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Wrong place wrong time.
My name was John I was a young guy of 25 living the dream, I had a great
job as a financial manager and I had a great apartment in a nice
building in the city so that I was close to work. I had a curious mind
and I was always very open and willing to try things. For as long as I
can remember my best friend was Peter, he was different to me, more
cautious more pessimistic. But I think we were a perfect mix. We got on
like a house on fire. In the last 2 years Peter had been going out with
a girl called Donna, she was a great girlfriend for him, but she also
got a bad deal with our friendship as I think it caused friction between
them.
I had progressed very quickly in my job and I got the feeling I was
being earmarked for a lightning career to the top. Like all young people
with plenty of disposable income, if I wanted things I bought them. Nice
apartment, nice car and at the weekends, plenty of partying.
That was all until one fateful Friday evening...
"Peter you have to see this."
"Hey John, what's up?"
"I just bought the most amazing thing."
"What's that?"
"These are the master and slave rings." I pulled out 2 plain rings, one
silver one gold.
"What are you on about John?"
"I found this new place in town, a kind of old trinket shop."
"John, let's just get to the point, Donna will be here in a few minutes.
I'm already in the doghouse, I'm taking her out for dinner to make a
mends and if she finds you here she'll be pissed."
"Ok, ok. This is the master." I held up the gold ring. "This is the
slave." I held up the silver. "The guy said that the master can change
anything about the wearer of the slave ring."
"Are you that stupid?! I don't have time for this."
Peter started to walk back to his room.
"Oh come on humour me, you can have the master first." I handed it
towards him.
"Fine," he stated and took the ring. I put on the slave ring and as he
put on the master I felt a small shock.
"If these stupid thing works, then go iron my shirt!"
"Ok," I replied and went and fetched his shirt.
"John stop dicking around!"
"I'm not, these things actually work!" I marvelled at the ring. "Try
something more obvious that I can't fake"
"Uhh, I don't know. You're 5ft tall instead of 6ft." To the shock of
both of us I immediately shrank, I stood there dumbfounded.
"Woah! This is awesome. You look shocked! Admit it, you didn't think
they'd actually work either?!"
"Peter, that's enough now. I'm scared, just change me back!" I was
panicking.
Just then, the doorbell rang and Peter started panicking. "Fuck, you
can't be here." He ran out.
He answered the door and I could hear it was Donna.
"Hey lover," said Donna.
"Hey babe, look I've got something to tell you, please don't get mad."
Peter started.
"If that's John in there you and me are over, you know how pissed I am
with you and a lot of it is because of him." Donna snapped back.
"No, nothing like that. It's my sister Susan." As he said this, I felt a
huge change sweep over me. I'd not gained any height and as I looked
down I could see I had boobs and as I looked down blonde hair fell into
view. I was wearing a summer dress with a neckline that showed off my
boobs. I was stunned, is that all he could think of! Is Peter so scared
of Donna that this is the better option! As far as I knew he didn't have
a sister, could the rings be that powerful?...
"Why's she here?" Donna asked sounding slightly less pissed.
"She came to show me these rings." He started as he walked towards the
room where I was ironing. Why's he telling her about the rings! I need
to figure out how to get the rings back and fix this mess!
"What's so special about these?" Donna asked as they walked in. "Hey
Susan," she said as she saw me.
"Hey Donna," I replied in a chirpy voice.
Peter continued, "Well this is the master and Susan is wearing the
slave. The person wearing the master can make the wearer of the slave do
anything or change into anything."
"Oh come on guys, what do you take me for?" Donna said.
"I was sceptical too, try it." He handed her the master ring. "How do
you think I got her to agree to iron my shirt?" Peter said.
She took the ring and slipped it on, I got another shock. "What sort of
things can it do?"
"Not sure, we haven't had a chance to really test it," Peter said with a
slight smirk in my direction.
"Ok, so you made her iron your shirt. But what about physical changes?"
She looked at me. "You are completely made up for a night out, little
black dress, black high heels, face, hair, nails, the works."
