© Abe Froman
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Jacquelyn
was finding out for herself that money wasn’t guaranteeing her much happiness.
Nearly a year ago she’d taken a risk, along with a substantial increase in
salary, and moved to San Diego for a job. Things at work were going great; she
loved her work, and she managed to handle the added responsibility without a
lot of stress, or even late hours. As well, her salary was generous enough that
she’d bought herself a beautiful penthouse condominium with money left over for
beautiful furnishings. When it came to her personal life though, it was still
dreadful. She had been sure that she’d meet all kinds of interesting people in
the big city, but it was all a bust so far.
She finally
joined up with an online dating service as a last resort. She had done in-depth
research and found a service that wasn’t as large as some of the other big
names, but it was based locally, and the customer response was overwhelmingly
positive – positive enough to make up for a terrible name: MPC Dating. They
featured a guarantee that all of their online profiles were accurate and that
they took the greatest efforts to avoid anyone misrepresenting themselves.
Jackie wasn’t sure how exactly they’d monitor something like that, but it did
seem to be a valid selling point – who would want to get all ready for a blind
date with someone handsome, fit and tall only to be met by some balding loser
who figured he’d talk his way out of his appearance.
Unfortunately,
that didn’t seem to be working either. She’d put up her profile, going through
many drafts to give her description just the right tone – not too serious, not
too jokey, but intriguing. She was also conscientious in describing her body –
she even found a measuring tape to track down her measurements. It all went up
on the service’s website and she waited. And waited. And waited. For months it
had been up, and there was nary a hint of interest.
She
couldn’t figure it out – she knew she wasn’t a supermodel but she was an
attractive woman with a pretty face. She had medium length brown hair and hazel
eyes that always seemed to draw complements. She wore glasses, but she always
made sure that her frames were stylish and a good match for the structure of
her face. It was her body she felt the most insecure about. She wasn’t the
curviest, especially compared to some of the women she saw in the streets of
the city, walking around in barely-there outfits, and she guessed that her
B-cup breasts weren’t turning too many heads.
It had
really gotten to her over time. At first, right after she posted her online
profile, she had been checking her mailbox nearly every hour, but after too
many times without a response it went to every day, and now she only stopped by
the site every couple of days. It was getting to the point of being ridiculous.
She wasn’t sure her ego could take much more of this kind of abuse. Not to
mention that it was way too long since her sexual release had come from
something without batteries. After making a quick check one Friday afternoon to
confirm that, once again, her mailbox at the site was still empty she came up
with an idea for last-chance strategy before abandoning the entire
enterprise: she was going to check out
the competition.
After a
quick dinner at home that night, she refilled her wine glass, opened up her
laptop and powered it up. As she sat in her living room, curled up with the
computer in her lap with Supreme Beings of Leisure trip-hopping on her stereo,
she thanked herself for splurging on the wireless internet hook up for her
condo. With everything warmed up, she set to work. She brought up a search
window to have a look at the profiles of some of the other women on the site.
She
indicated that she was looking for someone around her own age – late 20’s to
early 30’s – to start with her most direct competition but she left most of the
other search options open. After paging through maybe ten or fifteen of the
search results, she was shaking her head in disbelief. According the
“guaranteed accurate” profiles, it appeared that nearly all of the women in her
age group were not only blond, large-breasted (she saw no one with less that a
C cup), with interests varying from sexually adventurous to just plain kinky.
Just reading some of the things being proposed in these profiles was making her
blush.
Well, that
certainly seemed to be that. No wonder the men on this site didn’t have time
for her – they were all chasing after these lipstick lesbians or bi-curious
barbie dolls so they could watch them bounce around while acted out perverted
fantasies. Compared to them, it seemed that a sincere and intelligent woman
didn’t stand a chance. And how about this supposed guarantee of accurate
profiles? She was sure as hell going to get her money back on Monday morning.
She’d walked around the streets and beaches and sure, the women may dress a bit
better on average than they did back in her home town, but they weren’t the
living Russ Meyer movie that was presented in this dating service.
She clicked
back to her mailbox in order to sign out. Then she decided she might as well
have a little fun. There was an area of the site that she’d never bothered with
as it was geared to what they called “Intimate Encounters” or what Jackie
called one-night stands. Since it was going to be her last time visiting the
site, she thought she’d give it a look over. But first, she was going to change
some things on her profile – if she wanted to get some attention with this
crowd, she was going to have to pump some things up, so to speak.
She started
with the simple things: making her hair longer, thicker and wavier sounded
good, and changing her measurements to 36-24-36, with firm D cups for good
measure. She discovered that the profile listings for Intimate Encounters were
more detailed than the other areas of the site – much more intimate and
personal. She poured herself her third glass of wine – damn that is a nice
Merlot – and got down to business, thinking of the men that might read this
information and choosing the answers for each prompt she thought were the most
kinky or the closest to what she thought the male fantasy would be.
GLASSES/CONTACTS?
None
HEIGHT? 5
foot 8 inches
WEIGHT? 115
lbs
BODY HAIR?
Waxed
TAN? All
over, no tan lines
PIERCINGS?
Ears, navel
TATTOOS?
Butterfly above vagina (okay, so that one was actually true – hmmm, thinking,
back the Merlot was excellent that night too)
BODY
SENSITIVITY – BREASTS (1-10)? 9
BODY SENSITIVITY
– NIPPLES (1-10)? 9
BODY
SENSITIVITY – LABIA (1-10)? 9
BODY
SENSITIVITY – CLITORIS (1-10)? 10
DESIRE FOR
ORAL SEX (1-10)? 10
DESIRE FOR
VAGINAL SEX (1-10)? 10
DESIRE FOR
ANAL SEX (1-10)? 8
ATTRACTION
TO MEN IN GENERAL (1-10)? 10
ATTRACTION
TO WOMEN IN GENERAL (1-10)? 9 – one thing she knew was that men just loved
lesbians these days
DOMINANCE
TOWARDS OTHERS (1-10)? 1
SUBMISSIVENESS
TOWARDS OTHERS (1-10)? 10
OPENNESS
TOWARDS SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION (1-10)? 9
OTHER
COMMENTS?
Hmm, she
paused at that one. What was she specifically going for here? She looked over
her previous responses to stay consistent. Okay – sex-crazed, bi-sexual, open
to just about anything and willing to do what she’s told. She nearly laughed
out loud at the image that was coming to mind. She typed her comments, “I’m a
good girl undone by her needs, needs that I can’t help but feel when I see
people staring at my body, or when I’m playing with my toys, or when I’m being
a good little slave for my Master.” Jackie smiled wide, mentally patting
herself on the back. She was proud of that one. God, the horny bastards were
going to be drooling at her feet.
With her
new profile all finished and saved, she logged into Intimate Encounters. She
was in the mood to try out her new persona as soon as possible so she was very
happy to find that this section of the site also had a live chat section – no
waiting for email from those who noticed her new and improved profile. She
jumped into one of the chat rooms, typed in a quick hello to attract some
attention and sat back to watch and wait while she took another long sip of
wine. There were some general conversations about things to do in the city,
favorite movies, etc., but there were also a couple of men that were getting
right to the point – asking questions about openness to one-night stands,
mutual pleasure and other topics more directly related to sex.
There was a
beep from her computer with a notice of a request for a personal chat for her.
She checked and it was one of the direct ones, so she figured she’d go along
with it for now and have some fun. She got a bit of personal satisfaction in
that after all this time of rejection she was going to let some guy who didn’t
have the time for her before get all worked up over this fake online bimbo and
then dump him as soon as the conversation bored her.
“Hello,
j-girl, are you being a good girl tonight?” came the question from the man with
the pretentious nickname SirMaxx.
“Yes Sir,”
she replied – if he wanted to be called Sir, she’d play along for now.
“That’s
very good to hear, dear. Now tell me: are you one of those good girls who is
even better when she’s bad?”
“Oh yes,
Sir, when I’m bad, I’m the best, but that makes a good girl like me blush,”
Jackie was giggling along as she typed; she could play these guys like a piano.
“No need to
blush my dear. You can’t be blamed for what you do, no matter how naughty, if
you’re only following orders,” he replied.
“What kind
of orders, Sir?”
“Oh that
depends on the girl and what she needs, and what the one giving the orders
needs.”
“What kinds
of things might this man need?”
“Oh, it
could be many things, j-girl; maybe he needs a lovely girl on her knees before
him eager to make him very happy.”
Wow, Jackie
thought, that didn’t take long. She’d been chatting with this guy for a grand
total of five minutes and he’s fishing for a blowjob. She started to feel that
maybe she hadn’t been missing anything after all being deprived of the
attention of these guys. Without so much as a goodbye to SirMaxx, she left the
chat room and started to sign out of the service’s website. The wine was making
her tired and it had been a long week so she decided to just call it a night.
Logging out, a window popped up asking her if she wanted to save the changes to
her profile. What the heck, she thought; maybe I’ll feel like messing with
someone else later. She clicked YES and logged out. She shut down the computer
and head off to bed.
Deep inside
a nondescript building near the busy downtown airport, the hum of a high-powered
air conditioning system added to the white noise provided by the fans of an
array of rack-mounted servers. At 01:13:36.65 a signal from the MPC Dating PSS
(Profile Storage Server) silently alerted the PES (Profile Enforcement Server)
that there was a description/reality discrepancy incident. With the subject
identified, the computer signaled its long-range sensors to re-confirm the
details relating to the incident. After the check was completed, the
enforcement subroutine was initialized with the timing of enforcement
coordinated with the local time of sunrise. Its job done, the PES returned
itself to sleep mode at 01:15:03.29.
As she
slept, Jackie felt changes beginning in her body at the limits of her
subconscious. The closest her awareness came to conscious thought was as a
series of dreams with a lot more erotic charge than usual. If the changes could
be said to have been the cause of her waking, it was only because the tank top
she had worn to bed was now uncomfortably small.
As she
awoke, Jackie let a wide mouthed yawn and arched in full-body stretch. She
grimaced a bit as the fabric of her top seemed to pull at her – she didn’t
remember it shrinking in the last laundry load, but it wouldn’t be the first
thing she’d accidentally put in the dryer. At the tight cotton dragged over her
nipples, they stiffened quickly, sending a shock of sensation that seemed to
travel through her breasts, down her spine and between her legs. She smiled and
acknowledged the sensation with a happy little hum. She stumbled to her
en-suite bathroom, feeling a bit off balance. The real shock came when she
finally opened her eyes fully, and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
She grabbed
at the doorframe, steadying herself. Her hair had gone from what she had called
a mousy brown to a beautiful rich auburn color, and from a straight mid-length
cut to waves of soft curves that cascading down over her shoulders and down her
back. For the understatement of the morning, something had happened to her
breasts – they were at least two cup sizes larger. Her tank top was stretched
to the point of tearing over the huge mounds but her nipples still managed to
poke the cotton a little further outward. She pulled the top off, and felt them
bounce free. She couldn’t believe it. They were huge – they looked real and
felt real (another shock of pleasure went through her as she cupped her hands
under them and gave a squeeze) but there was no way they could be. But as she
looked at the rest of herself, her whole shape seemed to have changed. She had
curves, oh-my-god-va-va-voom curves. Her waist was small, her belly tight, and
her hips swelled out – like a classic hourglass. Turning in front of the
mirror, she managed to look at her tight heart-shaped ass. There was a panic
building inside her but on the surface there was something so thrilling about
this – she was HOT!
