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   Battling through late Friday afternoon traffic was never my favourite
pastime and it had been a very busy but highly successful week.  I thought
of the hard work Vanya and I had put into creating our small and highly
profitable company and wondered yet again if it was time we employed
someone to run it.  We could then spend more time doing what we liked best:
being with each other.  While I usually ran the local operation, Vanya was
often overseas on short trips organising deals and imports, although I know
she loved the chance to travel.  On every trip my wife managed to find a
couple of sexy toys or clothing to enhance our lovelife and our reunions
were always eagerly anticipated by both of us.

   That thought made me realise that her last 4-day trip to Europe had not
yielded the usual item or two, although she had brought back a large extra
bag.  I idly wondered what could be in it, the interesting possibilities
leading me to reflect on our love-life.  It was well over a year ago that I
introduced us to bondage and she had taken to it like a duck to water.  She
had insisted from the start that she would give as good as she got, so I
had to be very careful - the next occasion could find me in quite a
predicament!  Vanya found it so stimulating, and her excitement was equally
shared by me, that we agreed to only using bondage and domination at
weekends, the roles reversing each time.  Our big frustrations had come on
those odd occasions when something would interfere with a planned weekend,
but we had soon learned to cope and prevent those problems.  Neither of us
have close relatives and our friends soon learned we were usually 'away' or
'busy' over the weekends.  At first, one of us was bound for a day or an
evening at a time but, with time, things had often become a whole two-day
affair.

   I reflected on how I had restrained Vanya last weekend and teased her
unmercifully before each orgasm, knowing how to excite every part of her
body although, I reflected in curiosity, of late she had been harder to
arouse than she originally was.  I knew it was her turn to take control
tonight and wondered what her incredibly inventive mind had dreamed up.  A
couple of weeks ago she had tied me to the bed and sucked me to a rampant
erection.  Next she wrapped a rubber bandage tightly round the root of my
genitals so that I remained rigid, brought me to orgasm then spent the next
two hours riding me.  And that had just been the start to the weekend! 
Remembering the events made me feel incredibly horny and I was surprised
that I didn't get the usual erection such reflections usually created.

   The daydreaming made the journey home surprisingly short, for I suddenly
found myself turning into the end of the lane which led up to our house.  I
stopped the car to buy some flowers for Vanya then began the long climb to
the top of the hill.  I turned in through the gates and pressed the gadget
on the dashboard to close them behind me, then pressed another to open the
garage doors.  We certainly wouldn't be needing the car again tonight. 
After finding the internal doors locked I closing the garage from the
outside and made my way round to the front of our house then climbed the
short flight of steps up to the door.

   As I reached for the bell the door swung open and Vanya's hand proffered
a glass of wine to me, the frosting on the glass showing how cold it was.
"Hello, darling, welcome home," greeted Vanya as she took my briefcase and
shut the door behind me.  She dropped the case and threw her arms round my
neck to kiss me hard, then told me "It's been a long day - I couldn't wait
for you to get home.  Thank you for the lovely flowers." Grasping my hand
Vanya led me into the the bedroom, with me trying to sip my wine as we
went.

   Vanya turned with a smile and unbuttoned my shirt then undid my belt and
zip to let my trousers drop around my ankles.  Whilst I kicked off my shoes
she told me "You have a shower to freshen up then we will take time for a
sundowner before dinner.  Go on, get a move on," her smile softening her
bossy attitude.  I kissed her and told her how much I loved her and always
looked forward to coming home to her, then flicked off my socks and pants
and went into the bathroom to run the shower.

   Vanya was right, the shower was good for me, the hot and cold water
sloughing off all the tension and tiredness of the day and leaving me fresh
and wide awake.  I went back into the bedroom to find Vanya had cleared
away my clothes and had changed into a white full-length rubber caftan robe
and was holding another open for me.  "Slip into this, it will put you in
the mood for later.  It will also match mine, Darling." I needed no
prompting - rubber clothing was a special weakness of mine which Vanya had
rapidly grown to love just as much.  She knew how I liked the feeling of
this caftan, so I slid my arms into its cool sleeves and Vanya did up the
zip for me.  The rustle of both robes as we walked through the lounge and
onto the patio was music to both our ears and, with our arms about each
other we settled onto the swing hammock for a drink and chat about the
events of the day.  As always, looking down over the lights of the town far
below us created a feeling of solitude and comfortable isolation.

   Feeling totally unwound and at peace I later helped Vanya with the
dinner, a light but satisfying meal made even better by my wife's
enchanting company.  It was always so relaxing to be with her even after
several years of marriage, and we discussed many things over the meal as
the day finally faded into night.  When we were ready we cleared up the
table and tidied the kitchen.  As we finished Vanya slipped both arms round
my neck, kissed me and, with a mischievous grin, announced it was time for
her show to begin.  "I hope you hadn't forgotten that this weekend it's my
turn in charge," she added archly.  As if I could!

   "Of course not, Gorgeous," I replied.  "I've wondered several times
during the week what you would be planning and I hope your going to be
gentle with me." I knew, as we both did, that bondage, with its discomfort,
and domination with its frustration, were always within our unspoken rules
that nobody would get hurt.  At first, Vanya sometimes liked to be spanked,
and this was probably the nearest thing to pain we had ever inflicted on
each other, although the severity of our bondage often produced its own
unique pain.

   Love-filled eyes smiled into mine.  "Don't worry, Dave, this weekend is
going to be very genteel and feminine.  Very feminine indeed.  Now, come
down to the playroom." Vanya took my hand again and led the way to one of
the three underground rooms we had included in the design of the house,
only later realising what fun could be had in it.  We had made many
additions to the walls, floor and ceiling in the form of rings, bolts and
brackets such that despite Vanya's decorating skills which softened the
room, it still looked like a medieval dungeon.  A bed, wardrobe, cupboards,
bath and toilet completed all we needed in our special sex-haven.

   Once inside Vanya removed my robe and dropped it on the bed, picking up
a black rubber tube which I recognised, for I had put it on her a few
months back.  I pretended to groan at having to wear it, but Vanya slid the
tube over my wrist and up to my armpit with the simple comment "It's my
turn now and you'll do what you're told.  Now the other arm, please."
Although I had made her wear the restraint with her arms at the front that
was not going to be the case for me, Vanya pulling my arm behind me and
threading it into the other end of the tube.  Once both arms were totally
encased she buckled the straps around the tops of my arms and did up the
lacing so that both arms were firmly folded and trapped behind me.  She
guided me to the other side of the room and connected two chains hanging
from the ceiling to the D-rings on the straps of the tube, at the tops of
each arm.

   Satisfied that there was no way I could escape from the confinement of
the rubber tube or from the chains, Vanya came round to face me, a look of
impish humour glinting in her eyes although her voice betrayed a slight
uncertainty.  "You know how you like me dressed in sexy clothing just so
you can delight in ogling at me?  Well this weekend it's going to be my
turn to leer.  I know you love me in corsets - you've bought me enough - so
I want to see how you look in one and I've bought you a real special. 
Let's see how it fits." She opened the wardrobe and withdrew a long roll of
stiff black rubber which she undid as she came back to me.  Passing the
ends around my waist she began doing up the clips down the whole length of
the front, saying "I hope it's the right size, I had to guess from how
tight I pulled your waist in with that belt a while ago." I remembered the
occasion, for I had wondered why she did it at the time and was surprised
she had been planning this session for so long.  The corset reached from my
groin almost to my armpits, the sides being cut slightly higher on the
hips. The top finished with soft rubber bra cups which were now hanging
loosely down the front, but the rest of it was heavily boned for rigidity
and strength.

   With all the clips done up, Vanya walked behind me to work on the lacing
down the length of the back and I soon felt the tightness about my hips. 
She turned her attention to the top of the corset next, pulling the lacing
tight enough to just restrict my breathing.  Now Vanya began to pull on the
loops of lace at my waist and that's when I really began to feel the
corset's squeeze.  My protests were totally ignored and the lacing was
pulled steadily tighter until I thought I would fall in two.  Vanya
carefully knotted the lacing at that point.

   "Don't worry, Darling.  The tension in the laces will even out soon and
become a bit more comfortable, although your comfort is NOT the idea!"
After pulling up the zipper which hid the laces from prying fingers she
walked round me to look at her handiwork, adding "Quite some improvement to
your figure, Dave - I guessed right with the size.  Now we'll see how you
look in high-heels, like you prefer me to wear."

   Whilst I got used to the squeeze of the corset she went to the wardrobe
again, returning with a pair of white patent high-heeled boots, the slender
heels of which must have been some 5" high.  "Lift up your foot, Darling,
so I can put it on for you," Vanya ordered, tapping my ankle.  "I know
these are the right size, I had them specially made for you in London."
When I complied she slid a diaphanous nylon sock over my foot then fed it
into the pointed toe of the boot and laced up the front of it to just below
my knee.  The stiff leather around my ankle held my foot rigidly in a line
with my leg and only my toes were turned up.  When Vanya demanded my other
leg I was forced to stand on the booted foot and with just the thin heel
and my toes touching the floor it was difficult to balance.  I was glad of
the support of the chains which prevented me from falling over.

   Once my other foot was similarly shod Vanya stood back to see the
result, which obviously pleased her, for she commented "You look good like
that, Darling.  I see what you mean now about corsets and high-heels
looking sexy." Vanya stood close to me, her hands stroking up my sides over
the corset, her fingers finally finding my nipples and she began to gently
roll and pull them.  "Do you feel sexy wearing them for me?" The twinkle in
her eye told me that she knew what her fingers were doing to me, my rapidly
stiffening organ confirming it for her.

   While she continued to tease me, knowing full well how sensitive she had
made my nipples over the years, I had little choice but to answer her
question.  "It feels funny wearing feminine clothes, Darling.  The corset
is far too tight for me and I don't think I'll be able to walk in these
high-heels, but otherwise I don't really mind wearing them for you," I
weakly quipped and was surprised at the seriousness of her response.

   "Your corset is not too tight for me and I'm certainly not going to
loosen it.  You are going to wear it for the whole weekend so you better
get used to it.  Don't worry about your sexy footwear, I'll teach you how
to walk in high-heels like a lady and by the end of the weekend I bet
you'll be managing very well.  You don't have any choice though, Dave,
because it's my turn and your totally in my control.  You will do exactly
what I want and I told you earlier that it would be a very feminine weekend
so that's how you are going to look." Vanya pinched my nipples hard enough
to make me wince, smiled at me then went on in a gentler voice "You
frequently get too macho and dominant so I'm going to teach you how to be
feminine for a change and also how it feels to be totally dominated, not
just in bondage.  Now you are starting to look the part, so let's see about
improving your bustline."

   Releasing my nipples, she lifted the straps of the bra to put them over
my shoulders and clip them at the back.  From the wardrobe she took two
pink wobbly shapes, which she told me were the best artificial breastforms
she could buy, and inserted one in each bra cup.  She carefully adjusted
their position and when she had finished it really looked as though I had
proper breasts.

   Vanya finished by rubbing her hands sensuously over the cups several
times, cupping both shapes and stretching up to kiss me wetly.  Her tongue
slipped into my mouth and the way the kiss grew I knew she was getting
excited by dressing me this way.  Combined with what Vanya was doing to me,
the clothes were having an un-nerving effect.  Despite our honesty with
each other, I had never told her about the transvestite period of my life
which I had deeply buried when we married, thinking it was over.  The
thought of spending a weekend dressed as a woman was quite exciting!  I
hoped my erect member didn't give my secrets away.

   Vanya reached up and unhooked the chains from the tops of the arm
restrainer then said "Now you can begin to learn how to walk as a lady. 
Let's see how you manage," and with her guiding me we set off on a circuit
of the room.  Vanya, not knowing of my previous experiences with
high-heels, was quite pleased with my progress, saying "Wow!  You're a
natural, Dave.  You don't need help from me anymore."

   Whilst I tottered around on the slender heels, Vanya walked to the
wardrobe, undid her robe and pulled on a pair of rubber panties.  She
removed the robe completely, put it into the wardrobe and went to sit on
the edge of the bed.  "Come here, Dave, it's time for your domination to
begin," she ordered and when I stood in front of her she told me to kneel
on the carpet in front of her.  In the corset and boots, my hands useless
to help me, that took quite a bit of doing but at last I managed it.  Vanya
parted her legs and I saw that the panties she had put on had a loose part
hanging from the front.  She reached forward and pulled my head down
between her thighs with one hand, whilst she opened up what I now saw to be
a hood attached to the front of her panties.  Vanya pushed my neck and
pulled at the hood until my head was enshrouded in rubber and she pulled
the zip down the back of my head.  I was trapped in the hood, my face tight
against her womanhood and my mouth hard against the very wet lips of her
vagina.  My nostrils were filled with the natural erotic scent of Vanya and
the sweet pungency of the surrounding rubber.

   Strangely muted by the hood, Vanya's order "You know what I want, my
darling, so please do it to me now," was a statement of the obvious for I
knew how much she loved me licking her pussy.  I started off by gently
lapping over the outer lips, her wetness indicating the arousal that her
control over me was causing.  As those lips swelled with excitement I
gained access to the inner lips and her prominent clitoris, feeling it grow
erect against my tongue.

   I vaguely heard her groan and felt her fall back on the bed as the tip
of my tongue probed deep into her pussy then licked upwards and over her
clit.  Slowly, at first, I repeated the action several times before gently
sucking and chewing with my lips on her clit and inner lips.  These actions
were quickly rewarded by squirming movements of her hips.  As I continued
to tease her with my mouth her hip movement changed to a regular pounding
and I had to ride the movement to keep my tongue deep inside her.  Soon,
the regular action started to become erratic and I knew she was close to
climax.  I began to suck and lick harder and faster and, as she suddenly
stiffened, to suck vigorously directly on her fully erect clit.  She slowly
relaxed, with me also slowing down to gently kiss and lick all around the
beautiful, sticky-sweet entrance to her body.

   At last her hand unzipped the back of the hood and I gulped in as large
a lungful of air as the corset would permit.  The enclosure and the lack of
air had made me sweat a bit and the air was suddenly cool on my head.  I
blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light and Vanya said "That was
fantastic, Dave.  You always know exactly how to do it," and she threw her
arms around me, holding my head hard against her lovely breasts.

