Mind Power 2 - A Puppets Life - by Alan


Chapter 1 - A New Role



When I woke I was in a bed and wasn't being threatened. That surprised me.  My last memory was of walking out of work and down the alley to where my car was parked. I had felt a sharp sting on neck, closely followed by blackness.

My next thought was "Where am I and how did I get here". I could just make out a pink leather skirt and jacket hanging from the wardrobe door, and guessed I was in a woman's bedroom and, judging by the leather suit, a woman I looked forward to meeting.

That was enough to start my imagination fantasizing about the woman who would wear such sexy clothes and I felt myself getting turned on. Strange though, my arousal felt different, more internal, and this strange sensation in the pit of my stomach. Not like having an upset stomach, somehow more complete and permanent. I could quite put my finger on what was wrong.

I slid my elbows up to prop myself up on them. They slid smoothly, like the sheets were satin, but my hands insisted the sheets were cotton. Puzzled, I looked down. The top sheet was down around my waist and sure enough the sheets were cotton, I had felt the satin of the night shirt I was wearing. I looked back at the room and then suddenly what I had seen when I looked down hit me. The satin night shirt was a woman's style and bright pink, but the real shock was the way it hugged the two round and distinctly feminine mounds on my chest. Letting a high pitched and distinctly feminine scream, I sat bolt upright and my hands flew to my chest. They should have felt muscles and small nipples, instead they found a pair of large firm breasts, with large prominent nipples. As I looked down, long dark hair fell about my face and I shifted my hands to touch it. That was when I noticed that my hands were now small and delicate, with long, well shaped, pink, nails.

At that moment a young girl in a revealing silk nightie burst in the room and turned the light on. I looked up, and she said "Michelle, is everything all right". At first I could only stare, she was breath taking. About 20, a bit on the short side, long brunette hair, a beautiful face and curves in all the right places, I felt a shiver of arousal slip through my body causing more foreign sensations in my crotch.

Just as I decided to check on these strange sensations the girl spoke again. "Michelle! What is it". She was looking straight at me as she said it yet she called me "Michelle". That together with the obvious femininity of what I had seen of my body made me wonder whether the woman's the suit and bedroom were for me. The girl's presence was suddenly annoying, I realised I needed time to figure this all out.

Using both hands, I flicked my hair back over my head. The feeling of all that hair brushing against my satin clad shoulders and back, sent a shiver of arousal to my crotch. "It's OK, I just had a nightmare, I'll be all right" I said in a very feminine voice. The girl groaned, turned to leave and in a tired voice said "Well get some sleep. I don't want you piking out tonight!". I hardly heard her, I was still stunned by my voice. It was now at least an octave higher, distinctly feminine, and very sexy. Involuntarily, I moved one hand up to feel my throat and hit my one of my breasts on the way, I wasn't used to the way they jutted out from my chest. The feel of the soft fleshly mound under the slinky material, provoked more unfamiliar sensations in my crotch. The girl had left the light on and my hands pushed the sheet away. My crossed legs were hairless and, as one hand ran up my calf, I noticed how smooth and soft my skin felt.

Pulling the front of my night shirt up under my breasts, I was distracted by the feel of their soft warmth resting on my forearm. Looking down over them I let out an involuntary gasp. For some reason I had still expected to see a familiar cock and balls between my legs, but instead those smooth thighs led to a mound of public hair which curved out of sight under me. Trying to deny the obvious, I slid my hand slowly up the sensitive inside of my silken thigh and, as it reached the top, I felt a pleasurable contraction in my pelvis and an increase in the already distinct warmth in my crotch.

As my fingers cupped my crotch, I felt a crack running down my smooth mound and I pressed my finger into it. My probing finger slipped easily past my surprisingly wet pussy's lips, through into the very entrance of the vagina I should not have had. The worst was confirmed, my transformation into femininity was total. My body was now completely female and my arousal had caused it to ready itself for sex with a man. Shocked by the thought I pulled my hand away sharply and tried to think. I knew that I had passed out as a man and woken up as a woman named Michelle, but how had it happened and where was I? There were no answers in the bedroom, so I climbed out of bed. Sliding my bum across the sheets highlighted the new equipment between my legs in a stark yet sensual way.

