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Chapter 12
"Oh Princess, we have an hour all to ourselves." Jennifer says in a wicked tone, as she forces me to walk across the room.
I know I'm about to endure pain like I've never felt before, so I try to brace myself as well as I can.
I judge we're on the other side of the room near the stairs when she stops. I hear a panel open, and a click.
Jennifer whips off the sack and says, "check this out, I love this part."
A section of the media wall swings open into a short corridor.
Jennifer say's in her deadly sweet tone. "Welcome to our dungeon, slave."
She force walks me down the short corridor into a room bigger than the family room.
"Oh fuck!" I think, "this ain't no kinky bedroom game, this is for real."
There's nothing hokey like fake electric torches, or stone block walls in this dungeon. Other than the black rubber material coating the edges of the floor, it has a clean, contemporary design.
( here I am helpless at the hands of a Sadist, and I'm thinking about the interior decoration?)
There are security cameras everywhere. Off to our left is a long make up table, and salon chair BDSM style, with ankle straps on the foot rest, stainless arms that pivot, with straps at the elbows, wrists, and individual loops for fingers. The seat of the chair has a circle cut out of it, to expose the victim's ass.
Next to the "beauty salon" are sliding closet doors. I assume they hold clothing and shoes, but can't be sure.
Next to the salon is a large shower enclosure, with clear glass walls, shackles hanging from the ceiling, and what appears to be high pressure jets in each corner, set ankle, waist, and head high.
Next to the shower is a suspension frame with quite a few snap hooks, allowing for the victim to be hung in multiple ways.
Directly across from us on the far wall is a four foot high stage with the holy trinity of bondage equipment prominently on display.
There's the infamous St Andrew's Cross, an intricate Spanking Bench, and King Sized Bed, with tubular steel head and foot boards.
There's a tall cabinet on stage against the far wall, which is closed, but I imagine holds the whips, Floggers, and various torture devices.
To the right are two bathrooms, and some kind of "sex chair," for lack of a better term. The victim can be bound on a slanted board in the position where their head is lower than their ass and in a position to give head to a seated Top, receive head, and take it up the ass, all at the same time.
Next to that is a Tantric chair, and bondage swing, hanging from the ceiling, and a second St Andrews Cross. There's also a bondage table, as well as a Stock, shackle sets anchored to the wall, and another set of cabinets.
The center of the room, which consists of a beautiful hard wood floor, I find out later, is left open to host BDSM parties.
Apparently, Mistress hosts a grand gala around Halloween for the kinky locals, and demonstrations are performed on stage.
Chapter 13
I say to Jennifer, "Mistress, I am a willing slave, there's no need for the rope."
"Oh slavey, didn't I tell you I loved having you bound, helpless, and at my mercy?"
"Yes Mistress"
She squeezes the rope and I start to get dizzy again as she leans in and mocks, "give it your best shot, bitch? Oh Princess, you must be some kind of masochist to challenge me like that."
She squeezes until I start to black out, but instead of holding me up, she let's me fall flat on my face.
I twist sideways, despite the rope burn I get, and save my nose from getting broken. My cock and balls, on the other hand, get smashed by my bound hands.
Jennifer leaves me laying there, and walks to the beauty salon area. She quickly ties her hair up in a top knot, applies plum lipstick, and slides into a pair of purple leather thigh high leather boots. She leaves the rest of her body nude.
She walks back over, stopping three feet away, and says "I believe you owe me a boot licking, don't you?"
I try to get to my knees, but every time I bend at the waist, the rope tightens against my throat.
So I resort to wiggling like a worm over to her. My hands abuse my nuts, every squirm of the way.
I'm only able to raise my head for about 30 seconds before the rope forces my head back down. I stick out my tongue and lick the tops of her boots as rapidly as possible.
"Slavey, you have to do better than that, I don't have all night, you know."
"Yes, Mistress," I grunt and redouble my efforts. My face is turning blue, and sweat is pouring off my scalp.
Jennifer squat's next to me and say's with a pout, "You cant even clean boots right, I guess I'll have to punish you."
She unties the knot and orders me to my feet.
I struggle a bit, with my hands still bound, but make it to my feet, keeping my eyes down.
Jennifer grabs the rope dangling from my wrist, and leads me to bondage bed and secures me spread eagle.
She pulls my head back and kisses me. She looks in my eyes with affection and says, "Aren't we having fun Amanda? We have such a long night planned for you." Then leans in and whispers, "I told you I love a challenge."
She starts with a wide cowhide strap, striping the backs of my thighs from just below my ass, to my knees, leaving my ass and back untouched.
With every stroke, my thighs feel like they're being set on fire.
I sob uncontrollably, but can't bring myself to beg her to stop.
This is when my previous welt finally splits and starts bleeding.
I can sense the frustration in her when she hangs up the strap, and grabs my head again.
"You know slave, if you beg, I may take pity on you."
"I I I can't, *sob* MmmMistress"
"Suit yourself, your next punishment is for wearing trainers."
She selects a thin Birch branch with lots of flexibility. She stops at the foot of the table and flails the arch of each foot five times.
I hear the tip swish through the air, and the loud smack as it meets flesh over my screams of pain.
After a few minutes she offers me a couple Tylenol for my pain as I lay there crying.
As she frees my arms and legs, I feel a little bit of relief from the medicine.
After another minute she orders me to stand. She helps me up, and supports me when my knees buckle as I put the soles of my feet on the floor.
She orders me to the beauty chair, and has to support me as I hobble over to the chair. Tears are streaming down my face, but I still refuse to beg.
I climb into the chair, wincing at every move, and Jennifer secures my ankles, wrists, and fingers.
"Can you guess what this punishment is for, slavey?"
"No Mistress."
Because the seat has a cut out, I'm unable to sit on my ass, so all my weight rests on my thighs.
Do you think she planned it that way?
She forces my head back and straps it to the head rest before reclining me. Jennifer then gives me a tender kiss, saying "I love you Princess."
"I love you, Mistress."
Jennifer picks up a pump bottle and starts spritzing the top edges of my breast forms as she say's, "this punishment is for saying you were prettier than me yesterday."
"I'm sorry Mistress."
"Never the less, it was thoughtless and cruel. I could have esteem issues, your cruelty may have pushed me over the edge, I may have gone and done something crazy!" She say's in an all too reasonable tone.
She starts working a thin spatula looking device under the edge of the forms working the adhesive loose
Losing my tits is punishment? I think to myself, there's more to this.
Jennifer has worked the top third of each form loose, and sets the tool down. She then grips the edge and swiftly yanks down, tearing the form off, and causing immense pain in the process.
Holy shit does that sting like a mother fucker! I can't stop myself from giving a girly yelp, which brings a smile to Jennifer's face, btw.
I look down and see glue and bits of silicone still stuck to my skin.
