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CHAPTER THIRTEEN Broken Morning came sooner than Eric cared for as he rolled around awkwardly in the makeshift bed on the floor of the bedroom. Above, sprawled across the queen sized bed, slept Julia, comfortable and peaceful without him. It was still early, the sun was slowly brightening against the closed window shades leaving the room cloaked in dim light and shadows as another day began. Eric woke disoriented at first, foggy, crawling out of some bizarre nightmare, trying to hold on to the disturbing images long enough to make sense of them - sexy, leather clad women with long, vicious claws on their hands instead of nails, even stranger, if he was remembering correctly, they bore black wings which covered their backs too. He felt a cold chill thinking about them, fleeting gasps of seduction with whips, claws, and beating wings like mythological creatures tearing at him through the darkness. Furies? Is that what they were? Phantoms from the mythology class he took the semester before meeting Julia? He shuddered. Yesterday, the evening with Julia and Samantha had been too much for him. His world had collapsed, his very sense of self punished, shattered. That was the nightmare. The Furies. Punishment spirits, goddesses from mythology. Julia, Samantha, even his own sister had forced him to confront what he had become - a weak-kneed, submissive male. He took a deep breath and shuttered, trying to dispel the chill from the nightmare that still clung to his mind, then stretched out on top of the comforter, the 'mattress' of his makeshift bed, trying to calm down and relax. It proved difficult. The day before, dinner with Samantha, the evening after with Julia, had been the worst day of his life. It was hard to get it out of his mind. "You sleep there from now on," Julia had said last night as they were retiring, pointing to the floor next to the bed. She grabbed the comforter and a blanket and threw them at the floor, his pillow followed. "You're not worthy to sleep next to me anymore," Julia had said. "No couch for you either. That's your place to sleep from now on," she had insisted, jerking a finger towards the floor again. "I don't want to hear any complaints." It had taken hours before sleep had finally embraced him at the foot of what was now Julia's bed, memories from the day churning away, clawing at him while Julia slept comfortably above. Given how he felt, it was fairly certain the nightmare had tormented him most the night. Eric stayed there, on the floor, for several more minutes, feeling sorry for himself, lamenting what he had become. Eventually, with great effort, he pushed up to a sitting position and rubbed at his face to wake for another day. Pulling his hands away, a deep grimace formed from seeing the nail polish still adorning his nails from last night. He held them close to his face, looking at them. His cock twitched. It felt so damn girly to wake up with painted nails. Julia hadn't allow him to remove it, claiming the application was poorly done and that he needed to wear it as a reminder to do better. He shook his head in frustration and pushed off the floor, hoping to forget about his girly fingers for awhile. He wandered towards the hallway but before leaving the room, he turned back to look at Julia. She was comfortably and contentedly resting in the middle of their one-time marital bed. He used to love sharing it with her, back when things were still normal between them. The faintest of smiles graced his lips. It was pleasant to remember. He rested his back against the doorframe to watch her sleep for a bit longer. She was so beautiful. She teased him even when asleep, deep cleavage spilling out of her black nightie as she lay on her side, a tempting display of raw femininity. He would have given anything to touch her just then. Beautiful, sensual, dominant Julia. His knees felt weak just looking at her in the dim light. His cock stiffened. He was addicted to her, enmeshed with her. She could do almost anything to him, treat him as badly as she wanted and he would likely come back for more. The realization made his cock stiffen even harder. He slid his hand downwards, under the waistband, grabbing himself, squeezing. The pleasing ache made him gasp, making him squeeze again, harder, longer. He should have left the room when he had the chance. Julia stirred slightly, waking to the sounds of soft moans escaping Eric's lips. She gently parted her eyes, opening them into small slits, just enough to see him standing at the doorway to the bedroom ogling her, leaning against the doorframe while stroking himself! Anger and outrage quickly peaked, boiling over. She suddenly sat bolt upright, startling him. Eric froze, eyes wide-open in shock and surprise, his hand still shoved into his pajama bottoms. "Care to explain yourself?" Julia asked acidly, staring at him with a cruel, twisted sneer. He started to stammer. "I... I... just-" "You just what, Eric?!" He mumbled something incoherently, averting his eyes then slowly withdrew his hand from the pajamas, hoping that somehow Julia would miss the erection tenting them outward. "Didn't I tell you not to play with yourself unless I gave you permission?" Julia asked. "I... I... thought that was for the shower, a shower rule?" he said unconvincingly, like something a child might say. Julia smiled wickedly as she got out of bed and walked over, his cock rock hard as he watched the sway of her body approaching in the brief nighty that hugged every sweet, delicious curve. "You're lying to me now," she whispered, sending a chill up Eric's spine. "I made it very clear. You don't touch yourself unless I give you permission and I sure as hell didn't give you permission while I was asleep!" Eric shook his head, conceding the point. She leaned in, locking eyes with him. "Looks like you've earned another punishment," Julia whispered, the word exciting her every bit as much as it did the first time she had said it to him. She grabbed the waist of his pajamas suddenly and yanked them down over the erection trying to hide there, her expression changing to one of revulsion as she stared at it. "How about we get you some genital piercings to help you control that thing?" Eric swallowed hard, gritting his teeth, afraid to respond. "I'll have to think about it," she mused, releasing the pajamas, the waistband snapping back, below his jutting cock, leaving it exposed. "Please no," he managed to plead. "I'm so, so sorry. It won't happen again," he assured her. "No, it won't," she said definitively, her eyes hard like ice. Eric shuttered, quickly pulling the pajamas over his member to hide it again. Julia shrugged. "We'll see," she said flippantly. "Don't worry too much. You'll know soon enough. Now, go get my shower ready," she said with a wave of her hand. Eric ran off to the bathroom to prepare the shower, properly mixing the water to a pleasing temperature and putting everything out she would need. She seemed to be taking longer than usual, still rummaging through her closet, picking out clothes for the day, humming lightly to herself in a pleasing way. A bit bored, waiting to play the part of her shower maid, he decided to wander away from the bathroom. He stepped out onto the balcony to take in some early morning air, careful to hide his nails behind him to keep them out of public view. He certainly didn't want people to see what Julia was doing to him. It was a cool and invigorating morning, pleasant, despite having to hide his pretty hands. He tried to smile and forget about the troubling events the day had already brought and those of last night until he caught sight of something that shook him inside. His smile immediately faded. Across the courtyard, belly down among a dozen or more beer bottles, was his neighbor John. The man was a repulsive sight, half dressed, his portly belly squirming about on the concrete patio, apparently so drunk that he had fallen off his lounger, leaving it abandoned, laying on it's side behind him. It looked like he might have been there all night, slumbering on in some drunken stupor. Disgusted, Eric backed away from the balcony and went back into the apartment, sickened and disturbed by the sight. He leaned over the dinning room table feeling slightly ill and couldn't help but wonder, without Julia, was that his fate too? Without purpose, feeling hopeless, drinking to numb the pain? Wasn't that the path he was on before Julia took control? He didn't think he was really that far behind his neighbor and after everything he learned last night, how women seemed to be taking over, wasn't it reasonable to think maybe a lot of men were in similar situations? Maybe more men were struggling than anyone knew or cared to admit. "I'm ready for my shower," Julia declared walking towards the bathroom. Eric took a deep breath, stood, and steadied himself. That wasn't going to happen to him, he resolved. For now, it seemed clear he needed to stay with Julia. It was the best way to make sure he didn't end up like John. If that meant accepting being 'female led' then so be it, at least until he could find a better way. "Eric?!" He hurried over to the bathroom to find her standing there with an impatient expression, perturbed that he had kept her waiting. "Sorry," he said. She raised her arms in a cute little stretch, every curve beckoning to him as he lifted her nightgown away leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of black bikini panties. They barely covered her mons. She quickly pushed them down, deftly stepping out of them as they hit the floor, then stepped into the shower, immediately turning under the water, luxuriating in it, as it poured over her body. After folding her nightie and panties, Eric stripped and followed. There wasn't much room in the shower with both of them there, only a couple feet or so separated them. Julia swayed under the water, eyes closed, with her back to the shower head, soaking her long hair, with wet, glistening breasts bobbing and swaying so seductively before Eric he ached to touch them. He backed away instead. It was an impossible desire to satisfy, even a brush of her loveliness unbidden could be punished and he already feared what she might have in store for him. "Shampoo," Julia directed, flipping around in the small space, the water now splashing on her chest and breasts as she leaned back slightly. Eric quickly grabbed the bottle of herbal scented shampoo, squeezed out an ample amount, and began to work it into her hair. There was something mesmerizing about providing simple service to her, almost trance inducing, every inch of her so deeply feminine the smallest touch felt deeply sensual. