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Steph Becomes Gyrl Becomes Lady

By: Lion24655



Chapter 1 - Friday evening: the beginning of a weekend.

They always enjoyed Steph coming to stay. She was their niece. She was sweet. She was bubbly. She was pretty - she was slim with long black hair, shapely - one day she would be a very beautiful woman - all she lacked was the confidence. For several years she had come to stay once a month for a weekend, and they had had lots of good times together. They had gone to the pictures. Eaten at MacDonalds. Gone for walks. Watched the telly. As she grew to her late teens they wondered if she would find a boyfriend, or choose to stay at home to spend time with friends, but she didn't appear to. She rarely missed her weekend with her "Uncle Les" and "Auntie Joan" every month even though she was now twenty. 

From Steph's point of view she loved visiting. She knew that Les and Joan weren't real aunt and uncle - Les was a cousin of hers, Joan his wife, but they were a bit older - in their late thirties, and she had always called them Auntie and Uncle. They were kind, friendly, funny - not in a strange way - they made her laugh and giggle - and did nice things with her. Yes, she had friends, and once had a boyfriend, but she had never wanted to miss her weekend - 29 days a month with family and friends was enough, 2 days with Uncle Les and Auntie Joan were not to be missed. And they were easy to visit - living a bus ride, twenty miles, from her home. 

This time, as Steph approached their door, she was distracted. Still wondering about the last couple of weeks, and what it might mean. She had lost her journal. She didn't call it a diary - she only wrote in it every so often, not every day - but it was lost. Her journal was very personal. She had no idea where it had gone: it had completely disappeared. On one level she wasn't too worried - she typed it, never put real names in it - just initials - and she probably couldn't get "blackmailed" through it. But it was very personal. It recorded her fantasies. Her dreams. Her hopes. She had printed stories off the internet that had appealed to her, and stuck them in. She was distracted because although she felt safe, she had been thinking for the hour bus ride how much the journal had meant to her - it was her most private place of all.

At last Steph reached the door, rang the bell, and was excited to see Auntie Joan answer the door. For the moment her worries were forgotten as she was welcomed in, given a coffee, questioned about her parents, brothers and sister, made to talk about college - it happened every time she visited and she loved it - that these people were so interested in her. They were what real Aunts and Uncles should be. They chattered away through tea, washing up, they watched a programme or two on the telly. At about 8 pm they turned the telly off - nothing anyone wanted to see. Steph thought they might play a game, or something like that - she enjoyed playing games with her aunt and uncle. At 20 you don't play games with friends and family, but on these weekends it was nice to be a bit girly and childlike and do those things she had enjoyed so much when younger. But it was uncle Les who spoke first.

"Steph," he paused. "Last time you were here, we were clearing up your room, and found you had left this." Uncle Les held up the note book she used as her journal.

At first Steph was relieved - it had been found, everything was safe. No harm done. But quickly it turned to concern in the quiet - what if they had looked in it, or read some of it. It was very personal. She went bright red with embarrassment. Something not lost on Auntie Jean, who continued.

"Why are you embarrassed honey?" She spoke very affectionately.

Steph stuttered out her answer "Nothing.....um, nothing............." She composed herself. "Can I have it back please?"

It was Uncle Les who continued, a twinkle in his eye, a twinkle in his voice. "I wonder if you are embarrassed because you wrote something like this............." He paused and opened the book, then began to read: "Love all these stories where the girl submits. Where the man makes her his sex slave......."

Uncle Les paused. "Or perhaps this one........." Again her turned over the pages in the book, then began to read. "Watched Mark on the telly. Would do anything for him. Wish he would tie me up and use me for whatever he wants." Mark was the lead singer in Steph's favourite boy band. Again a pause as uncle Les turned over the pages: "Or perhaps this: dreamt last night of being tied naked to a bed and Mark take me over and over, and put his thing in my mouth. Had to play with myself twice before I could risk getting up."

Uncle Les read several more paragraphs, while Steph sat there silently. At last he closed the book and handed it to her. She took it mechanically, paralysed with embarrassment, guilt, fear. She held it to herself and began to cry. Auntie Joan sat next to her, put her arms round her and Steph allowed herself to be hugged. Auntie Joan said, several times, "It's alright honey."

At last the tears stopped, and Auntie Joan moved to a chair nearby. It was Uncle Les who spoke quietly. "Is this what you want, honey? Do you want to submit to someone? Do you want someone to dominate you?"

Steph paused, perhaps for a minute, before she summoned up the strength to speak. She spoke hesitatingly "Yes. No, well, sometimes, not all the time, don't want to be really hurt, but someone to control me, use me.............." her voice trailed off.

Again it was Les who spoke. "Honey, we will do that for you, if you want. We know what we are doing. We adore you and would never hurt you. If you want, you can submit to us. Completely. It will change everything. I suppose it already has. But the weekends will be completely different. You can, if you want, be our servant, our slave, for these weekends."

Uncle Les paused. "I know it's a difficult decision. Let me tell you how it works before you decide. First - you have to choose it. We will not do anything if you haven't chosen it. Secondly there does have to be punishments, and we use this paddle for those - it stings, but not horribly." Uncle Les showed her something which looked like an elongated table tennis bat. "And thirdly, you can pull out whenever you want, and we will think none the worse of you. That clock..........." Uncle Les pointed at a clock in the corner of the room: "..............that clock chimes every hour. If you ask to leave within one minute of that clock chiming, we will simply let you go. It means that every hour you have to choose to stay."

Again a pause. It was Auntie Joan who spoke this time. "Honey, I know it takes time to choose. Why don't you go to your room, and think about it. In your room you will find a set of black bra, panties, stockings and suspenders. They are yours. But if you come down here this evening, sometime, wearing them and only them, then we will take it you want to submit. Wear anything else, and we'll just make you a cup of cocoa and you can watch some more telly with us. There's a good film on later......." 

