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X-Change: Micheal's fantasy. By Android1966 and Abdul Alahazred - from Tonight you will live your fantasies. Everything you need has been prepared and laid out ready for you. You have made your plans with meticulous care, though not fabulously wealthy you have a well paid job and can afford to indulge yourself. A month ago you swallowed a single basic X-Change pill and took careful measurements of your transformed body. Over the next weeks you bought the clothing from online shops that you would wear tonight. You strip off your clothes and stand in your bedroom naked and looked at yourself in the mirror. You are tall, six three and lean and muscular. Your hair is black and your eyes dark brown. You are reasonably handsome, no-one would deny that. You have had your fair share of women and enjoy fucking them as much as any other red blooded man. For months though your fantasies have been something entirely different to everything you have experienced before. You pick up one of the little pink pills you bought yesterday and hold it between your thumb and finger. Five more lie ready on your dresser beside a glass of water. Enough to give you twenty four hours as a female version of yourself. One by one you pop them into your mouth and wash each down with a swig of water. You close your eyes and wait for the pills to take effect. There is no pain to the change. From what you have read about X-Change, pain killers form part of the formula, at least with properly formulated and licensed pills. There is a brief sensation of pressure within your body and then you feel yourself transform. Your body shrinks down a few inches and you feel the tickle of hair sprouting and falling over over your shoulders. The feeling between your legs as your cock shrinks back into you body is a little unsettling, but less so than the first time you took a pill. You open your eyes. A dark eyed beauty with long straight raven black hair and olive skin looks back at you from the mirror and smiles. She has an exquisite face, high cheekbones and a wide sensuous mouth with full lips. Her breasts are not large, a modest B cup you know from your careful measurements, but her dark brown nipples are long and already hardening as you gaze at her entranced. She is slim and toned with long shapely legs and a small but perfectly formed and pert ass. Her pubic bush is black as night. "That needs to change," you say, your voice now feminine and enticing. You cross the bedroom and go into the bathroom. Here too everything you need is already waiting. You step into the shower and turn it on. Unhooking the shower head your drench the black curls of your pubic hair. You fill your palm with shaving gel and work it into the curly tangled bush until it is richly lathered. A lady-shave razor is in the shower tray waiting. Carefully you shave between your legs, taking your time and resisting the urge you have to explore yourself more intimately. You take your time, removing every single hair and then shower off the remains of the lather and loose hairs. Your mons is dark compared to your overall mediterranean skin colour, the labia darker still and the labial lips prominent and fleshy. Satisfied with your shaving you wash yourself quickly and then shampoo and condition your long black hair. You turn off the shower and walk back to the bedroom towelling dry your hair. Laid out on the bed is the clothing you will wear tonight to live out your fantasy. You pick up a pair of black stocking and sit upon the edge of the bed. One at a time you roll the stockings up those long sleekly smooth legs. You stand and then step into the suspender belt. You adjust it and attach the stocking tops to the straps. Finally you pull on a tiny black thong. You hold up your dress for tonight. A black silk cheongsam with a red brocaded dragon on the right side. You slip into it, feeling the thin silk glide over your soft skin. You have decided against wearing a bra, your modest breasts are firm and perky and no support is needed. The silk of the cheongsam against your nipples feels exquisite. You sit on the edge of the bed once more and buckle on the black patent leather ankle boots with six inch heels. You have spent long hours practicing walking in such heels so that you can wear them with confidence tonight. You sit down at the dresser and comb through your long hair until it is dry. The hair is long and fine falling over your shoulders and halfway down your back. It smells faintly of the jasmine shampoo. Next you apply your make up, you have studied tutorials on cosmetic application especially for tonight. Skin products enhance your already near flawless complexion with blusher to highlight your exceptional bone structure. You apply dark red lip gloss that shines whenever the light catches it. Black eyeshadow and liner enhance you dark brown eyes. You paint your long nails blood red to match the dragon on the cheongsam. You study your reflection a moment. You look beautiful and exotic. You smile. You slip a ladies watch onto your slim left wrist and look at the time. You are right on the schedule you have set yourself for tonight. In five minutes your taxi will arrive. You pick up the black leather shoulder purse, inside is cash and a credit card and a few items that you might need. Over the top of the cheongsam you slip on a fashionable leather ladies jacket and walk through the apartment to your front door. Within a minute or two the taxi arrives and you walk confidently down your path and get in. You give the driver your destination and settle back into the back seat. "The Vanilla Alternative," you say. The journey will take about thirty minutes. This you know from experience, you have made this same journey before as a man when you were making your plans. Every detail about tonight you took the time and expense to research including reconnoitring your destination. You gaze idly out the window as the suburb where you live is left behind and you are driven into the countryside. You barely notice the passing scenery, lost in your thoughts. The motion of the car makes your small braless breasts jiggle from time to time, your nipples stay hard from brushing against the silk of your cheongsam. You glance to the taxi driver, who obligingly has sensed your desire to be alone with your thoughts and has not attempted to make any conversation. You smile as you wonder how the man might react if you undid your cheongsam and gave into the temptation to play with your nipples. Would he studiously ignore it, demand that you stop maybe? In a porn film of course he would stop and and come into the back with you and fuck you senseless. The idea is moot, you resisted the urge to touch yourself whilst you showered and shaved your pubis and you will not give in to temptation now. Fucking a taxi driver on a deserted country road is not part of your fantasy. The taxi's satnav signals the driver that the destination has been reached. He pulls off the road and through a pair of gates onto a private driveway. A large country house is at the end of the drive, set in a few acres of private gardens. The driver pulls up near the main door and parks. You thank him courteously and tip him well. You get out and walk to the door. You glance back to the taxi and see that the driver is staring at your ass as you walk away. Those pert little buttocks must look delightful with your high heels and skin tight black silk dress. The driver realises he has been caught staring and looks embarrassed, you give a soft laugh and a smile to the driver to indicate that you are not displeased. You open the door and enter the house. A hotel style reception desk is just inside with a pretty young woman behind it. She smiles and greets you politely as you approach. "Michelle Nishimoto," you say to her as you reach the desk. "I have a reservation." You are not in fact Japanese, either by birth or origin. With your mediterranean complexion, long black hair and your manner of dress though you could be mistaken easily as being oriental or mixed race. Your cosmetics enhance that deception, a deliberate choice on your part. The name you have chosen is your own private joke, Nishimoto can be translated as westerner. "Ah yes, I have it here Miss Nishimoto," the girl replies after checking her computer console. "Entry and a private bedroom paid in advance. Your room is number twenty three, it is on the second floor to the right as you exit the elevator or stairs." The girl hands you a key card and you thank her as you tuck it away into your purse. The girl smiles and waits for you to do so before continuing. "The bar areas are through the doors to the left from reception." The girl needlessly indicates the doors in question with a wave of her hand. "Access to the hot tubs and massage rooms are at the rear of reception. Public area themed rooms are to the right." "And the dungeons?" you ask her. "Those are situated in the basement, they can be accessed by stairs or elevator from the main bar," the girl replies without hesitation and gives you a warm smile. "Are those of particular interest to you Miss Nishimoto? There is further information on layout and the facilities available in our brochure." "Thank you, yes I am quite intrigued to see your bondage rooms, but I familiarised myself with your brochure online," you decline the offer. "Of course," she says. "Welcome to the Vanilla Alternative and please enjoy your stay." Option 1 You go to the bar. You glance at your watch, it is a little after nine PM, still rather early. You decide to start the night with a drink or two in the bar and maybe pass the time with a bit of people watching. You can be fairly certain that you are not the only woman here tonight that is only female because of a little pink pill, will you be able to spot any you wonder. The bar, when you enter, looks very high class. The general decor is black with bright red accessories, a theme that you remember from the club brochure recurs through many of the rooms. Only a few people are in the bar as yet, but the night is still young. You take a stool at the bar and order a martini. The drinks are dreadfully expensive, but then so was the entrance fee and a private room. Not as expensive as when you visited recently as a man, then the entrance fee was more than double what you have paid as Michele. You sit and watch people come and go for a few minutes. You study the most beautiful of the women more carefully, from what you have learnt, those changed by the pink pill are invariably young and attractive. If any you see are indeed like yourself men fulfillingo fantasies then you see no give aways to fully confirm your suspicions. "Are these seats taken?" You turn and a young couple are beside you. The man is tall and tanned, handsome you suppose with a fit body and easy smile. His partner is a petite redhead with milky white skin and a splash of freckles across her cheeks and delightfully bright green eyes. You give the pair a warm smile. "No, not taken at all," you tell them. The couple sit beside you and the man introduces himself as Greg and the redhead as his wife Nicole. He offers you his hand to shake and you carefully remember to grip his hand lightly as a lady of breeding would. Greg is dressed in a well fitted black suit and tie and Nicole in a simple but sweet white summer dress. As she takes her seat you notice the chrome collar around her neck with a little brass padlock at the front. "Nicole is a submissive?" you inquire conversationally. "Yes she is indeed, much to my delight," Greg answers, studying you a moment. "You I would hazard to guess are a domme. No, perhaps a switch?" "Perhaps," you reply with an enigmatic smile. "I would love to watch Nicole eat your cunt." Greg watches you closely as he makes his bold statement, clearly trying to define his evaluation of you by gauging your reaction. "Then you may watch," you reply, enjoying your part in Greg's guessing game and choosing your words so that you are giving him permission rather than simply acquiescing to his wish. "Nicole, remove my thong," you order the slim redhead as you stand up. Nicole goes down on her knees in front of your after glancing to her husband for his nod of permission. Her pale slim hands slide up your stockinged legs and under the hem of your cheongsam. Her fingers hook the waistband of your thong and she slowly slides the tiny panties down your legs. You lift each foot in turn so Nicole might remove the thong. You sit on the edge of your stool and hitch up the bottom of your tight dress and spread your legs apart to reveal your newly shaven pussy. "You have a beautiful cunt," Greg comments, possibly trying to shock or more interestingly to assert dominance with his coarse language. "Why thank you," you laugh politely, as though the compliment was entirely commonplace and innocent. Nicole's fingers spread your dark labia open to reveal the pink moist flesh within. Her head cranes forward and her tongue teasingly traces the outline of your pussy with the lightest of touches. Spreading you wider so that your tight passage gapes just slightly her tongue moves slowly in diminishing circles that draw steadily closer to your inner flesh. Tentatively her tongue touches the raw pink flesh inside your labial lips and intrudes into your quim a fraction. "Is her cunt wet already Nicole?" Greg asks his wife. "Yes sir, very wet and sweet tasting," Nicole answers obediently. Nicole continues to tease and explore the folds of your pussy with frustratingly gentleness and patience. You have deliberately refrained from playing with yourself before this moment and you wish the girl would simply thrust herself deep into your pussy and tongue fuck you. You say nothing to urge her to do so, not wishing Greg to know just how desperately you want it. This first touch of your female sex by another person is an exquisite torture, arousing your sexual need without quenching it at all. "That will do Nicole," Greg orders the redheaded cunnilinguist, who immediately halts her exploration of your pussy and sits back. You feel frustrated and aroused by the sudden end to your first sexual encounter. Greg is clearly playing with you by dictating the actions of his wife. Does he imagine you will beg him to let her continue or offer him your submission for the opportunity to reach orgasm? You resist Greg's game. Greg steps closer and before you can react his hands are between your spread thighs. Unlike his wife the tall dominant is less than gentle. His thumb and finger pinch the fleshy fold at the top of your labia, expertly trapping your aroused clitoris beneath it's hood. He applies a little pressure to your swollen bud beneath it's protective folds and you take a sharp intake of breath at the mixture of arousal, discomfort and a little pain you experience. His other hand slides up your stockinged thigh and you feel a single finger slide into you, the first penetration your pussy has ever had. "You were correct Nicole," Greg comments smiling. "Wet and very hot." His fingers release your trapped clitoris and he pulls out his finger from your quim and sits back down. You note that unlike when wanting his wife to lick your pussy that he sought no permission before touching you. Your clitoris is still throbbing from the Greg's pinch. You close your legs and straighten the bottom of your cheongsam. Nicole's gentle tonguing of your pussy and Greg's much fiercer exploration has awoken a need in you that is as exciting as it is unfamiliar. Your sex feels wet and hot and the need to touch or better yet be touched there by someone else is frustrating. However much you want Nicole to resume though, you have no intention of letting yourself be controlled by Greg. While your attention has been diverted by the young and attractive couple the bar has been attracting more guests. A couple of dozen patrons of