I left the room and tip-toed down the hall to the lounge, all the way acutely conscious of the weight of my breasts and the way they moved under my satin nightie as I walked. Looking out the window I was disappointed to see nothing more than the houses immediately around. Turning I started to look around the house.

In the hall a guy, about 25, stepped out of a door and bumped into me, knocking me over. Apologizing profusely he helped "Michelle" to her feet. The physical contact with a man had a disturbing effect. Mentally I became 'Michelle', feminine attitudes and feelings taking over to the point where, noticing the guy was well built and totally naked, I started to feel very horny. Asking if I was all right, he placed his hands on my upper arms and I felt a feminine rush that left me with no self control at all.
I put a hand on his waist, pretending to steady myself, wet my full lips and looked up into his face. Following his gaze downwards, I realized the top of my night shirt was undone revealing my substantial and unfettered cleavage. I also noticed that his cock was growing and becoming erect. I found myself imagining his erection brushing against my sensitive inner thigh on its way to my hot pussy.

Lifting one leg and pretending to check my ankle, I 'accidentally' lost my balance and collapsed against him. He caught me neatly in his arms and held me against his body to steady me. My satin clad breasts rubbed sensuously against him, and reality improved on fantasy, as his half erect cock slid neatly between my legs. Trying to rise to full erection it rubbed teasingly between my legs. Disgusted, my male side fought to regain control and I managed a quick "Thanks, I'm fine" and started pulled away from the contact. As his cock slid out from between my legs it rubbed against my pussy's lips and it took everything I had to stop myself sliding back down it to him and continuing that delicious sensation.

As I moved back to my room, I regained control and relaxed a little. I felt naked, knowing that the split sides of my night shirt revealed top of my full hips and I wasn't sure its tail hid my bare pussy. Even if it did, I knew the guy behind me would still be fantasizing about slipping his cock into my hot haven, while his hands reached round and massaged my breasts. Realizing I was the one fantasizing, I pushed the feminine thoughts away.

Closing my bedroom door and leaning on it, I made a mental note to avoid physical contact with men while I was a woman. The complete take over by the needs of my woman's body had been frightening and I was not certain I would be able to fight if there was a next time. After all I had slipped back into femininity just thinking about physical contact with a man.

I needed some modest clothing if I was to contain the needs that drove my new body. Starting with the drawers, I opened the top one and stopped short. Towards the back was a vibrator, it was the biggest I had ever seen. Ten inches long and at least two across. Instinctively I reached out and picked up the vibrator. It looked even larger in my small delicate hand. The thought of it's purpose, sent ripples of pleasure through me. Without thinking, I turned it on and pressed it's tip against my clitoris, causing a surge of arousal that pushed me over the edge.

Feeling a strangely familiar softening of my mental outlook, I found myself pulling my night shirt over my head and lay down on the bed. I started by running the tip of the vibrator around my nipples. It caused the soft feminine mounds under them to quiver and I watched captivated as they enlarged, becoming erect and firm. Next I spread my legs wide and applied it to my clitoris, moaning with ecstasy as I rubbed it up and down the soft pink lips which peaked through my hot wet pussy.

Lost in my new sexuality, I licked the tips of my delicate fingers, admiring their scarlet painted nails. Still without conscious thought, my moistened fingers swirled gently around my large nipples, the long nails just catching the nipples tips. Then, my curiosity getting the better of me, I slid my hand down my smooth flat stomach to the mound of dark hair at my crotch. Gently parting my pussy's lips and revealing the moist silky skin of my sex's entrance, I ran the vibrator over the sensitive folds of my clitoris and pussy lips. A gasp of pleasure escaped my full lips, the inner pressure of my arousal increased. Running a finger teasingly around my entrance, I marveled at the intensity of my arousal and at the softness and sensitivity of my new sex.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I slowly and gently pushed the vibrator into my vagina. The feeling of my vagina being forced to expand to accept such a large vibrator, accentuated my femininity and I couldn't help moaning with desire. As my insides adjusted to it size, I started to pump it slowly in and out, while using my other hand to play with my clitoris. It felt better than I ever imagined and the pace of both hands rapidly increased. Even the soft, silky feel of my clit on my finger tip was adding to my arousal. As I built up the tempo I had my first female orgasm. It was stunning! It spread further through my woman's body than any orgasm had as a man and it last much longer. Afterwards there was a warmth and continued arousal that suggested a readiness for more. As this slowly subsided my masculinity managed to reassert itself but I still found myself thinking that being a woman might actually be a very interesting experience, for a short time. while it lasted. Feeling very satisfied, I drifted of to sleep.


