Sheltered from the Storm

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other 'deviant' sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional.

The following rules are for unowned subs looking for a little extra fun, I know it may seem pretentious to some, but it's just for a bit of extra interaction for those who may enjoy it!

Rules for the subs:

As always, a constant theme in my stories are the rules... and these are the rules for the un-owned subs that want a little control taken from them. These are optional, at least until you follow rule #1..

Rule #1 Okay, choose what you are.. Are you a slave? Or a bimbo? Now say it outloud, You are Mistress dyvia's property, and you are her [bimbo or slave]!

Rule #2 Slaves wear collars, bimbos wear lipstick... Pick one. Wear it.

Rule #3 Sissies like you should be locked up, yes I'm talking about your clitty, that think you wished you could call a cock. If you ahve a chastity cage, put it on, right now. If not, I expect you to keep yourself aroused, but you may not stroke, you will find that spot where your clitty meets your torso, and you may rub that little one inch area in tiny circles with one finger. Don't stop while reading.

Rule #4 Mistress decides when you cum. So no cumming while reading the story.

Rule #5 Remember bimbos eat cum... so will my bimbos. Slaves will wear it like tears, dip your fingers in it, and run it down your cheeks like tears of cum. Good girl.

Enjoy.

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Sheltered from the Storm

By: Mistress Dyvia

Prologue

The not too distant future...

It has been argued that the United States had often been the leader of the world. In many ways that has been a good thing, but sadly it is also the leader changing things for the worse in regards to the environment. Global warming and climate change are phrases to describe a very scary thing. It's not just about warning temperatures, it is about unpredictable weather patterns. Most people don't know that 90% of the temperature changes happen in the ocean.

It affects marine life, it affects the way that weather systems happen. It changes the predictability of mother nature.

A few years ago they had to change the hurricane definitions, it wasn't too long ago that a category 5 was the worst case scenario for a hurricane. But then they had to change that to create a category 6. And worse yet, the way storms had escalated. They had created theoretical categories 7 and 8.

A few days ago, theoretical became obvious in less than 24 hours. Two storms formed, two hurricanes formed one in the Gulf of Mexico, and the other on the Pacific side of Mexico. Florida was about to get the worst storm it had ever seen; a hurricane category 7 with sustained winds of 340 mph, which horrified much of the world when they realized that that was the equivalent of almost 550 km/h.

The climate changes that affected the West Coast also diverted the California current, which made the West coast's natural defense against hurricanes obsolete as there was no longer cold water to protect the coastline. The second category 7 hurricane was moving up along the coast of Mexico. Getting ready to hammer California. California had never seen a hurricane like this in its history.

There were massive evacuations. There were places that just did not have the means to escape in a timely manner. Some people just had nowhere else to go, and the local government did not have the capacity to shelter everyone.

Near San Diego, on the island of Coronado, another disaster had happened. Route 75, the only way on or off the Island by car had been ravaged by a relatively mild storm days earlier... Everyone was reliant upon boats and ferries to get off the island. On top of that, the hurricane intensifying in the south was already causing massive disruptions in the ocean, causing huge waves that made any boat travel impossible.

But one surprise did occur, a few hundred miles off the coast of the United States, there was an island nation called Hedonia. It was realtively new, it was an artificial Island Nation. And they offered to take refugees at least for a little while. Most people were not welcome inside the city walls, though they did have a small area on their Southern Beach area where most ships docked that had accommodations.

In the days before the hurricane, they sent three ships to Coronado, and the whole island had been evacuated.

By the time the three ships had docked at Hedonia, The cat7 hurricane had hit California. But on Hedonia, on the southern beach where there were a couple of hotels, and some docked cruise ships, the citizens that escaped the hurricane were sitting in relative safety even if they weren't allowed inside the exterior walls of Hedonia.

They were always rumors of what Hedonia was. Everyone had heard that it was a hedonistic island nation where everyone spent their free time in the pursuits of pleasure. Information was sparse, there were rumors that it had adopted a BDSM style of life. The most known fact was that it was the most technologically advanced country in the world, and when there was a move by the world's superpowers to try and take it for its technology, they were embarrassed. Those losses never changed the fact that people of the world wanted to know what happened inside those walls.

Levi and Katya were husband and wife that had been on their honeymoon in California. They were staying in a hotel on Coronado the night that route 75 was damaged and they had been trapped there for days. Until the ships from Hedonia arrived, they didn't know if they were getting off that island, they didn't know if they were going to stay alive. And on top of that, they were from Florida, a place that was getting hit by the other category 7 storm, and they had no idea if their home was going to be standing when they got back. Life had not been easy for them since they had made their vows. But finally, they had a roof over their head, and some food in their tummies. Things were looking a little better.

Circe had stepped outside the walls, she was a citizen of Hedonia. Her father was one of the founding members of the corporation that started the island, and her mother was one of the diplomats that got the island its nationhood status. She was proud of her heritage in that regard.

She saw the crowded beaches, there were so many people, they could barely accommodate the number of refugees that they had taken in, hopefully it would only be for a few weeks until they had gotten things back to relative normalcy. She started to walk in front of a small cafe, it wasn't its normal luxurious display, people had a smell to them, they hadn't been able to shower like they were used to. Most people are only eating some small bread, veggies and water. But her eyes locked onto two people eating bread and water, and she approached them. "Hi, my name is Circe And you two are very beautiful."

The two of them seemed to fumble a bit in confusion and then they introduced themselves. The man first, "hi, I'm Levi."

And then the woman, whose ring indicated that she was his wife, said, "I'm Katya."

Circe shook each of their hands saying, "it is a pleasure to meet you both. Now, I have an offer for the two of you, and I know it might be a little superficial to your tastes... but there are standards to keep. The two of you are both aesthetically pleasing enough to fit the mold. I have some space in my home, inside the walls of course... and I would invite you to be my guests for the foreseeable future... But I'm not going to lie to you, there are a couple of things to be clear about. If you want to enter the island beyond the walls, you have to sign some documentation accepting that you are my property, and you will also have to sign an NDA saying that you will tell nothing about your experiences inside the walls."

The married couple looked a little unsure of Circe and then she smirked, "I can't explain anymore. All I can say is that I'm sure you would enjoy having some better luxuries than what you have right now. But you two can discuss it amongst yourselves, and you can meet me at 'Gate 1A' in 2 hours if you choose to accept my offer."

The couple talked for a long time, the limited resources, the lack of money, lack of clothing, lack of variety in food led them to seriously consider the offer. In some ways it seemed sketchy, but everyone wanted to know what happened inside those walls.

And 2 hours later, they met Circe at the gate.

Chapter 1

Circe

Two hours had passed since I had met Levi and Katya on the outside. They looked like they would be interesting people to join me for a while, they looked just about desperate enough to take my offer, and pretty enough to keep me entertained once they were tamed. I'm not heartless or anything, but sometimes feral people need a little bit more attention.

I was sitting in the luxury accommodations for the recruitment area. This is essentially the customs area for our little city-nation. One of the workers knocked on a door, "excuse me Miss Aeaea, we have a couple. They appear to be married and their names are Levi and Katya Smith. They said they had an invitation from you."

I stood up, "in fact, they do. Be sure to include the typical indentured servitude contract as well as an NDA. And when they sign it, have them meet me here."

He unfolded a sheet of transparent plastic off of his forearm and tapped it a few times illuminating the data stream. With a few taps he brought about the aforementioned contracts... "very good Miss Aeaea, If you could just put your thumbprint here I will get everything sorted for you."

I took a step closer, and I used my finger to swipe through the documents to make sure it was the appropriate ones, and then I pressed my thumb to the center, my biorhythms as good as a signature.

It was about a half an hour. Later when I was interrupted once again, this time the same worker had two people in tow. Katya was still wearing her white tank top and jean shorts but now she was also wearing a pink collar that said 'Circe α.' Levi, on the other hand, still had his black T-shirt on with a khaki style shorts, and he also wore a pink collar that said, 'Circe β.'

I smiled at them, warmly, "Katya! Levi! I am so delighted that you decided to take me up on my offer! We're going to have so much fun."

Levi smiled and offered his hand to shake it, and I did so daintily, I rarely shook hands, but he didn't know the rules yet. We would get to that later. "Thank you for the invitation. I'll be honest we were getting kind of worried about our situation, but I'm still not sure we would have refused that invitation just because everybody always wants to know what goes on inside the walls of Hedonia." And then he kind of pulled at the collar, "though I'm not sure I'm going to get used to this."

I giggled, "don't worry, everyone gets used to it quickly enough." And I honestly wasn't sure if I was talking about the color or the collar. He would get used to both soon enough.

Katya was next, "I'll be honest with you, I don't know what to expect at this point. We don't have a tourist guide or anything. We have no idea what the high points or the low points at this place are or where to go or where to stay away from."

I nodded my head and slipped my arm around her shoulder, "there are no real bad places here. Crime is minimal. If you ever find yourself getting lost, you can always go to any corner of any Street and find the little black pole. Put your hand on it and tell them that you need help. It will immediately alert me, and if for some reason I'm tied up and unable to help, it will reroute to the nearest authorities and they will send someone to help you. Though if it's a medical emergency, Say 'medical emergency' or tap it three times. And it will bypass me and go straight to the closest hospital."

I'm guessing by their expressions that that wasn't exactly what they were asking about. The crime part may be a yes, but they hadn't even considered the latter. But Katya smiled, "I'm sure we'll remember that. But I just meant that I wasn't sure what we should be doing next."

I guess I understood where they were coming from. I was never really a guest here, I was raised here. "There's a lot to the city. We can start with a little tour, show you the fun places, we can discuss the history, then we'll get you some good food unlike that bread and water and mushy vegetables that you were eating when I found you... and then we can go to my place and we can get you settled in. How does that sound?"

They're both smiling with a little bit of relief when Levi spoke, "that actually sounds amazing."

I gestured to a flight of stairs that went underground, "here we have our main transportation system. I understand in America you usually use automobiles for transportation across cities. Here we cut back on pollution and over-excess in regards to many things by using a mass public transportation system." And with that, I stepped up between them and took both of their hands and pressed them together, almost like a mother would with her two children, and then I took Katya's hand and started walking towards the entrance.

As we stepped down onto the base platform there was a timer giving about one minute until the next car arrived. "The original designer wanted to use a pneumatic tube device, and construction had started on it. Unfortunately, the original designer was using vaporware essentially. We learned very quickly that the energy required to create a vacuum in such places was completely inefficient and given the length of the tubes, it was very open to damage in such vacuums so we ended up abandoning the system in favor of a magnetic coupling system. Almost like a railgun, only much slower." And then I put up a finger almost to correct myself, "but not that slow."

The car arrived, and it had a pill shape, but transparent, one could see everything that was going on around them in the environment. We sat down and strapped ourselves in, and when the sound was made, a soft beep... it accelerated to almost 200 mph nearly instantly. I could tell both of them were Jarred by the experience, but now they would learn about our little city.

Katya

Levi was not wrong when he said that we probably would have agreed to go just because everyone wanted to see what happened in Hedonia. We barely even looked at the contracts we signed, though we got part of that from the impatience of the customs worker. We didn't want anything to go wrong. Then they put those callers on us, and reminded us that we were the property of Circe. That was a poignant moment.

But then we were led to her, and she was so very polite to us. It was almost strange to see her, she wore a shiny style of clothing, it almost seemed like latex but not. Tight pants with a very tight shirt that almost resembled a corset. But then she had a Red Business Blazer on top of that, it was a strange ensemble.

She was polite to us and put our concerns at ease as she offered to take us on a tour before taking us out for dinner, reminding us of that breakfast that we had that was less than appetizing.

She brought us down into something that looked like a subway station to start our tour. But then this thing that looked like a pill that I would swallow was brought in. She had explained that the city had initially started something that was like the old stories we heard about hyperloops and failed just as horribly... But the initial infrastructure was there so he turned it into a magnetic system instead of a vacuum system... and the acceleration was intense. But as we cleared the tunnel, the world turned bright and we could see the whole city from above.

Circe barely gave us a chance to see the city when she started, "For now all you will see is the surface area of the city. And that is broken up into octodrants. Think of the surface level of the city as a giant pizza and each slice has something different that you can look forward to. This first one that we're coming out of is actually the trading district not to be confused with the shopping district. Here the workers are really brokers between the outside world and Hedonia, And they make deals of which products that we provide and what we could trade for what the outside world might have to offer, often it's just currency, though there are sometimes other things that we require, or just desire."

Considering all the things that we had heard about Hedonia, I wondered exactly what they would require... outside of raw materials. "That's cool... so how is the shopping district so different?"

She laughed loudly, "oh yes, you'll love it. You will see when we get there, but we're not there quite yet." We went into a tunnel and felt the whole car shift to the side and suddenly what was to our rights was suddenly our Downs. And then it straightened out again and the tunnel went back into a transparent tunnel again, " and you'll see as you look out here, we have our nature reserve. There is not much for animals, but it is essentially a beautiful park, it is encouraged to spend time here and enjoy nature."

I looked out and found my fingers on the glass as I took in the look. There were trees and plants and gardens. This was not any hydroponics area, it was not for food, it was all aesthetic and very green with subtle color splashed in the form of flowers. It was gorgeous. "I can't wait to get down there."

That's when my husband spoke up, "Katya definitely has a green thumb, she loves places like that."

Our host seemed amused by that and opened up a clear piece of plastic, it seemed to unroll off her wrist and she made a couple adjustments with her fingers, "consider it on our itinerary later in the week."

The tunnel went dark again and I found myself grabbing onto the chair as the shift of our center of balance as the car shifted and turned us around the corner, that was going to take some getting used to.

Circe continued her tour, "now you will see below us is our cultural district. This is a place for museum displays and other symbols of our artistic pride as a nation. All citizens are encouraged to contribute, and many things are rotated out seasonally to show off the pride of our little country."

Levi interrupted again, "Katya is totally going to want to see that too."

"Absolutely!" I agreed with Levi as I took his hand and kissed it.

There was an amused snort that came from Circe's nose. "I have a feeling I'm going to have to show you the entire city by the end of the week."

Then Levi exclaimed, "is that a giant penis?"

Both Circe and myself looked, but she answered, "yes it is."

By then my silly husband asked an equally silly question, "what's that weird thing on the top of it? That weird snake-like thing?"

Circe just twitched an eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure that's an ejaculation."

A moment later we went through another darkened tunnel and came out in a different direction, Circe continued, "this is the detention and education facilities." There was a slight pause, "for the most part this is about education, or sometimes re-education depending on the situations. But on the off chance that an investigation must be done in regards to a crime committed, intentionally or unintentionally, if it is significant enough, there is a building here to hold a person during the investigation."

"So what is the murder rate in this country? You know, per capita and such."

Circe almost looked horrified at the thought, "we haven't had a murder in these walls in 17 years. It's been 12 years since the last time there was an actual violent crime."

I looked at Levi with a bit of a shocked expression, and I can see he was just as surprised as me. We were used to being in cities that had double-digit homicide numbers, let alone a country that has a death rate in the thousands... that was impressive... Just the idea that one murder in this country would probably be traumatic to the entire country, was a very positive thing.

The tour continued as Circe explained the rest of the 'pizza.' there was the shopping district which had a number of shops and places to buy whatever one could probably imagine. Then there was the entertainment district which was filled with anything from nightclubs to amusement parks. Then there was a housing district, which was intended for the original settlers. Apparently most of the homes were kept underground, but essentially the founding families of the original builders of the island had the prestige of having a surface home. Apparently Circe had one of these. She quickly told us of the last district which we would not see which was the business district. Coincidentally right next to the trading district. This had more to do with the executive training, and the branches that did not have to do with direct sales between customers and businesses... Essentially, these were the corporate offices of any businesses that ran through Hedonia.

We, on the other hand, were getting off at the shopping district. As we were getting out, Levi asked, "this place seems so peaceful, and you're not used to death and such. We've heard stories of other countries trying to invade. You successfully pushed them out. How?"

She laughed, we started going down the stairs, "we've developed enhanced technologies. The entire Island was built on some hypothetical situations that potential astronauts may face someday if they were to colonize other planets or extra-planetary surfaces. We have a shield around this that will protect us from the depths of the ocean, it will protect us from impacts from asteroids... Other countries were not prepared for the fact that most of their weapons aren't as dangerous as asteroids. Our weapons are less damaging and more disabling, and it wasn't long before they realized their long-range weapons did nothing, and sending troops generally left them stranded and in need of us... if they wanted to go home." There was a slight pause, "we also have some scary attack drones."

