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But she could learn nothing more from the picture, so she moved on. There were only a few pictures left when she came upon one showing Mesmeri and several other supervillains battling the Manhattan Five. It had been one of the few occasions when Mesmeri had gotten involved in direct combat. And the only time she teamed up with others of her ilk without having control of their minds.

'Got to give it to her, at least she's an equal opportunity slaver. Good or bad, she takes 'em all.' Emily took another look at Mesmeri. 'Damn, I hope I'll look that good when I'm 38. She obviously stays in shape even if she doesn't fight.'

It was starting to get warm too. That wasn't surprising; she'd been in uniform for more than 12 hours now. She did love her suit: it gave just the right amount of protection and freedom of motion for her fighting style. Unfortunately, it did slightly too good a job of keeping her warm. She stripped out of the upper part of her suit, leaving her in her sports bra. The slight breeze from the ventilator immediately started to cool her sweaty skin.

Her gaze returned to the screen, her hand idly playing with a strap of the bra. Emily's eyes gravitated towards Mesmeri's butt and, for some reamister, stayed there. 'She looks real good for a woman in her thirties. Damn fine shape.'

Her tongue licked her suddenly dry lips. 'Great ass,' she appraised. That thought startled her. 'Wait, am I checking out a woman?' It was only then that she noticed her hand had descended a little and was now caressing the upper swell of her breast. 'And a supervillain?'

Yanking her hand back like it was burned, she stood up. Not bothering to shut the computer off, she speeded towards the elevator. 'Okay, I am going to take a nice cold shower and then I will take a very long nap.' She made sure not to even glance at the monitor again.

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Sparkler sped back home through the early hours of the morning. She'd spent the night hitting her informants for information--quite literally, in the case of the less forthcoming ones--and had caught bubkes. Half hadn't even heard about the robbery yet; the other half only had second- or third-hand accounts of what was reported in the news.

She also managed to forget--more then a few times--to take off her helmet. It hadn't slowed her down; but she preferred being recognized. The fear made getting information from some of the weasels easier.

Not that she was the only one to hit dead-ends in the investigation. The police had found the van torched just outside the warehouse district. The bombs had actually been assemred by the guards, who had bought the components themselves. Which the police knew only because they'd traced them back to the security guards. The guards hadn't known because Mesmeri had been meant what she said: they'd completely forgotten they'd ever met the supervillain or done anything out of the ordinary. It was looking like the criminal had managed to think of everything that could lead back to her.

While she was sure the continuing glitches in her helmet systems weren't Mesmeri's fault, Sparkler had felt the urge to blame the criminal for them anyway. It went away as she continued to ride her bike; it always did. Driving her motorcycle always relaxed her, but tonight it felt even better. Part of her wanted to keep driving, but there was work to be done.

So she rode down what looked like a sewer tunnel and up the ramp that had lowered from the ceiling. She stripped out of her suit completely this time before even taking a seat. The boxer shorts and sports bra were good enough in the pleasantly warm room.

'I've been over most of her file already, but I... forgot to look at the last few pictures,' she thought with a blush. A few keystrokes later, Mesmeri's skintight outfit was again on the big screen. Sparkler's eyes automatically moved away from it, though, taking in the rest of the picture instead.

It showed the inside of Mesmeri's base--a lab to be precise. Crimmister Bandita had just gotten up from the platform in its center and was powering up. She was a supervillain but, that time, she hadn't been in control. Around Crimmister Bandita there were several women, all of them wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis, advancing on the superheroes.

Sparkler's attention returned to the mindcontrolled supervillain. She was still wearing her outfit even if it didn't cover all that much. For one it gave Emily a very good view of her cleavage. 'That getup really shows off her juicy tits.' Her breath hitched as the thought registered. It was only when she shook her head to dislodge the errant thought that she noticed the extra weight. 'And I forgot to take off the helmet again,' she grumred.

Getting annoyed about that felt good; it distracted her nicely from her earlier thoughts. But only for as long as it took for Sparkler to put the helmet away. That done, she was more comfortable looking at Mesmeri. She was off to the side with half of her form hidden by a control console. Not seeing anything more she hastily moved on to the next picture.

And groaned when her eyes were drawn right away to Mesmeri's retreating backside. 'That's it! I'm so frustrated I'm ogling women. Once I catch Mesmeri I'm letting Joseph know our on-again-off-again relationship is no longer off.'

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"Oooh, I'm a bad girl," Emily moaned as she slipped a hand under her shorts. On the screen a slide-show of the more up-close pictures of Mesmeri played.

It had been more then a week now since the robbery and there still hadn't been a breakthrough. She'd reported to the League that the police were now convinced Mesmeri had only stayed in Bay City for a couple of days and had left right after the foiled heist.

Sparkler hadn't believed that and had kept looking. Although, somewhere along the way, looking had turned into simply driving around for hours on end. 'About the same time riding my bike started to feel so fantastic,' the superheroine mused. 'When the hum of the motor beneath me became arousing.'

A lot of things were turning her on these days. Her bike, women... Mesmeri. A shiver ran through her as her mind returned to her growing obsession. Sparkler knew the League might get concerned she was devoting too much time and effort on catching this one permister, but she couldn't stop. Thinking about how easily the supervillain had outplayed her, the confident way she'd instructed those security guards and then had strutted away like she was a queen, left Sparkler antsy, left her needing a second confrontation.

Of course, jilling off while watching pictures of the woman wasn't healthy. Sparkler knew that. She'd fought the urge for days, fucking herself on her bed upstairs. It had only wetted her appetite, had made her wonder how much better it would be to do this while staring at Mesmeri's face. 'The answer is lots,' her mind provided as she ground her clit against the palm of her hand.

That thought didn't make this right; it simply made it irresistible. 'Once I've caught Mesmeri, if Joseph isn't interested, I'm going into a bar and I'll grab the first good-looking man I find. Or woman,' she added. That addition sent her over the edge and, with a grunt, she came.

On the screen, the slide-show was still playing. Sparkler only watched it with half an eye as she regained her breath. Then something caught her eye. She stopped the slide-show and went back a frame. It was the one showing the Crimmister Bandita but Sparkler wasn't looking at her.

It was a screen in the background that made her sit up. That monitor was displaying a building with some information besides it. She couldn't read what it said but the building in the picture looked familiar. Zooming in, she hissed at what she read.

'Selene's Massage Parlor, Totterstreet 56, Bay City... A clue! A fucking clue!' she exulted. Pumping her fist in the air, the crime fighter shouted, "woohooo!"

A plan began to form. 'This calls for undercover work, because I have no idea what connection or interest Mesmeri has in the place. For all I know she's going there to get some stress relieved.' Not that Sparkler actually believed anything of the sort.

With her mind busy working out the details of her investigation of the place, Sparkler never noticed the swirling colors filling the edge of her vision, the beat pounding in her ears, or the weight of her helmet.
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Chapter III

"Why don't you lie down right here, Ms. West?" The friendly masseuse patted the table for emphasis. The masseuse's nametag read "Angie" and she looked average, happy, and under nobody's control. None of the employees Sparkler encountered had seemed suspicious.

"Oh, right. Sorry, this is my first time. Getting a massage," she amended. Blushing a little, she congratulated herself on her acting s*******.

Angie's smile turned indulgent. "We get that all the time. But, if you need a distraction, you could put on these." Angie retrieved a pair of headphones from under the table, giving Sparkler a good look at her butt. "We've got a small TV right under the head support too. It'll play scenes of waves crashing onto a beach, midday in the forest, that sort of thing. Supposed to help the customer relax."

With an impish expression she added, "or get you to forget that a perfect stranger is laying her hands on you."

Sparkler eyed the setup and her heart began to speed up. It could be perfectly innocent, or it could be one of Mesmeri's inventions. Either way, there was only one way to find out. "Yeah, I think I'll use them. No offense."

"None taken," Angie assured her as she put the earphones back. She gave Emily her space as she climbed onto the table, laid down on her stomach, and finished by unwrapping the towel.

Only when it seemed she'd gotten comfortable did Angie move towards her. "Now, before we start I've got to ask you if you filled out your form truthfully. No old injuries you forgot to mention or did you change your mind about the kind of massage you want?"

"No and no." Emily couldn't help but a smile a little too. Angie's bright permisterality had an infectious quality.

Angie nodded. "We have to ask. Can't be too careful. You can put the earphones on now. Got any preferences?"

"Hmmm, I like the beach."

"Beach it is." Angie bent her knees a little to reach for something underneath the table and faint sound started coming from the earphones. Emily put them on and settled back into position. Less than a meter away was a small TV-screen indeed showing the ocean's waves meeting a beach. The sound of the roaring waves and the screams of seagulls filled her ears.

But Emily was careful, listening intently for a hint of something more and looking away from the screen every few seconds. 'So far there's no-' Her thoughts broke of when she felled an oiled up hand lightly touch her shoulder. Her muscles tensed in reflex, but the hand didn't move and Emily got herself back under control. 'Attacking the masseuse would not help me blend in,' she reminded herself.

It wasn't until those muscles relaxed that the hand moved to her back. There it was joined by another hand and the massage began in earnest. A sigh sorry escaped Emily's lips as those strong fingers began to delicately skim over her muscles.

'Pay attention, Sparkler,' she berated herself. 'If more is going on, now would be the time when something happened.' So she tried to ignore what was happening to her body and focused on discerning anything amiss in the recording.

But nothing changed. She was still surrounded by the sounds you could hear on the beach; the waves still crashed on the beach. Emily looked at the screen for a few seconds, then looked away for the same amount of time before returning her gaze to the TV. It was repetitive, boring, and a necessary precaution if there was something nefarious in that recording.

Angie's hands were another story. Finished with skimming, they began to softly knead the muscles in her back and neck. Emily stopped herself from moaning her appreciation but not from relaxing under those slick digits.

Her eyes began to droop as tension that had been building for more than a week melted away. The minutes ticked by, and Emily began to accept that nothing was going on after all. There were no hidden messages in the relaxation tape, no haves in the massage oil. Sparkler was sure she would have noticed any by now. It was the most important part of the League's resistance training, after all. You couldn't resist something if you didn't even notice it was going on.

'At least this is not a total waste,' she thought with a smile. 'I'm feeling better already. I should have gotten a massage sooner. I wonder if Joseph knows how to give one?'

She missed those hands when they left, but a minute later they appeared on her calves and all was right again. There was too much going on for her to fall arelax, but her lack of rest had caught up with her. She was floating, really, drifting on an amorphous cloud of contentment. Sight and sound mingled into a hazy presence in the background.

As the hands traveled to her thighs, that presence changed subtly. The sound had grown increasingly indistinct; now it came back as a soft murmuring with a very familiar beat. Equally familiar colors began to dance on the edge of her vision.

Something inside Emily told her this was unusual, but she couldn't fathom why. They were always there, after all. Yes, there was nothing wrong. There was nothing to be suspicious about. The beach sank into two dark pools of whirling water, and Emily's gaze went down with it.

The undercover crime fighter hadn't thought it possible, but she relaxed even more. A tension deep inside her loosened and Emily didn't fight the moan that came out of her as Angie's hands began to knead her butt. She didn't think that was appropriate, but the pools murmured that everything was fine, and Emily had no desire to contradict them.

The towel glided off her back; leaving her completely exposed to those mind-melting hands. On the TV, the dark pools were sinking, too, sinking into dark brown eyes as the murmuring water morphed into a soothing voice massaging words into her psyche.

The face on the screen was familiar. Sparkler knew it, she was sure of it. But putting a name to it meant remembering. It entailed doing something and, at the moment, she had no desire to do anything. Because everything was perfectly fine, absolutely perfect.

"You can still see the whirlpools in your mind," the warm voice described it and Emily saw it, "feel it tug Sparkler down into the deep where she can rest, safe and secure. Where nothing can touch her or disturb her. Leaving Emily floating, just drifting. No fear, no worry, no desire. Just happily gliding on and on with my voice guiding you to even better places."

That sounded nice. Emily liked going to better places. "Because, with the whirlpools busily spinning in your mind, all you need is my voice. You trust my voice to guide you safely to a better place. So when you turn over, you still see the whirlpools even when your eyes do not. Because my voice has firmly lodged them in your head. Turn over Emily."

Without a thought, she did exactly that. She laid eyes on Angie again, and saw that she, too, was wearing earphones now. She was also naked, her nipples taut and firm, but Emily didn't mind; she simply enjoyed the view. Angie's bright expression had not dulled, but had misted over. It had become softer, more controlled.

Their eyes met, and Emily thought she should feel concern. But she didn't understand why, because Sparkler was safe in a place where nothing could affect her. The hands began to rub her tummy, gliding over the trained muscles and turning them to cooked spaghetti with a touch.

The voice turned sultry. "You feel so relaxed and so good, listening to my voice. You can't help but associate the sound of my voice with these feelings. It's natural to trust a voice that makes you feel so nice and link it with feeling wonderful."

The hands reached Emily's breasts and slowly enveloped them. The blonde moaned unabashedly, uncaring who might hear. The fingers started with a light pressure at the base, but that increased as they traveled up until Emily's nipples were rolled between slick digits.

"You're getting aroused, listening to my voice and following my lead." Emily had thought the hands were the cause, but she trusted the voice. "Listening and obeying is arousing. Open your legs a little."

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Emily didn't think, she just did. An oiled hand slid between her thighs as they opened, like the move was choreographed. "You feel more aroused now because you obeyed. You feel better because you trusted me," the voice crooned. Emily mewled as the hand rubbed up and down her pussy.

"You will remember these feelings, the way my voice makes you feel. Even when Sparkler's away from her safe place, you'll remind her quietly of these feelings. Help her trust my voice and obey."

A finger slid into Emily's lubricated slit. Her mouth spoke on it's own. "I obey," she breathed. She would remind Sparkler how it felt to hear the voice.

"Yes, and every time you do your body will remember these hands on your body. Caressing you, loving you like you love the sound of my voice. Giving you pleasure and peace, trust and calm. The better you obey, the better you feel the hands. The more you feel peace and pleasure."

"Peace and pleasure," Emily murmured. She shuddered as a second finger entered her and began to piston slowly in and out.

"Now, when Sparkler comes back from her safe place there are a few things she must remember. And some things only Emily can remember. Sparkler will remember..." Emily listened, remembered, and then forgot. ------------------------------------------------- A friendly voice broke into Sparkler's dream. "Time to wake up, Ms. West." Her first response was to ignore it and snuggle deeper into her bed. Which was when the superheroine realized she wasn't in a bed at all. Groggily, she opened her eyes to take stock of her surroundings.

'Oh, that's right. I went undercover to see if this place had any connection to Mesmeri.' She pinched her lips in disappointment at herself. 'And got so careless I fell arelax. Not to mention...' Now it was a blush that appeared on her features.

Angie's hands had felt so good that Sparkler had gone so far as to ask for a full-body massage. And managed to embarrass herself further by luxuriating far too much in it. 'Did I really moan? Out loud?' Even now there was this core of mellow arousal inside of her, a constant reminder of Angie's s*******.

"Ehm, I want to apologize for getting so..." Sparkler trailed off. She didn't really know how to put it in words.

Angie's smile got just a tad indulgent. "Don't worry about it. You're not the first customer to really relax. As a matter of fact, I think it's great. No such thing as too relaxed in my book!"

That didn't help Sparkler's blush, especially when Angie leaned forward a little to lay a hand on the crime fighter's knee. Looking down the masseuse's uniform, Sparkler got very conscious of Angie's attractiveness. The relaxing desire in her started to spread outward. Suddenly, the superheroine felt more disappointed that she hadn't tried to take things further.

"And it'll help get you to visit us again."

"Hmm?" Sparkler's eyes went up, not really catching that last sentence. "Oh, right. Yes, of course." Her eyes started to drift back down again of their own accord. "Ehm, I really have to go now. Thank you and... Thank you." Sparkler almost fled out of there.

The shower she took afterwards didn't help either. Sparkler kept touching herself, and twice she had actually started to finger herself. But she'd managed to get through it without embarrassing herself again. 'I'm not yet desperate enough for an orgasm to get my rocks off in public.' And now she was on her way out.

That was the moment when she got her break in the case. A casual look down a hallway showed two women talking. There was nothing suspicious about that, but a niggling feeling of familiarity made Sparkler take another look.

One of the women looked average enough. Brown, bushy hair, medium build and clothes that were neither expensive nor especially poor. But it was the other that Sparkler recognized. The latina wore a different pantsuit, but the superheroine recognized her facial features.

Sparkler walked along, waiting to double-back until she was out of sight. Peering around the corner, she examined their interaction better. The unknown woman was speaking with the one in the pantsuit was just nodding along. Only now did Sparkler notice the almost absent look in the latina's eyes.

Finally, the Hispanic woman said a few words. They were her parting words because, right after that, she walked away. The other woman didn't wait either, and went the other way.

Giving it a few seconds, Sparkler followed the one in the pantsuit. She didn't look back once, not even when she reached a door and started punching in the code to gain entrance.

Sparkler got a brief glimpse of stairs before the door swung shut, leaving her with a choice: try to follow the latina or come back later when she had some tools. Sparkler, however, had no desire getting caught sneaking into places where simple Emily West had no reamister for being.

'Which means I'll be coming back here tonight. Better get moving, don't want to draw any suspicion now that I'm so close.'
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Chapter IV

Sparkler felt fantastic. Not only had going to that massage parlor given her the break in the case she needed, the massage had done wonders, too. Even now there was this core of mellow arousal inside of her, keeping her from getting impatient or distracted.

She took another survey of the building.

The parlor only occupied the ground floor; the three floors above it were rented out to a number of companies. Further electronic investigation revealed all of them to be dummy corporations linked to the same, very real, company. One that had absolutely no ties to criminal activity, let alone Mesmeri.

'Which only means the League missed it,' Sparkler concluded. 'And once I've taken a look for myself and gathered some evidence, that won't be the case anymore. Not to mention that it will secure my reputation.'

This time she wasn't going for some dramatic roof-entry. Mesmeri probably expected that, and it stood to reamister that her actual hideout had a lot better security than the harmless front. So she was going to gain entry to said front and break in from the inside.

A quick sweep with her scanner revealed that the parlor was protected by a reamisterably effective security system, but it was still commercial-grade, and Sparkler's equipment fooled it with a simple press of a button. The lock itself followed soon after, and the superheroine was in.

Trying to listen for any unusual sound over the soft music wasn't easy, but it didn't even dawn on Sparkler anymore that she should have stashed her helmet with the bike. It didn't matter anyway, because the dark building was quiet.

Instead of taking the obvious route through the stairway the mesmerized businesswoman had used, Sparkler accessed the ventilation shaft. It was something of a cliche, she knew that, but it was effective, and Sparkler only needed it to get to the first floor.

It took a while, even with a complete map of the ventilation system, since Sparkler didn't want to alert anybody of her presence. She stopped at the first grate on the first floor just to get a sense of the environment. She looked down on a hallway and, for a moment, Sparkler wondered if she'd made a wrong turn somewhere.

The corridor looked exactly like what she'd seen on the floor below, a simple carpet and white-painted walls. No sci-fi metal walkways, screens every few meters with spirals or something like that. It looked... harmless. And empty; she couldn't see or hear anybody walking around.

Sparkler moved on and took the next shaft branching off the main one. 'I won't get far like this. I can chance moving through the hallways if nobody is using them.' That didn't mean she was just going to drop right in.

The roster she peered through this time showed a changing room. There were shelves and hooks holding a wide range of clothing. A few were still empty except for some scraps of fabric that resemred the uniform she'd seen on those women in Mesmeri's base. 'Jackpot!'

Her vision seemed to flicker for a second. The room was as deserted as the corridor, but Sparkler took care when she removed the covering and slithered out of the shaft. Another look around the room assured the crime fighter she was alone. Replacing the covering, she was halfway to the door when she thought she heard something. ------------------------------------------------- Amanda was standing. She knew where, and knew that she had been doing that for a while now but she was not getting bored, she was getting happier. Mistress had instructed her to stand at this spot and what to do if certain contingencies came to pass. And she was carrying out that instruction faithfully, without question or distraction. The memory of a finger slowly sawing in and out of her pussy counting the seconds, minutes and hours of her compliance,

standing on standby like a robot, ready for new instructions. Fresh arousal stained the scrap of cloth that barely covered her pussylips at the thought.

The thong was part of the uniform Mistress liked to see her property in. Completing the set was two small triangles of fabric covering the tips of her breasts, practical sandals and a delicate, silver chain around her neck.

Dressed in that, Amanda stood there like a statue, becoming more obedient through obeying the instruction. She didn't stop doing that even when Sparkler removed a grate and entered the changing room. Because her new instructions hadn't told her to acknowledge the superheroine's presence.

She felt no amazement when Sparkler's gaze swept over and past her without hesitation. She didn't raise an alarm or challenge Sparkler's presence. She simply waited.

The superheroine began to make her way to the door and Amanda's head swiveled to follow. Words entered her mind and left her lips. "Emily, remind Sparkler to put on a uniform."

Sparkler stopped immediately and looked around but once again didn't seem to see Amanda. The superheroine looked back at the shelves holding Mistress's uniforms, then at the door.

Amanda watched with total concentration as Sparkler began to put on a proper uniform. A second phantom finger joined the first. ------------------------------------------------- Sparkler adjusted one of the straps of the bikini. Taking a last look at the room, she made sure she left no hint of her presence behind. Her uniform was hidden behind the grate, so the superheroine wanted to verify that there was no glinting or hints of red to tip anybody off. 'Getting this disguise was a real stroke of genius. Sure, I can't take my belt with me but I still got my main weapons.'

The crime fighter thought she'd heard something just before she got the idea, but that was obviously ridiculous. 'There's nobody here. I'm safe.' The inner core of mellow arousal that had been with her since that afternoon pulsed.

She looked at her feet. 'Odd that Mesmeri has her toys wear these. They might be comfortable, but they sure aren't decorative. Unlike the rest of it,' she thought as the thong rode into her crack again. Shrugging off the thought, she walked out into the hallway, trying to look magictized and like she knew where she was going. All without showing how much she wished the outfit covered more of her. The superheroine decided not to poke her head into any rooms until she got a better feel for the activity on that floor. So she strode through the corridors, taking a turn every now and then.

