I Love the Fall

by Calperniaus

 

I love the Fall. Long skirts, tall boots, ankle length coats, cruel weather and cruel to a lover. It's my favorite time of year. As a tall girl I think I look better in the long slender Fall and Winter fashions. Too bad I can't stop with just the dressing.

My name is Janice Lester and I'm a boychic. Yes I love to fuck with my dick, but I also dress as a girl. I'm not attracted to girls with cunts at all, except for dressing like them of course. I work in trade support for a large bank, you may have heard of them Bank of …..

Anyway I've slept my way across much of my floor. All those so called "straight" guys just love to get it in the rear. As a man I'm not much to look at, long hair in a ponytail, 5'11" 155lb. Smallish hands and feet. But dressed in some of my favorite things I look pretty dam good. I don't totally pass, if you give me a real look over you see I'm a guy in a skirt. But people don't look that closely.

At work my name is Jan Lester, everybody on my floor has me down as the resident poof, so I play it up a bit. I wear girl's jeans, blouses, boots or shoes with low heels, nothing too outrageous though. My facial features are mannish but overall when I don't wear any make-up with the arch of my plucked brows I look more androgynous than anything else. I probably would have been fired long ago, but I'm too good at my job. So my supervisor leaves me be.

I just love to mess with a guy's head, really get inside it and fuck his mind. Since early last spring I've been having an affair with this married guy called Troy. What a dish. Tall dark and dimwitted. He's married to this attractive but going to seed bitch. You've seen the type, droopy tits, a little sag to the jowls , flabby arms, thin but with a big pooch. Seems the cunt just doesn't do it for him anymore. Married guys are so much easier to manipulate.

I flirted with him for weeks. It's amazing how many married guys like to flirt with the cute guy down the hall. Troy is one of the big guys in currency trading. Corner office with a view, private secretary the whole bit. He fancied himself as super masculine you could see it in the way he moved, the way he liked to act condescending to the secretaries and the boys like me that were below him in rank. I'm sure he would have gotten me fired if I didn't have the support of my staff and boss. Rough tough guys just don't like my "kind" around. I think we are too threatening for them.

Troy was just the kind of guy I like to fuck, if you know what I mean. I started by always complimenting him on his appearance and doing little things like get him coffee or complimenting him on a trade. This advanced to standing just a little too close when we talked and brushing imaginary lint off his shoulder, lightly touching his hand with mine when I brought him something. I was acting like a secretary on the make in the presence of the boss.

At first it was off-putting for him. But if you do something often enough it becomes normal and then desirable. After awhile I knew he was starting to enjoy the attention by the look in his eyes and his body language when we were together I was making him feel the master of me. He was feeling like the captain of the football team and me just a cute little cheerleader.

A friend of his at the bank, Tony a guy I had fucked over a couple of years ago who was still pining after me, told me that Troy was asking around about me. Did I have a girlfriend and commenting that since I didn't that I was probably queer. But he was still letting me flirt with him, so I knew I had him. I was about to pop his world along with his cherry. Tony should have been a friend and told him about me. But the ties that bind can be so strong.

One day Troy was having trouble with a new system that had been installed on his computer. I was so busy that I told him that I couldn't help him with it until after the trading floor closed. It was a lie, but this seemed like a great chance to move things along. I told him that I wanted to get a snack right after close of business so we couldn't meet in his office until 6:30 long after anybody would be on the floor.

After reading about President Bill. I decided to try the thong thing myself. But I don't wear skirts at work so I had to do it a little differently. I wouldn't be able to flip up the back of my skirt to show him my panties.

A lot of nights I go straight from the office to the bars. So when I stay late enough for everyone to leave I can change into boychic mode in the men's room and head out from there. I keep an athletic bag at my desk with a change of clothes and make-up just for that purpose.