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he gently massaged her scalp, running his fingers through her glorious mane as he spread the shampoo, his excitement growing from the closeness, from being allowed to touch her or just maybe from being ordered to serve such a beautiful, dominant woman. "We need to do something about your nasty cock," Julia suddenly proclaimed. "What?!" "I said, we need to do something about your nasty cock!" Julia spun around suddenly and grabbed Eric by the balls and began squeezing, moving forward, pinning him into the back wall of the shower. "I'm sick of you pointing that thing at me all the time without permission." "I... I... I'm sorry. I... I can't help it... I'm only-" "Only a man? Is that it?! Is that your pathetic excuse?!" she shouted over the drone of the shower. Eric only nodded, afraid any words would further enrage her. "Do you think womyn want hard cocks pointed at them all the time?" Julia asked, tightening her grip on his balls, squeezing hard enough to make him wince. "A womon can feel threatened by that! Unsolicited sexual attention! It's practically a form of sexual assault!" Eric was shocked at the accusation. He wasn't sure what to think. It seemed normal, human. But, had that changed? Was it now considered vulgar to ever have an erection around a woman? "You were going to get your jollies this morning while I slept weren't you?!" she asked, pressing her nails into him, inching her face menacingly closer. He froze, afraid to do anything that might inflame her further. "Then you lied to me about it, didn't you?" Her eyes were locked on him, demanding an answer as the water splashed about them in the small space. Numbly, subtly, he nodded, admitting to the offense. Julia appeared genuinely outraged, tightening her grip further, the pain increasing as long nails began biting into his sack, his nuts screaming for release! But, instead of busting his balls, she simply let go. A perverse expression of satisfaction spread over her to replace the fury. The sudden shift was chilling. Something told him that she had decided on his punishment and from the look of her it was something to worry about. "Finish my hair," she said, breaking the moment. He hurriedly did as commanded, hoping to mollify her, wanting to change whatever it was she had decided. As he got to the end of her hair, she flipped back around and rinsed, eyes tightly shut against the water, while Eric took the opportunity to stare again at the breasts dancing so tantalizingly close. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" Immediately he averted his gaze to look her in the face instead. Julia reached forward and pressed one of her nails into his lips. "Cat got your tongue," she hissed, scratching it downward, leaving a small scrape. "Afraid of what I'm going to do to you?" Her eyes possessed him, fear and excitement mixing to make his heart race. She arched her breasts forward and shook them, teasing him. Eric grew rigid. She shook her head and chuckled. "If you only knew," she said ominously. "Wait till you see the things I'm going to do to you." She chuckled softly again, wondering how he would feel once his own boobs started bouncing about in the shower. But, that would take some time, punishments came first and what she had decided on would really test his limits. Eric was concerned, even a little frightened, but having Julia nude and wet before him, moving about under the water, displaying herself so openly and provocatively, was too much to ignore. Julia glanced at his cock contemptuously, then, surprisingly, began to run her nail along the its underside, teasing it, watching Eric's face as the pleasure built, his legs trembling as she approached the head. He was on the edge, a moment of ecstasy mere moments away and she stopped, leaving him poised so close to release it began to ache. "If you cum right now I'm going to have them pierce you with something so big you'll never have a normal cum ever again," she declared. Eric winced, letting his back hit the wall and slid down a few inches in utter frustration, terrified to even touch himself lest he explode all over her. Julia smiled watching him struggle to contain himself, certain that he'd get a good case of blue balls, deserved because of his reprehensible ogling. "Told you I was sick of you pointing that thing at me all the time," she said. Eric simply nodded as his balls began to ache. "Conditioner," Julia commanded, presenting her hair to him again. Trying to recover, he grabbed the conditioner and began applying it to her hair, smoothing it in, then carefully combing it through, trying to make certain every strand was cared for, pressing it into a ponytail shape when done. "Keep your cock under control," Julia warned as she handed him a bath sponge. He began soaping her up with the sponge, trying to maintain his composure as the sponge passed over smooth, soft skin. Every inch of her was stimulating, intoxicating, from the delicate sweep of her neck and shoulders down to the sweetness of her tender ankles and feet. She presented herself brazenly too, moving freely under the water, hiding nothing, while he gently scrubbed away with the sponge. He struggled to focus despite the effect her body had on him but his cock was harder than ever. It was so frustrating and embarrassing. He felt so weak. She was teasing him intentionally, he decided, the smirk on her face made it clear. She knew what she was doing to him, just more of her games for control. His cock was little more than a puppet with her as the puppet master, she pulled the strings, painfully teasing him, then threatened punishments for what her body did to him. It was nothing short of cruelty. "Soap up my breasts now, Eric," she sneered sweetly, glancing at his hard cock with contempt, yet enjoying the pain it was causing him. She stretched seductively, arms above her head, then brought them back down to her sides and leaned forward, dangling her boobs outward in the constricted space between them. "Soap," she reminded him. Tentatively, he reached out with the sponge and gently stoked it down against her breasts, watching them move and sway under the slight pressure, the nipples seeming to get harder by the moment. He found himself utterly enthralled by her feminine treasures and couldn't help but wonder if she enjoyed having them, the sensations they gave her, the power they gave her over men. "Like 'em?" she asked. He nodded as he swiped the sponge down them again, watching them dance in response, soft yet firm, perky yet dangly, they were near perfection. He continued like that, working the sponge against her chest and breasts, pressing on them, watching them move, watching the suds run down the soft slopes to fall away to tub below. He continued, trance like, until Julia stopped him. "Enough," Julia spat, grabbing his hand by the wrist, "They're clean." He dropped his arm as she released him, still staring at her breasts, obsessed with her, desiring so much more, his cock so rigid it hurt. "Move on," she said with a devilish look as she spread her thighs open. He felt a slight tingle run up his back looking at the smoothness of her thighs and the gap between them, every womanly curve inciting lust and desire as the water droned on, spraying around them. Catching his breath, he reached for the soap. Julia slapped at his hand then pushed him down by the shoulders to a kneeling position. "I want your face in there first, before she gets scrubbed... while she still stinks." Eric's sex soaked brain was delighted, his nostrils flared as he drank in her distinctive scent, one locked into his brain forever thanks to all of Julia's cruel games. "Tongue. Start cleaning, Eric. Make yourself useful." He crawled forward while water ran down her back, around the curve of her ass, and down her legs to the floor of the shower. His nostrils flared again as he reached her, drinking in her odor, excited at what was coming, by what she was making him do. After last night, he felt more conflicted and confused than ever. He wanted Julia desperately, in any way she demanded it, but was disgusted at what he had become. Gently, with some hesitation, he pressed his nose against her womanhood, the conflict growing inside as he submitted to her on his knees once again, the part of him that wanted to resist, after everything he had been through, was dying. At that moment, worshiping Julia's sweet pussy was everything. His pulse quickened as he pushed his nose into her as deeply as possible. "That's it. Keep going. Get busy," she said. Eric shuttered, trying to release his guilt and shame. "Let go," he whispered to himself, the sound of the shower drowning out his words. "I... submit to you," he whispered into her pussy then quickly, with abandon, plunged his tongue into her. It was thrilling to lose himself, to yield. Julia had used sex to change him, to alter his mind but he didn't care anymore. He was an addict - she was his drug. He let Julia turn him into a pathetic, submissive, tattooed, pervert but he didn't care! He deserved what was happening to him, belonged on his knees, cleaning out her reeking pussy! He picked up the pace, allowing lust and submission to fuse into need and avarice, completely losing himself to her glorious sex. "That's it - yes," Julia said breathlessly, her panting getting quicker to match Eric's passionate assault. They slid backwards, her shoulders stopping at the wall, her head under the shower nozzle, as he leaned into her, his tongue driving ever deeper as he struggled to hold onto her slippery body, water now pelting over his kneeling form. Julia suddenly grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked his head forcefully into her, riding his face like a saddle, her moaning getting louder, her orgasm building, water splashing over both of them as she forced him deeper and deeper into her. They stayed like that for some time, fused together, writhing in passion with Eric's addiction and submission growing more powerful by the moment. When her orgasm finally came, she squeezed her legs around Eric's head like a vise and screamed as wave after wave of pleasure convulsed through her, riding him, half suffocating him while her sweet nectar flowed into his mouth. Water sprayed over them afterwards, Julia leaned against the wall with Eric still on his knees, both of them breathing hard as they recovered. For Julia, it had been one of the most powerful orgasms ever. "I think you actually liked that," she stated accusingly, between breaths, searching his face for the truth. "You like licking pussy now, don't you?" He dropped his head and stared at the shower floor, glancing at her pretty feet, while water drizzled down his face and hair, afraid to admit the truth, fearful at what it might mean. He not only liked it, he loved it, even craved it. "You've changed," she accused. "I think you're finally beginning to accept what you truly are. My submissive, little homemaker. My man- wife. Care to deny it?" Julia asked, smirking in triumph. Eric kept his eyes down, face stinging from the shame, only willing to look at her feet. "Then again, I seem to recall you reacted strongly to something else I called you before. Maybe you'd like that better? I think a lot of true submissives like you prefer it. Remember? Slave." Eric cringed at the word, his heart started to pound. Julia's property? Her slave?! Did she mean it? Why did he find it so darkly erotic? His distress and excitement wasn't lost on Julia. She decided to try pushing it even further. "Then again, you looked so pretty last night in your little apron and with your pretty nails... maybe slave girl is better. You like that?" He said nothing while his cock strained forward, his increasingly twisted mind even more excited. What had she done to him!? Julia chuckled, maybe last night had a more pronounced effect on him than she realized, it was something to consider and work with. "I'll rinse myself today. Get my towels ready... slave girl. And don't you dare touch my cock with your pretty little girly fingers, you still need to be punished for this morning!" He scampered to his feet and left the shower while Julia finished and rinsed off. When she exited he gently patted her dry then began nourishing her skin with moisturizing lotions, rubbing them in lovingly with care and attention while she watched him, trying to do it as dispassionately as possible while she grimaced at the hard cock bobbing about her. "When we're done here I want you to take a cold shower. I'm sick of watching that thing point at me. Don't you dare stroke it off either. If you can't control that thing... I will," she warned. Eric pursed his lips in frustration and nodded. "I'm beginning to think a cock cage is exactly what you need," she said under her breath. He kept working, his