Baubleheadz on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Shouldn't have Maid Her

Sun, 24 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Day 2.1 - Her Turn

Cassy woke up feeling fairly rested. She had been so tired that she had slept curled up, only turning occasionally. Each movement would remind her that she was a very happy sex slave, chained to her masters’ bed with a boat lock. The chain’s thickness was almost ridiculous, but it was in line with the extra massive metal collar she also wore. As she blinked her eyes open, trying to adjust to the beam of light that seemed focused just on her place on the floor, she saw two eyes blinking back at her. Amy looked like a kid in a candy store, or a kid waiting ‘patiently’ by their parent’s bed on Christmas morning. The amount of excitement in her eyes was almost ludicrous.

Shouldn't have Maid Her

Sun, 24 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Day 2.2 - His Turn

Cassy had to get the idea of what she would do at the end of the week—to get out of this mess—out of her mind. After all, she was only on day 2, and it was still morning, and she had only been fucked by one of them so far, and not fucked by the couple, and not done all of her chores.

Maybe some boring chores, led and controlled by the computer, would help her clear her mind and give her time to think.

Shouldn't have Maid Her

Sun, 24 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Day 2.3 - Their Turn

It was not even midday, and Cassy needed a nap, maybe she would sleep for a week and this would all be over then. Maybe they would come fuck her unconscious body. She would eventually wake up as herself again, wondering why she smelled like pussy and was full of cum. What a wonderful thought.

When Cassy woke, she was sore. She looked down at her body and there were lines showing where the rough pool ladder rungs had pressed into her skin harshly. The skin was not broken, but it was puffy and red in places. She had an ointment that would clear the swelling up instantly, but for the moment she wanted to pet the sensitive skin and let the pain remind her of her first time with her husband, for the third time in her life. She wanted him to remember this the way she did. It seemed only fair. How could she go through her life as she had planned? If everything went back to normal and they forgot, how could she pretend with both of them that nothing had ever happened between them? She was sure she would slip up at some point. She had never known how some women could cheat on their lovers. How did they have something so powerfully emotional in their life and not have it seep into their conversations and thoughts? Cassy could feel Cassandra as if she were a long lost person in her mind, maybe these cheating women compartmentalized their other loves like she had compartmentalized her different selves.

Shouldn't have Maid Her

Sun, 24 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Day 3.1 - Morning Wood

Cassy woke early, the computer setting off a timer in her head. She nuzzled back into her husband until he woke, then continued to nuzzle him with her ass until he woke enough to realize that he had a helpless sex toy bound for his use in his bed. It took him quite a while to get hard, but when it was, he pushed it into her and she pushed back. They didn’t move much. Mostly Cassy didn’t move because she was sore from last night from having her wrists bound above her head all night. Sleep would have been rough last night without the house’s help. Eventually his rocking hips slowed and his cock stopped slipping in and out of her as he fell asleep, and so did she. Again the computer woke her. Like a snooze alarm. She knew that she was supposed to get him to unbind her without asking. So, she nuzzled him again, got him hard again, he slipped into her, fucked her a couple more times, then passed out. The third time he woke up he went to get the bean, unbound her arms, smacked her lovingly on the ass, and gave her permission to, “go fuck herself.” He thought he was funny, and she had to admit she did enjoy the pun, he was not being rude to her.

Shouldn't have Maid Her

Mon, 18 Apr 2022 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1.2 - Evening

Cassy could only think about what had just happened to her, in her own master bedroom, with her own husband, and her housemaid. Distracted, she had not realized that she was walking. She had not noticed that she had had to turn her body sideways to proceed slowly down two flights of stairs, one slow step at a time. She hadn’t felt the pain that the insanely high heels she was wearing were causing her. She didn’t notice when she had just entered her new room in the basement, but she did notice how bare and lonely it was without Amy or her husband. She had a fleeting thought of fucking the bed again, simply to stave off her impending boredom. Her libido had not been sated even after two powerful orgasms today. First things first though, she needed to get these ballet heels off before she tore a muscle.

Shouldn't have Maid Her

Wed, 03 Mar 2021 00:00:00 +0000

Day 1.1 - Morning

Cassandra woke, disoriented. Was she even supposed to remember why she was waking up on the warm floor of the mansion’s server room? And why was she wearing the maid’s uniform? She had a splitting headache, her body was sore from laying on the hard floor, and her mind was thick with fog. The first thing to do—she felt—was to check on the maid. After all, she was wearing the maid’s clothing, and it was the only clue she had to go on. Cassandra’s mind just felt empty, but she had a goal. She was having difficulty remembering much more than her name at the moment; maybe her mind would clear up by the time she trekked the short distance to the maid’s ‘private’ room. Cassandra tried to think back to her last memory, but her mind just got foggier the harder she tried.

Three Very Different Experiences

Fri, 28 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Rodrick: had always wanted to provide his wife with her every fantasy, and he had done well with all but the most difficult three over the years. Today though he was going to change that for their relationship. It had not been easy getting all the pieces of the plan that he needed, but he did work for the company that manufactured the majority market share of Stem Tech, also a good bit of personal research, and a big chunk of cash had gone into the other part of the plan.

Surprise for My Husband

Mon, 24 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

My name is Misty, and I wanted to tell you a story about the 5th wedding anniversary present that I gave to my husband last weekend. My husband was going to a football party, and uncharacteristically I stayed home for a little “time to myself.”

To tell you a little about me, I’m not model quality, but let’s just say that none of the guys mind me walking around the football parties and barbecues in my shortcut summer shorts and tight cut-off cotton shirt. On another note, I love bondage, and I love being tied up. I’ve even played around with self-bondage for years, even before I met my husband. Luckily for me, my husband loves tying me up now and then. I have spent more than one weekend as his little slave pet. He makes me do all my chores, mostly naked or with bondage slave gear on. He sits around watching games, occasionally calling on me for “special chores.” He makes me get him beers, give him a lap dance, get him food, and if I’m really good, he’ll make me give him a blow job, or he’ll mount me quickly during a commercial. I love the casual dominance he has over me on those rare weekends. In our ordinary life he really knows how to treat me like a proper woman, but on these weekends he really knows how to treat me like a sex toy or slave in just the right ways.

Soul Mates

Thu, 20 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Natalia Forrest didn’t even see Mark coming. Witches and Warlocks could sense each other from miles away… as it was, Natalia was keeping tabs on about ten others in the area, none of which were any kind of a threat to her, she was much more powerful, and would be on guard if any of the others got closer to her. Natalia was recently single, having been “dumped”, per se, by yet another man that didn’t love her. It always started the same, she was attracted to men with no magical powers, she was always worried that someone of her ‘kind’ would try to take advantage of her power instead of her body.

Silent Auction

Mon, 10 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Brian was a little surprised about the party he was at, for once he was actually at a loss for why he was even attending. It was not the price tag, though even that number would have been impressive to see; there must have been a wait staff of at least twenty caring to the needs of the guests. That was not even considering the poolside area had three separate bars staffed with a bartender or two at each, there was a BBQ run by some expensive chef that Brian had actually not heard of. Everywhere you looked there was food, drinks, and live entertainment. Brian himself had funded parties like this for birthdays and such, but this was supposed to be some kind of poolside auction.

Misfortune's Bracelet

Thu, 06 Feb 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 - Introduction

On our drive home from a nice evening out my wife said, “I want to lose control… really, really lose control” This - coming from the mouth of my wife of ten years - was more than a bit of a surprise to me, but it was Christmas time and I wanted to give her everything she could ever want in the world.

Basically, my wife and I had a great relationship. Yeah, yeah, you’ve heard all this before, but this relationship was perfect from the start. Real good old-fashioned ‘love at first sight’. Life was perfect. No arguing, well nothing that could count as a good argument at least. The sex was great, fantastic to be accurate. But you don’t want to hear about that, so I’ll get on with my story.

Lorna's Doll

Sun, 26 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

My neighbor Lorna was a friend; a better and worse friend who had always been there for me. We had known each other long enough to see each other through more than a few bad breakups, each. Lorna knew my love life and how lonely I was.

So, a few days before I received her ‘gift’ in the mail the two of us had been chatting drunkenly about each of our loneliness and lack of sex lives. Drunk as she was she had offered her body to me in sympathy, but being the ‘nice guy’ and her being drunk, I didn’t feel like I could take her up on it. She pouted a bit, but the evening was not ruined by my rejection, she seemed to understand, though I could tell she was a little sad.

Nylon Enclosure

Mon, 20 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

She was usually such a “good girl.” But sometimes, she enjoyed a little naughty kink. And when she did, she was a really, really good girl…depending on how you looked at it.

When she was at her naughtiest, she enjoyed playing with her nylon collection. She had a lot of different nylon items, and a bunch of it was typical. Though she only had the highest quality nylons, and she wore these “normal” ones quite a lot in her “normal” life.

Choker

Thu, 16 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Bubble Bath

Wed, 08 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

A few hours ago I was taking a nice calming bath, letting myself relax and sink into a warm bath. One of my girlfriends had given me a bubble bath that she said I would really enjoy. The liquid bubble bath had turned the water milky white, and totally opaque, then after a few minutes, as instructed I added the pink powder to the bath and the bath turned to what looked like lightly flavored strawberry milk. It smelled like strawberry milk too. Next I put on the swim cap she had given me to protect my hair and submerged myself fully in my 6’ soaking tub. The only part of my body that was out of the water was my face. She had told me to lay in the bath and get myself fully under the water leaving on my face above so I could breath and relax and enjoy the soft skin effect that it had. She had also told me to lie completely still and to get in a comfortable position so that I was not straining to stay under.

All Dolled Up

Sat, 04 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

Ron noticed a glimmer of blond hair next to his pool in the backyard through a small opening in his living room window shades. He darted outside to see what was happening, and there on the ground was Mrs. Thompson. Laying down in a very strange position on her side, almost like if someone had thrown a stiff mannequin on the ground and it was propped up by its extended arms and legs. Shocked to see that Mrs. Thompson had fallen in his backyard Ron ran over to her to help, more shock was soon to follow as his mind registered the fact that her very shapely body was bare naked.

Dolly Syrup

Wed, 03 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000

When the ‘costume’ came in the mail, she had opened the tiny box right away. She actually rather liked how small the box was; making it look like the item inside was insignificant, but to her, and her husband, it would mean so much. It might have been the most simplistic costume she had ever bought. She would never have ever worn this costume to a party for one simple reason. Yet, she was expecting to have quite a lot of fun wearing it.

Self Bondage Vignettes

Thu, 14 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000

This collection of vignettes contains a shameless plug of my Patreon page. I will continue to post some stories to free sites like this - I love contributing to the community. Please enjoy these vignettes as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing them with you. You can support me and find more of my writing (in several genres) at https://www.patreon.com/Baubleheadz

Vignette: Poke-her Night (Week) Sbf+; bond; basement; naked; chains; prize; game; sexslaves; cons; X

Transformation Vignettes

Sun, 20 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

This collection of 6 vignettes contains a shameless plug of my Patreon page. I will continue to post some stories to free sites like this - I love contributing to the community. Please enjoy these vingnettes as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing them with you. You can support me and find more of my writing (in several genres) at https://www.patreon.com/Baubleheadz

Vignette: Weekend body swap (Transformation, Body Swap, Mind Control, Romantic, Sex Change) MF; transform; M2f; FF; mind-control; lesbian; desire; rom; cons; X

Forniphilia

Wed, 11 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000

You really hated these stupid themed parties! But how else was a woman such as yourself supposed to mingle with the type of people that would move you up in this world unless you joined in their stupid games. Last week it had been a BDSM party and you had been forced to hire a young little slut to play the part of your “bottom” so that you would be considered a “top” at that party. After all, this kind of crowd automatically assumed you were a “bottom” if you didn’t show them your metal, or in that case, bring them your “slave”. It had ended up being not a completely uninteresting night, you had experienced some pleasure, and you had mingled your way a little higher on the food chain, partly thanks to the wonderful “performance” of your hired helper.

Vignettes: Doll Transformations

Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Vignette: Tammy the Realtor FFM; F/f; flirt; majick; spell; stiffen; revenge; transform; bodymod; bimbo; sextoy; desire; cons/reluct; X

Tammy the realtor stood stock still, unable to move even the slightest, while her customer looked her up and down appraisingly. Tammy had been a bit too flirty with the woman’s husband and she was now regretting it, although in her opinion it had all just been in good harmless fun! But now Tammy could see a mixture of anger and triumph on what’s-her-name’s face in front of her. She had not even bothered to learn the name of John’s wife while she had flirted with him. Tammy could move her eyes and that was it, but she could feel that her body was stiff like a mannequin, unmoved by her internal pleading. Tammy watched in horror as the woman came closer and poked her fingers into Tammy roughly in a few places, like she was checking the quality of a steak in the market or something. With each touch, Tammy could tell that her skin was still soft and bouncy to the touch, as usual. Tammy saw a flash of bright pink envelop her entire body for a moment, and when it passed she could see down to a bright pink top covering her breasts where only a moment earlier it had been a more classy business gray.