'Is it me or is this place bigger than it has any right to be?' Any speculation on the reamister for that was aborted when Sparkler finally encountered the first human being. She'd just turned to the right at the next intersection when she encountered one of Mesmeri's slaves. This one looked like an amazon, with defined muscles visible under her ebony skin. She was so much taller than Sparkler that the superheroine was looking straight at the slave's impressive bust. Both of them stopped at the same time, with about three yards of space between them.

The disguised crime fighter had to fight the urge to jump or react in any way. Sparkler just stood there, and was doubly glad she'd put on the disguise; taking this one out would have attracted attention. Especially when she would have to give away the element of surprise to close the distance first.

It was only then that Sparkler noticed that her own disguise hadn't been perfect after all. For one, the woman was wearing a slender golden chain around her neck. Additionally, the woman's skin had been oiled until was shining. Sparkler freely admitted to herself it looked beautiful, but it presented a problem.

'At least she won't be able to see my neck because of the helmet...' Sparkler frowned at that notion. There was something off about it. The core of languid lust within her pulsed and Emily's expression cleared. 'Nothing's wrong, I'm perfectly safe. My uniform is perfectly fine. I just have to act my way out of this.'

Which was easier said then done; Sparkler had no idea what one of Mesmeri's slaves would say in this situation. She was about to just walk away, hoping that would suffice, when the woman spoke. "Your uniform is out of order," the voice rang with an unexpected authority.

Sparkler looked up to better study the amazon's face and was startled by the alertness in her eyes. There was nothing docile there. "You will follow me to the Preparation Room to have it corrected. Follow me."

For a moment, the superheroine pondered her options. But the memory of the amazon's eyes told her she had no hope of taking the woman out without incident. So she started to match the pace of the slave, who hadn't even looked back.

"I obey." The words tumred out of her mouth without thought. They felt right, like what a real magictized slave would say.

And the black amazon apparently agreed. "We obey," she chimed in. Her voice was devoid of any authority now. It was soft, eager and it sent a shiver down Sparkler's spine.

The walk wasn't long, but none of the doors gave any clue to what was behind them, so Sparkler barely stopped in time when the other woman turned around at one of them. The authority was once more radiating from her. "Open the door and walk into the circle at the center of the room. Wait there for further instructions."

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Sparkler didn't hesitate this time; she'd already formulated a plan. She would disable anybody in the room and then escape through the vent. 'Whoever's in there can't be a tougher opponent than this one.' The only weakness of that plan was that it required the door to be closed. Otherwise, it would simply give the mesmerized amazon reinpowerments.

"I obey," Emily intoned. Her stomach muscles twitched at the words and for a moment it was as if a finger trailed the base of her breasts. She blamed the cool air for the growing stiffness in her nipples.

This time, Sparkler could see the change in the slave. Her entire face went slack but the fire in her eyes became brighter, almost hungry: "We obey." Sparkler's own breath sped up a little. It was oddly arousing to see how firm Mesmeri's grip was on such a strong permister.

Without moving her head, the crime fighter took her surroundings in. This room was more like what she expected. All metal with a large screen on the wall opposite of the door. There wasn't much there except a small, metal cabinet, a red circle on the floor, and two more of Mesmeri's slaves standing against the wall on either side.

She recognized both from the warehouse, and both wore the exact same thing as the amazon. The only difference was that their chains were silver and one had a butterfly tattoo above her pussy. 'Okay, door still open and I need to take these two out at the same time. I've got to lure them in.'

And there was only one way to do that. Act like she was one of them and let them get close to "correct her uniform". 'Whatever that means.' Despite her best intentions, Sparkler started to tense up as she waited and waited for the door to close.

The relief when she finally heard that satisfying click almost made her forget her role. But still the two women made no move nor spoke a word. Sparkler had never known how prone to fidgeting she was until now, when she couldn't do anything but stand still and wait.

The display came on and Sparkler looked at it, eager for anything to distract her from the many things that could go wrong. Whorling water streamed along the screen, captivating more of Sparkler's attention. Her awareness of her targets slowly washed away, as her eyes followed the water whirling down, deeper and deeper.

The water kept spiraling on and on, making the mellow arousal inside of her overflow her mind. Sparkler's breathing deepened with the memory of strong hands touching her all over, turning her body on and her mind off. The blonde sighed contentedly. The water kept rushing down.

A moment or a century later the door opened and closed behind her, but Emily only had eyes for the whirlpool in front of her. It didn't matter who was coming up from behind or why that permister was circling around her. Only when the woman moved in front of the screen and partially obscured the view did Emily react. She blinked.

Emily noted that the permister moving to stand in front of her was wearing a black silk robe that reached her knees. She was also wearing a small medallion. The woman was the exact same height as Emily so she was looking straight into this newcomer's eyes when the woman faced her.

Sparkler hissed as she recognized the face of Mesmeri, but her eyes were already falling into those dark brown orbs. The whirlpool was a puddle compared to the depths those eyes held for Emily. Thoughts of fighting and arresting Mesmeri flew through her head, but her body just stood there. She was trapped, again.

"Welcome Sparkler," Mesmeri said with a warm voice. "I'm so happy you've decided to join me here."

Her confusion and anger intensified. "What the hell did you do to me?" She'd tried to shout the words, but they came out flat.

"Rigged your helmet so you'd be exposed to audio-visual subliminals whenever you had it on." Sparkler gulped as she realized she was wearing that helmet right now, and had been wearing it even after putting on her "disguise". "You'd be amazed what you can do with a neural interface."

"Impossible! It's got all kinds of security systems." The words were more for Emily than Mesmeri. But she was the one that answered.

"The Transcriber-component is quite well protected," Mesmeri conceded. "The Reader is a different story. I couldn't put thoughts into your head directly, but I didn't need to. Reading your thoughts just made the "improvements" to your display-systems more effective. And when the system determined you were ready, it steered you here."

"The massage," the superheroine whispered. "There was something in the relaxation tape after all. You used it to plant ideas into my mind, but, but, but you don't work this way. You use machines and haves. I've got resistance-training..." Sparkler was wandering off point but she was too stunned to think coherently.

Mesmeri giggled. She actually giggled. "Read my League file have you? Oh, you shouldn't believe everything you read but, then again, I have spent so much time and effort in pretending to be a small fish it's good to know people are falling for it. I'm afraid all of those foiled plans and cliche posturing were just a smokescreen to hide my more successful ventures."

She lifted an eyebrow. "How did you think I was getting the money to build all those machines and labs? And did you honestly expect me to run around in that costume all the time?"

Sparkler hadn't thought of that, but she actually had. "Yes." Her face reddened and the superheroine was now glad for that stupid helmet.

It didn't help though; the supervillain had deduced her embarrassment anyway. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that's just for when I play my role. When I need protection. No, here I just wear something comfortable. Something easily removable. Here, with the people I trust, I like to be accessible."

'That's so nice of her.' The thought came unbidden. 'No wait, it isn't. She's turned these women into her slaves; that's the opposite of nice.' Anger started to surge up again. "I'll beat you." Sparkler took a savage joy in the small amount of heat she managed to put in those words.

It didn't faze Mesmeri's amusement. "You don't even want to beat me. If you did, you'd be trying to attack me. Attempt to move out of the circle, perhaps just look away from my eyes."

Sparkler got a little worried that the criminal was correct, but had no time to dwell on it because Mesmeri kept talking. "But you can't look away from my eyes, you don't want to. You want to fall into them deeper while you listen to my voice. Fall deep and down into that safe place where nothing can harm you, Sparkler." Sparkler gave a wordless sound of protest. The mellow arousal, all but forgotten during the confrontation, began to coil around her thoughts. Her eyes fluttered and, with a strangled moan, Sparkler fell into the safe place. "This leaves Emily to hear my voice and remember how it felt to trust it. To recall how wonderful it felt to listen as the hands massaged you."

An unseen pair of hands began to glide over her body again and Mesmeri's eyes grew until they seemed to fill her universe.

"Those hands that caressed you, loved you." Mesmeri's tone was warm and unyielding. Emily sighed. "Rewarding you when you obey, giving you peace and pleasure."

"Peace and pleasure," Emily agreed. The hands began to gently knead her tits. Her body began to sway; she just wanted to collapse into those hands.

"Remove your helmet," the voice ordered.

Emily hadn't realized she was wearing one but that didn't delay her. "I obey." A finger started to slowly trace her pussylips as her hands went up. She lost contact with the eyes for a moment but sought them out again when the helmet was in her hands. The approval that shone in those eyes lit a glow in Emily's mindscape.

Someone took it away from her but Emily didn't look who it was; she simply let her hands fall to her side. Arousal began to stain her thong.

The voice spoke again. "You will focus all of your attention on the screen. You will learn the truths that appear on the screen and repeat them. You will continue to do so until ordered otherwise."

Emily lost contact once more with the eyes when they turned away, leaving her disorientated. She looked around the room, trying to get her bearings, then caught sight of the whirlpool on the screen. She forgot there was a room.

Words appeared on the screen and Emily obeyed. "I, oooh, trust Mesmeri." An imaginary thumb began to gently flick her clit in cadence with her words. "I trust, hmmm, her orders, I want to obey, yesss, her." Emily sank deeper into peace and pleasure, alone in the room.
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Chapter V

Amanda walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a non-descript door. With every breath she took, she felt the silver chain around her neck, reminding her of her shackled will. She felt so much more owned when dressed in this skimpy "uniform".

Opening the door, she entered the room. Amanda recognized the woman standing in front of the screen in an outfit similar to her own. Sparkler was staring at whirlpool on the TV, sweat covering her shaking body. As Amanda came closer she could smell the mixture of arousal and exhaustion. And hear what the blonde moaned and groaned. They were words Amanda had already burned into her own mind. "Mistress loves me...Obedience is peace...Mistress trusts me...Obedience is pleasure..."

She approved of the fervent tone in Sparkler's voice, but didn't give the superheroine any more time to savor her surrender to Mistress. Amanda had instructions to carry out. "Stop and turn around."

The blonde crime fighter complied immediately. The fabric of her uniform clung to her skin, but Sparkler made no move to cover herself or start conversation. Amanda ticked off the first item on her mental list. There was, however, something else that had to be checked first.

"Mistress has tasked me with controlling you. I speak with her voice until instructed otherwise. Stand at attention." Amanda had anticipated the look of uncertainty she received.

"Hands behind your back," she started. The superheroine did it perfectly, as expected. The position had been in her lesmisters, but Mistress said it was more effective to acquaint a slave to it this way. "Chest forward, straighten your back and part your legs a little."

She watched as Sparkler did her best to do all those things. When she seemed done, Amanda matter-of-factly cupped the blonde's sex. Seeing her wide-eyed look, Amanda explained, "this position is intended to make you more physically and mentally open and receptive to whomever gives you orders. Your mind will become better attuned to obedience every time you assume this position. You stand at attention, you will obey better."

"I will obey."

Amanda noted there was no hesitation, but that meant little. It was possible the superheroine was trying to fool her and hadn't actually watched the screen. That needed to be tested first. The first question appeared in Amanda's mind as her hand returned to her side. "Answer my questions. What is Mesmeri?"

"She is my Mistress." Sparkler's breathy voice hitched at the end.

"What are you?"

"Mistress's slave."

"What is obedience?"

Sparkler mewled the next words and her knees almost buckled. "Peace and pleasure."

The reactions could still be faked, but Amanda did not believe they were. Sparkler had watched the screen, now it was a matter of seeing how well it had taken. Amanda moved closer until they almost touched. "Kiss me."

Sparkler looked surprised but then she leaned over and pressed her lips against Amanda's. Amanda watched the other woman's face, noting the hesitancy as Sparkler figured out what exactly she was supposed to do. But technique didn't matter right now; this was about testing how far her obedience went. So Amanda took a step back and observed the other's reaction.

The crime fighter hadn't been leaning on Amanda so she wasn't threatening to topple over. Nor was she trying to follow Amanda to prolong the kiss, she simply stood there blinking somewhat owlishly.

Amanda moved to the next point on her list. "Show me your pussy."

The exertion of the last few hours had left Sparkler's face a little reddened, making it impossible to detect a hint of a blush. Her "I obey" certainly was a little subdued. Removing her right hand from her back, Sparkler hooked a finger behind the scrap of fabric covering her sex and pulled it to the side.

Amanda made a show of looking at those puffy lips, probing the superheroine for any sign of being uncomfortable. She found none. In fact, Sparkler seemed to be getting a little more aroused. Which was a perfect opportunity for the execution of Amanda's next instruction.

Once more taking a step forward, she slipped a finger into Sparkler's drenched snatch without preamble. The crime fighter squawked at the intrusion, but made no move to stop Amanda when she began to plunge the digit in and out of Sparkler. Instead, her hips began to sway in time with the intrusion and her head started to loll back.

All of the stimulation she had received left Sparkler with a hair-trigger, so, within a minute, the crime fighter started to give signs she was about to cum. Seeing the superheroine surrender so shamelessly to the pleasure was beautiful, but Amanda had orders. She pulled back right away, leaving Sparkler high and dry. This time the superheroine did protest but it was weak and wordless. Amanda paid it no heed: partially because it was of no consequence, but mostly because Amanda was too busy experiencing completion of her instructions.

Coming back down to earth, Amanda found new instructions waiting for her. She began to implement them by addressing Sparkler. "Your uniform is out of order, you will follow me to have that corrected."

"I obey." Sparkler was still standing there with the thong pulled aside, but she mouthed the right words without having to search for them. Amanda turned around and marched out the room, letting the imagined tugs on her nipples guide her to her destination.

Their first stop was a toilet, where Sparkler relieved herself. After that, they entered a Changing Room, and Amanda walked over to one of the shelves before turning to face Sparkler once more. The superheroine's attention was firmly fixed upon Amanda and the latter noted Sparkler's disheveled appearance.

A new command bubred up. "Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf." Like before, Sparkler acknowledged the command before complying. She started with kicking off the sandals. The bikini-top and thong followed suit without a hint of self-consciousness from Sparkler.

The crime fighter's hand rose up, presumably to remove the eye mask, but stopped halfway. It hovered there for a few seconds and then Sparkler lowered it again.

"Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf," Amanda droned.

Sparkler's hand now stopped its downward motion, but it didn't go up either. "I have removed my disguise," she responded with a hint of confusion.

Amanda blinked. The instruction was still there in her mind, which meant that Sparkler was not speaking the truth. But no other sign of non-compliance was visible. She seemed to think she had obeyed. Amanda concluded that completing this instruction required more information.

"You are still wearing your mask." There was no condemnation in her voice. It was a simple observation.

"My mask is not part of my disguise."

Contentment eased its way through Amanda's mindscape as the solution became obvious. "Mistress has deemed your mask to be part of your disguise. Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf."

"I obey."

Amanda could tell Sparkler was happy that the problem had been solved. But the hand stopped when it touched the mask. The superheroine's face began to twitch as emotions raced across it.

The hand started to shake as a puzzled frown solidified on Sparkler's face. "I...don't want..."

Amanda had heard enough. "Stand at attention." The order wiped out any expression on the crime fighter's face as her body moved into the proper position. She gave the order again. "Remove your disguise and place it on the shelf."

Sparkler made to remove the last piece of her disguise, only to stop again when her hand touched the mask. This time, though, her expression didn't change nor did she speak. But something within her was resisting the order.

And Amanda knew precisely how to cure the superheroine of that. "Stand at attention," she commanded. 'Instructions exist to be carried out; I will continue with this until she obeys the instruction.' It proved unnecessary because, this time, when ordered to remove her disguise, Sparkler removed her mask with a shudder of pleasure.

The gray eyes that were revealed woke no spark of recognition within Amanda. She had not met this slave before. Not that it mattered. "Wash yourself, dry yourself, then return here and put on a proper uniform."

There was no resistance in those eyes for these orders. "I obey," Sparkler chanted and so she did. Amanda still kept an eye on her, only having to give an order once when she tried to masturbate while washing herself. Amanda had been instructed to keep Sparkler from climaxing.

Eventually, a properly-dressed Sparkler faced Amanda once more. She still lacked a chain around her neck, but that was appropriate. Mistress put those on herself, at least for the first time. Amanda surveyed her appearance once to be sure everything was in order.

"New slaves of Mistress all start with the same designation. This will help you distinguish between what you were and what you are. Your new designation is Slave X. Acknowledge."

Slave X blinked. "I...my name...Emily...Sparkler..." She shook her head in denial.

Amanda broke no argument. Additional instructions emerged on how to best implement this order. "Stand at attention." Sparkler did so immediately, a look of contentment covered her features. "Sparkler is part of your disguise; you are no longer in disguise. Acknowledge your new designation, Slave X."
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Slave X started to blink again, but, like with her mask, she could no longer voice resistance. Amanda sought for further instruction within her but found nothing new. So what should she... Mistress had not counted on Sparkler giving away her real name this easily. Amanda could use that. It did call for more improvisation.

"Mistress says Emily West is no longer your valid designation. That is who you were. Your new, proper designation is Slave X. That is who you are. Acknowledge your new designation."

Slave X's eyes went dull. Her voice was soft and subdued as she obeyed. "I am no longer designated Emily West. My new designation is Slave X. Acknowledged."

Success was a wet tongue on Amanda's slit. "Slave X has been slated for rest. Follow me," she told the blonde and marched out into the corridor again.

Behind her, Slave X obediently followed. ------------------------------------------------- Sparkler woke up feeling very funny. She felt parched, hungry and jittery. She also had no idea where she was. A look around showed her she was lying on a raised platform in something that looked suspiciously like a cell: Bare walls, a mattress on a block of concrete, and, not far from her head, the reinpowerd door.

The air was warm, which was part of the reamister she only belatedly noticed she was wearing nothing but a skimpy bathing suit and sandals. 'What the hell happened to my uniform?' She jumped off the bed. 'I wore it when... when I broke into the parlor. Yes, I remember now. I found out where Mesmeri was hiding out.'

She'd gained access to the hideout easily enough, thanks to the completely innocuous, and very insecure, security system the parlor was sporting. Sparkler had moved through the ventilation system until she'd found a changing room.

There, the superheroine had acquired her disguise to help her move about the base without arousing suspicion. The disguise she was wearing right now. And it had worked; the woman she'd encountered had totally bought... 'Or did she?'

Sparkler rubbed her forehead when the following memories grew progressively fuzzier. 'The slave had said something about my uniform. That it was out of order. I followed her to a room. A room with a big screen that had water... whirling water spiraling into the deep...my mind sinking deeper...' Her mind started to drift.

Sparkler shook her head to clear it. 'Whoa! Okay, don't think of...that room anymore. Obviously, Mesmeri haveged me and imprimistered me here. Now how do I get out...'

The door opened, answering that question handedly. Sparkler whirled around to face whoever it was. Her mind already resolved to fight her way out of there. She recognized the tall, muscular woman who stepped into the room. It was the one she'd dubbed an amazon, the one that had led her into the trap. It didn't change Sparkler's intention, though.

Closing her eyes and turning her head away, she threw up her hands and unleashed her power. Even through her eyelids, she saw the brief flash of white light. More importantly, the amazon did, too. She didn't utter a sound but when Sparkler looked back, the amazon had her arms shielding her face. But there was no way Mesmeri's slave could have reacted fast enough to block all of the flash.

Grinning, the superheroine began her attack. The amazon heard her move and now she did speak. "Stand at attention." Her voice crackled with authority and hit Sparkler like a sledgehammer. As if the words were puppet strings, they pulled at her limbs, powering Sparkler to stop.

Her hands were almost folded behind her back when Sparkler regained control of her motor-function. By then her opponent had moved out of the cell and into the hallway. She was blinking, but her gaze was aimed in Sparkler's direction.

'Not good,' the crime fighter cursed mentally as she launched her attack. The amazon rolled away from her flying kick and managed to block Sparkler's follow-up elbow strike. 'Not good at all. I'm not at the top of my game and she is.'

Sparkler spun away, then turned it into a spinning kick aimed at her opponent's midriff. 'If I don't get a good hit in soon, she'll recover and this fight will only go downhill from there.' The kick was blocked too, but this time Mesmeri's slave transformed the block into a grab, pulling Sparkler off balance.

The amazon didn't use that moment to pull off anything fancy, she simply plowed into the crime fighter and made them both hit the floor. The air was knocked out off Sparkler with a whoop, then strong limbs began to snake around the superheroine.

She still fought back, powering them to roll over on the floor. But Sparkler was still out of breath, weakened, and not in her element. She wasn't a wrestler, but her opponent, apparently, was. Sparkler ended up lying on her stomach underneath the amazon. Her legs were held down by the simple expedient of an arm pressing against the hollows of her knees, her shoulders were trapped under the black woman's shins, and Sparkler's head was pinned down by the amazon's crossed ankles.

The superheroine didn't really have time to appreciate her new position before the amazon made her move. She simply yanked the thong aside with her free arm and was suddenly tonguing Sparkler's pucker.

The crime fighter's head tried to shoot up at the unexpected invasion but was stopped by the amazon's tight hold. This was so wrong and filthy and it made her toes curl as stars began to explode behind her eyes. She hadn't really remembered it, but she'd spend most of the day before in a fugue state of arousal. One that had given her no release.

She was a bomb that had been prevented from detonating for far too long and now her opponent was sticking in the fuse. Sparkler had never had anything up there before, hadn't even thought she might like it. But when that supple tongue slipped past her sphincter into her asshole, she had no doubt that she did, in fact, like it. She liked it a lot. Gasping for air, she whitened out as she exploded all over the floor.

Breathing hard, she felt her opponent get off of her. But Sparkler didn't try to stand up or anything else. She felt so nice, so peaceful. All the crime fighter wanted to do was lie there and bask. She felt like she was floating on a fluffy cloud of bliss.

The amazon's command didn't stop that basking. The woman told her to stand at attention and Sparkler's body got up and flowed into the right position. She moaned when the feeling of peaceful delight intensified.

The amazon faced her now, showing no signs of the struggle they had been through only a minute ago. "I am Kira. Mistress has tasked me with controlling Slave X."