Since she
didn’t have tan lines it took her a bit longer to recognize the golden color of
her skin. The gleaming ring that she found worn in her navel stood out a bit
more than usual.
She’d
wiggled out of her track pants to see herself in her full glory and she felt a
flush of embarrassment to find herself fully hairless down below. She’d seen
pictures of porn stars or Playboy models like that, but she’d never dared to do
it herself. She was running her hands over her body, feeling the changes, the
new curves, when she became aware of how horny she’d become. Her body seemed to
react so much stronger to touch – her breasts especially. Her nipples were rock
hard, and they stood out much wider and longer when aroused than they had
before. She told herself she had to figure out this had happened, that
something was seriously wrong – but first she ran to her bedside table and took
hold of her favorite vibrator, sliding it urgently between her legs. “Thinking
can wait,” she mumbled to herself as she started to writhe with pleasure on the
bed.
All of her
rational thoughts, even the pure shock of seeing someone in the mirror that
just didn’t look like her anymore, were easily being shouted down by the urgent
need she felt. The need radiated from between her legs and spread throughout
her entire body. She had thrown herself back onto the bed and guided the
vibrator, turned up to its full speed, down to her moist and tingling cunt. She
was now pumping it deeply into herself with a firm rhythm. A loud, low guttural
moan was emanating from her. Her free hand was roaming over her revised body,
squeezing the mammoth new breasts, feeling how sensitive they were, how full,
how firm. Her nipples were so large now, poking out nearly and inch, and each
time she pinched at them her sensation was so intense that she had to give out
a little gasp.
She didn’t
stop – wasn’t even able to stop – until the vibe and her hands had driven her
to her third orgasm. Even then she kept the toy moving and sliding into her
body, extending the sensation, feeling the waves crash over and over. Finally,
her body glistening with sweat, she collapsed on the twisted sheets.
It took
about twenty minutes for her to recover enough strength to get up and make her
way to the shower. The sensation of the hot water on her new body was intense.
She seemed to feel each individual stream from the showerhead. She spent longer
soaping and rinsing her breasts and ass than she had planned to, and by the
time she moved to her pussy with the mesh sponge she was past being able to
stop herself. She just had to cum, just one more time. The fine lather flowed
down her tanned legs as she ground the sponge between her legs – god, the soapy
warmth felt so good on her bald cunt. She was very close to the edge when she
managed surprise herself – she hadn’t done it consciously, but her left hand
had moved from cupping and rubbing her breasts to reach down behind her ass and
she was teasing the tight opening of her bottom with squirming fingertip. It
seemed so dirty, so disgusting, but it felt so good. She pushed the finger
deeper, feeling the tightness, and her body spasmed with another orgasm.
She rinsed
herself off again, and got herself out of the shower. It took a lot of mental
control to dry off with the plush towel and not gather up some more pleasure,
but she managed it. She almost regretted having purchased towels that were so
damn soft, but she had wanted the best.
She could fit her favourite Juicy Couture sweat pants on
though they fit a lot
differently than before, but with the breasts she had now, just about anything
she had to wear on top was a world too small. She had to do something, she told
herself, because they were an ongoing distraction. She felt their increased
weight all the time, not as a burden, but just as a constant reminder that they
were there. She felt them rise and fall with each breath. When she moved or
walked, she felt their shifting weight swaying and jiggling. She wanted to find
a way to hold them still, but there was no bra in her apartment that would hold
them. Finally she found an old white t-shirt she had liberated from an
ex-boyfriend that had been a favorite sleep shirt. It was worn and thin, but at
least she could get it over herself.
She fixed
herself a coffee and sat down to think. “Thinking” included a painful pinch to
her side, just to make sure she was awake. Okay, if this wasn’t a dream, what
was it? People just didn’t wake up with different bodies. Especially a body
that seemed like some guy’s wet dream. The realization hit her right about
then.
“What the
fuck!?!?” she cursed out loud, scrambling to her computer. She tapped the
surface of the coffee table and impatiently waited for it to warm up. She
finally got it up and running and logged into the dating service’s web site.
She brought up her profile – the “joke” she had entered last night. There it
was – somehow her hair, her body, her height, her measurements all now matched
the ridiculous statistics. She was pleased with one part – only reading the
details now did she realize that her glasses were still on her bedside table,
but she could see perfectly. She’d never trusted that laser-eye surgery but now
she didn’t need it.
She shook
her head, willing some sense back into it. So what if she didn’t need glasses
anymore, she had bigger problems. She took some deep breaths to calm her down,
but the effect was partially undone by the feeling of her D cups moving along
with them. “No problem, I’ll just change the profile back to the way it was
before – except maybe for the glasses,” she told herself. With that she clicked
the button to edit the profile.
With a
little ping, her computer answered back. A window popped up.
“Greetings.
Thank you for using MPC Dating. Unfortunately, your profile has been
temporarily locked by our Profile Enforcement Division. Please try again in a
few days. Thank you.”
“Sonofabitch!”
Now what was she going to do?
She tried
to calm herself down. Maybe it wouldn’t take days. Maybe in a couple hours,
she’d be able to straighten all this out. If this was really happening (she
tried another pinch – nothing) then she’d just sort it out with the people from
the dating service. She’d apologize for lying on her profile, pay them off if
she had to, and she’d get her body back.
There was no phone number listed at all on the site, so she was at the
mercy of email and patience.
She had to
keep her mind busy on something else to keep herself from just clicking the
“edit profile” button over and over every thirty seconds. Hmmm, there was the
online chat room. After all, she didn’t have any clothes to wear outside, so it
wasn’t like she was going to get many errands done.
She was
only in the chat room for a few minutes when the request for a personal chat
came in. She had already clicked OK when her eyes went wide, realizing that the
request was from the same SirMaxx that she had “hung up” on last night.
“Welcome
back, j-girl,” he typed.
“Thank you,
Sir,” she thought she’d keep it short, seeing how his mood was.
A longer
response came back, “You left rather abruptly last night, girl. I didn’t
appreciate it. Now I’ve reviewed your profile, and you’re supposed to be a good
girl, and I don’t think that is how a good girl would act. So I will be clear
with you with what I expect: you are to be polite and honest with me; you’ll be
a good girl and you will do what I tell you to; you will treat me with the
respect that a good little slave girl would treat her Master.”
The first
reaction that came to Jackie’s mind was similar to the way she felt the last
time she chatted with this guy – there was a flash in her mind that wanted to
tell him to go straight to hell. Right behind those thoughts – and quickly
overtaking them – came new ones; they were strange, new and unexpected
emotions. She felt a wave of guilt for disappointing him before. She’d been so
inconsiderate and rude. And now, thinking about being a good girl for him and
making him happy gave her a strong sense of pleasure. It wasn’t just happiness
either – she felt it physically, like a deep lingering kiss, or loving touch.
It made her feel warm to the core, and gave her pussy a fresh tingle. She
distilled all of this down in a simple response.
“Yes, Sir,
I apologize for last night. I
understand your instructions and I will be a good girl for you.”
“Much
better. That’s a good girl.”
The wave of
pleasure she felt sent a quiver up her spine. “Good girl” sounded like the
sweetest thing anyone could have ever said to her. She knew that was kind of
strange, but it felt too good to question at the moment.
“What’s
your real name, j-girl?”
“Jacquelyn,
Sir, though most people call me Jackie.”
“That’s a
beautiful name, Jacquelyn. Tell me, dear; are you wearing clothes at the
moment?”
“Yes, Sir,
I’m wearing cashmere sweat pants and a t-shirt, Sir.”
“Take them
off, Jacquelyn.”
She knew
she shouldn’t do it. Why would a rational woman strip down to nothing just
because some online stranger told her to? She was still trying to figure out in
her mind why she had told this guy her real name. Even if she was going to play along for a while, you could just
say that you’d done it – it’s not like he could tell. But as she pulled the
shirt up over her head, releasing her breasts to the air once more, the
immediate pleasure response let her know she’d made the right decision.
She hadn’t
really noticed it happening but when she wiggled her hips out of her sweats,
pushing them down her thighs, she realized that her pussy was wet again. She
yearned to touch it, to push her fingers between her glistening lips and into
the silky darkness inside, but she figured somehow that SirMaxx probably
wouldn’t want her doing that without his permission.
She stepped
out of her pants. She’d obeyed SirMaxx, and the realization that she was being
a good girl weakened her knees so much she nearly fell back into the sofa. “Oh
god,” she thought, “If it feels this good just to take off my clothes for
someone, I could get myself in some serious trouble.” But at the same time she
wanted more of that feeling; she wanted another command to follow; she wanted
to be a good girl; she wanted to feel that tingling, that whole-body feeling of
pure pleasure. She’d probably do just about anything to feel that some more.
Jacquelyn
sat back down behind her laptop. She was naked and the knowledge that she had
stripped bare at the command of a stranger calling himself SirMaxx filled her
thoughts with horror, humiliation and surprise. At the same time, it filled her
body with an overwhelming surge of pleasure and lust. Yes, she was being a good
girl for Sir.
“Are you
done getting undressed, Jacquelyn?” asked the words from the computer screen.
“Yes, Sir,
I am naked now,”
“Good girl.
Give your nipples a pinch and twist.”
A warm,
blissful wave of sensation flowed over her with those words. “Thank you, Sir.”
She raised her hands to her newly D-cup breasts and closed her fingers over
both nipples at once. She pinched down firmly, biting her lip, and twisted them
both. The feeling started as pain, spreading through her, but quickly turned to
a deepening of her arousal.
“Now, I see
from your profile that you’re a good little girl, but that you’re tempted by a
few things – including sex toys. Tell me, what toys do you have?”
“I just
have one vibrator, Sir,” Jackie replied.
“Oh dear,
that will never do. Give me your email address.”
She typed
it over to him.
He
responded quickly, “Alright, Jacquelyn; I have to go out for a few hours, and
now you do too. I’m emailing you a list of things that you are to purchase. You
shouldn’t have too much trouble finding most of them at any major adult store,
but there are a couple things here you will have to get at one of a couple
fetish shops in the city. Their addresses will be in the email. There will be
some clothing items on the list – things that a good little slut girl like you
should have. Follow these instructions to the letter, and I’ll be very
pleased.”
Jackie
replied, “Yes Sir.” Immediately, however, her mind was full of worries. What
kind of things was he sending her for? What was she getting herself into? What
was she going to wear shopping?
“Oh, and a
couple more things, pet,” he continued. I know that a girl like you must be
quite needy – you’re probably all hot and wet right now – but you are not
permitted to cum until after you’ve gone shopping. And you are not to wear a
bra or panties. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir, I
understand.”
