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   Constructive communications may be sent to either

   Vanya or

   Jane at
"http://us.f147.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=ynotwestminster@yahoo.removeth
is.com&YY=38555&order=down&sort=date&pos=0&view=a&head=b" - I'll leave the
reader to

   take out the 'removethis' portion.

   Sunday

   The following morning I awoke first and looked into Vanya's relaxed,
sleeping face.  She was so beautiful that I felt something inside begin to
well up with the overpowering love I had for this wonderful woman. 
Resisting the urge to kiss and wake her, I decided to make us both a cup of
tea instead.  I carefully began to dis-entangle our limbs and ease out of
bed but, as I did so, her eyes flickered open.  As recognition came she
smiled up at me.  I told her to lie still, that I would bring her tea, but
she wouldn't have it.

   "Don't go, Darling.  Come here and let's cuddle for a while," she
murmured sleepily and pulled me back down against her warm body amid a
rustle of soft rubber.  I didn't need much urging and we slid our arms
around each other to pull our bodies firmly together.  We kissed and talked
while we cuddled, Vanya continuing to call me Jane, so my new identity was
obviously very firmly fixed in her mind.  During our cuddling Vanya reached
up to caress my breasts, but suddenly sat bolt-upright in bed next to me.

   "Quick, Jane - take off your nightie!" With more than enough help from
her the soft, white rubber garment was finally pulled over my head and
dropped onto the bed.  No sooner was it off than Vanya dragged down the
shoulder-straps of my bra then yanked the cups away from my chest.  We both
stared in amazement, for the cream and hormones had gone to work overnight.
Standing out from my chest were two small but firm, pointy breasts, each
topped with my large nipples.  Vanya giggled, not quite knowing what to
say, whilst I was dumbstruck with surprise.  I had not expected the
hormones to work even as much as they had by last night and it was obvious
from Vanya's reaction that she had expected things to take much longer. 
Perhaps the hormones she had been feeding me had been dormant until the
creams and pills had suddenly triggered the changes to my body.  As the
thought hit my mind so it fell out of my lips: "How long have you been
feeding me hormones, Vanya?" She blushed and quietly answered that it was
almost a month and she had been increasing the dose daily, far in excess of
the recommended amount.  I was dumbstruck.

   "Jane, they look beautiful!" Vanya whispered eventually and lifted both
hands to stroke, cup and feel each of my breasts, with me also trying to
feel my new shape.  The soft yet firm swellings felt perfect and all of
Vanya's touching soon had both nipples firmly erect.  There was no doubt
about it, my nipples and breasts were even more sensitive than they had
been and all the attention was really turning me on despite my churning
thoughts!

   Vanya looked up into my face and realised immediately what was happening
for she chuckled huskily and lowered her mouth slowly towards my left
nipple.  She flicked her tongue rapidly around the nipple then began to
gently suck upon it.  I gasped with the feeling she was causing and watched
as she began to suck as much of MY breast as she could into her warm mouth.


   She moved over to my right breast and began to suck on it also, the left
one glistening with her saliva.  She sat up again to cup and hold both
forming breasts, her eyes smiling brightly into mine with love, happiness
and excitement.  "Darling Jane, now you really are my woman.  I don't want
to let you go, I just want to play with your lovely breasts all day.  Tell
me, do they feel good?  How does it feel when I kiss them?"

   I told her that she was turning me on with all her caressing and
kissing, to which she laughed happily, threw back the duvet and pulled me
out of bed.  As I got to my feet I felt the slight weight of my breasts for
the first time and watched, with Vanya, as they wobbled slightly with each
movement.  After kissing each breast again, Vanya turned me around,
unzipped the back panel and began to unlace my corset.  Although it had
stopped feeling so tight, it was delightful to feel the corset's grip
easing as she worked and tugged at the laces until they gave her enough
freedom.  I was turned round again and Vanya tugged at the front panels to
undo the clips down the front.  At last it was unhooked and Vanya dropped
the rubber corset to the floor.  She stood back to look at me and I also
looked down at my body.

   Below my new, pointed breasts my body was lined from the seams and bones
of the corset but, despite the marks, my waist was noticeably slimmer.  At
my crotch my penis looked much smaller, probably because of the complete
absence of pubic hair and below my hairless legs looked completely
feminine. Vanya stroked her hands lightly over my body saying "Wearing the
corset continuously, even for only a day and two nights, has made quite a
difference, Jane.  Let me get undressed and we'll take a shower.  Then I
want to try some new clothes on you.  Ones that will show off your new
figure."

   She quickly stripped and, also naked, took me into the bathroom.  We
brushed our teeth with both of us laughing and enjoying how my breasts
shook with each movement.  Vanya ran the shower and lead us both into the
warm water.  She began to wash every inch of me, rubbing the soap
vigourously around my penis and bottom, then gently massaging my breasts.
With much giggling and laughing, I soaped Vanya, making sure I excited her
as much as she had done to me.  My longer, painted fingernails were still a
little awkward and I was very careful as I slipped a finger gently into
Vanya's pussy.  She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed deeply under
the running water, before she pushed me gently away.

   "Don't do that just yet, Darling.  I want you to do something for me
first" Vanya told me as she passed me her leg razor and the soap.  She
added "You feel so fresh and clean without hair so I want you to shave my
pussy." She turned so that her back was to the shower to keep the water off
the front of her body and me as I began to lather her pubic hair. 
Squatting down, I carefully began to shave away her small bush of hair,
parting her legs so that I could reach the sides of her outer lips.  When I
told her I was finished she let the water cascade down her front and I
soaped her again and washed off the remaining hair.  I had to agree with
her - she felt delightfully soft as I stroked my hand over her vaginal
mound.  Vanya turned off the shower, opened the door and reached for a
towel.

   We both used the toilet, with Vanya insisting that I used the bidet,
telling me "Don't forget to douche yourself every day, Jane, otherwise I
will have to do it for you.  You'll find I won't be as gentle!" I didn't
hesitate to do it for myself, quite enjoying the rush of cool water in and
out of my body.  Finally I dried myself off and strolled into the bedroom
again.  Vanya took a perfumed deodorant and sprayed herself then me.  The
perfume was delightful and it was exciting to smell so feminine.

   Opening her wardrobe, Vanya reached to the back of the top shelf and
pulled out a large, clear plastic dome with a rubber tube and bulb attached
to the top.  I was told to sit on the bed as she brought it over to me and
placed the dome over my right breast.  As she pressed the soft rubber rim
against my chest she began to squeeze the bulb, announcing "Your breasts
are growing so nicely, Jane, but I'll help them with this developer.  It
will encourage their growth and stretch the skin a bit to make them bigger
and rounder." As she continued squeezing the bulb I watched and felt my
breast being sucked into the clear dome, actually growing considerably
bigger than the other one.  Vanya kept it there for a few minutes, every
now and then squeezing the bulb to increase the suction on my breast. 
Eventually she released a valve and lifted the dome from my breast.  There
was no doubt that my right breast was now considerably rounder that my
pointy-shaped left, to which Vanya now added the dome and began to suck
that one into it.  Again the valve was released after a while and both of
my breasts definitely looked rounder and fuller.  "We'll keep using the
developer for a few days, Darling.  It should help the hormones nicely and
make sure you have the figure I want you to have."

   Vanya picked up the black rubber quarter-cup bra she had dropped onto
the stool last night and put it on.  Then she walked over to my wardrobe to
take out a similar version but in red rubber, saying "I want to try this
bra on you, Jane.  I think it will be the right size, although I didn't
think I'd be able to make you wear for quite some time." She held it up for
me to slip my arms through the straps then went behind me to do up the
clasp.  Returning, she moved and adjusted the tiny cups so that my breasts
were supported and lifted, making them look even bigger.

   She leaned down and kissed each nipple before going back to my wardrobe.
From it she took a waspie-style corset of thick black rubber and, as she
clipped it around my waist and laced up the back, told me "Your other
corset has done an excellent job, Jane and I don't want you to waste all
its good work.  You must wear a corset virtually all the time then, even
when I let you take it off, you will still have a lovely shape." Vanya
laced the corset quite tightly, but it was nowhere near as severe as when
she had first put me in the other one.

   After knotting the laces Vanya pulled me over to the mirror.  "See how
sexy you look, Jane.  Do you like your new figure?" The reflection showed
my beautiful breasts pushed upwards and outwards by the rubber bra - just
like Vanya's - and they looked much bigger now in contrast to my tiny,
corseted waist.  I also saw that I had not been mistaken earlier; my penis
and testicles were definitely smaller with the effect of all the hormone
treatment!  Vanya laughed at the concern in my voice when I commented on
the `shrinkage'.  "Don't worry about it, my Darling.  I told you the
hormones would shrink it to a pretty little clit and besides, it'll soon
fit into your tiniest panties without showing.  I can still make you orgasm
quite easily, so its size doesn't matter anymore, does it, Jane?.  I
suppose I better show you, so let's have a little early morning fun.  Here,
put these on."