Steph loved the chance to escape. She loved her room - it felt so safe and warm and cosy. "Thank you, Auntie Joan.........." She almost ran out of the room, her life seemingly turned upside down in minutes. Found out. Given the chance for real. For the first time seeing Uncle Les and Auntie Joan in a different light. Uncle Les, quite muscular, bearded, quite tall. A gentle bear of a man. Auntie Joan, slim, smaller, with short dark hair, much more business-like about things. Yes - attractive people, as well as being really nice to her, until now......... But they were still being nice, giving her the choice, respecting her .......

For ages Steph mulled these things over in her mind, wondering what to do. 

Once Steph wanted to ask a question, and wondered whether she could, or whether she should go downstairs again, but didn't want to. At last she decided - she would phone. She got her cellphone, rang Uncle Les and Aunt Joan's number. It was Auntie Joan who answered. Steph was very nervous. "Please Auntie Joan, what will you do to me.............?" Her voice trailed away as she immediately regretted the phone call.

Auntie Joan had affection in her voice. "Honey, I can't tell you that, but you have to trust us. Put yourselves in our hands. It will be good." She paused, then ended the call. "Honey, we'll see you in a bit."

Steph still couldn't decide - part of her wanted to run away. Now. Get on the bus home. Part of her wanted the weekend to be like all the others. All of her conscious mind said she did not want to do what her Auntie and Uncle were suggesting. But then............ 

But then a thought came to her mind. Why not try them on? She had never worn underwear as pretty as those on her bed. She could just try them on to see what she looked like in them, to see what they felt like. Try them on for a couple of minutes, then dress in her Jeans and t-shirt again.

Quickly Steph slipped out of her clothes. She put on the bra and panties. It took her a few moments to put on the suspenders and get them right. It took her a couple of minutes to put on the stockings and to hold them with the suspenders - she had never done that before. Then she looked in a mirror - a long mirror hanging on the wall. 

Steph gasped - she looked sensational, or so she thought. All of those years she had worn Jeans and T-shirts, sometimes a dress to a party. But suddenly at this moment everything changed. She WAS a lady. She was an adult. She was a sexual object. Of course she had had sex with her boyfriend and it had been okay, but that was just a boy emptying himself into a girl. Now here she was a woman. A sexual being. She like what she saw. Then she giggled - she would never stop being a girl, but she was adding another layer on top. A new part of her was appearing. She enjoyed wearing the black underwear. Perhaps she should run away with them, get the bus home, ask Auntie Joan if she could keep them..........her mind was suddenly in a whirl again.

Ten minutes later she was walking down the stairs. Everything in her mind told her to run, put her Jeans on, return to being the little girl. But somehow her legs decided what her mind couldn't. She was walking down the stairs. Wearing black bra. And stockings. And suspenders. And panties. And nothing else. Why? She didn't know. Stop, her mind screamed. But something kept her going. She was at the bottom of the stairs. Turn back, her mind told her. Her legs took over her arms. She realised she was knocking gently on the sitting room door. Standing outside. She could still run. Turn back.

The door opened, Auntie Joan was stood there, smiling broadly. "Come on in, honey." She pointed to a spot on the carpet in front of the sofa, in front of uncle Les. "Stand there, honey."

Slowly her legs took her across the sitting room, she stood where she had been shown, facing towards Uncle Les. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the floor.

For several moments he looked at her, then said very quietly: "Honey, you are very very beautiful."

Uncle Les and Auntie Joan sat beside each other, and looked at the young lady in front of them. The sweet little girl in the last hour had transformed into a sensational young lady. Uncle Les stood up, walked around Steph, admiring her beauty, her figure. She was slim, but very shapely. Once Steph felt his finger start behind her knee and run slowly up her thigh, over her ass and end at her shoulder blade. She shivered, but otherwise knew she shouldn't move. A few moments later she felt uncle Les gently catch hold the top of one of the bra cups and pull it down, revealing one of her breasts, revealing her nipple. She was acutely embarrassed - the nipple stiffened instantly, but Uncle Les only said to Auntie Joan what amazing titties she had.

It was strange, she felt really good. And she was aware of something else. She was tingling. She couldn't think of any other word for it. She was tingling. Between her legs. She had never felt that before, as much as she had made love a few times to her boyfriend, and regularly played with herself, but this was something different. She was also aware that her panties were quite damp. She didn't move, but what was happening to her - thought it felt fantastic - added to her embarrassment.

Suddenly she felt she had been left alone, her tittie still free of the bra. She looked up, and saw that Uncle Les had gone to a cupboard and was taking something out. He brought it across to her, but she couldn't make it out. But he spoke to her.

"Steph, I have here a leather collar. For you. Whenever you are being our sub, you must wear this collar. Here, would you like to see it?"

Uncle Les handed her the collar which she took reluctantly. She looked at it. It was leather. It had a number of rings attached to it. There was a fastening loop which had a small padlock attached to it. There was a plaque fixed to it which had one word - Gyrl. She was terrified, and even more embarrassed to feel the tingling between her legs get even stronger. Uncle Les took it back.

Uncle Les continued. "Whenever you stay with us, you need to fetch the collar - kept in that drawer over there.........." He pointed across the room, before continuing. ".............and bring it to one of us to put on you. When you leave, we'll remove it. And of course, like we said - whenever the clock strikes, you are welcome to ask to be released, and we will release you. Of course there are one or two other things - whenever you wear it you call me master, call Joan mistress. We will call you Gyrl - thought that would be a nice name for you." 

Uncle Les paused. "Honey, I know there is a lot to take in. Would you like me to fix the collar now?"

Steph paused. She couldn't turn back. She spoke quietly. "Yes please, master."

Steph felt the leather strap around her neck - not tight, not loose. She heard the lock click. She suddenly had a thought panic through her mind. "The keys, where are the keys............?"

Uncle Les laughed. "Gyrl. I have a key. Mistress has a key. The keys are safe."