the Vanilla Alternative are now seated at tables or at the bar. More than a few are intently watching the play between yourself and Greg and Nicole. "Thank you Nicole," you thank Greg's wife politely. "That was most stimulating." "My pleasure," Greg replies, his wife remaining obediently silent. "It does seem a little unfair that Nicole's work goes unrewarded," you comment. "I am sure that her pussy requires attention more urgently than my own." "Very likely," Greg laughs. "But quite impossible. Show Michelle why Nicole." Nicole stands and hitches her white dress up to expose her crotch. You had imagined the pretty redhead to be wearing sexy underwear, or maybe none at all. Instead Nicole's pussy is encased in a shiny and very secure looking chrome chastity belt. Around each thigh is a chrome band and a chain around six inches long links the two bands and prevents the redhead from parting her thighs more than a few inches. "Interesting, that looks rather impregnable," you observe. "I imagine the key is in your safe keeping Greg?" "Of course," Greg confirms. "A ritual we observe when we visit. Only when Nicole's need grows so great that she begs me for an orgasm shall we return to our room and I will release her from chastity." "I see, and until then Nicole must serve others as you see fit?" you ask. "Just so," Greg answers. "It is rare for us to return to our room alone though. I love to watch my wife with another beautiful woman, such as yourself Michelle. Providing that they understand that they must submit to me first." You meet Greg's intense look and hold his gaze without blinking. You were right about this admittedly handsome and self assured man, hooking up with this couple would mean surrendering all control to Greg for the night. It would not surprise you in the least if he had a second chastity belt just waiting for whoever agreed to be his submissive. "I wish you well in your search then," you say firmly. "I am sure that there are many women who would eagerly submit to you here tonight." "I expect so," Greg says immodestly. "Most likely none as beautiful and intriguing as yourself though Michelle. If you should change your mind we are in room twenty seven." Greg stoops and picks up your tiny black silk thong from the floor. You begin to raise your hand expecting him to offer them back to you. Instead Greg smiles and tucks them into his breast pocket. "I think I prefer you to be au naturale for the rest of tonight," Greg tells you imperiously. To protest would only further cede control to this dominant man, so you laugh as if you find the notion amusing rather than infuriating. Greg produces a pet lead from his pocket and clips it onto Nicole's collar and leads his wife off towards the elevator that descends to the dungeon basement. You turn away back to the bar and your martini, not wishing for Greg to look back and find you gazing after him and Nicole. You had planned on making the dungeons in the basement your next part of the club to visit. However since Greg and Nicole just took the elevator down you reconsider. Greg would probably believe you had followed him and you do not want to give that infuriating man any encouragement that he could somehow bend you to his will. You order a second martini and decide to wait in the bar a while and then visit the other themed rooms. Halfway through your drink a fresh couple take the seats next to you and order glasses of wine as the talk. You discretely observe them and listen to their conversation. The couple are two young and very attractive women, a raven haired latina and a platinum blonde. The latina is short haired and wears a tight fitting grey pant suit whilst her blonde companion wears a red plaid microskirt and tied white shirt. "Of course everyone's staring at you babe," you hear the Latina tell the blonde. "You're drop dead gorgeous." The latina is correct in that, long shapely legs and big firm breasts are displayed by the blonde's outfit and her face is angelic. You are convinced her looks are the product of a pink pill. A natural woman that beautiful would be used to stares every time she went out. The latina you are not certain about, either she is another pink pill user who has more experience in her body or possibly the blonde's girlfriend sharing her boyfriend's fantasy. "Look babe, if you won't take my word then let us ask an impartial judge," the latina tells her friend. "Miss, could you help settle a disagreement please." This last remark is directed at you and you pretend to only just become aware of the couple. Now you can turn to face the pair and check both girls out more directly. The latin looking woman has beautiful, but strong features with very little make-up. Her flawless complexion is like burnished copper, her hair cut short to just above her neckline. Beneath her tight grey suit she wears no shirt and you see a black push up bra cupping ample breasts. The blonde has a perfect feminine face and eyes of impossibly bright blue. "Michelle," you introduce yourself, holding out you hand politely. The Latina shakes it and grins, her grip is firm and confident. "Santana, and this is my amiga Candy," the Latina replies. "My friend, she is a little shy. I keep telling her to relax that everyone here will fall in love with her, but she don't believe me." "Stand up then girl," you order Candy. "Let me take a look at you." You turn your gaze to Candy, now absolutely certain that she is here on the pink pills. Her figure is extremely feminine with large firm breasts, toned waist and wide hips. Her make up is subtle, but well applied and she stands gracefully on her six inch heels without tottering at all. Did she practice hard to achieve this as you did you wonder. "Candy you should listen to Santana," you tell the blonde. "You are angelic. No man, or woman here could help but be attracted to you." "See babe, did I not tell you," Santana says to her friend. "Even a beautiful woman thinks you are perfect." Santana puts her hands on Candy's hips and pulls the blonde close and kisses her. Tentative and nervous at first, Candy soon returns the kiss with obvious passion. Unseen by the platinum blonde Santana reaches out her hand to you, inviting you to take it. You lightly grasp Santana's outstretched hand and she tugs gently to lead you in until you are right behind Candy. Santana releases your hand, breaks her kiss and gently cups Candy's chin and turns her head in your direction. You take you cue and lean forward to kiss Candy's full red lips. "You see Candy, I think Michelle wants you," Santana whispers in Candy's ear. Candy's sparkling blue eyes go wide with surprise as your lips touch. They are so soft against your own. You begin with soft little kisses, each lasting but a fraction of a second and reach up to stroke Candy's neck with your fingertips. Soon her hesitance fades and each time your lips break contact hers purse and her head moves forward to chase your lips. You kiss her harder, letting your contact linger now. Your free hand slides up the soft flesh of Candy's side and cups one breast. Candy gasps and turns her head to Santana for reassurance and Santana kisses her now. "I want you both," you say to the girls. "I seem to have given you the wrong impression, Michelle. Candy will be mine alone tonight. We were just looking for an impartial judge." You mask your disappointment as best you can. An evening with Santana and Michelle would have worked well in your fantasy. "Ah, well, all the best to you ladies," you reply, kissing Santana on the cheek and giving Candy one last gentle kiss on her lips. The couple depart from the bar soon after you reclaimed you seat, and you quickly finish the rest of your drink, ordering a third. You struck out twice already. Despite all your preparations, the evening was not going your way, which just made you more determined to live out your fantasy. There were more than a couple pairs of eyes on you, you could feel them, but when you turned to your left to scan the small crowd in the bar, their gaze was averted. You had almost given up and you were going to go down to the dungeons and risk running into Greg, the man that mauled you, when a variable you had not considered walked into the room. A little too quickly, you turned back to the bar and stared at your drink. In walked Bridget, a Norwegian blonde you knew as your best friend's wife. From the moment you saw her, you lusted after her, but you knew it would be wrong, even now, when Bridget was obviously going outside her marriage for sex and you weren't yourself. You pretended to be intensely interested in your drink and hoped she went to the other side of the room. "Tasty," Bridget's voice sung in your ear. "Yes, you agreed, lifting your drink, intentionally not looking at your best friend's wife, "It is." "That too." You almost choked on your drink. "Are you here alone tonight?" You turn to look at Bridget, that platinum blonde hair and those sky blue eyes are just as you remember and the familiar emotions of wanting her are just as strong in your new persona as they were before. You know her husband, your best friend is away at a business seminar this weekend. Your thoughts turn back to a dinner party at their home some months back. After a few drinks the conversation had become risqu? and the question of sexual fantasies had come up. You had answered lamely, something about wanting to experiment with dominance and submission. Even then X-Change had intrigued you, but you were not about to admit that to your best friend. Then it had been Bridget's turn to answer. "I go into a bar and meet a beautiful stranger," she had begun. "We begin to talk. The stranger looks me right in the eye and tells me that I am theirs for the night. I cannot speak, I cannot find the words to argue or protest and cannot find the strength to move away." "Go on," Her husband had urged her. "What happens next?" "Without asking for permission my clothes are removed to leave me naked in front of the stranger. They place a collar around my neck and order me to kneel at their feet. I cannot refuse." "And what does this stranger do with you?" you had asked. "Whatever they wished," Bridget had laughed. "But that is just a fantasy, nothing more." You know that this knowledge of her fantasies is like a cheat code. You should politely make excuses and move to another part of the club. But then another thought contradicts this, if you do not take her then another surely will. Bridget will cheat on your friend tonight whatever happens. Might it not be best if ensure that she cheats with a woman who in reality does not exist than perhaps with another man. Reasoning this so that you convince yourself that by claiming Bridget you are really doing your friend a service sways you. "I was alone," you reply to Bridget, looking directly into those clear blue eyes. "Now I am not. You are mine tonight." You see uncertainty in Bridget's eyes and she bites her lip. She obviously recognises her fantasy. You stand and face her. Slowly, so that even now she might change her mind and pull away if she wishes. You reach for the straps of her dress. She remains quiet and still as you slide the straps over her smooth shoulders. Her thin cotton dress needs to be tugged down over her breasts, but then falls to pool around her ankles. Bridget wears no underwear beneath the dress, but black hold up stockings and high heeled black shoes clad her legs and feet. You wave to attract the bartender. "You have a collar and leash?" you ask the man. "Certainly madame," the bartender replies and a moment later hands you a black leather collar and long leather leash for it. You place the leash upon the bar for the moment. Then with slow deliberation you raise the collar to Bridget's slender neck. Her eyes close and she holds her breath as the broad leather band encircles her neck and the end is threaded though the steel buckle. You pull it tighter, though careful to allow enough slack for Bridget to breath and swallow unhindered. You fasten the buckle and drop your hands to your sides and wait and watch for her reaction. Bridget raises her hands to the collar and tugs gently upon it. It is secure of course. Her fingers run over the smooth leather and play with the steel rings at her throat and each side of the collar. At last she expels her held breath with a gasp and opens her eyes. "Kneel," you command her. Bridget obeys without question, kneeling before you looking up at your face with an expression of awe and excitement. You take up the leash once more and clip it onto the collar's steel ring at her throat. "Knees apart, back straight and chin raised," you order and Bridget complies. "Good, When I command you to kneel this is the position and posture you will assume." "You will address me as Miss Michelle," you continue. "You will only speak when prompted to do so by myself and will always address me by name. Is that clear?" "Yes Miss Michelle," Bridget answers. "What is your name girl?" you ask her. "Bridget Miss Michelle," Bridget answers. You had half expected a lie, but an understandable one. "Really? Hmmm, that does suit you," you tell her. With an air of control and confidence you tug Bridget to her feet. The Scandinavian beauties pale blue eyes show her desire. Her small pert nipples bud out, large and erect, begging for attention. "This way pet. Does Steve know what you get up to whilst he is out of town?" You ask, a curious look on her face as you mention your best friend's name. Her husband's name. "Mistress, have we met?" She asks. "Quiet pet." You instruct her firmly, a tug of the black leather leash tightening the choker and silencing her. You find yourself getting excited leading her all but naked in her heels and garter to a curtained alcove. Steve would be jealous. You like the sense of power and control. She is yours. You sit and make her kneel compliantly beside you, controlling her with firm tugs of her leash. She positions herself as you previously instructed her. Your hand cups one of her small breasts and she shivers as you play with her pronouncedly erect nipple. "Maybe I should take you back to your house. Your husband's away for the weekend on a business seminar after all. While the cat's away..." you suggest as your hand caresses her slim body. She shivers. "Home? Er... no Mistress Michelle... um... that... is... um." She blushed as your hand moved down her taut belly and toyed with her navel. Your intent is clear. Your objective is her sex. "Out with it. You must obey me after all." You tell her firmly, giving her ass a small slap. She is easily controlled. "He isn't away on business." Bridget confessed ashamedly. She swallows as your hand finds her mons. Her sex is clean shaven like yours. You forefinger circles it a slow, deliberate spiral. Clean shaven... So you can't be certain she is a natural blonde. "I... I used X-Change to become Bridget. When she confessed her fantasy... it caught me fancy. I'm Steve. Bridget thinks I'm at a seminar." She admits. You blink in surprise. "Steve?" She nods. "So you used X-Change to become your wife?" You asked, intrigued as your finger drew closer and she shivered with ill contained need. You pull her leash down so she is guided to her hands and knees then attach it to a D bolt in the floor. She looks invitingly vulnerable. You'd pegged Steve for the dominant type with Bridget being submissive. "I wanted to see how it... Bridget really gets off on being dominated. She's a natural sub. I'm usually dominant but... well ..." she grew more embarrassed. There was a polite, "excuse me." from the entry and you turn about to see Steve at the alcove entry. He wears a suit and looks quite handsome as he regards the two of you with interest. Except Steve is on her hands on knees at your feet looking up at her body with even more shame. "May I join you? I'm... Steve. I see you've met my submissive wife Bridget. Very naughty