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Authors Note: Hey guys and gals, hope you enjoy the story so far. I just wanted to leave a quick message here to clarify a few things. First off, I want to apologize for a lot of inconsistencies in the story, I ask that you bear with them for now as I am prioritizing the completion of the story, once the story is complete I will be editing and flushing some things out and will be releasing the whole story again in it's completed and edited form. Second, I would like to say that this story will have 4- 5 parts before completion but the plot has already been figured out so writing should be consistent with each part released roughly a week apart depending on schedule, I apologize if one or more end up taking longer. And with that I hope you all enjoy part 2! 'So this is what a position of power feels like. To be the one in control... I think I like it.' My new cock jumped at the sight before me. This strong young man, spread eagle with my old pussy between his legs; Legs which at the moment, were up and over his head in what some people would almost consider a classic bondage porn pose. 'I almost want to bring his arms up and through his legs and lock him back up like that...' The only issue with that, is strength. I already struggled to get his legs locked up to the headboard and that was with the added benefit of the spreader bar. I doubt I had the strength to release his arms, fight him off and lock him back up without giving him the opportunity to get free. The cuffs were only a double velcro-wrap and while secure, with a free hand almost anyone would be able to get them off just by releasing the velcro. Since I am not currently strong enough to fight him off, I need to be careful. At least for now. Once I have his muscles, that's a different story. I was on my knees on the bed positioned above him, holding onto his legs to brace myself. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I took one hand and proceeded to slap my dick up against his pussy, which was still soaking from his earlier orgasm. "Now you get to see what it's like to get fucked like a bitch," I said as I drove my dick home, and buried myself fully in his pussy. His expression almost got me off right there. He moaned and his eyes rolled back as I felt the tip of my penis hit his cervix. His toes curled and he clenched both fists. It was empowering as hell. I continued to fuck him roughly, his body jarred by each of my thrusts. He fought me with all he could, but he couldn't go far and all the wiggling did was jar my penis around inside of his pussy. He was almost doing my work for me. I really did enjoy all the power. To top it off, I remember being on the receiving end. With my ankles high in the air, getting pounded by a man and wondering what he was thinking. Now I was here in that very position and I am sure he was thinking the same thing I am now. 'Damn, look at me fucking this pussy, I'm the fucking man!' I continued to pound the fuck out of him with his own penis until I reached orgasm, which only took me about ten minutes. As soon as I came deep in his pussy, I watched as more changes began to happen between the two of us. His body hair sparsened until he was completely hairless from the neck down, the hair on his head lengthened a bit and took on my deep red and I watched as his ass expanded, taking on some feminine pudge. It was interesting in contrast to my own changes. My hair shortened a few inches and took on his more natural brown. Body hair sprouted out all over my body including my chest, legs and crotch. Finally my ass deflated, taking on more muscle and losing fat, going from a nice round bubble-butt to a more chiseled square ass of a young man. "Look at that ass, and that smooth fucking pussy. Damn, your looking hotter everytime I fuck you," I couldn't help but laugh at my own joke. The fear in this young man's eyes was still making my dick twitch inside of him. I couldn't wait to have every piece of him. ????????? I couldn't do anything about the woman's taunts. My throat was growing hoarse and I was starting to cramp from the uncomfortable position I was currently in and the added struggling I had been doing. I couldn't fight off this little woman who had my cock buried deep in her pussy, with roles reversed. I could only watch as I saw my body hair retract and disappear completely, until I was as bald as she had once been. Seeing her grow my body hair had solidified the theft in my head. I could almost write -off the pussy throbbing between my legs and full of dick currently as some kind of dream. But seeing my chest hair grow in and start to cover the breasts of this old woman; Seeing her legs covered in the similar hair I had just been sporting, while mine were now barren, growing that bush I had so proudly worn for years and it framing my old dick, had begun to cement the reality of my situation. 