From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: Virtual revenge 1/4 (TG, femdom, unfin)
Date: 3 Dec 1994 09:50:10 -0500
The Virtual Revenge
by Tina Douglas
Reggie was a bully. He had bullied his way into Sandra's life and
once there, proceeded to bully her into agreeing to a marriage. At first,
his abusive ways were tolerated by Sandra, because he was often very sweet
and kind to her afterward. As the years progressed, however, Reggie's
kindness seemed to dry up while his nastiness only increased to fill the
void.
The situation seemed destined to worsen when Reggie lost his job,
and the couple had to rely on Sandra to support them both. But, except for
the beatings associated with Reggie's initial reaction, the new situation
served to improve Sandra's situation. Out of necessity, she had increased
her
workload at the computer company she worked for. Her efforts did not go
unnoticed by her superiors, and several promotions rapidly ensued. Within
a
year she was earning more than twice their previously combined income.
Rather than be upset, Reggie was learning to enjoy his idleness. He rarely
rose from bed before noon. Spent lavishly on himself - buying a flashy new
car, new clothes, a new television and new stereo. He treated Sandra a bit
more kindly, but only because he now viewed her as something like a drone.
She did all the work, earned all the money - and he reaped all the reward.
But Sandra was no fool. She realized what was happening, and as
Reggie became more complacent, her self-cofidence began to return. Soon,
she
no longer feared him, but stayed with him to formulate a plot of revenge.
Reggie's lazy ways became more and more extreme. He rarely left
the
house now, having all he desired delivered to him. Sandra was now too busy
with her work to clean up after him. Reggie used this excuse to have the
house
regularly cleaned by a topless maid service. Slipping the "housekeepers" a
little extra money provided Reggie with their services as prostitutes as
well. The insult did not go unnoticed by Sandra, but she waited patiently
to
spring her trap. She watched as he ordered more and more sexual toys for
himself. His tastes truly ran to the more bizarre, and Sandra noted this.
He
loved to dominate others. He paid otherwise ordinary prostitutes lavish
amounts to permit him to put them through unspeakable indignities.
One day, Sandra had everything she needed in place. Her plan was
ready. Soon, she knew, Reggie would pay dearly for all his offenses.
When Reggie awoke one morning (at 11:30) he found a new toy
waiting
for him. Sitting next to his couch was an odd looking device with attached
wires leading into a wall-connection. There was a note attached. It said,
"Enjoy our company's new virtual reality network interface, dear. Love
Sandra." Reggie had become so self-centered he failed to suspect anything.
He
saw nothing odd about the wife he abused and insulted regularly giving him
a
gift. He noticed a detailed instruction sheet attached and set about
learning
how to make the virtual interface work.
Virtual Reality had long ago become a favorite toy of the wealthy.
The technology had improved rapidly every year, but the cost of the
equipment
had always been prohibitive to all but corporations and the wealthiest
households. Sandra's company had pioneered the system which made Virtual
Technology cheap and affordable to average households. The network
interface
allowed individuals to explore any nearly any V. R. environment in the
world
without leaving their home.
Reggie examined the connect node, attached it to the back of his
neck,
as the instructions specified, and flipped the switch to the "On"
position.
The world about him instantly faded to black and he felt sharp
electrical tingling throughout his head. And then he felt nothing at all.
The next thing Reggie knew, he was sitting in a large comfortable
chair with impossibly brilliant swirling colors filling the air around
him.
He was quite comfortable, but confused about what to do next. Suddenly a
soothing voice told him, "Welcome to the Virtual Interface. Please voice
your destination, or you may browse through our destination catalogue."
"Well where is the fuckin' catalogue?" Reggie muttered to himself.
Instantly the swirling colors about him disappeared, replaced by a
screen directly in front of Reggie. He reached out to touch it, and
discovered he could pick it up. It was about as big as the Etch-a-sketch
he
had owned as a child, but it was filled with words informing him about
various catagories of destinations for him to look through.
He quickly found the catagory he was looking for, "Sex." Within
this
catagory, he narrowed his search into "Sexual Dominance and Submission."
He felt his cock harden as he glanced through the "Virtual Scenes"
presented
to him in the catalogue. All his sexual fantasies seemed to be here in
intricate detail- as well as some he'd never even dreamed of. The
possibilities seemed endless. He reached down and began stroking himself
as
he tried to decide. Finally he settled on one he found especially erotic -
"French maid, sex slave in English manor."
As he made his selection, he was allowed to custom detail the
scene.
While keeping most of his appearence, he increased his penis size to 8"
and
very thick. The sex slave was given a pink and white French maid uniform,
and
made a petite 5'2". Her breasts were selected to be C cup size; her hair
was
long, spiraled brunette; her eyes were green. When he was done "designing"
the appearence of his slave, he noticed how much she resembled his wife.
"I'll have to get that slut one of these maid's outfits," he thought to
himself. "I forgot how hot she can look."
Then he activated the scene and instantly found himself sitting in
a
high backed leather chair before a crackling fire. He was dressed in
equestrian attire, and held a riding crop. He smiled at the perfection of
the scene before him. This was going to be perfect!
"Gigi!" he bellowed, calling out the name he'd selected for his
slave.
"Come here, now!"
Instantly, the lovely demure creature he'd designed came scurrying
into the room, her skimpy attire revealing much of the luscious body
beneath.
Reggie's cock became larger than it had ever been before, his new size
surprising and pleasing him. "Kneel before me, whore!" Reggie commanded.
Gigi
quickly obeyed. Reaching out, he grabbed her breast and began gently
brushing
his hand across it. He pinched her nipple hard and enjoyed the pained,
surprised look that came to her face.
"Now, slut," he began very calmly. "I want you to unbutton my
pants,
take out my cock and lick it softly." She quickly obeyed. As the first
spurts
of his cum began to emerge, he grabbed Gigi's hair and forced her mouth
down
his shaft. As his orgasm subsided, he threw Gigi away, twisting her hair
and
throwing her onto the floor. "I'm going to like this." He sighed to no one
in particular.
"Oh will you?" responded a voice. Reggie opened his eyes to see
that
it was his slave, Gigi, who had addressed him. She now stood before him
without a hint of submission.
"Silence, slut!" he commanded. He swung at her face with his
riding
crop. The crop passed harmlessly through her, as if she was an illusion.
Gigi laughed cruelly. "You can't touch me, unless I permit it!"
she
spat at him.
Reggie rose and proceeded to discover that this was true, as
several
blows from his fists passed as harmlessly as the crop had. His rage
boiled,
but he was unable to take it out on this insolent bitch!
Gigi laughed some more as he strained to calm himself. "Oh,
Reggie,
you're making this more perfect than I'd dreamed."
"Who the fuck are you!?" Reggie demanded
"You self-centered bastard!" she laughed. "I'm your wife!"
"Okay, you fucking bitch!" Reggie roared. "I'll teach you to fuck
with
me like this! When you get home tonight, I'll beat your ass black and
blue!