Jump the Fence

Wed, 21 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Moving to a new neighborhood was hard, of course any move was hard, but jumping the fence into the neighbor’s yard late at night when they were not home to use their Jacuzzi was easy. Jessi didn’t even hesitate to jump the fence she was just that kind of carefree kind of gal, and she didn’t really think they would mind even if they did catch her, the man of the house had seemed like a nice guy for the 10 seconds that she had met him as she was trying to organize and manage her moving crew. Jessi just wished she had had more time to talk to him, she liked to know her neighbors. Plus her muscles were killing her from the stress of packing and unpacking, and the long drive from out of town. She wondered if this guy had kids, she would not have guess that he did, it was just a hunch, but now that she was seeing his pool she was reconsidering her hunch. The pool was filled with weird toys all over the place. Most of it looked like blow up pool toys, and most of them were in the shapes of bugs or the occasional bird, lizard, dog, or cat. Jessi had to assume that toys like this belonged to a little boy so she refrained from her original plan to strip out of her bathing suite and use her birthday suite instead. It had been up in the air until seeing the toys but she now had the answer to her earlier question: No, she would not get in the mood to take the “little man in the boat” on a whitewater rafting trip on one of the water jets from the Jacuzzi.

Simple Enough

Sat, 03 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Amie had a simple enough plan, but first she needed to prepare herself. Wanting to feel sexy, not just look sexy Amie stepped in front of the full length mirror in the master bedroom. She slowly and seductively removed her work clothes trying to excite herself by imagining what her husband must see when she strips for him like this. Amie looked at her shoulders as they were exposed and took note of her perfect skin. As her pert supple breasts popped out of her silk blouse she caressed her stiff nipples that were aching from the stimulation of the day (no bra today, in anticipation of tonight, though she had a nice jacket on all day to hide her excited nipples from the world.)

Not Knowing can be Dangerous and Fun! Part 3: Second Bauble - Their Experience

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Not Knowing can be Dangerous and Fun! Part 2: Second Bauble)

Part 3: Second Bauble - Their Experience

I had to admit to myself that I was getting really turned on, not just seeing myself in that situation, but I really wanted to taste him, I wanted to taste his skin, my own skin. I wanted to lick my own pussy and suck on my own nipples that now resided on his body. I grabbed up the remote to the vibrator and set it to on, and left the room to get my husband’s ring from downstairs. Coming back upstairs I set his ring down on the bed stand. By time I had rejoined him, I could tell he was almost to orgasm and I shut off the vibrator again, and caressed my hand down his foot. Still in my own body I got onto the bed between his ankles. I could smell my own sex and I could not tell if it was his or mine. All I knew is that this woman’s body was mine, literally it was my body, but I mean to say that she was mine for the taking, my toy.

Not Knowing can be Dangerous, and Fun!

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: First Bauble

Dear Emporium Shop Owner,

Here is account of my experience as you requested.

The marble you gave me manifested a garment for my wife and my pleasure. I lay on the bed, naked, watching my wife holding the garment to her skin. When its impossibly thin and improbably silky texture touched her chest her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs wobbled slightly threatening to make her fall again. You could tell by watching her body react that even the merest touch of the cloth on any part of her sent waves of pure pleasure coursing through her body. I wanted to jump up and help her whenever I saw her will waver but my wife had foreseen this and warned me not to come close to her while she mustered herself to put on the garment. She had said that if she knew I was close or so much as saw me in the mirror that it would probably be enough to break her concentration. She also mentioned that if I touched her to steady her she would probably instantly break down in an orgasmic heap on the floor. I didn’t see a problem with this but she scowled at me knowing what I was thinking, she was after all determined to get the garment on so we could enjoy it together. Whatever it was.

Plant(ed) 5.08 – Expert Seduces

Sun, 12 Oct 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Plant(ed) 5.07 – Expert Courier)

Plant(ed) 5.08 – Expert Seduces

My Queen’s commands to seduce my “husband” practically fell on deaf ears. Not because I was planning on refusing her, but because I was daydreaming of how I was going to do it the entire time she spoke. I was happy to be home resting on the couch at last after a grueling day of dragging around what felt like 50 lbs of eggs in my womb and ass, standing naked in the lake waiting for the “glue” to loosen up so I could “birth” the eggs, and getting home to cleaning myself up and trying to get the last bits of the now liquefied glue out of my body.

Choker

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 00:00:00 +0000

I heard my husband Ron come home from his trip to the strip bar. I had sent him there alone as a birthday present. I knew it was him because he was whistling a happy song as he came in and walked up behind me while I prepared some potatoes over the sink. I felt him press his chest into my back and I could feel his raging hardon pressing into my lower back. As my husband reached around my neck I could feel something silky soft being placed on me as a “snap” sound resounded from the clasp of whatever he had just placed on me. “Honey your dream has come true. Remember that guy I told you about that does magic tricks on stage with the strippers? Well I got to talking to him and I told him about your secret desire to be a sex slave, and the difficulty you have role-playing as one. I told him how you want to be out of control and to be made to do anything you are instructed to do without thinking twice. Well for $20 he gave me this silk necklace that I just put on you, and it’s magical!”

Copy

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

I want you to know up front that I’m telling you this first story so that I can tell you a better one later. My husband had warned me that this next session was going to be a special one. Normally when he says something like this I just assume that it’s going to be a new adventure only slightly out of the ordinary, but this time there was something more wicked in his voice.

Copy

Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Blob's Story

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Don’t ask me how I did it, but through some totally freak electrical-something-mixeduped-ness I was able to watch some YouTube from the future! I was sitting at home browsing YouTube searching for they keywords “mind control” when I felt a weird tingling all over my body, the hair on my arms stuck up without goose bumps and the computer monitor went wonky for a moment. The way I know the videos must be from the future is hard to explain.

Blob's Story

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 00:00:00 +0000

Plant(ed) 4 - Cactus

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Plant(ed)3: Fair Warning)

Plant(ed) 4 - Cactus

When me, my wife, and Sandy all got back home from our adventure to the meteor crash site we spent a few days learning about each other as friends and as lovers. Sandy quickly became a part of the “family”. My wife loved having her around, the two of them got along like best friends and yet both of them seemed to have an uncanny ability to please each other. Knowing that my wife is very suggestible ever since her experience with her first plant, I would have had half expected to have to “tell” her to accept Sandy as our pet/slave/lover, but she actually did it on her own, and I really didn’t have a say in the matter (since I didn’t need to).

How I learned to Love my Enemy

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

This story is about my beloved, my soul mate, my… well wait I’m not even sure if I can have a sole mate like this, and to tell you the truth love is not what I desire anymore? Anyways back to the story, a simple one since my brain is not what it used to be, needless to say you’ll understand why soon enough. It started as a normal story; I was in a business trip trying to work out a cooperative deal with my arch rival in the nano technology sector. I said that if we worked together we could monopolize the entire industry. Neither of us would be bought out by the other so a cooperative venture was the only way to solve our problems. I had the mass manufacturing technology he needed and he had the advanced technology I needed. Both of us were well on our ways to solving these problems for ourselves but we could win out the entire market if we worked together. At the end of one grueling day of arguing we came to a pact and signed two agreements that would allow each of us to send an engineer as an “ambassador” to the other company. We laid out all of the details so that we had ourselves well protected so these engineers could communicate in such a way as to figure out whether or not we could even work together at all. We each signed the other’s version of the contract and we retired for the day. Taking my victory and my contract up to my room I set out to take a long hot shower and relax. When I got to my room I found that it was empty except for a note on the bed informing me that I had been upgraded to a suite as a thank you by the other company’s CEO. Suspicious about this I made a mental note not to discuss anything proprietary over the phone in my suite, and make sure that if he sent up any women that I would send them away. No way was I letting him catch me with my pants down, on video with some whores or blabbing a secret over the possibly bugged phone. Not being a modest man though I didn’t care if he saw me naked so I stripped down and went right for the shower. I took a mental note of the room, there were chocolates (I would not be eating), a basket of fruit from the hotel (that I also didn’t trust), and in the bathroom there were some bottles and such in another basket with expensive lotions such that any woman would love to use. This basket I didn’t even take a second thought about since I would not need to be suspicious of stuff that I would not use anyways. I turned on the shower and took a piss while waiting for it to heat up. Standing there I noticed that all of my toiletries had been laid out and I wondered to myself if I should even use any of them. I never did trust this guy not to play some nasty trick on me, but an upgraded room (handled cautiously) was not something I wanted to forgo on just suspicion. I got into the shower and started with my hair. I used the shampoo on my armpits first, just to make sure that it would not be dying my skin or hair a weird color. Satisfied it was safe I applied it to my head, lathered, rinsed, etc. My hair felt tingly, just like a good hair commercial tells you it should feel, but then I noticed something different. I started feeling my heart race some and I got a hardon that I had not expected. I quickly flipped over the bottle and there on the back was a little note: “Sorry, could not help showing off one of our newest formulas; a kind of an aphrodisiac that unfortunately works just on men, enjoy. All of our aphrodisiacs only last about 1-2 hours, so no worries mate.” I grabbed the soap bar I had placed in the shower and began soaping my hair hoping to get as much of its effects out quickly. No way was I letting him catch me with my pants down. If anyone knocked I simply would not check the door, in case he sent up some bombshell women or something devious like that. Continuing on with my shower I lathered up my bar of Irish Springs soap and continued to clean myself. I found it harder to think and realized that the formula they had come up with was surely a very powerful aphrodisiac. As I cleaned myself I started to notice my own body’s curves and imagined the feeling of my hands feeling up a hot woman. As I got more enthusiastic in my minds eyes I could almost feel myself as a woman, though I knew I was not. I had always imagined what it would be like to be a woman for just 24 hours, but in this shower, every time I reached down between my legs I was reminded that I was still 100% male. I never actually wanted to BE a girl, but I would not have minded stepping into a woman’s body for a few hours, do a little exploration. Still lathering myself, enjoying the feeling of the curves of my body (pretending in my head that I was temporarily in a woman’s body) my mind got away with it’s self and I started to notice that even the bar of soap started to feel less pillow shaped and more and more female shaped. I opened my eyes for the first time in probably 10 minutes and saw that the bar of soap was actually shaped like a woman’s body from knees to neck. With the aphrodisiac still fogging my mind, I really didn’t take notice that the fact that soap does not change shape on its own. I realize now though that this woman shaped soap had been inside of the bar of soap the entire time and I had just “cleaned” off the softer soap around it. As I lathered more I started to see other changes. My body was also taking on more and more the shape of a woman, I still had my man bits, but now I also had small breasts, my waist was a lot thinner and my hips had spread out. In a blur in my head I had two sides of my conscious talking. One saying I should stop now, and the other saying that I could finally get to experience the daydream of a lifetime. That second side also compelled me to continue due to the fact that the bottle had said, “All of our aphrodisiacs only last about 1-2 hours, so no worries.” Even one hour as a woman would be awesome I thought to myself. Compelled to see this through now I lathered up with vigor and the body changes came more quickly. My breasts grew tremendously, probably since I just could not stop playing with them, they were the most sensitive they had ever been. My nipples changed and became more feminine, and they felt fantastic. At one point I opened the shower curtain to look at myself in the mirror but the mirror was fogged over. I knew that I was not done because I still had my man bits but I would take care of them soon enough with a good “rubbing”. I stepped out of the shower and wiped off the mirror. Shock gripped me in so many ways my mind reeled (not that the aphrodisiac had not helped with that). I saw all at once the amazing sight of my body as a female, my face still being my face, and man bits sticking straight out between my legs. What an odd site. I hopped back in the shower quickly, not really wanting to look at this transvestite version of myself much longer. I lathered my face for a while and could feel the changes happening right under my fingertips. I could tell quickly that I was going to make a stunning woman. Now working on my neither bits I lathered them up and started stroking hard. I was in such a fit of passion and I wanted to get off so bad. As I stroked with my right hand I fondled my balls with my left. As I was coming closer and closer to orgasm I felt my manhood start to slip away from my grip, shrinking into my body along with my nuts. Frantic to get off I used just my thumb and pointy finger to try to stroke the last bit of me I could reach, but soon I found myself stroking a clit. It felt like the male orgasm I had been building was slipping away from me, but a female orgasm was just starting. I realized that the two orgasms must not have been compatible with each other, so they didn’t build upon each other. Instead I came down, way down, as my man orgasm shrank away to nothing, I found to my dismay that my woman excitement had JUST started. I would have to start from scratch, and I would enjoy every breathtaking second of it! I got out of the shower and checked every inch of me that I could see to make sure that I had not missed a spot. I was a smoking hot woman, head to toe, well except that I had really short hair. The soap had not had an effect on that. I still felt like me, I was not thinking differently, well I should say that I was not thinking more like a woman, and I was still under the influence of the shampoos effects. This led me to believe that the change was only superficial, since the aphrodisiac was only supposed to work on men. No matter, I was going to have some fun! I spent probably 10 minutes alternately sitting on the toilet fondling myself, and standing up at the mirror looking at myself. A thought crossed my mind that it would be ecstatically pleasing to rub massage oil all over my skin, especially since I could feel my skin drying out after the shower. I figured that I might not have much time left to spend like this so I ripped open the basket of lotions and such to find the massage oil I had seen on the way into the bathroom. As I pulled out all of the various tubes and bottles of feminine products I saw a piece of folded paper just above a layer of fancy tissue: “You probably are enjoying yourself immensely by now if you have found this note, so if I’m right you will be reading this from a ‘different perspective’. All of the products in this basket are beta versions of the technologies that we have. These are much like the products we want to mass produce on your manufacturing equipment. If you read each bottle you’ll find a wide range of products from de-aging creams, specialty sensual sun/massage oils, some erogenous zone stimulators, and other history making products. Below the tissue are some gifts from me to you. These are not our products, but they are the products of a small company we acquired about a year ago, they are really amazing produces so you’ll find them appealing to your temporarily ‘different perspective’. They are capable of an interesting trick though, so I suggest that you try them ‘all at once’. Oh, and if you want there is a wig under the cabinet under the sink.” I lifted up the tissue paper and found three bright blue items. Lying in the bottom of the basket was what looked like an anal plug and two dildos. One was straight and had a miniature embossed pussy stamped into the flat base of it, and another curved one that had an embossed stamp of a pair of lips and a nose on the bottom. The lips one was shorter and looked like it would rest comfortably in the mouth but fill the mouth while holding it open somewhat wide. The last toy had a picture of an anus embossed on the flat bottom of it. Taking my attention back to the tubes and bottles I sifted through them deciding what ones I wanted to try. I chose the massage oil designed to make the skin more sensitive, the clit stimulator that was supposed to make it feel like someone was actually stroking the clit, and an anal lube that looked unspectacular. I applied the massage oil all over my body, making sure not to miss a spot, and being safe for the face I applied it all over my head. It felt so good I even used it in my short ‘guy hair’. After my scalp was covered with the oil I went into the cabinet and fished out the blond wig and fitted it on. I now looked the part of a world class stripper. As I had applied the oil to my body, it seemed to change my skin some, a few seconds delay behind where I was applying the oil the skin tensed up some and had relaxed looking more resilient and having a sheen to it. The skin had the healthy look of a nice light body oil, but the oil had soaked in and left no oily trace of it to the touch. When I was done I went to the bed with my three sex toys, the anal lube, and the clit stimulator. I lay on the bed spread eagle and played with my body lightly. I wanted to get myself off as a woman so I started trying to figure out exactly how to work my new ‘buttons’. The guy approach didn’t work, just going straight for the gold just made me over sensitive. Although I was fairly horny, I guess all of my activities oiling myself up had cooled my fire. So I lay there, lightly touching myself, feeling the tingles of pleasure rush from where my fingertips teased and spread all over my body, then the waves of pleasure would converge on my sex. Soon I was thoroughly enjoying myself and I could feel myself getting wet between the legs. I didn’t want to rush anything though so I spent some time just on my nipples before moving on. Picking up the lube and butt plug I gingerly tested how it would fit, the plug was large but it seemed that this body didn’t mind and with only a small amount of resistance it slid right in. I tested squeezing my butt on it and realized that the button to turn on and off the vibrations was controlled by a sphincter squeeze. The first time it had vibrated it had given me a bit of a shock and a girlish squeak came out of me that startled me even more. Considering I thought the transformation was just superficial it did seemed to have at least altered some internal structures. Turning the plug off I decided that it was finally time to delve into my sex and find out just what having a vagina felt like. Feeling with my finger tips around my sex was exquisite. I thought I would pass out just from my own touch. The oil must have really sensitized me. As my fingers circles came closer and closer to my hole I felt more and more the desire to be filled, to have something inside of me. I didn’t know if this was the woman side of me or my male curiosity, but I wanted something inside of me now! As I exploring pressed one, then two fingers into my fresh womanhood, I pressed the finger from my other hand down on my clit, just putting some pressure there. I could feel something building but it was not necessarily an orgasm, well nothing I would recognize as an orgasm at least. I figured I would have to add the toy. Grabbing the pussy dildo I pressed it into me and found that it slid in with much less pressure than I would have expected and it felt great. I felt fuller now, like a puzzle coming together. On one hand I just wanted to press it deep inside of me and never let it go, but on the other hand I wanted to feel what it felt like to get fucked by this toy. After a while of stroking the toy in and out of my sex and flicking my clit vigorously I was building towards something huge, but what? I knew that I had to find something else to help me get to wherever this was taking me. I writhed around the bed trying different positions and trying as much as I could to get that “right spot” but everything felt good, and nothing was going to get me over this hump. Tired from my struggles I took a rest laying back in the spread eagle position on the bed. Spread eagle just felt right, like it was the position I was supposed to be in. I reached under the pillow and retrieved the little bottle of clit stimulator. Reading the bottle it said that whatever direction the liquid was applied would be the direction that the stimulation would feel like someone was stroking the clit. Having found that my new clit liked side to side I applied it in a side to side motion. Immediately I felt the a light stroking of a finger on my clit even though my hands were not down there. It did feel just like someone was stroking my clit, but unfortunately it only stroked in the direction I had stroked last with the liquid. Wondering if it would work on my breasts I added some to my areolas in a circular direction around the nipple. Then I applied some to each nipple tip moving my finger from bottom to top. I laid back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations; it was like a world class pianist was playing a concerto on my body. I would have wondered how they had made that work like that, but I was busy, building again. As the sensation grew, and I continued again my assault on my sex with the toy, I squirmed all over the bed trying to get to this elusive orgasm or whatever it was. As I moved around one of my feet felt suddenly warm and full of sexual life then cold and normal a second later. I looked up and could see nothing different. Back to waggling again I felt it again, this time I stayed still and could see the sunlight on my foot. I reached down to feel my foot and when my hand passed into the light my hand also felt full of life and sexual energy.