'This bitch is screwing me...' It only took me a second to recognize the irony in that thought, with her also literally fucking me. To top it off, she was fucking me with my own dick. Again I screamed in frustration, only to be cut off as I started choking on my own saliva and begun a hacking/caughing fit. "Don't die on me now," she said as she pulled herself free from my pussy. I could feel yet again, the sudden emptying sensation and another load of semen leaking out of me and down my crack. The ambient air from the room sending a certain sensation over my nether regions. Cold, mixed with that feeling of something wet exposed to the open air. To say it was an uncomfortable sensation was an understatement, considering my legs were still forced over my head. I could feel the liquid pool in my ass crack a bit and then dribble down towards my lower back. There was nothing I could do about this either, with the bondage restricting my movements so much. "Let me get you cleaned up... I have a bit of time before I'll be ready to go again. A penis is definitely not made for so many fuck sessions back to back. At least not compared to your hungry, little, bald cunt." As she said this she made a point to rub my crotch, stroking herself yet again. Not the pussy but the mound cresting the slit between my legs. The sensation in that area was new to me. I haven't ever shaved my dick, nor the area around it. Direct skin on skin contact caused goosebumps to appear over the region. She gracefully got off the bed and quickly left the room again, leaving me to continue exposing myself to the empty room. I heard a sink run for a few seconds, probably from her in the master bathroom and then I heard it shut off and the ensuing footsteps as she came back into the room holding what looked like a wet rag. She came back over and proceeded to wipe and clean my vagina and ass with the damp rag. She even wiped some of the cum off the sheets covering the mattress. And there I was being wiped, like some kind of baby, as she even lifted my ass further off the bed to clean me out properly. "You have to remember to wipe front to back from now on. You don't want a pesky urinary tract or yeast infection in your pretty pussy." She proceeded to wiped front to back with the wet cloth to demonstrate her point, being careful not to use the same area more than once. Once she was done with that, she just threw the rag into a laundry basket I hadn't even noticed, sitting in the corner of the room. After all of this I was still left feeling damp, although I wasn't sticky anymore. "Pretty soon you are going to be the old lady, and a woman of your age really needs to take care of herself," she said condescendingly to which I could only scowl. She just stood over me and I could tell she was just taking in all the pieces she had left to steal from me. After a few moments of this she came to each side of the headboard and released the restraints holding the spreader bar to it, allowing me to finally relax my sore legs and place them back down on the bed. The only issue I had with this is that she didn't give me an opportunity to retaliate. Because of the spreader bar, I wasn't able to get a full range of movement and had to settle for just resting my legs on the bed. "That was probably uncomfortable for you, most women are more flexible than men after all. It's weird to think that soon enough I won't have that kind of flexibility... And instead it will be you that is that flexible. Soon enough, having your legs over your head like that will feel almost natural," she said the last part with a smirk. I decided it was best not to even give her the satisfaction of a remark muffled or otherwise. "I'm going to get something to eat, would you like anything? Oh sorry, you shouldn't talk with your mouth full," Her laugh was starting to get to me. She was like one of those bad comedians that laughed at all of her own jokes while the crowd remains silent. She left without ceremony and I was let to contemplate my situation and to stare at my now bald naked body. The subtle hint of a slit between my legs from what I could see. I was having a hard time with the reality that I now had a vagina between my legs and was having a hard time not looking at the empty space where my penis had been earlier today. She had forgotten to tie my legs back to the base of the bed but with the spreader bar still attached to both of my ankles all I could do was wave them around. When I realized that I wasn't flexible enough to use the bar to release the velcro straps at my wrist, I gave up and proceeded to catch my breath. This whole routine went on for a little over thirty minutes before the now hairy lady walked in, dick still swinging. "How do you guys get anything done with these things without touching it all