The rest of the evening seemed surreal. "Mistress" - Auntie Joan - took Steph - Gyrl - upstairs, and together they had a girly hour as they chose clothes suitable for her. There were pyjamas to sleep in. A dress to wear outside. Several sets of underwear of different styles and colours - she particularly like the mid blue set. At last they had a wardrobe for the weekend, chosen from a store that Master and Mistress - as she would have to get to call them - had in a spare room. As they finished Mistress said to her: "Look at the time. It will be time to go to bed soon. We'll make cocoa, get you ready then put you in bed." They had both looked at the clock - it was well past eleven. 

Mistress spoke again, affectionately. "Gyrl, before we go down there is one or two other things. I know there are a lot of rules, but can I give you one more." She paused, before continuing. "Gyrl - some of this can be very exciting. Can make you sexually charged. Highly charged. Remember this..........." she spoke almost severely: ".....................remember this, you are not to orgasm without our express opinion. You will be allowed to and made to, but only when we say. Do you understand?"

Gyrl was shocked by the strength of Mistresses voice, and also by her lack of inhibition in mentioning it. She spoke quietly: "Yes, Mistress."

For the next half hour the three prepared themselves for bed. They cleaned teeth, drank cocoa. Gyrl went to the spare room - her room - and put on the little girl pyjamas they had chosen for her, with cute teddy bears. She lay on her bed, ready to sleep. It was uncle Les who appeared, or Master as she was learning to call him. 

He spoke quietly to her. "Gyrl, you are not sleeping here. Come with me." They went through to Master and Mistress's bedroom. "You will sleep there." 

Master pointed to a small bed at the foot of the main bed. "Come and sit here for a moment." Gyrl sat on the edge of the small bed. "We just need to fix this............."

Gyrl gasped as Master pulled a length of thin chain from under the bed, and went to move away as he moved to attach it to the collar. Master spoke one word: "Gyrl!" Steph sat still, as Master attached the chain to the collar and snapped the lock shut. For a moment panic swept through her, but then she looked at the chain. It was attached at the other end to the bar of the main bed, and was maybe two metres long - it was long enough for her to stand, and to move around. 

As the panic subsided, Mistress spoke to her affectionately. "Now then Gyrl, time to sleep. Lie down."

Gyrl did lie down her mind whirling as Master and Mistress left the room. This was so wrong. It made her feel safe. She couldn't dream of anything better. She would never sleep...................

Chapter 2: Saturday Morning: Found Out.........

Gyrl woke, with daylight already pouring into the bedroom. Three things leapt into her mind as she came round from a solid night's sleep. Firstly - it was morning. Secondly the recollection of dreams, images, half-formed pictures that had whirled through her mind. They were pictures that she couldn't pin down, but all felt very erotic. Whatever the dreams were she knew - the pictures had left her aroused in a way she had never been aroused before. Instantly her hand moved inside her pyjamas to between her legs, seeking her clitoris which felt like it was burning for satisfaction. Thirdly she felt her bed rocking slightly, and then tuned into the sounds. It was obvious from the moans, the gentle obscenities, that Master and Mistress were making love. It made Gyrl feel even more excited. But still embarrassed. As her fingers pressed and played with her clit, she was determined to be silent, and she was, her body exploding into a silent orgasm seconds before Master and Mistress hit theirs with moans and groans and grunts.

A few minutes later Master and Mistress got out of bed, looked at Gyrl who seemed to be asleep and headed for the shower. Minutes later Gyrl could hear them making breakfast downstairs. One thing nagged her mind. She had remembered the moment her orgasm was over what Mistress had said the night before - her lust had thrown it out of her mind. She had to have permission to masturbate. And she hadn't had permission. Hopefully Master and Mistress wouldn't know, wouldn't realise. She wouldn't tell them. 

Minutes later Mistress appeared, released the chain, wished Gyrl a good morning, and left her to get ready for the day. Gyrl went to the bathroom, dressed in the blue set of underwear she had so liked the previous evening and went downstairs, feeling more elated than she had. This was................this submissive thing..............she struggled to find the right word. Fun. It was fun. Because it made her feel safe. 

The three had breakfast together, chatting about the day, almost as if there was nothing new happening at all this weekend. It was one of the old weekends as they had always been. Gyrl and Mistress stacked the dish-washer as the usually did. As they closed the door of the washer, Mistress spoke in a more serious tone, but seemingly innocent, as if she didn't know.

"Gyrl. Have you played with yourself?" 

For a moment Gyrl looked started, then replied. "Of course not, Mistress." The lie had come without a thought.

Mistress spoke again, in an innocent voice, that gave nothing away. "Do you just want to go and sit on the settee and we'll talk about what we are going to do today." Gyrl did. A couple of minutes later Master and Mistress both appeared, Master sitting in an armchair, Mistress sitting at the other end of the sofa. It was Mistress who spoke very quietly. "Gyrl, you masturbated this morning." It wasn't a question - she knew. Gyrl's heart leapt. Panicked. What? They knew? What would happen?


Steph Becomes Gyrl Becomes Lady



Mistress waited for a moment before continuing. "Gyrl, if you had masturbated and admitted it we would simply give you three strokes with the paddle. But lying about it is worse. Because you lied we will have to double it. You will have to have six strokes with the paddle."

Gyrl gasped. "Please, no..........." She began to feel the tears welling up in her eyes, flowing down her cheeks. She was frightened. She didn't want to be hurt. But her tears weren't for that. She had let Master and Mistress down. She had lied. 

Mistress continued. "Gyrl, it's almost 10.00am. The clock will strike in a minute. You don't have to have this punishment. After the minute, if you haven't taken a different course, you will have to fetch the paddle from the cupboard, give it to Master, then lie over the arm of this chair. He will do the rest. When he's finished, we will put some oil on the hurting parts and you will have to stand in the corner for a hour. That is what is due to you."

Gyrl's mind was racing. Simple - the clock would chime and she would ask for her freedom and get the bus home. She would be out of here in ten minutes. Master and Mistress would keep their word, she knew. But other deeper thoughts were flitting in and out of her mind. She deserved to be punished. Just get the bus home and her parents would be there. She wanted to stay. In ten minutes she would be saying good bye. She had let Master and Mistress down. She had to leave..............