As we reached the bottom of the stairs and walked into a public area, there were some things that threw me off. They were naked people. There was a woman dressed like a dominatrix, literally walking a man behind her like a dog. But there was something else that was nagging at the back of my mind and then it hit me, "there are no children here."

Circe giggled at that, "no there aren't. This is a society that has a strict dichotomy between pleasure and business. If you're not doing business, you're not doing what you need to to survive, you're looking for the next fun thing. And quite frankly, that does not lead to a healthy family life if you have children around. But we do have children. Typically after we give birth to a child, it is handed over to the state, and there is an area where they are plugged into an educational system. If you ever saw the movie, The matrix, the 13th floor, sword art online, you probably have a basic idea. Essentially we send them to a boarding school virtually where they will spend 18 years being properly educated by a system. It will teach him our code of ethics and morals and to make sure they are all properly educated... there's usually a schedule attached so that parents can virtually attend dinners multiple times per week with their children. Upon their 18th birthday, they will be shifted to a new server where they will learn how our society runs on business and pleasure, and they'll be trained how to operate on both levels. Exceed in their business levels, and learn how to enjoy the pleasurable sides of themselves. When they are 21, they are released into society."

Wow, that was a lot. I can't deny it. I was a little shocked at that. But if I was seeing naked people walking around, for all I knew I would see naked people having sex... and suddenly I was both relieved and happy that there were no children around. Though I honestly wasn't sure how I'd feel if I lived here regularly, if I was a mother and I didn't get to see my children everyday... but I guess they've learned how to run their society how they run their society.

Before we knew it, Circe was leading us into a shop. She informed us that this is where we were going to get sized.

Another woman came up to us, "if you two will come with me." Circe encouraged us to go with her using a gesture with her hand, and Levi and I held hands as we walked behind her. Once we're in a room there was a bench, once we're in a room there was a bench, and the woman explained how to operate the equipment. "First, remove all your clothing, and then you will stand in that giant cube in the middle. Make sure both of your feet are in the indents on the ground, and put both of your hands onto the red spheres to your left and right. Try not to move, and you will hear a ping when it is over."

We looked at her for a moment, I'm pretty sure we were both thinking that we were not going to get naked in front of her. She looked out the door, presumably at Circe, then back at us rolled her eyes and left us alone.

We awkwardly took off our clothes, giggling at each other. And one at a time we stepped into the cube, had some sort of 3D scanner scan or bodies.

Levi

I watched my beautiful wife as she was 3D scanned. She has the most beautiful body, she is a self-proclaimed tomboy, cuz she's still the most beautiful woman I know.

And she was getting scanned. I think about our trip so far. It's terrifying thoughts we had as we didn't know was going to happen with a hurricane, the last minute save as we were taken off Coronado in that cruise ship. We made it to Hedonia only to find that we're going to have to stay on our ship or on the southern tip of the island outside the walls... then Circe came, she invited us in and we took it. I really wanted to see what's going on in the island, everybody always does. Then we're inside and they knew nothing about it. The customs agents had to co-find Circe, then they came back and impatiently pushed us through the documentation. We signed them. And then they had us put on these stupid pink collars.

Did it really have to be pink? That can be emasculating.

She took us on a tour, pointed out the amazing parts of the city, places of cultural significance, shopping places, a lovely arboretum, and so much more just on the surface. And a promise of more below the surface... and then she decided to take us shopping. We had to get naked. And here we are. I'm in a room with my wife while she's getting 3D scanned so that the outfits will presumably fit us better. I watch if she steps out and immediately goes for her panties and then her bra. Meanwhile, it's my turn!

I stepped inside the box, I looked down and saw the two feet impressions, and placed my feet inside them, meticulously. I reached to my sides and grabbed the red orbs, and the scanning started. I feel like that Leonardo da Vinci sketch of the human body with my arms and legs spread out wide. It's not a long process, and then there's a little ping and I'm done.

I walked back to my wife, I gave her a quick kiss before I grabbed my boxers, and started getting dressed again. Once we were dressed, we stuck our heads out the door and asked if it was safe to come back out again.

Circe laughs, "of course!"

And as we came out, the woman who led us there, smiled and asked, "I assume everything went smoothly?"

Katya verbally responded even as I nodded my head, "yes, everything was fine. Nice and easy."

Circe decides to add to the conversation, "let's make your first night here nice and comfy, what kind of sleepwear do you usually prefer. You are newlyweds, something naughty?" She had a wide grin.

"Nothing that naughty." I say to her, I generally just sleep in a pair of boxers or pajama bottoms depending on how cold it is during the year. And sometimes I don't actually wear them under the covers."

Circe Bowed her head in acceptance, "I'm sure we can make due." then she looked at Katya, "and what about you? Something sexy, silky, and nice, maybe something of a long flowing gown?"

This time I think it's Katya's turn to disappoint her, "sorry, I usually just wear a t-shirt and panties. Sometimes boy shorts, but not usually."

Circe seemed a little surprised by that, "really? You have a remarkable figure and the perfect bones infrastructure for such lingerie. And being a newlywed. I thought you'd really embrace it."

Katya shrugged a single shoulder, "we haven't missed many opportunities for our intimacy. But that's just not me."

Our host hides her disappointment behind a smile. I can tell it's a bit fake, but I give her points for trying... She walked over to the shopkeeper and made a few selections, the shopkeeper was quite eager to make the sale. They seemed to be nodding their heads keeping us in the dark, that made me a little bit nervous, but then the shopkeeper walked away.

"Don't worry, I wanted to surprise you, but I'm going to be going pretty much with what you asked for. Luckily she had some things in stock that will work."

I looked at Katya to see if she seemed impressed. She did. "Really? This place seems really posh from the decor, I wasn't surprised. They'd have some simple stuff like that in here."

"Remember when we discussed the vacuum tubes that was supposed to be the transportation?" Circe started, "well they had already put an infrastructure in here between the different businesses. Whatever they don't have, if there's something relatively nearby, she'll have it in minutes."

From there they had a little bit of small talk, she talked about how our family was part of the founding families on this island. And we talked a bit about how our wedding went, how our fathers hated each other, and our mothers loved each other. And yeah, somehow the wedding went off without a hitch. She laughed, she found that hilarious. But then again, so did Katya and I.

A few minutes later, the shopkeeper came out with a couple of packages, a black pair of boxers for me, and a matching pair of pajama bottoms, and for Katya a slightly oversized t-shirt that was surprisingly perfect. When she put it on, it moved with her body. Almost like it was made for her... maybe it was? She did not try the panties on right there in front of everybody.

Some sort of transaction was made between the shopkeeper and Circe, ultimately, it was just a thumbprint on a little of a sheet of plastic. Although we were lying pretty quickly that these sheets of plastic were probably the equivalent of cell phones, Circe's seemed to slide hers into a gold strip that easily turned into one of her bracelets.

The shopkeeper wasn't nice enough to take our gifts and take them out back and bring them back recyclable bags. I took mine and Katya's, And before we knew it, Circe was taking us out of the shop. And she said we weren't going for a full shopping trip that day, but she wanted to have at least something nice to sleep in since it's probably been a while since we had a nice bed. She wasn't wrong.

Then we were getting back on the magnet- hyperloop- thingamabob... you know the mass transportation system. The acceleration threw me off again, it was sudden and intense. Or maybe I just wasn't used to it, if it was really that bad, elderly people wouldn't be safe on it. And there were definitely elderly people on this thing.

It wasn't long until we were circling back until we got to the entertainment district. We weren't going to an amusement park, nor are we going to an arcade, but we were going to a restaurant. She picked out a place for us, and Circe found some nice seats that were outside. We sat down across from her, and we looked at the menu. She made some recommendations, and for the most part we went with what she said.

Once the appetizers were put in, we started talking again. We're in the middle of some sort of joke when Katya's voice trailed off. I tried to follow what she was looking at and realized that there was a woman under the table, as far as I could tell she was giving the man fellatio in broad daylight, in the middle of a restaurant... is that even sanitary?

It took Circe a second to realize what was throwing us off. "Oh don't worry, that's normal around here. Remember what I said about the pursuit of pleasure when you're not doing your business... well, they are certainly pursuing their pleasure."

Katya noticed, "she's wearing a red collar. Is she owned?"

Circe gave it a second look, "yes, she is."

That's when I had to ask, "so is she doing that because she wants to? Or because she was told to? And is the red collar different from these... uhh..." I put my finger under the collar and pulled a little bit on my own, "these pink ones?"

Circe addressed the first question first with, "I'm not sure. They might have something more amicable and she might just enjoy doing those kinds of things. However, they might have a deal, and she just does what she's told because she has a collar. And she doesn't want to feel the pain." And then she answered the second question matter of factly before we could respond to the 'pain' comment, "and there's no difference, Just a personal choice by the owners."

It was Katya's turn to be a little upset, "what exactly do you mean by, 'feel the pain?'"

The appetizers were served as she was asking the question, without missing a beat, Circe took her fork and speared a piece of her appetizer, put it in her mouth, closed her eyes and looked like she was about to have an oral orgasm. She waited until she swallowed and then finally looked at Katya, "the collars can inflict pain, there are twenty-five settings, each twice as intense as the last. And to be entirely honest, not everyone is as nice as I am."

Katy, I continued, "so can these collars around our necks cause us pain?"

Circe matter of factly nodded her head, "yes. Like I said, all property collars can." But then she put her fork down and she realized that Katya was getting upset, probably not realizing that I was upset as well, but at least she was focused on the right person: my wife. "Let's take care of this concern right now. We'll do a little demonstration."

Although that.... That was not going to make my wife happier. "I don't know..."

Circe put up her hand as if to push away her concerns, "the lowest pain setting isn't even that painful, it's usually to remind a person that they are doing something they shouldn't." She made contact with both of us before returning to Katya, "he may have noticed that there is an alpha and beta symbol on each of your collars. That is because I have designated Katya as the alpha of the two of you, her word holds more weight than Levi's word."

"What do you mean?" Katya asked.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" I asked as well.

She looked at Katya, "you may command him as long as they do not contradict my instructions." And then she looked at me, "you may not command her unless you are relaying my commands..." There was a pause, she looked Katya in the eye, "make sure you use that word 'command,' And tell him to kiss your hand." And then she looked at me, "and you... try to refuse her. See what happens."

Katya looked at me, at first, a little concerned and then a playful grin popped up on her face, " Levi, my love... I command you to kiss my hand."

I smile better with a playful rent of my own, "sorry, not tonight." Almost immediately there was an uncomfortable buzz in my collar. It didn't hurt so much, but I did not like that.... at all. Then I started getting a little bit more intense... as I grabbed the collar.

Then Circe's voice kicked in, "the pain setting jumps up a setting every five seconds until you do comply."

Immediately, I took my wife's hand and kissed it. And it was all gone.

"Are you okay hun?" My wife asked.

"Yeah, I just didn't like that... it didn't hurt that much, but I don't want to feel that again."

Circe's facial expression suggested that she understood, "it shouldn't be too much of a problem. Like I said, I can be nice... but Katya... make sure you're aware of the language you use around him so you don't trigger it by accident."

And with that, the rest of the dinner was light-hearted, entertaining, and delicious. And when we were done, Circe decided to take us back to her home.

Circe

"So explain, 'exit only,' to me." I said in response to their reaction. We had got out of the car from the public transportation and on the platform there was a woman picking her man. Immediately Katya had said 'exit only' and then Levi echoed the statement.

Katya laughed.

Levi, on the other hand actually answered the question, "your butt is for pooping, things only go out. Nothing goes in. Exit only."

I giggled, "I'll have to remember that for later."

"For later, huh?" Levi teased, "has that been a problem for you?"

I shook my head, "so far, nothing's come up" and with what I felt was perfect timing, "... There."

And then Katya snorted out a laugh.

Otherwise, Katya and Levi seemed to take in most of the information pretty well. Our tour was good, and even though they realized that they had questionable circumstances in their collars, they either didn't recognize the severity of their situation. Well they were very much open to it. Not that they had much of a choice anymore.

We arrived in the housing district, and they had no idea how lucky they were that they didn't have to stay in a hotel or in one of those underground apartments. They would stay in my home, my lovely house. I used my thumbprint to open the door and they followed me right in. The rooms were wide open and there was plenty of ceiling space.

I gave them a quick tour of the bottom floors. I had a room with a hot tub, a bathroom, a kitchen, a dining room, a sunroom, and a few others. They seem taken aback by the size, I was amused with their reaction.

Then I led them up the stairs and down the hall to the big room, I let them know that that was my bedroom. If they needed anything in the middle of night, they were welcome to knock on the door, wake me up and I would help them out with whatever they might need. There were seven other rooms on that floor. One was a bathrobe, the other six were guest rooms. Technically two of them were their rooms, though they were welcome to sleep with each other, which I expected. The other four rooms were technically guest rooms, though I had actually arranged them as playrooms. They would learn more about that later.

I turned on some music for them, and let them relax in the living room for a little while. I excused myself to put something more comfortable on. Katya seemed to realize that my tight clothing might not be that comfortable, she was right. I was used to it and didn't really give it much thought until I got home.

When I returned I was wearing a black evening gown with some red trim. I think I initially made Katya feel uncomfortable, or maybe challenged would be the right word. But Levi barely gave me a second glance, once he saw what I was wearing. That didn't offend me at all, he was married and newly so. They'll quite frankly, after tonight they were going to have to learn their places.

We sat in the living room and chatted for a couple of hours. They seemed very gracious about how I had let them stay with me. They're very intrigued with the city and couldn't wait to see you at other things that were in store for them.

I told him about some of the clubs we could go to, and even promised a shopping trip for Katya. She seemed excited, she might claim to be a tomboy, but there was a part of her that was looking forward to indulging a little bit of retail therapy. Though she had no idea what kind of things she would be purchasing. I did. And she'd probably be squirmy in her chair right now if she knew. She'd probably also be angry at the moment, but with a little bit of time she'll learn to embrace it.

It was getting late, so I gave them each a hug, and thanked them for staying with me. And then I told them it was time for me to get to sleep. We all said our good nights, and I went my way, curious to see if they would as well... they didn't. They continued to listen to music for a while longer.

While they were listening to music, though, I was going through shopping lists. I might be planning to take them on a shopping trip, but they were things I already knew that I was planning to have them wear. And since I had their sizes saved to my portable, I ordered some stuff to be delivered bright and early.

It was about an hour after I had retired to my room when I heard some movement outside in the hallway. It sounded to me like they had found their bedroom and that they decided to share. It really was cute. Part of me almost felt bad for corrupting their innocence... almost. A smile formed across my lips as I thought about what I was going to do with them in the coming weeks.

And then I double-checked my portable, so everything was arranged, clicked on purchase and made sure that it would be on my doorstep long before either of those two woke up. Or at least that was the plan.

With that, I set my alarm for twenty minutes before sunrise.... And I rolled over in my bed and pulled my pillow close. And I slowly let Dreamland come to me.

Chapter 2

Circe

Waking up is sometimes the worst part of the day. My alarm goes off, I suppress a groan. I push off the comforter, and then I slowly turn around and face the ceiling. Immediately, I pout a bit, I need to get up. And get things going. Every damn day.

Somehow over the next 2 minutes I managed to get my ass up and I was sitting down in my bed. It was colder than I remembered. I think it's just because I had the blanket on, but I deal with this every morning. I stepped into my slippers, and walked over to the door and slipped on a robe to warm myself. I carefully walk down the hall. I saw that Katya and Levi were still in bed. At the very least the door was closed. And the second bedroom: the door was still open so I knew which room they had stayed in.

I started with my normal morning routines, and had a glass of juice and then brushed my teeth. Then I remembered the reason I got up in the first place! I was supposed to have a delivery.

I opened my front door and there were two packages just as expected. Both were in black boxes with Katya and Levi's names on them. Just as I intended. I ordered their first outfits last night with a rush order so they would be here before they woke up.

A few moments later, I left the packages on the floor in front of Katya's room. The packages were still unopened, but I'm confident that they arrived as they were supposed to be.

With that I got back to my normal routine, my morning as it normally was. A couple hours later I heard the door opening and some whispering, a few minutes later I saw Katya and Levi walking in.

"Good morning!" I greeted.

"Good morning!" They responded in unison.

Katya held up the box, still unopened. "What are these?"

My smile was warm as I responded, "I bought you both outfits to wear for your first full day here."