of you to come here alone and deprive me of my fun." "Bri-? Steve? I'm sorry Master..." she says. "I was curious... this is Mistress Michelle." You give her pretty ass a slap and she yelps. "Quiet Bridget. Let the adults talk." You instruct her dismissively. "Bridget lied to me. She said she was going away for the weekend for work. Imagine my disappointment when I discovered she lied..." he said. He sounds just like Steve. You have a sudden suspicion. Was this the first time these two had X- Changed roles? The last time you saw them... had they been using X- Change then also? Thinking back... it was possible. Clearly you'd stumbled onto something here. Steve had wanted to explore her submissive side fully. You could help. "So she is here without your permission?" You ask as you caress her ass, noticing the hand print. "Well then. We have a dilemma. By the rules of this establishment I am her mistress. I'm not sure I wish to relinquish my claim to her just yet." Your touch becomes possessive. Steve nods. "Yes. I saw you claim her." "May I suggest a compromise?" "Do as you want. I will observe." Steve moves into the alcove proper and takes a seat, motioning for you to continue. "I like your cheongsam. Very sexy," he compliments you as he sips his drink, a Cointreau on the rocks. You nod graciously as you take his drink and have a sip. It's strange being complimented by Steve. You're quite conscious of your femininity at that moment. Steve is a handsome muscular man and you find him attractive. Especially since Greg stole your thong panties - being au naturale beneath your dress makes you feel decidedly risqu?. The irony is that Steve is now Bridget. "You're too kind." You take an ice cube into your mouth and pass back Steve's drink. Then you take out the ice and hold it to Bridget's skin, in the small of her back. Her skin goosebumps as you slowly slide the cube down through her ass crack leaving a wet wake of chilled skin, tracing it over her puckered anus and then purposefully to the swollen folds of her pussy. She is clearly hot and wet. You grin almost cruelly as the now smaller frozen cube reaches its intended destination. She inhales apprehensively as she realises your intent. "Oops," you say as you slide it into her. She shivers at the chill as you work the shrinking cube deep into her. "It's so cold mistress." She observes, biting her lip and pushing back eagerly onto your fingers. In a moment it is gone. Steve chuckles as he stands and joins you, taking a sip of his drink. He then leans in and kisses you, his mouth cold. His tongue guides an ice cube into your mouth. You sense a different dynamic here. A more submissive one for you. You feel your nipples hardening against the shiny fabric of your short cheongsam. The slit at the sides leaves leg exposed and Steve runs his hand up your thigh, the fabric bunching up, threatening to expose your naked sex. But the familiarity of your friends face stills any complaint. You smile as you turn and then kneel behind Bridget, mouth at her sex as you use your mouth and tongue to push the second cube into her. Already water coats her thighs. Her whimpering is ashamed and aroused. You look up, realising that from here on your knees with your dress already partly hiked up Steve can see your naked sex. You grin and sway your hips enticingly but he sits back comfortably in the leather lounge chair, casually sipping his drink and watching the unfolding tableaux. Oddly thrilled at the attention your audience is giving you you nuzzle Bridget's sex. "How many pills did you take girl?" You asked Bridget as you took a momentary breather from eating her out. "12..." she admits shamefully as her face colours. "Hmmm. I hear they sell X-Change Plus here. Wouldn't it be a pity if this went from a weekend to something more permanent," you ask then return to exploring the foods of her labia with your lips and tongue. A moan of submissive lust is Bridget's only reply. "It would be," agreed Steve as he stood, turned and exited. "I wonder where he's going..." you muse then grin mischievously "... you'll never guess who I am." Bridget doesn't seem to hear. You reach up and splay your fingers, separating the folds of skin that form the hood of her clitoris with two fingers the press your palm into her sex, grinding it gently as you slip your thumb into her. "Care to guess?" "M-m-Michael," she moans. You pause. She knew? "Well aren't you full of surprises..." you admit. "How did you know that?" "I came... to... oh god... yes... your house... I was... oh fuck yes! Offer myself... so horny... but... saw you... called... Bridget... asked her... to... ngggg." She devolved into incomprehensible moans as her slim body cane to a shuddering orgasm, face down, small breasts pressed into the shag pile rug, ass high. You chuckled for a moment, savouring your control of this thrall for a moment. Then a collar was suddenly slipped about your neck. "Wait. What?" You ask as you realise Steve has returned. He clicks home a padlock as you reach for your neck then pulls your leash down and attaches the end to another D-bolt in the floor. "Stop. I didn't agree to this..." you protest. Steve chuckles as he takes the zipper at the back of your velvet cheongsam and tugs it down then divests you of your dress. You find yourself naked in heels beside Bridget. "I told her I knew who she was." Bridget confessed. "Why did you do that?" "I couldn't help myself..." Bridget blushes as she admits her weakness. "I'm sorry. She was making me so horny I couldn't think. I'm not used to this. And, well, I wasn't expecting to be so damned submissive. The more I struggle the more turned on I get," Bridget admitted. You found yourself empathising with her at that moment, your own situation mirroring hers. Two naked horny girls who had taken X-Change and were chained on their hands and knees before a confident controlling man. Yep. It made you excited. Your nipples were rock hard and your exposed pussy was swollen. You looked from Bridget to Steve with concern. You hadn't intended to be submissive with them, although showing Steve a tantalising glimpse of your fresh shaven pussy when your mouth had between his spouses legs had been exciting... had You led him to believe you wanted to be his sub? Perhaps. Even if your mind was struggling with the notion, it felt right. Certainly the situation was sexually charged. The alcove with its half open curtain allowed people in the room beyond to see the man with his pair of naked chained slavegirls. That was embarrassing. Steve put one pink X-Change pill on the table. It had a plus stamped into it. Your eyes widen at the possibility of being trapped like this "You two are going to eat each other out... the first girl to cum will have to take the tablet... if you cum simultaneously... well I'll have to see..." Bridget stares. "Bridget-" she starts fearfully. "I am Steve." He informs her. "Or master." "Sorry Master. Um... this is just part of the role play... right?" Bridget asks, clearly not wanting to be trapped like this. He shrugs. "Hurry up. Or I'll have to buy a second plus pill and you'll both be stuck..." he warns. Steve wouldn't make either of you take a plus pill. You're reasonably certain of that. But it is an interesting fantasy. Trapped with breasts and pussy, a woman... you find yourself rather enjoying the thought. Still it was only a thought. You had a life. You weren't going to give up your masculinity for some cheap thrills. But Bridget might. You moved in on her. "You're going to cum and take that pill." You say as you nudge her about. You're both chained so there is no height dominance to be gained now. You take an aggressive role, hand going between her legs, fingers frigging her lips, parting them to expose her sex. This is really Steve, your best pal, but right now she's Bridget. Submissive Bridget. You'll have her cumming easily. "I don't think so. This needs to be fair..." Steve says as he stands and grabs your collar, pulling you forward and onto your back. Bridget crawls atop you, moving her knees to either side of your head and nuzzling your six. Her sex looms enticingly above your face as she starts to do something exquisitely pleasurable with her tongue between your legs. "My money is on Bridget cumming first..." Tentatively... ...you probe her sex with your tongue. Bridget lowers herself to your face and you lick her sex. Her musky aroma is strong and you reach up, again splaying her lips to expose the pink pearly fleshy clit nestled their. She moans and you feel her breath hot and heavy on your own sex. Then her mouth nuzzles and her probing tongue slides between your nether lips. Your moaning now. "Your manhood's hang in the balance. Whoever is the biggest slut will stay that way. Michelle... Bridget..." Steve encourages you. The thought of one of you being stuck somehow excites you both. "Make me cum... please..." you hear Bridget gasp, squirming as your finger snakes up and pressed into her anus and pussy. "Oh fuck yes Mistress Michelle..." she groans with insensate lust. She reciprocated, two fingers in your pussy and a thumb pressing into your tight sphincter. It's your turn to gasp. "You both want this don't you. You both want to be horny little slits forever," Steve encourages. "Oh fuck yes," you hear yourself responding as Bridget works her fingers furiously in you, her mouth suctioning your swollen clit and the sensitive skin about it. Your pussy clamps. Bridget squirts and shudders. You're cumming together. "Yes. I want to be your fuckpet forever." She confesses. You nod in agreement as you cum simultaneously. Something is pressed into your mouth. "Your plus pill..." Steve says as he pushes your legs apart and you feel his cock pressing against your lips. You distantly register the pill in your mouth. It's strange. If you were to swallow you'd be like this permanently. In your post orgasmic bliss that doesn't seem such a bad thing. It's ... exciting... arousing. Delectably wrong. You'd happily do this again. And being dominated by Steve in a m?nage-a-trois with Bridget makes you all tingly. You could dominate Bridget and Steve could dominate you... you grin dreamily as roll the pill around your pretty mouth. You feel it starting to dissolve. Taste it's acrid and bitter chemicals. God female orgasms are great. You could get used to this. It's an alluring fantasy. There is a point of no return and you're playing dangerously close to it. Fuck that's exciting. The cock suddenly pushing into you causes your eyes to widen. Your tenderly swollen nether lips spread and his bulbous head slides snugly into your well lubricated and pleasantly warm sex. You feel every vein and contour of his manhood pushing deeper into you, the sudden penetration catching you by surprise. You swallow reflexively. Your eyes widen in shock as you try and cough it back up. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!!!" You cry, partly in distress... partly in lust. The thrusting of his cock into your depths is sublime. The sudden knowledge that this is no longer a game, that you will soon irrevocably be a woman causes you to orgasm again immediately. This is multiple female orgasms. You think. Get used to it... The intensity of the sudden orgasm clouds your mind. You're crying out, hips bucking, chained, collared, fucked, stuck, submissively orgasming. You try and think. You should try and throw up but you can't interrupt this. No. Fuck that. You need this cock inside you. You find yourself barely able to focus your eyes as consuming need batters your mind. You are a fuckpet. You are Steve's slut. "Yes!" You cum again. Mindless. Hedonistic. "Fuck... nggg... I'm your bitch..." you mewl. Masterfully he grips your hips and thrusts deeper into your quivering pulsing sex. Pounding you. Making you his. Each passing second seals your fate. Cements your role. Enforces your permanent submission. This is what you are now. You feel his gloriously thick cock spurting hot cum into your ready womb, his balls pressing against your ass crack as he imbeds himself fully in you. You wrap your slim girlish legs about him, grip your leash frantically for purchase and buck your slim curvaceous hips as you pussy milks his cock. "Deeper... fuck my cunt deeper," you beg in incoherent gasps as your grande mal orgasm shatters your thoughts. You come back to yourself. "Oh... my... god..." you mutter. "Um... was that really a plus pill?" "Maybe," Steve replies. You look up at him, semen dribbling pleasantly from your sex, the ropy strands glistening pearl like in the dim light of the semi secluded alcove. You realise that those outside can see you, collared, naked and freshly fucked - fully divested of your female virginity. Your oozing pussy was potentially an issue. If it was a plus pill then pregnancy was a real risk for you right now. The thought should have bothered you more. Barefoot. Pregnant. Steve's child growing in your womb. Your pussy quivered and dribbled more. "Bridget, get over here and clean up this sopping mess with your tongue." He instructed your fellow submissive slut. "Yes sir," she crawled forwards on all fours and obediently powered her head and started to leisurely lick her spouses cum from your cunt. "Master... can you fuck me too?" She asked hopefully. "I'm feeling left out." Her pretty ass swayed. Steve grinned. "We need to make this permanent I think. Polygamy is frowned on normally but with the mental changes you've both gone through I think we might give it a try..." "Steve... the pill?" He grins. Steve does not reply, merely grinning as Bridget fastidiously laps up the cum. Your darkly swollen sex is soon clean but that doesn't stop Bridget. She looks up into your eyes and shakes her head slightly, answering your question. Steve has his hand on her hips, positioning himself behind her to screw her doggy style and so misses the interplay between yourself and his not totally subjugated spouse. Her breathing quickens and her eyes glaze in mindless contentment as he thrusts into her. He pauses, fully inside her and then reaches forward to give you a plus pill. "I bought two pills. Put that in her mouth and tell her to swallow. I think it would be best if her best friend gave it to her... a fellow fallen completing her emasculation." Bridget arched her back and moved her small lithe body in concert with his thrust. Small breasts bouncing. Her mouth slack and her face devoid of thought. She was the epitome of the term 'fucking your brains out'. The blankness in her eyes as intense sexual pleasure robbed her of intellect was strangely erotic, and yet she managed to obediently work her tongue, circling your sensitive clit. You'd just been there your self. You felt a stab of envy as you rolled the plus tablet between thumb and forefinger. You wanted to be there again. If you put it in her mouth... she'd be there forever. She would truly be submissive Bridget... that sexy slim Nordic woman who was clearly utterly enthralled. She would be happy. Just as you dry mouthedly knew you'd be happy if you were stuck like this. But there was only one pill. Right? You'd not taken one. Bridget had just communicated that to you. Hadn't she? You couldn't make this decision for your friend... but... you bit your lip as your besties' tongue slid lower and into you. God that felt good. You didn't want this to end. You could take the pill. You struggle with the idea. X-Change was a drug and some said it was addictive. People made bad decisions on it all the time. Binging on X-Change was not common though. But some people just couldn't stop once they started. You could understand. You weren't yourself at the moment. Yes you had a pussy. "Hmmm yes Bridget, deeper girl," you cajoled. You had breasts. Your nipple ached. But... "oh..." you moaned. Your mind though. Such pleasure. Hormones. Sensations. New thoughts being triggered. New desires and proclivities being