   A few minutes later when Vanya had rested she released me and reached
over to the bedside cupboard.  Sitting up again she laughed, saying "Your
poor mouth must be tired now, so I'm going to give it a rest.  Open up,
Darling," and with that she brought into view one of her old favourites, an
inflatable gag which she worked into my mouth and did up the strap
encircling my head.  Once it was in place she stretched to the cupboard
again and withdrew the inflator, a small black rubber bulb with a tube. 
After connecting the tube to the valve at the front of the gag she slowly
squeezed the bulb several times until my mouth was completely filled by the
rubber bladder.  Removing the inflator and putting it back in the cupboard,
Vanya helped us both to our feet before turning me around and sitting me on
the edge of the bed.

   "You can have a rest for a while now," she said pushing my back onto the
bed.  Vanya got a chair and brought it to the bed then stood on it to tie
two short ropes to rings in the ceiling.  Next she lifted my booted feet
and tied them around the ankles with the ropes so that my lower legs were
horizontal above my body and widely held apart.  I found it was almost
impossible to move, while Vanya returned the chair.  She leaned over me,
smiling, her hands cupping my breasts then stealing down between my open
legs to tease and caress me to rigid erection again.  "Just enjoy the rest,
Dave.  I'll see you later." With that she turned around and left the room,
turning off the light and closing the door behind her.  That was really
mean, for she knew only too well how much I needed relief from the tension
she had created!

   I lay in the darkness for a long time, occasionally trying vainly to
free my hands or feet, all the time feeling so frustrated.  Although she
had put me into bondage many times before, Vanya had never teased me for
too long before making me climax, but this time I really needed relief.  I
had no choice but to lie there and think and feel.  The corset, so tightly
constricting my waist, was a constant source of discomfort and I hoped
Vanya had not been serious when she said I would be wearing it all weekend.
Her tone had not been too promising, however.

   The light suddenly snapped on and I jumped with surprise for I hadn't
heard the door open, my eyes blinking at the sudden brightness.  There
stood Vanya in the doorway, hands on hips, staring at me.  She had put on
one of her favourite costumes, a white latex one-piece suit with an open
crotch, which clung tightly to every curve of her beautiful body.  What
commanded my attention, however, was the pair of black rubber panties she
was wearing over the suit, for they sported a large rubber dildo molded to
the front.  Vanya saw the direction of my gaze and giggled
self-consciously. "I thought that with you looking so feminine, I ought to
try looking a bit more masculine." Her words were a joke for her figure
could never be anything but feminine, yet as she said them she seemed to
become more confident.

   Vanya walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at me, an
excited smile on her lovely face.  "These panties are more than they seem,
Darling.  They have TWO dildos, the one you see and the other one which is
deep in where I like it!  When I walk and this one bounces around, the
other one wobbles as well.  It was fun coming down the stairs just now. 
Anyway, did you enjoy your rest, Dave?  I thought you looked tired before,
so I didn't want to tax your strength too much." Her teasing smile and the
wicked glint in her eyes told me she knew exactly how frustrated she had
made me.

   Her hand stroked up and down the inside of my thigh, then she moved down
to tickle and stroke my balls with her fingertips.  In no time at all she
had me back to a rampant erection and, with a triumphant look on her face,
asked in a sexy voice "If you're not too tired, would you like to make love
now?" As much as I could move, I nodded: relief at long-last!

   Vanya licked her hands and lewdly began to rub and fondle the rubber
effigy of a penis sticking proudly out from her groin, and I suddenly
realised how she meant to make love to me!  I vigorously shook my head as
much as I could, but all my lovely wife did was chuckle sexily, saying
softly "Some girls really can't make up their minds what they want.  Isn't
that what you called a cock-teaser?" and she wet the dildo again
suggestively.

   There was nothing I could do to prevent Vanya's intent though I
struggled as hard as I could as she moved to stand between my thighs.  She
bent her knees and brought the tip of the dildo against the star of my
bottom, then reached up to cup both of my artificial breasts.  "Don't
worry, Darling.  I know you are a scared little virgin so I promise to be
gentle with you!" was all she said before pushing against me.  Although I
tried to clench my muscles against her invasion it was to no avail and
within moments I felt my body penetrated by her.  Once the head was inside
me she rocked her hips back and forth, barely moving the dildo, then slowly
pushed forward to sink the full length of the rubber penis inside me. 
Vanya withdrew the dildo almost entirely from my body then pushed it deep
again several times and, as there was no pain, I began to relax.  As she
continued to move it became less of a discomfort the more I relaxed and
Vanya smiled at me with encouragement.

   With the dildo penetrating me fully, Vanya stopped to get more
comfortable, her body laying on top of me.  She kissed my neck and ears,
whispering "How does it feel to be tied up and raped, young lady?  Is it
frustrating not being able to stop me doing anything I want to your body?
Do you like being filled up with my big, thick penis?" The excitement in
her voice indicated how much she was turned on by what she was doing and
that excitement grew with each of the questions, none of which I could
answer because of the very efficient gag.  Vanya began to move her hips
again, slowly driving the dildo in and out of me, her hands continuing to
fondle and caress my artificial breasts, and her mouth still active on my
neck.  Every now and then she would ask if I liked being raped, tied up and
fucked and several others and I realised just how much she was enjoying the
fantasy.

   The thought of the other dildo moving about inside Vanya made me also
realise how physically stimulated she was so, as there was no longer any
discomfort in her actions, I began to buck my hips up and down in
counter-rhythm to hers.  I was rewarded by a groan from Vanya and an
increase in the pounding rate of her hips.

   After a short while her head lifted from my neck and she smiled into my
face.  "Oh I love you!  And I love fucking you, Darling.  You can't imagine
how much I've been looking forward to doing this to you." As she spoke her
voice began to break up and was interspersed with her rapid breathing.  She
groaned loudly and collapsed on top of me as her climax faded as quickly as
it had come.  Quite often her first and even second orgasms were mild and
merely precursors to those that were to follow and I knew it would only
ignite her growing, almost insatiable, lust.

   Vanya recovered quickly and slowly withdrew the dildo from my body.  As
she got to her feet she smiled again, telling me "I told you that you
looked very sexy in those clothes and now you know what the sight of you
did to me.  I hope you aren't going to behave like a slut too often, Dave."
She chuckled and released my legs from the ropes.

   Once my feet were on the floor again I relaxed and let the stiffness
ease from my legs and hips, but otherwise did not feel any lasting
discomfort from being `raped'.  Vanya, meanwhile, removed the ropes from
the ceiling and put the chair away.  Finally she came over to where I lay
and sat down on the bed beside me.  After bending down to kiss me on the
cheek and tip of my nose she said "I really do love your new shape, Dave.
Did you mind too much me taking such advantage of you?" Her question was
serious and I smiled back at her as much as the gag would permit whilst I
shook my head.  She understood me, her smile visibly brightening and the
cloud of doubt disappearing from her eyes.  She was gaining confidence
rapidly in her ultra-dominant role.

   Vanya sat up again and reached her hand into the left cup of my bra to
play with my nipple.  Looking down as much as I could I saw her slip the
loop of a nipple-cuff over it.  I would have groaned without the gag, for
nipple-cuffs were uncomfortable after a short while.  Vanya had insisted on
using them a long time ago in defence of me making her wear nipple-rings
after she had had them pierced.  I continued watching as she squeezed in
the loop to clamp it around the base of my nipple, then put the breastform
and bra cup back in place.  Turning her attention to the other side I
watched her also clamp that nipple in the shiny chrome loop, noticing that
both cuffs were joined with a length of thick silver chain.

   "Come on, Darling, its time to get up now," Vanya said as she took my
shoulders and helped me to sit up.  She stood up then helped me also to my
feet and I stood atop the high-heels with a bit of a wobble.  Vanya hooked
her fingers through the chain connecting the nipple-cuffs and pulled
gently. I had no choice but to follow her unstated command so I stood
before her, wondering what else her fertile imagination had dreamed up to
do to me.  Her insistent tug on the chain was all the prompting I needed to
follow her rubber-clad body through our playroom door and up the stairs
into the lounge.

   Vanya continued to pull on the chain, leading me into our bedroom where
she released the chain and went over to her wardrobe.  She returned a
moment later with a pair of black latex panties, which she helped me step
into, and one of her long rubber skirts.  Bending down, she held the
skirt's waist open for me to step into it.  "Come on, Darling, I think this
will look good on you - at least it will hide your hairy legs." As she
wriggled the cool black rubber up my thighs she looked impishly into my
eyes, adding "Perhaps what I should do is shave your body completely.  I'll
see how I feel tomorrow." With every movement the big black rubber dildo
bounced at her groin, somehow reinforcing how much I was under her control
as she dressed me.

   Vanya reached into the cups of my bra and released the nipple-cuff. 
Tossing the gadget onto the bed, she turned and gently massaged both of my
nipples, knowing all along how much she was teasing me and how aroused I
was.  Her fingers moved away from my breasts and she straightened my bra
before going to her wardrobe again.  This time she returned with one of her
wigs, a black shoulder-length style and, taking my arm, led me to the
dressing table where she told me to sit on the stool.  I sat, the long
skirt rustling as only rubber can as I did so.

   The wig was soon in place to Vanya's satisfaction and she added some
hairclips to make sure it didn't move.  At last she deflated the gag and
unbuckled the strap from around my head.  "You've been very good so far,
Dave, so don't spoil it by talking.  If you do so without me asking I won't
release your hands until the morning!" Although she was smiling as she said
it I knew Vanya well enough to know from her voice that it was no idle
threat, so I said nothing.

   Opening the dressing table drawer Vanya pulled out my electric razor and
carefully removed every trace of the day's stubble from my face.  "There,"
she said, stroking my chin.  "Smooth as a baby's bottom.  Now we'll see how
you look with make-up." I started to protest as she reached into her
make-up drawer but the steely look I received with the first sound made
sure I didn't continue!  Vanya set to work, beginning with false eyelashes
both top and bottom.  Then came eye-liner, mascara and various shadows. 
Base cream was liberally rubbed into my face, followed by blusher, powder,
lipstick and gloss.  After quite some time she was satisfied with her
efforts and reached into her jewelry box, withdrawing a long, dangly pair
of earring which she clipped onto my ear-lobes.

   "There you are, Darling.  Now you look a perfect woman.  I told you I
get fed up with your manly ways around the house, so this whole weekend you
are going to look, dress and act like a lady, just for me.  And don't
forget, this is a long-weekend, so its 3 full days of femininity for you!
Now, have a good look at yourself and get used to being MY woman - after
all, I have raped you and taken your virginity," she chuckled lovingly as I
turned to look into the mirror.  What I saw was staggering - her transition
of me was incredible.  There was not a single sign that the face and body
reflected wasn't anything but feminine.  As I stared in amazement Vanya
picked up her comb and teased the long hair of the wig to how she wanted
it. My transition to such a feminine image was arousing me much more than I
wanted to admit and, after Vanya's continued efforts to excite me, I was
longing for relief from the incredible tension that held every nerve in my
body like a overwound clock-spring.  My rigid penis was pressing firmly at
the soft rubber of the skirt, right through the panties, showing my
excitement.

   In a soft, confiding voice Vanya continued "I've had you in bondage and
in my control before but dressing you like this has been building up in me
for a long time, probably even since we first met, Dave.  I've often
wondered what you would look like with make-up and sexy clothes and I love
what I see, so this weekend is going to be totally my indulgence.  I'm
going to wallow in keeping you as feminine as I possibly can but I hope you
will learn to like it as well, because its making me feel incredibly
excited.  Do you mind me doing so much to you at once, Dave?" Vanya's
serious eyes told me how concerned she really was, despite her apparent
confidence, so I smiled at her with my painted lips and shook my head, then
stretched up to softly kiss her mouth.

   "My beautiful Vanya.  It's your turn this weekend - even though I'd
forgotten it was a long one - so our rules still apply: I will have to go
along with anything you want," I said, knowing that her love would bring me
no permanent harm.  "Besides, although the corset is uncomfortable and the
boots are awkward to walk in, everything you do to me is very arousing, as
it always is.  I love you, Vanya and I am totally yours.  If you want me to
be your woman for the weekend then I will be her for you, but please let me
make love to you now."

   My plea fell on deaf ears for Vanya sternly told me "Right!  I didn't
give you permission to speak so your hands will remain bound.  As for
complaining about your corset and boots I will make sure you get used to
them.  I intend keeping you in the corset all the time and I will tighten
the laces in the morning.  I want to see what I can do to improve your
feminine figure.  As for the boots - I love to see you tottering about so
helplessly in them because I know you are totally in my control.  Let me
warn you again, Dave: I have wanted to dress you like this and make love to
you with a dildo for a very long time.  I was too scared to before because
I knew it would be very exciting for me and I didn't know if I could
control it once I started.  Now that I have done so, it was even better
than I imagined it could be.  I can't wait to do it again.

   "Having you as my slave-girl, helplessly dressed in rubber and corsets,
unable to do anything unless I let you, is making me feel a level of
excitement greater than I've ever felt before.  It is even making me wonder
if we can run the business and our daily lives with you ALWAYS dressed as a
woman!  The way I feel now, I want you permanently in a corset and dressed
in rubber whenever it is possible.  I will think it through very carefully
- I've opened a Pandora's box, but I know what I want from now on, whether
you like it or not!" Her eyes sparkled with passion and there was no
denying the excitement in her voice.

   "I want to remove all your body hair and have your ears pierced so I can
make you wear long, pretty earrings.  I want to teach you how to do your
own make-up.  I will have to make sure that you learn to like what I am
going to do to you, you must love being my woman!" The commitment in her
voice had got stronger all through her monologue as everything poured out
and there was no doubting that she was sincere and very excited at the
prospect.  Things had never been so out of my control before and I was more
than a bit scared at the prospects.  Several times I wanted to question or
comment but the intensity in her eyes cautioned me to hold my words, for
dressed as I now was and with my arms helplessly bound behind me I needed
Vanya's help in everything I did.

   "Stand up, Darling.  I'm thirsty and I am sure you could do with a drink
after that shock as well," Vanya ordered in a much lighter voice, a smile
showing that she had got her intense emotions under control again.  She was
right, so I stood and Vanya led me into the lounge.  As she sat me on the
settee and walked to the bar, Vanya said over her shoulder "As you are
going to stay looking so feminine I think a new name is required.  When
I've fantasized about this the name `Jane' came to mind, so get used to
your new name, Darling.  You will hear it a lot from now on."