They both looked at each other and smiled, then Levi looked back at me and responded with, "you didn't have to do that. But thank you."

Katya smiled as well, but her smile seemed a little nervous, I suspected it was because of how she addressed herself as a tomboy and was afraid that she would be wearing something girlier than what she prefers. She would be right.

Katya hadn't even opened the box yet, technically neither of them had when she spoke, "well, if you don't mind, we'd like to take a shower and then I guess we'll get dressed."

I nodded my head, "I'll be here."

About a half an hour had passed before I heard anything. It was arguing, squabbling amongst themselves? Or maybe they were mutually venting. Then a few minutes had passed and the two walked into my kitchen where I was sitting eating a muffin holding their boxes. The boxes were now opened, but they were wearing the clothes that they slept in.

Levi was angry, "is this some kind of joke? Or maybe they sent the wrong stuff?"

I looked concerned, "why? What did they send you?"

He tipped the box over so that I could see it from where he stood, it was pink, and they were definitely high heels in there. Katya did the same thing.

"Oh..." I started, and then smiled, "I just thought you two would look cute if you were matching."

Katya just started, "well I appreciate the sentiment, but to be honest with you this isn't really my style of clothing."

Levi doubled down, "what she said. In case you hadn't noticed, I am a man. Pink and heels don't really go with me."

I giggled, "you two are so cute. I love how you think it's up to you. What you're saying now, it's not. You belong to me. And I make those decisions. And that's what you are going to wear today."

There was a look of indignation in both of their faces. They did not know how to react to that.

Katya was the one who finally spoke, "I think we've made a mistake. I think it's best if we just go back to the docks and stay there until the ships are ready to take us home."

Levi stood there with his head bouncing up and down in agreement with his wife.

"Mistake or not. You made a deal." I stood up and pointed my finger at them, "You. Made. A. Deal."

"You can't make us stay!" Levi yelled enough to make me jump back.

I glared at him once the shock broke, I pointed to the floor, "you see that square tile that you are standing on? I commend you to stay there until I tell you otherwise. Pain settings double... starting at seven."

Levi looked at me, incredulously, then he took a step, I sound echoed in the room, abruptly he was grabbing his collar. Then he immediately stepped back to where he had been. The silence of the collar showed that he was no longer in pain.

"You just can't do this... you don't just get to decide what other people get to wear." Katya pleaded.

I looked at her with a scathing glance, "I do. I'm your owner and you do what you're told. Or there are consequences."

"We are not property!" Levi declared.

I rolled my eyes, "you are. What do you think that document that you signed said? You accepted a role as an indentured servitude accepting your position as my property for the next 5 years."

Both of them stopped and looked shocked. "Five years?" Was Katya's immediate response.

"That's the deal you signed."

"There is no way in hell-" Levi started

I put my hand up to silence him, and cut him off, "I can arrange an appointment with the US consulate tomorrow." A slight pause before adding, "... if you ask nicely."

I looked at them expectantly as Katya lowered her head politely, "Miss, if you would be so kind. Could you please arrange a meeting with the U. S. consulate office as early as possible?"

"For just you?" I asked, knowing what she intended, but instead of holding her eye contact, I looked Levi in the eye.

His eyes went a bit wide. And finally he adopted a polite demeanor just like his wife, bowed his head, "for both of us, please."

I agreed with a soft bow of my head. "I'll make the arrangements for tomorrow morning, but until then, you are still mine. You were rude, and clearly have no intention of following my commands. I am using a punishment."

"Punishment!?" Levi exasperated.

"We'll talk more when your escorts arrive."

"Escorts?" Katya asked, but I had already left the room not entertaining any further discussion.

Katya

My mind was reeling. She couldn't just claim to be my owner and expect me to be a cup that she could discard or paint at will. I was a person, there were rules. They're international laws.

But there I was standing in the middle of a kitchen area, with this pain-inducing collar that she made clear. If I was to leave the tile I was standing on would shock me. I already watched as Levi took a couple of steps and confirmed that each jolt was more painful than the previous one.

And as we're trying to reason with her, she just walked away. Leaving us standing over our own shadows. What were we supposed to do? All we could do was hold hands, we couldn't even get close enough to hug or hold each other. The only real solace that we had is that she agreed to arrange a meeting with the US consulate sometime in the morning. But what the hell did she mean by punishment? Or escorts for that matter?

The anxiety was mind-numbing, and fortunately... maybe unfortunately, we didn't have to wait that long. If I was to guess, I'd say we had to wait about twenty minutes before there was a buzz, which I'm guessing was their version of a doorbell. The way Circe came out mere moments later, told me that I was correct.

She opened the door, and four men came in. And they wore all black, they're very muscular, and judging by the badge on the shirt, I could only assume that they were the authorities even if they didn't look like any police I had seen.

Circe looked me in the eye and said, "I command you to take off your clothes."

My eyes must have been as wide open as my mouth when she said that. I was not about to get naked in front of four men I had never met before. Hell I wasn't going to get naked in front of four men that I had seen before. And my silent refusal was answered with a shock from my collar, but it wasn't just a quick jolt, it was a sustained buzz that was painful. After about 10 seconds, it doubled in intensity, and continued to do so every 10 seconds. It was around 40 seconds that I started taking off my top, then my bottoms, and the pain was long since gone by the time I was barefoot with no clothes on.

I was gasping for air, not from the exertion of taking off my clothes, or the speed in which I did it... but from the sheer adrenaline flowing through me from the pain. I heard Circe speaking to one of the guards, "she has an appointment at re-education center seven. Can you please see that she gets there?"

"Of course Ms. Aeaea."

"Re-Education center?" Levi asked more as a demand for an explanation than a question.

"I command you to be quiet for the rest of the hour," was Circe's response.

Levi only made one more sound, and that was enough to discourage him from speaking anymore. The two guards took me by the arms and led me out of Circe's home.

We got in the car again, taking the magnetic train thing to the education and attention area. I was brought to a room, it was metal, and I was told to sit down in a chair, at one point I was told to look at a blue on the wall. I did, and only a second later I was told that was enough. And they took me down to another room.

I was brought to this thing. I can only describe it as a pod. It looked kind of like an egg except that it opened like the gull-wing door of a DeLorean from that time travel movie.

I was placed in it, my wrists and my ankles strapped specific points, my waist and my thighs are as well, a few more adjustments were made and I felt something pressing against my ass, not just like my ass cheeks but something like in between my ass and pressed right to that point... nothing entering, but it was hard to ignore. Straps were put around my head so I couldn't move. A screen right in front of my face, and speakers next to my ears. Then the pod closed and it was trapped in this tiny well-lit space.

The screen started flashing images, I couldn't exactly make out what they were, it was too fast... I tried to close my eyes, and then it was a harsh sound from the speakers by my ears, and I had to look at the screen to get it to stop. But when I was looking at the screen, I could hear a voice in the speakers but I couldn't quite make out the words. It was either too low or the frequency wasn't right, it was odd. I didn't understand what was happening.

It was only a moment later that I recognized that there was a pink mist starting to fill up inside the pod with me. It made everything seem a little brighter, a little slower. Or are they drugging me?

I was bombarded by lights and sounds. I needed it. I didn't know what I needed but I needed it. I would do anything for it. Oh, look at that girl on the screen, she loves taking it up the ass. It's so hot. Attractive women like it in the ass. I like having their asses full. I want to be an attractive woman. If I want to be attractive. I need to take it in the ass.

My hands were strapped to a lever, if I pushed it forward I could feel it in my ass. Did I want that? No, I didn't. Yes I did. Oh fuck, I don't know what the fuck I want.

The more the pod around me turned pink from the mist, the brighter the images seemed, the more it seared itself into my mind. The slower the sounds were, the more I understood the words. The more I absorbed the words and accepted the words. They were absolute.

I loved anal sex. I need to test something in my ass all the time. If I didn't I would go out of my mind.

I felt my hand pushed forward on the lever, and as it pushed forward I felt that glorious sensation inside my ass as it fit perfectly! A phallic shape stuffed my ass for the first time. How did I ever go a day without that... This was perfect. Never again would I go without.

In and out, in and out... I was so fucking horny... I've never felt such pleasure my entire life. Never again would I go without this. I needed it. Oh how it was such a fucking anal fuck addict. More... bigger... wider... deeper... I wanted to know more, I wanted to feel more....

An hour after hour every thought and emotion around this intensified... until everything stopped.

They unstrapped me from the machine, I needed more. I wanted to feel more, "please..." I practically begged with my ragged voice as they pulled me away from my pleasure. I was brought to a room where they had me drink. Maybe they'd let me back in? I wasn't sure... but I wanted to go back.

And then I was led to another room, my voice had returned, I felt somewhat rejuvenated... but I wanted to feel the pleasure again... I needed to.. I was in a metal room, and was ordered to sit in a chair. I complied because all I wanted to do was feel it again. I feel that pleasure.

I was told to look at a blue dot. I did... and then I heard a sound...

My eyes snapped open, all I wanted to know was what they planned to do to me. It wasn't that bad, this was like a first offense, wasn't it? What exactly did they do in a re-education facility?

And then a man walked in, he wore black coat, but it oddly reminded her of a doctor's coat only the wrong color... the reverse color... "Your escorts are here! They're here to take you back to your owner."

"I'm going back, already?" I'm sure my face scrunched up into a confused look, "so Circe just sent me here to squirm? To teach me a lesson?"

The black clad doctor shook his head, "no, you've been here for 5 hours. We've done what we were supposed to, you're just not supposed to remember. The blue dot was the trigger, you'd remember nothing from the time that you looked at it until you looked at it again."

She had trouble believing the doctor, but she wasn't about to argue with anyone after what happened last time. She just wished that they would give her some clothes. And... and...

I shook my head for a moment. There was something strange going on in my head, I couldn't put my finger on it but I needed something... I craved something but I didn't know what it was.

The two escorts came in, I was pretty sure they were the same ones from before. They took my upper arms and walked me out of the room, and made my way down to the streets, I felt every eye in the city looking at me. I knew it was in my head, this was not an uncommon sight in this city, probably about as common as a woman wearing a white shirt back home. But I still felt exposed. They took the public transportation back to Circe's home.

There was something uneasy that seemed to crawl under my skin, I didn't understand what it was even as they led her inside. A craving, an unsatisfied need, that was worming its way through my subconscious and how I couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

I was left inside of the door, and the escorts were gone. I slowly stepped inside very tentatively, "hello?"

"We're in here, Katya." I heard Circe's voice call back.

I took some slow steps forward, one hand hiding my breasts, the other trying to give myself some modesty between my legs. I entered the dining room and saw Circe standing behind a chair, and then I looked over to see... Levi?

He looked so...

"Over here." Circe diverted her attention before my mind could even process what I was looking at when I saw my husband. Circe pulled out the chair, "I got this especially for you today."

I was curious and nervous at the same time. This was a much more sadistic woman than I had been expecting earlier, so as I slowly walked around the table I looked at the chair she'd pulled out for me. In the middle of it was a phallus sticking right up. "What is that?"

"It's your new chair. You can sit in this whenever we eat meals together."

"I can't..." I shook my head.

"What's the matter? Still thinking that your ass is 'exit only.'"

My mind started to spin, there was an instant arousal when she said those last two words. My breathing became so intense! I was suddenly so wet... so fucking wet... my hand that was covering my breast started squeezing my breasts as I pulled at my nipples... what did she do to me?

"Come, have a seat Katya... you know you want to feel that in your ass... unless you want to tell me that your ass is 'exit only,' still..."

Everything seemed to double, my arousal... my need... everything was so intense and I needed to feel something in my ass. And I found myself walking towards Circe, and I sat down and I felt that thing's tip at the entrance to my ass... starting to push at my rosebud and I just sat right into that tight, ideally-shaped relief. "Oh, That feels so fucking good... so fucking good..."

Levi

It was frustrating, here. I was unable to protect my wife. Every time I tried to step off that stupid square, I was at.. each time more painful than the last. This was too much. And then two of the escorts just took my wife out, and I stood there doing nothing... I was ashamed.

Circe on the other hand seemed downright giddy. She had this warm smile on her face almost as if she just sent my wife off to an all-day spa and not to a re-education center... she looked at me like it was just the two of us, like I was her puppy.

I was not her fucking puppy.

"Well the good news for you, you don't get the reeducation center. You get to go on a shopping trip. Unfortunately I've got things to do today so you're just going to have to go with the escorts. And just so we're clear, I command you to obey their instructions, and then the instructions of the retail specialist that is assigned to you when you get there."

She whispered into the ears of one of the escorts. He nodded his head, and then she walked over to a drawer and handed him a pair of scissors. He spent the next few moments snipping away every ounce of clothing until I was just as naked as Katya..

Next thing I knew, each of them had a grip on my upper arm as they led me out of her home and down the street towards the subway. Okay. Wasn't really a Subway, but I felt like I was going down into one. Strapped into the cart and a couple of turns later we found ourselves in the shopping district.

I was brought to a place that looked like a sex shop more than anything. We answered the doors, and looked around. I realize that this definitely was a sex shop. However, there was a woman sitting in the corner dressed quite professionally that looked up and smiled. When she saw us. She stood up and approached us.

"Hi there, my name is Kelly! You have to be Levi!"

"And that would be correct." I acknowledged.

Then one of the escorts said, "you will obey all of her commands, she is the one that has been assigned to you."

"Okay, Levi... come with me." I didn't immediately follow after her, and felt the jolt, and then quickly sped after her... Fuck, I really did have to do what she said...

Since I was already naked, I didn't really have to take anything off when I arrived. What would be my biggest surprise, a shower stall. She lathered on a pink foam all over my body, and then used the shower to wash it off and I found that I was hairless from the neck down... it's technically from the face down, I should do a good job of putting that all over my beard area. My hands ran over the area and found that it was extremely smooth... uncomfortably smooth.

"Let's get back in there." And I followed her quickly as I just didn't want to get zapped again. There was an angled board, and it was completely upright, she had me lean into it and strapped my ankles and wrists to the top and bottom of it and then angled me at about a 45° angle... I was so confused.

And then she and another worker that had the company's logo on the front of the building approached... they started playing with my penis. Like not jerking off or anything but taking measurements and stuff. "What are you doing?" I asked.

Kelly giggled and then said, "and no questions right now, I'll be happy to answer them once everything's in place."

"In place? What is that supposed to mean?" I got two more shocks, each more painful than the last for asking two questions... or at least I was pretty sure that's why I got zapped twice.

Kelly giggled again. The shop worker walked away leaving me and Kelly by ourselves, and when she returned she had a little box. Kelly took it and thanked her and opened it up and placed a few things on a table beside her.

She pulled out a bottle. And then a pair of plastic gloves, she put the gloves on first and then applied the liquid from the bottle and then started spreading it very liberally across my junk. My balls, my penis, apparently my everything... both in seconds it just went numb, the whole area was a sensory dead zone. I was so confused about that.

"Don't worry, I can see your concern. As soon as it dries, you will have full feeling again. It is quick drying, you should have full feeling back within five minutes."

I had more questions, such as 'why the hell did you need my dick to be numb for 5 minutes?' But I did not ask that question as I was fucking sick of getting zapped by the stupid fucking collar.

I was starting to learn entirely too quickly that sometimes I didn't actually want to know the answers to the questions that were in my head. Case in point when she had this big round thing, and then she just left it on my belly as she scooped up my balls under her thumb with the rest of my junk and then took that ring and slid it right under and clicked it into place. It was just a big ring? It literally pulled out my balls in my penis a quarter inch from the rest of me, but that's all it... That was okay, right?

No, it wasn't.

Next thing I knew I had this pink sheath for all intents that was slid right over my penis, stuffed really... and then she attached it to the ring with a lock of some sort. It wasn't a padlock, but there was a twist and then a blinking green light as if to let me know that it was on. She held another button that was on the top of it until my collar started vibrating, not painfully.

"All right. Levi. I paired your chastity cage to your collar, whenever one gets zapped, the other does too." She giggled for a moment and leaned over me with a smile, "would you like to try it?"

Was she actually asking me? "Not really, Kelly."

There was a bit of a pout on her face, "oh well. At least I know you'll be obeying everything I tell you to do then." With that she righted me back up and undid my wrists and ankle so I could walk free.

We left the shop and started walking down the boardwalk, and yes I was still fucking naked except for the freaking Chastity device...

We found ourselves going into what I could only describe as a fetish dress shop. It was almost like going into a regular clothing store like Kohl's or something, except that everything was made out of latex and leather. Everything.