She sprays the solvent on my now naked chest where the leftovers are, and walks around the chair, caressing my face, and repeats the procedure.
Only this time the nipple pad doesn't want to let go. Instead of unplugging the wire, and using the solvent, Jennifer decides to try and twist it off.
Yeah it fuckin hurt, a lot! In fact it was so painful, that I'm thankful my arms were strapped down, cause somebody would have got knocked the fuck out! Ok maybe not, but it did really hurt.
It finally pops free, and I start breathing again.
"Aw, did that hurt? I'm sorry baby, I'll be more careful next time." As she sprays this side.
My eyes are saying, "you sadistic bitch!" but my mouth says, "thank you, Mistress."
"Damn it, you ruined your breast forms, you really need to be more careful, or I'll have to punish you, again tomorrow."
"Yes Mistress, I'll be more careful next time."
"Is she holding back?" I wonder, "she hasn't touched my ass, or back."
Jennifer now removes my nails, making sure to tear every cuticle in the process.
"Oh Amanda, Mistress owns the best salons in Vegas, and just look at your nails! You are hopeless."
"I'm sorry Mistress, I am such a slob."
Thank God she didn't cut them off at the first joint of my finger. I say to myself.
Jennifer frees me from the chair, and she has to help me stand and support me until I get my wobbly legs under control.
She prods me to the shower and shackles my wrists. Pushing a button on a control panel retracts the chains, and raises my arms toward the ceiling.
Jennifer stops the chain when I'm on tippy toes.
"Tell me, Slavey, do you know what this punishment is for?"
"No Mistress."
"It's for being a dirty slut! We watched the security cam footage of you sucking the pizza guy's cock. You really seemed to enjoy it, but tsk tsk tsk, you didn't swallow!"
"Oh fuck, security cams in the office too?"
Jennifer turns the low jets on first, the water stings like needles, but it's not too painful, yet. The jets rotate in a tight circle, and pivot up and down, spraying me from ankle to knee.
Next comes the high jets, which washes over me neck to lower back. I have to keep my eyes closed due to the rebounding water.
An overhead pan shower head is next, but it doesn't jet like the other heads, it actually feels good.
Jennifer turns off all the water before entering the stall and lathering me up with a medicated body wash.
She let's the medication sit there for a few minutes. My arms are on fire, and my shoulders feel like they're gonna pop out of their sockets when she starts all the heads.
My thighs feel like someone's slamming me with a plank full of red hot needles and I scream, almost drowning myself in the process.
Jennifer stops the water and lowers the chains, I collapse coughing and choking to the floor. She joins me in the stall, and releases the bindings.
Jennifer rubs my back until I stop coughing, and helps me to my feet.
I take three steps outside the shower and collapse again.
"Please Mistress, no more, I'll be a good girl, I PROMISE. Please don't hurt me any more, please."
Weeping, I force myself into the face down, ass up posture and start kissing and licking her boots, while continuing to beg.
Have I broken so soon? No, I may have bent, but I'm not broken, yet. Every muscle in my body is shrieking in pain, and quivering with fatigue as I kneel there though.
Jennifer just stands there, saying nothing, allowing me to lick her boots for a good five minutes. She finally leans down and helps me to my feet.
"It's time to prepare you for Mistress, lets dry you off."
We walk back to the salon area and she applies three heavy coats of bright red lipstick, and removes the butt plug.
She slides a white garter belt around my waist. She manages to get me into a a pair of white stockings, white g string, white miniskirt, and 5" heeled white pumps.
Jennifer leads me over to the St Andrew's Cross #2 and straps me in facing the cross. She blindfolds me and forces a penis gag into my mouth before stepping away.
Chapter 14
I hear a pair of heels cross the room and stop behind me. There is silence for an unbearable five minutes before I hear Susan say,
"If that welt leaves a scar, you will be severely punished Jennifer."
I hear the fear in Jennifer's voice as she replies, " yes Mistress."
Susan approaches me and whispers, "well well, what have we here?"
Her nails trail down my back, hard enough to cause pain without breaking the skin.
"Jennifer, go get the jar and the water from the kitchen."
I hear Jennifer walk away, and Susan walk over and open a cabinet. I hear a swishing sound as Susan returns.
"Good evening my pretty, I'd say you've
had quite the eventful weekend."
I nod yes, and try to talk around my gag, but my voice is too weak.
"You obviously enjoyed the carrot, but tell me, how are you enjoying the stick?" She asks as she fastens a white leather collar around my throat.
She turns my head and removes the gag. She stares into my glazed, pain filled eyes expectantly.
"I was a naughty girl Mistress, I deserve my punishment. I'll try my best to be your good, obedient slave in the future."
Her brow goes up as she say's "once again you impress me Amanda, most slaves beg me for mercy after a hour with Jennifer."
"I did beg Miss Jennifer, Mistress."
"I know my dear, but you have endured your punishment with dignity and acceptance."
She kisses me tenderly before saying, "but I'm afraid we're not done yet."
"Yes Mistress, please punish me more."
Susan starts with a deer hide flogger across my shoulders, causing them to sting, I feel the heat rush up my spine as she gets into rhythm.
She works the strikes down my back, bringing the fire with every stroke.
After 5 excruciating minutes, she replaces this flogger for a heavier Elk hide flogger.
The heavy blows would drive me to my knees if I wasn't secured to the cross. My back feels like one big sheet of molten lava.
Tears are flowing like Niagara Falls and I can't help but cry out with every strike.
After 10 more minutes of flogging, Mistress stops. She hangs up the flogger, and walks across the room to the bathroom.
She returns and drapes a cold, wet medicinal smelling towel across my shoulders, and down my back.
She leans in close and strokes my hair as she say's "no more pain my pet, you did very good. Take a few deep breaths, that's it, my love."
She gently wipes my face with a wash cloth, and holds me, stroking my hair until Jennifer returns.
Jennifer unlocks my bonds, and replaces them with white leather padded cuffs. Jen supports me as Susan snaps a leash to my collar, and leads me to the sex chair.
I am forced to kneel in the padded slots of the chair and my ankle cuffs secured. Then face down across the slanted board, with my wrists secured just below the board I was laying on almost in a push up position. There is a seat directly in front of my face.
I feel the leg slots slide sideways and lock into place, spreading my thighs, and exposing my balls, cock, and asshole.
"Bring it up to 95, Jennifer, then load it up, fully."
"Yes Mistress."
Jennifer walks to a cabinet behind me and removes several items from there.
Susan leans down and removes my blindfold. I raise my head to see Mistress standing there in red leather thigh high boots, with very tall silver heels.
She is securing a harness around her hips, that has a large steel ring right above her pussy.
Jennifer hands her a 9" dildo with a smaller attachment that slips into pussy, which she vaculocks in place. Jennifer then sets up two camcorders on tripods.
Susan stands there, hands on hips, and looks down at me with a twinkle in her eyes.
