Chapter 6 – The Unexpected Mistress

Chapter 6 - The Unexpected Mistress

I woke up in a hospital bed with Bridget sitting beside me holding my hand. The first thing I did was reach down and felt a huge sense of relief as I felt my cock but felt a surge of panic as I realized I couldn't feel my balls.

I prayed that Bridget was right, and they were just inside my abdomen. I raised the covers and saw that my groin was covered in bandages with my cock sticking through a hole, which I assumed was for relieving myself.

Bridget smiled and said "It all went as planned. You are like me now!... actually better! I wish I had a clit!".

After pushing me back to my room in a wheelchair, Bridget helped me into the special 'medical' corset and girdle that was supposed to compress my lower ribs and spread my hip bones. I was miserable as she laced everything tightly.

I recovered for several days in bed while Bridget stopped by to bring me my meals. I was miserable because I couldn't remove the corset and girdle. I couldn't even take a shower.

I really wished that Bridget and I could fool around a bit, but I was getting ripe after 5 days and really wanted to feel clean again. Plus, I was still under surveillance.

We couldn't talk much beyond happy bimbo topics, but she took good care of me. She often would squeeze my hand and give me knowing looks to communicate without blowing our cover.

On the fifth day, Bridget walked me back to the lab to remove the corset and girdle, and for my 'fitting'. Dr. Fray had me sit in a gyno chair and spread my legs. She removed the bandages and announced "Perfect!".

As I lay on my back, I was having trouble seeing anything below my substantial tits.

As Jo watched, Dr. Fray took a pink cap shaped device and pushed it against the head of my flaccid penis towards my abdomen. As I watched between my cleavage, I was torn between being amazed and horrified that my cock disappeared into folds of skin that weren't there before.

She continued the pressure and clicked the chastity cap into place. It went relatively easily, so it left me wondering what other part of me Dr. Fray modified while I was on the operating table.

I looked over at Bridget wide eyed, and she smiled as she gave me a covert nod.

"How does it feel to have a pussy instead of a cock and balls?" she teased as we walked back to my room.

"You tell me! but seriously, it is very weird, all my life my junk was out there, squished in by clothes. I was always aware of my cock and balls subconsciously. From crossing my legs to riding a bike, they were something that needed constant adjustment".

As I rubbed my hand down the front of the PVC hotpants and nude shiny tights that Bridget brought me to change into, it was more than strange to feel nothing there except for a bit of tingling from my manufactured clit, but it felt freeing.

The skintight hotpants that Bridget brought me looked fantastic, and without a cock and balls rubbing on my clothes, I found my walk to be a little sexier.

"You go girl!" Bridget exclaimed, as she noticed my hips swing a bit more as I strutted in my 5" red pumps. I actually felt good... and sexy in my clothes for the first time. My breasts were jiggling and swaying under my tank top. They were barely contained in the cups of the light sheer bra that she also brought me.

Bridget knew what she was doing by bringing me an outfit that highlighted my new femininity. I just wished I was more graceful.

For the next two days, I was alone because Bridget was busy helping Mistress Grace set up the next cadre of girls for training, as well as a session with another one of the guards.

That night, I took the time to examine my new body. It really seemed like a dream, or nightmare depending on how you looked at it. As I looked in the mirror, there was really nothing left of Alex, or any male for that matter.

At least I knew my cock and balls were still there somewhere, even though I couldn't access them.

I stared at the reflection of a truly beautiful woman. Firm 34DD breasts, a narrowish waist, and full hips. My chest was impressive. Any larger, and they would be too big, but on my frame they worked. I smiled to myself thinking I will need to strap them down if I want to start running again.

Even my pussy lips were cute. My hairless skin was perfect, my legs looked long and lean. I had that thigh gap now that looked so sexy.

Even with my basic haircut, I LOOKED GOOD! Many women would kill to look like this!

... But what was my future?... What about Alex?

I knew that I had this mysterious training to get through. Bridget wasn't clear, but by her answers, it seemed like it would take months.

What then? Who would buy me?

That lump in my stomach appeared again as I thought, would they be nice, or cruel? They clearly had to be rich to afford such a cost, but rich often meant arrogant, entitled, or self-centered.

I hoped it wouldn't be a man. No matter what the hypnotic commands said, that was seemingly another anchor for me. I wasn't attracted to guys... but... I sucked Bridget's cock,... but she wasn't a man!... uh... And I cared about her!.... uh... I was really confused.

I went back to examine my body, running my hands all over. I started pulling and pinching my long nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. My other hand was rubbing my new clit, which felt connected to my cock and nipples. This was interesting...

I wondered if I could get an orgasm from that alone, but... as I imagined Bridget licking and sucking on it.... I was getting very horny, and my cock was straining to make an appearance, but the chastity cap did its job and kept it locked down tight.

God, I wish Bridget was here with her key!

With no hope of release at this point, I just went into my closet and tried on outfit after outfit. I was getting adventurous.

In the fetish section, I grabbed a leather body harness and after some struggles, figured out how to put it on. It had snaps and rivets everywhere that added to the look. It crisscrossed my body, surrounded my boobs, and had a strap that went back through my crotch like a thong.

Good thing my cock is hidden, I could never pull this look off with it hanging out.