That night I changed into a pair of very low waisted jeans, and a skimpy t. The top was so small and short that you could see my belly ring, and the jeans so low that the straps from a bright pink thong showed at my hips. I also changed my shoes putting on a pair of boots with 4" heels. Just my toes and the bottoms of the heels showing beneath my flared jeans. It's such a sexy look. No make-up or jewelry, just some perfume but obviously I looked more provocative than I normally would at the office.

When I entered his office and he got a good look at me he started grinning ear to ear. At first I was all business having him show me what his problems with the system were. I was leaning very closely over his shoulder with a hand on his back, looking intently at the screen. I asked him to move so I could get a better look at the screen, so he moved behind me. I couldn't have positioned him better. I was bending over his desk with him staring at my ass the thong showing at my waist. He couldn't stand it. Eventually he mentioned the thong straps that were showing. I asked him if he would like to see more. Of course he did, so I did. I unzipped and showed him how pretty my bulge looked with my panties over it. I told him to touch it. The wimp actually started grabbing me through my satiny panties squeezing my hardening dick and balls. It was probably what he did with his breeder when they were dating, fingering her through her panties.

I could tell he was feeling full of himself. The big strong executive, getting the office swish to undress for him. That was why he had squeezed me instead of just gently touching me. He felt he was the dominant one in our budding relationship. But I stopped him with just the peek and grope he'd gotten and pulled my jeans back up, and told him we needed to finish our work. That stopped his grinning. He whined about wanting to see more, but I got him back to work. After another hour of troubleshooting I decided to finish up for the night. I was leaning over his shoulder, when I turned towards his face using my hand on his shoulder to gently turn his to mine. Before he could react I planted a deep wet kiss, stepped away, said goodnight and left.

For days after he kept trying to get me alone. It was so pathetic. The macho boss thinking he was in charge of what was happening. I let him catch me in the men's room a few times. We would hug and kiss, my tongue darting in and out of his mouth, teasing him. Other times he would grope me in the copy room, grabbing roughly at my crotch. It was so much fun, just like being in high school. Every fucking night I had stains in my panties from all the fondling.

When I thought he was ready I talked him into getting a very expensive suite at the Plaza one evening. He still thought he could be large and in charge. What a fool. I'd told him just what to say to his bitch about a business meeting that was going to run very late. So he needed to get a room in town for a night. I charged a shit load of food and champagne to the room. I knew that would cause him all sorts of problems because it was on a company account.

I left work early so I could dress in full boychic attire for our night together. I looked absolutely fab, very dominatrix looking. I had put on a leather outfit, long skirt, tight leather jacket, black patent pumps, silk blouse extremely sexy make-up and absolutely drenched in perfume. My hair was tied back in a severe bun with a long purple scarf. I was even wearing a pair of silicon tits to fill out my top. When he entered the suite I was standing at the window with a flute of champagne in my hand. He certainly was not expecting a Domme to greet him, but it was all part of the fun of the mind fuck.

He was so thick. That first time we got together to bump bodies Troy still didn't understand who was running the show. Even with me dressed like a porn star dominatrix. He tried to get me to give him a blow job. Like all straights he's really just a big teenager easy to fuck with. Troy said it was something he never got from Annette. I told him "I like to look like a chic, but fuck like a man." So any head was going to be done on me, not the other way around. With just a few feminine tricks, a couple of slaps and several bottles of champagne I had him begging to suck me. I shouted at him to "SHUT THE FUCK UP get, on your knees and pay homage to my dick."

I was actually surprised at how easy it was to get the upper hand on him. Looking fem is such an advantage. Maybe that's why I can't stand breeders. I don't actually enjoy the Domme part except for what it lets me do in the relationship. I mean I do like inflicting pain mental and physical but the whole leather teddy thing, its just not my style.

I tied his hands behind his back with the scarf from my hair, making him keep his suit on, except for his slacks and drabs. I wanted to make sure that his jacket and shirt were stained with cum with my make-up ruining something of his.