the time. Maybe it's because I'm still a heterosexual woman... or would that be a gay man now? Hmm, anyways I can't stop touching myself. It's weird to think that this thing right here is the source of both my turn on and being turned on, if you know what I'm saying. It makes me wonder if a hot lesbian diddles to the mirror... It's also weird that I'm getting hard when I spent the better part of fifty years getting wet, buts that your thing now." During this whole little monologue she came into the room still swinging her hips like a woman, dick hard and bouncing all over the place. She even proceeded to bob it up and down and try to windmill it in a circle. I rolled my eyes and clenched my teeth in anger. For the most part I had given up on struggling. Considering even at the beginning of this whole charade I hadn't been able to break neither the restraints nor the bed, I figured a now exhausted me wouldn't fare much better. It's a better idea for me to save my strength. 'I just need you to make one fucking mistake,' I thought with an angry scowl adorning my face. "Aww, don't be that way honey, a sweet young thing like you shouldn't make faces like that, keep it up and you'll have a ton of wrinkles like mine. Oh wait, that's gonna happen regardless." "Anyways, enough joking around, I hope your ready for another round, I have something special planned that I think you are going to enjoy. I'm gonna treat you like the bitch you are," With the sadistic smile nearly covering her face as she sashayed on up to the bed. Like the first time, she grabbed the stretcher bar and struggled to get it over my head and attached to the headboard, but unlike the first time she was more cautious of me and didn't allow me to jab her with the bar. Again I found myself in that uncomfortable position, but this time she fastened another carabiner from one wrist cuff to a small ring to the outside of the stretcher bar. She repeated this with the other wrist cuff and then unleashed both wrists from the bed. Although I tried, I wasn't able to reach either ankle cuff with my hands. Once free from the headboard she grabbed the stretcher bar and pulled me forward on my ass and feet, my hands flinched and tried to catch me but to no avail. It was a scary feeling being pulled forward and not being able to do anything about it. The lady giggled. "Was that scary?" After a few moments of her walking around the bed and looking at me questioningly she proceeded to climb onto the bed behind me. "If that was scary, then you are really not gonna like this part." Suddenly I felt my dick on my back as she squatted down and grabbed my ass cheeks. Then she placed her shoulder up against my back and began lifting. I had to turn my head to the side to keep my face from slamming down onto the mattress, since I rolled forward. I was left face down on the mattress, on my knees, with my ass up in the air and there was nothing I could do about it. The lady still hadn't taken her hands off of my ass and was kneading and stretching the now plump apple bottom. "Damn, I had one fine ass... You can take that as a compliment." She hopped off the bed and went back to what I now assumed was her chest of toys. She rummaged around and then pulled out something. Since my face was facing that direction I saw her holding what looked like a medium sized butt plug. Seeing this, I squirmed and shaked but went nowhere and only seemed to shake my ass back and forth in a way that, I could only imagine looked very eager. She then grabbed the lube from the counter top of a dresser that I had forgotten about and made her way in my direction. She climbed onto the bed and disappeared from view and I couldn't even crane my neck any farther. I was left to dread what I knew would be an eventuality. I didn't have to wait long when, sure enough, She began pouring the lube into my anus. She then used the butt plug to spread it around the area and to properly coat the toy. I could only wimper at the feelings this caused, physical, mental and emotional. "I hope your ready for this... Just relax and everything will be fine," she said as she slowly started working it inside of my ass. "Shh, don't worry. You have my ass now and this isn't the first time this toy has been shoved up there. If you just loosen up a bit it will feel like your pooping for a few seconds and thats that." Quicker than I had expected the toy fully popped inside of me and I felt it stop at the waist of the butt plug. This thing filled me up and I could feel it applying pressure to what I assumed was my vaginal canal with every kegal pulse; The twitching being unconscious due to the toy just recently shoved up there. "There, you see. That wasn't so bad was it? And That's going to make sure you really enjoy it while I steal another piece," she said squeezing my ass cheeks and I could hear the smile in