imposed by the drug and your body. A submissive embraces her lowly status. Seems to perpetuate it because that is what she is. What you are...? You shake you head. You're a switch. A domme and a sub. But being a sub is so much better. Why fight it? God her tongue is deft and delectable... You consider the pill. Of your own free will would you enslave yourself. Swap a cock for a cunt. Embrace a life on your knees. You look at Bridget's mindless fuck face. Your resolve coalesces and you take the pill. Steve blinks. "You're taking a second pill? That's... I'll advised. Two custom pills... who knows what might happen." "Huh? I thought my first was a placebo ... you were just fucking with me for shits and giggles... What did I take?" You gasp. You shudder as the two pills start to take hold. You feel yourself getting smaller. Your small breasts expanding, nipples large and tingling with increased sensitivity. Your waist narrows further. Your hips widen. Where before you'd been a slinky svelte slimly curved woman you were now a shorter much curvier creature. A sexpot. Sexually exaggerated. Your face felt different. You stared up at the ceiling and your reflection there. Before you'd looked almost Asian. Now you were. But younger. Barely 20. Much shorter. About five foot. If that. Young innocent soulful eyes, a girlish face with cock sucking lips and a body made for sin. Your sex reformed slightly. Your nether lips fuller, fleshier, more fuckable. Your clit extending out of its puffed up hood slightly. Your nipples longer. Your mind though. If you questioned whether you were a switch before you now knew you were a sub. Bridget grinned and wrapped her mouth around your newly altered clit. Your eyes glazed. "Oh... yes... Bwidget..." you found yourself drooling in slack jawed opiate-like bliss, unaware how much your voice has changed. "You silly cunt, you deserve to be like that..." Bridget gasps as Steve cums in her, thrusting deep, grunting as he fills her. Then she cums. You watch with a passive arousal. Then Steve slides out of his spouses cunt and stands. He looks at you both. Your silken cheongsam lies on the floor. Will it fit? He reaches down and picks it up to clean his thick cock with then he unclips the two leashes from their respective d-bolts. " Michele... Missy. Lick out your mistresses sex. She's all messy." He instructs. You find yourself scurrying to obey. Big breasts and wide hips swaying dramatically as you move to her sex and lick it clean. You're now the bottom totem of this little m?nage-a-trios. You find yourself loving it. Missy. Such a silly girlish objectifying name. You love it, but a part of you worries. Just how extensive are these changes. "You thought those were plus pills..." Steve asked. "Seriously?" You blushed and nodded as you finished. Cum tasted so yummy. You look from mistress Bridget to master Steven. Steve passes you cheongsam to Bridget. "Put this on. We're going home. I'll take your leash. You take Missy's here." He instructs. Bridget puts on the cum stain dress. It fits her well. Then like a debauched daisy chain you all file out of the curtained room through the main bar to the exit. You're naked. Small. Vulnerable. Horny. Enslaved. A limo with black tinted windows is called and Steve takes your plastic from your purse to pay. "Two pink plus pills and one blue please also. Missy has inspired me. It seems we have a keeper. And I think it's time we dispensed with our role playing. Time for you to be my fuckpet twenty four seven." The cashier looks to you and you blush and nod, typing in your pin to pay. So he had a plus pills now... you feel a giddy anticipation. Childishly perverse. Then you move to the limo. Steve sits in a plush leather seat and pours himself a drink at your expense. You and Bridget lie on the floor. Bridget pulling you to her lap, patting you like you were a good pet. Which was what you were now. "You seemed rather useful with your mouth Missy. Can you suck cock?" Steve asks. "Bridget here is not very good at that. Lack of knowledge isn't an excuse. You're either a cocksucker or you need to learn. When I was Bridget I excelled at cock sucking..." Bridget grew ashamed as her shortcomings were exposed. "We've been doing these weekend swaps for years now. In fact it would be true to say that I'm a better friend to Mike than little Bridget. But we need to take the logical step..." You tentatively unzip your masters pants and with your tiny hand remove his cock. "Pwease Master..." your eyes widen at the childish lisp you now have. It serves to accentuate your girlishness. "May I have a pwus pill?" You wrap your cock sucking lips around that big head. Then pull back, trailing saliva. "I wanna serve Bwidget and you... pwease??" Option 2 Go to your room. Before heading deeper into the fetish club you need to drop off your shoulder bag in your room. A quick ride on the elevator up to your floor and you are standing outside your room. You swipe the card and enter. The room is simply but expensively furnished and you take a moment to explore it fully. It's dominant feature is a queen-sized bed with black satin sheets. You note that in addition to a stainless steel frame just perfect for attaching handcuffs to that each corner of the bed has a short length of steel chain with a padded leather ankle or wrist cuff attached. You sit on the corner of the bed as you lay down your shoulder bag and inspect the chain and cuff closest. "Just perfect," you say to yourself after examining how secure the chain is bolted to the bed and how sturdy the cuffs appear. "Hopefully I shall find a suitable candidate to fill these tonight." There is not much more furniture to the room, a wardrobe a mirrored dressing table with chair and a small minibar. A door leads off and a quick look inside confirms that it is a ensuite toilet and shower. The bathroom has all you would expect with one addition. In one corner of the room is an upright stainless steel pole. Intrigued you examine it closely. It is around three inches in diameter and stands mid thigh height to you, the words "Property of the Vanilla Alternative" are stencilled in black on the steel shaft.. At it's top of the shaft is a small pad, to which is fixed a polished steel dildo about six inches in length which shines with a thin coating of lubricant. There is a button just below the dildo, which of course you press. The dildo tip begins to buzz quietly and you touch it to discover that it is now vibrating. A second press of the button and the vibration and buzzing cease. The obvious purpose of the dildo tipped shaft has made you curious and mildly excited. You feel a slight increase in warmth and moistness in your as yet unexplored pussy. This seems like an ideal opportunity to acquaint yourself with your new female anatomy for a few minutes before venturing downstairs. Positioning yourself over the pole with legs slightly apart the tip of the shiny metal dildo is an inch or two below your meticulously shaven labia. It is at this moment that you notice a second button mounted on the wall nearby and a plaque reading "Press for assistance". "How odd," you muse. "A curious place to put a room service button." With hands trembling slightly from anticipation you reach beneath the cheongsam and pull aside the tiny black thong to expose you bald sex. You have to bend your knees slightly to sink down onto the dildo and the lightly oiled tip nuzzles against and then gently pushes apart your hairless labia. You sigh as you crouch slightly and around half the dildo eases it's way inside you. You reach down and press the button on the steel pole and the metal dildo buzzes into life and gentle vibrates inside your tight quim. "Oh that's good," you murmur as you feel the motion of the dildo inside your pussy and close your eyes to savour he delightful sensations. After a few seconds of just standing still your pussy feels tingly and wet and you start to rock your hips and slide cautiously down another inch or two. Then you straighten your legs and lift back off until the dildo almost slips out. Moaning softly you start to knead your breasts through the material of your cheongsam and continue to gently ride the dildo. "Oooh yes, that's very good indeed," you tell yourself. "Once I find myself a pretty little subby downstairs I must make her lick and finger me, maybe even use a vibrator." Lost in these delightful thoughts you spend the next couple of minutes working yourself off on the metal phallus and your cunt is very wet indeed now. In fact you have been sliding so easily up and down on the toy that it comes as a surprise when you realise that you are no longer bending your knees anywhere near as much for the dildo to enter almost entirely inside you. In your highly aroused state it takes a nearly a minute for you to tear your concentration from the action of the vibrator and focus on the implications. Since you're obviously not shrinking then the dildo must be moving upwards. It's movement must be gradual for you not to have noticed. You straighten your legs fully and rise to your full height and sure enough the dildo is still halfway inside you. Since it's tip started a couple of inches beneath your labia then somehow the pole has raised about six inches in the last couple of minutes. Reaching down you find to some alarm that you fingers can no longer reach the button that turned the contraption on. You go to bend over only to discover that with the dildo inside your about four inches now that attempting to bend down is very uncomfortable indeed. Bent over as much as you dare your fingers take several more seconds to find the button you can no longer see and press it. By now almost the whole dildo is still inside you when you straighten up. Slowly the full consequences begin to dawn on you. If you were barefooted or wearing flat shoes or trainers then you could raise yourself onto your toes and lift yourself off. In the six inch heeled ankle boots however you were already up on your toes and unable to bend your knees or flex your feet then jumping was likewise impossible. For the next ten minutes you try everything you can think of to get off the pole. Bending over to grab it and lift yourself is impossible, you can neither bend far enough or grip the smooth pole hard enough. Hitching up your cheongsam and lifting one leg or turning around simply works the dildo around inside your pussy and makes you more distracted and aroused. Eventually you admit defeat and look to the small plaque on the wall. It seems unless you summon assistance you are stuck in this embarrassing predicament. After exhausting all other options you concede to yourself that you must summon assistance. Somehow this device must reset and retract or in the very worst scenario you could be lifted off of the impaling dildo. You then have to wait several minutes for someone to arrive. "Miss Nishimoto? You rang for assistance?" the voice, female thankfully is muffled as are the knocks upon the door to your room. "Come in," you call out loudly so your voice will carry through two closed doors. "Miss Nishimoto?" the voice is clearer now. The woman has obviously let herself into your room with a staff pass-card. It sounds like the young woman from the front desk. You breathe a sigh of relief, you had been dreading a man finding you in this embarrassing predicament.The young woman on the other hand had been most polite and deferential to you so you feel certain she will help you. "I'm in the bathroom," you call out more quietly. The door opens and it is indeed the girl from the lobby downstairs. She is very pretty, a young blonde in her late teens or early twenties. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail and she wears a plain white shirt and tight black pants with kitten heeled sandals. She looks to you and just as you had hoped she neither laughs or runs from the room in shock. She smiles gently and crosses to the corner where you stand trapped. "How may I be of assistance Miss Nishimoto?" the young woman asks. It seems a slightly odd question. Although you have pulled your cheongsam down and both your pussy and the base of the dildo stuck inside it are hidden, the chrome pole the dildo is mounted upon is clearly evident and the girl would have knowledge of the rooms contents. You had wished not having to explain how you came to be in this situation. "I find myself somewhat trapped," you are forced to admit. "A vibrating sex toy mounted on this pole is inside me and with these heels I am unable to lift myself off." "Hmmm, I shall need to take a closer look to see how I might proceed," the young blonde says, she kneels and reaches for the hem of our cheongsam. "With your permission Miss Nishimoto?" You nod your agreement and the pretty blonde pulls up the cheongsam and eases it over your hips. Your bald labia distended around the metal dildo are now clearly on show but the girl continues to lift the oriental dress upwards. "I think to see the situation most clearly and be of assistance it would be best to remove this completely," the girl says in a reasonable manner. Though you disagree that removing the oriental dress completely is absolutely necessary her apparent willingness to help leads you to comply and you raise your arms so that she might pull the dress up and over your head. She folds it neatly and hangs it over a rail beside the shower. Returning to you she squats and looks closely at your hairless vulva spread wide and impaled on the infuriating device. Her fingers stroke and probe at your labia and you almost moan out loud at this first touch on your female sex by a hand other than your own. "I see," the girl says slowly and thoughtfully. "How exactly did you come to be on this sex toy if it is too far inside you to step off." "The pole was much lower at that time," you say somewhat curtly, feeling exasperated by the question. "The pole apparently rises somehow when the sex toy is activated and I did not notice this at the time." "Really?" the woman muses. "You did not notice that a sex toy was slowly pushing up into your cock hungry cunt because you were too wet and horny at the time. Understandable for a slut I suppose." It takes a moment or two to process what the girl has said. "Wh...what did you just say?" you bluster in confusion. "You heard exactly what I said," the blonde girl retorts with a hint of exasperation. "Unless I am very much mistaken then your hearing will be perfect and your eyesight twenty twenty. It always is with X-Change." "How...Why do you think I'm on X-Change," you correct yourself, but a moment too late. "And what right would that give you to talk to me in this manner." The blonde stands up and takes a step or two backwards and looks you up and down critically. Embarrassed you protectively cover your small breasts with one arm and hide your exposed pussy with your other hand. The girl laughs and shakes her head. "Well the first part was simply an educated guess based upon experience. You are obviously a perfect piece of fuckmeat as all X- Change girls are, but that in itself would not mean you were not naturally born female. I am willing to bet that I'd find no ID for a Michelle Nishimoto in your purse though. I could also check the details of the advance credit card booking and I'd expect it was paid for by a man who was mysteriously unavailable to be contacted right now." She smiles again. "Actually it makes no difference whatsoever to how I talk to you. Now that you are temporarily property of the Vanilla Alternative as an employee whether you're an X-Change girl or natural I am in effect your owner." "Property...Owner...what the fuck are you talking about?" the whole bizarre turn of events have you confused and a little scared. "That was in the brochure. The one at the desk that is, not the short version online," the girl seems to be enjoying herself explaining all this. "Any guest who collars