Dong. The chime of the clock. All sat, the atmosphere electric. Seven more dongs. She would just go. The ninth, the tenth............. A long silence.

"Please," Gyrl whispered. 

Master and Mistress knew she would want to leave - they had threatened too much, too early........

Gyrl whispered again. "Please.....please will you stop the clock striking, I don't want a way out of these weekends. I want whatever you want me to do."

Master and Mistress were stunned - not just staying, but the whole weekend without escape. Mistress felt like crying, but held it in - she had to be "Mistress". She spoke. "Gyrl, please fetch the paddle."

Gyrl walked to the cupboard and took out the paddle - shaped like an elongated table tennis bat, knowing now that this wasn't just fun, wasn't just uncle and auntie having fun. This was about all of her, at least for the weekend. They didn't just do nice things to her, they owned her to do as they wanted, and she would do it, whether it was fun, or darker. She knew that was what she wanted. As she fetched the paddle she saw Master stop the chime in the clock.

Gyrl carried the paddle to Master and gave it to him, then leant over the arm of the settee, coyly holding her knees together as her head rested on the seat of the settee. She felt Mistress sit next to her and hold her hands. She wanted........she dreaded............she didn't know...............she tensed ................SMAAAAAAAAAACK

Gyrl cried out - it stung, even through her panties it stung. Hot. Hard. Red. She rapidly tensed and untensed her bum to fight the stinging. For what seemed an age she fought the stinging........SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK.

The second stroke caught Gyrl when she wasn't expecting it. Again she screamed out as the stinging shot through her ass. Again she fought the stinging, clenching and unclenching her muscles, squirming on the arm of the chair.

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. The third one felt even worse as the fire was accumulating in her ass, as she fought in vain to fight off the stinging.

SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK. SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. The fouth and fifth strokes came very quickly, Gyrl screamed out, tears running down her face as she fought the paddle. She would have got up, run out, if Mistress hadn't been holding her hands. Again a long pause as Gyrl squirmed to try to fight the pain, but in vain. 

She felt Mistress stroking her hair, saying gently: "Okay honey, just one more now........"

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. She screamed out - this one felt twice as hard as the rest, and they were horrible. Her ass was on fire. Hurting. Stinging. She fought, she squirmed, tears staining the seat of the chair. For a moment she felt Mistress stroking her hair, then she too was gone. It felt like hours later - perhaps not even a couple of minutes, she felt a hand, a woman's hand, gently easing under the edge of her panties, beginning to gently rub ointment into her redness, her soreness. She rubbed a number of "handfuls" into both cheeks. At first it seemed to concentrate the stinging, but at last seemed to start to take the edge off the pain. Mistress spoke to her again. "Gyrl, it's time to stand in the corner. I need to put these on you."

Mistress took her wrists and seemed to be putting leather bands around them. Gyrl docilely let her. Mistress led her to a corner of the room, and hooked her wrists just above waist height to two rings either side of Gyrl in the wall, holding her hands slightly out from her side. Gyrl was facing the corner. Mistress explained. "These are not to keep you here, these are to stop you touching yourself." 

Gyrl guessed that they didn't want her rubbing her bottom to ease the stinging, and docilely accepted this as well, as Master and Mistress went about their business. 

For Gyrl it was hard. Her ass still stung excruciatingly. She tried to ease the stinging by tensing and untensing her muscles. As she did so she moved from foot to the other, squirming. It was so difficult to judge time as well. She didn't know how long she had been there.

Was it ten minutes, was it fifteen minutes when she started to change? The stinging was still there, but somehow sensations were creeping into the rest of her body. As painful as he ass was, the rest of her was being taken over. Could it have been twenty minutes or thirty minutes when the sensations seem to grasp and begin to squeeze her pussy? Then seep to her clitoris? As she continued to squirm it was less and less about easing the stinging, more and more about responding to the sensations that we taking over her pussy, her clit, even her nipples. And as she squirmed she heightened the excitement that was taking her over. 

Over the next half hour she thought her arousal was getting bigger and higher, and as much as she tried to think of other things, the more aroused she became, the less she could distract herself. She knew - when the hour was over, she had to cum. She had to ask. She had to have permission.

The remaining minutes seemed like hours, until at last mistress came and undid her arms. Gyrl knew her panties were soaking. She asked without hesitating, she was so hot, knowing asking wasn't a crime. "Please mistress can I cum now?"

Mistress smiled. "Of course not, honey, we are going out for lunch, for the afternoon." Gyrl looked crest-fallen, as Mistress continued. "Don't worry gyrl. But you'd better change your panties and put on that blouse and skirt you have. Be ready in ten minutes."

Gyrl paused in disappointment, but knew she had to accept. Quickly she went to prepare for lunch.

Chapter 3: Saturday afternoon: some Silly Things for Subs..........

Gyrl thought lunch would be normal, going to a small restaurant for a meal as they often did. She was right about the restaurant, but lunch was far from normal. Just before they left the house, Master had attached a long leather strap like a lead to her collar. When they had got out of the car, Master had led her to the restaurant to an alcove. Some heads turned and watched. At the alcove they had sat her with her back to the room, ordering her to sit on her hands.

The waitress appeared and spoke to Master and Mistress as if she knew them, taking their order. A few minutes later it turned up - they were all having salads. When Gyrl went to reach for her cutlery she was told no - and they fed her. As they ate their food, so they gave her mouthfuls. It was master who talked as they ate. "Honey, submission is about submitting at all sorts of levels. We can only do a few to any depth this weekend, but give you a taster for more. On later weekends we can try others, and develop other areas of submission in you." He paused and put a forkful of tomato in her mouth.