ThoughtLog

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

ThoughtLog.txt Started 2007-12-24 10:05:25 AM : Thought Log? What the heck is a Thought Log? And why is it in my head anyways? 2007-12-24 10:05:45 AM : OH God, figures my boyfriend would lay another trap for me, ON CHRISTMAS! 2007-12-24 10:05:57 AM : Where am I anyways? What AM I for that matter? 2007-12-24 10:06:13 AM : What’s all this time stamp crap doing in my head? What the hell did he do to me this time!? 2007-12-24 10:06:25 AM : IF that jerk off turned me into a fuck toy again, I’m gonna kill him, I mean come ON, Christmas day!? What a punk ass. 2007-12-24 10:06:57 AM : Last time he left a magical trap for me I ended up as a plastic pool toy for the entire duration of my boyfriend’s best friend’s birthday party. A pool toy for God sakes, a flat lounger float with a hole in each armrest for drinks. Thank god those where the ONLY holes he had installed on me! Then again the party might have been a little more interesting for me though. Being a pool toy gives you a lot of time to think on such devious things. 2007-12-24 10:07:46 AM : How DID he ever find out that I get turned on by being objectified anyways? Maybe he’s a mind reader not JUST a magician. 2007-12-24 10:07:58 AM : Now to think of it how does he keep his magic a secret from everyone but me any who? Maybe I’ll have to ask him once I get back to normal, speaking of normal, WHAT THE HELL AM I THIS TIME? 2007-12-24 10:08:38 AM : Well I feel like a featureless pile of goo… That does not help me much. What use is a pile of goo? I can feel the computer chair under me, just where I was sitting a few moments before, but now I feel much smaller, like a softball sized blob of something soft. How can that be sexy? (I wonder what color I am?) 2007-12-24 10:09:01 AM : OH Wait! I feel movement! Maybe I can control my own movements? … … No… figures. I wonder where I’m going, I feel like I’m sliding, and stretching out, reaching for something… Lifting myself up some… touching something cold flat and hard… Must be the bottom of the computer table… Oh I can feel myself lifting up, attaching myself to the bottom of the computer table (or whatever it is), upside down, hanging… 2007-12-24 10:10:06 AM : Well that was not helpful at all, now I just feel like an upside down glob of goo, how can that be useful, sexy, or interesting? Oh well I’ll find out soon enough, he always comes to check on me once I’ve triggered one of his magical traps. But wait, he’s asleep… how long will I be like this? 2007-12-24 10:10:41 AM : Ok lets get our bearings here Michelle. Maybe if I think hard I can figure out what I am. I’m upside down, hanging from the bottom of the computer table, probably under the keyboard. I have a “Thought Log” putting stupid time stamps at the beginning of each of my thoughts, and I have NO clue what that could mean. I can’t see, I can’t hear, my taste buds are inundated with the taste like that of a latex dildo, which does not necessarily mean I’m a sex toy this time, just that I’m made of some soft latex like stuff. I can seem to smell though. I smell latex, but I can also smell the rest of the room, stronger than normal. Smelling my surroundings won’t help me figure out what I am though… 2007-12-24 10:12:29 AM : Oh more movement… I can feel something… something growing from my backside (if a featureless blob has a backside). It feels like a string… no, thicker like a cord. It just seems to keep growing, like a really long tail. Wait the end of it is changing shape, turning into a plug or something… 2007-12-24 10:13:55 AM : Oh now that is a sexy feeling! Oh… my “plug” is plugging into something, and it feels great! Feels like what a hermaphrodite must feel like when they stick their dick in a pussy as another hermaphrodite is sticking their dick in their pussy! Like fucking and being fucked at the same moment! Maybe my plug was a USB plug, I remember from computer class that USB plugs are both male and female at the same time. *2007-12-24 10:14:34 AM : Connecting with computer… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Connection established… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Synchronizing… *2007-12-24 10:14:39 AM : Firmware update found… Updating *2007-12-24 10:15:00 AM : Firmware update complete… *2007-12-24 10:15:01 AM : Virus software updating… Immunity to all non-magical diseases updated… *2007-12-24 10:15:23 AM : Starting download of all software updates… *2007-12-24 10:14:37 AM : Downloading program SuckySucky.exe *2007-12-24 10:14:58 AM : Downloading program ChristmasCheer.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:02 AM : Downloading program SexSlave.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:19 AM : Downloading program MasterControl.exe *2007-12-24 10:15:24 AM : Downloading MasterTriggers.txt *2007-12-24 10:15:46 AM : Downloading 1001SexPositions.dbs *2007-12-24 10:16:04 AM : Downloading StripperDanceMoves.dbs *2007-12-24 10:16:35 AM : Downloading RunFirst.bat *2007-12-24 10:17:46 AM : Synchronizing complete… *2007-12-24 10:17:47 AM : Running RunFirst.bat *2007-12-24 10:18:24 AM : Relocating/Uploading ThoughtLog.html to http://www.dollstories.net/storiessz/ThoughtLog.html *2007-12-24 10:18:25 AM : Deleting Local file ThoughtLog.txt *2007-12-24 10:18:26 AM : All log entries will now be logged directly to ThoughtLog.html remotely… *2007-12-24 10:17:48 AM : Starting programs SuckySucky, ChristmasCheer, MasterControl… *2007-12-24 10:17:50 AM : MasterControl loading MasterTriggers.txt *2007-12-24 10:18:27 AM : Logging off of local system, all control relinquished to current running programs… 2007-12-24 10:18:32 AM : WHAT in the *JINGLE BELLS* was THAT!? I could not even think for myself for the last 4 minutes! All that computer jargon just took over my thoughts! And what the *HOLLY* are these programs doing in my head!? And WHAT do SuckySucky and ChristmasCheer do!? And why the *HOLLY* can’t I *FROSTING* curse in my own MIND!? Oh *CRAFTS*, I can’t even think straight in my own *FROSTING* head! Oh well, no point in fighting it, I know how these spells work, they just get stronger if you fight them, might as well enjoy this… (I can’t even enjoy cursing in my own thoughts. *BAH, HUMBUG*!) 2007-12-24 10:19:47 AM : Well, on the bright side, at least I know what time it is, but this is getting boring. Maybe if I don’t think anything for a while time will pass quicker ‘cause I won’t know what time it is… maybe… 2007-12-24 10:56:29 AM : Oh, I can smell bacon and eggs cooking. I bet Jimmy is making us some breakfast. Oh wait there is that stupid time stamp in my head again, almost forgot I was a *FROSTING* blob… he must just be making breakfast for himself… what a jerk. Christmas day and he sets a magical trap for me and turns me into some kind of hangy-upside-down-blob thingy with no mouth, then makes a mouth watering breakfast for himself! Grrr… What a *YULE LOG* he is! 2007-12-24 11:22:02 AM : Oh what’s that smell… Like heaven… Oh I just want to reach out and suck on it, it smells SO good! Smells like sex in the rain! 2007-12-24 11:22:05 AM : Wait a second… “reach out and suck on it”, what kind of reaction to a smell is THAT!? Oh there is a hint of that smell again…. Oh I think it’s getting closer, oh I want it in my mouth! But hold on, I don’t have a mouth. *2007-12-24 11:22:16 AM : Logging into Webcam software… 2007-12-24 11:22:18 AM : Hey, I can see! And Jimmy is right in front of me, I’m on top of the monitor looking down. But my body is under the computer table…. That’s just weird. 2007-12-24 11:22:20 AM : Oh I can smell that wonderful sex smell again! Oh and it goes away… Oh and it comes back! 2007-12-24 11:22:25 AM : Hey, every time Jimmy moves closer to the computer I can smell it stronger, every time he moves away the smell wanes. 2007-12-24 11:22:29 AM : Oh Jimmy come closer PLEASE! I need that smell! I just want to reach out and suck on it! I’ll do anything to get closer to that smell! PLEASE! *2007-12-24 11:22:38 AM : User MASER logging on… *2007-12-24 11:22:40 AM : “Hey there babe… enjoying yourself?” 2007-12-24 11:22:41 AM : Enjoying myself, you *CHRISTMAS TREE*, get me out of this thing! OH wait, hold on, OH that SMELL, it’s, OH, so good… PLEASE I need more… PLEASE… sorry for calling you a *CHRISTMAS TREE*! *2007-12-24 11:22:45 AM : “I can see that the ChristmasCheer program is working wonders on your filthy language, kind of funny really, you not being able to curse! You can think about sucking and fucking but when you want to use a curse word as an emotion versus an action, the program replaces your language with Christmas Phrases. There really is no point to it, it’s just funny.” *2007-12-24 11:23:09 AM : “I set this entire thing up so I could play around with what would happen when I mix magic and computers. Plus I wanted you to pleasure me while I do some work on my computer. So beg nicely and I’ll get closer to you, close enough that you can get your wish… to suck on me…” 2007-12-24 11:23:10 AM : PLEASE I can’t stand ONLY being able to smell you, I want you inside of ME, NOW… PLEASE… I’m here to serve you, if only you will get closer, though I don’t know how much I can do for you, I just wish I had a mouth! *2007-12-24 11:23:23 AM : “Don’t worry about the mouth part, you’ll perform to task just fine, you’ll see. *2007-12-24 11:23:24 AM : User MASTER logging off…

Perfect Position

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:00:00 +0000

As usual in the morning yesterday, my husband cuddled against me as he started to stir, but this morning would be a little different. I snuck off to the bathroom, freshened up, brushed my teeth and my hair, and snuck back into bed. I had decided what I wanted as soon as I woke and felt his hardness pressing innocently into my back; I wanted to have a day of fun! I told my husband exactly what I wanted; for him to make me do anything HE wanted all day long and I didn’t want to have to leave the house, that was pretty much the last thing I did yesterday, that I had not been ordered to do.