Chapter 2 - Playing Along


I was startled awake by a bang on my door. "Shower time" a female voice called. I had been dreaming of the guy in the hall making love to me. Disgusted, I forced the feminine feelings back and started to worry what another night in this body could mean. For now I had no option, I put on the pink satin night shirt and picked up a towel. Remembering my hallway encounter with the guy, I also put on a toweling bath robe I found on the floor by the bed and was very relieved when I found the bathroom at my first try. Locking the door and dropping my robe to the floor I used the toilet. Finishing, I wiped my fanny as I'd seen woman do. The slinky feeling of my satin clad arm rubbing against my breast, combined with the toilet paper brushing my fanny, aroused me and I started to wonder whether all woman were this easily aroused or whether the changes in me were more than just on the surface.

Slipping my night shirt over my head, I caught sight of my body in the mirror and stopped stunned. If I had thought the other girl sexy, then I was a show stopper. The woman in the mirror had captivating green eyes, surrounded by a fine delicate face with full rosy lips. My long hair was redish brown and fell well down my back. My breasts were even more impressive when seen in the mirror. Full, firm and so big they seemed out of proportion with my body. Judging by my encounter with the guy in the hall, I wasn't much over five feet tall, but my legs looked long and perfectly shaped. I had always regarded a woman with a body like the one I now had, as having been designed for one purpose only. To satisfy men's needs. The mere thought repelled me, but last nights encounter had shown me, if I remained female, I could easily end up that way.

As arousing as washing my sensitive and sensual body was, the fear of being permanently female gave me the strength to not lose myself to my arousal. Turning the shower off I wrapped my wet hair in the towel and put on the toweling robe. Picking up the night shirt I returned to my room. Even walking back was a turn on, my breasts moved with every step, rubbing my nipples against the rough surface of the robe.

Wondering how I should style this amazing head of hair I now had, I was relieved when, meeting the girl in the hallway, she offered to help me with it. As I settled in front of the dresser mirror. She removed the towel and started to dry and style my hair. I managed to keep her talking throughout and got some useful information. We lived in Auckland, I worked as a personal assistant for a lawyer, the girl's name was Sarah, the guy's name was Andrew, the leather suit was for work today and Sarah thought it should be worn with white stockings "this time". Finishing, Sarah looked at her watch, "We'd better move or we'll be late Don't forget I leave soon if you want a lift".

I must admit I was stunned, my hair was gorgeous. It was glossy, very full bodied and Sarah had brushed my long fringe back and to the side, just clear of my right eye. It was a style I had always thought attractive, even sexy, on a woman, but now it was my hair style and I found it annoying to have to keep pushing it back from my eyes.

Not really having any other choice, I started to dress. The suit was light pink, so I looked for white underwear. All the underwear was satin or lace, not liking lace I selected a plain satin bra and bikini briefs, a pair of silky sheer stockings and a satin garter belt. The underwear felt and looked very sexy. Running my hands over my breasts in their satin cups, I felt my nipples harden under my fingers. Turning slowly I studied my body's ample curves and, looking over my shoulder, watched as I slid my hands over my satin clad butt. I admired the way my slim waist accentuated my bum. Mentally male I found my mirror image a real turn on.