cock frustratingly getting all the harder with each pass of cool lotion onto her naked, soft, hairless skin. Rubbing lotion onto her breasts and thighs had practically been a form of torture. When the moisturizing was finished, he gently wrapped a towel about her, then added a smaller one around her hair. Julia flashed him a quick smile then reached into the shower and cranked on the cold water. "Once you're done cooling off... I'll have an omelet this morning," she said, before walking away towards the door. "And we need to talk today, about the future," she added over her shoulder, leaving the bathroom. Dejected, Eric stepped into the far side of the shower stall, away from the water. Even the spray was giving him a chill. He wrapped one hand around his hard cock and squeezed slightly, enjoying the pressure, then looked down to see his own girly looking hand and nails staring back. It felt so disconcerting but he had to remind himself that Julia didn't see him as a normal man anymore. If she wanted nail polish and a soft cock on him then so be it. He jumped into the cold water, quickly adjusting the temperature enough to keep from totally freezing, then stood there while the chill settled in. He stared at his presumptuous, wanting, troublesome cock jutting out so defiantly wishing he could better control the damn thing. He clenched his fists in frustration and mouthed a silent wail at his manhood. He had to wonder if life would have actually been better with a pussy. If women were taking over, what was the point of being a man anymore? It don't take long before he started getting really cold. Standing there, shivering, moaning in frustration, his cock finally began to soften. Anticipation and desire sagged as the cold settled in leaving little more than a dull ache behind. He stood there, miserable, thinking about yesterday, about all the things Julia and Samantha had said. Maybe it was all true, he lamented. Looking at the the world it did make some sense. Maybe men really were obsolete in the modern world. Women did seem to be taking over and with them earning the majority of college degrees wasn't it only a matter of time before they would? Wasn't it inevitable? Maybe this really was the beginning of a world wide matriarchy, the early stages of what would eventually be a total shift of power leaving women mostly in control with men serving as their chattel. His whole body quaked at the thought standing there in the near freezing water but, at least, finally, he was soft. Jumping out of the shower, shivering, he hastily dried off, then drew a robe on and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. He needed to hurry. Making Julia's breakfast every morning was just one of his many homemaker duties, one Julia frequently found disappointment in but something he knew he could improve on with effort. He grabbed eggs and a skillet and sighed. It was something else to work on to please her. Shortly after finishing Julia's omelette, as he was adding a tiny sprig of parsley as garnish, Julia walked into the dinning room and sat down. She had a sexy-librarian look to her today, Eric thought, crisp and professional with a little less skin showing but with stylish clothes that tugged every curve. She glanced towards Eric disapprovingly, the look alone enough to make his heart skip a beat. The meal should have been on the table the moment she sat down, keeping her waiting was unacceptable. Immediately, he hurried her plate over and placed it before her, juice and coffee quickly followed after another run to the kitchen. Eric stood there, waiting to see if she needed anything else. She took a small bite of the omelette and curled the corner of her lip in disdain, another bite followed with a look of indifference. "Kneel," she commanded casually. Eric's eyes went wide as he quickly got to the floor. "I'm sorry, did I undercook it? Last time I overcooked-" Julia held her palm out towards him, silencing his excuses. "I'm not interested in discussing your... barely adequate cooking skills," she said. "We have more important things to talk about," she added, taking another small bite of the omelet. On his knees, Eric couldn't help but admire the austere yet sexy pumps adorning her lovely feet, tall, dark grey, pointed toed, three inch stilettos with faux laces on a full coverage front but with open side panels revealing her lovely feet within while thin buckle straps wrapped about each ankle to hold them on. There was something almost old-world, poetic about them that made him fantasize about authoritarian ladies from another era. Her trim legs looked unbelievably sexy in them as they disappeared into a just over the knee, grey pencil skirt above. A lacy white blouse completed the outfit, thin enough to see hints of a white bra beneath. His cock began to twitch to life again until he saw a disturbing sternness in her eyes that suddenly overshadowed the rest of her. She locked eyes with him. "First thing to discuss is your punishment for using me this morning as some... object to jerk off to! His excitement began to fade as worry and fear replaced it. "I... I know... it was wrong. I'm sorry... please... it was a moment of weakness. You're just so beautiful. I... I promise you it won't ever happen again. Never," he said as his palms began to sweat. A sadistic smile crossed Julia's lips. Watching Eric beg, knowing how much power she wielded over the worm was exciting beyond measure. It inspired her to higher levels of cruelty. "It's not like I haven't warned you, Eric," she said. "Like I told you this morning, it won't happen again," she said menacingly. "I'm going to make sure it doesn't." Eric rocked back on his feet as a chill ran through him, like ice water was suddenly flowing through his veins. "Do you know what a key holder is, Eric?" she asked calmly. "I'm... not... sure," he replied with a soft quaver. "Oh, come on, guess," she said playfully. "I... don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Guess!" she insisted. "You're... considering a... cock cage?" he asked worriedly. "Oh no," she started, "Not considering. I've already decided to cage your puny cock," she said. "And, of course, I'm going to be holding the key, I'll be your key holder." Eric's mouth fell open, dazed. Julia smiled at his distress. "No, simple, plastic, off-the-shelf, chastity device for you either. Nothing you can cut off or break open easily. I'm going to have one custom made so it's escape proof, probably stainless steel. Once it's on, you'll need the key to take it off," she said, staring at him until the distress in his face told her the reality of it had sunk it. "No more jerking off for you. You won't get to cum anymore, not unless I decide to let you." He struggled with the news, his face scrunched up and twisting, looking like he might start crying. "So, I'd have to wear it... every night?" Eric asked. "Noooo," she said a bit surprised at the question. "All the time, Eric. Twenty-four seven. You stay locked up until I decide otherwise. You'll only get to cum when I think you've earned one. Eric's eyes went wide. The thought that she would actually lock up his cock, take control of it, be his key holder, somehow made her control over him more complete than he thought possible. It was deeply worrisome but also, surprisingly, exciting. Somehow it stirred the dark, twisted libido she had nurtured in him, her power over him somehow exciting his betraying cock. "I don't expect any problems from you on this. Or should I?" she asked. Eric dropped his eyes back to her lovely pumps and shook his head. "No. No problems," he said sounding defeated, fixating on her lovely footwear. "I... I've been thinking... about yesterday... about everything we talked about, all the things you and... Samantha said." He kept staring at her pumps, looking glassy eyed. "The easy thing would to be to deny everything, reject it out of hand, but... the more I thought about it... the more I realized... things are different, the world I mean. Like... all the things I grew up with... don't seem to make sense anymore. I need to... change... adapt... whatever... I have to figure out how to fit in." "Meaning?" Julia asked. He shrugged looking miserable, his chin began to tremble. "I think we lost... men lost," he said. "We really did, the war of the sexes, whatever it was called," he said, scrunching his lips together like the words had soured in his mouth. "I don't have to like it... but... I think... I need to accept it... and what it means. If men lost... then women won." Julia smiled, her lips curling into something cruel and scornful as she listened to him talk, his words sounding like surrender. Everything she wanted seemed to be coming together. Looking trance like, he continued. "Once I accepted that, it explained a lot to me. It did. Like why I lost my job to a woman and why I was having a hard time finding another one." He shrugged again. "Maybe it is evolution - women taking over, college degrees, jobs, marriages... everything." Julia nodded with satisfaction. He shook his head, wishing he could deny what he knew and return to the comfortable ignorance he had lived in for so long but it wasn't possible any longer. "I need to... let go... of so much and hope for the best. What do they say? No regrets?" She watched him struggling with every word, delighted by how deeply fractured he was. He sat back on his heels and looked up to her, daring to look her in the eyes, his wounded gaze almost haunting. "Yesterday, I agreed. Just yesterday... I agreed to... listen to you... to follow... to o..." The word stuck in his throat as his face twisted. Julia's eyes narrowed on him, clearly unsatisfied. "Obey!" he spat out suddenly. "I agreed to obey you." Julia nodded and smiled with grim satisfaction. "Yes. You did," she replied. "I want to be with you. I want you happy, I do. I mean that. I'm going to try my hardest to make this work. To listen. To... obey... even when I don't want to. You're the boss. I... I need to accept that," he said. "Only a foolish person denies reality, right?" Julia continued nodding while she examined the pathetic man kneeling to her. "I'm glad you're finally seeing the truth, glad you're finally trying to find your true place. Don't expect it to be easy though. I'm going to break you, completely." Eric nodded and returned his gaze to her feet. "I think I'm ready... now," he said. "Good! Because there's going to be a real moment of decision for you to prove it. I told you before I wouldn't force you to do anything. So you see, little wife, when your cock cage arrives, I'm not going to be the one to shove you into it and slam the lock shut - you are." An evil grin lit up her face. "You're going to be the one that'll be trapping your own cock inside and closing the lock knowing that I might not release you for days, weeks, maybe even months. You're going to put yourself into chastity." Tears were in his eyes now, making them glisten. "If that's what you truly want... then yes... okay. I can do that. And I won't make any problems. I'll do it. For as long as you want me to." "Even if I keep you in it for months at a time?" "If that's what you truly want," he said, nodding. "What if I decide not to let you out for six months at a time?" He cringed slightly at the suggestion, the idea clearly distressing. "I would... hope you didn't but... if you really wanted to punish me like that... I'd have to... accept it." Julia sneered at Eric with loathing, suddenly filled with contempt for him. How could she have ever loved such a pathetic man? She wanted to punish him for being weak alone, watch him struggle for being so pathetic. Toying with him was going to be such fun. "What if I teased you mercilessly, everyday made your cock scream for