Chapter 15
"My, don't you look lovely with your cock sucker red lipstick, and virginal white lingerie, I just know you're ready to give up your virginity. Since you were so good, I'm going to reward you with a choice, would you like my cock to pop your cherry, or Mistress Jennifer's?"
What a dilemma! What is the right answer? I want it to be Jennifer's, but something tells me that's a trap.
"Mistress Susan, my heart may belong to Mistress Jennifer, but my soul belongs to you."
Susan gives me a very evil smile, and say's, "oh Amanda, what a clever answer, I already claimed your soul, my pet, now choose."
I close my eyes and drop my head before saying, "My ass is yours Mistress Madison."
Susan grabs my hair and yanks my head up, and I see the fire in her eyes as she says, "I know your ass is mine! Next time choose you words better."
"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry I misspoke, please bury your cock in my ass Mistress Madison."
"That's better slave, I forgive you my dear."
Much to my shock I hear "Jennifer, you may have the honors."
"Oh thank you, Mistress!" Jennifer gushes. I add my voice to hers.
Susan then sits in the seat in front of me. Her seat raises electrically until her cock presses against my lips.
I open my mouth and Susan continues to raise until her cock is half way down my throat.
I relax my throat and push myself up, giving me room to blow Susan properly.
I feel Jennifer slide a lubed finger up my ass, and moan with pleasure. I pause when she adds a second, then third finger, working them in and out.
"Concentrate, pet, my pleasure always comes before yours."
I notice that Susan's dildo vibrates and speeds up the faster I slide my lips up and down. I try to concentrate on Susan's cock, as Jennifer slides my clitty free of the g string, and secures a cylinder around my rock hard clitty, it feels like a pair of lips.
I hear a click and whatever Jennifer locked on my cock starts sliding up and down my shaft simulating a blow job.
I moan with a mouth full of Susan's cock, and focus all my will on blowing her faster.
I feel Jennifer lift up my skirt, and tear the g string off. Then she places her left hand on my hip and imagine her right guiding her cock to my anus.
I feel her slippery head teasing my crack before penetrating.
At first it hurts like hell, but Jennifer pauses a moment, giving the pain a chance to fade, and her right hand grabs my other hip.
My adrenalin is pumping through my body with all the stimulation I'm feeling. Jennifer slowly buries her cock to the balls, and I hear her groan in animalistic pleasure.
Jennifer thrusts her hips, speeding up to match blow job pace. I feel her balls slap against mine, as she starts slamming her cock home.
I continue to concentrate on Susan's cock, sucking it as hard and fast as possible as her hand forces my head down with every stroke.
I feel the "lips" sliding up and down my shaft, and can't stop from cumming.
I can tell Susan is cumming by the way her body shudders, she has to be having multiples.
Jennifer is growling as she pounds my ass, pushing me forward with every thrust. I feel her hot cock in my ass, and it feels fucking wonderful.
"Ohh oh Mistress, she is so tight! It feels so fucking good!"
Jennifer digs her nails into my hips, drawing blood, and begs Susan to allow her to cum.
Susan is too busy cumin to answer her, so Jennifer strains to hold back.
Susan jams my head down, shoving her cock down my throat and holding it down with both hands.
"You may cum, my love."
I feel Jennifer's hot load shoot deep in my ass, as Susan's cock shoots a huge load down my throat!
"Swallow every fucking drop, slave!" Susan commands.
I wrap my lips tightly around her dildo, and force myself to choke down the unbelievably large load of cum.
I finally swallow it down, as Jennifer pulls out. My clitty is getting hard again under the lips, that continues to stimulate.
Mistress releases my head, and lowers her seat. I lay there spent, sweat dripping off my brow.
Jennifer walks around and locks me in a passionate kiss, then heads to the bathroom.
I raise my head to see Susan pick up my jar from a pot of hot water and empty it into her dildo.
I realize I just swallowed at least five loads at once!
"Mistress?" I say softly.
"Yes, my pet?"
"Thank you, for everything. I love you."
She smiles warmly and replies, "I love you too, my good girl."
"Mistress, I came without permission."
"I know dear, I expected it, you're forgiven."
Jennifer comes back drying her cock and sits in the chair in front of me.
Susan steps behind me and lubes my ass again.
Jennifer leans in and whispers, "round two, lover, now wrap those beautiful lips around my cock, bitch!"
"Yes Mistress."
I lick the tip before taking her semi hard cock in my mouth. She swells up filling my mouth just as Susan stuffs her cock in my ass.
Susan pounds my ass as I work to get Jennifer off. It takes me twenty long, painful minutes to get her off. I have two more orgasms myself before Jennifer fills my throat, and Susan my ass.
Susan gives my balls a squeeze before releasing my much abused cock from the sleeve.
Jennifer releases my wrists and ankles, and helps me stand. My legs turn into rubber, and I fall to my knees.
Jennifer goes to help me up but Mistress stops her.
"I believe our slave has one more task to complete, Darling."
Susan walks over with a cup half full of cum and tilts my head back.
I obediently say, "please Mistress, may I clean up my mess?" And open my mouth.
Susan and Jennifer smile down at me as Susan pours my last three loads down my throat, I feel the warm sticky cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg as I kneel there and swallow.
"Thank you, Mistress Susan, thank you, Mistress Jennifer."
They remove my shoes, and help me to my feet. They frog march me to the shower stall, and Jennifer removes her boots, and undresses me.
Susan starts the pan shower head, and Jennifer lathers me up with the medicated body wash.
She sticks her soapy finger up my ass to scoop out the remaining cum, as we rinse off under the soothing warm water.
Susan has removed her harness and boots, and joins us to shower herself.
Jennifer exits the shower, and stops the water as Susan supports me. Jennifer then retrieves three robes from the family room bathrooms.
Chapter 16
We slip on the robes, and they assist me upstairs, and outside to the hot tub.
Susan explains the tub will be painful at first, but the heat will help my wounds, and relax my muscles.
Susan helps me slide into the tub with a lot of wincing, as Jennifer retrieves our cigarettes.
We soak in silence for thirty minutes before we head inside. I lean against the kitchen counter as Jennifer administers first aid.
She packs my welt with triple a before placing a gauze pad across the wound, and wrapping more gauze around my thigh, and taping it up.
Susan comes in and says, "no heels tonight, girls. Jennifer, please run upstairs and bring down something loose for Amanda to wear. I want to speak to both of you in the office in ten minutes.
Jennifer returns wearing purple sweats, a t shirt of some band I never heard of, and purple trainers. She helps me into a pink sun dress with a loose flowing skirt, and soft ankle socks in matching pink.
The dress lays flat against my chest, which depresses me a bit, as Jennifer slips my feet into the socks.
We hobble into the office to find Susan already there, wearing her Kimono.
Susan smiles as we enter and gestures for us to sit on the couch by the fireplace.