Stepping into the leather skirt, I pulled it up and zipped it at the back. It was straight and ended at the knee, slightly restricting the steps I could take. Wearing a skirt was a unique sensation. The restricted leg movement was only part of it, the feel of my naked thighs rubbing on the silk lining of this leather sheath, made it a uniquely feminine experience. The jacket had leg-of-mutton sleeves, a pinched waist and flared over my hips, it accentuated my large bust and small waist. It buttoned at the waist, so many movements revealed my cleavage and even my breasts in the shiny white bra. The feeling of the silk lining of the suit on my skin was wonderful, and I noticed an increase in the warmth between my legs. Since waking up as a woman the smallest sensations seemed to make me horny.

It took a conscious effort to continue dressing, I found a pair of pink strap on stilettos which matched the suit and put them on. Wrapping the heel strap around my slender ankle and tying it in a bow was a really strange feeling. I was surprised to find I could stand let alone walk on their four inch heels. My image in the mirror was breathtaking and watching myself move around, I became very aroused. The woman in the mirror was glossy, pink and built!

There was something missing though. Then I realised that I didn't have the jewelry and made up I so loved on my girlfriends. Strange as it was I had always been very conscious on my appearance and felt I had to do something about it. Yet I knew nothing about applying makeup, how I would be able to it on without looking like a clown? The answer scared me but I saw little choice. Thinking back to last night I pictured Andrew, naked in the hall, and felt my feminine side emerge. Opening my makeup drawer I expertly applied foundation, only a little was needed on my flawless skin. Highlighting my cheek bones with blusher, I thought about my eye's. Very carefully I applied pink eye shadow, black eye liner and black mascara. The effect of the mascara on my eye lashes was most noticeable, I had to admit my full round eyes were very attractive. Pink lipstick was the finishing touch. Next I slipped several silver bracelets on each wrist and rings on the fingers of each hand. Selecting large dangling ear rings with pink velvet bows on them I slipped them into my pierced ears. Finally I sprayed perfume on my neck, wrists and sliding up my skirt, my panties. Sliding the skirt back down, I smoothed my clothes and adjusted my hair. Finally I slipped the lipstick, mascara and perfume into a pink patent purse which matched my suit.

Just as I decided to assert my masculinity, I heard Andrew's name called out in my new feminine voice. It was like the woman in me had planned it. Just as I thought I had control, Andrew came in with a towel around him. Seeing him the feelings returned and, purse under one arm, I walked sexily over to him. As I passed him, I ran my hand down his arm, "You'll be there tonight won't you. It wouldn't be the same without you". Noting the lump developing in Andrew's towel, I reveled in the feeling of power over him and my hips swayed provocatively as I walked down the hall away from him.

Finally regaining control, I walked out to the car, but was disturbed to note that, instead of my feminine clothing feeling foreign, I found it comfortable and even exciting. The short steps and sexy walk (forced by the tight skirt and high heels), the loud click of my heels on the concrete, the weight of my ear rings and their gentle brush on my neck as I walked. Best of all the knowledge of how much preparation had gone into giving me this sexy appearance. It all made me horny and I realized that spending time as 'Michelle' had chipped away at my masculine side. My time as woman had to end soon or it might never end.

On the way to work Sarah revealed nothing to tell me how I was to get out of this situation, but did say that the three of us plus three others were going night clubbing after work that night. I could only hope these new three might reveal something of my situation.

Once at work a new problem presented itself. I knew nothing about the job, after loosing several phone calls I realized 'Michelle' was going to have to help. With much apprehension, I tried to give my femininity only enough control to allow me to do the job and discovered with relief, that although it demand full concentration, I could maintain a level of control. My boss was in meetings all day, leaving me alone in the office, so I should be able maintain the mix.

Around 4pm my boss returned unexpectedly, needing the document I was typing for his next meeting. I was disturbed to notice my feminine side was appraising my boss's appearance and, worse, found him attractive. My control was becoming shaky and I didn't like the way my boss was looking me over.