release from it's cage while I show you what you can't have, deny you release, day after day, laughing at your imprisoned, bent cock? He squirmed on his knees with trembling hands as fear and anxiety ate away at him. The idea of being teased while his cock was locked up, trapped and bent over in a chastity device was too much to deal with. "Well?!" Julia demanded an answer. "If... that's what you truly want," he finally said in a whisper. "Good," she said, smiling with smug satisfaction. He had to be ready, she decided. Her pussy began to ache at the thought of having a committed submissive male at her disposal, the things she might do to him, the scores she might settle, the ideas were so deviant and delicious. She was really going to do it, take a man and erase his masculinity bit by bit, feminize him. It was time. "Now that we have a plan for keeping your cock under control, there's something else I wanted to discuss," Julia said. "Something critical to our future together." Eric simply nodded, giving her his full attention, still kneeling as he had not been given permission to move. "What if I told you... I'm thinking of easing up on you a little bit?" she asked. "Allowing you more freedom?" Eric looked surprised, his eyes opening up expectantly like she had handed him a present. "Well, I am," she said. "I'm even considering letting you have the things I took away from you. Would you like that?" Eric nodded cautiously, wondering if she was just toying with him. "Of course, it assumes you've really, truly changed," she said, the words measured, her tone sounding a bit more ominous. "It assumes you'll truly do what I want, that you'll do what I tell you, that you'll accept your place and be a good little submissive male." Eric shrank down as her eyes drilled into him with resolute confidence and authority. "You think you can do that?" His face took on the look of anguish suddenly as he fought back tears. "I have... I've changed," he assured her. Julia's eyes narrowed with skepticism. "Really," he said, quickly swiping a tear away as he relived the shame. "Ever since the day... you found out how much I'd been playing on the computer while you were working... all the lies I'd been telling you." She looked at him suspiciously. "I don't know, Eric. Seems to me, you've been fighting me all along," she said. "I want to trust you and move forward. I have very big plans. But I need to believe you're ready for change." He shrugged and pouted, considering what he wanted to say without upsetting her. "It's a lot to take on. A man spends his entire life thinking a certain way, it's... just hard to change is all. I mean... life was supposed to be a certain way and now everything is totally upside down for me. Part of me can't help wishing things were different... like they used to be." "Doesn't sound like somebody who's changed," she said with bitterness. He shook his head. "No. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain why it seems like I've been fighting. I mean, maybe I did but I don't think so, not really. I... I've been fighting myself more than anything. I... can't... help that entirely. But, I've been losing, the whole time." He dared to look her in the eyes. "I think... deep inside... I want this, want us... however you want us." "You sure about that?" Eric nodded. Julia's eyes narrowed. "I've told you before, I'm going to change you. I'm going to be cruel to you. You sure you're ready for that?" He dropped his eyes back to her feet and nodded. "You ready for any punishments I'll impose?" He nodded again, keeping his eyes down. She stood up, towering over his kneeling form then slowly walked around him, appraising him. "What if I want to have you tattooed again? Maybe have you pierced?" she asked while continuing to walk around him. "You ready for that?" Eric winced, wondering what dark, twisted path he was on, fearing it but excited by it too. "I would beg you not to... but..." He stopped mid-sentence, unable to finish, then nodded hesitantly, agreeing to it. Julia stood behind him, biting her lip in anticipation, wondering what she wanted his next tattoo to be and where she wanted to put it. How bad did she want to permanently humiliate him? Those were questions that would have to wait though. Right now, he needed to be prepared for something even more extreme. "What if I wanted to mod your body in other ways," she asked, slowly walking around again, stopping directly in front of him. She lifted his chin upwards, forcing him to look into her eyes. He trembled slightly. "You do want to be a better wife to me don't you? A better mother to our daughters?" she asked him. He opened his mouth unsure of what to say then simply nodded as best he could while she held him. "It really is time for womyn to take control," she said, grasping his chin a bit firmer. "Men are essentially obsolete," she told him. "Don't be a relic, Eric. Embrace the future." Eric nodded again, mesmerized by the power and sexuality Julia held over him. "What are you?" she asked, staring into his eyes, seeing both fear and desire reflected there as he considered the answer. "Wife and homemaker," he replied. "What else?" she demanded. He looked confused for a moment, then took an uneven, nervous breath. "Mother," he said, knowing what she wanted to hear. Julia smiled back at him approvingly, reveling in the victory of his compliance and surrender. "So, I'll ask you again and I expect to hear you answer, do want to be a better wife to me, a better homemaker, and a better mother to our daughters?" Eric considered it for a moment, concerned that he was going to regret wherever she was taking them. Still, there seemed to be only one answer he could give. "Yes," he said softly, nodding in agreement. "I do. I want to be a better partner for you - homemaker, wife, even... mother. If that's what you want, then that's what I want." "Good," she said cheerfully, her smile changing to something more smug and haughty. She sat back down at the table, relaxing. "You'll be happy to know then, that the medical group I mentioned before can help you realize those goals." "What?" Eric's heart rate spiked, more from fear than excitement. He knew he was in trouble. But was it even possible to stop Julia any longer? "Well, since you failed as a man and provider I had to give up my dream of staying with our daughters," she said with measured words and a quiet indignation. "I can't be a stay-at-home mom. I don't get to nourish our daughters or bond with them like I wanted. You denied our daughters a natural and loving bond. They don't get to suckle at their mother's breast because of your lies and laziness. Your actions practically condemned them to bottle feedings." "I... I am so sorry," he said sincerely. Julia's expression changed to something smug and cruel as she stared at him. "It's okay, Eric. Because you're going to make up for it," she said firmly. "Personally." "I... I don't understand," he said. "Well, that's where the medial group fits in," she replied calmly. Eric grimaced with confusion and fear. "They're going to make it possible for you to be a proper wife and mother." "W... what? How?" he asked, perplexed. "Their going to make you lactate, Eric," she said matter-of-factly. His eyes had a vacant, distant look at first while he tried to make sense of Julia's words. Then suddenly, his face wrenched into disbelief as denial and panic began setting in. "It's only fair," she said, sincerely. "Since I have to work and can't breastfeed our daughters properly the responsibility falls to you. You've agreed to be homemaker, wife, and mother. It only makes sense. Besides that, you're the one who caused the problem to begin with. You need to fix it." "B... But, I can't! I don't... I don't have tits!" he blurted in panic. "You can be upgraded," she said calmly. Eric shook his head rapidly back and forth, mumbling and stammering incoherently, befuddled and flustered. She watched him for a few moments before deciding to put a quick and decisive end to it. "Stop it!" Julia yelled, slapping her hand on the table. "Get ahold of yourself!" she demanded, watching him as his lip quivered. "Crawl over here and kiss my feet!" she commanded. Trembling, quietly, he crawled forward, obeying and pressed his lips to her shoes, placing small kisses on the laces of each. "I thought you said you've changed, Eric!" she said pointedly. "That you wanted to figure out how to fit in. Well, this is it! This is your answer! This is how you fit in!" "But, female hormones? I don't-" "No! They use cutting edge technology, very high-tech. But what does it matter? Even if they were using female hormones, so long as medical professionals were involved to properly monitor them, they could only be beneficial. The less masculinity in you the better as far as I'm concerned." "But-" "But nothing!" she said. "You were right about one thing - the world is different. People have evolved past whatever narrow minded ideas of maleness and gender you have," she insisted. "So what if you slide more towards the feminine? So what if you leave some of your maleness behind? If you end up with tiny, little boobies it'll be an improvement. What does it matter?" Eric said nothing, not wanting to anger her further. "You should be thrilled at the bond you'll be able to have with our daughters, that should be enough! And you'd be pleasing me! Those are what you should focus on! That's what's important!" Eric pressed his lips to Julia's shoes again and kissed them, fighting back tears, trying to hide his face, not wanting her to see how broken he was, so confused he couldn't think straight anymore. He might not be able to go through with whatever she had planned but fighting with her seemed pointless. He needed time to think but even with his face buried in her feet he could sense she was staring at him, expecting a response. "You're the boss," he said simply, struggling to keep his voice from wavering. "If you want me to have... make it so I can... for our daughters... I..." He struggled inside, wishing desperately for something stronger to assert itself to reject the whole idea but it wasn't there. He sniffed in the scent of her shoes instead - warm leather and dyes with the faintest scent of her feet within, intoxicating. He raked at the carpet, biting in with his fingers in frustration. She owed him. "Okay," he finally said. "If that's what you truly want." Julia's anger dissipated quickly, replaced with a sense of power and accomplishment. The worm was her's to command. He didn't have the will to stop her anymore. That seemed fairly certain now. She could redefine his masculinity, likely alter him as much as she wanted, make him more pleasing, more feminine. Wife, homemaker, and mother were good things after all. Feminizing him was helping him, enhancing him, altering him to better fit his new life. She smiled broadly at the thought. "Perhaps you have changed," she said with a lilt in her voice. He looked up from the floor and nodded, biting his lip for fear of saying the wrong thing, hoping she would be kind. "Maybe I can ease up on you a bit after all, start expanding your roles of wife and homemaker. There's a lot more you should be doing, like food shopping and meal planning. You should be doing more for my clothing too, like caring for the dry-cleaning, getting better at hand washing my panties, polishing my shoes, those types of things. I still want you to start doing my nails soon too. So many things to do," she said. "Okay," Eric said contritely, nodding, trying to smile. "Those are ways to fit in. I like constructive things." "Embrace the changes," she said. "I will," he said, almost too quickly, trying to convince himself as well as her. "Good. I have a list of things for you to do today