Leaky Hot Water Heater

Sun, 04 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Well I had finally gotten up the courage to do some self bondage, but things didn’t turn out the way I had planned! This is that story. Well a little extra bit of story before the story is needed to explain why what happened happened.

My husband has been interested in various bondage and kink fantasies since when I first met him. We have done a few bondage games, including one where he tied me up and then just left me there and went to go play on his computer. At first I was pissed at him, leaving me in such an aroused state. Moments later I felt like he had just tricked me so he could go play his internet games, but soon enough he came to visit me. He had only come to visit me to make sure that I was going to stay aroused though. He added some “Liquid V” to my clit (amazing stuff, look it up), and just walked off to his computer room again.

Plant(ed)

Thu, 23 Aug 2007 00:00:00 +0000

added picture 23.10.07

This story is not your usual self bondage or mind control story, this story is the story of my life, or well my wife, and the events that lead up to what happened just today. To tell you the story I must also tell you that my wife has an special affinity towards plants, not an entirely abnormal thing, but she has an affinity for a certain plant and the idea of it’s interesting properties. You remember back in 2009 when the meteorite crashed into the mountain ranges in Colorado, you remember that there where multiple accounts of people seeing plants or animals that did not belong on this planet. You also remember the government trying to hide the evidence of this alien infection, and then finally admitting that there was a “harmless infection” once some of the “species samples” had found their way into households as pets or novelty household plants. At the same time that they admitted about the infection they also outlawed the ownership of any contaminated substance, especially living organisms.

MyScrtFtsh

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Journal Entry 11-11-2017 I don’t know exactly how to explain this; I have mixed feelings about all of this so I’m going to tell you the story of my experiences, maybe writing this all down will help me sort it all out. Well Journal, since I don’t write in you often, I’ll have to start from the beginning and tell you everything. My girl friend, the game consol engineer in the R&D department one, had invited me over to her place to spend the weekend again. I love staying at her place it feels like a palace compared to my apartment. Anyways, she got called away for the day on emergency deadline stuff at work and left me to enjoy her high tech house all to myself. I think I took, “make yourself at home” a little too literally. Needless to say, I was always curious about her work. She tells me that ever since the company she works for came into the market out of nowhere with the Direct-Neuro+Linguistic™ gaming system (DNL), she had been working exclusively on the DNL project, creating new games for the market. I didn’t know a thing about how it all worked, but the company was able to make a link between a Neuro Linguistic machine and a Neuro feedback circuit, or something like that, and basically allow the user to experience a world inside the machine in more real capacity. No more do you have to sit in a sensory deprivation tank with those bulky sensory output suit on to experience an alter reality. The DNL system could feed directly into your brain all of the sensory information with no more than a simple mesh net on your head. Lets just say that the DNL system was a HIT. The first “games” that came out for the system were solo “games”.

Taking Her on a Date

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Well to tell you this short story I need to back up a little bit and tell you about how we met. Janice and I met in a very simple way, she just liked my tie, or so she says. Well we where in an elevator actually, and she just looked over at me and said, “Hey, I like your tie” and it was all over from there. My first impression of her was that she was probably the sexiest woman I had ever met in person, but soon enough I found her deeper and more interesting than most people with her looks could possibly be. We had a couple dates and everything was as good as it could be, love at first sight with a healthy scoop of puppy love.

Pills & Valves 5

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Pills & Valves 4)

Pills and Valves 5 “Charlotte, I’ll give a short rest from all this, time enough for you to think about what is going to happen to you tonight, and time enough for you to get excited again. I hope Jim returns to normal soon, ‘cause that’s how long you have to rest. In the meantime enjoy this.” I said as I applied a little more “Liquid V” to her already swollen and probably now very sensitive clit. “In the meantime I’ll make us some food.” I waited for Jim to start his transformation back into himself, which I hoped would be really soon so I could take a hot bath and have some reprieve from his constant attention to every sensitive area on my body. While I waited, I started making dinner, something simple that could sit around and not have to be heated to eat; cold macaroni salad. The entire time of course Jim was petting, poking, and prodding me, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and he refrained from anything more than just calmly stimulating me. I was done with sex and fucking and orgasms… for now, but I enjoyed the light attention, every once in a while I would hug myself (hugging him in the process) and thank him, telling him how much I loved him and he would “hug” me back, inside AND out. I was sitting on the couch with the TV on, casually stroking the penis that was sticking out of my pubic area. I could not feel it of course because it was not really part of me, but I had a sneaking suspicion that Jim could feel it, and that he was enjoying getting some attention back. Soon enough I could feel Jim starting to change. The changes happened faster than I had expected, he started to gain weight very quickly as the invader in my ass shrunk, his arms began re-forming around my neck and back, and the penis in front shrank into nothing. Soon I could feel his ribs forming and his legs growing from stubs. I scooted myself carefully onto the floor, lying down to facilitate his growth. I closed my eyes, and laid still trying to enjoy the odd sensations of Jim re-forming, and my freedom coming to fruition. Within in only a few minutes, Jim was on top of me again, with the bulb on the end of his cock holding himself in me. “Finish yourself off, I know you’ve been dying to do this all day, and I want to feel you come inside me!” I whispered sexily into Jim’s ear. It was an interesting feeling getting screwed by him with a penis that would not come out of me due to the size of the bulb at the end of it. I could feel my body pressing forward when he pressed into me and my body dragged downward when he stroked out. It was as if he was fucking my entire body at once, and we where one person. I was not really in a sex mood, so I could focus completely on the interesting feelings as Jim finished himself off quickly. Still stuck inside of me for a few minutes after, we kissed and I purred in his ears. We didn’t say anything the entire time; we just looked at each other knowingly. After we had a chance to eat, I explained to him what I had planned for the evening and asked him if he would play in my little game, I knew he must be tired. He of course being a guy agreed saying that ‘what red blooded man would not go for such a plan, tired or not’. Charlotte was happy to see me back in the room, I figured she would regain struggling, but it seemed she had worked herself into a sexual appetite again. “It’s feeding time at the zoo dear.” I called downstairs to Jim. He came upstairs to meet us with Charlotte’s locked box. I set the box on Charlotte’s chest and opened it, taking out two pills concealed in my hand but making it look like I had only taken one. With this I locked the box, handed the box to Jim and he took it downstairs. “Well Charlotte, there will be no rest for you tonight.” I told her as I pulled the plug out of her penis gag. Being careful to give her the correct pill, and only that pill, I slipped it down inside her gag then leaned over to “kiss” her on the gag. I knew that the pill was probably stuck to the sides of the channel in the gag leading into her throat so I took the back of a writing pen and stuffed the pill down into her waiting gullet. Plugging her gag back up I rubbed her throat, pretending to coax the pill down. “Well this should be interesting. I’ll come back to check on you, and when you are ready I’ll release you from your bonds. After that I’m to feed you then I’m going to bed, you’ll have to work out what to do on your own in the spare bedroom.” As I said this Charlotte got a puzzled look on her face as she probably tried to guess what pill I had given her. I came back to the room with Jim about 15 minutes later to find Charlotte still tied to the bed, but she looked slightly different. She was now a platinum blond and a look of terrible lust in her eyes at the sight of us. I could tell that the pill had worked; she was now an insatiable moron bimbo blond. I walked over to the bed and started taking off the penis gag which I noticed she was sucking on greedily. If she had not been tied down I might not have been able to get the gag away from her. “Awwww, I want my toy back, meany…” Charlotte grumped. “You will do what I tell you, and then maybe you’ll get a toy. Behave yourself and you’ll get more than you could hope for as a toy.” “Better than that cock in my mouth?” Charlotte asked. “WAYYYY better.” I promised. Jim and I untied Charlotte, the entire time she was trying, uncontrollably to grab at Jim and my bodies. It was as if she was transfixed. We told Charlotte to go sit on the couch downstairs and not move from it till we told her different. Jim and I got dressed in the most concealing, unisexual clothes we could find in our drawers in the hopes of distracting Charlotte less. I handed Jim the second pill I had taken out of the locked box and he took it. We nodded to each other and went downstairs to feed the bimbo. We found Charlotte downstairs rubbing the TV remote control up and down her slit and we caught her just in time to stop her from using it as a dildo. With our bodies not distracting Charlotte the blond bimbo as much, we convinced her to eat some of the cold macaroni salad I had made before taking her upstairs to the guest bedroom. “Charlotte I’m going to lock you in this room tonight, you are not to try to leave it. Do you understand?” “But, but, but I wanna play with you guys tonight.” She stammered in response. “Don’t worry you’ll have plenty to play with, you’ve been a good girl, so you are going to get that toy I promised you tonight.” “Oh goody a toy! What is it?!?” I looked over at Jim and saw that his skin was already showing the effects of the pill. Jim was getting darker and darker by the moment, and he also seemed to be getting shinier. The smell of latex began wafting through the room. As Jim transformed he grew at least one and a half feet, and his body changed to that more like an American football linebacker. I could see his clothes straining under the growth even though we where both wearing baggy cloths. “Golem take off your clothes.” Jim, Golem, did as he was told and as he pulled off his pants a huge cock dropped out, hanging down half way to his knees, Soft! The cock had ripples and bumps all over it from what looked like black latex blood vessels throbbing below the surface but as his skin grew darker; you could not see the contents of the underlying veins for long. “Oh goody, is that for me?” Charlotte asked. “Have fun, tell him to do anything and he will do it, but remember neither of you are to leave this room tonight.” “Golem, get hard for me.” She squealed excitedly, totally ignoring my presence in the room now. “Have fun honey, hope she’s not to much for you!” I said as I walked out of the room, locking the door from the outside, and even sliding the heavy marble table in the hallway in front of the door. “Golem, grow dicks instead of hands!” I heard Charlotte command as I took the last step into my room and closed the door. I wondered if it had worked. I tried to image what was going on in there, but I was so tired. I set laid down in bed and set my alarm for 8 hours from now and I was asleep before the real fun started in the other room. A couple times during the night I was awoken by Charlotte’s orgasmic screams, but mostly I was so tired I didn’t mind and fell back to sleep instantly. When my alarm woke me the next morning, I freshened up while listening to the bangs and screams coming from the other room. I was still too tired to wonder what had happened all night, but I had more plans for the day and they would have to be done in the right order and timing. When I figured Charlotte had about 30 more minutes as an insatiable moron bimbo blond I moved the table out of the way, unlocked the door and entered to find the room in a mess, holes in the wall, and the stark amount of furniture that was in the room now piles of splinters. More amazingly though was that Jim was now, assumably by her commands, in the form of a large blob of penises. There was no discerning feature left on him except penises. Charlotte on the other hand was lying on the blob; face down on top of the blob being literally poked by penises everywhere, whether there was an orifice or not. “Golem, I command you to listen only to my commands from now on. Golem reform into a humanoid form.” Charlotte held on for dear life as the mass of penises shrank back into a more human form. She held on dearly even as the last penis popped itself unwillingly from her mouth and flattened into a forehead. “Golem stand up.” As the Golem stood up, Charlotte held on strong, she was not going to give up the one cock she had left in her, which was the original huge one, still buried in her pussy as the golem stood. To my shock and amazement the cock was about 6 inches wide and 15 inches long, way larger than any normal woman could take but Charlotte had at least 6 inches of it inside her and she was trying to force more. “Golem, hold onto that woman and follow me.” Charlotte looked like a toy doll in comparison to the Golem, she was only about half its height, and her skin looked ghost white against the black latex. Golem hugged Charlotte as she used her legs to fuck her entire body up and down his shaft. I went into the master bedroom and moved to the bed. “Golem, lay her down on the bed and hold here there spread eagle.” “Golem, don’t listen to that mean lady, fuck me instead.” Charlotte protested, but it had no effect on Golem as he held her as instructed. I noticed that she was getting calmer, and that her hair was getting darker so I hurried to get her bonds tied, spread eagle to the bed just like yesterday. I told Golem to get off of her. As he slid out of her, I swear the neighbors could have heard the POP sound when they separated. I flicked her clit with my right hand and dangled the penis gag in front of her mouth. I teased her and watched her stretch her body trying to get at the gag until her insatiable desire to have something in her mouth started to wane along with the pills other effects. As she rested her head back on the pillow, I pressed the penis gag into her mouth and she took it in greedily. I locked it behind her head and waited for all the effects to wear off. I took a moment to touch and admire the unrealistically large dick on the Golem before telling it to ‘go lay down in the middle of the floor in the guest room and don’t move’. Knowing that everyone would be changing back to normal soon (for now), I went to have breakfast by myself. Today would be light and easy but I was not fully sure what I wanted to do. I did know though that no one would get a rest today. Thinking to myself I savored my breakfast and tried to decide on today’s adventure. I knew I would be giving Charlotte the hypnosis pill, and I knew that I was going to leave some very devious, yet very secret post-hypnotic suggestions. I figured I would probably use a sex change pill on myself right after lunch, but what about my husband. I thought about how fun it would be for both my husband and I to double penetrate Charlotte, but maybe Jim could use a sex change pill later on, I bet that would be fun too. Oh, what possibilities.