I pulled on some black stay up stockings.

'What would go good with this?' I thought. In the boot rack, my eyes landed on a pair of black thigh high leather stiletto heeled boots. Hmmm, these have a red bottom. A lot of my shoes have red soles. I heard that brand was expensive.

Anyway, I sat on the dressing bench and pulled them on, enjoying the rich smell of the leather.

As I struggled to pull the zipper, I noticed they were very form fitting to my leg. I got the zipper up on the first boot and pulled it to the top. It was a snug fit but felt great. I grabbed the second boot and pulled it onto my foot.

Now I had the hang of it, the second zipper went up smoothly. I stood and tugged them up.

They were so comfortable, I felt I could wear them all day. The heels were high, but the boots supported my ankles wonderfully. They looked painted on. I couldn't wait to see the effect in the mirror.

They felt amazing. The supple leather was hugging my legs as I stepped side to side in different poses.

I went to my accessory drawer and found a spiked leather collar and put that on to complete my look.

I stood and walked to my mirror nook. HOLY SHIT! I looked every inch the kick-ass dominatrix. With the right makeup, I don't think any male, and many females for that matter, could resist me!

I put my hair in a high ponytail. I felt I could give Mistress Grace a run for her money. I kept turning to look at my firm ass with the leather strap splitting my cheeks. My tits were also outlined by leather straps but were hanging freely, wobbling with every movement.

I was really struggling with the fact that I was growing to love my new form. Alex was beige wallpaper. Allie was a bombshell. This was seriously fucking with my head.

I laid on my bed in my dominatrix outfit, imagining what I would have done as Alex if a woman like Allie walked into the room.... Probably just fall to my knees and kiss her boots.

My speculation and fantasizing ended abruptly as my eyes snapped open from the speaker blasting a message that morning at 6:00AM:

"CADRE 13, YOU ARE SCHEDULED TO BEGIN YOUR TRAINING REGIMEN. FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, EVERY DAY YOU WILL STAND READY OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR AT 7:00AM. TODAYS DRESS WILL BE SHORTS OR LEGGINGS, AT LEAST 4" HEELS, OPEN SHOULDER HALTER TOP, AND YOUR HAIR UP OR IN A BRAID. AT THE END OF EVERY DAY, THE INSTRUCTOR WILL ANNOUNCE THE NEXT DAYS OUTFIT REQUIREMENTS."

I jumped up and ran to my closet, chest bouncing while unbuckling and unsnapping my harness to begin a search in my closet for something to wear. I began with a purple satin and mesh thong and matching push up bra, then dug out a pair of skintight leather look leggings, and knee high 4" side zip boots.

After using the enema machine and a quick rinse off in the shower, I also found a leather halter top that let the lace of my bra peek out the top. After putting my hair in a high pony, I checked myself in the mirror nook.

I couldn't stop staring. The leggings had several seams and panels that totally highlighted my butt.

I had a bubble butt and a thigh gap!

My boobs were pushed up to the point that the edge of my areola was just hiding under the lace of the bra. I had trouble not staring at my own cleavage.

I would fuck me in a heartbeat!

I stood outside my door with my feet together and my back straight, noticing I was very aware of my posture. It must be the hypnosis,... right?

I never used to give how I stood any thought as a guy. In this case I would probably just slouch against the wall.

I looked to my left and right as I heard doors open and close. What I assumed were the four bimbos and two sissies that were in the coffins at the same time as I appeared from the rooms on either side of me.

I didn't recognize anyone because I never really saw what they looked like since Bridget always pulled me out last each time.

I could tell the four bimbos by their selections of booty shorts, leggings, shoes, and hair styles, as well as bulges in their crotches. At that point, I was actually happy for the last experimental procedure from Dr. Fray giving me a big cock AND a pussy of sorts.

.......... I can't believe I just thought that.

The two sissies were dressed identically in pink satin shorts and tops, pig tails, white knee socks, and white MaryJane heels. Everyone was standing outside their doors waiting silently. I wondered which of them could have been me... and me them.

I could hear heels and boots clicking around the corner as people approached. Mistress Grace and the guard Jo two steps behind her made the turn and strutted into the middle of our hallway amongst the group.

"Come along quickly girls, we have a busy day for your first training session. But first, follow me single file to the dining room." Mistress Grace looked like she was in formal horseback riding gear, including knee high riding boots.

After breakfast, we all fell in line with Jo taking up the rear. Mistress Grace moved confidently and swiftly to a door that said, 'Affectation Lab'. With her in front of me, I was very self-conscious about the way I (and the other girls) moved. Although we looked the part, none of us moved like a real female... never mind accomplishing an actual sexy walk.

"Everyone, line up against the wall facing me."

My self-consciousness took over, and I stood as straight as I could, trying to impress this crazy bitch. Looking around the room on the far side I saw a set of treadmills, tables and chairs. There were strips of wood with a four-inch channel down the middle running the length of the room just wide enough for one foot to fit between.

I was curious but didn't dare ask anything.

Mistress Grace began pacing in front of us with a riding crop, occasionally slapping it on her boot.

"Girls today is the first of many months of training. In this module, you will learn the basics of how to position and articulate your new female body. We will focus on how you move, how you walk, how you hold your arms, and how you move your hands.