then, starting with driving me to work. We'll use my car. You can get groceries with it afterwards, I'll give you a list." Julia stared at him, wanting to gauge his reaction to her next bit of news. "We're going to sell your car," she said. "With my work and personal cars, we don't need a third vehicle. I'm not paying for it any longer. Besides, if you ever decide to walk out on me again you'll do just that - walk. Try taking one of my cars without permission and I'll have you arrested for auto theft." Eric nodded, gritting his teeth in silence, knowing she meant it. He wasn't sure if they could actually arrest him or not but only Julia's name would be on the cars so it might be possible. With his luck a female cop would arrest him, a female prosecutor would bring charges, and a female judge would find him guilty. With women slowly taking over why risk it? Losing his car was another step towards making him totally dependent on her, another chain, more control. As much as his rational mind hated it, his developing submissive side loved it in equal measure, maybe more. That part of him wanted to help her forge the chain, knowing that every link made it harder to ever escape her. "I laid an outfit out for you this morning. In the bedroom, on my bed," she said, returning to her breakfast, taking another small bite of the omelet. "An outfit?" he asked, concerned. "Yes, to drive me to work in," she said. "I'm an executive. There are standards to maintain. I can't have my wife running around like a slob. Now, go get dressed." Eric got off his knees and walked into the bedroom with trepidation, his steps slowing as he approached the clothing on the bed. Draped over the bottom edge was a fancy looking white shirt laying over what appeared to be a pair of black slacks, neither of which he recognized. Far more alarming though was what sat, neatly folded, on top of the slacks - the same red, silk panties with rose-pattern brocade that he had planned on taking with him as a memento when he tried to leave Julia, the same pair she made him wear once before! "Problem?" Julia asked startling him. He twisted around quickly, looking at her with a pained expression, not having heard her walk into the room. He pointed behind him, at the clothes, while facing her, the expression he wore still pained, almost comical looking. "All that?" he asked. Julia nodded, smiling. Eric walked up to the clothing and gently lifted the shirt off the bed, examining it. It looked oddly cut, everything seemed a little off - too pointy a collar, a slightly pinched waist, a flare at the hips. The buttons were even stranger, clustered in groups of three rather than being evenly spaced. They looked plain wrong, even perplexing, until he realized all the buttons were on the wrong side of the shirt, attached on the left rather than the right like they should have been. He quickly twisted around to see Julia grinning as he began to blush. "This isn't a man's shirt - is it?" he said. She shook her head, grinning, pursing her lips in amusement at his predicament. He turned back around to look at the slacks, picking them up, quickly finding the zipper on the side rather than the front, realizing in that moment that they were women's slacks! He flipped back around again to see Julia beaming with amusement while his cheeks burned hot from shame. She had given him an entire outfit of women's clothing to wear! "Oh, almost forgot," she said. Reaching into her closet, bending over, she retrieved a pair of black shoes that looked a lot like a pair of Oxfords he owned except these had what looked like almost three inch block heels on them! She placed them at the foot of the bed, adding them to the outfit. On casual inspection, from the front anyway, they might pass for men's shoes but, given the high heel, clearly they weren't. "Why?!" he asked with a whisper of grief, red faced from shame, looking like tears were about to start falling. Julia's expression shifted, getting more serious. "Because you're not a man anymore. Because you're my wife and I told you to start thinking more like a womon. And maybe the most important reason - because I want you to! I like the idea of putting you in womyn's clothing." Eric looked miserable but resigned to his fate, haplessly shrugging his shoulders as he plucked the delicate panties off the bed then shook them open. "People are going to think I'm some kind of sissy girly boy," he lamented. "You're my sissy girly boy," Julia said with some measure of pride in her accomplishment. "Let your feminine side out," she urged, "embrace her, nurture her." He dipped his head, unable to look Julia in the eyes. It felt like he was at another crossroads, another barrier, about to be crossed, that might just erase what little of his old self still existed. What was she turning him into? Julia had been telling him all along that she planned on changing him, had warned him repeatedly. Where he was now was his fault, he decided. Besides, she owned him, he reminded himself. If she wanted to crossdress him, then so be it. He really wasn't much of a man anyway, that seemed more obvious every day. "Well? Get dressed then," she commanded. Reluctantly, he dropped the robe, thankful that his misbehaving cock was mostly soft for a change, and stepped into the panties. Julia looked on eagerly as he pulled them up to his waist. It felt so wrong and deviant to be wearing Julia's panties, his cheeks burning from the embarrassment of having something so utterly girly on. He quickly grabbed the slacks next, hoping to cover the shame of the panties. They were far snugger than he expected, the slacks hugging his legs like a second skin while he tugged them into place. It was something he wasn't used to at all, form hugging slacks, more feminine guile for enhancing sexual appeal. Once the legs were finally situated, he fumbled with the zipper on the side for a bit, jerking on the slacks, fighting with them, until finally the zipper locked into place. "Not bad, for a male anyway," Julia said, looking over the skin tight slacks, tugging on them in a few places to straighten them out better. The slacks were so form fitting, Eric couldn't help but feel like he was wearing women's tights or pantyhose, something only slightly better than the panties underneath. He was mortified at how he looked in them but grateful, at least, that Julia hadn't forced him into a skirt or dress instead, that may have been too much to bear. "Now your pretty top," she said. Words like 'pretty' or 'top' weren't words he ever wanted to use with clothing he wore but he picked up the shirt anyway. It went on normally enough, one arm at a time, but his fingers struggled with the buttons, they were simply on the wrong side. It was a funny thing how muscle memory worked, he thought, the fingers on his left hand having no skill at all with something as simple as buttoning a shirt. The fact that his nails were slightly longer and painted with Julia's bright red nail color only added to his misery. Julia, for her part, seemed thoroughly amused at the lack of coordination and fumbling, grinning at every failed, twisted attempt, but eventually one by one all the buttons were finally secured. "Shoes," Julia directed, cheerfully, pointing to the floor at the feminine, high-heeled, Oxfords. Eric sat down on the bed wordlessly and slipped his feet into the feminine footwear. They were a bit tight but otherwise easy enough to put on and tie. Other than the crazy height of the heels they were, at least, familiar, until he stood up. Three inch heels were simply not something he was prepared for, most his weight suddenly shifted forward, then back again, awkward teetering followed for a few moments until, thankfully, he fell back to a seated position on the bed. "Not as easy as it looks, huh?" Julia said, snickering. "Be grateful I didn't start you in stilettos. You'll get used to those quickly enough. They're nothing to walk in," she assured him, extending an arm out to help. "Come on, up." He stood again, unsteadily at first, using Julia to balance, then took a few careful steps forward on unsteady ankles. She backed away allowing him to find his own balance. It was then that he saw himself in the mirror of Julia's vanity and gasped, his face contorting into sadness and regret looking at the crossdressed, effeminate sissy reflected there. He turned away from the mirror and looked down at himself, scanning up and down, looking at every part of the outfit Julia put him in, then finally stretching his arms out to stare at his nails. "Your nails are part of the outfit, if you were wondering," Julia said. "What?! But... In public?! I can't-" "Of course, you can and you will," Julia said sternly, shutting down debate. He looked into the mirror again, then carefully moved closer to it as he peered fixedly at the reflection. His shoulders sagged as he dropped his head. There was no denying it - Julia had made a sissy out of him. "I look terrible," he said dejected. She came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders to comfort him. It felt soothing, a kindness from the past, something the old Julia might have done. "You look fine to me," she cooed, rubbing his shoulders, providing a brief massage. "It pleases me more than you know," she added, reassuring him, boosting his confidence. "What am I anymore?" he asked in a whisper, pain tearing at the edges of each word. "What I want you to be," she answered smirking. "But-" She quickly turned him around to face her, almost tripping him in the process as he pivoted about in the unfamiliar heels. "You're going to have a lot more to get used to. This is nothing." He held his hands up with his polished nails toward her, his eyes pleading. She arched her eyebrows unsympathetically in return, determined to make him accept a new feminized persona. The more feminine he felt, the more easily she could wreck his masculinity, the easier it would be for him to accept having boobs, the easier it would be to control him. "I promise I'll put it back on the moment I get back home from dropping you off at work," he said. "No. It stays on," she said. "In fact, from now on, I expect you to have your nails properly polished all the time, everyday, just like I do," she directed. "It becomes a part of you, permanently, like your tattoo. The only time you're not wearing nail polish is when you're redoing your nails. I want you so used to having your nails painted you'll feel naked without them done." Eric dropped his hands and head, his heart sank. "Do you understand?" she asked, demanding an answer. "Yes," he said nodding, "I understand." He had the posture of somebody defeated. She said she would be cruel, he reminded himself. It was going to be horribly humiliating but it was clearly what she wanted. He needed to do his best to obey and accept it, the most important thing was keeping her happy. He twisted back towards the mirror, wondering if he would ever see himself without painted nails again. He still looked terrible, not very feminine at all, but was almost grateful for his slight build. From a distance, perhaps from behind, people might ignore him, maybe not realize he was a feminized sissy, might think he was an actual girl and entitled to nail polish and high heels. Was it really so horribly bad? "We're leaving in a few minutes, get ready to go... Erica." And with that, Julia had renamed him. She walked out of the room leaving him to try to absorb everything. He couldn't help but look into the mirror again, at the reflection of the sissy there, wondering how much more Julia would really do to him. "Don't stand there all day, Erica!" she yelled from the other room. Carefully, finding his balance, he stumbled out of the room to join her. It was going to be a terrible day.