   Vanya returned with two glasses of wine and after taking a sip of hers
she held the other to my lips for me to drink from.  She lowered the glass
to the table and I saw the lipsticked imprint of my lips on the glass. 
Vanya smiled at me and slid her hand slowly under my skirt, her fingers
stealing gently, teasingly,up my thighs to stroke my penis as it lay
trapped inside the tight rubber panties.  My change in breathing told her
the effects she was having and she squeezed the end softly and wriggled her
hand about.  "Is that what you like, Jane?  Another girl playing with your
pussy?"

   I decided to play the weekend out as she wanted and whispered "Oh!  Yes,
Vanya!" I certainly did not want her to stop what she was doing!  Vanya's
eyes had grown smoky and sultry as they looked into mine and I felt drawn,
as always, into those hypnotising pools of obvious love and passion.  Her
face drew slowly closer until her lips touched mine, the excitement growing
like an electric charge.  Her lips parted mine and her tongue invaded my
mouth like something with a life of its own.  The intensity of the kiss
showed me how excited she was, and immediately increased my own passion.

   With a low groan Vanya reached a hand up to pull my left bra-cup aside
and she lowered her head to my chest, her tongue flicking rapidly over my
nipple.  As she sucked the nipple into her mouth, gently chewing and
biting, her other hand continued its activity on my captive penis and it
was my turn to moan.  Vanya's right hand moved up to the waist-band of my
panties and wriggled it down to release my penis and her head moved from my
breast towards my lap.  Her left hand urgently tugged at my skirt until my
crotch was exposed to her and I watched her beautiful blonde hair spill
over her face as she sucked all of my manhood into the heat of her mouth.

   The gentle but urgent scraping of her hot tongue over the end of my
penis made me gasp as she set about driving me mad with excitement. 
Vanya's hand pulled my rubber panties lower then slid inside to caress and
fondle my balls in the way that only she could, the uncontrollable bucking
of my hips telling her the effects of what she was doing.  Suddenly my
orgasm was upon me, and in such intensity that I screamed out with the
excitement that wracked my body.  Vanya sucked even harder, moaning deep in
her chest as she drained every drop of love-juice she could suck out of my
rigid penis.  At last I collapsed back on the settee, panting and totally
exhausted, as my beautiful Vanya lifted her head to smile lovingly at me.

   "Wow!  My Jane really needed that attention, didn't she?" Vanya asked
coyly, to which I answered a very sincere "Oh!  Yes!" as I basked in the
relief of a fabulous orgasm.

   When I fully returned to my senses my rubber panties were pulled up to
contain my thoroughly satisfied organ, then Vanya carefully drew my skirt
down toward my knees and readjusted my bra and the breastforms.  Satisfied
with my appearance once more, my sensuous wife reached for her glass of
wine and took a large swig.  Her eyes shone brightly as she slowly leaned
over to press her mouth to mine and, as her tongue penetrated my lips, the
still-cool wine flowed between our mouths and we both swallowed greedily.
Her tongue, cooled by the wine continued exploring my mouth long after the
wine was gone.  Vanya broke the kiss to refill her mouth and repeat our
favorite way of kissing.  Even though I had just been literally and
figuratively drained Vanya's sexy kissing was trying hard to excite me
again and I knew the effect it must be having on her.  The increasing tempo
of her tongue in my mouth showed me how right I was.  She moaned softly
then slowly broke the kiss.

   "I know just what I want right now, my pretty Jane.  Wait there for me -
I won't be a minute." With that Vanya stood up and strode from the room.  I
listened carefully to her rubber-clad feet going up the hall, the bedroom
door being opened, then her return.  As she entered the lounge and walked
over to me I saw she had removed the dildo pants then she brandished her
favorite vibrator at me.  "This is what I need right now and you will just
have to wait there until I've finished."

   With that Vanya sat down on my lap then lay back along the settee.  She
lifted one of her legs behind my neck so that I looked down onto the split
crotch of her white latex suit as it was stretched by her position to
expose the pink lips of her pussy.  After briefly caressing her own breasts
Vanya turned on the vibrator, its low throbbing hum indicating its powerful
motor.  I watched in fascination as she stroked the tip of the toy down her
body to just touch the top of her vaginal crease.  She sucked in air with a
gasp as the first vibrations hit her, then her trembling hand pressed the
toy hard against her clitoris.  Vanya guided the head in slow circles all
around her pussy, her rubber encased hips beginning to writhe on my lap.

   Although I had often used this and other vibrators on her, Vanya had
seldom used one on herself in front of me before.  It was educational and
very exciting to watch and learn how she liked it.  Her left hand slid from
her breast to gently open her outer lips and I saw how incredibly wet she
was, dripping with excitement.  Gradually the tip of the toy was pushed
just inside her beautiful body and her hips began to buck up and down on my
lap.  The erotic sight of Vanya in the throes of passion and her movements
against my captive penis began to arouse me again.  I longed to hold her
lovely body, to kiss and caress her, but all I could do was watch and want.
Vanya was staring at me, obviously revelling at my predicament and her
overpowering control over me, knowing what her erotic performance was doing
to me.

   I did not have to watch for long, her state of excitement was so high
that within a minute her head began to thrash from side to side and a low
moan began deep in her chest.  Suddenly her voice changed almost to a quiet
scream and her body became rigid across mine as her climax invaded every
inch of her being.  The orgasm remained at its peak for many seconds before
she moaned again and collapsed weakly, her limp form falling back on the
settee and me while her quivering hand continued to guide the gold vibrator
over her lovenest almost in reflex.

   I thought back long ago to when we had first begun to explore each
other's bodies and she had shyly confessed that she had never had an orgasm
before.  Although it had taken a long time before I helped her reach her
first, it was as though that had opened the floodgates - now she climaxed
easily and could not seem to get enough.  We had a lot of time to make up
for and Vanya was determined that I was going to have my share as well.  We
had both become greedier and greedier as almost all pretenses disappeared
between us and we explored our own and each others sexuality.  I realised,
without regret, that it had led to me being dressed and bound as I was at
that moment!

   As normality returned Vanya switched off the vibrator and her eyes
slowly opened to smile lovingly up at me.  "Oh!  My Darling Dave.  You
cannot believe how excited I was - and still am - by changing you into
Jane," she said in a low, quavering voice.  "I can't explain it, even to
myself, but I have been planning tonight for a very long time and getting
more and more turned on by the thought.  I was frightened it wouldn't go
right, but it was better than even my wildest dreams.  Right at this moment
I don't ever want to let you be anything but my own special slave-girl to
love and be loved by.  The sight of you and even the thought of you always
dressed so sexily in rubber is keeping me more excited than I have ever
felt before." Vanya sat up and kissed me deeply and lovingly, her strong
arms holding me tightly to her.  At last her lips left mine, the kiss
having showed me how much she was loving my helpless femininity, her
restless hands caressing my shape from the bulging bra to my tiny corseted
waist.

   Vanya reached for my glass, held it up for me to drink from, then took a
long sip herself.  She kissed me tenderly then proffered the glass again.
"I'm almost afraid to ask if you have minded what I've done to you tonight,
so I won't.  However, it is almost midnight and I'm even more afraid of my
beautiful princess turning into a pumpkin, so I'm taking you to bed where I
can hold and cuddle you." Vanya stood up and, taking my shoulders, guided
me to my feet.

   Standing awkwardly, still, atop the high heels of my boots I could not
resist the urge to lean down and kiss my wonderful wife on the lips.  I
moved my face along the side of her head, nuzzling aside her long hair to
nibble her ear.  As she hugged me and squirmed against my lips I whispered
that I loved her more than I ever knew it was possible to love.  I told her
that she had done incredible things to me, that whilst I didn't know what
was going to happen next I had loved every moment of it.  I honestly said
that, even though the corset was as strange and uncomfortable as the
high-heeled boots, I was happy to wear them for her to make her weekend the
best it could be and confessed that she was exciting me in ways that were
strange yet incredibly exhilarating.

   Vanya pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes, tears of happiness
welling up in her own.  "Oh Darling.  I love you so much.  I want to cuddle
you to me for ever.  Let's go to bed now and recover.  You'll need all your
strength for tomorrow." With that Vanya slid her arm around my tiny,
corseted waist and guided me towards our bedroom, pausing briefly to turn
off the lounge light.

   Once in our bedroom Vanya's hand reached for the waistband of my skirt
to slip it over my hips and rustle to a circle about my ankles.  My latex
panties followed immediately and Vanya helped me step out of the small
mound of rubber and over to sit on the edge of the bed.  Vanya unclipped my
earrings, put them on the dressing table, then knelt in front of me to
unlace and remove my boots.  While I stretched and wriggled the stiffness
from my ankles and toes Vanya kissed me and crossed the room.  From her
wardrobe she took a white rubber nightie which, after ruching it in her
hands, she stretched over my neck and let it hang loosely down from my
shoulders to my breasts.

   Leaving the nightie for the moment Vanya sat beside me and leaned behind
to release my arms from their total restraint.  With her assistance I
finally managed to pull myself free of the rubber tube which had held me in
total bondage.  Relief was short-lived, however, for Vanya quickly and
unexpectedly snapped a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, trapping my arms
still behind my back.

   "Now you will be much more comfortable for sleeping, Jane." Vanya
giggled, knowing how frustrated I was with her control over me.  "Don't try
to fight it - just accept that this weekend you are going to be totally in
my power.  You are going to stay as my complete slave-girl and do exactly
what I want you to.  Now, stand up and I will take you to the toilet." With
that I was led, with the long, full nightie slithering down my body almost
to the floor, into the bathroom where Vanya raised the hem again before
seating me on the pan.  I accordingly relieved myself.

   Once back in the bedroom I was taken to the bed and seated on the black
rubber sheet that adorned our bed every weekend and often much of the week.
With Vanya's assistance, I lay down full-length on my side, enjoying the
touch of the cool sheet beneath me.  As I wriggled about to get as
comfortable as I could in my handcuffed position and to get used to the
long hair of the wig tickling my face and neck, Vanya disappeared into the
bathroom.  When she came out she was still wearing the tight-fitting
catsuit that molded and emphasised every curve of her body and she had
again put on the dildo-pants with which she had `raped' me earlier.  Vanya
caught my stare at the rigid black effigy standing proudly from her loins
and she smiled at me.

   "With you looking so feminine, helpless and sexy and me feeling so
dominant and randy, I thought that me wearing these panties will remind us
both of our roles." With that she continued round the bed to get in behind
me.  After covering us both with the rubber-encased duvet, she switched off
the light and snuggled up behind me.  Her left arm slid under my neck,
inside the top of the nightie and inside my bra to fondle my right nipple.
Vanya's other hand crept its way over my waist and hips to lightly hold my
organ through the soft, thin rubber of my nightie.  She wriggled her hips
around until the external dildo was pressing against my shackled hands
through the thin latex so I grasped it and gently moved it to remind her of
the other part deep inside her.  She sighed and gently nibbled the back of
my neck, the latex pillowcase rustling softly with her movements.

   "I hope you're comfortable, darling, and you can sleep in your corset.
The woman in Brussels who made it said that wearing it day and night would
be the fastest way to train your figure and I do so want you to look nice
as quickly as possible.  If you don't feel sleepy, perhaps I can make you
more tired?" she asked archly between nibbles.

   Despite the awkwardness of the handcuffs and remaining awareness of my
constricted waist the intense activities of the day and evening had worn me
out.  I whispered back that much as I enjoyed any opportunity of making
love with her, right then I was exhausted.  With a soft, mocking chuckle
Vanya said "You girls are all the same - always tired when you get into
bed. Goodnight, my darling Jane." The slow gentle fondling from both her
hands told me that she was also tired and was more than happy to sleep. 
"I'm going to lie here and think of all the things I will do to you
tomorrow," she whispered drowsily.

   My last thought before drifting off into a dreamless and totally
satisfying sleep was that if my beautiful loving wife was getting so much
excitement and satisfaction out of our masquerade I would play out the
weekend as she wanted - come what may.  Just the thought of remaining as
feminine as I now looked was unnervingly exciting.  Despite the
frustrations of the evening I certainly had had the satisfaction as well!
And, knowing Vanya's fertile mind, I felt tomorrow would be just as good.

   
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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

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   Saturday morning

   I became aware of the sexy and softly-pungent smell of rubber as I
emerged from deep sleep and opened my eyes to focus on Vanya's beautiful
eyes and soft smile just inches away.  "Good Morning, Jane.  I wondered
when you would wake up." Vanya's greeting brought back all of last night's
events with a rush and, mentally exploring my body I felt the tightness of
the corset around my torso.  Whether my body was adjusting to its shape or
to the discomfort I didn't know, but it felt much less uncomfortable than
it had last night and I was amazed I had slept so well wearing it.

   Vanya continued in a soft, loving murmer "You looked so lovely I was
tempted to wake you but I thought you needed the sleep.  Its now 8 O'clock
so we're both rested and ready for a long full day." She leaned slowly over
to me and kissed me lovingly then slid her arms about me to hug me to her.
The prodding at my groin as she did so let me know she was still wearing
the dildo - perhaps her way of saying she was `wearing the pants'!

   Vanya slowly pulled away and tossed back the duvet.  She climbed up on
her knees beside me and stretched, the black dildo bouncing up and down as
she moved.  Grasping the hem of my nightie she pulled the soft, white
rubber up my legs and, as I lifted my bottom from the bed, up to my
shoulders.  With the help of her arm under my neck I managed to sit up so
that she could slip the nightie over my head and she tossed it onto the bed
beside us.

   "It's mornings after late nights like this that girls like us have to
take off their make-up, so let's start with yours.  It has smudged a bit,"
I was told, but first she pulled the clips from my hair and removed the
black wig.  She slid off the bed to extract some pots and tubes of cream
from her dressing table drawer, along with a large box of tissues.  After
pushing me back on the bed she undid a pot and dabbed the cool cream all
over my face and then began to wipe it off along with all the make-up. 
Vanya explained that she would remove the false eyelashes, an uncomfortable
operation, and she would have to apply a deep cleansing cream - whatever
that meant.  Another cream was massaged into my chin and cheeks.

   "Now for some body-cream," she said taking a large tube and squirting
some into her hands.  This one she used to liberally coat the front of my
legs and, after rolling me over, up the backs as well.  She continued all
over the cheeks of my bottom and as she moved on to my hands and arms I
thought `what a pleasant way to start the day.'