"Honey - you are doing really well. You've accepted the collar, and have already given up the clock - I'm told many take several weekends before they choose to do that. You've already understood the glory of pain in your punishment this morning, and turned that into something else. You also know, from that, our control of your orgasms." Gyrl was still embarrassed by this, and still feeling tingly from her desire refused only an hour or so before. "There can be a public element to submission - and we are giving you a taste of that now, but only a taste. In a few weekends with some friends of ours we will take that much further. There's also sexual submission - where we take you to places you would never ever think of going. Maybe next time we might have you make love to a woman, and you will want to because we ask you to. Or a bit further down the line to another member of your family even - we'll think about that later."

Again, Master paused, feeding Gyrl some salmon. "This afternoon we will make you submit to being, how shall I put it - unclean! Just a taster! Then later today we'll take you further on your main journey - we've really got two major projects for you left this weekend."

The afternoon was strange, but not unpleasant. They had left the restaurant and driven to a country park few people ever went to. They had walked, chased each other, visited a waterfall and sat chatting. It was a place they went to often - the difference this time - most of the time Gyrl was kept on the lead. It was as they headed back to the car, that she got the greatest shock. This time it was mistress commanding her.

"Gyrl," she spoke commandingly. "It's about two hundred yards back to the car. For these two hundred yards you are only a dog. You'd better get on all fours and start walking like one."

It took Gyrl some time to make sense of what they were telling her to do. She could see the car some distance away, parked on the side of a track. Hands and knees..........

It took her a couple of minutes before she knelt and began to walk. It didn't feel too bad - the ground was grassy and soft, and she slowly made progress, master leading her like a dog on a leash. It was slow, but she was over halfway to the car when things started to go wrong. 

Firstly she saw two people coming along the track towards them. A Husband a wife. They were a couple of hundred yards away, but they were going to reach them before Gyrl, Master and Mistress would reach the car. Gyrl made to stand up, but Master pulled on the lead. "Stay," he barked, then in a gentler tone "Keep walking, doggie." It was the first time he had used the word doggie. It felt awful. Wonderful.

As the couple drew near, Gyrl was terrified and confused what might happen. It was Master who spoke. "Hi Tony, Sheila. How are you?"

"Hi Les." They shook hands, then looked at Gyrl. "What have we got here?"

Master laughed before responding. "A girl who wants to be a doggie! Cute, isn't she?" 

The man - Tony - smiled, bent over and ruffled his hand through Gyrls hair. "Nice doggie. Leave you to it Les, Joan, good to see you." They were gone - clearly friends of Master and Mistress. Gyrl was bright red with embarrassment. Master tugged on the lead and they began the last yards to the car. But there was another problem.

Just before they reached the car another track crossed theirs, a track churned up by tractor tyres, quad bikes. It was very wet. It was very muddy. Again Gyrl made to stand up, but again told to continue. She ventured onto the track, but her first hand went into the mud to her wrist. There were stones underneath, but the mud was quite deep. She tried her second hand. That too went in quite deeply, but hit solid ground. She made slow progress into the track, her hands in the mud to her wrists, sometimes deeper, her knees sinking deeply into it. 

Halfway across she thought she had mastered it, was nearing the end. She rushed. It was fatal. Her hand slipped, she fell face forward into the mud. As she fell she rolled over - mud was everywhere. At last she steadied herself, but found it impossible to get to her hands and knees again. She crawled forward through the mud, her tears staining brown until she struggled out the other side of the track, and made the last few yards to the car. 

Master and Mistress smiled - she did look muddy, but it would easily wash off. They opened the back of the car, spread some newspaper: "Can't have someone in this state in the car." Gyrl crawled in the back, lay on the paper until they had driven the five minutes to their house, then was allowed to stand, walk into the house and go straight to the downstairs shower. Mistress went with her.

As she showered, mistress said to her "It's okay honey, it's about four o-clock. We've a few hours spare - we'll eat about six, and your final task for today will be about eight. Get yourself dressed after your shower, and feel free to do what you want - you can read, or come and watch telly with us, or just be quiet. Perhaps you want a bit of time to think about what has happened so far." Mistress left the shower, Gyrl dried herself, dressed in t-shirt and jeans and sat on her bed, thinking, reflecting. She was overwhelmed by what had happened to her so far. Two more projects they said. After a while she went downstairs to watch the telly with Uncle Les and auntie Joan - except for the collar it suddenly felt like weekends of old as they chatted and laughed together. Eight o-clock drifted out of her mind - it was just like it was, and the rest had made it even better..............

Chapter 4: Saturday evening: Revelation.

Tea was finished. It was ten to eight. Mistress turned to Gyrl. "Gyrl, I think you need to get ready. Think you should wear bra and panties and that thin dress - the pale green one." 

Gyrl smiled, bowed her head and left the room to get ready. While she was upstairs she heard odd noises from downstairs, like they were moving furniture, or something. At eight according to her clock - she had remembered the chiming clock had been stopped and had to find the time for herself - she knocked gently on the sitting room door. 

Mistress called for her to come in, and she did, tentatively moving to the centre of the room. Master and Mistress were both sitting on the sofa, Master pointing Gyrl to stand in front of them. In the brief moments moving to the centre of the room, Gyrl had noticed a strange piece of furniture to the side of the room, but had little time to take it in. It looked a bit like a small vaulting horse, but it couldn't be, it was much too low.............

Master was speaking. "Gyrl, you have done well till now, but you may have noticed one thing." He paused before continuing. "You may have noticed that apart from being helped in the shower you have not been naked in front of us." He paused. Gyrl thought - that was true - even when they had used the paddle on her she was still wearing her panties. The first evening Master had made her show her nipple, but not since. She realised - somehow things had been okay because she had always had an element of modesty. Yes, the underwear had been sexy and she knew she had looked sexy in it, but it had still allowed her to retain a sense of modesty.

Master continued. "This evening is going to be different. This evening you are going to give us everything. Your body. The most secret parts of your body. The most physical responses of your body - you are going to submit them to us." Gyrl looked confused.

Again Master continued, clearing the confusion. "Gyrl, in a few moments at our bidding you are going to strip naked. Then you will be put over our horse." He pointed at the new piece of furniture in the room before speaking again: "Don't worry, we will make you comfortable. We will strap your wrists and ankles so you are completely spread open, so nothing is hidden. And you will be out toy for the rest of the evening."