You're gonna beg me for forgiveness for ruining my fantasy!"
"Oh, I don't think so, dear," she replied with a smirk. "I think
you'll be doing the begging from now on."
"What the fuck are you talking about, you cunt?" Reggie yelled
back.
"I'm talking about your future, dear," she replied in a mock -
serious
tone. "Things are about to change drastically in our relationship. You
see,
I've had enough of your abuse, and your free-loading. So I'm ending it."
"Fuck you!" Reggie snorted. "You're not leaving me! I'll hunt you
down
and kill you if you even try!"
"Oh, you're right, love," replied Sandra. "I'm not leaving. And
neither are you. You're going to stay permanently within the virtual
interface. And I'll call all the shots."
Reggie was unprepared for this remark, and stood in stunned
silence.
"You'll be well cared for at home, dear," continued Sandra. "In
fact
I'm having you hooked up to an I.V. and will pay for your physical
therapy so you never have to leave your new artificial world again. All
your
experiences within Virtual Reality are controllable, you see. And I hold
the
controls."
"No fucking way, bitch!" Reggie yelled. "I'll just take this
fucking
interface connection off myself. Then I'll beat you like you've never been
beat before!"
"Reggie, dear, how will you do that?" Sandra asked knowingly. "Why
don't you go ahead and try to get out. Go on. I'll wait."
Reggie moved his hands to the back of his neck, and felt nothing
but
his own skin. Where was that damned interface connection?! He shouted,
"Computer, I want out!" but nothing happened. After several more physical
contortions, and many more profane shoutings at the interface, Reggie gave
up trying.
"Now, dear, do you believe me?" asked Sandra, looking oddly
superior
though still wearing the frilly maid's costume. "I'm perfectly content to
wait longer, if you'd like to try some more. I've waited for this for a
very
long time, what are a few more minutes."
"You've fucking got me, bitch!" conceeded Reggie. "What the hell
do
you plan to do?"
"You mean your entrapment isn't enough?" Sandra asked in a
surprised
tone.
"HA!" laughed Reggie. "You stupid bitch! You've `trapped' me in a
world where I'm the fucking lord of the manor! Some revenge!"
"Oh my," Sandra replied, a smirk spreading across her face. "You
are
completely right! It wouldn't be much of a revenge if I left you as Lord
of a manor!" She broke into a cruel and knowing laugh.
"What's so god-damned funny?!" demanded Reggie.
"You have no appreciation for the amount of shit you're in!"
scoffed
Sandra. "Everything about your virtual environment is programmable! In
other
words, it's changable! And you have no control over it, idiot! I DO!"
Reggie's mouth opened for a retort, but no sound emerged. He tried
to clear his throat, but still no sound could come forth. Sandra laughed.
"What's the matter, oh great Lord-of-the-manor?" she chided.
"Can't
you bellow your orders anymore? You see, I control EVERYTHING here. Sit
Down."
Upon the order, Reggie's legs immediately gave way, and he found
himself seated against his will. When he tried to rise, his muscles would
not
respond.
A chair identical to the one he sat in appeared behind his former
slave, and she sat across from him. "Now I'll begin to further explain
your
situation."
The Virtual Revenge Chapter 2
by Tina Douglas
Reggie inwardly fumed, though his outward body seemed calm. Sandra
had
usurped control of his movement and speech as a demonstration of the
helpless
condition he was in. But Sandra could see that his will remained stubborn
and
strong. She decided a more dramatic display was necessary.
"Now, dear," she began, as a glass of wine appeared in her hand.
She
sipped it slowly as she continued. "A domineering bully like yourself
really
must be out of your depths when faced with such an uncontrollable
situation.
Even as I control your every action, you continue to plan about how to
escape
and `put me in my place.' Well, I suppose a further demonstration is
called
for."
With a snap of her fingers, Reggie's clothes disappeared. Naked
and
immoble, he sat before her. "Ooohh! What a large cock you have!" Sandra
gasped mockingly. "Really, Reggie, I don't think you'll have much use for
such
a large member anytime soon." Reggie stared in horror as his penis began
to
shrink. Soon it was no bigger than a child's.
Sandra walked over to Reggie and began stroking his tiny cock, as
he was helpless to do anything but watch. "Is that all you can manage?!"
teased Sandra. "Your fully erect cock wouldn't satisfy the tightest
virgin!"
Reggie merely watched as his stiff rod reached only a tiny 2" length.
Sandra's eyes lit up. "In fact, I have a better idea for that
little
pee-pee of yours," she said menacingly. "Put your legs over the arms of
the
chair," Sandra ordered, and his body obeyed. "I have a new surprise for
you."
Sandra cupped her hand over his penis and testacles, obscuring them from
view.
"And now voila! The monsieur is now a mademoiselle!" With that,
she
lifted her hand away to reveal a perfectly formed vagina where Reggie's
male
genitalia used to be.
"Oh, this is too good not to savour!" Sandra laughed. "I think
I'll
let you speak."
"You fucking bitch!" Reggie screamed. "Put that back the way it
used
to be! this isn't funny!"
"Reggie, darling, it's absolutely hilarious!" Sandra responded.
"Now
let me help you explore your new equipment." Sandra reached her finger
down
and began gently caressing the lips of Reggie's pussy. As new feelings
tingled through his body, Reggie's protests became more desperate.
"Please,
Sandra! I'll change. I'll do anything you want! Just stop this and change
me
back!"
"Oh Reggie, you're so adorable when you beg," Sandra teased. "But
I can guarentee that you WILL change and that you'll do whatever I want
right
here." Sandra continued playing with Reggie's increasingly wet pussy,
sliding
her finger in and playing with what remained of his penis, now a pefectly
formed clitorus. Reggie protested in vain, as Sandra held him frozen in
place.
Soon Reggie noticed his whining voice rise in pitch. Before he
could
complete his sentence, his voice had adopted the high register of a girl!
"Now what have you done?!" he cried.
"Darling, I justed wanted to hear you squeal properly when you
have
your first female orgasm," Sandra explained. The orgasm didn't take long.
Soon Reggie's body shuddered and his voice began to cry out involutarily.
Before he knew what was happening, waves of uncontrollable passion swept
over
him. The cries he emmitted were as primally female as any he'd ever heard.
Again and again, Sandra brought him to climax. Before long he was
begging her to stop and tears streamed down his face as the intensity of
the
orgasms overcame him.
Finally, it was over. Reggie closed his eyes and curled up into a
ball on the chair. Hardly noticing that freedom of motion had been granted
to him, he sat and wept.
When he opened his eyes, Sandra was sitting across from him, now
wearing the equestrian outfit he had worn earlier. She seemed much taller,
perhaps as tall as six feet, and the riding crop was in her hand. "Have
you
quite recovered?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Yes," he replied in his still feminine voice.
"Good," Sandra continued. "It was ridiculous for you to carry on
like
a wounded infant for having a simple mutiple-orgasm. Did it wound your
tender
male ego?"
Reggie glared at her in silence.