"I believe we spoke about Chinese for dinner, Amanda, what do you like?"
"I like almost anything spicy, Mongolian Beef and Chicken with Peanuts and Peppers, are my favorites."
"Egg Rolls, Pot Stickers, or soup?"
"Yes, Mistress, I like them both, no thank you on the soup."
"Jennifer, please do the honors, I'll have the usual, and then pour us some wine."
Jennifer walks to the desk and makes her call, and soon returns with the wine.
Chapter 17
"Adam, I'd say you had an interesting
Weekend, tell me, how do you feel?"
Adam? WTF, is she tossing me out? Am I just another sucker in a long string of fools they fuck with on weekends?
"Bruised and confused, Mistress. This is the first time you've used my male name."
Susan smiles, and Jen takes my hand. "I bet you're confused, (oh shit, here it comes) so I shall explain. Jennifer and I need to fly to New York tomorrow, then on to California, before returning home on the 17th."
"In the two weeks we're gone, you will live in guy mode. You are NOT to wear any lingerie, make up, perfume, or heels, nor are you to shave your body."
"Is this more punishment Mistress?"
"Oh no, love, While we're gone, you need to resign, break your lease, pack up your personal effects, and move in here with us. I presume you would rather do this in male mode, no?"
The relief is quite evident in my voice when I reply, "yes, Mistress, thank you for thinking things through."
"Jennifer will arrange for Goodwill to pick up your furniture and everything else you no longer need. You will stay here, in Jennifer's room while your room is made ready, you may choose any of the unoccupied rooms upstairs."
"When we return, we'll arrange for Doctor's visits, we want to get you started on hormones. Also you need to put on some weight, so my plastic surgeon has some excess skin to work with. You'll be in corsets when we return, we want you to keep a feminine figure, after all."
"That means pig out, Princess." Jennifer adds.
"Let's discuss your role here, shall we? First, you will attend Beauty School, all of my girls are expected to understand my business. I expect you to take over running the house, you will supervise our ladies, grant access to the cleaning crew on Tuesdays, the lawn service on Wednesdays, and the pool cleaners every other Friday. Jennifer has instructions prepared for you."
"You will NOT reward the ladies in male mode, understood?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Do you have any questions on your duties so far?"
"Yes Mistress, will I receive health benefits? Or a stipend to purchase my own coverage?"
"We'll cover finances in a moment, as to health care, I will pay all of your medical expenses out of pocket, including breast, hip, and butt augmentations, and Adam's Apple removal. You will have that in writing as soon as you sign our contract."
"Will I be allowed free time to pursue outside hobbies?"
Jennifer chimes in as if she can't believe someone could have interests outside fashion or make up, "What other hobbies do you have?"
Susan raises a brow inquiringly as well, so I answer with a question.
"Mistress Susan, how do you feel about guns?"
Jennifer sits up, a little alarmed, and Susan sits back and holds her hands up fingertips touching.
"Tell me Adam, do you have a gun upstairs with your suit?"
"No, Mistress, but there is one in my car, locked in a gun safe."
"I see...You are full of surprises, aren't you?"
"I don't understand, did I break some rule?"
"It's nothing darling, I don't have an issue as long as you agree to my rules. We can discuss them when we get back, anything else?"
"I have a Bass guitar I fool around with, and ah, I kinda have a car I've been working on sitting in storage."
Susan is amused by this, she replies, "the guitar is fine, as long as you don't disturb us, now about this kinda car?"
"Well I've been working on restoring one of my dream cars, but due to time and budget limitations, it's been placed on the back burner for awhile."
"What kind of car?"
"68 Camaro SS, Mistress. It still needs a bit of body work, engine work, and paint."
"I'm afraid it has to go, love. I can't have one of my girls wrenching on cars in greasy overalls."
I try to hide the sadness in my voice as I reply, "I understand Mistress, I'll put an ad on Craig's List this week."
Jennifer pulls me into s hug, and kisses the side of my head.
Chapter 18
"Next order of business, I have a contract I need you to sign, you may read it over, or I can give you the Cliff Notes version right now."
"It doesn't have any brown M&M clauses or anything crazy hidden in there does it?" (Dear readers, Google Van Halen & M&M's)
Jennifer is clueless but Susan laughs.
"No darling, it's as straight forward as legalese gets."
I smile and accept the leather binder from Susan. I pick up her desk pen and sign it without reading it. I then pick up her letter opener and prick my left thumb, pressing a bloody print down next to my signature.
"Susan laughs and asks, "Are we that evil?"
I smile back and say, "Jennifer is."
Jennifer's eyes narrow and she say's, "I'm going to make you regret that, smart ass!"
"I think we should cover some of this, just so there are no misunderstandings."
"One, you will obey every order issued without hesitation, in the event of conflicting orders, you will always defer to Susan Madison's order."
"Two, you will live as a woman full time, change your legal name to Amanda Renee Swallows. Also agree to hormone treatment, as well as Adam's Apple, Breast, Hip, and Butt augmentation to enhance your feminine appearance. The one exception being your penis. You shall keep it for Susan's pleasure. All medical procedures to be paid for by Susan Madison "
"Three, you shall wear high heels every waking moment of the day, with exceptions granted by Susan Madison."
"Four, this contract has a one hundred eighty day probationary period, at which time both parties shall evaluate the relationship to determine if this contract is to remain binding, If Amanda Renee Swallows and Susan Madison both agree. In the event that Susan Madison and Amanda Swallows decide to part company, Amanda shall be paid the sum of twenty four thousand dollars, and retain all clothing and jewelry purchased within the probationary period."
Chapter 19
"I don't understand the probation period, Mistress."
"You must live as a woman full time for a year before a Doctor can prescribe hormones, I just happen to own a Doctor that will do it in six months for me, my dear. So I decided to give us both one last out before we mutually decide to stay together."
"Then I accept those terms Mistress, I will not fail you, or Mistress Jennifer."
"I know my pet, the contract is just a formality. I think you'll do wonderfully, don't you Jennifer?"
"She better, or I'll kick her ass."
"I love you too, Mistress Jennifer. Now, about the name? Where did Renee and Swallows come from, and may I have a say in the matter?"
Both Susan and Jennifer say "NO!" At the same time. And Jennifer continues, "I chose Renee because YOU chose Swallows the minute you sucked off the pizza guy, and I thought ARS were proper initials for a smart arse like yourself."
"But I didn't swallow the pizza guy's load!"
"Oh yes you did, only it was out of Mistress's cock, dummy."
Susan laughs at my resigned sigh and mumbled "I liked Reynolds."
"Let's step outside for a cigarette, the food should be here soon." Susan suggests.
Jennifer helps me stand, and we head out.
My fingers look...short? Without my nails, and Jennifer say's, " Don't let it bother you Princess, when we get back , we'll go get full pedi's and mani's, ok?"
"Thank you, Mistress."