themselves, locks themselves in bondage equipment or devices or willingly consents for others to do such is considered to be submissive for the duration of their stay. The device you are on, which we call the slut trap is clearly marked "Property of the Vanilla Alternative". For your own protection you are considered property of the Vanilla Alternative so that we might step in and exert owner's rights should any other guest get out of line." "B..but I never agreed to any of that," you stammer. "By completing payment and checking in you agreed to become a club member and abide by it's rules even if you'd declined the opportunity given to read those rules," she explains. "Now you be good little girl and stay right there and I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to get a few things before we go downstairs to the dungeon." For the next few minutes return to futile efforts to remove yourself from the trap unaided. Spreading your labia wide with your fingers you try rocking back and forth, but that clearly does nothing but agitate the dildo inside you. Next you bring one knee up and try to lean sideways hoping it might work. You do manage to lift an inch or two, but nowhere near enough to slide free of the remaining length of sextoy in your pussy. When the woman returns you have resorted to scrabbling at the walls in desperation as if the smooth surface could give you anything to grip by which you could lift yourself. "Don't exhaust yourself little slut," the girl chides you. "You'll need that energy for whatever use the patrons wish to make of you." "Now see here Miss," you say hotly. "I don't take kindly to being talked down to by a mere slip of a girl barely out of college by the looks of you." "Do you not indeed?" she laughs lightly as she sets down an open box nearby. "You seem to be forgetting that this mere slip of a girl currently looks to be no younger than you do." "The simplicity of the slut trap always amuses me," she says conversationally as she rummages inside the box and produces a set of steel handcuffs. "Your arms and hands are free, your legs are free. But there you without chains or locks completely immobilised by your own cunt a pair of fuck me heels and your slutty stupidity." "So what's it to be?" the blonde asks. "Will you cooperate so we can speed this up and get you off of there quite quickly or will you put up quite pointless resistance and drag the process out much longer?" "Very well, I submit," you say testily. Despite being smaller in your female form the young receptionist is quite petite. Once the girl has released you from this frustrating trap you intend to overpower her or push past her and make your escape from the club as quickly as possible. "Excellent, though I'm sure you'll be perfectly understanding if I take a few precautions rather than take your word blindly," the girl replies with a smirk. She moves behind you and grabs one of your wrists. You feel a slap against the wrist and the cold steel of the handcuffs close around it, quickly she pulls your other arm close and manacles that wrist as well. As she returns to the box you pull at the handcuffs, but they are on tightly and secure. "Really Miss, there is no need for these at all," you protest. "I told you that I submit." "Firstly the proper address now is Mistress Sarah," the young woman admonishes you. "You are the slave now and I and any other members of staff are Mistresses and Masters. Once you are in the dungeon then any patrons in the dominant role are Masters or Mistresses as well. Only other slaves can be considered as equals. Secondly I have worked in this position long enough not to trust blindly the word of someone foolish enough to enslave themselves by mistake. They very often believe that running away from the situation to be preferable. You are by far not the first mare I've wrangled." While she has been talking Sarah has lifted a new Item from the box, With your interest in bondage and domination you recognise it easily enough. A leather sleeve a couple of feet in length fitted with numerous buckles and straps, an armbinder used to immobilise a slave's arms completely behind their back. "Oh no!" you gasp as you realise what is about to be done to you. "Oh, but yes," Sarah chuckles as she moves behind you once more. The leather sleeve is pulled up over your handcuffed arms despite the pointless wriggling and protests you make. Two straps go over your shoulders to stop the armbinder being pulled down and then Sara carefully tightens each of the buckles along its length. Your arms are gradually pulled tightly together behind you from your handcuffed wrists to a point a few inches above your elbows. In your many bondage movies you had always admired the effect of the armbinder on slavegirls. The way it leaves them so helpless and the improvement in posture of pulling back the shoulders thrusts out their chests and makes their breasts seem so much more perky and accessible. A glance downwards confirms that your rather modest breasts do indeed look more prominent now with the nipples achingly stiff. "There, that is a pretty improvement," Sarah says, echoing your own thoughts in a rather happier mood than your own. "Even little titties like yours girl look so pretty when the slut is in a sleeve. Next you wont be needing these tonight." Sarah squats in front of you and slides down your tiny black thong all the way to your ankles. With a growl of frustration you lift one leg at a time when Sarah commands you so she can pull them over your ankles and stiletto boots and remove them completely. The next item Mistress Sarah retrieves from the box is a slim black leather collar with "VA SLAVE" spelled out in chrome lettering upon it. You give a soft moan as Sarah holds it up for you to see and read. The club mistress sweeps back your long black hair so she does not trap it and wraps the collar around your slender feminine neck. As she tightens the collar and buckles it in place your heart is racing and despite your predicament you feel a thrill of excitement, the act of collaring having always excited you in the movies and stories you loved about domination. "Oh my, you look perfect," your Mistress says admiringly as she steps back to inspect you. "Take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see and how you feel Michelle." Mistress Sarah pulls the door to the bathroom shut. On the back of the door is a full length mirror and you finally get a good look at how you now appear. "Oh my god," you gasp as you stare at you reflection. If you were safely back home in your male body seeing this image on your computer or television there's no doubt at all your cock would be rock hard right now and that you would be happily jerking off. If you were in Sarah's position whether male or female you doubt you could keep your hands to yourself. The reflection shows an adorable slave, completely helpless and ready to be toyed with and used. This was just what you had come to the Vanilla Alternative to experience in real life rather than just as a masturbatory fantasy. With one glaring contradiction of course. The slave was not meant to be yourself. "That is just perfect," you say softly, your appreciation of the image overcoming the fact that this was not your intended role in the fantasy. "Mmmhmm. A little narcissistic given the circumstances, but I'd agree you do make a perfect little submissive," Sarah laughs. "I love the way you tight bald cunt bulges around the dildo shaft, especially knowing there's another six inches of that shiny pole inside you." You glance down to where Sarah has drawn you attention. Your darkened hairless mons does swell out enticingly around the smooth chrome dildo and the shine on both your spread labia and the pole's shaft can only be feminine juice leaking from your impaled pussy. Sarah now does exactly what you know you would do if positions were reversed and steps close and strokes your gistening pudenda and cunt lips. You cannot restrain the moan that comes as her slim fingers caress your stuffed labia. The fact that the young blonde is fully dressed and you now have only the boots, armbinder and collar impresses upon you the difference in your status and roles at this moment. "You just can't help yourself can you?" Sarah whispers seductively as she continues to stroke your bulging labia. "Even though that gorgeous piece of fuckmeat is you yourself, it's still feeding countless fantasies that are stuck in your head and turning you on no matter how dominant you thought you were. I can feel how wet you have gotten already and I've barely touched you yet." "But I'm a Domme," you insist, though your words lack real conviction. "I am, I know it." "Shhhh, girl," Mistress Sarah says soothingly. "Perhaps another night you might be, assuming that you visit the club again and still want that." "Why wouldn't I?" you ask confused. "Who would not want to be the one controlling the fantasy?" Sarah just smiles in reply. She goes back to the box and gets a chain lead and a small key-bar. After clipping the lead to a ring on the front of your collar she kneels and inserts the key into the base of the pole that holds you trapped. You hear a faint click and slowly the hydraulics that must power the pole reverse and you can feel the metal dildo inside you pulling down and withdrawing from your distended pussy. It takes a few seconds to completely sink low enough to pull free completely. You feel oddly empty after being impaled upon it's length all this time now that it is no longer inside you and your cunt is unplugged. "Don't feel so sad, It will no doubt be replaced by something else very shortly," Sarah giggles, once more seeming to know exactly what you are thinking. "Another dildo or vibe maybe or perhaps a big flesh and blood cock. It depends who wants to play with you first in the dungeon. There'll certainly be no shortage of dominants wanting to sample such a pretty piece of fresh meat." "Come along then Michelle," Sarah says turning towards the door and giving a gentle tug on the lead. "Time for you to meet the other patrons." Sarah seems to be taking a circuitous route to the dungeon as she leads you to a small back stairway and down to another bar. You find walking with the arm sleeve and heels difficult and a little taxing, Sarah guiding you through your paces with the leash. Navigating the stairs in particular is difficult and you worry you might stumble. You blush shamefacedly as you pass other similarly naked and bound girls, all with their eyes downcast. One has a ball gag in her mouth and wears a clear latex body suit that accentuates her lush curves and leaves nothing to the imagination. Another in a corset and arm spreader bar is led by you - she has a glazed expression and you realise she has a vibrator inside her, the small machine buzzing away inside her, the control held by her master. "I'm thinking we should go too the auction..." "Auction?" you ask. Sarah nods. "Come along poppet," She tugs your leash and leads you from the stairs into a dimly lit room. At one end sits a raised spotlighted Dias upon which stands a pretty Latino girl in a corset and heels, small breasts and rounded hips alluringly lit from above. She stands meekly, hopefully, offering herself up to the bidders. A collar matching yours adorns her neck and her leash is held by another employee of the establishment. A number of other collared and leashed submissives, male and female, are lined up for sale. You see the prospective purchasers inspecting them intimately. You'd feel embarrassed and exposed if you were in your regular male flesh, but heeled, sleeved, collared, leashed and nakedly female makes this situation doubly so. And surprisingly arousing. Before it had only been Mistress Sarah, an employee performing her duties. Now there were patrons. Many of them. Your shoulders pinned back by the armbinder sleeve out thrusts your small breasts dramatically. You try to turn but Sarah pulls you forward, sending through the crowd, hungry eyes on you. You can't even use your hands to cover your hardening nipples or moistening and swelling crotch. Your fresh shaven mons means your female sex is front and centre, boldly presented to the masters and mistresses. You sense a change of atmosphere in the room. Those present can perceive your uncertainty and hesitance. They know fresh meat, a foolishly entrapped cunt, when they see it. There is a sense of familiarity between the masters and slaves here. This scene you have entered has played out numerous times and grown old. You are something new. The dommes see potential new entertainment with an unknown but clearly reticent thrall. The subs eye you with mixed emotions. Coy interest, petty jealousy, sexual desire... you are the proverbial cat amongst the canaries. Or more aptly the canary amongst the cats. You are led to the end of the auction line, your collar hitched to a rail beside the other subs. A small busty Indian girl with too many piercings to count eyes you from beneath dusky lashes, her hands are tied with coarse rope. "You're new..." she observes as she leans in and licks your nipple. "I hope we get bought by the same buyer... you look yummy." The dommes continue to talk and your cheeks burn. You swallow. "How does this work?" you ask nervously. The Indian lass grins as she looks over your haughtily restrained body. She stands shorter than you and her pierced pink nipples grow plump as she eyes you. "Hmmm. Sarah brought you... She checks the traps... anyone found in them can end up here, amongst other places. Everyone here knows that. But first timers and reluctant subs end up here... There is a floor with subs in various bondage restraints where your orifices can be taken by all and sundry... another with pet play... you did read the Vanilla Alternative's user guidelines, right?" She asked in a hushed voice. "Oh my god. You fucked up didn't you?" "Of course I read them. I intended to come here." You respond. You'd skimmed it. Perhaps you should have paid it more heed. As you stand there you realise your nose has an itch you can't scratch. You try and blow on it. "So you know, if you take a submissive role then you are required to continue that role until the club closes. That's at 3 am. After that you can go home... or to your owners home. That's where the real fun starts... Now dominants will bid on us. Because Sarah brought you they'll want to know if you're a voluntary sub or a reluctant one... which trap were you in?" She asks. "I like to restrain myself on one of the bondage beds. It takes some skill, trust me... Sometimes a Domme will find me naked and restrained there and take me before Sarah finds me. I like to act like I didn't know what I was doing... it tends to turn them on more.... but judging from the door you came from... you were being impaled on the fuck machine." She runs a hand down your flank teasingly. "Curiosity got the better of you huh? I wish I could have seen that..." You blushed as your disgrace is revealed. "I didn't know it was a trap. I was just curious," you protest as your face fidgets. Itchy. She laughs. "Hmmm. I do wish I'd found you. Don't worry though." "As long as you were having fun." Your blush deepens. "Can you free my arms?" you ask hopefully. The Indian girl shakes her head. "That's against the rules..." she quiets as a male Domme approaches you both and produces a ball gag. The Indian girl lets out a little eep of concern as he pushes it into her mouth to quiet her. "Quiet Saya... now then..." He turns to face you. He eyes your slimly pinioned shoulders and out thrust breasts. "What do we have here?" He asks as he casually fingers Saya's sex, grabbing her clit stud and tugging it gently, watching your response intently. Saya gasps and closes her eyes in sensual bliss. "A new toy to possess?" He tilts his head and slips a finger into Saya then eyes your bald sex. "A pretty little