Whipping his ass was almost as satisfying as cuming in it, bareback all the way no latex for me. What an idiot if I had any disease he would have it now too. By the end of the evening I had popped both his cherries. He had cum leaking out of his ass. Later I actually had him crying from the caning he got. It is so exciting to bring a little blood out with a cane. Since I like my worms to stay subservient to me I didn't let him play with himself at all. He must have been so frustrated. When I had enough I got one more surprise out for him. A huge butt plug. I greased it up with some KY and mercilessly shoved it in. He was crying again it hurt so much. I got hard again watching him writhe on the floor in pain. So I jerked off shooting a small load onto his ass. Then it was time for bed. As his Mistress I insisted that he sleep on the floor, while I luxuriated in the huge bed.

I had been careful not to drink much. In the morning I slipped out of the room before he awoke hands still secure behind his back. I wanted to be at the office when he came staggering in very late with a terrible hangover. It must have taken him a couple of hours to get untied. Pulling out the plug must have hurt even more than when I shoved it in, with his sphincter exhausted from being stretched all night. Troy's shit probably fell out of his ass for a week.

When you're forcing someone to submit to you it's important to always appear superior. When the now little man got to work I greeted him with a cheery greeting and asked with as much innocence as I can muster if he had a nice evening. He looked like shit, red eyes, pale complexion, was he walking funny? His head had to be pounding. I could smell the mix of my perfume and cum on him, amazing. The asshole was wearing the same shirt.

That afternoon he called me into his office, ostensibly about computer problems. But I knew what was coming. It's always the same. "I can't do this, it's wrong" etc. Before he could finish his pitiable little spiel I smiled stepped around his desk leaned over kissed him and left. Always keep them down, never let them feel like they might be able regain control of the affair.

By the end of the next week he was back to trying to grope me in the copy room and catch me in the mens room. But now with the heel on the other foot I wouldn't let him touch me. We were now at the fun part of a relationship. The poor man was just as much in love with me as Tony had been.

We started doing nooners at this sleazy motel out on 99. I didn't bother with boychic mode except for perfume and the 4" heels, it's important to be taller than your sub. Troy kept asking me to dress all the way, but I prefer to do that when I'm going out, not just staying in with a cocksucker. Scent is also really important it's almost like a bell for Pavlov's dog. When they get a whiff of you they practically start salivating. I always make a new stiff buy me a bottle of Shalimar, telling him that it's just for him and I.

Since the real turn on for me is getting in someone's head and fucking with their life. I often wear way too much perfume when I get together with a guy. I can just hear it when he gets home to the little breeder, as he goes to hug it "Is that perfume I smell?" Sometimes I trouble myself enough to be sure and get lipstick on their collar.

With Troy it was almost too much fun. I was actually feeling a little sorry for him. He told me that Annette was becoming suspicious about the scent of perfume and had noticed stains on his collars. Apparently he told her it was from his new secretary who wore so much perfume that she smelled like a whore. Things were working out so perfectly.

It took awhile but with enough encouragement and telling him exactly what to do, Troy became a really good cocksucker. I love the sight of a man kneeling before me, his mouth filled with my hard dick. It was too bad that he was so fucking whiney. Always going on and on about his problems.

By the second month of our affair I actually had him sucking off the day manager at the "No Tell Motel" instead of paying for a room. Troy was nuts. He was totally twisted around my finger. I could make him do anything. I had taken all of his dignity from him and I was loving every minuet of it. He really was becoming a shell of a man. Tall and hunky but nothing inside. He even seemed to be becoming dumber. I was starting to think he would lose his job he was fucking up so much at work. What a dolt.

As the weather turned hot a wonderful opportunity arose. Annette was leaving for back east for the summer to see her family. Apparently things were tough at home between her and Troy. So she needed a break to "Get her head together". God how nice, the day she left I moved into her house, what a stupid bitch. It's a great place big swimming pool, huge kitchen, a sumptuous master suite. Exactly what a boychic deserves for fucking the boss.