“Good
girl.”
She moaned
aloud as the wave of sensation hit her again. It brought fresh wetness to her
pussy, and her nipples were stiff and aching to be touched. But how was she
going to be able survive this way? Her
obedience so far had filled her body with need, but now that same obedience was
making her deny those needs. She was going to have to shop as quickly as she
could.
“Be good,
Jacquelyn, and enjoy your shopping trip. Once you’re back, you are to email me
and tell me you’re finished, and then you are allowed to cum. Good bye.”
He signed
off. Left alone with her thoughts and needs, Jackie tried to put things
together. She didn’t understand her overpowering lust, not to mention the
physical high that she got from doing what she was told. She’d never been like
that – okay maybe once in a while she liked to be with a strong forceful man –
so why all of sudden all this heat from acting like a submissive little slave?
She started to pace around her living room, and the strange weight and movement
on her chest acted as a continual distraction. She passed a mirror and caught a
glimpse of her body – still naked.
“Oh yes,
lets not forget these things,” she thought. What on earth was happening to her?
She had sort of forced herself into accepting that her body had turned into the
description she’d typed in last night. Was that profile affecting her mind as
well? She sat back down at the computer to bring up that profile and at least
remind herself what she’d entered. Before she could get to that, a chime
sounded that email had arrived. It was from SirMaxx. She opened it immediately
and realized that she knew where those stores were. She sent the attached list
to print without really even reading it. Her body was aching for her to move
fast – she needed to be good, she needed to obey, and she needed to be done and
back here and cumming hard and wet.
Problem
one: clothes. Okay, the Juicy’s would do for pants. She wiggled them back on,
pausing to enjoy the feel of the fabric on her bare flesh and reluctantly
admiring her new curvy ass. Now, how was she going to cover up these tits? The
t-shirt had fit over them, but the fabric was so thin with age that it was
obscene. She moved into her bedroom and investigated the contents of the large
walk-in closet. Buried in the back corner was what seemed to be her only
option. On her last Halloween back home she had gone with friends to a costume
party in Boston. She’d thrown caution to the wind, as she knew she’d be moving.
She’d stuffed an oversized bra full and stretched a genuine Hooter’s tank top
over it. And there the top was, neatly folded, the owl’s eyes staring back at
her.
Her body
wouldn’t let her wait any more. She didn’t have a bra that would fit her even
if she’d been allowed one, so she pulled the top on. She blushed immediately.
Her new breasts were even bigger than her old stuffed bra had been so the tank
top was a very snug fit. There was a very generous amount of cleavage displayed
by the low cut of the top and in her current state of arousal, her nipples were
poking eagerly at the white stretch cotton as well. She knew that she’d be
drawing a lot of looks this way, but she couldn’t help it – she had to be a
good girl and follow her instructions. With cash, credit cards and her keys in
a tiny clutch purse, she rushed out into the city.
When
Jacquelyn returned home hours later, she was a mental and physical wreck.
Everywhere she’d gone male eyes had been fixed on her, filled with lust. Their
hungry stares had humiliated her but unexpectedly they also made her more and
more sex crazed. Seeing them admiring her ass outlined in the skin tight track
pants or her bouncing breasts barely held in by the Hooters tank top gave her a
palpable thrill – she was filled with an urge to show herself off more, to
wiggler her ass for them, to squeeze her tits, to tug down her top and give
them a look at her rock hard nipples. Her mind would race onwards, thinking of
having their hands on her body, feeling them all over her, inside her. She
couldn’t get sex off her mind for a moment.
She’d
managed to soldier on, returning her focus to her shopping chores, knowing she
had to be a good girl and obey. She wasn’t sure why it felt so good to make
SirMaxx happy with her, but it did.
Without a
bra to wear her breasts were swaying and bouncing with each step, even in such
a tight top. It was certainly going to take some getting used to – if she
couldn’t get herself changed back soon, that is. Plus they were so sensitive –
it was like she could feel the fabric of her top pressing back against the firm
flesh and stiff nipples. It was even worse when they slid around inside the
top. Needless to say, her buds stayed erect during the entire trip.
If the
stares and comments weren’t enough to mortify her, there was SirMaxx’s list of
toys for her to buy. There were things she’d never heard of before that trip,
others that she hadn’t realized came that large, and a couple she still didn’t
know what to do with. And the outfits he’d had her buy – she quivered just
thinking about them. She’d hoped to find something more suitable to change into
than her Hooter’s top, but even after all the money she spent it was easily the
most conservative piece of clothing that would fit her new figure.
But now,
dropping the many bags on the floor just inside her door, her body was aching
for release. It was nearly driving her mad, a telltale thumping heartbeat that
she felt in her clitoris. All she had to do now was a quick email and she could
cum and cum and then cum some more. Before she could compose her own message
though, she found one waiting for her from SirMaxx. She opened it immediately.
“Jacquelyn;
I trust if you’re reading this you are back from shopping, and hopefully you’ve
been a good girl and gotten everything on your list. I’ll bet you want to cum
quite badly by now. There is just one condition that I will place on that. You
are allowed to orgasm but you must use the eight-inch dildo you bought today
and you must do it outside. If you have a balcony or something similar that
will be sufficient. Enjoy, my pet. I’m looking forward to chatting again soon.
Now, go be a good girl.”
She nearly
screamed with frustration and shame. Outside?! Her needs were too great to
complain or to wait. She tore into the packages, and ripped free the eight-inch
rubber cock. It was particularly lurid; shaped and molded like a real cock and
balls, complete with raised veins, but it was bright orange. Not exactly
discrete, to say the least. Oh god, was she really going to do this? The
realization that she was about to go out onto her roof deck in broad daylight
in view of whoever might be watching and fuck herself silly with this thing
only caused a hesitation of about two seconds.
She threw
herself into one of her lounge chairs and wiggled her pants down around her
ankles as fast as she could. Her lust became her entire world; if someone was
watching she just didn’t care. The dildo was a fair sight larger than her
normal vibrator but her pussy was soaking wet and she had to have it right now.
Still, she let out a deep aching moan as it pushed inside her. Her head rolled
back in pure pleasure – even the pain felt good. She felt she’d been trapped in
the desert for days and this was her first taste of water. After the first
couple minutes, she was accustomed enough to the dildo’s size to be driving it
in and out of her cunt quickly and her speed was increasing minute by minute.
Her thighs were spread wide and her free hand was kneading and squeezing her
tits, pinching and pulling at her nipples.
Her body
moved in a blur – she couldn’t get enough of the sensations. Soon, the dildo
slick with her juices, she was able to reach her release. The orgasm had built
up slowly, over hours really, and its release affected her entire body. She
screamed out loud and it seemed like every muscle in her body was gripped by
spasms. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt by a wide margin –
actually a serious of them, hitting her one after the other. When she was able
to regain her breath and conscious thought, she found herself in quite a state.
Her sweatpants were hanging on around one ankle and she’d pulled both of her
breasts out of her top into the fresh air. They were pushed up and together by
the neckline of the top, which was straining beneath its significant burden.
The
realization of what she’d just done hit her with a wave of embarrassment and
fear, and she scrambled back into her condo. She wondered if anyone had seen
her (or heard her, but she wasn’t really aware of how loud she’d been). A
certain teenager was feeling very fortunate right about now and was uploading
some amazing new digital photos to a voyeur website, but Jackie would never
find out about that.
Back in her
living room, Jackie tried to resolve her own actions in her mind. Before today,
she’d gone days without sessions with Mr. Shakesalot, her vibrator. Today,
she’d been driven to some very strange and non-typical behavior by these
physical needs – not just wishes or desires, but palpable needs. She’d started
by stripping at his request, she’d given him her name, her email address, she’d
gone shopping and spent about $400 on the sex toys he said to, and about $800
more on some seriously kinky outfits. Now, she’d topped it all of with indecent
exposure. As soon as she let her mind linger on the reasons, that feeling of
pleasure she’d gotten – reading those words “good girl” from him, she could
almost hear his voice say them to her – it made a certain kind of sense. It
felt good to be a good girl, to make someone else feel good just by doing a
couple things. And it made her feel so wonderful at the same time. But how
could she go on this way?
She wanted
to take a shower, but she thought she’d better put that off for the moment –
she knew how good that water would feel. She wanted to clean up those bags by
the door, but she didn’t dare do that either. She remembered from seeing those
toys and trying on those outfits that her mind would go on autopilot, imagining
those playthings on her and in her, or thinking of hungry eyes on her as her
new body made the absolute most of those slutty costumes.
She needed
to think of something else, anything else. She covered herself up as best as
she could – tomorrow she’d either have to get her own body back, or go shopping
for something that wasn’t obscene, just to be able to have something to wear.
Oh god, what if she was still like this on Monday for work? She was too
exhausted, mentally and physically to worry about that right now. She couldn’t
remember if she’d ever cum so much in one day – not to mention adding on a very
significant shopping trip. She grabbed a bottle of water from her fridge on her
way to her bedroom, peeled off her tight clothing, and scrambled under the
sheets.
Jacquelyn’s
nap rested her body but not her mind. Her sex drive was ramped up so high that
almost immediately her dreams were full of erotic situations. When she awoke
after 90 minutes or so with the bed sheet tangled around her body, the images
lingering in her thoughts of herself, men and even other women were a shock to
her. She was also hot and wet between her legs, and tasted her own juices on
her fingers and lips.
She jumped
into the shower and used every ounce of her willpower to keep her self-soaping
to a minimum. Her new body was still a wonder to her though. Her skin was so
smooth and evenly tanned, and her new curves seemed like a world your hands
could get happily lost in. As she felt goose bumps rise all over her body, she
quickly wrapped herself up in a bathrobe and went back to the living room, but
not before noticing that her enlarged breasts made even her robe fit a bit
tight.
It wasn’t
quite a voice in her head, but she felt a yearning to check her computer. The
fleeting thought of perhaps another opportunity to give pleasure, to show how
she could be a good girl, put a skip in her step. And sure enough, there was
email from SirMaxx.
“Jacquelyn
my dear, I trust you’ve continued to be good. I’m eager to see you in the
results of your shopping trip but I don’t want you to be too frightened, so
I’ve come up with the idea of having us meet in public. This will happen
tonight, at the club listed below. In order that I might recognize you, I’ve
also listed below which outfit I’d like you to wear. There are also a couple
additional items from your shopping trip today that you should bring with you.
Please reply and confirm that I’ll see my good girl tonight as instructed at
nine o’clock.”
She jerked
her eyes to the clock in the kitchen. She could make it. She looked over the
detailed instructions relating to the outfit that he had specified and her hand
went up to her mouth in a gasp. Even alone at home, a deep hot blush colored
her face and neck. There was no way she could do that, was there? She’d worn
those clothes in the change rooms by herself and was nervous. Even submitting
to the detailed input of the “professional” help at the specialty leather store
had made her heart beat madly – but it had also warmed her. She didn’t
understand it, but standing so close to that young woman with just a small
piece of this kinky clothing had her considering new sexual options.