thing..." he withdraws his moist fingers from Saya's snatch and raises them to your chin. He pushes one into your mouth and you taste her sex as he inspects your teeth. It's like he's looking a gift horse in the mouth. Weighing up your fitness and worth as though you were livestock to be owned and bred. As he gently examines your teeth his other hand roams over your body, inspecting it, confidently taking it's measure in a way that belittles you. reduces you to a mere object. One would not be so casual with anyone but a slave. Your nipples harden more at the reminder of your lowly status. Your bald pussy moistens. You shiver as his hand caresses you, gripping a breast to assess its weight, cupping a buttock to determine its quality, pinching a nipple to gauge your sexual acuity, tracing the trim curve of your belly, taking stock of your supple limbs. With your arms bound you can't stop him and this heightens your sense of vulnerability and helplessness. You bite you lip with coy nervousness. He would make a good master you intuit. Firm. Strong. Direct. Self sure. It's getting you aroused. He leans in, hand on your mons promising to delve lower, mouth close to your ear as he whispers down to you, his suited form in contrast to your naked one. Tall. Strong. In control. Masculine. You smell his cologne. Can feel his rougher cheek against your softer one as he breaths certain promises to you. "You're going to be mine. You'll make an excellent slave... I have a sense for these things. You don't know it yet but you're going to become addicted to thraldom. You will flourish - naked and restrained on your knees in my dominating shadow. A natural submissive. You'll learn your place and love it." He looked down at your rock hard nipples, your breaths aroused, his hand a barometer of the heat and moistness betwixt your squirming thighs. "I'm going to fuck you into the ground, on your hands and knees. Slave," he says with a masters assurance. Your pussy quivers and you nod mutely, not trusting yourself to speak. This was unexpected. "Soon you'll be mine," he promises. You shiver in concern. This wasn't how this evening was meant to go. Things had gone off the rails. A bit of harmless masturbatory experimentation had turned into the very real possibility of losing your female virginity to a man. You had no doubt that if he was successful at the auction he'd screw you. Your new sex is still tingling at the notion. But you'd voluntarily emasculated yourself, taken a pink pill and entered a den of dominance and submission... this was a very real possibility that had given this adventure an edge of risk and excitement. You'd been flirting with submission by climbing into the mechanical fucking contraption. The fresh memory of being impaled on that metal phallus, the shaft pistoning into the depths of your pussy, stretching it pleasurably, then finding yourself trapped and shamefully calling for help... it was very pleasant. You're a girl now. As intended.... but... Naked. Bound. Aroused. The thought of him fucking you... well it's not as bad as you'd thought. This was adventure and excitement of a new kind. The nameless man looks across at a primly dressed dominatrix. "Hmm. Janet wants you. She was once John but decided to use X-change and have some domme lesbian action with a sub here. She failed to read the fine print of entry here - X-change is taboo and she got caught by one of VA's random X-change lock pills. Now she's stuck like that. Stupid cunt..." your eyes widen - they administer random lock pills here! You could end up like Janet - trapped in female flesh.... but he fails to notice your very real concern. Saya doesn't. She regards you contemplatively. You realise you'll need to keep her gagged. "If you buy me... buy Saya too. She... is more experienced and I think she can help me in ways you can't. And... I... I like seeing you dominate her...." you try and think. "I like her gagged - gagged and bound... it's exciting... is that wrong... um master?" You say the honorific uncertainly, hoping to manipulate him, and he senses how much you want her bound and gagged as a sister slave. "Saya. I've had her too many times to count... perhaps." Janet approached. "William, I see we will be competing..." she says. Janet looks you over, riding crop in hand, stance formal and rigid. There is something cold and angrily aggressive about her that makes you quail. She is shorter than you. Dark haired and olive eyed. Her complexion is Mediterranean. Hair in a half shaved asymmetrical cut. A military tattoo on one shoulder. Her small body is toned and muscled, slimly curved and oddly large breasted and large assed, assets accentuated by her tightly cinched gossamer black corset. You smell a hint of gender neutral after shave... She must visit the gym a lot. No doubt the X-change she took made her small, weak and exaggeratedly curvaceous and she's been struggling to assert her former masculinity upon its daintiness. She sees you looking at her. "Hmmm. Rather bold. I think this one needs to learn her place. I can train her..." You blanch and look at her feet. She wears thigh length high healed black leather boots - with spurs no less - and you reevaluate her height. Four foot nine. Tiny. She was a tiny fuckpet playing a dominant role. She looked more like a sub. But her demeanour and anger were pure Domme. In fact they made her even more intimidating. Small man syndrome with added emasculation issues.... scary. You realise that she would never have chosen such a small form. This must have been the work of the X-change plus she'd been administered. You grew more concerned for yourself. What if...? A tiny sexpot sub... Janet strutted about you, a little dictator, riding crop in hand as she used it to inspect you with a clinical, almost military precision. It hit your inner thigh and forced your legs apart, sliding up from behind to glide along your sex, forcing you up on your toes as it sat between the lips of your sex. It slid back and then with quick efficient slaps she had your shoulders even further back, breasts up an out, back straight, chin up, and body at attention... except for you bound arms. William grins. "You know I'd love to play lance corporal to your privates Janet." Janet turned and like a cat she moved, swift and decisive, grabbing Williams crotch in her slim fingers and pressing into him threateningly. "No man is ever going to do that. If you want to keep this feeble excuse for a cock you'd best forget such thoughts." She growled as she squeezed. William winced. "You're fighting the inevitable. Those surrogate slaves will date you for only so long..." he said despite his pain. Janet eyed him dangerously. Then she let him go. "I'm twice the man you'll ever be." She turned and stalked off. "She's pissed. I don't envy you if she wins the auction...." William said with a wink. "At ease slave..." He turned and left as others came to inspect you. You put up with the demeaning attention. Hands squeezing your breasts, nipples, peeling back your hood to expose your clit, fingers sliding along your lips or into them, a thumb in your anus, hands on your ass cheeks, fingers outlying your ears, lips, nose... in ones and twos they came and inspected the merchandise. A change of perspective, Janet. Janet hung back in the knot of dominants observing the auction a scowl on her beautiful elfin face. "Curse that William," she thought bitterly to herself. Janet was certain he was the one who had conspired to have her dosed with an X-Change plus pill. They had been long been rivals before that, but as John she had always been that little bit taller, more muscular and with her military training the more imposing and dangerous. It was only when she had become trapped in this petite female body that he could ascend to be the alpha male of the clique of regular dominants at the Vanilla Alternative. Curse him too for the unwanted effect that close proximity to him had upon her. Janet could feel the moistness in her tight shaven pussy dampening her leather thong after that brief encounter and the sensitivity in her hardened nipples as they rubbed against the tightly cinched corset. Janet had tried to suppress the effect, but her unconscious mind would not allow it. The belief was persistent from her previous life that strong males were rightfully the masters and females were rightfully submissive toys. She took a small sip of her bourbon. Only a tiny sip and the drink was heavily diluted with water, another loss for her as this tiny form had only a fraction of the capacity for alcohol to which she was accustomed. It was clear that William craved this new slave, Michelle. "Did he know or suspect," Janet mused. She had been very thorough in her examination of the girl and had been unable to find a single blemish or flaw upon her body. That was unnatural and like her own flawless body could only be the product of X-Change. The knowledge that Michelle was another pill user only stoked Janet's own desire for her. Unlike William though Janet had no intention of revealing her suspicions. She desired Michelle to submit to her and her alone by choice. It would drive her rival wild if she could seduce Michelle into making her submissive female state permanent, to make her so besotted with her mistress that she became her full time pet. William would seethe every time Janet led the leashed girl into the club and saw the adoration and love in her eyes for her mistress. Janet paid little attention to the auction of the slave Sylvia. Perhaps if she had not seen Michelle and more importantly William's interest in her she may have bid, she had ample funds and Sylvia was young and angelic. Ultimately though she was too willingly submissive and no challenge at all. Janet glanced across towards William, he too paid scant attention to Sylvia's sale. No doubt he also would wait until Michelle was led to the podium before bidding. The auction continues on. Next there is a snivelling male, hardly worthy of his manhood Janet thought as she regarded him. An unremarkable man that would willingly enslave himself. Janet's jaw clenched as she regarded his obvious erection with ... envy. Her cock was long gone and here was a man who didn't deserve it. She toyed with the idea of buying him, tying him up, feeding him a pink x-change plus pill and gently gripping his manhood for one last time. Stroking its firm rigidness as his balls shrivelled and drew up inside him, his shaft shrunk down a tiny nub and she could finger the new girl at leisure. Take a cock to that virgin pussy. The notion made her shudder. God she missed her cock. She missed fucking girls. The way there moist velvet warmth sheathed her sex. Cocks in pussies... She hated how her fantasies came back to heterosexual fantasies that she could no longer participate in as a man and she refused to entertain as a woman. She thought back regretfully to the memories of her own first use of x- change. Slipped to her as a Mickey... then the plus pill. She would not accept a submissive role. She was a man. She'd sublimate any such inappropriate thoughts onto her slave. And a man become a Slavegirl was perfect for her to do so with. Saya was next and she ignored the slave. Her elfin grin was devilish as they lifted Michelle's harnessed body with chains. She dangled slowly under the spotlight, leg spreader and armbinder giving the slim dark haired girl a very restrained and vulnerable appearance. "What am I bid?!" Janet waves a hand, eyes covetous of Michelle's fresh shaven sex that mirrored her own. Bending Michelle to her will, wrapping the former man about her finger. Figuratively and literally. They removed the restrained thralls blindfold and she blinked against the light, straining to see. Janet stared intently at Michelle's eyes. Michelle swallowed as she was displayed like a tasty morsel on a hook. So helpless. Janet admired the artful reduction of the girl to a thrall. The spreader put her sex out there as she slowly twisted. "Mistress Janet bids two thousand. Master William bids three..." the auctioneer went up by thousand dollar bids. William had moved through the crowd to stand beside Janet. "I can't help but imagine you up there... I've spoken to your partners. You keep your sex similarly shaven. She looks good enough to fuck... that really could be you. Eager for my cock inside you... I know the X- change you took makes you horny. You always said women deserved to be on their knees. Admit it. You want to be up there on the auction block. Everything you do is prelude to being my little fuck pet..." Janet grimaced and ignored the lure of his words. She was horny because she wanted to dominate Michelle. "You get off on me crushing your tiny cock...? Well you can find a vice and mash it yourself. If I have my way it would be you up there. In a tiny sex pot body, begging me to own you so you can lick my boots and I can stuff my dildo in your sopping girly cunt..." Janet bid. At five thousand he dropped to five hundreds. Soon it was just Janet and William. At seven and a half William dropped out. Janet grinned as the gavel came down and her ownership was declared. "Pussy." She mocked William. Janet moves slowly through the crowd to the auctioneer upon her high heels, spurs clinking and riding crop clasped expectantly in her tiny hands. The crowd murmured and subs move humbly from her path. "Put it on my tab... and have her sent to a private play room. Keep her restrained." Janet said. Sarah nods and with a clinking of chains and pulleys Michelle was hoisted up into the air by her harness and then guided along roof hung tracks to a nearby room. The auctioneer checks his ledger then regards Janet with disappointment. "I'm sorry Mistress Janet. You appear to have overextended yourself and are behind in your payments. This is something of a problem. You know our position on these things..." Janet grunted. One of the unfortunate outcomes of her permanent change into this body was her early retirement from the military on the grounds she was unfit for duty. Her pension was generous and regular and she owned several rental properties - but she had overextended herself this month. She should have checked her finances properly before committing to this purchase. "I'm good for it." She asserted, fully aware of the consequences of what she'd inadvertently done. Some of those that ended up on the auction block were switches that used their own sale to pay of credit. She bent her riding crop then produced her MasterCard- all good dommes had one. "Yes Janet..." the auctioneer says as he touched off on it and waited for the payment to clear. Janet watched intently. "Is everything ok?" William asked. "Your MasterCard was declined..." the vendor says. Janet's jaw clenched. This was beyond embarrassing. By all rights she could end up on that block to settle her debt. That William was here to see her in this position was unacceptable. Her reputation was in jeopardy. She was a Mistress! "Nothing for you too worry about," Janet said through ground teeth. "Hmmm, you do seem to be in a predicament. I am a gentleman though and would not take advantage of the fairer sex. Perhaps though ... if I were to pay and we could share Michelle..." William grinned. Janet's eyes flashed. "You can have her... all to yourself," she states. William shakes his head. "No. That's not what I want. I want to play... with you. As equals..." He grins condescendingly and Janet feels the mocking intent of his words, nodding at the slave block. "I am only interested in women," Janet said realising that she either accepted his offer or paid her debt in servitude. She knew he'd buy her. At least this way she could salvage some of her pride... it wasn't really a choice. She could do this. "So Janet. What will it be." "Very well then," Janet agreed with obvious reluctance. "I accept your offer. We shall share Michelle." She made a poor attempt at