At first, I will be lenient. Every hour later as the day progresses, I will become stricter and will tolerate fewer errors."

"Punishments will be appropriately severe." She motioned towards the wall, where there was a rack of various implements, from canes to whips and other various pain and discomfort delivery devices.

The day started with posture. It included standing, then sitting, back straight, legs closed, feet together, legs crossed, etc. I understood why she wanted our hair up and a halter top. It left the back and shoulders available for application of the riding crop or the whip.

The wooden strips on the floor were there to help with our 'model walk'. Heel-toe, heel-toe, one foot in front of the other, between the two wooden strips. If we stumbled, we got the crop or if we repeated mistakes, the whip or the cane. I suspected the helmet had made us more susceptible to this style of learning because I actually saw continuous improvement from the group.

Over and over, she would provide corrections. "Chin up!" or "Extend the leg before placing the heel!" while striking the offending leg with the cane. The next hour we did it all over again balancing a book on our heads. I was whipped three times but got off lightly compared to some of the other girls. Mistress Grace seemed to thrive on driving discipline and precision into our movements.

She was in her element. I wondered if at some point in the past, she instructed models or was one herself years ago.

For lunch, we sat at the tables and practiced eating in a feminine fashion, being given constant feedback.

Later at the end of the day, Mistress Grace addressed us. "You are learning, some better than others, but even I can't catch every mistake. We will let technology help, now that you have the basics of what I expect."

For the last hour, it began with Jo attaching electrodes to our nipples. "Everyone is to step onto a treadmill. The AI camera will monitor your female affectations. As the treadmill speed randomly changes, you will be expected to apply all the lessons you have learned."

"The AI will monitor each part of your body. If for example, you fall back into your male apelike movements, or you fail to keep up, the AI will provide an... adjustment. The voltage will increase as time progresses" Mistress Grace said with an evil smile.

"This is how you will finish up every day of training. It will help you develop a sexy walk and keep you in shape".

"I trust this will help reinforce your lessons! Now Maria, begin!"

Maria stepped up to the control panel and turned on the power. All treadmills started moving slowly and randomly changed speeds. There were various squeaks and gasps at first from all the girls, including me, as corrections were applied.

They changed over to periodic screams as time went on.

After an hour, the treadmills slowed to a stop. Everyone was tired and I'm sure their feet hurt like mine. We were dismissed with instructions for the next day to wear tank tops or any other top without a collar as to not get in the way of the whip.

We could wear whatever else we wanted for bottoms. Tomorrow was hair and nails day.

The other five tired girls and I slowly walked down the hall and made sure to methodically apply what we learned as we made our way to the dining room.

I am sooo glad I only wore my boots with 'only' 4" heels!

After eating I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed. I slept like a rock.

When the alarm went off, I had to crawl out of bed. I was so sore! As expected, my feet and calves hurt, but my shoulders and neck ached also.

I ran to the shower, dried off and wandered into my closet. I picked out a blue spandex crop top, pleated black miniskirt, black shiny pantyhose, and 4" pumps. They were the lowest heels I had. My legs were still killing me.

After Mistress Grace and Jo escorted us to breakfast, we proceeded to a door labeled "Spa". Inside had makeup stations but curiously had computer screens. There were also nail stations, again with screens. Two hair and nail technicians were standing with their hands clasped in front of them, waiting for instruction from Mistress Grace.

Jo once again applied sticky electrode pads to our nipples and back to the control box clipped to our waistbands. She pulled my crop top up to expose my breasts. I squeaked as Jo pinched my nipple as she attached the electrode. "oops" she said. She pulled my top back down and patted my boob with a smirk as she moved on to the next girl.

One by one, we would meet with the hair stylist and decide on what cut was best for our current hair. Since mine was already thick and long, it was trimmed, layers added, conditioned, and straightened, preparing it for the days training.

The stylist instructed me on how to duplicate it with tips on using a straightener and what products to use. We were told that in future training, we would be given directives for different styles, straight, wavy, curls, braids, and up-do's.

We would be given a style and have to create it within the allotted time. Initial efforts would be graded leniently, but as training progressed over the weeks, expectations and punishments would increase. Today we were working on various braids and ponytails, as well as hair straightening.

After lunch, I went off to the nail technician who added half inch extensions on my nails but left them unpainted. The technician sent me to a nail station with a computer screen to watch instructional videos on care and painting of nails, filing, adding decals, French tips, and cuticle care.

I realized that there was another AI camera looking down from above. After the videos were completed, the task today was just to paint my nails a solid color. If the AI detected errors, it would display warnings on the screen. Repeated uncorrected warnings would result in shocks to my nipples.

The day ended with another hour on the treadmill. I was tired and had a headache from pulling my own hair while practicing braiding and buns, which at the end pf the day, caused me to lose focus. During that hour on the treadmill, the AI zapped me twice as I forgot to hold my arms properly while practicing my female strut.

Being the second day, it was clear that the AI turned up the voltage. I screamed as it felt like needles were stuck in my nipples! I heard a chuckle and looked over to see the guard Maria laughing at me.

"Come on Allie! Shake that thang! Or I'll turn up the speed!" she drawled in a fake southern accent.