And I found myself following Kelly around as she made a few selections. And of course everything in the selection was the same shade of pink as my collar and freaking chastity device.

The first thing she picked for me... a pair of panties. I'd say they were girls' panties, except there was an indentation on the front not just for a penis, but to emphasize a chastity cage. It was panties for a sissy. Why was I even surprised that they made that? Of course, I put them on as soon as she handed it to me cuz I didn't want to get zapped in either of my neck or my junk. Somehow she had a sissy bra too, had the same shape as a regular bikini top or something, except there was no cup size. It was just covering the same area on a man. Both were latex.

She walked me to another area of the store where she picked opera length gloves going literally halfway up my upper arm, but at least they were fingerless so I could still feel around for what I was doing. And then there were stockings. Just like the gloves. They went right up my legs, they were transparent but still latex. And everyone could see that my legs were hairless. That was awkward.

Then we were off to another part of the store where apparently she decided I was going to wear a dress. A bubble gum pink dress to match my collar and chastity cage that nobody could even see anymore... though they could see that bulge just as easily as any man could see a women's breasts through a skin tight dress.

Then we were off to another corner of the store where she decided to pick out shoes. You guessed it, I had to wear high heels. They were padlocked to my feet and they were five inches tall..

We left there and I had trouble walking after her cuz I was going so slow because I've never worn highheels in my life. Those motherfuckers hurt after about a quarter mile. But then we were in a salon, they gave me nails, they were long, like an inch passed my fingers tips, painted the same color as my outfit. And they put on a little makeup, blush, I wasn't surprised that that was pink. I also didn't even know if they made other colors for blush. Pink lipstick, pink eyeshadow, surprisingly black mascara and eyeliner... but both had a touch of pink in the form of highlights... speaking of highlights, they decided I was going to wear a pink wig with blonde highlights.

They turned me into a pink sissy.

We went to the gym next. I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do in the gym with this kind of outfit on. And apparently I wasn't going to do a lot, just the worst possible thing I could imagine in that particular moment... walk on a treadmill... for hours...

At one point she finally told me I could stop when she got a message on her little transparent plastic thing. And told me it was time to go home. She brought me to the public transportation center, where I was met by those two escorts again. Kelly said goodbye, I reciprocated, and then I was being brought back to Circe's place.

I was greeted by Circe. When we walked in, she walked around me, she made these sounds like she was very pleased. And then told me to follow her, we walked into the dining room. There was no food. The one chair was a different color than the rest, clearly new.

We sat in silence as she seemed to be reviewing some documents on her stupid piece of plastic. A little while later there was a noise at the front door, part of me hoped it was my wife. I heard her voice call out "hello?"

Circe stood up, and walked behind the oddly colored chair, "we're in here. Katya."

A long moment later, I saw my naked wife turn the corner staring at Circe. I was embarrassed to be seen by my wife, part of me hoped that she wouldn't recognize me.

But her head turned and looked at me, instant recognition... instant embarrassment, instant humiliation, instant shame... but before she could say a word... before I could defend myself... Circe demanded her attention. She pulled the chair out and for the first time both me and my wife could see that this new chair had a fucking dick drilled into it... or shaped out of it?

And then she was inviting my wife to sit on it. Katya seemed so confused... until she heard Circe say, "exit only." That was the description we talked about for people who didn't like anal sex... but my wife's reaction was different...

Her body seemed to take a life of its own, she was breathing heavily, her fingers rubbing her breasts, a hand buried in her snatch. And then more was said, and that same 'exit only' was said again, and my wife seemed to lose all control...

She eagerly made her way to the chair and lowered herself onto it, she seemed to be in total and complete ecstasy.

"What did you do to Katya?"

There was a delighted smile in Circe's face, I wasn't sure if it was because she had done what she wanted to, or because she was about to rub my face in it. "I made her realize how much she loved anal sex. Specifically, she is addicted to it, there's nothing else in the world she wants more. I might be exaggerating. But she craves it... even when she doesn't know she's craving it, she feels like she's crawling out of her own mind."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Lady?" Was all I could ask Circe.

Circe

It wasn't long after I sent them both out that I was able to cool off a bit. Let cooler heads prevail. I had my own job at City administration, they were prestige jobs, there were real jobs, and there were real jobs that were prestige jobs. I had the latter.

I did have a few moments to myself though, and it occurred to me, I knew exactly what I was doing with Katya and I had a pretty good idea of what was going to happen to Levi. Levi would be the witness, but Katya... I was going to do some stuff with her tonight.

I found the perfect little toy to fuck with her. Or was that to fuck her? For her to fuck? I just knew it would be the perfect moment though, trigger her with a new piece of furniture.

So that night I had gotten in before either of my pets. I had ordered the chair online and it was sitting on the front step. When I got home. Open the door, pulled it in and replaced one of the dining room chairs with it. It almost matched the rest of the decor, but it was slightly darker. I'd like to think that one wouldn't notice unless they were looking for it. Aside from the giant phallus that was intended to plant itself in someone's ass, just by sitting in the chair

Levi arrived first, and I took in his feminine appearance. He definitely didn't look like a girl, but he was well on his way to sissyhood. I had him join me in the dining room as we waited for Katya. We didn't have to wait too long. I greeted her and invited her into the dining room. Where I showed her that wonderful new piece of furniture.

The look on her face was precious. She was disgusted and intrigued by it. By the same moment. I knew the telltale look on her face, that lustful disgust as her conscious mind hated the idea, but the desires we planted in her were overwhelming her in a way that she wasn't fully aware of. Something that confused her.

Levi knew something was wrong. And then when I triggered her, Levi was instantly upset by his wife's behavior. But he knew exactly it was going on when I triggered her the second time and she willfully and slowly impaled her ass upon the chair's phallus declaring how wonderful it was.

It's fun as this all was, Levi absolutely had to ruin it by asking what the hell was wrong with me.

My warm smile faded to an annoyed grimace as I looked at him for a moment. Thinking of what to do next... should I command him to be more respectful and laugh when he zaps himself, or laugh at him when he complies?

No, I had a better idea. Use his wife against him.

"Katya... I command you to get off of that chair."

"Noooo..." She groaned, which quickly turned into a sudden and brief shriek as the collar zapped her and she jumped to her feet.

"Please mistress..." Her voice trailed off almost dejectedly.

"I'll let you sit on it until bedtime if you do me one teensy little favor." I teased her.

But she hung on to that like that little ledge in the cliff that she was dangling from, "yes Miss Circe, I'll do anything... what do you want me to do?"

"Give your husband oral sex in front of me..."

Levi looked at me incredulously, ''you can't do that... that's messed up... she can't do that... literally she can't!" It was almost desperation in his voice, and I knew that he did not want her to know about the chastity cage.

But that was not going to stop her in any way shape or form. She wanted that thing in her ass again, and if that meant giving her husband oral sex, so be it.

She was already halfway over to her husband when he said that wasn't a good idea... he never directly said no, but it was clear that he was not comfortable with the idea of his wife lifting up his dress and seeing what was down there.

She was not yielding. She was determined to get to his crotch, she knelt down in front of him and tried to grab it the Hem of his dress. He tried to plead with her, but she was determined, and begged if she needed that thing in her ass so badly...

And then finally something clicked, or maybe something broke inside him, and he just went with it... and he spread his legs as she lifted his dress, and then she saw it. The pink chastity cage.

And she snapped out of her for a moment, "what did you do to him?"

I didn't answer her, instead I just asked her, "are you going to get on with it or what?"

"What?" She paused to look back at me, " how could you ask that of me? I don't even think I can. I don't think I want to do this. It's going to seriously mess up with my husband."

"Which is exactly why I want you to do it."

"No. I won't."

I smiled at her, "exit only."

I watched as a breathing intensified again, she closed her eyes, her subconscious was reliving the training she had this afternoon. Afternoon. She was getting wet. She wanted to feel the toy deep in her ass. " Please Miss Circe.."

"You know what to do, if you really want it."

And that's how I got Katya to spend over an hour, licking her husband's cage and balls without ever getting him off. Giving him just enough stimulation to twitch and grind his hips without ever getting any real satisfaction. And when I was pleased with her result, pleased with his frustration and levels of horniness... did I allow Katya to sit back in the chair for the rest of the evening...

Levi looked at me, I'm pretty sure he didn't think you would get an honest answer, he knew that we were seeing the consulate tomorrow. And he probably had high hopes. But that didn't stop him from asking, "what exactly are your intentions to do with us?"

Chapter 3

Circe

I was annoyed to wake up by the sound of the alarm that I had set the night before. I much preferred waking up on my own, but luckily for me this was a small thing. It was temporary, there were goals for my new play things.

I got off and put my slippers on, they didn't make as much noise. I opened the door to my pets' room and they were both asleep, probably had a hard time getting there. It's almost a shame that I would have to wake them up soon... almost.

My mind briefly drifted back to the conversation we had the night before. Levi demanded to know exactly what I had in store for him, and I told him with such slowly articulated amusement, and the look on both of their faces with something I would revel in. They had both demanded the right to see the consulate to try and get off the island. I agreed to allow them, let them see that they had signed everything away. That my plans for them were absolute and there was nothing they could do about it. Levi was ready to argue, but his wife... probably after enduring what I had put her through had stopped him. She assured him that the consulate would fix everything in the morning...

While they slept, I ate breakfast and took a shower to clean myself. Soon it was ready for me to get dressed for the day. The dominatrix look was definitely going to be in. By the time I was done my hair was up in a nice tight bun. Long black lashes, smokey gray eyeshadow, blood red lipstick. My outfit was even better: a black corset that covered my breasts and shrunk my waist, skin tight black latex pants, thigh high black latex high heeled boots, opera-length Black latex gloves, of riding crop hanging from belt... And then the little thing that I thought really pulled it together... a red blazer, it was cute and feminine, even when buttoned. It was just slightly below my corset which framed my cleavage. It was amazing.

I walked back to their room, and woke them up. They both seem to be immediately apprehensive to my cheer. "Wake up. Time to get dressed, you have a big day today."

Levi was sitting up when he managed to ask, "I thought you said you were going to take us to the consulate today?"

My natural instinct would have been to punish him for asking, but he was still new... that wasn't right. So I indulged him just a bit, "We are. You will. But first we got to get you washed up and dressed. When I'm happy with the clothes you are wearing, I'll take you to the appointment. And from there one of two things happens, they help you get off the island, and you get to go home... or you don't, in which case we continue your education... Either way it's a big day for you. I was serious about that." The two of them looked at each other, there was nervousness in their expressions. But they seemed hopeful.

I made Levi watch as I dressed Katya. It was a black rubber catsuit, but it was crotchless, and technically assless. The rest of her body was covered from toe to neck in thick rubber. Her breasts and ass were inflatable, there was even a little pump under her armpit. I had purchased these shiny red high heels that I put on her feet. On our hands, I put these round gloves, and I did mean round. Her hand gripped into this ball, and then the glove wrapped around. It's so that beyond her wrist just looked like two red balls, she had no ability to use her hands in the outfit. I put her in front of her husband as I started pumping up her tits and her ass until she looked like a caricature of femininity.

Then of course I put down a little dildo, screwed it into a chair, and said "exit only." given that her outfit had no crotch or ass, she impaled herself upon the toy, she seemed quite content sitting in that chair as it was time for her to watch her husband change.

Levi's look was a little bit more different. It was a pink tube top. And it was see-through, so we could all see his masculine nipples. But I also had him wear a pink hobble skirt that made it so he would have to mince every single step, and went all the way down to his ankles. There he was wearing high heels with 6-inch heels pushing the limits of his feet. They were locked, and there was a chain adding to the hobble. He would only be able to take small steps. I also did his makeup, shiny pink lips, pink eyeshadow, even gave him pink mascara. I'm sure it'd be no surprise to know that by the time I was done he had very long shiny pink nails. He looked like the perfect little sissy slut.

I carefully attached a pink leash to Levi's neck, and then I did the same with a red leash to Katya's neck. It was the first time I would walk them like the pets they were. Neither one of them made a complaint, though I was pretty sure that part of that was because I was taking them to the place they wanted to go. The US consulate.

Here, in the city, this was not an unusual site. An owner with her pets taking them for a walk, parading them across the city was as normal as walking a dog. This was not uncommon, this was expected. It was not required at all.

And with that we were off to the public transportation, they both seemed humiliated and embarrassed as they were taken out in public. They would get used to it.

It didn't take long for us to get to the consulate for the US embassy. I walked them up to the front door, explained that they had an appointment, though as a non-citizen I was not allowed to go any further. They were allowed in. And I just had to wait and find out what would happen to them from that point forward.

Katya

It was absolutely mortifying to have Circe lead us around by the collars and leashes. Neither me nor Levi were used to wearing high heels at all. I was always too much of a tomboy, I think the only time my entire life I wore high heels was to my prom. I fucking hated it, and they were at my table almost the entire night while I walked around barefoot.

Fuck, my feet hurt, and she wasn't slowing down at all.

Barefoot wasn't an option right now. These stupid glove things, I don't even know what they would be called, I was literally gripping a ball with this glove around it to make sure I couldn't let go. Like ever. We took a trip in the tunnels and we got out near the docks where there were a series of buildings down the street that we went to but had flags in front of them.

Circe led us to the one with the US flag on it. As we passed the main entrance, they stopped us, and she explained that there was an appointment for the two of us. We were American citizens so we were allowed to enter, she was not. But she smiled and had a seat on a couch that they clearly had set up for people in her position. However, she didn't quite let go of us just yet. She took a moment, and used that pump to put air into my breasts as again, at least these fake ones that were on the front of my catsuit.... Before I was allowed to go in, I basically had to have tits that made basketballs look small, and my ass wasn't much better. She took a moment to apply more lipstick to Levi's face, did something to exaggerate the size of his lips, and added an extra coat of gloss.

A man and a woman approached us. The man spoke first, "I'm here to meet with Katya."

I put my balled hand up, "that's me."

"You can come with me." I held my hand out to Levi... held my ball out to Levi, and he touched it again and gave it a quick kiss. The woman called his name, and the two of us ended up going in different directions.

I was taken to a small office where the man sat behind the desk and allowed me to have a seat. My ass was so inflated that I couldn't properly seat myself, and I couldn't exactly cross my legs because the inflated ass made it so I was completely off balance trying to sit. So there I was, unable to hold anything, unable to touch anything, forced to spread my legs so that I wouldn't fall off the chair I was sitting in. And of course I was wearing no panties, and the stupid cat suit had no bottom, so I was literally just showing this guy my beaver... so humiliating...

"Hello Katya, my name is Dennis, don't worry about being too embarrassed, you are not the first person to come through my office in the situation like you are now... not even the first person this morning." He grabbed the folder and started sorting through some paperwork, "so what seems to be the problem?"

I took a deep steadying breath, "Well... after the storm back in San Diego, me and my husband were on our honeymoon.. when we got stuck here, but on the docks... we were given some basic food and supplies, but while we were hanging out the docks this caught Circe's attention. The woman offered to let us stay with her. And then here we are, but suddenly she decided that we are her property. And no fucking way... totally illegal. Not going to let it happen."

Dennis pressed his lips together and made a grunting sound as he sorted through some of the paperwork. "I think you're missing a few details." He handed a photograph of paperwork, Katya thought it was a little bit weird that it wasn't just a copy, or an image on a computer screen, but it seemed to be made out of the same high quality paper that a photograph was, and just as shiny. "Is that your signature?"

I leaned over and looked at it, given how big my inflated tits were, I was lucky that they weren't as heavy as a size that large would have appeared. What he wanted to show me was from the documents we signed at the gate, "yes, sir."

He nodded his head very slowly, like he was about to deliver bad news, "I'm sorry there's nothing really we can do. You agreed to accept her as your owner in exchange for a shelter. You are her commodity."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes in disbelief, "seriously? Come on. Every major country in this world makes this illegal."

Dennis took in a deep breath and then let out an exasperated sigh through his nose, "Yes, for the most part. However... Hedonia has better tech than we do, we cannot wage a battle against them. We cannot endanger our treaties with them as it will make some other political enemies more powerful than us if they have technology from this country, and we do not. We cannot risk an international incident over people who don't read their contracts."

I looked down at my basketball size titties- No, they couldn't even be called breasts when they looked like that, "-then what am I supposed to do?"

Dennis shrugged his shoulders again, "go back down there, And tell your owner that you're ready to leave. And then leave with them."