"Oh don't pout!" snapped Sandra. "Or I'll be forced to take
control
of your movement again. Is having a simple vagina such an indignity to
you?
Over half the world's population has one. But you've always been such a
domineering macho man, that you can't get over such a simple little change
toward the feminine. I've left you virtually your entire male physique,
yet
you insist on acting like the world has ended."
"Change me back!" Reggie shrieked. The indignity of his situation
was too much for him to bear. He jumped up from the chair and threw
himself
at Sandra. Before his feet reached the floor, he knew he'd made a mistake.
The room seemed to suddenly grow large around him. His balance went askew,
and
he fell to the floor.
When he rose again, he knew something was wrong. He was definitely
shorter than he had been. Probably about the height of his fantasy girl,
Gigi.
That would mean 5'2". He noticed that he was now clothed, but not in his
equestrian attire. In the pink French maid's costume! He was even more
horrified to discover his own ample cleavage spilling out of the bodice!
Rather than a riding crop in his hand, he held a feather duster.
"Now, my pretty darling," came Sandra's voice. "You can truly
taste my revenge!"
Reggie was grabbed by his wrists and pulled effortlessly across
the
room by Sandra's strong hands. Sandra now towered over Reggie by at least
a
foot, and outweighed him by probably over seventy pounds, and Sandra
seemed
to be growing even larger and more muscular. Reggie's body was now as
petite
and delicate as the fantasy girl Gigi's was supposed to have
been. Reggie was forced to his knees before the imposing form of Sandra.
The
situation he now found himself in was exactly the opposite he'd planned!
Rather than sitting in mastery over a beautiful and delicate slave, HE was
now the slave - kneeling before his master! Or was it mistress? He soon
discovered that it was to be the former, as Sandra's voice deepened to a
baritone, and a bulge appeared in her (his?) crotch!
Reggie looked up to see a muscular man where his wife had
previously
been! His dark brown beard concealed features which still hinted at a
resemblence to Sandra. "And now, my little slut," the baritone voice
rumbled.
"You will service my cock with that cute pink mouth of yours!"
Reggie jerked back, but was held from bolting by the man's strong
arm.
The man laughed, "Oh no, my pretty one! You'll stay right where you are!"
"Let go!" Reggie's tiny voice screamed.
The man simply laughed, as he easily lifted Reggie off the floor
and
pulled him over his lap. "I think you need another lesson," he remarked as
his
rough hand pulled down Reggie's panties. His other hand held Reggie's
hands
helplessly before him. Reggie's kicked his legs futilely trying to escape,
but the
strength of the man easily held him prone across his lap.
WHACK! The man's hand stuck reggie's exposed ass with stinging
force.
Reggie knew the blow wasn't strong enough to affect him normally, but his
new body was more sensitive, and his flesh more tender. After only three
more
blows, tears were streaming involuntarily down his cheeks. As the blows
continued, he found himself sobbing uncontrollably. The entire time, the
man
was reprimanding him, "You need to learn your station, little whore! I'm
the lord of the manor, and you are my slave!"
Finally, the blows ended. Reggie was still sobbing, and couldn't
find
the strength to move from the prone position over the man's lap. He just
lay there, weeping helplessly like a frail girl, and utterly humiliated
because he'd always seen himself as a strong man. The man's hands now
gently
carressed his red buttocks, and with each carress a sooting feeling came
over his pain.
As Reggie's sobs lessened, the man spoke. "There now, little one,"
he
said in a calm, deep tone. "I think you've learned your lesson. Who's the
lord of this manor?"
Reggie hesitated, but feared another spanking and replied, "You
are."
SMACK! An unexpected blow reopened Reggie's tears, and he emmitted
a loud sob. "You are always to finish your statements to me with, `my
lord.'
Is this understood?"
"Yes, my lord!" Reggie quickly yelped.
"Good," the man said. "And I will address you however I wish, but
you
must always respond. Is that clear, my pet?"
"Yes, my lord!" came Reggie's quick reply.
"Excellent," the man calmly assessed. "And now, slut, get on your
knees before me, and lick my cock! And be quick about it!"
Reggie hopped down to obey, his fear blinding him for the moment
to
his shame. But as he found himself on his knees, facing a man's large
cock,
tears of shame filled his eyes as quickly as the spanking had. The man
reached out and pulled Reggie by the hair, until his lips touched the tip
of the great purple member. The smell of manliness filled Reggie's
nostrils,
even as he closed his eyes to shield them from this horror.
"Start licking, bitch!" came the command from his "lord." Reggie
immediately obeyed. The tip of his tongue started out, licking the tip
lightly at first. His inner "machoness" screamed at him to resist, but his
still stinging buttocks urged him on. Suddenly, his pussy started to
throb.
Before he knew it, each lick of his produced a tingle of excitement in his
new feminine parts. From his clit to his nipples, each lick brought him an
intense, but brief thrill! As a result, and without noticing, his licking
began to get faster, and wilder! Soon his lips parted to permit the entire
hard organ into his mouth. The pre-cum that appeared on the tip, tasted
like
ambrosia, and only added to the pleasurable fire that was surging through
his body. Soon he completely lost his composure. He began to moan in
ecstasy,
and his sucking of his "lord's" cock became completely uninhibited. Loud
slurps came between the moans. And as the hot, salty cum shot into his
throat,
he had an earth shattering orgasm. But the cum tasted so wonderful to him,
that he slurped and swallowed every drop, still licking the tip as his
"lord"
withdrew from his face.
In a flash, he regained his composure, and the stunning fact of
what
he had just done hit him. His face turned crimson from embarrassment, and
he
tried to get up and run away. Unfortunately, his panties remained around
his
ankles from his spanking, and he sprawled to the floor.
Sandra's laughter filled the room, and he looked up to find her
sitting where the "lord" had been. "Oh you little cocksucking slut! You
were
adorable!" she mocked loudly. "Some `lord of the manor' you make! It's a
good
thing I had the forsight to correct the obvious error of your male
equipment.
The way you gave your `lord' a blowjob has convinced me that you were
destined to be a girl! And a subservient one at that!"
Humiliated beyond belief, he had no response for his wife. He just
pulled up his panties in an effort to spare himself any amount of dignity
he possibly could. He had no way of knowing that the tingles of erotic
passion associated with sucking the cock of his "lord," were produced by
Sandra's "programming." He was so shamed because he thought it was his own
reaction; that he'd secretly always wanted to play the serving maid to a
strong "lord."
"Well now, my prissy little thing," said Sandra. "I have to be
going.
I'll allow you the freedom to explore the virtual network on your own some
more."
Reggie's face lit up! He was free to leave this twisted fantasy
world! He could choose a male body for himself as he explored the network,
and tried to discover a way out! This bitch would PAY for putting him
through
this!
"I see you're happy to be granted some freedom," Sandra said
coyly.
Not wanting to give her any reason to be suspicious of his
intentions,
Reggie held in his rage, and simply nodded.
"Maybe you've already learned your lesson," Sandra continued.