Gyrl looked at the furniture, and processed what they were saying. "Please no............" The shame of what they were asking, it was too much..........

Mistress spoke. "Gyrl, you have no choice. We will not really hurt you in any way, unless we need to punish you. When we ask you will simply put yourself on our horse and allow us to strap you on." Again she re-iterated: "You have no choice, you know you will do it." Gyrl knew she would do it.

"First," said Master, "You will remove your dress and your bra. Now."

Gyrl took it in - there was always so much to take in. Slowly she reached to the hem of her dress and lifted it off over her head. She reached behind herself, slowly unclipped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She knew she wasn't allowed to hide her breasts with her hands, so left her hands by her side. Already she was embarrassed to be stood there topless. She could also see Master looking at her breasts - he clearly admired them - not big but beautifully rounded.

Mistress spoke. "Okay Gyrl, next you need to make your nipples hard for us." Gyrl gasped, this was even worse, but slowly she moved her hands to her breasts, took her nipples in her fingers and began to roll them between her thumbs and first fingers. It felt nice, and everything that was happening was so charged. Her nipples were hard very quickly. When they were hard, Mistress nodded and she put her hands down by her sides. 

Master gave her the next order. "Gyrl, remove your panties." Slowly Gyrl slipped her fingers into the sides of her panties and began to push them down. As she did she was aware of how damp they had become. Her lust from before lunch had only been repressed - not satisfied, and with what was happening now her pussy was already behaving totally independently of her - and it had soaked her panties in the process! At last she stepped out of them and dropped them with her dress and bra. 

Master and Mistress looked at Gyrl for several moments, and even made he turn around slowly for them. She was very beautiful, her body perfect. Master, after he had stood up, even ran his fingers through her pubic hair - the small black V of hair that had grown neatly - which made her jump at first, but then enjoy the touch.

At last they led her to the horse. At first she thought she would have to stand and bend over it, but it wasn't like that. Coming from the corners of the hose were four metal rods with hooks on the end. They leant her over the horse, asked her to make sure she was comfortable. It was surprisingly soft under her - she had expected in to be hard padding covered in leather, as the school vaulting hose had been, but it wasn't.

They slowly took one of her hands, put a leather strap with a chain attached around her wrist then clicked the chain into the hook at the end of one of the rods. They repeated this with her other hand. They also put a piece of wood between the two bars, padded with a pillow for her to rest her head on.

They put leather straps, again with chains, around her ankles, then lifted one of them and clicked the chain into the hook at the end on the bar. They repeated with the other.

Master asked Gyrl to make herself as comfortable as possible. She found she could hold the bars with her hands, and moved herself so she was comfortable, her head resting on the pillow. They adjusted the chains - shortening them, so she had a little bit of movement. It took them perhaps five minutes to have her spread-eagled over the horse, her ankles and hands perhaps 18 inches below her stomach, her arms and legs spread wide. She felt surprisingly comfortable for someone who couldn't move.

Master started speaking to Mistress. "Look, she has such a pretty pussy." Gyrl jumped slightly, as much as she could in her chains. She hadn't thought about this. Even when she'd had sex with her boyfriend, it had been dark, and he hadn't really seen her there. Suddenly she realised she could be seen, fully. Master was continuing. "Looks so pretty when it's so wet. Love those lips - so thin and tender. Looks so cute. And such a sweet little clit, I'm sure it's very sensitive." Gyrl suddenly had a wry thought - it was sensitive - it was tingling like anything already!




Steph Becomes Gyrl Becomes Lady



Mistress spoke: "You're right darling. What I really like is her pretty little anus. Not just pretty, but suggesting such treasure inside." Again Gyrl jumped - the most private place of all - they could see it, they were talking about it. Never before had she thought of being seen there - or how hot it would make her feel if someone explored there............ 

Then things got worse. For a few moments there was quiet, then she felt something very cold touch her - she couldn't bring herself to use a crude word, even now, even just in her mind - right in the middle of her bottom. She squirmed against the chains to no avail - there was escaping the finger that had touched her there.

The finger that was suddenly pushing into her......... the finger was already through the tight part, resting just inside her. It felt awful. No, it felt............ so personal. They were taking her whole body. She felt the finger pushing gently further in. Now it was through the tight part, entry was easier. Soon the finger was fully in her, and moving gently - slightly in and out, slightly backwards and forwards. She knew it was a man's finger by the size. 

Suddely she felt something - another finger, flick her clit. Just once. It was enough to send the muscles of her pussy pulsing, and at the same time her anus (yes, she could use the word- what was a word after she had been invaded) was squeezing the finger as well: she couldn't help it. The sensations were wonderful. After a minute she felt another flick on her clit, and again her muscles around her pussy and anus started to pulse and throb, sending wonderful sensations though her body. It felt like her nipples were directly connected to her clit as they hardened with sensation.

Suddenly the finger was withdrawn from her anus, leaving her almost bereft. As it did, however, a woman's fingers gripped her nipple and began to squeeze. Suddenly the fingers squeezed very hard, making Gyrl gasp with the pain, but then eased just as quickly. The fingers tightened again, till Gyrl realised they were just on the border of wonderful and painful. She quickly realised this was what they meant to do. Every half a minute or so they would squeeze to painful, then release to pleasure, but each time the pleasure was just that little more intense. Somehow her pussy seemed attached to her nipple - each squeeze seemed to draw a response from her pussy; when a finger flicked her clit again, she squirmed in pleasure. Gyrl was already aware how desperately she wanted to cum, but it was clear they were not going to let her, at least yet. Suddenly the fingers released her nipple, and this time were replaced by fingers gently pinching the lips of her pussy. 

Again she knew - this was an area which would arouse her even more, but wouldn't make her cum. The fingers pinched gently, stroked, released, played with the lips. Again a flick of a finger on her clit made her squirm even more. A thought went through her mind - she must be giving the best porn show ever, and she even smiled at the thought. At the moment there was absolutely nowhere else she wanted to be, except tied to this horse and sexually tormented by Master and Mistress.