Chapter 20
Susan stares at me for a uncomfortable minute before speaking.
"Adam, tell me why you chose to build a website, instead of practicing your make up."
"Well to be honest Mistress, Jennifer is to blame." Jen opens her mouth to speak, but Susan raises a brow at her, before signaling me to continue.
"Mistress Jennifer asked me if I Goggled my clients before my appointments. I had to admit I didn't, and wondered why I never thought of such a brilliant idea."
Jennifer is smiling now as I continue,
"So when the opportunity came along, I jumped on it. BTW, there's no links between Susan Madison and BDSM anywhere to be found."
"I know dear, I pay quite a lot to retain my privacy."
"Well, when I Googled you, I found a lot of information, and a link to your Salon's web site. Forgive me if what I say next offends you."
Susan encourages me to go on.
"I found your site lacking finesse, and the elegance I've come to expect from something with your name on it. I felt these was a lot of potential your webmaster was missing out on, so I decided to give it a go."
"With the software I have, and the files from Mistress Jennifer's laptop, I was able to create the new site for you."
I mouth sorry to Jennifer as I wait for Susan to speak.
Susan finally speaks, "Adam, I've always taken advantage of every opportunity presented to me, but you've presented me with quite a dilemma here."
"Jennifer and I have been searching for the right girl to add to our household for a long time now. You are a dream come true, everything clicks between us."
"But now that we found the perfect Majordomo, you go and design a website that has so much more potential than my current one, that I'm forced to concede that leaving you to run the house would be a waste of potential, and that's something that I refuse to do, for both of our sakes."
She pauses to inhale, I can see the conflict on her face, and know this hard for her.
Jennifer say's softly, "go ahead Mistress, you saw how well she took her punishment. She's up to the challenge."
Susan stares at us for a moment, stubs out her cigarette and say's, "I believe you're right, Jennifer."
"Adam, are you up to a challenge from your Mistress?"
"Oh yes, Mistress, I'd drop to my knees and beg to serve you, but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get back up." I gush happily.
"That won't be necessary my love, I believe you." She looks at Jen, who nods encouragingly, and makes her decision.
"Adam, you are now my Web Mistress, as well as my new Majordomo. You'll have to work twice as hard, but I'll provide all the resources. Tell me what you need to do the job."
My throat dry's up and electricity runs through my body, I think it over carefully before I say, "Mistress, I'll need three Apple computers, up to date software, and full access to your network."
"Can you have a site ready for the launch of our cosmetics line? I want every product available for mail order by August 15th., can it be done?"
"Get me a T3 line installed, and the computers and server space, and I'll not only have a killer web site, but start up a Amazon Marketplace account, to really drive sales."
"I see, how soon could you replace our current web site with the new one?"
"Thirty minutes with access to the network, for the site I built yesterday, Mistress. I can have the page with the new products ready two weeks after I have what I need."
Chapter 21
The door bell rings, and Jennifer runs to answer the door, as Susan helps me into the kitchen.
"Why did you choose to sell insurance? It seems like such a waste of talent."
"IT jobs have mostly moved over seas, and the ones that remain don't pay very well. When it comes to web design, the designers do all the work, the owners reap in the rewards, and the independents have a very hard time making a name for themselves."
"With insurance sales, my income is based on how hard I work, and how effective I am at selling, not going to the guy who's name is on the door."
Susan smiles and says, "you realize that my name is on the proverbial door, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress, but I'm your slave, you should benefit from my labor. Besides, my labor for you is done out of love, not a paycheck."
Jennifer enters the kitchen with two large bags of food and lines the cartons up on the breakfast table.
Susan gets the plates and silverware, and returns to the table.
"Adam, I really hate to burst your bubble, love. Yes you are my slave, and your top priority is to make my life more comfortable, but if you labor for my business, you WILL be compensated what I deem to be a fair wage. Period, end of story, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, I was going to wait until after dinner, but since you brought it up, You WILL accept $150.000 for the new website, and I will be paying you for the new site you build for me. Now say yes Mistress, and drop the subject, for ever!"
I drop my eyes..
"Look at me!"
I raise my eyes and say, "yes Mistress."
Holy shit! She wants to pay me six figures for six hours of work! I knew the site was good, but that good?
She holds my gaze for a moment and finally say's "let's eat, I'm starving."
We enjoy our food, and Jennifer lays claim to my chicken dish after a forkful, surprising me because it's very spicy.
Jennifer and I rinse the dishes, load the dishwasher, and put up the left overs before rejoining Susan in the office.
Chapter 22
Susan hangs up her phone before looking up and smiling.
"Mistress, I would appreciate it if you would please call me Amanda. Adam died Friday afternoon."
"Ok Love, Amanda it is."
"I'm just going continue calling you bitch!" Jennifer chimes in.
We all laugh a minute before Susan continues, "Here are the alarm codes, gate code, and keys to the house, if you need one of the SUV's for moving, the keys are in a box on the wall by the door. The code is on the card with the others.
Jennifer will arrange for a T3 line to be installed, and order you a desk and chair. Please have them set it up across from Jennifer, to the left of my desk.
Jennifer, shoot her a link to the catalog, and let her select the desk and chair she wants."
"Amanda, you have an appointment with Cindy tomorrow at 11:00, don't be late, Cindy has to catch a flight at 2."
"Yes Mistress, I won't be late."
I look over the catalog, and select a large Cherry wood L shaped desk, and Aeron Chair by Henry Miller."
"Amanda, do you think you need to see a doctor about your wounds?"
"No, Mistress, I'll be fine."
"Alright, we have two more things to discuss, before we can relax. Amanda,
jennider has arranged for your tattoo appointment on Friday at 3:00 at Ironhorse, with Angela."
"Tattoo Mistress?"
"Yes love, you will carry my mark, just as Jennifer does."
Jennifer chimes in, "I'll have her pierce your ears, and naval while you're there. How about a Prince Albert, Mistress?"
I quickly Google a Prince Albert and turn white.
I whisper "please, Mistress Jennifer, tell me you're not serious."
My Dommes laugh and Jen finally say's, "oh Princess, you are so much fun."
Susan gets back to business. "Amanda, I'm afraid your car has to go."
"Mistress?"
"None of my girls should be seen in a compact Honda. After meeting Cindy, you will go buy a car I wouldn't mind being seen in. Don't go crazy, no Ferrari's or Lamborghini's, try to keep it reasonable please."
"Ah Mistress, I ah..."
"Amanda! What did I say about those words you were about to speak?" Jennifer says forcefully.
"Cindy will provide you with a line of credit, you WILL use it to buy a car and whatever else you need. Get your computer equipment, software, pay off your lease, and any outstanding bills. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, now here's a check for the web site, may I suggest you switch banks, and open an account with mine?"
"Yes Mistress."
Susan spends some time checking out her new web site, making notes of some minor tweaks she wants done.