She made up
her mind and typed her reply. If she had been willing to buy these things, she
must be willing to wear them. Okay, so maybe she hadn’t planned on wearing them
out on the street or in a public nightclub. It came down to one thing: he had
asked her to, and the idea of disappointing him crushed her. She wanted to be a
good girl. Being a good girl made her happy, happier than she would have though
she could be so far from home, happier than she ever remembered being. And
clearly, as she felt the heat build between her legs, happiness wasn’t just
something that occurred in the mind.
It took her
a fair bit of time and a significant effort to get prepared. She’d drawn her
hair back tightly into a ponytail, and she was ready. She started with the
stockings, sliding them up her legs, making sure the seams and patters were
straight and even, and that the lace trimmed elastic tops were at the same
height on her thighs. While she was at it, she zipped the spike-heeled patent
leather boots up to her knees. Next was her top. As she was to be covered only
with a sheer black top, she had to be legally “decent” so she covered her erect
nipples with neat X’s of black tape. She stretched the form-fitting top over
her body. The neckline was high and the sleeves were long but since you could
see right through it, it didn’t provide any cover at all. Feeling its silky
touch over her breasts as she slid it on only made her nipples harder, and she
felt even more exposed.
Next was
the skirt, if you could call it that. It was deep red and it had a textured
finish sort of like leather but it was stretchy latex and it closed with long
laces at one side. It was maybe ten inches long, so she had to wear it low
enough to expose a lot of her hips, not to mention the top of her tattoo’s
wings, in order to cover at least most of her ass. Even then, there was a swath
of bare flesh exposed all the way up her side, where the laces held the tiny
piece of fabric stretched around her. It was going to be a challenge to keep
covered, but as a good girl following orders, she wasn’t permitted any panties
– a fact immediately visible to anyone who saw her.
She took a
deep breath, as she’d saved the most difficult task for last. She had to
squeeze herself into her new leather waist cincher. At the store it had taken
some assistance, but now she was on her own. But since she’d had it on that one
time before, she knew it was possible. She lay on her back on the bed, and
brought the leather around her body. At least it closed with a heavy-duty
zipper, so she didn’t have to try and reach behind herself to do up laces.
After about ten minutes of struggling, deep breaths and very small increments
of movement with the zipper, it was finally on. She stood up, pulled her skirt
back down over her ass, and took a look at herself.
Breathing
was a bit tough, as squeezed into her outfit as she was but she still managed
to gasp. She looked like a whore. Every piece of clothing seemed to expose her
rather than cover her. The waist cincher gave her even more dramatic curves,
drawing her in by at least three or four inches. And if possible, it made her
tits seem even bigger. And with the X’s, all eyes were drawn to her nipples as if
to targets. The exposed flesh between the tops of her stockings and the bottom
of her skirt managed to scream out for attention as well.
She
double-checked her list of the sex toys she’d been instructed to bring along
and tucked them into a black leather purse with a wad of cash. She stood just
inside her door and ran through it all in her head once more. She was a fairly
respected and normal woman, who just happened to have a different body than she
did 24 hours ago, and she was about to go out in public dressed like some kind
of kinky whore to meet a man she’d never talked to before last night. And why
was she doing this? Well, because he asked her to. Ahhhh, there it was again –
just thinking about how she knew he wanted this and how happy he was going to
be to see her sent that wave of pleasure through her. It started with a sudden
wet heat between her thighs and radiated outwards, curling her toes and
covering her breasts in goosebumps. She was going to be a good girl for him,
and the wonderful sensation of the other people seeing her and wanting to fuck
her silly would just be a lucky bonus.
She’d never
gotten a cab that fast before, so she was a bit early as he pulled up to the
address. She had figured she’d need another burst of willpower to keep going,
but by now she wanted so much to see the happy look on SirMaxx’s face when he
saw what a good girl she’d been that she couldn’t wait. “Oh god,” she thought,
“maybe he’ll fuck me!” Her eyes shot wide open – how could she even think that?
She’d never met the man. She may be dressed up like a slut, but she wasn’t one
in real life. Well, at least she wasn’t one yesterday. Damn it, she had to get
in there.
She was
sure that when she walked inside that all eyes would be on her, and she was
trying to prepare herself for it. On one hand there would be a rush of
embarrassment and humiliation at having everyone see her like this, but on the
other hand she was starting to feel like the lust directed her way by those
that saw her was something she could feed off. It flowed into her and became
her own carnal need. A handsome doorman hauled the exterior door open for her
and she was in a small entry area. She pushed open the curtain into the rest of
the club, and she knew she couldn’t be sure of anything any more.
The place
was no ordinary dance club, or at least it wasn’t tonight. She was surrounded
by other women and men in clothing not too dissimilar from her own. Most were
in pairs, and more often than not one half of the couple was leading the other
by some kind of leash. Around the large room were various alcoves and booths –
some seemed to be filled of raucous gatherings and conversations and in others
there was rapt attention to activities she couldn’t quite make out.
She didn’t
hear him approach behind her, but she heard his voice as a raspy whisper, his
lips not an inch from her ear.
“Jacquelyn,
you are a very good girl, and you’ve made me very proud. You’re a very good
girl indeed.”
She was
trembling, her knees weak.
“Jacquelyn…,”
he said her name like a question.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Cum.”
The orgasm
walloped her without warning. Her moan was a near scream of pleasure. Her knees
went weak it was only Maxx’s strong arms around her that kept her from
collapsing. He lowered her softly to her knees as the spasms continued and as
Jackie spoke a mumbled language only the other women present understood. When
she finally regained some semblance of awareness, she was mortified. She’d just
cum in front of all these people. There was no question they’d seen and heard
her because most were still facing her way and they were actually applauding.
Her thighs were soaked with her juices, and she could smell sex.
Maxx was
dressed in finely tailored black trousers and a shirt that fit him snugly
enough to let her know that he was a very fit man. He appeared to be a bit over
six feet tall, maybe in his mid 30’s. As he leaned down to affix a thin leather
collar around her neck, she noticed a distant but wonderfully exotic scent and
just a touch of grey hair mixed in with the black. The best was to describe her
reaction to him was hunger. He clipped a leather leash to her collar, and stood
up before her.
“If you’re
ready, pet,” he smiled down at her, “I’ll show you around. There are a few
people here very eager to see you. I’ve told them what a good girl you are and
they want to see for themselves.”
Oh dear
god, what had she gotten herself into.
Chapter
Three
Sharon’s Story
It was
nearly the weekend – yet another beautiful Friday afternoon in San Diego, but
all that Sharon could think about was the conversation from lunch. She’d gone
to a local pub with Jackie, her friend from work, to have a quick meal, enjoy a
glass of wine or two, and commiserate about men. Sharon and Jackie had been
having these chats for months now.
As soon as
Jackie had joined the company, Sharon had recognized her as someone who seemed
like a lot of fun, even if she technically was Sharon’s boss. She certainly
spoke her mind and she enjoyed the occasional girls-only martini night. They
had also been able to share their frustrations and thoughts over trying to find
men in the city. Sharon had the advantage of knowing the local scene and Jackie
the drive from being energized by her move across the country.
After some
initial setbacks, Jackie had done in-depth research on online dating services
and she’d been so thorough and enthusiastic about one company, MPC Dating, that
she’d even convinced Sharon to join with her. Unfortunately, those early and
enthusiastic days were months old and neither one of them had had any luck at
all. They exchanged theories that it was maybe the tone or maybe the content of
their information and profiles that was keeping them from generating any
significant feedback.
Sharon was
willing to admit that she was average in most areas – medium height, medium
build, not fat but no anorexic model either – but she had always been proud of
her curly black hair and piercing green eyes. These details were striking to
her, but it seemed that men were looking for something a bit less subtle
perhaps.
At lunch,
while discussing this injustice, one glass of wine had turned into two and then
three. It was about halfway through the third glass when Sharon had surprised
herself a bit with the joke that if neither of them had any luck with men soon
they should give that gender up as lost and just hook up together. They’d
shared a raucous laugh over it, but now hours later, Sharon found the thought
was still rolling around in her head.
She hadn’t
really had those kinds of thoughts before, and while she’d appreciated the
attractiveness of certain women she’d never been attracted to a woman before.
Before? Was she now? She was confusing herself with logical circles. It didn’t
help that she found herself letting her eyes linger over Jackie’s body as she
stopped by at the end of the day to say a quick goodbye. And was that a gleam
in her eye? It was a look reminded Sharon of the enthusiastic gleam that Jackie
used to have about her personal life when they first started their search in
earnest. Maybe Jackie was thinking about their conversation as well.
Through the
evening and even through her Saturday errands, Sharon found that her thoughts
kept coming back to the idea of her and Jackie together. She knew they’d have
lots of fun together as they already did – their loud laughter tended to fill
bars and pool halls. She wondered what the sex would be like. If Jacquelyn was
her superior at work would that carry though into the bedroom, or would Sharon
reverse the roles and twist up Jackie’s hair in her fingers and push her mouth
hard into her trembling, glistening pussy. “Wow,” she laughed to herself,
“where did that come from?” Sharon was in the middle of a clothing store and
she actually had gotten herself blushing with her own imagination – and her
imagination was a bit foul-mouthed.
She’d given
Jackie a call to see was interested in joining her at the mall but there was no
answer – perhaps she was off doing some retail therapy of her own. On her own,
the trip was enjoyable and not too damaging as she only purchased a couple
staples – can you have too many white stretch t’s? She stopped off at the
grocery store to stock up on a few items and then she was back home to relax.
By now her
imagination was really spiraling. She had moved to seeing herself towering over
a quivering Jackie who was dripping with lust. Their bodies would stick
together with sweat and their lips would be sticky with each others nectar.
Sharon shook her head, trying to set her mental processes back in order. She
couldn’t help but notice that she was physically aroused with all these new
thoughts, and there was certainly a heat and wetness building inside her favorite
pair of jeans.
Somehow
she’d gotten to a Saturday night without any plans, but an idea struck her. If
she wanted to try out some of these new fantasies, why not make some use of
that useless dating service. She remembered from an earlier investigation that
one section of the site had a chat room she could look around in. She’d have to
change up a few things in her profile first, as her fantasy image of herself
was developing a certain character that might appeal to someone. She knew there
was supposed to be a guarantee on this service that all the profiles were
accurate, but they were supposed to provide her with more than frustration and
feelings of inadequacy, so she didn’t care too much about their guarantees or
promises.
She logged
in. The chat room was in their “Intimate Encounters” section, and she soon
discovered than in addition to the revisions that she’d planned to make, there
was a lot more detail requested for this area, so she’d have even more work for
her recently oversexed imagination. She didn’t mind, since it was around this
time she was even wondering if Jackie herself might see her online and be
tempted.
She brought
up the full profile window, and started entering in the information for what
she was calling her amazon-lesbian-sex-queen persona.
