Message-ID: <43937asstr$1061021405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030815203116.28207.qmail@web14704.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dave Brown <ynotwestminster@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 13:31:16 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} A fem-toy for my wife -part 1 X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 04:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43937> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software <1st attachment, "A fem-toy for my wife -part 1.rtf" begin> ---------------- 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. <1st attachment end> <2nd attachment, "A fem-toy for my wife - part 2.rtf" begin> ---------------- 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 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. <2nd attachment end> <3rd attachment, "A fem-toy for my wife -part 3.rtf" begin> ---------------- 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. <3rd attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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