As she said this, I felt the shift, I raised up slightly and everywhere
else, I felt more constricted. I looked down, and even from this angle,
I looked amazing.
"This is fantastic!" Donna exclaimed.
At this point I had unconsciously finished the shirt, I handed it to
Peter. "Let me get ready," he said and walked out to get dressed.
"This is a bit scary," I stated.
"I can imagine." Donna replied. "I think these could be fun, but you
need a lot of trust. I think Peter and I will borrow these tonight, we
can have some fun" She winked at me.
I wanted to say no, I wanted to keep the rings so I could get back to
normal, but Donna still had the master ring on and I couldn't argue.
"Susan, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but Peter and I have some
making up to do. If you know what I mean. It'd be better if you didn't
come back tonight. Now that you're all dressed up you may as well make
the most of it. Go out, enjoy yourself."
"But wh..what I don't have anywhere to go. I was hoping that Peter would
let me stay over," I stammered.
"I don't think so, we don't need a third wheel, I don't care what you
do, go pick up a guy and go back to his. Just don't come back here." It
was a flippant remark and I don't think Donna realised that I would have
to do what she said. Then Donna seemed to remember she had the rings on
and smiled at me.
"Tell you what, if these things really are as good as I hope I'll help
you out. You will attract the nicest guy in the club, he will be a
perfect gentleman. You'll know he's the one as you will feel really
horny when he talks to you. Then once you know that he's a nice guy you
can play his ideal woman without fear he'll be an arse."
"Donna! What the hell, you're supposed to be my friend," I replied.
"Oh I am Susan; I just need this tonight ok. Your brother and I need to
get things back on track, these times are important. I just know that if
we sort these issues out he will propose to me soon. Then we'll be
sisters in law and I can have your back always. Anyway, enough chit
chat, get that sexy butt to the club!" She took my hand and as she
spoke, she slipped off the slave ring.
Before I could argue I had gotten up and left the room, I found myself
ordering a cab and 5 minutes later, I was in the cab and on my way to
the club. I was in shock, I didn't even know what I looked like and here
I was dressed to the nines and on my way to pull a guy. I started to
feel panicky and sick. My mind was racing, how powerful are the rings? I
pulled my purse from the clutch bag that I realised I was holding. I
opened it up and checked my ID. It told me my full name was Susan
Johanna Keys, I'm apparently 22 years old, which makes sense as I am
Peter's little sister now. It told me my height was 5ft 0in, so I was
still the height that Peter had adjusted me to earlier.
I moved through the rest of my purse and all I found were some payment &
credit cards along with some loyalty cards. I also found an appointment
card for a hairdresser, the appointment is for tomorrow and the only
other thing it said was "The works" in handwriting that I didn't
recognise. I guess it was from whoever my hairdresser was, but as I
didn't know what my writing looked like I couldn't tell.
Then I checked the clutch bag some more, I found a phone. It was an
IPhone and instinctively I pressed the button with my thumb. It unlocked
and on the home screen, I could see a photo of Peter and I. I could see
that I had a text from Peter, so I immediately opened it. It read:
'Susan, I'm really sorry that you couldn't stay this evening. Why don't
you come over tomorrow and we'll give you back the rings. Have a great
evening, but be careful ok? Love Peter.'
I got a gooey feeling when I read the end, which was weird. It seems
like he must have written the text when he was with Donna as there was
nothing specific about what had happened, just vague hints as to how we
could fix it tomorrow. Then I pondered the last sentence 'be careful'
what did he mean by that? I was doing exactly what Donna told me, so I
didn't really have much choice in the matter. What had she told him
about why I was going out? I guess I wouldn't get answers for that till
tomorrow.
I decided to look at the pictures on the phone; maybe I would get some
information that would help me. There were a lot of selfies of me in
various outfits, they looked like shopping photos. As I clicked through,
I saw a few of nights out with recurring pictures of friends, as I
looked names attached themselves in my mind to each of the faces. It
seemed like I knew all of them. No significant photos of guys I could
find, so that was a relief. Next, I checked texts and emails; I could
see a few fairly benign conversations. General chatter between girls,
arranging nights out, lunches, coffee etc.
