising buzz again, she felt quite helpless then, she couldn't pick things up properly and it was all feeding her inner feelings. "Now finish your tea, while I prepare the ladder and release the sash ready, then I will explain what we will do." She had to hold the cup in both hands now, careful to avoid spilling it down her front, her hands trembling, her heart pounding as she thought what she had allowed him to do to her and the situation she couldn't now get out of. It didn't take him long to have things ready, he was much quicker today. "Come here Amanda." He stood in the doorway waiting for her, the second button of her blouse had come undone and she had been trying her best to refasten it, the gloves effectively stopping her. Now she was even more aware of her gapping blouse as she walked over to him. "I've freed the big sash window now Amanda and altered the ladder a little to help you." They walked out and she saw that a strange metal tube was stuck out at right angles from a frame that seemed to be able to slide up and down the ladder as if the ladder sides were rails. Thick pins secured it in place at different locations up the ladder. The tube sticking out was slightly curved upwards and covered in black rubber. "This is a rest or support, like a seat that can be adjusted in case you are having problems holding the weight of the sash, I will pull it up in place to help us later, now you climb the ladder, but only a few rungs this time Amanda." She began to climb, seeing the loop in the rope dangling, but he stopped her from climbing right up to it. "Stop there Amanda." He was looking up at her cute pantied bottom, oh yes, he thought to himself and began to climb. She felt the heat his body as he climbed up behind her again, the thin material of her panties against him, he took her left arm, lifting it up above her head whilst leaning against her, his mouth against her ear again. "Slip your hand through the loop Amanda." In a high state of arousal she pushed her trembling hand up through the loop. "Now the other." His voice seemed stronger, more commanding and she lifted her other gloved hand up against the first. As soon as she had done so he was tightening the loop around her wrists, with the rope itself between her hands, the loop effectively making her hand tighten around it. "Good girl." His big hands slid down over her breasts, grasping the material of her blouse and pulling it apart, causing the buttons to fly loose to the floor. She gasped a faint, "Noo please," pulling down in a vain attempt to free her tied wrists. His big black hands slid over her now bare milky white breasts, her dark nipples as hard as bullets against his palms. "Yess Amanda, yes," he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to start to lower the sash now Amanda." He tweaked the throbbing stiffness of her nipples, teasing them, then he slipped down and was gone again, leaving her waiting and wanting so much now. He made his way back upstairs to the big sash in her bedroom, he was enjoying himself intensely and he knew that by the end of the day he would have her completely in his power. He looked out of the window, down at her, he could see her hands looped above her head and her bare breast , her erect nipples clearly visible, she looked so sexy like that. "Are you ready Amanda?" he called down to her,. He heard a small yes, smiling at the obvious tremble in her voice, then he pushed the sash free and began to lower it. It was much heavier than the previous one but he was confident that his plan would work. Amanda felt her arms straighten above her head as he began to lower and the weight came slowly on to her, she went on to her tip toes on the ladder the pressure pulling her arms taught. "I am going to leave it to you now Amanda." She heard his voice above her, she was worried, she didn't think that she could hold it, it was too heavy. Then she gave a small scream as she found herself lifting off the rung she had been standing on, sliding a few inches up the ladder, her feet kicking back and fore beating air. "Oh, oh, help, help, oh god, I'm going to fall, I'm dangling, help." His measurements had been perfect, she was completely at his mercy now, for him to do whatever he wished. He arrived at the foot of the ladder. "Don't worry Amanda, you're safe, you aren't going to fall." He climbed up the ladder behind her again, his big black hands slid over her arms. She was whimpering now. "Please, please, please let me down." His hands slid over her breasts lifting them, stroking them his fingers finding her stiff nipples and he pulled them gently, gripped between his fingers and thumbs. He brought his thick lips to her ear, engulfing the lobe between them before moving on to her neck, his kiss becoming open mouthed as he began to suck a love bite there. She was whimpering and moaning now, her whole body wriggling against him. His hands slid down her sides and up beneath the miniscule skirt, he stroked her through the nylon of her panties for a few moments making her moans increase, her body wriggle more. Slowly she felt his fingers move up to find the waistband of her panties and he gently began to pull them down making her gasp, her chest rising and falling in a rapid pant. His voice was at her ear again, that deep buzzing whisper that made her quiver through all her erogenous zones. "I told you yesterday that I hate to see you in underwear Amanda, remember Amanda?" If you want me you must be a good girl for me and please me Amanda." His fingers were pulling her panties down as he spoke, little at a time down over her bottom until with a sudden pull he slipped down the ladder, pulling them with him. She nearly completely swooned as he bared her, she felt the cool air as it ruffled that tiny skirt, knowing that she was completely bare to his eyes now. She thought she would die, she was so humiliated, incapable, yet so aroused too, she knew that if he touched her she would come. What was he doing now, she wondered?. He was pushing something up the ladder, he knew she was close in a confusing mixture of fear and arousal. "Don't worry Amanda this is a nice seat for you to sit on so that we can get the sash down to the ground." He guided her legs either side of it as he pushed the frame up on the ladders