At least someone was having fun, but I noticed that my cock started applying pressure to the chastity cap, but of course, going nowhere. Why the fuck was someone torturing my nipples turning me on??

After an hour on the treadmills, the six of us were physically and mentally exhausted. Even the conditioned bimbos and sissies weren't chatting as usual. We were dismissed and worked our way slowly to the dining room.

If this was the pace we had to continue, it was going to be a long several months or more.

Before we left, we were told that the next day would be makeup for the first four hours, then in the afternoon, more hair and nails, followed by the required one-hour refresher on our 'model walk', this time, personally by Mistress Grace.

In addition, we were each given a medium sized butt plug. It was heavy.

"Mistress Grace, why is this so heavy?" I dared to inquire.

"The core inside the silicon outer covering is lead. This first one is a pound. Every week the weight will increase by one half pound and the diameter accordingly. It is required to be worn during all training that does not involve anal penetration. It will help strengthen the sphincter muscles for your next owner's pleasure".

"That is a wonderful idea, Mistress Grace!" I intoned, while throwing up a bit in my mouth.

After dinner, I headed back to my room. I was wiped out. I dropped my skirt on the floor, peeled off my top and pantyhose, unfastened my bra, and kicked off my panties. I just wanted a shower.

As I used the body wash to lather up, my hands lingered at my breasts, cupping and rubbing them, my mind wandered to Bridget. I missed talking to her even when we were having fake conversations in bimbo mode.

Just having her around was comforting, never mind that body! My hidden cock stirred, reminding me of that incredible blowjob she gave me.... Wow... I started rubbing my 'clit' until I shook myself back to the present and finished rinsing off.

I was so tired, I put on silk tap pants and a camisole and went straight to bed.

The next day, I dressed in a leather vest with no bra, knowing we were working on hair and makeup today. I didn't want to wear anything that would mess up either when I took it off.

I loved the feel and smell of the leather, and as I pulled it on, my nipples stood at attention. After lacing the vest, I adjusted my boobs for the perfect amount of cleavage. My nipples could clearly be seen even through the thick material. Oh well, I hope everyone appreciates them! I know I sure do!

For my bottoms, I matched the top with a tight pair of leather hot pants that laced up the sides, adding shiny and sheer nude Wolford pantyhose. At the top of the shorts, because of my hourglass figure, I was able to lace the waist completely closed. This hid the waist band of my pantyhose perfectly, but my hips and bubble butt caused the sides to open and showed leg through the laces the rest of the length.

Perfect.

I turned and looked in the mirror. The bottom of my ass was hanging out, and looked eminently grabbable,... bitable,... kissable,... lickable... pick a word, all went through my mind!

This was insane. I was turning myself on again. I finished the outfit off with strappy black heels They were 5" tall but had a 1" platform, hopefully not too painful on the treadmill. They were so cute I had to wear them with this outfit....

My brain glitched again... 'the heels were so cute I had to wear them'????

A little bit more of Alex seemed to slip away at that moment.

After we marched back to the spa, we were lined up at individual makeup stations for obligatory training videos. But before we sat down, Jo approached with the dreaded correction devices in her hands. She looked me up and down as she approached, clearly appreciating the outfit I picked out.

"More electrodes Mistress Jo?" I asked in as perky a voice as I could muster. Jo shrugged, "It's standard training protocol".

She seemed to enjoy unlacing my leather top, alternating between looking at my cleavage and my eyes. She pinched my nipple again with a smile, getting another squeal out of me.

After applying the training electrode, she had me push my boobs together as she tightly re-laced my halter until they threatened to pop out. As I turned, she smacked my ass and had me take my position at the make-up training station.

We had to duplicate the techniques shown by the videos under the watchful eye of the AI. Like the nail station, it looked for mistakes and inconsistencies. As long as we got better for each exercise, we would not get punished.

For four hours, I learned the intricacies of daytime makeup vs nighttime, and the basics of eye shadow, mascara, blush, plucking eyebrows, eye liner, fake eyelashes, foundation, and all the other mysterious layers and procedures that Amy used to engage in before going out.

I have a new appreciation for why she was always late for our dates.

I kind of fell in love with the 'cat eye's look and adored how it elongated my eyes and made them appear bigger. It would really highlight my dominatrix persona! This technique was the last round of 'looks' we did during the morning, and I really hoped the makeup would last the day until I got back to my room. I couldn't wait to see it with the harness outfit all put together.

That afternoon, we practiced hairstyles again. I finished with a full blow out which gave my hair a lot of body and framed my face beautifully. The AI gave me a thumbs up.

All that was left of the day was an hour on the treadmill. Damn! I better not get too sweaty; I didn't want to mess up my perfect hair and makeup. The six of us climbed on the devices and started our movement practice.

Forty-five minutes into the treadmill training, the speed began to pick up and I started getting a bit sweaty. Damn! I thought, but I should be able to fix myself later since I was starting to get the hang of cosmetics and my curly brush.

I could feel the tops of my boobs jiggle as the pace picked up. I wish I hadn't pushed my boob up so high when laced my top so tight. I didn't think about the treadmill at the time... it just seemed to be the sexy thing to do to push her buttons. I hope I don't have a 'wardrobe malfunction'!