   She had taken out the rubber panties with the attached hood that she had
worn on Friday night and threw them over to me.  As I slipped my shaven
legs into the soft rubber and pulled them up my hips in anticipation of
having Vanya's head trapped against me, Vanya took a similar pair and also
put them on.  With a smile she pushed the duvet off the bed and pulled me
onto the black latex sheet beside her.  She coaxed my head down to her lap
then wriggled the hood over my face.  I felt her stretch the back of it
into place then do up the zip to trap my face against her freshly shaved
pussy.  One side of my panties was pulled away and I felt a gentle probing
before the smooth shape of a soft rubber dildo was pressed inside me.  The
panties were stretched back into place trapping the dildo at full
penetration.  Vanya squirmed about beside me then I felt her warm breath on
my groin as she slid her own head into the other hood.  I reached down to
help her, managing to tug down the zip and caress her rubber covered head
against my groin.

   In total blackness, surrounded by the smell of the rubber and Vanya's
natural perfume, I stroked the tip of my tongue along the crack between her
lips.  I was rewarded by feeling Vanya suck the entire, though shorter,
length of me into her mouth.  She didn't stop there, however, for she then
also sucked my testicles into her mouth as well and began to gently chew on
the root of me.  I groaned with the feeling she was causing then went to
work on her pussy in earnest.  Vanya rolled on top of me, spreading her
legs as she did so, to push her wet and sticky pussy hard against my mouth.
I wrapped my hands around her hips and licked and sucked on her exposed
inner lips.

   Vanya's mouth continued to chew and suck on me with fantastic effect,
then I felt her hands move up my body to caress my breasts where they poked
over the top of my bra.  She began to pull and roll my nipples which had
always felt good, but now the feeling was incredible.  I couldn't believe
how quickly Vanya was turning me on with her mouth and hands and I had a
great deal of difficulty concentrating on what I was doing to her lovely,
sticky pussy.

   As our excitement began to build higher I found myself squirming about
beneath Vanya, only aware of the incredible feeling she was creating
throughout my body and the sticky-sweet taste and smell of her vagina.  I
felt a hand slide inside the back of my panties and suddenly the dildo
began to vibrate deep inside my body, adding rapidly to the excitement
Vanya was creating.  Her hips began to rotate against my mouth and I felt
her begin to stretch and pull my nipples again, almost to the point of
discomfort.  She began to suck harder and faster, shaking her head rapidly
from side to side as much as the hood would let her, which lifted me up to
a level of excitement I had never achieved before.  Slowly, relentlessly,
my orgasm began to build and grow deep inside me.  The growth was slow but
went much, much higher without going over the top and I vaguely realised
that I was whimpering with each rising wave of tension and excitement.  At
long last my climax came and, as I held my breath, rigid with tension,
pulse after pulse of orgasm pounded through my body.  It continued much
longer than I had ever known before, with Vanya sucking madly to keep my
arousal as high as she could.  I screamed against Vanya's vagina with the
unbelievable feelings and was almost glad as, very slowly, the orgasm began
to fade.  I collapsed limply onto the bed in a trance.

   I don't know whether or not I actually fainted, but I gradually became
aware of looking up into Vanya's smiling face, not remembering her
releasing either of us from the rubber hoods.  The vibrator had also been
slipped out of my body.  From what seemed quite a distance, I heard her say
"Now will you stop worrying about the size of your clitoris, my darling
Jane?  I can make you feel like that anytime I want to." The warmth of her
love was bright in her eyes and I knew I could love no other woman as I did
my wonderful Vanya.  I reached up and pulled her down to me.  As I caressed
her I felt the tension still inside her body and realised that she hadn't
reached an orgasm herself.  I had no strength to do anything about it just
then, so I merely held her in my arms, happily aware of her hands stroking
my thighs and breasts, and her lips nipping gently at my neck and throat.

   Eventually my strength returned and I hugged Vanya to me, our breasts
pressed together and kissed her deeply.  I thanked her for the most
fantastic climax I had ever known.  She replied that there would be plenty
more now that I was accepting that I was her woman then said we had better
take another shower.  The hoods had made both of us sweat a lot and our
hair was in quite a mess.  We both unpeeled the pantie-hoods and bras, with
me struggling to get my hands to the clip at the back.  Vanya laughed at my
difficulty, "Don't worry, Jane.  You'll soon learn how to do it.  You can
leave your corset on - rubber is waterproof, you know."

   The shower was delightful and I was surprised when Vanya washed and
conditioned both of our heads, mine with the wig.  She explained that the
wig was quite capable of such treatment and that I would continue to wear
it until my own hair had grown long enough.  "Then I'm going to dye your
hair blonde, it suits you," she added.  We towelled off with Vanya helping
me dry the long hair, before going back into the bedroom.  Deodorant was
followed by bras then Vanya threw over a pair of red rubber panties similar
to those I had worn on Friday and Saturday and they were soon high on my
hips.  Vanya had slipped into her favourite black, frilly latex pair.

   I sat on the stool for Vanya to brush and dry my hair, after which she
did my make-up, again giving me instructions on everything she did.  This
time she removed the false eyelashes and carefully showed me how to replace
them.  There was a lot to remember but Vanya told me that most of it would
quickly come with practice and that I would soon have to do it for myself.
Eventually she added a big fancy pair of earrings to the studs in my lobes
and I shook my head gently to watch the bright red jewels swing and catch
the light.  At last Vanya was finished with me and I sat on the bed to
watch her attend to herself.  She was beautiful anyway, but it was
fascinating to watch her skill at work and how, this time, she created an
almost aggressive look - predatory, somehow - with the make-up.

   When she had finished Vanya added the green earrings she had worn the
day before, then carefully threaded the matching jewels through her
nipples. Enjoying my lustful gaze, she strolled to her wardrobe and put on
the same dress as yesterday, her breasts being emphasised by the very low
front.  The green jewels showed in bright contrast against the shiny purple
rubber of her dress.  She slid her feet into the matching high heels then
turned to walk towards me, smiling happily with the effect she knew she was
creating.  She reached both hands to cup and caress my breasts, so I did
the same to those in front of my eyes.  I loved fondling her when she wore
jewelry, being fascinated by the dance and sway of the stones and the way
the slight weight of the pendants moved her nipples about.  I leaned
forward slightly and kissed her nipples then gently tugged at the wires
piercing them with my teeth.  I knew how she loved that and was rewarded by
her sighs of enjoyment.

   "Oh, Jane!  You always know just how to turn me on," Vanya whispered
huskily.  I dropped down in front of her and as I began nibbling at her
nipples again while gently pulling on the jewels she pushed her hips
against me until my right breast was being rubbed by the crotch of her
rubber dress.  I slid my right hand down the side of her waist and thigh
then slipped my fingers between Vanya's knees.  As I worked my hand slowly
up between her satin-smooth thighs I felt the tension begin to build in all
her muscles.  When my fingertips found their way through the split-crotch
of her frilly rubber panties and I parted her already sticky outer lips
Vanya groaned softly.  Being very careful of my long pink nails, I slowly
worked my middle finger back and forth over her hardening clit then slipped
it deep inside her very wet pussy.  When I slid a second finger into her
and began to caress her clit with my thumb Vanya began to shake gently
against me, her hands still fondling my breasts but loosing the rhythm.

   Playing with Vanya's pierced right nipple with my hand and sucking on
her left breast, I began to increase the tempo of activity at the beautiful
entrance to her body.  In no time at all she started to shiver with the
onset of orgasm and she groaned loudly as her pussy rhythmically gripped at
my invading fingers.  I continued caressing Vanya as her orgasm faded,
wondering if she would climax again, but she gently pushed my mouth from
her nipple and my hand from beneath her dress.

   "Stop, please Jane.  Don't get me too worked up again just yet.  When
you do things like that I forget that I'm in control, so let's keep things
the way they should be.  She swallowed, trying to recover her self-control
then breathed two deep breaths.  "Put your rubber stockings and boots on,
Darling.  I'll be back in a minute, so get a move on." She walked shakily
out of the room and, while I rolled on the stockings and laced up the
high-heeled boots, I triumphantly thought over how quickly Vanya had fallen
under my control.  Now I knew how to do it - just become the active one! 
That way I could prevent her total domination whenever I needed to.

   Finished, I stood up and walked around, enjoying the way the boots made
me wiggle my hips as I walked.  From behind came Vanya's voice "That's very
good, Jane.  They make you look so sexy." As I turned round she came over
to me carrying one of our most severe bondage devices - something called a
single-glove which I had bought many months ago to put on Vanya.  I hadn't
realised how punishing it was and had left her in it for far too long,
despite her complaints.  She got her own back the following weekend,
putting it on me and making me suffer several hours of the severe
restriction of having my arms pulled tightly together behind me.  Since
then we had only used it a couple of times and not for very long at that.

   Staring at the horrible thing I regretted buying it yet again.  "Please
Vanya, don't make me wear that.  You know how we both hate it," I pleaded
seriously, but she simply laughed at me.  I dreaded being restricted again
after the freedom of last night and this morning.

   "I'm in control, remember?  And if I say put it on, you will wear it. 
You liked putting it on me because it made my bust stick out, remember, so
I definitely want to see that effect on you.  Now, don't argue or make me
use force.  Just turn around and slip your arms into it." Vanya's voice
told me how serious she was so I went along with her, hoping she wouldn't
make me suffer for too long.

   I dutifully turned around and felt her slide the slim rubber tube up my
arms to the shoulders, then felt the strap tighten about my wrists to hold
them firmly together inside.  Next came the wide rubber strap about my
corseted waist to keep my arms tight against my body, followed by two
straps around my shoulders to hold the top of the glove firmly in place. 
Then came the worst bit, tightening up the lacing to pull my arms tightly
together behind me, although I wasn't prepared for just how tight Vanya was
intent on making it.  Squealing in protest, I begged her to release the
laces a little but she ignored me and continued tightening until it felt
that my shoulder-blades were going to cross over.