"Maybe
I can release you completely."
Reggie tried to contain himself, but obviously brightened even
further at this suggestion. Sandra thought his smile would be particulary
embarrassing to him if he could see that it made his new feminine face
look
like that of a "bimbo," but she witheld her comment for the moment. She
was
savoring the experience of stringing him along.
"Well, I'll think about it," she said. "In the mean time, I'll let
you roam around the net. I'll be back to check on you soon." And Sandra
instantly disappeared before Reggie's eyes.
"How the fuck do I change my goddamned body back and get out of
here?" Reggie thought to himself. He walked around looking for another
"etch-a-sketch" to select his way to another part of the network. Now that
he was left alone, he allowed his rage to express itself. But he quickly
returned to being silent as the string of curses he unleashed reminded him
of the body he inhabited when the words came back to his ears in his new
girlish voice. He passed several mirrors in the great manor, and could not
help noticing the girlish sway of his hips whem he walked, and the
drop-dead
beauty of the body he now possessed. After all, it was designed to be the
most sexually attractive female he could picture. And now his own dainty
and demure appearence served to remind him of his previous degradation.
After an hour of searching, he gave up and flopped down on a chair
in frustration. "How do I fucking leave?!" he screamed aloud.
"Choose your destination or you may select from our catalogue,"
the
same pleasant voice he remembered from his initial experience on the
network
announced.
"About time!" he said, so pleased he forgot his annoyance with the
feminine sound of his voice. "Catalogue!" he yelled happily.
Instantly, the "etch-a-sketch" shaped catalogue appeared before
him.
He switched through several screens, but he couldn't seem to figure out
how to
get out of the "sex" section. Deciding he'd had his fill of Dominance and
Submission, he changed the catagory to "Online Cabarets, Clubs and
Discotheques." Within the subcatagories, he narrowed in on a 1930's style
club, called "The Falcon Club." It was described as a "Sam Spade" era gin
-
joint. Reggie figured he'd hang out, clad in a tough private eye persona,
and try to forget his earlier experience, while he tried to formulate a
line
of bullshit that would convince Sandra to release him. This club sounded
less sexually stimulating than most of the others, and he needed to
concentrate. Besides, he knew the "Online Clubs" were public programming.
Sandra couldn't fuck with his virtual reality body once he was in the
club,
without breaking several federal anti-hacking laws. He'd choose a male
body
before he entered, and he'd keep his male body when Sandra returned.
He selected a tough looking physique, with a scar and lots of body
hair, and pressed the appropriate word to enter the club. He heard a soft
*ping*, and then the automated voice announced, "Invalid persona selected.
Switching to pre-selected default." And then the room dimmed. Reggie
didn't
know what had gone wrong, and he couldn't remember picking a default
persona.
But he didn't have time to wonder, as the room suddenly brightened and he
knew he'd arrived at the Falcon Club.
The Virtual Revenge - part 3
by Tina Douglas
As his senses reoriented themselves to their new virtual
environment, Reggie knew something had once again gone wrong. Rather than
the smoky environs of the "Falcon Club" he'd intended to visit, he found
himself in the backstage area of some kind of show. But more shockingly,
rather than the body of a tough, scarred private-eye character, Reggie
found
himself adorned in a feminine frame once again. No doubt Sandra had anti-
cipated his destination and prepared this little surprise for him! His
eyes
quickly sought out a mirror and discovered, to his horror, that he looked
like a tall beauty out of a 30's era detective novel. He stood about 5'8",
had long auburn hair (in a Jessica Rabbit style no less!), had a
curvaceous
figure that he estimated at around 38", 24", 38", and was wearing a floor-
length silver dress, slit up to the upper thigh on one side and cut very
low
in the bodice. His makeup was lavishly overdone with cherry red lips,
smoke
and silver eyeshadow, dark blush displaying high delicate cheekbones. He
looked like... like...
With a start, he realized he looked like one of those sultry
voiced
gorgeous cabaret singers of the pre World War II era!! But no sooner did
the
realization hit him, than a husky man smoking a cigar draped a white
feather
boa around his shoulders and began ushering him toward the stage entrance.
Reggie tried to speak, but found he could not. "Just relax and let the
program
guide you, doll. You look sensational! Now get out there and dazzle 'em!"
As Reggie tried to resist his walk toward the stage, he found he
once
again had no control over his movements. He was trapped in a virtual body
locked into a pre-programmed sequence. While he could experience
everything
around him, he was powerless to change anything until the program ran its
course.
Reggie waked out onto the stage in a slow, sexy stride and stepped
up
to a radio-era microphone, a big-band sat directly behind him. In the
house
beyond, (he noticed he was in the Falcon Club after all, though not quite
as
he had planned) the lights dimmed. All eyes turned to the stage as the
music
began. Reggie momentarily panicked as he realized he didn't know the song
playing, and he was expected to sing. But his worries were soon over as
the
words came purring out of his mouth in a voice as sexy and feminine as any
of
the great female film stars of the era. As the song progressed, he began
to
move in a fashion so arousing and suggestive that he became excited
himself.
This only served as an unhappy reminder of his circumstances as he felt a
distinctly unmasculine reaction, noticing a hot wetness between his legs.
Though there was nothing "X" rated in his routine (Reggie thanked
God)
he had little doubt that every man in the audience got a virtual "hard-on"
from his performance. In a way, Reggie felt more exposed and humiliated
than
he had being spanked by his wife.
But soon the performance was over. Thundrous applause poured over
the
stage, leaving no doubt that, regardless of his circumstances, Reggie was
a
hit! Awkwardly, as soon as the last song ended muscle control returned to
Reggie's body. Fortunately, the subtlety of the performance program
allowed
him to continue to move in the same sultry way as before, though with the
ability to go where he wanted or override the program completely at need.
He had enough sense to continue to move as the deliciously feminine
creature
that had enticed the crowd, at least until he could get out of their
sight.
Reggie's predicament needs some explaining to those unfamiliar
with
the laws under which public virtual reality environments were regulated.
The
first public virtual environments were the playgrounds of the rich. They
allowed anyone with access to the enormously expensive virtual reality
equipment access to hundreds of environments, promising complete anonymity
and complete freedom to choose one's appearence in cyberspace. But as the
equipment became more affordable, problems arose. The promise of anonymity
was broken time and again, and virtual reality experiences were often used
to blackmail individuals who believed their true identities would be
protected
while they explored cyberspace.
This and other related circumstances led to the establishment of
federal laws which regulated the nature of the virtual reality network.
Public
and private environments were legally seperated in an effort to preserve
the individual freedom allowed by virtual reality. The Public virtual
environ-
ments (Pubs) were more heavily regulated with specific laws defining what
was
allowed and disallowed in the Public areas of cyberspace. The promise of
anonymity was outlawed, as it was too easy for programmers of the
environments
to break. It became entirely legal, however, for a Pub to ban alternate
appearences, in order to protect itself from lawsuits. (Such a club was
the "Falcon," in which Reggie found himself.) Though allowed the liberty
to
appear attired in whatever style desired, the body appearence (especially
the
face) was not allowed to be altered in these environments. Those desiring
to
experience life through another body had plenty of opportunities in the
private sections (not to mention the black market sections) of the virtual
net. This law was strictly enforced to protect the proprieters as well as
the
patrons of the Pubs from lawsuits, blackmail, and other previous abuses.