Again, the lips were released, this time to be replaced by a finger slowly entering her pussy. It explored as it entered, making Gyrl leap with arousal as it touched her g-spot. It was Master's finger, and as soon as it found the G-spot it played there for several seconds - Gyrl had no idea how long. Again it was one of those spots which caused huge arousal, but wouldn't make her cum. Again she was squirming, a squirming made all the more fierce by a finger flicking her clit.

Suddenly Gyrl heard Mistress's voice calling her name. "Gyrl, Gyrl?"

Gyrl spoke involuntarily. "Please let me cum. Please, I've got to cum. Please.........."

Mistress spoke again, a little louder. "Gyrl, listen to me." Gyrl concentrated on the voice in the midst of her arousal. "Listen Gyrl. This is how we will make you cum. Master will put his cock in you, fill you, make you cum, but then - you have to agree to lick him clean afterwards. Do you understand? If you agree, then you must say that words - please fuck me. If you don't, we will continue to play with you. But when you say those words, that is what happens - all or nothing." 

Gyrl's mind tried to make sense of it. It was too much, she wanted his cock, but she couldn't clean him, it was too much, but she needed it so badly.............

By now she was aware that there was a finger in her pussy and another in her anus, and they were playing against each other through the membrane - it was so good. Then the finger flicked her clit, her muscles feeling like they were going into spasm. Involuntarily she gasped out the words: "Please fuck Me."

Suddenly all changed - she felt the fingers removed from her. She felt someone stand behind her, she felt something nestling in the lips of her pussy. Suddenly she felt the cock slowly and strongly push inside her - she was so wet it entered easily, although her pussy felt tight around it. 

She felt the cock slide almost out, and in a strong stroke push deeply back into her. The one stroke had felt a million times better than all the sex she'd had before. It sent pulses of pleasure through her body. Suddenly she felt something moving on her clit. Suddenly she knew - it wasn't a finger, there was a tongue there........ Whatever was happening her body refused to stop it, her body craved satisfaction so much.

It was clear no-one was going to last long. Master set up a smooth rhythm, strongly sliding the cock in and out of her, someone else toying with her clit - she daren't say "Mistress," a woman............ Her body pushed back to meet the thrusts: suddenly she felt Master speed up, she felt the tongue working even harder, suddenly she heard moaning - it was her own voice and the orgasm crashed over her, he body shuddering and shaking and squirming and fighting the chains, seemingly endless. She had never experienced anything like this. It seemed eternity until she came down, her body for the moment totally drained. 

At last Gyrl came around, still chained to the horse. When she did, she saw Master kneel before her, then felt him lift her head towards his cock. Suddenly she rebelled. She couldn't do it. It was wrong. She said it: "I can't do it, please It's too much, I can't do it." She turned her head away.

Mistress's voice spoke very quietly. "Gyrl you promised. Please do it now." 

Gyrl couldn't, she kept her head turned away. SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK. Suddenly there was searing pain through her ass. She cried out. The paddle. She had disobeyed. 

Mistress's voice again: "Well?" Gyrl processed it all - she didn't want to disobey, she wanted to obey. Obeying was everything. Slowly she turned her head, put out her tongue and very slowly touched to cock in front of her. It smelt of cum. And her. It tasted - she didn't know - salty, slightly bitter. She could do this. Slowly she began to lick the cock all over, licking off the mixture of his cum and her juices. It even took away, for the moment, her desire for a cup of water after her own orgasm. 

At last she was free. They had undone the chains, and helped her off the horse. They helped her walk around a little until she got her movement back. They even let her put on a dressing gown, and later Mistress helped her to shower. Gyrl couldn't keep an account of time but realised she had been on the horse over ninety minutes.

Gyrl's mind found it all so confusing, so hard to process. One minute she doing things totally out of the ordinary, totally extreme, the next minutes things were domestic, homely. Now she was drinking cocoa, getting ready for bed. Yet it seem so natural. Half an hour later she was in bed, chained again to the bed at the foot of Master and Mistress's bed. Mistress had kissed her good night, but sat on the edge of her bed chatting for a few moments, telling her she had been a good girl. The last words she said was: "Honey - you will have your final session tomorrow morning before you go home. It will be the best."

Gyrl lay there thinking - how could anything be better than what she had just been though........... The day had been tiring. She was fast asleep in seconds. 

Chapter 5: Sunday morning: Gyrl learns a new word, and brings it all together..........

When Gyrl woke next morning, Master and Mistress were already dressed and downstairs. The chain had already been unattached from her collar. She looked at the clock - it said 9.00am. She had slept like a log - she had been exhausted after so much "experience" the previous day, and had slept solidly for ten hours. 

Quickly Gyrl showered, then dressed in her underwear - she knew that was the required clothes when she was being Gyrl. She went downstairs and joined Master and Mistress at breakfast. Both seemed well refreshed after their night as well. Gyrl poured herself a coffee, took some toast and began to eat. She noticed that Master had something in his hand he was carving with a knife, or something......... "Uncle Les, what are you doing?" She had reverted to Uncle Les because that was how she would have spoken to him before.

"I'm carving this" - he held up something which might have once been living - she didn't recognise it; "Carving it into a plug."

Gyrl didn't know what he meant. "A plug, Master?" She had remembered he was Master.

Mistress spoke. "Let's leave Master to finish. Let me tell you about this morning."

Gyrl turned to Mistress who continued. "So far, Gyrl, you have experienced some pain - yesterday morning, and in the end that really made you wet," Gyrl went bright red with embarrassment, as Mistress continued. "You've also experienced being a sex toy, and that made you cum I suspect like you've never cum before." She smiled. "It looked pretty spectacular from where I was!" Again Gyrl went redder, even more embarrassed.

Mistress was in full flow. "This morning we are going to combine them both - the pain and the stimulation, and see how far you can go. Let your body take its course."