I finished printing the document and reached for it, as I did my leather jacket fell open revealing my breasts to my boss. As I stood to hand over the printout, my boss slipped round the desk and, pretending to take the document, held my hand. The effect was immediate. Feminine attitudes and feelings filled me and I smiled sexily. Leaving my delicate hand in his, I licked my full lips. He lent forward and, muttering something about my being invaluable, moved to kiss my cheek. I turned my head and instead our lips met. The effect was electric, a sexual surge swept through me and I moved into him. His lips moved down to nuzzle my neck as his hands grabbed my leather clad bum, pressing me into him so that my breasts and pussy crushed sweetly against his body. Feeling his hard cock pressing into me, I moved my hand and rubbed it up and down its hard form.

Suddenly he swore, "Shit, I've got to go. Let's pick it up tomorrow Michelle." As he reluctantly pulled away I undid my jacket and slipped it off. That stopped him! Unhooking my bra, I let it slide to the floor. My breasts swung free and, captivated, he ran his hands over them causing erotic tingles through my chest. As I reached behind me for my skirt's zip, he shook his head and, grabbing the document, he left. Once my boss was gone I regained enough control to feel extremely conscious that I was a topless woman in a semi public place. Grabbing my jacket I put it back on, forgetting my bra in my rush. Even though my masculinity was supposedly in control, I caught myself fantasizing about "tomorrow" with my boss and getting very horny.


Chapter 3 - The Play Gets Serious


Just then Sarah arrived, she was dressed in a skin tight black velvet mini dress and high heeled patent leather stilettos. Part of me was disturbed that her sexy appearance was only of passing interest to me.

We walked to a near by bar, attracting far more attention than I would have liked, but what could I expect. We were two beautiful, sexily dressed woman and the click of our stiletto heels on the pavement announced our presence to all. Becoming self conscious, I noticed the exaggerated movement of my breasts under my jacket and realized I had forgotten my bra. Without thinking, I suggesting to Sarah that I go back for it. Jumping to the obvious conclusion she laughed, "You and your boss been workin' hard have ya". I felt a heat in my cheeks as I blushed like a teenager and, a little too sharply replied "of course not I was ...". Interrupting me, Sarah finished "practising breast stoke! Hey don't worry about me and Andrew will love it". Trying to suppress my excitement at the thought, I ignored the comment. Looking at me sideways, Sarah made it more difficult, "He does have a nice bod doesn't he.". Grinning at my discomfort, we continued on in silence.

Relieved to be away from the trials of work, my first two glasses of wine disappeared in quick fashion. The others arrived and my discomfort increased as Andrew sat down next to me. I had to concentrate hard to keep my attention on listening for any hint that one of these people knew of my change of sex. My task was made harder by the amount of interest the males in our group paid to me. Feeling strangely flattered by all the attention, I discovered that a plus of being a beautiful female around randy males, was that free drinks kept appearing in front of me.

Around 10pm we decided to move on to the night club. Standing I noted I was now a little drunk and I wobbled on my stiletto heels for a moment. Andrew, who had been showing an uncomfortable amount of interest in me all evening, reached out to steady me and attempting to avoid his touch, I wobbled even worse. Overcorrecting, I stumbled into him and he slipped his arm around me, sending shivers of arousal through me. Realizing my mistake, I fought to stop my rising feminine urges. It was a useless attempt, the alcohol had reduced my will power. My last masculine thought was that, sobriety better not be far away or there might be no masculinity left.

Wondering why I would want masculine urges, I slipped my arm around Andrew and reveled in his masculine strength, even inhaling his masculine scent. Men were essential to have around but I didn't want to be one. Andrew's closeness caused me to become very aroused and we walked all the way to the club with our arms around each other.


Chapter 4 - The Final Act


It turned out to be a fetish club, full of people more revealingly dressed than even Sarah and I were. Excusing myself I went to the toilet. Deep down a corner of me was scared when my femininity remained in control even separated from Andrew. I slid up my skirt, pulled down my panties and relieved myself. Wiping my fanny, I couldn't help playing with my clitoris and fantasizing it was Andrew's fingers on me. I quickly had a small but satisfying orgasm. That hidden part of me winced, when instead of pulling up my panties, I put them in my purse. Smoothing my skirt into place and adjusting my jacket, I admired my leather clad image in the mirror, smiling sexily at the sensation of being naked underneath.

