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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html
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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!)
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500
Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice)
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"This is a special video you are watching. It is tied to an
interactive computer program. This program is a training tape for
submissive whores that I developed. As you see your slutty images the
program will send subliminal messages through the video and audio to
mold your drug weakened mind. Your thoughts and desires will be to
serve me as a sex starved slut."

"The program will start you off by learning the pleasures of being 
stimulated as a female. Your little sex partner here will fondle and
caress your new female body. As you respond the program will monitor
your responses and send new commands to you to heighten your
responses. Your partner will get new commands to accelerate your
stimulation. Soon you will be in the throws of a upward sexual spiral
that will program your minds into those of insatiable sex slaves.
Enjoy it girls, because you will be girls when I get back. My
mindless, sexual slave girls though."

Her voice transformed again to SuSu's, "I bring back new friends and
we all make fuckie soon, yes? My boyfriends like girls with cocks, but
you will have to do. They not know it but that will be what they
fuckie anyway. He, He, He "

Her full, tight ass swiveled as "she" crossed the room and shut the
door."

I felt the need to look deeply into the televisions screen. As I did
so, I was aware that The new Cynthia did also. After an unknown period
of time, I felt my hands begin to explore Cynthia's latex body.

My long nailed hands glided over her full, luscious breasts.
Simultaneously I felt her fondling my breasts. Her nails scratched
their way across my nipples. I could actually feel the sensation
through my life like latex skin. The sensation of her touch triggered
a response in my brain. I felt my nipples growing to meet her hands.
At the same time I felt my cock engorge within its latex prison. On
the outer skin it appeared as if my new clit was swelling in feminine
excitement.

As these new sensations flooded my mind and body I was dimly aware of
the program sending me new commands. First, these new feminine
pleasures were being drilled into my sub-concious mind. They were
going to be forever a part of my mental profile. The need for my
breasts to be fondled and abused, along with the total sexual pleasure
that these actions brought me.  The second set of commands was driving
me and the new Cynthia to further explore each other. I wanted more
than anything to taste her swollen wet lips and hot wet tongue. I
placed her gorgeous face in my totally feminine hands and drew her to
me. I pressed my lips to hers and felt the unique sensation of two
sets of bee-stung lips pressing against each other. I began nibbling
on her lips. This progressed to both of us biting on the full lip of
the other. Pain and pleasure were being mixed in our desires. The
program drove us on to make this part of our need to exist. My hot
tongue darted into her mouth. I tasted the familiar tastes of SuSu.
that could not change until her diet had been altered to mimic
Cynthia's. 

More commands washed over me. We began a tug of war with our tongues
she started by sucking mine deeply into her throat. I could not
believe how far my tongue extended , nor how deeply she took it
without gagging. Again the program was conditioning our minds and
bodies to do things no normal human would consider, but things a sex
slave would die for.

My desired heightened as we continued sucking and fondling each
other's breasts. Suddenly and simultaneously, our hands moved downward
to each others pussies. I felt her totally realistic pussy lips
through her panties. She was swollen and wet with desire. It was then
that my clouded mind noticed that my panties wet also. Apparently the
cock sheath had a catheter implanted into me male sexual tubing. The
seminal fluids that my male body was producing in response to my
lovers stimulation were being used to lubricate my new pussy.

I felt Cynthia's hands remove my panties, but this time I did not copy
her actions. Instead, I lounged back and spread my nylon clad legs.
The latex Cynthia buried her face in my crotch and began to eat my new
pussy. I was no longer sure if it was the program that was driving my
passion or just the overwhelmingly exquisite sensations of having my
pussy eaten by such a beautiful woman. I did feel the program cause my
mind to make me totally thankful to my lover for giving me such
pleasure.

There was a twist then that overwhelmed my desires with a greater
desire to give her pleasure. For the rest of my life, any time I felt
pleasure, I would have a burning desire to sexually satisfy my lover.
I was a slave to my passion.