   Vanya went into the bathroom to wash her hands and returned with a wet,
soapy sponge and washed off all the cream from my face.  After patting me
dry she opened another pot and covered the whole of my face with the thick,
creamy gel.  "There you are, Jane.  All done for the moment.  Just wait
while I take mine off and we can have a shower." Vanya picked up the creams
and took them to the dressing table where she sat and treated her own face,
while my legs and arms tingled slightly where she had creamed them.

   She went into the bathroom to turn on the shower then returned to the
bed.  "Come on, darling.  I think the creams have had plenty of time to
work now, so let's get showered." She helped me to my feet and into the
shower - still in my corset and handcuffs!  I had expected, and looked
forward to, her taking them off me, if only for a little while.  Vanya
followed me in, also still wearing her lovely rubber clothing.  She took
the soap and sponge and began to wash my shoulders, arms and legs.  As she
moved down to my legs I watched in amazement as all the hair washed away
with the soapsuds!  When I shouted my surprise Vanya laughed and said she
had told me she didn't want a hairy slave!

   "I also did your face so you won't need to shave for a couple of days.
The other cream should have softened your skin nicely by now, so hold still
while I wash it off." She sponged away at my face to remove all traces of
the cream before sponging her own face.  Eventually she turned off the
shower and reached for the towel.  I could do nothing to help or hinder as
she patted me dry, whilst water continued to slowly drip down my body from
under the corset.  Vanya quickly dried her face and the rubber suit and led
me to the basin.

   As she squirted toothpaste onto my brush Vanya said, without looking up,
"Now we have a choice.  Either I do your teeth for you and maybe not do a
good job, or I can release you to do them properly for yourself.  IF you
want me to release your hands you must promise to let me shackle them again
whenever I want to.  Now Jane, which is it to be.?" Having tried and failed
to clean her teeth for her under similar restraint a few months back, I
readily gave Vanya my promise and breathed a sigh of relief as she went to
get the key for the cuffs.

   Once my hands were free I quickly stretched the stiffness from my
shoulders then took the proffered toothbrush and did as I should.  Vanya
stood next to me doing hers at the same time and when we finished she put
both toothbrushes away.  "While you have the freedom I think you should go
to the toilet, darling.  I don't know when you'll next get the chance. 
Before you do, though, sit down on the bidet," Vanya told me.  I knew what
she wanted - she had a thing about `inner cleanliness' and she used the
bidet to douche herself and give us both enemas.  I had modified the water
nozzle so that when we sat down the soft rubber tip just penetrated the
body.  I sat as I was told and Vanya turned on the tap hard to rapidly fill
my bowel with water, only flicking off the tap when I squealed that I
couldn't take any more.  She giggled as she helped me over to the toilet
pan where I sat quickly and let the water flood out of me.  Vanya insisted
on repeating this twice more until she was certain that I was well cleaned
out.  At last she toweled me dry then took my hand and led me back to the
dressing table stool.

   "Thank you for doing what you were told and being good, Darling.  With
you sitting relaxed I'll be able to do your make-up much easier." She
kissed me briefly before going to work with all her skill.  After what
seemed hours she stood back to admire her work on me, announcing "Do you
know, Jane, you can be quite a good looking lady!  Let's see how you look
as a blonde," and I watched her step quickly to her wardrobe to get a
shoulder-length wig which I had never seen her wear.

   It was obviously one she had bought especially for me and was another
indicator to how much she had been planning all this.  Vanya brushed my
hair how she wanted it then carefully pulled the new honey-blonde wig into
place and tightened a tape at the back until she had the right fit.  A
quick few flicks of the brush and comb and Vanya said "There we are,
darling.  Look at the new you."

   I turned and looked in the mirror and was flabbergasted again at the
femininity of the face gazing back at me.  Vanya had managed to not only
create the female vision but had also made me look quite pretty. 
Controlling my amazement I looked up at Vanya and smiled at her.  "You have
done a very good job on me, Vanya.  I don't think I could possibly behave
in a masculine way if you make me look like this!" She smiled back at me,
the excitement and love flowing from her eyes.

   "Just wait until I've dressed you - then you'll really see the
difference.  Let's start with a pair of stockings; I know you like me in
them but you can wear them this time." She took out a tight bundle of black
latex from her bottom drawer and unrolled it to reveal the fine rubber
stockings.  Talcum powder was dabbed onto my legs and, after rolling up one
of them, Vanya pulled and stretched the stocking onto my foot and ankle
with some willing help from me.  Turning our attention to the other one,
both of my feet were soon similarly covered.  I stood up when asked and she
unrolled and stretched the tight rubber up each leg until they were both
encased with a wrinkleless shiny rubber skin from toe-tip almost to my
groin.  Vanya ran the tips of her nails up the insides of my legs, enjoying
the fruits of her planning and effort, the feeling coming strangely but
excitingly through the tight, thin latex.  She laughed at the shiver she
caused in me then reached into the drawer again to select a pair of black
rubber panties.

   "These may feel a little tight at first, Jane, but I'm sure the style
will suit you," said Vanya as she coaxed me to step into them, holding them
open at my feet.  The garment was stretched and pulled up my legs to my
hips where she stopped to push my genitals low down between my legs before
pulling the panties over my hips and bottom.  The panties were, again,
specially made, being of two layers.  The inner one was tight-fitting,
almost like a tiny pantie-corset, whilst the very thin outer layer was
loose and ruched, completely hiding the slight bulge of my trapped manhood.
"They look very pretty on you, darling.  I see why you like stockings now -
I love the strip of bare thigh above the black.  Now I want you to wear
your boots again.  Those really ARE sexy and you wearing them makes me
quite excited."

   The white boots were retrieved from beside the bed and I sat down on the
stool while Vanya pushed my feet into the foot-section of each boot.  Once
she had pulled the tops up my legs she began tightening the laces to wrap
my legs in their second layer.  With my feet trapped and my ankles held
immovable again, I did not relish having to totter about helplessly atop
the very thin high heels but I had no choice - this was Vanya's weekend.

   Before I had to stand Vanya went over to her wardrobe and brought out a
brilliant green mini-dress and from the shimmer and rustle it was also
rubber.  As she brought it over I reflected again how quickly and intensely
Vanya had taken on my love of that beautiful material, her white suit and
the pants with the dildo bobbing with each movement being further proof. 
The dress was unzipped at the back and Vanya held it open for me to step
into the skirt.  She pulled it up my body then held the top for me to slide
my arms into the long voluminous sleeves.  Once the elasticated cuffs were
over my wrists Vanya pulled the bodice up my shoulders and did up the back
zip to the high-collared neck.  Standing back for a long look my wonderful
wife announced "Wow!  You really look lovely now, Jane.  Before we do
anything else, though, let's go and have breakfast."

   Still sporting the double-dildo pants, Vanya took my hand and led me
into the kitchen, building my frustration by not letting me see myself in
the mirror.  Together we prepared and ate a light breakfast, me slowly
getting used to moving about on the high-heels and Vanya enjoying every
opportunity to point out my femininity.  If I bent down from the waist her
hand either slapped my exposed panties or her fingers slid between my legs
to tease me.  When we sat to eat, Vanya's whole conversation ignored me as
a male and she used every chance to call me Jane and refer to female
topics.

   Before we cleared up Vanya left the table for a moment, returning with a
small make-up case.  She cleared a space at the table and sat opposite me.
Taking my right hand, she went to work on my nails with a small emery board
then repeated her work on my other hand.  From the case she drew a small
bag and from this she took a selection of different-sized false nails. 
With great care she selected and stuck one onto each of my own nails, then
carefully began to shape them.  She finally coated each nail with a
brilliant pink varnish which, I was told, perfectly matched my lipstick.

   During this long manicure we spoke in detail of our feelings.  Vanya
told me again how excited she was by what she was doing adding that,
although her being in my power and bondage had initially been exciting, she
was liking it less each time.  She really surprised me by stating quite
firmly that she didn't ever want to be put in bondage again.  I felt hurt
at first because I had been convinced that I had satisfied her completely
on those occasions but Vanya went on to confess that even when I had been
dominating her in recent months, she was only turned on by imagining what
it would be like to be doing it to me.

   Her honesty persuaded me to tell her the only thing she didn't already
know about me; that I had, for many years, gone through a powerful
transvestite urge which, when we married, I thought I had got over.  I
admitted that what she was doing to me now was bringing that urge more and
more to the surface - I was growing to love my predicament more with each
hour that I was her `victim' and every new thing she did to me.  Vanya
stared at me for several moments without a word, her eyes becoming moist,
before she threw her head back and laughed happily.

   "Oh!  Darling, I had guessed as much.  I've hoped and prayed over the
last couple of years that you might love cross-dressing, but I could never
get you to relax and talk about it!  Those nights before we were married
when you took off my panties and kept them in your pocket so you could
sleep on them - I often wondered if you wore them during the night.  I even
began checking them for signs that you might but I was never sure.  Tell me
now, did you?"

   With quite some embarrassment and a reluctant nod I admitted it and
Vanya stopped her work to lean over and kiss me.  "Perhaps you were right
not to let me know at first.  Maybe at that stage I was too `conventional'
to be able to handle either your needs or mine, but you should have told me
before this.  Now I know I wasn't hoping for too much!"

   With a quick kiss and a smile that encouraged sharing further secrets,
she continued "That was the first inkling I had of your transvestism and,
strangely, it made me feel excited.  There were a few other things that
brought it to mind - how you loved taking me into underwear shops to buy me
sexy undies, reading ladies fashion articles, particularly on underwear
and, especially, your big beautiful nipples.  I've loved making them more
and more sensitive over the years as well as making them bigger and you
always get more excited when I talk about them as your breasts and stroke
them with satin.

   "It was only when you introduced us to bondage and domination that I
eventually realised what a wonderful chance it was to explore both you and
me, to find out what really turned us on without having to ask, or you
trying to hide things from me.  That's why I put you in nylon stockings
that time, then later put a bra and panties on you - you couldn't hide the
erection it gave you or the look I saw in your eyes even though you
protested so much.  The problem was, it was getting more exciting for me
just considering how much we both might like it, but I wanted to do things
properly.  That's why I've been planning this weekend for so long; it had
to be just right for both of us and this long weekend gave me the perfect
opportunity for some detailed exploration."

   She got up from her chair and sat on my lap, her arms going around my
neck.  I held her tightly and we kissed long and deeply.  At last we broke
the kiss and Vanya looked long and deeply into my eyes, her gaze becoming
slightly serious.  "David, please be completely honest with me," Vanya
asked in a soft, demanding voice.  "I know now that you like dressing up in
woman's clothes, especially when they are rubber which turns us both on. 
You also know how much I like dressing you like this, but think before you
give me an answer.  Do you think you can handle me continually dressing you
as a woman and making you behave as one?" She continued watching my eyes
intently as she waited for my reply.

   I searched inwardly at the excitement her words caused and, finding no
reason for not answering truthfully, simply said "Oh!  Yes please, my
Darling."

   "Then how far are you prepared for us to go?" she asked immediately with
an encouraging smile on her lovely face.

   I wondered what she might have in mind, but again felt she deserved an
honest and simple answer.  "As far as you want to go as long as we do
nothing that will harm our beautiful love.  Nothing must damage the trust
or respect we have, nor must we risk our openness.  Anything that will
increase those things and will give one or both of us fun, excitement and
happiness is great and definitely OK with me." Vanya kissed me excitedly
and, in such a bubbly, happy way, told me how much she loved me and that
everything she was going to do would be perfect for us.  I didn't suspect
in the slightest what I had agreed to be unleashed.

   "We're both going to learn so much more about each other and have plenty
of fun in doing so.  I'm going to explore your feminine and passive side
and my dominating nature.  Just to show you how much I love the way things
are going, and so you will always remember where we both stand I'm going to
do something I didn't think I would be able to do for quite a while.  Wait
there till I get back," she told me with a kiss then made off to the
bedroom while I sat, puzzled.

   Vanya returned a few minutes later with a small box and one of her
make-up pencils.  Without a word she sat astride my lap, facing me and,
moving my now blonde hair away from my neck, made a small mark on my left
ear.  She moved my hair again and also marked my right earlobe then reached
behind her for the box.  As the lid opened I saw inside the small gun-like
object and realised what it was, an ear-piercing gadget!  I jerked
involuntarily at the thought but Vanya kissed me quickly.

   "Don't worry, Jane.  It won't hurt and you will be able to wear lots of
pretty earrings," she began cajoling, then her voice and eyes grew serious
as she suddenly and consciously changed her approach.  "I want to pierce
your ears - I told you that last night.  Will you accept right now that you
belong to me as my woman with all the excitement I can give you, or would
you rather forget it and become a 'normal' husband and wife?" It was
ironic, for we had never fitted either of our images of normal since we had
met, always exploring ourselves and each other, so her question had only
one answer.  I tried reasoning with her but she only wanted a yes or no.  I
quietly told her to go ahead, at the same time feeling a rising excitement
inside me at what was happening.  We kissed again before Vanya got up from
my lap and very carefully positioned the jaws of the gun about my right
earlobe.

   I almost stopped breathing as she made sure of the position but when she
finally pulled the trigger which drove the sharp pointed stud through my
lobe I hardly felt a thing.  I reached up to feel the stud and prodded the
side of my face with my new longer and unaccustomed nails.  Vanya loaded
the gun again, telling me all the time how much she loved me and what
different earrings I could wear now.  After re-checking her positioning a
couple of times Vanya pulled the trigger again to place a stud in my other
earlobe.  She dropped the gun on the table and kissed me again, adding "You
are a brave girl, Jane.  I will probably put in other studs later but that
will do for now.  Let me add something to the studs."

   The something was a long pair of chains with silver rings which she
clipped into the holes in the front of the studs.  "There.  Your first
permanent sign of womanhood, Darling, but there will be others.  Come and
look at yourself in the mirror." Pondering the meaning of her words I stood
up.  Vanya took my hand and we walked to the bedroom to stand before her
full-length mirror and I was totally amazed at the complete transformation
she had achieved.  The hair and make-up allowed no hint of masculinity to
show whilst the breastforms and corset ensured the voluptuousness of my
figure.  The pretty, shimmering dress enhanced my shape and the loose folds
of its mini-skirt set off my legs in the black rubber stockings and white
high-heeled boots.