Touching up my lipstick, I rejoined the group. Knowing my pussy and arse were naked beneath my skirt, in front of all those people, made me extremely horny. Squeezing in next to Andrew, he put his arm around me again and ran his hand over the leather. As I leaned into him, helpless to stop myself, he whispered into my ear how sexy he found the feel of leather. His warm breath, caused a rush to my naked pussy. I was so aroused my naked pussy's lips poked through my mound and rubbed on the silk lining of my skirt. Finishing my drink, I realized I was now quite drunk and, as two of our party returned from the dance floor with new partners, I was forced, willingly, to sit in a dark corner on Andrew's lap. I could clearly feel his erection against my leg, making me feel even hornier. He had one arm around my small waist, holding me firmly, and the other slid across my lap and into my jacket.

Still taking part in the conversation around us, he started to play with my breasts and nipples. My breasts and nipples seemed super sensitive and it even felt like my breast were swelling as he played with them. I found myself wanting more. I was to horny to care that others might notice what we were doing and I gently removed his hand from my jacket and placed it under the hem of my skirt. As he slid it up my thigh, I felt my breathing quicken and buried my face in his neck to hide my glazed expression at the pleasure I felt. Touching my naked fanny, he muttered "You horny little cow" and started to massage my wet clitoris. As he slipped a finger into my aching vagina, I couldn't help moving my hips to increase his access. Without stopping his actions up my skirt, he whispered that he knew the owner and there was somewhere we could go. Helpless to resist, even if I had wanted to, I stood and my hand in his, followed him to a back room with a bed in it.

Once alone, he stripped quickly and I undid my jacket. Turning, he slipped my jacket off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Running his hands over the soft skin of my arms and shoulders he slipped them down on to me breasts massaging them gently. Sitting down on the bed, he started to lick and suck on my large nipples, while his hands unzipped my skirt and slid it to the floor. Standing, he rubbed his cock in and out between my thighs which were now slick with my own juices. The contact of his cock on my swollen pussy's lips was exquisite. Desperately I parted my legs and tried to slip his cock into my vagina with my hand but, even in my high heels, I was to short and only managed to increase the frustrating contact with my pussy.

Lifting me easily in his arms, he placed me on my back in the middle of the bed. Moving around the bed he attached chains to my wrists and ankles with leather straps, locking them with small padlocks. Intensely aroused I didn't protest and was soon spread-eagled on the bed unable to move or release myself. Feeling very vulnerable, exposed and frightened, I begged him to stop, although my body's continued arousal contradicted my protests. Climbing on the bed, he rubbed his engorged cock around my proffered gash and I found my protests dying on my lips, as I lost myself in masochistic ecstasy. The movement slowly centered on my glistening vagina and he pushed into me. I cried out as he sank his cock deep into my vagina, it felt so much better than the vibrator, his hot cock inside me and his groin pressing on my clitoris.

I thrashed and struggled with my bindings as started pumping into me hard. I thought of crying for help but found I didn't want to, there was to much pleasure coursing through my body. I was shocked at my delight in the fierce submission he was forcing on me, realizing I was now struggling so I could touch him not to get away. His pace quickened and I found myself pushing up against him, increasing the hard contact on my clitoris. As I reached the brink of orgasm I felt him stiffen and his cock jerked again and again as he came deep inside me. He pulled out and I was left trembling, helpless on the bed, relieved yet needing something more. His satisfied leer met my own liquid gaze and he reached out and rubbed my clitoris. I came immediately, my muscles contracting hard and my vision blackening with the sheer intensity of feeling.

My spasms subsiding, I realized he had picked up my clothes and left the room. Feeling extremely vulnerable, I struggled vainly to free myself. Returning briefly, he released me and, dropping a bag on the bed, told me to dress and join him in the club. Opening the bag I discovered a bright red latex body suit. With no other choice, I started to put it on.

