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Trapped and Confused
By
Stefanie Flowers
How had it come to this. Here I sit in Eric's lap while his arms encircle
my waist holding me tight. We are welded to each others lips as he plunges
his tongue deep into my mouth. I am beginning to enjoy the experience; one
that months ago had made my stomach heave and want to throw up. I wanted
to return to being the original me. Or did I? After nine months of being
continually brain washed and conditioned I was almost what Eric wanted me
to be; his nymphomaniac bitch. It wasn't always this way. How had Eric
slowly overtaken my life with me becoming his property.
I first met Eric one Friday night in a local pub. I had unsuccessfully
tried to pick up a date for the night and, after admitting defeat, was
about to leave when Eric came up to me. Having seen my failure, he said
better luck next time, want a beer? Well I needed some company so we got
to chatting. He told me that he worked as a motor mechanic. He looked the
part, tall, well built and covered in tattoos. I explained that I was a
computer programmer looking for a place to stay in town until I
established my work base. All I required was my computer and a wi-fi
connection. I could set up my business anywhere. We seemed to hit it off
having for the most part similar interests. The only big difference was
his love of football, something that I hated. I was a geek that liked to
plays computer games. He enjoyed that too.
Taking pity on me he said I could bed down at his place until I got myself
established, then I could pay him rent for his spare room. He had wi-fi so
I would be all set to get started. Not looking a gift horse in the mouth I
gladly accepted his offer.
At first I was confident that my business would quickly take off. Then
weeks grew into months and I still made only a little money. Eric did not
seem to mind helping me out until my situation got better. We made a habit
of going out together Friday nights to pick up dates. I, being short and
geeky looking, usually failed at this task but Eric had no problem
catching likely prospects. However, his courtships never lasted long. Even
I could see why. He was a control freak always trying to dominate the
girl. He was also verbally abusive calling them sluts or bitches for even
glancing at another man.
I had been living at Eric's place for six months when he approached me
asking for a favor. By now I was deeply indebted to him and was grateful
that I might be able to help him in some way. That is until I heard what
he wanted. There was this big theme party coming up that he needed a
partner to take with him. Without a female partner he could not gain
entry. By now he had struck out with all of the locally available women
and none would even consider going out with him.
Eager to please I said, "OK, how can I help you? I don't know any women so
I'm afraid it doesn't look good."
"Well yes, I realize that," he said, "but I had this great idea. Now don't
freak out when I say this but I want you to be my date."
"Date," I scoffed. "You're joking right?"
"Look I know it's a big favor but I've noticed that you have the right
stature and features to make a convincing girl. It's a costume party and
you would just have to dress up as a school girl. The theme is St
Trinians."
"I don't know," I replied warily. I knew of the old movies about the
riotous adventures of girls at St Trinians school. I guessed it wouldn't
be too bad to dress up as a campy school girl because it would be obvious
that I was doing it for fun.
Eric then played his ace card. "After all I've helped you out it's not too
much to ask, is it?"
Put like that, how could I say no.
"You don't have to worry about a thing. I've arranged for your makeover
and costume already. You need to look really convincing as my girl friend.
A lot of my old school buddies will be there."
"Well OK," I reluctantly agreed. "Just don't get any funny ideas. You're
not my type," I joked. I didn't want to look like a real girl but that's
what Eric needed for the party.
The party was a month away but Eric insisted that I needed time to
practice my part and become a convincing girl friend.
I rode pillion on the back of Eric's bike to what I thought would some
kind of cross-dressing/transformation store. I was in for a big surprise.
It was a medical center practicing experimental plastic surgery. Eric
quickly explained that the plastic surgeon was an old buddy of his from
high school. Eric was calling in some past favors to have me temporarily
equipped with bosoms and a rounded butt. I didn't like that idea and was
ready to immediately call the whole thing off.
"Don't worry," said Eric, "modern plastic surgery is instant and painless.
There's no need to fear anything. It's all fully reversible."
I was not sure that I believed him but did not want to be confrontational.
He seemed so committed to the idea I was afraid he might be very angry if
I refused. I meekly let him lead me into the center and be introduced to
his Doctor friend.
Cutting a long story short I awoke after surgery to see a beaming Eric and
smiling Doctor. Expecting only a boob and butt job I was surprised and
scared at how complete the changes to my body were. My face was now a
woman's with high thin arches for eyebrows, large doe like eyes, a small
upturned nose, high cheek bones and no Adam's apple. My mouth had wide
plump come suck me cock sucker lips. That was frightening enough but in
place of by genitals there was now a vertical slit. What surprised me even
more was that I now had a melodious female voice.
"Look, I didn't sign on for all of this. Please change me back," I
pleaded.
"All in good time my dear. For now that's not in the works," said the
Doctor. "I only did this as a free-be because it advances our experimental
program and we'll need time to evaluate the work."
"But you can and will reverse this," I demanded.
"Well theoretically yes and if you want me to I will try but it hasn't
been done before."