I was happily surprised to find that Annette and I are the same size, shoes, dress, pants, bras everything. I felt especially satisfied wearing her clothes all summer. It was such a evil feeling fucking Troy in the ass while wearing a Dolce outfit of hers. It must have cost several thousand dollars. I took to wearing her shoes all the time. All she owned were towering heels. I ruined a bunch of pairs doing shit like diving into the pool with a pair on. Sometimes it's the petty things that are the most fun.

After a week or so of listening to the idiot whine I got tired of it. So I started going out every night without him doing the boychic thing, only now I was doing it in designer clothes. I was hanging out in the bars on Capitol Hill lording it over the shitty looking queens in their knockoffs. It was so cool, I was getting so much tail that summer. People really do react to how you dress.

Poor little man became so confused, why did I go out every night and leave him tied up and alone at home. One night I was in a particularly pissy mood, when I went out that night I was wearing this gorgeous business suit. It had slacks instead of a skirt, making me feel powerful for some bizarre reason. When I was putting it on Troy begged me not to wear it, because it was Annette's favorite. Of course I just had to wear it then.

I was so full of myself that I decided to really fuck with the cunt. I hadn't felt this good in awhile. In my whole life I've touched maybe five dicks including my own. It's not my thing to get some guy off what fun is that? But that night I jerked off around twenty guys. They shot spunk all over that fucking suit. Every other guy I jerked off into a small bottle I was carrying. By the time I got home I had half a pint of jism in my purse with the other half all over Annette's favorite suit.

At home when Troy saw me he started to cry the suit was ruined and I smelled like a cheap whore. I think this was the first time he realized that I was going out and fucking other guys at night. But for me the fun had just started, I started to get hard hearing him cry. Apparently he still had enough feeling for the cunt that he felt it wrong for me to ruin her favorite things.

It was such fun making him suffer. I pulled off the slacks and was standing in front of him in heels, panties, silk blouse and the jacket. He could see how hard I was. This always seemed to turn him on. He had become such a cocksucker that the sight of me hard practically made him swoon.

"Do you want to drink some milk?" Hearing that he was so excited that he started shaking all over. I made him crawl over to me on his knees and let him carefully remove my penis from my panties with his mouth, he had gotten good at that. But as soon as he had a mouth full I pulled out and shoved the bottle into his mouth. "Here you go, a little milk from some friends of mine" He tried to pull away, but without his hands he really wasn't much stronger than me. So I held him still with a hand on the back of his head and forced the bottle further into his mouth. I kept it there until all the cum was gone. When I let go he was furious. He started screaming at me calling me a whore, telling me to leave all sorts of shit.

This was great, I had thought him too far gone to actually fight back. He actually still had a little spirit left. Its so fun to break them. This was great they simply don't feel degraded unless they have some spark still alive in them.

Troy was in some sort of bondage virtually all summer. Often it was just handcuffs behind his back, but always with the largest butt plug I could find, it was much bigger than the first one I shoved up his hole. He was the first guy I ever fisted. It is a huge turn on to see my hand and arm buried almost all the way up to my elbow in his ass. I could make him cum just by fisting him. No way he would ever be able to have satisfying sex with just his dick again. Seeing how big his orgasms were with my hand in his ass almost made me want to try it. But I've seen what it does to someone who gets off being butt fucked, it ruin's them and I want no part of it. It's a big part of why I have such an easy time handling sissy men. No self respecting boychic would ever let someone cum in their ass.

At night I made Troy sleep at the foot of the bed hog tied. Once in awhile I would spend a good hour caning him. It was such a rush, watching him cry like a baby from the pain always gave me a hard on. Usually I finished by giving him a hard kick to the groin with Annette's incredibly cruel looking shoes.

A few days before the slut was scheduled to be back Troy asked me to move out so he would have enough time to hide any traces of my presence before she got home. It annoyed me so much that I almost decided to dump the chump. I didn't though, it was too soon besides the big breakup is so delicious that I wanted to keep the anticipation awhile longer. I get excited just thinking about all the fighting and shouting. As a last little "fuck you" I left with Annette's ankle length mink.