appearing relaxed about the decision, her agitation was plain. She looked up at William, the size difference between them acute when he stood so close. Even with her high heeled boots the top of Janet's head was still short of William's shoulder by several inches. In addition to their difference in height was the two dominants state of dress, with William fully clothed in an expensive suit whilst Janet wore only thigh high boots, a corset and a leather thong. "Excellent," William replied beaming a broad smile down at the petite domme. He presented the auctioneer with his credit card which went through the purchase without difficulty. "Ladies first of course, lead the way Janet," Janet deigned not to reply but turned on her heel and strode towards the elevators whilst William with his longer pace strolled leisurely to keep pace with her. He grinned as he observed her taut little ass, beautifully exposed by the thong as she walked. "I must say that I approve of your attire Janet," William said conversationally as they approached the elevator. "As it happens I often dress my subs similarly. The only thing missing is a collar and leash and I could be walking a new pet," Janet gritted her teeth, the same notion that a casual observer would assume William to be the master and she the slave had already occurred to her. She felt the heated flush and dampness in her sex that unsuppressable image elicited. She stabbed her finger at the button to summon the elevator. Thankfully for Janet the elevator ride was brief and silent. On reaching the floor where her private room was located Janet paced quickly out as soon as the doors opened and a short distance down the hallway. With no pockets available Janet had improvised, sliding her fingers into the tight cleavage of her corset she drew forth her swipe card and unlocked the door. William smiled. "Well at least that card worked for you Janet." The main room although small was furnished as a mini dungeon with two doors leading to a smaller bedroom and bathroom. A bondage rack was on one wall and an adjustable piece of bondage furniture was in the centre. Shelves on the wall held numerous floggers, dildos, pieces of bondage apparel and restraints. Michelle was towards the back of the room, still clad only in her high heels and arm sleeve. She was secured by a chain on her collar to a winch bolted onto the ceiling. Janet approaches Michelle. Michelle seemed very nervous, obviously not certain about her new role. The presence of William was flustering to Janet's normal equanimity. Were she alone with her new sub she'd exude confidence and self assurance, dominating their liaisons utterly. But under Williams apprising gaze she feels less than equal to that task. Undermined. More akin to his little thrall than a true Domme. Her heart beat faster and the warm leather thong on her crotch was moist. Her nipples were hardening. She gritted her teeth and denied her arousal. She eyed the dildo she would normally wear later in her exploitation of Michelle and knows in her heart it is not comparable to Williams cock. To put it on... would emphasise what she has lost. Williams gaze follows hers and his lips twitch as though he read her thoughts. Flustered she swings her riding crop and struts up to to the restrained Michelle, vicariously participating in the girls abject subjugation. "Hmm." She purrs then whips the girl's small breasts, taking out her anger on the former man. The crop leaves small red rectangular marks as Michelle lets out a satisfyingly girlish cry of surprise. Janet is petty and mean but also empathises with the girl. "Yes. You looked me in the eye... I'm your mistress. Your owner..." "Ahem, technically I own her..." William observes mildly. Janet scowls and whips Michelle. "You said I could go first. If you wish to control this situation I will happily leave." She growls, unpleased at his comment. "No. Please continue." Janet grunts and runs her riding crop down the girl's belly. Michelle squirms in arousal. Janet feels a small thrill of satisfaction, her sense of dominance bolstered. It irks Janet to be smaller than this weak girl. Belittling and reinforcing Michelle's emasculation empowers Janet. "I..." she ponders. William does not know that Michelle is really a man under the effects of X-change. "You enjoy this. You're a weak little slut, aren't you?" "Yes mistress," Michelle responds. Janet leans in and licks the girl's nipple, mouthing and biting it gently with her teeth. She turns to see William watching them. Smug and superior. He is a true master. Janet turns back and growls. "You took X-Change. Voluntarily. You reduced yourself to a fuck pet because you're not really a man. You want to be dominated. You deserve to be owned. You want to be fucked by a real cock..." she said then grimaced. She'd not meant to say the last. She stamped her foot. "Damn it William. I can't do this with you here. Just... get the fuck out!" She said. William stood and walked over to the racks of toys and lichee up a collar and leash. Silently he turned and looked at her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing with that!?" Janet growled as he approached her. She swung her riding crop at his face but he caught her wrist. Her eyes blazed. Her breathing came in small pants. She was so turned on suddenly. "No. I'm not a girl. I'm a man," she said fearfully as he collared her. William grinned and reached down to her thong and pushed it aside. "I..." his finger slid Around her moist slit and she leant into him with silent tears in her eyes and a look of denial on her pretty face. "....want to be fucked by a real cock?" William finishes Janet's sentence. "No!" Janet exclaims loudly, tears welling in her eyes. Caught by the grip of the collar he had buckled around her neck the diminutive domme was unable to pull away as his finger parted her smoothly bald labia and slid easily up her slick cunt. Janet gasped and wriggled in his grip, only succeeding in further inflaming her hot sex as it moved on his intruding finger. "If you are a man Janet it seems very strange that my finger happens to be inside your tight little cunt," William observed smirking, taking evident pleasure in emphasising the last word. "Your hot sopping wet cunt." Janet's only answer was a soft moan as the domme withdrew his finger and tasted the feminine juice coating it with a smile. "Sweet indeed, just as I suspected you would taste. Shall we proceed then? I believe you wished to fuck our Michelle Janet?" William turned and crossed to to a shelf holding various sex toys. Janet was tugged and forced to follow by the short length of leash he held clipped to her collar. William picked a dildo from the shelf and allowed a couple of feet of leash to play out. "You may use this Janet." The chained domme stared at the toy William held. It was not her usual dildo with it's strap on harness but a strapless feeldoe resembling two dildos merged together at right angles to one another. The toy was worn by inserting the shorter, thicker shaft into the vagina. Janet shook her head and scowled. "I do not want to use that one." "It matters not, this is the one I wish you to use," William replied assertively. "Remove your thong Janet," Janet hesitated a moment and then undid the clasp at the side of the thong. The small scrap of leather fell away from her hairless pussy revealing her female sex to the master. Her mons was shiny from the moisture within, her tight pale pink inner labial lips just discernible in the tight groove of her arousal swollen outer labia. "Such a sweet pretty cunt you have Janet," William commented as her sex was bared. He handed the feeldoe to Janet, who took it without further protest. "Proceed," Janet nodded with mixed emotions. The small girlish woman held the two ended dildo hesitantly in her tiny fingers. Then she looked at her bare sex and then Michelle's. Who would be fucking who exactly? In theory she would be the one screwing Michelle but... so far Janet had fastidiously avoided penetration. Her pussy was virgin territory. "It's just... I've not..." she blushed. She didn't know how to say this. She was a man! "Do you need help?" Willian asked. "No. I know my way around a pussy." So saying she took the bulbous head and pressed it to her already moist lips. She shivered as her pussy spread about the thick shaft and she gently pushed it inside. The small end stretched her labia and slid snug and firm into her depths, the curved part ergonomically designed to press quite naturally against her clit and mons. She closed her eyes, savouring the new sensation in a most unmanly way. Her tight cunt clenched hungrily about the foreign object and she knew she had been denying herself much pleasure in her prudish abstinence. "You would like a cock in there, I can tell," William observed. Janet blushed and turned about, a barbed comment feeling wrong. Would a cock feel better? She felt like she was losing control and spiralling into a submissively female role. She knew how to fuck a women and right now she had a cock without the usual straps. Almost a man but for her big round breasts and... well everything. It was nice to dream. "No Janet...." As William had payed out some of the leash he had Janet tethered by she had freedom of movement, two or three feet of movement anyway. The collared domme retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the shelf and drizzled some onto the tip of the feeldoe that jutted from her crotch. Replacing the bottle she wrapped her tiny fists around the considerable size and girth of the faux phallus she was equipped with. With hands so small the size of the realistically sculpted fake cock was accentuated, but Janet judged it's length to be about nine inches and it's girth was as thick as her slim wrist. Almost as impressive in fact as her own lost flesh and blood penis. She began to work her fists over the shaft, spreading the lube in preparation. "Oh... I can feel it," Janet gasped as her motions moved the twinned shaft that was imbedded in her vulva. She closed her eyes breathing deeply as she worked, imagining the sensations were those of a woman's touch upon her vanished manhood. She grunted. William laughed. "No Janet, you feel only the end of the toy that is penetrating your tight girlish cunt. A poor substitute for the sensation a real throbbing hot cock would give you." Janet studiously ignored him and turned to Michelle, the latex phallus liberally smeared with lubricating oils and glistening. "Please don't," Michelle begged softly, the first words she had spoken since the couple had entered the room. Janet smiled, her confidence growing now her back was to William and her gaze was centred on the bound and helpless Michelle. She studied Michelle's face as she approached her, noting the conflicting emotions. Fear, fascination and excitement showed in her eyes and expression. "I'm going to fuck you Michelle," Janet said quietly, her sense of control and dominance returning. "My big hard cock is going to slide up inside you," This brought a derisive snort from William behind her. The hypocrisy of her eager willingness to do to Michelle exactly what she was so fearful of William doing to herself did not seem to register. Janet grasped Michelle's hip with one hand and guided the tip of the feeldoe to the raven haired slave's dark hued slit. A head shorter than Michelle, Janet was forced to stand up on her toes to ease the feeldoe's tip into Michelle's slick quim. Her small toned buttocks clenched as she thrust up onto tiptoes to spear the shaft upwards into Michelle's pussy. Michelle gave a sobbing gasp as she felt herself penetrated by the slick smooth feeldoe and Janet let out a long loud sigh of satisfaction as half of the toy buried snugly inside her own vagina transmitted the sensations of Michelle's slick tight sex to her. She began to thrust slowly, moaning softly each time she forced herself up onto her toes and drove into Michelle. The transformed domme seemed lost in the moment, savouring the sensation she was vicariously feeling as she fucked Michelle and oblivious to William moving behind her. Taller as she was, Michelle could see clearly over the top of Janet's head and her brown eyes went wide as she followed his action. Taking a stainless steel buttplug from the shelf William lubed it up from the same bottle Janet had used. Michelle could see the teardrop shaped head was about six inches in length and around two in girth at it's thickest point. It's neck narrowed down to less than half of that, the plug designed to be held snugly in place by the elasticity of the sphincter closing on the narrow neck. As William approached Janet from behind he grinned at Michelle and held his finger to his lips to command her silence. Michelle was rocking her hips as best she could in her awkwardly chained and sleeved state. She winked at William with a conspiratorial air as he encircled her belly with an arm and brought the butt plug to bare against her anus. Janet stiffened for a moment in his grasp but kept slowly grinding, thrusting in and up, the plug keeping pace at her cheeks and her small bodies forward movement. Then she withdrew and the insertion of the plug up her rectum started. The first sensation she was aware of was the coldness of the lubricant at her anus, as well as the bulbous girth of the rounded plug head. She mewled and her little body squirmed as William slowly pushed the plug inside, the tip of the plug passing through several regions of her rectum, each with a different feel. First the plug slipped passed through the outermost layer of her anus, which was overly sensitive and contained many nerve endings that she had been hitherto unaware of. This tickled and was akin to a relieving bowel movement. "Oh... god." She whimpered in his grasp feeling every bit a dirty and controlled slut and unable to articulate any form of masculine objection. Her knees quivered and the angle of the dildo shifted, placing unfamiliar pressure on her vulva and clit. More heated moans escaped her pleasure addled lips. As William pushed deeper the tip of the plug progressed further up her tight little rectum, encountering another narrowing surrounded by strong muscles - her sphincter. William slowed carefully here. Janet was a tiny thing and he was conscious this part of the insertion could cause the most pain or discomfort if the plug were pushed inwards too fast. He took his times at this point, methodically filling her. Janet's eyes widened and she could feel her sphincter slowly stretch out to allow the tip to pass. Meanwhile, the outermost part of her rectum wall encountered the wider part of the plug and started to stretch out pleasurably too. This placed increased pressure on the small dildo end in her. Janet leaned back into Williams body. He was excellent in the role of master and was orchestrating this evolving m?nage a trios with confidence and purpose. It was oddly gratifying to not have to control things and just go along. William reached up to Michelle and unhitched the straps of the armbinder and then reached behind her and tugged it down. Then he gripped Janet's arm and pulled her wrist behind her back, feeding one hand then the other into the armbinder. "No... wait... I'm not a sub... William..." "That's Master slut..." Michele rolled her shoulders and then gripped Janet's hips, riding the smaller girls phallus with more coordination. Janet continued to struggle in Michelle's grip as the girl she had intended as her pet continued to ride the feeldoe and grind their bodies together. Michelle's actions ground the shaft of the toy that was within her, the effect both arousing and shameful to Janet. With her arms now pinioned tightly behind her by the sleeve her superior muscles that she had worked so hard in the gym to build up were negated. Her shoulders, pulled back by the sleeve's harness thrust out her chest. Her overly