This sent me into a bit of a daydream, what did I do for a living?
Pictures started to form in my mind and what I saw clashed with my own
memories of working in an office. It seemed like I was PA, I could see
myself taking minutes, arranging meetings, fetching coffee and putting
up with the sexist comments, stares and general dismissal by the
executives of the firm I worked in. As the images settled I realised I
worked in the same office, almost the same desk, in fact the PA to the
guy who now had my job. No stellar career, no promotions and by the
state of my memories not much chance of progression either.
The taxi driver talking to me waked me from my daydream:
"That'll be ?10 please darling?"
"Oh what? Sorry! I was miles away. ?10, ok hang on a second." I fished
around in my purse and found a ?20 note, I handed it to him. He gave me
the change and I got out of the cab.
I was on the pavement stood in front of a nightclub, as I stuffed my
phone into my bag I walked towards the nightclub. Before I could even
look up a guy grabbed my arm.
"Evening miss, my name's Gus. Lovely ladies like yourself don't need to
wait in the queue, let me escort you in personally." He smiled and ogled
my chest.
As I looked up at him I realised he was massive, a big bear of a guy.
Easily over 6ft, probably approaching 6ft 6in. He was built like a house
and it was obvious he worked out. He made me feel tiny, like a child
again, I craned my neck up to look into his face "Thanks Gus" Was all I
could think to say.
With that, he put his arm over my shoulder and down my back, placing his
hand on my butt. He then steered me in pushing me forwards. I'd never
experienced anything like this. I was never a massive guy, but I'd never
met someone who was so big in comparison. I felt a little scared. He
could make me do whatever he wanted and there'd be nothing I could do
about it. As we went in, he came round behind me and grabbed my hips to
guide me through the last narrow door into the club. As soon as we
entered the dark and noise hit me, then Gus leant down over my shoulder
and talked into my ear.
"You're wasted on these losers, but have a good time. If you need
anything just ask any staff member for me. And if you get bored of these
guys then you know where I am." Then with surprising speed, he was gone
and I was alone standing there trembling slightly.
I had no idea what to do, as a guy I was never a big club goer. I was
more a pubs and bars kind of guy. I had been to clubs, but mostly I just
drank at the bar. Before I could start to think what to do, I was
approached by a guy, he was pleasant enough, but I wasn't interested in
even being here, let alone making idle chit chat to some stranger.
However, he was just the first of many, I'd only been there 10 minutes
and I swear I'd been approached by 20 guys already. I decided I needed
to move, I figured that as it was early and most guys didn't really like
dancing that I might be safer on the dance floor. I moved on to the side
of this as I didn't actually know how to dance, but this just attracted
more guys. It seemed to give the message that it was ok to approach me
and touch me. Guys kept sidling up and putting their hands on my hips or
around my waist or on my butt.
I was horrified; I had to get off the dance floor, so I headed straight
for the toilets. I was a little flustered and not thinking straight, I
stormed into the gents. My mistake became clear instantly, the 3 guys
turned towards me and gaped, surprised. Then the drunkest of them turned
to me, with his cock in his hand and said, "Want some of this darling?"
I turned and ran, my face turned red and as I left, I heard them all
laughing. I rushed into the ladies, found a vacant cubicle and went in.
I realised that I would need to sit, so I hiked up the dress, pulled
down my tights and g-string and sat down. I hadn't even realised I was
wearing the g-string, it seemed really comfortable, somehow this
bothered me too.