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This is a possible continuation of "Reversal Rings II: Jamie's Story." I thought Jamie's fate was a little harsh so I decided to try and continue his part of the story. I felt Jamie was basically a pretty good kid who acted impulsively, not stopping to realize that what he was doing was wrong. I'd like to thank Morpheus for his okay to do this story. While it isn't necessary to read the whole Reversal Rings story line before reading this, to understand this story, you should at least...

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Reversal Rings One Hour

Author's Note: Morpheus created the Reversal Rings universe and I'm just trying my simple hand at expanding it. This is basically a story about nothing. I've wanted to see a bodyswap story where nothing really happens, just a casual switch. Oh, and this is my first story. I make no claims at being a great author, I just wrote this for the fun of it. Enjoy! Reversal Rings: One Hour By Ipkiss I remember when I got the phone call. It was just past midnight and I almost broke my...

2 years ago
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Reversing Practice

REVERSING PRACTICE I am a professional driving instructor and in the course of my work, meet many young and attractive women. The Driving Standards Agency, which governs my profession, lay down very strict rules regarding inappropriate behaviour and I have to be careful not to do or say anything that could be misconstrued and cost me my licence to give instruction. In September last year I met a new pupil; a divorcee in her early thirties. A mature woman, not a teenage girl like most of my...

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Reversal Rings IV Family Life

Many people have been asking me about the next installment of Reverse Rings, so here it is. I had another part 4, but got rid of it due to its poor quality and wrote a new story. This one doesn't have the return of Kevin and Susan, but the next one does, so don't lose hope. It's coming soon. If anyone wishes to archive this, please contact me first. SRU: Reverse Rings IV: Family Life By Morpheus ([email protected]) The Old Man sat in a well decorated back room, upon an old...

3 years ago
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Reversal of Fortune

It was about 10 pm and the streets were empty. I was walking to the bus stand to take the 10.15 bus back to my room when a car came by and stopped to ask about directions. The lady passenger in the back seat asked me if I can show the place and that she would ask the driver to drop me at my house. I agreed and sat next the driver. After the car started moving, I felt a strange smell and before I could turn my head, a cloth with a pungent smell was placed covering my nose and I...