While engaging in our fast strut, the six of us started breathing harder. Our skin started glistening with a layer of moisture. As I felt a bead of sweat flow down my neck between my boobs, I looked over at the guards. They were standing together and both seemed to have the same look of... distress?

No that's not it; they looked flushed and were staring at us....

Was that desire? Yes!

I tried not to smirk as Maria tried to discretely pull her pants away from her crotch.

They were getting turned on! Other than the obvious beauty of each of us strutting in our heels, I bet part of the arousal was whatever synthetic pheromone production that nut job Dr Fray embedded into our skin.

Maria excused herself to head to the restroom, but Jo maintained her position and was intently watching me. She had a predatory look on her face now that caused me to quickly look away. I wasn't used to someone staring at me like that.

The hour treadmill session finally ended, and we were allowed to get something to eat. As the six of us again made our way to the dining room, I was amazed by the progress the other girls made with their movements.

They were no longer obviously uncomfortable in heels, and all their movements were more fluid. Curiously, I was also surprised at myself, realizing that my heels didn't bother me at all today, and I no longer was acutely aware of the position of my arms.

I moved just as comfortably with them. We weren't runway ready by any means, but we moved about like women.

I quickly ate to get back to my room. I wanted to see how the makeup looked up close without the AI staring at me.

Not bad... the waterproof makeup held well. I just touched up my deep red lipstick. My hair just needed a bit of primping, and another shot of soft hold hairspray.

I stepped back to get the effect... damn! I still couldn't believe that this gorgeous creature in the mirror was me. I looked good yesterday with no makeup, but now I couldn't take my eyes off myself. I always had straight teeth, but the tooth whitener they made us use gave me a brilliant smile between those full red lips. I was getting used to my longer nails and admired how they matched my lipstick.

I tore myself away from the makeup table to get dressed. I wanted to see the full effect, so I took the leather harness I wore yesterday off the hanger and stepped into it, closing and tightening the buckles and straps accordingly.

I was getting aroused in anticipation, and as I was pulling the strap up to my crotch, I noticed my pussy getting wet. What??

Oh, it was pre-cum was leaking from my straining buried dick and out the pee tube in the cap.

One more surreal moment.

I wiped my pussy and buckled the strap snugly. The front expanded to a triangle to look like a leather panty that covered my lips, but the strap in the back was essentially a thong.

I wanted to use a garter belt because I thought it was sexier than just using stay up stockings, so I explored a bit more. In the accessory drawer where I found my spiked collar, I found some garter straps with snaps on the ends which could be attached to another snap on the harness by my hips.

I put three on each side and adjusted the lengths. Next came black shiny lace top stockings. I put my foot up on the dressing bench and slowly slid the silky stockings up my smooth legs, savoring the feel of the cool nylon as they hugged my body. After making sure the back seam was perfectly aligned, I managed to get them hooked on each clip. As I stood up straight, the straps tugged on my harness a bit.

Perfect!

I went to my boot rack and again grabbed the sexy black leather thigh high Louboutin boots (I loved them so much I asked Bridget who made them). As I sat and slowly zipped them onto my legs, I just marveled at how perfectly they fit me.

I stood and took a deep breath. I was nervous ahead of my complete reveal. Why was I anticipating this so much??

As I stepped in front of the mirrors again, I stared. It was like being on the outside of my body watching a movie. I COULD NOT BELIEVE this was me.

Then a warm glow of pride filled me. I guess that was the beginning of acceptance. This is me now.

Maybe Allie really is my future...?

But what was my alternative?

I practiced my walk around the apartment. I wished I had one of Mistress Graces riding crops to complete the mistress look, but I guess they thought that a bimbo would have no use for one.

I went from one haughty pose to another in front of the mirrors. I was my own barbie doll.

It was then I heard a knock on my door, and I paused. After a few more seconds, another knock and I heard the door open.

A familiar voice called out "Allie? Are you here? Its Bridget".

I smiled and thought this would be a good opportunity to get Bridget's opinion on my outfit. I stepped out of my dressing area and stood in the middle of the living room in front of her, putting my hands on my hips, my red nails contrasting with my smooth bare skin.

I did my best authoritative pose with my legs spread to shoulder length. I held my chin up and stared at Bridget with my smoldering grey eyes highlighted by my cat's eye makeup. I purposefully kept the smile from my lips.

"Allie......" the rest of the sentence died out as her volume went to zero.

Bridget stood there frozen in one of her red bullet bra latex nurse's uniforms with her hard nipples filling the points of the cups. Her mouth was hanging open, staring. Bridget seemed to be trying to process what was going on but failing badly.

A solid minute went by while I stared back doing my best to bore into her skull with my eyes, not breaking character.

She finally spoke "uuhh... hi... uh... Allie... uh... that's a different look..."

It was another 30 seconds before she seemed to snap out of it. "Ok, I love your outfit, but its missing something." she stammered "I have just the accessory back in my room! Let's go find it now!"

She took a step over and grabbed my hand, pulling me forcefully down the hall, not slowing down for anything. We passed Jo, who was patrolling the halls She gave us a quizzical look as Bridget was dragging an unknown dominatrix by the hand. She smiled when she recognized me and gave me a wolf whistle as we hurried by.