And now Reggie found himself violating this law, in a popular and
no
doubt carefully monitered Pub. A simple logon check would find Reggie in
violation of federal law. True, he himself had desired some slight
modifica-
tions in his appearence (a scar, more body hair) in order to "toughen up"
his
own appearence, but these slight bendings of the law, though technically
still
illegal, were generally ignored. A full-blown sex change, along with
modifying
height, voice, and nearly every other item of appearence was definitely
not
something that would be ignored if discovered. In addition to the
embarrasment
discovery would cause him (How were they to know he didn't *choose* to be
a
gorgeous chick?!), it drew a mandatory prison sentence along with a fine.
All this was running through Reggie's mind as he glided into the
back-
stage area again.
"You were terrific, babe!" the husky cigar-smoker greeted him. The
program isn't half that hot! You added those touches yourself! We ought to
have you back every night!" The man beemed, obviously happy with the
performance. Adding to Reggie's embarrasment once more, this man seemed to
be
under the impression that the sexy performance had been improvised, though
in truth Reggie had no more control than a puppet on a string.
But, maintaining his facade out of necessity, Reggie smiled and
thanked the man in his purring voice. The man was soon lost in the bustle
of
the backstage. Reggie found his way to the club floor, and wondered how to
get
out of here. He spotted the exit, and headed for it, figuring that it was
the
most logical possibility for how to exit the program.
Before he was even ten steps out from the back-stage, he felt a
hand
gently grab his arm. He turned, to find himself facing a handsome older
man
in a white dinner jacket and formal attire. He was invited to sit and have
a
drink. "Oh, thank you, but I'm in a hurry," he responded, as he pulled
away.
But this was hardly an isolated incident. The rest of his trip to
the
door was paved with ogling glares, whistles, several brushes and fondles
by
swift hands, and three more invitations to have a drink. Somehow, he
managed
to maintain his composure and smile good-naturedly at the unwelcome
attention.
On his way out the door, a doorman placed a white mink stole over his bare
shoulders and noticeably brushed his hand over Reggie's ample cleavage as
he
did so. But after that, he was out.
Never had the misty gray haze of cyberspace feel as cosy as it did
to
Reggie at that moment. The exit really did allow him to exit the program,
and he found himself in a limbo-like environment very similar to the one
he
had experienced on first entering the program. Unfortunately, his body
remained in the female form he was trying to avoid, but at least he was
out of
the sight of all those male eyes!
"That bitch!" he shrieked aloud. "I'll get even for all of this
somehow!" But exactly how was completely beyond his grasp. For now, he
could
do his best to hide his humiliation in one virtual environment or another,
until Sandra returned. Hopefully, he could find one Sandra hadn't
anticipated,
or left any more "surprises" in store for him.
First things first. He decided to change his appearence back to
his
own - MALE - body. "Computer!" he demanded. "Change my appearence back to
normal!"
"You must first select a destination environment," responded the
passionless computer voice. "Choose your destination or you may select
from
our catalogue."
"Catalogue!" he shouted annoyedly. The catalogue appeared once
again
before him. He scrolled through various screens, still unable to get out
of
the "Sex" area of the catalogue. He wracked his brain trying to think of
an
area he could escape Sandra's designs. Obviously the Public areas were no
barrier to her revenge. Maybe a Private area would be better. Of course!
Private areas were often run by independent programmers! If he found one
of
those, Sandra's company programmers might not be able to break in and
alter
the program! It was a chance he'd have to take.
Reggie's knowledge of the virtual network was very limited though.
He
tried to think if he knew of any independent programmers who ran their own
virtual environments. Suddenly, he remembered one! Dan Gallagher was an
old
college buddy he hadn't seen in years, but he'd heard that he now ran his
own
computer software company and operated just such an environment. What's
more
it was an adult, X-rated environment (since that's where most of his
college
buddies interests lied), so he could access it from the "sex" catalogue he
had before him!
He looked up Dan's name as a programmer on the sex catalogue, and
sure
enough, it appeared. His environment was called "L' Orgy Chateau." A
corny,
B-movie name, but Reggie recalled it ran right up Dan's ally. Was it worth
a
try? If Sandra was able to access Dan's environment (and Reggie didn't
know
anything about how such programming and networking worked) and control his
appearence there as well... it could prove particularly humiliating. The
last
thing he wanted to do was attend an orgy with his college buddy - as a
FEMALE!
But by now he was growing desperate. He was fairly certain that
Sandra
had more humiliation in store for him when she returned. Now was his only
chance to hide. She couldn't control ALL of cyberspace! Not even the
entire
federal government could do that.
Thus convinced, Reggie directed the catalogue to "L' Orgy
Chateau."
Once again, he was allowed to select his appearence. Hoping his last
experience had been a fluke, he selected a slightly younger, more muscular
and better hung version of his own body. He wanted Dan to recognize him so
he
could get his help in getting out of his predicament. Satisfied with his
selection, Reggie initiated his entry into "L' Orgy." To his great
pleasure,
no voice announced a "default" selection. He would enter Dan's program as
a
male!
Reggie found himself at the door of a large French chateau in a
country setting on a warm, sunny morining. He knocked on the door and it
was
promptly answered by a drop-dead sex kitten in skimpy French maid attire.
The maid reminded him of his own recent humiliating foray, but he brushed
this
thought aside as his confidence returned under his restored male physique.
"Oui, monsieur?" she asked coyly. "What is your business at our
chateau?" Her light French accent and enticing appearence provoked an
instant
hard-on, restoring Reggie's confidence even more.
"I understand there's a party," Reggie responded calmly.
"Oh yes, monsieur," the teasing maid responded. "The Master of the
house has a party every night! You have an invitation?"
This was unexpected. Of course the private areas of the network
were
just that - private. But many of them were open to anyone. Reggie didn't
think
that Dan's would be so exclusive.
"I'm an old friend of Dan Gallagher," Reggie offered. "I'm
dropping by
to surprise him."
"Oh, I see monsieur," the maid replied lightly. "Please come in."
Reggie was seated in a sunny parlor decorated lavishly, like the
manors where so many B-movie orgies took place. The maid informed him that
she woould inform "Monsieur Gallagher" that I had arrived, and wiggled out
of
the room. Reggie watched the wiggle closely, relishing the fact that now
he
had a body that could react to such a girl in a manly way. He stroked his
hand across his hard prick to reassure himself.
Shortly, Dan arrived in the room. He looked almost exactly as he
had
in college, though outside of virtual reality he could be fat and bald
now.
"Reggie!" he yelled his greeting. "How did you ever find me here? I
haven't
seen you forever!"