MEASUREMENTS? 37DD-23-35
GLASSES/CONTACTS? None
HEIGHT? 6 foot 1 inches
WEIGHT? 120 lbs
HAIR COLOR? BLACK
BODY HAIR? None
TAN? Light tan
PIERCINGS? Ears, navel, tongue
TATTOOS? none
BODY SENSITIVITY – BREASTS (1-10)? 9
BODY SENSITIVITY – NIPPLES (1-10)? 9
BODY SENSITIVITY – LABIA (1-10)? 9
BODY SENSITIVITY – CLITORIS (1-10)? 10
DESIRE FOR ORAL SEX (1-10)? 10
DESIRE FOR VAGINAL SEX (1-10)? 10
DESIRE FOR ANAL SEX (1-10)? 7
ATTRACTION TO MEN IN GENERAL (1-10)? 5
ATTRACTION TO WOMEN IN GENERAL (1-10)? 10
DOMINANCE TOWARDS OTHERS (1-10)? 10
SUBMISSIVENESS TOWARDS OTHERS (1-10)? 2
OPENNESS TOWARDS SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION (1-10)? 10
OTHER COMMENTS?
Mistress Sharon is a strong, imaginative and caring
Mistress to her girls; she guides their bodies and minds to new levels of
pleasure. She takes her own pleasure from their beauty, obedience, lust and
desire. She has almost a sixth sense in knowing what will drive them wild. When
they submit she enjoys a near complete control over them, to their great joy.
Sharon
looked at the screen and smiled, trying to form a mental picture. She decided
to get a bit naughtier yet and make a quick trip to her bedroom. She returned
to the computer a few moments later in flowing silk pajamas over her sexiest
black lace lingerie over her favorite little toy: a “dolphin” vibrator that
strapped on and rested just over her clitoris. Once it got to humming it could
drive her to a very personal heaven.
Now that
she felt properly dressed and prepared, she logged into the chat room and
Mistress Sharon made her debut and started looking around. Much as she assumed
others were doing, she’d read along with the chatting and check out the
profiles for the others she saw chatting and lurking. She set her vibe to a low
hum, and the soft buzzing along with the feel of the lingerie on her body kept
her in a wonderful mood.
She managed
to engage a couple of women in conversation that moved to private chats. It
wasn’t quite what Sharon had hoped for as an active workout for the new lusts
she was discovering, but she certainly enjoyed it. At a certain point, however,
the lateness of the hour, the slight disappointment in the level of eroticism
of the chatting, one too many interruptions by horny men and the desire to
personally finish off what the vibe had started led her to sign off and head
for bed. She decided to save her profile, just in case.
She
stripped herself bare, but for the dolphin, and lay back in her satin sheets –
another personal luxury she’d allowed herself. With her hands on her breasts
and between her thighs, her fingers joined in with the action provided by the
vibe. Soon she was writhing happily with her pussy warm and wet and her nipples
stiff and tingling. She tried to fill her head with fantasies with girls from
the evening’s chatting but it wasn’t long before it was Jackie’s face between
her thighs. She gave in and pictured her friend and boss restrained in leather
with her tongue working eagerly. She screamed out loud as her orgasm hit and
she writhed energetically on the bed. Purring as it receded, she unstrapped the
dolphin and covered herself up with the sheets and drifted off to further
dreams.
At the MPC
Dating main data warehouse, the busy chat traffic was being handled without
problem by the vast array of servers. Routine scans and confirmation
subroutines evaluating profiles and customer data noticed another discrepancy
and signaled the purpose built Profile Enforcement Server of the latest
incident. The subject was identified, the computer signaled its long range sensors
to re-confirm the details relating to the incident. According to standing
orders, the enforcement subroutine was initialized with the default transition
duration. Due to a bit of a non-standard condition in the profile definition,
there was an email automatically sent to the day supervisor for the next shift,
but it did not stop the revisions. With its program implemented, the PES
returned itself to sleep.
Sharon
slept deeply, and her dreams were full of increasingly erotic dreams that
translated into physical movements of body, twisting and sliding in the satin
sheets. As she slept, her naked body was becoming more and more sensitive. Her
nipples stood out stiffly and each motion against the brought her a soft pulse
of pleasure. The pleasure built and grew and, fed by her dreams, finally woke
her in a state of lust and need. Before she was even fully awake, she was
reaching for the vibe she kept tucked behind the books beside her bed. She
fumbled for the controls and turned it to full speed. She could feel she was
already wet, so she wasted no time in teasing it over her aching clit and into
her pussy.
The vibe
felt better and more powerful inside her than it ever had before. She thought
that it must be because of her dreams and all the erotic daydreaming she’d been
doing. By now she was biting her lower lip, and pumping the vibe in and out of
her body, moaning aloud. She came fast and loud, and let out a satisfied sigh –
now that is a way to start the day. She needed a hot shower now to fully wake up,
and she was about halfway to the bathroom before her eyes were fully open.
As she had
slept naked, she got the full impact at once upon seeing her reflection in the
mirror. She stopped dead and her mouth fell open. Her hands were trembling as
they cautiously moved up to confirm what her eyes were telling her. First of
all, her tits were huge! They were so full and yet they didn’t sag at all. They
felt wonderful in her hands, but that did little to calm her. Her hands kept
moving, over her tight belly, fiddling with a lovely decorative ring she found
there, down to her curved hips and her tight ass. The skin was so smooth and
hairless. The shock was waking her up quickly. She noticed the relationship of
her reflection to the doorway and noticed that she was taller too – a lot
taller.
“What in
the sweet hell is going on?” she asked her reflection. She was turning around,
twisting, trying to see all of herself while her hands roamed. Was she going
crazy? There was no way that this was possible. She decided to just shower, and
wash this bad dream away. Every motion felt strange though – she was so tall
now that everything seemed lower, including the controls for the shower. As she
bent over to adjust them, she felt the full mounds on her chest moving and swaying.
When she would stop moving, it would take them just that little bit longer and
they might sway back and forth. She felt their added weight as well.
The feel of
the water on her flesh was wonderful – her body seemed so sensitive, especially
her breasts and pussy. She also noticed that if anything her new desires had
increased. As she felt the water and suds flow down her body, she imagined with
them the kisses and soft touch of beautiful women. The kneeled before her,
suckling at her breasts, fondling her, urging their fingers and tongues between
her thighs, kissing and caressing her folds of her sex. She saw them not only
pleasing her with their bodies, but she felt a deep joy as she imagined their
simple devotion to her, their loving obedience and the control she would
carefully use over them. Sharon’s eyes were closed tight in the shower, her
fantasies taking over, and wasn’t quite fully aware that she hand two fingers
twirling in her pussy and a finger teasing into her tight ass as her new full breasts
squashed against the tile. She was aware of her second orgasm of the day,
though, as the power of it weakened her knees, and she slid down in the tub,
trembling all over with pure pleasure.
Sharon
eventually got herself up and out of the shower. In drying herself she was
again reminded of how much more of her there now was to dry and how wonderful
touch felt on her skin. She was unable to find much of anything to cover
herself with, so she wrapped herself in her bathrobe. It was noticeable short
on her now, not to mention that it wouldn’t really make it all the way around
her chest. She was curious so she got out her cloth tape and measured her bust.
Working it out, she realized she was now proudly carrying around DD cup tits.
She decided to take the rest of her measurements as well and as she wrote down
the numbers she was struck by the familiarity of them. The idea came to her and
she powered up her computer to confirm her fears. She now had the exact
measurements that she’d made up the night before. Looking down at her breasts
constantly falling out of her robe she was glad she hadn’t made them even
larger.
She looked
over the other statistics she’d entered, and realized it was a checklist of the
changes that had somehow happened to her body overnight. Running to the
washroom she even was able to confirm that in fact her tongue was pierced and
she’d been subconsciously aware of the shiny steel stud all morning. She smiled
with that one, and felt a desire to feel it against some woman’s nipples or clit.
She sort of
knew that she should be scared to death right now, and that something real
fucking weird had happened. After all, what kind of dating service magically
changed you to match your description? She wasn’t scared though; she felt
stronger and more confident that she ever had before. She went and stood before
the full length mirror in her bedroom. Normally she didn’t like to even see
herself naked, but now she stripped off the robe and tossed it onto the bed.
She looked amazing. She still had her own face, her deep green eyes and her
signature curly black hair – which if anything just looked thicker and shinier.
From the neck down, though, she was all new. She was so wonderfully tall – see
imagined herself in heels towering over most men and it brought a crooked smile
to her lips.
One thing
linked to reality that did come to mind was that she’d better warn or tell
Jackie about all this. She went back to her computer, feeling none of the shame
she might have before about strolling around naked. Jackie wasn’t online at the
moment, so she figured she’d send an email. She laughed and paused, wondering
exactly how she was going to phrase this. Without Jackie able to see the
results in person, she’d likely say Sharon was nuts. While she thought about it,
she brought up Jackie’s profile, giving her a few moments to think.
She laughed
out loud when she saw it. It was clearly too late for any warnings. She looked
down at the little revision date and noticed that Jackie must have made her
discovery even before Sharon did, as the last listed update time was Friday
night, just 24 hours before Sharon’s own. As she read further, details like
revision dates were pushed from her mind, replaced by wicked plans. Sharon read
it over and over. Jackie, on purpose or otherwise, had managed to turn herself
into a beautiful, curvy, horny, bisexual slut who seemed to yearn for just the
kind of control Sharon ached to offer. This was going to be fun.
She clearly
had an entirely different kind of email to compose.
“Dear slutty
Jacquelyn, this is Mistress Sharon. A slut like you needs firm control and
someone who will not only appreciate your whoring body but properly show it off
to others. I know you ached to be a good girl, and even more you yearn to be a
good slut and good slave. As such, when you read this email, you will shower,
get dressed in just a short skirt and tight top, and report to me immediately.
You will take along all the sex toys you can carry in order that you can show
me how much you love to use them.”
Sharon
giggled to herself, “Oh goody, this is going to be fun!”
Chapter
Four
Jackie’s
mind was spinning, and not just because she had been hit hard by a powerful
orgasm. The feeling of her own juices trickling down the insides of her thighs
as she knelt before a virtual stranger was certainly another concrete example
of how different this weekend was from, say, every other weekend in her life.
Breathing
deep, she tried to confirm for herself that all of this was really happening.
She was dressed in high-heeled patent leather boots, lace trimmed stockings, a
tiny skirt that barely covered anything (even less than usual with her in this
position) as it was laced and stretched around her hips and a tight leather
waist cincher was pushing her breasts high while giving her even more of an
hourglass figure. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten used to the D cups she now had
and they seemed even larger now. In the name of decency her nipples were
covered with an X of black tape and a tight sheer top stretched over her torso.
The latest accessory was the most alarming to her – she wore a black leather
collar around her neck and there was a leash clipped to it. She was leashed
like an animal.
