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Nightmares can come true (Part 2)
Authors note 1: After re-reading, updating and making sure the plot was
going according to plan in Part 1, I saw a major plot hole (at least in
my opinion), but didn't want to change what was written. Hopefully,
with this chapter, I'll be fixing it within the first few scrolls.
Extra points and maybe a cameo (state whether you're male/female and
give me your initials) appearance, if you're the first to figure out
where you believe the plot hole is and post a review.
Author note 2: FOCUS, my fellow perverts. It's the story you want to
read, not nit pick on things best left on the side of the road.
*mutter* *grins and then laughs maniacally*
Author note 3: No, I will not apologize for Real Life... Especially,
when I performed my CIVIC responsibility of being on Jury Duty for the
entire month of June. Hence, why this is a tad LATE!
Thank you for the reviews and keep them cumming.
---- Previously ----
"When we get done, you're going to send your wife a text, telling her
that you'll be busy all day at work. An unexpected call-in. We have so
much to do. Keep licking if you agree, well, even if you don't agree,
keep licking, I'm getting my pleasure now,", she said and then moaned in
pleasure.
---- And now ----
I couldn't do much of anything, tied and unable to move, but lick and
suck her womanhood and she didn't let me finish until after she'd
experienced two major orgasms.
As she climbed off my face, she commented, "Very nicely done, my pet.
But we need to get you cleaned up and ready, but first I must prepare."
"Rea...."
Quick as a snake, she slapped me hard across the cheek and growled, "You
will not say anything, until I give you permission. Do you understand
this task?"
"Thank you Mistress, I willingly accept your instructions", I whispered,
while my face stung.
"Good," and walked out of the room, leaving me to think, as I heard the
shower start.
I thought, planned and struggled to get undone. I needed to get away,
this had gone too far and too damn fast. Was she right? Was this
permanent? I could always go to the doctor. Yes, there would be some
embarrasement, hopefully, not too much. This could all be fixed. I was
going bald anyway, I can explain it to the wife, that I wanted to shave
my head, but didn't want to risk cutting myself, so I used Nair instead.
Some got on my eyebrows and I did my best to clean it up and I might as
well shave my mustache off, making it a clean sweep, yes? After all,
it'll all grow back. Not sure what I'm going to say about the rest of
my body. I'll have to keep it covered with sweats.
I heard the shower stop and a few minutes later, she comes back into the
room and got dressed. Looking over at me, she smirks and walks back out
of the room and returns a few minutes later. She re-entered, with one
hand behind her back and climbs unto the bed, leaning over me and kisses
me deeply.
"Are you enjoying yourself, my pet? You may speak freely, I won't
punish you," she said sweetly.
"Umm, I think so Mistress, umm, enjoying myself, but I'm.....concerned.
These changes, you said they were permanent? Are they really? Why are
you doing this? Please, I only wanted to explore and how will I explain
this to my wife? I'm not wanting this to be perman..."
She places a finger on my lips and smiles down at me.
"Oh my pet, you worry too much. Which, as my slave, you're not allowed
to worry. I know what is best for my little girl. The current changes,
while showing you having a more feminine appearance, are not yet
permanent. There is still plenty of time for me to reverse them. Don't
you love it, when I play with you? Don't you feel pleasure and some
small pain as we play? After all, they are both different sides of the
same coin. Didn't you want to know the thrill of how a girl feels?
Don't you want to keep experiencing this sensation?", she said, as and
stroked, kissed and sucked my breasts and nipples.
I had goose bumps flowing all over my body and clenched all my muscles,
as the pleasure burst through me in a flood. "Yes Mistress," I moaned,
"but, I mean..."
Her finger once again shushed me and her smile was more brilliant.
"You are not allowed to think or question me. You are to do, only what
you're told, or do you want to suffer some more punishment? I'm sure I
can come up with something suitable," she said huskily and leaned over
and started to savagely rape my mouth. I was so into the kissing, that I
didn't even feel the needle enter my arm and deposit its load. Only
after she pulled back and the needle out of my arm, did I become aware
of it.