her voice rather than see it. She ran a finger up the slit of my pussy starting from the clit and stopping momentarily on the butt plug. "Wow, someone is ready to go. Your insatiable huh?" Without warning she plunged my dick balls deep into her pussy. She was rough and her new pubic hair tickled my ass cheeks and I could feel it over the lips of my pussy as it stroked my clit. The combined pressure from my ass and vagina was driving me crazy, my toes were curled and my hands were balled into fists. She wasn't gentle at all for the entire time, She fucked me ragged. Each rough thrust would push my face into the mattress and my neck was straining. I had to rotate my head multiple times, being careful with her thrusts so I didn't hurt or break my nose. After a couple of minutes I was moaning and screaming uncontrollably. She would occasionally hit something hard deep within me that I think was my cervix and it hurt, but at the same time would drive me wild. The entire time she was groping my ass and would occasionally smack it, which would cause my pussy and ass to tense quickly. Within five minutes I was coming and the kegal spasms were causing me to milk both invaders. "Damn, you are a good fuck," she said between breaths, thrusts and over my screams. Suddenly she grabbed my hips hard, and drove her penis as far into me as it would go and started grinding into me. I felt the penis twitch and jump deep inside of me. "FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!!!" she screamed as I'm sure she came inside of me yet again. I could only lie there on my knees and face as she ground into me and moaned quietly to herself. After a few moments she began to pump into me a few more times, slowly. I felt something moving on my head as I saw some fiery, curly strands come down into my vision. It cascaded into my face and I couldn't get away from it, even as I turn my head. It was everywhere. "Look at that..." she said as I felt her press on my lower back. "Someone is the proud owner of her very own tramp stamp!" she said and quickly laughed. 'What the fuck is she talking about?.. THE BOW!!!" I screamed in my head. She proceeded to poke and prod a bunch of places all over my back, my ass and upper thighs. "Wow, so that's what my mole looks like, or I guess I should say what your mole looks like. Don't worry, it's pretty cute," she said as she touched my left ass cheek. "I never realized I used to have stretch marks under my ass, makes sense considering how big it is..." 'This fucking bitch...' I thought. "Oh yeah, I forgot... You can't really see yourself at the moment huh. Well let me fill you in. First off it looks like your now a ginger, I mean look at that fire! Next, can you feel how wide your hips are now?" she said and then latched onto both hip bones and gave me a rough shake. She was right I could tell that my hips were now dramatically wider. "Finally, it looks like you have all of my skin, including my tattoos, scars and imperfections. Can you feel how smooth you are now," she gently stroked my back, my sides and down my outer and inner thighs. Not only did I feel soft, but the skin seemed more sensitive than before. Her ministrations tickled incredibly more than anything she had done recently to me. "It also looks like you got some feminine fat... Hmm, I wonder..." I could feel as she stood up on the bed and moved about, but I couldn't see what she was doing. "Yeah, look at that!" she said as she grabbed my shoulders and roughly pulled me back up and onto my ass without warning. Suddenly I was up and I watched as she jumped off the bed and began posing in front of the bed. "Do you see this?" she said as she held up a bicep and started to flex it like some kind of musclehead. The only issue was that there still wasn't much muscle, just the faint outline of the actual long and short muscles on either side bunching up and causing a small bump. I snuffed at this. "You don't appreciate this?" she said poking the small muscle. "Well you should because before I fucked you, I didn't have this..." She gave me a moment to take it all in. Sure enough I looked down and my arms and legs both looked slightly smaller, still muscular but now they seemed rounder than they had. I don't know why I thought I would keep my strength if she was stealing my body. 