Holding her
leash was SirMaxx, the man she’d met for the first time just minutes ago and
before that just a name on her computer screen. His first words to her had made
her cumm instantly. The pleasure had been building in her all day. It was a
lust and need that had grown with each small command he’d given her, with each
piece of clothing she had stretched onto her body. With every little way that
she’d been a good girl.
But as this
handsome man looked down at her with a smile and a tug at her leash, part of
her still couldn’t believe it. She did want to see more of what was going on at
this strange nightclub, but he’d said that he wanted to show her off as well.
Oh god, but look at her, she was barely covered at all, and she felt sluttier
than naked. Could she really be doing this? His words still rang in her ears –
he wanted to show what a good girl she was. It sent a hot shiver through her.
Before tonight she had felt the wonderful emotion caused by just seeing those
words on her computer screen. Hearing them spoken aloud was something
exponentially better – a sense of happiness, lust, satisfaction and pure joy
seemed to emanate from her core and out through every pore.
If she was
a good girl for dressing this way, how could it be wrong? Maybe she looked like
a whore but she wasn’t alone in this club it seemed. Plus it was clearly
bringing SirMaxx pleasure, not to mention a few others she saw staring rather
obviously at her. If being a good girl meant following this beautiful man at
the end of his leash, her purse heavy with lewd toys and devices, seeing new
and amazing things while being on display as a pure sexual object of desire
then that was all she needed.
Jackie
lifted herself back onto her feet, steadying herself on Maxx’s offered arm.
Once she was balanced on the heels he moved off in front of her leaving her to
follow the guidance of her leash. They moved slowly and she was able to drink
in the sights and sounds that surrounded them. At one table there was a woman
wearing little more than a leather thong with metal cuffs holding her wrists
tight behind her while more than one man slowly and intimately inspected her
breasts. Down a little farther, on a small wooden chair was a woman bound
securely with bright white rope squirming and moaning into a gag while at least
two visible vibrators hummed over her flesh while an audience of men and women
watched and cheered.
Even more
eyes were directed up at the club’s small stage where two incredibly beautiful
women, both blindfolded, were making their way towards each other with slow
guided steps and hands cautiously outstretched. They were dressed in identical
but differently colored bikinis that appeared to be made of some kind of
shimmering plastic – one in white the other in bright pink. Once they found
each other their hands and mouths leapt to action, kissing and groping with a
palpable hunger. Jackie was frozen in rapt attention watching them. They were
so beautiful and the lights glistened on their skin, sparkling as they moved in
their lust-driven dance. Jackie felt her eyes searching over them, following
each line and curve of their bodies and they intertwined.
A soft tug
at her leash woke her from her reverie and she looked up at SirMaxx with a
flushed smile. As she continued to walk behind him she was aware of a refreshed
warmth and wetness between her thighs. She knew that without any panties it
would continue to trickle down to mark and stain her stockings, but she was
helpless to stop it.
She was led
over to a booth and Maxx sat. She waited beside him, still standing, until he
indicated with a hand gesture that she should kneel beside him. Together, with
his hand in her hair caressing her they continued to watch the two women on
stage and started to idly chat.
“Tell me
Jacquelyn,” he said, “have you spent a lot of time in clubs like this, dressed
like you are now? And please be honest – you could only disappoint me by trying
to tell me what you think I want to hear.”
“No Sir,
this is very new to me.”
“I see,” he
smiled, “and do you like it?”
“Ohhh
yesss,” she found herself nearly purring, “It’s so amazing, Sir. I can’t
believe all the things that are happening here, all the fascinating outfits,
and…” She paused, embarrassed by her own thoughts.
“Continue,
sweet girl.”
“Well, Sir,
it feels so strange, but to feel the people here looking at me, seeing me in
the way that I’ve dressed for you – part of me feels so embarrassed, but even
more I’m feeling a kind of joy at it, feeling their lusts transferred to me.
Knowing that it makes you, and them, happy to see me like this… well, it makes
me genuinely happy too, Sir.”
Maxx
smiled, “I’m very glad to hear that, Jacquelyn, and it does make me very happy
to see you like this. You’re a very good girl to follow your instructions so
perfectly.”
Hearing
those words, pleasure washed over her like an ocean wave. She seemed barely
able to keep herself upright. She knew that the changes she’d made with the Dating
Service profile was causing this, but any regret and worry about it were worlds
away at this moment.
Their
discussion paused with the approaching climax on stage. Neither woman had any
of their bikini left intact though they both remained blindfolded. They were
kissing each other hard and each had at least two fingers pumping into the
other’s cunt. They were both clearing reaching the edge, and their bodies were
grinding together as they slid down, first to their knees, then all the way to
the surface of the stage. With fingers and mouths searching they guided
themselves into a 69 position. Within minutes of tongues finding their opposing
pussies, both were screaming and writhing under the affect of their orgasms.
Jackie couldn’t turn away until after they recovered and were let off opposite
sides of the stage, still without seeing each other.
Jackie
found herself licking her lips then blushing deeply as she observed Maxx
noticing her reaction. She lowered her eyes to the floor.
“Sweet
Jacquelyn, you don’t have to try to hide what pleases you,” he comforted her.
“So, you’ve said that you enjoy the feeling that you get when others get to see
how good you look, especially in outfits that suit you as perfectly as this
one?”
All Jackie
could do was nod, her eyes down, seeing the curves of her enlarged breasts,
still so new to her. She could feel her nipples stiffly straining at the tape
covering them.
“And I seem
to recall from your profile that you’ve also got a lovely little attachment to
certain personal entertainment devices?” he half-asked, a smile growing on his
lips.
She
silently cursed her own imagination – what had inspired her to include things
like that? “Yes, Sir,” she whispered in response.
“Good,” he
answered through a full smile, “because the stage is open now, and I want you
to show everyone here that you’ve been a very good girl. Would you like that?”
He rose from the booth and moved towards the stage, pausing as her leash swayed
slowly in an arc between his hand and her collar. “Would you, Jacquelyn? Would
you like everyone to see what a good girl you are?”
Her mind
fought with the sensations that were causing her body to tingle from head to
toe. She wasn’t this kind of woman, was she? She had just wanted a date with a
nice man, then maybe to tease a few that were ignoring her in favor of
big-breasted bimbos – not to hand herself over to someone for pleasure, with an
audience no less. But the radiating feeling between her legs only grew. If she
could take this step, think what a good girl she would be, and how pleased he
would be with her. She started to allow herself to think about it more,
imagining all those eyes on her, just the way hers had been on those two women
just moments ago. The whole club’s lust and desire and pleasure would be
flowing to her. There was no other choice.
“Yes Sir,
I’d like that very much.” She rose to follow him, and he led her up onto the
stage. With her first step into the circle of light the applause and cheers
rang out. She could barely see anything with the light bright in her eyes, but
she could certainly hear them and feel their presence. SirMaxx had found a
chair and he sat down near her as she stood in the centre of the stage. There
was a microphone in his hand, and his questions for her rang out throughout the
club.
“Are you a
good girl, Jacquelyn?”
“Yes, Sir,
I try to be.”
“Do you
think you’re dressed like a good girl?”
“I’m
dressed like a slut, Sir, but it’s because you asked me to.” Saying the word
slut out loud made it even more real. Her answer generated a smile from Maxx
and a good laugh from the crowd.
“I see.
Tell me, Jacquelyn, is that a purse you have there?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Give it to
me.” She slipped it off her shoulder and handed it to him. He promptly opened
it up and unceremoniously dumped its contents onto the stage. The toys he’d
commanded her to carry rattled out for all to see, mortifying her. There was
her obscenely large bright orange dildo, an equally bright pink butt plug and a
large white ball gag. “Are these your toys, Jacquelyn?”
She could
feel the pounding of her heart rising up in her throat. She felt her face burn
red. A raucous mixture of laughter and rude comments were being offered by
those watching her, but all she could see was the light in her eyes.
“Yes Sir,
those are my toys.” Whoops of pleasure from the crowd.
“If they
are yours, my dear, they must fit you. Is that correct?”
Oh god, he
wouldn’t. “Yes, Sir, I suppose so.”
“Be a good
girl, Jacquelyn, and show us how well they fit.” He gathered up the gag and held
it out to her. Then he and the suddenly hushed crowd waited.
Jackie’s
hands were shaking as she took the gag from him, but deep down she knew that
she wanted this as much as he did. It was a desire she felt so deeply that it
seemed inconceivable she might not have felt it days ago. Guiding her fingers
to the leather straps she maneuvered the large rubber ball between her lips and
started to push it into her mouth. She had to open wide to get it past her
teeth and even then she had to work it in slowly, feeling it compress before it
popped in. She finished by buckling it securely behind her head. She made sure
it was tight, and felt the ball in her mouth pull even further back and stretch
her lips. She felt even more helpless and submissive now but at the same time
she got a wave of pleasure imagining how the white gag might look against her
bright red lipstick.
With her
mouth wide and full, her eyes lifted back up to Maxx. Now in his hand was the
ominous looking plug. She took it from him, and looked at it fearfully. She’d
never tried this before, and it certainly seemed a bit large compared to the
opening it was supposed to fill. She noticed a bit of gleam on it and she
realized that while she had been busy he had mercifully given it a thin coating
of some kind of lubricant.
“On all
fours, pet, and face your bottom to your fans,” he instructed.
She
carefully complied. She waist cincher held her tight as she moved but she
managed to get herself settled on her hands and knees. Her ridiculously short
skirt was giving the crowd behind her a very good view, even before she felt
Maxx hike her skirt up her hips and to her waist, baring her bottom completely,
and then urging her thighs wider open.
“Go ahead,
pet, show us how a good girl uses her toys,” his voice was a throaty whisper in
her ear.
She reached
back with her right hand, and guided the soft tip of the plug to her tight
rosebud. She could hear the crowd growing more enthusiastic – of course they
had a much better view of what was happening than she did. She could only
imagine how it looked, her on all fours, her thighs spread, her hairless pussy
and ass exposed for all to see. And even now she could feel the warm wetness of
her cunt, announcing to all how aroused she was.
She started
to push the plug into herself, and she felt her body stretching to accept it,
feeling how rapidly it seemed to widen. She moaned into her gag with the
strange aching, but she couldn’t stop. The excitement of showing herself off to
a leering audience was intoxicating, and added to her level of pleasure that
was easily keeping pace with the discomfort. She could hear them, unseen in the
darkness, shouting out hoots of encouragement. Finally, with a moan that her
gag barely stifled, she felt the plug slide fully in, its contours firmly held
now by her body. She knew that all that could be seen of it now was the plug’s
wide pink base between her firm ass cheeks. There was a loud cheer to celebrate
the accomplishment.
SirMaxx’s
touch and a tug at her collar urged her back up onto her feet. She moved slowly
and carefully. Now she had not only the high heeled boots to contend with, but
also the very strange sensation of the plug feeling so deep and full inside of
her. She couldn’t make a move without being aware of it. Maxx pointed towards
the chair, and she sat. The plug pushed even deeper and if the waist cincher
wasn’t controller her posture already, this surely would. She was drooling
around the gag. The sensations from her body and the flood of new experiences
and emotions was driving her to a new level of lust, and it was evident to all
that saw her. Not only was her pussy glistening and flush but her eyes had a
glazed look of need about them.
