A Change of Mind, Pt. 03

All characters engaged in sexual activities are 18 or older.

A Change of Mind, Pt 3

Exploring My New Place

I follow instructions and explore the rest of my updated apartment. Like my brain and my life, my place has been modified since being abducted last Friday. My cleaned clothing from the park sits folded on the dining table. Next to it sits my car keys and cell phone.

A brochure for "Gretchen's house of strength and stamina" lays nearby. It appears to be a gym. Clipped to it is a card that lists an appointment at six tomorrow morning with Gretchen. I have no prior knowledge of Gretchen or her house of strength and stamina.

The kitchen has been cleaned. The left-over pizza and soft drinks have disappeared from the fridge. It now contains fruit salad, some turkey, and bottles of blue liquid.

The freezer has microwavable diet meals. I instinctively grab a blue bottle and move on to the bedroom.

The bed linens have changed to a pastel blue. A new TV mounts to the wall. It shows the same screensaver as in the living room. On the bedside table rests a CD player with a blue headset.

My apparel in the closet has changed. Some has disappeared. They are replaced by others that look more stylish and sensual. Numbered brown wrappings cover some clothing items. Notes direct, "Do not open until instructed." I obey and do not peak.

I move on to the remainder of the apartment. The remodeled extra bedroom contains mirrored walls and bright lights. Half of it holds exercise equipment. A couch and coffee table fill the remaining space.

A picture of Nancy, Sandy, and I in revealing animal outfits flashes on the new TV. One of me naked and chained in the park follows. More explicit photos flash on the screen. They remind me of my erotic experiences over the weekend.

My face briefly flushes. I soon put the embarrassment aside and continue my investigations.

The extra bedroom closet contains more new costumes. Some garments are wrapped in the brown numbered coverings.

The bathrooms have even changed. Mirrored walls and ceiling reflect my lack of attire. A flat screen TV, the plumbing fixtures, lights, and the security system sensors are all that interrupt my view. Even the shower curtain now consists of transparent plastic.

A loud knock on the door interrupts my tour of my remodeled abode. My ex-girlfriend's face appears through the front door peephole.

I reluctantly open the door and let her enter. She instantly starts her rant. "Why has the door changed? There was no keyhole for my key. Where have you been? I have been trying to call you all weekend. Why didn't you pick me up...?"

After several minutes, she stops midsentence and scans the place. Then, the questions come without a break to answer.

"Why are you stark-naked? Why are their video cameras everywhere? What's with the lighting? Why are their nude pictures of you on the TV? Who is that Asian girl in the picture with you?" It continues for several minutes.

When she finally halts, I respond. "We are finished. My life has changed, and I have moved on. You need to move on too."

She looks around stunned then heads to the door. It will not open. I input the code. It unlocks and she leaves with a slam.

I quickly put her out of my mind and go have a turkey sandwich for dinner. Then, I grab another bottle and go to fiddle with the computer.

I find the wireless keyboard and mouse can be moved anywhere in the apartment. It even has an extra mouse with a thumb roller ball, so it can be used without setting it on a surface.

I sit on the couch and explore the computer. A window pops up to input a security password. That completed, I check the Icons on the screen.

I click the mailbox symbol. It takes me to my new e-mail account. It contains two e-mails. The one from liontamer1@domesticated. farm. com is from Boss. It matches the video in content with a few additional commands.

The one from animal35@domesticated. farm. com comes from Nancy. It states how much she enjoyed the weekend and looks forward to playing with me again.

It ends with a picture of us together. I sport a bare bunny costume while she dons a Cheshire Cat outfit.

Another icon that represents a light switch controls the apartment. A window opens with tabs for lights, security, AC, and other functions. It allows me to control almost everything in the apartment but the entertainment system.

A TV shaped icon does that. With it, I can control all of the televisions in the apartment. I can view cable TV stations or use them as computer monitors. I can even split the screen and do both.

The icon also allows control of the sound system with speakers in each room. The computer also contains an extensive library of pictures, movies, sound, and video clips. It contains more content than I can watch in years.

After exploring a while, I decide to take a break. I walk to the exorcize room and perform a light workout.

Afterwards, I shower and return to the computer. About 9:30 I drink another bottle and head to bed. I don the blue headset, rest there, and watch pictures from the weekend flash past on the screen in front of me.

Relaxing soft rock music plays in my ears. At 10:00, the lights dim, and the music changes. Soon, I sleep and dream memories of the weekend.

Today Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Waking early, I eat some fruit with a blue drink.

I dress for my appointment. I grab my bag and several bottles from the fridge., I drive to the gym. I input my code into the keypad on the gym door and enter.