"What did you give me," I blurted out in surprise. Also thinking, damn
I sound like a fuck'en bimbo.
She giggled and then smirked. "Only something to calm you down. You
worry too much. This will help you relax and enjoy life more. It was
only a barbiturate, and one dose will not harm you..."
I could feel myself slowly starting to....float. Talk about free
association. My thoughts were slowing down, going this way and that
way, only to have each flitter away into the void. I was getting very
relaxed, with not a care in the world. She knew when the drug fully
took effect, a I just slumped. All muscle tension left my body and I
was left a puddle of goo.
I watched, not that I really cared, as she walked over, pulled an odd
belt from the dresser and returned to the bed. She slid the belt under
my back, pulled it tight around my waist, and closed it with a solid
CLICK!
"Now then my darling little girl," she purred.
'Who was she talking to? I'm a man, not a girl. What is she doing?
Why am I tied up?' I thought.
"I have a task for you. I put this belt on you and want to make it
permanent. Now is the time to offer any objections. Do you accept? Do
you want me to continue, all you have to do is say 'yes mistress'," she
giggled, as she lightly tweaked my nipples and stroked my breasts.
"Belt? What belt? Oh, that feels so good," and moaned in need, "Yes
mistress."
She giggled some more and reached down to my balls and started to push
each one out of its sack and back into my body. As each ball re-entered
my body, I grunted from the pain, but it was short lived and seemed to
be very distant. Once she was sure my balls weren't going to be popping
back out, she put a bag of ice on my cock and ball flesh, which forced
it to start shrinking. All I could think about, where had she gotten
the ice, as I zoned in and out? When my cock got small enough for her,
she tied a sturdy piece of string just behind the head.
She tugged on the strings to ensure it wasn't coming loose and then fed
it through a hole in a small metal tube. My cock slid in quite easily,
due to the baby oil coating the tube. She took a slightly bigger piece
of V shaped metal and attached the cock tube to the inside of it. Using
a strap from the front and two straps from the back, she attached the V
to the belt and pulled it snug. Even though I wasn't really in the
"NOW" and my mind was seriously disconnected, there was some small voice
in the back of my head, screaming, 'You have to stop her. You didn't
agree to this. This must stop before it goes any further!' and before I
could even get more than a mumble out of my mouth, she leaned over and
sucked on each of my nipples.
Looking down at her handy work, she smiled and cooed, "We're almost
finished with this part, my little girl, soon, we can continue playing."
She untied my legs, raised them up over my head and tied them to the
headboard. Using a small tool, I heard a small ratcheting noice and
noticed a couple of things happening. My butt cheeks were being pulled
apart, which left my asshole exposed and the chastiy tube was being
pressed more firmly into my private area.
Satisfied with her work, she untied me and helped me stand. Talk about
wobbly, if she hadn't been holding me, I'd have fallen several times.
But soon, I'd gotten my balance. As I looked at the reflection in the
mirror and from the neck down, I saw an older woman, breasts and a
silvery pussy. I thought to myself, 'Damn, give me a paper bag and I'd
fuck that.'
"Do you like how you look, my little girl," she asked as she caressed my
body, "Do you like your breasts," another caress and a moan from me. My
cock was trying to swell, but encountering no room for expansion and
causing me to then moan in pain. She reached around from behind me and
ran her fingers through my 'pussy', eliciting a gasp, as her fingers
stroked the head of my cock, and she purred, "Do you like when I do this
to you? All you have to do is say yes mistress and we'll continue our
game."
"Oh yes mistress, please don't stop, I want to cum," I practically
begged, moaning and pleading.
She stopped, to my frustration, took me by the arm and led me from the
room, into the bathroom, "We have to get you cleaned out first," she
said. She helped me down to all fours, my arms and tits were leaning
over the edge of the tub and my ass sticking out into the room. I saw a
bulging enema bag hanging above me, I'm not sure how much was in there,
but I knew vaguely, it had to be at least 2 quarts. She picked up a
small plug with a hose and bulb attached to it, poured some baby oil
over the plug and gently inserted it into my ass. I felt it go in, it
wasn't that big, and then it seated itself firmly, as my ring clenched
itself around the smallest section.