How could Eric have subjected me to this risk. I was angry but it no
position to fight my predicament.
"You look and sound so cute when you are angry," said Eric. "Don't be so
upset. Look on the bright side. You make a fabulous looking bitch and I
promise that you will enjoy yourself."
"Here," said the Doctor, "it's probably best if you wear this for now."
It looked liked a metal female chastity belt.
"You can easily get pregnant. If that happens I would be morally bound to
let you come to term and deliver the child. Best to prevent that so I can
return you to yourself as soon as possible."
Not wanting to be trapped as a mother, I meekly let him place the metal
chastity belt around my waist. The pieces seemed to fit together and
ratchet into place without a lock. The vagina was covered by a hinged flap
that locked into place with a key. A smiling Eric took possession of the
key. By now I was feeling completely overwhelmed.
"Good," said Eric as the flap was locked into place. "Get dressed Stefanie
and I'll take you to the next stop in your transition, the beauty salon."
It was so strange putting on the silk thong and platform bra. So this was
what it felt like to be a woman. Eventually I figured out how to put on
the garter belt and stockings. This was followed by a plain white blouse
and tight fitting pencil skirt. Finally, after placing on some high
stiletto heels, Eric took my arm and led me outside. Despite my outfit he
still expected me to ride pillion on his motor bike. No longer able to
spread my legs across the wide seat I had to sit side saddle and hold
tightly around Eric's waist staying safely on the bike.
At the salon, Eric introduced me as Stefanie. I was there for a full make-
over, whatever that was. Despite my mannish hair cut, no one seemed to see
anything out of place with me. Everything had been previously arranged so
I had no say in selecting what was to be done to me.
First I was told to strip and lay on a table. I'm not sure what I was more
embarrassed about; displaying the chastity belt or my naked boobs. There I
spent an agonizing two hours as strips of skin were covered in wax, only
for the wax to harden and be pulled off suddenly together with body hair.
After that I had a soothing lotion rubbed into my skin followed by a full
body massage.
Although it was all new to me I even found the rest of the treatment to be
enjoyable. It was nice being pampered. I underwent the full treatment.
Face peel, thinned eyebrows, fake lashes, etc. My lips were outlined in
ruby red and my new long lashes covered in mascara. Extensions were added
to my hair and the hair dyed into a platinum blond. Thinking everything
was done I was surprised to have two piercings made in each ear to
accommodate long dangling earrings. By now there was nothing left of my
features to remind me of who I truly am. Even my nails had acrylic
extensions making my fingers look long slender and oh so feminine. My hair
was straight and long, falling down well past my shoulders.
I thought it was all over, but the Eric said we had yet another
appointment. This was the hardest to accept. It was a tattoo parlor. Eric
insisted every self respecting girl had some tattoos these days so I could
be no different. I argued that it seemed so permanent for just one party
but he claimed that when necessary they could be easily removed. I had a
butterfly done on one breast followed by a hummingbird on the other. Then
I had to lay on my front as something was inked onto the small of my back.
I wasn't allowed to see what had been drawn there but it felt like text.
Before leaving the store I also had my navel pierced and a barbell
piercing inserted into my tongue. By the time it was all over I felt truly
humiliated. Horror of horrors, I even spoke now with a sexy girlish lisp.
"Now you truly look worthy of being my bitch," said Eric.
"Don't get carried away. I'm not your bitch, just your friend Steven
helping you out to attend a costume party."
"Well, for the next month you are my bitch and will practice your role to
perfection. Here, lift your head up, this will make it official."
As I did so he placed a silver collar around my neck and locked it into
place. It had an engraving on it in large script letters that I later
learned said, "Eric's Bitch."
How was I going to get through the nightmare of the next few weeks and
finally the party. Eric took us home and introduced me to my new living
quarters. I no longer had the spare bedroom but was pushed into a large
wire framed dog cage.
"Eric, this isn't fair. Why are you treating me like this? I've agreed to
everything thing you wanted."
"I want you to shut up!" he responded. With that he grabbed an o-ring gag
and strapped it into place in my mouth. What had I gotten myself into?
For the first week I was kept in the cage while he was out at work. Then
in the evenings I was brought out, fed from a dog bowl and expected to
learn doggy tricks like sit, beg and lie down. Any infraction or
disobedience was met with an electric shock from my collar. I soon became
very attentive to him and obeyed his orders immediately. The second week
things became a bit more relaxed but I was expected to provide doting
attendance on him, scurrying to meet his every wish. Apparently satisfying
his wishes, the shock was now only used as a last resort to gain my
attention. Instead, he installed a vibrating egg into my vagina and used
the remote on that to get my willing response. Yes, willing for I began to
crave the orgasms that it caused. Finally I graduated to going out in
public to do the grocery shopping. Then he started taking me out evenings
with his friends, usually to the local pub. I was required to exhibit
total submissive loving attention to him. I would stand happily as he
brazenly felt me up, butt and breast and yes crotch. Sometimes he even let
friends take a grope of me. No one seemed to recognize the old me. To all
intents and purposes I was now known a Eric's very attentive and obedient
bitch. Every time that we went out on his bike a D ring on the base of my
chastity belt was clipped to a hook built into the bike seat. I had
locking metal bracelets that, after placing my arms around him, he would
pin together. After only a few weeks I was well conditioned and used to
being his trained female pet. All of his friends seemed impressed with me
and told Eric this one's a keeper. I had almost forgotten that I had once
been Steve.