This was awful, I had to get out of here I thought to myself. Right,
I'll have a pee, collect my thoughts and then I'll leave the toilets and
make for the exit. To hell with Donna, those rings can't make me act
like a woman if I don't want to. I went for a wee and then just remained
sat there. I started thinking about Peter and I and our friendship, but
as my thoughts wandered, I started to get images of the both of us
growing up. We were always together; he would always protect me and make
me feel safe. I had images of us playing dress up, I would be the
princess and he would be the brave prince. We'd play doctors and nurses
and I'd be the dutiful nurse. We'd play mummy's and daddies and I'd be
the mummy. Then the thoughts moved on and we were at school, I would
always chat to him at break and lunch times and his mates didn't seem to
mind me hanging around. Then a few years later, we started going out to
parties and things and Peter would let me come along. By now, his
friends really liked that I was there and I had some flashbacks of
making out with a few of them. Then I had a memory that I'd started
looking for work and Donna had helped me get work in her office. She was
some kind of executive, youngest executive for the company, fast tracked
because she was intelligent and I suspected because she was female and
the company wanted to look progressive.
Then there was knock on the door:
"Hey babe, you ok in there?" a girl's voice asked.
"Er yeah, sure, I'm fine. Be out in a sec!" I stammered.
"Oh no rush, There are free cubicles, I just saw you rush out of the
men's and into here and I wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened."
"Oh nothing bad, I just need to pay more attention to where I'm going,"
I replied.
"Oh ok, good. I'm Suki," she said.
"Hi, I'm Susan." I replied. I stood up pulled up the g-string and
tights, fixed my dress back in place and flushed the toilet. As I
exited, Suki stood opposite the cubicles by the sink. She was taller
than I was, maybe 5ft 6ins, she had long brunette hair, and she was very
thin, with just a hint of cleavage. She wore a very short mini skirt and
was showing a fair amount of her midriff.
"Hi Susan, nice to meet you. May I say, you are one foxy lady," she
said.
"Thanks." I said and smiled. "You look pretty hot yourself."
"Thanks, say do you want to hang out. We could look out for each other.
Seems like you might need some help?"
"That's ok, I was just about to leave," I responded.
"Oh come on, don't let a few loser guys put you off. This place can be
great."
"I don't know, I just don't feel comfortable. I think I made a mistake
coming here and I should just go home."
"Look, come meet my friends, have 1 drink and if you still feel the same
you can leave. What do you have to lose? I'll get one of them to shout
you the drink?`"
"Oh ok, but 1 drink ok." I'm not even sure why I agreed, it seems I was
less in control than I wanted to be. In my mind, I was still determined
to leave.
"Great, come on." She grabbed me by the hand and dragged me out into the
club again. She pulled me over to one of the tables at the side in what
looked like a VIP area. She slid in to a seat that bent round a table
and looked out into the club. As I followed her in, I realised there
were three guys there.
"Susan, this is Steve, Paul & John. Guys this is Susan. Steve is my
boyfriend and he's a fireman, Paul here is a boring office worker and
finally this is John, entrepreneur, annoyingly successful at everything,
old school gentleman and funder of our little excursion. We've been
friends since school." They all smiled at me and said hi.
"Would you like a drink Susan?" John asked me. As he spoke to me, a
warmth spread from between my thighs and my nipples tingled slightly.
"I'll have a diet coke," I managed to respond.
"No, that won't do at all. I'm not buying the most beautiful women in
this place a coke. Champagne or a cocktail what'll it be?"
I swear I was going red again, what is it with this body that gets so
easily embarrassed?! Then a new wave of feelings hit me, I was warmer
and even tinglier. "Ok maybe a champagne would be nice," I replied.
"Perfect, same again everyone?" He asked the others, they nodded in
agreement and he left for the bar.
As soon as he was gone, the others started explaining what they did.
Suki was an artist; she had some work in a local gallery and was just
starting to make enough money to give up her job as a barmaid. That was
why they were out, celebrating her success. She was going out with
Steve, when they talked about each other I could see that they were very
much in love. They had always known that they were destined to be with
each other right from when they first met in school. He loved his work
as a firefighter and looked healthy on it as well. He was tall and
muscly, not like the bouncer, but athletic. Then there was Paul, he
worked for a rival bank from the one I worked at. He was a mid-level
manager with a relatively steady career.