rails and she felt the smooth rubber covered tube touching her legs as he pushed it further and further up. She was whimpering by the time he slid it against her crutch and then she moaned almost coming as he lifted her and the frame a few inches further. Clicking the pins to hold it in position he let her go so that she rested on the rubber covered tube, its curve tight against her, taking her weight her legs still dangling as she wriggled her lips wet opening and wrapping around the rubber spreading herself on it, lubricating it with her own juices. "Oh, oh, oh, nooo, ohh godd." She moaned, her arms still held above her head even though the pressure of the weight of the heavy window had now gone. "Now Amanda, have you ever seen one of these?" He held a plastic bullet shaped thing in front of her face, it had a wire coming from it which went to a small plastic box, somehow she thought she had seen something like it but she couldn't concentrate to think. "If I switch this little switch here Amanda," he held the box closer for her to see whilst holding the bullet against her erect nipple. Its' buzz made her jump, her squeal loud as it tickled her nipple with its strong vibrations. "I knew you would like my little present Amanda, you are such a good little girl, now the great thing about this, Amanda, is it slips right down into that lovely tube that you are sitting on Amanda, let me show you." He slid the bullet into the tube, describing it as he did so. "Now we switch it on." The buzz was like an electric shock directly against her clitoris and almost immediately she was climaxing, her voice a quivering high pitched ohhhhhh. "I told you that you would like my present Amanda, now let me set it so that it is lovely and comfy for you, then you can play with it while I load the window into my van." She hardly heard him leave as she felt somewhere deep inside her a second climax building, growing, her head on fire, thinking only of the sensations at her pussy, her arms jerking above her head, her legs wriggle and trembling. With an evil grin on his face he began to untie the big sash window, that was now resting on the floor, keeping pressure on the rope that held her arms above her head, he re-tied it to the base of the ladder, then slowly began removing the window, it was so heavy it took him a while to get it round and on to his van. Returning un-hurriedly he stood and watched her making a vain attempt to dry hump the rubber tube, her eyes tightly closed as she moaned constantly, she was giving in to it totally. He was tempted to leave her there like that but he had so many other things planned for her, that he rejected the idea and climbed back up to her writhing body. Sliding his fingers over her highly sensitised skin as he did so. He stayed there for a few minutes against her like that, his fingers playing with her nipples as she swooned and wriggled against him. His erection was hard and huge and he was tempted to pull her onto it there and then, but he enjoyed keeping himself aroused as much as he enjoyed keeping a woman aroused. He reached up and pulled the slip knot loose, freeing her hands to fall to the sides of the ladder as she still wriggled too weak and unable to lift herself off her vibrating rubber seat. Slipping his arm around her waist he released the clips on the frame and the seat slid down with them as he descended with her. As he reached the ground he relocated the clips and lifted her off it, the buzzing louder now that it was no longer tightly held between her legs. Tottering with his help he brought her into the kitchen and sat her on a chair. She sat there wordlessly trembling as she allowed him to remove the gloves, leaving them on the table. "I've left a new blouse for you Amanda, I am going back to the workshop with the sash and I will return in two hours, if you want to please me, then do as I have told you, if you are dressed in the things I have given you, then I know you want to be mine, do you understand Amanda?" He paused looking at her, then seeing her slight nod, he turned and left without another word and she heard his van driving away a few moments later. It was quiet yet the noise of her pounding heart was like a drum in her ears, the tingling sensations even stronger than the previous day, were still burning at her clitoris and her nipples itched continually, making her want to rub them all the time. Trying to clear her head she made a huge effort to ignore the feelings and made her trembling way up the stairs to the bathroom in an attempt to shower away her muddled mind. The cascade of water didn't work though, instead the force of water played with her aroused nipples or tickled between her legs. No matter how cold she made it, she couldn't get peace every way she turned, it seemed to retain and enhance her arousal. Eventually she gave up, drying herself she looked down at the tiny skirt where she had dropped it on the bathroom floor, her pussy instantly contracted and began to throb at the sight of it. Her breaths were short now as she reached for it and slipped it up her legs over her bottom fastening it in an ecstasy of excitement. Almost before she realised it, she found herself trotting back downstairs to find what blouse he had left for her. It was on the kitchen table, almost exactly where the other bag had been the previous day. She reached for it with trembling fingers that unexplainable aroused excitement within her. It was a white whisp of material that was completely translucent, she could see her fingers through it as she held it in her hand, then in a rush of feelings she slipped it on. The short capped sleeves elasticated around her upper arms and as she pulled it down over her naked body she found that the hem too was elasticated fitting tightly around her waist. She went out to the hallway to look at herself in the mirror, the material tickling her nipples as she walked. In the mirror she could see the top did nothing to conceal her naked breasts beneath it, in fact it seemed to highlight and draw attention to them. The elasticated hem at her waist had ridden up slightly now as she had walked, revealing an inch of naked flesh before the top of that tiny skirt, which clung around her hips barely covering her sex. The heavy knock on