Jennifer is working on her morning call and to do list, and I do some research on what software I was going to need.
Excitement gets the better of me so I start car shopping. I look at Porsche's, Audi's, Jags, Lexus, Infinity, Mercedes, Aston Martin, Lotus, Shelby, Acura, and BMW.
I ask to be excused and limp out for a cigarette.
Chapter 23
Wow, what a weekend, I went from Insurance SalesMAN, to Web Mistress, from boy, to girl, to boy, and from working my ass of for $60k a year to $150k in six hours, an unlimited budget, no rent payments, and no car payments.
I have become bisexual, been fucked up the ass twice, and swallowed more loads of cum than I shot all last year. The backs of my thighs look like a candy cane, and I fell in love with a sadistic she male who tortures me for fun, while becoming a slave to the most intoxicating woman on the planet.
I slip out my dress, kick off my socks, and remove my bandage before I climb into the hot tub.
Jennifer comes out ten minutes later, lights her own cigarette and joins me in the tub.
"Is everything ok, Princess? You look like a deer caught in the headlights."
"This has been one hell of a weekend. I'm trying to absorb everything that's happened here."
"I understand, four years ago I was a rebellious kid from LA who came to Las Vegas looking for a job. One week I was unemployed, starving, and about two weeks away from losing my apartment."
"I went into Mistress's salon to beg for a job, any job, when fate smiled upon me for the first time in my life."
"One week I was starving, the next I was flying off in a private jet to the Cannes Film festival as Susan Madison's personal make up artist. It was on that flight I accepted my bondage."
"What will she expect from me? It would crush me to disappoint her, or you, my love."
"She expects exceptional performance. She doesn't expect perfection, but she does expect the people that serve her to be a cut above the rest. I on the other hand expect you to keep biting pillows for me :p"
"Cmon, Mistress wants to see you before we go to bed."
I climb out of the tub unassisted, as Jennifer grabs a couple of robes out of the cabinet. She kindly gathers up our clothes, and we head inside.
Chapter 24
"Amanda, how are you feeling, my dear?"
"Euphoric, in pain, and quite overwhelmed. You create quite a vortex for those around you, Mistress."
She smiles and say's, "well, that's a first. I kind of like that, Susan Madison, tornado extraordinaire."
She walks up and draws us into a group hug, kissing each of us.
"Will you be ok here for a couple of weeks?"
"Yes, Mistress, thank you again, for everything."
She walks back to her desk, picks up a small gift box, and hands it to me.
I open the box to find a beautiful, elegant Dunhill lighter, engraved, Amanda, with love, MSM.
My eyes tear up when she says, "I hope you come to cherish this as much as your Zippo."
I hug her tightly, weeping like a girl and whisper "I will, Mistress."
She hugs me back and finally says, "I have one more task for you while we're gone."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Starting Wednesday, you will make yourself a salad every day for lunch, or dinner, and I expect you to use your own cum as salad dressing. I want a picture of your dressed salad sent to Jennifer's phone before you eat it. This will be your daily task until we return."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Ok, let's get to bed, we all have busy days tomorrow. Jennifer, you'll sleep with me tonight, Amanda needs her rest."
Jennifer bandages my leg again before slipping into a white babydoll with little pink heart pattern, and matching panties. She sets her alarm for 7:30, sets my laundered guy clothes ( thanks again, Ladies) on the vanity bench, and kisses me good night.
Chapter 25
I awake to the sound of terrible R&B music, and quickly turn it off. I am very stiff, and my thighs and ass hurt like a son-a-bitch as I roll out of bed.
I limp to the closet to check out my thighs, they're very bruised. I decide on a hot bath as opposed to a shower, and use Epsom salt instead of bubble bath. (guy mode, remember?)
I soak until Jennifer comes to check on me, she starts packing as I dry off, and help her. We kiss, careful of my split lip, holding each other tenderly for a few moments.
I help her finish packing and prepare to dress myself when Jennifer slips up behind me, and ties a blindfold around my eyes.
I freeze up and stand there. I don't know what her intentions are, so I brace myself for the worse.
I feel her kneel in front of me, gather up my clitty and balls, and close some kind of device around them. I hear a lock snap closed and Jennifer stand up.
She removes the blindfold, smiling wickedly.
"Mistress, don't you trust me?"
"It's not an issue of trust, Princess, it's all about possession, love."
"May I ask how I'm to complete Mistress's final order?"
"Well, I guess you'll have to find a way to milk yourself, I'd recommend, no insist you go buy a vibrator. You will record the conversation, ask the clerk for advice, and tell them your Mistress sent you."
"You are evil, Mistress."
"I know, isn't it fun!" she says with a giggle.
I get dressed, grab my Coach wallet and transfer my ID's to my old wallet, I have to leave before my Dommes, so Jennifer and I say our tearful goodbyes, and kneel for Mistress Susan before I go.
My resignation doesn't go as smoothly as I'd have liked. Mr Crockett is great, but my manager lays down a heavy guilt trip, and my co workers give me grief over my femme eyebrows. I'm finally able to escape by 10:15.
I stop at a car wash to clean out, vacuum, and wash the Civic, then head over to Cindy's office.
Chapter 26
I arrive at the law firm three minutes early, and I'm shown right in. Sam bows slightly after his secretary leaves us, and offers me a seat.
He offers me coffee but I decline, so we get down to business.
"I've prepared your employment contract with Madison Enterprises, starting salary $150,000 a year, to be paid in twelve equal installments of $12.500. Here is your first check, and your new cell phone, congratulations."
"Here is your credit card, we'll need to activate it, here use my phone. There is no limit on it, and the bills come directly here to our accounting department. Mistress has informed us to expect transactions involving an automobile, and computer equipment."
Cindy, or Sam rather, offers me the use of their financial services, and I promise to call and make an appointment. I thank him, and he bows and tells me he's happy to be of service.
Chapter 27
I awake to the sound of terrible R&B music, and quickly turn it off. I am very stiff, and my thugs and ass hurt like a son-a-bitch as I roll out of bed.
I limp to the closet to check out my thighs, they're very bruised. I decide on a hot bath as opposed to a shower, and use Epsom salt instead of bubble bath. (guy mode, remember?)
I soak until Jennifer comes to check on me, she starts packing as I dry off, and join her. We kiss, careful of my split lip, holding each other tenderly for a few moments.
I help her finish packing and prepare to dress myself when Jennifer slips up behind me, and ties a blindfold around my eyes.
I freeze up and stand there. I don't know what her intentions are, so I brace myself for the worse.
I feel her kneel in front of me, gather up my clitty and balls, and close some kind of device around them. I hear a lock snap closed and Jennifer stand up.
She removes the blindfold, smiling wickedly.
"Mistress, don't you trust me?"
"It's not an issue of trust, Princess, it's all about possession, love."
"May I ask how I'm to complete Mistress's final order?"