Reggie exchanged pleasantries and caught up on Dan's life.
Luckily,
Dan didn't ask much about Reggie. He didn't want to explain that his wife
supported him and that he was unemployed. Reggie was invited to the orgy,
of
course, and promised his pick of his two favorite babes to start off with.
The conversation seemed to be going very well, and Reggie decided to use
to
opportunity to find out a little about virtual programming, and maybe
discover
a clue about how to escape his wife's trap. He didn't want to reveal his
actual predicament to Dan, because it was too humiliating.
But as Reggie began asking about virtual programming, Dan became
more
guarded. Reggie tried to lighten him up with some jokes about Dan's
paranoia,
but though he laughed, Dan remained on guard.
Finally, Dan stopped Reggie's questions in his tracks. "Who the
hell
are you working for, Reggie?" The accusing tone in Dan's voice caught
Reggie
by surprise. Not wanting to confess his joblessness, he blabbered about
working for an accounting firm.
"Which one?" Dan asked, sternly. Now Reggie was caught. He
couldn't
even think of an actual name of an accounting firm. Dan interpreted his
silence as being something else, though.
"Do you know what I think?" he asked with a menacing glare. "I
think
you're a fucking corporate spy! I don't even know if you really are
Reggie!"
"Of course I'm Reggie!" Reggie offered. "We went to college
together!
I can prove it!"
"Even if you are Reggie, why are you suddenly so interested in my
business? Reggie hates computer programming!"
A tingling feeling was coming over Reggie, and his ears heard
static.
The room was swimming a bit, and going out of focus. All this prevented
Reggie
from formulating a coherent response. "Damn!" he thought, "Dan always was
a
paranoid bastard, but this is ridiculous!"
Reggie assumed Dan was expelling him from his virtual environment,
and returning him to the main network, but soon the tingling disappeared,
his
hearing cleared and the room came back into focus.
"What the hell was that for?" Reggie finally was able to ask.
"Just taking a few precautions, whoever you are," Dan replied.
"I'm
tracing your interface, so you might as well come clean with me. Who the
fuck
are you?"
Reggie's reply was interrupted by an overhead voice. "Line traced
to
point 23.410.AE.16.COM," there was a pause, "Astonishing Enterprises."
"Ever heard of Astonishing Enterprises, old buddy?" Dan asked
sarcastically. Of course Reggie had heard of Astonishing Enterprises. It
was
the company Reggie's wife worked for. But Dan wasn't allowing him to
explain.
"Okay, mister," Dan continued. "I have blocked your exit from this
program, so unless you have someone at your interface to log you off
manually
you're my softwear until your auto-logoff."
Apparently, Sandra wasn't the only one who could lock people into
the
virtual environment! Reggie had to think fast, and explain faster!
"Listen, Dan, let me explain!" Reggie stammered.
"You don't have to explain anything now," Dan retorted. "That line
trace taught me all I needed to know. I'm going to teach you and your
fucking
corporate buddies a lesson about spying on Dan Gallagher! You thought
you'd
pick up a few tricks about virtual programming, eh? Well here's a tip.
Don't
fuck with a programmer on his own program!"
Reggie was suddenly thrown across the room, smashing into the
wall. As
Dan advanced, the maid swiftly entered the room. Not even looking at
Reggie,
she announced to Dan, "Your guests are arriving."
Dan stopped advancing toward Reggie and turned toward the door.
Then
a cruel look came over his face. "Let them in," he ordered. "We'll be out
shortly."
"Well, Reggie," Dan said witha smirk, "Let's put our differences
aside
for the moment and join the party."
Reggie didn't trust his paranoid buddy, but he was left without
too
many options. "Alright," he agreed as he picked himself up off the floor.
"I'll go greet the guests," Dan continued. "You rest for a moment,
and
I'll come back to bring you to the party."
Reggie was left alone, but he felt very strange. At first, the
strange
feeling was intuitive, but soon he began to feel physically strange as
well.
He sat down to regain composure, but the feeling kept growing. Finally, he
noticed the cause. His body was changing once again!
He pulled his shirt up to see what he already suspected was
happening.
Sure enough, breasts were quickly developing on his chest, and the rest of
his
body was assuming feminine proportions as well. He ran across the room to
a
mirror, just in time to see the changes complete. He looked at his
reflection
and saw a cute blonde, about 5'4" with shoulder length hair, blue eyes and
D
cup breasts! To make it worse, his clothes quickly reshaped themselves
into
a satin and lace teddy of virgin white, while his pants became gartered
white
fishnet stockings and his shoes became 3" spiked white heeled slippers.
"This way boys," Dan's voice startled him. He wfirled around to
see
leading three other men into the room. "This little dish is kind of shy,
but
see if you can't warm her up a little and bring her out to the party."
With that Dan left, and the three lustful men approached Reggie.
To
his dismay, he recognized all three! They were all old college friends of
his!
This was turning into another nightmare!
As the three men approached, they began to disrobe. Reggie backed
away, but was quickly cornered by the men, who enjoyed the playfullness of
their quarry. Soon Reggie was confronted by three naked and very aroused
men.
"Listen, guys," he tried to explain. "You're making a mistake."
"Oh, no sweetheart," responded Alex, the most eager of the men.
"It
would be a mistake to let a little treat like you get away!"
With that, he grabbed Reggie by both arms, pinning them to his
side,
and kissed him deeply, his strong tongue delving deeply into Reggie's
mouth.
His protests were muffled as Steve and Curt, the other two, each grabbed
one
of Reggie's legs. The three of them carried Reggie to the couch, and one
of
them, Reggie couldn't tell which, unfastened Reggie's teddy. Soon he was
as
naked as the men, except for his stockings and garters. Alex was not
letting
up with his kisses, but his hands roamed all over Reggie's body. While
this
was happening, Steve and Curt were playing with Reggie's clit and
laughing.
In spite of himself, his pussy was soon very wet.
As he stuggled futilely against his ravishment, he wondered how he
could possibly escape.
The Virtual Revenge - Part 4
by Tina Douglas
"Hold on there guys!" Dan shouted as he entered the room. Alex,
Curt
and Steve stopped in their fondling and teasing of Reggie's dainty body,
but
forcefully held him down as they looked up.
"What the fuck for," Alex laughingly answered, allowing his hands
to
fondle Reggie's erect nipples as he talked to Dan.
"Yeah, Dan," offered Curt. "She's just gettin good and hot! Check
out this juicy little pussy!" he said as his fingers pulled Reggie's wet
vaginal lips open for display.
Dan laughed loudly at that. "I've got a little something special
to
tell you about this one, guys," Dan explained. "This little twot came in
here
earlier today and claimed to be our old college buddy Reggie. Remember
Reggie?"
Reggie's three former friends looked down at Reggie in stunned
silence. Finally, Steve offered, "Um... Dan. Reggie was a guy."
That set everyone into hysterical laughter. Except Reggie. He just
layed prone, pinned to the couch by three strong men, and shuddered to
think
what Dan was planning for him.