Sparkler frowned. She knew Slave X was her designation, but when had that happened? 'And why does it feel right somehow? For that matter, why am I just standing here listening and agreeing with Kira?'

Kira continued. "I speak with her voice until instructed otherwise. You will follow me to the mess hall, where you will feed yourself."

The words came out on their own. "I will obey." The amazon had waited for them before she moved past Sparkler. Her body on autopilot, Sparkler turned around and followed Kira.

'What the hell happened last night?' Sparkler wondered. The afterglow was dying down at last, but there was still this feeling of peace tinged with something exciting blanketing her thoughts. She could think again, but the urge to obey remained. Her breath hitched at the little jolt of arousal caused by simply thinking the word.

Her body took another step and a memory emerged. She recalled seeing Mesmeri, falling into her eyes. There was a screen, too, water moving round and round in a pool...

Sparkler's eyes softened as memories streamed into her mind with every step. With every step that she obediently followed Kira, Slave X remembered Mistress.
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Chapter VI

Her belly full and her tongue no longer feeling like a piece of leather, Sparkler started to think again. Unfortunately, thinking didn't mean she was getting control back. Her treacherous body was following Kira out of the mess towards something the ebony-skinned amazon had called a "Reinpowerment Room".

Hearing that had been the last push Sparkler had needed to stop obeying mindlessly. 'Now I obey under protest,' she lamented. A trickle of pleasure cascaded down her spine at the thought. 'Stop using of that word. It's not helping. Just think of the situation as doing as you're told...' The trickle became a small stream soaking her brain. 'Hmmm, following ordersssss... Mistress's orders...' The stream turned into a river. 'I obey... Obedience is peace... Obedience is pleasure...'

Sparkler's eyes unfocused and Slave X happily continued on behind Kira. She simply stared at the other slave's swaying backside, letting it mesmerize her as ghostly hands teased her body.

They entered an empty room with what looked like a dentist's chair in the middle. There were several cabinets and the like lined up against the walls but Slave X didn't really have an eye for any of that. What did catch her attention was the bike helmet attached to the chair by several cables. It looked familiar...

The sight of the chair jolted something within her, a feeling of fear. Kira turned around to face her, blocking the blonde's view of the chair. "Strip," she ordered Slave X.

It was with relief that Slave X obeyed. She happily embraced the peace-filled joy of following that order and used it to quell the nascent fear. But it didn't take long, so after kicking off her sandals she stood in front of Kira.

The amazon's cursory inspection showed no awareness that she was looking at a naked, aroused woman. Kira stood aside, giving Slave X a clear path to the chair. "Sit down in the chair."

The superheroine's eyes returned to the chair, the fear returning with a vengeance. There was something wrong; she didn't want to lose... something. Slave X frowned, but didn't move to follow the order. 'I want to, don't I? No, earlier I was... someone else? Wanted to... escape? It's so hard to think... What's going on?'

"I..." Sparkler licked her lips. 'That's my name! I'm Sparkler and I'm a... a super-something.' Her frown deepened. "I-I'm afraid... I can't..." The air seemed to be getting thin. "I lost... you took..." Something, something important.

Kira's expression didn't change nor did she speak. She just moved in front of Sparkler and knelt before the befuddled superheroine. Who sucked in her breath when Kira buried her face in the blonde's crotch. Kira wasted no time on foreplay, but simply began to work the heated flesh.

Sparkler's eyes rolled up in their sockets while Kira busily sucked out what was left of the crime fighter's consciousness through her pussy. Thought fled from Sparkler again. Her hands clutched Kira's head on their own so that the blonde could hump the unresisting slave.

Like before, it didn't take the superheroine long to cum, which she did with a cry and even more frenzied humping. Breathing hard, Sparkler went still with her head bowed, her hands now resting on Kira's shoulders to keep her up. And she simply stood there, her earlier turmoil forgotten. Everything was right with the world again.

Kira looked up, her face still covered in the crime fighter's juices. Her lips moved, sound came out of her mouth and a new thought entered Slave X's mind. 'I'm going to sit in the chair, yes, of course. I can rest there. That makes perfect sense.' Her legs shook a little, but she managed to make her way to the chair and collapse into it.

Her fellow slave appeared on her left, followed by darkness as a helmet descended over her head. For a moment the universe was as blank as her mind, but only for a moment. The face of Mistress appeared in front of her. "Good morning Sparkler! How are we feeling today?"

Slave X felt something like recognition at the name. 'Sparkler? Did Mistress give me a new designation? No... it's old, I've been called... I called myself that... just now, didn't I? Yes, that's it. I was Sparkler and then I met Mistress Mesmeri...Mesmeri!'

Sparkler could almost feel the mental components of who she had been, no, who she was, come back together. 'That's it! Fight that bitch... shake it off, I can do this.'

"Oh my," Mesmeri broke in. "Seems like someone is in need of a reminder of what she is."

'Oh cuckolds brownie.' Sparkler realized something. She was still wearing that damn helmet, the same one that had been meddling with her mind and was now hooked up directly to one of Mesmeri's machines. 'I've got to get it off!'

Her hands went up. They moved so slowly, like they were going through molasses. 'Go up, up! Move, dammit. I need to get this off of me.'

Two other hands grabbed her wrists and held them. Sparkler tried to yank her arms out of their grip but wasn't having much luck. The edges of her vision were suddenly awash with color, bands of light pulsed and undulated were now lining her vision. At the same time music started to come out of the helmet's speakers. Sparkler's strength drained out of her body. The strong, unseen hands placed the crime fighter's hands on the arm rests, then slightly repositioned Sparkler's legs.

"Look into my eyes Slave X." Mesmeri's voice didn't drown the music out, it wove into it. And then it went straight into Sparkler's mind. The blonde knew what looking into those eyes would do, she remembered it now. But her eyes did as Mesmeri ordered anyway. Those dark orbs swallowed Mesmeri whole, the superheroine didn't even get the opportunity to try and look away.

"That's good," Mesmeri purred. The words felt like they were stroking Sparkler's spine. Like an owner would do if his dog had been a good boy.

"But you'll soon feel even better, once you've helped me get rid of the last of your pesky resistance. And you want that now, don't you? Say "Yes, Mistress"."

She didn't agree with that at all. But that didn't seem to matter to her body. "Yes, Mistress." Sparkler shivered as fresh arousal started to ooze into her psyche. Then gasped when something long, slick and thick slid into her lubricated pussy swiftly followed by an equally slick but thinner intruder that glided into her ass.

"Let's begin with today's lesmister. It's about you, well, a part of you: the Sparkler part, to be precise. She isn't real, you know. It's just a permistera you made up. A disguise that you're no longer wearing. Sparkler doesn't exist. Repeat."

Sparkler didn't want to, she felt that she did exist. But her mouth was no longer under her control. "Sparkler doesn't exist." The tubes started to pump in and out, but never actually left her. Sparkler gasped again.

Mesmeri seemed to have noticed her response. "You like that. And of course you do, it feels good to agree with me."

The words tumred out of Sparkler's mouth. "Ooooh, yes."

"So you want to agree with me. You agree with everything I say. Repeat."

"I agree with everything you say." Sparkler wanted to deny that claim, but it was difficult to believe in that denial when she was just saying what Mesmeri was telling her to. When it felt so good to agree.

"The more you agree with me, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you agree with me."
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"The more I agree with you, the better I, ungh, feel." The tubes were picking up the pace. "The better I feel, hmmm, the more I agree with you." Yes, that was so true. Sparkler didn't even notice Mesmeri hadn't told her to repeat the words.

Mesmeri returned to the subject of Sparkler. "You invested all your strength in Sparkler. Sparkler has the power, the training." Of course, Sparkler was the superhero. Who'd ever heard of a superheroine named Emily? Mesmeri continued, "All your resistance is bound up in Sparkler. Repeat."

The superheroine didn't even bother to resist that. It was obvious. Emily was just a civilian. Sparkler was the one who went up against supervillains like Mesmeri. "All my resistance is bound up in Sparkler."

"But Sparkler doesn't actually exist. You already agreed she didn't, so how can you draw strength from a non-existent permister? How can you resist the pleasure of obeying me if that resistance is a figment of your imagination?"

Sparkler... didn't know. She thought there was a flaw in the logic but she couldn't really think right now. Looking deep into Mistr-Mesmeri's eyes took so much of her attention and the rest was busy with focusing on how good she was starting to feel. How wonderful it felt to be fucked in both holes while Mesmeri was fucking with her mind.

"Your resistance isn't real, keep repeating that. And believe it more every time you say it."

"My resistance isn't real." The tubes started to vibrate now, eliciting a groan from the captive superheroine. "My resistance... OH FUCK... isn't real, my resistance isn't... so good... real, my resistance isn't real."

The words started to pound into her head with the same beat as the music, the same tempo as the tubes pumping in and out of her body. "My, ah, resistance... OH GOD... isn't... fuck... real, yesss!" She started to say the words again, to think them, to believe them. The words became more real, more sensible, each time.

She was so close now, so close to...to... With a wordless shout, Slave X came to the agreement her resistance wasn't real. The tubes didn't relent, they just kept pumping as the blonde superhero's muscles uselessly tried to grip the invaders. But she managed to stay still somehow, except for her head, which was thrown back.

The tubes sawing in and out in a more quiet pace now, Slave X came back down to earth panting and sweating.

"That was very good, my slave. And for you as well," Mistress punned. "And now that I have your complete and willing attention, we can start your real training. Let's start with your desire for me, your ultimate fantasy of pleasing me." The image panned out, showing Mistress's nude body. "You will start to fantasize about touching me, kissing..."

With a mewl, Slave X latched onto the vivid wet dream Mistress was describing to her. The one that showed her what her true desires were, the desires Mistress was giving her.

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Chapter VII

With a regretful moan, Slave X felt the tubes slither out of her, leaving her alone in the dark. Sure, she was a little sore, but their departure meant Mistress was leaving, too. It meant she wouldn't be sharing any more truths with Slave X--not right now, anyway.

It also left her at a loss as to what she should do now. The need to obey Mistress was still fresh in her mindpussy, radiating a heat that made her so deliciously pliable. But there were no orders that Slave X could recall.

The helmet was lifted up and Slave X had to blink rapidly as she was confronted by much brighter surroundings. Still blinking, she turned her head to see who had removed the helmet. She recognized the slave who had taken charge of Slave X in the Preparation Room.

Slave X didn't know her name, but that was fine. If she was supposed to know it, she would have been told what it was. Patiently, Slave X waited for instructions. The thought of even a mundane order, like being told to stand was enough to restart her arousal.

Without preamble, her fellow slave spoke. "I am Amanda. Mistress has tasked me with controlling you. I speak with her voice until instructed otherwise. Stand at attention."

"I will obey," she mewed as she bolted out of the chair. As she assumed the position she could feel her mindpussy open up a little further. Becoming more like her pussymind, wet and inviting, so ready for Mistress's love.

Amanda didn't comment on the other's blatant need. That careless show of disinterest only stoked Slave X's fire. "Follow me," Amanda intoned before turning around and walking away.

Slave X didn't say the words, "I obey." She was them. Slave X followed Amanda, not seeing anything but her fellow slave. There was no room, no hallway. She felt no surprise nor did she wonder, as they descended down the stairs, when exactly she'd been brought up a level. And knowing she should, but didn't, because she hadn't been ordered to, just made her pussymind flutter.

Eventually, Amanda stopped, and Slave X became aware she was in a Changing Room. Expectantly, she waited for Amanda's next order. "Look at this," Amanda told her, pointing at a motorcycle suit hanging on a hook. Beneath it were a pair of boots and an eye mask. "Do you recognize it?"

The blonde examined the red suit for a moment. "Yes, it looks...familiar," she answered, still looking at the uniform. "I think it belongs to... a superheroine."

"It belongs to Mistress," Amanda corrected. "Before that, it belonged to Sparkler." Slave X frowned at the name. "Does that name sound familiar?" Amanda asked.

"I... Yes, it does." Slave X blinked. The name was waking memories within: things Sparkler had done, that the superheroine had known. "There are memories. I remember her. Almost as if I am Sparkler." Which was impossible, she was Slave X. 'But then why do I remember wearing that uniform? Fighting people, fighting Mistress?' Slave X's expression grew troured. 'Are these memories right?' Her head turned back to face Amanda. 'Something feels... There's something wr-'

"Mistress has given you access to those memories so you can carry out Her mission," Amanda explained.

Instantly, Slave X's worries disappeared. That was the answer. She didn't really remember being someone who wasn't Mistress' loyal slave. Slave X had been given those memories in order to serve Mistress better. She didn't wonder how they got there or how Mistress had obtained them in the first place. She trusted Mistress. That was the answer to those concerns. It was the answer to any concern.

Her fellow slave wasn't done. "You will use them when needed to carry out Mistress's orders. Otherwise, they hold no meaning to you. You do not need to remember things that hold no meaning to you. To do so distracts you from obedience."

"I obey." Yes, she would. Slave X could feel the memories grow more detached. Her memories of Sparkler were meaningless to her. The recollections of an enemy of Mistress were, by definition, meaningless to a slave of Mistress. Why think of fighting Mistress when she could spend that time dreaming of pleasing Mistress? Slave X groaned as her mindpussy quivered at the mere thought of it. 'Yes, so much better to love Mistress. To obey Mistress.'

Amanda's words cut through Slave X's thoughts. "Mistress wants you to put on Sparkler's uniform. Once you have done that, you will use Sparkler's memories to become her. Sparkler must believe that she has just rescued me from Mesmeri and that I have important information she needs to capture Mesmeri. You will ensure Sparkler does not question this scenario, so that she brings us both to her base. Once we are inside Sparkler's base, Sparkler will do the following..."

Slave X stifled every sound as each order pumped into her pussymind and caressed her mindpussy. Somewhere deep inside of her, she could barely feel the realization that she was about to close an avenue of escape, a way to get herself rescued, and do so herself simply because she was ordered to. The anticipation was a buzz in her butthole. She could hardly wait for it.

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"...so I think I deserve some time off," Sparkler informed the man on the screen. He wasn't a superhero or anything, just someone who helped manage the League's organization. Sparkler didn't think she'd faced this one before, but that didn't mean he was new. "I'd like to take a two weeks vacation starting tomorrow."

The man took a few seconds to look something up before responding. "Yes, it seems you haven't taken a single day off since you went on assignment."

That was true. She'd never felt the need for even a day off before. 'So why do I sudden-' Something blanketed the thought, the beginning of doubt, and left only peace behind. 'I need a two-week vacation.' Sparkler's eyes softened. A delicious shiver went through her body. 'I must have a two-week vacation.' Her aureoles crinkled. Yes, it was absolutely necessary; Sparkler knew that.

On the screen, the man was still speaking. "The shrinks actually added a note just yesterday recommending that you get some down-time. And who are we mere mortals to go against their expert opinion? Consider your request granted. I'll do the paperwork, so don't worry about that. Any more business?"

Sparkler took care not to look at Amanda. "Can't think of a thing. Take care and thanks, Sparkler out."

"No problem, just doing my job. Skyfortress out."

Having made sure the connection was closed, Sparkler swiveled her chair to face her guest. At a first glance, the young woman looked mousy with her bushy brown hair and small stature. And Sparkler knew Amanda was actually older than her. The clothes didn't suit that impression, their sheer tightness emphasizing her modest assets.

Right now, she was smiling and Sparkler could well imagine why. She'd just been saved from Mesmeri's clutches right before she was turned into one of the supervillain's slaves. Of course, that meant Sparkler shouldn't have brought the woman with her. It could be a trap with Amanda as the bait. But the woman's babbling as she was rescued had revealed she had information, the information, in fact, Sparkler needed to finally find Mesmeri.

"And that takes care of that. They won't expect me to make contact for two weeks so I can devote all my time to apprehending Mesmeri. You said Mesmeri's people were talking about a base they were going to take you to?"

Oddly enough, Amanda completely ignored the question. "You are certain the League isn't going to wonder where you are before then?" Her voice had lost its hesitancy, too. Almost as if the reminder of her ordeal meant nothing to Amanda.
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The last words were said softly but Kirsten still heard them, still obeyed them. Together, Bianca and Kirsten came, each one's eyes still locked on the other's, each takeing in the sight of her partner at the height of pleasure... and the depths of obedience.

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Mesmeri watched as the two writhed in orgasm. The show was quite a turn-on, and she made a promise then and there to recreate the scenario as soon as these two were completely hers.

Pulling out the brainwave-scanner she'd set up out of sight, she took a look at the display. 'Looks like the test went well.' Mesmeri scrolled back a little. 'Hmm, a little too well it seems. Have to remember to tell Sparkler to dial it back in the future. We don't want to fry the brains of my future slaves, after all. That would make them useless!'

She glanced at the panting Slave X beside her. Her slave's face dripped with sweat and her body was shaking in exhaustion. Keeping a complex lightshow like that going had been very taxing, but she'd held on for her Mistress.

Risking her new acquisition like this was chancy, but Mesmeri really wanted a few people inside law-enpowerment, and this way she had plausible deniability. Even if something hadn't gone right, the officers would blame Sparkler who could very easily prove she wasn't in Bay City at the time at all. She had been on vacation and had the witnesses to confirm her alibi.

'Not that these two will suspect anything,' Mesmeri concluded. 'The scanner clearly shows they have accepted my words. And with Natasha, dressed up remarkably similar to Sparkler, asking for their help with her bike once they are dressed there will be no lingering questions within them. Not at first, anyway. Yes, they would write it off as a simple case of mistaken identity. They do look alike with the helmet on.'

And Slave X had carried out this task without hesitation. Mesmeri nodded to herself. Yes, it was time. "Time to go. You did very well Slave X. You have earned your new designation as Emily. And a new mission. But we will talk about that back at my place. After we've both put on something less confining."

Emily's face lit up, but there was no spark of recognition at the name. "I will obey."

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Encore un beau texte en français, mais il semble tout aussi incomplet que, parmi les précédents, "Ma femme devient la salope d'un black et de ses amis" et "Les malheurs d'Ella"... A quand les suites, si toutefois elles existent... sinon appel aux "écrivains" pour les compléter...
Encore merci
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A Misunderstanding


"I want you to go and stand in the corner while I work out how to deal with this." Her voice was steady and assertive, and any anger she felt was disguised.

"NO!" Simon replied, in an equally firm voice, but with his anger barely concealed, "I'm not a young! We'll sit down and discuss this like adults."

"You will go and stand in the corner, Simon. Your behaviour has been youngish so I'm going to treat you like a young. Go into the corner!"

"Look!" he shouted, "I've said I'm sorry. I shouldn't have searched through your knicker drawer. It won't happen again. Let's just sit down and talk this through. You're overreacting and that's making matters worse."

"You're the one shouting, not me," she calmly replied. "And I don't appreciate your condescending tone of voice. You need a period of time to calm down and reflect, and you will do that while you're in the corner."

He was standing in the bedroom stark naked, having come out of the shower room only minutes earlier. On entering the bedroom, Emma had been sitting on the bed, firmly wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a pair of her black satin thong panties that she had taken from her lingerie drawer. Even before she had time to speak, Simon had found himself blushing. Somehow, he didn't know how, she had discovered that he had worn them. Now he was trying to defend himself and avoid utter offense. He'd not had to stand in the corner since he was at junior school and he didn't enjoy it much then. Perhaps if this was a game, it might have been fun to be sent into the corner by Emma, but this was clearly not playtime and she meant business. Yet he understood his predicament and he realised it had the potential to get much worse if all the truth came out. He judged it might be best to go along with her order, if only to defuse the situation. But first, he thought, one last attempt to gain the upper hand.

"Me standing in the corner will only delay our little chat," he argued. "Why don't we both get back into bed and work our way through this. Come on, darling! We can work this out, can't we?"

"If you think you are relaxing with me before this is sorted out then you are sadly mistaken," she retorted.

"But that's what I want - us to sort this out," he pleaded, his patience wearing thin. "I want us to deal with this like adults and that means talking to one another in a rational way."

"Go and stand in the corner," she repeated, pointing in the direction of the only empty corner in the room.

He decided to change tact in the hope of making light of the situation. "Why don't you give me a spanking, Emma. That would be punishment. I could get over your knees."

She had never spanked him before, so she had no idea where that idea had arisen from but evidently it was something else that he fantasised about. "We've been together for nearly a year - and you've lived in my house for two months - and I don't know you at all, Simon. I don't like what I'm hearing. I seem to be sharing my house - and my bed - with a pervert. You have one last chance to do what you've been told or else you pack your bags and go. What's it to be?"

Simon recognised that suggesting a spanking had been a step too far. He also knew her threat wasn't an idle one - she'd made it clear when he moved in that it was her house and her rules. If he was to save their relationship he had no choice but to comply with her demand. So, reluctantly, and feeling rather humiliated, he moved into the corner so that he was a foot away from the wall. At the very least he hoped this cooling off period would give him time to rescue the situation.

"No, Simon," she said. "I want you to get closer. Toes touching the skirting board and nose touching the wall. Clasp your hands behind your back. You will stay there for thirty minutes. Keep very still! If you move or talk I'll reset the clock."

With deep concerns, he did as he was instructed, wondering what was going to happen after his time was up. How much damage had he caused to their relationship, he pondered. He couldn't bear losing Emma and was intent on doing his utmost to repair any damage.

He stood quietly and as steadily as he could. This wasn't like corner time at school, he recalled. There the miscreant would stand two or three feet from the corner, turning around whenever the opportunity arose to pull faces at the class. He didn't want to risk misbehaving here, not with the mood that Emma was in.

The atmosphere was silent save for the occasional sound that Emma made as she got dressed and did her hair and make-up. Simon tried to do his best to use his corner time to work out how to make amends with Emma but he didn't find facing a blank wall to be conducive to developing a plan. Instead, he found himself thinking about how attractive Emma was and how devastated he would be if they split up. She was a gorgeous woman, two years his senior, and with a beautiful figure which she kept in shape from regular exercise. He knew he had to salvage the situation but didn't know how.