We turned the corner and Bridget pushed me into her room. She locked the door and strode over to me and forcefully grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I immediately engaged her tongue in a snakelike dance.

Our urgency ramped up as we nibbled, sucked, and fondled each other in a passionate make out session.

I've never seen her so worked up before, and I was meeting her passion with mine. MY cock was ready to explode out of my pussy. I needed that key.

But first, I wanted to play this out. I pushed her to her knees and ordered

"Lick my Pussy, NOW slave!"

I put one foot on the bed and stood over her in a wide stance. Bridget was again stunned, frozen, staring at me as she tried to process who and what was in front of her.

"WELL...?!?"

Bridget snapped into motion. She knew exactly what to do as she crawled over, grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and burying her face in my crotch. This wasn't a delicate tease, she was so worked up, she licked and sucked my new lips with abandon.

WOW! I thought as I started moaning out loud. This feels amazing... way better than I expected... like someone licking my balls, but different.

Bridget continued for a while as she circled around the chastity cap until she found my new clit. She started sucking on it like a tiny cock, while rubbing my nylon covered thighs with her hands.

"OH MY GOD!" I groaned. It felt electric. It was like having her mouth on the head of my real cock! Looking down onto that mass of red hair frantically working her tongue into my new... uh... pussy... was so erotic.

I was in my own porno movie! This was too good! I was definitely going to cum if I let her continue!

I pushed Bridget's head away and projecting my best dominatrix impression I declared

"Get the key and unlock me!.... RIGHT NOW SLUT!!"

She stared into my eyes for a second and whimpered a sexy little noise before quickly running into her closet and emerging with the ring-shaped key in her hand. She fell to her knees in front of me, fumbling with it before lining it up. I was glad the good doctor made a universal key.

"Hurry Bitch, I don't have all day!" as I grabbed her chin and stared into her eyes with the most serious look I could muster.

That seemed to wind up Bridget even more. She moved with desperate speed and twisted the key, finally pulling the cap away. My cock grew out of its cave with a vengeance to its full 10 inches in seconds.

Bridget didn't take her eyes off it and quickly pulled it into her mouth with a sloppy sucking sound. She immediately engulfed it deep into her throat, gurgling and whimpering. She ate my cock like a starving woman at a gourmet buffet, bobbing, sucking, and licking.

I knew if I didn't take control of this situation immediately, I was going to cum very soon.

I pushed her head off my cock and told her sternly

"I didn't give you permission to touch my cock! If I had a riding crop, you would be punished!".

Bridget's eye got big and she stood up and ran over to her kitchen sink and quickly returned with a riding crop.

"Mistress Grace ordered me to clean and polish some of her equipment, Mistress Allie". She fell to her knees in front of me and with eyes on the ground, she held the crop up to me with two hands.

This whole scene was wild. Twenty minutes ago, I was a submissive bimbo playing dress up. Now apparently, I was the Mistress to a stunningly beautiful redhead.

As Alex, I didn't have a dominant bone in my body.

Now, as Mistress Allie, I felt powerful, and it felt good to have a little bit of control back in my life. I decided to explore this new persona a bit further.

However, for a moment, I hesitated as I thought back to the day I had to 'rescue' Bridget from Mistress Grace's room. I remembered her tears and welts. I almost stopped at that point and wanted to pull Bridget into a hug, but then I remembered the large puddle of cum on the floor beneath her at the time.

I decided to play this out for a while longer and see what happens.

I took the crop and pulled her up with a firm pinch on one of her rubber covered nipples as she squealed loudly. After she stood, I pulled the rubber pointy cup back and let it snap back onto her tit. She was moaning and whimpering louder and faster now.

She had been trained to control when she orgasms, but I wondered how that control fared against how clearly worked up she was right now. I wanted to test it.

I stepped back. "Bend over the bed" I commanded.

She stood and spun around, bending over with her arms extended to maintain her balance. Her glorious pointy boobs were swaying under the thin latex with her every move.

I purposely was going to keep her cock locked up as long as I could, maybe even for the whole time. With her own key and her required activity servicing various staff periodically, I figured she was getting enough release for me to be a bit selfish.

"Spread farther" as I tapped the inside of each thigh.

I flipped the skirt portion of her latex uniform up onto her back, and peeled off her rubber panties. I then started smacking her ass lightly, alternating between butt cheeks. She was breathing heavily.

"Harder, PLEASE Mistress!!"

Huh?...

Bridget must be getting into what I read in some erotica called 'sub-space', where pain and pleasure kind of mixed into a fog of desire.

Well, let's see where this goes.

I wound up and smacked her ass significantly harder than previously, leaving a red stripe as she let out a loud moan

"YES!"

It wasn't a scream,... or a 'no'..., so I took this as a good sign, and smacked the other cheek just as hard. She was moaning

"yes, yes, YESSSS..." and was breathing hard now. Pre-cum was now streaming from her 'pussy'.

I worked her ass hard with the riding crop for a while until she whined loudly,

"ALLIE, I NEED YOUR COCK, NOW!"

Needless to say, I was hard as a rock and more than willing to oblige, but being that Domme's don't take orders, I let her know that.

"You DON'T get to tell ME what to do Bitch!!... and my title is MISTRESS!!"