For several weeks after she got back I ignored the idiot. Maybe he could get his breeder to fuck him in the ass. By the time I'd left he no longer was capable of orgasm by jerking off. I made him try several times, but it didn't work. But when I fucked his loose ass, or especially when I fisted him, he came like a freight train. Gobs of jism would flood out on the floor. The only downside of not talking to him was I didn't get to hear what Annette had to say about all her ruined things.

With me refusing to have anything to do with him Troy seemed to regain some of his equilibrium. His work improved enough to save his job. He started acting a bit like the "Cock of the walk" again. Except when I was around.

It was getting to be fall again. Time for Troy's ultimate denouement. I started paying attention to him, bumping into him running my hand across his crotch. Whenever I did this, I could hear him catch his breath.

In mid October Tony was hanging around my desk trying to wheedle his way back into my life, when he mentioned that Annette was going out of town most weekends because her sister was ill. It was perfect. The end of the affair was in sight.

After I did something like this to Tony I was able to cum in my panties just by thinking about it for weeks after, all the way through the Holidays. What a Christmas present this was going to be. I almost liked Tony's breeder Jane, but shit, Annette, I hated her. This would be even better.

On Saturday I called Troy up and told him that I wanted to fuck his cute ass in the bed he shares with his cunt, Annette. I told him all about the new toys I was bringing with me. I'd done this a bunch of times just ask Tony. I can feel bad for the husband, but it's sooo satisfying to ruin some bitch's marriage. All the cunts deserve the treatment if you ask me and if you're dumb enough to marry one, you can't be surprised at the cost.

I showed up on Troy's doorstep in full boychic mode. I'd even had my hair and nails done. I had a couple of weeks off so the acrylics were long, all the better to scratch his back when I fucked him. This was going to be a treat for him, the missionary position, him on top. Of course I would still be the one doing the penetrating.

I had spent several days deciding what to wear. It was almost Halloween so I finally decided to wear a costume, I was going as a nurse, albeit a very sexy nurse, skin tight white polyester. The dress buttoned all the way up to my tits. To make it special I was wearing a corset that sucked in my waist 6". I looked like a fucking porn queen. I don't usually wear a corset because it messes with my breathing so much and the lack of flexibility leaves you a little helpless. But the tight feeling is indescribable, it's fabulously sensual. I would never have worn one with someone that wasn't so cock whipped, but Troy was little more than a puppy around me.

I guess most nurses don't have a mink, but since I had hers I was wearing it, plus the highest pair of heels that Annette had owned I loved the shoes a beautiful pair of custom made Manolo's. Normally I can't walk around in 5" heels but these were so comfortable that my size 7's found it was easy. At 6'4" I was an imposing Chic. In my hand was the doctors bag full of toys for the weekend. I even had managed to get some roophies to drug the idiot with. I was towering over the worm when he answered the door.

Troy's eyes positively lit up when he saw me, but something was wrong. Somehow he had gotten his nerve back. Maybe I had left him alone for too long. No matter it would be a blast to play Nurse Ratchet and break him all over again but I only had two days to do it.

That was the reason I had brought the drugs with me. If he had recovered his self respect. Two days wouldn't be long enough to break him. So with a little help from Dr. Feelgood and Nurse Ratchet I could just drug him and drop him at the cuff. Those guys would do enough to him and tape it at the same time. That's the cool thing about the roophies (the date rape drug) no inhibitions but little memory either. On Sunday evening I would put the tape on TV and make him watch it with me. Surely his dignity would be fucked as thoroughly as his ass. It was a good back up. Because I would need him totally cowed by the following weekend.

When I entered the house I immediately lead him to the Master Suite. Getting all dolled up had made me incredibly horny so I thought I would start with him between my legs right away. Everything started about the way I expected, except for his demeanor he seemed frightened but not of me. This was disappointing. I probably would need my back up plan.