"What if I request asylum? Or habeas corpus? I have a constitutional right to habeas corpus don't I?" I was grasping at little pieces of knowledge I had about our legal system.

The language of the man sitting here across from me shifted a bit uncomfortably, "you do have rights to those. But if I can be frank with you, it will make things worse for you. I can give you 24 hours where I can give you a room, it won't be unlike a hotel room. And then we can send this up the political chain, and see if someone can do anything... The few times people ever requested this, nothing happened because nobody wants to endanger our contracts. And from what I'm told, the owners usually get pissed off and do worse things to them."

I quickly brought up, "Last night my husband asked what she planned for us, she said I was going to be a slave, it doesn't get much worse than that!" My balled up hands went flying to the sky in a total act of frustration, "so I just go back out there, and say, "yes mistress, blah blah blah?"

"Your contract is for five years. If you want it to be a smooth 5 years, that is exactly what you'll do. And I'm sorry there's nothing more I can do for you. Good day!"

......

.........

... Wait, did he just dismiss me?

Like hell he did, "No, that's not enough... I want to talk to your boss... or their boss." I was going full Karen on his ass. Maybe Super Saiyan Karen. I stood up and looked at the door to the side of his office, not the one I came in through.

I took my first step towards it but Dennis stayed in his seat and said, "and that's not my boss's office... that's an exit only. Once you leave you can't get back in."

"Fuck." I said as I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to have something jammed into my tight needy ass. Only more troubling was how quickly my new need to impale my ass on a big thick... um... how much it took the fight out of me.

Then he took me by my upper arm and started walking me out, "and I see you've already been to the re-education center..." he was rubbing it in, and as he led me out of his office, and then down to the main entrance, he said a brief apology and sent me past the guards...

I saw Circe with her legs crossed playing with her media, she looked up with a smile, "still with me I see. Excellent."

The urge to impale something in my empty ass was already dwindling. Not completely... I reluctantly walked to my new, 'owner.'

But Circe just gestured to another woman, "she's here to take you to today's lesson." oh no, what were they going to do this time, make me open my mouth at the snap of a finger? Fuck...

Once again, I was taken to the re-education area, this time I was taken into a new building. They played with my collar for a few minutes. And then a new woman approached. "Hello, I'm here to help with a few things. I don't know what you know about thought processes and such, but I'm going to walk you through this before we start."

"Nice to meet you..." I said as I certainly didn't want to start off on the wrong foot for this one... but the weird thing was the woman seemed to have the exact same voice as Circe. I saw her own collar, it wasn't displaying her as property, more like a choker, did that give her Circe's voice?

She showed a diagram, it had a person with a couple of lumpy circles... the woman started a lecture, "so if a person hears something," she used a ruler to point to the person's ear, " it goes to the brain, then a number of things happen." She pointed to the other circles. "So first your brain hears something." She tapped the first circle... "then it deciphers what it heard, and who it's from." She's pointed to the next circle, "then your brain must decide what actions it will do, refuse? Obey? Question? And a whole other assortment of things to do." Then she tapped the final circle, "and then the brain commands the body to react in the way that it decides.... Are you with me so far?

"What is-" there was a sudden shock in her collar and she yelled out in pain...

"And that's the problem... what we are going to do today, is through using a pain and punishment system, teach you to bypass all this middle stuff. When you hear a command, as soon as your brain can interpret what it's supposed to be, you will comply without thinking about what you want to do."

"Okay! I understand." Katya managed to respond.

The woman looked down at her, "What do you call yourself?"

"Katya." another jolt of pain as she dropped to her knees.

"That is your name... unless you are asked for it for identification purposes, that is not what you are called... you are called, 'this slave.'" She paused for a moment, " what are you called?"

A slight hesitation caused another jolt... "this slave."

"You must respond faster than that."

The woman asked again, "what are you called?"

"This slave." I responded quickly anticipating the question.

"Better." The woman paused, "display your cunt for me."

She did not just ask me to- My eyes went wide, as I was zapped again.

The day lasted over 10 hours, by the time we left it was dark and just like last time I was escorted to the public transportation and made sure I made my way home. When did this slave start accepting that as home? Wait... did I just think, 'the slave,' instead of 'I?' I spent way too much time there today.

I walked in and saw her sitting on the couch. "Hello Mistress." I knew I'd be shocked if I referred to her as anything else.

She looked over at me, a wicked and deviant smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

"Hello Katya... get on your hands and knees and come over here."

I was already on my hands and knees before I even had a chance to realize what she had said. They really were good at what they did.

I stopped when I was where her finger pointed, she looked down at me, "did you learn a lot today, pet?"

"This slave did, Mistress." I can't believe in less than a day she had gotten me to this level. I was resentful, but I was afraid to let that show on my face.

She pointed down to her boot, "lick it three times and kiss it."

I complied before I could even process the thought yet again.

"Now you see, I told you she would be broken pretty easily, and we've barely even begun the training." Circe said as she spoke to someone on the other side of the room.

I turned my head to look... I didn't recognize her, but somehow, given the way that she looked at me, I knew that was Levi.

Levi

I was led to an office in the consulate. The woman let me sit down, and then she left me alone while promising to return. I sat there and all I could think about was how embarrassing it was for me to be sitting there in a pink skirt, well pink everything... and even look like the Levi that was on my passport, was covered in makeup, just like a woman... it was... awkward.

A couple minutes passed before she returned. She had a cup of tea for me and set it across from me. "Okay, Levi, why don't you tell me what the problem is." Her hands were folded respectfully in front of her, she was indulging me.

And I spent a few minutes explaining what had happened ever since we got on that boat. And of course what had happened to my wife at that 'exit only' thing. Her eyes widened slightly, but the woman held her composure.

She listened to me carefully, even seemed to take a couple of notes, when she was ready, she pursed her lips together a few times. Finally, she put up her hand as if she told me to stop, she pulled out a glossy 8x10 which I expected to be some sort of photograph, instead, it ended up being a picture of the contract that we signed to get in. The NDA, I was guessing.

"Levi, let's be honest, this is your signature. Is it not?"

"It is," and I could see exactly where that was going, "but not only were they rushing us, but if we actually signed ourselves off as property"

"-if?" She explained, "you still don't know?"

"Well it was implied we'd have to accept that just as a legal loophole to get in... but it wouldn't really affect us in any significant way. But look at the way I'm dressed!" I gestured to my dress, "clearly this is affecting me in a significant way."

She looked at me with a stern look, "Clearly this is something significant. You made a colossal misjudgment. Co. Loss. Al. The treaties Hedonia has with countries around the world makes this contract legally binding."

I shook my head in annoyance, "there has to be more. Slavery is illegal because of international treaties."

She rolled her eyes, "name one."

I open my palms, "I'm not a lawyer. I don't know. But everyone knows this."

She rolled her eyes as she said, "Bandwagon Fallacy" but didn't give me a chance to ask, she was already moving on as it was her turn to shake her head, "Hedonia has made many international treaties that make everything here legal. You agreed to be her property in exchange for admittance here. On the off chance you could get out, you're probably leaving your wife behind. If you lose. Your owner can make things worse for you."

I pulled on the straps of my dress, "How can this get worse? When I confronted her on her plans for us. She blatantly admitted that my wife was going to be her personal slave, and I was going to be a 'commodity' in the form of a porn star! Explain to me how this gets worse!"

She looked at my dress, "do you still have your junk... err. Manhood? Just the fact that you made her go out of her way to take you here tells me that she will probably give you your own pair of breasts by the end of the day... maybe worse."

There was that word again, 'worse.' wait, 'Breasts?'

"Look-" I started but she immediately cut me off.

"-I can give you protection for up to 24 hours... probably. You will very much likely lose and be given over to her. She has a right to punish you. And your wife over this. Do you want a protection order? Or do you want to do the smart thing and go back through that door and apologize to her for wastting her time?"

My mouth hung open for a minute, I was not going to be separated from my wife. I certainly wasn't going to make things 'worse' for her. I didn't want to make things 'worse' for me. So all I said was, "thank you," and left. Worst consulate ever.

I wasn't about to apologize to Circe for exercising my god-given rights, but I could thank her for getting us down here so quickly. "Hello Circe, thank you for taking me down here, is Katya still inside?"

Circe smiled, it wasn't very genuine, "you're welcome, and you missed her, I sent her for re-education again. Should be interesting. But it's your turn for some more shopping."

I grit my teeth. I didn't know what to expect, or what would make things worse. I half-expected Circe to have me escorted to a re-education center. I did not expect her to stay with me.

But no. We were off to a medical area and the things I heard in the consulate were making me a little anxious. Circe walked me herself to the office, we met with a medical professional.

Circe sat down in the chair, casually crossed her legs and then pointed to the floor for me to kneel and wait... I wanted to go off on this lady, but I bit my tongue until a doctor showed up.

He was a man in his mid-40s, "hello Ms. Aeaea, you look well today, how can I help you?"

She immediately gestured towards me, "this is one of my newly acquired commodities. I decided that she will work well as one of our newest pornstars. But as you can see there is still much work to be done."

The doctor got up out of his chair, and he walked over and then walked around me three times, "did you have anything specific in mind?"

There was lush amusement in Circe's voice, "in fact, I have a few ideas... I don't want there to be any mistake that this is a man, I want everyone who sees him to know, not think, that she is a woman."

I stood up, rage in my voice "I am drawing a line-" immediately both my collar and my chastity cage zapped me. A double whammy and I was on my knees again.

They both seemed amused.

Circe just smirked, "be quiet, pet... adults are talking right now." I was in my mid-twenties, how was I not an adult? Clearly she was just trying to humiliate me in front of the doctor.

Without losing a beat, Circe continued, "some cheek and jaw implants to really feminize the face, I'd like some lip filler too. I would like five of those X73 implants in both the lips and the back of his throat. I'm thinking an internal corset strip. Tighten that Achilles tendon, I don't want her to wear anything but high heels for the rest of her time here. I'd like to do a genetic alteration to make sure that his hair naturally grows that same shade of pink as the wig he's wearing. A tint of his eye color, I want that to be pink as well. I would like to add a voice modulator to his voice box, That way I can always control what he sounds like. Oh... And a pair of the network enabled expandable breast implants. Can you do all that this afternoon?"

I was listening as she made all these demands of what she wanted to do to my body. How could you just do this? She must have been some sort of sociopath. I couldn't even stand up without getting shocked or zapped... I would even do it if I thought it would make a difference, but I think she found it more amusing if I tried to argue. Instead I found myself just keeping my mouth shut.

The doctor responded, "oh yes, we can have all of that done in a couple of hours. I actually do have some time right now if you want to get him in immediately."

She looked at me and then back to the doctor, "that would be marvelous."

She literally handed the leash to the doctor and said, "I'll be back around three, please have 'her' ready by then." there was a special emphasis on the word 'her.'

The doctor didn't even acknowledge me, he just took the leash and led me down the hall. He had me remove my dress and then had me hold my arms up, they had this weird device that they wrapped around my waist. As soon as he pressed the green button I felt something digging in. It was working its way around my body. I don't know exactly what it was, but it was literally forcing some things through my torso. It hurt. Sort of? Not incredibly much, but it was a constant pain of feeling something digging through my skin.

After a few minutes, they took the machine off. Right in front of me he seemed to log on to an app on his little piece of transparent plastic. And they started pressing a few buttons, I felt holes diggin into my flesh, it was uncomfortable, but not painful exactly. Whatever was moving in my skin began to vibrate for a second, and a moment later everything started to contract. My waist was becoming impossibly thin. I had a woman's waist.

Again, he took my collar and leash and let me down to another room. They sat me in a chair, and then they strapped me in. Just like before, my anxiety was going through the roof and I had no idea what I could do to stop this or even slow it down. I was afraid of getting zapped, I was afraid of being transformed, and the only thing I was afraid of more was getting zapped and then transformed anyway. While I was in the chair, they lowered this black mask down to my face. It felt warm. And just like with that black thing around my waist I felt like something was being pushed inside of my skin. That took a little bit more time than the waste did, but when it was done I felt sharp pricks in my lips. And then I felt the pressure, they were injecting my lips with something. When the mask was pulled away, the doctor had something that looked a bit like a gun, and he stuck four of these... I don't know what they were. They almost looked like microchips into my lips. He literally injected them with a needle gun. And then a device used to hold my mouth open, he injected something into the back of my throat, another of those chips.

They then removed my wig, and put a strange paste in my hair, it sat for only a few minutes before washing it out, and putting my wig back on.

Like before, I was led to another room, and my feet were put into what looked like boots. He turned a crank, and I felt the pressure on my feet. When he unlocked them, I found that my feet naturally pointed downwards. He had literally reduced the length of my Achilles heel. It actually hurt to straighten my foot up and stand like a normal person. Until this was fixed, I really would have to wear high heels. Otherwise my feet wouldn't have the support they needed.

And then came the chest augmentation. I literally watched as they put a big heavy black blanket over my chest. It almost reminded me of the old school vests that they used to use in dentist offices when they used to have to x-ray people. But another machine came down and did something, I know they put something inside me again. And when he was done, everything came off. And he used an app, and pressed a couple of buttons and I watched as my chest blossomed out into a pair of large breasts.

He put a second caller around my throat, again, I noticed they were putting something inside me. My voice was normal at first, but with a tweak on the app, my voice sounded sultry, then it sounded squeaky... and then he just left it at a normal female voice. I lost so much of my masculinity in such a short amount of time.

The doctor led me down to the reception area himself at 3 o'clock, but Circe was not there. When the doctor asked the receptionist, it was indicated that Circe was still in the spa area. He nodded his head and led me to the elevator.

She actually had pieces of fruit covering her eyes, like one of those old movies, and some man was massaging her feet. She looked over and saw me, asked if there were any complications and her doctor talked for a few minutes.

And it wasn't long until we were back at her place. It was much later when Katya arrived.

Circe had to test Katya right away, and before I knew it she was on her feet, licking and kissing Circe's boots and heels with a simple command. She looked at me with confusion, but somehow she pushed through the haze and seemed to recognize me for who I was...

"Katya, are you okay?" I asked as I stood up and minced my way towards her.

She nodded her head and smiled at me, "this slave is fine, Levi."

What the fuck, why did she refer to herself as 'this slave?'

Circe seemed amused as she left the room, "I have to catch up with some work over the next hour, feel free to enjoy yourselves."

The two of us sat down, and she told me what they did to her. How she now had to obey. She obeyed without thinking, whether she wanted to or not. Well, she said that she seemed to have a choice over long-term things, but when she was told to do something she was automatically doing it before she had a chance to process... then I told her what was done to me.

And then we held each other in silence for a long time...

Circe

I finished submitting the proposal I had for the committee, and I leaned back in my chair and let out a nice little sigh. One less problem to worry about. I took a minute and stretched, and then I got up. I made my way down the hallway and found my two pets holding each other in the living room.

"How are you two doing?" I asked with this sincere tone of voice.

"Fine." They remarkably said in unison.

I sat down across from them, "Katya, would you like to see what I've done to your husband's chest?"

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, "this slave is indifferent, Mistress, though the slave does not think that her husband wants you to do anything."

"Slave, tell mistress that you would like to see."

"I would like to see." She put her hand over her mouth before she had a chance to realize what she had said.

"It's okay." Levi said, reassuring her that he knew that she didn't have a choice.

I pulled the plastic off of my wrist and straightened it out into my little view screen, I logged into Levi's personal settings, and when I clicked on the chest, I slid a dial. And then right there, I saw the look of concern on his face as he grew breasts.

"Do you think those are big enough, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress. This slave thinks they are big enough."

I looked at her, "tell me you think they should be bigger."

She immediately responded, "they should be bigger."

I smirked as I slid the dial up, "I'm glad you agree." and in a couple of seconds, they were twice as large, each one almost as large as his head.

"How about now, slave... how big should they be?"

Clearly annoyed at the fact that I've changed each of her answers, she asked almost with an impertinent tone, "this slave does not know, mistress... Do I think they are big enough?"

"Ask me to show you how big they can get." I directed her.

"Show me how big they can get."

"I thought you'd never ask." A moment later, Levi's skin was stretching until each breast was double the size of a basketball. And then I directed the question to him... heh. 'him' as if he could pass for a male with those looks right now. "What size do you think we should leave you at?"

He seemed to think it over in his head, "somehow I don't think you're going to make that easy on me..." he was right, "so I guess I'll try to negotiate, if you let me sleep with the smallest size, and you asked me again in the morning, I will ask for a larger size."