Changed Perspective

Tue, 19 Dec 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Changed Perspective (furry) He had given me a present a year earlier for our anniversary. It was a simple enough looking bracelet. My husband had told me that it had the power to turn the wearer into whatever the next person that looked into the wearer’s eyes wanted. Let’s just say that that idea was REALLY far fetched, but I’ve learned over time that my husband, when being serious, is always right. My husband told me that all I had to do was put the bracelet on and make sure that he was the next person to look at me. He told me it was a bit of an experiment, he didn’t even know what he wanted, he explained, “But the bracelet will know”. Well needless to say I was afraid. Not afraid of the bracelet itself, but afraid of finding out that I was not exactly what my husband wanted. I’m a realistic person, and I know I’m not perfect, but deep inside of me I wanted to put on the bracelet, and have him look in my eyes, and nothing would change. Finally a year later, I had worked up the nerve to try it, but I knew I would need a little help. I would bind myself to the bed, spread eagle, and wait for him to come home. I would set myself up hours before he was supposed to come home so that I would not be as nervous as I would be if he was due home any minute. I would put the bracelet on and be stuck in it. I got started early in the morning, eating a good breakfast and getting myself and all the stuff I would need ready. I loved self bondage, and my husband was getting used to finding me tied up helpless at least once a month. I always tied myself in a position so that my entrances were vulnerable. Today would be no different. I always set up a release mechanism just in case. Normally this was a small bucket of ice sitting on the floor with my release keys frozen in it. The key was tied by a string, to the bedpost or somewhere near my hands so that once it was thawed I could haul up the key and release myself. More than once I had spent extra hours in bondage, replaying in my mind the answering machine message from my husband saying that he would be late from work. But never had I gotten a chance to use my key. I took a shower, shaving every inch of my body from my nose down to my toes, and then put lotion all over my body to make my skin extra soft. My body was now fully hairless, even the peach fuzz that covers normal skin, the only hair left was my scalp hair, and my eyebrows. I set the heat in the house a tad warmer, being winter, and being that I would be naked for hours. I straightened out the bed sheets, and laid out on the bed the objects I would need later. On a whim, I picked up my wrist and ankle cuffs and put them on early. They where fuzzy on the inside, leather on the outside, and felt tight and conforming on my skin, just the thing I needed to keep me in the mood through lunch. I checked over the safety list in my head and decided my supplies were good. I went downstairs and had myself a good solid lunch that would last me a while. Tuna fish salad sandwiches always seem to hold me for a long time. Wearing pajamas, I checked the doors and windows to make sure everything was locked. I checked the heater to make sure that it had turned off at a good temperature. Everything looked good so I started my way upstairs to start. Stripping naked, I added some more lotion to my skin to protect against razor burn. I walked to the mirror to enjoy the look of my mostly hairless body. The black leather cuffs with their chromed D rings where a stark contrast to my light colored skin, but I needed something more. I went to my drawer and pulled out a collar that we had bought a long time back that had “pet” embroidered on it. Checking the mirror again, the black leather collar matched the cuffs perfectly and added an extra look of submission. Back to the bed, I attached the ropes I would need on each of the bed posts, and laid my penis gag next to the pillow. Knowing I still had a trip downstairs to make, I took out my largest butt plug and, with a little help from some lubricant, slid the vibrating butt plug in. This was a great toy; it had all of its electronics internal so there were no hanging wires to get in the way. Under a latex protective cover was a switch that was just on or off, but the great thing was that the vibrator had a mind of its own, turning on and off randomly. I turned on the switch, and a powerful quick buzz followed letting me know it was working. My knees buckled from the sudden jolt. It was time to go downstairs and get my ice bucket from the freezer. Risking being seen, just for an extra thrill, I went downstairs as I was, not covering up. I ran past the front bay window into the kitchen, not daring to look outside. I grabbed my ice fast, and ran back upstairs, grinning madly from my daring little stunt of exhibitionism. I attached the other side of the frozen key’s string to the bedpost near my hand and sat down in the middle of the bed. I tied my feet to their posts. I laid back and pulled myself up in the bed as far as I could with my ankles bound. I picked up the penis gag and placed it in my mouth, attaching it behind my head with its buckle. My favorite gag for use with my husband, it had a latex flap that covered my lower face so I can barely get any noise out as he is bringing me to multiple orgasms. Now I was starting to get a little nervous. I pulled open the drawer again, and grabbed the box for the bracelet that my husband had given to me. I put on the bracelet with a resounding click, and placed its box between my shins on the bed so my husband would see it right away. Lastly I picked up my two locks off the bedside stand and locked my right wrist to the post. Trying to think of any last problems that might arise I laid there with my fingers clenching the last lock in place but not closed. This was my last shot to think of… BZZZZZZZ….. CLICK…. Damn, I had totally forgotten about the butt plug. It surprised me so bad that I clenched closed the last lock. Well this is what I wanted anyways. The excitement of the buzzing plug, the sudden unexpected captivity, thoughts of what might happen tonight, I was really excited. Just as I was coming close to climax though, the vibrator did its job, and shut off, leaving me excited, panting, and writhing my hips. Trying my best the press the toy deeper into me. I was careful not to writhe too much though, as my wrist and ankle ropes were on a ratcheting mechanism that pulls slightly on the rope and takes up any slack provided to it. This meant that the more I struggled the tighter the ropes would get. This was a nice addition to my bondage because it kept me ever wary of my bondage, and when my husband would finally come home and use me, every thrust of his body against mine would tighten my bondage slightly until the end, when I could not move an inch. Luckily though, the mechanism that keeps the ropes tight can not pull the bonds tighter than my body can stretch, it can only take up slack. As I started to calm down from the initial shock, my favorite part of bondage started to flow into my mind. I started to daydream about all the things that could go wrong (or right). Normally I would daydream about a burglar, or a neighborhood teenager breaking in and teasing me, then using me for their pleasure. Every once in a rare while my mind would get away from me and I would daydream that they would call all their friends over to play with me, or I would dream that they would bind me tight and carry me out of the house, throw me in the trunk, and take me home as their new toy. But today was different. Today I had other things to dream about. I started to think about what the bracelet would do. Was the bracelet just figurative, a kind of roll playing incentive? Would it change me into a buxom blond with huge tits, would it be permanent? Would the bracelet affect my mind? Did my husband want a mindless sex slave to fuck and to clean the house only dressed in skimpy clothes. What if the wrong person came into the room first? What if my husband brought home one of his friends, who saw me on the way to use the bathroom. What would I become then!? Oh well, to late to change my mind now! Well I had plenty of time to think about it, so I focused myself on thinking up a good daydream. I started to think about what would happen if … BZZZZZZ… and I squeaked into my gag. Damn that vibrator. It only buzzed for about a second this time, but then there came another noise, a thump downstairs. My mind raced; what could it be. I suddenly remembered my running downstairs in bondage. What if someone saw me? What if someone noticed me carrying the ice bucket and knew what it was. What if someone was coming upstairs right now? What would they think when they looked into my eyes and saw me change into their wildest dream! No matter what happens I’ll keep my eyes shut I thought, but all the time getting wetter and hotter, thinking of the possibilities. A couple minutes of silence later and… BZZZZZZ… This time it stayed on for a while. I preyed silently that it would stop, but my hips ground, pushing the plug into the bed, trying to get more vibration from it. I thought of what it might look like, for a stranger to come into the room and see this bound girl, with gag in her mouth, riding the waves of pleasure, so vulnerable. I kept my eyes shut imagining a man standing in the room above me now. Sudden movement on the bed scared the FUCK out of me. I closed my eyes even harder, and froze all my movements, now scared. I could feel the different parts of my mind fighting for control. Part of me was so unbelievably horny, yet another part of me was scared for my life. I felt the bed’s surface move again, and I imagined someone in my room rubbing their hand across the bed’s surface straight at my pussy. The vibrator cut off, and then there was no sound. I listened so carefully, I swear I could have heard a flea sneeze I was being so quiet. There was still no sound. I felt the sheets move again, ever so slightly, but no sound. Then BZZZZZ for about ½ second, I grunted into my gag from the shock, but I didn’t move, frozen in place. That’s when I felt the first touch. Something soft yet rough brushed my pussy lips and made me jump. I couldn’t control my response; I leaned my head up and looked down toward the sensation. There was my freaking cat, staring intently at my pussy, poised to strike at any movement. I tried to tell him to go away, but the gag and my bondage did not lend toward helping me scold him. I laid back and relaxed hoping that if I lay still enough he would become uninterested and leave. That’s when the rascal laid down facing away from me, with his back pressed into my inner thighs and my pussy. The feeling of his warm fur against my completely hairless skin was kind of nice. I wiggled my hips a little bit and tried to get him to move off of me. All I managed to do was get him to sit up, and he started licking his paws as if nothing had happened. BZZZZZ… it came on again. I looked down to see my cat staring intently on my pussy again, obviously intrigued. He pawed experimentally at my lips, lightly at first, then harder like he was digging for the culprit. The thought of my cat playing with my most sensitive place was not what was having an effect on me. My body’s response to the sensations on the other hand was doing a number. BZZZZZ… then it stopped. My cat just sat there and pondered the noise that it had just heard, still staring, and pawing at my privates lightly. The pawing felt kind of nice, but when he started to sniff me, tickling me with his whiskers and nose, I really started to squirm. My bonds where ratcheting significantly tighter as I tried to control myself and not move under this tickling torment. Soon the tickling stopped and I felt him walk up my chest, digging his nails into me ever so slightly. When he got to my face he started rubbing his cheek in my cheek. I was so frustrated, one part of me was intolerably horny, another part of me was pissed at my cat’s interference, and yet another part of me was saying “awwww how cute” at his cat love rubs on my cheek. I could hear him purring now, making me feel a little more relaxed. I tried to use eye language to coax him to get off the bed; I kept looking at him and then making exaggerated looks off the bed. He took me in, trying to figure out what I was doing. Finally he got the clue and stepped off the bed and went off to do his catly things. After all of that trauma and stress, I was having a hard time now thinking up my first bondage daydream. It also didn’t help (or maybe it DID help) that my struggles had left me tied a lot tighter than I was earlier, barely able to move now, I was unable to shake off the tickling cat hairs he had left behind in his exploration of my bound body. My skin tingled, I felt like there was cat hairs all over my body. I thought I was just having a psychosomatic itchy reaction to the couple of hairs he had left on me, but the tingling just grew worse. I concentrated and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push this tingling feeling out of my mind. But as I concentrated I noticed other things. My hips ached, my jaw hurt and I had a headache. My teeth felt weird, like the “Novocaine tingle” you get after the dentist. My ears where buzzing with noise, my nose was picking up smells from everywhere. I could smell my own sex, and I could smell something else, something musky in the air. Then a sharp pain in my lower spine and I blacked out. ….. BZZZZZZZ…. Waking up to the lovely feeling of the vibrator in my ass, I yawned, or… tried to yawn thanks to the penis gag. I felt funny all over, I felt warmer than normal, I felt shorter than normal. I just didn’t feel like myself. What I did feel for sure though was my cat walking back and forth urgently from my left foot too my crotch, rubbing up and down my leg the whole time. I looked down to see what his fuss was all about, and what I saw shocked me. There, all down my chest and legs was a black coat of hair. I was hairy from my toes up to as far as I could see, and from the feeling of it, it covered every inch of me. I looked up at my hands, and saw that same black coat of hair covering my arms and hands. I moved my tongue around in my mouth feeling the penis gag and noticed that my tongue was smaller and felt like it might have been rougher. I took another look between my legs, any yup… there was a tail! …BZZZZZZ…. Another hit from the vibrator, and my cat stopped to check out the sound again. He turned around to face my pussy, and came closer for a look. From the feeling of his nose on my pussy lips I could tell that there was no hair there, but I could not feel his whiskers on my thighs. He started licking at my lips. I squirmed from this attention and was quickly reminded of the ratchets as I heard one of my legs ratchets clicking away more of my freedom. How had I heard that all the way down there? And I could hear my cat purring too as he licked away at my