the front door behind her , made her jump, my god was he back already, her pussy was spasming again in the terrifying humiliating arousal that was pumping through her veins, she wanted him, but she was terrified about what she was doing and how she was looking. With hands trembling almost too much to undo the lock she succeeded just as he started to knock again and the door swung open. He looked at her with a smile of evil victory. "I can see you have done what you were told Amanda, you want to become mine don't you? So now you will become my sex slave Amanda." His deep rumbling voice was in her head mixed with her emotions and her throbbing urge. He was undoing his shirt, his huge black chest gleaming and muscular. "Come." He picked up the case he had beside him and lead her by the arm, through into the comparative cool and dark of the dining room, placing his case on a chair he undid the leather straps holding it shut. "Have you a spare front door key Amanda?" She nodded unable to trust herself to speak. "Get it. For me Amanda." Her breath was short as she pulled open the top drawer of the sideboard, her fingers almost trembling too much to pick it up, she took the key out. "Give it to me Amanda." With a quivering hand she held it out to him and he took it from her with his thick strong fingers, placing it in his pocket. "I can come and go whenever I please now Amanda and when I do I will expect you to be always ready for me, if I catch you wearing things I have told you not to wear then I will be angry and you will be spanked Amanda, now give me your hands." She was so aroused, she wanted to feel him inside her, she had an itch that she was desperate to scratch and only he could scratch it, so she would do whatever he told her to, wanting it more and more. He flicked up the lid of the case, the leather cuffs were on the top and he took them out so that she could see. "Hands Amanda." She held her now visibly trembling hands in front of her, held out to him. Slowly he buckled one tightly round her right wrists, pulling her close to him, his warm breath on her face, the heat of his body against her. He began stroking and teasing her left breast with the fingers of his right hand, she gasped, wishing he would touch her hot sex, wet and bare beneath the tiny skirt. "Give me your other hand Amanda," he blew against her ear,. She lifted her hand to him immediately as he spoke, her body desperate for him. Looking into her lust filled eyes he buckled the second cuff on, running his hand back over her breasts after he'd done so. He turned her round away from him, pushing her against the table with his hips. "Bend over the table Amanda," His deep voice tickled her lobe as he spoke and she bent over, her arms in front of her, her body on the table, her bottom sticking out for him. He stroked his fingers up her thigh to the hem of her tiny skirt and she wriggled deliriously against him. Moving fluidly he slid around to the other side of the table, taking the ring between the two cuffs on her wrists, he pulled it towards him, puling her further onto the table so that only her tip toes were touching the floor. The leather leash that appeared in his hand, he clipped to the ring and leading it down he tied it to the far table leg. Amanda was wriggling, squirming, stupidly she had allowed herself to be tied by him again, now she realised that she was held in that position, feeling totally vulnerable and defenceless as he walked back to his case. Taking his time, knowing she was becoming more and more nervous and more and more aroused he took out two slightly larger cuffs, sliding his hand down over her left leg to her ankle he lifted her leg and buckled the first cuff around it, finally tying it by its own leather strap to another table leg. He repeated the process ignoring her whimpers and quivering experimental tugs until he effectively spread her legs as she lay tied across the table. All the time he hadn't spoken and Amanda, full of her own emotion quivered and wriggled her whimpers now becoming soft moans, her pussy wet and throbbing with drug fuelled desire. "Hmmm." He slid his hand up over her bare bottom, lifting her skirt so that it lay like a belt around her waist. Running his big black palms over her, he purposely let a stray finger touch her. She gasped. "What do you want Amanda?" His voice was still a soft rumble. "What do you want girl?" "You," she whimpered softly, she couldn't help herself. "Me to what Amanda?" He replied, this time running his finger down over her wetness. She moaned loudly at his touch. "Me to what Amanda?" he repeated. "Fffuck me," she whispered, humiliating herself by saying it yet wriggling her bum yearning to find his fingers. "Are you my sex slave Amanda?" She heard the zipper of his trousers unfastening. "Y y yss," her voice was hemmed with lust, she was only thinking about him satisfying her, to itch that terrible craving itch inside her. "You will have to obey everything I tell you Amanda, or you will be punished, will you do that Amanda?" His voice was a mesmeric rumble as he removed his trousers, his body naked beneath, his cock almost fully erect, a huge sabre released from its lair. He touched her thigh with it and she gasped at its heat. "Will you Amanda?" It slid between her legs. "Ysssss," she whimpered. "Yess, oh yess." "Yes what Amanda?" She could feel his heat touching her lips. She could hardly remember what yes was about, then, "I I, ohh, I will obey you, everything you tell me." Her voice was full of lustful begging. "You'll obey everything I tell you MASTER," He said stressing the last word as he rubbed his large mushroom head between her lips, its shiny top getting coated with her fluids. She was wriggling excitedly against him trying her best to make him enter her. "I, I I'll obey everything you tell mm mee master," she babbled the lust thick in her words. "Hmmm, there's a good slave, but first I have to spank you for being so naughty and not obeying me before, don't you think slave?" The head of his cock was rubbing up and down between her outer lips, teasing her inner ones, she was moaning desperate now, so desperate she was at a point where she would agree to anything. "Yesss," she quivered. "Yesss master." He smiled then pulling away from her he