Story:
Dating Serviced, part 5
Author:
Abe Froman
The
following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature, so
if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual
language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities,
do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any
person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for
any damage resulting from reading this work. It is written with thanks to Ms. Fraser
for her input and enthusiasm.
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You do not make money from the story
Jackie
approached Sharon's door nervously.
She was still blushing from the looks and comments she'd received each
step of the way between her car and this point. Her tiny top could barely contain her
breasts and the excitement and cool air on them kept her nipples stiff and very
visible. The short pleated skirt
barely covered her ass and it only got worse with the way it swayed with each
step.
Standing
outside the door, the heavy dufflebag in her hand, she took a deep breath and
knocked. Her jaw dropped as Sharon
opened the door. Jackie recognized
her friend's face, but her body was changed dramatically. Sharon towered over her now, and every
inch of her was fit and firm.
Swelling out proudly were a pair of breasts even larger than
Jackie's. Jackie's inspection of
her was made even easier by the fact that Sharon was naked from head to
toe.
"Come
in, Jackie," Sharon commanded with a smile.
Jackie
bustled herself in and closed the door behind her. She had been confused the whole way
over, not knowing what to think of the tone of Sharon's email or how she was
going to explain what had happened to her own body. Now she was in shock, trying to put all
the pieced together in her mind.
Sharon
interrupted her thoughts. "We
obviously have a lot to talk about, but a few things first. I don't think a submissive little slut
like yourself should be dressed while a powerful Mistress like myself is not, do
you?"
"No
ma'am," Jackie responded meekly.
"Strip
then, pet, and give me your clothes."
It
didn't take Jackie long to wiggle out of the two small items, and the heat of
her blushing face was matched by a burning lust building between her thighs,
feeling the joy of obedience and the display of her body. Sharon took them items as she watched,
then proceeded to stretch them over her own form. The top was stretched even more over
Sharon's breasts, showing her firm titflesh not only at the deeply cut neckline
but swelling below the cropped bottom as well. The skirt hung from her curvy hips more
like decoration than clothing.
"Good
little girl," Sharon purred, "now put the contents of that bag on the
floor."
The
warmth of those words hit Jackie as she moved quickly to obey. Carefully she took each item out and
laid them out for inspection. Once
the bag was empty she set it aside.
"Very
good, Jackie, now you may kneel before me."
Again,
the only response Jackie could manage was instant obedience. Giving in to her new submissive desires
felt even more embarrassing in front of someone she knew but there was something
new about Sharon, aside from her statuesque height and remarkable body. Something at her core that came out with
every word - it was pure power, pure control. The lusty sense of pleasure in the air
seemed to flow back and forth between them with even the smallest interaction.
The
first items Sharon chose from Jackie's pile of toys were a couple pairs of
fur-lined handcuffs. She deftly
fixed them onto Jackie's body, trapping her right wrist to her right ankle, then
her left wrist to her left ankle.
Jackie was trapped in an open kneeing position, her arms drawn back
forcing her breasts outwards.
Sharon moved behind Jackie and pushed her at her back, until she nearly
fell forwards, her cheek to the carpet and her ass and pussy exposed.
She
gasped as she felt Sharon's fingers coat the cleft between her cheeks with ice
cold lube. She massaged it in and
used two fingers to guide it into her tight opening. Even though she half expected it Jackie
still cried out when she felt the anal plug pushed into her. Sharon was efficient with it and in
moments Jackie's bottom was full and aching, her own body gripping the form of
the plug.
Jackie
really only became aware of how wet she was when she felt just how easily her
cunt took the toy that Sharon filled her with. She moaned out loud. Her body was quivering with lust and
need. She felt Sharon's firm hand
on her once more as she pulled her back into her previous kneeling
position. Once again she was able
to look up at Sharon's unbelievable body.
Looking up at her from the floor, the skirt covered even less.
Sharon
addressed the trapped, filled, kneeling and writhing Jackie, "So, my friend, it
seems that our wonderful choice of dating services certainly has an interesting
feature that wasn't mentioned in the advertising. I must say, aside from the difficultly
of dealing with the people at work on Monday, I couldn't be happier. Tell me, how do you feel about the new
you?"
"Well..."
Jackie was finding it hard to think or form sentences with her level of lust so
high; her hips were grinding. "I love this new body, I love my breasts and shape
and every inch of me feels so good to the touch. But I can't seem to help doing the most
humiliating and shameful things."
Even now she could feel her juices dripping out of her and she didn't
dare think too much of her activities of the previous 24
hours.
"Yes,
I can imaging what trouble you might have gotten yourself into, looking at your
profile. It's fun to see every
dirty detail of all your new needs out there for everyone to see." Sharon was smiling widely. "For example,
given that you clearly love toys, you must be really enjoying having two in you
at once."
"Yesss,
I ammm."
"Other
than the obvious," Sharon continued while cupping her breasts, "I've made some
other changes as well. Just like
you, I'm assuming, I made them quite by accident but the outcome has been
incredibly pleasing. One of those
changes is responsible for giving me the kind of pleasure better than my best
sex just by seeing your incredibly body like that before me, submissive and
helpless, squirming with lust. God,
I can smell your juices from here."
Sharon
leaned forwards over Jackie's body and her pleasure was obvious as she let her
hands roam over Jackie's trapped, writhing form. She kneaded and squeezed Jackie's
breasts, pinched and tugged on her nipples then let her hands roam
downwards. Her fingernails traced
around the base of the vibe she'd filled Jackie's pussy up with. Soon her fingers were slick with
Jackie's juices. With a smile used
her wet fingertips to coat Jackie's nipples and her parted lips with the
fragrant nectar before licking them clean. Her hands did return to the vibe once
more, turning it on to its lowest setting.