Maxx guided
her forwards in the chair and guided her thighs apart with a smile. “Don’t
hide, pet, show off your beauty. Now the last one.” With that, he handed her
the eight-inch dildo.
She took it
eagerly. By now she was dying to have something inside her hungry cunt. Also,
facing the crowd, she felt much more able to act out her part as an
exhibitionist slut, a whore eager to show her brazen need as well as her
obedience. She teased herself with the dildo, sliding the brightly colored toy
between her lips, feeling it drag over her perked clit. Only once she felt her
juices coat it from top to bottom and heard the approval of her audience did
she guide it into her silky folds. She took her time, her eyes drifting closed
with the pure heavenly sensation of it, starting a pattern of pushing it in two
inches, then back out one.
She must
have been getting a bit too enthusiastic as her body edged closer and closer to
release, because Maxx whispered a caution in her ear, “Don’t fuck it, pet, just
put it inside.” Even that minor amount of chastisement hit her hard; she feared
that she might have disappointed him and she summoned the strength to postpone
her orgasm and she slowly pushed the dildo the rest of the way into her, until
only its base was visible. With her legs spread this way, her two holes were
both now filled with brightly colored toys.
Maxx
surprised her by taking out what seemed to be a harness made of leather straps.
First it went around her waist like a belt, buckling tight. The second strap
was fasted to the first and dangled down from the front. Max stood her up, and pulled
it down between her legs and back up behind her. Her eyes widened in a jolt and
her gag stifled yet another moan as he pulled it tightly upwards. It pushed at
both toys, teasing them tightly into her, and pulled between her ass cheeks.
She felt him fasten a buckle at the back of the harness’s belt.
Satisfied
that the toys weren’t going anywhere, he pulled her skirt down over her hips
once more. The harness belt was clearly visible above it. To complete her
submission, he guided her arms back behind her and she felt soft but strong
leather cuffs lock around her wrists.
With that
complete, he kissed her on the lips, opening his mouth to match her lips as
they stretched around the gag. The guests were on their feet, laughing and
cheering, and Maxx was trying to restrain a very wide smile as he led Jackie
proudly off the stage.
“You’re a
very good girl, Jacquelyn, and you’ve made me proud and very happy. A very good
girl indeed.”
She nearly
came, and she did wobble visibly. She wanted to cum so badly. She felt the
movement of the toys with each stride. Now that she was out of the spotlight
the club was visible to her once more and the anonymous roars had been
transformed into men’s and women’s facings smiling and staring at her. She’d
never been this hot before, this wet – nectar was dripping around the dildo and
trailing down her thighs. She could even smell it. God, every single person
here knew she was doubly stuffed with sex toys. They were all looking at her
with lust in their hearts. As Jackie’s eyes darted from one face to another,
she knew in her heart that there wasn’t anyone here she wouldn’t fuck right now
for release.
But she was
led back to the booth and once again kneeled at SirMaxx’s feet. He ordered a
drink and for the next few minutes she was forced to simmer with growing need
as he accepted the congratulation of appreciative onlookers who would stop by
the table. What made it worse for Jackie was that as she was kneeling on the
floor she was eye level with the bulging trousers of the men and the short
fragrant skirts of the women.
Finally she
couldn’t take it any longer. She started to rub herself against his legs, both
to bring herself some sensation by attempting to grind her full pussy against
his shins and to tempt him with the smooth touch of her full breasts against
him.
He smiled
down at her, “Hungry, my pet?”
She moaned
and nodded urgently.
“We’d
better feed you then, shouldn’t we?”
Again,
nodding was all she could do to communicate her need.
He reached
behind her head and she felt the gag loosened, then removed from her mouth. Her
lips were wet with drool, and she swallowed, blushing. He reached down, guiding
her closer to him but leaving her wrists cuffed behind her. Then his hands
moved to his own trousers. In seconds, his stiff cock sprung out before her,
only inches from her mouth.
She didn’t
need a single word of instruction. She wiggled closer in between his spread
thighs and quickly sucked it in. She suckled at his significant cock with
earnest need and desire, her head bobbing. As he grew even harder in the warmth
of her mouth she was making loud slurps, as without the use of her hands she
had only suction and the position of her body to keep the hot shaft in her
mouth. Each moan of pleasure that escaped his lips or twitch of his cock sent a
complementary flush of pleasure through Jackie’s body. It also helped that the
toys inside her cunt and bottom were being tightly gripped by her muscles as
she worked her lips and tongue up and down. Even the tight full feeling the
plug gave her was wonderful as her body took tight hold of it.
After a few
minutes of her ministrations, she was glistening with sweat and she felt him
twitch and his muscles tighten. She prepared herself for his release by sucking
him deep into her mouth, waiting to feel the hot cum in her mouth. Maxx had
other intentions, however, and he pulled back leaving her looking up at him
with wide eyes and a wide mouth. He took his full wet cock in his hand as his
cum exploded from him, shooting it over her lips, face and breasts. She felt
the hot ropey cum land on her cheeks and just under her left eye. He was
shaking with the last of his spasms as she sucked him back into her mouth.
Tasting the salty cum on her tongue and knowing she was marked with it, she
heard his words come out with a guttural moan, “Good girl, very good girl. Come
for me my good girl.”
She came
hard, her body one tight writhing knot of muscles from head to toe, gripping
the toys inside her. She kept her jaws from closing on his cock, but her
instinctive suckling milked him dry. With all three holes filled, she rode the
orgasm as long as she could, feeling his hands in her hair, stroking her as the
waves crashed over and over.
As she
recovered, he released her wrists from the cuffs and lifted her up on to the
seat beside him. She felt his arm around her as she came down from the high,
and she used her fingers and tongue to lap up his drying cum from her face.
Even after
the heavenly moments she spent in his embrace, she still felt flushed as he led
her out of the club. He kissed her warmly as he bundled her into a cab.
“Take care,
my sweet Jacquelyn. I will be getting in contact with you again soon. You’re
not only a very good girl, but you were the sexiest pet in the club tonight. Be
good, and be well. You will serve me again soon.” His smile was contagious, and
as the cab pulled away from the curb, she felt aglow.
As she got
farther from the club and the natural high of her orgasm faded, reality sank
back in. The events of the evening were racing through her head. She recalled
her own actions in disbelief. It seemed like a dream or a drug induced haze –
that seemed the only way to explain how she had acted. There was no denying it
though – she was still dressed like a whore, with cum stains on her sheer top.
And, as she shifted in the cab’s back seat, she was very much still buckled
full of toys. She’d been told she could remove them when she got home, but that
the harness and the toys were the last things she was to remove. Even the black
X’s on her nipples had to come off first.
It was
another shock to her – even with her full post-orgasm awareness of the strange
and shameless nature of her behavior, even feeling near crippling embarrassment
each time the cabbie glanced in his rear-view mirror – she knew she’d obey her
instructions, and she knew that it would feel delicious to do so. Her head
dropped in her hands as the realization of what this dating service had done to
her, or what she’d done to her self, sank in.
When she
finally got home, she was mentally and physically exhausted. Peeling the tight
clothing from her body seemed to take forever, especially as her pussy and ass
had to wait to be emptied until it was all done. She took a deep breath,
rejoicing as she unzipped waist cincher. She was staggering in a daze of near
sleep by the time she carefully peeled the tape free of her stiff nipples. In
the bathroom she tugged and eased the toys from her body, and as she feared,
she was filled with the pleasure of knowing that she was a good girl who had
followed her instructions, and she gripped the sink tightly as another orgasm
rolled over her.
She was
able to stumble to the bed and collapsed naked onto it. She was asleep in
seconds.
Jackie’s
head was cloudy when she awoke, but the smell of her own sweat and sex was a
quick reminder of the way she spent the previous day. When she finally did find
the energy to open her eyes, she was shocked at the time. She’d slept away half
of her Sunday. Her new sex drive was also telling her that it was a long time
since she’d cum. She resolved to fight her urges at least long enough to check
the computer once more. Maybe her profile was unlocked by now, and she’d be
able to put a stop to this. Well, at least some of it. The strange bounce and
weight of her new breasts were certainly still new to her, but she was starting
to really enjoy them as she felt the air move over them and her nipples quickly
crinkle.
“These will
be tough to explain at work, that’s for sure,” she told herself. It took a
split second for her thoughts to ricochet through various thought paths and
connections before it hit her. Work, the dating service, Sharon. Fuck.
She needed
to call her, warn her, something. She didn’t know what to say. She hoped for
some good luck – maybe she’d be able to change herself back, and Sharon won’t
have done anything, and everything would be okay. Sure, it could happen. Her
computer was finally warmed up.
With a
ping, there was an email from Sharon. Jackie took a deep breath, working up the
nerve to open it. She gathered up her resolve, still hanging on to some
optimism, and double-clicked.
As soon as
she’d read it, she knew it was worse than she’d thought. The tone that Sharon
had used was so strange, so out of place. She’d never heard anything like if
from such a meek girl. After all, as much as they were friends, it always
seemed to linger that Sharon could never be completely free or open, since at
the end of the workday she had to report to Jackie. Now, however, her tone was
commanding, and it had struck at the core of Jackie’s new lusts and needs. She
was fighting her emotions, trying to force out the mental image of herself
kneeling at Mistress Sharon’s feet.
It was a
losing battle, and she knew it. After all, as these thoughts were spinning
through her mind she was already showered, perfumed and in her car halfway to
Sharon’s house, dressed only in a short pleated miniskirt and a cropped low-cut
tank top. A dufflebag full of freshly cleaned and battery filled sex toys sat
on the seat beside her. And as much as she fought it, she couldn’t get there
fast enough.
Chapter
Five
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.
Chapter
Six
As Jackie walked into work and towards her office, she
was the recipient of many shocked and amazed stares. Those who knew here were amazed at the changes. The others, and nearly all the men, were
just hypnotized by the way her full cleavage rolled and giggled in her low cut
top. Their obvious attraction and the
lust directed her way was driving her level of desire higher and higher, but
Sharon had made it very clear to her that she was not to cum or even touch herself
without permission.
She knew that her position in the office would prevent
at least most direct inquiries as to her new curves and fashion sense. She wondered how Sharon would be managing
the pressure and questions. Her
workspace was a cubicle and she’d be facing a lot of stared and very direct
questions.
She tried to work as usual but each time she had to
leave her office she was incredibly self-conscious, feeling her body giggle and
noticing conversations stop dead as she approached. She simultaneously was mortified and aroused by the
attention. She knew her pussy was wet
with her needs.
After just a couple hours of this frustration, Sharon
stopped by her office. Her wide smile conveyed that she certainly wasn’t having
too hard a time with the third degree from coworkers. She was stunning in a
long red pencil-thin skirt that hugged her curvy hips and a tight black sweater
that clung to her full firm breasts and made it clear she was not wearing a bra
and didn’t need to.