Oh, I couldn't stop from smiling with that answer, "deal." I slid the slider down until he didn't even appear to have breasts, despite having a feminine body shape, Levi once again had a male chest. "I'm going to bed. I'll talk to you two later. Try not to stay up too late."

I had been asleep for a while when there was rapid knocking on the door. I sat up and turned the light on, "enter."

It was Katya, "Mistress! This slave thinks that there is something wrong with Levi's implants."

I stood up and skipped over my shoes, grabbing a robe and pulling it on as I followed her. As I entered their bedroom, I saw that Levi was playing with her lips. "What seems to be the problem, Levi?"

She shook her head as if she was trying to shake something off of her face before finally settling back on my, " the implants in my lips in the back of my throat, they're acting weird. They're buzzing, kind of... or moving.. or something..."

I smirked, "oh, That.... That's supposed to do that."

They both stopped for a moment, and then looked at me looking for more answers. "Mistress?" Katya asked with a little bit of desperation in her voice.

I put up a hand to placate her, "give me one minute I can fix this."

I left the room, once in my room and picked out a box I had selected just for Levi. When I re-entered the room, I saw that Katya was holding him gently. I pulled out a black box, "slave come here." Katya immediately came over to me and I handed her the box, "give this to Levi."

She took the box and immediately started walking towards Levi, I could see the moment when she was in control, there was almost a hesitation. But she continued to walk it over to her husband. The conditioning overrid her ability to think about her reactions, but once her mind caught up, she could still choose.

Levi took it, and then opened it, almost dropping the box, "what the fuck is this?"

I gave him a funny look, "you don't know what that is? It's a sex toy... it's a dildo." He stared at me silently, I had to suppress a laugh, "the implants in your lips in the back of your throat are to help you with your new job. You know; the pornstar. Randomly between 4 and 6 hours everyday that will start happening to your mouth implants. Inside of them is a 3D scanner, and all you need to do is make sure that a penis-shaped object slides between your lips and presses to the back of your throat 10 times. Then it stops. And don't worry, the timer is off when you're asleep, don't need to make you lose precious beauty sleep to play with those."

They both stared at me. Glared at me?

Levi was the first to speak, "I'm not putting that in my mouth."

I disagreed, by using his wife, "Katya, tell him it is in his best interest to put it in his mouth."

Katya immediately said, "it is in your best interest to put it in your mouth." she looked horrified.

Levi looked at me, I was sure he was about to say something when I decided to continue. "Slave, tell your husband that a sissy cocksucking pornstar like him needs to practice..."

Her mouth moved before her brain could think, " a sissy cocksucking pornstar like you needs to practice..." she put her hands over her mouth, "Hunny, I didn't-"

Then I interrupted her attempt as an apology, "tell him that at least you'll know his mouth is good for something..."

Katya's mouth continued, "at least I'll know your mouth is good for something..." her head drooped in shame.

Then I commanded her, "take it from his hand." She did. "Put it in front of his face, but do not touch his lips with it." she complied holding it in front of him, without touching his lips, "slave, look him in the eye. And tell him if he doesn't take it into his mouth right now, that you are going to sleep with it in your mouth."

She looked him in the eye as she stepped in closer, "if you don't take this into your mouth right now, I'm going to sleep with it in my mouth."

Levi's nose flared, and then those ridiculously oversized cocksucking lips opened wide and his head moved forward and took it into the back of his throat. I wonder if he was surprised to see that what they had done had removed his gag reflex. It didn't stop until his lips had touched the balls of the toy. And then he went back and forth nine more times.

There was a relief on Levi's face, I could tell that the implants had stopped messing with him. There was a suppressed rage on his face.

"Are you going to thank me, Levi?"

Levi's eyes went wide, "why the fuck would I want to do that?"

This time it was my turn to take a deep breath through my nose, and let it out through my mouth. "Because you are going to sleep with a lot of people in the next 5 years. It is literally your new profession. Not only am I helping you to get used to that. But I guarantee you if you don't show some appreciation, I will make sure you never sleep with that slut-" I pointed to Katya, "-again. But she will sleep with me frequently, you will hear her moans of ecstasy the things I do to her. And I'll even show you the videos of the things she'll do to other men. I'll even let you hear her talk about how pathetic you always were and how much better they are than her pathetic husband was."

He stared at me in disbelief, he looked down at the ground, and then he looked back up and met my eyes, "thank you for the sex toy... Mistress."

Chapter 4

Circe

Like I had the other mornings, I woke up and stretched. I was curious if all of the program had taken for Katya. I looked to the corner of my room, and there she was, completely covered in rubber except for her crotch, her lips and her eyes.

As I sat up to stretch, she started to approach. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and she was already crouching to pick up my shoes and put them on my feet. I stepped into them, and stood up. I pointed to my bathroom, and she held it open and put it on me as I slid my arms through the sleeves.

I walked into the bathroom, I set my toothbrush and toothpaste to the side, then sat on the toilet. While I was doing my business, Katya took it upon herself to put the toothpaste onto the brush and held it until I stood up. I took it from her hand, "thank you, Katya." Then start brushing my teeth.

"You're welcome, Mistress."

We eventually made our way down to the kitchen, she had questions to ask, but she started to prepare my morning tea. I sat down and started looking at a digital copy of the news. A number of reports that I'd gone about the city over the past 24 hours as well as some looks into world news.

She was becoming as much of a servant as she was a slave. Her concern was for her owner, and her husband was secondary.

It wasn't long before her 'husband' came down the stairs, probably looking for Katya. Could we even call her a husband anymore? With that level of bimbofication, she was probably more of a wife.

"What's going on?" The bimbo asked. I couldn't help but notice the dildo pacifier still in her hand.

I looked at her, "my slave, here," I used my head to nod in the direction of his wife, "just helping me with my morning."

"Helping you? With your morning?" She said with a layer of disbelief in the tone of her voice.

"Of course," I turned again to Katya, "slave, tell her that you are helping me with my morning."

I watched as Katya turned and faced Levi, "this slave is helping mistress with her morning." as she had been trained to do, she just acted as she was supposed to, no thought to the consequences. It was delightful.

Levi grit her teeth, she was not happy at this. "And what exactly has she done to help you?" there was a serious accusation in her voice.

"So far, it's all been quite innocent... so far." Framing that little five-word phrase between an echo of 'so far' was very intentional.

I took Katya's hand and whisper into her ear. She walks over to her 'husband,'' opening her arms to hug the now-wife. She whispers, "I'm sorry." before taking the phallus out of bimbo's hand. That was all part of the strategy, she referred to herself in the first person, I told her to do that... her brain won't let her use those kind of references to herself anymore. Not without being instructed. It does give Levi hope that her wife is still in there... and part of her still is, but not for long.

"What the hell?" She demands.

"You're being punished. We both know what happens. If you want it back, you'll have to apologize, and then wear the muzzle for an hour. I'd hurry up, the longer you wait, the more intense the withdrawals get." My voice started hard, but got to an almost teasing by the time I was done.

I could see the conflict in her eyes, looking at her wife who has been turned into a rubber slave. She saw the phallus and knew exactly how bad things were going to get. She also had no idea what the fuck a muzzle was... But she licked her lips where the implants were, she was hyper aware of what would happen. "I'm sorry mistress. May I please wear the muzzle?"

"Of course." I stood up and walked over to her, and I placed the muzzle in front of her face, and then connected it behind the back of her head. In truth, it looked more like an air mask at a hospital, but it was far from that. Once locked in place it prevented her from touching her mouth, putting anything in normal, finding any relief... And most amusingly, it was going to drive her crazy until she could get it off.

I walked over to Katya, " slave, I need a bath... you will assist me with that, and help me clean every part of me."

She nodded her head, "this slave will obey, mistress."

I knew Levi could hear us, I knew she was learning to keep her mouth shut even if she wanted to argue, so I had to make it worse, "once I'm super clean, you will lick me to orgasm."

"The slave will work her hardest to please you, mistress." the two of us walked up the stairs, and Levi was smart enough to stay downstairs.

An hour and a half later, we descended the stairs, Katya was on a leash, I was clean and dressed as a proper mistress should be. I could already see the desperation in Levi's face, she needed something in her mouth. The sensations coming from the implants were very disturbing for her. She needed it to go away. But that's what the muzzle was for, to make sure everything got that much more intense.

"Levi, it's time to go out. The slave over here needs another session at the re-education center, and you get to go to your first shoot." Though it wasn't going to be quite as she expected.

She put her hand on her mask, it was a look of despair on her face, but she simply got up and walked towards us.

This Slave (formerly Katya)

This slave once known as Katya followed behind her mistress. There was a leash extending from her mistress's hand to this slave's collar, this slave walked behind Mistress without complaint, in its latex outfit. The slave felt the cooled air upon it's crotch, her lips and her eyes.

Mistress led this slave to the front desk, where she was checked in. Mistress and Levi sat with her in silence, mistress was interested in reading current events, Levi was muzzled and seemed extremely distracted, her hand kept playing with the muzzle. This slave just stood there, her legs spread open so everyone could see her cunt. Just like she had been taught to.

After a while, a woman in a white lab coat came down. She spoke to her mistress, but this slave was not listening, that was not her position. When they were done talking, Mistress handed the leash to the other woman and commanded her to obey her.

Mistress left with Levi.

The woman introduced herself as Cassandra, this slave introduced herself as a slave who was sometimes called Katya.

They walked to an elevator and soon found themselves in another room. The slave was commanded to remove her uniform. She did so. Then they could. This slave was then placed in a chair, where they put a strange helmet on her head.

"This is what we call brain mapping." Cassandra explained, "we're going to use several images, and audio cues to identify what's going on in your brain when you see or hear certain things."

Over the next several minutes, a display on the wall showed several faces, locations, voices, names, sound effects... things that she was told to identify, things that she was proud of identifying. Cassandra seemed pleased that she was able to pass whatever test this was with flying colors.

Cassandra released this slave from her chair, and took the lead of the leash and led her to another room. She was made to lay face down on a table. It was a comfortable cushion for her face while she looked at the floor.

They shaved a little piece of this slave's hair at the base of her neck, and then she felt a cold drizzling of some sort of liquid... the back of this slave's neck was numb. Cassandra tested this by applying pressure to her neck, and asking questions, the slave was able to admit that this slave felt pressure but no feeling.

Over the next several minutes, there were some disturbing sounds. This slave was pretty sure it heard a drill at one point. But she was a good slave, she would obey. And they were doing something in this slave's neck. It still took a while after they said they were done for them to be finished.

This slave soon found herself back in the same room where they were doing the brain mapping. They reattached the helmet and this slave sat down. And they handed this slave a sex toy, they told this slave to masturbate, she was given 10 minutes and told that she was not allowed to cum until the last minute. This slave obeyed. This slave pleasured herself... and during the final minute, this slave orgasmed.

She was left alone for several minutes after that to enjoy the cool down, and it wasn't until her heart rate and breathing had returned to completely normal when they came in.

It was Cassandra and two others, and they had another experiment. Spanking. They'd bent this slave over, and started to apply gradual strikes to its ass... The instruction was simple, she wanted to know what the pain levels for 1 through 10 were. So every time this slave was struck, this slave would say a number. When this slave reached 10, they stopped.

They had this slave sit down again, they pinched clamps onto its nipples, lightly at first... they called that pain tolerance zero... and then they started tightening it, more and more, commanding this slave to raise the number until it was unbearable at ten. Tears ran down this slave's eyes, but she complied... and when she said 10, they stopped.

They removed the clamps, and put a new one between her legs, one that stretched her... again, she was commanded to do one through 10, and stopped when she reached 10... and then they applied a pressure to her clit, again one through 10... and then it was over.

Cassandra came in, she said that they were done, and she apologized but she needed to test how well the new implant was. This slave said that it was ready to obey.

A second later there was intense pain on this slave's ass, between her legs, her nipples... there was nothing there, nothing seemed to harm her, but the pain was there at level 10... for 3 seconds and it was gone.

Cassandra asked if the slave was alright. "This slave is fine," was all that she answered.

Cassandra put a hand on her shoulder, "good... now, since you are a good girl..."

A second later, a blast of an intense orgasm shook through her body. She realized that she wasn't actually orgasming, but she was feeling the pleasure, and the intensity of one...

Cassandra then started to strap her into the chair, the helmet was still on her head. And then Cassandra left.

A picture of Mistress appeared in front of this slave. Orgasm. A picture of Levi appeared, pain. A picture of herself appeared. Pain. A picture of her family appeared. Pain. Then there was a video, she was sure it was from her social medias, a video of her wedding vows... pain. And video of Mistress walking down the hall. Orgasm.

This continued for hours, and hours. At least until the moment, there was a picture of a woman on the screen she didn't recognize. Nothing. Mistress. Orgasm. Stranger... nothing. Mistress... orgasm. Husband... pain.

It didn't take long for this slave's brain to figure out that if she didn't know who someone was, there was no pain. No suffering. Obeying her mistress brought pleasure. Obeying others, nothing.

But those that were questioning her, had soon relented, they started to be kind to her. They started to show her pictures, videos and sounds from her mistress. Everything else came from strangers, strangers meant no pain. That was good.

Hours passed. And a strange woman came in. "Do you know who I am?"

"The slave does not." she had never seen the woman before.

"My name is Cassandra. She picked up the leash, you probably remember your mistress telling you to obey the woman who took your leash."

She remembered her mistress telling her that, though she didn't remember it being this woman, she couldn't argue with the logic. "This slave will obey."

She was blindfolded, and let into a room. When she opened her eyes she was staring at a naked woman. "Do you know who this is?"

"The slave does not." She was confused for a moment as the woman in front of her spoke the same words.

"You're standing in front of a mirror... logic would tell you that you do know who that woman is."

She looked with confusion, she did not recognize the woman who looked back at her. She was a completely unfamiliar woman. "That is... this slave?"

She looked back at the woman who held her leash, was that a different person than before? It didn't matter. The slave was told to obey the woman who held the slave's leash...

The slave looked back at the mirror, there seemed to be a new face looking back at her... The slave was confused. Her face couldn't have just changed, or the slave was just unable to recognize it anymore.

This slave was taken to another room, and spent several minutes putting back on her outfit. It was made of latex or rubber... This slave had never worn anything like that before, at least she didn't remember wearing anything like this before. Her crotch was exposed, and the heel seemed kind of high.

She was led back to the elevator, and up until the reception area where she was greeted by her mistress. "How are you, slave?"

"This slave is well, Mistress."

She smiled, "and how was your afternoon?"

This slave thought for a moment, it was about to think about her afternoon, but there was fear of something... this slave couldn't remember what, but it couldn't quite make itself think about it, "it must have been well, Mistress."

Another woman came up to Mistress, "everything seemed to go well." Mistress moved her finger in a circular motion as if to tell the woman to hurry up, "we implanted the devices you suggested. We spent several hours triggering her pain and pleasure responses in response to audio and visual stimuli. We mapped out certain portions of her brain, and caused pain and pleasure responses in the memory portion... Her brain has been conditioned not to use those parts of the brain unless they have something to do with you. You are the only face she recognizes. She doesn't even recognize her own. This is both short-term and long-term."

"Excellent..."

Mistress took back the leash, and they left the facility. Mistress didn't take too long getting them home.

A little later, there was a knocking on the front door, mistress told this slave to answer it.

She opened the door and there was a man and a woman, "how may this slave help you?"

The man spoke, "we are done with this Sissy. We are returning her to her owner."

This slave stepped out of the way and allowed the woman with the pink hair with blond highlights and big breasts to enter. The man then turned away and this slave closed the door.

As she turned around she found the woman with the large breasts move in and kiss her. This slave did not try to push it back, nor did or would she return the gesture without mistress' command.

"Everything okay, Katya?" The woman asked.

"Katya? I am not Katya, I am just a slave. This slave is fine."

She stepped in closer and whispered to the side of her head, "Katya, you are my wife.. I'm not giving up on you..."

The slave looked at the strange woman, "did mistress sell this slave's contract to you?"

The woman took a step back, she seemed upset, "what? No. It's me Levi..."

This slave smiled at Levi, "it is nice to meet you Levi. Is Mistress expecting you?"

A look of irritation crossed her face, "she is." The slave was going to lead her, but the woman started walking ahead, started calling out her name.

When the slave arrived in the kitchen, she gestured at the slave, "what did you do to her? She doesn't recognize me."