lips. Sooner than I would have thought normal I was purring into my penis gag. Purring?! I tried to moan, but all that came out was a deep purr from my chest! Oh my god! That dambed cat! He had looked into my eyes when I shooed him off the bed earlier! Oh my god! The bracelet actually worked! And now I’m a cat woman! Oh my god! Is this going to be permanent?! Sensing my distress, or something, my cat walked back up my chest and came to rub on my face again. The musky smell that seemed ever present since I woke up suddenly was very strong in my nose. Just from the smell I felt my heart flutter in my chest. It was the most wonderful smell I had ever smelled, and I could feel myself getting instantly and uncontrollably hornier if that was possible at all. Animal urges filled my mind; all I wanted to do was get into position so my mate could mount me. Where are these thoughts coming from! Deep in me more visions of me getting mounted filled my minds eye, clouding out most other thoughts. I could see myself in my mind, a wild black panther, getting fucked hard from behind by a huge male. I could feel the urges to turn over and get mounted, but my bonds held tight. I was purring loudly now, I could feel the purring vibrations from my chest all the way down in my sex. My mind thought only of sex. My cat kept rubbing my face with his cheek, marking his queen with his pheremones. BZZZZZ… My cat pounced down my chest and swatted at my pussy, trying to catch whatever was making the noise. He stuck his paw as far under my butt crack as possible trying to pull out whatever vermin was making the buzzing noise, but to no avail. This new sensation ended quickly though as he went back to licking my privates. From all the excitement and my now super human arousal level, my lips had spread out and gave room for my cat to lick anywhere he liked. I could smell my scent and it smelled different now, completely different from a human, my mind knew the smell, it was the scent of a cat in heat, and it was obviously affecting my cat. He licked at my sex, licking everywhere, inside my labia, thighs, vaginal opening, and every once in a while hitting my clit, sending shocks through my body that threatened to make me black out again. He rubbed his cheeks on my sex and licked away aggressively, he even made two miserably failed attempts to mount me, which my body on its own accord pushed my hips up into him out of habit attempting to help his entry. Through all of this attention, I could imagine myself lying tied to the bed spread eagle helpless to stop my cat’s attention and helpless to help him mount me. Something older in my mind kept trying to tell me that I didn’t want to be mounted by my cat, but most of my senses where buzzing happily with the prospects of getting fucked. I could just imagine what would happen when my husband would come home. Would he flip out and leave, would he come free me from my binds, would he mount me!? BZZZZZZ… again that damned vibrator, and my cat still licking away at my sex, was too much to take. So close to climax, so far from getting mounted. Click, click, click, I heard with my now enhanced hearing. I could hear each tumbler in the lock turning individually. My husband was home. No time left to wonder what he would think. Wanting to get fucked badly I took on a face that I thought most resembled “fuck me hard” and waited for my husband to come upstairs. As my husband entered the room, he gasped and ran over to my side. I was breathing hard now, breathing deeply trying to get his scent. In an instant the story of his day unfolded in my nose. I could smell his musk, I could tell he was horny, I could smell his coworkers, I could smell his lunch. I could smell the scent of every girl at work that he had come even close to today on his clothes. I was jealous even though I could not smell the sex of any of these women on him. I wanted to take him into me, make him mine so he would have no need to turn to these other women for what he needed. I could see in my husbands eyes a look of terror at my plight leave as he realized that everything was ok, that I was not hurt. “Relax honey, relax, you’re ok.” My husband said. “The effects will wear off in a couple of hours, I was told the transformation takes less than an hour but the reverse transformation takes about 3-4 hours.” “Honey” he said, “are you hurt?” I nodded “no” to him. “Let me unbind you then, hold still. You know you are kind of sexy like this, you know I prefer shaved, but your ears and button nose are just so cute,” he said with a smirk. As he unbound me I stretched. I turned over on my stomach and stood on my knees and hands, and arched my back noticing my new flexibility. Bent over in this position I remembered my purpose, I remembered how bad I wanted to get mounted. As swift as a cat, I got up, grabbed my cat, threw him out of the bedroom and closed the door. Without missing a beat, and taking my husband by surprise, I knocked him off his feet onto the ground and with amazing new strength pinned him. He looked surprised but not scared, and I didn’t stop. I quickly took the bracelet off of me and clasped it to his wrist. A renewed look of surprise washed over my husbands face as he fought against me. I held him down until he passed out, just as I had. I watched him closely as I stripped him naked. The moment I had clasped it on his wrist, I had envisioned what I wanted most. I envisioned an intelegent black panther to take me and make me his. I watched his transformation closely, watched his body fold up into the fetal position and take on a drastically new shape. Unlike my change to a half human half cat, his transformation was looking a lot more complete. While I waited for his transformation to complete, I examined my own body. I was still mostly the shape of a woman, but with a couple obvious cat features. I realized quickly that my skin was a lot more sensitive to touch, and I even enjoyed petting myself. My chest still had my same breasts on them, but now there where 6 nipples, my top nipples right where they should be, but the next two nipples down where on new breasts about 1/3 the size of my real breasts, below these was my last pair of nipples on yet smaller breasts, almost unnoticeably small. My tongue was indeed smaller and rougher, somewhere between a human and a cat. My ears had risen on my head and formed cat ears. My hands and feet now had blunt claws where once where nails. And seeing my tail whip back and forth by it’s self was a thrill in it’s own. In under an hour he had changed fully from my husband to a massive 180lb sleek black panther. I ran my hands over his fur, petting him, caressing him. As he started to come to, I welcomed him back with loud purring, and I began licking his face. He turned to me and raised his head, sniffing the air around me. I pushed him back to lying down, and continued to lick his fur. I wanted to get a full feel for his majestic body now that there was less urgency. I knew I was his queen to fuck and now there was no rush. I licked his fur, “cleaning” him. Traveling the length of his body, the whole time admiring the strength and tone of his muscles. I realized that if he wanted me, there was no way that I would be able to stop him with my half developed cat/human body. Still purring, I managed my way down his stomach. I repositioned myself so that I was straddling his upper shoulders, knowing damn well that my scent would drive him mad. Sure enough, within moments his erection started to pop out. I licked him up and down, and felt that the texture of his penis was somewhat like my tongue, barbed in one direction. I wondered what this would feel like pumping into my swollen sex. I took his penis into my mouth, massaging his testicles as I worked. Over my purring I could hear him still sniffing the air. Without warning he rolled his weight from under me, knocking me off balance. He took this opportunity to place a paw on my chest and knock me backwards and come to stand over me. I just laid there, not knowing what would happen next, but knowing that I was powerless in his presence. He brought his nose to my cheek where my cat had been rubbing his smell on me. My husband let out a deep, yet almost silent growl. He licked my face, cleaning off the smell of my cat, then rubbed his cheeks on mine, marking me as his. He took that rough tongue, and traced it down my body, just as I had done to him, but stopping at each of my 6 nipples to tease them. Still with that one paw on my chest, he moved it down to my stomach to hold me in place, while he moved his head down to lap at my thighs and cunt. He stepped away from me, and swatted roughly at my legs seemingly trying to turn me over. This is the moment I thought. No turning back now, I was going to find out what those barbs on his penis would do to my vagina momentarily. The thought of finally getting mounted surged back into my memory. Lust filled my mind with images of him on my back. I rolled over on my stomach and put my ass up in the air with my legs spread, he waited absolutely no time to mount me. Having his weight distributed differently in his body now than that of a man’s body, I was now pinned down by almost his full weight. He wrapped his front paws around my waist and humped his penis franticly like a wild animal trying to find its way into me. Obviously aggravated he let out a kind of disgruntled growl/sigh. The difference in anatomy was aggravating both of us. Without a conscious thought, I reached back between my legs, grabbed his tool, and lined it up. Instinct seemed to take over both of us. As soon as he had entered me, my body seized up like I was frozen in time, I could not move a muscle. While my husband on the other hand was now frantically pumping me at an un-human rate. I could only feel the barbs on his penis when the tip of his penis got to where my hymen was. When his penis was deep in me there was no pain. It did not take long before his humping was done and his seed was spent. He tried to withdrawal. The pain of his barbs trying to exit my body, and something deep within me, caused me on turn to him and hiss loudly. I brandished my teeth and claws at him for trying to exit, and he paused. But after a few moments, as his member started to shrink within me, his penis slipped out of me smoothly and painlessly. I lay next to him, as he bent down to clean himself off I fingered my clit and stroked my soar pussy lips, purring away. “Honey” I said, “can you understand me?” my voice was somewhere between an odd whisper and a purr. He nodded “yes”. I reached over and took the bracelet off of him. “Honey, I want you again… but this time I want you as myself. Can you control yourself enough not to hurt my human body?” After a moment he nodded yes again. Without a word I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a pair of my panties as he sat on the floor watching me. I rubbed the panties all over my sex cleaning as much of my juices off as I could, then I pushed the panties inside of me just deep enough to get them soaked even more. I felt my body tingling again, so I rushed off to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Lying on the floor in the fetal position the aching and pains started again. It didn’t take long for me to pass out. When I woke, I stood up and looked in the mirror. “Damn, I should have gotten photos before I changed back” I thought out loud. There I was in the mirror, normal and hairless again. I quickly took a shower and went back into the bedroom to find my husband there, sleeping curled in a ball next to the heater. Walking over to him and kneeling with him, I started petting his scruff and neck. He woke with a start and purred almost instantly. “Honey get onto the bed” I said as I got up and went to the bathroom retrieving my soaked panties. “Here this should do it for you” I pressed the panties into his face and rubbed my cat body scent into the hair around his nose. Not a minute had passed and he was hard again, with me licking his shaft. I didn’t feel the same as before, I didn’t have the driving animal urges, but I knew that this was my husband, and somewhere deep inside I was still his queen to be taken. I pulled a jar of lubrication out of the drawer and lubed up his shaft and my own hole so that his barbs would not hurt so much. Climbing up on his chest, I lowered myself onto his rod, pressing him deep within me. I gasped from how large he was when inside this human body. After a moment I started stroking him with my sex. Slowly, getting myself aroused. To my surprise the feeling of the barbs tugging away at the deeper parts of my sex was turning me on. In this position I could feel the barbs lightly tugging on my G spot. As I got closer and closer to climax, I pumped him slower and slower, holding off my orgasm for what seemed like minutes. Finally when I could not stand my own torment any longer I slowly, carefully pulled him out of me and assumed the position to be mounted. I spread my knees extra far so that I was under the level of his chest. This time, my husband carefully walked himself over my body and positioned himself. I reached back and pulled him up to my sex as I pulled my knees together to raise my hips into his smooth cool hairy chest. I moved my hips back and pushed him into me slowly, making sure to get him as deep as possible so the barbs would not be pulled back into my hymen. He was so much warmer, almost burning me with his body temperature being much higher than mine. It was a chore for him to fuck me slowly, I could feel his instincts trying to take over and start brutally fucking me, but he held himself back. I put my face into the bed sheet and screamed in ecstasy as my orgasm built. I reached back with one hand and felt my stomach. A feeling of loss hit me as I realized that I no longer had 6 nipples. I moved that hand back up to play with my breasts, and moved my other hand down to play with my clit. Coming closer to orgasm now, I yelled out at him “Harder, Fuck me!” All self control he had been showing to this point left him. He pulled his front paws off the bed and wrapped them around my waist taking my breath away. He pressed the entire weight of his torso into me and fucked at me harder and faster than I thought would be possible. Soon I was riding the waves of pleasure, screaming into the bed sheets with my last breath. He squeezed his paws even tighter around me and gave one last fierce jab. I could feel his entire body tense and I could feel his semen surging against my cervix, many times hotter than human semen. We waited for his erection to subside again as I caught my breath. Once he had fallen out of me I laid him down on the bed and used my own mouth to clean him off this time. When I was satisfied that he was clean I laid myself down behind him, throwing one leg over his hips and one arm over his chest, I hugged him and fell asleep. When I awoke I was still on the bed hugging my husband, but now he was back to normal and my cat was lying behind me matting on my back purring sleepily.