I gave her one more hard swat on each cheek as she wailed in pleasure. I didn't like calling her names, but I had to stay in character...

... and I was kind of getting into it!

I spun her around face up with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. I had to partially squat in my heels, so my cock was level with her mouth as I jammed it in.

I knew what she was capable of, so I only gave her a second to prepare as I slid my shaft down her throat in one smooth stroke as she made a glurping sound.

It felt amazing. If Bridget had a real pussy, this is what I imagined it would feel like. I started sliding in and out with increasing speed and force. I pinched her nipples and she made a 'GLUCK' sound every time I jammed it in.

She grabbed my thighs and helped me thrust, so I knew she was totally into this. The wet, sloppy, gurgling sounds I had only heard before in porn videos was bringing my excitement up to the next level.

What a difference from the delicate tentative blowjobs I had gotten sporadically from Amy.

I knew I couldn't last much longer, so I amped it up and pumped her mouth as fast as I could. Saliva and my pre-cum were running down her cheeks. My legs were burning as I reached my climax.

Bridget realized what was happening and reached back, grabbing my ass and forcing my cock as deep as it would go.

She continued swallowing hard, gripping me with her throat muscles, which just sent me over the moon. I screamed as my release pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into her. She did that magic thing where her throat massaged my shaft, milking every last drop from my cock buried so deep my clit was rubbing on her chin.

I slowly pulled out my now semi-hard member with a pop as she tried to hold me in by suction alone. I stood up and looked at this beautiful creature in front of me. She was glassy eyed, but I realized by her excited state, this may not be the end for me. She looked at me hungrily.

"I need you inside me!" she gasped with a drip of cum running down her cheek.

I smiled "I just was".

"No dummy!"

Bridget rolled over, spun around and turned her red ass towards me, shaking it sexily and tossing her mane of red hair back as she looked back over her shoulder.

"Again, you don't tell your Mistress what to do!"

I was smiling because I couldn't hold my persona after that exchange.

I looked at that magnificent ass and thought of the possibilities. I never had anal sex before as a top or bottom, but the thought surprisingly was making my cock stir again.

"Ok, but I need some recovery time."

"No, you don't! Think of your training in the helmet. I'm telling you to GET HARD NOW".

I drifted back to think about the suggestions rolling around in my head. I had a powerful urge to perform when my owner or trainers told me to. Well, since the suggestions only partially took hold, I considered myself to be my owner, and no one else.

But... Bridget was considered one of my trainers.... I looked down and found my cock was rock hard again!

I wanted that ass, NOW!

Bridget reached over to her nightstand and tossed me a bottle of lube.

"Hurry, I need your cock now Allie!" she pleaded.

Well, never having done this before, I still could figure out the basics. I Pulled her latex panties down, generously lubed my rigid cock, and poured more on her asshole.

I thought about spanking her more because of her trying to tell me what to do, but I couldn't hold out. I wondered if I should start with a finger, but she screamed "Put that big cock in me now!".

"Behave!" I smacked her ass with my hand.

I swabbed my cock around her hungry hole and slowly and placed it at her opening. I knew I was teasing her, but that's what Domme's do. She was panting and trying to push back onto it.

She whimpered again... "please... please... PLEASE!"

I felt a little bad now about her desperation, so I started pushing against her opening. It took a moderate amount of pressure and the head popped in.

She gasped... "YES!... More!"

I didn't know much about anal sex, but I knew a thick 10-inch cock was something to work up to for most people.

Bridget was not most people.

She kept screaming "More!" until the full length of shaft was buried in her ass with my hips tightly pressed against her red backside. I worried that it might hurt her, but she sighed and moaned with pleasure.

Her sphincter griped my shaft like a noose. It was so tight, I wondered how I got into there in the first place. As I was contemplating what to do next, Bridget started flexing her sphincter and abdomen muscles.

I couldn't believe how good this felt. Coupled with the taboo thoughts I was having about my cock in someone's ass, it just cranked up my lust factor.

Bridget snapped me out of it by starting to rock back and forth on her knees while I started slowly pumping my giant shaft in and out of that slippery hole. She was flexing her muscles and constantly adjusting the entry angle to rub against her prostate. This elicited more heavy moaning as she synchronized her movements with mine and picking up the pace.

Soon, my hips were slamming into her ass with abandon with Bridget screaming

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh Mistress Allie! FUCK ME HARDER!"

I was just as dizzy with lust as Bridget was lost in sub space. I finally went over the edge and blew a huge load into her ass. At the same time, the gush of hot cum must have triggered her orgasm. She screamed with delight as blast after blast of her cum shot from her 'pussy' onto the mattress. My legs finally gave out, and we fell forward onto the bed with my cock still buried in her ass.

We rolled sideways with me still inside her. The tight sphincter acted like a cock ring and kept me hard. As we lay there, I enjoyed the closeness of being still inside her as I cupped her pointy rubber covered boob and lightly kissed her shoulder.

I basked in contentment as I buried my nose in her hair.

.... We drifted off together.

Sometime later, I awoke to the wonderful smells of Bridgets shampoo, latex, and sex, as my cock which apparently was still semi-hard and embedded in her ass, was getting massaged by her muscular canal. It responded by immediately hardening.

I cupped her breast more tightly.