'If she takes all of my strength... I don't think I'll be able to fight her off.' For the first time since this whole thing started I had begun to understand feminine vulnerability. To be the weaker of the sexes. If this continued, then I would be the one at the mercy of men. Men like I had been... Out of nowhere she just let out a hearty laugh that turned hysterical. "You wouldn't understand this, but you look absolutely ridiculouts," Said the woman now ill proportioned, with short locks and covered in body hair. "I have to show you..," she said as she ran out of the room. I waited, contemplated, sighed, shivered and finally wiggled my ass to try and dry up the cum still leaking out me before she came back carrying a 4 foot mirror, like the kind some people attach to the back of a door. Reflected back from the image was me... I didn't recognize myself. There I sat, spread eagle with a ball gag keeping me silent. I had long curly red hair that came down to my shoulders, I still had my five-o-clock shadow and I was hairless below the neck. The pussy between my legs was wide open and leaking cum. And finally something caught my eye near my waist line... 'Is that a tatto of a... rose?" "Gotta admit, not something to write mom about..." she said as she mockingly shook her head. 'Like you can talk, you fucking gorilla' I thought, again with the angry scowl coating face. "Don't worry, soon enough, you'll be pretty enough to have snagged yourself a man. Oh yeah!" At that I watched as she took off her wedding ring and placed it gently on the bureau. "Can't believe I forgot about that, luckily I don't have your huge hands or I could have possibly lost a finger and that would have just been horrible for both of us," she said as she put up her hands and waved the fingers at me, with her brown nail polish flashing. "It's probably going to be awhile until I'm ready to go again, I mean my dick is already sore and I have to admit that my balls are pretty tight or sore. Is this blue balls?" she said and looked at me questionably and then shook her head. " No blue balls is when a man hasn't gotten off in awhile, so I'm not sure what this is called... Maybe I'll call it pink balls since they are empty from cumming in that pretty little cunt of yours so much." I didn't laugh at her joke and watched as she left the room again, with the mirror. And again I was left alone. I was able to scootch back, with some struggle, to at least get out of the wet spot both of our juices had created under me. I was too scared to try anything considering my current bound situation. All of the simulations I ran in my head had me falling off the bed, breaking my nose, and suffocating face down on the floor in my own blood. I figured at least my undercarriage was mostly dry by just moving back a bit. From my location I was able to look around the room and actually take it in. I looked over what was visible of the remaining toys, including what looked like a vibrating egg, a ring gag and some more straps of some kind, only these ones were all bunched together and I couldn't tell what they were for. Other then that there was some kind of box laying down and then just the lube and the chest of what I assumed were her sex toys, or better yet torture devices. Just the thought of what could be in that chest gave me shivers. Awhile had passed before I began wondering, where the lady went. A long while in fact. It would stun you at how your mind finds things to keep you busy. The thoughts, from revenge and fear at what I would do to her or her to me, to just counting and pretty much anything to keep my mind moving. And more thoughts about what she could be doing. 'Is this another form of torure? Is she deliberately leaving me alone to build tension and suspense? Is this another one of her sick games similar to stealing my body?' The thoughts continued from there. I was getting sore from just sitting there for so long. My legs were cramping and my pussy was starting to dry out. At least thats what I assumed the feeling was considering my pussy lips were still spread apart and the cum had long since dried, leaving me with a horrible feeling down below. I was squirming and trying to itch my pussy when she just walked into the room. "Did someone miss me?" she said condescendingly seeing me squirm. I immediately stopped what I was doing and allowed contempt to cover my face. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm giving you exactly what you wanted and asked for. A weekend full of unabashed, unfiltered, raw sexual fantasies, remember? And honey, while today may be almost over, we still have tomorrow to finish off this weekend," This was the first time I had seen her actually look serious, her expression full of malice. Almost on cue, within the silence was a loud and yet quiet vibration that came from the floor. Both of our eyes were drawn to the sound. I couldn't see anything but I watched as she casually strided over and picked up what had been my pants from the floor. My eyes went wide as I watched her pull out my cellphone. "What this?" she said as she opened up the smart phone. At this point I was kicking myself mentally for not inputting in a lock. I could only watch as she went through the phone. An uncomfortable amount of time passed in silence between us. My mouth was dry and my teeth were beginning to hurt and when I started to wonder to myself how long I had been wearing this gag, She spoke up. "You know, I could already tell by your responses to my ad that you were a piece of shit, but looking at this, at how you treat your friends, your family, and this girl. The girl who says she loves you. There are multiple messages from her saying that she loves you and yet none of your responses mirror hers. In fact, your most common responses ask for nudes or for her to come over for some 'action.' You are a despicable piece of shit and just so you know you deserve everything that I am doing to you," There was just a moment of silence. 