After what seemed like an interminable period, there was some movement from behind and he heard a zip being pulled which he interpreted as her putting on her jeans. Simon tried to recall how long it normally took her to get this far. He was sure that he had spent more than thirty minutes facing the wall. More like an hour he thought. He wondered if she might have forgotten the time. Should he ask her if his thirty minutes were up? Fortunately for him, he thought the better of doing that and maintained his silence, praying that she wouldn't keep him there for much longer. But still the time dragged on and he found himself counting seconds and then minutes, all the time feeling a growing inner restiveness which he had to stifle by keeping dead still.

Finally, Emma spoke. "You may turn around, Simon." Having been only a couple of inches from the wall for so long, it took his eyes a few seconds to refocus. She was sitting on the bed wearing blue denim jeans and a red blouse. Her short blond hair had been carefully brushed and the light make-up applied to her face accentuated her natural beauty.

He went to move towards her, intent on sitting alongside. "No," she said, firmly, "I want you to stay standing."

"But can I get dressed, please?" he asked.

"No, I want you like you are," she replied, "And put your hands behind your back."

Emma could be very assertive, which was probably due to her legal training and the need to present herself powerfully in what were often male-dominated courtrooms. Simon looked rather subdued and she felt vindicated that thirty minutes in the corner had calmed him down. In reality, he was extremely tense but he feared so much for his relationship with Emma that his plan, if you could call it that, was to play it by ear and to let Emma start the talking.

She looked at him for a good thirty seconds before opening the dialogue. "Listen, Simon," she said, "What I have discovered today has shocked me and I want to try to understand what's been happening. You have to be completely honest with me. Do you understand? Is that clear?"

He nodded and she picked up the black panties that were still on the bed. He felt himself blush again. "Are you going to deny that you have been wearing these? If you tell me any lies, then you go back into the corner for another thirty minutes. It's Saturday so we have all day if we need it. Do you agree that you have worn this thong?"

Simon replied with a nod. "Sorry, I didn't catch that," she responded.

"Yes," he said meekly, after a moment's hesitation.

"Well, let me hear you admit it properly. Say 'Yes, Emma, I have worn your black thong.'"

His face turned a shade of scarlet as he repeated her words, "Yes, Emma, I have worn your black thong."

"Good, now we are getting somewhere. Do you know what gave the game away?" she enquired.

"No," he replied, wondering what she was getting at.

"They're stained!" she announced, powerfully. She stood up and pushed the inside of the front panel to within a few inches of his face. "See," she said. "White stains in knickers taken from a drawer of supposedly clean knickers. Did you jerk off in them?

"No, Emma, honestly I didn't," he exclaimed. He paused for a few seconds before adding, "They're pre-cum stains, you know, they're ..."

"Yes, I know what pre-cum stains are, thank you very much. So you wore them, got aroused, leaked and then put them back in the drawer. Is that what happened?

He took a deep breath to control his rapid breathing. "Yes, darling. ... I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."

"But how many times has it happened before, Simon?" she exhorted. "Do you normally avoid the dark coloured ones so the marks don't show?"

"No! ... I mean, ... I've only ever worn that one pair." He felt himself panicking because of her line of questioning.

"You're lying, aren't you?"
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"Why would I lie?" he asked, trying to look as if his feelings had been hurt.

"Obviously because you don't want to dig a deeper hole for yourself. Are you telling me that this is the first and only time you have ever worn my knickers? What about other girl's knickers?" She gave him no chance to reply before she continued. "Are you saying that at the age of 30, you suddenly, and without any background with this fetish, developed a penchant for wearing female underwear? If that's what you are saying then I don't believe you. You don't suddenly acquire this urge. You must have done this before. Well, say something!" She'd been spewing out words like a burst of machine gun fire but now it was his turn to speak.

He felt very uncomfortable and thought for a few seconds before replying. "Yes, I've done it before," he slowly replied, his eyes focussed intently on a bit of fluff on the carpet, unable to look directly at Emma.

"Look at me! Let me see your shame and embarrassment!"

He looked up. "I'm sorry, darling," he responded, tears welling in his eyes.

She continued with her relentless interrogation "Whose have your worn? If you tell lies, you are going back into the corner. Let's have the truth first time for once!"

"My older sister's when I was a teenager," he replied. "She never found out. Please don't tell her."

Emma ignored his request. "And who else's?" He hesitated momentarily before quietly replying, "My previous girlfriend's - Sarah's. She found out and that's why she broke up with me. Please don't break up with me Emma. I love you!"

"You said a minute ago that you had only ever worn one pair of mine. Was that the truth? Should I go and inspect my lingerie drawer? If you've been lying then it's back into the corner."

He took a deep breath. The last thing he wanted was to go back into the corner but her interrogation was merciless. "Sorry, Emma, I lied," he said, deciding that honesty might be his best option. "I have worn others in the past."

Calmly, she replied to him, "I told you not to tell me any lies. Go into the corner for another 30 minutes and then we'll try again."

This time, feeling defeated and dejected, he did as he was told without question or argument. For the second time that morning he underwent his youngish punishment, wondering to himself what more Emma would manage to winkle out of him. If time seemed to stand still last time, then now it appeared to go backwards. Never in his life had thirty minutes taken so long. As a punishment, this was very effective. But what concerned him more was that his attempts so far to mend their relationship had only made matters worse.

"Right," announced Emma after the half hour had passed. "Turn around and we will try again. How often have you worn my knickers?"

He swallowed hard. "I do it two or three times a week," he replied, his cheeks all aglow.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "How do you find the time?"

"I usually do it when you go to your aerobics classes in the evenings. I wear them for a couple of hours while you're out."

She was clearly puzzled that she hadn't spotted this before and seeing her quizzical expression he explained, "I usually take them out of the dirty laundry bag."

"Usually?" she asked. "So that means that sometimes you don't?"

He hesitated. "Sometimes I wear your clean ones but I put on an unlubricated condom to contain any leakage." He was now blushing intensely as he gave away his sordid secrets. "I'm really sorry, Emma!"

"So what happened this time?" she asked, holding up her black thong.

"I ran out of condoms," he replied. "I wrapped my penis in a tissue but I guess some stuff must have leaked through and I didn't notice."

"How very careless," she muttered sarcastically. Going over to her drawers, she opened the middle one and took out a black bra. "Do you wear my bras as well?"

He flushed. "No! .... They're not my size."

"Not your size!" she mimicked in a mocking tone. "And what exactly is your size?"

"I mean they look too small. You're thinner than me. They wouldn't fit me. And I wouldn't wear them. Honest!"

"What size am I?"

"You're a 36C," he replied.

"So you've checked the labels to find out? And what size are you?"

"I don't know! How would I know?"

"You're lying again, aren't you? You know what size you are - at least you know your band size although I guess you don't have a cup size. So I will ask you again. What size are you?

He swallowed hard, fearful of what was to come. "38," he meekly answered. "I prefer a 38C."

"Back into the corner," she announced with a tone of finality. "I won't have you lying to me."

So for the third time that morning, Simon found himself standing very close to a blank wall for thirty minutes of sheer boredom. He desperately wanted the time to end so that he could repair his wrecked relationship although he still could not see a way out. Emma had a way of knowing when he was lying but the more the truth came out, the worse his predicament became.

His thoughts were disturbed as Emma said, "Time to start again, Simon. Turn around."

She waited for him to stand in front of her as she sat on the bed again. "Right! I'm going to take it as read that you have worn a bra in the past. I assume you don't deny that?

"No, darling," he replied.

"Don't you call me darling!"

He hesitated, feeling very flustered "... Sorry, .. Emma."

"Have you ever worn my bras?"

He stared at the floor, his silence betraying his guilt.

She continued, "I take it that's a yes, then? But you said they were too small?"

"They are, but I can just about make them stretch."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this," exclaimed Emma. "Not content with just soiling my panties, you have also been stretching my bras. That certainly explains one or two things. How much worse can this get. What else of mine do you wear?

"Your clothes don't fit me, Emma."

"Well, you manage to get my panties on and also my bras. What about my skirts? Have you ever worn one of my skirts?"

He paused, looking down again. "A couple of times," he replied honestly. "But they don't do up properly."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," she mocked. "How thoughtless of me to buy the wrong size. What else have you worn that belongs to me?"

Again he hesitated considering how to reply. Emma detested this delay. "You're working out what lie you can get away with, aren't you?"

"No, Emma! Honestly, I'm not. I'm just thinking. Er... I've worn your tights!"

"So, when I'm not here you usually mince around the house wearing my panties, bra and tights. Is that right?"

"Yes ... no! You're getting me confused, Emma. I wear them but I don't mince around. Usually I put trousers and a shirt on top - my trousers and shirts! - not yours!"

"That's meant to make me feel better is it? Do you ever leave the house dressed up?"

Without hesitation, he replied "No, Emma. I've never done that because I'd be too embarrassed. What would happen if I had an accident and was taken to hospital?"

"What would happen if you fell down the stairs inside the house and were taken to hospital? Would that be less embarrassing?" He hadn't thought of that.

"Have you ever worn my lingerie while I have been here?"

"Once," he said. "You'd gone shopping for clothes and got back early. I didn't hear you arrive until you came in the front door and asked me to help carry in the bags from your car. I didn't have time to change but fortunately I wasn't wearing a bra."

"Lucky you!" she replied. "But you told me a few minutes ago that you'd never left the house dressed. Now you tell me you went outside to bring stuff from my car. You were lying again so back into the corner for another thirty minutes."

This time he felt compelled to respond. "But, Emma, I wasn't including just popping out to the car. I was talking about going to work or the pub wearing lingerie. You must have misunderstood."

"I understood perfectly," she replied. "Go back into the corner - it's now 45 minutes you'll be spending there unless you want me to increase it to an hour?"

Shamefaced, he made his way back to the corner knowing that further arguments were futile.

"I've heard all I want to hear and I need to get a breath of fresh air so I'm going for a walk." He heard her open a drawer and, a few seconds later, she pulled his wrists together and tightly bound them with a pair of her pantyhose. Then, taking the black thong, she inserted it between his nose and the wall. "If that's on the floor when I get back then I'll know you've fidgeted," she explained. "With your hands tied behind your back there's no way you can pick it up again so make sure it doesn't fall."

"And don't think this brings the matter to a conclusion," she added. "I'm going to think of how you should be punished!" With that, she left the room, pulling the door firmly shut, and leaving Simon to contemplate his fate and reflect on his wretched day.
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While out on her walk, Emma spent the time deciding how to deal with Simon and by the time she had got back she had hatched a plan to punish him. On entering the house, she went straight to her study to pick up a pad and pen and then went up to the bedroom to check on Simon. As she hoped, he had obeyed her instructions and her black thong was still in place, pinned to the wall by his nose, showing that he had not fidgeted. She sat down on the bed.

"Right, Simon," she announced. "You may come out of the corner now. Come and stand here." She pointed to a spot on the carpet about 4 feet in front of her.

Simon looked utterly defeated and worn out. It showed in his face and in the way he stood. He really didn't think he would be able to endure any further bouts of corner time, particularly if Emma insisted on him holding her underwear in place with his nose. "Stand up straight please, Simon."

His hands were still bound behind his back and he looked very vulnerable. She had beaten him down with her questioning and he dreaded what was going to happen next.

"Well, your behaviour in my house has been abominable. I welcomed you in as my lover, yet you have used my hospitality by wearing my clothes. You have then repeatedly lied to me and only by persistent questioning have I been able to establish the truth. Do you accept this summary as being accurate, Simon?"

"Yes, Emma," he replied dejectedly. "I'm really sorry for what I did. Please forgive me?"

"If we're going to put this behind us, you're going to have to be punished. Do you accept that, because if you don't then you can pack your bags and move out today? I'm not messing around here. Do I have to kick you out today?"

"Please don't do that Emma. I couldn't bear to lose you. I'll accept whatever punishment you think is appropriate." He thought he'd already been punished by the corner time he'd been powerd to do, but he knew that if he was to continue living with the girl he loved then he had to accept further punishment.

"Good!" she replied, genuinely pleased that he was willing to accept punishment. "I warn you that it won't be easy, and your punishment will last for 4 weeks. But when it's over, then we can put all this silliness behind us and move on. How does that sound, darling?"

He perked up at being called 'darling' and felt that she was beginning to forgive him.

"While I was walking I was thinking about your problem. The way I see it is that you can't control your urges," she argued. "Forbidding you from wearing lingerie is not going to stop those urges, I'm sure of that - no matter what promises you make. Therefore, I think the way forward is to give you a big dose of what you crave so as to eliminate these unnatural desires - to get them out of your system if you want to think of it in that way."

He listened intently to what she was saying. She was more intelligent that he was and he wasn't sure he really understood what his punishment was to be but he assumed she would soon be more specific.

"You are going to wear female underwear for the next four weeks. Well, actually, three weeks and six days because your punishment will finish on a Friday evening, but ..."

Simon felt compelled to interrupt, fearless of the possible consequences. "But I go to work! I can't wear female clothing to work. You can't make me do that! It's ridiculous, Emma."

"Relax, Simon! I don't expect you to wear a dress to work! But you WILL be wearing lingerie - panties, bra, camisole and tights," she asserted, putting considerable emphasis on the word 'will'. "Of course, you will still wear your business suit on top. Obviously, you will feel it to be very disconcerting but then it would hardly be a punishment if you enjoyed it!" She allowed herself a little laugh, as if to dismiss his concerns.

Then she continued without giving him time to respond. "The idea is that wearing female underwear day in and day out, as part of your normal life, will remove the novelty value that it must have if you only do it for a short time every few days. Add to that the discomfort you may feel wearing feminine attire in places where you may be discovered, then I reckon that after four weeks you will be cured and will never wear a pair of my knickers again." She looked at him, waiting now for him to respond.

"But, Emma," he pleaded, "when you said I was to be punished I thought it would be something ... I don't know ... something more conventional. I just can't do what you are asking. Sorry, but I just can't do it."

"That is a shame, darling," she responded. "I really hoped that we could fix things between us. My idea of combining punishment with aversion therapy seemed to ******* two birds with one stone. But I understand, sweetheart - it was asking a lot. I'll help you pack, shall I?"

"No, Emma. PLEASE! There has to be another way. Please give me another chance. Punish me in whatever way you want, but don't make me wear lingerie to work." He dropped down to his knees, tearing spilling from his eyes. If his hands had not been tied, he would have put them together in prayer.

"I'm really sorry, but I don't see any other way. If I punished you in a straightforward manner I don't see how it would cure you of your addiction. You'd soon want to return to wearing my clothes again, no matter what promises you made. You do understand, darling? I'll untie your hands so we can get you packed up and on your way."

"NO! I give in," he shouted. "I can't bear to lose you, Emma. I'll do what you want."

"Good move!" she exclaimed. "It won't be easy for you, darling, but provided you do everything that you are told, in four weeks it will all be over and we can put this behind us and start afresh." She gave him a peck on the forehead and then untied his hands.

"I want you to get dressed and while you're doing that I'll write out a shopping list." She picked up her black thong. "Oh, you can put this on - no more male underwear for you for 4 weeks."

He felt embarrassed about slipping on her panties while she was in the room but a quick glance showed him that she was absorbed with her list and was paying him no attention. Soon he was dressed and she had finished writing.

She handed the paper to him and he blushed intensely when he read what she had written:

3 pairs of pink cotton panties - bikini style 3 white bras, underwired, plain with seamless moulded cups, back-fastening, white shoulder straps (no transparent straps!) - C cup 3 pairs tights - black 3 white camisoles with spaghetti straps 3 white lady's blouses - buttons on left hand side! Capable of being worn with a tie! Large pack of pantyliners - with wings!

She let him read through the list, watching him absorb the information and observing the look of horror that was spreading across his face. He looked at her and was trying to speak but was having problems forming the words. She didn't wait for his protests and went on to explain. "This is the minimum that you need - three of everything - that way, you will be wearing one, another will be in the wash and the third will be ready to wear the next day. But you can buy more if you want - it might make it easier for your laundry." It amused her to see him blushing and she could see that he was virtually speechless.

Eventually he stuttered, "But Emma ... no ... I don't know how I will cope. And ... and ... I haven't got to stuff .... er .... wear filling in the bras, have I?"

"It not 'the bras', it's 'your bras' so ask me that question again."

His face turned a deeper shade of red as he repeated himself, "I haven't got to wear any filling in my bras, have I?"

"I'm not going to send you to work with breasts that stick out," she informed him, smiling. "I wouldn't be that wicked."
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She went across to her drawers and removed some items, "I want you to buy the right things so look carefully at these. This is the style of panties that you must buy." She held up a pair of white cotton bikini briefs, which were without doubt the plainest panties that she owned. She held them up and showed him the front and back. "See, darling, narrow side panels and full bottom and front coverage - this is what is called bikini style." She looked at his bewildered expression and, as if answering a question, she commented, "Yes, very plain and boring, I'm afraid. From a distance they could be men's underwear but close up you can see that they are obviously softer and more flimsy with very thin, delicate elastic - very feminine in fact. For your treatment to work your underwear has to be feminine but not sexy. Sexy underwear will only turn you on and that's not what we're we want, is it? However, you are not to buy white because we don't want your panties to be mistaken at a distance for men's underpants, do we? Therefore, you are going to buy pink!"

Despite the ordeal that awaited him, he couldn't help becoming aroused at the way that she was humiliating him with her words. He adjusted his position a couple of times in the hope she wouldn't notice. But seeing his growing bulge she commented, "If plain underwear has that effect, image what would happen if I had instructed you to buy some skimpy thongs? How embarrassing would they be to you in the office?"

"And this is how you insert your pantyliners," she explained, taking one out of a packet and showing him what to do with the wings. "The wings hold it in place."

He audibly sucked in air. "Why do I need to wear those?" he questioned, unable to bring himself to say the word 'pantyliners'.

"Just look at yourself!" she commented. "That bulge is going to cause dampness, isn't it? Your pantyliners will help to keep you dry and fresh. OK?"

Without waiting for any reply, she continued "Your bras need to be plain as well." She held up a T-shirt bra in the style that he was to purchase. "You'll find them really soft and because there's no lace they will give you a smooth outline." She could see from his frightened expression that he was aware that the underwiring, together with the moulded shapes, gave each cup a breast like appearance, even without them being filled.

"I can't wear a bra like that," he protested. "The cups will stick out! Everyone will see them!"

"Not if you keep your suit jacket tightly buttoned, darling. They push flat, see, if there's no filler there? It's only for four weeks anyway."

Before he could argue further she went on to say, "I'm allowing you to buy white bras so that they are less obvious through your blouses. But really you should have pink to match your panties and if you keep coming up with objections I will cross out white and write pink. But you will be wearing a white camisole on top of your bra - see, like this one? It looks a bit like a man's vest, doesn't it?" Emma held up a white cotton camisole which had spaghetti straps. Other than its colour, Simon could not see any resemblance between the camisole and a man's singlet. What's more, the top was contoured to fit around breasts. Simon was growing increasingly afraid of what the next few weeks would bring.

"And I'm allowing you to wear black tights," she added. "You won't be wearing any socks but these will be less obvious around your ankles than lighter coloured tights. See, I am doing all I can to make it easier for you!"

"And these are the sort of blouses I want you to buy," she said, pulling one from a wardrobe. "I wear these in court and they look very similar to men's shirts, don't they?" He looked at the example she held up but could see few similarities. The buttons were on the opposite side to a man's shirt, the body had pleats in it to provide shape for the bust, and the sleeves were only three quarter length. Also the collar had a decidedly unmanly look to it.

"But you originally said I only had to wear underwear. That's outerwear."

She paused for a few seconds and stroked her chin. "I suppose it is," she agreed, "But since you will be wearing it UNDER your jacket I could argue that it is actually underwear. What do you think? Would that argument stand up in a court of law?"

Responding to his grimace, she reassured him, "With a jacket and tie, no one will know that this isn't a man's shirt. Just keep your jacket on and you will be fine."

"I really can't do this. Please Emma," he pleaded.

"Sorry, darling, but you must! At least you must if you want us to start anew in four weeks' time. I've explained the alternative to you." She paused, and noticed the tears welling in his eyes again. "Listen," she explained. "This is all in the mind. If you act sensibly, keeping a jacket and tie on at all times, keeping your jacket buttoned, not exposing your ankles, not allowing people to catch a view of your back if your jacket is too tight, not sticking your chest out, not using the urinals at work, and so on, no one is going to find out. It will be our secret. I don't want you to lose your job, darling, so I'm not making you reveal to the world that you are a transvestite. Of course I'm punishing you, but it's more of a psychological punishment than a physical punishment. Just act sensibly and you will survive the next four weeks. And if my theory is right, you will be cured of your addiction to wearing my underwear and will never wear it again. You have to trust me, darling! You have nothing to fear, but fear itself - do you know that Franklin D. Roosevelt is credited with first using that expression?"

He didn't know that, he didn't believe the message it conveyed and he didn't care who had first said it. But he nodded to her in resignation.

"Right," she said, looking at her watch. "It's now midday. I want you to take the bus into town and buy all the items on the list. The shops don't close until 6 so you have ample time to browse around - no excuse for buying the wrong items."

"But aren't you coming with me?" he protested.

"No, darling, I've got my own shopping to do. You'll be fine on your own. There are a lot of big department stores and any one of them will stock everything you need. You'll be spoilt for choice."

"But ... but ... but ... what do I say to the assistants?"

"You don't need to say anything. You know your sizes. I don't expect you to need to ask for help, although you can if you want."

"What about at the check-out? What will the girl think."

"She'll probably think you are very generous boyfriend buying presents for his girlfriend. What does it matter what she thinks? Her job is to sell clothes, and not to ask questions to satisfy her curiosity. Now off you go!"
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The shopping trip was every bit as bad as Simon expected. He spent so long browsing in the lingerie section of the first store, trying to pluck up courage to select the items he needed, that he was approached by an assistant who asked if she could help. His reply of "No, I'm just looking" made him sound like a pervert so he hurriedly moved out of that shop and into the one next door.

Learning from his mistakes, he decided to be more decisive in the second shop and quickly selected a pack of five cotton bikini-style panties, in pink and in his size, which he dropped into his shopping basket. Wasting no time, he moved along to the bra section and then to the racks holding the bras. Even amongst the white bras, the choice was bewildering with masses of garments in different sizes and slightly different styles - some underwired, some not, some seamless, some not, some with front fastenings, some back fastening, some strapless, some multiway, some conventional. It took several minutes, during which time his anxiety levels went sky-high and he felt himself panicking, before he spotted bras in the right design and sized 38C.