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Reversal of Fortune

     ???????????????????? REVERSAL OF FORTUNE ???????????????????????????? by ??????????????????????? C. Lakewood   ??? The smartly dressed young woman strode nonchalantly through the outer office and into Dean Malcolm Heywood's inner sanctum without a by-your-leave or even a perceptible hesitation.? As she passed, the dean's secretary, looked up, startled, and opened her mouth to object, then closed it again and shrugged.? Dr. Barbara Lang was slated to take over as dean in a few...

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Reversal Rings II Jamies Story

Reverse Rings II: Jamie's Story A Spells R Us story by Morpheus 22 Jan 98 This is the second of my Spells R Us mini series that I call Reverse Rings. It carries on the tale from the first one, with more of the characters and rings from the first story. It probably shouldn't be read without reading Weird Wednesday first. There isn't any appearance of the Old Man or the store in this story, though he started the mess in the last one. Any comments can be sent to...

2 years ago
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Reversal Rings III Lost and Found

This story goes off in a bit more from the original storyline, and I was a little rushed towards the end and may redo it later. I have a fourth episode already done, but am seriously unhappy with it, having been in a hurry when I did it. I will probably do another episode to replace it, bringing the storyline back to Kevin and Susan a bit more. Reverse Rings III: Lost and Found A Spells R Us story By Morpheus 23 Jan 98 WARNING: This story contains some adult material, so if...

2 years ago
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Reversal Rings V Finale

I know that some of you have been waiting for the return of Kevin and Susan from the first story. Well, here it is. This will probably be the last Reverse Rings story, so I hope you enjoy. This story has adult content in it. If you are under 18 or dislike such material, please go no further. If anyone who wishes to archive, please contact me first. SRU: Reverse Rings V: Finale By Morpheus Kevin stared into the mirror at the reflection of a beautiful woman looking back. The...

1 year ago
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Reverse Groping On A Metro Journey

So we’ve all heard stories of women being groped by men, women liking groping or hating it and etc. etc. Now this is a story of the Reverse happening to me (real story no BS). One particular day I took the subway to reach my usual stop at Park Street, around 15 mins away. The train was not particularly crowded but as there were no seats I had to stand. At the next stop 3 married women got in. They were all middle aged and in sarees, must have been between 30-35 I guess. Since there was nothing...

4 years ago
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Reversed Polarity 01

REVERSED POLARITY - 01 By Libnos I was only a few thrusts away from cumming in my wife's pussy. She was moaning and groaning under me when she gasped into my ear. "Oh honey, it feels so good. I love your cock inside me filling me up. It really turns me on submitting to you and trying to pleasure you." Then she clamped her legs around me holding me immobile inside her. I tried to get my cock moving in her pussy again but...

4 years ago
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Reverse Universe

Reverse Universe By Ender Eric had never been one of the popular boys in school. While he was not a nerd or a bully target, he had never been a well noticed boy. Some of that was by his own doing, while the rest was because of his place in the school social order. He always dreamed of dating and having sex with some of the beautiful girls in his class. In many of his classes there was one girl, Mary, who was absolutely hot. She had started budding early and by sixteen, she was...

3 years ago
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Reverse Number Lookup

* * * * * The number on my caller ID wasn't in my contacts. I didn't owe anyone money, so I answered. “Hello?” “Is Jenny there? I have to talk to her,” a woman whispered. “There's no one here but me. I can barely hear you. Who is this?” “Oh my God, he's coming!” she hissed. “Please, I don't know what to do! I'm afraid he'll....” There was a loud crash, like a door being kicked in, and then a man's voice yelling, “You fuckin' whore! You worthless cunt! Who the...

3 years ago
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Reversal of Roles For a Day All Chapters

Chapter 1 The Switch After years of being my Dom, you say you want to switch with me for a day and experience some new things. We will find out just how submissive you can be. I have sent you a large box along with some brief instructions telling you what time you need to be ready for the limo to pick you up, what you are to bring with you and what you are to wear. There are three seperate, plain wrapped packages inside the box. You are to bring the package marked with a one along with...

3 years ago
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Reversing Practice

REVERSING PRACTICE I am a professional driving instructor and in the course of my work, meet many young and attractive women. The Driving Standards Agency, which governs my profession, lay down very strict rules regarding inappropriate behaviour and I have to be careful not to do or say anything that could be misconstrued and cost me my licence to give instruction. In September last year I met a new pupil, a divorcee in her early thirties. A mature woman, not a teenage girl like most of my...

1 year ago
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Reverse Cuckold Surprise Part 2 and 3

Reverse Cuckold Surprise (Part 2 and 3)Note: The following story is a work of fiction. All events depicted are just fantasies.Part 2-The next morning I woke up before my wife did. I went to pee and started remembering the night before. My wife had gone out on a "date" with another man. Then, she told me about sucking the guy off. The oral sex part wasn't true, but it was a wild cuckold fantasy of mine, and it turned into great sex. After the sex, just before we went to sleep, she said she...

4 years ago
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Reverse Cuckold Surprise Part 1 The SetUp

Reverse Cuckold Surprise (Part 1, The Set-Up)Note: The following story is a work of fiction. All events depicted are just fantasies.If you read my profile, you'll know a bit about my sex life. I'm married to a beautiful BBW with great big breasts, a nice round, white ass, and a large pussy (that I keep trimmed/shaved almost bare). One of my fantasies is see my wife have sex with other men. Now, we've tip-toed around talking about cuckolding, but my wife knows it turns me on. For example,...

3 years ago
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Reversing the process

Reversing the process.“So are you sure you want to do this Bill?” Kim asked with a glint in her eye.“I have said so haven’t i?” Bill replied.“Don’t you mean , yes mistress?” she giggled.They checked into the hotel as usual and went to the room. Bill with his Mary Poppins bag and Kim with her lap top case. The picture of respectability.Once in the room Kim sat in the only chair and waited while Bill fiddled about with some items in his bag.“Ready or stalling?” she asked. She couldn’t help but...

2 years ago
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Reverse Pickup

REVERSE PICK UP K. Moore We were sitting alone in the apartment of the beautiful, but mysterious lady who had picked me up in the bar. I had just drunk a strange drink that she laughingly said was the best potion she knew how to make. As she came back from the kitchen, she seductively opened up the top of her low-necked blouse. I immediately rose to the occasion (so to speak), and moved forward on the couch, preparing to reach for her. It was then that I knew something was...

4 years ago
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Reversal Rings The Finishing School

The Finishing school ( a Spell R US story, Reversed rings story) by Eric Buffy was pissed, really PISSED! Life is so unfair! Her father didn't understand her.! He took the side of the bitch Claire, the step mom from hell! Buffy paused in front of the mirror - usually the sight of her blond beauty and mature figure gave her pleasure, but not today. Tomorrow she was going to be sent away from her home and her friends to some fuckin finishing school - where without a doubt she would...

1 year ago
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Reversed Rings Dreams of Kevin and Susan

Reversed Rings: Dreams of Kevin and Susan by Eric (Note: This is just a possible continuation of Kevin and Susan's story by Morpheus. It came to me in a dream. The story is now complete. Thanks to Morpheus for his OK on the use of his characters. Note: This is set in the SRU Universe but the Wizard makes only a brief appearance I want to thank Steve Z for editing the story!) Chapter 1 (the more things change, the more they remain the same) Brandy looked at her cute boyfriend...

3 years ago
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Reverse Gangbang With 4 Horny Babes

Hi ladies this Ajit back from Mumbai with yet another real story for full. I was approached by a reader by mail that she and her friends want to have fun with me to which I replied positively and our meeting was fixed on Friday at one of the ladies house. When I reached there I was introduced with everyone ( name changed to maintain privacy ). The ladies were madhu who mailed me she was of around 48 years with a bit heavy body. Babita aged around 42 with nice sexy figure and long blonde hairs....

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Reversal Rings The Wedding

As Best Man, Jim had a good view of the satin wedding dress draped over Ayesha's obvious pregnancy bulge. During the vows, she glanced over. Jim slipped one of the Reversal Rings onto his pasty white finger and nodded quickly. She smiled, her teeth gleaming under the veil, highlighted against her ebony skin. Jim handed the other ring to Rob, the groom. As Rob took Ayesha's hand, she smiled at Jim, grateful for the chance to escape her mistakes. As Jim smiled back, bursting with...