John returned with the drinks, in a cunning but subtle way, he sat down
next to me and everyone scooted round. Now I was sat in between Suki and
John. I sipped my champagne, but couldn't help notice the steadily
increasing warm and gooey feeling spreading through my body.
"John, we were just telling Susan about ourselves, so I guess it's your
turn," Suki said to John.
"Ok, well. I'm just a regular guy I guess. I have several of my own
businesses that I setup from nothing. I have a talent for programming
and software development. I got lucky a few years ago and one of my
programs took off. I made a bit of money and now that allows me to
pursue my career in the direction I want to." He summarised.
"Modest too!" Suki interjected. "This guy is a genius, he is self-made
and don't be fooled. He has a sharp business mind."
"Yeah yeah, enough about me. Tell us about you Susan," John said turning
to me.
When he looked me in the eye the feelings intensified, I'd never felt
anything like this before. At the same time, I was trying to think of
something to say. I started with what I knew.
"Well, I'm a PA for a rival bank to Paul. I have a brother called Peter
who I'm really close to. Our parents have retired and moved to Spain, so
I kind of rely on Peter as my 'family'." I started, this was getting
weird, I didn't know about our parents, yet I was saying things that I
hadn't really meant.
"I guess that you don't want to be a PA forever though right?" John
said.
'No way,' I thought, 'I want to be an executive' I thought, but what I
actually said shocked me.
"Well, it's a little embarrassing really. I'm quite an old fashioned
kind of girl and I really like the idea of being a stay at home wife and
mother. If there's one thing PA work has taught me is that if you find a
great guy you should hang on to him! I always wanted a big family. I
need to find the right guy who wants that in a girl. I never really
boasted about it at school obviously, but I made sure that I am really
good at washing, cleaning, ironing, sewing and cooking. I have a keen
interest in interior design and I've always been super feminine. No
masculine things, no trousers or short haircuts. No tomboy phase or
trying to fit in with the lads. I've always been the girly girl, makeup,
dresses, and princesses."
I think I was the most stunned of the whole group, they all looked at me
with a weird expression and I started blushing. Except John who had a
beaming smile. 'Why's he so happy?' I thought, and then Donna's words
echoed in my head '...You will attract the nicest guy in the club, he
will be a perfect gentleman. You'll know he's the one as you will feel
really horny when he talks to you. Then once you know that he's a nice
guy you can play his ideal woman...' So that was it, John's ideal woman
was as I just described and I'd been compelled to act like it, as he was
the nicest guy in the club! This was bad, I had to get out of this, but
I knew that Donna had said I should lead this guy on and go back to his.
I was stuck.
"Wow Susan, so glad you felt you could share. But I can see that John
here approves, maybe you guys will hit it off!" said Suki.
John reached over, took my hand, and rested them both in his lap.
"Well, I think it was very nice and I'm very impressed Susan. You
certainly are a stand out lady." He smiled at me; this sent a flood of
strong emotions and feelings through me that caused my heart to flutter.
My mind was constantly rationalising these feelings and responses as
part of the commands from Donna, but it didn't matter what my mind
thought, the outward impression was as John's ideal woman. I was getting
really apprehensive, what trouble could I get into in 1 night? I just
consoled myself with the fact that tomorrow I would go back to Peter's
and we could set everything straight.
"Enough of this lovey dovey stuff, back to the matter at hand; I would
like to propose a toast. To Suki, the most talented artist I know, may
this be the beginning of something special," Paul said.
Everyone raised their glasses and said, "To Suki," and I just joined in.
"Would you like to dance?" John asked me.
"I don't know how." I responded.
"Don't worry, just follow my lead!" He pulled me to the dance floor and
held my hips. We started swaying and gyrating together, my body just
seemed to react to his movement. He took this as a sign to continue and
before long, he had his hands on my butt. Just as he did this, the music
changed to a slower more romantic song. I looked towards the DJ booth
and saw Suki smiling and waving from next to the DJ. John came in close
and held me to him as we swayed to the music.