   I shook my head in amazement and the sight of the blonde tresses swaying
as I did so, as well as the earrings tapping the side of my neck, brought
home that it was really me that we were looking at.  I twisted and turned,
studying the incredible changes that Vanya had made and, as my gaze moved
to the reflection of Vanya, still with the large dildo in place, she
laughed happily and asked if I liked what I saw.  I told her that if I had
ever seen her dressed as I was she would have been raped on the spot!

   She laughed even more, adding that I was having that effect on her. 
Vanya reached up behind me and pulled the zip down the back of my dress and
told me to sit on the stool for a moment.  While I did so she put on a pair
of black rubber gloves and took a large tube of cream from one of her
dressing table drawers.  Slipping my dress forward off my body, Vanya
pulled the straps of my bra from my shoulders then removed the soft silicon
breastforms from the cups.  She removed the cap from the tube and squirted
a large coil of pink cream into her hand.  Telling me that I needed
`sensitising' Vanya put some of the cream on her other hand then put both
of them on my chest and began to rub the cream into my skin around my
nipples.  Once the cream was fully absorbed she repeated the exercise, this
time constantly teasing my nipples, chuckling as she enjoyed the effect she
was having on me and occasionally biting the side of my neck.  When her
hands began to get dry, Vanya took the tube and liberally coated the back
of each breastform with cream then positioned them back in my bra cups. 
She stripped off the gloves and pulled my bra-straps back into place.  I
dearly wanted to ask her to do it again, for my whole body was now as taut
as a bow-string with sexual tension.

   "That stuff is actually a very strong hormone cream that I got from
Janet," Vanya informed me with a confident smile.  "I told her I wanted to
improve my bust and she said she would get me the cream from work.  She
told me only to use a little as it worked very well - she obviously didn't
know I was going to use it on you!  If she is right, then you should begin
developing your very own breasts in a very short while."

   I was shaken by what Vanya had done to me and how far she apparently
wanted this to go.  She smiled at me in the mirror, obviously reading my
thoughts from the shaken look on my face, giggled then said quite sternly
"Maybe you think you can't handle being a woman, or perhaps you are worried
about someone seeing you like this, but either way don't worry.  I'll teach
you how to act and behave like a lady, and if anyone sees you like this
there will be no doubt you are what you look.  None of our old
acquaintances would recognise you now, either.  If you have to go out as a
man, well, I'll strap up your breasts so they won't show and we'll grow
your hair to cover the holes in your ears.  Anyway, we'll handle any
problems as they come but I'm not going to stop this now, and I'm going to
make sure you don't either.  Even if we find in time that we want you to
look masculine again your breasts will disappear after a while.  Now, let's
adjust your corset"

   I soon found out she meant tighten it, for after undoing the zip and
untying the knot of the laces, she gradually began to tighten it from the
bottom and from the top.  Finished with that she took both lace-loops and
began to pull hard on them and I felt my waist being squeezed in at least
another inch.  Vanya ignored my protests that the corset was now far too
tight, merely telling me that I would soon get used to it and would have to
put up with any discomfort because she wasn't going to let me take it off.
Vanya soon had the knot re-tied and the zip pulled up to conceal the
lacing, then she pulled my dress back into place and did up that zip also.

   Vanya bent down and kissed me wetly and deeply, her tongue showing me
the massive increase in her own excitement.  "I can't wait for your breasts
to grow.  It will be fabulous playing with them and sucking them deep into
my mouth like you do to mine.  It'll be much better than those artificial
breasts I bought, although they look and feel quite real.  When you have
proper breasts I'm going to have your nipples pierced like you did mine and
I'm going to make you wear big rings in them.  Oh!  Just the thought is
making me feel so wet and randy!  I don't think it will take too long for
the corset to train your figure either, then you will have such a tiny
waist.  Jane, my darling, I'm feeling so excited you've got to give me some
relief!" Her words and actions had me in such a curious state: I felt
enormous physical excitement yet, at the same time, I was frightened - but
so turned-on - by the prospect of this sudden, unknown future.  My
beautiful wife knew exactly what she was doing, for she had planned this
very carefully and she wasn't going to give me chance to think about all
that was happening or the consequences.

   Vanya looked down at me, the tension in her body shining also in her
eyes.  "Open those beautiful painted lips of yours and suck on my dildo."
It wasn't a request - the way she said it there was no doubting it was an
order!  Her hand reached for my neck and played nervously with the fine
hair at my nape while she positioned her sensuous body squarely in front of
me, the big black dildo only inches from my chin.  I looked up at Vanya and
was met with a simple order: "Do it now, for me." I hesitated before this
Rubicon until the determination flowing from Vanya's eyes felt
overpowering.

   Slowly I moved closer to the end of the thing and took the massive
scrotal sac in my left hand and the base of the shaft in my right. 
Overcoming my unfounded reluctance I opened my mouth and took the tip in
between my lips.  Gentle pressure from Vanya's hand at the back of my neck
persuaded me to continue down the shaft until the head was touching the
back of my throat.I began to move the balls around in a circular motion,
knowing what was happening to the other dildo deep inside Vanya's body, and
was rewarded by a groan of satisfaction from above.

   I slowly increased the movement then looked sideways towards the mirror
to see Vanya also watching our reflection, a look of idyllic passion and
triumph etched on her lovely face.  Realising how much the sight was
turning her on I began to lewdly suck and slurp on the firm rubber and move
my head slowly back and forth, at the same time reaching my right hand up
to Vanya's breasts.  I fondled each breast in turn through her rubber suit,
knowing well how much she loved me doing it.  When I concentrated on
rolling her hardening nipples through the latex she groaned again and
pulled away from my hands and mouth.  "God!  Jane, you are a sensuous
bitch. I can't stand any more, so we'll continue on the bed!" Her weak
humour did nothing to disguise the intense passion she was feeling.

   Vanya grabbed both of my hands and pulled me over to the still-unmade
bed, threw aside the duvet and pushed me back onto the black rubber sheet.
With one movement she flicked up my skirt and grasped the waistband of my
panties to pull them down my hips and drop them on the floor.  Vanya
quickly climbed onto the bed beside me and pulled my head towards her
groin. "Keep doing what you just did, Jane.  It's exactly what I need right
now," Vanya ordered huskily, then lay down beside me, her hands reaching
under my skirt again to caress my stockinged thighs.  As I went to work
again on her dildo she groaned, her soft hands grasping my equipment and
teasing me rapidly to erection.  When Vanya's hips began to squirm and jerk
of their own volition I felt her lips and teeth begin to gently nip at the
loose skin of my testicles - a trick she had developed to drive me wild -
and I found that I too could not control my movements.  When the warm,
wetness of her lips enclosed the top of my penis it was my turn to groan
with lust and I lay limply as she sucked every inch of me deep into her
mouth and throat.  The feeling of her tongue attacking every bit of me in
her mouth was all that was needed to lift me to the point of explosion and
when she thrust a finger firmly into my bottom my orgasm burst within me,
spurting my love-juice deep into her greedy, demanding mouth.

   As the incredible feeling subsided I managed to turn my attention back
to the matter in hand, the rubber effigy I was still holding between my
lips.  I began to rotate the shaft again, at the same time pushing and
pulling against the tight rubber panties to move the other end in and out
of Vanya's excited pussy.  She groaned loudly around my penis and, after
one last draining suck, slowly withdrew her mouth.

   Vanya struggled up onto one elbow to push me back on the bed, saying
"Stop now, darling.  I want to finish off properly." She got up onto her
knees and straddled my waist before kissing me wetly, her mouth tasting
slightly salty from what she had just consumed.  She lay full-length on me
then pressed both her legs between mine.  Wriggling down my body a bit, she
reached down and pulled up both of my knees until my booted legs were
around her waist.  "Jane, I want you," was all she said, her eyes staring
lustily into mine, as she fumbled at her hips with one hand.

   Coming immediately after such a sarisfying orgasm I wanted nothing more
than to rest for a while, yet Vanya gave me no respite.  It was no surprise
to feel the tip of the dildo pressing hard at the star of my bottom and, as
last night's `rape' had not hurt at all, I did not protest.  On the
contrary, I suddenly wanted to give her as much as she had just given me,
so I lewdly whispered "That's it Vanya.  Fuck me again.  Use me and make us
both come with your long, thick dildo.  See how deep you can get it into
your slave-girl.  Jane is desperate because she can't get enough of you.  I
need your big black dick inside me now!"

   The words had an immediate effect on her and she pushed hard on the
dildo to sink the thick rubber shaft, still wet with my saliva, deep into
my body.  I took both of her breasts in my hands to squeeze and fondle her
as she loved and was surprised when she began to do the same to me.  Using
my legs to wrap and entrap her waist and hips against me I continued to egg
her on, her eyes getting glazed as I succeeded.  She tried to kiss me but
the effort she was using to pound her hips against mine made her pant too
much.  All she could do was shout over and over "I love you, Jane!", each
repetition getting louder.

   The driving dildo invading my body did not hurt at all, in fact it was
far from unpleasant.  Once I relaxed it felt quite good and I began to
experiment by squeezing my muscles to grip the shaft, which made the other
end in Vanya slide about even more.  I had never seen Vanya so totally in
the throes of passion before so I gripped her tighter with my legs and
doubled the demands on her breasts, whilst I kissed and bit her neck, all
the time demanding she fuck me harder, faster, deeper.  The effect was
unbelievable for she suddenly went completely rigid, an explosive scream,
starting so deep in her body, built to such an intensity that she startled
me into wondering if she was in pain.

   After several long moments the tension disappeared as quickly as it
started and Vanya collapsed on top of me, her whole body completely limp.
She started crying, her lovely form heaving with each sob.  I held and
comforted her, trying to ease her to lay beside me but she refused to move
or let me change position.  At last her crying stopped and she wiped her
eyes and sniffed.  She looked down into my face, her eyes still glistening
with tears, and smiled with a radiance I had rarely seen before.

   "Oh!  My darling lover!  That was the most fantastic climax I have ever
felt.  It was even more wonderful than the first one you ever gave me.  The
way you talked and behaved fulfilled every fantasy I've had dreaming about
you as my woman!  With my dildo penetrating deep inside both of us I felt
so incredibly good.  But how about you, do you really like feeling this?"
Vanya moved her hips around gently to remind me of the dildo's presence. 
"I didn't hurt you at all, did I?"

   I laughed with relief that she was alright, then also at her concern.  I
held her tightly to me, kissed her softly, stroked her hair and told her
quietly that she hadn't hurt me.  "In fact, towards the end, it started to
feel very good, particularly when I knew you were going to come.  After
all, I remember how I've felt when I have been laying between your legs,
deep inside you and I knew how you turned me on.  I love you, Vanya and to
make things good for you always feels good for me also."

   Vanya slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and lovingly,
her body pressing down on mine, the dildo still at full depth.  She broke
the kiss to say "I want you to remember all you feel, because both of us
have to re-learn how to excite each other.  We both have to understand and
keep in mind how our roles have changed.  If you want a reminder, just look
in the mirror."

   Together we looked at our reflection and it hit me as quite a shock.  In
the flurry of activity I had forgotten my new clothes and make-up and
staring at the vision of two women making love brought me up with a start.
To realise that the pretty girl underneath with her arms and legs around
her lover was me was almost unbelievable.  Feeling somewhat embarrassed -
and foolish - I started to drop my limbs but Vanya read my thoughts yet
again.  She thrust firmly with the dildo and said, with a deep compassion
in her voice, to my reflection "Don't be silly, Jane.  Enjoy your new self
to the fullest.  After all, I made you do what you've done and you had no
choice but to comply.  You only laid back and enjoyed the inevitable rape
and I'm just so very glad it felt good for you.  It made me feel tremendous
so I can assure you that I will be doing it again and again.  You've made
love to me in so many positions in so many places; now it is my turn to
catch up!" She looked directly at me then kissed me so hard, her tongue
searching every corner of my mouth, that I knew she wasn't joking.  She was
still elated with the after-effects of that tremendous orgasm and I had to
admit to myself that what she had done had turned me on quite a bit as
well.

   Breaking the kiss Vanya slowly withdrew the dildo from my body then
knelt up on the middle of the bed.  She took my hand, whispering "Come
here, Jane.  Get on your hands and knees in front of me." With her guidance
I was soon as she wanted and she knelt behind me.

   "Now watch in the mirror, Darling.  You can get used to how you are
gooing to look from now on while you watch me make love to Jane's lovely
body - your body, darling!" Vanya's determination was strong in her voice
and I watched in the mirror as she lifted the hem of my skirt up onto my
back and brought her hips to mine until I felt the warm, firm tip of her
dildo against my body again.  In one slow thrust she sank as deep as she
could, her eyes holding mine in the mirror and she smiled a look of triumph
at me as the full penetration brought a groan from my lips.  Vanya began a
slow, steady rhythm back and forth and I had no choice but to watch the
girls in the mirror, the feelings Vanya was causing throughout my body
making sure that I identified with the pretty blonde facing me.  I began to
notice the thrust and wobble of her breasts inside the shimmering green
rubber dress, the sexy sway of her shapely buttocks as they were buffeted
by the woman behind, even her classy make-up, long-lashed, alluring eyes
and pink varnished nails.  At last the embarrassment faded away and, as
Vanya had intended, I began to take delight in the new me - she was a
pretty woman and one who I now suspected could get just as much happiness,
love and excitement from loving Vanya as my other self had done.  Vanya was
certainly getting as much from Jane!

   I watched Vanya's left hand move to cup my breast and fondle it.  "Just
wait until these have grown, Jane, then you will find out how it feels for
me to play with them properly.  I have been adding a strong hormone powder
to your meals for the last few days so I don't think we will have to wait
long for the breast-cream to begin its work.  Soon you can watch your own
breasts bounce and sway as I make love to you like this.  Is that what you
want as well?"

   The erotic show in front of me was churning my thoughts at an incredible
rate and Vanya's lovemaking was making me feel very excited.  Her words and
everything she was doing were having exactly the desired effect - to bring
every bit of my transvestism and the feminine side of my nature out into
the open.  Her questions were really rhetoric; of course those were the
things I now wanted - desperately!  I watched and felt Vanya's other hand
reach under my hips then felt her grasp the end of my penis.  The erotic
encounter which I was watching as well as taking part in was turning me on
to an incredible level, despite my previous orgasm, and Vanya's soft hand
now fondling me so effectively made me almost incapable of thinking
straight.  "Oh yes, Vanya!" I murmured, "That's what I want you to do."