moved to her side and started to softly spank her round bottom, he knew that this was an erotic spanking to start as she wriggled under his hand, he could see her juices pouring from her pooling on the table edge. Slowly he increased his strength, a gradual hardening of his strokes to left and right cheek, she was whimpering louder now with the sting of the smacks confusing her arousal. He finally stopped, her bottom a deep pink, again he ran the head of his now fully erect and engorged cock between her lips , turning her whimpering into a soft moan. "Thank me for spanking you slave, thank me and perhaps I will give you your reward." In a confused mixture of emotions she hardly waited for his words to stop before she replied. "Thank you, thank you master." She moaned wriggling again on the pressure of his cock as he slowly leaned forward, her lips spreading further and further as he began to enter her, her moans louder and continuous now her body wriggling and struggling as she pulled against her bonds, leaving him in complete control of the situation. "What do you want slave?" His voice was loud assertive. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me, oh fuck me master," she moaned as he moved deeper and deeper into her, stopping as she achieved an almost immediate climax. He waited a moment as she came down from her climax, then beginning again, bringing her back to her trembling high, each climax leading to another one and over again as his huge cock pushed deeper and deeper into her until she felt the pain as it pushed against her cervix, tightly protecting her womb. He was a master at this and moved in a gentle rhythm, the head of his cock, deep inside her massaging that tight door until its swollen dilation caused it to slowly open and gently his seeded monster entered her unprotected inner sanctum as she finally took his full length. The slit in his fearsome head with precum pouring from it, as its mouth opened readied to spurt its black seed deep inside over her unprotected eggs, filling their home and possessing them in its flood. The big iron gates opened for Peter and he drove the little old rattley car up the long drive, parking where a number of other more salubrious vehicles had been left. He took his case from the back seat and walked towards the house, Larsen suddenly appeared at a small door to the side and waved him over. He was only wearing dark blue shorts, his chest smooth and tanned. "Hello Peter, come in, what a lovely morning." Peter smiled a shy smile back at the man a little surprised to see him dressed as he was and trying to ignore the bare smoothness of his chest. "I'm in the conservatory, but let's get you to your room first." He headed off with Peter hurrying along behind trying to keep up with him. He led him to the first floor at the back of the house and on to the third door down a cool corridor. "Here we are Peter, this is your room." They went in, it was smartly furnished in antique style furnishings with a large double iron bedstead dominating half of it, a door leading through into an en suite. "There's plenty of soap, shampoo and everything you need in there, so please make sure you use them." Larsen was acting like a perfect host, but again the female cosmetics he had gesticulated at, worried Peter. "So, if you change into your shorts and top, we'll go and have a nice cool drink in the conservatory." Larsen's smile and everyday demeanour created a polite relaxed invitation. "Oh,I, I umm, but, I, I didn't bring my shorts or T shirt mister Larsen." Peter stuttered, nervous to upset his host and wanting to make a good impression. Larsen had expected this, in fact he had planned for it, it was all part of his overall plan. "Don't worry Peter, I'll get my butler Bruno to bring you some things now, just wait a second, I'll meet you downstairs when he has finished with you," and he went off calling for Bruno, leaving Peter feel a little uneasy. He lifted his case onto the bed, but almost as he did so, a voice spoke just behind him making him jump. "Here are your things, put them on and I will take you to him, but hurry, he hates to wait." The man was tall immaculately dressed in a close fitting white shirt and black trousers, his hair was very close cropped and he had a gold studded earring in his left ear. The shirt clung to his biceps which bulged stretching the material. Just his look made Peter feel nervous, he took the things without looking. "Thank you," he said, expecting the man to leave, but he stood there with his arms folded. Peter glanced to the door to the en suite. "I won't be a second," he finally said, his voice not more than a whisper as he went inside. Glancing round he saw that there was no lock on the door. "Hurry up Peter, Mister Larsen is not very patient." Bruno didn't sound at all friendly. Peter stripped off his shirt, then swiftly his trousers revealing the cream satin panties that he had worn beneath them, god he was such a fool to have worn these here, but he had no idea he would be expected to change like this and he cursed his own stupidity, he couldn't even get his male pants from his bag because he had left it on the bed where Bruno was waiting. "Are you ready yet?" "Just a minute, just a minute." Peter didn't react well under pressure, hurrying he pulled on the shorts, they were a baby blue colour made from a stretchy lycra material, they clung tightly to him as he pulled them up over his bottom and then he realised that they zipped up, not at the front as normal, but to the left side. "You ready? we have to go now." Bruno was getting very impatient. Peter zipped it up and it felt like a second skin, then rushing as quickly as he could he pulled the top over his head. The shirt was sleevless, a sheer white material showing his chest beneath it, it was elasticated at the waist, with the hem more than six inches below the waist and almost covering the shorts, their colour and shape visible through it. Before Peter could even take in what he was wearing and what he looked like, the door pushed open. "Come on, you can pretty yourself up later, now lets go." Bruno waved Peter from the bathroom. Peter was stuttering "I, I cant, not like this, I mean I I, well I haven't any shoes." "You'd better wear what he got for you or