"Well, after all, this is virtual reality," Dan said as he calmed
down. "This little cunt came in here looking exactly like Reggie, and
tried
to get invited to our party tonight. But I found out that this little
bitch
was really a spy from another software company. Anyone here think Reggie
would presently be working as a corporate spy for a major computer
company?"
They all laughed again at that. "Shit," said Alex, "Reggie was a
good buddy, but he's probably a fry cook at McDonald's by now, the lazy
fucker!"
"That's what I figured," Dan replied, "But how can we be sure?"
They got a little bit more serious at this point, ignoring
Reggie's
seductively prone form as they conferred about ways to check Reggie's
identity.
Curt figured a line trace would identify the user, and Dan
revealed
that the line trace was registered to Astonishing Enterprises. A little
more
checking had revealed that Reggie was unemployed. A bit more - that
Reggie's
wife worked at Astonishing Enterprises.
In no time, all three of Reggie's other college buddies had
reached
the same conclusion: that this was a spy masquerading as Reggie, probably
aided by information Reggie's wife supplied about her husband's
personal life. Dan left the room to check one more detail out. "Have some
more fun with the cunt," Dan said as he left the room.
"Listen, Alex," Reggie pleaded, "this isn't what it looks like.
Let
me explain!"
"Oh sure, babe," Alex replied with a smirk, "Why don't you
explain.
Like what's your real name, and which of us would you like to fuck you
first?"
"No, listen!" Reggie begged, "I really am Reggie!"
"Stop guys!" Steve said. They reluctantly stopped their physical
teasing and turned to Steve. "I think this really is Reggie."
"Thank God!" Reggie gasped. "Now could you let me up?"
"Sure," said Steve, and moved to do so. But he abruptly stopped,
and
grabbed Reggie's wrist. "Wait a minute! Reggie still owes me ten bucks!"
he
said angrily to his two confused friends.
"What are you talking about, Steve?" Reggie asked, trying to pull
away. "I don't owe you anything."
"No way, Reg!" Steve said firmly, pulling Reggie's fragile body
closer. "You owe me my ten bucks, and I want it!"
"Alright!" Reggie cried, beginning to become frightened again,
"I'll
pay you, as soon as we get out of here!"
"Oh, no" Steve replied. "That's not soon enough! If you can't pay
now,
maybe there's some other way you can make it up to me."
Alex and Curt guffawed, as they witnessed the mind game come to
its
conclusion. Reggie, now seeing the setup, struggled frantically to get
away
from Steve, who's iron grip held him firmly in place.
"Now, now, Reggie old chum," Steve mocked. "A debt is a debt, and
it
must be payed."
Reggie shrieked as Steve forcefully turned him around and
proceeded
to bend him over. "This might be worth something to me," he said as he
slipped
his hard cock into Reggie's pussy. To Reggie's disgust and horror, his
female
body responded eagerly to the attentions it had received, and his pussy
was
very wet, allowing Steve to penetrate very deeply on his first thrust.
Steve
pumped away, forcing a gasp from Reggie with each stroke.
"Yep, this is doing the trick, buddy," he mocked. "I'd say this is
worth about... five bucks. Now how will we settle the rest? Do you have
five
bucks with you?"
Steve knew the answer, but forced Reggie to say no. "Then we'll
have
to figure this out." As he pumped away at Reggie's cunt from behind, he
waved Alex around to Reggie's front. Reggie turned his head in disgrace as
Alex's large member soon was held directly in front of his face. "Now come
on
Reggie. Be fair," chided Alex. "A good college man like yourself always
honors his debts.
With that, Alex grabbed Reggie's head with both his hands, and
forced
Reggie's mouth around his waiting hard-on. Now Reggie was being pumped
from
both ends. Though he struggled at first, he was too easily overpowered by
these two large men, and was soon obediently sucking and receiving the two
cocks as he was expected.
"Come on now Reg!" Steve mocked further. "You're loosing points! I
want you to show me how much you enjoy this, or else we'll have to find
some
other way to work off your debt. I know! Dan has a bondage room set up! We
could tie Reggie here up, and brand him, and whip him and shit on him..."
That was threat enough for Reggie. Ignoring his shame, he began to
really put on a show - moaning and wiggling in pleasure, only half
pretense.
He licked Alex's cock like a professional whore, remembering every
pleasure
point he had experienced as a man. He worked to muscles of his pussy to
really give Steve's cock the fuck of his life! In no time the two men
came.
Steve pulled his cock out and sprayed his hot cum all over Reggie's naked
back. Alex pulled out too, spraying his cum on Reggie's face and ordering
him
to lick it up "sexily." Doing his best, Reggie licked the cum from around
his
lips, smiling like he loved it, and wiped us the rest with his fingers,
sucking the cum from them with apparent relish, though inside he was
revolted
and shocked with embarrassment.
"That's a good girl!" Steve prodded, as he petted Reggie like a
cat.
"Fuck! After a ride like that I'm sure you're not Reggie, but I don't
really
care! No guy could ever learn to fuck and suck like that!"
"I'm back!" Dan shouted, as he burst back into the room. "And I
know
who this really is!" he gleefully stated. He grabbed Reggie by the hair,
and
dragged him around that way as he explained his new knowledge to his
friends.
Dan told the other men that he had placed a personal call to
Sandra,
Reggie's wife, to find out if she'd admit to having sent a spy. Sandra was
surprised by the call, but did some quick checking, and discovered that
a rival of hers within the corporation was spying to try and beat her out
of a promotion they were both in line for. Reggie was, of course, safe at
home, and hardly even knew how to turn a computer on. Reggie continually
tried to protest, but found that he could only make squeaking sounds, no
words would come out.
"And this," Dan said, forcing Reggie to straighten up for display,
"This is Sandra's corporate rival, Christie Anderson."
"I knew that was a real chick!" Steve shouted.
"Hell yes!" agreed Alex. "She sucked me off like a pro! No way a
guy
could do that! Especially Mr. Testosterone - Reggie!"
They all laughed at that. Reggie suffered their laughter in
imposed
silence. He was sure that he could convince them who he was, if they would
only let him speak!
"By the way, Christie," Dan said. "Sandra sends her warm regards."
The rest of Reggie's night was filled in a haze. He was led out to
the
orgy, gagged and naked, and offered to every man and woman in attendance.
The
only times the gag was removed was when his mouth was required for
servicing
a cock or pussy. He was forced to take as many cocks as he could handle at
one time, forced to perform cunnilingus, and forced to masturbate for the
amusement of the guests. His feeble attempts to resist were discouraged
early on by public spankings and other such humiliations.
Suddenly, it was over. Reggie found himself instantly transported
back into the familiar grayness of the virtual network; still on his back
from his most recent sexual encounter. Sandra stood over him, and mocked,
"That was about the stupidest thing you could possibly have done! Dan
always
was a paranoid asshole, but I would have expected even you to know that
you
couldn't escape me anywhere! I told you as much!"