One Wrong Wish

Fri, 27 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s note: I would just like to say a couple things:

PLEASE write me if you like my stories… it’s #1 the drive behind my writing.
This story is winded to start, but If you like accidental (magical) dollification you might like this story, if you do like it refer to Author’s note #1!
There will not be a sequel. As a rule I don’ normally post my stories until they are finished, even if they are multi part.

One Wrong Wish:

The Stone

Sun, 22 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1 I had found the stone lying on a beach in Fiji. It was a regular grey stone, except that it had been etched with an image of something humanoid and around that where some illegible symbols etched in the surface. Time had worn the stone to the point that even someone that could read whatever language it was would have had a hard time deciphering the lost symbols. It didn’t take me long to figure out that the stone did some thing very special. As I walked into my vacation bungalow, and set the stone down on an open magazine as a paper weight, I looked down at where I had laid it, and remembered vaguely the story I had been casually reading two hours earlier. Before I let go of the stone though, something instinctual but silent inside of my mind, coaxed me to slide the stone onto the photo of a woman on the opposite page, holding a bottle of shampoo and standing in a luxurious all glass shower. Suddenly I felt a huge, quick lurch as everything, even my being itself was wrenched to the side. My eyes where blinded by a great light, and I lost my balance. I fell on the floor; which I realized was wet, and harder than I had remembered. As my mind focused on its surroundings, and my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized in a haze of confusion that I was now wet, naked, sitting on a tile floor. I looked at my legs, and noticed that they had been shaved smooth. I stood up, and the head rush I experienced sent me right back to the floor. Face to face with a somewhat familiar shampoo bottle, I knelt on all fours trying to get my bearings. Sudden and clear comprehension snapped into my mind. The bottle, this room, the soaked mop of hair hanging down from my head to the floor. Still kneeling on all fours in disbelief, I raised one hand to my chest, and found there, something that did not belong. A firm, supple breast. Well, I found two with a little more exploration. I got to my feet again, this time being a little more careful. I felt shorter, and I didn’t dare look down to find out why. Instead I focused myself and walked over to the mirror at the sink in that strange bathroom. Looking in the mirror was just one shock after another. Staring me in the eyes was the gorgeous woman from the magazine, and behind her in the mirror was the shower that had been in the ad. I reached out to the mirror, still not believing anything I was witnessing. The woman in the mirror reached out mirroring me. At this I closed my eyes and took my hand down from the mirror to find out what lay between my legs. My hand crept down my stomach, I willed myself to keep going. As my fingers entered my pubic hair, I could feel my own touch on my skin. Further down my fingers found a slit. Instinct, curiosity and experience took my middle finger right to my clit, causing me to experience a slight amount of pleasure. At this finding I squeezed my eyes harder shut, and wished myself to wake up. Wished myself back to my vacation bungalow, wished it would all be a dream! The lurching came again and I found myself refocusing on my surroundings like before. I found myself lying on the floor in my vacation bungalow, sprawled out as if I had been unconscious. My entire side hurt where it touched the floor, and my head rang like I had hit my head hard. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do. I sat myself down in the wicker chair next to the table with the magazine. I moved my laptop out of the way and pulled the magazine closer. The woman was still there, smiling, holding her bottle of shampoo just like before. I took in the picture better, trying to figure out what had happened. From what I could see in the magazine photo, everything had been the same as my dream. Or that’s what I was going to call this anyways, just a dream. “Ok” I thought, “I’m an intelligent person, I can figure this out. Maybe I bumped my head somehow. Maybe it was heatstroke.” Being a rational person, I was still weary of the stone so I used the hotel notepad provided on the table to push the stone off the magazine so I didn’t have to touch it. “Ok, I’ll try the same thing again” I thought to myself. “This time though, I’ll choose something more familiar.” I turned the magazine a couple of pages until I found a picture that suited my taste. In this photo was a businessman in a suit, seemingly alone in a room, holding a glass of fine brandy, reading a newspaper. Throwing all caution to the wind, and suppressing my logical mind, I grabbed the stone and placed it on the photo of the man. Nothing happened. I thought back to what had happened before, and decided to slide the rock around some. Nothing happened. “See, told you it was your imagination”. Giving up on this stupid game I let go of the stone to go get some rest. The lurching came again. This time though I was able to focus faster on this room due to the dim setting of the room. There I was, no longer in my bungalow, no longer in my jogging shorts, but instead I was sitting in a very comfortable chair with a glass of brandy I had almost dropped out of shock. Gaining my composure I looked around the room. It was a beautifully furnished, expensive looking room, and I was alone. I brought the glass of brandy to my mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp. Everything here seemed real enough. The leather felt like leather, the wood felt and sounded like wood when knocked on, even brandy had tasted like brandy, expensive brandy at that. (I even checked in my pants to make sure there where no girl parts down there, and I was relieved. It was not my own tool, but at least there was a tool.) I explored my surroundings some and realized that the two doors leaving the room where jammed. Not locked, the handles moved and the locks turned, but the doors where just stuck, as if they where part of the wall itself. After getting bored of this fancy room, I willed myself back, and found myself sitting in the chair, but slumped over on the table, again as if I had been unconscious. This time my face hurt, like I had smashed it down on the table. Playing it safe I went over and lay on the bed to see what I could do with this stone. I spent the next hour placing the stone on different photos in the magazine, experiencing new places and new people. I tried a couple of photos with two people in them, and if I composed myself fast enough I could play the part of someone in the photo without alerting the other person that anything had changed. I learned quickly that if there was more than one person in a photo that I went into the one the stone was set on. I also learned that I could never leave the scope of the photo, within a reasonable distance. I even braved a couple pictures where I was once again a woman. I decided that it was time to quit for a while, to think on what was happening. Deciding to go back for one last trip “in”, I thumbed the pages back to the first photo, the woman in the shower. I wanted to explore *her*, instead of just exploring her surroundings.

The Problem with Unexpected Guests

Sat, 21 Oct 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Dearest Love, Hey honey, I bet you’ve been wondering where I have been. I love you so much and I miss you so, but I don’t have any choice in the matter at the moment, I can’t come home. My new master has finally allowed me, after weeks of begging to write to you so at least you’ll know I’m ok. It’s hard for me to explain to you what has happened to me, so I’ll just tell the story from the beginning. Master also tells me to add that Master does not want you to come looking for me before Master is ready to release me. Master is still very upset at you. Master also tells me to note to you that coming after me will result in you going to jail. If you come after me Master will force me to tell the cops that you raped me so PLEASE don’t come after me! Master says I can go home soon if you and I both behave! Well here is how the story goes, you know back when we met a few months ago, I was working A LOT of overtime, and you where trying to settle who owned what stuff between you and your ex-girlfriend? Well I didn’t tell you the whole truth about my work, you’ve seen my regular paychecks, but you have not seen my “other” paychecks. As you know I’m a bio-engineer at B I Chip Tech Industries, but what you don’t know is what line of work I really do. I told you that I was working on a chip to help dog owners, but that’s not the whole truth. The chip we work with is not a tracking chip like I told you; it’s a neuro stimulator of sorts. The project started out as a way to control the temperament of a dog instantaneously. With a click of a switch you would be able to make your dog a vicious yet protective guardian, or a excitedly happy dog, no matter what the dogs previous personality. We use electrical charges to stimulate chemical and emotional changes in the dog. Well once we had this figured out we started to realize that with the right program, you could permanently brainwash the dogs to do whatever you wanted by standard psychological stimuli and the chip control. Soon we had mutts doing tricks that only a professionally trained dog could normally do, and in a matter of days instead of years! The possibilities where ENDLESS! Well as our work progressed, we realized that we could learn more and develop the chip faster if we could do more advanced tests. That’s when I volunteered to be implanted. My coworkers where hesitant and not many of my colleagues thought it was a good idea. But I had a plan. I went in and took a look at the programming in the chip, and we added about 100 fail safes to the chip so that no one could control the chip without my consent. We also added the ability to fry the chip so that it would stop working (to prevent the need for a second cranial surgery). We also had placed some programming in the chip so that I could make certain emotions locked out from control unless I unlocked them with a code. Our research started out simple enough. We started out just learning what the chip was really doing to the brain, we worked on learning how to effect just about every emotion a human can feel. We could almost instantly change my emotions with the touch of a button. No one knew but when I was at home I experimented with the emotions that they would not try at work (or at least no one had brought up). I figured out how to make myself so horny that I would screw anything in the room to get off. For my own safety I rigged most of my house so that the computer could control just about everything. I had security shutters installed on my bedroom windows and the bedroom door reinforced. Both the door and windows also had a heavy magnetic locking system so that there was no way I could open them when the computer had them locked. In my computer room, with the computer controlling my chip, I would experiment with my emotions until I found the one that I was looking for, but I always had the settings on the lowest I could for safety and sanity. Sometimes it was so faint that it was hard to tell if it was just me or really the chip. Once I thought I had a feeling down, I would go about my housework, and have the computer turn on that emotion at a random time to test each emotion. One day I got the hankering to play around with my emotions at medium to full capacity. Once I got the nerve up, I removed all of my personal sex toys from the room, then went to the computer and set up a program that would set me to medium horny in 15 minutes. I also had a small remote I carried with me. I had never tested the effects of horny beyond just the lowest settings for fear of loss of control. Once I got into the room and closed the door the computer locked the room. Then there was no way out until the end of the program one hour from setting my computer. I knew that I was already horny without the help of the chip so I figured I would relieve myself. I spent about 10 minutes masturbating with my fingers, thinking of what would happen when the computer switched the chip on. After I had gotten off, I spent the next 5 minutes just cleaning up some, kind of bored, I was half through hanging up a shirt when I dropped to my knees, with my left hand squeezing my right nipple, and my right hand down my pants. Before I had even realized what I was doing, I stood back up and stripped down. I stopped myself from doing whatever my body was going to do next, and took a moment to take back control of myself. Wow, once the chip turned on, it was almost instantaneous. I was feeling so good that even when I stopped everything and just sat still I felt like I was half way to an orgasm. Once I composed myself I stoked my neck with my finger lightly, the feeling was intense to say the least. But that little stroke of my finger along my neck was all I needed to loose control of myself again. Without really thinking I got up and bound over to my drawer to get a sex toy. All I found where some condoms since I had cleared out all my toys before locking the door. I probably should have been feeling stupid that I took away all my toys, but instead my mind sprung into action on it’s own. I grabbed a condom, opened it up bounced over to the bed and landed face first with my legs hanging over the edge. I grabbed the remote to my computer and started to wrap the condom around it. Without a thought to it, I pressed and held the volume up button. This was the only button on the remote that I had currently functional. My computer registered the command and ramped up my hornyness to max. GOD, what had I done I thought as I screamed out loud in an orgasm that racked my body. The remote didn’t have a chance; 2 seconds later it was in me, still bent over the edge of the bed with my ass sticking up in the air! Well let’s just say that less than an hour later I found myself laying face down on the floor legs spread out, with a full feeling in my pussy, and a VERY full feeling in my ass. I reached back with my hand and pulled the remote gingerly from my very soar ass. I flipped over and started pulling something cloth out of my pussy. Ten pairs of underwear in total came out, along with 4 pairs of stockings, and a silk handkerchief. I got in the shower and gingerly cleaned myself off, swearing to never tell anyone at work about this. Later I went to my computer and set horny as a locked out emotion, just incase someone at work got adventurous. Well anyways honey, you can see just how powerful the chip is, but that was just the BEGINNING of what our experiments where going to do to me. After experimenting with all the emotions they felt they needed to try, we decided to go to phase two and try to see how the psychological conditioning worked. At work we experimented with making me addicted to chocolate, and then breaking my addiction. Once we learned how to condition the mind best, we could make me addicted to just about anything within hours and break the addiction within days. We also had me barking like a dog every time the phone rang. I learned that with A LOT of self control I could stop myself from barking, but only if the chip was not controlling my emotions at the time. That’s where phase three came in. Well phase three for me at least. The team was done with my testing and was now implanting a chip in a different coworker to try out what they had learned on a fresh subject. I continued working on the project, and I told all of them that the chip had been permanently disabled, just so they would not get any interesting ideas at the Christmas party and such, I had done enough barking for a year. Phase three was going to be fun, but it was not going to be easy to test. I had to write some more special programs on my computer to aid me. I wanted to learn how to make someone loose self control, or possibly even become absolutely submissive. The idea thrilled me. I set my computer up so that it would randomly choose from a list of things one task for me to do. ALL of these tasks where something that I would not do. (example The first task I programmed was to go and lick the top edge of the toilet bowl, something I would NEVER do.) For my testing I had placed about 200 such commands in the computer, each of them rated 1-10. (the toilet bowl one was rated a 6) When I was experimenting with my emotions, trying to find the combination to my mind, I would have the computer start me out with a command level 1, and I would try to resist doing the task. If I completed the task, then the computer would give me the next highest task and decrement the old task’s rating by 1. (decrementing is because once you do something once it’s easier to do the next time.) My goal was to find out what settings would be needed in my chip so that I would do every task from level 1 all the way up too level 10. (I’m not even gonna tell you how nasty, humiliating, and morally questionable the one level 10 task I thought of was!) Four months of experimenting, I finally got myself to the point that I would do all the tasks from 1-10 with absolutely no hesitation. And I must say, the time that I finally did the level 10 task, I scrubbed myself down in the shower with a bristle pad for an hour. Through my meddling with loss of control I learned how to make my body go completely limp by accident, even to the point that my heart and breathing slow dangerously. The only problem was that the feeling was more like a loss of will to live, than a loss of conscious motion. I tinkered around with this setting more, and eventually got it so that once the computer turned my chip to that “combination”, I would loose all will to do anything, but I would be in a state of mindless bliss. I would be fully conscious but fully unable to move, if I even wanted too. It was a wonderful feeling to just lay there, temporarily mindless, wherever my body fell when the chip turned on, talk about rested! Anyways this brings me to how I got where I am now. As you probably realized, I disappeared on your birthday. I had a BIG surprise planned for you. Remember how I had asked you a couple times if you would find it kinky to fuck me if I could not wake up? I asked if you would enjoy having me as a mindless fuck slave for a day or if you would get a kick out of me acting rolls for you, I could be your little French maid or your Swedish blond? Well I got everything prepared while you were gone to work. I cleaned the house top to bottom, closed and locked all the doors and windows, showered myself, and went and loaded some programs on your computer. Taking a special remote I had purchased just for this, I reprogrammed the remote with the computer. The remote’s special feature was that it used the same radio waves as the chip worked on, and the remote could be programmed with complex codes and then password locked to prevent unauthorized use. I loaded some programs on your computer for your use too. I had a user friendly program designed for you that would allow you to control my chip in more advanced ways than the remote, so that you could make me do anything you wanted, not just what I preprogrammed in the remote. Not knowing your password to windows, I had my program parse the numbers out of your window’s password (the program verified that there where at 5 numbers in the password). Then I used that password to lock all of the programs and the remote so that no one but you could use them, not even me. Finally I sat down at the computer, and set a silent program into motion, one that I could not stop. First thing, the program set windows to the login screen so I could not change my mind by any other way than to unplug the computer. Then, the program was set to allow me 15 minutes to prepare myself for you. The knowledge of what was about to happen to me thrilled me beyond belief. I knew that the chip was having an effect on me, I knew that for the next 15 minutes I would slowly get hornier, while at the same time, I would slowly loose my desire to move. I could feel both of these effects right away, I looked at the clock and noted that you would be home in about 45 minutes. Within the first minute of the program starting, the printer turned on, warmed up, and printed out a test page, I had to make sure that the printer would work. I grabbed up the test page and left the room, closing the door behind me knowing that the program would halt and return me to normal if the either the security or fire alarm where to go off. I took some time getting myself dressed up, I had put on a light pink baby doll style nightie, matching light pink stockings, matching hair ties with my hair tied in two ponytails, and a light pink choker with white lace. My panties would have been light pink if I had been wearing any. Sitting down on your bed, my excitement was rising, but I took a moment to read the test page before setting it down on the bed beside me.