She picked up the bulb and gave it a couple of quick squeezes and I felt
the plug grow bigger inside me. I looked back at her, she smirked and
said, "Your plug needs to be inflated, so it doesn't fall out, until I
want it to come out. Now be a good little girl and relax," as she
continued squeezing the bulb, until I moaned from the pressure. Giving
the bulb one more hard squeeze, she took the hose attached to the enema
bag and hooked it into the base of the plug. I heard her releasing the
retaining clip and felt the warmish water start rapidly flowing deep
into me.
I tried to get up, but she sat on my back, keeping me pinned. I moaned
from the pressure, and she gently rubbed my shoulders, "Shhhh, it's
going to be ok, my little girl. There, there, it's all in you." She
removed the tube from the plug and then I felt her reach around and
caress my breasts and tits, causing me squeek in surprise and then moan,
as the pleasure surged into my mind, causing my cock to try to grow some
more, but only swelling, within its confines.
"Mistress, please, I can't take it anymore, it hurts," as I looked back
and pleaded with her.
She giggled and replied with a smirk said, "Lucky for you my little
girl, you're not allowed to think, only accept. I do all your thinking
for you and if I think you can hold it longer. Well, you will. Now,
you will stay right here, while I go and get something to drink."
"Please Mistress," I grunted out through the pain.
She got up and left the room. I knew that I dared not move, or I would
get punished, maybe worse than before. I could hear a glass tinkling,
and her heels walking back toward the bathroom. My thoughts were still
very slow, but I knew that something was wrong and I had to get out of
here. I knew I had to get the tool, to release my cock and balls, knew
it was going to be difficult, as I didn't know where she'd stashed it.
Maybe I could confess to my wife, that I screwed up and beg forgiveness,
before things got any worse. She was a forgiving person, and....
My mistress walked back in to the bathroom with a glass, of what seemed
to be wine. "Excellent, you didn't move. I think it's time to release
what's there and then we can both enjoy our wine, before the next step,"
she said with a small smile.
Putting the glass down on the vanity, she helped me up and over to the
toilet. She took the pump and released the air pressure from the plug.
"Reach under yourself, and gently remove the plug and just let it drop.
You can wash your hands afterwards," she said.
Putting deed to action, I reached far between my legs, and quickly
removed the plug. Brown watery shit exploded out of my body in a
torrential flood that lasted a good few minutes. I moaned in relief,
but she had me stay seated for another 10 minutes, as the fluid and
excrement left. She had me lean forward and gently cleaned me with a
warm wash cloth and then had me stand next to the tub. Removing the
plug from the toilet and putting it in the sink, she flushed the waste
and had me come over to the sink, to clean my hands and the plug itself.
As I cleaned the plug, I looked in the mirror and saw, I still had my
face, although all the hair on my head was gone, looking down, I saw all
the hair on my chest and arms was missing, and my breasts appeared to be
a small B cup, but with swollen areolas and my nipples were almost 1/2
inch in diameter and a good 1/2 inch long. I noticed my waist was a
little smaller, but then, after expelling all that crap, I'm not too
concerned. I couldn't find my cock and balls, it looked like I had a
pussy, at least the lips of a pussy and further down, my legs appeared
as soft and smooth as any girls.
"Did you want to say something my pet?" she asked.
"Plea...Ples Miss..tress, This has go...go...GONE to f...I wan...wan...
want to...be...*mumble*...gooooood...." I got out before she reached
over and put her finger on my lips, silencing me, and gazed into my
glazed eyes.
She let out an evil laugh and then started talking to me softly, "You
want to be a good ... girl? You want to go further? Just nod," and I
nodded in my drugged stupor. "Lets give you another cleanout and I'll
make you into the best girl, I possibly can," and I just continued to
nod. She helped me back down unto the floor and over the tub, taking
another few quarts of water. That voice, deep in my head, strangely
muted, screaming at me to run, was my only companion, as I waited in
silence to be told what to do. She again helped me up and seated me on
the toilet, only this time, she performed the needed operations, and the
outflow was only mostly clean, which she deamed sufficient for now.