As I felt the pleasure of Cynthia eating my pussy and nibbling on my
hard clit, my attention was diverted to looking at myself. The program
was at work again. I took in the erotic site of my beautiful nylon
encased legs and the extremely high heels on my feet. I saw the full
swell of my hips and felt the roundness of my lush ass. I marveled at
the disappearance of my waist that accentuated my rips titties.

Then I was forced to look at the screen. I saw a drop dead gorgeous
tanned French slut having her pussy eaten by an equally beautiful
southern belle. This image was burned into my mind. I fell in love
with the feminine image in the screen. I was that slut and I loved
her. She was everything that a lover could want. She was gorgeous,
sensual, erotic, submissive, and totally bound to her sexual desires.

As my gaze was frozen to my loving image I could feel mt pussy
continue to moisten. Cynthia's tongue was lapping at my clit forcing
my male juices to mimic a wet pussy. The passion rose and rose to
unbelievable heights. then Cynthia drove her finger into my ass. Her
long nailed fingers hurt so good as they scratched their way to my
prostate. As she hit that magic gland I felt myself cumming. My balls
exploded in a devastating and protracted orgasm. But all I saw was the
Beautiful French slut on the screen cumming like a bitch in heat.

That was the image that was burned into my mind forever. I was and was
in love with the slut. She would rule my life with her passion and
need to totally satisfy others. Before I could even fully assimilate
my new personality, the programming drove my actions. It was my turn
to satisfy Cynthia. No, not my turn, but my duty, my desire, my life.

JESSICA'S Story

I woke up feeling great, stretching out in my huge king sized bed, 
feeling the satin sheets caress my body.  I had nothing to get done 
tonight, indeed, I had nothing to do for three months when I planed to
move to New York.  I had quit my job at the Computer Land in Beverly
Hills and had every plan of simply enjoying myself for the next few
weeks at least, then maybe travel a little.  What had made all of this
possible was that during a trip to Europe I had bought into a Lotto
and had been lucky to the pleasant surprise of 13.5 million dollars.

I had told no one of my luck, I have no living relatives and, except
for work, not a lot of friends.  The only place I had written anything
was to put the entire story, including the Swiss Bank numbers into my
diary.  But then, I put everything in my diary, EVERYTHING.  I was
sharing a huge house in the Malibu Canyon area with two other girls. I
had told one of them that the owner was going to sell, and she had
made plans and moved.

Yolanda had moved over three weeks ago and the other "girl", SuSu, was

mine to enjoy till I tired of the cheep little part time whore.  Then
I would have the entire house to myself.

I slid out of bed and dropped my pale blue lace nightgown on the
floor.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Short brown hair cut in a
pixie style, big deep blue eyes, firm, trim body and 38DD breasts.
All in all, a very attractive and desirable looking young woman stared
back at me from the mirror.  Now to get dressed.  First I put on my
black nylon and lace garter belt. I love garter belts, they make me
feel so feminine and alluring. After my garter belt was around my 22
inch waist, I smoothed  my silky thigh hi black seemed, very sheer
hose on over my creamy legs and fastened the garters. I pulled my
black french cut bikini panties on over my nylons up over my garter
straps and misted my neatly trimmed pubic hair.  I couldn't help but
think that there are so many dirty names for a woman's vagina, my 
secret name for it was my cunny and I like that so much better.

After checking that my stocking seams were straight, I put on my
beautiful new black velvet sandals with there slim spiked 5 inch
heels.  As I fastened the slender black velvet ankle straps I caressed
my nyloned leg.  God, I loved the way it felt, my leg was so smooth
and sexy and the sight of my inch long wine red nails against the
dusky silk of the nylons made me feel so hot I wanted to cum right
then.  Over to the make up table to put my face on.  Translucent
creamy beige foundations smoothed my face to flawless perfection. My
brows I penciled in high arching thin and sexy.  Next came my longest,
lushest false eyelashes outlined in jet black eye liner.  On my lower
lids went glittering gold eye shadow followed by hot pink to my brows.
Hot wine blush made my cheeks glow.  Slick wet creamy wine red
lipstick made my mouth perfect.  The final touch for my pretty face
was a light dusting of pressed powder.  I looked at the reflection in
the lighted makeup mirror and loved what I saw.