Two ladies work out in the open area. One directs the other.

I place my bag in a locker and remove my shorts and shirt. I do not want to sweat in them.

While I wait, I jog on the treadmill. One woman heads for the locker room. The other approaches right at six. She introduces herself as Gretchen.

She wears a lovely little pink skirt and purple tennis shoes. She runs test and takes photos to document my starting physical condition.

After stretching, she runs me through a workout. First, I perform sit-ups where I lick her snatch every time I am up. Then, we perform squat thrust and pushups. Pull ups act like the sit ups except she balances on top of the bar.

We complete several other exercises and use the weight machines. Then, I spend time on an elliptical and a rowing machine. The workout ends with Gretchen allowing me to fuck her on the bench press bench. Then, Gretchen moves on to her next appointment, and I head to the shower.

I dress for work. I drink my blue fluid to hydrate as I walk to the car.

I arrive at work a little early and place my drinks in the fridge. The work day passes fairly normally. I have a little difficulty concentrating. Images of nude people performing explicit acts keep popping into my mind.

One of the secretaries points at my green banded medallion and comments that I must have had a good weekend. She shows me her bracelet and inquires about us getting together some time. I suggest the printer room, and we scamper there for a quickie.

Later, I hear her telling her friend I am not wearing underwear. They both snicker, but it makes me even hornier.

Her friend asks me to the print room. However, she does not have a medallion, so I must decline.

On returning home that evening, I toss all of my clothes in the hamper and go to get dinner. While I eat, I check the computer. It has downloaded my photos from Monday.

The girl's pictures are also there with some hot video of Nancy and I at the club. I let them run while I sit on the couch and relax. I end the day by performing the usual bedtime routine.

The rest of the week continues much the same. I work out at the gym every morning. I exercise alone some days following a written schedule. Other days, I am commanded by Gretchen.

On Friday night I go to a local strip club and study the dancers. I analyze their moves and record the best ones in my mind for future use. I learn some ideas, but it all seems tame compared to the farm.

The costumes and toys I have ordered online arrive Saturday morning. So do two cases of bottles of blue liquid.

Saturday and Sunday, I go to the gym but do little else. I just clean the apartment and shop. I dress for the shopping and return with the food before going to the lingerie and erotic costume shop.

The next Monday I work out with another client as Gretchen directs us both. I jealously observe Gretchen's other client's lovely breast and nicely trimmed pubic hair.

We execute several partner exercises and take turns on the sit ups and pull up. We perform some exercises with each other and some with Gretchen.

At the end of the workout, I fuck Gretchen as usual while the other lady nibbles on and fondles both of us. Then, my partner licks both of us clean as I service her orally.

The rest of the week my partner and I work out together. Gretchen supervises on Thursday and directs several new exercises.

The rest of the days we are on our own. My partner wants to slack off, but I refuse to fuck her until we have finished the assigned exercises.

High Tech Is Fantastic or Is It Fantasy?

On Thursday I receive an email with instructions for Friday. I will dress in my purple shorts outfit but leave the pink shirt behind.

At five o'clock, I must return to my spot at River Bend Park and start slowly jogging. A blue Lexus will provide a lift.

Once aboard, I need to wear my blinding glasses and toss my remaining clothes and shoes in the back. Then, I must follow the driver's instructions.

I obediently follow the instructions. While I sit blinded and nude in the Lexus, the driver places a drink in my hand. I take that as an order and begin to sip the contents.

I ride for about an hour when the driver says to remove the glasses. We are stopping in an alley behind a large industrial building. It appears to be a warehouse and has a truck loading dock a little ahead.

The driver states, "Leave the glasses behind, enter the orange door, and follow instructions."

As I penetrate the warehouse door, a man at a desk informs, "Third door. Right." I walk down the hall and enter the assigned door.

The bright light that encompasses a place the size of a medium bedroom immediately hits me. The wood floor supports a gym tumbling mat in the middle.

Full length mirrors cover the walls everywhere. They even hide the doors except for the handles.

Another door exits to the left and a huge flat screen TV fills the right wall. Several cameras mounted on motorized swivels hang around the TV.

A computer keyboard and mouse extend from the far wall on a large arm. It currently rests about a foot off the ground between the mat and the TV.

In addition to the lights, a camera, a cable and wench, and other machinery dangle from the ceiling. A large mirror covered trunk and cabinet stand against the left wall.

The TV shows a computer desktop. Half of it displays video of me standing wearing only a medallion with a green band.