I could hear her talking to herself, as I sat there on the toilet
waiting, but it didn't really register in my conciousness. While I
finished, she was undressing and then helped me into the shower, joining
me. She washed me everywhere, making sure I was smelling like lilacs
and she smelt like peaches and a little lilac. After drying and
lotioning me, we went back into the bedroom.
"Time to get you ready for the day, my sweet," she said, and picked up a
black and red corset from the bed, wrapping it around me and hooking it
up. She brought me over to the doorway to the closet and placed leather
cuffs around my wrists. Once on, she had me bend my legs and slide my
feet out from underneath me, so I was hanging there. At which time, she
started lacing the corset, and pulling it very tight.
"This will get rid of your belly and give you firm tits and an ass
that'll be out of this world," she commented. She left me hanging there
for over an hour, coming by about every 10 minutes and pulling the laces
even tighter. When done, the back of the corset met, and she tucked the
tied laces into a small pouch and secured it and the two sides together
with a small padlock. *click*
She helped me to my feet and unhooked the cuffs from the door, but
leaving them attached to my wrists, led me over to the bed, where she
had me sit down and started to pull black seamed stockings up my leg.
Once they got to my thighs, I was helped to stand again and she attached
the garters to the stockings, pulling them tight as a rubber band.
Where if you took the garter and pulled it away from my thighs, it would
snap back, just like a rubber band.
She next pulled a bra up my arms, I noticed absently, the cups had hard
plastic in them, and cliped it behind my back. She adjusted the the
straps and everything to make sure it was all tight and my tits filled
the cups. She took some vaseline and ran it around the edge of the
cups, before hooking up a hose. While pushing on the cup attached to my
left breast, she turned on a machine and I could feel my breast start to
be sucked into the cup. She kept up the pressure, until I grunted in
pain, turned off the machine and looked at my breast, which filled the
plastic. Satisfied, she did the same to my right breast.
"There you go my sweet, when done, you'll have some very nice B cups and
if you're good, I might be persuaded to give you C or even D cups," she
giggled. "I know I told you to send a text to your wife. But you need
to worry about that, I did it for you and told her you'd be busy all
day."
I tried to process that statement, but my mind was very muddled.
She had me sit back down on the bed, pulled out a pair of 3 inch black
open face heels, put them on me and secured them with a small padlock on
each ankle.
She pulled out a short skirted maids outfit and put it on me and zipped
it up tight.
"Almost done, my pet," she said and helped me over to her vanity.
"Bend over, I want to get this done first," she said and as I bent over
the chair, next to the vanity, she lifted the hem of my skirt and popped
in a greased butt plug.
I grunted in mutted pain, which faded away quickly and then was sat down
on the chair, which forced the plug even further into me.
Over the next while, she made up my face in sluttish fashion and placed
a blond wig upon my head. I noticed it was tacky feeling against my
scalp, but my thought processes were still mutted enough for me not to
say anything.
"A few more things, my pet and then you can begin your day," she purred.
She took a small belt, wrapped and secured it around my waist. There
were a couple of chains attached to it, which she clipped to the leather
cuffs attached to my wrists. I chains were short enough that I couldn't
reach the clips, and the belt itself was padlocked unto me, so I
couldn't unbuckle it. She then took a pecker gag and buckled it into my
mouth, no need for a padlock, as I couldn't undo it anyway.
"Suck on that, my pet, soon, you'll get the real thing," she purred.
She brought me out into the hallway and said, "I want you to walk from
one end of this hallway to the other, until I tell you to stop. Do you
understand these instructions, my pet?"
"Thank you Mistress, I willingly accept your instructions," I mumbled
around the pecker gag.
I started walking, with her giving me directions on how to place my
feet. Heel - toe, heel - toe. I could feel the plug, moving. Fucking
me as I walked. Which caused me to swing my hips even more, causing the
plug to move even more and fucking me harder. She giggled, as she saw
what was happening, when I turned around and started coming back, when a
bead of pre-cum slowly dripped from my cock head, and headed to the
floor.
"I'll be back shortly. Keep up that pace, if you know what's good for
you," she said.
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