   Satisfied with my total helplessness Vanya turned me towards the mirror,
telling me to look at myself.  In the reflection my breasts looked enormous
as my trapped arms pushed out my chest.  Vanya kissed my neck then sucked
each out-thrust nipple until they were firmly erect.  I watched in
frustration as she opened the bars of the nipple-cuffs now in her hands,
then slipped one over each nipple before sliding the wires down hard to
entrap my erect nipples.  She clamped them firmly but, when I complained at
their discomfort, merely said "Don't grumble so much, Jane.  I probably
won't use them on you again."

   The cuffs were joined with a thin gold chain which Vanya grasped to lead
me down to the playroom.  In the middle of the room Vanya had placed a
rigid-backed chair and to this I was guided.  After sitting me down upon it
with my bound arms rested over the back of the chair, Vanya pulled a wide
strap around my shoulders trapping me firmly against the chairback.  She
lifted my right leg and buckled my ankle into a strap fixed to the back leg
of the chair.  My other leg was similarly bound and I found myself totally
incapable of escape.  A further wide strap around my waist and the
chair-back did nothing to increase my bondage but Vanya obviously enjoyed
adding the extra restraint.

   To prove her domination Vanya sat across my lap and began to pull and
tease my nipples.  She pinched them firmly but, while I squealed in
protest, it was impossible to get away from her spiteful fingers.  Vanya
jerked on the chain, making the nipple-cuffs pull hard on my nipples, her
other hand fondling me through my rubber panties, creating a confusing
mixture of discomfort and pleasure.  "I love it when you can't stop me
doing anything I like," she confessed with a happy voice.  "When you're in
bondage I can do anything I want to you and make you do anything that I
please.  Suck my nipples again, Jane.  Let me enjoy your lesbian slavery."
She pushed her exposed breasts at my face and, knowing I couldn't escape
from her, I took each in turn into my mouth to suck and tease the nipple,
although I was so tightly bound I couldn't move to her breasts, I had to
wait for her to feed them to me.

   Sighing with contentment, Vanya released my nipples from the cuffs,
stood up and walked behind me.  When she returned it was with the
inflatable gag, but there was nothing I could do to prevent her pushing it
in between my teeth, doing up the strap and inflating it to fill my mouth
completely.  Once I was gagged, Vanya opened a small bottle as she sat down
on my lap again.  She poured some of the clear liquid onto my breasts and
nipples, chuckling as I shivered at the intense cold of the fluid on my
skin.  I recognised the smell and wondered why she was spilling surgical
alcohol on my breasts.

   I didn't wonder long for Vanya smiled into my eyes then said quietly "I
told you I wanted your nipples pierced like mine, Darling, and I can't wait
any longer.  Now that your breasts have started to grow I'm going to make
you wear pretty jewelry as well." As I tried to shake my head in protest
Vanya chuckled "Don't worry, Jane.  Last time I was in London I went to see
the man who pierced mine.  I told him I wanted to do yours and, with a bit
of persuasion, he showed me what to do and sold me the tools to do it with.
Besides, you don't have any choice in the matter because you can't stop me.
Just accept it, Jane and I'll try not to hurt you too much." She kissed the
tip of my nose, smiled again and stood up.  I struggled against my bonds
but found that there was no escape - I could barely move anything but my
head.

   Vanya came back into view carrying a tiny table which she placed beside
me.  Onto that she put a small plastic box, a tube of cream, some
cotton-wool and the bottle of alcohol.  Pouring some more of the liquid
onto a swab she scrubbed each of my nipples with the cool alcohol.  After
removing the cap from the tube Vanya liberally smeared both nipples with
pink cream which she told me was a very strong antibiotic to prevent
infection.  From the box she took a glass or plastic rectangle with a hole
through the centre which she carefully placed over my right nipple.  The
hole was only a little bigger than my nipple and she spent ages getting the
block into the right position with the rectangle exactly upright.

   At last she was satisfied and, holding it in place with one hand, she
used the other to get a thick needle-like thing, already coated in cream,
from the box.  I watched in horrified fascination as she held the small
plastic ball on one end of the needle, placed the sharp tip of the needle
into a small hole in the side of the block and slid it in.  Her slightly
shaky hands indicated a nervousness that certainly hadn't shown in her
confident voice but, when I briefly caught Vanya's eye I perceived the same
doubts, probably at the fear of hurting me too much.  I jumped as I felt
the needle prick against the side of my nipple, at which Vanya kissed my
cheek and told me not to be silly.  With that she took a firm hold on both
the needle and block and began to push firmly but slowly.  I squealed
around the gag as I felt the intense and very localised pain, almost a
burning sensation, as the needle went deeper into my nipple.  At last
Vanya's hand slipped forward as the needle went right through my nipple and
poked out of the other side of the block, the pain subsiding rapidly now.
Vanya removed the plastic ball from the end of the needle and put it on the
table, then turned her attention back to the block.  Taking it in both
hands, she pulled it into two pieces, each sliding off the needle that now
protruded an inch on either side of the base of my pierced nipple.

   Vanya re-assembled the block and carefully positioned it over my left
nipple, seeming much more confident now she was into the operation.  She
took another needle from the box and slid it into the side of the block. 
With the ball in place on the blunt end of the needle Vanya began to push
on it.  The pain was just as intense as she began to push the needle into
my nipple and I squealed again, but there was no way of getting any relief
from it.  At last the needle went right the way through and I relaxed a
little as the hurt reduced considerably.  Once the block was removed I
looked down to see both nipples penetrated by the needles.  "There you are,
Jane," said Vanya with a bright, firm smile.  "That's the worst part over.
Now I just have to stretch the holes and the job will be done."

   I had forgotten that Vanya's nipple holes had been stretched, but it all
came back as I watched her thread a shiny metal tube, coated with cream,
onto each needle.  The ends of the tubes were tapered and, with the aid of
two longer tubes which she also slid onto the right needle, Vanya began to
push the tube along the needle and into the hole in my right nipple. 
Although it was quite painful as the thicker tube was forced along the
needle and into my nipple it was mild compared with the original piercing.
At last the tube was in place and barely sticking out of either side of my
nipple.  Vanya began to insert the short stretcher-tube into my other
nipple and, once that was also in place, withdrew the needles from the
tubes and my nipples.

   Vanya spilled some of the alcohol onto a wad of cotton-wool and wiped
the excess cream from my breasts, the cold liquid feeling heavenly on my
newly-pierced and bruised nipples.  From the box she took a pair of long,
red-stoned earrings which matched the earrings Vanya had clipped to my
earlobes, and threaded them through the tubes in my nipples.  I watched in
fascination as the long jewels swung from my breasts.  "Now I can ogle at
you in the same way as you do to me, Jane.  I'll leave the tubes in for
several days until you nipples have healed sufficiently, then we'll take
them out for good."

   Once Vanya had finished wiping my breasts she put away the piercing kit
and other bits and pieces, finally returning to release my legs from the
restraining straps.  When she had removed the straps from around my body
she helped me to my feet and led me over to the wardrobe.  Vanya opened the
door to let me see our reflection in the mirror and, despite the
frustrations of still being gagged and bound, I stared in wonder at the two
rubber-clad girls with their almost bare breasts supporting dancing jewels.
As much as the incredibly tight arm-restraint would let me, I shook my body
and delighted in watching the brilliant red stones jiggle and sparkle as
the light caught them.

   "You look really beautiful, Jane," Vanka told me in a soft yet sincere
voice that was laced with her love of me.  "I hope it didn't hurt you too
much but, even if it did, the results were worth it.  Let me warn you as
strongly as I can, though.  Don't even think about trying to remove the
stretcher tubes from your nipples.  I have never hurt you until last night
and just now, but they were nothing to what I will make you feel if you try
to take them out." Vanya's words and her suddenly stern face in the mirror
left no doubt in my mind how serious she was and, when she asked if I
understood, I nodded in agreement.  Just the thought of what she might do
was frightening enough, for I had never known her to be this bossy and
determined before.  She intended to change me into a woman, her personal
sex-slave, and it was clearly apparent she wasn't going to be thwarted or
stand for any opposition from me!

   
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   Constructive communications may be sent to either

   Vanya or

   Jane at
"http://us.f147.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=ynotwestminster@yahoo.removeth
is.com&YY=38555&order=down&sort=date&pos=0&view=a&head=b" - I'll leave the
reader to

   take out the 'removethis' portion.

   Sunday 2

   Vanya released the strap of the gag and pulled the bladder out of my
mouth, gently wiped my lips with her fingers and kissed me deeply.  As her
tongue began to work its magic inside my mouth I felt her hands slide up to
caress and stroke my breasts.  When she touched my newly-pierced nipples I
winced and tried to pull back from her fingers for my nipples, with the
tight stretcher-tubes, felt quite bruised and sore.  Vanya ignored my
protest and continued to gently stroke and play with my nipples and,
despite the discomfort, managed to arouse me.  The tight and effective
single-glove prevented me from doing anything to get away from her
insistant, teasing fingers, and I became less and less aware of the pain.
After a long time she broke the kiss and stared seriously into my eyes.