A beautiful, sexy face, luscious wet wine lips, exotic, exquisite
eyes, perfect.  I gently traced my stiff, erect nipples with my long,
perfect wine nails.  But if I was going any place tonight, I'd better
finish getting ready. I walked over to the bed and began to dress. I
picked up the lush, gorgeous heavy floor length black velvet skirt,
and began to put it on.  I slowly pulled the black velvet up over my
spiked heels, up over my silky, ebony nyloned  legs, up over my creamy
thighs and finally my lace covered crotch. When the skirt was on, I
zipped and buttoned it closed.  I checked myself in the full length
mirror.  The skirt perfect, tight, very tight, around my sweet sexy
ass and waist then dropped within a inch of the floor.  Next I put on
the black velvet satin lined bikini bra top.  The tiny cups of the
bikini just barely covered my stiff erect nipples, nipples that were
very much visible through the velvet and satin that just barely
imprisoned them.  I love the feel of settling my very firm pretties,
opps, breasts, into the silky smooth bra cups.   I picked up the black
velvet choker with  it's  diamond broach and fastened around my ivory
throat. The long, exquisitely heavy diamond earrings were next, 3
inches long, a glittering cascade of brilliant fire whose erotic
weight pulled on my lobes and made my cunny even wetter.

When I was sure my outfit was perfect, I went to the closet where I
kept some of my wigs.  I love wigs, all kinds and all colors and all
lengths.  There are however some very special wigs that I keep locked
up in my "Fantasy room" in the basement along with my "toy" collection
(which has grown out of sight since I won the Lotto).  I took out my
golden honey blond "Princess Di" and carried it over to my makeup
table. It took me about a half hour to put my wig on to my
satisfaction.  When I was finished the wig looked totally natural
framing my pretty face in a perfectly coiffure honey gold dream.

As soon as I was happy with the elegant, exquisite, angelic effect I
had created with my tight, elegant black velvet gown, high, sexy
heels, exotic makeup and beautiful golden hair, I began to select the
rest of my jewelry to make me perfect. For my right wrist I choose a
very slender diamond and platinum ID bracelet with my name, first and
middle, "Jessica Michelle" engraved in tiny letters.  For my left, an
inch wide diamond bracelet. I laid these bracelets on the bed. The
final touch was a fine platinum and gold ankle bracelet with tiny,
almost to small to be seen letters that said "Bitch God- dess".  As I
fastened the tiny catch I thought, I had never, ever, worn that ankle
bracelet out before, but I planned to do lots of new things in the
near future.

I picked up my elegant, feminine shoulder length black satin opera
gloves and pulled them slowly on, enjoying the feel of the satin on my
arms and hands. I ran my hand down the opposite arm, from elbow to
wrist, the feeling was exquisite.  I fastened the three tiny black
pearl buttons at each wrist then put my bracelets on.  Then, very
gently, I let my right satin covered index finger trace the outline of
the swollen, stiff, hard nipple that was prisoner behind the rich
black velvet.  God, how very nice it felt. I wanted so badly to lay
back on the bed, my long tight sexy skirt bunched around my thighs, my
skimpy black lace panties pulled down, a single satin gloved finger
deep in my sweet cunny while the other satin gloved hand stroked my
firm, full pretties until I made myself spend again and again. But
that would come latter tonight.

I put on my black velvet blazer jacket.  As I slipped my arms into the

tight sleeves I watched in the mirror as my gown  was completed.  The
fit was unbelievable.  As I buttoned the jacket I watched as my sweet
pretties were squeezed gently up and out into almost obscene
prominence. I walked over to my second walk in closet, my steps short
and sexy as the tight velvet of my skirt slowed my steps and as my
high, slim spike heels thrust my ass and sweet pretties out taut
against the constrictive velvet and got the perfect final touch.  A
ankle length black mink with a black leather tie belt.