Reggie slowly climbed to his feet, his feminized body still aching
from its long night. "I wasn't trying to escape," he muttered
unconvincingly.
"Cut out the bullshit, dear," Sandra shot back. "I know you
too well for that. You were trying to escape by enlisting Dan's aid. You
ought to know, dear, that I've considered all such possibilities. Let's go
somewhere more relaxing, where I can further explain your situation."
With that, the grayness of the network gradually formed itself
into
the solid stone walls and masculine decor of Reggie's original English
Manor fantasy. Once again, Reggie found himself clad in the frilly pink
maid outfit and dainty body of his fantasy girl, Gigi. And once again,
Sandra
appeared as a tall, well built bearded gentleman, this time clad in a long
morning coat, and Victorian attire.
"Fetch me a scotch!" Sandra's voice boomed.
"Sandra," Reggie's girlish voice protested, "please no more games
now."
Sandra grabbed Reggie, easily tossed him over his lap, and
proceeded
to repeat the humiliating spanking he'd experienced earlier. Tears
instantly
streamed down Reggie's face, though he strained to hold them back. Sandra
was amused, and enjoyed herself immensely as each spank caused Reggie's
pretty breasts to heave and his quickly reddening bottom to wiggle in a
vain attempt to dodge the next blow. After a short time, the blows
subsided.
Sandra's deep voice spoke softly over Reggie's sobs, "Now, now my dear. I
think you may have learned your lesson. Are you ready to behave as a
proper
little maid?"
"Yes," Reggie's voice wavered.
*WHACK* A spank brought out a new squeal of pain and humiliation.
"Yes WHAT, darling?"
"Yes, ma'am." He quickly replied without thinking.
*WHACK* Another blow brought new tears. "Do I have perky little
breasts like yours?" *WHACK* "Or a plump little rear like the one I'm
spanking?"
*WHACK* "Or a juicy little pussy like this one?" Sandra asked as her
finger
probed the seemingly perfect female genitalia of her erstwhile
husband.*WHACK*
"No!" Reggie sobbed.
"Then I'm not a `ma'am' right now, am I?"
"No, sir!" Reggie cried.
*WHACK* "But I'm not just some stranger either, am I? To be called
`sir' like someone you've just met?" *WHACK*
"No, MASTER!" Reggie nearly screamed. His now softer and more
tender
buttocks were throbbing with pain. His will thoroughly broken, he was
ready
to say or do anything to end the spanking.
"How quickly we forget our manners," the masculine form of Sandra
sneered. "I like `master' even better than `my lord.' Now get me a
scotch!"
"Yes master!" Reggie blurted automatically, and quickly hopped up
to
obey. He quickly dashed to the bar and poured his "master" a scotch, and
placed it on a small silver tray to serve.
"That's a girl!" Sandra complimented as her drink was served.
"I'll
make a decent maid out of you yet. Now kneel at my feet, and I'll explain
a little more about your situation."
"Yes, master" Reggie quickly responded, complying instantly with
the
command.
Sandra was amazed at how quickly and thoroughly she had broken
Reggie
from a domineering bully, to the demure little maid that now knelt at her
feet. Of course, it was only possible through virtual reality. But she
wondered if such training might be able to condition him for real life.
She
smiled as she thought of Reggie's male body attired in the pink satin maid
outfit, kneeling at her feet when she came home from work at night.
That would simply not do! Her neighbors could never mistake
Reggie's
hairy, pot-bellied body for that of a woman. But perhaps with some
cosmetic
surgery...
The thought would have to wait. She had more in store for him here
first.
"Now, little one," Sandra began, "I want you to know that the time
you spend as my prisoner here will be exactly proportional to the amount
of resistance you put forth. I plan to keep you here for at least one
week.
After that time, if I feel you've learned your lesson, I'll release you by
unplugging your real body from the virtual reality interface. However, do
not
doubt that I'll keep you here as long as it takes to see you truly change
your
whole personality. I've suffered your domination as long as I will, and
now
I intend to turn the tables. You will learn to obey my every whim, and
learn
to enjoy it. For that matter, you will learn to obey nearly everyone's
whim.
You will learn humility, and servitude. And you will learn EXACTLY how it
feels to be on the receiving end of the sexual abuse you've been dishing
out
for years. Do you understand?"
Reggie's mind was awhirl. Half of him wanted to jump up and
strangle
this bitch of a wife, regardless of the consequences. The other half
wanted
only to agree, make her happy, and avoid more degradation and pain.
Perhaps
it was the stinging of the recent spanking that swayed his answer toward
the
latter. "Yes, master," he said in a whisper, eyes cast at the ground.
But Sandra was not fooled. She knew that Reggie's will was far too
strong to be broken yet. But she continued her explanation.
"Any resistance will add time onto your imprisonment in the
network.
I have arranged for your real body to be perfectly cared for indefinitely.
Your couch-potato existance for the past several months has made it
virtually
certain that no one will miss you. Now do you understand and accept your
new situation, or is a further demonstration in order.
"No, master. I understand." Reggie responded, a bit hesitantly.
The hesitation was all Sandra needed to convince her that her
bullying husband still existed beneath the seemingly complacent composure
of
her "maid." She smiled knowingly as she thought of the surprises and
humiliations she had planned for him. Knowing that he remained unbroken in
spirit would make them all the more pleasant.
"Good. Then let us begin on a more positive note." Sandra stated.
"How would you like to go out for a drink?"
"Yes, master," Reggie responded obediently.
"Oh, no. That attitude won't be necessary for the time being,"
Sandra
replied, as her large masculine body quickly transformed again into her
true
feminine shape. "We'll go out for now as equals.
But everytime we return here, I expect you to adopt the same subservient
behavior. Now stand up, dear."
Reggie stood, still slightly smaller than his wife, as he remained
in
the "Gigi" form. Sandra looked him over closely. "Well, the body will be
alright, but the outfit will have to change." she observed.
"M..mm..may I speak?" Reggie asked fearfully.
"Of course, dear," Sandra replied. "I told you the subservient
demeanor was not necessary, FOR NOW." She emphasized those last words with
a
bright smile.
"Well, can I please have at least a male body for now? It doesn't
have to be my own."
"Hmmmm," Sandra voiced as she seemed to give his request serious
thought. "I suppose, since this is an attempt at a good-will gesture on my
part, we could reach a compromise."
Reggie brightened upon hearing this. His dainty female body alone
was
degrading to his macho ego, but the way it reminded him of his numerous
recent humiliations was almost too much to bear.
"I'll tell you what," Sandra continued. "I'll give you a tough
body,
one more fitting to your usual demeanor, if you promise to behave."
"I promise!" Reggie was quick to agree, anticipating his body
restored
to its familiar male physique.
"Alright, let's go." Sandra said, and the scene immediately
changed.
They soon were standing in a very dark bar, filled with leather clad,
tattooed
and dangerous looking people. Reggie was glad he'd asked for a male body,
because the guys in this bar looked like animals.
But as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the
bar,
he gasped...