   In a voice panting and husky after the kiss Vanya told me "Your
beautiful pierced nipples will always remind you that you belong to me,
Jane.  I don't want you ever to forget that you are now my slave-girl. 
I've made you what you are and you're entirely mine to control and do what
I want with.  You will always have to do what I want, even putting up with
me playing with your sore nipples.  Do you understand how completely you
belong to me and how serious I am?" Vanya looked deep into my eyes awaiting
an answer, both her hands continuing to caress and excite me.  With a hint
of impatience she gently tugged on the jewels now dangling from my nipples.

   Helplessly constrained inside the single glove I could do nothing but
reply "Yes, Vanya.  I know that I am the slave-girl you have made me and I
will do whatever you want.  I love you more than I knew it was possible to
love anyone, even more than before Friday night..........  but please
release my arms now, my shoulders are really starting to ache badly," I
asked and was rewarded by Vanya turning me around and undoing the knot on
the lacing.  She began freeing the laces and I groaned in relief as the
tension on my elbows disappeared and my shoulderblades were allowed back
towards their normal position.

   Vanya did not remove the glove, however, but took my shoulder and led me
out of the playroom and up the stairs.  "Why should I release my slave-girl
when I have her in my complete power?" Vanya asked, her voice arched with
humour.  I was guided into the bedroom where Vanya let go of me and removed
her rubber panties.  With her rubber dress still around her waist she lay
down on top of the bed and, spreading her legs, looked up at me.  "Now you
can give me the relief I want, Jane.  Come and treat your slave-mistress
with your tongue," she commanded.

   I had no choice, for there was no way out of my bondage unless Vanya
released me.  As carefully as I could, I got down onto my knees between her
legs and began to run the tip of my tongue up and down the inside of her
thighs.  She sighed and shivered with each touch and when I began to lick
her now hairless outer lips she squirmed, murmuring "That's the way, Jane,
keep licking me as a lesbian slavegirl should.  I want to feel your tongue
all over me.  Consume my juices, my wonderful pierced slave"

   I started to suck gently on each of her outer lips in turn and was
rewarded by her groan of delight and those lips swelling in response to
reveal her moist inner lips.  I tongued briefly between her lips then
concentrated on her rapidly erecting clit which brought a louder groan from
Vanya.  The taste of her was, as always, an aphrodisiac of its own and I
began to push my tongue deep into her lovely vagina.  The shiver of her
hips told me how excited she was and that her climax wasn't far away so I
began to move my tongue in circles, pressing my top lip onto her erect
clitoris.  I watched her hands begin grasping and kneading her breasts,
feeling her hips begin to push up off the bed at my face.  As the first
wave of her climax began to build I concentrated all my efforts on her
clit, sucking hard on it and teasing the head with rapid movement of the
tip of my tongue.  Her orgasm burst inside her and her classic, almost
silent scream began from low down in her chest.

   It seemed ages before the tension left her body and when it did it was
with a massive exhalation as she released the breath she had been holding.
I slowed down my movement and gently licked all around her wet, sticky
pussy, glad as always that I knew how to excite this woman that I loved so
much, despite what she had just done to me.  When I finished Vanya
struggled up onto one elbow to look down at me.  "Darling Jane, I'll never
tire of feeling your mouth where I like it most.  As you did so well you
can turn around and I'll remove the glove."

   Still on my knees I gladly did as I was told while Vanya struggled up to
sit on the edge of the bed.  Relief from the uncomfortable bondage came
rapidly as Vanya undid the various straps that confined me in the
single-sleeve and, at last, it fell from my arms.  I stretched both arms
and circled my shoulders to relieve the strained muscles which, after a
couple of minutes, began to relax.  Once the ache had faded to a bearable
level - although from previous experience of the single glove I knew I
would ache for the rest of the day at least - I cupped my breasts and
studied the ends of the shiny tubes in my nipples, each movement making the
brilliant jewels dance and sway.  Both nipples remained firmly erect and,
with the tubes increasing their size, looked enormous compared to their
previous unpierced state.

   "Stop playing with yourself, Jane," Vanya chucked quietly, then pulled
hard on my bra strap at the back, releasing the tight rubber to give me a
stinging slap.  "Come and kiss me." I moved between her still spread legs
and slid my arms over her soft shoulders.  As Vanya's arms slid around my
waist to pull my breasts against hers, we kissed deep and long.  When we
broke the kiss Vanya continued to hold me tight as she smiled at me, her
eyes smoky and sultry.  "I love you very much, Jane, and having you as my
woman doesn't seem to let me get enough of you.  You excite me more as my
slave-girl than than you ever did as my hisband - and you satisfy me so
much more.  Take off your panties and get onto the bed."

   Vanya stood up as I slid the red rubber panties down my stockinged legs
and I watched her gracefully stride to her wardrobe.  She removed the
purple rubber dress, took out a pair of black panties and stepped into
them. As she pulled the tight rubber up her legs I saw they were the
double-dildo panties she had worn over Friday night.  Once the garment was
almost to her hips she parted the lips of her pussy, slightly bent her
knees and slowly inserted the stiff rubber dildo into her body.  Slipping
her dainty hands inside the panties she pulled and stretched the latex into
place on her hips then gripped and wriggled the outer dildo to fully insert
its counterpart.  As she finished she looked across at me on the bed and
told me "You have been very good and obedient while I pierced your nipples.
You also performed very well with your mouth just now, so I think it's time
for a reward for my rubber slave-girl."

   Walking across to the bed I watched, with rising excitement, the bounce
of the heavy dildo contrast with the sway of the jewels in her nipples,
wondering if Vanya could satisfy me as much as she previously had with the
same dildo.  She positioned me on my hands and knees, facing the mirror as
before, then knelt behind me.  I watched in the mirror as she wet her hand
with her tongue and lubricated the big, black rubber dildo jutting out from
her hips.  Vanya parted my legs then placed her knees between mine and
slowly thrust her hips forward, making the black latex of the dildo scrape
between my legs and over my genitals.  Licking her fingertips, Vanya smiled
lewdly at me in the mirror then caressed my bottom with her moist fingers,
allowing one of them to gently penetrate just inside me.  I was very
surprised to find her actions really turning me on and fleetingly wondered
how she had begun conditioning me to like this form of loving so quickly.

   My thoughts returned to earth with the first gently prod of the dildo
against the entrance to my body.  Vanya grasped the cheeks of my bottom in
her hands and softly but surely pressed the whole length of the dildo
inside me.  This time there was not even a hint of discomfort and I smiled
in reassurance to the questioning, caring look on my beautiful mistress's
face.  Her expression slowly changed to sheer raw sensuality as she began
to stroke the dildo in and out of me, almost withdrawing it completely
before thrusting it back in to its fullest depth.  Vanya leaned forward
along my back and began to kiss and bite my neck and ears, all the time
knowing where and what excited me most.  In between she managed to murmur
how much she loved me and how good it felt for her to have me completely in
her power and to make love to me whenever she wanted to.

   "When we made love like this last time," said Vanya slightly puffed with
her exertions, "I told you how great it would be to play with your breasts.
Look in the mirror, Darling, and you can watch as well as feel me loving
you." I looked up to see Vanya's face smiling lovingly over my shoulder.  I
smiled back then watched her hands steal down my sides and stroke the
curves of my breasts.  She began to cup and rotate them, making the
sparkling jewels dance and bounce, while I watched and felt everything that
she was doing to me.  Vanya's fingers moved towards my nipples and began to
flit back and forth over them, too gentle to cause any pain but firm enough
to show me how quickly she could turn me on.  As I sighed with the feelings
she was creating inside me she began to work harder on my nipples which,
although causing a slight ache, excited me even more.  Perhaps I was
becoming addicted to the pleasure/pain syndrome, because even when Vanya
began to press and rotate her fingers directly on my nipples I found the
slight pain to be more than bearable and extremely exciting.

   Vanya's reflected face looked slightly red and I knew how much she was
being turned on by what she was doing.  I decided to see how much I could
increase things for her so, pouting my painted lips and batting my long
lashes at her I said "Just because you've taken my virginity I suppose you
think you can fuck me whenever you want to.  And just because you've tied
me up and pierced my nipples doesn't mean I have to like you fondling my
breasts." I continued to taunt her by adding "Your not even a very good
lover, Vanya, you don't do much for me even with your big, fat dildo!"

   My words hit their target in a way that I hadn't intended and she
stopped mid-stroke with hurt in her eyes.  As I wished I could take back my
stupid words she stared at me in the mirror until she realised, thank
goodness, that she was being baited.  I started to apologise, to explain by
her single finger pressed firmly over my lips warned me to keep quiet.  Her
right hand slid off my breast and crept back between my legs, her nails
scraping along my skin making me shiver involuntarily.  As her fingernails
flitted and scraped over my genitals, making me squirm with excitement, she
said defiantly "So I don't turn you on and I'm a lousy lover am I?  We'll
see just how much loving you can take, then, Jane.  I'm going to make you
scream with excitement and beg me to let you climax.  Your going to take
back those words and apologise, you erotic little hussy!"