"Well, I guess you'll have to find a way to milk yourself, I'd recommend, no insist you go buy a vibrator. You will record the conversation, ask the clerk for advice, and tell them your Mistress sent you."
"You are evil, Mistress."
"I know, isn't it fun!" she says with a giggle.
I get dressed, grab my Coach wallet and transfer my stuff to my old wallet. I have to leave before my Dommes, so Jennifer and I say our tearful goodbyes, before I go.
Chapter 28
My resignation doesn't go as smoothly as I'd have liked. Mr Crockett is great, but my manager lays down a heavy guilt trip, and my co workers give me grief over my femme eyebrows. I'm finally able to escape by 10:15.
I stop at a car wash to clean, vacuum, and wash the Civic, then head over to Cindy's office.
I arrive at the law firm three minutes early, and I'm shown right in. Sam bows slightly after his secretary leaves us, and offers me a seat.
He offers me coffee but I decline, so we get down to business.
"I've prepared your employment contract with Madison Enterprises, starting salary $150,000 a year, to be paid in twelve equal installments of $12.500. Here is your first check, and your new cell phone, congratulations."
"I have started the process of legally changing your name, I just need to know which agencies I need to contact."
"Here is your credit card. you'll receive a new one when the name change is complete. We'll need to activate it, here use my phone. It's a no limit card, and the bills come directly here to our accounting department. Mistress has informed us to expect transactions involving an automobile, and computer equipment."
Cindy, or Sam rather, offers me the use of their financial services, and I promise to call and make an appointment. I thank him, and he bows and tells me he's happy to be of service.
I have a cigarette before heading to my bank. I arrive, and it takes thirty minutes to close my accounts, and pay off my credit card.
Chapter 29
I drive to Susan's bank and open checking and savings accounts with my checks from Susan and cash from my closed accounts. I now have $166,000 and change in my accounts, much to my shock.
I stop by my apartment for some clothes, toiletries, and my gaming computer. I load them into the Civic, and stop at the leasing office.
I inform them I had to break my lease, and would vacate by the end of the month. We make arrangements for them to inspect the unit on the 28th, before they return my security deposit.
I'm hungry and very sore so I decide to forego car shopping. I grab some Carne Asada taco's, guacamole dip, and some chips and head home.
I carry my clothes and food in, but leave the comp for now. I drop my bag at the foot of the stairs, grab a plate and Pepsi from the fridge, fix myself a Black Devil, and settle in at Susan's desk to eat and watch the flat panel mounted to the left of the door.
My new iPhone rings around 4:00 and I read the text..."Princess, we have arrived safe, and are on our way to see Wicked. Here's the schedule for the Painters, and T3 installers. All our valuables are locked in the safe, but stay vigilant none the less. I hope you're healing up, I cant wait to come home and fuck your ass. XOXO Mistress Jennifer."
I open the attachment and see that the Painters will be here Monday-Wednesday of next week, and the T3 guys will be here this Thursday.
I text her back and ask about the "Ladies" on Thursday. She thanks me for reminding her, and she would take care of it.
Chapter 30
The next two weeks fly by, I buy myself a white BMW M3, matching 1200cc Motorcycle, and my computers and software. I order myself replacement breast forms, this time settling for the newest 36C model. I waste a day exchanging all my unworn clothes for the correct size, and saying a silent prayer of thanks that Emily wasn't on duty.
My Camaro is bought by some some dweeb who knew nothing about cars, and wanted to "drop a Hemi in it." I charged the idiot $10k, this was on Tuesday.
The only real interesting things that happened were using the vibrator to milk myself, and getting my tats.
The clerk at the sex shop didn't bat an eye when I asked his advice on vibrators. He sold me a long, narrow blue one with a L shaped tip. I found the best way to use it was to lay face down, ass up, and work it in and out. I used a plate to catch my cum. It took me forty minutes, and a film called "Boss Bitch's" to cum the first time.
The other thing was my tattoo appointment. Angela was my artist, and she made quick work of my ankle. Then it got interesting...
"Drop your drawers, and lay face down."
"Excuse me?"
Angela hands me a fax, it say's "Slavey, do whatever Angela says, or face my wrath when I get home. XOXO Mistress Jennifer."
Turning red I drop my drawers. Angela looks at the CB6000 and say's, "if you were my bitch, that would be a Prince Albert chastity piercing. Now up on the table, slavey."
I should have known Jennifer would order a Tramp Stamp for me. It's a 2.5" image of Jen standing there in purple thigh high boots, bustier, mini skirt, one hand pointing at her feet, the other holding a whip.
Underneath it say's in .5" high cursive, "Mistress Jennifer's bitch." In bright violet.
(Did I tell you how much I dislike tat's?)
"Phone, slavey, I need to send a pic to Jen."
Angela pierces my ears a second time, and then my navel. She gives me instructions on care for my new ink, and sends me on my way, like a dog.
I actually tip her $50 before I head home.
Chapter 30
My new room is next to Jennifer's, it's painted soft pink, with a new Queen Sized bed, huge walk in closet just like Jennifer's, with one exception. Mine has a big gun safe bolted in. I guess Susan made her decision.
I have Susan's new site almost ready, I'm just waiting for the studio to send over the photo's of the palettes.
I just finished scanning the palettes when Susan and Jennifer arrive home Friday morning.
I'm wearing faded black sweats, my old Van Halen II shirt, and beat up old Nike Air's when Jennifer and Susan walk into the office.
I jump up and drop to my knees, eyes down, and say, "welcome home, Mistress's."
"Jennifer say's, get up Princess and give us a kiss."
I jump up and kiss Susan first, before Jennifer mugs me.
"Well, let's see it, bitch."
I'm confused for a second, because I start to walk around my desk.
"The tat, Princess."
Oh, chagrined, I pull my shirt up and sweats down.
Jennifer's eyeing it critically when Susan say's,
"Jennifer, what have you done!"
With a slight tremor in her voice, Jen replies, "marked my property, Mistress, just like you taught me."
"You couldn't have chose a more discreet spot, like her ass? How the hell can she wear a backless gown now?"
"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't think of that, I thought an ass hat would be perfect for her."
"A design with your initials maybe, but a Dominatrix holding a whip? That crosses the line. Your ego needs a reality check. This cannot go unpunished. Sunday evening, downstairs, am I clear?"
Tears streaming down her cheeks she replies softly, "yes Mistress, I am so sorry I disappointed you."
"Take the bags upstairs and unpack, I need to speak to Amanda."
"Relax Dear, you did nothing wrong, now tell me, how are you? Are your legs healed?"
"Yes Mistress, they're still a bit bruised, but the pain is gone, and I don't think I have a scar."
"Let me see, dear, no scar, that's good. Now do you have everything you need for the web site?"
"Here, let me show you what I've done so far."
Chapter 31
Her eyebrow raises when she looks at my huge workspace taking up a corner of the room.