I let my black satin covered hands run over the silky soft, rich,
thick black fur.  The feel of the fur almost made me cum right then as
I slid my arms into the wonderful, sexy mink.  I didn't belt the coat,
not yet.  I picked up my black satin evening clutch and checked inside
to make sure that my credit cards were all there and picked up the
keys to my Mercedes.  One last check in the mirror, god I loved what I
saw!

A truly superb woman stood at the other end of my dressing room framed
in the mirror.  A cold, jewel like face of exceptional beauty looked
straight at me.  Large, brilliant blue eyes regally surveyed the scene
from under long, lush lashes.  A full, delicious wine red mouth half
pouted, half smiled at all those who were less sophisticated, less
sensual, less totally female then her.  Her regal face was framed in a
golden blond, perfectly coiffure dream that misted but did not hide
the icy fire  of the diamonds that hung from her ear lobes.  At her
neck was a  black velvet choker with it's heart shaped diamond broach.
And at the creamy white neck there was a almost magical
transformation.

In beautiful contrast to the cold, imperial beauty of the face, the
body was a hot, lush, erotic female dream.  Huge, firm breasts, flat
small waist, lush tight ass, a perfect animal body.  A body dressed to
make men want to have those slim satin gloved fingers touch their
hard, swollen filthy cocks, to let those same satin hands guide that
same straining cock deep into her tight, hot cunny.  A body that made
other women wonder what it would be like to kiss and gently suck those
huge, stiff, erect nipples, to caress the soft creamy thighs and to
taste her in the secret ways only another woman can share. Her sweet,
sexy body was gowned in tight beautiful black velvet and glistening
mink.  From under the hem of the rich, tight, sexy floor length skirt
the promise of high, spiked heels was revealed at every step.  I
smiled at my sweet reflection and went out of my bedroom, 
down the stairs to the living room.

I didn't believe it!  Standing in the living room was SuSu. Damn it,
what was she doing out here at midnight.  She was supposed to have
some sort of date with some guy she was fucking, she had even showed
me the note from him asking her to his house. After that she had some
"Job". One more day and this Singapore, she-male bitch's street
walking days would be over, thank God. Looking at her I thought what a
perfect slave SuSu would make.

I had even had a very special outfit made just for her. SuSu was
dressed like a slut, which didn't surprise me. SuSu was wearing a
tight, very, very tight magenta leather skirt and blazer, royal blue
lace hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle straps and impossibly
high spiked heels. As always SuSu had cinched her waist down to a
sluts hour glass body. SuSu "outfit" made her look just like the cheep
whore she was.

"SuSu!  You look lovely this tonight.  How are you darling?"

"Thank you Jessica, you look so nice.  So sorry to bother you, but I
hoping you not left yet.  I have to get something from room, now my
car no start and I have a job.  Could you PLEASE give me ride
downtown?  I be happy pay for gas."

"Of course SuSu sweet, I'd be happy to, I'm going that way myself."

SuSu picked up her purse and followed me to the car.  I really hate
the idea of this cheep she-male hooker in my car, but in only 24 hours
SuSu won't be riding anywhere.

"Where is your job at SuSu?"

"Promise you no laugh, I going to model bridal and evening gowns for
store called "FOREVER BRIDAL".

I looked out of the corner of my eye at the bright red lipstick, heavy

rouge, purple eye shadow and inch and a half false eyelashes and
thought "God what a joke". The thought of SuSu in the white satin and
lace of a virgin bride was just to stupid to believe.

SuSu smiled and babbled on "It on the corner of Eighth Street, by new
mall.  It have small, private underground garage, that where service
entrance is. You please drop me there? I afraid go in there this late
by self.  They want to do photos while store closed and I get job
because other girl no would work this late.  Yolanda find out about
job and call me, she so nice."  Her pathetic desire to have me like
her made me ill, however, I replied sweetly, "Of course SuSu sweet.
I'll be only to happy to drop you off at the door."

It didn't take long to get there and the small underground garage was
empty when I pulled in.  I drove all the way to where the door was and
put my Mercedes in park while I waited for SuSu to get out.  She
smiled, and opened her clutch.

"SuSu, you don't really have to give me anything, I was going this way

already."