Gyrl realised that what Master was doing was something to do with it. "What's that got to do with it, Mistress?" she asked, pointing at what Master was making.

Mistress smiled. "Have you ever heard of figging, Gyrl."

Girl shook her head.

Mistress explained. "Figging is from olden days. It means you take some root ginger............" she pointed at what Master was carving, "..............and after you have peeled it, you place it against a sensitive part of the body. At first it feels nice, but within about ten minutes it is painful, and in about twenty it is excruciating. But when you remove it the pain wears off very quickly - perhaps in twenty minutes, and no harm is done."

Mistress paused. "Enough, you'll find out more about it later."

For the next half hour Mistress and Gyrl finished breakfast, washed up, tidied Gyrl's bed and bedroom - she would be going home later, to get to college the next day. After the bedroom was cleared, Mistress said gently: "time to go and find Master." Together they returned to the sitting room, where Master was already sitting on the sofa. 

Mistress sat down with him, and started chatting to Gyrl. "In a few moments we will put you back on the horse, but it's a bit different this morning. We are going to use that plug. We also have another toy which we can control, a very sophisticated rabbit - you'll find out what one of those is in a bit when we will use on you. And you will be blindfolded. The blindfold is to help you concentrate on sensations, rather than what you can see;" She paused as Gyrl took this in. "On top of that, Gyrl, you will cum many times, until nothing is left. Normally takes a couple of hours, maybe three. Come on, lets get you on the horse."

For the next few minutes Master and Mistress put Gyrl on the horse and linked her ankles and wrists to the loops on the bars. "You have guessed where this is going, Gyrl," Master said as he held the ginger plug in front of her eyes. A moment later she felt something placed on her anus, then gently pushed inside until it fitted in the ring of her ass. "Ring of her ass" - she had seen the phrase online, it was the first time she had used it in her mind.

Next she felt something being eased into the lips of her pussy, like a large cock but more solid, eased in almost as deeply as it could go. As it reached it's depth she felt something tickling her clitoris and resting on it. 

Finally she stiffened, then relaxed, as they put the blindfold on her. 

For a few moments, perhaps a couple of minutes she lay there, wondering what would happen, then began to feel a tingling in her anus. It felt quite nice and she squirmed gently. It was clearly the signal Master and Mistress were waiting for - she suddenly felt the vibrator tingle inside her - it felt good. Then felt it stop again. 

The sensation in her anus was getting stronger, as she felt the "ears" of the rabbit flick her clitoris. Again she squirmed, it felt good.

Over the next few minutes they played with her, making her more and more aroused, while the ginger in her anus had more and more impact, tingling, making her squirm. The feelings got stronger and stronger, until after about ten minutes she heard herself moan, cried out, as her first orgasm swept through her. 

She came down to the feeling of slight burning in her anus. As she had tensed she had squeezed the ginger, making it produce more liquid. Over the next three or four minutes the ginger took her from strong tingling to strong stinging - it hurt, it stung. She suddenly felt the vibrator turned on again, and again she tensed and squirmed, then cried out - her ass was burning. Squeezing the ginger had made it worse. She lay there for a couple more minutes, now crying at the stinging - it was becoming far worse that the paddle had been. She was also away of the Rabbit being used inside her. She was squirming in pain She waqs squirming in arousal. They "played" her until she was screaming in a second orgasm and pain at the same time.

When she came the pain was still there, almost too much to bear. She was moaning in pain, crying. She felt the vibrator again.................. She almost lost awareness - there nothing except arousal, pain in her anus spreading through the whole of her, screaming - her screaming, and orgasms. She couldn't count how many. She didn't know how long she was. All there was, was the pain in her ass. The thing in her cunt. Her mind couldn't get beyond the worst of words. And her body being rung out in orgasms. She wasn't even conscious of the passing of time. She wanted it to stop. Now. She wanted it never to stop.........

Again she heard screaming, her screaming as another orgasm swept through her, then it was different. They had stopped. The rabbit was being removed. The ginger was being removed, The blindfold was being removed. The wrist bands undone, followed by the ankle bands. She felt herself lifted off the horse - she couldn't move for herself, and lay on the sofa. She even felt someone put some cold cream in her anus to sooth the burning pain. 

Gyrl struggled to open her eyes - she smiled inside - she could see the clock. It said half past one. Three and a half hours she had been............. She closed them again, letting her body recover. She had no energy to move, to sit up. The one good thing - the fire in her anus was reducing, almost back to the pleasant sensation at the start. 

Mistress handed her a glass of orange juice, which she hesitantly sipped, feeling her strength beginning to recover. After about ten minutes she was able to sit up and take in the room again. As she sat up, she felt Mistress move away, only then realising that she had been lying in Mistresses arms since they had taken her off the horse. Within minutes she was able to eat the salad they had given her. They ate in silence, Gyrl sat in the dressing gown they had wrapped her in.

After lunch Mistress took Gyrl upstairs to shower, then helped her to dress in her Jeans and T-shirt. She managed to walk downstairs on her own, but was still wobbly. Mistress had whispered to her on the stairs. "Do you know, you came nine times this morning. No wonder you are exhausted."

At last she was sat in the sitting room with Master and Mistress, the horse now moved elsewhere. Master pulled his keys out of his pocket, undid the lock on the collar Gyrl wore and removed the collar. And put it in the cupboard. It was remarkable - suddenly she was Steph and they were uncle and auntie again, happy to watch a movie together.

By four Steph had pretty well recovered. Uncle Les and Auntie Joan were helping her to get ready to leave for her bus. It was Mistress who spoke. "Steph, you are a young lady now. When you come and stay with us you will be Gyrl - you know a little of what might be involved, although we still have a huge amount to explore together. You know what is expected. Be a lady the rest of the time - that's what we are making you - but with us and only with us you are Gyrl. See you next month, honey."

Steph smiled. She had changed. She was different. She was a lady. And no-one would treat her in any other way. Except Uncle Les and Auntie Joan, and then only because she chose to be their sub. And she didn't need her journal any more - she had the real thing - it was a lot better..............