3 years ago
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Reverse Gangbang Fantasy As Gift On Birthday

Hi I am Abhay. You might have read my previous stories on how I nailed my neighbor and also one when I lost virginity to my cousin sis…. But this incident is one of the best sexual experience of my life….. But before beginning Guys…. Please don’t mail me asking number or pics of my sexual mates… As I cannot provide it…. Secondly anyone can mail me at for hot chat and a golden chance for girls and bhabhi’s upto 30’s we can have a secret affair…… ;) Anyways lets begin the event when I felt like...

4 years ago
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Reversed Polarity 03

REVERSED POLARITY - 03 By Libnos Our weekend continued through more 'reversed polarity' sex and I consciously worked to assume a more feminine role. I think Moira was pleased with my progress and complimented me on how much I was turning her on. I basked in her praise. A couple of times she mentioned going out in public but she knew I was very nervous about it so she didn't push me too hard. I knew eventually I might consider...

2 years ago
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Reversed Polarity 04

REVERSED POLARITY - 04 by Libnos While I was cleaning up after dinner the next evening, Moira told me she was going upstairs to see Stan and John. I waited her return with apprehension but couldn't help but feel excited. When she came back an hour later, she was all smiles and took me by the hand into the bedroom before she said anything. "It's all set, baby. They'll both be down Friday evening after dinner. They...

2 years ago
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Reversed Polarity 05

REVERSED POLARITY - 05 by Libnos In the weeks that followed our night at the 'girl's' lounge we took other opportunities to go back there including weekends at the cabin. At these times I gained more and more confidence in my role as a woman and by watching the mannerisms Moira and other women I became more adept at being one. My fascination with men's cocks continued to grow and I took every opportunity to enjoy sucking...

1 year ago
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Reversal

Reversal By Annie James Prologue Charlotte and Charleen are identical twins. Moreover, as so often occurs with such a pair, they early became best friends and companions. They were quick to learn to take advantage of the inability of others to distinguish between them, and exploited their similarity in all manner of childish adventures and pranks. About the age of ten they invented a new type of prank altogether by creating an alternate identity. A 'brother Charles' appeared on...

2 years ago
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Reversal of Fortune Part 5 Conclusion

Part 5 Facial and Sex Reassignment surgery That evening, Kavitha called us and asked Jeevan when she can schedule my operation and that if he wanted any facial job done to me. He said, "I leave the choice entirely to her" and looked at me. I said, "I can have the operation as soon as you people can organize. I would like to reshape my nose and lips to make it more feminine." She nodded and noted something in her diary. We went back to our apartment and continued our usual sexual...

3 years ago
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Reverse world

Mom was in the kitchen in a very revealing suit - a mini skirt that opened up a great view of her cute slender legs and a short blouse with an extensive cleavage. "Hi, mom!" "Hey, son!" I came up behind her and gave her a little hug. She immediately responded to my caresses, rising on tiptoe and leaning her hands on the sturdy kitchen table. With impatient hands, I reached under her skirt, found a funny little pair of panties, and pulled them down. Mom slowly moved her hips, letting her...

4 years ago
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Reverse Summoning Part 2

After breaking all the bonds her, no, his house had to her, Wyrm summoned Alice to him in the master bedroom. It was quite filthy, with her clothes and spellbooks thrown haphazardly around and a thick layer of dust covering the tops of the cabinets and dressers. All of the servants had quit after her parents had died, and Alice wasn’t all that interested in cleaning the manor when she could be working on magic. Alice walked to him and dropped to her hands and knees and bowed her head. Without...

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Reverse Summoning

Immediately, a kneeling form began to coalesce in the circle, eventually developing into a large, red-skinned man. His horns grew out of the sides of his head, which was covered in short dark hair. The demon was completely naked, and Alice could discern the fine scales that covered his entire body, each of them as shiny as a finely cut ruby. “I am your master now, dragon-demon.” Alice said, her voice commanding and strong. As she said this, a black collar appeared on the demon’s neck. “I...

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Reversed Rape

I was innocently perving my way around my favourite chat site when I chanced upon her ad. 'Lady, 30, would like to be raped.' Oh yea? Still, I zinged off a reply: 'Seriously?' She must have sent the same response to hundreds of people. 'Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not injure me. I do not want to know anything about you or meet you beforehand, but there must be some way of identifying you: figure this...

4 years ago
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Reversed Rape

Introduction: hey guys! just another quickie ,) email me if ya want! [email protected] She started it. She asked for it. It was all her fault. I was innocently perving my way around my favourite chat site when I chanced upon her ad. Lady, 30, would like to be raped. Oh yea? Still, I zinged off a reply: Seriously? She must have sent the same response to hundreds of people. Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not injure me. I...

2 years ago
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Reverse Cowboy On A Six Foot Nine Black Guys 11 Incher

I just turned 20 – a cute white twink with a baby face, a slim twinkish body, and an 8 inch dick. He’s around 30. Gorgeous black man, a beautiful behemoth standing six foot nine, totally proportioned everywhere. Including between his legs where he’s got an 11 inch black monster dick. I’m a total black cock slut and I’m also a hopeless size queen. So when we get to his place and I get on my knees and he pulls out his dick, I almost pass out from the sexual thrill that literally shakes my...

4 years ago
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Reverse Cuckold Part 2

I was on my hands and knees when Jim grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide. He put two pillows under my pelvis and lifted my hips. Lynn was still bouncing on her vibrator when she heard me moan from Jim’s cock entering me. She looked up at me, her eyes focused on mine. She lifted her left tit and started sucking it. She had a slutty look in her eyes while looked and me and licked.The ball vibrator, also known as a ‘Magic Wand’ was on the seat on her wheel chair. She was straddling it and...

1 year ago
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Reverse Cuckold Part 1

Hello all. I have been contemplating about writing this story for about two months. I spoke to the man it involved recently, he’s a good customer at our massage parlor. He said that it was okay to write it. I am going to change his name, and his wife’s name to mainly protect their identities. This past summer, I had mentioned to one of my customers that I was working as an escort. His name was Jim, he’s a very attractive man in his early thirties. He has been a VIP customer of ours for years,...

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Reversed Gender Norms

In another world, in another universe, there lived a modern day earth that lived it's life with the opposite norms known to us. A world where men and women behave exactly like us, speak just like us, and interact with each other just like us. Except one minor difference... Men and Women have switched roles in this reality. Stereotypes has switched between the two, with women being known as the stronger sex and the men being the more sensitive side of mankind. Women are known commonly for their...

2 years ago
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Reverse world

In a reveresed sexually dimorphic world where women are the big and strong gender and men are the small and cute ones, this is standard But becsuse the world is like this that also means that everyone is well endowed now befor we begin what gender are you

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Reverse Gang Bang

You needed some cash one day so you decided to make some quick cash. You went to a lab to be a test subject. You were pretty desperate to make some money at this time. That shot you with a syrenge that had a liquid in it. They told you it was a new kind of viagra. It made your cock the hardest it ever been. It now stood 16 inches "This a new drug that should make you stay hard nearly forever and give you an almost unlimited supply of cum" The doctor said "Really" "Yes but we got to test it...

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Reversal of Fortune

[ In the spirit of changing times; in the spirit of a long over due redress of well earned grievances of the so-called 'Third World', or the 'Developing Nations' (generally non-white), here's some encouragement to both whites who are more aware of their ancestor's exploitation and suppression of these nations and their people, as well as to they, themselves, who thirst for justice. And, in this particular scenario, we will see what may turn out to be the only truly significant form of redress,...

4 years ago
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Reverse Cuckold Part 2

I was on my hands and knees when Jim grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide. He put two pillows under my pelvis and lifted my hips. Lynn was still bouncing on her vibrator when she heard me moan from Jim's cock entering me. She looked up at me, her eyes focused on mine. She lifted her left tit and started sucking it. She had a slutty look in her eyes while looked and me and licked.The ball vibrator, also known as a "Magic Wand" was on the seat on her wheel chair. She was straddling it and...

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4 years ago
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Reverse Cuckold Part 1

Hello all. I have been contemplating about writing this story for about two months. I spoke to the man it involved recently, he's a good customer at our massage parlor. He said that it was okay to write it. I am going to change his name, and his wife's name to mainly protect their identities.This past summer, I had mentioned to one of my customers that I was working as an escort. His name was Jim, he's a very attractive man in his early thirties. He has been a VIP customer of ours for years,...

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