Below the image, soft keys labeled with numbers, arrows, and video commands fill the remaining space. The number 2 button blinks and the curser arrow rests nearby. Above the video sits a title banner stating, "Now Performing, Lavender and Animal # 69".

On the right, the monitor contains six smaller video windows. Four reveal my nakedness from different angles. One looks almost straight down on the mat. More soft buttons lurk under each picture.

The two remaining video windows contain the words "No Input" on a dark blue field.

The remaining space appears to be a chat window. There is a large box containing some text. Below it rests smaller rectangles marked "Input" and "Command"

I stand there examining the screen and then kneel by the keyboard. I select a few buttons. The video changes slightly in response.

Movement catches my eye. I turn to face a beautiful brunet wearing purple high heels and lingerie. She orders, "Don't mess with my controls slut."

She reaches down and presses a function key. Then, she adjusts the keyboard height so she can type while standing.

She walks to the chest and pulls out a small purple riding crop. She orders me to my knees and says, "Erection." My dick grows hard.

Some client's names appeared in a list as they enter the chat room. Some names sound female like "SexySue77" and "Debbie1994". Others appear male like "Hammer22", "Pau1. The. Snake," and "Dirtyoldmaninfw." A few, you cannot tell at all.

Some make request that appear in the large window. Most involve having us do things to and with each other. Lavender responds by waving to the camera and typing, "I would be glad to accommodate your request once you hit the tip jar."

Suddenly dollar values start appearing by the names. She snaps the whip at me and barks orders.

I stand and slowly turn around. When I face the back wall, she pops me on the ass with the crop. When I return facing the camera, she gives more directions.

I began giving myself a hand job as I stare at the camera. She adjusts one of the smaller window cameras to zoom in on my crotch. Then with a click, the videos switch places. Seconds later she switches them back.

She commands again. I put my hands out at my sides. She then plays with my throbbing cock with her prop.

I hear a click, and my cock fills the big box as she prods it with her toy. Another order, and I turn so my ass fills the screen. A few slaps, and I am on my knees facing away from the screen.

Between orders she types away. She has me lower my head and raise my ass. My ass shows with cock and face hanging between my legs.

After a while a name appeared in red. It indicates they are taking control. Orders for both of us appear in red.

Following directions, we face each other sideways to the cameras. I crawl to her, pull her panties part way down, and start to munch her pussy. She places her hands on my head and guides my actions.

This continues until she peaks and grounds. She then turns 360 slowly flashing every side of the room.

She faces me as I pull her panties to the floor. She steps out of them. Next goes her top. It leaves her with only shoes, hose, and a garter belt.

Following orders, I stand. After another 360 for both of us, she kneels and begins sucking my cock. Out of the corner of my eye I follow the instruction in red. When they command, "Now," I shoot off, and she swallows.

Next, she goes to the trunk and removes a strap-on double dick. Inserting one end in her pussy, she straps it on.

Back on my hands and knees, I suck the strap-on. I perform a fake but accurate blow job.

Next comes out, a pair of black leather wrist cuffs. After placing them on me she attaches them to a hook lowered from the ceiling.

The hook raises and I stretch to keep my feet on the floor. Strung out like an erotic piñata, I hang there exposed and helpless.

A few ass slaps with the crop and a slight lowering of the hook positions my ass at the proper height and camera angle. She adds lube and inserted the rubber cock in my hole.

She pumps me like the cheap boy toy I have become. I shake and slither like a worm on a hook. The cameras catch it all. The dollar values by the names continue to grow.

She whispers, "erection," into my ear. I stiffen like I enjoy being pumped from behind. The camera switches to clearly show it happen.

Humiliated and ashamed, I endure the degradation. My mind and body refuse to resist in the slightest way. Instead, my body actively pushes back at a pace matching her rhythm.

What have I become? This activity seems to continue for forever. Finally, the torment ends as she unhooks me from my line.

We proceed through a litany of positions and sex acts. All of it done for the entertainment of the paying viewers. Next, I fuck her.

Then, we perform simultaneous oral. I lay on my back while she straddles me. Finally exhausted, the show comes to an end.

Entering the bathroom behind the other door we wash together in a brilliantly lit shower. It has a camera also with a lit red light.

After drying, Lavender dresses in a short pink robe. I remain in my standard uniform and am directed through another door.

I meet Boss reclining behind a large desk. She compliments me on my improvement in physical shape, stamina, and skill. I just stand quietly, but part of me feels proud.

She requests lip service for her pussy. I comply without thinking.

Then, she shows me a computer ledger similar to the one from the farm. I still owe a lot of money, but it has decreased a little. Inputting my code, I accept it as directed.