'What do you know you stupid cunt? You haven't lived a day of my life... as if you could ever judge me you spoiled little trophy wife' I thought, and yet she didn't even respond to my obvious glare of loathing. "If she ever finds out what you were doing instead of camping, your relationship would be over. Hmm, but you know what, I think I'm going to help you out," With that she began typing in the phone. "Hey babe, I hope you get this. I just wanted to tell you that I miss you, and I love you. I know I haven't said it and it was eating at me. I can't wait to see you!" she spoke out loud, informing me as to what she was typing. ????????? 'I can't believe this guy,' I thought as I was looking through his phone. Judging from the messages and conversations he has had, I could tell this kid was one immature piece of shit. Blatant disrespect for his parents, whom you could tell just wanted the best for him and were only trying to help him out. Ridicule for his friends, whom, it seemed, he only kept around to bolster his own superiority complex. And finally, an ownership mentality for his girlfriend, who sincerely loved this douchebag. Jack, his name from what I could tell going through the messages, seemed to be a right fiend. A self destructive asshole who drags everyone around him down alongside himself. His relationship with his girlfriend seemed to be especially toxic. It seemed he has cheated on her every chance he has gotten. He is even in regular contact with some of her friends, constantly hitting on them and even asking some of them for nudes. "You know, I actually think that you are currently pretty lucky that your life hasn't crumpled around your behavior. Its even luckier that you met me, because I think I am giving you exactly what you want. Soon enough you'll be a trophy wife, and the only thing expected of you will be to look pretty and to put out. Just the life it seems you want." "Since you don't have the motivation to make something better of yourself, I'll do it instead, and you can stay here, keeping your husband happy and wasting your life away just in the way you so enjoy." I was trying to be serious, but the cowering and pleading look he was currently giving me, not to mention his sorry state of undress and subjugation, brought a smirk to my face. 'Oh yeah, he is going to get everything he wants and deserves,' I thought. "it's getting pretty late, how about we get you ready for bed?" I said as I placed his phone on the dresser alongside everything else. I hopped on the bed and rolled him onto his back and sidled him down until I could refasten his wrists to the headboard. Then I unstrapped his wrists, one at a time, from the stretcher bar. Upon freeing his second hand he again tried kicking out at me, but I was ready due to the slight bruise he had given me earlier from nearly the same action. I then pulled the stretcher bar down and fastened it to the bed and then refastened each ankle to the bed. Finally I unhooked and removed the stretcher bar, leaving him spread out in the x of the original position we had originally begun. I headed into the closet and opened up my underwear drawer and retrieved a fresh new pair of underwear, a black side-tie thong I had bought this week. I haven't even wore them yet. I then grabbed a new matching adjustable underbust corset I had also purchased. I made my way back into the room with the items I had grabbed and watched him watch me as I came up to the bed. His eyes darted back and forth between the two items and I could tell he was uncertain as to what I was doing. My face was starting to get sore from all of the smiling I had been doing recently but even then I couldn't wipe it from my face as I watched him. I sat down on the bed next to him and set down the corset and begun handling the thong. I untied it and begun wrapping it around his smooth crotch. Even with him fighting it and wiggling this way and that to try and hinder me, I was able to get it on relatively easy, tied on both sides with some cute bunny ears. After tying it on properly, I had to reach under him to tug it up until it sat on him properly, gently cupping and conforming to his flat crotch. I giggled as I watched him wiggle his hips, doing nothing but flossing his ass crack. "Those are so pretty on you, you