It was not long before he decided to completely test out the merchandise.
I had to learn how to suck his cock and lick his balls properly. Taught to
always swallow his cum I was required to make appreciative sounds as I did
so. Then he would unlock my vagina flap and fuck me. Now I knew what a
woman felt like when she was raped; only I was raped repeatedly. There was
no escape for me and any pleading for mercy led to being immediately
gagged. Fortunately Eric did not want to get me pregnant so he wore a
condom and had me taking the pill.
Finally the day of the party arrived. At last. I would be freed tomorrow!
I hastily put on the very sexy looking schoolgirl uniform. It consisted of
a black pleated leather skirt and a white satin blouse. Under that I wore
a platform bra but no panties. Eric said I didn't need them as I had the
chastity belt to protect me. I wore a garter belt and nylon stocking with
stiletto sandals strapped onto my feet. As told, I made myself up to look
tarty with red glossy lips and shiny long fingernails. I had slutty
looking eyes overdone in a smoky black mascara. My very long hair was
braided into two pigtails to which red satin bows were attached. I had
done well. He should be pleased with my efforts.
Giving me a studded leather jacket to put on, he said come here bitch and
get on the bike. We took off for the party with me locked in place on the
bike as usual.
The party was in a very big mansion set behind a perimeter wall with large
wrought iron gates. There were lots of people arriving. Everyone had to
display an invitation card to enter through the big double doors. We
walked into the throng of people, many of whom Eric seemed to know. As
usual I was introduced as his bitch Stefanie and not expected to talk
much. I was just there for him to fondle and grope me as he talked to his
buddies. They all seemed quite jealous of Eric. Their girls were
definitely not 'bitches' and they expected to be treated with respect. My
conditioned behavior did nothing to endear me to the other women so they
did their best to ignore me with upturned noses and horrified averted
glances.
An hour passed and everything seemed to be going well, except for that
infernal vibrator egg with which Eric loved to catch me unawares. I let
out many uncontrollable gasps of pleasure while we stood in groups of his
friends making small talk. The woman just looked at me with scorn. Soon I
thought, soon this will all be over and I can go home and become me again.
I was wrong. Apparently there was more to this party than met the eye.
Eric lead me downstairs into the basement which was done out like a BDSM
chamber equipped with many strange looking devices. Eric handed me over to
the dungeon master who took me over to a restraining device with a large
erect phallus. I was made to kneel over it and, after taking out the egg
vibrator, made to fully impale myself on it. It was so large and long it
took a while for me to encompass the whole thing. My neck was then trapped
in a stock and a large ring gag positioned in my mouth. My eyes were
blindfolded and my hands tied behind me. The ring gag was very large,
large enough to accommodate a penis.
Eric came over to me and said, "You are part of tonight's free
entertainment. Anyone wants a blow job you give it to them. Make sure you
please them. I'm going to start you off."
With that he pushed a button that started the phallus pulsing in my
vagina. I could not resist the rhythm of its pulses and was soon having
multiple orgasms. While this was going on I felt Eric's penis enter my
mouth. Knowing I had to please him I sucked as best I could while in the
throes of orgasm. Eventually he came and I manage to swallow his cum. But
after withdrawing his cock, the phallus did not let up. Pinioned in place
all I could do was submit to wave after wave of pleasure as other men used
my mouth to please them. Finally exhausted I passed out unconscious to the
world.
I awoke to a splash of water on my face and being pulled up off of the
brutal phallus. My vagina was so very sore and numb from the continuous
vibrations that it had endured. It was Eric. He seemed very pleased with
me. "Come on cunt, party's over and it's time to go home."
Back at home I awoke curled up and stiff from being locked in the dog
cage. I could do nothing about it until Eric decided to let me out.
As soon as I saw him I commanded, "Let me out Eric. It's time to set me
free."
He looked at me in surprise and said, "How dare you talk like that to me
bitch. I see that I'm going to have to punish you again."
"Come on," I replied thinking he was joking. "I've kept my promise to you.
My time as Stefanie is over."
"Well you might think so," he said with a smile. "But I've been thinking.
My friends are right about you. You're definitely a keeper. Where else
would I find such a well conditioned bitch such as you. No I've put too
much effort into training you to let you go. You are truly suited to the
role of being my bitch."
"No, no," I desperately pleaded but his mind was set.
It was useless to fight it. After months of training I had no free will of
my own. My body automatically responded to even the slightest command from
Eric. I truly became his very obedient and loving bitch. Was I ever going
to escape this life? Did I really want to?
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