   I sighed with the delightful things she was doing to me and with that
she began to pump the dildo in and out of me again while her hand and
fingers began to stroke, tease and pull my genitals.  I saw the look of
excited determination on her face and watched and felt Vanya gently tug on
each of the jewels alternately, both nipples feeling slightly sore but very
aroused.  In a very short time she had worked me up to the point where my
breathing was becoming ragged and still she kept driving the rubber dildo
in and out of me whilst all the time continuing to tease my nipples and
genitals.  The reflection of my sexy wife, the jewels dancing from the tips
of her own gorgeous breasts, ravishing the pretty blonde in rubber undies
that was me added a fair bit to the erotic loving which rose to an even
higher level as Vanya spoke in a sexy, throaty voice.

   "I love fucking you with my big, thick dildo, Jane.  I love the feeling
of it sliding in and out of your body, just as the other end is sliding
about inside me.  I love playing with your lovely breasts and, now they're
pieced, knowing that you belong to me.  You're going to be my love-slave
forever, Jane, and I'm going to make love to you like this whenever I want
to.  You will learn to love feeling my dildo inside you and you will be
begging for more by the time I'm finished.  I'm going to turn you into a
lesbian nymphomaniac and then I'm going to tease and excite you until you
beg to be fucked with my dildo.  I'm going to make every nerve in your body
so sensitive to my touch that I'll make you helpless with passion and
you'll scream out for relief from the excitement, the same excitement
you're starting to feel inside you now.  Tell me how it feels, Darling. 
Tell me how much you like me fucking you!"

   There was no hiding the erotic passion that Vanya had created for my
chest was panting and I couldn't keep my hips from their own involuntary
bucking in time with Vanya's movements.  My orgasm was close with all of
Vanya's attention and I heard myself saying "Fuck me, Vanya, fuck me
harder. Don't stop, please, just keep loving me as only you know how. 
Treat me like a whore with your big dildo.  Play with my breasts and my
clit - just don't stop what your doing to me.  I love you, Darling, and I
lied - your the best lover in the world and I don't ever want anybody else
because I belong completely to you.  Your my mistress and I'm your loving
rubber slave-girl and I always will be.  Keep loving me, fuck me, make my
body yours, just don't stop, Darling." By this time Vanya had me to such a
pitch of excitement that I found I was moaning between words as my whole
being centred around every touch from her hands and body.

   "Naughty slaves that tell lies should be punished, Jane.  I will have to
think of a suitable punishment for you," said Vanya, the happy lilt in her
voice offsetting the impact of her words, but she suddenly withdrew the
dildo from my body then took her hands away.  "Wait, Jane, while I think of
what I should do to you." I begged Vanya not to stop but she laughed and
pushed me to one side while she lay down on the bed.

   I was so near to climax that the frustration was almost unbearable so I
continued to beg "Please, Vanya, love me some more, please make me come."

   Vanya chuckled throatily, her eyes sparkling brightly with the power she
held over me, then said "I'm busy thinking, slave, but impale yourself on
my dildo while I do so." I was so incredibly aroused that I lost no time in
straddling Vanya's hips and impaling myself on the rigid black rubber
effigy that stood up from her hips.  As I began to rise and sink on the
dildo I felt the totally frustrating absence of Vanya's hands working on my
body.  Although the feeling of the dildo was exciting it didn't compare to
Vanya doing it to me or the incredible effects of her active hands.  It
wouldn't bring my orgasm any closer, it just hung there in the wings
waiting for Vanya to bring it full onto centre stage.

   I tried to stir Vanya into reaction by caressing her breasts, gently
teasing her nipples and pulling on the jewels piecing them but she
resolutely smiled at the ceiling.  I leaned forward and pressed my breasts
to hers, kissing each of her lips before slipping my tongue deep into her
mouth.  I was rewarded by feeling her arms reach up to hold me tightly to
her and, when the kiss broke and I began to lovingly bite the side of her
neck and her ears, heard her whisper softly.  "Perhaps it wasn't too
naughty, Jane, so maybe this is all you need this time," and her hand began
to gently spank my bottom, first one cheek then the other.  At first the
feeling was quite pleasant but as she continued in time with the movement
of my hips her slaps got harder and harder.  Just as I was about to ask her
to stop her left arm moved from around my shoulders and I felt her soft
hand slide onto my right breast.

   Vanya kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining deep in our mouths, as
she began to tease and carress my right breast and nipple as I was doing to
both of hers, all the while continuing to firmly spank my bottom.  I knew
both of my cheeks must be glowing with the heat Vanya's slaps had caused
but the ecstacy of the kiss and the feeling she was creating with her
caresses stopped the hurt seeming to matter.  At last we broke the kiss and
Vanya smiled lovingly up at me.  In a very husky voice that betrayed just
how turned on she was, Vanya said "I'm also going to work on your masochism
as well as your femininity, Darling.  Already your starting to like me
hurting you a little aren't you?" I was surprised by her words and was
going to deny it but she suddenly pinched my nipple between her fingers. 
As I gasped at the soreness I realised that there was also an excitement
amidst the hurt.  "Just tell me yes, Jane.  Tell me you like me teaching
you how nice it is to feel a little pain when I want to give it to you. 
Tell me that you like whatever I do to you." With that she stopped her
spanking and brought her other hand up to caress and squeeze my left nipple
as well.  I gasped slightly as the mild but exciting pain danced through my
breasts then Vanya added "Tell me NOW, Darling or I'm going to tie you up
in the playroom and leave you unsatisfied."

   All of the time Vanya had been spanking me and squeezing my nipples I
had remained just below my climax and that frustration was the real agony
that I was suffering.  The thought of not reaching an orgasm was horrific
so the words poured out without volition.  "Yes, Vanya, I love you teaching
me to like anything you want.  I do like you spanking me and pinching my
nipples.  I'll do and like anything you want but please make me come now.
Hurt me if you want to but please give me relief.  I don't know what you've
done to me but I've never wanted you as much as I do now so please make me
come." Vanya smiled and released her grip on my nipples then began to
gently roll them back and forth in her fingers, the sensuous touch feeling
incredibly erotic compared with the pain she had caused in them.

   Vanya rolled me over onto my back and stayed on top of me, the dildo
remaining deep inside my body.  She looked down at me lovingly.  "I want
you to learn and remember that I'm responsible for everything you feel,
Jane.  You are going to love everything that I do to you whether it is soft
and gentle or wild and way-out.  Most of all you will learn not to question
it but just to accept and enjoy everything that I do to you.  Always
remember that, no matter what, I love you Jane and won't really harm you.
You belong to me completely now and you will have to learn to like what I
like, but I will also make sure that you get your excitement from it as
well.  Now, let me concentrate on fucking you to the best orgasm that you
have ever felt."

   "Oh!  Yes, Vanya," was all I could say as she knelt up and hoisted my
rubber-clad ankles onto her shoulders.  She slid her knees forward on
either side of my hips, all the time trying to keep the dildo at its full
depth inside me.  Vanya's hips resumed their earlier rhythm and, while her
left hand flitted between my nipples causing delight to both, her other
hand slid down over my corsetted waist to my groin.  Vanya scraped her
fingernails up and down the insides of my thighs, causing goosepimples with
each touch, before doing the same over the loose skin between my legs.  I
groaned with the excitement that only she could create in me, trying to
push my hips up to her teasing hand but Vanya was determined to taunt me as
long as possible so she withdrew her hand momentarily.  Her smouldering
eyes told me how turned on she was as well, while her smiling lips asked
"You can't get enough of my dildo, can you Jane?  Is that why you can't
keep still?"

   I gave her the answer she wanted, saying "I need your loving, Vanya,
please fuck me harder.  Fuck me faster, please Darling." Vanya increased
the tempo of her hips and her breathing became slightly erratic, showing
that her excitement was rising as fast as mine.  I reached up to roll both
of her nipples between my fingers and was rewarded by her sigh of
satisfaction and feeling her fingers begin caressing my aching member.  As
Vanya squeezed and rolled the head with her right hand she took hold of
both jewels with her left and began to gently tug and tease my nipples.  I
groaned again with the excitement she was causing then felt her right hand
begin to double its efforts and effects on me.

   I gasped as waves of incredible pleasure began to build up deep in my
stomach and spread throughout my body, realising even at that point that
this would be an orgasm like no other.  I was vaguely aware that my head
was thrashing from side to side but I was unable to focus on anything
except the unbelievable increase in excitement as the waves of pleasure
continued to balloon inside me.  The waves seemed to grow without end until
suddenly my orgasm burst like a volcano inside me, the feeling exceeding
anything I had ever known.  It seemed to go on and on pounding through my
body, with me slowly becoming aware that the screams of delight I could
hear were my own.  After a timeless peak of almost unbearable pleasure the
waves started to recede and I collapsed back onto the bed with every muscle
in my body suddenly relaxing after their intense contractions.  As though
in the distance I watched Vanya rapidly speed up the movements of her hips
then vaguely heard her moans of satisfaction as her own climax wracked
through her body.

   As my senses returned I found Vanya collapsed along the length of my
body, her head resting on my left breast and her breathing slowing down to
normal.  With enormous effort I lifted my arms to hold her head and body to
me.  It was several minutes before I could begin to think straight and,
when I could I said "Vanya, my wonderful Darling wife, that was the most
incredible feeling I have ever felt in my life.  I have never known an
orgasm so intense or to last so long.  How can I ever be satisfied with
less now that you have shown me how good things can be?  I love you very
much, but I also hate you a bit because I am so addicted to you and
dependent on everything you create in me."