Her blue leather gloved fingers came out of the blue leather clutch
holding a hypodermic syringe, her other leather gloved hand was
shoving my fur and skirt up, I felt the sting of the needle on my
thigh.

"SuSu you crazy fucking bitch!  What did you do to me? God, what was
in that needle you stupid  bitch?"

SuSu reached past me toward the car keys.  I tried to stop her, grab
her, but my arms wouldn't move.  She turned the ignition off and took
the keys out.  I watched in horror as she carefully straightened my
skirt and fur.  I tried to scream but nothing would come out! God what
is this she-male whore doing, what  is happening?

SuSu got out of the car and went to a door marked "Service" and
knocked. In just the matter of a few seconds the door opened and out
walked a impossibly beautiful woman, dressed in a breathtaking bizarre
blood red and black latex Dominatrix outfit. I watched as she came
toward me, the skin tight, long sleeved, high necked, blood red
mini-dress zipped tightly from neck to hem.  Black shiny latex gloves
covered her slim fingers, her shapely legs encased in thigh-hi
gleaming black latex boots with soaring 7 inch spiked heels. All of
her beautiful exotic latex fit her like a second skin.  Her long, long
buttock length hair was jet black, full and thick framing a creamy
skinned perfect face. All I could see was the lower half of her face
because she wore a black latex cape with a hood that shadowed 
much of the rest. Blood red lip broke into a gentle smile and I could
see the movement of her inch long thick black lashes.

Then she was gone from my field of view, I could hear the click of her

heels as she came to my side of the car but I couldn't turn my head to
see what she was doing. The sounds of her heels stopped and I heard my
car door open and a soft sweet liquid voice spoke "SuSu my sweet,
please see to the door, we don't want to be interrupted".

I heard the sounds of SuSu's heels as she went to the door, the sound
of the door sliding shut followed by  a snap as a lock clicked shut.
I watched as a black latex hand took my black satin hand, everything
was spinning, and then all was darkness.

When I came to I was naked, I couldn't believe this was really
happening to me!  I tried to move, only to discover that I was bound
to a curious frame of some sort. I was bound in a kneeling position,
my arms pulled straight back and up.  My head was bound so that while
I could turn my head slightly from side to side I was forced to look
down, completely unable to look out straight, let alone up.  That slut
SuSu  was really going to pay for this.  Then I heard the sound of a
woman's high heels behind me.  I tried to turn but couldn't, then
suddenly there she was in front of me.  I could only see her from
about tit high down. Whoever the bitch was, she was wearing my 
gown and fur!

I exploded, "What the fucking hell do you think your doing! Get me
down from this god damn thing and get your fucking ass out of my gown.
Do you know who I am?  Well?  God Damn it, I'm Jessica DeChombonard,
now get me down now and get your fucking cunt out of my clothes,
whoever the fuck you are!"

I watched in disbelief as a satin gloved finger reached out and gently

stoked my left nipple.   This was to much, "Take your fucking hand off
of me and get your fucking ass out of my gown and fur.  I don't know
who you are, but I am a very important person and you are in a lot of
trouble unless you release me this instant.  Get out of my things!"

The woman who was wearing my gown spoke for the first time, "You
shouldn't speak to me like that, you must address me as is proper."

"I'll address you anyway I fucking well please, now let me up and give
me my gown and fur!

A satin gloved hand gently stroked my face,."I really don't think you 
understand about these clothes, or for that matter, about anything
else. Now please my sweet, you must be nice when you speak to me."

I screamed this dumb bitch who dared to wear my things, "Now listen
you stupid mother fucking cunt, I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard and
I don't give a fuck what you want.  Now you will untie me and you will
get your twat out of my things. Now, right fucking now."

Then, without any warning, she slapped me hard across my helpless
face. With each word her satin gloved hand cracked first my right,
then my left cheek,

"You filthy cum filled whore, you will never, ever  speak to your
Mistress like that again you cheep, stupid bitch!  You are not Jessica
Michelle DeChombonard, you are my slave, you fucking dumb bitch.  From
this second on whore, you will show me the respect your Mistress
deserves.  Now whore, who are you and who am I?"