   "You want me to make you grow big, sensitive breasts for me to play
with?" She asked again, "The proper breasts of a women, with big nipples
that I can pierce and hang jewelry from, like mine?" I hadn't answered her
earlier question but now she obviously wanted me to, her huge eyes holding
mine in the mirror.  As she raised me rapidly to new levels of passion I
did so.

   "Yes Vanya.  I want you to do anything to me that you want.  I want you
to make love to me.  I want you to give me real breasts and turn me into a
woman, your woman.  I want you to thrill and excite me all the time like
your doing now.  Just don't stop - please make me come now, PLEASE!"
Thankfully my voice conveyed the urgency that was in me for Vanya increased
her manipulation of my penis, as well as the speed of her hips.

   "You like me playing with your gorgeous clitoris as well, don't you
Jane? All those female hormones that are now flowing through your body are
going to shrink it down to a pretty little clit that I will play with and
lick and suck like you do to mine.  We will lay in bed sucking on each
others breasts and love-buttons for ages before I tie you up and ravish
you. I'm going to make you climax so much you will be too tired to stand.
You are my own sexy slave-girl and you belong totally to me.  Now tell me
that you are my rubber slave-girl and I can do anything to you that I want
to." Her hands and hips momentarily stopped their motion as she waited for
my response, her timing impeccable as always for I was so close to orgasm
that I shouted out my answer so that she would quickly take me over the top
and release the terrible, fantastic tension of excitement she had created
in me.

   "Yes, YES!  I'm your rubber slave-girl.  I'm yours.  You can do anything
to me whenever you want.  Please, Vanya, finish me off.  Please fuck
me!Please make me come!" I found I was almost crying with frustration, but
Vanya still wanted more.

   "Do you really like me fucking you like this, like a wanton whore?  My
own latex slut?  Do you want me to come inside you?" She stared hard into
my eyes in the mirror.  "Tell me that's what you want."

   "Yes, Vanya, Yes!  Fuck me please, anyway you want to!  Please come deep
inside me!  Do anything you like, I'm anything you want me to be but please
fuck me now." My begging answer satisfied whatever it was that she needed
and she began to move her hands again and to drive the dildo in and out of
me in long firm strokes.  In moments she had me at the point of orgasm, but
she delayed it for a while, driving me completely out of control with
excitement.  At last she squeezed me and caressed the head of my penis as
only she knew how to do and everything inside me seemed to explode into
tiny fragments.  It was the best orgasm I had ever known and it was my turn
to scream with the intensity of climax that seemed to last for ages and
scraped every nerve-ending in my body.  Somehow, a tiny part of my mind
watched my reflected image and marvelled at the intense emotions revealed
on the totally feminine face and body in the mirror.  As that immense
orgasm began to fade I collapsed onto the rubber sheet, Vanya embracing my
hips and collapsing on top of me to make sure she didn't withdraw the dildo
even a millimetre.  With a couple more rapid strokes into my limp body,
Vanya also reached another climax, again shouting out her love for me.

   Gradually I recovered my senses and opened my eyes to see our
reflection. My beautiful wife, still penetrating me, smiled a look of deep
love and compassion.  Breathlessly, she spoke in a soft sexy voice right
into my ear and straight to my soul.  "Now you know how you make me feel,
darling, and how I am going to make you feel from now on." She smiled
lovingly again.  "Just lie still for a while and let me hold you." Vanya's
head rested on the back of my rubber dress and her arms reached around me
to stroke and caress my body.  It took ages before I felt my strength
return and I knew I had never felt so drained, so satisfied or so in love.
Vanya had made sure that I knew how I wanted her to love me from now on,
even if she was changing my body to do so.  I began to wonder what it would
be like to be a woman, eventually deciding that I was more than happy for
Vanya to show and teach me.  I loved and adored my wife and now a new
dimension to our life and love was beginning to unfold.

   At last Vanya stirred and slowly withdrew the dildo.  She rolled away
and stood up, smiling lovingly down at me, completely unashamed of the big
black effigy jutting out from her hips with which she had just satisfied
both of us.  "Go to the toilet now, Jane.  I think you must need it," I was
told, so I struggled to my feet and went into the bathroom.  I sat on the
pan, enjoying the way I had to lift up the tiny skirt of my dress, then
crossed to the bidet to wash myself off.  I let the jet of water enter my
body and whoosh out again, then dried myself and returned to Vanya.

   She held another pair of rubber panties in her hand and came over to me,
rolling them up as she did so.  Vanya stretched the waist open and told me
to step into them so I did, being careful to get my booted foot and the
slender high-heel through the panties.  I rested my hand on Vanya's back as
I inserted the other foot then carefully maintained my balance as she
pulled the tight-fitting rubber up my thighs.  With them almost in place
she stopped and told me to lean forward onto the dressing table.  I did as
she wanted and she bent down behind me, pulling aside the crotch of the
panties.  There was a small lump molded into the panties and this Vanya
positioned directly against my bottom before wriggling and pushing it into
me - my freshly-abused anus being particularly sensitive to this new
invasion of my body.  Content with the position Vanya resumed pulling up
the tight rubber until my hips were coated in a black rubber skin.  She
finally reached into the front of the panties to push my genitals low down
into the crotch so that the bulge hardly showed.

   "Jane, I wondered about giving you your own make-up kit, but decided
instead that we would share everything as usual.  You'll find it all in OUR
make-up drawer, so touch up your lipstick now.  The pink one is on top." I
sat down on the stool and got quite a thrill from painting my lips with the
brilliant pink colour.  It was all so strange and new, and I wondered how
long it would take to accept myself fully as Jane.

   From her wardrobe Vanya took a steel belt and came back towards me
saying "It's back into bondage time, Jane.  I hope you haven't forgotten
your promise." I had made this belt especially for Vanya and I was amazed
when she managed to pull it round my waist and seal it closed with the tiny
but strong padlock.  Vanya had a tiny waist - no wonder the corset felt so
tight if mine was squeezed in to the same size!  From the sides of the wide
stainless steel belt hung two short chains which ended in single handcuffs
and Vanya quickly snapped my wrists into them.  I could move my hands only
a couple of inches from my waist but it was a lot easier than the
restraining tube I had been in last evening.  "That makes sure you don't go
playing with yourself, Jane.  I don't want you to be too tired next time
I'm ready.  Now, sit on the bed," she ordered and I was glad to comply.  A
strap was tightened round my booted ankles before Vanya pushed me over onto
my side.

   From one of her drawers Vanya took a small rubber bulb with a tube
attached to it and returned to me.  She pushed and fiddled over my bottom
then stood in front of me.  "You know how I like to have my pussy filled,
Jane and now you've felt what it's like to be penetrated.  I'm going to
make you learn to love it like I do, that's why I bought those panties for
you.  That small lump that is poking into you is hollow.  It contains an
inflatable bladder, and it leads to this." She waved the bulb in front of
me.  "Enjoy how this feels," she said as she began to slowly and repeatedly
squeeze it in her hand.

   The feeling as the bladder inflated is difficult to describe, for it
started off as such a slow, almost impercectable growth inside me.  As
Vanya continued to squeeze the bulb it was like wanting to go to the toilet
but trying to hold on.  It continued to grow until my stomach muscles
started to convulse to try to expel the enormous bladder but the panties
were too tight and stiff.  I begged Vanya to stop and she did, watching me
squirm as the convulsions wracked my body.  Gradually they eased and Vanya
deflated the bladder just a little then disconnected the tube.  The bladder
was still filling me and my vixen wife smiled and said "Get used to the
feeling, darling.  I'm going for a proper shower now, so don't go away,
will you?" As if I could in the chains and strap!

   Vanya took her time in the shower whilst all I could do was lie on the
bed and reflect on all that had happened in less than 24 hours.  I wondered
what it would be like to have real breasts and what would happen if my
penis shrank as Vanya had predicted.  I knew hormones could have a profound
effect, but secretly had my doubts that they would be as Vanya had in mind.
However, her friend Janet was a medical technologist at a major chemical
company so just maybe...  My thoughts were interrupted by Vanya walking
naked into the bedroom, her incredible body still glowing from the rigorous
toweling she always gave herself.

   "I'm glad to see you waited for me, Jane.  Now you can watch and learn
when I do my make-up," Vanya said with a laugh in her voice.  "Let me get
dressed first, although I don't think I can look as sexy as you." What a
laugh - she knew that she was the most incredible turn-on for me and,
knowing what I liked, always made a point of looking very sensuous.  I
watched her naked form bend down as she searched in her special undies
drawer and she extracted a frilly black pair of panties made from very thin
latex.  She smiled at me as she stepped into them and wriggled them up her
strong, shapely legs.  Next she took a matching rubber bra and slid her
arms into the thin straps before stretching her hands back to do up the
clips behind her back.  The bra had only half-cups which pushed up her
lovely breasts and I longed to go to her and caress them as she settled
each one into its soft support.  Next she added a tiny waist-cincher, also
of black rubber which she soon had around her tiny waist, doing up the
clips one by one.  She turned to face me.

   "How do I look, darling?  You don't think so much black looks too
sombre?" The look on Vanya's face as she asked me showed all the delight
she had in knowing how much I loved her.  She also knew how much I loved
her dressing in sexy undies, particularly in rubber, and the effects it had
on me.  Despite me telling her how beautiful she looked, she added "Perhaps
I should wear something more colourful with it - let's see." She turned to
her jewelry box and took out a pair of long dangly earrings with bright
green stones at the end and slipped them through her earlobes.  Then she
took a slightly different but similar pair and carefully threaded them
through her beautiful nipples.  She turned around and walked over to where
I lay, the pendants swinging from her ears and breasts glinting brightly as
she did so.  She knew the one surefire way to turn me on was to wear nipple
jewelry.  "How about these, Jane?  Do you like them, do these make me look
more sexy?"

   I could only huskily mutter "Oh!  Yes, darling," from where I lay
beneath her.  I desperately wanted to get up and hold and kiss her, to
caress and suck her lovely breasts.

   She recognised the look in my eyes, saying "If you like them that much
perhaps we should pierce your nipples now, then you'll be ready for when
your breasts grow.  Would you like that Jane?  Would you like me to pierce
them for you now?" As she asked me she continued to rock her hips, making
the jewels dance in the light as they swung from her nipples just peeping
over the black rubber cups of her bra.  God!  She looked so provocative and
sensuous!  She leaned further over me, still rocking her hips, the green
stones swinging just above me and brushing my nose.  "Well, is that what
you want?" she asked again in a husky voice.

   Whilst the sight of Vanya and her provocative movements were mesmerising
and turning me on to a considerable extent, the thought of needles being
push through my own nipples ensured I shook my head vigorously, saying "
No, Vanya.  Please don't"

   Vanya laughed at my reaction, retorting "You didn't mind when you
suggested I get mine pierced in London.  You told me it wouldn't hurt, and
I suppose it didn't really when we had them done, but you were too scared
when I suggested that we have yours pierced as well!  Now you're still too
frightened." Her tone got serious, although her smile remained in place, as
she added "Listen carefully, Jane: I want your nipples pierced so that I
can make you wear jewelry like this.  So, pierced is what they will be. 
Whether I do it now or when your breasts have grown doesn't really matter,
but it's something you can count on and look forward to." There was no
mistaking the finality in her voice and I began to think up all the excuses
why she shouldn't do it to me.

   However, I could not forget how she agreed to have her nipples pierced
when I asked her.  At the time I thought she wanted them done as well, but
only afterwards did I learn that it was just to please me and because it
was my birthday!  Once they were pierced, however, her nipples became
constantly erect and even more sensitive to the point where I could bring
her to climax just by playing with her nipples and whatever jewelry she had
through them.  Now, she loved that they were pierced - maybe I was being a
bit silly in refusing what she wanted.  Maybe she would make mine even more
sensitive than she had already done, but inside me there was still some
fear.

   Vanya turned and strode to her wardrobe and took out a bright purple
rubber mini-dress which I didn't recognise.  With her back to me she
stepped into it, pulled the straps of the bodice onto her shoulders and did
up the back zip.  As she turned around to let me see the front Vanya smiled
at the lust which must have shown on my face, for the front was cut on the
same line as her bra so the tops of her breasts, her nipples and the jewels
were fully exposed.  In a soft, sexy voice she asked "How do you like this
little number, darling?  I think I'll wear it today to remind you of how
I'm going to dress you when your breasts have grown.  Does it do anything
for you?"

   I stared in wonder at my beautiful, shapely wife posing in front of me,
the sparkling green stones dancing in the light and being reflected in the
shiny, polished purple latex of her provacative new dress.  "Vanya, you are
the most beautiful woman in the world!" I replied in awe.  "Dressed like
that you know you will drive me wild with wanting you.  Please release me
and let me make love to you properly right now!" I doubted I would be able
to stand the sight of her like that all day - I would go mad with
frustration and lust!  Vanya chuckled throatily at my reply.

   "That's why I restrained your hands again, Jane.  I can now feel safe
that you won't molest me," she said coyly.  "I'll decide when - and how -
you can make love to me.  And it won't be the old way that you're now
thinking of!" Vanya walked slowly back round the bed to me, totally
self-confident now, taking her time and swinging her body, almost
mesmerising me with the sway and dance of the jewels.  She reached down and
released the strap around my ankles, tossed it onto the bed beside me and
ordered "Stand up Darling.  You can come over to the dressing table and
watch - I'll give you your first make-up lesson." With that she placed one
of the bedroom chairs next to the stool and sat down to begin.

   Once I was sitting Vanya gave me a very detailed explanation of
everything that she did to her face and each cosmetic she used.  I hadn't
realised there was so much to make-up or that she knew so much.  Throughout
the lesson I found it difficult to keep my gaze from the reflection of
Vanya's sensuous breasts, so clearly in view, or the green jewels that
swung and danced from the end of her prominent nipples with her every move.
I longed to stop listening and watching and start doing!  I was frequently
admonished for `leering' but I knew Vanya was loving what she was doing to
me.

   When Vanya had finished her make-up and hair she took a pair of shoes to
match her dress from her wardrobe and slid her feet into them.  Although
the heels were only of medium height they reduced the difference between us
and stopped me feeling like a giant next to her.  I was then ordered to
help tidy up which, with only limited hand and arm movement, was confined
to holding, fetching and carrying.  I think Vanya was intent on making me
get used to moving about on the high-heels as quickly as possible, for I
found myself moving backwards and forwards between the bedrooms, lounge,
kitchen and playroom far more than seemed necessary.  All the time I was
more than aware of the inflated bladder which filled me but, with time and
movement, it became less intrusive.