"Oooo, someone's awake!"

"Well, I couldn't exactly sleep with that wonderful ass teasing me!"

"You started it! In your sleep, you were rubbing my boob and teasing my nipple!"

I sighed, "Bridget, you can hardly blame me. Just look at you! You are gorgeous, and you definitely sparked some serious fetishes with your latex and torpedo tits! I can't keep them off my mind when I see you wearing that. Those rubber covered cones send sparks right from my eyes to my cock!"

"I'm glad I can affect you so much. You did the same with that crazy dominatrix look. I turn to jelly around powerful women, and Mistress Grace conditioned me to get sexual satisfaction from pain.... I guess that makes me somewhat of a masochist."

"What made you dress like that?" she asked.

"I don't know. I guess it was seeing you tied up and finding this outfit in my closet. I tried it and felt powerful for a change. It's confusing... this body, it's changing me.... Well, that's not what I meant, of course I'm changed, just look at me, but my sense of self used to be in this little box."

"Now I'm growing every day, but to what end, I don't know."

"I bet when the powers at be put the outfit in my closet, they were thinking it was an outfit more for a sub role...."

"Well actually, I was the one who set up your room and put it in there. I was fantasizing that someday I might see a girl wearing it. I forgot about it until the moment I walked in. It pushed all kinds of buttons all at once! You look so unbelievably hot in that outfit, you blew me away. You seem to have the confidence in you to pull it off."

"I didn't know I had ANY confidence before today. As Alex, I would never have been terrified of what just happened... and I can't see wanting to be in control all the time, but this was fun! You are a sexy, sexy sub!"

Still very aware of my cock's location, I started slowly pulling it out and sliding it back in with gentle strokes. I was holding her and continued to massage her breasts and pull on her nipples. I also intertwined and rubbed my slippery nylon covered legs with hers. The feeling was incredible. I was always fascinated with nylons, and this feeling was far better than how I imagined they would feel.

Who my legs were rubbing against could have had something to do with it. Bridget started moaning softly again. This time it was a slow build of lovemaking. I did my best to angle my head and shaft towards her prostate again.

I could tell this was teasing her and making her crazy with desire. The tension slowly built until Bridget became impatient and pushed us upright. She spun around on top of me into cowgirl position.

This was my favorite because I got to see this beautiful thing on top of me as she stared down with a lustful smile.

She started grinding her ass on my cock and flexing her sphincter, trying her best to extract another load of spunk from my cock into her ass.

I loved watching her sensuous rocking and grinding slowly turn into aggressive bouncing, grinding, and sliding back and forth. Her boobs went from swaying sexily, to this erotic bouncing. They were straining the latex cups of her minidress to the limit as they shifted up and down with her aggressive movements.

My orgasm started building. I found that when Bridget wanted your cum, there was very little you could do to hold back. I felt my balls tense up inside my abdomen and shot another huge load in Bridget's ass, which once again triggered her orgasm.

She clinched her ass so hard I had difficulty shooting my last rope of cum into her.

Bridget arched her back and screamed as she sprayed a huge blast of spunk from her pussy all over my tits. The cum that managed to make it through my cleavage splattered onto my face!

As we both came down from another euphoric high, she took one look at me and burst out laughing at my cum covered face.

"I'm so sorry!" she said between giggles.

"No, you're not! I think you liked doing it!" I countered with a giggle myself.

"Ok, you got me, yes I did!"

She leaned forward and licked and sucked my chest and face clean, then gave me a deep passionate kiss.

I squeezed her body tight and started to drift off again with her on top of me.

Suddenly, Bridget suddenly sat back up.

"On no! It's almost curfew!"

I looked over at the clock, and it was 11:46pm. Bridget slowly eased forward off my partially erect glistening cock which flopped out onto my belly, and she stood up. "Oops!" she giggled as a huge load of cum ran out of her ass onto my belly, and down her leg.

She smiled over her shoulder and wiggled her ass as she pranced with small steps to the bathroom to clean up.

"You need to get back to your room before midnight, or we are both in big trouble."

As I sat up, Bridget brought a bag of ice and a warm wet towel from the kitchenette. She placed the ice on my cock.

"Hey! what's that for?"

"We need to get your chastity cap back on fast" she explained while wiping the rest of the cum off my stomach chest.

My shaft shrunk rapidly, and Bridget pushed my cock back inside me and locked the chastity cap back on.

Dejected, I pointed to the key and asked, "when can I get one of those?".

"I'm not sure. They seem to track them much more closely since I took this one over a year ago, but I'll do my best."

"You ARE the best, Bridget" I said as I fixed my hair.

I kissed her deeply again and walked out the door. I made it around the corner before running into Maria.

"Where are you coming from? Its late." She looked at my outfit and licked her lips.

"Nurse Bridget and I were playing dress up, and we fell asleep, Mistress Maria" I said with as much positivity as I could muster this late. I hope she couldn't smell the sex on me.

"You look like the mistress, not me.... Well, get back to your room NOW, or you will be late for curfew!" As I hurried by, she slapped my ass... hard!

I yelped as she smirked.

Just for that, I went into my full-blown sexy strut and put extra effort into shaking my ass. I know I really shouldn't egg her on, I thought, but that's the only power I had right now.