   Vanya laughed softly and quietly and held me tightly.  "Yes, my
Darling....which is just as I intended you should be.  The only problem is
that in the same way I can only be satisfied through you!  I am now in
constant need of excitement and even the tremendous climaxes don't seem to
give me any rest from the wanting.  Perhaps we are both becoming
nymphomaniacs!  We both need each other equally as much." Vanya sighed with
deep satisfaction and, still keeping the dildo inside me, rolled us onto
our sides.  We lay there caressing and talking softly for quite a while. 
Vanya told me that part of my old annoying masculine ways had been to
refuse to recognise my own masochism and, whilst she wasn't going to really
hurt me, she was going to make sure I gave in to her control and enjoyed
everything she would do to me.

   The incredible peace and tranquility was wonderful after the intensity
of sexual tension and we luxuriated in holding each other in total restful
love.  We both knew that our love for each other had grown to an even
higher level once again, and I certainly knew that I could never do without
the love of this wonderful woman who was my wife and now my slave-mistress.
If that meant spending the rest of my life as a woman for her then I was
more than willing.  I was and always had been her slave emotionally; to be
her physical slave would merely be an extension into the physical world,
although it was obvious now that she also demanded my mental subservience.

   Vanya continued to murmur softly "I also want to learn how to control
your orgasm so that I can make it last as long as I want and also make you
have multiple climaxes like you do to me.  I don't know if it's possible
but that last one was much longer than the one before so I'll keep on
trying."

   She kissed me softly on the neck, making me sigh with delight, then
continued "The first opportunity we both have to go to Europe or America we
are going to spend lots of time looking for new toys together.  I'm going
to buy you lots of rubber clothes and plenty of new bondage gear - and I'm
going to make sure you try them all on in the shops for size!  I'm also
going to take you to a tattooist and have him put `Jane belongs to Vanya'
on your breast so that you will never have any doubts."

   I shivered at the thought of being tattooed and said, equally quietly,
"I don't need that message engraved on my skin to know it, Darling.  The
shape of my new body, my pierced nipples and shapely breasts, as well as
the craving and love I hold inside all tell me that only too well.  I love
you and need you and belong totally to you exactly as you wanted."

   In a mock-serious tone she conceded "Perhaps you may not need to be
tattooed after all but I quite fancy the idea.  I'll make up my mind about
that when we get there." Vanya bit my neck playfully, taking the sting out
of her words, then began to gently chew on my earlobe, her tongue flicking
at my earrings.  Although they were also newly-pierced there was no pain,
just a very faint burning feeling which was hardly noticable.  We lay
together, gently caressing and enjoying each other for quite some time
before Vanya slowly slipped the dildo from my body.  With a final stroke of
my breasts she pulled away and rolled onto her back.

   "Come on, Jane.  It's time for me to get a shower, although you don't
look as though you need one.  Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up,
then you can tidy your make-up." Vanya wriggled to the edge of our
rubber-covered queen sized bed, stood up and left the bedroom whilst I
somehow found the energy to get to my feet to go to the bathroom.  There I
used the toilet and bidet, towelled myself dry and stood up.  I caught
sight of my reflection in the mirror and again marvelled at the incredible
transition from male to female, and was also surprised by the smile I had
seen on my face which echoed complete physical and mental satisfaction.  I
couldn't help studying my body in the mirror, examining the sexy swell of
my breasts or watching the jewels dance from the end of my large pierced
nipples.  I heard Vanya return to the bedroom just as I left the bathroom.

   "Hello, darling Jane," greeted Vanya with a loving smile.  "I made us a
cup of tea - although you're MY slave I don't mind doing something for you
now and again!" Her friendly eyes as she handed me a mug exposed the words
for the teasing it was intended to be.  "Here is today's booster pill as
well.  Swallow it now, please." I did as she asked, the large round pill
sliding awkwardly down my throat then thanked her for the tea as she went
into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

   Sitting down at the dressing table, I sipped my tea and heard Vanya turn
on the shower, all the while subconsciously going over the amazing events
of the last 48 hours- my first two days as a woman.  It was so incredible,
even on reflection, that it seemed like a dream, but the feminine image in
the mirror reminded me constantly that all of it was real.  Ending the
daydream, I put down the cup and took out the make-up bag from the drawer
in front of me.  Not really knowing what I was doing yet I used cream,
powder, lipstick and comb as best I could and didn't seem to be making too
bad a job.  Several times my arms brushed or bumped my new breasts, their
presence still being so new to me, making the sexy jewelry bounce and sway.
As I finished and fiddled the pretty rubber half-cup bra into its proper
position from the disarray of our love-making, Vanya walked naked back into
the bedroom.  Her beautiful body was glowing warmly from the hot shower and
her hand held the rubber undies she had already washed.

   "Well done, Jane.  You've made a fairly good job of your make-up, but
I'll give you a hand with your hair in a minute.  While I get dressed I
want you to make the bed and put these clothes away," and with that she
threw her undies into my lap then put her earrings and nipple jewelry onto
the dressing table.  I did as she said, putting all the garments that lay
around neatly into their places, secretly admiring and looking forward to
wearing the wide variety of clothes that Vanya had bought for my new
wardrobe.  As I made the bed I watched my wife stretch a fresh pair of
white latex panties about her hips then clip a lowcut white rubber bra into
place.  She followed this with a soft latex half-slip before sitting at the
dressing table and quickly and deftly doing her face and hair.  She looked
so lovely it made my heart ache with love for her.

   Finishing her beautification, Vanya looked at me in the mirror, saying
"Come and sit here, Darling, and I'll do your hair now." I went over and
sat on the stool as she picked up the brush.  Her closeness, her perfume
combined with the sultry smell of pure latex, all made me wrap my arms
around her rubber-clad hips and press my head against her breasts.  Vanya
held and caressed me for a moment then told me to sit up so that she could
do things properly.  I did as she asked then watched carefully as my hair
was quickly rearranged into the style Vanya wanted.  The hairbrush was
exchanged for a soft make-up brush with which she finished off my face to
her satisfaction.

   Reaching down to my breasts Vanya carefully unclipped the jewels from
the tiny tubes through my nipples and put them away in a drawer.  She also
took out a small brown bottle into which she dipped a piece of cotton wool.
Vanya then swabbed around both my nipples, the icy coldness of the surgical
spirit feeling heavenly on my slightly sore teats.  She repeated the task
on my earlobes to my equal delight, telling me that all the piercings would
heal quickly with the antibiotic cream she had used.

   Once the dressing table was cleared Vanya led me over to the wardrobe,
from which she took a pair of black latex panties.  After rolling up the
waist she held them open and told me to step into them.  As I did I saw
what looked like a large dummy moulded into the crotch but it was soon
hidden as Vanya pulled and stretched the tight rubber up my legs.  Once
they were almost in place I was ordered to bend forward at the waist and
when I did Vanya lubricated the dummy with saliva then pushed under the
crotch of the panties to slide the dummy gently into me.  After stretching
the sides of the panties high onto my hips Vanya unrolled the rest of the
garment into place.  It was a tight fit on me, like a pantie-girdle,
trapping the dummy deep into my body.  The dummy wasn't at all
uncomfortable, being much smaller than the dildo Vanya had used, and a fair
bit shorter, but I would remain aware of its presence inside me.  "That
will just remind you that I like you to be penetrated, in the same way you
have often left me with a dildo inside in the past.  Now let's try this
petticoat for size."

   The slip was of very thin pink latex with a shaped bust and ruched
trimming around the hem.  With Vanya's help the cool rubber was soon over
my head and body, the thin straps resting on my shoulders, and she settled
it around my waist and hips.  It was obvious from the fit that this was
another garment that Vanya had had made for me.  Vanya told me to sit on
the edge of the bed and take off my boots, and it was with great relief
that I removed the punishing high heels to stretch the strain from my
calves.  Vanya laughed at me wriggling my ankles, saying "Don't worry,
Jane. You'll soon get used to wearing high heels, but for now you can try
these," and with that she passed me a pair of black shoes with a low slim
heel.  When I put them on and stood up I found they were sheer delight
after the stiletto boots.  While I got used to them Vanya took out a long
red cotton skirt, undid the side zip and helped me into it before re-doing
the zip and closing the waist hook.  Next came a black satin blouse with
long full sleeves and a high neck, which I slid my arms into before Vanya
fastened the many tiny buttons down the back.  "All you need now is some
jewelry.  Let's see how this looks," and Vanya slipped a gold chain with a
long red pendant attached around my neck and did up the clasp.

   Vanya opened her jewelry box and took out a large gold bracelet and
snapping it round my left wrist said "When they were first popular they
were known as slave-bracelets so it seems quite appropriate for you,
Darling." I had no comment to make.

   "That's you looking respectable, Jane, so now you can help me," said
Vanya closing my wardrobe and opening hers.  She took out a long cotton
dress with red and black patterns, opened the back zip and stepped into it.
Once she had lifted it into place I pulled up the zip for her and admired
how it complimented her slim figure.  Vanya selected high heeled red court
shoes and when she stepped into them her eyes were almost level with mine.
She smiled at me then and quietly said "Now we both look respectable enough
to go out for a meal, don't we Jane?"

   I almost panicked at her words but my reply was overtaken by Vanya
continuing "We haven't got anything in to eat, Darling, and you will have
to get used to going out in public as a woman so now seems as good an
opportunity as any.  Besides, if you don't do exactly as you're told I'm
going to suspend you in the playroom all night - and you won't eat until
you go to a restaurant.  Is that what you would prefer?" She stared at me,
waiting for an answer, knowing all the time how much I had hated the aches
and pains she had caused when she had left me hanging helpless in a
concoction of straps for several hours once.  It had been even worse than
the single glove and she knew she could hold the threat of its use over me.