he'll call Mohamed back from your mother's house, she wouldn't like that I think." Peter's eyes were wide, surely his friend wasn't going to stop helping his Mum fix the windows, this man was a liar he was sure. Bruno was pointing at a pair of beige and brown sandals. "You can wear these, now come on." Peter slipped his feet into them, then hurried after the fast disappearing butler. The conservatory opened off a large sitting room and was a huge building in itself, a large swimming pool was in the middle with sun loungers, patio tables and wicker chairs set around it. Mister Larsen was sitting in a big wicker chair, the deep cushions comfortable beneath him. "Oh they you are at last, you're quite a slow coach we will have to work on that, but I expect Bruno chivvied you on, he is a stickler for time and I told him to hurry so that we can have a nice cool glass of wine together, sit down Peter. I can see those things that we found for you do fit you ok too, I'm pleased." Peter sat beside him feeling uneasy, he was embarrassed to be wearing these quite effeminate things in front of them and he was nervous about the whole situation here, he was very much out of his comfort zone. Bruno gave him a large glass of wine, a cool dew misting its' sides unbeknown to him, the same drug that Mohammed was using on his Mum at that very same time, was also mixed in his drink, only Peter's contained a mild sedative too. "Cheers, drink up Peter, oh I forgot to ask, can you swim?" Peter clinked glasses to Larsen's offered glass and took a sip of the wine, it was beautifully cold and quite sweet and he took a larger gulp enjoying its' taste, before he replied nervously. "Nno I don't swim very well mister Larsen, I cant go out of my depth." Larsen smiled. "Well it's ok here Peter, the whole pool is within your depth and if you fall in, Bruno could save you easily, what do you think of this?" and he gesticulated around him. Peter looked around as Larsen said a few quiet words to Bruno, who left. Peter was glad he had gone, he had taken an instant dislike to the man. "It's incredible, your own indoor pool and well, it, it's just like a hotel Mister Larsen." Larsen laughed "I'm glad you like it." Peter's glass was empty, the boy having drunk it quickly in his nervousness. "Have another drink." Peter felt light headed already and the drug was making his penis tingle, tucked away as it was in his panties and those tight lycra shorts. He didn't notice the fizz of the drug in his refilled glass as Larsen passed it over to him. "I've just got to check something out on my laptop a second Peter, have a wander round the pool if you like." Peter wandered along sipping his drugged wine, his movements making the clinging shorts feel more and more erotic. Larsen opened up a link to the web cams which he had in all of his guests' bedrooms and clicked on Peter's room, then he went over the playback history quickly scanning the last half an hour. He followed Peter's movements into the en suite when Bruno had given him the clothes, then he swopped to that cam, he watched as Peter removed his shirt and then his trousers, then he paused and zoomed in. He laughed out loud, a pleased satisfied laugh as he focussed on the cream satin panties that the young man was wearing. Oh yes he was right, this was going to be so good, now he could put his plans in motion. Peter arrived back beside him, he felt strangely dizzy and wanting to touch himself and yet he felt that he was tired, very tired. "You look tired Peter, it's probably the heat, lie on that sun lounger by the umbrella and relax a little, we've got plenty of time to sort out the college work." Larsen smiled a warm smile and pointed to the sun lounger which had deep soft cushions on it. Peter was grateful, he needed to close his eyes and suddenly was feeling desperately tired. Slipping the sandals off, the cushions felt soft and warm against him, he settled on his back, his eyes shutting almost immediately and before he knew it he was asleep. Bruno arrived back at Larsen's side. "I unpacked his things and took away all the male clothes, and then I added the things you'd bought and put them all in the cupboards. I also made the adjustments to the cot that you wanted in the nursery." Larsen nodded, "Ok well he has just gone to sleep, give him 30ml of sleeping drug in his thigh, then he is all yours for a few hours, have fun." Larsen turned back to his computer as Bruno walked over to Peter's sleeping form with a smile on his face. He took a small metal box from his pocket, the syringe contained more than 30ml of fluid, a concoction which contained the sleeping drug, his boyfriend was Larsen's chemist, who let him play with new samples as he created or found them. This concoction was a mixture of strong female hormones and sexual switches being designed to cause arousals, sensitivity of zones and mental images or dreams which in turn created cravings. He plunged the needle into Peter's thigh, slowly depressing the plunger as he watched Peter with some glee. Peter barely moved. Bruno checked to see if the young man was fully asleep, then lifted him easily up over his shoulder, walking almost casually past Larsen who looked up from his computer with a smile. "Have fun," he said. Bruno carried Peter into a room which was a cross between a beauty salon and an operating theatre. Larsen had briefed him that whatever he did was to be irreversible, Larsen didn't want Peter to be able to escape from the destiny he was planning for him, ever. Bruno lay the boy on the operating table and slowly stripped his clothes from him, then methodically using a computer controlled laser and various chemicals he proceeded to remove all his body and facial hair. He took his time, enjoying exploring all Peter's intimate parts, until he was completely satisfied that no hair remained. Going to a glass fronted cupboard he took out another trial product, opening it he slowly covered Peter's entire body in a thin cream, this was yet to be released on the market. Bruno knew that the Larsen organisation would make millions when it became available, but government scientists were questioning its safety. It was designed to attack the hair follicles, killing the roots and at the same time softening and increasing skin