"I apologize for the size, but I needed room for two computers, plus space for a photo quality scanner."
"That's fine Darling, you really must relax around me, you're as eager as a new puppy. Now take a deep breath, calm down, and show me what you've done."
"Yes, Mistress."
I have her sit in my new chair, and grab Jennifer's for myself.
I walk her through the new layout, explaining which photo's I plan on inserting, and how the pages flow from one product to the next. I show her the Flash Video I started, and took notes when she made suggestions.
I explain how I'm waiting for the glossy photos to arrive, and that I needed authorization to set up an account to accept credit cards and paypal payments.
Jennifer rejoins us after an hour, fresh out of the shower, and wearing sweats, tank top, and three inch pumps.
She pours us some wine, and I give up my seat to her.
Susan shows her my work, and Jennifer makes a few of her own suggestions.
After thirty minutes of brainstorming, with me taking notes furiously on my iPod Touch, they turn to me.
Susan say's, "Jennifer order us a pair of these chairs, they're very comfortable. So, what do you think, does Amanda deserve a reward, or a visit downstairs?"
"I don't know Mistress, she's not wearing heels, and the uppity bitch had the gall to spend all your money on THREE computers, who needs three computers? "
"And just look at the size of this desk! Next she'll be demanding us to set up our desks in the foyer, and treat us like secretaries."
She flows into a high pitched nasally voice. "Yes Miss Swallows, No Miss Swallows, here's your coffee Miss Swallows, shall I sit in your lap and take notes, Miss Swallows? Oh Miss Swallows! Did you forget about the banana in your pocket?"
My face is purple by now, as they both burst out laughing.
"Amanda, this is very very good, Will it be ready for the launch on August 15th?"
"With the modifications you two suggested, I can have ready by next Friday, Mistress."
"I'll hold you to that, love, don't disappoint me. Now be a dear and call Cindy tomorrow morning and explain what kind of account you need, but for now you will take the rest of the day off, it's time to transform again, permanently.
I get a warm fuzzy feeling at those words.
"Girl's, I'm jet lagged, I'm heading up for a nap, Jennifer call the salon and get Amanda in for a full treatment, she's earned it.
Susan's words really sink in and I ask Jen for permission to step outside.
I make a note to call Cindy and explain what we need.
Chapter 32
I step outside and light a cigarette. This is it, Adam goes away today, I think. Am I ready? I better be, I knew it was coming. But I've gotten used to Adam again these last two weeks. So? It's time to let him go...So I say adios, and get back into Amanda mode.
Jennifer joins me outside, she grabs my hair and pulls my head back and rapes my mouth with her tongue.
"God, I can't believe how much I missed you, Princess!"
"I felt the same way, my love. Your bed felt so empty without you here. How was your trip?"
"NY was fantastic, Bloomie wined and dined us. The show was fabulous, and the location for the Spa is perfect!"
"Bloomie?" I giggle.
Jennifer giggles too before continuing, "It was nice to get back to LA, but I don't think Mistress likes the location. And don't get me started on Palm Springs, Mistress has a real fight on her hands there."
"So, what have you been up to? Blow anymore Pizza boys?"
"You're never gonna let that go, are you?"
Wicked grin, "nope."
"Bitch!"
Jennifer laughs, "Really, what did you do, you couldn't have worked on the web site the whole time."
"Well I deposited an obscene amount of money into my new bank accounts, ordered replacement tits, spent an obscene amount of money on a new ride, and Motorcycle.."
"Oh, you ride? You didn't get a Crotch Rocket, did you?
"A Bugatti." I say with a straight face.
"No fuckin way! Mistress will kill you!"
"Got ya!" I bust out laughing, until her elbow hits my bread basket.
"A Beemer like yours, only it's white."
"And the car? You didn't buy a domestic, did you?"
"A BMW M3."
"Hm, never saw one of those, is it cute?"
"Cute? No it's not "cute", it's fast! Very fast!"
"Faster than my Audi?"
I just smile innocently.
Her eyebrow goes up, "I guess we'll have to see."
"Let's get you out of those rags, and into something a bit more respectable. We gotta get going."
"Dress code?"
"Casual male, you can change after your make over."
We head upstairs and enter my room. The layout is a mirror image of hers, with the exception of my Bass and amp in the corner, and my small computer desk and gaming computer.
I remove my sweats and shirt, and pray silently for Jen to remove my chastity device.
She looks at me and raises her brow expectantly.
I drop to my knees, quickly spin her around, pull her pants down.
I start kissing her ass. She giggles, and busts out laughing when I run my tongue up her crack from her balls to the top.
I see her cock get hard, so I spin her back around and deep throat her.
She starts breathing heavy as I slide my tightly wrapped lips up and down the shaft.
She closes her eyes and starts mewling as I take her balls in my mouth.
"Suck my cock bitch!" She whispers with her eyes closed, and head tilted back.
I return to the tip, licking and sucking on it. I run my hot tongue across her throbbing veins for a few seconds before I deep throat her again.
"Ooh that feels so good, keep going slut! Make me cum, bitch! Oh yes, just like that! Yes yes! Keep going, faster slut! Suck my fucking cock you dirty little cocksucker!
She grabs my hair and thrusts her hips as she cums.
I swallow it all, and suck her clean before she releases my head, breathing heavy.
Chapter 33
I stand up and she kisses me deeply.
"Go brush your teeth, Cock breath, then get dressed, I need to change."
"Ah, Mistress?"
"Oh Ok, since you begged me so nicely."
Jennifer unlocks my clitty, and for a second think she might return the favor, but she just squeezes my balls and say's "maybe later..."
Epilogue...
Here we are three years later, Susan Madison cosmetics have raced to the top of the market, thanks to Susan's brilliant marketing, and my suggesting the Susan use an all girl up and coming band, on the verge of making it, for the background music for the commercials and website.
Susan is a Billionaire, and the band is top of the charts, thanks to all the free airplay they received in Madison Cosmetics commercials.
I am now the Executive Vice President of Internet Sales for Madison Enterprises. I have a very nice seven figure salary, and receive 15% of all internet sales as a bonus. (Yes I'm very wealthy young lady now)
My surgeries went well, I now have a 36-20-32 body, and my voice is really quite feminine, thanks to the hormones, and vocal training.
I'm still driving the BMW, only it's hot pink now, thanks to Jennifer. (she really did hate the white) but own a few more exotic cars.
Jennifer and I are still in love, and she we make love at least three times a week.
I still receive punishment from Mistress Susan, and Jennifer occasionally, and Susan has her way with us for her Birthday present every year but for the most part, I've been a very good girl ;)...
Since my promotion, I've been offered the same deal as Jennifer, only I haven't had a bitch of my own to dominate. Know of anyone who might be interested? We really need a new Majordomo?
Have them email their resume to [email protected] or [email protected]
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