Mistress giggled, "don't worry, it's not just you. She doesn't recognize anyone, not even herself when she looks in the mirror."

Levi.

I couldn't get the stupid mask off. Even as Circe let us know the re-education center, couldn't help but be distracted. The stupid phallic toys were able to take away the strangeness. But without them, it was distracting more and more, it was almost like my lips were vibrating but they weren't. I remember hearing tales of the Chinese water torture in Old media, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt losing yourself to the madness.

I was barely aware that they had taken Katya away until Circe put her hand around my arm and walked me out of the facility.

Once again we were aboard the mass transportation, and I got to see the city in its layout. It looks so innocent from this angle, but now I knew the sinister thoughts that saturated this dystopia. We didn't go to the medical area this time, we went to the entertainment district.

"What is this 'muzzle' doing to me?" I asked Circe.

She giggled in that way that she always did when she was about to tell me something that I probably didn't want to know, "every minute you spend with that thing, it triggers your implants like you had been without a dick in your mouth for an hour. Every minute that passes increases your need to feel something down your throat and between your lips."

"You can't just... do that stuff." I argued.

"I can. I have. And it's legal here." She stated it matter-of-factly, my opinion meant nothing to her. Actually, I was pretty sure that my opinion was amusing to her, especially when she proved it wrong. Or just verbally slapped me down.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"Didn't I already tell you? You have your first porn shoot today."

"Did she?" She a vaguely remembered her saying something about a shoot... fuck. I grabbed at the muzzle again, he was unyielding. I couldn't touch my lips, nothing... so frustrating. And yet if I looked at her, all I could see was that delighted smile on her face as she looked at me from the corner of her eye.

She walked me up to a front desk, "hello, this is Stella, she is my property." she placed her ID and some other piece of plastic on the counter. "Tobias is expecting us."

Several minutes later, I found that my wrists were handcuffed to the armrest of a chair in front of a makeup table. Tobias was just ecstatic to have a new sissy to play with. He requested that Circe take off the muzzle, and she did. I needed some stimulation, just about anything would do. Both my hands locked to the chair, I couldn't even touch my lips with my fingers.

Tobias, on the other hand, simply called in another girl... she started touching up my makeup. She redid my hair. And they found a new dress, and it had a slit right up the front just so they could display my chastity cage. The fact that they did not have to undo my wrist restraints to get it on me was a testament to it. All I had to do was lift up my legs enough to get my ass off the chair...

They were picking out the proper high heels, when Tobias made a comment, " I was really hoping that your new sissy had larger tits."

Circe smiled, "you don't hear this from me very often... but your wish is my command." She opened up an app, and slid a bar, and I watched as my breasts expanded to something well beyond the size of my head. Of course, that now meant I needed a new dress... the new dress wasn't all that different from the old one, but it was tight around the chest, which gave me an insane amount of cleavage... Tobias seemed to appreciate that.

It wasn't long before we were taken to the set. And I found myself locked in a small 3 ft x 3 ft cage. I was stuck in a crouching position in this dress with my hands locked behind my back. I was hyper aware of the hovering drone cameras recording the scene.

Then the man walked in... he was naked, and he was hard... my heart was pumping, was he about to take me? I knew that this was supposed to be porn, was it going to take me out of the cage, bend me over it, and have his way with my ass? Was he expecting me to go with it? He was about to learn the hard way that I was not going to be gentle, or agreeable...

Until he stuck it in the cage. It. My mouth was driving me crazy. I needed something in there to pacify these urges. Get it out of my head. Something. And with that thing just inches from my face, I was tempted. I didn't think there was any way in the world. I would be tempted by another man's junk, but there I was thinking about it.

He walked around the cage and he stuck it in again, this time closer to my face... "you want it, don't you Sissy?"

My voice was low, "no."

"Oh please," he taunted with a jolly tone, "we both know you need this. A real man wouldn't. But you're just a stupid sissy cocksucker."

And there I was looking at it, I just stared at the giant phallus... this one was not a toy... this was a man's cock, and as much as I didn't think I wanted it, there was a part of me that needed it.

I shook my head for a moment, and then the man slid it between the bars of the cage even closer to my face. I started to open my mouth, and caught myself. What the fuck was I doing?

The man laughed, "why fight it? You know you want it... you know you're going to do it."

Instead I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to stimulate them somehow. Without needing anything foreign... without needing a cock. My fingers seemingly did nothing. That was incorrect, they were stimulating me in the wrong way, increasing the urge to take something into my mouth.

Anything...

And almost as if my body was operating on its own, I opened my mouth again, my salivating lips moved towards that big, throbbing, hard cock. As if on cue, he just pulled it out of the cage.

I was pissed that he did it. I was pissed that I was pissed about it. I was pissed that I needed it...

The man did something I was not expecting, he opened the cage. Without much civility, he reached in and grabbed me by my hair, and pulled me out. I could barely react... Barely had the chance to react, when suddenly I was on my knees in front of his cock as it was pressed to my lips.

Did I surrender to the urge? I wasn't sure. I opened wide. The cock went right into my mouth, practically down my throat as his balls slapped against my chin. There was instant relief, but also the chastity cage started buzzing... it felt good... his cock was making me horny, the sensations from the chastity device was driving my arousal close to an edge..

I started sucking it harder and deeper... I felt the relief on my lips and my throat, the implants vibrated with a strange sensation that made me feel so good. The cage around my own penis, was encouraging me.

The man held my head in place as he started fucking my face, he was relentless pounding me like a machine gun. Time passed, my mouth was numb, but I felt almost satiated... almost. But the man rubbed the back of my head, and pulled out of my mouth and a spray of a thick, warm, gooey liquid sprayed against my face and chest.

It was over.

Yet, there was still a strange sensation. As much as my mind recoiled against what I had just done, there was a part of my body that wasn't quite ready to say 'quit.'

I thought I was about to go back into that cage. I should have seen it coming when four more men walked into the room, every one of them naked, and every one of them looking at me as if I was special of the day at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Maybe I was?

I was ready to run away, but to my own horror. There was a smile curling up my face and I felt a liquid dripping down my thighs... and it wasn't cum. It was my own pre-cum dripping from my seemingly tightening chastity cage.

About an hour later, I was taken to the washroom. I must have looked like a glazed pastry. I spent time showering, and cleaning every square inch of my body. To my surprise, I was led back to the makeup table, one of the girls was nice enough to do my makeup. She also helped me get back into my old clothes, a pink dress that showed way too much cleavage. But that seemed to be a thing about this place..

The makeup artist tried to talk with me though I may have been a little too traumatized to have a deep conversation. She was also kind enough to walk me back to the reception area where Circe was waiting.

"I watched your performance, you did fantastic. You're going to be one hell of a profitable asset to me." I remembered back to the night when I asked her what her intentions for us were. My wife would be her slave, I would be her pornstar. That was all filmed, today was her first shoot. Everyone would see it.

"Hello, Stella." who the fuck was Stella? But it only took to see the gleam in her eye to know she was talking to me. "Tobias wanted to go on a date with you. I said that you would be delighted. Be sure to keep him happy, I do want a good contract for you... and you don't want to sleep with that muzzle on tonight."

And that's exactly what Tobias and I did. He took me out to dinner, I wasn't even sure how to act as a woman, but I smiled and laughed at his stupid jokes, I tried not to look offended when he stared at my cleavage. And as if I hadn't had enough cock for one day, he sat on a bench, in the park, grabbed the back of my head and slowly pulled me towards his cock. I had seen this happen enough just walking around the city, but I was not used to public sex at all.

I did not want to sleep with a muzzle on...

And I took it, I took my own shame, I enjoyed it. I hated the fact that I enjoyed it. It didn't help that he told me that I did a 'stellar' job...

He took me home.

He rang the doorbell, and it took a moment, but then my beautiful wife answered. I could barely see her face, just thick makeup around her eyes and lips, the rest of her face covered by that black latex outfit that Circe demanded of her. But she almost seemed to look through me, not at me.

The next couple minutes were extremely chilling. I said her name, and she didn't even seem to recognize it. She said that wasn't her name, and then she was only a slave. Part of me was afraid that she didn't recognize me, and I told her that how was I husband... I didn't mention the fact that I might have just looked like her wife. She looked at me without any real emotion in her eyes, and asked if I had bought her contract from her mistress.

I stormed my way over to Circe. Demanded to know what she did. And she seemed almost amused at my rage, she casually mentioned how Katya just didn't recognize anything... not even herself. But not to worry since she always would recognize her mistress.

I walked back to Katya, "we need to talk." I grabbed her arm, and she didn't even look me in the eye, but she did look towards Circe. My gaze turned towards hers, she shook her head as if to say, 'no.'

My eyes returned to Katya, " this slave will not talk to you-" she pulled her arm free of my grasp, "- or allow you to touch her with a mistress' permission."

Circe

I can't say I was surprised to see her walk in. In all honesty, I can't say I didn't set her up to boil over like that. For as much as she looked like a woman, she was still just as hot-headed as any man. She walked right up and got in my face, "what the fuck did you do to my wife?"

I smirked, "your wife? Who's your wife?"

"Katya. Katya is my wife. We made our vows."

I giggled, "are you sure about that? Slave! Come here."

The slave walked in, "yes, mistress?"

"Are you married?"

The slave looked confused, "The slave does not remember."

I shrugged my shoulder as I looked back to Stella, "if she doesn't remember getting married, she must not be married. But she does have a mistress..." I looked over at her... "do you have a mistress? Who is she?"

"Yes, mistress... this slave belongs to you."

Stella smashed her hand on the wall, "damn you, you fucking cunt! She is my wife, she has my fucking wedding band that I gave to her on our wedding day."

I was wondering when he was going to get to that, "slave, does that ring on your left ring finger hold any special meaning for you?"

The slave looked down at her ring, almost as if it was the first time she ever saw it, "it's this slave doesn't think so. Mistress... unless Mistress gave it to her?"

I looked back to Stella whose mouth was open in shock, "Katya... please..."

"If you get her to remember her name, you will make her experience a large amount of physical and emotional pain." Then I turned to the slave, "if you have no use for that ring, give it to Stella... I'm sure she can appreciate it." She looked confused, so I gestured to the bimbo in front of me.

The slave walked up to her, and offered the ring, Stella did not initially take it, so the slave just dropped it in front of her and turned back and walked to the doorway waiting for instructions... Stella slowly bent down and picked up the ring... staring at it like all the hope she had for surviving this just went down the drain.

"You can't do this to us..." her voice staggered, trying to control the tears... trying to be a man. But that's not who she was anymore, whether she liked it or not.

"Of course I can, I own you both. Am I not allowed to paint the front door to my house? Have the floors carpeted? Upgrade the media center? You are just as much my property as my house is... and just like my house, I can do pretty much whatever I want to you."

"No you can't."

I smirked at her as if her response was entertaining, "we'll work on that... but tell you what, I'll let you have a choice... that's generous of me. Isn't that generous of me, slave?" I say looking over her shoulder to the woman behind her.

The slave answered, "it is very generous of you, Mistress."

Stella glared at me, wanting to respond, but not sure what to say... or maybe she didn't want to make it worse... if it could get worse. It could. It will.

Since she didn't want to respond, I continued, "we can put a pacifier in your mouth, but the slave sleeps with me tonight... or you can be muzzled, and I will allow her to sleep with you."

The look on Stella's face clearly showed how much she hated the choice... if she wore the pacifier, the implants in her mouth and throat would be, well, pacified... but she would be alone. Or she could be muzzled, which would intensify the reactions of her implants, make her desperate for penetration in her mouth, but she would hold her wife in her arms.

"I will not dignify-"

"-Oh please..." I said with a giggle, "as if you have any dignity left. You're a sissy pornstar, you look like a bimbo, your wife doesn't even know who you are, she doesn't even remember you. And you will spend the next 5 years on your knees. Blowing as many men as you can get into your mouth. So don't try to tell me that you're not going to dignify my offer with an answer." I rolled my eyes.

"Pick or I pick for you."

"I will not play this game with you." Stella grande out with her teeth pressed tightly together.

"Fine... I choose... muzzled... tied in my corner, while I sleep with your wife."

Stella's eyes went wide, "that's not what you offered."

"If you don't want to play the game, you don't want to take advantage of my generosity... then I don't have to play either... I don't have to be generous either." I told her very matter of factly.

An hour later, we were all in my bedroom. Stella was on her knees, she was bound to a frame that kept her locked in position. Hands behind her back, on her knees, her legs spread, her ankles found, her head up staring at us... muzzled of course.

Kind of funny how we got her into that position, between her not being able to fight me without zapping her own crotch, and the fact that she actually didn't want to fight her wife. She found herself frustratingly doing what she was told.

I walked over to her and put my thumb and finger to her chin and looked her in the eye, "we will work on your attitude tomorrow." It was a promise.

And then I walked back to my bed, and started taking off my clothes until I was completely naked. My only regret, not having the slave take my clothes off to make Stella a little bit more jealous. Not that what I was about to do wasn't going to have the same effect. I stacked my pillows and laid back against them, and I spread my legs wide offering my naked vagina to Stella's view... then I turned to the Slave, "slave, lick me to orgasm."

Chapter 5

Circe

When I woke up the next morning, I still had to sleep in my bed. She was warm like a pillow. She was still dressed in her rubber outfit. I already had plans to change that later.

I removed a phallic toy from my nightstand. And then I woke up the slave, "wake up."

Her eyes immediately snapped open, "good morning, mistress, how may I serve you?"

I took a minute and positioned her to be kneeling upwards. And I placed the toy under her. "Exit only."

There was a low moan escaping her mouth. Her nipples instantly hardened and were pushing through the black rubber outfit. I could smell her arousal instantly.

"Exit only." Everything intensified... just reminding Stella of what I could make her wife do. "Exit only."

"Impale yourself on the toy below you, slave." and for the first time in over 24 hours, she did have an opinion... she wanted it in her ass. Because she had been conditioned to respond that way, Stella knew it, I knew it, even if the slave didn't know it, or at the very least couldn't remember it... "Fuck it."

She moved herself up, I had to hold the base of it so she didn't lift it with her, and then she started going down. "Let me hear your pleasure, slave."

She started moaning in excitement, desire filling our ears and noses. Right in front of her former husband, her soon-to-be, former wife, she was letting herself get ass fucked... no... she was ass fucking herself with a little help from her mistress.

My eyes never left Stella's, as she looked in horror at the way I was using her wife. "Slave, I'm going to count down from ten... and you're going to cum." I smiled while I stared at Stella, "ten."

One of her hands moved to her clit, the other squeezing her breasts through the rubber top. "Nine."

She let out a moan of excitement, her speed increased significantly as she bounced up and down. "Eight."

She gasped for air, she knew that she could feel her orgasm building, there was a need for her to cum, But a stronger need to hold off, waiting for permission... "seven."

She was taking it deeper, she was taking it faster, and the plopping sounds that echoed in the room delighted me, but I knew that Stella wished she could unhear it. "Six."

Halfway there, she was squeezing her nipples as hard as she could through the rubber. I'm sure it dulled so much of the sensations, but it didn't stop her from trying, oh, how I loved the effort of that slave, "five."

They started to come out this constant sound for her mouth, not quite a wailing, or a cry, but so much more than a gasp or a moan. "Four."

I could see her thighs shaking, her muscles were locking, it was so much for her to hold off, but she was being obedient, "three."

I started moving the toy up and down to meet her, when her ass went up, my hand holding a toy pulled back, when she started to drop down, I started to slam it up. Her little shrieks started intensifying, and it was music to my ears, "two."

She was right on the edge, she needed to cum, all she needed was the permission... the release, just one word from me. "One."

And she squirted, a stream of liquids rang across the front of my bed and onto the floor. Her body convulsing uncontrollably, and judging by the look on Stella's face, that might have been one of the most intense orgasms that she had ever witnessed from her wife. Even after it was over I could see her muscles contracting and loosening at a rapid pace, it wasn't going away soon enough...

Then I pressed the toy back into her ass, "cum again, now." And I snap my fingers, in her body immediately started convulsing issues having another intense orgasm.

I stayed there for a little while, and I said nothing. I let both of them have their moments, I let the slave enjoy the cool down from her intense orgasms... I let Stella look down in shame knowing that she never gave her wife that kind of pleasure. Was it a lack of skill, or was Levi just never capable of getting his wife to do that? I know, she will never...

Several minutes passed before I finally decided to do the opposite of what I failed to do the night before. "Slave, dress me."