elasticity. This young man would never grow another hair on his body ever again. He chuckled at the thought of Peter finding this feminisation of his skin. Humming gently to himself, enjoying his work, it gave him such a buzz doing this, he fitted Peter's legs into stirrups, spreading them and bending his knees so that he had full access between them. He had often done this to men that weren't sedated and that really aroused him, but the procedure never worked properly because they moved and jerked about too much. This time he wanted to please Larsen, he loved his boss and he wanted to be able to tell him what a success it had been. But he also promised himself that the next procedure he was asked to do on Peter, he would be awake for and he smiled at the thought. Carefully he made the piercing in the soft skin between Peter's legs, between his small testicles and his anus. The gold loop that he fitted, he glued closed using surgical super glue. Then very carefully taking Peter's flaccid penis he took a fold of foreskin below the head, tightening it, but still allowing the head freedom to slip out, he made the second piercing, the gold ring slightly larger than the first, which he looped through the first before gluing it shut. This effectively held Peter's penis tight between his legs. Wiping the area with surgical spirit he was satisfied that this was a great success. Leaving the stirrups in place he moved a silver tray forward and picked up a large silver syringe, which he had prepared earlier and was a beautox mixture. Wearing a magnifying lens he carefully began to work on the boys lips and cheek bones, each time he examined his handiwork, smiling at his results, as an artist he was proud of his work. Then before he finished with the mixture, he worked carefully on both Peter's nipples, causing them to grow and swell making them noticeable and provocatively visible yet still allowing them to become further erect if there was the correct stimulus. He knew that in the future silicon would be inserted in the young man's chest and bottom, but that would be future fun. The very last procedure for today was the application of the dyes to the skin, a similar process to tattooing, it was not so invasive as needles, but whilst it would last a few months it would eventually fade requiring reapplication or eventual full tattooing, which he didn't really favour on the soft skin. Using a deep red dye he carefully coloured Peters now thickened lips, gently sculpting the shape like the first class cosmetics professional that he was, when he was satisfied he took a light blue colour and worked on his eye lids before taking the dark brown to administer and add body to his lashes. Sitting back Bruno was very pleased, Peter looked very feminine, but in a way that a gay man would look femme rather than a female femininity. Glancing down he saw the full nipples and smiled a crafty smile, using the red dye he carefully coloured them in. "Now try to hide them sweetheart," he chuckled to himself. Bruno eventually, carefully re-dressed Peter, but this time omitting the shorts, just leaving him in the sheer top, which was now almost like a very short mini-dress and his cream satin panties, which could be seen through the sheer material of the top. Then smiling a satisfied, almost excited grin he carried Peter back through to the conservatory, laying him back on the sun lounger. Larsen had been busy all morning with conference calls and webnars, he didn't know where the time had gone as he looked up at them and seeing Bruno's handiwork he smiled broadly. "Well done my friend you have certainly excelled yourself, you deserve a bonus, I can't wait for us to wake him up." They both laughed a laugh driven by their own sexual thrill over the domination and feminisation of this young man. Now that the morning had passed Larsen's staff set a long glass wicker table at the end of the building for lunch. He stood up and walked over to it, taking his seat at the head of the table. "I think you should get our guest Bruno, it's time he realised what he is going to become." Bruno smiled widely. "Yes Mister Larsen, immediately mister Larsen." He was going to enjoy this. It took a few minutes of shaking for the boy to wake up. "Wake up, Mister Larsen is waiting for you for lunch!." Peter's head was pounding, it felt full of cotton wool and he felt odd all over, he must have slept awkwardly, oh god I hope I wasn't snoring, he thought, his lips felt strange, numb, and, his body was tingling, burning, as if he had sun burnt himself. He peered up at Bruno who stood with his arms folded, his big biceps standing out. Then the man extended a hand smiling,. "Come on honey, he wants you to join him now." Peter couldn't believe he had heard correctly, but rather than cause trouble he nervously accepted the outstretched hand to pull him up from the deep cushions. As he stood he realised what he was wearing, the shorts were gone and he was just in his own panties and that long top, but Bruno kept him moving before he had time to pull away from him or to realise the other changes, those to his actual body. "Here's your little sissy mister Larsen." He said it in a loud voice pulling Peter in front of him. Peter was blushing to his roots, looking for somewhere to run, to hide, the humiliation and horror of the situation beginning to sink in, but Bruno was holding his hand tightly. "Ah darling, I suppose you're wondering what is going on, well a little closet transvestite like you, perhaps shouldn't read about enforced feminisation, because it might happen to you." Larsen paused for his words to sink in seeing the horror of realisation in Peter's face. "Bruno fit the collar on our girl." Peter was in absolute panic now, but Bruno had him on his knees in a trice and was fastening a red leather collar around his neck before he could wriggle free. "Listen to me sissy." Mister Larsen's voice was loud and authoritative "This is a special collar, Bruno is fixing in place around your neck, it has electrodes built in to it, if you try to remove it, it will operate, in addition it can receive radio signals, both Bruno and I have remote controls to operate it at various levels. So Peter, you do what you are told, do you understand. You obey or we hit you, get