They hugged tightly.
With Sharon’s new height she towered over Jackie and her breasts landed
above Jackie’s as they were squeezed together in the embrace.
Sharon was full of joy and laughter as she described
the looks and comments she’d been getting all morning. Not only were the men falling over
themselves in appreciation of her body but the women were also affected. The strength of her personality was conveyed
wordlessly they were deferring to her when it came to every decision and
opinion. She told of how she felt she
could take control of any one of them and they’d never know why.
“And you, pet,” Sharon smiled, “are you finding it a
bit hard to work and think?”
“Yes, it’s unbearable,” Jackie responded. “All I can think of is how much I’m wanted,
desired, lusted after. How their looks
translate into lust and fantasy. It
seems I want every one of them to watch me, to desire me, to fuck and use me.”
Sharon smiled and laughed. “Maybe you won’t have to wait too long for that, my girl. Tell me, who in this company would you like
to fuck the most?”
Jackie thought for a second, letting herself indulge
the fantasy. “Chris, that man who
delivers the mail. He’s so young and
fit and hot.” She blushed as she
revealed her forbidden thoughts.
Sharon didn’t hesitate before picking up the phone and
dialing the mailroom. She asked for him
and in moments he was on the other end of the line. Jackie was squirming in her chair.
“Chris, Ms. Fraser has requested that you meet her in
her office in 20 minutes. Please don’t
be late and just come right in. The
door will likely be closed, but she’ll be expecting you.” Her voice carried so much confidence and
authority. Without waiting for a
response she simply hung up.
“Now, let’s get you ready for your visitor,” she said
as she turned to address Jackie. “Come out her on this side of the desk.” Wordlessly, Jackie obeyed, feeling the heat
flow through her.
Turning Jackie back towards her desk, Sharon kneeled
behind her and attached metal cuffs to Jackie’s ankles. She pulled her legs wide and cuffed them to
the legs of the desk, forcing her skirt to ride high and making it clear that
there were no panties beneath her garter belt.
Sharon moved behind the desk and attached cuffs to Jackie’s wrists. She fixed a short chain to them and started
pulling her forwards, bending her over the desk, exposing her ass to the closed
door. Using the chain Sharon, trapped
her, drawing it down to another desk leg.
Jackie was fully bent over her own desk with her ass high and her
breasts squashed beneath her.
Sharon was whistling joyfully as she placed the keys
to the cuffs in an envelope and slid them into Jackie’s desk drawer, out of her
reach. She took out a note bad and
started scribbling down a message. Once
it was complete, she showed it to her trapped plaything.
“Chris, you can free me if you like and you’ll have my
thanks. However, if you will please
fuck me first I promise I’ll suck your cock and wear your cum on my tits.”
Jackie opened her mouth to gasp and protest, but
Sharon’s only response was to stuff her mouth full of a pink rubber ball
gag. Sharon moved out of Jackie’s
view. Jackie could feel her tuck the
note into her garter belt. She couldn’t
believe this was happening to her.
Sharon returned to her field of view. “Now, be a good girl and obey Mistress
Sharon, and obey young Chris as well.
And also, after you get yourself fucked like a whore, I’m taking you to
lunch. Have fun!” She could only hear Sharon rummaging around
for a minute out of her view before she departed and closed the door behind
her.
Jackie was left there, the door closed behind her,
waiting for her humiliation. It felt
like an eternity, with images of her position and embarrassment filling her
mind. She could feel herself drooling
around the gag and her exposed pussy tingling in anticipation.
Finally she heard the door open after a soft
knock. “Ms. Fraser, you wanted to see
me?” Chris’s voice started before it turned into an unbelieving gasp. “Oh my god!” He closes the door quickly behind him. “Are you okay, Ms. Fraser?”
Jackie could only nod, feeling now how badly she
wanted to feel him inside her. She
heard him approach closer and slide the note from her garter belt. His silence let her know that he was reading
the note, probably trying to convince himself this wasn’t a dream.
“Is this for real?” he managed to stutter out. Again, Jackie could only moan and nod in
response. She heard him quickly lock
the door and hurry to kick himself out of his pants. “Oh god, this is unbelievable, you look so hot.”
His hands were roaming over her ass, pulling her
stretched skirt even higher. Her garter
belts strained across the flesh of her bare ass. He was hard already, probably since his first sight of her. She moaned around the gag as she finally
felt his stiff cock slide against her eager cunt lips. A tingle shoots through her body as he
slides into her, moving his hands to her hips.
Thoughts of who might hear of this, who he’d brag to, how she’d face him
afterwards are driven from her mind as she knows she’s being a good girl, being
used like a slut.
Hearing his grunts and groans, feeling her body driven
against her desk over and over, she loved the feeling, the sensation of his
young stiff rod filling her over and over.
She drooled over some memo on her desk and smelled their scents filling
her office. She felt his need and
arousal through every pore in her body, as well as with the direct sensation of
his swollen cock stretching her.
She heard a change in tone in Chris’s groans, and felt
his body trembling. His thrusts had a
new urgency. With a breathless gasp,
his cum exploded into her. She felt the
heat inside her and her own orgasm crashed down upon her. She was shaking and rattling her chains as
the waves rolled over her. Breathing
hotly through her nose her body was weak.
Chris slid from her and pulled himself back into his trousers before
starting to free her. He started with
the gag. As it was pulled from her
aching jaw he asked her, “Where are the keys?”
She swallowed and licked the drool from her lips. “In
my desk drawer,” she managed to squeak out.
In a few minutes she was free, and smoothing her skirt
down over her hips. In her post-coital
clarity she remembered to be embarrassed, but also the rest of her task. “Thank you so much, I really need that.”
“Oh no, thank you,” he stammered, “That was
unbelievable.”
She moved to him, running her hands down his chest as
she dropped to her knees. Her hands
slid to her top and tugged it down, letting her D cups spring free. “Come here,
we’re not done yet,” she purred up at him, loving his reaction to her enlarged
breasts.
She tugged down his pants and boxers, and let her
fingers roam over his semi-erect shaft.
“You don’t have to,” he mumbled.
“Oh yes, I do.”
She sucked him into her mouth, tasting the strong
mixture of their juices. She worked him
with her lips, tongue and hands, feeling him spring quickly back to life in her
mouth. Her ministrations increased in
speed and urgency as she felt his responses.
He was moaning again, and trying to say something. “Will you… could you…?”
She slipped her mouth from him long enough to say,
“Anything, just ask me, just tell me to do it, command me”
“I want you to suck my balls.”
“Oh yes, Sir,” she cooed. Her hand moved to stroke him as she lowered herself to draw his
balls into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She teased them with her tongue, swirling them around as she
stroked him faster and faster. She
could tell from the new sounds that she was doing it right. His cock was stiff and hot in her tight grip. She loved the feel of him, his youth and
tightness, and she loved her submissive position at his feet.
“Ohhhh, I’m going to cum again,” he spoke through
gritted teeth.
She pulled from him, his balls popping from her
mouth. She pointed his trembling member
at her heaving breasts while stroking him hard and fast. She looked up at him, licking her lips. His legs tightened as he exploded once more. Hot white ropes of cum spurted out and
marked her breasts, dripping only slightly as it cooled on her skin.
After a few more strokes, the flow was reduced to a
peeking drop of cum at the head of his cock.
She sucked him clean. As she
knew she must, being a good girl, she pulled her top up to contain her breasts
once more, leaving the drying cum to mark them.
“Thank you again, Chris,” she said as he was awkwardly
gathering his clothes about him.
“Oh no, the pleasure was all mine. And, you know, if you ever want to…”
She interrupted him, “Have a good day at work, Chris.”
He blushed and quickly let himself out of the
office.
She was mortified at what she’d done, and even more at
home much she’d wanted it, needed it.
Was she going to be able to control her desires, or would the be her
master (or mistress)?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a firm knock at her
door. She was suddenly very aware of
the smell of sex wafting in the room.
Sharon’s head peeked in. She laughed and let herself in.
“I saw Chris walking back to the elevator looking happier than he had
any right to. Shall I assume you were a
good girl for him?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Well, let’s go find out together,” Sharon said with a
smile.
“What do you mean, Mistress?”
“I’ll show you, pet.”
She moved to the large bookshelf on the side wall of Jackie’s office and
gathered up a video camera perched there.
With a deft touch she stopped the recording.
Jackie was too shocked to respond. All she could do was follow in a daze as
Sharon led her from the building, peripherally aware of the stared and dropped
jaws that accompanied the two ladies as they strolled through the halls.
She was led down the street, around a corner into an
alley off the main strip. Sharon
knocked three times at an unmarked black door and the two were ushered
inside. The figures Jackie saw moving
through the narrow halls and dark shadows all seemed to be dressed in black,
tight clothing. They stepped into a
side room, containing little else that what looked like a dentists chair.
Sharon finally spoke, “Take off your skirt and top,
pet, and get in the chair.”
Jackie didn’t dare hesitate. The strangeness was frightening and arousing her. When Sharon saw the dried cum on her breasts
she applauded. “Oh, what a good girl
you are, Jacquelyn, I’m so proud.”
Jackie was warmed with pleasure as she slid into the
chair, the leather cold but smooth on her bare flesh. Her ankles were cuffed to stirrups and her arms were drawn over
her and her wrists cuffed to a ring behind her head.
Sharon started to speak, “Jacquelyn, I want you to
understand that you are now going to be marked, both for me and in a way to
highlight the changes in your body and nature.
This is going to happen now. I
know you might be scared, and also that it will hurt a bit, so I’m going to be
right here with you. For our
entertainment, we’re going to watch this little tape we made this morning. Do you understand?”
She was in shock, nervous and excited and
aroused. “Yes Mistress,” was the only
response she could make, and she knew more words were not welcome.
The video screen lit up – it was the first time she
noticed it fixed to the wall facing her.
There was the flash of Mistress Sharon smiling into the lens before she
let herself out of the office. As she
watched herself squirm alone, another woman in a black latex catsuit entered the
room and set to work. While she watched
herself eagerly fucked by the young fit stud she felt Sharon holding her
trapped hands tightly through the pricking pain of the word “slut” being
tattooed in script above her hairless sex.
She was breathing deeply. She
sometimes had to move her head to watch herself sucking his cock and balls
while the woman efficiently and carefully pierced each of her nipples and left
them marked with sterling silver rings.
The tape ended in snow then darkness as Jackie was freed
from the chair. She got dressed
carefully. Sharon hugged her tight and
kissed her warmly. “You were very
brave, love, and very sexy. You are a
very good girl, and I’m very proud of you.
We’re going to make you into a wonderful slave.”
As they walked back to work, hand in hand, smiling at
the stares they received, Jackie felt a warmth that mingled with the ache and
new sensations of her piercing and tattoos.
“God, “she thought silently, “and this is just
Monday.”
TO BE
CONTINUED (SOME DAY)
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