large firm breasts on her slim torso, already tightly constrained by the cinched corset were further pushed together and upwards threatening to spill out from their confinement. William, seeing Michelle's tight grip upon the would be domme and the futility of the latter's struggling felt relaxed. He let the leash drop and backed off so he could enjoy the spectacle whilst he leisurely undressed. He admired Janet's body. Despite the tiny body his former rival John had become trapped in, a strict regimen of gym workouts had transformed it that of a hardbodied athlete with surprising strength and endurance for it's size. He noted the small rounded taut globes of Janet's ass flexing repeatedly and smiled as he realised the failed dominatrix was still attempting to fight against her predicament and sought to expel the buttplug by squeezing it out of her rectum. Gasping with the effort Janet concentrated her efforts, her rectal muscles squeezing and pushing as she sought to dislodge the plug from her sphincter.It's insertion was more humiliating to her even than that of the feeldoe. That another dominant man, as she still struggled to think of herself, had penetrated her ass even with a toy was demeaning in the extreme. Though her squeezing muscles could cause the steel plug to be pushed outwards, her tight sphinctal ring worked against her objective. She had never allowed herself to experiment with anal insertions either before or after her transformation and her virgin asshole was just too tight for her to force open to pass the widest point of the plug with her hands. "Hmmm, I don't think that will work Janet," William commented with amusement after watching a minute or two of Janet's hard buttocks flexing and the black enamelled base of the plug pushing only partway out before it's lozenge shape drew it back in. "If you'd had anal a few times then perhaps your little asshole would be relaxed enough to succeed, but for the moment it is just too tight. Your efforts are commendable although the end effect is simply to buttfuck yourself which is a pleasure I would prefer for myself." Janet let out a moan. Despite trying to mentally block the sensations being wrought upon her body the twin effects of the feeldoe grinding in her vagina and the plug stretching and moving in her butt were too intense to ignore. Though she had never been penetrated as such in her female form she had often been licked out by subs or jilled herself to orgasm and knew every sign of her body was that she was inexorably being driven to the point of arousal at which she would climax whether she wished it or not. Janet nodded, acknowledging the truth of William's observation. "Damn you William," she gasped. "Tell me now that you have me at your mercy was it you? Were you the one that dosed me with X-Change that first time and was it you that informed the club?" "No, it wasn't me..." William laughed as he absently gripped the protruding end of the butt plug and made circular motions with it, swirling the end around inside her and making her gasp. She struggled against the armbinder as Michelle started to unhappy her corset. "I can't take credit for it. Although now that I see you struggling so vainly against your submissive urges I almost wish it had been me." He said as he finished disrobing. He stood relaxed and naked before the two former men. Janet stared at his large manhood as her corset was unhasped and she was divested of her trappings of dominance. Both her and the sub Michelle stood naked and collared but for their heels. "I was instrumental in your permanent emasculation though. It was I who informed the establishment that you'd taken X-change - when your betrayer confided your true identity to me. Imagine my shock when I realised who you really were. It was rather amusing watching them make you take that plus pill though. The look of confusion on your face as you realised the only cock you'd ever have between your legs was another man's... it was priceless. Then you shrunk even smaller, your girlish breasts swelling. I decided then and there that you'd be mine. The look of bewilderment ... arousal ... your internal gears shifting as you struggled to define yourself ... a former mysoginist that could not see women as anything but objects to be dominated. I knew you'd switched then even if you were in denial." Janet grunted as she struggled to expel the butt plug. "And the way you dressed - so feminine. Your outbursts of anger. How you sublimated your submissive urges by transferring them to your thralls..." "Who was it then?" she asked feeling utterly exposed. Her heavy breasts hung free, nipples pointed and hard like little rubbers. She felt ashamed. Aroused. Helpless. Horny. "Spoilers... no my pet. You haven't earned the right to know. But... I will tell you that your betrayer had a tattoo that matches yours." He said. Janet frowned. A military person? That could be any number of people. Her ex-wife. Former underlings. Friends. Competitors. Her son... "You know... the lowest a sub can go is to be screwed by another one..." he said as he unleashed Michelle and reached down between Janet's legs to push the feeldoe out of her pussy. It slid from her moist cleft easily and she squirmed, juices leaking hotly down her thighs. "What? No! Not her. No. That's... please... at least leave me that," Janet said as she shivered, her sex swollen and wet, her clit proudly protruding. She felt empty. She eyed the feeldoe with aroused fear. "Is that all that remains of the mighty Major John's cock!? A tiny little nub of a thing... now..." he tweaked her clit as he confidently slid the cock end of the feeldoe out of Michelle's sopping sex. "Hmm. Not any real difference between either of you now... two horny little thralls," he chuckled as he turned the double ended doodling around. "Let's see if you get as good as you give... Welcome to the lowest rung of the totem pole slut." "Wait. No. Anything but that..." she begged. "Anything?" William asked as he looked down at his cock. Janet shook her head as he gripped her leash, pulling her over to the bed. Michelle followed, the dildo swaying. "No..." Janet said, eyes wide, her facade of confidence and control in tatters as William reclined on the bed and he used her leash to guide her onto the bed, gripping her shoulders to bring her face down, breasts swaying and brushing his legs, her head held above his crotch. She crouched, arms bound, on the edge of the bed, her face inches from his thick cock as she looked up at him. "Do you want to suck your masters cock," he asked her. Michelle gripped Janet's hips and the bound girl felt the dildo brush her inner thigh. She looked down past her rounded breasts between her legs, the head of the dildo against her lips. She made fretful, nervous excited noise. "No. I'm a man..." she shuddered as the end rested against her lips and then with a practiced thrust Michelle guided the faux cock into her. This end felt different. Longer. More ... cock shaped. She felt it. Her back arched as she found herself pushing back, her swollen lips spreading as her fellow thrall sank the dildo all the way in, hands gripping Janet's hips. Then as Michelle pounded Janet's virgin cunt, William guided her mouth onto his cock. With a startled widening of her eyes which betrayed her surprised thoughts, Janet found her mouth opening, his large head filling her mouth amply. She tasted a hint of salty pre-cum and sweat on her tongue. He gripped the sleeve harness about her shoulders, holding her small upper body aloft, let her own movements to meet Michelle's lazy thrusts dictate how much of his cock the took. She pushed back onto the faux crack and her issues stretched pleasurably, the pressure of the butt plug compounded, only the head of his cock against her lips. She moved forward, cock and shaft filling her mouth to tickle her tonsils and the depths of her throat, nose pressed against his pubic hair, almost chocking on cock, unable to breath, faux cock sliding almost out of her, pressure of butt plug relenting. She seesawed back along the length of the faux cock, Williams head at her lips, taking a gasping breath in preparation of her next deep throating. She paused to lick and kiss the proffered cock, thoughts aswirl. She hasn't realised she'd be able to deep throat like this. She was aghast, appalled, ashamed, aroused and aflame. A slut. Cunt sated. Ass full. Pretty mouth stuffed with man meat. All her orifices were full and she was bound on her knees. "You suck cock like a professional," William said and she felt a weird pride in the compliment then engulfed his cock. A part of her wanted to contradict him. Another growing part wanted to please him. She knew if she spoke she would doom herself to a role of sexual subservience with William forever. Her cunt quivered at the thought. There is a knock at the door. Janet stared up at her ex-wife. "Ah Tracy. We were just talking about you. My new toy wanted to know who to thank for turning her into such a horny little slut." William said in greeting. "Really? My ears must have been burning.... oh. Don't stop on my behalf," Tracy said with a vindictive grin. She wore a tight black dress and heels. She stood at just under six feet and was a fit though small breasted woman. Michelle thrust and Janet rocked forward, eyes wide. Tracy had broken things of because she'd tired of John's chauvinism. She had tolerated his sex games but had finally found his inability to accept her as an equal to be too big of a hurdle. Evidently she had an axe to grind against her former partner. She sat down to watch. "You know this is awfully amusing but I want to see my former husband fucked by a real cock. William. Could you do the honours and break in my former partner...?" "Certainly Tracy.. but you should do the honours." William said as he rummaged through his discarded pants and produced a small zip lock bag with a blue pill in it. "It would be fitting if you popped this little sluts cherry... I've been saving this for just this occasion." He slid his cock from her mouth so she could speak. "Tracy! Why?" Janet asked as she eyed the blue pill in fear. "Why? Because you're a chauvinist pig that only saw women as second class citizens..." Tracy growled as she took the offered blue X-Change pill and started to disrobe. Her slinky black dress and heels slid to the ground and she pushed off her panties and bra then popped the pill. Michelle thrust into Janets silken depths and the tiny girl's next words turned into a groan. Then Michelle slid out of Janet and patted her ass. "Have fun..." she advised Janet as she turned and made to leave. "Excuse me dear, where do you think you're going... you know what they say. Three is a crowd, four is an orgy," William growled as he beckoned Michelle to join him on the bed. She eyed the door. She could escape... but instead she turned and joined him. Janet watched Tracy as her body grew. Muscles formed and her hair shortened. Her small breasts formed into broad pectorals with smaller nipples. Her clit grew bigger and rounded, extending further out as two large balls dropped down into a hairy scrotum. Janet's former wife was now a large muscular man. And strangest of all he wore Janet's former face. She quailed, remembering how she'd treated Tracy. Dominated her. Her pussy tingled. "Tracy..." "That's Sir to you slut," he said as he gripped her hips and slid his large head upwards along her inner thigh. "At ease slut..." Janet tensed. Tracy grabbed the butt plug and pushed it about, eliciting surprised gasps from the little woman. "Hmmm. You always were a tight ass... that might loosen you up..." Her arms were still sleeved behind her and she knelt on the bed, girlish face flushed and large breasts with fatly erect nipples pressing sensitively into the covers, her ass high and pussy inviting. She struggled to look back as her former spouse nudged her legs a little wider. "Just like old times, isn't it honey. Except now our positions are reversed. Look on the bright side - you get to enjoy your own cock again." He laughed as he gripped her narrow waist and aligned his new cock with her receptively swollen lips. He pressed forward. Janet let out a cry and her tiny body moved without her volition to meet his thrust. His cock was larger, it's girth greater than the dildo, and it stretched her silken insides more. "Oh fuck. You're so tight," Tracy observes and Janet made noises of affirmation as he pressed all the way into her to press deep against her cervix. She moaned in blissful pleasure. This was what she'd been missing. Hot, huge cock. He started to slowly thrust into her. "You're loving this aren't you dear...?" Janet found herself nodding wordlessly. Tracy reached down and grabbed Janet's leash, pulling it tight so the collar made Janet jerk and her breathing grew laboured. He tugged it tighter and she couldn't breath. Then he released it and she gasped a breath. "Don't forget to breath little girl," he advised her. The cock pounded mercilessly in her hot, wet cunt and she could do nothing but enjoy the sensation. Being so helpless and without control was so contrary to her character yet it was a turn on. That her role had been taken by her former wife and she was now the one being dominated, fucked doggy style in collar and restraints. She felt her orgasm building as her master mercilessly pounded her. The called buckled around her throat was pulled taut, applying pressure to her throat as he leaned back, pulling on the leash to ride her. Janet gasped, eyes wide in surprise, but with the collar so tight there was no air to suck back into her lungs, or at least nowhere near enough. It was hard to concentrate as her weak body instinctively tried to arch up from the bed to relieve the pressure. Of course with her arms sleeved she could do nothing of the sort. Tracy held the tiny woman gently but firmly in place to ensure, quite sweetly, that there would be no escape. With her newfound submissiveness she didn't want escape. She had to trust Tracy, vindictive Tracy who had emasculated her and was taking her. She groaned breathlessly, nostrils flaring and twitching as her diminutive body sought the breath that she for her lungs. Master rode her cunt and pulled the leash tighter, never quite completely cutting off her meagre air supply for more than an instant. It was all a tease, him toying with her to discover how aroused he could make his pet as he thrust his new cock into her soaked pussy over and over. "I'm sorry slut. Did you say something?" he asked. She couldn't have spoken if she tried as he stole her breath and reached under her to play with her big breasts and rock hard nipples, She struggled and tried to gasp in breath to no avail. She was too weak. Too lost in the moment. He loosened his grasp and she shuddered a small gasping breath, gulping in air. Then the pressure returned. Her need rose again and she twisted and writhed, eyes rolling into the back of her skull as Tracy laughed recklessly, pushing further than he had ever imagined, not even in his wildest dreams. Janet felt the pressure building and building until she could do nothing but release it. "Cum for me slut!" And, as her lungs burned, Janet cried out, eyes wide and bulging as she came, milking the cock inside her needy, twitching pussy. Tracy groaned deep in the back of his throat as his cock thrust deep into her, his grip on the leash loosening just enough to allow the girl to take in short, shallow, panting breaths, just enough to let her orgasm roll through her. Little gasps and cries escaped her mouth as he continued, gripping her slim hips and thrusting into her. She felt his cock throb and pulse, spurting his seed into her womb. He kept thrusting and her vision stated to swim. He was no longer preventing her from breathing. Her orgasm grew even more intense as she fought off the effects of asphyxiation. https://chyoa.com