"Please!", I cried, "My name is Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, just
please don't hit me again."

She slapped my face again and again.

"You are not Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, you are a whore and my
slave.  Now who are you cunt and who am I?"

I was crying, I begged her to stop, "Oh god please stop, please don't
hurt me any more, please dear God stop."

She reached for something where I couldn't see and brought forward, oh
god no, a black leather riding crop.  The riding crop cracked against
my open, defenseless cunny, I sobbed, helpless with pain.

She waited for me to stop sobbing, "You filthy cum drinking slut, you
are my slave, a cheep worthless whore.  Now for the last time, who are
you?"

I choked back my tears, "I'm your slave, please don't hurt me any
more, not there, not my cunny, oh please, you hurt my cunny so very
bad."

Her black satin hand stroked my right nipple very gently,

"Very good whore, now bitch, who am I?"

"Please, I don't know, please."

Still stroking my breast, she continued, "Well cunt, what is your
name?"

"Please, my name is Jessica DeChombonard."

The riding crop exploded across my helpless pretties and cunny while
she screamed, "You are not Jessica DeChombonard, you are my slave and
a slut, Jessica DeChombonard is a beautiful, elegant woman, you are
slut, a whore.  You are not Jessica DeChombonard.  Now you fucking cum
filled cunt, who are you and who am I.  Answer me slut!"

Between helpless sobs, I cried, "I am your slave and you are my
mistress, please, oh god, my cunny and my pretties! Please Mistress,
don't hurt my cunny any more."

The beautiful black satin hand again gently stoked my left nipple,
"That's so much better my sweet slave, but you still haven't said who
I am, well?"

"Please Mistress, I don't know, you are my Mistress, Please don't hurt
my cunny again, please Mistress."

"Very good slut, I am your Mistress.  You have that part right. Now
what your Mistress's name?"

Oh Jesus, that horrible riding crop flicked out again catching my 
defenseless cunny.  Through the red haze of pain in my poor, hurt
cunny I heard her say, "You stupid fucking whore, you don't even know
your Mistress's name?  Very well then, we can't continue your
education unless you know who your governess is.  MY NAME IS JESSICA,
Jessica Michelle DeChombonard.  Now my fucked little bitch, what is
your sweet Mistress's name?  Well whore, answer me!"

"I couldn't believe what I heard, I began to sob, "Oh my God, No.
Please, no! I'm Jessica, not you, please stop hurting me and let me
go, please?!  I'll do anything you say, give you anything you could
want.  You can keep my gown and fur, anything.  Just let me go to be
Jessica again, please?"

The woman in my clothes then laid down the riding crop.  I thought,
"Oh yes, she is going to let me up, she is going to set me free."

She reached behind me, her mink and velvet body pressed close to my
naked, bound torso. Then so quickly, I didn't even get a glimpse of
her face, she crouched between my wide spread legs.  I felt the gentle
caress of her satin fingers as she tenderly spread the outer lips of
my cunny. White-hot pain smashed me from my helpless cunny. I
screamed, and sobbed, god how bad it hurt.  I looked down through tear
filled eyes at my violated cunny.  She had fastened an alligator clip
to my clit!  Oh Jesus how it hurt!  I watched in unbelieving horror as
those beautiful, elegant black satin hands reached towards my left
breast.  I saw the gleaming silver of a pair of clip type nipple
clamps.

All I could do was sob, "No Please!" over  and over as the clips were 
placed on the tender, swollen nipples of first my left, then my right 
breast.

Then she slapped me hard in the face, again and again while she
screamed, "Shut the fuck up bitch, do you hear me cunt. I said to shut
your fucking mouth, you cum drinking whore, shut up or I will really
hurt you, you dick sucking little slut."

Slowly I managed to quite my body wracking sobs.  I tried to look up,
I whimpered, my voice small, soft, begging, "Please Mistress, my cunny
hurts so bad, please, your hurting my cunny."