Boss sends me out another door and into a waiting car. I belt in and receive a blindfold, a headset, and a blue bottle.

I awake back in my bedroom on the farm. My muscles ache from the previous night's activities.

Flash and Nancy sleep nude beside me. The lack of covers permits me to stare at Flashes crotch.

They awake shortly. We go outside and perform a morning workout. It matched the workouts at Gretchen's Gym.

Showers and food are the next items on the list. None of us bothers to dress. We take a leisurely walk around the lake. Flash brings her camera, but she only takes a few snapshots. It is a relaxing afternoon before we prepared for the evening.

That evening we all perform at the club similar to the first weekend. I work alone most of the night.

One customer mentions she had seen my performance the night before. She pays for a private performance that includes a blowjob and a fuck.

The private performance takes place in one of the rooms above the bar. She tips well, so I think I do OK.

The next morning is another costumed photo shoot. A business meeting with Boss and a ride home follows.

Until Thursday, the rest of the week matches my new normal. I work out in the morning, work all day, and perform on the net from my living room at night. My new website receives many hits.

On Thursday, my printer room playmate hands me a paycheck. She asks if I want to have one last romp before I leave.

I look confused, and she says, "This is your last day. You turned in your notice two weeks ago." I am still dazed after a visit to the printer playroom. I say my goodbyes, pack my things, and leave.

The Mad Tea Party

Arriving home, I receive new instruction by email. I am off that night and told to skip the gym in the morning.

I am to be picked up tomorrow at ten. I relax and listen to music with my headphones. When I wake in the morning, I know what I must do. The car arrives at ten. I jump in.

I drink my blue drink as I ride to a secluded office on the north side of town. I meet Boss at the office.

I pick up my rabbit costume from the closet, dress, and look in the mirror. The costume consists of boots, gloves, ears, and an elastic belt with a puffy tail and a pocket watch attached.

The boots look like rabbit's feet and legs. They reach well above the knees. My crotch stands out in comparison to the white fur. The gloves match the boots style but do not reach the elbow.

The ears stand up from the head. They are white with pink insides. One flops over slightly. Boss makes my facial features resemble a cartoon rabbit using makeup.

The costume includes a basket as an accessory. It contains plastic grass, chocolate eggs, condoms, and several adult toys. One toy looks like a carrot but is actually an orange phallic shaped vibrator.

Boss takes a few pictures and sends me on my way. The car drops me at the door of a large brick house. The driver says, "Erection," as I close the door.

A gated fence and long landscaped drive protects the building. Everything about it exudes money and power.

I ring the bell and am quickly greeted by a Hispanic maid. She smiles at my costume and invites me inside. She wears a French maid's outfit that hides just enough to be enticing. She seems in her early twenties.

She escorts me down a long hall to a large area that serves as a bar, casual dining, living, and entertainment room. Large windows look out on a patio that overlooks a large garden. It includes several fountains, a hot tub, and a swimming pool.

Orchestra music flows from the entertainment center. Slightly naughty images from classic stories and nursery rhymes flash on the television.

The clear glass dining table is set for dinner like a fancy restaurant. Flash sits nearby wearing a stylish pants suit and adjusting her photography equipment. Behind the bar the female bartender matches the maid in age, dress, and ethnicity.

A brunet lady dressed like a cat sits at the bar. Of course, I mean she wears a cat costume since cats do not usually wear anything.

Her garments cover more than mine. It consists of a striped leotard and leggings, matching high heeled shoes, a long tail, triangular ears, and whiskers drawn on her face.

She also wears a green banded medallion the same as all of the guest and staff that night. She looks me over, smiles, and says, "Meow." Then she states, "Alice is busy, so I will explain your duties."

She explains how the party will begin in about thirty minutes. My initial task includes greeting the guest at the door, posing for pictures with them, offering and serving drinks, and entertaining them before dinner.

At dinner, I will serve along with the Hispanic girls and some play toys brought by the other guest. Then, I should mingle and entertain for the rest of the party.

She hands me a margarita glass filled with blue liquid, raises her glass, and says, "Welcome to Wonderland.

Alice enters the room a short time later. She is blond with long hair and appears in her forties. Her costume is a short light blue dress. A broach clasps the high neck.

The rounded sleeves make the upper portion seem Victorian. However, the extremely short skirt is puffed out and reveals most of the upper leg.

The name Alice is written across the upper left breast. Farther down, she wears white knee socks and blue high heeled shoes.

She indicates the guest will be arriving soon. The maid leads Flash and me back to the front door.

A small video monitor by the door shows a luxury car arriving. I open the front door as the driver opens the car door to release his passengers.