   Once everything was tidied to Vanya's satisfaction I was roped into
helping her wash her rubber suit and the dildo-pants she had worn as well
as my nightie.  On Vanya's instructions I carried them out into our
enclosed yard for her to hang them on the line, and as she stretched
upwards I found my eyes drawn for the hundedth time to her beautiful
breasts with the jewels dancing in the sunlight and her shapely legs in the
slender heels.  Once we were done I was put in charge of the vacuum cleaner
and found that my restricted hands only minimally interfered with that
task.

   At last Vanya's voice called me to the kitchen for a snack, a cup of tea
and, of course, a chat which culminated in her thanking me for playing
maid. "You certainly look the part, so I hope you will enjoy helping me
share all our `women's work' from now on." The love in her face and voice
negated any nastiness in her words so I kissed her and told her I loved
her, despite all the walking she was making me do in the uncomfortable
boots.  Vanya merely laughed and told me that feminine beauty had its own
price and I would learn all about it in time.

   
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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.



   Saturday

   Once the cups and plates were cleared away I was taken to the bedroom
again and sat upon the stool.  My dress was unzipped and Vanya put on thin
latex gloves and creamed my breasts again.  I was very surprised to find
that all the cream she had applied to the breastforms had been absorbed by
my skin and wondered if this second liberal application would also be
soaked up as quickly.

   Vanya peeled off the gloves, put them and the cream back in her drawer
and brought out two hollow hemispheres of pink rubber.  Without a comment
she pushed a flexible plastic tube through the middle of one and brought it
up to my chest.  Vanya placed the end of the tube with the rubber thing
against my right nipple then began to suck at the other.  I watched in
fascination as my nipple was sucked into the end of the tube.  Next she
slid the tight-fitting pink rubber down and off the tube to grip at the
base of my nipple and removed the tube entirely.  As I looked down at the
hemisphere dangling from my nipple, wondering what its purpose might be,
Vanya slid the second rubber-thing onto the tube.  After sucking on my left
nipple with the tube she soon had both rubber hemispheres sitting tightly
against the skin of my chest.

   Having putting the plastic tube away, Vanya turned her attention back to
me.  Taking one of the hemispheres in the fingers of both hands she slowly
inverted the shape until it sprang out the other way, pulling my nipple out
with it.  She inverted the other and both my nipples were now jutting out
from the middle of the small rubber domes which completely covered the
aureoles of my breasts.  I twitched with the unexpected, though not
unpleasant, pull on each nipple but Vanya ignored me.  The grip was
sufficient to hold the hemispheres firmly in place and ensure my nipples
stayed rigidly erect.

   Vanya took both of my nipples in her fingers to roll and tease them,
telling me she had found the domes in a Belgian sex shop.  "The man said
these are the world's best nipple-trainers and could be worn for several
hours at a time.  He reckoned that it was impossible to forget your nipples
while you are wearing them.  I've never tried them, so you will have to
tell me if he was right, Darling." With that Vanya returned the
cream-coated breastforms to my bra and zipped up my dress.

   Feeling very aware of my stretched nipples, now also slightly compressed
beneath the breast-forms, I was taken down to our playroom again.  I knew
Vanya had been down there while I was vacuuming, but the sight that met my
eyes was a surprise.  She had attached four chains to ceiling rings and
from these was suspended a small sheet of soft leather at waist height. 
The impression was of a tiny hammock, but the thick leather straps attached
to the chains told me it wasn't for sleeping on!  Vanya made me lay the top
half of my body face-down on the hammock so that she could reach the valve
for the bladder in my bottom and, at last, I felt it deflate.  It was an
incredible relief but Vanya teased me with "I could see how much you were
enjoying the feeling, Jane, but I think you have had enough now.  Stand up
and I'll take your panties off."

   With even more relief I had the pleasure of her peeling the very tight
rubber down my hips, but once they were off Vanya ordered me to lie on my
back in the contraption.  With her help I did so and found that, whilst my
head was supported by the shaped top of the sheet, my legs and the cheeks
of my bottom were hanging off the other end.  This was changed by Vanya
lifting each leg and doing up the straps about my booted ankles.  Like last
night's bondage, I now had both legs widely spread and held high above the
rest of my body.

   One at a time, Vanya released my wrists from the cuffs on the stainless
steel belt and strapped them in the wide leather cuffs attached to the top
chains.  She finished my total bondage by buckling a wide strap around the
hammock and my waist so that, no matter how much I wriggled and tried, I
was totally helpless.  "I thought you might like a nap after all that
housework, Jane while I'll get ready to make one other improvement to your
appearance." With those few words as explanation she walked behind me and
out of sight while I was left to gently swing in complete restraint,
wondering what on earth she had in mind this time, my exposed position
creating all sorts of horrible possibilities.

   When Vanya reappeared about 15 minutes later to stand between my
outstretched legs, she was holding a small pair of scissors and an open
razor; my mind and mouth went into overdrive at what she might be
contemplating!  She laughed loudly at my reaction then calmed me down a
bit, saying "Don't panic, Darling, there's no way that I would hurt you.  I
just want to shave you because I was annoyed by all the hair around your
clit and pussy when I sucked you.  However, you better keep still while I
shave you - this razor is very sharp!"

   I tried to protest but Vanya just told me to be quiet.  There was
nothing that I could do to prevent her having her way and she went to work
with the scissors.  She soon snipped off all the pubic hair, even from my
testicles.  With the hair trimmed very short Vanya took a can of shaving
foam and squirted it all around my genitals, the cool foam making me
shiver. The way she spread the foam around, teasing my penis and testicles,
had me shivering again but not from the temperature!  She laughed happily
at her power over me saying "I thought you didn't want me to do it, Jane.
You really are a very fickle girl!" With that she began to shave me with
the open razor and I found myself holding my breath in case she slipped. 
Vanya knew exactly what she was doing as she slowly removed all of the
stubble, even stretching out my scrotum to remove every trace of hair.

   "There you are, my Darling, bald and beautiful.  Let me get a flannel
and get rid of the soap." The wet cloth was warm at least and Vanya washed
away the last traces of the foam.  Dropping the cloth into the bowl, Vanya
squirted some feminine-perfumed lotion from a small tube then rubbed her
hands all over my genitals, her eyes smiling down to mine.  "You feel
lovely and soft now, Jane.  Its just the way I wanted it to feel.  One test
to go," she said in a throaty voice as she lowered her head.  I watched her
mouth go slowly lower, my breath held in anticipation of her hot mouth.  I
was not disappointed, her tongue flicking lightly down the length of me
before darting all over my balls, then back up again.  Vanya fondled my
testicles with both hands whilst her lips slowly, sexily sucked the length
of my penis into her hot mouth.  I groaned with satisfaction as she
continued to suck and gently chew on me, at which she stopped momentarily
to say around my penis "This is much better, Jane, nothing's annoying me
now."

   I was surprised to find that despite the growing excitement with what
Vanya was doing to me, my penis remained limp rather than growing rapidly
erect as it usually did with Vanya's loving.  The feelings were the same,
however and she soon had me squirming as much as the stiff straps would
allow.  Vanya gently pushed a thumb into my bottom and began to move it in
circles, all the while continuing to suck and fondle as only she knew how.
After a minute or two she slowly inserted her other thumb and began to
gently pull and stretch the entrance to my body, creating unexpected and
incredibly delightful feelings as I lay in delightful torment with the
wonderful things she was creating in my mind and body.

   Suddenly she stopped and pulled away from me.  Vanya tugged her dress up
around her waist and walked to my head.  "I need some attention too,
Darling," said Vanya, leaning over me to graze the nipple-pendants over my
face so that her lovely breasts were inches above my eyes.  "I hope you
don't mind that I haven't shaved." With that she moved forward so that the
crotch of her frilly black panties was brushing my face.  She reached both
hands down to pull aside the latex frills to reveal the split crotch of her
panties, then lowered herself to press her moist pussy to my mouth.  As I
pushed my tongue slowly into her, Vanya leaned down my body to again take
me into her mouth and to suck and caress me.  When Vanya had me squirming
with pleasure once more, I felt her penetrate my bottom again.  It was not
her finger this time, for something much fatter was being pushed into me. I
found out what it was when Vanya switched it on and the vibrator began to
tingle inside me.  The feeling was incredible as the tickling vibrations
spreading to my stomach and thighs.  It rapidly added to the build up that
Vanya's active mouth was causing and, almost without warning, my climax
burst in spurts deep into Vanya's throat.  The vibrator was turned off as
my greedy wife drained me with long, hard sucks before letting go of my
limp but satisfied tool.

   Vanya lifted herself from me, saying "Your clit and pussy feel so sexy
now, Jane.  I think they are becoming more sensitive too." She turned
around, the dress still perched around her waist, and she sat down on the
top of my chest.  Again she pulled open the frilly rubber panties and slid
forward so that my mouth was covered by her vagina.  Vanya pushed herself
against the floor then sat her full weight on me to make the hammock gently
swing back and forth.  She slid her hands under my neck and pulled my mouth
harder against her lovely pussy.  Once again I pushed my tongue into her as
far as I could, then began to lick in circles round the entrance to her
body.  It was her turn to squirm and I looked up her body to see her hands
cup and squeeze her prominent breasts, her forefingers pressing and
rotating her rigid nipples.  Her own actions and the swing of the bondage
hammock were bouncing the jewels about wildly and I could hardly take my
eyes from the brilliant green stones or the nipples and breasts behind
them. That distraction was stopped as Vanya's dress began to slide down her
hips and over my face, the cool purple rubber being such a contrast to the
heat that was coming from Vanya's body and thighs.  I was enclosed in a
tiny world filled with the concentrated aromas of my wonderful woman,
overlaid with the sexy pungency of pure latex.

   As I began sucking on the tops of Vanya's inner lips and clit she gasped
loudly "Yes, my Darling Slave!  That's what I need." In moments she
stiffened against me as her climax hit her, the convulsions of her vagina
gently gripping at my tongue.  Her legs collapsed to the floor, which
stopped the swinging and gradually she took her weight off my chest and
throat.  Slowly she pulled up her dress again, slid back a bit and smiled a
look of such love that something seemed to glow inside me that we should
feel so much magic for each other.  I loved her so much at that moment it
hurt.  "Jane, my sexy slave-girl, you have such a wonderful mouth.  You
always excite me so much and you know just what to do to make me come.  I
love you very, very much." Vanya slid off me then stood to one side so she
could lean down and kiss me long, deep and wetly, her tongue entwining with
mine.  That kiss bounced so much love back and forth between us that it
left us both breathless with the total joy of what we felt for each other.

   Going to the dressing table, Vanya returned with the tube of body lotion
and she squirted a blob of the cold, pink cream onto my penis.  "Sorry, was
it cold, Jane?" Vanya chuckled as I shivered.  "This will stop you being
sore from the shave, Darling, although I did kiss it better.  Let me rub it
in for you," Vanya said as she used both hands to massage again all around
where she had removed the hair.  She finished, rubbed the last of the cream
into her own hands then kissed me once more.  "You can take that nap now,
Darling, while I sort out a few things.  Just lay there and relax - I'll
see you in a little while." Vanya stroked my cheek lovingly then headed out
the door.



   After several attempts to escape from the thick leather straps around my
wrists I was forced to accede to my helplessness so I lay in frustrating
bondage for what must have been well over an hour.  Now and again I heard
Vanya moving around upstairs but, apart from that, had no distraction.  My
mind wandered over what Vanya had done and was doing to me and I realised
that I still had many strong doubts about her turning me into 'her woman.'

   The constrictive boots and the corset, which didn't feel quite so tight
now, were a constant source of annoyance.  And although the nipple-trainers
were not tugging on me as much as they first had, I could still feel them
doing their work inside my tight bra.  There would be many things that I
could no longer do, as a woman and I wondered if Vanya had thought through
all the implications.

   I knew there was nothing I could do to stop her at the moment, short of
demanding she did so and I was sure that doing that after agreeing to her
desires would damage the love we had for each other.  I had never known her
so excited or committed before and it was rubbing off on me.  She had
certainly brought all my transvestism and femininity into the open and I
wondered if I could ever smother them again - or if I would even want to,
for a large part of me was extremely turned-on by what was happening. 
Something inside me seemed deliciously alive and well, something that had
been sadly dormant for many years; I knew I would never fell 'whole' again
if we stopped now.



   At last Vanya walked back into our playroom, still dressed as sexily as
she had been and with her make-up refreshed.  "How do you feel now, my
beautiful Jane?  Well rested I hope," Vanya greeted me as she approached.
She leaned over to kiss me, adding "Your lipstick's a bit smudged, so I
think I'll release you and attend to your face." She undid one strap and
immediately snapped my wrist back into the cuff of the waistbelt, then did
the same with the other one.  Her idea of releasing me was obviously less
than what I had in mind!  The wide strap around my waist was also undone,
then Vanya released my ankles.  With her assistance I struggled to my feet
and we made our way back up to our bedroom.  I was surprised to see that
the sun was setting as we reached the top of the stairs.  Saturday was
passing very quickly.

   When I sat down in front of the mirror I saw what Vanya meant, for most
of the colour had gone from my lips, some having spread onto my cheeks and
chin.  I wondered if Vanya's pussy was carrying traces of my lipstick.  My
mouth was wiped with a creamy tissue to remove the ruined make-up, then
Vanya skillfully began the repairs.  Soon I was looking as though nothing
had spoilt it and, while my lovely wife began to brush and arrange my
tussled hair, I gazed in wonder again at how I now looked.

   Although I wouldn't win any beauty contests Vanya had succeeded in
making me look quite pretty and I couldn't resist batting my long eyelashes
up and down or pouting at myself in the mirror.  This vanity brought a
satisfied chuckle from Vanya, to which she added "Go ahead and admire
yourself, Jane.  Your new image took a long time planning but it was worth
every minute.  I've been collecting clothes and things for you, for almost
a year now, in anticipation of converting you to my slave-girl.  I was sure
I would succeed one day but I didn't dare hope things would progress this
fast.  Now I'll show you what you will be wearing from now on." Finished
with my hair, she tossed the brush and comb back into the drawer, pulled me
to my feet and drew me over to my wardrobe.