She sneered, "I said shut your cum filled mouth.  I am Jessica, not
you.  When you speak to me, you shall only address me by name.
Whenever you address me, you will speak to me as if I was your lover,
your sweetest, most perfect love.  You have nothing to give me cunt, I
already have everything sweet, elegant Jessica has.  And you whore,
are my total slave, and will do anything I say, be anything I want.
You can end the pain only by your total acceptance and submission to
me as Jessica. Now that you know that I am Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard, answer my question.  Remember I am your lover and you
are my sweet slave."

I knew deep inside I would do, say anything to stop the pain in my
cunny and pretties, my voice betrayed my temporary submission,
"Sweetest Darling, your name is Jessica, You are my Mistress and my
lover."

"And who are you?"

"I am my beautiful Jessica's slave, her whore, her lover."

"And what is my full name bitch?"

"My sweet, gentle lady, your full name is Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard."

"And what does my pretty slave twat do?"

"Whatever my sweetest, precious Mistress wishes me to do, please 
sweetheart, my cunny and pretties hurt so bad, please lover, I'll be a
good slave for my beautiful Jessica, just please take the clips off my
pretties and my cunny."

She savagely back handed my poor bruised face, her voice a heartless
sneer, "Cunt, don't you ever  again ask me to do anything that makes
you feel better!  Your only reason for being, your whole purpose for
your slut life from this second forward is to give me pleasure.  If
hurting you excites me then you must beg me to hurt you.  You are
still clinging to the false hope you can somehow awaken from this
nightmare.  What you fail to grasp, to even begin to comprehend, is
that this is not your nightmare, it is my wet dream!  Now my sweet
little toy, would you like the clips removed from your cunny and
pretties?"

"God no, I mean, only if you want to, please."

She hit me again.

"Have you forgotten everything I have taught you so far, now cunt, how
do you address me?"

I whimpered through my tears, "I'm sorry my love, I forgot. Please my 
adored lady, forgive me.  You should remove these clips from my
pretties and from my cunny only if you wish to my sexy, beautiful
darling.  I won't ask again. I'm here only for your pleasure darling."

She slapped my poor, brutalized face hard, "You don't have pretties or
a cunny you fucking stupid slut. Jessica has pretties and a sweet
cunny, not you!  Whores like you have tit's and a wet, hot cunt.  What
you have is a pussy, a twat, now you say it bitch!"

"Yes, yes!" I sobbed,  "I have a cunt, please sweet Jessica, your
whore has a cunt, a twat to be used by my beautiful Mistress, I'm
Jessica's whore.  Please, let me go down on you, I know how to make
another woman feel very good! Please Jessica my love, let me make you
feel good."

"So now you would like to make me feel good. You like making love to
other women, don't you slut?"

"Yes darling Jessica, anything to make my Mistress happy."

"How about men, how about a nice hard cock in your cunt or sucking a
big thick cum filled dick in your mouth?"

"No Mistress, the only lover I want is you, a beautiful sexy woman."

"What if I want to see you fucking with a man, his hard cock buried
deep in you hot little box?"

"Please no, I don't like cock, I don't like men" I begged, god my cunt

hurt, "Please let me make you feel good Jessica, let me eat you
darling.  I know you would taste so sweet, Please?"

"So you don't like cocks?  I thought all whores liked cocks? But all
you can think about is eating out my cunny, going down between my
silky soft thighs.  What kind of whore are you, bitch? What name do we
call sluts that like other women? Well?"

"Please darling Jessica, don't make me say it, please!", I begged.

Jessica picked up that terrible black leather riding crop with her 
beautiful, sexy black satin gloved hand and inserted the tip into my
helpless cunny.  No not cunny, I corrected myself, into my pussy.

"Well slut?", Jessica purred as she began to slowly work the ridding
crop deeper into my cunt.

"I'm a lesbian darling. Please my love, let me be your lesbian bitch."
God no, I was getting wet, my pussy was getting all hot and wet. I
begged, "Let me be your lover darling.  Please Jessica, please! Yes!"

Jessica pressed close to me, still fucking me with the riding crop,
her other hand moving behind my head, fumbling with something.  Then
suddenly my head was free, as she stepped back, I looked up at my
Mistress's face.