   Once I shook my head she triumphantly took her handbag from her bedside
table then took a small red shoulderbag from my wardrobe.  Passing the
latter to me Vanya said "I think there's everything in there that you will
need, so let's go.  I want to go to that little chinese restaurant - it
will be nice and quiet tonight and it's dark enough in there for you to
learn to relax." With my heart in my mouth I was led down into the garage,
seated in the car and off we went.  At least it was almost dark and I found
myself relaxing a little so I took the opportunity to examine the contents
of my handbag, finding cosmetics and tissues only.  It seemed strange not
to be carrying money, keys or any of the usual things I had always carried
as a man when we went out.

   Vanya parked the car unnecessarily far away from the big shopping centre
and enjoyed watching me squirm at the thought of the long walk, although
her voice was filled with understanding and compassion.  "Try not to be
silly, Jane.  You really do look nice and nobody would ever guess that you
weren't born a woman.  There's no hint of anything less than total
femininity - and that is how its going to stay!  Come on, I'm hungry."
Vanya got out of the car and waited patiently for me to pluck up enough
courage to do the same.  She took my hand and we walked towards the
entrance, our heels clicking in unison on the concrete.

   The bright lights from the doorway increased my doubts and I began to
walk slower but a quick tug from Vanya ensured I kept up.  At that time of
the evening the centre had few people and for that I was thankful.  It had
always been natural as husband and wife to walk hand in hand, but I
suddenly realised that it might look funny for two girls to do it!  I tried
to let go of Vanya's hand, explaining that it could seem odd, but Vanya
ignored my fears and continued to hold me.  We made our way to the
restaurant where Vanya asked for a quiet table for two and we were soon
seated in a softly lit booth towards the back where I began to relax.

   I was grateful when Vanya ordered for both of us for at least I didn't
have to talk to the waiter.  The meal was superb and, after all our
lovemaking, we both did justice to the fine cooking, although the tight
waist-cincher made sure I didn't eat too much.  During one of the courses
Vanya took a small bottle from her handbag and sprinkled some of the white
powder from it over my meal.  When I asked what it was she told me "It's
just your daily dose of female hormone, Darling, the same as I've been
giving you for over a month now."

   Again I was surprised at how much Vanya had been planning my conversion
and questioned what would have happened if I had refused to accept the role
she had organised for me.  "Darling Jane, you're so naive sometimes," she
chuckled.  "You said yourself it's my weekend and I was determined to dress
you up and bring you out in public, even if you had kicked and screamed
against it!" In a soft, conspirital murmer she continued "I really was
prepared for it to be difficult but I never dared hope it would be as easy
as it was, or that in such a short space of time I could pierce even your
ears.  To think I have given you breasts - and pierced your nipples already
-is beyond anything I could have wished for, my lovely, sexy slave!" I was
beginning to see the incredible extent of Vanya'sdetermination that I was
up against.  Whilst some of the things that had happened I wasn't too
pleased with at the time, I was feeling an exhilaration which I couldn't
explain to myself, but salved my conscience by thinking that Vanya would
have had her way whatever I had done.

   We shared a bottle of wine which went staight to my head and I soon
found myself totally relaxed with Vanya.  She was always my perfect
companion and tonight she was exceptional company, mixing advice on how to
behave like a lady - "Be careful with the napkin, you don't want to smudge
your lipstick", some gentle teasing and a lot of general, easy
conversation. Several times she asked how I liked my dummy and I told her
that it wasn't uncomfortable but I was constantly aware of it, particularly
like then when I was sitting down on it.  She chuckled each time she asked,
knowing I couldn't do anything about it without her help.  I was almost
sorry when the meal came to an end but even sorrier when I found I had to
go to the toilet.  I told Vanya of my predicament to which she laughed
softly, wriggled out of the booth and reached for my hand.

   "Come on, Jane.  I could do with the loo as well," and she led me across
the restaurant to the toilets.  Several of the tables were full now and
people glanced at us as we passed, which raised a flush to my face, but
brought none of the comments I had been subconsciously expecting.  Vanya
pushed open the door of the 'Ladies' and I jerked to a stop, then realising
that I certainly couldn't use the other one, meekly followed her in.  The
room was, thankfully, empty and Vanya pushed me to one of the open doors,
telling me not to be too long or to start 'playing with myself'.

   I struggled to hold up the long skirt and slip as I pulled down the
tight rubber panties, all the while trying to suppress the rustle and slap
of the rubber clothes.  I heard Vanya giggle in the booth next door, but
the pressure in my bladder made me press on as fast as I could.  At last my
relief was complete and I began to pull up the panties.  The dummy slipped
easily inside me again and I dropped the slip and skirt about my legs.

   After flushing the toilet I unlocked the door to find Vanya waiting for
me with a big grin on her face.  "Rubber sure is noisy in public isn't it,
Jane?" she giggled.  Drying our hands together, Vanya added that I should
touch up my lipstick and as I took it out of my bag, the door opened to
admit a large, portly woman and a smaller companion who smiled at us both
and went straight into the toilets.  Slightly shaken by the interruption, I
had difficulty with the lipstick, which was enjoyed by Vanya to the
fullest. "What a lovely lipstick that is, Jane "said Vanya quite loudly. 
"What shade is it?" Her impish smile and sparkling eyes showed how much she
was enjoying my embarrassment.

   Looking at the label on the bottom of the lipstick I quietly answered
"Love-slave" in a falsetto voice, but there was no noise from the occupied
toilets.

   Vanya chuckled at her choice of lipstick, adding "How appropriate,"
equally loudly, and thankfully led us out of the toilet and back to our
seats.  We finished our wine while Vanya cheerfully told me she had
searched long and hard for my lipstick with its peculiar name, then at last
she asked for the bill.  It was soon paid and we made our way out of the
restaurant and back into the brightly-lit shopping centre.

   Vanya was obviously in no hurry for she made sure we sauntered along
looking in the various shops.  She stopped at the window of a ladies
underwear store and chatted about the various clothing on display, knowing
how unnecessarily embarrassed I was feeling.  "Don't worry so much,
Darling. I'll soon have you going into shops like these to buy pretty
things for me.  I'm going to keep you in rubber undies, though," she said,
pushing her hip hard against mine, knowingly.

   At last we reached the exit and made our way across to the car.  Safe in
the passenger seat, I was more than happy to be going home although the
meal and my public 'airing' had been considerably less of a trial than
anticipated and, in many ways, quite exciting.  Vanya continued to chat
pleasantly on the way home, complimenting me on my behaviour and telling me
how feminine I looked and acted, but I was only completely happy once we
were safely inside our garage.  We made our way up to the lounge and once
the curtains were drawn Vanya threw her arms around me, pulled my body hard
to hers and kissed me long and deeply.

   "What a wonderful evening that was, Jane.  I felt so turned on having
you opposite me in a restaurant, looking so sexy and feminine.  Knowing you
had the dummy deep inside you beneath your rubber undies was our special
secret and its kept me on a high all the time.  I kept looking at your
breasts and thinking about your hard nipples with the stretcher bars
through them and a couple of times I nearly leaned over to feel them."



   "It's funny you know," she continued in a reflective voice.  "I don't
fancy making love to another woman so I'm not a lesbian but having you, my
husband, as MY woman turns me on more than I thought possible.  Watching
you tonight with all those people around us and knowing you were totally in
my control, I almost had an orgasm at one point.  I was wet the whole
evening so I was glad of my rubber panties." Vanya kissed me again, deep
and long, her passion telling me of the truth of her words, her right hand
stealing up to gently caress my breast through the satin blouse and latex
slip.

   When we broke the kiss we were both slightly breathless and now she had
turned me on as well.  Her brightly smiling eyes stared into mine as she
pulled me down to sit on the sofa beside her, then asked "Darling, how
about you?  I know you felt embarrassed, especially when I deliberately
made it worse, but do you still accept that you are my slave-girl and will
have to do whatever I say, or do you want to try and change things back
again?  Please be totally honest."

   The question was completely unexpected and I had to think for a minute
before I could reply, Vanya patiently staring deep into my eyes while I
thought.  At last I answered "Vanya, tonight I felt scared and more
embarrassed than I have ever been, but also quite exhilarated by what we
were doing.  You know now that I love cross-dressing and I must admit that
you have made so many of my wildest dreams come true.  Although you have
taken total control of me, and it worries me a bit that I never know what
your going to do next, the excitement you create in me is more than I've
ever known.  I have always loved you and enjoyed fully making love with
you, but its never been as good as you've made it in the last couple of
days.  I do worry a bit about the future: will we be caught out in some
way, mostly whether you'll tire of me as a woman and fall in love with
someone else, maybe if I'll begin to hate being a woman or being dominated
by you.  Only time will answer those questions, but right now I love being
yours and being with you.  I love what you have done to me and the way you
dress me and I can't wait to make love with you again.  I love you, my
wonderful Vanya"

   Vanya sighed happily and smiled warmly into my eyes.  "Thank you for
being honest, Darling.  Don't worry about me ever leaving you, I've never
been happier in my life.  I thought I would have to do something drastic if
you were still going to fight me but, as you're not, I think a little
reward is called for in a minute.  Just remember though, if you ever hate
me dominating you or being dressed as I want you to be, that is your hard
luck because I am going to keep things the way I want them.  It's my
weekend in charge, and this weekend is going to last for the rest of our
lives!  You're never going to get the chance to get your own back on me,"
she added with a soft laugh.  "Now, go and get us both a glass of wine."