I put my feet through the neck pulling it to my waist and discovered the inside had been oiled. As I slipped my legs into place, I noticed it had shoes molded in with impossible five inch heels. Pulling hard to get it over my hips I was shocked to feel dildos, set in it's crotch, slip into my vagina and arse. I almost took it off again but I knew it was the only clothing available so I continued.  Squeezing my arms into it I felt it's high neck snap into place around mine. I also fitted my fingers snugly into the gloves that were part of the suit. Pulling my long hair out of the neck, I noticed a chill on my nipples and looked down to discover there were strategic holes for them to poke through. Raising my gloved hands to them, I felt a sexual shiver at the erotic feel of the latex on my delicate nipples. Finding red eye shadow and scarlet lipstick in the bag, I applied them with a makeup mirror. I felt just a tiny bit puzzled by a nagging feeling I didn't need to have put the makeup on.

Turning to the main mirror I gasped, both at the feeling of the dildos settling further into my openings and at the way the suit molded to my body revealing every detail. My whole appearance was so extreme in it's sexuality it had to be described as sex toy. It was starting to feel wrong but somehow I was almost comfortable with the idea that I was a sex toy. Looking closer at the rubber suit, I noticed there were several steel loops attached to my forearms, one at each ankle and a strap at the back of the collar. The crotch had a padlock hanging from it that apparently allowed removal of the dildos, although doing so would leave my pussy and arsehole bare and I didn't have a key anyway.

Although I was already horny again, the wrong feeling was getting stronger and I was getting worried about what Andrew had in mind for me dressed like this in this club. I turned and went to the door, every step was exquisite torture as the dildos moved inside me and the oiled suit slid sexily around on my skin. Opening the door, I headed down the hall away from the club, hoping to find a coat, a back exit and a broad minded taxi driver to take me home. The risk involve seemed preferable to the imagined possibilities in the club.

Rounding the corner I walked into Andrew. "Where do you think you're going! Never mind I'm prepared for this". Too stunned to think, I let him reach round my neck and padlock the strap around it. "Now you can't remove the suit without my permission". Forcing my hands behind me, he laced my forearms together with a leather thong, forcing my chest out and highlighting my substantial breasts and bare nipples. Next he produced a red gag with a ball in it. The ball went in my mouth and he tied it behind my head preventing me from speaking. Finally he attached a red lead to my collar and walked back to the club, forcing me to follow along like a pet, tottering on those ridiculous heels, hands useless behind me and gagged into silence.

Entering the club Andrew stopped and called for quiet, pushing me in front of him he called out "Every one meet tonight's feature. She is of course available for your pleasure.". I knew should have felt humiliated and ashamed, but instead I reveled in my public display and even showed my body off. Andrew unlocked my crotch padlock and removed the slick dildos. Walking me over to the bar, several men and women ran their hands over me as I passed and then, to my horror, he bent me over a hand rail and tied my leash to the bar rail. My arse and fanny, slick with Andrew's come and my own juices, were now presented to any patron interested and I was helpless to prevent it.

Almost immediately I felt someone move up behind me and a cock started sliding in and out of my fanny. The man pleasuring himself until orgasm and then moving on. He was quickly replaced and starting to enjoy my total helplessness, I felt myself building to orgasm. It went on for an eternity. Countless men and many orgasms later, I felt my gag being removed and my neck was unclipped.

Arms still tied behind my back, I found I was to exhausted to stand and Andrew helped me to a seat. Sitting down, he placed me on his lap facing him. He was naked from the waist down and his erect cock slipped into my now raw vagina. Once I would have cursed him and pulled away, but now the pain only increased my excitement and I could not help starting to work my hips, grinding my clitoris on his stomach and impaling myself further onto his cock.

As I built towards yet another orgasm, I realized I could never leave my Andrew. I was his and that was all that mattered to me. Now semi-sober, I was aware of my previous masculinity, but it was not important. I was now an extremely sensual woman, I lived to satisfy my man and I loved every minute of it. Leaning forward I kissed him full on the lips, accepting his probing tongue and loosing myself to my lust.