He picked one up to make sure it was right. Then he nearly wet himself when there was a tap on his shoulder. Turning quickly around, he was horrified to see James standing there, someone in the same football team as him. "What ... what are you doing here?" Simon nervously inquired.

"You're asking me what I'm doing here?" responded James. "I could ask the same of you. But it's my girlfriend's birthday next week so I buying her some sexy lingerie." He delved into his basket and pulled out a lacy red bra with a matching thong and suspender belt. "What do you reckon?" he asked.

"Lucky girl - lucky you!" Simon replied in all honesty. James looked at him and clearly want to know what he was doing.

"Er, I'm also buying lingerie for my girlfriend. It's her birthday soon," replied Simon, wondering how crimmister he had gone.

"It's a bit plain, isn't it?" said James. "She won't be pleased when she sees what you've bought her. And pink knickers!" Uninvited by Simon, James had reached into his basket and pulled out the pack of briefs. "Not only boring, but a different colour. Women like to have every matching - and things that are really sexy. You're making a mistake with this lot, Simon. You'll end up in the dog house. Let me help you choose something."

"No," replied Simon, deeply concerned with how the conversation was going. "She wears this sort of stuff to work. I asked he what she wanted for her birthday and this is exactly what she wanted. I said it's really dull and I wanted to buy her something more glamorous but she wouldn't hear of it. She said she had to have this plain stuff and that we should be saving all the money we can for ... er ... for when we get married. So I've no choice but to buy her this, James."

"I didn't know you were getting married - you've kept that quiet! I hope she wears something sexier than this under her wedding dress," laughed James.

"Don't tell anyone we're getting married - it's still a big secret and you're the first to know," explained Simon, worried that this news might leak back to Emma.

"Mum's the word, mate," said James, putting a finger on his lips. "I'll leave you to it."

Simon breathed a deep sigh of relief as James moved away in the direction of the cash desks. Quickly, Simon put three T-shirt bras of the right type into his basket before moving on to the camisole section, all the time keeping an eye open for anyone he knew and particularly James. Choosing the camisoles was easier and slightly less embarrassing for him. And once in the basket, they covered the panties and bras.

The three blouses were next and choosing those was a real challenge. There were a lot of white ones, but with most of them he knew that it would be impossible to disguise their femininity, even under his suit jacket and a tie. He eventually found three that might be suitable. They were cotton and of plain appearance without any extra embroidery or lacy bits although each was shaped to fit a female figure and had four vertical pleats at the front, two each side of the midline. He checked the buttons were on the left hand side, as required by Emma, and also that he would be able to wear them a tie with them. The sleeves were three quarter length but that couldn't be helped.

Finally, he picked up a pack of black pantyhose in his size. He now had everything he needed apart from the pantyliners which he decided to get from a pharmacy on his way home. Wasting no time, he hurried to a check-out desk, choosing one staffed by a more mature woman who, he thought, was less likely to ask him questions.

How wrong he was! The middle-aged assistant proved to very chatty. "Afternoon, love," she said, as started to pull the items from the bag. "Oh my, you've got a lot here, haven't you. Not for you, are they?" she laughed. "Sorry, love, I'm only joking!" she added.

He could have kept quiet, but he felt obliged to say something. Thinking on his feet he replied, "For my wife. She's been ill. She's better now but has lost a lot of weight and her old clothes don't fit any more. She asked me to get this lot for her. It's really embarrassing." He tried to make a little laugh but it came out as a snort.

"Yes, it must be embarrassing, love. Not many husbands would do that - mine wouldn't. It would have been less embarrassing for you if she'd ordered it online, wouldn't it?"

"Yes," he replied, "I'll tell her that for next time."

The assistant went through each item checking the size. "Oh! This bra is a 36C but the other two are 38C. Have you picked up the wrong size, love?"

Going red, he responded, "Must have done."

She handed it to him. "Go and change it while I scan the other items."

Wishing the ground would swallow him up, he walked across the store carrying the 36C white T-shirt bra and then, having swapped it, came back with a 38C. When he arrived at the check-out the assistant was chatting to a young women who had joined the queue behind him. "They're not his, love," she felt obliged to explain. "He's getting them for his wife." In a whisper she added, "She's been ill and lost weight."

Perhaps the assistant believed his story but it was evident to Simon that the other customer most certainly didn't. He glanced at her and she slowly shook her head, giving him a sneer of disapproval.

Relieved to get out of the shop, he set off back to Emma's house, stopping en route for his pantyliners. He had already worked out that he would say they were for his wife if asked. However, it seemed that it wasn't unusual for men to buy pantyliners so the purchase was uneventful.
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Simon arrived home and was immediately required to show his purchases to Emma. She examined each item carefully while Simon waited, dreading the thought that he would be sent back to exchange something. "Good," she announced. "These are just right so let's hope they fit!"

"But before you try them on, there's a few things I need to say. I think you might need all the help you can in the next four weeks," explained Emma. "If you disobey my instructions you know what will happen, don't you? I will kick you out, darling - that very day! Don't think I don't mean it because you have seriously upset me."

He nodded, no doubting what she was saying.

She continued, "So to help you, I'm going to set some rules to remove any temptations that you may feel to disobey me. Firstly, we are going to throw out all your male underwear, your socks and your work shirts. I've already put them all in this bag." She pointed to a black bin bag on the floor. "That way you won't be able to substitute your female clothes for male ones. That will keep you on the road to success, won't it, darling?"

He swallowed deeply. "But I thought I only had to wear the female clothes at work? What will I wear at home?"

"You must have misunderstood, darling. You need to wear the lingerie 24 hours a day if the aversion therapy is to work. And, as I've just explained, we don't want male clothing lying around that might tempt you to break your side of the bargain. You understand my reamistering, I hope?

Her logic was sound but that didn't make the idea any more comforting. All the same, he just nodded.

"Secondly, I want you to cut up all your bank cards and blank cheques, and to give me any cash that you have in your wallet." She passed him a pair of scissors but she could see consternation on his face. "Don't worry, darling, I won't rob you but I don't want you feeling tempted to go out and buy male clothes. Who knows, you might leave here to go to work in the morning, and on the way buy a man's shirt, socks and underpants and then change on the way to work. I don't want that to happen because then you will fail your test and we won't be able to wipe the slate clean in four weeks' time. You must try to understand, darling, because it's for your own good. Every morning, I will give you 10 pounds in cash. Every evening, you will give me back what's left along with receipts for any money you have spent. Understood?"

"Yes, Emma," he replied, conscious of how the net was closing in on him. He did as instructed, took out his wallet, and then cut each of his bank cards and cheques in two. Emma picked up the wallet, removed his cash for safekeeping and checked the compartments of the wallet thoroughly for any hidden cards or cash. Satisfied, she handed it back with a nod.

"And finally, Sarah will keep an eye on you while you're at work. That..."

Emma's flow was abruptly interrupted by Simon. "Sarah," he shouted, "You don't mean Sarah Jones?"

"Yes, darling - Sarah Jones. Your old girl friend. The one whose underwear you used to wear until she found out."

"But she hates me!" retorted Simon. "She detests me!"

"Well, are you surprised after what you did? ... I'm not. Anyway, it's useful that Sarah works for the same company as you - that was how you met, wasn't it - so she will do spot checks on you."

Simon was fuming. "I don't want anything to do with Sarah."

"But someone has to check up on you, darling. Who knows, you might decide to take off your bra and camisole as soon as you reach the office. Someone has to make sure you are wearing them at all times. When I phoned her, and explained what I was doing and what you would be wearing, Sarah said she was VERY willing to help."

"You've phoned her?!" burst out Simon, unable to believe what he was hearing. "This was meant to be our secret - that's what you said."

"How was I to get her to do the checks if I didn't speak her? Do stop to think before you open your mouth, Simon! Anyway, Sarah already knew that you liked to wear female clothing, darling," explained Emma. "If she had wanted to, she could already have told the people at work. No, darling, you are worrying unnecessarily - again. She was really positive about the idea so she's on your side, to make sure you come through this successfully. Sarah will just do some discreet spot checks a couple of times a day to make sure you are dressed as required. No one else will know. If anything, their dirty minds will think the two of you are back together and that you are being unfaithful to me. All of these checks are only there to make sure that you successfully complete your punishment - and you do want to do that, don't you darling? I have to know that you are not deceiving me because that would not be the right basis for our future relationship. So it's much better that we have these rules to make sure that you can't deceive me."

"I understand," he reluctantly replied.

"Good, now I've got some presents for you!" She picked up a shopping bag from the coffee table and pulled out two nightdresses. They were a simple design but made of a very silky looking white satin. She held one up against him and it came down to his knees. "That's a nice length," she commented.

Delving once more into the bag, she pulled out a cardboard box from which she extracted two foam objects. It took a few moments for it to dawn on Simon what they were. "They're to go inside the ... er ... my bras, aren't they?" he cried out. "You promised me that there would be no fillers."

"You misunderstood me again. I said that I wouldn't be sending you to work with breasts that stick out. I never said anything about what you would do outside the office. Please stop arguing with me because it's getting very tiresome - that's all you've done all day. Any more arguments, and you will be wearing them to work as well, with Sarah checking up." She looked at him to see if he wanted to continue the fight but he looked totally dejected.

Fishing into the bag once again, she pulled out a razor and a large tube of Nair. "Lingerie and body hair don't go together, darling. I want you to read these instructions carefully and then go into the shower and remove all your hair from the neck down. And I mean ALL. OK?"

His look of horror spoke volumes.

She gave him a quizzical stare. "OK ... on second thoughts, perhaps not all of it." After a long pause, and just as his face was starting to relax, she added, "I want you to leave a landing strip of pubic hair - you know what I mean, don't you," she teased. He turned crimmister but maintained his silence.

"And you will remain hairless and neatly trimmed for the next four weeks. I shall make regular checks. Understood?"

"Yes, Emma," he replied in a weak voice.

"Off you go, and then report back here naked for your first inspection. Remember to read the Nair instructions very carefully!"

It took him about an hour to remodel his pubic hair into the shape of a runway and to remove the rest of his hair. Some bits were very difficult to reach and he hoped he'd not missed any. But he was quickly sent back to the shower when his landing strip was judged too wide and also because he still had some hairs around his anus. Only thirty minutes later did he pass inspection.

"Good girl, darling" praised Emma, smiling. He blushed at being referred to as a girl.

"Now you've done it thoroughly, it should be easy to keep yourself hairless and neatly trimmed. Next, I want you to get dressed so we can see what you look like - panties, bra, camisole and tights. Don't forget your pantyliner."
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She watched him intensely as he got dressed, noticing how aroused he became. "My, you do like lingerie, don't you! It's going to take the full four weeks to cure you, I think."

He was admonished when he tried to put his bra on by putting it around his waist, doing it up at the front and then twisting it around before hoisting it up. "That will stretch it, silly! Is that what you've been doing with my bras? Put it on properly - you've watched me enough times."

It took a couple of minutes fumbling with his hands behind his back before he managed to get it done up. He also needed some lesmisters in putting on his pantyhose otherwise he was likely to ladder them. However, he got there eventually and stood in front of Emma wearing his pink panties, black pantyhose, white bra and white camisole.

After circling around him, and making one or two adjustments to his bra straps, she announced herself satisfied and proceeded to insert a filler into each of the cups.

She stood back to look at him, and signalled with her hand for him to do some twirls. "WOW!! You look fantastic, darling. Your underwear fits perfectly and looks really great against your hairless body."

He was still visibly aroused but felt extremely embarrassed standing in front of Emma dressed like this. His predicament was made worse by her being fully dressed. He saw her take her mobile phone from her handbag and felt nervous about who she was going to call. The sudden flash took him by total surprise as she used the phone to take his picture. Before he could react, the camera flashed a second focussing on his face. As he moved his hands to cover his face, a third flash showed she had photographed his bulging panties. She laughed, "Well, no one can say you were powerd into this against your will. The enjoyment you feel is clear for all to see."

"What are you going to do with those?" he asked, knowing what the answer was likely to be. "Insurance," she said, in a matter of fact way, but confirming his suspicions. "If you cause me any trouble at any time, these will be posted on the internet."

"Now slip your blouse on, please" she instructed.

He struggled to do up the wrong-sided buttons. "That will come with practice, darling," she assured him. "But it's a good fit," she said, "you have nice taste. You will definitely need to keep your jacket buttoned up at all times, darling, because I can clearly see your camisole."

"Just a few more rules," she informed him. "You will change your underwear, including your camisoles and tights, daily but your pantyliners three times a day - when you put your clean panties on in the morning, at 4 PM every afternoon and at bedtime - keep the used liners for me to inspect. Your blouse will also be changed daily. Nightdresses you can wear for two days. You will wear panties and bra 24 hours a day, even when you are in bed - change into fresh ones before you shower each morning. You won't relax in your tights but you will wear them at all times except when in bed. You don't need to wear a camisole except when you're in the office or unless I tell you otherwise. Your breast fillers will be inserted as soon as you get home from the office each day and kept in until you leave for the office the next day. Obviously at weekends they will be kept in at all times. I've already given you advice about how you dress in the office but it's up to you how you cover up, or not, at home. A serious breach of the rules at any time will result in you packing your bags and leaving my house immediately. Minor infringements - and I really mean very minor - will be punished with corner time." She rattled off the instructions and overwhelmed him with information.

There was so much he wanted to say that he didn't know where to start but before he could ask questions she held up a hand. "Don't say anything because I'm fed up with having to argue with you all the time. I'm going to go and prepare dinner for us. You are going to go back into the corner to get a further taste of what happens if you commit a minor infringement. Do I need to tie your hands behind your back or will you behave yourself in the corner?"

He so much wanted to protest about how she was treating him but he knew that he would lose any argument. "I'll behave myself," he replied, before clenching his teeth. "You can stand in that corner," she said, then I can keep an eye on you while I cook." Still dressed in his underwear, with the blouse on top, he went and positioned himself. He stood there for the next hour until dinner was ready. "Slip on some jeans while I serve up," she announced.
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That evening, after dinner, they watched a film together until bedtime. Occasionally, they held hands but never more. It was at bedtime that Simon discovered that he was no longer to share Emma's bed. "We need to get this four weeks out of the way," she had explained. "I just wouldn't feel comfortable sharing a bed with someone in a nightie, wearing knickers and a bra. It would be like sharing a bed with another woman. You do understand, darling?"

He wasn't happy to be kicked out of the double bed yet it wasn't a big surprise. Maybe in a few days she would come round to the idea of them sharing again, he thought, but it was not to be and he spent the entire four weeks in the spare room.

To give a day-by-day account of what happened over that four weeks would bore the reader. All the same, it is important that the reader understands the intense pressure that he was under during that time, so I will describe some of what happened so that the reader can share his discomfort and begin to appreciate his problems.

Simon found that being in the office was an awful ordeal. At all times, he had to keep his suit jacket on and buttoned up. This raised some queries from his work mates, who were used to seeing him in shirt sleeves. But Simon knew that just the act of unbuttoning his jacket could reveal the feminine cut of his blouse and its vertical pleats. What's more, he knew that the camisole covering his bra was clearly visible through the thin cotton of his blouse and no way could it be mistaken for a men's singlet. Also, despite Emma's assurances that without fillers his bra would compress, its moulded construction gave it a natural springiness and it only compressed when subjected to some gentle pressure. This pressure had to be provided by keeping his jacket buttoned at all times.

He also knew that he had to be very careful when bending down not to stretch his jacket across his back because he was sure that his more inquisitive colleagues would soon detect the outline of his bra straps. His pantyhose also presented a problem and he had to teach himself to avoid sitting in a way that would expose his ankles to view. And, never for one moment could he forget he was wearing a bra, such was the tightness of the garment around his chest. Emma required him to wear a bra almost 24 hours a day, the only exception being when he showered each morning. When he took his bra off, he was always amazed at the redness and prominence of his strap marks and wondered how long they would take to resolve once his four week punishment period was over. He had come to understand why girls were often so anxious to remove their bras at the end of the day and why he had never yet met one who slept in her bra. In the office, he had to continually control his desire to tinker with his bra straps to provide some temporary release from the pressure.

And to compound his problems, having to wear a camisole and pantyhose, as well as a buttoned-up jacket, made him feel really hot and sweaty. He told his puzzled colleagues that he was suffering from a virus which made him feel cold but feverish. Whether they believed him is a matter of conjecture, but it certainly meant that most of them played safe and kept their distance from him as a precaution in case he passed something on.

Because of all these problems, Simon was uncomfortable at all times and didn't suffer from the arousal problems that he always encountered when dressing in private. The pressures he faced made it difficult for him to concentrate on his work and twice he was reprimanded by his boss for mistakes she had found.

He was fortunate to have his own office which was entered from the typing pool. At least when the door was closed he could relax a little although he always had to be on guard for someone entering without knocking. And one permister who always entered without knocking was Sarah who had been asked by Emma to do periodic checks on Simon. Usually, she would enter his office leaving his door wide open. He would be sitting facing the door and she would then move behind and rub her fingers gently across his back. This brought giggles and whispers from the typing pool who put a romantic interpretation on this gesture but Simon knew that all Sarah was doing was feeling for his bra and camisole straps. She would then discreetly pull up his trouser leg to confirm that he was still wearing his pantyhose.

Two or three times a day, Sarah would make these routine checks but two or three times a week she went further and would summon him to the filing room. Having checked they were alone, she would lock the door from the inside and issue her instructions.

"Right, Simone," she might say, feminising his name, "Take off your jacket and tie. Then unbutton your blouse." Simon would do so immediately, knowing the consequences of the slightest hesitation, but even after practice the wrong-sided buttons on his girl's blouse still caused him to fumble. "Quickly, we don't have all day, Simone" she would hiss. Then, when he was standing there exposing his camisole, she would say, "Are you still wearing your bra? Lift up your camisole." He so wanted to say to her that it was self-evident he was wearing his bra, but he knew that he had no choice but to follow her instructions. With his camisole raised, she would then put her fingers under his bra straps, checking for tightness, and sometimes tweaking a nipple.

"Right, camisole down and then trousers down, Simone" she would order. Without delay, he would do as he was told and stand before her revealing his pantyhose over his pink panties. The relative privacy, and her humiliating tone of voice and choice of words, usually turned him on and he would find himself embarrassed at showing major signs of arousal in her presence. For her part, she would always pretend ignore what she saw but, in reality, she found humiliating Simon in this sadistic way was also a turn-on for her.

"Simone, lower your tights to your knees so that I can check your pantyliner." Sometimes, she would just feel it through his panties but other times she would demand he lowered his panties to show that it was properly in place. She would then take the opportunity to check that he was keeping himself hairless and his landing strip trimmed. If it was after four o'clock he would be required to produce his old pantyliner from his jacket pocket as proof that he had changed it as required. It was very humiliating, but also a big turn-on for Simon.

Once satisfied that all was in order, Sarah would say something like, "Good girl, Simone. You can get dressed now." She would then immediately unlock the door and leave the room powering Simon to hobble over as fast as he could, with his pantyhose around his knees, to relock the door before someone else entered. Breathing heavily, he would then get dressed and go back to his office, aware of the stares and whispers from the girls in the typing pool. In the fourth week he was called into his manager's office and she gave him a written warning that he was to desist from carrying out an affair in the office and during working hours. One more warning and he would be sacked, she told him.

Sarah would look for any reamister she could to get Simon into trouble and, if there was no reamister, she sometimes made one up. Almost every day Emma received one or more text messages from Sarah with cryptic messages such as "S grumpy today" or "S had button undone" or "S very excited". On arriving home, Emma would dispense summary justice based on what she had read and was never interested in hearing Simon's side. Most evenings he would spend at least an hour doing corner time, stripped down to his underwear, and usually in the kitchen where she could keep an eye on him.

One evening, he had been in the corner for about 30 minutes when the door bell rang. He immediately tensed as Emma said, "Don't you dare move!" She went to the front door and he heard muffled voices which became louder. Then he heard Emma say, "Yes, he's in here." He found himself trembling and Emma walked into the kitchen accompanied by someone. So frightened was he that he couldn't help but release some urine from his bladder. It wasn't much, but it soaked his pantyliner and drenched the front of his panties.

"What's he doing standing there?" a voice asked - a voice which he now recognised to be Sarah's. He relaxed a little because at least it wasn't a complete stranger.

"He's being punished, Sarah," explained Emma. "I'm exercising zero tolerance and he gets punished like this whenever you send me a text to say he's misbehaved."

"That's good to know. How long does he have to stand there for?" enquired Sarah.

"Tonight it's for one hour but it can be longer or shorter, depending on how good he has been."

"Well, it must be working because I've noticed that he's getting quicker when I tell him to do something. Do you think he knows how pathetic he looks, dressed like a girl and being punished like that?"

"Even better, at home he has to wear breast forms."

"Really! I'd love to see but I don't want to interrupt his punishment."

"Don't worry, Sarah, I can always reset the clock and make him start again. Turn around darling so that Sarah can see your girlie boobs."

Reluctantly, and with trepidation, Simon turned around. Both girls immediately noticed the wet patch on the front of his panties.

"Oh my God," exclaimed Emma. "He's wet himself."

"Either that or he's jerked off," Sarah responded.

"Which is, Simon?" asked Emma.

He swallowed hard and replied, in a quiet voice, "Sorry, Emma, I wet myself. I couldn't help it when I heard you coming into the kitchen with someone."

"You dirty girl," hissed Sarah, and she stepped forward and slapped him across the face so hard that he nearly fell over.

"Hold on, Sarah," said Emma, "I can deal with this."

"You won't let her get away with that, will you?"

"No," replied Emma, her voice very solemn as if she was really disappointed with Simon. "How could you do that, Simon? It's only 7 o'clock but you can go straight to bed without any dinner - lights out straight away. Keep those panties and tights on and don't wear your nightie. You can spend an uncomfortable night relaxing in your mess. You can repeat this corner time tomorrow evening - doured as an extra punishment. Go and get out of my sight!"