it sissy?" Peter's eyes were wide, he was trembling all over, and kneeling there in front of this changed man, who was no longer friendly to him, but was fierce and frightening. "You must also know that there is a set of transponders at each outside door to this house if one of them detects the collar passing through it will incapacitate you immediately, knock you out, do you understand sissy?" Peter didn't know what to say or what to think, was this a joke? a trick, it didn't seem funny, in fact he was beginning to feel completely terrified. "Show him Bruno, give the sissy a little tickle." Larsen's face looked evil as he spoke,. Peter just managed a fearful, "Noo," then he found himself flat on his back in agony. "It seems to work Ok mister Larsen; do you want white wine or red wine with your meal sir?" Peter lay there trembling, his legs apart as Larsen looked down at him licking his lips,. "Red for me Bruno, give this girl white, when she gets back to the table that is," He laughed. "Come on baby that was just a tiny twinge, get up and give your new master a kiss to say thank you." Peter slowly got to his feet, his legs wobbly, for some reason his nipples felt very sensitive and he glanced down to see them erect and plump, a deep red through the sheer material of his top. "It looks as if you liked that baby." Larsen stood up in front of him, somehow he seemed head and shoulders above him, reaching out his hand he began caressing and tweaking Peter's nipples, making him quiver in embarrassing humiliation. "Now give me a thank you kiss, before I get cross sissy and next time, I won't ask you, I will expect it, or else." He waved the plastic control box in his other hand. Peter's eyes went wide in terror again. "Noo," he whimpered. "Quick about it then, give me my thank you kiss." Peter was terrified, he felt a burning humiliating confusion, a sense of trapped loss, he had never ever kissed a man before, he had never wanted to, he would never even consider such a thing. Hating himself now, unable to see a way out of this terrible situation, he leaned forward in abject embarrassment almost feeling sick as he moved to give a quick peck to Larsen's cheek. "If you don't do it properly I'll have you in so much pain you'd wish you were dead, cunt, now kiss me properly and say thank you." The control was in Larson's hand, his finger on the button. Peter was totally and completely terrified. "Nnoo, nnoo please." In abject terror and disgust he went to kiss Larsen on the lips. Larsen pulled him tight to him, his tongue pushing between the boys swollen lips before releasing him. Peter felt sick, disgusted with himself and quite faint. "What do you say to me bitch? Thank your master." Peter said thank you master in a quivering barely heard whisper. "You must learn to kiss like a slut, now kiss Bruno too." Tears were beginning to flow down Peter's cheeks as he turned and reluctantly went over to the hateful Bruno, he puckered his full soft red lips, Bruno slipped an arm around him, his thick tongue pushing between them, just like Larsen, as his hand tweaked and stroked Peter's right nipple. Peter gasped at the sensation, his mouth opening in the shocked feeling from his nipple and Bruno instantly mashed his lips against him, kissing him in a deep lustful embrace. When he let him go, Peter was panting in an emotional turmoil, he wasn't used to kissing, in fact he had only ever kissed his Mum and that was only a mother son thing, so such a kiss confused and worried him. "Thank you master," he whispered again the tremble in his voice noticeable. Bruno smiled at Larsen in glee before guiding Peter to the table, sitting him in a seat to the left of Larsen. He then gave a loud whistle and to Peter's shock about a dozen men in varying states of dress all joined them around the table. Larsen stood up "Gentlemen, before lunch, I want to introduce you to our new toy, you are all welcome to get to know this sissy, she is here for our entertainment, but you must see Bruno to arrange for your time with her, don't worry if you can't see her and get to know her in the next week or so, she won't be going anywhere soon, she will only be learning to be a good sissy." They all laughed, cheering Larson raucously as he sat back down again. Peter couldn't believe what he had heard, he wanted to run to his room, get his car keys and flee from this evil place, disappearing, running home to his Mum to hide. Oh god, his Mum, his Mum, he wished she was there now, to hold and protect him, of course little did he know what his beloved mother was doing at that very moment. "Can she take a full nine inches?" one of the younger men said, Peter's face felt on fire with humiliation. "That's for you to find out Igor, not that you have a full nine inches," And they all laughed again. "How long can I have her for?" came an old thin leering voice at the other end of the table, everyone went quiet, hardly able to look at the thin bony old man. "Yoseff my friend, you in particular are an important part of her training, I am sure you know that and you can have her for as long as you wish, in fact we will all await her from you." Larsen spoke in quiet and respectful tones to the old man, meeting his eyes with his, the old man nodded, not breaking the contact but with hardly any expression in the evil blackness of his pupils. Larsen broke the silence, all his men were looking at their plates almost too nervous to look at either man,. "Now eat and drink my boys, I love you all." And there was a cheer, the sounds of their chatter rising again. Peter was trembling, sobbing softly, tears running down his chin, he sat in a deep felt fear, yet his nipples were stupidly erect rubbing against the material of his top, so much so that he wanted to itch them for relief. Similarly his penis, which he hadn't had time to even think about, was now tingling and throbbing between his legs. He was yet to realise that that it was now fastened there, as it had become a normal position to hide his cock when wearing panties at home. "Drink up baby." Larsen pushed the glass into his shaking hands and he sipped it trying not to spill it. Looking around the table he slowly realised that some of the men were in couples, sitting together, chatting closely all smiling, all