   I mulled over Vanya's words as I opened a bottle of dry wine from the
fridge, being careful not to damage my still slightly unfamiliar long
nails. Whilst many of the experiences of the last two days had been
frighteningly unique, I had never known such excitement or satisfaction.  I
realised that the last 48 hours had changed my life completely and I was
willing to take my chances on the future - I could never exist anyway
without the love of my wonderful Vanya.

   When I had filled our glasses and we had both had a few sips Vanya
pulled me to her and kissed me again.  She slipped her hand under my blouse
and began to squeeze and caress my breasts through the rubber slip, gently
teasing my nipples which were much less sore now.  There was no doubt how
much she could excite me by fondling those obvious signs of my enforced
womanhood, nor could I hope to hide from this wonderful woman what she was
doing to me.

   Without even thinking what I was doing, I slipped my hand inside the
neckline of Vanya's dress to stroke her breast over the soft latex of her
bra, and was rewarded by the sudden intake of her breath as she sucked
against my mouth.  After a few moments caressing each other, Vanya suddenly
broke the kiss.  Slightly breathless, her face carrying the flush of
mounting excitement, she pulled my hand from her dress and withdrew her own
from my blouse.  She unclipped the bracelet from my wrist then undid the
pendant from around my neck, placed them on the coffee table, and pulled me
down onto her lap.  Both hands worked their way down my back undoing the
tiny buttons then she pushed me up again to remove the black satin blouse
completely.  In return I tried to remove Vanya's dress but once it was
unzipped she pulled away.

   "Let's do things properly, Jane, and go to bed.  Go to the toilet now,
but leave those panties on." Vanya's flushed face confirmed the controlled
excitement in her voice and, as I left for the bathroom, I saw her slide
out of her dress.  Finished with my ablutions I re-inserted the dummy and
adjusted the tight rubber panties before washing my hands and cleaning my
teeth.  I picked up my skirt and the soft latex slip and went through to
the bedroom.  As I was hanging them up in my wardrobe I heard the other
toilet flush and was soon joined by Vanya, wearing only her tight, white
rubber panties.

   She opened her wardrobe, saying "I promised you a reward, Darling, so
let's see how you like this." The item in question was a soft, triangular
black rubber bag which Vanya pushed into my groin inside my panties.  She
wriggled and pushed on the bag until it was tight between my legs, touching
the dummy, and completely covering my genitals.  The bag had some liquid in
it for my panties had quite a bulge when she had finished, and I also saw a
thin black wire which just protruded over the waistband of my panties.

   Vanya drew a second bag from her wardrobe which she similarly inserted
inside her own panties, saying "It's called a `love-bag' Jane and we can
both try them at the same time.  Leave your bra and corset on but you can
take off your stockings." While I sat on the edge of the bed and did so I
watched Vanya slide a full-length nightie of pale green rubber over her
head, the material rustling loudly as it slithered down her body.  When I
finished Vanya brought over the beautiful white rubber nightie she had
dressed me in before and helped me into it, her hands flitting excitingly
over my body as she did so.

   Throwing back the duvet Vanya ordered me into bed and while I did so she
removed the false front of the bed's headboard.  Some time ago I had made a
stocks-type of structure into which I could secure Vanya's hands or feet
and had hidden this from general view with the cover.  My concern that it
was going to be used on me was confirmed when Vanya opened the wooden frame
and ordered me to place my arms into the soft, rubber-lined grooves.  With
some hesitation I did so and she clamped the top board down, trapping my
wrists, before snapping a padlock into the hasp.  Having built the device I
knew there was no escape without her releasing me.  "Now, my beautiful
love-slave," said Vanya huskily.  "I have you totally at my mercy once
again.  I'm going to start work on teaching your body how to enjoy multiple
orgasms but, as you might find it a little painful in the process, I don't
want you trying to escape from the clutches of the love-bag."

   Satisfied that I was helpless Vanya went back to her wardrobe and
returned with a black box with dials and knobs which she placed on the
nightstand.  She plugged a lead from the box into a power-socket then drew
out a long black wire and knelt on the bed beside me.  The hem of my
nightie was pulled up and Vanya plugged the end of the wire into the bit
that poked out of the top of my panties then clipped it back under the
waistband .  "That's you connected up so now for me," said Vanya, pulling
out a second wire from the box.

   "The woman in New York who invented the love-bag is a total lesbian,"
Vanya told me.  "When I bought these two for us I tried one out and I had a
job keeping her hands off me.  It was only when I told her we were happily
married and that the second bag was for you did she leave me alone." Vanya
knew just how to make me jealous and, having done so, continued to tease.
"The love-bag is fantastic and it was quite exciting to climax in a shop in
front of another woman.  Anyway, the first thing I have to do is find what
feels best for you.  Just tell me when it reaches the nicest tingle, Jane."
Vanya pressed a switch and a button then began to slowly turn one of
several knobs on the box.  A faint vibration began at the bottom of the bag
where it pressed against the dummy and got faster then slower as Vanya
moved the knob.  There was one point where the feeling was best and Vanya
pressed a button at that setting when I told her.

   The vibration stopped then, at the press of a button, another started,
this time much higher in the bag over the top of my genitals.  Again I told
Vanya of the right setting and that switched off so that she could set the
third and fourth vibrators placed midway between the other two.  "That is
set up for you now, Darling.  I've already found the settings I like so now
we can have some fun.  I think I'll start with you," Vanya said
meaningfully and lay on the bed beside me.  She cuddled my head in the
crook of her arm, her fingertips just caressing my nipple and she kissed me
wetly and deeply while her other hand began to stroke up and down the
inside of my thighs through the thin soft latex.  In no time at all she had
me aroused and, with a soft chuckle of satisfied delight, reached over to
press one of the buttons on the box.  With only a faint buzz all three
vibrators came to life, the vibrations rippling back and forth between my
legs and I sighed at the feeling which was much stronger than when Vanya
had set them.  Turning a knob, she increased the intensity of the
vibrations then kissed me deeply again.  Feelings grew rapidly inside me
and, after several minutes of this delightful tingling, Vanya did something
to the box and the vibrations changed so that the motors were slowly
pulsing in unison.  Vanya increased the intensity again and I groaned with
the activity between my legs that seemed to affect every nerve in my body.

   After a while I realized that my hips were driving up and down in time
with the pulses and Vanya pressed a leg between mine to push my thighs
apart.  She rolled on top of me, pressing her rubber-clad hips against mine
to press the two love-bags together.  She brought both of her hands onto my
breasts to squeeze and caress them, a finger atop each nipple to tease me
further.  The vibrators had brought me to just below a climax and Vanya was
skillfully holding me there.  I was helpless to do anything but Vanya saw
my occasional attempts to free my arms and laughed softly.  "There is no
escape, Jane, from your bondage or the love-bag unless I permit it and I'm
not going to free you for quite a while.  Now perhaps you'll realise that I
can use the love-bag as a reward or a punishment now that I know your
settings.  I can keep you excited but unsatisfied all night if I want to
and then you'll promise me anything as you beg me for release.  Tonight,
the love-bag is for pleasure so let's see how much you can take," Vanya
whispered huskily and adjusted a knob to increase the pulses a little more
and take me even closer to orgasm, but still not quite there.

   I groaned loudly as my body was wracked with the wonderful feelings the
vibrations were causing, every nerve seeming to be teased and excited at
once.  "Vanya, I love you," I managed to say between gasps and was rewarded
by her kissing me again and doubling her attention to my breasts.  Even the
slight soreness of my nipples under Vanya's fingers was a delight and I
pushed my chest against her hands in counterpoint to my hips as they
pounded against hers.  Vanya's mouth moved from mine, nibbling at my
earlobe before moving down to kiss and suck the side of my throat.  The
suction of her mouth was sheer bliss but I wondered momentarily if she
would leave a mark.

   One more press of a button on the box and the vibrations began to ripple
back and forth as well as grow and fade, this time to an even greater
intensity.  I screamed against Vanya's mouth as the waves took me each time
up to the point of orgasm without releasing the climax.  After a minute or
so of this divine torture Vanya tweaked up the waves a little more and I
was pulsating over the climax and back, my body totally in tune to the
vibrations and my head thrashing from side to side with the intensity of
the feeling.  It was as though my body could take no more for suddenly my
climax erupted throughout my body in a wave bigger than I had ever known
and I screamed with the agony of pure pleasure.  Instead of disappearing,
though, it held at the peak for quite a while, faded quickly then hit me
again and I screamed once more.  It happened a third time, rising even
higher before finally fading very slowly away.

   I was totally drained of energy and was only vaguely aware of Vanya
turning off the vibrators.  As I lay exhausted I felt Vanya kiss me and
murmur, as though in a dream, in my ear "Goodnight my darling slave.  You
belong to me forever." I was also vaguely aware at some stage of Vanya
moaning in delight beside me as her own love-bag came to life, but I must
have fallen into the deepest, dreamless sleep I have ever known well before
she finished.

   
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