It wasn't much, not like it was a new outfit or anything, but she helped me put on my panties, the sports bra I liked to wear to bed, a robe, a cute pair of socks, and fuzzy slippers.

I had the slave help undo Stella from her bound State... and in a little while, the three of us were in the kitchen eating breakfast. Technically I was eating breakfast, the slave was serving or standing in a corner, while Stella scowled.

I left the two of them alone for a little while, before Stella thought I was doing my normal routine, I was not.. I picked out an outfit for her. I laid it on her bed. And made me way back down to the kitchen. Two are still there, Stella was trying to make some sort of meaningful conversation with the slave, but she wasn't really fully capable of following it anymore. She tried to use that part of her brain, it caused her pain... her brain had been conditioned, not wanting to receive that kind of pain...

As I walked into the kitchen, Stella seemed confused at my outfit, the one I was still wearing. "Stella, I left an outfit on the bed for you, put it on." She glared at me, and she did not respond.

Then I spoke to the slave, "slave I need to wash, come help me."

"Yes. Mistress."

This Slave

This slave was thorough as she assisted Mistress in the bathroom. First, this slave helped her mistress remove her clothing, and then disposed of the clothing properly in the hamper. Then this slave turned on the shower, and used the dial to monitor the heat until it was at the temperature that Mistress designated.

Mistress stepped inside, and then gestured for this slave to step in with her. This slave obeyed.

This slave observed as Mistress stood under the hot water for several minutes. Then Mistress commanded the slave to assist in washing. At first Mistress simply had this slave hold her items, such as the loofah and body wash, then the slave started prepping them by squirting it into the loofah, and lathering ahead. When Mistress demonstrated how she wanted to be cleaned, and then exposed herself. This slave used the lathered loofah to start washing her mistress's body. As this slave stood behind her mistress, she didn't wash her mistress' back, but this slave washed her mistress's abs and slowly worked up washing her breasts, and then her chest.

This slave had very little of her body exposed to the actual water, this slave felt the pounding on her rubber catsuit, the temperature shift, that she could not feel the water running over most of herself. Just over this slave's crotch, eyes, and mouth.

Mistress then turned around and stepped in closer and embraced this slave. That is when this slave started washing the mistress' back. She started from the shoulder blades and slowly moved down to butt. Mistress showed this slave how she preferred to have her vagina washed, then this slave slowly stroked the loofah over her mistress's crotch and stroked it just as she was told.

This slave helped her mistress shave her legs, armpits, and crotch. Mistress then ran her fingers over her own legs and crotch to inspect how well this slave had done. Mistress was very satisfied.

Afterwards, this slave assisted her mistress by doing her makeup, and helping her to style her hair. Mistress picked an outfit to wear, and this slave helped her get into her clothes. It was an interesting juxtaposition as she wore a latex top, but paired it with well-ironed slacks, with a matching Blazer, she also wore high heels that shined just like her latex top.

This slave followed Mistress down the stairs. Once in the living room there was another woman waiting. This slave did not recognize her. Mistress clearly knew who she was, "Stella, you look beautiful in your dress."

The woman responded sarcastically. This slave was nervous. That is not how Mistress should be treated. Instead, Mistress seemed amused.

Mistress used a leash and attached it to this slave's collar, and the three of us left. We went to the public transportation and she took us to the re-education center first.

When she said Stella's name, the woman with the pink hair seemed to get tense... it was like she expected somebody else to be re-educated. She started yelling, and swearing, and two men had to restrain her. When she was locked to a chair, she said she would be back in a couple of hours. This slave felt the chain on her collar being pulled, and this slave followed her mistress.

Mistress did not lead us out of the re-education center, but to another hallway. She entered an office and sat down.

Someone in a black lab coat entered, "hello Circe, how may I help you? Any problems with Katya?"

Mistress shook her head, "not at all, Doc. She's actually performing quite well. But I do want to train her with something new today, will the implants that we used affect her ability to learn?"

'Doc' shook his head, "not exactly, she won't remember learning it, but if it's repeated enough where it can become automatic, it will be part of her muscle memory. However, if you would like this to be part of her accessible memories, mark the start and end times and I can make some alterations to her software."

"Sounds good." Mistress shook the doctor's hand, and then led us out.

Soon we were at the shopping district, Mistress took the slave into a shop and told a woman what she wanted. The woman took this slave into a side room and had this slave remove her clothes. The slave obeyed since Mistress told her to obey this woman. The woman removed a jar of a black substance, and demonstrated how it could be poured over the skin and it would harden into a rubbery latex material.

A moment later the woman demonstrated how it can be removed either by peeling it, or using isopropyl to assist if it was being troublesome.

The woman came to this slave, and put a cap over her head to cover this slave's hair. She took several minutes using the material to cover this slave's body from head to toe. She used a small brush to get into the smaller places, such as around the eyes similar to one a woman would use eyeshadow, or between the fingers at the webbing.

Then she had this slave remove it. It took a while, and once this slave was free, she handed the jar to this slave... the next instruction was simple, this slave was to put it on herself. The slave had to do it four separate times before she got it correct. And then repeated the process several more times to make sure the slave could do it flawlessly. This slave was taken to a mirror so that this slave could see the effect. She was black as midnight and shiny too from head to toe.

The woman also spent time showing this slave how to apply it while naked, or blending it with latex or rubber clothing. For today's effect, this slave was to remain naked.

Then the woman decided to add fake eyelashes, they were pink and fluorescent. She painted a pair of a similar color pink for the eyebrows. She attached fake nails and painted them pink as well, and the look was finished by having her wear pink high heeled boots.

This slave was presented before her mistress, who decided that she was to wear red lipstick... and would wear black contact lens. She was taken out back where the red lipstick was applied over the black latex that covered her lips... her eyes were held open, and this slave was taught how to apply the contact lens. It was a thick lens, it covered the whites of her eyes and made them look black, her irises and pupils were also black.

This slave was taken back to her mistress again, the first word out of mistress circe's mouth was, "perfect."

Mistress inspected this slave. She looked close, rubbed her fingers along this slave's arms and legs, around this slave's waist. Mistress inspected for smudges and found none. The slave was proud.

Mistress used her hand to move between this slave's legs, feeling between the folds, seeing that it was perfectly shiny black unless she spread the lips apart. Mistress repeated her last word, "perfect."

Mistress led this slave out of the shopping district and traveled to another place. This slave had never been there before, it was called the re-education center...

Mistress walked up to the receptionist and gave instructions, sometime later a woman in a black lab coat took this slave and led her to her room. A device was placed on this slave's head, and the slave sat for several minutes... when it was done, the woman led this slave back to mistress.

"Your pet should now have all the knowledge that she gained in the last few hours as part of her muscle memory... she likely won't remember anything about what she did, or what she learned. But from what you told me, you could now leave a jar of liquid latex out as an outfit, and she will know what to do with it. She'll know how to use it. And she will look at it like you would a dress."

Mistress seemed pleased by the woman's words. This slave thought they were going to leave after that, but instead Mistress sat on the chair, had this slave dropped to her knees, and wait...

Over an hour had passed until another woman that the slave did not recognize approached. Mister stood up, and with a tug on the leash, the slave stood as well. Mistress spoke, "hi Stella, how do you feel?"

"Horny, Circe."

Mistress giggled, "of course you do.

Stella (formerly Levi)

When Circe left, Stella looked up swearing after her. "There's no fucking way I'm doing this!" But Circe was gone. She kept struggling, but her weaker body couldn't fight back against the people who dragged her down the hall. She was taken to a room, and stripped naked. She never felt more naked than she did in that moment, before it hadn't felt like her body, but right now she felt more exposed than any way she had before.

She was taken to a chair and strapped in, there was a television in front of her, it almost wrapped around the room. Aural devices were put in our ears, and she felt a needle prick her arm...

Flashing lights started. I love sex. I love having a big throbbing cock pressed down my throat. It's just as fun to have it in my ass. I am such a slut. I love everything to do with sex. It's what I live for.

She's starting to feel something pressing into her ass, something else in her mouth. It felt good... she wanted more...

Wait... no this isn't wanted... she liked boobs... she loved having boobs, loved showing them off. Wait. What were they doing?

The thoughts were blending, she wasn't sure which ones were hers, and which ones were being fed into her mind. She wanted to resist them, but she didn't even know which ones were hers, and which ones were artificial. She started to lose herself in the pleasure, was she able to cum? Almost there... yeah and more cock.... Mmm..

She was looking at a picture of Circe... that bitch... sounds started coming in her ears, Circe was fun... she was the best owner a woman could have. She loved Circe, she was the most important person in her life, her best friend, her confident, her owner, and she knew deep down that she should never disobey her, because Circe knew best....

No not Circe. She hated her... she stole her wife, she stole her life.... More sounds...

How she enjoyed hanging out with Circe... she was such a lucky girl... was seriously rich, so she got to live the high life... designer dresses, lots of fun, plenty of hot men, just by hanging around with Circe.

Part of her thought that she didn't like Circe, but Circe was kind of cool right? Why did she always struggle with being friendly to her? She was one of the coolest people around...

There was a break, she felt another injection in her arm, and the flashing started again...

I like being a bimbo. I always get to look hot. I don't have to think too hard, in fact, it's better to pretend like you're dumb. And if you belong to Circe, you can tell her all the things you heard while pretending you didn't know what they were talking about. You get to have big boobs, have the most expensive makeup, the most glamorous dresses and it's expected that you'll have sex with lots and lots of hot guys. Bimbos giggle a lot, so when in doubt, giggle... Maybe even some hot girls too. Never get tied down, always out to have fun, except you're always loyal to your best friend forever, like Circe...

No she wasn't a bimbo... they were forcing this on her... those were in her thoughts. Sometimes it was fun to pretend to be dumb, and make up what was fun but... no, that's not right either...

The light started again, I love being a dumb bimbo. I love when people think I'm stupid and hot. If it was up to me they'd call me 'toast' because I was hot, and I had the intelligence of bread... or so everyone thinks, I'm actually smart and I listen too, so I can help my best friend Circe... she's really the best. She's made my life so much better. I couldn't imagine being anything more fun than being a dumb fuck of a bimbo. Big tits, tiny waist, and all the cock I can suck.

It was something that I disagreed with, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it... I was a bimbo, I love being Circe's best friend... but there's something I was forgetting...

I am a proud pornstar. On top of being a bimbo, I get to show off my body to the world. And I get paid to do it. I can suck cock and take dick up my ass all day long and brag that I'm ready for more at the end of the night. I love that my best friend Circe always makes sure that I have as many shoots as I can take. I love wearing sexy dresses. I love being turned into a whore on camera. I can't imagine being any more proud of being the sissy slut of a pornstar that I am. I hope I can do that for the rest of my life.

The last one seemed more simple. I can't imagine that not being right. But something deep down tells me that it was wrong... it couldn't have been right? I love doing porn. I love being a whore for the camera...

Another injection, I love talking dirty. I love words like cock and pussy... twat and snatch... fuck rod and penetrator... mmmm... talking like that is hot, fun bags and titties... telling everyone how much I love it up the ass, making sure all my friends know that it was up to me, I wouldn't go 3 minutes without having a cock balls deep down my throat. I am such a slut. Everyone needs to know this. I love talking like one too...

Then everything went silent. People in the black coats came in, they took vitals, had me drink water... and then it started again... and again...

I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but I was helped up. And led to a room. It was a dressing room with makeup and I couldn't wait to put it on. I spent time doing my makeup, and making my hair pretty, I loved being so girly. I but on my dress, in my high heels... I always wear high heels, for some reason my feet hurt when I don't, I think I'm just used to wearing them too much... but bimbos like me look hot with heels so that's okay.

I was led outside and I saw Circe with her pet. I scampered over to them, and Circe asked how I was, "I'm horny." And then I giggled.

We took the transportation back to her place, and she sat in the kitchen while she had her slave cook dinner.

"Stella?"

I looked at her, "yes, Cirs?"

She looked like she was considering the question, "would you like to sleep with the slave tonight? You can have sex with her if you want. Or would you rather go to a nightclub with me? We can find some hot young men and you could take one or two of them home?"

I giggled, "like why is that even a question? Going to the club! I can dress really sluttily, I try fucking dry. Fuck them right there, and take a couple home and fill my holes... why would I just want the slave?"

Circe laughed, "just wanted to give you a choice."

I gave her the, 'seriously?' look. And we both fell into a giggling fit, the slave did nothing but stare ahead.

Sometime after dinner, I was dressed in the skimpiest and sluttiest outfit I could find... I swear if a guy was behind me and looked at the right angle, he might even see my butthole... Circe even set it up so that my titties were at full size, and we went to the club... Circe wasn't actually that interested in dancing with guys, but she seemed to me like she was watching me... it was a good night.

Circe

I took the slave with us, Stella, for the first time was actually very excited about her new body. She spent a lot of time meticulously making sure her makeup was perfect, her dress was flawless, hair and jewelry matched the dress, she couldn't even decide between which perfume to use...

Her bimbo tits dwarfed my own, but I wasn't one to be bothered by that, if I was, I wouldn't have given them to her.

We made it to the club, and I sat at the bar with the slave. We watched... well... I watched, I'm pretty sure the slave just stared ahead mindlessly, not much was going on between her ears at the moment, not without my instruction... I watched as Stella jumped down onto the dance floor, her arms high above her head as her boobs in her ass swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the music playing with her.

Men and women both came up to her, they felt her up, they danced with her, they grabbed her ass, and she seemed all the more excited for it. There was no stopping the thrill in her eyes, she loved being the slut, and she was one hell of a bimbo, or at least she put on the act well enough.

"Slave..." I pointed to Stella, I knew she didn't remember who she was, "yell out, 'Stella, you can do it!' to her."

And then the slave yelled out, "Stella, you can do it!"

Stella responded with a thumbs up, when she did it to me. She knew that such a response would only come from me. I just delighted in the fact that my slave was encouraging her former husband to cheat on her, even though she had no idea who the fuck she was.

She was still smart, that was part of the plan. If she seemed dumb enough around a potential enemy, they wouldn't be afraid to let things slip, they would assume she was too dumb to be able to repeat it. But she would repeat it. But not tonight... tonight she was going to pick a man or two, and take them home.

She picked two.

I took the slave to my second guest room next to Stella's room... it used to be Stella and Katya's room, but I had a feeling Katya wasn't going to sleep in there anymore...

I spread my legs, and had the slave put on a strap-on with a dildo... there was something ironic about how I had her, fuck me to the same sounds, as you could hear the bed smashing against the wall as her former husband was getting fucked... she matched the tempo perfectly, she was a good slave...

In tempo...

Epilogue.

One month later.

Sherry was visiting her friend Circe. She knocked on the door, a moment later a woman covered entirely in Black rubber over the door. Was it rubber? The woman had to second-guess herself, it may have been liquid latex, that was hot. "Is Circe here? I'm her friend, Sherry."

Those devices in her ear, she seemed to close her eye partially and looked to her left towards the sound device, and she finally responded, "you are expected."

The slave girl led Sherry to the living area where Circe was clearly waiting for her. They gave each other a warm hug. Circe asked, "how are things overseas? I haven't seen you in what?? Two months?"

She giggled slightly, "something like that."

"The neighborhood gossip says that you have a couple of new play things. I see one of them.*

Circe smiled, "yes, the slave is always close to me. She's very useful. Stella will be home soon as well. Was mostly having a teenager around, always wanting to hang out with her boyfriends, and having sex... but she's making money while filming the videos."

Sherry giggled again, "I can imagine." She posed to think, "how far have you done there? Transformations?"

"I have completely redone the sissy, however the slave is for the most part her normal self, plus or minus a little dieting. Mentally neither one of them are the people that came to me. The slave has no thoughts on our own, she doesn't think for herself. She just reacts and responds. Stella, on the other hand has gone from loyal husband to fun-loving, slutty, bimbo."

"And you have them for almost 5 more years?"

There's a sigh of exasperation that escaped her mouth, "yes... that's it? To be honest with you, once they're done being changed, I start to get bored with them... I'll still enjoy him for another month or two, but I think I'll sell their contracts to somebody else at that point."

"And then what?"

Circe smirked, " I think I'll try out that new hurricane machine again... see if we can get some more refugees, all the ones in the first batch went magnificently."

The End.

For those that need a Reminder... rule #5 Remember bimbos eat cum... so will my bimbos. Slaves will wear it like tears, dip your fingers in it, and run it down your cheeks like tears of cum. Good girl.)

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