I felt my eyes go wide with disbelief.  "Oh dear sweet fucking god no!
You look just like me!  My gown, my wig, my fur, my makeup, my heels,
my face, my body!  Oh Jesus! How? Why?"

Suddenly, she jammed the riding crop deep inside me and pressed it
brutally up against the clip on my clit. Blinding pain erupted from my
agonized cunt. With her other hand she grabbed a handful of my hair
and pulled my head up.

"Have you forgotten all of your lessons so quickly slut. You seem to
have forgotten our roles.  Only Jessica wears the satin and velvet and
mink.  You whore, never wore them, did you whore?"

I screamed in my pain, "No,  I never wore them, never!"

"Whose fur bitch?"  "It's your mink Jessica, it's all yours,
everything!  God my twat, Please Jessica my twat. Lover please!"

"That's right slut, I am Jessica.  I have on Jessica's makeup,
Jessica's satin garter belt, Jessica's silky hose, Jessica's skimpy
panties, Jessica's sexy high heels, Jessica's tiny velvet bikini bra,
Jessica's tight velvet skirt, Jessica's beautiful jacket, Jessica's
elegant satin gloves, Jessica's lush mink, Jessica's jewelry,
Jessica's makeup, Jessica's wig, Jessica's face, Jessica's voice,
Jessica's body, Jessica's life!  I am Jessica now, rich bitch Jessica,
dominate, beautiful, perfect. You are now just a whore, a slave, my
toy slut to be fucked anyway I chose. Isn't that right whore?"

Through my tears I looked up at the stunning, elegant woman standing
in front of me. With the last ounce of my fading will I spoke "I am
not a whore. I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, not you.  You look
like me, you even sound like me, but you can't hope to get away with
this impersonation.  Now please, whoever you are, let me up and give
me my things back.  I promise never to tell anyone what happened."

To my surprise, she let me finish.  Slowly she began to caress my body

gently with her satin gloved hands, to press her velvet and mink clad
body against my helpless naked body. Then both of her hands were on my
breasts, the nipple clamps in her long slender fingers.  Slowly, with
exquisite cruelty she began to squeeze the clamps tighter, while her
body continued to press sensuously against mine.

Her voice whispered gently in my ear, "I am not a whore.  I am Jessica

Michelle DeChombonard, not you.  I look like you, I even sound like
you, I don't have to "get away" with an impersonation. From tonight on
I AM you.  Now please remember my pretty little whore, you are now my
slave forever, I'll let you up when I want to and dress you to please
me. I promise you'll never, ever tell anyone what's happened. Your
problem, you filthy little slut is that you can not yet accept what
has happened to you."

Completely broken, I was softly sobbing, all I could say was "Please
my love, please darling Jessica."

She kept pressing harder and harder.  Flashes of light began to
explode in front of my eyes.  The pain was unbearable, my tits felt
like they were aflame.  I begged her "Please lover, please!  Please,
your right. Jessica, goddess, please my lady, please."

She pressed herself close against me, "Who am I bitch?" "Jessica
Michelle."

"And you?"

"Your slut slave darling."

"And do you want to please me, make me feel good?"

"More then anything my love."

Suddenly the pain that bathed my nipples in white fire was gone,
Jessica had removed the clamps.  God the relief was unbelievable.
Then Jessica removed the clamp from my miserable aching clit. Jessica
held a glass of wine to my bruised lips. As I drank I heard Jessica
say, "You look awful darling, if your going to be my slave slut you
must be beautiful to excite me. But you don't excite me like you are
so I think you should become what and who I want.  Slowly Jessica
undid the straps that held me helpless. I tried to stand, but my body
refused to move, I tried to scream, but my mouth would not open.
Jessica stood me up. Jessica caressed my naked body with her satin 
gloved hands while she whispered gently in my ear, "God bitch, I'm
going to enjoy doing this to you.  You really don't understand the
unbelievable luck that has led to our being together.  But we have to
hurry, Roxanne and Cynthia will be here soon and I want you to be
ready to greet them."


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