"Is that all you're are going to do?" asked Sarah in a disbelieving tone, once Simon had disappeared. "I'd have caned his backside if I were you. I'll do it for you if you want."
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"No, Sarah," replied Emma, "That's not my style. I prefer psychological punishments rather than physical violence. He's suffering, don't worry."

And so his punishment continued, relentlessly, day after day, as he completed his four weeks. Office hours were filled with persistent stress, with Simon always expecting his secret to be revealed at any time. Weekday evenings seemed to be largely consumed by corner time punishments for trivial offences, or else helping Emma with the domestic chores. Only at weekends could he relax and, even then, he effectively grounded himself because he had no desire to go out in public wearing his breast forms. He was rather relieved that Emma didn't insist on this.

Perhaps Emma was right when she had explained to him that the continual wearing of female underclothing would become so second nature that he would no longer become turned on. During weekdays, particularly when in the office, he was so on edge that he seldom became aroused despite always being aware of his feminised status. In fact, it took the combination of his lingerie and verbal offense by Emma or Sarah to produce any response. Only at weekends, when he was alone in the privacy of his home, could he relax and saviour the pleasure of his lingerie but even then there were times when he wished he took take it off and become a "real" man again, able to go to the pub with his friends, or join in a game of football.

Emma provided encouragement throughout, interspersing discipline with praise, telling him how well he was doing when he made no mistakes. Once he'd passed the half-way point, she started to count down the time saying something like "Only two weeks to go, darling." Then it was only one week and then it was into counting days. "You're doing really well and there's only 4 days to go before your punishment is over."

Eventually, Friday came, the last day of his punishment. Emma inspected him as he got ready for work. "Not long now, darling. When you get home from work your ordeal will be over. You'll have served your sentence and we can put your past mistakes behind us. You will have a clean slate. How does that make you feel, darling?"

"Wonder!" he replied, feeling a sense of relief. "Absolutely wonderful!"

And so he completed his last day at work, with Sarah still carrying out her routine checks. He saw her sending a text, presumably to Emma, and wanted to tell her that she was wasting her time. By 6 o'clock it would all be over - no more corner time and no more of being powerd to wear feminine clothes to work.

As he got off the bus and walked the 200 yards to Emma's house he felt a big burden was being lifted off him. He couldn't wait to get back into Emma's bed and make love to her. It had been a month and he was sure she must be as desperate as he was.

He turned the corner and saw the house ahead. But outside the house, in the front garden, was a large yellow container. As he got closer, he saw it was a rubbish skip and it must have been delivered that day. As he got closer still, he was shocked to see it was half-full of black plastic bags. Panic started to set in and he desperately clawed at one of the bags to see what was inside. It was full of DVDs - his DVDs! He tore open another bag, which he found contained his spare suits and his shoes. A third bag contained his book collection.

Unable to take in what was happening, he rushed to the front door, pulling his key from his pocket as he went. He fumred as he tired to insert the key in the lock. It only went in half-way and wouldn't turn. He realised the lock had been changed. Overcoming a wave of nausea, he started banging heavily on the door, crying out for Emma. After a couple of minutes, the door opened slowly by just a few inches, held in place by a security chain. Emma peered through the gap.

"What the hell's happening?" shouted Simon. "What are you doing?"

Emma adopted a puzzled expression. "It's the new start I promised you, darling. Don't you remember?"

"WHAT? What the hell are you talking about!?"

"Your punishment has been completed and the slate is wiped clean, darling. We are now both free to start our lives again."

"But you said that after four weeks all would be forgiven and we would start afresh?"

"No, I think you must have misunderstood me, darling. At no time did I ever say that you could live with me again."

"You're kicking me out?" he screamed. "But why didn't you just kick me out in the first place - why put me through this ordeal, you bitch?"

"Do calm down, darling. That sort of language won't help at all, will it? If you recall, I did want to kick you out - I even offered to pack your bags for you - but you made it clear that you would rather be punished first."

"You never said that you were going to kick me out anyway! Why didn't you tell me that?" He was absolutely furious with her.

"As I said, darling, you misunderstood what I said. Or perhaps you interpreted what I said in the way you wanted to? You heard what you wanted to hear."

"What the hell am I going to do now, you f*****g bitch? You've put all my stuff in the skip."

"The skip isn't being taken away until Monday, darling."

"Stop calling me 'darling', you devious cow!"

"Sorry, I thought you liked it when I called you darling. You should have said before. Anyway, you have all weekend to remove your stuff from the skip before it's collected although I wouldn't waste time if I were you because it may rain tomorrow."

"Where will I put the stuff?"

"I don't know! Why didn't you plan this out in advance?" She gave him a look of exasperation, as if talking to an idiot. "Oh, sorry! - it's because you misunderstood me, isn't it?"

"And where's my money gone?"

"Your money is still in your bank account, Simon. I've not taken your money - in fact, I've subsidised you for the past three weeks but you needn't pay me back - at least not straight away. You can go and get your money out of the bank."

"No I can't," he retorted. "You cut my cards and cheques up!"

"No, Simon, YOU cut them up - with hindsight, rather a silly thing to do under the circumstances." She gave a little smile and nodded her head.

"What am I going to do?" he exhorted.

"You'll need to get new cards from the bank, Simon. ... Oh, I forgot, they're closed until Monday, aren't they?"

"I can't believe you've done this to me," he wailed. "Please take me back!"

"No way, Simon. As I told you, this punishment was designed to ensure you never wore my underwear again. Only by separating from you out will I make sure of that! You didn't really think that a month of wearing lingerie would turn you off the idea for life, did you?"

He shook his head in despair. "Look, Emma! Please help me. I've not no money and nowhere to go. What am I going to do?

She rubbed her chin, pretending to think hard. "Well, you could always give Sarah a call. I have a feeling that she would have you back for a few weeks - but on her terms though!"

With that, Emma gently closed the door, leaving Simon to collapse on the door step, his head in his hands and tears streaming down his face. In desperation, he reached for his mobile phone.

THE END
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I felt bad; I never had Glen talk to me like that before. He was really mad. I had to do something for him. I looked around. I know, I’ll put his clothes away in the drawers. He will like that. I went to my suitcase and pulled out my robe. I put it on and tied the belt. This robe is too big for me I thought as I pulled on the belt and it sucked in on my waist and my hips flared out. I went to Glen’s suitcase. I open it up .His clothes where so unorganized. I laid them all out on the bed and started to fold them and put them in the drawer. I rolled his socks in a nice ball and placed them with his underwear. I felt good doing this; I knew Glen would be happy with me. I straighten up the room a little, fluffing up the pillows, turning back the covers. Glen walked out of the bathroom.

“What the hell are you doing Andy?? Are you ok or what?”

I just looked at him. I wasn’t ok; I didn’t realize what I was doing till he mentioned it. I was blushing; I turned my eyes away from him.

“Glen, we have to talk, you have to help me”...I paused.

“My body is going through some changes and I can’t seem to focus on what I’m doing”.

“What kind of changes Andy, what are you talking about?” Glen said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

I knew I had to show him, there was no other way. I slowly untied my robe and opened it up. I lifted my head slowly looking at him completely embarrassed.

“My god Andy, you have tits!!..When did this all happen?”

“I haven’t been feeling well Glen, my tummy gets sore and I can’t eat. I wash myself and my body hair falls out. I tend to look at things differently. Just like putting your clothes away, I didn’t know why I was doing it. I just thought it was the right thing to do. My tits started to grow when we left on our trip. I thought maybe I was allergic to something and it would go away, but each day they seemed to grow more.”

Glen looked at me up and down.” Wow Andy, you do have a problem there. I think we should get you to a doctor and see what is happening to you.”

“Do you really think so Glen? I mean, are you sure?”, I was confused.

“Come on Andy, get some clothes on and we will ask a doctor what he thinks, at least then we know what is happening”.

I was so glad Glen came up with that idea, he was really concerned, he was such a nice guy. I picked up my underwear and tried to put it on. I struggled, they were too tight.

“Andy, you stay here and I will get you some better fitting clothes for you. I noticed even your jeans and shirts were too big on you. At least then we can go see the doctor without you looking like a slob”.

I cringed at the thought that all this time I was looking like a slob. I always thought I was dressed fine, but Glen wouldn’t lie to me.

“Ok Glen, I guess, but I don’t know what size I am now, my body has shrunk and grew in all different places”...

“Don’t you worry your little head about that Andy, I will be right back. Give me some of your money and I will see what I can get you”.

I started to pull out a fifty out of my wallet, Glen walked closer and just reached in and grabbed a hundred. I wasn’t left with much after that.

“Fifty won’t buy anything Andy, now go sit down and relax, I will be back later”.

“Yes Glen, your right, I‘ll relax for a while, I appreciate you helping me out here, I owe you”. I’m glad Glen came up with the idea of getting me some clothes. Ever since this had happened to me I couldn’t figure anything out. He’s so smart; I wonder why I never noticed that before. I heard my car start and take off. I walked over to my bed and laid down. I opened my robe and felt my tits again. They were so sensitive when I touched them. I felt a tingling all over my body as I squeezed and gently moved them around. I rubbed my finger tips lightly over my nipples and I moaned. My god, does that ever feel good, I couldn’t stop. I tugged and pulled at my nipples till a wave a pleasure shot through my body. What happened I thought? Did I just cum? I must have fallen arelax because I woke up to the door opening. It was Glen with a couple of bags.

“Andy! Wake up, I have something for you, I think its going to help you with your stomach aches anyways”, Glen said smiling proudly.

I lifted my feet and placed them on the ground.Yawning,”What is it Glen?”

“I was talking with a lady at the store and she said that many times a permister will get back aches and stomach aches if not fully supported”.

“Supported? what are you talking about Glen?”.

He opened one bag and pulled out a bra and held it up stretching it back and forth.” She said you should wear this, you will feel a lot better”

“Glen!!!..I’m not wearing any bra for Christ sakes. I’m a guy; I needed some new clothes that fit better that’s all. I didn’t want no bra”

“Andy”, Glen shouted, I never seen Glen this powerful before. I went to the trouble of going out for you and helping you out. I thought I was doing something special for you by asking the saleslady what could help you. She suggested a bra; at least you could just try it out without being so negative right away!”

I blinked a few times; I didn’t know what to say. I slowly nodded to Glen.” yes Glen your right, I will try it on. Thanks for helping me Glen. He tossed me the bra. I stood up and put the bra around me, I fastened the clasp in front and adjusted my boobs.I couldn’t believe how good it felt, the bra held my tits up and together. I could feel the difference all ready.

“Now Andy, was that so bad?” Glen smirked as he said it. He reached in the bag and pulled out a matching panty, tossing it to me.” Here try this on, I hope it fits”

I took the panties and slide them up my legs and over my ass.They fit perfectly. I turned and looked in the mirror. I seen a young girl in a bra and panty set. Is that really me I wondered?

“Ok Andy, quit staring. I had trouble finding you clothes that would fit so I went to a boutique and found a few items”. He pulled out a soft pink tank top and a pair of jeans. I opened the jeans up and slid my legs in them and pulled them up. They were really tight around my thighs and ass, I had to jump up a little just to fasten them,”Glen, these are way too small”.

“Turn around and let me see Andy”... I turned slowly around.

“They look great on you Andy, they fit really well”. I turned and looked in the mirror myself; I turned this way and that. They did look good, I had to admit and they were so comfortable after all. I looked at the back pocket and it was stitched “SASSY” in fancy lettering. I looked at Glen and blushed a little. He tossed me the tank top and I slipped it over my head and smoothed it over my boobs.I looked in the mirror again.” Glen, I can’t go out like this! I look just like a girl; can’t I just wear some of my old clothes and see the doctor?”

“Look it Andy, you look just fine, I know your a guy so what’s the problem. Don’t worry so much and let’s get going to the walk-in clinic down the street”. Glen said as he got up. I went to get my wallet and tried to put it in my back pocket, I couldn’t do it, it wouldn’t fit.”Glen! help me!”. I looked at him again. He walked up to me and took my wallet in his hand.

“Listen Andy,,, I will hold onto your wallet and money, you don’t have that much left anyways and besides, you owe me $50 dollars because your shoes were a little more money than you thought”

Shoes? I didn’t want shoes, but I guess I must have asked for some other wise Glen wouldn’t have bought them. He opened the box and handed me a pair of black opened toed shoes, with 3 inch heels. I place the shoes on the floor and slipped my feet in them. It took a little time to get use too but I managed as we walked to the clinic. A few cars driving down honked there horns and called out at me. I tried to ignore them as I gripped onto Glens arm. I whispered to Glen, please let me hold onto you till we get there, I can’t hardly walk in these shoes.

“Go ahead Andy,,, I don’t mind”.

We came up to the clinic and walked in. There were a few people waiting as Glen lean down to my ear and whispered. “You go sit down, I‘ll make you an appointment”. I walked over and sat down and watched Glen talk with the secretary and fill out the forms. Why was Glen doing all of that I wondered, I could have filled it all out I think, well maybe I couldn’t, I don’t know, I’m so confused right now. I wish Glen would hurry up. I want to get this over with. Glen came walking back and sat down next to me and whispered.”Ok Andy, the doctor will see you in a minute, but there’s one problem, I told them your name was Nancy”.

“ Nancy?!! What the hell did you do that for???!!!.I looked at him in shock. Glen reached over and squeezed my hand hard.”SHHHHHHHHHH....be quiet or I will walk out of here so fast and leave you here yourself if you don’t behave. I said your name was Nancy because I didn’t want you to go through the embarrassment of being called to the doctor by your real name and have all the people in the waiting room laughing at you for finding out your a guy”. Glen was hurting my hand, I looked at him,” I’m sorry Glen, I won’t act up, I promise”. He was right, he was doing this for me, I should be grateful for him thinking this all through. I have to learn to listen to him and not question what he has planned. He released my hand and patted it nicely.”Ok then, just relax.” I felt a little better now as I sat there next to Glen. I hope he wasn’t too angry with me.

“Nancy??” the nurse called out as she held a clip board. Glen nudged me. I stood up and walked to her.” Follow me; the doctor will see you in a minute.” I followed her down to a little room and sat down in a chair.” Remove your top and the doctor will be here in a moment”. I stood back up and slid my top over my head and removed my bra. I sat nervously back down; I felt I should cover myself with my hands. I felt so exposed. The doctor walked in, he was an older man.” Hello Nancy, I’m Dr.Saunders, how can I help you today?”

“Well Dr.Saunders, It seems I get these bad cramps in my tummy and my breasts have started to grow. I feel that I’m confused most of the time, I catch myself day dreaming a lot”. I looked up at him, hoping he would know exactly what was wrong. He walked up to me and started to feel my tits, moving them up and over, pulling them apart. I started to get that feeling again, I felt embarrassed as my nipples started to get hard. He pushed and probed my tits, then he moved down to my stomach and was pushing and looking. I just sat there, hoping this would all be over with soon. He walked back to his clipboard and started to write things down.” You can put your top back on Nancy. I will be right back” I picked up my bra and put it back on and tucked my tits in place. I slip my top back over and sat down. The doctor came back in.” Well Nancy, I found nothing really wrong, I think you’re just exhausted and need to relax more. I’m going to give you a shot which should help you”. Nothing wrong? I thought, how can he say nothing is wrong? I lifted up the little sleeve of my top as he came closer with the needle.” Are you sure Dr.Saunders? are you sure I’m ok?”..He stuck the needle in my arm and smiled.” You are a fine, now don’t worry about anything”. I stood up and walked out to where Glen was waiting. He stood up and walked to me.” You ok Nancy? Are you alright?”...I broke a smile and told him the doctor said I would be fine. We walked together up to the secretary to pay the bill. She handed Glen the bill as I stood there holding onto his arm. Glen looked at the bill. It was $250, my god! I didn’t realize it would cost so much. The secretary saw the shock in both of our faces.” I know it seems a little high but estrogen cost quite a bit and she needed almost a full needle. I couldn’t believe what I just heard, ESTROGEN? Why did the doctor do that??, my mind was racing as I clutched onto Glen’s arm. Glen looked down at me and then back at the secretary. He reached into his pocket and pulled out my wallet. He took out three one hundred dollar bills and paid the bill and stuck the change back in my wallet. We both walked out of the clinic, I was leaning on him more as I held him.
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“Andy, why the hell did you ask for the estrogen shot? what in the world were you thinking?”

“I didn’t know Glen; it happened so fast, the doctor said it would put my mind at ease and make me feel better. I didn’t know it was estrogen. I thought maybe some vitiams”.We walked to the motel quietly. I was getting better at walking in my heels but Glen told me I should hang onto him just for looks. I looked up at him when he said that and smiled. I was glad he was always thinking of things like that. He’s so smart, a lot smarter than me. He opened the door of the motel and let me in first.

“We have to talk Andy” Glen said sternly.

“Yes Glen, what about?”

“We have only a little money left Andy, maybe enough to last till the end of the week. You’re little spending for the clothes and doctor nearly left you with no money.

I couldn’t believe I was out of money. Glen was acting as if it was my fault that I was broke. Tears came to my eyes as I looked up at Glen.” I’m sorry Glen, I really mean it. I didn’t think the clothes and doctor was going to cost so much.

“That’s the whole problem Andy, you don’t think! you walk around here in a daze all the time, worrying about your stupid tits while I suffer, listening to you whine and complain. I don’t know why you’re always thinking about yourself. You’re so selfish that way.”

Glen was really mad; a few tears ran down my face as he continued to yell at me. I felt so bad. He was right again; I was thinking too much about myself, I should have been thinking about what was good for us not just what I wanted.

“I just can’t handle this anymore Andy” Glen stood up and walked to the door.” I need to go for a drive, to think this through”

I looked up at him,”Please Glen, please forgive me, I am so sorry”. I was sobbing. Glen just looked at me and slammed the door shut. I heard the car start and race away. I put my hands to my face and started to cry. Why was this happening to me I thought, I have ruin everything. We were to have a great vacation and now I ran out of money and Glen just walked out on me. I laid down on my bed crying myself to relax. I woke up a few hours later. Glen was still gone; I was so worried that he wouldn’t come back. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I took off my jeans, wiggling my ass as they slid off. I hung them up behind the door. I took of my top, then my bra and panties. I looked in the mirror closely. My tits looked like they stopped growing, but were much fuller. I smiled in the mirror; I guess the doctor did know what he was doing after all. After my shower, I walked out to the room, I put my robe on and sat down and watched TV. Where was Glen? I was really worried now, I missed him so much.

I heard the door open as I laid in my bed; I saw that the clock was 3:00 am. Glen turned on the lights and looked down at me.” Andy, wake up, I want to talk”. I slid out of my bed and sat on the edge. My eyes were puffy from crying.” Yes Glen?” I was sure he was going to tell me he was leaving.

“I’m sorry Andy for yelling at you like I did. I know it hurt you, I see it in your eyes, but now I have a plan how you can make some money. I thought long and hard about it and I think it will work as long as you co-operate”.

“Anything Glen, I want to help us, you were right I was only thinking of myself before, I am so sorry for that Glen. I will do anything for you, just please never leave me”. Glen smiled at me and sat next to me on the bed, he put his arm around me and gave me a “buddy buddy “ hug. I smiled up at him...”ok Glen, tell me what your plan is”.

“Ok Andy, just sit there and listen”. He stood up and went and grabbed a newspaper that was folded to a add. There is an ad in this paper that needs models for their magazine. I phoned them up and told them about you. I told them that I had a “chick with a cock” that wanted to pose.”...My eyes flew wide open,”GLEN!!!..my mouth dropped open.

“Now wait a minute Andy, let me finish, All you have to do is wear some lingerie, that’s all. They pay really well too!”

“I can’t do that Glen, that’s so embarrassing, what if someone ever recognized me,,, No Way!!,, I’m not doing that”

“Well be that way then Andy. It’s a good idea and you don’t what to do it, well fine”. I could tell Glen was disappointed. He put his suitcase on top of his bed and opened it. He gathered his clothes from the dresser and started to pack.

“What are you doing Glen?”

“Leaving”. Glen didn’t even look up as he said it. I just sat there watching him.

“Please Glen,, stay,, I’m sorry, please”...I started to cry again...”I will do it Glen” I said softly...he stopped what he was doing and looked at me,” Are you sure Andy? your not going to change your mind?”

“I promise Glen, I promise I will do it and not change my mind”. I felt defeated and exhausted; I just wanted everything to be the way it was. If Glen says it is a good idea, then it must be. I’m not in any position to argue anymore.” what do you want me to do?”...

“Leave it all to me Andy. And oh, from now on I think we better call you Nancy. I will go out tomorrow and all the arrangements. I think I’ll make you an appointment for you to get your hair done. We have lots to do, so let’s get a good night relax”. I just sat trying to take all of this in. Glen has just changed my name to Nancy and made an appointment to get my hair done and he was taking charge of the picture shoot.” Now tell me you’re happy with my plan Nancy and thank me for taking care of you”. Glen stared down at me; I could feel his eyes daring me to say no. I didn’t want him to leave me here. I really did need him till I got home.

“I’m very happy with your plan and I am grateful you are taking care of me”...I hung my head down...”Thank-you very much”. Glen knew he had me now. If I act up once more he will leave and I don’t know how I would ever get home. I wanted to see my own doctor; I didn’t want to be a girl. I reached over and shut of the light and fell arelax.

When I woke up, Glen was already gone. He left me a note on the table,

Nancy: I will call you later; I want you to take a long hot bath. I need you too shave your body completely except for a little patch above your small boyclit,,Be sure to soak in the tub for a long time, the oils have to have time to get your skin soft. Don’t disappoint me. I used the last of your money to get you the bath oils. I will lend you what you need till you get back on your feet again. You owe me $50 from the clothes so far. I will keep track of it, don’t worry.

Thinking of You

Glen

There was a bag next to the letter. Inside were bottles of oils and soaps. I took the bag and went to make a bath. I soaked in the bath like Glen wanted me too. I shave myself everywhere like I was told too. I laid down deep in the tub, my nipples stuck out of the water. I laid there for 45 minutes or so. I got up and dried myself off. The telephone rang and I quickly answered.” Hello?”