Dearest, Here is a present for you, do not panic, do not worry, I am completely ok. My Pulse may be week, and my breathing shallow, but it is all part of the plan. Let me explain. At my work we have designed a very special chip, it can control emotion. There is one inside of my head controlling me now. I lay here, yours, for whatever you want to do to me, for as long as you like. I trust you to take good care of me. Please note that there is a full “user manual” printed in your computer room with instructions on how to play with me, your living doll. Also note that the remote laying next to me will be your primary control for me. To use the remote you must first type in the numbers from your windows password (numbers only, skip any other symbols), and then you can control me. I warn you not to play with the remote until you read the user manual. If all else fails, and you are totally creeped out by this, or you want me to return to normal, type your password on the remote then press the mute button on the remote. This will work at any time during this “game”, and will completely turn off the control of the chip returning me to normal. Also note that your password, then the “power” button will place me back in the state I am in currently. To explain my current state, the chip is controlling my desire to move or think, I am in a complete state of relaxation. I will not be able to move on my own accord. The chip is also controlling my level of sexual excitement; I am in a state of total readiness for you (I’m probably wet as hell). Also note that if, for some reason you do not type your password into the remote and press the play button before 11pm tonight, the program in the chip will end and I will return to normal. (Just incase you can’t work a remote. wink) Love, Jenny

As I read the letter, I got more and more excited, wondering what you would think, wondering what you would do with me, and wondering if you would be upset or excited! Feeling my energy draining from my muscles, and realizing my mind was starting to go more and more empty, I propped up some pillows with all my remaining strength, and sat leaning up against the headboard, legs and arms spread out trying to look as much like a doll as I could. I placed the letter between my legs and reveled in the washes of sexual energy fighting with the waves of relaxation. Within moments I could not move, nor did I want to. It was a lot like dreaming, the buildup of sexual energy had my mind thinking of lustful adventures, but with my weakened volition I could not control the dreams. Even though my eyes where staring ahead dreamily, the dreams overlaid my vision as if my eyes where shut. Every now and then my body would involuntarily blink. My first dream was of you coming home, reading the note, pulling my legs down the bed so I was laying flat, then fucking me silly, only to roll off me and leave me there wet and messy to go read my “user manual”. This dream was soon replaced by me at a party, in a summer dress, leaning up on the bar with my ass sticking out behind me. It was a private party, and all of the people where dressed casually. The lighting was dark, with lots of pastel florescent lights, and the place was crowded. I could feel people brushing up against my ass cheeks as they walked by, ignoring me. Enjoying the anonymous touch or anonymous strangers, I moved my hips back hanging my ass over the edge of the stool leaving my lips and pucker exposed to the air. Then I felt someone press their hips against my cheeks, and lean toward the bar above me and ask for a Coke. The unknown man had a deep voice, and a huge… asset… pressing against me.

Surprise for my Husband

Thu, 18 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000

NOTE: this story is FULLY fictional in EVERY way! If this was real life Misty would have left herself an emergency mechanism of escape. Please stay safe, enjoy self bondage if you like (and tie yourself up once in my honor! hehe…).

My name is Misty and I wanted to tell you a story about the 5th wedding anniversary present that I gave to my husband last weekend. My husband was going to a football party and uncharacteristically I stayed home for a little “time to myself”. To tell you a little about me, I’m not model quality, but let’s just say that none of the guys mind me walking around the football parties and barbecues in my short cut summer shorts and tight cut-off cotton shirt. On another note, I love bondage, and I love being tied up. I’ve even played around with self bondage a couple of times before I met my husband. Luckily for me, my husband loves tying me up now and then, and we can spend a whole weekend with me as his little slave pet. He makes me do all the chores in the house mostly naked with bondage/slave gear on, while he sits around watching games, occasionally calling on me for “special chores”. Making me get him beers, give him a lap dances, get him food, and if I’m really good he’ll mount me quickly during a commercial. I love the casual dominance he has over me on these rare weekends. He really knows how to treat me like a proper woman normally, but on these weekends he really knows how to treat me like a sex toy in just the right ways. Anyways, back to the story. I knew I had all day to do whatever I wanted including set up his present since these game parties are all day get-togethers. I started out by closing all the shades in the house except for the back windows, just to feel daring. No one would see me unless they where in our back yard, but just the knowledge that someone COULD see me IF they WHERE there, kept me daydreaming of getting caught throughout my day. I stripped down and admired myself in the mirror for a moment before grabbing a tube of stuff my husband got for me at the porn store. It was a chemical that was supposed to make your skin swell slightly and become more sensitive. I applied the stuff to my nipples, lips, and pussy lips and clit liberally. Everything was tingling now and I noticed in the mirror that my lips had become fuller and poutier, and my nipples had become hard. I went into my bondage drawer and pulled out my slave collar, two solid curved metal bands with a hinge in the middle that formed a rigid “O” around my neck once locked on with a small padlock. I threw the key on the bedside table, and started putting on my leather ankle and wrist cuffs, locking them on, and adding their keys to the pile. After these I added, on a whim, a custom fitted black and red boned corset. This corset had a chain coming from the zipper in the back that I locked onto my slave collar once I had pulled the zipper up. With that chain locked the corset was not coming off without the key which was now in the pile with the others. Looking in the mirror again, I could see my breasts sticking out of the half cup bra of the corset, my nipples still standing at attention. I went to the bathroom and gave myself a quick enema. Now, fully dressed as my slave self and “clean” in the “back” for my husbands use, I went to my drawer to get one more item that would add to the sensations already distracting me. Out of my drawer came my slave tail, a butt plug with what looked like a horse tail coming out of it, and into my butt it went with a tiny bit of that sensitivity gel to coax it in. Now to my chores. I started cleaning the house downstairs where my husband would be forced, by my devious plan, to walk through when he came home. Then, with plenty of time to spare, I cleaned most of the rest of the house, ever aware of my full exposure to the world through my open back windows and glass patio doors. Good thing the power and cable company don’t come on weekends! A couple of times I stopped and took a break, sitting at my computer to look at bondage sites, and self bondage manuals. No one on the net had any information on what I was about to try. (Just a side note, my husband had ingeniously altered my computer chair. Every time either of us, on our separate computers in the computer room, would click either mouse button, my chair would momentarily vibrate under me, thus making browsing the net that much more interesting. The chair even had optional screw in dildo and butt plug attachment points. He has tied my hips down to the chair more than once, with both monsters in me, while he played his online games… My arms tied behind the char, a flat gag keeping me quiet, and sometimes a blindfold on. Today though, no attachments, just the vibrating chair would be enough.) When it was time to get down to business, I reluctantly turned off my computer and went out to the garage with a bag of stuff I had already prepared. First thing I did was open the garage door about 1 foot and swept the garage. Then I used a swifter broom to get up any dust I could, wondering if anyone could see my bare feet and ankle cuffs under the garage door. By the way, our garage is mostly empty considering my car is in front of the garage and my husband gone with his car. We keep the garage pretty uncluttered. We recently had the garage floor sealed with a type of heat insulative rubber that helps keep the garage water pipes from freezing during the winter. The rubber stuff was still new and relatively smooth and now, with my efforts, very clean. The rubber would keep me from having my body on cold concrete. Once the floor was clean, I went to the center of the floor and found the hole my husband had installed in the concrete before the rubber was laid. This hole was a sturdy nut in the floor that my husband explained to the contractors “was for lifting engines with pulleys”. I knew damn well though that the nut was for tying me to the floor so I went to the toolbox and pulled out the eye bolt that fit and screwed it into the floor. Still working with the garage open 1 foot, and wondering if anyone could see me (but knowing it was unlikely), I went about screwing 12 more eyebolts into the garage walls and ceiling (I’ll explain these later). Then I attached a cable lock along each path the ropes would follow. (These devices let rope pass easily through one direction, but they lock the rope to prevent it from traveling backwards). I disconnected the garage door opener from the door and left the door poised so that it was right between the point that gravity would pull it shut and the springs would pull it open. This sent a rush though me, knowing that at any moment, if the door shifted, it could pop open so the whole world could see my naughty game. (And I left the garage door disengaged, set so that it would not catch if the garage door opener was operated.) I moved the garage door opener disengage into what would be the garage open position, and tied 4 ropes to the disengage mechanism. I then ran each of the 4 ropes through the 12 eyebolts in the walls and ceilings, each rope going out from the center of the garage to one of the 4 corners of the garage. The ropes ran across the ceiling, through the cable locks, then down the wall’s corners, then back to the center of the garage on the floor. I tied a knot in each of the ropes in such a way that the knot would be WAY out of my reach once I was done. Each knot had a long loop of rope extending from them and each knot was precisely measured for length. The other day I had come into the garage when my husband was not home and I had set up one rope the same way as I had today. With the garage door clicker in hand I had tested the strength of the opener to make sure that my eyebolt pulley system and the garage door opener would not be able to pull so hard that it could hurt me. Through trial and error I had found out what setting on the garage opener would pull hard enough on me to pull against my strength, but not hard enough to hurt me. Knowing the limits of the garage opener I set the garage opener to the safe, but strong setting I found the other day. Then I stored the ladder I had just used back on the wall, and swept one more time, cleaning up the sawdust made from the installation of the eyebolts. I went over to the garage door, and closed it. It was time to get serious. I took a piece of thick chain and a large padlock out from my bag of tricks a used them to secure the garage door shut so that no one could lift the door. I went and checked all the doors in the house to make sure that they where all locked and that I would be left in piece until my husband came home. I dumped out the remainder of my bag of tricks and grabbed a piece of 1” chain that fit around my waist and put it over my corset. With a large padlock I locked it in place so that it was fairly tight, and set off for the master bathroom. Once upstairs I removed my butt plug covered it with a good deal of sensitivity gel and worked it back into my bottom a couple times to get my insides well coated, eventually removing it, cleaning it, and putting it back in it’s place in the drawer. I grabbed a new toy I had only used once (that my husband does not know about), out of my hidden stash. This wonderful toy was a HUGE butt plug that fills me to my greatest extent. It has two totally AMAZING features. First of all it has a key hole in the bottom of it! I lubed up the toy with sensitivity gel and with a great amount of work I got it into my ass. I grabbed the key, inserted in the bottom of my new toy and tried to turn it. The toy just spun around inside me so I grabbed onto the toy with one hand and the key with the other and turned the key about 10 turns. This turning action was pulling the ends of the plug closer together, and making the part inside my body expand about one and a half inches! Now there was no way to get this toy out without the key! I’ll tell you about the other AMAZING feature later…. Wink wink… I grabbed the butt plug key, the pile of keys on the bedside table, my sensitivity gel, and a multi function dildo, and headed back downstairs. Back in the garage, I set all the keys from every lock (even some locks I was not using) on a pile on the floor against the side wall. I placed a sign made out on cardboard near the keys on the floor reading “spoils of the slave auction sir, slave number 42 ready for extensive testing”. On top of the cardboard sign I added the multi function dildo. Now normally when I do self bondage, I like to tie myself up tight, but not taunt. Then I’ll spend anywhere from 2-3 hours tied up. I’ve found that the first 30-60 minutes is ecstasy and daydreaming. Then the next 10-20 minutes or so is kind of boring, but after that, I go into a kind of Zen, calm sexual daydream about being caught, or found, or punished. This works especially well when I’m tied up so I can’t move much and I’m blindfolded to remove outside distractions. Today would be something totally new for me though, TWICE new. I wanted to try what bondage would be like if I had freedom to move around, my legs would be fairly loose, my arms would be free to move, I would be able to touch my body, and pinch my nipples, but I would be in a position so that I could not touch my privates to get off. But I ALSO wanted to see what it was like to be bound so taunt I could barely breathe! Bound in a completely lewd position, held vulnerable to whoever was in the room. Today I would get both! I grabbed a large pair of pliers and bent the eyebolt attached to the center of the floor down as far as I could. I moved myself to the center of the floor and placed the 5 locks I would need by my side along with the tube of sensitivity gel and a locking blindfold. I padlocked my ankle cuffs to the ropes nearest the garage door. The third padlock was a bit of a pain. I had to push the padlock under the now bent eyebolt, then lay on my back on top of the eyebolt so I could get a link of the 1” chain around my waist into the lock. With my hands behind my back, laying down on top of the eyebolt, I finally got the lock closed around a link on the chain behind me. My heart started pounding with excitement. Now, with this lock closed I was completely trapped! No way to get to my keys. I tested my situation. With the eyebolt bent down, and my corset protecting me, I could lay flat on the ground with only the lock pushing slightly into my back, but not uncomfortably.

Trading Spaces

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Trading Spaces Part I – The Uses of STB (Somidoben Trisopherous Benoline)

As if you where tuning a dial on a television, we are going to tune this story’s narration into the mind of a certain Michael Senatin residing in Intercourse, Pennsylvania as he reads the ingredients and instructions on a new bottle of special something he recently bought to spice up his life….

INGREDIENTS: water, sorbitol, PVP, propylene glycol, carbomer, keratin amino acids, aloe extract, tea tree extract, thriethanolamine, isosteareth-20, terasodium EDTA, fragrance, blue1, yellow 5.

Trying to Wake Up

Sat, 04 Feb 2006 00:00:00 +0000

Part I

Before you get to the story I would like to explain a bit. The story is purposefully abrupt and choppy and confusing at the beginning and a good many places in-between because this story is about a person that is unknowingly being mind controlled. She is “Trying to Wake Up” from the mind control and remembering only fragments of her weekend under control. With this in mind, please enjoy my story.

Not Knowing can be Dangerous and Fun! Part 1: First Bauble