A women and man walk towards me. The auburn-haired woman wears a pink and white skirt and blouse. It looks like a 50's poodle skirt with the image of a lamb instead of a poodle.

The blouse is very low cut, so her ample breasts spill out. It is embroidered with the name Mary. She also carries a shepherd's crook.

The young man has on a costume similar to mine except of a lamb instead of a bunny. It exposes as much as mine, and there is nothing little about what gets exposed.

I welcome them to Wonderland. Flash takes some photos of us together. Then, the maid escorts them away.

The next car discharges three people. The first woman has brown hair that supports a blue ribbon.

Her costume looks like a cross between a mini dress and a farmer's overalls. She has no blouse but wears high heels. It all clashes. The embroidering on the overalls states, "Dorothy."

The other women's outfit is the opposite. White silk, lace, and glitter crafted into a short tight but stylish dress. A tiara sits on her blond hair. Long white stockings cover her legs, and high heeled shoes adorn her feet.

She holds in her hand a white and gold stick with a silver star on the end. She glistens. She says, "I'm Glenda," when I welcome her.

The man's costume is that of a lion. It includes whiskers, paws, tail, and a mane but covers none of the naughty bits.

By the time we finish the photos, the maid has returned to escort them to the party.

The last guest to arrive dresses in a black slinky outfit that matched her hair color. Only her red garters holding up her hose add color.

She introduces herself with a smirk and a gleam in her eye as "I'm the Witch of the West and I'm wicked."

She squeezes my balls as she states this. After pictures, I escort her to the party and offer her a drink. I retrieve her martini from the bar while she mingles with the other guest.

The ladies sit down to dinner. The men serve. It is a long extravagant multi course affair. The ladies consume, chat, and occasionally give us a friendly touch as we serve.

The men nibble on snacks and drink blue liquid in the kitchen between courses. The cooks react in shock to our garb but say nothing.

Flash takes pictures to record the event and joins us for snacks on occasion. Even the snacking gets photographed.

After dinner the party moves to the entertainment area. The music and lighting change to an 80's rock club. The video becomes more graphic.

The Lamb starts dancing for the Cat and Mary. The lion and I soon join in for the other ladies. The dancing leads to oral. Soon, it is a full orgy.

I spend most of my time with Alice and the Wicked Witch, but we all change around. The drivers show up later and are soon stripped and fucked.

I wind up in a bedroom with Alice and the bartender. After servicing them, we go to sleep. I feel naked sleeping without my headphones.

After washing up in the morning, we have breakfast on the patio. The women wear bikinis. The men are nude. We serve but also join the dining.

After breakfast we swim and relax. I give Glenda lip service in the hot tub and chat with Dorothy and Mary. The casual eating and playing continue for the rest of the day.

Dinner is formal. I wear a bow tie and black socks and shoes. The ladies dress in slinky evening dresses. The meal goes similarly to the previous night.

The men provide the after-meal recreation in the entertainment area. I end up with Cat that night.

After breakfast and a few more photo ops, the guest leave. Only Allice, Cat, the maid, the bartender and Flash remain.

Allice orders me to suck the Maid and the Bartender. I then strip and fuck Cat while the other watch and Flash documents. Lastly, I do Flash both orally and missionary.

The bartender grabs the camera and shoots Flash and I. We all shower again in the multi-person shower by the pool. Then, Flash drives me home. I invite her in but she declines. It has been a long weekend.

The Full Circle

My life continues its now normal activities. It is easier without having that engineering stuff to worry about.

I stop distressing about money. Boss takes care of it. She collects my fees. I have a credit card to buy food, and my blue drinks are delivered weekly.

I am rarely chastised for over spending. I perform in person or electronically almost every night and some days. I work out at the gym daily unless I need to work.

In my spare time, I study many subjects ranging from music to the karma sutra. I want to be a well-rounded conversationalist even if I do not perform much speaking. It is difficult to talk with your tongue in a pussy.

On the Friday before Labor Day weekend, Boss, the girls, and I are in the park. Only Sandy is missing. We all have on our purple shorts, pink tops, and purple shoes with pink socks.

The van stops, and we approach our target with our guns out. She is mid-twenties, blond hair, moderate build, only slightly overweight, and alone in the park.

Boss said she has recently broken up with her boyfriend and lives alone. I do not know how Boss knows this, but she has her ways.

After we get her stripped and into the van, I drive her car back to her house. I let the security and interior decorating people enter using the woman's keys.

Nancy picks me up on the way back from the clinic. She drives back to the farm, and we happily prepare for the night's activities. It will be another busy weekend as we perform and train our newest fellow pet.