I sat at the vanity and had the idiot kneel before me and remove my panties. He was licking and stroking my dick getting me even hotter. While I busied myself removing toys and implements from my doctors bag. Laying them out carefully on the vanity. Handcuffs, a penis gag, a large life like dildo. Well lifelike if anyone was really that large. The last item had pissed me off though, when I bought it the fucking lesbo store I got it in would only sell it with a leather harness so breeders without dicks could strap one on. I think I dislike the Dykes even more than straights. The only reason I agreed to the deal was because the dyke behind the counter showed how you could use the harness to lock the dildo in someone's but as a kind of chastity device for queers. But there it was on the table beside the dildo.

I was so excited from his mouth on my dick that I came in only a couple of minuets. I felt like a nap so I kicked him off me and went into the bath to take a piss, it really is one of the great pleasures of wearing a short dress. Sitting down to pee with the skirt billowing up around you. When I was finished I strolled out to the bed to sleep for awhile. I was standing facing the bed removing my dress, listening to Troy groan on the floor where my kick had left him. I was feeling really good. I had missed the sounds he made when I hurt him.

I felt a hand shove me hard from behind because of the stiff corset I fell face down onto the bed bending awkwardly at the waist, my hands flew out trying to brace me, but they just ended up beneath me. "What the fuck" I screamed. Troy was still moaning by the vanity. Who was pushing me around. As I started to roll to get my hands free I felt weight drop onto my back pinning me down with my hands trapped in front of me between my body and the bed. My corset was working against me, keeping me from using my body for leverage.

A very strong hand reached around my side and pulled out one my arms and pinned behind my back. Now I really started screaming "Troy get your ass over hear and help me." A voice I didn't recognize spoke harshly into my ear. It was a breeder's voice. "Now you shut the fuck up bitch" Who was holding me down? A cunt? She was so strong. I was really starting to struggle now. I wasn't going to let some cunt push me around.

In the background I could hear Troy start to giggle, he sounded insane, like someone in the movies. Now she grabbed my other arm and pinned it behind me. I was jerking and bucking as hard as I could but I couldn't get free. I was screaming "Get off me cunt". The corset was helping her by keeping my breathing shallow. With all the struggling I couldn't get enough air.

That seemed to get Troy into action, because I could hear his insane giggling getting closer. Now this bitch would pay! I felt her weight shift and she pushed my hands together over my ass. Fuck was she strong, she was holding both my hands with just one of hers. Was she going to fight Troy off with just one hand?

What? Where did she get handcuffs? Oh shit this was some kind of cop. Was she busting me on some sort of sodomy law?

Again that harsh voice, "Get up"

Now what was I going to do? Arrested looking like this by a female cop was bad. At least if it had been a man I would have had a chance at seducing him. She pulled me up to my feet. What was wrong with Troy? He had stopped giggling but I could hear him breathing oddly. He sounded really scared, his breath whistling through his nose.

As I turned to face my captor I got the shock of my life. It was Annette. Her face had a hard mean look to it. She slapped me so hard I almost fell over.

She said "Fuck my husband, wear my clothes, fuck you!" and pushed me back onto the bed, leaving me sitting with my hands behind my back defenseless. God she was fierce looking. She was wearing a simple black sleeveless dress. Her arms were enormous no wonder she was so much stronger than me. I found out later that she had gotten treatments similar to what she did to me, just not as complete. It had all been part of a plan to get back at me. Apparently Troy had broken down sometime right before she left and told her everything.

This bitch was even colder than me. She left Troy with me just so she would have time to prepare for her revenge. He had been talking with her all summer, telling her what was happening, even about his inability to orgasm normally. I found all this out much too late to save myself.

I'm tough, but this cunt is ungodly. I don't know where she got all the things she used to fuck me up, but I'll never be the same. She was the reason for the harness shit at the lesbo shop. She was the reason that Troy sounded so insane, because she had made him insane. It wasn't fear for himself I had seen in Troy, it was fear for me. Annette had done it to him with her mind control gear. She had even gotten Tony to set up the weekend story.