   Vanya turned the key and opened both doors, turning to watch my face.  I
was staggered, for all of my suits, shirts and other clothes had been
removed.  In their place hung dresses, skirts and blouses, mostly of
various coloured rubber, but with odd items in satin and nylon.  On the
floor of the wardrobe were over half a dozen different pairs of shoes and
boots with heels from ultra-high stilettos to lower normal ones.  The
shelves down the side of the wardrobe now held a wide selection of rubber
undies - bras, panties, suspenders, corsets, slips and stockings - and
several packets of nylon stockings as well.  The range of items and colours
was enormous and must have cost a fortune - thank Goodness we could afford
it!

   Choosing a pair of black panties from one of the shelves Vanya passed
them to me to hold.  I found they were the same ones I had worn the evening
before and, moments later, Vanya put them on me.  It was amazing how the
soft folds of the thin outer latex hid even the slight bulge that the tight
inner rubber layer didn't squash.  Next I stepped into a tiny waist-slip of
very thin black latex which, once the fine latex under-garment was around
my hips, filled out the short skirt of my dress.

   After admiring the way I looked, Vanya continued "I've packed up all
your old clothes, Darling.  I don't think you'll ever be needing them
again. I'll hang onto them for a couple of days, just to make sure I want
you always as my woman, them I'll give them to charity.  I intend to make
absolutely sure that you won't want to dress in boring men's clothing ever
again!" said Vanya over my shoulder as I scanned all the sexy items once
more.  "You will have plenty of chance to examine all the lovely things
I've bought for you, and we'll try them on you in good time.  Do you like
what you see?"

   I turned to face Vanya to put my arms around her, momentarily forgetting
my bondage.  She smiled at my frustration and, while I kissed her deeply,
she slid her arms round me and hugged me tightly.  I pulled back slightly
and said into Vanya's brightly smiling eyes and face "Vanya, my gorgeous
wife, I'm very uncertain about being a full-time woman, but everything
you're doing to me makes it more difficult to go back to looking like a
man. You know how much I love sexy rubber clothes like these, but I didn't
realise you knew how much I wanted to wear them as well as see you in them.
Nor did I know how much you wanted me dressed in them.  One thing I have to
ask you is, if I am to be your woman, will it make you want to be more
masculine?"

   Vanya threw back her head and laughed, then, much to my relief, said "No
way, you silly girl.  I love being dressed in sexy clothes, the more
feminine the better.  It turns me on knowing what they do to you, besides I
love the feel of smooth, sexy rubber.  No, we are going to enjoy life as
two woman from now on.  The way I feel since I started this weekend, you
ARE going to stay as my woman, so please accept it.  Despite any doubts you
might have, don't try and resist me because I've decided that this is my
weekend and I don't want it to stop - EVER!  I have never been so
completely in charge of you before and, now that I am, I love everything
from totally controlling you to just knowing your in my power," Vanya told
me with total conviction permeating her voice.

   "How about you, Jane?  Can you handle being dominated by me from now on?
You know I'll never hurt you but I intend to control everything you do from
now on.  I know we will both love it - we are going to have so much loving
and excitement it will be like a permanent honeymoon." She squeezed me as
she spoke and the joy in her voice showed me how turned-on, yet serious she
was with her intent.

   I thought deeply for several moments.  "Alright, Vanya.  I have to admit
that I love not knowing what you are going to do to me next and I feel so
sexy with the way that you dress me.  At the moment there doesn't seem to
be much I can do to stop you having your wicked way with this poor girl," I
replied.  "However, there will be some occasions when not looking like I
used to would be embarrassing.  I also have to tell you I'm worried that I
didn't get an erection earlier - probably because of those hormones you've
been giving me.  We mustn't go too far, my Darling, and you must cut out
the hormone treatment." I told her honestly, believing she needed to hear
my views.

   Vanya's face grew more serious as I spoke, but her intense love for me
remained deep in her eyes.  "You're right about the hormones keeping you
limp, Jane, but I will continue to make you take them.  You won't be able
to get an erection from now on, but you won't need one either.  I've just
proved to you that I can still make you come whenever I want you to. 
Please understand how determined I am - I will do whatever I want to make
you more and more a real woman and as feminine as possible.  Stay there a
minute," commanded Vanya as she took her arms from my corseted waist and
delved in her bedside drawer.  She returned with a pink metal tube, and,
flicking off the plastic cap, shook a couple of large white tablets into
her hand.

   "You are totally under my control, Jane, and I really do mean to keep
you there.  These are special hormone booster tablets," she said as she
waved them in front of me.  "I bought them at a shop in San Francisco that
specialises in sex-change items - I haven't found them anywhere else in the
world.  I spoke to the girl there about them and she told me they rapidly
speed up and increase the effect of female hormones in men that want to
look like girls, apparently they block the male hormones as they are
created.  I was completely fooled, for she told me she was born a boy!  She
had a lovely figure with big, firm breasts and she said that she had used
these to help create the change.

   "I told her what I intended to do to you and she sold me these pills and
the slower-acting but longer-lasting hormone powder I've been feeding you
for almost a week.  Your breast cream also came from there, not from Janet,
I'm afraid and although it is very strong, these booster tablets will more
than triple the effect." Vanya held one up to my mouth.  In a serious and
very determined voice she told me "Accept the inevitable, Jane.  You ARE my
slave-girl and that is how you will look and stay.  Are you going to
swallow this voluntarily or do I have to force you to take it?"

   There was no mistaking how determined she was as she waited, holding the
pill to my lips, staring deep into my eyes all the time.  To say I was
uncertain would have been an understatement; I really did not know what to
do.  I blurted out "But Vanya, my Darling wife, if I do I won't be able to
satisfy you as a man any more!" She ignored my words and I slowly realised
she had already thought of those consequences and dismissed them. 
Gradually Vanya's stare and power of will got the better of me and I slowly
opened my lips.  She pushed the pill onto my tongue and waited while I
struggled to swallow the massive thing.  The second pill was also placed in
my mouth.  As I swallowed that also, Vanya's face became a picture of
triumph and joy.  "That's wonderful, Jane.  I really wanted you to take it
yourself, but if you hadn't I really would have made you take it somehow.
Now I want to start getting rid of your other worries.  Come with me."

   With my mind still racing with the confusion of thoughts that Vanya was
causing, I watched her take a cotton jacket from her wardrobe and slip her
arms into it.  When she did up the buttons it completely hid her up-thrust
breasts and jewelry.  Vanya took my hand and steered me to the stairs.  I
presumed we were going to the playroom again but, at the bottom of the
stairs Vanya led me the other way and into the garage.  Vanya opened the
passenger door of her car and pushed me in before closing it after me. 
Once she was in the driving seat Vanya leaned over and clipped the seatbelt
around me then tossed one of her cardigans across my lap to hide my
fettered wrists.

   I was horrified!  "Vanya, we can't go out!  People might see me, even
strangers - God!  I couldn't handle the embarrassment...." I blurted out as
my wife nonchalantly buckled her own seatbelt, pressed the gadgets to open
doors and gates, and calmly drove into the road.  Our lane was empty but,
as we reached the bottom, the number of cars and pedestrians out in the
early evening began to grow.  I tried to sink down in my seat and look away
from everybody whilst Vanya chuckled softly now and then as she watched my
embarrassed reaction.  I asked, then pleaded with her to drive home again
but to no avail.  She was headed into town and nothing I said would change
her mind.

   Once we were driving slowly in light but steady Saturday evening traffic
in stop/start mode, Vanya turned to me to say "To everybody out there we
are just two women in a car.  Lots of people have already seen you and, to
them, you are exactly what they see: a pretty blonde woman dressed in a
shiny green dress, probably on her way to a club or a party.  They don't
know how I'm dressed under this jacket, nor do they know we are dressed in
rubber or that I have you in bondage.  They don't even suspect my
nipple-jewelery nor have they done so since they were pierced.  I know how
you feel, because you once threatened to take me out in handcuffs but you
mustn't worry.  You must get used to it because plenty of people are going
to see you from now on - as a woman.  I intend to keep you looking sexy as
well as feminine, so don't be surprised if you turn some heads.  I'll take
the same pride as you do when men look at me."

   I tried to argue but Vanya would have none of it.  She continued
cruising around town, obviously enjoying herself and even stopped outside a
cinema to ask directions she didn't need.  The usher, leaning down to look
in the window, looked straight at me as he recounted the route but it was
obvious he saw nothing out of the ordinary, although my heart was pounding
inside.  I realised that the neon lights and my make-up stopped my red face
from showing.  His eyes did glance furtively at my legs in their shiny
black rubber coating below my short skirt, and at my false breasts pushing
against the top of the dress.  As we drove off Vanya laughed loudly at my
embarrassment, then told me "You see, Jane?  All he saw was two girls
dressed for the evening.  I think he fancied the look of you, though."

   A while later Vanya spotted a policeman at a corner and said, with an
impish smile on her face, "Let's see if he notices anything odd about you!"
I begged her not to, before demanding loudly that she drive us home
immediately, telling her it wasn't funny anymore.  Vanya quickly pulled the
car into the curb and turned in her seat to stare angrily at me, her eyes
blazing.  "Jane, do you still not understand?  You do what I tell you and
you certainly don't try to tell me what to do.  If you don't accept that
right now I'm going to make you get out of the car and walk home!  And I
won't release your hands, either.  So, what is it going to be?" She
continued to stare at me as I watched the policeman begin to walk towards
us.  Vanya also saw his approach, adding "I'll tell him I stopped to let
you get out - and ask him to help you, Jane."

   I wasn't sure of what Vanya would do - I felt inside she wouldn't go
through with her threat but her eyes and voice said different.  I almost
panicked as the man was getting closer each moment I hesitated.  Suddenly I
broke.  "Alright Vanya, I'll do whatever you want.  Please drive off now,
please," I pleaded, but she merely smiled at me.

   She patted my shoulder gently, saying "Don't be so nervous, Jane.  This
will really show you how you look." With that she leaned over and wound
down the passenger window as the policemen approached my side of the car
and bent down to look at each of us in turn.  Scarcely able to breath I
listened to her say "Excuse me, Officer, I wonder if you can help us.  My
sister badly needs the toilet and we can't find one." Again I squirmed with
embarrassment as he looked at me with a friendly smile of sympathy.

   He gave directions to Vanya to the nearest hotel, then turned to me to
add in a softly-joking voice "Why is it women always seem to have weak
bladders when they get in a car?" I started to mumble something, but Vanya
took over quickly.

   "Never the drivers, Officer.  Only the passengers!" She laughed loudly,
thanked him and pulled away from the kerb.  When she stopped laughing she
said to me "Now will you accept how good you look, Jane?  We'll have to
work on your voice before you speak in public, though, so from now on start
to practice on a softer female voice." She continued to chuckle at what she
had done.  I sat there trying to relax but, half-jokingly told her she was
a bitch to have put me through that.  All that did was start her laughing
again, but with relief I noticed that we were driving home at last.

   Once safely in the house again Vanya helped me out of the car and up to
the lounge.  She noticed that I was still shaking from the experience and
told me "You mustn't worry so much, Darling.  I told you I wouldn't hurt
you or let anything happen to you, but you must get used to two things. 
The first is that from now on you WILL do everything that I tell you to do.
And the second is that you must accept that you are a woman now and that
you truly look the part.  Don't be embarrassed to be seen; rather enjoy it
and be proud of how feminine I've made you look.  Even the policeman looked
at you and liked what he saw." She put her arms around me and kissed away
the bitterness I had felt, her hands stroking all over my rubber dress. 
Finally she added in a soft, compassionate voice "Let's sit down and have a
brandy together.  I think that will calm your nerves before dinner."

   The brandy managed to spread into two and the bottle of wine we had with
dinner ensured that we had a very relaxed evening in contrast to the
tension of earlier.  Vanya had released me from the cuffs and belt after
the first brandy and she was obviously on an enormous high and tremendous,
sparkling company.  I had always loved being with her but that night was
even more special.  The love that built and flowed between us was of such
intensity that neither of us wanted the evening to end.

   After taking the dishes to the kitchen we both flopped onto the couch
with another large brandy in our hands and spent the rest of the evening in
happy small-talk interspersed with numerous kisses and cuddles.  We both
forgot any roles we should have been playing - the fact I was in make-up
and a dress went completely unnoticed for quite a while.  I even managed to
forget the tight corset, the nipple-trainers and boots for a while; in fact
for much of the time it seemed so natural to be wearing them.  Perhaps
Vanya had been more effective in her `conversion' of me than either of us
had both guessed.

   Finally the yawns caught up with us both and Vanya, putting both our
glasses on the coffee table, said "Come on, my Darling.  It's time we were
in bed." We got to our feet and made our way to the bedroom where she
helped me remove my make-up before doing her own.  Happily I took off the
confining white boots then with equal relief unrolled the tight rubber
stockings from my legs.  Vanya unzipped my dress for me then went to my
wardrobe to get a nightie - the same one as last night.  Dropping it on the
bed next to me she told me to hang up my dress and take off my panties,
then undressed herself and carefully removed her sexy nipple jewelry.

   Completely naked, she walked over to me with a tube in her hand, saying
"Let me put one more lot of cream on your breasts, Jane.  Then we can
cuddle up for the night.  I think we better take off your nipple-trainers
as well - I don't want you wearing them for too long." She pushed down my
bra straps and removed the breastforms then frowned in confusion.  I saw
her face and looked down at my chest to also stare.  Both nipples stood
atop very slight swellings, the trainers emphasising my budding breasts. 
"Wow!  It's working already and the booster tablets have hardly had time to
take full effect yet!  Jane, this is fantastic.  Tonight we don't add the
breastforms -we don't want to squash what's happening." Vanya gently
stretched the nipple-trainers and eased them off my nipples to toss the
pink domes onto the dresser.  She pulled on the rubber gloves and massaged
two lots of cream into both of my swelling breasts, gently working on my
large nipples where the trainers had gripped.  Vanya removed the gloves,
put away the cream and pulled up my bra.  With that she pulled the rubber
nightie over my head and pushed my arms into the sleeves.

   From her own wardrobe Vanya selected a baby-doll style nightie in soft,
pink latex for herself, slipped it on and jumped into bed beside me.  We
put our arms around each other, kissed and cuddled up together.  Even with
the stimulation of both being totally coated in rubber and Vanya's hand
stealing up to gently massage each of my budding breasts, we almost
immediately fell asleep.

   
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