should be proud that you are able to wear something so cute. Now lets get this thing on you so we can properly show off those curves of yours," I said grabbing the corset and prepping it by first untying it and then removing the string from the loops. This, like the thong, was a front tie as well. It was full of loops to feed the string through and the two sides each had a gentle inward curve in the middle of the front where it tied, which when cinched would exaggerate an hourglass figure. I fed the garment under his torso. Surprisingly, it was easier to get the corset on him than the thong since he wasn't able to really move his torso as much as his hips and legs. After getting it under him and feeding the string through all the loops, I began to cinch it down. I started at the bottom and loop by loop getting them tight, but not unhealthily tight. The garment wasn't really designed for his body shape and so there was only so much it would do and I wanted to be sure he would be able to sleep the night without trouble. Finally after a couple of minutes of him grunting through the entire process it was on and properly tied to ensure it was secure. I stepped back to admire my work. Besides the slight beard he had and the scowl he wore, he was beginning to look like the woman he was sure to become. The corset, which helped create a feminine body shape and the thong covering his flat crotch was erotic, to say the least. The tattoo of the rose was just slightly peaking over the top of the panties. Even without breasts, it would be hard for anyone to call him a man. I admired his now smooth long legs, mostly round with only a bit of muscle showing through here and there. They looked like they belonged on a fit young woman. Looking down though, were his large, ugly, bony and veiny feet; They just didn't fit on the end of those sexy looking legs. I turned around and grabbed one of the other gags I had laying around. A feeding gag I found in a very bondage heavy store, and it was perfect for what I wanted to do. The gag had a hollow and rigid, yet flexible rubber ball attached to a large rubber flange that covered the mouth and had a long rubber straw attached to the other end of said flange, it also had a stretchy strap that secured it to the back of the head. I placed it on the bed within easy access and took off the ball gag Jack had been wearing all day. I imagine his jaw must have been sore from it but still, immediately after I took out the gag he began screaming. "HELP! ANYONE, CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? HELP HELP HELP!" In between words I was able to shove the gag into his mouth and strap it to his head, nearly silencing him, except for the yet again muffled screams. "Unlucky for you, The neighbors are usually gone and to top it off this house has been very well insulated and sound proofed. I doubt anyone would hear your screams from the street, let alone from within another residence. Now why don't you be a good girl and stay quiet." His nostrils flared and hate filled his eyes but he remained mostly silent except for the grunts and puffs he let out as he caught his breath. Being mostly satisfied, I went down stairs. I filled a glass of water halfway and set it down on the countertop. Then I opened up my purse which I had intentionally left down stairs and retrieved a small sealed packet containing 2 pills. I took one out and crushed it and added it to the water. Rohypnol, also known as the date rape drug. This would make him a bit more susceptible to suggestions and would have him sleep like a baby, the only issue would be the amnesia or memory loss while under the influence. I really wanted him to remember everything but unfortunately there would be no way for me to safely take advantage of him in a sober state. I waited just a minute until the powder had fully dissolved, supposedly it would be tasteless and I could vouch for the colorlessness seeing nothing out of the ordinary with the water. Once that was done I took the glass upstairs with my penis bouncing the whole way. Luckily I was only half hard. I entered the room after my little soiree and walked up beside the bed. I held out the glass of water in front of his face. "I'm sure your thirsty, It can't be easy with all the screaming and moaning you've been doing. I bet your throat is dry. Would you like some water?" I hoped he would take the water, otherwise I would bore myself stealing his body in the same ways I have already done. He eyed me suspiciously, but as I placed the rubber straw attached to the gag into the water, he began drinking greedily. He quickly finished off the glass and I watched as he swallowed every drop. "I would have given you more water, but I'm sure you already need the restroom and we don't want a mess. I'm going to give you a little bit of alone time and then I'll come back so I can help you use the restroom. I turned around and left the room, still holding the glass. I was able to quickly hide my devious smile after I turned around. 