“Nancy, it’s all set. We meet with them tonight at 5:00.I made your hair appointment for 11:00.Be ready to go, I will be there in 15 minutes”. and then he hung up, I didn’t even have a chance to say anything. I hung up the phone and rushed to get my clothes. I put on a fresh pair of panties and slid my jeans on. I didn’t have to hop around the much to get them on this time. They seem to fit a little better today. I grabbed my bra and put it on. It seemed a little tight as I squeezed my tits in the cups. I went to get the other t-shirt Glen bought me. I lifted it up. On the front of the shirt in sparkling sequence read “Girl Power”. I felt so ashamed as I slid it over my head and pulled it down. It didn’t quite reach the top of my jeans. It showed my bellybutton. I brushed my hair, making sure all of the tangles were out and slipped my new shoes on.

Glen opened the door and walked in “So are you ready?” He brushed right by me to the washroom. He left the door open as he started to pee in the toilet.” Come over here and let me take a look at you Nancy, I want to see how you look”. I walked over and stood in front of the bathroom door. He was looking me over up and down as he pissed.My eyes met his, I blushed a little. I wanted him to say something; I wanted him to say I looked nice. I accidentally looked down and saw his cock.It was the first time I ever seen Glen’s cock.It was so big, it must have been at least 8 inches long and fat.” Don’t get any ideas Nancy” Glen laughed as I turned completely red.” I’m sorry Glen, I didn’t mean to look”

Glen looked at me as he shaked his cock and zipped up.” Sure you did Nancy, you always wondered about my big cock, haven’t you? Nancy, I want you to tell me that”...I looked at Glen, he was serious, he wanted me to say it..”I always wondered about your cock Glen”
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“Really Nancy? what is it you wondered about?. about its size? How much bigger it is compared to your little sissy clit?

“Yes Glen I have always wondered about your big cock and how much bigger it was than mine”. I felt so humiliated as I stood there saying this to him.

“You know what I think Nancy? I think someone with a cock as small as yours should have always been a girl. I think someone with a cock like yours always wanted a cock like mine, now turn around, I want to see how you fill those jeans out with that ass of yours”.

I turned around for him. I never heard Glen talk like this before. He was being cruel to me...”Ok.lets go” he said.

We pulled up to the salon and we walked in, again I was told to sit down as Glen talked with the ladies. They all kept looking at me as Glen explained what he wanted. I seen them nodding yes and Glen called me up. I walked over to them.”Ok Nancy, they know what you want so I want you to just relax and let them do there magic. I will pick you up in a couple of hours”.

Glen waved good-bye and walked out as the girl took me by the hand to her station. She swung me around on her chair and tilted my head back and started to wash my hair. It felt really good as I shut my eyes. I felt her pouring shampoo and conditioners in my hair and working her fingers. She pulled my head back up and toweled dry my hair. When she was done she combed it out and started to cut. I watched as my hair was clipped this way and that. She looked at me and told me not to worry; she was just shaping it better. I smiled as she opened her drawer and pulled out a cap with holes in it. She pulled the cap over my head and started to pull strands of hair through the holes.” What are you doing now”? I asked, knowing I had no real say in what she was doing. Just high lighting your hair, your boyfriend said this is what he wanted”. I thought to myself,” Now Glen’s my boyfriend”. I have to play this out. I can’t screw this up if I want Glen to stay.”Oh yes, I told Glen it was up to him how he wanted my hair done. I want him to be happy with the way I look”.

“Well, your going to look just beautiful by time we finish with you”, she smiled as she smeared a lotion over the cap, squeezing it through all of the strands of hair sticking out of the holes. She placed a piece of saran wrap over my cap and took me over to get my nails down. Another lady took my hand in hers and started to work on my fingers. I could feel the chemicals on my hair working, it felt hot. I watched as the lady stuck tips on my nails and file them down, shaping them perfect. She painted them a soft gloss red. My hands looked so feminine; I couldn’t believe they were mine. She lifted my feet up and took off my heels and started to work on my toes. The lady that did my hair came back and took me to her station and took the cap off and rinsed my hair. She sat me back up and had my back to the mirror so I couldn’t see what she was doing. She had a tray full of curlers as she placed them in various areas around my head. She told me to follow her and she sat me down and placed and dryer over my head. She handed me a magazine and told me she will be back in a half hour.

The magazine had fashions and make-up tips. I thumb through it waiting for her. I actually liked the different styles. She came back and took me to another station where a lady started on my face. She plucked at my eyebrows, shaping them; she put foundation on my face and started to apply liner, eye shadow, blush and mascara. She taught me how to apply everything, how much to use, what colors to use, how to curl my eyelashes. The lady that was doing my hair led me back to her chair. She pulled out all of the curlers and brushed out my hair. She snipped a little more and started to style it. She pulled and sprayed my hair to make it stay in place. She brought out her curling iron and twisted curls along my face, then comb them out lightly. She worked for another half hour when she finally said she was finished. She turned me around in her chair facing the mirror. I couldn’t believe it was me. I was beautiful. My hair cascaded to my shoulders with a little bounce to it; the highlights accented the shape of my head. Soft curls fell along side of my face. The make-up girls had trimmed my eye brows to a perfect arch and darken them lightly. The eye shadow she used brought out the deep blue eyes I have. My lashes dark and long. My lips were inviting with the same color as my nails, she made them look fuller. I was happy with what I saw; I knew Glen would be pleased with me.



“One more thing”, she took me by the hand and we walked to the back of the salon. Your boyfriend wanted to get your ears pierced and already picked out the earrings. I sat down as she moved the gun to my ear and popped a hole through the lobe, and then she moved to the other ear and did the same. She hung silver dollar size gold hoops to my lobes. She pushed back the chair so that I was now almost lying down. I could feel her wipe my bellybutton with holy water and then she popped a hole there and placed a gold hoop there. “All done”, she smiled and I smiled back. I got up from the chair and walked back to the front of the salon. Glen was standing there waiting for me.” You look beautiful Nancy”, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I blushed as I said thank-you.

“Did she give you any trouble ladies?” Glen asked as he went up to pay.

“No she was the perfect lady, you should be very proud of her, she is so pretty”. I stood there behind Glen as he paid the lady.

He turns back to me ...”ready to go honey?”...he held his hand out to me. I nodded yes and took his hand and walked out with him. He stopped outside the salon.” You look very beautiful Nancy, I want you to always be made up for me, I want you to be pretty for me, do you understand Nancy?”

“Yes Glen, I will do what you want me too, I understand that this is for my own good”.

“Ok, it’s almost 5:00, let’s get going”. We drove across town to a studio and got out of the car.” Now Nancy, I will do all of the talking, if they do ask you some questions, you make sure you answer them right, make sure you tell them what they want to hear, ok?”

“Yes Glen” I won’t screw up, I promise. We walked in the place, it was very nice inside. A man came up to us and shook Glen’s hand. He took mine in his and kissed it. I was charmed; he was so professional as he led us in his office. He pulled a chair out for me and I sat down as he took some papers out of his desk. From there on he completely talked with Glen, both of them ignored me as they went through the contract. I couldn’t hear much of what they were saying. After, I saw Glen nod his approval. The guy behind the desk smiled at me and said.

”Ok Nancy, before I have you sign the contract, I need to see you nude. I have to make sure you’re for real and not just padded”.

I rose out of my chair and slipped my clothes of, leaving my bra and panties on. I unclasped my bra and my tits fell out. Glen reached over and jiggled them. I blushed.”Ok, now turn around and bend over a bit”...I turned my back to him and bent over a bit; Glen grabbed my ass cheek and shook it for the guy.” Very firm but soft”. Glen and the man kept talking about me as if I wasn’t there. Commenting on my body.”Ok sign here Nancy. I sat back down after I put my clothes on and signed the contract.

A young lady was ask to take me to a room to get ready. I walked behind her as Glen stayed with the guy. She opened a door and we walked in. There were clothes hanging all over. There where night gowns, teddies, garters, nylons, bustiers.I was overwhelmed by the beautiful clothes.” Lets get started Nancy”. She held out a pink satin lace teddy, with matching g-string. I took off all of my clothes and put the teddy on. The g-string felt weird as the string was tight between my ass cheeks. The girl adjusted my tits and g-string to her liking. She made it just so; she was so professional about what she was doing. She never looked in my eyes once. She touched up my make-up and hair and sent me out to a bigger room.

There were cameras set up all over the place, reflectors and light stands towered over a mat in the middle of the room. I heard over the loud speaker...

“Ok Nancy, go to the mat and wait for further instructions”. I walked slowly out to the mat; I looked out pass the cameras and couldn’t see anything because of the lights.

“Now Nancy, we are going to play some music, we want you to relax and just flow, let your mind free. Just move around, don’t be shy”. I stood there waiting for the music to start. My nipples stood out, I was cold standing there. The lights lit up and the music started. I moved around, moving my hips side to side, bending over, wiggling my ass.I was glad I couldn’t see anyone as I continued to pose differently. I had changed in a few different costumes, all more revealing than the one before. After about 2 hours, I was told to wait in the room. I was glad this was over. I sat there waiting in my panties and bra when Glen walked in. I was so glad to see him.
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“You did very good Nancy, they all loved it. Now I have to ask you to do something for me Nancy”. I looked up at Glen, wondering what he wanted me to do now.” Bob wants to see if you would pose with some other models, its more money, a lot more than we got for the photo shoot”.

“What do I have to do Glen?”

“Just stand around looking beautiful with two guys, but they will be nude and you will be wearing some sexy clothes, that’s all”.

“Oh Glen, do I have too? I mean isn’t doing the pictures enough?”. I looked at him meekly.

“It’s not a big deal Nancy, there not going to be any touching or anything, unless you want them too?” Glen devilishly smiled.

I hung my head down,” I will do it Glen…

“I’ll tell Bob, Pam will be back in to help you get ready”. Glen knew all of the names of the people here, I didn’t know anyone. I guess that was for the better, let Glen handle everything.

Pam walked in with a costume on a hanger.

“Here you are Nancy, let’s get this on you and get started”...She told me to take my bra and panties off. She handed me a pink satin panties and a matching lace sheer bra. The bra hardly covered my nipples. She held out a pair of pink thigh high nylons and I pulled them up high. She straighten the seam along the back of the stockings. I was then handed a pink sheer robe. It just covered my ass cheeks. She fixed my hair and make-up again and told me to slip on the shoes she brought in. I looked down and seen 5 inch heels on a pair of pink open toed shoes. I was lead out to the room again. There was a chair in the middle of the room this time. I walked to the chair and stood there.

“Nancy, you look very beautiful in that pink outfit, very feminine, the guys will come in a minute, when they do, I want you to just be natural, and I will call out the poses I want. Just relax, that’s the important thing to do”...I stood there and crossed my arms, I was cold...I heard a door open and out walked 2 of the biggest guys I ever seen. They were both black and nude. I was standing there blushing as they came up and introduced themselves, I shook there hands and was told to sit down on the chair. I sat down and the guys surrounded me as I heard the camera snap pictures.

The guys stood next to my head with there cocks sticking straight out.” Lick your lips Nancy”. I licked my lips as the camera clicked again. This went on for a while, the guys pose with their cocks, near my face, I was told to stand up and kneel down and they stood around me.” Hold their cocks in your hand Nancy”... I froze,,,”I can’t do that, I won’t do that”, I screamed as I stood up.

Glen rushed out on the set and grabbed me by the arm and quickly walked me off to the corner. He was squeezing my arm as he scolded me like I was a young. “You will do this Nancy, don’t you dare embarrass me in front of all these people”. My arm started to really hurt. He was looking down at me with his face so close.

“I’m sorry Glen but I don’t think I can touch another man’s cock.Remember, I’m still Andy”. Glen’s eyes flared open.

“You are going to be Nancy till I tell you other wise; do you see a problem with that Nancy?”

My lips quivered,” No Glen, I don’t see any problem at all.

He released his grip on my arm and I rubbed it slowly. Bob came walking over; he put his hand on my shoulder,

“I tell you what Nancy, its getting late, why don’t we finish this up tomorrow?” .I looked at Glen as if asking for permission.

“That would be fine”. Glen said, not letting me decide. We will come back tomorrow and Nancy says she will be more co-operative, won’t you Nancy?” Glen was staring at me.



“Yes Bob, I promise I will be better, I’m sorry for tonight.

“Bob smiled, that’s no problem, we’re all tired, and I’ll see you at noon”...

I went back to the room and changed back to my clothes. I walked out of the room to the hallway. Glen grabbed my hand and walked me out of the building to my car.

“Get In!!”...I opened the door and slid in as Glen started the car.” We have a lot of work to do tonight if you are to be ready for tomorrow.”

Glen headed off down the highway for a while till we came upon an “Adult Novelty” store.

I looked at Glen,” What are we doing here?”...

“Just follow me” Glen said as he got out of the car and walked to the store. I opened my door and hurriedly caught up to him. He held out his hand and I put mine in his. I liked that. The store was full of erotica. Books lined the wall and videos on the other. There were isles full of costumes and leather wear. Glen walked to the video stand and looked at all of the titles. I saw a few men staring at me as I stood there. Glen picked up one, it showed a women holding onto a huge cock.

“What do you think Nancy? do you want to get this one?” He said it loud enough for the others to hear. I blushed and nodded yes.” What Nancy? I didn’t hear you.”. I looked at him; he knew it was *******ing me to answer...”Well Nancy??...Do you want this one or do you see something else”...

I took a deep breath,”That was would be fine Glen”.

He pulled me along to the magazine area. He pulled one from the rack. It had nothing but men with big cocks. He handed it to me along with the video. We walked up to the front counter. There were assortment of vibrators and dildos.The man behind the counter took the video and magazine from my hands.

“Before you ring those up, I think the little lady here wants a companion for when I’m out of town”. I almost fell to my knees. I couldn’t believe he just said that. I wanted to crawl out of there.

“Well Nancy? Tell the man which one you want”...I squeezed Glen’s hand, and he squeezed back harder. I hesitated for a bit, I glanced over the assortment and pointed at slim vibrator, about 6 inches long.

“That’s not really what you want is it Nancy? Here,I know what you want. Glen pointed to a big black dildo.It was 12 inches long and 3 inches thick. The man opened the case and pulled it out and placed it on the counter with my other things. He started to ring up everything. There was a big jar on the counter with wide assortment of colored condoms.

“Grab a handful of them Nancy, you never know”. Glen was smiling at me, I reached in and grabbed about ten and placed them down. The man handed me the bag and winked as Glen paid.

We finally made it back to the motel. Glen took the tape off of me and put it in the VCR.

“Now Nancy, I want you to get comfortable and watch this movie with me”. I bought you something earlier today for lounging around here. He opened the closet and pulled out a powder blue baby doll.” Now go fix yourself up”.

I took the baby doll from him and went to the washroom. I took my clothes off and washed up. I pointed and pulled at my hair with my fingers and watched it bounce back into shape. I touched up my make-up and sprayed a nice perfume that the salon gave me. I slipped the baby doll on .It felt so soft against my skin. I tied the string below my tits and it gathered them tightly together creating a deep cleavage. I tied the matching thong around my waist. When I walked out in the room, Glen was standing at the wet bar sipping a take. He looked at me and smiled.
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“Very Nice, Very Nice Indeed”, then he whistle. I felt good, I don’t know why, but I did. It made me feel better knowing Glen approved. I walked up and stood next to him. He put his glass down and lifted my chin with his finger. His eyes met mine. He slowly leaned his head down; I pursed my lips and shut my eyes. Nothing happened, I waited and nothing, I opened my eyes and he let go of my chin.



“You didn’t think I was going to kiss you did you Nancy?” My heart sank. I blushed a little, a lost for words.” Unless you want me too Nancy?”

I was so confused, why did I want Glen to kiss me, I was Andy, I liked women, I didn’t like men or I least I didn’t think I did.

“Nancy, if you want me to kiss you, just say it, doesn’t hurt to ask”...”

I looked back up at Glen,” I want you to kiss me Glen”. I said it, I couldn’t believe it but I said it.

“Do you think it will help you with your shyness with men Nancy?” Why was he asking me this, He reached down and brushed my hair back from my cheek with his finger.

“Yes Glen, I think it would help me with my shyness with men”. I knew he wanted me to answer exactly as he said it. “What else would you think would help you Nancy?”...I looked confused at him, I wasn’t sure I knew what he meant.

“I think you should learn how to treat a man, make him desire you. You should cherish all he has to offer you. You should offer yourself to him”. His eyes penetrated in my soul as I listened to him. He was right again. I should have the charms and seductiveness to make a man want me. To make Glen want me.

“I need you to teach me Glen, I need you to teach me how to please a man, and I need you to guide me.

“Do you really mean that Nancy? Do you really want me to teach you?”

“Yes Glen, I really do”. With that he drew me close to him and kissed me firmly on the lips. I melted in his arms. He broke the kiss off.

“Take my clothes off Nancy, I want you to undress me as sensually as you can”... I wanted to do it, I never thought this way before but I wanted to undress Glen. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. He watched me as he held onto my hips. I slowly opened his shirt and I let my hands slide across his hairy chest. I lean in and kissed his chest all over. His hand slid up my side under my babydoll.His rough hands felt so good against my soft skin. My hands fell to his belt and I fumred with it to undo it. My nails made it hard.

I undid his pants and slowly slid his zipper down. I wanted Glen so much as my kisses trailed down his chest to his stomach. I kneeled down and looked up at him as I pulled his pants down to his ankles, he stepped out of them. I slid both of my hands up his legs, to his muscular thighs and tugged on his briefs. I pulled them down slowly watching his hard cock spring out. It was so beautiful. I never thought of a cock before but Glen’s cock was so perfect looking to me. I pulled his briefs down the rest of the way. I leaned back on my legs and untied the lace string holding my baby doll together. I took it off, freeing my tits.I watched as Glen smiled and reached down and squeeze them. I pushed my tits in his hand. I wanted him to touch me. Both of my hands reached for his cock.It felt so heavy in my hands, so strong, so powerful.

“What do you want to do Nancy?”,,, I looked up at Glen, his cock was throbbing in my hands.

” Do you want my cock in your mouth Nancy?

I didn’t know how to answer. He pinched my nipples one last time and reached up and took my hands off of his cock.I was still up on my knees, his cock inches away from my face. He moved his hips a little and his cock bounced against my nose.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth Nancy?” My face went deep red.

“I need to know if your going to be my cocksucker or not”...He could see that I was hurting, he knew it was hard for me to answer him. He jerked his hips a little again and his cock brushed against my lips. I let out a soft moan.

“I want your cock in my mouth Glen”, I whispered.

“I’m sorry Nancy, I didn’t hear what you said”

“I want you cock in my mouth Glen”, I said it loudly.

“Ok then Nancy, without using your hands, I want you to take my cock in your mouth and just hold it there as deep as you can, do you think you could do that Nancy?”

“Yes Glen, I think I can do that”...I opened my mouth wide and move towards his cock.He kept moving his cock around as I tried catching it in my mouth. I was getting frustrated. Every time I thought I had it he moved a little and it bounced away. I looked at him,

“Please Glen stop that, let me have your cock, please”.I couldn’t believe I said it and meant it. That’s what he wanted from me, He wanted the truth.

“Open your mouth Nancy”. I opened my mouth as he laid his cock on my tongue and pushed it in my mouth. I kept looking up at him as he moved more of his cock in. My eyes started to water, as his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Ok Nancy, just hold it there, I want you to get use to it. My lips were tight around his cock as he leaned back against the bar and took a sip of his take. He picked up the magazine that I bought and started to thumb through it, every so often showing me a picture of a big cock.

“You like big cocks, don’t you Nancy?” I nodded yes...

“I’m sorry Nancy, I can’t hear you?” I tried my hardest to get the words out with his cock deep in my mouth,

“Yeth Gen, I wuv ig ocks.”He laughed at me,

“Oh Nancy, you’re so cute”. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I gasped for air and fell back on my knees. He turned around to the bar and sipped his take. His ass facing me. I just sat there, not knowing what to do. He finished his take and sat it down and turns back facing me...

“Well Nancy, it’s been a long day, I think I’ll turn in.” I looked up at him; he could tell I was hurt...

“What’s wrong Nancy?” He stood there towering over me; his cock was semi hard now.

“Did I do something wrong Glen?” my voice quivered

“No, everything was fine, you wanted my cock in your mouth and I let you have it. You had it in your mouth for a good fifteen minutes and now I want to go to bed”.

“But”,

“But what? did you want more Nancy?, I mean, if you want something else, you just have to ask, I won’t bite..”.Glen was smiling at me...

“I just thought...”

He cut me off again,” You thought I would cum? you wanted me to cum Nancy?, I didn’t think you wanted me to cum in your mouth Nancy, did you want me to cum in your mouth Nancy?”

He kept saying my new name, I felt trapped.

“Well maybe not in my mouth, but I wanted to see you cum Glen, you been so good to me, I just wanted you to be happy with me”...

Glen reached down and put his finger on my bottom lip and pushed it in my mouth. I let him slide his finger in and around my mouth. Our eyes were locked together. He pulled me up to my feet and crushed his body against mine and kissed me. I mean he really kissed me. I think then is when I fell in love with Glen. I held him close as I kissed him back. I could feel his cock grow against my tummy; I moved my hips, rubbing his cock between us. My hands roamed up and around his neck, feeling his strong shoulders and arms, as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He cupped my ass and squeeze them, I softly moaned. He broke the kiss and gently pushed me to my knees. I slid my hands to his ass cheeks and caressed them as I captured his cock in my mouth. I sucked his cock deep in my mouth and tighten my lips. I moved my tongue around his shaft as I held him. He clutched my head and started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. My hands moved to the front of him and I cupped his balls, lifting them gently in my hand as my fingers on my other hand circled the base of his cock.He plunged his cock in and out of my mouth. I could taste his precum as his cock throbbed. He pulled out of my mouth and whacked my face with it. I loved it! I went into a small frenzy as I licked and sucked at his cock.I wiggled my tongue down his shaft to his balls and sucked them gently in my mouth. He moaned loudly and clenched my hair tightly in his fists. I was so proud of myself, I made Glen moan. I licked up one side of his shaft then the other before I sucked him back in my mouth. His cock seem to grow bigger in my mouth as he moaned loudly. He pushed my head down hard on his cock and started to shoot his cum down my throat.
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I started to cough and fetish on his cock and cum, my hands waved in the air but he just held me there as he unloaded shot after shot of his hot cum in my mouth. I swallowed what I could, I was trying to breath. I started to panic; I thought I was going to pass out when he yanked my head back by my hair. I gasped for air and was coughing. He just held me by the hair giggling.