I should have seen it beneath her dress but I was so shocked that I missed it at first, but now I could see how it tented out the hem of her dress. She had strapped on the Dildo, the HUGE DILDO. "Troy tells me that your virginity is important to you" As she said this she leaned forward and pushed me back on the bed, again I was shocked at how strong she was. I was actually sprawled all the way onto the bed now, flat on my back with my hands trapped beneath me in my own handcuffs.

"He also told me how much you despise woman, is that because you can't be one?" She was crawling on top of me. I struggled to get out from beneath her but she used her weight and strength to keep me where she wanted me. I could feel a hand pulling up the skirt of my dress. Shit, Shit, Shit. I knew what she was doing. Annette had decided to pop my cherry with the oversize dong I had brought with me to torture Troy with. I could feel the tip of it against my ass cheeks. She was going to fuck me missionary style! Cocksucker, she was treating me the way I had intended to treat Troy.

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. For the first time I noticed her perfume, she was wearing Shalimar. Troy must have told her about that too. She had her face right up against mine staring into my eyes she was beautiful. I was still struggling but it was no use and I knew it, but I couldn't just let some breeder molest me and fuck me with my own dildo.

"Don't worry Janice, I have this all worked out. Everything I'm doing is part of your training for your new life." Her hand was now stroking my limp dick and it was responding getting harder. Fuck, I hadn't let a girl touch me like this since I was at St. Thomas Moore. A god dammed fucking nun had played with me almost everyday when I was in the seventh grade.

Annette had me fully hard, she was stroking me expertly. I would cum in just a few minuets. Even with her on top of me. She started kissing me, forcing her tongue into my unwilling mouth. I kept trying to turn away but she was using her other hand to hold my head still. How strong was this woman? She was holding my body still using just her weight and her arms. Again she was a surprise, she kissed like a goddess. Her tongue darting in and out and around my mouth. She was a better kisser than me. Why was she doing this? didn't she hate me.

I was starting to get near my climax and she knew it. She picked up the pace with both her mouth and her hand on my dick. But now she was also using her hips to bring the dildo to my ass. She pulled her mouth away to speak to me. "Don't' fret Janice your first time will hurt some, but you'll still love it. Now if you don't want too much pain, pull your knees up alongside my body with your lovely feet in the air." She was saying this to torture me, she had to be I was still wearing her shoes. It was just a little mind game she was playing.

Oh god, she was pushing the fake dick into my ass. The pain was incredible, it was sliding in way to rapidly. She clamped down on my mouth again with her own, forcing her tongue back in. The pace was just as rapid as before her hand stroking me, her tongue molesting me, and that dong slipping deeper and deeper. The sensations were too much. The pain from my ass and the pleasure in my mouth and cock were all merging into one. My knees did start lifting involuntarily I was starting to hump her thrusting my ass to meet the dildo. She had started the rhythmic movements of fucking me, in and out, in and out. She was matching the thrusts to the movements of her hand and tongue.

What was happening to me? Had I actually crossed my ankles behind her back to hold her tighter to me? I could hear the sound the stainless steel heels made as they clicked against each other each time she shoved the dildo all the way in.

When I came she pulled out right away and climbed off me. The hard look returned to her face as she stood looking down at me. I was exhausted. The trouble I was having breathing made recovery that much more difficult.

"Now you little bitch, time for a little nap" She grabbed me and pulled me up off the bed. I was standing before her, as Troy stepped up and handed her my penis gag. But he gave her something else also, several small white pills. I was so out of it from the pain and pleasure that I didn't notice her shove the pills in my mouth before she inserted and buckled the gag in place. I tried not to swallow the pills but they just dissolved in my mouth.

"I don't think you'll be needing your handcuffs in a few minuets." But we'll wait a bit to see. Time was going very slowly for me. It felt like she had fucked me for hours, but it must have been less than ten minuets. I was starting to feel loosey goosey, how fast can a drug work?

She must have liked what she was seeing because she stood up from the vanity and came back across the room and removed my handcuffs. When had she moved away from me? I could hear Troy again with his insane giggle. But I couldn't place him, was he in the room with us?