After a few seconds, I felt movement in his trousers and I felt him
becoming hard, he was quite a bit taller than I was so his crotch was
higher than my waist and just below my boobs. I chose this moment to
look up at him to see what was happening and he looked into my eyes and
kissed me. My brain was repulsed, but my body's reaction overrode any
logic or will I tried to impose. It was as if I melted, heat rose from
my crotch in a new wave, my nipples tingled and poked into my bra, which
was squashed against John. My heart fluttered again and I involuntarily
moaned into his mouth. He took this, rightly so, as a sign that I was
enjoying myself. He left one hand on my butt and the other travelled up
my back through my hair and onto the back of my head, his tongue entered
my mouth and in a show of dominance, he tilted me back and French kissed
me deeply. Even before that, my thoughts had started to become lost in
the emotion and feelings from my body. This last move sealed it and for
the entire time we remained kissing, the raw reactions of my female body
and hormones took over.
I couldn't tell you how long we were like this, but the next I knew we
were back in the booth, I was sat on John's lap with my arms around him
while he and his friends continued to chat. It took me so long to come
back to my thoughts, it was as if I was in clouds of bliss and happiness
and trying to regain coherent thought proved tough. Each time that I
started to piece together some thoughts John would lean down, kiss me
again and either fondle my boobs or my butt or stroke my hair, face, or
shoulders. This sent me back to my dreamy state again and I would start
the whole fight back to reality all over again.
When I eventually regained some thought I could see that the club had
started to empty. Suki and Steve made their excuses.
"Susan, John, Steve, we're off. I think we will continue our own little
private celebration back home." She winked at me. Then Steve piped up.
"I've got a busy day tomorrow, loads of work to do, so I need to leave
too. You guys have fun," he said looking at John.
"We'll try." Replied John.
"Great to meet you Susan, I bet you're glad you stayed now!" said Suki
as they left. John looked down at me again.
"I'm so glad you stayed Susan, it's like we were meant to meet tonight.
I've never met a woman like you before, you're like an angel."
We were destined to meet tonight, I thought, but not in the way he
means. I looked back into his eyes and despite what I wanted, I just
kissed him again. I was vaguely aware of being carried, but I was back
in my dream world again. Next thing I knew we were sat in the back of a
car and he was just holding my hand again. We sat in silence and when we
arrived at what I assume was his place he led me inside. This was when I
realised just how rich he must be. He had a nice house in a posh area
just outside the city. I knew that the prices here were way beyond what
I could hope to afford. Even as the real me. He took me into a grand
living area and told me to sit on the couch; he fetched another glass of
champagne. I realised that I didn't know how many I had drunk. I was
also sure that this new body of mine wouldn't be able to take as many as
the old me. It must be why I'm finding it so hard to concentrate. I
think I'm drunk.
He sat down next to me and started to talk:
"Just hear me out, I need to say something. If you decide to stay then I
will take that as a confirmation that you are open to my suggestion.
I really connected to what you said in the club. I had hoped all my life
that I would find a woman just like you, one who wanted a more 'old
fashioned' life. One where I could continue my work, be a supportive
husband and father and in return receive the love, devotion and
obedience of a beautiful woman.
I was starting to believe that there were no such women left and that I
would need to change my views to have any hope of settling down.
Susan, you are perfect, I never believed in love at first sight until
tonight. You are by far the sexiest most attractive women I have ever
seen and on top of that, you share my views on relationships.
A few things you should know, I will not take advantage of you this
evening. I know you are drunk, so kissing is as far as I'm willing to
go. You can stay in one of the spare rooms, but if you stay then you
agree to start dating and to be my partner ok?"
I was so relieved, he had just stated that nothing would happen tonight
and my worst fear wouldn't be realised. I could make it through a night
of only kissing, even though that made me feel a little sick. Then
tomorrow I could straighten this out. I was pleased and replied:
"Oh John, I feel the same way. I couldn't have believed this possible
before tonight. Just hold me."
I guess it could've been much worse, John Leant me back into him, put
his arms around me and made lazy circles all down my body while kissing
me occasionally on the head. I must've fallen asleep like that.
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