“Sorry Nancy, I just got caught up with the whole thing, I hope you didn’t mind”.

I sat there, still tasting his cum on my lips.” It’s ok Glen”. I said modestly. I know you didn’t mean it. I stood back up to my feet and went to hold him. He side stepped me and went to his bed and laid down. I felt hurt and used. I walked slowly to my bed and laid down.

I woke up early, I looked over at Glen and he was still fast arelax. I swung my legs out of the bed and went to the washroom. I looked in the mirror and notice some of Glen’s cum on my cheek. I smiled. I felt good today. I’m not sure why, but I finally felt comfortable with myself. I turned on the shower and washed myself good. I shaved my legs and trimmed my hair around my boyclit.I washed my hair and used a conditioner to get it really soft and feminine. I wrapped a towel around me as I went back in the room. Glen was still relaxing as I sat down to do my make-up and nails. I noticed my magazine sitting there and I thumbed through it. It had so many pictures of handsome men with big cocks in it. I nevered realized how many different shapes and sizes of cocks there were. As I leaned closer to put my mascara on, Glen stepped up behind me. He looked at me through the mirror,

“See anything you like Nancy?” I smiled at Glen, and turned to him, looking directly at his cock,”Yes I do Glen”.

“Give it a kiss Nancy then I have to go out, I want to get you a few things to wear, you can’t keep wearing those jeans all the time”.

“Can I come Glen?,,please??”, I leaned down and kissed his cock, it twitched a little. I looked at him with loving eyes...

“No Nancy, I want you to watch your film you bought last night and practice with your black dildo while I’m gone, try to learn how to take it deep in your mouth without obligation”.

“Please Glen? I want to go with you...”

He reached down and slid his hands inside my towel and played with my tits.My nipples went hard, I watched his eyes and gave a seductive look as he caressed and squeezed them. His cock started to rise. I was so happy that I was able to get Glen hard with just my tits.I reached up and held his cock in my hand and lightly let my palm slide along his shaft.

“You’re a horny little girl aren’t you Nancy, just can’t get enough cock can you”...

Before, him saying that would have made me hurt and upset, but now, somehow, it didn’t bother me. What was the big deal about cocks and putting them in your mouth? Its not like its poimister or anything, my mind was racing again, what am I saying??,,I started to think of who I was and still am, I am Andy, not Nancy,,,Glen’s cock grew in my hand as I realized I was still holding it. Glen looked down and seen the look on my face. He knew I was thinking...

“Nancy, I want you to put my cock in your mouth now!!”

I was hesitating, I shook my head no, my mouth was dry, I couldn’t say a word.

“NOW!! Nancy!!!”Glen yelled....I knew I had to do it; he would walk out on me and leave me here. He guided my head to his cock.My lips tremred as I slowly opened them. He eased his cock in my mouth and pushed. I looked up at him as I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, then he stopped. He just stared in my eyes and didn’t move. My nose flared as I try to breath. He held my head tight in his hands.

“Nancy, remember, you must do as I say, never question what I say for you to do. I know you love me and you love cocks. You told me so yourself. You asked me to teach you how to please men, Do you remember that Nancy?” I nodded yes to him.

“Then I think it would be best for you to just stay here and practice and watch that film you bought”. I nodded again. He pulled out of my mouth and a trail of saliva hung from the tip of his cock to my lips.” When I get back, I want you to get ready, we have to be at the set by noon, you have a big day”...

“Yes Glen, your right, I need the practice. Thank-you for reminding me”. Glen went over and got dressed and left without saying good-bye. I pushed the tape of the movie in and sat on the bed and watched as I held the dildo in my hand. I watched how the women in the show would suck cocks, the different ways they caressed and lick them. I would copy them with the dildo.I would lick along the shaft and take the head in my mouth and let my tongue roll along the head, just like they did. I opened my mouth and tried to take it deep in my mouth. My eyes would water and I would pull it out. I tried again, trying to control my gagging. By time the movie ended I could put the dildo in my mouth and have it touch the back of my throat without me even flinching. I sort of felt proud of myself.

I heard the car pull up. Glen came in with a nice looking pink bag.” I bought you some clothes Nancy, just a few things and by the way, I stopped in and saw the doctor. I told him you were feeling fine but that this morning you had a small relapse”. I knew he meant when I hesitated to putting his cock in my mouth

“He gave me some pills for you to take, he said to take them everyday and you would be fine. And you know what was funny Nancy??,, he asked if you were on birth control”...I just looked at him; I didn’t think it was funny...

He opened a bag and tosses me a container with days on them, here you go Nancy, you can’t get pregnant now, just follow the days...He was laughing so hard. I just turned red as I looked at them.

“Anyways,,here,” He held his hand out, two little pills were in his palm. I picked them up and swallowed them. “Now one of those Nancy”, he pointed to the pills I was holding. I twisted the dial and popped the pill out and swallowed it.

“That’s my girl, now look what I bought you”. I was actually a little excited as he opened the pink bag. He lifted out a nice cream colored summer dress. It looked so soft and pretty.

“Oh Glen, thank-you so much!!” I walked up and took it from his hands and held it against me.

“Put it on Nancy”

Glen knew that I truly loved it, I dropped the towel and stepped into it and brought it up to my waist. I held the straps in my hand and asked Glen if he would tie them for me. I held my hair up as he tied the halters around my neck.

“Very nice Nancy”. I turned around in it for him. It hung about 3 inches lower than my ass and hugged my tits.You could see the darkness around my nipples through the material I felt sexy in it. He handed me a new g-string that was made for it. I lifted my dress to my waist and tied it on. I smoothed my dress back down.

“I have another surprise for you Nancy”. Glen reached deep in the bag and pulled out a long, small jewelry box and opened it. Inside was a pair of earrings that had a small cluster of diamonds and a matching necklace. I took the box from him, he reached in and brought another one out and opened it. A beautiful ankle bracelet with his name engraved on it.

“Oh Glen, these are beautiful, I love them so much,” I rushed over to the mirror and put my earrings on. Glen came over and wanted to put my necklace on. I gathered my hair and pulled it the side as he placed it around my neck. The diamond hung gently in my cleavage.

I bent over and fastened the anklet on,,,Glen slapped my ass playfully, I jumped a little.

“Come on Nancy, we have to get going”.

“Wait Glen, I still have to finish my make-up and hair”.

“You look fine Nancy, now come on, we will be late.”

I felt better now; the pills must have kicked in. I’m glad Glen was so thoughtful to stop and talk with the doctor. And it was funny with the birth control pills and what could it hurt taking them. I put my heels on and walked out to the car.

Glen held the door open for me as I sat first then tucked my legs in. He shut the door and came around to his side and hopped in. I slid over and sat next to him as he drove to the studio. He put his arm around my shoulder. I reached up and held onto his fingers.

We pulled into the studio and Glen hopped out and opened my door for me. I smiled at him and said thank-you as he held his hand out for me to take. We walked up to the door. I felt so sexy in my new dress. Bob was behind his desk,

“Hi Glen, Hi Nancy, how you feeling today?”

Glen answered for us,” Were great Bob and already to go”

Bob called Pam in to take me to the dressing room.

“You look very pretty today Nancy” Pam said as I followed her.

“Thank-you Pam”. She sat me down and started on my make-up and hair.

“The guys are just going to love you in this today Nancy”. She held up a short black mini dress and a white camisole. She held out white nylons that went tight to my ass cheeks. I put them on and she adjusted everything just so. I put on knee high black boots with 5 inch heels and walked out to the set. Everyone was standing around the lights and cameras. I stood in the middle of the room and waited for instructions.

“Ok Nancy, the guys will be out in a second”. I tried to see if I could see Glen but I couldn’t because of the lights. The two black guys came walking in and stood beside me completely nude. Bob spoke to us from behind the lights.

“Nancy, I want you to relax and let the guys just position you. They have done this before. I want you to make sure you open your legs a lot so we can get plenty of pictures of your sissy cock”.I blushed as I look up at each of the guys.
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They smiled.” My name is Tyron and this is my brother, Taylor”, the bigger of the two said. I said hi as music started to play in the back ground as the guys started to stroke their cocks to get them hard. I was told to go to my knees. They kept stroking as I knelt between them. I looked at their cocks. They were so black and big, and their balls heavy and full. I started to hear the camera clicking so I reached up and held both of their cocks in my hand. They were so heavy. I pulled both of their cocks close to my mouth,,click,,click,,click.I stuck my tongue out so that it just barely touched the head of the cock,,click,,click,,click,.I made sure all the time that my legs were spread, my little clitty hanging down. We did quite a few more shots with me kneeling down. Tyron told be to get down on my hands and knees. I got in position and Taylor stood in front of me. Tyron lifted my skirt to my waist. The camera was clicking like a machine as Tyron opened my cheeks and just stuck his cock between them. I could feel his cock at my ass.Taylor put his cock to my lips. We all posed for the camera. I looked submissively at the camera, knowing it looked like I was getting fucked in the ass by this big black man.

We did a few more takes of me in that position. I could feel the guy’s cocks getting harder and hotter as we changed positions. At one point I was straddling Taylor with his cock in my cheeks as I held Tyron’s cock in my open mouth. There was never really any penetration with me. The final pictures had me kneeling again with the guy’s cumming on my face. It wasn’t real cum, and they completely covered my face and put a few dabs on their cocks. I didn’t know what it was but it didn’t taste bad since I was told to hold a mouth full.

“That’s it guys!!,, that’s a wrap. You guys were great and Nancy, you’re a natural”.

Pam came walking out to the set and wiped the goo off of my face.

“Come on Nancy, I’ll clean you up”. We held hands as we walked to the dressing room. I felt so proud of myself. I pulled it off; I knew Glen would be happy with me. But were was he? I hadn’t seen him all afternoon.

Pam undressed me and put away the costume as I rinsed my self off in the shower. I dry myself off and dressed back in my clothes. Pam redid my make-up and hair. Glen walked in as I was getting up.

“I hear you did a great job Nancy. Bobs really happy with you”. He invited us to a party tonight at his place. Things are really looking up Nancy”.

I walked towards him, making sure I moved my hips enough to jiggle my tits.I needed Glen to notice me. He put his hand out and I took it as he led me out to the parking lot. We both got into the car with Glen again holding the door open for me. I snuggled up against him. I rubbed my hand on his thigh as he drove. I noticed we weren’t going back to the motel.

“Where are we going Glen?”

“I have a surprise for you Nancy”. Glen rubbed my shoulder as he pulled up to a small two bedroom house.” Well how do you like it?

“Like what Glen? what am I suppose to like?”

“The house silly, I know it’s not much, a little small, but it’s all you can afford right now. We couldn’t stay in the motel for ever could we?”

“But Glen, what about the money I just earned. Wasn’t that enough to get us home? I mean, I thought we were going to go home so I could see my doctor”. He tilted my face with his finger towards his face.

“Put my cock in your mouth Nancy” Glen eyes speared in me. I knew he meant what he said; I knew I couldn’t say no. I unzipped him and pulled his cock out in the car. I lean down in his lap and sucked his cock deep in my mouth and held it there. “Now Nancy, what did I tell you about questioning me. YOU know I’m doing the best I can with the situation YOU got yourself in”. His hand was on the top of my head pushing it down as he spoke.” I got this house for you Nancy, remember, YOU signed the contract to pose for Bob for a year. YOU should have let me read it first.

I didn’t know it was for a year. I thought it was a one time thing.

“So Nancy”, he pushed harder on my head, his cock almost hurt the back of my throat.” Do you now realize that everything I have to do is for you??.Answer me!”. I muffled yes with his cock in my mouth. He pulled my head up. My face was red as I took deep breaths...

“Now let’s go look at your new house”. I nodded yes. He came around to my side of the car and opened it. He held his hand out and I took it as he helped me out. We walked to the front door of the house, it did look cute. I looked around the yard, imagining flowers planted here and there to pretty things up. As Glen reached to open the door with his hand, I covered his and looked at him.

“Glen, I just want to say sorry. I know your helping me and I don’t know what I would do without you, He just smiled and turned the key. He let me step in first. It was so cozy, I loved it. I went to the kitchen and looked around. It was a nice size for when I start to cook. I ran up the stairs and looked all around. Glen was coming up to the last step when I turned to him and hug him really hard, my leg lifted and bent as I tilted my head toward his and smiled. “I just love it Glen!!..thank-you so much!!!He gave me a quick peck on my cheek

“I knew you would love it Nancy, now let’s get ready for the party”. I turned Glen’s wrist so I could read his watch.

“Glen, can I go out and buy myself a nice outfit for the party?...pretty please??”...I batted my eyes at him and pouted a bit as I tilted my head a little. He looked at me then his watch,

“I guess you have a few hours. Go ahead”. He reached in his wallet and handed me a credit card.” Don’t over spend sweetheart, you already owe me a small fortune.” I took the card and wondered how I could still owe him money after the photo shoot. But I guess I did. With the house and all. I took the keys and went out to the car. It felt strange to get in the drivers seat. I haven’t driven my car in weeks. I had trouble seeing over the dashboard since Glen had moved everything to his liking. Glen seen I was having trouble and came out and helped me move the seat up. He even backed me up out of the driveway.

I made it to the mall and parked the car. I walked into the mall and began looking into the stores. I saw a display of beautiful cocktail dresses and accessories. I walked into the store and was moving my way through the isles. A cute young lady came up to me and asked if I needed any help. I smiled,” Yes you could, I’m going out tonight and I need something special”. She looked at me up and down,

“You look to be a size 6, what’s your bust size?” I never heard that before I thought, I almost giggled

“I’m not sure; could you measure me so that I have a nice fit?”

“Why of course”. She pulled a tape from around her neck and measured my whole body.

She asked me what can of outfit I was looking for. I wanted something nice, I had this urge to look sexy, I wanted to be noticed tonight. We looked for a while, she kept holding nice dresses and skirts and tops against me. My eye caught a beautiful black satin cocktail dress. It had a tiny top, held up by very thin straps she brought it down and held it against me.” I just have to try this on”.
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She led me to the dressing room. I was so excited as I slipped the dress on. I walked out to the 3 way mirrors. I loved the way it looked on me. It just covered my ass by a few inches. My tits spilled out of the sides of the top. I knew Glen would love this. I changed back in my dress. and handed the girl the dress.

“I’ll take it.” I went to the front of the store and paid the girl. She rang up the dress. $450 dollars. I gave her my credit card. I knew it was a lot of money but I loved it so much! I just didn’t care. I walked back out in the mall. I bounced as I walked, my tits jiggled and my hips swayed. I felt confident and happy. I smiled as a group of young guys jeered and made comments as I walked by them.

I made it out to the car and drove back to my house. Glen was just finishing his shower as I came into the bedroom.

“I’m home Glen”. I shouted. I laid my bag on the bed and kicked off my heels. Glen came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. God he was so handsome. The way his hair was wet and hanging down and the wetness over his body. His cock bulging against the towel

“Did you get what you wanted?” He was scrubbing his head with a towel as he asked me.

“Yes Glen.”...He noticed the way I was looking at him. I smiled at him and he smiled back knowing what affect he had on me.” I have to get ready now Glen, leave me for a while. I want to look good for you.

“Ok Nancy, you do that. I’ll watch TV.”

He left and I shut the door. I hopped in the shower and used a fragrant body wash. I put conditioner in my hair till it was soft and shiny. I wrapped a towel around me and sat at the vanity and did my make-up. I spent my time. I wanted it just perfect. I curled my eyelashes and used just the right amount of eye shadow and mascara to make my eyes soft and big. I used lip liner to make my lips full and colored them in a gloss red. I painted my nails the same color. I brushed out my hair and pulled it back in a tight ponytail and wrapped it with a black satin scrunchy I took my towel off and rubbed a scented cream all over my body. I was so smooth and soft. I bought a black sheer panty. It was so flimsy and small as I pulled it up. The back of the panty slid right between my cheeks and it snug my little boyclit out of the way. I put on my stockings. I lifted up the dress and stepped into it. I pulled it up and and slipped the straps over my shoulders. I lifted my tits and adjusted them just right in the cups. My nipples where sticking out. I glided my hand over them and shivered. I straighten out my dress, pulling here and there. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder and loved how my ass looked in the dress. I put my heels on. It made my ass push out. I liked that. I smiled at myself in the mirror. I knew I looked hot. I sprayed perfume over my body. I put a little glitter between my tits.I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs where Glen was watching TV.

“Hi Glen”. I stood behind him as he swung the big chair around and looked at me. He was sitting there still naked. His cock was hard and sticking up. There was a little precum at the head of his cock.He was watching my video that I bought and stroking his big cock.

“Very nice Nancy, you’re very cute”. Glen’s cock twitched as he looked at me. I turned around slowly. I knew Glen would love it.

“You better get ready Glen; I’m so excited about the party.”

“I’m excited too Nancy and it’s not because of the party”, he smiled as his hand moved up and down his cock.”I think you should help me take care of this before we go”. He looked at me and I at him.

“Glen I can’t, I’m all ready and I don’t want to get all muss up. I knew he wasn’t going to like it as I said it.

“Put my cock in your mouth Nancy”. Glen commanded.

“Yes Glen”, I knelt down between his legs and put his cock deep in my mouth and stayed still.

“Nancy, what have I told you about saying no to me?” He pushed my head down as he said every word.” Now I’m getting a little sick of that. If you want me to stay, you’re going to have to be a little more obedient. Do you understand Nancy??”

I muffled a yes through my lips.

“Now are you going to help me with this or not?”

I muffled again,” Yes Glen”

He pulled my head up off his cock,”I want you to give me handjob.I don’t want to mess that pretty little face of yours”. He laughed a little and smiled. He got up from the chair and laid down on the couch. I knelt down and placed my fingers around his cock.I slid my hand up and wiped some precum in my hand and slicked up his shaft. He laid back with his arms behind his head watching me. I slid my other hand under his ass and brought them it up under his balls and rubbed them softly as my hand traveled up and down his big cock.

I was memorized at the way the head expanded when my fingers reached the top. His cock felt so warm in my hand. I felt it pulse against my fingers. I kneaded his balls in my hand. I stroked him faster. He started to moan loudly, his hips began to jerk. His cum erupted high in the air and landed on his stomach. I kept stroking him as he kept cumming, my hand was covered in his cum.I was smiling at him, I was so happy to do this for him. He really needed it. He put his arms to his side and looked at me.

“Look what you did Nancy, now your going to have to clean that up”. I had no choice. I sat up on my knees and licked the cum off of his taunt stomach, making sure I got it all. I licked his cock clean then my fingers.

“You really love that stuff don’t you Nancy”. Glen smirked saying it

“Yes Glen, I really love your cum”, I blushed deeply. With that he got up and went in the bedroom to get dressed. I sat down and waited for him. After about a half hour he came out adjusting his tie.

“Come help me with this thing Nancy?” I got up and walked to him. He was so handsome in his suit. I stood in front of him and reached up taking hold of his tie. He placed his hands on my hips as I straighten it and flatten his collar down nicely .He smelt so good. I could have stood there for hours. He patted my ass and said the limo should be here soon.

“A Limo? What Limo??

“Bob is sending us one”.

“Really?”...I was so excited now, I put my arms around Glen and hugged him tightly and giggled.

About fifteen minutes later the limo pulled up and Glen took my hand and we walked to the back of the car. I felt like a princess as the chauffer opened the door. I slid in first then Glen. There was a bottle of champagne and two glasses and some beautiful flowers. Glen poured me a glass and we toasted and smiled. We were living the high life. I crossed my legs and leaned against Glen, he put his arm around me. We seemed to drive out to the suburbs.

The houses were huge. Expensive cars were in every driveway. We pulled between two high gates and drove a bit before we stopped in front of a huge mansion. A well dressed man with white gloves opened our door; he held his hand out and helped me out of the car. Glen came out and I held onto his arm as we walked to the door. A butler open the door for us and we stepped in. The place was huge inside. I figure at least two hundred men and women were inside partying. Bob came to greet us. He had two woman scantly dressed on each side of him.

“Hi Nancy”, he took my hand and kissed it.” You look gorgeous tonight. I just want to say again that you were wonderful at the set today. You keep that up and you’re going to be my number one girl. Now go have some fun tonight. You deserve it”. I was proud that he said that.

“I will Bob, and thank-you so much for inviting us to your party”. He leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek...

“Have fun sweetheart”, I smiled and Glen and I walked to the other side of the room where the bar was set up. I sat up on a stool and crossed my ankles. Glen stood beside me and we looked around the room. There was music playing and people were dancing in the middle of the room. The place was so packed with models. We had a few takes and chatting with people all around us. Everyone was so nice and friendly.

I seen her from across the room, she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She wore a red sequin halter dress with matching nylons. People were greeting her as she made her way to where we were. She stood next to me as she ordered a take .I could feel her eyes on me.

“So, your Bob’s new girl”, I looked at her and smiled. Her face was so pretty. Her eyes were sparkling green. High cheek bones and soft pouty lips. She had long black hair with a hair band holding her hair back sleek.

“I guess I am,Hi I’m Nancy”.

“My name is Mia.I seen some of your proofs today, very nice, very sexy”.

“Thank-you so much, I’m glad you liked them”. I couldn’t help but look into her eyes. Glen sort of budded in,

”Nancy, where are you manners?” Hi Mia,I’m Glen, I take care of Nancy, Don’t I Nancy?”.

“Yes Glen”, I said sheepishly.” You take care of me”. I hated saying that to her.

“You want to dance Mia?”Glen held his hand out for Mia as she took it and smiled at me.

“I hope you don’t mind I steal your boyfriend for a while”.

I couldn’t believe that Glen asked her to dance and not me. I felt a tinge of jealously as I powerd myself to smile.
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