'Now I just have to wait,' I thought. I took the glass downstairs and then decided I was getting tired of walking around naked, as fun as it has been. I decided I would put on some of my husbands spare clothes. Luckily, he keeps some spares in one of the other rooms considering he often works late and doesn't always want to wake me when he comes home. Oftentimes he sleeps in another room and leaves before I even get out of bed. Sometimes I worry about him. Anyways, I made my way into the spare room and began to rummage through some of his things until, finally, I found what I was looking for. Some boxer briefs and some comfy pajamas. I put on the clothes and then went outside. It was already getting dark considering it was around six in the afternoon already. The day sure flies when your busy stealing a young man's body... I walked across the street and to the vehicle that jack had parked. I tried the door and sure enough it was open. I looked around, but besides all the trash and a single backpack, there wasn't anything of note. I grabbed the bag, closed the car and went back inside. Once inside I opened up the bag. Inside I found his wallet, which I deliberately decided not to open. There were some things I intentionally did not yet want to know. Other than that there was a pack of smokes, an e-cigarette and a single change of clothes. After rummaging through his things, I put everything back and left his bag near the door and locked the door. I killed a bit more time by watching some tv and having myself a single whiskey. I was anxious, but figured it would be better for me to wait until I was sure he was feeling the effects of the Rohypnol. After a full hour had passed I made my way back upstairs. Upon entering the room and taking a long look over jack I was sure he was under the influence of the drug. He watched as I came into the room, only his head swayed a bit. He tried to say something but realized he had something in his mouth and just grunted. Then his head just plopped back down. "Happy to see me?" I said smirking. He sloppily shook his head left and right showing me he was delighted to see me again. "Do you need the restroom?" Simple questions were better in that state. He slowly nodded in response. "Are you going to fight me if I help you use the restroom?" again he nodded, then realizing his mistake he shook is head no. I smiled. "Well if you plan on fighting me, then we are going to have to do this the hard way," I said as I walked over. First, I attached a short dog leash to the hook above the bed hanging from the ceiling. Then, I grabbed the stretcher bar and attached it to his wrist cuffs. Then, after he was unhooked from the headboard I pulled him forward, which was difficult considering he was swaying; At least he wasn't actively fighting me. I was able to get the stretcher bar attached to the leash with a bit of a struggle, this left him with his arms stretched wide, over his head and sitting fully upright. Once I was sure he was properly secured I then took off the his thong by untying it. After that whole ordeal, I reached under the bed and grabbed a bed pan, which I placed on the bed behind him. I then climbed on the bed, struggled to lift him off of his ass and placed the bed pan under him. "Now I am going to leave alone for a few minutes and am going to get some toilet paper and some wet wipes so we can clean up after you, alright?" His response was a nod of affirmation. I did as I had said and grabbed the necessary toiletries and waited for a few minutes outside of the room. I waited through, the flatulence and the pitter-patter of his urine hitting the bowl of the pan. Once I was sure he was done, I again entered the room. I did my best to ignore the smell, but it was pretty bad. It made me curious as to what he had eaten for breakfast, but not the good kind of curious. Again I went through the procedure of the bed pan, only this time in reverse and yet again, it was a struggle. I was lucky not to get anything on myself. I placed the bed pan at the door and went through the motions of releasing him from the leash, attaching him to the headboard and releasing him from the stretcher. When he was free, figuratively of course, I proceeded to clean him up. When he was clean, I put the panties on him yet again. And left to clean up what remained of the mess, including all of the wipes and the bed pan. It was not a happy event. Finally after everything was done and clean, and I had cleaned myself, I went back into the room to work on his surprise. I was enjoying the thought of what he would wake up to and the sore muscles on my face reminded me of how often I had been smiling lately, both happily and deviously.