that is except the man Yoseff at the other end of the table who was looking at him directly, his eyes like deep black pools showing no emotion, it made Peter shiver. Looking about him, Peter also realised that all of the men had large plates of food in front of them, which they were all eating with gusto, but in front of him was a bowl of something that looked like a thick milky soup. "Eat up baby, you'll need your energy later, come on." Peter lifted up the spoon but was he was shaking so much he couldn't get the soup from the bowl to his mouth without spilling it. Larsen and Bruno were watching him laughing. "Looks like our bay girl can't handle a spoon Bruno." Larsen said loud enough for the whole table to hear. "I think we should give her a bottle for her mixture, don't you think lads?" There was a rousing cheer from around the table, Peter wanted to die, to close his eyes, to shut them all out, if only he could just faint and it would be all gone. The man he had taken to be the chef appeared beside him out of nowhere and poured the white mixture into a baby's bottle, screwing a teat that looked like a penis, back onto the top of it. Bruno reached to his side and Peter suddenly felt himself falling backwards as the seat reclined, the bottle was thrust in his hands and guided up to his mouth, Peter saw it coming and was about to turn away when he saw the control box in Bruno's hand, his finger already touching the button. In terror, knowing the pain that that simple thing had inflicted on him before and hating himself for his submissive acceptance, he took the penis shaped teat into his mouth, the mixture from it filling it almost immediately, making him swallow and then to keep up with it to swallow more. In seconds he found he was sucking and swallowing and sucking and swallowing, trying his best not to choke on the slightly thick, salty non-descript soup. Around him he heard a cheer from the crowd of men around the table, banging there cutlery on their plates, bringing his humiliation and blushes to new heights. "There's a good baby girl." Larsen laughed as Peter was made to drink every drop of his 'lunch' and to top it off they even refilled the bottle with white wine for him to drink "so that he wouldn't spill any," leaving him burping softly. When the meal was over Bruno lifted the seat upright again. "Stand up bay girl." Larsen ordered, his voice harsh once again and Peter fearfully got to his feet feeling a little drunk and wobbly. "Our little toy wants to kiss you all, to get to know you and as a thank you for letting her be with us, you can pass her around the table before you go back to work." They all cheered again and before he knew it Peter was pulled unceremoniously by strong hands from one lap to another, where he was kissed and touched, until he didn't know where he was, his head in a spin, finally he found himself looking into those black eyes, the sunken cheek bones and bushy eyebrows. One of Yoseff's thin arms held him, pulling his left arm behind him with his other hand, gripping him there, he touched teased then pulled Peter's nipples as the boy squirmed and wriggled on his lap. "I'm going to be worse than your worst nightmare," he hissed in Peter's ear "I'm going to make you wish you were dead, then I'll make you my slave, obedient and ready to obey everything and anything I tell you." The fingers squeezed harder and Peter squealed, "Owww, Owwww, stop, please please stop it." Peter found himself face down across Yoseff's bony knees, it all happened so quickly, the surprisingly strong arms holding him there as he felt his panties being pulled down. "Never tell me to stop bitch." The fury in the man spat with his words and he began to spank Peter's bare bottom. Peter had not been spanked since his Mum had spanked him as a child but now his humiliation was almost as great as the pain from the smacks. Peter cried and screamed and begged until he was just sobbing, his bottom feeling like it was on fire. Yoseff pushed the broken boy to the floor and between his sobs Peter heard him unzip his trousers. "Look at me you sissy bitch." Yoseff's voice was a loud screetch and Peter peered up through his veil of tears, his panties still around his knees. Yoseff stood up, his long cock erect now,. "Kiss me, the only place you are fit to kiss. Then apologise and thank me for your spanking." Yoseff held the head of his cock towards him. Peter kneeled up still sobbing, he didn't dare argue though he hated this terrible terrible thing he was being made to do. Slowly he brought his full red lips to the end of Yoseff's cock, terrified of the consequences if he disobeyed. Then "I'm sorry sir, tt thank you for my ss spanking ss sir." Peter's voice was no more than a trembling whisper. Yoseff grabbed his ears. "I said kiss bitch, now kiss me properly or I'll spank you again." Peter immediately opened his mouth in abject fear , wrapping his lips around the head of Yoseff's penis, Yoseff placed both hands on the back of Peter's head and pulled him on to him. "Suck it and if I feel your teeth, I'll get them pulled out bitch." The hissing voice was full of malevolence. Peter was trying not to gag, breathing through his nose, no tears left in his eyes to cry, Yoseff's penis seemed to get harder and hotter in his mouth. Suddenly he pulled it out and holding Peter's face between his hands he was ejaculating all over it, preventing him from avoiding the thick jets of hot sticky cum. Yoseff finally wiped the last of it on peter's lips. "Now thank your master for kissing you," Yoseff hissed again loudly. Peter couldn't see how he could feel more debased, he felt broken, afraid, lost. "Th Th Thank you for kk kissing me mmasster," he whimpered his breath catching in sobs. Yoseff zipped himself up, only Larsen was left in the conservatory, his face flushed, his own climax achieved while watching. "She needs to come with me now." Yoseff's voice was thin and evil cutting through the air. "Yes, yes of course Yoseff, I promised you." Larsen spoke his words with lust, "Take her." Yoseff pulled Peter to his feet, his legs trembling so much he was hardly able to stand, he reached up to wipe the sticky goo that was trickling down his face. "NO," Yoseff spat, "LEAVE IT." And he dragged Peter along behind him.