Both
women were finding it very difficult to think clearly. In the base of each of their minds was
the awareness of their friendship, their common experiences at work, the care
and respect they had for each other.
At this moment though these thoughts were being overtaken with a mutual
lust. Though Sharon was very much
in control of Jackie's quivering body, they both were the victims of their own
personality changes.
"God,
you're one hot little slut like that on your knees," Sharon said, "we've got a
lot to talk about, but that's going to have to wait because your tongue is
needed somewhere else."
Sharon
moved forward quickly, spreading her legs to step outside of Jackie's spread
thighs, and with a hand at the back of Jackie's head guided her mouth roughly
against her own dripping cunt.
Jackie
had never been with a woman in this way before-she'd never even been attracted
to women sexually. But ever since
her changes her eyes and mind had been finding all kinds of new desires. Every time the tiny skirt had flitted up
Jackie's eyes had been drawn to the cleft between Sharon's legs, catching sight
of her smooth lips glistening and plump.
Now, with her mouth press firmly and fully against that sweet sex, her
body was responding with a newly discovered instinct. Her tongue lapped up and down, tasting
and teasing the full length of her slit.
She was kissing, moaning and tasting Sharon's nectar, feeling it coat her
lips and face.
Sharon
reacted with eager moans and by grinding her pussy against the trapped girls
face. The fingers of her free hand were pressed deep into the full flesh of her
newly enlarged breasts. Even with
their heightened sensitivity, it was still no match for the heavenly feeling of
Jackie's tongue dancing inside her.
She could feel her juices flowing and coating the slut's face.
On
the floor, Jackie was panting and writhing. All she was aware of was the sweet soft
pussy her mouth was servicing and the twin toys tormenting her. As her body gripped them she relished
the agonizing fullness, feeling the vibe softly hum inside her and the plug
provide such a new sensation of submission. Her tongue was stiffly probing Sharon's
slick silky walls, curling upwards to stroke her stiff clit. She was straining
against her bonds as she worked but she was trapped too well to make any
headway. Her helplessness was only
driving her lust higher and higher.
With
a scream, Sharon came hard and wet.
Her cum splashed into Jackie's mouth and over her lips and chin. It was too much for Jackie and her own
orgasm shook her body. The two of
them came together, Jackie screaming and moaning against Sharon's sex and Sharon
holding her tight against her. As
Sharon's legs weakened she slid down to kneel next to Jackie and she shared a
deep loving kiss with her, tasting her own pleasure on her friend's lips and
tongue.
After
their recovery from pleasure, Sharon freed Jackie of her bonds and toys. They showered quickly and Jackie
stretched the skirt and tank top while Sharon tried to fit her bathrobe around
her new curves.
Suddenly,
Jackie's shoulders began to shake and she was sobbing. Sharon gathered her up in her
arms.
"What's
wrong, hun?"
"It's
just all this. Look at me. I'm
dressed like a slut. I look like some kind of porn star. All I want to do if
fuck, be fucked, be used with toys, or show off myself to strangers. I've done the most horrifying things
this weekend and it's driving me nuts because as much as I know how shameless
I'm being I can't stop. I don't
want to stop. I don't know how this
all happened to me, but I feel like I won't be happy until I'm just some kind of
sex slave or fucktoy. And somehow
I've still got to try to get through a day of work tomorrow." She couldn't
continue.
Sharon
tried to comfort her, "Don't cry, honey, it's going to be okay. I know that neither of us planned for
this to happen. I certainly didn't
think I'd be in the body of some teenager's wet dream, but I don't know about
you, but I'm feeling more alive than I ever have. Seeing you on your knees at my mercy,
and feeling your hot tongue inside me was probably the best feeling of my
life. And I may be off base, but I
imagine your latest sexual adventures, while shocking, are the best you've ever
had."
Jackie
could only nod.
"Then
we'll take this as it comes, pet."
With a wicked smile, she added, "Besides, my sweet girl, you'll have me
nearby to make sure you're being a good girl."
Jackie
purred with those words, and the reaction spurred Sharon to continue, "that's
right pet, Mistress Sharon is going to take care of you, make sure you're a good
girl, a proper obedient girl, doing whatever I tell you, and maybe even whoever
I tell you."
"Oh
godd, Sharon, you wouldn't"
Sharon
laughed, "Oh, I think I might, just because I know that deep down my little slut
would want me to. Now, about work,
you've made me think. There's no
point in worrying about our new bodies, since we can't do anything about them,
but we are certainly going to have to shop. That should make you
happy."
Jackie's
tears turned into warm laugher as she embraced Sharon. "Yes, I'd like that a
lot."
"Good,"
Sharon said, "you'll have to be dressed as you are to start, and I'm going to
see if I can dig up some sweats my last deadbeat boyfriend left around
here. Then we're
off."
Jackie
looked down at herself, blushing, but already starting to bask in the
anticipation of the looks she'd be getting.
By
Monday morning, it all seemed a blur of lust. Her public humiliations, her
private service and the display of her body while shopping would have seemed
like a dream if the increased weight of her new breasts wasn't still a constant
reminder.
She
laced herself into the outfit she laid out for work. It certainly wasn't going to hide any of
the changes - the corset inspired top offered up her cleavage like a museum
display. The high-heeled boots,
sheer stockings and clingy skirt would be getting their own looks as well. Part of her was nervous, knowing there
would be so many shocked faces and questions to answer, or to avoid. Most of all, she felt her inner heat
driving her. She wanted to feel
those stares, to take in the lust that would radiate around her, and she
couldn't wait for the unknown paces that Mistress Sharon would put her
through. She could feel a new life
beginning in earnest as she stepped out her door.
TO BE CONTINUED