She still had that hard cold look in her face. Why had she looked so beautiful when she was fucking me? "You need to lie down, but first I need to remove your dress it will get in the way. A nurses uniform is so cute for you, it shows how subservient you naturally are. Everyone should know their place."

How had she gotten my dress off so quickly. I was on my back on the bed, but what was she doing? I could feel her doing something to my ass, but what was it? Oh, she's pushing something in, god that feels great. There's a mirror on the ceiling, I can see what she's doing. Its another huge dildo, but its shiny. Is it metal? And what are those wires doing trailing away from it. I wish I could move, why can't I move anything, not my arms, not my legs, not even my head, was this the work of those pills.

Hey where's my corset. She's taken all of my clothes and lingerie off me. Why did she leave the shoes? Oh boy that thing feels even better than when she was fucking my brains out. Where do those tubes go?

"Janice" I was startled to see her staring into my face again, where had she come from? "As you can see in the mirror over the bed you've been hooked up to some machinery. The probe I inserted into your ass will both feed you and drain away your waste products. It's also the reason you can't move. It creates a sort of stasis field in your muscles. Sounds magical doesn't it? Are you surprised that your lying on my bed? I would be if I were you. You see with all the things I'm doing to you you'll be in bed for a very long while, but even in your state you'll need companionship. So I've decided to keep you close to me. Of course its part of the training also, when we're done you'll be totally dependant on me."

What was she saying, this doesn't make any sense, why would I be dependant on her? Was this what made her so strong? When she releases me, I'm going to fuck her up. She will be so sorry she fucked with me.

Wow look at me in the mirror I really do have a good body. I'm hard as a rock, six pack abs, good pecks. How could Annette be so much stronger than me.

Thank god, the drug is starting to wear off. I feel more like myself but shit. How will I get this thing out of me. I can't move a muscle. Stasis field? That's what she said, but that's not possible, how could this thing stop all atomic movement selectively? That would break the laws of physics. She must be lying. Its probably pumping me full of some nerve agent through my colon.

"There's more to the probe of course. For instance, as I said before it drains away waste products. But one of its features is its programmability it allows the operator to decide what is waste and what is not. In your case you'll find a good portion of your intellect has been designated as waste. After all when I'm done I can't have some half ass genius trying to figure ways to get back at me."

She's nuts, you can't brainwash someone. The government tried for years and was always unsuccessful. This is great I fucked with the perfect couple. One is insane and the other is stupid. So which is which. She's just trying to scare me. This must be a bluff. But what does she really want. Why is she dressed for bed? Is she really planning to sleep next to me? How far will she go with this charade?

"Good night Janice"

Where did she go? What was it she was telling me yesterday? Stasis field, a what? That's right it's a SciFi thing. There not really possible. Wow look at my body I must have the smoothest flattest stomach in Seattle. Wait do I have a pooch? Nah, I wouldn't be able to see it lying on my back. But when she lets me loose I need to do a mess of sit ups, I'm looking a little soft.

"Good morning Janice"

I hate the feeling when she gets out of bed. It's so comfortable when she lies next to me. Its Monday? How long is she going to keep pumping me full of these drugs? I need to go to work. Where is Troy anyway? Why would he let another man sleep with his wife? God look at her she is beautiful. No, no that's me. I really am pretty no wonder all the guys think I'm cute. I should show a little more cleavage when I go out. When you have tits like mine, it pays to show them off. Now what was it she was telling me? I need to be more independent that's it. I need to….

"Janice, you're plenty dumb now don't you think? Oh perhaps you don't think, do yo?. I suppose you've forgotten why you're here. It's really a simple thing, even you should be able to understand. It's a revenge thing. You tried to destroy my life and in return I've taken yours. You see before I started this training you were a horrible, clever man. You've spent years hurting people. You must have wrecked ten marriages just at the bank. For some reason you hate women. But that seems so odd because you spent so much time trying to fool people into thinking you were one.

 

 

 

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